1 comments/ 31960 views/ 2 favorites Kelly: The Beach House Ch. 01 By: O Rang Wednesday found Kelly lying in the heat of the afternoon sun, facedown on her beach towel, her nude form glistening from the sheen of suntan lotion Corm had spread over her. Her curls, bleached slightly from the summer sun and the salt air, were pulled back in a tight, if somewhat unruly, blonde bun, the better to achieve maximum exposure on her back, shoulders, and neck. They were on a private beach, one bounded by high stone walls that descended from the beach house's boundary lines down across the dunes into the very water itself. This gave them total privacy, though there was always the odd fisherman with binoculars floating just off shore. She didn't care. Let them watch, she was here on vacation with her love, a million miles from the cares and stresses of her new job at the university. She lay on her stomach, dozing slightly as she soaked in the final rays of the day. The sun would set soon, sinking below the dunes behind them to leave the North Carolina shore wreathed in sandy half-light. In the three days they'd been here so far she'd come to recognize the natural rhythms of the sun and the tide, and had positioned her towel and accoutrements accordingly. Kelly had spurned the idea of a beach umbrella, the point was to get a tan after all, and had armed herself with a cooler, lotion, a book, and an oversized beach towel. Knowing that she would soon be sunbathing nude, she didn't bother with a suit, opting instead for a sarong, which, when worn properly, covered her ... barely. Corm, having decided to bring only a chair and a book, was seated beside her, lolling in the sun as the droplets from his latest swim dried. He too was nude, save for a pair of sunglasses, his muscular frame glistening in the heat. The very sight of him like this made her acutely conscious of her own nudity. Truth be told, the thought of such a prize next to her made her quite horny. From the start it had been a vacation filled with passion. They'd arrived that Sunday, having driven down from the city. Friends were expected on Thursday, and so they were reveling in one of their final days alone together. By the time she'd unpacked he'd been ready to pounce, throwing her face first onto the king-sized bed in their room, his hands hot against her skin despite the heat as he stripped off her shorts and tank top to take her from behind. Kelly smiled at this as he fucked her roughly, her breasts grinding into the plush down comforter, pleased that she had this power over him. Corm rarely lost his cool, but here, amongst waves and the sun, he was more animalistic, his controls muted. Monday morning saw them on the beach for the first sunrise of the week, his tongue lingering amongst her folds and curves as he brought her to several orgasms. They celebrated the dawn with her heated cries, before trudging back up to the house in the new light to crawl back into bed. And so it went...each day filled the heat of their desire for one another. Kelly lifted her head and put on her sunglasses to look at him. She licked her lips at the sight of his cock, heavy and thick, lolling off to one side in a quasi-dormant state. "Behave yourself, woman." His voice was slow and dreamy, laced with humor at the irony of him telling her to calm down. "No deal, mister, I want what is mine." She got to her feet and padded over to him. Corm watched her full breasts sway in time with her hips, her form a study in motion and soft lines. At twenty-nine she was a magnificent study in the female form, long and lean from exercise, yet blessed with all the sinful curves that inspired men to learn to paint. He had such plans for her. Kelly was eager to learn, eager to explore the depths of her own sexual appetites to their fullest extent. And so far, there seemed to be no limits to them. Their night out at the opera had told him that, particularly the choice she'd made when confronted with her own orgasm in the restaurant. Few of his former lovers would have had the fortitude to make that choice. Kelly was proving to be an excellent foil. Truth be told, he was falling for her. "So what is it you want, young lady?" He closed his eyes and relaxed, a wicked plan unfolding in his mind. Kelly had ferocious appetites, no more so than when she was denied satisfaction. It was her great weakness, one he had been ruthless exploiting to his own benefit since the day he'd met her. "Um... I ... well, you know." Her voice was soft, almost obscured by the waves. He loved it when she got embarrassed like this; it was a very endearing counterpoint to her wild side. Corm sat up in his chair, "No, I don't know. What is it you want?" "Don't make me say it." She giggled nervously, watching him, writhing in torment. He knew what she wanted, but did she really have to say it? Since that night at the costume party she'd returned to her more normal mode of behavior – wild when provoked, but quite shy otherwise. That wasn't usually a problem, since Corm was so forward with his own wants and desires. Besides, she knew he was just teasing her. "Say what? Honestly, Kelly, I have no idea what you want." That clever smirk she loved so much appeared. "None. Not a clue." Just to really send her over the edge he dropped one hand down to cup his shaft, which was beginning to harden with the prospects of what was to come. Her mouth dropped open a little, belying the artificial disinterest of her sunglasses. "I want to ..." One foot dug nervously in the sand. God, she looked fine, shining with sweat and suntan lotion, her body toned and ready for him. "You want me to what?" He began to stroke himself in earnest, knowing that her eyes were riveted to his cock. Corm understood full well how she craved him, even if she didn't. Kelly blushed and looked down. "I want to take you in my mouth." "I want to suck your cock." "And why would you want to do that?" He stood up and stretched. She smiled. "Because I love the way you taste. And I love the feeling of having you inside me, pulsing and twitching as I suck you off." He laughed. "Well then, my little slut, who am I to refuse such a request?" Kelly giggled and knelt before him, so fixed on the task before her that the grit of the sand, the sounds of the water, and feel of the wind began to fade. She gripped his turgid shaft in her left hand and began to stroke him gently, watching as the swollen head of his cock throbbed with excitement. Leaning in, she planted a kiss on it. He smiled down at her and sighed. Kelly glanced up at his handsome face and grinned with satisfaction. Some would think it strange, but here, now, kneeling before him, she was as happy as she could hope for. There was something very strange and yet very right about being his lover, his slut. He'd found a way to unlock those parts of her that had always been there, just below the surface of her subconscious, tormenting her with what she didn't know she'd wanted. And then one day he'd come walking into her life, thrown her over his shoulder, and shown her that he had the keys to all her doors. She moved forward, taking the fullness of his hard shaft into her mouth. He tasted of sea air and sweat, and she purred with delight. Once, twice, three times she bobbed back and forth, savoring the wet sounds of her ministrations. Something about sucking him off got her SO excited; Kelly could feel a heat building in her that had nothing to do with the sun. Soon, she knew, she'd start to slip into a fugue of lust, one where she couldn't focus on anything beyond her physical appetites. It scared her to get that way, because she couldn't control it. Yet. Corm assured her that in time, with his guidance, she'd come to master her passions, her appetites, and even learn to harness them for her own benefit. Kelly didn't believe him, of course, because she was all too aware of how utterly consumed she got. But if he wanted to try, well then... She paused in her bobbing and licked the length of him, marveling at the veins and whorls of his body. Her right hand reached out to cup his balls, gently squeezing them in the way he'd taught her. Her pussy began to throb with desire. Soon, she knew, he'd take her and make her his, plunging into her out here for all the world to see, amidst the waves and the wind, driving her toward that little death when she would sing out her release. On some level Kelly wondered if her cries would be heard by their neighbors. She didn't really care. That was definitely something he'd taught her. Before meeting him she'd been ashamed of how loud and vocal she could be. He celebrated it with open windows, public places, and a hearty laugh at the looks they'd get. Kelly leaned forward to take him into her mouth again, but he stopped her. Corm reached down and hauled her to her feet. "We're done for now. Go inside and get cleaned up." "But I thought we were going to ..." "What?" "I thought we were going to make love here on the beach?" She had that dreamy look in her eye, the one she got when she was close to being consumed by her own desires. He loved how her eyes, normally bright and full of intelligence, glazed over as the animal inside took her. In their short time together, he'd found that she was trapped in the paradox of wanting to surrender to him, even as she continually sought to enslave him with her body. It was a tempting idea, and one he scrupulously resisted. Hence the need for random endings to their lovemaking. He'd found that the more he resisted her, the more she tried to please him. But he refused to let her gain any form of sexual dominance over him. To do so would be to undo the path he'd set her on, and render her a creature of her lusts with no productive outlets. He'd had it happen to him once before, with a former lover, Wendy. As a result, Wendy was now a casual lover, seen only once or twice a year, where she might have shared his bed and his life. So when he'd found Kelly, and realized her potential, he'd resolved not to make that mistake again. He would make her his, utterly. Corm smiled. "No." "What?" She was clearly surprised at this turn of events. Her lust, so rampant moments ago, was receding as her mind struggled to rationalize what had just happened. He did this at times, and she still didn't understand why. "I said, no." His voice was firm, and he noted with a secret pleasure that it was having the intended effect. "Why not?" "Because I said so." Corm had found that, in keeping with her inability to deal with physical denial, a sound refusal to provide any actual explanation for his decisions made her quite pliable. "But I..." "But what?" He took her in his arms, savoring the feeling of his cock, hot and wet from her efforts, pressed between them. "What do you think, if you ask, you get? That's not how it works. You have earn your treats." She frowned, her beautiful face clouded with disappointment. "But I have been so good." "So what if you have? I am not denying that. But my answer is no." Corm ran his hands across her ass, pausing for a moment to squeeze one firm buttock. "Now, go inside and take a shower." "Huh?" "Do as I say. I will collect your belongings. Just go back up to the house and get ready." He planted stinging slap on her tight ass, and enjoyed the feel of her shiver in response. Her eyes shown as she looked up at him, hungry with desire. He almost caved, almost grabbed her to push her down onto the sand so that he could bury his throbbing cock in her tight, eager pussy. But no, at the last moment, he regained his control and returned her stare with equal intensity. Seeing that she wasn't going to win, Kelly dropped her eyes. "Alright." She turned to go. He reached out and caught her, turning her back to him and gazing intensely into her eyes. "Alright, what?" "Alright, sir?" "Better." Outside the bedroom he had no need for such formalities. But here, in a sexual situation, the title helped reinforce their respective roles. Not surprisingly, she'd taken to it eagerly. Kelly kissed him on the lips and sauntered off. He watched her go, mesmerized by her hips and stunned that he'd been so lucky to as find her. And all because he'd chosen to mow a lawn one afternoon! +++ The sand was hot beneath her feet as she walked to the house, but she didn't really feel it. Her pussy throbbed with desire and her mind whirled with confusion. Why had he made her stop? Was he unhappy with her in some way? On some small level she suspect it had a lot to do with some male need for control, but he always refused to discuss the subject, saying only that she had to trust him. And she did, but that didn't make sudden stops like the one they'd just had any easier. Before her, above the dunes on a long strip of well-tended grass, lay their beach house. Corm's company had bought it about ten years ago as a retreat for their executives and a way to say thanks for exceptional employees. And, since Corm owned the company, which meant that the beach house was theirs to use whenever his admin assistant hadn't booked it for corporate use. This week was just such a case. The house was three stories, with a cupola that overlooked the North Carolina coast from the roof. Five bedrooms in all, including the master bedroom, with a large kitchen, two elevated decks, a wrap-around porch completed with a hot tub and outdoor shower. Complete with a well-stocked library, a powerful telescope, and full cable and Internet connections, it was, in short, a wonderful place to take refugee from the world. Kelly strode up the stairs onto the deck that encompassed the back of the house, completely at ease with her nudity. The nearest neighbors were a full half mile away. The seclusion of the place was total, which made it ideal for large parties, or more 'intimate' gatherings. She entered the well-appointed kitchen and padded over to the refrigerator. Reaching inside, she took out a pitcher of sangria and poured herself a generous glass. Sometimes a drink helped take the edge off of her lusts. Sometimes. Today was clearly not going to be one of those days. She walked back outside and hung her towel and sarong over the railing to dry. For a long moment she took in the view, thinking how lucky she was. Then she turned and walked back into the house, the glass of sangria already half-empty. She still ached for release, and the drink was not helping. If anything, it was making her needs more acute. But Corm had said to clean up and get ready, so they must be headed out for the night. So off she went, climbing the stairs towards their bedroom on the third floor. On the way up, however, she paused, certain that she could hear something. There it was ... there was something ... a strange noise. She looked around, no longer certain that they were alone. Corm had said his friends were due in on Thursday, and her girlfriends weren't expected until Friday evening. So who was in the house now? A sliver of fear ran through her, cutting its way through her growing buzz and her need for release. She listened for a long hard moment... Wait, that was the sound of ... the shower? Yes, it was the shower. Here, on the second floor there were four bedrooms, and for each pair of rooms, there was one lavish bathroom, replete with a large tub and glassed-in shower. The noise, then, was coming from the bathroom at the far end of the wall, on the eastern side of the house. Kelly crept down the hallway towards it, eager to see who their new guest was. At last she reached the door. It wasn't locked, it wasn't even really closed. Tendrils of warm air and steam drifted out, caressing her face as she leaned in to see what she could see. The door was shut too much to afford her a really good view, so she pushed it open slightly and slipped inside. Before her was a glass stall shower, its tiled enclosure sunken slightly, and complete with a large showerhead and small wooden bench fashioned in the Scandinavian style. Heat lamps gave the entire room a golden hue. The glass itself was beaded with moisture, but otherwise perfectly clear, affording her an excellent view of the wonder inside. For there, lolling under the stream of hot water, was a statuesque beauty. The stranger had the body of an athlete, yet was blessed with generous curves. She had long, lean legs; tight buttocks; shapely, curving hips that formed an hourglass with her small waist; pert breasts, and shoulder length brown hair. In the small of her back, Kelly noted with interest, was a tattoo of a stylized lily. It formed a beautiful center point, focusing the eye on the crest between her cheeks. The vision was facing away from Kelly, her head down under the water, hips cocked slightly to one side. Streams of hot water ran down her shining hair, tracing every curve and nook of her back before rounding her taut rear to roll down onto firm thighs and muscled calves to the tiled floor of the shower. A nymph made real, the stranger was a study in female beauty. Her form was at once supple, muscular, and yet soft, vulnerable, and inviting. Kelly stood there, watching her, fascinated by the new arrival, suddenly astir with emotion. She'd never really been attracted to a woman before. Granted, there'd been one time in college, after a party with her sorority sister Margot, but she'd dismissed that as a night of drunken foolishness. But here, now, she felt a heat rising in her as she stood there and watched this beauty. Still turned away, the nymph took a bottle of shower gel and began to wash herself with a sponge, a real sponge, dull yellow and fat from the sea. White foam began to frame her lithe frame, accentuating her curves yet hiding all. Kelly watched her hands move the sponge across her body, mesmerized at the slow, deliberate strokes. Kelly found herself drawn to this woman, eager to touch her, to just be near her. The throbbing in her pussy, so recently quelled by the uncertainty of the unknown presence in their house, returned with a strength she hadn't expected. Finally, the woman rinsed off, but didn't put the sponge down. What she did made Kelly wet all over again. Spreading her legs slightly, the stranger placed one of her hands against the tiled wall. Head down she began to rub the sponge against her pussy, using the rough surface of the sponge adeptly to stimulate herself. She began to utter small gasps and make cooing sounds. After a few moments she turned around, head down, long brunette locks obscuring her face. The sponge dropped to the floor as the woman came closer and closer to her orgasm. Two fine fingers, replete with candy apple red nail polish, sloped down across the woman's shaven pussy to disappear inside her, only to come sliding back out, flexing rhythmically as they did so. It was a technique she'd never seen before, and Kelly watched in fascination as the woman's ministrations began to produce the intended results. The first sign that the end was coming was when the woman's hips began to buck, her legs bending more to allow deeper penetration, and her right arm thrown out wide against the wall for stability. Finally the stranger let out a long, low moan, her brown hair thrashing from side to side as her body spasmed with release. Sheets of water splashed against the clear glass of the shower, giving the entire air an odd air of artificiality, like she wasn't really here, standing before this stranger, watching her masturbate. The nymph hummed in satisfaction and smiled, licking her lips; brown hair still coated her face, but Kelly could see that she had a full, sensual mouth. An eminently kissable mouth. Suddenly reminded of her own nudity, Kelly reached for a towel. As she did so, the brunette brushed her hair out of her eyes and looked directly at Kelly. Kelly: The Beach House Ch. 01 "Did you enjoy that?" Kelly stopped, frozen in the knowledge that the woman had known she was there all along. She looked up at the woman, her nipples hard with excitement. The vision in the shower met her gaze, capturing Kelly's attention with her bright green eyes. A long moment passed between them, with Kelly pinned to her spot in the doorway as those emerald eyes roamed over the length and breadth of her own nudity. Oiled with sweat and suntan lotion, her body a golden color from days in the sun, Kelly stood before her, surprisingly unashamed to be naked before this stranger. Where mere seconds before she'd been scrambling for a towel she now stood defiant, proud of her own body. The heat within her surged anew at the approving look she saw on the stranger's beautiful face. At last the brunette spoke, "Lovely, dear, simply lovely. Are you coming in to join me or are you just going to steal my towel and leave?" Something about the way the brunette said those words triggered a rush of memories. All at once Kelly was back in that night in the restaurant with Corm before they'd gone to the opera. A ghostly echo of those pulsing ben wa balls twitched in her pussy and Kelly started in recognition. The brunette laughed, throwing her head back in mirth, water cascading anew down her face. "So you do remember me! I'd hoped you would." Startled, Kelly turned and bolted for the door...straight into Corm's waiting arms. He smiled down at her, "I see you've met Monica." Kelly: The Beach House Ch. 02 "I see you've met Monica." Kelly froze, stunned by the sudden realization that she knew exactly who this wanton beauty was in their shower. Corm's arms were tight around her, wrapping her in his strong, safe embrace. She leaned against him, her chest heaving with a heady mixture of fear and anticipation as she waited for him to say something more, to explain why her tormentor was suddenly in their home. Corm's body was hot against hers, and she could feel his thick shaft pressed between them. A long moment passed, giving her overwhelmed mind time to unleash its fears. She was afraid because this woman knew what she was capable of, had seen her brought to the very edge of her own sanity and then topple over into the abyss of her lusts. Had helped plunge her into that abyss. She was still terribly embarrassed by what she'd done that night in the restaurant; still slightly horrified that she was capable of that kind of behavior. That incident, coupled with her outrageous display of self-confidence at the costume party, had convinced Kelly that she hadn't even begun to master her own hunger. It wasn't a state Kelly was eager to return to, for she remembered all too well the look of alarm on Corm's face. Never mind that he'd taken her to that edge, never mind that he'd pushed her over. Clearly her unfettered descent into her appetites bothered him on some level. Would this stranger be her undoing a third time? Corm's embrace tightened a little, a sure sign he knew she was wrestling with the situation before her. Was she judging the stranger unfairly? Kelly believed that part of the reason Corm had pushed her so far was to impress this Monica person. But had he? No. Now that she thought about it, it hadn't been his actions that had determined that night -- just as at the costume party, her actions in the restaurant had been her own. She was being unfair; projecting her own misgivings at what she'd done onto a total stranger, onto her lover. Kelly bit her lower lip and resolved to be strong, to remain open to what delights might come. She trusted Corm implicitly; and though she was afraid of what she might do, she was also excited by what she would do so as not to disappoint him. She leaned against his chest, and murmured, "She can stay." Corm smiled down at her and kissed her nose. "Get in." "Hmmm?" She'd been so distracted by her worries she wasn't really paying attention. Kelly had expected him to respond, but not like this. But the idea of it ... all three of them ... together ... it was so ... sinful. Her hunger stirred ... renewing the heat she'd felt for Monica just minutes before. Suddenly Kelly decided she wanted this, not just to please him, but for herself. That long, lingering kiss with Cate ... the electric thrill of another woman's hands where they shouldn't be ... She wanted more of that.. Besides, the smell of him, full of sun and sand and his sweat, proved a heady aroma; it was making her dizzy in a very pleasant way. She'd been turned on before from watching Monica, but that had been different, more of a light white wine to the bold reds of her lust for him on the beach just a half hour before. Kelly liked watching Monica touch herself in the shower, but she craved Corm's cock. And now, with it pressed between them, pulsing with life and hunger, her pussy flooded anew in response. She didn't want to get in the shower, she wanted to get down on her knees and suck him off. She ground her hips against him, purring up at him. "What, love?" He noted with pleasure that her blue eyes were losing their sparkle, becoming dull as Kelly began to lose herself. "I said, get in the shower." He ran his hands across the broad expanse of her back, relishing how smooth her skin felt beneath his touch. Her body was still oiled from the beach, and she felt like silk. He wanted her then, right there, and only for himself. He craved her, and would have gladly thrown Monica out of the room if it would have served his purpose. But plans were plans, and while Monica was a day early, he knew that things needed to go forward if Kelly was to be properly trained. This was the next step, to introduce her to the other women in his life; to make her understand that she could strive to be first, but never the only. "Get in the shower. Monica will wash you so that we can all go out." He did his best not to smile, but knew that she could see the hint of a smirk on his face. Kelly was too smart not to know that the shower would be more than a shower, just as she knew that the chances of them actually going out were slim. His lover pouted for a minute and then smiled and spun out of his embrace. She took three steps into the waiting embrace of the hot water and Monica's open arms. Corm felt his cock twitch with anticipation as he watched her hips sway. Goddamn, but he wanted her! Kelly gasped with pleasure as Monica opened her arms and pulled her into an embrace under the hot streams of water. The feeling of the strange woman's lush body against hers was electric, full of a raw sexual energy that was different than anything she'd ever felt before. This was not flirting or suggestive comments, this was not a drunken liaison that had to be steadfastly ignored the next morning, and it wasn't an encounter brought on by jealousy and alcohol. This was here and now, this was real. It was deliberate, full of tension and energy. It was something that was going to stay with her, and it was something that was going to stay with them as a couple. Even now, loitering on the edge of her sexual fugue, Kelly knew that she was at a waypoint of sorts. Monica's aggression was something Kelly had not expected; but she didn't shy away from it either. After all, the woman pressed tightly against her was gorgeous, and stirred a hunger in her that Kelly hadn't truly felt in a long, long time. Obviously this was something Corm had anticipated, for he didn't seem at all taken aback at the fact that there was a naked woman in his shower -- and an uninvited one at that. The nymph's body was a delirious combination of hard, toned muscles, and full soft curves; her breasts pressed against Kelly's own, even as one taut leg hooked around her to pull Kelly closer. There was a subtle contrast between their skin tones, Kelly's hue being a shade or two paler than the more athletic Monica. Kelly marveled at the way the nymph's skin felt against her own, hot and soft and silky and full of promise. Things were going to happen, she knew, and she was going to surrender to those building currents. She smiled with joy as the throbbing in her pussy began to ache. Kelly leaned into Monica's embrace, shutting her eyes while she ran her hands lightly across the woman's back. Gently, she began to explore the curves and contours of her body, letting her tactile input reveal the glories her eyes had already seen. Kelly marveled at the way Monica's body had no beginning and no end from her own; how the very absence of hard lines could be a joy in its own right; how the sway of a hip or the arc of a full buttock could stir a powerful, almost subconscious response, one that conjured up a primordial yearning. She began to understand on some level what it was about women that so captivated men. Monica shivered at her touch and stepped back, pulling Kelly forward into the streams of water falling from the broad showerhead above them. Blinded by the sudden spray, Kelly tilted her head back, letting the hot rivulets consume her hair, turning her golden curls into brassy strands that clung to her face, neck and back. The water was hot on her face, yet refreshing, washing away the dull heat of the afternoon, and leaving her free to savor the feelings of the newcomer's body against hers. Monica's lips were suddenly hot on her neck, surprisingly soft as they kissed dizzying circles towards the line of her jaw and then back down towards her collarbone. The woman's hands clutched Kelly to her, wrapping her in a firm embrace that pressed their bodies together in all the right places. Kelly could feel Monica's thigh move into the space between her own, its musculature pressing against her vulva; a steady pressure that served to make her terribly aware of the way her pussy was heaving with desire, even if its presence neither aggravated or alleviated her mania. She let herself go, leaning into the embrace and running her hands down to cup the woman's pert buttocks. Her hands, so recently kissed by salt spray and fine sand, circled the woman's lower back, seeking out that stylized lily. Her fingers couldn't find it of course, so she slid one hand lower down between the woman's buttocks. Monica shivered in response and began to suck on her neck, giving Kelly shivers of her own. Sensing a growing hunger in her partner, Kelly took her time, savoring the silken friction of skin on skin as her touch raised goose bumps on Monica's most secretive areas. She wondered at the way the body was formed, marveling at the way the body knew to curve where it did, where taut thigh met pert buttock to form a perfect seam. Monica whimpered as Kelly's fingers danced around her labia, not really touching anything as she explored the brunette's body. Her mouth was fiery pressure on Kelly's neck; surely there would be marks from her bites. Kelly didn't care. Her own mind awhirl with what she was doing, and with what was being done to her, Kelly placed her index finger atop Monica's asshole, noting with delight the way the woman shivered as her delicate sphincter puckered beneath her touch. She let her finger rest there lightly, the tip of her manicured nail barely grazing her new toy's flesh, content to be held tightly as the other woman worked herself into a frenzy. But then again, she did have another hand, a free hand. Kelly brought her right arm up, constrained as she was by Monica's tight embrace, and caught up the brunette's left nipple, gently rolling the turgid bud between her fingers. The brunette moaned loudly and released her succulent hold on Kelly's neck. She stopped her hands, waiting to see what would happen. Had she gone too far? Not far enough? Monica stared into her eyes for a long moment, her gaze hungry and inscrutable all at the same time. Then, without a word, she smiled slyly and returned to her nibbling. Kelly shut her eyes and smiled to herself as she resumed her torments. Not far enough indeed! Watching them without touching must have just been too much for him, because suddenly Corm stepped into the shower. He leaned forward, letting the spray wash across his face for a moment, then his muscular frame, before moving behind Monica. Kelly's face was toward him, resting on Monica's shoulder as the brunette nibbled and sucked on his lover's neck. Still standing behind Monica, he planted a kiss on those beautiful lips. Kelly's eyes snapped open and she uttered a tiny little sigh of pleasure. He looked down, watching her fingers tease Monica's asshole, tiptoeing lightly across her brown bud, pressing on it but never penetrating no matter how much the brunette wiggled her hips in supplication. Monica was getting close, he knew. Long years of experience as her lover told him that the little gasping cries coming from her now were the opening strains of her climax. Kelly couldn't know that, of course, which made her deliberations all the more wicked. Monica's head came up and she kissed Kelly full on the mouth, her eager tongue thrusting itself into Kelly's mouth. Taken by surprise at the intensity of the woman's fervor, Kelly returned the kiss with equal passion. The brunette's hands roamed her body, one slipping in between them to cup her full breast. Her nipple was hard and ached for the attention, and soon Monica's long fingers were rolling her bud, sending waves of pleasure through her. Kelly began to hear the siren call of her own orgasm, which only made her strive to fight it. It wasn't anything in particular that Monica was doing; rather, it was the fact that the brunette was doing it -- that another woman was touching her, was fulfilling a dark fantasy Kelly had though long since suppressed. And then a wicked thought popped into her head, piercing her fog. She would not come first. Rather, she would ignore her own hunger and drive Monica to orgasm instead. That would show Corm that she could master her own body. That she was more than a whore, more than a slut. That she could be his concubine. That she could be both a creature of her lusts and an embodiment of his pleasure, his desire. Corm watched the Monica's lily tattoo undulate as the supple brunette writhed in her desperation. He wondered briefly if Kelly would grant that to her, but then decided that it wasn't up to her. This was his shower; these were his lovers. Placing his hands on Monica's shapely hips, he gripped his cock in one hand and began rubbing the tip of it against her pussy, spreading her labia with the head, but never quite entering the hot well within. Monica moaned and thrashed, groaning out incoherent pleas as she pushed her ass backwards, seeking the completion she craved. He denied it to her, of course, placing his hand atop the swell of her lower back and pushing her firmly back into Kelly's embrace. To his pleasant surprise, the blonde looked at him through the fog of her own sexual hunger and nodded slightly -- and then caught the brunette in a tight embrace from which there was no escaping. Monica began to wail. Finally, when she could stand it no longer, Corm pushed into her from behind, savoring the way her hot folds enveloped his shaft. Monica gave a long, loud cry and beat her hands against Kelly's back. Her lips crashed off to the left as she writhed pleasure. "Oh God, Corm...oh...my...I need ... uhhn..." Her cries were loud and sweet amidst the steam and white noise of the water. Their bodies were locked together, the three of them held by Monica as she bucked and swayed in time to a series of forceful, almost violent thrusts. Monica's condition was extreme; her hands scrabbled across Kelly's back in a mindless flutter of need and frenzy Corm evened out his pace into something designed to sustain pleasure rather than generate it. Monica might just be there for a visit, but it nerve hurt to remind her that she was his too. He looked up at Kelly. She was watching him with a fierce intensity, the jealousy at having been denied his cock as evident on her beautiful face as was her hunger for it. He smiled at her. "Your turn will come. Now help me with her." His gaze flicked down to her hand, which was still poised over her asshole. She looked at him, looked down at her own hand, and then looked at him again, and winked. Using the copious amounts of natural lubrication generated by Corm's, she pushed two fingers into Monica's ass, savoring the way the brunette let out a choking gag that turned into whimpers of pleasure. Her own body burned with desire, and she could only imagine how good this must feel for Monica. Corm increased the speed of his strokes, pushing into Monica faster and faster. His body slapped noisily against hers, drowning out even her moans with it staccato rhythm of flesh on flesh and exploding water. Monica was moaning loudly now, clutching Kelly for dear life. She was so close, sparks of light were bursting in her vision; even the sound of the water was fading away. All she could feel was that magnificent cock inside her, sliding out only to plunge in again. Corm gift as a lover had always been that he fit her; his length matching her inner contours in a way that made her orgasms with him more frequent and more intense. He was using that gift now, destroying any semblance of control she might have had. With maddening slowness he slid his cock out of her, almost...only to push it in again with the same deliberation. Monica wiggled her ass against him, trying to reap more friction, more sensation, from him. A sharp smack on her ass told her to be patient and wait for her release. Monica shuddered and nibbled on her blonde lover's earlobe to try and distract herself from the need, the pressing all-consuming need that was building within her. The two fingers in her ass were simply maddening, stretching her in new wonderful ways even as they served to heighten the feel of Corm's thick shaft moving against her inner treasures. +++ Corm smiled at Kelly, never pausing. "Now, my dear. She's ready." Kelly grinned with savage glee, eager to bring this all to a rapturous end. She needed the little death, and if granting it to Monica was the way she'd achieve it, then so be it. Her own pussy had been throbbing with need since she'd left the beach; to be touched and caressed, even as Corm's cock was so close, was all that was needed to unlock her fugue. She gave into it. Completely. The sexual hunger surged up out of her in dark, terrible fury. Taut with her own lusts, and eager to send Monica into bliss, Kelly nodded. She reached down between their bodies and deftly pinched Monica's swollen clit ... once, twice ... three times ... Monica bucked violently as the orgasm consumed her, gasping and mewling. Kelly could feel Corm's cock pulsing against her finger; he was close too, she noted with satisfaction. Corm pulled his throbbing shaft from the tight, satin embrace of Monica's pussy. As he released her, Kelly gently spun the brunette away, the better to keep her from collapsing. She positioned her new lover against the wall, making sure that Monica's trembling, spent form wouldn't fall. Satisfied, Kelly turned back to him with a smile. And knelt before him. For Monica, all thoughts of domination were gone now, her plans totally void. She'd been Corm's lover for years; being so thoroughly used by him was nothing new. But this ... He hadn't fucked her... They had. Kelly had suddenly evolved into a sexual force, one that complimented Corm. And she'd obviously loved it. As she stood there in the shower, watching the lush, glistening form of Corm's current lover bob up and down on his cock, Monica knew without a doubt that everything had changed. She would be utterly theirs that weekend. She wasn't sure when this subtle union had occurred. She wasn't even sure she cared. Monica smiled to herself and licked her lips.