Southern Nights

Southern Nights 13. – Southern Nights.

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“I really don’t know how many times I’ve used the word ‘amazing’ since I came down here,” Angela smiled as they stepped out of their rental car and looked at their home for the upcoming evening and night. All three of them wailed in girlish excitement over the style and elegance of the bungalow in front of them. “I just couldn’t help it, you know,” Angela told them excitedly as the warm breeze playfully ruffled her fair locks, “when I saw the sunset out at the ocean that first night, I decided I just had to find a place up here with the best possible view to enjoy it to the fullest once again.” She waved her hand towards the elegant house as she shut the car door and threw her handbag over the shoulder. “I simply asked at the reception last night, and they immediately told me that for what I wanted, this was the place. The place indeed! So I took the liberty of booking it for tonight – without even asking you.” The last passage she told them looking coyly over the rim of her mighty sunglasses. “Hope it’s okay with you…”

Her two companions nodded in unison in response to her seemingly innocent inquiry, knowing perfectly well that this was a prevalent case closed as far as Angela was concerned. And they didn’t mind a bit with the beauty of the scenery completely mesmerizing them as they strolled through the spacious and well-gardened compound.

Right in front of the bungalow, behind a high and protection-providing hedge, there was a broad terrace, built from huge stone tiles or rather flags that formed an artistic texture of sun-baked mosaic surrounded by an even more artistically forged black iron rail with a shiny brown oak handrail on top of it.

In the front, facing right westwards, was an opening with a stair down to a lower balcony down at the outer cliff. This left a completely open view to the magnificence of the sunset whenever the weather allowed for it. Like this glorious evening. The sun was already low, and the worst heat was gradually loosing its merciless grip as the three of them walked through the cool interior of the bungalow and out to the terrace. Sure enough the flagstone floor was still too hot to walk without sandals, but that was going to change fairly quickly once the ever-present breeze got the better of the intensely baking heat of the sunshine.

“Exactly as perfect as I was told,” Angela mused as she drew in the fresh ocean air in a long and deep sigh that made her tits bulge under her thin yellow blouse. “Just perfect for our purpose, don’t you think?” The question was followed by her characteristic girlish giggle. Mary joined in and for a moment both ladies faced Linda with lustful eyes, sending intense vibes of dominant craving like glowing arrows through the air, right into the core of the girl’s passion-engorged soul. Confronted once again with all this overwhelming strength and beauty Linda felt an urge to drop to her knees and start worshipping their feet right there and then. Instead she straightened her back to pull herself together and returned her most beaming smile, letting her tongue run coquetry along her lower lip to underscore her exultant consent. Immediately Mary reached out and pulled her in to her fiery bosom in a warm and loving hug, filling her lungs with the smell of the dark, girlish hair right under her nose.

“You are just completely wonderful,” she sighed, burying her nose deeper into the youngster’s sleek hair. “Just fuckin’ incredible.” The last part was said in an almost inaudible wisp, more to herself than anyone else. As she felt the girl’s hands slip along her back down low, grouping the globes of her butt exactly the way she did when she tongued her pleasure-craving slit, the itch in her crotch caught fire with such intensity she had to mobilize all her strength not to push the girl down to her knees right there on the spot. There would be a time for that, definitely, but not until things were in perfect order around them. And she was still quite curious to see what Angie had in mind for this sunset thing of hers. Oh yes; rushing things was the deadliest sins of all at moments like these.

A strong draft from below made their locks fly. Mary lifted her head to admire the view once again. From the end of the lower terrace, behind the rail, there was a 10 – 15 feet of relatively rocky surface out to the edge where the cliffs seemed to dive at least some three hundred feet right into the ocean below.

This left them with a panorama that was completely breathtaking and almost a little frightening at the same time. They had the enormous arch of the ocean on three sides, the full scenery only interrupted by some low trees hanging on to some green spots out along the edge of the cliff.

Mary discovered she had been hugging Linda harder and harder, almost like she was afraid to be sucked out over the edge and into the abyss. With a deep sigh she let go and had the girl turn around in her arms to be able to admire the awesome view together with her. The horizon ran like a blue-greyish line that seemed to slice the endless vastness into heaven and ocean by some inexplicable force and let each part fade off deep into a kind of… indolent incessancy.

Again there was this unfathomable humming tone somewhere deep inside her chest – or was it the air? – that enigmatic sound that seemed to draw its power from the incomprehensible immensity of glittering ocean out there. The deepest bass imaginable, voicing to all humankind an eternal warning of nature’s boundless powers; listening or not. Reminding them both of the open-hearted gift of marvellous evenings like these, and the untameable ferocity of its un-released powers, just as it had done with the looming profiles of the distant sleeping beast way out there in the infinitely vast blue of the ocean.

Up here though the profile of Maracalor could hardly be seen far out towards the west. And as the sun descended, its contours were totally erased by the intensity and glittering reflections of the reddening light. Anne noticed another island far out to the south, one with a similar profile as that of Maracalor; probably also of volcanic origin then. A cold trickle of fear ran down her spine as she contemplated the fact that the whole area – including the cliffs they were standing on – actually may be a part of the same dormant power that so perceptibly displayed its might through the profiles of those fearsome islands out there. Maybe the beast could in fact try to grasp at her all the way up here if they wouldn’t show the proper respect and awe that the whole scenery persistently demanded? She shrugged in Mary’s arms as she tried to shake the silly notion off and turn her mind back to the immense beauty of it all. That was what they were here for after all. To admire beauty. The beauty of mother nature, and… the beauty of an almost overwhelming female aura. A mother nature in an entirely different – but just as awesome – way. Her mind flashed from unease to passion in an abrupt mental swerve, aided by the feeling of Mary’s bulging tits pressing at her back through the fabric of her thin, red blouse. Her lady still had her arms wrapped lovingly around her, as though she would be protecting her from her own apprehensive thoughts as Linda kept staring open-mouthed at the beautiful scenery around them.

“You two enjoy yourself for a moment and I’ll go prepare the chairs,” Angela smiled as she turned around and disappeared inside. A moment later they could hear her rumbling around with the furniture, and they hastily broke up to assist her. In no time at all a table, a huge parasol and two very comfy chairs were put up on the lower terrace, and Linda was right in to fix them some refreshing orange juice drinks from the well-equipped fridge. She had to smile as she returned out to find here two mistresses stark naked and comfortably seated in the shadow of the parasol, facing the glittering ocean, clearly awaiting her service as the most natural thing of this world. The view itself, along with the knowledge of their unmistakable expectations, was enough to feed the girl’s incorrigible submissive fire, as usual, and she had to stop and take a deep breath before she proceeded up to hand them the ice-cold drinks.

They took them with broad smiles, waving for her to sit down on the hard stone floor in front of their chairs. The lack of comfort for her was entirely on purpose, of course, underscoring the comprehensiveness of the very submissive role – definitely close to that of a slave girl – she was inevitably slipping into, almost as by its own force of gravity.

“It’s just incredibly wonderful to be warm and naked with the panorama of such an incredible sunset. Simply the best feeling ever,” Angela sighed as she removed her back hair clips and let her golden blond locks flow all over the neck of the chair before her head sank back gracefully. Her nipples protruded stiffly, revealing her almost ubiquitous state of arousal as she peeked down at Linda sitting obediently on her haunches in front of her. With a big smile on her lips the girl let her eyes wander between pussy, tits and face as she used the tip of her tongue to tease the woman to new heights of sexual yarning. They all loved this game immensely, sometimes stretching it all out into a lengthy, electrifying foreplay of shuddering enticement, leaving an almost liquidised craving for all those sweet things to come.

“You look like a real angel sitting in front of me like this,” Angela sighed. “An Angel sent to bring joy to all mankind… or rather womankind… or rather… especially to me!” She smiled broadly as she let her legs slip graciously further apart, revealing the full treasures of her sex to the youngster’s ardent stare. Her finger came down to caress the girl’s chin and dark locks as she prepared for yet another bout of almost unimaginable pleasure.

“Now I would like us to fulfil this one great fantasy of mine… my most favourite dream of all time, something that to me would be the most romantic thing.” She laughed coyly before she continued. “The most romantic thing in my world, of course!”

She took a deep sip of her drink.

“It will be a work of immense precision,” she continued in the same almost mocking voice, “demanding the highest coordination skills from both of us.”

She could notice the glimpse of curiosity in the gorgeous eyes as she spoke, even though there couldn’t be much doubt about the essence of the girl’s imminent task.

“I’ve always loved sunsets like these… all my life. The colours and the sparkling glow. Just like now.” She waved her hand out towards the ocean in an elegant swing that made her tits wobble delightfully. “And I’d like this one to be the most special of all.” She cleared her throat and locked the girl’s eye’s firmly with her own. “Exactly the moment the last slice of sun disc slips under the horizon... I want to… cum in your mouth! And I’d like it to be my best cum yet… the best cum ever!”

The girl’s eyes immediately beamed with appreciation and joy. “Yessss Angela… I’ll make sure it will be the best one ever. I’ll do my very best!” Her young body shuddered lightly as she spoke.

“I know you will. I wouldn’t doubt that for a second.” Angela sighed as she eased herself a bit further down in her chair, spreading a bit more to the dark head that slowly started its descend down to her centre of pleasure.

“For this to work, you need to use your tongue in a very regular and rhythmic way, allowing me – and you – to coordinate the build-up with the setting of the sun. Not a single slip or irregularity… you understand?”

“Yes – Yes I do!”

“Just a regular rhythm…”

“Yes.”

“Good girl…”

Angela put her voluminous glasses back onto her nose and sighed deeply as sweet red lips and hot, horny pussy met in a languid embrace of soft, but yet very untamed passion, a passion bound to crack off like a fireball of heavenly sensations once that well-trained tongue set to work for real.

And it did its magic tricks more precisely than ever before, having Angela moaning and writhing on her chair in a matter of minutes. The lady got exactly what she had asked for. Linda found a perfect, slow rhythm of flicks back and forth along the underside of her clitoral base, stretching from the urethra all the way almost up to the red-engorged knob, leaving off right under the over-sensitive tip.

With this kind of regular stimulation - hard work even for the most well practiced and enduring tongue - Angela knew Linda would get tired in a matter of minutes, so this would be the ultimate test of the girl’s resilience and real determination to please. A decisive demonstration of devotion and exceptional endurance. She estimated it to be some ten minutes yet before they would reach that magic point in time – at least.

With Mary watching more and more breathlessly from the other side of the little white table, the two ecstatic bodies writhed in lazy waves along the entire scale of intense bodily pleasures as more and more of the glowing red disc got engulfed by the led-grey arch of vast ocean endlessness. Angela seemed to control her pleasure build by her breathing - almost like in labour - gasping and hissing as she ravenously consumed the pleasure burning intensely throughout her body with seemingly insatiable energy. Again Mary got the impression that the two of them had a unity of lovemaking that made it all look like they had done absolutely nothing else but exactly this for the better part of their lives. To Mary Angela had it all so natural in some peculiar way. Even though Angie and Linda never had the time to melt into a unity of love – her favorite way of thinking of it - like she felt the girl had done with herself, it still was like they had been lovers for years. To Linda Angie simply was a natural - the natural. Her movement so clearly telling the wildly excited girl what was expected and how she wanted it, pointing up the best sensations by sighs, moans and even some petite adjustments by a gentle but persistent hand, never leaving any doubts about where she had her, and what she should do to keep here on the right level of boil for any suitable occasion… or any suitable length of time.

Linda felt her tongue getting a bit raw, and her throat muscle slowly getting tired from the vigorous labour required from its rhythmically sweeping and protruding rhythm. Only the most strength-consuming thrusts made Angie shudder lightly with lust the way she wanted, and as soon as she tried softening her intensity just a tiny bit, she felt the demanding body kind of coming after her to force her stimulation back to full effort. Absolutely not a single moment of ease with this relentless lady!

Resolutely she literarily threw herself back in with all her strength, living entirely by the moment, desperately determined to keep up all her very best effort for as long as it would ever take, pushing the nightmare-like thoughts of a possible collapse far back into the lowest shelves of her fevered mind. Surely she had to be able to bring this woman what she craved, even if it would cost her the very last tremor of energy? She just couldn’t fail them now, not after such a long time of successful service, could she? No chance. Over her dead body! They were going to learn that nothing could break her devotion to give her uppermost at any time. Absolutely any time! And they were going to learn it the hard way. Her hard way! As to underscore her determination, she collected everything she got to bring on a thrust that made Angie gasp hoarsely. Then she continued her rhythmical assault, feeling her jaws and throat muscles starting to burn lightly from their growing exhaustion.

“My oh my, what a lovely view,” Angela murmured, more to herself than her two friends.

The horizon was a myriad of colours, glowing and fluttering in a soundless crescendo of incomprehensive immensity, as to show off its very best panorama just for the little well-coordinated team up there on the cliff. And the ocean reflected it all with a sparkling generosity that lifted it to a monumental symphony of silent, wispy art. The warm draught that every now and then came up to caress their cheek and even lightly ruffle their locks made it all almost tangible in its terrific stateliness, as if to incessantly remind them how very close mother nature was even on a distant spot and in intimate moments like these.

Smiling joyfully towards the magnificent scenery Angela stretched her limbs almost ecstatically as glowing ripples of sparkling jolts shot up and down throughout her body. The heat was creeping in on her like a wild cat ready to strike, and she had to take several deep breaths to control her body as the rhythmic tongue thrusts threatened to tip her over the edge much too soon.

Just a few more minutes, and she could just squeeze her head back and give herself over to the rapture of the impending orgasm.

Linda sensed her mistress’ mounting heat, and concentrated all her effort into the final stages of her service, more determined than ever to break her beautiful lady before she ran out of strength herself. Mary could see a new and different glow in those beautiful blue eyes down there; an almost self-destructive resolve to serve, making the girl’s body tremble and strain in tensed agony as she kept up her rhythm with relentless gusto. Her tendons tightened like ropes around her neck as her jaws worked, and Angela’s body started jerking and shuddering as the determined stimulation started to overwhelm her. At one point she grabbed the armrests of her chair with shaky hands, her knuckles whitening strenuously as her grip tightened in an indomitable effort to control her treacherous body the last minute she needed for the perfect ecstasy to burst.

As the sunset approached its spectacular finale, the lovemaking intensified conspicuously, making both bodies shudder and writhe even harder in and exquisite mixture of passion and exhaustion. Linda’s jaws were sore and her tongue completely raw. But she felt the effect she brought on, and nothing on this planet could derail her from the task of bringing this beautiful woman exactly the pleasure she craved.

And the tongue worked exactly the way it should, its rhythmic predictability allowing Angela exactly the bodily control she needed for the challenging coordination. She felt her entire abdomen kind of dissolving into a glowing lava flow of burning fury around that miraculous tongue, and she could cry out in abandoned bliss from the sheer knowledge that with the way this magnificent youngster played out her talents, she could control her orgasm down to the very core of her soul and beyond, topping anything she had ever experienced before in her life.

Exactly the moment the last slice of glowing red shrank into a glimmering dot and then disappeared with a last little winkle under the steel- grey horizon, Angela gave way and let her belly melt into a flaming inferno, allowing the fort-breaking orgasm to kind of grow out of the grasp around the rhythmically intrusive tongue. Her body tightened up and then stiffened and she let out a long and guttural groan as her body floated freely by its own unremitting drive. As the magnificent eruption mounted to its heart-bursting peak, she shrieked wildly and shot a tiny but still sharp and well-defined squirt of pure liquidized passion right into Linda’s eagerly working moth. The orgasm was raw but controlled; perfectly in line with the heart-warming experience of romance and awe she had been feeling facing the spellbinding scene of sheer indefinite magnitude and beauty. Linda followed her easily, tonguing and lip-rubbing the clitoral shaft with rhythmic twirls as her lady shook through her ecstasy in a frenzy of gasps and hisses, desperately holding on to the armrests of her chair to stay in ideal position for the expert stimulations of her adorable little slave girl. Linda noticed she didn’t grab her head and grind her pussy all over her mouth as she normally did, and tried to give her the effect of it by an extra intensive flicking of the throbbing clit as a last little squirt signalled the culmination of her mistress’ terrific eruption.

As it passed over, the lady’s body gradually relaxed and she fell back powerlessly; totally spent and unable to move a single muscle in her body. Linda followed along gently, determined to give her the best let-down lick ever provided as she lovingly let her tongue caress the pink inside over the cum-soaked vaginal entrance. Angela lay like that for a while, completely still, using all her senses to absorb all the beauty and comfort surrounding her – and laying open and available for the pleasures the little darling right in front of her continued to bestow on her; now in a perfectly tuned low-key stimulus that served to affectionately accompany her down the heart-warmingly slow descent into an airy featherbed of perfectly harmonized afterglow.

The girl worked patiently for a little while, sensing the post-orgasmic tension and contractions deep inside the body surrounding her face gradually give way and being replaced by a pliant softness and harmony that fuelled her totally insatiable attraction to this treasure of feminine lavishness. Oh how she could pleasure these wonderful women. To the end of times, and way beyond that! Way beyond.

As she looked up to meet her mistress’ eyes, Linda could see this beautiful expression of recognition and gratitude that kept making her heart feel like bursting with pride and satisfaction every time they made love together. She had done well, and her lady had had a great time, that was all that mattered. Their lovemaking and her mistress’ orgasm had been a part of a higher experience of beauty and romance, just as she had wanted it to be - and expected it to be - and she knew there was nothing else in this world she would like to do but make absolutely sure that they would be able to enjoy such thrills from her worshipping lips as often as possible the rest of their life. With love and affection burning in her chest she continued licking the heavy pussy lips with soft, silky strokes, letting her finger slide lovingly along the peachy skin of thighs and buttocks in humble worship as she went along.

Linda had no idea how long they lay like this until Angela finally sighed and reached out to have another sip from her drink. Her body had a warm glow about it that felt almost like a scalding ray against the girl’s cheeks and shoulder as she lounged between her thighs, patiently nursing her through her incessant states of blissful lassitude. All until her mistress sighed deeply in a joyous mixture of exhaustion and gratitude.

“Oh Linda… if you keep doing that, you’d have to do me again. You – you… I can never get enough of your mouth… never…” A tiny contraction of her upper lip revealed a new dribble of pleasure trickling through her body. “I thought you should go to Mary first… but now I really don’t know…”

Another convulsion rippled through her belly and made her pubic bone bounce against Linda’s nose.

With a teasing smile she glanced over to her friend at the other chair, making an excusive wink with her free hand before she sank back in her chair with a trembling sigh.

Soon the two of them were engaged in another intensive coupling, sighing and groaning in intense pleasure as they drifted away on a fluffy cloud of heavenly feelings.

“That’s it girl… right there… A little harder just there…”

The vibrant heat from her mistress’ thighs transferred into a raging blaze in Linda’s own lust-engorged body. The woman’s heated instructions – selfish and compassionate at the same time – drove her almost insane with submissive lust. The numb exhaustion from a minute back was completely gone, and she went after the pleasure-driven directions with renewed energy. Her own passion had risen to unimaginable levels from the first bout, and it poured through her mind and limbs like electric waves, pulsing with the rhythm of her heart as she lost herself in the overwhelming femininity surrounding and almost consuming her in its drive for the ultimate pleasure. She had no intention on bringing on her own relief in a long time yet. All it would take was a little tweak with two fingers – just something firm to come against - and she would be off in a starburst explosion any time she wanted. But that wasn’t until she absolutely couldn’t take it any more.

“Oooohhh… that’s my baby…”

Another twitch of the abdominal muscles made the pubic bone bounce at her nose once again, and for a split second she was knocked out of position. Immediately hands came down to grasp her head with sharp nails and squeeze her back in again where her effort was needed. She came along with a deep tongue penetration that made the hands shudder in their grip on her head as a strained groan of momentary lament sounded over her. Then the woman took some deep breaths.

“You know… now we can just let it go as we please… no coordination to limit our pleasure… ooooohhhh!”

This was going to be a quick one indeed. The thighs started trembling along her cheeks; small ripples shaking along the full length until the knees rattled along the armrests almost out of control. The grasp on Linda’s head got harder and more painful, and she could feel tears of pain filling her eyes as she set in the final assault to bring on the explosion she so desperately desired.

Mary knew they had a secret understanding that this sunset thing should be her friend’s scope first of all, since she had had all the expenses for this luxurious place. And it was – as she had said – definitely a realization of a long time dream of hers, one which Mary had no intention of disturbing by pushing too hard for her share of the action.

Still it was quite hard to be patient as she felt the itch in her own pussy grow into a raging fireball of voracious desire by the sight of the two lovers enjoying their perfectly tuned play. She had to use all her strength to keep her hand away from her crotch as the scene continued to unfold. Oh no; no fooling around with an irresolute finger. That zone was for her little girl’s sweet mouth only. The only right place for it to go!

Her incredibly wicked mind almost got her off without a single touch as a numbing flush of heat rushed through her. And the fact that Angie suddenly cramped up and had her second mind-skewing orgasm into that same, incredible wonderful mouth had her shake completely out of control as she struggled to avoid tipping over the edge and spin all along with them into the abyss of senseless ecstasy.

From her seat Mary could se her friend hanging on with both hands to the dark head, this time grinding her pussy mercilessly all over the beautiful face as she stretched her neck to howl out her ecstasy like some wild animal. The scene went on for a small eternity as the two sweating bodies trashed all over the creaking chair in total rapture, oblivious to anything but the raging fire of ecstasy racing through them. Then her dear friend finally started relaxing and slumped back like a chunk of strawberry jelly, panting wildly in an effort to catch up on her oxygen after her blatant vocal tribute.

She lay like that for a little while, letting the young angel take her gently and lovingly down into sweet post-orgasmic lassitude with feather-light tongue strokes along the inner walls of her leaking vagina. Then, suddenly, she turned her head and looked directly over at Mary. Not a word was needed to express their feelings as their eyes met. The eyes said it all. Mary blew her a light kiss to underline how happy she was on her old friend’s behalf. How glad she was that she could give her an experience like this. As the warmth of this different love of friendship and compassion filled her chest she reached out with her hand to grab that of her friend. Angie took it with grace and lifted it to her lips to kiss the back of her hand. “Thank you Mary,” she whispered, almost inaudible, her lips twitching lightly from the sensations brought on by the still gently working tongue.

Down between the damp thighs Linda concentrated on her work, far too busy to listen in on the light whispers above. For once she was much more occupied with her own feelings. Not from any urges to consider her own needs, but rather because of a sudden dizziness that had come over her after the last violent trashing between Angela’s legs. Her jaws were hurting once again, even more now, and her tongue was so raw it was almost numb from all the hard work. Still that was something she knew she could cope with if she only had at least a little bit of rest in between bouts. But the dizziness was worrying because it felt like growing, and even spreading as a faint discomfort in her abdomen. Hopefully she wasn’t going to pass out or something?

It came over her eyes, like a swarm of small black dots all over her inner vision, and she felt an intense desire to shake her head. All she could do was blink her eyes though, staying dutifully in position to nurse the beautiful woman over her through the different nuances of post-orgasmic sensations.

Then her service was suddenly up as she noticed her lady turn over at her friend in need at the other side of the table. With a big smile she turned back and looked down at Linda.

“”Hurry over and give her a quick suck-off, will you? And then come back immediately, you hear? I’ll be waiting VERY impatiently.”

Mary had to laugh at the ardour of her friend’s urge. Gone was her usual cool prevalence, spiritedly replaced by an almost childish impetuosity that revealed the intensity with which this whole experience had gotten to her. “Well I thought I should never get the honour’” she smiled back, daintily opening her gracious legs to accommodate the dark head that immediately came hustling around and up to her.

Linda had used the opportunity to take some deep breaths and shake her head to clear her vision. As she crawled over on all four she also let her head down low enough for her hair to brush against the rocky floor as she moved. All this helped to clear her mind a bit, at least enough to resuscitate some of the dormant passion that always drove her to serve the way she loved most of all. Surely, by loosing herself fully in the depths of her self-imposed duties, she would recover fully and throw herself into it with her usual gusto, no question about that? What would be more tragic than to have to serve without passion?

But then she was welcomed by the most mouth-watering sight as her gracious lady opened up fully to lay everything bare for her in a gesture of the sweetest cordial love and compassion, the way only her own beloved mistress could do it. In a flash all discomfort was gone, and she felt a glowing surge of heat shoot through her body as the passion recaptured her heart and soul with a force almost brutal enough to take her breath away.

Mary’s sex was a rosy revelation of swollen pussy heat, with glistening lips anxiously yielding and closing in pouty kisses, joyfully stretching a full labia to show off confined glimmers of the incredibly pink interior. Anne immediately had to control herself not to dive in and devour the leaking hole like some starving beast. She could see shiny strands of sticky pussy juices that had seeped out steadily to be absorbed by the curled-up heap of towel that Mary had piled up between her legs in an effort to keep her ass crack dry and comfortable.

As Linda moved her face close in, her entire body shudder in response to the sex-loaded sight of her mistress moving forward to get her crotch in position clear of the towels, displaying all her feminine glory to her insatiable eyes – and mouth. The intoxicating smell invaded her senses and caressed her fevered mind, reminding her with the same irrevocable ardour where her irrefutable place in life was. Anne delicately moved on in to let her nose find its place in the little split in the stray bush of pubic curls that it had formed by its already countless encounters with its tickly embrace, like a perfect fit for the contours of her face exactly where she wanted it most. Gingerly she let her hands slip palms-up under the voluminous hillocks of peachy buttocks to lift the sweet vulva to her almost drooling mouth as she sealed her lips over it to scoop up the next rivulet of shiny juice about to spill out from between the intoxicatingly smiling lips. In fact they were always smiling; always welcoming her in for the ultimate kiss, possibly even more invitingly than the other lips up there, accompanying Mary’s even more convivial brown eyes. They were certainly smiling too, and as she let her tongue make its first deep sweeps to say hello, she met her adorable mistress’ beautiful eyes, and almost swooned in the feeling of joy and happiness from the lustful waves that radiated back on her in return.

Then there was this first, very familiar deep – almost shuddering – sigh that told here that everything in her world was fine, and happiness was as complete as can ever be.

Actually Mary had been a little bit cooled down by the duration of her friends last indolent let-down threat, but the eager tongue of her beloved girl got her picking up again in no time at all. In fact the flush of heat rushed through her almost like a shock, making her gasp hoarsely as it impacted. From then on four minutes was all she needed to have her first shattering orgasm of the evening, humping the girl’s mouth with relentless gusto as she sprayed it with her much richer quantity of juicy deluge. A delightful tribute to their enduring training. Linda felt like a drowned cat by the time she had gulped her way through the magnificent outpour, making sure to swerve her tongue over the clitoral nodule in between spurts with the same persistency as she had managed to keep up with Angie. Her head was knocked back and forth with the bouncing of the wildly kicking legs and hips, but she held her mouth sealed by a vicelike grip with both hands around the waist, holding her steadily in position as they both rode out the intense peak of mutual pleasure.

Of course her first orgasm was just a little appetizer for the next one, and Linda exactly knew her where’s and how’s in order to bring her beautiful mistress through the sensitive aftermath and up and going again in the shortest possible time. Reading even the tiniest ripples and sighs like an open book, she masterfully adjusted her patient ministration spot on at the tolerance level of her beautiful mistress until she could notch it up again ever so gently to gradually be off for a second ride across the wide plain of endless pleasure. Angela would just have to wait on for another quickie over at this side. She had her sweet lady twitching and moaning like a bitch in heat in a matter of minutes, and the second explosion came almost before the girl had managed to prepare properly. Still she took the powerful gush of sticky pussy cream with ease and swooped in to stay firmly with her all the way through to prolong the intensity of their pleasure as far as possible. Again the wildly bouncing hips got her out of balance as she struggled to hang on, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the last time with Angela. As she nursed her lady down again and finally released her mouth from the happy hole with sticky strands of pussy cream stretching out between them as she moved, she knew there was another hole impatiently awaiting her attention right at her side. Tapping the sated pussy and her own flushed face clean with a fluffy towel she moved to crawl back to the night’s lady of honour.

Angela had watched the lustful ride in complete relaxation, letting the heated sighs of love along with the warmth, smells, sounds and panorama around them massage her senses back to a renewed stage of indolent passion. Linda was almost surprised to find the sweet sex once again munificently overflowing with juice, and as her head was grasped with loving hands and her lips put resolutely to work at the leaking pleasure source, a surge of sticky fluid gushed over her tongue the moment it slipped in between the swollen lips. The woman’s sexual drive seemed completely insatiable, and for the second time Linda’s sore jaw and raw tongue made her doubt if she would be able to see this through the way she knew was expected of her. Still she set to work with the same resolve as always, soon having the woman sigh and groan in renewed passion as she let her exceptional skills play out their artistic harmonies on the more than convivial pleasure source.

It took a long time to build her up this time, and Linda was left to do all the work as the lady absorbed the pleasure work almost without a movement. Only a small shudder or twitch revealed her growing passion as darkness gradually crept in over the terrace to wrap the colourful horizon in a gigantic curtain of grey and black. By the time the sighs and shudders picked up in intensity to signal the pending climax, Linda’s tongue was acing intolerably, and her entire neck and jaw was numb from the continuous pleasuring efforts.

“Oh Linda… I’m cumming… ooohhh…make it good for me…”

Angela’s hands came down to spread her labia with shaking fingers and reveal her pink little jewel of pleasure to the delicately twirling tongue, and the girl certainly took her by the word, focusing all her attention on the little knob as their lovemaking drew closer to the inevitable conclusion.

Angela trembled hard and then stiffened as the waves of pleasure flushed over her once again. Her thighs held the girl’s head in a vice-like grip as the violent tremors of her all-consuming orgasm shook her like a leaf. A hand grasped desperately at her head, digging its nails painfully into her scalp as she struggled to hang in the best she could. On and on it went as series of short shrieks once again gave munificent vocal acknowledgment to her gut-wrenching ecstasy. As the thighs made a final jerk and then relaxed their crushing grip, Linda felt a sudden darkness come over her eyes, and before she managed to react, she felt herself fall down onto the sun-warmed floor, gasping of exhaustion, hardly managing to damp the fall with trembling hands. She rested her cheek on the stone, a strand of pussy cream leaking out over her lips and leaving a damp patch as she struggled to hang in and not loose consciousness. Luckily the floor had cooled down quite a bit, and it actually helped her by a slightly cooling of her damp cheek and face. But when she tried to open her eyes, everything got a blur and she pressed her chin down and continued breathing heavily.

Above her the two mistress lay, just as exhausted and heavily breathing as herself, striving to collect some strength to even start recovering from the abiding session of passionate love, completely unaware of the discomfort of their devoted little slave girl. It was hardly surprising that insatiable little minx was exhausted and needed some recovery, so non of them thought it worthwhile to check on her as they focused on their own pleasurable let-down from the heights of ultimate bliss. The way they had always done… and the way it should always be.

Linda lay motionless a couple of minutes, hyperventilating intensively in her struggle not to loose consciousness. A noisy humming filled her ears and kind of added to her agony. On top of that a new wave of sickness made her stomach cramp up and she really worried that she was going to throw up. What an embarrassment that would be! At her mistress feet and everything… For a moment she almost panicked. Instinctively she knew it had nothing to do with the generous quantities of cream from all the generous orgasms, so it had to relate to the dizziness she kept experiencing as she was released from the crushing grip of their almost burly thighs.

A cold shudder ran down her back and transformed to a trickling feeling of numbing sting somewhere in her neck and torso. Her mind started spinning, and she felt a desperate need to grab hold of something not to fall. Her hands slipped instinctively to the sides, leaving her in an awkward spread-eagled position as she pressed her cheek hard to the ground. Panic fought with reason inside her. Would it pass soon, or would she end up sick enough to really throw up all over the floor? She was that close at the moment… Oh if it could only pass over and finally leave her alone. Damn damn damn…

She took some more deep breaths and finally felt the first sign of relief as the all-consuming wooziness started to slip away. Again the strange trickling ran down her back, this time to signal the clearing of the almost strangling feeling of discomfort. She lay like that for another couple of minutes, nervously sensing, and finally even enjoying the feeling of recovery and relaxation, only dimly noticing the distant sound of low conversation between her two mistresses above. There was Angela’s typical little laughter again.

Her mistresses knew nothing of her distress, of course; simply thinking that she took a well- deserved little time-out in order to collect strength for further excesses. All a focal part of their delightful little game of domination and submission; the inimitable game of unspoken sexual acquiescence that had made all of this possible in the first place. It had never been as unmistakable and outspoken as this evening - more like some intangible sensation, or maybe rather expectation, somewhere deep under the jovial surface of their daily regularity. Certainly a clear-cut role of giver and receiver, but otherwise an atmosphere of equality that sometimes almost frustrated Linda a bit in its unmitigated consistency.

This evening was all different though, and she had gotten almost more than she had bargained for in terms of delightful mental abuse and subtle degradation. Exactly the way she had dreamed about it all her life. Maybe it was her sore knees as well; from not even having a towel to kneel on during her service? Another little detail to gently accentuate their mutual understanding of her role in this peculiar relationship. Like her mistresses had put her to her last test and finally found the answer they had been looking for?

Could that be the reason for her sudden problems? Simply the mental impact of finally reaching this final stage of all her submissive dreams? The feeling that her innermost secrets and dreams had been thoroughly searched out, understood and now realised through all the hidden details in their lovemaking this wonderful evening? Could such a mental blow be strong enough to bring on a physical reaction like this? Could it…

“Linda dear, could you get us our robes from the bathroom please? This breeze is getting cool quite quickly up here once the sun is gone. I think we’d better continue inside.”

Mary’s voice took a few seconds to reach all the way into Linda’s dishevelled brain as she lay recovering from her sudden discomfort. Desperately wanting to respond to her mistress’ bid, she lifted her head carefully, and as she felt the dizziness slowly clear off of her mind, she quickly got on her feet to stumble into the house to carry out her new order. She had to support herself at the entrance as she tumbled inside and continued taking deep breaths as she went on to fulfil her latest task.

When she returned out with one robe over each forearm, she found her two ladies standing next to their chairs, swaying lightly as they tried to remain steady on still quite shaky legs. It was quite dark, and their huge sunglasses now eventually hampered more than helped their vision. As Linda slipped the robes over each pair of elegant shoulders, she offered to take their glasses. Both women peered with their eyes for a moment as the little remaining light hit, but it helped find the way across the terrace and in between the two huge palm trees flanking the broad sliding door into the coolness of the bungalow.

Linda helped them prepare for a refreshing shower and went in with them for a bout of soaping and rinsing of gracious and voluminous female body parts. She still had some difficulties with her balance as she bent down to towel and massage the two beauties, every now and then planting a soft kiss on a warm tit, a soft thigh or a wobbling buttock.

She was glad to notice that the worst jaw-ache had waned as well, and – although strenuous as hell – she definitely would be able to continue her pleasuring effort for as long as it took once her ladies felt ready for more. Hopefully at least. She worked her jaw carefully, again a bit unsure how far she could actually take it, but still as determined as ever to put everything she had into it. Hell yes; everything.

After another ice-cold glass of orange juice, Angela let herself fall back on the huge master bed.

“Oooooh I’m exhausted…” then again that typical little giggle of hers. “I’m almost too tired for more sex… almost…”

“Well, that would be the surprise of the week,” Mary responded mockingly as she stretched her limbs languorously along the broad leather couch opposite to the bed. Both women’s robes were already wide open and curled up in a dishevelled heap under their golden bodies. Inside the bungalow there was nothing of the breeze that had finally driven them in from the terrace, and the voluptuous bodies radiated a compulsive heat of indolent comfort and flimsily dawning arousal. Linda knew it was her own unsatisfied libido that made the flame of passion well up in her chest again, but she could swear her two ladies experienced the same - just from the glow in their skin - although in a much more feline and lingering way.

Mary and Angela tended to talk together like Linda wasn’t present at all. Under any ‘normal’ circumstance she would have felt it to be an intolerable offence, but now it felt just exactly right to continue the encroachment of her submissive role, and as such just served to bring her fire to new heights. She was there to serve, to bring them as much sexual pleasure as they could possible take, and her own well-being or needs were of no interest to her superior mistresses as long as they got theirs. Nor was her need for attention or acceptance into their world. Of course it was a game - like it had been out there at the terrace as well - but they were so engrossed in it that the feeling of reality was more than tangible as events kept developing.

The heat quickly wined up again. Linda had found her place at her mistress’ legs on the floor, and it didn’t take long before her dark head was bobbing faithfully between the invitingly spread thighs. Mary had other plans than just another regular cum though, and after a few minutes of heating up, she gathered the necessary strength to tear loose and get up on shaky feet.

“Linda… uh… I want to sit on your face… get over to the bed… hurry”

Linda had been completely unprepared for the abrupt interruption, loosing herself completely in the sweet wetness. She almost fell over as she scrambled to her feet to obey. Angela rolled over on her belly to leave some space for them on the huge double bed, smiling broadly as she excitedly awaited the new scene to unfold right next to her. She had noticed her friend preference for a ‘classical’ service – firmly on her back - but clearly felt that her own creativity had inspired the more wicked sides of her friend’s imagination.

Mary followed the eager girl onto the bed and knee-walked up along her body to straddle her chest facing down her slender body. Any trace of their initial shyness was long gone for both of them, and Mary shamelessly bent at the hips to get in position, blatantly showing of the full beauty of her charms as she did.

Linda once again felt the blood boiling furiously in her veins as the broad, wonderful behind filled her world with its powerful visual impact and started descending down on her upturned face. She had developed a growing preference for the more irregular positions of lovemaking, and this had emerged as a clear favourite lately. Still, of course, her lady’s preference was her law, and that still seemed to be the more classical positions. So every time the opportunity for some of the more kinky stuff came up, she literarily grasped the opportunity with greedy hands and a hammering heart in completely illimitable excitement. Even before the powerful behind came down on her, squeezing the air form between them with a hissing mmmmmpppffff, she used both hands to help press her harder down and find the ideal position to welcome her with one of her deepest and wettest tongue penetrations.

A breathless gasp from above indicated her efforts certainly were not unappreciated, and she wiggled her face from side to side to drill in deeper, her nose burying into the softly yielding entrance of the pink little anal opening. A massive attack with her tongue into the depths of her lady’s love channel triggered some delightful tremors that made the butt cheeks quiver joyfully over her face. Mary soon found herself shaking and shuddering in response to the girl’s well-trained touch, and she bore down relentlessly on her hard-working mouth as her body writhed and shuddered its way towards another violent climax. At the same time Linda’s hands pulled her down even harder, pressing the woman’s crotch all over her face until the peachy globes of her ass even covered her eyes. It was a feeling so maddeningly wild and crazy that she felt herself twitch and squirm under the delightful weight as she used her tongue as a piston to reach as far up her lady’s love-cannel as she possibly could. She could feel the powerful buttocks flex and shudder over her face, and knew her orgasm was already close.

‘Oh yes… sit on my face… cum in my mouth… smoother me with your wild passion…’ Linda’s submission was so total and unadulterated she felt her body shudder even harder than that of her dominant lover. The entire crotch churned on her face, pussy lips slipping slickly over her mouth, butt globes rubbing all the way up to her forehead as they continued their joyous ride towards another thunderous climax.

Every time Linda needed a breath, she used her well-adept strength to lift her lower face enough to free her nose from its position imbedded in the silky depths of the puckered anal opening, violently attacking the engorged clit with powerful tongue-flicks as she drew a lungful of air before she let herself sink back in again. This way she knew Mary wouldn’t have to worry about anything, and could focus 100% on her mounting pleasures.

And it definitely had the desired effect. Mary didn’t even last five minutes before she stiffened and cried out, squirting yet another copious dose of pleasure cream down her lover’s insatiable throat. Her butt cheeks quivered violently over the girl’s glistening face as she rode out her insane ecstasy with teeth-gritting abandon. As it finally subsided she fell forward on the bed, drained as a ragged doll, panting wildly in an effort to catch up on her breathing.

With just a little bit of gurgling and sputtering Linda succeeded in downing all of the munificently spent pleasure cream and lay beck to regain control of her own breathing as she dwelled in the fantastic sensation of being so utterly and unconditionally used for another person’s pleasure. And her own pleasure as well, of course. As always. She had almost given in to the temptation to reach down and get herself off during the ride. It was next to impossible to stand the intensity of it all. Still she knew there was a lot more to come, and she would need her very last spark of sexual energy to hang on all the way through; all until her two beauties could take absolutely no more, no matter what.

She wasn’t left a lone for more than what felt like a minute or so before another shadow fell over her. The mighty twin hillocks of Angela’s mind-bogglingly awesome behind came descending down on her, gracefully but persistently, the dripping furrow of liquidized passion aiming directly for her mouth. When she got low enough for the pubic curls to tickle Linda’s nose she stopped for a moment, just to give the girl time to take some extra deep breaths, and then the mighty tail came down heavily to seal her mouth with an abrupt and airy ‘mmmpppffhhhh.’

Linda’s arms were still pinned down by Mary’s legs, so she had no possibility to indulge deeper into the crazed blaze of mindless sexual abuse by pulling Angie hard down just as she had done before. Still she made her desire known by a gurgling squeal of joy into the succulent depth of overpowering female rump as she drilled her face in deep to drown helplessly right in the middle of it all. Angela shuddered joyously and wiggled her crotch over the face to get the contact she wanted and craved. As she felt the tongue drill in deep, she let out an even more delighted squeal and pressed down hard to get as much out of it as she could.

Once fully seated on the up-turned face, Angela made herself more comfortable by sticking her legs down under those of Mary who was still lying half over Linda’s body, recovering from her violent ecstasy. Mary was able to help her by lifting herself slightly, but then she sank back down luxuriating in her sweet exhaustion.

Angela soon found the right position and used her fingers to spread her self gently to the invading tongue, thus sealing her nether lips over those of her bedazzled lover. Through her curly pubic bush she could enjoy the sight of the girl’s upper face as it tensed up in concentration and enjoyment for the task at hand.

The heat of the previous bouts had taken its toll, and Angela had almost no resistance left as the tongue drove her relentlessly towards another peak. As her orgasm approached, she went into a low crouch over her, suddenly bringing her face down close to Linda’s, her beautiful blonde hair cascading down to confine their world of passion. A pearly drop of sweat fell from the woman’s nose and hit Linda on the forehead. Angela’s stocked breathing caressed her face like the scalding draft from an over-heated melting pot as the strong thighs along her cheeks started tensing up for another mind-bending eruption. The pubic bone worked relentlessly against her face, making the little bush of curly hair tickle her cheeks almost unbearingly as it split delicately around her desperately flailing nostrils. Sticky pussy cream literarily sloshed around the hard working tongue that kept working its way back and forth between the clitoral base and the depths of the sex-ravenous love channel with unrelenting vigor.

Mary’s slow recovery eventually got disturbed by the escalating humping behind her and she lazily worked herself off Linda’s body and rolled over on her back with a deep, almost afflictionate sigh. From there she could see the final stages of her friend’s stormy ride as it raced for the grand finale. The muscles along Angela’s back worked frantically as she rode on, and Mary noticed how fit her friend actually looked, at least from this angle. Her skin, now wet with perspiration, glowed like gold in the dim light from the terrace lamps. The powerful buttocks churned heavily over the young girl’s face, seemingly humping it right through the mattress in desperate pursuit of ever higher peaks of pleasure. The girl’s freed hands immediately found a firm grip around Angela’s hips, pulling her even harder down to stir her on in her relentless abuse of the girl’s burning desire to please.

Then Angela stiffened like hit by an oversized, invisible bullwhip.

As her peachy ass globes shook violently she crouched down even further and let out a pitched cry, followed by several more as her body shuddered in violent convulsions. Mary could vividly imagine how a thick squirt of liquid ecstasy shot down into the girl’s throat exactly that moment, and she could see the girl’s body twitch and turn under the woman’s fierce assault, her hips pumping up and down and legs kicking wildly back and forth as though she was struggling to get free. But her hands kept the same vicelike grip around the woman’s hips, holding her in position the best she could as she used her tongue to try to stay in contact with the critical spots that would increase and prolong her mistress’ orgasm as far and as long as humanly possible.

Exactly at the moment Angela’s orgasm seemed to subside, Linda’s tongue found an extra sensitive spot, sending the woman into a new series of convulsions as a second orgasm hit almost like a fist right in her belly. Linda had finally rubbed her thighs together in order to set off her own relief of tension, and all of a sudden both of them trembled in the throes of an orgasm so intensive it made them freeze like bronze statues in the dim light from the outside lamps. Mary watched the beautiful scenery with growing excitement, completely awestruck by the energy they could muster in the wild pursue of unparalleled sexual pleasure. Angela inhaled in short, sharp gasps without exhaling, the muscles in her back straining as her body shuddered more and more intensely. Linda’s body slowly bowed upwards, her heels digging deep down into the mattress as she nearly lifted her back and torso clear off the sheets. She seemed to remain motionless in that position for an endless second before her body once again erupted in a cascade of motion, trashing wildly back and forth under the relentless weight of Angela’s erratic assault. The woman crouched down even more, squealing and hissing like a wild animal as she relentlessly rode out her orgasm. Linda received a dose of sticky pussy cream almost equalling that of Mary, and had to swallow as fast as she could to hang on, working desperately to focus on her mistress’ pleasure as her own monumental orgasm blew her mind clear of anything but fierce, primal lust.

Angela’s powerful buttocks gyrated and humped the upturned face so the post slammed against the wall to the rhythm of wildly creaking bedsprings. Suddenly she straightened up and threw her head back sending her blond mane like a wild cascade backwards as she let out a sharp shriek that marked the end of her uncontrolled eruption. Mary could hear the girl gulp as she received a final squirt.

“Aoooooohhhhh!!!!!”

The woman’s pelvis worked like crazy, mashing the girl’s nose to pieces as she grind down senselessly in the throes of her heart-bursting climax. The vocal tribute was ear-shattering, and Mary instinctively lifted an arm for protection as her friend cracked off more wildly than she had ever seen before.

“Yeeesssss… doooooo…”

Mary could hear some throaty gurgles from the girl underneath as well, a mixture of joyous squeals and frightened wimps. The girl’s legs continued sprawling all over the bed behind them, and Mary suspected she had another of her own intense orgasms from the sheer effect of her mistress’ violent spectacle. Still she never took her hands away from Angela’s hips, holding her in position for all she was worth in order to keep her tongue exactly at the right spots all throughout the crazed ride.

It took another minute of violent jerks and trembling before the cramps slowly waned and Angela could start catching up on her breathing. Now it was her turn to sag and then fall forward like a sack of potatoes and lay lifeless after the mind-buggering discharge of energy.

Linda still twitched and trembled as her face was freed of its delightful burden, letting out small groans and squeals as the glowing stings of ecstasy pulsed throughout her body. Rubbing her thighs against each other she tried to get as much out of her second orgasm as she could, hopefully without being noticed by her two mistresses. Her soaked face quickly got cold and sticky and she desperately wanted to grab one of the towels to clean up properly before she did anything else. It had to be done very carefully though, in order for her ladies not to feel that she was eager to wipe them off her face. Gently she let her right arm slide along the sheets in search for a towel.

“I see you dear,” Mary sang mockingly as she instantly understood what she was after. “Don’t you ever think that you’re through yet my sweet little darling…”

Linda blinked her eyes to clear her vision and turned her head over the direction of the well-known voice. A thick strand of sticky cum seeped out of the corner of her mouth and mixed with the tangy liquid already smearing up her cheeks. She made a fruitless effort to capture it with a long tongue sweep, then was unable to resist the urge to drag her cheek against the soft surface of the towel that happened to be right under her head. She was already caught in the act after all.

“I – I wouldn’t want… to be,” Linda gulped out as her breathing got caught in a glob if cum still drenching her raw tongue.

“Of course not darling,” Mary smiled meekly. “You know I’m just teasing you.”

Linda groaned. With at least one half of her face cleaned a little bit, she felt a bit better and blinked her eyes again to focus. Mary was on her back the way she had ended up when she rolled away. Her legs were invitingly spread and her drenched pussy still a feast for the eyes as the satisfied pussy lips seemed to throw her a juicy kiss of love and desire. Would her beloved mistress be able to reach yet another ecstasy after what she had endured so far? Angela definitely seemed to have had enough, and her regular, deep breathing indicated that she was already drifting into sleep.

The discomfort came over her again, still not sickening but making her head spin in an almost uncontrollable way. If she wouldn’t be laying already she would never be able to stay on her feet, that’s for sure. Still she resolutely moved to crawl her way in between her mistress’ thighs to try to keep up her level of service as long as they could take it, just as she had promised herself.

The pubic bone and the stray bush of sweet pubic curls bounced at her nose as she was suddenly there, and she enjoyed the wonderful sound of a passionate gasp as she split the juicy pussy lips with her tongue. She managed to take a few deep licks all along the furry of the slit before the dizziness came over her again. This time worse than ever. Once again she closed her eyes hard to try to control it. As she glimpsed up she could see her mistress’ head sink back and her huge tits rise to a deep sigh. Then everything got grey and blurry, and then finally darkness came and carried her away to a gentle place of rest and recovery.

Sometimes during the night she vaguely noticed her face loosing contact with the stray bush of pubic hair as her mistress rolled over in her sleep. Her head slipped softly down on the warm sheet that the wonderful body had covered. Some kind of drive deep inside told her she should try to find her way back again, but then she drifted away into blissful oblivion and immediately indulged languorously into a wonderful world of warm bodies and silky skin…

As Linda finally surfaced back to consciousness the next morning, her tongue was raw and her jaws ached terribly. Gradually the sounds of voices and scrambling of cutlery reached into her clouded mind, and she realized she must have overslept dramatically. Her two mistresses were laying the table and preparing breakfast with coffee and juice as they chatted stifled and relaxed. Both of them were wearing their robes, and both had their hair wrapped up in huge towels, indicating to Linda that they even had had time to take their morning showers as she still remained dead to this world.

She lifted her head and yawned, trying to get used to the intensive light cascading into the room through the fluttering curtains of the huge terrace door. But even a yawn was almost impossible to do properly as the soreness quickly transformed to numbing pain as soon as she tried to open wide.

None of the ladies seemed to notice her until Angela finally threw a glimpse her direction.

“Well good morning you little sleepy-head; we thought we wouldn’t see your beautiful little eyes until sometimes this afternoon! How do you feel?”

“Uh… good…” Linda felt her jaws aching even worse as she tried to speak, and her swollen tongue made the words almost unrecognisable. She took a deep breath before she repeated, “good…”

The two ladies chuckled knowingly. As Linda worked herself up to sit on the edge of the bed, Angela strode over to her, opening her robe and lying her pubic curls bare right in front of the girl’s nose. “A little good morning- welcome to you my dear,” she gleed, letting the girl plant a light kiss on her pubic mound.

“You did wonderfully last night my dear… completely out of this world. You’re one of a kind, that’s for sure! You should be very proud of yourself.”

Mary smiled. “Indeed! A performance definitely statistically significant. Even with a student’s T!”

“Whatever you say.”

They finished the table and asked the drowsy youngster to join them as they sat down. Both ladies dug in with great appetite, catching up on their nutrition after last night’s major outload of energy. As they looked over at Linda, more giggling broke out. The girl really had problems chewing the toast, and continued making funny grimaces to try to accommodate her jaws and tongue in order to get something down at all. Her mouth was also completely dry, and she poured down a couple of glasses of juice before she was able to sink her first bite of toast.

Mary reached out to stoke her lock with warm affection written all over her face. “I don’t think any of us anticipated a day like this the time we first met in that cafeteria at Sandy Bay Mall,” she smiled rhetorically, gently massaging her lover’s aching jaw with the point of a finger. “I hope – and think – that you really got what you bargained for!”

Linda made some more jaw gymnastics to down another peace of toast, and then had to join in the amicable laughter of her two mistresses.

“I certainly did. And I’ve loved every minute of it. Every minute!” The girl got serious as she continued. “I’ve never been so happy in my life.”

Her mistress leaned over and embraced her warmly. Linda leaned in to her chest and could hear the steady heart beets through the soft robe. Again love and awe filled her and she knew she could do anything for this wonderful woman. Anything at all. Still her feelings were somehow slightly different after angela had been brought into the game. More relaxed perhaps? She was more focused on what she could do to please, maybe a slightly more physical love than what she had felt in the beginning? Still, Mary was the lady of her life, and she knew she was lost and gone to anything else as long as she could be with her. And she felt that Mary had noticed and understood, and that was the important thing. Right now… and in the future.

Mary sighed. “I cannot imagine what it will be like to get back and see Eric and Jim and the others again after all of this.”

Her friend rolled her eyes in frustration. “My dear, they are still many days away, an eternity the way we live now. Eternity!”

“I know, I know. But, there’s no telling what they may have messed up while I’ve been away.”

Angela was serious for a moment before she responded. “’Well, maybe this has given you… given us… a slightly different perspective of things, after all.”

Mary had to look one extra time at her friend. That was some statement coming from Angela Landon, the woman who would gladly walk over the King of Aragon with her bare feet to forward her career. Well well well. Miracles still happen, apparently.

“I mean… If they messed up, there’s time to straighten it up, right?”

Mary’s jaw dropped. “Yes… well… yes; yes it is. Always is… it’s just that…”

“You wouldn’t expect to hear that from me?” Angela laughed wholeheartedly. “Well, perhaps I really did learn some new values of life during my stay here. Is that so surprising?”

Mary smiled. What could she say? Maybe it was the power of Linda’s extraordinary performance after all? Maybe she just didn’t understand what a mighty emotional force she had created? Or maybe Angela understood it better than herself?

Anyway, her colleagues from back at the office seemed a thousand miles and hundred years lost and gone, and it was like the three of them had been down here together for ages. Incredible just what a difference sex and love can make.

Mary turned to Angela and put her hand on her shoulder.

“So, you see what just a little ad can do for your life. If you could get one of your own, I’d love to bring Linda along and come with you down here again. I have a feeling that the two of us might be a little too much to handle for only one girl.” She smiled coyly throwing a quick side-glance over in Linda’s direction. “What do you think about that?”

“Oh yes, darling, that would be just lovely,” Angela responded eagerly. “To tell you the truth, I’ve already written the text for my ad. It’s going on print first thing back in the office. You talked me into it you know - like sister to sister. Isn’t it just marvellous what good oral communication can do?”

The End