u/AbsurdNarrative

May Contest - Image Number 13

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I've been staring at this house for a few minutes now. The house itself is gorgeous, a sprawling mansion surrounded by well kept gardens and fields. The area beyond the house goes on for a while, even beyond the pool and tennis courts I can see in the distance. For me, all of this only conveys one thing.

These people are rich. Very rich.

It shouldn't surprise me, considering the amount I'm being paid for this “demonstration.” Still, the sight of this behemoth house makes my decision to do this feel all the more real. Unexpectedly, I find it hard to leave the car.

When I walk through those doors, the last chapter of my life will officially be over. The years with my ex, and our slow degradation into a dead bedroom, will be in the past. I'm embarking on a new path, one I've only ever fantasied about. It all starts tonight, in this house, where I will be helping a seminar host demonstrate her sex related lessons and tips for a group of women looking to improve in that area.

In other words, I'm having sex in front of a bunch of women.

For years my roommate Lexi has been a staple of these gigs. She's always been open about it, sometimes offering me a chance to fill in and earn a little much needed extra money. Even though something deep inside me longed for it, I was in a long term relationship, so I abstained. When my ex dumped me, this new door suddenly opened, along with a whole flood of desires I've long buried and ignored. After a month of post-breakup despair, Lexi offered again. This time, I said yes, allowing that ember deep inside me to spark into something more.

From that moment on this new awakening has consumed me, skyrocketing my libido like never before. I've never felt so much like an animal in heat, almost unable to focus on anything else. Most of these days have been spent locked away in my room, relentlessly besieging my poor pussy with whatever vibrator had a charge at the time, thinking about what will happen in this house I now stare at. While satisfying, each of these sessions only temporarily calmed this new fire inside me. It always came roaring back shortly after.

Even the way here was a chore. By the time I got to my car, my nice, lacy panties (specifically chosen for today) were soaked. About halfway into the journey, I pulled off and justified my decision to bring along a mini-wand toy. I was barely off the road, writhing and moaning in the driver's seat, easily discoverable by anyone just off the beaten path. The plan to purge backfired though, as the public display only made me more frenzied.

The soaked panties are now stuffed into my bag, along with the vibe, and I still feel like I may melt at the first touch. This is going to be interesting.

I glance down at the clock and realize I can't wait any longer. After a couple deep breaths, I finally leave the car.

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“There you are! Hurry up, we're about to start!”

Debra, the middle aged woman responsible for all this, hurriedly waves me into the mansion. I follow her in and look around at the other middle-aged women scattered throughout the large room. Most are in small groups, chatting away while sipping on their wine. As I walk past each group, the conversation dies down and I can feel their curious glances. My body buzzes from the attention, and I haven't even taken off any clothes yet.

That fire smoldering inside begins to flare up.

In the middle of the living room are some chairs, all gathered surrounding a black ottoman and an easel with a few poster boards set up. This is where it will all go down. This is where my life changes.

“Harper, this is Riley. I believe you met?”

The tall man in front of me is indeed familiar. He's a regular during Lexi and I’s nights out. Lexi met him years ago on one of these gigs, and he's been a good friend since. Unlike most of the guys Lexi seems to gravitate too, he is a kind, caring person. Someone who would drop anything to help a friend. Maybe that's why they never dated officially.

I had some apprehension about him being my first post-breakup hookup, especially with his history with Lexi, but there is something comforting about his presence. Standing here now, I think he's the perfect choice.

“Hey!” He exclaims as he reaches around and gives me a hug. “I couldn't believe it when Lexi told me you were coming. You sure you're up for this? I don't want…I mean…I just hope it's not too soon after…”

He stutters through that last line. His concern is cute, but at this point I find these responses annoying. I'm tired of people feeling sorry or worried for me. I've moved on, and tonight will be the proof.

“Definitely ready!” I say as convincingly and steadfast as possible. “Let's hope you are as good as Lexi claims.”

I wink at him as both he and Debra chuckle.

“Alright then. Let's do it. Remember, if either of you are ever uncomfortable with what's going on, we stop. Okay?”

We both nod. Debra takes a deep breath and then plasters on an over-the-top, cheery smile before turning to the group.

“Okay ladies!” Debra calls out to the crowd. “Let's begin.”

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It's been a few minutes since Debra began her introduction. The group of ten women are now seated in front of us, only a couple feet away. Riley and I sit next to the standing Debra, who is pointing out various bullet points on the poster board next to her. The title of her little seminar is written in bold, all capital lettering at the top of her board:

“The Art of Riding”

That's what she calls it. For most, she comes and gives a speech with some diagrams and maybe props. The women ask questions and she usually sells a few sex toys at the end. For others, those who are willing to pay a much, much steeper fee, she will actually organize a demonstration with real people. That's where Riley and I come in.

While I'm sure some of the women want to learn, I would bet most just want to watch two people fuck for their pleasure. They'll never admit it, but it's just live action porn, albeit a bit classier. There is a small part of me that has qualms about selling myself like this, but the money isn't the real reason I did this.

I want people to watch me. I want all of me to be seen. If I earn this month's rent payment in the process, that's just an added bonus.

Debra turns back to us, finally finished with her rehearsed speech, and gestures at us to stand.

“Okay you two. If you wouldn't mind removing your clothes.”

I watch as ten sets of eyes shift toward us, all eager for what comes next. A chill permeates through me, from deep in my core to the ends of my fingers.

Not a chill of fear, but one of excitement. I was wrong before, I don't just want to be seen, it's more of a deep, unyielding craving at this point.

Riley wastes no time, sliding down his pants and boxers like he's done many times in these scenarios before. By the time I get my shirt off, he's already naked from the waist down. The women gawk at the sight of his half erect cock now dangling free. To be fair, so do I.

It hits me all at once. How long it's been since I've seen one in person. How the last one I saw was my ex.

How warm and tingly I feel at the sight of it.

“Harper?”

Debra’s voice breaks my hypnosis. I glance up, seeing the smirk on her face, and realize how obviously I had been staring.

I quickly resume my stripping as all the eyes now focus on me. Riley chose to leave his shirt on, something Lexi warned me he might do, but I don't plan on holding back. They are going to get all of me. My bra goes first, falling to the floor in front of me. Then, I slip my finger under my sweats and drop them, revealing everything, plus the fact that I am not wearing underwear.

Various forms of intrigue and restrained excitement appear in the crowd across from me. There are even some soft murmurs, as well as one woman audibly saying “wow.” They each scan me up and down, trying to capture every detail of every exposed bit of me.

The rush hits me all at once. That fire I felt all week in anticipation of this day is nothing compared to what is growing inside me now.

Debra turns back to the crowd.

“Okay! Now the real fun can begin! Ladies, make sure to pay attention. We are going to start with basic hand teasing, or ‘handjobs’ as most call it.”

We sit back down on the giant ottoman behind us, which will serve as our “stage” for the rest of the night. Riley turns and lays flat, letting the audience get a view of him from the side. I position myself on the other side of him, kneeling around his midsection. Below me he begins to swell, pulsing larger every second until he finally points right up to me.

I reach out and run my hand along his inner thigh, slowly working my way up. When I reach his balls I cup them, lightly massaging as I feel his body tense. Satisfied, I move on, slowly wrapping around his shaft as I glide up, barely making contact. When I reach the top, I fully grasp him and begin to stroke, glancing toward the attentive voyeurs watching every move, completely captivated.

That fire inside is scalding now.

“Very good Harper. Did you all see how she teased him, slowly working her way up and barely touching him? Remember, a light touch will go a long way.”

I glance up at Riley, his eyes now wide and tremors echoing through him. I think he enjoyed that tease.

“Now once you start stroking like that, there will be some friction. If it's just a quick tease, you won't need anything. Otherwise you'll probably want some sort of lube or moisturizer. Another option some women choose is spit. Now this is-”

I spit right down onto his cock, disrupting Debra but never looking away from Riley. The softest of moans escapes him as I grip him again, continuing on.

“Uh okay…yeah just like that. Thank you Harper.”

I can’t see her face but I can hear the surprise in her voice. The bottle of lube is right on the ottoman next to us. I'm guessing no one ever opts for the spit.

The next few minutes are all handjob related. It starts with just varying speed and pressure, as directed by Debra. Then we go into teasing with my other hand while stroking and all the other erogenous zones that can be utilized. With each new tactic, Debra notes the reactions from Riley, showing what to look for when a man is stimulated.

I, however, can barely take my focus away from the shaft in my hand. With each stroke I watch him squirm under me, wishing I was on top instead. I'm glad this ottoman is black, I can feel the wet spot growing between my legs.

“Okay, next we will do a little session on oral. My demonstrators will reposition while I give a quick overview of the basics.”

As Debra continues I shift off the couch, glancing back at the slightly darker spot just to the left of Riley, and then fall down to my knees in front of him. Riley sits back up and positions himself on the edge of the ottoman, still letting the crowd see us from the side, with me in between his legs.

I stare forward as Debra finishes her intro, locking onto the spit coated cock in front of me. My body grows warmer as I resist the urge to take him, a sensation I've never felt this strongly. I remember the first few times with my ex. The excitement I felt even then was nothing like this. This is almost…primal. I'm actually salivating.

Without realizing it my hand drifts down between my thighs, to the area that has been desperate for contact since the moment my clothes came off. I begin to explore, just starting to tease before I catch myself.

Debra didn't seem to notice, but Riley sure did. A cocky smile follows as my cheeks begin to flush.

“Okay Harper, go for it.”

I give Riley a few more good strokes and then take him in. The room is so quiet that the sounds of my slurping and gagging are completely audible to all, motivating me to really dramatize it up. If not for Debra’s instructions, this could get out of hand fast.

The blowjob portion of the presentation follows a similar structure to the handjob part. I vary pressure and speed before introducing different teasing methods with my hands. Toward the end I actually demonstrate gagging and the methods to relax myself to get further down, which seems to draw a lot of interest, even in Riley. Despite the twitching and tensing, he somehow manages to hold off. I know that would ruin the demonstration, but I want nothing more than to feel him blow inside my mouth. Or maybe a nice facial, leaving me coated on my knees with plenty of witnesses. I'm sure they would enjoy that, the cum-covered slut on the floor.

The fire inside now blazes through me, heat radiating off my skin.

“Okay, enough on the oral stuff. It's time for the main event. We are here to teach you all how to feel confident and in control when on top. So Harper is going to position herself on Riley and we will go through everything live.”

Debra looks down to me, the dominant aura of my puppet master now more impactful by my placement on the floor next to her.

“Harper, the lube is right there on the ottoman.”

I glance over at the lube and then back up to Debra.

“I…don't need it.”

Debra smirks.

“Oh, well then, we love an…enthusiastic demonstrator!”

The women all giggle but then go silent as they watch us get into position. Riley slips on a condom while I climb onto the ottoman. Once ready, I angle myself and straddle the man who towered above me minutes ago. As I slide down he presses into me, passing through my slick lips and stretching me until our bodies finally meet.

“Ohhhh fuck.” I eke out unconsciously. A chorus of chuckles and other murmurs from the audience immediately follows as my embarrassment swells.

“That's good Harper! Remember, being vocal is important, for both men and women! So don't be afraid to encourage your men to let it out sometimes too.”

Riley mockingly moans, getting a laugh in response. The moan, even though it's fake, has a different effect on me.

“Okay! So now she's on top, fully down on him. In this position, she basically holds all the cards. So ladies, this is your moment to shine.”

For the first time in the whole presentation, Debra walks up to us. A devilish, little grin appears as she leans in and brushes my hair to the other side, letting the crowd see my face. She then whispers to me, now in a soft, sultry tone that almost sounds like a different person altogether.

“Go ahead, I know you can't wait any longer.”

I begin to shift my hips as she steps back. With her out of the way, the moment I've been picturing all week finally arrives. I am completely naked and grinding on a cock, all while being watched intently. I am the star of the show, on display with all eyes locked on my vulnerable moment.

“There are two main motions to choose from. You can bounce up and down, which may do more for him and less for you. Or you can grind back and forth, like Harper is, which should be more beneficial for you. This movement engages the clitoral network while still stimulating from the penis inside. Makes sense Harper would default to that, right?”

A few women chuckle again but it doesn't faze me. I’ve forgotten how good this felt, and this time I have a week's worth of anticipation and an audience. It's a whole new level, making it hard not to immediately chase this feeling.

“Okay Harper, bounce up and down for us please.”

I obey. I'm just a puppet after all. As Debra mentioned, the stimulation lessens.

“See Riley tense while Harper relaxed a bit? This up and down motion is just like the handjob and oral, designed to get the man off. But we want to make this an experience. We want both partners getting off, while spending more time connected. Harper, you can go back to the grinding.”

The sensation hits the instant I go back to what comes naturally. A flash of relief from Riley betrays that he may be getting closer than I thought.

“Let's talk about things we can do to enhance this position next.”

Debra steps closer, now standing over me.

“So first let's talk about position. You can see how Harper is slightly hunched over. Now if she arches her back more…”

I shift my shoulders and arch my back.

“See that.” Debra points to my hips. “As she arches, her hips shift forward. She just changed where the pressure points from the penis are. Now it's pushing more into the underside of the clit network, sometimes called the ‘g spot’. You can see the improvement on her face.”

I didn't realize how obvious I was, but the moment I shifted a pulse of tingles reverberated through me. It feels…incredible.

“Next let's talk about the benefits of leaning forward or backward. Now this is going to vary based on…”

Debra words wane into nothing as I focus on the sensations now pulsing through me more frequently. Every shift back and forth increases in impact. I don't think I can fight it anymore.

The fire inside explodes out.

“Ohhh myyy goddd,” I moan out, my self control slipping away by the second.

“Harper? Did you hear me?”

I don't even acknowledge Debra, I just stay glued on Riley. I can see a mixture of concern and confusion in his face, so I reach out and clasp his hands as I chase the growing sensation.

“Harper?”

I ignore her again and lean forward to drive him even deeper inside of me. Beads of sweat cascade down as my breath quickens.

My body takes over from there, chasing what it wants. I move faster, less controlled, and more unhinged with each movement. Debra says something again, but I've tuned her out at this point. I think of the women watching this, seeing my feral grinding as my body sweats and turns red. A horny slut unable to restrain her urges. It only drives me wilder.

I release Riley’s hands and use my left hand to steady my increasingly wild movement. My right hand, however, moves to my clit. My fingers begin to work, circling the tiny area still exposed above the cock balls-deep inside me. A high pitched “ohhhhh!” escapes me and holds as the new stimulation brings me to the edge.

“Look at her go!”

“Is she touching herself?”

“Is she about to…”

The various comments from the audience come through one after another. They seem to be enjoying watching me lose all control. I doubt they will ever forget this sight.

The fire is all consuming now, coursing through every limb.

I watch Riley in the fleeting seconds before the release inevitably hits. The surprise that has been plastered on his face this whole time remains initially, but fades into a big grin as he reads my body, realizing what's about to happen. He reaches out, cusping my breast, and nods.

“Ohh fuck!!!”

I scream out, completely unrestrained, as my body trembles.

“Oh my!” is all I hear Debra say before the world blurs.

The fire finally takes me.

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My body won't stop twitching. It's been a few seconds since I composed myself after the full body orgasm that just ripped through every inch of me, but the twitching remains. Riley reaches up and cusps my cheek while mouthing the words “are you okay?”

I nod while still attempting to catch my breath. A noise from someone off to my side reminds me of the full scale of my reality. I twist my head and gaze into the crowd.

Every woman watching, including Debra, is staring at me. Debra has a look of both surprise and a bit of annoyance at the disrupted session. The rest of the women, however, seem enthralled, squirming in their seats and whispering to one another.

“Well…that happens sometimes,” Debra begins with a shaky voice. “I guess we can give them a little time to recover-”

“Do you always do that?”

The question is directed at me by a lady at the end of one of the rows.

"Do what?” My voice is raspy but I manage to get my response out.

“You know…touch yourself like that during…”

“Ummm not really. Something just came over me.”

“I wish something would come over me like that!” Another woman shouts as the others laugh. “I would kill for one of those.”

“One of what?”

“A finish like that! We want to see more!”

They all cheer in agreement as I glance toward Debra, who chuckles uncertainly.

“That was quite a show, but Harper is really only here as a model, so-”

“What do you want?” Another lady in the front asks, interrupting Debra.

“I….”

There's no denying the truth. One look into the crowd and the flames inside rejuvenate.

“I want more.”

Cheers and claps erupt as I turn back to Riley and grind away again.

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The rest of the night was nothing like the beginning. Whatever show I put on for that first orgasm must have ignited the fire in the rest of them as well.

I came again shortly after starting, only this time with the audience directing me instead of Debra. They threw out some praising comments while telling me how fast and deep to go. It hit so quickly I almost fainted. I'm pretty sure I heard someone say the words “good girl” right after I screamed out.

Then they had me go into reverse cowgirl after. Debra attempted to jump back in there, but she had lost too much control. All the questions went to me, as they alternated between directing and trying to understand what was working.

They even let Riley join in on the fun after. We swapped to missionary and fucked until he finally finished. They figured out the pillow size needed under my ass to hit the perfect spot. With my legs held up as well, it would do the trick in seconds. Thanks to Riley's impressive stamina, I'm not entirely sure how many times I came. Collaboration is a wonderful thing!

Each finish just fueled me toward another. Having sex in front of others is one thing, but being directed by them hits on a whole other level. It appears I've unlocked a whole new side to this kink, and I already crave more.

After Riley came, the night finally hit a lull. Part of me wanted to post up and continue on solo, but I managed to reign myself in before I committed to that. We were well into the night at that point and I could tell they were all ready to deposit this erotic energy somewhere else. So instead, I now find myself saying goodbye to all the horny, wound up women racing out the door. Their significant others, or for some maybe their vibrators, are in for a big surprise.

“Well,” Debra begins as she walks toward the door, all her stuff already packed. “I don't know if I've ever seen a display like that, but I also don't think I've seen a crowd go that berserk. I'll take the win. Here's your cut.”

She hands me the check and walks away before I can say anything else. Riley follows soon after, leaving just me and the owner of the house, a gorgeous woman wearing a skimpy, one-strap maroon dress. I smile toward her as she stands nearby in the kitchen, pouring a new glass of wine.

“I'll be out of here in a second,” I call over as I begin to re-dress, my arms and legs still shaking like a baby fawn. She stares back at me for a moment before answering.

“You just put on quite a show.”

That's all she says as her gaze stays fixed on me. I remember those eyes from before. They never wavered.

“Thanks. I…uh..don't know what came over me.”

“I know what came over you. First time being watched and controlled like that?”

I blush and look away as I pull on the last of my clothes.

“Don't be ashamed. We've done a lot of these types of things, but it never goes like that. I bet that's the biggest thrill any of these women have had in a long time. Maybe you should have your own seminar. Call it ‘The Art of Cumming’ and I'm sure you will be popular.”

“After a night like this, I would consider it!” I joke back, slightly nervous in her intimidating presence. She smiles but remains serious.

“Either way.” She hands me a card with her number. “We would love to have you back sometime. Given how much you like to perform for a crowd, I can imagine you might be interested.”

I look at the card. It simply says “Veronica” followed by a number.

“Or…”

My heart stops.

“You can stay a bit longer and have some wine with me. My husband will be home in a little bit, and he is always one to appreciate a good show.”

She extends her hand, offering me the wine glass she poured. I stare at it for a second, heart now racing, and consider all the implications of her offer.

I then reach out and grab the glass.

The fire roars anew.

May Contest - Image Prompt 20

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“Hard to port!”

The helmsman’s words barely come through over the roar of the gigantic waves and the pounding of the rain. Chaos reigns around me as I cling to the bulwarks running along the deck, relentless deluges of seawater cascading over me. The ship’s wood groans and strains as the vessel gets tossed up and down over waves several times taller than the ship itself. Not a man on board has ever seen weather like this, and at this point, not a man on board expects to survive it.

For almost a year I've been going port to port across these dangerous seas, serving in the King’s navy. It seemed like a good idea at the time for a starving, dirt-poor guy barely surviving his twenties. But in the face of this storm, I would give anything to reverse that decision, or at least to experience one last joy of life. Maybe a home cooked meal with family or a drink with friends.

Maybe the touch of a woman.

God I might miss that the most. That intimacy of laying naked with a lover. That feeling when you first explore between her legs. That euphoric sensation when you reach the point of no return…

“Here it comes lads! This’ll do us for sure!”

I look up just in time to see it, an absolute monstrosity of a wave crashing down into the moonlight. Pure, unfiltered terror takes me as I watch the darkness approach. The starboard side of the ship splinters like it’s been hit with twenty canons at one. At the same time the railing behind me gives way and I fall backwards into the abyss.

For a brief moment I feel light as a feather, flying through the air toward the trough of the wave, watching my former ship explode in every direction.

Then there is only cold, wet, and dark.

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The sound of birds is the first thing that comes through, light melodies working in harmony to create a comforting sound track.

Then I hear the waves, though nothing like the last waves I dealt with. These are soft and soothing, crashing inconsequentially in the distance.

The rest of my consciousness comes flooding back immediately after. I open my eyes but am met with a blinding light. I close them in shock and slowly peer back open as they adjust.

The scene is like something out of a fairytale. White sand beaches and a luscious green forest all bathed in sun under a cloudless sky. The birds I've been hearing dart from tree to tree, which sway in a persistent breeze. I've never seen anything like it in my life.

I attempt to pry my body off the warm sand, only to discover a full body ache unlike any I've ever experienced. Like a toddler attempting to stand for the first time, I shakily manage to get to my feet, every limb screaming in pain as the damage from the storm becomes apparent.

“Hehe.”

A soft laugh from above startles me almost to the point of falling down. I stumble back a painful few steps and prepare to defend myself as I look up.

“That was graceful!”

I stare up in complete and utter astonishment as a myriad of thoughts and emotions take me all at once. In the tree nearest me is a beautiful, red-haired girl around my age, or at least that's what it looks like at first glance. It takes me a second, but I eventually notice the pointy ears around each mismatched color eye. I've seen many strange people in my travels, but never anyone like this. There are plenty of tales of elves and other mythical creatures that could explain this but that's all fantasy, or at least I thought.

The reason it takes me a while to notice, and the reason I don't dwell too long on the ears, is her outfit. From what I can tell, she is only wearing a light, see-through covering which leaves her whole underside completely exposed to me. Quite frankly, I'm amazed I noticed the ears at all. It has been so frustratingly long since I’ve seen a naked woman. Every night I dream of it, clinging to the precious scrap of a memory from my only experience years ago. On the rare occasion I find myself alone, I drift back to this fading memory as I satisfy myself the only way I can. Actually seeing it in real life though…

She deftly scurries down the trunk of the tree, landing on her feet in front of me with ease. Now facing me head on, I get to enjoy a good view of her front, completely visible through the basically useless cloth. For a moment, I forget everything else. The pain, confusion, and trauma is all gone in an instant. Instead I just stare in awe like a brain dead goof, no coherent thoughts forming besides an influx of the horny desires long overdue for their moment.

“Wow. Have you never seen a naked girl before?”

She laughs again after the tease.

“I…”

My voice struggles to form and is immediately interrupted by a spastic coughing fit, which brings me down to my knees. So much for a good impression.

Her smirk fades as I get back to my feet and is replaced by a concerned expression.

“You've swallowed too much sea water.”

She glances at the bruises and cuts through the torn pieces of my clothing.

“And your body is beaten up badly.”

Her eyes drift lower but stop as her cocky smirk returns.

“At least we know that still works.”

I look down and notice the strain of my wet pants against the growing presence under them. Just the mere sight of her has set me off. My cheeks burn as a wave of embarrassment swells.

“I..sorry…it's just been a while since I've seen someone like this…and never anyone this beautiful-"

I catch myself as she giggles and smiles bigger. I need to focus, I'm in a strange land, with a strange creature. I might be in danger and need to keep my wits about me.

Still, there is something warm and comforting about her, making it hard not to drop my guard. She seems almost bubbly, accentuated by the giddy demeanor and teasing remarks, almost like she doesn't have a care in the world. If she feels any concern about my presence, she certainly isn't showing it.

“Come,” she commands as she turns and walks into the forest. “You need treatment.”

A small part of my mind screams out to ask more questions or protect myself. As I stare at her again though, catching a glimpse of her perfect, bare ass with every gust of wind, that voice of reason becomes easier and easier to ignore. Like I said, it's been a really long time.

Without any hesitation, I follow.

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Her house, if that’s what this actually is, reminds me more of a makeshift fort a child would make. The whole structure fits tightly between four trees and is one big room. There are no windows, but instead giant gaps on each wall to allow sun and air flow. A small fire pit in the center remains smoldering, surrounded by a few rigged up pieces of furniture and what appears to be a bed.

I attempt to walk in, but she stops me before I get far.

“Strip.”

“What?”

“You’re not coming in here smelling like that. Strip off the clothes so I can dry them and then go bathe in the pond down the path.”

I hesitate, waiting for her to soften or say she's joking, but she just stares unwaveringly back. I glance around, looking for any private area, but there is none to be found in this open abode. Begrudgingly, I begin the process of removing the soaked clothing in front of her.

Throughout the whole process, she never looks away, triggering an increasingly vulnerable feeling with each removed piece. I shouldn’t feel like this, considering she is basically naked, but she is so comfortable and confident with her naked body that it gives off an intimidating aura. Despite me towering over her, I can't help but feel small and uneasy.

When the last piece comes off, her focus darts right to my half-hard dick, slightly pulsing bigger under her gaze. I watch puzzling as she studies it, waiting for some sort of reaction to gain insight into her mind. For a brief instance, a small, devious smile begins to appear, just out of the corner of her mouth. She seems to realize this though, and meets my eyes as she smothers it. Before I can say anything she turns and walks away, leaving me there exposed and all the more confused.

She reaches a chest in the corner and bends over, once again giving me a full view. This time I don't just stare blankly, but instead dive headfirst into fantasy. I imagine how good it would feel to slide my fingers right inside her pussy and then-

I feel myself growing again and try to stop the thoughts, but it's too late. She lifts back up, soap and towel in hand, and stops dead when she sees me now at full attention.

“Well then…”

She slowly moves toward me, eyes glued down at my crotch.

“...I guess it has been a while. You can't keep this thing down!”

I try to think of a clever response, but she continues on before anything comes to me.

“There is a pond a little further down the path.”

She hands me the items and turns back to her trunk while delivering one final demand.

“Make it quick.”

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I find the pond as expected and spend most of my time there running through the situation in my head, trying to get a handle on everything. I should be asking questions. Who is she? What is she? Are there others? When I return I need to stay focused and not be completely rendered useless by her. My life may depend on it.

Once done, I wrap the towel around myself and head back, going through my questions over and over so I am prepared. When I reach the house, I take a deep breath and turn to go inside.

All my preparations vanish the instance I take in the view. On the bed across from me is her, now fully naked, laying on her back with her legs spread open and one finger lightly circling around the exposed folds on full display. I don't even think I could recall my own name right now, much less the questions I had prepared. All I can do is picture what it would be like to walk right in between those welcoming legs, and slide inside-

She lifts her head slightly, just enough to see me, and then sits up as she stops her teasing.

“About time! You take longer baths than me!”

There's not even a hint of shame after being caught touching herself. How is she so uninhibited?

“I….”

My useless brain stalls out, still playing back what I just saw on repeat.

“Come here. Sit and let me treat those wounds.”

She slides off the bed and down onto her knees next to the bed. An involuntary moan slips out of me at the sight of her there. Mortified, I fake a quick cough and shuffle over to the bed, using every bit of will power I have to not be rock hard by the time I sit down.

She cleans the wounds on the lower parts of my legs first, pouring on some sort of clear liquid that stings for a few seconds before turning to a soothing coolness. I try to remain calm and composed as she works, but given the situation, it's unlikely I succeed. Every few seconds I look down at my exposed cock mere inches from her head, and then proceed to conjure any random thought to avoid another erection. By the time she reaches my thighs, my efforts finally fail. I watch in shame as I start to rise again, almost full in seconds. She continues to work, but I can see a smirk and glance up every now and then. My mind races as I try to figure out what to do, but it comes up with nothing. Instead, I hang my head sheepishly and wait for her response.

“Don't be ashamed,” she finally says after finishing a wound and looking up. “Its been a long time for me as well.”

My shame recedes but is quickly replaced by a different emotion as her hand begins to drift up from the cut on my thigh. I hold my breath as I watch her get closer and closer to it, praying this is really happening and not just another fantasy in my head.

“I've thought about it a lot while laying in this bed, alone with only my fingers to satisfy.”

Don't stop, I plead internally, please don't stop.

“Wishing for someone.”

Her agonizing approach has me ready to beg.

“Someone I can touch like this.”

She finally reaches me and wraps her hand around my fully erect cock. With her eyes still fixed forward, she begins to stroke up and down.

I clench down on the bed as I moan out, embracing the feeling I’ve craved for so long. Her touch feels soft and delicate, a much different sensation than my callous hands. The world suddenly melts away, every worry or concern about my unknown predicament flees my mind. With each stroke she brings me a blissful pleasure even my fantasies couldn't convey, one sure to send me over the top quickly.

Then I notice her face start to creep in.

My heart stops, wondering if she is actually about to do what I think she is. Something I've never gotten to experience before.

“Or maybe,” she continues as my body twitches in anticipation, “someone I can please in a different manner.”

She reaches me and stops, drawing out my torture. I fight the urge to scream out in anguish. Her eyes then meet mine and a little grin forms as she hovers close to me.

So. Tantalizingly. Close.

“If that's what you want…”

In a moment of pure desperation, I give in to her.

“Please….” I eke out. “Please do it.”

The grin grows wider. She knows I'm all hers.

Her mouth opens and she brings herself down onto my cock, taking me fully into her mouth as I tense and watch.

I can't say I've ever experienced a more pleasurable sensation than this. Up and down her head bobs as wet, sloppy sounds permeate up. Every couple of cycles she lifts off, running her tongue along my shaft before resuming.

I try to compose myself enough to truly appreciate this new pleasure; to capture every euphoric sensation happening all at once. The feeling of her tongue gliding along my shaft. The sight of her enthusiastically sucking down, more feral with each cycle. Those beautiful sounds, now with her occasional soft moan peppered in between. This is the new memory, the one I'll cling to the next time the world comes crashing down.

My toes curl up instinctively as an all too familiar feeling grows through my body. Almost as if she can feel the change in me, she stops. I suppress the powerful urge to whine and beg for more as she lifts her head off me. She, however, merely smiles at my despair and wipes her lips before speaking again.

“I had a dream that something like this would happen, only a couple of nights ago.”

She slowly lifts up off her knees and presses her hands to my chest. As I lay back onto the bed, she begins to crawl over me.

“A dream where my pleas were finally answered.”

She positions herself on all fours above me, our faces now lined up and practically touching.

“For once it would be someone else’s fingers exploring me.”

I take the hint. A full body shiver spreads throughout her as my finger drags along her soaked opening. I tease around her clit a couple times before gradually sliding my fingers inside, watching captivated as she gasps and tenses around me.

“Mmmm…someone who couldn't control themselves around me.”

She bites her lip as I continue to explore inside her. I curl my fingers up, watching as her eyes roll as a result. She then leans down and whispers directly into my ear with a sultry, breathy tone.

“Someone who would fuck this neglected pussy the way it deserves.”

A feral, animalistic desire consumes me, something up until now I didn't even know was in me. I fling her down onto the bed next to me and pry her legs open, revealing the now glistening pussy that's been burned onto my brain. I grab her by the hips and pull toward me, sliding in as I hold her tight. She gasps and flings her head back as I push in as deep as possible, savoring the moment her wet warmth sheathes me.

“Don't hold back,” she whimpers out. “I want this whole forest to hear me.”

I merely grunt in response, hands still on her hips, and let my primal urges take control. Our hips slam into each other as the bed bounces and creeks. Within seconds I feel myself careening toward the edge again, picking up right where her mouth left off. It takes everything I have to try and hold on, but I know it's going to be futile.

She notices my struggle, which is most likely plainly evident on my contorting face, and pulls me in, eyes locking.

“Dont fight it. Fill me.”

“What?!” I blurt back in surprise. “You want me to-”

“Don't you dare pull out! I want to feel your cum inside me. I need to feel it!”

Her last line sends me over. Years of sexual frustration explode out as I empty myself into her, babbling and grunting in the process. I pulse over and over as she beams, watching the display of my complete loss of control with obvious enjoyment.

When it finally ends, she reaches out and cusps my chin.

“That was incredible,” she breathes out in between her own panting.

I manage a weak but very satisfied smile.

“But we're not done yet.”

She tightens her legs around me, like a giant clamp, and flips me onto my back in one swift motion. Before I can even react, she starts grinding down, now perched on top of me.

“I don't know if I can…”

“You can,” she interrupts without pausing. “Trust me.”

She’s right. Even though I came, I still feel ready for more, almost like I never actually finished. In fact, my whole body feels incredible. A rush of energy spreads through me like lightning. My achy limbs that were almost useless before feel as good as they did in my teenage years.

I look up to her, baffled and concerned.

“How is this possible? I dont-”

“Shhhh.” She puts a finger over my mouth. “Don't think. Just enjoy.”

I do just that as she stares to the ceiling and increases her pace, giving me a show I will never forget. Maybe I did die and this is heaven. Given this amazing display before me, and what has already occurred, this seems as plausible as anything else. How else could I feel so rejuvenated right now?

Her pace suddenly quickens as I watch her lose control for the first time. A full body release hits as she screams up, shaking and convulsing, her body turning just as red as her hair. I've never actually seen a girl finish before, but I can now safely say it is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.

I watch her breathing come back into check, enjoying the sight of her flushed body twitching and her breasts heaving up and down. She finally looks down after composing herself a bit, but I don't see the tired, spent lover I expect. If anything, her whole demeanor seems more frenzied and energized. Maybe she is feeling the same energy boost I am, or maybe she's just been waiting a long time for this, like me. Either way, based on the wild look in her eyes, I have a suspicion we aren't done yet.

“What are you waiting for?” She taunts down in a raspy voice. “Don’t tell me that's all you got!”

The feral lust swells again. I toss her off me onto the bed, and then position her up to all fours.

“I’m just getting started,” I growl down to her, finally joining in on the teasing.

Once behind her, I pull back on her red braids and begin to slam into her, starting the next round.

I don't know how all of this is possible, it seems like we could stay intertwined all day without any recovery time needed. Maybe I should be more concerned about what's happening me, but right now I couldn't care less. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

So I'm going to fuck her until I can't go anymore.

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I glance over at the naked girl next to me, laying back with her eyes closed and consistent smile. All the hair not tied up in a braid is scattered across her face, wild and unkempt. I reach over, and brush the strands away, letting me see her completely again. Her eyes open and glance toward me as she lets out a slight giggle.

This whole day has felt like a dream, something so unlikely I still struggle to believe it's real. Many hours ago I first saw these blue and green eyes, among other things, and my life flipped on its head. Now we lay next to each other with only the sounds of our heavy breathing to fill the air, both of us finally spent after an intense session that featured more positions and orgasms than I can remember.

The all-consuming horniness that clouded me all day has now receded enough to bring me back to reality. As much as I would like to just stay in this bed forever, I need answers.

“What…was that? How did we…you know…finish so much? Why do I feel as good as I've ever felt?”

She smiles and stands, seemingly contemplating her answer. As she tosses her translucent cloth back on, a stream of my cum begins to slide down her leg. Given what just happened, I'm sure there's a lot more to come.

“My race has healing powers when we are…intimate with others,” she finally admits, looking back toward me.

“Race? So you're not…human? What are you? Who are you? What healing powers? Where-”

“Shhh. You'll get all your answers in time. For now, just enjoy the benefit of our transaction.”

I stare, completely befuddled.

“Transaction?”

Her hand lifts up and starts rubbing just under her stomach. It takes longer than I'd like to admit to catch her drift, but when I do, I jump out of the bed and point toward her.

“You mean you were just using me for…How does that even work, you're not human!”

She doesn't seem fazed by my sudden outburst.

“I didn't just use you for that! I meant every word I said. I just had some extra motives as well. Don't worry, there's nothing else expected of you now. You can move on, like nothing happened.”

She grabs a few pieces of what looks like jewelry from the nearby table, and then deposits them in a small, felt-like bag. A few clothes and other trinkets are also added to the bag as well before she turns back to me.

“And yes, it does work. You think you're the first man to wash up here? I'm just lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time. Now I must go to my ancestral home immediately to start my new journey.”

“Wait. Go? New journey? Hold on-”

She pushes forward and gives me a sudden kiss, disrupting my questions. As she pulls back, I see that same devilish smile of hers.

“Welcome to Dionysia. You're going to love it here.”

She snaps her fingers and disappears with a puff of smoke. Just like that, I am alone again, naked in the now abandoned house, and marooned in this strange new world.