Between Iraq and a Hard Place


The Marines moved quickly through the thick dry 110 degree air. Gunnery Sergeant Cole Piermont led his men composed of four new marines and six Iraqi police members that he had trained in the past six months.

They moved through the small town 60 miles north of Baghdad looking for an insurgent cell. Military intelligence has reported that they were ones responsible for the latest suicide market detonation killing 20 civilians and took an Iraqi cleric and assistant as hostages.

Piermont was 47 yrs old and affectionately called the “old man” among his Marine group, but only behind his back, 20 yrs older he could still kick their asses. He was a state prosecutor before he was mobilized from his reserve unit and now was two thirds done with his tour of duty. Piermont wanted nothing more than to get back home to his family, but he wasn’t going to hide or play it safe.

Piermont had planned this mission and the squad had practiced back at base. They took up their positions and Piermont looked at each of his men. He saw the tension in their eyes, the sweat beaded on their foreheads underneath the Kevlar helmets and their chests heaved heavy.

“Okay guys…just as we planned.” Piermont calmly ordered.

“Sure thing Gunny.” replied one of his men.

The Marines had surrounded a small ram-shackled house and a thermo scan showed six figures, two of them sat back to back. From his experience in other missions, Piermont tagged them as the hostages.

Piermont gave the arranged signal and although filled with apprehension the squad moved with quick precision moving into place and firing their weapons. The muted sounds of the gunshots were followed with the thumping sounds of the insurgent bodies hitting the floor. The two men tied back to back had their eyes closed and shoulders tensed as their face grimaced.

As the squad checked each dead body and gathered weapons, Piermont untied the two Iraqis. The cleric was very grateful and praised Allah for their rescue. The second man was much older and Piermont gently removed the ropes binding his wrists. The man smiled at Piermont’s concern.

“I thought you Marine all tough.” the old man said in a whimsical manner.

“Tough enough I guess.” Piermont smiled back.

Piermont rubbed the old mans wrists, for some strange reason he felt an affinity toward him, he liked him for some reason, liked him a lot.

“You come with us and we will make sure you get back to Baghdad and your family.”

Piermont sat in the back of the Humvee with the old Iraqi, which the rest of his men thought was unusual since the gunny always rode shotgun up front. However, all the men liked the old Iraqi; he had a smile that was infectious.

“So how you think our country will survive, with years of guns and soldiers, eh?” asked the old Iraqi?

“I hope not. I was always a believer of that Beatles song, ‘All you need is love’, you know it?”

“Oh” laughed the old Iraqi, “I know that all too well, and so will you. Take this.”

The old man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small charm in the shape of a lamp that fit in the palm of his hand. Piermont smiled, said thanks and put it in his front pocket.

After returning the hostages, the squad headed back to base. Piermont was sitting up front now and when they were within sight of the “Green Zone”, the safe area controlled by US forces, he felt a sigh of relief. But Piermont saw something with his peripheral vision that sent small hairs on the back of his neck standing.

“Slow down.” he ordered.

He saw a figure sneaking off the side of the road and thought he saw a couple of heads behind an abandoned vehicle. Piermont yelled to his squad to “be sharp” and they all knew what to expect. They made sure their weapons were fully loaded and gear ready. He gave the signal to pull to the side of the road, stop and they raced out of the Humvee. Piermont gave the hand signal to fan out, all of his men searched for their target. Just as one his men yelled and pointed to something, a roadside bomb detonated several feet in front of the Humvee sending most of them to the dusty road.

The blast startled most of them and the three insurgents that planted the bomb moved from their hiding spot with their AK-47 rifles aimed at the squad. Piermont felt a sharp jab on his hip and he reached into his pocket. He pulled out the trinket the old Iraqi gave him and there was a small stream of smoke coming from the bloodied tip of the lamp. He heard the clip of the rifle over him and he forgot about the trinket he stared into the face of one of the insurgents. Piermont felt his hip with a burning sensation and his penis began getting an erection. Piermont didn’t understand the feeling; it was a heat emanating from his body he never experienced before. He felt the “heat” leave his body then something strange happened. The insurgent slowly brought down his rifle and smiled at Piermont. Another of the insurgents rushed to his side yelling something, and then he too stopped, looked Casibom at Piermont and began to smile.

Both of them handed their rifles to Piermont who now rose to his feet but finding his left ankle was broken. He stood up on his right foot pointing his own weapon at them. The third insurgent who was 30 feet away did not know what was going on but as the rest of the squad started to recover, he handed over his weapon and in his confusion surrendered also. The insurgents were taken into custody and Piermont was taken to the hospital for his injuries.

Piermont’s squad was all released after their minor cuts and bruises were tended to. Piermont’s ankle was bandaged but he was bedridden when the doctors noticed an infection on his hip they assumed was from shrapnel. His commanding officer visited him with his staff; the general told Piermont that he was put in for a Purple Heart and the Silver Star for capturing three armed insurgents with I.E.Ds. The general to show his appreciation put Piermont in a private room.

Lying in the hospital bed Piermont thought about the circumstances of the surrender. He has been in battle situations before and never got an erection from it. He thought about the lamp and the smoke, wondering about the fairy tale of Aladdin’s Lamp. He caught himself with that one inwardly smiling that next he will be given a flying carpet.

Just then one of the Iraqi attendants came in bringing him some cool water. She was wearing a full Burka with a veil. He had seen her around before her name was Nadeira. Because of her clothing, he could tell she was very religious. He recognized her eyes; they were a perfect almond shape, wide dark eyes that seemed to dance. He tried to imagine what she looked liked beneath the veil. Suddenly he felt his penis getting aroused; a heat started filling his hips and body. He was sporting a full erection but the heat that filled his body seemed to pulse.

Nadeira brought the water and was taking out the empty pitcher when she stopped in mid-stride. She turned to face Piermont and smiled underneath her veil.

Piermont felt like he could hold the heat he felt in his body and when he saw Nadiera’s eyes glistening he held on to the heat. Nadeira reached from her veil and pulled it away smiling at Piermont.

Piermont was caught off guard, she was beautiful with a narrow nose and full rounded lips. She was much younger than he thought, about 18 or 19, his own daughter back home was just 20 yrs old. She was giving him a flirtier smile and when Piermont smiled back he relaxed and the heat fired away from his body.

Nadeira’s face totally changed, she no longer had the look of a smiling young girl but the look of a hungry seductress. She began disrobing, the bulky blue Burka falling to the ground. Although she wore simple white, almost old fashion underwear, this did not hide her firm athletic voluptuous body.

Piermont sensed the change. When the heat left his body it was as if he had aimed it at her. The erection he experienced was nearly a discomfort. He had married his wife Cynthia when they graduated High School. Since then he had never cheated on her despite the many times in his career he’s been away from her. Now he was staring at a beautiful nude girl, he was fixated on her large dark nipples even as she moved the sheet from his body and straddled his knees.

Nadeira slowly rolled up the hospital gown exposing Piermont’s erection. Nadeira’s eyes widen and she instinctively licked her lips. Piermont himself looked at his cock in surprise, it was the largest he had ever seen it. In fact, it looked like one of those huge cocks he had seen in porn movies. He knew he had a six inch cock, but this was huge, maybe 10 inches or more.

As he stared at his erection he saw Nadeira’s hand holding it and her dark hairy crouch slowly being lowered on it. Finally this cock felt the relief it needed as the tightness of Nadeira’s vagina lowered onto it. Piermont reached up and grabbed her hips arching his body and thrusting his cock deep into her.

Nadeira moaned, her head leaning back her long black hair to fall lightly on his legs. With her right hand she put her fingers in his mouth and then rubbed her nipples with his saliva.

Piermont couldn’t believe how tight the grip on his cock was and how good it felt with each thrust. Nadeira shuttered and covered her mouth with her hand stifling her orgasmic shriek. Piermont’s cock felt like a champagne bottle that popped its cork as he let go with a burst of semen for the first time in over a year.

Nadeira slowly dismounted him, they were both drenched in sweat, She leaned over and placed his cock in her mouth and licked it dry. She then kissed his forehead and silently got dressed. Piermont just laid their quietly stunned over the course of events. What came over her? What came over him? Nadiera now in full Burka glanced back at him one last time and continued on her rounds.

The next couple of days Piermont thought about everything that Casibom Giriş had transpired. He reasoned that it must have been something with that lamp the old man gave him, all that talk about love, the insurgents smiling and surrendering and Nadeira the devout religious young girl. He wondered if it was temporary or some sort of “power”, so he decided to test it.

In the morning Dr. Olivia Price came to check up Piermont. She was the Hospital administrator, a Major in the US Army and a 32 year old woman with an attractive figure. She had a reputation of being tough as nails by not signing medical waivers for soldiers even with gunshot wounds.

Dr. Price hardly looked at Piermont, rattling off his medical condition in a flat monotone voice. Piermont looked at her lips wondering what they would be like wrapped around his cock, which was now starting to get erect. He felt that familiar heat build up in his body.

The door to his room opened and a young nurse walked it. He knew her as Army Specialist Boland, was just weeks away from going back to the states.

“So Gunny, looks like we can get you out of the hospital and back to your barracks, the ankle should heal in about a week. Nurse Boland?”

“Yes ma’am?”

“Prepare Gunnery Sergeant Piermont for outpatient processing.”

“Yes ma’am, will do.”

Boland turned to head for the door and Piermont who was holding in the heat let it go. He tried to let it flow from his body slowly, just a measure at a time. Boland turned and walked to the foot of his bed smiling.

Major Price took off her glasses and dropped the medical records on the floor. It was as if she noticed him for the first time.

“Hi gunny, mmmm anything I can do for you?” she purred.

Piermont had a full erection and mumbled “uh…suck my dick..achem.”

He wasn’t too sure if his theory was right, he took a chance that his career could be over if she heard him and filed charges.

Major Price heard him, and she complied. She pulled away the blanket and bent over the bed sucking his cock. Nurse Boland walked to the other side of the bed, she kissed Piermont with a hot kiss and moved to his hips and thighs kissing and sharing his cock with the Major.

Piermont was still holding back some of the heat, he looked at the Major and told her to take off her clothes. She stood and stripped while Boland continued sucking his cock. He then instructed Price to lick Boland’s pussy. Boland moaned with Piermont’s cock filling her mouth as the Major was nibbling on her clit. Piermont shot his load, Boland came and Price who was fingering herself also had an orgasm.

“Do you love me?” Piermont asked.

Both women smiled starry eyed at him and said yes.

“Then never tell anyone about what has happened here.”

Piermont let more of his heat leave his body. The two women dressed, fixed their make-up and continued on to their work. Piermont recognized he has now changed, perhaps due to that lamp, but he recognized he could have any woman he wanted and even control the after effect.

It was every man’s dream, almost every man’s, it wasn’t Piermont’s. Piermont was a man who lived with a strong sense of moral conviction and now he has twice cheated on his wife and his marriage vows.

Dr. Lester Verducci walked into Piermont’s room and handed him some papers.

“Congratulations gunny, Major Price just signed your papers, you’re going home.”

Gunnery Sergeant Piermont out processed from Fort Hood and hours later he returned to being Cole Piermont on American Airlines flight back home to his family.

During the days spent being medically discharged; Cole experimented with his new found ability. He found he was able to call on the heat at will although he now called it his inner aurora. When he called up this aurora everyone he met was super friendly to him. He could send out a wave of this aurora that made people like him instantly and depending on the intensity, to love him in varying degrees.

He discovered it worked on animals, the most ferocious junkyard dog turned into a loving puppy around him. He discovered it worked just slightly on children, they liked him but not strong enough to supplant their parents.

He also discovered that with an intense wave of his aurora, the subject would love him so deep that they would follow his commands, even to repress the memory of an event. The only side affect, besides a large penis, was an unusual looking scar on his hip. Cole wondered he could make good use of this ability when he prosecuted a case back home and needed to warm over the jury.

Cole disembarked from the airliner and made his way down the terminal, he was in his dress uniform and using a cane as his ankle was still mending. He was surprised to see not only his entire family, but his co-workers from the State Attorney’s Office, the Mayor and the press.

There were banners saying “Welcome home Cole Piermont our Hero” and American flags. His wife Laura and ran to Casibom Yeni Giriş his arms, followed by his 20 year old daughter Kaitlyn and his 18 year old son Trevor. Once they were all hugged his parents, brother and sister followed by their children embraced him as well.

He did the interviews with the TV crews and when he got home he had a chance to unwind. His wife Laura told him about the welcome home party, just for family that they were going to have for him in two days. During this time his wife and children marveled about the service that was given his father. One night at a high priced steakhouse not only did they get a table right away, but the owner insisted in taking care of the bill. It seemed everyone they met treated them like….family. His wife and kids assumed it was because he was getting the hero treatment.

At home there were no complaints as their children went out for a long night out while Cole and Laura reacquainted themselves. Laura wondered how long it was since she and her husband last had sex, she couldn’t even recall his penis being so large and the sex so good.

The day before the party Cole took his wife shopping for a new dress. They went to a department store and in the petite section they found the saleswoman was a tall leggy model type. As Laura and the saleswoman were picking out dresses, Cole felt the familiar warmth of the aurora return. He decided to play a little and sent the aurora out to his wife and saleswoman. They both smiled at Cole and each took a hand and led him into the stockroom. His wife Laura was oblivious to the saleswoman on her knees unzipping Cole’s jeans as she was taking off his shirt and kissing him.

“I feel your desire for her, take her.” Laura whispered in his ear.

She then bent down and undressed the saleswoman who was sucking Cole’s cock. When Laura had the saleswoman completely nude she grabbed her tits from behind her and pulled the saleswoman on top of her.

“Come Fuck her”

Cole bent over the two women and mounted the saleswoman who spread her legs and opened her arms for him. While he fucked her, Laura who was underneath them, fondled the sales woman’s breasts and licked her ears. All three of them orgasm and both women were lovingly kissing him; even Laura and the saleswoman were kissing each other.

This whole scene was surprising for Cole. His wife was old fashioned and always thought as lesbian sex as “disgusting” and felt the same way about group sex. Now not only was she a participant, but she shared her husband with another woman.

After they got dressed the saleswoman gave her the dress for free and her phone number, smiling dreamily of them as they left.

“Honey what the hell was that all about?” Cole pretended his ignorance.

“I…I don’t know what came over me. I feel so embarrassed, but I also feel so…so…wonderful.” Laura smiled.

“Cole I love you so much, but I don’t think we should ever mention this to anyone.”

“I agree honey and I love you too.”

It was the night of the party. Attending at the Piermont home was Cole’s parents, older brother Tom who was married to a petite Japanese girl named Mikki, they had a 19 year old daughter, Kim. His sister Stephanie was divorced, 10 years younger than Cole and was a fashion editor for a national magazine. When Stephanie and Cole’s daughter Kaitlyn were together they looked like sisters.

Laura had all the food catered in, made pitchers of hypno-martinis and 6 bottles of champagne on ice. It was a pool party so everyone was either in the family room or outside by pool. By the time it was dark and the torches around the pool was lit so was Cole. He was watching his dad and Tom playing billiards in the den and saw his sister-in-law Mikki walk by in her bikini. She was barely 5 feet tall, both Cole and his brother Tom were just over 6 feet tall. He wondered what it would be like to fuck the little Japanese woman.

With that thought he started getting an erection and felt the heat build up inside him. He knew he had to control the aurora but the alcohol he consumed wasn’t helping. He walked out to get some fresh air, but it wasn’t a good idea, his niece Kim came running up to him wearing a tiny bikini.

“Come in the pool Uncle Cole.” she said.

“Sorry honey, I am way too drunk for that.” he laughed.

His niece pouted and gave him a sexy smile. The heat within in him was really building up and he didn’t know if he could hold it. He made a dash inside and headed to the bathroom thinking if he locked himself in the bathroom maybe he can release the aurora and it would be contained.

As he reached for the bathroom door it opened and Mikki stood there and was surprised to see someone at the door, she gasped and then laughed. Cole startled, let down his guard and released the heat. It practically burst out of his body so strong it nearly knocked him backwards. The entire room was engulfed in his body heat.

Mikki leaped into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist and kissing him while grinding against his erection. Cole moved his hands a around her sublime body, lifting her skirt and putting his hand inside her panties. With his other hand he undid his pants and the fell to his ankles.

Green Man Pt. 06


With their husbands away, Libby and Holly become closer, their initial intention to get better acquainted. They wind up sharing themselves with one another intimately.


It was a lovely day at the market. The scene at Green’s stall excited both women. They felt they had been included in a secret. They thought Green liked them and trusted them, the way he held that couple on the edge of their orgasms and only let them climax when Holly and Libby assented.

The women did not spend long at the market after that. Holly had errands to run and dropped Libby off at her house. They did, however, agree to get together that evening. A glass of wine, a chance to get to know one another better. With their husbands away in the forest, it would give them uninterrupted time together.

Holly had been gaining in her attraction to Libby. The day at the cafe when they fondled the carved gnome figurine, that was actually a cunning dildo, just fired her imagination for Libby. Holly could never let Libby know, could she? She was afraid of Libby’s rejection, and of ruining their friendship.

Holly masturbated that afternoon with Mr Green’s wooden spoon. She could not help herself. Libby would be coming over that evening. And so, in hopeful anticipation, she practiced the sexual stimulation she wanted to indulge in later.

As she moved the spoon back and forth inside her, she thought of Libby. The way her thick hair fell across one eye when she laughed, the shape of her lips, the curve of her hips. She imagined those hips with her hands roaming freely on them, crossing to the globes of her smooth ass. When her imagined fingers reached the cleft in Libby’s buttocks, Holly climaxed. She let the sparks resolve in her body, resting only a little before realizing Libby would soon be there in person, to perhaps explore in the flesh, as she had in her passion.

Holly showered and dressed, choosing her outfit carefully. With the change in her attitude toward being always immaculately put together, Holly was getting more casual in dress.

Tonight, though, she chose as carefully as ever before. This felt like a special evening. She donned her sexiest lacy see-through black panties, pulled on a silky black skirt that hugged her thighs, and buttoned up a forest-green blouse that reminded her somehow of the Green Man.

Holly chose not to wear a bra. Her petite breasts hung beautifully free in a shallow arc from her shoulders and ribs. She liked how they looked under the cloth and how they responded, as sensitive as they were to being touched. She wanted the blouse to glide against the skin of her bosom and feel the arousal as it grazed her nipples.

Before stepping out of the bedroom, Holly checked her reflection in the little mirror, she could feel him there now, watching her through the mirror as in one of those crime films where people are interrogated and secrets are drawn out before unseen spectators. Her nipples poked gently under the blouse. Holly liked the feeling of Green seeing her become aroused, liked when he watched her masturbate with the wonderful spoon. She wanted to please him, wanted to see him stroke himself as he watched her, wanted to feel his warm flood as they brought themselves off at the same time.

A knock at the door indicated Libby’s arrival. Holly carried the mirror with her as she bounded down the steps. She was momentarily breathless when she opened the door to see the object of her masturbatory fantasy standing there looking better than her mind’s eye had conjured hours ago. Their sweet hug and two-cheek kisses at the door turned into a longer embrace. Holly was surprised. She felt a surge of arousal – surely did not Holly as well? Holly patted Libby’s back and let her hands glide downward to the flare of her hips. Libby hung on.

Both women recognized they were engaged in breast play as they hugged. Women know how to communicate affection by pressing their breasts firmly against the person they are embracing. Want to send a signal? Press your breasts against the person, let them feel how the soft edges are set against the other’s chest. Feeling stand-offish? A side hug is the perfect way to be friendly but not too friendly. It is the perfect way to tease sexually yet never be blamed for overtly sending signals.

Men are too aroused to complain. And a gentleman will always assume the lady did not intend anything by the momentary intimacy. Instead, they will feel a slight hardening in their pants and smile a pleasant good-bye at their parting.

“I’m so glad to see you again. What a day at the market, right?”

Libby nodded recalling the sight of the man and woman who came under Green’s power this morning. “I wonder how many times Mr. Green has mesmerized customers like that? It has to be more than just us and that new couple.” Looking down, she spied the mirror Holly still held in her hand. “Oh is that the one? The one Mr. Green gave you? May I see?”

Libby quickly noticed the obvious phallic handle and ran doeda her fingers over the bulbous end. She looked up mischievously, letting her fingers stroke the handle in a very clear masturbatory way.

“Beautifully carved, so… realistic.”

Then turning it over, she admired herself in the glass. She held the mirror away from her body and pulled Holly closely in as if they were taking a selfie. Both women smiled up at the mirror and saw themselves smiling back. Holly noticed, but Libby did not. In the mirror as well was the Green Man’s image. He was looking at them all the while they were clowning before the mirror. He saw all. Holly was happy he was there. Her own familiar.

Holly took Libby by the hand and led her to the living room. There she had the coffee table decked out. Flowers in the vase, a tray with the wine breathing and the cheese warming. She lay the mirror against the tray so it faced them as they sat on the couch.

It did not take long for them to find the easy rhythm of conversation that close friends have. The two sat on the couch drinking wine and chatting.

As Libby spoke, a constant smile parted her deep red lips, her white teeth flashed. She seemed to lean closer in toward the middle of the couch. Holly studied her – the softness of her lips, the curve of her neck. She wore a sleeveless cream-colored blouse that accentuated her rounded breasts perfectly and was almost see-through. At least the texture of her areolae and nipples was evident under the thin material. Libby too wore a skirt – a brown, earthy-colored skirt.

Both women had selected tones influenced by the Green Man – earth tones. Holly liked smelling the perfume, seeing the curves and soft angles of the attractive woman sitting so near. She could almost taste the Quickpassion Crimson lipstick Libby had applied. A certain dampness between Holly’s thighs was making itself known. Libby’s own knees had parted and her skirt began to ride up along her smooth thigh. Holly noticed that, too.

“Are you listening to me?”

Holly heard Libby’s voice break through her thoughts. “Oh, sorry,” said Holly. “What did you say?”

Libby repeated.”I said, ‘Wasn’t that couple at the market rather special? It was just like when we were there, how Green pulled them in. I think he liked including us in his little game.”

“Yeah. Right. I don’t know.” the question broke Holly’s reverie. “The woman was certainly leaning on you for support!”

“And the man didn’t seem concerned that he had cum in his pants with you watching the whole thing!” Libby smirked.

Tentatively, Holly ventured, “Did it bother you that she kissed you like that?”

“I was startled at first, but it was also very hot. It made me all gooey inside.” Libby confessed.

There. It was out in the open. Libby was not repulsed by either the very public display of passion the woman had engaged her in. Nor was Libby embarrassed by either the question or telling Holly how it felt.

The tension was mounting between them. Holly’s throat flushed and her stomach squirmed. She broke contact with her rising feelings.

“I almost forgot, I made something for us to enjoy this evening.” Pushing herself up from the couch, she leaned in such that she would afford Libby a downblouse view of her own breasts, her nipples firm with the sexual thoughts going through her mind. As she did, she came closer to Libby, their faces only inches from touching.

Libby noticed and when caught looking, smiled and said, “Mmm. So pretty. I like the way that blouse compliments your body.” It was getting evident that Libby would not reject Holly, were she to make even the slightest move toward her.

Holly went to the refrigerator and brought out the bowl, the one given to her by the Green Man, now filled with succulent, chocolate-covered strawberries. Carrying the bowl, Holly felt the energy it contained in the wood . It was the same energy she had connected with whenever she happened to stir something in it. She walked around the coffee table past Libby, showing off. Her hips swayed a bit more. Her shoulders shook slightly, letting her breasts move in time with her steps. Holly set the bowl on the coffee table.

“Please, enjoy,” she encouraged Libby.

Libby reached into the bowl and picked up a strawberry. She bit into it with a little moan of pleasure, the hard chocolate coating, the softness and juiciness of the berry beneath. “Mmm, these are amazing,” she sighed. Where did you get these strawberries?”

“Just the grocery,” Holly smiled, enjoying watching her friend’s mouth on the strawberry.

Holly reached into the bowl herself, and was surprised to find that the interior felt soft, moist, the way she imagined Libby’s pussy might feel. What was it about the wooden bowl sitting all full with chocolate-covered fruit would make her feel that way?

It was the power of the strange man who created it. This was no ordinary wooden bowl. It had been imbued with sexual energy such that whatever eş değiştirmeli porno it contained became an aphrodisiac. Holly pinched the rim of the bowl slightly, then moving her hand around the outside, stroked the bowl, then as her heart quickened, she stared at Libby as her friend finished her strawberry. Holly watched Libby’s throat moving as the cool chocolate and strawberry slipped down.

Libby reached back into the bowl for another strawberry and brushed against Holly’s hand. “Oh sorry,” Holly pulled her hand back quickly as if she had been bit by an electric spark.

As Libby brought the second strawberry to her lips, she saw Holly watching her. She touched the strawberry to her lips and rubbed it around the outside of her mouth before biting into it slowly, delicately, intentionally. Her Quickpassion Crimson gloss covering the chocolate, mimicking the juicy red strawberry beneath the coating.

After finishing the first bite, she brought her mouth again to the strawberry, but instead of biting it, she licked the raw, exposed interior. Then she began to suck on it, sucking the juices of the strawberry, and staring directly into Holly’s eyes as she did so.

Holly could feel herself no longer damp, but getting quite wet. She could tell Libby was doing this on purpose, but was she serious, or just teasing?

After sucking the strawberry, Libby was about to bite into it again. But paused. She held the strawberry out to Holly. Holly leaned forward with her mouth open, but Libby did not place it in her waiting mouth. Instead, she rubbed the strawberry around Holly’s lips, smearing them with wet, sweet juices. Pursing her lips, Holly sucked on the strawberry, looking intently into Libby’s eyes, and then took a bite.

Setting down the stem of the strawberry, Libby noticed that Holly had both chocolate and lipstick smeared on her lips. Reaching up to touch her friend’s lips, Libby gently wiped the chocolate off with her finger tips. Holly took hold of Libby’s wrist. Gently. Oh so hesitantly, Holly took one of Libby’s fingers into her mouth, sucking on the juice-covered tip, watching Libby to make sure this was okay.

Libby’s eyes rolled back and she moaned softly. It was the reaction Holly had craved, the scene she had imagined as she masturbated that very afternoon, rubbing herself to orgasm thinking about Libby, imagining her, feeling and tasting her, holding her in her mouth.

Feeling bolder and more daring, Holly took two of Libby’s fingers all the way into her mouth, sucking them, moving them in and out of her mouth, licking them quickly and softly with her tongue. Of course it was a sexual gesture, of course the licking and sucking of fingers was analogous to the licking and sucking of a penis. Libby did not have a penis but she had fingers and other things.

Holly touched her lips to Libby’s hand, the inside of her wrist. She finally brought her eyes up to look at Libby’s face, and Holly could see her own feelings reflected in the way Libby responded. Then, without any further hesitation, she leaned in. Holly brought her lips to meet Libby’s, tasting the sweetness of the strawberry they had shared.

Holly’s lips wandered down Libby’s neck, nuzzling the collar or her blouse aside to reveal delicate collar bones. Libby’s chest was heaving as Holly unbuttoned her blouse, one creamy silky button at a time, kissing where each of the buttons opened.

Holly explored the flawless skin, felt the curve of her collarbone. Pulling Libby’s blouse open, she kissed the round of her shoulder and dipped her nose down to follow the bra strap where it met the delicate cup holding her breast.

Holly pulled back slightly and marveled, looking at the tenderness of Libby’s breasts. Perfect, round, and filling the inside of her lacy bra. Holly kissed the top of Libby’s breasts while she unfastened Libby’s bra and removed it. As her mouth moved down the curve of one breast, her hand stroked the other. So soft. Holly took Libby’s nipple into her mouth gently, and enjoyed hearing Libby’s little intake of breath. Holly licked and sucked Libby’s nipple, stroking and touching the other breast, as Libby moaned softly.

Holly pulled away momentarily and reached for another strawberry. Holding it by the stem, She glided the pointed end of the berry over Libby’s own berries. The cool chocolate icing caused Libby’s nipples—both of them—to harden and stand. Her lovely red targets pulled in tightly, as her nipples yearned to meet the teasing strawberry. As the chocolate began to melt, Libby’s breast was colored with darkness that just called to be licked. Holly leaned in and took a nipple in her mouth, gently sucking, licking the chocolate cleanly as she nursed her friend’s willing teat.

Holly looked up and saw Libby smiling down at her kindly, lovingly, sweetly. She turned her shoulders slightly and offered Holly her other breast. Holly cupped the roundness in her upturned palm, before painting that nipple with genç porno the chocolate-strawberry brush.

She could not resist, Holly just had to lick that nipple and suck the sweet chocolate off it as well. That only induced her to open her mouth and take Libby’s breast as deeply in as she could.

As Holly rolled her tongue over the warm nipple, Libby took the hand that held the strawberry and brought it to her mouth. Taking the berry in as well as the fingers that held it, she began to squeeze her tongue to the roof of her mouth mashing the fruit against Holly’s trapped fingers. The juice and pulp from the berry ran over and around the fingers in Libby’s mouth as she kneaded the luscious fruits of her passion.

Holly sat more erect and looked at Libby, then withdrawing her fingers from the red- head’s mouth, pulled her face in so she could kiss her deeply. Wet fingers entwined, heads turned at angles that invited lips to seal. Kissing and tasting opened in both of them a well of desire they only knew the surface of. Not rushing, yet, they continued to explore mouths, kiss eyes and cheeks, to rub noses, feel hair across their faces as they twisted and turned.

Whereas Holly only timidly explored her feelings for other women, the growing closeness with Libby gave her opportunity now. And the half naked, passionate woman before her gave her permission to explore. It was as if a storm was unleashed in her. No more afraid of rejection, Holly actually led the dance between them. Libby for her part was as eager to explore and she yielded to every advance.

Holly held Libby’s face in her hands and beheld her beauty. “I want you. I have wanted this for a long time,” and repeated, “I want you.”

Libby smiled, nodded, and raised her shoulders which lifted her breasts higher, inviting Holly to play with them. Then she shook her shoulders and let her blouse slide down her arms, the thin straps of her bra following. Her nipples swirled in time with the shaking of her shoulders, describing arcs in the warm air between them.

Holly kept her eyes on Libby as she helped her remove the blouse completely. Then she quickly unfastened the smooth blouse she wore and in one movement pulled it back away from her body. No bra was there to impede the view of her naked chest. Her breasts curving delicately from her shoulders in a smooth arc, ended with small nipples set in larger pale pink circles.

Holly liked how her nipples did not protrude unless she were very cold or very excited. Always the professional, she did not want others to know too much about her. Except when she did! And tonight she was very happy to feel her hard nipples arching outward in Libby’s direction. No words, just two gauges of her passion that any woman would instantly understand the measure.

They came together again, breast to breast, sliding, mashing, squirming, hands furiously feeling as much skin as possible in a frenzy of touching. Libby ran her fingers through Holly’s hair and scratched her nails in her scalp then down her neck, shoulders, and spine leaving light red traces Holly reached between them to hold Libby’s warm globes in her hands, cupping them, letting her fingers play over her nipples keeping them aroused and firm.

And still they kissed and tasted. They were in no hurry to move beyond this petting and kissing and took moments to sip their wine and indulge in strawberries again. Each time they dipped into the magic bowl the intensity of their experience rose. Could a person have an orgasm simply kissing another person? It seemed to both of them that they were having more intense sexual feelings than were normal.

The eroticism of the single strawberry between them. Libby had lifted one from the bowl, the plumpest one in its robe of dark chocolate and had placed it between their lips. Fat, as big as a plum and so reminiscent of the bulb of a manly penis as if the smooth terminal knob had been placed between their two sets of lips, one to each side, pressing in upon the plum. Mr Green’s, Joss’, Sam’s, another man’s – it did not matter.

A woman can absorb a man’s bulb wholly into her mouth, can run her tongue over its smoothness, can suck and, yes, draw the juice out. With the strawberry, each had a semi-sphere of hard, smooth chocolate. Their lips fastened tight upon each other’s and both sucked hard causing the chocolate to crack and their mouths to be flooded with juice. Both shook in arousal. Sexual signals clanging loudly in their heads

It was the bowl, of course. And the mirror sitting on the coffee table propped up allowed the Green Man to observe all that happened. The Green Man’s influence had seeped into their lives in ways they could feel and in ways they did not know. Green watched the two women make love slowly and deliberately. Though it was an intimate dance between them, he called the tune.

The sweet strawberries sitting against the walls of the bowl absorbed the essence of the Green Man’s energy, the imprint of his erotic aims. The mirror glass saw all that was in the room, every angle. Just behind the glass stood the leaf-haired sprite, naked and strong, his phallus firm and outstretched a symbol of life and power. The Green Man, from eternity had made the trees grow, had coaxed life from barren soil, infused fertility, growth, and harmony.