EM1989
04-16-2010, 1:31 AM
Okay, as before this contains violence, kidnapping, smothering, facesitting, and female domination. All characters depicted are 18+. I hope you enjoy and I'm happy for any and all feedback, feel free to post in the thread or PM me with suggestions, criticisms, comments. Read Part 1 or the plot won't make any sense:
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Without much delay a second voice spoke, “Ooh Me! I insist!” The strongly discernable Italian accent allowed no other conclusion but that the speaker was Sara. Anne moved away, the soft material of her dress caressed my face as she removed the dark shroud. To my right, looking down at me, was Sara. Her perfect plump limps formed a mischievous lop-sided grin. She leaned down pressing her face against mine and, closing her eyes as she did so, gave me a heavy long kiss. She ran her tongue slowly along my lips, tasting the thick, delicious residue of Anne’s cunt. She withdrew slowly. I watched as a trail of Anne’s vaginal slime hung in the air between our lips, after a few seconds the trail broke and fell down onto her chin and began to slowly trickle down her pale white throat. My first kiss. “In other circumstances I’d say that you were a very lucky boy”, she whispered, the womanly fluids glistened on her soft pink lips as she spoke.
“One thing I have always wanted to do was beat a man up. A big, strong man. To batter and break him, within an inch of his life.” She was breathing heavily as she spoke, the excitement welling in her voice. “I think you’ll do nicely.” As I listened to her plans my penis had grown harder than it ever had been, it throbbed with a strong pulse. “Just in case I do get carried away, y’know, in the moment . . . any last requests?” I didn’t have to think, I knew what I wanted then more than anything else in the world, what I craved; “I want to taste you”.
“Then get on your knees”, she replied with more than a small degree of satisfaction evident in her sweet voice. I lifted myself up from the bench with a great deal of effort and some pain; I was badly bruised and a rib had been cracked in my left side. I slumped to my knees in front of her, my face at a level with her crotch. She brought down her left foot triumphantly on my right shoulder and smirked at me; me the conquered, her the conqueror. She had taken her shoes off sometime when Anne was mounted upon my tongue, the faint smell of sweat and warm leather entered my nostril from her foot. I turned my head to the right and kissed her big toe, it was salty and slightly moist. She took a handful of my hair and forcibly redirected my head to face her crotch, with her free hand she back-handed me across the cheek; the sharp stinging pain ran through my tenderized flesh like a blade. With her free hand she grabbed a handful of skirt and pulled it up slowly to reveal her powerful legs. Her calves were magnificent; thick and well muscled but feminine and covered with a soft layer of fatty tissue. Her thighs were several thick slabs of muscle which could barely be seen under the soft feminine cover. She was the very definition of an Amazon. I gazed in awe at her legs, slick with moisture from the heat, the thick dress, and the excitement of the situation. She forced my head down to her foot, I extended my tongue and tasted her salty sweat. She slowly dragged my tongue across his legs, up her thighs until my tongue was touching her panties. They were white and delicate with girlish pink frills across the edges, and they were soaked through with her natural lubricating juices. The womanly scent of her pussy was strong, stronger than Anne’s had been, and overpoweringly as it penetrated my nostrils.
She rubbed my face into her delicate cotton panties, I sucked at the material and tasted once again sticky vaginal fluid on my tongue. She pushed my face deeper into the damp fabric, underneath I could feel a voluminous cushion of pubic hair. She pushed me lower onto my knees with one hand and with the other hitched her panties down to her knees. The genital odor flooded the immediate vicinity, strong and enchanting – I could almost taste her vulva. She lowered me backwards by the hair and walked over me so that her knees were at either side of my head and her panties were cradling it behind. “Anne, how long was it since you had cleaned your pussy?” Anne responded to Sara’s inquiry quickly and with certainty, “About two and a half weeks, I was beginning to smell it through my jeans”, she laughed, “so kind of you to clean that up for me Einar.” Sara looked down at me and grinned, “I’m glad you elected to pay me the same service, it’s easier if you’re willing”. I wondered what could possibly make any man unwilling.
She hiked up her dress over her hips and tucked it under her belt, I stared up into her long, greasy mass of thick black pubic hair. She ran her fingers through her pubic hair, the hairs stayed where her fingers pushed them and left a thin residue on Sara’s fingers; Anne’s pussy had been dirty, but this was clearly in a whole different league. “I haven’t washed it for exactly two months and five days, since we first began planning this little event”, she proclaimed with a tone of pride in her voice. She spread her labia majora with her thumb and fore-finger, her labia unstuck from one another slowly – her gooey pussy juices had a slight adhesive effect. I breathed deeply of the fragrant aroma of her sex, I saw Anne smile; it was clear that she was eager to watch. Sara pulled my face within a few centimeters of her spread vulva. She had very thick, dark brown labia minora, they weren’t particularly long but long enough that they folded up when her slit was closed. In the crevice where the labia minora and majora meet there was a thick build-up of a sticky white substance, it had formed under her clitoral hood and in the deeper wrinkles of her thick inner lips, traces of the stuff had begun to form around the mouth of her vagina.
“Open wide”, she didn’t wait for a response but used her immense thighs as a vice to prise open my jaw. She let go of my hair, relying solely upon her amazonian thighs to keep me in place. She used the nail of her newly freed index finger to scrape from the bottom of her labia to the top, then presented a clump of the sticky white substance before my eyes. “Tongue out”. I complied, knowing I had little choice. She placed the ball of gunk on the tip then smeared it across the entire length of my tongue, like spreading butter across toast. The taste was sweet and salty, it is difficult to describe but not entirely unpleasant; it had taken on a familiar, if stale, vaginal taste aswell. I began to withdraw my tongue back into my mouth, “Nooo . . .”, she softly purred, “I need that”. With that she fiercely pushed my face into her vulva, my erect tongue delving straight into her vagina.
She pulled her panties up so that the strap rested on her wide, womanly hips and with the main body cradling the back of my head. I pushed my tongue as deep as I could, until it hurt my frenum to extend any farther. Thick, creamy vaginal goo washed over my tongue as her canal contracted with pleasure. I used my tongue to scoop the fluids into my mouth, the slime trickled slowly down my throat and felt it thickly coat it. “That’s right. I want you to clean me thoroughly”. I continued the process of using my tongue to scoop out and then swallow the accumulated creamy discharge in her vagina until nothing but residue remained. I licked at the ridged walls of her canal until even the residue had disappeared down my eager throat. With her forefinger she spread her inner lips to the right, revealing the inside of her left labia majora; it was slick and greasy, now that it was spread the full extent of the sticky white substance could be seen to dominate at least fifty per cent of the area. I licked it thoroughly, the crevice held a faint taste of sweat, using the whole of my tongue to wipe her clean. After about a minute there was only a faint residue left, I gently sucked away the remnant. She push her labia minora in the opposite direction and I repeated the process; after about four minutes of cleaning her with my mouth this part of the task was complete. Next I took her juicy, thick labia minora into my mouth. I used my lips to gently apply suction while massaging her fleshy folds with my tongue. I went from the bottom to the base of her clitoris and back down again several times, licking meticulously along every wrinkle and crevice. After several minutes of performing this action I felt that the previously greasy texture of her vaginal lips had dissipated and the strong, stale flavor had lessened significantly. I moved up to her clitoris and greeted it with a soft kiss, though my ears were covered by Sara’s hot sweaty thighs I heard a light moan escape her lips. I used my front teeth to gently push back her hood, revealing a thick build-up of the white goo around her clit. I ran my teeth across her clit, scraping off the substance until there was very little left on the clitoris itself. This process elicited even stronger moans from Sara, she was clearly extremely aroused; I felt lubricant leaking out of her vagina and trickling down my chin. I allowed the fleshy hood to fall back over her big, bulbous clitoris. I then took it between my lips and sucked gently at first then slowly increased the intensity, flicking at the clit with my tongue all the while. As I exerted my pressure the thick white substance was squeezed out of her clitoral hood and into my waiting mouth, I swallowed and felt it slide down my throat. I continued sucking and flicking even when the grime had disappeared, I rubbed my chin across her spread-open vulva and felt thighs shudder and contract. As she began to reach orgasm her shuddering thighs pushed my face so deep into her thick cushiony mound that I lost the ability to breathe, I was being smothered. I continued to lick and suck even as my lungs were screaming in pain, she was bucking her hips aggressively and squeezing her thighs tighter than ever. I thought I was going to pass out and die with my face in her cunt when suddenly she released an incredibly loud moan and the intensity of the bucking began to loll. She stopped and pushed my face away with her hand. I could hear her shallow, quick breathing. My entire face was slick with her vaginal fluids. Her pussy had closed up once again and I was now staring into that thick, black, gooey forest of pubic hair.
“Open your mouth”, I unquestioning complied. A few seconds later a hot stream of urine pushed through her closed labia and mass of pubes, it sprayed erratically in my face. Most of it landed on my waiting tongue, the splashed from my hair to my chin. I readjusted my head and opened my throat, allowing the hot, salty stream to spray straight down my throat. The spray eventually turned into a trickle running down her hairy mound; she pushed my face into the sweaty bush to catch it. I sucked her wet pubic hairs until she dragged my face away.
I looked up to see her peering over her beautiful melons, her cheeks were red and droplets of sweat had formed on her forehead. “Now . . . time for my fun.” She let me drop hard to the floor. I closed my eyes as my head hit the wooden floor boards, I opened them to see her descend onto my chest. The weight made it difficult to breathe, I took shallow gasps as she straddled me with her entire weight. I could feel her mound pushing into my chest, and vaginal juices seeping through my thick shirt. She brought her right hand up and smacked it down hard across my face, again and again in quick succession. I felt her left hand grasp my ball. Another hard slap across my face, followed by a glob of spit hitting me on the head. I focused on her furry quim, only about ten centimeters away from my mouth, wishing it was on my face again. Then my concentration was interrupted as her iron grip exerted itself around by testicles. I gasped in pain and winced. She twisted them hard and laughed as my face contorted.
“Sara, we don’t have time for this”, it was Anne. Solveig chimed in, in agreement with the pack leader,“We only have ten minutes to . . .” Sara released her grip and I felt her body slump somewhat, the weight pushing down harder on me as she did. “Fine.” After a brief pause she looked down at me and spoke malevolently, “Maybe I’ll see you later”. With that she dismounted, pushing off my body with her strong legs. I closed my eyes and tried to regulate my breathing. “Let’s go”, Anne’s instruction was followed; I heard foot steps leaving.
I was surprised to suddenly take a breath and smell the sweet fragrance of pussy. I opened my eyes to see a long pair of squatting female legs and a thick red bush of pubic hair. “Do I get a kiss goodbye?” I lifted my head up and gently kissed Solveig’s mound and proceeded to slowly run my tongue across her thick, pink, protruding labia. She got up, the beautiful sight of her woman hood disappearing under her thick dress. She grinned down at me from a height. I looked into her watery green eyes as she spoke, “I will see you later.” With that she turned and left to join her companions. I just laid there. Breathing heavily. Alone and covered in sticky warm pussy juices.
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Without much delay a second voice spoke, “Ooh Me! I insist!” The strongly discernable Italian accent allowed no other conclusion but that the speaker was Sara. Anne moved away, the soft material of her dress caressed my face as she removed the dark shroud. To my right, looking down at me, was Sara. Her perfect plump limps formed a mischievous lop-sided grin. She leaned down pressing her face against mine and, closing her eyes as she did so, gave me a heavy long kiss. She ran her tongue slowly along my lips, tasting the thick, delicious residue of Anne’s cunt. She withdrew slowly. I watched as a trail of Anne’s vaginal slime hung in the air between our lips, after a few seconds the trail broke and fell down onto her chin and began to slowly trickle down her pale white throat. My first kiss. “In other circumstances I’d say that you were a very lucky boy”, she whispered, the womanly fluids glistened on her soft pink lips as she spoke.
“One thing I have always wanted to do was beat a man up. A big, strong man. To batter and break him, within an inch of his life.” She was breathing heavily as she spoke, the excitement welling in her voice. “I think you’ll do nicely.” As I listened to her plans my penis had grown harder than it ever had been, it throbbed with a strong pulse. “Just in case I do get carried away, y’know, in the moment . . . any last requests?” I didn’t have to think, I knew what I wanted then more than anything else in the world, what I craved; “I want to taste you”.
“Then get on your knees”, she replied with more than a small degree of satisfaction evident in her sweet voice. I lifted myself up from the bench with a great deal of effort and some pain; I was badly bruised and a rib had been cracked in my left side. I slumped to my knees in front of her, my face at a level with her crotch. She brought down her left foot triumphantly on my right shoulder and smirked at me; me the conquered, her the conqueror. She had taken her shoes off sometime when Anne was mounted upon my tongue, the faint smell of sweat and warm leather entered my nostril from her foot. I turned my head to the right and kissed her big toe, it was salty and slightly moist. She took a handful of my hair and forcibly redirected my head to face her crotch, with her free hand she back-handed me across the cheek; the sharp stinging pain ran through my tenderized flesh like a blade. With her free hand she grabbed a handful of skirt and pulled it up slowly to reveal her powerful legs. Her calves were magnificent; thick and well muscled but feminine and covered with a soft layer of fatty tissue. Her thighs were several thick slabs of muscle which could barely be seen under the soft feminine cover. She was the very definition of an Amazon. I gazed in awe at her legs, slick with moisture from the heat, the thick dress, and the excitement of the situation. She forced my head down to her foot, I extended my tongue and tasted her salty sweat. She slowly dragged my tongue across his legs, up her thighs until my tongue was touching her panties. They were white and delicate with girlish pink frills across the edges, and they were soaked through with her natural lubricating juices. The womanly scent of her pussy was strong, stronger than Anne’s had been, and overpoweringly as it penetrated my nostrils.
She rubbed my face into her delicate cotton panties, I sucked at the material and tasted once again sticky vaginal fluid on my tongue. She pushed my face deeper into the damp fabric, underneath I could feel a voluminous cushion of pubic hair. She pushed me lower onto my knees with one hand and with the other hitched her panties down to her knees. The genital odor flooded the immediate vicinity, strong and enchanting – I could almost taste her vulva. She lowered me backwards by the hair and walked over me so that her knees were at either side of my head and her panties were cradling it behind. “Anne, how long was it since you had cleaned your pussy?” Anne responded to Sara’s inquiry quickly and with certainty, “About two and a half weeks, I was beginning to smell it through my jeans”, she laughed, “so kind of you to clean that up for me Einar.” Sara looked down at me and grinned, “I’m glad you elected to pay me the same service, it’s easier if you’re willing”. I wondered what could possibly make any man unwilling.
She hiked up her dress over her hips and tucked it under her belt, I stared up into her long, greasy mass of thick black pubic hair. She ran her fingers through her pubic hair, the hairs stayed where her fingers pushed them and left a thin residue on Sara’s fingers; Anne’s pussy had been dirty, but this was clearly in a whole different league. “I haven’t washed it for exactly two months and five days, since we first began planning this little event”, she proclaimed with a tone of pride in her voice. She spread her labia majora with her thumb and fore-finger, her labia unstuck from one another slowly – her gooey pussy juices had a slight adhesive effect. I breathed deeply of the fragrant aroma of her sex, I saw Anne smile; it was clear that she was eager to watch. Sara pulled my face within a few centimeters of her spread vulva. She had very thick, dark brown labia minora, they weren’t particularly long but long enough that they folded up when her slit was closed. In the crevice where the labia minora and majora meet there was a thick build-up of a sticky white substance, it had formed under her clitoral hood and in the deeper wrinkles of her thick inner lips, traces of the stuff had begun to form around the mouth of her vagina.
“Open wide”, she didn’t wait for a response but used her immense thighs as a vice to prise open my jaw. She let go of my hair, relying solely upon her amazonian thighs to keep me in place. She used the nail of her newly freed index finger to scrape from the bottom of her labia to the top, then presented a clump of the sticky white substance before my eyes. “Tongue out”. I complied, knowing I had little choice. She placed the ball of gunk on the tip then smeared it across the entire length of my tongue, like spreading butter across toast. The taste was sweet and salty, it is difficult to describe but not entirely unpleasant; it had taken on a familiar, if stale, vaginal taste aswell. I began to withdraw my tongue back into my mouth, “Nooo . . .”, she softly purred, “I need that”. With that she fiercely pushed my face into her vulva, my erect tongue delving straight into her vagina.
She pulled her panties up so that the strap rested on her wide, womanly hips and with the main body cradling the back of my head. I pushed my tongue as deep as I could, until it hurt my frenum to extend any farther. Thick, creamy vaginal goo washed over my tongue as her canal contracted with pleasure. I used my tongue to scoop the fluids into my mouth, the slime trickled slowly down my throat and felt it thickly coat it. “That’s right. I want you to clean me thoroughly”. I continued the process of using my tongue to scoop out and then swallow the accumulated creamy discharge in her vagina until nothing but residue remained. I licked at the ridged walls of her canal until even the residue had disappeared down my eager throat. With her forefinger she spread her inner lips to the right, revealing the inside of her left labia majora; it was slick and greasy, now that it was spread the full extent of the sticky white substance could be seen to dominate at least fifty per cent of the area. I licked it thoroughly, the crevice held a faint taste of sweat, using the whole of my tongue to wipe her clean. After about a minute there was only a faint residue left, I gently sucked away the remnant. She push her labia minora in the opposite direction and I repeated the process; after about four minutes of cleaning her with my mouth this part of the task was complete. Next I took her juicy, thick labia minora into my mouth. I used my lips to gently apply suction while massaging her fleshy folds with my tongue. I went from the bottom to the base of her clitoris and back down again several times, licking meticulously along every wrinkle and crevice. After several minutes of performing this action I felt that the previously greasy texture of her vaginal lips had dissipated and the strong, stale flavor had lessened significantly. I moved up to her clitoris and greeted it with a soft kiss, though my ears were covered by Sara’s hot sweaty thighs I heard a light moan escape her lips. I used my front teeth to gently push back her hood, revealing a thick build-up of the white goo around her clit. I ran my teeth across her clit, scraping off the substance until there was very little left on the clitoris itself. This process elicited even stronger moans from Sara, she was clearly extremely aroused; I felt lubricant leaking out of her vagina and trickling down my chin. I allowed the fleshy hood to fall back over her big, bulbous clitoris. I then took it between my lips and sucked gently at first then slowly increased the intensity, flicking at the clit with my tongue all the while. As I exerted my pressure the thick white substance was squeezed out of her clitoral hood and into my waiting mouth, I swallowed and felt it slide down my throat. I continued sucking and flicking even when the grime had disappeared, I rubbed my chin across her spread-open vulva and felt thighs shudder and contract. As she began to reach orgasm her shuddering thighs pushed my face so deep into her thick cushiony mound that I lost the ability to breathe, I was being smothered. I continued to lick and suck even as my lungs were screaming in pain, she was bucking her hips aggressively and squeezing her thighs tighter than ever. I thought I was going to pass out and die with my face in her cunt when suddenly she released an incredibly loud moan and the intensity of the bucking began to loll. She stopped and pushed my face away with her hand. I could hear her shallow, quick breathing. My entire face was slick with her vaginal fluids. Her pussy had closed up once again and I was now staring into that thick, black, gooey forest of pubic hair.
“Open your mouth”, I unquestioning complied. A few seconds later a hot stream of urine pushed through her closed labia and mass of pubes, it sprayed erratically in my face. Most of it landed on my waiting tongue, the splashed from my hair to my chin. I readjusted my head and opened my throat, allowing the hot, salty stream to spray straight down my throat. The spray eventually turned into a trickle running down her hairy mound; she pushed my face into the sweaty bush to catch it. I sucked her wet pubic hairs until she dragged my face away.
I looked up to see her peering over her beautiful melons, her cheeks were red and droplets of sweat had formed on her forehead. “Now . . . time for my fun.” She let me drop hard to the floor. I closed my eyes as my head hit the wooden floor boards, I opened them to see her descend onto my chest. The weight made it difficult to breathe, I took shallow gasps as she straddled me with her entire weight. I could feel her mound pushing into my chest, and vaginal juices seeping through my thick shirt. She brought her right hand up and smacked it down hard across my face, again and again in quick succession. I felt her left hand grasp my ball. Another hard slap across my face, followed by a glob of spit hitting me on the head. I focused on her furry quim, only about ten centimeters away from my mouth, wishing it was on my face again. Then my concentration was interrupted as her iron grip exerted itself around by testicles. I gasped in pain and winced. She twisted them hard and laughed as my face contorted.
“Sara, we don’t have time for this”, it was Anne. Solveig chimed in, in agreement with the pack leader,“We only have ten minutes to . . .” Sara released her grip and I felt her body slump somewhat, the weight pushing down harder on me as she did. “Fine.” After a brief pause she looked down at me and spoke malevolently, “Maybe I’ll see you later”. With that she dismounted, pushing off my body with her strong legs. I closed my eyes and tried to regulate my breathing. “Let’s go”, Anne’s instruction was followed; I heard foot steps leaving.
I was surprised to suddenly take a breath and smell the sweet fragrance of pussy. I opened my eyes to see a long pair of squatting female legs and a thick red bush of pubic hair. “Do I get a kiss goodbye?” I lifted my head up and gently kissed Solveig’s mound and proceeded to slowly run my tongue across her thick, pink, protruding labia. She got up, the beautiful sight of her woman hood disappearing under her thick dress. She grinned down at me from a height. I looked into her watery green eyes as she spoke, “I will see you later.” With that she turned and left to join her companions. I just laid there. Breathing heavily. Alone and covered in sticky warm pussy juices.