In 2012 my dear and sexy male friend of many years co-wrote a story with me, called Katie & Steve. When I put the goal on my 101 list to co-write at least two more stories, he was the first I turned to and he was totally up for another, sexy story. I started the story; he ended it. We could not plan ahead, as you did not know what the other would write. The story has been sent to and fro numerous times as we added new pieces to it, but we continuously made sure that it made ONE story.
This friend of mine has featured in quite a couple of true stories on my blog and will do so more in future.
*** The picture was borrowed from vultureofcritique.wordpress.com
Continued from… The instructor (12)
Zoe was aghast that Hannah could even ask such a question. Zoe was entirely straight, she had only ever been sexual with men, and that was the way she liked it. And yet, she found it almost impossible to resist when Hannah reached forward and gently took her wrist and guided Zoe’s hand towards the golden slash of her wet pussy. Zoe felt her hand meeting the warm wet mound of Hannah’s pussy, it was undeniably hot to the touch, and almost without thinking about it or even trying as her fingers felt the wet swollen lips beneath them she felt her middle finger pop between the wet lips and slide along the slick wet crevice of Hannah’s cunt.
Hannah moaned even louder as Zoe’s fingers invaded her and she took a half step towards Zoe. The bodies were almost touching now and Hannah leaned a little closer so that their nipples scraped together for the briefest of moments. Zoe was suddenly aware of her entire body. She could feel the warm water on her back running down the crevice of her ass, she felt her skin tingle and her nipples light up as if on fire as they scraped against Hannah’s breasts. Hannah slid one arm around Zoe’s waist and pulled her even closer and then she tipped her head slightly and softly but firmly kissed Zoe on the mouth.
In her head Zoe was screaming ‘no,no,no’ and yet her body continued to yield to the advances Hannah was making. Zoe felt her fingers exploring deeper into Hannah’s pussy and her mouth was exploring Hannah’s as if it were a new found wonderland. Hannah in turn cupped Zoe’s breast in one hand and slipped her fingers between Zoe’s legs and with practiced ease she was stimulating Zoe’s already pulsating clit. They stood close together, kissing with increasing passion and fingering each other’s cunts with firm deep movements. The two women began to shudder and quiver as the pleasure raced through their bodies. Zoe could not believe she was doing this, but the urgent need of her body drove all thoughts of stopping from her mind, she felt herself simply surrendering to the onrushing orgasm as it approached, and when it hit she moaned so loud that the sound reverberated off the tiled walls of the bathroom.
Hannah bucked her hips against Zoe’s hand with practiced expertise and soon she too was cumming with a delicious abandon. Her body shook as the waves of pleasure washed through her and she kissed Zoe even deeper. Then she slid her arms around Zoe’s waist, leaned back and looked into Zoe’s eyes. She smiled.
“I was worried that this military gig was going to be dull, but now I see it might be worthwhile after all.”
Zoe moaned in her sleep. She was having a nightmare. She was the only recruit on the parade ground. Sergeant Hanson was standing several meters from her and screaming at the top of his lungs.
“Come on recruit, wake up! I want you to move! Move those damn legs, woman!”
She moaned louder. Her legs were heavy and she could get up. Why won’t the Sergeant just leave her there so she could die. She was so tired. Again she heard his voice, but this time it sounded a lot closer and words were uttered in a staccato tempo.
“Get. Up. Recruit. You will regret it if you don’t! Get. UP!”
Zoe’s eyes fluttered and she slowly opened them. Then she jerked away from the face that was only millimeters away from her own. Now Zoe was wide awake. The voice she had heard all along was not in her dreams, but it was the voice of Sergeant Hanson trying to waker her. Disappointment filled Zoe when she saw all the other woman clothed and standing at attention at the foot ends of their beds. Why did no one wake her? Why didn’t Hannah wake her. After their encounter last night she had thought she might have found another women that would at least be kind to her. Maybe she should just…
“How long are you going to stay in bed, princess,” Sergeant Hanson’s voice interrupted her thoughts, “I told you to get up. Now!”
Zoe scrambled out of bed and pulled the blanket with her. She was only wearing panties and a short T-shirt. Her pyjama pants were nowhere to be seen. Hanson grabbed the blanket and threw it aside. Blushing and intensely ashamed of herself, Zoe kept her eyes riveted to the ground. She did not see the lust in Hanson’s eyes as he looked at her.
“Out of here, all of you. The corporal is waiting at the parade ground. Princess and her friend stay here,” Hanson bellowed.
To be continued… The instructor (14)
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