The Vicenary - Short Stories
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				Title: <strong>The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 04:58:18</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Players</strong></span><br>Zamdrist<br>Oniya<br>charliesariel<br>TheWriter<br><br><strong>Premise</strong> - A series of short(er) stories set in the Vicenary (http://sites.google.com/site/vicenary/) world.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Stories</strong></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Sister Party (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=35658.msg1835907#msg1835907) - <em>Gather sisters, and often. Celebrate one another in love.</em> A Vicenary gathering celebrating sisterhood, companionship and lovers.</li><li>Teen Pregnancy Pact (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=35658.msg2037856#msg2037856) - Three teenage Vicenary girls explore the pistal pod birthing ritual, consummating their pact as well as indulging in the pleasures of pregnant sex.</li><li>Mother/Daughter Exchange Club?</li><li>?</li></ul><br><strong>Sister Party</strong> - Characters: Keya (Zamdrist), Adeni (Oniya), Marin (charliesariel)<br><strong>Teen Pregnancy Pact</strong> - Characters: Bailey (Zamdrist), Fiona (TheWriter), Sherrie (charliesariel)<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Keya</strong></span><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/Fu73pd.jpg)<br><br>Keya was annoyed. Annoyed because she was nervous. The diminutive young woman pulled on a pair of very naughty, and crotchless panties. They were decoration only really, white cotton with lacy embellishments. Otherwise nude, Keya stood in front of her open closet, hands in her hips and chewing her lip. What did one wear to a Sister party? Keya, an eclectic mix of Caucasian and Asian descent had beautiful mocha colored skin, smokey shaded eyes and long tresses of shiny brunette hair. Keya and her best friend had been invited to a Sister party. Not unlike other parties, many people were invited, alcohol would be served of course among other treats. What set this party apart from your garden variety ones however, it was likely and pretty much assumed there would be a lot of sex going on too. One did not take part in these kinds of parties if they didn't expect to be propositioned, pulled into a bedroom, or invited to join in a threesome, foursome, who knows how many. None of that made Keya nervous really, she had had multiple partners before. What did make her nervous was the party was hosted by a woman named Bethanne. She was her mother's boss, in fact, quite wealthy and ran in social circles of some repute. There was likely to be many quite attractive, well-to-do women at the party. Keya was determined to make a good impression.<br><br>Keya huffed, her breasts heaved outward, her bust smaller yet nicely rounded and topped with small brown nipples. She decided on a demure ruffled skirt , red with white flowers and matching camisole. A seemingly girly look, if it weren't for the crotchless panties under the skirt, exactly the effect she was looking for. Adding a ribbon to her hair, she might have been taken for an island girl.<br><br>In the bathroom Keya fussed over her hair and decided which perfume to go with. Her friend would be arriving soon. The party was starting in under half-hour, and while they were not expected to show themselves on time, Keya was as excited as she was nervous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 16:09:03</strong>
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				Adeni was only about a block away, just walking out of the transport station.&nbsp; Her wavy, honey-blond hair was pulled back with a green ribbon that matched her eyes, and nicely complimented the teal-blue dress she was wearing.&nbsp; She'd picked out something just a little flirty - spaghetti straps, a v-neck that showed just a little cleavage, and a hemline that dipped to the knee on one side and swept up to the mid-thigh on the other.&nbsp; White sandals with a slight heel tapped rapidly along the sidewalk as she hurried to her friend's house.<br><br>She knew how much this party meant to Keya - it was one of the reasons that she had agreed to come along.&nbsp; There was nothing worse than being at a party where you didn't know <em>anyone</em>, and even worse if you thought your behavior was under the microscope.
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				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 02:22:50</strong>
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				Like all the citizens of Viginti, Keya resided in a complex of apartments and condominiums. Real estate was a premium in the metropolis and thus most residences were of a modest size. Only the well-to-do could afford and had the connections to land a spacious living space. Nevertheless, Keya's place served her well enough, room for two comfortably. Like all buildings in Viginti, each had a color theme, and residences were purple. The shade and hue of color varied and while other colors might also be found, the building's primary color was dictated by city code.<br><br>The frame of Keya's door light up and an audible but pleasant chime sounded, indicating Adeni's arrival. Keya's tapped the sensor on the wall beside the door, which slide open and presented her friend.<br><br>"Hey girl! Come on in!" Keya pulled her friend in by her hand and leaned in for an affectionate kiss. The two had been friends for years, since grade school. They had been lovers too for a time and quite comfortable with one another. While the friendship had not blossomed into a full blown romance, they remained close. A testament to their strong friendship.<br><br>"Oh girl, you look scrumptious! Love the dress, " grinned Keya brightly. "And you have to let me borrow those sandals sometime..." Keya said and she led Adeni through her modest apartment, through the bedroom and to the bathroom.<br><br>Keya was whirlwind of words and activity, chattering away and hustling about her place for the last few items she needed before they left. To her ears she fastened a pair of dangling, shiny earrings. These were one of her few, precious items of guilty pleasure. The fashionable earrings doubled as her RFID, a device all Vigintians possessed, and which acted as bank account, front door key and official identification. The cleverly fashioned devices were quite sensitive, and quite important to each person's ability to move about the city and purchase things. To have one fashioned into jewelery was quite popular and trendy.<br><br>Keya slipped into a pair of closed toe red pumps that flattered her naturally brown legs nicely, grabbed her favorite clutch and said, "Well hon, you ready? You nervous?"<br><br>Between Adeni's teal dress and Keya's red and white flowered one, the pair were a burst of floral colors, sure to catch the eye and tempt the reserved. It would be little surprise if the two young women take the Sister party by storm with their youthful sass and enticing sexuality.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 05:25:26</strong>
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				Adeni laughed.&nbsp; "Not as bad as you - you look like you're going to blow a fuse or something."&nbsp; In all the years they'd known each other, Keya had never quite reached <em>this</em> level of animation.<br><br>"I mean - it's just a party, you know?&nbsp; Everyone's going to be there to have a good time, not to pick us apart, right?"&nbsp; She gave her best friend a hug, which also served to hold Keya in place for more than two seconds.<br><br>"So, where exactly is this place.&nbsp; Are we walking or taking the rail?"&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 06:27:37</strong>
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				Keya smiled broadly and laughed out loud, "Oh I know, just a party right? Still, there's going to be a lot of women there, some of them are likely going to be important 'socialites'. I just want to make a good impression you know."<br><br>In Adeni's embrace, Keya did not let the opportunity slip by her, grabbing a hold of the woman's ass in both of her hands and pulled her in for a hot little kiss.<br><br>Keya leaned her forehead to Adeni's and looked into her eyes, coyly saying, "And you girl, I'm going to make sure a couple of us gang up on you and treat you right!"<br><br>"We'll take the train, the party is on the other side of town"<br><br>Hand in hand the two women left Keya's lavender and mauve apartment complex. Across from Keya's place the two awaited the train. They were joined by other women, most dressed to the nines for a night out on the town. By the dress of some, sheer thigh high stockings and temptingly short skirts, they were headed to one of the various clubs for some dancing and pubbing. An older, elegant and stylish couple were likely headed for a coffee shop or wine bar.<br><br>A deep hum and rush of air signaled the arrival of the train. Both Keya and Adeni's skirts fluttered about in the gust of air, drawing fits of laughter from them, and furtive glances from the others gathered at the depot.<br><br>The rich maroon colored electric train eased to a stop and its doors opened to let out its riders, mostly commuters just getting off a long day of work. The two women boarded the busy train and found a seat for two. Ahead of them sat a couple close to their age, chattering on about their destination, The Twenty, a high energy dance club.<br><br>The train soon took off and Keya squeezed his friend's hand, "This is going to be so fun!" Exclaimed Keya.<br><br>After the sun set on Viginti, the metropolis was a cacophony of glowing neon lights. The train sped about the city, the lights a blur of greens, blues, yellows and more. The train made several stops along the way, dropping off riders and picking up new ones. The couple ahead of them got off, hurriedly making for the club, chattering and laughing with excitement.<br><br>The train rounded the 'Old District' a collection of less oft used buildings of more antiquated design. The path the train took however afforded a view of the Vicenary, a park and monument to the founding sisters. These were the twenty women who colonized Vicenarius. The marble statues were gigantic and imposing up close, even inside the train. The statues form a circled in the center of the park, all facing the center, each an ode to one of the twenty women whom all the women of Viginti owed a debt to.<br><br>Just outside the Old District, their train came to its last stop and the two women exited the train. Before them was a collection of residential buildings, condominiums and suites stacked and arranged four levels high. Between the buildings were fashioned breezeways and porticoes that lead in various directions. Keya had specific instructions however and confidently led the way to the appropriate building. Like her own, the complex was many different shades of purple, lavender and mauve. Finely crafted embellishments and ornamental decorations broke up the primary purple theme with a cream coloring along corners and creases between the floor and ceiling. It was quite apparent the people who lived here, made a good living.<br><br>Keya stopped before the door bearing the suite number she was given.<br><br>"You read girlfriend?" Smiled Keya.<br><br>Keya buzzed the bell, and soon the door opened. What the two women saw left both their mouths held open with something of surprise.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 07:10:39</strong>
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				"Ready as I'll ever be," Adeni grinned.&nbsp; &nbsp;"What do you think - are we going to be the youngest ones there, or just the hottest?"&nbsp; It was a bit of a joke, something to take the edge off of walking into a strange place.&nbsp; They'd come up with it somewhere back in their freshman year, when they'd both managed to score invites to an 'after-prom' party, where they actually <em>had</em> been the youngest there.<br><br>Then, the door swung open, and Adeni's jaw dropped open.&nbsp; "Oh.&nbsp; Oh my."&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 05:42:30</strong>
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				Keya's eyes widened in pleasurable surprise at what the two young women saw before them. The hostess and owner of the suite, Bethanne greeted them. She was a tall woman, nearly six feet, with shorter blond hair pinned back with a sparkling beret.&nbsp; Softer blue eyes tamed her otherwise intimidating height and elegance. She wore a sheer black camisole that left her midriff bare, showing off a diamond pierced navel. The eye catching swell of her breasts were quite visible, her nipples would have been too were it not for the camisole's strategically placed embroidery that covered them, each with a diamond stud sewn into the fabric. She otherwise only wore a matching short silk skirt, her bare toes painted a seductive bright red. The woman was likely fifteen years their senior, yet showed her age very little and only pronouncedly in her manner. The thought of lying naked with this woman made Keya positively squirm.<br><br>"Oh good, Keya, and your friend Adeni, right?" The woman said. Keya had remitted the invitation she had received several weeks ago, along with Adeni's name of course. Bethanne it seemed was as smooth and attentive as she was beautiful.<br><br>"Come in, please. Come in," Bethanee said warmly. "You both look so delightfully sexy!"<br><br>The feel and ambiance of the residence was immediately obvious. The lights were low of course, candles were lit about the larger living room generously. The smells were wonderful, a mix flowers and new rain. There were two L-shaped couches that dominated the center of the room, with two love seats placed around at opposite ends of the room.<br><br>Just in the living room there were already six other women, all of various ages and each quite beautiful and alluring in each their own ways. All were dressed, if scantily so. Two were kissing longingly, all sat closely with comfortable affection. Introductions were made, smiles all around with small handshakes.<br><br>"We of course have plenty to drink if you wish, wine, vodka, slyvy too of course, help yourself," Bethanne offered pointing to a well stocked bar.<br><br>An open door lead into another room, presumably a bedroom, likely a guest room. It was clear what was going on in there, with three writing naked women had gotten a head start on the festivities. The smacking of lips and the hushed moans of pleasure filtered into the living room, competing with the soft music that played.<br><br>From the earliest of times the Vicenary urged their sisters to gather and celebrate their femininity. <br><br><em>Gather sisters, and often. Celebrate one another in love.</em><br><br>That was the passage passed down over the generations. Most interpreted the urging quite literally, some thought it meant more than just a celebration of the flesh. Indeed, were the Vicenary to look down upon these women, they would be pleased, even if their words had been understood too strictly.<br><br>Even still, most of these women had never met one another before, but for who they brought with them. The idea was to mingle and socialize, like any party. However, the openness and sexual liberty the Vigintian society had cultivated ensured the clothes would not stay on long, and the pleasantries would soon be followed up with more sincere engagement of lips and more.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 07:03:30</strong>
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				"I feel a little - overdressed," Adeni whispered to Keya as they walked into the room, but she kept a pleasant smile on her face.&nbsp; She wasn't uncomfortable with either the near-nudity or the blatant displays of affection - even if it was more than the pubbing that she and Keya had engaged in before.&nbsp; Instead, it was the odd reversal of having everyone else in that state while she and Keya weren't.<br><br>"Are you going to have anything, Keya?" she asked as she headed towards the bar.&nbsp; Drinking was still relatively new to her, and so she looked for something familiar - a rose' or zinfandel, perhaps - before pouring a small glass that she <em>intended</em> to sip slowly.<br><br>It wouldn't do to embarrass her friend in front of the others.
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				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 12:16:25</strong>
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				Marin sat on the couch.&nbsp; This was certainly not her first Sisters party, and she was finally getting comfortable with the casualness of it all, and the wonderful way the gatherings made her feel.&nbsp; Accepted, welcomed, loved.&nbsp; She was still young, on the whole, in her first adult year, and her slender frame showed that well enough.&nbsp; Her youthful appearance and delicate features made her a favourite at these gatherings.&nbsp; The silken gossamer-fine platinum hair that fell past her shoulders to mid-back was always a stand out as well.<br><br>Tonight, she had worn a new outfit for the party, a tiny little blood red ensemble of very fine lycra mesh. The one-piece garment resembled a swimsuit, but would be far from wearable in public.&nbsp; The idea of it gave Marin the faintest of thrills though.&nbsp; She had a little bit of the exhibitionist in her.&nbsp; Enough of one that watching the two women on the couch beginning their amorous explorations was causing those little warm shooting feelings already.<br><br>She didn’t know the hostess personally, but one of the girls in the bedroom already echoing with soft pleasured moans was her close friend, and had invited her along.&nbsp; To date, Marin hadn’t managed to find a significant other, but she was very open about looking.&nbsp; Her attention was drawn upwards to the two beauties who had arrived last to the party.&nbsp; Marin smiled and shifted her small flute of wine to her off hand so she could shake their hands.&nbsp; Keya and Adeni.&nbsp; Lovely names, and both very attractive in their own rights.&nbsp; She wondered for a moment if they might actually already be involved, the way they stayed close to each other.<br><br>After they had settled themselves at the bar, awaiting their drinks, she stood, and moved over towards them, feeling a certain kinship with newness.&nbsp; Her cheeks flushed ever so slightly with a rose of their own as she realized just how little the mesh of her unitard would actually conceal.&nbsp; The darkness of her pink little nipples would be so clearly visible, especially as erect as they already were.&nbsp; More than a part of her worried that she would have already begun to dampen her clothing.<br><br>“Forgive me if I’m intruding, but, is this your first party as a couple?”
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				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 14:45:41</strong>
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				Keya answered Adeni's whisper with her own, "I know, no matter. That wont last for long, I'm sure."<br><br>With no less than a dozen women attending the party, there would plenty of opportunity to mingle. Mingle they would but Keya and Adeni made for the bar for some drinks. Nothing like a touch alcohol to calm the nerves and loosen any remaining inhibitions. At Bethane's insistence Keya helped themselves and poured herself and Adeni a shot of slyvy. The mild aphrodisiac would go a long way in setting the mood, the popular elixir could be counted on heightening the sensation of touch and setting one's lips buzzing lightly. Keya threw back the shot, the liquid, sweet and smooth went down easily. The mere anticipation of its promised effects stirred the butterflies in her stomach and warmed her inner thighs.<br><br>As Keya poured themselves an expensive zinfandel in slender fluted glasses, the seemingly timid Marin joined them at the bar. The young woman appeared to be younger even than Keya and Adeni. The red unitard Marin wore was a quite an eyeful and pleasure to behold. Her nubile form was deliciously outlined, the firm youthful swell of her breasts, the smooth and flat plain of her stomach, and down further where the outfit snugly formed around the triangle of her crotch between her slim athletic thighs. She reminded Keya of a piece of red hot candy that she wanted to pop into her mouth.<br><br>"Hi, Marin you said, right? No please, join us. Slyvy?" Keya offered. She didn't wait for answer and poured some anyways, it would not go to waste.<br><br>Keya didn't correct Marin on her use of 'couple' as a descriptor, referring to herself and Adeni. The two were indeed good friends, but not by any means an exclusive couple.<br><br>"It is actually, my friend Adeni and I were happy to receive the invitation," Keya handed the shot of slyvy to Marin, placing her had on the woman's back, drawing her further into their small gathering. Keya let her hand slide down the young woman's back and brushed lightly over her firm buttocks.<br><br>Without a doubt Keya and Adeni would definitely have to sample this kitten's charms.<br><br>"How about yourself? Is this your first too?"<br><br>As Keya listened, she gently drew the other two towards the center of the room where they could find some space on the couches amid the other women. The mood and tempo of the party was slowly increasing. In fact, the hostess had a woman, topless in her lap, straddling her. Bethanne was lightly suckling upon the woman's nipples the woman's long hair hanging down over them like a gossamer curtain. From the other room, through the open door was heard the crescendo of a woman's orgasm reaching it's culmination.<br><br>The mood indeed was turning from conversational, to hushed whispers, to gentle if insistent kisses. The air about the room nearly buzzed with an electric eroticism.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 19:06:55</strong>
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				Adeni drank the slyvy, maybe not with the same ease as Keya, but with the same enthusiasm.&nbsp; She'd opened her mouth to assure Marin that they weren't a couple in the permanent sense - they'd tried that once before, but it hadn't really gone anywhere - but then Keya had taken the initiative, and the three young women were claiming part of one of the sofas.<br><br>Despite the fact that they'd just met, it seemed quite natural to sit with Marin in between them, close enough that their mostly-bare legs pressed against each other.&nbsp; There was probably enough room left for another person on the couch, just by virtue of how 'friendly' the party was beginning to get.
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				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 00:25:07</strong>
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				Leave it to Keya and Adeni to corner the sexiest minx in the room. The trio made themselves comfortable on the couch, sitting close and comfortably. Keya found herself getting more and more humid and moist underneath her skirt as the slyvy only enhanced the erotic sensations. For now, she resisted the temptation of reaching under her skirt to please herself, thought it was a temptation she might succumb to at any moment.<br><br>Instead she offered some small talk, "So Marin, tells us more about yourself, are you seeing anyone? Are you in school?"<br><br>Keya listened, and listened she did despite the ever increasing tempo of sexual energy that nearly buzzed about the room. Her eyes attentive, Keya let her fingers play in the woman's fine platinum hair, combing it back around her ear and nodding with interest at Marin's words.<br><br>"As for Adeni and I, we are good friends only, but <em>very</em> good friends, " Keya's voice dripped suggestively.<br><br>Keya then leaned into and across Marin, and pulled Adeni over for a long seductive tongue filled kiss. Practically in Marin's lap the two women kissed, affording the younger woman a tantalizing little show. Closer now than before to Marin, Keya lightly brushed her fingers along her thigh. She kicked off her red pumps and rubbed her dainty feet and painted toes against Marin's feet.<br><br>More than anything Keya wanted to pull of Marin's outfit, but the snug lycra formed around all her curves too temptingly. No, better to tease the woman until she begged to be rid of it. Keya wanted her panting with lust before they peeled off that delicious unitard.
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				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 04:28:50</strong>
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				Closer to the pair, Marin could see they were both very nice to look upon.&nbsp; A little too covered to know for sure, but all the indications were there that they’d both be wonders to behold out of their clothes.&nbsp; There was something she’d love to see.&nbsp; Maybe even do herself.&nbsp; The flush remained on her cheeks, her earlier imbibing of a shot of slyvy at her hostess’s offer was still tingling through her veins, but the offer of another was a welcome distraction from the awkward nervousness of meeting new people.<br><br>She accepted the little glass, and swallowed the sweet nectar immediately before reclaiming her flute of wine and being guided back towards the couches again.&nbsp; She blushed again at the correction that they weren’t a couple.&nbsp; A small gasp escaped those painted lips at the gentle touching of the small round of her buttocks, a deep shiver running through her at the slyvy enchanced feelings.<br><br>“No, not my first.&nbsp; Just.. the first I’ve been on my own.&nbsp; My friend has been with me for the others, but she’s already um.. in that room.”&nbsp; As she spoke, sitting on the couch, loving the soft caress of the fabric across her nearly bare backside, they could all hear the cry of her friend as she achieved her first of doubtlessly many peaks for the night.<br><br>She let out a low soft sound at the caress of bare legs against hers, and mentally cursed herself for tying up her hands with a glass of wine.&nbsp; Her free hand, she let fall to caress over a bare knee that wasn’t hers, flushed with the sensations of touching someone in such a way.&nbsp; It was such lovely, smooth skin, and she ran her fingertips over it lightly.<br><br>“I.. well I have a few friends, but no.. you know, girlfriends.”&nbsp; It was well past time to discard the little flute of wine, and she reached for the table behind the couch, setting it aside even as she felt the gentle touch of fingers tracing across her skull, teasing the gossamer fine threads of hair back behind her ear, revealing the pale slender slope of her neck to them both.<br><br>“I’m in school, yes.&nbsp; I’d like to be a medical technician.&nbsp; I.. I want to be involved in reproduction.”&nbsp; Turning back to the beauties on the couch on either side of her, Marin was suddenly presented with a deliciously erotic sight, the sight of two very close friends kissing across her middle.&nbsp; Immediately, her hands moved to touch them both, resting lightly on their backs, stroking along the curves of those shoulders, encouraging them further.<br><br>A low, throaty moan of pleasure escaped her at the vision before her, combined with the touch of those toes upon her own feet.&nbsp; It wouldn’t take long for both ladies to recognize her heated state, as close as they were to the center of her heat.&nbsp; Marin could smell herself already, so she knew they would have no trouble telling that she was extremely ready to play.&nbsp; The only question would be if they made it to a bedroom or not. 
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 07:42:05</strong>
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				Adeni was pulled just a little off balance by the kiss - or maybe it was the alcohol.&nbsp; As her lips parted for Keya, her hands also found bare skin and almost instinctively started stroking and petting what her fingers reached.&nbsp; Soft moans escaped her as her tongue flicked at Keya's lips, inviting the kiss to deepen.<br><br>On some level, she might have known, but it didn't <em>consciously</em> occur to her that the leg she was fondling wasn't Keya's.&nbsp; On either level, it didn't really matter.&nbsp; The slyvy had her nicely colored, even with her fairer complexion, and the scent and sounds of other women 'celebrating one another' was bringing her body into agreement.<br><br>She wondered if it was a little too daring to have gone without panties - but hopefully their hostess had taken precautions for those that ended up getting a little more - public.
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				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 14:19:29</strong>
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				Keya savored her friend's familiar lips, their tongues touched and twirled around the other's, Keya's hand reflexively wrapped around Marin's thigh, caressing and stroking. Keya parted from Adeni's lips slowly and looked into the other woman's eyes, eyes that were rapt upon the show before her. Keya coaxed Marin closer and their lips too met for a wet and succulent kiss. An electric thrill tingled through Keya's thighs, drawing out a moan of pleasure smothered against the younger woman's mouth.<br><br>Keya parted from Marin's lips and nuzzled to her neck, affording Adeni and her an opportunity to taste one another. Keya brushed her lips against the soft flesh of Keya's neck. Between parted lips she nipped at her flesh, tasting and teasing. From her ear lobe to the hollow of her neck Keya explored with her lips, airy and light one minute, more aggressive and insistent another.<br><br>Laughter drew Keya's attention momentarily. The three woman from the bedroom emerged, all three quite nude, their faces flushed and smiling. The hostess was led away into the bedroom by yet two other half naked women. The three new arrivals sat across from Keya, Marin and Adeni, sipping drinks and absently fondling one another and themselves.<br><br>Keya turned her attention back to Marin. Her nipples cried out for attention, pushing out from under the thin lycra fabric. Instinctively Keya reached out and traced Marin's nipple with the end of her finger. She drew circles around the nipple that jutted out eagerly, fully aware the friction of her finger, against the lycra fabric, against Marin's sensitive nub would up the dial up pleasure another notch.<br><br>Against Marin's ear Keya whispered breathlessly, "Oh god, this is making me so damn wet, mmm..."<br><br>Keya again let her hand fall to Marin's thighs, lightly exploring and caressing. Fleetingly she brushed her finger tips over the mesh material between her legs, her touch never lingering too long, her intention only to tease for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 16:08:21</strong>
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				The kiss was picking up heat, and Marin watched it avidly, the way those lovely painted lips pressed and slid against each other, the occassional glimpse of the pink of those tongues sliding and wriggling over each other, the heated breathing from all three of them.&nbsp; It was an incredibly erotic sight, and the touch of the fabric along their backs and the smooth skins underneath was delicious to her excited fingers.&nbsp; In fact, there wasn’t a single part of her that wasn’t incredibly excited by everything going on.<br><br>Her little throaty moan slid out again at the sensitive touching of a hand on her leg, sliding along that very smooth and bare flesh, teasing its way up, over her thigh.&nbsp; Then there was a second hand, on her other leg, and the two of them touched and rubbed, and sent little electric tingles stright from their hands to the very center of Marin’s core.&nbsp; Automatically, her legs parted, spreading enough to let the two hands find more skin to touch, more of her to explore.<br><br>When the lips finally broke, Marin licked her own, watching, unwilling to even let herself blink to miss anything in the show before her.&nbsp; She saw, was it Keya?, turn towards her, forcing Marin’s breath to catch for that moment of eye contact.&nbsp; She was always nervous meeting new people, but right now, between the double shot of slyvy and the very electric atmosphere in the room, there was no place she’d rather be.&nbsp; Her own lips parted, eagerly accepting the pressure of fresh new ones.<br><br>Marin immediately released her held breath in another little moan, her body jerking ever so slightly with the incredible build up of arousal inside of her.&nbsp; She could feel the tongue of her new partner, and her own skated across it, touching, stroking, licking, tasting.&nbsp; Her hands rubbed in unconscious strokes up and down a pair of spines, feeling material and fabric she wished wasn’t in the way.&nbsp; She felt more than heard the return moan, pressing against her lips and into her mouth, for an all to brief moment in time, before her partner pulled away, leaving the young blonde gasping for air.<br><br>In the next instant, while her mind was wrapping itself around what was going on, she let out another little mewling gasp, feeling the touch of lips upon her neck, arching her head back slightly to get more of that wonderful feeling, her ruby-stained lips parted and wanting.&nbsp; She heard the laughter, knew subcnsciously that one of the laughs belonged to her best friend, who had brought her here, but was in no condition to even look in that direction.&nbsp; Her body was strung like a teased harp, ready to spring at the slightest additional pressure, and she wanted it to do just that.&nbsp; She wanted to be exposed, right here, for all to see.&nbsp; She wanted to take both of these women and please them as they were pleasing her.<br><br>When her chest was teased, she voiced her pleasure in a long low, guttural sound.&nbsp; Barely more than an “unnnh” sound.&nbsp; Still, Marin lifted off the couch, pressing her chest forward and up, straining to feel more, even while Keya teased her. “Yesyesyes” she whispered in response to the woman’s moaned comment.&nbsp; Marin was the most aroused she’d been in ages.&nbsp; As Keya slid her hand upwards by inches, closing the distance to the sodden mesh covering Marin’s freshly shaved sex, the young woman could take no more and leaned forward, sliding her own hand up to take a gentle hold of the back of Adeni’s head, pulling her close for an intense, passionate kiss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 17:13:29</strong>
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				The musky smell of sex intermingled with the flowery scent of the burning candles. Moans and whimpers of pleasure weaved and undulated with the curiously erotic music that fluttered around the room. Keya's head swam with the mix of sensory delights, the rustle of clothing and the hiss of skin rubbing against skin.<br><br>As Adeni and Marin kissed, Keya stood up. She made a little show of bending over and stepping out of her flowered skirt. She pulled her white cami over her head, the silky fabric teasing her aroused nipples as it slid over her skin.<br><br>Now only in her frilly crotchless panties she sat back down beside Marin. Keya was not completely shaven but neatly trimmed with pubes that matched her shiny black hair, an ode to her Asian ancestry. Between the crotchless fabric her pink lips beaded up with moisture. Keya dipped her fingers between her own legs and slide them over her slick lips, bringing them back to her mouth for a taste.<br><br>Keya drew her attention back to Marin, weaving her hand between Marin's legs, her touch now more insistent and pointed. She cupped the young woman's crotch in her hand, the moistness seeping readily through the mesh fabric. In her cupped palm Keya rubbed Marin's crotch firmly, sliding her hand and pivoting her wrist back and forth.<br><br>There were in all nine women in the living room, and three in the bedroom. The trio of women across from them on the couch were all now masturbating rigorously, watching Keya, Marin and Adeni. The other group of three women were wallowing in each other's sex with eager tongues.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 07:05:15</strong>
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				Adeni could taste the remnants of slyvy and zinfandel on Marin's lips.&nbsp; The chorus of sounds that surrounded her were a constant reminder of the fact that there were others there, but right now, all that mattered was Marin and Keya - warm skin on warm skin.<br><br>Then, Keya slipped away for a moment, and Adeni's eyes opened to follow her.&nbsp; She gave a soft moan into Marin's mouth as she saw her best friend stripping down to panties that gave tantalizing glimpses of the sex beneath.<br><br>With a slight grin - as well as she could grin in her current, lip-locked state - she reached across Marin's lap and started working her fingers up towards that split triangle of fabric.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 08:20:51</strong>
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				She felt those soft lips against hers, parting, their tongues touching ever so softly and gently, exploring through their passion.&nbsp; Tingles shot through Marin from head to toe with every passing second, the slyvy and the smells in the room heightening her already impressive arousal.&nbsp; She let go of Adeni’s hair, but did not break the kiss just yet, enjoying the touch and feel of a stranger’s body against hers.<br><br>Marin let out a little whimper of disappointment when Keya’s hand disappeared, her eyes moving to follow the body as she stood.&nbsp; She moaned softly again, matching Adeni’s at the lovely smooth slope of Keya’s suddenly revealed bottom, and the wonderfully nearly-revealing lingerie underneath. She felt a little shudder run through her, her eyes glued to the little tufts of fur peeking out from between the strips.<br><br>She glanced around the room quickly, before returning her concentration to the pair in front of her, her cheeks beginning to burn slightly pink.&nbsp; They were being watched.&nbsp; Everyone in the room was watching, and it was turning them all on to see the trio playing.&nbsp; She could feel the heat inside of her double at the idea of being on such display.&nbsp; I thrilled her in ways she couldn’t have imagined possible.<br><br>With her hands free, Marin finally turned her attention to the only still-clothed member of the trio.&nbsp; She reached up and very gently brushed those little spaghetti straps off of Adeni’s bare shoulders, starting to wriggle the fabric off her body.&nbsp; With luck, she wouldn’t have to completely stop kissing her before she was nude.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 18:05:25</strong>
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				Both Adeni's and Keya's hands wove between Marin's thighs, exploring, groping and teasing the young woman. Somewhere in the room, rising above the music, came the crescendo of a woman's orgasm punctuated with a series of mild vulgarities, the woman's cry tortured with pleasure. Keya wanted to cum badly too, preferably with this pretty Marin's face mashed up between her legs.<br><br>By Marin's hand Adeni's top slid off her shoulders, falling to her waist and exposing her breasts. Keya reached out to touch them, stroking them lightly with her fingertips.<br><br>Keya kissed Marin's shoulder and said to Marin. "Mmm, aren't they nice hun?" Keya cupped Adeni's breast in her hand, the nipple calling out urgently for attention.<br><br>Keya's finger brushed over Adeni's excited nipple and offered a coy suggestion, "You know, my friend loves to have her nipples sucked. Don't you Adeni?"<br><br>Keya removed her hand and played her fingers in Marin's fine hair. In her line of vision, across the room and through the open door of the bedroom Keya could see the tall hostess. Bethanne, an expression of bliss on her face was kneeling over another, riding the face of some fortune party-goer.<br><br>Keya brought her attention back to the couch and the other two women. She played with Marin's nipples through the lycra, pinching and tugging them lightly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 07:55:15</strong>
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				Adeni finally broke the kiss when Keya asked the question.&nbsp; "I wouldn't have even thought about that if you hadn't gotten me to try it," she answered.&nbsp; With her free hand, she cupped the other breast and lifted it slightly, almost offering it to Marin.&nbsp; "How about you?&nbsp; Ever tried it, Marin?"<br><br>On one level, she wondered if this should be embarrassing.&nbsp; Here, she'd just met Marin, and now she was inviting her to suck.&nbsp; The sounds around the room told her that it wasn't, but she wasn't normally this forward with people.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 12:56:59</strong>
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				Marin was soaked, and the three of them could hear the soft squishing noises of her sex being touched and rubbed gently by both of those exploring hands.&nbsp; She had always been one to get extra wet when she was turned on, and this was the most exciting situation she’d ever been in.<br><br>The sounds of the other women in the household making such wonderfully erotic noises only served to heighten Marin’s tingling arousal.&nbsp; She could feel the soft skin of Adeni’s shoulders, and the soft curves of the sides of her ribs, just barely detecting the rises that foretold those lovely breasts, without actually touching them.&nbsp; Not yet.<br><br>When the kiss broke, Marin softly moaned, all while sucking in a breath she hadn’t realized she had been missing while kissing.&nbsp; Adeni had such a lovely mouth and her tongue was delicious to feel.&nbsp; She could feel her new partners pulling back ever so slightly, a quartet of delicious breasts presented before her, two sets of hardened nipples which matched her own nearly aching ones.<br><br>She bit her lip while they discussed Adeni’s wonderful chest.&nbsp; It truly did look inviting, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips, nodding silently to Keya’s invitation.&nbsp; She could see the blush on Adeni’s cheeks, feeling her own growing one to match.&nbsp; She knew full well that there were others watching, touching, playing, and using her and her new friends as focal points for their fantasies as well.<br><br>With the smell of sex hanging in the air and growing thicker by the moment, Marin leaned forward and took Adeni up on her offer, letting her smooth soft lips surround one hard little nipple, suckling on it gently, and moaning softly against the soft flesh.<br><br>She let her hands start to explore, reaching out and sliding over heated skin, reaching out to touch and stroke gently over Keya’s tummy, sliding by inches downward.&nbsp; She could feel the soft fabric of those panties, and the heat which rose from so nearby.&nbsp; Gentle, nervous, and tentative, she let her hand slide further downwards, feeling the slick mound, the parted lips, the lovely textured inner lips, and finally that drooling little satiny hole.&nbsp; She paused there, her fingers touching and rubbing even as Keya returned the favour by pinching Marin’s mesh-covered nipples.<br><br>Getting rapidly lost to her lust, Marin moaned louder, beginning to suckle on Adeni’s very tasty breast with fervor., the tip of her tongue flicking eagerly over that swollen nubbin inside her warm lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 04:01:06</strong>
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				Keya watched with keen interest as Marin put her mouth to Adeni's breast and nipple, offered up in a cupped palm as though it were a slice of tasty honeydew melon. Keya's hand played in Marin's hair, a kind of encouraging, supportive gesture. Keya murmured positively, a wordless approval of the delicious vision of this young Marin suckling upon her friend's breasts. As Marin applied her lips to one of Adeni's nipples, Keya toyed with the other, brushing the pad of her finger against the stiffened nipple. Keya licked her finger and smeared the wetness in circles around Adeni's nipple, and gently tugged the moistened nipple.<br><br>Surely Marin would be dying to get out of the soiled unitard, to be free of any restrictive clothing whatsoever. The time for that would be soon, though Keya had something very specific in mind for the sweet girl.<br><br>Keya opened her own legs as Marin explored and wandered between her thighs. The young woman's small hand, with slender fingers and pretty painted nails slid down to Keya's crotchless panties and the wet mess of her pubes and pink pouted lips. Keya rose her hips from the couch, following the swirling stroke of Marin's fingers. Pangs of fission pulsed through Keya's thighs at Marin's touch. Between the slyvy and the ambiance of pleasure it would not take much to make Keya orgasm.<br><br>As best she could Keya concentrated on playing with Marin's and Adeni's nipples while the fingers played between her legs. Keya exchanged side-long glances with the other three woman across from them. Each group watched the other, getting off on both each other and the voyeurism. One now knelt at the foot of the couch, her face buried in the lap of another. The third, just beside them sat with her legs wide, masturbating shamelessly, eyes shifting to her two friends and back to the hot threesome in front of her, about to burst aflame with steaming eroticism.<br><br>Keya exhaled a succession of breathless whimpering encouragements, "Oh damn, yes, oh yes, please...". Keya raised her hips against the pressure of Marin's twirling fingers tips.<br><br>"Oh yeah, yeah, put your fingers in me. Make me cum. Please!" Pleaded Keya.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 06:47:51</strong>
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				This time, it was Adeni who threaded eager fingers through Marin's hair, even as her other hand joined in the fondling of her best friend.&nbsp; She knew exactly where Keya was most sensitive, and helped to guide Marin's fingers into those recesses.<br><br>Her own fingers slid just as easily inside her friend.&nbsp; "Right here - she likes it here..." she murmured, as the suckling sent electricity going from her chest to her sex.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 08:13:41</strong>
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				She whimpered ever so softly against that nipple, her body nearly on fire with the lusts burning inside of her, to please these two like she had never pleased before.&nbsp; She wanted to submerge herself into just providing pleasure, to being the kay that would unlock the two’s orgasms, to know that the cries that they made would be caused at least in part by her.<br><br>Marin could already feel the way the little bud in her lips swelled and hardened against her tongue while she flicked it, suckling and slurping on that soft delicious skin.&nbsp; She started to alternate her efforts, opening her mouth to let her soft warm tongue draw teasing circles around the excited aereola before drawing that excited button back into the welcoming warmth of her mouth to suck on it again, grazing her teeth over the sensitive flesh.<br><br>She felt her hips squirming on the couch, grinding herself against the cushions, trying to excite herself even further, to push herself over the edge.&nbsp; She groaned even more loudly against Adeni’s lovely breast when she felt that quivery, shaking finger caressing and teasing her own small breast, and the aching hard nipple topping it.&nbsp; She felt the tightness growing, clenching her chest and sending little shockwaves straight through her to the squelching heat of her loins.<br><br>Hearing the words of the girl she was suckling, feeling the second hand joining hers between those parted thighs, in the center of Keya’s heat, Marin shivered with pelasure and nibbled a little more firmly, suckling just a little harder.&nbsp; She let herself be guided, the tip of her finger sinking into velvety wetness, pushing inwards, and then further.&nbsp; She felt the clamping, squeeking, fluttering motions, and felt them begin to mirror themselves in her own body, drawing out a gasp of pleasure from her lips.<br><br>She pushed more firmly, sliding deeper into that welcoming place, feeling Keya’s body engulfing her digit, the way Marin wanted it to engulf her tongue.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 03:55:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Keya had masturbated herself countless times, and numerous lovers had had their hand between those same legs too, but Keya could not recall a moment quite like this before. There she was, her legs spread, with the hand of a girl she had met just this evening between her thighs, her dainty fingers delving eagerly into her moist pinkness. And if before an interested audience of similarly half naked, turned on women wasn't enough, Keya's friend took on the role of 'teacher' and with her own hand guided Marin's touch.<br><br>Keya could always count on Adeni to play along, never missing a beat. She'd count on that cooperation soon enough, when it came to Marin and her lycra unitard.<br><br>There were few other visions more delicious than watching your lover's digits disappearing into your moistened slit. Keya nudged forward against the plunging fingers, reveling in the intrusion, savoring the friction of Marin's fingers rubbing up against the tender swollen lips. Whether by design or luck the girl's fingers brushed against Keya's clitoris a few too many times in succession and Keya rocketed towards her first climax.<br><br>In a petulant naughty girl voice Keya whimpered, "Oh yeah, yeah, yeah make me cum, oh damn! Oh damn!" Her initial climax rippled through Keya's frame in a delicious fashion, one that only promised more to come and forcefully so.<br><br>After she caught her breath, Keya stood, stepping out of her soiled panties and took Marin's hand in her own, prompting her to follow suit.<br><br>"I think you've had that on long enough, " she said to Marin in reference to the sexy unitard. "Give me a hand here Adeni?".<br><br>Keya kissed Marin sweetly on the cheek and lips, a small recompense for temporarily at least, making the girl the focus of attention in the room. Keya couldn't be sure how the girl would react, though she counted on her seemingly timid nature finding a thrill at being so shamelessly disrobed before the group of naked women.<br><br>As Keya and Adeni began to pull down the lycra outfit, Keya said, "Oh and be a sweetheart will you, and sit on my face?" Keya winked slyly. Between the couches on the floor seemed a likely location, she mused. It would certainly afford the other guests an excellent view.<br><br>"Oh and I think Adeni there could use some help getting out of her skirt, hmmm?" Keya adored Adeni's tongue and hoped it would find its way between her legs before long. Many a time before Keya had bribed her friend with dinner invitations and movie nights just for a few moments of bliss her tongue could deliver.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 06:38:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((Sorry about the delay all.&nbsp; &nbsp;:-\))<br><br>Adeni was all too willing to help Marin out of the one-piece outfit.She was already thinking of how the three of them could have a bit more - mutual fun.&nbsp; She knew if she didn't get a little more interaction soon, she was going to just <em>burst</em>!<br><br>"Think we should move to the floor?&nbsp; I can see this getting way too awkward if we don't," she said as the unitard pulled down enough to free Marin's breasts.&nbsp; Adeni leaned in and gave a lingering lick to the exposed nipple.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 16:46:28</strong>
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				She could feel the way that hardened little nub heaved and pressed and moved inside of her lips as she suckled on Adeni, hearing the young woman moan and gasp and make such arousing sounds.&nbsp; Marin once more flicked her tongue over that aching little button, soothing it and exciting it at the same time.<br><br>More, she could feel the end of her finger, squeezed and soaked at the same time, milked and pushed away, ridden like a wanton little toy that she had no control over.&nbsp; Marin did have <em>some</em> control though, and she used it to move and press deeper and then out again, hearing and feeling the squishing, feeling the warmth coating her hand rapidly.&nbsp; When Keya grunted out her orgasm, Marin shivered hard, feeling it on the end of her hand.&nbsp; She could barely stop herself from biting down to hold back the powerful feelings rushing through her, knowing she’d been part of that release.<br><br>Reluctantly, she pulled away from that delicious young breast, licking her lips as she sat up at the urging of the two women.&nbsp; Already Marin felt her cheeks starting to brighten when Keya kissed her, not once but twice.&nbsp; She couldn’t help but look over that bare shoulder for a moment, looking at the sets of eyes all watching them on this couch, playing with each other.<br><br>She was very shy normally, but right now, she was also incredibly aroused, just being involved.&nbsp; Marin could feel the heat of her blush heighten when two pairs of hands started peeling her shoulder straps off.&nbsp; She watched the trios across the room while that tight mesh one piece was peeled away from her small, young breasts.&nbsp; Already topped by nearly achingly hard nipples, those smallish breasts popped free of the unitard with a small gasp from herself.<br><br>With a soft moan of her own, a low guttural “unnnh” when Adeni leaned forward and teased Marin’s very needy nipple, Marin shuddered, feeling another wave of ecstasy pour through her, centering in the growing inferno of lust between her legs.&nbsp; She glanced to Keya with a look that smouldered in her eyes.&nbsp; Another little shivering moan and she nodded at the invitation, wondering what it would feel like&nbsp; Whether they would remove the rest of her tight unitard or just peel enough of it aside to expose her delicate folds and use her like that.<br><br>She bit her lip softly at the suggestion about Adeni’s skirt, her eyes flickering to that skimpy garment.&nbsp; What might be under it?&nbsp; Marin felt her face burning with embarrassed eagerness as she turned away from Keya, and leaned down.&nbsp; With barely a warm breath caressing Adeni’s slender tummy, Marin leaned down between those lovely thighs and took hold of the edge of the skirt with her teeth, looking up through her lashes to see if Adeni would pull back to help herself be disrobed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 04:15:09</strong>
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				Adeni and Keya made a little show of slowly pulling down Marin's unitard. Hands pulled down the fabric over her breasts and both girls eagerly suckled upon Marin, sampling her stiffened nubs. Keya's hand roamed over Marin's cute ass, the lycra material snugly forming around the adorable curves.<br><br>It seemed for the moment the three had the room's attention. Encouraging murmurs were heard, and hands, bidden by the erotic imagery played upon nipples and between legs, so aroused by the scene before them. Marin's outfit was pulled down the rest of the way and kicked aside. Keya slid her hands up Marin's smooth leg, planting kisses along the way, her finger tip brushing past her moist slit.<br><br>Marin and Keya helped Adeni out of her skirt in much the same fashion. Their hands played over her tempting figuring and curves. Just like Keya and Adeni had done to Marin, now they too put their mouths to Adeni's excited nipples, playfully tugging and sucking. The trio of naked women huddled, exchanging wet kisses while the the other nursed and groped upon nipples and breasts firm with the vigor of youth.<br><br>Looking into Marin's eyes, full of lust, she took up the girl's hands in her own and slowly fell to the floor, centered between the couches and pulling Marin with her. Between her words and coaxing, Keya's desire she hoped was clear. Keya licked her lips in anticipation of Marin's shaven slit on her face. On the carpeted floor Keya lay with her legs spread, an open invitation to Adeni she hoped her friend would take up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 04:25:20</strong>
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				Adeni had her own ideas for their little menage a trois.&nbsp; As Keya spread out on the floor, she did indeed settle herself between those delightfully welcoming legs, but she turned to face her friend's toes, and raised her own rear end into the air - holding it away from Keya's reach.<br><br>It wasn't the easiest of positions to hold, and she suspected that they would all topple before too long, but it would be quite the show until they did.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 06:51:24</strong>
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				Marin was excited beyond anything she’d felt before.&nbsp; Being disrobed, undressed… stripped for the viewing pleasure of the gathered women, made her tingle from head to crotch, every nerve afire with arousal.&nbsp; She gasped and moaned louder with each teasing touch and lick of her very erect little nipples.&nbsp; Finally, when the see-through mesh was pulled away from her very well shaved sex, leaving a little trail of wetness down the insides of her thighs, Marin shuddered her way through a tiny little over-excitement orgasm.&nbsp; Nothing like what she was about to receive, but still, it showed everyone just how excited she was.<br><br>With blushing cheeks, squirming slightly from the soft hand caressing her bottom, she helped denude the lovely Adeni, and helped herself once again to a taste of those wonderful breasts, suckling gently, and teasing her lover with little flicks of her tongue.&nbsp; Things blurred a little with all the touching and feeling, and they were together in a standing group cuddle with tongue caressing each other’s tongues, and hands stroking over curves, and curves being stroked.&nbsp; Everything was soft and warm and eager and wonderful.<br><br>It broke up, of course, and Marin found herself being pulled downwards, her cheeks pinking again as she remembered Keya’s earnest request of her.&nbsp; Keya looked so very eager and excited and wanting laying there on her back, pulling the innocent looking Marin down to straddle her face, all but dripping on her upturned nose and lips already.&nbsp; Adeni crawled her way into a bizarre posture, and Marin flushed again as she determined what she <em>thought</em> the woman intended.<br><br>As deftly as she could, she turned in place, reversing to face down Keya’s body, leaving the laying woman to look up not only at that swelling, moistened slit, but the soft curves of Marin’s pert little bum too.&nbsp; She leaned forward, her hand reaching out to run softly over Adeni’s legs and then her hips, softly stroking the outsides of that soft skin.&nbsp; With her cheeks staying pink from a combination of arousal and embarrassment, Marin ducked a little, and slid herself into place, resting the tops of Adeni’s thighs on her own shoulders.<br><br>She could feel the warmth blossoming once again inside of her as she gazed on that delicious flower directly in front of her, the scent of a woman in heat teasing her nostrils as well.&nbsp; Sliding forward with a guttural moaning sound, she opened her lips and surrounded Adeni’s folds, feeling her way with her tongue almost immediately.&nbsp; At the same time, she let herself sit, slowly lowering herself towards Keya’s apparently eagerly awaiting mouth.&nbsp; This was going to be incredible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 04:58:12</strong>
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				Wordlessly the three young women arranged themselves is such a fashion that pleased them each most. It was perhaps the undertow of eroticism plucking at their desires, rather than any predetermined choreography that they found themselves so arranged. There was Adeni, naughty Adeni on her knees between Keya's legs but with her bum upturned, her pink center exposed. Marin, sweet and delicious Marin straddled Keya, but rather than facing the direction Keya had assumed she might, she turned around towards Adeni's offering.<br><br>Keya's focus now however was centered upon Marin's moist sex just above her and within the reach of her mouth. She wrapped her arms around Marin's lower half, embracing her thighs, her hands playing over the woman's upturned cheeks.<br><br>Upon Marin's tender thighs Keya planted soft sucking kisses. The woman's musky and moist sex was so near and filled Keya's senses with its erotic scent. Keya turned her attention and her outstretched tongue to Marin's shaven slit. Only teasing and savoring, Keya lightly lapped up the dew of moisture that clung tenuously from the pink folds.<br><br>Increasingly her tongue delved upward and more insistently. Slowly and with patience Keya lapped her tounge against Marin's sex, wanting her to feel the movement of her tongue across her slit. Deeper her tongue delved now, and between her lips she gathered Marin's nether lips, gently suckling, then releasing again only to lick them.<br><br>She pressed on, more determined and focused. Her mouth and nose were now planted deeply between Marin's thighs. She suckled upon her tender and pink flesh, and licked up the sweet release. Keya's pace continued and quickened, the suckling and licking motions blurred as one.<br><br>Keya moaned with satisfaction into Marin's sopping wet sex. It pleased Keya enormously she had her face buried into the quim of the the sweetest and possibly prettiest young woman in the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 05:23:37</strong>
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				Adeni moaned into Keya's core, sending vibrations through her lips against her friend's clitoris.&nbsp; Each lap of Marin's tongue helped to set a tempo that she passed on with her own licking - maybe just slightly increased.&nbsp; The slyvy had her feeling warm, and aroused - even shameless as she felt the eyes of the other women on the triangle of young bodies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 11:28:32</strong>
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				Marin was almost literally shaking with horniness as she squatted in place with that delicate little bare peach less than an inch away from her lips.&nbsp; Adeni’s smell was an aphrodisiac far better than the lingering effects of the slyvy coursing through her young body.&nbsp; Small little kisses around those puffy lovely damp lips were matched between her own thighs by Keya underneath her.<br><br>She couldn’t and didn’t want to hold back the low, throaty moan of pleasure, letting her hot breath wash over Adeni’s swollen and eager pussy.&nbsp; Unable to contain herself, she leaned forward and closed her lips around that soft delicious peach, starting to suckle just as she had done on those pert little nipples only moments earlier.<br><br>Her own hips twiched and squirmed, held in place by Keya’s gentle pressure, her own sex drooling its liquid heat, rapidly moistening and swelling with Marin’s throbbing heart beats.&nbsp; She could feel every delving movement of that wriggling little muscle, stretching her again and pushing inside.&nbsp; She could feel the little sucklings and nibblings and teasing that only served to increase her sexual fervor.<br><br>Again Marin moaned and drove herself against Adeni’s delicious sex, lapping eagerly at that soft flesh, slurping eagerly at the slippery wetness she found there, letting it coat her tongue and slide down her throat.&nbsp; She slid her face around, letting that slippery nectar coat her lips and chin, before leaning down just a little to take that swelling little button of pleasure between her lips even as it peeked its way out of its protective little hood.<br><br>When she fet that tongue stroke over the soft spot deep inside, squirming against her most sensitive place, Marin cried out and felt her muscles start to squeeze, flexing and milking along Keya’s tongue.&nbsp; At this rate it wouldn’t take her long before she was coating her new lover’s face and lips with her own cream.<br><br>And to match that growing urge inside of her, she attacked Adeni’s little sensitive pearl and suckled on it, trying to get the same reaction from the girl she was eating ravenously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 15:02:18</strong>
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				On the carpeted floor amid the gathering of amorous and lascivious young ladies of Viginti, Keya, Marin and Adeni plied their tongues to one another in concert. Keya's lips suckled upon Marin's puffy clitoris, Marin's tongue plunged in Adeni's spread pinkness and Adeni's swirled upon Keya's swollen lips. It was a cacophony of muffled murmurs and the wet crinkling sound of dripping tongues upon glistening pink slits.<br><br>Keya's toes curled and her thighs quivered as Adeni's talented tongue assaulted her sensitive entrance, drawing forth a pleasurable moan that was buried against Marin's wet mess. Keya redoubled her effort, passing on the pleasure, her tongue twirling and diving into her sodden pussy. Keya's face was glazed with Marin's excitement and Keya languished in the juicy mess, licking and suckling, diligently drawing out she hoped the delicious young women's orgasm.<br><br>Adeni's moan into Keya's sex drew her knees together, the sensation so intense. Her hips rose up against her mouth and stabbing tongue. The cyclical menagerie of flickering tongues and unrelenting moans shined brighter than any pleasure Keya had before experienced.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 18:29:45</strong>
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				As Marin increased her attentions, Adeni squeaked with each jolt of sensation.&nbsp; She had to forcefully remind herself not to stop working on Keya - that wouldn't be fair to her friend, even though Keya had already climaxed once this evening.<br><br>Indeed, it was the sudden tightening of long legs in front of her face that triggered Adeni's hips to begin to buck.&nbsp; With her own more awkward position, she was just a little concerned that she might fall over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 10:56:15</strong>
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				She could feel the tensing and flexing in that already quivery softness, and Marin moaned against it, lapping even more eagerly at Adeni’s growing dampness.&nbsp; Her arms reached up to steady the shuddering woman, holding her up so she wouldn’t fall and hurt herself, and more importantly, not pull away from her needy tongue and throat.<br><br>Without even trying to make it sensual, Marin slid her tongue out and then in, pushing, straining, and wriggling to get it as deep inside that soft warm liquid silk glove, feeling and tasting the hot syrupy nectar that was already trickling over her tongue and down her throat from Adeni’s heated insides.<br><br>It didn’t take very long for those spasms to be echoed through Marin’s young and very tender body, her own tight sex squeezing and rippling along Keya’s eager tongue.&nbsp; It felt like the little steady stream of Adeni’s hot juice was running straight through her and out into Keya’s mouth.&nbsp; It was by far the most erotic sensation Marin had ever experienced, and to experience it here, at the mouths and hands of two complete strangers, in a room full of other women watching…<br><br>Marin gasped and groaned and finally shivered from head to toe, her tongue jamming forward and going rigid as she all but screamed into that tight little pussy mashed against her lips and face, her own release exploding form within her, and gushing out to liberally provide Keya with a warm flood of slippery hot Marinjuice.<br><br>She shook and shuddered and moaned and screamed her pleasure directly into Adeni’s body, her tongue flashing like a writhing eel, slapping in and out of that delectable place without rhythm or purpose, merely to move and feel and be there.<br><br>Marin might have been the first to lose control in this little triangle of lust, but she wasn’t going to be the only.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 00:20:33</strong>
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				The crescendo of cries, cries of desperate pleasure, rose and rose again. Tongues plunged and flickered, lips suckled and savored as all three women were close to orgasming. Marin was the first, and with Keya's face buried in her pussy she gushed forth, her creamy pussy releasing upon Keya. Marin's juice coated Keya with a wet glaze and dripped down her chin. Keya wallowed in the wet mess that was Marin's pussy, savoring the girl and all the delicious wetness.<br><br>Adeni's tongue continue to flicker against Keya's unfurled pink lips and swollen clitoris. Her friend's ministrations drew out from Keya a series of small fluttering orgasms, each following closely on the heels of the one before. With each twinge of intense pleasure Keya bucked upward against the delving tongue. Keya was a sopping wet mess, and on the precipice of her second orgasm that a grazing finger or determined tongue might set off at any moment.<br><br>Keya played her hands over Marin's pristine little ass, planting kisses and licking the girl's taste from her own lips. The vestiges of Marin's orgasm dripped down to pool in the cleavage of Keya's breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 06:42:36</strong>
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				Adeni's climax was delayed, mostly because of her tottering position with her rump in the air.&nbsp; Eventually, however, it was beyond denying.&nbsp; With a cry, she shuddered into completion, upsetting her precarious balance and dropping her in giggling heap.<br><br>"Oh god - that was incredible!" she said when she could catch her breath.&nbsp; "But next time I think I should pay more attention to what could go wrong."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 07:45:06</strong>
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				Marin tingled from head to toe, the glorious feel of her orgasm mingling with the nervous excitement of having achieved her peak in front of a crowd of appreciative onlookers.&nbsp; They hadn’t even waited for a bedroom!&nbsp; She could feel her cheeks still pink and warm with the embarrassment of having started this whole thing even as she tried to at least guide Adeni’s tumble towards the couch instead of a pile on the carpet.<br><br>She licked her lips, trying to clean off at least some of the glaze of her lover’s excitement and orgasm that covered her cheeks and chin in a sticky sweet mess.&nbsp; Still, Keya continued to touch and play, her fingers stroking in small curves over Marin’s sensitive flesh, making her writhe slightly in place, still squishing slightly.&nbsp; Each caress of her bottom sent another rush of excitement through her.<br><br>Looking at Adeni, smiling shyly, and yet wantonly rising up and down in a slow motion above her friend’s face, Marin licked again and squirmed in place.&nbsp; “I.. thought it was lovely.”&nbsp; Another little gasp slid out of her when she felt the warmth of Keya’s breathing washing over her still-quivering sex.&nbsp; Somehow she just couldn’t stop feeling those little chills and thrills, and gasped with each one.<br><br>“P..please excuse me Adeni.”&nbsp; Her voice was shaking nearly as much as her body felt like it should be, and Marin blushed an even deeper shade of pink as she lay down against the body beneath her, feeling the puddle of slippery warmth squishing against her tummy from in between Keya’s lovely breasts.&nbsp; It was the feeling of sheer decadent hedonism, laying against a lover’s body and feeling your own orgasmic juices squishing between you.<br><br>Almost unable to control herself, Marin lowered her face to the slippery messy place that Adeni had just vacated, and gladly lapped at the sweet nectar that her other lover was producing.&nbsp; It didn’t even occur to her until after she’d started suckling at the crinkled coral lips of the woman beneath her that she’d interrupted a conversation for no reason other than to have yet more sex right in front of everyone…
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 03:16:39</strong>
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				The menagerie of sensitive tender flesh, juicy nether lips and eager tongues culminated in an ungraceful heap of tumbled bodies.<br><br>Keya found herself treated to a new pleasure, the pleasure of the adorable Marin's mouth plying attentions to her. Marin's suckling ministrations drove Keya crazy. Lonely nights that might visit Keya in the future would be easily dashed away, recalling the sweet and pretty Marin licking her pussy.<br><br>"Oh god yes, lick it...make me, oh yes, make me cum baby," moaned Keya.<br><br>Keya sucked up Marin's thighs, the girl's lower half lying over her, legs parted, her pussy still dripping wet. She suckled upon her tender skin like the tasty dish the girl was, tasting and nibbling upon her. Keya bit down more, leaving small red marks, hedging against the intense pleasure of being licked and suckled.<br><br>Keya's clitoris was swollen, engorged even, an easy and obvious target for Marin's mouth. It was with Keya's great satisfaction she found her orgasm and released herself in the pretty young woman's face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 03:07:24</strong>
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				It was a Sister Party not unlike many that were held every evening, across the metropolis of Viginti. That is not to say it was ordinary or mundane in any fashion. Like all the residents of the colorful city, they expressed their love, desire and friendship with one another with a gusto reflected among all. Lovers, friends and strangers shed both their inhibitions and clothes for an evening of carnal pleasure and shared experiences. Pairs of strangers would leave the party as new lovers or fast friends and lovers would leave with new friends.<br><br>Among one of the many memorable highlights of the evening was the spectacle of their hostess being brought to near tears, so intense her orgasm was. Before all of her party guests, and on her hands and knees, a perky and plump blond girl plied a vibrating toy that excreted an aphrodisiac. All eyes were on the usually composed, elegant and long-legged hostess as she was brought to a tearful and very intense orgasm. The agonizing pleasure was clearly seen across the woman's face, nevermind the vocal cries that punctuated every ripple of ecstasy that riddled her quivering frame.<br><br>No woman left the party unsatisfied or without refreshment and a sampling of the fine treats and snacks the hostess had made available. Sweet partings were made, with earnest promises to stay in touch.<br><br>Keya, Adeni and Marin most of all left wide-eyed with smiles on their faces that would not leave them for days. Two came as friends, the other alone. All three left together as friends, the prospect of love thick in the air between them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 15:33:00</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Teen Pregnancy Pact</span></strong><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/Bailey.jpg)<br><br>Sixteen year-old Bailey spread her legs on the masseuse table.<br><br>Juggling school and multiple girlfriends was tough, and a girl needed some down time. Her mother had given her a gift card for her birthday, now just a month ago. Bailey knew just how to spend it too. She chose a popular spa, but did not choose the fanciest either, and for a good reason. An extra generous tip spoke volumes at such places and no words need be exchanged. The tawny haired freckled masseuse was quite professional and skilled. The woman, closer in age to Bailey's mother than her own friends, oiled up a nude Bailey. She rubbed the girl down, massaging all of her muscles and stroking her gently from her scalp down to her toes.<br><br>Bailey's generosity however ensured the spa session would end very delightfully. Not every spa in Viginti offered such services but indeed some did. So long as spas did not devolve into brothel's the authorities turned a blind eye. Bailey looked down between her pert breasts. The tumble of curly hair splayed over her lap obscured the woman's face, but the talented tongue forced Bailey to bite her lip. Bailey had chosen this woman for her presumed experience, and she was not disappointed. The masseuse's tongue was incredible and Bailey's hips rose from the table, cramming her sodden mess up against the probing tongue. A small whimpering cry escaped the teenager's pouting lips, her orgasm escaping her.<br><br>A delightful way to spend one's day to be sure, but Bailey could only allot herself so much time for pleasure. Studies and homework beckoned, as did her girlfriends. With a wide smile and tingling from head to toe, Bailey left the spa and made her way home. Bailey's dark brown hair flew astray with the gust of wind the preceded the train's arrival. Her soft brown eyes gleamed with content, feeling so alive after the delicious massage. She boarded the train, the fee drawn from the RFID fashioned into one of her dainty earrings.<br><br>Essays and mathematics were far from the only thing on Bailey's mind these days. Herself and two of her close friends had come to an important and significant decision. The three had decided to become mothers, and moreover, be each other's aunties. It was not a decision any of them made lightly nor without the blessing of each of their families. The approval of each of their mother's was most difficult to attain and was in the works for nearly a year. For herself, Bailey had a close and large family. She was the youngest of three sisters and two aunties that at different times shared a suite with her mother. Bailey knew that before it was all said and done she wanted two babies, and she wanted to get the first one under her belt earlier rather than later. A number of her friends were already mothers. It was not at all unusual to see a handful of expectant mothers roaming the halls of her school. There were a multitude of resources and help to be had, indeed her school had its own child-care facility. Beyond the joys and mysteries of motherhood, there was the delightful imaginings of the three of them impregnating each other. Bailey had often lie in bed dreaming of that time to come.<br><br>In her cramped and tiny room Bailey set about trying to concentrate on her school work. Her pink cell phone lie not far away, and was sure to start ringing any time. Lying on her bed with her work in front of her, Bailey's slender figure stretched out. Out of habit her carefully manicured and painted toes wiggled, an unconscious mechanism triggered by her state of concentration. She wore her most comfy pair of shorts. The soft terry cloth material was always welcomed against her tender skin. She had also slipped over her head her favorite t-shirt, her school's volleyball team logo across the front.<br><br>Bailey tapped away at the computer notebook before her as she dove into her half completed essay on the history of the Vicenary, chewing her lip and wiggling her toes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 15:54:47</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/Sherrie_Stinson.jpg)<br><br>Sherrie Stinson was a typical teenager, in many respects.&nbsp; She went to school, she partied with her friends, she snuck out after her mother's curfew and hung out with her lovers.&nbsp; Everything that a typical teenager did these days.&nbsp; Sherrie was the one who brought the slyvy to the parties, almost constaly plying her girlfriends with swistar, and a very memorable weekend with a few very illicit tabs of epiphany.&nbsp; Now that had been a lot of fun.<br><br>Sherrie's mother was... rather strict all things told.&nbsp; She was one of those women who insisted on having only one partner for life, and wanted her daughter to grow up with the same sorts of morals.&nbsp; Sherrie, of course, resisted such indoctrination, and so she was a little bit of a rebel.&nbsp; She preferred her dark and super tight clothing, often wearing things to school which bordered on the scandalous.&nbsp; The day she'd worn nothing but slick latex lingerie to her exams was one of her favourite memories in recent history.<br><br>When they'd started discussing the idea of a pregnancy pact, Sherrie had all but ignored her mother in the process.&nbsp; Sure, she'd lied to her lovers, told them she had gotten permission.&nbsp; The idea of turning up at home well and truly impregnated by the two girls she loved most in the world was enough to make her squirm in her outlandish undies.&nbsp; Once it was confirmed, there'd be no way her mother could say no.<br><br>With that firmly in mind, Sherrie stepped out of the cab near Bailey's house, letting the cab take its fare from her RFID hanging from her ear.&nbsp; Mother would get the bill, and think nothing of it.&nbsp; Sherrie always spent time at Bailey's, after all.&nbsp; Today, they were getting together to begin the process of becoming Mothers and Aunties.&nbsp; Today, she wore a lovely little ensemble in bright purple, highlighting those pools of sapphire that were her eyes.&nbsp; She particularly loved the clinging tightness, and the way the extra straps of thicker leather highlighted her favourite parts.&nbsp; Hopefully Bailey would like it too.<br><br>One gloved hand lifted up, the other still clutching her overnight bag.&nbsp; This was to be the weekend they did it.&nbsp; Hopefully the supplies she brought would help.&nbsp; She pushed the announcer gently, and waited, trying not to fidget.&nbsp; In a few hours, with any luck, Sherrie would be a mother...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWriter</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 08:47:34</strong>
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				Fiona disembarked from the train, arriving at a station several blocks shy of Bailey's home.&nbsp; She didn't have to get off so early, but she figured the walk would do to calm her nerves.&nbsp; Walking always helped her relax, it had since she was a child, and nowadays it was a good change of pace from running.&nbsp; With the Games but a month away it wouldn't do to have her unfit to compete.&nbsp; While for a sixteen year old winning might have been out of the question the podium was well within reach, and she intended to give herself every chance.<br><br>But, all the same, it would be nice to have someone to share it with.&nbsp; Her mother was no longer with her, and Fiona couldn't deny she got lonely sometimes.&nbsp; Fiona doubted that Bailey and Sherrie knew just how dear they were to her, and when Bailey suggested the pact Fiona was overjoyed.&nbsp; She'd discussed a daughter with her trainer, herself becoming like a mother or auntie figure.&nbsp; She agreed, and told her that if she wanted one, now would be perfect.&nbsp; The Games would arrive before she began to show, and after that came the off-season.&nbsp; She would lose three months or so of training, but in Fiona's eyes what she gain were to gain would far outweigh it.<br><br>So here she was, walking to Bailey's house fresh from the running track.&nbsp; She had a little more class than to turn up in a tracksuit though, as testified by the satin scarlet dress that hugged her lithe frame down to the knees.&nbsp; Unfortunately, she had discovered that her matching heels had broken in her training bag, so she had to resort to wearing her crosstrainers, shattering the illusion of elegance.&nbsp; Over that, though, she covered herself up with a long coat.&nbsp; Her hair flowed freely as far as her lower ribs, but damaged just above her shoulders from hair ties, another testament to her athletic life.&nbsp; Her trainer long argued the virtues of a bobcut, but Fiona thought long hair suited her, and it stayed.&nbsp; It was a relief to wear it out every now and then, though; a fraction too tight and Fiona would get her hair pulled with every stride.&nbsp; The basket hung from her right hand, containing what she'd decided to refer to loosely as fruit, though in truth it was mostly swistars cleverly camouflaged by mangoes and grapes.&nbsp; The fruit was as far as her diet allowed her to indulge in the more esoteric gifts that Sherrie supplied, so this time Fiona would return the favor.<br><br>As she walked, the idea struck her to call ahead.&nbsp; Reaching into her coat she procured her cell phone, and dialed Bailey's own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 01:56:55</strong>
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				Before long Bailey wrapped up her essay to her satisfaction and closed her notebook. It was still over an hour before her friends would arrive to consummate their pregnancy pact, and she would need ever minute she had. She stripped out of her shorts and top, discarding them on the way to her bathroom for a shower. She scrubbed her slender figure from head to toe with a flowery scented lotion. Her carefully trimmed pussy, a stripe of brunette pubes, needed only a cursory once over with a razor. Before turning to the task of what to wear, Bailey spritzed her favorite body spray over her, an alluring mix of jasmine and lavender.<br><br>From her dresser Bailey chose a pair of peach colored panty-shorts, adorned with a small white bow at the front waistline and dainty lace edgings along the legs. The snug cotton panties might not stay on long, but was confident her girlfriends would enjoy tugging them off. Over her head she slipped on an ivory charmeuse baby doll top with a plunging neckline. The outfit was complete as Bailey stepped into a lime green gossamer skirt.<br><br>In the bathroom Bailey finished up her hair and makeup, and took a step back to look herself over. She was satisfied with what she saw, cute, sexy and most of all tempting. From her firm youthful breasts, swollen with the promise of motherhood, down to her French manicured nails, there wouldn't be a young woman in all of Viginti who wouldn't want to sample her offerings.<br><br>Their pact would be consummated in Bailey's bedroom. Her mother ensured her she would have the run of the whole suite for several hours, plenty of time for the three teenagers to explore the wonders and rituals of their lovemaking and pistal pods. The pods were kept refrigerated but taken out to settle at room temperature before use. Bailey retrieved the three precious pods from the kitchen and set them carefully on a nightstand beside her bed.<br><br>The three egg shaped pods were each easily identifiable as belonging to the three lovers. Bailey's was pink, Sherrie's purple and Fiona's red. It was such a special and exciting time for all three of them and Bailey's thoughts lingered on each of them, assured that they would make both wonderful aunties and mothers. They all had attended the necessary classes and workshops, that included the proper care and use of the pistal pods.<br><br>Bailey could hardly wait, her peach panties already spotting with a dampening dew.<br><br>It was then that both the doorbell rang and her cellphone chirped.<br><br>Bailey snatched up her phone, recognizing Fiona's telltale ringtone, "Hey Fi! You aren't chickening out on me are you?" she answered in a teasing tone of voice.<br><br>At the same time she threw open the door to greet the purple bedecked Sherrie. Bailey grinned hugely from ear to ear like a Cheshire Cat. She kissed her girlfriend warmly and took her hand to lead her into the bedroom.<br><br>Bailey returned her attention back to Fiona on the cellphone.<br><br>"We both know you don't need directions, " she said coyly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 12:55:08</strong>
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				She tried not to squee when Bailey opened the door, her grin lighting up that delicate almost elfin face while she looked her girlfriend and soon-to-be-Auntie over.&nbsp; The outfit was adorable, just like everything Bailey wore.&nbsp; She loved the way the girl made it look so easy just to be casual.&nbsp; The same way Fiona had that effortless greek goddess look to her whenever she appeared in something even vaguely sporty.&nbsp; In truth, Sherrie dressed like she did a lot because she was trying so hard just to be in the same league as her girlfriends.<br><br>She noted the phone slapped to B's ear, but that didn't stop her from lunging in and wrapping her friend in a great big hug, enjoying the feel of that slender little body pressed against her own.&nbsp; It felt wonderful to feel the buckles and belts strain a little because of the extra pressure from Bailey's presence.&nbsp; She returned the kiss with enthusiasm, although not so much that it would interrupt the phone call.<br><br>When she heard that it was Fi on the other end of the line, she could only grin.&nbsp; "Hey girl!&nbsp; You better get here quick or I'll keep her all to myself all night and just make you watch!" she shouted just loud enough for the phone to pick up the sound.&nbsp; Just as quickly, her hand slid down and grabbed hold of Bailey's bottom, squeezing and hopefully encouraging her to make noise over the phone for Fi's benefit.&nbsp; The whole while, Sherrie just grinned, and waited for Bailey to finish up.&nbsp; She knew she wouldn't push the sex thing, and hopefully so did Fi.&nbsp; Tonight was about the three of them together.&nbsp; Together forever.<br><br>Soon enough they'd all graduate and then with luck, they'd get married, and live together.&nbsp; At least that was Sherrie's plan out of all of this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWriter</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 15:07:44</strong>
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				She was later than she'd thought.&nbsp; "No, I got off a stop early," she explained, "I'm just around the corner."&nbsp; She was about to ask whether Sherrie had arrived when her voice drifted through behind Bailey's, accompanied by Bailey's own odd gasps and squeaks, giving Fi a good idea what was happening, what she was missing out on the longer she was away.&nbsp; "I'll be there by the time you get to the door," Fi assured her, quickening her stride.&nbsp; Good thing she wore sneakers after all, she smirked to herself.&nbsp; She had to keep to a slow, controlled jog, to keep her basket from emptying into the street, and in next to no time she found herself at Bailey's door.<br><br>She took off her coat, threading it through the handle of the basket, and pressed the announcer.&nbsp; Her hands moved behind her head, scooping her fiery hair clear of her neck to let it billow out briefly behind her.&nbsp; Reaching into her coat pocket, she quickly spritzed herself with a little fragrance, a touch of bergamot.&nbsp; In hindsight, getting off early wasn't a smart idea.&nbsp; Replacing the bottle, Fi silently hoped that Bailey would hurry; it was beginning to get chilly, and Fi had no intentions of being cold.&nbsp; Her imagination kicked into gear, however, and what it showed her certainly helped keep her warm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 17:09:26</strong>
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				Bailey squealed with delight into the phone when Sherrie squeezed her ass. Bailey returned the playful groping with her own, a special treat considering the scandalously tight outfit she wore. The two girls met Fiona at the door, grinning from ear to ear, their hands already groping and teasing one another.<br><br>"Get in here Fi!", the two girls pulled Fiona into the apartment. Bailey cooed over Fiona's scarlet dress and the both girls greeted her with kisses and wandering hands.<br><br>"Mmmm, you look so yummy Fi!"<br><br>Space was a commodity in Viginti and only the very wealthy could afford wide, luxurious suites. Nevertheless Bailey's apartment was a typically sized three bedroom apartment. Her older sisters were rarely about any more so that provided some relief, though her mother's gaggle of lovers, friends and aunties came and gone as frequently as ever. The living room, dinning area and kitchen were one large shared space, with the bedrooms leading off to one side. It was a modest space and quite typical of similarly sized families in Viginti.<br><br>Bailey's bedroom had once been her older sister's room, but now that they were often elsewhere she had taken over the room herself. The bedroom was dominated by a queen-sized bed, drawers for clothing and other articles were fashioned into the walls, cleverly conserving space, and a small bathroom and shower adjoined the room.<br><br>Bailey was all girl, and her bedroom too reflected that, down to the pink and lavender comforter and frilly pillows and stuffed animals. She was pleased the girls brought plenty of swistar fruit. It would be put to good use.<br><br>Bailey hopped onto the bed, patting a hand down to coax the others to join her.<br><br>Swistar fruit was both for eating and used as a topical aphrodisiac. A little picnic of shared fruit upon Bailey's bed would get their pact off on the perfect note.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 09:06:07</strong>
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				When the door opened to let the pair of them look on Fiona and her incredible choice of sexy little dress, Sherrie’s eyes bugged out for a moment, and the grin crept even wider on her face.&nbsp; She was already sort of fondling Bailey while she talked on the phone with their lover, but she quickly opened her other arm to accept Fi into the mix, wanting to hug and hold her as much as Bailey.<br><br>“Very hot, Fiona!&nbsp; I hope the carpet matches the drapes.”&nbsp; She couldn’t help but giggle just a little at that, adapting one of those ancient sayings to indicate she was looking forward to seeing her friend’s panties, and hoping they were just as lovely a satin as the dress appeared to be.<br><br>It took a bit of effort for the clinging and touching trio to make their way to Bailey’s bedroom, but they managed, as they always did.&nbsp; It was a room Sherrie knew very well, what with the number of times the three of them had screwed each other’s brains out in it.&nbsp; Once Bailey and Fiona had bounced their pretty little bums onto the bed, Sherrie paused and scooped up her pack, opening it with a bit of a flourish.<br><br>“I hope you two don’t mind, but I accessed my mother’s account, and got a little something for the three of us for tonight.”&nbsp; In went her gloved hand, and out came the slender, well shaped bottle of Slyvy.&nbsp; It was rare to get one special made for a trio, but they existed, if one was willing to pay a tiny bit extra for the added glass.<br><br>“I had them flavour it with our favourites.&nbsp; Berries and chocolate!”&nbsp; With as much delicacy as she could manage in her excitement, Sherrie set the tri-fluted glass/bottle down on the nearest surface and stepped back before joining her lovers on the bed, her arms slipping around slender waists on either side of her.&nbsp; “I’m really looking forward to this with you guys.&nbsp; I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather have as Aunties.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWriter</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 20:46:06</strong>
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				As she saw both of them at the door, she suddenly felt rather overdressed.&nbsp; Bailey had appeared in what could have been lingerie, and Sherrie had left about as little to the imagination.&nbsp; Her friends' praising cooes and gushes did much to comfort her, though.&nbsp; Her arms snaked their way around her lovers as she entered their embrace, a rosy tint already crossing her cheeks.&nbsp; "I wouldn't miss this for the world, girls," she said, pecking each of them on the cheek nervously.&nbsp; Her breath caught at each well-aimed grope, and her hands trembled slightly as she returned the favour.<br><br>Before she'd met these two Fi was dangerously shy.&nbsp; It used to be that the track was her life, as an orphan she did without the usual loving care of a mother.&nbsp; It wasn't until she'd met Sherrie and Bailey at a party thrown by her coach that very slowly, she began to open up.&nbsp; Even today, dare she admit it her heart fluttered just at the thought of sharing a bed with someone else, let alone becoming an Auntie.&nbsp; It was something she envied about her friends, being able to be so honest about their own needs, so fewer inhibitions.&nbsp; Fiona knew it was something she'd have to address, and she planned on starting tonight.<br><br>With much care the three walked into Bailey's room, awash with bright pink as always, reflecting Bailey's own playful nature to a tee.&nbsp; As the three of them made it to the bed, she watched as Sherrie pulled out a triglassed Slyvy, surprise etching itself onto her face.&nbsp; Fi knew that three-way glasses were very hard to come by, but soon found herself wondering if it would affect her diet.&nbsp; Listen to you, she scolded herself, worrying about a diet now.&nbsp; She forced such thoughts to the back of her head, bringing her back to where it mattered as Sherrie sat down next to her.&nbsp; "It's beautiful, Sherrie," Fiona breathed, as she lent in to claim Sherrie's lips with delicate kisses, still keeping an arm around their host, "Thank you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 01:31:56</strong>
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				The three girlfriends, soon to be expectant mothers and aunties, flopped down upon Bailey's pink floral bed. Bailey sat cross legged, her skirt pushed up partly, haphazardly exposing her peach colored panties. Comfortable among her closest friends and lovers, it didn't even faze her.<br><br>"Oh Sherrie! How wonderful!" Cried Bailey. The cleverly fashioned slyvy glasses were indeed wonderful, an intertwining swirl of three molded glasses, connected at the bottom and fluting upwards in a beautiful bloom of crystal glass. The chocolate and berries would be delicious, and the slyvy's aphrodisiac would have their nipples buzzing and their panties soaked in no time at all.<br><br>The slyvy treat was set aside for the moment however and the three shared an endearing moment, holding each other close, kissing sweetly and exchanging their thoughts on the monumental evening ahead that would change their lives forever.<br><br>All three girls had each slept with one another before, numerous times, but never before all three of them together. Bailey found something special she adored in each of them, Sherrie with her sexy, womanly features beyond her years, and Fiona with her slender, sleek athletic form. Both were quite dear to her and she hoped she to them also. Fiona especially would benefit from the experience as much as herself or Sherrie, being still somewhat shy and unsure of herself. She would make a wonderful mother and auntie, as Sherrie would too.<br><br>For all their experience with one another, never before had they had sex with the purpose of becoming mothers and aunties in mind. The three pistal pods lie safely and within easy reach on a nightstand. The evening would be like none other than any of them had before experienced, the level of arousal and pleasure off the charts. The thought of impregnating each of her friends in turn made Bailey giddy with excitement.<br><br>On a plate that held a serving of swistar fruit Bailey sliced up a number of bite sized portions. The sharing and hand-feeding between the three girls would be quite appropriate given the nature of their gathering. Being the hostess Bailey served a slice of the melon-like fruit to each of her lovers. With all the sweetness and suggestiveness she could muster, Bailey fed Fiona and Sherrie the fruit between her fingers, nudging it past their luscious lips. The mild and common amatory fruit would make the lips tingle and tickle the erotic senses gently.<br><br>Bailey set the plate of fruit down between them, and leaned in to kiss each of her lovers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 11:39:43</strong>
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				She loved being with both of them, either individually or as a group.&nbsp; They’d shared so many things, from their first experiences through their first Sister Party together.&nbsp; They’d been as close as lovers ever got in Viginti, and now they were to go one step further.&nbsp; The final step, in many people’s minds.<br><br>Sherrie gladly returned Fi’s kiss, letting her own linger a little while Bailey made the good little hostess and prepared the swistar for the three of them.&nbsp; Tonight was going to be all about sensual love and the fulfillment of their purpose in life.&nbsp; To become mothers.&nbsp; Taking advantage of some of the space on the bed, Sherrie pulled Fiona with her, settling down near to Bailey and continuing the passionate kiss until the fruit was ready.<br><br>Still keeping one arm wrapped around that athletic waist, she finally let the kiss be broken only to have the soft feel of those lips replaced with the slippery sweet wetness of the most delicious fruit any of them had ever or would ever taste.&nbsp; The tingles she was already feeling were only heightened by the nectar, and the way her lips felt afterwards, Sherrie was only too happy to kiss Bailey deep and hard in thanks.<br><br>Parting from that kiss with a sigh, she watched the other two share a long personal moment, her hands stroking along both of their backs, encouraging, and enjoying the return of their little trio.&nbsp; Finally, she had a bit of a naughty thought, and let her hands slide away, reaching out to select the largest of the slices, and place barely an end of it between her still excited lips.<br><br>Suppressing the giggle that would threaten to have the fruit spilling free, Sherrie leaned forward, breaking the kiss of the other two by sliding her fruit in between their tiers, and enticing them into a lovely little three way tongue wrestle.&nbsp; Oh yes, tonight was going to be amazing.&nbsp; Already, Sherrie could feel the excitement in the air, and the way it had her chest tingling, her nipples starting to wake up, and her undergarments grow a little tighter as she warmed to the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWriter</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 18:04:38</strong>
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				Fiona fell forward gently, holding Sherrie's lips locked with hers as Bailey saw to the fruit, wrapping a slender arm underneath her leather-clad frame to support herself as colour rushed to her cheeks.&nbsp; She broke the kiss and made room for Bailey, offering a slice of swistar to Sherrie.&nbsp; As she watched it disappear between her lips, Fiona instinctively licked her own, catching her mind wishing it were that piece of fruit.&nbsp; Sherrie thanked the host deeply and wetly, and Fiona spied Bailey's hand reaching for the plate, leaning forward for her share.<br><br>Bailey gently pushed the slice of fleshy fruit over Fi's lips, fraction by fraction, as if to tease her with it.&nbsp; The smooth friction over her lips brought about a tingling sensation, which still managed to surprise her every time.&nbsp; The newfound sensitivity spread over her tongue and mouth, heightened by the slightest accidental touch of Bailey's carefully manicured nail against her lips as the last of the fruit vanished into her mouth.&nbsp; Fiona found herself leaning up, as if to follow Bailey's delectable digits.&nbsp; She found herself pleasantly foiled as Bailey's lips intercepted hers, the fruit already beginning to work its magic as a hot flush ran through her athletic frame.&nbsp; Fiona expressed her gratitude with renewed vigour, Sherrie's encouraging hands sending delicious shivers down her spine.<br><br>Their kiss was broken by Sherrie's introduction of more swistar to the slick ruby equation.&nbsp; Fi relished it as that tingle stampeded through her now, the sensation building within her, spiking with every heartbeat.&nbsp; Each touch, each brush against a lover's tongue, each gentle nip at a set of lips left her face growing warmer with the attention, as a similar warmth took hold in her waist, both steadily growing.&nbsp; Fiona draped an arm around both girls, letting each settle at the curve of their hips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 01:55:01</strong>
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				Bailey's cheeks flushed and her lips tingled delightfully. The three girls, with their heads close together passed the swistar fruit to one another by mouth. Their lips touched, brushing up against the other's and tongues probed gently, tentatively. Bailey kissed Fiona, Fiona kissed Sherrie and Bailey kissed Sherrie, all the while passing the delicious fruit back and forth.<br><br>At Sherrie's touch Bailey started, so intensely aroused she was is startled her. Bailey's breathing quickened as her eyes closed partly, her head swimming with delight.<br><br>Bailey took a crescent shaped slice of the fruit and rubbed it upon Fiona's exposed neck. The fruit's properties would affect the exposed skin as well as their lips. With the tip of her tongue Bailey made wandering little circles on Fiona's neck, were she had applied the fruit. Carefully and lightly she began suckling on the girl's tender neck. The sensations were almost mind numbing, the taste divine. She half imagined the buzzing tingle of her tongue could be felt by Fiona against her neck.<br><br>It had not been discussed who would go 'first', that is, who would be impregnated first, but Bailey took pleasure at the idea of her and Sherrie doing Fiona first, and wondered if Sherrie felt the same.<br><br>With her head resting on Fiona's shoulder, between kisses, Bailey suggested as much.<br><br>"What do you say Sherrie, I think Fi here is a bit over dressed, don't you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 15:56:00</strong>
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				Sherrie let herself giggle with the delight she was feeling from all the wonderful tingling sensations the swistar was bringing forth.&nbsp; In truth, her whole body all but shivered with excitement at the whole setting.&nbsp; Tonight, she was going to become a mother, and these two young women, her very best friends and most frequent lovers, were going to be her Aunties.&nbsp; Under her skin tight outfit and the little leather straps, her skin was hypersensitive already, almost as if she had taken a shower in swistar before dressing.<br><br>She pulled back ever so slightly when Bailey started suckling at Fiona's neck, smiling and watching, reaching out to stroke her hands lightly over both girl's backs, sliding down to caress just above those lovely bottoms that she'd spent more than one hour worshiping with her lips and tongue.&nbsp; More, she'd done more than once what Bailey was doing now to Fiona, likely in the same spot, although very rarely with the swistar as an added excitement.<br><br>When Bailey made her suggestion, Sherrie grinned widely and giggled once again, the enjoyment of the moment bubbling up out of her like so many other things would be bubbling in the very near future.&nbsp; How incredibly sexy it was, to remain clothed and render your lover naked, to take just enough control to worship that body while denying your own pleasure in return.&nbsp; How selfless an act that showed so much love.<br><br>"Oh defintiely.&nbsp; Very definitely."&nbsp; She grinned and let go of her lover's waists, reaching up to help guide Fiona back onto the bed.&nbsp; Very deliberately, she slid her hands down that lovely form, knowing the muscular body that lay underneath intimately.&nbsp; She slid down until she felt the bare skin below the hem of the little red dress.&nbsp; "Get her hands Bailey"&nbsp; Her grin grew a little larger when she started to inch her fingers up under the hem of the dress, inching it higher and revealing more and more wonderful skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWriter</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 03:28:24</strong>
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				Fi felt the cool, wet slice of fruit against her neck, its nearly magical properties kicking in quickly enough to make her start.&nbsp; Bailey's lips closing over that buzzing patch of skin was enough to make Fiona melt in her arms, her head already swimming in the heady euphoria.&nbsp; It never ceased to amaze her how one innocuous piece of fruit made Fiona squirm with so much more need, made the sensation of Bailey's insistent suckling feel that much more exhilarating.&nbsp; It was something Sherrie had done with her many times, but the fruit brought it to a whole other plane of yumminess.&nbsp; If Fi were blushing before, she had become a miniature sun now.<br><br>Bailey's attentions didn't let up, and Fiona lost herself in them.&nbsp; She almost didn't feel Sherrie's hands explore her back again, at least until she dipped as low as her rear, sending a ripple through her right to her head, her back arching at her lovers' ministrations.&nbsp; She heard Bailey say something over her shoulder, picking out her name but little else, and heard Sherrie agree, feeling Bailey's hands guide her back down, easing herself down into Bailey's lap, as Sherrie glided over her, hands trickling down her sides and hips, until at last she found Fi's bare legs.&nbsp; <br><br>Fi lifted her arms up, entangling them behind Bailey's head and watching helplessly as her dress inched upward to finally reveal scarlet lace panties, their intricacy accentuating a carefully trimmed mound of hair over a steadily growing patch of arousal.&nbsp; She could do little but accommodate for the dress to go higher, up over her shoulders and off to uncover her naked breasts, gently rising and falling with her quickened breaths, that last brush of satin awakening her nipples.&nbsp; Fi craned her head over to offer her lips to Bailey, already squirming in her host's lap at the thought of what Sherrie had in mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 04:28:53</strong>
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				Fi leaned back into Bailey's arms easily and willingly, her legs out in front of Sherrie. Undressing each other, slipping off each other's carefully chosen outfits was as enjoyable as anything they did. Soon Fi's little red dress was pulled up over her head, leaving her naked except for a pair of scarlet lace panties.<br><br>Bailey and Fi wrapped their arms around each other's necks and kissed deeply, their tongues twirling around inside the other's mouths. The sexual temperature, along with the tempo rose another notch and Bailey's breathing increased with each moment.<br><br>Murmuring sweetly into her ear, Bailey reached forward and toyed with Fi's nipples, brushing her finger tips over the swollen nubs and lightly drawing circles around them. Bailey's point of view could not be better, looking down between Fi's breasts and down further between her legs where Sherrie was poised ready to pleasure Fi even more.<br><br>So focused on the moment, pleasing Fi, Bailey hardly noticed the wet mess her own panties had become. Hooking a thumb under each shoulder strap of her baby doll top, Bailey freed her nubile breasts and nuzzled them up to Fi's face. She bit her lip in anticipation, anxious for Fi to find her nipples and to feel her mouth on them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 12:08:08</strong>
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				The appearance of that flimsy little lace, sodden, and barely encasing the delicious fruit that Sherrie had tasted many many times before, reminded Sherrie of the mess growing steadily in her own lingerie.&nbsp; She looked forward to surprising her lovers when they undressed her as well, later, but for now…<br><br>The fell of the slender athletic shape under her hands while she pushed the dress up was wonderful.&nbsp; She adored how Fiona kept herself so very trim and fit.&nbsp; Of course, she needed to, but still it was a wonderful thing to feel those firm muscles against her in bed at night, or pressing against her before they got to the in bed part.&nbsp; Not for the first time, Sherrie marveled at how those wonderful muscles bunched and flexed just under the smooth skin of her lover, particularly when her hands slid over yet another sensitive part of her flesh.<br><br>Soon enough the dress was off, and Sherrie merely tossed it aside.&nbsp; They’d all scramble to dress in the morning, of course, and there’d be the usual scrapping it out over who got to wear whose underwear and clothes and so on.&nbsp; For now, Sherrie had the most delectable treasure in the room right in front of her, and she was going to take advantage of it.&nbsp; Glancing up and noticing the two already deep into tongue swapping, she grinned widely and leaned down, settling onto the bed in between those wide spread thighs.<br><br>Grabbing yet another piece of swistar, she reached out with her other hand and peeled aside the lace, just pushing it out of the way to reveal the wonderful lips of her girlfriend.&nbsp; All but holding her breath, Sherrie let the slick, sweet little piece of fruit reach out and touch her lover, sliding along that crinkled little coral.&nbsp; She slid the soft fruit along, letting the juices pool slightly and trickle along the not-yet-opened peach before her.&nbsp; She swallowed the supreme and then leaned forward to blow gently on the now-tingling love lips before her.<br><br>Gratified by the intense sounds she got to make Fiona utter, Sherrie wasted no more time.&nbsp; There was much to be had here, and she wanted it all.&nbsp; The first orgasm of the night was about to happen, and she wanted to drink it down like it was the last water in the desert.&nbsp; She parted her lips and let her tongue slide out to drag in one long deliberate swipe against that delicious fruity, tangy, slick sweet warm and soft place, wriggling at the end when she got to the little hood above her lover’s clit.<br><br>She moaned herself at the taste, and went back for more, finally closing her mouth down around that furry mound and beginning to lap gently at those folds, swelling and opening for her delving tongue.&nbsp; This was going to be fantastic!&nbsp; The good news was that they were supposed to have at least one orgasm before the pistal pods were used, otherwise this night would have been a lot more boring.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWriter</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 03:22:06</strong>
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				Fi watched eagerly as Bailey's fingers danced over her breasts, teasing the delicate mounds of flesh with circles.&nbsp; She bit her lip at the sensations, her spine arching to provide Bailey with easier access.&nbsp; She felt Sherrie tug aside her panties and glanced down to the blonde, who was readying another slice of fruit.&nbsp; Fiona's pace quickened out of an almost primal fear; while she'd eaten plenty of swistar, and while she had felt it on skin before, she could only imagine what kind of quivering mess she would become with the fruit at her most intimate of intimates.&nbsp; Fiona opened her mouth to protest, but wasn't in time as Sherrie stroked the flesh against her, igniting the tingling buzz shared with her other lips.<br><br>Fi was panting with the strain of keeping her molten juncture in check, as every heartbeat only added fuel to the steadily growing fire.&nbsp; She shuddered in Bailey's arms as Sherrie blew against her, trying to blow out an inferno as if it were a birthday candle.&nbsp; Fiona pawed at Bailey's chest, her very mind already clouding over with pleasure, reducing her lovers' names to strangled moans and gasps.&nbsp; Sherrie's drawn out sampling of Fiona left her breathless, her legs bucking slightly at the last flourish against her bud.<br><br>She'd never been pushed this high this fast before.&nbsp; She stared up at Bailey from under her chest, her glowing face almost pleading with her lover for mercy, but her plea would go unvoiced as Sherrie cupped herself onto her mound in a flurry of laps and licks.&nbsp; With this kind of treatment there was no holding it back; all Fi could do was hope to delay it, then ride it out.&nbsp; She felt the tide in her rushing out to an extent she couldn't have imagined, as if the ocean was emptying itself to herald a tidal wave.&nbsp; Her vision faltered; all that she could feel was Sherrie's talented tongue, bringing her to the edge of the most incredible climax she ever had... at least until the next one.&nbsp; Fi's athletic legs closed around Sherrie's head, partly by reflex, partly by desire, before the wave crashed down upon her.&nbsp; She came with a shuddering cry, managing to form a shaky "Sh-shher-sh-er-aaaah!" as her body contracted further, pinning Sherrie's mouth to her as it did its devilish work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 04:57:28</strong>
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				Bailey cooed audibly at Fi's touch, teasing her nipples, groping her tender and plush breasts. Bailey held Fi close, in almost a nurturing fashion, as her lover tensed and arched her back. Sherrie was applying the swistar fruit to Fi's pussy, and her reaction was delightful. <br><br>"Mmmm, yeah baby, isn't that good? Mmmm," cooed Bailey into Fi's ear.<br><br>What followed was predictable, a foregone conclusion, yet that did not diminish the delectable vision in the least. Watching Sherrie go down on Fi was an absolute treat.<br><br>"Yeah baby, lick it, yeah lick her pussy, " encouraged Bailey. Compulsively her own tongue came out as if to mimic Sherrie's. Bailey watched with rapt attention the girl's tongue dart and slash over Fi's pussy lips.<br><br>"Oh Damn Sherrie, thats it lick her good, make her cum," added Bailey.<br><br>Bailey's fingers toyed and teased at Fi's excited nipples.<br><br>Fi's orgasm soon followed, with Sherrie's face mashed up to her pussy. It was a lovely wet mess and Fi's cries of pleasure only added to the excitement. As ardent as Fi's orgasm was, there was only more to follow, with the pistal pod and its effects.<br><br><em>Poor girl.</em> Bailey thought, with a silent chuckle to herself.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 14:04:13</strong>
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				She could feel the light tingling of the frest swistar on her tongue and lips, but it was hard to discern the difference between the new and the existing.&nbsp; They'd already been using a lot of the fruit, so all three of them would be excited, and feeling almost every light breeze washing over their bodies.&nbsp; The difference Sherrie did get, though was the incredibly sexy sound of Fiona's rising climax.<br><br>It didn't take long either, with all the teasing and the double teaming.&nbsp; Hearing Bailey encouraging her even further only made Sherrie want to drive her tongue in deep, to slurp and suckle, to drain that already trembling young form beneath her of all of its wet.&nbsp; Thankfully, she was about to get a whole lot of help.&nbsp; A few hard laps and the tight atheltic body under her tensed.&nbsp; She felt those muscles squeezing and flexing on her tongue and Sherrie nearly moaned herself before being rewarded with a mouthful of the night's first orgasm.<br><br>Sherrie drank greedily, slurping and sucking to get the last little dribbles of her lover's pleasure, suckling and nuzzling and feeling those bucking and squirming motions on the bed.&nbsp; With a huge satisfied smile on her face, Sherrie lifted her face out of that still panty-covered crotch, her cheeks and lips glazed with Fiona's unique flavour, looking at her two girlfriends.&nbsp; "Yummy, Fiona.&nbsp; You taste just like Swistar... we're so going to have to do that more often."<br><br>Sitting back on her haunches slightly, feeling the tight outift bind and cling to literally every curve, rubbing her and making her want to join Fiona in a post-orgasmic bliss.&nbsp; "So what's next then Bailey?&nbsp; Is it time?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWriter</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 10:55:42</strong>
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				Fi panted, not remembering a time when she was ever that exhausted, yet that energized at once.&nbsp; Her senses gradually returned as she came down, her breaths slower but still full, leaving too little time to articulate thought.&nbsp; She relaxed her legs, letting them flop either side of Sherrie as she lounged back into Bailey's lap, signs of a smile showing at the corners of her mouth as she gulped in lungfuls of air.<br><br>By the time Fiona regained enough control of her face, her two lovers began discussing what was next.&nbsp; "Someone else's turn," she managed to put forward her opinion, adding a barely audible 'please' with a breathless gasp.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 04:25:14</strong>
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				Bailey took advantage of the momentary pause in the evening's events to retrieve from the kitchen a pitcher of ice water and a tray of glasses for the three of them. The rigorous orgasms brought on by the pistal pods would leave them dehydrated as a glass of cool water would be very welcome.<br><br>Standing beside Bailey wiggled out of the last of her clothes and stepping out of her panties. Rejoining her friends on the bed again, paid special attention to Sherrie while sharing an impish grin with Fi. Bailey's hands roamed over Sherrie's thighs and wander along the length of her legs. The musky scent of three aroused young women hung in the air, the silence broken only by the smack of lips upon lips and earnest sighs of pleasure.<br><br>"Sweetie, Fi? If you get Sherrie's pod from the nightstand, we'll make her a mother..." Suggested Bailey with a wink to Fi. Bailey turned her gaze upon Sherrie, her eyes turned serious, her movements deliberate as she reached to tug off Sherrie's panties.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 11:10:21</strong>
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				Fi was utterly beautiful, in her post-sex disarray.&nbsp; The taste of her still on Sherrie’s tongue was amazing, and combined with the tingling of the swistar it was enough that she was sure that there was going to be a hell of a mess inside that outfit of hers.&nbsp; Bailey stepped away for a minute, while Fiona recovered, so she stood and started undoing her belts.&nbsp; It wasn’t as sexy as disrobing for the both of them, but truth be told, Sherrie was more interested in what would come afterwards anyways.<br><br>The belts loosened easily enough, but peeling out of the form fitting suit required more than a little bit of wiggling, treating Fiona to interesting vistas while Sherrie managed the task.&nbsp; She hadn’t worn a bra, of course, since the outfit had more than enough support on its own, so while she was bent over wriggling her hips a little to get out of the lower part of her suit, she could already feel her breasts swaying slightly in her girlfriend’s view.&nbsp; The achingly hard little nipples were mute testament to just how turned on the blonde was.<br><br>Finally it was off, and she stood there in that super tiny little g-string, barely enough to be called a cache with the tiny little triangle that tried to cover her freshly shaved self.&nbsp; The white near mesh was already thin and devoid of any form of lining, so her exceptional wetness had it all but see through already and clinging to every tiny little bump of her slightly swollen and extremely excited sex.<br><br>She happily crawled back up onto the bed to snuggle for a little bit with Fiona while Bailey returned, and then was treated to one of her favourite things in the world.&nbsp; Being the meat in a girlfriend sandwich.&nbsp; Touched on both sides by the pair of them, Sherrie was already tingling and aquiver with excitement, feeling two pairs of hands touching and stroking her skin.<br><br>She had already begun to wonder who was going to be the first of them to actually get pregnant tonight when she was offered the surprise of being volunteered.&nbsp; She gasped in a little shock and more than a little embarrassment at the suddenness with which Bailey dove for the opportunity to “knock up” her lover.&nbsp; As she watched Fiona curl away and reach for that slender purple device, she felt the tiny strings of her last remaining garment being pulled off easily.<br><br>All of a sudden she was all aflutter in the tummy, nervous and even a little scared.&nbsp; Motherhood.&nbsp; It was about to happen, very much the way they planned it, and Sherrie was going to be the first of them.&nbsp; Her hips came back to the bed after having lifted to let Bailey peel her out of her panty, and Sherrie laid back between her lovers, nibbling her lip gently, looking upwards at the two of them.<br><br>“I love you both very much… but… be gentle.&nbsp; It’s my first time with one of those.”&nbsp; It was a stupid thing to say.&nbsp; Of course it was her first time, as it was for all of them.&nbsp; She’d head stories all over the place, of course, and read the official documents as she was supposed to, and the disclaimers and the legal papers.&nbsp; She knew what was going to happen in perhaps as much detail as any woman of Viginti knew.&nbsp; Still, she was a little nervous.&nbsp; Here she was on her girlfriend’s bed, about to let herself become a mother.&nbsp; Her own little daughter.&nbsp; Who wouldn’t be nervous their first time?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWriter</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 04:26:25</strong>
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				Fi wasted little time rejoining the action, embracing Sherrie from behind as Bailey continued her ministrations.&nbsp; Fi's hands wound around the blonde's form, lazily exploring inside her underwear with her fingers.&nbsp; Fi lifted her hand up to Sherrie's mouth, offering a taste of her own arousal.&nbsp; "Does it taste good?" she whispered into her ear.<br><br>Bailey asked for the pod and Fi dutifully released Sherrie to fetch it, crawling over the bed with a certain slide to her thighs, the red fabric proving quite a spectacle for Bailey.&nbsp; She picked up the purple pod, and the gravity of the situation began to dawn on her.&nbsp; Within this case is a new life; Sherrie's daughter.&nbsp; Her own Niece.&nbsp; She was well aware how big a step this was for anyone.&nbsp; Her trainer had sat her down and talked with her about tonight many times in recent weeks, making Fi absolutely sure she was ready.&nbsp; In many ways she was the mother she never had.&nbsp; <br><br>A warm smile reached her lips as she made her way back to the lovers, presenting the pod to Bailey with one hand while her other snaked around Sherrie's waist again.&nbsp; "See what B's got there?" she hushed into Sherrie's ear again, lazily fondling her chest while her newly free hand moving to continue its work between her legs, "That's your baby."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 03:45:07</strong>
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				Between the spread of Sherrie's legs Bailey carefully placed the precious pod. The purple egg shaped pod had a soft rubber like exterior. It was sized to fit the average woman and took little effort to insert. Once inside a woman the pod was engineered to swell larger, and then pop open, releasing the life forming solution and the cocktail mixture of aphrodisiacs.<br><br>With no small measure of adoration and care, Bailey placed kisses upon the tender flesh of Sherrie's inner thighs. She kissed and suckled upon her, savoring her lover like a delicious slice of fruit she imagined her. Her mouth hovering over the musky wet mess of her pussy, Bailey looked up at Sherrie and Fi. Bailey's breath caught in her throat at the vision of her two lovers and best friends. Upon their faces Bailey perceived a mix of love and lust that seemed to shimmer like the heat of a summer day.<br><br>Out came Bailey's tongue to taste the pink folds of Sherrie's moist pussy. Her tongue snaked along the crinkle of her wet slit, scooping up the girl's taste on her tongue. Her lover was so very humid and messy, aroused like never before. Bailey buried her face in Sherrie's mess, wallowing in her sex and lapping her tongue over the girl's delicious slit.<br><br>It was then that Bailey slowed and ceased her ministrations to rest her head upon Sherrie's thigh. Clasped gently between her finger tips was the pistal pod. Casting aside any other pretense or restraint, Bailey began nudging the pod past Sherrie's lips. The pod's pliable exterior gave way as Bailey nudged it firmly forward. In an eyelash, the pod disappeared and was completely inside Sherrie.<br><br>It would be no more than a half a minute before the pod would burst inside Sherrie. Bailey looked up again at Sherrie and Fi, her eyes filled with joy and passion.<br><br>Soon. So soon. Bailey watched Sherrie's face for the inevitable.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 09:42:07</strong>
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				It was hard to say what was more erotic for Sherrie, being held from behind gently by a lover, with her intimates being pried apart with eager fingers and presented to her other lover, or the little purple thing so innocently couched in Bailey’s hands.&nbsp; She could still taste her own incredible wetness from Fiona’s fingers, lingering on her tongue, knowing that right at this moment, her body was being prepared, knowing that within moments of the pod being inserted, her ovaries would be artificially stimulated and she would drop an egg almost immediately.<br><br>When Fi whispered those lovely words into Sherrie’s ear, she moaned ever so slightly, her body tensing, another orgasm already preparing itself even without anything more than a few teasing touches.&nbsp; By the Goddesses, she was so ready for this.&nbsp; By morning, her mother would have nothing else she could say on the matter, and this little trio would be cemented together more firmly than any family.<br><br>Sherrie arched her back slightly, pressing backwards against Fiona as Bailey lowered herself and began to tease.&nbsp; She panted and moaned in appreciation for the delicious sensations, craning her neck backwards to enjoy the sensation all the more.&nbsp; The first touch of that wonderfully skilled tongue had Sherrie crying out softly, her head turning to plant a hard and sloppy kiss on Fi’s lips, wanting it all, loving the way her body was being prepared and yet mauled at the same time by the pair of them.<br><br>When the licking stopped, so did the kiss, Sherrie’s lust-filled eyes sliding off of Fiona’s face down to see what had gone wrong, only to catch sight of that purple pod sliding along, inching closer and closer.&nbsp; She held her breath, her body starting to shiver slightly.&nbsp; Sherrie reached back and grabbed hold of Fiona’s athletic thighs, squeezing on them gently, her legs quivering on either side of Bailey’s head.&nbsp; She could practically feel the shaking of her internal muscles in anticipation.<br><br>No toy they had used or experimented with or even looked at in the stores had ever felt to Sherrie quite the way that slick little pod felt when it parted her lips and started to stretch her muscles as it entered.&nbsp; She felt her body all but shudder in increasing pleasure as she felt it enter, sliding on a film of her incredible arousal for those long eternal moments before it was done.<br><br>Sherrie panted and gasped and made little near-hiccuping sounds as she tried to moan in ecstasy and whimper in pleasure and speak words all at the same time.&nbsp; She could feel it start to tingle inside of her, that little orgasm bomb ready to erupt and send her screaming through the most powerful moment of her entire life.&nbsp; She reached a shaking hand out towards Bailey, her other sliding up to try and grasp Fi’s as well.&nbsp; She could feel it beginning, and she wanted ever so much to share the moment with both of the soon-to-be Aunties. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWriter</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 02:40:45</strong>
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				Sherrie had found Fi's lips with little trouble as Baily continued her work, exploring every patch of slick mouth she could.&nbsp; As Sherrie broke the kiss, her attention turned to see the small purple shape disappear from sight behind Sherrie's trembling mound, feeling the blonde's hands grasp her thighs to brace herself.&nbsp; She caught Bailey's pleased glance, and returned it with a smirk; she knew who was next.&nbsp; Fi flexed a leg from underneath Sherrie's squirming form to gently nudge Bailey in closer, hoping to share the sensation of Sherrie's climax against her skin too.<br><br>Watching, hearing, feeling Sherrie's anticipation grow to meltdown in her lap, she accepted her offered hand, clasping it gently before bringing it to her mouth to gently suckle on her quivering fingers, drinking in Sherrie's orgasmic gibberish.&nbsp; Her other hand wove around Sherrie's waist, cupping one of her pert breasts, bud gently kneaded between Fi's own digits.&nbsp; If Sherrie was to come like a bomb, Fi figured, then she was going to up the yield.<br><br>"Come on," she breathed into Sherrie's ear, gently nipping on it, "Let it go..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 04:14:05</strong>
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				The heavy scent of sex hung thick in the air, Bailey's own pussy a sodden mess in anticipation of Sherrie's oncoming orgasm. Impregnating Sherrie, slipping the purple pod into her friend was to-date the simplest and most erotic thing she had ever done. The image of the pod sliding in, swallowed whole by Sherrie's pussy lips would be one that would stay with her for a long time. Though the memory of the pioneering women who first laid down this very rite had faded, their practices lived on. There was no more sacred passage among the women of the Vicenary than this.<br><br>What seemed like an eternity was only three gasping breaths. The tell tale pop of the pod bursting open was followed closely by a startled jerk of Sherrie's body. What she would experience no woman could mimic with a tongue or contrived device. Like the first women of the Vicenary, she too would learn the true meaning of bliss. Both Bailey and Fi would be humbled, their enthusiasm tempered by a healthy measure of apprehension. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 09:27:54</strong>
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				She felt the tingles as soon as it was inside of her, that slick, beautiful little seed of pleasure.&nbsp; Sherrie could feel the fingers everywhere on her body, between Fiona clasping her one hand and stroking that heaving little breast with her other, and Bailey’s digits teasing the very edges around her sex, Sherrie was all but quivering.&nbsp; Her mouth opened in that all-too-classic O as she felt it beginning, little gasped “Oh..oh…ohh..” noises barely making it out of her over-excited lips.<br><br>At first it was just tingles, then warmth, and then the unmistakable feeling of something popping like some kind of bubble deep inside of her, a sudden rush of slick feeling warmth spearing upwards into her womb, even as she felt the explosion of endorphins that came from the most ecstatic release she had ever experienced.<br><br>Her body stiffened and shuddered and then spasmed in her lovers’ arms and hands, the whole experience beginning with Sherrie’s near-patented howling orgasm, and going so much further!&nbsp; As the ripples of earthly ecstasy erupted in her sensorium, Sherrie ceased her shrieking, losing complete control of everything that was of this world.&nbsp; Limbs flopped uncontrollably with little overloads of incredible pleasure bursting like fireworks in her brain.&nbsp; The sounds that escaped her heaving chest mingled between little coos of happiness, grunts of effort, and groans of purest release.<br><br>The whole eruption lasted an eon in her mind, and minutes in the arms of her lovers, while that slender, pale, and smooth form quivered and shook and finally collapsed in a sweating, panting, shivering heap of jellied muscles.&nbsp; Little happy sobs wracked through the teen while she clung to her dearest lovers for long moments, even before she let her glistening eyes flicker open to look at the pair of them.<br><br>“I’m a mommy… goddess you two are going to love this…”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWriter</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 04:51:12</strong>
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				Fi was in as good a position as any to feel Sherrie's orgasm claim her, unrelenting in her teasing of Sherrie's chest.&nbsp; She watched in rapture as Sherrie's body danced in her lap, convulsing with stimulus in her most secret of secrets, the arm around her front holding her ever so slightly tighter as her slick skin glided across Fi's own.&nbsp; But as Sherrie continued to come and come and come seemingly without end, Fi couldn't help but feel apprehensive; how long was this supposed to last?&nbsp; Why hasn't she come down yet?&nbsp; Could I cope with one lasting that long?<br><br>Even as her nerves finally subsided, and the ringing in Fi's ears dulled down after Sherrie's howl of climax, Sherrie was still twitching and shivering, each one wrenching a sob from the girl in her lap.&nbsp; When Sherrie spoke again, it was a hushed voice, one of total elated exhaustion.&nbsp; What Fi had just seen was incredible; the thought of her last orgasm lasting as long and as intense as what she just saw instilled a sense of warm, inviting terror.&nbsp; She wanted it so badly, core already tingling at the thought, but with the trepidation she'd expect of someone awaiting their first skydive; deathly afraid of taking the plunge.<br><br>Fi gulped loudly, still astonished.&nbsp; "Amazing," she said from underneath her lover, watching her flushed face drag in air.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 05:45:29</strong>
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				From Bailey's point of view between Sherrie's writhing legs, the vision before her was one she'd not forget for a long while. She cooed encouragingly though, murmuring sweetly to her beloved friend. She was unsure if her touch was welcome at that point, for Sherrie seemed nearly overcome and hypersensitive. And so Bailey's hands hovered over Sherrie's thighs and legs, her fingertips only lightly brushing upon the skin with Sherrie's thrashing. Fi and Bailey exchanged a silent look, one that spoke volumes to their wonderment. None of the three teenagers had fathomed it would be like this, and two of them had yet to experience first hand. That would change this evening.<br><br>Sherrie begun to come down from the drug educed orgasm, shivering lightly, her breath slowly returning to her to resemble something normal. Bailey retrieved a glass from the nightstand and filled it with iced water. It was no lie the ritual left the mother-to-be drawn and dehydrated. She would need several moments to recover. So Bailey planted soft kisses along Sherrie's arm and shoulder as she sat up to drink the water.<br><br>With a little catch in her voice Bailey spoke up, "This is just so, so wonderful. You're going to be a mother Sherrie, we all will." She parted the damp hair from Sherrie's face, a hint of concern on her face as she asked Sherrie if she was alright.<br><br>When Fi and Sherrie both turned their gaze upon Bailey, the teenager's eyes grew wider. What went unspoken but conveyed in the impish look from her two friends was, she was next. Her hand came down between her legs as if to cup her pussy protectively. Instinctively though her fingers swirled in the pool of wetness, dripping forth upon the bedspread. There was no turning back, even if doubt and trepadation still welled up inside her gut. Her little round breasts heaved up, topped by aroused nipples that further spoke to Bailey's state of excitement. Who between them, Fi or Sherrie, would actually insert the pistal pod into Bailey had not been discussed. They had not decided upon those details, presuming the natural course of events would dictate the order.<br><br>Both the anticipation and apprehension came out quietly, "Oh god. Oh god."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 12:48:41</strong>
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				Recovery was altogether too slow and far far too fast for Sherrie.&nbsp; Between the lingering tingles that still echoed their way through her nerves, reminding her of the earthly ecstasy that she had just experienced at the hands of her dearest lovers, and the near bone-deep weariness that came from so very much effort expended all at once, Sherrie was hard pressed to say which she liked more.<br><br>Fortunately for the newly made teen mother, there were two very naked and extremely excited lovers with her that, combined with a bottle of water, had her very ready to keep going.&nbsp; Just so long as she didn’t have to experience quite that amount of pleasure all at once again today.&nbsp; Maybe another few little ones…<br><br>It certainly wasn’t rehearsed, the order of things, or who would do what to whom and when, but it might as well have been when Sherrie felt Fi looking with her at the girl who had most recently impregnated her.&nbsp; Oh yes, Bailey was so next.&nbsp; She grinned more to herself and Fiona than to the soon-to-be mother, scooting slightly on the bed, pulling herself up further and encouraging the lovely brunette to chase her up the bed to get into position.&nbsp; Just like the order of seduction and impregnation wasn’t exactly decided, neither was the who would do what to whom, but in truth, Bailey didn’t have the coordination to do much more than a healthy snuggle just yet, so she was going to encourage Fiona to do the pleasurable honours of making lovely Bailey a Mommy.<br><br>Twisting slightly on the bed to steal a last minute kiss from her lover, Sherrie whispered to Fiona, a husky not-quite-harsh thing.&nbsp; “Thank you, Fi.&nbsp; I love you so very much.&nbsp; Go ahead, and I’ll make your time the best I can after.”&nbsp; Was it going to be as exciting watching it happen to someone else as it had been having it done to her?&nbsp; Even more being the one with that swollen pod in her fingers sliding it up inside of her lover and watching the explosion happen all because of her?<br><br>As Sherrie tugged gently and guided Bailey into place between her spread legs, to pull her back to lean against her naked body, she knew full well that it really didn’t matter.&nbsp; They’d all experience each ‘position’ tonight, and they’d all be the very best Mommies and Aunties they could be afterwards with each other.&nbsp; Still, there was that lingering warmth in her middle that reminded Sherrie with every movement that she was very soundly pregnant.&nbsp; Her body knew it, her mind knew it, and between the two, it was one of the most erotic feelings she had ever known.<br><br>To share her good fortune, she lifted her legs, wrapping them gently around Bailey’s lovely smooth thighs, and pulling a little, spreading her wide and ‘vulnerable’ while she watched Fiona get ready to put a baby in her.&nbsp; Knowing that they’d only played a little like this, Sherrie still wanted to try more, and very carefully reached her arms forward, snaking them over her lover’s shoulders, and then behind, grabbing hold of Bailey’s lovely wrists and holding them in place.&nbsp; Not quite bondage in the traditional sense, it was still a form of restraint.&nbsp; Bondage by naked teenager.&nbsp; Such a wonderful thing was innovation.<br><br>Leaning in to nibble at the soft roundness of a Bailey-ear, Sherrie whispered again.&nbsp; “Gonna make another Mommy…”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories (sorry about the wait)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWriter</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 05:18:20</strong>
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				Sherrie's lips and whispered words helped ease Fi's concerns, returning her affections after a moments' hesitation.&nbsp; Fiona looked to the dresser for the pink capsule, crawling over the bedspace to retrieve it, hips swaying almost reflexively.&nbsp; Her newfound respect for the capsules and their contents resulted in her treating it more delicately than before, having witnessed the unguarded euphoria it could inspire.&nbsp; Again, the fire at her center was stoked, not unaccompanied by a bundle of nerves.<br><br>The sight that greeted her as she turned back around certainly didn't quell that fire.&nbsp; Sherrie's legs holding Bailey's open from beneath, their host's core splayed open for Fi's perusal.&nbsp; Bailey's hands were also secured by the blonde, her lips muttering a mantra of divine origins.&nbsp; Fi smiled gently, and kissed the top of the protective case, sealing it to her lips as she padded towards the bound girl, her eyes possessed by a newfound predatory light.&nbsp; Moving like this certainly eased her own apprehensions, watching Bailey's reaction.&nbsp; As she reached her lovers, Fi gently placed the cool pod case on Bailey's waist, her left hand lightly playing with her flower.&nbsp; "How did it feel?" she breathed, leaning over Bailey's torso, deepening her hand's exploration a little.&nbsp; "Sliding the pod in?&nbsp; Giving Sherrie her child?&nbsp; Watching her cry out?"&nbsp; She broke her interrogation off to gently kiss Bailey's bud, tugging gently on it with her lips.&nbsp; "Do you think I'll enjoy it?" she asked innocently between delicate nips.&nbsp; By the time she finally got around to the pod, Sherrie will have a bit of trouble keeping B in check by herself.&nbsp; That is, if Fi had her way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 06:38:50</strong>
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				It was both exhilarating and just a bit intimidating being the center of attention, the focus of her two amorous friends. Not unlike two lioness cubs they circled Bailey as if to pounce upon her at any moment. Sherrie maneuvered herself behind and up against Bailey. At first she didn't know what her friend intended.<br><br>"Hmmm? What? Oh. Oh..." <br><br>Her nervous giggle came unbidden as Sherrie hooked each of her legs around each of Bailey's, providing her ample leverage to easily spread wide the girl's legs at her whim. Too though she further interlocked her arms around Bailey's trapping her lover in a knotted embrace of silky and limber legs and arms. Bailey was indeed a willing hostage, even leaning back into Sherri, her classmate's breasts cool on her back. With her mouth pressed to her ear, Sherrie's proclamation sent a shiver through Bailey, responding only with an affirmative and eager murmur.<br><br>And then on came Fi with Bailey's pink pistal pod cupped reverently in her hands. Her ever adorable Fi took full advantage of situation. From the top corner of the bed she slunk across to where Bailey lie in wait, bound though she was by Sherrie. The brown eyed mother-to-be shifted her gaze from the pod to Fi and back to the pod again. Her rhetorical inquiries only amped up the level of arousal a notch, were that possible. Her sultry if simple queries were suggestive and served to build the anticipation of Bailey's impregnation. Further enticing her, Fi placed the pink pod upon her tummy, drawing a shiver of excitement from her.<br><br>Fi's gently probing finger and delicate kisses upon her humid snatch easily coaxed from her petulant whimpers. Her eyes rolled back briefly with the intensity of the moment. She squirmed in the firm embrace Sherrie held her snugly in and trying to wrap her mind around what would follow. The teenagers had begun the evening with such eagerness. They were no less eager now, if only sobered some, fully comprehending their actions and significance of the occasion.<br><br>"Oh stars. Oh Fi, " she intoned breathlessly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 15:08:18</strong>
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				Watching Fi play around and have some fun with it all, combined with still feeling the endorphin rush of the aftershocks of the most incredible feeling on earth or above, was enough to get Sherrie’s young motor running yet again.&nbsp; Feeling distinctly squirmy, she continued to nibble gently at the soft curve of Bailey’s ear, grinning down over a bare shoulder at the lovely girl between her prisoner’s spread thighs.<br><br>Trying her best to keep Bailey from being able to actually use her own hands to help out, Sherrie was forced to let one arm suffice to hold her lover’s squirming shape in place.&nbsp; Her other, she just had to reach around, sliding out from behind the lovely shape of Bailey, caressing its way across the smooth flat expanse of her tummy, and upwards to begin teasing the soft undercurves of her breasts.<br><br>Soft little brushing motions with her fingertips, just teasing at the pert and perfect shape of Bailey’s chest, while she stared downwards, almost sighting with her erect little nipples, as she watched Fiona tease and play.&nbsp; Sherrie’s warm breath washed over Bailey’s ear with each panting gasping breath, and each time Fiona teased further, the young recently-podded teen would gasp or shiver, letting Bailey feel her reactions right through their naked skin.<br><br>Even the memory of those long moments of eternal bliss were a powerful aphrodisiac in and of themselves.&nbsp; Maybe that’s how they made slyvy… bottled essence of pistal orgasms.&nbsp; What a wonderful thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWriter</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 14:21:39</strong>
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				"Stars?" Fi echoed, drinking in every errant twitch and sigh of her bound lover, letting an almost predatory instinct take over, "Oh, don't worry.&nbsp; You'll see plenty of those."&nbsp; Fi lowered her mouth to Bailey's waiting quim, closing around her blooming bud in an open kiss, swirling her tongue under and around, hands keeping B's legs firmly in place either side of her.&nbsp; Fi wanted to drive her high and fast, just shy of the point of no return before moving on to the pod.<br><br>Sherrie's own ecstatic breaths didn't go unnoticed, either.&nbsp; A delicious idea struck Fi, and while both girls' attentions were on her mouth, Fi's hands slowly withdrew from Bailey's legs, weaving under and around them, brushing up her flanks before exploring her lower back.&nbsp; Reaching higher and higher, her fingers found purchase on her prize; moist skin.&nbsp; If Fi was invited to play with both her lovers, she had better be sure to play with both her lovers, she determined, and with a hum of success over Bailey's bud she deepened her devilish kiss, as one of her outstretched hands turned at the wrist and bent down, laying two fingers across Sherrie's own core.&nbsp; With that Fi took to both tasks with gusto; her mouth exploring all corners of Bailey's juncture and her hand placidly stroking Sherrie underneath, all signs of reluctance now truly blown away.<br><br>She came up for air, and locked eyes with the young woman above her.&nbsp; "So do you want it?" she asked simply, nodding to the pod still lying across her belly before resuming her delightful work, humming an interrogative "Hmm?" through Bailey.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vicenary - Short Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 05:04:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If there was a more delightful vision than the pretty face of Fi, languishing in the wet mess of her pussy, she couldn't imagine it. Her hips rose up, nudging forward instinctively and craving the sensation of Fi's face flush to her unfurled and swollen slit. She gasped out loud each time the girl's tongue dipped in to partake of the pink goodness. Her own tongue came out, twirling across her lips as if to mimic Fi's. Her eyes closed, and then snapped open again, not wishing to miss a moment, her brow knitting against the frisson Fi elicited, quaking and squirming in Sherrie's loving bondage of limbs. <br><br>Entwined as the three lovers were, Bailey felt like a slice of sizzling hot teenage meat between the other two equally decalescent girls. Naughty Fi snaked her hand up behind Bailey's back, finding the agility to both diddle her fingers in Sherrie's wetness, while torturing Bailey with her humming mouth clamped over the whole of her core. Truly the libidinous scene was such to make but only the most amorous of Vicenary lover blush.<br><br>The pink pod resting on her stomach lie in wait. It felt like a morsel of hot sex on her skin, an orgasm personified and neatly packaged into a succinct egg that promised both untold bliss and joyful motherhood. <br><br>Nearly breathless, Bailey nodded eagerly at Fi's question. The resumption her ministrations and the humming against her sloppy quim quite nearly set the girl over the edge, and she found the breath to put voice to her desire.<br><br>"Oh Fi, oh please put it in me, oh stars!" <br><br>Fi, the uncanny lover that she was had deftly kept Bailey teetering on the precipice of pleasure. Her time would come too, and neither of them would show the girl as less mercy than she herself afforded. When it came to competitive pussy licking between girls, were there any losers? 
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