Sunlight streamed through the drape and danced on top of my eyes. I woke up to this smart sparkle, as if someone had just turned on every light in my room. Looking around, I saw sunbeam illuminating the pall that wrapped around my bed. I must have overslept for it to be this bright outside ... but I had an alarm that had never failed to get me arouse every morning. Where had that gone ?

Trying to get up, I found that my blankets weighed down heavily on me. I had trouble trying to pull my arms and legs up to peel the blanket off of me. No matter how conclusion my limbs came to me, the blanket just seemed to crawl eminent and eminent up my neck. I gave up fighting against my bed. I was pretty well-fixed, after all ... I was already recent to rise. I couldn't be any later than I already was.

I released the tautness in my body and looked up towards the roof of my canopy bed. Looking from side to side, I witnessed a gentle picnic gambol with the mantle that enveloped me.

Something about this picture didn't seem right to me. But I couldn't figure out what. mantle. Bed. Blankets. Something wasn't adding up ... But it honestly didn't seem like a big deal to me. I was probably just tired after a long dark of ... studying. Or something. How late had I stayed up last night ?

As I tried to remember what went down last dark, the drapery on my right side was pulled back to reveal a breathtakingly beautiful brunette, dressed in a skimpy blanched bikini. She beamed at me, looking upon my prone form.

"trade good sunup Babe !"she cheered, with expectant vehemence placed on"morning ”."How do you feel today ?"Her smile took up such a magnanimous circumstances of her face, I was surprised that there was elbow room for anything else. Instantly, I thought two discriminate but scary thoughts.

The outset was that I had no mind who this girlfriend is or what she's doing in my bedroom. And the second was that I felt so much punter knowing she came up to ensure on me. I recoiled at the comfort I felt at seeing this woman, but couldn't externalize it. I just smiled back at this happy girl.

"Gooooood…"I replied slowly."I feel ... tired."

"wellspring, you certainly slept quite a while !"she said, without missing a beat. Or was she ahead of me by one ?"But we got a big day today ! We got ta get you all ready !"

With two helping hand, the daughter ( should I ask for her figure ? ) took my blanket and flung it back, freeing my torso completely. I felt the morning air all over my nude bend, relishing it.

nude person. Naked. Had I gone to sleep without wearing anything ? I remembered brushing my dentition, checking my phone, doing some version, but I don't know if clothes ever got in there. I wasn't too concerned by it, though. It was in the past ... And this little girl ... she seemed to live best.

"My name's Lucy, in case you forgot !"the female child said. Was she reading my mind ? How did she recognize that I didn't know her name ?

"Oh, silly Babe ! We've been through this before ! I can record you like an give book ! Don't worry about it,"with a hard slap on my ass,"I'll always be there for you."She pulled my body into hers, my nozzle stuffed into her bra. It was a dizzying aroma, the perfume of another char. Almost intoxicating.

She pulled me away from her, and took me by the hand. I followed behind her, glad for the way and counseling to go ... wherever it is we were going. I felt at rest just being led by ... Lucy, I guess that was her name, as she doted all over me.

"We've got to pick out your outfit for today ... there's this one dress that's gotten all yucky in the rachis of your closet ! And it's gon na come out today !"This was a girl on a mission, and I was just along for the drive. And I variety of liked it ! My pussy seemed to like it too, as I felt some moisture down there.

We came to a stop within a very large waltz closet. frock and turnout and shoes lined every wall, with mirrors abound. The only if expanse not covered was the doorway to this refuge. So many people of colour, outfits, excogitation, texture ... Did I even recognize all of these apparel ? I felt like I'd raddled deal of them. But I couldn't account for everything. It hurt to imagine about it…

My stupor was interrupted by a white sundress being wrapped around my curves. A short skirt hung around my hips, barely longer than my finger tips. Two loving cup pushed my boobs up, letting any observers know exactly where their aid should be focused.

"We've got to support your girls, Babe, they're pretty huge !"

She's flop, my breast were huge. I remember picking out this garb because it was one of the few that could impart my stand. It was also fun to flash what I had and evidence it off to the existence.

"Lucy, do I need any ... y'know ... step-in ?"I asked quietly ? I was met with a neutral glance, almost ... disappoint ?

"Babe, we've talked about this. You need to learn to sustain some self control down there, and that means leaving it all out there."Lucy closed the distance between us, talking More sternly than I can ever return. We've ... had this conversation before. I think. Yes, we've had almost this exact talk before. And every time, the answer had been no.

"I know, I'm ... doing my best."I looked down at my feet, crossing my paw behind my back. I'd felt this emotion before, late down. It was exciting, yet scary.

"sister, believe me, I know just how laborious you're tryin ’. Every day it gets a petty easier."Now she grinned at me, smiling with that smile of hers, looking so happy at me. I felt a little happy too.

Lucy picked out a pair of sandals for me to wear, and slipped them right onto my feet.

"Before we head off, do a short twirl for me, would you Babe ?"

There was that"Babe"epithet again. Had I stopped resisting her calling me that ? That wasn't my name. I knew it wasn't. It didn't make me angry to try her yell me babe. I ... don't love how I felt. Annoyed. But not angry.

But I did relish in the afterglow of the twist I did for Lucy, feeling the air lap around my thighs and pegleg. I felt a wave of warmth wash over me, and let out a little giggle.

"Seems like someone's all fired up ! It's sentence for breakfast, sister, let's get goin'!"I eagerly followed behind her, leaving the closet and trekking further into my house.

My house. The house. Was this my house ? I recognized so much of it, the furniture and the decor and the organization, but it seemed distant somehow. Like a very confining friend had picked it all out, and run it by me to approve. It had my elan written all over it, from the rugs to the pigment and the pictures, but I couldn't recall the details of actually putting everything together. It bothered me.

I was so caught up in my surround that I didn't realize we were in the kitchen until I bumped into the kitchen island. Lucy invited me to sit down while she prepared solid food for both of us. I sat down in a bar chair and watched her cook.

But the way I ended up sitting down was a little weird. My clothes kept on riding up my rose hip, baring my ass to sit down on the faux leather. No issue how I adjusted my seat, the dress would not underwrite even contribution of my butt.

"Oh, Babe, I keep forgetting to get that death chair fixed !"Lucy noted, jolting me as I had been so focused on my quandary. She must have been watching me for a while."It's so slippery and catches all kind of manner. I'll remember to take care of it later, but this ain't the first time this has happened. You'll be good, right ?"

"Yeah…"I stated meekly,"this is all right."The kitchen range top was on the other side of meat of the island from me, and as Lucy tended to breakfast, I couldn't tell if she could see my pussy or not. I wasn't really for sure if I cared.

I looked out to the window on the former English of the kitchen, peering out to the backyard. A boastfully pool took up most of the window, ringed with electric chair, umbrellas, and more outdoor furniture. A covered hot tub lay to the face of the pool as well. A quaint lawn was on the other side of the hot tub, grass stretching up to a closed chain of trees. My position culminated with a blue, cloudless sky, the sun shining brightly up above.

The sound of a refrigerator door slamming shut caught me off safety device, with Lucy holding a carton of Milk River in her hand, pouting over it."Expired, don't they make these things last longer ? How much of this stuff and nonsense just gets thrown out ?"

Lucy looked at me, and turned her glower into a smile. Grabbing a bowl, she turned back to me and came much closer.

"Babe, dearest, we're all out of Milk again. kind of than run out and grab some, would you listen helping me out ?"Her optic looked from me to my breast. I had no idea what she was asking me to do…

"I ... don't know what you mean."I replied softly, still trying to keep eye contact.

"Come on, Babe, I mean your boobs ! You've got lots of the stuff to go around ! No milk means no breakfast, and no breakfast makes us both all sorts of cranky."

From my dope ? Did she imply, like, lactating into a bowl ? I looked from my dummy to the pipe bowl in her deal, then back to my boob.

"You mean ... from me ?"I nearly whispered while looking down at my vauntingly pitcher's mound. Had I always been able-bodied to do that ?

"Of row, dear ! I know this isn't the most comfortable thing for you to do on your own. I'll get the milk out, but you're gon na have to hold the bowl for me, ok ?"

She held the bowling ball right in strawman of me, waiting for me to seize it from her. I'd never ... I don't think I'd ever ... had milk come out of my dope before. I couldn't remember if I had. But I also couldn't recall if I hadn't. It was getting hard to think about it ... it hurt to believe about it. I didn't want it to hurt.

The pain went away as I took the pipe bowl with both hands, and held it below my right boob. With eager hands, Lucy slipped the tit out from under my frock and began to massage it gently.

The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt, so calm down and relaxing. I could palpate both teat stand tumid, proud to do what it was they were made to do. What they knew how to do. What they'd done so many multiplication before.

And just like that, a slow jet of milk began to leak from my boob. I hadn't noticed a pressure behind them before, but upon releasing the milk, I felt it with such intensity level. Such confinement. It hurt ... it hurt to have Milk in my white meat. But then it flowed out, along with all my worries about this. This experience. This being here.

I let out a low groan, a deal of elation, as the last of the Milk escaped my good teat. Looking down, the large bowl was almost filled to the brim with milk. My milk. White person Milk.

Lucy took the arena from my shaking hands, and put it down near the stove, and got a large credit card soda bottle. The two cubic decimetre kind.

She held it right up to my forget nipple, almost creating a sense of suction, and I latched onto it with my hands. Once again, I felt force per unit area and constriction leaving my boob and flowing right into the bottle. It was liquid gold, my liquid gold, flowing rig It felt so undecomposed. Having a strong hand massage and squeeze it out. Seeing milk flow into the feeding bottle. Feeling the wetness of my milk as it leaves me.

Wetness. Wet. Something about that word echoed in my head, but I couldn't anatomy out what it was. I liked the sound of the Scripture ... wet. Maybe that's what it was ?

As all good things must, the bottle was released from my shaking hands, screwed tight, and put back in the fridge."For later, Babe. Thanks for your help."Lucy came back over to me and gave my os frontale a big smooch, then turned away from me to tend to breakfast.

My nous was still caught in a thick haze, caught completely off guard by how amazing that felt. My dummy still hung away my dress, and it occurred to me that I liked having them exposed. Letting them breathe. Letting them be free.

But Lucy talked about having ego control. Learning how to fight my urges. With a grumph, I tucked my titties back inside my attire, letting my hands rest against my crotch.

Wet. snatch. That's why I had been so caught up on being wet. My puss was sopping wet, leaking into the electric chair. Looking down, my clit stood proud as well.

I was afraid to relate it any promote. I felt so sensitive down there. Just rubbing the chairwoman by accident was enough to air shivers throughout my physical structure. I didn't want to know what would bump if I actually played with myself.

And it was like Lucy said. Self restraint.

I looked up from my crotch to see a large snack counter breakfast set out before me. flannel-cake, scrambled ball, Daniel Chester French goner, I could barely swear out all the solid food that was laid out in front of me. But I knew that I was thirsty. Very hungry. Seeing this, smelling it, hearing a plate, knife, and fork be placed in front of me. It set off my stomach to growl. I tore into the eggs that were closest to me, shovelling them down my throat.

Everything tasted delicious. It tasted so creamy, so delightful. It had been made with my milk. I was eating my own Milk River. This gave me even to a greater extent of a rationality to just enjoy the food, eat it all. Looking up at Lucy, she also made a diminished plate for herself, and took her clip with her comparatively belittled meal. She just watched me.

"Don't stop on my account !"she cheered,"You're doing so undecomposed ! You need to eat a biiiiig breakfast for what we've got planned today."

I needed no further invitation, and scarfed down what remained of the battercake. The clamber testicle were taken care of in dead social club, too. And, lastly, the Gallic goner found its way being chewed by my jaws.

It all tasted so good. The thirst in my belly had quieted down, as I digested that monolithic repast.

"Buurrrp !"A huge burp escaped my lips, and I was too late with my hands to try and cover it up. Lucy clearly noticed, and just stared at me with wide eyes.

And then she started laughing. And I did too. And everything was all rightfulness. It wasn't the best affair in the reality to do, but if we could laugh off a massive burp as that, then I think affair would be all right.

"I don't know how many times I've said it, but you've got quite the appetite !"she said through her giggling."Yeah…"I replied,"motive something to help out these matter,"hefting up my monumental boobs. They'd shrunk noticeably since being milked, but still carried a lot of weighting.

I stood up to stretch, noticing some chain of liquid that connected from my puss to the chair. I swatted them with my helping hand as my clothes fell to deal it all up again.

I felt an ache down there, like something was now missing. Did I like the feeling of something rubbing up against me ? I wasn't sure. But my confusion was swept away by Lucy's adoring paw grabbing mine, leading me back through the house again. There were so many elbow room, so many hallways, unexplored areas with little light source. Would I get the hazard to search them all ?

We ended up outside, with the chair and the pool and the sun. It shone richly above us, bathing us two missy in sunlight. Two pollyannaish, buxom, happy girls.

We ended up on the lawn, where two yoga mats rested in the Grass. They faced each other horizontally, with just a animal foot of pasturage between the edge of each.

"It's yoga time !"Lucy announced, taking her place on the bluing mat."You remember everything from last prison term, right ?"She cocked her head quizzically, and looked back towards me.

"Of track !"I replied in earnest,"This is partner yoga, I couldn't have forgotten all that stuff."Why would she interrogate me that way ? I remember all the clip we'd done this together. All of them.

I stood on the pink mat, reaching out my insipid work force towards hers. She reached hers out to meet mine. We were different height, off by at least half a foot, but the two of us had worked it out so far. This should be a piece of cake.

I felt my legs begin to do all the thought, sweeping me off my own infantry as muscular tissue retentivity kicked in. push and draw out. twirl. We were two tone girl, almost dancing with each other. I could sense Lucy's strong point as my body formed a plank while she held me feet. Lucy laid on her back as her inwardness supported mine. Taking her deal, she bent her knees and kicked me over her top dog, leaving me upside-down on my head and manus.

My sun wearing apparel was getting in the way. It kept getting in the way. I was so sick and commonplace of this stunned thing telling me what to do ! Let me assume what I want to wear, not this skimpy thing that does cypher early than make people look at me.

I rolled forward onto my human knee, feeling Lucy grab the shoulder shoulder strap of my garb. My eyes pleaded with hers. Asking her. Begging her to do it. Gunter Grass brushed against my pussy, and I could palpate the cool air on my ass. I needed to not worry about this. I just wanted ... needed to be free.

Lucy smiled, with that huge smile of hers. Her hands pushed both articulatio humeri straps down and off of me. The cups to my attire were pushed away from my boobs. And I felt the white fabric leave my form, leaving me naked.

Naked. Nude. It felt so good to imagine it. This was so much more easy and relieving. Why did I have to wear it again ? I couldn't remember. Lucy didn't seem to mind taking it off and throwing it somewhere. With her two hands, she pulled me down, and I came to a rest on my cover. Lucy grabbed the inside of my thighs and brought me skinny to her, leaving me in her lap.

Lucy's ramification rested on the outsides of mine, and her manus gently wrapped around my body, crossing over and grabbing her opposite word shoulder. I felt so sex, letting my organic structure be free to the sunlight. Feeling warmth all over me. It almost tickled !

I sat there, in Lucy's lap, for a while. I couldn't narrate how long. The sun didn't seem to move too much. But I did feel Lucy's hands gather underneath my pussy. I couldn't see what she was doing, and I couldn't sense it either. All I knew was that her finger ended up my mouth, somehow, coated with something delectable. It was sugary, sweet-scented, and so tasty. I sucked on her fingers greedily, wanting to bask in this mouthful. But she pulled them away after all the taste had gone.

Why was she doing this to me ? I wanted Thomas More of it !

Another hand, Lucy's other handwriting I realized, wafted under my nozzle, alerting me to its presence. It smelled divine. Did that ejaculate from me ? It must cause ... I tasted so good.

"You've always wanted to know what you tasted like, Babe."Lucy craned her chief around the right side of my case, her sexy spokesperson ringing through my ears."Now, you're getting just a sample. I hope you enjoy it."And then the airplane went right into my gaping mouthpiece, allowing me to nurse on my own juices.

How had I never done this before ? I tasted so in effect ! I would really take in to do this more often, if I could ever get away from Lucy.

That thought struck a chord in my mind. Getting away from Lucy. Why would such a thought even occur to me ? Why would I want to, let alone palpate the urge, to depart this beautiful, amazing girl ? What reasons could I even have for doing so ?

Lucy took my body and twirl it around. My ramification now wrapped around either side of meat of her hips, and my mouth lined right wing up with her nipples. She must have been feeling sexy too, with her bra nowhere to be found. I felt her bare pelvic girdle along the interior of my wet second joint, telling me that she was nude, too. Just like me.

"It's time for a snack, Babe. wassail up !"Her voice rang through my auricle. I knew, on a cryptical level, what I needed to do. I'd felt the birdcall ever since her titty walked into the bedroom. I needed this.

With an open mouth, I took her left teat into my mouth, and began to suck. And suck. And suck.

Milk flowed like a tap from her nipple, satisfying my urges on such a carnal point. I hadn't known how badly I needed this until the start bead of her Milk touched my tongue. This had been missing from my life for ... for a long time. But knowing this existed, knowing how this tasted, made the experience almost unreal.

My arms wrapped around her back, anchoring myself to her. Like mine, her tit were made to be big and make milk. To make people stare at her. To make people want her.

Two warm hands grabbed my ass, and I felt the ground leave my pes. Lucy held me in her arms. Her strong arms.

I looked up at her, my backtalk still suckling from her boobie. She just smiled down at me, parting some pilus out from in front of my centre, and began to walk.

I couldn't Tell where we were going. I didn't care. I just needed everything that Lucy had to give. I didn't experience how long we walked for, either. I felt like I could stay like this for ... for a while.

Lucy rested me onto a flabby blanket, switching to her other udder as she did so. Milk River came out of her tit even faster now, and I didn't have to suck as heavily to get what I needed. She held me in her coat of arms so tightly, smothering me, warming me, calming me.

I could still experience that warm breeze, tickling my sopping wet cunt as it leaked all over the place. What did I need to have self ascendence for ? Why bother ? I'd never felt happier, more alive, than I did right now.

And yet ... I still felt like something was missing. Something that could make me find even better. But I couldn't image it out ... I'd think of it soon. If it was important, I'd have remembered it by now !

Lucy removed my chest from her back talk, and I re ... reluct ... let go. I didn't want to, but she had no more Milk River left.

"You're such a good girl, baby,"she cooed, threading her hand behind my shoulders to pull me in tight. She looked so hot. And her consistency felt so warm.

"You're doing so great. You're doing everything you need to. Just keep doing that for me, all decently Babe ?"Her eyes got really minuscule and she turned her head to the side a niggling, looking at me funny.

"Y-y-y-yessss ... Lucy ... I'm doing ... what a honest young woman ... does."I felt the Word add up right out, naturally. I was shaking with ... shaky feelings. I felt amazing. Why wouldn't I keep doing everything Lucy needed me to ?

"Good Babe. Do you cognise what it means for a young lady to squirt ?"

"N ... no ... what's that ?"

"Squirting is something girls do when they're glad. You've been doing it an awful lot, which means you must be a happy girl. Feel your pussy, Babe !"

Lucy guided my helping hand down to my crotch, resting it on the slick surface. Just my digit gracing the surface sent a wave through my soundbox, a shake. It felt so effective ! And wet ! Looking down, I saw just how wet the blanket was around my cunt. Dark splotch of my felicity surrounded my pussy.

I must have been a super felicitous young woman to squirt this lots ! I could feel my smile stretch across my typeface, and my kitty-cat let out a vast jet of joy. Squirting made me palpate even glad !

"That's it, Babe, just relax. Let your body do the thinking. All the hard work. find your problem flow right out of your middling slit, like a river."

"Like ... riv ... rrrrrrr"More like a waterfall, as if my horny cunt was trying to challenge Lucy's words, shooting liquid gold right out of me. I'd never felt such pleasance, this ... this awe-inspiring Department of Energy.

Lucy sat me up on my ass, my limp torso feeling so unleash in her arms. She planted my blazonry on either side of my boobs, squishing and framing them while also keeping me true. While she spread my legs to open up the inside of my body, I took in the backyard again.

My judgement was still extremely cloudy, and I had a laborious meter taking in things around me. There was a pond. green goddess. A big firm. A blue sky. A brilliant sun. A docile air that made me finger funny and giggle.

"Babe, do you remember when you gave me all your milk ? When I had to squeeze your titties to get it out ?"I felt hands wrap around my wide dummy. Full. Big. It felt so beneficial for Lucy to hold them like this. I wanted her to mash them, but couldn't find the words…

"Your horny fiddling mouth says you do. I need you to assist me by squeezing your titties together with your weaponry. drive your weaponry together,"as Lucy gripped my sleeve and brought them a petty closer to each other,"and let your milk out."

It sounded so grueling. I was so intemperately. My nipples were so hard. I felt the pressure building up in my boobies again. I needed to do what Lucy said ... maybe it would help ?

Looking down at my teat, I slowly brought my left arm and right arm together at the same clock time, squishing my booby together. I was so careful ... I felt so ... touchy feely.

But then, I felt it again, a flyspeck stream escaping through my tit. I saw a niggling bit of milk shoot forward and brand the moistness blanket.

It was all the invitation I needed, and I milked my big boobies hard and long. My cunt was also joining in on the fun, spraying every which way around me.

I let my Milk fly wherever I happened to be pointing. Lucy just watched me. I could feel her staring at me. Seeing me. Loving me. Then she was gone, and I only caught her ass as she walked back inside the house.

Where was she going ? I wanted Lucy ! Needed her ! I tried to put up up, but I slipped on the blanket and almost fell down. My titties were still being milky, and my pussy let down a effusion of my succus. My whitish tits calmed down, but still leaked from my mamilla, rolling down my potbelly. Cunty body of water came out of me, sticking to my legs and knees.

A potent, warm idle words blew by me, making every constituent of my dead body feel randy. Needy. Sexy. This was a fire I couldn't put out alone. But how ?

I looked around, but Lucy had gone away. Where was she ? I needed her to avail me !

Then I saw the hot tub. Bubbling and steaming hot. Hot. Steamy. It was the only thing hotter than me.

I tried to go to the hottub, but felt a waving of pleasure as I took my first step. My heel and toes were dampish with my limpid love. At some spot my sandals had gone missing, leaving my feet caked in my own Milk and pussy juice. Getting over there was going to be hard.

With a very bantam step, I got closer. I felt another fit of sexiness. But not as often as before. I took another step, and was met with even less.

By the time I got to the tub, I felt more in control. More powerful. I carefully stepped into the hot tub, sinking my total body into it.

All my self control condition vanished from my body, as I sank deep into the heat energy. Into the jets, positioned on my boobs and near my twat. Wrapping my torso with steam. Taking me. Owning me.

I felt even smashing than before, less frenzied and ... crazy. These opinion were so much stronger, but I didn't feel like I was being taken over by it. Instead, I felt like I was putting on all the sexiness and delight like a coat, keeping me warm.

I laid my chief back and let my consistence do whatever it needed to do. Milk River leaked a niggling longer into the water until it stopped. The Bill Gates to my snatch came to a finish, ready to spread again some other sentence.

Steam from the hot tub surrounded me. I closed my eyes, allowing the heat to do what it needed to.

As soon as I closed my heart, I opened them to a bright room. Very very bright. Was I just sitting in a hot tub ? No, I was in a steamy room. No water. E. B. White pot graced my curves, my wet hair, my booby. I stood up onto my feet, taking it all in.

No sooner did I stand up did I experience a mitt on my thigh. Lucy ? Was it her ? Turning quickly, I faced the empty air, no pretty girl to adjoin. Pushing through the steam, I felt another handwriting on my ass. Then my stomach. Then my hair.

Everyone wanted to touch me, but I couldn't find them. I couldn't lean into their strong anatomy, lean over and let someone take me. My pes were still delicate, and I could only travel a little bit at a meter, while ghostwriter script felt me up.

I was scared. But I like the tone, the adhesive friction of a hand on my thigh, a slap on my ass, the Northerner of my hair. It made me even more horny and giggly.

What had I been doing, again ? I looked around to find an exit, but couldn't see anything. zip but white steam, wisps curling around my hot body.

The merely way for me to move was forward. I pushed on, enjoying all the script touching, poking, playing with me. My every curve ball was just something for them to play with. And I loved it ! The speech sound of a hired hand slapping my bubble tail, the feeling my hair being pulled and knotted, the scent of sexy sex. Why shouldn't I enjoy something that made me experience so great ?

And then I saw a door. I almost bumped right into it, since it was all shabu and pretty fogged up. I couldn't make out my reflexion in the door at all ... only shapes and colouring material that vaguely looked like a girl. A beautiful fille. A sexy girl. But I knew that maybe I'd ... I'd get where I needed to go if I walked through the threshold.

I didn't want to allow for all this care behind, but I had to ... get back to doing something. I couldn't remember what. But it had been of import. I think.

With one hired man I pushed through the doorway and entered into a a lot darker distance. There was no auditory sensation here, no helping hand clawing at me, goose egg at all. What was this place ? I kept walking inside, my small footfall making wet squishes on the flooring.

After my eyes adjusted a little bit, I saw something in the center of the room. It looked like one of those slavery things from porno, with lots of strap and strand and thing I couldn't recognize. I picked it up in my hands, trying to understand how it worked. It looked so busy, like there was so practically stuff going on. How could anyone even fit into something like this ?

My persuasion were answered by the harness slipping out of my finger and hovering in the air. night shadows manipulated this strappy batting cage and held it out in front of me. Testing me. Inviting me.

And then my own infantry left the floor, bending at the knee as I simply hung. Dark hands gripped my pegleg, and held them high, and my arms were kept behind my backrest too.

I was so daunt. I was so excited. My bitch and boobies dribbled with raw sexiness. I was going to be all wrapped and tied up ! I'd known it from the consequence I'd seen this prison house that I belonged inside of it. It was built for me. It even had"babe"etched into the straps ! With a little core too !

Leather began to wrap around me, tying my branch to my knees, my arm and hands to my shoulders. My pussy was cut off from the receptive air, ditto to my big pinhead. A blindfold erased my sight, and a gag silenced my mouth. My ears were muffled and my hair was tied up and strapped to my back.

Who was doing this ? How ? I couldn't Tell. It all happened so quickly. And I didn't quite judgment.

And then there was windlessness. Quiet. Peace. I'd offered no electric resistance to my seizure, and felt at rest. well-situated, on my back. Waiting for something to happen.

And then I smelled something different in the air. It smelled cleaner. freshman. Was I outside ? Where I had been resting on a hard trading floor, something soft cushioned me. It felt warm. I felt warm. Hot. And wet, too.

Yes, I felt the hot sun on my hot curves. The air blowing all around me. I felt so randy, so edgy, so ... needy, but there was nothing I could do. I was strapped down tight. I couldn't wiggle a single part of my body, secure as I was.

My mind raged as my body was still. I needed to find relief, be satisfied, be filled up.

Filled up. I stopped to reckon about this for a consequence. Had anything ever gone into me ? Into my pussy or butt ? Lucy had taken such goodness care of me, giving me so practically to love and bask. She let me lick her fingers. But ... no. I'd never had anything fill me up.

This led to another thought. No matter how estimable I felt, no matter how horny or relaxed or restless I was, I hadn't had a 1 orgasm.

I remembered the feeling of pure bliss of waking up. Getting dressed. When I was milked. After my kitty-cat gushed. With every tone I took. In the hot tub. In the steamy place. And here. But no, I don't think I ever came. No orgasm. No finale. nada to top it all off.

I felt empty. Missing something. Missing a big orgasm. That was the nagging I felt in the funny corner of my brain ! It was telling me that I needed to cum.

So, with all my idea, I did my best to cum right then and there.

I must bear looked pretty silly, a girl naked and all tied up, wildly humping the air while tied and bound. When it dawned on me that I was so empty, the look consumed me. Took over me. It was all I could believe about. Cumming. Coming. Being filled right up by a huge ... something, so it could wash all my troubles away.

No matter how much I pulled at my arms, my peg, or anything, I remained perfectly still. Secure. Out of my own control.

But wait, that was what Lucy had said, right ? Something about control ? I think ? I just needed to ... control myself. Control my slippery cunt. And my big boobies.

It was so much soft said than done. I wanted so badly to stir myself. To fare. To feel the moving ridge of sex dry wash over me and overstretch me under. But I think the only when way I was going to get out of this was to calm down. And to show some control.

I kept my mind meddlesome. Thinking about other stuff. Like ... Lucy. Her hair. Her bra. The other dress she was showing me just this morning.

My pussy almost vibrated with desire. It needed me. But I couldn't think about it at all.

And then…I just stopped thinking. I focused on my breathing, hearing it slow. My cunt began to quiet down. I embraced the gentle air licking my calm form.

I rested. I was so tired from the rest of the day. My boobs hurt. My slit was sore. Muscles throbbed and pulsed. I simply relaxed, not thinking about fighting it all. I just wanted to ... be.

time passed. The sun set, its passion leaving me. I didn't budge an inch.

pelting poured and poured from the sky, only a slight faster than my cunt could hold on up. But there were no thoughts of pussy waterfalls in my thinker. Just a blank slate.

Had I fallen asleep ? The dawning sun beat heavily on my peel again. I relished in it.

My peace was shattered by hands clamoring over me, undoing straps and buckles and cracking. I was being released from my cage. But was it a Cage ? Why would it be a cage if I was glad here ?

And then I saw her face. Lucy. My ... I wasn't for sure what the rightfield word was. Something much stronger than a sis. Than a mother. Something I couldn't really understand. I wasn't sure that I wanted to ... or that I even could.

She just smiled at me, watching as I regained ascendancy of my body. farsighted torpid musculus were flexed, twist worked out, and soreness relieved.

My cunt had been officious, leaking a steady stream of my own pussy slobber. My titanic knocker were also letting out small-scale drip of milk, such was the insistency within them.

These idea were shattered when Lucy reached out her hands. She was gear up to take me, now that I was free.

But was I leaving one prison and entering another ?

Did I deal what the answer was ?

No ... Not really.

I heeded the strength within me to bear up and take her arms. Lucy held me in a compressed embrace, then spun me about. Her arms criss-crossed over my pot, and I relaxed in her embrace.

"Squirt."A bingle discussion, a Good Book I knew very well, a Bible I obeyed without question. My dead body knew just what to do, lowering the dam to my wet cunt and dribbling to the dry land below.

It was barely even something I needed to suppose about. My pussy was like a brawn I could bend, opening and closing it. For her. For Lucy.

There was a huge puddle beneath the two of us now. Its aroma wafted up to my nose, making me even more hornlike. And it made me eject even more.

"Close."I stopped, my stream reducing itself to a trickle before sealing up mean again.

"Milk."My boobies did what they were made to, and pushed out milk from each mamilla. There was a lot of it to go around, darkening the ground under and in front of me.

Like my kitty, it released a singular smell, telling me I was doing just the in good order thing, goading me to do even more. To let it out.

And I did. I let my pap show just how happy I was, by spraying it all out.

"Cease."My mammilla closed off, cutting off the milk that wafted in the air. I wanted to let all of it out, but knew better. Could do secure. Needed to do better.

"You're ready,"Lucy whispered into my ear, with that sing song phonation of hers. I was so ready ... I didn't know what I was ready for, but I knew that Lucy would do what was best for me. With me.

She began to take the air into the household, grabbing my arm and pulling me along. I still felt the thrill, the tickle of every pace as my juices caked my legs and feet.

I didn't let it show. I needed to do this. For her.

Our voyage through hallway upon hall went by in a fuzz for me. I wasn't focusing on the details around me. The kink and routine. I just stared at the spine of Lucy's head, my lover. My ... my everything. She was everything to me.

We came to a stop in a dark room. It was lit only by cd that circled the room like a anchor ring. lighter reflected off the floor, off of my wet body, and then was absorbed into the darkness around us.

In the core of the room was a dildo. Two dildos, one in nominal head of the other. Two monolithic dildos, standing proud and tall. They shone a undimmed, neon pink.

The one in nominal head had the tidings"BABE"spelled vertically on it. It was meant for me. My pussy got even wetter, knowing it would be entire and whole soon.

And then Lucy stopped. She turned to face up me, taking both my hands in hers.

"This is for you. You need to do this alone. I can't make you do this ... you have to want it."

Her words had taken me. They'd taken me since I woke up this morning. I would do anything she asked.

"But I need to ask you some interrogative. To make sure you're ready."

I pouted and struggled in her hands. I tried to break free and dip in, but Lucy remained solid. Whatever she needed to ask me, she was gon na ask them. Ugh.

"Do you know what logical dream is ?"

Nope. It sounded kinda funny story, though. Like a secret plan ?

"You're dreaming right now. You've been dreaming for a while. And you were in control of it. But you've been giving up your dominance, the long you've been here. I'm almost in control of you, now, but this…"she pointed to the twin titanic dildos,"is something you need to do. Then you'll be free. Of having to call up. Of having to do anything you don't want to do."

I was getting impatient. I just wanted to get fucked. My boobies slapped all over the position as I grew antsy.

"What's your public figure ?"

"infant ! Of form it is !"Why would it be anything else ? It was mine. It was something for me to own. My name. Babe.

"And ... you want this ? To be glad ? Sexy ? Forever and always ?"

"Forever and always !"I smiled the biggest smile I could, bouncing around on my tiptoes. My boobies bounced around, and I sprayed and squired and did everything I could to read her just how happy I was. Couldn't Lucy see that I wanted this ? That I needed this ? I was so felicitous with ... being happy. I wanted her to sleep together that. To let me do whatever it is she wanted me to do.

"I think you know what to do, then,"whispered Lucy, letting me go and gesturing to the phallic stalks."Go on, Babe !"

I bounded to the two shaft, positioning myself correct on top of them. Their counterpart bakshis barely graced the entries to me. I squatted right above them, holding myself up with one bridge player as the other carefully aligned the front with my pussy. My dripping wet cunt.

When the kickoff was resting against me, I moved the dildo below my ass to be just barely gracing my asshole. I could feel them waiting to be let in. And I needed this. I needed this more than anything.

With one fast squat, I pushed down on the two dicks, allowing them to enter me fully.

All the insistence inside me, all the things I'd held back and locked away, expressed themselves as my body convulsed. I came violently, my psyche unable to keep up with everything that was happening to me.

These counterpart titans pulsed so happily, with such heat and speed and Erinyes. I tried to observe up with them but lost the self-control to break off. Or care. Such was my commonwealth of arousal and sense experience, anything I touched set off another orgasm, one after the early after the former.

Sliding off my feet and onto my thighs, my twilight meant a much greater fall for me. Falling from caring about anything else other than these feelings, this pleasure, these sensations, this sensation of wetness and fullness that never seemed to go away. I had to arrest onto it.

I felt the puddle underneath me grow as my slit and butt expressed themselves, now filled to the rim with pure dick.

Time got away from me again. It had a habit of doing that, but I didn't mind. I was feeling so amazing and sexy and horny and every right countersign, I didn't care how long I spent sitting like this.

Two hands appeared on my huge boobies, squishing and evaluating them. squelch. liquidity crisis. Then they were smashed into each other, two fleshy orbs of milk colliding over and over again.

I convulsed through this ... manipulation of me, cumming every time my boobies were kneaded. My moan and groans rang through the little room.

Something slippery and thick slid through my sassing and down my throat. A glimpse through teary eyes told me it was another dildo. A big one. It tasted goooood. I could feel it pumping its hot, thick-skulled gold down my throat.

My brain was being taken over by this bliss. By these amazing sensations. By this pure sex. I felt my milk and snatch juice be squeezed through my backtalk, never ending. I felt it taking number and man of my head as it coursed through me, eventually leaking out my aroused pussy. My body was locked in pleasure, barely able to reserve itself up.

"Here comes the big one, babe. No more thinking. No more perturbing. Just listen to your pussy and do what it tells you to."

Lucy was saying something about me ... About thinking ? It sounded difficult. It took me a patch to understand what she was saying. But then I figured out how to hear to my slit, and stopped worrying so much. I moaned around the thickness in my mouth, sucking it hard.

"goodness girl. Come."

I obeyed Lucy, violently coming and feeling myself quake with fleshly pleasure. Everything faded into a White River haze, unable to see anything. All I could do was feel my branch writhe and milkshake and make a motion around. Hands reached out into thin air, trying to hold to anything as all my holes sang with joy ! I was coming ! I'd never felt anything like this ... but I didn't know what I was feeling.

I couldn't process anything former than complete pleasance. My center refused to see, my pinna refused to listen. I could only finger warm skin against mine, moving me, doing things to me, putting affair in me. I couldn't control myself anymore ... and it felt so good.

I could feel warm spit licking my thick mamilla, drinking my Milk. I felt hint above my pussy as it sprayed, feeling fingers dig themselves cryptical inside of me. My hair was pulled and twisted and yanked, and I was led around by it. It hurt so near ...

I was a break one's back inside my own eubstance, unable to see or hear anything. Only feel. And I loved it. I came again, happy and safe, knowing that I was being taken care of by Lucy ! That she would love me forever and ever. All I could do was experience ... feel my wet body unloosen its beloved, sense countless hands groping and clawing at me, smother in a sea of sex.

I sunk into the delight, unable and unwilling to pull myself out. current and wafture thrashed over me, taking over me, tossing and turning me. Then, after what felt the like forever, it flooded through me, and I lost sense of everything. Blackness took me, like the wave of the ocean I was now lost in.

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I was lying still on a pocket billiards floatie, letting the sun warm me up. I was getting ripe at controlling myself, but I still had ... urge. Impulses. I felt the dildos deep in my core, purring with passion and energy.

Lucy told me that learning to resist these impulses would help me. She knew I was substantial enough. But she hadn't told me I'd be lying completely still ...

The sky was a unclouded blue. I wasn't trusted how long I'd been lying here. The breeze on my nude dumbbell seemed to come and go, but always knew just how to thrill my nipples. It was my cunt that remained off boundary, and my hands simply rested at my position. I felt them twitching, itching to do something.

The water around me also remained still. It took so a good deal energy for me to stay still, not fidget around or dally with something. I was holding back the wafture inside of me, afraid that the tide would carry me out to sea.

But Lucy had been so proud of me recently ... She promised me something peculiar tonight if I could do this. I had to. For her.

I took a deep breath and closed my center. Time seemed to go faster when I stopped thinking and just felt. I thought more about what was happening to me, and less about what was going on around me. My thickly nipples, standing proud against the air. My randy cunt, restless and horny. My hair, wrapped up in a braid behind me. The water splashing around me. On me. Threatening to give way free.

A sharp jolt in my odd bosom woke me up. I looked down, then up at Lucy ! She'd joined me in the pool ! Looking at her, feeling her, just being near her made me feel so much skillful. Lucy looked deep into my eyes, a vast grin on her face. She just kneaded my tit some more as she stared into me ... And I stared right back, grinning happily.

I felt a jolt in my right boobie too, and saw Lucy was there as well ! Two plaza at once, she was so expert to me. Her hands kneaded my tits and scratched the area underneath them. With her gratis hand, Lucy and ... the early Lucy reached down to my private parts, a burning heat growing down there. I thrusted against their handwriting, eager for any physical body of relief. midst fabric separated my scratch from chancel. I needed this ! I needed this so incredibly badly please I just involve it now !

I couldn't hear Lucy whispering to me. Saying something. All I could try was the yowl in my caput as I began to act, thrashing and turning and threatening to shine into the pond. Only Lucy's hands held me in place, captive.

My heat was replaced with a sudden common cold. Wet. Water. I was in the pond, being pulled by many hands. More than two. I couldn't go along track, they were grabbing and groping and pulling and pinching me. tegument was colliding with pelt, trying to overtop me. race over me like an raging ocean.

Until I felt my cunt become empty. I was free ! liberate to do what my kitty was meant to do. But my implements of war and hands were kept far away. Out of my control. No amount of pulling could bring them back. The more I pulled, the Thomas More I felt around me, more consistence and more affectionateness and more groping.

Then it all disappeared. Instantly. All the water supply, all the people, all the grabbing, all the everything. All that was left was me, dripping wet and kneeling on a carpeted floor. A sleeping accommodation, I could tell. Mine ? I wasn't sure.

I felt a pull at my neck, feeling the grip of a collar demanding my attention. I knew the other end of it was held by Lucy. I scrambled over the bed bod, feeling the tug of my collar and my horny penury grow stronger.

Lucy lay on her back, a big thick strapon sitting between her thighs. She was defenseless otherwise, the ternion in her mitt continuing to yank on me. Her smile, her gaze, and the plunder waiting between her ramification, invited me forward.

I climbed on top of her, and slowly lowered myself onto her heaviness. She was large. And tender. And filling. And everything I needed…

Before I could even let out a groan of happiness, Lucy attached my mouth to her nipple, and I instantly began to suck. And suck. And suck. I hummed through the milk shooting down my pharynx, humping Lucy furiously and wrapping my arms around her vertebral column. She wrapped her own around me, her legs mounting my hips.

This was all I needed. This is all I ever wanted. This is everything I could ever dream of. To be lost in forever ... and ever .