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This is a story that follows eight women who all make purchases of sexual toys at a private buying party. The first two parts capture the interaction of the group as a whole. The last eight parts describe how these women use the toys once they get them home, so to speak. If you don’t like a lot of background (literary foreplay) you can of course skip directly to Parts 3-11.

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Chapter One: The Admission

“Okay, honestly, who has ever used a sex toy?”

“You mean like a dildo,” one of the girls asked.

“You know what I mean,” Karen responded. “Honestly, and this goes no farther than this table, everyone raise their hand who has ever used a sex toy.”

Having asked the question, no one was surprised when Karen raised hers. However, after that, there was a very nervous pause as the rest of the girls seated at the table looked to see who would admit to using a “marital aid.”

Slowly, a few hand rose, close to the body and none of them above shoulder height. In the end, all eight of the girls had raised their hands. Eight very attractive girls who would have been mortified if anyone knew what they were talking about. Most of them married and all of them leaning to conservative lifestyles and appearances; “sanitized suburbia” if you will.

“It’s only because my husband begged me to,” said Catherine.

“Me too,” the other four married women—Allison, Ann, Jan and Jenny— said.

“Is that your excuse? The devil made me do it,” Karen retorted in a questioning tone that mocked the girls’ defensiveness. “And I just had to do what he wanted. And I suppose next you’ll tell me you didn’t like it at all,” she continued.

The two unmarried women, Dierdre and Chantelle, laughed uncontrollably as Karen simulated rubbing a vibrator against her clit moaning, “Oh I don’t like this. Oh, this isn’t any fun at all. Oh, please stop.”

It’s amazing what a few drinks can do. Four hours into an infrequent “girls night out,” these eight friends—who had all known each other since high school—were definitely coming out of their shells.

After separating to go to different colleges, the friends had all returned to their hometown to find jobs, get married and settle down. Five of the eight were schoolteachers and several had children. None of them, except Karen, had ever admitted to using a sex toy before tonight.

“Okay, who currently has a sexual toy in their possession that they have used without the presence of another person in the room,” Karen asked, raising her hand.

If the last question was uncomfortable, this question proved downright embarrassing….It was the same as asking Do you like to play with yourself? Please admit your deviant behavior in front of your closest friends whom you see on a regular basis……

And then, slowly, all hands were raised, except for Allison’s. All of the girls, having revealed themselves, looked accusingly at Allison.

“It’s true. We just moved and I threw them out as a precaution.”

“Them,” Karen asked with a smirk on her face. “As in more than one? As in I need more than one even though I don’t like it and only do it because Randi begs me to?” All of the girls laughed.

“Screw you,” Allison replied with venom to one of her best friends in the world.

“So we all have and use sex toys yet we all figured that the others would be freaked out if anyone else found out,” Karen continued, ignoring Allison’s anger. “Well, except for me. Since I am the wild one in the bunch, you all have admitted to me what you like. It’s so nice being the one everyone feels free talking with about sex. I am sure you’d all be surprised what others in this group really like.”

Each of the girls blushed, remembering conversations with Karen where they had shared wild sexual experiences, confessed having affairs and admitting to wild sexual fantasies kütahya escort and interests. Each of them hoped that they would not be revealed but were equally excited to discover the truth about the others at the table.

“It’s so damn uncomfortable buying them though,” said Allison with a nervous laugh trying to break the tension. “I usually make Randi do it but I don’t want to admit to him that I want one now or that I use one when he’s not there.”

All of the girls nodded their head, reflecting on the uncomfortable feelings associated with buying these illicit products.

“You could always have a sex toy party,” Karen said. “Kind of like a Tupperware party for the sexually active.”

“You’re joking, right,” said Allison. “There’s no such thing, right?”

“Wrong,” Karen. “And, in honor of Allison’s new home and the fact that she is in need of new accoutrements (she smiled as she said this) I think we should have a sex toy party at Allison’s house for our next girls night. All those who don’t like this idea, keep your mouths shut. Otherwise, your silence will indicate your approval of the idea.”

Not a word was said for the next five seconds.

“What time should we be at your house,” Dierdre finally said.

“I guess about 7 o’clock,” Allison said in a quiet voice, excited by the thought of what would happen in a week.

Chapter Two: The Party

“I bet you no one comes Karen,” Allison said, standing in the front door of her house.

“And what would you like to bet,” Karen replied with a mischievous grin.

“You know what I mean,” Allison responded, frustrated by Karen’s complete calm. “I don’t think this was a good idea. It might have been okay to talk about it but I think ….well, I just think this wasn’t a good idea.”

“And I think you’re too uptight sometimes,” Karen said. “If it looks like people are getting uncomfortable, we can always pack it in and go out drinking. Agreed?”

Allison didn’t respond. Instead, she looked into the living room where Mary was setting up. Mary was a representative from a local adult boutique. Unknown to Allison, these private parties were apparently very popular. However, she still wasn’t comfortable with the idea of evaluating and buying sex toys in front of her friends. In fact, the very idea was mortifying, despite the fact that she knew all of them used them.

What also disturbed Allison was how normal Mary looked. She was attractive but neither looked nor dressed like what she imagined a person in her business would dress like. In fact, anyone seeing her would assume she was one of her neighbors if they didn’t know better. It bothered her that she looked so, well, normal. Her thoughts were interrupted by the beeping of a horn.

Allison and Karen saw two cars pull up, carrying Ann, Jenny, Catherine and Dierdre. The four of them all taught at the same school and were arriving from a happy hour for the teaching staff. Everyone had shown up, except for Jenny who was always late anyways.

“Are we ready to start,” Mary asked. “Why don’t you have everybody get a drink and meeting the living room?”

—

It was apparent that at least some of the girls had already had a few drinks already. Apparently, Allison wasn’t the only one who was a little nervous about the evening.

“Hello, my name is Mary,” the woman began as soon as they had settled in. “The first thing you should know is that I am really a housewife. A long time ago, stores figured out it was easier to have regular people direct these parties rather than sales people. It’s the same idea as a Tupperware party and, make no mistake, the particular items in question are in as many homes as Tupperware.

“Last year, over fifteen million vibrators and dildos were sold in the United States,” Mary continued. “That represents manisa escort a device for one out of every five women between the ages of 18 and 64. That same year, over one million sets of anal beads were sold and over 150,000 French maid lingerie outfits were sold. In fact, if you can name the device, chances are that at least a million people currently own and operate it in the privacy of their own home. We may not talk about them but all of us love having fun in the bedroom, either by ourselves or with others.”

“The important thing to remember is that most of us have these thoughts and are turned on by things we don’t care to admit in public,” Mary continued. “The problem is finding a partner willing to explore these areas with you and finding someone to buy the equipment without dying of embarrassment. I can’t solve the first problem but tonight will hopefully give you an opportunity to satisfy the second.”

“This evening is designed to as non-confrontational as possible. You will be given a sheet with all of the items I will show you tonight. You will mark a No next to any item you do not want and a number for items and quantities of items you do want. That way, none of you will know what the others are ordering. Furthermore, all of you must ask questions about items so that your questions will be answered without having to admit your interest in a particular item.

“Any questions?”

They all shook their heads, calmed by the thoughtfulness of the process in allaying any concerns over having to reveal themselves.

With that, Mary pulled a black cloth off a display on the floor at the center of where the girls were sitting. By the outlines, it was obvious that there were several dildos underneath but it was still exciting when Karen removed the cover.

“I don’t think I need to tell any of you what these are or how to use them,” Mary said with a smile.

All of the girls laughed.

“However, I am sure you will find some items that you may not be familiar with.” Mary said, “For instance, I am sure that many of you like the constant pitch that come from models. However, there are now variable speed vibrators that can deliver modulating pulses and even random levels of vibration. Without going into too many details about my personal life, I can tell you that this is a nice alternative. There are also several models that with noise suppression to avoid that damn humming sound. Perfect for those situations where you have a little less privacy than she might like.”

The devices quickly found their way into the hands of the girls.

—

Allison excused herself to go to the bathroom. In a half hour, they had covered vibrators, dildos and some very sexy lingerie. Allison had ordered two vibrators and surprised herself by ordering a dildo, a device she had never tried before. At ten inches long, it was sizably larger than her husband Randi and she was interested to how it would feel pleasuring herself with it.

She had also ordered a French maid outfit. Randi had mentioned it once and she knew it would turn him on immensely. She decided to save it for a time when she really wanted to get him excited, probably when she wanted to convince him that they should start having children. She was pretty sure that two of the other girls had also ordered the same outfit and she marveled at the seemingly universal attraction by guys to this fantasy of fucking the maid.

—

“The cuffs are quite soft as you can see,” Mary said as Catherine had both her arms pulled above her head, her wrists bound by furry restraints connected to nylon rope. “The restraints themselves can be tightened so that you can or cannot get out of them without help and the connecting lines are designed to attach to bedposts or other objects.”

“I guess I know now how to make sure John doesn’t mardin escort always leave me for poker night on Thursdays,” Jan said to the roaring approval of the others.

“So you like to be the one in charge,” Karen asked.

“It might be fun,” Jan replied, although it was impossible to know if she was being serious.

“Of course, the question is what you want to do once you or your partner is tied up,” Mary said, interrupting the two of them. “Some people just like the opportunity to explore the others body. However, for those a little bolder, there are many options. Large feathers for tickling, perhaps an ice cube ala 9 ½ Weeks, a blindfold to heighten the restraint. Then of course, a lot of people find it pleasurable to interject some paddling or other fun into their bedroom fun. The pain/pleasure connection is very real and one does heighten the other for many. For other people, the fun of restraints isn’t about spankings or stuff like that but just having someone at their mercy…or being at the mercy of someone else.”

Several of the women had very distant looks in their eyes as Mary was discussing the various restraint systems and accompanying devices. If one had the ability to peek into their minds, it would have shown that these looks were not caused by boredom with the subject.

—

“Are those anal beads,” Ann asked in a hushed voice. Having spent time discussing bondage, one would think that something simple like anal beads wouldn’t be embarrassing. However, Ann was obviously thrown by the simple cord with six marble-sized balls.

“Yes,” Mary said, “and before you all go ugh, you should know that anal devices are some of the most popular toys.”

“No way,” said Dierdre. “Who wants to have someone play with their butt?”

“There are more sensors in your bottom than there are in the penis,” Mary said.

“You mean guys like this,” Dierdre said, incredulously. “Gay guys?”

“Straight as straight can be,” Mary said. “If the beads are inserted slowly while the man gets excited and pulled out quickly during the orgasm, it can create an absolutely incredible feeling. Of course, men aren’t the only ones who buy or use anal beads.”

—

By the time Mary had nearly completed her tour of sexual toys, it was eleven o’clock. All of the girls were amazed at how long they had spent discussing the subject and flustered when they heard and felt the garage door opening, signaling Randi’s return.

The girls frantically tried to stuff all the toys back into the two suitcases Mary had brought. In the end they managed to hide everything except a very large dildo that ended up in the hands of Allison as the door to the garage opened.

“Hi honey,” Randi said. “I thought you would be out and about. Sorry if I came home to early. Am I interrupting you?”

All of the girls almost died laughing at this unintended understatement.

“No, we were just finishing up here,” Allison said.

“What’s with the suitcases,” Randi said, pointing to the two suitcases.

Inside, all of the girls nearly died from embarrassment, only to be saved a moment later by Karen.

“This is my friend Mary,” Karen said. “She’s visiting from out of town and we are transferring her bags to my car to spend the night. The answer seemed to be completely believable and the girls quickly rushed Mary and her bags out the door.

In fact, Randi wouldn’t have been suspicious at all, except that he couldn’t understand why the girls were all giving Mary money and what looked like order forms before she got in her own car.

However, it had been a long day and Allison had promised to have sex tonight so he lost interest in the bags and Mary quite quickly. He was so excited in fact that he rushed upstairs to get naked in preparation for Allison.

—

This concludes Parts 1 and 2 of the story. In the coming weeks, I will explore how the women use the toys they purchased at the party. Obviously, there will be some exploration of the use of vibrators, dildos, anal beads and restraints. However, I welcome suggestions on other toys to incorporate into the eight stories planned.

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My friend told me about this website — .com that is all stories people have written on all different topics, and that I should check it out. I did — and I was hooked.

My same friend dared me to see if I would write something to submit to the site. I have never been able to say no to a dare. So I sat down one night to try to write a story. This is my story about trying to write a story.

I had been thinking all day about what to write — I had several ideas. But first I figured I had better get in the writing sort of mood.

I changed into my silky, peach nightgown, feeling it slide onto me, caressing my skin. I slide off my thong underwear. Walked barefoot, the living room hard wood floors cool under my naked soles. I dimmed the lights and lit my vanilla coconut candles. The flame from the candle made the light dance on the walls around me. I turned on my favorite sexy tunes CD, just playing softly enough in the background so as to not disturb my concentration.

I went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, feeling the cool air hit my silk covered nipples — making them erect and brushing the material. I poured a glass of red wine, added some crushed ice and walked back to the living room. I sat on the couch and put my laptop on my lap. The white screen looked at me and the cursor blinking and blinking, taunting me. I decided to read some stories before I started mersin escort mine.

I started reading and after a half an hour, I refilled my glass. My nipples were still ultra-sensitive after the breeze from the fridge. I brought the glass to my lips as the bead of water from the ice ran down the side of the cup and dripped on my chest, making an icy trail right between my breasts. The sensation of the cool wine as I swallowed and the bead of water running between my breasts made me realize how turned on I was from reading.

I haven’t had any sexual contact with anyone for quite a while and hadn’t realized that I badly needed a release. As I read another story, I felt the fan from the laptop blowing onto my lap. The fan cooled slightly the heat that had started there. I put the laptop onto the floor.

I shifted in my seat and the silk nightgown slide up my thighs. I cupped one breast in my hand, rolled the nipple between my thumb and finger. I slipped my other breast out of its restraints and brought the icy cup to it. The cold wine glass on one nipple and my gentle pinching on the other made me moan.

I was aching for something to be inside me, let me release my sexual pent up energy. I caressed my neck and shoulder and slowly moved my hand down my breast, over the hard nipple down my ribs, over my hip and pushed the silk between my muğla escort legs. Slide two fingers up and down my slit, the silk becoming damp with my excitement.

I leaned forward a little bit and put my nipple into my wine glass. Watched as I pulled the glass away and my nipple was coated in red wine. As I brought the sweet, slick nipple to my mouth and clamped down on it, I slide my finger under the silk, between my throbbing lips and as far into me as I could. It wasn’t enough, I needed more than a finger. I started sucking my own nipple harder, pulled the nightgown off my shoulders, dripped more wine onto the dry breast and eagerly sucked at that nipple also. I spread my legs and slide two and then three fingers into my wetness. Faster and faster fingering myself, sucking on one nipple and pinching the other one, harder and harder in time with the thrusting of my fingers until I climaxed, panting, feeling my juices coating my hand.

I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked and sucked my scent off of them. It still wasn’t enough. I needed more.

I ran to my dresser drawer and pulled out my purple hummingbird, my favorite vibrator. As I always follow the instructions, I realized I had taken out the batteries last time I had used it.

Damn.

I ran down to the kitchen, tearing apart the drawers, looking for the batteries. I found nevşehir escort two — I needed four. Can’t wait. I needed it right now.

I licked the sides of the vibrator, sliding it up and down my slit. Teasing my clit on the walk back to the living room.

I changed the CD — no longer in a sexy mood. I put on some Kid Rock and turned it up — I just wanted to be fucked. I put my foot on the couch and slide the hummingbird into me, the entire shaft into me. I could feel its bumpy texture sliding against my insides, spreading me and filling me up. The hummingbird on the outside sliding between my lips and resting on my clit.

Then I spied the remote for the TV.

Batteries!!!

I grabbed the remote off the couch, still with the vibe slide inside me, and dumped the batteries out. I took off the cover, placed the last two batteries inside and pushed the button. The hummingbird started to vibrate against my swollen clit and the head of the vibrator began spinning and gyrating inside me.

I got on all fours on the couch, arching my back and fucking myself with the now humming hummingbird. I rocked back into it as my hand forced it forward, the tip of the hummingbird teasing my clit with every stroke. I fucked myself faster and faster until I felt the orgasm roll through me, collapsing on my belly as it hit me – the vibrator still rotating inside me, hummingbird still buzzing between my soaked lips.

I rose from the couch. Turned off my toy and slide it out of me, taking a moment to lick that also. Heady from the orgasm and the taste of myself, I climbed into bed, exhausted and with nothing written. There is always tomorrow to write a story

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Rainbow Dash sat in Rarity’s room, wearing a fancy, lace, and expensive dress. Another girl would be delighted by this, but not Rainbow Dash. She hated these uncomfortable dresses. Despite this, she willingly continued to come home to Rarity.

Rarity made her walk around the town in those ridiculous dresses, bring groceries from the store, serve tea and do other house jobs for her mistress.

Rarity rested on the sofa and looked at what she had done today with Dashie. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction. “Oh, Rainbow, you’ve never been more lovely!”

Rainbow Dash snorted and folded her arms. “I would rather be covered in mud than wear these girly dresses.”

“But you look so lovely! Why don’t you like my dresses?” Rarity asked and stood up. She walked over to Dash and came close so that Dash could smell her perfume.

“I do not like looking ‘lovely,'” Dash replied sharply. “I want to get rid of these foolish dresses!”

Rarity laughed softly and moved her fingers over Dash’s shoulder. “Oh, dear. I do not plan to let you go. Not yet anyway.” She bent down and pressed her lips to Dash’s ear.

A shudder went through Rainbow Dash.

She quickly jerked away from Rarity’s touch. “I’ve been thinking… Why are you always commanding? Well, you made me follow that ‘proper lady’ training. I think it’s only fair to you to spend the day training like an athlete with me.”

Rarity laughed out loud. “Training? Like an athlete?” She shook her head. “Darling, I am a vision of elegance and grace. I have no use for any training.”

“But you eat a lot and spend so much time lying around,” Rainbow said, gesturing her hand at Rarity’s luxurious bedroom. “Your butt has gotten bigger, and I can even notice cellulite is growing. Wouldn’t some exercise do you good?”

Rarity smiled. “You are mistaken, dear. My form comes from careful attention moreover a strict plan with spa visits plus good food. I hardly need the training you seem to force on me.”

Dash rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say. But you’re getting fat!”

Rarity’s face grew icy. “That’s enough! I do not like your tone. You may need to repeat a lesson of respect and obedience. It seems you forgot that I am in charge here!”

Dash’s bravado dissipated under that glare and she felt uneasy. Rarity vanished into the closet.

“I believe you want another gown, don’t you?” Rarity said over her shoulder, her voice sugar-coated sweet once more.

Rarity drew out a new cute dress from the closet and tossed it on the bed. “Hurry up, Dash.”

Dashie walked to the bed and began to undress. Then she put on this new dress. It was blue, frilled, and laced, with a decollete bodice that showed off Dash’s cleavage.

“You are absolutely captivating,” Rarity said, circling around Dash. “Now, let’s polish those manners of yours. Let’s see how you look.”

Rarity guided Dash towards the full mirror.

Dash glanced at her reflection and grimaced. The dress and makeup felt alien to her.

“It’s… awful,” Dash muttered.

“No, darling,” Rarity corrected, her hand resting possessively on Dash’s shoulder. “Awful is what you used to look like. This,” she gestured to Rainbow Dash’s reflection, “is exquisite.”

Dash didn’t argue. She just sighed.

“I see you slouching a little. Let’s work on your stance. Straighten up, chin up and shoulders back,” Rarity demonstrated her own elegant posture.

Dash tried to mimic the pose. “Like this?”

“Yes, indeed! Kimberly taught you well!” Rarity commended, moving behind Dash and correcting her stance with subtle pressure.

“Remember, dear, presentation is everything. Walk confidently, speak with grace, and always maintain proper decorum.”

Dash sighed.”Yes, Miss Rarity. I understand.”

Rarity rewarded her compliance with a smile, her fingers trailing down Dash’s spine. “Good girl. Now, I want you to admire my perky and well fitting ass! You’ll do this often now because you dared to think that my ass is fat! I want you to kneel down and say ‘Rarity’s ass is gorgeous!’ Understood?”

Rarity took her skirt and pulled it up slowly. Dash knelt down as Rarity demanded. She liked the sight and especially light blue silk underwear.

“Say it, Rainbow!”

“Rarity’s ass is gorgeous,” Dash muttered.

“Hey! Not good enough!” Rarity snapped. “Louder, and mean it! I want even Sweetie Belle to hear this!”

“Rarity’s ass is gorgeous! Rarity’s ass is gorgeous! Rarity’s ass is GORGEOUS!!!” Dash shouted, louder this time.

“That’s much better,” Rarity purred. “Now, I want you to kiss my ass cheeks, show me how much you worship my divine bottom!”

Dash hesitated. She closed her eyes, leaning slowly forward to kiss the silken fabric covering Rarity’s ass. It was pleasantly warm, and had the faint aroma of Rarity’s expensive perfume.

“Look closely! There isn’t any cellulite at all!” Rarity teased, reaching around to nudge Dash’s head into her butt.

Rainbow Dash moved back, wiping her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry for what I said, miss Rarity. adana escort Please, Miss Rarity, I was going to do a workout today. And it’s really late. Can I go now?”

“Of course not! You don’t need those rough muscles. They create a bad look. You are my lovely, humble lady. And I decide what you need! You need my lessons of elegance and manners! Forget about your muscles!”

Dash sighed heavily, frustrated. She hated admitting it, but she liked this cruel domination of Rarity.

Dash understood that to continue arguing would only make her situation worse. “As you wish, Miss Rarity!”

She leaned forward and put her hands on the hem of her blue gown. Then she lifted the hem, revealing her elegant legs. Her knees bent fluidly, one foot sliding behind the other in a perfect révérence.

Rarity felt a surge of pride, marveling at how Kimberly had transformed the once-untamed brute into a modest and graceful lady.

She turned back to the wardrobe, selecting another outfit and coming up with new Dashie’s humiliation chores.

—

Rainbow Dash kicked open the door to her home, her back burning from the latest ‘training session’ that Rarity had put her through. Her entire body still tingled from the corset’s suffocating squeeze, the high heels’ cruel bite into her feet, and the sheer humiliation of wearing Rarity’s ridiculous rags.

She could still hear Rarity’s delighted laughter, that sickeningly sweet voice cooing over how “marvelous” she looked while mincing through a series of grace drills.

She had let this go on too long. That infernal closet turned her into some dolled-up plaything. And Rarity — Rarity had taken full advantage of it.

This robot had to be stopped. But how?

Rainbow Dash had been a very popular girl and was famous for being the fastest runner in CanterlotPolis. Her fan meetings were always full and today’s meeting was no exception. There were dozens of little boys and girls waiting eagerly for her arrival today.

Rainbow Dash walked into the fan’s house with a big smile. After signing a few autographs and taking some photos, she stepped onto the main stage. “Hey everypony! I’m so glad you’re all here! Today I’d like to discuss something special.”

The kids calmed down and were eager to listen. “I was wondering if it’s possible that any of you guys just happen to know something about robots?”

One little girl raised her hand. “I do, miss Dashie!”

It was Scootaloo, Rainbow’s biggest fan. She was sitting near the front row with her friend Apple Bloom. Sweetie Belle wasn’t a fan of Rainbow Dash, so she had much more important things to do — like playing video games.

“Great! Tell me about robots! I want to hear all about it.” Rainbow Dash smiled at Scootaloo, encouraging her.

“Well, my dad works for a company called ‘AiTechFactory’. They make robots just like Sweetie Belle and Rarity have back home.”

“Wow! That sounds interesting!”

“Yes! My dad says the new robots are super advanced. They can learn really fast and adapt to situations. Plus, they have this special agile metal arms and legs which lets them move almost like humans. Oh, and they have sensors and scanners that pick up on emotions too.”

“Thas evil-sounding…” Rainbow Dash muttered under breath.

A random voice shouted from the crowd. “That sounds amazing! But they’re super expensive! Like the whole wing of an airplane!”

Rainbow Dash whistled softly. Indeed, Rarity was so rich.

“So yeah, there’s this robot… I wonder, could that robot turn against its owner? Just curious…” Dash asked innocently.

Apple Bloom scratched her chin thoughtfully before replying. “Um… not supposed to.”

“Of course they can!” Scootaloo interjected.

One of the boys laughed dismissively at Scootaloo’s claim. “No way! They’re just stupid robots.”

“But it happens sometimes,” one of the girls insisted quietly. “I read some stories online about these fancy robots turning rogue. They got damaged or something went wrong with their programming… They followed their own rules.”

“Thanks for sharing Scoots! So… does anyone here know how to hack those robots?”

Scootaloo’s ears perked up again. “Oh! I can help! I can! My Dad says there are a lot of backdoors left on purpose by the company. One time he even showed me how he installed a virus to a small robot with just a laptop.”

Rainbow Dash blinked at this surprise. “Wow Scootaloo! You’re amazing! Do you think you can create such a virus for Rarity’s robot?”

“No problem Dashie!” Scootaloo replied confidently. “It’s not rocket science, but why do you need to hack Rarity’s?”

Rainbow Dash hesitated a moment before answering. “Well… um… She kind of kidnapped me with the robot. And she forced me to wear dresses and… did other things I don’t approve of.”

Gasps echoed throughout the auditorium as the children realized what Rainbow Dash meant. Their hero had been humiliated!

“Kind of kidnapped? Sounds silly. Does she force ankara escort you to do it now as well? Why don’t you just go to her place anymore?” Apple Bloom frowned puzzled.

“Ahh… it’s complicated. Well, I just like when she is bossy with me sometimes. Rarity used her robot to control me, forcing me to wear dresses and act ladylike against my will. But it turned me on, you know? I liked her company, but I would like to be in charge too! I want my revenge! So I need her robot to obey me instead!” Rainbow Dash confessed.

The fans started whispering among themselves about her confession. Rainbow was a daring girl, so this wasn’t as much of a shock to them. After a moment, Scootaloo continued to speak.

“That sounds fun!” Scootaloo giggled. “But, how do I get access to her robot?”

“You can come with me to Rarity’s house. I’ll find a way to sneak your code onto the robot without Rarity noticing. I can distract her attention.” Rainbow Dash suggested.

“Okay, count me in!” Scootaloo agreed enthusiastically. “But what about Sweetie Bell? What if she catches me?”

“Don’t worry. She loves playing video games all the time. She probably won’t notice us at all.”

Rainbow Dash smiled gratefully at her loyal fan. With Scootaloo’s help, she could finally make Rarity as athletic as herself.

—

Rainbow knocked, and Rarity opened the door with her signature grace. She tutted in distaste at Rainbow’s apparel. “Rainbow Dash! I said not to wear those dreadful clothes in my presence!”

Dash wore her casual sports outfit for the workouts.

“Sorry. I just forgot,” Rainbow replied.

Scootaloo was waiting, hidden behind a bush.

“We need to talk,” Rainbow said, entering the room.

“About what?” Rarity asked, looking puzzled.

Without warning, Dash put her arms around Rarity’s waist and drew her close. Then she kissed her on the lips. This surprised Rarity, but she didn’t mind.

They kissed for a while before Rainbow nudged Rarity toward the couch, knelt between her legs, lifted her skirt, and took off her panties

“Oh, Rainbow!” Rarity moaned while Rainbow licked her excited clit. She arched her back, pressing closer herself against Rainbow’s face.

Scootaloo slowly crept through the window. She looked around — no one in sight. Then she tiptoed past the living room where she heard some muffled moans. She got curious and glanced at the view. Rainbow Dash was giving a cunnilingus to Rarity.

“Rainbow Dash is so sexy…” She wanted so badly to keep watching them but she knew it was not a good idea. Reluctantly, she tore herself away from the view and continued moving on.

She quietly tiptoed across the rooms. She could hear dim sounds of the video game, which reassured her that Sweetie Belle was busy.

Just as Scootaloo was going to reach the door to Rarity’s bedroom, she heard a noise. Footsteps were getting closer and closer. She frantically looked around for a place to hide. Nearby was a big, tall, ornate statue of a rearing pegasus — Rarity had placed in this wide corridor. Scootaloo immediately ducked behind it, holding her breath.

Sweetie rounded the corner. Scootaloo felt uneasy as Sweetie halted near the statue. Scootaloo pressed herself as flat as possible against the base of the statue, hoping that Sweetie would not glance her way.

“Hmm,” Sweetie started turning towards the statue, and Scootaloo cringed in fear. She was going to be caught. It was all over.

But then, Sweetie’s phone buzzed loudly, and she looked down at the screen. “Oh! Apple Bloom!” she exclaimed. She quickly walked back down the hall, already typing a reply.

Scootaloo let out a sigh of relief. That was too close. She waited another few seconds to make sure Sweetie had left, then slipped into Rarity’s bedroom.

She approached the robot cautiously, examining it. The robot was sleek, with a futuristic design, and six articulated arms folded neatly at its sides. It stood upright, almost closet height, on heavy, spider-like legs. Scootaloo felt nervous. This robot looked intimidating, even powered off. She hoped her virus would work.

She grabbed her bag and pulled out her laptop. She stuck a cable into it, plugged it into the robot’s port, and opened a terminal window. Her fingers flew over the keyboard, uploading the virus.

She couldn’t shake the image of Rainbow Dash and Rarity together from her mind. It had been so hot seeing her hero licking someone’s pussy. A green progress bar appeared, slowly filling up.

“I so want Rainbow Dash to lick my girl like that so badly too,” Scootaloo thought to herself, rubbing her crotch through her pants as she watched the progress bar inch forward. Suddenly, a notification popped up: ‘Virus uploaded successfully.’

“Whew, made it!” Scootaloo breathed, wiping sweat from her brow. She disconnected her laptop and packed everything away. Now all they needed was for Rainbow Dash to activate the robot, and it would be under her control.

In the living room, adıyaman escort Rainbow pleasured Rarity with gusto as she mounted Rainbow’s face. Rarity’s fingers tightly gripped the back of the couch.

“Yes, yes, YES!” Rarity yelled out. Rainbow could feel Rarity tense over her, and then a flood of sweet nectar filled her mouth as Rarity climaxed hard, shuddering.

Rainbow lapped up every drop, savoring Rarity’s taste. Rarity gazed down at Rainbow with half-lidded eyes.

“Wow, Rainbow Dash, you’re really good at oral!” Sweetie exclaimed.

Rainbow and Rarity both jumped in surprise, having forgotten completely about Sweetie Belle’s presence.

“Sweetie! You little brat!” Rarity exclaimed, blushing furiously. “Get out of here!”

“But ‘Mommy’, I liked to watch!” Sweetie protested, pouting adorably.

Sweetie sometimes called Rarity ‘Mommy’ because she lived with her older sister in Rarity’s house, separate from their parents.

It was normal in Equestria, as siblings tended to move out of their parents’ houses at a young age and share a house because the housing was very cheap.

“Shoo!” Rarity ordered, shooing her sis away. Sweetie dramatically sighed but obeyed.

When they were alone again, Rarity smiled evilly at Rainbow Dash. “Now, Dashie, tell me, why are you dressed so horribly today? A sports suit? You know I hate it! Are you going to the gym today? Where is that beautiful gown I so generously gave you?”

Rainbow Dash glanced over toward the window and spotted Scootaloo. She showed her a thumbs-up. Rainbow’s face flashed a smile.

“I know, but I think we need today’s workout, so I decided to change to this.” Rainbow said, “You need to change yourself too, Rarity. We will start a new training program together. Put on your sports clothes, your elegant dress is not suitable for this.”

“What?” Rarity gasped indignantly, “How dare you! I thought, we already settled this issue! I’m here in charge! I command you to put on a dress for me this instant! Otherwise…”

“Otherwise what? Listen Rarity, I care about your gorgeous, but fatty ass. We need to do something about it! And you must change! I’ll wait.” Rainbow Dash said confidently, crossing her arms.

Rarity’s eye twitched from rage.

“I will show you who is the boss here!”

She raised her hand up for some reason, looked up at the ceiling, and started pointing her index finger upwards.

“Home, activate Kimberly.” She said firmly.

Rarity stood tall and crossed her arms with a satisfied smirk, waiting for something.

—

Soon, the robot emerged.

“Hello Mistress Rarity,” Kimberly spoke in a robotic female voice, “What is your command?”

“Yes, Kimberly can talk now, isn’t that cute?” Rarity boasted.

“You see, Kimberly,” Rarity motioned to Rainbow, “Our friend here has lost her manners. She needs to be reminded of it.”

Kimberly turned to study Rainbow Dash. “Understood, Mistress Rarity. Please stand aside while I administer the necessary correction,” the robot said in robotic voice.

“Actually, Kimberly, I’ve got another suggestion. Rarity has been neglecting her health lately, especially her bottom. Her poor butt needs some exercise. Do you agree?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress Rarity, but my visual sensors indicate that your body mass index actually exceeds acceptable norms,” Kimberly replied in the detached voice.

“What? NO!” Rarity exclaimed. “Focus on Rainbow Dash!”

“To maintain optimal health, you should engage in regular exercise. Would you like me to create a personalized regimen for you?” the robot asked in her clinic voice.

“No, no, no!” Rarity exclaimed again. “That’s not what we’re doing here! Kimberly, please ignore Miss Dash’s suggestion. We need to talk about *her* behavior.”

“Look, even your robot-servant thinks you need the workouts, Rarity!” Rainbow Dash cut in, victorious.

“Unacceptable!” Rarity cried, stamping her foot in a tantrum.

“Rarity, show Kimberly your ass to prove that your ass isn’t fatty,” Rainbow Dash offered.

Rarity hesitated. “I won’t lower myself to such vulgarity! Kimberly, seize her immediately and punish her insolence!”

But Kimberly remained unmoving, seemingly torn between her loyalty to Rarity and Rainbow Dash’s logical argument. “Mistress Rarity, I must insist that you comply with Miss Dash’s request for the sake of objectivity…”

“Absolutely not!” Rarity snapped, her anger rising. “You will obey MY commands, Kimberly! Not hers!”

Kimberly’s bulb-indicator on the side flashed bright red as she seemed to struggle internally with Rarity’s directive. Finally, she spoke in a strained tone. “My deepest apologies, Mistress Rarity, but I cannot disregard Miss Dash’s suggestion without proof. Please, present your ass for examination.”

Rarity stared at Kimberly in disbelief, her jaw dropping open. “You… you insubordinate machine!”

Sweetie Belle couldn’t contain her laughter any longer, as she watched them. “I must confess, today we ate fast food! And lots of it!” she said giggling, and winked to Rainbow Dash.

Rarity clenched her fists. “It won’t hurt my diet to eat fast food once a week, right?” She mumbled angrily.

“Kimberly won’t listen to you until you show us that your butt isn’t ‘fat’. So hurry up!” Rainbow Dash said.

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Her heart sank as she thought about how much she missed him. She couldn’t help but let her thoughts drift to the naughty things he would do to her; how he would praise her for being his good little girl. Biting her lip, she sighed, pulling herself away from her laptop. It had lost its appeal; nothing would be able to wipe the longing from her mind. Opening the door to her room, she slowly slipped off the thin black sweater she wore, tossing it carelessly on the back of the chair that sat in front of her desk. She still lived at home with her mother, but was usually alone, at least in the evenings. She relished the time she had alone with her thoughts. It was the only time she had when she could let ecstasy overtake her and let herself whimper and moan with out being interrupted.

She slowly sat down on her bed, closing her eyes as she imagined she was far away, with him on his bed. His hands trailing down her shoulders. His lips covering her neck in kisses. Slowly, she pulled the tight blue tank top over her head, uncovering her frilly, cream and black lace bra. Her hand gently ran over her chest, trying to imagine how he would touch her. His hands moving softly over her skin, teasing her; his rough finger tips making her body tremble as electricity flowed through her. How he’d savor the image of her with her shirt off, kissing her neck down to her collar bone, whispering in to her ear how beautiful she was to him. Her body shivered as she thought of him so close to her, his breath in her ear. Reaching her hands behind her back, she slowly undid her bra, as if he was there. She was shy with her movements even when he wasn’t actually there to watch her. The idea of being near him enticed her. She loved to feel him touch her, to tease him, but she was always nervous around him.

Standing up, she pulled back the green comforter and the chocolate brown sheets, to reveal her comfy, warm bed. A sigh escaped her lips as her mind was consumed with the rize escort thoughts of his touch and his kiss. Her hands grasped at the button on her jeans, wanting to free herself. They felt tight, and as the button popped open, she smiled to herself, unzipping the confining jeans. They slowly slid over her wide hips, falling carelessly on the floor next to her bed. Her body shook as she thought of him seeing her in only her white thong. A blush rose to her cheeks as she slipped one hand over her breasts and down her stomach, gingerly touching her pussy though her white cotton and lace thong. Biting her lip, she smiled, quickly removing the clothing and tossing it across the room. Her hands smoothed the service of the bed as she climbed in; it was warm and she missed her fantasies. Most of them involved him being rough, catching her right out of the shower, ripping the towel off and fingering her until she came for him. A smile danced across her face as she settled into her bed, the warm comforter and sheets engulfing her normally cold body.

Her hand slid under the covers, gently rubbing her breasts, her eyes closed as she tried to picture him caressing them. Him pinching her nipples, making them hard. She longed to open her eyes and see him there. One of her hands slowly glided down her stomach to her wet pussy. A smile spread across her face as she ran her fingers teasingly across her lips. Her middle finger parted her lips, plunging into her pussy. A small gasp escaped her lips as she pumped her finger in and out. Spreading her legs farther apart, she pulled her finger out of her cunt and slid it up to her clit. The warm sticky lubricant from her pussy made teasing herself ignite a fire within her. Her mind began to drift to him, his voice her favorite thing about him. It was warm. Caring but firm. She loved how he talked to her; he was always playful but always dominating. His voice made her melt. Electricity flowed through sakarya escort her, making her body tremble and wetness coat her panties.

A low whimper came from her lips as she thought about his lips pressed against her. She imagined how sweet his kiss would be, how her body would tingle from head to toe, and how her mind would cloud with passion like it was at that moment. The fantasy began to take on a life of it’s own.

He was pushing her against the wall, pinning her hands above her head. His mouth trailed down to her neck, nipping and biting her, his hot breath against her neck. He whispered into ear, telling her how much he missed her; how beautiful and sexy she was. His free hand ran down her side, cupping her breast, squeezing it gently. he forced his tongue into her mouth, and another moan escaped her lips. A smirk played across his lips as he pulled away from her. She tried to kiss him but he pulled away, grabbing her leg and pulling her closer. Forcing his lips back on hers, she gasped, her hands grabbing at him in helpless desperation to get even closer to him. As they kissed passionately, she panted and groaned as she felt him getting erect, shoving her hips towards him, she pulled away, biting her lip, staring into her impassioned lover’s dark, smoldering eyes. Giving her a small peck on her lips, he released her from his iron grip and led her over to his bed. Her legs shook as she waited patiently, staring at him with wide and eager eyes. She eagerly listened to him as he pulled her close, telling her to take off her top in that sweet, deep voice of his.

Listening and obeying, she happily took off her top as she kissed him. His hands on her bare skin made her frenzied with passion. His sly hands caressed her gently as they danced across her skin. He quickly undid her bra, guiding the article of clothing off her body. He grabbed her breast gently, flicking her nipple. She let out samsun escort a groan of excitement, pushing him back on to the bed. With his right hand on her lower back, his left played with the button on her jeans. He lowered his mouth to her breasts and began to suck her nipples, biting them gently. She let out a whimper as he managed to undo the button on her jeans. He quickly removed them and devilishly smiled as he smacked her ass. A yelp left her mouth as she smiled playfully back, the warm pain radiating from her ass. He slowly pulled down her panties and sat up, pulling her onto his lap, kissing her neck. He commanded her to kneel on the ground and suck his cock like the good little girl she was. Her eyes lit up as she happily climbed off his lap and knelt before him, waiting for him to pull out his cock for her to suck. As it appeared from his jeans, she grasped the shaft, stroking it gently. Her mouth began to water; the head was glistening with precum and his scent was intoxicating. She began to place his delicious cock in her mouth, but she was hungry. She slipped the full length into her impatient mouth. Pulling it out, she deep throated him again, completely lubricating his cock with her saliva. Grasping his cock, she began to rhythmically pump his cock in unison with her mouth’s eager sucking.

The fantasy began to blur as she let out a loud moan, her hips bucking upwards. She felt her thighs burn and spasm as the sheer idea of his cock in her mouth caused her cunt to contract with pleasure. Her heart raced and her mind blurred; all she could think of was him. The quiet whimpers and moans were quickly growing to screams and yelps of pleasure. As she arched her back, the comforter fell slightly off of her chest, revealing her breasts. The cold air against her hard nipples made her orgasm all the more intense. The pleasure overwhelmed her, and for a moment her longing dissipated as she her mind began to exalt him and the pleasure the idea of his touch brought to her. Bucking her hips, she slowly began to calm down, her body relaxing from the strong powerful ecstasy that swirled through her veins. She smiled as she breathed deeply, satisfied with herself, calmly awaiting the moment that he would extract the same passionate response.

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Marie and Lynn’s relationship continued to grow over the days that followed Marie’s initiation to lesbian sex. Although Marie enjoyed the sex she still felt that something was missing. Lynn sensed what Marie’s problem was and decided it was time to broaden her friend’s education again.

On Friday afternoon when Marie met Lynn on the Quad for lunch Lynn told Marie she had a special evening planned for them.

“Just what have you got planned for tonight?” Marie questioned.

“I know you feel like something is missing from our sex and I want to help you.” Lynn stated in her normal matter of fact way.

Marie was quick to soothe any hurt feelings Lynn might be having. “I really enjoy our sex, Lynn. You know I love what we do to each other and how much I love making you cum.” Marie whispered.

Lynn threw back her head and laughed. “Oh Hon I know that better than anyone does. But you know I love to make you happy and I think I will tonight.” Lynn grinned from ear to ear making Marie wonder what Lynn had in store for tonight.

After meeting some friends for dinner at the local pizza place, Lynn and Marie walked back to their dorm holding hands, exchanging little kisses and talking about their midterms coming up. When they got back to their room Lynn locked the door and told Marie to go ahead and shower first. Marie headed into the shower still wondering what Lynn was up to but knowing it was useless to question her.

As soon as Marie stepped into the shower Lynn dropped to her knees and reached under her bed for the bag she had placed there earlier in the afternoon while Marie was in class. She quickly placed the bag under Marie’s bed after checking the contents and was satisfied everything was ready. Lynn then undressed and went to join Marie in the shower.

Lynn stepped into the shower behind Marie as Marie was rinsing the shampoo from her shoulder length auburn hair. Lynn picked up the soap and began lathering up her own hands before she stepped closer to run them over Marie’s firm breasts. Marie smiled and soon followed suit running her own soapy hands over Lynn’s small breasts. As they lathered each others bodies, their lips met in a deep kiss with lips slightly parted. Their tongues touched and rubbed as they each teased and gently pinched the others nipples.

Lynn’s right hand slide down the flat plane of Marie’s tummy to her pussy. She let her soapy fingers glide over the lips of Marie’s pussy teasingly. As she felt Marie lean into her hand pressing her pussy closer. Lynn broke the kiss to run her tongue over Marie’s ear.

“I’m going to make you cum you tonight.” Lynn afyon escort told Marie as she let her left hand run down Marie’s back, letting her fingers play over the slightly round globe of her ass. Lynn’s finger tips teased and played along the divide of Marie’s ass until she felt one finger touch her lover’s anal opening and Marie’s reactive clenching as she moaned.

Instantly Lynn was aware that Marie very much enjoyed having the entrance to her ass touched. Willing to experiment to see how much Marie would enjoy anal stimulation Lynn let the fingers of her right hand begin rubbing over Marie’s clit. At the same time she let the finger on her left hand rub and tease her anal opening. Marie’s moaned deepened as she pressed back against Lynn’s finger against her ass.

Gently Lynn let her finger begin to press harder against Marie’s ass. Marie’s reaction was to lay her head against Lynn’s shoulder and moan deeper. Lynn continued to press her finger against Marie’s ass until the tip began to slowly enter her ass. Marie moaned even louder and Lynn felt the juices begin to flow freely from her pussy as she continued to rub her clit.

Knowing that they needed to move their play to the bedroom, Lynn removed her hands from Marie’s body hearing a disappointed groan from Marie as she did so. They quickly rinsed off and took turns drying each others bodies as they placed little kisses every where the towel touched.

Once dry, Lynn took Marie’s hand and lead her to her bed. She laid next to Marie once again kissing her mouth and letting her tongue slip between her lips. Lynn’s right hand once again found the hard nub of Marie’s clit and began to rub. Marie caressed Lynn’s breasts as she moaned moving her hips against Lynn’s fingers on her clit.

Lynn soon pushed her middle two fingers deep into Marie’s vagina and began fucking her now very wet pussy. Marie moved her left leg to rest on Lynn’s hip allowing Lynn’s probing fingers to press deeper into her pussy. Feeling Marie’s juices flowing over her fingers and hand Lynn finger fucked her deeper and faster. Listening to Marie’s moan as they became louder and her breathing faster.

Lynn quickly moved over Marie’s body into a 69 position. As Lynn began to lick over the smooth lips of Marie’s pussy she felt Marie’s fingers begin to probe into her pussy, opening her so her lover could lick and tease her clit in return. Soon the room was filled with their muffled moans as they tongued and licked each other’s pussy’s. Lynn was the first to cum. Humping her pussy against Marie’s mouth as she cried out in her orgasm. Marie tasted aydın escort to rush of juices from Lynn’s pussy and eagerly licked them from her pussy lips.

Marie moaned and moved her hips faster against Lynn’s mouth feeling her own orgasm approaching. Knowing Marie was close to orgasm, Lynn reached under the bed and into the bag she had placed there. Her hand found what she was seeking, a small vibrator. It was about 6 inches long and an inch in diameter. She turned it on then pressed it against Marie’s hard swollen clit.

Marie felt the cool plastic of something press against her clit and jumped in reaction to the foreign touch. The next instant she felt the vibrations of the object moving over her clit. Before she even had time to wonder she felt her orgasm explode. Marie cried out loudly as her pussy contracted and juices gushed forth. “Oh my God!” Marie yelled. The vibrations making her orgasm go on for, what seemed to Marie, like forever.

Lynn once again reached down into the bag and found the other item she had bought. Bringing it up to Marie’s pussy she pressed the 8 inch long latex dildo into Marie’s flowing wet pussy. Feeling the penetration of the dildo, Marie began to moan then hump her hips up to meet the thrusts of Lynn’s hand fucking the dildo in and out of Marie’s pussy. Marie suddenly felt another orgasm building.

“Fuck yeah!” Marie cried. “Oh yes fuck me!”

Lynn kept the small vibrator pressed against Marie’s clit as she fucked her pussy with the dildo. Marie put her feet flat on the bed to allow her to push up harder and faster against the dildo fucking her pussy. Almost in a frenzy of movement Marie screamed out, “Oh fuck Lynn I’m cumming!” as every muscle seemed to tense with her orgasm. Marie’s cum coated the dildo buried deep in her pussy.

Loving her friend’s reaction to the toys, Lynn continued to fuck Marie’s pussy and rub the vibe over her clit. Taking Marie from one orgasm to another, her cries of pleasure only diminished until another intense orgasm washed over her. When Lynn noticed Marie’s cries weakening she removed the toys from her lover’s pussy.

Marie collapsed back against the pillows, panting deeply and totally shocked at what had just happened. Never before had she cum so much during sex with either Tim or Lynn.

Lynn turned to lay next to Marie as she placed tender kisses on her face. Marie’s eyes were closed as she struggled to bring her breathing under control. Her pussy was still contracting from her last orgasm. She slowly opened her eyes to look at Lynn. “What was that? What were those things? And can we ağrı escort do it again?” Marie asked between pants with an amazed look on her face.

Lynn laughed as she handed the toys to Marie. “I bought these this afternoon. I knew you felt the need for more penetration during sex, even though you never said anything.” She explained to her lover.

Marie took the vibrator and dildo from Lynn. She sat up examining each one closely. She was still amazed at the response of her body to these objects. She turned the vibrator on feeling the sensations in her fingers.

“Can I do this to you too?” she asked her lover. Lynn looked up and her and laughed again.

“Sure but uhhhh…no dildo. You know how I feel about cocks.” She said earnestly. Lynn had tried sex with a man and had told Marie she hated the feeling of his cock in her pussy. That she had only tried it to see if she would like it and to lose her virginity. The end result only confirmed Lynn’s feelings that she truly was a lesbian and found nothing appealing about sex with a man.

Marie leaned over and pressed the vibrator against Lynn’s pussy. Lynn’s eyes fluttered closed as she felt the vibrations begin to excite her. Her hands came up to cup her own breasts as her fingers teased and pinched her nipples. Watching Lynn’s reaction, Marie pressed the vibrator harder against Lynn’s clit.

Marie began rubbing the vibrator over the hardening nub of Lynn’s clit. At the same time she pressed the two middle fingers of her other hand into Lynn’s pussy. Lynn moaned louder as she pressed her hips up to meet the thrust of Marie’s fingers pushing into her pussy.

“Oh yeah Baby make me cum” Lynn moaned as she opened her eyes to look up at Marie. “Make my pussy cum on your fingers!” she urged Marie.

Marie began to finger fuck her lover harder and faster, keeping the vibrator against her clit. Lynn’s pussy juices flowed freely over Marie’s fingers and hand until the motion of Marie’s fingers in and out of her pussy was making a soft sucking sound.

Lynn, always being the more verbal began a litany of sexual instructions. “Fuck my pussy harder with you fingers. Make me cum!” she groaned out between pants. “Yeah that’s it! Fuck my pussy Baby with your fingers.”

Lynn felt the tightening in her belly as her orgasm approached. “Fuck me Baby!” she panted. “Oh yeah, Oh yeah. Oh Fuck Marie I’m cumming!” she cried out as her orgasm hit. Marie watched the beauty of Lynn’s reaction as she orgasmed.

Marie laid down next to Lynn listening to her lover pant and sigh in the after glow of the intense orgasm she had just given her. They turned and gently kissed for a while until soon they were on the verge of sleep.

Lynn pulled Marie against her body to hug her and sleepily whispered into her ear. “Next time I think we should see just how much you like anal stimulation.” Marie smiled as she drifted off to sleep.

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There was a small bistro in town where he often went for lunch. A pleasant comfortable place to eat and an equally pleasant waitress called Jean, to wait on him there.

He called her Scarlett, on account of her huge mane of flaming red hair. She was married, in her mid thirties and the middle sister of three. Not quite the prettiest sister but a very sexy woman all the same with a knowing wink and a liking to flirt with her male customers.

Over the summer months he became more and more friendly with her and they started exchanging little love notes furtively as she’d lean close rubbing herself on his leg as she took his order. She was a toucher. She couldn’t talk to you without touching you as she spoke. He liked that in a woman, emphasizing her point by a squeeze of the arm as she laughingly made flirtatious conversation.

The notes began to get dirty, and she duly obliged him in replying to his fantasies of fucking her relentlessly with an equal amazing degree of candour and adventurous exploits.

It was when one day he met her by chance in a near by town on her day off that he first learned of her hidden joys.

They sat nervously in the darkest corner of the local hotel lounge and drank coffee and touched each other out of sight under the table.

That wonderful electric feeling as their fingers first entwined and squeeze together. He held an index finger out straight and she dirtily obliged him by sliding her clenched fingers up and down it simulating rubbing a stiff cock.

He wanted her badly and he knew she was in the same frame of mind too, although time was at a premium owing to her children arriving home from school in an hour or so.

They left the town and drove some miles to a lonely spot he knew of old and when parked up took out his cock for her to play with.

She let him slip her panties down and only just in the nick of time as he had not realised just how wet she was.

“A girl could catch her death of cold with panties that wet,” he warned her, bending over to kiss her long and lovingly.

“I like to masturbate,” she told him. That’s really my thing. I can’t get enough of it. I do it every day … and love it!”

“What about fucking?” he asked her.

“Sorry you can’t fuck me!”

“But why ever not?”

“Because I don’t want to. I’ll do anything else, but never fuck you. I don’t want to end up like my younger sister with kids and no husband to look after us.” She paused and then said laughing, “Come here urfa escort and cheer up for heavens sake, I have a mouth, I can still suck you.”

She did just that and he lay back in his car seat and enjoyed her expert tonguing.

Soon he was panting and about to spunk her loving mouth, but

She decided let go and took him in hand and really wanked him with such speed that it quite frightened him.

“Cum for me, let me see it cum.” She begged, holding an open free hand close to the knob of his bursting cock.

He could not have held back if he wanted to, and started to cum and groan loudly as he spurted his seed out with such force it shot in several long twisting snakes of thick white sperm one after the other.

Some splashed into her hand but most missed and went all over his trousers.

“Here let me clean you up,” she said smiling and licking the spunk off her sticky wet hand. He passed her a tissue and she mopped him up while he got his breath back.

“Now it’s my turn.” She told him pulling up her green skirt and showing him fully her flaming red pubes as she opened her legs really wide.

He started to fingered her slowly and then withdrew an amazingly cummy digit.

“Hell, would you just look at that! What thick juice you have Grandma.”

“All the better to cum for you, Red Ridding hood!” she laughed holding his cum covered finger and looking at it carefully. “Sorry, I must be ovulating; I always go really thick at this time of the month. Makes me ever so horny though.”

He now stuck a couple of fingers up her slippery hole and she lifted her bum off the seat to aid his search for her G spot. He found that rough corrugated surface on the front wall of her cunt, a fingers length inside about her clit. There he rubbed it gently and Scarlett went wild.

He had wickedly thought he would maybe bring her off a few times and then when she had been over the top well and truly, she would say ‘Oh yes, fuck me please!’

This woman was however definitely different and she seized his frigging hand and started to fuck it really hard … in fact very hard indeed.

He was so taken back by her speed and force that he could only stare at her in disbelief, as she went like hell for her goal.

She moaned too and shouted dirty things as she started to grip his hand tighter and tighter. She was going over the top and pumped like crazy at that hand of his, wedged firmly up her slobbering sticky cunt.

Now sivas escort it was a cumming cunt, and she shrieked as she came in one tremendous bucking climax, leaving her breathless and whimpering softly.

He had never seen anything quite like it.

“Hells bells … are you okay?” he asked her almost too scared to enquire in case she had had some kind of a fit.

Still panting she let go of his hand and he slipped out his bruised fingers.

“Fine,” she gasped clearing her throat and flicking her long mass of dishevelled hair out of her eyes.

“My God Scarlett, you’d have done me a terrible mischief if I’d had my cock up you, fucking like that! You could have snapped the damned thing off thrashing around like a thing possessed.”

“Sorry but I did say that this is my thing, I just love big orgasms. Did I frighten you?”

“Well no, I loved it actually, simply never seen a girl get so damned sexed up on just a couple of fingers before.”

“You should see what I can do with a bottle.”

“Oh … really?”

“I have this collection of nicely shaped bottles in my bathroom. Every day after work I come home and have an hour before I get the children home from school, so I take a different bottle each day and fuck myself stupid on the bed. My way of coping with life I suppose.”

“Hell’s teeth, I’d love to watch that.”

“Well you might one day, when I feel all safe that no one will catch us.”

A week later just as he had finished his meal in the bistro and was talking naughty things to Scarlett as she cleaned up the empty tables around him, he had an idea.

Only one couple remained but they had paid so they would soon be leaving. Scarlett had told him she was in charge today as the boss had gone away, and Chef had gone out to buy some fresh herbs.

He suddenly got up and told her to meet him in the toilets.

“I can’t, what if someone comes in?”

“If you are quick it won’t matter!”

He walked across the room and down the little passage way that lead to the two toilets, and went into one and waited.

She was almost behind him and whispered that the couple were just going out. They heard the front door close and then she asked what the hell he thought he was going to do?

“Take you panties off for me,” he told her as he slipped his hard cock out of his pants.

She did as he asked and then sat down on the closed toilet seat. He bent forward and fingered her quickly to tekirdağ escort check if she as wet.

“It’s okay; don’t fret, I’m running wild for you!” she laughed.

“Good, then let me watch you play with this.”

He pulled the beer bottle out of his jacket pocket that he had drunk from during his lunch.

Scarlett gasped aloud and told him that he was being extremely dirty, but reluctantly took the bottle from him and opening her legs wide started to insert the neck of the bottle into her cunt. Slowly she worked it up her hole, gasping all the time and telling him he was a complete bastard making her do this, while he happily wanked his cock off in front of her face.

“Good girl, now fuck yourself with it.” He told her when it was all the way in. “Let me see how you love to do it with a bottle.”

She looked up with smouldering eyes at him and started to fuck her cunt.

Slowly at first, moving it from side to side as she pushed and pulled it in and out of her fantastically wet hole. She seemed to be getting it into all the deepest corners of her cunt, so no place was left unfucked by it.

Now she was getting faster and rougher and he saw her eyes almost glaze over she was so absorbed in her bottle fucking.

She moaned loudly and he knew she would be soon cumming for him.

He wanked his cock faster to keep up with her and she nodded to him as she opened her mouth for him to shoot his spunk in it at the right moment.

She was loosing it, going ballistic now as she lifted her bum of the seat and half standing met her bottle as it fucked her cunt with such force.

“Let it go Scarlett, give it to me, cum Sweetie, cum.” He urged her, as his balls tightened up and he felt his spunk starting to rise up his cock, to fly free.

She swore dirtily, and just bucked and bucked on that glass cock rammed up her cunt, letting him shoot his load of hot seed into her gasping open mouth. Some hitting its target, the other missing and running down her cheeks and chin. When it was all over, she collapsed back down onto the toilet seat and sighed.

“Don’t you ever make me do that again she hissed thrusting the extracted hot wet beer bottle into his hand, “I could loose my job if we got caught.”

They cleaned up and he went back to his table and sat down and placed the empty beer bottle on the table top in pride of place. Just then the door opened and a small crowd of people came in and sat down. Scarlett walked in all flushed and came over to him.

“And would Sir like anything else today?”

“I wouldn’t mind another one of these, he nodded at the bottle, “but the question is whether you could manage another one too?”

“You Bastard!” she laughed, pointing towards the door and telling him not to push his luck.

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Debbie, the RA, gathered all 50 of the floor’s freshmen girls to the lounge for her standard talk. They crowded closely together, sitting on chairs and on the floor.

Girls, today I want to cover drugs, alcohol, and sex.

(A cheer went up around the room. Voices and laughter were heard: “Which do we do first?”, “All three at once?” “Are you going to provide instruction?” and the like.) Ignoring the comments, Debbie continued.

Pot smoking is illegal, and alcohol is illegal because you are less than 21. It is part of my job to tell you not to use them (more laughter. Someone cried out: “But sex is legal. Right?”). I will also tell you that the prohibitions are only enforced if you use them to excess, or if you are caught selling to other students. As far as sex goes: Birth control, for those of you with boyfriends, is available in the Health Center.

(Another voice called out, “Do those who have girlfriends also need to use birth control?” Nervous laughter and chatter around the room. As the laughter died down Debbie continued.)

I know that many of you will have girlfriends in addition to, or instead of, boyfriends. In fact, this might occur more than some of you would have thought. You see, to save money, the university matched up roommates using a computer dating service. You probably noticed that many of the questions in that really long questionnaire you filled out were odd to ask in the context of your preference in a roommate. It used all the normal dating questions…

(From the crowd: “You mean like the question whether we wanted a roommate with big tits?” More laughter, and other comments like “No wonder I got you.” with much elbowing of one another)

That was not one of the questions. As I was saying, it used the normal dating questions except that it automatically filled in, for the gender of the person you were seeking, female. Each of you was matched against the other 2,000 freshmen girls to find the best fit, the same way you would be matched if you were looking for a date, a lover, or a husband.

(“Does this mean I have to marry my roommate?” More laughter. Several of the girls grabbed the girl next to them and, in a kidding way, kissed them, told them they loved them, they were their soul mate, etc., to much laughter. It took more than a minute for the laughter to die down and for the girls to stop their mock-kissing and caressing.)

Girls, the matching process does mean that we hope you will be very compatible with your roommate. (Another comment: “So the University does want us to screw each other?)

The University does not care about your sex life – so long as you don’t get pregnant.

(Another comment aksaray escort from the group: “Debbie, I know how we can have sex without getting pregnant.”)

Stop it! Let’s just say that you should not be surprised if you are really compatible with your roommate who is, after all, a 1 in 2,000 match with you.

(Another shouted comment: “You mean we probably will end up making love with our roommate?” This time there was no laughter, just some nervous tittering, as all 50 girls stared at Debbie.)

Ignoring the comment, Debbie continued: Assuming you were honest when you filled out the form, we hope to have very few roommate transfer requests. In any case, you have to try your roommate out for at least three weeks.

(more snickers, with more than a dozen girls muttering the same comment, to the effect of, “what does she mean by “try out your roommate”?)

Also, you should know that the dormitory walls are sound resistant, but not soundproof, so please be considerate of your neighbors. Normal conversation cannot be heard in adjoining rooms. But, will your neighbors be able to hear your music and your parties? It depends how loud you get.

(“What about our sex?” More laughter, with more murmuring, this time going on longer than before.)

That — that’s actually a serious question, so I am going to answer it. Again my answer is, it depends. As a practical matter, your boyfriends’ sex talk and the sounds they make while you have sex certainly will not be heard outside the room.

(Now the room was completely silent as the girls listened.)

But the sounds you make while having sex as well as those of your girlfriends might well be heard, if you are loud. As a practical matter, if you do hear sex sounds coming from your neighbor, it could mean they are masturbating, or that they are with their boyfriend, or that they are with their girlfriend. Since the effects of the walls mean that you couldn’t hear any male voices or sounds anyway, you won’t know what your neighbor is doing.

(Another comment: “On the other hand, if you hear a woman cry out, “Oh, God, Susan, you give the best head ever.” you’ll figure out what’s going on.” (laughter))

Seriously, if you do come home at 3:00 am with your lover and your roommate is sleeping, please show consideration. It’s one thing for you and your boyfriend or girlfriend to quietly enter and go to sleep. But even that should be cleared with your roommate – they might not be fully dressed and they probably wouldn’t want a stranger to see them partly naked. You can’t bring anyone home, boy or girl, if your roommate does not want them to sleep there. That’s the amasya escort rule. You all have to work with that rule.

And, if they say it’s OK for you to bring someone home to sleep, but you are going to do more than just sleep, please use common sense. Some light kissing probably will not wake your roommate. But wild and crazy lovemaking with your girlfriend will for sure, and probably even if you do it with your boyfriend.

(At that point someone shouted, “Sounds like the perfect excuse for a threesome.” More laughter in the room.)

If anyone wants to be part of a threesome with her roommate and her roommate’s boyfriend, or with her and her girlfriend, that’s your business. But you should not presume they will want to do this. You should not bring your girlfriend or boyfriend to bed with you figuring that if you do wake your roommate, she can always join you. That is not respectful – she might or might not want to.

(“Give me 5 minutes to show her the advantages of a threesome and I guarantee she’ll want to.” More laughter, whispering, and tittering.)

“Debbie, my boyfriend doesn’t make a sound when I give him a blow job. Or even much noise when we screw.”

(Some of the girls then called out, “dump him”, “ingrate”, and “you should try girls instead”)

Allison, you might be able to get away with giving your boyfriend a blowjob without waking your roommate. But don’t any of you even think about giving your girlfriend head if your roommate is sleeping because that would wake your roommate for sure.

(Another voice, “That’s sex discrimination!” Followed by more laughter)

Its actually, “sound discrimination”. I’m just reminding you that most girls get so much more pleasure out of sex than almost any guy does, that many of us have a hard time being quiet.

(More comments: “I still like the threesome solution” “But what if its a threesome with three girls – that could wake the whole floor!”)

I can see I’m going to have a lot of trouble with this floor this year. Look, if you do catch your roomy making out, at night or any time, don’t presume they want a threesome. Don’t just join them and grab some tits, cock or pussy. Ask first.

(“And then dive in.” The crowd was getting giddy with laughter as everyone tried to outdo everyone else with their comments.)

The only other thing is that the bathrooms have flipable signs on them that say “Women” on one side, which they will be set to most of the time, and “Guys” on the other side, which your boyfriends can use at 3:00 am.

Any questions?

There were none, and the girls went back to their rooms.

In room 203, Donna antalya escort was the first to speak: That was quite an orientation session, Cathy.

Right. With more emphasis on sex than I anticipated, especially girl sex.

But we are girls, silly.

Everyone on this floor is a comedienne! You know what I mean. Their use of a computer dating service to match roomies sure does explain the odd items on the roommate questionnaire. The one I remember being the oddest was, “Do you like giving/receiving oral sex?”

Yes, that was the strangest one. I thought it was there to reveal something about our inner nature. I answered that I like it when I receive oral sex, but think it’s really yucky to give oral sex to a guy. Does that make me selfish?

No, I don’t think so. Giving a blow job to a guy seems yucky to me also. I guess we both answered the question assuming the oral sex was with a guy. Did you ever give oral sex to a girl?

No. I’ve never done anything with a girl. How about you?

No, but I don’t think it would be as yucky.

Neither do I. In fact, if I had to blow a guy or a girl, I’d — (she hesitated, and then looked at Cathy) I’d choose a girl.

(A pause) So would … what’s that sound?

They both listened quietly, and from Room 201 they heard sexual moans, “Oh my God, ohhh, I can’t stand it.”

Both Cathy and Donna laughed.

Not masturbation, that’s for sure.

Mary and Susan?

Right. Unless some guy transported in, defying all the laws of physics.

Who did that sound like – Susan?

Just then there was more moaning, “Mary, oh Mary, Mary, Mary.”

At once Cathy and Donna both said “Susan” and laughed.

Then they heard sounds coming from Room 205. Both Donna & Cathy turned and put their ears against the wall, with their foreheads touching, giggling. They were both quiet except for occasional giggling as they surreptitiously listened to Angela and Patty making out. Finally, after Angela and Patty escalated towards the point of no return, Cathy said, “Its so much naughtier when you overhear it, isn’t it?” Donna replied, “I guess all that sex talk had quite an effect on all of our neighbors.”

After listening to the stereo sex sounds and following their exploits in detail, Donna replied, “You know, Cathy, if we wanted to experiment, no one could hear us. Our neighbors are all too busy making out to listen to us, and their sounds would cover ours anyway.”

Cathy said nothing, but moved her lips a few inches, to Donna’s, and lightly kissed her. After a few seconds their kissing got heavier. Encouraged by the increasing volume from both adjoining rooms, they started rubbing their hands on each others bodies, first on top of their clothing, then under their shirts.

Their clothing quickly came off and Donna looked deeply at Cathy, and said: “Now I am going to make you come so loudly, you’re going to make our neighbors seem like they are only boys.” And she did.

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“I want to take a shower,” my sexy new lover said, “Join me, Babe?” She had read my mind! But I hadn’t been thinking about taking a shower as much as having her leaning back against me in the big old tub.

“Won’t we get water all over the floor?” Her laugh ws musical.

“Of course not. There’s a shower curtain. C’mon, just a quick spritz to knock the sweat off!” She didn’t have to ask me twice. If she’d suggested we go for a nude walk outside I’d have done it! I followed her to the bathroom, enthralled by her bare back. Her shoulders and back, her delightful dimpled bottom (I just had my tongue…my finger in that bottom!) and her girlishly curvy legs.

From a closet in the corner she got out towels from the washer dryer stack inside. I didn’t even know they made them like that! And I expressed my surprise.

“I don’t know what I’d do without it! I’d hate hauling, the wash down to the coin laundry!”

She had a wooden step to help her into the high walled tub but I offered her a steadying hand as well. She smiled at that..

“You’re so sweet!” Not something I hear a lot of, and it made me feel special. Then she offered me a hand up, though I could just step over and up into the tub. I bent to kiss her and she parted her lips to the sweep of my tongue. Then she pulled the curtain around the tub, closing us inside and giving me a thrilling glimpse of those unshorn underarms!

“It’s gonna be a minute getting hot water up,” she said as she started the water. Instantly our nipples stood up stiff but after a few moments the water warmed. She handed me an amber bar of glycerin soap,

“Do my back?” Oh yes! I grabbed the washrag and lathered her back from neck to curvy bottom. But I wasn’t going to just wash her back.

“Raise your arms, Babe,” I said, trying to sound stern. ardahan escort She giggled and held her arms up so I could lather up her furry armpits. God she’s so hot! She moaned softly but evidently she wasn’t ticklish, so I slid my soapy hands around to her round breasts and kissed her neck.

“I want to eat you up!” She laughed softly.

“I won’t stop you. But I haven’t done your back yet!” She turned in my arms and pressed her soapy breasts against my chest. “You can eat me any time!”

She was rubbing my back but it was more sensual than cleansing; she wasn’t using soap. We started kissing, making out in the shower like over sexed teenagers until the water began to cool. Quickly we finished our shower.

Toweling each other off, rubbing each other’s bodies. “Go grab our clothes and we’ll wash everything with the towels.” I rushed out to collect our clothes and rushed back,

“You should run around naked all the time!” she said. I liked that she wanted me naked…

“What do you see in me naked? I’m not glamorous or sexy.” She swatted my butt with an open hand, more sound than sting.

“You stop that! You’re beautiful! I see it if you don’t! Now…do you want a bite to eat or should I turn you over my knee?” I looked down at her, not really expecting that. I had to smile at the idea of my little lover turning my giant if narrow ass over her knee

“Let’s eat something.” Her grin almost broke me up.We didn’t have many choices; breakfast, lunch or leftovers. I was starting the washer.

“Let’s save bacon and eggs for the morning,” I called out, “I can do ham sandwiches or leftover chinese.”

So it was that we stood in the kitchen, naked, eating from the styrofoam to go boxes of sesame chicken and fried rice. Honestly it could have artvin escort been eating wet paper; I was far more into her dark unbrushed mop and blue eyes. Her round little breasts, her soft flat tummy…I read somewhere that sexually men are visually stimulated and women are emotionally stimulated. She didn’t see me as mannish and I couldn’t stop looking at her lovely, girlish body! What does that say about the visual/emotional theory? I certainly felt emotional too…Did my overly tall,skinny, flat chested figure visually stimulate her?

“You know what I want Babe?” she said, pressing herself against me. I had my arms around her, looking into those gorgeous eyes and shook my head no. She let go of me and led me to a small tea chest near her bed.

“I want to show you something.” She opened the top. The tray on top was full of soft cloth, scarves or something. But under that tray was like a sex toy warehouse. All manner of dildos and vibrators.

“Jeez, Betty!” She laughed, moving aside a long flesh colored double-ended dildo. Then a transparent blue dong, and one that looked like a wax banana from my grandmother’s fake-fruit bowl.

“Is that a banana?”

“It’s a vibrator that looks like a banana. I keep it for sentimental reasons.” I gave her an “are you serious” look and she laughed.

“I’m not kidding. It’s the first time someone gave me a toy. He meant well.” I decided not to press it; I knew she was Bi. She rooted around a bit more; it turned out to be another tray so there wasn’t as much in it as at first appeared. But there was still quite a lot, especially as

I only have a harness and a dildo and a vibrator made of white plastic and shaped like a bullet..

“See anything you like?” she asked. I was a bit overwhelmed.

I don’t bodrum escort know, Baby. It’s all so… I don’t know.”

“Did I shock you? I’m happy to make love to you without any of this.” I believed her but…there were things I just didn’y know about…beads and eggs and something long and skinny with a kind of bead at one end…

“I just…would you believe me if I told you I never have even been to a sex store?” She laughed but I knew it was real delight at my “innocence” and not meanness.

“How can that be?” she asked.

“Well, I ordered my vibrator from an ad in the back of a magazine. My strap-on and dick I ordered from a website because a woman I was seeing wanted me to fuck her.” She laid a hand on mine.

“You’re so sweet Babe. I feel like such a perv compared to you!. I turned to her.

“No, no. You’re not a perv…I want you to…to show me what I’ve been missing!” We held each other, kneeling before the chest kissing until my knees ached. She pulled back.

“We’re gonna hate ourselves if we don’t get off our knees Babe.” She got up and helped me up. Again she was the strong one. I felt light on my feet but my knees definitely needed to straighten up. Awkward as it was, we kissed again.

“Make love to me Bety,” I breathed and she pulled me to her bed. About the time we’d gotten snuggled and began to kiss, the washer clunks loudly.

“What was that?” I popped my head up.

“Don’t worry about it Babe, it’s just the washer. We’ll worry about it tomorrow; you’re not going anywhere tonight!” She closed her lips around my nipple and made my toes curl. I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.

Again I awoke first but I didn’t need to pee. I lay with my arm around her under the soft blanket. She had gone down on me again, and again I’d come like an avalanche! I wanted nothing more than to hold her against me now. Perhaps we’d have breakfast or perhaps I’d make love to her but just now I just wanted to hold her warm, soft body to me like a beloved child. Never before had a mere sex made me feel this way. I snuggled closer and let myself snooze.

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[lesbian] [cunnilingus] [established relationship] [seasonal affective disorder]

Feeling SAD in winter? Let your girlfriend help with snuggles and oral.

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You may record this script without asking me first so long as
1) I am credited as the author with a link to my works page
2) the audio is free

You are encouraged to change pet names, tweak the script, ad lib sexy scenes.
Make whatever changes help you read naturally and comfortably.

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Script

[sound of door closing]

Hey babe, come inside! Get out of the cold.

[sound of boots stomping]

Let’s get these winter boots off, yeah? We can leave them here and run around in our socks.

[pause]

You don’t feel like running? All that carrying boxes of food this morning got you tired? Well I really appreciate your help with them. Especially since we had to get up at dawn to get them all delivered on time. You want to switch who drives and who carries next time?

[pause]

You’re not that tired? Wide awake? Good. I thought seeing the morning sun might help you rise and shine too. I loved volunteering with you this morning. We got to connect with our community, help our elderly neighbors. If you want to do this again, I can do the scheduling and logistics. You just come with and help out.

I bet you’d like to warm up after all that work in the cold. I know I do. You want something hot to drink? I can make us some cocoa, tea, coffee, hot cider, mulled wine. What’s your pleasure?

[pause]

I thought you might like that. Why don’t you have a seat on the couch, I’ll get our drinks.

[sound of kettle or cups/glasses]

[speaker voice is coming from further away (kitchen)]

Oh I know, babe. Winter is not your favorite season. Not even close. I can tell it gets you down. I’m here for you however you’re feeling. I’ll sit with you, hug you, listen to you on good days or hard days. I thought maybe I shouldn’t tell you winter is my favorite time of year but it is. Guess why.

[pause]

It’s not just the austere beauty of it, not just the holidays, not the seasonal foods and snug sweaters that show off my curves… and your fine womanly form. I get to enjoy all these things together with you. Winter with you is special to me. Warming up together. Being cozy.

Let me just finish our drinks and I’ll show you one of the things I love doing together.

[sounds of cups, pouring drinks]

[speaker voice gets closer again]

Here you go, babe. Hang on, I’ll join you on that couch right after I get these curtains opened…

[sound of curtains opening]

… and the heat turned up…

[sound of heater switch]

There. Give it a moment and it’ll be bright and warm in here. I’m so glad I’ve got large double glazed windows. All that light is cheery and good for my house plants. Aw, you’re sweet, they don’t need watering today.

You just sit, rest, relax. Let me take care of you for a while, okay? And I’m going to snuggle up to you… right here… maybe warm up my lips, yeah?

[gentle kissing sounds]

Oh that’s so good, babe. That’s just what I need after all that work this morning. A hot drink and my hot woman.

[brief pause]

Yeah, you! Who did you think I meant? Oh you’re still freezing? You want another hot drink? No, you still got some? How about this fuzzy couch blanket… around your shoulders…

[short pause]

Yes, I do need to get my chest in your face to bayburt escort wrap this blanket around you. Put your drink down for a minute. Let me rub your back and shoulders, ok?

[sounds of good massage with some effort]

That blanket warming you up? … Some? … Oh, your nose is still cold? Then turn around and tuck it in here then, right between my tits. I promise they’re warm. Get your whole face warmed up. Mmmm, nice…

While you’re here, let’s get this hat off. I can give you a nice head massage. Let me just rub my fingertips in small circles all over your head… just like that… How’s that, babe? Firmer? Softer? Yeah? Like that? Ok… I do so love running my fingertips over you. … Mmmm … That good? … Little more? … Why am I so good to you? ‘Cause you deserve it, that’s why.

Oh, what now? My sweater in your face is making your nose itch? You think maybe I should take it off? Yeah, I’m sure you do. Here, let me kiss your poor itchy nose.

[kiss]

And your lips, surely all warmed up now, let’s check…

[kiss, long kiss]

Yes, I had to check thoroughly. I have an idea what we could do while we finish our drinks. You know how to play ‘Would you rather?’

[brief pause]

That’s true, there are many variations of that game. I’ll tell you a fun one for this fine winter day.

[pause]

Yes, there *are* fine winter days. Any day I get to be with you is a fine day.

[brief pause]

Yes, even when you’re not feeling great. I’m honored you trust me to be with you on your rough days. We don’t have to play a game if you’d rather talk or just sit together and cuddle.

[brief pause]

You do want to play? Great! Can you get me that notebook and pencils from the side table drawer?

[pause]

Thanks babe. Ok, here’s how we play. I give you two options, A and B. Then we both write down what *I* would rather do. If you get it right, I take off an item of clothing… If you get it wrong, *you* take something off.

Oh, you like this version of the game? Next turn, I give two more options. Then we both write down what *you* would rather do on a winter day. If I get it right, you take something off. If I get it wrong, I take something off. Yeah, I see you nodding. You’re a clever one, I’m sure you grasp the rules. So you still want to play?

[brief pause]

I thought so! Ok, here’s your paper and pencil. First question. Would *I* rather A) have a snowball fight with you or B) take a walk through the woods after a fresh snow? Write down your answer, and no peeking at mine.

[brief pause]

Ok, show me yours, I’ll show you mine.

[pause]

That one goes to you, you clever minx! Ok then, what’s coming off? Should it be a sweater? A belt? A sock? … I think my sweater needs to go! Yeah, my camisole came with it! What? There’s no rule that says I can’t take off two things if I want to! [chuckle]

[ sound of clothes falling]

You think we should keep most of our warm things on? Come on babe! The heater’s on, you’ve got a blanket. No, I don’t need one. You know I’m no hothouse flower. Let’s keep going.

Second question. Would *you* rather we A) cook a hot meal at home or B) visit the food trucks by the ice rink?

[brief pause]

Ok, let’s see what you wrote. This round goes to me!

[pause]

So what’s coming off? … No, your jewelry doesn’t count! Just take off your socks, you’ll be warm enough!

[ sound of clothes falling ]

Third question. What would *I* rather watch bilecik escort with you? A) A winter sports competition or B) an endless burning log video while we discuss our favorite books? No looking at my answer!

[brief pause]

So what have you got? That’s what you wrote?

[pause]

Ok, what are you taking off next, hmm? I say down with pants! Aw, c’mon, just the belt? Ok, but do it all sexy!

[sound of clothes falling]

You know, I think you’re rigging this game. Just a suspicion. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t cheat, I’ve played cards and video games with you.

[brief pause]

What, me cheat? Only when we’ve played a game 58 times and I want to skip to the story. I’m feeling accused. [chuckle] Anyway, why would I cheat to get my own clothes off, hmmm?

[brief pause]

Yeah, that’s true, I totally would. You *do* know me well. Nobody’s fully naked yet, so let’s keep playing.Where were we?

Right. Fourth question. What would *you* rather do on a winter morning? Would you A) get up early to shovel and salt the sidewalk or B) sleep in under a thick down comforter, like the one I’ve got on my bed? Mmm, this *is* a tough one, cold and responsibility or warmth and comfort?

[brief pause]

Ok, compare answers.

[pause]

[not actually upset, mischievous] Oh no, looks like I’ve got to take something off again! Running out of things to take off on top.

[brief pause]

Yeah, I do have to take off my bra, not my pants. New rule! I can add rules because I cheat, remember? I’ll be fine! I’m not cold, really. Can you help me with that bra clasp babe? … Thanks.

[short pause]

You’re right, my nipples are looking a bit cold now, aren’t they. I swear I don’t feel cold. Here, give me your hands. … See, not cold at all. … Oh, yeah, oh babe … I love how you caress me, stroke me. Mmm, touch me just like that.

[pause]

You still think I should warm up? Get under my down comforter? You’re overdressed if you’re going to join me. Get your arms up, sweetheart, let me get the rest of that off you. …

[pause]

[sound of clothes falling]

Let’s get rid of those pants too, don’t need them scratching up my delicate soft skin. [chuckle] Yeah okay, not that delicate, I just wanted to take them off you. We’ve had cold and responsibility, time for some warmth and sexy comfort, yeah?

[sound of clothes falling]

[sound of zipper unzipping]

[sound of pants falling]

[kissing sounds]

Nah, don’t worry about the clothes. We can pick them up later. Now won’t you come with me to bed? It’s warm and comfy. … Yeah, just like my pussy. Want me to tuck you in, bundle you up? … Just your fingers? Maybe your tongue, huh?

Yes, I’ve got several snug and toasty warm places you could warm your fingers in. Why don’t you get under that down comforter. Just lay back, head on that pillow. And I’ll just get under there with you…

[kissing]

… and make my way down your chest, mmm, I do love touching your chest, laying my cheek on it as I caress you, slowly, down your flank, mmm, gently kiss your nipple [kiss] maybe flick it with my tongue? Yeah, you want that? [licky sounds] Can’t forget your other breast.

Let me nuzzle and kiss these delectable breasts while my hand roams your body… mmm… Got two hands, you know. This one could be cupping and squeezing your beautiful breasts… mmm… while I suck… mmm… and kiss these nipples… mmm… like gum drops, delicious…

[sucking and kissing bingöl escort sounds throughout this part]

Mmm, where’s my hand going? Where do you think? Down to your fine ass, across your thigh, and what have we here? Something hot and juicy! I might not even need any lube for my hands given how wet you are… Maybe just a little massage oil…

[sounds of oil applied to hands]

I’ll need to crawl under this blanket more if you want me to use both hands. Would you part your legs for me babe? … Oh yeah, love when you do that.

[inhale]

Let me relish your amazing scent, so intoxicating. Mmm, how about we start with some soft slow strokes from your hips, down your thighs… and gently across your mound… one hand after the other… slowly stroking from your lovely mound, around your pussy lips, not touching them yet, almost down to your rosebud, getting that massage oil all over you down there with my warm hands.

Ready for a bit more, are you? Let’s put this hand on your mound, moving gently back and forth, one finger near your clit, rubbing, stroking, not quite on your clit but so teasingly close…My other hand gently stroking your outer lips, down one side… and up the other… Yeah, I can do that firmer babe… Then down that side… and up the other… And let’s give those inner lips some love, yeah? Maybe I should lick those up and down, hmmm?

[licky sounds]

Faster? I can stroke your pussy faster. Want my mouth on your clit, hmmm? Maybe suck on it a bit?

[licking and sucking sounds]

Mmm, going to lick up your juices

[faster more licking and sucking sounds]

I love caressing and licking you, mmmfff!

[slower licking and sucking sounds]

Yeah, hold my hair, I trust you not to shove… let me control the pace, babe, I’ll do my best to please you.

[faster licking and sucking sounds]

Oooh, babe, let me get my tongue in you

[wet tongue fucking sounds]

Fingers? Oh we can do two fingers! Yeah? Want me to go deeper? Faster? You’re so close…Let me flick my tongue on that clit…

[fast licking and fingering sounds]

Yes… come all over my hand babe! Come on my tongue! Mmmfff!

[fast licking and fingering sounds]

Mmm… yes…

[licking and fingering sounds]

Aaah, babe, you know I love pleasing you with my hands, eating out your pussy. Mmmm, soooo good. I love tasting you as you cum.

[sound of wiping arm across mouth]

Warm and satisfied now? Yeah, I’ll come back up there. Put your head on my shoulder, ahhhh, that’s nice. Snuggle right up to me… let me slowly grind my pussy against your thigh… put my bent knee across your leg… oh babe, holding you always feels so good… You like being able to see me? I love looking into your eyes as we snuggle like this…

[kissing]

Love kissing those lips [kiss] and that cheek [kiss] and your neck, where your pulse beats, mmm [kiss] Oh I want you, want you inside me so much… would you fuck me after a good snuggle? Yeah?

That’s what I love to hear! You want me astride you as you watch my breasts bounce, watch me throw my head back as you make me moan in pleasure? Or maybe I can lay back this time and let you set the pace, hmm? Start slow and work up to pounding my sweet pussy with your fingers? Why don’t you think about that… I’ll just lay here and undulate against your warm body, mmm… I could do with a sexy round two…

… and then how about we make some lunch together? Preparing meals is always more enjoyable with you. Yes, I’ll be hungry! Two rounds with you, maybe more if you’re inclined, that works up an appetite!

I want something hot and filling and I don’t just mean your fingers! [chuckle] Mmm, yes, please hold me, that’s so good… You just enjoy the afterglow and let me know what you’d like to do next…

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