then take the tassels back into your hands?"
She obeyed as Sami moved the pillows to settle her comfortably. Or as comfortably as he could, given that she was lying on glass beads that were probably several thousand years old, and were at that moment digging into her nipples.
"Ignore the beads, if you can. As we progress your breasts will become even more sensitive and the necklace will become a mix of pleasure and pain. This is all part of the experience."
"Oh. Okay." She wondered how long it was going to take before the potholes in her chest would fade.
There was silence for a moment, and Alana felt strangely bereft. Then the bed moved slightly, and a warm tongue stroked the length of her leg from heel to buttock.
She yelped with pleasure.
Another warm stroke caressed her thighs, and then she felt the slightest brush of something at the base of her spine.
She sucked in a breath and waited.
There—it came again—just the merest breath, but there was something touching her. Being unable to use her eyes, Alana was becoming more and more dependent on her other senses. She could hear and feel the movements of both Hari and Sami as they bent to her body.
"What's that?" She whispered the question, vainly trying to hear something that would give her a clue.
"You tell me..." answered Sami.
"Don't forget to use all your senses, Alana," added Hari.
The sensation came again, and she tried to concentrate. She was certainly using her sense of touch—it was this that was driving her nuts. What else could she try? She was listening intently, and nothing helped. There was no way to taste anything. So that left smell.
She drew in a breath through her nose and there it was. The faintest touch of Blue Lotus—but sweeter somehow.
"I smell it," she grinned triumphantly. "I smell Blue Lotus, but it's different…kind of sweeter or tangy. I can't quite tell..."
"Excellent," said Sami.
"It is indeed our Blue Lotus," said Hari, "but this is in a powdered form, and mixed with honey. That way," a light touch flickered over her buttocks, "we can dust your beautiful skin with our golden blue powder and then..."
She gasped as two tongues started firmly licking her buttocks, stroking up and down and tugging the sensitive skin of her cheeks.
"Oh. My. God ." She moaned.
"A double taste treat. Our powdered delight, and your lovely essence."
Alana was helpless to respond. She lay, boneless with ecstasy, as two warm and fleshy tongues swirled, smoothed and licked their way around her buttocks like starving men attacking a banana split. Every touch of the powder was followed by a hungry tongue lapping it from her skin. No wonder cats purred.
Her clit throbbed and she could feel her juices soaking the linens beneath her. This was the most arousing thing she could ever remember—since, well, since the last time Sami and Hari had done things to her.
She felt the pull on her cheeks getting stronger and the dust of the powder against her most intimate crevice.
"Uh guys...?" She fought the urge to clench her gluteal muscles lest she should catch a wayward tongue.
"Alana—trust us. Your flesh is filled with sensitive nerve endings. We are merely awakening those which have not been explored before. This is a treasure trove of pleasure points...relax...let me show you," breathed Hari.
Gnawing on her lower lip, Alana tried her best to relax. It wasn't her greatest success, but Hari obviously approved, giving a murmur of approval as he spread her cheeks once again. Sami ran his tongue up her spine and distracted her.
The gentle dust of powder settled on the puckered skin around her anus and was followed by Hari's tongue.
Alana exploded.
Chapter 7
With a huge moan she expelled the breath she had held since she'd felt the powder dusting her delicate tissues. Every nerve ending she possessed was clapping its hands to its head and running round in circles screaming. Her nipples were as hard as the beads that were pushing against them,
She obeyed as Sami moved the pillows to settle her comfortably. Or as comfortably as he could, given that she was lying on glass beads that were probably several thousand years old, and were at that moment digging into her nipples.
"Ignore the beads, if you can. As we progress your breasts will become even more sensitive and the necklace will become a mix of pleasure and pain. This is all part of the experience."
"Oh. Okay." She wondered how long it was going to take before the potholes in her chest would fade.
There was silence for a moment, and Alana felt strangely bereft. Then the bed moved slightly, and a warm tongue stroked the length of her leg from heel to buttock.
She yelped with pleasure.
Another warm stroke caressed her thighs, and then she felt the slightest brush of something at the base of her spine.
She sucked in a breath and waited.
There—it came again—just the merest breath, but there was something touching her. Being unable to use her eyes, Alana was becoming more and more dependent on her other senses. She could hear and feel the movements of both Hari and Sami as they bent to her body.
"What's that?" She whispered the question, vainly trying to hear something that would give her a clue.
"You tell me..." answered Sami.
"Don't forget to use all your senses, Alana," added Hari.
The sensation came again, and she tried to concentrate. She was certainly using her sense of touch—it was this that was driving her nuts. What else could she try? She was listening intently, and nothing helped. There was no way to taste anything. So that left smell.
She drew in a breath through her nose and there it was. The faintest touch of Blue Lotus—but sweeter somehow.
"I smell it," she grinned triumphantly. "I smell Blue Lotus, but it's different…kind of sweeter or tangy. I can't quite tell..."
"Excellent," said Sami.
"It is indeed our Blue Lotus," said Hari, "but this is in a powdered form, and mixed with honey. That way," a light touch flickered over her buttocks, "we can dust your beautiful skin with our golden blue powder and then..."
She gasped as two tongues started firmly licking her buttocks, stroking up and down and tugging the sensitive skin of her cheeks.
"Oh. My. God ." She moaned.
"A double taste treat. Our powdered delight, and your lovely essence."
Alana was helpless to respond. She lay, boneless with ecstasy, as two warm and fleshy tongues swirled, smoothed and licked their way around her buttocks like starving men attacking a banana split. Every touch of the powder was followed by a hungry tongue lapping it from her skin. No wonder cats purred.
Her clit throbbed and she could feel her juices soaking the linens beneath her. This was the most arousing thing she could ever remember—since, well, since the last time Sami and Hari had done things to her.
She felt the pull on her cheeks getting stronger and the dust of the powder against her most intimate crevice.
"Uh guys...?" She fought the urge to clench her gluteal muscles lest she should catch a wayward tongue.
"Alana—trust us. Your flesh is filled with sensitive nerve endings. We are merely awakening those which have not been explored before. This is a treasure trove of pleasure points...relax...let me show you," breathed Hari.
Gnawing on her lower lip, Alana tried her best to relax. It wasn't her greatest success, but Hari obviously approved, giving a murmur of approval as he spread her cheeks once again. Sami ran his tongue up her spine and distracted her.
The gentle dust of powder settled on the puckered skin around her anus and was followed by Hari's tongue.
Alana exploded.
Chapter 7
With a huge moan she expelled the breath she had held since she'd felt the powder dusting her delicate tissues. Every nerve ending she possessed was clapping its hands to its head and running round in circles screaming. Her nipples were as hard as the beads that were pushing against them,
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