Cyn followed, pulling her onto her side, stroking her hands over Nettie's body--soft, silky hands that seduced and ignited her nerve-endings as they trailed along the curve of her hip, over the flesh of her thigh. Nettie's hands were at Cyn's breasts, molding and cupping as she tangled her tongue with Cyn's, mating and taking in all the foreign, yet tantalizing sensations of feminine loving.
After long moments of returning gentle touch with touch, Cyn broke the kiss and pushed her to her back on the decadent, silky cushions. Her mouth fastened onto one of Nettie's nipples and she sucked and swirled her tongue over the bud. She released the sensitive nipple and moved to the valley between her breasts, tracking a path downward.
She felt Cyn's hands gently reposition her so she was lengthwise in the huge bed, then her hands were at Nettie's thighs, coaxing them open. Her mouth trailed over her belly, teased at her navel, and moved downward to the juncture of her thighs.
"Open for me, Nettie," Cyn directed softly. "Tell me what you want. I've wanted to make love with you from the first moment I saw you on the beach. Tell me what you desire from me."
The fire of need filled her. To feel this woman tasting her, to have the tingle of her delicate tongue on her engorged lips, swirling over her clitoris, pressing deep inside her vagina.
"Inside me," she gasped. "I want to feel you inside me."
"Are you sure? I would never do anything you didn't truly want. If you want to end this, just say so. Open your eyes, look at me, and tell me what you want."
To open her eyes and look at Cyn meant acknowledging that she was being made love to by another woman. And enjoying every moment of it. Her heavy lids lifted and her gaze connected with Cyn's. The woman was poised just above her needy pussy, between her open thighs. The image was arousing and lust consumed her in a way it never had before. She reached down and threaded her fingers through Cyn's silky white locks.
"Yes, please. I want to feel your mouth on my pussy, tasting me. I want your tongue inside me. And I want to come."
Cyn's lips curved into a sensual, knowing smile. "Then that is what you shall have," and she lowered her head. Nettie felt the moist presence of her delicate tongue stroking lightly over her lips, teasing her clit, and finally burying deep inside her feminine center. As her tongue delved decadently, her long fingers stroked over her sensitive outer lips, her teeth grazed softly, and Nettie felt the fiery blaze inside her expand to consume her.
She released Cyn's hair and raised her hands to fondle her own breasts, tugging at the nipples, arching into Cyn's mouth as she lapped at her juices. Lifting her hips and widening her legs, she felt Cyn's hot, roving tongue delve deeply inside her and knew her orgasm was so very close. She gasped with shock as it broke free, sending her flying upward to touch the sky and floating back again. She arched and screamed as she felt Cyn's tongue thrust deep inside once more, sucking at her release, tasting and lapping up her juices, as shudder after shudder passed through her body. Cyn's tongue circled her labia, lapping up every drop of Antoinette's climax. Antoinette collapsed back on the bed, shuddering with the echoes of pleasure still enveloping her.
Finally, Cyn moved away from her slick thighs, and stretched out beside her on the bed. She lay her head next to Nettie's and looked into her eyes as her fingers stroked her damp locks, the side of her face, the mound of her sensitive, peaked breast. Her hand at last came to rest at the curve of her hip, and it felt pleasant and wondrous and the most right thing in the world to be there with her.
"You're beautiful, Nettie," she whispered. "Very beautiful. Do you feel inside how wonderful you are? So soft and silky. I knew you would taste extraordinary, and you did. Whoever it was that tried to steal your passion by force did not succeed. You have so much to give." Cyn nestled her head against the curve of Nettie's neck and placed a warm kiss there, as she threw her other arm across Nettie's body, pulling her close to her own silky flesh. Satisfied, fragrant passion perfumed the air around them.
Nettie tried to analyze her feelings, but couldn't wrap her mind around coherent thought. She'd never felt this kind of peaceful contentment inside. It was an amazing feeling. Usually after sex all she felt was impotent anger that her body needed the release, but ultimately she received no real, lasting pleasure from it. This was so very different. It made her want to give, not just take.
Suddenly, she raised her head and caught the silver, liquid heat of Mercury's look. He sat in a chair that appeared to be fashioned completely from shells of the sea. Her gaze dropped to note he stroked his huge, thick shaft that glistened wetly. She watched as his hand moved lazily up and down the tall stalk of manhood, the head throbbing with the aftermath of creamy release streaming down its length. Obviously he had orgasmed while watching Cyn bring her to completion. His fiery gaze seared through her, and she found her body stoking and responding to that look. Her heart contracted because he seemed so alone sitting there, knowing he had watched her being pleasured by Cyn.
Lazily, she reached out an arm and beckoned to him with her hand. She wanted to feel him beside her. She needed to have the heat of his hardness just as much as she needed the soft loving embrace of Cyn. She needed them both, just as much as she needed to meld the feminine and masculine inside herself.
As she watched, he rose and walked toward her. Cyn looked up and smiled, welcoming him to their sensual nest. He stretched out at her back and spooned around her. His large hand rested warm and firm against her hip. Yes, she liked his touch as well.
Safely tucked between them, Nettie couldn't help but smile. She'd never felt so protected, so warm, and happy. She wanted the feeling to last forever. She closed her eyes and inhaled the scents of male and female intermingling and surrounding her. She felt the hard presence of his slick cock at her back and again hazily wondered what it would feel like to have that much cock burrowing inside her still pulsing pussy.
She had enjoyed the soft, loving seduction of Cyn, but she had a need to feel a man's stiff rod thrusting inside her as well. To feel his hard hands pulling the passion from her body. But not right this second. She felt too happy, too content, and much too tired. She relaxed against the silky cushions, burrowing into the surrounding embrace of both these sensual lovers, enjoying the feeling of unaccustomed well-being as she fell into an exhausted sleep.
Chapter 6
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Slowly, she began to surface from the pleasant embrace of unconsciousness. She became aware there were hands stroking her body. She turned from her side to lie on her back and stretched luxuriously, fully embracing the feeling of well-being.
She felt hands at her breasts, one hard and hot, the other warm and silky. A balance of feeling that filled her with need. Hands moved to her legs, opening her thighs, stroking. Soft fingers teased her clit, as a hard, thick finger entered her vagina. The sensations of soft and firm...oh, God, it felt so good, milking her, pulling and thrusting, circling and teasing, driving her higher and higher. Soft lips explored her mouth. A demanding, wet tongue traced the curve of her ear.
"Oh, God," she screamed, as again she exploded into shattering pieces of pleasure. She bucked against the hands as they pulled every pleasure-pulsing sensation from her body. Finally, the fingers left her and returned to fondle her breasts. Such an explosion of feeling. She felt her heart expand inside her chest, overflowing with beautiful, rich need. Tears seeped from beneath her lids. Too much feeling collided inside her, emotions she'd kept imprisoned for so long in a deep, dark corner of her being. She felt the need to embrace them both, absorb them into herself. They were so totally giving, and she'd never been subjected to such earth-shattering pleasure as this.
"It's time to leave," Mercury whispered in her ear when she had quieted. She opened her eyes to gaze up at his dark countenance.
"Leave?" she finally found the energy to ask. God, she never wanted to leave this place.
He rose from the bed and looked down at her. "There's more to see. To experience."
She opened her eyes and
looked up at him. "More?"
His smile as he held out his hand, offered secret promise. "Oh, yes. How can you know your desire, until you've experienced the rest?"
She took his hand and rose from the bed. "How much more can there be?" Her body should be sore, unable to respond. But she rose from the bed and stood by his side. She turned her head to look at Cyn, who lay with her legs splayed open upon the bed, the glitter of desire sparkling lushly upon her thighs. She was indeed very beautiful and tempting, lying there.
"Good-bye, Nettie," she said. "It was a pleasure loving you. I hope we have a chance to meet again."
"I-I..." She stopped and gathered her scattered emotions and looked down at her. "You've taught me something about myself. I didn't know that such softness could be so very pleasant, or that sex could be gentle and arousing. I've only known hard and demanding. My whole life has been about taking. But you give so freely, so passionately. And sweetly."
"It's why you're here, Nettie," Mercury said from behind her. "Your inner heart wants to experience the warmth you've been afraid to seek. Your first lover took all your sweetness and gave you nothing in return. He should have treasured your passion, not trampled it."
She turned to look at him. Understanding began to blossom inside her. Give and take. Male and female. Soft and hard. Sex wasn't all about taking and pain and experiencing a loss of self. Power wasn't all about taking, bleeding people dry, and throwing them away. It was--
She shied away from her thoughts. There was still some pain at understanding knowledge in that direction. To think too deeply on the subject still hurt, and she shied away from the discovery in that direction. Instead, she turned to Mercury. What she did want to do was to see what else he had to show her. Suddenly, she was eager to experience more of what he had in mind. It no longer mattered if it was real or fantasy.
"Lead the way."
He took her hand and led her back the way they had come, back to the underground pool. She took a deep breath, and they dove back into the water, swam for a ways and then kicked back to the surface, coming up in the same place as before. They swam to the shore and Mercury helped her up the steps and onto dry ground. The sun was setting and there was a reddish pink streak of vibrant color along the horizon.
She heard the deep constant beat of drums in the distance. Mercury led her along another path that appeared to be guiding them closer to the loud beat of the drums. They came into yet another clearing. There were several very large, solid Tahitian-looking men with flexed, sweating muscles beating on the drums off to the right. There was a large bonfire at the heart of the clearing and two men and a woman dancing wantonly around the fire. She recognized the woman as Mya. She dipped and turned between the two huge, naked men, rubbing against them. She taunted them with her body, then swayed away. They did not follow her, but simply waited for her to return, as she did again and again.
Nettie stood to the side with Mercury, watching the tableau before them. She felt her body warming, her pussy creaming at the wanton shadows dancing in the firelight before her. She felt the driving beat of the drums vibrate throughout her body, and the tempo of her breathing increased.
The men crushed Mya between them, their stiff cocks pressed against her, grinding sweat-slickened bodies, seducing her into their passions. Nettie felt her body begin to sway to the beat, undulate with need. Suddenly, she wanted to be Mya, to know the heat of the primitive bodies rubbing against her. No, she wanted more, she wanted to feel those hot vibrations thrusting inside her.
This was different from what she'd experienced with Cyn. That was soft and slow. But now she wanted primal and deep. She felt the wildness clawing at her.
"Go to them, Nettie. They'll give you what you want." Mercury pressed a gentle but firm hand to the small of her back.
"No...I-I can't." How could she want the basic, driving lust, after the softness of Cyn? But the drumbeats vibrated through her, making her pussy pulse and grasp at nothing. The emptiness pulled at her, the need to feel the heat, the lust, the dark, lusty emotion. She found her legs carrying her to the golden blaze of the fire. As though walking through a tunnel, her gaze narrowed intensely on the three dancing figures.
Mya turned her head and saw her approach. She smiled and twirled away from the men, dancing off into the darkness, as Nettie took her place.
She felt their fierce heat, smelled their sweat and arousal, earthy need flared inside her, surrounding her. She swayed to their rhythm as they drew closer to her body, enveloping her with their primitive heat. There was nothing in her mind beyond consummation of a mating dance, old as time, driven by emotion, not thought.
She reached for the long cock of the man pressed against her breasts, rubbing his body over hers. Hot and pulsing, she wanted to feel that cock pummeling inside her cunt. She felt hands at her breasts, more hands at her buttocks, pressing the firm flesh of her cheeks, pulling them apart. Hands stroked her crease as she stroked the rigid, throbbing cock in front of her. He moved closer and the hard rod pressed insistently against her mound.
"I want you to fuck me," she growled, as she yanked him closer. He put his strong hands on her hips and lifted her. She opened her legs and lined up the cock with her drenched, needy entrance, and he pressed forward, lodging quickly inside her slick heat as she wound her legs around his thick torso. He held her motionless, when she wanted to feel the friction of the primal ride. But other hands were pressing at her ass. Fingers slid through her juices, circled her small puckered hole, then two fingers entered her ass and she gasped at the invasion. Not since the professor had anyone breached that orifice.
And then the dance began as they moved into a rhythm to match the steady drumbeat. Oh, my God, to feel them filling her, thrust and retreat, widening and stretching, over and over as the hard, hot beat of the drums slowed, steady, louder, filling her with fire as she undulated against the hot friction sliding through her vagina and her ass. Thick, dark pleasure permeated her, lust consumed every crevice of her being as the beat continued on and on. She perched at the brink, yet couldn't jump; they kept her poised at release, driving her higher and higher and higher. Until there was nothing but feeling, nothing but her soul reaching, testing its wings, needing to fly free.
Give and take. Fingers fucking her ass, the cock widening her vagina, slick with her creamy juices. She was a well-oiled machine working frantically, seamlessly, passionately at the tools priming her to climax.
She felt it surge, like a tidal wave ready to break across her body, drowning her in liquid, hot fire. Suddenly, her soul burst free as overwhelming waves shuddered through her body. Throwing back her head, she opened her mouth and screamed into the night as she came and came and came. Wildly, she arched and embraced the spasming cock and the demanding fingers inside her body as she shuddered and collapsed into their arms--her body a mass of emotion, open and accepting of everything the world could offer and wanted to give back the same.
In a haze, she felt them slowly pull from her body and other arms lifted her, carrying her boneless form away. She had been baptized by the fire of demanding lust and she felt free, totally free, for the very first time in her life. They had given only what she had asked for. They had not tried to take from her, yet she had given freely of herself in the primal mating ritual.
She slitted her eyes and looked up into Mercury's face as he knelt beside her. He had a wet cloth and was bathing her body with its cool, cleansing dampness.
She lifted a heavy hand up to touch him. "Mercury," she whispered, "come lie next to me."
"Is that what you want?"
Her body hummed with repletion, yet she felt there was still something more. "Yes, I want to feel your arms around me."
He set aside the cloth and stretched out beside her and enfolded her into his arms. She snuggled close to him.
"Did you stay and watch?" she murmured.
"Of course."
"Why haven't you fucked me? Everyone else seems to have done it."
"
My cock is a lot bigger than most. Not many women can take it easily. I don't want to hurt you. And besides this is about what you want. What you need."
She liked the feel of him against her. "I think I want to fuck you, Mercury," she whispered against his chest.
"Not tonight," he said as he stroked her back. "Rest."
"Did you like watching me being fucked by those men?"
"Yes. Watching you accept the pleasure they offered was a beautiful sight. You are beautiful, and you were so responsive, so uninhibited, I couldn't help but respond."
She reached down between them to touch his hard, thick prick. "Does it ever soften, Mercury? I've never seen it soft since I've been here."
"No, I'm a daimon, or half-daimon, so it's larger than mortal men's and never softens completely."
Her hand stroked its silky hot length, felt liquid ooze from the slit, and spread it across the massive head. "I want to feel it stretching me open, and I want to feel your daimon's cock climaxing inside me," she murmured dreamily.
He stroked her hair. "Sleep, Nettie. Tomorrow. We'll talk about it tomorrow."
Chapter 7
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Nettie stretched and rolled onto her back. Opening her eyes, she noted it was daylight. She reached out for the spot next to her, but no one was there. Rising to her feet, she looked around. There was no one else in sight and the bonfire was now just a pile of smoldering ashes.
She saw a path to her left and decided to follow it. After finding a private spot to deal with necessary morning ritual, she walked along the beaten path, thinking of all she'd experienced in such a short period of time. It felt like radiant heat encompassing her inside, warm and embracing. She now knew that in those years since college she had been running as far and as fast as she could, trying to outdistance the fear.
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