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In the flames of night…
Every story has a beginning, he had been told a long time ago, and he’d argued that point strongly – saying it wasn’t always the case. Looking back he wasn’t sure if the argument was from a moral high ground or simply the teens desire to have the teacher lean forward as she always did on such occasions – for him to gaze enraptured at the dark shadows formed by straining middle aged breasts as the so familiar musk of violets and sweat tore at his senses. She was old – but her body hinted at mystery and unrequited passion as she laboured in his instruction, and he in his obsession for all and any part of her femininity to be exposed – if just for a heart beat.
Now, as he sat opposite the two women he found himself musing at where those thoughts had risen from, unbidden but even now the source of a rush of blood to his cock. Surely his attention should have been firmly focussed on his companions – but then again the mind is a multi talented organ, and from deep within come memories and inspiration to fan all sorts of desire and recrimination. Still he thought, from his early fumbling he had become so much more than he would ever have contemplated in those halcyon days of youth.
The woman glanced nervously at each other, unsure of his thoughts, alive to why they were here, but uncertain as to where they might end this night. Both young, and to the eyes of many who gazed lustily in their direction – sensually pretty. True, life had dealt them a few blows – and left bodies showing the signs of the battle – but they had come through as women – and with that came the allure and fascination that ruled his world.
He caught sight of a stocking top as one of the woman caught his gaze, saw his naked intent, and shifted her legs – to show or hide he knew not – but ultimately it did not matter. She simply parted her legs and smiled – aware of his attention – and suddenly finding a heat in her body that beat a steady path to the centre of her womanhood. She was glad he has insisted on no knickers – the wet secretions already forming making her only too aware of her own mounting desires.
She didn’t know the woman sitting next to her – didn’t care… She had tiny breasts – and such buds always had her palms sweaty and her cunt itching for the hard tips of a breast pushed hard against her clit. She had dallied in a lesbian relationship – in fact had left husband and child in her search of fulfilment – but that too had not been sufficient – and she had swam against a tide of frustration and longing for years before finding him. He could be a bastard – weren’t all men when it came to feelings or emotions – saw it as weakness or some other macho crap – but he had an inner purpose, a resolve, a drive that fixated her and left her as soft clay in his grip. He only had to say – and she complied – not out of fear, and not out of lust either – simply because she knew it would be worth whatever pain or discomfort to share a few hours in his control.
The other woman, a thin dark haired and shy soul was shamelessly alive to what was about to happen. She wanted her partner to push her back, force open her legs and shove her tongue on her burning cunt. Her heart thumped her rib cage, alerting all in the room to her own depravity – or so she thought.
When would it start – when would they deliver what they had promised – what she craved? The room was ready, the things she saw told her they were ready – so what were they waiting for? Who would make the first move – and would they for fucks sake get a move on. But she knew that this anticipation only added to the thrills and delights of what was to come – so she bit her lip, drew blood – and waited…
He nodded to the blonde who leaned over the dark haired girl and slowly began to unfasten her blouse – her own lips parting, excited by the unveiling of the pale flesh and the promise of things to come. Her head dropped to the pert nipples and she teased the bud into her mouth – sinking her teeth into its yielding hardness – the girl yelped and pulled the blondes head tighter – pushing her legs wide – inviting anything that might follow. He marvelled at the legs that drew his eyes to the dark vee of her cunt – and even he recognised her obvious excitement – the slick sticky dew hanging off lips puffed and full in her ecstasy and excitement.
Slowly – surely - the blonde undressed the girl – only pausing to lick here or kiss a freshly exposed area that gave itself freely to her control. Her own cunt burned hot, its need a constant reminder of why she was here. The stockings – black and freshly purchased, cut deep into the flesh just below her own pussy lips – and she felt no shame as she moved her hand to rub the place she needed rubbing. Her fingers slipped in easily, one, two, three – room for more she thought – taking out the fingers to rub across the girls face – shove hard into her open mouth. The touch of her tongue was electric – and she prayed for his release – his affirmation of her using the girl as her mind craved.
He had opened his robe, and sat legs wide, rubbing a cock hardened by the sheer sensuality of what he saw. He pulled back the foreskin slowly – aware of the first drips of cum oozing from the dark gash in the purple, bloated crown of his cock. He touched the milky white stickiness to his own lips and snaked a moist tongue to savour the salty stickiness of his own excitement. Watching the girls has raised the need to touch – to share – and picking up the clear glass dildo he moved quickly to the sofa – bringing his face close to the open legs of the dark haired girl – Rita – he dragged from a less involved part of his mind.
He gestured to the blonde and the two of them guided Rita to the table – and naked laid her across its warm pock mocked and waxed length. Straps appeared from its recesses and were clasped firmly – stretching body into an extreme contortion – a vulnerable altar for the acts they wished to enact on the oh so willing flesh.
He knelt between her thighs and moved the dildo to the puffed lips and gently ran its cool tips back and forth along the length of the slit – marvelling at the sticky strands of cum juice that stretched web like as he moved the object back and forth. Mean while the blonde had abandoned decency and detachment and had pulled up her skirt and lowered her wet dripping cunt onto the girls upturned face – moaning in delight as the tongue flicked up and into her own steamy cunt….
The dildo in his grasp seemed to have a life of its own – and slid along the wet cunt lips as if driven. Hot and sticky it moved towards the girl’s asshole – a deep rich pink - and eased by its own wetness - simply slid inside.
A little resistance – a muffled groan and the entire shaft lay embedded in the hole – held in the clasp of the virgin orifice. Pulling out a strap and lock he fastened the dildo in place and moved his attention back to the gaping cunt – so aware of the heady musk of cunt juice urging him on.
Reaching down he found the candles – and one by one – introduced them into the sweet blackness of her cunt – gently teasing lips in an effort to push yet another inside. He stopped at six – thought about more – then resigned himself to following that track later. He reached up to the blonde and ripped off her blouse – unveiling breasts already clamped for the weights they knew he would be hanging. God she was a slut – but magnificent with it. Wanton, depraved, open to all and anything, and the things they’d done – his mind flew on flashes of perversity and orgasm. The blonde reacted violently to his touch – thrusting her cunt harder into the face of the tied girl.
Standing, he picked up the crop he had made especially – and brought it down hard on the inner thigh of the tied girl – if she cried out it was lost in the depths of the cunt that rubbed back and forth along her face. Certainly she reacted – pulled hard against the restraints – but her reaction subsided as quickly as it had surfaced – only to return anew with the next swish of the crop. He watched the flesh ripple – small motions like a stones ripples on a pond – the flesh carrying the sting to nerves already aflame to the things being done to the body.
Pulling out the candles he roughly pushed a finger into her cunt – and as the hot wetness took it – he quickly added another, and another until four fingers struggled for admittance against straining hole. She felt tight – and she squirmed against the intrusion – and she pushed against the hand now – the hand he’d almost folded to gain access into her soaking cunt. When the entrance came it just happened – a tight nip, and then a feeling of total release as the hand disappeared to the wrist. Her cunt looked inflamed – red – angry – but the lips seemed to caress his wrist – and the tidemark of her cunt juice seemed to affirm her acceptance of the intruder.
Inside, his fingers explored slowly - cervix, a small hole that opened to his little finger, the area beyond, and in front, the G spot – a place of myth and fantasy – or a place of indescribable sensation. Stroking firmly his fingers probed the area just behind her bladder, and in the passing of a heartbeat had the desired effect as she squirted – an involuntary reaction that surprised both him and the girl. The fluid was thin, hot and viscous, not quite piss, but not the normal secretions of a woman’s sex.
As he pulled out his hand he drew the blondes head down to the vacated gash and rubbed her face into the wetness spreading across the table. Her eyes looked transfixed, and her tongue flicked out, adder like, to taste the very air surrounding the liquid. Then, unbidden, her head dropped closer and her tongue slid along the liquid – skating like a water-skier across its surface. He took the crop and began beating the blondes back – hard flicking strokes that broke the skin – drawing angry lines in the pale flesh. He tutted as he saw flecks of blood – cursed his lack of skill – but continued his staccato beating until the tears fell from her eyes – and she slumped against the wet cunt she had nestled into for comfort.
Rita meanwhile had been licking the blondes’ asshole – slipping her tongue into the yielding flesh – excited by the aroma – and alive to the tantalising taste of body sweat and cunt juice mixed on this new platter. The heat of the pink hole only adding to the sense of debauchery attached to the act. It tasted good, and the blonde’s reaction told her it felt good. Even when the drops of blood that flew from the crop fell she didn’t stop – the sweet bitterly copper taste only adding zest to the meal – to the taste of the forbidden.
He entered the blonde quickly – sliding the hard shaft of his cock into her ass as Rita licked the hole. Rita dropped her mouth and licked at his balls as he sank the entire length of his cock into the gently yielding ass hole. And slowly he moved in and out – as the fire in his balls raced ever closer to the explosion that would see lava falls of hot cum shooting into the blondes hole and falling onto Rita’s face.
The moment, when it came, was an excruciating delight – and as his legs sagged in the aftermath – he withdrew suddenly – looking down at the rapidly closing hole extruding rivulets of white spunk that slowly followed the contours of the blondes cunt lips – before being devoured and consumed by Rita’s questing mouth.
Sated, he moved to the chair he had prepared and lowered his bare sweaty arse onto the cool sticky seat. He watched avidly, fascinated, as the blonde stood up and let the cum from her ass fall onto Rita’s tits – he could almost see her squeeze it out.
The blonde then moved between the bound girls’ thighs and began to lick – not the gentle teasing licks he had expected – no – these were strong insistent and penetrating licks as her tongue sunk deep into the exposed cunt spread wide before her. Her hand moved higher – and it disappeared into the slit so ready for it – and it moved back and forth – almost getting lost in the shadow to then reappear from the depths slaked in hot sticky dew that glistened in the light. Rita was begging for release – screaming for more – straining against bonds that bit deep into frail skin.
When it came she screamed and locked all her body before slumping onto the table – she cooed quietly to herself as the blonde removed her arm – sticky to the wrist – and touched her lips to the wetness. His cock twitched as she fingered the same hand to her own ass and rubbed at the sticky trail dripping to the floor – and then added that sweet residue to her tongue. Smiling wantonly she picked up the speculum and inserted them, into her cunt – and then the girls – and began to stretch the flesh wide – grimacing at the pressure – excited by the pain.
Finally – when all was set – she knelt over the girl – cunt to cunt – tongue to tongue – and awaited his pleasure, his touch or his beating.
In the final analysis she cared not which – all she craved was release – and the instrument of that release mattered little. And he, he knew where his next pleasure lay, and inspired by the nakedness of his partners, the sticky smell of their pleasure, and his own rapidly rising cock – he moved towards them… They saw him coming, and buttocks prepared for pain, torn skin stiffened and drew taught in anticipation. As he reached into the shadows just outside of their gaze they sighed, and the blonde eased the stretched cunt gently down onto her friends bush.
He had many plans for this pair that evening – and would use them both mercilessly – without anger – and without fear of consequence. True – he cared greatly for both, enjoyed the soft embrace and kisses they so often shared – but at this moment the lust was upon them all – and he knew that they expected no mercy – only the limits of his imagination, and the kiss of rope, whip and cane. He marvelled at their acceptance – and thanked whatever gods of debauchery that had brought him to this place. Certainly at this point of time the feeble fumbling of his teenage years was forgotten in the consummate heat that spread like an inferno in his loins.
He spared but one thought – the germ of an idea of a fantasy of a dream – that somehow the object of his childhood lust – aged and rubinesque tits bared to his touch his tongue and his sexuality – was one of the women so readily waiting for the pain and pleasure – the flames of the night…
Now reader – if the chance happened your way – what flames might you ignite – what past desire rise from the ashes of fantasy and your memories might you indulge? I have many to call upon – and even now feel the blood rush to fill my rising cock. Do your memories have your cunt getting wet, your nipples or cock hardening in anticipation of what might have been?
Imagine, and settle back and touch those places that give you the greatest pleasure – for now you are able to do all and anything your heart would desire – and if the spirit moves you – follow it to the place where nothing is wrong – and sweat and imagination let you know you are truly alive.
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