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I am here because it is my Bath ritual. All the girls are raised together and trained for their serving-life. Individually we are brought here and made ready for our future partner. To contribute to our society, we are told, we must be good, must be ready, must do what we can to further our society, our people. Resources are limited, not everyone is chosen. I am desperate to be of service. This is to be my path.
Above me, outside the Bath, is Laur, my guide. She stands above me, and I am in awe of her. She is naked-my eyes move slowly up her legs and rest on her sex, a thin strip of hair that glistens with moisture from her arousal. The fingertips of one hand slowly skimming the engorged lips of her pussy. Her breasts covered with a sheen of sweat from the ritual we completed earlier. I catch her eyes--she is staring at me with a smoldering look, directed at me. I feel a dart of heat move directly to my pussy and my insides jolt.
"Rinse off quickly," she begins, "We will move to the room to continue."
"Wait!" I start, "You said I was...flex? What does that mean?" She ignores me and walks to a door in the corner of the room. She opens the door and directs me to come in. I move out of the Bath and walk towards her, dripping wet. Inside the room is a large bed, a shelf with towels and items I don't recognize, a table, chair, and a wall with a large mirror.
Laur tells me to sit on the chair. As I reach for a towel, and she swats my hand away. "You need to follow directions. Sit down." I shiver and sit. "Close your eyes and relax." I do as I am told. I can sense Laur behind me and then I feel her breath on my ear and she whispers, "I told you before, I am going to help you. It's okay. Just...feel." A towel comes around me, and she begins to dry me off, her hands making circles, slowly covering my wet skin. She gets to my breasts and lightly goes over my nipples. They send a shock straight down between my legs. I arch slightly and the softest moan escapes. "Good girl..." she whispers into my ear, her words and breath sending more shocks coursing down my body. Hands wrapped in the towel she firmly grasps my breasts and begins to knead them. The roughness of the towel against my nipples is making my clit pulse. The towel moves down my belly and Laur comes around the front of me. She gets to my waist and tells me to stand up. Again, the roughness of the towel gliding over my sensitive skin is causing me to breathe raggedly.
Suddenly I feel her lips and tongue on my nipple, lapping at the hard bud, sucking just to the edge of pain and then slowing down. She knows I love her mouth on my breasts. I begin making mewling sounds of want and the fire in my loins increases. Laur takes the towel in one hand and begins drying my inner thigh, coming up to my pussy and making the slightest contact with my clit. My hips thrust forward, and I part my legs, so the towel has more access to me. My hand moves to touch her back and pull her into me when she detaches and steps away from me.
"I'm not done. Relax." She goes back to drying my legs. In my mind I am begging for her to suckle me again. It is like a direct line of electricity from my nipples to my pussy and I want more. She finishes drying me, places the towel on the chair, places her hands on my shoulders and pushes me back onto the chair. Her breasts are at my eye level, and I stare at her tight nipples. I lick my lips and the thought of sucking them sends moisture slowly trickling down my pussy. I lean my head forward to taste one and Laur steps away and behind me, her breathy voice at my ear, each word sending shivers down my spine.
"You are flex. When the girls come, we prepare them for pairing with a mate. If we prepare them well, then they are eager with their new mate. It can be daunting-the training is hard, so we start the preparation with a female guide, like me. So they are not afraid of the men. We turn their bodies on, find how they respond, what position is best. Teach them. This ensures they pair often and can have children. Some of the girls don't respond at all. They are sent elsewhere for other jobs. Some of them are special. Some of them...are saturated in desire. They love women. They radiate. They are natural preparers. They just know. But not just for the female/male pairing. Some can prepare females/female or male/male. They are flexible, full of desire. You are flex."
Laur's hands come from behind. One grabs by jaw and tilts my head up, exposing my neck. Her lips begin roughly kissing my neck, her tongue dancing down the side and sucking down the neck towards my collarbone. The other hand firmly grabs my breast, not the gentle teasing from earlier. This is rougher, deliberate...needy. Her thumb and index finger pinch my nipple, hard. I sharply inhale and then a flood of warmth as my body opens and hot desire courses through me. I arch on the chair, expecting to be corrected by Laur. Instead, her hand on my nipple goes straight between my legs, roughly through my wet slit and two fingers enter me. Her thumb rakes over my clit as her tongue dives into my ear. Without thinking my hand comes up and starts pinching my other nipple. Laur's fingers continue their assault on my pussy and my hips writhe on the chair. I begin making grunting noises with every thrust. I hear my arousal squelching below. She moves her fingers out, wetness on them, and trails them across my lips. My lips part and she puts her fingers in my mouth. "Suck. Taste us." She commands. I lick her fingers--the tangy juice of us. This is her; this is me. The thoughts drive more wet heat below. I shiver and arch again to show my eagerness. The coil in my pussy is winding up.
Laur disengages and comes around the front of me. She pulls me up out of the chair and into her. I stare into her face, and I do not recognize her. Her eyes are dark with a desire I have not seen before. She takes my breast into her mouth, roughly licks and sucks it, then immediately moves to the other one. Arousal is moving through me with every nip, suck and pinch. I don't know what to do. I am trying to breathe and afraid I am going to pass out. Laur sinks to her knees in front of me and I feel her mouth on my mound, tongue snaking across my erect clit, sending tremors through my center. I yelp and my hands snake into Laur's hair, pulling as I grind her face into my clit. My hips are thrusting into her face as I try to get to the breaking point. Laur's hands come behind me and begin kneading my backside, one finger reaching around to my ass. Another involuntary thrust of my hips into her face.
Laur moves back, eyes glistening. "Lay down on the bed. Now." Her voice is raw and gritty. I move to the bed, lay on my back and my legs open. Laur lays down between my legs. I can feel my juices slowly dripping and her breath on my pussy lips. I am throbbing, slick with desire and need. She takes one of her hands and spreads me open, exposing my hard clit. Laur leans down and with her tongue makes circles around the erect nub, then drags her tongue over it before plunging into my hot box. I move uncontrollably on the bed, arching my back trying to get her into me. My clit is so sensitive, I need her to touch me but it's too much for the direct pressure. I cry out in arousal and frustration.
"Laur please. I need to... to finish. Please, I don't know what to do. Help me!" She momentarily stops her assault on my clit and looks up at me, a smile that doesn't quite make it to her eyes.
"I will finish you. But we are not done." She growls. She moves slightly and places one hand on my engorged pussy, fingers on either side of my clit but not directly on it and starts rubbing the folds, causing a delicious friction in my clit. The indirect pressure is winding me up inside, I feel the beginning of a climax building. My lower body finds a rhythm, and I lift and rock with every stroke from her hand.
"Yes. Please don't stop, that's it. Yes. Yes. More. PLEASE." I am rocking furiously. Laur lowers her head, and I feel her tongue moving rapidly from side to side, then a gentle sucking. The sucking intensifies, the rubbing increases. I am almost there. My hands find her head again and I try to guide her, but she needs no direction. I am so close. Her tongue stops and she lifts her head, watching me. My eyes are closed, my lips pursed, breath is shallow and panting. "I am fucking you," Laur growls. "Tell me you love it. Tell me you want it. SAY IT."
"I.. I love it. I love when you fuck me Laur...please, I need more." The words fire in my brain and more juice comes from me. I am coming apart inside. "LAUR. PLEASE. I want it. Please..." I whimper. Then my body peaks. Laur's tongue flicks my clit, and her hand triggers me.
"That's it baby. Cum for me. Cum on my face. Give it to me." Like a floodgate opening, I release. The orgasm is hard, and I throw my head back and howl. Waves of pleasure come through me, and my hips are thrusting against her hand. Everything goes gray for a moment, and I realize I have been holding my breath. I lay there panting and after a minute I look up.
Laur is sitting up on her knees watching me. One hand is holding her folds open while the other hand is steadily thrumming her hard nub. I see we are not finished. Laur reaches for my clit. I flinch--it's too much sensation. She moves up and straddles my body and lowers a nipple to my mouth.
"Suck it. You must learn. Take it."
I hesitate for a moment, then latch on. Her breasts are dizzying. I try and remember what Laur did for me. I tentatively lick, gently take the hard tip between my teeth and suck. I am rewarded with a moan from Laur. "Harder." She hisses. I suck harder. Instantly I see her reaction and feel her body tense up. I kiss and nuzzle her, listening to her noises. When I take the nipple in and suck again, I feel her grind against me, as I had done with her earlier. I move from one breast to the other. Suddenly I feel my own desire begin to ramp up. Laur moves off me to lay on her side next to me. Her breath is ragged, and I see she is fighting to control herself. She grabs my hand and brings it to her inflamed pussy. "Touch it. Use your fingers, be gentle. Touch me." The urgency in her voice is apparent. I have a desire to please her--a burning need.
As my fingers reach her wet core she gasps and thrust onto my hand. I feel my own desire increasing, a slow steady burn. I can smell her, and my fingers are coated with her slick fluid. Remembering how good it tasted, I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them, the scent and taste of her increasing my lust exponentially. How can I be so aroused again? Moving suddenly, I position myself between her legs. Though I have not done this before, lust fills me and I rake my tongue through her wet folds. The noise she makes tells me this is good, and her hips begin to move with the motions my tongue is making. I drink her sweet nectar while my own pussy begins weeping. Laur's hands are at my head, and she tries to guide me to her erect center. I alternate between circling her hard clit and trying to stick my tongue as far into her as I can get, remembering the feeling I had of wanting to be filled as I came.
"YES. Right there, harder.... ohhh, ohhh. Don't stop, harder!" she commands me, as she grinds up into my face. My chin is slick with her, my own pussy aching. I feel her shudder as she lifts her bottom off the mattress towards my relentless tongue. "I'm cumming..." she gasps, as she rides her own wave. Liquid comes from her. Her taste and scent are all over my face and my pussy is again needy for more. It's like I have had a switch turned on inside of me. We are both panting.
After a moment Laur gets up and glances over my body. I am on the bed, breathing hard. "That was good for a first time." She compliments me. The corner of her lip comes up in a slight sneer. "But we are not done. You have more to be shown." She walks to the shelf I noticed earlier and pulls an object off it. The contraption has straps and something thick and long on the front. It looks like what my male guide put in me earlier in the day--I am confused.
Laur lays down next to me and pushes me back down on the mattress. She leans over and swirls her tongue over my nipple then slowly descends downward, gliding the tip of it so it barely touches my skin. The sensation is like icy fire on my feverish skin. I close my eyes to savor the journey her tongue is making. As she reaches my slit her tongue slowly drags over the nub. My breath hitches and my legs part, eagerly waiting for the assault on my swollen pussy. I feel something different...solid and thicker than her tongue. As my eyes open, I see Laur stroking me with the object she brought back from the shelf. I tense up, not sure what this is. She runs it back and forth over my wet slit, pushing between my engorged, sensitive lips. Pleasure washes over me, like an itch needing to be scratched. This friction feels so good. I feel deep pulses within me as my body readies for this. Laur inserts just the tip and my body begins to respond, pushing against it, recognizing this can fill the need I have.
"You are eager," she whispers, "With this cock, I am going to make you mine." Slowly she inserts it into my dripping hole. I am wild with desire. It fills me and the friction is making me squirm in anticipation. I want it deeply.
"Laur, please. I need that...cock...more. I...please, Laur" my wanton need is rendering words difficult for me. Unabashedly I am writhing under her hand as she works it in and out of me. I can hear my juices squelching, my voice making noises I have never heard before, animalistic, raw. The only thing I want is to have her make me release, to cum so hard.
Laur stands up and removes the cock from my pussy. I feel empty, that pulsing need still demanding release. She licks the juice covering it and tells me, "You taste so good. I could drink you all day." She takes it, steps into it and secures the straps and kneels between my legs. I cannot read the look in her eyes, but I feel I am being devoured. "Now you will cum," she says simply, and with a practiced thrust enters me. For a moment I cannot breathe. I have never felt so full. Laur gives me a moment to adjust to this feeling, her body on top of mine. Our breasts pressed together, nipples causing more delicious friction between us. She leans in to kiss me, gently, then a hard thrust of her hips sends waves through my lower body. The coil-feeling in me ramps up. Laur searches my face as she begins to thrust in and out of me. Slowly at first, building to a faster, harder crescendo. My legs come around her hips and lock behind her, pulling her deep into me. She finds a rhythm, drilling into me and I become a pool of need and desire.
"Oh. Oh. OH. OH. YES. Laur, fuck me. Laur yes! YES!" I am no longer in control of my body. Some primitive instinct is unleashed and I just react, meeting her thrust for thrust. I reach to tweak her nipple, and she hisses with pleasure. I squeeze harder and she moans. My pussy is leaking, and my need is at the point where nothing else matters. Laur is watching me pant as she thrusts into me, nearing my peak. She reaches down with her head and sucks hard on my nipple and I crest.
The orgasm hits me harder than any I have had, almost a painful convulsion in my loins. For a moment my vision darkens and stars explode in my head. I am spasming, hard. I grip Laur to my body and I feel her cumming, feel her hips grinding into me, thrusting as deep as she can into me while gasping into my ear. Wave after wave seems to be emanating from my pussy and washing up into my body and brain, tingling and making me feel hot and flush. Once again, I realize I am holding my breath and force myself to breathe. I am both drained and powerful in this aftermath.
Laur disengages from me, and I see juice all over the cock she has just fucked me with. She brings it to my face and runs the cock over my lips, and I taste myself, hot and tangy. I suck all my juice off it. Laur bends down and kisses me deeply, tasting my juice out of my mouth. Although I want her tongue on my clit, I am too sensitive for that right now. She removes the harness from her hips and curls around me on the mattress. I am utterly spent and exhausted. Her arm drapes over my side and I drift to sleep.
I wake up several hours later and Laur is already up, watching me. "So what does this mean for me?" I asked. I know I am expected to pair with someone, settle into a family unit. That prospect, once ideal in my head, suddenly does not sound as fulfilling as it had when I arrived the other day.
"I told you that you were flex," Laur began. "You have an intuitive way with your body. You are willing and flexible and unafraid to explore the depths of pleasure. You are open and so, responsive." She continues, eyeing me up and down. "You enjoyed me, didn't you?" The now familiar heaviness twinging in my body as she looks at me, almost like a physical touch. I will recommend to the council that you stay here and be trained as a guide like me. The choice is yours, of course. If you prefer, you will be recommended to pair and start your family. Or you can learn more about the training here and you can initiate the new cohorts, as I initiated you." Laur is next to me, her fingertips stroking my cheek and arm, nails running through my hair like she did the first day we met. My body immediately responds to her touch. I reach out towards her and pull her down and kiss her. She smiles at my reaction. "You were made to guide, I think."
I know she is right.
