My Destiny

The following chapter of this story, "My Destiny," takes the lead Character further down her path in life, exploring her sexual limits and life challenges. I opened by revisiting the cause of Elizabeth's journey down her own path, not one dictated by tradition and family.

While the story predominantly contains a same-sex (Lesbian) theme, there is an occasional "Incest and Bisexual themes" If this is not your thing, I apologise. I am also dropping additional bits to the storyline that will allow me to develop the main characters further should you, the reader, be interested.

I hope you enjoy this latest instalment, and as always, I appreciate your feedback.

Version 02, Please enjoy

The still morning air was refreshing as I ran off my sleep before a new day of work and adventure. Even though the sun was rising over this fantastic country, the heat was already evident, indicating it would be another scorcher. My morning runs always allowed me to clear my head and sort out any emotions that were running wild. Lately, they have allowed me to think about my life's direction in the last six months.

My name is Elizabeth Richards. I am the Daughter of Marcus and Johannah and twin to Eric. My family is amongst the wealthiest and oldest in the United States. My life should have been one of luxury and ease with a destiny set from the day I was born. However, I was born female, and my father's old-fashioned ways and thinking tried to form me into a subservient future wife to someone of his choosing. He didn't count on my independent streak or the subtle influence of my mother.

My whole world was turned upside down when, not long after my last birthday, my brother attempted to climb into bed with me. I rewarded his efforts with a swift kick in the crotch, rupturing one of his testicles.

My father unleashed his full wrath, and not only did he whip me to near unconsciousness, but he stole my innocence. I did try to fight back as he fucked me, and for this, I received a further beating.

It took weeks for me to be able to walk again. My wounds did heal, but I was left with scars on my back and thighs, giving me a permanent reminder of that day. After I recovered, he sent me to boarding school in Australia. At the time, I hated my mother for not standing up to me and stopping my torture, but I recently found out that she had instigated the whole scheme to get me away from my father's influence.

My mother had manipulated my father into sending me "into isolation" to allow me to grow out of my rebellious stage and thus accept his wishes for my future. She wanted me free to become the person I wanted to be, not the one dictated by my father.

The day I left the house was like being banished, with no love, no good wishes, just a stern look from my mother before the driver dropped me off at the airport to start my new life. Since I left, I have met six of the world's most unique and loving people. Annie was the first person I met in Australia when she picked me up from the airport. She was one of my future teachers and sporting coaches, and her husband, Michael, is a fantastic friend who has, without much effort, hooked me on gliding and parachuting. Then, my best friend and lover, Bella, and her parents, Hannah and Ryan.

Last but not least, there is my friend, confident Julie. My mother commissioned her to help manage my financial and legal needs. I also now know she has been feeding information back to my mother about my welfare and achievements.

After the school year finished a week ago, I joined Bella and her family on their farm for the first half of the holidays. Their property was about a ten-hour drive West of the school and operated as a grain and beef farm. The country was breathtaking, and I spent any free moment indulging in my one true hobby, photography. I had become good with the camera over the years, and before the end of the school year, I won several accolades in the World Photography Society portrait competition. I also received an offer to do some private work for one of my school's patrons, Steven and Sophie Phillips.

I am a fit 17-year-old, just over six foot in height, with a trim athletic body and nice firm 32B breasts. I was blessed with flaming red hair and emerald green eyes that complemented my natural beauty. Apart from the scars on my back, the one flaw in my body is my enlarged clit. It stands out above my labia, and when aroused, it stands erect like a little pink hooded penis. Despite my initial embarrassment about this abnormality, my partners love it as it is large enough to rub inside their lips, giving additional erotic stimulation.

Unlike my father, who was very traditional in his thinking about marriage and regular relationships, Bella's parents were more accepting of my sexuality and relationship with their Daughter. They even allowed us to share a bed during my stay.

Of course, I couldn't keep my private life simple, as well, and I enjoyed many erotic adventures with her mum; I have also enjoyed relationships with all my close friends. There are no secrets between us, and our love is undeniable.

When I returned to the house, I sat on the veranda swing to enjoy the scenery and some much-needed water. The whole house was quiet except for some sounds in the kitchen. I knew it would be Ryan making his breakfast. Sure enough, a few moments later, the peace was shattered when he opened the door holding two cups of coffee. Ryan handed one to me before taking a seat next to me. After he sipped his brew, he looked at me and noticed the look of deep thought. He said, "A Penny for your thoughts". This was one of his many sayings and, at that moment, seemed an apt thing to say.

I told him I had been thinking a lot about what had happened to me over the last few months, particularly what my mother had done for me without me being able to thank her or, for that matter, appreciate what she had sacrificed for my happiness. I also told him about the confusion I felt about my lack of shame and embarrassment of having multiple sexual relationships with my dearest friends, all while being in a loving relationship with Bella.

I'm not sure he was expecting my comments, but he didn't hesitate to reply. We talked about my family, and one comment I remember was when he asked if I thought my mother became trapped in her life and, while content, wanted me to take my path to my future.

When we moved the conversation to our multiple partners, I couldn't help but ask him about the morning at the pool when I gave him and Michael a blow job. His surprise was evident when I asked him why he didn't try to take things further and have sex with me. His response made me realise exactly why I loved and respected him. He told me that I had made him so excited that he could quickly have taken me there and then, but that's not the way consent and respect work. No matter what happens now or in the future, I will always be in the driver's seat regarding my desires and our mutual fun. He told me he was aware of what my father had done to me and that it would never happen again. He leaned in, kissed me, and hugged me again, telling me never to forget that I am my own person and nobody can take that away.

We sat silently for a moment before Hannah joined us for a morning coffee. Ryan gave up his seat for her and kissed her before heading to the shed to check their car before Hannah and Bella headed to town. After he left, I cuddled up to Hannah and placed my head against her breasts. She put her arm over my shoulder, and we enjoyed each other's warmth and company.

Hannah broke the silence by asking me if I was OK. She showed genuine concern for my well-being, especially given the mental turmoil I had been suffering from over the last few months. I told her I was starting to regain my focus but was still trying to process many of the why-me questions. I also told her about the conversation I had just had with Ryan. She was impressed with her husband's wisdom; her love for him was undeniable.

She didn't add to the advice but just told me that many lives had changed for the better since I came to Australia. I haven't left a wake of destruction in my path. Instead, I have enhanced their love beyond anything I could imagine. As for my worry, she told me to put my mind at ease as we were all past the age of consent, and as long as we remain honest and respect each other's limits, it is alright to keep our discrete adventures going. With this, she gave me a passionate kiss before telling me to get Bella out of bed as they had a bit of a drive to get through.

In my short time in Australia, I have found the locals have a strange sense of time and distance. The drive Hannah was talking about was a five-hour one-way trip to the next main town, and the last time I heard "not far now", I put six hours of highway experience in my learner driver log book.

Bella was still dozing when I entered our room. Since we got home, she had been a little lazy with her early morning fitness regime. Our late-night sexual encounters could have been a part of this, but I wasn't going to give her that excuse to use.

She looked stunning lying on her back, her blonde hair an absolute mess covering her pillow. She was naked except for the sheet covering her waist and legs. Our vibrators, along with the silk ropes I had used on her the previous night, lay on the bedside table.

I stripped off my running clothes before carefully pulling back the sheet to expose her in all her naked glory. Bella was gorgeous. Her shaved mound, framed by her perfect lips, set my passion alight. I knelt next to her and lowered my mouth to her pussy, savouring the smell of her sex. I gently slid my tongue along her slit, bottom to top, which elicited a low moan from her lips. She was still asleep when I pushed my tongue in and found her clit. I gently flicked it, which was enough for her juices to start flowing and her hips to wiggle. She called my name in a low voice, which spurred me on. I was so horny playing with her that I picked up one of the vibrators and slipped it into my wet and very aroused pussy. This sent chills up my spine but didn't disrupt my play with Bella.

As I continued to stimulate her, she started to wake from her dreams, coming alert when she saw my head pressed against her crotch. She placed both hands on my head, trying to get me to go faster and not give up. She was panting for more, and as my climax was reaching its peak, Bella was near her orgasmic cliff.

I pushed her over her edge when I slipped two fingers into her tunnel and started to fuck her with them. She screamed my name as her pleasure hit, her nectar squirting over my hands as her body bucked from the climactic waves that ran through her body. At the same time, my pleasure let go, and as it hit, I grabbed Bellas's hips and suckled on her aroused clit like my life depended on it. This was enough to set others off again.

Eventually, she pushed my head away from her thighs, panting from her morning wake-up call. I turned up and withdrew the vibrator before joining her on the bed for a post-coital cuddle. We kissed and held each other as she recovered from her high before I told her she had to get up. With a laugh and a punch to my arm, I helped her from our bed and pushed her towards the bathroom door.

I enjoyed a quick shower with her, being careful only to wash and not start any more play, but I did take my time making sure she was dry before helping apply moisturiser to the hard-to-reach parts of her body. My hand slipped a few times, massaging her pussy lips and breasts, but apart from that, we tried to behave ourselves.

Bella was very adventurous regarding lingerie; she kept a fascinating collection for special occasions or when she just wanted to give herself a little thrill. Before I met her, my underwear was very practical. However, her influence has seen me lean more toward lovely feminine briefs and bras but also some spectacularly erotic and kinky lingerie sets. Today, she selected a sheer matching pink bra and panty set that led to little imagination about what they covered. She then wore comfortable straight-cut pants and a comfortable western-styled shirt. Her outfit was finished off with her good boots and, of course, an Akubra hat. She looked stunning, and I would have willingly helped her undress, except we were interrupted by a knock on the door and Hannah telling us to get a move on.

Where Bella was dressed to kill, my work wear was more practical: jeans, a work shirt, a baseball hat, sunglasses, and my work boots, which lay near the front door. Bella loved this look and couldn't help but kiss me while telling me how annoyingly cute I was.

Ryan and I kissed both the ladies before we saw them off. I would have loved to join them, but I knew they needed some mother-daughter time together, especially after the events of the past couple of weeks, and it would have just been the third wheel. They would only be gone for three days, and I knew I could survive without Bella's love for that long. Besides, I was over the moon with the new world that had opened up to me with life on the land.

Ryan finished making our lunch while discussing our plan for the next few days. The recent weather had allowed Ryan to get all his paddocks prepped for planting. With my assistance, he was well ahead of his plan, and we hoped to wrap up in the next two days. That day, he put me on the old D9 caterpillar while he took the newer tractor.

Out of all the vehicles I have experienced in the last week, from motorbikes to trucks, the tractors were the biggest thrill. The new tractor, the one with the air conditioning, was so comfortable to drive and had more technology to help the operator than I thought possible. By contrast, the old dozer, my stead for the day, was over twenty years old, had an open cabin, and its nod to technology consisted of a couple of gauges and a small two-way radio, and I couldn't care less.

Ryan helped me with the daily checks and greased the drive wheels before he let me start it up and back up to the waiting plough. I was becoming quite proficient with operating the machines, but I still asked for help, and hooking up the equipment was one of those times. Ryan guided me in, and in no time, I was hooked up and headed out to my allocated field.

It took me nearly twenty minutes to get into the start position. Then, following my checklist and previous lessons, I lowered the side arms on the plough, put my earbuds in under my ear defenders, and got to work.

Back home, you hear the saying everything is bigger in Texas. Well, those who say that have never been to outback Australia. Ryan's property had been the family for over a hundred years and, while small compared to others, covered just over 15000 square kilometres. It was prime beef and grain country and took most of Ryan's time to keep it running. He had help at muster time, but most of the time, it was just him and Hannah, and whenever she was not in school, Bella.

The paddock I was working on would take me all day to complete, and while some people would call driving around in circles all day boring, I loved it. The time alone gave me time to think about my situation. I stewed over the conversation I had with Hannah and Ryan that morning while also revisiting all the significant turn of events that saw me go from a mansion in America with countless staff to sitting on a tractor in outback Australia covered in dust and sweat.

Apart from a brief stop for lunch, I kept going until I finished just before sunset. I returned to the shed after dark and found Ryan just finishing refuelling his tractor. He helped me with the fuel for mine before I parked it up, and we headed to the house for dinner and, in my case, a much-needed wash.

After I washed the day's dust from my hair and body, I dressed in a white lace pair of panties and an oversized pink cotton shirt. My breasts were visible through the material, and when I bent over, you couldn't help but notice my firm, panty-clad butt.

Ryan was preparing our dinner when I returned to the kitchen. He had his back to me and asked me to grab a couple of drinks and set the table. I was bending over the table when I heard the clatter of some dropped cooking utensils and turned to see him staring at my long legs and tight bum. His face contained a look of amazement and total lust.

Seeing him standing there, freshly showered and dressed only in a T-shirt and shorts, was enough to get my active teenage hormones boiling. I walked up to him, and while I kissed him, I reached behind and turned off the cooktop.

I lowered myself to my knees, feeling his body as I went. I felt him through his shorts and slowly massaged his growing cock to its entire rigid state. When I was ready, I pulled his shorts down and released his manhood, taking hold of it in my small feminine hand. I slowly massaged its full-length several times before I moved forward and took his magnificent specimen into my eager mouth.

I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, sliding it against his pulsating shaft, curling it around the base. I was very much an amateur at sucking cock; in fact, this was only my third attempt, but what I lacked in experience, I tried to make up with my enthusiasm. I placed my lips over his generously sized circumference, and bit by bit; I managed to take him to the back of my throat before pulling back. I was trying to keep a steady pace with my mouth while one hand played with his testicles and the other tickled his very tender rectum. I looked up into his eyes, enjoying the look on his face while I held him in my clutches. I closed my mouth around his shaft, my lips forming a seal about six inches along the length of his cock. My cheeks hollowed, my tongue pressed against the underside of his prick, and I began to inhale his cock.

"Oooh... God!" a low moan was all he was able to say, his hands resting on my head as I once again started to bob up and down on his manhood. I was sucking him so hard. It was as if I was trying to suck every bit of flavour out of it, trying to suck out the cum that had been stored in his swollen balls out through his pores. I swivelled my mouth around his shaft, trying to work every angle, trying to bring him to his climax. I offered no hesitation as I continued to work him for all my worth. I wanted and needed his nectar in my mouth, and I continued to suck him with a passion that was overtaking my soul.

As I continued to try and suck him free of his pent-up desires, I pressed a finger against his very tight rectum and pressed. His knees buckled as he let out a moan, his rectum clenched around my finger, but each time he relaxed, I pressed in further until I made it to my second knuckle.

I was practically attacking his hard cock, sucking at him with the enthusiasm of a teenage girl who just discovered her love of semen. Growls were escaping from deep in my throat almost unconsciously as his cock smoothly slid in and out of my wet, hot mouth.

He was so close I could feel his need to release. He was leaning against the wall, trying to stay upright, his knees shaking as I kept my pace. I don't know how long it took, but eventually, he cried out that he was about to cum. Instead of releasing him, I tried to take him into my throat when I felt him shudder and cry out my name. He shot wave after wave of his hot semen into my mouth; I was able to contain the first couple of ropes, but then it became too much, and his seed began dribbling out the side of my mouth.

After he shot his final rope, I continued to suck him until he had no more to give before standing up and passionately kissing him on the lips. He let my tongue explore his mouth, sharing the taste of his nectar. He was spent from his orgasm, his knees weak as a little kitten, but he held me tight, not wanting this moment to end. I helped him get dressed and sit at the table; with a final kiss, I finished preparing our dinner.