4 comments/ 62476 views/ 4 favorites An Unexpected Consecration Ch. 01 By: femadorer Chapter 1 : The Party was boring ... but now ... Dear Reader(s) : This will be a 4-chapters-story. Thank you all, and enjoy! femadorer Just when I was on my way down the hallway to pick up my coat - I desperately wanted to leave, never before had I seen so many fucked up jerks, accompanied by cocky bitches, at one party - I crashed into an opening door, creating a surprised "Ouuhh, ouch ... shit!" from both sides the door. I looked up the door, 'It's the toilet -- some stupid seemingly was in a hurry to get out,' I thought by myself. Rubbing my hurting right elbow I started to bitch, "What the heck are you..." when a face appeared from behind the door, and I held my breath, "Dana? How could you be here? Why didn't you call..." "Hush, baby," she smiled, "whoever Dana is, it's certainly not me." "You must be kidding, Dana ... your hair, your eyes, that cute little nose, plus your weird sense of humor..." I grabbed her by the hand and drew her with me into the light-flooded kitchen, she giggled all the way, that silly little tease. Abruptly I stopped under the dome light, turning to face her when she ran into me, our bellies and breasts meeting painfully, her hands running around my waist for support. Instinctively I tried to back away but it was of no avail, her arms held me too tight, her sly smile commented my unsuccessful attempt whilst her hands fell to rest on top of the swell of my buttocks, thus raising some unexpected, and unwanted, tension. I couldn't avoid to inhale her sweet scent... "You look alike but you don't smell like Dana," I frowned, meanwhile she started to quietly rub her breasts against mine, while her grey green eyes broke contact and her face crept towards my left ear. Because she had to lean even closer against my chest that movement caused our respective left breast to plunge into each others valley in between. A heatwave crawled its way ... southbound to my loins. "Tell me darling, who's that mysterious Dana ... your lover?" Muttering right into my ear, her hot breath sent shivers through my entire body, down and up again, causing every tiny hair to rise. And goose bumps. Somebody was moaning, I suspected it could have been me. "Don't you be cocky, I'm not a les..." suddenly my mouth was too dry to continue, and could this hoarse voice be mine? I tried to clear my throat, only of no avail, I croaked, "Dana's my sister ... my older sister." It seemed to be somewhat important to me to determine that I was younger than Dana - you better don't ask me why. "You're trying to mix me up with your sister, darling?" The slut was breathing into my ear, again, "Your slyness is impressing -- at first you trapped me behind the restroom door, as soon as this attempt didn't work to your favor you decided to seduce me in the kitchen then?" I literally could 'feel' her bright smile. Again, her constantly breathing into my ear caused another wave of heat to pile up the one already present in my groin. I felt hot, and damp, and dizzy. Desperately trying to remember why I'd attempted to escape her tight grip before, and why I should dislike to have her so close to me, I sensed the tip of her tongue crawling down over the auricle, finally placing a butterfly kiss behind the lobe of my ear. Now - that wasn't exactly what I actually needed to calm down, for that very spot is one of my most receptive. So: More ... Much More shivering, some more moaning, I didn't care anymore of 'who' and 'why', the hard disc behind my fringes seemed to be off duty anyway, and all this felt far too good. Oh my -- me...feeling good? With a woman's touching, kissing, groping like that? Aroused beyond belief, by a woman?? I couldn't believe what was happening here and then. But undoubtedly - I wanted more. And I got more, in an instant. Our abdomen collided, and I felt my hands moving all over her firm butt, tenderly squeezing, kneading the unbelievable soft, quivering fleshy globes, every once in a while softly spreading those luscious cheeks. When did these hands of mine move towards her derrière, all by themselves? I tried to convince myself that the only reason for that unusual behavior was to gain some support, relieving the weak knees of mine and loosen the tension in my thighs, compressing whilst slowly rubbing against each other, to and fro, seemingly on their own will. Both our heated bodies trembled in each others arms, every once in a while I heard my stockings rustling with the movements of my thighs, and I realized that the changed aura, now thick and a bit musky, that enveloped us was caused by our mutual arousal. 'HER' entire front had been urging against mine in slow motion mode since she'd licked my ear, and now she must have sensed and accepted my submission, she bucked once and shoved her left knee between my thighs, thus pressing her left thigh into my vulva, I sunk my teeth into her neck to repress a noisy grunt. She couldn't have cared less of my attack, solely hissed shortly, and once more sharply when I returned her favor accordingly, she groaned loudly whilst immediately started humping the thigh I just had offered to her. Out of the corner of my half-closed eyes I saw, through the haze created by my, or our lust, a hand grabbing the door knob to silently close the kitchen door, obviously tending to grant us some privacy. I just opened my mouth some more to thank our unknown accomplice when a tongue shamelessly invaded my mouth and tried to clean its depths. I bit onto the tongue tentatively and was delighted to hear her squeaking, but far too soon the both of us had to open our mouths even wider than before to catch enough air to breathe. Meanwhile down south our swollen tits were wildly bouncing against each other's through the sweat-soaked shirts, our nipples teasing, bending the other's with the momentum whilst tenting the filmy material of our shirts, while the action farther down below heated up to a frenzy. The moments of tenderness and/or finesse had long been forgotten - right now the both of us were just passengers riding the waves of our lust, pure, primeval lust, each rubbing and humping like dogs in heat, constantly moaning, thrusting hard against quivering thighs, the scent of our overheated sexes overwhelming, thus heightening our needs even more, my sopping cunt violently riding the tensed, protruding muscle-bundle on top of her thigh, the crotch piece of my thong had long ago disappeared inside my labia, constantly stirring my throbbing clit and my pucker with each and every movement, creating the friction that finally sent me over the edge, "Ooouuuhhh ... mmmmhhhh ... aaarrgghhh ... Oh My GOD, now... yes, NOW, YESSSSS ... Ooaargghhhh ..." Only an instant later, panting fiercely, she started wailing, then screaming, high-pitched, ear-piercing, a wave of her hot juices literally drenched my skirt as well as my stocking underneath in an instant and mixed with mine then, united the streams freely running down my thigh, eeeeeww ... that tickled, but I was too spent to just smile ... until we slowly collapsed to the ground, both wildly shaking in each others arms but still holding each other tight, lovingly tight. ****** All of a sudden the door opened, and in came a handsome blond stranger, grinning broadly, "Hey, I've noticed you're done, at last. Nice, thrilling sounds by the way. Should've taped it, but wasn't prepared properly." The grin grew even broader, the bulge in his jeans was just impressing, my pussy instantly started to quiver of excitement, expectantly awaiting some dessert. With his beaming teeth we could have turned the lights off, but neither of us was in the mood, or felt strong enough, to move any except our still exerted heaving chests. And his eyes ... oh my gaawwd his eyes, glued to mine, sparkling blue eyes, so intense the look ... I was lost in his eyes, my head a swirling carousel ... The slut I was holding so tight suddenly backed away a bit, what confused me and ripped me off my trance, I faced her and our eyes met again, with a bright, compelling smile she snuggled even closer to me until our lips met, softly, so tenderly, lovingly. Oh my, this delicate kiss melted me, excited me beyond any expectation with its overwhelming tenderness, considering she'd literally raped me a few minutes aback, forcing me into my very first lesbian encounter, including a more than violent orgasm whose afterglow still drifted through my entire being. My tongue hesitantly scouted over her soft, sensual lips, silently begging for admittance, it was granted. I explored her mouth with curiosity, I'd never kissed a woman before, not alike that, that is. Her sweet lips ... unbelievable soft, and wet, the feeling nearly unbearable, totally different to male lips. My tongue slowly moved farther into the warm, wet cavern, breaking new ground, eager to taste and learn more. Then the tip of her tongue met mine, welcoming it with heartbreaking tenderness, both tips moving slowly around each other before starting to softly slap the other's. Meanwhile we both were softly moaning into each others mouth, our hands caressing each others cheeks while our kiss deepened and grew more passionate. We had to break our kiss for air, and her mouth approached my ear again, "I almost forgot about it - I'm Rachel, and it's been sheer pleasure to meet you darling," her breathing in my ear, again, and her seductive voice had me shiver. I needed revenge ... in return placing a slight smack onto her ear that caused Rachel to jump a bit, "Hi raping Rachel, I'm Dana's sister, you remember?" I tried to appear somewhat serious, but failed to suppress a grin. Shit! "Welcome back to earth, dears," his dark voice caught our attention, again, "You two seem to be the only guests in here daring to enjoy another one's company. I've been so annoyed about that stuck up crowd that I had planned to make a leave..." I grinned and thought by myself, 'and so we are three.' I still smiled when he continued, "...but then I noticed your, err...infighting and decided to guard the door for a while instead - just to avoid any unwanted...ahem, disturbance." That grin was too cute. "Can I get you something to drink, ladies? Or would you rather prefer me to disappear?" He smiled innocently, now. 'NO! Please don't...' my thoughts pleaded inaudibly ... should he leave that charming grin would disappear with him...and, even worse - that bulge. I re-scanned our attractive stranger, ahem ... everything was still in place. We shouldn't let him go out alone onto those dangerous streets in a state like this, he might hurt himself, seriously, or his highly stressed jeans would give up eventually ... deciding to shelter him appeared absolutely appropriate to me. I turned to Rachel and caught her with licking her lips, "A drink could work wonders, but not in here, what do you think? By the way...I guess our hero earned some cookie, right?" Rachel 'Wetlips' started to smile lasciviously, before she turned to face 'our hero', "Could you recommend a nice place around here, not overcrowded, hero with no name?" "Ooh - sorry, it didn't appear proper to introduce myself, you know...earlier - my name's John. Now let's see ..." he smiled back at Rachel, not one grade less lasciviously, "I s'pose every place around here will be overcrowded right now, but..." he attempted to show pure concentration on the subject, but we both knew he was feigning, "...I know about an apartment just five minutes away, by feet that means, it should be empty right now." I decided to fit in, "What do you mean - 'empty right now'?" The grin was switched back on, "Well ... as long as I'm here..." My eyes met Rachel's, both of us snickering, and I asked her, "Deal...?" "Fine with me." She replied. "Deal, smart John, let's leave here, we need some fresh air," the both of us in unison. "Oooh, I love the scent in here." Smart John, again. The bulge suddenly disappeared, and was replaced with a cute ass the moment John turned around to lead us out. ... will be continued in 'An unexpected Consecration', Ch. 2: An Apartment in Heat Author's EndNote: Thanks for reading, please be fair and don't forget to vote :-) This is my story, I wrote it, and stealing is lame. If you don't like it, don't read it. This story is now perfectly self-edited (bring it). All of my characters, in all of my stories, are over eighteen, or older any time they get naked and have intercourse. Thanks for all the favorites and feedback, hope you enjoy. your comments will be appreciated, so don't hesitate. Copyright © 2011 Bernd Glaesing. All rights reserved. An Unexpected Consecration Ch. 02 Chapter 2 : An Apartment in Heat Dear Reader(s) : This will be a 4-chapters-story. If you're new to this story, I would recommend to read the previous chapter before proceeding here. I appreciate the eMails and comments you've sent, as promised I'll try to answer each of your messages. Thank you all, and enjoy! femadorer * I hadn't realized before, from our cowering position on the kitchen floor, how big a man John really was, watching him now from behind he appeared like a big Y on long, strong legs. He certainly had to be at least 6'4", with his broad shoulders, narrowing to an apparently non-existing waist, slightly bulging out to slender hips that topped his cute, tight ass. I estimated him to weigh about 230 pds. of pure muscles and power, and I couldn't wait to get my hands, besides some other parts of my body, all over him, stroking his ash blond hair, his wide chest, his skin, and ... well, some more ... Turning my head to Rachel - she was already driveling, her eyes transfixed, glued to his swinging ass-cheeks, and I took her by the arm to lead her out the door before she could crash into a wall or stumble down the few steps that lead down to street level. "Behave yourself, Rachel," I hissed into her ear, "We're supposed to give him shelter, only you seem to need an ambulance right now and will be of no help instead." A part of me hoped she wouldn't answer, she would have spit all over me, but she was caught in her trance anyway. All of a sudden her eyes widened, and I became aware that John had turned around to offer an arm to each of us. That bulge was in sight again, finally, and I felt my eyes drawn like magnetically to the crotch of his jeans. The bulge slightly grew some more, and suddenly I was aware of the reason -- both our shirts were soggy from sweating, and checking out Rachel's braless chest I could easily count her protruding nipples - it came up to two of those, topping the firm, slightly jigging hemispheres - I could easily imagine I certainly granted the same view to John's sparkling, dark blue eyes. YES, damn it, I DID look him in the eyes, at least for a second. Unexpectedly I found my eyes back down again, ogling the content of the jeans, which I estimated to not last any longer, the jeans that is. Our task had right now abruptly changed from giving shelter to John against the cruel world out there, especially other females, to save John's jeans at first place, at least until we reached the safeness of his apartment. Determined to appear somewhat open minded I tore Rachel, still on Planet 'Ass', to John's side and aimed his left arm around her trim waist. Her chest being out of his direct sight now should release some of the tension, hopefully. I glued myself to his right side, fixing his big warm hand on my right shoulder, and on we went at last. It only would take us five minutes, John had mentioned before, but I found out after a few steps that this would open up to be the longest five minutes of my life as I felt John's thumb sensuously caressing my right jaw, then the side of my neck, before his hand further proceeded over my collarbone down to my right breast like weighing its fullness from the bottom, his thumb and index finger closing in dangerously near to the swollen areola. I found myself trembling, with our hips continuously colliding with every step, the feel of his strong, warm hand closing over my breast whilst inhaling his manly, musky scent with each and every breath. I felt my pussy quiver, contracting around a southbound stream of juices, which later on were trickling from my pussy's entrance, dampening my thighs and stockings furthermore. I tried to guess how long I would be able to make it without cumming right here and then, when my left hand accidentally (I SWEAR!) bounced against that straining bulge what elicited a noisy groan from the depth of John's chest, causing him to close those dangerous thumb and forefinger over my nipple, pinching it roughly, thus passing a lightning directly into my clit. That was it then, for me. Yelling, just once, my knees shook violently and bent, but John really was smart, he moved his arm back away fast enough to reach under my armpit to keep me from dropping to the ground, not failing to cup my breast again, like before only from the outer slope now, it seemed to be his favorite hold right now; all that action without losing his tight hold on Rachel, who still was smoothly moved by him, just like a puppet. My breast reveled in the warmth of his softly and lovingly kneading shelter, it fit in his large hand to perfection, or vice/versa, whilst my left breast seemed to be green with envy. We had stopped moving whilst I rested my head against John's wide chest, struggling to recover from that sudden orgasm. Hearing and feeling him breathe soothed me, I felt secure in his protective arm, leaning into his slightly heaving chest, though still trembling hard and shivering as John tenderly kissed my lips. "You're soo beautiful, my lovely, and you look gorgeous when you're cumming, I can't wait to see that glowing face again, and then it'll be me who makes you glow," he murmured seductively against my ear. I couldn't wait either, but some leftover of common sense urged me on to reach his apartment before I jumped on him like a bitch in heat. Caught in my desperate longing for John I even didn't dare to imagine his big, hot body covering mine, with my hands moving all over his muscular build, filled to the brink with his aura, and his cock, and our mutual lust - I never ever would have made it to his apartment's door. "Oh God, John, I need you so badly, make me yours, I promise your Crystal will glow for you, whenever and as long as you want me to, just please hurry on," I managed to murmur against his chest. "Crystal ... what a lovely name for my naughty, beautiful jewel, I can't imagine any other suitable name for you, my sweetness. If you're ready, darling - it'll take us just one more minute to reach base," John kissed me once more, ever so softly, and we were on the road again. John had been right, I had stopped our progress just about sixty or seventy yards shy of the apartment house's entrance. The doorman granted us a cheerful smile, he obviously had enjoyed himself, very much, like accidentally from the best 'tribune seat'. I smiled back knowingly and granted him a lewd wink in return. The lift was already waiting for us, and as soon as the doors started closing John parked Rachel's small frame in one corner, her gaze was still unbroken. I was all over him in an instant, he hardly had enough time to turn back to embrace me. I was greedy to feel John's skin, elsewhere, nothing else mattered right now, right here, there was no time for patience so I tore his shirt out of the jeans, just high enough to reach around his waist and feverishly stroke the soft skin of his upper back, with special attention to his spine what caused him to growl loudly; at the same time trying to rub my overheated vulva against his crotch, only it was impossible due to the length of his mile long legs, it's not that easy a task when your lover is towering over you by more than a head. I hissed sharply, and felt like screaming with frustration as I realized that I wasn't able to approach my goal, in a mix of longing and rage I nibbled his erect nipple. John growled again from deep inside him, but sensed my need and grabbed my ass, lifting me up high enough to rub his full length against my slit, finally. He howled with the sensation, I groaned loudly, feeling his burning hot shaft near to where it belonged. I hadn't realized that he already had freed his cock, no underwear in the way, smart John again, now there was only my skirt to avoid complete contact to one another, but it turned out to be impossible to get it out of the way without breaking contact again - none of us even considered to do so. I suspected my vulva to develop blisters caused by the heat of his cock, being as hard as nails, but I didn't care. Just when I heard a 'pling' - the lift announced our arrival on the ninth floor - I felt John's thick, heavily pulsating tube on the underside of his shaft rubbing with just the right pressure over my throbbing clit, rising the heat in my very core even more, John's cock heated up some more and grew even thicker, he obviously would cum right now, and I let go, too. Both of us were biting into each others shoulder trying to baffle our noisily grunting and groaning, I felt John squirting his jets of semen high up my body, mostly hitting the undersides of my breasts, before gliding back down my shirt, following the force of gravity. Our mutual orgasm left us panting and trembling violently, nonetheless John made his way to his apartment's door shaking and rocking, still holding me lovingly tight, whilst I couldn't stop kissing him wherever I was able to hit his skin. He moaned as I nibbled his ear whilst he reached for the keys in a back pocket, nonchalantly keeping me in place with just his left hand, his middle finger buried deep in the crack of my ass, a fingertip pressing right into the clenching pucker through the soaked fabric of my skirt. He groaned loudly when I started to lick and nibble his ear as he opened the door, all the time his still half-hard, hot shaft rubbing against my vulva with every move of his body - I guessed I wouldn't need very long to cum again with treatments like that. 'One could call this a night of dry-humping so far - I desperately hope we'll come to the real fun soon,' I thought to myself. John's cock started to recover quickly with the motions whilst he continued to carry me into the living room, where he, kneeling down first, carefully laid my still slightly trembling body onto an easy chair. My eyes, half closed under heavy lids, watched his lovely, concentrated face, his jaws grinding, his teeth clenched, his sparkling blue eyes wide, and burning with desire whilst staring upwards my juice-soaked stockings and thighs. I felt cool air swirl nicely all over my wet nakedness, and realized that my damp skirt had been creeping up over the seam of my stockings in the process of him laying me down, resulting in granting him the view of his life. I could tell that he enjoyed every second, not only by watching him gazing at me with pure adoration which made me love him even more, but with a look down his body where his beautiful cock, already back to full mast and twitching happily, proudly stood out of the fly of his jeans, pointing directly to the center of our mutual need, and greed. I had to hold my breath momentarily, before I groaned with this mouth-watering sight, at least eight inches of pure beauty, though the girth was even more impressing, in a sudden moment of solicitousness I thought by myself, 'Dear God, I can't take him, he will split me into pieces.' Sure, I had admired that impressive bulge it had created in John's jeans earlier, and I had felt him sooner, eagerly pressing and rubbing against my crotch, sending me over the edge then whilst John had flooded my entire front up to my boobs - but right now, openly hogging that royal beauty from just one yard's distance I felt my ass and hips wriggling all over the chair with overwhelming anticipation and pent-up need, whilst captured, fascinated watching John's tongue eagerly trying to wet his lips, 'At last I've got laid now,' I thought, desperately trying to suppress some silly giggling, when John caught me off-guard, "Crystal, I... please believe me, I'm honest, I never ever saw anyone, or anything, that even came near to your beauty..." John's hoarse voice, dark with desire, seeped deep into me, hitting and touching my very core, causing me to tremble uncontrollably, and sob quietly. John was alarmed, and all over me in just one second, holding me tight, pressing me into his chest, "Dear heavens, darling...," he was trembling, too, whilst eagerly kissing the tears off my face, stroking my damp hair, softly caressing my sweaty back, all the way down and up again, all the time murmuring the sweetest words of love on to me, into me. I held him even tighter, stroking his muscular back like possessed, literally trying to melt into him, "John, lovely John... the sweetest words I've ever heard..." rivers of tears running down my cheeks now, dripping from my chin onto his chest. I couldn't help it, I was overwhelmed with happiness as John returned my love for him, continuing breathlessly, "Ooh John... darling John... I love you John, I love you like mad, I've been lost to you since you laid your beautiful eyes on me first time." John backed away a bit, his eyes, filled with love, gazing into mine, still wet with tears, as if he couldn't believe his luck, but then he got all the messages my eyes told his, read all about my deep devotion, my desire, the indescribable longing I felt to be with him, to be his with no restrictions whatsoever, and his eyes lit up with pure joy, he pulled me closer and kissed me again, ever so softly, heartbreaking lovingly, and I kissed him back equally, declaring all my love for him with our first 'lovers kiss'. Hearing a somewhat girlish voice calling, "John...?" abruptly broke our mood... suddenly reminding us of Rachel, which we had left behind us in the lift, and meanwhile, occupied by our 'meetings' and negotiations, had totally forgotten all about her. "I'm coming dear..." John called back, as I chided, "John, you really shouldn't tell her EVERYthing..." he chuckled just once, continuing towards the door, and I followed suit, on shaking legs. Rachel had already approached the still opened door, though not dared to enter the apartment on her own will. Watching us nearing, her mouth fell open and she squeaked, "Ohmygaawwd, you're quite a view." whilst bursting with laughter. John stared at me, questioning, as if I had known that girl any longer than himself. I stared back and instantly chimed in with Rachel's guffaw. Watching the question marks in his eyes grow I only was able to point to his crotch, I was laughing too hard, nearly hysterical, to say a word. I was fully aware what I looked like, my shirt practically see-through, every item on display, messed up with sweat, plus John's tribute, below the waist my crinkled, rode-up skirt not even covering my vulva, let alone my stocking-clad legs, every inch down there to my heels drenched, glittering with Rachel's and my own juices - altogether a heartwarming picture of pure modesty. But the jewel on top of the crown was John's...err...endowment, proudly bouncing with each and every step, right now pointing out to Rachel's chest, near nude equally to my own state - but this wasn't the bad news - what would be difficult to declare was the lack of encasement. John, in his hurry to soothe Rachel, plus feeling guilty, had displaced the thought of covering himself. Or he was a born exhibitionist. I was absolutely sure that Rachel would feel flattered, if not excited, given this impressing erection had been triggered by herself, but if somebody on this floor would have opened his own door right then...? 'Creating a public disturbance' can lead one (three, to be exact, in this case) to end up in jail, eventually. Thinking of better ways to spend this promising night I flushed all my lovers into the apartment's safeness, after closing and locking the door not missing to cover John's extension with both hands (one was by far not enough to do the duty), before tucking the jerking pole back into the jeans, what wasn't that easy either. It wasn't of any help feeling John's arms pulling me close, sliding down my back, grabbing my still bared buttocks and pulling my groin to his, caging my hands with the act, leaving both of them immovable, one fortunately still glued on his shaft, and then his demanding kiss caused me to forget all about my task. "John...?" that slut again, meanwhile she turned out to be the living coitus interruptus on legs. "Yes dear?" Not only she'd caused John to break our kiss, leaving me panting and with shaking knees, no... hearing John's oversweet reply made me think about lifting my knee half a yard, unconsciously of course... 'NOOO...!!!' my deepest core was hysterically screaming, 'I need that equipment to function properly, later, given that we'll ever make it to the bedroom.' "...John, I need to pee, and something to drink..." 'It would make more sense if you'd drink first, and take a leak after,' I thought to myself, 'and... will you ask John next to help you with peeing? Only over my dead body!' All that sweet thoughts about Rachel suddenly made me aware that I needed to pee, too, so I decided to join her then. Besides that smart move would allow me to keep an eye, or better both eyes, on her, after all she already had raped ME before - right now she would take no prisoners either... what would she do to John eventually, as soon as I was out of sight? Considering that not long ago she nearly went unconscious by just ogling all over his cute, tight butt, would she freak out then gazing all over John's bulge parading by within his jeans? John mentioned Rachel to follow him down the hallway, and I followed suit, my eyes glued to Rachel's sensually wriggling hips. John pushed the bathroom door open, nonchalantly leaning back against the distant door post, smiling... more than just... lasciviously whilst openly feasting his half-closed eyes on the nearing parade of slightly quaking tits. I easily caught John's undivided attention with lewdly licking my lips, whilst letting my middle finger hide itself inside the length of my slit, thus eliciting a sharp gasp from him, and a sly grin. My reward was an affectionate smack on my bared buttock when I turned left to enter the bathroom, too, before he closed the door behind me. Rachel was already seated, her shapely thighs spread widely, pissing noisily, her rumpled skirt on the floor besides the bowl, her beautiful gray green eyes wide open and glued to my bared crotch. I had totally forgotten about my crinkled skirt, and hadn't managed to straighten it so far. "Dear heavens, you're soo beautiful darling," her hoarse voice sent shivers down my spine. With trembling hands I managed to get my drenched skirt and the soaked, sticky shirt off finally, nearly forgot about the dripping wet thong, carefully extricating the crotch piece from deep within my slit, before I realized that I granted Rachel the very first sight of my naked body, if neglecting my garter belt and stockings, that is. Anyway, she equally was near nude already, and I fascinated watched her every move as she followed me suit, at last getting rid of her soaked shirt, too. The sight of her perfectly shaped, full breasts heaving up with the shirt, then slightly jigging when Rachel shook her head to straighten out her straw blond mane nearly made me drivel, oh how desperately I wanted to kiss and lick all over that glorious hemispheres, and I closed in to her falteringly. With each step the intoxicating scent of her sex, with the added note of her urine, thickened around me, making me dizzy, and triggered my own juices to flow again, too. Just when I fell to my knees, between her thighs, the sheer endless stream of urine subsided and I watched the last few trickles of fluid fall to the watery surface, creating tiny little fountains with the impact. Like being under a ban I attentively supervised the musculature working beneath the clean-shaven, satiny skin covering her groin to get rid of the very last drop. When Rachel bent a bit forward to look out for the toilet roll, her right breast, warm and obviously swollen rested on my right shoulder, causing me to shudder with anticipation. "No tissue...?" muttered Rachel, "...can you see any, darling?" Up till today I've never been able to figure out what came over me then, like guided I reached out and my fingers wiped all along her slit (Rachel hissed sharply), further dividing the damp, swollen labia before diving deep into the crevice (Rachel moaned loudly), reveling in the sweet wetness inside the widely opened petals guarding her sex, my middle finger circling and slightly stroking the tiny peehole in search of the very last drop, before dipping effortlessly into the well lubricated entrance to her overheated vagina right up to the second knuckle (her steadily moaning was replaced with some loudly groaning), before - with an audible, obscene 'plop' that made me grin - drawing the digit back out and my hand up to my mouth, lapping up the neat puddle Rachel had created in my palm during my tour through her sex life, before lasciviously licking and sucking my finger 'clean'. An Unexpected Consecration Ch. 02 "Clean!" I beamed into Rachel's sweet, though bewildered face, "Get up lazy-bones, I've got to pee, too." Rachel swallowed hard and rolled her eyes, but rose hesitantly, and still a bit trembling. I wasn't able to deny my own state of arousal, high and rising, especially when Rachel knelt between my thighs, heavily breathing, her nostrils quivering, inhaling my, or our, scent(s). I still was able to recognize John's heavier, muskier scent, lightly waving over from my dumped shirt, but was sure that Rachel wouldn't smell it through our actual mix, freshly home made, encasing us. Rachel leaned closer and giggled as my bladder started squirting some jets first, then letting off the steady golden stream, and my sigh of relief. Feeling her warm breath flowing over the highly receptive insides of my thighs, and over my vulva, was extremely arousing, and set off some strange emotions, poor pussy was working overtime, even contracting once, thus nearly cutting off the steady stream of urine. Rachel looked up to me, smiling brightly, and kissed me tenderly, then went towards the door, her hips wriggling seductively, opened the door a gap and called out, "John? I'm looking for tissue..." "Crystal?" John's voice chimed. "Nooo... tissue..." a bit louder now, "...the jar is empty, and I don't know where to look for." "Sorry dear, I'll bring some, just a minute please." Rachel came back, muttering, "Why would we need a crystal then?" I chuckled, "Not WE -- John needs Crystal." Rachel stared down to me with questioning eyes, but only managed to say, "Come on dear, we need a shower anyway... especially you, you're smelling...ahem...invitingly." "Okay," I sighed, rising up, then turning, bending to flush the toilet, gasping with the shocking hot breath hitting my cleft, followed by an even hotter tongue, ever so soft and wet, eagerly lapping the entire crevice, to and fro, before concentrating on my peehole, circling it several times before trying to press it's tip right into it. Her hands were busy, too with spreading and squeezing my buttocks, now her left crept upwards to my left breast and pinched my still erect nipple roughly, the stinging pain rushed with the speed of light directly into my clit, furthermore 'heating the kettle'. I heard myself groaning loudly with the sudden kick of additional arousal, I felt my pussy clenching, constraining, leaking copious amounts of freshly produced juices that flooded my just before cleaned crevice again. Rachel moaned steadily whilst trying to catch my juices, slurping obscenely where licking and lapping wasn't enough, finally giving up and inserting three fingers deep into me to prevent further replenishment. Now this wasn't of any help, the feel of my juices running freely downwards over my throbbing clit, overflowing my labia and trickling down the sensitive lower abdomen towards the navel, combined with the invasion of the perfect triangle of fingers caused my pussy to gush and myself to scream with ecstasy. My arms were screaming too, with my hands painfully cramped on the toilet seat to prevent my shaking knees and heavily trembling thighs from giving up. Grunting and heavily panting, still hanging over the open bowl, I felt Rachel's kisses all over the small of my back and the ass-crack, her hand-dildo moving ever so slowly inside my pussy, twisting and curling to stir every square inch of the vaginal walls thus prolonging my orgasm, allowing just demurring subsidence. Her left hand was now gliding over my wetted lower abdomen in circles, spreading my own juices all over. I calmed down a bit despite of all that sweet treatment, and that's what Rachel had waited for -- she slowly drew her fingers back out of my pussy, shortly hesitating at the opening to prevent the muscle ring from instant contracting, instead letting it shrink slowly. My before locked up juices streamed all over her hand and created a puddle on the bathroom tiles then. I fetched a groan with the frustration of feeling so empty, and screamed again as Rachel rammed the fingers back in, plus synchronously a well lubricated thumb deep into my asshole up to the hilt... the vehemence of this earthshaking orgasm brought me to the edge of fainting, and some over I guess. Rachel must have pulled me back from the toilet seat and settled me into her lap, for when I came back to earth I was sitting kind and nice, encased by warm, soft skinned arms. I just sighed, enjoying this comfortable feeling, tenderly kissed and lovingly cuddled by a beloved woman - as unimaginable that thought might have been for me when I joined that party, just some three hours earlier. "Oh my gaawwd, I must be in paradise," the few minutes of silence and relaxation ended with John's devotional praise. Rachel and I straightened to watch John's approach, bare-chested now, throwing his soaked shirt on top of the growing pile of reeking clothes. "Will this be too much to handle, old man?" Rachel asked him, grinning mischievously, whilst lasciviously rocking her tits and spreading her legs a bit more. "You slut!" I hissed whilst cupping her twat, not missing to insert my middle finger into her opening, before I realized that she was delighted instead of feeling punished for being so naughty. I couldn't help suppressing a grin when I felt her opening contracting around my finger, and already awaited Rachel's next question, which followed instantly like suspected, "Could you please add another one, dear? I'm feeling somewhat unfilled." John laughed loudly, whilst his eyes caressed mine lovingly, "This is what they call a boomerang, darling." My eyes opened wider as I watched him starting to remove his jeans, but John soothed me with a sly grin, "Don't you worry my love, I just need a cold...a VERY cold...shower, and a change. This scent, and an amazing sight like this...you know..." I smiled, stood and walked over to kiss him softly after flinging my arms round his neck."Don't you need a hand, or two, my darling?" "I suspect that would make things even worse, right now," he sighed, "But thank you for your promising offer, darling, I'll refer to it next time, promised my lovely. Now then, I prepared some drinks for you two, they're still in the kitchen, take whatever you want over to the living room, I'll be with you shortly," with that he kissed me softly, though longingly, and entered the shower stall. Rachel stared at his ass. I should send her a photo for her bedside table. Or her pillow? ****** As Rachel and I lay on the couch, drinks within reach and lovingly kissing one another, my hands started to explore Rachel's soft, inviting body more completely, after all this was the very first time for me to touch another woman's body like this. Suddenly, and surprisingly it appeared to me that there would never be anything to compare with the feel of a woman's body, the incredible softness, the velvety, almost hairless skin, the delicious swell of breasts, hips, ass and thighs. Literally each and every square inch of her skin, her entire body seemed to be receptive far beyond any of my expectations - I had never felt like that when it came to my own body, not even whenever I'd pleasured myself. Don't get me wrong, I'm quite happy with my body, I love my satiny, sensitive skin, I love all my curves to be exactly in the right places -- and I'm certainly NOT looking through rose colored glasses - I know that I'm beautiful, everybody tells me. Nonetheless I had never given myself the same way of vivid feelings Rachel was giving me now, I had never even considered to come that close to another woman, actually I was totally bemused while becoming aware of the fact that I would have to consider myself in a different way from now on. Rachel shuddered and writhed wildly under my unexperienced fondlings, all the time moaning, the scent of her renewed arousal drove me crazy. I wanted to feel every part of her, and I did, starting by tracing circles with my fingertips around her stomach and through the shallow valley between her beautiful, luscious breasts. My hand flattened and traced over the top of her right breast, a bit fuller than mine, creeping down the rounded slope then to the side of her ribcage, trailing further down her flank to her hips which had started bellydancing though lying flat on her back, my fingertips slowly dancing over and around her slightly protruding hipbone, until my fingers continued their trail further down along the sensually curved side of her ass and her beautiful, shapely thighs. In a clear moment I wondered if the touch of my female hand could make the experience so totally different to what a man's touch is able to elicit from a woman, and I yearned for Rachel to return the favor, later of course, as if she would ponder to waive this opportunity. Silly Me! All the while my lips had moved to the side of her neck, kissing and licking over the heavily pounding carotid, before they traced their way up to her ear. I kissed it, and softly blew into it, then licked the inside of it with my tongue. Rachel reacted to all this with a series of louder moans, which turned me on even more - if there was no feel greater than that of a woman's skin, there was certainly no sound in existence greater than that of a woman's moans. Meanwhile my mouth had found hers for passionate kissing, whilst my fingertips slowly crawled upwards over the seam of her stockings, caressing the swelling softness of her quivering inner thighs, neglecting her vulva instead of touching it too soon (for me, that is), eliciting a frustrated grunt from Rachel that made me smile, what induced her to sink her teeth into my tongue. I judged that attack to be ungrateful, and pinched her nipple, hard. "Mmmhhhhh,.." said Rachel. In an effort to solace her I tenderly rubbed my vulva against the side of her ass, what seemed to enjoy her as much as it did myself. We had to break the kiss, reluctantly, just to catch some air to breathe, both of us panting like mad. I kissed my way down to the swell of Rachel's firm breasts, burying my face in the valley, excited by the arousing fragrance of her skin, before licking around the underside of her near breast before drawing narrowing circles around the mound towards the areola, while my hand cupped the other breast and massaged it softly with the rhythms of her moaning, though steered clear of playing with the nipple for the moment - I wanted her to show me how desperately she wanted that treat. I didn't have to wait too long, Rachel grabbed the back of my head and practically rammed it onto the peak of her tit. Her other hand tried to sneak down to her loins, but I already had anticipated that move and caught her hand just in time, causing Rachel to let out a sharp hiss. "This time I'll call the tact, bitch," I murmured. Rachel only snorted, and tried to appear being bored, but I'd watched her pretty, flushed face since she ever so politely had forced my ministration on her tit, and her pure concentration on all the sensations I elicited from her was obvious - frowned, with half-closed eyes under heavy lids staring into Nirvana, heavily breathing in between her constant low moans - who will be deceived, my lovely? My teeth meanwhile were busy with cycling little bites on the quivering flesh surrounding her areola, I was half around when my chin grazed over the nipple, she started to groan loudly whilst forcefully arching her back. My hand was already on its journey down south, right now exploring her navel, then moving in slow circles further down to where Rachel seemingly needed it now. My fingers drew tender circles over the length of her pubic bone, only this was a horizontal movement, and grumbling Rachel definitely wanted some vertical effort. Her ass came up in an attempt to force my hand to dive down into her crevice, and I grinned down to her areola and bit the nipple, turning it a bit in each direction whilst drawing it upward. Rachel gave a heartwarming squeak, and I heard her fingernails scratching over the couch. I decided to stop teasing her so badly before she would hurt herself, or slash the couch, and cupped her vulva. My - was that girl hot! Her crotch was literally glowing, and unbelievably wet, my middle finger swiftly slipped all through her slit, over the slippery perineum and farther down to her pucker. I looked up to Rachel's glowing face who hoarsely declared with a sly grin, "Now see what you've done to me." Her breathless words filled me with proud since this was the very first time for me caressing a woman, and I obviously had handled everything well enough to force her to leak that much of her sweet nectar, but I played cool and only showed her the tip of my tongue, whilst my hand moved farther down the crack of her ass - it felt like flooded. I explored her quivering cheeks, both dripping. I assumed she'd created a puddle on the couch, and just before had her pretty little ass only lifted to let it dry a bit. Either way, Rachel seemed to be ready for some real fun right now, so I ran my juice-coated hand swiftly upwards, back over her pucker and dam to the lower seam of her pussy, and in one fluent motion I shoved my index and middle finger into her cunt as deep as could go, both slightly crooked to create extended friction. Rachel yelled, "Oooouugghhhh, ooaaahh mygaaaaawwwwd," and climaxed instantly. Her wildly bucking abdomen moved her seething pussy all over my inserted fingers, what added to fuel and seemingly prolong her orgasm, until her rushing juices washed them out of her sopping sex at last. I allowed myself to glide from the couch to kneel beside it, she would have pushed me off the couch anyway with her uncontrolled movements. Rachel was panting and whining so hard that I expected her to pass out, so I crawled nearer and from below held her shaking body in my arms, trying to soothe her and make her feel safe and loved, all the time planting soft little kisses all over her lovely face. "Every time I come by you're tenaciously clinging to each other -- hadn't I seen the both of you walking by yourselves before I would guess you were Siamese twins," John was too late for the big event, again, "Dear Lord, what did you do to her, darling, I thought you were killing her when I heard her screaming... Rachel, are you OK?" "Don't ask Rachel, she's elsewhere, just talk to me," I looked him over, he appeared to be a bit confused whilst watching Rachel's still trembling body. He had changed into boxers, with a t-shirt, and carried an impressing tent, his weapon obscenely pointing out in my direction. "Might be a member of yours could help me out?" I grinned up to him, "She made me so hot, I can't stand it anymore." I told him the truth, I was overheated, short to boiling, and needed relief, a nice cock might do the job properly. John didn't hesitate a split second and came over, kneeling behind me. I couldn't wait for him to start the action, but first he leaned over my back and softly stroked Rachel's damp hair before caressing her cheek tenderly. "She's glowing," he muttered into my ear, rising goose bumps all over my body, "Did you set her on fire?" I wasn't able to answer, the feel of his big, strong body tenderly rubbing over my back nearly made me cum on the spot. John must have sensed it and murmured, "My sweet baby, you REALLY need it, right?" whilst getting rid of his t-shirt and boxers. Meanwhile my pussy was literally flooded with my own juices, because in a position like this there was no way for fluids to escape my cavity, I even could hear them splashing around every time I wiggled my ass seductively, "John - PLEASE..." I had neither air to continue nor need for small talk. Smart John got the message, grabbed my hips, pushing them down a bit to get the right angle, his glans touched my sopping wet entrance for the very first time before slowly pressing into the guarding muscle ring, I heard myself groaning, "oaahh my gaawwd, daaarling," he pushed in deeper, ever so slowly, loudly growling with the sensation, for a moment I was scared his bulky cockhead might tear me apart, the very next moment every thought was forgotten when the tight muscle ring constrained over nothing before finding a close grip on his burning hot shaft... I heard myself yelling, "Oahhh my gaaawwwwd Joooohn," John paused for a moment to let my vagina get used to his girth, and then he literally rammed his hot rod mercilessly deep into my overflowing sex, all the way up till the glans bumped hard into my cervix. I felt him freezing for a moment, then squirming a bit with the painful impact whilst hearing myself sharply breathing in once before lamenting in view of this unexpectedly rapid penetration, and the sudden fullness overloading my tight belly, unconsciously emanating an unholy groan from deep inside me, that changed into some tone near to a loud howl when my sudden, earthshaking orgasm rushed through my core and entire body in waves, exploding me into a million of tiny, sparkling pieces shooting up to the stars. I came back to earth when Rachel lifted my head up from her chest, softly, lovingly caressing my cheeks, her sweetly smiling eyes glued to mine, "Dear Lord, this was what I would call a quickie, I nearly missed it but couldn't considering your noises - have you been in a hurry, darling?" I only shrugged helplessly, I couldn't answer, still being breathless. "You looked absolutely amazing my lovely, your beautiful hazel eyes changed to dark chocolate with your orgasm, and I thought they would pop out before your lids shut closed to hold them in their sockets... and your flashing facial expressions made me wish I was in your place..." Rachel's lovingly smile touched me deeply, and I kissed her tenderly, holding her as close as she was holding me. Rachel murmured, "After resolving the case of emergency go with John for the right stuff now, and let me rest a bit. And, thank you for wearing me out ever so lovingly, darling, I love you, too." I felt tears well up in my eyes, and only managed to nod before softly stroking her damp hair and kissing her once more. Just when I was about to turn back to John I realized that he still was buried deep inside me, his hands holding my hips tightly to stabilize me, patiently waiting for what would be next. Feeling him inside me now for the first time melt me instantly, flashing the imagination of two puzzle pieces that fell into place finally, fitting perfectly. I shrugged with recalling my earlier solicitousness thinking of not being able to take him, right now I felt complete for the first time in my life, just as if we were designed for each other. Although my pussy felt stretched like never before, far beyond any belief of capability, it simply felt just right, and I just sighed, "will you please make love to me now, John? Let's visit paradise!" The sight of Rachel's lazy smile before closing her eyes escorted us on our way to his bedroom, strong John carried me effortlessly, though still impaled on his throbbing shaft, my legs tightly clinging the back of his muscular thighs just below the lower swell of his buttocks, my arms crossed behind his neck whilst John murmured an eagre of beautiful words of love into my ear, his hands filled to the brim with breasts. * ... will be continued in 'An unexpected Consecration', Ch. 3: Threesome? Author's EndNote: Thanks for reading, please be fair and don't forget to vote :-) This is my story, I wrote it, and stealing is lame. If you don't like it, don't read it. This story is now perfectly self-edited (bring it). All of my characters, in all of my stories, are over eighteen, or older any time they get naked and have intercourse. Thanks for all the favorites and feedback, hope you enjoy. your comments will be appreciated, so don't hesitate. Copyright © 2011 Bernd Glaesing. 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