Rika shook her head, drawing in a deep breath to clear her mind. She came back to herself, feeling the new sensation of a growing erection. She was close to where she had been with the girl, and still unversed in how to control her body. The memory had been so real that she could almost still smell the faint fragrance that her target had worn, and it played on her subconscious enough to keep her on edge.
Had the memory come a minute earlier, she would have walked through town with a raging, fat hard-on on full display. As it was, she only had sand, rocks and the ocean to show her physique off to, having crossed the border from sidewalk to beach to crawl over the last borders of rough boulders between her and her destination.
The girl from Rika's dream lay there, in the sand. She was curled up awkwardly, but there were no signs of death or of violent struggle. She just laid there in the sand, half on her towel, looking peaceful. A momentary lull in the wind brought the faint sound of steady breathing to Rika’s ears. The girl was sleeping.
Awash with the cold, purging comfort, Rika moved closer. Her foot stepped on something foreign, something not sand or stone, and her startled reflexes made her jump backwards. She had not uttered a sound, but she was on high alert. Despite how pleasant the beach's landscape was, to her there was nothing as disgusting as the creatures that inhabited it, and they did occasionally wash up. She looked down.
What Rika had stepped on was no dead crab or wet piece of seaweed but a wallet made of brown, well-worn leather. With a glance at the awkwardly sleeping girl, Rika took a moment and looked inside. There were plastic cards for all sorts of services as well as a few paper tickets, and a picture. She cast a glance at a card, reading the name. Nina Catarina. The two women were from the same city, too. The tickets were from various sightseeing tours.
The picture had obviously been taken while the two people on it had been unaware of the cameraman or woman. Nina’s slender frame, easy smile and dirty-blonde hair was covered by a straw hat and a loose, pale green summer dress. The man she held hands with had short, dark brown curls and a smile to die for. He wore a white shirt and sand-colored cargo shorts. They looked happy. Rika closed the wallet.
Nina was sleeping easily, despite the clumsily-tied rope around her wrists. That had not been obvious from a distance, but this close and with the girl on her side, it was clear that she had been tied in a hurry. Her hair was a mess and she was very, very naked. Rika had to swallow, blinking heavily as she felt another memory threatening to come back. Her wandering eyes took in the same body that had labored beneath hers in her last flashback.
It really had happened. She raised her left hand, rubbing it over her face. She had had sex with this girl named Nina, even tied her up before fucking her like a rag doll. The girl didn't seem like she had suffered anything beyond discomfort as she laid on the ground. She was disheveled to be sure, but the rampant moans that echoed through the back of Rika’s skull did not make her think that it had been rape.
The girl breathed in deeply, slowly blinking her eyes open as she came awake. “Hey, lovely,” she said, blinking again, presumably to dispel the sleepiness. “Back for more? Was wondering when you’d come back and take care of the rope.”
Somehow, hearing the girl’s voice was too heavy a trigger for Rika to ignore. She dropped the wallet in the sand, her pupils dilating as she took in the calm, comfortably sexy woman arranged on the ground in front of her. For a moment, it was as if her mind receded from reality. She grit her teeth and fought it, feeling as if she was pushing a burden around in front of her, but still she fought. She fought and she won.
***~~~***
Rika blinked. The girl was still tied, but had been rolled around to lie on her stomach. A solid handful of her hair was locked in one of Rika’s hands, and without having to look down she knew that she had plunged her entire fat cock into the girl’s needy, tight little cunt. She shook her head, surprised at her own thoughts, and noticed she was drooling slightly. Rika was still mechanically moving back and forth, but her thrusts were petering out like water settling.
The girl looked back at her with lips parted. She was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed and she looked every bit like she was going to ask why Rika had stopped rather than the tearful, sobbing rape victim that Rika had expected. She swallowed again, her eyes flickering from Nina’s face to where her pelvis rested against the girl’s pliant but well-trained ass.
“Somethingh-- nnthe matter?”
Nina was still taking great gulps of air, her body arced just slightly, obeying the tug on her hair. She pressed herself backwards, burying Rika’s thick dick in her as far as it would go whilst panting slightly for breath.
Rika could -smell- herself in the air, over the scent of the sea and the faint morning buzz of the island, a smell she had gotten used to when the researchers had asked her to test her new equipment. She shivered and pulled back, only to slam back into Nina’s aching, wet cunt. The girl exhaled, her tone just as needy as Rika remembered it from her flashbacks. She loved it, and Rika was already far enough gone that she felt the burning need for release.
Rika reinforced her grip on the girl’s hair, rolling it around her hand once more before pressing downwards, pushing Nina’s face down against her towel. While she had no conscious experience, she felt as if pounding the girl came naturally to her. Take control, fuck her hard. Treat her like a princess and fuck her like a whore.
She pressed the girl’s head down into the towel, grunting slightly as she hilted herself again within Nina's clenching vessel. She was close, too close for either of them to be comfortable now. With Nina’s pussy clutching her shaft so well, all she had to do was let loose.
Her left hand let go of Nina's hip, caressing backwards until it reached her ass. In a flash it was lifted and smacked back down again. The girl let out a faint squeal, but still rhythmically met the hard, plowing thrusts that were hammered forward into her.
Finally, Rika released Nina, letting go of the girl’s hair and ass to take a commanding grip of her waist with both hands, holding her up enough that she was able to put all of her strength into every hard, ramming thrust. The girl’s fingers were grasping at everything but holding onto nothing, and she began biting at a fold in the towel as her explosive breaths suddenly halted.
Orgasmic, hard and repeated waves of tension radiated through her thighs as Rika practically skewered her, the demanding pace only getting more brutal with every passing second. Rika was beyond reason now, on the threshold of climax and all she could do was powerfuck and utterly stuff the girl moaning into her beach towel below her until she went over the edge.
She grunted, attempting to keep thrusting as best she could but it was no use. Her muscles were no longer entirely hers to control, only allowing a fraction left to voluntary action. Rika hilted herself as hard and as deep as she could, collapsing halfway onto the girl’s back and groaning as she came, her breath soon forming a damp layer against Nina’s neck. And all the while she came.
Intense, draining ropes of seed splurted from her, pooling inside her victim’s almost drooling cunt. Rika emptied herself, gave all she had, and nothing went to waste. Every single pulse of hot, potent seed was accepted, and when the last, smaller waves of cum were done she collapsed onto the girl’s back.
For a while, that was enough. To lie there, enjoying the afterglow on top of someone she barely knew in a loose, unequal embrace. She pushed her hands in between their warm, sweaty forms, pulling on the ends of the rope binding Nina. It was almost comically loose by now, easily undone and pulled to the side.
After another ten seconds, while both of them still gasped for breath, the girl began working her way out from under Rika until she could lie on her side to look at the face of her partner. There was a mild amusement in her exhausted smile as she reached up to run her hands through her attacker’s brown, straight hair.
“This would’ve been a real boring holiday without you,” she said, chuckling before leaning in to kiss Rika’s nose a
nd then her lips. What might have been meant as nothing more than punctuation to their encounter ended up in something more as Rika’s hand moved up behind the girl’s head, holding her in place for a second kiss, a deep and needy dance of tongues. When they separated again, Rika spoke for the first time.
“Maybe... it’ll continue being fun?”
Nina leaned in again for a quick, pecking kiss, her hand pushing Rika’s hair back over her head. “C’mon. Let’s get back to my hotel, we’ve still got some time,” she said, winking before she began untangling herself.
As it turned out, the bottom of Nina’s bathing suit was lost but she made do with a mischievous laugh at Rika, her bikini top and the towel around her waist. Seeing her standing up reminded Rika of the picture, and she felt a sudden, possessive urge. With a little, playful squeak from Nina the two pulled together closely, sharing another deep, horny kiss. They were anything but done.
After separating, they climbed back to the slowly populating main beach and onto the sidewalk. The morning remained just as pleasant as before, only now containing far more exciting prospects. Rika could not tear her eyes away from Nina's rear as they slowly made their way along the lightly trafficked sidewalk, and she seemed to enjoy it, adding a certain flourish to each step.
“So, uh... That guy, on the picture in your wallet...”
“Mhm? That’s my boyfriend.”
Rika stopped dead in her tracks, looking on as Nina turned, that same mischievous look back on her face. “Don’t worry, silly. He’s out hiking, he won’t be back until tomorrow.”
Seeing Rika still not moving, she angled her head. “Look, I love him but he’s not like you. He treats me like a princess, and sometimes, a girl just wants to get fucked, you know? You’re different. He’s afraid to pull my hair, he’d never smack my ass.”
“Hold on, Nina--“
“Let’s just get back to my room, we can talk about it there. This really isn’t the place.” She gave a faint wave around them. Cars, bikes and other pedestrians passed by constantly. Traffic was picking up. It was probably nearing nine thirty and it would be too soon for breakfast, soon. Rika felt hungry, she realized, empty after the powerful rutting.
“Alright, fine. Let’s just get back.”
“Great!”
Nina reached back and grabbed Rika’s hand as if she had not a care in the world. It was almost as if there was a skip in her step as they made their way back. They stayed at the same hotel, it turned out, only a few floors separating them, and Nina quite clearly did not care what anyone they passed in the hotel thought of them. At best they might seem to be a pair of friends but really, with disheveled hair and the looks they occasionally shared, Rika doubted they fooled very many people.
They stepped into Nina and her boyfriend’s room, and Rika found it to be remarkably similar to her own. It was spartan, but comfortable enough, and with a big, soft bed. She wasted very little time in planting herself on the edge of it, running her hand over her face.
“Look, I know you’re thinking all sorts of things but really, I’m very happy with Nick. Just, y’know... Except for those times where I want what we did.”
“You could’ve told me first, at least...”
Rika’s protest was half-hearted and she knew it. It would not have mattered if Nina had told her first. In fact, she might have said she had a boyfriend, but the blackout made sure that she had no real idea. All she knew was that the girl had started talking to her the night before after she had left a café, one thing had lead to another and then they had made love... no, fucked on the beach.
“Would it really have mattered? You seemed pretty set on having me.”
Nina pulled the photograph of her and Nick out of her wallet, and handed it to Rika. They truly did look happy together, laughing at something that would never translate through the photo. He was a handsome guy. Perhaps not very tall or muscled, but he was handsome in an average way even so. A real nice guy.
“Keep looking at it,” she said, moving closer to the bed. “Keep looking, and just... relax...” The girl let herself slide down onto her knees. She was between Rika’s legs in a heartbeat, her slender hands pushing the slightly larger woman’s thighs aside to get at the real treasure that lay between them.
“You’re a home-wrecker, you know...” Rika’s voice trailed off, uncertainty still present. Even so, she made no effort to stop Nina’s hands as they moved up her inner thighs slowly, spreading them apart wider and wider to the point that it was more for show than practicality. Her black wrap skirt had ridden upwards long ago to expose the boxers she had taken to wearing to hold herself in check.
“H--home-wrecker...”
Rika’s left arm pushed against the bed behind her, holding her up as she leaned her head back, eyes closed. The sensation of Nina’s teeth and lips nipping at the black and grey cloth of her boxers was enhanced with vision taken out of the picture, and she could feel her shaft swelling to its erect, copious size very quickly. The girl’s breath was hot, easily passing through the elastic fabric that separated lips from smooth, warm skin.
Rika moved the photograph aside just for a moment, looking down to find Nina’s eyes closed. The girl was just as aroused by the moment’s taboo passion as Rika. With one hand cupping those plump, soft balls she finally parted her lips and gave a first, tentative lick, her tongue moving much like a cat drinking from its bowl. A quick press of the tongue to the warm cloth, then away again.
Rika let out a pleased groan as she felt the girl’s tongue on her shaft. She felt an urge to grasp Nina’s head and force her against that hefty, fat length, to fuck her until Rika was past orgasm, until she begged for it to stop. Her fingers began crumpling the photograph and the sheets folded into her hand as she tensed.
Nina did not seem to notice, or at least she only seemed to notice that she was getting the response she wanted. Her first tenuous licks turned into slow, sensual movements from the root to the tip of that thick length. She ended one long, languid lick by puckering her lips into a kiss, then letting them roam again, thoroughly massaging Rika’s shaft.
After another such kiss the girl finally moved her hands up under the black skirt, up to the hem of the boxers. Torturously slowly she pulled down, her lips pressing against the back of the cock as soon as real, smooth skin appeared. She gave the thick, promising vein a light peck, moving one hand up to hold that steely, weighty cock in place before looking up at Rika.
“Think of it as a reward, for... Not treating me like a princess.”
Rika’s breath was half-stuck in her throat for a moment, her eyes moving from the girl’s bedroom stare to the photo of the seemingly happy couple. How fragile happiness was, how difficult it was to really know what someone was capable of. She gasped for breath as she felt Nina’s lips press against the tip of her cock, her eyes flicking away from the photo.
To think, that happy, quiet, proper girl in the picture would do such a thing. But then, Rika understood in a sense. She had broken the first barrier, her blackout and the resulting loss of inhibitions had given Nina what she had longed for, and now she had to have more. It was not about love, it was about pure, carnal need. The need to be fucked, not just made love to. Rika gasped again, pushing her tongue out between half-parted, dry lips.
The girl’s warm fingers had finished tugging the boxers down, one hand having now settled around those sloshing, potent testicles as the other curled around the bottom of the rock hard shaft. Nina's mouth was descending, her lips providing a sinking crown to Rika’s fat cockhead. An alluring, coaxing, tempting crown. Rika’s hand left the bed behind her, instead curling around the back of Nina’s head. Her voice was shaky.
“Mmmhfuck. God...”
It took everything she had to hold herself back from pumping into the girl’s throat. Her precum flowed freely, dissolving in the copious amount of saliva filling Nina’s mouth to form a potent brew of lust. There were no inhibitions left, no thoughts about keeping up appearances. Her sole co
ncern was to give an unconditional, satisfying blowjob, and so far Rika was more than satisfied. She was teetering on the edge of orgasm just from expectation.
She moved her hand to the girl’s forehead, holding her still for a moment to regain a little control of herself. “Yo- You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? The risk, going behind his back.” Nina nodded, pulling back a little. The thick cockhead popped from her mouth with a sharp sound. She really had suctioned herself onto Rika.
“Sure, butmfh--“
Rika had shoved the girl’s face back down onto her shaft. Just the head, for now, but enough to silence whatever Nina would have said. There did not seem to be any objections, the girl’s tongue curling around the side of Rika’s shaft in seconds.
Nina began bobbing back and forth, occasionally working a little deeper. She could take just under half of Rika’s thick length but it was more than enough. The girl’s enthusiasm left gloopy, thick strands of drool trailing along the shaft, even dripping from her chin and down onto her heaving breasts. She was the picture of desire for any man, and here she was, satisfying the primal lusts of something other, something even more alluring.
Nina’s hand squeezed intermittently, coaxing, almost milking the base of the cock in an effort to bring Rika to orgasm, her other hand settling into a counter-clockwise rhythm as it massaged the hefty, potent balls. She was like a machine almost, proficiently and effectively building up her partner’s lust to a boiling point, and then beyond. It was all Rika could do not to hilt herself down the girl’s throat. She contained herself, still resting a hand on Nina’s head, the other holding on to that picture.
Finally, without warning Nina tore herself free, gasping for air as she almost shouted up at Rika. “Just do it! Just fucking do it! Christ!” And with that, she threw herself back at her work, breathing heavily out of her nose, occasionally tensing up slightly as she pressed herself too deeply down.
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