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Ozzie Buzz
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azure
AM I WHAT..
as long as i was on the carpet in front of you not watching the flick..mmmm
Ozzie Buzz
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oooh baby
QuickDuck
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hmmm Az... excuse me while i put my running shoes on *wink* just kidding.
LB, life is good and i hope you too have a good day.
As for frogs... the scary thing is that when i recieved that joke, i actually nodded to most of it!!!! especialy the cool talking frog!!!! *Shudder* I am scarey
LB, life is good and i hope you too have a good day.
As for frogs... the scary thing is that when i recieved that joke, i actually nodded to most of it!!!! especialy the cool talking frog!!!! *Shudder* I am scarey
cherrylips_au
Perhaps perhaps perhaps
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Afternoon everyone
Hope all is well.
Maree I hope the headaches are gone for good.
Hope all is well.
Maree I hope the headaches are gone for good.
OzSteamer
Wetsuit fetish & single
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That's odd..
Hi to all...
I'm just checking my email box and Literotica profile, to see if anyone's been emailing, and I notice the SECOND of 'my' stories isn't approved, yet...has anyone else been waiting a week?
I borrowed the main part of this story from:
http://www.totse.com/en/erotica/erotic_fiction_bf_to_bo/bgift4.html
Go there to have a look.
A half hour later, Catherine returned. "Mistress Josephine is ready for you," she said. Trish closed the book and followed her up the stairs to the master bedroom. Josie stood by the bed. She wore a jet-black, skintight rubber wetsuit, complete with neoprene gloves and boots. A large light blue weight belt encircled her thin waist, on which were attached several coils of nylon rope, a tool pouch, and a slim black holster. On the outside of her right lower leg was a pencil thin dagger held in a thick rubber scabbard.
"Undress her," Josie ordered Catherine. The maid undid the laces to Trish's dress and lifted it off of her, while Josie prepared an outfit similar to her own. Trish's undergarments were removed. She now stood nude before the other two women. While Josie watched, Catherine helped Trish into the wetsuit. It was very tight, and Catherine struggled with the front zipper. She was finally able to pull it all the way up.
Josie ran her hands over Trish. "How does the suit feel?"
"Very constricting," Trish said. "I love it!"
Catherine knelt to strap on a dagger on her leg while Josie swung a similar weight belt around Trish’s waist and buckled it tightly. Trish's belt held more coils of rope and a pair of black waterproof binoculars.
Josie stepped back. "Perfect," she said. "Catherine, have the driver come around front."
Catherine bowed and closed the door behind her.
Josie turned to Trish and pulled her close. She outlined the plan quickly. "This adventure will be a little....risky," she said. "Are you okay with this?"
For an answer, Trish covered Josie's mouth with her own, squeezing her breasts against Josie's, her hands sliding down on Josie's smooth round ass.
My God, Josie thought, she's insatiable!
Josie pulled away laughingly. "This is 'le plus delicieuse' for you, isn't it?"
Trish stood panting, her eyes locked on Josie's. She looked hungry.
Josie took her hand. "There'll be time for that later. Afterwards."
The car took them to a deserted private pier about thirty miles distant. Josie whispered instructions to the chauffeur, then they both got out and watched the car drive away. Josie caught Trish's arm. "This is very important," she said in a low voice. "You have to be absolutely quiet. Do everything I tell you."
Trish nodded, her eyes glowing in the night like a cat's. They walked down the pier to where a large Zodiac was tied. Josie went in first, then held out her hand to support Trish.
Once in, they both undid the mooring ropes, and Josie started the motor. It was an electric twin-blade engine -- very quiet. The small boat pulled away from the pier, turned south, and headed down the river. There was no other traffic that Trish could see (it was a moonless night), and except for the quiet humming of the motor, completely silent.
They travelled like that for almost an hour, Trish leaning down in front, her fingers gripping the side of the raft, Josie sitting up in the rear, handling the rudder. Josie watched with amusement as Trish's fought the urge to slide her hands between her legs, only to pull them out.
They were gliding through a private inlet off of the main Intercoastal Waterway; most of the houses were dark, but presently Josie made out a large estate about a mile ahead and off to their right, obscured by a row of hedges. She nudged Trish's leg and pointed. "There."
When they had reached the estate, Josie cut the motor and guided the craft up to the shore. The two women got out, and after Josie had secured the craft, began making their way up toward the huge house, moving between the hedges. Josie turned back to Trish and motioned her to stop and kneel. They were now on a hill overlooking the house. Fifty yards in front of them, they saw an olympic-sized swimming pool. Two women hung on the side of the pool.
Josie looked at her watch. "Good," she said, "we're right on schedule." To Trish: "Hand me your binoculars."
Josie watched the scene for a few moments, then handed the glasses back to Trish. "See the taller woman?"
Trish focused in on the pool. There was a tall blonde woman wearing a yellow thong bikini. Her friend wore a white one piece suit, her hair short, like a man's. Both had incredible bodies. As Trish watched, the friend set a drink down on the side of the pool and wrapped her legs around the blonde..
"The blonde is our...target," Josie explained. "In about fifteen minutes, she'll turn out the back lights and go in the house."
Trish, still looking through the binoculars, asked, "What about the other one?"
"I'll take care of her. The blonde is yours."
"Alright -- she's getting out now."
As Trish watched, the blonde climbed out of the pool, dried herself, and donned a silk peignoir. She said something to her friend, went to the patio, and cut the pool lights save for one underwater beam. Then she went into the house and began turning off the inside lights. The friend got out and lay down on her stomach, reposing on a large white towel by the pool. Josie moved forward, followed by Trish. They ran half- crouching to the next row of hedges, then turned left and crept silently until they were about fifteen feet from the reclining woman.
Trish was breathing hard, and not from the exertion; she watched as Josie unhooked the holster and took out her pistol. Josie looked at her. "Stay here," she whispered.
Trish watched incredulously as Josie slipped out from behind the hedges. Josie looked up at the house, then switched the safety off her gun. It made a tiny click.
The girl on the towel turned around and stood up. "Who are you?" she asked. "You're not supposed to --"
Josie squeezed the trigger. There was a quiet 'pffft', and the girl bucked backward and fell, sitting. She looked at the red stain growing on the midriff of her white suit, then back up at Josie. "Please," she moaned. "Please...."
Josie fired again; this time a blossom of red spreading on the girl's right breast. She fell back, jerked once, then was still. Josie motioned to Trish, then knelt down over the girl's body. Trish joined her from the bushes and looked into the woman's open eyes, put her fingers on her parted lips...
"Come on," Josie told her. She pulled Trish away and headed for the rear entrance. They slipped inside and stopped.
"I think I heard something," Trish said quietly. Josie handed the gun over to her. "I'll go first." She walked swiftly through the kitchen, then looked back to Trish and waved. Trish joined her and they moved up the stairs. The only light they saw came from the bottom of the closed master bedroom door. They only had to wait a few minutes before it went out. Josie leaned over and whispered into Trish's ear. Trish nodded, then went to the door, gently turned the knob, and pushed against it. The door opened without so much as a creak, and Trish slipped inside, one hand steadying the equipment on her belt, the other still holding the gun. The blonde was stretched out on a large Victorian bed, beneath a soft down comforter.
She was apparently asleep. Trish came up to the bed, lifted the heavy gun, and put her hand on the blonde's mouth. Her eyes opened wide with terror.
Trish aimed the gun at her head. "Don't make a sound," she said. She turned. "Josephine!"
Josie came in and closed the door. She went around the room, closing the windows, then nodded to Trish. Trish took her hand away from the blonde's face and threw the covers back. The woman had slipped into flimsy, tight playsuit.
The crotch was dripping wet. As Josie looked on, Trish used the rope to tie the blonde's hands and legs to each of the four posts.
The blonde looked up at Trish, her eyes begging. "Please don't," she said. "I'll give you anything --"
Trish savagely slashed her hand between the blonde's legs. Her face was set in a cruel mask. "Shut up," she hissed, and pulled on the cords. The blonde's limbs stretched out.
"Ohh, that hurts!" the blonde exclaimed.
Trish brought the end of the gun to level against the woman's chest. "One more word, and I will kill you," she said coolly. Josie took the gun from her.
"Here," she said, opening her tool pouch, "use this."
It was a ball gag. Trish took it, lifted the woman's head up from the pillow, and slipped it over her. The blonde fought it, shaking her head back and forth. Trish climbed up on the bed and mounted her. She overpowered the woman and connected the ball gag, pushing the large shiny ball deep into her mouth, then tightened it. She turned to Josie: “It's on."
Josie knelt and looked lovingly into the woman's eyes. "Scream once, and you die. Do you understand?"
The woman nodded. Josie reached over and unsheathed the stiletto dagger. She put the tip of it against the blonde's chest, caught the fabric, and cut downward, barely missing flesh. She made enough of a tear to expose her throbbing nipples. Josie took another instrument out of her pouch: A long hypodermic needle.
.
"Hold her steady," she said, cupping the blonde's left breast. She placed the tip of the needle on the side of the quivering nipple.. The instant the tip penetrated the flesh, the woman began to flail against her bonds. Trish held her down, staring into her wide-open eyes.
The hypodermic needle was connected to a large fluid filled syringe, by a long thin flexible tube. Trish looked at the Blonde as Josie started to slowly depress the plunger. The blonde‘s face tightened as she felt to cold fluid enter her breast, and Trish, who was cupping the breast, felt it slowly expand.
Josie pulled out another hypodermic needle. She showed it to the blonde, then carefully pierced her right nipple; the blonde made a grunting noise and looked wildly up into Trish's eyes as the needle pushed through.
The blonde was out of it. She let out a high-pitched scream despite the ball gag and began to buck violently against the bed.
"Time to finish it," Josie said. She went to the top of the bed and wrapped her fingers around the blonde's slender neck and tightened her grip. "Look in her eyes," Josie told Trish.
“No, let me do it my way.” Trish looked at Josie.
Josie paused and looked at Trish, “Ok”, she said , and leaned in to kiss Trish full on the mouth. “Go for it.”
Trish smiled down at the blonde, who looked up in desperation. Trish used her wetsuited knee to spread the blonde’s legs apart, then lowered her wetsuited crotch onto the girls naked vaginal lips, then started to grind her body back and forth up and down, rubbing against the blonde’s centre of pleasure. Trish leaned down and kissed the ball gag, harder and harder, sucking it onto her mouth and rolling it round, licking the blondes face, then returning to the ball gag.
Al the while Trish’s wetsuited hands are rubbing the blonde’s breasts, with the needles still deep inside, the breasts slowly swelling as Josie pumped more liquid into them. The blonde’s head rolled frantically back and forth, as she felt her passion start to mount within her vagina.
Trish’s wetsuited body was reacting to her repeated thrusting downward on the helpless blondes body…her vagina was tightening, her nipples were harder than they’d ever been, she was running with sweat, all down her face, her eyes closed.
Josie stepped behind Trish's body, and climbed on top of her rubbing her wetsuited crotch hard against Trish’s wetsuited tight ass. This drove Trish’s body down even harder onto the blonde girl’s body, the girl’s muscled spasmed and she shut her eyes, and her back arched, as she cummed hard against Trish’s body. Trish managed to control her cries as she cummed, and cummed again and again, her own body thrusting uncontrollably down onto the Blonde’s crotch and vagina.
“You’re gonna finish her?” asked Josie, in a whisper, her own chest heaving as she ran her hands up and down Trish’s shuddering wetsuited body.
Trish nodded dumbly, and then leaned forward, and pulled the mouth gag from the blondes mouth, then kissed her savagely, sucking the blonde’s tongue into her mouth, the blonde’s eyes widening, and she tried to free herself, struggling with the ropes.
Josie leaned forward to cup one of Trish’s breasts, while running her finger up and down Trish’s arse crack. Trish was well on the way to another orgasm, already. Her hips backed and she reached down, to pull the blonde’s hips up to contact her own, tighter and tighter, while still kissing the blonde. The blonde’s eyes begged for release, then Trish felt the first clenching shudders of orgasm tremble through the blonde’s body, Trish’s body ground down harder and then she pushed her wetsuited crotch in as hard as she could pulling up the blonde’s hips and vagina to meet her body as she bore down.
The Blonde cummed again, screaming into Trish’s mouth, and Trish yelled back, the two making a muffled noise, as Trish cummed again and again.
Josie could hardly get over how strong a lover Trish was. She noticed the blonde has squirted her cum all over Trish’s wetsuit crotch. It was steaming with wet slipperiness.
Trish finally broke the kiss, and struggled up, one hand covering the blonde’s mouth, to stop her crying out. “OK,” gasped Trish, “I’m ready. Keep her from talking but when I turn around and 69 her, you push her head up into my vagina. The rubber wetsuit will cut off her air, and I’ll make sure she uses up any oxygen in her blood.”
Josie nodded, and they swapped places, Josie kneeling at the blonde’s head, one knee either side, while Trish lay her full length down on the blonde’s body, her legs either side of the girl’s head. Trish lowered her mouth to the blonde’s vagina, soaked with the girl’s own cum. Josie – still with one hand over the blonde’s mouth, pushed the girl’s face up into Trish’s wetsuited crotch, the whole area covered in the blonde’s girlcum.
Trish had started licking and mouthing the blonde’s vaginal lips, and the girl struggled, her nose and mouth pressed hard against Trish’s wetsuit, cutting off the air, just as Trish had wanted. The blonde could feel the wetsuited girl licking deeper and harder, turning her head one way and then the other, to force her tongue into her body. The blonde shuddered and struggled against the feelings of ecstasy flooding her mind originating in her vagaina…all she could think of was Trish’s probing tongue, and she opened her mouth to breath, she tasted her own girlcum.
That sent the blonde over the edge, as it drained into her mouth. Her body thrust hard, trying to get air, but her head was held tight against Trish’s wetsuited crotch…the blonde orgasmed again, and again and again, and her body arched. She screamed, incoherently, as Trish sent her over the edge, the whole world spinning.
Trish cummed as she felt the vibration from the girl’s scream transmit through the wetsuit. As a last desperate bid for breath, the blonde’s teeth bit down on the vaginal lips she could feel through the thin wetsuit material. Trish screamed, in pure pleasure, as the teeth put pressure on her vagina, enough to cause her intense pleasure, but cushioned enough by the neoprene so as not to actually hurt her.
The blonde let out one more muffled cry, her eyes rolled back, and her body slumped. Her hands fluttered twice, then were still. Josie reluctantly let the woman's head fall back, then dismounted the body. Trish followed, though a lot slower. Both their chests were heaving.
After they had recovered from the passion, Josie holstered the weapon, then looked up at Trish. "Let's go," she said. "We need to cool off." Trish took one last longing glance at the woman in the bed, the blonde’s breasts much enlarged. Trish leaned forward and squeezed them both, having never seen any such breast enlargement before, then followed Josie downstairs.
The friend's name was Iris; they found her pulling off her stained swimsuit when they reached the pool. "Iris," Josie said, "this is Trish." Iris smiled and took Trish's hand. "Happy birthday," she said. She looked over at Josie. "Min probably needs some help, Josie. Why don't you let me and Trish get better acquainted?"
Josie smiled and left the two of them alone. Iris went to unbuckle Trish's equipment, "Let's get you out of that wetsuit."
“No,” Trish said, “I’m pretty hot, and I kinda like being in it.”
“Oh, OK,” grinned Iris "Well, how was it?"
"Incredible," Trish breathed.
"I know," Iris replied. She led Trish to beside the swimming pool.
Iris swayed against Trish’s side. "I watched the whole thing on a monitor." She reached behind Trish and picked up a glass. "I've masturbated three times so far on it." She smiled. "Here, drink this."
Trish finished the drink. "That was delicious," she said.
Iris pressed her body against Trish's. "Not nearly as delicious as this," she said, and kissed Trish hard on the lips. Trish responded with a ferocity she had not been aware of. Her hand slipped down between Iris's legs, and Iris moaned. "Let's play a little game, darling."
"Mmm, what's that?"
"Suffocation...you hold me under until I come."
Trish looked in her eyes. "How will I know when to let you go?"
Iris laughed. "Oh, you'll know."
“OK,” said Trish, “get into that wetsuit top I saw as I came in.”
Iris smiled and moved toward the plie of gear by one of the pool chairs, “Want to help?”
Trish grinned, and she ran her hands up and down the inside of Iris’ thighs, kissing her. “What do you think?”
Iris and Trish padded over to the wetsuit. As Iris bent down to pick up the smoothskin top, Trish quickly kneeled down behind her, and started licking her from anus to vaginal lips. She could taste the girl had cum recently, so she inserted her tongue into Iris’ body, as Iris tried not to let her legs buckle forward.
Iris groaned, and slowly lowered herself down to her knees, and her hands came around to grab Trish’s head, pulling her into Iris’ body further. Trish felt Iris tense up, and her own hand went between her wetsuited legs, rubbing furiously, the other kneading her own breast. They cummed together, Iris crying out, Trish’s face suddenly wet with Iris’ juice as she squirted her cum all over Trish. It dribbled down Trish’s neck and ran slowly down the front of her wetsuit.
Iris looked back, as Trish licked her own face clean. Trish smiled at Iris, and Iris slowly shakily got to her feet, with the wetsuit top in her hand. She thrust one arm into the sleeve, Trish helping, holding it out for her. Iris managed to pull the wetsuit up over one shoulder, her body still shuddering from the after-effects of her orgasm. Trish held the wetsuit so Iris could slide her sweaty arm into the other sleeve of the wetsuit. Trish could see what she’d done to the girl, so she squeezed Iris breasts, as Iris slowly did the wetsuit zipper up. Iris was moaning as she did, her hands shaking. She was utterly within Trish’s power.
Trish lead Iris back to the pool, and they both felt the cool water lap eagerly at their hot bodies, their nipples tightening in response to the rapid cooling, as Trish put some swim-goggles onto Iris’ face. Trish pushed Iris’ wetsuited body against the side of the pool, then took off the weight belt she was wearing. Iris looked at her curiously, as Trish pushed both of Iris’ wrists behind the girl’s wetsuited back.
Trish looked into Iris’ eyes, and kissed her, holding her chin with one hand as she held Iris’ wrists with the other. After the kiss, Iris dumbly nodded, and turned slowly around. Trish wrapped the weight belt around Iris’ wrists, tying them together behind her back. Trish turned Iris around, and kissed her, then Iris inhaled deeply and let Trish push her beneath the surface.
Trish immediately pushed Iris’ floating wetsuited body down onto the bottom of the pool, and sat on top of Iris’ crotch, one hand pushing the girl’s wetsuit up, to expose her vagina, the other holding Iris’ body on the bottom, pushing and squeezing Iris’ breast. Iris’ hands wriggled weakly behind her back, as she felt Trish start to thrust down, Iris’ own natural buoyancy pushing her up against Trish’s body, as she ground her crotch into Iris’ vagina.
Trish’s head was above the water, so she watched – and felt – Iris’s struggle to get free of the bonds, something which amplified the feelings from her whole passion drenched body. As fast as Iris was building toward orgasm, Trish was getting there quicker. She closed her eyes, and clenched her teeth, grinding down, now leaning forward, her face barely above the water, as she used both hands to squeeze and rub and knead Iris’ breasts. Trish thrust down harder and harder with her wetsuited body, as the girl below her writhed as her muscles tightened in her pre-orgasm.
Iris’ eyes closed as she felt the heat build once again between her thighs, her lungs burning, her mind awash with passion, as Trish ground down harder and harder, and finally, the lack of oxygen carried her away, Trish hearing her muted cries even above the water. Trish cried out, too, as she stiffened in orgasm, driving herself even further into Iris’ writhing body. Iris’ body slumped, and she stopped struggling.
Trish immediately let her up, and helped her to the surface, holding Iris upright against the side of the pool, as she gasped for air and her chest heaved, and she coughed and gasped and spat out some of the water she’d accidentally swallowed. Trish used her free hand to undo Iris’ wrist restraints, and she was able to hold the edge of the pool herself.
“Oh, god, “iris said, when she could say anything at all, “that was so good. You gotta try it.”
Trish looked at Iris for a second. “OK, “ she said, “ but I wanna squeeze your breasts the whole time.”
Iris nodded. “Let me get my breath back, a bit more, then we’ll do it.”
Josie came out with Mindy, the blonde, on her arm. They watched Trish and Iris cavorting in the pool, kissing and rubbing their wetsuited bodies against one another, their hands running up and down each other’s body covered in the smooth black material.
"That was magnificent," Mindy said to Josie. "Better than I could have ever imagined." She looked back out to the pool. "How much longer do you have her?"
"Just til tomorrow night," Josie said. "Then it's back to normal -- for another week, anyway."
"She's got potential -- and she's got a new friend." They watched as Iris embraced Trish, kissing her enthusiastically, and reversed roles in their game.
Iris slowly lowered Trish’s wetsuited body down to the bottom of the pool using her weight to counteract the natural buoyancy of the wetsuit. Trish now had the goggles on, and the weight belt was around her neck, for Iris to tighten.
"Any more B&D?" asked Mindy.
"Not in the schedule," Josie said. "But --"
"You should ask Elizabeth if you can substitute something special."
Josie looked at her. "Top or bottom?"
"Oh," Mindy said, sighing, "definitely bottom. I'd like to get my revenge."
"Why not?" Josie smiled. "Can you come over to my place tomorrow?"
"How about here? After all," Mindy said, her hand running down Josie's bare back, "she's never seen my...special place before, and you haven't stayed over in ages. You can help me get set up."
Josie thought for a moment. "You have all the necessary equipment?"
"Josephine, I have everything we'll need."
The two women returned to the house, unseen by either Trish or Iris.
To Be Continued…
The hypodermic needle was connected to a large fluid filled syringe, by a long thin flexible tube. Trish looked at the Blonde as Josie started to slowly depress the plunger. The blonde‘s face tightened as she felt to cold fluid enter her breast, and Trish, who was cupping the breast, felt it slowly expand.
Josie pulled out another hypodermic needle. She showed it to the blonde, then carefully pierced her right nipple; the blonde made a grunting noise and looked wildly up into Trish's eyes as the needle pushed through.
The blonde was out of it. She let out a high-pitched scream despite the ball gag and began to buck violently against the bed.
"Time to finish it," Josie said. She went to the top of the bed and wrapped her fingers around the blonde's slender neck and tightened her grip. "Look in her eyes," Josie told Trish.
“No, let me do it my way.” Trish looked at Josie.
Josie paused and looked at Trish, “Ok”, she said , and leaned in to kiss Trish full on the mouth. “Go for it.”
Trish smiled down at the blonde, who looked up in desperation. Trish used her wetsuited knee to spread the blonde’s legs apart, then lowered her wetsuited crotch onto the girls naked vaginal lips, then started to grind her body back and forth up and down, rubbing against the blonde’s centre of pleasure. Trish leaned down and kissed the ball gag, harder and harder, sucking it onto her mouth and rolling it round, licking the blondes face, then returning to the ball gag.
Al the while Trish’s wetsuited hands are rubbing the blonde’s breasts, with the needles still deep inside, the breasts slowly swelling as Josie pumped more liquid into them. The blonde’s head rolled frantically back and forth, as she felt her passion start to mount within her vagina.
Trish’s wetsuited body was reacting to her repeated thrusting downward on the helpless blondes body…her vagina was tightening, her nipples were harder than they’d ever been, she was running with sweat, all down her face, her eyes closed.
Josie stepped behind Trish's body, and climbed on top of her rubbing her wetsuited crotch hard against Trish’s wetsuited tight ass. This drove Trish’s body down even harder onto the blonde girl’s body, the girl’s muscled spasmed and she shut her eyes, and her back arched, as she cummed hard against Trish’s body. Trish managed to control her cries as she cummed, and cummed again and again, her own body thrusting uncontrollably down onto the Blonde’s crotch and vagina.
“You’re gonna finish her?” asked Josie, in a whisper, her own chest heaving as she ran her hands up and down Trish’s shuddering wetsuited body.
Trish nodded dumbly, and then leaned forward, and pulled the mouth gag from the blondes mouth, then kissed her savagely, sucking the blonde’s tongue into her mouth, the blonde’s eyes widening, and she tried to free herself, struggling with the ropes.
Josie leaned forward to cup one of Trish’s breasts, while running her finger up and down Trish’s arse crack. Trish was well on the way to another orgasm, already. Her hips backed and she reached down, to pull the blonde’s hips up to contact her own, tighter and tighter, while still kissing the blonde. The blonde’s eyes begged for release, then Trish felt the first clenching shudders of orgasm tremble through the blonde’s body, Trish’s body ground down harder and then she pushed her wetsuited crotch in as hard as she could pulling up the blonde’s hips and vagina to meet her body as she bore down.
The Blonde cummed again, screaming into Trish’s mouth, and Trish yelled back, the two making a muffled noise, as Trish cummed again and again.
Josie could hardly get over how strong a lover Trish was. She noticed the blonde has squirted her cum all over Trish’s wetsuit crotch. It was steaming with wet slipperiness.
Trish finally broke the kiss, and struggled up, one hand covering the blonde’s mouth, to stop her crying out. “OK,” gasped Trish, “I’m ready. Keep her from talking but when I turn around and 69 her, you push her head up into my vagina. The rubber wetsuit will cut off her air, and I’ll make sure she uses up any oxygen in her blood.”
Josie nodded, and they swapped places, Josie kneeling at the blonde’s head, one knee either side, while Trish lay her full length down on the blonde’s body, her legs either side of the girl’s head. Trish lowered her mouth to the blonde’s vagina, soaked with the girl’s own cum. Josie – still with one hand over the blonde’s mouth, pushed the girl’s face up into Trish’s wetsuited crotch, the whole area covered in the blonde’s girlcum.
Trish had started licking and mouthing the blonde’s vaginal lips, and the girl struggled, her nose and mouth pressed hard against Trish’s wetsuit, cutting off the air, just as Trish had wanted. The blonde could feel the wetsuited girl licking deeper and harder, turning her head one way and then the other, to force her tongue into her body. The blonde shuddered and struggled against the feelings of ecstasy flooding her mind originating in her vagaina…all she could think of was Trish’s probing tongue, and she opened her mouth to breath, she tasted her own girlcum.
That sent the blonde over the edge, as it drained into her mouth. Her body thrust hard, trying to get air, but her head was held tight against Trish’s wetsuited crotch…the blonde orgasmed again, and again and again, and her body arched. She screamed, incoherently, as Trish sent her over the edge, the whole world spinning.
Trish cummed as she felt the vibration from the girl’s scream transmit through the wetsuit. As a last desperate bid for breath, the blonde’s teeth bit down on the vaginal lips she could feel through the thin wetsuit material. Trish screamed, in pure pleasure, as the teeth put pressure on her vagina, enough to cause her intense pleasure, but cushioned enough by the neoprene so as not to actually hurt her.
The blonde let out one more muffled cry, her eyes rolled back, and her body slumped. Her hands fluttered twice, then were still. Josie reluctantly let the woman's head fall back, then dismounted the body. Trish followed, though a lot slower. Both their chests were heaving.
After they had recovered from the passion, Josie holstered the weapon, then looked up at Trish. "Let's go," she said. "We need to cool off." Trish took one last longing glance at the woman in the bed, the blonde’s breasts much enlarged. Trish leaned forward and squeezed them both, having never seen any such breast enlargement before, then followed Josie downstairs.
The friend's name was Iris; they found her pulling off her stained swimsuit when they reached the pool. "Iris," Josie said, "this is Trish." Iris smiled and took Trish's hand. "Happy birthday," she said. She looked over at Josie. "Min probably needs some help, Josie. Why don't you let me and Trish get better acquainted?"
Josie smiled and left the two of them alone. Iris went to unbuckle Trish's equipment, "Let's get you out of that wetsuit."
“No,” Trish said, “I’m pretty hot, and I kinda like being in it.”
“Oh, OK,” grinned Iris "Well, how was it?"
"Incredible," Trish breathed.
"I know," Iris replied. She led Trish to beside the swimming pool.
Iris swayed against Trish’s side. "I watched the whole thing on a monitor." She reached behind Trish and picked up a glass. "I've masturbated three times so far on it." She smiled. "Here, drink this."
Trish finished the drink. "That was delicious," she said.
Iris pressed her body against Trish's. "Not nearly as delicious as this," she said, and kissed Trish hard on the lips. Trish responded with a ferocity she had not been aware of. Her hand slipped down between Iris's legs, and Iris moaned. "Let's play a little game, darling."
"Mmm, what's that?"
"Suffocation...you hold me under until I come."
Trish looked in her eyes. "How will I know when to let you go?"
Iris laughed. "Oh, you'll know."
“OK,” said Trish, “get into that wetsuit top I saw as I came in.”
Iris smiled and moved toward the plie of gear by one of the pool chairs, “Want to help?”
Trish grinned, and she ran her hands up and down the inside of Iris’ thighs, kissing her. “What do you think?”
Iris and Trish padded over to the wetsuit. As Iris bent down to pick up the smoothskin top, Trish quickly kneeled down behind her, and started licking her from anus to vaginal lips. She could taste the girl had cum recently, so she inserted her tongue into Iris’ body, as Iris tried not to let her legs buckle forward.
Iris groaned, and slowly lowered herself down to her knees, and her hands came around to grab Trish’s head, pulling her into Iris’ body further. Trish felt Iris tense up, and her own hand went between her wetsuited legs, rubbing furiously, the other kneading her own breast. They cummed together, Iris crying out, Trish’s face suddenly wet with Iris’ juice as she squirted her cum all over Trish. It dribbled down Trish’s neck and ran slowly down the front of her wetsuit.
Iris looked back, as Trish licked her own face clean. Trish smiled at Iris, and Iris slowly shakily got to her feet, with the wetsuit top in her hand. She thrust one arm into the sleeve, Trish helping, holding it out for her. Iris managed to pull the wetsuit up over one shoulder, her body still shuddering from the after-effects of her orgasm. Trish held the wetsuit so Iris could slide her sweaty arm into the other sleeve of the wetsuit. Trish could see what she’d done to the girl, so she squeezed Iris breasts, as Iris slowly did the wetsuit zipper up. Iris was moaning as she did, her hands shaking. She was utterly within Trish’s power.
Trish lead Iris back to the pool, and they both felt the cool water lap eagerly at their hot bodies, their nipples tightening in response to the rapid cooling, as Trish put some swim-goggles onto Iris’ face. Trish pushed Iris’ wetsuited body against the side of the pool, then took off the weight belt she was wearing. Iris looked at her curiously, as Trish pushed both of Iris’ wrists behind the girl’s wetsuited back.
Trish looked into Iris’ eyes, and kissed her, holding her chin with one hand as she held Iris’ wrists with the other. After the kiss, Iris dumbly nodded, and turned slowly around. Trish wrapped the weight belt around Iris’ wrists, tying them together behind her back. Trish turned Iris around, and kissed her, then Iris inhaled deeply and let Trish push her beneath the surface.
Trish immediately pushed Iris’ floating wetsuited body down onto the bottom of the pool, and sat on top of Iris’ crotch, one hand pushing the girl’s wetsuit up, to expose her vagina, the other holding Iris’ body on the bottom, pushing and squeezing Iris’ breast. Iris’ hands wriggled weakly behind her back, as she felt Trish start to thrust down, Iris’ own natural buoyancy pushing her up against Trish’s body, as she ground her crotch into Iris’ vagina.
Trish’s head was above the water, so she watched – and felt – Iris’s struggle to get free of the bonds, something which amplified the feelings from her whole passion drenched body. As fast as Iris was building toward orgasm, Trish was getting there quicker. She closed her eyes, and clenched her teeth, grinding down, now leaning forward, her face barely above the water, as she used both hands to squeeze and rub and knead Iris’ breasts. Trish thrust down harder and harder with her wetsuited body, as the girl below her writhed as her muscles tightened in her pre-orgasm.
Iris’ eyes closed as she felt the heat build once again between her thighs, her lungs burning, her mind awash with passion, as Trish ground down harder and harder, and finally, the lack of oxygen carried her away, Trish hearing her muted cries even above the water. Trish cried out, too, as she stiffened in orgasm, driving herself even further into Iris’ writhing body. Iris’ body slumped, and she stopped struggling.
Trish immediately let her up, and helped her to the surface, holding Iris upright against the side of the pool, as she gasped for air and her chest heaved, and she coughed and gasped and spat out some of the water she’d accidentally swallowed. Trish used her free hand to undo Iris’ wrist restraints, and she was able to hold the edge of the pool herself.
“Oh, god, “iris said, when she could say anything at all, “that was so good. You gotta try it.”
Trish looked at Iris for a second. “OK, “ she said, “ but I wanna squeeze your breasts the whole time.”
Iris nodded. “Let me get my breath back, a bit more, then we’ll do it.”
Josie came out with Mindy, the blonde, on her arm. They watched Trish and Iris cavorting in the pool, kissing and rubbing their wetsuited bodies against one another, their hands running up and down each other’s body covered in the smooth black material.
"That was magnificent," Mindy said to Josie. "Better than I could have ever imagined." She looked back out to the pool. "How much longer do you have her?"
"Just til tomorrow night," Josie said. "Then it's back to normal -- for another week, anyway."
"She's got potential -- and she's got a new friend." They watched as Iris embraced Trish, kissing her enthusiastically, and reversed roles in their game.
Iris slowly lowered Trish’s wetsuited body down to the bottom of the pool using her weight to counteract the natural buoyancy of the wetsuit. Trish now had the goggles on, and the weight belt was around her neck, for Iris to tighten.
"Any more B&D?" asked Mindy.
"Not in the schedule," Josie said. "But --"
"You should ask Elizabeth if you can substitute something special."
Josie looked at her. "Top or bottom?"
"Oh," Mindy said, sighing, "definitely bottom. I'd like to get my revenge."
"Why not?" Josie smiled. "Can you come over to my place tomorrow?"
"How about here? After all," Mindy said, her hand running down Josie's bare back, "she's never seen my...special place before, and you haven't stayed over in ages. You can help me get set up."
Josie thought for a moment. "You have all the necessary equipment?"
"Josephine, I have everything we'll need."
The two women returned to the house, unseen by either Trish or Iris.
To Be Continued…
The hypodermic needle was connected to a large fluid filled syringe, by a long thin flexible tube. Trish looked at the Blonde as Josie started to slowly depress the plunger. The blonde‘s face tightened as she felt to cold fluid enter her breast, and Trish, who was cupping the breast, felt it slowly expand.
Josie pulled out another hypodermic needle. She showed it to the blonde, then carefully pierced her right nipple; the blonde made a grunting noise and looked wildly up into Trish's eyes as the needle pushed through.
The blonde was out of it. She let out a high-pitched scream despite the ball gag and began to buck violently against the bed.
"Time to finish it," Josie said. She went to the top of the bed and wrapped her fingers around the blonde's slender neck and tightened her grip. "Look in her eyes," Josie told Trish.
“No, let me do it my way.” Trish looked at Josie.
Josie paused and looked at Trish, “Ok”, she said , and leaned in to kiss Trish full on the mouth. “Go for it.”
Trish smiled down at the blonde, who looked up in desperation. Trish used her wetsuited knee to spread the blonde’s legs apart, then lowered her wetsuited crotch onto the girls naked vaginal lips, then started to grind her body back and forth up and down, rubbing against the blonde’s centre of pleasure. Trish leaned down and kissed the ball gag, harder and harder, sucking it onto her mouth and rolling it round, licking the blondes face, then returning to the ball gag.
Al the while Trish’s wetsuited hands are rubbing the blonde’s breasts, with the needles still deep inside, the breasts slowly swelling as Josie pumped more liquid into them. The blonde’s head rolled frantically back and forth, as she felt her passion start to mount within her vagina.
Trish’s wetsuited body was reacting to her repeated thrusting downward on the helpless blondes body…her vagina was tightening, her nipples were harder than they’d ever been, she was running with sweat, all down her face, her eyes closed.
Josie stepped behind Trish's body, and climbed on top of her rubbing her wetsuited crotch hard against Trish’s wetsuited tight ass. This drove Trish’s body down even harder onto the blonde girl’s body, the girl’s muscled spasmed and she shut her eyes, and her back arched, as she cummed hard against Trish’s body. Trish managed to control her cries as she cummed, and cummed again and again, her own body thrusting uncontrollably down onto the Blonde’s crotch and vagina.
“You’re gonna finish her?” asked Josie, in a whisper, her own chest heaving as she ran her hands up and down Trish’s shuddering wetsuited body.
Trish nodded dumbly, and then leaned forward, and pulled the mouth gag from the blondes mouth, then kissed her savagely, sucking the blonde’s tongue into her mouth, the blonde’s eyes widening, and she tried to free herself, struggling with the ropes.
Josie leaned forward to cup one of Trish’s breasts, while running her finger up and down Trish’s arse crack. Trish was well on the way to another orgasm, already. Her hips backed and she reached down, to pull the blonde’s hips up to contact her own, tighter and tighter, while still kissing the blonde. The blonde’s eyes begged for release, then Trish felt the first clenching shudders of orgasm tremble through the blonde’s body, Trish’s body ground down harder and then she pushed her wetsuited crotch in as hard as she could pulling up the blonde’s hips and vagina to meet her body as she bore down.
The Blonde cummed again, screaming into Trish’s mouth, and Trish yelled back, the two making a muffled noise, as Trish cummed again and again.
Josie could hardly get over how strong a lover Trish was. She noticed the blonde has squirted her cum all over Trish’s wetsuit crotch. It was steaming with wet slipperiness.
Trish finally broke the kiss, and struggled up, one hand covering the blonde’s mouth, to stop her crying out. “OK,” gasped Trish, “I’m ready. Keep her from talking but when I turn around and 69 her, you push her head up into my vagina. The rubber wetsuit will cut off her air, and I’ll make sure she uses up any oxygen in her blood.”
Josie nodded, and they swapped places, Josie kneeling at the blonde’s head, one knee either side, while Trish lay her full length down on the blonde’s body, her legs either side of the girl’s head. Trish lowered her mouth to the blonde’s vagina, soaked with the girl’s own cum. Josie – still with one hand over the blonde’s mouth, pushed the girl’s face up into Trish’s wetsuited crotch, the whole area covered in the blonde’s girlcum.
Trish had started licking and mouthing the blonde’s vaginal lips, and the girl struggled, her nose and mouth pressed hard against Trish’s wetsuit, cutting off the air, just as Trish had wanted. The blonde could feel the wetsuited girl licking deeper and harder, turning her head one way and then the other, to force her tongue into her body. The blonde shuddered and struggled against the feelings of ecstasy flooding her mind originating in her vagaina…all she could think of was Trish’s probing tongue, and she opened her mouth to breath, she tasted her own girlcum.
That sent the blonde over the edge, as it drained into her mouth. Her body thrust hard, trying to get air, but her head was held tight against Trish’s wetsuited crotch…the blonde orgasmed again, and again and again, and her body arched. She screamed, incoherently, as Trish sent her over the edge, the whole world spinning.
Trish cummed as she felt the vibration from the girl’s scream transmit through the wetsuit. As a last desperate bid for breath, the blonde’s teeth bit down on the vaginal lips she could feel through the thin wetsuit material. Trish screamed, in pure pleasure, as the teeth put pressure on her vagina, enough to cause her intense pleasure, but cushioned enough by the neoprene so as not to actually hurt her.
The blonde let out one more muffled cry, her eyes rolled back, and her body slumped. Her hands fluttered twice, then were still. Josie reluctantly let the woman's head fall back, then dismounted the body. Trish followed, though a lot slower. Both their chests were heaving.
After they had recovered from the passion, Josie holstered the weapon, then looked up at Trish. "Let's go," she said. "We need to cool off." Trish took one last longing glance at the woman in the bed, the blonde’s breasts much enlarged. Trish leaned forward and squeezed them both, having never seen any such breast enlargement before, then followed Josie downstairs.
The friend's name was Iris; they found her pulling off her stained swimsuit when they reached the pool. "Iris," Josie said, "this is Trish." Iris smiled and took Trish's hand. "Happy birthday," she said. She looked over at Josie. "Min probably needs some help, Josie. Why don't you let me and Trish get better acquainted?"
Josie smiled and left the two of them alone. Iris went to unbuckle Trish's equipment, "Let's get you out of that wetsuit."
“No,” Trish said, “I’m pretty hot, and I kinda like being in it.”
“Oh, OK,” grinned Iris "Well, how was it?"
"Incredible," Trish breathed.
"I know," Iris replied. She led Trish to beside the swimming pool.
Iris swayed against Trish’s side. "I watched the whole thing on a monitor." She reached behind Trish and picked up a glass. "I've masturbated three times so far on it." She smiled. "Here, drink this."
Trish finished the drink. "That was delicious," she said.
Iris pressed her body against Trish's. "Not nearly as delicious as this," she said, and kissed Trish hard on the lips. Trish responded with a ferocity she had not been aware of. Her hand slipped down between Iris's legs, and Iris moaned. "Let's play a little game, darling."
"Mmm, what's that?"
"Suffocation...you hold me under until I come."
Trish looked in her eyes. "How will I know when to let you go?"
Iris laughed. "Oh, you'll know."
“OK,” said Trish, “get into that wetsuit top I saw as I came in.”
Iris smiled and moved toward the plie of gear by one of the pool chairs, “Want to help?”
Trish grinned, and she ran her hands up and down the inside of Iris’ thighs, kissing her. “What do you think?”
Iris and Trish padded over to the wetsuit. As Iris bent down to pick up the smoothskin top, Trish quickly kneeled down behind her, and started licking her from anus to vaginal lips. She could taste the girl had cum recently, so she inserted her tongue into Iris’ body, as Iris tried not to let her legs buckle forward.
Iris groaned, and slowly lowered herself down to her knees, and her hands came around to grab Trish’s head, pulling her into Iris’ body further. Trish felt Iris tense up, and her own hand went between her wetsuited legs, rubbing furiously, the other kneading her own breast. They cummed together, Iris crying out, Trish’s face suddenly wet with Iris’ juice as she squirted her cum all over Trish. It dribbled down Trish’s neck and ran slowly down the front of her wetsuit.
Iris looked back, as Trish licked her own face clean. Trish smiled at Iris, and Iris slowly shakily got to her feet, with the wetsuit top in her hand. She thrust one arm into the sleeve, Trish helping, holding it out for her. Iris managed to pull the wetsuit up over one shoulder, her body still shuddering from the after-effects of her orgasm. Trish held the wetsuit so Iris could slide her sweaty arm into the other sleeve of the wetsuit. Trish could see what she’d done to the girl, so she squeezed Iris breasts, as Iris slowly did the wetsuit zipper up. Iris was moaning as she did, her hands shaking. She was utterly within Trish’s power.
Trish lead Iris back to the pool, and they both felt the cool water lap eagerly at their hot bodies, their nipples tightening in response to the rapid cooling, as Trish put some swim-goggles onto Iris’ face. Trish pushed Iris’ wetsuited body against the side of the pool, then took off the weight belt she was wearing. Iris looked at her curiously, as Trish pushed both of Iris’ wrists behind the girl’s wetsuited back.
Trish looked into Iris’ eyes, and kissed her, holding her chin with one hand as she held Iris’ wrists with the other. After the kiss, Iris dumbly nodded, and turned slowly around. Trish wrapped the weight belt around Iris’ wrists, tying them together behind her back. Trish turned Iris around, and kissed her, then Iris inhaled deeply and let Trish push her beneath the surface.
Trish immediately pushed Iris’ floating wetsuited body down onto the bottom of the pool, and sat on top of Iris’ crotch, one hand pushing the girl’s wetsuit up, to expose her vagina, the other holding Iris’ body on the bottom, pushing and squeezing Iris’ breast. Iris’ hands wriggled weakly behind her back, as she felt Trish start to thrust down, Iris’ own natural buoyancy pushing her up against Trish’s body, as she ground her crotch into Iris’ vagina.
Trish’s head was above the water, so she watched – and felt – Iris’s struggle to get free of the bonds, something which amplified the feelings from her whole passion drenched body. As fast as Iris was building toward orgasm, Trish was getting there quicker. She closed her eyes, and clenched her teeth, grinding down, now leaning forward, her face barely above the water, as she used both hands to squeeze and rub and knead Iris’ breasts. Trish thrust down harder and harder with her wetsuited body, as the girl below her writhed as her muscles tightened in her pre-orgasm.
Iris’ eyes closed as she felt the heat build once again between her thighs, her lungs burning, her mind awash with passion, as Trish ground down harder and harder, and finally, the lack of oxygen carried her away, Trish hearing her muted cries even above the water. Trish cried out, too, as she stiffened in orgasm, driving herself even further into Iris’ writhing body. Iris’ body slumped, and she stopped struggling.
Trish immediately let her up, and helped her to the surface, holding Iris upright against the side of the pool, as she gasped for air and her chest heaved, and she coughed and gasped and spat out some of the water she’d accidentally swallowed. Trish used her free hand to undo Iris’ wrist restraints, and she was able to hold the edge of the pool herself.
“Oh, god, “iris said, when she could say anything at all, “that was so good. You gotta try it.”
Trish looked at Iris for a second. “OK, “ she said, “ but I wanna squeeze your breasts the whole time.”
Iris nodded. “Let me get my breath back, a bit more, then we’ll do it.”
Josie came out with Mindy, the blonde, on her arm. They watched Trish and Iris cavorting in the pool, kissing and rubbing their wetsuited bodies against one another, their hands running up and down each other’s body covered in the smooth black material.
"That was magnificent," Mindy said to Josie. "Better than I could have ever imagined." She looked back out to the pool. "How much longer do you have her?"
"Just til tomorrow night," Josie said. "Then it's back to normal -- for another week, anyway."
"She's got potential -- and she's got a new friend." They watched as Iris embraced Trish, kissing her enthusiastically, and reversed roles in their game.
Iris slowly lowered Trish’s wetsuited body down to the bottom of the pool using her weight to counteract the natural buoyancy of the wetsuit. Trish now had the goggles on, and the weight belt was around her neck, for Iris to tighten.
"Any more B&D?" asked Mindy.
"Not in the schedule," Josie said. "But --"
"You should ask Elizabeth if you can substitute something special."
Josie looked at her. "Top or bottom?"
"Oh," Mindy said, sighing, "definitely bottom. I'd like to get my revenge."
"Why not?" Josie smiled. "Can you come over to my place tomorrow?"
"How about here? After all," Mindy said, her hand running down Josie's bare back, "she's never seen my...special place before, and you haven't stayed over in ages. You can help me get set up."
Josie thought for a moment. "You have all the necessary equipment?"
"Josephine, I have everything we'll need."
The two women returned to the house, unseen by either Trish or Iris.
To Be Continued…
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A half hour later, Catherine returned. "Mistress Josephine is ready for you," she said. Trish closed the book and followed her up the stairs to the master bedroom. Josie stood by the bed. She wore a jet-black, skintight rubber wetsuit, complete with neoprene gloves and boots. A large light blue weight belt encircled her thin waist, on which were attached several coils of nylon rope, a tool pouch, and a slim black holster. On the outside of her right lower leg was a pencil thin dagger held in a thick rubber scabbard.
"Undress her," Josie ordered Catherine. The maid undid the laces to Trish's dress and lifted it off of her, while Josie prepared an outfit similar to her own. Trish's undergarments were removed. She now stood nude before the other two women. While Josie watched, Catherine helped Trish into the wetsuit. It was very tight, and Catherine struggled with the front zipper. She was finally able to pull it all the way up.
Josie ran her hands over Trish. "How does the suit feel?"
"Very constricting," Trish said. "I love it!"
Catherine knelt to strap on a dagger on her leg while Josie swung a similar weight belt around Trish’s waist and buckled it tightly. Trish's belt held more coils of rope and a pair of black waterproof binoculars.
Josie stepped back. "Perfect," she said. "Catherine, have the driver come around front."
Catherine bowed and closed the door behind her.
Josie turned to Trish and pulled her close. She outlined the plan quickly. "This adventure will be a little....risky," she said. "Are you okay with this?"
For an answer, Trish covered Josie's mouth with her own, squeezing her breasts against Josie's, her hands sliding down on Josie's smooth round ass.
My God, Josie thought, she's insatiable!
Josie pulled away laughingly. "This is 'le plus delicieuse' for you, isn't it?"
Trish stood panting, her eyes locked on Josie's. She looked hungry.
Josie took her hand. "There'll be time for that later. Afterwards."
The car took them to a deserted private pier about thirty miles distant. Josie whispered instructions to the chauffeur, then they both got out and watched the car drive away. Josie caught Trish's arm. "This is very important," she said in a low voice. "You have to be absolutely quiet. Do everything I tell you."
Trish nodded, her eyes glowing in the night like a cat's. They walked down the pier to where a large Zodiac was tied. Josie went in first, then held out her hand to support Trish.
Once in, they both undid the mooring ropes, and Josie started the motor. It was an electric twin-blade engine -- very quiet. The small boat pulled away from the pier, turned south, and headed down the river. There was no other traffic that Trish could see (it was a moonless night), and except for the quiet humming of the motor, completely silent.
They travelled like that for almost an hour, Trish leaning down in front, her fingers gripping the side of the raft, Josie sitting up in the rear, handling the rudder. Josie watched with amusement as Trish's fought the urge to slide her hands between her legs, only to pull them out.
They were gliding through a private inlet off of the main Intercoastal Waterway; most of the houses were dark, but presently Josie made out a large estate about a mile ahead and off to their right, obscured by a row of hedges. She nudged Trish's leg and pointed. "There."
When they had reached the estate, Josie cut the motor and guided the craft up to the shore. The two women got out, and after Josie had secured the craft, began making their way up toward the huge house, moving between the hedges. Josie turned back to Trish and motioned her to stop and kneel. They were now on a hill overlooking the house. Fifty yards in front of them, they saw an olympic-sized swimming pool. Two women hung on the side of the pool.
Josie looked at her watch. "Good," she said, "we're right on schedule." To Trish: "Hand me your binoculars."
Josie watched the scene for a few moments, then handed the glasses back to Trish. "See the taller woman?"
Trish focused in on the pool. There was a tall blonde woman wearing a yellow thong bikini. Her friend wore a white one piece suit, her hair short, like a man's. Both had incredible bodies. As Trish watched, the friend set a drink down on the side of the pool and wrapped her legs around the blonde..
"The blonde is our...target," Josie explained. "In about fifteen minutes, she'll turn out the back lights and go in the house."
Trish, still looking through the binoculars, asked, "What about the other one?"
"I'll take care of her. The blonde is yours."
"Alright -- she's getting out now."
As Trish watched, the blonde climbed out of the pool, dried herself, and donned a silk peignoir. She said something to her friend, went to the patio, and cut the pool lights save for one underwater beam. Then she went into the house and began turning off the inside lights. The friend got out and lay down on her stomach, reposing on a large white towel by the pool. Josie moved forward, followed by Trish. They ran half- crouching to the next row of hedges, then turned left and crept silently until they were about fifteen feet from the reclining woman.
Trish was breathing hard, and not from the exertion; she watched as Josie unhooked the holster and took out her pistol. Josie looked at her. "Stay here," she whispered.
Trish watched incredulously as Josie slipped out from behind the hedges. Josie looked up at the house, then switched the safety off her gun. It made a tiny click.
The girl on the towel turned around and stood up. "Who are you?" she asked. "You're not supposed to --"
Josie squeezed the trigger. There was a quiet 'pffft', and the girl bucked backward and fell, sitting. She looked at the red stain growing on the midriff of her white suit, then back up at Josie. "Please," she moaned. "Please...."
Josie fired again; this time a blossom of red spreading on the girl's right breast. She fell back, jerked once, then was still. Josie motioned to Trish, then knelt down over the girl's body. Trish joined her from the bushes and looked into the woman's open eyes, put her fingers on her parted lips...
"Come on," Josie told her. She pulled Trish away and headed for the rear entrance. They slipped inside and stopped.
"I think I heard something," Trish said quietly. Josie handed the gun over to her. "I'll go first." She walked swiftly through the kitchen, then looked back to Trish and waved. Trish joined her and they moved up the stairs. The only light they saw came from the bottom of the closed master bedroom door. They only had to wait a few minutes before it went out. Josie leaned over and whispered into Trish's ear. Trish nodded, then went to the door, gently turned the knob, and pushed against it. The door opened without so much as a creak, and Trish slipped inside, one hand steadying the equipment on her belt, the other still holding the gun. The blonde was stretched out on a large Victorian bed, beneath a soft down comforter.
She was apparently asleep. Trish came up to the bed, lifted the heavy gun, and put her hand on the blonde's mouth. Her eyes opened wide with terror.
Trish aimed the gun at her head. "Don't make a sound," she said. She turned. "Josephine!"
Josie came in and closed the door. She went around the room, closing the windows, then nodded to Trish. Trish took her hand away from the blonde's face and threw the covers back. The woman had slipped into flimsy, tight playsuit.
The crotch was dripping wet. As Josie looked on, Trish used the rope to tie the blonde's hands and legs to each of the four posts.
The blonde looked up at Trish, her eyes begging. "Please don't," she said. "I'll give you anything --"
Trish savagely slashed her hand between the blonde's legs. Her face was set in a cruel mask. "Shut up," she hissed, and pulled on the cords. The blonde's limbs stretched out.
"Ohh, that hurts!" the blonde exclaimed.
Trish brought the end of the gun to level against the woman's chest. "One more word, and I will kill you," she said coolly. Josie took the gun from her.
"Here," she said, opening her tool pouch, "use this."
It was a ball gag. Trish took it, lifted the woman's head up from the pillow, and slipped it over her. The blonde fought it, shaking her head back and forth. Trish climbed up on the bed and mounted her. She overpowered the woman and connected the ball gag, pushing the large shiny ball deep into her mouth, then tightened it. She turned to Josie: “It's on."
Josie knelt and looked lovingly into the woman's eyes. "Scream once, and you die. Do you understand?"
The woman nodded. Josie reached over and unsheathed the stiletto dagger. She put the tip of it against the blonde's chest, caught the fabric, and cut downward, barely missing flesh. She made enough of a tear to expose her throbbing nipples. Josie took another instrument out of her pouch: A long hypodermic needle.
.
"Hold her steady," she said, cupping the blonde's left breast. She placed the tip of the needle on the side of the quivering nipple.. The instant the tip penetrated the flesh, the woman began to flail against her bonds. Trish held her down, staring into her wide-open eyes.
The hypodermic needle was connected to a large fluid filled syringe, by a long thin flexible tube. Trish looked at the Blonde as Josie started to slowly depress the plunger. The blonde‘s face tightened as she felt to cold fluid enter her breast, and Trish, who was cupping the breast, felt it slowly expand.
Josie pulled out another hypodermic needle. She showed it to the blonde, then carefully pierced her right nipple; the blonde made a grunting noise and looked wildly up into Trish's eyes as the needle pushed through.
The blonde was out of it. She let out a high-pitched scream despite the ball gag and began to buck violently against the bed.
"Time to finish it," Josie said. She went to the top of the bed and wrapped her fingers around the blonde's slender neck and tightened her grip. "Look in her eyes," Josie told Trish.
“No, let me do it my way.” Trish looked at Josie.
Josie paused and looked at Trish, “Ok”, she said , and leaned in to kiss Trish full on the mouth. “Go for it.”
Trish smiled down at the blonde, who looked up in desperation. Trish used her wetsuited knee to spread the blonde’s legs apart, then lowered her wetsuited crotch onto the girls naked vaginal lips, then started to grind her body back and forth up and down, rubbing against the blonde’s centre of pleasure. Trish leaned down and kissed the ball gag, harder and harder, sucking it onto her mouth and rolling it round, licking the blondes face, then returning to the ball gag.
Al the while Trish’s wetsuited hands are rubbing the blonde’s breasts, with the needles still deep inside, the breasts slowly swelling as Josie pumped more liquid into them. The blonde’s head rolled frantically back and forth, as she felt her passion start to mount within her vagina.
Trish’s wetsuited body was reacting to her repeated thrusting downward on the helpless blondes body…her vagina was tightening, her nipples were harder than they’d ever been, she was running with sweat, all down her face, her eyes closed.
Josie stepped behind Trish's body, and climbed on top of her rubbing her wetsuited crotch hard against Trish’s wetsuited tight ass. This drove Trish’s body down even harder onto the blonde girl’s body, the girl’s muscled spasmed and she shut her eyes, and her back arched, as she cummed hard against Trish’s body. Trish managed to control her cries as she cummed, and cummed again and again, her own body thrusting uncontrollably down onto the Blonde’s crotch and vagina.
“You’re gonna finish her?” asked Josie, in a whisper, her own chest heaving as she ran her hands up and down Trish’s shuddering wetsuited body.
Trish nodded dumbly, and then leaned forward, and pulled the mouth gag from the blondes mouth, then kissed her savagely, sucking the blonde’s tongue into her mouth, the blonde’s eyes widening, and she tried to free herself, struggling with the ropes.
Josie leaned forward to cup one of Trish’s breasts, while running her finger up and down Trish’s arse crack. Trish was well on the way to another orgasm, already. Her hips backed and she reached down, to pull the blonde’s hips up to contact her own, tighter and tighter, while still kissing the blonde. The blonde’s eyes begged for release, then Trish felt the first clenching shudders of orgasm tremble through the blonde’s body, Trish’s body ground down harder and then she pushed her wetsuited crotch in as hard as she could pulling up the blonde’s hips and vagina to meet her body as she bore down.
The Blonde cummed again, screaming into Trish’s mouth, and Trish yelled back, the two making a muffled noise, as Trish cummed again and again.
Josie could hardly get over how strong a lover Trish was. She noticed the blonde has squirted her cum all over Trish’s wetsuit crotch. It was steaming with wet slipperiness.
Trish finally broke the kiss, and struggled up, one hand covering the blonde’s mouth, to stop her crying out. “OK,” gasped Trish, “I’m ready. Keep her from talking but when I turn around and 69 her, you push her head up into my vagina. The rubber wetsuit will cut off her air, and I’ll make sure she uses up any oxygen in her blood.”
Josie nodded, and they swapped places, Josie kneeling at the blonde’s head, one knee either side, while Trish lay her full length down on the blonde’s body, her legs either side of the girl’s head. Trish lowered her mouth to the blonde’s vagina, soaked with the girl’s own cum. Josie – still with one hand over the blonde’s mouth, pushed the girl’s face up into Trish’s wetsuited crotch, the whole area covered in the blonde’s girlcum.
Trish had started licking and mouthing the blonde’s vaginal lips, and the girl struggled, her nose and mouth pressed hard against Trish’s wetsuit, cutting off the air, just as Trish had wanted. The blonde could feel the wetsuited girl licking deeper and harder, turning her head one way and then the other, to force her tongue into her body. The blonde shuddered and struggled against the feelings of ecstasy flooding her mind originating in her vagaina…all she could think of was Trish’s probing tongue, and she opened her mouth to breath, she tasted her own girlcum.
That sent the blonde over the edge, as it drained into her mouth. Her body thrust hard, trying to get air, but her head was held tight against Trish’s wetsuited crotch…the blonde orgasmed again, and again and again, and her body arched. She screamed, incoherently, as Trish sent her over the edge, the whole world spinning.
Trish cummed as she felt the vibration from the girl’s scream transmit through the wetsuit. As a last desperate bid for breath, the blonde’s teeth bit down on the vaginal lips she could feel through the thin wetsuit material. Trish screamed, in pure pleasure, as the teeth put pressure on her vagina, enough to cause her intense pleasure, but cushioned enough by the neoprene so as not to actually hurt her.
The blonde let out one more muffled cry, her eyes rolled back, and her body slumped. Her hands fluttered twice, then were still. Josie reluctantly let the woman's head fall back, then dismounted the body. Trish followed, though a lot slower. Both their chests were heaving.
After they had recovered from the passion, Josie holstered the weapon, then looked up at Trish. "Let's go," she said. "We need to cool off." Trish took one last longing glance at the woman in the bed, the blonde’s breasts much enlarged. Trish leaned forward and squeezed them both, having never seen any such breast enlargement before, then followed Josie downstairs.
The friend's name was Iris; they found her pulling off her stained swimsuit when they reached the pool. "Iris," Josie said, "this is Trish." Iris smiled and took Trish's hand. "Happy birthday," she said. She looked over at Josie. "Min probably needs some help, Josie. Why don't you let me and Trish get better acquainted?"
Josie smiled and left the two of them alone. Iris went to unbuckle Trish's equipment, "Let's get you out of that wetsuit."
“No,” Trish said, “I’m pretty hot, and I kinda like being in it.”
“Oh, OK,” grinned Iris "Well, how was it?"
"Incredible," Trish breathed.
"I know," Iris replied. She led Trish to beside the swimming pool.
Iris swayed against Trish’s side. "I watched the whole thing on a monitor." She reached behind Trish and picked up a glass. "I've masturbated three times so far on it." She smiled. "Here, drink this."
Trish finished the drink. "That was delicious," she said.
Iris pressed her body against Trish's. "Not nearly as delicious as this," she said, and kissed Trish hard on the lips. Trish responded with a ferocity she had not been aware of. Her hand slipped down between Iris's legs, and Iris moaned. "Let's play a little game, darling."
"Mmm, what's that?"
"Suffocation...you hold me under until I come."
Trish looked in her eyes. "How will I know when to let you go?"
Iris laughed. "Oh, you'll know."
“OK,” said Trish, “get into that wetsuit top I saw as I came in.”
Iris smiled and moved toward the plie of gear by one of the pool chairs, “Want to help?”
Trish grinned, and she ran her hands up and down the inside of Iris’ thighs, kissing her. “What do you think?”
Iris and Trish padded over to the wetsuit. As Iris bent down to pick up the smoothskin top, Trish quickly kneeled down behind her, and started licking her from anus to vaginal lips. She could taste the girl had cum recently, so she inserted her tongue into Iris’ body, as Iris tried not to let her legs buckle forward.
Iris groaned, and slowly lowered herself down to her knees, and her hands came around to grab Trish’s head, pulling her into Iris’ body further. Trish felt Iris tense up, and her own hand went between her wetsuited legs, rubbing furiously, the other kneading her own breast. They cummed together, Iris crying out, Trish’s face suddenly wet with Iris’ juice as she squirted her cum all over Trish. It dribbled down Trish’s neck and ran slowly down the front of her wetsuit.
Iris looked back, as Trish licked her own face clean. Trish smiled at Iris, and Iris slowly shakily got to her feet, with the wetsuit top in her hand. She thrust one arm into the sleeve, Trish helping, holding it out for her. Iris managed to pull the wetsuit up over one shoulder, her body still shuddering from the after-effects of her orgasm. Trish held the wetsuit so Iris could slide her sweaty arm into the other sleeve of the wetsuit. Trish could see what she’d done to the girl, so she squeezed Iris breasts, as Iris slowly did the wetsuit zipper up. Iris was moaning as she did, her hands shaking. She was utterly within Trish’s power.
Trish lead Iris back to the pool, and they both felt the cool water lap eagerly at their hot bodies, their nipples tightening in response to the rapid cooling, as Trish put some swim-goggles onto Iris’ face. Trish pushed Iris’ wetsuited body against the side of the pool, then took off the weight belt she was wearing. Iris looked at her curiously, as Trish pushed both of Iris’ wrists behind the girl’s wetsuited back.
Trish looked into Iris’ eyes, and kissed her, holding her chin with one hand as she held Iris’ wrists with the other. After the kiss, Iris dumbly nodded, and turned slowly around. Trish wrapped the weight belt around Iris’ wrists, tying them together behind her back. Trish turned Iris around, and kissed her, then Iris inhaled deeply and let Trish push her beneath the surface.
Trish immediately pushed Iris’ floating wetsuited body down onto the bottom of the pool, and sat on top of Iris’ crotch, one hand pushing the girl’s wetsuit up, to expose her vagina, the other holding Iris’ body on the bottom, pushing and squeezing Iris’ breast. Iris’ hands wriggled weakly behind her back, as she felt Trish start to thrust down, Iris’ own natural buoyancy pushing her up against Trish’s body, as she ground her crotch into Iris’ vagina.
Trish’s head was above the water, so she watched – and felt – Iris’s struggle to get free of the bonds, something which amplified the feelings from her whole passion drenched body. As fast as Iris was building toward orgasm, Trish was getting there quicker. She closed her eyes, and clenched her teeth, grinding down, now leaning forward, her face barely above the water, as she used both hands to squeeze and rub and knead Iris’ breasts. Trish thrust down harder and harder with her wetsuited body, as the girl below her writhed as her muscles tightened in her pre-orgasm.
Iris’ eyes closed as she felt the heat build once again between her thighs, her lungs burning, her mind awash with passion, as Trish ground down harder and harder, and finally, the lack of oxygen carried her away, Trish hearing her muted cries even above the water. Trish cried out, too, as she stiffened in orgasm, driving herself even further into Iris’ writhing body. Iris’ body slumped, and she stopped struggling.
Trish immediately let her up, and helped her to the surface, holding Iris upright against the side of the pool, as she gasped for air and her chest heaved, and she coughed and gasped and spat out some of the water she’d accidentally swallowed. Trish used her free hand to undo Iris’ wrist restraints, and she was able to hold the edge of the pool herself.
“Oh, god, “iris said, when she could say anything at all, “that was so good. You gotta try it.”
Trish looked at Iris for a second. “OK, “ she said, “ but I wanna squeeze your breasts the whole time.”
Iris nodded. “Let me get my breath back, a bit more, then we’ll do it.”
Josie came out with Mindy, the blonde, on her arm. They watched Trish and Iris cavorting in the pool, kissing and rubbing their wetsuited bodies against one another, their hands running up and down each other’s body covered in the smooth black material.
"That was magnificent," Mindy said to Josie. "Better than I could have ever imagined." She looked back out to the pool. "How much longer do you have her?"
"Just til tomorrow night," Josie said. "Then it's back to normal -- for another week, anyway."
"She's got potential -- and she's got a new friend." They watched as Iris embraced Trish, kissing her enthusiastically, and reversed roles in their game.
Iris slowly lowered Trish’s wetsuited body down to the bottom of the pool using her weight to counteract the natural buoyancy of the wetsuit. Trish now had the goggles on, and the weight belt was around her neck, for Iris to tighten.
"Any more B&D?" asked Mindy.
"Not in the schedule," Josie said. "But --"
"You should ask Elizabeth if you can substitute something special."
Josie looked at her. "Top or bottom?"
"Oh," Mindy said, sighing, "definitely bottom. I'd like to get my revenge."
"Why not?" Josie smiled. "Can you come over to my place tomorrow?"
"How about here? After all," Mindy said, her hand running down Josie's bare back, "she's never seen my...special place before, and you haven't stayed over in ages. You can help me get set up."
Josie thought for a moment. "You have all the necessary equipment?"
"Josephine, I have everything we'll need."
The two women returned to the house, unseen by either Trish or Iris.
To Be Continued…
The hypodermic needle was connected to a large fluid filled syringe, by a long thin flexible tube. Trish looked at the Blonde as Josie started to slowly depress the plunger. The blonde‘s face tightened as she felt to cold fluid enter her breast, and Trish, who was cupping the breast, felt it slowly expand.
Josie pulled out another hypodermic needle. She showed it to the blonde, then carefully pierced her right nipple; the blonde made a grunting noise and looked wildly up into Trish's eyes as the needle pushed through.
The blonde was out of it. She let out a high-pitched scream despite the ball gag and began to buck violently against the bed.
"Time to finish it," Josie said. She went to the top of the bed and wrapped her fingers around the blonde's slender neck and tightened her grip. "Look in her eyes," Josie told Trish.
“No, let me do it my way.” Trish looked at Josie.
Josie paused and looked at Trish, “Ok”, she said , and leaned in to kiss Trish full on the mouth. “Go for it.”
Trish smiled down at the blonde, who looked up in desperation. Trish used her wetsuited knee to spread the blonde’s legs apart, then lowered her wetsuited crotch onto the girls naked vaginal lips, then started to grind her body back and forth up and down, rubbing against the blonde’s centre of pleasure. Trish leaned down and kissed the ball gag, harder and harder, sucking it onto her mouth and rolling it round, licking the blondes face, then returning to the ball gag.
Al the while Trish’s wetsuited hands are rubbing the blonde’s breasts, with the needles still deep inside, the breasts slowly swelling as Josie pumped more liquid into them. The blonde’s head rolled frantically back and forth, as she felt her passion start to mount within her vagina.
Trish’s wetsuited body was reacting to her repeated thrusting downward on the helpless blondes body…her vagina was tightening, her nipples were harder than they’d ever been, she was running with sweat, all down her face, her eyes closed.
Josie stepped behind Trish's body, and climbed on top of her rubbing her wetsuited crotch hard against Trish’s wetsuited tight ass. This drove Trish’s body down even harder onto the blonde girl’s body, the girl’s muscled spasmed and she shut her eyes, and her back arched, as she cummed hard against Trish’s body. Trish managed to control her cries as she cummed, and cummed again and again, her own body thrusting uncontrollably down onto the Blonde’s crotch and vagina.
“You’re gonna finish her?” asked Josie, in a whisper, her own chest heaving as she ran her hands up and down Trish’s shuddering wetsuited body.
Trish nodded dumbly, and then leaned forward, and pulled the mouth gag from the blondes mouth, then kissed her savagely, sucking the blonde’s tongue into her mouth, the blonde’s eyes widening, and she tried to free herself, struggling with the ropes.
Josie leaned forward to cup one of Trish’s breasts, while running her finger up and down Trish’s arse crack. Trish was well on the way to another orgasm, already. Her hips backed and she reached down, to pull the blonde’s hips up to contact her own, tighter and tighter, while still kissing the blonde. The blonde’s eyes begged for release, then Trish felt the first clenching shudders of orgasm tremble through the blonde’s body, Trish’s body ground down harder and then she pushed her wetsuited crotch in as hard as she could pulling up the blonde’s hips and vagina to meet her body as she bore down.
The Blonde cummed again, screaming into Trish’s mouth, and Trish yelled back, the two making a muffled noise, as Trish cummed again and again.
Josie could hardly get over how strong a lover Trish was. She noticed the blonde has squirted her cum all over Trish’s wetsuit crotch. It was steaming with wet slipperiness.
Trish finally broke the kiss, and struggled up, one hand covering the blonde’s mouth, to stop her crying out. “OK,” gasped Trish, “I’m ready. Keep her from talking but when I turn around and 69 her, you push her head up into my vagina. The rubber wetsuit will cut off her air, and I’ll make sure she uses up any oxygen in her blood.”
Josie nodded, and they swapped places, Josie kneeling at the blonde’s head, one knee either side, while Trish lay her full length down on the blonde’s body, her legs either side of the girl’s head. Trish lowered her mouth to the blonde’s vagina, soaked with the girl’s own cum. Josie – still with one hand over the blonde’s mouth, pushed the girl’s face up into Trish’s wetsuited crotch, the whole area covered in the blonde’s girlcum.
Trish had started licking and mouthing the blonde’s vaginal lips, and the girl struggled, her nose and mouth pressed hard against Trish’s wetsuit, cutting off the air, just as Trish had wanted. The blonde could feel the wetsuited girl licking deeper and harder, turning her head one way and then the other, to force her tongue into her body. The blonde shuddered and struggled against the feelings of ecstasy flooding her mind originating in her vagaina…all she could think of was Trish’s probing tongue, and she opened her mouth to breath, she tasted her own girlcum.
That sent the blonde over the edge, as it drained into her mouth. Her body thrust hard, trying to get air, but her head was held tight against Trish’s wetsuited crotch…the blonde orgasmed again, and again and again, and her body arched. She screamed, incoherently, as Trish sent her over the edge, the whole world spinning.
Trish cummed as she felt the vibration from the girl’s scream transmit through the wetsuit. As a last desperate bid for breath, the blonde’s teeth bit down on the vaginal lips she could feel through the thin wetsuit material. Trish screamed, in pure pleasure, as the teeth put pressure on her vagina, enough to cause her intense pleasure, but cushioned enough by the neoprene so as not to actually hurt her.
The blonde let out one more muffled cry, her eyes rolled back, and her body slumped. Her hands fluttered twice, then were still. Josie reluctantly let the woman's head fall back, then dismounted the body. Trish followed, though a lot slower. Both their chests were heaving.
After they had recovered from the passion, Josie holstered the weapon, then looked up at Trish. "Let's go," she said. "We need to cool off." Trish took one last longing glance at the woman in the bed, the blonde’s breasts much enlarged. Trish leaned forward and squeezed them both, having never seen any such breast enlargement before, then followed Josie downstairs.
The friend's name was Iris; they found her pulling off her stained swimsuit when they reached the pool. "Iris," Josie said, "this is Trish." Iris smiled and took Trish's hand. "Happy birthday," she said. She looked over at Josie. "Min probably needs some help, Josie. Why don't you let me and Trish get better acquainted?"
Josie smiled and left the two of them alone. Iris went to unbuckle Trish's equipment, "Let's get you out of that wetsuit."
“No,” Trish said, “I’m pretty hot, and I kinda like being in it.”
“Oh, OK,” grinned Iris "Well, how was it?"
"Incredible," Trish breathed.
"I know," Iris replied. She led Trish to beside the swimming pool.
Iris swayed against Trish’s side. "I watched the whole thing on a monitor." She reached behind Trish and picked up a glass. "I've masturbated three times so far on it." She smiled. "Here, drink this."
Trish finished the drink. "That was delicious," she said.
Iris pressed her body against Trish's. "Not nearly as delicious as this," she said, and kissed Trish hard on the lips. Trish responded with a ferocity she had not been aware of. Her hand slipped down between Iris's legs, and Iris moaned. "Let's play a little game, darling."
"Mmm, what's that?"
"Suffocation...you hold me under until I come."
Trish looked in her eyes. "How will I know when to let you go?"
Iris laughed. "Oh, you'll know."
“OK,” said Trish, “get into that wetsuit top I saw as I came in.”
Iris smiled and moved toward the plie of gear by one of the pool chairs, “Want to help?”
Trish grinned, and she ran her hands up and down the inside of Iris’ thighs, kissing her. “What do you think?”
Iris and Trish padded over to the wetsuit. As Iris bent down to pick up the smoothskin top, Trish quickly kneeled down behind her, and started licking her from anus to vaginal lips. She could taste the girl had cum recently, so she inserted her tongue into Iris’ body, as Iris tried not to let her legs buckle forward.
Iris groaned, and slowly lowered herself down to her knees, and her hands came around to grab Trish’s head, pulling her into Iris’ body further. Trish felt Iris tense up, and her own hand went between her wetsuited legs, rubbing furiously, the other kneading her own breast. They cummed together, Iris crying out, Trish’s face suddenly wet with Iris’ juice as she squirted her cum all over Trish. It dribbled down Trish’s neck and ran slowly down the front of her wetsuit.
Iris looked back, as Trish licked her own face clean. Trish smiled at Iris, and Iris slowly shakily got to her feet, with the wetsuit top in her hand. She thrust one arm into the sleeve, Trish helping, holding it out for her. Iris managed to pull the wetsuit up over one shoulder, her body still shuddering from the after-effects of her orgasm. Trish held the wetsuit so Iris could slide her sweaty arm into the other sleeve of the wetsuit. Trish could see what she’d done to the girl, so she squeezed Iris breasts, as Iris slowly did the wetsuit zipper up. Iris was moaning as she did, her hands shaking. She was utterly within Trish’s power.
Trish lead Iris back to the pool, and they both felt the cool water lap eagerly at their hot bodies, their nipples tightening in response to the rapid cooling, as Trish put some swim-goggles onto Iris’ face. Trish pushed Iris’ wetsuited body against the side of the pool, then took off the weight belt she was wearing. Iris looked at her curiously, as Trish pushed both of Iris’ wrists behind the girl’s wetsuited back.
Trish looked into Iris’ eyes, and kissed her, holding her chin with one hand as she held Iris’ wrists with the other. After the kiss, Iris dumbly nodded, and turned slowly around. Trish wrapped the weight belt around Iris’ wrists, tying them together behind her back. Trish turned Iris around, and kissed her, then Iris inhaled deeply and let Trish push her beneath the surface.
Trish immediately pushed Iris’ floating wetsuited body down onto the bottom of the pool, and sat on top of Iris’ crotch, one hand pushing the girl’s wetsuit up, to expose her vagina, the other holding Iris’ body on the bottom, pushing and squeezing Iris’ breast. Iris’ hands wriggled weakly behind her back, as she felt Trish start to thrust down, Iris’ own natural buoyancy pushing her up against Trish’s body, as she ground her crotch into Iris’ vagina.
Trish’s head was above the water, so she watched – and felt – Iris’s struggle to get free of the bonds, something which amplified the feelings from her whole passion drenched body. As fast as Iris was building toward orgasm, Trish was getting there quicker. She closed her eyes, and clenched her teeth, grinding down, now leaning forward, her face barely above the water, as she used both hands to squeeze and rub and knead Iris’ breasts. Trish thrust down harder and harder with her wetsuited body, as the girl below her writhed as her muscles tightened in her pre-orgasm.
Iris’ eyes closed as she felt the heat build once again between her thighs, her lungs burning, her mind awash with passion, as Trish ground down harder and harder, and finally, the lack of oxygen carried her away, Trish hearing her muted cries even above the water. Trish cried out, too, as she stiffened in orgasm, driving herself even further into Iris’ writhing body. Iris’ body slumped, and she stopped struggling.
Trish immediately let her up, and helped her to the surface, holding Iris upright against the side of the pool, as she gasped for air and her chest heaved, and she coughed and gasped and spat out some of the water she’d accidentally swallowed. Trish used her free hand to undo Iris’ wrist restraints, and she was able to hold the edge of the pool herself.
“Oh, god, “iris said, when she could say anything at all, “that was so good. You gotta try it.”
Trish looked at Iris for a second. “OK, “ she said, “ but I wanna squeeze your breasts the whole time.”
Iris nodded. “Let me get my breath back, a bit more, then we’ll do it.”
Josie came out with Mindy, the blonde, on her arm. They watched Trish and Iris cavorting in the pool, kissing and rubbing their wetsuited bodies against one another, their hands running up and down each other’s body covered in the smooth black material.
"That was magnificent," Mindy said to Josie. "Better than I could have ever imagined." She looked back out to the pool. "How much longer do you have her?"
"Just til tomorrow night," Josie said. "Then it's back to normal -- for another week, anyway."
"She's got potential -- and she's got a new friend." They watched as Iris embraced Trish, kissing her enthusiastically, and reversed roles in their game.
Iris slowly lowered Trish’s wetsuited body down to the bottom of the pool using her weight to counteract the natural buoyancy of the wetsuit. Trish now had the goggles on, and the weight belt was around her neck, for Iris to tighten.
"Any more B&D?" asked Mindy.
"Not in the schedule," Josie said. "But --"
"You should ask Elizabeth if you can substitute something special."
Josie looked at her. "Top or bottom?"
"Oh," Mindy said, sighing, "definitely bottom. I'd like to get my revenge."
"Why not?" Josie smiled. "Can you come over to my place tomorrow?"
"How about here? After all," Mindy said, her hand running down Josie's bare back, "she's never seen my...special place before, and you haven't stayed over in ages. You can help me get set up."
Josie thought for a moment. "You have all the necessary equipment?"
"Josephine, I have everything we'll need."
The two women returned to the house, unseen by either Trish or Iris.
To Be Continued…
The hypodermic needle was connected to a large fluid filled syringe, by a long thin flexible tube. Trish looked at the Blonde as Josie started to slowly depress the plunger. The blonde‘s face tightened as she felt to cold fluid enter her breast, and Trish, who was cupping the breast, felt it slowly expand.
Josie pulled out another hypodermic needle. She showed it to the blonde, then carefully pierced her right nipple; the blonde made a grunting noise and looked wildly up into Trish's eyes as the needle pushed through.
The blonde was out of it. She let out a high-pitched scream despite the ball gag and began to buck violently against the bed.
"Time to finish it," Josie said. She went to the top of the bed and wrapped her fingers around the blonde's slender neck and tightened her grip. "Look in her eyes," Josie told Trish.
“No, let me do it my way.” Trish looked at Josie.
Josie paused and looked at Trish, “Ok”, she said , and leaned in to kiss Trish full on the mouth. “Go for it.”
Trish smiled down at the blonde, who looked up in desperation. Trish used her wetsuited knee to spread the blonde’s legs apart, then lowered her wetsuited crotch onto the girls naked vaginal lips, then started to grind her body back and forth up and down, rubbing against the blonde’s centre of pleasure. Trish leaned down and kissed the ball gag, harder and harder, sucking it onto her mouth and rolling it round, licking the blondes face, then returning to the ball gag.
Al the while Trish’s wetsuited hands are rubbing the blonde’s breasts, with the needles still deep inside, the breasts slowly swelling as Josie pumped more liquid into them. The blonde’s head rolled frantically back and forth, as she felt her passion start to mount within her vagina.
Trish’s wetsuited body was reacting to her repeated thrusting downward on the helpless blondes body…her vagina was tightening, her nipples were harder than they’d ever been, she was running with sweat, all down her face, her eyes closed.
Josie stepped behind Trish's body, and climbed on top of her rubbing her wetsuited crotch hard against Trish’s wetsuited tight ass. This drove Trish’s body down even harder onto the blonde girl’s body, the girl’s muscled spasmed and she shut her eyes, and her back arched, as she cummed hard against Trish’s body. Trish managed to control her cries as she cummed, and cummed again and again, her own body thrusting uncontrollably down onto the Blonde’s crotch and vagina.
“You’re gonna finish her?” asked Josie, in a whisper, her own chest heaving as she ran her hands up and down Trish’s shuddering wetsuited body.
Trish nodded dumbly, and then leaned forward, and pulled the mouth gag from the blondes mouth, then kissed her savagely, sucking the blonde’s tongue into her mouth, the blonde’s eyes widening, and she tried to free herself, struggling with the ropes.
Josie leaned forward to cup one of Trish’s breasts, while running her finger up and down Trish’s arse crack. Trish was well on the way to another orgasm, already. Her hips backed and she reached down, to pull the blonde’s hips up to contact her own, tighter and tighter, while still kissing the blonde. The blonde’s eyes begged for release, then Trish felt the first clenching shudders of orgasm tremble through the blonde’s body, Trish’s body ground down harder and then she pushed her wetsuited crotch in as hard as she could pulling up the blonde’s hips and vagina to meet her body as she bore down.
The Blonde cummed again, screaming into Trish’s mouth, and Trish yelled back, the two making a muffled noise, as Trish cummed again and again.
Josie could hardly get over how strong a lover Trish was. She noticed the blonde has squirted her cum all over Trish’s wetsuit crotch. It was steaming with wet slipperiness.
Trish finally broke the kiss, and struggled up, one hand covering the blonde’s mouth, to stop her crying out. “OK,” gasped Trish, “I’m ready. Keep her from talking but when I turn around and 69 her, you push her head up into my vagina. The rubber wetsuit will cut off her air, and I’ll make sure she uses up any oxygen in her blood.”
Josie nodded, and they swapped places, Josie kneeling at the blonde’s head, one knee either side, while Trish lay her full length down on the blonde’s body, her legs either side of the girl’s head. Trish lowered her mouth to the blonde’s vagina, soaked with the girl’s own cum. Josie – still with one hand over the blonde’s mouth, pushed the girl’s face up into Trish’s wetsuited crotch, the whole area covered in the blonde’s girlcum.
Trish had started licking and mouthing the blonde’s vaginal lips, and the girl struggled, her nose and mouth pressed hard against Trish’s wetsuit, cutting off the air, just as Trish had wanted. The blonde could feel the wetsuited girl licking deeper and harder, turning her head one way and then the other, to force her tongue into her body. The blonde shuddered and struggled against the feelings of ecstasy flooding her mind originating in her vagaina…all she could think of was Trish’s probing tongue, and she opened her mouth to breath, she tasted her own girlcum.
That sent the blonde over the edge, as it drained into her mouth. Her body thrust hard, trying to get air, but her head was held tight against Trish’s wetsuited crotch…the blonde orgasmed again, and again and again, and her body arched. She screamed, incoherently, as Trish sent her over the edge, the whole world spinning.
Trish cummed as she felt the vibration from the girl’s scream transmit through the wetsuit. As a last desperate bid for breath, the blonde’s teeth bit down on the vaginal lips she could feel through the thin wetsuit material. Trish screamed, in pure pleasure, as the teeth put pressure on her vagina, enough to cause her intense pleasure, but cushioned enough by the neoprene so as not to actually hurt her.
The blonde let out one more muffled cry, her eyes rolled back, and her body slumped. Her hands fluttered twice, then were still. Josie reluctantly let the woman's head fall back, then dismounted the body. Trish followed, though a lot slower. Both their chests were heaving.
After they had recovered from the passion, Josie holstered the weapon, then looked up at Trish. "Let's go," she said. "We need to cool off." Trish took one last longing glance at the woman in the bed, the blonde’s breasts much enlarged. Trish leaned forward and squeezed them both, having never seen any such breast enlargement before, then followed Josie downstairs.
The friend's name was Iris; they found her pulling off her stained swimsuit when they reached the pool. "Iris," Josie said, "this is Trish." Iris smiled and took Trish's hand. "Happy birthday," she said. She looked over at Josie. "Min probably needs some help, Josie. Why don't you let me and Trish get better acquainted?"
Josie smiled and left the two of them alone. Iris went to unbuckle Trish's equipment, "Let's get you out of that wetsuit."
“No,” Trish said, “I’m pretty hot, and I kinda like being in it.”
“Oh, OK,” grinned Iris "Well, how was it?"
"Incredible," Trish breathed.
"I know," Iris replied. She led Trish to beside the swimming pool.
Iris swayed against Trish’s side. "I watched the whole thing on a monitor." She reached behind Trish and picked up a glass. "I've masturbated three times so far on it." She smiled. "Here, drink this."
Trish finished the drink. "That was delicious," she said.
Iris pressed her body against Trish's. "Not nearly as delicious as this," she said, and kissed Trish hard on the lips. Trish responded with a ferocity she had not been aware of. Her hand slipped down between Iris's legs, and Iris moaned. "Let's play a little game, darling."
"Mmm, what's that?"
"Suffocation...you hold me under until I come."
Trish looked in her eyes. "How will I know when to let you go?"
Iris laughed. "Oh, you'll know."
“OK,” said Trish, “get into that wetsuit top I saw as I came in.”
Iris smiled and moved toward the plie of gear by one of the pool chairs, “Want to help?”
Trish grinned, and she ran her hands up and down the inside of Iris’ thighs, kissing her. “What do you think?”
Iris and Trish padded over to the wetsuit. As Iris bent down to pick up the smoothskin top, Trish quickly kneeled down behind her, and started licking her from anus to vaginal lips. She could taste the girl had cum recently, so she inserted her tongue into Iris’ body, as Iris tried not to let her legs buckle forward.
Iris groaned, and slowly lowered herself down to her knees, and her hands came around to grab Trish’s head, pulling her into Iris’ body further. Trish felt Iris tense up, and her own hand went between her wetsuited legs, rubbing furiously, the other kneading her own breast. They cummed together, Iris crying out, Trish’s face suddenly wet with Iris’ juice as she squirted her cum all over Trish. It dribbled down Trish’s neck and ran slowly down the front of her wetsuit.
Iris looked back, as Trish licked her own face clean. Trish smiled at Iris, and Iris slowly shakily got to her feet, with the wetsuit top in her hand. She thrust one arm into the sleeve, Trish helping, holding it out for her. Iris managed to pull the wetsuit up over one shoulder, her body still shuddering from the after-effects of her orgasm. Trish held the wetsuit so Iris could slide her sweaty arm into the other sleeve of the wetsuit. Trish could see what she’d done to the girl, so she squeezed Iris breasts, as Iris slowly did the wetsuit zipper up. Iris was moaning as she did, her hands shaking. She was utterly within Trish’s power.
Trish lead Iris back to the pool, and they both felt the cool water lap eagerly at their hot bodies, their nipples tightening in response to the rapid cooling, as Trish put some swim-goggles onto Iris’ face. Trish pushed Iris’ wetsuited body against the side of the pool, then took off the weight belt she was wearing. Iris looked at her curiously, as Trish pushed both of Iris’ wrists behind the girl’s wetsuited back.
Trish looked into Iris’ eyes, and kissed her, holding her chin with one hand as she held Iris’ wrists with the other. After the kiss, Iris dumbly nodded, and turned slowly around. Trish wrapped the weight belt around Iris’ wrists, tying them together behind her back. Trish turned Iris around, and kissed her, then Iris inhaled deeply and let Trish push her beneath the surface.
Trish immediately pushed Iris’ floating wetsuited body down onto the bottom of the pool, and sat on top of Iris’ crotch, one hand pushing the girl’s wetsuit up, to expose her vagina, the other holding Iris’ body on the bottom, pushing and squeezing Iris’ breast. Iris’ hands wriggled weakly behind her back, as she felt Trish start to thrust down, Iris’ own natural buoyancy pushing her up against Trish’s body, as she ground her crotch into Iris’ vagina.
Trish’s head was above the water, so she watched – and felt – Iris’s struggle to get free of the bonds, something which amplified the feelings from her whole passion drenched body. As fast as Iris was building toward orgasm, Trish was getting there quicker. She closed her eyes, and clenched her teeth, grinding down, now leaning forward, her face barely above the water, as she used both hands to squeeze and rub and knead Iris’ breasts. Trish thrust down harder and harder with her wetsuited body, as the girl below her writhed as her muscles tightened in her pre-orgasm.
Iris’ eyes closed as she felt the heat build once again between her thighs, her lungs burning, her mind awash with passion, as Trish ground down harder and harder, and finally, the lack of oxygen carried her away, Trish hearing her muted cries even above the water. Trish cried out, too, as she stiffened in orgasm, driving herself even further into Iris’ writhing body. Iris’ body slumped, and she stopped struggling.
Trish immediately let her up, and helped her to the surface, holding Iris upright against the side of the pool, as she gasped for air and her chest heaved, and she coughed and gasped and spat out some of the water she’d accidentally swallowed. Trish used her free hand to undo Iris’ wrist restraints, and she was able to hold the edge of the pool herself.
“Oh, god, “iris said, when she could say anything at all, “that was so good. You gotta try it.”
Trish looked at Iris for a second. “OK, “ she said, “ but I wanna squeeze your breasts the whole time.”
Iris nodded. “Let me get my breath back, a bit more, then we’ll do it.”
Josie came out with Mindy, the blonde, on her arm. They watched Trish and Iris cavorting in the pool, kissing and rubbing their wetsuited bodies against one another, their hands running up and down each other’s body covered in the smooth black material.
"That was magnificent," Mindy said to Josie. "Better than I could have ever imagined." She looked back out to the pool. "How much longer do you have her?"
"Just til tomorrow night," Josie said. "Then it's back to normal -- for another week, anyway."
"She's got potential -- and she's got a new friend." They watched as Iris embraced Trish, kissing her enthusiastically, and reversed roles in their game.
Iris slowly lowered Trish’s wetsuited body down to the bottom of the pool using her weight to counteract the natural buoyancy of the wetsuit. Trish now had the goggles on, and the weight belt was around her neck, for Iris to tighten.
"Any more B&D?" asked Mindy.
"Not in the schedule," Josie said. "But --"
"You should ask Elizabeth if you can substitute something special."
Josie looked at her. "Top or bottom?"
"Oh," Mindy said, sighing, "definitely bottom. I'd like to get my revenge."
"Why not?" Josie smiled. "Can you come over to my place tomorrow?"
"How about here? After all," Mindy said, her hand running down Josie's bare back, "she's never seen my...special place before, and you haven't stayed over in ages. You can help me get set up."
Josie thought for a moment. "You have all the necessary equipment?"
"Josephine, I have everything we'll need."
The two women returned to the house, unseen by either Trish or Iris.
To Be Continued…
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redblooded
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Taking th piss out of I.T - only leaves it with 'T' I know a few that can relate tothe glass being the wrong size - me!!!
I know a few that can relate tothe glass being the wrong size - me!!! 
AzureSky
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well everyone I'm out of here..for tonight..It has been a horrid week and now I have to get to Melb my sister in law is very ill..However have laptop will travel
So Ladybird
can I have a pm pleeeease
Dragonette
Hope the eyes are better today
Maree
~whistle~...tre chic
Ozzie Buzz
~soft poke in the ribs~
Redblooded
You sitting there naked again??
Ozsteamer
where is my salad??
QuickDuck
Be good
see you all soon
Special kiss for a special guy
So Ladybird
can I have a pm pleeeease
Dragonette
Hope the eyes are better today
Maree
~whistle~...tre chic
Ozzie Buzz
~soft poke in the ribs~
Redblooded
You sitting there naked again??
Ozsteamer
where is my salad??
QuickDuck
Be good
see you all soon
Special kiss for a special guy
cherrylips_au
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Hi all again
Azure I hope everything is ok, your luck has to change soon.
Just thought I would try to lighten the mood a little since frogs had been mentioned earlier I hope the other females enjoy.
Sorry guys you might like the next one.
A Fairytale for Women of the 21st Century.
Once upon a time in a land far away a beautiful, independent, self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat contemplating ecological issues in a verdant meadow near her castle.
The frog happened into the princess' lap and said: "Elegant Lady, I was a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me. One kiss from you, however and I will turn back into the dapper, young prince that I am and then, my sweet, we can marry and set up house in your castle with my mother, where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy doing so."
That night, as the princess dined sumptuously on a repast of slightly sauteed frogs legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled and thought to herself,
"I don't f**king think so !"
Azure I hope everything is ok, your luck has to change soon.
Just thought I would try to lighten the mood a little since frogs had been mentioned earlier I hope the other females enjoy.
Sorry guys you might like the next one.
A Fairytale for Women of the 21st Century.
Once upon a time in a land far away a beautiful, independent, self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat contemplating ecological issues in a verdant meadow near her castle.
The frog happened into the princess' lap and said: "Elegant Lady, I was a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me. One kiss from you, however and I will turn back into the dapper, young prince that I am and then, my sweet, we can marry and set up house in your castle with my mother, where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy doing so."
That night, as the princess dined sumptuously on a repast of slightly sauteed frogs legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled and thought to herself,
"I don't f**king think so !"
cherrylips_au
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Ok this one isn't quite up to the standard of poems on this site but a bit of fun .
Aussie Love Poem
Of Course I Love Ya Darling
your a bloody top notch bird
and when I say ur gorgeous
I mean every single word.
So ya bum is on the big side
I don't mind a bit of flab
It means that when I'm ready
there's somethin there to grab.
So your belly isn't flat no more
I tell ya, I don't care
So long as when I cuddle ya
I can get my arms around there.
No shelia who is your age
has nice round perky breasts
they just gave into gravity
but I know ya did ya best.
I'm tellin ya the truth now
I never tell ya lies
I think it's very sexy
that you've got dimples on ya thighs.
I swear on me Nannas grave now
the moment that we met
I thought u was as good as
I was ever gonna get.
No matter wot u look like
I'll always love ya dear
now shut up while the footy's on
and get me another beer!
Author Unknown.
Hoping no one took any offense, I think it shows the Aussie humour very well and thought I would share it with you all.
Aussie Love Poem
Of Course I Love Ya Darling
your a bloody top notch bird
and when I say ur gorgeous
I mean every single word.
So ya bum is on the big side
I don't mind a bit of flab
It means that when I'm ready
there's somethin there to grab.
So your belly isn't flat no more
I tell ya, I don't care
So long as when I cuddle ya
I can get my arms around there.
No shelia who is your age
has nice round perky breasts
they just gave into gravity
but I know ya did ya best.
I'm tellin ya the truth now
I never tell ya lies
I think it's very sexy
that you've got dimples on ya thighs.
I swear on me Nannas grave now
the moment that we met
I thought u was as good as
I was ever gonna get.
No matter wot u look like
I'll always love ya dear
now shut up while the footy's on
and get me another beer!
Author Unknown.
Hoping no one took any offense, I think it shows the Aussie humour very well and thought I would share it with you all.
G
Guest
Guest
Take care Az - Hope your sister in law gets through OK
Cherrylips - I think the poems would go down (pardon the pun) very well on some of the other threads. Never fancied frogs legs myself - now I know why......lol
Cherrylips - I think the poems would go down (pardon the pun) very well on some of the other threads. Never fancied frogs legs myself - now I know why......lol
Ozzie Buzz
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azure the real question is HOW are you poking me in the ribs ...shaggadelic baby
Ladybird
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*Waving*
Hello again everyone..
AzureSky I hope all goes well for you hon, it must be a big worry. I'll keep your sister-in-law in my thoughts and prayers..
Maree, it must be such a relief to be without the headaches.. I have to reinforce what QuickDuck said though hon.. try and rest.. you really do sound worn out.
Cherrylips I loved that poem!! I've taken a copy and emailed to some friends of mine!
ok.. would anyone who's not in the IT industry please raise their hand? Hmm... looking around here I can't see too many hands in the air!!
Well, I've had a wonderful afternoon my friends. I met someone very special, and we had a lovely erotic time together... <sigh>
http://www.caravantraveltalk.com/images/couple3.jpg
Hello again everyone..
AzureSky I hope all goes well for you hon, it must be a big worry. I'll keep your sister-in-law in my thoughts and prayers..
Maree, it must be such a relief to be without the headaches.. I have to reinforce what QuickDuck said though hon.. try and rest.. you really do sound worn out.
Cherrylips I loved that poem!! I've taken a copy and emailed to some friends of mine!
ok.. would anyone who's not in the IT industry please raise their hand? Hmm... looking around here I can't see too many hands in the air!!
Well, I've had a wonderful afternoon my friends. I met someone very special, and we had a lovely erotic time together... <sigh>
http://www.caravantraveltalk.com/images/couple3.jpg
QuickDuck
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/wave to everyone before i head off to bed.
Azure, i really hope it all goes well for your sister-in-law, brother and yourself.
you have had a horrid week but with a little bit of luck, the next one will be alot better.
Cherry, i shall have to call in the union since you have stolen my job.... and done it VERY well too i might add
Just be ready for a picket line of ducks infront of your keyboard tomorrow
LB, what can i say appart from the most obvious "WOOHOO!!!!!!!"
Take care all and remember tomorrow is POETS day...or is that TGIF? oh well one of the two and both options are good ones.
/waves and *hugs* for all and many many MANY and 
for a wonderful woman
*huggles*
QuickDuck
ps. oh i nearly forgot...Azure, do i have to be good?
Azure, i really hope it all goes well for your sister-in-law, brother and yourself.
you have had a horrid week but with a little bit of luck, the next one will be alot better.
Cherry, i shall have to call in the union since you have stolen my job.... and done it VERY well too i might add
Just be ready for a picket line of ducks infront of your keyboard tomorrow
LB, what can i say appart from the most obvious "WOOHOO!!!!!!!"
Take care all and remember tomorrow is POETS day...or is that TGIF? oh well one of the two and both options are good ones.
/waves and *hugs* for all and many many MANY
and for a wonderful woman*huggles*
QuickDuck
ps. oh i nearly forgot...Azure, do i have to be good?
QuickDuck
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Rules For The Boys
Hi All, hope you had good nights and the day is looking bright for you all.
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1. Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his fellow partygoers.
2. Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.
3. It is ok for a man to cry under the following circumstances:
a. When a heroic dog dies to save it's master
b. The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse
c. After wrecking your boss' Ferrari
d. One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into The Crying Game
4. Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of gaol within 12 hours.
5. Acceptable excuse for not helping a friend move
a. Your legs have been severed in a freak threshing accident
6. Acceptable excuse for not helping a friend of a friend move:
a. You'd rather stay home and watch Bay Watch reruns
7. If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever, unless you actually marry her.
8. The minimum amount of time you have to wait for a guy who's running late is 5 minutes. Maximum waiting time: 6 minutes. For a girl, you have to wait 10 minutes for every point of hotness she scores on the classic 1-10 scale
9. Bitching about the brand of free beer in a buddy's fridge is forbidden. Gripe at will if the temperature is unsuitable
10. No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man (in fact, even remembering your buddy's birthday is strictly optional)
11. On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.
12. While your girlfriend must bond with your buddies' girlfriends within 30 minutes of meeting them, you are not required to make nice with her gal pals' significant dick-heads--- low level sports bonding is all the law requires (sorry ladies, it's called a double standard because it's twice as true)
13. Unless you have signed a lucrative endorsement contract, do not appear in public wearing more than one swoosh
14. When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may always ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing
15. You may flatulate in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment, she's officially your girlfriend
16. It is permissible to quaff a fruity chick drink only when you're sunning on a tropical beach....and it's delivered by a topless supermodel...and it's free
17. Only in situations of Moral and/or Ass peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts
18. Unless you're in prison, never fight naked
19. Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed
20. If a man's zipper is down, that's his problem---you didn't see nothin'
21. Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to pick a buffalo wing clean
22. You must offer heartfelt and public condolences over the death of a girlfriend's cat, even if it was you who secretly set it on fire and threw it into a ceiling fan
23. A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight
24. Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both. That's just plain mean
25. If you complement a guy on his six-pack, you'd better be talkin about his choice of beer
26. Never join your girlfriend or wife in dissing a buddy of yours, except if she's withholding sex pending your response
27. Phrases that may not be uttered to another man while lifting weights:
a. Yeah, Baby, Push it!
b. C'mon, give me one more! Harder!
c. Another set and we can hit the showers!
d. Nice Ass, are you a Sagittarius?
28. Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need
29. Never allow a conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone; Hang up if necessary
30. When a buddy is trying to hook up, you may sabotage him only in a manner that gives you no chance of getting laid either
31. You cannot rat out a coworker who shows up at work with a massive hangover. You may however, hide the aspirin, smear his chair with limburger cheese, turn the brightness dial all the way down so he thinks his monitor is broken, and have him paged over the loudspeaker every seven minutes
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hmmmm we are not that bad are we?
Hi All, hope you had good nights and the day is looking bright for you all.
------
1. Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his fellow partygoers.
2. Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.
3. It is ok for a man to cry under the following circumstances:
a. When a heroic dog dies to save it's master
b. The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse
c. After wrecking your boss' Ferrari
d. One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into The Crying Game
4. Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of gaol within 12 hours.
5. Acceptable excuse for not helping a friend move
a. Your legs have been severed in a freak threshing accident
6. Acceptable excuse for not helping a friend of a friend move:
a. You'd rather stay home and watch Bay Watch reruns
7. If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever, unless you actually marry her.
8. The minimum amount of time you have to wait for a guy who's running late is 5 minutes. Maximum waiting time: 6 minutes. For a girl, you have to wait 10 minutes for every point of hotness she scores on the classic 1-10 scale
9. Bitching about the brand of free beer in a buddy's fridge is forbidden. Gripe at will if the temperature is unsuitable
10. No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man (in fact, even remembering your buddy's birthday is strictly optional)
11. On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.
12. While your girlfriend must bond with your buddies' girlfriends within 30 minutes of meeting them, you are not required to make nice with her gal pals' significant dick-heads--- low level sports bonding is all the law requires (sorry ladies, it's called a double standard because it's twice as true)
13. Unless you have signed a lucrative endorsement contract, do not appear in public wearing more than one swoosh
14. When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may always ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing
15. You may flatulate in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment, she's officially your girlfriend
16. It is permissible to quaff a fruity chick drink only when you're sunning on a tropical beach....and it's delivered by a topless supermodel...and it's free
17. Only in situations of Moral and/or Ass peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts
18. Unless you're in prison, never fight naked
19. Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed
20. If a man's zipper is down, that's his problem---you didn't see nothin'
21. Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to pick a buffalo wing clean
22. You must offer heartfelt and public condolences over the death of a girlfriend's cat, even if it was you who secretly set it on fire and threw it into a ceiling fan
23. A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight
24. Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both. That's just plain mean
25. If you complement a guy on his six-pack, you'd better be talkin about his choice of beer
26. Never join your girlfriend or wife in dissing a buddy of yours, except if she's withholding sex pending your response
27. Phrases that may not be uttered to another man while lifting weights:
a. Yeah, Baby, Push it!
b. C'mon, give me one more! Harder!
c. Another set and we can hit the showers!
d. Nice Ass, are you a Sagittarius?
28. Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need
29. Never allow a conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone; Hang up if necessary
30. When a buddy is trying to hook up, you may sabotage him only in a manner that gives you no chance of getting laid either
31. You cannot rat out a coworker who shows up at work with a massive hangover. You may however, hide the aspirin, smear his chair with limburger cheese, turn the brightness dial all the way down so he thinks his monitor is broken, and have him paged over the loudspeaker every seven minutes
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hmmmm we are not that bad are we?
QuickDuck
God
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Survey Question.......
Good morning Ladies and Germs... i mean gentlemen
I was having a chat with Azure the other day and we were talking about sexy movie stars.
The question I would like to put to people is this:
"given the chance, what famous person, would you most like to 'have your way with'?"
To me, the choice comes down to 3 people.
Audry Hepburn as she was in Breakfast At Tiffany's or Roman Holiday
Gwenyth Paltrow as she was in Sliding Doors (short hair version) and Shakespear In Love
Catherine Zeta-Jones
I look forward to hearing other people's responses
/wave
QuickDuck
Good morning Ladies and Germs... i mean gentlemen
I was having a chat with Azure the other day and we were talking about sexy movie stars.
The question I would like to put to people is this:
"given the chance, what famous person, would you most like to 'have your way with'?"
To me, the choice comes down to 3 people.
Audry Hepburn as she was in Breakfast At Tiffany's or Roman Holiday
Gwenyth Paltrow as she was in Sliding Doors (short hair version) and Shakespear In Love
Catherine Zeta-Jones
I look forward to hearing other people's responses
/wave
QuickDuck
AzureSky
Imp
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Morning everyone
well I have landed in Melb on a somewhat somber note..However as usual I come in here and my spirits are lifted...Really love you guys
Special kiss for Ladybird and QuickDuck
Thanks everyone for you well wishes it does mean alot
Ozzie Buzz
I was poking you with a big stick...don't you know us little women always carry big sticks
QuickDuck
well you know my movie star fantasies
Antonio Banderas as he was in Desperado..~ ahhhhhh big homer simpson drool~
Sean Connery even as is now...perhaps even more so as he is now....~groan~..that accent
Sam Elliot as he was in Roadhouse very sexy manner and accent
Brian Dennehy as he was in the movie Cocoon I know that is a out of the ordinary one but something about him in that movie rowed my boat
well I have landed in Melb on a somewhat somber note..However as usual I come in here and my spirits are lifted...Really love you guys
Special kiss for Ladybird and QuickDuck
Thanks everyone for you well wishes it does mean alot
Ozzie Buzz
I was poking you with a big stick...don't you know us little women always carry big sticks
QuickDuck
well you know my movie star fantasies
Antonio Banderas as he was in Desperado..~ ahhhhhh big homer simpson drool~
Sean Connery even as is now...perhaps even more so as he is now....~groan~..that accent
Sam Elliot as he was in Roadhouse very sexy manner and accent
Brian Dennehy as he was in the movie Cocoon I know that is a out of the ordinary one but something about him in that movie rowed my boat
Ladybird
Tart with a heart
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Now it's my turn... good morning everyone.
AsureSky.. you're in my thoughts hon. My love and strength are surrounding you and holding you close for all that may be ahead.
QuickDuck baby... where DO you find all of these little gems that you post?
I can personally vouch for 100% accuracy with this one!!
ok... sexy movie stars..
Sean Connery... especialy as he was in Medicine Man.. that man is soooo damn sexy..
Donald Sutherland ... in anything. No, make that in nothing! Phew!
Nicholas Cage... boy oh boy does that baby stir something up in me!!
And take note please guys, the last two on my list are NOT handsome men. Their sex appeal just oozes through. Sexy men are not necessarily attractive men.
AsureSky.. you're in my thoughts hon. My love and strength are surrounding you and holding you close for all that may be ahead.
QuickDuck baby... where DO you find all of these little gems that you post?
I can personally vouch for 100% accuracy with this one!!
ok... sexy movie stars..
Sean Connery... especialy as he was in Medicine Man.. that man is soooo damn sexy..
Donald Sutherland ... in anything. No, make that in nothing! Phew!
Nicholas Cage... boy oh boy does that baby stir something up in me!!
And take note please guys, the last two on my list are NOT handsome men. Their sex appeal just oozes through. Sexy men are not necessarily attractive men.
cherrylips_au
Perhaps perhaps perhaps
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Hi everyone,
Azure my thoughts are with you and your family I wish you all the best. You know we are here for you.
Ladybird sounds like you have had some fun I hope it continues for you.
Quickduck I could never live up to your standards, no need for the union I'm just a casual worker.
Redblood not sure if everyone could appreciate our sense of humour but you never know.
Ok some of the famous people that do it for me are:
Sean Connery always very nice,
George Clooney those eyes mmmm,
Heath Ledger ,
Omar Sharif in Doctor Zhivago,
Van Diesel very raw sexuality I think,
Catherine Zeta Jones she is always very glamorous,
Angeline Jolie can look very sexy,
and Saffron Burrows another glamour.
Yes it's a mixed bag, it's more the projection they have than looks I think.
Azure my thoughts are with you and your family I wish you all the best. You know we are here for you.
Ladybird sounds like you have had some fun I hope it continues for you.
Quickduck I could never live up to your standards, no need for the union I'm just a casual worker.
Redblood not sure if everyone could appreciate our sense of humour but you never know.
Ok some of the famous people that do it for me are:
Sean Connery always very nice,
George Clooney those eyes mmmm,
Heath Ledger ,
Omar Sharif in Doctor Zhivago,
Van Diesel very raw sexuality I think,
Catherine Zeta Jones she is always very glamorous,
Angeline Jolie can look very sexy,
and Saffron Burrows another glamour.
Yes it's a mixed bag, it's more the projection they have than looks I think.
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