0 comments/ 29245 views/ 2 favorites April's Release Ch. 01 By: butchclarence Chapter 01: April's Night Out "April," she said with a soft, airy voice. "I'm April. And you?" "Heather," she pauses a moment, "Heather," she says again with a soft, desirous smile letting her eyes deliberately explore April's bare legs from her sexy nude sandals up to her delicately spread thighs. April makes no effort to disguise her pleasure in Heather's attentions as her gaze drinks her in deeply. "And him?" She asks, nodding over her shoulder toward Ron, "the man with the cognac?" She returns her eyes to Heather, letting her captivating, hazel eyes penetrate to Heather's soul. "He is Ron," Heather says again softly. "Our date for the evening," she adds with a sly smile. "Hello, Ron," April offers a friendly nod, lifting her glass. "Nice to meet you." She rotates her stool, extending her hand, limply but professionally, with sincere feeling. "And what do you think we should do to keep warm this chilly, misty evening?" "Well," Ron says, "I, for one, am going to have at least one more Remy before I step out into the air, so maybe, while I share my addiction with the angels, maybe you two might like to have another round or two ... or three. Help take some of the brrrr out of the air before we all head out to explore." "The angels?" April asks, intentionally avoiding Ron's allusion to later explorations. Knowing this is not yet the time to take control, Ron creatively hands the conversation back to Heather. "Long story," he smiles, looking into his snifter. "Long, complicated story; something to do with my beverage of choice here." Shrugging, he adds, "I have a long history with cognac. But this is a story for another time, maybe." He punctuates his words with a complicated smile, one that April returns, crinkling up her pretty eyes. Ron swings around to face forward, presenting his snifter for a refill and leaving this delicate beauty to his lover – at least for the moment. Pretty lady, he thinks to himself as he secretly gazes at her reflection in the smoky mirror behind the bar. Really pretty lady. Heather flags over the barkeep and quickly orders up two more shots of Curevo telling her to be back promptly with another round. There is no mistaking what Heather has in mind. And Ron, as always, is ready to follow his lover's lead. But this time, though, he is a little concerned about the demure April. Pondering their sensual excursions: We have had our prospects, he thinks to himself, Heather and I – the sluts, the dizzy club girls, and the horny housewives out for an adventure. We've tasted love from all walks of life, all styles, colors, and preferences. But April, well, this is special; this is one that seems far off of our list. What is it about her? He muses. She is so sexy. Delightfully sensual, fresh, and she knows it. Heather's advances begin to get through. April is interested. There is no doubt. Yet, though she has made try after try to connect with April physically, Heather finds herself deflected at every pass. A touch and she moves quickly to adjust her hair. Heather's hand comes to the back of her neck, and she rises suddenly, claiming a potty call. Planning her next move, Heather contemplates her tactics: What is hiding just below the surface of this one? Could she playing us? Or are we about to embark on an exquisite adventure, taking this sweet, deliciously innocent lady out to her first taste of true rapture? Ron silently sips his drink, watching his beloved Heather in the smoky mirror as she brings their new conquest in. The women sip shots together, looking deeply into each other's eyes over the salted rims of their glasses. Heather leans toward April, arm gently over her shoulder. Closer, close enough for April to feel her large breasts crushing against her body, she brings her lips to April's ear to talk to her through the noise of the bar room. April turns her head quickly in a nearly startled response. Her shoulder-length brown hair flies, following her sudden turn. She rests her glass softly, but deliberately on the bar and moves her hand to her small, black purse. Her eyes become fixed in the distance, her face expressionless. There is a long pause as if time has stopped. Score one for Heather, Ron thinks. She has achieved her first reaction. April remains in the same position as if frozen. She seems a bit disoriented for a moment. But Heather's hand comes down on top of hers with a friendly pat and a reassuring squeeze. A moment passes. Heather brings her large, soft, body close to her prospect, letting her feel her softness, her warmth, and her sincere loving passion. Her first hard move has taken effect. The intent is clear. April has relaxed. Her eyes have lowered to the freshly filled shot glass. She lifts it, and turns to meet her new friend, eye to eye, soul to soul. Glasses clink and faces break into inevitable smile as April relinquishes the first of many freedoms to Heather's gentle persuasions. "All the way down," Heather demands, lifting her glass and holding it just above her lips. The women share a long moment, holding glasses and finally April responds with a simple "Yes! All the way down." Heather calls for the barkeep. "One more," she demands. "One more before we hit the pavement." April nods. The women raise glasses again and knock back another Cuervo. Heather's deep brown eyes glow with victory as April's face becomes markedly flushed with the sudden rush of alcohol to her blood. Her smile is more mischievous, her lips slightly thickened and parted with the relaxation of the alcohol. Just a few more minutes, Ron thinks, and we can test the waters. He will take Heather's lead and trust her judgment to let him know when she thinks April is ready. "Whew!" April bursts out in a light scream. Her head shakes side to side, smiling as she responds to the climbing levels of intoxication. "Whew!" she repeats. "Are you okay?" Heather asks her. "Oh yeah," April responds, "Just a little buzzed ... a little too buzzed maybe." Heather slides in closer to April, pressing her ample breasts against April's shoulder as she leans across to speak confidentially to Ron. "I think she has gorgeous tits," she says, intending, of course, for her to hear. "Yes she does," Ron responds. April actually giggles. "You think so?" She asks chuckling, "I do too. They're nice ... natural too." She is shaking her head in disbelief at what she has just said. Heather's hand comes across and rubs them gently, seeking her nipples through the silky fabric of her dress. A fire grows in Heather's eyes as her fingers explore her prospect, lightly rubbing her breast and circling her nipple. "Stop that." April says still chuckling. "Not here." But Heather does not stop. Ron's hands glide gently up and down her waist, feeling her soft skin through the thin fabric of her dress. Her skin tightens under his fingertips. Goose bumps. A good sign. A very good sign. Dismissing Heather's caresses, April swings fully around on the barstool and looks deeply into Ron's eyes. Her mouth opens and she comes softly to him to accept a deeply passionate kiss -the first of many. Emerging from their kiss, Ron and April discover that Heather has gathered up everyone's jackets, indicating that it is time to leave. Ron and Heather each take one of April's hands and lead her to the door. The damp, chilly air has an immediate effect on everyone. For April, it brings about something of a realization of what has begun. Still holding her lovers' hands, she looks at each of them, hesitates a moment, and then playfully draws them both closer. Always the gentleman, Ron opens the passenger side door for the ladies. Expecting that she must yield the large front seat to the queen-size Heather, April hesitates, looking for a subtle way to get into the small back seat. "No, no, honey," Heather advises, "you don't have to sit back there. Come sit on my lap in the front. There is plenty of room." Heather slides back the passenger seat all the way and seats herself. Kicking off her shoes, she hikes her dress up above her waste, revealing her creamy thighs and bare, shaved pussy. She leans the seat back and reaches out for April's hand, guiding her in close. Ron lifts April's dress, positioning her panty-covered ass comfortably between Heather's bare, widely spread legs. He pushes the door gently shut and takes his time walking around the car to the driver's side. Heather wastes no time. She begins working vigorously on her new conquest's breasts, rubbing them with both of her hands, squeezing April's nipples firmly, while April sits, almost unresponsively, between her legs. Ron closes the door and leans across to kiss April again. Though seeming unresponsive to Heather, April is very responsive to his kiss and she begins to writhe softly in Heather's lap. Heather continues her tit work. Ron thrusts his hand between April's legs, shoving his fingers under her soft ass, exploring further to touch Heather's deliciously wet pussy. Heather brings one of her hands down to the inside of April's thigh, caressing her, working her way up slowly and delicately, in contrast to Ron's forceful shove. I have to stop. Ron thinks to himself, or I won't be able to drive. Disconnecting himself from April, he draws a deep breath, settles himself behind the driver's seat, and starts the engine. In the short time it has taken to reach their destination, Heather has lowered the top of April's dress and removed her bar. She massages April's completely exposed breasts rolling the firm, brown nipples between her fingertips, tugging them, twisting them hard. "I'm going to milk those titties dry," Heather sighs softly. "I have the keys," Ron says as he quickly exits the car. His intention is to give Heather a moment alone with April to help assure her, build her confidence. Ron has been with Heather long enough to anticipate what she would like for this evening. While the girls chat in the car, making themselves presentable, he lights some candles and tosses a soft quilt over the sofa, making the already sensual feel of the city apartment even more appetizing. April appears proper and dressed as they enter the doorway and only her flimsy silken black bra, dangling from her hand gives evidence to the foreplay that has taken place in the car. "Wine?" Ron asks, addressing April, and at the same time taking a bottle of Cabernet from the shelves. "Oh God, I don't think so," She pants; bringing her hand flat between her breasts in a gesture of exhaustion that is punctuated by that incredible smile. Then responds, after a brief hesitation. "Sure, why not." "This is a nice, soft, Cab. And I have some great cracked wheat crackers and assorted cheeses and munchies. So be comfortable and relax." Ron is a good host, but he is also quite aware that April has just knocked back a lot of booze and the last thing he wants is for her to become ill and lose the charm of the evening. A long silence passes over the group and in it, an understanding apparently has been reached. Now that all agree what the evening will bring, the mood becomes more relaxed. It seems everyone wants to take some time to get to know each other a little. "Relax," Ron says, breaking through the stillness. "It's early, and we have all night." He pulls the cork and fills April's glass. After her glass is filled, he takes two more glasses from the shelves and fills them for himself and Heather. He ducks out to the kitchen and quickly returns with a nice tray of top-shelf munchies. "Food of the gods," he says. "Well, almost," he pauses. "But we can get to that later." Ron and Heather sit to either side of their new lover, moving in close, letting their bodies touch. Heather leans in and touches April's breasts again. "You are going to learn some things tonight, I think, April. Do you think so?" April hesitates a moment. "I don't know." She says softly, demurely. "Let's see where it goes ... okay?" "Okay," Heather responds, "But I expect you to eat my pussy, at the very least. Are you up for that?" April is briefly overcome, but before she can respond Heather continues ".... and my ass too. But don't worry if it is your first time, hon. Ron will teach you. He is a good teacher, and thorough." April becomes slightly withdrawn, looking inquisitively back and forth between her new friends. "It IS my first time, Heather," she looks over at Ron, "Ron. My first time ... like this." She pauses again. "I want to try. I want to try everything. I really do. And I trust you guys. But please be patient with me. Okay?" Heather leans in close to her and whispers in her ear, "I will not hurt you, sweet April. I promise you, I will not hurt you." Heather nibbles her ear softly and adorns her delicate neck with soft airy kisses. "Fair enough," Ron says, changing the mood. "I think we should start with a blindfold," He says to no one in particular. "April," he continues, now more directly, letting his eyes meet hers directly, "I want you to come into the bedroom with us. You are going to let me blindfold you. You will let us undress you. And you will give yourself completely to us, so we can experience the pleasures of your body as we see fit." Allowing her no time to respond, he takes both of her hands and begins to stand, lifting her from the couch. Leading April with both hands, Ron steps backwards into the bedroom. Heather follows, walking behind her, fondling her breasts, exposing them again as her hands reach under her partly undone dress. Ron folds a black silk scarf into a narrow band, which he wraps around April's head, completely covering her eyes. Satisfied, he hands April to Heather who guides her to a standing position at one side of the single bed. When he has completely undressed, he takes April's hands and helps her remain balanced while Heather undresses. Ron can't resist the sight of Heather's ample body in the soft light of the room. The sight of her huge breasts, her pink nipples, her soft, generous thighs send a wave of white-hot excitement to the core of his soul. He whispers softly in her ear: "I want you so badly Heather ... I need you." Heather smiles softly, kisses her finger and brings it to Ron's lips. She will see to it that Ron works hard this evening before he earns his lover's sweet pleasures and awakens in her loving arms. Ron and Heather stand at either side of April and begin to unfasten her dress, letting it fall to her feet. Heather reaches down and lifts one sandal over her dress, releasing the strap and leaving her foot bare. She does the same with the other side. She is delicious. The lovers agree as hands explore her, feeling her wetness through the delicate lace of her tiny black panties. Ron comes to his knees in front of her and nuzzles her pussy through those sexy panties. At the same time, Heather gently rolls her back, positioning her across the bed with her ass on one edge and her head hanging over the other. She lifts April's feet and places them on the mattress, close to her ass. "Open your mouth wide," Heather instructs, making sure April understands that she is to be spread out and completely accessible to her lovers. "Wider," she orders, "I want that mouth opened wide." Heather commands forcefully. Letting April know that she is now under her control. Heather comes around the bed and takes April's head into her hands. She fondles her, stroking her hair, pinching her nipples gently, but firmly, speaking softly and lovingly to her, kissing her lightly on the lips, feeding fingers to April's hungry, gaping mouth. April begins to moan and sigh softly as Ron's experienced tongue glides over her panties, licking her, nibbling her engorged lips, tasting her strong, feminine wetness. "Keep that mouth open," Heather orders shoving several fingers over her bottom teeth and pulling down firmly. "That's my girl," Heather commends. Completely immersed in the gulf between sensuality and submission, April surrenders to her needs, yielding to Heather's firm control. Her mind unfocused, she is unaware that Heather has left her and is slowly moving to Ron at the foot of the bed. Heather is ready for her now. Ron gently pulls her flimsy panties away, lifting each foot to take them completely off. He backs away and lets his lover take over his position kneeling between April's legs. Heather and Ron kiss softly before her tongue comes to April to deliver her first flesh-to-flesh oral contact. She shudders deeply with the first caress of Heather's wet tongue and soft lips. Writhing a little, April spreads her legs wider, adjusting her position to yield better access to that incredible tongue that is licking her dripping pussy. Meanwhile, Ron has come to her, stroking her hair, and her breasts, he kisses her, letting her taste her juices on his lips. The feel of his beard on her cheek startles her. "That's right, love," he says softly, "it is Heather's sweet tongue that is up your pussy now." And you know you love it. Girl tongue is so much softer, so much sweeter than a man. Let her take you, April. Say her name, " he instructs. "Tell her to eat you," He speaks softly, continuously, instructing her as he kisses her and nibbles her, "Go ahead, tell her what you need." He kisses her more, but she still is hesitant. "Tell her how!" He demands. April's lips begin to move, mouthing words in silence. Ron takes her hands and pulls them over her head, letting her feel her body spread out and stretched ... making her know that she is giving herself completely. "Eat me," her lips seem to say. But still no sound emerges. "Tell her, tell her." He insists. "Tell her NOW." April's head tosses softly side to side as her lips continue to move speechlessly. Heather backs away from Aprils soaked pussy and adds her voice to Ron's instructions. "Tell me, baby," she demands, "tell me what you want ... tell me what you need Heather to do." Heather begins to spank April's spread pussy lips rhythmically as she speaks. April attempts to close her legs, but Ron's hands move quickly to her knees, firmly spreading them wide and holding her in position for Heather to administer the gentle discipline. April's head rolls side to side in a slow and exaggerated "no" gesture. Her arms attempt weakly to push Ron's away. But her feeble struggle against the experienced couple is brief and ineffective. Letting her arms fall, she submits. She spreads her legs to accept her punishment. The spanking continues. Each measured stroke is firm and loud, but not so hard to cause pain. To her surprise, April finds the treatment intoxicatingly erotic. She quivers with approaching orgasm. "Tell Heather what you want her to do to your cunt, baby," she says, continuing to spank her lover in time with the cadence of her words. "Tell Heather what you need." "Please," April utters. "Please, Heather ... Please eat me more," she struggles "Heather," she practically screams this time, "Please eat my pussy, please ... please" she trails off in a cracking voice. "Good, good. Good girl." Heather says returning her sensual mouth to April's cunt once again. She pushes several fingers deep into April's inviting pussy licking and sucking her all the way through her first intense, quaking orgasm. Ron now returns to take Heather's place, this time pressing his cock to her and holding it there, just between her lips, letting her feel its throbbing heat touching her turgid flesh. "Tell him, now" Heather instructs her. "Tell him what you need, April. Speak to Ron's hard cock and tell it what you want." As Heather speaks, Ron spreads April's pussy lips with his fingers and cock-spanks her glistening cunt with his hard cock, flicking the head of his cock repeatedly into her firm clit. "Fuck me!" April screams, her hands reaching for Ron to pull him in. "Fuck me hard with that hot cock." April's Release Ch. 01 Grasping her hips, he thrusts himself fully into her and rides her hard; letting her feel each deliberate plunging stroke into her soaked pussy. Responding to Heather's gesture, Ron withdraws quickly, not nearly fulfilling April's need. He allows Heather to position him on the bed straddling Heather, his knees in line with her breasts. "Spank me!" April shouts out loud. "Spank me again, please." She begs for attention while her lovers regroup. Heather quickly removes April's blindfold. April opens her eyes to discover Ron stroking his cock just inches from her lips. "You have to suck him now, April," Heather instructs. "Time to take his cock all the way down your throat." Heather lifts April's head and holds it while Ron presses the head of his dick head to her lips. April resists, turning her head to the side. Heather's strong hands force her head back. "You have to learn to take it all, lover," Heather orders. "Come and lick all of your pussy juice from his cock ... come on now, lick it clean." April reluctantly opens her mouth, touching her tongue to Ron's cock. But again she resists. Just as he touches her, she purses her lips, refusing to accept him orally and offers contact only with the tip of her protruding tongue. Heather is not at all satisfied at all with this, not at all. "Come on, April, don't tell me you never sucked cock before." She scolds. "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm" April grunts, turning her head side to side, gesturing "NO," as before, this time with her lips held amusingly closed around the tip of her tongue. "Oh," Heather says, "Maybe you don't like the seasoning. I get it. We can fix that, baby." She releases her grip and April seems to relax. "Come on over here, big daddy and load that thing up with some of Heather's juice. Let's give her something to crank up her appetite." Heather turns and rolls her large body across the bed next to April but in the opposite direction, her ass next to April's head. Ron dismounts his position over April and comes to Heather, entering her quickly. His compact, muscular body sinks into her soft, copious flesh. His face nuzzles her large breasts." My, Heather," he whispers, "no one can ever give me what you do." His cock begins to throb as soon as it feels itself home in her warm, wet, inviting pussy. Knowing that he is dangerously close, Heather pushes him back. She takes his dripping cock into one hand. She reaches out wit the other and grasps April by the hair. Turning her head forcefully to Ron she proceeds as before to attempt to feed Ron's cock to April's mouth. And once again April resists. "This will not do, baby," Heather tells her firmly. Standing opposite Ron at the side of the bed, she holds April's and slaps Ron's wet cock against her closed lips. The hard, wet, head makes a splat sound with each contact. But April still resists, holding her mouth firmly closed. "You are going to have to learn baby." Placing one hand behind April's head, Heather reaches her free hand over April's face, cupping her mouth and pinching her nose. April's eyes open wide in near terror, but Heather holds her firmly. She is unrelenting while April enters into profound struggles for breath. "Are you ready now?" Heather asks harshly, "or shall I keep you here a little longer?" April attempts to nod against Heather's iron grip. "Is that a yes?" Heather asks almost maliciously. Again April attempts to nod affirmative, her eyes bulging. "Are you going to promise to open your mouth wide and suck Ron's cock now?" Heather demands while April struggles to nod again. "Are you?" Heather asks again, this time releasing her grip and allowing the struggling April to gasp in some air. Heather now strokes April's hair, supporting her head, allowing her to relax, to catch her breath; giving her a moment to understand. Aprils mind whirls. She was terrified, but with fear came intense arousal. Her clit is hard with excitement. Her cunt juice has soaked her thighs and is dripping into her ass. She is on fire. Panting. Sighing. After a moment, her breathing slows and she is ready. April's mouth opens wide; she turns her head freely to Ron. Taking his cock in her hand she accepts it fully into her mouth, licking and sucking like she should have done all along. "That's it, baby, lick all of Heather's pussy from his cock ... good girl," Heather coaches, "then you can suck out all of Ron's hot cum and swallow it down to the last drop." Ron could tell immediately that she was not a swallower. As soon as Heather told her this, she once again began to toss her head making the mmm mmm mmm sound, this time, with a mouth full of cock. Holding her head, Ron continues to work on her, fucking her mouth, gently, but persistently, letting her know that he is in charge. April, her mind still spinning furiously, is well aware that she may be expected to learn something this evening. "Okay, baby," Heather says, softly, "I understand," she continues. "Here, let me move you around a little. We can make this work." Taking command, Heather moves Ron back on to the bed, positioning him on his back. Deftly, she takes April's delicate body and arranges her so she is kneeling over him at his side. "See, baby," she explains while she moves April into her final position, "this way, you won't gag and you will have control ... and when this bad boy pops off you can get your mouth out of the line of fire." April seems happy with this and brings her mouth to Ron's cock, this time, showing much more interest and experience. "Better, now?" Heather asks. "Mmm," she replies as her head glides up and down on Ron's hard cock. April is working out nicely, but there is just enough teeth in her technique to keep Ron distracted and well distant from 'popping off,' as Heather so aptly described it. Watching April suck, he sees Heather reach over to the dresser for her paddle. His cock throbs, knowing what is in store for this new lover. Heather begins to massage April's ass while she continues to suck. Ron has realized that she is clearly talented at giving oral, but could use a little help getting those teeth out of the way. Still he is enjoying the ride. April seems to be enjoying Heather's massage and starts to work harder on Ron's cock, thinking - maybe hoping - that he will "pop off" soon. Problem is, that the harder she works, the more teeth she seems to put into her work and the more distracted Ron becomes. But she is quite enjoying watching Heather fondle April's ass, and though the teeth may be distracting, anticipation of the paddle keeps him up and hard for April's mouth. The attention to her ass has placed April in deep heat. "Are you loving his cock?" She asks. "mmm." Same answer for everything. At least her head wasn't turning. "He is going to cum in your mouth, April" "Mmm mmm mmm" She said again, apparently protesting the earlier suggestion that she might not have been expected to swallow. Okay, I get it, Ron thinks, "mm is good, mmm mmm mmm" is bad. Jesus, I am learning a new language. And I thought I was getting head. At this rate, I may never cum. "I said," Heather repeats, "He IS going to cum in your mouth, right April?" and as she says this, she completes the sentence by bringing her open hand to April's ass with a loud slap. "mmmmmm" April responds. Now I wonder what this means ... Ron muses. Heather slaps her again, even harder this time. "Swallow!" she says as she slaps her again, making a loud cracking sound. April's hand suddenly comes back to stop her, but Heather anticipates this and catches her wrist, grasping is firmly and pushing it up in a hammerlock. Once again Heather demonstrates total control. Following Heather's cue, Ron takes a firm hold on April's head. He brings his cock fully out of her mouth, holding it to her lips and stroking it with his other hand. "I want you to swallow all of him, baby," Heather orders her, bringing her hand down hard and fast on April's soft ass. "No, no, no," April protests, "I can't, I don't want it. I can't do that." "Tell him what you want, now April, love, tell him to cum into your mouth," Heather instructs her as she continues to spank her with her open hand. "No, no, nnnn," April says. But the spanking has excited her greatly and she brings her lips to Ron's cock hungrily. "Yes, yes, yes," Heather contradicts, punctuating each yes with a slap on April's sweet ass. "Tell him to cum in your mouth, tell him you want it," she continues to talk her through it, "Tell him you love it, that you need it." Heather now begins to apply the leather paddle to her. The crack of the leather as it falls on April's tender flesh is loud, but it is just noise, the sting is subtle. It is Heather's words that have the power. "Yes," April says finally. "Oh my god, YES!" she screams as the paddle falls on her hot flesh. "I am ready now. Give me your cum." "Good girl," Heather praises her, slapping her ass again. And as she continues to service the head of Ron's cock, Heather starts once again to massage her hot, red ass. She extends her treatment now, caressing April's ass, loving it, probing gently between her soft cheeks, whispering lovingly to her. The spanking has heightened April's excitement to a white heat and it seems now as if her mouth has a mind of its own as she makes deep passionate love to the head of Ron's cock. "Tell him," Heather orders, much more gently than before. "Cum in my mouth, baby," April whispers with her lips on Ron's cock, stringy precum on her thickened lips. "Let me swallow every last drop of you, now," she sighs, truly excited with the thought of this new experience. Ron's cock begins to throb between April's lips, pulsating against her tongue as he strikes himself furiously. Heather brings her lips to April's asshole, kissing her there, sucking softly and probing with her tongue, slapping her cheeks gently, playfully with her open hand. "I made you so red, baby," she whispers. "Let me love you sweet April. Let us love you together now, my sweet, sweet April. Suck him good while I fuck your ass with my tongue." Heather sighs. April's mouth opens wide, her tongue swirls sensuously on Ron's cock. The teeth are gone. But what really excites Ron now is looking over April's shoulder and seeing Heather's hands spreading her cheeks, spanking her softly, as she works hard eating her ass. He can feel Heather's hot tongue as it has probed his ass so many times. He knows how much Heather loves to eat ass. He can only imagine how intense this must be for April at this very moment. He loses control and cums explosively in April's mouth. Her lesson is well learned. April truly has learned something tonight. On the threshold of orgasm, she is near rapture. Her lips tingle, thick from the furious pounding of Ron's cock, hot from the cum spurting over them. She swallows hungrily, opening quickly after each gulp, licking the cum that drips from her lips. Spurt after hot spurt flies against her lips and tongue and she works greedily to take it all into her, to devour the very essence of this man who has brought her here. Ron intense strokes slow as April sensually licks him completely clean before she is done. Heather never stops eating her ass and now Ron climbs under April to eat her pussy at the same time. This is so nice for all: Ron has Heather's sweet breasts in his face, he can see and feel her hot tongue probing April's asshole, and he has his tongue in her pussy. The lovers eat April together like this until she has cum several times and has begun to squirm, telling them it is time to change. "Are you ready to eat me now, April?" Heather asks her. She is less demanding than before and April is more compliant, more yielding and clearly more trusting. "I want to try," April responds. "Come to me," she instructs, taking April in her arms and bringing her mouth to her sweet, pink nipples. Ron sits by the side, stroking himself to full erection watching Heather teach April how to make love to her. April lies on top, sucking Heather's nipples and kissing her. Her hands slowly work their way down, trying, reaching, and struggling to touch Heather in that forbidden place. But Heather is patient with her and lets her come to her discovery in her own time, giving her a little help here and there: a little push, a little guidance. Finally, April's hand comes fully over Heather's pussy. Her fingers begin to move, cautiously testing, probing, feeling, and probably for the first time, the unique wetness of another woman. Heather's legs open wider to admit her explorations more deeply. Following the path of her hand, April's head works its way down slowly, reluctantly. Heather is loving and patient with her new conquest, never forceful as she holds April's head in both hands and guides her slowly but persistently down. Finally, April arrives. Heather can feel April's hot breath on her wet, sensitive flesh. "It's my first time," April says timidly. "Go slowly, love," she whispers. At the same time she takes a firmer grip on April's head with both hands. "Go slowly," she repeats. "Taste me," she instructs, clearly now becoming very excited that this virgin girl mouth is about to taste her sweet pussy. "Come to me," she whispers in a needy voice. "Come to me," she repeats. Heather lifts April's head. April looks up to her lover, unsure. As she does, Heather lets their eyes meet momentarily and then she quickly pushes April firmly to herself, holding her hard to her pussy. April knows what to do and she begins to lick, spreading Heather's lips with her tongue and working her way in, pushing her tongue as deeply and she can into Heather's open pussy. Heather rolls side to side, holding on tight to her lover. Ron comes to the bed and kneels behind April. "Ron is going to fuck you from behind now, April. Spread your legs for him." He positions himself solidly, holding his cock in his hand, pressing hard against her wet cunt. Soon he begins to fuck her, riding her doggie style, his hands spreading her still very red cheeks, his thumb pressing against her tight ass hole. Patiently, he awaits Heather's instruction to introduce her to that exquisite pleasure. Ron's cock is hard and throbbing inside her, but April has drained him well and he is not quite ready to cum. Not yet. April gives Heather several nice orgasms with her mouth but Ron knows that Heather is not ready yet. Not for that final orgasm. And he wants to cum with his lover when she arrives. He pulls his cock out of April's pussy and takes it in his hand. He spreads her red cheeks and he begins to cock-spank her in between her cheeks, letting the head land on her asshole each time, spanking her asshole firmly with his wet tool. The cock spanking excites April intensely and she begins to moan, working even harder eating and sucking on Heather's pussy. Ron continues slapping his cock against her asshole, watching her response, measuring her readiness. Her rose bud opens slightly. Methodically, he spanks her asshole into a fully engorged, relaxed and open state of excitement, waiting for the moment to enter her. "Do you want him to fuck your ass, baby?" Heather asks her. April does not respond. "Do you? Do you?" She demands. "Tell me now! Do you?" "I'm afraid," April whimpers, lifting her head from attending to Heather's sweet, wet pussy. "Don't hurt me..." She nearly begs. "He's going to love you, baby, not hurt you. Trust him, open your ass and take him in." Heather instructs her. "Tell him what you want now, love. Tell him." April knows that she has learned much this evening, and by now she knows that Heather will not accept any resistance for anything that she knows will please this new girl love of hers. April has only to submit. If she has learned anything, April has learned that Heather truly understands her needs even better than she does, much better, in fact, than she does. Heather can see those deep secret fantasies that April barely would admit even to herself before this night. April accepts. She yields, not to Heather, but for the first time, to her own need. "Take my ass, Ron" April whispers. "Be gentle with me, please, but take me. Yes, love, take my ass" Heather takes April's head firmly in her hands and brings her close while Ron positions her hips. He has decided, even though she is soaked in her own juices, that using some lube will enhance the pleasure of her first anal experience. He reaches for a tube and applies it copiously both to his cock and her ass. Satisfied, he bends to kiss her pussy, then quickly inserts a well-lubricated finger fully into her open ass, pushing the slick lube deeply into her. Heather understands April's anticipation and keeps her busy with her pussy while Ron prepares April's ass for his cock. He rolls his finger inside of her to spread her more and then pumps it firmly in and out several times. Adding more lubricant, he repeats this with two fingers, entering her slowly at first, and then pumping her firmly and deeply. April responds favorably to his attentions. He can see her pussy glistening and smell that her scent has intensified with increased arousal. He adds more lube and again inserts two fingers, rolling them inside of her ass, spreading her, and pumping in and out slowly, several times, making sure that her muscles have become more relaxed. "I'm ready for you now, April." Ron says softly. "Open for me." He orders gently as he presses the head of his hard cock against her nearly ready asshole. April can not respond to him because Heather is holding her mouth hard against her cunt and smearing her lips over her pussy as she moves her head with her hands. But her body says she is ready. "I am going to start to push into you now, love," Ron says softly. He can hear April's muffled grunt as she tries to speak with her mouth crushed against Heather's soaked pussy. "I want you to be a bad girl, now, April, and when you feel me push in, like this," and, with that, Ron pushes his cock hard against her as he speaks, "then I want you to try as hard as you can to push me out." "I want you to fight me, sweet April. Be a bad girl and try as hard as you can to force me out while I try to push in." Ron thrusts. Obediently, April pushes back, trying, as she was ordered, to push him out. "Trust me, lover..." "That's it, push" Ron can feel her ass opening for him as the muscles did exactly what no one expected them to do ... open instead of close. He lets his cock penetrate slowly into her, taking his time just to get the head in. He senses her sudden flinch as the head penetrates her just beyond the ridge. He holds himself there, letting her acclimate to the pressure that is spreading her tight ass wide. He begins to work her pussy with his hand, holding her in place and keeping his cock inside of her, but not very deep ... not yet. Certain that she has had time to relax and prepare for more, Ron pushes his cock in firmly, letting the full shaft penetrate slowly and smoothly into her. April quickly gives in to the passion and lets out a shriek of bliss. Ron begins to ride her ass slowly, but fully in and out. At the same time, Heather rolls her hips back and spreads her cheeks for April's tongue. "Eat my ass now. April, I am ready for you now." She demands. No longer hesitant, April brings her hungry tongue firmly to Heather's open asshole and works it hard. She cannot get enough of her new lover now. All the while, Ron pumps her ass hard, holding her hips and riding her, his hand wraps around her and massages her pussy, rubbing her hard clit, and pulling her up close as he thrusts his cock into her ass. Heather, feeling the lustful penetration of tongue in her ass, descends into the depths of intense orgasm. April's Release Ch. 01 Ron's eyes meet Heathers and he immediately becomes immersed in Heather's pleasure. April works harder than ever, eating Heather's ass, shoving her fingers hard into Heather's pussy. Heather moans deeply, a sound that comes from the very core of her soul. Her eyes roll back. There is no lover whom Ron knows better than Heather, and knowing where she is at this moment excites him to the point where he completely loses control and literally explodes in April's ass. He forces his cock fully into her. Mashing his hips into her delicate cheeks. Feeling Ron's throbbing cock pumping hot cum deep in her ass, April screams out loud in thunderous orgasm. Her first anal experience together with her first woman has delivered her to new heights, heights she had not even imagined before this evening. Too intense. When it is over the lovers all kiss. April starts to say something about how silly she was trying to resist such incredible things but Heather stops her and simply advises that she was chosen her because she and Ron could sense her sensuality. Heather kisses April softly on the lips and apologizes for reddening her ass. "No, please, don't worry," April says, "Actually, I think I like that quite a bit. Maybe we could do it again sometime." "I think," Heather says, "that we are going to be seeing a lot more of you in the coming months and years. And I think that we are going to enjoy some incredible things together, the three of us. For now, let's get some rest ... it is almost sunrise." April's Release Ch. 02 Chapter 02: April's First Lesson "You're absolutely clear about our agreement." Heather stroked April's hand lovingly, romantically. She looked deeply into April's eyes, drawing truth from her soul. "You are sure?" She probed. "Yes," April sighed softly. She exhaled slowly; drifting away in contemplation of the promise she had just made to a woman she had met only once. Did she really need this? April thought. Yes, she needed this; she desired it. Her submissive needs had driven her fantasies forever, and now, finally, she was granted the privilege to offer herself willfully. But that did not control the apprehension, the foreboding, the fear of the unknown. What would they do to her? "No questions? You looked a little blank before." "Well," April attempted a playful smile, hoping to cover her apparent distraction, "I have a lot of questions," she stumbled awkwardly, "to say the least. But I think they will get answered as we move along." Heather scowled disapproval. "Your command of the language, young lady, leaves something to be desired. We will work on that as time permits." Her eyes demanded sincerity. "I promise to obey you." April responded deferentially. "And?" Heather pushed for more. "And everyone who shares me." "And?" Heather's voice had changed to an airy sotto, revealing a hint of deep, animal sensuality. She rubbed April's hand softly, her lips parted; her smoky eyes drew April in. "And I will follow your instructions to the letter." April quivered with the response, captivated by the power of her growing love for this unusual woman. "Everything we discussed? You're sure?" "I am sure." April hesitated a moment, then spoke, following the litany of her commitment. " I willingly give myself to you to be used as you wish." Heather's demeanor suddenly became more businesslike, curt. "Alright, then, I will see you this evening at eight. Be on time." "I will." "Make sure to take care of all of those details I talked to you about. You will find everything you need in the box, with complete instructions" Heather slid the gift-wrapped package toward April. "Be meticulous." April lifted the box and stood up to leave. Suddenly, Heather grabbed April's arm and tugged her down, so that she could speak softly, close to April's ear. "If you forget anything, I will punish you most unpleasantly." "I understand," April's skin tightening with fear. "I understand everything you told me and I will do exactly as I am instructed before I come to you for training." "Good," Heather said. "Good girl. I will see you at seven." "Eight," April responded hesitantly, partially fearing to question her mistress, partially unsure if she had misunderstood. "You said eight before?" Daring a question. "So I did." Heather smiled. "See you at eight then." Aroused, confused, frozen with fear and apprehension, oblivious to her surroundings, April walked back to her office She had thought that tackling the new sales project this afternoon would help distract her. But her curious mind could not disconnect from anticipation of her first formal training session with Heather. Amid the figures on charts and spreadsheets, visions of fear; exciting, arousing fear spun wildly across her tormented mind in a relentless dance macabre. What would happen to her tonight? What would Heather demand? Would she be bound, whipped? Riding an emotional roller-coaster, her intense arousal gave way to sheer panic as she recalled that first night; Heather's powerful hand, asphyxiating her, suffocating her to the threshold of terror. Could she handle this again? Later, at home, she paced, sat briefly, then, glancing at the clock, restlessly paced again. She was cold. A ball of ice grew in the pit of her stomach as the time to prepare approached. Following orders, she had warmed the bottles in the sink. The first enema was unpleasant. Heather had been specific about their use, "Lay on your left side. Use the laxative first, wait a full five minutes before you release, then use the mineral oil after you are clean. You can release the mineral oil sooner, but not less than two minutes. Everything is spelled out in the instructions." Cramping, she recalled that bitchy nurse prepping her for surgery. "Hold it until I tell you." Her thoughts wandered to Heather stifling her breath while a blistering hot enema filled her ass. Did she really need this? Trembling, she completed the process, falling into a cold sweat. The second bottle was less unpleasant, almost soothing, calming. She bathed, using the soap and shampoo that Heather had provided. "No perfumes," she recalled Heather saying as she reached habitually for her favorite scent. The mandatory cleansing completed, April slipped into the flimsy silk dress, the only garment she was permitted to wear. A moment of hesitation came as she checked herself in the mirror. I don't have to go, she thought. Yes, she decided. Yes, I do have to go. In a moment she set out on her way to Heather's house. "You look delicious," Heather said opening the large wooden door. "Good enough to eat." She smiled at her own wit. "Come in, let me show you around. Can I get you a glass of wine, something stronger, perhaps?" "No thank you," April said quietly. "No tequila tonight, then?" Heather inquired. Her mouth chalky, her skin clammy, April needed a strong drink, but her better judgment warned her to decline. "I really can't." April demurred, knowing that what little control she managed over herself at this moment was tenuous. Alcohol was not an option. She could barely focus her eyes as Heather walked her through the big house, showing her the elaborate dining area, the gourmet kitchen. In her agitated state, disjointed images of her bound and tormented body clouded her eyes and threatened the delicate balance between reality and escape. April gasped when they reached the bedroom where she had awakened that first night, alone, drunk, and confused. A slight crack formed between April's eyes and her mind. Where was she? She looked up at the ceiling. "No!" she shouted, surprising herself as much as she did Heather. For a moment she was in Heather's bed on that first night, her face covered with Heather's powerful hand, her breathing denied until she submitted to do as she was ordered. "No," she screamed once again, recalling Ron slapping his dripping cock hard against her face. She shook herself as reality returned. She looked up to see if the ghostly characters that danced across the filmy gauze of the canopy we here. They were not. Nor was the canopy. She looked to the window remembering that the terrifyingly haunted figures were merely reflections of headlights passing by on the busy street below. "Oh my god," she sighed, shaking herself once again. It was not a dream. It was real. "Are you quite done, April?" Heather asked softly, allowing April to return gently from her dark reverie. "Come here," she said taking April into her arms. "Don't be afraid, love." She kissed April's neck softly. "I'm not going to hurt you, baby," Heather whispered, nibbling her ear lobe. "I want to give you the love you need deep inside." Her hands caressed April's breasts, slid to her hips, then moved around to massage April's soft ass. "Good girl," Heather whispered, acknowledging April's compliance with her order to wear nothing but the silk dress and shoes. Heather's fingers probed deeply between April's cheeks. "Such a delicious ass." She spread April's cheeks wide through her silken dress. Heather moved her head back, brushing her lips against April's hesitant mouth. "Kiss me," she sighed softly. April resisted her lover's bold advance. But Heather grasped the back of April's head, firmly guiding her into position. Her lips crushed against April's mouth. Her skilled tongue pushed forcefully between April's parted lips. Emotion overcame her weakness and April soon opened wide to accept her lover's probing tongue. Her hands grasped at Heather's soft flesh. Her tongue explored between Heather's thick, sensual lips, swirling together with Heather's in a whirling serpentine dance. "That's my sweet lover," Heather whispered before returning to taste more of April's yielding mouth. "That's the April I love." She returned to feed deeply on her lover. "You are so lovely," Heather fondled April's spread ass. "I could eat you up." Heather stepped back. "Turn around, love." She instructed. "Bend over and put your hands on the arms of my chair." April moved slowly, looking over her shoulder to study the chair behind her. Heather reacted impatiently, tugging April around, grasping her hands, and placing them on the arms of the chair. "That's it," she said gently, apparently recovered from her irritation with April's sluggishness. "Now bend as far as you can and spread your legs," Heather instructed. "Good. Point your toes in. Good. Get that ass up for me." Finally having worked April into the position she wanted, Heather knelt behind her. Lifting April's dress, she spread her cheeks and began sensually licking and sucking April's exposed asshole. April's breaths came quick. Her body quivering in excitement, she moaned softly while Heather's tongue skillfully drove her closer and closer to climax. "Your ass tastes so good," Heather worked her fingers into April's pussy. Pushing gently and slowly at first, she soon worked three fingers of her right hand fully into April's soaked cunt. "You need that, now. Don't you, love?" Heather whispered. "Yes," April sighed. "More?" Heather asked softly before plunging her well-practiced tongue deeply into April's hungry ass. "More?" She asked again. "Tell Heather what you need." "Yes," April sighed, "More, please. More" "Push that asshole back into my mouth for me now," Heather demanded. A loud crack split the air as she slapped April's cheek with her free hand. "Do you like that?" She demanded. "DO YOU?" she asked forcefully. "Tell me." "Yes," April huffed softly. "More," she begged, "more." Heather's hand cracked firmly against April's soft flesh. She reached under to press the heel of her hand hard against April's tender, full bladder. Still sucking sensually on April's asshole, she probed April's pussy, pushing her fingertips against April's G spot, squeezing April's bladder from the inside and outside. "Don't you dare piss," Heather ordered, pushing harder. "Don't you DARE." At that moment, all April could think about was pissing. The pressure was intense, unbearable. "Do ... not ... piss." Heather ordered through clenched teeth. Overwhelmed with the sensation that she was about to piss herself, April lost control and, though she didn't piss, she climaxed suddenly and intensely. Her body shook convulsively. Her knees buckled. "Ohhhhh," April sighed. "Oh, oh, oh," She screamed. She drew her breath in long and slow. Her body lifted, filled with the long breath she had drawn. Her strength returned. Settling her head into the seat of the chair, she reached back, spread her cheeks wide and thrust her spread ass into Heather's face. "Eat me." She demanded. Heather worked her tongue deeply into April's ass. "Eat that ass." She screamed out as Heather's hand fell hard upon her cheek with a loud crack. "Suck my asshole." She demanded boldly. "Yes! Give it to me. Suck that ass." April barked, her body shaking in orgasmic bliss. Heather lifted her from the chair. "That was quite intense, my little bitch. Now kiss me," She demanded, turning April's limp body to face her. "Kiss me," Heather ordered. "Suck that sweet ass juice out of my mouth, bitch." April's mouth opened to accept Heather's tongue, to feel the crushing sensation of her powerful lips. "Good girl," Heather sighed, pressing her lips to April's. "Taste that ass. Do you taste your ass?" Heather asked. "Yes." April whispered through the fevered kiss. "Do you love it? Tell me." "I love it." April sighed, kissing her lover passionately. "I love it so much." "You want more?" Heather coaxed. "Yes," April sighed obediently, "More ... please." She sighed as Heather shoved her thick tongue down her throat. The kiss alone brought April to a quivering climax. "Did you piss yourself?" Heather asked as April settled from her climax. "Tell me. Did you piss?" "I, uh," April touched her cunt. She was so wet it could be. "I, uh ..." "On your knees." Heather demanded. Confused, April looked up to find her lover's eyes had turned cold and demanding. "NOW!" Heather ordered. "Get on your knees. NOW!" She said again, pushing down on April's shoulders. "Pull that dress up over your head." April remained standing. Her eyes blank, her mind overloaded, her head moved side to side, looking for an answer. Too much. This was moving too fast. "Get on your fucking knees and pull that dress over your head." Heather ordered, measuring her words carefully. She shoved April down hard. April lowered herself slowly, bending under the force of Heather's firm control. Heather grasped the fabric of her dress snapping it into the air in one smooth move. Standing behind her kneeling lover, Heather grabbed April harshly by they hair and slapped her face. "Open your mouth." Heather continued to slap, side to side, in a smooth rhythm her face as April's mouth slowly opened to a wide gape. "Wide!" She demanded. "WIDER! Goddamnit. Open that mouth WIDE!" Heather screamed, punctuating her order with a hard slap to April's face that left her stinging. "Ron?" April asked quietly as Ron stepped in front her. "Keep that mouth opened!" Heather slapped her face hard. "OPENED!" Ron thrust his cock to her mouth, slapping it against her stretched lips. "Take him." Heather ordered. April's mouth stretched out wider to accept his cock as deeply as she could, but he kept the head just between her lips, stroking himself intensely. "Use your tongue," Heather ordered. "Push that tongue out to him. Tongue him. Lick him. Make him cum." She instructed. Thick strands of precum connected the purple, throbbing head of Ron's cock to April's glistening, swollen lips. "I've been teasing him all day," Heather sneered, pulling April's hair back gently with both hands. "Now he is going to let loose and fill your mouth to the brim." She looked up at Ron. "Aren't you, big daddy?" Ron did not respond. A fire raged in his eyes while he continued to work feverishly on his cock, stroking himself into April's gaping mouth. "Don't you dare swallow." Heather ordered. "Do you understand me, April? Don't you dare swallow." She repeated herself. "Uh huh," April responded awkwardly her tongue lolling out perversely. Ron was so close and so full that a stream of thick cum had already begun to run from his throbbing cock. April's head tossed. Wisps of tangled hair stuck to her sweaty face. Heather tugged April's hair, jerking her head rapidly back as the first spurt hit her lips. "DON'T SWALLOW!" Cum splashed over April's lips and into her nostrils. Heather guided April's head to help her capture all of the endless stream between her lips. Her mouth was soon brimming with hot, thick cum. Stroking more slowly now, Ron began to milk his balls, deliberately squeezing the last of his juice on to April's lips. Pearly white rivulets dripped down from her chin on to her breasts. A thick, ropy string hung obscenely from her nose to her lower lip. "Put your head back." Heather ordered. "Back more. Further. I don't want you to lose any of it. Close your lips." Controlling her lover by the tugging grip she maintained on her hair, Heather leaned April backwards slowly. "Close your lips." She instructed gently. "Stay with me now, love." Heather coaxed, leaning April slowly backward. "Keep your head back and your mouth closed. We don't want you to lose any." April choked. A bubble burst from her lips. A stream ran down her cheek toward her ear. "Breathe through your nose. Relax." Heather instructed as she proceeded to lower April to the floor. "Easy does it now." She coaxed. "Let those legs out in front of you. Lean back. I have you. Go ahead, quickly now. Keep your mouth closed and breathe easy. That's it, one leg at a time." Heather encouraged April, talking continuously. With Ron helping position her legs and Heather balancing her from behind, April reluctantly let her body fall back until she landed softly, face-up on the soft floor matt. Ron moved around to position her head on a large, firm, contoured cushion. "I want you to squirt that cum into my ass now." Heather ordered. "Do you understand what I want?" April nodded. A bubble rose from her mouth, spilling more cum over her cheek as she tried to answer. Extremely agile for her size, Heather quickly squatted over April's head. She reached back with both hands and spread her large cheeks lowering her asshole to April's overflowing mouth. "Now you are going to fill me with his hot cum and I want every drop of it inside of my ass. Every drop. Do you understand?" Heather demanded. With her hands between April's knees, Heather forced her heavy body down hard against April's flooded mouth. "Shove every drop of his juice into me now." She pushed backward, forcing her ample, soft cheeks to cover April's face completely, denying her any opportunity to breathe. "Work hard, bitch. I'm going to hold you here till I have it all. Understand." April understood. Her fears had become real. Spinning into a panic, she understood Heather's intense desire to deny her breathing privilege. And it was at this moment that April reached a state of great clarity. She knew what to do. There was no choice. April encircled Heather's open asshole with her lips. Pressing them to her as hard as she could, April probed first with her tongue and then began to spit the mixed fluids into her lover's ass. "Get it all in there," Ron ordered from behind her. "Fill her up for me." He said. "Fill her up good." Racing against the loss of breath, April struggled to push the flood of cum from her mouth to Heather's ass as quickly as possible. She squeezed as hard as she could to discharge the contents of her mouth completely into her mistress. "I can feel it filling me." Heather said. "Now shove your tongue in deep so I know you are done. Good girl." Heather said finally as April's tongue pushed its way into her open asshole. "Good girl" Heather leaned forward, clearing some space over April's nose and mouth, granting her the air she so desperately needed. April gasped and coughed as she aspirated cum and saliva with her first desperate breath. Fighting the burning in her chest, she barely saw Ron lean forward over her and plunge his cock into Heather's ass. "Ride me hard, big daddy," Heather screamed. "Ride that ass." Ron grunted and growled, hammering his cock into his lover's ass. Heather's large, soft body fell heavily on top of April's slight frame. She applied her mouth directly to April's pussy, sucking and licking her while Ron plowed her ass hard and fast. April needed to lick Heather's cunt. She leaned back, struggling to lick, to taste, to service her lover, as Ron's powerful thrusting tossed Heather's large body like a kite in the wind. She closed her eyes, then opened them again to see Ron's cock hammering Heather's ass. She felt his balls slapping against her head. Reality. April's arousal soared as Heather's warm mouth delivered her pussy to sudden, powerful climax. Heather's climax shook her body so hard that she barely noticed April writhing in pleasure under her. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of April's thighs. Her mouth sucked, her tongue lashed April's turgid cunt lips furiously. "Oh, uh, uh..." She blurted. "Give ... mmmmmm ....fuck ..." Her voice low, Heather uttered barely intelligible sounds throughout her climax. April's Release Ch. 02 Ron drove his cock in deep and held it here. At the threshold of orgasm, he slapped his lover hard across her soft cheek, splitting the air with a loud crack. His cock throbbed in excitement. He needed to cum again. A second slap fell even harder on Heather's soft ass. And another. And another. His hand stung. His cock throbbed deep in Heather's ass. Heather's tender flesh jiggled as a final loud crack rang out. And with it, Ron had arrived. He could feel his cock throbbing, pumping hot cum into his lover's sweet ass. His teeth clenched, his tense arms tugged Heather's hips to him. Thrusting wildly, he emptied himself deeply into her. The tension eased. Ron drew his cock slowly out of Heather's ass and moved silently backward and away from her. Heather stood up, briefly freeing April from her captivity. She turned, and squatted again over April's small frame, this time, capturing April's chest under her spread legs and crushing her frail breasts under her thick thighs. With her hands under April's arms, she pushed April's light body forward, so that her head was hanging backward over the high edge of the contoured cushion. "Open your mouth wide for me, baby. I want to watch you clean him up." Ron knelt behind April's head, dangling his dripping cock over her gaping mouth. Obediently, April lifted her head and began to slather Ron's cock and balls with her tongue. "Lick him clean." Ron leaned forward to let his cock literally fall into April's mouth. Heather embraced him, pulling him to her and forcing his thick, semi-flaccid cock to penetrate fully into April's vulnerable mouth. Satisfied with the position. Heather pulled Ron closer, driving more of his wet cock deeply into April's mouth. Defenselessly pinned under Heather's heavy mass, April struggled to overcome her revulsion to the sour taste and scent that Ron's cock delivered from deep within Heather's ass. She gagged. She closed her eyes. She had to focus hard to handle the thick, fleshy mass filling her mouth and poking relentlessly at the back of her throat. But she could not overcome at the unpleasant scent and nauseating taste. The sourness made her salivate profusely while strings of thick cum oozed slowly on to the back of her tongue. April fell to a fit of gagging; struggling, tormenting to clear her throat of the invading, sticky, fleshy mass. Oblivious to April's desperate state, Heather continued to kiss Ron passionately, rocking his body back and forth causing his cock to pump deeply into April's mouth. April tried to time her breathing, she tried to swallow before her mouth flooded again with endless saliva, she tried to remain calm. With complete disregard for her slave's condition, Heather leaned back, force-feeding even more of Ron's stiffening cock down her throat. Obsessed with mortal fear that she would choke to death, April began a desperate struggle to free herself. She shook her head side-to-side assaulting Ron's cock with her teeth. Rivers of saliva spewed from the corners of her mouth. Her frail body shook convulsively. Her hands clawed at Ron's hips, nails dragging hard against his skin. Ron leaned back. Her mouth suddenly free, April swallowed hard, gasped, and gulped at the air. Lifting her head, she saw the fire in Heather's eyes and knew that her suffering had not ended. Heather grasped April's hands and spread her arms wide, distracting her, confusing her momentarily, as Ron approached with the gag. "Open," Heather ordered, "let me see." Obediently, April opened her mouth wide. "Good," Heather said. "Keep that mouth opened wide for me, love." Ron deftly slipped the inflatable gag into April's mouth and pulled the straps tight around her head. "Very, very good. Excellent. Breathe through your nose and try to stay calm." Heather said sarcastically. "You will have to learn to get used to this one, love." She released April's hands and climbed over her, finally standing at the foot of the bed. Ron pumped the ball once or twice, expanding the plug in April's mouth. "Get up!" Heather ordered. "Come over here and stand next to me." April quickly stood where she was told. Heather grasped her shoulders, moving her to face the full-length mirror. "Go ahead, bitch, look in the mirror. Look at yourself." What April saw in the mirror shocked her. The reality of her training had reduced the sultry, sexy, confident, cock-teaser image in her mind's eye to a pale, bug eyed, frightened wretch. She felt the black leather mask that obliterated her once-sensual lips. She touched the leather strap that cut into her cheek. She studied the ugly device in her mouth that forced a stubby plug into her throat, that made her calculate each difficult breath she drew through her nose. She tugged at a wisp of wet, tangled hair, pulling it away from the strap. Her eyes drifted to Heather's reflection. How deliciously feminine she was, her skin creamy white, her massive, pendulous breasts bursting against her silken skin, her delicate pink nipples, her wavy, red hair flowing down her back, and oh, those deep, green eyes. Emotion flowed over her like warm honey. April had never desired anyone as intensely as she desired Heather at this moment. "Kneel right where you are." Heather commanded. Her eyes still in the mirror and her back to the foot of the bed, April dropped quietly to her knees. Heather tossed a pillow on to the floor and knelt at April's left, facing across the bed. "Come on, big daddy," she said, "feed mama that cock." "I want you to watch me now, love." Heather said. "Let me show you how to take a cock." Grabbing Heather by the hair, Ron plunged his growing cock fully into her mouth. Within a brief moment, he was rock hard and fully extended. His hips pumped smoothly while he worked the full length of his cock in and out of Heather's mouth. With each stroke, he let her lips contact the very root of his tool before he pulled back to stroke her again. Sighing softly, Heather extended her thick, sensual lips outward to engulf Ron's cock as it glided in and out of her mouth. She tugged at April's hair, bending her to the side and pulling her down so that April's head was close to her own. She reached for the bulb and began pumping up the gag in April's mouth, squeezing hard and forcing the gag into April's throat each time that Ron pushed his cock deeply into her own. "Do you feel it?" Heather asked pulling her head from Ron's cock. "Do you?" April nodded, a gruff "hhmmm, hhmmm" sound emerged from somewhere inside of her. Heather lunged back down on Ron's cock. She released her grip on April's hair and cupped Ron's balls, milking them gently while he fucked her mouth. Satisfied that she had excited her lover to the level she wanted, Heather backed away. "You are going to have to work hard to finish him," she said to April. "Now stand back up. That's it. Come on, just like that." She coaxed April to stand facing the mirror with her ass close to the foot of the bed. "Now bend over and touch the floor." Heather commanded. "Let him have your ass. Go ahead. Do it." April felt something slender and cool penetrate her ass followed by a strong surge of pressure as Ron squeezed the lubricant applicator. Spreading her cheeks with one hand, he inserted two fingers smoothly into her ass, rotating them and working them in and out to spread and relax her inexperienced opening. He leaned back against the bed and lifted her gently. "Spread yourself for him and help him get in." Heather coached her. "Spread those cheeks, bitch." She added forcefully. "Take that cock. Reach down between your pussy and help him, guide him in." She ordered. April obediently reached under her wet pussy. She touched Ron's hard cock as it pressed firmly against her opening, working its way into her tight and resistant ass. She slid her fingers into her pussy and reached back to apply her wetness to the hot cock as it forced its way into her. He grasped her hips and moved her back while he pushed rhythmically forward, pressing his cock harder and harder, penetrating her slowly and deliberately until the full length of his shaft had sunk completely into her. He pulled her hips to him, driving his swollen cock to its full depth and holding it there. Ron slid to the edge of the bed with April in his lap. He wrapped his legs over hers and spread them apart, forcing her legs open wide. "Arms up!" Heather ordered. April obeyed. In a well choreographed move, Ron leaned back and quickly threaded his arms around and through hers, locking his fingers together on the back of her head and forcing her arms back as far as they would go. The position left April completely helpless. Trying to resist the grip of her captor, she learned quickly, would cause her great discomfort. Ron held her firmly. The only movement she felt was the throbbing of his hard cock that burned deep in her ass. "Just stay put and don't try to fight him," Heather explained. "The more you resist, the more pain you will have." As she spoke, Ron tightened the pressure on the back of her head, tearing her shoulders to the limits of their rotation. "You understand that I teased and tormented this man for hours, refusing him permission to cum while I built him up to fill your mouth." Heather lectured while she fussed about, removing some items from a drawer. "Did you see what it was that excited him to cum in my ass?" April stared blankly. What was it? She could not think. "You did not notice?" Heather asked. "Of course not," Heather answered. "You were too busy attending to your own selfish little orgasm. Weren't you?" Heather scolded. "So absorbed in my mouth sucking your cunt that you paid no attention to the man's needs." April tried to nod but Ron pressed slightly on her head. She yelped as best she could in reaction to the sudden pain that shot through her shoulders, then groaned as Ron's excited cock stretched her ass even further. "Well, weren't you?" Heather insisted. "Hmmm," April struggled against the gag. "I will take that as a yes," Heather smiled. "You see, at this point, he needs to exert some control, maybe inflict a little pain on his lover, my dear. Had you been with us, had you been serving us as you had promised to do, instead of focusing on the orgasms I provided with my mouth, you would have noticed that he could not cum until he slapped my ass several times." As she approached, Heather let April see the short flogger she now held in her hand. "But this time, my love, it will be that much more difficult and you will have to work even harder." Heather slapped the flogger gently into her open hand, bringing it closer to April's face. "This time you WILL pay attention to what he needs." Heather grabbed the ball and pumped the gag up until April reached a state of distress. At the same moment, Ron tightened his grip on April's arms and legs. He leaned back, spreading April's legs wider, exposing April's body fully to Heather's punishment. Heather raised the small flogger, whipping it through the air in broad, whistling, figure eight loops. April's eyes opened wide as Heather approached closer. "Yes, love, I am going to start with the tits." The flogger fell stingingly upon April's tender nipples. First the left, then the right, over and over and over, the tips of the flogger stung April's tender nipples. "You have to learn, my love. You have to be disciplined." Heather stepped back. The lashing stopped. Ron's cock throbbed in April's ass, but the pain she felt there was negligible now compared to the stinging she felt in her brutalized breasts. April flinched and grunted as Heather picked up a bottle and sprayed a liquid on to her stinging breasts. "Ice water, love. It's to help you deal with the pain." The cold liquid ran down her body, taking the stinging quickly away from her breasts. Her body shook as the icy stream ran over her wet pussy. "Open your legs as wide as you can now, love." Heather instructed. "I know you can do better than that." Heather now swung her flogger in wide vertical circles, bringing the upward stroke closer and closer to April's spread legs. "Come on, love," Heather coaxed, "open that pussy nice and wide for me. The better you open, the sooner it will be done." April tried, but she could not bring herself to yield. Instead, she found herself working hard, against Ron's powerful hold, fighting him to push her legs closer together. Her desire to yield to Heather, to please her lover, could not overcome her instinct to try to protect her delicate femininity from the sting of the cat. She fought him, trying desperately, and uselessly, to close her legs. Ron's hard cock swelled inside of her, splitting her asshole. The flogger struck her pussy with a loud crack. April yelped under the stifling gag. The flogger fell on her glistening, pink flesh again, and again. Her body twisted and struggled against Ron's firm grip. His hot breath came fast on the back of her neck, his cock pounded in her ass. But the stinging between her legs was unbearable. "Please," she tried to say. She tried to beg for mercy, but all anyone who cared would have heard was a muffled "gheee, gheee." Heather continued on, mercilessly flogging April's cunt while April struggled to hide, to close herself up, to retreat from the endless punishment. Ron's excitement had reached white heat. He worked harder and harder now. Pumping his cock in April's ass, he bit April's neck, nibbling her hard while Heather tortured her cunt with the flogger. But Heather could see that he was not ready yet, and she prepared to take the struggling April to the next level. She suddenly put down the flogger and sprayed ice water on to April's grateful pussy. "Better now?" she asked. Frantically gasping for breath through her nose, April tried desperately to calm down, to accept where she was. She drew a long, deep breath and tried to make sense of what was happening to her. But before she could gather her thoughts, the flogger fell hard on the top of her left thigh, then the right, then the left again. Heather wielded the short cat expertly, moving its stinging blows now from April's tender thighs to her soft belly and then back to the stinging thighs, to the nipples, the cunt, thighs, endlessly. The strokes fell faster and harder. April was approaching panic. She needed air. Her chest felt as if it was about to explode. Her tiny body thrashed against Ron's iron grip. Her heart was pounding. Beads of sweat rose on her skin. Reading the signs of mental distress, Heather persisted, flogging the slave relentlessly, whipping her to the point of mental breakdown. Ron grunted in delight. He pushed tightly on her arms, stretching her shoulders until the pain in her upper back now exceeded the stinging. April's neck muscles tensed. She tried to scream out in agony. She resisted her tormentors until she had until finally, perhaps for her first time, stumbled into her own submissive void. Nothingness. Ron held April tightly while his cock throbbed and pumped, discharging what was left of his seed into her ass. Heather stopped the flogging and came to April, taking her limp arms and gently freeing her from Ron's grasp. She released the air in the ball and quickly disconnected the strap that held the gag in her mouth. It fell to the floor followed by a long string of saliva. She sprayed ice water on to April's face and into her mouth while Ron dismounted her and gently settled her trembling body on to the edge of the bed. Heather quickly sat next to her, supporting her with her arm over April's shoulder. "It's over now. It's over now. Shhhh. You took a lot tonight, love." Heather said, caressing her sweet lover, comforting her. She brought her lips close to April's parched mouth and kissed her gently. "I expected a lot from you and you have given me everything I expected." Heather kissed her softly on the face. April's hands felt her breasts. They moved to her legs, her belly, and her pussy. "There are no bruises, love." Heather said smiling. "I use this tool to sting and to make frightening sounds, but I did not strike you hard enough to even give you a welt." Heather explained, gesturing to the mirror across from the bed. "See, come look in the mirror. Just a little redness." April recoiled as Ron approached but Heather stopped her, assuring her "Get that champagne, big daddy." Heather said to Ron who quietly left the room. "Don't worry about him love," she said. "I control him. I brought him to this state so I could give you to him the way he needs it when he is like this. The rest of the time he is gentle and obedient, and a very good lover, very attentive, very attentive indeed. In fact, once upon a time, he was just like you." She smiled and kissed April lovingly. "I brought out his animal, as I will yours." Heather moved April gently back to the bed. "Come on, lover, lie back and let Heather give you what you need." She moved her pillow to the floor just in front of the foot of the bed and knelt between April's legs. "Open those sexy legs for me now, sweet April and let me taste you." Heather sucked and licked gently and lovingly as April relaxed and let herself become absorbed in the pleasure of her lover's luscious mouth. Her delicate body quivered and shook in orgasm as her mind ran over the deliciously sweet torments her lovers had given her this evening. April smiled at Ron as he entered with the champagne. Pleasure poured over her body like warm, sweet honey. Heather's tongue swept across her dripping asshole, gently lashing its way up to the top of her pussy. Yes, she needed this, April thought, softly closing her eyes and releasing a long, lazy, yawning breath. She needed this and more, so much more.