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   Subject: ARCHIVE: Mr.  Wade 124

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   THIS IS A REPOST OF A PIECE FROM THE ARCHIVES.  IT WAS NOT WRITTEN BY
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   I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY ARE, AND TAKE NO
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   ++ MrWade124 ++

   MRWADE.124 BY MASTER WADE

   Copyright 1992

   By Wade Mondegam

   Girls in the Wood

   Chapter Thirteen

   It was Sandra's turn to be devoured.  Cindi and Janet were all

   over her, lips, tongues and fingers probing, caressing, delighting.

   Sandra was still on the couch, but was naked now, her clothing

   scattered about the room where it had landed when tossed to the side

   by the two girls who had stripped her.  Her legs were lewdly spread

   apart.  Her juices coated her inner thighs, ran down the crack of her

   ass.  Her breasts were wet with saliva, her nipples hard like little

   stones, her pulse rapid.

   They had taken turns with her sex, kneeling alternately between

   her legs and licking her.  At one point they had both sucked her

   breasts, their soft lipsticked lips clamped on her, suckling her,

   their teeth biting on the tender but firm nubs.  Sandra had groaned

   when they had bitten her nipples, but the juice that coated the girls

   fingers told them it was not a request for them to stop.

   She was close to coming now, but had been for quite some time.

   Janet was kissing her mouth hotly now, her eager young tongue busily

   working both in and out of her.  Cindi was worse than any clothespin

   or clamp that Sandra had ever known.  She bit hard and didn't let up,

   unless it was to change her position a bit or swallow.  While she bit

   and sucked at Sandra's nipple the fingers of both her hands were busy

   at her bottom.  With one hand she worked two fingers out of her

   drenched pussy, with the other hand she worked one digit in and out

   of her tight but easily fuckable asshole.

   Janet's hand was also busy at Sandra's sex, two of her fingers

   joining Cindi's in their assault, her palm rubbing against the stiff

   little clitoris that poked itself outward in reply to its caress.

   "Kiss me down there, someone...please!", Sandra breathed, her

   words garbled by Janet's kisses, but still understandable.

   Pulling their fingers from her holes, the two girls turned her,

   laying her lengthwise on the couch, spreading her legs open widely by

   draping one of them across the back of it and resting the other foot

   on the floor.  Janet knelt between her legs and quickly pressed her

   mouth against the wet lips, her tongue darting inside.

   Cindi straddled Sandra, resting her knee between her and the

   back of the couch.  She lowered her naked sex to Sandra's mouth,

   holding her lips open with her fingers and settling gently, feeling

   Sandra's nose and mouth touching her wetness.

   "So good!", Sandra moaned, "smells so good, tastes so good!"

   Her words excited Cindi, and she lowered herself even further,

   her wet sex spreading itself against the blonde's face.  It was

   suffocating and she had to struggle to breathe for a second, but was

   able to get her hands against Cindi's bottom and to raise her just

   enough that she could catch her breath.  Then she lowered her once

   more, eager to have the wet pussy tight against her face.

   Janet repositioned herself.  Being cramped at the foot of the

   couch, she got up and draped herself over the arm of it.  Supporting

   herself in this manner her arms and hands were free.  With one hand

   she reached back to her ass and began working a finger into her own

   anus.  The other hand reached below Sandra's pussy and slid easily

   into her anus.  Cindi watched through eyes glazed with passion.

   "That's it, little ass-girl," she hissed at Janet.  "Work those

   butts, you little tramp!  Fuck yourself in the ass!"

   Janet grew even hotter at Cindi's lurid remarks and slid her

   finger out of Sandra's ass just long enough to raise her head and

   suck the finger for Cindi.  She made a show of it, wanting Cindi to

   know that she did, in fact, love ass.

   "Yea, Baby!  Yea!  Eat ass for Mistress Cindi!  Eat ass and smell

   ass and be a dirty little ass eating bitch cunt-lover whore!" She

   grunted, as Sandra's tongue slid from her pussy to her ass and jabbed

   at her anus.  Her words had inflamed more than one ass girl.

   The air was thick with the smell of sex as the three girls

   played nasty with each other, doing anything that would make them

   hotter, anything that would make them come big.

   It doesn't get any sluttier than this, Sandra thought to

   herself, her tongue digging into Cindi's asshole.  She loved being

   with other women, both for tender moments and especially for the

   moments such as this one, when anything could happen and almost

   everything did.

   Cindi was grabbing at Sandra's left tit now, squeezing it enough

   to bruise it, pinching and pulling hard at her already sore nipple as

   if she was trying to tear it from her breast.  Her right hand was

   clawing at her sex, her nails dragging across her lips and clitoris,

   making her hips squirm against Sandra's hungry mouth.  She watched

   Janet's left hand pumping up and down above her bent-over bottom, the

   middle finger extended, moving in and out of her asshole.

   One, two, three.  Their orgasms piled onto one another, igniting

   like linked firecrackers, one explosion hot after the previous one.

   Sweaty naked girl bodies hunched and writhed, nasty grunts and groans

   and moans accompanied squishy fucking pussy sounds as ladies fucked

   and sucked, fingered and ate, girls on girls, bi-sluts alive and in

   love and naked as the day they were born.

   Cindi stepped back over the panting Sandra, reluctantly moving

   her ass away from her face.  Janet raised herself and stepping back

   around in front of the couch, knelt beside it and kissed Sandra

   gently on the mouth.  She could both smell and taste Cindi on her

   lips and tongue, and in spite of the strength of her orgasm she felt

   herself growing aroused again already.

   Cindi watched Janet with warm surprise.  Sometimes it really did

   seem as if the sweet young girl couldn't get enough.  She'd known

   alot of bi-girls and alot of lesbians as well, but never one any

   hungrier than Janet.  It seemed to Cindi that most lesbians were as

   caught up in romance and living together as they were in actual sex

   with their girlfriends.  It was for that reason that she usually

   preferred bi-girls who seemed to be more avid pussy eaters than the

   lesbians.  They got sidetracked on cock at times, but when they were

   in a pussy eating mood they were hard to beat.  She would definitely

   have to stay in touch with this one.  Yes, indeed.

   "Cover me with a blanket?", Sandra asked Janet, sweetly.  "I'm

   ready for a nap, I think.  Want to take one with me?"

   Janet declined, but found a blanket in the closet by the

   fireplace and covered Sandra gently.

   While Sandra napped and Cindi busied herself in the kitchen,

   Janet stepped out onto the deck where she had watched the others with

   so much frustration only the day before.  It felt good to be past

   that period of deprivation Master had imposed on her, but yet she

   looked back on it fondly.  It truly had served to heighten her

   arousal, to make her want it even more.

   She wanted it even more now; that was the unbelievable part.

   She'd just had one of the most powerful orgasms of her young life,

   and yet it still wasn't enough.  That it wasn't enough excited her,

   but yet she felt ashamed of her desires as well.  She was a bad girl,

   but other than being ashamed of that and humiliated when others

   mentioned it, it didn't bother her to be bad.  She liked it, in fact.

   When she was bad it made her wet and when she was wet it made her

   want to be bad.  It was an endless cycle and she wanted someone to

   keep her on track, to keep her going around and around and around

   from one badgirl thing to another.

   Janet didn't want to be bad just a little bit, she wanted to be

   bad as much as she wanted anything else she could think of.  Oh, she

   had other goals and aspirations for her life, of course.  She wasn't

   crazy or anything.  Still, there were alot of hours in a day, more

   hours than it took her to take care of all those other things.

   Plenty of time to be bad.

   She had discovered that a girl could be pretty naughty just on

   her own, if she worked at it.  Janet had begun masturbating at a very

   early age.  So early, in fact, that she usually lied about it when

   the question came up.  She didn't know if she had just developed

   earlier than some of her friends, or if there had been something

   about her homelife that prompted her to become sexually aware at an

   earlier age, but whatever it had been she had enjoyed it.  If there

   was something bad about it, well, then that was just another star in

   her little bad-girl crown, wasn't it?

   At first her fantasies had been about boys; some of them her

   own age, others older, much older than she wanted anyone to know

   about.  When she allowed herself to she could go back in her mind to

   those early fantasies and almost feel as if she were there again,

   experiencing those new, powerfully erotic feelings for the first

   time.

   When Janet was fourteen her nineteen year old cousin, Beth,

   visited with her parents for one whole week during the summer.  It

   had been Beth who had opened Janet's eyes to the enjoyment of other

   girls, gently but firmly guiding her hands and lips in a tour of her

   body.

   After that week with Beth it was years before Janet was with

   another girl sexually, but she fantasized about it regularly,

   remembering Beth, and picturing herself with other girls she knew.

   But all that was in the past.  What Janet wanted now, what she

   needed now, was someone like Master Wade who understood the bad girl

   in her and who loved her, not in spite of the bad girl in her, but

   also because of the bad girl part of herself.  She and Beth had

   discussed their earlier experiences only a few months ago, and Beth

   had bemoaned her fate in being married to a man who could never

   accept that part of her.  She had thought it wouldn't matter to her,

   but she knew now that it did.  Janet wasn't going to make that same

   mistake.

   Cindi watched quietly through the sliding glass doors.  Janet

   was in another world, or something.  She stood there naked, staring

   out at the lake, almost as if in a trance.  She was motionless except

   for her hand which moved slowly up and down between her legs as she

   rubbed her pussy openly.  Cindi smiled.  She wondered what was going

   through Janet's mind.  Whatever it was, it was there alot, that was

   for sure.

   Continued in Chapter Fourteen

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