Ellie woke in the mucky aroma of last night's cigarettes and hard, oh so
hard cider. Her musty hair clung to... "whose pillow is this?" she
thought. She shot upright, constrained and trapped in sheets she did not
recognize. "Whose room is this?" She gazed at the dark blue room with
Aztec frosting-white crown molding. "Is this a man's bedroom? How drunk
was I?"
Her fingers pulled at the boa-constricting fabric. "Oh dear lord I'm
nude."
She fell out of bed and, somehow, involuntarily managed to take the
covers with her, which luckily worked in her favor.
She tip-toed across the peculiarly neat bedroom. "Must be a gay man's
bedroom.... Oh, no, I slept with a gay man."
A chest-lurching crack of pipes sounded down the hall. Running water
noisily surged through the old Victorian home. She crouched and crawled
the wood floors, nails anxiously clawing the boards, so that she could
poke her head into the hallway undiscovered.
Steam rose beneath a door at the end of the corridor. The source of
shower racket reverberated off newly painted walls. Plastic overlay
floorboards, and a few packing boxes crowded the corners and entries of
several rooms with wide-open-look-in-here doors.
She paced past a living room with several tall-backed comfy chairs
wrapped in plastic and an overly... hairy rug of some sort. "Is that
yak?" she thought.
The living room had an unblinded balcony with square window-walls and a
dark mahogany spiral staircase, leading to the... first floor? She
couldn't remember anything about this house or its owner, and the lack
of blinds uncomfortably exposed her to whomever may be looking through
the windows.
With a deep breath and moment of silly hesitation, she begrudgingly
opened the bathroom door. A rush of steam slapped her in the face.
"Hey! Good morning!" said an excited, unfamiliar voice.
Ellie stood dumbstruck while her eyes adjusted to the smog. She could
hear a glass shower-door creak open and soft pattering footsteps.
Gentle, wet, feminine lips licked and massaged her own. "Good morning,"
they whispered into her ear. She shivered as tip of tongue and frame of
mouth prodded and teased her neck. Long, thin fingers slowly freed Ellie
from the ravel of dark-blue bedsheets, and a warm, welcoming body crept
closer to her own.
Awed, Ellie's hands caught the base of the woman's hips and traced the
cradle of her ribcage. They braved the overwhelming, blood-rush,
dizzying steam and dove into an electrifying hug. Ellie fish-flopped to
the floor. Sparks and dots flew before her eyes.
"Ellie! Are you okay?"
A whip of familiar blonde hair smacked Ellie's face.
"Shannon?!"
"Yeah, whom else did you expect?" Shannon said a bit miffed.
Ellie launched her face into Shannon's mask of surprise. Tongues
passionately tangled. They clung to each other as if luging for Olympic
Gold.
The bathroom door opened. Light and fog outlined an illegible
silhouette.
"Who's that?" Ellie asked.
"Lauren. You remember Lauren right? If not, I'm sure she can remind
you." A wicked grin crossed Shannon's lips as she tugged Ellie's jaw for
an addictive nip and nibble.
"Let's take a shower," Shannon coaxed; although, Ellie didn't need much
bribing.
Watching to see what Lauren looked like, Ellie realized she did know
her, at least from Shannon's photo albums of archery, camping and
racing. Shannon's blonde hair contrasted so beautifully with Lauren's
red, Ellie would gawk over the photos while Shannon was in the
restroom.... This must be Lauren's house.
Crooning, Shannon and Lauren herded Ellie to the shower, an astounding
glass room with a drain in the middle. The shower was lighted so that
Ellie could finally see. Which was unnerving in terms of self-awareness
and seeing EVERYTHING reflected in the glass walls. But Ellie didn't
have time to be self-conscious. Lauren's hands clasped their mouths
together; and, Shannon dropped to anal-tongue penetration, erupting a
series of chirp-chortling gurgles from Ellie's throat. The resulting
onslaught had Ellie face-down on the tiles with Shannon anally dilating
her, while saying spiritedly-motivational phrases such as, "Squeeze
tighter!"
The crunching orgasms were so "hallelujah high-pitched," Lauren was
forced to retreated to kissing Ellie's neck. During the apocalypse of
blissful eating and penetration, Lauren disappeared. When Shannon
finished with a big grin on her face and Ellie had enough energy to look
up, she noticed something... impossible to overlook.
"Is that a crossbow?" Ellie asked Lauren.
"It is a crossbow.... Well, was a crossbow. But see, I punctured this
dildo with a metal rod and reinforced the action in the trigger. Then
locked the release and replaced the spring with my secret.. mechanism,
and fastened the crossbow to a leather-platinum strap-on holster."
"So what does it do now?"
"It pumps the fuck out of you."
"Does it ever stop?" Ellie asked, observing the steel was quite
hunt-ready.
"Only when I release the trigger."
"It's completely safe." Shannon said.
Then again Shannon's idea of safe was a bit... overtaking.
However, Ellie had no complaints or resistance so long as her enervated
body didn't have to move. Which it didn't.
Shannon sneakily slid under Ellie's propped body, serving as both a
cushion against the tile and restraint to hold Ellie's tired hips in
place. The two soothingly caressed, kissed and spread Ellie into
REM-like submission.
And then it happened. ARMAGEDDON. Battle weapon met orgasmic plunger in
such a way that the Big Bang occurred in-reverse and then fast-forward
in slow-motion as a result of Ellie's orgasm. The vibrating buzz of the
"arrow", turned dildo, relaxed the entry of Ellie's anus to such a
miracle that she felt no pain. There was no resisting total takedown,
especially when it felt as if she'd been gassed with sleeping gas and
massaged, full-body, in an emergency space pod soaring through
intergalactic time-warps. The domino orgasms could not be counted.
Lauren's reaction was exhilarating as she felt the vibrations of the
beast on her clit. Ellie passed out. Lauren, lying on her back in
exhaustion, felt the immense prowess of her partner, Shannon, leap onto
her crossbow and take them for an unforgettable ride.
Waking after several minutes of impenetrable blackout, they lay
motionless trying to speak. When words finally did arrive they were airy
with throaty whistles.
"Wow. Thank you for coming home with us last night or this would never
have happened!" Lauren said. Her chest heaved in delightful exhaustion.
"I'm sorry. I don't remember how the sex was last night, but if it was
like this, I probably lost some brain cells in the blackout." Ellie
said, the moan and groan of disappointment echoed in her chest. She
yearned desperately to remember every second of their erotic ventures.
"Oh, we didn't sleep with you last night! You were drunk!" Shannon burst
into laughter. "We took you home from a house party we've no idea how
you got to. Just saw some guy hitting on you. Lauren lived close by.
Thought it was safest to bring you here. You were really out of it.
Peeled your clothes off as soon as you entered the house."
"We sat on the couch all night chatting about how cute you are." Lauren
said.
"Didn't think you'd hop in the shower with us." Shannon turned
hysterically red as Ellie's jaw dropped.
"I'm glad I did." Ellie said.
Shannon and Lauren giggled gratefully and pecked Ellie's cheeks as a
serendipitous smile commandeered her lips.
-the end -
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