His words rang in her ears.

She didn’t normally fall prey to the written word like this.  She loved writing, loved immersing herself in the story, but never…like this.

She was wet.  Very, very wet.

She squirmed in her chair.  She rubbed her thighs  The warm friction between the denim legs of her jeans only made it worse.  She had to go, she had errands to run, things to do…responsibilities.

But she couldn’t concentrate.  His words echoed in her head.

Quickly.  Just a quick little one.  Before she leaves.

Just one.

She left the computer and rushed upstairs.  Her house was a lovely East Coast two-story Craftsman.  Brick and siding with deep overhangs and  intricate windows, on the exterior, wood paneling and ornately trimmed rooms and corridors on the interior.

She scampered across the hardwood floor, her heels clicking loudly.  She was up the stairs in five strides and dashed down the hall.  Passing the heavy wood framed hall mirror she stopped for half a moment and saw herself, flush cheeks, hungry eyes…she smiled.

She liked herself like this.

Moving on, she stole into their bedroom, and over to her spot.  Most women would probably choose the bed, but not her.  She had her own haven, all her’s.

She would sit there on the deep window seat, legs stretched upon the velvet fabric of the cushion, and read.  Her husband though it a silly location, but it was her spot, it was her place to dream, and anytime she read a novel she would return to the window to indulge in her pleasure.

But reading wasn’t the only pleasure.

Her fantasies were far richer than any novel, and when she felt the urge, that undying, unyeilding urge, she would always return her.  This was where her mind could wander, where her imagination could flow openly and freely.

Functionally, she enjoyed being in the light of the sun, and none of the neighbors houses had an angle to see her.  In the past, she’d sprawled out here, sometimes after a shower, resplendent in her nakedness, and let the warm sun paint her skin as she achieved her ecstasies.

Unfortunately she didn’t have that luxury today.  She sat quick upon the cushion and opened the window a crack.  Cool air flowed into the room.  She inhaled deeply.

Unfastening her jeans she plunged quickly inside, finding her slick, hairy moistness aching for relief.  He other hand slipped up beneath her sweater, and with a practiced hand slid her bra up and off her ample breasts.  Pinching her nipple firmly between thumb and forefinger with one hand, she slid the other forcefully into her juicy gash.

There wasn’t time to fuck around.  This wasn’t a time to indulge, this was just a release.  She just needed to rub one out.

Accordingly she attacked her clitoris, arching her hips so the curve of her denim crotch pressed more forcefully agains her fingers, driving them harder against her hungry pussy.  She pinched her nipple harder…painfully hard.

She bit her lip.

His words reverberated in her thoughts.  Words had never done…never…

“Nnnnuuuuuaaaghhh!,”  She screamed loudly, with much more volume than she’d intended.  Waves of orgasmic energy surged through her.  Her face contorted in agony, beautiful torrid agony.

Panting she rubbed slowly, softly…milking it…coaxing all of the orgasm out of her pussy.

“Fuck,” She said softly to herself, almost regretfully.  “I need to get going…”

Deftly I removed the silk just as easily.  Eyes still closed, she fumbled for her sweater, thin and woolen, cleaving tightly to her large breasts.

“No,”  I said.  “Leave it on,”

Her warm thighs swallowed my head, and my lips embraced her wet bloom.  Thick and rich, her taste was dark and pungent.  A full day had passed since she’d showered and her juices had ripened into a robust flavor.  I devoured her deeply, slowly…suckling her inner most warm and forcing a brilliant orgasm to blossom across my lips.

My mouth still glistening from its chore, I moved upward between her legs.  Eyes still sleepy slits, she moaned sweetly as I entered her.

She lay there, a beautiful vision of wanton juxtaposition.  Below the waist, naked, wet and  hungry for the violation.  Above, her massive breasts barely contained within their woolen sweater, the deep “V” neck plunging down her cleavage, betraying a seductive glimpse at her ample offering, but containing her sex.  Leaning forward I gripped her bountiful breasts tightly as I forced myself deeper inside.  Powerfully I thrust, kneading her breasts and pulling against them to aid my violation.

Her face pressed roughly against the arm of the couch, her breathing groans and gasps,  her hands dazily stroking my belly.  I came deep within her, my grip on her magnificent chest growing all the tighter as I stroked out each warm elegant surge.

Spent, I slumped down beside her on the couch.  Barely aware of my savage interruption, I heard her breathing quickly grow heavy as she drifted off into bliss.

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“Wait, so why are we here?” Betsy asked with a crooked smile of disbelief. “And why the fuck am I only wearing my black bikini?”

“This is my fantasy,” I repeated placidly.

“I suppose that does explain the St. Pauli Girl costume,” Kristin laughed scanning her voluptuous form clad in blue and white with heaving cleavage.

“So you’re telling me you just imagined us up and poof here we are?” Betsy snarked. “How does that work?”

“Well you’re here aren’t you?”

“But what about the bikini and the cleavage dress?” Betsy laughed, “Couldn’t you get a consistent theme?”

“No, I just thought you looked particularly hot in your bikini when we all went to Mexico a few years ago, and Kristin…”

“Last year’s Halloween party,” She smirked.

“Yeah,” I laughed.

“Thank you,” Kristin said, apparently flattered.

“So we’re just gonna fuck you?” Betsy quipped, mouth agape.  “Right…”

“Well, that was the idea.  You can’t tell me you aren’t feeling anything…” I said with a smile.  After all, it was my fantasy.

“Heh,” She laughed “I’m a married…um..woman,” he voice trailed off a little as Kristin stepped up to me, unfastened my jeans and deftly produced my cock from behind my boxers.

Now she was with the program.

“That’s a pretty cock,” Betsy said, staring at my member, now encircled by Kristin’s hand.  Kristin knelt down and reached out to take the red head by the hand.  Tentatively, Betsy took it and she was lead down to her knees before me.

“I think you two should kiss,” I said, drinking in the vision of them between my legs.

“What the shit?” Betsy gasped with a snarl.  ”It’s bad enough your fantasy has me here, about to cheat on my husband, now you want me to turn all lesbian?”

“You’ve never kissed a girl?” Kristin said.

“Fuck no, I’m straight.  Besides…”

“Oh just shut the fuck up,” Kristin ordered, releasing my cock and pulling the red head’s mouth to her’s. With squeal and a whimper Kristin swallowed Betsy’s mouth in hers, their soft pink lips devouring one another in a mess of auburn and ginger.

“Oh shit,” Betsy said guiltily after they broke.  She wiped her lip of the saliva with one delicate finger.  ”That was kinda hot,”

“Yeah,” Kristin, wiping her lip as well.  Her look was more determined,  as if she was delighting a little in the other’s
trepidation.

“That was way softer than kissing a guy,”

Kristin smiled.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Betsy laughed.  “This just crazy,”

“Are you saying you didn’t like it?” I asked.

“Heh,” She laughed.  ”No…I think…I think I really liked it,  but for some reason I also think that’s only because its your fantasy.  Oh fuck, this would be driving my husband crazy, he’s always liked lesbian action,”

“Why don’t you shut up about your husband,” Kristin said pulling away. “And let’s give our gracious host a little attention.”

Kristin leaned into me again, and after a moment’s pause Betsy did the same.

The brunette took my cock, pulling it upright with a wry smile and a bite of her lower lip. She stroked it gently, toying with my desires by opening her mouth seductively, her tongue dancing softly on her lips.

“I hardly ever go down on my husband,” Betsy quipped. “I tend to save that for special occasions.”

Kristen’s tongue pressed hard against her upper teeth as she glanced at me and roll her eyes mockingly.  With barely a pause, the barmaid plunged her mouth down upon my flesh, consuming me in practiced fashion. She was very skilled, her hand stroking in unison with the bobbing of her head, her efforts sending lovely ripples of pleasure all through my loins.

“Damn,” Betsy whispered staring at the brunette head enveloping my cock.

I reached over and cupped Betsy’s chin, guiding her mouth up to kiss mine.  She followed.  She was tentative at first, kissing mechanically her eyes open all the while, but soon she gave in and her mouth open to me fully.  Savoring the sweetness of her lips, I reveled in the work Kristen was performing.  She would release her mouth with a gasp, lips swollen and red from friction, and suckle my balls, then she would return again, my cock having cooled, suddenly warm again with the satisfying heat of her deep kiss.

“Why don’t you go and help,” I suggested, breaking away from the red head.

“I was afraid you’d say that,” She murmured.  But she withdrew easily, compelled, and moved down my body. Eying her, Kristen withdrew, handing my cock to the petite ginger vixen.  Kristen moved up, lying beside me.  Betsy kissed the head of my cock, then licked it tentatively. Without fully committing herself, she then continued to kiss her way down my shaft.

Kristen again rolled her eyes again.

“It’s not a fucking lollypop, get it in there girl,” She scolded Betsy.  Here eyes flared, but then she did just that, opening wide and taking me as deeply as she could.

Kristen smiled and turned away, deftly maneuvering her beer wench-style dress before her as she moved to pin me down, thrusting her tongue into my mouth with the same vigor she used upon my organ.  I could taste my cock on her lips.  Betsy grew less tentative, sucking me with a new found vigor, though her teeth scraped mercilessly against the softer bits.

Finally Kristen released me, her face flush and her lips even more red.

“Are you ready to cum for me?” She cooed in a seductive whisper.  I merely closed my eyes momentarily and inhaled deeply.  She laughed.

“I think he’s ready Betsy, stroke him off.”

Betsy did.  I assumed she was probably happy to stop her sucking anyway, and quickly she commenced to pump my cock.  Unfortunately her strokes were clumsy and uneven.  She lacked strength in her little hands, barely able to wrap fully around me. She would try for a time, pumping furiously, then stop,  switch hands or positions, then start all over.

“Oh come on,” Kristen groaned, leaving my side and taking my cock from her.  Betsy sneered.  The brunette moved in with a lovely assault, gripping me hard about the shaft and coddling my balls in her free hand.

“You want to cum baby?” She taunted me, long strokes above, tender squeezes below.  .  ”I don’ t give blowjobs on special occasions…my blowjobs are a special occasions.  You like a firm grip I’ll bet?  You like a woman who can squeeze that big cock of yours just as tightly don’t you?”

I did.  I was positively writhing.  The end was near.

“I love to make my boyfriend cum, but that’s frankly the extent of my interest in him.  He’s a tool for a purpose, but not you.  You I’ve liked for a long, long time…”

Her voice was low and sultry without an ounce of insincerity.  Betsy just sat there watching, enthralled in her performance.

“That’s my boy,” Kristen taunted breathily, “You’re very close aren’t you?  Cum for me baby, cum all over my hands.”

That was all the coaxing I needed.  With an eruption of pleasure that started in my thighs and exploded out of my cock, my hot mess surged forth in successive waves, spilling over Kristen’s pretty hands and pooling at the base of my belly.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped.  ”Fuck…that was good,”

“Well it’s about to get better,” Kristen smirked, her hand still sloppily stroking my cock, every movement wet and loud.

“The way things were going, I was thinking I was going to have to swallow that,” Betsy suddenly interjected, staring at her counterpart’s hand glistening with my juices.

“Let me guess,” Kristen mocked, “It’s not your thing,”

“Special occasions,” She shot back with a sneer.

“Well we’ve quite the mess here, don’t we sweetheart?” The brunette barmaid laughed still stroking my cock, the slick mix of semen and saliva still glistening around my shaft and head.  Torridly, her persistent grip kept me from getting soft…at the ready.  “And I don’t think our little friend is going to help clean up,”

Betsy sneered.

Kristen laughed and then looked up at me.

” Just a fantasy huh?”  She mused speculatively. ” So that means no threat of pregnancy, disease, guilt or even the awkward morning after?”

I grinned.  She glanced over at the redhead who shrugged her shoulders.

“Here princess, why don’t you hold this for me while I pull up my dress.  I want this hot mess inside me.”

“Why don’t you just take your dress off?” Betsy asked taking my cock from her.

“Silly,”  Kristen laughed. “Clearly he wants to fuck us in costume.  Otherwise he would have just conjured us up naked, or in nightgowns or something.”

“Clever girl,” I said.

Standing up she curtsied in playful deference, then lifted the blue ruffles of her skirt to reveal her soft auburn patch between her legs.  She climbed above me and, with Betsy aiming my cock, knelt down astride me.  Still holding her skirt up, she adjusted her pelvis slightly then thrust down upon me firmly with a soft exhale of breath.

“Mmmmm good lubrication,” She said silkily.

With her white and blue folds draped about my midsection, obscuring our salacious connection, I reveled in the warm embrace in which I was consumed. I drank in the view of her bountiful breasts pressed hard against her bodice. Leaning forward, her fingers dancing up my chest, and her cleavage heaved at me, threatening to spill out.   As she bounced upon me the movement sent ripples of motion through her chest.  Our breathing intensified, bare skin slapping hard against one another.  All the while her magnificent breasts testing the cotton bounds of her dress.

Betsy just stared for a time, me lying there, this delicious vixen firmly mounted upon me.

“So do you like having your pussy sucked?” Kristen breathed heavily.

“What?” Betsy said, suddenly broken of her trance.

“Your pussy,” My little bobbing barmaid said between gasps.  ”Why don’t you go sit it on his face.  It’s not like he’s going anywhere.”

This time it was the redhead’s turn to bite her lip with wanton abandon as she turned her gaze to me.  Her hips rotated slightly and her thighs ground together as I watched her pause to envision the possibilities.

“Here,” Kristen said, stopping for a moment and and grabbing my hands. “I’ll help you,”

The barmaid pinned them beneath her knees and proceeded to fuck me again, gripping my forearms.  Her experienced motion ground searing spasms of delight into my loins.  Betsy moved up to me tentatively, slowly on her knees, only to finally swing her leg over me and straddle my chest.

“No,” Kristen said with breathy gasp.  ”Stand over him and squat down. Use your weight to mash yourself into him,”

I gulped.

“See,” She laughed.  ”He wants you too.  And definitely don’t take off your bikini bottoms, just push them to one side,”

Betsy did just that, standing straight up, each ankle on either side of my head.  As she squatted down, the pretty pink ridges of her lips parted is slightly, more and more. She teased me at first keeping it just at the edge of my reach, my tongue barely teasing and tickling.  Soon though she gave in and mashed her wet gash down upon me.

I took her on, thrusting my tongue as deeply as I could into her hole.  Kristen still bounced away on me wickedly, as I devoured Betsy’s cunt with enthusiasm.

“Oh my god that’s good,” The red head gasped. “My husband would never do this, I mean he’ll eat me out… but never like this… never be with me on top…oh god…”

“Are you kidding?” Kristen laughed, “I make my boy bend me over anything, the back of the couch the dinner table anything, and lick my pussy and ass,”

The taste was incredible, warm and sweet with her soft folds smothering my face.  A hot wetness smeared my lips and chin.  She ground slowly, leisurely riding my tongue.  I could barely breath, and what little air I could get was infused with the musky dampness of her pubic hair.

“Somehow,” Kristen gasped, “I think this might be her thing…”

“Oh shut the fuck up,” Betsy snapped, a labored intensity present in her now heavy breathing.

After a few moments, I quickly flick my tongue down past the base of her crevice and into her little asshole.

Betsy suddenly stopped and smacked my head, muttering something about it being nasty. I went back to savoring her cunt and to see once again cooed with delight.

Kristen’s motion was serious now.

I couldn’t take any more.  I tried to focus on Betsy’s pussy, but what Kristen was doing to my cock tore my attention away.  Pinned down and forced to eat Besty’s cunt while Kristen’s depths swallowed my cock again and again with blissful warmth was just too much.  With a muffled groan, my cock exploded again.

Once again my cum spewed forth, this time into the lovely barmaid, her furiously rocking pelvis not stopping for an instant.

“There we are,” She hissed just before she, herself, let loose with a volley of screams and grunts of pleasure.  I felt her own juices multiply, trickling down my shaft and off my balls.

Betsy didn’t let up.  Whether she hadn’t realized my orgasm or simply didn’t care, she continued to grind. At the height of it, with my orgasm ripping through my loins, my oral attention to her hungry hole paused and I felt her rub all the harder.  Quickly she reached down and gripped my head, holding me steady while she fucked my face.  Once my orgasm completed, my senses returned and I continued with my oral violation, but she was in a world all her own.  She ravaged my face with her slit, mashing it in long powerful strokes that I tried to compliment with deep forward lunges of my tongue.

Kristen rocked slowly back and forth, coddling my softening cock still within her.  She was good…really good.  She kept the movements long and slow, not too much as to aggravate my now doubly sensitive head, but long enough to keep me inside and aroused. I’d never had a woman so expertly prolong my aptitude and milk me for all my sexual worth.

“Mha…mha….mhuuua…” Betsy finally moaned, deep and guttural, as she too broke into orgasm.  Soiling my face with her seepage, her fingers still gripped my ears, her thin body shuddered slightly. After a few moments, she pulled away and dropped to a heap at my side. Kristen watched, still slowly bobbing.

“Fuck…I need that shit more often,” The gingerhead breathed with exhaustion.

“Too bad you’re probably not going to remember any of this,”  I said with a smile, feeling life stirring in my cock again.

“Well if the subject ever comes up when you’re talking to my husband,” Betsy said, her chest still heaving with deep breaths.  “Be sure to set him on the right track, would ya?”

I laughed.

“Looks like fantasy land is good for someone’s stamina too,” Kristen said, her movements a little more purposeful.

“What?” Betsy smirked looking from her to me.  ”Three times in fifteen minutes? No fucking way.  That’s totally unrealistic,”

” Well, this is my fantasy,” I said. ” And you’re the only one who hasn’t been fucked yet,”

She gave me a very suspicious look out of the corner of her eye, then sighed.

“Well I suppose if I don’t get to take the face fucking technique with me, I might as well take full advantage of the ‘no guilt’ clause as well,”

Getting up to her knees, she placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head.

“How do you want stud?” She said in faux sultry voice seething with mockery.

I smirked and looked back to Kristen.

“Thank you for bringing me back to life my dear,” I said leaning forward up to kiss her.  In one smooth motion, our mouths embracing, I continued forward, laying her down upon her back.  I released her, and returned to my knees, and reached back for Betsy.

“How about you come lay on this pretty thing. I’d love to see you too kiss again,”

I lead Betsy forward, handing her hand to Kristen as I moved out of the way. My salacious little barmaid helped the trepid young thing slide in between her legs.  They, laying atop her, her legs astride and their breasts pressed firmly together, their lips touched softly.

Betsy’s petite nubs were almost swallowed by Kristen’s ample bounty, and the barmaid’s thighs gripped the other’s hips as I moved in.  I cupped Betsy’s pretty little ass briefly.  She was so tiny.  Her little rump almost completely fitting in the palm of my two hands.  She almost looked too small to be able to take a grown man’s whole cock, and the delicious thought excited me all the more.

I hooked my fingers through the strings of her bikini bottoms, and began pulling them down.

“I thought you wanted us in costume,” Betsy sneered, breaking away from their kiss.

“Don’t you worry,” I replied. “This is all part of the plan,”

I pulled them down and around her knees and off her legs, bearing the stark pale skin and rusty freckles of her pretty ass.

“You know,” She said suddenly to Kristen softly and with earnest.  “I really did want to kiss you again.  Does that sound crazy?

I smiled, then I wrapped her bottoms around my wrist and gripped her hips.  When I pushed in she let out a soft whimper, muffled by the presence of Kristen’s tongue in her mouth.

Kristin taking me was incredible, but there was something even more wonderful in feeling the soft curve of her counterpart’s tiny bare ass before me as I pushed myself into her slit, freshly swollen from orgasm.  The two continued to kiss deeply as I worked my motion.  Her soft bare back arched seductively before me, framed by the blue and white cotton clad legs of my lovely barmaid who had spread herself wide to allow her close.

“Damn,” Betsy said, their kiss breaking finally.  ”Now this position I love to do with my husband…although…sucks I won’t remember kissing you.  I think I’m starting to dig girls,”

“That’s just the fantasy talking,” Kristen replied running a hand through her tawny hair.

“Then let’s give Kristen the attention she deserves,”  Kristen’s eyebrow went up and she broke her gaze with Betsy and looked past her to me.

I reach around Betsy’s midsection and took her more upright, her back and ass curving dramatically to keep our connection deep.  I pulled her arms back and quickly bound her wrists with her bikini bottoms.

“What the fuck?” She said.

“Shhhh,” Kristen assured her.  “I love being tied up,”

“Yeah but…I mean kissing a girl is one thing…being tied up is another…but being tied up and forced to eat a girl out?” She gasped. “And didn’t you just come inside her?”

“Oh you’ll love it,” Kristen smiled, scooting back and pulling up her dress.  ”It’s a fantasy after all, you’re bound to,”

Piling the folds of her dress around her midsection, she once again revealed that soft auburn patch, now moist and smeared with our intermingled juices.  I guided Betsy back forward, holding her arms as Kristin reached forward and cupped her face with her hands.

“Again this is totally unrealistic,”  Betsy pleaded. “I’ve never gone down on a woman, and I almost never swallowed even for my husband,”

“It’s a good thing your impertinence is something I find attractive in you,”  I said.  “Or I might’ve conjured up a timid little fuck bunny of a personality to manifest your hot body,”

Her pleas were then silenced as her mouth connected with Kristen’s wetness.  I fucked her slowly at first, but could sense that she was getting into it all when the barmaid’s moaning began.  Looking down, I eyed her pretty ass again, my cock dissapearing between her legs and filling her pussy, but her sweet little asshole there…unblemished…

After several minutes, I pulled out and, as Kristen held her face, I drove my tongue into that pretty little hole.  She squealed a muffled protest, but could do nothing.  I tasted her rear lovingly, wetting it and preparing her.  When my cock came back, I pulled her cheeks wide and and slowly pushed myself inside.

I couldn’t tell if her screams were simply from protest or pain, but they fell on deaf ears as the exquisite pleasure of her impossibly tight hole opened for me. I fucked her ass with measure at first, but quickly could not contain myself.  Grunting and thrusting with all my force, the skin my pelvis slapping loudly against her ass, I gripped her hips and plunged into her fiercely with my last, great eruption.

Its amazing how, with each subsequest orgasm, the next become so much more intense.

Through the haze of my own pleasure, I could barley hear Kristen screaming, heralding her own climax.  As the world came back to me, I pushed slower and slower.  Lovingly, I reached forward and pulled Betsy up to me, her back pressed against my chest, my cock still filling her ass.  She didn’t speak, only groaned.  I reached around and found her pussy with my hand, holding her tightly to my body with the other.  Continuing my violation, I addressed her clit as she wordlessly pleaded for me to reward her with another orgasm of her own, and I did.  Her final screams bathed the scene in a brilliant climax for us all.

We all fell upon our backs, spent and aching.

“You have quite an imagination,” Kristen said wryly.

“God,” Besty gasped.  “I hope the real me gets some of this,”

I laughed.

“I hope you actually talk the real me into kicking the boy toy to the curb so you and I can do this for real,” Kristen said.

I smiled.  I love a good fantasy.

Every meeting I’m in with her I can’t stop looking at her.  Not her face, not her hair, not even her breasts.  No, it’s her hands.  I can’t stop staring at her hands.

I suppose she’s pretty.  Slender figure, full lips, long auburn hair, ample chest, but I am just not attracted to her.  Maybe I just know her too well.  A fellow member of the management team, we’ve both been at the firm over a decade &  I’ve never really liked her.

But those hands.

She has these brilliant long, slender fingers, and soft white palms.  When she takes notes in the meetings, her hand closes slightly, fingers curling around  In my mind, I see them encircling an imaginary cock.

My cock.

She’s taking minutes of the meeting, and the whole while I’m envisioning those amazing fingers enveloping my cock, gripping tightly and stroking firmly.  I see them cupping my balls, dancing around the head, caressing gingerly.

Then I see my cum, streaming down, running over and between her fingers…those amazing fingers…soiled with my semen and glistening in the light.

Right there, across from me at the table, taking meeting minutes right now, but taunting me to do so much more.

(Written this morning during a meeting)

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e[lust] Editress: Dangerous Lilly

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Dear Jane: How Do I Gain Sensitivity Back After Masturbating Too Much?
Friday Flix: 10 Things We Would Like to Say
Hole. Confession #573
Look at me (please)
Lusting After Sexually Confident Women and HNT
Oh Really?
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The air outside the mainframe core was hot and muggy.  The conditioning must have been down.  Sweat, possibly from the heat, or more likely my nerves, trickled down my neck.

She was taking too long.  That’s why I hate working with Cutters.  Rogue hacks, I’ve never had a good experience with someone outside The Guild.  I fingered my 8mm Glock 5c and looked down the corridor.  Running my hand across my butch shaven scalp I flung the single, long, braided strand of hair back over my shoulders.

“Hurry the fuck up!” I whispered forceful.

“Eat me,” she retorted nastily. There’s tracers all over the place.  I have to move slowly.”

Her face was illuminated by the soft blue-white glow of her palmtop console, jacked into service terminal.  I couldn’t make out her face clearly, a sleek black latex skullcap covered her scalp while she wore round, flat goggles that hid her eyes and blue leather corset that encased her neck and laced up the front.  All I could make out were her sharp lips, painted in pale white gloss which made them mysteriously disappear in her ashen face.

“Shit!”  her face contorted “knockers!” she mumbled referring to the counterinsurgency technique of flooding her hack trail with false digital silhouettes that look like online security.  She seemed to wrestle with it for a moment then sighed.  ”Fuck it!”
She tapped at the console nervously and suddenly the blue went red and her face was lit up with a crimson glow.  Before I could think the alarm in the office complex sounded.

“Christ!”

“Almost got it,” she hushed.

“What the fuck are you doing you crazy bitch?”  I roared.  I wasn’t going to die because this rake fucked up a routine shwag out of impatience.

“Don’t get all wet on me merc.  Keep your pussy in check–got it?”

“I’ll  show you-”

Just then a clanking noise.  Heavy soled boots on metal paneling.  A bulky forms burst around the corner lead by an automatic rifle. BAM BAM BAM.  I unloaded three caps as the Cutter yanked out her console and ran past me to the exit.  The armoured man fell to the ground shrieking in pain as the white phosphorous rounds melted through his protective skin and burned into his flesh.  Another leapt back into the corridor.  His rifle went off but the rounds splattered off the circuit panels to my right.  Sparks flew and I turned to run.  As I sprinted up the stairs I let loose a pineapple.  Clang, clang, clang, clang, BOOOM!  The well below me filled with an acrid yellow smoke.  We continued in haste.

We hit the roof in minutes.  Two guards rushed past before we exited onto the platform.  Fuck, now she’s done it.  They already have the roof secure!

“We can take the skywalk,” she noted, tapping her goggles – probably loading a digital map of the surrounding area.   ”To our left.  It’s five stories below the roof.  I’ve a cable.”

Quickly we made our way.  Brisk and silent were our strides.  I crouched low by the parapet.  The spring breeze brought the coolness of the ocean air whipping over its edge.  She clamped the impossibly thin cable to a service conduit and slipped the edge into a rappelling notch aside her belt.  As she climbed up on the parapet the two guards came out around a roof unit.  As she leapt their rifles opened fire.  BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM.  I unloaded.  A pain in my neck.  One of them crumpled in a smoking heap.  I looked to the cord and secured it to my belt.  Automatic fire sounded.  BAM BAM click.  I spun over the parapet and headed down the side of the building head-first.  The Cutter crouched there with a pistol upward.  I hit the roof hard, but softer than if I had jumped.  She fired and turned to run.  I bolted with her.  Ricochet sounded at our feet.   We hit the other side and landed against a service door, working on the lock.  I dropped my clip and loaded a new one.  We were too far for the guard to see us.

Rotors.  The chopping of a helicopter.  She jacked the door.  We went in.  A maze of service tubes.  Another door.  Out onto a rooftop.  We ran.

We skipped from rooftop to rooftop, all the while hearing the echo of the rotors off the nearby buildings – coming closer.  We dropped into a dark spot.

“Where the fuck are we?”

“Noble and Pierce,” she responded, tuning her goggles.  ”Fuck yeah…  I’ve an idea.”
She turned and ran to a rooftop unit.  Quickly she disassembled a panel.  The chopping grew louder.  The metal clanked to the ground. She began to strip off all her hack gear.

“Lose your weapons and anything illegal,” she said.  I hesitated.

“Dammit woman LOSE it!”

I dumped my gear into the hold, including my guns.  She pulled the goggles and cap off to reveal feathery thin blue hair sprouting from the crown of her head but shaven all round the sides.  Searing, pale white pupils darted around as she moved. She quickly replaced the panel.  We found a stair-shaft and she hacked the lock.  Quickly I followed her down the stairs.  A dozen or so floors down she burst out a doorway.  The street.  Sirens sounded from all directions.  The block was vivid, bright.  Advert lighting drowned the streetscape, washing the forms of sods selling themselves.  We tore through their masses and into one of the seedier establishments.  A large Asian woman in a velvet frock turned and gave my partner a trying sigh.

“Shit na you!” her accent a thick Laoatian.

“Save it,” she barked.  ”Blue hammer commin’, we need ta hide.”

“Damn girl, you gon kill ma biness.”

“Now Chloe!”

The woman sighed, then snapped her fingers and instructed a buff Asian man to escort us to a parlor.  The worn, rusted paneling of the interior was brightly painted in reds and yellows and though the lighting attempted to be sultry it was dim and hard to see.  The man drew back a mylar sound dampening curtain and we went inside.  The alcove was encased in synthetic perforated paneling.  Aside from a short section of flooring, the void was consumed by a padded dais highlighted by red downlighting.

We heard the rustling of armoured men. She began to strip, unlacing the corset about her neck, pulling out of her chrome mail halter top.  I did the same.  I realized the gist of her plan.

The stomping of heavy boots.

We dove onto the dais and covered ourselves with the sheets.  The curtain drew back.  Two cops in full metal gear stood there facing us.  Two more were behind them hassling three men in the stall across from us.

“Lookin fer two women,” the first roared at us as he strode in the room.  ”How long have you been ‘ere?”

“Nearly half hour,” Chloe piped up, coming down the hall.  ”Paid for full hour.  Dey still got half.”

The other produced a plamtop scanner and brushed it’s blue beam over us. Weapons scanner.  He adjusted it…green beam.  Tech scanner.

“Clean. No weapons or illeg non-wet tech.”

“Aye,” one noted approaching me.  I pulled the sheets up further over myself defensively.  ”How’d you get that gash there eh?”

He pointed as my neck.  It was the first time since the shrapnel hit it that I had remembered the injury and noted the pain.  I froze, and looked at the hacker.

Man I wished I had my Glock.   Two plugs and I’d be able to make a break for the door.  Damn this cutter bitch!

Uncharacteristically, she smiled and her hand moved up to the base of my neck.  She drew me close and opened her lips.  I felt her tongue press against my skin first, then her lips.  Quickly though, two sharp points penetrated my skin and I gasped.  I bled more and the fucking Cutter began to drink it!

“Oh man,”  I heard the cop declare.  He backed away.

The hack pulled back and I saw that two of her teeth had extended into sharp, vampire-like points.  My blood was on her pale white lips.

“We cater to all fetish,”  Chloe announced.  ”Legal.  All LEGAL.  You leave now.”

The cops finished checking the alcoves and we heard them clamor their way out.  We laid there, not having moved from the original embrace.  I stared at the curtain and she faced me.

“We should wait a few,” she whispered softly.  Her breath caressed my cheek.  Soft.  Warm.  I turned to her.  Devoid of color, her eyes seemed suddenly a little less hard, slightly mortal.

“Right,”  I muttered.

She moved away slightly and I noticed her soft, supple breasts before me.  They were pale and ashen with delicate pink nubs.  Curious, though, about her left nipple was looped a circular tattoo of a pink snake eating it’s tail.  I knew this to be the brand of the Sensules, a quasi-religious sect who believed that the path to God was through the experience of physical sensations.  I was intrigued.

Her eyes, though cold in their icy whiteness, pierced me.  My breathing was short.  A flood of emotions.  Adrenaline.  Fear.  Passion.  I suddenly realized that my pelvis was pressed firmly against her’s.  Her hands clenched my hips.

She leaned in again, perhaps sensing my rush.  Our lips touched and I felt her tongue push its way into my mouth.  It was sweet and soft.  I could taste the saltiness of my own blood still mingling in her saliva.  She pushed herself on top of me, her hands now against my shoulders as she straddled my torso.   My hands slipped up the arch of her back and to her shoulders.  She was strong, muscular.

I love muscular women.

Kissing, still kissing.

Circling round, my hands grasped her soft tits.  Firm and perky, I rubbed the hard pink nipples with my thumbs.

She groaned.

She kissed harder.

My right hand found its way down between her legs.  My fingers brushing their way through her hair and cupping her mound.  I pulled.  Our kiss broke and she looked down at me.  Eyes, icy, demonic.  Mouth agape in passionate wantonness.

She moved with my hand, presenting her warm pussy before my face.  Her pubic hair was also stark white, tipped in blue flecks.  A genetic mod I realized, and a costly one at that, but it was one of the most beautiful patches I’d seen.  Her strong thighs straddled my head as she sat on my face.  I plunged my tongue into her warm embrace.  The smell filled my nostrils.  Sweet .  Musky.

Hair tickling my nose.

She ran her hands across my closely shaved head, her nails digging into my skin on the returning stroke.  I attacked her clit.  Rubbing.  Sucking.  Caressing.

“Eat me bitch, nuuuuggghh!” she moaned rhythmically rocking her pelvis.  ”Oh my god…suck it down!”

My arms circled her hips, pulling her harder against my mouth.  I could feel her come seeping down my face, creaming my cheeks.

Tender. Hot.  Her cunt enveloped my face.

My only air was filtered through her musky pubes.

Dizzy.  The act consumed me.

I nibbled and bit.

Sucking.  Sucking hard.  Pulling at her clit.  Rubbing with my tongue.

“Guuuuuunnnnaaaaaahhhhh!”  she roared in a gutteral voice that tapered off into a violent scream at her breath escaped her.   Ravenously she rubbed her lips against my mouth.  The orgasm infiltrated her body.

She broke away with truculence.  Darting down she kissed me again, a passion possessing her.  Ravenous.  Hard.  Vicious, her mouth dug at mine, her hands clasped about the side of my head.

Again she broke abruptly.  A child unable to make up her mind was sweets to enjoy, she wanted them all.

Kisses along my neck.  Lips suckling my nipples, playing with the silver rings piercing each.  Kisses down my abdomen.  A long pause.  She inhaled the smell of my pussy.

Its stark baldness glistening wet in the red light.

My legs parted. She filled the void. Kissing my thighs.  Nibbling my skin.

Her breath hard and fast.

“Aaaaahhh!”  I screamed, surprised at the sudden violation.  Her mouth embraced my cunt.  Ripping.  Slashing.  Penetrating.     Her nose tickled my clit as she dug deep into my canal.  She rubbed my thighs feverishly.  Her face pushed against me as if she was desperately trying to get deeper, penetrate further.

Her left hand began to rub my clit.  Encircling it in broad pressured strokes.  I felt a finger of her right hand pressing against the entrance to my ass.

“Mmmm…AHH!”

It pushed inside.  Violation, pure, wonderful, blissful violation. Complete violation.
She continued to assail my fold with her mouth.  Her fingers worked me.  I exploded.

“Ah, ah, ah uuuunnnnnnaaahhhhh!”

The orgasm rocketed through my pelvis, assailing my senses.  I felt weak.

Like a feral animal she sensed it.  She knew, but did not stop.

A second finger pushed into my anus.  She buried them in my ass as she continued her onslaught upon my cunt.  Without a respite my hips contorted and began to shiver.  I grabbed her head.  I felt the thin whisps of hair as her face burrowed into me.  I pulled my knees back, almost to my ears.  Agape before her.  I wanted to be wider.  I wanted to open up as broadly as I could and have her push deeper inside me.  Deeper!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

The orgasm was so intense that I lost consciousness.  Sad for a hardened merc, but I’d never been so beautifully violated.  I awoke with my head in her lap as she sat cross-legged above me.  Slowly stroking my scalp.  She was smiling.  It was beautiful.  I hadn’t really seen her smile.

“You’re one hot fuck,” she quipped.  ”Just gotta work on your stamina.”

I laughed, probably the first time in ages.

Later we sent a groper back to pick up our things on the rooftop.  Scene had become too hot and we booked as soon as the blue hammer calmed.  We got paid good, minus the groper’s fee.  More importantly though, I think I’d found a new partner….

““Fuck me Daddy.” I called out as I rolled my hips nice and slowly letting his cock shaft stretch me. I still ached, but with each thrust it changed into something different. As his ooze splashed on my belly I knew that sealed our wicked love…”

The elegance of her narrative unfolds like an elongated lovemaking, teasing and titillating, touching all the right places and driving one insane, but then quickly recoiling before the climax, inserting an interlude, then building again.  With each assault the erotica is hotter, filthier, more forbidden, and each step the reader takes them deeper and deeper.

“…my tongue curls against her softly pushing inside her. We’re headed to her apartment I think. Although at this point I’m not really sure I care…”

The end explodes with passion and pain, crescendoing with a release that leaves one exhausted.  It is a darkly erotic journey that isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but Ms. Grayson delivers a quality work that will cut to the core of many a reader, leaving them aching and desperately, hungrily, craving more.

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“Did you hear about the Heidrich?” an auburn hared peer in similar sweater and knee length skirt inquired of Eva as they passed through the threshold of the building large double doorway.  She was Maria Hueg, daughter of a prominent bookstore owner and an infrequent acquaintance of Eva.  Heidrich was her older brother, about three years her senior.

“No,” Eva responded her large blue eyes perking up with genuine interest.  “Is he alright?”

“Most certainly,” Maria responded. “He was allowed entry to the Luftwaffe, and begins his flight training next week!”

The Luftwaffe was the airborne arm of the German military and a newly created group.  While nine out of ten men were really training in glider planes because of the military restrictions imposed on Germany due to the treaty of Versailles, it was still a great honor for any German family to have a son accepted into the program.  The two strode down the hallway energetically as Maria described everything to Eva, going on about her parent’s reactions and his most recent letter home.

Eva bid Maria a quick goodbye as she ducked into her first class: German history.  She was a lover of history since she was a little girl and the coursework she was learning had excited her greatly.  She had never been aware of the predominant role the Nordic peoples had played in the technological developments of the world and how all the other people in the world were really just branch offs of this original people.  Since the new government had taken power, school history courses had never been so Euro-centric.

The day thus continued quite normally, a healthy dose of education mixed with a bit of gossip from her friends.  Athletics was the last period of the day and was an event Eva really looked forward to.   With her final class starting, Eva exited the locker room in her tank top embroidered with the school’s crest and matchin athletic shorts.

Along with the other girls she quickly lined up before Mistress Frau Denzler, their athletic instructor.  Frau Denzler was a hardened woman who may have one day been a model, her features were so delicate but her athleticism prevailed and, while still quite attractive, was in no way dainty.  About thirty six years of age she was the physical education inspiration for the women of the Lyzeum, dressed in a tank and shorts with her hair pulled into a bun and a sliver of auburn-red lipstick that betrayed only the slightest bit of femininity. Pronounced in both stature and volume, her commands were heeded without question.  Eva knew she was married to Herr Denzler, a local civil servant working for the city’s waste management bureau, a relationship Eva had always found queer.  An odd man, tall and gangly, he was one of the least eligible bachelors, although he did have a secure and reputable position.   As she was a very strong personality Eva naturally assumed that she wanted a man she could control and a lifestyle that wouldn’t be threatened.  She got both.

The girls began about their exercises, stretching, running about the gym, organized calisthenics, etc.  The routine was ritual, as the Nazi government was very firm on the physical fitness of their citizens.  Various athletics were mandatory throughout the national school system and all young people were vigorously encouraged to pursue similar endeavors outside class.

“Eva.” The tall blonde woman announced at the end of the practice as the girls scattered from their dismissal.

“Yes Mistress.” She responded meekly as the other girls exited the gym toward the locker room to redress.  She was a little startled.  The only time Frau Denzler ever kept anyone after class what when they had either been less that enthusiastic about their training or were outright disorderly.  Such was a reprehensible offense in the eyes of the school.  She couldn’t figure out what it was that she had done wrong.

“Eva,” the instructor repeated as she turned and began toward her office at the other side of the gym.  ” I believe you are aware of Major Knorpel’s visit next week.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Well I was observing your recent performance in class.  You are a very enthusiastic and vibrant girl Eva. “

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Well I need to select an attaché for the Major during his visit to the school.  The duties entail the student following him around during the day of his visit and showing him the campus from a student’s perspective.  Are you interested?”

“Certainly,” Eva responded breathlessly as the instructor opened the door to her office and led the young pupil inside. The door was shut behind her and Eva was motioned to have a seat before the desk.  The Mistress reached over to the blinds before the window on the door and drew them closed. “Thank you, but why me?”

“Like I said, you are the most energetic of my pupils, and an intelligent and beautiful young woman.”

“Thank you Mistress,” she said, her mind racing with excitement.  She couldn’t wait to get home and tell her father about the honor.  He was her only remaining family member after her mother died.  Both of them were only children and she had no extended family, at least not in this part of the country.

“And the Major is a strong supporter of the national standards on physical fitness.  After discussing it with the Headmaster, we thought it would be more than appropriate to name a girl with your outstanding academic record as well as your abundant physical prowess.”

“It is quite an honor, Mistress.”

“Yes it is.”  She replied bluntly, looking down at her.  The instructor moved over to the desk and sat on its edge.  She reached up and pulled the hairpins out of the back of her head, letting her long blonde hair fall down about her shoulders.  With her hair out of a bun, her features softened considerably and she eased her posture a bit.

“You are a most attractive woman, but I have not seen you chasing around with the boys in town.  Are you afraid of them?”

“Not really Mistress, I’ve just been quite concerned with school and my father’s business,” This was very true as her father owned a local butcher’s shop and she would help him every evening while the rush crowd of people getting meats for dinner came through.  It was tough work.

The Mistress dismissed the information, apparently not really caring about it as she may have proposed the question entirely out of idle conversation.  She leaned forward and extended her hand toward Eva.  The tip of her index finger brushed away thin whips of hair that had fallen into Eva’s eyes and pushed them back while, her stared at her own feet.  The young eighteen year old’s soft cheeks were flush, partially from the workout but more so from the Mistress’s peculiar interest in her.  The instructor’s hand slid down her cheek delicately to the nape of her neck and Eva stopped breathing for a moment.  She looked up to, for the first time, directly meeting the gaze of the Mistress whose eyes had retreated from their stern gaze and were strangely fixed upon Eva’s countenance.

Frau Denzler’s hand slowly slid around to the back side of Eva’s neck cupped around the curve.  She gently and slowly pulled her forward.  A multitude of questions ran through Eva’s naïve head but her reaction was suffocated in her fearful respect for the teacher.  The Mistress closed her eyes and kissed Eva slightly, their lips pressing softly against one another.  Eva’s astonished eyes were wide with exclamation but she didn’t know what to do and allowed the act to continue.  Barely three seconds had passed when their embrace parted but for Eva it was and eternity of considerations and wonder.

“Was that terrible?”  The Mistress inquired, her hand still on the back of Eva’s neck.  “Not quite like kissing a boy is it?”

The astonishment of the situation passed as she considered the question.  In the entire time she had felt uncomfortable she realized it was primarily because of the world around her, the life she led, the people she knew, the government she was dictated to by.  For the first time she dealt with the situation in terms of what her heart felt.  While there was no question that she liked boys, in fact she liked them very much having kissed several and even fumbled around a bit, but this wasn’t as alien as she would have thought it to be.

“No,” she finally commented as her instructor brushed more of her hair back.

“Good,” The other responded as she knelt down before her seated pupil.  She leaned up and their lips met again as the Mistress pulled Eva’s tank out from her shorts.  There were only slight pecks as they tasted the mouths of one another while the young woman’s shirt and bra were removed by Frau Denzler.  “It gets much better.”

The eighteen year old’s breasts were full and perky as so many young ones are.  Little more than that which should fit inside one’s hand, they were topped with small pink nipples that stood firmly at attention.  Eva’s head bent back as her Mistress slid her left hand around her, taking hold of the small of her back and pulled Eva’s body against hers as her mouth engulfed an ashen lobe.  The tender touch of her moist tongue as it encircled her aureole was soothing and incredibly arousing. The unspoiled virgin’s eyes clenched, unbeknownst to her seductress, as Nazi programming infested her thoughts.  This was wrong she reminded herself.  The Nordic pride of Germany, the females, should never pervert themselves with one another.  “Sacred to us is every mother of good blood,” she remembered Heinrich Himmler stating in one of his radio addresses implying her role as wife and mother to not only a good Aryan man but to the German state itself, not in the perpetration of this sort of vulgar pleasuring.

While this conflict erupted in her mind she unconsciously allowed her hands to reach out and rub along her Mistress’s shoulders.  The poisoned teachings of a dictatorial doctrine continued to lay siege upon her wants, her desires, her need for this most forbidden of taboos.  She began to realize that her sexuality was not what she had been taught, instead it was not strict, rigid, unflexing.  The party’s brainwashing propaganda had buried these desires so deep in her, so hidden, in fact, she wasn’t even aware they existed.  But now they were alone, behind closed doors and she wanted this, she had to have it.  Her hands moved from the other’s shoulders up along her neck and slipped into her hair.  Frau Denzler began to suck harder, nibbling slightly and then caressing the nipple with her tongue and lips.  The pale skin about her breast had become a dark tan color as the instructor’s lipstick smeared the spot.  The strong grasp of the young virgin pulled her partner’s mouth harder against her breast as she felt the passion swell inside her.

“Yes Mistress,” the Elsa moaned in a whisper. “Yeeeeeessss.”

Frau Denzler’s mouth broke its torrid embrace and she looked up at her young pupil and smiled.  She began to kiss her way down the soft skin of her stomach as she pulled the shorts out from under the seated girl and down her thighs.  As the black cloth fell to Eva’s ankles, the Mistress stared into the young woman’s eyes.  She reached forward and removed her slight white cotton underwear as well.  Eva could smell the sweet musky scent of her own, excited womanhood as the dainty panties were pulled back to reveal her small mound of blonde hair.  She shivered with anxiousness.  She had never embraced another person in this way and for such an experience to challenge her upbringing and her conscience, however programmed, was almost too much.  But she found herself delighting in the experience, the thought of this older woman taking her, teaching her about this new world of passion.

The panties fell to the floor as well and the instructor slowly slid her hands up along Eva’s thighs from her knees to her hips and back again. Eva had crossed her arms before her chest as if suddenly realizing her nakedness before the flaxen seductress.  Frau Denzler gave her a reassuring, and possibly domineering, smile as she gently pulled Eva’s legs apart, revealing the full view of her womanhood.   The young girl’s eyes were recondite and tense as Frau Denzler broke their gaze and her head began to move down in between her white inner legs.  The Mistress paused briefly as her nose tickled the pubic hair and Eva flinched. The older woman inhaled deeply, reveling in the delightful smell of the petite young lady’s aroma.  The instructor’s tongue slowly parted her own auburn lips to tickle the hair itself.  Eva’s arms left her chest and found the older woman’s shoulders again.  Unknowingly her legs spread farther as her lover brushed against her hair, possibly in anticipation.  Still tenuous, her hands dug into the other’s shoulders, her nails biting their way into her flesh.

Eva’s posture was stiff and immobile.  Frau Denzler had difficulty positioning her head to approach the seated girl’s womanhood properly.  Her tongue pushed its way through the pubic hair and lightly brushed up against the edge of her lips.  She flinched again and the nails dug deeper.  Eva felt the moist tip of her instructor’s tongue slide along the ridge of her opening, from bottom to top and she felt slight tinges of pleasure tickle her pelvis.  The feeling was lovely, the naïve girl thought as she realized, for the first time, the pleasure her stimulated vagina could afford. Her lips yielded to the tongue which penetrated the juicy canal and began to move around.  She felt her Mistress probing inside of her, delicately caressing her orifice.  The feeling was calm, elegant and soothing.  Her skin went flush again as the act evoked a consuming and comfortable warmth through her entire body.  Eva’s body eased and her instructor noticed the change in her posture.  Moving her hands from the girl’s knees back to her behind,  she cupped her hands around her cheeks and slid her body closer atop the chair.  The young blonde’s pelvis moved in accordance, shifting forward and pushing her muff up and outward allowing her Mistress a much more accessible position.  Her eyes closed and her breathing became rythmic as she felt the older woman continue to push her tongue inside her slit whose lubrication had considerably increased.  Frau Denzler lifted Eva’s legs up onto her shoulders and then firmly clamped her hands at the back of her pupil’s buttocks and pulled her mid section into her face as she pushed her tongue upward.  It found the sacred goal in Eva’s clitoris which was slightly swollen and red, awaiting the anticipated tongue-lashing.

“AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!” She grunted quickly, possibly too loud, as her Mistress’s tongue and mouth consumed the sensitive spot.  She lurched forward, partially out of pleasure but more out of surprise, and her hands grabbed the back of her Mistress’s head.  The instructor stopped and reached up with her left hand and put two fingers over Eva’s lips.

“Shhhhh,” she pronounced with a whisper.  Eva nodded agreement.

“You taste lovely my pet,” she added.  “Now let me finish.  Suck on my fingers so you don’t call out again.”

She did as she was instructed and let the two front fingers of her Mistress’s hand push into her mouth and she began to suck on them.  She felt the other’s head move its way back into position between her legs and open her crevice again.   Frau Denzler began to caress her pupil’s clit yet again, although, this time Eva was prepared for it.  As the passionate wave of ecstasy shot through her pelvis and lower body she grabbed onto her Mistress’s hand with both of her own and sucked on her fingers.  She had never felt such incredible tinglings, infesting her body and elevating her rapture.

She grunted and wimpered, consuming her mistress’s fingers, her eyes tight.  Her breathing accelerated.  Within seconds her womanhood exploded with an orgasmic fury, soiling her partner’s face with her juices.  Her body squirmed almost uncontrollably as Frau Denzler’s tongue continued to lick her increasingly sensitive clitoris.

Breathing heavily, like she had just run a marathon, Eva laid back in the chair, her body limp from the brilliant ordeal.  The girl’s school athletic instructor leaned back on her knees and paused for a second, staring at the now not so naïve student.  Her hand had elft the girl’s mouth and was resting on her her chest, where she lovingly stroked her tight eyed prey and the girl tried to recover herself.

Soon she stood and Eva suddenly came back to reality and realized where she was.  Her arms reflexively folded about her chest again and she crossed her legs feeling small and vulnerable before her schoolmaster.  She watched as her Mistress stood and pulled off her own shirt and bra, dropping them to the floor.  Her breasts were large but slightly sagging, the vulnerability of age she conceded.  She was still quite beautiful, however.  Beautiful?  Eva thought.  Never before had I looked at a woman and felt attraction but now it feels so natural, so true.  Frau Denzler leaned over and reassuringly kissed the girl again, soft and light, as she took hold of her hands and stood her up.

“I want you to touch me, my child,” she whispered as she leaned back against the desk.

“I’m not sure w-what to d-” Eva stammered but she was interrupted.

“Not like that, just your hand,” she responded ad she pulled on her shorts, allowing them to drop down to her ankles.  She lifted a foot out of them and tossed them to the side. “I’m not sure you’re quite ready for that just yet, anyway, but the touch of your hand will be sufficient for now.”

“Yes Mistress,” she responded, more than a little unsure of herself.

The instructor took her right hand and led it down between her legs.  She let the young girl feel her way through her blonde pubic hair, guiding it the whole way.  Eva closed her eyes and envisioned what she was feeling, absorbing every texture, every curve, every crevice.  She leaned forward and nuzzled against the older woman, pressing the bridge of her nose against the side of her Mistress’s neck.  Frau Denzler responded by crooking her head to the side in an embrace.  Her teacher very moist and the student followed the guiding hand as it pushed in between her crevice.  Slowly she began to caress it, exploring the outer labia and the lips.  She hardly noticed when Frau Denzler removed her hand to allow her student to proceed on her own.  Her hand was thoroughly wet as she managed to push four fingers inside, sliding in and out repeatedly.  Then she remembered what her Mistress had done with her clitoris…

Eva let her fingers glide along the woman’s lips until she found the small nub atop her opening.  She smiled when she heard her lover gasp at the sensation.  The young girl began to caress and massage the spot, slowly encircling it with a rhythmic pattern.  She continued for a short while, listening to her instructor’s breathing become more exaggerated and erratic.  She noticed that her pelvis began to rock with the motion of her hand in a corresponding cadence.   Her body became tense and she noticed the muscles in her neck flex tightly.  Suddenly she felt Frau Denzler’s hand land on top of her own.

“Yes my child, yes…harder…Haaaaarderrrr!”  she groaned as she pushed down on Eva’s hand and began to guide it around with a much faster rhythm and a great deal more pressure.  No longer really in control of the action, the young girl opened her eyes to observe her lover.  The older woman’s head had reared back and her body began to shake violently.  Her mouth was agape in a silent scream in which her breath had escaped her lungs as the feelings came over her.  The Mistress pressed harder against Eva’s hand, so much so that her fingers hurt slightly and she quickly felt a stream of fluid grease her hand.  Frau Denzler’s breathing became short, quick gasps as she released her grip on the other’s hand and put it behind her to brace herself.

Eva moved over to her clothes as her Mistress recovered from the orgasm.  She could see that the inner portion of Frau Denzler’s thighs glistened with lubrication in the light of the office.  The vision was interestingly erotic.  She thought of when her Mistress was poised between her legs, her tongue infiltrating her most sacred treasure.  The young woman considered what the experience would be like to perform the same.  She felt disappointed that she hadn’t done so to Frau Denzler.  She wanted to know what it was like to feel the hair on her lips, her flesh about her mouth, the taste of her juices on her tongue…

Eva quickly dismissed the torrid thoughts as the reality of the situation began to hit her.  She was no longer in a fantasy world, her experience no longer a numb veil of ecstasy.  She immediately began to dress, slipping into her clothes like an automaton, moving without thinking, staring at the floor, transfixed without really thinking of anything.  The programming kicked in again, unconsciously, like a device that couldn’t be shut off. She dressed and left.

After showering and changing, Eva strode quickly home to tell her father about the honor that had been bestowed upon her.  At least she had that to tell him to explain why she was so late.

But her mind was a flurry of chaotic thoughts.

This wasn’t going to go away. She could never face Frau Denzler again with the same disposition, she was forever changed, her essence altered.  For good or evil, she did not know yet.  But for the first time, she saw the world of lies that surrounded her.  It was just the beginning.