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Kindling Ch. 01

By: cafetray



Because the driveway met the road at something just less than 180 degrees, the jeep took the turn slow and wide. The driveway itself was narrow and it took a little back and forth to get things lined up right. Once that was done, the vehicle crawled its way up the steep hill.

"Almost there," Edith announced to the other three women, who simply groaned. The drive had been almost three and a half hours, and they'd done it with only one quick stop for gas.

The jeep finally stopped in front of a tiny red cabin set on the far edge of a clearing. A think forest of pine and birch surrounded them, with only the space for the drive way and a path down the hill to the water. There was no one else for miles. The four stumbled out of the jeep and stretched their shaky legs.

"Where's that Indian reservation you were talking about?" Anne asked as she came around the back of the jeep.

"Across the bay and over the ridge. Maybe later tonight we'll head over and find a couple good lookin' braves to party with," Edith leered. "You can set that up, right Lily?"

Actually no, Lily thought to herself. First of all, she was only half Lakota. She didn't even speak the language. Second, she'd been adopted when she was three months old and had lived her entire life in the city. This was her first camping trip, but she shrugged and grinned like she knew something the pale face didn't.

"God Edith, you're awful," Sharon scolded as she pulled her light brown hair back with an elastic. Edith only laughed.

Lily knew what Edith had said was probably racist, just as she knew there wasn't a racist bone in Edith's body. It was just the way her circle of friends worked. Lily caught it for being Native American even though she was only half so. Anne caught it for being a dumb blond though she had a Masters Degree from Northwestern. Edith caught it for being a bitchy redhead, though she was more a "take no shit" kind of bitch than a "make everyone miserable" kind. Sharon caught it more than the other three put together, though she gave better than she got. Anne bolted for the bathroom and Sharon wandered around aimlessly, taking everything in, so Lily stayed behind to help unpack. Gear, suitcases and coolers piled up quickly.

"Where'd you get your stuff?" Edith asked.

"Loaners from Hazel," Lily answered as she tugged on and especially heavy cooler. She was pretty sure that was the one with the booze in it.

"Did you guys hear about Hazel?" Sharon chose this moment to wander back. "She dumped Ron!"

"Why?" Edith sounded truly shocked.

Sharon's voice dropped, "She went lesbo. Can you believe it?"

Lily could. She'd gone to Hazel's the day before to pick up the gear, Hazel gave it over and invited her in. Then she'd made a pass at Lily, a good one. Lily had been surprised how tempted she'd been, which wasn't the same as saying she'd wanted to. It was just shocking how much thought she gave it before saying "No" and getting out of there. She wasn't looking forward to getting the stuff back to Hazel.

"Gross," Edit spat and with a final pull the last of the stuff was removed from the jeep.

The four went inside to change. The cabin had a bedroom and bathroom and a small kitchen space. There was only one bed, and it wasn't big enough for four, so everyone would crash that night outside in their sleeping bags. But there was room enough to store clothes and change. Swimsuits went under t-shirts and shorts. Fleece went over everything because Edith warned even though the air was warm it would get cool on the water, especially if the wind was up. They wrestled a chest of wine coolers down to the dock and got it on the boat with a little difficulty. After a nervous few minutes where it seemed the boat's motor might not turn over, they were on their way.

Edit navigated the boat out of the bay with casual ease; she'd been coming to the cabin since she was a kid. Once clear of the bay, she made for the middle of the big lake. There'd be fewer fishermen out there, which meant there'd be fewer guys hassling them. They'd be able to relax.

The relaxation was assisted greatly by the rocking of the boat on the waves and the wine coolers. There wasn't room to properly lie out, so everyone stripped to their suits, took a seat and spread out as much as space would allow. They chatted, they gossiped and they requested drinks from whoever happened to be closest to the cooler at the moment. Mostly, they soaked up the sun and enjoyed the contrast between the hot air and the cool lake breezes.

Edit plotted the boat to the only town of note on the lake, which was about as far from the cabin as it possibly could be. They took a late lunch, picked up some groceries and did a little souvenir shopping. The wind had picked up by the time they returned to the boat, and they were motoring into the teeth of it. Between that and the chop on the lake it was almost an hour before they got back to the cabin. Edith sent the other three up the hill to get dinner ready while she tied up the boat for the night. Lily was shocked to see it was almost 6:30p already. She did the prep work while Anne did the grilling. Sharon walked the grounds gathering wood for the campfire. By 8p, everything was just about ready. Between the height of the trees that surrounded them and the lateness of the summer, Lily needed a flashlight to find her way back down the hill to the dock. The water was flat and perfectly mirrored the full moon rising over the ridge on the other side of the bay. Edith sat at the end of the dock, casting out a line and slowly reeling it back in.

"It's beautiful up here," Lily marveled.

"Isn't it, though?"

"You catch anything?"

Edith reeled in one last time, "I have never, ever, caught anything at the end of this dock."

"Then why do you fish from there?"

Edith smiled, "Because it's about fishing, not necessarily about catching fish."

Edith lay the rod down. The walk back to the cabin seemed darker than the walk down. The two held hands as Lily led the way with the flashlight.

"I can't believe that about Hazel," Edith grumbled.

"Well, if that's how she wants to live her life, then that's her business," Lily replied. "Better Ron find out about it now than later."

"Whatever," Edith sounded like someone betrayed.

"So, I take it you never ... you know ..."

It took Edith only a moment to figure out what "you know" meant. "God no! Of course not. You?"

"No," Lily said firmly, "never."

Everyone knew Anne's main contribution to the trip would be her skill with the grill and on this night she didn't disappoint. Everyone went back for seconds of the chicken and the salad bowl had been picked clean. The only problem with the dinner had been the camp fire Sharon had tried her best to build; it gave off tremendous amounts of smoke which blew in everyone's face but produced little in the way of flame or heat.

"The wood's wet," Edith explained after dropping the dishes off in the cabin. "Must have rained up here in the past few days."

"What can we do?" Anne asked.

"Not much, really. Either wait for the wood to dry, which won't happen tonight, or find some dry wood, which might be kind of tough."

"I know," Lily said. She ran to the cabin and returned with a large paper bag.

"What's that?" Sharon asked.

"Hazel gave them to me. She said to throw a handful on the fire to get it really going."

She reached into the bag and pulled out an irregularly shaped wood chip, about the size of a quarter. Edith held out her hand and Lily tossed her the chip. It was smooth, shiny and red/brown, like polished mahogany, though Edith know no one would be foolish enough to turn mahogany into wood chips. It was surprisingly heavy. She held it up and gave it an experimental sniff. Nothing.

"What did she say these were called?"

"She didn't."

Edith shrugged, "Throw some on, what can it hurt? If we can't get the fire going a little more, it's going to be a cold night."

She tossed the chip into the center of the flames. Lily followed with a handful more and sat down on her sleeping bag next to Edith. On the other side of the fire she saw Anne and Sharon who watched to see if anything would happen.

It did. The flames began to spark and pop as if dry pine needles had been tossed on, then a jet of flame leapt six feet into the air.

"Woah!" the four women chorused.

"Now that's a fire!" Anne said in her best Eddie Murphy impersonation.

The flames settled down to a healthy three feet above the pit. Lily stared into the flames as she let its warmth envelope her. She'd always found staring into a fire so relaxing. This one had not only the usual read and yellow and orange licks, but also jets of blue and even green. It was so pretty, pretty, pretty. She lifted her suddenly heavy head ... the wine coolers were hitting her hard. Anne, Edith and Sharon were staring intently into the fire. She let her eyes fall back there as well.

"Do you smell that?" Sharon asked. She sounded very far away. Lily managed to tear her eyes from the flame. She had no idea how long she'd been looking at the fire, but it had turned much darker. The stars looked like drops of white paint flecked against an immutably black wall. Lily breathed in deeply through her nose, as did the others. Soon their chests rose and fell in unison.

"Smells like pine," Sharon said dreamily.

"Leather."

"Fresh laundry."

"Oranges," Lily sighed. She thought it was strange they'd all registered such different smells, but it seemed like such a small thing. Then Edith snuggled up against her, and she forgot all about it.

She just stared into the fire. It was a warm fire, warm enough for her to take off her fleece. Edith moved to allow Lily to take it off, and burrowed back into place when it was gone. Edith's body was also warm, almost as warm as the fire, which was getting warmer by the moment. It seemed to heat her from the inside out. She was starting to sweat. Her breath became shallower the warmer she became ... she was panting like a dog now. Edith held her close. From the top of her peripheral vision, she could see Anne and Sharon clutching at each other. Lily focused all her attention back to the fire. She was panting so hard now she was feeling faint.

And then the light headedness lifted. Lily's breathing returned to normal. She felt her eyes moving about, looking at everything and seeing nothing, like moving from total darkness to brilliant sunlight. She felt eyes on her. She looked down. Edith was staring at her breast and at the nipple poking conspicuously through her t-shirt. Edith stared at it, mouth agape, until she realized she was being watched. She looked up.

Lily could see the confusion and the desperation in her friend's eyes. Lily ran a hand through the short red hair, her palm coming to rest on Edith's cheek. She bent forward slowly, deliberately. She knew what she was doing, she wanted it to happen. She kissed Edith. Their tongues brushed lightly. They broke the kiss, then came together again, moths more open, more insistent.

Edith broke the kiss, her eyes returning to Lily's breasts. Words were not necessary. Her hand disappeared into the waistband of her shorts. Gripping her tee, she pulled it off and thrust her tits forward. Edith made a noise from deep in her throat that sounded like gratitude. With trembling hands she pulled the closest panel to Lily's bikini top aside and wrapped her lips around the turgid nipple. Lily sighed happily. Everything now felt so warm and right with Edith's mouth on her tits. She leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs slightly. She'd just let Edith do whatever she wanted. Without breaking her lip lock, Edith straddled Lily's leg and rubbed her crotch into the slightly raised knee.

Balancing on one arm now, Lily untied the string around her back, then the one around her neck. The top fell quickly away. Edith made a joyful cooing noise, pushed Lily onto her back, then stood up. Her sweatshirt and tee came off in one swift motion. Her own bikini top followed closely. Lily slid a hand into her shorts and she rubbed herself as Edith's body was exposed. Her friend had firm, medium sized breasts capped with nipples that, like Lily's, looked painfully long and hard. Even in the flickering camplight, she could see Edith's tight, furrowed abs. Edith's shorts and bottom also came off at once; as she slid them past her knees she broke into a smile. Lily followed her gaze.

Sharon was sitting in Anne's lap, her legs spread wide, grinding her pussy into Anne's. Her windbreaker was long gone and the shoulder straps of her one piece hung limply around her hips. Anne's mouth moved from one large, soft teat to the other, licking and sucking with passion. Sharon's soft, throaty moans let everyone know she liked what Anne was doing.

Edith was naked now, her milky white skin glowed in the low orange light. Her hairless cunt shimmered with moisture. It shocked and thrilled Lily to think of it as a cunt, but that's what it was; it was Edith's beautiful, tight, juicy cunt. She wanted her mouth on it, she wanted her tongue in it. Edith wanted something else.

Kneeling at Lily's feet, Edith gripped Lily's shorts at the hips and tugged them off. Next came the bikini bottom. Lily's fingers still danced in the folds of her needy pussy. Edith swatted the hand away and replaced it with her mouth.

There were no preliminaries, no gentle love bites, no tentativeness. Edith crammed her tongue into Lily, the bridge of her nose bumping against the swollen clit. This suited Lily fine; using her feet for leverage she fucked herself against Edith's face. Her hands held her breasts. She loved how full and heavy they felt. Her thumb and index finger pulled at the nipples. She grunted in time with Edith's mouth. Nearby she could hear the other two girls fucking like animals; she could hear Sharon moaning.

As the inevitability of orgasm began to dawn on Lily, Edith changed tactics, taking hold of Lily's clit with her teeth and sucking it into her mouth.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God! I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck, I'm gonna CUM!" Lily screamed. Her ass dropped back down to the sleeping bag, her head rolled to the side as though it had no connection to her body. She caught a glimpse of Anne sitting on Sharon's face, her large breasts flailing wildly as she thrust her hips. Edith was crawling up Lily's body now, and she pulled her friend away from the sight. The two kissed fiercely.

"Inside," Edith gasped. Lily could hear Anne screaming out her release. "Get me inside and fuck me."

The two scrambled to their feet and ran for the cabin, bursting through the screen door. The door didn't immediately slam shut, and even though she didn't look back, Lily knew Sharon and Anne had followed them in. She threw Edith to the bed and as soon as the red head rolled on to her back, Lily dove in. Edith's pussy was tangy and sweet all at the same time. Lily ate it as though she were starving which, in a sense, she was. The bed shook violently as Sharon landed on it. Lily could feel Anne next to her, close by.

"Oh God! That's so GOOD! More ... more, please!" Edith begged in a full throated moan of complete ecstasy. Lily licked frantically, then sucked on the clit the way Edith had done to her. The redhead rolled on to her side and Lily moved to accommodate Edith's new position. Looking up, she saw Sharon had rolled also; she and Edith were kissing roughly, their hands in constant motion as they felt each other up. From the way Edith's body shook, Lily knew her friend had just cum, and cum hard. Her screams had been muffled by Sharon's mouth.

Lily stood up, wiped her mouth and licked Edith's juices from her hand. Edith's orgasm seemed to have jumped to Sharon. The brunette's head was now thrown back, she grunted a husky "Huuuhhh ... huuuhhh" as the sensations tore through her body. She clung to Edith, as though afraid to let go, but despite this anchor her body shook wildly. Lily pulled Anne away from Sharon's twat, threw her to the floor, then threw herself on top of her blond friend. Their kiss was of the vicious, hair pulling, nails against skin kind of lust.

"You pussy," Anne groaned. "Give me your pussy."

Lily pivoted, tongues touching cunt at precisely the same time instant. They licked each other fervently, while Sharon and Edith did God knows what. Lily couldn't see them, and she didn't care. All that mattered was the moment, and at that moment, all she saw was Anne's twat.

The next morning was awkward.

Lily woke to discover a naked Anne sharing her sleeping bag. She didn't remember going back outside, but she remembered bits and pieces of what they'd done once they got there. She slowly extracted herself from Anne's sleepy arms and legs and gathered up what she could find of her clothes.

Inside the cabin, Edith was already awake and brewing a pot of coffee. Sharon sat on the bed, wearing only an unhooked bra, looking stultified. They all went to pains to avoid acknowledging each other. At one point Edith and Lily reached for a single coffee cup at the same moment, and their hands touched. Both jerked back as if they'd been burned. Neither said anything, or looked at the other. Lily took a different mug, poured it full and went back outside. Anne was up now, and looking for her clothes. They pretended not to see each other.

Lily walked down to the dock and sat down, letting her feet dip into the cool water. Edith's fishing pole was still there. The events of the previous night spooled themselves out: How the night had seemed so normal, how things had spun so out of control, how she'd offered no resistance whatsoever, how it had all made her feel, how passionate and fulfilling it had been, how it made her wet just thinking about it. Then she noticed how close her free hand, the one not holding the coffee mug, had drifted to her suddenly heated puss; she understood, with perfect clarity, that she wanted it all to happen again, that she'd do anything to feel like that again. It worried her to think the other girls may not feel the same way. She finished her coffee.

She walked slowly back to the cabin, pondering her next steps, coming up with very little. As she went past the side window of the building, she took a peek inside. Sharon still sat on the bed, but her bra was off. One hand massaged her breast, the other was a blur as it worked between her legs. She was staring with longing at the bathroom door. Lily could hear the shower running. She could also hear the passionate mewling of two girls fucking under the flowing water. The wind had shifted; smoke from the smoldering campfire was drifting into the cabin. She could smell oranges again.

Lily walked to the fire pit. The paper bag was exactly where she'd left it. She reached inside, then tossed a handful of chips onto the cinders. The fire sputtered, then sparked back to life. Disrobing as she walked, she went back into the cabin and gently laid Sharon back down, on her side. She joined Sharon on the bed, laying herself on her side, her head resting on Sharon's thigh. Sharon's head nestled on her thigh. Slowly, gently, she began to kiss Sharon's labia, and Sharon did the same for her. Lily hoped they'd spend the rest of the trip just like this. She looked forward to getting the gear back to Hazel.

Kindling Ch. 02



Three of the four didn't leave the camp the rest of the weekend. None of them made it back to the boat, or into town. There'd be no fishing, or hiking or sunbathing for any of them. They went one girl to the next, trying new positions and techniques, fucking to the point of exhaustion. There were no illusions or misconceptions; they weren't "making love" though they loved what the other girls did to them. It was fucking. It was wonderful. They stopped only to eat, to bathe and to sleep.

The only one to leave the cabin was Edith. She'd driven 45 minutes, each way, to the porn shop they'd noticed on the drive up, one of the countless, anonymous peddlers of filth that dotted the highways of the red states. She'd bought DVD, magazines, the "Lesbian Kama Sutra" oils, toys ... all the things their new found and oh so kinky passions demanded. The slovenly man behind the counter leered at her while he rang everything up. It was all Edith could do to keep the bile down. The sight of the credit card sliding through the reader made her quiver; it reminded her of Lily's tongue flitting along her slit. It also meant all these things were hers now. She teased herself the entire drive back thinking about what the others were doing right now and what they would do when she got back. The women all laughed and pretended to be embarrassed when they examined Edith's swag. They put the items to immediate use.

They were supposed to leave Sunday afternoon, but their lusts hadn't slaked. They told themselves they each deserved an extra day off from the daily grind. Each called ahead, letting the necessary people know they'd be staying another day, not to worry, everything was fine. Then they'd fucked mindlessly deep into the night, knowing only that the burning in their cunts still raged.

By Monday morning they felt tired and in control enough for the long drive back to the city and Lily's condo, where they'd gathered four days before. Each of the women packed their gear in their respective cars, then they went inside. In the living room they divided the porn and toys Edith had bought. Edith made sure to keep the Kama Sutra. They each took three heaping handfuls of the woodchips Hazel had given Lily. Lily gave them each a large paper bag to carry their stuff in. Then they jilled each other off: Edith with Lily, Sharon with Anne. No one had said anything or made a suggestion ... like back at the cabin, it just happened. Each one gave her friend a quick, satisfying cum. They told themselves it was to take the edge off the long drive.

* * *

1 – Sharon

It occurred to her, about halfway back to her place, that the quickie she'd had with Anne was wearing off. She was horny again. Sharon smiled as she thought about the double headed dong and the warming oils in the bag next to her. She clenched her pussy muscles ... she'd be home in just 20 minutes. Maybe she'd burn some of the chips and watch her new DVD while she frigged herself? Definitely. The chips smelled so nice. They made her feel so nice.

She felt so naughty and pleased with herself driving through her neighborhood with her dirty little bag of tricks next to her. The bag, and what it represented, was like a lense that made her see her familiar world in a whole new way: Her street, her neighbors, the house she'd bought two years ago with her boyfriend.

"Ex-boyfriend."

The clarification had come from nowhere, but as soon as it arrived, she perceived it was correct. Whatever else there was to say about the weekend, it proved they were over. There was no way she could have fucked someone else if she still loved him. But she had fucked someone else ... three others in fact. The conclusion was inescapable and the thought of ever being with Mike again made her slightly queasy. He'd be out of town, on work, for a few more days and she was grateful. It gave her a little more time to decide how she was going to extract herself from him.

She parked in the garage, let herself in through the kitchen and dropped the paper bag on the counter. The TV in the living room was on. A head appeared on the other side of the couch.

"Finally made it home?" Melissa asked.

"Looks that way," Sharon answered. "Why aren't you at work?"

"My boss gave me the day off so I could look at a couple places."

Sharon nodded, a feeling equal parts pity and respect washing over her. Melissa was Mike's younger sister. Her apartment building had burned to the ground the month before and she'd been living with them ever since. She'd lost everything in the fire, but she'd never complained or felt sorry for herself. The day after the fire, when anyone else would have still been immobilized with shock, Melissa had begun rebuilding her life. Sharon doubted she would have handled things so well, then she thought about the woodchips. If anyone deserved to feel nice right now, it was poor Melissa.

"You see anything you liked?"

"One place not so much," Melissa's face brightened, "but there was this really cute one bedroom down by Lake Calhoun that I fell in love with. The landlord was really nice too. He said he had to do a credit check and call my references, but that won't be a problem. I think he's going to offer it to me."

"That's great!" Sharon stepped into the living room and picked up the 'Strib' from the coffee table. "You done with the paper?"

"Yeah."

Sharon balled up the pages of the newspaper and tossed them into the fireplace.

"Are you starting a fire?" Melissa asked dubiously.

"Sort of."

"Little early for that, doncha' think?"

"I wanted to show you something."

Sharon went back to the kitchen. Using a coffee mug she scooped up some of the chips then spread them on the paper. She lit the pile with one of the long matches over the mantle then sat on the couch. Melissa, understandably, looked anxious as the fire spread. Sharon took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"You'll like this, I promise."

The chips sputtered and popped as they ignited before sending a jet of flame up the flue. Melissa whimpered and held Sharon's hand tighter, but she didn't move. Sharon closed her eyes, breathing slowly through her nose until, finally, she detected the scent of pine that made her giddy and dizzy and wet all at once. She opened her eyes.

Melissa was staring, slack jawed into the flames, her moist lips curved into a befuddled 'o' shape. Sharon wondered how she'd never noticed before how beautiful Melissa was. Her dusty brown hair with blond highlights was pulled back, long loose strands framing her face. Her hazel eyes gleamed. The skin was smooth and unblemished, retaining a hint of her summer tan. Under the brown chiffon top, her dainty breasts rose and fell steadily. Sharon could see the nipples beginning to assert themselves. Melissa's legs, clad in an old pair of blue jeans, were pressed tightly together.

"What do you smell?" Sharon asked. It took a moment for Melissa to find the words.

"Tomato sauce," she finally whispered. All the other girls had smelled something completely different. Sharon thought that was so cool.

Melissa's breathing quickened. She was making loud, panting noises as breathed in through her nose and out her mouth. Each gasp came more quickly than the last, her shoulders heaving with the effort. Her body shook, her grip on Sharon's hand was crushing and still she breather faster and faster. She seemed to be gulping the air now. Her body shivered, as if she were faint. Then she let out a long, low moan.

She turned and looked at Sharon, her breathing retuning to normal. Melissa's eyes shone with a light that was part epiphany and part confusion. Their hands released, Melissa's landing on Sharon's tit. Her other found the back of Sharon's head, pulling them together. As they kissed, Melissa twisted her body, bringing them flush. Sharon's hands gathered up Melissa's heart shaped ass. Melissa made short yelping sounds as she pressed herself against Sharon, forcing her tongue deep into the willing mouth.

They stayed like that for a long time, frenching on the couch as they groped each other roughly, pulling hair, loosening buttons, huffing and puffing. With a groan, Sharon pulled away.

"Don't go anywhere," she teased, went into the kitchen and retrieved the two headed dildo from the bag. Back on the couch, Melissa was just removing the last of her cloths. Sharon tossed her the dildo, which Melissa caught in mid air. With both hands wrapped around its girth, she forced it into her box. Melissa stabbed the phallus into her hole as Sharon peeled her cloths off.

Melissa was on her back, so Sharon mounted the couch on her side. Reaching between her legs she found the free end of the dildo then, shimmying forward, she felt the head force its way through her folds. Melissa sobbed softly as the dildo was pushed even deeper into her body. Her fingernails dug into Sharon's thigh. She flinched when their clits touched. The dong moved inside her, especially when Sharon flicked her hips. It drove the shaft even deeper inside. Melissa figured it out. She clenched around the shaft and bucked her hips. Sharon groaned in response and bucked back. They sizzered back and forth, their twats glistening and wet. Sharon's head was vowed, mouth hanging open, as she sawed away, grunting like a bitch in heat.

Melissa arched her back and fumbled at her tits as she screwed her brother's girlfriend. She could not believe what Sharon was doing to her, or how good it felt. That plastic cock filled her like nothing before. Each time Sharon bore down, she felt it in her gut. And Sharon looked incredible when she fucked, with the way her muscles worked and her tits bounced. She could feel wetness leaking down her legs and into the crack of her ass. It tickled. She couldn't wait to get her tongue into Sharon's twat. The thought of it made her want to scream. And then she was screaming.

"Oh God ... God ... FUCK ... don't ... don't stop ... Sharon ... uuuhhhh," Melissa came with a couch shaking shudder and a gushing from her twat that soaked the cushion and thrilled Sharon, it was so nasty. Sharon pulled back slowly, savoring the feeling until the dildo plopped out of her. She gently kisses her way up Melissa's panting body.

"When you get that apartment, I'll move in with you until I can find a place of my own," Sharon took hold of the dildo, half of it still embedded in Melissa, and began to twist it slowly.

Melissa, still short on breath, could only nod.

"You understand, don't you ... why I have to get out of here?"

"Oh course," Melissa whispered. Sharon kissed her.

"Thank you so much," she said, then rose to her knees and straddled Melissa's face. She leaned forward, resting her chest on the arm of the couch.

"You know," she purred, "there's something else you could do for me."

Sharon was happy to discover that, as with the dildo, Melissa was a fast learner.

* * *

2 – Edith

As soon as she got home, Edith ran to her bedroom, threw herself to the mattress and tried it lying down. That didn't work so she rolled over and tried it on her stomach, but that didn't work either. She lifted her ass in the air and tried it like that. Still no joy. She tried it on the couch and in the shower. She tried it soft and slow, then hard and fast. It was no use, nothing was getting her off. Then she thought of the chips.

There was an old ceramic bowl in the kitchen she was sure would work. Edith retrieved it from the cabinet, then brought it into the living room, placing it on the coffee table. She dropped balled up paper into the bowl, then a handful of chips. She was ready to light the match when the little voice in her head protested.

"No! Not alone."

Edith froze. No matter how worked up she was, no matter how much she wanted to, it was forbidden to burn the chips without another woman around. She hadn't any idea how she knew this, but she didn't question it. The only question, as far as she was concerned, was who would join her. Edith went through the candidates in her head, but everyone she could think of was at work. With a frustrated groan, she put the matches down and went over to her computer. She'd sort through her e-mail until her friends were off the clock.

Outlook timed out without downloading anything. She opened her browser and got a "no connection" error for her trouble. The "sync" light on her cable modem flashed orange.

"Give me a break," she muttered and stepped out of her unit heading for the lobby to collect her snail mail.

Keesha was there. Edith appraised, her barely aware of the predatory smile forming on her lips. Edith wasn't sure how old she was, only that she was young, but she was built like a woman. Her skin was dark brown, yet luminous. Her straight, shiny black hair ended just below the jaw line with the cutest, softest curl. She had big, fawn-like eyes. And then there were the boobs: Big and full yet firm. The word "brickhouse" came to Edith's mind. The plan formed instantly.

"Hey Edith, haven't seen you around lately," Keesha flipped through her mail.

"Went camping up north with some friends ... just got back."

"Cool."

"Say," Edith said casually, "You know about computers, right?"

Keesha shrugged, "I guess so."

"I can't get my e-mail. Can you take a look and tell me what I'm doing wrong?"

"Sure."

Keesha led the way back to Edith's apartment, Edith's eyes never left the badonkadonk bouncing so enticingly in front of her. But she panicked slightly as they went through the door. This was crazy ... absolutely insane. Keesha was just a kid, for Christ's sake! She almost asked Keesha for her age, but checked herself. The girl absolutely oozed sexy, and what's more, she knew it. She had to! She had to know what she was doing when she put on that skin tight, long sleeved tee that flaunted her impish belly button ring and made her tits so mouth watering. And those jeans that rose so low, low enough for Edith to just see the top of her pink thong. That settled it ... she was going to show big little Keesha what sexy was all about!

"The computer's over there," Edith said. The girl sat in front of the machine, opened and closed a couple applications, then looked at the cable modem.

"Your modem lost sync, you probably just need to reset it," she said as she reached behind the small box and unplugged the power cord. She turned around, "We'll let it sit for a minute and try again ... what are you doing?"

Edith was standing by the coffee table. She smiled as she dropped the lit match into the bowl, "You'll see."

"Wow!" Keesha exclaimed as the flames leapt from the bowl.

Edith took a nervous step back. The fire was more energetic than she'd expected, for a second she was afraid she'd set her whole place alight. But things settled quickly and Edith turned her attention to her "guest"...

... who looked at the glow with a vacuous stare. Edith waited an extra moment, but Keesha didn't move. Edith walked to the girl, took her hand and gently pulled her up. Keesha was completely passive, allowing herself to be led to and seated at the couch. Edith waited again. Already, Keesha's breathing had quickened, her magnificent breasts rising and falling. Edith couldn't resist. Slowly she pulled the girl's shirt up. For Edith, the smell of leather filled the room. She wondered what Keesha smelled. The bra was hot pink, to match the panties no doubt, and inconveniently clasped on the back. Making sure not to block Keesha's view of the bowl, Edith reached around. Ever so slightly, the black girl leaned forward to allow Edith the room. Nevertheless it was an awkward process; given Keesha's size the bra was tight against her body and she was panting rapidly now. Edith had difficulty holding, then releasing the clap. Persistence paid off, as it often does. The bra finally came free. Edith went to her knees in front of Keesha and pushed the cups off her mounds. The nipples were hard and purple, heaving like a bobber on the water. Using both hands to hold one of the teats, Edith took a nip into her mouth. Softly, Keesha sighed.

Her mouth rode Keesha's breast until, finally, the spasm broke. Edith scrambled onto the couch and straddled Keesha's lap. She pulled up her sweatshirt, grateful she hadn't bothered with a bra and crushed their chests together. Keesha's hands roamed over Edith's body, starting at her ass, up her flanks and down her back before darting into her pants. She grabbed Edith's panties and pulled; Edith felt the material in her ass crack. Keesha made the most wonderful mewling noises as they kissed. The fronts of their jeans bumped together. Edith was absolutely soaked. For a moment, she thought she was going to cum then and there.

"Stop!" Keesha gasped. "We have to stop."

"No." Their lips met again, tongues dueling. Keesha's hands were drifting up and down the older woman's back again. Fingernails raking her skin.

"My friend is waiting for me upstairs," Keesha broke the kiss again.

"Forget about her," Edith pounced.

With a groan, Keesha pushed Edith away, "She's hot."

That got through, "Hot?"

"Really ... Fucking ... Hot!"

Edith thought it over. A bird in hand was worth two in the bush, but still ...

"Go get her," she finally said.

The two rose from the couch and straightened their clothing. They kissed long and hard at the door, then Keesha was gone. While she waited, Edith threw another chip into the bowl to freshen the flame. It was almost 10 minutes before she heard voices in the hall and at her door.

"I don't wanna'."

"It'll only take a minute," she heard Keesha say. "I'm helping her fix her computer. We'll be in and out."

There was a disappointed sigh, then a knock on the door.

"It'll be fine, swear to God," Keesha said as Edith opened the door.

"Heeeeyyyyy," Keesha enthused. "Edith, this is my friend Mia."

To her credit, even though Edith knew she didn't want to be there, Mia was friendly enough. She was ethnically ambiguous, maybe Latina, maybe Philippina, maybe both. But there was no doubt Keesha had been correct ... Mia was smoking, with coffee and cream colored skin and shaggy brown hair that cascaded past her shoulders. Her deep brown eyes twinkled. Her breasts, though not as large as Keesha's, were still full and round. She had the most beautiful and graceful lips and ass Edith had ever seen.

"C'mon in," Edith stepped aside.

Mia stepped in first and managed to squeak out a soft, "Yo" as she took in the flames. Her legs faltered; Edith and Keesha caught her. One on each arm, they led her to the couch. Mia was breathing in deeply the smoke from the bowl.

"I smell peppermint," she said drunkenly.

Keesha undid Edith's belt, "That's funny, I smelled lilac."

Edith spun around. They removed each other's cloths sharply, pausing only to steal long, savage kisses. Finally naked, Edith found Keesha's soaking twat, the juices ran down her fingers as they sunk into the folds. Keesha squirmed.

"Where's your room?" she panted. Edith pointed with her chin. "Well, get me in there and fuck me right!"

Keesha took off for the bedroom at a sprint. Edith looked over at Mia, who was gasping loudly. It wouldn't be long now.

She licked Mia's neck and whispered in her ear, "When you're ready, we'll be in the other room."

"Uhhhh," was the reply.

Edith went into the bedroom.

She was feasting on Keesha's cunt, using her fingers to pry the gooey lips apart, and Keesha was doing the same to her, when the bed sagged. Edith looked up. Mia was climbing onto the bed, wearing only a gold hoop in her clit, a yellow rubber wristband and a brilliant smile. Her pink nipples poked straight out from her upturned breasts and her pussy glistened. Mia had a wafer thin line of hair that extended straight up from her clit, like a seam. It looked almost like the hair had been stitched over the pubic bone. Edith rose to her knees.




Kindling Ch. 02



"We were supposed to go to the mall, but I think I'll forgive you," Mia giggled, then latched her mouth to Edith's breast. She diddled her self as she suckled.

Edith's head rolled back. Mia's mouth was warm and soft and Keesha was doing wonderfully eating her snatch. She decided to use the strap on first on Mia, fuck her doggie style while she ate out Keesha. Edith felt as if she were in heaven.



Kindling Ch. 03



Kindling III – Lily

She couldn't understand how all at once a feeling could be so wonderful and so terrible. Wonderful in the way she felt so sexual, so sensual, able to attract anyone she wanted and give them pleasure like nothing they'd experienced. Terrible in the way she was constantly, desperately aroused; frozen on the brink of orgasm in a way her fingers could do nothing about. She'd used her fingers, and her new toys, over and over in the hours since her friends had left, but it hadn't helped. If anything, the tiny little cums she'd been able to elicit made things worse ... it kept her wanting more. And when Lily was able to strip it down to its essence, she knew there was only one thing she really wanted.

The Hot Blond.

She'd first heard the phrase a month ago; two guys at work, chatting in the hallway, talking about "The Hot Blond". Lily paid them no mind, but she knew immediately who they were talking about. Juliet was the company's newest intern, her arrival had been only slightly less conspicuous than an exploding hand grenade. For three days, none of the straight men or the lesbians who liked them femme got any work done; they were all scrambling to find out what this girl's deal was. The picture of her boyfriend on her desk and the rock on her left ring finger answered all the important questions, and even though there'd been a fair amount of disappointment as the news worked its way through the grapevine, no one could hold it against her. The sweetness and kindness with which she conducted herself, and the competency with which she did her duties made that impossible. That she'd be brought on as a full time employee the moment her internship ended was a given around the office.

All Lily knew was she had to have her.

"So ... take her!" the voice in Lily's head demanded. She looked at the paper bag that contained her toys and her share of the wood chips. Lily grabbed her phonebook and quickly found the address.

The drive, which took 25 minutes, was a blissful torture. Lily's whole body was trembling with anticipation as she parked, then exited, her car. An old woman was entering the apartment building as she arrived, Lily simply followed her in. She took a deep breath, to steady herself, at the door to the unit. She knocked.

"Lily, what a surprise!" Juliet said, and she did look surprised. But pleasantly so.

"Hey, sorry to just show up like this."

"No problem, come on in," Juliet stepped aside. "What's up?"

"My car dies," Lily explained, "and I knew you lived around here. Do you mind if I use your phone to call a tow truck?"

"You poor thing! The phone's over here and I'll keep you company 'till they show up."

Lily dialed the number to her home phone and requested a two from the voice on her answering machine. Juliet was still in her work cloths; a pair of tight dress pants that showed off her lines to mouth watering effect and a soft, pastel colored sweater. Her loosely permed hair cascaded past her shoulders, her deep blue eyes twinkled with sympathy.

Juliet possessed a thin, luscious body that was a gift from the heavens, the kind that required no exercise or surgery whatsoever. Her facial features were sharp, yet delicate with a button nose and pointed chin. Juliet's beauty was the kind that made some women, many women, jealous. All it did was make Lily wet.

"They said it'll take about an hour," Lily said apologetically as she hung up the phone.

"Don't worry about it. How was the camping?"

"Great. How was work?"

"Same old, same old," Juliet chuckled. :What's in the bag?"

Lily smiled, "Do you like incense?"

"Sure."

"I found this great stuff up north," Lily explained. "Get a big bowl and I'll show you."

Juliet went into the kitchen and returned with a metal mixing bowl. Lily placed wads of paper in the bowl, then a handful of chips. Juliet picked up one of the chips.

"This is incense?"

"It's a little different," Lily conceded, "but you'll like it."

With a shrug, Juliet dropped the chip into the bowl and handed Lily matches.

"Have a seat," Lily ordered and Juliet sat on the couch. Lily struck the match and peered over the flame to look at Juliet. The blond stared back, the very picture of trusting sweetness. A delicious shudder worked it way up Lily's spine. She let the match fall into the bowl.

The chips sparked, then the flames roared up. Lily had only seen the effect outdoors, it was far more intimidating in a confined space. Her head snapped back to follow the orange/blue jet; it actually singed the ceiling before calming itself.

Juliet stared into the flame intently, lips slightly parted, the tip of her tongue just visible. Already she was breathing deeply, each one following quicker than the last. Lily took a seat on the couch and slipped a hand under her skirt and gently rubbed herself as she watched Juliet's gradual enthrallment. Her breathing quickly came to match Juliet's.

She came out of the trance with a sharp gasp, as though coming up for air from underwater, then fell gracefully into Lily's waiting arms. Lily kissed at her fiercely, pushing herself forward. But as fast as Lily wanted to go was how slow Juliet went. The Hot Blond pressed the palms of her hands to Lily's shoulders, keeping the brunette at bay but never pushing her away. With a frustrated growl, Lily restrained herself and settled for massaging Juliet's small breasts through the sweater. Juliet liked this. She pushed her tits into Lily's hands.

The kiss was long and slow, jaws working, tongues moving. Juliet's fingers gripped Lily's shoulders as Lily played with the hardening nipples. Gradually, Juliet pulled Lily closer until their breasts just touched. Lily's hands dropped to the other girl's hips.

Softly, so gently Lily almost didn't notice, Juliet's hand drifted to the bare portion of Lily's thigh, where her skirt had ridden up. Fingernails scraped slowly up Lily's tingling skin as Juliet's hand floated higher and higher. Lily spread herself. The hand wandered under the skirt, gliding over moist, warm skin so slightly it made Lily tremble. When the fingers pressed against the front of her panties, Lily groaned. Her own hand moved to caress Juliet's pussy; this time the blond made no move to stop her.

"My boyfriend will be home soon," Juliet protested. She continued to finger Lily's quim.

Lily blinked with shock and desperation, "We could go to my place."

"I don't think I can wait that long," Juliet looked around the room. "I have an idea."

She stood, retrieved a keychain from atop a bookcase and motioned for Lily to follows. The pair went to the building's third floor and unlocked a door halfway down the hall.

"This friend of mine is out of the country for the next week," Juliet explained. "I'm feeding her cat."

The pussy was sitting in the middle of the living room, staring at them as the two scurried into the apartment. Juliet was aggressive now, pinning lily to the closed door as she unbuttoned the brunette's blouse. With the shirt open, she reached in to unclasp the bra, then ran her hands up Lily's chest, pushing the bra and shirt off in a single motion. Juliet bent down to take a nipple between her lips.

"You have such beautiful boobs," she whispered. "I've always wanted tits like yours."

Lily pulled Juliet up. As they kissed she slipped her hands under the blonde's sweater and ran them up the ribs just to let Juliet know she didn't think there was ANYTHING wrong with her tits. Juliet raised her arms, so Lily kept going. The sweater dropped to the floor. Juliet wore a wispy, foam green bra, which soon joined the sweater of the floor. Her tiny red nipples contrasted like anger with her milky skin. Again, they came together. Lily's skirt fluttered down her legs.

Juliet pulled away, taking Lily's hands. She flashed her most brilliant smile, the one that brought all their co-workers to their knees.

"This way," she whispered.

Lily was led to the bedroom. Juliet sat on the edge of the mattress and, still holding hands, pulled Lily down. This kiss was the hottest yet. Lily quickly undid Juliet's belt and unhooked the clasp on the pants. Juliet fell back and lifted her hips. Lily pulled the slacks off. Juliet's panties matched the bra ... Lily peeled them off slowly, Juliet whimpered softly when they finally came free.

Lily rose to her full height, shoulders back, chest out. Slowly swinging her hips she rolled her black panties down her thigh. Juliet stroked herself as she watched Lily strip. Lily stepped out of the flimsy nothing and crawled onto the bed. Juliet slid back to allow her the room.

They were parallel on the bed, Lily on all fours, Juliet on her back. Lily took a moment to breath in their mingled, heady scents before she pivoted, slinging her leg over Juliet's body. She lowered herself, feeling her breasts flatten against Juliet's stomach. The blonde's legs slipped under Lily's arms then locked across the shoulder blades. Lily's arms wrapped around Juliet's thighs, her hands stopping at the sodden twat, her fingers peeling apart the sticky folds. She could feel Juliet doing the same to her. Juliet's cunt was as fresh and as sweet as she imagined it would be.

This was just about Lily's favorite, being the top of a 69 with another frenzied slut licking her out, feeding that other girl as much or as little of her pussy as she wanted, closing that circuit of pleasure and lust, making her cum, knowing she'd be next because it was the only thing in the world that mattered to that delectable little thing on the bottom.

Juliet was screaming out her release, her cries stifled by Lily's cunt. She savaged Lily's twat, thrusting deeply with her tongue to scoop out as much of the brunette's essence as she could. The flavor filled her mouth ; Juliet had never tasted anything so wonderful. Lily's head snapped back, her cries of joy filled the room. Her body rocked back and forth, pulling Juliet forward and back as her mouth remained glued to Lily's cunt. Chocking, whining noises spat from Lily's throat, through gritted teeth, then loud, heaving gasps. Then Juliet's teeth found Lily's clit.

"Ohhh ... ohhh ... God ... oh God ... oh God ... oh God!" Lily shook violently as she screamed. When her orgasm abated, she dismounted Juliet and lay back. They kissed tenderly, slipping into a light sleep.

The light outside had faded considerably when Lily came to. Juliet was already awake, placing gentle kisses on Lily's neck and shoulder, her hand lightly stroking Lily's wet pussy. Their mouths met, signaling both were ready for more. Lily rolled off the bed.

"I'll be right back," she promised. Juliet's eyes burned with lust as Lily left the room. She retrieved her strap on from the paper bag. She'd had to bargain with Anne back at the cabin for it, eventually surrendering the DVD's she'd been allotted as well as a promise of a whole day of sexual servitude. As Lily tightened the straps around her hips, it seemed a small price to pay. Juliet grinned with anticipation when lily returned. As soon as she saw the phallus, she rolled to her stomach and lifted her beautiful ass high in the air, legs spread. Lily climbed back on the bed and took her position behind Juliet. Lily pressed the head of the shaft to the blonde's slit.

"Ready to get fucked?" she whispered, allowing a hint of menace to seep into her voice. Juliet nodded rapidly, making a submissive noise as she did. Lily pushed the bulbous head into the dripping folds.

Lily was amazed how tight Juliet was. The blond pushed back steadily, impaling herself on the dildo. The air seemed to rush out of her body, as if it were making room for the dong.

"Keep ... going," she moaned.

Finally, the dildo was buried all the way to its base. Lily froze and enjoyed the view as Juliet trembled beneath her. She pulled back slowly and pushed forward again, sinking the plastic all the way in with a single stroke. Juliet made a noise halfway between a moan and a sob. Very quickly, Lily was pounding the dildo as hard and fast as she could. Juliet growled like an animal as she fucked Lily back. When the orgasm hit, Juliet collapsed t the bed with a scream. Lily landed atop her.

There was no need for words. When they'd recovered their senses, they rose from the bed. They dressed each other slowly, lovingly, then made their way back to Juliet's apartment. Her boyfriend was there; he was staring catatonically into the bowl and the dying embers. He did nothing to indicate he ever noticed them. Juliet ignored him. She quickly packed a bag with a few essentials, then followed Lily to the car. They drove quickly back to Lily's apartment. There was so much more she wanted to teach the hot blond. 



Kindling Ch. 04



For those of you who don't remember or weren't paying attention, Hazel was mentioned in passing in the first chapter.

Part IV– Anne

She didn't make it home, not right away at least, though the part of her brain still operating rationally knew home was the only place she should go. She was exhausted; over the five days of camping she'd had, Anne did the math in her, 15 hours of sleep. Maybe. Probably less. That she'd gotten so little sleep was no surprise, she'd spent every waking hour fucking her friends, again and again, waking them to quench the need that flared continuously in her, sleeping only when her body would accept nothing else.

That she was the one who went haywire (or, to be accurate, the most haywire) was the surprising thing. She'd always enjoyed sex, but it never controlled her thinking. Her libido had always, easily, been kept in check. She'd never needed sex the way she'd needed it this weekend.

Which made what she was doing now all the more strange. Sure, she was still a bit hot and bothered, but the quickie she'd had with Sharon at Lily's place had really taken the edge off. It wasn't anything she couldn't handle. This was different. It wasn't arousal, it was compulsion. She had to find a woman, someone she knew, a friend and share the chips with her. She had to be made to feel the way Anne was.

That tiny spark of rationality protested this wasn't sharing. It was entrapment. It was enthrallment. Anne extinguished this flicker quickly. It was improper. It felt like a pair of jeans that no longer fit.

As she pulled out of Lily's parking lot, Anne ticked through her list of friends, looking for just the right combination of beauty and opportunity. When she was finished, there was only one name. She drove quickly, and when she arrived at her destination, when she saw who's car was parked in front of her friend's house, she knew she'd made the right choice.

The front door opened, finally, after a long pause and many insistent rings of the door bell.

"Anne, You're back from camping?"

"Sure am. Missed me?"

"What are you doing here?" June's eyes and voice indicated the beginnings of panic. The door was open just enough for her body to block Anne's view into the house. Anne made a show of looking in anyway.

"Can't I drop by to tell my buddy about my fabulous trip?" Anne asked sweetly. June looked as if her person OS had crashed. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

That shook off the lethargy, "No ... no! I'm really sorry, the place is a sty. I'd be embarrassed to have you see it. Come back in, like, an hour or so and give me a chance to clean up a bit."

Anne smiled as though she understood completely, and when June relaxed, she shoved the door open. June fell back. Anne marched in.

"What are you doing," June whispered urgently. Anne ignored her, heading straight for the living room. Nothing there. She'd brought her share of the chips in with her and dropped the bag on the coffee table. Anne spun and went back the way she came. June clutched at her; Anne easily broke away and started up the stairs.

"You have to leave ... now!" June used the same, quiet tone, but the panic was unmistakable now.

"I dunno' ... the place looks okay to me," Anne snarked.

At the top of the stairs, Anne turned right, heading for the master bedroom. The sheets on the bed were a mess. The smell made Anne juicy.

"Hey babe, who was at the door?" the woman walking in from the adjoining bathroom had been staring at the floor, putting in an earring. Her blouse was wide open, she hadn't bothered to tuck it in yet. The look of dread on her face when she finally saw Anne was a match to June's.

"Oh Alix," Anne said with faux disappointment, "what would HR say if they knew you were doing one of your direct reports?"

"This isn't what it looks like," Alix tried, feebly.

"Please ... I know the 'freshly fucked' look when I see it."

Rumors had been going around for months about June and Alix. It was a testament to their discretion that no one knew for sure just what was going on. But few people are as discreet as they give themselves credit for.

"What are you going to do?" June finally asked.

"Actually, the real question is what are you two going to do," Anne replied. "Why don't we go downstairs and talk about it?"

The three went to the living room, with Anne arranging the other two on the couch. Alix looked stunned, as if she'd been kicked very hard in the back of the head. June's face was harder to read.

"Oh, don't be like that," Anne said pleasantly as she tore strips of paper into the fireplace. "It's going to be okay, I promise."

She pulled a handful of chips from her bag and arranged them on the shredded paper, "In fact, when we're done, you'll be thanking me.

Alix and June looked at her like she was the most despicable person on the planet. Anne touched a lit match to the paper

* * *

Alix felt there was another entity sharing her mind; its name was "rage" and it was capable of murder. No one ever thanked their blackmailer ... the thought of it was obscene. For a long, crazy second she saw herself picking up one of the pokers by the fireplace and burying it in the blonde's skull. Then Anne had turned her back to start the fire and Alix knew this was her chance. She felt her body coiling even before she'd decided what to do. One deep breath and the decision was made. Another to calm herself. She hated the idea of it, but she wasn't going to let Anne ruin her life ... or June's.

* * *

All in all, June felt much worse for Alix than for herself. Anne had hit the nail right on the head. No one would care, that much, about what she did. But Alix was fucking someone who reported directly to her. That was the sort of thing that got people fired, and HR wouldn't care in the slightest if it was consensual, which it was. Plus she had a husband and kids. Sure, June knew Alix didn't really love her husband any more ... but still. Alix had a lot more at stake here, which is why June feared the older woman was about to do something crazy.

She had no illusions about her relationship with Alix. It was all about having fun and getting laid. She didn't love Alix, her boss was a "friend with privileges". And if that friend just happened to be in a position to boost her career because of those "privileges", so much the better. Likewise, she knew Alix didn't love her; she was a pleasant diversion from the drudgery of her marriage. None of that meant June wanted to see Alix lose her job or her marriage ... and none of that meant June wanted any part of whatever it was Alix was cooking up.

Even though everyone what they wanted, June suspected the whole thing would have played itself out in a few months ... that's how these things always ended. They'd been inches from a clean get away, and Anne had ruined everything.

Then Anne had made the crack about thanking her, which struck June as an incredibly condescending thing to say. The fury poured from Alix's body (a body she knew quite well); June could feel it like heat. She readied herself to tackle Alix, just in case her lover tried something.

Then Anne got the fire started.

* * *

Anne laughed softly as the hateful expressions drained away from their faces, replaced with a look of dull stultification. Anne suspected she'd worn the same look when she first saw the burning chips. She liked being on this end of it so much more.

* * *

The flame seemed to take everything out of Alix, her fear, her anger, her initiative and replaced it with something warm and calming that spread within her. As it spread, she felt herself becoming more malleable. Part of her felt like she should be running away, that this was all somehow dangerous. But that calming, warming feeling oozed right over her instincts and she felt too good to care anymore.

Then, on the edge of her perception, came the last thing she would have expected ... the smell of berry tea. With each second, the smell became more clear and wonderful. She took a long, deep breath to bring it inside of her. Then another, and another, each breath almost, but not quite, making her feel totally saturated with that beautiful aroma. She gulped at the scent, each breath coming faster than the previous. Her shoulders and chest heaved with the effort; the scent leaving her giddy, the hyperventilation leaving her dizzy.

The dizziness grew, along with the euphoria. She was afraid to keep going; the dizziness was becoming that powerful. But she was afraid to stop; the joy she was experiencing was that tangible. Then, when it seemed as if she might burst, she did. Her psyche seemed to pop like an over inflated balloon. Slowly, her breathing calmed. With a blink, she looked first to June, then to Anne. It was like she was seeing them both for the first time.

* * *

June sank back into her chair, her worry and her vigilance dissipating instantly. The fire was like nothing she'd ever seen, all encompassing and soothing. Its warmth enveloped her, like waking under a heavy quilt on a cold winter morning. She wasn't worried about Alix or Anne. She wasn't worried about anything anymore. It was so much easier to relax and look at the beautiful fire.

And then, June couldn't be sure of it at first, she could smell chocolate chip cookies. It was so confusing, she hadn't been cooking; she took a deep sniff to be sure. It was definitely cookies and they smelled terrific. June took a deep, slow breath, letting the smell steep through her. She took another breath.

* * *

Anne viewed the scene before her with satisfaction. Alix lay on her back, propped half way to erect by the arm of the couch and the pillows piled under her. June knelt between Alix's splayed legs. Each tore at the other's clothing, stopping occasionally to touch and probe as they stole deep desperate kisses.

It was obvious what they saw in each other. Alix's long, silky red hair spread like a blanket over the cushions, her lithe, creamy white body sprinkled with freckles that belied her age. Alix, Anne realized, was one of those rare Heather Locklear/Sela Ward types ... she was getting more beautiful the older she got. Which is what made her coupling with June so interesting and so fucking hot. Barely out of college, she retained in full the lushness of her youth. Her skin was smooth and golden and so fresh the sweat beading up on her looked as if it be as sweet as morning dew. Her long, caramel hair fell across her face; she shook it away with a toss of her head. June's wide set, icy blue eyes were hooded with lust but still flashed brilliantly as she took in the woman trembling beneath her. She bent forward, her ass describing a perfect curve as it rose high in the air. Anne vaguely recalled hearing June had been born and raised in Florida; she certainly looked like someone who'd lived her whole life on the beach.

Alix writhed awkwardly as they kissed, her arms flailing as June removed her blouse; June's tee had long since disappeared. Alix's hips thrust into the empty space between her body and June's, seeking contact. June's hand drifted down, Alix's skirt having ridden high up her hips, and she began to frig the redhead's cunt. Alix returned the gesture, pushing June's pants down just enough to give her hand access. The two groaned lewdly as the masturbated each other.

"Ladies?" Anne giggled. Judging by the looks on their faces, Alix and June had completely forgotten she was there. "Let's move this upstairs where we'll all be more comfortable."

Anne strode past them without a second look. She laughed quietly as she heard the two tumble off the couch.

They caught up with her at the top of the stairs with Alix on one side, running her tongue along Anne's ear as she plucked at the blonde's blouse. June was directly behind Anne, caressing her ass, pulling off her belt and unbuttoning her pants just as they arrived at the bedroom.

The two efficiently stripped Anne, with Alix working the top and June working the bottom, their own cloths lost somewhere between the living room and the bedroom. When she was naked, they propelled Anne to the bed. She lay on it on the diagonal, allowing her to stretch completely out. Anne had just enough time to notice June's tan was all over before the pair descended on her.

June burrowed into Anne's twat and her pussy licking quickly had the blond spasming with joy. Anne had enjoyed all the trysts with her friends up north, but having a girl who really knew what she was doing between her legs was another thing entirely. Alix lay next to Anne, her mouth moving from ear, to nipple, to mouth.

"God yeah, June, " Anne groaned as the younger girl gnawed on her clit, "like that Junie ... right there ... like that ... yeah ... yeah!"

Anne screamed her orgasm into Alix's mouth, but the redhead wouldn't wait. Scrambling to her knees, Alix hovered over Anne's still twitching body, then lowered herself onto the blonde's face. June came up from behind, pressing her tits into Alix's back and reaching around to pull on the older woman's nipples. Alix leaned her head back; she and June frenched wildly.

"Ohhhhh ... fuck ... FUCK!" Alix hollered. "Thank you ... thank you ... thank you!"

Alix's legs gave when her orgasm hit. She rolled away, her place on Anne's tongue immediately taken by June. And when she came she also screamed out her gratitude for what Anne had done to her.

* * *

Hazel was getting antsy. She was sure Lily was home from camping by now, and she'd been waiting around all day for her friend to return all of the loaner gear ... not to mention all the other kinky, fun stuff Hazel was sure Lily would now be in the mood for.

Ever since Hazel had been exposed to the chips, Lily had been high on her list of girls to capture ...

... she thought that word over a bit; "capture" seemed so harsh. "Share" was probably better. "Enlighten" was better still ...

... and she'd fully intended to "enlighten" her friend when Lily came by to pick up the gear. But Lily had let slip she was going with Edith, Anne and Sharon, and Hazel got greedy. Denying herself one hottie for four in the not so distant future seemed like a no brainer at the time.

So where were Lily and the other three?

As if on queue, the buzzer for her apartment rang. Hazel ran out of her unit, bounding down the stairs two at a time and throwing open the front door.

No one was there. Something landed on her foot. She looked down.

It was a package, twice the size of a shoebox, with Hazel's name and address, no postage, printed on a plain brown wrapper. She looked at the box and nodded, as if to acknowledge the sense of déjà vu, then gathered it up.

Back in her apartment, she opened the package. It was just over half full with chips. A note, folded in half, lay atop the pile:

"By now you have used the chips and shared them with your friends. I have more of them for you ... all that you will ever need. Have your friends, everyone who's been exposed to the chips, meet at your apartment one week from today, at 7p. Everything will be explained then."

That gave Hazel some pause. Having even more of the chips sounded great to her, as did having all the girls over. The chances, she figured, were pretty good Lily, Edit, Sharon and/or Anne had "enlightened" other girls. The more the merrier ...

... but she didn't like the idea of inviting a nameless, faceless stranger into her home ...

... but how great would it be to have all the chips she'd ever need ...

... but what if this person is an axe murdered ...

... if he is, than why bother with the chips?

Hazel chewed on her lip. Counting herself, there'd be at least five people in the apartment when the mystery person showed. If the others managed to capture (there was that word again) any others, then that should be enough to handle things if the mystery person wanted to start trouble.

And if she made it pot luck, Hazel concluded there'd be more than enough to eat.

She picked up her phone and made the calls.



Kindling Ch. 05



This story concludes the "Kindling" series.

All the usual disclaimers apply.

* * *

Hazel watched the developing scene with relief. She'd worried when she decided, less than 10 days ago, to delay exposing Lily to the chips in the hope Lily would expose her friends. Things had worked out better than she'd dared hope. Not only had Lily, Edith, Sharon and Anne been exposed, they'd in turn exposed others. By briefly passing on one hottie, Hazel had earned herself access to ten. Investments didn't payoff any better than that.

And the pussy they'd managed to find! Sharon had arrived first with Melissa, the sister of Sharon's (ex) boyfriend, followed almost immediately by Anne and her two co-workers, June and Alix. Hazel had watched June closely. Once the fun really began, that's where she was going first. She'd felt a twinge of worry when Edith arrived with her teenaged plunder, Keesha and Mia. Hazel had set out a fair amount of booze and she didn't like the idea of underage drinking in her place. But the two teens seemed perfectly content with their Diet Sprites and they were both just so mouthwatering. The last arrival had been Lily with the exquisite Juliet.

Hazel worked the crowd, playing the good hostess. Innuendo was thick in the air; they'd all agreed to hold off until the mystery guest had arrived and said whatever needed to be said. The agreement stopped no one from flirting, touching each other and letting their fingers a little longer than necessary. In the room's far corner, Keesha and Juliet raped each other with their eyes. Very slowly everyone was working themselves into a frenzy. The smell all these women gave off tickled Hazel's nose, she prayed her final guest would arrive soon.

Right on queue, there was a knock on the door.

Everyone's gaze swept across all the others in the room. Edith stared at Hazel, eyes wide, until she motioned towards the door as if to say "Answer it". Hazel took a steadying breath, crossed the room and opened the door.

The man standing before her was average height, pear shaped and conspicuously bow-legged. His thick hair was cut short and bristly, sitting right atop his head. He wore a plain green sweater over a button down shirt, the sleeves to both reaching all the way down to his wrists. The small amount of skin showing on his face and hands was smooth and pasty white, as if it had been grafted from a hairless cat. He smiled broadly.

"Hello Hazel."

"Bob?"

"How are you?"

Hazel shook her head, "Fine, thanks ... look, I'm sorry to be rude but I'm expecting some company so I can't really chat right now."

"I know," he said and motioned towards two near bursting garbage bags. "Help me with these, would you?"

They pulled one of the bags into the apartment. Hazel peeked into the second as they dragged it in. Both were filled with chips. Bob crossed the room to the bar Hazel had set up.

"Do you have any Maker's Mark?" he asked.

"No."

Bob poured himself a small glass of Jack Daniel's, "This'll have to do, I guess."

"Hazel, who is this guy?" Sharon asked.

"It's ..." Hazel paused, as it occurred to her she didn't know, in any important way, who this guy was, "he's Bob. He lives in the building next door."

"And you ladies are very lucky to know Hazel," Bob tipped his glass as if making a toast, then took a small sip. "But you didn't tell them the relevant part. What do I do for a living, Hazel? Do you remember?"

She wracked her brain, "You're a chemist, or something."

"Very good. That's what I like about you; every time we talk I can tell you're paying attention. You see ladies, I know what I'm like. I know people think I'm a little WEIRD," Bob's voice became low and deep as he said the word. It was followed by an ejaculation of giggling, "but Hazel always acts like she's listening to me and not just being polite. That's why I decided to give her this gift. And if you're all friends of Hazel's, well, then you're okay in my book."

"What gift?" Mia asked.

"Why, the chips, silly," Bob giggled again then clamped them down, creating a harsh silence in the room. "They're very valuable, and they're going to change the world. With your help, we're all going to change the world ... for the better, of course!"

Bob jerked his way through another round of giggles.

"You see, sisters, I know how hard it is for you ... I know! I know about your struggles, how you try to make it in an unfeeling, male dominated world," he spoke earnestly, his eyes filling with tears. "My Mom was a single mom. My Dad took off before I was born ... uh-huh, he sure did ... and she struggled. I know it's your struggle also."

The tears streamed down Bob's cheeks. Another round of giggles burst from his lips, "That's the gift I've given Hazel, the one I am giving to all of you. You don't need men anymore, and with the chips, we'll make it so no woman needs a man anymore. And when THAT happens, the men will look at you as equals, and they'll start treating all of you like equals.

Bob's eyes gleamed, though not from the tears. His voice was louder and firmer now, "This is an historic day, an important day. The eleven of you are on the vanguard of the most sweeping paradigm shift in the history of the world. You'll all be remembered as liberators, as heroes! That's my gift to you!"

The eleven women stood perfectly still, staring at Bob. For the longest time no one said a word. Then, from the back of the room, Hazel heard a snort. One of the women, she didn't know which one (though she would have bet her life it was Edith) was trying desperately not to laugh. She succeeded, for the moment, but the spell was broken. A laugh burst from Hazel before she was aware it was on the way, and then Anne began to laugh, then Alix, and then all of them.

Their mirth was like water against a rock, slowly wearing down the sharp edges of Bob's righteousness. Hazel collapsed onto the couch, and when she looked up to see Bob's hurt and confusion, she couldn't help herself. Her laughter redoubled.

"I'm sorry, Bob, I'm ...," she had to stop as another wave overtook her, "really I am. But I don't think you've thought ... this ... through!"

Hazel's observation provoked another gale of laughter.

"But don't you see ..." Bob tried.

"Look, just because I don't want to be with my ex anymore doesn't mean I don't want him to never get laid again," Sharon said. "That's just mean!"

"Well, no one is saying never ..."

"How long?" Keesha yelled.

"I don't know, but ..."

The crowd shouted him down.

"I still want my son to get married and have children someday," Alix pointed out.

"And where are the babies going to come from?" Edith asked.

"Excuse me?" Bob replied.

"The babies," Edith repeated. "If we do like you say, there won't be any babies anymore. We'll end up like the dinosaurs."

"Well, again, I'm not saying never," Bob sputtered, "and there's always cloning ..."

Even Bob seemed to realize how weak that sounded.

Hazel stood up, taking care not to look at Bob sooner than she had to, afraid if she did she'd dissolve into another fit of laughter. She placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

"Bob, you obviously feel very deeply about this and I'm sorry things aren't going your way," she said, "but I think it's time for you to leave."

He sighed and started for the door. As he passed them, he reached for the garbage bags.

"Bob?"

He turned and looked sadly at Hazel.

"Leave the chips."

The last remark seemed to hurt him more than the laughter, but he did as he was told.

Hazel looked at the chips. Whatever his intention, Bob had been correct about one thing. They were capable of inflicting great change. Did she want that responsibility? She snuck a look at June, who flashed her a brilliant, come hither smile. Hazel decided to think about it later.

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Lily surveyed the scene with more than a little envy.

One month on, she and the rest of her friends were settling into a routine. Some girls went bar hopping together, some played cards, and some formed book clubs. Lily and her friends liked to get together on a fairly regular basis and fuck each other stupid. They'd meet at June's house after work on a Friday and not leave until Sunday morning or afternoon. It wasn't all fuck and suck. They enjoyed doing each other's hair or make-up or nails, drinking and gossiping. In a lot of ways, it was like their middle school sleepovers ... just with a lot more sex and toys.

Occasionally, things were even more fun when new people were involved. When they'd met this particular Friday night, they'd set a time limit of four hours, then scattered to all corners of the city. Between them, they'd been able to talk four other girls into partying with them when they all reassembled, which represented one fewer than the one and only other time they'd gone recruiting. Everyone piled into June's house, they'd burned a handful of the chips, and then the fun had really started.

They'd drawn straws while the chips were burning and Lily was envious because Sharon was getting first crack at the best looking of the newly "enlightened" girls. All Lily knew about her was that her name was Giang and that she was hot. Hazel corrected herself, she knew one other thing. Giang was stubborn.

The chips had already broken the other three: Juliet and the redhead were locked in a 69 not 10 feet away, the "wee Scottish lass" was lapping madly at Keesha's tits, June and the college girl had disappeared to God knew where. The rest had double and tripled up, but Hazel held out for Giang. From the looks of things, she wouldn't be waiting much longer.

Giang sat on the couch, leaning back as far as she could, her dress pulled up over her tits, bra unclasped and panties long gone. Sharon knelt between the wide spread legs, lapping away. The two had established a perfect rhythm, each upstroke of Sharon's tongue provoked a thrust of Giang's hips. Lily could tell Giang wasn't completely enlightened yet, her breath still hammered in and out of her mouth. Her eyes were wide open, the pupils dilated, staring dully at the ceiling. Given the sensations overwhelming her, having gone through it herself, Lily knew Giang saw nothing. The girl's breasts were large and soft and bounced gently with each thrust of her hips. They were capped with long, hard, crinkled nipples.

It was mildly interesting to Lily that Giang had been able to resist this long where the others (and herself) had crumbled more quickly. Mildly interesting, but ultimately moot. Giang would give in soon, and second now in fact. It was inevitable, and then Lily would take her turn.

The air rushed out of Giang suddenly, as though she'd been punched in the gut. Slowly, steadily, she sucked the air back in while Sharon continued to work her box. Then Giang's orgasm struck.

"Eeeeehhhhh," she yelped, her feet slammed to the floor lifting her body off the couch, her head balancing on the top of the backrest. Her fingers gripped Sharon's head, locking her in place and pulling her in. With a final, breathy gasp and a shudder, she collapsed back onto the cushions.

Slowly, Sharon kissed and nibbled her way down Giang's thigh before standing and winking at Lily.

"Knock yourself out," she smiled.

Lily strolled over to where Giang lay panting for air and began disrobing. Giang's eyes flew open and their gazes locked. Hazel focused on the beautiful, liquid brown orbs, making them the only things she could see, though from the way Giang occasionally spasmed, she knew the girl was playing with herself.

Delightfully unencumbered by cloths now, Lily closed the distance between them and spread wide so she could straddle Giang's hips. She lowered herself slowly, making contact in three parts, first pussies, then tits, then lips. Her arms slid under the reclining girl's, then up, her hands clenching fistfuls of Giang's thick black hair. Firmly, Lily pulled and Giang's head fell back, baring her throat. Lily planted kisses on the tender flesh as her hips ground out slow circles. Giang drew in a sharp breath when their clits touched, then let it out slowly.

Lily's hips moved faster, with Giang's hands on her ass now, guiding her. The newly enlightened girl arched her back, pressing her tits into Lily's. Both were thrusting now, smearing their essence into the other, creating a wet, humid lubrication. Lily's head dipped forward, her teeth pulling on Giang's earlobes, Giang's cries pounding into the air.

"Huh ... huh ... huh ... huh," she panted with each thrust of Lily's body.

The slickness between their legs had spread to their entire bodies, the sweat beading on their skin meant they slid easily against each other. Giang's legs rose high in the air, angling her twat for Lily just right. Lily's cries joined Giang's, forming a duet of arousal as the sensations emanating from their cunts darted through their bodies like small birds taking flight.

Giang was chanting in Vietnamese now; Lily didn't speak the language but knew her lover was urging her on. She rested her forehead on Giang's shoulder, using it as leverage to thrust all the harder. Giang's arms wrapped her up, one across the shoulder blades, the other across the small of her back, crushing them together. Lily felt the slickness of her lover's skin, the heat pouring from her body, the breath constricting wonderfulness of their breasts flattening together.

Then Giang was cumming again, her body quaking against Lily's. Their mouths pressed together as she screamed her release. And then Hazel was cumming, the knowledge of what she'd just done to the delicious morsel beneath her being just what she needed to put her over the top.

Spent, exhausted and utterly fulfilled, the two panted into each other's ear. With a groan and an effort, Giang gently pushed. Lily rolled onto her back and Giang rolled with her, landing on her knees between Lily's legs. The sheen of sweat gleamed on Giang's caramel skin, her eyes ablaze with joy and arousal. Lily could see the windows had fogged over, the condensation thick and beaded. Keesha and Juliet had paired off now, their fingers slowly moving in and out of the other's twat as they kissed. Alix was riding the redhead's face. Edith licked between the Scottish girl's legs. As for the others, Lily didn't know where they were and she didn't care.

The chips had done this. She was fully cognizant none of this would have been possible but for them. She wondered if this should bother her. She could still remember a time when a scene like ... this ... would have been unthinkable to her. Then Giang's tongue found her slit, and moved slowly up to flick at the distended clit and all such thoughts were erased from Lily's mind. She loved her new life.