It didn’t take much of this before I was eagerly pushing back into him, the pain faded and I moaned. He too moaned, shuddering as he thrust harder and more roughly then before. Encouraging him I urged him on and he responded as I found myself thrusting harder into my pillow. The softness I was humping against and the feel of his thrusts hitting my prostate pushed me over the edge and it wasn’t long before I was shuddering, my cock jerking and I moaned.
He took longer but my coming seemed to prod and excite him, as he sped up, his thrusts becoming wilder and rougher, and his grip on my shoulders tightened and I could feel bruises forming. His teeth sunk into my shoulder and I grunted as I collapsed forward, giving up my soul and will as my body jerked and shuddered from my climax as he thrust a final time.
To my surprise I felt his dark energy flood into me and gasped as I felt it replacing the growing hole in my centre where my life force was being drained out of me. My shadowy power responded to his power as it always did, all but rolling in it in satiated pleasure. I felt his cock buried deep in me pulsing as it jerked filling me up with his hot seed and I heard his long, drawn out moan as he collapsed forward on top of me.
I’m not sure how long we lay there half comatose before he shifted, moving off me and rolling onto his back. I rolled onto my side and curled myself into his side, I nuzzled his neck, my fingers tracing over the tattooed runes.
“I want a smoke.” Leo said as he gently, but firmly pushed my hands away from him and untangled himself from our sweaty sprawl of bodies.
I admired his naked from as he went to his jeans and pulled out another of the thin dark green smokes he was so found of. Pulling an old fashioned silver lighter out of another pocket he came back towards me and crawled back onto the bed with it. He braced himself sitting up against the wall behind my bed and inhaled from the smoke, holding it and exhaling lazily as we both watched the smoke.
I moved up the bed so that I could hug him and rest my head on his chest, he wrapped his free arm around me. The spicy, peppery smell of green apples began to mingle in with the musky scents of sex already heavy in the air. I sneezed; my curiosity got the better of me and not one to ask I snatched it off him and took a drag.
“You shouldn’t be near this stuff, it’ll kill you.” He warned me but his eyes were amused, so I took it to mean he didn’t care what I did.
I flashed him a smirk and took a drag, sucking the smoke in and letting it go as I eyed the glowing red end of the smoke. I enjoyed the strong, heady effect it was having on my brain, liking the almost hyper alert and energised feel it gave me.
Still the comfortable silence stretched as my curiosity grew as to what he’d done to me. I examined myself, I felt different, my aura, my energy and at the centre of me where my life force usually was. He felt my growing curiosity, but being himself took his time answering me.
“You want to know who I am, what I am. But I think you know.” He finally said, his strange almost purring voice, sliding silkily over the words, making such mundane words sound so provocative, a sin.
I didn’t say anything, knowing he knew the answer to that but I let him know I still wanted to know anyway.
He sighed taking his smoke back and taking another drag off the end, the red glow at the end reflected a flare of the red of his own eyes. “I’m Leo, one of the thirteen Demon Lords.”
I grinned at him and offered a hand to him, when he cocked his head and gave me a bemused look I shook his hand. “Pleased to meet you Leo, I’m Chris the human.” I replied flippantly.
He grinned back. “Not human any more your not or not much longer anyway. Not that you were that human to begin with, your father was a naughty boy.”
“What?” I demanded, staring at him I felt horrified but couldn’t really lie to myself that it was a complete surprise.
He shrugged telling me without words that I was knowingly asking stupid questions that I already knew or suspected the answer to.
I thumped his shoulder hard. “I don’t care if you can read my every waking thought or feeling; I still want to hear it”
He laughed, a genuine laugh not his usual mocking, slightly bitter sounding laugh. “But I so like reading your thoughts and feelings, they’re so entertaining.” He teased me, his expression turning to that old irritating knowing amusement.
I glared at him.
He rolled his eyes. “The young are so impatient.” He complained.
He tapped my chest with his free hand and pulled one of my hands to his own chest. I felt my heart beating, slower then usual and as usual noted the stillness in Leo’s chest where there was no heartbeat. He dropped some of the glamour or whatever it was, I saw his red eyes and fangs. His face became even more fey, paler, starker and more sharply carved, even more exotic then when he was toning it down.
“I have always been a demon, I remember the days so long ago when we were all thrown out of God’s presence and sent down to Hell with Lucifer. I’ve spent many millennia at Lucifer’s side, using my time to fight my way up to a Demon Lord.” He began his voice quiet, stark without its usual sexy edge I loved.
“My heart unlike yours will never beat but I breathe more as a habit then for necessity, I don’t need oxygen, just as I don’t need my heart to beat. We demons have picked up the habit of breathing over so much time watching over humans.” He carried on, pausing as he took another drag of his smoke.
He offered it to me but I shook my head, the first toke was enough to have my head spinning and spaced enough as it was, plus I wanted to hear what he had to say.
“Usually when a demon of my status and power sleeps with a mortal it’s for food, we steal the life force, what you would call a soul. A human body cannot sustain itself without its life force so we’re in a sense killing people. Your human myths that tell of the incubus are quite close to the truth.” Leo explained with a small smile.
I smiled back. “Good to know there is some truth in old, musty myths.” I teased, unable to resist.
He shushed me.
“Demons contrary to what you’ve been led to think are the caretakers of humanity, we pick off the bad, weak or lost ones among you much as the wolf picks off the old, weak and injured to make the herd of deer healthy, ensuring the survival of an ecosystem. We cannot influence or steal the life force of the healthy, pure or happy. It is in our interest and God’s to have humans continue to exist and evolve.” Leo went on chuckling at my surprised expression.
He shrugged. “You’d be surprised at some of the truths behind some of the supposed legends and myths you humans have running around. Remember all myths have a grain of truth in them and demons have been among humans for a long, long time.”
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“So what’s your role, personal I mean.” I asked curiously.
He gave me a sexy side long look and smirked. “Karma. . . Each of us Demon Lords holds sway or dominion over certain areas. It’s merely a fancy way of saying what we have power over, what we can influence in your humans. My influence is in karma, sorcery, black magic, that sort of thing. Any time a human so much as curses somebody under their breath I hear it and have the power to influence either the human doing the cursing or the person being cursed.”
I gave him my own side long look. “So why this . .” I dared to ask.
He shrugged. “Your past tricks and enemies curse you a lot, you’ve ripped a lot of people off in your short life and you called me. . . my nickname has always been Trouble . If you tempt trouble too much you provoke me into answering to my name.” He answered flashing me that startling wicked smile of his, dimples flashing.
“So? You said that usually if you sleep with a human we’re dead, why am I still alive?” I wanted to know, ignoring the mingled feelings of dismay, sheer astonishment and stupidity at what he’d just told me. I’d deal with those later.
“Humans take about three days to die after we steal their souls, you don’t die straight away, it takes a few days for your bodies to give up the fight. Humans are stubborn fighters.” Leo answered.
“But your different, you were already half demon from the information I have, I know your father, one of the thirteen Demon Lords has a habit of having relationships with mortal woman he thinks himself in love with.” Leo said sounding both amused and disgusted. “One doesn’t sleep with humans except for food.”
“Ooh, who’s a snob?” I taunted.
He glared at me. “Do you want to hear this or not?”
I chuckled but gestured for him to carry on.
He sighed. “I did take your soul; you felt it, so yes your body will die. There aren’t that many half demons in existence, but those that have existed, most carry on and live semi normal human lives. But a few have the desire, the intention to leave their mortality behind, subconsciously or knowing they want to. It is a duty of a demon to help you come all the way over and leave your mortality behind. Whether you know it or not you had the desire and for that to happen your soul has to die, you need to loose your mortality so your body must also die. You consented to it”
I immediately felt sick and cold but what he said had a ring of truth to it and I once again examined my soul poking at the empty place at the centre of me where my life force once was. Now the empty space swirled with our mingled dark energy, my inner demon was still revelling in it and I felt my normal, healthy human aura already starting to sicken, to die. Leo hugged me, dropping quick, casual kisses in my hair as he comforted me.
“Do not feel scared, your soul is gone but you were already half demon and you were already feeding as demons do. Your soul was already tarnished, even though the life forces we take are from tarnished humans they are still souls that we are stealing so you built up kind of a bad debt. Again something karma has a hand in; I was always going to be coming for you Chris.” Leo suddenly commented, the gentle warmth of his tone and his words providing a strange comfort despite the stark horror of them and what they meant.
I felt the bone deep fear from what he said and what it all meant, I even felt the despair of a human whose just been told he’s lost his soul and is going to die. I also realised to my horror something that disturbed me more then anything he’d already said, I realised I was in love with him. I knew I was more scared of that then dying alone.
I felt more then saw Leo’s smile as he nuzzled my hair knowing he’d been following my thoughts. “Your hair smells good. Think I might stay with you for the next couple of days and maybe a while after that too” He continued affectionately, a subtle answering ring in his usual purring voice suggesting he was answering the questions I had not asked. I felt his smile widen to a grin and his arm tightened around me as he hugged me tighter against him.
So you see what I mean now? Remember my warnings be careful what you ask for, it really can come true, something like Leo could hear you and decide to answer you in person. I did eventually die and I did loose my soul but despite such dark events Leo was beside me and took on the role of teaching me how to adjust to my new life as a demon.
I have met my father and we get along quite well even this day. I saw my mother every now again, mostly at night when I could come into her dreams but my mother was a dear soul. She knew what I was and guessed what I had become, in her dreams when I spoke to her she was happy for me. She died a long time ago, Jared and my old gang of friends are all long dead. It has been a long journey but with Leo and my father’s help I have worked my way up to be the fifteenth Lord of Hell, you may now call me Shax, the Demon Lord of Thievery, Trickery and Deceit.
Beware reader you might want to watch those little white lies of yours, if you call on me enough I might pay you a visit.
The End
Three-Input Lady
Jasmine and I have been seeing each other for about three years now. Although I was totally in love with her, I have to admit I was getting a little bored with our sex life, and I found my eyes were straying a little more than they should. I most definitely did not want to cheat on her, though, so I figured it was time to try and make her into a three-input lady.
Jasmine had the cutest little ass I’d ever seen. She had been a gymnast until she was 17, and retained all the youthful firmness of her body even seven years later. But she would never let me touch her there, and I never pushed it. She would have to be eased into thinking of her puckered back door as yet another sensual part of her. I came up with a plan and took a couple of weeks to work out all the details. Then we went to a small mountain resort for the weekend, and I put my plan into action.
Our cabin was small and quaint, nested on the side of a forest-covered mountain with a stream nearby. I woke up at the crack of dawn one morning and woke Jasmine up too, kissing and stroking her firm ass cheeks. When she didn’t stir, I switched to licking her butt, then letting my tongue slip around and around her asshole and even darted it between her cheeks to tease the opening itself.
She bristled some and shifted her hips. “Ryan?”
I responded by returning to just kissing her sweet ass. If only she had known what my tongue was doing just a second before! I asked her, “Were you dreaming just now?”
Jasmine laughed and said yes. “How did you know?”
I moved back up to her lips and gave her a sweet good-morning kiss, but with no tongue – I didn’t want her figuring things out too soon. “Oh, I have ways. Let’s go for a walk.”
We got dressed and made our way hand in hand to the trickling stream. Jasmine was wearing thick (but cute) white cotton sweat pants and an equally plush baby blue sweatshirt to keep her warm in the cool morning air. Cold doesn’t bother me much, so I just wore my cotton shorts and a tank top. As we reached the stream, I stepped over a few rocks, kicked off my sandals, and stepped into the stream itself. It was only ten feet wide but was moving fast, and it was cold.
“C’mon,” I said.
“It’ll be too cold!”
“C’mon,” I repeated, waving my hands and jumping up and down. Jasmine took off her slippers and rolled up her sweats to just below her knees, and then walked carefully into the water. I took her hand and pulled her accidentally on purpose, so that she’d have to stumble into my arms.
“Ryan!” Her laughter resounded throughout the otherwise still and silent landscape.
“Close your eyes,” I said, standing behind her. She gave me a look, but obliged. “Listen … erotic, isn’t it?” She spun around, smiling. “No it’s not – now that’s enough.”
I held her tight and put my hands over her eyes. “Listen. You’ll hear it.” Jasmine’s smile left her face and she stood still. “Listen to the lapping of the water, the spanking of the current against the rocks.” My voice was soft and hypnotic, and I ran my hands up and down her thighs. “Listen to the gentle pulsing of the water against your feet.” I switched from her thighs to her breasts, and her body started to squirm and writhe against me. I pressed my half erection against her soft cheeks.
“Just you, me, and the water,” I said, reaching for the bottom of her sweater and peeling it up. She put her hands on mine to try and stop me, but then she changed her mind with a shrug and held her arms straight up. I pulled the sweater over her head and tossed it on the shore, well away from the stream.
I crouched down and slipped my fingers into the cold rushing water. Then I held my hand over her breast, letting the clear water caress Jasmine’s nipple. She flinched, but the dozen or so nubs right around the nipple rose instantly. I ran the pad of my index finger around the nipple to raise it to full attention as well, and then did the same with the other nipple. My cock was fully hard now and I let her know it by grinding into the crack of her ass. She responded by swaying her hips against me.
Then I pulled Jasmine’s sweat pants down to expose her butt. The cool air caused the tiny hairs on her skin to rise up and glisten in the sun. She held her pants up in the front while I pulled them down in the back. “There’s no one around for miles,” I said, reaching for her hand and pulling it away. The pants went down to her knees, and she lifted first one leg and then the other so I could pull them off her completely and send them to the shore after the sweater.
Then I worked my way up the back of her legs, kissing the droplets of water that the stream sent flying to stick to her smooth skin. Finally I was kissing her rosy rear and running my fingers through her bristling pubic hair. I didn’t want to ruin my plan by just jamming my tongue where it really wanted to go, though, so instead I stripped off my T-shirt and shorts and threw them on top of the sweats.
Now we stood there, both fully naked, my cock at full staff, Jasmine’s pussy sopping wet. A perfect opportunity for sex, you would think. Unfortunately, I could hardly feel my feet any more because the water was so cold, and Jasmine told me she needed to go back to the cabin to warm up, as her insides were starting to turn blue. “But first –” Jasmine took my cock in her warm hand and led me out of the little rivulet, and then bent down and sucked on it briefly. When she stopped, we dressed quickly and ran back to the cabin together.
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When we got there, I hung our damp clothes over the dining room chairs, and then returned to the bedroom, where Jasmine was lying on her stomach in the middle of the bed. I held a bowl in my hand that I kept out of her sight.
“What are you up to?” she said playfully.
I just said “Close your eyes again.” She put her face in the pillow, and I pulled an orange that I had cut into quarters the night before and put in the fridge. It was almost as cold as the water of the stream.
I held one of the quarters over Jasmine’s ass and pulled on her thigh to get her to open her legs just a little. Then I dripped a single drop of the sweet juice onto the crack of her ass, and licked my lips as I watched it drizzle down and disappear. Then I gently tugged at her butt to open her cheeks up, and then sent dozens of drops cascading onto the insides of her thighs and her pussy.
“Hey, what is that, anyhow?”
“Something sweet, like you,” I replied, kissing the juice from her thighs and butt. “Everything on you will taste good with this,” I added, forcing the rest of the juice onto her ass with one hard squeeze. Then I decided to really tease her. I took the rind with the pulpy remains still sticking to it and pressed it right up against her crack, covering her pink asshole. Then I rubbed it along her crack until her body writhed and wriggled.
Jasmine turned her head to one side, and I saw a look of contentment in her eyes. I slicked the rind up and down, over and over again, and each time I passed over her asshole I would push my thumb down on the rind to put some pressure on her. With each pass she raised her ass up just a little bit more.
Then I pulled the rind away and ran my tongue over the same spot, collecting the sticky flecks of orange pulp in my mouth. Finally the time had come. I parted her ass cheeks and took in the view: there were still several bits of orange clinging to her crinkled rim. I had to have her. I darted the very tip of my tongue right against Jasmine’s asshole.
“Ryan!” she said, flinging her hand against my face with almost no force at all. I ignored her and kept on.
“Don’t,” she said, still wriggling her hips. I swirled my tongue right against her asshole.
“That’s enough,” she said, but the second word turned into a moan. I jammed my tongue into her asshole, and she pulled her hands away.
“Oh, Ryan, ohhhh,” she said, thrusting her ass into the air to get my tongue deeper inside her. I had her.
I knelt between Jasmine’s legs and pulled on her hips to get them even higher. Then I started to ream her asshole seriously with my tongue, my lips flush against her rim. I reached downward and worked my cock, but I needed more time to get ready, so I yanked my tongue out, slid up, and stuffed my cock hard into Jasmine’s pussy.
All the air went out of her lungs with a grunt. As I fucked her, I jammed my whole thumb into her ass. Then I grabbed the other orange quarters, one at a time, and crushed each one against her asshole. I threw each quarter down on the bed as it was used up.
When I pulled out without coming, Jasmine knew exactly what I had in mind. She stretched her hands out to the sides and strained to grip the edges of the bed. The muscles of her forearms tensed, and she said, “Slowly, go slowly.” I took a firm grip on the base of my cock and prodded my purple head against her pulp-covered asshole. Jasmine clenched her fists on the sheets as my head passed agonizingly into her tight opening.
Her hands shot back to grip her ass – I don’t know what she had in mind exactly, but I took her hands and interlocked our fingers. I could feel my knuckles turning white with her clutch as I slowly ground my entire cock into her virgin ass. When it was all the way in, I yanked back on her arms, and Jasmine snapped her head back as far as it could go. Then I let go of her and wrapped one arm around her waist before we both hit the sheets. I gripped the headboard with the other hand and used it to pull my cock over and over into her puckered hole.
It was even more amazing than I had imagined. I knew Jasmine would be tight, but I had no idea how intense her iron grip on me would feel. Within just a minute or two, I felt my orgasm beginning to well up from deep within me. The intensity of my pleasure hurt me so much that my mind told me to pull out, but my animal urges kept me jammed inside Jasmine’s bowels.
Then I heard words I never thought would ever pass her lips. “Come for me, honey,” Jasmine groaned from deep in her belly. “Come, come in my ass.” Just hearing that sent me straight over the edge. I pressed myself down on her back as my brain exploded with a white light that overwhelmed what I was feeling in my cock and balls. I shot a dozen long ropes of jism into Jasmine’s back door. Then I lay there for a while on top of her, letting my cock marinate in my cream.
When I finally pulled out, I saw some of my come oozing out of Jasmine’s asshole. I licked it up, mixed with the remains of the orange juice, while Jasmine drifted back to sleep. When she was all cleaned up, I moved up in the bed to join her, wrapping my arms around her and spooning until I was asleep too.
Needless to say, my eyes have stopped wandering these days, and our sex life has never been better. Jasmine, my three-input lady.
The End
Death and Water
Born in the darkness that is the underworld, taught to behave as a helper to those who expedite death, I wonder what it will be like to be here for centuries more, even though nearly one has passed, and I have not aged past my 21st birthday. My name is Kalliope. I work for my lord Iacchus, ruler of the shadows, who just happens to be my father. I help my mentor, Asklepios; bring death to those who are near. We bring the shades down, although I do most of the work.
My name means “beautiful voice”, which is how I lure the shades to the entrance of the shadow world. The souls are unable to not follow my voice, and so Asklepios takes the last breath of life from them once their shades have left their bodies. I am one of quite a few handmaidens who are able to see the living world. There are teams who go all over the world to bring the souls down to the world below.
The Shadow World is where all good souls go, and the others go below, constantly to be working in the pits; I do not know the pits’ function. I was born down in the Shadow World. Iacchus is my father, and my mother was named Astraea, a handmaiden to the goddess Selinas, keeper of the moon.
I have been working with Asklepios for nearly seventy-five years now, since I turned 21. My life down here is rather boring. Every twelve risings, I get a day to myself. Equivalent to about six human days (we count the sun rising and the moon rising as two different days), I get one day off per “week”. Being not of the human race, we don’t need sleep. So I work all day and night for six “days” and get one off.
Usually then my father gets me to meet those young men who also are here- they are courtiers for his palace. All of them are strong, but all of them are dull. I find myself attracted to the son of Nereus, god over the waters. Krios is his name, and he is much like the human concept of a “merman”. Being more like the human concept of an “angel”, you can see my father is protective of me. My father said that “Never will you marry him if he was the last god on earth!” What he really means is ‘I don’t like him- so I am telling you no’.
Saying he doesn’t like Nereus would be an understatement actually. Iacchus and Nereus had a great friendship at one time, but they fought over my mother, Astraea. Nereus eventually married a sea witch, a nice one, named Ianthe, who passed onto the next realm, Shadow World, after a large storm broke out in the Carish Sea.
Now I am promised to a dull god named Alecto, and he is as “unceasing” as his name describes. Alecto is the god of thunder and lightning, and all other weather. He wants a marriage into my father’s family, and seeing as I am his only child, it’s a match made in “Heaven”, right? Wrong. Our only meetings have been very “stormy”, and I don’t mean his powers. I mean I have made it clear that I dislike him, and he doesn’t care. Alecto can be very stubborn, and although he is the same exact age as my father, it is me that he wants for a bride. Never mind all the other women who begged to be his, he wants the reluctant one!
Perhaps it would be intelligent to tell you what I look like, in order for you to get a mental image on me. My red hair falls down to my knees, although it is kept up in a braid or some other updo so I can fly clearly. My wings are like my fathers, a dark bluish-black color, with my eyes a dark hazel leaning towards blue. My cheekbones are high, and I often dress in a simple black gown, with a low back so my wings are not encumbered by cloth. My handmaidens say I look like a dark angel, so it must be so.
It is one Earth cycle (one year) until I am to marry the bore known as Alecto, so I ask my father for my last year off, as I am no longer going to be fetching souls in the above world. He complies, and I leave, choosing to roam the Earth and see the sights.
I roam the continents for the first two months, listening to the earth music, and meeting the earth goddesses. Next, I decide to live on an island, somewhere far away from the entrances to Shadow world. I look around, and spot a place- a light filled island, with palm trees and plenty of space, deserted of human life. I arrive there very soon, and build my own abode for my remaining ten months unattached. The last ten months of my free life. My Shadow clothing I swap for some light colored wear I got from Artemis, who I visited while in Greece. I take the afternoon swimming in the ocean, naked and free, swimming with dolphins and sunfish in the shallows of a reef.
My long hair covers most of my body, the long braid I put it in though, did not. I didn’t expect any visitors, none-the-less, so it was much to my surprise that I was in for company.
A young man swam up to me. “Hello, haven’t seen you around here before.”
“I live on that island over there,” I reply, “I just arrived this morning, and decided to explore.”
He laughed, and I knew I remembered that from somewhere. Suddenly I placed it.
“Krios?” I questioned, “Is that you?”
The illusion melted off. “Yes, Kalliope, it is indeed. You have not contacted me in a while. Anyone else enter your life?”
I frowned. “Sadly, yes. I am to be married to Alecto in ten months. I am savoring my last few months of freedom. I was forbidden from contacting you, and father took away the necklace you gave me.”
“I know.” He frowned too, sad.
“I wish I could be with you- honest- but I was locked up in my room when my father pulled that threat from my mind. He didn’t let me out until he chose a husband for me. It took months, and Asklepios had to take Minerva along with him.”
Minerva was another handmaiden. She had a very big crush on Asklepios and everyone knew- except Asklepios. Sadly for him, with me being away, Minerva became his partner for the soul lure.
“I believe you. And I have a plan. Come with me.” He swam deep; I followed him, nervous but excited, and thankful that I am able to breathe underwater. He brought me all the way to an underwater cottage- a few miles away from my island home.
“Here we are,” he said, excited. “Come in- make yourself at home.”
I entered; surprised to find myself in his mother’s home, where she lived before she met Nereus. He showed me around the small cottage, and brought back an emerald locket.
“Where did you find it?” I asked, surprised- it appeared to be the same one he gave to me years ago.
“This is a new one- the old one was destroyed. Put it on, and your father will not be able to track you. I warn you though; there is one other thing that will happen. While you wear it, your wings will disappear, and you will gain a tail, much like my own.”
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I nodded, nervous. “Okay… Here goes nothing.” I put it on, and felt a strange sensation on my back- when I reached back, nothing was there- a strange feeling hit my stomach, and I felt ill- my legs, which I was standing upon, slipped out from under me, and I fell to the floor of the ocean. He caught me, and pointed down to what was once my legs- Instead, I now had a blue-green colored tail, and small fins jutting out from my forearms. I looked up at him, surprised.
“Wow” I said, not certain what else to say.
“That is not all of the transformations that have occurred.” He brought me over to a mirror. My long red hair flowed sleek at my sides, as if untouched by the water. My eyes were greener than the emerald gem that now sat on my neck. My hair was pulled back by two starfish, and my nails were a pearlescent color. My lips, which once were bright red, were now a coral color, and my chest was covered by a simple gilded net, leaving very little to the imagination. My tail, I saw, was a rainbow of blue and green, as I twisted my tail, the scales reflected the light. I touched it, amazed by the muscle beneath my skin, and took my first couple of strokes in this new world.
“Now,” he said, “it is time for us to go home.” He smiled, clearly glad to have me back.
We swam across several underwater streams, past a few geysers, and over a deep trench, which I nearly was sucked into by the underwater currents. At last, we reached it. An underwater palace greater than any Atlantis one could possibly think of in all their wildest dreams. He escorted me to the outskirts of town, and placed a diadem of pearls on the crown of my head.
“This is for all to know that you are mine, no one else,” he said, looking deeply in my eyes, “and nobody will dare hurt you with the mark of the crown prince of the sea on you.” I looked at him, remembering indeed that he was prince of the sea. He kissed my cheek and led me down the underwater boulevards that made up Calceaia.
We were welcomed kindly by Nereus, which surprises me to oblivion, because of the obvious rift between him and my father. It turns out he still wishes to honor the vow that he and my father made nearly a century ago, right before I was born, to have Krios and I married when I turned 21. The fight over my mother had long been over by then, but the second fight happened to be when Nereus demanded my release to Krios after he and I had grown up together. My father, being the cold hearted demon of death that he was, refused, as he was using me to work for him. Now, 75 years later, I could fulfill my fathers and Nereus’ vow to each other, since the caveat was made that if I put on the necklace that Krios gave me, I would be giving myself of my own free will.
What he did not know, however, and that I did then tell him, was that I was betrothed to Alecto. He carried on like sea gods do, calling up a storm, upon which he then summoned my father to him, claiming he was having problems with people passing over into the next realm.
Krios brought me out of the room, and then the mood changed completely.
“Well, my love, it seems to me like we are going to be together now.” He said, smiling. I nodded silently, still worried that my father would take off with me, claiming that the deal was null and void for some reason. He kissed my cheek gently, and I let him hold me as I worried about it.
“Don’t worry,” he continued after a bit of thought, “it will all be fine. Now let us talk of what we should do for our honeymoon, and where in the ocean we shall live?”
I shook my head. “Let us not count our chickens before they hatch. We do not yet know….”
I was interrupted by some very loud yelling, signaling that my father was indeed here. And he was very mad.
“Trickery! Utter trickery! Fooling a young woman into coming down here? If I do not allow it, she loses her godhood you imbecile! Do you know that, clever god of the sea?” Iacchus bellowed, infuriated.
“That was never my intent, Iacchus, but yes.” Nereus sounded calm, gentle in the face of death himself.
“Well of course you know it, you thought up this crazy scheme! You will have to go through Alecto in order to get my ascent. Your son will have to go through Alecto. "
“How do you propose we do such?”
“A battle will suffice. This battle will take place in ten months, and whoever succeeds will marry my daughter that day. Both will be on legs, you hear me? Now let me see my daughter!”
I shivered in fear at the sound of my father’s angry voice, his bellow resounding through the entire palace. Krios held my hand, calming me as his voice calmed the sea.
“She is in here.” Nereus opened the door, and my father came in on Krios standing in front of me protectively, shielding me from my father’s angry glare.
“Kalliope, get that winged form over here before I drag you myself.” I swam from behind Krios, to float in front of my father, wingless and tailed.
“What? What! What have you done to her? Where are her wings? Where is her moonstone diadem?” He bellowed loudly.
Nereus replied, “Look carefully at her necklace. Inside the emerald you will see small black spots, which hold her heritage, so that she can travel between the two worlds. Once she fully submerges in water, she becomes mermaid. Once she is fully out, she regains her moonstone diadem and wings. I would not tamper with who she is, Iacchus.” His serenity permeated everybody except the one who needed it the most.
Iacchus nodded, satisfied. “Kalliope Starskimmer, you will teach Krios how to walk upon land. You will teach him all you know of fighting. Go to the summer cottage near the Bay of Alsace. Train him there, and then come to the northernmost entrance of Shadow World when the day comes. If he loses, to Alecto you will go, with obedience as a good daughter should.”
I nodded, hopeful that my training will be well to Krios. My father disappeared, leaving behind a black pearl necklace for me. A note attached said, ‘This is from your mother. She wishes you good luck, and wants you to stay true to your heart but also true to your family.’ I put on the necklace, thanking her silently, wondering if the perfection of the pearl was due to lady Selinas herself.
Krios nodded at me, signaling that we should be headed for training, as just over nine months was left until my marriage, although to whom I did no longer know.
The End
Last story for tonight , guess all these stories I posted these two day & nights will keep you all for sometime liao . Please do enjoy and Thanks for your support .
Peeping Tomasena
Now before I start, you may wonder “Why Tomasena?” Well, what would you call a girl who loves to watch other people doing naughty things to each other, a female peeping Tom?
The answer is simple. I get off on every opportunity to watch couples, or any other combination of people, or any single person doing anything sexy. It started with simple dog walking. I took the dogs out one sunny afternoon; it was so warm the sun streaming through the trees.
I had let the dogs loose as it was miles from the road. Whenever my Lassie starts to act strange, like there is someone about, she always comes close to me. If a stranger comes in sight or within her hearing, she walks so close in front of me that she almost trips me up.
On that day, I looked around and saw nothing. But as I walked I could hear what sounded like a woman’s voice making those unmistakable sounds of sexual pleasure. I called the dogs to me very quietly. They are very well trained so I didn’t need to raise my voice.
Following the sound I spotted a man’s backside pumping up and down, obviously fucking some lucky girl. I hushed the dogs to prevent them from barking and watched, getting close as I dare as he rammed his cock into her like he was some sort of fucking machine. My god, he was giving her some serious sex.
I stayed watching as long as I dare, totally mesmerised by the spectacle in front of me, feeling my pussy getting wet at the thoughts of her being fucked so hard and so well. I think I might have been just a little jealous.
I wished it was me in her place getting well fucked, but as he groaned and was obviously about to come, I tore myself away from the sexiest sight I have ever encountered and walked quickly away. As soon as I got home my clothes were off, my fingers doing what I wanted that stranger to have done. I brought myself to one of the best orgasms I have ever had with my fingers.
The thoughts of watching those two young people in the woods stayed with me for weeks. Every time I thought about them I got all hot and wet. I started to walk the dogs more often. Every day I would scour the woods hoping to see a repeat performance.
It was several months later when, after walking the dogs, I was almost home I spotted a car parked in the trees. As I neared it I noticed it was rocking, giving away the occupants, a young couple; it was so obvious what they were doing.
I got as close as I dare and peeped through the window. The woman was riding her man such that her face was in full view. She had her eyes shut, so didn’t see me as I crept closer, almost touching the car as it rocked gently on it’s suspension in time with her vigorous thrusting.
She opened her eyes and smiled at me, not blinking at my intrusion. She seemed to welcome my presence. Of course I had heard of dogging but I had never before witnessed anything like this.
She suddenly jumped off him. His cock was sticking up. It was huge. She knelt on the passenger seat and bent her head down to his cock, turning her face sideways to give me a clear view of her mouth as it devoured his big brute.
He looked at me indicating I should show myself, signalling me to pull my skirt up. But I daren’t do it. As hot as I was, it was just too much for me to expose myself in public.
I must have watched those two for half an hour before another car pulled into the car park. I walked away quickly, feeling so sexy and I rushed home to relieve myself. I lay on my bed, my clothes thrown on the floor as I tore them off, so eager was I to get my fingers to work on my wet pussy.
Closing my eyes I let my fingers roam, touching myself; first the outer lips - I felt the overflow of moisture that had seeped out, then opened my outer lips, stretching them wide, feeling the cooling effect of the summer breeze wafting through the window, fanning the flames of desire.
I was deliberately not touching my clit. That would have to wait. I wanted this to last, inserting just one finger deep into my saturated cunt, enjoying the wetness on my finger, making little circular motions round and round and driving my already overheated body into overdrive.
My mind pictured that pretty young girl riding her man, her tits bouncing in time with her lustful actions. I imagined how she must have felt, fucking him, knowing that I was watching her every move, delighting in her sexual performance.
How I wished it was me, not her, with my cunt full of hard cock. Oh! How I needed to be filled, to be fucked hard just as she had been and, yes, I would have loved to wrap my lips around his big hard shaft, kissing and sucking him to climax. I would have taken every drop of his come, swallowing it all and then shown him the residue on my tongue before kissing him hard on his mouth, letting him taste himself, giving him a little of what he had given me.
This was getting so good. My mind is the sexiest part of my being. It can take me where no other part can. My imagination runs wild as I give in to the need to touch my clit, knowing it will make me come so quickly.
The first touch was, of course, expected. It is my finger, after all, but the shock of contact was like an electric shock, sending waves of pure pleasure through me, sending those wonderful messages to my brain, setting fire to my libido.
My clitty felt so big, so engorged, sticking out of its little hood like a tiny penis, and just as sexy. I can feel the heat as my finger rolls it gently round, making me gasp at the intensity of the passion I’m generating in my cunt.
I slipped my finger back into the slippery depths, feeling the effect that my finger was causing, my vagina gripped my finger like a vice, throbbing and pulsating; no help from me was needed. This was purely automatic.
My tits need some attention so leaving my pussy to its own devices. I grip both my nipples hard, making myself gasp with the pain and excitement of the sensations coursing through my body. Why do I love to make my eyes water by griping my nipples so hard?
I could wait no longer. One hand stroked across my flat belly and found my clit waiting patiently for its release. I rolled my finger round it until I could stand it any longer, changing to a vigorous rubbing motion, my orgasm only seconds away. My mind tripped back to that lovely young woman riding her man.
As the climax hit me my mind was in a whirl, just imagining that his cock was buried deep inside me, my pussy gripping and squeezing him like it was trying to do to my fingers. Oh! How I wished I was that girl.
I walked day after day in those woods trying to find another couple making love outside. It had become an obsession with me; I need to watch someone fucking in the woods.
As the summer draw to a close, it became more difficult to walk the dogs in daylight. I didn’t like walking in the woods at night; after all there were some very strange men at large after dark. However it would always be necessary to exercise those three hounds.
I thought it would be safe to go out with three big dogs by my side as they looked a lot fiercer that they were. In fact they were the biggest wimps ever. If anyone came near they would hide behind me, but the look of them should be enough.
So, dressed for the cold winter evening, I went out. I walked quite briskly so as not to draw too much attention to myself. The dogs ran beside me, free of their leashes. We walked about a mile and turned back for home. We had to cross the car park to get on to the road and walk the short distance home.
I noticed several cars parked - mostly in the bushes at the sides of the park. I looked, thinking those naughty thoughts. Were any of those cars full of sexy people, wanting to show off their sexual prowess?
I saw that one car had the interior light on, so I made a slight detour to walk close to it. Yes, there was a man and a girl sitting in the front seat, snogging deeply. I slowed right down as I neared the window, angling even closer, making sure that, if there was anything to see, I wouldn’t miss it.
As I got to the car I just stopped, knowing it was very dangerous for a young woman to be loitering in an unlit car park at night. This couple obviously wanted to show off. What if some men had seen them and came to investigate?
My feet refused to move, seeming to be rooted to the ground. My eyes carefully watching his hands as he slowly pushed the front of her tee shirt higher until, her white bust was showing clearly. She had no bra on. There was nothing except his hand to hide her wonderful young tits from me.
He rolled her nipples around like I love to do to mine. It was making me long for sex, my pussy was getting so wet, I could feel the moisture seeping into my knickers. I wanted so much to touch myself.
Another car came into the car park shining its lights across me and the car I was watching. It scared me so much I ran for the road leaving this wonderful sight. Why, oh why did that car come and spoil my pleasure?
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Making it safely back to my home I did something very much like last time, stripping off my clothes and giving myself a huge climax, better that I had ever experienced before. It was almost as good as that first time but lacking only in the image of her fucking him.
My husband came home and I reverted to the little housewife, cooking him some supper and watching TV until bedtime. My mind wasn’t on the program though; it was in that car park, watching his hand fondle her milky white tits.
At work the following day I simply couldn’t get the image of that car out of my mind, wondering how on earth I could be brave enough to stand and watch as some man made love to his girl, while I enjoyed the scene.
A plan started to form in my mind. If I had been a man no-one would have given me a second glance. It was because I am a woman that it was so risky. What could I do to overcome this situation?
One evening, arriving home after dark again, the dogs were going mad wanting their walk. The poor things had been at home alone all day but did have the run of the house and a flap in the back door to get out whenever they wanted to, though only into the back garden that had high fences to protect them.
I ran upstairs, quickly changing from my office suit to some old jeans and a big sloppy jumper. I decided I would also wear a pair of big old boots that I used for gardening. Back down stairs I found hubby’s long waxed cotton coat. It came almost to the ground on me.
This effectively hid the fact I was female. I looked just like a small man with this big old coat covering my curves. I took the dogs for their usual long walk, hoping that the young couple would be in the car park by the time I returned. Alas, it was not to be, the car park was empty.
I risked waiting around for a while, knowing my husband wouldn’t be home for well over an hour. I had the time, I just needed the courage. Dare I wait for someone to come? There were some old picnic benches back in the woods, dare I sit and wait for a while?
Yes I did, but it still drew a blank. No-one else came - just me, the dogs, and a big empty car park. To say I was disappointed would be the understatement of the year. I was gutted; all that planning and nothing to show for it.
Did you know those waxed cotton coats had special pockets, a normal one and another slit that you could put your hand through to reach inside. I suppose so that you could access the pockets of whatever you had on underneath. It’s a clever idea, isn’t it?
My jeans were too tight to put my hands in the pockets - most girls jeans are. I often wonder why they bother to put pockets in girls’ jeans. They are just about useless, especially as tight as I liked to wear mine. Then it occurred to me that I could touch myself between my legs through this special pocket and give myself a big thrill. Not that it did much for me that night, except frustrate me further. There were no cars to peep in and there was no way to access my pussy either.
Like most good inventions necessity is the mother. It made me think about what I could wear in future, because I was sure to find another car sooner of later with a couple in it who wanted to be watched, wasn’t I?
I returned home disappointed, still thinking about ways to be able to peep without being spotted as a woman doing a very male thing. I wanted so much to watch another couple, like in that first car, actually making love to each other. It made me so horny and excited; I wanted more of that wonderful feeling.
After supper I spent some time looking through my wardrobe trying to find just the right pair of trousers but everything I owned was tight. So tight that it was impossible to slip my hand down the top, and the zip on most of them was at the side.
Still searching I came across an old pair of open crotch tights that I bought but never wore, well only once to thrill him. He liked that sort of thing. I prefer stockings and even more I love suspenders. They are much more sexy that these horrible looking tights. Then I had an idea.
Sorting through my trousers again I found a pair of tight fitting pants that had grass stains on them from a BBQ last summer. I had tried to get the stain out but I couldn’t and they were useless. I went to my sewing room and, using the tights as a pattern, cut the trousers and stitched them just like the open crotch tights.
Leaving only a waist band and four strips of material to hold up the legs, my entire crutch was now open and very exposed. Unfortunately the pants were white so I quickly mixed some dye and changed the colour to a very dark blue - navy blue much like the sort of colour of pants a man would wear for walking at night if, like me, he didn’t want to advertise his presence. I washed dried and ironed them and I tried them on as soon as my hubby left for work. I stripped off my dressing gown, and, looking in the mirror, I pulled these almost trousers up and fastened them around my waist.
I admired my work. I looked so damn sexy, only the slim pieces of material covering my otherwise naked bum. The holes at the back and sides were totally superfluous; I didn’t need to open them up at all. It was just vanity that made me copy the crotch less tights so accurately, knowing how much men like those ugly things.
But this wasn’t ugly at all. It was down right horny. Did I dare to go out wearing nothing but these cut away trousers under his old coat? I fetched it from the cloakroom and, standing in front of my mirror, I slipped it over my shoulders. Just a tee shirt covered my upper half. I had no bra because that would push my bust up and out, I wanted, for once, to hide my wonderful tits.
I fastened the coat to the lowest button, just below my knees, standing up to see if it was obvious that I was not the man I pretended to be. My hand slipped into the false pocket, feeling naked skin, sending shivers down my spine. Was I brave enough?
I walked out into my garden, still completely safe, but the sensations having my pussy bare under this old coat made my skin all goose pimply. I wanted to go out of the garden but I had to get ready for work, so reluctantly I went back indoors.
A quick shower and I set off to work. Oh how I hated every minute of that day, it seemed as if this evening would never come. I normally love my job but today it seemed so pointless and such a waste of my precious time; time that could have been spent looking for young couples in cars.
I raced home faster than I should have done. Thank goodness there were no police with speed cameras about. I hit ninety miles an hour along the by-pass in my eagerness to get home to those cut away trousers and hubby’s old coat.
My heart was beating like a drum, so fast, like a teenager on her first date wondering if she will, or won’t give in to him. That night, was it to be the night she would become a woman? Can you remember those times? I know I can very clearly, as if it were right now.
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I wasted no time on the usual leisurely cup of coffee and perhaps a teacake. Nothing was going to stop me now. I dashed up to my bedroom, stripping off my suit and of course my undies, quickly finding those trousers hidden in the back of my wardrobe.
As I pulled them up around my waist I couldn’t help notice the way they framed my pussy, exposed so nicely. My bum looked so round and cute and just as exposed. I felt and looked so sexy. I just knew this was going to be the night!
I wrapped my almost naked body in his coat, the hood pulled up over my head hiding most of my long blond hair. I called the dogs, and went out through the gate. It was as if I was someone else instead of the respectable house wife and career girl I had always thought myself. I felt like a tart; a brazen little tart.
My hands were busy with the dog leads until I reached the woods. Then, as soon as I had released the leads, my hands went into the special pockets, both sides slipping directly onto my bare flesh. God was I hot. I could feel the heat emanating from my exposed pussy. I could even smell the aroma that usually only made itself apparent in the bedroom; that musky smell of a woman on heat, ready for whatever her man desired of her, wanting everything he had to give and perhaps more!
I cheated those poor dogs in my haste to get back to the car park, only to be disappointed. Not a car in sight. I sat at the same picnic table, but this time my fingers had ample access to my hot wet bits.
I had to be careful not to make myself come. It was so good being able to do this in a public place but feeling hidden from view by this big old coat. I waited for at least half an hour before the lights of a car pieced the gloom of the forest, searching as they swung around, coming to a stop only a few yards away from where I was sat.
I prayed it was not just another dog walker parking his car. I realised I was holding my breath waiting to see what happened next, my finger automatically stroking my naked flesh hidden under my coat.
The interior lights in the car came on as someone opened the door, then the other door opened as well. In the dim glow cast by the small light I could just about make out a man and a woman. The front doors slammed shut, then the back doors opened and they both climbed in, onto the back seat. Had my prayers been answered?
As the back doors closed, the interior light faded and all was dark and very quiet. Dare I walk out to the car and peep inside? What was happening in that back seat? People don’t usually get in the back of their car to sit and read, but were their intentions as base as mine?
Not wanting the dogs to give me away, I tied their leads to the picnic table and I crept slowly out towards the car, hoping I was not seen by the occupants. I was almost there when suddenly the interior light flickered on again. It didn’t seem a dim glow now. It was so bright; it looked like competition for Blackpool illuminations in the dark of this lonely car park.
I stopped dead in my tracks. Had they seen me stealing forward to peep into the car? Was the light an indication of the door being opened, or was it, as I hoped, lit to show what they were doing to any dirty old man that happened to come along; or, as in this case, a dirty young woman.
Frozen to the spot, I waited to see what happened next. I could see them sitting in the back snogging like a couple of teenagers, his hands exploring the front of her shirt, the bottom of it coming open as he eased his hand further up, onto her tits.
Creeping forward again, I knew I should not be here but I couldn’t help myself. I had this fixation in my mind for watching this, whatever it turned out to be. Both my hands were working on my wet pussy, bringing me dangerously close to a climax as I stood there watching this scene unfold before my eyes.
My feet wouldn’t obey my instructions to stop, and crept forward, bringing me closer to the pool of light surrounding the car until I was right up to the side. I was now looking down on this young couple fondling and feeling each other, knowing they were on display to anyone who happened to look. Yes this was exactly what I had hoped for all day.
Her tits were naked now, glowing white in the illumination of the interior light. His cock, out of his fly, stuck up like a big red beacon. Her small hand was wrapped around it, making it look even bigger that it was. They were still locked in a kiss, oblivious to anything other than their desire for each others bodies.
But, as they broke the kiss, his eyes locked on mine. He smiled and whispered something in her ear and she turned her head towards me, smiling, telling me it was OK to look; it was their intention to give a show for whoever was lucky enough to be present.
My fingers were working overtime doing what I should have done in the private of my bedroom, not out here in this dark and dangerous car park. They at least had the security of the car around them I had nothing, not even the dogs; they were tied to that picnic table back at the edge of the woods.
The fear of getting caught made the situation more exciting and my fingers responded by working even harder at bringing me off. I had to forcibly restrain myself because I shouldn’t come. Not out here, it was just too risky.
He lifted his bum up as she pulled his trousers down, then her skirt went and she was struggling to get astride him. She managed to get herself on his lap and he looked up at me as she slid down, impaling herself on his big hard cock. Her face was a picture of unbridled lust as he penetrated her, his hands groping for her tits.
He reached out towards me. My heart stopped. I thought he was going to open the door but he pressed the window winder and the window opened just an inch or two. He asked me to show her my cock. What the hell did I do now? My disguise had worked too well; he really thought I was a dirty old man!
Thank goodness my head was above the level of the roof so the light didn’t shine on my face. He would have seen the bright red of my blush as he asked me to expose myself to his woman. I had no choice but to ignore his request. I didn’t have a cock to show her, all I had was a neatly shaved pussy.
Her hands locked behind his head as she rode him. The sight made my knees go weak as the feelings of pure sexual excitement washed over me. I had to try not to let myself come, not here in front of these doggers showing off for men, not knowing I was just as well equipped as his girl to satisfy her man.
She turned her head towards me. Her lips were red from their passionate snogging, her mouth slightly open in an inviting way, as we women tend to when turned on by something as naughty and nice as this was for her. She smiled and said “Please show me your cock.” I almost ran for it, but something deep inside me held me rooted to the spot.
I realised I had no choice. I must either run off or show her my “cock.” I reached down, undoing the bottom button, never knowing why I did it. There was no conscious thought, just a reaction, then the next button and another one. I was almost up to my crotch now. How much further would I go? My fingers just kept undoing buttons.
At last all of them were undone, and so was I. My heart was hammering deep inside my chest as I pulled the coat open exposing my naked flesh to two complete strangers. Her gasp was completely audible outside the car as she saw what was under my coat. His eyes nearly popped out of his head.
They certainly didn’t expect to see a glistening wet smooth cunt staring back at them, nor did they show any sign of being put off by the fact I wasn’t the man they expected. It was, in fact, quite the reverse. My fingers still poked through those wonderful holes in the pockets, stroking my so inflamed desire as I watched them fuck like rabbits.
The car was bouncing as she rode him to a climax. He grunted and stiffened as he pumped her full of his man juice. She still rode him hard, obviously trying to reach her pinnacle as well. She was gasping, with both lust and from the energy she was expending on this marathon fuck.
I was so close, I couldn’t wait any longer. My body almost collapsed as it hit me from so deep down, taking all my strength with it. I managed to hold onto the car to prevent me from falling to the ground, my face touching the glass of the car window. She groaned and joined me in my orgasmic release.
Quickly buttoning up my coat, I walked back to my poor dogs tied to that table. How could I leave them like that for my own selfish enjoyment? I must be kinder to them in future, because without them I have no excuse to go walking in the woods at night, with my long waxed cotton coat hiding my womanly charms.
I have, of course, repeated this many times but it was never as exciting as that first time and I never showed myself again, it was just too much of a risk. I felt so vulnerable out there with those sexy trousers on and just that big old coat covering my near nakedness.
So if you go dogging some quiet evening, look out for a slim young man with long blond hair and a very large old wax coat on.
It might just be me!
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
Second Swinger Resort Visit
I applied liberal amounts of conditioner to both sides of her sexy pussy mound and while waiting for the conditioner to work told Jenna to come closer for a better view. Jenna came over to the bed where Elle was lying with legs spread wide, knees up (again a very tempting position) and sat down beside Elle facing her hot pussy. I could tell Elle was extremely aroused now. My pussy licking and clit sucking with a relative stranger watching had sharply focused both women on how extremely erotic the situation was and both of their breaths (and mine somewhat) were increasingly short and quick.
Carefully and smoothly I shaved one side of my wife’s hot pussy from her groin up to the ribbon, making sure to tease her clit plenty while doing so. Then I stopped and handed the razor to Jenna. She took the razor from my hand as if I had asked her to hold it for me. When I saw the look on her face I said “This side is done, you shave that side.” she began trembling but took her position between Elle’s legs willingly and got down on her knees as I had been to steady herself.
“Don’t worry Jenna” I said. “Just do what I did, you don’t have to press hard and you’ll see how easy it is.” Slowly Jenna put the razor on Elle’s untanned patch of crotch. She began shaving, slowly at first, then with more confidence, Elle’s willing and spread crotch. In a few seconds she was done and started to stand up but I put my hand on her bare should and told her she wasn’t finished yet. I pulled the ribbon off of Elle and Jenna instinctively stroked the now shaved smooth skin and narrow tuft of hair and said “That’s really nice.”
“You have to shave that little bit of skin above her clit” I explained, “It makes eating her juicy pussy wonderful.” I reached down took my wife’s swollen and throbbing pink clit between my thumb and forefinger and as I pulled the skin above it tight said “Hold her clit like this and gently shave this little bit here.” Jenna, almost eagerly now, squeezed Elle’s clit as I had and pulled the skin tight. Elle let out a several small moans as she grew more and more excited but Jenna was finished quickly and I helped Elle sit up.
“Elle needs to shave the sides of her pussy lips” I told Jenna “It’s much easier for her to manage that area but you need to watch her closely if you and Ben plan to shave your bikini area.” I watched Jenna’s face closely as she concentrated completely on Elle’s pussy lip shaving technique. When Elle finished Jenna moved back to the bed beside Elle and with quick breaths said “That was fantastic, easy and you look super hot!”
“Thanks!” said Elle “I was sure you’d think so!” Then, with perfect timing Elle said “Now let’s shave you!”
Jenna almost spoke and, I could tell, was going to say no thanks but suddenly her face changed from slightly apprehensive to nervous excitement and she said “Sure, why not? I think I’ll like it!”
Elle quickly volunteered me to do the honors “He’s much better at the straight line part than I am” she explained. This was partially true, but the real reason is Elle has no real bisexual or lesbian feelings and would rather watch me handle another woman’s pussy knowing she and her perfect pussy have nothing to worry about losing my affections. But, she enjoys such close, erotice nude contact extremely and loves to be touched and caressed by others before giving her big firm natural tits, tight pussy and ass completely to me.
Our eager pupil laid back immediately and submissively pulled her knees up and spread wide open. Suddenly, Elle and I had our first full view of her pussy because Jenna had always kept her legs closed demurely before and her pubic hair hid the uppermost parts when walking nude. Her pussy was nicely formed, average size not as small and dainty as Elle’s but she certainly had nothing to hide. I could tell Jenna was encouraged when Elle said “Jenna, you have a very pretty pussy, you will love showing it off!”.