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I'm really pleased with this one, I feel it all came together very nicely. This story's just
...pretty
intense (as some of my BDSM stories have a way of being). The erotic scenes in this are amalgams of a number of my favorite elements I've put in other stories—between two new characters, who comprise a very young married lesbian couple. So settle in, get comfy and enjoy!
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A Picnic Blanket, Some Sandwiches, And Thou
Saturday, June 25th, 2016, 10:45 a.m.
It was a
beautiful
breezy summer morning shortly after the solstice. The crystal blue sky was dotted by only very few cloudlets. Birds and squirrels mingled in fully bloomed trees waving in the wind. Nature's warm perfume was seductive and elegant. It was green as could be in dozens of suburban neighborhoods throughout town, including that which Sequoia Avenue called home. 1124 Sequoia was the residence of Barbara and Josie Greer, two elatedly wedded wives in their mid-20s.
The Greers held hands, adjourning to their backyard. Barbara's other hand toted their tablecloth, Josie's the basket. They perched at the picnic table and got brunch started. Alongside lay their garden, which was one of the great joys of Josie's life, she being the gardener between them. Barbara and Josie—or Babsy and Jojo, as they affectionately referred to each other—kept what many would consider a remarkable marriage. They were one of the younger same-sex couples to tie the knot, especially fortunate to have met and fallen in love. Both Barb and Josie had one unique, common trait passed down by their folks. Even as kids, they were viewed as just a bit more responsible and mature than their peers, wired like grown women already during childhood. They were always good girls, diligent in their schoolwork and chores. Today they remained both intelligent and well-read. But this certainly didn't mean they did not enjoy having fun. They got playfully creative in courtship and flirting. Dating since teens, they married a year ago—and as was often the case with young exuberant lovers, maintained a
smoking
hot sex life.
One of the reasons they had things cooking so splendidly was that they were positively fearless in their lovemaking. They weren't half-bad at continuing to romance and woo one another either. They went on the occasional fancy date, gazed demurely into each other's warm, loving eyes, and flirted like the teens they were not very long ago at all. To be sure, things weren't always easy, but thus far, the Greers' love had conquered everything that was thrown at them.
Here today, as with many picnics at their backyard table, they held non-dominant paws—Josie's left, Barbara's right—while eating with their others. Random, indeterminable points witnessed them caressing palms with their thumbs, which still sent a tiny tingle of excitement through them. As far as their friends, families and everyone else who knew them were concerned, Jojo and Babsy were as firmly in love as the day they pledged their vows.
The couple earned enough to support themselves and their two cats, but would've been hard-pressed to raise children. Josie Sue Greer worked at a jewelry store in the Juniper Mall. Barbara Ann Greer (nee Cafferty) telecommuted from home on weekdays, enabling her to tend to their felines, Bumpers and Maxwell. Their schedules didn't always sync up, but both were free this gorgeous, sunny Saturday morning. And they loved the relative freedom of taking care of pets while not worrying about kids. Not that they didn't like children, but having kids was not to be their domain. They'd begrudge no one else the privilege; it just wasn't for the two of them personally. Besides, if caught by a child in the midst of private activities, they'd have to handle things carefully to avoid scarring the kid for life.
Barbara felt Josie give her fingers a little squeeze. "I love you, honey doll," she cooed between bites.
Barb coyly smiled and squeezed in return. "I love you right back, sweetie bear."
As so happened semi-often, after a few more moments of drinking in the limpid pools of their eyes, the Greer wives felt that familiar funny feeling. They proceeded to polish off their PB&Js, clean things up, vacate the picnic table and saunter back on inside, already beginning to tingle in their special spots.
"My,
my
, but that was a quick 'bruncheon,'" Barbara chuckled.
"Indeed. Not
nearly
as long as what I'm about to do to you," grinned Josie.
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Assumption
Saturday, June 25th, 2016, 11:32 a.m.
Babs and Jojo decided to play one of their favorite games today. In just about all their sexy scenarios, Josie played the domme to Barbara's dainty, delicate sub. As this setup worked so faithfully, marvelously well, they stuck with it. They'd virtually never tried the reverse, but both loved the way things were status quo. Babsy absolutely adored being on bottom, helplessly locked under Josie's magic passion spells. And Jojo could neither get enough of Barbara's yearning, pleading gasps for release, sumptuously
begging
to be allowed to climax. Both got so madly off on it, it was frankly hard to imagine altering.
The fantasy they were implementing this late morning was a cruel—but sizzlingly hot (and completely consensual)—roleplay. Just between the two of them, they called it "Beloved Rapist." It started the usual way: Josie remained dressed while Barbara slipped into the bathroom, turned on the shower, removed her clothes and replaced them with only a towel. The running of the shower served no purpose other than to help make it feel more real. Babs took her time undressing, while Jojo seductively leaned against the door frame and waited. Both got mentally into character. Finally, towel-clad Barbara shut the shower back off. Hearing it from outside, Josie curled her eyebrows down and lips up, into an evil grin. The doorknob turned, and out innocently stepped Babs, pretending to suspect nothing. She only hummed softly, until she noticed who else was here.
She gasped in mock fright. Josie let her grin spread, baring pearly whites at her. Barbara clutched one hand to the sternum, taking a first quivering step backwards. They loved to really get into the spirit of these games. Jojo stopped leaning on the door, and closed the space between them Barb just opened. She couldn't stop gleefully—and ma
licious
ly—smiling. This part was method acting.
Barbara's eyes trembled with theatrical fear. "
Oh no
," she whispered.
Josie nodded. "Oh
yes
. Greetings, lassie."
Her wife-slash-scenario victim whimpered. "W-wh-what-what a—...h-how-how d—..."
Jojo wagged a finger. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that. Both you and I know, your Mommy and Daddy aren't going to be home for a
long
, long time. It's just
you
...and
me
."
Babs feigned more severe terror, blinking crocodile tears. "No...please..." she whined.
The first time they'd played this out from their fantastic imaginations, they took some temporary pauses. Barbara wasn't a professional actress, but she was so convincing, Josie began to fear she really didn't like it. But Barb assured her she
truly
loved being fantasy raped. It wasn't fantasy rape unless she really pretended to not want it to happen. And it blazed her up like
wildfire
. So since that day, Josie had only upped the ante on her. The mock-leer she held on Babsy's mock-grimace was mock-terrifying.
"
Well
..." cooed Josie, her voice dripping with syrupy malevolence. "I'll tell you what, little one.
"If you hand over that towel right
now
...I
might
go a little easy on ya."
Barbara was of course playing as frightened as could be, and so logically did as her character's captress asked. She let the towel drop to the floor, shielding her tits with one arm and concealing her pussy with the other paw. Josie's smile grew with satisfaction.
"
There
's a good little gal!" she praised, stooping to retrieve it. She rose back up to meet Babsy's eyes.
"Then
again
..." added Jojo, tossing the towel behind her. To her wife-slash-victim's horror, the sadistic smile returned.
"...Maybe I
won't
."
Babs fake-cried again. "Oh, no," she pleaded tearfully. "Please don't..."
Josie mercilessly marched on her, forcing the naked frightened Barbara back into the bedroom. Once she had her cornered, Josie poked her shoulder just enough to coerce her off her feet. and onto the bed. She proceeded to give Barb her next order.
"Now get on up there, sweetie pie. On your back."
Barbara tried to stand up.
"No. I don't want to. Please don't make me."
Josie's expression turned stern, boring into her with cold eyes.
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