Lara Takes the Retards to Sea World
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Lara hardly notices when he takes the stool beside her at the hotel bar. But when she hears him speak, gives the barman his order, his voice compels her to turn and stare.
He is older than she had anticipated; older than his voice would have her believe. And he is certainly much older looking than the picture of Kurt Avar she has carried in her mind since a young girl. But viewing him in profile still leaves her room for doubt, eyes unconvinced. She needs to see him face to face.
And then, as if on a director's cue, he turns and gifts Lara his million-dollar smile. Yeah, it's Kurt Avar alright, though looking his age — which must be at least sixty, she guesses. Something inside Lara deflates; actors such as Kurt Avar are meant to stay young forever.
She wants to return his smile but her mouth is having none of it, frozen by some ghastly palsy. She quickly turns away and feigns interest in the screen above the bar, the latest farrago of Brexit lies.
"Same again, Karl," she hears Kurt Avar saying.
The barman uncaps two bottles of Bud and places them on the bar. But Kurt does not immediately take them, instead turns again to Lara and says, "Excuse me, Miss." He pauses until Lara turns to face him, and only when he is sure of her attention does he continue. "But I could not help but notice how stunningly pretty you are."
She had expected better and momentarily cringes. But what-the-fuck! Tonight she'll take any compliment, no matter how cheesy.
See how he scrutinises you, how his eyes lavish you with interest.
"You certainly know how to get a girl's attention," she says while holding his gaze.
"Be careful, my dear. A beautiful barfly such as yourself — some dark, handsome stranger might scoop you up and carry you away in a jar."
"Fat chance of that happening."
"I've not seen you in here before?"
"I don't usually drink after work."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, really." She sees his scepticism. "But tonight, I needed to unwind a little before going home."
"I know all about unwinding — had forty years of unwinding in bars."
"I bet you've never had a day like mine."
"So tell me then. How was your day?"
She forces a smile. "Thank you for asking, but you really don't need to know."
"I'll be the judge of that."
"Okay, if you insist. I've just spent twenty minutes on the phone with that insane bitch from head office otherwise known as Mrs Wendy Grangeover. Seems my days with EasySolutions International Limited are well and truly numbered." She holds up her tumbler of scotch and ice, "So, tonight, I'm treating myself." She puts the rim of the glass to her lips, lifts the bottom and drains it.
He turns and calls to the barman. "Another for the lady, please, Karl."
She picks up the glass Karl has set down on the bar but does not drink, instead swirls the amber liquid around the glass and listens to the ice rattle.
Kurt watches her with bemused eyes, then asks, "What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Lara. Lara Beechwood. And thanks for the drink, but I really shouldn't, Mister Avar. It is Kurt Avar, isn't it?"
"For my sins, yes it is, dear girl." He offers his hand and she takes it. A shiver of pleasure runs through her veins as he holds it gently while asking, "And how old are you, Lara Beechwood? I would have said far too young to recognise a relic such as I."
"Dad's favourite film was that Roman epic thingy you did. I had to sit through it so many times as a kid. But you narrated that Dylan Thomas poem. We did it for GCSE English Lit, and I loved that — your voice, especially."
"Ah, Under Milkwood. Some say my finest moment, the definitive rendition, though I doubt dear Richard would agree if he were still with us."
A faraway look comes into Lara's eyes as she begins,". . . it is the grass growing on Llaregyb Hill, dewfall, starfall, the sleep of birds in Milk Wood."
He is astonished, compelled to respond in his best Shakespearian tenor: "Listen. It is night in the chill, squat chapel, hymning in bonnet and brooch and bombazine black . . ."
There is a moment of silence before Kurt surfaces from some private place. "Still on the syllabus then?" he asks as he lets her hand slip from his dry, warm palm.
"How should I know? It's six years since I left school. I'm twenty-two." She holds up her ring finger for him to inspect. "And an unhappily married woman, to boot." God! Did I say that out loud! "I have two babies: Carly and Joey. Now, how-the-fuck do you suppose that happened to Lara Beechwood, Mister Avar?" She takes a sip from her fresh drink.
"You make it sound as life is done with you, but you're young and so pretty. You could have the world at your feet."
"That's not how it feels to be me."
"To be sitting beside a gorgeous twenty-somethings like yourself is such a dark pleasure for a man of my years. It is if I am engaged in the most sordid of crimes. Oh, to be twenty again."
"And there's me thinking you were already dead," Lara says, her snark quite pointed.
"And the sad thing is, dear girl: too many women wish that I were."
Her hand in her bag, she extracts a phone and holds it up. "Would you mind?"
Before he can answer, she slides off her stool and stands beside him. His arm goes snaking around her waist when she leans her head against his shoulder. After the virtual shutter clicks, she studies the image. Unhappy, she extends an arm and clicks again. Better.
"Thanks," she says, inching herself free of his arm's constraint. He is reluctant to let her slip away, and so she twists to face him, breasts now pressing against his lower ribs. Their eyes lock as Lara asks coyly, "Would you mind, Mister Avar, but I'd like to take my body back to my stool now." But he does not release her, studies her, commands her gaze to linger.
"Please, Mister Avar . . ." she mock-begs, her voice flirtatious, her eyes unwavering.
He laughs and withdraws his arm, his palm caressing her butt-cheek as it slides down and away. Beers in hand. His parting shot, "Maybe we'll catch you later, Lara Beechwood?"
"We?" she asks, her voice betraying her sudden panic from realising he is leaving her alone.
"I'm with a dear friend."
"A friend?"
"Behind you." He watches her turn, eyes scanning faces. Her bewilderment amuses him. "There." He leads with his eyes. "Do you see the stunning redhead?" He waits for her understanding. "Her name is Jenny,"
Alone at a table, Jenny pays them no heed. She sits with her phone in hand, thumb coming and going over the screen. And then it is as if their combined attention has settled on her and shaken her. She looks up suddenly and appears startled like someone rudely roused from sleep. Seeing how they watcher her, she becomes momentarily uncertain. Kurt gives her a conspiring wink and she immediately understands. She smiles, becomes poised, radiant.
To Lara, Jenny is the epitome of womanly beauty, a feminine ideal that embodies everything she had hoped one day she might become. With a platinum Bulgari snake necklace about her neck, her designer clothes, hair salon crafted, and her makeup just right, Lara thinks Jenny could be on her way to the Golden Globes to accept her award. At least, that is the movie that plays out in her mind when first she sets eyes on Jenny Backbarrow. And for a fleeting moment, the sight of this extraordinarily attractive woman causes all the wretchedness Lara harbours about her own life to well up. There is real despair now in knowing fate has withheld from her the kind of life this Jenny person must surely be living.
And now Jenny's eyes have found her, pierced her to the very core, and then all Lara's envy and self-pity are swept away in an unanticipated instant of erotic gnosis. At that moment, those intensely knowing eyes become a binding that holds Lara fast, sending her mind soaring beyond chronology and locality. It is a eureka moment for Lara, one in which the sparks of erotic anticipation crackle and snap from synapse to synapse, surge electric-blue throughout her body.
Still reeling from such an intensely erotic visual exchange, Lara turns to Kurt, an iron rod of self-control moderating the tone of her voice as she says, "Jenny is lovely. You must be a very happy man to have her as a friend, Mister Avar."
"Oh, my dear girl, a man such as I can never have too much loveliness, too much happiness — don't you agree, Lara Beechwood?" He studies her intently as he continues, "But you must understand, my dear, I am a very inclusive individual. I welcome loveliness with open arms. We both do, Jenny and I."
"I'll try to remember that," she says, hardly sure her response is in any way meaningful. She turns away from him and looks up at the screen, takes another sip from her glass. Her thoughts have become a hullabaloo of indecision, a riot of apprehension.
"Make sure you do, dear girl, because you, Lara Beechwood, you are the essence of loveliness." And with that parting shot he takes his drinks and returns to Jenny.
She cannot trust herself, knows what she decides now is critical. To give herself refuge, she feigns interest in the news playing on the screen above the bar, telling herself to drink up and go and not look back. Go home to Alan — but why should you! Perhaps another drink? Wait and see what happens, see how they go about this. It might be fun.
But she does not encourage them by turning and casting glances their way. If they want her, they will have to show how much.
Her fourth scotch. She wonders if they have left the bar, slipped away without her noticing. Fuck! You blew that one. You can't even drive now, will have to phone Alan and get him to pick you up. Hopefully, he will have the kids tucked up in bed, stories read, night lights dimmed. It's only a ten-minute drive. It won't hurt for him to leave them. But he won't come, will he! He'll be furious you're drinking again. He'll tell you to get a taxi. "You have feet . . ." he'd said the last time she'd phoned him from a bar. "Fucking-well walk if you have to".
She gets out her phone but does not have the guts to call him, already knows what he will say, that she has broken the promise she made. Instead, she stares at the image on the screen in the palm of her hand, her memento of Kurt Avar. He's too old, she tells herself. And that Jenny person may be beautiful, but she's not so young. But you are still young, Lara. It's the only reason they want you.
She texts Alan: I need you to come for me.
His reply is instantaneous: No one wants you here drunk. Best go back home to mummy and daddy.
She texts again: I'm not drunk.
His reply: It's gone nine. You must be. Go to your mum's and sleep it off. I'll call you tomorrow. We can talk then. Get things sorted.
As she reads, the weight of a hand on her shoulder startles her. His voice compels her to turn:
"Lara! We're leaving now. And were wondering, Jenny and I —"
"— What were you wondering, Mister Avar?" she asks, even though she knows only too well what they were wondering.
"Whether you need a lift, that perhaps we could run you somewhere?"
"I have my car," she says flatly.
"You're in no state to drive."
"My husband — I mean, my father will come for me. I was about to phone him. He lives in Newtown. A five-minute drive.
"Not your husband?"
"Tonight, Mister Avar, my husband can rot in hell!"
"You say your father lives in Newton? We pass that way, don't we Jen? So it's no trouble at all."
"No trouble at all," Jenny confirms.
"But where are my manners," Kurt says. "Lara, this is Jenny Backbarrow, rising star of stage and screen. Jenny, say hello to Lara Beechwood, the world's most lovely barfly."
"Hi, Lara," Jenny says. "And pay no attention to this daft sod. Comedy was never his strongest point."
"But Jenny, my dear, you forget my role as Cockus Colossus in Carry On Caesar! It left the critics speechless."
"He means, no one even mentioned his performance in any of the reviews."
"See how cruel she is to me, Lara?" Kurt says.
Lara looks at Jenny, and in the pause that now wells up between the three of them, she sees how the woman studies her. Those eyes! Full of wild expectancy. And it thrills her to know these two strangers desire her — this woman, especially. It is intoxicating to know fate has washed her up on their shore, a world she can never even hope to know.
But you can use this, Lara.
Sliding off her stool bluffing gracefulness, she stumbles when her feet make clumsy contact with the ground.
"Oh, sweetheart," Jenny says, rescuing Lara with quickly outstretched arms. It is like aikido, the deftest of katas, a subtle disarming that in an instant captures Lara and sweeps her into the safe harbour of Jenny's left arm. The two women stand side by side like twins fused at the hip since conception, Jenny's hand emerging just below Lara's armpit, her fingertips pressing against the side of her breast, four claws of a sleepy kitten gently kneading.
"We'll take good care of you, Lara," Jenny says, her voice motherly and hushed for her sickening child.
"I haven't eaten," Lara says. "I only intended to have one drink, that's all. I'll be okay in a minute." She rests her cheek against Jenny's shoulder.
"You should be all tucked up in bed," Kurt says.
"If only I were," Lara says sleepily. "But my bed is such a cold and lonely place now."
"What about hubby?" Jenny asks.
"He can go fuck himself!"
Lara does not see the glance the couple exchange — though she senses their blossoming certainty of her acquiescence.
"Kurt's bed is the warmest this side of anywhere," Jenny says.
"Are you kind and gentle people?" Lara asks.
"The kindest," Kurt says.
"The gentlest," Jenny adds.
It is a pincer movement. A double outflanking. Kurt to her left and Jenny her right. As they hurry her through the door and out into the night, Lara asks herself if she would still be doing this if he weren't Kurt Avar. The way she feels tonight, she just-fucking-well-might. She has become that girl: the one couples imagine magically arriving at the foot of their bed.
To an onlooker, by how they handle her, the pace they set as they hurry Lara across the hotel carpark, this could be an abduction. And to Lara, that is how it feels, and she wonders if there will be handcuffs and rope back at their home. It is good they support her by the arms because suddenly she succumbs to a paralysing panic. It is as if her legs have abandoned her, turned and fled. She is left suspended between the ushering couple, carried along by their urgency, their desire to get her back to their home and into their bed.
Oh-God! If I die tonight, no one will know. When the police come asking, Karl will tell them Kurt Avar and the beautiful redhead bundled the missing girl away. But surely that means they wouldn't risk it — even if they wanted to — would they? They'd be caught. But what if Karl is part of it, is joining them later. No! That will not happen. The man who holds you is Kurt Avar — his beautiful Jenny.
When they reach the car, his fabulous Bentley, it's like an arrest. They handle her just the way she has seen it done on the telly, his hand on her head urging her to duck. As they ease her through the rear passenger door, the hem of her skirt rides up, the back of her nyloned thighs sent skidding across the fragrant soft leather. But she is beyond the pretence of modesty now. There will be no tugging at the hem of her skirt for decorum's sake.
Once settled, she rests her cheek on Jenny's shoulder and closes her eyes. The vehicle becomes a magic carpet spiriting her away from the appalling disaster of her life. When she looks again, there are no streetlights beyond the glass. All she sees is the ghost of her reflection — hardly a reflection at all. A shade on its way to the underworld. Beyond the glass, the passing countryside is inky black under an unseen, starless sky.
Jenny is talking, saying something about Kurt's new series. It will be his big comeback. A Netflix costume drama. A spectacular, she says. Shooting begins next spring. The director owes Kurt a favour. There might be a part for her too — a proper part, not just walk-on.
"My agency is always on the lookout for extras," Jenny tells Lara. "That's how I met Kurt. It was a crowd scene, and he picked me out. I'll give you their number later."
Lara closes her eyes again, thinks Jenny's voice quite bewitching. But she knows this talk of an opening into the world of movies is pure bullshit. Dear God, she knows bullshit when she hears it. All she can think of now is how Jenny's tongue will feel between her spread-eagled legs. She has never forgotten the sweet gentleness of another girl's tongue, her one night with Becca all those years ago.
But look how that turned out. This time there will be no aftermath, no regrets, no recriminations. Sod what people think. Sod everyone: poxy bosses; poxy husband; poxy life; poxy — no, not them. They're good kids. They don't deserve a mother like you, Lara. Shit! Is it so wrong to want to escape now and then, say fuck to everything?
There is excitement in the couple's voices, the words they exchange underwritten by blatant carnal expectancy, the spice of indecency seasoning every sentence. Their intentions towards her are delivered on a platter of innuendo and hinted promises. Lara has become the centre of their world, a magical being, the succubus they have conjured into their lives.
Kurt watches Lara through the rearview, then turning his head from the road ahead and addressing Jenny. "She hasn't passed out, has she, Jen?" he asks.
Jenny brushes the hair from Lara's eyes and studies her face. "Are you still with us, Lara?" She looks up at Kurt. "I think she's had too much to drink."
"Fuck it! That's all we need."
"Lara, babe. Can you hear me?" Jenny asks, her lips closer now, her breath warm on Lara's cheek.
Lara feels the woman's hand squeezing her knee. Just kiss me. No kiss arrives. "Just a little sleepy," Lara finally says.
"We don't want to take advantage, sweetheart."
"But I want you to. Why haven't you taken advantage yet?" Her words are as slurred as her thoughts are inchoate.
"We want to get you home, Lara, make things special for you," Jenny tells her.
Although she can hear every word they say, Lara no longer responds, is happy to know they cherish her presence, is the sole object of their desire.
"She's just sleepy," Jenny tells Kurt. "When we get home, if we fill her with coffee she'll be fine.
"And then — will you go first, or should I?" Kurt says.
"I have my new toy," Jenny says, her voice full of anticipation and delight.
"You must lick her pussy first, my dear."
"You mean before I fuck her with my new toy?"
"Of course, you must! You need to prepare her. Etiquette demands it. After all, she is our guest."
"And then, Mister Avar," she says decidedly, "When I am certain she is well and truly prepared, only then will I fuck her."
"And I shall watch."
"And afterwards, I shall watch you when you fuck her too."
"And how glorious the fucking her will be," he says like a king from Shakespeare.
Each becomes lost in their own thoughts. Then: "Is she wearing stockings or tights?" he asks.
"What would you prefer?" Jenny asks.
"Do you even have to ask?"
"Shall I check for you?"
"I think it only proper that you do."
Jenny's hand moves over Lara's knee again, quickly sliding up her inner thigh. "What a lucky boy Mister Avar is tonight," she says.
"Oh, the darling-sweet-girl."
"Does thinking of me touching her make you hard, Mister Avar?"
"Down there it does. I'm like granite."
"She has a zip at the side of her skirt."
"Where does it lead?"
"Shall I see?"
"Only if you tell me what you find in there."
Lara becomes aware of Jenny's tinkering fingers, her skirt fastenings loosened. Then the zip is down, and a hand's stealthy exploration begins. Lara dare not stir, holds her breath, remains possum-still as Jenny's hand slips inside her skirt, snaking snuggly into the body of her tights, the chill of her fingers and long nails sliding the slope of her abdomen and into her panties, then downwards over her mons.
"She's ever so wet down here, Mister Avar," Jenny says.
"How wet?"
"We might need towels," Jenny says. Then there is disappointment in her voice as the car begins to slow. "Oh, we're here. It's time to wake up, sweetheart." She slides her hand back up over Lara's belly, out the way it came. Once her hand is free, she raises her fingers to her lips and licks them with relish before re-fastening the zipper at the side of Lara's skirt.
The crunch of tyres on gravel brings Lara back from her twilight world, her willing self-abandon. Soon she will have to move and make decisions. But all she wants to do is to relinquish responsibility, for Kurt and Jenny to do the deciding. If only they would carry her to their bed without another word, then she would be docile and biddable, allow them whatever they desire. But she knows she must gather herself, walk and talk, play the game of seduction when all she craves is anonymous ravishment.
She looks out the window and sees the house, its twin porch lights beacons of welcome. The car glides to a halt, the engine killed. There is only the gentle hum of the fan beneath the bonnet. Kurt is quickly out of the car and opening her door, taking her hand as she emerges from the luxury cocoon of the Bentley.
Standing is a chore, so unsteady on her feet. But the chilled air revives her, sobers her. The rude slap of the nighttime reminds her of her situation, how no one knows where she is, and that these people are strangers. She asks Kurt, "You did promise to be nice to me, didn't you?"
"No one could treat you nicer," Jenny tells her as she comes around the car.
The house is spacious and exquisitely furnished, its walls hung with fabulous modern art. But Lara does not take in her surroundings, watches Kurt and Jenny anxiously.
"I could do with another drink," she says.
"I think you've had enough?" Kurt says.
"Just a little something to smooth the edges."
"You go upstairs with Jen, and I'll bring us a little something up."
Once in the bedroom, Jenny says, "You're a brave girl to come home with us — two strangers."
"You mean a stupid girl! Do you and Kurt make a habit of picking up drunken women?"
"Kurt and I have only been together for nine months, so this is kinda new for me too, you know. But you've dodged my question."
"He's Kurt Avar. What girl would pass on the opportunity to rub shoulders with a real-life film star?" She cannot help the snark that colours her words. But as she looks at Jenny, her tone softens, becomes rhetorical. "Besides, tonight I want to to feel something. Anything! Have you been with girls before? I bet you have?"
"None as pretty as you, Lara."
"Cut the crap! You don't have to lie to me to get what you want. I'm here, aren't I?"
"You don't think much of yourself, do you?"
"I know who I am, where I belong."
"With your looks, you could find a place for yourself anywhere, Lara."
"But, Jenny, I'm so much more than just my looks. I write too."
"Really!"
The surprise in Jenny's voice cuts Lara deeply. "You weren't expecting that, were you? Someone like me who writes."
"So tell me, what do you write, Lara."
"Poems. And I've finished a play."
"You will have to let us see your work. If it's any good we could —Kurt knows someone. We'll talk about it in the morning. And have you been with many girls, Lara?"
See, she's not interested in your writing.
"Once. At Uni. A total disaster," Lara says.
"Oh, why's that?"
"Neither of us knew what we were doing. Then she — the other girl, Megan, that is — got all remorseful. And then I got all remorseful. I was stupid, said cruel things."
"What kind of things?"
"I accused her of getting me drunk just to seduce me."
"And do you still think that now?"
"No. It was what I wanted too. I've regretted my nastiness ever since.
"You've drunk quite a lot tonight," Jenny says.
"I'll be telling no tales in the morning if that's what's worrying you."
"A man like Kurt has to be so careful with how things are these days."
"I'm sure he does." She starts towards Jenny, holds her gaze intently while saying, "Don't you want to kiss me? I've wanted you to kiss me from the first moment I saw you."
"Best if we wait for Kurt."
"Why should we?" Lara is close now, breast pushing just under Jenny's heftier chest.
"He doesn't like to miss out."
"And I don't like to be kept waiting."
Lara goes up on tiptoe and kisses Jenny's cheek, then turns away and begins to wander the room.
"Where's this lead?" she asks, partly opening the door she has found.
"The en-suite. Would you like to freshen up?"
"That would be nice?"
"Mind if I join you?"
Lara does not reply, continues to wander. She thinks how it is such a big bedroom, as large as the entire upstairs of her own house.
"And so many closets," Lara says as she gingerly opens another door to find rows and rows of women's clothing hanging there. She leaves the door ajar, reaches in and runs her fingers over the beautiful fabrics, the fine cotton, the silks and velvets. "Yours?"
"Come away, Lara!" Kurt will go ape-shit! They belonged to Karen."
"Karen?"
"His second wife. You must have heard of Karen Feyless?"
"She was married to Kurt? No, I never knew that."
"For two years."
"She killed herself, didn't she?"
"Shhh! He's coming.
Kurt enters the bedroom carrying a tray with champagne in an ice bucket and three flutes. "You two lovelies getting to know each other?"
"We're great friends now, aren't we, Lara."
"Bezzy mates," Lara says.
"Lara and I are going to shower," Jenny says.
"Okay if I watch?" he asks.
"If you like," Lara says. "But would you mind if I have a taste of that bubbly first?"
"Only if you let me undress you — for your shower?" Kurt says.
Lara studies the couple while she sips her drink. Her mind is bobbing on a rising tide of sexual expectancy, thoughts racing ahead, imagining how after her shower they will use her, and that it will be one long night of continuous fucking. She harbours no illusions, has not fallen for their sweet talk, promises of bit-parts and script-reading. She understands they want her body and nothing more. And that is okay with her; every inch is theirs to take. In return, she will extract from their lust all the pleasure her body can bear.
In the bathroom, Lara bunches her hair high on her head with a bobble from her bag and then watches Jenny do the same. She is not at all distracted by Kurt as he undresses her, unhooks her bra and lets it fall. He cups her girlish breasts and squeezes, gently assessing, purring with delight while he nests them in his palms as he kisses her exposed neck, licks and snaps with barely controlled exuberance. His hands go sliding down her flanks, gathering her pantyhose elastic with hooked thumbs to draw the stretching material down over her thighs, her knees, calves and ankles. Finally, she lifts each foot in turn to let the elongated fabric pass.
And while Kurt undresses her, Lara continues to watch Jenny, alone in the corner shedding her clothes. How sleek and toned the older woman's body is. Her breasts are vigorous, taut, her flesh smooth and tanned. Lara can hardly contain herself, imagines how it will be when she takes the older woman in her arms, touches her breasts and hips, kisses her full, ruby-greased lips.
Kurt steps aside and allows Lara to step into the shower alone. She fumbles with the controls and sends a jet of icy water down onto her head that makes her squeal. Jenny hurries into the large cubical to take control of the thermostat gauge.
Billowing steam soon envelopes the pair, and Jenny's soap-sudded palms begin to explore Lara's body, every dip and curve. Lara turns this way and that, amenable to the nuances of Jenny's gentle coaxing, lifting her arms to allow her soapy palms to massage deeply with rich suds. Then more gel and lathering, soapy hands travelling down and parting Lara's legs, fingers sliding between the firm but pliant cheeks of her bum. Lara thinks nothing has ever felt quite so delicious. Then the tingle of power-spray as Jenny takes aim and rinses Lara's flesh free of foam and froth.
"Do me now," Jenny says and hands Lara the tube of shower gel.
Lara turns away from the hissing jet of water and squeezes the rich and fragrant gel into her palm. When she is ready, she turns and faces Jenny, who turns away and says, "My back first."
Lara reaches out with both soapy palms and begins at Jenny's shoulders. Her hands work insistently, spreading the lather down the expanse of her back until she arrives at her bum. To touch a naked woman so intimately sends tingles racing up along her arms, spreading out throughout her body, electrifying her nipples and pussy. She slides her hand sideways between Jenny's buttocks, massages purposefully, savouring the give and take of the flesh beneath her fingers and palms. For just one moment, she lets two fingers press Jenney's pucker-sealed anus, and it gratifies her to hear her moan with pleasure. And then reaching under so that her hand cups Jenny's pussy, she rubs and rubs, all the time wondering if it would be wrong to bring Jenny to orgasm so soon.
Jenny turns around and hands Lara the nozzle before twisting up the power, Jets of hot water sting her flesh, and she swears in mock annoyance, turns her back, tries to escape the water's hissing bite. And all the time, Lara laughs like she's not laughed since — since she doesn't know when.
Steam-fogs the glass door. For the next few minutes, they are free of Kurt's voyeuristic scrutiny. Water from their play-splashing runs down the glass as Jenny wrestles the nozzle from Lara's grip one last time. They laugh and fall into each other's arms, pulling each other close. Lara sends her hand skating over Jenny's back, down to the small of her back to map the heft and curve of her hips. And as she does so, every last knot of her uncertainty untangles.
When they emerge from the shower, their flesh is a rosy pink, and Kurt hands each woman a soft, dense sheet towel.
When dry, their towels wrapped about their torsos, Kurt says. "Perhaps, Jen, this might be the right time to show Lara your collection of toys. Let her choose something?"
"Has a girl ever fucked you with a strap-on, Lara," Kurt asks when they are all back in the bedroom.
Lara does not answer, watches with eyes like saucers as Jenny unpacks her toys and lays then out on the bed.
"Jenny's been a strict lesbian for the last ten year, but I'm pleased to say after meeting me she has seen the error of her ways — though she does get the old itch back now and then, don't you, Jen?"
"Certainly flaring up tonight," Jenny says, holding up a particularly enormous black dildo. "Anything you fancy trying, Lara?" she asks.
"I don't know about any of this . . . I thought you could both just be nice to me, hold me, you know?"
"Oh, you poor darling-girl, Kurt says. "Jen! Perhaps we are being a little previous. Why don't you start by sharing a kiss with this lovely young girl."
"That's fine by me," Jenny says as she comes to Lara and takes her in her arms."
Kissing a beautiful woman again is what Lara has fantasised about so many times since her night with Becca. But as Jenny walks towards her and then takes her in her arms, she finds she is trembling.
This won't be two girls mucking about — like just — in the shower. This is going to be intense.
At first, Jenny's kisses come as questions, pecks that demand Lara answer: Is this what you want, Lara? They seem to ask. Her tongue slides across Lara's pursed lips, bottom and top. Or perhaps this? Now her tongue is probing with twists and curls that become profoundly sensual. But Lara remains paralysed, her breath and heart racing.
Jenny's kisses become an interrogation. Little by little, Lara's lips and tongue respond, confessing her need. And when the kissing subsides, Lara finds she is a captive, held fast in Jenny's arms. She rests her cheek against the cleavage of Jenny's large breasts and breathes in deeply, inhales her soapy warmth. She relishes the comfort of such silken flesh against her cheek. Even though she knows she is merely an object of this woman's lust, it is easy to make herself believe she is loved.
How long is it since someone has made you feel this way?
"Ah, my beautiful girls. My beautiful, beautiful girls." Kurt's voices is a hook tugging at Lara, pulling her from the bottom of the ocean of self-forgetting into which she is sinking.
He is behind her now, his hard cock pressing into the small of her back. When did he get naked?
He is the oldest man to have ever touched her body sexually. Each of his hands cups a breast — squeezed into place with ninja ease between herself and Jenny. Next, he will want to kiss her. Will she be able to? He is so old. But he is a film star, is Kurt Avar. When it happens, she will close her eyes, imagine the younger Kurt she remembers from that old movie she watched with her father all those years ago.
She raises her head from Jenny's breast, looks up into her astonishing eyes and begs more kisses to forestall his old man lips, his renovated teeth and snakey tongue.
Bounded by Jenny to her front, Kurt behind her, Lara senses how they take cues from each other, every synchronised kiss or touch as if long choreographed. The famine is now over, long starved their mouths rejoice on her flesh, a banquet newly laid out. They cannot get their fill of her, teeth and lips trawling every square inch of her skin.
Jenny is tasting each nipple, one and then the other, teasing by nipping, a play-worrying which she celebrates with guttural growls. A bitch pup is tugging at a toy. Her lips move ever downwards, teeth snapping as they travel over Lara's belly, her mons, and then way down below the thicket of pubes. She kneels and adjusts Lara's legs, even as she stands, parting them in order to view the stark rawness that awaits her tongue's attention.
Lara is in awe of the unspoken bond that flows between Jenny and Kurt. The couple are connected at the deepest of all levels, working in tandem, each simultaneously responding to the subtlest of Lara's bodily cues? Kurt supports Lara, takes her weight as she leans back into him so that more of her pussy becomes exposed to Jenny's frantic tongue. And then Lara is up strait again, and Kurt sinks to his knees behind her with his face buried between her butt cheeks, held apart by prising fingers.
Lara's palms gripping Jenny's shoulders, the talons of her nails digging into her flesh. This clawing is all that connects Lara to a fast diminishing reality. She presses down hard, digs deep into flesh as her orgasm washes over her. And then there are no more thoughts for Lara left to think. When the ecstasy has passed, only then do they relinquish her, let her sink to her knees. They kneel together as if in prayer.
Kurt coaxes her to her feet and takes her in his arms. In spite of his age, his body is firm in all the right places — remarkably so. His embrace is protective, reassuring, and there is a musky, male redolence to him. It is as if his pores secrete some subtle scent, an attar not applied, something intrinsic to the man himself. It is like nothing she has ever known, and she wonders at the expense of it. He puts his fingers to her chin, compels her to attend to his eyes as he says, "As soon as I saw you, Lara Beechwood, the way you were at the bar . . . I sensed your need, had to have you."
"Am I what you imagined?"
"You only have to feel how hard I am for you."
He takes her wrists, pilots her hand to his cock pincered between their bodies. To Lara, it feels no different than any young man's cock.
When he goes to kiss her, and she instinctively turns away — and then quickly catches herself, regrets her unkindness and accepts his lips, his emphatic tongue. She welcomes it much as she might a dentist's drill, eager to get it over and done with. But when she closes her eyes, allows his skill to infect her with its rampant certainty, he becomes the young Octavian, his iconic starring role. And it moves her deeply to know Kurt Avar is kissing her. His body may be older than she wishes, but his renown, his wealth and unassailable talent are compensation enough. To her, at that moment, he is Augustus Caesar, the role that won him his one and only Oscar all those years ago.
Amidst their kiss, he catches her off-guard, lifts and carries her to the bed. She squeals, amazed by his strength.
Jenny has her toys spread out on the quilt and is fumbling with her strap-on of choice. "Shift your things," he tells her, and she takes the dildo she has chosen and places it on the bedside table before gathering up those remaining and taking them to a cupboard. Kurt stands and watches her while holding Lara like a babe in arms.
"I want you to suck my cock before I fuck you," he whispers, his voice hardly containing his excitement, before easing her down onto the bed. When he has done so, he comes and stands by her head, says, "Tell me how badly you want my cock."
She feels ridiculous saying it but says it anyway. "I want you to fuck me hard —harder than I've ever been fucked before."
"Tell me again. How badly do you want it?"
When she reaches for his cock and takes hold of it, she laces her words with an irony her body does not share. "I want it so badly, Mister Avar — so, so badly." Her fingers encircle it, and she draws it to her lips and opens wide, takes the greater part of inside her mouth. What a welcome her tongue puts on now the prodigal son is home.
Kurt allows her please him for only a minute before saying, "Just a taster. But we'll return to this chapter a little later." He reclaims his cock, eases it from between her lips. "This way," he says, manoeuvring her so that she lies flat and sideways across the breadth of the bed. He arranges her limbs, and she becomes a manikin — of sorts; a cliched prop at some final-year art student's installation. Her legs spread, knees arched, to be organised, manipulated in such a way and pillaged of all responsibilities is what Lara needs right now.
I will be his fuck-doll: pull my string and hear me moan.
He has displayed her cunt to the world, stares and stares at it as no man has ever stared before. Then him reaching out, his fore and index fingers probing, sinking into her to the knuckles, pumping and gathering her secret secretions, carting and slathering what he has harvested over his cock. And when he comes for her, closes in with rampant cock in hand about to fuck her, she does not have to guide him. He is an old hand, knows about women, his cock a rod of certainty. No adolescent fumbling here.
He fucks her with slow, considered thrusts, has settled in for the long haul. Being old has its compensations. Steady as she goes. As he paces himself, his right-hand cradles the rear of her skull. Soon his palm slips down so that his forefinger and thumb become a vice about the back of her neck. He eases up her head, her shoulders following so her torso is at fort-five degrees. It is awkward, and she has to support herself with her upper arms, elbows as deep piles set into the mattress. Her fingers clutch the under-sheet as his thrust become meaner, harder, vindictive.
Jenny approaches the bed with strap-on in hand. She cannot master the fastening, needs help. She watches the pair momentarily and then places the strap-on the bedside table before she eases herself onto the bed beside Lara, commences to kiss her as Kurt continues to fuck her. It is not an occult kiss; her tongue does not explore the depths of Lara's mouth, goes flickering over her lips, circumscribing them, teasing Lara's tongue to come out and play.
The combined effect on Lara of their mutual attention is beyond description. Jenny's tongue is as insistent as Kurt's cock, is saliva rich, rendering the inside of her mouth an oasis of rich spital. She has to swallow and swallow.
Lara has never cum from just being fucked, has always needed to be licked or fingered to completion. But Kurt has a technique she has never before encountered. It is in the way he angles his thrusts, how he calibrates his rhythm, sets his pace. How insistently his lower abdomen performs, the wiry rasp of his pubes sanding her mons. But it is not his incessantly regular thrusting alone that sequentially leads her to stand on the precipice of bliss. It is more because she is an island at the centre of the confluence of two rivers, the merging torrents of their desire. It is this knowing how deeply they lust for her that takes her to completion. His cock is unappeasable. And Jenny's tongue has gone rogue, licks her face and neck in a gluttonous relishing, before returning to her lips. It is understanding of how much the desire her that brings Lara to such a thunderous completion.
And then Jenny has left her, and Kurt is withdrawing his cock. He has not cum, has other plans for the finale. Lara lies motionless, sideways across the bed. She hears Jenny asking Kurt to help with her fastenings. When he has sorted Jenny and her contraption, he returns to Lara and stands by her head and slips his cock between her lips. He does not allow her control, shapes her lips with one hand as he lifts her head with the other and uses her mouth as he would her cunt. The fingers that shape her lips tense and slacken to give him pleasure as his cock slowly and sensually comes and goes between her lips.
The first Lara knows of Jenny's return is when the woman's hands are pressing each side of her hips and taking her buttocks in hand, manoeuvring them so that they are at the bed's edge. When she has Lara just how she wants her, buttocks partly overhanging the edge of the bed, she guides the bulbous mock-gland of her strap-on to the reddened gash of Lara's cunt.
Jenny has brought lube but now sees Lara is sodden down there, and so casts it aside. She massages Lara's gash with her strap-on, up and down like a buttering knife, generously smearing Lara's secretions this way and that, from mons to arse crack.
Even during these exquisite preparations, Lara does not break off from sucking Kurt's cock. From the corner of her eyes, she watches how Jenny uses her jutting dildo like an artist's brush. Such wild, exuberant strokes.
Without relinquishing Kurt's cocks, Lara reaches out and takes Jenny's dildo in her palm, draws it swiftly to the maw of her pussy, positioning it just so. And then Jenny pushes, and the heft of her thrust carries it ploughing into the acquiescing emollience of Lara's cum-mired pussy.
Even though Lara's mouth is still full to bursting with Kurt's cock, she groans aloud when the stupefying reality of the dildo's dimensions begins tunnelling deep inside her. She turns her head, is compelled to look up at Jenny by this rude intrusion. And as she does so, Kurt's cock slips from between her lips.
Lara reaches up with both arms to Jenny's head and parts the cascading fiery torrents that curtain her features. Now she urges with compelling eyes for Jenny to acknowledge her as a person. She encloses the woman's freckled cheeks in both palms, begs for love with bright and giddy eyes.
Jenny has both her palms under Lara's buttocks, gently lifting her and drawing her further on to an axel that skewers her. Never once does Lara averting her gaze. And then it begins, the almost masculine thrusts that are so incongruous with the soft feminine aura of beauty that Jenny radiates. The urgency of her thrusts takes Lara's breath away. Her body and mind are rendered obsolete by the powerhouse of urgency that drives the dildo back and forth.
Lara uses words and caressing hands, pleading to be fucked harder. With legs drawn back, thighs as scissors to hold Jenny, fast, heels as spurs in the small of her back, she encourages Jenny to send the contraption deeper,
"Do you want more?" Jenny demands to know.
Lara's answer is to buck her hips, timing her thrust to mesh with Jenny's
"Harder! Deeper!" Lara demands.
"This hard?" Jenny asks, propelling the dildo forward with all the energy she can muster, driving it back and forth, a little deeper each time, until her mons rasps against Lara's tangled bush and cushioned pubic bone beneath.
Lara sees that Jenny needs to concentrate, but she does not know the dildo is a recent acquisition, that this is its first outing, that she is learning to wield its unfamiliar bulk. Little by little, her movements become more assured, her thrusts skilled. Now Lara is receiving what her body craves: a savage but measured fucking. Jenny fucks Lara with machine like ease, gives the girl her unflagging attention. She looks down on Lara, eyes intently focused on her lover's face, studying the flickering nuance her lovemaking elicits. She is learning what pleases Lara, discovering her filthy insatiability.
And when her lunges intensify, and Lara grimaces from the enormity of what comes and goes, Jenny smiles and says, "Is it too large for you, Lara? Tell me if I'm hurting you."
And it did hurt. And then Lara, thinking her words might elicit consideration, calls out, "Oh-oh, it does hurt, please . . ."
But Lara's whimpers only increase the intensity of Jenny's exertions. She quickens her pace, her thrusts becoming body slams against Lara's mons and abdomen. Her dildo is oh-so deep now, hunting dragons in terra incognita. Jenny rides a wave of perversity from using Lara in this way, and the girl's cries feed her ferocity, her eyes radiant from the giddy joy of subjugating another female. And as Lara surrenders to Jenny, she gazes up into her eyes and sees such feral savagery, thinks her more beautiful than anything she has ever known.
Kurt lies down beside Lara, reaches down to finger her clit as Jenny continues to lunge and withdraws. Two fingers, strumming now to enhance her pleasure as Jenny increases her pace, his knuckles crushed when abdomens collide.
Lara, crying out: "Oh-god, oh-god, oh-god." And then her limbs thrashing, her torso twisting and sent askew by wave after wave of the thunderous orgasm that lifts her mind and ruins her rationality. At the ecstatic apex of Lara's orgasms, there comes one final lunge from Jenny that wedges the invading dildo deep inside her pussy, the foundation of a monolith set in her very core.
Jenny collapses, her body a burden she can no longer support. In her exhaustion, she lies stretched out over Lara. Deadweight. Only her mouth, lips and tongue, retain a vestige of passion, and they quickly find Lara's lips and begin kissing her with greed and urgency, as if a new source of vitality lies within them.
Kurt turns Lara's head to face him, robbing Jenny of her pleasure, appropriating her lips and selfishly kissing her himself. Jenny whispering in Lara's ear as Kurt's rogue tongue slips its leash.
"Kurt has such an eye for girls, Lara. Beautiful girls. Compliant girls. I didn't believe him when he said would find us someone as lovely as you — as willing as you. I sense a void in you, Lara. Kurt and I could fill that void. We could show you the girl you really are, your deepest self.
Jenny's words inflame Lara, stoke her need to a pitch of fevered insatiability. But she will never be able to explain, even to herself, why being spoken of in such a way is so erotically exhilarating. She understands perfectly well she is nothing more than their plaything, valued only as an object, a source of pleasure. All the same, she wonders what other delights they might they have to show her? How deep does their sexual depravity go? Has she experienced only the surface of this couple's animal licentiousness?
But this is a knowledge that purges her of conceit, sweeps her mind clean of the sense of being the person named Lara; wife, mother, employee, daughter, friend. She becomes a no-person, free at last of her pathetic history, the burden of all she imagines she is.
Deep inside her, a new Lara is fashioned by the intensity of their lust.
She asks, "Do you have ropes?"
"Defiler!" Ratta-tat-tat! The pistols of the Tomb Raider Lara Croft cut down the guard before he could take two steps toward her. The bullets impact flung him backwards against the dry wall of the dark temple and crumpled to the floor. Lara pressed on. Further into the corridors of the formerly-lost Temple of Nehista, Dark Goddess of the Desert. The exertions of the quest thus far - the traps, the guards, and the fiendish locks - made Lara pant as she ran. Though deep underground the...
Lara was 28 and it had been four years since her life was changed forever. She had just finished her master's degree at the young age of 24 when the most dramatic thing happened to her. Even four years later, the event was still in her everyday thinking. Lara was brought up very protected and in a family that loved her dearly. She was a very beautiful young woman who was lucky enough to possess a body that left a permanent impression in every man's head. She was sexy by all standards and two...
A few years ago I hit it big in the lottery. I took the lump payment and walked away 140 million richer. My sister Lara was pissed at me when I refused to give her the time of day, let alone one dollar of my winnings. I had never liked her husband Mike. The guy was a sleaze bag. He and I got into a huge fight one year on Christmas when I saw a hand print bruise on my sister's arm. I left him u*********s in the middle of their kitchen. I was persona non grata after that. So Lara was S O L when I...
"Another quest successfully completed!" smiled Lara Croft as she emerged into the sunlight outside the Tomb of Zambusi. In her hand she held the magnificent jewel that had been the target of her latest adventure - the 'Eye of Zambusi.' As she turned it in her hand the suns' rays glinted off it in sparkling blue. 'I'm sure this in the British Museum will delight visitors from all over the globe!' Movement off to her left caught her eye. She spun round, whipping out her pistol as she...
It had been a few days since Lara and Peter had fucked in the barn. Since then, they had exchanged some lustful looks, but they hadn’t gotten a moment alone to do it again, even though they both clearly wanted to.That day when Peter had fucked her and then made her walk home fully naked, covered in his cum, he had sneaked after her and left her clothes right outside her door for her to find. When Lara found her clothes there later that day, she noticed that her panties were missing, Peter had...
Straight SexOk, we left off where Arwen and Lara were having some fun with Arwen's parents, Galadriel and Elrond. They came back to the tree-house and fell asleep in each others arms. In this 3rd one, they get married. Check out how the wedding dresses look. Lara stirred in her sleep. Some noise woke her up. She sat up in bed and looked around, but saw nothing. Shrugging and tossing the noise from her mind, she went back to bed. She woke up again, hearing the same noise. This time, she knew she wasn't...
LesbianIt all started innocently enough; Ben and Lara were two people that took a dare. Lara was a beautiful natural burnette, with 36D breasts on her slender, athletic frame. Her amber brown eyes would captivate any man, but her 150+ IQ had a tendency to intimidate most men, and Lara was not squeamish about ripping a mans ego to shreds if she sensed any weakness at all. Yet all those that saw her would give anything to make love to this beauty. Anyone but Ben. No, Ben was not gay, rather he was her...
Ok, I know that it has literally been about 5 years since i last did Lara and the Elf 4. One thing has led to another and I've not had a chance until now to actually sit down and write the 5th part of my sex epic adventure. I even had to go back and reread it so I could remember what I wrote. Luckily I had save the copy in my email. Really came in handy so that I could finish it. Enjoy the long awaited part 5. Hope it makes many pussies and cocks alike drip as they read. Email me at...
EroticFulsome was an ugly city, Lara thought to herself as she waited in a long, exhaust filled line to enter it. It was essentially owned by a corporate conglomerate, and they dictated its civic budget as they saw fit. Evidently, their view of public spending did not include beautification or anything beyond basic sanitation. It was surrounded by sixty foot concrete walls that were stained by rust and soot, and the occasional spire of a high rise or smoke stack that poked into view looked equally...
Lara groaned. Her head was pounding and her eyes felt like sandpaper. She and Ben had been up until ... when? drinking and toasting. Oh god, how much had she drank? They'd finished off one bottle of that shoe varnish that Quohog claimed was whiskey but after that ... They'd spent the last part of the night telling wild tales and comparing scars. Everything else was a blur. Oh God, had she? had he? Eyes still clenched against the world, Lara felt down with her hands to tell if she was...
It’s been a week of turmoil for both ladies. Lara wished she had put on the note to Sam to call her on a week night Sam was hardly able to suppress her excitement and nervousness, the wait was simply excruciating. Sam’s work usually ticked by with ease, but now seemed to drag by at an almost slow motioned rate. It wasn’t much better at home either, time seemed to be spent either reliving the Vegas experience, or wondering what to say when it came time for the phone call. Why had Lara been...
It was the morning after the fight in the Horny Bull and Lara ached. She had taken a few good hits in that brawl, especially near the end. She had an impressive black eye and there were a few other bruises and marks about her body. It was nothing new; Lara had spent more than a few mornings like this, nursing her wounds and exulting that she was still in one piece. She still had memories of her Natla adventure, injecting antibiotics with shaky fingers while dizzy with pain, or stitching up...
Lara Croft was walking around the forest around noon time looking for this specific flower. She came upon these arched trees that looked like a gate. She walked through and saw a woman bending over a table with leaves piled on it. "I know why you are here," said the woman. She stood up and turned around to face Lara Croft. Lara Croft drew a deep, shuddering breath as she beheld the beauty radiating from the woman. She had a light reddish hair color, the bluest eyes so crystal clear, skin so...
LesbianAren’t fantasies wonderful? I think so and I will tell you why. Because inside my head I can be anything I want and I can bring anyone along to help support what pleases and arouses me. So how does a fantasy start? Well it could be something absolutely true that you witnessed, were told about, or perhaps read. It might be one little snippet or an entire event. Now I want to tell you a story, but before I get to the really good parts I want to tell you the true parts. This list is absolutely...
Aren’t fantasies wonderful? I think so and I will tell you why. Because inside my head I can be anything I want and I can bring anyone along to help support what pleases and arouses me. So how does a fantasy start? Well it could be something absolutely true that you witnessed, were told about, or perhaps read. It might be one little snippet or an entire event.Now I want to tell you a story, but before I get to the really good parts I want to tell you the true parts. This list is absolutely...
It had been a long day, and I was glad it was over. Since seven in the morning, I'd had a studio full of people for a photo shoot. It was for a popular and irreverent men's magazine, and all the models had been scantily clad. I suppose the readership of the magazine liked their women beautiful and dumb, because that's certainly what I'd dealt with all day. Working with fashion models may sound glamorous, but it's usually not. Most of them are either vapid or vacuously chatty. My...
Date line: Baron's Head As jaded as this land has forced me to be, from time to time some things still genuinely surprise me. Last evening as I entered a hole-in-the-desert bar with a parking lot full of motorcycles, the last thing I expected to be a part of was a religious experience. Religious is questionable, but the people I met were definitely an experience. I entered expecting a fight. Bikers are notoriously territorial, especially of their watering holes. After the come-on/grope...
Despite their best efforts, Ben and Lady Grace didn't get out of the city till after 9am. They had been in line since before six, but had spent hours sitting around while the customs officials had 'lost' files and had to 'verify' their records. If it had gotten to Lady Grace, Ben couldn't tell. Despite the fact that she hadn't had a square meal or a decent night's sleep in over 48 hours, she looked as polished and as calm as a fashion model. Figured. He both looked and felt like crap,...
"I don't know what to tell you, Ben." Maury said apologetically. "Your bike is a piece of shit." It was the next morning. Despite the fact that he'd had almost no sleep last night, Ben hadn't felt this well rested in years. Spending the night with Lara had been ... He frowned. No time for that now. There were more important things at stake. Ben groaned. The last time his bike had been trashed, Mo had been able to fix it right up, better than before. Hmm. On second thought, Ben...
Ben got to his feet with a groan. Stay put my ass. He just had to sit down for a minute, and it had been a minute. He limped out of his hiding spot and heard some cheering and shouting from where Lady Grace had gone. Great. Leave her alone for one minute... He saw a ring of people and inside it the distinctive movements of Lady Grace. She was fighting Apone, the sergeant who had taken command of the bikers earlier. There were way too many guys for him to sneak up and take out, even if he...
Here's the 4th part where Arwen, Lara and Elbereth travel to Lorien to visit the grandest king in the whole land, Celebron. Lara wants to become immortal to stay young with Arwen forever and ends up meeting a handsome guy by the name of Steven on the way there.....wait and find out what happens between now and when they get to Lorien...I dedicate this part of the story to my boyfriend, Steven, who reluctantly agreed to put him in this part. Thanks Steven! You make up most of this part! *******...
LesbianBen hurt. His side was on fire from Gunny's hit and ... something else. That was a bruised rib if nothing else. He groaned and tried to open his eyes. Bright light flared and he tried to raise his arm to block it out. More pain flared. He squinted and the light became bearable. A blurry form blocked out the light. a face? This all seemed too familiar. "Mo?" he asked in a voice that didn't sound like his own. Where was he? What had happened? "No, not Mo. Lara." A cool feminine voice...
It seemed very odd to Lara that the quintessential biker bar, The Rebar, was in Fulsome, the most paranoid, controlled city in the country. The Rebar was dimly lit and spacious. A long battered bar went along the length of one wall, and an annex held billiard tables and video games. There were various chipped tables and chairs around one end, and a hardwood dance floor. Gang crests, dating back to the legendary Hell's Angels, filled the walls, along with the occasional wanted poster, license...
Well, that had been ... interesting. Lara would liked to have said that her kissing Ben had purely been for camouflage reasons, but she was it wasn't very truthful. She'd seen the Leatherneck duck into the washroom almost as soon as Ben had started on her neck. She could have stopped him then, or maybe even earlier, but it had felt very good. Admit it, girl, you've wanted to do that for days. Ben had been cold to her for the last half hour or so since they had broken their embrace. It was...
After a brief eternity, Lara and Ben had parted. It would have been easy to stay lip locked and see what developed, but the uncertainty of the situation as well as the limitations of their fleshly shells had gotten in the way. Sooner or later, whatever Leathernecks from Bastard Squad had survived were going to come back, and it was best if Ben and Lara weren't there when that happened. It was extremely difficult for Lara to stay awake right now as she helped Ben tinker and cannibalize from...
Ben slowly and painfully came to his senses. He never really lost consciousness, but he'd been in so much pain that for the longest time it was all he could concentrate on. Only now that people had stopped beating him, racking him and tearing him apart with motorbikes—again—did he slowly regain his powers of thought. "Ben?" It was Lady Grace. Ben didn't bother answering, just groaned and opened his eyes. He was laying on the ground chained to a bar by his wrists. His whole body hurt....
CHAPTER 6There was a knock at the bedroom door.“Yes?” The door cracked open and Jenna poked her head inside. “Are they here?”She stepped in and closed the door. “Yes. Apparently, they were trapped on the bridge. Some kind of accident.” She walked up to me, her eyes taking me in, then hugging me, careful not to mess my hair. She put me at arm’s length and looked at me. I took a deep breath as she watched, studying her reaction. One of the hazards of having a psychologist as a close, confidential...
Following two requests for further bestial adventures after my previous story Better Than Boyfriends, which you should read and enjoy first. Here is what I dreamed up: - Lara is now a year older and living in a converted barn on the zoo. The elephant thing, while still of interest, but difficult for Erik and Lara to enable, she is getting all the cock she craves from Erik the German boss and his Appenzell dog Kurt. Eighteen months have passed since Lara’s initiation into bestiality, having...
Note : This story is completely fictional! Ok people, a little thing right quick. There is SOME incest in this part. I still think it goes under this section though. You also gotta realize, all elves are related SOMEHOW, so give me a break on this part. The 3rd will be A LOT better and without incest. Thank you, and now to the story. **** Ok, we left off at the part where they were walking to her parent's tree-house. All during the way they kept on kissing and hugging, never getting enough of...
LesbianChapter 3- Melissa and Lara lose Their Virginity “Mother, must I go, please, stay home with me, don’t make me go to Uncle Bill’s study. You don’t know what he makes me do,” Melissa begged her mother. “Nonsense, it’s not that bad. You live in a nice house, Uncle Bill takes good care of us. We could be out on the street. This is the least thing you could do. Look at all I have sacrificed for you. I gave up a singing career to take care of you when you were born. If it wasn’t for you, I would be...
Erotic"You heard of a guy named Gunny?" Ben yelled to the bartender in the Horny Bull over the cacophony of the live music. God knows how, but they had hauled in a live band to play tonight. They weren't bad either. The leader singer was a dark haired chick in a black leather mini skirt and she and her band were dishing out a kind of retro bluesy-rock. They were inside a plexi cage that showed signs of extreme wear with explosions from hurled bottles and mugs and various stains caused by beer,...
Bevor wir beginnen, möchte ich kurz drei Dinge klären, die mir durchaus wichtig sind. Erstens: Sie ist vieles - Abenteurerin, Grabräuberin, Schatzjägerin, Heldin, Retterin der Menschheit, Sexsymbol, feuchter Traum einer ganzen Generation von Nerds... was auch immer. Aber eine Sache ist sie ganz sicher nicht: eine Archäologin. Wo zur Hölle hat diese Frau studiert? Wer hat ihr beigebracht, historisch gesehen unermesslich wertvolle Tempelanlagen mit Dynamit und Pistolen zu erforschen? In dieser...
Just for the clarification. This is a translation of Thormgravis story into English. This is done with his knowledge and I wanted to bring his nice story into another language. Before we start, I would like to clarify three things that are very important to me. First: She is many things - adventurer, grave robber, treasure hunter, heroine, savior of mankind, sex symbol, wet dream of a whole generation of nerds ... whatever. But there is one thing she is definitely not: an archaeologist. Where...
When Lara saw the group of Leathernecks waiting she knew that the game was up. She didn't know how they had been discovered. Maybe some one had recognised a jacket belonging to the wrong person or perhaps someone had spotted the two motorcycles where they were not meant to be. It didn't really matter, for the end result was the same either way. Urging every ounce of strength from her muscles, Lara sprinted and dove behind a nexus of pipes, bullets chasing her footsteps like a cloud of...
Stars filled the sky above the villa, and in the enclosed courtyard, roses scented the humid summer air. A fountain softly splashed in the center of the courtyard, vines covered the walls of the villa. The sound of piano and harp music filled the air as Lara Croft quickly but silently moved from one shadow to the next. Seconds later a bullet took a chip of stone out of the wall next to her head. Lara froze and turned her head to see a tall muscular man pointing a gun at her. "Lara Croft. What a...
It was the sound of voices and the familiar smell of bikes that woke Ben up. Oh, shit. The Leathernecks got us. His whole body hurt and it was hard to think, but something in that equation didn't seem right. Why are we still alive? He felt a damp rag press against his forehead, and the light touch of a woman's hand brush against his jaw. It sent his addled brain reeling in confusion, but after a moment he came to the sleepy conclusion that if some one was tending to his wounds, then they...
"And here we are,” Lara smiled with satisfaction as she reached the T-shaped bottom of the red sandstone stairs leading into the deepest recesses of the latest tomb to be explored by her. It was an odd one too, Lara mused as she stood between the two pillars on the platform formed by the bottom of the staircase, ten feet above the floor of the massive subterranean chamber. Since she was on a small island off the south coast of Island, the mere presence of a vast tomb here was strange enough,...
Lara Croft sat in the large, plush chair, warming herself by the roaring fire. She grasped the large red book close to her chest as she nestled into a comfortable position. She looked around the room, admiring her vast array of artifacts she had obtained on many an adventure, realizing that she yearned more for the adventure, than she did for the artifacts. The large book she currently held close contained details of what would become her next, and maybe last, adventure. She knew all about the...
CHAPTER 7After King pulled his knot out of my pussy, I stood brazenly in front of our guests with my legs apart, my pussy gaping open, and cum running. Jake took me in arms, kissing me passionately, his hands stroking over my bare back and ass. He turned me around, pulling me into his dressed body, one hand cupping my left breast, and his other sliding up and down my stomach.“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Lara, my newly committed submissive.” They stood as one and clapped. Several of...
Saturday July 25, 2015 This is the true story of my first MFF and I credit it with helping to expand my sexuality and simply make me feel better and more comfortable as a man. My girlfriend and I had been talking at great length for some time about bringing another girl into the bed. We had exhaustive conversations about how it would go and how to handle it. I don’t think it was a bad thing, just something that was always going to be relegated to conversation, rather than actually happening. ...
The scene was timeless. The sun had always been hot here, the sky always cloudless. The rocks had always looked old and weathered, even when they were young and new. There had always been lizards and snakes, sunning on the heat blasted rocks. Lichen and cacti had always been the only vegetable matter hardy enough to eke out a meagre existence amidst the rocks and dust. The road though, that was new. Nothing in this desert stayed new long, and this road was no exception. It was faded and...
At first, it had looked like an easy jump. Of course, the clearing was small, barely wide enough for an experienced parachutist to make a somewhat safe landing, but the tall mountains that surrounded the jungle of Biggo Cocko on all sides shielded it from the wind, and Lara's descent had been a piece of cake. This was a good sign: that jungle was renowned for being especially unforgiving, and a good, swift start was mandatory if she wished to complete her mission and be back at the pick-up site...
CHAPTER 5I made the decision that I was going to live with Jake. My job was in Atlanta, though. When I told Jake of my absolute decision, he was concerned. It wasn’t his desire or eagerness to have me as his committed partner, that was a given. But, it was a considerable concern that I might someday resent giving up my job if it were to come to that. I didn’t question his desire, his almost desperate desire, to have me with him in his life. So, when he was willing to risk that by arguing the...
Introduction: my first story, hope you enjoy it Hi, my name is Lara. I am a 24 year old girl with long black hair always worn in a ponytail or a braid. I`m not tanned so my skin is white almost as white as snow and I have big green eyes. For my 5ft and 9 I have really long legs with almost 3ft 7 length. I have a nice round and perfect formed ass and I am very happy about my 38D. I started masturbating really early at the age of 10. At the tender age of 13 I had my first sexual experience with...
Croft Mansion, 13.Juni Lara erwachte aus ihrem leichten Schlaf. Irgendetwas hatte sie geweckt. Es war eine milde Sommernacht und ihr Wecker zeigte an, dass es kurz nach Mitternacht war. Sie setzte sich auf und die Bedecke rutschte zurück. Ihre gewaltige Oberweite hob und senkte sich, während sie unterdrückt atmete und in die Dunkelheit lauschte. Dann hörte sie einen unterdrückten, dumpfen Schrei, danach war Stille. Die Geräusche kamen nicht von draußen, sondern aus der großen Haupthalle im...
CHAPTER 2“Now, get back on that bed. I have an idea.”It seemed absurd on the face of it. I was a small woman and he was a big man. But more significant was that I was used to men with cocks about six or seven inches long when erect and Jake’s was that long soft and limp. Fully erect, as it was now, it was twice that size and as wide as my forearm. My reaction to it, though, proved not to be irrational based on his reaction to my reaction. He had encountered that reaction from other women. I...
CHAPTER 1I woke up slowly and peacefully. My eyes fluttered open to the defused light of the early morning coming through the sheer curtains of my bedroom. The bigger realization of the start of the day was I was still in the arms of a man. Well, maybe it was more like my arm was d****d over his lower rib cage as I lay on my side, which is why my eyes took in the filtered light of the window on the other side of the room. I kissed his upper chest/shoulder where my head was resting and I wiggled...
We start this week’s show inside a van, filming out of the front windscreen as we head along a dual-carriageway ... Dark gray road, light gray sky, black leaf-less trees whizzing by on either side us. We race on at the speed limit for a few seconds, then suddenly jam the brakes on just in time to turn off the main road directly into the driveway of a badly placed house. It’s a large red-brick and white-wash home with a steeply pitched roof – and there’s already one car in the short driveway...
I am a 24 year old girl with long black hair always worn in a ponytail or a braid. I`m not tanned so my skin is white almost as white as snow and I have big green eyes. For my 5ft and 9” I have really long legs with almost 3ft 7” length. I have a nice round and perfect formed ass and I am very happy about my 38D. I started masturbating really early at the age of 10. At the tender age of 13 I had my first sexual experience with someone else then me. But soon after my first encounter with...
CHAPTER 8Jenna spent the night with Jake in the master bedroom while Beth and I shared a bed in one of the guest bedrooms. Beth was overwhelmed by everything that had happened and fell into a deep sleep in my arms, but not before chattering away excitedly like a school girl about her rapidly developing relationship with the doctor.Over the several years of working together in the small office, Beth had opened up to divulge the trials, pain, and frustrations of past relationships and divorce...
CHAPTER 4Since the last time here when Jake introduced me to oral sex with King, I knew this was an inevitable outcome. I knew he would sooner or later suggest that I fuck King, too. I also knew he wouldn’t force me emotionally, psychologically, or physically. But, I knew, just like now, that he would want me to do it. And the way he introduced it seemed almost perfect. The three of us together was reinforcing and comforting.Because I knew this was eventually coming up to me, I did some...
I don’t know why I’m writing this, but my boyfriend John told me I should. John’s a lot older than me and my name’s Lara, I’m only 17 and now live with John and he’s 52. I seem to have this thing for older guys and he took me in because my mom is always drunk and started letting her boyfriend’s touch me and stuff. She’s a real slag and dad left her years ago because she used to go with different men all the time. He caught her with his best mate one day and just left... Now she’s even worse,...
Natürlich ist diese Geschichte frei erfunden. Weite Teile der Story sind schon fertiggestellt, jedoch bin ich mir nicht sicher ob man dies hier posten darf. We will see. -------------------PrologIch beobachtete Sie nun schon seit knapp 2 Monaten und meine Notizen sind in dieser Zeit immer umfangreicher geworden. Ich weiß welchen Weg Sie von der Arbeit nach Hause nimmt, wann bei Ihr das Licht in der Wohnung erlischt und wo Sie gerne Ihre Einkäufe tätigt. Bei der Sie handelt es sich um Lara. Ein...
I was happy because Melissa had semester break and she had free time. After waking her up she had to get dressed but this time in a 'normal' way. She got a black medium length skirt, a blue t-shirt, her bra with tits, a body-forming slip with white hotpants, pantyhose, sneakers and the blonde wig. She had to do her make-up and after we had breakfast I ordered her to clean my apartment while I went out to town. Two hours later I came back home and Melissa was still cleaning. I sat down and...
Introduction: This is part 3 of my story. Please read the other 2 parts first. That Monday morning I woke up with a smile on my face. I was happy because Melissa had semester break and she had free time. After waking her up she had to get dressed but this time in a normal way. She got a black medium length skirt, a blue t-shirt, her bra with tits, a body-forming slip with white hotpants, pantyhose, sneakers and the blonde wig. She had to do her make-up and after we had breakfast I ordered her...
Droplets of water dropped from the sky as the long and narrow streets of downtown Prague became moist with natures generousness. Most of the people were happy and grateful because of this gift but some were not. Between those who were not happy there was a specific person who this rain was not pleasant at all to. The person was a pedestrian who was walking without a destination or purpose. Most people started running towards their houses after the rain started but the cold water pouring on her...
Swaying. That was the first thing Lara became aware of. Was she aboard the Endurance? Had the storm been just a dream? Lara Croft is a young archaeology graduate student, out on her first expedition in search of the lost island of Yamatai. Yamatai was once the home of a great kingdom ruled by the "Sun Queen" Himiko whose descendants, the Nishimura's had agreed to fund Lara's expedition. It was Lara's belief that the island was located somewhere in the Dragons Triangle off the coast of Japan....
Introduction: This is part 2 of my story. Please read part 1 first. Have fun! Lara & Jack to Melissa – the 1. day continues When I came back from shopping some hours later, first thing I did was looking for Melissa. She still slept so I went back into the living room and checked my new bought stuff. I got some new and bigger butt-plugs, dildos and strap-ons which i really wanted to try. 3 new latex-outfits, one for me and 2 for Melissa. One new whip and two new wooden paddles, a package of...