18 comments/ 198705 views/ 100 favorites Ridden By: Couture Laura didn't like school. It was tough enough with all the studying and the homework, but, what made it almost unbearable was her mother. Laura loved her mother dearly, but her choice in men left a lot to be desired. It was her mother's fault that she didn't have a father. And it was her mother's fault that they were poor. That Laura didn't have nice clothes like the other girls. That she wasn't able to go to after-school activities. But most of all, it was her mother's fault that she had no ride home from school. That she was reduced to begging almost every day. Laura felt like crying as she looked out at the school parking lot. It was empty save for one car. Well, there were always the few teachers that were left, but they would ask questions. Like, "Where's your parents? Why didn't you ride the bus?" And there were answers she didn't want to give. Her mother was at work and they had moved into a new apartment, which was out of the school district. When they moved, Laura chose to keep going to the same school even though it was across town. Her best friend Betsy didn't mind taking her. It was only a mile or two out of her way. The only problem was, Betsy's father got laid off, and Betsy and her whole family moved two weeks into the school year. Just then, Laura saw someone exit the gym. She cursed inwardly when she realized who it was. It was Kim Morris, stuck up bitch extraordinaire. Well, there was no help for it. She took a deep breath to calm her nervous butterflies, and set off at a pace to bring her to Kim's car, just as the girl opened her door. "Hi Kim." "Oh Hi Laura." "Listen," said Laura. "My ride fell through today, and I was wondering. . ." "Sure," Kim said. "Get in." Laura couldn't believe her luck. Kim drove a Ford Explorer, and it was almost brand new. People like that never let anyone ride with them. Their rich parents were too worried about getting sued to allow their kids to tote anyone else around. "Thanks," Laura managed to say, before getting in the vehicle. "So," Kim asked. "Where do you live?" Laura could feel her insides clench as she told. Another reason girls like Kim didn't give Laura rides, was that she lived on the poor side of town. Well out of the way from where Kim would be going. "That's a little out of my way," Kim said. "You mind if we swing by my house first?" "Sure," Laura said. Her mom wasn't due home for hours. Besides, it would be nice to see how the other half lived. When Kim pulled into the drive of a very large brick home, Laura couldn't help but feel jealous. The garage even had an automatic door. "Come on in," said Kim. "What time do you have to be home?" "Not for a couple of hours," said Laura. Laura did her best to contain her sheer amazement at the lavish house, but she couldn't help but let it show. The kitchen floor had real stone tile flooring and the appliances were stainless steel. There was even a fresh flower arrangement. "This is really nice," she said, running her hand over the smooth stainless steel surface of the refrigerator. Kim winced. "You're not supposed to touch that," she said. "It leaves fingerprints." "Sorry." Laura blushed. She realized her social status was showing like a red flag. "There's stainless cleaner under the sink," Kim said. "You mind cleaning your prints off?" "No," Kim replied. Actually, she did mind. She thought it was very poor form to ask a guest to clean, but she still needed a ride home. Besides, they were her fingerprints. It wasn't easy finding the supplies in a strange house, but eventually she found the cleaner and the paper towels and cleaned the surface of the refrigerator. "Finished?" Kim called from the living room. "Yes," Laura yelled back. "Will you bring me a Diet Coke?" Kim said. "Cups are in the cabinet beside the 'fridge and the coke is inside. Watch the fingerprints. Do you know how to work the icemaker?" "Yes," Laura replied. 'Do I look stupid?' she thought to herself. The lever on the front said press for ice. Although she did feel a little stupid when ice and water filled the cup. She dumped it out and tried again, this time moving the lever from ice and water to ice only. "Thanks," Kim said, taking the cup from Laura without turning from the TV. "You like the Bold and Beautiful?" "Yes, but I don't really get time to watch it." "Oh that's right," Kim said. "You don't have a car do you? You probably don't even have Tivo. Anyway, have a seat." Kim pointed to the small footstool at her feet. "There's something I want to talk to you about." "Okay." Laura sat down on the footstool. It felt a little weird sitting there on the uncomfortable stool when there was so much nice furniture around. "Look, I know you don't have a car or anything. I've seen you out bumming rides from people everyday. So what I'm thinking is that maybe I can give you a ride . . .and you, you are going to have to pay me." "I can pay you like two dollars every day," Laura said. She could brown bag her lunch and give her lunch money to Kim. Anything would be better than the current situation. "Do I look like I need your lunch money?" Kim asked. "No," Laura replied, blushing. Wondering how Kim knew it was her lunch money. "Here's the deal," Kim said. "But first, I want you to promise that anything that goes on here . . . stays between *us*. Sort of like Vegas." "I promise." Besides, since her best friend moved away, there was no one to tell. "Good, cause if I hear about you telling, I will ruin you. You have not idea how bad I'll ruin you. Besides, no one would believe you anyway." Kim took a sip of soda before continuing. "When I was at cheerleading camp this summer, one of the girls had a birthday. Well, it was someone else's idea, but she ended up bare-bottom over each of our laps for three licks. I'll be honest. I enjoyed it. The only thing was, three licks wasn't nearly enough. That's where you come in." "Ah . . .Kim. . ." Laura tried to interrupt. "Let me finish," Kim said. "I've got a car, which I can use to take you to and from school. I've got a pool you can use when we come back to my house. I've also got a Playstation and tons of other cools stuff. Really, I think I can make things much nicer for you, but it will cost you a spanking." "I-I-I can't," Laura stuttered. God, it did sound nice though, rides for the rest of the year, to and from, a pool, and a friend. But a spanking? That would be like taking money for sex or something. "Sure you can," Kim said. "What's the big deal? A few spanks. Look, I'll tell you what. Let me spank you five times right now. Just to let you see what it'll be like. I won't say anything. You won't say anything. It will be like it never happened. Then tomorrow, if we have a deal, all you have to say is, can I have a ride? And look, if it'll make you feel better, we won't even call it a spanking. We'll call it, a *ride*. Hmmmm?" "Look Kim, I really can't," Laura protested weakly. "Why not. Tabitha did it for nothing on her birthday. You, you're coming out way ahead. Come one. Just five measly licks. Just a little teeny tiny sp- I mean ride, and then I'll take you home." Laura was silent, but internally there was a whirlwind of thoughts. Could she? Should she? Should she? In the end, she decided. "Will you . . . will you promise you won't tell." "Cross my heart and hope to die," Kim said. She summoned all her willpower to keep the smile from her lips. Laura was going to do it! "Okay," Laura said, blushing. "Great," Kim said. "We'll do it right over the stool. If you don't mind that is?" "Okay." Laura's voice grew meeker by the minute. "Just get on your knees. That's a girl. Now lean over the stool. Forehead to the floor. Bottom up nice and high. Oh, that's perfect. Just perfect." Well, it wasn't perfect, but it was almost perfect. Kim moved behind Laura and raised the skirt to her hips. When she caught the waistband of her panties, Laura finally objected. "What are you doing," she said, reaching back, and keeping hold of her thin cotton panties. "You're not going to be able to have them for this ride," Kim said. "But you can pull them back up just as soon as we're done." With an inward groan, Laura reluctantly released her panties. Kim slid them down to the girl's knees, then stood up and walked around her classmate. Examining her. She really couldn't believe her luck. She had thoughts and fantasies of this exact moment ever since she had spanked Tabitha during cheerleading camp, but she never got the opportunity to make them a reality. Then today when she saw her chance with Laura, she seized it, grabbed it and never let go. "Are you going to be okay," Kim asked, not really caring about the answer, only asking to delay the moment a little bit longer. "Yes," Laura answered. She wished Kim would just do it and get it over with. She felt so vulnerable there with her bottom exposed. "How old were you when you had your last spanking?" "Twelve - I think," Laura replied. A shiver went down her spine and small chill bumps covered her lean bottom. "If we do this again, I want you to count them out," Kim said. "But for now, just relax and let me do the work." Kim knelt behind the Laura's upturned bottom. This was going to be ten times better than cheerleading camp, she realized. Where Tabitha had been athletic and toned, Laura was small and skinny. She was going to feel every lick. And Laura's pale pert bottom looked so cute as she tightly clenched her cheeks to avoid exposing her nether regions. It was almost a shame. . .almost. Kim drew back her hand, high over her head and let down with a mighty wallop. Smack! "One!" Kim said as she leveled a heavy handed slap to Laura's bottom. "Ow!" Laura cried in pain. Shit! It wasn't supposed to hurt. What the fuck? She didn't get a chance to complete her thought. Smack! "Two!" Kim smiled broadly. Two angry red handprints decorated Laura's previously pristine ivory bottom. "Are you okay? You act like this is the end of the world or something?" "Oww, it hurts! Whew, Jesus!" whined Laura, rubbing her two burning cheeks. Her modesty forgotten, she didn't realize the show she was putting on for her classmate. "Don't be such a baby," Kim said. "Only three more. Go on. Move your hands." Timidly Laura let go of her blazing bottom and clutched the bottom of the stool. Smack! "Three!" Smack! "Four" SMACK! "Five" With every lick Laura's ass rode further and further up the stool. Her long limber legs were splayed in every direction. Her spine arched. After the last lick had fallen, she fell back to the stool, hand darting to stinging flesh. "Shit," Laura whined. "That hurt!" "Hands off!" Kim demanded, grabbing Laura by the wrists. A struggle off wills ensued, which Laura quickly lost, finding herself clutching the back of the stool, her body on display for her classmate. Kim stood and circled her prey. Handprints littered Laura's bottom, turning it into a work of art. Kim's art, signed by her hand. Her palm was hot and there was a kind of numb vibration coursing through it. Her palm wasn't the only thing hot. Taking care to stand out of sight of her classmate, she caressed her sex through her clothes. God, how she needed to cum, but she didn't dare let Laura find out. She circled until Laura's head was at her feet. "This is our little secret, yes?" Laura blinked back her tears. "Yes," she whimpered. Oh God, yes. "I'm going to pull up your panties now." Kim knelt behind Laura, and began to slowly slide up the girl's panties. "But I'm going to try not to touch where I spanked you, okay?" "okay. . ." It sounded like a good idea to Laura. The last thing she wanted was for her bottom to hurt anymore. What she wasn't expecting, is what happened next. Instead of pulling them into place, Kim parked the gusset between the red welted bottom cheeks, giving her a wedgie. The thin white material rose up between the lips of Laura's sex by accident. She heard a quick intake of breath, but Laura didn't jerk away. "Are you okay?" Kim asked. "yes. . ." Laura was dazed, but she felt something stir within her. Was this turning her on? No, surely not! "Good. It wasn't so bad, was it?" "no. . ." Laura lied. Her ass was still burning. Throbbing in time to the beat of her heart. And worse, she had acted like a big baby in front of someone she desperately wanted to impress. She prayed she hadn't embarrassed herself too badly. "You mind waiting here and watching TV for a few minutes? I have something I need to take care of," Kim asked. "okay. . ." Laura had no problem waiting. God, how she wanted Kim to leave. It was all she could do to hold back the tears. Kim hurried to the hall bathroom. She gave a parting glance, and saw that Laura was still propped up on the stool. Her red bottom cheeks still parted by her panties. Her skinny body gave a final spasm and then a shudder, and then the sobs started. Closing the bathroom door behind her, Kim's hands were in a flurry as she pulled her jeans down to her ankles and slumped down the floor. Her hand darted beneath her panties. Deft fingers circled her clit. She pressed an ear to the door. She could barely hear Laura's soft sobs, but it was enough. To her the sobs were sweeter and sexier than any moan. She could picture those two perfect ivory cheeks littered by her red handprints in her mind. Oh God. Fuck. Ugh. Ugh. Her orgasm rushed up through her body and consumed her. Her hips pumped of their own volition. She grabbed a towel that was hanging from the door and bit down on it to suppress her moans. Shit-fuck, she could barely move. It was a climax like no other, except maybe her first. God, she felt weak. Like she had been run over by a truck. It was a feeling she was going to feel again, one way or another. Kim washed her hands and face to freshen up and she went back to the livingroom where Laura was waiting for her, sitting primly on the stool as if nothing had happened. "Have you played the Sims yet?" Kim asked. Laura shook her head. She had a hard time meeting her classmate's gaze. She felt used. She done this for a - a ride. If only she had parents like Kim. She almost started to cry again. "Oh, you are going to love it," Kim said. "Let's play. You can just watch me at first, okay?" "Okay," Laura said. She was feeling a little better. She had been worried that Kim would make her feel uncomfortable about the thing the - the ride. The ride that was causing her bottom to smart and throb. But, Kim acted as if nothing had ever happened and Laura was happy to play along. She relaxed a little more and settle back to watch Kim play the game she had on TV. The game seemed fun and Kim was very friendly. It felt nice having a friend. ************* The next day Laura promised herself she would get another ride from someone else. She would start first thing when she got to school and ask around. But, first period turned into second period. By lunch she had settled into a jittery mess. She put it off until after school and imagined herself finding a ride with someone else. But, inside she knew the truth. When class ended, she made her way outside and waited. Maybe Kim had already left. It was in the hands of fate. Kim walked out of the door chatting with two of her friends. Laura cringed inside, waiting for the girl to say something embarrassing. "Hey Laura, you want to ride?" Kim asked. "Yes," she said meekly, her pretty eyes flashing shyly beneath her bangs. "Bye guys," Kim waved to her friends and walked off with Laura to her car. Laura couldn't help but shiver with pride the way Kim's two friends looked at her in disbelief. God, they were so jealous, she could see it in there eyes. Laura was glad she had made a new friend. As she got into Kim's nice new car, she couldn't help but think that her life was going to get so much better now. "Take off your panties," said Kim. "I want you prepared for when I ride you later." "What." "You heard me. You know our deal. A ride for a ride. I'm not going to do it now, but I want you to always be ready. . .just in case." "But-but," Laura stammered. Her hands slipped under her skirt. 'I can't believe I'm doing this,' she thought to herself, but she wasn't going leave the comfort of the car to go begging for another ride. Better the devil she know. Laura shyly slid her panties down to her feet. Kim smiled at her new little friend, and drove toward home. On the way, she had a wickedly naughty idea and let her windows down. It had the desired effect. Laura's skirt was being blown by the wind. The poor girl hung tightly to the hem to keep from being exposed. "Put your hands to your sides Laura." "But-but." Laura started to, but then stopped. "Why?" "That's ten licks for questioning me. Don't ever question me." Kim said. "Now hands to your sides. Actually, I have a better idea. Reach behind your back and hold unto the opposite elbow." Laura reluctantly complied. "Good. Now we are going to play a little game on the way home. We are going to look for red cars. I'm going to say 'ten spanks' and then twenty spanks and so on for every red car I see. But, if you see it first, you will take ten away from the total. . Do you understand?" "Yes," Laura replied, her gaze still questioning. "And you better look for them real hard because whatever we stop at is the number of spanks you get when we get home." "Twenty spanks, thirty spanks, forty spanks. . ." Kim began. Laura found out the hard way they were starting now. She was already so far behind, she began to panic. "Sixty spanks, fifty spanks . . ." "Look behind you . . . over there to the right. Forty spanks, fifty spanks, sixty spanks." Laura twisted in her seat, luckily she found two more red cars. "Fifty spanks, forty spanks." Her dark muff was visible now between her pale ivory thighs. The wind not only played havoc with the hem of the skirt, but her dark brown curly locks danced as well. "Your pussy is showing," Kim said. Her own pussy was turning to cream in her panties. Laura let go over her elbows and moved as if to cover her nakedness. "Don't you dare," Kim warned. Laura's eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights a full blush infused her cheeks. Kim didn't give her time to think. "Fifty spanks," she said as she spotted another red car. Kim quickly pulled ahead in her invented game. Her friend was so embarrassed, she couldn't concentrate on finding cars while making sure to keep her legs tightly crossed and minimizing any movement that might raise her short skirt. "One - hun - dred - spanks. . ." Kim said gloating. She squeezed her thighs tightly together. God, she was so close to an orgasm from the mere thought of wearing her friend's ass out. Poor Laura's heart dropped at Kim's pronouncement. One hundred spanks. How could she ever bear it? Dear Lord, she wouldn't be able to sit down the next day . . .maybe not even walk. She had to somehow get back in the game. And she had to do it quickly. They were only minutes away from Kim's home. She spotted a red car. "Ninety spanks." And then another "Eighty spanks." Soon they were on the main drag in town. There were cars to be found in parking lots on both sides of the road. Both girls quickly began adding to and taking away from the total. Laura quickly forgot about her modesty and uncrossed her legs as she sought to find the red cars. She tucked a leg beneath her so she could quickly twist and turn in the passenger seat. Kim eyed her classmate's spread crotch while she was unaware of being observed. Her pussy was exposed now, the whole bush. She could even make out the pink petals of her lips. And what a show the girl was putting on too. She was oblivious to Kim's lecherous gaze to busy looking for cars. Kim looked up and saw that an SUV had pulled alongside her car. And older middle aged man had spotted Laura's nakedness, his eyes widened in shock, but he made no move to stop looking. Ridden The horses were spooked, that much was certain. In fact, he had never seen them act like this; the sound of their stress had woken him out of a deep sleep. He had stumbled out of his tiny little ranch house with a flashlight, groaning with sleeplessness and stress. Honestly, he hadn't really minded-his dreams were becoming horrifying nightmares that had left his mind racing and breath ragged. Although terrified, he noticed it had no effect on his then raging erection that was straining to be freed from his boxers. Leave it to him to get turned on by fucking nightmares. He sighed, and approached one of the horse stalls, calling out calmly for someone to reach their head out for a nice nose scratch. "Haven?" He whispered, reaching into the dark stall. He heard a snort from the opposite side. "C'mere, buddy. What's the matter?" Joe's eyes strained to see the horse in the darkness. Suddenly, he felt the warm, soft touch of Haven's flank. The horse stepped into the light and Joe's brow furrowed. The poor thing was obviously terrified; its sides were slicked with sweat and the eyes wide and shining. "Haven, buddy, it's all right now...shh..." The horse whinnied softly as Joe gave him a reassuring pat on the neck. He paused then, feeling Haven's tangled mane. That was odd, considering he has just groomed Haven just this morning. He pushed the horse's head aside to cast light on the mane and was shocked to see several tiny braids scattered in the horse's hair. Aghast, he stepped back and Haven retreated back into the stall. Joe shook his head, obviously someone had braided the manes after he groomed today. Probably a trainer or something, he would have to talk to them tomorrow. Haven was a horse for fucks sake; he doesn't need his hair done. Rubbing his tired face, Joe began to walk slowly back towards the house. The wind whipped though the trees, causing the trees and bend and creak...casting shadows that made him feel surrounded. The wind blew past his ears, carrying the sound of a contented woman's sigh. Joe looked around. He was just spooking himself now. As he reached the porch the contented sigh rose into more of a low laugh as the wind picked up speed and he began to walk faster...He stole a glance behind him, feeling like he wasn't alone when- BAM! He slammed the house door behind him, cutting off the sound groans of the trees. It was dark inside, but at least it was quiet. He collapsed onto the bed, pushing his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes as he sighed and drifted off to sleep. After what felt like hours, he woke slightly. His eyes opened a bit, fearing the bite of sunlight, but instead only saw a deep purple haze around his bed. He bolted upright, taking in a shocked gasp as he looked around. There was nothing, only his bed and this endless purple fog. Was he dreaming? "They don't like me that much." A smooth female voice drifted from the fog. Joe's head jerked in the general direction of the voice. "Hello?" "The horses. They don't like me that much." Joe sat still on his bed. This was a weird ass dream. This WAS a dream, right? He saw an ivory leg first, bare-footed and gracile, step out of the fog. Joe's eyes traveled up that long, long leg as it met the body of a young woman wrapped in layers of sheer black fabric that was slitted high up the thigh. Her long blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders and over the shining silver pins that held the fabric up at her shoulders. Once glance into those icy eyes had Joe convinced he was dreaming now. She smiled at his traveling eyes, but as he met her gaze, he looked away in embarrassment. "I ride them at night." "My horses?" Joe said suddenly, narrowing his eyes. "You're trespassing." That sly grin on her face widened. "You don't ride them at night," She moved closer to him, and his body tightened. "They run for me, until they want to collapse from exhaustion. I braid their hair and sing them asleep, to rest until I want to gallop through the fields again." He swallowed. "I thought you said they didn't like you." Her eyes hardened and gleamed, "They may not like it. But they do as I command. They are obedient. If they rebel they know what I will do to them." Joe was frightened by her suddenly dangerous tone. "Do you...like horses?" "They are free," she sighed, tracing a finger down her body, over the curve of a breast. Joe felt himself harden at the sight of that subtle movement, at the idea of her hands moving over her body-his hands moving over her body... "I've always had horses." He blurted, trying to remove himself from his fantasy. He didn't even know this woman. But...it WAS a dream. "My uncle has a horse," Her voice was silky like the creamy skin on her thighs. "It has 8 legs." "Horses..." Joe took in a breath as she put a knee on the edge of his bed. "Horses have four legs." She laughed, and said matter-of-factly, "Yours do." He was nervous now, having her so close to him, and there was no hiding hid rock hard dick popping up the think sheet over him. "What do you want?" He whispered. "I've been watching you. Showing you." Joe looked horrified. "Showing me? All I've been having to fucking nightmares lately." She lifted a shoulder as if to shrug. "Nightmares are delicious." "Listen, Lady-" "Mapa." "I'm sorry?" "My name. It's Mapa." "Ok, Mapa, but you have to tell me what you want. You're freaking me out, and honestly, I just want to wake up and go to work-" "I want you." Joe was fairly certain his brain dropped all the way down to his dick in that moment as she moved like lightening to straddle him and lean down to whisper in his ear: "I want to ride you, Joseph. I want you to buck and moan and ask me for more. I want you to heave and sweat as I ride you all night and into the morning and please me until I tell you to stop." He sputtered, speechless at her candor. "Nightmares have reasons, Joseph, and if you were not worthy I would take what I wanted and leave you a scared and wounded shell. But I want you to fuck me into the oblivion from which I emerged," she nipped his earlobe and whispered dangerously, "Can you do that?" All he could do was stare into her icy blue eyes. His erection that pressed against her stomach was answering that question for the both of them. She moved back slowly, taking the sheet that separated them with her as she slithered back. He laid there, naked and splayed out-where the hell did his boxers go-as his dick arched upwards, head swollen and ready. She moved like lightening, lowering her mouth to take in his thickness. He groaned, bucking his hips upwards to press deeper down her throat. She moaned, like a voice on the wind and started to suck him, tip to root. Her black nails scraped his thighs as she pulsed up and down, in an endless moving and sucking that has his eyes rolling back into his head. More, he wanted more! He grasped her hair in a fist and tangled her white-gold locks in his fingers to gain more power over how deeply she took him. She seemed to have no end to how deep she could force that cock down her throat and watching his considerable length disappear into her wet, hot and willing mouth made him want to explode down her throat. But he held back, relishing in her skill as she gave him the best blowjob he'd ever had. Her lips popped off his tip and she groaned, "Let me taste you!" Before she rammed him down once again. He had no complaints and he was already almost there...she reached down and squeezed his tight sack in her hand and he lost it, groaning and yelling as he came and emptied himself into her waiting mouth. "Ughh, God dammit!" He yelled, pulling her hair even harder and slamming his cock into her mouth frantically. She sucked and sucked every bit of come from him, and as his orgasm faded, he loved the sensation of her lips still on his shaft, milking his dick like she couldn't get enough. She lifted her mouth off his tip and looked up at him while licking her lips and smiling. "Now for the real fun," she crooned, crawling on all fours like a cat towards him. Usually, he needed time to recharge. But shit, this woman made his dick rise like a sail in a storm, and soon his cock was ready and aching for another release. She lifted the fabric falling over her legs and he saw the pink flash of her folds and it made his dick jerk. Fuck, he wanted to be inside her. He wanted to bury himself deep in that pussy, up to the balls, and fuck her ragged. She climbed onto him and lowered slowly, frustratingly slow, onto his shaft. She moaned loudly at every inch, face lifted to the ceiling. The pins holding her dress up, crescent moon shaped, glinted in the purple light. He gripped her hips, digging his fingertips into her flesh. "Usually I just watch," She whispered, still looking up, "give them nightmares and watch them suffer. It's so nice. So delicious..." She started to move, grinding up and down, around in circles. Her wetness was so intense, so hot, so tight. He though nothing could get better than that blowjob but as she unpinned her fabrics and her large, round breasts fell in front of his face, he knew that this was so much better. She picked up speed and continued her loud moaning, which only turned him on more. He bit bruises with his hands into her thighs as they fucked, his eyes locked onto those beautiful bouncing breasts in front of them that begged for sucking and a really good tit-fuck. She rode him hard, her breath coming in panting gasps as she moved without stopping, his dick growing bigger and harder as he got hotter and hotter watching her move on top of him. Her legs started shuddering around him and her nipples were hard and jutting out as he raised himself to take one in his mouth. She screamed out as he clamped down on her nipple, her body shaking from the sudden and intense orgasm. He kept sucking, knowing that she loved it, until her moans subsided. He suddenly lunged upwards, lifting her off his dick and throwing her down on her stomach. She looked surprised and highly aroused by this change, and lifted her buttocks into the air. He shoved one of her legs down and pushed the other knee upwards. Gripping her ass, he rammed himself home inside her, feeling another orgasm explode in her as he did. She bit the pillow as he pounded in balls deep, watching her ass jiggle with each impact, knowing that that this was the best fucking sex of his life. He could fuck this girl all night. He was getting close to exploding himself, of filling this mystery dream woman with every drop of come his body could muster. "I'm close," He groaned leaning over her back to grab her hair and yank to get more leverage. "uuughhh so close, baby. I want to see you when I come." He pulled out and flipped her over. She knelt on the bed in front of him. Smiling, she demanded, "I want you to come all over my face as you fuck my tits." Christ, this woman was perfect. He watched happily as she lifted those creamy breasts up and pushed them together, letting a string of saliva wet the space between them. She leaned down so he could kneel. He thought he might have come then and there as his felt his dick slide between those breasts and watched his taught, purple head come out the top of the slit. He started to pump frantically as his orgasm built higher. "That's right. Come for me." She moaned, lowering her head to suck his tip when it came up through her tits. Shitshitshitshit, he thought, he didn't know that was possible. He was thrusting as hard and fast as he could and he was on the brink when she pressed a hand on his chest and looked up at him. "You've been ridden," she looked him in the eyes, her gaze burning. "You've been taken. I am one who gives nightmares, I am one who rides men till they yearn for more, I am the one who gallops horses in the night and sways the trees in the wind." As he reached peak, she shoved him and he toppled back and off the bed... He hit the hardwood floor on his back, finishing a mind-blowing orgasm and spraying himself and the floor with a huge load of come. He gasped in pain, rolling onto his side gulping in air. The room was bright and the sun came through the windows. He scrambled to his feet, looking to the bed to see his visitor, but saw only come stains and tossed sheets. What the fuck? He exhaled, looked down at his deflating dick. That was the craziest dream in the goddamn world. He had had wet dreams, but SHIT. He stood at the foot of the bed, naked and still panting from exertion. He wish he could have seen that come go all over that beautiful body of hers. Maybe he could have the dream again. He sighed, and stole a glance at himself in the mirror by his bed. "What the hell?" He exclaimed, running over to his reflection. In his hair were countless small braids, intricately woven by delicate fingers. ***** Interested? Look up the Germanic mythology of the Mare. It is a common theme across many cultures. Norse, Scandinavia and Slavic cultures all have mentions of the demon that "rides" men and gives them nightmares. Although rarely sexual in nature, let's face it, that's damn sexy! Ridden by Red Riding Hood I squeezed her ass cheeks under her red skirt as I pulled her to me with each thrust. She was holding onto the wall behind her as I drilled my cock in and out of the little red slut. With each thrust came an intense scream that just drove me on to fuck her harder and harder. I could not believe I was doing this, fucking this little slut right behind the bar- this had to be the best Halloween ever. It all started when one of my buddies gave me a call and asked me to come out to the bar Halloween night. I was never a big fan of Halloween, all that costume hoopla was just too much for my lack of creativity. The cops were always out fishing to get you in some trouble, it was just something I preferred to stay far away from. My friends however could not pass up all the girls in slutty little costumes showing off all their hidden treasures. At a posh university like ours, they normally kept anything interesting concealed under layers of conservative clothing, I tried to brush my friends off giving them an excuse about some project or paper I had to work on, but they knew me way to well and showed up at my doorstep with a costume in toe. Obviously, they found humor in making me pay from my reluctance by giving me a sexy gladiator costume they probably found at the local porn shop. All my protests fell on deaf ears and they just kept telling me, "It was all that was left," which we all know was a crock of bull. I knew I was out numbered and out done so I figured I might as well take a dive and try to get a couple beers out of the deal. I told them I would go through with it but the drinks were on them tonight and they figured they won since I wasn't going to go with them in the first place, so we all left happy. I must say the gladiator costume did not leave much for the imagination. It consisted of a pair of leather boots that had sandal straps going up to my knees. A leather gladiator skirt and a couple straps crossing around each other that they seemed to think was a tunic. I didn't want to look like an idiot with boxers hanging out underneath and I was fresh out of man thongs so I said fuck it and went commando. I knew I was going to have to do a couple shots when I got to the bar to even attempt to pull this night off with out total humiliation, but hey that's what my friend Jager is for right? When we got to the bar, a line of costumed patrons wrapped itself around the outside of the building. We found our place and followed like good lemmings until it was our turn to go in. Although the bouncers were giving some of my friends a hard time, trying to keep the girl ratio well above the guys, apparently being a half naked gladiator gets you unrestricted access. I will have to remember that. Once in I made a beeline for the bar to load up on liquid confidence and that's when I met Red. Red just bled sexuality as she sat on the stool next to me with her legs crossed forcing her short red skirt to ride up her thighs. She was the epitome of what a sexy red riding hood should look like. My eyes immediately followed those legs down to the sexy white stockings that stopped at her thigh giving a tease of her lush subtle skin. Those sexy stockings lead into a pair of red heels that just accented her femininity. As I worked my way back up to her skirt, I could see that the same careful preparation went into her costume as well. Her skirt teased at the treasures it barely covered. Her top was low cut showing just enough cleavage to make a man lust for more but not over doing it. The white frilly cloth that accented the red top seemed to emphasize a perceived innocence overcome by lust. As I looked up past the top, I could see her sexy lush lips under the red hood that was hiding her eyes from me. The mystery of her just seemed to tantalize me even more. "So what's all the liquid courage for? I haven't seen someone that focused on a shot all night?" this sexy red riding hood asked me. "Do you know that you make quite a pleasant distraction?" I turned to her as I said it, excited for the opportunity to speak to this red goddess. "You could say the same yourself," she said, as she looked me up and down smiling sexily. "Which is exactly why I need some liquid courage, care to join me for one?" "Only if it's a Washington Apple, I have a thing for Red," she teased. "Two Washington Apples coming up!" Red pulled back her hood to prepare for her shot and unleashed her raven black hair and sultry brown eyes. I had to casually adjust my footing to compensate for my own arousal. When the shots came, I picked them up off the bar and handed one to her. She immediately raised it up and tapped it to mine. "To the two sexiest costumes in the bar and the sexy people wearing them!" she toasted. "Cheers!" I said as I followed her lead and took the shot. "Well I think that has done the trick now lets see how you can move in those sexy heels." I grabbed her arm and lead the red beauty to the dance floor taking the initiative. I was pleased to see that she didn't resist. We ended up in the middle of the dance floor and it was not long before I had her back to me as we were dancing to the music in the bar. I could feel her tight little ass rubbing up against me as we danced. I knew this costume wasn't going to hide a thing as I felt myself get hard against her. As my cock rubbed against her tight ass I rocked my hips with hers to the beat. As the next song began, she turned toward me and wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me close. I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but I can see an opening when it's as obvious as the Grand Canyon is wide and I took it. I grabbed the back of her neck gently with my palms on each side of her cheeks and pulled her to my lips. The kiss was gradual at first, just taking each other's lips, but it quickly became passionate as she worked her tongue in my mouth. The taste of her was like strawberry and I took my time enjoying every second of it. So much that I almost didn't notice how she had managed to straddle my leg and was working her thigh I against my groin. I made a point to lift my leg up just enough to rub it against her pussy. Thanks to the ridiculous costume I was wearing I could feel how wet she was through her panties. I made a point to reach down, grab her ass, and pull her harder against my leg as I worked her against me. As I did so I felt her purr a moan in my mouth, something so purely sexual it drove a desire so strong in me that I knew I would do whatever I had took to have this woman. As Red broke the kiss, she looked up at me and I could see lust covering her eyes as she worked a hand down underneath the gladiator skirt and cupped my manhood. "Hmmm... it looks like you let someone out of his cage tonight... and he is ready to play," she whispered in my ear as she wrapped her hand around my hard shaft. I leaned down into her ear and whispered back. "I don't think he is the only one ready to play is he?" Red smiled sexily at me as she stroked my cock. "No he is not, and it would be just a shame to, waste him, when so much fun could be had." Each word alluded to a promise of things to come. Her words drove a frantic need to have her in a way that I have never felt for another woman. "Where?" I asked. "Follow me," she said as she turned around and headed to the back of the bar. I followed in tow like an obedient pet, she had me now, and she knew it. We made our way to the back of the bar and out a side door that seemed hidden to the typical patron, apparently Red knew this place well. We made our way outside into the cool back alley behind the bar. I always had this dank dark idea of a back alley but this was nothing like that. There were lights between buildings about every thirty yards or so and it was as well maintained as the rest of the streets in the city. It seemed more like a smaller cross street than an alley. The door came out at the bottom of a ramp that worked its way gradually up the sidewalk and gave us some extra privacy. There was a cement barrier between the ramp and the regular sidewalk that kept someone from accidently tripping into the back entrance. My inspection of the place suddenly stopped when I heard her speak the one word I wanted her to say... "Here." Red said as she put her hand in my chest and pushed me against the wall next to the door. Always one for a good tussle I immediately picked her up and flipped her around so she was pinned against the wall behind me. Her kiss was not gentle this time it was a need she devoured my lips as I gave them to her wantonly trying to inhale the taste of her mouth. I moved on hand from behind her and worked my way up to those fabulous tits that had been teasing me all night. I massaged her through the costume at first and started to pinch and tease the nipple through the fabric as she again purred a moan into my mouth. As her nipple got erect and stiff in my finger tips the temptation was to great and I worked it out of her costume as I made my way down to taste it. I kissed all around it at first as I worked my other hand up to play with her other tit causing a second moan. I took the nipple in my mouth and sucked it as I pushed my face into her breast in an insatiable need to have her. She lifted her left leg up and around my waste and ground ageist me as I sucked her nipple harder and gave it a playful nibble and bite. I worked my way to her other breast and as I did so dropped my other hand down under her skirt and started to rub her pussy through her panties. I could feel how drenched they were and pulled them aside as I started to work her clit. "Oh...fuck..." she let out with another moan. "Yes... fuck!" I rubbed her clit harder as she got more and more worked up I dropped to my knees and pulled off her sexy red thong. I slowly kissed my way up her sexy stockings up to her thighs where I bit and licked her until I finally made my way to her sexy pussy. "Oh yeah be my sexy warrior and eat my slutty little pussy!" She shaved her pussy completely except for a little tuft of hair above it. I love it when a woman shaves, not just because of how it alludes to her expectation of sex, but also because it makes it so much easier to enjoy the taste of her without anything getting in the way. I started to work my tongue up and down her pussy at first enjoying the taste of her until I started to make my way to her clit. As I took it in my mouth, I started to work my fingers in and out of her, steadily working my way to her g-spot. "Oh... fuck!" She let out as I started on her clit "Oh fuck, yes!" I worked my fingers on her g-spot even harder as she became more and more intense. There is just something incredibly sexy about having caused someone's pleasure that almost makes me sadistic in my attempt to drive them insane with it. I worked on her pussy with even more passion as she wrapped her legs around my head and pulled my face into her. "Oh.. gaa... ye... do it eat my fucking pussy! Fuck yes!" Red started rocking her hips harder and harder against my face as I went to town on her. I knew either I had to make her cum or I was going to suffocate in her pussy, not a bad way to go. I dove into her pussy like a starved beast as she fucked my face. "Oh... yes... I'm... almos... oh... ga...Yeeeees! uhh YeeeeeeS." Red came in a rush all over my face. When her legs finally let me free, her pussy covering me in her juice. She grabbed me, pulled me up to her, and gave me a passionate kiss tasting her own juices from my mouth, which made my hard cock even more rigid. "Wow... that was... amazing" Red reached down and grabbed my cock under the gladiator skirt "I know I should return the favor but first I need this, any man who can eat pussy like that needs to fuck me." "You liked that did you? Well you're going to love getting the cock you've been fondling all night into that tight little pussy of yours!" As I said it, I grabbed her as and lifted her up against the wall lining her up with the cock she still had her hand on. She made sure my warriors skirt didn't fall down as I impaled her with my cock. "Oh yes...I feel so fucking full... fuck me ... fuck your slutty little red riding hood!" Her words drove me over the edge as I started fucking her with wild abandon. Grabbing her ass and pulling her to me and there I was fucking her nice and hard. I grabbed her sexy ass under that red riding hood skirt and pulled her to me drilling her so hard she let out a scream every time I thrust into her. There I was fucking the sluttiest Little Red Riding Hood I had ever seen behind the bar. It was to simply amazing to believe and the kinkiness of it just drove me to fuck her harder. After fucking her on the wall till she came again I lifted her up from the wall and moved her over to the ledge behind us and sat her on the edge so I could put her legs around my shoulders and fuck her even deeper. "Oh god you fucking animal keep fucking me I've never been fucked this deep!" "You like that baby? You like me fucking you in your slutty little skirt outside where anyone could see you?" "Baby I'll let you fuck me with that cock anywhere... oh god...yes!" I knew I was getting close but there was something so cliché I knew I had to do it. I pulled out of her and moved up onto the concrete barrier which was about three feet thick and gave us plenty of room to lie on. "Why'd you stop?" Red started to get up confused. "Get over here and ride me like the little red slut you are." I said hoping she would find the kinkiness of it as appealing as I did. "Oh your bad...you want this naughty little girl to be your little red riding slut huh? Well that can be arranged!" She smiled as she came over and mounted my hard cock. Red didn't hold back, she fucked me harder than anyone has ever fucked me before. I knew she wanted it, that she loved me filling her up like a little slut and loved that I was treating her like one. This was what Halloween was about to her, getting the freedom to be the slut she always wanted to be. The truth was I did not even know her name and she was out in public where anyone could see her fucking me. "That's it Red ride me like a little slut! You want me to cum for you? You want me to cum in your slutty little pussy?" "Oh... yes" she panted as she rode me "I'm going to fuck that cum right out of you, fill me up fill up my slutty little pussy!" "You like be my sexy Red Riding Slut don't you? You like being fucked out where anyone one can see you?" "Yes I'm your little Red Riding slut! I'm going to ride you like a whore out where everyone can see! Oh fuck yes!" Talking about what we were doing made it that much hotter and I knew I was not going to last much longer. "I'm going to cum for you I'm going to fill up your little pussy with my cum!" "Oh yes cum with me fucking fill me up like a whore FUUUUUUUCCCCK!" she said as she came again. Feeling her pussy clench around my cock set me off as I came like never before and it seemed to go on forever. "Oh...yess...here I...! Red slumped on top of me and kissed me as she came down from her intense orgasm. My cock was still in her pussy while we both tried to catch our breath and compose ourselves. "That was the best fuck I've ever had..." she said as she finally got off me and started to put herself back together. "Yes..." I said as I caught my breath. "It was, no one has driven me quite as crazy as you have." "That is something a woman always loves to hear. Keep these..." she threw me her thong "to remember me by." She smiled as she said it, turned around, and made her way to the door leading to the bar. "Wait!" I yelled not wanting to let her slip away. "Who are you?" "I'm Red Riding Hood lover, and tonight was great...who knows maybe we can do it again next year? Hope to see you then!" And with that, she was through the door. There I sat with my naked ass on a concrete wall in the most revealing costume I've ever warn holding a red thong covered in the pussy juices of the best fuck I had ever had. I held it in my hand looking at it. "I hope to see you to..." * I hope you enjoyed this story. I would like to thank Mariewriter for her help as an editor for this story. Her assistance really helped this story come to life. This is a Halloween Contest Submission so please do not forget to vote! As always, your feedback and comments are much appreciated!! Ridden Hard The golden sun slants through the barn windows, dancing in the air thickly scented with the sweet hay and tang of leather. I peel off my jeans and shirt, slowly undo the long black tail of my braid. My hands caress the leather and a quiver runs through me. I stretch a bit, letting my body become warm and flexible before I slowly relax my muscles letting the slick coolness of the anal plug slide into me; I shiver as the attached horses tail slides across my thighs tickling my flesh. I slip on stockings and then my tall black boots, the ones fitted with metal on the soles for a definite clopping sound as I walk. Just as I finish lacing them on my mistress's shadow falls into the room. I look up – my breathe catching a bit as it always does at the pale sylph like beauty of her, her cap of pale blond silvery blond curls ruffled by the breeze slipping in the open barn door. She helps me into my snug and hard leather body harness; lacing it tightly enough that imperfect posture is simply not an option. I look down at the proud thrust of my breasts with the stainless rings through the hardened coral tips of my nipples. I get a sense of her playful mood today when she clips little silver bells on each nipple ring. I shift impatiently from foot to foot feeling the base of my tail shift with in me. A sharp slap to my flanks reminds me that anxiousness will not get me where I wish to be any faster. My mistress fetches my bit and bridle, carefully fitting the bit into my mouth, making sure just the simple wearing of it causes no discomfort. The sharp tang of metal against my tongue warms slowly to body temperature. I feel so deliciously naked next to her. The soft flannel covering her breasts and the roughness of her jeans on her delicate and small legs. The horses tail catches the breeze tickling my thighs and making me twitch, another smart slap on my flanks and a gentle tug on the bridle brings me back to the absolute stillness she prefers. She hooks the bridle to my tack, her hands playfully setting the bells on my nipples into a cascade of fairy bells. She tugs on my tail making sure my buttocks are firmly holding the plug in place. She slips a small crop off its hook on the wall and leads me out into the yard for my exercise. The first gentle crack of the crop against my buttocks begins me circling the yard, the bridle being let out slowly as I prance in circles for my mistress. The extra weight of my shoes almost guarantees that my form is not what she would wish. Increasingly harsher flicks of her crop along my flank reminds me to lift my knees. The hardest stripes fall across my buttocks to remind to keep my back straight or to slow me down or speed me up. When I forget to bounce enough to shake the bells the merciless little crop swings up to sting my hardened nipples, making them torturously aroused. She demands perfection from me, in form, in movement and in sound. The clop of my shoes a deep undertone to the fairy tinkle of the bells. Soon under the heat of the sun the sweat of my labor mixes with the musk of my desire; I breathe both in with the sweetness of the hay. My mistress knows this and the severity of her small crop increases as the ability of my body drops off. My labors have brought a delicate sheen to her skin and I hope warmth to her blood. Finally- she calls a halt. I see her tiny sylph-like body trembling with passion and am filled with pride that my performance could drive her to such excitement. She leads me gently to the shady side of the barn. There she gently helps me out of the bit & bridle. She unlaces the heavy leather of the posture corset and an unrestrainable moan of release escapes my lips. She chuckles at my moan. Her hands playfully tug at my nipples setting the bells tinkling. Knowing well just how tired I am after such a session she gently unlaces my boots, helping me slide them from each foot. Once I am bare except for the horses tail she gets the hose, roughly dousing the dust and sweat from my body. She giggles as she aims the hose at the rings in my nipples setting the bells fluttering, in mock outrage I oust the hose from her and spray her in return, knowing very well that it will earn me more punishment; which we both want at the moment. However a bit of a delay seems like a good idea, so I dash into the barn. She chases me into the barn and tumbles into the pile of hay after me, pinning me down. Each stripe her little crop caused is brought to tingling life by the poking scratches of the hay. I wiggle free enough to start to undo her wet flannel shirt, peeling it off to release her small pale pink tipped breasts. Happy that as is her habit she forewent a bra. I capture one in my mouth; teasing it with my tongue until it thrusts into my mouth. My mouth quickly seeks out her other breast as my fingers try their best to be deft when encountered with the unwieldy wet denim slicked onto her trim little legs. My effort becomes more intense when I realize she forewent panties as well. Finally with an exasperated sigh she lays back in the hay, letting me peel the denim from her. I waste no time letting my mouth trail down her body to the smooth blushing and hot cleft of her pussy. The delicate bouquet of her passion bursts through my senses, finer to my nose than the best of wines. The rough pink of my tongue slides between the smooth shell pink folds of her flesh, sliding across then dancing around her clitoris. Her tiny body trembles, my hands slide around to lift her hips and open her more to my plunder. She shudders as I tease and tease, tongue and hands working in a concert of passion played for her alone. I slowly slide fingers into her, making sure the way is slick and heated. Her body trembles as I find that sensitive spot with in her and brush it with my fingers in duet with my tongue thrusting against her clitoris. The heat of her against my face builds, the slickness under my hand increases, I hear cries breaking through that small perfect mouth of hers. Demands and pleas with equal fervor. As my mouth and hands drive her further from sanity and into the realm of sensation alone. Until finally with a burst of heat and liquidity against my face and hands she finds her release. Her hands sink into my long black hair, dragging me up to her mouth where we share the taste of her release. Her small hand landing with a crack across my already stinging buttocks reminds me that no matter how much she may have enjoyed it my little uprising will not go unpunished. She flips me over into the hay, her teeth sinking into the softness of my bottom lip, the beginning of my punishment I am sure. She grinds her pelvis into mine watching my eyes fly open as the anal plug anchoring my tail is thrust deeper into me. Her sharp little cat like nails trail with intent down my chest, then flick across my already sore nipples, I cry and then subside into moans as she soothes them with the heat of her tongue. Her teeth tease them as well making sure the pain does not abate as the pleasure builds. Her nails skim down my stomach, just hard enough that they are more pain then amusement, they scrape right down to the very crest of my pussy, then slide down either lip of it, the pressure just enough to make the caress of them painful. Her sharp little teeth nip their way down my tummy, as her fingers thrust directly into me. The roughness of the invasion makes me cry out even though I was certainly wet enough. She chuckles deep in her throat as she sharply nips first one side of my labia and then the other, before raking her tongue roughly across my tender clitoris. I smell my own excitement in the air now, her orgasm an aftertaste still on my tongue. She roughly moves her fingers in and out a consensual violation of my tender tissues. Her tongue and teeth a violent reminder that this pleasure is a form of punishment as they work against my clitoris. The dull throb of the crop's kisses, the needlelike pricks of the hay on my sensitized flesh, the pressure of her on my pelvis driving the anal plug ever deeper into my ass. The sharp cruelty of her mouth against my pussy and her hands plunging into me all coalesce into the screaming assault of my orgasm as it crashes over me. The screams ripped from my throat an animalistic expression of the state I am in. I collapse into the hay; the sweet smell of it cocoons us. My mistress tugs a blanket off of its hook and wraps it around us both as she curls up next to me. The extra heat of the blanket soothes the aches and stings of my body. In utter contentment I wrap my arms around my small mistress as I drift off into a sated sleep. The last sight before my eyes drift closed is that of her intense gaze watching as I drift away into my nap, I just hope my punishment is over for now. Ridden Tempest AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story has been submitted as part of the RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE set on the Author Hangout Discussion Forum. All criteria and build up can be viewed through this link: RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE THREAD. Enjoy! And get wet! * * * * * Liz pulled into the driveway, grateful to be home after a long day at the hospital. She took a moment to admire her home, but the real reason she was reluctant to go inside was because it meant she'd have to leave the cool cabin of her car. The Northeast had been plagued by heat waves this summer and air conditioning was a luxury that she and Sabrina hadn't seen fit to equip their home with. The breeze off the Atlantic was normally more than capable of cooling the small Cape Cod they owned, but she was really wishing they had it now. Taking one last deep breath of crisp, cool air, Liz turned off the engine and headed up the driveway. Her first step onto the front porch stairs always made her chest swell. A mix of pride and anticipation filled her as she reached for the front doorknob. She loved this house more than she'd ever imagined but what really made her heart race was the gorgeous blonde within. Liz smiled at her own giddiness and despite feeling drained by the smothering heat, she felt a bit of bounce returning to her step as she crossed the threshold. "Hey, baby!" Liz called into the large living room. There was no answer and she dropped her satchel by the door before sifting through the mail. Bills, junk, ad circulars and yet another damn AOL trial disc were replaced in their basket before she leaned down to slip off her shoes. She started for the stairs and looked around to be sure that all windows were open, praying that some kind of movement would stir the oven-like air surrounding her. "Blondie?" She yelled at the top of the stairs, but there was still no answer. Liz wandered into the bedroom where she immediately stripped out of her scrubs and stood before the fan. She pulled her curly brown hair off her neck and piled it atop her head, clipping it there to keep her neck exposed and letting the breeze from the fan caress her naked skin. She walked to the bathroom and was disappointed to find no sign of her girl. Liz walked to the bedroom door and yelled down the hall in the direction of the work room, "Sabrina!" She waited a moment and heard nothing in response. Liz pushed away from the door frame and stalked across the bedroom to stand in their window. A flood of sexy memories washed over her and the effects of prolonged heat and lack of sex could be felt sharply. Her mind's eye replayed the image of Sabrina masturbating in the window, her silhouette easily discernable standing as she was, aglow in the moonlight. A sudden twitch in Liz's pussy reminded her of the erotic sights and sounds of her lover approaching orgasm while she watched from a chair in the darkest corner of their bedroom. Where the hell is she, Liz wondered. She could've sworn Sabrina's car was in the driveway when she arrived and she didn't remember the blonde saying she had any plans that evening. Just then her stomach growled and she decided to grab some supper before she did anything else. Liz pulled on a pair of running shorts and a sports bra before heading down to the kitchen. She found a covered plate on the island and lifted the paper towel to find a turkey sandwich, made just the way she liked it, accompanied by her favorite potato chips. Liz smiled at Sabrina's thoughtfulness and took the plate over to the refrigerator where she ate happily, standing with her face in the open freezer. She never figured she'd have to deal with heat to this degree when she moved from the south, but back home they had the good sense to furnish every building and vehicle with air conditioning. Why the idea hadn't caught on or was deemed unnecessary up here was quite beyond her comprehension. She finished quickly and reluctantly closed the door to the freezer before opening the refrigerator door in search of something cold to drink. The cool air felt good on her skin, but she knew the second she closed the door, the air around her would seem even hotter than it had before. She was surprised to find the fridge stocked. Sabrina abhorred grocery shopping, but Liz quickly realized that the blonde had opted in favor of the cool grocery store air and said to hell with her dislike of shopping. Liz smiled when she saw a six-pack of her favorite beer and reached for a bottle, loving the little woman more in that instant. Deciding she was alone in the house, she walked out back to see if Sabrina had gone for a swim. The deck was empty and after inspecting the water with her toe, she could see why it was unoccupied. The pool water felt more like bath water, and Liz took a long swig of beer before sliding the cold bottle over her bare midriff. Hot, tired, drained and lonely was a bad combination for the brunette, and she returned to the house, slamming the door behind her. She had no desire to sit down on the warm leather sofa and watch television, nor did she feel the urge to boot up her computer and write. Truth be told, she didn't have the energy for much of anything and decided to walk down to the beach for a cigarette. She grabbed her smokes and another beer and headed out the front door. The sun had disappeared behind her, casting an orange hue over the quiet neighborhood. The temperature normally would have begun dropping at this time of evening, but she found the air outside just as hot and sticky as it had been earlier. There was one difference, however, and that was the smell. The unpleasant aroma of hot air had been replaced with the earthy, musky scent of rain and she breathed in deeply. Liz let the salty sea air fill her lungs and momentarily forgot about the heat as a noisy fishing boat rattled and chugged its way past the dock as it entered the harbor. She was half way across the yard when the first few rain drops splattered onto her overly warm skin. Liz looked toward the sky and said a silent prayer that this wasn't another five minute sprinkle like those that had teased of rain all week. She continued across the yard and started down the steps to the semi-private beach that came with the property. Lined on either side by tall bamboo stalks, a large rock retaining wall and lush green bushes gave the impression that you were descending into a very secluded haven. The sound of fishing boats in the harbor was coupled with the gentle and rhythmic sound of waves lapping at the sandy shore. The orange-pink glow was quickly fading, giving the rocks and sand a soft purple tint that hinted at the enveloping darkness to come. Every step lent more to the sense that you were leaving the world behind and walking into a cocoon of nature. The light rain tapped at the leaves, and Liz felt the stresses of her day fall away at the urging of the soft staccato beat on either side of her. Three more steps remained before her bare feet touched the sand and she could almost feel the tiny grains shifting beneath her weight as she drew nearer. A sudden sense of boding washed over her as she reached the next to the last step and she instinctively stopped and scanned the beach from right to left. Her breath caught and held when her eyes gained sight of the woman at water's edge. The low light cast an amazing glow on all things light in color while the rocks and water appeared almost black. Standing as she was, the small woman's silhouette was easily deciphered against the inky backdrop of water and Liz gazed on in silence. Everything around her, the heat, the rain, the noise, ceased to register as all of her senses honed in on the unsuspecting woman. Liz crept backwards up one step, carefully ensuring that her presence was undetectable, and watched her lover dabble her toes in the surf as it reached her feet again and again. The brunette smiled when Sabrina stretched her arms out on either side and tilted her face to the sky. Her woman. Strong and capable, but forever a child, Sabrina loved the rain. Liz felt the first stirrings of arousal she'd had in over a week and fought the urge to go to the smaller woman. Thankful she'd maintained her hiding place, she watched on as Sabrina untied the knot at her left shoulder, letting her sarong glide down her lush body and float to the sand. Standing just out of reach of the tide, as naked as the day she was born, was the woman that had brought Liz back to life. A breath of fresh air when the constraints of life surrounded her like thick black plumes of smoke, Sabrina had saved her from what could have been a lonely and unfulfilled existence. Liz greedily drank in the sight of her girl. Short blonde hair, creamy skin, powerful legs, and a generous backside set the brunette's body on fire. Liz felt her grip tighten on the glass bottle in her hands as her body responded to the visual stimulus. Sabrina would never know that the simple sight of her nude body drove Liz absolutely insane with desire. She couldn't. Liz, herself, could barely wrap her mind around it. As she often did, Liz had the urge to shout. The kind of abrupt noise one makes when the feelings within them all join forces and demand to be heard. She bit it back tonight and reveled in the excitement of the unexpected voyeuristic opportunity. The rain began falling harder. She could feel it gathering at various places on her skin and then racing down her body. Likewise, Sabrina's skin glistened as the rain coated her and Liz moaned softly when the blonde moved her hands to her sides and slid them down over her hips, bending at the waist and caressing her thighs. Liz downed the rest of her beer as Sabrina walked into the water and dove in. She swam under the water for quite a while and the brunette caught sight of her again when she emerged near the buoy for the lobster pot. Liz grew envious at the thought of cool water caressing naked flesh but remained hidden to watch as Sabrina began swimming toward the sailboat. Long graceful strokes of her arms propelled the blonde through the shimmering water and Liz pulled off her sports bra. Her nipples reacted instantly when she located the blonde floating on her back near the bow of the ghostly white boat. Liz knew Sabrina was replaying the day she slid her fingers beneath Liz's bathing suit and fingered her senseless just below the surface of the water. The brunette replayed the same scene in her own mind, recalling how dizzy she'd been when she finally pushed away from the stimulation to keep from drowning. Remembering the event now while she looked over her lover's floating body brought forth a flood of sensation and she stood to remove her flimsy running shorts. The top of Sabrina's thighs, chest and face were the only things visible above the black water and Liz's gaze settled on the blonde's small, pert breasts as they glistened wet beneath the moon. She licked her lips, tasting the rain as it dripped down her face and imagined the slick texture her tongue would find at Sabrina's breasts. Longing to feel a firm nipple between her teeth, Liz made her way to the hammock and sat on the side, facing the water. Sabrina floated for several more minutes as thousands of raindrops splashed into the ocean, creating a dancing mist around the blonde's body. A pale flash of lightning lit up the sky and when there was no thunder Liz surmised that the bulk of the storm was yet to come. The cool rain soaked her hair and coated her skin, removing the heat one fat drop at a time. Her heart began to beat a bit faster as Sabrina backstroked her way toward the beach. Every arc of her arm over her head brought the blonde closer and closer until she reached the shallow water near the beach. When she could no longer swim, Sabrina walked back on her hands and sat down in about ten inches of water, hugging her knees to her chest and resting her chin atop them to stare out at the forest of sailboat masts in the harbor. Liz waited patiently, squinting through the growing darkness in an attempt to make out the tattoos she knew to be on Sabrina's back. Surrounded by darkness and lit by the moon, the lines of the smaller woman's shoulders and back were clear, and Liz longed to reach out and touch her. The brunette's desire grew exponentially when Sabrina rose from the water and turned toward her, their eyes meeting and holding, conveying the lust each woman had for the other in that moment. A beautiful smile spread over the blonde's face when Liz reached out and beckoned with her index finger. Sabrina began walking toward her and watched as her lover spread her legs and pointed to the ground between them. She knelt obediently and promptly placed a soft kiss on Liz's knee. She then looked up, watching the brunette's reaction as her tongue caressed its way up Liz's thigh. Sabrina drew so much joy from bringing Liz pleasure, and when the taller woman leaned back in the hammock with a soft moan, she whimpered in turn. Liz felt soft lips brushing over her pussy and subconsciously held her breath, anticipating the first touch of the blonde's tongue. When it came, her whole body stiffened momentarily, her feet pushing into the sand. Sabrina's caresses were languid and gentle which allowed Liz to relax as a dull tension made itself known in her abdomen. Her body stiffened again when the blonde slid a finger into her pussy and upon relaxing this time, was filled even further by the intruding digit. Sabrina's mouth covered her clit and a series of moans erupted from the brunette as every swipe of the girl's tongue caused her thighs to tense, which in turn caused the hammock to swing away just slightly. The back and forth motion of her body brought more complete penetration and Liz was completely unprepared for more when Sabrina introduced another finger. Her hands shot back to grasp the other side of the hammock and she groaned loudly with the pleasure of it all. Apparently the past week of heat induced abstinence meant that she was extra sensitive tonight and her body was unraveling beneath the blonde's touch at an alarming rate of speed. Sabrina was loving every minute of Liz's undoing and sealed her mouth over the brunette's clit, moaning around the hardened nub. The vibrations from the noise only served to escalate Liz's pleasure and she thought she'd go mad when Sabrina's pinky began teasing at her ass. The rain fell harder now, stimulating her everywhere it touched and serving to spread the erotic sensations from her pussy through the length of her body. Her lover's fingers pumped into her with vigor and Liz's eyes shot open when she felt a finger slide into her ass. She had precious little time to breathe before Sabrina located the one spot inside her that ended it all. A ferocious orgasm ripped through her rain-soaked frame, followed by a throaty cry of bliss that was quickly carried away on the mounting winds. Sabrina watched it all; craving more, always more, even as she slowed her hands and allowed her lover to come down. Liz laid there for what seemed like a long time but couldn't have been more than a minute and sat up, looking down on the blonde at her feet. She gave a subtle jerk of her head in the direction of the rock wall marking the left boundary of their beach and Sabrina rose, offering her hand to the brunette. Liz smiled and shook her head in denial. Sabrina didn't protest and walked toward the rocks, turning just before reaching them only to have her wrists grasped by the brunette. Liz had been much closer than she expected and she felt her arms being raised over her head as the brunette's body pressed into her. Sabrina did her best to absorb the impact of her lover's advance, but the rocks at her back prohibited any further movement in that direction. Greedy lips crushed against her mouth as her wrists and back were pressed even harder against the stone wall. The cool, slick rain covering her skin was in sharp contrast to the warm, hard body pressing into her and the blonde reeled at the intensity of the combination. Sabrina parted her lips, yearning to deepen the kiss, but was denied when Liz moved to bite her shoulder abruptly. A startled gasp flew from her parted lips at the pain, but it was immediately replaced with pleasure as Liz's tongue laved over the spot. Her neck was always sensitive, but between the rain and her lover's tongue Sabrina was in heaven. She was so distracted that she didn't notice right away that Liz had pulled back and was staring at her. When she did manage to open her eyes, the sight that greeted her caused a jolt of need throughout. The darkness kept Liz's face shadowed, but her wet hair picked up what little light was available and danced on the wind that softly howled its warning through the sailboat riggings and docks in the harbor. Just then a bright flash of lightning lit the beach and Sabrina's breath caught in her throat at the wild look of animal desire she saw in her lover's green eyes. Never before had Sabrina seen such carnal need and for a moment she felt vulnerable, trapped between immovable stone and a woman in need. All feelings of vulnerability gave way to her own growing need when Liz moved her thigh between Sabrina's legs, pressing upward quickly and without relent. Sabrina felt the muscles in her lover's thigh flex against her pulsing mound. Her body reacted without permission, acting only on instinct as her hips jogged against Liz's thigh. The brunette leaned forward, her breasts pressing into the smaller woman's chest as her teeth sank into Sabrina's neck, harder this time. Sabrina moaned loudly and jerked her head to the side, a delicious pain sweeping across her shoulders and down her chest. Liz's breathing was labored and seemed to grow louder as the tempest of the storm drew nearer and more intense. The wind would not be denied tonight and the sailboats moored nearby rocked precariously, their riggings slapping wildly at the masts in a cacophony of metallic tones. Trees and bushes swayed according to the ebb and flow of the wind and the constant rustling of leaves grew above the earlier whisper, joining the wind with its own swishing noise. Sabrina's arms struggled weakly in the brunette's grasp before giving up entirely, letting herself be taken away on the passion of her lover's storm. Liz slid her fingers down the blonde's wet face, continuing down her neck on their way to her breast. Sabrina cried out when her aggressor's fingers closed around her nipple and pinched it roughly, sending a shot of pleasure straight to her pussy. Liz removed her thigh from the blonde's sex and received a groan of frustration from the smaller woman. Sabrina looked up into the brunette's face, silently begging that the pressure against her aching sex be returned. She read a distinct message in Liz's eyes but was completely unprepared when the taller woman thrust two fingers inside her, forcing the air from her lungs. Sabrina's eyes pinched shut, her breath coming in jagged gasps as her mistress plunged into her again and again. Holding on with all her power, the little blonde struggled mightily, waiting for the signal to let go. The storm intensified, lightning and thunder blotting out all rational thought and driving the women in their quest for ultimate surrender. Sabrina chewed her lip in earnest as the fires within threatened to consume her if she did not find release soon. Turning pleading eyes on the brunette, she whimpered and gasped as her inner walls tightened with every thrust. Just when Sabrina was ready to bite the bullet and give in without permission, a slight nod of Liz's head gave her what she craved. The moment she saw the nod Sabrina let go, as quickly as if a switch had been flipped she shuddered and then stiffened as a primal scream flew from her upturned lips, joining the rolling thunder and howling winds. The power of the storm escalated her pleasure as the first sharp clap of thunder echoed around them. Sabrina's legs went weak and she felt as if she were being carried away on a powerful gust of wind, her body sliding down the rocks behind her. Ridden Tempest Liz gently carried her to the sand, knowing the blonde was far, far away; lost in the storm of her own pleasure. Spurred on by the tempest surrounding them, Liz straddled the quivering woman and proceeded to place frenzied kisses all over her slick torso. Sabrina's eyes fluttered and opened wide as if she'd just woken from a deep slumber, when Liz's tongue slid up her neck and over her chin. Liz noticed the return to consciousness and never faltered in her kisses. She hovered above the blonde for several seconds before firmly pressing her lips against the blonde's. Sabrina opened to the kiss immediately and moaned when the brunette's tongue plunged into her mouth, hard and demanding, conveying her hunger and dominance in no uncertain terms. A blinding flash of lightning struck ground nearby, followed by a deafening crash of thunder and Liz tore her mouth from Sabrina's. She threw her head back and ground her pussy against the blonde's, falling victim to nature's power and allowing it to fuel her desires. Sabrina, now fully aware of her surroundings, slid her sandy hands up Liz's sides and dragged her nails down her lover's back. Everywhere she touched, Liz's body was firm, taut with desire that was quickly turning to need as raw as the thunder and lightning exploding around them. When the brunette looked down on her again, Sabrina barely recognized the eyes looking down at her. It was impossible to decipher their color in the dark night, but the bright glint reflected in them with every flash of lightning was enough to convey the intensity of the chaos brewing within. Just when things around her seemed on the razor's edge of spinning out of control, Liz began to move. Sabrina felt as if she were stuck in a time warp. All of her physical senses alerted her to the fury of the storm around her, but intense as it was, the physical was countered by the deliberate slowness of Liz's face moving ever closer to her own. Calm and controlled despite the railing elements, Liz was completely focused. Sabrina equated the moment to lying in the eye of a hurricane. Unmeasured mayhem all around her, close enough to reach out and touch, and yet, lying beneath her mistress, she knew deep down she was protected from it all. Liz's heart pounded harder and harder the closer she got to Sabrina's face. So strong, so enticing and yet vulnerable somehow, trusting with everything she had, though her good sense warned against it. Sabrina was all things at all times and Liz was constantly amazed at the variations she had witnessed in their time together. Unpredictable was perhaps the best word to describe the persistent flux of energy and emotion that powered Sabrina. A blinding flash of light broke the darkness, illuminating everything around them. Liz had the inclination to squint against the harsh light, but never got the chance when the light flashed on her lover's face. Pale blue eyes grew larger as Sabrina's pupils shrank quickly against the brightness. She was so focused on the woman above her that she didn't so much as blink. Liz's breath caught in her throat, and the vision of Sabrina's face in that instant was burned into her memory for eternity. The deafening clap of thunder that followed caused Sabrina's hands to clench, her fingernails tearing into Liz's back. A sudden growl of surprise and pain proved to be the catalyst for Liz in that moment. It was as though something literally snapped inside her and before Sabrina knew what was happening, the brunette had crawled up her body and momentarily hovered over her. The next thing she was aware of was a sharp pain at the top of her head as Liz's fingers wound into her blonde tresses and jerked her head upward. Sabrina moaned low as her sense of taste and smell were assaulted by the heady essence of Liz's arousal. Her mind may have been miles away, but Sabrina's instinct was firmly in tact and her response was flawless. Liz released the blonde's hair the instant Sabrina's tongue made contact with her pussy and the electricity coursing through her veins as a result, was nearly more than she could handle. Falling forward, Liz caught herself on her hands, her legs splaying wide of their own accord and forcing her pussy down hard on Sabrina's face. The blonde, unfazed by the increased pressure, wound her arms around Liz's thighs for purchase and thrust her tongue into her lover's entrance. So intense was the sensation that Liz's arms gave out, leaving her weight resting on her elbows and her forehead burrowing gently in the wet sand. Unable to control her own body, Liz's hips rode down hard against the blonde's face and she again felt sharp fingernails penetrating the flesh of her inner thighs as the blonde continued the torment. The telling tightness that had developed in the small of Liz's back was the only warning she got that she was close, but she was still completely unprepared when Sabrina's tongue dusted over her clit. The first swipe was much more intense than she had expected and in very short order, a massive explosion ripped through her. Liz's head flew off the sand, her hands flying to Sabrina's hair, pulling the little woman's face hard against her throbbing pussy. Sabrina seemed to go into overdrive, punishing Liz's clit with her tongue. Liz's head fell back when a second climax rocked her to her core and she released the blonde's hair as all strength left her body. Leaned back as she was, Liz went limp and fell against Sabrina's legs, her head cradled neatly between the blonde's knees as her chest heaved wildly to restore her vitals to a normal state. Liz had no idea how long she'd been unconscious, but when she awoke there was a soft gentle rain falling over her. The wind had dissipated into a gentle breeze and the only lightning that could be seen was a faint flashing glow in a heavy line of clouds far off in the distance. Her thoughts were unclear and she had to blink several times in order to regain her focus, but even that didn't help her understand why she was lying outdoors in the rain. A healthy shudder rocked her frame just then, followed by a soft warm tongue sliding lazily over her pussy and the night's events came rushing back with startling clarity. Liz moaned softly and reached down between her thighs where she found her lover's face. Liz breathed deeply and sat up, sliding her body down Sabrina's until they were face to face again. Liz half expected to see a beaming look of triumph on the little woman's features, but she should have known better. Sabrina lived and breathed to please her. She always had. Liz realized then, as she stared into those blue-green eyes, that she could weather any storm she came upon, as long as Sabrina was with her. She closed her eyes then and gently pressed her lips to the smaller woman's. She was vaguely aware of the soft splash of tiny raindrops dancing over her back, but was soon lost to all outside sensation as her tongue traced along the blonde's pale pink lips. The kiss was everything the storm wasn't, slow and gentle, soothing and calm. Their hearts beat in unison for the next several breaths and it wasn't until a small giggle bubbled up in Sabrina that either of them broke away from the kiss. "What's so funny?" Liz asked with a smile, pulling back to look into the blonde's face. "Your hair." The look on Liz's face said it all, because a deep belly laugh rolled out of Sabrina, tickling the woman on top of her into a fit of laughter as well. "I'm glad you find this mop so humorous, Blondie. Yours is looking pretty ragged too, ya' know?" "I've got just the thing," Sabrina said and stood, holding out her hand to the brunette. She helped Liz to her feet and led her to the water where they dove into its inky blackness. Together they swam until their nude bodies were cleansed of sand and cooled from their wanton exploits on the beach. Joining hands again, they walked up the beach toward the hammock. No trace of the week's heat could be found, but Sabrina automatically climbed into the hammock instead of going back to the house. Liz hesitated a moment but couldn't resist joining Sabrina when the little woman opened her arms invitingly and said, "Come home, my love." Ridden with a Smile This is the story of when I lost my virginity and there are quite a few terms in here that some people may not understand so here's a quick run-down: B&S Ball: Bachelors and Spinsters Ball. An event where people from rural areas go to let their hair down, meet new friends and more often than not, find someone to keep them company for the night. Swag: sleeping roll Ute: pickup/utility * I was standing in the ticket line with my mates, talking about whatever popped into our heads and sipping from our cans. It was a fairly hot day and we had to constantly shoo away flies that were trying to get in our drinks. 'Far out, the flies must be as thirsty as I am,' I remarked as I slapped at a determined blowfly for the third time. My mate Robbie appeared out of the blue and casually stepped into line beside me, waving a hand at the people behind him as they protested. "Now, Jim," he said, taking a pull from his can. "I hope you find a lady tonight. You're nineteen and still a virgin, it's no good mate." He drained the last of his can and lobbed it at a nearby bin, missing by a good metre. "You're my best mate's little brother and I feel like I'm letting him down by not getting you laid. This is your second B&S and if you don't get some tonight I won't let you go to a third." He said this seriously but I saw the twinkle of laughter in his eyes. "Jeez, no pressure," I laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Rob. I'll find a nice young lady to warm my swag tonight." Robbie breathed a sigh of relief. "Good to hear." He stepped out of the line. "Catch ya later, I've got to go see a man about a dog." He tipped his hat and strolled across into the pub. The line moved along slowly and I eventually bought my ticket and made my way back to the show ground. The day moved along lazily with frequent clouds of dust wafting over the grounds as someone took their ute out to cut circles in the dirt. Music blasted from speakers all over the grounds and the sound of loud V8's revving up was a regular occurrence. I sat in my camping chair with a drink in my hand, listening to the good mates that I'd met that day talk about various drunken antics and watching the steady procession of people walk past our campsite. As the night rolled in, fires were kindled and the growling of exhausts was accompanied now by bright flashes as flames were shot out of pipes to the appreciation of onlookers. As the main event drew closer I felt the beginnings of butterflies in my stomach. I knew with certainty that I would be losing my virginity tonight and the thought had me excited and anxious. Would I mess it up? Would I 'arrive too soon'? These thoughts and more chased each other around my mind until I mentally formed a door and pushed all the worries behind it and locked it. I decided I would just take it as it came and hope for the best. I changed into my white shirt and black pants fifteen minutes before the Ball started and looped the elastic of my bow tie around my neck. I sat with my mates until we finished our drinks then followed them into the Ball area, losing sight of them almost the instant I entered. I shrugged and endeavoured to have a good time. The food pavilion beckoned and I made my way around groups of people to get a sausage sandwich from the smiling bloke behind the bar. I wove my way over to the drinks bar and collected a beer, getting my drinks ticket marked off, and found a wall to lean on while I ate. The unmistakable sounds of a band doing a sound check reached my ears and I downed my beer, tossing the last bit of my sausage sandwich over the wall behind me. People converged on the music pavilion and I let myself get swept along with them, ending up at the front of the crowd. The first song started and I mentally turned off my inhibitions, refusing to allow them to get in the way of a good time. I noticed a pretty girl with short brown hair nearby shooting me glances over her shoulder and smiling when our eyes met. At first I thought it was for someone else but when I gave her a grin she looked me up and down and smiled, twitching an eyebrow. My stomach did a few back-flips and my heartbeat sped up. Remembering my earlier resolution to take things as they came I moved closer to her. As we danced I dropped a hand and brushed against her arse to gauge her reaction. When I felt her hand slide up my leg to my crotch I knew it was the right decision. The feel of her fingers made my penis twitch and begin to grow and I drew in a sharp breath. She withdrew her hand and pressed her back against me and against my growing erection. I put my arms around her and ran my hands lightly over her stomach, stopping just below her breasts and just above her crotch. She leaned her head back and smiled at me, lifting a hand to pull my mouth to hers. Her lips were sweet with the taste of alcohol and our tongues met in a quick, exploratory dance. We broke apart and I yelled in her ear over the band, 'What's your name?' "Elise," she yelled back. "Nice to meet you, I'm James." Elise grinned and kissed me again, flicking her tongue against mine, teasing. By this time my erection was standing to attention and Elise was grinding against it. It felt amazing! Imagine what the real thing's going to feel like then, I thought. As her grinding got harder and more sensual, I expanded the range of my hands and began circling her breasts, rubbing lightly over her nipples through her dress, and moving down to rub around her crotch. I knew I wasn't the only one in the crowd doing this so I didn't worry about looking like a pervert. We stayed in the Ball until the second band finished their last song. Elise pulled me down for another kiss and said into my ear, "Shall we?" I didn't bother replying. With a grin I grabbed her hand and pushed a path through the throng into the open, heading towards the car park. "Which one's yours?" Elise asked. I pointed my wagon out to her, noticing a number of people around. "There seems to be a fair few people around your car. Let's go to mine, there probably won't be as many down there." She led the way to a distant corner of the showground where a few utes were parked around a fire and she pointed out where she was parked. "I've only got a single person swag," she said apologetically. "Fine by me," I replied with a grin. "We'll be close enough anyway." I wondered where my sudden courage had come from, in any other situation I would never had said that. Elise pulled the covers back and we took off our boots and climbed in. I pulled her in for a kiss and our tongues met with a heated intensity that had me throbbing almost painfully inside my pants. I ran a hand up her leg and pushed the hem of her dress up. Elise lifted her hips slightly and hiked it up to her stomach, giving me an open invitation to between her legs. My fingers slid up her thigh and rubbed over the damp fabric of her panties, eliciting a soft moan and an increase in the intensity of the kiss. Elise broke off the kiss and moved her head downwards. I felt her fiddling with my zipper and my alcohol numbed brain realised what she was going to do an instant before I felt her mouth slide over the top of my cock. I lay my head back and tried not to moan too loudly. There must have been the most ridiculous expressions going across my face but I didn't care, all I knew was that it felt fantastic. Elise crawled back up and kissed me. It didn't disgust me that those same lips were just wrapped around my cock, I returned the kiss with as much eagerness. Elise moved her knee to rest across my thigh, affording me better access to between her legs. I scraped a finger nail over her panties again and found her clitoris through the fabric. I rubbed it firmly and she sighed happily. "Just so you know," I told her as I rubbed her nub in circles. "This is my first time." She looked at me with a smile and shuddered as I pressed hard. "You're pretty damn good for a beginner." I grinned. "I've done this part before, just, not what comes next." She didn't reply, just reached down and pulled her panties off, looking at me the whole time. It was incredibly arousing. I returned my hand to its previous position and discovered a closely trimmed thatch of hair surrounding a soaking wet opening. 'Inside.' She almost growled it. Happy to oblige I sawed a finger over her slit until it slid into the slick folds of her vagina. I wiggled the digit a bit and was rewarded with a spasm that clamped my finger with surprising strength. Elise squirmed about, her head back and her eyes closed. The corners of her slightly open mouth were drawn up in a half smile as she ground on my hand. "Do you have a condom?" She asked breathlessly. I reached into the back pocket of my pants and removed the foil packet. With shaking hands I tore it open and rolled the condom over my swollen head and down the shaft. Elise manoeuvred herself until she was kneeling above me with her legs either side of my hips and lowered herself down, guiding my erection into her. I felt a slight resistance and then an all encompassing warmth and tightness, causing a completely involuntary reaction as I threw my head back and groaned. It was without a doubt the most amazing thing I had ever experienced and I could only lie there with a stupid grin on my face while Elise rode me. Our eyes met and stayed locked as I began to move my body to match her, lifting my groin to meet her downward thrusts. Her eyes drifted closed and she lay her palms on my chest for support as she ground her clitoris against my pubic bone. A small part of my mind registered that this was mildly uncomfortable but the sight of the obvious pleasure Elise was getting out of it pushed that part back into its corner. "You're good for a newbie," she said, looking down at me and biting her lip. I smiled as I couldn't trust my voice to form any words other than 'oh my god'. The murmurs of people talking mere metres away made us freeze and I nearly laughed out loud. There were at least four people having a conversation on the other side of Elise's ute while we were having sex! Elise and I grinned at each other and continued, although slightly slower so as not to rustle the blankets too much. I'll say now that I'm not an exhibitionist, I don't exactly relish the idea of people being nearby while I have sex, and were I sober I might have reconsidered my location. But, caught up in the new and exciting sensations I was experiencing, I just didn't care. Elise returned to grinding against me and was soon nearing her orgasm. A look of concentration came over her face and her brow furrowed up, until she tensed up and threw her head back, shudders racking her body and her vagina pulsating around my cock. I still wasn't near to finishing which surprised me, as I had expected to cum a lot sooner. I was quietly pleased with myself. Elise came down off the crest of her orgasm and lifted off me to lay down at my side. She moved around until she was lying with her back to my stomach. I draped an arm over her and felt her fingers twine through mine. We stayed like that for a while until our breathing returned to normal. Elise broke the silence. "Would you like to go back in to the Ball?" I waited a moment before answering. I did want to go back in as the band were playing some great songs, but on the other hand I was enjoying the moment Elise and I were sharing. "Sure why not?" For all I knew, she wanted to ditch me; just another root at a B&S. We got dressed and I threw my condom under the car next to Elise's ute. There were no bins nearby. Elise surprised me by taking my hand and sliding her fingers between mine again as we walked away from the campsite. Wolf whistles and a call of, "Walk of shame!" reached our ears from the people behind us. Elise surprised me once more by turning and calling back, "Stroll of triumph!" Eliciting more cheers and laughter. She turned back again and laughed. My heart leapt in my chest. Maybe she was actually telling the truth when she said I was good for a virgin? I grinned all the way back to the Ball. She didn't sneak off as I thought she would have once we got inside, instead she stayed with me, dancing against me the whole time. When the last song finished she pulled me down for a kiss and said, "Let's go back to your car." I couldn't believe it, we had gone once and she wanted to go again with me! We made our way back to my car and I opened the door so she could climb into the back. I clambered in after her and we got under the covers, our lips and tongues meeting again and again, hands roaming over each other's bodies. I slipped the straps of her dress and bra off her shoulders and pulled it down, exposing her breasts. They fitted perfectly in my hands and, from reading various stories, I guessed she was around a C cup. The shadows thrown by a nearby light cast interesting patterns over her contours and my mouth quickly sought out a nipple, drawing a pleased sound from Elise. I didn't have a whole lot of experience in how to pleasure a girl this way, my main teaching aid being books and amateur porn videos, but Elise seemed to enjoy it though as her eyes drifted closed and a smile once again came to her lips. Her fingers made short work of my shirt and it joined my pants at the bottom of the swag. Not one to linger, I moved away from her breasts and back to her mouth as I kicked off my pants and Elise hitched her dress up again. Fumbling for another condom in my pants I soon had it on and Elise positioned herself over me once again. She reached down and took a hold of my erection, guiding it towards her vagina. The slight resistance met me again before that same wonderful feeling of warmth and tightness as before. She lowered slowly until our pubic bones met and I saw her draw in a quiet but slightly ragged breath. My heartbeat accelerated to race-car speed and we settled into a rhythm, gathering speed. Soft, wet sounds reached my ears and there was a coolness around my groin, the kind that comes from when moisture on skin is introduced to airflow. Thoughts scrolled across my brain like an electronic sign on the top of a police car. 'She's really wet!' was the foremost one, closely followed by, 'she's going to have another orgasm!' as her face once again screwed up and the speed of her breathing increased, her hands scrunching the sheets either side of me. She slapped down once more and tipped over the edge into the roiling maelstrom of an intense orgasm. Her movements became fiercer, bringing her clitoris down hard against my pubic bone as she rose to the crest, becoming slower and gentler as she careened down the other side. She leaned forward and bit the skin of my shoulder to stifle the deep moan that erupted from within her, the slight pain doing nothing to diminish my arousal. A silent exchange passed between us and we moved around until she was on the bottom and I was positioned between her legs, my cock nudging the entrance to her vagina. She reached down and took hold of me, rubbing my head up and down to spread her juices around. A small nod and I pushed past her lips and inside up to the hilt. The smile that I had come to enjoy grew wider and I couldn't help but mirror her. Withdrawing until I was almost out I pushed back in deep, repeating the motion, gathering speed until I had a smooth rhythm going, racing towards a memorable finish. Muscles that hadn't been used in such ways before began to complain but I stubbornly ignored them. This was feeling too damn good to stop because of minor discomfort. I became aware of a gentle creaking noise that coincided with my thrusts and I was hard pressed to stop a giggle escaping me. The suspension was telling me what it thought of this new and vigorous strain put upon it. A quick count of how many utes were parked around me almost had me laughing again. 'Screw 'em' I decided and renewed the intensity of my motions, which had Elise crying out and grasping at the seats behind her head. The familiar flutter of an orgasm in the works raced through my groin and I knew I would explode in the next few strokes. Sure enough on the third thrust a wave of pleasure crashed into me, sending me tumbling about, ripping the breath from my chest and rendering me immobile. It seemed like an hour passed before I returned to my body and my mind returned to normal operating conditions, providing me with a backlog of sensations. My rapidly shrinking erection still inside Elise. My head brushing the roof from when I had unconsciously thrown it back. My feet cramping due to my toes being curled so tightly. The sheets crumpled up in my fists. The huge smile on Elise's face. I slid out of her and pulled the condom off, knotting it up and tossing it into the rubbish bag in the front of the car. Lying down next to her I pulled the blankets over us and lay an arm over her stomach, idly brushing her skin with my thumb. I drifted off to sleep with one thought prominent in my mind: That was the best night of my life. So far... Ridden "Thirty spanks . . . twenty spanks. . ." The red cars took all of Laura's attention. Not only was she finding them, she was winning. She wondered what would happen if she made it to zero. Afterwards, could she find more cars and perhaps . . . dare she hope? Could she spank Kim? "Looks like someone has a fan," Kim said, but Laura was paid her no mind. She was too busy looking for red cars. "I *said* it looks like someone has a fan." "What?" Laura said. Then she spied the man staring at her. "Oh!" Laura cried, when she traced his lecherous stare back to her very bare crotch. "Don't you dare let go," warned Kim. Poor Laura had no idea what to do. She yearned to disobey Kim, to let go of her elbows and pull down her skirt, yet the sound of Kim's voice was so authoritative, it touched something deep inside, something that commanded that she obey. She did the only thing she could; she crossed her long legs modestly and turned away from the window. Kim took advantage of Laura's embarrassment and quickly began counting out red cars. Laura was trapped, there was no way for her to keep up, without turning around, and turning around meant possibly exposing herself if someone pulled up. "Fifty spanks - sixty spanks - seventy spanks," Kim said. She reached over and placed her hand on her classmate's thigh. "Wow, your ass is going to be so red when I'm done with you. Can you even imagine what it will feel like?" The dark-haired girl shifted uneasily in her seat. The hand on her thigh felt hot, and it was also invading her personal space. She couldn't help but think about how close it was to her bare sex. Part of her wanted to pull away, in order to escape the dangerous feelings she was having. Yet, she knew that if she did, Kim might started adding up more spanks. "It's going to hurt," Laura said, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Oh yeah, it's really going to smart," Kim said, and then paused. "Hey Laura, did you see the look on that guy's face when he saw your pussy?" "Yes." The look of his face would forever be etched in Laura's memory. He had seen her privates. He must probably think that she was some sort of hussy for riding around in a car with her bare sex exposed. What would happen if she ran into him somewhere? Laura's cheeks burned at the thought, but deep inside, she felt a shiver of pleasure run through her sex. "I'll tell you what," Kim reached over and put her hand on Laura's knee. "If you uncross your legs, we can stop playing the game." The hand on Laura's knee felt hot. The way it touched her was so ... possessive. She found herself responding to the touch. Laura glanced around. There were no lecherous men gazing at her. Only her new friend Kim. Her legs parted, and then spread, obediently displaying her privates to Kim. "Ewwww...I see what he was so excited about," Kim said. "Or should I say what you are excited about." Laura followed her friends gaze down, down to her nest of curly dark hair, oh God, down to moist pink lips and an erect clit. Her legs involuntarily pulled together. "Did I say you could close them?" Laura shook her head. The hand on her knee pulled her legs back open. She knew she should not allow herself to be manipulated in this manner, yet she found herself willingly submitting to her classmate. "Besides, I don't mind," said Kim. "I think it's cool." The cool wind blowing from the open windows made Laura even more aware of her near nakedness. Her nipples had hardened into tiny daggers sticking from her shirt and nectar flowed from her aroused sex. Kim's hand stayed on her thigh. The contact was casual, and yet Laura kept thinking, wondering if it were somehow moving closer to her sex. It seemed like forever before they finally reached Kim's house. ******** "Let's go skinny dipping today," Kim said, as she led Laura to the back patio, twirling Laura's panties around her finger the whole time. "What if your mom comes home?" Laura asked. "She won't. She never does." "I don't know. . ." Laura hesitated. "Oh come on, don't be such a chicken shit," Kim said. "Besides, I do it with my other friends all the time." "Okay I guess." Laura wasn't very happy about the thought of parading around outside with nothing on, but she knew that popular girls like Kim did things like this, and when in Rome. . . "Go ahead, strip off and get in the pool" Kim said. "I'm going back inside and get some sunscreen." Kim pretended to be nonchalant about having her naked classmate disrobing in her yard. She even closed the door behind her without looking back. However, she quickly went to the window and peaked out. Watching as her friend took off all her clothes, casting wary eyes around the yard and toward the house. Watched as she slid trembling into the cold water of the pool. Laura waded in the pool, looking expectantly at the back of the house waiting for Kim's return. The back door opened and Kim stepped out. To Laura's dismay the pretty blonde was dressed in a bright yellow two piece bikini. She had been tricked! Laura contemplated running and putting on her clothes. But, to do so, she would have to leave the partial safety of the water. "I thought you said we were skinny dipping?" "You are," Kim laughed. "You're skinny and now you're dipping." Laura watched in horror as Kim picked up her clothes. "What are these laying around her for? I'll be right back." "No!" shouted Laura. She climbed out of the pool, and darted out after her classmate as she ran to the house with her clothes. She was too late. She stood cold, shivering, and dripping water. Locked outside. Her clothes inside with her smiling classmate, taunting her from behind the glass doors. "Won't mom be surprised when she comes home and sees a naked girl in the backyard?" "Not funny," Laura said. "Give me back my clothes." "You could run around front," Kim said. "I believe the front door is unlocked." For one thing, Laura didn't trust her devilish new friend. For another, she couldn't bare the thought of running naked into the front yard in view of all who passed on the street. "Please. . ." Laura begged. Kim kept smiling as she brought something up to her eye. It took a second for Laura to realize what it was. Then it flashed. A camera. It flashed again and again. "Eeek!" Laura squealed, running back toward the safety of the pool and diving in. This time Kim followed along behind, doing her best to capture a record of her friend's cute naked posterior. She put the camera down on the table, and took off her flip flops and shades. "Oh you want to play in the pool, is that it?" She dived gracefully after. Laura saw this as her best chance to get the camera. She swam for the ladder, but just as she clutched it, Kim grabbed her from behind. "Watcha doin?" asked Kim. "Nothing." "Come back in the water and play." "I need to get something." The camera. She kept tightly hold of the ladder, and twisted to dislodge Kim's grip on her waist. "You want to wrestle?" Kim teased. "Is that it?" A well placed tickle to her ribs, and Laura was forced to let go of the ladder. She felt like a rag doll to her larger classmate. Kim was not only taller, bigger, and better developed, she was also stronger. Laura found herself dunked repeatedly, manhandled, hugged, tickled, and touched. Somewhere in all the struggles, got a measure of revenge and managed to pull Kim's top off. This turned into more of a curse than a blessing, as she repeatedly found herself with her face caught between her classmate's two large orbs. Her arms were held, pinned by the larger girl to either side of her. Her legs were wrapped around Kim and squeezing vainly in an attempt to get out of her predicament. She found the feeling of helplessness rather erotic. She felt a stab of pleasure in her sex. "You give up?" Kim asked. Laura gazed up at her classmate. Heart pounding in her chest, she almost hoped that Kim would kiss her. "Yes." "Who's the winner?" "You are." Laura bit her lip. She wondered if Kim was aware how turned on she was right now, with her crotch pressed against her friend's stomach. "And who's your daddy?" Laura tried not to stare at the half-dollar size nipples so close to her face. The nipples were erect and Laura wondered if it was from the cool spring air or arousal. "You're turning red," Kim said. "Let's get some sunscreen on you. I don't want you to get burned." Laura wondered if it were the sun causing her flushed skin or her arousal. She was perfectly okay with it being attributed to the sun. "Go get my top." Kim said, and swam to the steps, going right by her top. Laura followed along, grabbed the bright yellow top, and made her way out of the pool. "Thanks," Kim said, taking the top, and placing it on the table. She handed Laura her glasses to put back on. Next, Kim picked up a bottle of sunscreen and squirted some into her palm. "Here. Let's make sure you don't get burned." With that she moved behind Laura and began spread sunscreen on the slender girl's shoulders and moved on to her arms. "I can do it," Laura protested, as Kim moved on to her back. "I don't mind." Kim did Laura's back, yet skipped her bottom, instead coating her long slim legs. "Besides, I can put it places you would never be able to reach." Laura was shy about having her new friend's hands touching her in so many strange places. Even more shy when those same hands touched the forbidden flesh of her bottom and began to kneed. It felt nice. It felt really nice. "Oh!" Laura gasped. An errant finger slipped between the cheeks of her bottom. The oily digit met no resistance even as it sank into Laura's tight asshole. "See," Kim said. "Like I said. Places you would never reach." "I don't think we should," Laura said, but made no move to stop the other girl's advances. The played momentarily with her virgin rosebud. Kim stood up and pulled Laura tight. Their two bodies fit together like a glove. Reaching around her, Kim continued to cover Laura with sunscreen, first her breasts, down her stomach, and then her thighs. Laura watched expectantly. Kim's tanned hands moved up and down her ivory skin, closer and closer to her sex. Laura spread her legs and gave a silent prayer that they would touch her honey pot. "Oh. . ." Not a gasp this time, instead Laura gave a throaty moan as Kim made first contact with her hot horny sex. "You're beautiful," Kim whispered in Laura's ear. She thinks I'm beautiful. Laura couldn't believe those words. No one had ever said that to her before. Sweet or cute, but never beautiful. "You're supposed to say thank you when someone pays you a compliment." "Thank you," Laura said breathlessly, as Kim continued her ministration on her sex. "Will you pose for me? Say you will. You're so pretty. Please-please-pretty please." Laura found herself saying yes. Those teasing fingers would have made her say anything, and then those fingers were gone. She shivered when she realized what she had agreed to. She turned just as Kim picked up the camera. "Wait!" Laura said. One hand flew down to her crotch and the other covered her small breasts. There was a flash from the camera. "Oh that's perfect!" Kim said. The camera flashed again. "Kim," Laura said, keeping her hands firmly over her privates. "I don't know about this." "Oh, that blush is absolutely stunning," Kim continued. "You could be a model. You could be in any magazine you wanted. Sit on the lounge for me please." The compliments had their intended effect. They steamrolled what was left of Laura's resistance. "Perfect. Perfect," Kim said. "Now spread your fingers, and let your nipple peak out." It was terrifying. Laura focused intently on her friend's mouth, and opened her fingers, displaying a hard pink nipple. She looked for a smirk, or some sign of laughter. There were none. "Beautiful - beautiful," Kim said, while the camera continued to flash. "Now drop it and cross your legs. Look over to the side." The fear that had taken hold of Laura began to loosen its grip. Kim appeared earnest. That realization gave her more confidence, while she continued to pose for her new friend. The first pictures were innocent, but they steadily grew more erotic. "You are so hot," Kim said. "Wow, you are turning me on. Spread your legs. That's it. Wider wider. Reach down and spread it apart. Show me that hot pussy." Laura grew uneasy, even as she reached down and spread her nether lips. The other pictures were one thing, but this picture. If this picture ever got out, she would be ruined. "Promise me you won't show this to anyone," Laura said. Kim sat down at Laura's side. "Shhhhh. . ." she whispered and gave Laura a kiss. She took Laura's hand and moved it down to her sex, coaxing her to masturbate. "You know what would turn me on even more?" It took a few tries but eventually the slender girl began to caress her very wet sex. Kim moved away, held the camera to her eye, and took another picture. "You are too sexy for words," she said. "Promise?" Laura begged. "Promise you'll never show anyone." "No," Kim said. "I won't promise. I want you to always wonder. Doesn't that turn you on?" "No," Laura said, but it was a lie. Though the thought of someone else seeing the pictures was terrifying, it was also incredibly arousing. "Are you close to coming?" Kim asked. Laura's fingers worked her clit. With her other hand she pinched her hard nipples. "Yes," she moaned. "Stop," Laura said, but Laura kept going, strumming her clit even faster. "I said stop!" Kim grabbed Laura's wrist and pulled her hand away. "I'm so close," Laura begged. "Please?" "No," Kim said. "I want one more picture of you like that. Hungry and horny." "Perfect," Kim said and took one final picture. It was one of the best. It was a closing picture of Laura's transformation from shy teen, to a sex starved slut. "Okay," Kim said, picking up her top. "Let's go in now. I haven't forgotten your spanking, you know. How many did I say it was?" Oh God, the spanking. Laura had forgotten all about that during all the events at the pool. The thought of it sent a shiver a pleasure through her body. "Seventy spanks." She wondered how she would ever manage them all. "Where are my clothes?" Laura asked, as the girls went back in the house. "Don't you worry about those right now," Kim said. "You've got other things to worry about, like you spanking. How would you like to reduce the number of spanks . . . to say . . . half." "Yes," Laura replied meekly. "Then follow me to my mom's room." Laura followed behind her new friend and waited patiently while Kim dug around through her mother's closet. Laura had never seen such a nice room or so many clothes in her life. Kim's mother had at least a hundred pairs of shoes. It was amazing. "Here, put these on." Kim tossed a pair of heels to Laura's feet. Laura was willing, but not necessarily able. The heels were very high, consisting of nothing more than a three inch platform and several black leather straps, the last of which buckled around her ankle. Once she had them buckled on, she couldn't even stand up without assistance. "Oh, I don't know about these Kim," Laura said, arms out to her sides, toes pointed in, while trying to keep from teetering over in the too tall heels. "God you are sexy," Kim said, ignoring Laura's protests. "Turn around for me." Kim's compliments had a way of making Laura feel less like a gangly geek and more like a desirable young woman. She looked up at Kim from beneath her dark damp bangs and bit her lip. Her cheeks burned a rich crimson. Her oily body shimmered in the light from the window. Naked but for a pair of stiletto heels, she turned in a circle, displaying her lean body to the hungry gaze of her new friend. "Awesome," Kim said. "Now follow me." Kim stopped briefly by her room and put on a short robe, that served to cover her naked breasts, but left her legs exposed. Then she led Laura to the living room and dragged a vacuum cleaner out of the hall closet. "I want you to vacuum the living room and the dining room floors," Kim said. "And then I want you to sweep the kitchen and breakfast room." Kim left the room and Laura switched on the vacuum and began cleaning the floor. It felt strange to be doing such servile labor in someone else's home. Yet, there as an erotic submission to the act that was oddly disquieting. The vacuum was loud and Laura didn't see Kim enter the room. Didn't see long handled wooden spoon she carried hidden behind her back. Was caught totally unaware when it came down on the left cheek of her bottom. "Yeow!" Laura cried, dropping the handle to the vacuum, and then dancing around, while rubbing her painfully smarting bottom. Kim pointed the spoon at the dropped vacuum handle. "That's one," she said. "Now get back to work." Laura squatted to pick up the vacuum, but Kim stopped her. "No," Kim said. "Stand back up. Now, bend down again, but from the waist. Keep your legs straight." Laura bent back down from her waist this time. Aware the whole time she was doing so that this position left her bottom would be totally unprotected. She braced her body as best she could for the spank that would obviously be coming, and prayed she wouldn't fall. The blow, when it fell, again, caught her totally by surprise. "Oh!" Laura yelped. Yes, she had expected it. No, the blow wasn't painful. It was that the flat of the spoon landed directly on the indented crater of her asshole. The shock of it sent erotic sensations dancing through her insides, while leaving her bottom hole clenching in consternation. The spoon traveled lower, the hollow of it cupping her sex, while Laura struggled to maintain her balance and pick up the handle of the vacuum cleaner. "Get back to work." Kim smacked the dark haired girl's tight bottom once again. Laura resumed her vacuuming. The task, while easy at first, had suddenly become much more difficult. Kim followed just behind her while she worked. The wooden spoon sometimes resting on the swell of her bottom, sometimes lovingly caressing her asscheeks, and other times traveling lower to prod her asshole or pussy. It was so very difficult to concentrate on the cleaning and on staying balanced in the too high heels, all the while sensations of pleasure and pain threatened to overwhelm her. Kim was having the time of her life playing with her new toy. The heels accentuated Laura's long lean legs and gave her bottom the most enticing swell. The perfect target. Laura's tight ass was now decorated with bright red oval welts. Kim followed along when Laura walked, swatting her on one cheek of her bottom and then the other. Encouraging her to wiggle and twitch in a most provocative manner. And whenever Kim would slip the spoon between Laura's shiny wet thighs and move it back and forth over the pink lips of her sex, Laura would give a lovely moan, and look back at Kim large dark doe eyes that said, 'Fuck me. I'm yours.' When Laura finished vacuuming, Kim put her to work sweeping the kitchen floor. By this time, Kim had taken off her robe, and had one hand in her panties stroking her sex. She held the spoon in the other hand, following along behind Laura, smacking her on the ass. The spanks had ceased being playful. These were hard loud and increasingly painful licks. "You bad bad girl," Kim said, her voice thick and husky. "You're strutting like a whore. A sexpot. You think I don't see your bad girl pussy leaking? Oh I see it alright." Laura groaned with every blow. Her ass moved from one side with every step, and this in turn caused her even more consternation when Kim called her a whore for merely attempting to escape the painful licks. Ridden Kim had all she could take. The sight of Laura wiggling and squirming, her red welted ass, her wet thighs, along with the prodding from her own fingers had served to take Kim to the brink of orgasm. She wanted it. She wanted it with Laura. Wanted to fuck her. "Fuck, I've got to have you," Kim moaned, quickly stepping out of her panties, and knocking the broom from Laura's grip. She grabbed Laura and pulled her into a tight embrace. Their mouths sought out one another. Their tongues danced. Each one rode the silky smooth leg of the other. Laura found herself kissing another girl for the first time ever. It was wonderful. The way Kim looked at her with those hungry eyes, the way she was devoured by her kisses, and even the way she had to submit to spankings and other deprivations; Laura wasn't sure how, but she had fallen in love. After spinning Laura around, Kim broke their embrace and slid back onto the kitchen counter. She leaned back, her hands supporting her weight from the back and her pussy perched at the corner where the two counters met. "You want me?" Kim asked. "Yes," Laura replied, her tongue darting out and licking her full lips. She moved back in for another kiss. Kim raised her legs and placed one feet against Laura's chest, forcing the other girl to keep her distance. "Do you really really want me?" Kim teased. With the toes of one foot she pinched the puffy nipple of her classmate, while her other foot moved up to Laura's mouth, her toes trying to work their way between her lips. Laura's insides quivered. Her mind told her this was wrong. Not only was she doing these deviant acts, she was doing them with another girl. But her body - her body knew better. "Yes," Laura moaned. She opened her lips and accepted Kim's grimy toe into her mouth. And it was grimy. The souls of her feet were dark from walking barefoot over the kitchen floor while Laura was sweeping. Laura didn't mind. She sucked on Kim's big toe, kissing it lovingly, and then opened her mouth wider until she had accepted the point of Kim's foot. "Fuck," Kim groaned. Placing a foot on each counter, she spread her thighs wide, baring the curly blonde hair of her damp pubes. "Suck me. Suck my pussy." Laura leaned over her blonde classmate and kissed her. She moved down, kissing her neck, further down to her large full breasts, her dark areolas, and finally to her thick hardened nipples. "Now, oh God now," Kim moaned, her hips thrusting for contact. "Suck my pussy Laura. I can't wait any longer." Laura moved down Kim's body to her very wet sex. She couldn't help but hesitate. The games, the spanking, the kissing, came close, but none of them engendered the same fear that she felt at this moment. Just one kiss, and from this moment on, she would have had sex with another girl. And that was a sin. She could feel Kim's hands running through her hair, could hear Kim cooing to her, urging her on. The scent of sex filled the air. Laura moved closer, pressed her lips to dark pink lips of Kim's sex and kissed. Laura worried that she wouldn't know what to do, but Kim was very vocal in what she wanted. "Lick me. Faster. Mmmm...like that. Now my clit. Stick your fingers in me. Suck my pussy. Suck it." It wasn't easy keeping up with the orders. Not with Kim pulling her head so tight while pumping and gyrating her hips. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Kim moaned, her legs trembling. "Fuck I'm coming." After her orgasm subsided, Kim pulled Laura up for one final lingering kiss. "Now, it's your turn." she said, lifting her classmate by the hips, and helping her onto the still warm counter. "I've just got to play with these cute little titties," Kim said, giving them a playful tweak, and then opening a kitchen drawer and rummaging around. She pulled out a pair of salad tongs, and showed them to her apprehensive classmate. Laura shivered, as her sensitive nubs were pinched and pulled by the cold metal tongs. "Oh God," she moaned as they moved lower to her sex, pulling at her labia and her thick erect clit. "I can't wait to taste you," Kim said, before plunging a finger into Laura's wet willing sex, and then tasting the glistening nectar. "Mmmmmm," Kim moaned, her lips puckering around her index finger. "You taste sweet - like honey." Kim rummaged around in the open drawer again, this time coming out with a wicked knife. "You trust me?" she asked. Laura's eyes widened in apprehension. "Yes," she breathed. Kim tested her classmate's convictions by tracing the knifepoint along Laura's neck, down to her breasts, and even to her most intimate areas. "Please," Laura moaned. The knife. The power games. The had taken their toll. She wanted it. Needed it. "Please, what?" Kim teased. "Fuck me," Laura said. "Please fuck me." Kim placed the knife on the counter and squatted down before Laura's spread legs. "Like this?" she asked, running her tongue through the contours of Laura's wet sex. "Oh yes," Laura groaned, pumping her hips to meet Kim's touch. "Oh fuck, that feels so good." Kim stood back up and smiled, causing her dimples to stand out on her newly dampened cheeks. "I don't think so," she said. "You still owe me a spanking." Kim returned to the open drawer one final time, this time coming out with a large metal spoon. "Spread your legs," Kim ordered. "Wider." Laura spread her legs as far as she could. The black heels waved uncertainly in the air. "I said wider." Kim struck the inner part of Laura's thighs with the flat of the spoon leaving an oval welt in its wake. "Ouch. . ." Laura bit her lip in consternation. Giving up any pretense of modesty, she leaned all the way back on the counter, her neck and shoulder bent due to placement of the microwave oven. She opened her trembling legs as wide as they would go, causing the cords of her tendons to stick out where they joined her thighs, and also causing her pubic mound to swell obscenely. Kim slid the cold metal spoon through Laura's vulnerable sex. "You like that? Does that feel nice?" "Uh - huh," Laura said with uncertainty. Then Kim took the spoon and began lightly tapping the mouth of Laura's sex with it. The blows grew faster. "How about this?" Kim said. "You like this?" "Yes," Laura answered. But in truth, the light tapping was maddening. The blows were far too light to derive any satisfaction, yet every time the spoon made contact with the mouth of her sex; it made her yearn for more. "You want more?" "Yes." "Harder?" "Oh God, yes." Kim slowed the pace of the tapping spoon. But as the pace slowed, the blows grew harder. Every blow was now punctuated with an audible and very wet sounding splat. "You bad girl," Kim said. "I'm spanking your bad girl cunt." "Oh fuck!" Laura gasped. Every blow caused her lean thighs to jump involuntarily. "I want to hear you say it," Kim said. "Tell me you're my bad girl, and beg me to spank your naughty cunt." "I'm a - I'm your," Laura began. "Wait." Kim stopped spanking Laura, and instead spread her classmate's legs wider. "Now say it." It was harder now, so much harder to say. When she was being spanked, Laura was ready to admit to anything. Now, she was overwhelmed by doubts. By embarrassment. But the aching yearning in her sex won out. "I'm your - bad girl," Laura said. And she was a bad girl. She knew it. She tilted her pelvis. She felt obscene. "Spank my naughty cunt." Kim brought the spoon down. Splat. Wet nectar splattered to Laura's stomach and thighs. Her legs jumped. "Say it again." "I'm your bad girl." Splat! "Spank my naughty cunt." Splat! "Again." Again and again she said it. Laura's body twisted and gyrated under the onslaught. A small tiny spoon. She would have never imagined how strong it was. How it could fit to her body like it was made for it. With each blow, the weight of the spoon felt heavier and heavier. The spanks grew painful. There was no denying that they hurt. Her lips and clit ached. They throbbed. Occasionally the blows were hard enough to cause Laura to squeal and her legs to involuntarily close together. Time and time again she had to steel herself, and spread them again. Yet there was no denying that there was pleasure to be found. There was oh so much pleasure. There deep in her cunt a need grew. The need grew to a yearning-the yearning to a welling. Laura felt a hot sensation start at her extremities and move to the center of her being. She felt the need to pee, but there was no way she could stop. "Ghnnuuggg. . ." she grunted - her toes curling - her white-knuckled fingers digging into edge of the countertop. A jet of girl cum surged from her sex, splattering on Kim's face and breasts. She was startled at first, but quickly dropped her spoon and thrust two fingers into her friends sex and fucked her - riding her until her climax was complete. "Fuck-in-a," Kim said. Her tongue snaked out and tasted some of the evidence of Laura's explosive climax. "You squirted. That was so fucking cool!" Kim stood up and took Laura's hands. "Come on. We've got to get this cleaned up before my mom gets home." Laura's eyelids fluttered open. She didn't know if she could move much less stand. The two girls worked to put everything back in order. "You want a ride tomorrow?" Kim asked. "Yes," Laura said. "I'd like that. I'd like it a lot." Kim reached over and pushed a stray lock of Laura's matted hair behind her ear. "You can hang out with me tomorrow if you want - with the cool girls. Just don't go all goo-goo eyed on me. No one can know about this, okay? This is our little secret." "Okay," Laura said. She had no idea how she would keep her feelings from showing, when just looking at her made her knees week. But she knew there was no way she could pass up a chance to be around her new best friend. "And no panties." Kim palmed Laura's pussy possessively, slipped a finger in, "To remind your bad girl cunt belongs to me." "And this hot ass is mine too." Kim withdrew her finger, and then wormed the newly wetted digit into her Laura's tight ass. "You got that?" "Yes." Laura replied automatically. "I'm going to do a lot of bad things to you," Kim said, tweaking an already tender nipple. "And you are going to love every one of them." Laura gazed lovingly into Kim's hungry eyes and lost herself. The End Riddick My eyes fly open fear chasing me to consciousness. I struggle with my buckles pulling free from my nightmares. I try to control my rapid breathing so not to wake the others. My skin is slick with sweat from the warm metal ship. I run my hands over my hair still tightly wrapped up with a hair tie and look around at the other bounty hunters. Then my eyes land on him. Our latest pick up. His reward is higher than any other I have seen, if we bring him back dead. But his price doubles if we keep him alive. There is not one planet that doesn't want him. I watch him sleep tied and bound to a chair, both arms extended out away from him. I slowly walk forward, drawn to him. I bend down over him taking in his sight and smell. Starting at the base of his tight black tank top Just inches away I run my face and hands over his stomach and chest bringing myself closer to him. I turn to look at the other men, waiting for one of them to stir or wake. When none of them move I turn back to the fugitive, my hands draw closer but don't touch his sweaty, muscular shoulders as I straddle his right leg. I bring my face to his, still not touching him in fear he will wake up and bring my hands to his face. My hands explore him without touching and I bite my lip feeling the danger and excitement stir in me. I look from his clean shaven face and head, to his sculpted lips, then to his black goggles. The folk lore that surrounds him is that he can see in the dark. He made a deal with some prison doctor to fix his eyes so he can see people sneaking up on him at night. The only down side is light sensitivity causing him to wear the black round glasses, secured around his head by a black band. I bring my fingers around each eye and slowly lift them moving them up on top of his head. Suddenly his eyes open exposing the glossy silvery color. I hold back a shriek and try to pull away bringing my hands to the pipes above me but his legs close around mine holding me in place. Fear courses through me but my eyes are locked on his. "Do you know you grind you teeth in your sleep?" He asks me with a low rough voice. Fear and desire course through my body at his voice. The muscles in his arms strain as he leans forward with a smile. "Sexy." My lips part in disbelief and for a moment I am completely lost in that one word. Heat radiates in me and my skin starts to burn where his legs are holding me captive. My hands fall away from the pipes as I lean forward bringing my lips to his before I can think of what I am doing. I wrap my arms around his neck and run my fingers over the hard muscles of his back. Our lips connect and our bodies press together. His lips are gritty and taste of sweat and blood, but I love it. My lips part and his tongue presses into my mouth. I lift my leg from between his and straddle his waste, sitting on top of his growing passion. My hands leave his back and slid under his shirt feeling his every muscle, slowly I pull up his shirt. I break my lips away from his and run my tongue along his neck kissing his jaw. His head tips back and his arms pull on the tight restraints. The rattling of the chains clears my foggy head and I look to his face. Reality sets in and I realize what I am doing. I force my hands to leave his skin and his head lifts as I recoil from him. I pull down his shirt and step away from him looking to the other men. I run my hands over my hair again feeling over heated. "All still sound asleep." He growls at me, catching me in his constraining gaze. I take in a sharp breath fighting the urge to jump him. Heat still courses through me and sweat runs down the back of my neck, but I turn away and return to my sleep chamber thinking of the money.