Brutal Passion

Category: Female Solo (F)
Submitted by: Helen Age: 26 Gender: Female

While this was, to a large extent, a solo event, as it was at Claire's suggestion, and with her watching my every move, it became an FF some time later. I am changing in a most fundamental way. Claire is leading me along a path that is both terrifying and exhilerating. Perhaps it is not that she is leading, although she is showing me things about my body I have never dreamed I would like, I think perhaps it is truer to say that she and I are journeying together. I dearly would like her to write her experiences and feelings here. Perhaps, in time, she will.

The beach this afetrnoon is as idylic as tropical beaches are. White sand, blue ocean and the soft tropical breeze calming the heat from the sun into subtleness. We lay on our towels, topless, of course. I find that I am enjoying not only the kiss of the sun on my body, but also, becuase of my inate shyness, the fact that my breasts are exposed. Not that there are that many people to see me. This little beach is hidden away, approachable only by boat and there are only perhaps a dozen or so couples sharing it with us, and they are spread widely apart.

Claire raises herself onto her elbows and surveys the scene before us. I sense her restlessness and feel that we are on the threshold of something unique. "Geez, Helen. I love this. I'm sure that guy is checking us out." I look over to where she points. There is a man there alone, bronzed and well shaped. "I bet he could fuck the pair of us." I shiver internally at her use of words. Claire is far more worldly wise than I, and I love her coarsness. When she is aroused, I now know, her vocabulary descends into the salaciousness of the gutter. She continues; "I bet he would like to stick it right up your cunt, Helen." She has learned quickly, in these last few days what arouses me, and domination, crudity of speech are key elements in that process.

She continues to describe exactly what she would tell him to do to me. I find myself flooding into my bikini bottoms and Claire notices the arching of my hips with each expletive. She takes my hand and places it between my legs. "Go on Helen. Do yourself. Right here, right now." Then pushes my hand into my bikini bottoms. Like her, I too am now shaven, and although I am a little sore from the razor, I love the feeling. I start to masturbate under my bikini. For a while, this pleases her, then, I feel her tug the little bows at the sides and suddenly, I am totally naked. Now, though, I do not seem to care. Claire rumages in her bag, and presses something into my hand. Now I know where she went this morning in such secrecy. I am shocked to realise that I am lying naked on the beach, my legs being pulled apart by my best friend, and I have a dildo in my hand.

Claire guides my hand as I am forced to press it inside me. Her diatribe continues. "That's it. Fuck her. Fuck Helen while I watch your cock slide in and out of her. Fuck her tight little hole harder. Yes, Yessss, thats right. Do it inside her." I feel myself starting to cum and I join in her fantasy "Oh please. Please do it in me. Fill me" I can speak no more as my orgasm tears my soul apart. It is some time later, I feel, before I am again aware of my surroundings. I am still lying on my back with my legs spread apart and the dildo inside me. Claire is a short distance away and I see the muscle bound god as he fingers her. I don't need to join in. I just need to watch as he gives her what she so desperately needs; that which I with only my fingers and tongue cannot. He is rough with her, almost violent, rape like. This is no gentle romantic encounter. This is primal, earthy and breathaking beautiful. As they both find release together, I doubt they have even exchanged names.

In the villa Claire strips naked and I see his seed running down her leg. Suddenly, I am galvanised into action and I am all over her. I can deny neither her nor myself anything. My hands and lips are all over her. I taste his saltiness as I bring my friend to orgasm and I know, beyond doubt, that I am hers and she is mine. I am no longer the retiring, oh so proper, well educated sophisticate. I am lustful, depraved; I am her whore and I have lost myself, or, perhaps, have found myself for the first time in my life.

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]