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AH Fantasies Ch. 03

By: Anonymous Author



"I owe you a lap dance," she said in a low whisper. For her, sex had always been a means of escape. And after all, when last had she … And she was so wet. All she wanted was to forget about reality for a few minutes. She wondered briefly if she could do this without guilt, but when she saw the look of absolute lust on Abs's face, she made her decision. 

Straddling Abstruse's lap and lifting her short skirt slightly, she moved her hips so that her sex was perfectly resting against Abs's. She could feel their heat and wetness radiating and merging, even through their clothes. 

Abs leaned back comfortably against the couch, as she gave this Goddess absolute power to seduce her. She managed to growl a low "Oh god, fuck …" as Vana's knees pushed determinedly on either side of her hips.

Vana smiled, and bit her bottom lip as she felt that familiar sense of power return. "How much she wants me" she thought. Abs's laboured breath sent shivers through her body. They still held eye contact. Vana's eyes were darker and more determined than ever, and dared Abs not to look away. "Watch me seduce you. Watch me take my clothes off for you. Watch me when I have my mouth on you. Watch me when I . . . Her challenging stare did the end of the sentence more justice than words ever could.

At the back of her mind she still had niggling thoughts about Samandiriel, her soul mate and Significant Other. She pushed the thoughts aside. This was right now, and this was real. The top button of Abs's shirt between her fingers was real. The ragged quality of her breathing was real. And so was the glazed-over looking of wanting in this woman's eyes.

Abs also wondered for a brief moment about Vana's intentions, but she had no such inner-struggle. She had wanted this for longer than she could remember and she was not about to say no now.

Vana opened a second button and saw the tops of Abs's soft, inviting, curvy breasts. She anticipated how those hard nipples would feel between her fingers – in her mouth … against her thighs. "I should have done this long ago "she thought, as she slid one more button open. 

Abs was breathing hard. She had the most beautiful woman on her lap and this was nothing like she had imagined it to be. So many nights of fantasising about what she would do to Vana. And now she was powerless to the seductive charms of the woman on her lap. And she needed Vana to do whatever she wanted with her…

With three buttons open, Vana pushed the satin shirt back over her shoulders. Her hands moved down urgently to open the rest of the shirt. Her eyes approved of what she saw - eloquent shoulders and voluptuous breasts. She wore no bra. Less to remove, Vana smiled wickedly. 

For a brief moment Vana's rational thoughts reminded her that she was a taken woman, but then she stopped thinking, and placed her hands on Abs's stomach, her fingers pointing upwards, and sliding slowly towards Abs's breasts. Abs shivered. She was clay in Vana's hands. Vana's fingertips reached the underside and she caressed slowly down her abdomen again, her fingernails following the path her hands had taken, down warm, soft skin. She let her thumbs trail the underside of the curve of Abs's breasts, and watched the woman arch her back and moan with pleasure. 

The rest was a blur. Time simultaneously stood still, and went too fast. She felt hard nipples against her cheek as she took her in and pushed her face into the crevice of this womanly body. She came alive with warm flesh in her greedy hands – touching, kneading, needing, caressing. Nipples in her mouth, between her teeth - she lost herself in the body that wanted her so much. 

Abs's hands were in Vana's hair, loosening the tie-up, letting golden locks trail over her shoulders, her fingers caressing and playing through soft, sensual curls.

Vana's body grinded into Abs as she moved into the kiss. She captured Abs's top lip between her teeth and bit down as her tongue snaked into her lovers greedy mouth. The kiss was urgent and wet, and after some breathless moments of lust, Vana pulled away from her.

The next moment, Abs plunged her face forward, kissing Vana's neck hungrily, and then licking painstakingly slowly towards her ear. Her hands moved down fast over Vana's curvy body. Vana felt hot breath in her neck as the flat palms of Abs's hands travelled determinedly up from just above her knee, to underneath her skirt. 

"I can give just as good as I get." Abs whispered past Vana's ear. She accentuated it with a kiss to that spot just underneath her ear, and added "… if not better …" Her thumbs edged along the side of Vana's G-string and moved slightly underneath as Vana arched her back. 

Lifting herself just enough for Abs to move her thumbs a little more into her panties, Vana muttered something inaudible. Abs's thumbs were tracing along the lips of her sex, spreading wetness, and feeling her hot, throbbing need urgently becoming unbearable. Abs had her fingers at the top of Vana's G-string, her thumbs still stroking over wetness. They met the rest of her fingers and she ripped Vana's panties down roughly. They were in the way, and had to be removed. Vana grinded into her through bunched up fabric when she felt thumbs open her up. 

"Take it off, please just take it off" she begged Abs with ragged breath. She raised herself, and Abs pulled her g-string off urgently. And then she was inside of her, feeling wetness and warmth and desire and lust. Vana was clenching hard around her fingers, enjoying the feel of Abs sliding slowly in and out of her. She rode her fingers, allowing Abs to fuck her deep, and thoroughly. 

Abs felt every spasm, every sensation as her other hand moved up to Vana's clit, dragging along the slippery wetness. Abs's thumb made circle movements as she rubbed her clit. Vana groaned, and all she wanted was to be fucked like this forever, but she knew she was too close to release for it to last. She moved urgently with Abs's hand, moaning her name, with Abs's thumb still rubbing against her clit. 

Vana's orgasm took over as she felt the wave of release push her towards ecstasy again and again. She fell forward against Abs and mumbled something about not wanting it to stop. "Not yet" Abs said as she pulled the beautiful blonde to her, holding her trembling body close and gently kissing her mouth and bringing her down from that sexual high with tenderness.

She let Abs undress her then – slowly. Once again, they held eye contact, except for when Abs kissed each new fragment of skin that became exposed. Lust still reflected in her eyes. Vana's need to have this woman became urgent again, as she snaked down between Abs's legs, peeling her pants off as she went along. When eventually she was on her knees in front of her she looked her in the eyes, as she licked her clit with the tip of her tongue. Heat soared through Abs's body and blood pounded through her head and she reacted with moans and sighs and many "Oh God Vana" 's. She came within moments, with Vana's slippery tongue flicking expertly over her clit.

As much as Abs wanted this golden hair siren to stay between her legs, she became aware, all of a sudden that it was uncharacteristically quiet outside her office. As she looked up, and through her open office door, she could see more than a few regular patrons staring at them. They were all smiling from ear to ear. 

Vana tilted her head around to look at the crowd that had gathered. Her eyes met Fem's. Fem winked at her, and Vana turned back to Abs, getting onto her lap, and moving closer to her, arms around her, and kissing her mouth. 

Between sweet Vana kisses, Abs managed to mumble an apology that sounded something like "… forgot where we were for a moment …"

"Yeah, right!" Femininity said. "She crossed her arms and stared straight at Abs. "We promise that Sam won't find out about this, but on one condition."

Abs sighed, partly because Vana had returned to kissing her neck gently, and partly because she was amused at Fem's statement. 

"Name your price, Nambiotch" 

"That was no lap dance. Where's the music? And I didn't see her taking her clothes off for you either"

Abs pulled Vana's mouth to hers for the longest, sexiest kiss and then whispered in the blonde's ear. "She's right. You do still owe me a lap dance. And I bet they'd love to see you strip. But for now, you're mine and I am far from done with you."  

Vana shivered as she pulled herself off Abs's lap, took her by the hand and proceeded to lead her through the office. The stunned group of patrons made way for them as the naked couple walked. 

Abs had the biggest smile on her face as she looked back at Femininity. "I believe I will become very familiar with Vana's Nest of Blankets soon." she smirked as Vana led her up the spiral stairs to her loft. 

"But, what about the lap dance?!" Femininity argued. 

Vana looked down at the bar for a brief moment, before she walked Abs backwards towards her NoB.

"Soon."

AH Fantasies Ch. 04



This story is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to real people is wishful thinking on my part. I am indebted to Nirvanadragones, not just for having the time and patience to edit this monster, but also for being a wonderful friend, who's always there when I need her. I'm also indebted to Abstruse for being the kind of surly bitch who fits hand in glove into the role of Byronic villain. And last but not least, Femininity, for awakening something deep inside me -- you're too beautiful and too good to give up on, and I'm not going to.

Chapter 1 

The wind howled around the walls of the castle, causing the heavy velvet drapes to shudder in the window frames and the torches to flicker. In a large wrought-iron bed at the far end of the room, two women moved closer into each other's arms in an effort to stave off the cold.

"You'd think Abs would install double glazing and central heating now she's come into money and all that," observed Zade, running her fingers through her lover's honey-blonde hair.

Femininity melted under the familiar touch. She and Zade had been together many months now, but none of the early magic of their relationship had faded. More to the point, it was impossible for either of them to be this close and not feel the flames of arousal.

"I know," she replied absentmindedly. "It's all very weird."

"And why move to Switzerland, damn it? Ok, so it's right on the shores of Lake Geneva, but there are other lakes in the world -- lakes that are in warmer places, where you can actually leave the house once in a while without getting your head blown off in the process. This is worse than back home! Remember that storm in the eighties, when Sevenoaks was reduced to about three? We'll be lucky if there are any trees left standing by the end of the week. And we're at least a thousand miles away from the nearest M&S food hall. Even if she'd bought a place in the Outer Hebrides, she would have at least been able to rent a helicopter or something to --"

But what Abs might have done with that helicopter was set to remain a mystery, because Fem was already kissing Zade, turning slightly so that the weight of her body pressed into the younger woman and made her moan. Zade smiled as she ran her fingertips down Fem's spine, allowing her hands to settle on her ass, before pulling her in even closer.

There had never been any ritual or routine to their lovemaking. Since their first meeting the sex had been like a volcano that was constantly smouldering, and had a habit of erupting at any moment, in any place and in every way imaginable.

As wetness came into contact with wetness a shiver passed between the two women. A brief pause, and suddenly they were moving against each other -- slow, rocking movements that seemed to make the earth move. Zade glanced up and saw how Fem's eyes had fallen shut. She drank in the quiet ecstasy of her lover's expression, and then took advantage of the moment, rolling Fem over so that the positions were reversed. 

"Let me warm you up," murmured Zade as she began kissing Fem's neck. Her lips traced a steady passage down Fem's body, teeth grazing over her neck, kissing her shoulders and then softening that kiss as her lips moved over the slow rise and fall of her lover's breasts. 

Zade lost awareness of her surroundings as she felt Fem's nipple harden in her mouth.

"Babe, pull the blankets up," said Fem between ragged breaths. "It's fucking freezing in here."

Zade did as she was asked, but disappeared underneath them in an instant, leaving Fem with a smile on her face as she lay in wait for the sensation she'd been craving the past hour. 

Spreading her lover's knees apart, Zade began her kisses along the inner thigh. She was moving upwards, but taking her time about it, enjoying the way that Femininity's body seemed to reach towards her tongue.

It wasn't long before the heat beneath the blankets became unbearable, and Zade was forced to fling them off. She inched forwards, lifting Fem's legs over her shoulders, and then moved closer again until her mouth was directly over her sex.

Neither of them noticed the bedroom door open, and then close quietly. Nor did they hear the footsteps of another woman, with long, blond curls, creeping across the room. Nirvana paused for a few seconds, her breathing shallow as she watched her two friends in the height of passion. Despite all the years of knowing them, it was something she'd never witnessed before, and the intensity made her head spin.

Silently, she pulled up a chair and positioned herself on it, her hand already inside her panties. She was already wet, and within seconds a slow moan escaped her lips. Femininity looked up, slightly startled, but upon seeing who it was, she smiled. She and Vana had been friends for longer than either of them could remember, and there were still times when that friendship found expression in sexual terms. Far from being off-putting, Vana's presence simply pushed Fem that much closer.

As Zade's tongue flicked over her lover's clit, Vana's fingers moved faster. Being in full view, yet knowing that one of the women was still oblivious to her presence, multiplied the excitement beyond comprehension. There was a moment when Zade looked up and saw the scene unfolding in the mirror above the bed. But for some reason, Vana's reflection didn't register. There was the chair, the antique dresser, her girlfriend writhing underneath her as shadows danced slowly across the walls -- but apart from the pair of them, not another living soul.

For a split second, Zade could have sworn she heard someone else's breathing in the background. It was fast, shallow, uneven, but barely audible... and besides, she didn't have that much time to think about it. It was taking all her strength and concentration to keep her lover still. As she worked three fingers inside her, so the moans grew louder and the movements more erratic. A final push was all it took to send Femininity crashing over the edge, and when they finally disentangled they were both left trembling.

There was a faint click as the door of the bedroom closed. Femininity looked over to the empty seat and smiled.

"What was that?" asked Zade, the blood still pounding through her ears. 

"Just the wind, baby," breathed Fem, her face still flushed and her eyes shining. She leaned over and kissed Zade's cheek - "Thanks for a moment of sunshine in the middle of all never-ending fucking rain."

Zade returned the kiss to her girlfriend's lips. "I don't know how Abs and Vana put up with it."

"I should imagine they just stay indoors," observed Fem. "It would explain why they're looking so damn pale these days."

"Stay indoors? Abs and Vana? You've got to be kidding! Look --" Zade nosedived off the edge of the bed to rummage round in a small bag. She re-emerged with a little help, carrying a photo album. 

"Abs and Vana -- Amsterdam!" she announced, showing a picture of the two of them, looking a little glassy-eyed as they cruised around the Red Light District. 

She turned the page -- "Abs and Vana -- Berlin: the Love Parade. Abs and Vana living it up in the Candy Bar. Abs and Vana snowboarding in Klosters. Abs and Vana lost somewhere in the Australian outback..."

The pages were now turning quicker than Zade could keep up her commentary. It was the fairytale romance of a blonde South African and a brunette American, told through a series of photographs that conveyed not only their lust for each other, but an overpowering lust for life.

"Do these strike you as the kind of people who just stay indoors?"

"I dunnow," replied Fem. "But we've been here a week now, and there hasn't been any mention of taking us to see any of the local sights."

"Maybe there's nothing to see..." Another thought suddenly struck Zade and she became animated -- "And where's Vana's PDA these days? You always used to tell me how she couldn't live without it. I haven't seen it out once since we've been here."

"She's got no way of charging it, babe. This place is a technological desert. Have you seen any electric sockets since you've been here?"

"No..."

Fem raised one eyebrow, and a mischievous smile crept across her lips. "We can role play all day tomorrow if you find out..." 

When it came to other people's relationships, they shared an infinite nosiness that knew no boundaries, and it was a source of constant amusement to both of them.

Zade started to laugh. "And if I don't?"

"I don't doubt you for a single second, Zade," replied Fem, and reached out for the joint that was lying ready rolled on the bedside table. "And besides -- I was the one who figured out Mat and Mindy, and Lucky and Vella at the last AH get-together. This time you can do the Nancy Drew thing."

Zade giggled, "So it's Nancy Drew now, is it? It was The Dana Scully Thing, last time we played."

"That's because I was the one doing the finding out. It's the difference between the amateur and the professional."

"Bitch!" exclaimed Zade, reaching forward to perform a nipple-cripple, but Femininity was wise to her girlfriend's antics and caught her hand mid-air. A small tussle broke out underneath the sheets that soon turned into a prelude for the second sexual encounter of the morning. It was how it had always been. Despite the depth of feeling that existed between the two women, it was usually during light-hearted moments such as this that they realised the extent of their love for one another. 

Chapter 2

When gloomy morning broke, the rain had died away to a thin drizzle, and layers of mist hung over the landscape like a wedding veil. The end of April was in sight, yet the weather had more in common than the bleakest months of winter.

Neither of the couples surfaced all that quickly. Even Nirvana, who was usually up before the sun, decided to lounge in bed instead of going for an early morning run with Frankie. When nine o'clock struck she was propped up on her elbow, telling the love of her life about what she'd witnessed the previous night.

"And what exactly were they doing?" asked Abstruse, slightly breathless.

"They were enjoying each other's bodies..." Vana's hand slipped between her lover's legs. She wasn't breaking eye contact. She knew every nuance of Abstruse's expression, and enjoyed the rapture that her first touch always brought.

Abs moaned as the fingers found their target and gently spread her open.

"Zade was under the sheets. Fem was on her back with her legs spread. And I should imagine Zade's tongue was somewhere here... or here..."

Abs trembled as Vana took control of her, body and soul. It was the softest touch, yet Vana knew her woman's body as well as she knew her own. She knew where to stroke, when to quicken her movements, and also when to slow them back down and make them deeper and more deliberate -- the final thrust to send her lover over the edge.

They were lying in each other's arms, flushed and in a post-orgasmic haze when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" called out Abstruse, making no effort to disentangle herself from Vana.

A small and rather nervous-looking brunette with a weak jaw and dressed impeccably in a French maid's outfit, walked into the room, head down and a bundle of envelopes in her hand.

"Bring them over here," directed Abs, extending an arm.

"I am so sorry, Madame," said the maid, finally caving in to her emotions and wiping a tear from her eye.

"What is it, Marianne?"

"It is my letter -- near the top."

Abstruse untied the string around the bundle and saw a small envelope. It was addressed to her in childlike writing, and didn't have a stamp. She picked up a knife from her bedside table and flicked it across the surface of the envelope. She pulled out the letter and read it in silence.

"I see," she said after a couple of seconds. "And why is it that your father is no longer happy for you to work for me?"

Marianne turned scarlet and waited for the floor to swallow her up.

"Come, there's no need to be timid around me. They're afraid, aren't they? They believe all the rumours, and you're starting to believe them, too. It's called mass hysteria, Marianne."

Marianne gave a sob and pointed a shaky finger at the remainder of the mail bundle. "There are more -- every day there are more of these... letters. And everyone in the village is talking. They say you are an evil woman. And they say to me that I am evil because I stay here as your servant.

Abstruse raised an eyebrow. "I see. Then I accept your resignation. Who am I to keep such an attractive young woman against her will? You may leave whenever you please."

"Thank you, Madame!" blurted Marianne, her appearance suddenly transformed by relief. She curtsied quickly and hurried out of the room, leaving the door to slam shut behind her.

"And another one bites the dust," mused Abstruse as Vana curled in closer to her. "At least for now."

"How many more letters do we have?" asked Vana.

"About a dozen, I'd say."

"All from the village?"

Abs thumbed through the pile. "No, there's one from Geneva, and another one from Lucerne... They must be getting their friends and relatives to write in for them. Let me see..."

She opened one and gave a snort as she saw its contents.

"Now this one's gone to a whole lot of trouble." Abstruse showed Vana the glued-on newspaper lettering that formed the message. "Go home, American devil," she read with a laugh.

She opened a second one -- "Oh, this one's good -- 'The bed you sleep on is a cauldron of sin' -- this guy's used a dictionary!" She read on, "and you will fester in the filth of your evil sheets'."

Nirvana didn't respond. She'd become still and her Atlantic-blue eyes were filled with worry.

"Well, he got that one wrong!" quipped Abs. "I had Marianne change the sheets last night. And now for round two we move from Basic Intelligence to Can You Tie Your Shoelaces."

Vana smiled, but was still a long way from joining in the laughter. "They're getting angry, Sweet," she observed. "We haven't been careful enough. We should stop for a while."

"Stop? On the day of the most important event in the calendar? You have to be kidding, right?"

"No." Vana was shaking her head. "I'm not kidding. We go ahead with tonight as planned, but we're careful -- and then we stop. At least for a while. There are plenty of other places in the world. We could go to London for a while, or get an apartment in New York. Somewhere bigger -- more anonymous."

Abstruse shook her head, but had no urge to reject her girlfriend's suggestion. It was always the case. Her surly, no-nonsense approach was never any match for Nirvana's sweet determination, and she gave a sigh.

"But I have to say," added Nirvana. "The in-control, hard-ass employer performance you just put on was very sexy...

Chapter 3

From mid-afternoon onwards, the area became trapped in a freak electrical storm. The dark sky was alive with flashes and powerful bolts of lightning. Zade was watching the display from the window, smoking a joint as Abs read from a dusty tome.

"... her womanhood throbbed with desire when she saw the python that resided in his pants, and as he plunged it into her, she let forth a cry of jubilation..."

"Con-grat-u-lations, and jubilations! I want the world to know I'm happy as can be!" sang Zade sarcastically from the corner of the room. Femininity laughed.

"Ok, I give up!" snapped Abs. "We've been through my entire collection of lesbian erotica, and all of Vana's, too. This is all we have left, and I refuse to read it if I'm going to be mocked like this."

"I'm sorry, Abs. I honestly didn't mean it like that," said Zade, flashing Abs the sweetest smile and doing her utmost to charm the older woman out of her annoyance. "I know it's not your choice -- that's why I'm laughing at it. And besides, wouldn't you be more worried if I was getting turned on by all that badly-written hetero bollocks?"

Abstruse stared at her for a couple of seconds. Her blue eyes seemed more piercing than usual, and Zade felt her shoulders beginning to slump.

"Then why don't we write our own?" asked Fem, not a second too soon. "It's not as though we're going to be busy with anything else in this weather."

Out of the corner of her eye, Zade caught Vana and Abs exchanging a strange glance. 

"I think it's a good idea," smiled Vana, slipping an arm around Femininity's shoulders. "Really good. We could turn it into a competition to see who can write the hottest story. Zade, what do you think?"

"Ok," replied Zade vaguely. She was peering through the pane of glass. There was something unusual at the front gate. She was only able to see it during split seconds when the lightning streaked across the sky, but it definitely hadn't been there the previous day.

"What's that?" she asked.

Abstruse crossed over to the window and looked the direction Zade was pointing.

"I don't see anything."

There were several flashes in quick succession and Zade pointed frantically at the pale object that was resting on one of the posts.

"Where?"

"Look!"

By now Femininity and Nirvana had arrived at the window and were staring hard.

"You have to wait for the flashes -- now!"

"I see it!" exclaimed Vana. "It looks like..."

There were several more flashes, and suddenly they all saw exactly what it looked like, and what it was. It was a pig's head, skewered on to the gate post, fresh blood still dripping from it.

"Fuck..." said Zade. "Did you fall out with your neighbours or something?"

Abstruse drew the curtains and the four of them returned to their seats.

"No -- just the entire village."

"Why?" Femininity was now just as curious as Zade. "Are they all gay-bashers or something?"

"Something like that," responded Abstruse. "Let's just say that they're a little old-fashioned, and don't take kindly to our type around this area."

"That's fucking awful! Have you reported it to the police?"

"No," said Nirvana quietly.

"Then you should!" blurted Fem. This is outright harassment."

"Let it drop, Sweetheart."

"I don't think you should let it drop!"

Zade cut in on the conversation -- "Just let me and Fem go down to the village. We'll sort them out!"

"Zade, please --"Nirvana was growing uncomfortable.

"No, I'm serious! You've never seen two Celts in action when the chips are down. You just leave it to us. We'll find the ring leaders and --"

"Zade, that's enough!" snapped Abstruse. "Enough! It's bad enough dealing with this when it happens, leave alone bringing it into our conversation and analysing it like an item in some kind of trash gossip column!"

Zade was suddenly quiet. They were harsh words - far harsher than she could ever remember receiving from Abstruse, and in the corner of the room Frankie, Fem's chocolate Labrador, got to his feet and started growling.

"Frankie!" said Fem sternly. Reluctantly, Frankie sat back down again, but he wasn't taking his eyes off Abs.

Zade muttered something indecipherable under her breath and an awkward silence descended. There was a clunk as the hands of the clock slid into the quarter-to-three position, and chimes rang out through the room. Vana looked at the clock and then at Abs, who nodded.

"Fem, would you come down to the cellar with me to help choose some wine?" asked Vana smoothly.

"Yeah... sure."

"Can I come, too?" asked Zade, not keen on the idea of spending quality time with Abs after what had just passed.

"No, sweet. You'd better stay here with Frankie," advised Vana. "We've had a problem with rats in our cellars, and there's quite a lot of poison lying around... And besides, I know how you get after half a glass of wine. Goodness knows what would happen if you were allowed to run free in a whole cellar full of it."

Frankie flattened his ears and lay back down with a disappointed whimper, while the two women disappeared into the hallway, leaving Zade, Abstruse and a ticking clock.




AH Fantasies Ch. 04



"What's going on, Abs?" asked Zade after about half a minute had passed. "Vana's looking ghost-white, you hardly set foot out of the house, everyone in town hates you... What are you doing in a place like this?"

Abstruse leaned back in her chair, a picture of icy sophistication. There was a cigar smouldering between her fingertips, and she was in the process of exhaling a slow stream of smoke into the air. She smiled at Zade, before reaching onto the floor and lifting a small silver chest onto her lap.

"The castle, the grounds, the title -- they were all part of an inheritance -- just like this box. I'm simply enjoying what's been given to me on a plate."

Zade eyed it suspiciously, but didn't move.

"Come and see."

Abstruse opened the chest and held it towards Zade. In it was a collection of knives. They appeared to be antique and each of the handles was encrusted with jewels. But one glance at their blades was enough to convince anyone that they weren't purely for show. These were weapons, not ornaments. Pretty as they were, they'd been designed with one purpose in mind -- and it certainly wasn't being kept in a box. As if to illustrate the point, one of the rests, Zade noticed, was empty.

"Very nice," she said, a distinct lack of enthusiasm in her voice. "And what's this got to do with you guys never leaving the area these days? I mean, when was the last time you took a holiday?"

There was no response. Zade continued regardless -- "And what's with the all the snapping? We used to get on really well, but these days... I don't know -- I'm starting to feel uneasy when I'm in the same room as you, because I never know when you're going to go off on one - and I've noticed Frankie's just the same. It's almost like you've crossed the boundary from kookiness to creepiness, and I don't like it... I want the old Abs back. You were more fun when you didn't have a title and loads of money."

Abs snorted. "And you think that's what's changed me?"

"Totally." Zade was beginning to lose her nerve a bit. Although Abs was listening, her responses were few and far between. Out of desperation, Zade decided to use her final silver bullet -- "I'm thinking it would be better if Fem and I got an earlier flight back to London... like tomorrow..." 

Abs paused and took another long drag of her cigar. "Do as you please - there are always plenty of women in the village who are more than happy to get our company."

Slowly, Zade began piecing the jigsaw puzzle together. "...so you and Vana are screwing all the local women, and at the same time wondering why the locals have launched a full-on hate campaign against you?"

Abs started to laugh. "Zade, dear -- you shouldn't pass judgement on what you don't yet understand. It would be premature. Several hours premature, as a matter of fact."

Zade stared at her in confusion, and decided to leave the room before she said something she'd really regret.

Chapter 4

As if to prove a point, Abstruse suggested that they went out for dinner that evening. Femininity and Nirvana had spent a considerable amount of time down in the cellar, and by the way Fem collapsed into bed a couple of hours later it was obvious that something energetic had taken place.

Aroused by the direction her imagination was leading her, Zade had spent the afternoon writing her story. It hadn't been easy. Each word had come with a million and one associations, and the best part of her time had been spent daydreaming. These sounds and visions drifted in from both the past and what was yet to be. As far as solving the riddle of Abstruse and Nirvana went, she was floundering. But it still didn't stop her from planning out the day of role-playing she hoped to spend with her girlfriend.  

As they walked down the gloomy tree-lined path, Zade suddenly realised that the lightning had stopped, only to be replaced by a strong breeze. It was still bitterly cold, but at least things had more of an air of normality about them now.

"Is it far?" she asked, pulling the hood of her jacket up.

"No, darling," replied Vana. "Ten minutes at the most, and you'll get to see the new orphanage Abs is building."

"Abs is building an orphanage?"

"Yes -- right over the brow of that hill." Vana pointed to a shadowy construction site, and then put her arm proudly around Abstruse's shoulders.

Zade tried desperately to catch Femininity's eye, but she was in a world of her own. 

"Fem!" she whispered once Abs and Vana were several metres in front of them.

Femininity looked at her, a blank expression on her face.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"About the orphanage!"

"Oh, that," replied Femininity flatly.

"Well, don't you think that's weird?"

"I suppose."

It was as much as Zade could do not to tear her hair out with frustration. What exactly had Vana been doing to her girlfriend down in that cellar? As a rule, something like this would have set both their alarm bells ringing, triggering a wave of excited discussion and ridiculous speculation. But this time Zade was on her own. Fem seemed to have gone into herself, and probably wouldn't have stirred had a nuclear warhead landed in front of her.

"Just go with it, Zade," she murmured. "It's a lot easier that way."

But when they caught up with Abs and Vana, the questions were overflowing.

"Why do you need an orphanage in a place like this?" asked Zade. "It's tiny. There can't be more than about six hundred people living here, and it's not as though we're near any big towns or cities."

There was a long silence before Nirvana chose to answer her -- "Things are different here. People aren't so ready to take in relatives' children. It's a superstitious thing."

"How do you mean, 'superstitious'?"

"Superstitious as in they believe it's bad luck to adopt the child of a deceased family member."

"Why?"

"They believe that the connection will attract bad spirits to their house," replied Vana in a matter-of-fact tone.

Zade shook her head in disbelief. "And you're trying to tell me you think that's normal?"

"I'm not trying to tell you anything at all, Darling. It's just the way things are around here."

"Wouldn't it be cheaper and better in the long-run to fund some kind of advertising campaign to make people see sense?"

"No."

Zade closed her mouth and fell silent. Where was Fem when she needed her? Desperately, she decided to approach things from a different angle -- "So how come so many parents are dying?"

"ENOUGH!" snapped Abstruse, her dark overcoat sweeping around her as she spun round with a glare across her face. "Sometimes, Zade," she observed. "You ask way too many questions."

It was probably the worst thing she could have said to Zade, because as they entered the village about half a dozen more sprang to mind. The streets were quaint and probably hadn't changed much since medieval times. Hanging baskets were outside most of the buildings, but what was in them, had been all but swept away by the rain. Windows were boarded, in some places with shutters, but in others by crude wood planks. There wasn't a soul in sight, and as the women passed through their voices echoed.

"So where is everyone?" asked Zade, unable to contain herself any longer.

"They're a bunch of superstitious lunatics," replied Abstruse.

"Great. That explains it. In fact that seems to be the standard explanation for most things around here."

"But don't you know what day it is?" cut in Vana.

"22nd April."

"But do you know what day it is?"

Zade shrugged and shook her head. 

Vana smiled and suddenly her voice became warm and engaging - "It is the eve of St George's Day. Do you not know that tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway? It's a passage from Bram Stoker's Dracula, Sweet."

"So we should bargain on a lot of garlic on the menu tonight then?" 

"Not if you're planning on sharing a bed with me," commented Femininity, and slowly the ice melted.

Chapter 5

When they got to the restaurant, Zade noticed how her girlfriend's eyes were a lot brighter than usual. She gave her hand a quick squeeze, and was shocked at how cold it was.

"Babe, you're not coming down with something, are you?" she asked, genuinely concerned.

Fem shook her head.

"Good, cos I wouldn't want to imagine what kind of witch doctor cures they prescribe around here. You'd probably end up having leaches put on your nipples or something!"

Zade waited for a giggle, or at least a razor-edged comeback, but there was nothing. 

Abs put her hand on the door handle and led them all inside. It was an old-fashioned place with a roaring log fire and stuffed animal heads mounted on the walls. Like the rest of the village, it was completely empty, apart from a bearded middle-aged man who was in the process of polishing some silverware. 

Upon noticing the four women, he leapt back and an expression bordering on fear and rage crossed his face.

"No!" he roared. "You are not welcome here!"

Abs didn't move a muscle. She was smiling, yet her eyes were burning into the proprietor.

"Now, now, Emile," she chided in a smooth voice. "That's hardly the way to treat your only customers of the evening is it?"

"You!" he spluttered as he jabbed a trembling finger in Abs' direction. "You keep away from my daughter! I am warning you!"

The American woman laughed and swatted the finger away from her as though it were a fly. "Just give us some menus, please, Emile. And try and remember that your daughter is a living person, not a commodity. You can't keep her locked up forever, you know. Sooner or later she's going to discover that there's a lot more to life than following a man's orders..."

The kitchen door opened a fraction, and out stepped Marianne, her skin ashen at the unexpected appearance of her ex-employer. 

"Marianne! "Reviens à l'intérieur immédiatement!" shouted Emile, but Marianne was too busy gazing at Vana.

"Marianne, je suis ton père! "Écoutes-moi.""

Abs suddenly leaned forward to whisper something in Emile's ear. As she did so, she drew a long, scarlet fingernail across the skin on his neck, leaving an angry mark. Emile became quiet, and his eyes widened.

Zade struggled to hear what was being said, but was soon distracted by what was taking place between the maid and Nirvana. There was no misinterpreting the sparkle in her friend's eye. She'd seen it dozens of times before - the blonde seductress was drawing the young woman in, undressing her with her eyes and breathing wordless promises of sexual ecstasy with her lips. Marianne didn't stand a chance.

Emile shook his head in confusion, and started backing out of the room. When he reached the door, though, he stopped and turned round one final time. "If she is harmed..." he began, a tremor of hysteria in his voice, "Then... may God help you!" 

"No disrespect, Emile, but I think God gave up on us a long time ago," replied Abstruse.

Emile thumped his fist against the wood of the door. "It is not just me!" he snarled, flecks of spit flying from the corners of his mouth. "There are others, and if you do not leave our women alone, we will all see to it that your castle is your coffin!"

He did his best to maintain eye-contact with Abstruse, but her gaze was too intense. It was a matter of seconds before he made his hasty departure, leaving the door rattling in its hinges, and an uneasy quiet filling the room. 

"Well, in all fairness to him I don't remember seeing any rainbow flag outside..." ventured Zade, but no one responded.

They were taken to a table by Marianne, whose eyes still hadn't quite left Vana, and given some menus. Zade waited until she'd left before taking her chances with Abs again.

"Out of interest... how many of the locals have you girls pulled since you've been here?"

Abs and Vana exchanged smiles.

"Enough," replied Abs. "Never against anyone's will, though. It hasn't been necessary."

Deep in thought and a little disturbed by what she'd just witnessed, Zade absorbed herself in the menu. When Marianne returned, Vana ordered two bottles of red wine.

"Is everyone ready to order?" she asked, scrutinising the label on one of the bottles. 

They all were, but when it came to Femininity's turn, there was a surprise in store.

"I'll have the steak -- rare, please."

Zade's jaw dropped in astonishment. "But honey! You can't eat that! You're a vegetarian!

"I can eat whatever I want."

"But it's going to be oozing with blood if you have it rare!"

"That will be all, thank you, Marianne," said Abs, her eyes blazing into the waitress once again. Marianne froze for a second, and so did Zade. Abs' lips were redder than normal, and her breathing had become slow and shallow. Zade turned to Femininity to see if she'd noticed, but she was busy straightening the cutlery on the table and was still in a world of her own.

The food was good, and after a glass of wine Zade decided it was the best she'd ever had. In a way it was comforting when she felt Fem's hand stroking her thigh under the table, and even more so when she felt her panties being pulled teasingly to one side. At least Fem's sex drive hadn't undergone any change, although to Zade's disappointment this was as far as things got. 

When Marianne returned at the end of the meal to take the plates, Abstruse's hand came to rest directly on her ass. The waitress looked terrified, but offered no resistance, and it wasn't long before the fingers of that hand were moving inwards, squeezing and caressing and measuring her reactions. Marianne's cheeks grew red and she made a hurried exit towards the kitchen. When she came back, however, Nirvana was waiting for her in the passageway.

Zade watched in fascination as Vana did what she was best at. It was a casual pose -- her arm against the wall, her body leaning in towards the waitress, a quiet and disarming smile on her lips... She'd done it dozens of times before, and it showed. This was a woman who knew what she wanted, and defeat didn't cross her mind for a single second. 

Marianne shook her head, but Vana's smile was contagious. More significantly, the waitress was beginning to relax. Eventually, she looked up at Vana, nodded, and then walked back into the dining area. 

Without looking at the others, she headed straight towards Abstruse and began kissing her on the lips. Zade and Femininity looked on in wonder. It was a needy kiss that screamed out for so much more. Her tongue snaked into Abstruse's mouth, and was taken in readily. Through the heat and the passion, Zade could have sworn she saw a smile at the corner of Abstruse's lips, and when the waitress disappeared under the table, she realised why.

Abs closed her eyes and allowed the tongue of this inexperienced French girl to whip her senses into a frenzy. Although powerful, her orgasm was controlled, and if she lost composure it was only for a fraction of a second.

The waitress re-emerged, her face glistening with wetness, and Abs gave a contented sigh. "I'll meet you back at the castle, ladies -- Nirvana and I have some business to attend to."

Nirvana, who'd taken a front row seat to watch the show, winked.

Chapter 6

Femininity and Zade took a slightly different route back to the castle. The wine and the unexpected porn show had gone to Zade's head, and it was decided that the longer she spent out in the fresh air, the better.

On their travels, they walked past a church. It was small and probably older than the village itself. There were no stained glass windows, but it compensated for this with ornate flying buttresses and stone gargoyles that seemed to leer at them from the brickwork. The two women had paused to admire them, but it wasn't long before they noticed that they weren't alone.

A grave digger was at work, just outside the church wall, and by the appearance of things he'd been labouring for the best part of the night. Four deep trenches had been dug into the ground, the earth piled up around them as they awaited new inhabitants.

It was clear that he had spotted the women long before they saw him. He was leaning on his spade, his breath smoky in the cool air as he glowered in their direction.

"Hey..." said Zade, at a loss what else to say.

The man rubbed the stubble on his chin roughly, but made no response.

"Come on, Zade," said Femininity. "His English is probably about as good as your French, and it's starting to rain."

Zade shrugged and pulled a hat out of her pocket. She smiled at Fem, her gaze slightly unfocussed. "Do you still get the urge to fuck whenever you see me in this hat?"

Femininity smiled back -- "Let's find out when we get back."

Chapter 7

By the time they reached the heavy oak door of the castle, the rain was becoming torrential. They were both soaked to the skin and more than willing to share a hot shower. Through the steam and the pounding water, they began to kiss, gently at first but growing in hunger by the second.

Zade's soapy hands were sliding over her lover's body, feeling and appreciating every curve. Hook, line and sinker, she mused to herself as Femininity's kissing grew wilder and her hands also began to roam. She took hold of Zade's breasts, and in doing so pushed the younger woman firmly against the wall. 

It was a game that they often liked to play -- who would submit to the other one first -- and as Zade felt two fingers enter her, she realised that her confidence had been ill-founded. Femininity was fucking her hard inside the confines of the shower. Zade gasped as the fingers pounded into her again and again. It was a forceful intrusion, but her body was reacting with each powerful stroke that reached deeper inside her than she'd imagined possible.

"Does that feel good, baby?" asked Femininity, leaning forward to nip the skin on Zade's neck.

Zade moaned in approval. She was way beyond the point of being able to form words. Fem had curled her fingers upward, pushing at a point that made Zade's sex gush with wetness. She could feel a colossal orgasm building up inside her, and the prospect of releasing it frightened her.

"Come for me, Zade," murmured Fem beneath the roar of the water. Her lips were right up against Zade's hear, and each syllable made Zade's skin tingle. She was beginning to see stars, her legs growing unsteady underneath her. 

Femininity's thrusts were growing more uneven as Zade's muscles began to spasm. She came hard around her lover's fingers, losing her strength and falling forward into Fem's arms. They embraced for a few minutes without saying a word. Zade reached up and kissed Fem's lips.

It was moments after this kiss that Zade noticed a red mark on her lover's neck. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "Did Vana do that?"

Femininity smiled, but said nothing.

"Didn't that hurt?"

"Truthfully? It pushed me over the edge and took me to a completely different place..."

Zade shook her head in disbelief. "You crazy bitches!" Her tone suddenly changed -- "Do you think Vana and Abs are going to be out long?"

"Probably. Vana can keep going all night, and I can't imagine Abs being much different."

A dangerous gleam appeared in Zade's eyes. "Let's get dry... and then let's get wet again."

Within minutes a new scene was unfolding in the castle, this time in a small stone-floored room with a baby grand in the centre. Femininity was leaning over it, her hands resting on the dark mahogany in front of her, bound together with restraints. Her eyes were blindfolded, and Zade was standing behind her, arms wrapped around her waist and fingers wandering, as she fucked her with a strap-on.

Femininity's clit was already swollen when Zade's finger found it. It was a slow, deliberate fuck. Zade was building up a steady rhythm as she whispered obscenities in her girlfriend's ear.




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"I know what you really want to see," she said breathlessly. "You want to see me with Vana, licking each other... fucking... rubbing against each other naked..." She started running her finger over Fem's clit. "Touching each other -- just like this, with you watching... and tasting... how wet we get."

Fem suddenly exploded, and it was as much as Zade could do to keep her leaned over the piano as several waves of orgasm rippled through her body.

"I love you," whispered Zade, and they soon retired to the bedroom, exhausted but blissfully happy.

Chapter 8

They had only been asleep for a few hours when Frankie started growling from his basket. Femininity managed a sleepy 'shhh!', but for once Frankie wasn't listening. Zade stirred and listened. She could hear music. Piano music. It was drifting down the hallway, a Chopin prelude, expertly played.

She listened for a while, then decided to get out of bed and investigate. Frankie followed, still growling in hushed tones, his tail between his legs. It was coming from the room that she and Fem had been in earlier that night, and as Zade approached it got louder. She put her hand on the door handle. She couldn't hear any voices, and couldn't remember hearing Abs and Vana coming back in. But that was nothing to go by. After a night of heavy lovemaking, Zade had been known to sleep through fire alarms and even an earthquake.

As soon as she opened the door, however, the music stopped. The torches were still lit, but there was no one else in the room -- no one sitting at the piano, and no one to make up the audience for this beautiful performance. 

Zade paused. Had she been dreaming? She walked up to the piano and touched it. The keys were ice cold. No one had been in here. Maybe the old saying about being fucked senseless was true. She was obviously losing the plot somewhere along the line. And then she heard the front door creak open.

Frankie suddenly erupted into a series of growls and barks, his fur standing up in a thick ridge along his back. He was snarling, which was something Zade had never witnessed in this placid creature.

"What's up, Frankie?"

Frankie grew tense as though he were about to lunge, and Zade snapped a hand around his collar. The alcohol hadn't quite worn off, though, and as Frankie sprang forward, she was caught off balance. She did her best to regain her footing once the dog bolted, but it was too late and she went flying into a small side table.

There was a loud crash and the sound of breaking glass. Zade swore. Footsteps were approaching, and voices.

"Zade?" shouted Fem's alarmed voice in the distance.

The clumsy blonde was just straightening herself up when the door opened and Abs and Vana entered the room.

"What on earth --"The wind was knocked out of Vana as Frankie flung himself against her.

"Frankie! Down!" Fem appeared in the doorway suddenly wide awake, but Frankie was beyond the point of listening to her. His teeth bared, he decided to turn on Abs, but as soon as he got to within a metre of her, he stopped dead in his tracks. Whimpering, he put his tail between his legs and slunk out of the room. 

All eyes turned onto Zade.

"Sorry..." she mumbled, picking up some of the glass shards. "I thought I heard something, then Frankie went nuts and I tripped..." She glanced at the red liquid that had pooled on the floor. "Is it wine? I'll clean it up." 

Zade looked around vainly for some kind of cloth, but there was nothing in the room that wasn't white and didn't look expensive.

"Leave it," said Abstruse sympathetically.

"But won't it stain?"

"Probably, but we'll deal with that in the morning. Right now, I'd like to enjoy the rest of the night with my beautiful woman in style. And besides -- you're bleeding."

Zade glanced down at a trickle of blood running down her wrist.

"Shit."

Fem's eyes had a strange gleam to them as she moved quickly towards Zade. "Let me be the good wife and kiss it better for you, Honey,"

"No," said Vana quickly. The urgency in her voice made Fem freeze. "Not yet. I will look at it. You need to get some sleep, Sweet. You look tired."

Fem stared at the ground. She was running her tongue over her teeth. Vana took Zade by the arm and led her away from the scene of destruction. Once the room was empty, Abstruse crouched down next to the shattered glass and ran a finger across the sticky red substance. It had been one of their finest vintages. Although the bottle had been priceless, what was inside meant significantly more to them.

Slowly, she raised her finger to her lips and savoured what had been spilt. A shudder of pleasure ripped through her body as a metallic taste filled her mouth. She blinked once, and when she opened her eyes there was something different about them. She was alive -- more alive than she could ever remember feeling, and tonight that feeling would only grow.

Chapter 9

By the time Zade got back to the room, Femininity was already sound asleep. Zade climbed in bed next to her, left a soft kiss on her forehead and tried to get some rest, but it wasn't easy. The rain was now a deluge and thunder had begun to rumble in the distance.

She tossed and turned for a while, before sinking into a shallow and fitful sleep. She dreamed in technicolour of a dark forest, where the trees blocked out what little light there was. She was running through it, her chest tight with exertion. But stopping wasn't an option. Zade was running for her life, fork lightning flashing through the sky above her as her feet became heavy and waterlogged. Every now and then, splashes of mud flew into her face. Her skin was raw with the whips and scratches of branches, but the pain only spurred her on faster. Wolves were already snapping at her heels, and soon she realised that the dark, winged creatures were swooping down on her.

Slowly, in almost a self-fulfilling prophecy, they were closing in on Zade, tearing at her hair and whispering unintelligible words. Zade's knees were becoming weak. She was losing the will. It didn't matter how fast she ran, they'd always catch up with her eventually. The blood pounded in her ears as all the sounds around her became muffled. Why put herself through any more of this when it could all be over in an instant?

Somewhere in the distance, a scream tore through the forest. Zade gasped and suddenly sat up, a thin line of sweat across her brow. There were several seconds of blind panic while she registered her surroundings. She'd been sleeping. It was all a dream. Fem was still sleeping peacefully next to her, and the storm was still raging outside. But above it all hung a single spine-chilling note. The scream was still there. It was real, and whoever was producing it was experiencing the horror to end all horrors.  

Zade was out of bed in a flash, sprinting in the direction of the sound. It was only an echo now, but she chased it until it faded into nothing and all she could hear was the howling of the wind.

Out in the hallway, the clock began to strike. Zade counted six, then another six. A boom of thunder tore through the sky above her, and then the clock struck again. 

Zade looked at her hand. The cut hadn't been terribly deep, but enough to require a bandage. Was it possible that she'd got some kind of blood poisoning from the broken glass? Her skin felt hot and clammy. Terrifying as they were, it was conceivable the nightmares might have been caused by some kind of fever. And the clock... Zade shook her head. Given the depth of the depth and ferocity of the thunder, it wasn't all that surprising that the clock had decided to thirteen. The reverberation had been so intense that she'd felt it through her feet. This was ridiculous. She was getting as superstitious and jumpy as the locals. 

She hovered for a while, not knowing what to do. There was no way she was going to get to sleep for quite some time. The torches had long since burnt out, and now the only thing breaking through the gloom was the strobe effect of the lightning. It wasn't even as though Abstruse had a television she could watch.

Zade made her way to the lounge and curled up in one of the armchairs. She reached for a small box and set to work rolling a perfect cone-shaped joint. She felt calmer after a few tokes -- almost rational. But there was still something that was making her feel uneasy. Something was happening to the people around her. What it was, Zade couldn't quite put her finger on, but it bothered her more than words could say.

Her eyes roamed the room. Abstruse's antique chest was still sitting on the table. Zade looked nervously over her shoulder, and made up her mind to open it again. What she saw made her realise that her unease wasn't so ill-founded after all. There was still a knife missing, but this time it was from a different position in the box. The one that was absent before had been returned, and as Zade looked more closely she noticed a streak of blood across the blade.

Her heart started thumping again. She put her joint out in the ashtray and sprinted back towards the bedroom, terror in her heels.

"Fem! Fem! Wake up!" she said, shaking her lover vigorously by the shoulder. Fem groaned and peered at her through heavy eyes.

"It's the knives!" continued Zade. They're getting up to something with those knives, and I heard screaming in the house!"

Femininity groaned again and let out an exasperated sigh. "How much have you had to smoke, Zade? You're tripping out. Now for God's sake, get some sleep, woman. It's late and you're making me exhausted just listening to you." She rolled over and pulled the pillow over her head.

Chapter 10

Zade's heart sank. She knew what she'd seen and she knew what she'd heard, but she had no idea what to expected as she darted out of the room once more. If her girlfriend wouldn't listen to her, there was no other option but to make her own investigations. Frankie followed her as far as the end of the hallway, but then stopped, his eyes wide and his back legs quivering. 

"Fine!" said Zade, her jaw stuck out in determination. "So I'll be Scooby, and you can be Scrappy. Just wait here till I get back. And if I don't get back, learn how to do the Lassie thing and call 999."

Turning on her heel, Zade made her way to the master bedroom. The stone tiles were cold against her feet, but she was thankful for the stealth it afforded her. She was now right outside their room, shivering in a pair of grey sweats and an Ajax football shirt. It was still early by Nirvana's standards, and even if her lover were sleeping, she was bound to be awake. Confirming her suspicions, Zade saw candlelight flickering in the gap at the bottom of the door, and when she pressed her ear against the panel she heard gentle moans coming from within.

Enough was enough. This was amounting to outright voyeurism, and of the pretty pathetic variety at that. Zade walked to the far window and pressed her forehead up against the glass. Femininity had a point -- she'd probably just smoked too much and was getting paranoid. A wave of annoyance spread through her. It was hardly as though there was anything else to do in this godforsaken place. That and fucking. It was true what they said about too much of a good thing -- she'd been left completely delusional.

Zade started to relax again. And then something caught her eye. There were lights in the distance - lots of them, and they were getting closer. For the umpteenth time that night her heart started to race. The villagers. Their homophobia had finally got the better of them, and they were advancing on the castle. They were too far away for Zade to make out any voices, but in her imagination she heard angry shouts and jeers that bordered on hysteria.

She ran back to Vana and Abstruse's bedroom, but paused before knocking. The moans had stopped, but there could be no telling what state she'd find them in if she opened the door. The adrenalin pumping, she took a deep breath and pressed her eye against the keyhole. 

What she saw was a tangle of arms and legs. Vana was on top of Abs, her unruly blonde curls cascading down her back as they rocked slowly against one another. Zade caught her breath. They looked beautiful together, and were completely and utterly lost in the moment. It was something Zade could relate to, as she suddenly lost awareness of all impending danger.

A couple of brief words were exchanged between the two women, before Vana rolled over onto her back and Abstruse knelt to her side. Two fingers disappeared inside Vana and she moaned loudly, her hips rising up to meet them. They were soon joined by a third finger. Zade watched, her lips slightly parted, as Abs bent forward and began licking her lover -- slow swirling strokes that had Vana writhing beneath her.

A fourth finger was added and accompanied by a cry of ecstasy. Abstruse was twisting her hand, caressing Vana deep inside and opening her up slowly. She said something in a low voice, and then her hand disappeared, right up to the wrist. It was as much as Zade could do not to cry out herself as she witnessed the perfect fisting.

She was only awoken from her erotic trance by the feel of something wet running across her toes. She looked down, and froze. It looked like blood, trickling in a small stream underneath the doorway. Slowly, with her mind reeling, she looked through the keyhole once more. This time, however, her attention was diverted from the throes of ecstasy taking place on the bed, towards a pale arm lying on the floor. Zade couldn't see the body that was attached to it, but it was absolutely still. Lifeless.

A sudden thrashing sound against the window diverted Zade's attention once again. She looked up to see an owl flapping its wings hard against the glass. It was screeching at her, its claws scratching at the glass and a wild looks in its eyes. She leapt backwards, catching her elbow on a nearby bookshelf as she did so.

"Fuck!"

An avalanche of books tumbled down from the shelves. Nearly all of them were hardbacks, and they exploded onto the floor around Zade, almost eclipsing the thunder. Panicking, she reached out to stop some of them, but in doing so, swiped a vase. For the second time that night, glass shattered around her. 

Chapter 11

The onslaught of books slowed down to almost nothing in seconds, but it was already far too late. There was no way Nirvana and Abstruse could have failed to notice a racket like that.

Surrounded by something of a train wreck, Zade bent down and made an effort to pick up some of the books. There was a creak as the door suddenly swung open. Abstruse was standing behind it, dressed in a crimson robe, the candlelight casting strange shadows over her face as she watched Zade at work.

"You're making rather a habit of this, Zade," she commented icily

Zade looked up slowly, and felt her cheeks redden.

"I know. I'm sorry... I just..."

"Just thought you might watch me and Nirvana making love?" Abstruse's blue eyes were piercing, and Zade couldn't bring herself to look at them.

"No! It wasn't like that at all!"

"Then how was it, Zade?" asked Abs in a dangerously smooth voice.

"I think the villagers are coming!" blustered Zade. "They've got torches, and it looks like there are a lot of them. We need to call the police, or something!"

Abstruse laughed, but there was a cold edge to it. "On what, Zade? You know as well as everyone else that there are no telephones in my home. And besides -- what makes you think the police would help? For all you know they could be right at the front of that little procession."

Zade glanced nervously towards the window. "We have to do something!"

"And what do you suggest we, do? Are you offering to go out there and take them all on single-handedly?"

Zade was staring at the floor, her face still burning.

"We live in a castle, Zade. Castles were built with one thing in mind -- defence. People have been trying to get into this castle for centuries, but none of them have ever succeeded. Was there anything else you wanted?"

"No..." replied Zade, shamefaced. "I'll just finish my joint and go back to bed. I'm sorry if I disturbed you. I don't know what you were doing, but I'm sorry if I spoilt things."

"Except you do know what we were doing in there. You're a useless liar, Zade. I can see it in your eyes. You saw exactly what we were doing, and more to the point you enjoyed it."

"I guess I'll see you both in the morning..."

"I think we need to have a little discussion now, don't you?" asked Abstruse, in what was more of a command then a request. "You should come in. It's cold in the hallway."

Zade followed her into the room, looking everywhere except where she knew the body was lying. The blood on her toes was still visible, although there was none to be seen on the floor. Vana was lying naked in bed, looking completely satisfied and at peace. She was gazing at Zade, a half-smile on her face. 

"Why don't you sit down, Sweet?" she asked, gesturing to the area of mattress beside her. "You look flustered."

Zade perched on the edge of a nearby chair, not allowing herself to relax for an instant. Her emotions were in a state of turmoil -- fear, arousal and disbelief blended together into a mindset that left her feeling numb.

"Have some wine -- you'll feel better." Nirvana rose from bed, completely naked. Their friendship was such that it was a sight Zade had seen dozens of times before, but that didn't make it any less breathtaking. 

Hours of yoga, jogging and gym sessions had left her with the kind of figure that just begged to be immortalised in a painting or sculpture. Zade followed her hourglass curves right up to her firm breasts, and watched her fluid movements across the room. She poured out a glass of deep burgundy wine and handed it over.

Abstruse moved back to the bed and sprawled regally with her back resting against the headboard. She watched as Zade took a sip of the wine.

"So how's your story coming along, Zade?" she asked. "You spent several hours on it this afternoon, didn't you? Do you have anything to show for it yet?"

The effects of the wine were immediate, and Zade was becoming slightly woozy. The room had taken on a hazy glow, and things real and imaginary were swimming in and out of focus.

"Not yet," she replied. "I've got the basic plot -- just working on a few of the sex scenes."

"And you decided to seek some extra inspiration?" asked Abs. "Isn't it strange how sometimes reality weaves a far more erotic tale than our imagination could ever manage."

Zade leaned back in her chair. She wasn't feeling right

"You should drink up, darling," observed Nirvana. "You're overwhelmed with so much right now that you really need to let it all wash over you and relax..."

"What percentage is this?" asked Zade, giving up the fight against the waves of dizziness washing over her.

"That is not important," replied Vana. The words were coming and going.

"...?" Abs' intonation rose, but Zade had no idea what she'd just said.

The candles flickered as a cold breeze swept through the room, and suddenly everything turned black.

Chapter 12

Zade's head was pounding and her throat was dry. She felt cold. Although that was nothing new in this building, the goosebumps rising across her skin alerted her to the fact that she was naked. She attempted to move, but her hands were tethered to the iron bed frame behind her head. And judging by the ache in her shoulders, she'd been in this position for quite some time. 

Slowly, she opened her eyes and allowed her surroundings to blur back into focus. She was back in the bed she shared with Femininity, but all the sheets had been stripped back, and the torches on the walls replaced with dozens and dozens of candles.




AH Fantasies Ch. 04



Opposite the bed she saw her three friends, candlelight flickering across their bare skin as soft moans filled the air. Zade closed her eyes and then opened them again. She definitely wasn't dreaming. Abstruse was in the process of kissing Femininity's neck, dragging her lips seductively up towards her ear, while Vana watched on, adding her fingers to the groping hands and bringing her lips down to Fem's nipples. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that Zade was awake, but deliberately left it a while before wandering over. 

"How are you feeling, Sweet?" she asked, running her fingers through Zade's soft hair.

"What the hell's going on?" 

"Shhh!" Vana raised a finger to Zade's lips. It was wet, and Zade instantly recognised the taste of her own girlfriend. She parted her lips and allowed the finger to enter her mouth. As she sucked on it, her mouth became filled with Fem's sweetness. It was a taste that never failed to drive her insane, and she took a deep, steadying breath.

"Do you know what made your girlfriend so wet?" continued Vana, moving her lips closer so that Zade felt every syllable against her ear -- "It was the idea of seeing you and me... making love... enjoying each other's bodies... making each other wet... while she and Abs look on..."

Zade turned her head aside as her mind raced. There had always been an unspoken sexual energy between her and Vana. Although Fem was comfortable sharing herself with all three women, it was something that Zade had never seriously dreamt of doing -- not because the attraction wasn't there, but because... She racked her brains. She couldn't give a reason why. 

Vana's fingers came to rest on her cheek, and turned her head slightly. She had moved her head even closer, and now her lips were almost touching Zade's. With a deep breath, she leaned forwards and began kissing the woman who, until now, had only been a friend. She had read the situation well. There was only a slight moment's hesitation before Zade was kissing her back, fighting against the restraints as the urge to pull this beautiful woman even closer overcame her

Sensing the struggle of her new lover, Vana broke from the kiss.

"Let me release your wrists... it's better this way." She reached up and unfastened the restraints. "Tonight I need to touch and be touched."

Zade moved her arms down slowly, and then wrapped them around Vana's waist. Somewhere in the shadows, she heard Femininity sigh. They kissed again, and this time the increased skin contact sent electricity down Zade's spine. She could feel Vana's nipples pressing firmly into her skin, and when she lifted her hips she felt a velvet wetness coming into contact with her own sex.

They rolled around in that position for a while before Vana moved onto her side, so that her head was resting on the pillow next to Zade. 

"Are you ok with this?" she asked somewhat needlessly.

Zade nodded. "As long as everyone else is."

"Enjoy it, baby." Fem stepped forward so that she was bathed in a soft candlelit glow. Abstruse was right behind her, her long arms snaking around Fem's waist and fingers creeping between her legs. Femininity tipped her head back and moaned. 

Instinctively, Zade reached out towards one of Vana's breasts and gave it a gentle squeeze. She already loved the responsiveness of this woman's body. They kissed again, but this time the passion was unbridled. Zade slid her tongue into Vana's mouth, and almost immediately felt the hair at the back of her head being pulled backwards. She responded by dragging her nails down Vana's back, and enjoying the sensation of her shuddering in her arms.

Fingers were already pushing their way between Zade's thighs. She was soaked with excitement, and got a thrill out of knowing that this would be blindingly obvious to everyone in the room. Her hand was resting on Vana's stomach when the first touch was made. She was being spread slowly open, a single finger trailing along the centre of her sex, spreading the wetness over her clit.

Zade moaned loudly, and moved her hand lower to allow her fingers to do some exploring of their own. It blew her mind when she discovered that Nirvana, for years a forbidden wet dream, was just as aroused as she was. Zade found her swollen clit in an instant and began rubbing it gently. Vana was mirroring her movements, and soon the kissing faded into simple lip-to-lip contact, ragged breath against ragged breath as they brought each other off.

Soon, both women were writhing at each other's finger tips. Zade could hear Femininity groaning as she watched the scene spiral out of all control. The constant stimulation was acting as a drug, as Zade became blind and deaf to the angry shouts from outside and flashes of lights as burning torches were flung against the windows. At one point she was sure she smelled smoke, but she was way beyond the point of caring about flames bursting out around her. There were already enough of those in the bed.

"I think it's time now, ladies," said Abs quietly. Reluctantly Vana withdrew her fingers and persuaded Zade to do the same. 

"You've seen and heard a lot tonight, haven't you, Zade?" she continued. "A lot of things that you'll never quite be able to get your head around, because you prefer to mistrust your own judgement and just look for the good in people -- which is a noble sentiment. But it also means that you never get to understand the real person. Do you know who we are, Zade?"

Zade turned towards Fem and then Vana, but there was a faraway look on their faces as they went out of their way to avoid eye-contact.

"A bunch of rampant dykes?" asked Zade.

Abstruse laughed. "You're not wrong there, but you're also stating the obvious. Come on! What happened to all your questions in the lounge this afternoon? Have they vanished from your consciousness along with the good-wife principles?"

"So..." Zade hesitated before saying the words. "Are you trying to tell me that I'm not going crazy and that everything I've witnessed tonight did actually happen?"

"It happened, baby," said Fem. "Things are very different now. We want them to be different for you, too."

"What are you trying to say?" asked Zade, breaking out into another sweat.

Abs sat on the edge of the bed, one arm behind her back. "They say that curiosity killed the cat, Zade. What they forgot to mention was the part about eternal life. Times like this you always wish it could stay this way forever, don't you?" For the first time that day there was a note of genuine warmth to her voice. "That you won't start getting old and losing your enthusiasm and drifting apart. That you'll always feel this energy, the joy of loving and being loved by other women. And it can be that way."

She stopped, and Zade hardly dared to breathe.

"It's all so easy, Zade. You only have to trust us and allow us to make you one of us. It can be like this forever. You just need to learn to let go."

She moved her arm around, and Zade caught sight of one of the knives. It seemed to sparkle even more under this light, and was being brought towards them. Zade watched on in horror as it hovered above a place on Vana's shoulder, and then scored a deep crimson line across the skin.

"You know what you need to do, Zade," murmured Femininity, who'd now moved to the other edge of the bed. "You know exactly what we are, and what you'll be if you trust your instincts. You're more perceptive than you think. It's not wrong to want this..."

Her voice trailed off as Zade moved on top of Vana and brought her lips to her shoulder. She ran her tongue along the cut and caught her breath as she tasted fresh blood. Vana pulled her head in closer so that her lips were directly on top of the wound, and soon Zade started losing herself in the craziness of the moment.

"Sixty-nine with me?" asked Vana slowly. Zade moved her head up and turned around so that she had one knee either side of Vana's head. She looked first at Abstruse, and then at Femininity before leaning down and plunging her tongue inside Vana.

Again, they mirrored each other's movements, but the intimacy of the position added fuel to their flames, and it wasn't long before both of them were nearing orgasm.

"Now, Fem," Zade heard Abs say from what felt like another dimension. Femininity's face suddenly appeared next to Vana's thigh. She dragged her tongue across it, before finding Zade's lips and beginning to kiss her.

In the meantime, Vana's tongue was showing now sign of slowing. Having two women kissing each other just inches away from her sex was the ultimate turn on, and as she squeezed Zade's clit with her teeth, Vana realised just how close she was to bringing this woman over the edge.

"Just trust me," breathed Fem into Zade's lips. "Everything'll be more than ok in a minute."

All Zade could do was moan back as Vana tongue plunged inside her. It proved to be the sensation that drove her over the edge. Her body arched as Fem's teeth found her neck, the combination of pain and pleasure blowing her mind completely. Time became meaningless as the orgasm and its aftershocks tore through her body. Fem's teeth were sinking deeper now her neck, draining her mortality until she was left with only the sensation of coming harder than she'd ever come before.

Chapter 13

The final bolt of lightning streaked across the sky outside. Dawn was breaking and lifting the darkness like the lid of a giant cauldron. The villagers had long since given up and gone home. It was a scene that had been repeating itself, not just for years, but for centuries.

Slowly the winds were dying down, and the rain fading back to a drizzle. The curtains of the bedroom remained drawn, even when the sun rose for the first time in weeks over Lake Geneva. 

As the four women slept, an unearthly stillness filled the room. None of them stirred. There was no need to keep a normal schedule anymore. After the exertions of the night, this was the time they needed to recharge their batteries and rest their tired bodies, because in another twelve hours darkness would fall once more. 



AH Fantasies Ch. 05



"Don't forget the wine!" Femininity said to Nirvana, just before she flipped her mobile phone shut. She grinned, leaned forward and kissed Scheherazade gently on the forehead. 

"There are some benefits to having a best friend whose family is in the winemaking business!" Zade winked at Fem. "I especially enjoyed the dry red wines she brought to our dinner party last month.

"You mean the bottle that you had one glass of and then proceeded to giggle uncontrollably for an hour?" Fem smiled impishly at her lover.

"Excuse me . . . It could not be helped! Abstruse it positively the funniest person I know! I would have giggled anyway!" Zade laughed at the memory. "They make a lovely couple, don't they?"

"As do we" Fem said, and pulled Zade closer for a kiss. "I remember that dinner party with very fond memories . . . very fond memories indeed . . . "

"Vana's black dress? Zade grinned. "That dress is unforgettable. Remember how Abs couldn't keep her hands off of Vana? Not that Vana seemed to mind." 

"Vana is a beautiful woman, and so is Abs. I'm so happy that the two of them are finally together. They're both ecstatically happy, and it's been months since they moved in together! I love seeing my friends happy." Fem picked up the two backpacks and carried it out the door. 

Zade grabbed the remaining backpack, and the stack of warm, fluffy blankets. "And I love seeing you happy, Darling. You make me happy… I know it's so sentimental but I just can't help it. "

"It seems as if 2006 really did turn into a year to remember. Only good things for 2007." Fem crossed her fingers. 

"Only good things, Babe. You lock up the house. I'll meet you in the car"





AH Fantasies Ch. 05



"I thought we were playing Rummy?"

 "I thought it was Poker."

 "Let's just make things up as we go along. Want another beer?"

 "Yeah." Fem tossed a card onto the table and took a quick drag from Abs cigarette. "What do you think they are talking about?"

 Abs placed two bottles of beer on the table and sat down. "Us, what else? Global warming?"

 "You're such a bitch." She took a drink from her beer. "Your deal."

 "You two seem quite comfortable together."

 "Yea we are. She's so much fun to be with and sexy too."

 "She's demented. I love her."

 "So?"

 "So what?"

 "How are things with you and Nirvana?"

 Abs took a drag from her cigarette and slowly let the smoke rise to the ceiling.

 "Things are beautiful. She makes me very happy and I love her deeply."

 "Deeply…I bet." Snickered Fem.

 "Stop eavesdropping on our sex life!" 

Their conversation was interrupted by Zade and Vana coming back from their walk. They were all four famished, and soon the smell of roasted garlic and herbs was heavy in the air. They all enjoyed the home made pizzas and noted that it was getting dark early. 

Just like the night before they were all four settled around the warm fire, each with the drink of their choice. Fem was feeling slightly uneasy about their morning conversation. Although Vana had said they were all extreme sexual beings, she wanted to make sure that the other couple were not uncomfortable with what had taken place in the kitchen. 

Fem said gently: "Vana, I didn't want to embarrass you in any way this morning. It's just that … Well, it's sexy, seeing those bruises."

Zade smiled at her lover. "Like this one?" She asked, moving the neck of her polar fleece sweater down, to reveal a nasty bite.

Fem smiled adventurously. "I did that?" 

Zade kissed her full on the lips. "You did that."

Nirvana added "I have always thought there should be a specific term for that – the physical, sexy little reminds from the previous night. The feeling the next day – being sore, from being severely fucked. It's heavenly. Moving in a specific way, and hurting and knowing she did that to me. 

"It sounds so hot when you say that." Abs whispered into Vana's ear, as she was reminded of the deep scratches on her back. 

We call it "left-overs" Zade said. 

"It looks sexy, too." Vana said in a whisper, back to Abs, yet loud enough for the other two to hear. "I love trailing my fingers gently over the scratch marks I left on your back last night … kissing down your spine as I make love to your bruises."

Nirvana's words from earlier, was on loop in Fem's head "We're all four very passionate and sexual beings. Let's just admit it." Added to that, there was Abs, who mentioned the previous day that she had been trying to "let go" of her emotions. Fem's head was spinning and her heart was pounding in her chest. She had always had feelings for Vana, and seeing Vana with Abs, and being in a sexy space, had only increased the attraction. She never would have dreamed of taking advantage of the situation, but this was different. She wanted to say something – to start the conversation in that direction, but she was unable to define exactly what "this" was. She felt so close to the other couple, both emotionally, and physically. She knew, from her long chats with Zade, that she understood, and felt similarly. They were all exceptionally comfortable with themselves, and with each other. If there ever was a chance of the four of them playing together, this was it. She was not about to let the opportunity pass by. 

"We've all come along way during the past few months in our relationships." She started. 

"Come along way" Zade snickered. "Well, yeah! I captured player of the year 2006, into being the best girlfriend in the world."

"You're such a good wife." Fem laughed impishly.

"I hate it when you call me that!" Zade called as she left the room for a moment. 

"Admit it – you secretly love it!" Fem joked back at her. 

Vana laughed, and as she did, she leaned forward and placed her hand gently on Femininity's knee. Electricity soared through Fem's body as she felt Vana's gentle touch. Their eyes met and in that moment, there was the unspoken promise of passionate possibilities. Fem placed a hand over Vana's, and looked over at Abs while she spoke. 

"I don't want us to wake up tomorrow morning and know we were drunk and it was all meaningless." 

"What was meaningless?" Zade asked, taking a long drag from her cigarette as she walked back in. 

"What do you want to do?" Abs faced Femininity, as she asked the inevitable question.

"How far, would you two go, in front of us?" 

"I find it incredibly sexy to watch others, to hear a couple making love . . . "Vana said softly. 

Abs ran the back of her hand gently over Vana's cheek. "Yes Baby, but . . . for me, there is certain boundaries. Sex is sacred. Maybe I'm just not ready to share you yet. "Vana kissed her hand and the next moment they were in each other's arms, sharing kisses and gentle touch. 

"Then that is when we will each take our leave and go our separate ways. Personally, I find it so hot, just knowing we will all be making love at the same time. "Fem glanced over at Zade, before she continued.

"We have three hours before twelve. Whatever happens in those three hours, happens, but when the clock strikes 12, let's bring in the New Year by coming together."

"Orgasming together?" Zade smiled wickedly. "Like at the same time? All four of us?" Regardless of where we are and with whom?"

"Synchronised fucking. I like it." Abs said as she licked Vana's neck.

The clock struck nine. 

Zade moved her legs, to sit directly behind Fem, her fingers starting to massage Fem's shoulders. "Let's start by chatting, just like we have been doing. Considering that we're going to come together, what is your favourite way of pleasing each other simultaneously?"

Abstruse and Nirvana looked at each other as Abs said "69, with her on top. I love burying my face inside her as she does the same to me."

"Fem loves my fingers. I'd say mutual masturbation is our favourite way. "Fem smiled and kissed her hand." You have wonderful fingers, Darling."

Vana shivered visibly." I love the image of two women laying side by side, their hands moving between each others thighs."

Abs swallowed hard. "I don't … we don't always need that type of touch to come together. Sometimes we don't need touch at all." We call them shadowgasms. It started with Vana being able to come without me touching her, or her touching herself. When I was still in the States, she would … we would play online, and it would be seriously sexy and very hot. I guess we took cyber sex to another level." The both smiled. 

Vana pulled her closer before Abs continued. "All she'd need was a few words – whether it was on a screen, or over the phone – just to push her over the edge and that in turn would bring me right there with her. I needed minimal touch before I could come with her. After that we played until we could both do it. It's like, she gets so turned on that she has to come, whether I physically make her come or not. It's a mind fuck. And when she does, the sound of her, the sight, the feeling is so incredible. And to know I did that to her – that makes me come.

"Well that's really hot." Zade said. "But Fem and I have always had this fantasy ..." She laughed and glanced over at Fem.

"I guess we all think of Vana and have fantasies" Fem said.

This was all encouragement Abs needed. Vana was sitting in front of her. Abs placed her hands on either side of Vana's hips, and pulled her up, onto her lap, facing away from her. Her hands slowly pulled up Vana's skirt, to expose more of her deliciously sexy skin, as she moved Vana to a more comfortable position on her lap. Vana played with, moving herself so that her behind was, at first rubbing, and then settling perfectly against her lover. In the process, she opened her legs slightly, and placed them on either side of Abs's legs. Abs moved her hands to Vana's knees, and slowly started caressing the insides of her legs, as she kissed her neck. 

Zade and Fem were kissing passionately on the couch, their hands moving all over each other's bodies. Fem's hands were already cupping Zade's breasts, feeling her nipples push into her palms. The fact that both couples were in the same room, and could experience what the other couple was doing, made the encounter incredibly hot. 

In that moment, they stopped holding back and let themselves express what they were feeling. 

"I love watching them. " Zade said, as she took control, flipped Fem over, and slid down between Fem's legs. She pushed up Fem's shirt, and started kissing her way up from her belly button, to her exposed breasts. 

Vana watched them, as Abs caressed her inner thighs. She was throbbing with need, as she placed her hands over Abs's, and moved them up higher and higher between her legs, where, eventually Abs's hands came into contact with her very wet panties.  

Abs groaned into her neck, as she kissed her skin, and felt Vana arching her back, leaning into her, longing for her touch. 

"Please …. Baby …" Vana breathed. 

"No more words . . . only touch." Abs said as her fingers stroked over Vana's panties. 

Fem and Zade were engrossed in each other. Zade opened the buttons of Fem's jeans, and played with the edge of her panties as she licked her navel. Fem shivered, and buried her hands in her lover's hair, as she pulled her closer. 

Although the two couples were on either side of the room, they were in close proximity of each other, and could experience every sounds and every sight. Minutes went by, the air hot with anticipation as they continued their exploration.

"I need more space" Zade said, as she slid even further down Fem's body. 

"Bedroom?" Fem asked, as Abs spanked Vana's bottom hard, to get her off her lap. The sound resonated through the room. 

The clock struck ten.





AH Fantasies Ch. 06



Chapter 06: Falling's Follies

Author's note: This is a chapter in the chain story 'AH Fantasies'. All the characters are real persons, but their true identities are masked by an 'online' identity. This is a fantasy, and none of the events described actually happened. Perhaps someday they will. A special thanks to FallingToFly who took no offense with any part of the fantasy (thank the gods and goddesses of every universe), and a huge thank you to CopyCarver, whose editing made the story readable.

Character list:

Skip1934a (narrator) -- Duke of Stonybrook - Skip from Castle Stonybrook.

FallingToFly -- Duchess Falling at Castle Carnalmount - "Your Grace" is a Duchess in her own right -- Duchess of Florafawn_

Kiten-69 -- Lady Katrina from Castle Catabury - She is the daughter of Duke of Catabury 

Trombonus -- Lord Tromas from Castle Trombonus - He is the firstborn of Duke of Tromble 

RedHairedandFriendly -- Lady Crimson from Castle Redbloom - She is the daughter of Duke of Roseland 

Remec -- Lord Remec -- from Castle Rollingrock - Son of Duke of Remington

Ungenderless- Lady Juliana from Castle Jewelnaught - Daughter of Duke of Uniquest 

DeathLynx -- Duke of Shadows - Linx from Castle Shadowland

S-Des -- Duke of Desmond - Des from Castle Breezynook. 

BlackRose -- Lady Roseland from Castle Orange. Youngest daughter of Duke of Orange

Crimson Maiden -- Lady Raven from Castle Ravenwulf - Daughter of Duke of Ravenwulf.

Rgraham666 -- Duke of Graham -- Rob from Castle Crackers

With cameo appearances by: Fem, Zade, Abs, Vana, DampPanties, minx, EL, cloudy, imp, fallen, trini, Rogue, Rachlou, Vella, Feee, inlovewithyourghost, SelenaKittyn, Sweetsubsarah, Sophia Jane, Nosferatuness, Matriarch, Minsue, Tom Collins, Mckenna, The Fool, Joe, SEVERUSMAX, Sal, slyc willie, curt, woody, and Neonurotic, and the proverbial one who got overlooked (this is YOU, if your name isn't in the list).

*

Circa 1507 (late Middle-Ages)

We usually gather online at Falling's 'place in the middle of nowhere.' But this time was different. The lovely lady invited us all to her real home in north Florida. It was springtime, and the flowers were in full bloom, the azaleas were at their best, and the temperature was seasonal for north Florida. A bit warmer than most other places we could have met. But that was a good thing. We planned a lot of outdoor activities - swimming in the pool, riding horseback, grilling out, and a few others I'll get to later.

I suggested we have a theme for the gathering, and proposed a medieval setting. Everyone agreed, so I Fed-exed chainmail to everyone so we'd all be in the proper attire. As a Knight in Shining Armor, I already had mine, of course. I just knew all the ladies would look spectacular in their chainmail bras and panties. Falling would furnish the mighty steeds from her stables.

I went down early to help get everything set up. I took a large medieval tent with a little banner on top, inscribed with 'Falling's Follies.' I set it up in the front yard and found it was exactly the right size to fill the lawn. We'd use it as sleeping quarters for those that would not be able to find space inside the castle, er... I mean, the house. I lined the driveway with low rope stringers embellished with small banners announcing the destination to be Falling's Carnalmount Castle.

We had a hog to slaughter for the ceremonial feast, which we would roast on a spit over an open fire. Falling had decorated the house to include medieval wares of various kinds, including a pair of full armor suits on mannequins guarding the entrance. So we were set for the gathering. Only a very few of us had ever met another of the group in the real world, so it would be a first time meeting for most.

I know I was surprised at the diminutive size of 'Her Grace' when I first saw her. But what she lacked in physical size, she made up in heart, style, and gumption. She was a lovely sight to behold. Flowing blonde hair, green eyes that sparkled, a smile that would melt an iceberg, and a voice that would melt the heart of any man or woman. And her legs were as beautiful as her Maker could create. She had always claimed that she was lacking in breast and derriere, but I could find no fault whatsoever. A 'Maid Marian' to be sure. She spoke as eloquently as she writes. I was a bit uneasy at our first meeting, not knowing quite what to do. Should I hug her? Kiss her hand? Her cheek? In the spirit of the theme I reached for her hand, bringing it to my lips for a soft kiss. 

"I am at your service, Your Grace."

"Why thank you, kind sir. Please come in." She hugged me and ushered me in, offering a seat and then a drink. We made small talk for a few minutes. Then I mentioned that I should set up the tent and streamers to add to the festive ambience we hoped to achieve.

It took a while to get the tent set up and the driveway lined with the welcome streamers, but it was finally done, and if I may say so, it looked authentic. Author's note: I have no idea what looks authentic. I just said that to make the story sound realistic.

While I was setting up the tent, Duchess Falling was busy getting the pool ready, putting the finishing touches on the stables and marking the riding paths. Finally, all was ready. And just in time. No sooner had we taken a break for light refreshment, when the floodgates opened, and the guests began pouring in. Another stupid author's note: I know 'floodgates' doesn't fit the scenario, but I couldn't thing of a cliché that fit. If you don't like it, write your own damn fantasy.

The guests arrived in such rapid succession I can't remember who was first or last, or anywhere in between. Does it matter? If it does to you, you should have been here sooner so you could keep track. All I remember is that one of Duchess Falling's peons, who was appointed the duty, started announcing the arrivals of all the dignitaries (nobles, if you will). Everyone was directed to the pool behind the castle (Yeah, castle. This is a fantasy, remember?) Beside the pool were tables filled to overflowing with finger food, modern-day junk food, and a full bar. A very full bar. Another author's note: This is a non-erotic story, but there will be some mention of sex as we go along. Just bear with me, okay?

Sometime in the late afternoon, after everyone had had way too much to drink, (no, this is not the sex part. Don't be so impatient.) all the ladies were giggling and all the gentlemen (yes, gentlemen -- this IS a fantasy) were four sheets to the wind (another misplaced cliché, three is the norm, but we were drunker than that), things began to get a bit racy. The ladies had all changed from their travel wear to chainmail bikinis, and the gentlemen (see note above) were wearing chainmail as well. As you might expect, soon ladies were being tossed into the pool without regard to their individual abilities to swim. Have any of you ever tried to swim wearing chainmail? Ladies (damsels in distress) were beginning to yell for help, and all the gentlemen (see note above) rushed to the rescue.

As you might expect, everyone being drumbk and all, there was a lot of groping, cuddling, molesting and (add your own favorite sexual reference here) going on. Then people started pairing off, dispersing to various places around the grounds. I remember seeing Duke Desmond carrying Lady Katrina toward the stables. I suspected they wanted to choose their steeds for the riding scheduled for the next day. Don't you? I was so engrossed in watching them that I failed to notice many of the other pairings. Author's note: If you are a character in this story, use your imagination for selecting who you were with. I'm not about to choose for you. But I will tally the group. Besides Duke Desmond and Lady Katrina, there were, in no ranking of importance, Skip (narrator) -- Duke of Stonybrook, Falling -- Duchess Falling, Trom -- Lord Tromas from castle Trombonus, Red -- Lady Crimson from castle Redbloom, Remec -- Lord Remec -- from castle Rollingrock, Ungie- Lady Juliana from castle Jewelnaught, Deathlynx- Duke of Shadows, Rose -- Lady Roseland from castle Orange, and MagicaPractica- Lady Magina from castle Mystique, and rgraham666 -- Duke of Graham from Castle Grackers. Six gentlemen, six ladies. Convenient, huh? (Author's note: If you don't find yourself listed here, and wanted to be included, just pick one of the characters you don't know very well, and kick them over in a corner and take their place. E-mail me your ID. Best I can do.)

Somebody grabbed my hand and led me to the stables as well. We, too, would choose our mounts for the next day, I supposed. We were the last to arrive, and when we entered, I could see nothing but bare bodies entwined in a hopeless mass. Chainmail was scattered in disarray all over the interior of the stables. There was licking, pouncing, pounding, sucking, and molesting of every nature legal during the Middle Ages underway. I think I might have been involved in my first ever orgy. (This is a reference to sex, for all those who were waiting.)

Can't say it wasn't fun. I think everybody there fucked everybody else there who would let them. We all ended up sleeping through the night on the stable floor. Nobody even thought about the tent I had set up on the front lawn. All that planning and work for naught. Some of Duchess Falling's peons woke us when breakfast was ready. After a quick lap in the heated pool (sure they had heated pools in the Middle Ages-- heated by warm springs), everyone enjoyed a wonderful, hearty breakfast. All the ladies then retired to within the castle to prepare themselves for the day. It took a hell of a long time, too, I might add. I think there may have been some hanky-panky going on in there. (Author's note: This is still another oblique reference to sex, for those who are still looking for it.) 

Finally the ladies emerged from the castle, faces blushed, and bosoms lifted high in their riding attire. Her Grace, Falling, led us to the stables where peons had readied all the steeds for the (now early afternoon) excursion. Since this is a fantasy, everyone was an excellent rider. (Author's note: In real life my riding experience has been such that the damn horse went wherever it wanted, and I hung on for dear life.) I made certain that the pig was roasting over a hot bed of medieval charcoal, and we were off. Fortunately we remembered to bring a few Middle Ages sandwiches and ale with us. As you might expect, ale from the middle-ages was quite well fermented. The sandwiches? Well, the bread was a bit stale, and the lunchmeat and tomatoes dried out a little, but the salt was holding up nicely.

We had a jolly good time, except for one little mishap. Not to worry. Everything turned out well. Lady Julianna's mount, frightened by a child's plastic snake placed by some malicious kid right on the path we were on, bolted, and were it not for the marvelous equestrian skills of Her Grace, Falling, who rescued the lady by racing cross-country to close the gap between the two steeds and bringing the runaway to a halt, it might have been an unhappy excursion. I would have given chase myself, but even in this fantasy, I remembered my real life experiences with horses and thought better of it. Lady Julianna seemed a bit uneasy, so we all dismounted and cuddled her back to calm. Stroking her in certain places seemed to give her the treatment needed to bring her off -- er - back to normal. Her level of excitement did seem to go out of control a time or two, but finally all was well. Soon dusk was approaching and we all agreed that the feast that awaited us beckoned us back to the castle.

As we started back, I noticed a large private bus moving slowly along the road adjacent to the property. When we finally got back to the castle, we dismounted and castle staff led our mounts to the stable to be put to bed for the night. We made our way as a group to the pool area, and what we found surprised us. There was the bus I had seen, now parked in the drive leading to the castle, and the pool area was overflowing with people. Looked like maybe forty, plus or minus a few. I only recognized some of them, but some of those in our group seemed to recognize others as well. It turned out to be a busload of people from the Author's Hangout at Literotica. The group was traveling the country, crashing every gathering they came upon. The castle staff had entertained and served them well, and they seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. There were greetings and introductions all around, and as soon as introductions were made, it was obvious who they were. Some had come a very long way to be here, even a few from overseas.

One group, over near the bar included Fem, Zade, Abs, Vana, DampPanties, minx (who I had proofed a story for at Literotica), EL, cloudy, imp, fallen, trini, Rogue, Rachlou, and Vella. Looked to me like a hen party of the highest order.

Another group was near the spit with our roasted pig. That group had Feee, inlovewithyourghost, SelenaKittyn, Sweetsubsarah, Sophia Jane, Nosferatuness, Matriarch, Minsu, Tom Collins, and Mckenna. They all had drinks in their hands, and were sniffing the pig as if they wanted to devour it.

Then over at the far end of the pool was the last group. All men, and all watching a football game on television. Author's note: Television was in it's infancy during the middle ages, but Her Grace had the latest model Muntz available, in big screen -- 8 inches. I discovered the names for all the guys, and they'll lynch me if I leave any of them out. So there was The Fool, Joe, Rob, SEVERUSMAX (he shouts a lot, I guess 'cause his name is all caps), Sal, slyc willie, curt, woody (is there an innuendo there somewhere?), and Neonurotic, 

Author's note: If anybody is missing, I live on 1st street, in the capitol of Zimbabwe. Everybody there knows me. You can complain in person when you find me there.

As luck would have it, the football game ended just as the foreman of the castle staff announced that the gourmet pink pig was ready to serve. The Crusaders beat the crap out of the Seljuk's in the ballgame, 296 to minus 190. People rushed to the serving line and a few were trampled, but no serious damage was reported. The castle staff had wisely erected makeshift picnic tables (read gluttony stations) to seat everyone, and the meal was a boisterous success. To use a medieval cliché, everybody pigged out. Author's note: That term was actually first used at a nobleman's feast in the South of Gaul, when people really had gall. 

As the meal drew to an end, people started forming small groups, from pairs up to six or seven to a group, and wandering off around the castle grounds, clothing dropping wherever it was discarded along the way. The castle staff had a hell of a time cataloging it all, by owner, for return at a later time. 

Author's disclaimer: Don't ask me who was in which group. I'm not dumb enough to try to group any of this crowd with any others. All I can say is that if you ended up in the wrong crowd it's your own damn fault. And if you found yourself in no group at all, go take a shower and get rid of your B.O. There's an ample supply of frankincense and Liz Taylor Passion in each shower stall. (Yes, I believe Liz was around during the middle ages. She was on her 126th husband about then.)

The next morning the castle staff served a scrumptious breakfast, and the busload of guests slowly gathered what they could find of their belongings and headed for the tour bus. There were hugs and kisses all around, and gracious words of thanks for the wonderful evening and the marvelous breakfast. Castle staff loaded the unclaimed belongings in the cargo bay of the bus to be sorted and distributed later.

The nobility took refuge in the pool area to relax and tell tales of their weekend that would soon be coming to an end. From time to time a pair or small group would wander off, only to return later with clothing in disarray and makeup smudged or on the wrong lips. I looked for the television set that had been at the end of the pool the day before, but there was no sign of it anywhere. I inquired of the castle staff and they told me they had not seen such a contraption in their entire lives. Author's note: I hate being lied to, don't you? I knew damn well there had been one the previous day.

Oh, well. Maybe it will turn up somewhere, sometime. We all ate a light lunch, and the gentlemen helped me strike the tent and load it into my transportation. Falling wanted to keep the driveway streamers as a memento of the occasion, so they were placed in the stable. About mid-afternoon we all took a stroll around the grounds, solidifying our friendships. Author's note: If there was any sex for you sex-thirsty perverts to read about, I didn't see any, unless you count the kissing, groping, and fondling.  

We made it back to the castle just as the staff trumpeter was sounding a fanfare announcing the readiness of the evening banquet. I think it may have just been a dinner bell, but this IS a fantasy, so just go with me on the trumpeter thing, okay?

The banquet was the real deal. A myriad of toasts preceded the seven courses with wine appropriate for each, and desserts to die for. I shouldn't say this, but I did see a little hanky-panky during the meal. No, I'm not going to describe it. Author's note: Here's your chance to have a little fantasy within a fantasy. Imagine the hanky-panky of your choice with the noble(s) of your choice.

As the evening wore down, I found myself in close proximity to Her Grace, and she invited me to join her for a nightcap. We went inside and one nightcap led to another, and soon I was feeling no pain. My eyes began to droop, and maybe what I saw was a dream. Her Grace was on a couch with a young man, and they were talking softly, and drinking vodka. As they continued to talk, their speech became a bit slurred, and then I saw them begin to remove the other's clothing. In only a few minutes they were coupling right before my eyes, kissing, groping, fondling, and then fucking. Hard. Her Grace was moaning, and words I couldn't quite understand came from deep in her throat. She shifted, rising to the back of the couch, and the young man followed, re-inserting, then stroking faster, faster, faster. He was holding her hips to gain deeper penetration, and then in mid-stoke the couch toppled over, dumping the couple onto the carpet, still engaged. The young man reached for anything to stop the fall, and pulled the fish tank over, cracking as it hit the carpet, spilling small fish onto the carpet. Her Grace seemed to have struck her head on a coffee table behind the couch, and I saw some slight bleeding from her scalp, but it quickly stopped.

I woke early the next morning. We were to wrap up the festivities. I was lying naked, face down, on the patio. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was an empty vodka bottle just out of reach at my fingertips. I glanced to my left as I rose up on my arms, and saw Her Grace conked out, naked, not two feet away. There was another vodka bottle, empty as the other, in her right hand. I tried to figure out why we were there. Then a memory of what I thought was a dream came wandering into my head. I slowly came to my feet and I turned to look into the den just inside the patio doors. The room was a wreck. The couch was overturned, an end table was on its side, the fish tank was busted, with a vodka bottle stuck through the glass, and little dead fish were scattered over the wet carpet. Another empty bottle lay on the carpet next to the fallen fish tank. I remembered seeing a young man, but there was no evidence of him now.

Her Grace woke then, and seemed confused as well. When she stood and looked into the den, she broke into peals of laughter. When she finally stopped laughing, she put her arm around my waist and said, "I guess it wasn't a dream. Let's go get cleaned up. We have breakfast to put out."




AH Fantasies Ch. 06



When I returned to the den after showering and dressing, I was stunned to find the room back in perfect order. The couch, end table, fish tank, and carpet were as they were the very first time I saw them three days before. The fish were swimming merrily in the tank, the carpet not wet with water spilled from the tank. I glanced to the patio and didn't see the two vodka bottles, and there were four empty vodka bottles on the end table. Her Grace came in moments after I did, and said, "Let's get the breakfast out, shall we?" No mention of the condition of the den. As she picked up the four empty bottles she said, "We probably should get rid of the evidence of any debauchery." So, it was a dream after all. Or was it? Maybe a fantasy?



AH Fantasies Ch. 07



 Author's Note: This story contains sexual situations involving restrained wrists and a couple of light swats, no other BDSM scenes. This is a MFMM fantasy containing anal, vaginal and oral sex. I want to thank all the folks who are writing in this chain for allowing so many writers to "use" you in their stories. A special thank you goes out to: jushorny, joeys_game and neonurotic for granting me permission to bring my fantasy to life and to MagicaPractica for editing services. Most of all for CrimsonMaiden for her willingness to organize this chain and feminity for thinking it up. Enjoy the story and feel free to vote or comment if you like. Thanks again to Literotica for just existing. ~ Red 





AH Fantasies Ch. 09



Chapter 09: Scarlett's

I had had just about all of work I could take. The normal order of things had been falling down around me all day, and the call of the coming three day weekend was just too strong. "Fuck it," I said in a half-whisper to no one in particular. I looked up at the clock and it was only one in the afternoon; I'd just been back from dinner for half-an-hour. I shook my head, turned off my computer and grabbed my coat. My boss saw me walking past his office and he cleared his throat. 

"Sorry man," I said, pulling my arms through the sleeves. Ordinarily I'd have gone without the jacket, but it was Spring and there were storms popping up without notice in this part of the world. "I gotta get the hell out of here or I'm gonna bury someone in the footing of the new building," I said without remorse, hitching a thumb in the general direction of the brand-new factory our company was building across the parking lot from our current one. I got what we call "The Eyebrow of Disbelief" in the place of a "Oh hell no; you didn't just say that."

"I gotta," I said, shaking my head. "My 40 hours are already in and I'm out. Have a good weekend and I'll see you Tuesday, man." He shook his head and grunted something that passed for a "Thank you for your thoughts, and you are in mine as well. Please feel free to leave early and enjoy your weekend." Though, in retrospect it sounded a lot more like "lazy little bitch."

Work was regressing from my mind with every step toward the door. The workers were no longer Gladys, Sara, and Casey. They were tight asses and heaving chests encased in cloth. They weren't factory workers. They were obsessions, with barely-noticeable nipples drawing my eyes up from their shapely thighs and hips. They had ceased to be my co-workers and underlings. They had simply become blondes, brunettes, redheads, and that sultry, sexy little Asian girl.

I damn near walked into the door instead of through it. I hit the handle quickly to avoid looking like a complete ass and the fresh air hit me like a sack of hammers. Goddamn did it feel good to be out of work early on a Friday for the first time in more than three months. Experience had taught me that there's only one place to go when it's Friday, you've got some cash in your pocket, and you're in the mood to drool over the scenery: Scarlet's.

The bar was on the third floor of a building downtown. I don't know what sadistic fuck decided that was a good idea, but I know that since Scarlet snatched it up a couple years ago, the place had a booming base of regulars, and in the college town full of young professionals, there was any persuasion of meat on display in the huge bar. It had gone from a third rate dive to one of the best bars I've been to in my life; having grown up in what was the essential party town in the Midwest, I'd like to think I'd experienced some good ones.

I was there before I knew what was really happening. My brain was on auto pilot and my eyes were soaking in the sights in the cars beside me. More than one of the girls in their Daddy's cars made me lick my lips to keep from drooling, but most of them were a little young; hell, some of them weren't even legal, but it's never illegal to look.

My car found an assortment of empty spots downtown, so I took a close one. I planned on being at the bar for the next 12 or 14 hours, so I figured, the closer I park, the easier it'll be when I try to find the car when I was ready to leave. The staircase, once dark and narrow, had become well lit and narrow. Street signs, old neon signs, and various vendor posters hung on the climb up to Scarlet's, but the improvement in scenery from a few years back didn't mean that the climb still wasn't steep as shit. At least Scarlet had had the common sense to install some brass hand rails for the climb.

The place was not as dead as I'd expected it to be. Scarlet was behind the bar, looking like she just showed up and she'd probably be running the bar all night. She gave me a cross look when I came in. Her hands went to her hips, her bright blue eyes sparkling darkly. Her head shook and a loose coil of her curly crimson hair shook out from behind her ear.

"Dark, damn it. No fights tonight, all right?" she said sternly. A couple of the regulars at the bar both threw looks and then nods in my direction as they smoked fondled their cigars and went back to their discussion. My hands turned palm-up in front of me and an innocent, sheepish grin crossed my face.

"What?" I half-whined. My hands moved, most of my knuckles cracking as they traveled to find their places on my hips. "That guy hit me, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember," Scarlet said, rolling her eyes. "I remember you fiddling with his girlfriend all night, too. You had it coming,"

"Well, I just figured if he wasn't taking care of her...and besides, what happened to self-defense?"

"HE WAS HALF YOUR FUCKING SIZE!" Scarlet said, apparently a little louder than she had meant to, she licked her lips and looked down, her hand ambient wiping the bar in front of her.

"Okay, I promise I'll play nice," I said. "Tonight," I qualified after a short pause. Scarlet shook her head and a smile wrapped around her lips, her gorgeous hair shaking with her movement.

"Jesus Christ, just don't break anything tonight, hon."

"Promise," I said, sitting down in front of her. Even with the interior of the U-shaped bar being nine inches taller than the floor, I was still looking her in her gorgeous sapphire pools.

"What will you have today then?" she asked.

"Well, I figure I'm gonna go reset the high score on my game again, so nothing that'll get me too sloppy. Bombay and Tonic sounds about right," I said, leaning back. My eyes drifted down her creamy neck to her ample bosom and it's canyon-like cleavage that was almost constantly on display. She had on a tight red lace top today, and I was pretty sure she was trussed up in a corset or something under it. She must have nodded, I caught that stray strand of hair bobbing out of the corner of my eye as she turned. I got a good look at her ass as she got a glass, two lime slices from the fridge, and the Bombay Sapphire from the top shelf. She mixed it perfect, as always, and before she turned I had fished a ten out of my back pocket and had it sitting on the bar. A well manicured, dark crimson tipped set of finger nails pulled the bill off the lacquered wood and she put it in the till.

"Change today?" she said, knowing full well that it was all hers.

"You know better," I said, nodding to her as I stood up. 

"Fool, Abs," I said nodding again as I walked past the two at the bar. Fool, one of the bars greatest poets and the most regular of the regulars waved at me as I walked by, not stopping the dialog he was engaged in with the sexy brunette who was in mid-drag from her thick cigar. She nodded to me, and pulled the thick brown stub from her mouth just long enough to blow a smoke ring past me as I made it back to my haven: the game room.

The normally quiet air began to be parted by simulated gunshots and bright flashes as I wandered my path back to my electronic Mecca. My ears knew the sounds too well. Someone was playing my game, and I had a good idea of who it was. I leaned against the heavy wood of the open doorway, drink in hand, and took in the site of Scarlet's friend from down South. She'd been in and out fairly regularly; I'd talked with her here and there. She went by the name of Crimson and she was staying up in this part of the country until summer; waiting out the weird weather we'd been having all winter long. Normally her kids were at day care and she was helping Scarlet get the bar straightened up for the night rush. From my angle, her normally busy self was shifting her weight and blasting away at aliens with the fake hand gun. I kept my eyes glued on her fine ass, clad in a pair of slightly loose jeans. I waited for the game to come to a slow spot and cleared my throat loudly.

"Fuck!" she said, nearly jumping out of her skin. "Gave me a fucking heart attack!" she said, her drawl making the profanity sound sweet, sultry, and definitely arousing. I smiled my Cheshire cat grin and saluted her with my G&T. The cool glass met my lips and the self-medication began. I nodded to her and shifted my eyes to the video game screen behind her. She whipped around and started plugging away at the aliens, barrels, and anything else explosive.

"Nice to see you, too," I said after swallowing. I licked my lips as I took in her shape, my eyes undressing her from the top of her head to her sneaker-clad feet. I wasn't lying; I could stare at that body all day, fantasizing and imagining. I managed to divert my eyes back to the game over her shoulder. "Hey, shoot that green thingy in the upper right-hand corner," I said softly, the ice clinking in my glass as it met my lips again a second later. She did and the screen faded to black, a "Secret Zone" full of power ups and extra points appearing.

"Thank you," she said, her trigger finger making the game thunder and echo with the sound of gunfire in the small room. "Played this game before?" she asked, her head turning so her eye could catch mine for a second before returning to the game. I laughed a little bit. She went back to concentrating on the game, I went back to undressing her with my eyes, trying to figure out what kind of panties she may or may not have been wearing. The game ended all-to-soon, but not before my mind let me practically feel her warm flesh under my hands as I imagined running one up under her shirt and the other checking the question burning in my mind. Crim scored well enough to get her name on the board, and she seemed dismayed that her 957,895 points earned her last place. "Son of a bitch," she said lowly. "Who the fuck is DRK?" I looked at the screen, knowing what it would say. The top nine positions were all maxing out at 999,999 points, and all by DRK.

"I am," I said, taking another slug out of my drink.

"But your name isn't..." she said, thinking for a second.

"The Darkness. Old 'net handle. Started using it back in '96."

"You're fucking good," she complimented. I saluted her with my glass and smiled.

"Not so bad yourself," I said, giving her a good look up and down, the smile on my face turning into something other than appreciative as a twinkle in my eye joined it, completing the predatory look I get when I see something I want. She smiled and the air filled with a silence between the two of us. "I suppose I'll have to roll the score again to take back all the top positions," I said, pushing off the door frame and stepping toward the game. Crim moved aside, picking up her Coke and taking a swig out of it. I pulled three quarters out of my pocket and plunked them into the front of the game, squared off in front of it and got ready to reclaim what was mine.

"Always gotta be on top?" she said, sounding a little dejected. I know she'd worked hard to get that high score of hers, and it was kind of a dick thing to do, just jumping on like that, but I needed to blow off some steam from work or else Scarlet probably would have had to kick me out for life.

"Not always," I said, looking at her for a split second before I shot my attention back to the game. In that brief second, I managed to rake my eyes up and down her body and I'm pretty sure I subconsciously licked my lips. The opening scenes of the game rolled and I took a final swig of my G&T, draining it down to nothing but ice and fruit. I missed the first few guys and got hit once; my mind wasn't in the game. I kept seeing scenes involving a hot tub, Scarlet on one side of me, Crim on the other, all of us naked and randy as fuck. My mouth kept going dry and got wasted in no time flat. 

"You sure you're this mythical DRK?" she asked playfully. I looked back at her and she had sat on the pinball game nestled into the corner, her eyes twinkling as she taunted me. "I don't think you are, and I don't think you can beat my score," she teased further.

"Oh? Sounds like a bet to me," I said crossing my arms over my chest as I leaned back against the game. "Or is it a dare?" I asked, the insatiably suggestive grin returning to my face.

"A bet," she said, taking another drink of her soda.

"All right, I accept. Name your terms," I said, slowly licking my lips.

"Okay, the bet is that you're not this DRK fucker and that you can't beat my score," Crim said, her accent making my pants suddenly uncomfortable. "When you lose, you get to wear a bright pink t-shirt all night and every hour, on the hour, you get to sing "I'm a Little Tea Pot" at the top of your lungs while standing on the bar." I couldn't help but laugh, but Crim was dead serious, that devilish twinkle in her brown eyes and her teeth were slightly biting into her lower lip.

"Deal. And when you don't win, I get you," I said very clearly.

"Beg your pardon?" she said, her eyes wide, the smile gone from her face as her mind crunched through what I just said.

"You heard me. When I roll the score over, I get you. Right here even, in the game room," I said, my grin growing. She looked around, and the tip of her pink tongue snaked out along her lips, trying to wet them. "Don't even pretend you don't know what I mean." Her eyes melted, I could almost hear her mind going and I could tell she was running her tongue along her teeth. Her right eye squinted a little bit and she smiled.

"Don't know what I'm worried about, you're not DRK, anyway," Crim said, stealing my Cheshire grin.

"Hey Dark!" interrupted Scarlet's voice from the bar. "You dry yet, hon?" I kept my eyes locked on Crimson's and I saw the color drain from her face as something of an "oh shit" started dancing in her eyes.

"Nope, I'm good for the moment," I shouted back, plunked my three quarters in and started my game. I kept my eyes on Crim the entire time, not letting my eyes leave hers. The opening sequence began and ended, and the aliens of the game started appearing. I took a hit and I wasn't shooting back, and the color came back in her face as she turned up a smile.

"I fucking knew it!" she said, her drawl sending shivers up and down my spine. Still not looking I shot the screen. "HA!" she laughed, "you pegged a cop! Two more hits and you're done!"

"I'm not going to get hit again," I said confidently. I shot again, striking my target dead-center.

"Are you trying to lose?" she almost choked out. I shook my head and smirked, waiting another two seconds before shooting the last cop in the level. "That's it, that's all your life!" she said, bouncing on her toes. My eyes shot down to her chest and followed her nice rack as it bobbed with her body. "You're done, buddy, that's...hey, what the hell?"

"Welcome to the secret version of the game," I said and turned to face the game screen. "This is called Kron Hunter Mode. Turns you into one of the aliens, and you get to kill aliens. Worth almost double points for everything and you have better weapons." Crimson's hands went to her pockets while her head and shoulders dipped a little bit.

"Aw fuck," she whispered as I started clearing the level in near record time, even for me.

"That's right, sweetie. Fuck is the operative word in that statement," I said, my cock stirring in my pants and my trigger finger twitching on the gun. She stepped back from my peripheral vision and I focused on the game. It wasn't until the hardest part of the zone that I felt her manicured nails dip under my t-shirt and rake against my abs. Goose bumps erupted in waves across my twitching muscles and I could feel my hair stand up on end.

"What the fuck?" I asked, as I cleared the zone. "Hey, lady, we had a bet..."

"And we never said anything about," she started, pausing long enough to mash her impressive chest against my back kiss my neck with her luscious lips. "Interference," she breathed against my ear lobe as one hand drifted up my chest and the other started massaging my rapidly engorging cock through my khakis.

"Fuck," I moaned as the next zone started. I was having issues concentrating and I was missing points left and right. The more I missed, the more Crim giggled behind me. I let my left arm drop and it shot to the firm ass behind me and gave it a gentle, tickling squeeze. The giggle was replaced by a moan and I pulled her closer to me; close enough I could feel the heat start to radiate from her crotch. I kept pulling the trigger and kept trying to concentrate on the game, but Crimson was trying as hard as she could to distract me. Her efforts weren't the only hard thing.

"Ooooh, what's this?" she said breathlessly, the heat from her voice crashing into my neck like a drunken rhino. My toes started to tingle as she started really stroking my length through the fabric. "Must be uncomfortable in there," she cooed. I couldn't even breathe as I was still trying to shoot aliens, keep my balance, and enjoy the feeling of her hand sliding up my pant leg only to slide into the waist band of my pants, finding my raging cock at almost full mast. I felt her hand slide over the head, already slick with pre cum and I just about fell into the video game.

"Hey now," I breathed heavily, sliding my hand around her hip and seeking the source of her heat as she had sought mine. 

"Ease down there, tiger," she said, licking my ear as she did. "You want to play with that, you have to earn it," Crim mewed and pushed my hand out of the way. There was no way I was going to let her slip out of my fingers after that. The rest of the game was a blur; I was getting a hand job and her lips were everywhere on my body. I finally saw the score roll past 999,999 points and I dropped the gun, no longer caring about anything other than the impassioned redheaded nymph that had been coaxing every fiber of my body to lose.

"Well fuck me," her voice crashed against my neck like the calm before the storm as I blasted the last of my initials into the game's high score list.

"Now there's the idea," I said, spinning on my heels and picking her up at the waist, spinning her around and carrying her over to the pinball game in the corner. She squeaked from the sudden movement that or it could have been my hands; both grabbing her ass to pick her up, both thumbs tickling between the backs of her thighs, finding the heat that I was formerly denied. I set her gently on the thick glass of the pinball machine and stared at her for a second, the look of a predator on my face, hers wore a mask of expectant lust. My hands were up her blouse in a flash, unhooking her bra with lightening speed, and they kept pushing, rolling her bra and blouse up over her amazing tits, exposing her pink turgid nipples to the relatively cool air of the bar. My mouth sought her left nipple, my hand massaging the flesh around my lips, while the other moved south, tickling her flesh as my rough finger tips lightly teased, barely touching her soft skin as they found the fly on her jeans and opened it with the same speed as her bra and blouse. She leaned back, her head falling back in a moaning giggle as her ass lifted off the glass below her I pulled her jeans off quickly, pulling her panties off with them, noticing only that they looked like they had black and lace on them. I wasn't interested in the flimsy material, though. My eyes were fixated on the fiery nest of crimson fur before them.

I locked my eyes on hers as I knelt on the floor. Her legs spread, making room for me as I started kissing at her left knee and moved up her inner thigh. The closer I got to her sex, the faster and more passionate the kisses became, the more I let my hot breath crash against the silken skin of her inner thigh. I felt her fingers start to run through my hair as my broad shoulders parted her legs even further. My lips kissed, my tongue licked, and my teeth nipped at the tender flesh between her thigh and her pussy, attacking it with the unhurried urgency that her thigh had been assaulted with. I moved quickly to her glistening box and stopped. My eyes still on hers, I edged the tip of my tongue out of my mouth, stretching it to its utmost before wiggling just the tip, moving it from the base of her slit, all the way to the top, taking an eternity to find and flick her clit with the tip as if it were the touch of a ghost. She let out a passionate, low moan, the sound a symphony to my ears as I pulled my tongue back in my mouth, savoring the taste of her.




AH Fantasies Ch. 09



My lips shot to her right knee, her plea to return them was a silenced whimper as I began nibbling, licking, and sucking my way to the junction of her thighs once more. Again, once I was home, I gave her an agonizingly slow, tongue-waggling lick, this time I was sure to round her entrance, flicking against the sensitive flesh before wandering up to her clit, batting at it, licking it, and fluttering my tongue against the pink pearl.

"Oh fuck yes," she hissed in her sultry accent.

"Hey," I whispered, letting the heat of my breath crash against her molten sex. I could see her muscles quiver and goose bumps erupt over her flesh, but my eyes were still locked on hers, waiting for them to open as the pleasure finished washing over her body. She didn't voice a response, but the lust-glazed orbs spoke volumes. I could feel my grin creep across my face; the infamous grin, the one that earned me my nickname, the grin of a predator that has its quarry cornered. 

"Don't make a sound," I said and began my assault. My hands, previously not touching her went to her body like a duck to water. My right hand, more coordinated than my left, shot to her chest and began caressing her breasts in turn, her erect nipples rolling between my knuckles as the hand massaged the flesh beneath it. My left hand, being significantly faster than my right, went to where it would be of the best use. My index and middle finger met her g-spot at the same time her clit was sucked into my mouth, grasped gently between my lips and batted like a piñata with my tongue. My fingers flew in her core, her juices flowing more and more freely by the second as my hand pistoned, my fingers flexed and snaked inside her and my mouth ravaged her clit. 

Her thighs clamped around my head and I felt her body shift. I saw out of my one non-thigh-covered eye that she had lost the strength in her arm and had fallen down on the glass below her. Her hands were looking for anything to grab on to, one finding the tussled hair on my head, the other finding purchase on the Pole Position game next to us. I kept assailing her sweet pussy, relishing its taste, not letting up for even an instant as I tried to pry her thighs apart with my shoulders. I slowed my hand down significantly, the flailing digits still buried in her, but they were no longer stroking to her pink depths. She relaxed a little and I could hear her panting as my ears were once again exposed to air.

"Holy fuck!" she whispered in between panting breaths. "Scarlet's gonna fucking kill us!" she whispered, trying to sit back up. She slid a little on the soaked glass under her and another squeal escaped her lips. My Cheshire smile rolled across my face and I reached up to my goatee to wipe her juices from my chin.

"Can you," I started, pausing for an instant to give her clit a quick, heavy lick, "think of a better way to go?" I didn't wait for a response, I simply dove back in, my hand rocking in and out of her and my mouth was everywhere; joining her fingers, tracing her lips, sucking on her clit, and nibbling the sensitive flesh beside her quivering mound. I managed to keep her shoulders wedged open this time, though just barely, and I could hear her moaning, trying to not scream. 

Her chorus of "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh yes! Yes!" hit my ears like a fine symphony, but like that symphony, she was just warming up. My hand left her tits and went to her mouth, covering it to keep her quiet and her breath flared in and out of her nose as her whole body started to quiver. I nibbled her harder and faster through her orgasm, drinking her juices, lapping at them to catch as much as possible before it joined with the sizeable puddle forming on the glass under her. I could feel her heat spread with her wetness as my cheeks became coated and I knew she was dripping from my goatee as well. She screamed against my hand, her whole body arching. She'd have fallen off the machine had my face not been there, her entire body weight crushing against my mouth.

I let her ride hard and fast through that orgasm before pulling my fingers out of her dripping snatch and pushing my tongue in, feeling it hit almost the same depths as my fingers. The pink bud of her clit met fresh air for less than half of a second before it was found my thumb. Simultaneously, my tongue started stroking in and out of her like an oil derek and my thumb started softly rolling and wagging over her sensitive nub. Her walls clamped down on my tongue every time the tip barely touched her g-spot, and it was as if her sex was trying to suck it back in every time it retreated to my mouth, carrying her nectar with it. 

I couldn't help but moan against her sex as she started quivering and twitching for the second time in a minute. This time I was relentless, speeding up my ministrations, my lips and tongue smacking noisily against her drooling slit as I drank her in like fine wine. I don't know how long she rode that wave, but when I decided to let her down, her whole body was quivering and there was a set of teeth marks in my palm where she bit down repeatedly. 

I pulled my tongue out of her and softly, slowly kissed away from her crimson furred mound to her right knee. My mouth returned to her sex for long enough to kiss it tenderly, paying attention to her entrance and her clit. Each touch of my lips brought a sharp intake of air and a twitch from her, and then my lips traveled down her other thigh where they left her body. I stood up on shaky legs, my cock standing almost straight up. I looked down at her heaving chest, noticing them shake with every pounding beat of her heart thundering like a jackhammer.

"Oh God, stick me with that thing," she said, panting heavily. I stepped forward and ran the head up and down her soaked pussy, spreading her juices even more as it slid from her clit to the base of her slit. I knew if I stuck it in after making her cum like that I'd be done in no time. Crimson looked at me expectantly and I felt the smile cross my lips and I backed up.

"Not now," I whispered and circled her waist with my arms to pick her up.

"Yes, now!" she hissed as I pulled her down the pinball machine and set her on a chair near by. She looked pissed as I tucked my dick back in my pants, but not before both of us noticed that even the brief contact left the tip glistening in the soft red, green, and blue light coming from the video games.

"Not now," I said again, still smiling and looking over my shoulder at her as she pulled her jeans back up, neglecting her panties. I felt my dick hop in my pants at the knowledge that I'd be pounding her later this evening. My hand found my glass by the video game almost on reflex and I walked back out to the bar. Scarlet threw me a nasty look but said nothing. I knew I reeked of sex, and I hoped that Scarlet would take her anger out on me rather than laying into Crim about it.

"Well. Looks like you've had two drinks now," she said. "And spilt the fuck out of one of them," she added, an angry twinkle in her eye. I heard Crimson cursing quietly as she came out of the game room, her bra clasp evidently not cooperating with her. After a short struggle she pulled the damn thing off through her sleeve and threw it at the two guys playing foos ball. I hadn't even noticed Joe and Chris in here, but they sure as hell noticed Crim, and then their eyes went to me. Joe rolled his eyes and pulled the black lacy bra off the table and Chris's face split wide in a goofy grin and the guys went back to their game. Scarlet sighed heavily and poured me a glass of Jack. "You know, I try not to tell anyone their business, you least of all," she started.

"Why me least of all?" I asked curiously and took a pull of my whiskey.

"Because it does the least good with you, dumbass." I could only nod in agreement as she continued, "But if it's not too much trouble, can you not fuck the help? Crim's up here trying to get things sorted out and you're ramming her with that fucking flag pole of yours," she raved quietly, pointing at the bulge in my pants.

"I did not," I said. Scarlet sighed and rolled her eyes. "Tongue, fingers, dick, whatever. Please don't?" she asked. The request was rhetorical, and I didn't want to get my ass banned if I broke her rules. I nodded and chose to not speak. My eyes hit the clock on the wall and I saw it wasn't even 4pm yet. Scarlet followed my glance and then we both saw the door open at the same time, and two pair of eyes were riveted to Red as she walked in the door.

I looked at Scarlet slowly, my eyebrow arching.

"Fine. You can fuck her, but only because you two have a history together that happened before this place. None of the other waitresses." "Deal," I said and drained the glass. "Besides, Fem hates me and Vana views me as being the typical chauvinistic prick that just wants to get two girls at once, particularly lesbians." Scarlet's sigh of frustrated resignation let me know it was time to stop talking. I got up and wandered over to Red, closing the distance in the almost empty bar with no problem at all.

"Boo," she said, her eyes dancing as she saw me wander up.

"Boo yourself. Were you a good girl today?" I asked, my tongue snaking out to slowly lick my lips and finding the taste of Crim still all over them.

"I wasn't expecting you to be here already," she said demurely. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. 

"Office?" I asked quietly. She grinned, the smile almost resembling mine and it made my cock surge back to life in my pants. Red shook her head and led me by my rapidly re-hardening dick to the back of the bar, toward the offices and bathrooms. She hesitated a second there, and I took the opportunity to bend down and start sucking on her soft skin, my teeth gently nipping the nape of her neck.

"Jesus," she hissed. "You are ready to go, aren't you," Red breathed heavily. Her lips met mine, our lips parting in their embrace to allow each others tongues to invade well-remembered paths. She broke the kiss and her eyes were heavily glazed. "Whose pussy have you been eating?" she asked meekly, her hand stroking my rod slowly, her finger nails grating against the material covering it.

"You'll find out, I'm sure," I said, smiling. She pulled me to her lips again and pushed me back as she kissed me hard and deep, and I knew she was not only kissing me, but eagerly tasting the remaining juices on my lips. I expected to hit the wall, but instead I was pushed into the bathroom; my eyes barely caught that it was the ladies' room.

It was my turn to break the kiss and she pushed me to the sinks, pushing my shirt up over my head and starting to bite and kiss her way down from my lips to my neck, then aggressively heading toward my nipples. I unhooked her bra and I felt the heavy weight of her chest free itself and my hands were pulling her shirt up over her long red mane. Her hands unbuttoned and unzipped my fly with the grace of a slight-of-hand artist and my cock was once again exposed to fresh air, albeit only for a second.

I let out a loud, low groan as her throat closed around my head and her nose rested in my thick brown curls. She pulled off, letting my piece of meat bounce as it popped loudly and wetly from between her lips. "Ate her but didn't fuck her?" Red asked with a cat's grin across her face. "Just put the tip in?" she teased, her tongue snaking out and battering against my sensitive head like a rabid butterfly. I shivered with the sensation and electricity shot from my toes to my brain and back to my toes again. Her lips plunged to the base of my rampant cock once more and she started doing her thing; I was never really sure what it was, but between her lips, her tongue and her throat, she still holds the record for world's best blowjob. But that's not what I wanted today.

"I asked before if you were a good girl," I said, pulling her up, feeling her taut nipples slide up my bare skin as she moved. 

"Why don't you check for yourself?" she asked and backed up half of a step. I slid down the sinks, my hands grasping the backs of Red's thighs. They moved up as I moved down, the leather rising and exposing those delicious thighs, and ultimately the exposed, trimmed, dark red bush that I'd been thirsting for. It wasn't delicate. It wasn't tender; I buried my face in the delicious red-haired snatch before me, feasting cravenly on the soft folds, drinking her growing wetness as my tongue probed into her depths. "Oh shit!" I heard her voice half-moan, half-hiss. 

My dick was iron and after teasing myself by stopping with Crim, and I wasn't going to miss this opportunity. I took one last deep kiss of Red's pussy, gave her clit a fast, hard suck, and I stood up, the head of my cock sliding across her slit, seeming to position itself as my hands went to her ass and I lifted her in the air, suspended only by my fingers and the rigid pole impaling her depths. Red squealed delightfully, that squeal turning into a low throaty moan as I started pulling her up my full length and then let her drop back down again. Her mouth started kissing my neck, her lips attempting to silence her moans into my flesh. I spun us around and backed us into the handicapped stall, and I sat down, Red still firmly embedded on my dick. I still kept lifting her, letting Red ride me with no effort of her own. My back arched as much as the close quarters allowed, and hers was as well, her beautiful hair rubbing against the door as she shut it. 

"Oh fuck yes, oh, fuck, so good," she moaned in a whisper. My eyes were glued to her tits as they wobbled with her smooth ride, her nipples moving in slow circles with her body. Her pussy started clenching down wetly against my invading meat, our bodies rocking against each other rhythmically. "Oh fuck," we both sighed as our breathing turned to panting and our skin grew slick with a sheen of sweat. I could feel her inner walls tightening and my thickness throbbing inside her as I slid almost out, letting the mushroom head stretch her entrance before we bucked at each other, our hips slamming home with a wet slurch of juices. Every junction of our bodies left us grinding against each other in our urgency, her clit against the thick root of my rod, her depths stretching around me. Each time we separated was a rush of sensation as my length felt every fold, every ridge, and every pleading squeeze of her sex as it slowly came out into the air, only to be crashed back down upon and swallowed by the silken pink flesh. We moved in practiced unison, her hips rising against mine, she leaning back on my knees for support, my hands seeking her all-too-familiar tits, mauling them in our haste, teasing and pulling her nipples while squeezing them between my knuckles.

"Oh fuck me, do I miss this," she cooed between pants. She impaled herself on me and started grinding in slow circles, her clit making contact on each pass. A hand left her tit exposed to the open air only to find her pink bud a second later, crushing between us as we moved, strumming her sensitive nub like a guitar when the pressure was released.

"Oh Jesus!" she hissed breathlessly. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna..." Red panted.

And then the door opened. We froze for a second, our hearts thundering in our ears, the pulses through our groins making both of us shudder in pleasure.

"That fucking asshole. I can't believe he did that to you," I heard an all too familiar voice say. I knew immediately who she was, who she was talking to, and who they were talking about.

"I was all primed and ready to go, Jesus Christ, I'm still dripping," I could hear Crim's sexy accent say. Red leaned against me, her turgid nipples raking through the hair on my chest, and my stiff prick grinding deliciously inside her as she moved. I stifled a groan, but just barely.

"It's okay, honey," I heard Vana's voice say soothingly. "He's awfully stuck on himself and probably did it for fun," she continued. Red started rocking against me, rising just about half off my dick before sliding slowly back down to my lap. My whole body shivered with the slow sensuousness of the act. Red's teeth nibbled on my ear lobe for a second before her lips parted from my sweat-soaked skin. Her eyes met mine and they tried to bore through me, her hips starting to gyrate as she rose and fell with me inside her.

"You're fucking evil," I half-moaned in the quietest whisper I could manage.

"Hello Evil, I love to fuck you," she said with a twinkle in her eye. Red leaned forward, her hair cascading loosely around us. Her fingers went to my back, raking red trails over the muscles and she bit gently on my earlobe as she batted it with her tongue.

"No, it isn't okay," Crim's voice said again. I could hear that she was starting to sob, probably crying just a little bit. "It's so fucking hard to make friends up here and everyone treats me like a summer fuck! I just get to know people and I end up in the same situation over and fucking over again! I swear to God, the next time..." Crim started up again, but her voice was cut off. Red stopped moving on me and we held our breath, hanging on the next word as my dick tried bobbing as it throbbed in her velvet vice. We both heard the light smacking of lips and a very deep sigh.

"It's okay, baby," Vana said softly, almost with a motherly tone in her voice. We heard another embrace and a kiss-muffled moan of protest from Crim. That protest sounded again, a little less firmly, and then a third time, fully accepting what was happening.

"Holy shit," Red said, still nibbling on my ear. "They're gonna fuck right here in the bathroom!" she almost squealed in her whisper. She started riding me with more passion, both of us listening to the soft rustling of clothes beyond our door.

"Crim's not wearing a bra," I said, my breath raking up and down Red's neck before nibbling it very softly with my lips. "Or panties," I said breaking the kiss off just long enough to speak. We heard the sound of a fly button coming undone and the slow pull of a zipper followed by two moans, one urgent, one wanting. "Think she's getting her pussy fingered?" I asked, my hand still working her clit slowly. "Think it's soft and sensuous?" I asked, giving her an example as her bud slowly rolled around the tip of my finger. "Or do you think it's fast and hard," I asked, my finger flying in the limited space between us. My lips crushed against Red's to kiss away her loud moan, and the sound was muffled almost completely. Red started thrusting herself forward and backward on my crotch, letting the simple motion slide my almost continuously throbbing member in her soaked pussy. She hesitated only when it was buried to the hilt, savoring the feeling before rocking completely back, letting the head barely pop out of her snatch before sliding forward and slamming it back to its full depth. We heard the stall door next to us open and we saw articles of clothing hit the ground under the stall-divider.

"Vana, I've never..." Crim started to protest in her sultry southern tongue.

"I know sugar, it's okay," Vana's honeyed voice rolled out.

"Oh god," Crim said on the other side of the wall. We could see her right foot pointing toward the stool, and we could see Vana's left pointing toward the sinks.

"You're fucking amazing," I said, whispering into Red's ear, nibbling the lobe between words as my finger slowed to making slow circles against her drenched clit. "You're getting off on listening to them, aren't you," I whispered, making sure my breath was kept low enough to not be heard by the other two. Red only moaned in response. "You're getting wetter by the second. You wild little sex machine. You want them to hear us, don't you. You want them to hear us like we hear them," I said, pausing in my words to listen to the soft mewing coming from the next stall and the wet smacking that was all too familiar.




AH Fantasies Ch. 09



"Oh, holy shit, Vana! Oh....oh fucking hell!" Crim sighed breathlessly. "Oh shit....you're making him look like a fucking armature! Gonna make me cum already!" she said gasping for air. Vana laughed, her throaty chuckle being consumed by the soft flesh her lips were pressed against, and I could only imagine the electric chill that was coursing through Crim's body. 

"I can still taste her on my lips," Red said huskily, still grinding her crotch against mine. My hand left her clit and went to massaging her tits, leaving her nipples alone to let them rub against my chest. "Mmm, honey, you feel so good inside me. I can feel your heart beat against my clit when I move just....like....this...." Red breathed into my ear before chewing on it with her sharp teeth. I shuddered hard as she ground down on me, and my heart was pounding like a jackhammer in my chest as I felt her contract and grab my prick.

"Oh fuck!" Crim gasped, her resolve to be quiet escaping. I could hear her juicing pussy being worked over by Vana, and part of me wanted to watch, but with Red working on fucking my brains into a state of electric fog, it was better to listen. We could hear Crim's labored breathing intermingled with the sound of her sloppy pussy being at the least fingered or eaten, and at best, both. Vana's voice was a deep moaning purr, muffled and quiet.

"How about it, Red," I said, bucking my hips hard against her movements. I knew I wasn't going to last long and she hadn't cum nearly enough yet. Her glazed eyes looked into mine and I could feel my dick throbbing hard and fast in her depths. "How'd you like to have your pussy eaten while fucking me?" Red's mouth moved down to my shoulder and she bit me lightly, using my flesh to suppress a moan.

"Does that excite you? Whose face are you picturing looking up at you through your beautiful red bush as she's eating your cunt? Whose eyes are locked on yours?" I continued, nibbling her ear between sentences. My hands started pinching her nipples now, pulling them slightly while continuing to maul Red's amazing rack.

"I can feel it excites you," I said, "you're so fucking wet right now. I think if she was eating you out, she'd drown."

"Oh Jesus! Fucking eat me, Vana!" screamed Crim beside us. The steel stall wall may as well have been glass. We could both picture Crim's head thrown back in ecstasy, her long red hair flailing, with Vana's face buried in her pussy, bathing in her honey as she worked her silvered tongue in, out, and around Crim's drenched snatch. We could see the position they were in, and we both knew Vana was no where near done.

"Who, Red? Tell me right now!" I whispered urgently among the sounds of her wet sex grinding against mine and the smacking of Vana's lips against Crim's crotch.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck yes!" Red said, her eyes closed. She arched her back, her tits proudly standing on her chest and I continued my assault as she leaned back on my knees for support. Her eyes met mine and burned through me, just as mine were doing to hers. I was terrified that they had heard her and would stop, but if they had, they gave no indication, and the sounds of Crim's flooding twat being devoured mercilessly by Vana sure as hell didn't even slow up.

My finger went to Red's clit which was hard and extended as far as the little nub could from its tiny pink hood. It was a blur on her cherry as she started to shutter and her sex started clenching faster than a humming bird's wings.

"Tell me," I mouthed, not even daring to whisper. Red started bouncing harder and harder against me and I rose to meet her hips pound for pound and grind for grind. "Whose tongue are you wishing for?" I demanded, whispering this time. I wasn't going to last much longer, but neither was she. Her eyes were fluttering open and shut and she was panting as her chest heaved and her heart pounded so hard it was making her chest jiggle. We were both moaning and grunting and our wet slapping crotches pounded audibly into each other's, the sound of wet flesh slapping damn near echoed in the small stall.

Red's head was thrown back, her hair almost touching the ground and her body started to shudder uncontrollably. I pushed one last thrust into her and started blowing my load, feeling it boil up through my cock with each burst. Every time I felt a pulse of cum jet through me, her pussy clenched hard around my throbbing cock and we stayed firmly rooted together.

"Oh fuck, YES!" Red screamed. Her head shook and I kept the assault moving at full bore on her clit. "Oh fuck me, Dark. Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes, both! BOTH!" she screamed again, her voice almost shrill.

"Both what?" I grunted. "Both what, Red?"

"Oh fuck!" Red moaned loudly, her head rocking as the orgasm kept rolling through her. "Both! I want them both to eat my fucking cunt! I want to feel their tongues roll my clit while I have this monster buried in me! Oh fuck YES!" Red screamed. 

If I could have cum again, I would have. As it was, I wasn't about to go limp, and her convulsing hips kept my iron rod buried in her. I kept shaking and shuddering myself, imagining Crim's gorgeous eyes looking up at Red, side-by-side with Vana's as they both slowly ate her into oblivion. Then I realized except for our panting, it had gone silent.

I looked up at the stall divider and noticed that there were two sets of eyes looking down at us, framed by faces dripping with sweat and flushed cheeks. I smiled my Cheshire smile and Crim winked at me while Vana shook her head, turned Crim's face toward hers and kissed her deeply. I could see her head move slightly with the motions of her shoulder and ultimately her wrist and fingers as Crim moaned deeply into her mouth.

Red sat up, hugging her wet body to mine, our skin slapping together wetly. I could feel our juices run out of her and down my still-hard cock. Crim looked back at the two of us and her head rose up over the stall divider as Vana's disappeared completely. I heard the lock in their stall slide open loudly and the sound of rustling clothes and then the bathroom door opening and shutting. Crim's gaze followed Vana, drinking in her lean form as she dressed and left, and returned to Red and I when the door shut, licking her lips as she took in our still-twitching bodies.

"Care to make good on that, Red?" Crim said with a wink. My dick throbbed inside Red's snatch, forcing another gush of juice to run down and coat my already-dripping balls.

"Mmm, baby, I think we all are," she said, leaning back and lifting a tit to my mouth. My finger slowly started stroking her clit and she shivered at the touch.

"God I love this bar," I moaned and began a new assault on Red's nipple.



AH Fantasies Ch. 10



Renovating a house usually brings with it tons of people, and mass chaos. Renovating a house for a TV show makes it twice as chaotic and triples the number of people involved. Yet somehow the blonde home owner moved about the crews, offering sandwiches, lemonade, iced tea, all in all redefining "gracious" on a whole new level. Then putting the tray down, she sat with the host of the show.

"So Vella, you call your house the Love Shack? I assume not just because you and Lucky are huge B-52 fans." Stephanie Woods sat on the back of a pick up truck, with Vella on the other side. As host of "Home Work" she had talked to many people, all over the spectrum of America's society. This time though, something was different. Lucky and Vella were not the typical home owners. The women had a passion for each other, for their family, for life itself that seemed to resonate off the walls. They had been nominated for the renovation by several people from the Author's Hangout, and Stephanie found out about them from the board. Even as Vella explained the reason behind the name, Stephanie felt it. 

"Basically, if you are invited here, you are loved. As a friend, as family, coming here is not just an experience in acceptance. And its a little ole place where we can get together!" The spontaneous shimmy to accompany the line from the song made the host laugh, which spread to the camera crew, which caught the eye of the workers, and finally Lucky up on the roof. Over the years, outbursts like that were expected, so she blew a kiss to her wife and went back to repairing shingles. Vella winked and blew back, a gesture that was pure video gold.

Three days later, the house was finished, better than ever, and the crew was packing up. Stephanie noticed there was hesitancy. Usually everyone is anxious to pack up and go but this time people milled, chatted, packed a little here and there but mostly no one wanted to leave. She felt it herself, and as Vella and Lucky gathered everyone together for a group photo in front of the house, she wiped a tear from her eye. The myriad of hugs followed and then they all drove off, waving and beeping until they were out of sight.

For the ride to the airport, and all the way home, Stephanie kept thinking about how she felt at the Love Shack. She wanted to recount it all to Brad, snuggle up in his arms and relive every moment with him. Her shoes in one hand, she opened the door to their condo and called out to him. No answer greeted her. "BRAD? BRAD? Where are you?" She rounded the corner to the kitchen, and found the note on the fridge. He left while she was gone; using lines like he loved her but was not in love with her, wishing her well, but very much leaving for good. They had had problems, but she thought they were working them out. Her tears caused the ink to smear on the page, as she sat on the floor and cried. The break up would be hard, but because he was her producer, she feared for her job as well. It was time for a change, change of scenery, change everything. 

Her bags were still packed, there was nothing holding her here, she only had to figure out where to go. She saw the photo of her and Vella and Lucky. She would go back to the Love Shack. At least it would be a good place to start over again. A few days there would give her a break to get her head together. 

"Lucky, this is Stephanie, Stephanie Woods." Her voice broke a little as she spoke.

"Hey Short Shorts! How's it going?" She had been christened Short Shorts the first day. Vella had pointed out that her legs were made to be shown off, and when she changed into work clothes for the prep work, she put on a pair of cut offs that were cut a bit too high. The name made it around the crew in under an hour.

"You said that once someone comes there, they're always invited back right?"

"Sure, always. Why?"

"Brad left me. The bastard left while I was there. I just need to get my head straight for a few days and well, I know we just met but you all were so sweet and wonderful I just ..." She broke down again.

"Come on down sweety, I'll pick you up at the airport." Even over the phone that tenderness, that acceptance was so evident. Stephanie grabbed her bag and headed right back to the airport.

True to her word, Vella and Lucky were waiting at baggage claim. Both of them wrapped her in tight hugs, and once again the tears ran down her cheeks. This time they were tears of joy and relief. "Ok girl, the first step towards getting over a man, is to overload your system on death by chocolate ice cream, and knock you on your ass margaritas. It's a proven medical and psychological fact." Lucky nodded as Vella explained. "And we'll watch obscene amounts of The L Word and curse men up and down and if by Monday morning you're not laughing and dancing then we have to admit you into the intensive care unit; which is mostly chocolate chip cookie dough and straight tequila."

Lucky drove while Vella held Stephanie in the back seat. The host cried, ranted, yelled and vented all her emotions. The betrayal, the hurt, the frustration, everything streamed out as they made their way back to the Love Shack. Parking the car, Lucky climbed in on the other side and once again, the two surrounded Stephanie with deep warm affection. The tears and sobs soon ended and all three headed inside. 

Not long after, they were settled in the living room, watching television, eating ice cream and drinking frozen green concoctions. Periodically, Stephanie would pipe up with "Oh I met her once at the studio" which lead to tales of how one actress was so sweet, the other was such a bitch, yet another being completely wild. Night fell without notice, and the margarita pitcher had to be refilled for the fourth time. 

Vella was blending the drinks when Lucky said "You know Stephanie, your crew put in a great new hot tub for us. You never even got to try it out before you all had to leave." 

"Ummm I didn't pack a swim suit though." 

"And that's a problem how?" Lucky's t-shirt came off even as she stood up. The trail of clothes leading out back to the hot tub told Stephanie that modesty was not a concern here. Vella was already approaching the tub with more margaritas, and naked herself, as if some clock chimed time to be naked and Stephanie was the only one who didn't hear it.

"Come on Short Shorts, if you've got something we've never seen, then by god we want to see it now!" Vella poured three more drinks before climbing in next to Lucky.

She was hesitant, but either because of the drinks or because of the way these two took her in so openly, Stephanie soon peeled off her clothes, and made the last 20 feet to the tub under the stars completely natural. Both women cheered and whistled, making her blush as she sank into the rolling water.

"Ohhhhhh god this feels good!" The tension visibly escaped from Stephanie's shoulders and neck, and she relaxed more than she had in years.

"You think that's good, wait til I turn on the jets" With a flick of the switch Lucky unleashed small torrents under the surface, massaging and kneading the muscles in the lower backs and thighs.

"Now lean back, close your eyes, put your arms up on the sides" Vella cooed the words, her own voice touched by the effects of the powerful water.

Stephanie shifted and moved as directed then felt the spray move up her body, right behind her shoulder blades and she melted. "Whoever designed this tub needs to be made into a saint."

The couple laughed gently, a secret passing between them. "Just wait, there's more." 

"More?" Stephanie sat up a bit. "Don't tell me this is one of those sex tubs, and the jets can hit your... down there." Even with Brad she couldn't bring herself to say "pussy". 

"Yes baby, it does magical things 'down there'. But you need to have some one to help hold you to really get it lined up right. Want to see?" Lucky was playing with Vella's hair, running fingers through as Stephanie pondered the offer.

"Yes." The blush spread over her face and even to her shoulders. 

Vella stood up in the middle of the tub, and motioned for Stephanie to move to the side a bit. Lucky then turned, her back to her wife, and lifted her feet out of the water, knees up to the edge. She leaned back, Vella holding her shoulders and back to keep her head above water and the jet hit squarely on the flesh, evidenced by the way she bit her lip then smiled and gasped.

"With the right technology, who needs a man?" Vella reached under Lucky's arm, her hands massaging her breasts as she leaned over to kiss her deeply. Watching them, so openly free to love each other, Stephanie just took it in. Lucky began to shiver as she grew closer to climax. But that love was purely evident in the way Vella kissed her, held her, pressed her lips tight as Lucky came, as if drawing the very breath of desire from one body to another. She longed for that love that kind of connection and intimacy. Not just sex but a connection to a person that to her very core.

"Ok, now its your turn Shorty". Lucky was glassy eyed but stood up to beckon Stephanie into position.

"What? Me? Oh no.... no I couldn't!"

"Sure you can, we'll both hold you, but you have to try this. It is a really intense orgasm, trust me."

There was a moment, time standing still where she pondered, wondered, searched deep inside then stood and moved. She put herself in their arms, gave herself to them, for once, giving herself permission to be selfish, to experience something just because she wanted it. Even as she opened her legs, and leaned back onto the waiting couple, she knew she had changed. She began, this night, living for herself. 

The water was incredible. Not just pressure but the warmth, the bubbles acting like a thousand tiny fingers to rub her, reaching deep inside. Stephanie arched, lifting her breasts out of the water to let the angle change and the water flow over her clit. Then she felt the hands. One hand was on each breast, cupping, massaging, and teasing the nipples in concert. One set of lips on her neck, the other kissing her cheek. She couldn't remember who was where, she didn't care. Turning to kiss whomever she could, she drew lips in and reached back to fondle her partners. Her breathing grew sharp and ragged, body writhing in the grasp of her two guides and against the penetrating power of the hot tub's magical jets.

Then it happened. Every nerve fired at once, her mind ignited with a brilliant flame, and she screamed. Lungfuls of air expelled in a voice of ecstasy, a cry not of words but pent up emotions finally released in an explosion of delight and wonder. Then slowly, so slowly she floated back into reality.

"Oh god. Oh dear god... what was that?"

Vella and Lucky simply helped her back to the seat. Letting her ease back into consciousness, all the while they caressed and stroked her sides and legs. 

"Come to bed, Stephanie." Lucky whispered softly. 

"Come sleep with us." Vella's lips brushed the corner of her ear lobe.

Walking between them, held in their arms, Stephanie went to bed. Her legs were just a little weak as both women laid her on the bed. Vella crawled in beside her, caressing and exploring her body. Vella helped Stephanie to relax with soft slow kisses, starting at her ears while at the same time, arousing her yet again, though more tenderly than the jet had. One hand at her breast, lightly playing with the flesh as she kissed more and more, always gently, tenderly. Her finger tips walked down her body, along her torso to her hip. Purring in her ear, Vella began playing with Stephanie's fur, the small thin line so carefully trimmed. All Stephanie could do was lay there and allow her self to be adored. 

The kisses followed the same line, down from the ear, along her neck, over her breast and slowly making the way to her hip, turning inward to kiss intimately on her mound. Stephanie's legs drew up, bending at the knees then opened at the hips, giving herself up to be pleasured. Kisses were mingled with licks, and yet still Vella kept it soft, slow and gentle. No rushing or hungry growling like Brad had done. This was not foreplay, but rather a new kind of intercourse, this was the intimacy not its prelude.

Each press of her lips, every slide of her tongue made Stephanie breath heavier, ache a bit more. Her heart was racing as she gripped the sheets as her hips began to arch upwards towards Vella's talented tongue.

"I'm glad to see you two didn't wait for me. I'd hate to start from square one again." Lucky stood in the doorway, watching her wife and their friend. Backlit from the hallway, all Stephanie could see was her form, until she was closer, and the tip jutted out as she turned. The light from the bed stands showed the black leather harness, cut high like bikini briefs, and the plastic shaft attached to it. Lucky began kissing Stephanie, sitting on the bed next to her. Vella crawled up from between her legs, lying once more beside her.

"Lucky... Vella... I .. I don't know how to... I mean I..." her stammering was quieted with Lucky's finger tip on her lips. 

"Just do what feels good to you. What you liked when she did it, simply do it back to her. The old golden rule, do unto others. Except this time, the karmic reward for good is instantaneous." 

Stephanie eyed the toy, judging it to be slightly smaller than Brad's cock. She thought about her fantasies, the long held secrets of more than one partner at a time, she just never thought it would be two women. But tonight was too amazing, everything so far had been beyond what she thought possible. This was her new beginning, her rebirth, and this was her chance to live her wildest dreams. She kissed Lucky, deep and hard before rolling over on top of Vella and doing the same to her before sliding down her body, peppering each inch with small kisses. Vella opened her legs, beckoning Stephanies attention. Her legs were nearly on the edge of the bed as Lucky moved behind her.

The first few licks were quick, stutters more than actions, the last remnants of resistance melting away. As she inched forward, tasting Vella's inner folds, she felt her own pussy opened and touched. The more attention she lavished on the flesh before her, the more she received from behind. With abandon she began licking and kissing, greedily, hungrily. As she let go of her restraint, her body thrilled as Lucky's dildo filled her fully.

The world began to spin. She could feel the two on either end locking onto each other through her. They were making love with her, through her. Whatever this was, this soul spinning emotional spiritual experience, this is what was missing from her life for so long. Lucky quickened her pace, thrusting faster and with more effort, each thrust driving Stephanie's face more solidly into Vella. Stephanie began to gasp and cry, torn between needing to let everything out in loud screams and wanting to coax the same response from Vella. She opened wide then clamped her lips onto her clitoris, groaning as she shuddered and shook. This lust was enough to launch Vella into her own bliss.

Moments later, laying on the bed and looking up at the ceiling fan, Stephanie listened to her heart beating. More than just the physical exertion, there was a new sound in the pulse. Her heart was stronger, she could hear it. She turned on her side, seeing Lucky and Vella spooning next to her and she reached out to cuddle in as well. 

Morning broke over the horizon, pink and orange streaks over the pale blue sky greeting the three bodies asleep in the bed. Vella slid out one side, and Lucky followed shortly. Breakfast was to be made, and the day had to be started. They let Stephanie sleep in, both of them remembering days after break ups, and knowing that sleeping was a needful thing.

Just as Vella put the eggs and toast on the table, Stephanie emerged and smiled wearing only a t-shirt. "I hope you don't mind, but I didn't want to get dressed just yet. And I didn't pack a robe or anything."

"Nonsense, be as comfortable as you like." Lucky poured a glass of orange juice and handed it over. She looked up to kiss Vella who was bringing their plates.

"So... I am a lesbian now?" Stephanie kind of blushed and toyed with the eggs on her plate.

Lucky and Vella laughed. "Shorty, if one night made you a lesbian, then half the women who ever went to summer camp or college would be at the pride parades."

"You are Stephanie, start there. Don't wear a label, or try to fit a mold, just be yourself. Have sex with women, with men, do whatever you like, but more importantly, do it for you. Find that person you can love more than anything in the world, man woman or tentacle monster, just love with all your heart." They looked at each other and kissed again.

"And where ever you are in the world, whatever you are going through, you are always welcomed at the Love Shack."

Stephanie popped up and shimmied "A little ole place where we can get together!" 



AH Fantasies Ch. 11



"Oh, Joe," she whispered her eyes glazed with unshed tears. "I'm speechless; your kiss is so profound. I don't ever want to use my lips for anything else ever again. I want to forever be engaged in kissing you."

Angelica blinked and smiled, she remembered this couple from her first experience with the erotic authors, but it seemed she'd flicked back to the part after the kiss she had been so desperate to watch. The sexual tension was still high, the two sat so close, their cheeks flushed, their bodies taut with anticipation.

"I'm down with that." He smiled, not just his lips but his whole body became gleefully relaxed. His deep chuckle resonated around the stark, winter scene and her giggle highlighted it, it blended perfectly to make the happiest sound Angelica had ever heard.

There was a rumble and a flash, then suddenly the air was filled with water, small drops at first, then line after line of determined droplets slashed and splashed around the ardent lovers. 

"Maybe we should go inside." English Lady stood up, head bowed down, water already soaking through her curls and her delicate outfit. 

"We should, but if we go back in there we'll have to behave again." Joe Wordsworth stood up too, directly in front of English Lady. "I really don't want to behave, I just want to lift your chin with my finger, then stroke your cheek with my hand and kiss you again. But if you're worried about the rain..."

"Sod the rain." She laughed, her hand shot out and landed on his hip, her fingers gripped the soggy cotton and pulled him closer to her, "I want you." 

Her lips hovered just in front of his and their eyes locked; their variegated green gazes mingled and intertwined like vines, their fingers, hands and arms following suit, binding themselves together until they appeared like one rose blossoming and whipping round in the stormy breeze. 

Angelica held her breath as she finally witnessed the lovers lips pressed together in the perfect kiss. She could see the paths of rain streaking down their faces, but neither one stopped to brush them away. They were so absorbed in each other that all they cared about was that kiss and Angelica could see exactly why. 

His hands roamed up from her hips, lifting the material of her top till they pressed into flesh, moving higher to gently cup the curve of her ample breasts. English Lady followed suit, her hands slipping and sliding up and down his naked back beneath the now see through white of his formal shirt. 

Angelica suddenly remembered she was holding her breath and let it out with a soft sigh. The lovers stopped their kissing and turned to look straight at her. 

"And who, may I ask, are you?" English Lady asked, her British politeness curt but intact. 

"An...Angelica." Angelica managed to stutter out, her cheeks a blinding red. 

"Oh, the fantasies woman," Joe added, smiling through the rain at his partner in kisses, "didn't you get that PM?"

The conversation changed, no longer was Angelica part of it, as the couple focused in on each other once again. 

"I totally specified that this was a no-go fantasy." English Lady whispered, well whispered loud enough to be over-heard. "She's totally ruined it now."

"Oh, it's just an excuse to start all over again darlin'" Joe's eyes sparkled as he cupped her face with his large hand. 

"Can we cut the rain!" He shouted loudly, and the rain did actually stop.

"What do we do with her, though?" English Lady asked, looking back over at Angelica but she wasn't really focused on her, she was too occupied with images of starting this particular fantasy over from scratch. "Oh, I know." She grinned. "I'll just move her to my other fantasy, you know the one Joe." 

"Oh yeah, yeah. Our little voyeur will love that one." 

"Take her to the party, please." English Lady Shouted up into the sky and Angelica was transported in an instant to a large hall filled with people, body heat and loud music. 

It took a moment for Angelica's eyes to adjust, but once they did she could see that the people milling around her were in several stages of undress. In fact the two ladies directly in her line of sight were completely nude. 

"Somebody pass me that flake." A familiar voice made itself heard over the noise, and Angelica stepped forward to take a closer look. Sure enough, one of the very naked ladies on the floor was English Lady. Next to her lay another naked beauty, her soft breasts rose and sank rhythmically, and her torso was smeared with something...

"A chocolate coated McKenna, oh baby, I know I'm in Heaven now." A male voice whooped from the group around her. 

"And, Mr Hardon," English Lady purred, "She's about to become a chocolate stuffed McKenna." 

"It doesn't come better than that." The guy sighed, biting his thumb gently for a moment before dropping his hand to his side and clenching it in his fist. 

"Are you ready, love?" English Lady slid up the sensuously stretched out body and sat by McKenna's head. She raised the yellow wrapped chocolate bar in her hand and grinned wickedly. McKenna moaned as English Lady twisted the end of the bar until the plastic sprung open. Ever so slowly she slipped her finger down the crease, pushing back the plastic and revealing the crumbling log of chocolate beneath. 

"Do you want a bite?" English Lady whispered in McKenna's ear and she nodded her head, her bright bluey-green eyes sparkling and wide as her tongue whipped over her plump lips. 

"Well, okay then, it seems only fair." She held out the chocolate and placed it just in front of McKenna's lips which made her stretch her neck to bite through the crunchy layers. Crumbs tumbled down on to her chest and she giggled then moaned as the chocolate in her mouth melted, and English Lady bowed her head low, licking out her tongue to clean the crumbs from off the delicate white skin before her. 

Groans and gasps echoed around as English Lady's mouth moved lower, trailing down to raspberry nipples and gently teased their tips with the slightest, lightest of sucks. She continued to dip down the body, trailing the softening chocolate in front of her. Lower and lower she sank licking up melted channels and crunchy crumbs as the flake left a trail to its final, sexy destination. 

McKenna gasped, her hips bucked as the soft, melting wand of chocolate slipped over her sensitive clit. English Lady waved the wand up and down as she knelt reverently between McKenna's outspread thighs, taking in the soft folds of her wet, aroused sex and the loud whimpers that escaped the lips of both willing victim and the crowd gathered around. 

Suddenly English Lady stopped teasing and took the rest of the chocolate stick and pressed it against the soft, wet opening. She pressed the chocolate inside and held it there as she lay down, her face now level with the chocolatey treat she had created.  

Angelica held her breath as did the crowd around the scene; Angelica noticed Joe Wordsworth stood just to the side of English Lady, looking on with rapt attention. Her eyes skimmed the crowd, picking out familiar faces Neonurotic, The Darkness, Rob and S-Des then a little further away from the action she spied Crimson Maiden, Tom Colins, Ungenderless and yes, Fem and Zade. There was definite crowd and a definite air of sexual tension as English Lady's tongue flicked out and lapped at the chocolate that covered McKenna's softly sighing cunt. She flicked her tongue over lips and clit, then as the mix of chocolate and feminine musk took over her senses she pressed her face more eagerly between McKenna's thighs, employing her lips, her tongue and her teeth, as she bit, licked and sucked way the chocolate both solid and molten. 

Angelica noticed discreet rubbing of crotches all around her, and not so discreet, loud and noisy lesbian sex happening between Zade and Fem, obviously overtaken with lust at the sight of the two luscious ladies covered in chocolate. Angelica wanted to slip her fingers into her waistband but was afraid of getting caught and moved on again. 

"The chocolate's all gone." English Lady announced and rose to her knees, leaving McKenna trembling on the brink of orgasm . 

"It's all over your face." McKenna laughed, and English Lady giggled too, her face caked with chocolate. 

"Would you like some more?" She grinned and McKenna nodded, her cheeks were flushed and her mouth stretched into a sexy, squiffy smile. English Lady leaned forward, pressed her naked pubis against Mckenna's and stretched out to kiss her. There bodies entwined together as they kissed deeply, as they came up for breath, McKenna licked out at English Lady's nose and she giggled in glee. They kissed again and I noticed that now the discreet rubbing had become much more than that. 

People had coupled off and were in various stages of undress. Crimson Maiden was on her knees, pulling up the edges of a sexy man's skirt... I mean kilt and S-Des had found his Kiten and they were busy with their own chocolate bar. This was turning into a sweet confection of an orgy. 

Angelica looked back to the centre of the sexual action to find the Ladies on their knees side by side, begging for a most erotic chocolate treat. 

Joe Wordsworth had lost his pants, as had Salvor Hardon. They stood there in their stripped glory, the only thing covering their modesty was a thick coat of unctuous, runny chocolate. Angelica moved through the crowd, she stepped around Rob and two ladies with red hinted hair and found a new viewing position amongst a crowd of dedicated voyeurs. 

The men were teasing the two panting girls, moving back very time either of them went of a chocolate covered cock. There was a drip forming at the end of Salvor's dick and McKenna was poised to catch it, the hungry look in her eyes was not just simply for the chocolate of that Angelica was sure. 

The drip dropped right on to the outstretched tip of McKenna's tongue and as if it were the starting flag of a race, both guys moved forward, pressing their chocolate treats to the lips of the begging addicts. English Lady's tongue flicked out and gingerly, reverently tasted the tip of her treat. Her tongue swept out again and took another taste, it ran around the tip picking off all the drippiest areas of chocolate, before running right down to the base of he straining chocolate tower and back up it again. 

McKenna was less hesitant; her patience for teasing had obviously already run out. She took Salvor's cock into her mouth in one slow movement, pressing it down into her mouth and sucking, savouring the salty edge to the sweet milk chocolate pacifier. 

She sucked and bobbed, chocolate dripping on to her breasts and smearing all over her face. She didn't care, and as she glanced over to English Lady, and their gazes crossed, they laughed. They were both covered in sticky, gooey chocolate and they were revealing in the messy experience. 

The cocks before them were close to sparkling clean, the girls sucked in tandem, their rhythm synchronised. Angelica threw caution to the wind and slipped her fingers down into her knickers, but it went un-noticed as the chocolate orgy continued around her. There was chocolate everywhere. Zade and Fem were caked like female mud wrestlers in it, Rob was painting flowers and bees over breasts, thighs and stomachs as they lay around him, Angelicminx and RedHairedandFriendly looked like canvasses covered in chocolate drawings. Crimson Maiden had applied chocolate liberally to her Scotsman and was eagerly licking it off as he gripped his kilt in his hands, keeping it out of the way. Angelica wished she could watch each group in detail, but once again her eyes were drawn back to the original orgy starters. The ladies were on their backs and poised above them Joe and Salvor were holding bowls filled with melted chocolate. 

"Oh come on, just do it." English Lady begged, writhing, her hands tied above her head with a liquorice whip. 

"I've told you once already," Joe wagged his finger sternly, the grin on his face telling a different story, "I am in charge now, okay." 

"Yes, Sir." English Lady sighed overly dramatically, licking her lips. 

McKenna was similarly tied and making the most sensual of whimpering noises. Salvor's bowl was tipped slightly forward and a drip was forming. All eyes were on that drip, every pair of eyes in the room zoomed in on it, stopped and waiting. 

It dripped. 

It seemed to fall in slow motion but it did eventually impact directly onto McKenna's upright nipple. She gasped then groaned as drip followed drip, followed drip until they joined together in a stream that flowed down over and between her heaving breasts, into the pool of her belly button and down the valley of her thighs. She moaned and cursed as the wet, warm chocolate decadence engulfed her. 

English Lady's eyes were wide with jealousy, so intent was she on watching McKenna getting hers she was surprised by the forceful, chocolate splash as it hit her breasts. 

"Joe!" She gasped, almost angrily as he shook the bowl, sending chocolate flying up and down her body, splashing her face, her chest, her legs and her hair. "Oh yes, Joe, please." She then gasped; the anger turned to lust, as he fell to his knees and lapped at the chocolate covered body before him. 

Angelica wanted to lap up that chocolate, but she settled for stroking herself as she watched the two men lick and suck at the chocolate, sliding in it and covering their bodies from head to toe. 

"Please." English Lady gasped, and at the same moment the same word left McKenna's lips. The guy's looked up at each other and nodded. They looked directly down into the eyes of the chocolate beauties before them, then pushed forward their hips and satisfied the girl's desires. 

"Yes, oh yes." English Lady groaned, McKenna moaning in satisfaction beside her. 

Joe leaned over, bracing himself on his arms as he suckled on her chocolatey breasts, them pressed his lips to hers to share a chocolate laced kiss. Salvor pressed his fingers into the chocolatey goodness and slipped them down between their fucking bodies and slipped a finger over McKenna's desperate clit. He bucked and pounded, moaning and cursing as McKenna gasped and groaned and bit her lip. 

English Lady was grinding up against Joe as he continued to feast on her breasts and kiss her sighing lips. 

"I'm going to come, Joe, Oh yes, I'm going to..." English Lady groaned as her body stiffened. 

"Yes," McKenna cried, her body shuddering and shaking, "Yes, oh fuck, yes!"

English Lady throbbed and shook as Joe increased his tempo, his lips pressed to hers as he tensed and held still. Salvor thrust hard into McKenna, her chocolate coated body shaking with the impact as he growled and roared his release. 

Angelica's eyes closed as her orgasm overtook her, when they opened she was once again alone in her bedroom. She lay panting, waiting to recover enough energy to go and find herself a chocolate bar...



AH Fantasies Ch. 12



Chapter 12; The "Picnic"

Late night; the best time of the day for a visit to FallingtoFly's 'Place in the Middle of Nowhere.' Deathlynx and MrsDeathLynx had wandered in. As usual, Deathlynx couldn't help himself, between bouts of discussing video games or classic cartoons with Trombonus, he bounded around the room pouncing and snuggling with the various women who found there way into the well furnished home. MrsDL rolled her eyes and shook her head at his antics. Blackrose was there, so the two fretfully schemed about forthcoming weddings.

Slyc_Willie was flirting with the women all around and receiving high praise for his skills. Kiten69 seemed to be in a strangely somber yet excited mood. The somber side was understandable, as S_Des was away for a few days, but that only made the excitement more remarkable. Everyone simply put it off to her perpetually bubbly personality.

The place was even busier than normal this night. In addition to the usual suspects, RedHairedandFriendly and CrimsonMaiden had decided to stop by for a visit. The two were busy making new friends. They had already met Scriptordelecto, Starrkers and MagicaPractica in other threads, but Ungenderless didn't get out much and was delighted to talk to them. Of course, there were always people joining in the nearly constant party, and LipsofanAngel was there to greet them with a friendly smile. After all, when you're in the middle of nowhere, there are no neighbors to be upset by late night parties or, sometimes, orgies.

SelenaKittyn wandered in and was warmly greeted by all. That was the signal that many in the room had waited patiently for. A single glance passed from FtF to Skip. Like many of the others, her knight in shining armor was in on the plan. It was his job to distract everyone who wasn't in on the scheme. Skip sent his page, Harv, to jump on the table. With all heads turned, FtF slipped behind MrsDL and whispered in her ear. "We should go for a ride."

MrsDL's face lit up at the suggestion and she hurried out after FtF. Deathlynx, ever the victim of his attention deficit disorder, couldn't help but notice his wife's disappearance and he slipped out after her. The two were easy to spot as they headed towards the stables. Lynx grinned as he transformed into his large feline form and pranced off. He couldn't help but think of the mischief he could cause the two.

As he approached the stables, he realized he should transform back. It wouldn't do to spook the horses. MrsDL had been bucked a long time before. The event had left her badly bruised and he hoped it hadn't effected her more permanently. As always the shift was easy, and in his typical black outfit, sticking to the shadows, and out of sight, was simplicity itself. He watched as his wife fed and patted the calm horses.

There was a noise behind him. Lynx turned around and barely managed to slip deeper into the shadows as Selena, Ungie and Kiten slipped around the corner. The three laughed and joked as they wandered over to the stables. MrsDL and FtF looked up and smiled as the group approached. Deathlynx grinned to see so many beautiful women in one place.

The grin faded as his world went black. The noise of his collapse and his sudden appearance, as he fell out of the shadows, caused the group of women to turn in surprise. MrsDL's eyes narrowed. She wondered what her precocious hubby was up to. Then Crim and Red stepped into view behind his unconscious form, followed by a giggling Magica.

Red took the lead in explanations. "You know, you really should be a little more careful when executing a plan. He is a sneaky bugger, so I can understand how he'd go unnoticed, but we thought we would lend a hand."

FtF was suspicious of how the three redheads knew of her plans, but accepted the unexpected aid nonetheless. She smiled warmly and nodded at the newcomers. MrsDL's suspicions quickly shifted from her husband to her hostess. She tried to discreetly back away, only to find her way blocked by Ungie. She shuddered as the tall woman slipped a hand around her waist and another onto her hip. It had often been joked that MrsDL was a closet bi, but she had never experimented. Ungie leaned forward to kiss her ear, a simple explanation of FtF's mysterious plan.

"So, what do we do with him?" Kiten's question was valid. In his feline form, he could very easily track the group, no matter where they moved.

"We can watch him for you!" FtF stared dubiously at Magica's very quick response. It didn't help that Crim and Red agreed just as quickly.

FtF turned to the group with her, the ones in on the original plan. "Kiten, do you think you could tie him up with some of the more effective knots Des has taught you?" The young woman grinned and nodded. FtF laughed and tossed her some rope. "Selena, can you stay and keep an eye on them? All of them?" Selena smirked but nodded her acceptance. She had originally only been intended as a lookout anyway, so keeping her here wouldn't spoil the plan any.

FtF sauntered over to MrsDL. She brushed a stray, light brown, loch from the captive's blue eyes and smiled gently. "Don't worry hun, we won't hurt him, or you for that matter. We just don't think this is an experience for witnesses. Maybe someday he'll be able to handle it, but not tonight." She ended with a suggestive purr. Her hand dropped to run a thumb lightly over MrsDL's nipple and received a shudder of pleasure in response.

Emboldened by the reaction, Ungie shifted the hand on her captive's hip to slide between her legs and begin a massage. She tightened her grip around MrsDL's waist, as the smaller woman nearly collapsed, bonelessly, with desire. Fire sparked within the inexperienced woman with only the slight pressure being rubbed through her clothes.

FtF turned back to see Kiten put the finishing touches on her knots. She nodded to Selena and turned to the stables. She led the three saddled horses out and helped the others mount. She took MrsDL's hand and helped her into the specially designed saddle in front of her. As the two most experienced riders, she anticipated an easy time of it, but knew MrsDL was in for more than she realized, even on the quick trail ride. MrsDL tried to shift in the unfamiliar saddle. FtF grinned. She knew the source of the mild discomfort and held the younger woman steadily in place.

With a command the horses set off. As they passed the prone form, and his guards, Kiten glanced down. "Is it really the best idea to leave him with the redheads?"

Ungie quickly jumped to their defense. "Hey! I resemble that remark."

FtF merely laughed. "Selena will keep them in line." Kiten and Ungie turned on the high powered flashlights to light their way, while FtF kept a steady grip on MrsDL.

The horses ambled on at a steady pace, and MrsDL began to squirm. She realized the saddle was a unique design in more than its capacity for dual riders. As the horse shifted, in its slow gate, a slight protrusion in the saddle began to rub back and forth between her legs. She bit her lower lip as pressure began to grow between her hips. As the nub plagued her clit, warmth began to spread. If there had been any doubts as to FtF's plan they dissolved beneath the weight of MrsDL's need, as it grew.

MrsDL gripped the saddle heavily. The slow progression of the small group extended her torment. Not only did it lengthen the time that she was exposed to the subtle torture, but it kept the manipulation of her tender mound slow. The maddening pace was just enough to fan the barely sparked embers of desire, but nowhere near enough to bring her anywhere near release. By the time FtF signaled a stop, MrsDL's heart raced.

Every nerve of her body screamed in harmony with her inflamed clit. The light wind whipped across her body, caught at her light, loose, clothing to taunt her excited flesh. Every brush of the soft fabric sent a tendril straight to her loins. FtF repressed a smile as she jumped from the saddle. Ungie and Kiten followed her example, if less expertly, no less quickly. MrsDL had more difficulty as her limbs quivered with the well honed lust.

FtF surveyed the area, as if the spot were new to her. In truth, it had been meticulously chosen with concession to MrsDL's allergy to grass. "I think this would be a good spot for our picnic." She took the leads for the horses and carefully tied them to one side, in a section they could graze in.

Kiten slid, unnoticed, behind MrsDL. The height difference allowed her to rest her cheek against the back of the other woman's neck as her hands slid around the lithe body. One arm slipped beneath the shapely breasts to tweak a tender nipple. The other hand found the waist of her pants and slid beneath.

"Our picnic? Nice euphemism," Ungie said with a grin. "It sounds good, but you know it's not necessary. We all know why we're here." The tall redhead continued to lay out the blanket, slightly jealous that Kiten got to tease the inexperienced woman, while she set the scene. She contented herself with the knowledge that there would be plenty of fun to go around. As she lit the candles, she wondered what fun might be had with such unusual tools at their disposal. Finally, she decided there would be time for such things at a later date. For now, they would need what little light the candles provided.

A soft moan escaped the willing captive as Kiten's hand slid downward, between the cotton pants and tight panties. The taller brunette's knees buckled. Her body screamed for more. Ungie scurried over to catch the two women and help them onto the carefully positioned blanket. Beneath was a bed of leaves to cushion their bodies, with all signs of twigs removed.

Kiten, an arm still trapped beneath her 'captive,'refused to stop the slow circle of her finger around MrsDL's engorged lust. MrsDL continued to moan, which inspired Ungie to help her from her shirt. MrsDL's arms raised willingly and the lightweight shirt flew at random. Ungie leaned over and took a large areola into her mouth. MrsDL's moans turned into soft screams. She silenced herself by biting the corseted breast that hovered above her. Ungie paused with a moan, but quickly returned to her own delectable treat.

"Hey! You weren't supposed to start without me!" Kiten and Ungie paused to turn and look at FtF. Now freed of her inhibitions, MrsDL wanted nothing to do with delays. Her hips shifted to grind her hot clit against Kiten's hand. Her own hands began to work the straps that held the corset closed.

FtF shoed Kiten aside and directed Kiten to strip MrsDL's pants. In moments the light clothing was gone and the thong quickly followed. Meanwhile, MrsDL managed to unlace the corset enough to tug it out of the way. She practically ripped the light weight shirt beneath in an effort to pull it up. Her mouth closed, on Ungie's lovely breast, to silence her growl of frustration. MrsDL's body complained with every second of neglect, as the cool air taunted her.

The breast slipped from her mouth, as Ungie shifted to one side. Ungie's own lips only released the captive nipple long enough for the maneuver. Kiten mirrored the much taller woman's pose. The two pressed against either side of MrsDL to keep her from squirming too much. Ungie continued to suck on the luscious, pert, nipple, while Kiten chose to lightly torment the other with caresses and soft pinches. They had heard the woman's husband brag about how much she writhed during her pleasure and wanted the most out of her first time with another woman between her legs. As skilled as Deathlynx might claim to be, he could not match their knowledge of a woman's body.

Then FtF's tongue darted out for an exploratory taste of her guest's sweet cream. She barely brushed MrsDL's nether lips, but the oversensitive flesh caused the woman to buck heavily. Her hips pushed forward, towards the mouth that had teased her. FtF smiled and bent to her ministrations with abandon. Her tongue flicked and swirled. She dragged across the engorged clit while the tip of her tongue raked the tender bottom of the inflamed mound. Her chin dug into the sensitive flesh between her current objective and the depths from which the nectar flowed.

MrsDL screamed in delight. The chin that assaulted her moved in time with the tongue and her body began to shake as the pressure and inferno built to a fevered level. Ungie nipped lightly at the nipple beneath her care. Like lightning, MrsDL's arms snaked free of the women to either side. One arm wrapped around Ungie, to press her head more firmly to the breast in appreciation. The other hand quickly found one of Kiten's lightly protected breasts and immediately began her own massage. Her attempts as teasing were hampered by the combination of her own inexperience and lack of muscle control. Her body sent random signals, almost constantly, that shot from the ecstatic agony between her legs. The intent meant almost more than the actions themselves, and the two other women began to moan softly in appreciation.

That was more than the woman could bear. The moment the sounds of a woman's pleasure ~other than her own~ broke through the clearing, her body gave in. MrsDL's hands gripped carefully, but powerfully, as her body arched. FtF grabbed at the hips before her and held her, if not immobile, at least manageable. MrsDL's body began to rock back and forth against the ground as wave after wave of orgasm crested across her shattered mind.

Ungie could no longer concentrate on the nipple, but it seemed her captive was beyond notice of the slight catalyst. She watched and felt the beautiful woman writhe in ecstasy. Warmth flared in her loins as the first scream of true euphoria burst from the pink lips. As the pressure began to build, Ungie was almost surprised to find her hand had slipped her skirt past her hips so she could ready herself for what promised to be a very fulfilling night.

Kiten was similarly occupied with preparations, except instead of her own hand, she slid a leg to either side of MrsDL's. As the woman bucked and squirmed, in her continued orgasm, Kiten rolled her hips forward so that the erratic and powerful muscles would press constantly against her own lust. Forward and back she shifted, to add to the taller woman's motion and bring herself closer.

By the time FtF lifted her head, with a grin, the other two women shook slightly with building need. MrsDL collapsed bonelessly onto the blanket. Ungie and Kiten glanced at each other, then at FtF. The question was clear, 'what next?' FtF pondered for a moment the best turn. Bringing the woman to orgasm had built her own need, but obviously not to the levels that Kiten and Ungie had brought themselves already.

FtF made a quick decision and slid behind Kiten. As one arm wrapped under the brunette's head and across her chest, a rumble arose from Kiten. When the second hand slid across her hip, beneath the waist of her pants and between her legs, she relaxed back into FtF's embrace.

"I think," FtF began, "it's time to see if she's picked up any of that tongue skill that her hubby's always bragging about."

Ungie grinned, Kiten smiled languidly, and MrsDL's head lolled to look at the blond, the obvious mistress of the night's activities. "I don't know, it tends to be a little hard to concentrate when that tongue gets going. But I'm more than willing to see what I can do." MrsDL's grin was feral, as her eyes locked with FtF's.

FtF smiled back. A finger slipped beneath the slight underwear that protected Kiten and redoubled its efforts. Kiten's resulting moan told MrsDL that FtF had other priorities at the moment. A nod reminded the, still relatively inexperienced, woman that Ungie remained free of obligation. Ungie, much farther along than even Kiten due to the use of her fingers, thought she was ready for the novice. The determined eyes that turned her way startled her. The hungry grin that spread across MrsDL's lips was nearly frightening in its intensity. The redhead's hips burned to see that expression directed at her.

MrsDL lunged. With surprise on her side, the smaller woman managed to topple Ungie onto her back and stun her long enough to strip the skirt free entirely. Even as Ungie tried to come to terms with the new situation, MrsDL gripped her powerful thighs and tugged. Her legs spread as she felt her knees pushed aside by the smaller woman's shoulders. Finally, her butt relaxed back onto the blanket. Then, her body tensed for another reason, as MrsDL's lips plucked at her waiting bud.

One of FtF's legs slid over Kiten, as the two spooned. With only a slight shift, Kiten was rolled backwards a little. But more important to FtF's intentions was the fact that her legs spread to take the weight of the new position more evenly. FtF's palm ground and circled against Kiten's pulsing clit. FtF's middle and ring fingers found their objective, the sopping heat of Kiten's need, and drove in. Kiten screamed in delight at the intrusion.

The scream inspired MrsDL, who had already lost herself to the fog of lust that the orgy readily created in her mind. Her mouth opened wide, as she had felt her husband's do countless times before, and her jaws pressed against the tender flesh above and below her victim's clit. As she lay on her stomach, she found it easy to throw much of her feeble weight into the maneuver. Only her own lips protected her prey from her sharp teeth. Ungie moaned in appreciation of the added pressure.

MrsDL cut the moan short as her tongue drove into the inflamed lust. Back and forth, she ground the sensitive mound into the woman's willing flesh. The moan resumed louder and more insistent. MrsDL suddenly remembered she had an advantage that her husband refused. Her lips tightened against Ungie's skin, in a grin, as the hard, ceramic, ball of her tongue stud traced the hidden base of Ungie's fiery mound. Ungie screamed.

The fingers spread apart as they buried themselves inside Kiten. Her muscles tried to clench against the blessed intrusion and draw it deeper still, but the resistence only further excited her. The fingers began to withdraw and rode across the hypersensitive nerves. Her body washed the fingers with lubrication, secure in the knowledge that they would plunge deep again. With equal surety, the fingers dove even more heavily and spread even wider. Kiten whimpered as her depths surrendered everything to the invaders.

Ungie reached out, but found nothing to grab. For a brief moment, she thought to clutch the back of her tormentor's head and mash it against her loins, but her submissive nature overcame the thought. Her hands clung uselessly to the blanket beneath her. The feeble grip offered no release, no escape from the mounting sensations. She screamed when she felt the mouth close slightly and press with as much force as Ungie wished to demand only second before. Then the jaws began to work open and closed, as if chewing her groin. The image, along with the knowledge that the woman feasted so willingly, overcame Ungie.

A third finger had joined in Kiten's torment, but this one hadn't entered her. As FtF's palm trailed circles over the engorged pearl, and two of her fingers thrust in and out of the hot depths, her pinky began to drag across even more tender skin. She felt the tight muscles begin to grow moist, as the brunette's body realized there was potential for even more delirium. She continued to circle and impale. With each pass her finger trailed over the puckered flesh. Finally, she felt it relax. With her next cycle, three fingers drove into Kiten at once and she screamed in ecstasy.

Ungie's hips shuddered against MrsDL's mouth. Despite the constant, breathless, moans that issued from the redhead, MrsDL knew she wasn't finished yet. A knee shifted in order to give her more balance and manage her weight, as she brought her hand between her captive's legs. She had to shift around to keep her elbow from catching her breast, but finally she found a comfortable position. Her finger pierced Ungenderless deeply.




AH Fantasies Ch. 12



Ungie's back arched. Fire, shot through her veins. Her hips bucked against the blessed trespasser. MrsDL refused to relent her siege. Her other arm wrapped tightly around the woman's thigh and pulled her mouth even tighter. Tongue assaulted, penetrated and subdued, Ungie clutched, impotent, before the attack of sensation. Tears curled from her tightly closed eyes as another wave of euphoria washed through her. Her cheeks pulled tight with a smile as she screamed, her only method of release.

Kiten's body clenched and relaxed. Her muscles tightened in an effort to simultaneously draw the fingers deeper and force them out. But she didn't feel that. All she felt was the overwhelming power as those same fingers dragged across, prodded and tormented every nerve in her body. All with such small motions. They drilled so deeply she almost thought she felt them caress the base of her neck. As they pulled free, they tugged at the soles of her, now, bare feet. It didn't help that a hand continued to roll and pinch her nipple, even as the attached arm held her all but immobile.

"Stop! Please, please, please, please, PLEASE STOP!" MrsDL found it hard to pull herself away from the wondrous body that writhed beneath her. While Ungie couldn't bear more, her body seemed to demand it. It was a heady drug, to cause that level of pleasure, that MrsDL only occasionally sampled. She knew her husband enjoyed tormenting her past her own ability to bear it, and she understood how his tongue could attack even as she pleaded. Now, she had to pull her mouth free. She slumped to the side and left her arm and leg draped over Ungie. She felt the tremors of delight continue through the other woman and couldn't help but smile wistfully. Finally she rolled onto her back and enjoyed the soft air as it played across her naked flesh.

Kiten slumped weakly forward. Her head found a soft and smooth pillow. She smiled as she realized it was MrsDL's waist. She wrapped an arm around the woman's hips, grateful for the physical reminder after her own body seemed to evaporate under the waves of sensation that FtF had prompted.

"So, has she learned anything from that frisky husband of hers?" Ungie and MrsDL looked at FtF. Kiten didn't feel up to movement quite yet and continued to curl against the solid body next to her. Ungie, still dazed, nodded slightly, a silly, but very content, grin plastered to her lips.

"See for yourself!" FtF's eyes widened as MrsDL grabbed her hips and tugged. After a few moments focused solely on maintained balance, she found herself straddling the woman's face. FtF grinned as she felt arms wrap around her hips and fingers pry open the folds of her lust. "DL always says this is his favorite position to pleasure me from, so I want to know what he likes so much about it."

FtF felt the lips close. Bringing two women to orgasm had already soaked her lust and fanned her need quite successfully. The application of MrsDL's warm, wet, mouth acted as a balm to sooth her fiery loins. Then MrsDL sucked in, pulled FtF's tender bud from it's protective petals, and the inferno flared, greater than before, throughout the blond mastermind. "Gods!" Tongue and piercing began to trace and explore the captured flesh.

FtF's head fell back with a gasp. She closed her eyes to more fully appreciate the care being given to her. Her body shuddered with each quick flick of the tongue. She tensed with every circle of the barbell that pierced MrsDL's tongue. She nearly collapsed every time the woman, trapped beneath her, had to swallow and renew her grip on the tortured clit.

It took MrsDL a few seconds, and much initial shifting, to find a comfortable position. Her biggest difficulty had been finding her breath. But once the position settled she reveled in the pressure that pushed against her face. She could feel the slightest contraction, twitch and tremble of the blond's pleasure. With each sign, MrsDL narrowed her target and brought even greater sensation.

Kiten's eyes opened as the sweet scent wafted across her senses. For a moment, she thought it was FtF's need, but quickly realized that it was much stronger and closer than that. Her eyes drifted down to the unruly, light brown, hairs by her face. Sure enough, right where they disappeared between strong legs, they glistened with fresh moisture. Kiten smiled and half shifted-half rolled herself aside. The legs parted eagerly for her. She took an exploratory lick and found the cream as delicious as the scent suggested. The slight shudder that accompanied the taste only inspired her more.

MrsDL shuddered as the unexpected tongue assaulter her. She couldn't see which of the two other women dove between her legs, but it didn't matter. The tongue was much more careful than FtF's had been. This seemed more intent on a slow exploration than a quick, if unbelievable, release. The slow caress discovered each fold and meticulously probed their secrets. Constant return trips were made to the quivering muscles of her depths as if new discoveries were constant there.

MrsDL's view was completely obscured by the slight form of the woman who straddled her. The small, perky, breasts shuddered in time with rapidly devolving breath. The tiny waist and strong legs quivered in rhythm with each flick of her tongue. Her jaw was sore from the pressure that pressed against it, but even that showed signs that it pushed the luscious body above her to greater heights. Suddenly, the world was obscured as FtF toppled forward. Nothing more could exist beyond the hot clit in MrsDL's mouth and the warm lust that poured across her chin and down her neck.

Ungie moaned in appreciation. She had moved to get a better view of the proceedings, intent on using her hand once more. Then, suddenly, FtF fell with great accuracy and Ungie found herself with another gorgeous woman between her legs. Ungie collapsed backwards as her body spasmed out of control. It had been too soon after the previous assault, and her body demanded more, even if her frazzled nerves could not bear it. With only a few slow caresses, she writhed on her back, and screamed, once more.

FtF sighed as Ungie, nearly instantly, began to cum fiercely. The nectar poured from her as her body writhed beneath FtF's demanding pace. Her own body rang in sympathetic need to the screaming woman. Then, teeth scraped across her swollen clit as MrsDL sucked her in once more. Held in place by the gentle grip, inspired by the pressure of the woman's jaw, and assaulted by tongue and piercing alike, FtF felt her loins open and her lust escape. She screamed into Ungie's tender flesh as her first orgasm rolled over her.

MrsDL gripped FtF's hips tight. The moment Ungie screamed in ecstasy, MrsDL lost control. Her body shook and jerked as new waves of sensation brutalized her. She barely managed to keep herself from biting FtF's tender mound, as her muscles seized against the euphoria. Only FtF's weight across her face, and Kiten's over her hips, held MrsDL immobile, a fate almost too unbearable.

Tongues attacked viciously, as headlights suddenly rounded into the clearing. Kiten looked up instantly. FtF knew they were there, but could do little other than stop her assault on Ungie, as her body shook beneath MrsDL's unrelenting course. After a few moments, Ungie realized the extra light and moved to feebly cover herself. MrsDL tried to follow FtF's body, as she struggled to pull herself from the blessed torment, but the sudden light blinded her into understanding.

All four women scrambled to hold discarded clothing across their naked bodies when the door to the vehicle opened. "Ain't nothing I haven't seen before!" FtF smiled as the familiar redhead shut off the pickup's headlights. "Sorry it took me so long, ran out of gas and Triple A took forever to get out here."

FtF walked over to Selena cautiously. "I thought you were supposed to be watching Deathlynx?"

"You called. Said a horse threw a shoe and you needed the trailer. Red said. . ." Selena's eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed in annoyance. FtF hung her head in embarrassment. Kiten and Ungie turned to each other and failed to stifle a giggle. "She is so dead!"

MrsDL shook her head and began to collect her clothing. "Come on. We should get back soon. I've got a feeling hubby needs saving."

FtF grinned. "That he does. But how do we save him from himself?"

This story is intended to be a lighthearted romp. I have obtained the permission of all of the participants to use them (mercilessly) and thank them for the liberties. Yes, I will devote a second chapter to the action that was left behind. Thank you for taking the time to read my fantasy. I hope you read and enjoy the others in the chain.

Copywrite April 2007 by Deathlynx 



AH Fantasies Ch. 13



Lee Chambers was chatting with DL, off to the side of their group in the lobby, when a tall woman with long chestnut hair strode into the lobby. A bag was slung easily over her shoulder and she was dressed in heeled boots with jeans and a tailored brown suede jacket over a low cut t-shirt. She was as close to an Amazon as he'd ever seen. 

"Hey, you still there?" DL asked, waving a hand in front of Lee's face. 

Lee's eyes flashed to DL then back to the woman as if irresistibly drawn. She was at the counter now, turned sideways to them. "I have to meet her." If he didn't, he had a feeling he was going to regret it for the rest of his life.

DL turned to look at the woman who had so thoroughly stolen his friend's attention. "Hey," he grinned and called to the rest of the group, "Magica's here." 

Lee trailed in DL's wake, trying to take it in. He watched as DL walked across the room and hugged the woman enthusiastically. That was Magica.... she was one of their group. 

Magica had turned her bright gaze on Lee as DL introduced him. "Lee?"

He was lost in her deep blue eyes and nodded then found himself enveloped in a lightly floral scented hug. He restrained a groan as he wrapped his arms around her. She fit perfectly into his arms, her curves pressed deliciously against him. He tried to drop his thoughts into a cold bath. He didn't want to make things... uncomfortable.

Magica pulled back and smiled into his eyes before being pulled away, to be passed from person to person as the group swarmed her. A sharply cleared throat called her back to the counter where someone was waiting to check her in. 

After she was checked in, Magica disappeared upstairs to stow her bag and freshen up. Her thoughts kept being drawn back to Lee. He was handsome and there had been something, a frisson of energy that seemed to pass between them when she hugged him.

She ran a comb through her hair and splashed some water on her face before hurrying back downstairs. The first face she saw as the elevator doors opened was Lee. It almost seemed as if he might be watching for her. But, then, the whole group was kind of waiting for her. Apparently they were ready to head into the hotel restaurant for dinner. 

Lee and Magica were seated next to each other during dinner. The timbre of her voice kept his blood on a low boil all evening and he held his breath whenever she laughed. It was like riding down a country road with a hard-on. The rumble of the tires on the road keeping him on edge, then a jolt making him ache whenever he hit a rut in the road.

After dinner, dessert and coffee was brought out as a band set up in a corner of the room near a small dance floor. As the band started to play, Lee looked over at Magica. Drawn by his gaze, she turned to him.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked.

"I'd love to," she replied. Her smile showed the dimple in her left cheek.

Lee led her around the tables to the dance floor and they moved easily into each other's arms. The band was rather loud, negating the need for chatter. They simply pressed together and swayed from side to side. He could smell the scent that had been tickling his nose all evening, more strongly now. It was a flower but so light it made him lean in and breathe deeply. 

Magica was enjoying the feel of his strong shoulders with their hard muscles under her hands, their bodies pressed tightly together. She soon noticed that wasn't the only hard part of his body. She didn't know too much about Lee. They'd chatted a bit online, exchanging jokes through private messages. They were practically strangers. She realized that, but it just felt very right with her body pressed to his.

As the song ended, Magica stepped back and flashed him a smile. "Be right back, need to powder my nose."

Lee walked back over to their group as she left but they were getting up already.

"We're headed into the bar for some karaoke," Mrs. DL explained. 

Lee followed behind but in the lobby he found himself veering off toward the ladies bathroom. He flipped the sign to "Cleaning in Progress," slipped inside and looked under the stall doors. There were Magica's boots but no others. Good. He sat on the counter and waited as he heard the sound of a zipper.

Magica started when she walked out of the stall to find Lee sitting on the counter with a predatory look on his face. She smiled slowly and stepped over to wash her hands. "What did you have in mind?" she asked quietly.

Lee slipped off the counter and stood behind her, his hands coming to rest on the button of her jeans as she wiped her hands on some paper towels. He unbuttoned her jeans then slid the zipper down. 

"Something like this," he replied, sliding one hand down into her rose colored panties. Their eyes met in the mirror as his fingers teased the curls of her mound and started a slow massage. Her lips were parted as he watched her reaction in the mirror. Her breathing grew more labored as his fingers slipped between her pussy lips. Two fingers in, he stroked into her as the heel of his palm ground lightly against her clit. He felt her tighten the muscles around his fingers and he pulled out then slid them back into her wet channel. His left hand on her hip, he rubbed himself against her deliciously ample ass. 

Her cheeks were flushed now and her eyes slid shut as she pushed back a little against his hand. She was getting close. Oh God! What if somebody walked in on them? The little burst of adrenaline from the thought sent her over the edge and she moaned as she came on Lee's fingers. 

As her breathing returned to normal, Magica opened her eyes. She felt Lee's fingers drawing out of her pussy. She watched in the mirror as he licked his fingers clean of her juices then reached down, re-zipped and buttoned her jeans. He leaned into her neck and she felt the warm tickle as he pressed his lips to her neck then his hot breath in her ear.

"What do you say we go back to my room?" he asked. 

Not wanting to break the spell, she nodded her assent and followed him out of the bathroom. At the elevator bank, they found a number of their group. Remec, sweet Sarah, Red and Slyc were all waiting for the elevator.

"Hey, there they are." Remec smiled. "We're gonna go get a real cutthroat game of Scrabble started. We could play teams if you want to join us?" 

The elevator doors opened and they stepped on as Magica faked a yawn. "I'm feeling really tired after all that driving," she said. "I think I'm going to call it a night." 

"I'll just walk Magica back to her room, then maybe I'll join you," Lee replied as the doors opened on their floor. The group split in two and headed in opposite directions. 

Magica dug for the keycard in her purse. "You going to check my room and make sure nobody's waiting to ambush me?"

"Actually," Lee replied, pulling out his own key card and grabbing her elbow to stop her. "I think my room is closer."

"Well then, maybe I'd better check your room and make sure no one is waiting to ambush you."

Magica followed Lee into his room, then looked to the right and the left. "Nobody here to ambush you but me, it looks like." She backed him up against the door and kissed him urgently, sliding her arms around his waist and pressing her body to his. 

Lee buried his fingers in her hair and kissed her back, a clash of teeth, tongues and hot breath. One hand slid down her back to encourage her jeans clad ass. The other hand followed to pull her more tightly against him.

The heat and urgency of their need was palpable in the room. Their shirts came off as they backed toward the bed together, kisses pressed to burning flesh. Magica ducked to feel her tongue rub across his nubs and felt his hands undo the hook of her bra. She shrugged out of it and groaned as his hands cupped and supported her warm flesh. 

Her fingers frantically worked at his belt and jeans. Taking them down over his hips, she pushed him back to sit on the bed and pulled off his shoes with the jeans. 

Lee reached out to snag her closer as he sat on the edge of the bed and undid her jeans then pushed them down with her panties. Her trembling fingers rested on his shoulders as she kicked out of her boots and pants. 

Divested of her clothes, she pushed him back and nearly pounced to straddle him, leaning in to kiss him again. His hands delved into her hair once more, mirroring her own passion. Magica reached down to lead his hardened cock to her slick core. She threw her head back with a gasp as she impaled herself on the thick shaft. 

Lee leaned in and lifted one of her breasts to his mouth. He sucked the erect nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and bit gently, working it between his hard teeth. 

Magica's face contorted at the sensations racing through her body. She rocked on him, feeling his shaft caress her to the center of her being while his teeth and hands deliciously tormented her breasts. She rolled her hips and felt his hot breath explode against her nipple. 

Lee pulled her down onto him and rolled her under him, taking control. He thrust savagely into her as Magica held on tightly. They moved together desperately in the culmination of every glance, touch and smile they'd shared that evening. His lips covered hers again as they felt time explode. 

Magica cried out in a keening breath as her body spasmed, accepting Lee's hot fluids. Lee answered her with a guttural moan, shuddering. 

He collapsed over her, both of them panting. He had not expected this when he left home for the Lit-together today. He had thought it would be a fun weekend with friends. He eased off of Magica and smiled down at her flushed face. 

She smiled up at him. Her brain felt to thick to do more. 

Lee pulled her closer, rearranging the blankets around them so he could trace his fingertips lightly over her cooling skin. A loud knock sounded at the door and the couple jumped.  "Lee, you there?" DL's voice called out.

Lee sighed. "Yeah, I'm here."

"We can't find Magica, have you seen her? We're getting worried. The Mrs. went to talk to her and she wasn't in her room."

Magica grinned and giggled. "I'm here, DL."

"Oh... okay then. We'll see you two in the morning."

"Night."

Magica's giggles turned to moans as Lee's fingers moved over her body once more.





AH Fantasies Ch. 14



Chapter 14: Castle Rollingrock

Author's note: The following was inspired by Chapter 6 of this chain, "Falling's Follies" by Skip1934a. As with all the other chapters, the characters were pulled from the online personas of volunteer members of the Author's Hangout (with a touch of real life descriptions and such), but their actions, activities, and words are merely a function of the fantasy and should not be any indication of how they normally behave.

The reluctant messenger trudged up the thick, wet grass of the embankment he'd fallen down. Served him right, he thought, for not noticing the ditch in the first place. Why Her Grace didn't have the sorcerers send out the invitations to those who were off the regular post or trade routes was beyond him. But, when he considered where he was headed, perhaps it wasn't possible for magical communication to make it through.

"And, only someone like myself," he muttered, "would be likely to agree to come out here by themselves for something as simple as a party invite, even for the Duchess of Florafawn." Indeed, there were many reasons why he wasn't a fool like others—happy in the wearing of motley and carrying a jingling stick—but was known as The Fool...coarse, abrasive, but direct and insightful as well. All traits that were well suited for dealing with Castle Rollingrock. Or, more accurately, with its scion and that succubus of a half-sister of his.

Fool finally returned to the road and headed back toward the lights gleaming through the fog ahead of him. It wasn't incredibly faster than moving through the brush, but it was level and the Fool didn't have to worry about picking up ticks. Of course, in the castle ahead, there were other bloodsuckers in search of fresh prey, but he'd deal with that if it came up.

The jingle-jangle of a coach coming along the road behind him forced Fool to step carefully back into the grass. The driver slowed the horses as he noticed the figure beside the road and leaned down as if he was speaking to someone within the carriage. "Whoa!" he told the horses as he pulled the reins and stopped near to the Fool.

An arm beckoned Fool closer from the window of the carriage. He made a step or two, just for show, but stayed well out of reach. He heard a low, throaty chuckle from within. "Not trusting of strangers met on the open road, are we?" a deep voice asked. "A good precaution, especially on this road." The speaker leaned partially out of the window and Fool could just make out the bearded chin and eyes that gleamed with a red glow from beneath the cover of a hooded cloak.

"This is the way to Castle Rollingrock, yes?"

Fool nodded and lit up one of his cigars. "Yeah, I believe so."

"Good...very good...I have business there. Would you like a ride? You may sit beside my driver." Fool nodded and stepped over to pull himself up onto the seat. The driver was slender and dressed in drab clothes that hid most of his physique to the less observant, but Fool marked him as being built like a man used to handling a carriage team and, possibly, of easily handling anyone who might try to waylay this coach.

The man nodded and said, "Woody, or so they call me."

"I'm just Fool. No other name fits me any longer."

Woody nodded again and snapped the reins. The horses took off and the coach set off once more. The men rode in silence. Fool pondering the odd passenger in the carriage behind him, and Woody thinking of whatever drivers think about during the quiet of the road.

And, within the carriage, the man with the burning eyes thought about the envelope he bore and how he might be rewarded for the information he brought his Mistress. 

*******

"Well? Where are the next group of entertainers? Do I have all day for this?"

"No, my Lord, I am certain they are about to be here. They were preparing themselves just a short while ago." Belegon disliked not having things go his way. A lesser man might have been beside themselves, but the current Chamberlain of Castle Rollingrock was barely flustered. Perhaps his body language conveyed a bit more anxiety, or his voice held just that touch of trembling that comes from not biting one's tongue, but—compared to his predecessors (of which the official count was six, but there was always that time when Lord Remec had just returned from Somerland, and no one knew how many servants he'd had and lost then), he was doing remarkably well.

Lord Remec rose from his seat upon the dais at the far end of the audience chamber. "Preparing, you say? The usual suite?" He strode across the room as Belegon nodded, and headed down the hall to see what was holding things up.

The door to the suite was closed, and Remec paused for a moment. He shook off the passing sense of courtesy, gave the door a swift series of knocks, and then opened it. He stopped, speechless, as he took in the scene before him.

One of the castle's wenches was crouched on her hands and knees behind one of the performers. She lay with her body resting against the other woman's back and was in the process of nibbling her ears and neck. The other woman had her hands entwined in the hair of a male performer's head, holding him steady while they kissed.

As Remec watched, the male performer gave the wench a nudge. The wench leaned herself across the other woman's body and began folding down the edge of the gown the woman wore. As her larger than fist sized breasts came into view, Remec licked his lips at the sight of them and then bit his lower one as the male performer palmed them both and began alternating between squeezing them softly and rubbing his hands against the thick, hard nipples in a circular motion.

"Ahem." 

The woman in the middle broke off the kiss to lazily look over the man's shoulder and meet Remec's eyes. "Milord," she said with a nod of her head. "Are we late for our audition? I'm afraid we got involved in a last bit of rehearsing." The wench giggled and turned her own bright eyes to Remec as well.

Remec swallowed to empty his salivating mouth and nodded. "Yes, yes you are. But, by all means, continue, we shall consider this to be your audition."

"And how are we doing, so far?" she asked as the man shifted down to fill his mouth with each breast in turn. She smiled at the way Lord Remec's pants were beginning to tent as he pulled a chair up close to the bed the trio lay on.

"Most impressive," he said. 

Impressive laughed at the remark. "Your Lordship has heard of me, yes? Or was that merely a verbal coincidence? No matter." She shifted herself slightly on the bed to regard Remec directly and give her male companion better access to her bosom. "What would your Lordship like to see?" she asked as she brought her arm up to caress the side of the wench's face. She drew the woman's mouth to her and looked away from Remec for a moment. Remec considered his own desires as the women's tongues played together, and the male slid lower down still to fondle and adore Impressive's breasts while letting them be seen as much as possible.

"You," Remec answered.

With a tap to one tattooed shoulder, Impressive got the man to move and rose from the bed. She stepped closer to Remec, while the pair behind her continued auditioning. She regarded Remec up close and then smiled and shook the curls of her hair to refresh them from lying down. "All of me?" she asked.

Remec nodded. "Yes," he whispered.

Slowly, Impressive smoothed out the front and sides of her gown in one fluid motion. Her breasts sat high and firm, still exposed from the titshelf built into the dress. She slipped her hands beneath them for a moment, as if presenting them even more to Remec, and then tucked her fingers inside the edge of the gown and pulled the loose ties farther apart and shrugged the dress off her shoulders. As it fell to her hips, she removed each arm from its sleeve and then let the whole gown drop to a pile at her feet.

Behind her, the couple could just be made out disrobing as well, and the wench began lavishing kisses along the tattooed man's cock. She then turned sideways to Remec and knelt upon the bed. The man moved to press up against her ass and Remec could just hear the sound of the wench being penetrated.

They began rocking against one another, but Remec was only tangentially aware of them and their actions. His attention and focus was on the curvy body before him. Impressive turned to one side and then the other, showing off her profile to him, and then pirouetted to display her backside as well. Remec's breathing slowed as he drunk in all the facets of the pale performer, and he leaned back in his seat to subtly adjust the tension of his slacks against his cock.

"And? What next?" Impressive asked as she stopped showing off and stood squared up to Remec once more. As she had shifted about, she stepped from within her dress and kicked it off under the bed. She was confident she knew what he would say. In fact, confidence was readily apparent in all of her body language and even in her gaze, and drew Remec in as much, if not more than, the way she looked.

Remec stood up slowly. A slight sound at the doorway made him turn his head. Chamberlain Belegon was there. He bore a unusually worried look to his face. Remec arched an eyebrow as he found little that ever worried Belegon, and motioned to the man to be quick.

"Milord, a dark carriage has arrived. They have picked up a servant of Her Grace, Duchess Falling, who has a message for you. The passenger of the carriage has already gone to your sister's chambers." Chamberlain Belegon paused moment. "It was the Shadowed One."

"Lovely," sighed Remec. He turned back to Impressive and stepped close to her. "I am needed elsewhere. You will dine with me this evening?" He brushed a hand against her cheek and gazed into the swirling mix of brown and green of her eyes. He leaned in and gently kissed her lips, then turned to go.

Impressive laughed. "So, successful audition?"

Remec nodded. "Indeed." 

******

Dripping water echoed down the long, dark hallway. It mingled with the sounds of low moans that reached Nosferatuness' keen ears, but came from somewhere beyond the range of even her vision. She sometimes wished the Mistress would let her wander about at will to explore all the tunnels, side passages, and chambers that Castle Rollingrock's lower levels held.

Much of it was dungeons, Nosferatuness knew, but not all. There were places where things happened that mutually benefited both parties involved. She'd participated in many such events at her Mistress' direction, but sometimes she just wanted to watch. The thought of quietly standing in the shadows to bear witness to what others might call an atrocity was a comforting image when her day had grown dull. 

Nosferatuness had considered that the Mistress might very well be open to such a request, but it was not her place to make requests of Her in even the least of ways. So she walked where and when she was told to, and reveled in the delight at fulfilling Her wishes and commands. She especially loved tasks such as this evening's.

She stopped before a cell and rose to her tiptoes to peer through the small square of bars at the prisoner within. She smiled. Breaking the righteous was always such a pleasure. Her tongue flicked lightly over her lips and brushed itself against one of her fangs. Perhaps She would let me indulge myself for just a taste, she thought.

Inside the squalid room, a figure was chained to the far wall. He normally had the run of the entire cell, but the chains could be wound up so as to bind their wearer flat against the wall or hang them at an angle. This was how he was positioned currently. Arms above his head and slightly forward, but extended so as to leave his chest open. He was not naked, but his shirt was tattered and ripped down the center, while his pants had frayed cuffs and no crotch to cover his genitals.

"Who's there?" he asked. "I can sense your presence, you know. It does no good to pretend I am unaware of you." Nosferatuness ignored the question and wafted through the opening in the door. The man twitched as the inherent chill of her mist form briefly brushed over his skin and reached deep into his flesh. "I should have known it would be you. Are you the only tormentor here? What is your damn name?"

He turned his head at the slight shift in temperature as Nosferatuness reformed nearby. Silently, she reached out a single talon and ran it slowly down the inside of the man's thigh. A moan escaped his lips before he steeled himself and leaned his weight more firmly upon the chain holding him at an angle to the floor. The pressure of the steel cutting into his wrists helped clear his head.

Nosferatuness ran the finger back the other way on the man's skin. As she brushed her hand against his crotch, she opened it to let his sack rest in her palm. Squeezing, just a little, brought another sound of both desperation and desire from the prisoner. 

It also roused his cock.

Contrary to what was expected, as Nosferatuness' cold breath enveloped the growing erection before her, it pulsed and bobbed and the prisoner could feel nothing but heat in his entire pelvic area—abdomen, groin, balls, shaft and cock head. Even the tops of his thighs felt warmer than before Nosferatuness had begun her work.

She smiled at the ease with which she had brought him to full hardness. Teasingly, she stroked his shaft with the edges of her talons and flicked her tongue across the purple tip as well as over the light coloured pressure lines the claws left behind on his cock. Mistress, she thought, is there more for me to do here?

High within the suite of rooms she enjoyed as a permanent guest of Castle Rollingrock, Nosferatuness' Mistress sat before what appeared to be an oversized wash basin. She gazed upon the waters before her and nodded to herself as the scene in the cell played out. Her minion was nothing if not talented. If not for the restriction placed on her by the Power she served, she would enjoy Nosferatuness' talons and tongue for her own pleasure.

"No," she said to the image before her. "Bring him to the edge several times, however you would like, and then return to me here." She picked up a fancily decorated envelope and turned it over in her hand to reread the writing upon it. "I believe I have another mission for you. And messages to carry."

As you wish, Nosferatuness thought back. She took the man's cock in her hand and began stroking it. He bit his lip and tried to draw himself back from her, but her grip was fast and not to be denied. He tried to summon up the picture of his beloved Katrina, but all that came to mind was the slight form and faceless curves that might as well been his torturer. He inwardly cursed himself as he felt himself about to come, when Nosferatuness stopped.

"Damn you!"

Nothing came in response besides a low giggle, and then the warming chill began anew as a tongue ran itself along one ear and a familiar talon slowly began tracing circles about a nipple. He moaned as his disappointed cock began rising once more. 

*******

Remec shook his head and sighed as he walked briskly down the hall followed closely behind by the Chamberlain. It was bad enough that he was saddled with having his father's daughter in the castle, but to have to deal with all the assorted Dark creatures and beings that thought nothing of just dropping by to visit with her—or worse, give her oaths of fealty and do whatever perversion might pop into her little feline head—that was more than just the usual headache.

He reentered the audience chamber and found an old man sitting on one of the best chairs. He had a cigar in one hand and the other was inching its way beneath the short skirt of one of the ladies that seemed to always be about the court.

"Ooh, how exciting," Sarahh was saying. "And you came all this way by yourself?"

"Well, the Duchess of Florafawn wanted this message delivered, and I hate to see a lovely lady's desires go unfulfilled," The Fool answered. He shifted Sarahh a bit as she sat on his knee and brought his face perilously close to her bosom. He blinked as if to reassure himself he wasn't dreaming, and leaned his face against Sarahh's chest. Fool gave a pleasing sort of sigh and let his hand fondle the noblewoman's bottom under her skirt.

"Have you any unfulfilled desires, milady?"

Sarahh squirmed a bit, trying to make the most of the hand and fingers beneath her, and tried to catch her breath enough to speak. "Oooh...do I," was all she managed to get out however before she noticed Remec and the Chamberlain in the doorway.

"Oh! My Lord Remec! I was just...um...." Sarahh's face reddened slightly as she tried to regain her feet without losing any of her gown to the Fool's fingers. Remec laughed and shook his head, motioning Sarahh to remain where she was.

"I can see quite well what you were just," Remec said. "It seems my day to be interrupting people who were just, or being interrupted—as the case may be." He glanced back to Belegon and then to Fool. "You must be the messenger I was told of. And quite a man of words you are to have our Lady Sarahh in hand so soon."

The Fool shrugged. "Sometimes I manage a good turn of phrase, so I've been told, but I am merely a Fool spouting foolish things." He sat up more properly in the chair (the motion bringing Lady Sarahh's bottom away from his hand and up against his lap. Fool cleared his throat to cover any other noise he might make as his lap flexed at the touch of the flesh resting on it. 

"I bear an invitation for your Lordship from Her Grace, Duchess Falling of Florafawn, to attend a gathering of notable personages for drink, feasting, dancing, and whatever else may come to pass," Fool told Remec as he produced the gilded envelope from one of his pockets. He held it out and Remec motioned for the Chamberlain to get it.

Remec took the envelope, opened it, and scanned the note within. "Lady Sarahh, if it would not be too troubling for you to leave us gentlemen alone that we may speak with...Fool...about his trip and other items of note?"

Sarahh rose slowly from her seat and bowed deeply to Remec. "Not at all your Lordship. Chamberlain, Fool..." she curtsied to the others and began to leave. As she backed up beyond Remec and the Chamberlain's sight, she mouthed to Fool, "Later?" To which The Fool smiled and nodded. Sarahh left the audience chamber beaming.

"Now then," Remec began, "tell us about the carriage that picked you up? I am especially interested in anything its passenger might have said about their purpose here in the castle."

As the gentlemen began their talk, Lady Sarahh made her way down the hall and tried to decide what outfit might be best to wear that evening for the feasting. No feast had yet been announced, but with a messenger from a duchess in the castle at the same time that Her Ladyship had noble company visiting, it was a likely event. She had just about made up her mind on one of the more relaxed gowns she owned—a mid-calf piece from Draugia that swayed when she walked, even more when she danced, and was easily hiked up or removed if anything should develop that required a gown to function so—when she became aware of a series of moans, low thumps, and rough breathing from a room up ahead of her.

She approached the chamber cautiously, prepared to scream out if need be. Within she saw one of the castle servants lying upon a bed with a woman between her thighs and a well defined, tattooed man slowly pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. Sarahh's eyes grew wide even as her hands were undoing the ties of her gown and her feet were carrying her into the room and sliding back to shut the door.

The sound of the door moving made the trio glance towards it, and the wench freed her mouth to welcome the newcomer. "Hello, milady. I'd curtsy if I could, you know me," she said. Sarahh laughed as she knelt to join Impressive. 




AH Fantasies Ch. 14



"Not as well as I'm about to," Sarahh said. She gave Impressive a look that said May I? as clearly as if she'd spoken aloud, and Impressive made room to let Sarahh lean in and give the servant's pussy a gentle kiss that broadened quickly as her tongue came out to lap at the mingled juices flowing from the woman.

"Mmm...you do that so well, milady. This is the Lady Sarahh," she said haltingly. She bit her lip slightly. "Milady this is Willie the Slyc," she said as she stroked the man's long cock and then bobbed her head over it's length once more.

"And I'm Imp," Impressive said as she took Sarahh's head away from the wench's pussy and gave her a long, deep, welcoming kiss. She broke the kiss and let Sarahh return to licking and sucking. Impressive ran her tongue about Sarahh's earlobe and reached a hand up to fondle on of her breasts. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sarahh," Imp said. 

She moved around behind the noblewoman, kissing and nipping lightly at Sarahh's flesh. Imp spread Sarahh's asscheeks, and smelled the scent of arousal already upon the woman. "Hmm, someone came prepared," Imp said. "Or mostly so." She then leaned forward and circled Sarahh's rosebud with her tongue. Sarahh stopped for a moment and a shudder ran the length of her body.

Impressive chuckled and caught Willie's eye. "Oh yes, meeting you is very much a pleasure," she added as she began rimming Sarahh and fingering her further dampening pussy. She let her tongue open up Sarahh's asshole for a while and then began fingering that as well, filling the noblewoman and making her slowly begin thrusting her hips back towards Impressive. 

Willie pulled his cock from the wench's mouth and stepped around by Impressive. He knelt down and put himself between Sarahh's cheeks while Impressive held them apart a bit. "Nice," he said as he let himself penetrate her ass and begin slowly feeding his entire shaft into her. 

"Ohhhh," Sarahh cooed. She stopped eating the wench's pussy and gripped the other woman's thighs. "Oh yeah," she said. Her voice was deeper and held a sense of hunger beneath her words. "I've been needing that all day...give it to me, Willie."

"Yes, milady," Willie said as he picked up the pace. Impressive giggled as she stayed where she could watch Willie fuck Sarahh's ass. Behind her, the wench drew herself out from below Sarahh and slipped a pillow beneath her arms and face. She then leaned forward to fondle Impressive's asscheecks.

Impressive gave a glance over her shoulder and caught the wench's eye. "Go on," she said as she knelt and bent herself over. The wench laughed and let her hand explore Impressive's openings, inserting a finger in her pussy and then kneeling herself and planting kisses and teasing swipes of her tongue on Impressive's inner thighs and the flesh around her sex.

"I intend to."

*******

Remec handed the reply to Fool. "Take this answer back to Her Grace, you can leave first thing in the morning." Fool sighed and nodded. Remec laughed. "Very well, first thing after you wake tomorrow, fair enough?"

"Your Lordship is nothing if not understanding." Fool reached into one of his pockets and drew out a pair of cigars. He offered one to Remec, and the other to Chamberlain Belegon, then took out another for himself and lit it off a candle from a nearby table.

"I wish I was of more help, I really didn't speak much with either the owner of the carriage I rode in with or his driver." Fool lounged back on the settee he'd gotten comfortable upon and blew smoke rings at the ceiling between his words. Remec stood. quickly. "A driver? Of course, it's not like even the Shadowed One would so freely use his powers as to bring a carriage here without someone to drive the team. Come, let's see what we can discover from this man."

"Woody," Fool said. "He said his name was Woody. I believe he was seeing to the horses and then was planning on getting something to eat from the kitchen."

"Well, let's see whether that's so," replied Remec. He headed through the halls towards the kitchen, followed by Fool and Belegon. They discovered that the kitchen was quiet and no one seemed to be about. Remec looked at his Chamberlain. Then they both turned to regard Fool. He glanced about to see what they were looking at and then shook his head.

"Don't look at me, I'm just visiting."

"He has a point, your Lordship," Belegon said. "I don't understand where the entire kitchen staff could be. It is very unlike Abstruse. You know what a tight ship she runs."

"True, but she lives up to her name. There are times when I think I will never understand....what was that?" He turned away from Belegon to step further into the room and listened carefully. He motioned towards the small hallway in the rear that led to storerooms and pantries. Belegon nodded and stepped up beside Remec to flank the hall and begin heading down it.

Fool laughed lightly and began making himself a sandwich.

The sounds were quite faint. Moans and thumps and what might be speech could just be made out coming from the door at the end of the hall. Remec gave Belegon a questioning look and the Chamberlain leaned close to whisper, "Dining area for the kitchen staff and other castle workers."

Remec nodded and stepped up to the door and flung it wide open.

Upon the long wooden table in the center of the room, a pair of shapely women could be seen sitting astride a lean but muscular man. Magica had her skirts off and was rubbing her pussy against the man's lips and the lengthy tongue was lapping the juices flowing onto his chin while her fellow wench, while Angelicminx rode the man's equally lengthy cock. She had also dropped her skirts, but her top was also undone and her large breasts bounced and jiggled with each energetic rise and fall she made.

Abstruse sat to one side, taking in the whole scene, with her legs propped up and spread apart. Between her pale thighs, Remec could see another of the kitchen staff--a younger woman with hair in a ponytail that everyone called "Ghost"--teasingly kissing and licking Abstruse's thighs and pussy. The older woman glanced at the doorway and nodded.

"Hello, Remec."

"Hello, Abs...on a break, are we?"

The Castle Rollingrock kitchen mistress laughed and shrugged. "He wanted something to eat, and all of us began with the usual innuendos, and...well, here we are...shall I have them stop?"

Remec shook his head as he began undoing his pants. "Not on your life." He moved up behind Angelicminx and fondled the redhead's thighs and ass. She turned and looked at him over her shoulder. He leaned against her and kissed her deeply. She moaned as Remec's own cock brushed against her and settled into the space beneath and between her cheeks. 

"Milord..."

He silenced her with another kiss while one hand slid his cock back and began rubbing against Woody's shaft and Minx' pussy getting his fingers slick. Remec then moved back and spread Minx' cheeks to start licking and fondling her anus. Minx cooed and began riding Woody that much harder, then gasped slightly as Remec let a finger penetrate her other opening. 

She rode both cock and finger for a while, biting her lip as Remec continued loosening her up. He then positioned himself behind her and eased his cock into her ass. All four people involved let out another series of moans and pleasurable noises as the feeling between Remec and Minx spread to Woody and Magica as well.

And even across the gap to Abstruse and Ghost. The older woman had one hand on the other's head, feeling the softness of her hair and occasionally playing with the ponytail as means of indicating when Ghost had found a good rhythm or had her fingers and tongue in just the right spot.

While Chamberlain Belegon stood in the doorway and tried to convince himself the dining room's table would hold the weight of a fifth person. Finally, he quietly stripped down and moved the table's bench right up beside it and stood so as to offer his cock to Magica. She looked up at him with the most radiant, deep blue eyes Belegon could ever recall seeing and rose higher, pretty much sitting on Woody's mouth and tongue, to undo the bindings covering her bosom and enfold Belegon's cock between her globes.

He nodded his approval and began thrusting his shaft back and forth in the valley of Magica's cleavage until she finally let him free to brush the slick tip of his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth and licked at the purplish head, taking hold of the shaft and leaning to let Belegon brace himself better. Magica gave the Chamberlain one more look and then slipped her lips over his cock and let the whole thing enter her mouth and throat.

Fool watched from the doorway. He slowly chewed a bite of his sandwich as he took in the entire tableau. Mistress Abstruse, whom he'd met when he arrived, seemed to be in her element as she let herself be pleasured by another young protégé while watching a multilevel scene she, no doubt, had orchestrated. He smiled as he backed out and shut the door behind him.

"I think I'm off to find that Lady Sarahh," Fool said to himself. "Then I have a letter to deliver." He laughed. "I hope Duchess Falling is ready for anything. Because that's exactly what she's going to get." Fool turned to one side and cocked his head, then back in another one and smiled with a nod. 

"Isn't that so, milady?"

Standing before her mirror-basin, Lord Remec's half-sister gazed into the scrying pool and raised an eyebrow. "But of course," she said, although she was fairly certain The Fool was only aware of her spying and not her thoughts or words. She turned to look at the bed across the room from her where Nosferatuness was wiping her lips of cum and misting over to her side.

"Both of you go ahead," she told both her female servant as well as the man Nosferatuness had just serviced. "I will go with my brother."

"Do you think that wise, Mistress?" asked the man as he finished dressing and drew his cloak about his shoulders, leaving the hood down for now.

"My dear Duke of Shadows, the invitation was clearly for the named guest and their household." She gave him a slender smile that had signaled the end of many a lesser man. "Am I not is sister?"

Deathlynx chuckled. "Yes, Mistress, as you say."

"Go then, I have much to do once you're on the road."

SelenaKittyn watched the pair depart her chambers and then eased herself back onto the cushions of her daybed and rekindled the waters of the scrying pool. "And, first of all, I believe a little pleasure is not out of place."



AH Fantasies Ch. 15



Okay, this is my first AH Chapter and I'm a little nervous about what you all might think, and I may not do this right, but this story was so great to me and I found the perfect people to use in it. I'm using Joe Wordsworth, Trombonus and Rachlou, but I'm just calling them by shorter versions for sake of reality. I hope you enjoy it.

P.S- I rushed the last half due to CPU crappage and a school schedule that told me to go kill myself again and again, but I got it finished finally, even though it definitely isn't as good as the first.

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The kind of relationship Rach and Joe had was beyond happiness and comfort, they could do anything together, talk about anything, or be anything with each other. In fact, they were the kind of people more likely to act like two childhood friends than a married couple, but that was the greatest thing about them. They had met in highschool, and lead a very energetic and promiscuous lifestyle. Since the two were so keen on eachother, even the sexual fantasies they talked about were made true, sometimes even within their group of friends.

The group included Joe's best friend Trom, he was kind, funny, smart, and the cutest cat-lover anyone could ever meet. During grad year Joe had become aware of Rach's attraction to Trom, even though he and Joe were in many ways alike, and were quite the riot together during social events with the group of friends. Further into grade twelve, after Trom had broken off with his long-time girlfriend, Joe proposed the idea that the three should, 'spend a night together.' He agreed, and since then Rach had always been attracted to Trom, despite the fact that he was happily married as well, though she couldn't help but wonder why he hardly brought her around with him the numerous times he came to visit Joe in their apartment.

***

As Rach cleared the final lap of her kitchen and living room, she set down her silky burmese cat-pal on the sofa, hearing the ding of the oven go off. She hummed to herself a little bit as she slid across the tile floor in her socks, opening up the oven and bending down to check on the lasagna. She poked a fork into it before shutting the oven door -- another hour would do. She stood up and let out a long sigh, crossing her arms and tilting her head back, her ponytail sliding between her shoulder blades slightly. It was unusual having nothing to do, on a day like this she would most likely be up in the office waist deep in paperwork, bouncing off one thing or another. Time off is what she always wanted, but now that she had it, with Joe's absence it was less than exciting.

Rach turned and scratched her forehead with the heel of her hand hidden beneath the loose sleeve of her light blue dress shirt that she wore that day mindless of the yellow pajama pants she wore beneath it. It was five pm, and she still wore her nocturnal dress, just as unusual as having time off. Rolling up her sleeves she made her way to the pile of dishes on the counter. She ran the tap and gazed out the window in front of her. It was still light out with children playing in the quiet street in front of the suburban apartment building. She noticed cars driving by a block away, her neighbor spraying down his SUV, and momentarily afterward, she heard the loud sound of the front door opening and closing in quick succession. Rach payed no attention, it wasn't Joe, he wasn't due home until about 9pm.

"Rach!" She heard a voice call, the visitor sounding like a child demanding attention.

"Trom!" Rach replied in the same enthusiasm while maintaining her focus and facial expression, wiping down the dish in her hands. Sliding across the floor sideways, a tall man with a five o'clock shadow, and scruffy chestnut brown hair entered the room, flipping a random picture upside down on the fridge and sliding it next to the icemaker, introducing his presence in the familiar way, energetic and entertaining.

"Hey, where's Joe?" He asked breathing short and rapidly.

"It's monday evening Trom." Rach said with a discrete smile on her face, imagining the perplexed look on Trom's face when he replied;

"Oh...well then, I ran for nothing."

"Why did you run here? It's a five minute drive, don't you have a car?" Rach teased.

"Well," Trom started as he took a seat on the counter and Rach continued to pile the dishes on the rack to her right. "The Mrs. has it tonight, she's over on the east side visiting one of her woman friends."

"You mean Trina, the one with the fetus." Rach said back matter-of-factly.

Trom paused for a moment and then continued to look confused at Rach's back.

"She's pregnant?"

Snickering Rach turned to look Trom in the eye as if to say, "Woah, what?" before shaking her head and laughing as Trom donned an embellished expression of mock bewilderment.

"What... Did you think she was on bedrest because it's her hobby to carry a large number of basketballs under her huge dress? Wait... that would make her tummy rather lumpy looking."

Trom nodded sarcastically. "Actually I thought she was smuggling narcotics... Hence is why my wife's always at her place."

"Oh snap!"

Entertaining Rach was a pass-time of Trom's and the two had become companions ever since Joe had landed a promotion and reaped extra hours in the office. Since Rach was on vacation Trom always swung by to keep her company. Though most conversations where punctuated with sarcasm and teasing, they were a sidesplitting duo. Every time Rach heard Trom enter the house, no matter how convincing her apparent indifference seemed, she recognized his footsteps and felt butterflies upon his every arrival. However, she reminded herself that Trom was friends with everyone, especially Joe, and Trom had no interest in her whatsoever anyhow. She figured he had always thought, since she was fifteen that she was too young for him, and his present monogamy seemed firmly established to her. 

Trom's marriage seemed to sacrifice excitement for security. Though it was a happy arrangement, it certainly wasn't perfect. It wasn't necessarily that he intended to pursue a relationship with Rach, just that he regretted his failure to seize the opportunity before he was married. He was aware that Joe would willingly facilitate that liaison as long as he was in the room, but Trom stubbornly rejected that opportunity as well out of his desire to stay loyal so that despite his impatience, he could continue to sleep at night.

"You're a gem, you know that?" Rach teased again as she attended to the dishes once more. Trom hopped down from the counter moving mischieviously. He rolled up his sleeves and shrugged his shoulders moving his head from side to side as if cracking his neck before entering a boxing ring. Suddenly his hands dove into the sink, splashing water all over the place. Rach squealed, scrunching up her face as she recoiled to the left, raising her right shoulder as a shield.

"Oh... my, god!... Trom!" she laughingly protested, the water spraying her on the face and the chest of her shirt.

"Don't be screaming my name just yet. We haven't even gotten past first base." He finished his sentence off with a strange look that involved his tongue sticking out slightly, Rach just glared at him and laughed, feeling those insistent butterflies again. It seemed as though she was being teased, as if this was Trom's attempt at egging her on. Knowing, however, that these were just his 'amusing' ways, she attempted to subdue the feeling of excitement and fight back.

"Ever since highschool Trom. You're a real player aren't you?" She attempted sarcasm, trying to mimic the way Trom did it first. However, now he had the same tickling sensation happening in the pit of his stomach.

"Oh, so you aren't interested?"

"Ew! You've got wife cooties!" She replied, wearing the same look that conveyed that she was jesting. Just then Trom ran his soapy hands through his hair, arching his back, closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out till it touched his chin. He continued to satirically reenact a shampoo commercial as Rach began to laugh.

"What the hell are you doing!" She said mid-laughter

"You mean..." He started as his hands circled around his chest before scratching at his stomach. "You don't wanna get...with...this?" He stopped and then looked over to Rach with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, and a 'seductive' look about his eyes.

"You are so bloody odd!" Rach sputtered between laughter.

"You're my inspiration." He said as his hands dipped once more into the water retrieving a fistful of cutlery before throwing it unceremoniously into the rack, in a sudden surprisingly awkward motion that was humorous in itself. "In fact, it's the same inspiration that pushes me...ahem." He paused to put on a 'serious' face that seemed to gaze through a hole in the wall and with an artificially nervous sounding voice he began again. "Over the edge... when... well you see... when a man and his hand love each other very very much", he finished with his eyes shifting side to side.

The battle of secrets was had taken up momentum of its own, neither of them comprehending what had been set it motion.

Rach rolled her eyes, and couldn't help but beam as the conversation became progressively amusing. She donned a valley girl accent and flipped her hair back, resting her weight on her hip as she scrubbed another glass from the sink.

"Do you like, think of what you like, want to like, do to me?"

Trom paused momentarily, feeling his stomach backflip as he appeared outwardly unphased.

"Like totally." Said Trom imitating Rach's accent.

Rach pushed him farther.

"like...what?" Her voice drifted off as she noticed him planting his gaze on her for more than a second. He was admiring the subtle arch of her body which made itself readily apparent even through the loose dress shirt covered it up. Just the sight of this made Trom want to reconsider hours of thoughtful deliberation on a subject that had recently plagued his mind, and ruin a perfectly good dress shirt.

"Like..." His accent broke down like a station wagon and he cleared his throat and before he knew it, the boundaries he'd set in place began to buckle at the persuasion of the current situation. His right hand emerged from the water and came to rest on her right thigh, so that his arms were crossed a bit awkwardly in front of him. Rach's senses perked up, and she let him touch her, indulging herself with in his touch. 

"And then what..." She whispered quickly, her hands trembling with excitement as she felt the approach of his breathe, and his deep voice answering her this time without all of the affectation. Her eyes closed as she struggled to contain her arousal, she began to dampen in the anticipation brought on by even the slightest touch.

"And then..." He trailed off as he bent down slowly, but keeping his lips slightly parted near her ear as his fingers skimmed her inner thigh. Rach exhaled sharply, and tilted her head back subconciously, but corrected herself as she realized this. Trom felt pressure beneath his jeans as the tip of his tongue ran across his lips and he swallowed having kept his mouth open too long.

"And... th-" Rach spoke but Trom cut her off as he stowed his words and moved behind her, letting three fingers probe the location between her thighs where he suspected her clit to be before pressing down hard. Though the exact spot was elusive due to her loose fitting pants she responded in a way that encouraged him with a sudden gasp and by grasping the wrist of the hand he used.

Rach lurched forward and steadied herself with her left hand as Trom pressed his erection against her through his trousers, pressing on an opening that he would soon discover had already become enticingly wet.

As Trom's breath escaped Rach could feel it's heat against the nape of her neck as his left hand ran up her left side into her ponytail, catching a piece of the hairtie and pulling it out so that her soft, flowing hair grazed her shoulders. He burried his face in the crook of her neck as she replaced the hand on his wrist to the back of his head, becoming less composed with each firm clench of his fingers.

Rach could feel Trom's buldge in his jeans pressing against her lower back as she leaned forward. Trom then began to run his fingers through her hair softly, starting from her forhead and drawing towards the back, she seemed mesmerized, and he felt needed.

Suddenly Rach turned around and pulled him into a lustful kiss be planting both of her hands on the back of his neck. Trom fell into it, and immediatly began to drown in passion as Rach's tongue fought for his. Her hands were so gentle, and so forbidden, and yet they felt like they absolutley had to have him. Rach ravaged his lips, and he immediatly embraced her withhis arms and his torso, as he began to unbotton her dress shirt. Rach didn't hold back, she tilted her head back and bit her bottom lip slightly as Trom hungrily went for her neck. As the loose dress shirt began to fall down her shoulders Rach moved her hands to begin tearing open his jeans. As soon as the dress shirt had bunched up around her elbows, Trom's zipper was down and button undone just enough for her to reach in and pull out his cock. But just as she did so, Trom yanked down her pajama pants and scooped her up, planting her on the edge of the sink, then hooked his right middle finger around the smooth fabric of her panties and pulled it to the side, for a moment admiring the wet silk he felt on the back of his fingers. He then positioned his tip as best as he could before steadily pushing himself into her, Rach clutched Trom's shoulders as he once again connected his body with hers, only this time internally as well as externally.

Rach gave a soft whimper as she let one of her arms slip from his shoulders and swipe accross the counter, sending dirty glasses crashing to the floor, simulatneously feeling Trom's pelvis jerk forward at a slow but strong pace. She couldn't hear the dishes crash as she arched her back, leaning on the hand that she let drop from him. Her other however, was clutched onto his shirt, and her hair swirled on the top of the counter as she let her head fall backwards. Troma dmired the wonderful curves of her body as he brought his right hand to her lower back and ran it up her spine softly, his other hand on her hip. Rach let out a more throaty whimper that sent chills down Trom's spine, giving him that feeling in his stomach whenever she moved a certain way. 

Rach's body swelled with excitement as Trom began a faster steady pace. She sat up straight with her eyes closed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders once again, as he slid his fingers up and down her back gently. He so badly wanted to ravage her and her forbidden body, but he wanted to be gentle to her, because this was more than just a quickie affair. Trom stopped to think only for a second of what Joe might think if he were to find out, but then he remembered their open relationship...but Trom hadn't asked Joe beforehand. His thoughts were drowned out by Rach's high-pitched moan, he took that as his cue and sped up still keeping intertwined with her. Trom ran his fingers up her neck and into her hair, grasping it gently and basking in the shudder that resulted. 

Rach could feel herself even now beginning to reach her peak as the pleasure grew stronger, tighter, and more intense. Her moans became obvious now, right next to Trom's ear, which aroused hime ven moreso that he held back the urge to jackhammer into her, until she gave him the order to.

"Harder.." she managed to push out, which sounded more like a desperate cry for help. Immediatly Trom's doubts in the back of his mind that she may have been putting on a show disappeared. She looked so good to him and he had to consider it. But he obeyed. A low grunt came out of his throat as he took one of the legs that was wrapped around his waist and lifted it daringly over his shoulder. He squeezed onto her calf and exposed his facial expressions to her, which she caught, and noted his concentration on making her feel good. He didn't go much faster, but he pumped her harder. With every stroke he pushed his pelvis so hard that a slapping sound was heard loud and clear between the two of them, and Rach's heart jumped. 

He didn't want to tell her he was about to cum in fear that she wasn't ready yet, but as soon as her little squeals became a bit more shrill, he felt a twitch on the inside of her underneath his shaft. He let all of his breathe go out of him in a sound of extreme pleasure, and said the words that set Rach off.

"I'm going to cum.." He whispered. He said it quickly, and Rach could feel his body trembling, and the beads of sweat on his forehead dropping onto her. Rach helped him along as she felt clench after clench inside of her, and thrusted her hips back. Again and again she tensed until she felt it, the wave of pleasure shooting through her thighs and up into her chest. Rach let out a tensed screech as she drove her fingernails into Trom's upper back and clung to him, pressing her face into his chest. Her electrifyed response set him off, as he burried his own face in the crook of her neck and released a shakey breathe and low-pitch grunt. He exploded inside of her as his entire lower body twitched, and the two collapsed within eachother, intertwined until Rach had finally gathered herself.

***

Rach lay awake in her bed until her bedside clock-radio had turned 9:30pm. She finally began to drift into sleep when she woke with a start, sitting up and looking next to her, finding no one. She heard footsteps outside, and she then felt relaxed, and peeled off her comforter, making her way towards her expected husband in the living room.

"Joe?" She called, as he turned around in full view from behind the fridge door. He finished the bite of his apple and set it on the counter, still in his blazer it seemed he had just entered the house.

"I thought you had already gone to sleep." Joe mentioned as he opened his arms. Rach immediatley walked towards him with a warm smile on her face and wrapped her arms around his middle, for a second forgetting about the 4 hours before.

"Why so quiet?" Joe said curiously as he looked down at his bride, and for a moment Rach found it hard to look at him, but she looked up and smiled after a few seconds, shaking her head confidently.

"Nothing, just tired." She replied.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, taking another massive bite of the apple and taking off his blazer, and setting it neatly on the table before swallowing the rest of the fruit. Joe began to undoe his shirt, revealing the white wife beater underneath as he tilted his head to the side a bit at the sleepy Rach. 

"Why don't you head to sleep, love? I'll be there in a little bit."

Rach looked up from the ground, and sort of shook herself into looking at her husband in the eye, not wanting to move in fear that it would give something away.

"I will in a few minutes." She answered as she turned her back. Joe suddenly found himself staring at the ground as well, and noticed a sharp of glass underneath the cabinet, he cocked his left eyebrow and then looked to the fridge, seeing the overturned magnet by the icemaker.

"Did Trom stop by today?" Joe called before Rach went out of sight, her heart almost stopped.

She turned around stiffly, "Yes, " she replied with a little bit of a stutter, "Like he does everyday."

"Rach, are you okay? You seem...distraught" Joe said as he stepped a bit closer, as Rach's eyes went to the floor.

"No no, I'm okay, just tired." RAch smiled again, attempting to cover herself as she turned her back. She looped around the middle section between the study and the kitchen, staring at the floor, hoping to make it to their bed, when she was stopped suddenly by Joe's figure right in front of her.




AH Fantasies Ch. 15



"You were with him weren't you?" Joe snapped, and Rach's heart raced, but before she could fully answer he cut her off.

"You were! You were with him and you're trying to keep it from me, why?" He demanded

Everything was happening so fast, one minute her husband was concerned, the next minute he was badgering her with questiosn she had no time to answer.

"Joe, you're scaring me" Rach whimpered as Joe narrowed his eyes and looked before her.

"I want you to tell me the truth!" Joe ordered, raising his voice.

"No, no I didn't I-" She was cute off again when Joe siezed her throat and backed her hard into the wall, when she hit it she let out another pitiful whimper.

"Stop, Joe!" She tried to push out with the pressure on her throat growing.

"What? Was he gentle?" He ordered as he pressed even harder. Rach felt her eyes almost roll into the back of her head as she clutched his wrist with her left hand and tried to pry it off her,\

"No-no he-" She attempted one more time to convince him nothing happened, but again it had failed and Joe twisted it to his advantage. 

"Oh, so he was rough then?" Joe clenched his teeth and with his free hand pulled her shirt open and siezed one of her breasts, squeezing it hard enough to leave white fingerprints on her pinkish skin. Rach let out a quick sigh of pain as he began to move his hand in a circular motion, and press up against her. She could feel his erection stiff against her stomach,a nd was instantly reminded of how soft and sweet she had experienced Trom's against her back, which is when Joe took her by the shoulder and spun her around so fast that she didn't protect her cheek from smacking against the wall.

Rach whimpered again in pain as she pleaded for himt o stop, but Joe only took it as encouragment. Joe grabbed the hair on the back of her head and wrenched it back, creating a painful curve of Rach's body as he undid it his pants as quick as possible, and then slipped hers down as well. Her yellow pajama pants hung down only to her knees that were bent outward as Joe dipped his fingers into the wetness that had already occured. Rach let out another sigh, she was still astonished and frightened by Joe's way of dealing with something she hardly thought were anger him as much as make him compete, but feeling his familiar technique, different in a way, was still pleasing.

"You're already wet Rach, is that from me or from him?" He pulled harder on her hair as she squeezed her eyes shut, she almost forgot about the hold he had. He pressed another finger inside of her, now making it three, and then spread them as wide as he could, and turned them from left to right. Rach brought one of her arms back, feeling a tight but tickling sensation on the sensetive vaginal walls he was so carelessly exploring. He took his hand off of her hair and wrapped it around her mouth, creating tension on her neck.

Rach didn't have time to think about the pain in her back and her neck, but she was even more terrifyed as to why he had covered her mouth, until he released his fingers from her, and planted his wet fingers on her hip, and then dug into her skin. 

"Try not to scream dear, I don't think Trom likes screamers, or does he?"

Rach tried to squirm from his grasp but, it was almost as if he had expected it, he drew his hand back some and quickly slapped her bare skin and grabbed her hip once again, plunging his erection into her without warning or slow build-up. He immediatly began to pound into her, both pulling on her hip back and thrusting his forward. Rach experienced bewilderment rather than pain, he'd never gone quite this hard and fast before, and her body was being shaken so quickly she experienced it more like a dream than anything else. She tried to tell him to stop and to let her go behidn his hand, but they only came out as cries.

"Is that hard enough for you?" He said in an unfamiliar deep, growl-like voice. "Did he fuck you like this?"

He began to go even harder, a harsh slapping sound beign echoed through the hallway as his pants began to sink lower towards the ground. Tears began to fallf rom RAch's eyes from squeezing them hard, but all of the sudden, it wasn't fear that she felt, but anger.

It became clear to her that she wanted to hurt him back when he pulled away from her and pulled her up by her hair, though as he began to turn her around once again she helped him along by qhipping herself around and striking him hard accross the face with her hand. Joe stepped back, but immediatly diminished the feeling of victory Rach had taken in, by slapping her back with the back of his hand, and then pushing her hard to the floor.

Just as Rach hit the floor, Joe planted himself on top of her, but not quick enough, for even with the little trickly of blood on the corner of her mouth, Rach managed to slide out from under neath Joe's mass and take off, but her spiteful husband managed to grab her by the ankle and send her ont he ground again. But Rach didn't give up, as he was coming for her again she kicked him hard with her heel in the chest and ran off again, heading for the stairs.

Joe staggered up, and dashed after her, even though one stride of his equaled two of hers, and he caught her again. once again, he threw her to the floor and landed on top of her, pushing air out of Rach's lungs, and holding her arms high above her head with one hand as he spread her now bare legs and entered her again. Joe raised himself up to her ear so that his hot and heavy breathe was loud. He continued to push her right hip down into him as he proceeded to slam into her after a slow drawback.

"Are you thinking of him?" He said in a growl, but she didn't answer. Joe let out a moan and bit into her neck, hard enough to make her cry out in agony.

"I bet you're thinking of him, soft and slow..." Joe then began to speed up rapidly, now jackhammering into Rach as her breathe became short and her moans louder. She began to feel pleasure now, the pressure on her hips, and the harshness of Joe's body liek she had never felt it before. Even the fear and the anger added to it, though she was ashamed she began to enjoy it.

"Who am I?" He demanded, and Rach began to sput out his name, but he grabbed her by either side of the face and looked into her eyes.

"Say my name!" He ordered, and once she had understood, it took her a moment, she began to feel herself tensing between her legs. She let out a very high-pitched shriek of pleasure as a powerful climax took over her senses, and she cried; "Trom!"

Suddenly the door slammed from a room far behind them, and Joe rolled back onto his heels, pulling her up and carrying her with her legs wrapped around him. Rach was confused, and shaky from the orgasm that was stillf lowing through her body. She felt weak, but she felt no reason to struggle form her husband, now that he was stroking the skin on her back softly, and kissing her neck and cheek, for that she was incredibly puzzled. Joe sat down gently onto the couch and began to pull his wife back and forth slowly over him as she heard footsteps coming from behind, she looked back and gasped, then looked back at her husband, failing to hide a smirk. He looked up at her and and kissed her softly on the lips as Trom came from behind her, already shirtless and wearing only boxers. He began to nip at her neck and stroke her breasts softly. It was only a few minutes before Rach caught on, but she couldn't find the strength to speak as Joe pulled her closer to him and whispered "Relax" into her ear.

That was Trom's cue, he ran his hands down her curves and planted them on the backs of her thighs, and then pulled upwards, raising her ass and spreading it apart. Rach opened her eyes and looked back, Trom looked up at her and leaned it, kissing her as he pressed the tip of his cock on his target. RAch gasped as he pushed slowly, the stretching feeling was something long forgotten in that area and she at first found herself tensing, but as he pushed deeper and deeper, hearing him moan in the pleasure he got from it, she relaxed, and let herself be passed back and forth between the two of them.

There Rach sat, no longer afraid and no longer angry, but she understood what was going on finally. She was passed forward by Trom, and back to Trom by Joe, working slowly in unison, she helped them along by arching back and swaying her hips. She planted one hand on Joe's chest and another looped behind her around Trom's neck, which forced him to lean forward and start kissing her neck again. Joe eventually did the same as Rach's breathing picked up. The two began to thrust a bit faster. Rach could feel herself beginning to reach her peak for the third time, as did the two men. Trom hugged her around her waist as he let off a trembling moan, and squeezed her around her middle, Rach's tense and high pitched squeal was heard louder than ever as Trom sent a rush of fluid into her, as did Joe when Rach bent forward to hold onto her husband. But she was raised again, for she managed to let off one last scream as she let herself go. Trom and Joe pulled out revealing a ravaged scene between the girl's legs, and held onto her, the three in one trembling mess.

Suddenly Trom broke the silence after a moment or two.

"One more?" He suggested, and Rach's eeys widened

"Wha-" She was cut off by an agreement made my Joe.

"One more." 



AH Fantasies Ch. 16



Chapter 16: The Redheads

This is story takes place at the same time as AH Fantasy Chapter 12. So if you'd like to know how the poor sap (also known as 'me') ended up trussed and at the mercy of so many lovely ladies, I recommend you check out that chapter as well ;)

"Is it really the best idea to leave him with the redheads?" CrimsonMaiden looked up in feigned shock. RedHairedandFriendly and MagicaPractica shared a look that could very well have confirmed Kiten69's fears, had it been seen.

"Selena will keep them in line." Unfortunately, FallingtoFly's assessment was fairly accurate. SelenaKittyn seemed to be taking her responsibility seriously. She had even helped the other three women move him into the small room in the barn. The argument for the arrangement had been simple; 'not only will it keep others from seeing him, and wondering why he's tied up and unconscious, but he might get sick out here like that.'

Of course, Magica, Crim and Red had all spent enough time around Deathlynx to know that they could inject him with the plague and chances were good he wouldn't get so much as the sniffles. Still, Selena hadn't spent nearly as much time chatting with DL, so it served to get them somewhere a little more private.

Or perhaps, 'intimate' was batter word to describe the room. The four looked around in awe and Magica whistled in appreciation. "Only Falling would have a bedroom this well appointed hidden away in her barn!" The others laughed with her and nodded their agreement. Selena almost didn't want to put DL on the comfortable looking king-sized bed, but agreed that the bindings would have made the couch a difficulty.

So Magica, Red and Crim sat on the couch, while Selena took the comfortable recliner. The three fidgeted under the stern gaze of the fourth. Selena had moved the chair so that she could see both the captive, and the mischievous women. "Oh, don't fidget you three. Find something interesting to do! The ride alone should take twenty minutes or more. And then there's the 'picnic' they had planned. They should be gone for well over an hour." This time, Crim and Magica shared the look, while Red feigned solemnity.

Selena wasn't unaware of the glances that kept passing between the three redheads. That was the whole reason she'd been left behind. These three needed to be watched, not Deathlynx. He was out cold, and even if he woke up, Kiten knew her knots. He wasn't going anywhere, provided the women were kept in check.

Each of the three women on the couch had a mischievous streak in them. Crim was the most reserved of the three, but Selena knew even she could be wild at times. And worse still, DL was a horrific flirt. If they had decided to pull some kind of prank on him, it was likely quite well deserved. But still, Selena had been given her responsibility and she intended to see it through.

A few minutes later, all four women jumped at the sound of the phone. A flurry of confusion followed, as they all scrambled to find the barn's phone. On the third ring, Red produced it from beside the night stand. "Hello? Oh, hey! What? Is everyone okay? Awwwwww." She paused for a moment. "Not a problem. We'll bring it around."

Red hung up the phone and turned to see three expectant faces. "That was Falling. Apparently one of the horses has thrown a shoe. Everyone's okay, but the horse is going to need to be taken care of. They're going to cut things short and just come straight back, but they need the trailer to bring him back. Anyone know where the keys to the pickup are?"

Selena tried not to glance at the keys on the wall. "I've heard about your driving. You are not driving her pickup!" Red blushed slightly and looked away while she mumbled something about 'baseless lies.'

"I'll drive!" Selena's head spun to pin Magica with her gaze. She and Crim stood nearby, their hands clasped behind their backs, as they tried to look as innocent as possible. They failed miserably. They, all three, were certainly up to something. That much Selena knew. She had assumed it involved DL, but their sudden willingness to drive out to help FtF didn't bode well. Maybe running into him had been an accident that they simply needed to cover up, while involved in something else?

Trying to unravel their motivations was too much for Selena. No, it would simply be quicker to drive out there herself. If something was wrong she'd be there to help, and if not, she'd be back quickly enough to stop their misadventures. "I'll take the truck out to pick them. You three stay here. And behave!" The three nodded meekly. Their dejection seemed real enough for Selena to believe she had definitely done the right thing.

A minute later, Crim, Magica and Red heard the truck pull away. Magica instantly flopped down to recline across the top of the bed. She began to play absently with DL's hair as it lay near her stomach. "Well, that'll give us a few minutes alone with him, maybe ten tops."

Crim nodded and smiled. "And knowing his lazy butt, it'll take at least that long to wake the boy up!"

Red's grin was rueful. "We should have all the time we could want. FtF didn't call." She held up the cell phone in her hand.

"So? We got rid of Selena, but the moment she finds the others she'll know she's been had and race back here."

"Ah, but how far will she get with only half a gallon of gas?"

Crim's grin rivaled Red's. "Far enough she won't come back here to get gas, but not far enough that she'll reach FtF and send them back on the horses!"

"Aaaaaaand," Magica started, "I saw the women ride into the trees, so the trailer can't follow directly, even if the truck could."

Red sat down on the edge of the bed and began to trace the buckle of DL's belt. "And I can certainly think of a few ways we could wake him up more quickly. Most of them would even leave him in the perfect state of mind for our own plans." She grinned as she looked back and forth between Magica and Crim. "But as things stand, we don't even need to worry about it." Her hand moved to cup the bulge in DL's pants. "Do we?"

As Red asked the question, she gently squeezed. Deathlynx, still prone and bound, couldn't help but moan as she began to caress him through the black jeans. When he didn't answer, she gripped a little harder. "All right, I'm awake!" Crim's eyes widened. Magica tensed as his head rolled to view Red.

"But...but...but...I knocked him out!"

DL's glance flickered upward to Magica and his grin turned sheepish. "It was a good hit, but too low. I just played possum to see what was going on." The thought ended with another moan of appreciation as Red worked the pants open and repeated the massage with just his boxer-briefs. His eyes slid closed to better appreciate the sensation.

"You're still our captive you know." DL's head whipped around at the whisper. Crim had moved to the opposite side of the bed from Red. He found himself surrounded by beautiful women, and all redheads. If he didn't know better, he'd have assumed that she'd hit him too hard and he'd gone to heaven. But he knew Heaven'd never let him in, troublemaker that he was.

"Captive am I? So certain of this you are?" Red squeezed once more at his gratuitous Star Wars reference. Without the protective layer of denim all three could see DL flinch. "Okay! I'll behave."

"Behave well, you will. Poor performance, punish we will!"

Deathlynx rolled his head to grin appreciatively at Magica. Red dropped her head into her free hand and paused her groping while she shook her head. Crim simply rolled her eyes. "Don't encourage him!"

DL simply continued to stare up at Magica. "Never fear, I always perform well. Although I try to behave badly at the same time." He grinned but the women all groaned.

"Can't we knock him back out? Or at least gag him?"

Red and Magica shook their heads at Crim's suggestion. Meanwhile, DL turned his cheery expression towards her. Magica looked at Red with a twinkle in her eye. "Won't work. We need him awake and able to use that tongue. Besides, I can think of a better, sure-fire, way to silence him." Everyone grinned, their minds very much on the same wavelength.

"One problem ladies." All three looked down at the captive. DL shifted so he could look at each as he spoke. "Well, there are three of you. I can certainly do my best for two of you, even like this, but three? Without my hands?" He shook his head.

"If we untied you would you promise not to run away?" Red knew what his promises meant to him. He would keep them, or die trying. She wasn't all that surprised when he shook his head. She hadn't been specific enough. She had left too many unforseen possibilities, up in the air, where he might need to flee. "How about this? Barring dangerous situations or other emergencies, will you promise to stay with us until your wife returns?"

It took him a little longer to respond this time as his mind furiously worked to make sure he could allow himself to agree with the stipulations. "I promise." Feral grins appeared on all three women's faces as they made short work of Kiten's knots. After all, they had been designed to bind one person, not secure him from others. The moment he was free, DL's grin was downright mischievous. "All I promised was I'd stay. I never said anything about anything else."

Three sets of eyes widened. DL couldn't bear to continue to stare at them as all three realized they hadn't set enough stipulations. Even worse was the disappointment he could read clearly in their expressions. "But how could I resist such lovely company?"

Magica couldn't help but squeak in surprise as his hands flew upward, to grab her hips and drag her closer. DL smiled at her reaction and kissed her stomach lightly. "I think you are overdressed!" He looked down at his own attire and then around at the other two. "In fact, we're all overdressed!"

In a flurry of activity, clothes began to fly at random. When the room settled slightly, all three had returned to their positions, except with Magica and Red reversed. All three pressed a bit closer to him, however. DL was left completely naked. Magica and Crim wore only a bra and panties. Everyone looked over at Red, who blushed in response. It appeared she had 'forgotten' to wear anything beneath her skirt, which left her bound only by her bra.

Deathlynx could not keep his hands from wandering freely over the bounty of soft curves. While his hands explored Magica and Crim, his head tilted back so he could kiss Red's body. Fingers, tongue and lips began to glide over all three women as he searched out their secrets. Scars and erogenous zones alike were laid bear to his probing digits. A quick flicker of his eyes, between kisses, showed him all three women were completely relaxed. Their eyes were all closed as they reveled in the sensation of his light caress.

He explored their bodies. He already knew their personalities. None of the three were terribly dominant. While DL, himself, preferred to submit to a partner's tender mercies, he knew how to take charge when needed. The three had eagerly grasped the opportunity that had presented itself, unfortunately each had hoped the other would lead in the seduction. After brief consideration, he decided on the best course of action.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from all three women. He took a moment to savor the content look the three shared before he began to position them. As he began to move they opened their eyes and watched him curiously. First, he rolled onto his back and pulled Crim next to him. She smiled and snuggled against his warm body. Next, his hands found Magica's. He pulled her closer, until she straddled one of his legs. He brought their hands to hold his flaccid form. She smiled sympathetically at first, but when he used their hands to brush it lightly against her covered lust, her smiled turned feral.

Deathlynx collapsed backward for a moment as Magic began to stroke life into his body. Worse still, Crim reached out a hand and carefully cupped and rolled his balls. He shuddered and had to strain his concentration to reach out for Red. Once more he grabbed her hips, but this time, instead of simply guiding her closer, he brought her to straddle his face. He understood her hesitation and turned her around and pulled her into place.

He leaned back for a moment and simply enjoyed the scenario. His body shuddered slightly as Magica and Crim continued to play with him. He could feel them pressed against him, and once more his hands began to roam across their soft skin. There was a pause in both of their play while their bodies adjusted to the added stimulus. Red filled his vision.

DL's head lunged forward. Practiced lips pushed aside Red's folds to uncover the soft pearl that burned at the center of her need. Teeth grazed across her as he pushed back the slight hood in order to leave her completely at his mercy. She gasped and bent forward to grip the head of the bed for support. His tongue slipped forward and finally tasted the light glory of her lust. She moaned in appreciation.

Meanwhile, his hands hadn't been idle. The very same attention deficit disorder that had dragged him into trouble in the first place, now allowed him to focus on all three women at once. Both Magica and Crim echoed Red's moan of pleasure as his fingers drove between their legs. Magica gripped him more furiously and began to pull harder. As she tugged and milked his flesh, she felt the blood pulse in. Very quickly, she discovered her hands pushed apart slightly as he grew severely from the tiny form to much larger. Crim and Magica looked at each other as he continued to grow and an unspoken vow formed. They would figure out a way for all three to not only experience his tongue, as they had already planned, but also feel this as well. Even if it killed him.

The thoughts didn't last long, as his hands sought downward. DL's right hand slid down his side and found Magica's legs parted by his own. Slipping beneath the fabric, to the defenseless warmth between, and he quickly flicked his finger in curiosity. Magica's hands seized around his hardening member as she moaned her own pleasure. The shaft hardened further at the firm treatment.

Crim groaned in anticipation as DL's other hand found her hip and began to slip beneath her pink panties. She had known he would recognize them from her famous avatar and wore them specifically for that purpose. His fingers pressed tight against her as they limited his mobility, but it only increased the sensation as his fingers pushed between her legs and began to massage her inflamed bud.

Deathlynx shuddered in pleasure. Any one of these women was a wondrous gift, but to be able to play with all three was delirium. He was confident that Red would finish and almost equally confident that Crim wouldn't, given his current attentions. Magica was another question entirely, but he knew they all would want to try out the tongue skills that he always bragged about. None would want for climax tonight, of that he was sure.

His teeth held lightly to Red's tender lust. His tongue pressed at the soft flesh and tormented it, even as it rubbed slightly against his upper teeth and aggravated it from above and below at once. His jaw worked slightly back and forth, in time with his assault, to press and roll against the muscles and nerves, just below the skin, between her lust and her depths. Red gasped and gripped the headboard tighter, as her body began to shudder.

Between the finger that danced between her legs, and DL's reaction to her soft caress, Magica felt herself began to moisten. The slick flesh only added to his torments. His finger slid faster and pressed harder against her. She closed her eyes and let loose the moan that built within her. It did nothing to ease the building pressure within her, but he felt blood pulse anew beneath her hands at the sound. Her body hungered for the almost grown form. She kept her eyes closed in case either of the other women looked over and saw the primal desire in her eyes.

Red clung to the headboard. Already, her body was so close. So much sensation warred within her! But one truth already plagued her; with the inferno he had already built in her, she desperately wanted to feel him inside of her. Her body shook against the constant assault. Her skin seemed to conduct pure electricity. Molten lust poured through her veins, but there was something missing. It wasn't quite right! She growled in frustration as she seemed to hand perilously close to the edge. Was he deliberately keeping her from orgasm?

Magica fought to control her body. She wanted nothing more than to jump forward and impale herself on the thick flesh beneath her grip. She peeled her hands free and was rewarded with the sight of his manhood standing firm and straight. Her grin turned positively feral and she prepared to lunge for her desire. Her breath caught as a single finger dipper deeper between her legs and pierced her. His hand froze and the message was clear; 'it's not your turn yet!'

Red screamed and began to squirm above DL. Her sweet cream began to flood across his goatee and caused him to grin. It had taken him a little longer to find the correct combination than he liked. The result was a brief inability to push her over the edge, but the other aspect of that was generally a more powerful climax. She didn't disappoint, as her hips crushed downward to grind herself mercilessly against his mouth and her body writhed helplessly.

A single finger stroked deep within Magica, and quested for the most sensitive recess. Her hot depths clenched at his intrusion, but sought to pull him deeper. He used the finger to control her, to guide her off of his leg and onto the bed next to him. She continued to kneel, but the rest of her body collapsed to cuddle against the arm that bedeviled her. The ball of his palm continued to press and rub against her lust, even as his finger dug deep to antagonize the core of her need.

As expected, Crim still only sighed and gasped as his trapped fingers played with her. His slight actions had been but taunts to keep her body from going cold. From the slight moisture that seeped from her, he knew he had succeeded in that much, if nothing else. Reluctantly, he slid his hand free of her. She responded with a moan of disappointment, but Deathlynx quickly caressed her through her trademark lace panties as a promise that he was nowhere near done with her.

DL managed to flatten his head into the pillows and away from the delectable morsel before him. His, now free, hand wrapped about her hip and tugged. Red looked behind, noticed that no one was between his legs and eagerly crawled down his body until she poised above the thick shaft. The moment it was clear she understood his new direction, his hand moved back to Crim. She smiled as she understood his intention. His mouth was now free for fresh treats.

With alacrity equal to Red's, Crim stripped off her panties as she crawled up the bed. Deathlynx's head pressed into the pillows, harder, as Red impaled herself. She groaned in mixed pleasure and pain as she forced herself to accept all of him. He was thicker than she expected, and she much tighter. Once her hips reached his, she leaned back and let her body relax into the sensation of being filled. This time, her moan held no pain and little even of pleasure. This was a sound of pure contentment.

Crim reached DL's head and paused. He looked up at her and her brown eyes held uncertainty. He smiled and his hand snaked around her waist. From his position he couldn't truly pull her over himself, but the slight motion acted as the guidance and the reassurance that she needed. She lifted a leg to straddle him, but then her eyes twinkled with mischief. She let her legs slide out to either side and let herself settle onto his mouth. The feel of his jaw pressed, by her own weight, against her sensitive lust was a treat in itself. When he didn't even struggle, but rather wrapped his arm tighter around her hip, she groaned in appreciation. Deathlynx used two fingers to not only free his nose enough to breath, but open fully Crim's luscious flesh to his mercies.




AH Fantasies Ch. 16



Magica began to squirm. DL's finger, though firm and thorough, warmed her blood but only succeeded in a slow increase of the pressure deep within her core. It was maddening! She closed her eyes, unwilling to see the other two women enjoying themselves so much more than she, even if she still had to hear the growing moans. Still, his hand assured, he had not forgotten her. A second finger pressed lightly and carefully slid in to join the first. Somehow, the addition did far more than double the sensation.

Deathlynx loved to pleasure a woman before sex. Red shuddered already, as the crest of orgasm began to rise once more within her. She gripped his hard form involuntarily as his hips began to rise and fall in a slow rhythm. His body pressed her open wide, even as his tip pushed deep. As he slid out, the solid length seemed to caress her entire body at once. The sensation overwhelmed her. Red's back arched, she gripped the sheets and screamed as fresh euphoria raged across her body.

Crim shuddered already. His hand had begun to stir up the need within her and his tongue built on that foundation. DL had found she flinched slightly when he tried to hold her with his teeth. He didn't mind. Instead, he opened his mouth wide and pressed hard above and below with his jaw. With the slight change, sensation began to rush more quickly to the surface. The tips of his fingers began to circle and massage the soft muscles and sensitive nerves that surrounded and protected the soft mound that he flicked and prodded with his tongue.

DL felt his own climax build. Red's body clutched and gripped him, desperate to milk him, but he fought to refuse. Rather than give in to his own body, he deliberately slowed his pace. It helped some, but more was needed. Each time he slid free, his return was more shallow. Rather than frustrate her, it slowed her climax until finally she collapsed off of him, to quiver opposite Magica.

I'm going to need a shower after this, or at least a washcloth, DL thought as Crim's lust began to flow over him. With his arm around her hip, he held her steady as her entire body began to shake. She was so close. He grinned and tore his mouth free. Crim's shout was closer to a frustrated whimper than pleasure. He used his grip to pull her slightly down his body. After a moment, his intention cleared her lust-fogged thoughts and she quickly crawled down to his hips.

Magica saw the opening and began to shift upward. She gasped as the pressure suddenly increased within her. Her body froze as Deathlynx simultaneously pressed his palm, and spread his fingers wide. The effect was a near vice-like grip that inflamed her need even more. Her eyes snapped open to glare at him. How could he treat her so cruelly. In the eyes that twinkled back at her, she saw the playful delight that she had come to know so well at Lit.

Crim hadn't realized she was in position when his hips crashed forward. In one motion he found her depths and sank all the way in. He had felt her reactions weaken slightly and knew what she needed to push her over the edge. With the brief inattention, after Red fell free, he had already softened slightly. As a result, he dragged against every tight muscle, every distraught nerve, as he pushed deep inside of Crim. She collapsed forward and held his body to her as the orgasm claimed her.

She was too tight. Not so bad as to hurt him, but DL suddenly knew he could hold back no longer. He certainly wouldn't be able to hold off until Magica. His hips plunged deep. Crim began to scream in delirium as he pulsed back to full size, buried within her, and pressed against all of her at once.

The extra grip overcame Deathlynx's control. His hips jerked back, seemingly of their own accord, to crash forward once more. His breath burned almost as hot as the inferno between his legs. He felt the liquid fire surge forward and knew it was too late. He regained just enough control to pull free, but Crim divined his intent and crushed her hips to his. She felt his solid length pulse once, twice, and then expand once more. He pushed deeper and exploded within her. Their bodies writhed as they fed off of each others orgasm.

DL's eyes flickered open. He hadn't even realized they had closed. One moment he stared at the beautiful redhead pressed against him, and the next the world became pure sensation. Crim struggled to regain her breath as she rolled the same direction that Red had. A quick glance around showed Red had vanished. As his eyes finished their confused sweep of the room, they landed on Magica.

The eyes that stared back at DL held such grief that he nearly drowned in them. Without a word, she asked him how he could have held her back; left her out of the experience? At the same time, they answer their own question with doubts about herself. DL smiled gently and leaned forward. With only a couple of inches difference between their heights, it was a simple matter for his lips to find hers.

"I haven't forgotten you." His voice was little more than a whisper. "I simply wanted to devote all of my attention to you." DL's smile widened. Magica had waited so patiently. She deserved the attention.

"But..." A finger touched her lips to silence her. He spread his fingers wider as he slowly pulled them free of her. Her eyes closed, a shudder ran through her body and she moaned. She opened her eyes slightly as she felt the bed move. Her body ached with need, her hips tightened with desire, as DL crawled down her body at a languid pace. All the while, his eyes locked on her body to make obvious the desire he held within himself. As he neared his goal, he slid her panties down to her knees and used his feet to slide them free.

A light brush of his hand rolled Magica onto her back. She shivered in delight as his tongue traced the circle of her navel. DL repositioned himself, onto hands and knees, so that he hovered over her. He used his knees to spread her legs as he crawled further down. Even before he was fully in position he gave her a single, playful, lick and her body seized in anticipation.

Deathlynx's arms snaked under Magica's legs. He pulled himself tight to her hips. With his mouth so close, he looked up her body and grinned. Nervousness and excitement warred in the green eyes that stared back down at him. Excitement won out, in an instant, as his head plunged forward and he sucked her in.

Magica's eyes screwed shut as the work that DL started earlier began to make sense. What had seemed like prolonged torture flared to life. The dull pressure ballooned within her. The frustrated spark roared to an inferno. To add to the delightful aggression, his tongue began to flick and caress the thoroughly exposed mound.

A rush ran through DL as Magica responded instantly to his ministrations. He knew it would take even less time for her than it had the others. Unfortunately, he'd be unable to give her the full experience that he had Crim and Red. In their stories, men could go again and again with nary a pause, but he was only human. Without serious work, he needed at least half an hour to recharge. And, although he enjoyed the reaction he got when he went down on women, it usually did little to fuel his own lust.

A warm, wet, cloth began to awkwardly caress DL. He brought one leg up, bent at the knee, in order to shift his weight. As his hip rolled off the mattress, the hands became more confident. One of the two other women, probably Red since she had disappeared, had the forethought to recognize his problem. He felt the first signs of life return as the warm cloth stroked carefully.

DL pressed forward with renewed vigor. Lips and teeth held her steady while his tongue pressed and flicked to discover every tender nerve. Magica moaned. Her arms reached up to grip a pillow and pull it to her head. Her arms tensed as her screams of pleasure were swallowed by the pillow. The muffled sound did so more to fuel his lust than even the meticulous cleaning. He savored the reaction like a fine wine and drank deeper from the nectar that began to flow freely.

The shift in position allowed DL to remove an arm from her hips without his full weight falling forward. Magica, caught near the precipice of climax, never noticed. The arm curled beneath his chest with middle and ring fingers straight and the rest curled under. His other hand shifted slightly to hold the silken skin from the beleaguered pearl.

DL sucked hard and his teeth pressed against the base of her engorged lust. He fought not to grin, as that would ruin his suction, when she screamed even louder into her pillow. Before the sound had time to fully form, his fingers speared forward. His teeth shifted to grip her softly when he could no longer defeat the feral delight that forced itself across his visage.

Magica's body froze as timelessness fell across her. The scream, only just begun, caught in her throat. When sensation returned, her body seemed to explode. Every nerve, every muscle, every fiber of her being strained to move in a different direction. All she could feel for certain was the cruel tongue and stiff fingers.

Fingers thrust deep, pressed together, only to widen as he pulled back. Her muscles pushed back. The hands gave up the pretext of cleaning DL, when Magica's climax became obvious, and began to stroke him. Together, with Magica's obvious bliss, he swelled to full size once more. He pulled his mouth free, with great reluctance, and continued to thrust his fingers while he sent a thankful nod over his shoulder. It had indeed been Red who had helped him out.

Both hands slid free of Magica as he climbed back up her body. She moaned when his knees slide beneath her thighs. She pulled the pillow tighter as his hard tip slipped in to open her tense depths. Ever so slowly he pushed forward, concerned for his size. With every inch, she screamed in delight. Her body clenched tight around him before relaxing to accommodate the hard, wide, form. It was all too much sensation!

Magica threw away the pillow the moment DL's hips stopped moving forward. Her hands flew up to grip the back of his neck and drag his face to hers. So many sensations, such continued ecstasy, were all too much. He pulsed, buried within her, at the sound of her throaty growl. "You...must...finish!" He didn't know how long it would take to answer her request, but she sought a solution herself.

Strong legs wrapped around DL's waist and pulled him even tighter to Magica's body. As she watched, all of the careful control, all of cautious intellect that was Deathlynx, fled from the light blue eyes that stared down at her. She felt a moment of mixed excitement and fear at the primal look that pinned her to the bed as surely as his body. When he jerked out and thrust himself quickly back in, excitement won without question.

Magica lost herself again as he began to pound into her and touch her entire body with his thrusts. She clenched around DL, her legs wrapped around him and drove his primal nature. As she moaned and screamed and writhed, he wanted more. He lost himself as he pushed deeper, faster.

She felt it. In the depths of Magica's overwhelmed mind, she felt DL pulse in anticipation of his climax. He swelled as the pierced her and sent her to even greater heights. His hips crushed forward and forced her legs wide as he burrowed deeper than he had yet. The sensation cascaded over her. She collapsed bonelessly to the mattress even as he collapsed on top of her.

Deathlynx looked meekly up to see Red in the chair, clothed once more. Crim stood in the doorway, vaguely embarrassed and also fully clothed. She couldn't quite look at him as she spoke. "Um, you might want to get dressed. The truck's on it's way down the drive."

Adrenalin fueled DL as he scurried back into his clothes. Crim and Red helped Magica dress. Her body still refused to respond properly, so the Red settled her into the chair while Crim did her best to retie DL. Magica managed to make a few knot suggestions. The truck could be heard as it pulled to a stop just outside.

"DEATHLYNX!" Doors slammed but MrsDL's voice carried for miles. In moments, the door to the room burst open on an idyllic scene of a captive and three innocent guards. DL didn't even attempt to feign slumber and simply grinned at his wife. "Alright brat, you've had your fun, get your butt in gear!"

The redheads looked at the woman in confusion. Kiten moved over and tugged at one of the knots when MrsDL made her demand. She too did not understand. DL's smiled widened to Cheshire proportions. The next instant a feline grinned amidst a tangle of useless rope. The redheads and Kiten stared in surprise. FtF simply shook her head in amusement. She had suspected that he could escape the bonds no matter what they had tried.

MrsDL continued to glare. "If you think I'm going home with you as a cat you've got another think coming!" Abashed, DL jumped off the bed and transformed once more, to stand before her. His expression was that of the cat that got into the cream. No one believed the expression proverbial in this case.

MrsDL reached up and grabbed DL's ear. With that as a leash she began to lead him away. The moment his hands strained to reduce the pressure slightly, her other hand crossed her body to grab and twist his nipple. "You are so lucky I had fun today, or you would never hear the end of this!"

As it stood, everyone present knew it would be months before he lived his misadventures down.

Copywrite by Deathlynx, May 2007



AH Fantasies Ch. 17



"Captain Stella-Omega! Captain Stella-Omega!"

The dread pirate damppanties burst through the cabin door. "Captain!" she gasped out, leaning on the table at which the Captain sat looking over maps. 

Captain Stella-Omega rose and poured a glass of water for the breathless woman. Handing it to her, she finally asked, "What is it? What has happened?"

Dampy downed half the water as she caught her breath. "The_Fool is gone. No one has seen him in days and his room has been turned over. There is a half burned cigar in an ashtray and two inches of whiskey in a glass."

This was serious. The_Fool, the favorite poet of the Pirate Ship AH, would never walk away from a good cigar and or waste a glass of whiskey. The pirate ladies always brought him a case of the finest whiskey they had found, as well as cigars, whenever they were in port. Now, he was missing.

Captain Stella-Omega looked to her first mate, MagicaPractica. "Find out where he is being held."





AH Fantasies Ch. 18







AH Fantasies Ch. 20



Magica sat at a table in Abstrusions with a newcomer, Sxcascinn, having a mug of tea to start the morning. They were a bit like bookends, brown hair and blue eyes both, though Sxcascinn could claim some cute freckles. Sxcascinn was asking Magica about this Bohemian hangout in cyberspace she'd found.

"Well, I don't know if I'm the right person to ask. I haven't been here that long myself. From what I've been able to gather it opened in 2004 as a sort of Bohemian hangout in cyberspace. It's gone through a couple incarnations since then. Not sure what it was before that. I heard something about bananas but I don't know if the was literal or figurative, if you know what I mean." Magica wiggled her eyebrows. "I've only been here myself since spring of 2007."

Rob walked in just as the door to the private office opened. A hand flashed out and a knife with a piece of paper embedded itself into the bar in front of him with a twang as he reached for the coffee pot. He calmly unstuck the knife and read the note.

"What the hell was that?" Sxcascinn asked breathlessly, her eyes wide. 

"Our fearless leader, or the fearsome owner, whichever you prefer, Abstruse. Vana might be up there. Never any way to tell."

Magica watched Rob opening cupboards for a minute. "What does the note say, Rob?" 

"Send soup, sick again." Rob reached down and started pulling cans out. 

Magica got up. "You go ahead Rob, I'll take care of it." Magica knew he'd just stopped in for coffee.

"Thanks, hon." He blew her a kiss as he grabbed his mug and headed out. "Morning Sxc."

"Morning, Rob."

"Morning Feee! Thanks for the coffee!" Rob called. A muffled reply came from a nest of blankets up in a loft. 

"There's somebody up there?" Sxcascinn asked incredulously. They'd been sitting there for a while and she'd never heard a peep.

Magica nodded. "Feeeriek. She usually starts the coffee in the morning before everyone gets here, does a couple things like leave a thorny rose for Abs, and a thorn free one for other people."

"What's she like?"

"Well, I've never actually seen her. Near as I can tell, she's like a cute version of Cousin It from The Munsters."

"Well, I always thought Cousin It was very cute."

"Oh, me too! Feee is just much cuter."

Magica opened cupboards and pulled out one can after another. They all seemed to be bulging. She set them on the counter until she found one that seemed okay. 

Sxcascinn got up to help her. "What do you do with the bulging cans?"

"Feed them to the alligators out back." Magica finally found a can opener. 

Sxcascinn froze. "There's... alligators... out back?"

"Yeah, occasionally I think Abs fries one up but otherwise they just live out there on whatever we throw out and any idiot that wanders by too close to the swamp."

Magica heated the soup and set it on a tray with some crackers. She grabbed a yardstick and climbed the stairs to the office door. Setting the tray on the ground, she opened the door just enough to use the yardstick to push it through then quickly shut the door again and went down the stairs.

"What was that all about?" Sxcascinn looked perplexed. 

"Honestly, I don't know, but that seems to be how it's done, so that's how I do it. Good exercise in creativity wondering why we all do that."

Magica grabbed a clean mug and filled it with coffee then added some half-n-half and sugar before sitting back down.  "So, who else comes in here?" Sxcascinn took a sip of her tea.

"Well, let's see. Like I said, I've only been here a year but if you walk around, you'll see names written on the walls. Some legends have appeared inside these four walls. I've seen some names that I recognize and some that I arrived too late to even have heard of, but their words were saved for posterity."

"Who have you seen here recently?"

"Well, there's a pair of Texans that we see pretty regularly, but I'll let them introduce themselves. Wouldn't want to scare you off. All I'll say is, if one of them tells you he's a reverend, don't go anyplace with him for confession." Magica winked. "There's Feee who seems to exist here. Bel stops in from time to time. Red was a regular until quite frequently, hopefully we'll see more of her. Rob you know. Trom hasn't been around recently. Have you met him?"

"Briefly," Sxcascinn affirmed.

"Remec is in and out from time to time. He's a very busy guy. Vana is the owner's girlfriend, jet-setting type. You might not even know when she is around. Lots of other people stop by from time to time. Hang around and you'll see. Pretty much everybody who's anybody in the AH has been through the doors of Abstrusions at one time or another."

Sxcascinn nodded and the pair sipped their drinks companionably, as they waited for some writing inspiration to walk through the doors of Abstrusions.  



AH Fantasies Ch. 22



Magica heard them before she saw them. 

"Those directions that guy gave us were all wrong." 

"What was his name?" 

"Neo." 

"Was it just me or did he seem a little neurotic?" 

"With that many kids running around, I bet you would be too."

As she rounded the corner of the house with DL right next to her, they came into view. A group of people stood in the sun-dappled shade by a dusty orange VW bus on the corner, where the dirt road met the tar pavement.  She studied them as she approached. Several people were looking at the engine as one person appeared to be tinkering with it. She thought she could see a couple people on the other side of the hood as well. 

There was at least one couple amongst them but they were clearly so friendly with one another that it was hard to tell who might be together. As she approached the group, a broad-shouldered man with dark brown hair going white at the temples popped out from under the hood of the van. He put on his aviator style glasses and looked up the sloping yard as Magica approached.

"Good Evening," he called. With that, everyone in the group turned to look at Magica. 

"Good Evening," she replied graciously. "Having a bit of trouble?"

"We appear to be dead in the water," the man replied.

"Well, I don't think my truck is up to towing that and you wouldn't get anybody around here to look at it this late on a Saturday night anyway. If you'd like, I can probably put you up for the night, if a couple people don't mind sleeping in the bunk room out in the barn?"

A thin brown-haired woman squealed and clutched the muscular arm of a man with a goatee. "Oooo, let's sleep out there Des." 

A tall woman wearing a gothic dress that appeared a little too warm for the 90-degree humid weather they were having pointed at DL and asked, "Is that a real Lynx?"

"Yes, his name is Deathlynx, DL for short. He's very friendly," Magica replied as DL took it upon himself to wind between the legs of all the women in the group, collecting a group of admirers and being patted as he went. 

Introductions were made as the group collected their bags from the van. The man who had been looking at the engine was Remec. The woman who had squealed over the bunkroom was Kiten and her male friend was Des. The tall slender woman who had asked about DL was Ungie.

Odd names, Magica thought. But then again, what right do I have to criticize?

A girl of medium build with curly hair was introduced as Rosie, a muscular guy with short black hair as Slyc Willie, and an Asian looking girl with thick framed black glasses was Fat Dino. 

Hmph, Magica thought as she shook Fat Dino's hand, anybody called me fat and I'd make sure they regretted it.

A voluptuous woman with curly red hair was Crimson Maiden, while a short woman with a very fair complexion and short curly red hair was simply called Red. She seemed very friendly though.  

Then Rob Graham and Elizabeth West were introduced. Finally, some real names, Magica thought. The remaining three were McKenna, who looked fit to be in an Irish Spring Soap advertisement, Dampy and Trom. Magica's hand lingered in his as she looked into Trom's eyes and shivered. I always did have a thing for dark brown eyes, she thought. She shook hands with the lovely Asian girl, Dampy. I hope they're not together.

Magica led them up to a big white farmhouse with dark green trim. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as they stepped into the cool backroom. 

"Thank God you have air conditioning," Rob commented. "We don't often get weather like this up in Canada." 

"Oh, it's not air conditioned," Magica said as she ushered everyone into the big ivy decorated farm kitchen. "The attic fan just helps it stay reasonably cool during the day as it pulls air up through the house."

"Well, it's certainly a welcome difference," Ungie replied.

Magica gave everyone a short tour as she showed them the available rooms "There are four bedrooms that can sleep seven people with the roll away bed," she said. "Then someone can take the couch in the living room and two people can have the air mattress in the parlor. I'll let you decide who's sleeping where while I show Des and Kiten out to the bunk room." 

Magica took them out the back door and across to the barn, past a wooden door set into a tall stone wall that appeared to wrap around in a huge circle.

"What's in there?" Kiten asked.

Magica stopped and opened the door to let Kiten look in. "I call it my secret garden."

Kiten oohed and ah'd as she looked in at the pathways running between huge rose and lilac bushes, lilies, poppies, iris, and night blooming tobacco. A pool of water stood off to one side, halfway between a pond and a swimming pool. Just large enough to relax in but not muddy brown like your usual pond.  It wasn't your typical pool either. 

"You're welcome to spend time in the garden while you're here," Magica said as she shut the door then led them on to the stable. 

Horses whinnied as Magica rolled back a sliding door and led them in. A woman of medium height and slim as a whisper stepped out from behind a buckskin mare.

"Does it look like she's going to be alright Falling?" Magica asked.

"Oh yes, she just needs a bit of rest. I'll be over to check on her in a day or two. I've got to run. I'll catch up with you next time I'm here." Falling smiled at the small group and strode out the door at the far end.

"That's Jasmine over there, she took a little step in a woodchuck hole yesterday, and that's Niko." Magica pointed out the horses as they walked down the center of the stable to the doors at the other end. She showed Kiten and Des into a sparsely furnished room that was clearly used as an office and outfitted to look like a log cabin. It even smelled of cedar. There was a small bathroom off it with a shower stall. 

"It's not big but I think you'll be comfortable. The couch pulls out into a full size bed."

"I'm sure we'll be very comfortable," Des replied as Kiten looked around.

"I'll let you get settled. Just come over to the house as soon as you're ready. I'll be getting a meal ready for everyone."

Magica walked back over to the house, trying to think of what she had on hand that would serve a crowd. She caught DL walking around on the kitchen counter. "Get down off that counter," she hissed. "Lord only knows what you're tracking up there." DL looked at her then turned and showed her his butt before jumping gracefully down. Magica rolled her eyes and turned to the fridge. "Sometimes your a very, very baaaaaad putty-tat." 

She stuck her head in the fridge to see what was on hand. She'd just harvested a fair number of small zucchini and red peppers from the garden. She pulled them out along with a few cloves of garlic and some onions then opened the freezer. Yes! She'd just stocked up on whole-wheat four-cheese tortellini. Magica set to work and soon had her Kahlua Chocolate Fudge Cake in the oven, a pot of water bubbling for the tortellini and the vegetables sautéing in a pan, almost ready for the tomato sauce to be added. She pulled out a loaf of multigrain bread, sliced that and was tossing together a salad just as Rob and Elizabeth West came downstairs. 

"Mmmm, it smells delicious. Is there anything we can do to help?" Elizabeth asked as she watched Magica drain the pasta. 

"You could grab the salad dressings out of the fridge and the parm too. Rob, here's the silverware if you want to set it around," Magica said as she handed him a couple fistfuls of mismatched silverware. 

"No problem," he replied. 

People quickly joined them as the smell of food wafted upstairs. Rosie went out to tell Des and Kiten that dinner was ready but returned alone with a grin on her face.

"They'll be right over," she said, unable to contain the grin. It seemed to flow around the room and touch the lips of everyone, as if they shared a secret. 

"Everybody, please, dig in," Magica said, waving her hands toward the table. People settled in and started passing dishes and chatting. Magica learned a bit more about her guests but she had the feeling they were refraining from saying some things in front of her. A few times people started to say something then looked at her and stopped. 

She also caught Trom looking at her a few times but she didn't get the feeling it was because he was hiding something. She watched for something between him and one of the other females but caught nothing. It didn't look like he was with anyone else as a couple. She caught his eye and smiled. He smiled back shyly. Mmm, lovely, Magica heard the whisper of AngelicMinx in her ear. Her defective conscience was flitting around somewhere.  





AH Fantasies Ch. 22



Magica nodded and introduced the sheriff to the group, ushering them all inside. It was going to be a very long day.  

"Ms. Ungie, why don't we start with you? If you'll accompany me into the parlor?" Sev showed her into the back room. Magica noticed that DL scooted in with them before the door closed.

"Please, everyone, just have a seat. I'll make a pot of coffee. Would anyone care for tea? Is anyone hungry?"

No one was much interested in food but soon everyone was seated around with cups of hot liquid to dispel the chill of events and the morning. The hot weather had broken with the storm that passed through in the night and summer clothes were no longer sufficient. 

"Who could have done this?" Rosie asked. She wrapped her arms around herself. "I wish Evan were here."

Slyc stood up to refill his coffee mug. "Well, I think it seems fairly obvious that the most likely suspect is one of us."

Dino and Remec nodded but Crim looked around. "Surely not! Most of us barely know each other in everyday life."

Now, what did that mean? Magica wondered. They certainly acted like they knew each other quite well.

"I just wish I could go be with Trom at the hospital. He shouldn't be there alone," Red said sadly. 

Rob patted her hand. "I'm sure they'll let you go over as soon as we're done here."

Elizabeth West cleared her throat as she looked around. "Well, I think we're all going to have to establish our alibis, sooner or later so I might as well say, I was with Rob last night."

Rob looked a little startled but nodded his head in agreement. "That's true. We were in the small bedroom."

Remec looked to Red and she nodded. "We were together in the larger bedroom over the kitchen."

Dino and Dampy clasped hands. Magica raised an eyebrow. So that's how it was.  "We were together in the bedroom over the backroom," Dino offered.

McKenna spoke up for Rosie, Ungie and herself. "We played cards until the middle of the night then sacked out on our bedrolls in the parlor."

"You all know where we were," Des said, his arm around Kiten, who looked rather small and fragile.

Slyc had gone to stand behind Crim's chair and placed a hand on her shoulder. "We were together through the night as well."

"I, unfortunately, went to bed alone and stayed there the whole night after I saw you in the kitchen," Magica said.

Everyone seemed to have someone corroborating their story except her. So who was lying? 

The doorbell rang and Magica went to answer it. 

A man stood there with an unlit cigar clamped in his jaw, "morning ma'am. I'm T. Fool, this is Bel and this is Sal. We're the crime scene investigators. Is Sev here?"

"He's interviewing people in the parlor. Would you like me to get him or would you like to come in?"

"Just tell him we're here, if you would. The crime scenes in the top of the barn?"

"Yes, do you want me to show you where?"

"We'll find our way."





AH Fantasies Ch. 23



Author's note: I had fun playing with the incongruity between the characters and the people from the AH I cast to play them. Please don't think any of these people are anything like the characters. 





AH Fantasies Ch. 25



Author's Note: This story contains sexual situations involving restraints. This is a MFM fantasy containing anal stimulation, vaginal and oral sex. I want to thank all the folks who are writing in this chain for allowing so many writers to "use" you in their stories. A special thank you goes out to: slyc_willie and Remec for granting me permission to bring another of my naughty fantasies to life. Most of all thanks to CrimsonMaiden for her willingness to organize this chain and feminity for thinking it up. Enjoy the story and feel free to vote or comment if you like. Thanks again to Literotica for all they do in order to provide all of us a place to post, chat, read, write and just hang out. ~ Red 

Mistress, may I?

Remec stared at the invitation in his hand; the embossed letters of crimson seemed to glow in the waning sunlight. He wasn't sure what Red was up to, but he knew it would involve something wicked and fun, or at least he hoped it would. The sound of footsteps on the gravel walkway brought him out of his musings and Remec turned to greet the other guest to Red's night of debauchery. 

"Evenin' Slyc." He extended his hand, grasped Slyc's in a welcoming grip and then dropped it. "It's been a while since we've crossed paths. I take it you got one of Red's naughty invites too?"

Slyc_willie grinned, held up his card and winked. "That I did. Any ideas what she has in store for us?" 

Remec chuckled. "I have a clue, but we'll see if she can pull it off." 

"You have your doubts?" 

"Doubting Red is something I would not normally do, but in this case. . .Yes, I do." 

"Well you shouldn't," a new voice, joined the two deeper baritone ones. Remec and Slyc turned to see Red standing proudly on the threshold of her door. "Why don't you two boys come in and we'll get started." She stepped back, allowing passage for her two guests. Remec bent down to kiss her, but she turned her head. "I don't think you've been given permission to touch me," she told him, then smirked at his faux expression of hurt. Slyc, having heard Remec's chastisement, lifted one brow and followed the other man in, not making a move toward Red. She smiled wide, though inside, her heart beat rapidly. 

The door closed behind the three of them and Red leaned against it. "Slyc, there is wine in the study; pour us all a glass while Remec helps me dress." Without another word Red left, snapping her fingers at Remec and taking the lead. Her heels clicked along the solid wood floor and then tapped quietly up the staircase which led to her bedroom as well as the guest rooms. 

"Are you nervous?" she asked Remec, once they reached the top of the stairs. 

Remec laughed. "Nervous? No. Anxious. Yes." 

Red smiled, continued down the hall and stopped at the end where the door to her bedroom hung open. "You'll have to undress me and then aid me with what I've chosen for this evening." Red pointed to the bed. A black leather corset, a pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings, crotchless panties and a collar of black crystals lay on the soft comforter. The sound of Remec's breath catching in his throat was easily heard by Red and her lips rose in a wider grin. "Glad you like," she told him, before turning and presenting herself to his willing hands. 

"Who wouldn't like?" he asked. Remec reached out, closing the distance that separated them with just two steps and began to ease the pearl buttons of Red's cashmere sweater from their homes. Inch by inch, her creamy, lightly freckled flesh was revealed to his brown eyes. She watched the color of them darken slightly as the roundness of her breasts were exposed. The top of her bra was caressed by his large fingers and both of them took a deep breath as his digits moved further down to cup the silk-covered globes. 

Red cleared her throat and raised one brow. "There are more buttons," she told him. Remec licked his lips and finished unbuttoning the soft fabric. His hands moved up to Red's shoulders and he pushed the material away, catching it with one hand. Quickly he folded it and placed in on a trunk that rested at the foot of bed. Swiftly his hand were back on Red, where they rested happily on her hips. 

Remec's fingers dipped into the waistband of her jeans and scooted along the sides, till reaching the center, where he deftly unsnapped the metal circle and eased it from its home, before sliding the zipper down, exposing a pair of white panties. A pink bow, stitched tightly to the top of the fabric, screamed innocence, but the couple in the room knew better. His hands moved down her thighs as he settled on his knees. Red lifted one foot and her right shoe was slipped off, then her left. It wasn't long though before Remec's hands were back where they longed to be and Red's jeans were being tugged down her figure. Once more he treated her clothing with the utmost care, folding the dark denim and laying it beside the sweater. Her shoes were taken care of as well, placed in a corner where several other pairs rested. "You do love shoes, don't you?" he asked, returning to her side after noting the various styles. 

"Oh yes. Especially the heels." 

Remec eased his hands around Red's chest, felt the snaps that kept her bosom hidden from him and released the metal hooks. Immediately, her breasts swayed slightly and her nipples grew harder with the knowledge that soon Remec would gaze upon her areolas. She watched his face, eager to see his reaction. He gently pulled the garment from her and stared hungrily at the now free breasts. 

Freckles dotted the upper portion of Red's chest, the remaining skin was white. Her areolas, a soft pale pink color, seemed to darken instantly and her nipples perked to attention as his fingers lazily brushed against them. Red coughed softly, clearing her throat, but said nothing as he placed the bra on the trunk with one hand and cupped her left breast with the other. He massaged it, lifting and gently mashing it into her chest. A shudder of excitement skated through her body and a soft moan escaped her lips. "May I?" he asked, his eyes locking onto her brown orbs, a look of delight clearing etched in them. 

Red licked her lips. "Yes, you may," she whispered and then was rewarded with the sight of his head bobbing down and her breast being lifted up. The feel of his beard and mustache grazing her skin sent another shock of pleasure through her body and she felt herself sway. Her hands came up to rest on his shoulders. Instinctively she gripped him tighter, pulling him to her. His tongue lapped at the ridged points of her tit, while his fingers moved to tease the twin globe. 

Red's breath caught in her throat when Remec's teeth began to explore the places his tongue had been. He tugged gently until he felt her fingers moving into his hair and pushing him further into her. "Harder," she whimpered and was rewarded with a deep growl and a not-so-gentle bite. A wave of lust washed through the five-foot-four redhead and a shot of moisture slipped easily onto the silk of her panties. "Enough," she said, though her body screamed for more. 

Remec lifted himself from her nipple, looked into her eyes and nodded his agreement. "There are other things to sample." 

Red whimpered, already feeling her strength wavering. She swallowed the hunger and shook herself both mentally and physically. "Not right now. Remove the panties and do nothing else unless I grant you permission." 

Frustration showed on Remec's face, but so did the willingness to agree to her demands. Again the tall and very muscular man was on his knees catering to the whims of the short girl who was known to everyone to be a very submissive female. He toyed with the top of her panties, then slipped them down, allowing his hands to rest on her ass cheeks before grazing her skin with his nails as the material made its downward descent. "Beautiful," he whispered as he gazed upon her soft red mound. "I always wondered if you shaved or not," he said, before rising up and holding her lacy belonging in one hand. He took a deep breath of the slippery material and grinned. "I can't wait to sup from the source." 

She swallowed and forced herself to regain her composure. "Perhaps you may. . . Perhaps you may not." Red stepped away and looked casually toward the bed. "Slyc will have all the wine drank at the rate we're going." 

Remec shrugged his shoulders. "Just means more of you for me," he said and winked, while picking up the crotchless panties. He toyed with the fabric before returning to her side. Red cooperated, lifting one foot then the other. Remec slipped the material up her legs, once more making sure to give her skin the attention it deserved with gentle, but knowing caresses of fingertips and nails. By the time the panties were around her hips, Red was more slick than before and the proof to that was gathering against her flesh. She felt Remec's fingers sweep into the juices and then she heard him lick his digit cleaned.

It wasn't long before Remec's hands were adjusting the tops of her stockings and slipping the straps of her heels into their metal buckles. He rose up, stepped back and admired the view of Red standing there, her skin flushed, the scent of arousal wafting through the air and her nipples proudly extended and begging to be bitten. 

"The corset," Red said, bringing her arms up and crossing them under her breasts. 

"It's a waste to put it on. You'll just be taking it off in a few minutes," Remec told her as he picked up the black leather and began to fasten it around her amble bosom and slowly slimming trunk. 

"I won't be removing anything. That's not my job," Red said with a smile, just as the last hook was slid into place. "The collar," she said and extended her hand. 

"Here I thought we were the ones to be collared tonight." The smirk on Remec's face showed that he thought Red was already caving to her natural tendencies. He handed her the beautifully crafted piece of leather and crystal and watched as she snapped it into place. 

"Notice the design of this particular piece. It is not one that a sub would normally wear. It is definitely a Mistress's collar and now that I am wearing it. . . that is how you'll address me." The lift of Red's right eyebrow indicated to Remec that now would be the time to either accept or deny the title. The grin on his face, the way he took two steps back from her, bowed his head slightly and then glanced down to gaze at her feet, spoke volumes and Red knew he was accepting his position for the night. 

"Good," she whispered, walked over to the closet and pulled a duffel bag. "Change into this and meet me in the study. Be quick, or I may start without you." 

Red said nothing else, dropped the bag on the bed and left the room. Outside of it she took a deep breath, pressed her right palm to her stomach and counted to ten. She could hear the shuffling of clothing coming from behind her and she knew Remec was quickly doing her bidding. She licked her lips, squared her shoulders and headed down the stairs to see what Slyc was up to. 

Slyc was leaning against the picture window that overlooked the pond that Red often would take a dip in or spend an afternoon fishing on. She watched him for a moment, admiring the way his jeans hugged his ass and the way his shirt defined the muscles of his back. A shiver of desire and lust rolled through her, renewing the juices of her pussy. She stepped into the room, the click of her shoes alerting her guest to her arrival. He turned and his eyes widening was the reward Red desperately wanted. 

"Wow," he said, stepping forward and reaching down to pluck one of the crystal goblets from a nearby table. He offered it to her and then took one for himself. "Very nice." His eyes ran the full length of her, taking in every inch and noting the differences from when they had last met. 

"Me or the wine?" she asked playfully, still wanting to hear the approval of her choice of attire fall from yet another man's lips. 

Slyc laughed softly and winked. "Both," he finally answered, sipping slowly on his wine as his eyes again took a path down and the up Red's leather clad figure. Red shook out her hair, the curls of crimson hanging just a few inches lower than the last time Slyc or Remec had seen her. She tucked a few strands behind her right ear and stepped more into the room. 

"Remec will be joining us in a few minutes; in the meantime, there is a bag for you over there," she told him, pointing to a simple looking brown sack that rested in one corner of the room. "You're to wear those, for my pleasure." 

Slyc snickered, moved to the bag, lifted it and opened it with enthusiasm. He glanced briefly into it and then up at Red. Quickly he stared into the bag again, his jaw dropping somewhat as he took in the contents. "Naughty; naughty," he said, pulling out a strap that held a buckle in the center of it. He lay it on the sill of the window and dipped his hand back in. Soon a half leather harness was lying next to the strap, two more lengths of soft, black material were tossed carefully next to the others and Slyc was left holding an empty sack. "So where do you want me to change? Upstairs?"

Red's lips rose only on one side as she smirked. "Right here; right now." 

Slyc grinned, turned to face her fully and began to release the buttons of his shirt. The soft hairs of his chest, the rise and fall of the muscular flesh and the hardening of his nipples weren't lost on Red. She gazed hungrily on the exposed flesh, shifted on her feet and sipped from her wine glass. As he tugged his shirt from his jeans, Red remembered the feel of his skin beneath her fingers and ached to reach out and stroke the hard pecs, run her hands down his sides and toy with the pelvis bones she had loved pressing herself against so many months ago. 

When he moved to pull his shoes from his feet, Red took a seat on the leather sofa. Her eyes drank in every feature as Slyc kicked the shoes out of the way and moved to open his jeans. Red knew there were no briefs, boxers, or other implements to hide the show she was about to receive and she licked her lips in anticipation. Slyc took his time, easing the material away little by little. When the final tugs of denim were granted and Slyc stood upright, it was more than Red could stand. She rose, walked casually toward him and took a firm hold of his shaft. Her fingers played with the thick member. Her nails danced across the engorged veins and she bent down quickly to sample his cock. Several sucks later Slyc's hands were buried in her hair and he was urging her on. Red stopped, took a deep breath through her nose and pulled herself away, shook her head and felt Slyc's grip loosen. She turned away and his hand fell from her red locks. 

"Get dressed," she said as she walked back to her seat. Spinning around, she claimed her place on the sofa with a soft moan of want. Mentally she chastised herself for her moment of weakness and told herself that it wouldn't happen again. Instead she decided to toy with Slyc in a way that would keep him hard and ready for her. She watched him pick up the leather harness and slip his arms into the bindings, secure the buckle that wrapped around his waist, and adjust the metal ring in the center, to his liking. Red in the meantime began to run her fingers across the top of her breasts; her acrylic nails, painted a pale pink, teased the top of her areolas, which were easily visible over the glossy leather trim of the corset. Slyc licked his lips and groaned softly as she continued to dance a quiet melody of lust over her flesh. 

Red's hands traveled lower, cupping her large globes and mashing them tightly together. Bending her head, she licked the tops of the freckled twins, winked at Slyc and took a small bite of her tender flesh. Another groan filled the room and her hands dropped her tits, moving instead, south, to seek the evidence of her aroused state. 

Slyc coughed and reached for his wine, took a large gulp then grabbed the harness strap that was meant for his hips and cock. He stepped into it, arranged the wrap around buckle against the base of his shaft and locked it into place. 

"Tighter," Red demanded, her voice full of lust. Slyc frowned slightly, but did as request and then muttered a soft curse when Red repeated the command. When satisfied, Red nodded and Slyc picked up the final two straps. "Your wrists," Red told him. 

Her right foot came up to rest on the couch, the left remained on the soft carpet. Her left hand moved to her crotchless panties and her fingers played with the curly mound of red hair that lay against her moist sex. As Slyc clasped the buckles into place, a tricky but not impossible task, Red made a few dips into her pussy with two fingers. The invasion sent a new rush of pleasure through the redhead as well as sent fresh fragrant aromas of sin throughout the room. 

A soft chuckle from the doorway caught both Slyc and Red's attention. Remec stood there, his thick arms crossed in front of him. "Something funny?" Red asked, rising from her seat and approaching the other tasty morsel she'd selected for the evening. Her gaze took in his ensemble. A black leather vest, zipped almost to the top, hugged his torso. A pair of bands, similar to Slyc's were wrapped snuggly around his wrists and his ankles. His cock was well protected, for now, in a thick leather pouch, though Red knew that underneath the material, Remec, if he'd followed directions, wore a vibrating cock ring. 

Remec's eyes moved from Slyc to Red, took in her figure again and breathed deep the scent that filled his senses. "Nothing funny at all," he told her, stepping in and accepting the goblet of wine that Slyc presented him with. He lifted it as did both Slyc and Red. "To our Mistress," he toasted. Red smiled and looked over her glass as she sipped on the sweet nectar.

"To my boys," she whispered back, before taking another sip and then moving away from the two men. "Before we get started I want to thank you both for coming tonight. If everything works out then you'll both be rewarded properly in the end. If either of you wish to leave, just say Potato and the fun will stop, you'll be excused with no questions asked." 

"Potato?" Slyc asked. "That's the safe word? Not that we'll need it," he said adding a wink. 

"Well, most folks like to use the word red, but that won't work for us. . . will it?" Red answered back, finished her wine and let the glass rest on her desk. "So Potato will work. Agreed?" 

Both men shrugged their shoulders, finished off their wine and looked to their Mistress for instructions. Red licked her lips and mentally told herself  "It's now or never." Red reached around her desk, pulled on the top drawer and reached inside. The sound of metal hitting wood could be easily heard by all the occupants of the room. "Tonight and while I am Mistress, you'll wear these."

Red stepped up to Remec, frowning slightly as her heels still did not give her the proper height needed to reach the man. He winked, bent down a few inches and waited patiently as she snapped a smooth metal ring around his neck. Several smaller loops dangled from the collar, eventually laying coolly against his skin. Red then kissed his lips, letting her tongue slide gracefully inside. 

Remec's mouth parted and his tongue sought out hers. The kiss was slow, each taking the time to learn the taste and texture of the other's mouth, something neither had gotten a chance to do when they had met month's ago. Both knew tonight was the night to remedy all sorts of missed opportunities. 

When the couple parted, much to both their displeasure, each were somewhat breathless. "Nice," Red whispered, then stepped over to Slyc. Her tongue darted out and she licked her lips in want. Her shoes now gave her the height she needed to be almost eye level with her other boy toy. She grinned and slipped Slyc's collar around his neck. The dark leather too had loops on it, but they were attached to the leather band itself, not dangling like Remec's. Her mouth found his and their kiss was just as consuming as Remec and Red's had been. Red took her time examining his taste with the taste that had been etched into her memory. Her fingers moved from the collar down to his wrists and then across to touch his stomach. Lazily she traveled the path of the holster that circled his hips before she pulled away. 




AH Fantasies Ch. 25



"We need to go," Red said, breaking the sound of heavy breathing that had quickly filled the air. "This way." She turned and left the study; the two men followed. She felt their eyes boring into her. Her hips swayed seductively as she made it gracefully across the foyer to the back room, where she had set up a playroom some weeks ago. A key rested on a table by the room's door. After plucking it up and unlocking the room, Red stepped in and turned up the dimmer switch. The area was immediately illuminated and a pair of long, drawn out whistles erupted from the gentlemen. 

Inwardly Red grinned; outwardly she lifted a brow, turned and nodded toward the Bondage Table. "Remec, lay down on your back, get comfortable. I want your legs to rest off the corner ends and your arms, for now, can rest on your side or your chest." 

Remec eyed Red with curiosity, but did as told and found a comfortable position on the 26" high, 36" wide and 6 ½ foot long table. The black vinyl material seemed to bring out more of Remec's well shaped form, making Red's mouth water. She followed him, slipped down to his side and reached under the table to drag out several links of chain. A soft chuckle of either doubt, nerves, or anticipation left both Remec's lips and Slyc's. "Doubting me still?" Red asked the man who lay stretched out. 

"Not at all, Mistress," Remec answered and watched as she snapped his ankles into place and the swiftly pulled his right arm down to the floor, where the wrist band was tightly secured to another set of links. "Slyc, his other arm," Red demanded, her voice soft, but full of confidence. Slyc bent down and gripped Remec's other hand, secured it and then rose up as did Red. 

"Now for you," Red said, looking over her other morsel of delight. "I want you to stand here." Red pointed to the end of the table between Remec's legs. "Don't worry boys. I'm playing with you, you're not going to be playing with each other. . . though you both have agreed to let me use you. . .soooo." Red let the word hang before giggling softly. 

Slyc took his place at the foot of the table. Red moved behind him, lifted his arms and then cursed as she dropped them, walked over to a corner and grabbed a stool. She climbed onto it, reclaimed Slyc's arms and had him lift both of them above his head. Soon the restraints on his wrists were attached to shiny metal and Slyc was trapped in Red's snare of steel. She stepped off the stool, put it away and then returned to gaze hungrily at her specimens for the night. "No one will believe I had the guts to do this," she told them, "so. . ." 

Red snapped her fingers and the wall across from the two bound men seemed to move. Both Remec and Slyc's eyes grew wide as they realized the wall was made of glass and what was moving was a black velvet curtain. Behind the glass and the curtain sat several of their friends from Literotica. 

Impressive had her camera out. Sweetsubsarahh was on Rob's lap, her camcorder fully charged and ready to go. Severusmax was there with two bubbly redheads on his lap taking in the surroundings, that he had helped Red install. Fool had a pen in hand, either to write verse or take notes; he wouldn't confess either to the group. Selena was pouring wine or topping off glasses of champagne, while Abstruse, Vana and Sam were making out in a corner, not paying any attention to what Red had planned. The men were giving the two subs thumbs up and the ladies were hooting for Red with the old "Arsenio Hall" holler that had come and gone oh so many years ago. Red blushed and waved to her friends. She was glad they were there, not only for support, but to bare witness to all that she could be bossy in bed. 

"Remember, I am Mistress," Red told both men then walked over to pick up the first of what would be many torturous delights. "This is called the Fun Wand," she said, returning to the two men, "and it has been chilled to perfection." Red held up the 7 ½ inch long gleaming stainless anal toy. The three graduated balls measuring from 3/8 inch to 1 inch sparkled in the light as Red lovingly stroked the cold metal. She reached down and ran several drops of oil across the surface, winked at Slyc and moved to stand by his side. The oil bottle was tipped up and Red watched a stream of clear liquid fall into the crack of her boy's ass. She gazed at it, watching the stream disappear and eventually find a resting spot. Slyc groaned and then gasped as Red eased the toy down the same oily path and then pressed the first ball against his anus. 

Red turned her head and kissed Slyc's biceps as she pushed the toy in further. The first ball was greedily accepted and a sigh of relief escaped Slyc's lips. "Just two more," she whispered, continuing to ease the steel toy into the hot and slippery cavern of her lover's ass. She watched the hard cheeks of his ass grow tighter, a sure sign Slyc was accepting of the invasion. His muscles flexed around the toy and Red eased it out to the second ball, only to reward her sub with another shove of the instrument, this time a bit harder. Red fucked Slyc's ass with the toy several times. She enjoyed the look of pleasure that crossed his face and how his tongue would snake out to moisten his dry lips. Her other hand was not idle. It had found a nice welcoming place to land. Her fingers were wrapped solely around Slyc's cock and she pumped it with deliberate strokes. 

On occasion she would glance to Remec and wink. In time she would give him his attention, a just reward for a man that was being so patient. Her group of friends had gotten quieter and Red glanced at them. They were content with watching, for the moment, but Red knew eventually their hands would abandon the drinks and snacks in order to snake out and sample the other delights in the room. 

Slyc's hips moved in time to Red's thrusting of the toy. He pushed back into it every time she pulled away, as if he were silently begging her to fuck him harder, longer, and faster with the implement. Red didn't disappoint him, or herself. Her arousal was growing more heady with every moan that erupted from Slyc's throat. Her gaze was locked on his dick, pre cum oozing from the slit at the top had gathered around her fingers. She pushed it down the full length of his cock, letting it aid her in her fondling of him. Eventually, she wanted. . . needed to taste him and removed the toy, allowing it to fall from her hand to the floor. She then she slid over Remec, positioning herself so her pussy hovered over the bearded man's face and her lips were level with two cocks. One stood up hard and erect under her face, the other she simply stared at and marveled at the amount of juice that had already made itself known. 

"Oh fuck, Mistress," Remec moaned as he took in the sight of the soft downy curls hovering above his face. Red chuckled softly, wiggled her hips and pressed her pussy closer to Remec's face. 

"Yes?" she asked, lifting her hips and then dropping them so her sex rested just a whisper away from his lips. She felt the breath from his mouth and nose caressing her pussy and the tip of his nose pushing against her clit. 

"Mistress, may I?" Remec muttered. His words sent another blanket of heat over Red's mound. 

She gasped. "May you what?" Her eyelids fluttered closed as she took a deep breath, a poor attempt at calming herself. 

While Remec took a deep breath to gather his wits and form his words, Red slid her pussy up and down his face, enjoying the new and erotic feeling of his beard and mustache sweeping up her pussy juices. The texture of his facial hair mingling with her softer curls brought another shudder and tremor to the full-figured girl. 

"May I taste my Mistress's pussy?" His words were muffled against Red's mound, but she heard him and sighed happily. 

"Yes, you may," she answered back and was quickly rewarded with Remec's tongue sweeping the full length of her sex. "Oh my God!" Red gasped and sat there with herself pressed tight to Remec's strong muscle. She savored the feel of his tongue, teeth, and lips pulling, prodding and biting at her clit, lips and inner sides. She shivered violently, rocked her hips and ground herself onto his face. Her tits ached to be fondled and yet she knew that was not possible at the moment, so instead, Red sat up, keeping herself pressed into Remec, who never let up on his sloppy supper. She pulled her breasts from her corset, allowing them to spill over the leather. Her fingers went to work, pulling and teasing the hard peaks. In time she heard a hungry growl and her gaze opened to lock onto Slyc. 

To say he was patiently waiting for her to return to him would have been a lie, but in his current position, he had no other choice. Red smiled wickedly and began to rub her clit, while Remec feasted on the deeper depths of her sex. Remec growled in pleasure, begging to suck on Red all night. She laughed, rode his face harder and then became quiet. Her body however never let up. Her eyes grew glassy and as Remec ate her out, Slyc watched her figure stiffen, her jaw open and fall slack, while her head tilted and her body shuddered. Come cascaded from Red, coating Remec and giving him more than enough juices to satisfy his thirst, for the time being. Slyc muttered low as Red came a second time, granting Remec another dousing of her honey. 

Red took a deep breath and moved back to the position she'd been in before rising up and riding Remec. With one hand she grabbed Slyc's cock and fed it into her eager mouth, the other she used to balance her weight on the table and Remec. It wasn't long before Remec went back to work on Red's hovering sex, but Red forced herself to enjoy the flavorful dick that was pumping in and out of her mouth. 

Her eyes remained closed as she bobbed herself up and down on Slyc's rod. Her tongue pushed against the front, then swept haphazardly across the head before she popped off and began to lick her way down to his balls. The right was easily coaxed into her mouth, sucked and shuffled between the cheeks for several seconds. In time she released her prisoner only to capture the other sphere in a wet grip. Off and on she treated the marbles with hard pulls and massaging sweeps, leaving them both pinker than the skin surrounding his groin. Once Red was done studying the different colors of flesh, she lifted herself up and worked his member into her mouth again. 

A long time ago Red had declared she wanted to deep-throat Slyc and she'd come close months ago, but not fully. This night she was determined to get the job done, or at least go a bit further than last time. She knew had they switched jobs and Slyc had been the Master of the evening, he could have forced his cock down her throat as deep as he wanted it. A part of her wished he could do that now, but she knew this was her job. Red pushed away the reflexes that tried to show their ugly heads and took his shaft deeper into her mouth. She angled her head, pulled up, then dropped back down again. With each downward descent Red managed to gain more of his dick, until eventually her nose was buried in his pubes. 

Growling happily, the vibrations rolled over Slyc's shaft and he muttered, "Oh fuck yes, Red!" 

Red's brow creased and she popped off his shaft. Her eyes held his for a moment while the look of confusion filled his face, it was swiftly followed by the dawning of what he'd done. "Ahh damn, Re. . . Mistress. I am sorry." 

Red smiled and reached out, stroked his chest and told him, "It's okay. But you did forget and now you must wait." 

Red turned herself around, pushing her slippery pussy across Remec's rock-solid member. She rubbed herself against him like a cat would a piece of wood covered in catnip. Her eyes met his and she took in the wet appearance of his face. "Bet your tongue was getting tired,"she whispered, lifting herself up just enough that one of her hands slid between her sex and his. 

"Maybe a little," Remec admitted, his eyes watching her fingers wrap around his cock. She reached further, and flicked the switch on the vibrating cock ring. Remec muttered and took a deep breath, shifted his hips and waited for Red to continue. 

She eased herself down onto his dick, welcoming every inch as it found a warm place to nestle itself. When the full length was buried inside, Red held herself still, then rose up again. Once more she remained poised over her boy, watched his chest rise and fall with each draw of breath she took, and then when she was ready she slammed herself down. Her pussy constricted around him, swallowing him fully and she ground herself hard into his pelvis. The texture of hairs shuffling together made Red and Remec squirm. Over and over she pumped herself up and down on his shaft, felt the head pushing against the inner most recesses of her sex and bring her closer and closer to her pending release. 

"Mistress," Remec muttered. 

"Yes?" Red gasped out, barely stopping the fucking she was doing on the bound man. 

"I'm going to come soon," he admitted. Red smiled and stopped her actions. 

"Soon," she said, lifting her pussy from his dick. "Slyc, slide your cock inside me and get it real wet." 

"Yes, Mistress," Slyc said, his voice revealing how glad he was to be given the opportunity to finally bury his cock inside Red's slippery home. She felt his hips and cock, fumbling to get into position without using his hands. Red didn't assist him, knowing that if he wanted to fuck her bad enough he'd find a way to make it work. The feel of his cockhead sliding into the sweet abyss of her sex sent a wave of pleasure through Red. He held it there for a few minutes, soaking up the heat and the juices, pulled out and then slammed in again. "Enough," Red hissed. "You know where to put it," she muttered. 

One of Red's hands moved to her ass, the other remained gripping the side of the table for balance. She pulled her right cheek to the side, exposing the tight virgin hole for Slyc's inspection. A soft whisper of appreciation left Slyc's lips and then his dick moved to slide up to the puckered entrance. "Thank you, Mistress," Slyc said as he pushed his cock into the untouched hole. Red whimpered softly, but aided Slyc by pushing slowly back. Her hand remained on her ass cheek, until she felt the first part of his dick slide deeply into the core of her ass. Only then did she drop her hand back to her pussy, where she quickly grabbed up Remec's shaft. 

Slyc held himself fully inside Red as she maneuvered the second dick into her. When she had all of Remec, she gave a soft command of "Fuck your Mistress," to Slyc. He immediately went to work, pulling his cock out just so the head remained and then shoving back in. Red gripped his shaft tightly, loosening only to clamp her pussy muscles around Remec's member. Soon the three had worked out a rhythm that played with their hormones. Remec's hip rose and fell. Slyc pumped in and out. Red ground her way deeper onto Remec's shaft and fuller against Slyc's. The sounds of "Fuck yes!" and "Deeper!" "Harder" "Fuck!" filled the room and the audience who were enjoying the show were not even there in the threesome's minds. 

"Gotta come, Mistress," Remec hissed out through clenched teeth. Red demanded in a low throaty growl that Remec come and not even a second passed before she felt his hot seed spilling into her hungry pussy. She then heard the same exclamation from Slyc. Red shuddered and tossed her head back. "Come in my ass, then on it," she proclaimed, before squeezing more of Remec's seed from his dick. 

Slyc's body delivered his Mistress the gifts she hungered for. His sperm shot into the tight cavern that no one had, up to that moment, lay claim to and then she felt her ass free of his cock. A thick stream of hot liquid showered her round cheeks. Red shivered violently as her own orgasm rocked through her. Her lids clenched tight over her brown eyes and she felt the breath in her lungs become trapped. Stars seemed to explode inside her as come flowed thick and fast down her walls and coated Remec's body. "Oh fuck!" she moaned through dry lips as she tried to think about her surroundings. 

The sound of rattling chains brought Red out of her drained state. Red cleared her throat, bent down and kissed Remec, before pulling herself away from him. She smiled at both men and winked at the crowd of onlookers, though most were no longer concerned with her and her charges. Red went to the curtain and closed it, leaving Slyc and Remec to her eyes only. She then grabbed three wash clothes and wet them in the sink, that was built into the side of one of the walls. She washed herself and then used a different cloth on each man. When both were properly cleansed, she released Remec's restraints and removed his collar. 

She then moved to the side of the room, got her stool, climbed onto it and released Slyc's wrists. As he rubbed the circulation back into them and Remec sat up and massaged his appendages, she removed Slyc's collar, then her own. All three were dropped onto the surface of a nearby table. Red turned to the two men, this time in her hand was a plan black collar with a metal ring in the center. She released her corset and let it drop to the floor. Her fingers smoothed the leather band in her hand and then she circled her neck with it. Adjusted the width and then walked over to the two men who were now free to come and go as they wished. 

One hand reached for a flogger on the wall and she presented it to Remec, the other moved to rest demurely against Slyc's stomach. "Masters. . ." she whispered and waited to see what would happen next. . . 



AH Fantasies Ch. 28



Author's Note:This story contains sexual situations involving FF and FFFF play. I want to thank all the folks who are writing in this chain for allowing so many writers to "use" you in their stories. A special thank you goes out to: fallenfromgrace, Impressive, and inlovewithyourghost for granting me permission to bring another of naughty fantasy to life. Most of all thanks to CrimsonMaiden for her willingness to organize this chain and feminity for thinking it up. Enjoy the story and feel free to vote or comment if you like. ~ Red

Pushing Buttons

I saw her watching me. My lower lip was sore and red, probably bleeding if I sucked on it hard enough. I didn't want to cry out or beg the artist to stop, but I was close. Had she not been there, I probably would have bawled my eyes out. I am not good with pain. I am also not good with public displays of weakness, especially mine. So I put on a brave face and tried to look as if the tattoo I was getting wasn't as bad as child birth. 

She stood up and walked over to me. Normally I wouldn't have wanted another woman staring at my exposed sex, but for some reason her big brown eyes seemed to have drawn me into their web. So I lay there, my belly shirt raised up, my skirt and panties pulled low and my pubic line openly available for her viewing pleasure. 

"Looking good," she told me as she stared at the "Bands of Love" design I had chosen. I winced and mumbled a quiet "thanks" before closing my eyes and feeling more intense pain roll over my skin. 

I heard her step around to take in another view of the Celtic symbol. My right eyelid opened up just a bit, so I could watch her. Her tongue darted out and she licked her lip. Did she just lick the shape with the tip of her tongue? I jumped up, the tattoo artist had left and in his place stood the woman. Her brown skin spoke of her asian heritage. I watched her pink tongue slide across the tip of the crown and then down to where the hearts interlaced with each other. "Oh my," I whispered as she looked up at me and winked. 

Her tongue darted further along the intricate webbing of ink and flesh. I couldn't believe this woman was tracing every twist and turn and I was laying there letting her. I didn't even know her name! That I had to rectify. I mean, I couldn't let this go on any further without knowing whose name to call out. "Umm. . . excuse me," I whimpered as her fingers moved to run across where her mouth had been. 

"Hmm?" she asked back, not once removing herself from the object of her affection. I groaned when her other hand moved to slide across my shaved pussy. "Need something?" she asked and slid one finger into my slick opening. 

"Oh fuck," I hissed. My hips rose up and she chuckled. "Your . . . uh. . . mmm. . .name." I finally got the sentence out. Her finger however had no intention of finding another home. It and she seemed quite content where they were. 

"Fallenfromgrace, but you can call me Grace," she answered back and pushed a second finger into my wet pussy. 

"Nice. . .ohh yes, very nice to meet you." My voice seemed far away. I felt her lips move further down, abandoning the pointed end of tattoo. 

"You too," she whispered. I felt her hands part my sex and my eyes fluttered shut as she twirled my clit with her tongue, then pulled at it with her teeth. My fingers gripped the vinyl table's edges and my hips ground against her delicate features. 

"What are you doing?" I jerked around and stared in horror as a woman I didn't know walked up to me. I glanced back and Grace was gone. "Well?" the woman asked, and then took my hand. She squeezed it tight and led me over to a couch. The tattoo parlor was gone and in its place was a beautifully furnished living room. 

"Sit down and rest. You and the baby need a break." 

Baby? What the fuck was she. . .I felt it then; a swift kick to the ribs. I ran my palm across my swollen abdomen and blinked back my shock. "Umm. . .baby?" I whispered. 

"Yes, lover?" the girl asked. 

I looked up at her and smiled. "I'm thirsty," I told her. She smiled and left the room. I assumed to get me something to drink. There wasn't much time for me to piece things together. I knew she'd be back in a few minutes with something refreshing for my parched throat. I thought of Grace and wondered where that would have led and what inlovewithherghost would have thought. 

The name came to me as if it had always been there. I shrugged my shoulders and rubbed my tummy. Another kick was my reward and I told the little mite in my womb to settle down. His mommies were going to get busy. Where'd that idea come from? I wondered, but didn't bother dismissing it. Instead I embraced it. 

Ghost walked in and I was right. In her hand was a tinkling glass of ice water. I took it, drank deep and then placed it on the table next to the couch. "Come here lover," I whispered and she slid down beside me. I reached out and pulled at the scrunche that kept her long brown hair from my seeking caress. When her silky strands were free to me, I stretched my fingers out and combed what few tangles there were free. 

Her body shivered at the caress and I leaned in to press my lips to hers. My tongue ran across first her upper lip, then her lower. Eventually we both wanted more and I kissed her deeply. Ghost answered back, pulling me into her as her fingers trailed under the shirt I wore. We parted and I watched her hand travel under the "Baby on Board" V-neck. It came to stop at the point of my engorged breasts. She tweaked first the right nipple, then the left. I whimpered and she smirked, then lifted my T-shirt and lowered her mouth to my tit. 

She flicked the hard nub, traced its shape with her tongue and then lapped at the ridged edge. My hands moved to her hair and I petted the top of her head. She continued to feast from me and stroke the stretched skin, that jumped and leapt under her palm. 

"There you are!" I lifted a brow and watched Impressive slide into the chair across from me. I looked down. My belly was flat, my breasts back to normal and a couple of rare, Porterhouse steaks sat in front of me. 

"Are they dead?" I asked and poked at one of the bloody carcasses. 

"Moo," Imp said with an exaggerated laugh. 

I stuck out my tongue and pushed the plate away. "If it moos again it's yours." 

She grinned wide and "mooed" at my dinner. I laughed and watched her eagerly dig into her bright red meat. The server came over and I ordered something that didn't talk when you cut into it. Imp and I chatted about what was going on in our lives. I mentioned the strange dreams I'd been having and she mentioned the newest Melissa Etheridge CD she'd picked up. 

I toyed with my napkin, thinking over Grace and Ghost. My body still seemed very much in need of relief. My hand traveled under the table and up my skirt. I coughed as Imp looked at me with a questioning glance. "Problems?" she asked and glanced at my disappearing appendage. 

"Nope," I told her. She said nothing, but smirked and dropped her fork. Before I could dive down to get it, she was under the table. 

"Holy fuck, Red. You're soaked." 

Her voice seemed to echo around the restaurant and my skin grew flush. "Shhh...," I told her. "Don't be so loud!" 

Her laughter ricocheted around the room and I heard her say. "You're the one that shouldn't be so loud." 

The next thing I knew Imp was taking a long sweep of my soaked panties. I groaned and spread my legs. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I sure could feel it. Her teeth tore at the thin lace, not tearing it, but moving it back and forth across my swollen lips and hard clit. "Mmm. . .ohh fuck yes," I hissed. 

"Quiet," she told me and pulled my panties to the side to expose my pussy to her hungry mouth. I gasped with want as her fingers worked in and out of my opening. Her tongue swept up and down my clit, dug into the hot hole of my sex and then drove as deep as the wet muscle could go. 

My jaw dropped open to release the moan that was being pulled from me. The scream was nonhuman; I stared in horror as it continued to pour out of my mouth. I rolled to the right and opened my eyes. With a heavy hand I reached over and pushed the off button on the alarm clock. I rolled to my back and stared up at the ceiling. My lids closed on my brown eyes and I tried to recapture every face I had conjured up in my dreams. 

Unfortunately, I pulled myself from the bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom. There I took care of my basic needs, showered, brushed my teeth and tossed my wet hair into a pony tail. I looked at my naked body in the full length mirror and thought back to my dream with Grace. My fingers ran down to my red curls and I pulled gently on the soft pubic curls. "Shaved, huh?" I said to my reflection. "Perhaps someday." 

I then touched my belly and laughed. "A dream or a nightmare?" I'd already been pregnant three times, but the idea of Ghost lavishing my swollen breasts and belly with attention was enough to make me wonder if a fourth wasn't such a bad idea. 

My stomach growled and I thought of the meal I'd been enjoying with Imp, or at least the meal she'd been enjoying. The sound of her munching and my moaning had to have been what woke me up. . .then I remembered the squeal that came out of my mouth and knew it was that fucking alarm clock. I so hated that thing sometimes. So many dreams it interrupted. Too many, if you ask me. 

I left the bathroom and headed back to my bedroom, where I made myself presentable for the day. My thigh high stockings were hidden underneath a dark navy skirt. My black garter, and matching bra became concealed by the dark jacket I wore. I didn't bother with a shirt that morning. It was too hot and I knew the jacket would keep everything hidden. 

A granola bar called my name as I walked out the door; I tossed it into my purse. Once outside I thanked the heaven's I opted to leave my shirt at home. The air-conditioned interior of my car cooled me down, but also left me so relaxed I was back to thinking of my naughty dreams. 

I could almost see Grace spreading my legs and enjoying the inked flesh of my abdomen. That daydream moved on and I swore right then and there some baby kicked me in the gut. My nipples grew hard as Ghost's face stared up at me. Her mouth was wrapped lovingly around my breast. My pussy muscles grew tight and I heard Imp's "Be quiet" echo through the car. I shook my head, to clear my thoughts. "Jesus, Red, calm down." I laughed at my words and pulled into the parking lot of Literotica's. 

After parking and receiving the customary pat down, to make sure I wasn't carrying any illegal contraband, I went inside the hotel and clocked in. I stood behind the reception desk and toyed with the registration book, flicking the pages back and forth. The sound of a customer entering made me put on a look of professionalism. My heart stopped beating as the three women from my dreams walked in. I licked my lips, swallowed what little moisture I had in my mouth and gapped at the vixens. 

They made their way toward me. Each one moved like a tigress, looking for their next meal. Grace pushed her credit card toward me. Her brown orbs glanced at my name tag and then back up. "Hey Red, got a room?" she asked and then winked at the other two women who stood behind her. 

I stared back at her. She knew my name? Then of course I remembered I was wearing a name tag. My cheeks grew red and I hurriedly typed out a reservation for them. When I handed her the bill, she took the pen and our fingers touched. Wow! I can't think of another word to describe the heat that went through me. Her eyes held mine for a minute and then she turned away. 

The three of them disappeared down the hall and my eyes didn't leave their backsides till they turned the corner. I was lost then. My mind couldn't return to work, even if it wanted to. The three women I'd drempt about that night were in the hotel and I was just a few yards away from them. What were they doing? Why were they here? Well. . .both questions were easy to answer. Literotica's hotel was very well known for producing erotic fantasies for all types. My naughty thoughts were interrupted by the shrill of the desk phone. It rang over and over again, eventually pulling me from my daydream and forcing me to answer it. 

I smacked it hard, then cursed as the receiver fell to the floor. At least the noise stopped. I picked it up and spoke. "Front desk; this is Red. How can I help you?" 

Giggling voices came back to me. I glanced at the phone and knew immediately who was calling. "We need a bottle of wine," one of the voices called out. Imp, I thought to myself. She sounded the same as she had in my dreams. "And steak. Rare. Bloody. I want it to moo!" 

"I'll see what I can do," I answered and hung up the phone. I went to the hotel kitchen and ordered up a Porterhouse, just like I knew Imp would want it. I swear when the chef put it on the plate, it really did cry out for salvation. With a plate of bloody cow and a bottle of cheap wine I headed toward their room. I tapped the bottom of the door with my foot and it flew open on its own. I stepped in and was shocked to see naked flesh spread out in various positions. 

I stood there for a moment. My eyes taking in the way Imp's dark curls looked spread across Ghost's belly. I couldn't help but notice the way Grace's brown skin complimented the paler hue of both women she was pressed against. The bountiful supply of flesh was something I could have only imagined during my sleeping hours, but there it was. . .literally spread out before me. 

"Ohh food!" Imp shouted and jumped up from her appetizer. She hurried over, and grabbed the plate of meat. I stepped in and closed the door behind me. 

"Where do you want the wine?" I asked. 

Ghost laughed. "That's a loaded question." 

I looked at her with a puzzling expression. Grace climbed off the bed and rolled her eyes. "Ignore her," she said and took the bottle. "You're cute." 

My brows rose and I turned around to see who she was talking to. She pinched my ass and I squeaked, spinning myself back to face her. "You; silly," she told me. I felt my cheeks get hot and my tongue snake out to wet my lips. 

"Ohh fuck, don't do that," Ghost muttered. 

"Do what?" I asked. 

"Lick your lips like that." 

I didn't mean to do it on purpose, or at least I don't think I did, but. . .I licked my lips again. Ghost groaned and pushed Grace away from me. She reached out and grabbed the sides of my face and pressed her mouth to mine. 

Instantly I responded. My knees grew weak, my heart stopped beating and my whimpers were swallowed up by her exploring muscle. It wasn't long before I too was naked and the three women were gazing at me. I chewed on my lower lip, which was quickly covered by Ghost's mouth devouring mine again. 

I felt a pair of hands on my breasts and pulled away from the kiss, long enough to turn my head and accept another set of lips. Grace's mouth tasted like sweet honey. Our tongues flowed together as if they were made for each other. Her hands massaged my freckled mounds while her fingers tweaked my nipples. I hissed when she pulled away and began to bite and suck her way across my shoulders. 

"Delicious," Imp's voice interrupted my pleasure. I looked over to her; she was busy licking juice, from her steak, off her fingers. Ghost laughed and took my hand. 

"Care to compare?" she asked Imp and led me to the bed. I sat down and Imp walked over. She pressed her palm against my shoulder and urged me back. Once I was settled on the center of the bed, I watched Imp's brown eyes change to intense green. This startled me, but not nearly as much as when her smile turned from mischievous to predatory. 

Her mouth latched onto my clit and my hands moved to cup my breasts. Much to my surprise as I was taken in by Imp's wicked grin, the other women had tied me down. "Ohh fuck," I muttered. I twisted my arms one way, then the next, but there was no way I was getting free. "What were you a girl scout?" I asked Grace. 

She simply laughed at me and then climbed onto the bed. I watched as she settled herself over me. Her mound rested just inches above my face. I lifted my head and breathed in her intoxicating scent. With my arms bound, I was forced to use my upper body strength to keep myself somewhat elevated. I licked at the glistening folds that were presented to me and swallowed the heady perfume. Grace moaned and rubbed her sex against my face, bathing me in her juices. I relished it, opening my mouth to capture more of her. 

For a moment Grace was all I thought about, until I felt a pair of mouths learning the shape of my pussy. I couldn't see what Imp and Ghost were doing, but I certainly enjoyed it. I closed my eyes and lead my own exploration of a woman's pussy, while two women took their time learning where to bite, suck, thrust and stroke mine. 

I don't know whose fingers were pushing into my sex, or which tongue was sweeping across my clit, or whose teeth were gnawing on my swollen lips. All I knew was that I was in heaven and I didn't want it to end. 

Grace drove herself deeper onto me. My tongue worked faster, dipping in and out of her slick pussy. Imp and Ghost took turns fondling, thrusting, drinking and I'm sure that the pauses on my cunt were done because they were busy cleansing each others' pallets. I didn't mind, though I swore I'd be watching it from Grace's angle before the day was over. 

It wasn't long before the two women working on my pussy had me coming and Grace was flooding me with her nectar. I cried out and continued to do so for several long climaxes. Then Grace did and her voice was stronger than mine; her scream seemed to fill the room. Imp and Ghost followed, their hisses and cries more rapid. I moaned as my hand reached out and I fondled cool plastic.

"I so love the snooze button."