Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
The Slut & the Historian
--Post Void--
Conclusion
by Shasa & Jayling
September 2007
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“You’re a lousy liar, Jay.”
Nodding in affirmation, “Yes, well, so I’ve been told.” Unable to maintain eye-contact with the piercing orbs, Jay tried to look anywhere but into emerald pools. “Honey, the thing is, I just didn’t want to worry you. A lot has happened to me recently -- dark things.”
Staring at the dust particles floating in the air, she reminisced back to an earlier time, “Shasa, when I was heading back here for home, I was captured by a band of Asconian raiders. Knowing my high position on the Council, they held me for ransom. But it was during those 2 weeks before my mates finally arrived, that those wretched creatures took their sick pleasure out on me. Honey, they nearly broke me with their brutality and humiliation.” Lifting a few strands of her blonde locks, “The bitches even sheared my mane off.”
Believing this sounded convincing since parts of that old story were true, she felt more confident. “Shasa, I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to have sex again after being fucked up by those cretins.” Her eyes pleaded, “Understand?”
Raising a knowing eyebrow, “I would, Jay, if it were true." She tried to hide her smile as she continued. "But I seem to remember a similar story from a letter that came to the Lodge – about 3 years ago. You forgot to mention that mesmerizing redhead who caught your fancy shortly after the kidnapping, and the whirlwind affair that had you on cloud 9." Shasa grinned and winked her triumph. "Years ago, not weeks.”
Closing her eyes, Jayling mentally kicked herself once again, ‘shit, one of the few times I ever wrote, and it had to be about that...’
“Enough excuses Jay." Shasa leaned in. Her lips ran lightly up the length of a pulsing neck; the tempting earlobe requiring a quick suckle. She continued in a lusty whisper. "Not wanting me is one thing, but your body betrays your lies. I can smell your desire.” Pushing her back up against the table, Shasa snaked a hand down the historian’s waistband, sliding her fingers across a sopping wet cunt. Jay’s hips bucked, her body arching forward at the contact. “You want me to take you,” her husky voice growled as her fingers swirled in the foam of the blonde. "You want to fuck me just as much as I want you."
Emerald eyes pulled back and focused on hazel; Shasa let Jay see all the desire she had for her. "I'll no longer force you over this table." she noted the slight disappointment in the historian's eyes. "And I'll not force your legs apart to fuck you." Total disappointment. "That's not what I want with you now."
Shasa bit her lip, and continued on her chosen path with some anxiety. "I've always wanted you to want me, Jay. I want to be with you - even if it's just once. I want to have you look into my eyes and say you want to be with me. I want you to give yourself to me. I want to fuck, again & again, and I want to love." Shasa smiled and quickly finished. "I promise to make you feel better than you ever have, and to make you cum until you beg me to stop."
Jayling’s mind was spinning; lust nearly overtaking her senses, barely able to form a plan...
Grabbing Shasa’s arm that was still buried in her pants, “Okay okay, I’ll be open with you already!” she hoarsely exclaimed. “I’ll show you my answer -- if you do several things for me.” Shasa’s eyes signaled her to continue.
“uhh, first remove your hand, sailor.” Shasa hesitated but slowly withdrew from the sopping, heated cavern she had cupped in her palm. Grinning wickedly, she coated Jay’s lips with the evidence found within, then sucked each finger into her own greedy mouth.
Trying to get her breathing under control was becoming very difficult. Slowly, Jay began drawing figure-eight patterns along Shasa’s arms until she saw a slight shudder from the woman, then grasped her forearms and looked into the depth of emeralds. “I’ll show you, if you promise not to ask me what happened.” Jayling glanced down at the fading yellow marks and cuts still visible on her own chest. Looking back up, “Promise?”
“Your past is your own, Jay.” Shasa nodded once. “I promise.”
Jay pressed her body into Shasa, arms wound tightly around her back, pulling her in close. The blonde’s head rested upon her shoulder, relishing in the feel of their breasts melding into one. Keeping one hand on her back, she slid the other onto a firm ass, pushing her hips forward. In slow erotic circles, Jay’s cunt rubbed against Shasa’s. A moan escaped both their lips. Nipping a lobe, she husked into her ear, “Yes, love, I want you.”
Faces close, eyes half-lidded. “I’ve desired you for years, sailor. Watching you with one then another; imagining myself there in your embrace. My legs over your shoulders, ankles locked down onto your back, thrusting my cunt up into your face, begging for your tongue to finally suck me, to lick me.”
Shasa moaned as the words teased her.
“Needing your fingers, your cock, to fill me inside, taking me hard and fast until I explode. But you don’t stop, you continue as I plead for mercy – ‘no more’ – and still you aren’t sated, demanding every drop of cum from inside my spent form.” Closing her eyes, she expelled a long low breath.
“So often I dreamed of you taking me. Bent over a table, fucked from behind. Thrusting and ramming unmercifully into my ass, into my pussy; moaning cries and curses of passion, begging you to stop, but lying. Sometimes restrained, other times not.”
Their breath quickening, faces flushed. “Another takes place on knees and also prone. You above me, smothering your cunt into my face, demanding your need; impatient at my teasing as you rock and grind hard against my mouth. Your juices slathered all over my face, chin, even dripping onto my chest. You continue bucking and grinding, your fists clenched in my hair, until you scream out a thundering release.” She exhaled another unsteady breath.
Stroking Shasa’s face with light fingertips, down one cheek, around half-parted lips, “Yes, love. I want to feel your belt on my ass, your whip across my back, your cocks filling me, pushing me beyond my limits. To have your hands slide up my skin, mine up yours, our bodies pressed close into one another, giving and taking, receiving and loving, over and over again.”
“So to answer your question, yes, I want to be with you, for us both to love and be filled.”
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Shasa pulled back from the wench, her eyes glazed over in lust. With one fluid motion, she picked Jayling up, threw her over her shoulder, and bolted from the Archives. The historian held on for dear life as the sailor thundered down the halls, finally bursting into her own room. Thrown upon the bed, she had but a moment to catch her bearings while Shasa bolted the door.
As Jay began to stand, the sailor was suddenly there in front of her, shredding their clothes. Shasa was out of control. Knowing she needed to cum before there was any hope of regaining her senses, she threw the naked Jayling to the floor and immediately straddled her face, pinning the historian’s biceps beneath her shins.
Jayling was dazed at the speed of the abduction, and the desire she saw in the slut’s eyes. Shasa’s pussy was soaked and hovering just above her face. Chest heaving, Shasa’s normally silky voice was raw with need, “best take a breath Jay, cuz you’ll not get another for a while.”
Jay inhaled to speak, and was instantly silenced with the hot juices of the slut. Shasa ground into her face, body lurching as she felt Jay’s tongue, lips, chin and nose all working towards her gratification. “Yes!” she cried, as the long-desired historian serviced her need. Her fingers entwined in the blonde strands, rocking hard against her face, body taut, nipples hard.
Shasa was soon ready to cum – the erotic words of her bedmate had seen to that. Her hips bucked in pleasure as an orgasm roared up from within. Jay held on tightly to the thrashing slut, gasping air as best she could, sucking hard at the nub that she knew was the gatekeeper.
Hips snapped, painfully forcing Shasa’s cunt against Jay’s face. She pulled the blonde’s hair towards her, delighting in the whimpering of her captured servant. She felt the desperate sucking and licking, and the struggle for breath. Shasa closed her eyes, breasts heaving, and pulled Jay harder into her sopping folds.
Shasa suddenly gasped and mashed her pussy down, cutting off all possible oxygen. Jay reacted as she must, and began to fight for air. Then the bellow that began in Shasa’s belly, rocketed through her. Rising up slightly, her back arched as a screaming roar came from her mouth and shook the rafters. Jay’s burning lungs gasped in air.
A flood of cum released and Jay pushed back into the source, eager to drink all she could. Shasa gazed down at the lapping woman and smiled gratefully. Now that the edge was off, she could fuck her endlessly.
~~~
Jay’s ass was exquisite. Shasa stood behind her, gazing at the globes with appreciation. Shasa grinned as she came out of her reverie to note that she’d been absently lubing her cock as she admired them.
And Jay herself was a surprise. No fight at all when Shasa had bent her over a waist high padded bench and secured her ankles and wrists to a spreader bar attached to the base of the bench. In fact, she’d smiled and as she bent over, a flood of cum sparkled on her thighs.
“You know you’re beautiful, don’t you?” the sailor whispered as she continued to stroke herself. “Know also that I’ll not reopen any of these wounds.” Jayling tensed at these words and began to speak, when instead she grunted as the first slap hit her exposed ass. Shasa avoided the healing wounds, only lightly coloring the historian’s ass and thighs with carefully placed belt strikes.
Shasa took liberal advantage of the trussed woman. Dropping the belt, she ran her hands over Jay’s sopping pussy, and chuckled at the desperate attempt she made to get relief. “Patience dear, Jay. I did promise to make you cum a dozen times, and my word is good.”
Shasa stepped behind her and let the red hot skin of the whipping warm her own body. Jay moaned and whimpered, trying hard not to beg to be fucked. Shasa gripped her large cock, and guided it into the wetness waiting. Jay’s legs buckled, and Shasa reminded her she could let her weight fall onto the bench.
The hot wet cunt. Shasa closed her eyes and felt the bulbous head of her cock snaking through the folds, teasing her clit, then perching at her seeking hole. Jay shook with need. Shasa pushed in only an inch – just enough to get Jay to strain against her bonds and yell with desire. In an inch and out; in an inch and out. Over and again, she mercilessly teased the woman who had sucked her off so well. “A fitting punishment for all those times when you teased me, Jay – stoking my passions and then dashing my hope.”
Jay was nearly sobbing with need when Shasa plunged in the full 8 inches of shaft. She lurched and screamed for the first six strokes, then settled in to the fucking, and pushed back for more. Shasa pounded into her cunt until she came twice, screaming like a banshee, and then laughed when Jay begged her to stop. “Sorry, love, but I don’t believe you really want me to.”
Shasa would not stop fucking this prize. She fucked the hole, abused the tits, and reached round to slide fingers against the pulsing clit that was straining to reach another orgasm. Shasa pulled another two orgasms from the historian with ease, then pulled out a dripping cock, spread jay’s ass cheeks, and split her wide.
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Shasa stood stock still, waiting for the historian’s sobs to subside, waiting for the tight ass to relax its death grip on her cock. Slowly she began to move out, smiling as Jay whimpered at the loss. Shasa sighed deeply, making a great show of her disappointment. “You’re just too damn tight, hun.” She shrugged. “Guess that’s it!”
Shasa walked behind the frustrated woman as the cursing began, trying not to laugh as she liberally lubed her cock. Silence was immediate when she spread her ass cheeks again, pressing the tip against the tightly puckered opening. “Oh, maybe we’ll give it one more go.” Shasa mused, as she thrust her hips forward. Once again Jayling screamed and Shasa waited for adjustment. This time it came.
The slut rammed the historian again and again, ignoring her pleas, her tears, and her curses. She buried deep, wrapped arms around the wench, and played with her tits or her clit over and again. Jay came hard and Shasa slowed yet continued her thrusts. Again the blonde screamed in pleasure, rocketing back on the shaft as her endorphins took control. Shasa pulled slowly out, keeping hold of her hips, anticipating the third cumming upon release.
Jay slumped over the bench, murmuring incoherently. Shasa smiled as she removed her cock and picked up another handy item. “Jay?”
“Hhmmm?”
“You’ve got to do this one more time, love.”
“God, no, Shasa, please!”
Shasa smiled as she made the adjustments. “One more time.” Shasa lined up the thick cock and plunged into DJ’s dripping cunt. Obscenities were screamed, though they were overshadowed by the obvious pleasure she was in.
Then Shasa pressed a thin vibrator against her anus, and Jay went rigid. Fully lubed, Jay had no chance at keeping it out, and though she protested, it was easily buried in her ass. “Remember to say thank you, baby.” Shasa smirked as she turned on the little machine.
Jay bucked and screamed, as she pounded her own pussy on Shasa’s big cock; ecstatic at the sensations of being completely filled, and thrown into multiple orgasms.
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Shasa finally showed mercy and removed her from the shackles of the bench. Laying her on the bed, she massaged Jay tenderly, and snuggled her while she dozed. When she woke there would be another round.
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Jay awoke to the distinct pleasure of a tongue on her sex. Lifting a heavy head with difficulty she saw playful emerald eyes watching her. Shasa winked, and then set to her task with abandon.
Jayling’s head slammed back into the pillow. “Sha-saa...” she groaned, “gods, woman, no fucking more -–”
Undaunted by the feeble pleas, the Slut’s well-trained tongue snaked the length of Jay’s slit silencing her further. As she circled around the sensitive clit, hips bucked at the contact. Shasa’s hands slid underneath the wench, hoisting the trembling legs over her shoulders. “Lock ‘em,” she lowly rumbled. Crawling backwards along the crumpled sheets, she dragged the girl to the foot of the bed.
Tongue sliding over the soaked center, circling around velvety lips, sucking and dipping at speeds Jay could barely process, had her in glorious ecstasy. One moment Shasa’s fingers were brutally squeezing tits, the next they were caressing asscheeks. Her mouth continued devouring Jay’s pussy, licking and thrusting into the gaping hole. Deeper she would go with each jab then cruelly back out. The blonde’s whimpers & jerking grew more desperate.
Only the Slut would know if it were pity or her insatiable need for climaxes, but her appetite was peaked. She clamped down onto the engorged nub and took it for a whirlwind ride. Jay’s groans came louder; her whitened knuckles clutching the sheets, trying to push forward into Shasa’s mouth. The angle she was at didn’t allow much control -- that was dictated by the wanton sailor.
Tonguing the throbbing clit, across, over, and around, pressuring more with each pass. A quick nip then another cycle of lashes. Shasa’s fingers dipped inside the sopping cunt coating them completely. With several stabs inside the heated cavern, they then snaked down the open crack; a finger pushed in without warning.
Jayling screamed an obscenity and bucked at the invasion, then quickly settled into the painful pleasure. Her buttocks began rocking with the rhythm of Shasa’s long digits while straining her cunt upwards.
Teeth captured the prized button, mashing tongue down harder, while ramming the tight ass of the wench. Within moments Jay’s legs stiffened, her toes curled down, a sign of her impending explosion. Throat raw from gasping, hoarsely she cried, “yeeess! Sha-saahh!...”
Two deliciously sweet orgasms later, Shasa finally allowed Jay to drift into slumber.
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Rest was not long for the sex-induced lovers, there was more ravishing yet to come. Shasa’s double-ended cock was already inserted, its long, thick shaft protruding forward. Kneeling before her, Jay’s throat involuntarily constricted as she stared at the impressive, yet intimidating, dick of the sailor.
“You want to please me, don’t you?” Shasa tilted the historian’s mouth up towards her, and smiled as she watched the blonde swallow first then open for her. “Wider,” she commanded. Shasa thrust the length into her mouth and down the back of her throat.
She held Jay by the hair, forcing her to cope with the gagging, then with her inability to breathe. The long dick moved back and forth several times before she pulled out and let Jay gasp for air. Then Shasa pushed back in again, making the wench take one more inch, and for just a little bit longer.
Jay coughed and wheezed, tears already welling in her eyes, as she tried to recover quickly; her clit spurting liquid fire. Shasa repeated the process, forcing her to take more, making the wait for air more torturous. Again and again she fucked her mouth, until Jay’s tears flowed continuously, and desperation returned to her eyes.
Shasa finally stopped and gave her an extra minute to catch her breath. She saw the historian’s thighs quivering, and Shasa knew that another orgasm was due. She once again took Jay’s jaw in hand and held her dick at her lips. “Lick me, stem to stern. And you’ll rub yourself as you do.”
DJ slid one hand between her soaked lips and spent a moment getting control of her own passions. She watched Shasa’s lust-filled eyes as her tongue came out and licked from Shasa soaked pussy lips, over her clit, and up the shaft of her cock. The slut couldn’t help the jerk in her hips, or the growling voice that demanded, “Again.”
Jay relished both jobs she performed, her own hips rocking as well, and soon Shasa was thrusting uncontrollably. “Suck me!” she begged. Jay hesitated for a moment, glancing with concern at the gasping slut above her, not sure at all that she wanted the rod jammed down her throat. But the wench immediately complied when Shasa stared at her sternly.
There was no mercy given. Shasa shoved her cock down as far as she could, and held Jay’s hair in a death grip. Shasa pumped her mouth relentlessly, ignoring the gagging and desperation for breath. “Rub yourself hard, Jay!” she cried. The wench complied, though didn’t know how she could continue without a deep breath.
Jay pounded on the slut’s thigh to no avail, then reached out and stroked and pinched her clit, praying that Shasa would cum before she passed out.
But unbelievably, Jay’s hazing mind tried to wrap around the fact that her own roaring orgasm had begun, and her body began to flail uncontrollably. Shasa pumped Jay’s face, thrusting the massive cock even further down her throat. It ripped through every fiber of her being, and she clawed at Shasa to release her.
Shasa began to roar her release. The cock was yanked back, and she gasped for breath while simultaneously cumming.
Both women sank to the floor, exhausted, bodies shaking and just held one another. Their glistening disheveled appearance a beautiful sight to behold.
~~~
Dawn had come and gone as the afternoon sun stood high in the sky. Gathering her discarded, tattered clothing, Jayling snickered when she saw their torn state. “In a hurry last night, eh!”
“Serves ya right for teasing me all those years,” Shasa chuckled back.
Shrugging into the sailor’s white Vee’d shirt, the historian smirked as her eyes flashed a satisfied ‘so there’ at the prone woman lounging on the bed.
Gingerly walking to the bed, she leaned down for a parting kiss. “Thank you, love, for desiring me as much as I did you... and for never giving up,” Jay softly whispered.
Glancing back before departing, “Impressive collection ya have here, sailor.” Her hazels twinkled as she marveled at all the toys, “I may need to borrow a few someday!”
Shasa smiled. "This isn't the Archives, Jay. You can't check em out like a book... they don't leave the room without the owner firmly attached to them." The slut then winked. "But I'm quite fond of the practice of women coming here to learn firsthand about each and every one." Shasa licked her lips and smirked. "And the maximum usage time is two weeks, in order to make sure that others get a fair shot."
Jayling blushed at her seductive suggestions. “I’ll keep those lessons in mind.”
Opening the door she turned back, mouthing ‘thank you’ to the incredible Shasa Jin Umi.
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The End - 'The Slut & the Historian' -- by Shasa & Jayling