Ignis Fatuus

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‘Are you promiscuous?’ Her question kept echoing in my head as I was held fiercely between two scarcely familiar men, penetrating me lavishly.
They were gentle yet intense, caressing yet ransacking and I loved it, every minute of it..
As they were covering my breasts and openings in their warm jets,
I lay there ,contemplating that inquiry,to a state of pre aberration.
They were sent away,I hastened quietly to the pristine pool, glistening in the evening breeze.
Rushing over in my birthday suit, I perused my surrounding, it all seemed quiet and free of unwelcome eyes.
The water cleansed and refreshed me, I was tantalized between sheer ecstasy and dysphoria.
Then I heard it, that swirl in the water.
I turned around alarmingly, two exquisite women were swimming towards me, smiling.
‘Oh thank God, it is only you ladies, I did not count on company here tonight’.
As they came closer I noticed they were naked as well, I was relieved.
‘You are very beautiful, I hope you do not mind the compliment’.
My skin flushed, I felt my heart accelerating.
‘Would you care for our relaxing routine? We are trainers here in this resort, floating each other in the nude is very tranquilizing,you should try’.
I obliged and was softly held by the upper back and shoulders,while the other lifted my waist over the water, revealing my slightly gaped apertures.
‘You look just as remarkable on this end my dear’.
I kept my eyes closed, but a titillating itch started crawling up my thighs.
Then she touched my bottom lips, brushing against my engorged clit.
‘You seem sore, can I help with that? Gently,I promise’.
Before I even consented, her soft lips closed on my wetness, mixed with the warm water and the cool air.
My nipples hardened and were instantly attended to ,by my upper curator.
‘Does that feel pleasurable? I am truly enjoying it, you taste incredible ,beautiful’.
My mind was racing, I was panting.
Did I like it? I had no command of the time passing,in my delirious state of desire, but I believe it only lasted minutes before the glorious advent.
‘I can not take this much longer, I’m going to squirt!’
my voice mutely ailed the silence of the night.
She abutted her lips and quenched on my eruption..
As the daylight ended my repose, I knew not was it a fragment of a kind dream, or an even kinder ,dream come true..

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