Mobile Therapist suggested a story about Hedonism, the place, would be fun. So, Hedonism. Generally the pursuit of pleasure. Shades of "Do as thou wilt". But if a person pursues their own pleasure, how does this impact on another pursuing their pleasures? Is it hedonistic if it denies the other their pleasure? Either way it was a good reason to write another short fantasy, following on from the first. I hope you enjoy it.

Laura’s Story, Pt. 2. Girls Rule
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It must have been two weeks after our forest session with Laura and Sam that we felt safe to contact them. We had heard no reports in the media and no one seemed to have been snooping around. We set up an untraceable e-mail account, and, using the address we found the first time, asked if they wanted to take it further. To our surprise we got a reply almost immediately. An invitation to meet and “see where it might go.” The suggested venue was a pub in town popular with the 20 to 40 year age groups.
We waited outside. Sam and Laura went in. They appeared to be alone. Inside the crowded pub we bought beers and watched them for a short while. It looked OK, nothing suspicious. If it was a trap it was a good one. We sat at their table.
Sam stood and shook hands, wearily looking us in the eye. Laura blushed, looking away, then, smiling, met our eyes and thanked us for the “day in the forest.”. Not quite what we had expected. We apologised to Sam for removing him, but it seems we had also started something between the two of them. We had blown away a few barriers.
We set a date for an afternoon in two weeks time and left.
A day or two later Marco, his wife Jen, my wife Marie and I were having coffee at a pavement café in town. Laura walked down the street, saw us and came straight over. Kissed Marco on the forehead and said “see you in the forest guys”, smiled at our wives and walked off. Stunned silence.
Marie reads me like a book. I could never get away with lying to her, long since given up trying. After I’d finished, instead of the tears or fury I expected, she quietly digested what she’d heard and suggested I go and “do something useful in the shed”. Minutes later she drove out the gate. Marco ‘phoned, much the same story. We waited for the storm to break. We each thought of our wives as interested but not adventurous sexual beings. Yes, since menopause, their appetites had shrunk, all but disappeared in Marie’s case. But she would always put-out if she felt I needed it, and once started always enjoyed it. I really had nothing to complain about. I gathered that Marco’s situation wasn’t all that different. The two women had been firm friends since uni. There were few if any secrets between them.
They kept us on tenterhooks for a couple of days, then Marie announced that we would be having dinner at Jen and Marco’s that Friday. I nearly died when we arrived and found Sam and Laura there. It just didn’t make sense.
After the meal Jen suggested cards. “What shall we play?” Strip poker said both women firmly and in unison. How long can you live with someone and still not know their inner-self ?
Once started the atmosphere began to ease. I have always found Jen an interesting woman and I know that Marco thought Marie was pretty sexy. With Laura down to her bra and panties the atmosphere was getting positively steamy.
Sam was naked first, Marie dumped her cards, took off her remaining clothing, took his head in her hands and started to kiss him. Jen followed suit. Both women kissing and fondling Sam as we three looked on. “Hey - Guy’s”, we turned to Laura as she slowly removed her bra, ran her hands up and down her body, finally cupping her breasts and pushed them at us. I followed my wife’s lead, pushing her down and kissing her, slowly moving down her throat and shoulders until I had one firm, delicious nipple in my mouth. Marco had taken my place. I slid my hand into her panties and stroked her. She was dripping wet already. Removing her panties, my tongue slid over her engorged lips and labia, teasing, testing, tasting. Marco was still kissing her lips, with one nipple held between thumb and finger as he gently squeezed it.
The girls were doing fine too. Sam’s face was buried in Marie’s breast’s as his cock disappeared into Jen’s mouth, then slowly reappeared. She pulled back a little and licked the glans, right around the base and up to the tip, pushing the point of her tongue into the opening of his urethra. She held his balls in one hand and gently stretched them. The girls moved back a bit, then both knelt astride him, his cock sliding into Jen’s pussy whilst his tongue now investigated Marie’s pussy and clitoris. The two women leaned toward each other and kissed, slowly and lovingly. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so sensual. Laura’s hand pushed my mouth back to her needs. No second bidding needed. She now had Marco in her mouth. I got them both to stand. Laura bent forward to Marco again, sucking him into her mouth and deep into her throat, I opened her legs and took her from behind. This time we were the centre of attention as the girls and Sam stopped to watch us spit-roasting her. We turned her around, to suck me whilst Marco screwed her.
Sam broke the spell, pushing Jen down he started to screw her, Marie went back to kissing her, one of Jens nipples between her fingers being squeezed hard. Jen was writhing, soon her climax started. We all watched as Sam and Marie brought her the edge, then backed off a bit, then brought her to the edge again. Finally, wailing for him to fuck her, she came. The three lay in a heap for a short while, then Marie pulled him onto her, and it began all over again.
When we resumed with Laura, Marco was fucking her pussy from behind whilst I licked her, reaching up to play with her breasts and nipples. Her hands pulling my head rhythmically up and down as I licked and sucked. With her back arched and belly rigid, her first orgasm was strong and noisy. Marco pulled out but I continued to lick her gently whilst her spasms subsided. We lay together briefly, but neither Marco nor I had finished. I lay on my back and Laura got astride me, slowly sliding onto my cock. She spent some time just teasing me with her pussy wrapped around my cock, being carefull not to make me come. Marco finally pushed her down onto me and started to fuck her ass. The result was inevitable. We both came, and much too soon for Laura. She now stated working on us and soon had me, then Marco erect again. The next screw was slow and deep, first me then Marco, then me again. Between us we made it last for ever. Laura was in seventh heaven.
The girls appeared to have done as well. Sam lay on his back, one of the women’s heads on his chest, the other on his belly, quietly playing with his now flaccid cock.
After Sam & Laura left we went back to the lounge room. Jen stretched languorously. She was one sexy woman, but I felt spent. She slid onto my lap, making it clear the night was not over yet. “Guys, this place deserves a new name. How about “La Casa Hedonista”? Marie should never have nodded so vigorously with Marco’s cock in her mouth.

I am very interested in human sexuality as well as my own sexuality and sensuality. When I came across an NN member asking for a sexual fantasy on a specific subject, being taken against her will, I thought it was a good way to look into this subject and have a bit of fun at the same time.
I did try to send it to her, but the technology defeated me. So here it is. I'm happy to receive, hopefully constructive, comment, as well as requests for further items.


Laura's Story. Part 1.
It was a pretty good way to spend the opening years of an early retirement. Both Marko and I were fit and active and lived in bush walker heaven. The hills and forests were our playground. The hidde,n sun dappled glade,s straight out of a story book, and from the rocky bluffs overlooking the inhabited valleys you could almost be a Viking adventurer seeking his next village to plunder. The forests were quiet, uninhabited and rarely visited. The occasional tourist still got lost and disappeared. Forget the mobile ‘phone, no signal up here. You looked after yourself, or didn’t. The wild dogs removed the traces.
We had cut across between two old logging trails, without plans, just walking. To our amazement we heard voices. A man and a woman by the sound of it. Must have been at least 1000 metres from the closest trail. Whoever we were listening to had worked pretty hard to get there.
Without thinking we stopped, then went forward, carefully, slowly, silently. Military training never really leaves you. Could have been back in the jungle, ready to fight for our lives.
In the clearing a pretty young woman and an athletic looking man stood talking. He earnest maybe a bit worried, she nervous but excited. We went back and around to hear better. To our astonishment they were discussing a sexual fantasy. She was to be taken against her will. So what were they doing here?
After more discussion she stripped, now clearly scared but the blush on her cheeks and chest betrayed her excitement. He threw a rope over a hanging branch and with some messing around tied her hands above her head. It was pretty obvious from the bulge in his trousers that he was enjoying it. He produced another rope from the pack on the ground and, pulling her legs apart, tied her ankles to a couple of saplings. He tied a blindfold around her head and stood back to admire his work. We admired her body, now stretched up by the ropes on her wrists. Her breasts were superb, not too big with erect red nipples. Slim waist and neat shaven pussy. Long legs just dying for lace stockings. Bright copper red hair framed her pretty elfin face. He wasn’t the only one with an erection.
Then he left. Didn’t touch her. Just walked away into the forest, back toward the nearest trail.
Our vantage point was downwind of them. We were sure they didn’t know we were there. What to do ? We reasoned from the little we had heard that he had left her to her imagination, but no sane woman wants to be , so they must be playing out her fantasy. Trying to make it real for her, but safe. He would be back. He would creep up and use her.
From the direction that he left we knew he would have to climb down a small cliff, not difficult, but a good ambush position. We caught him there. Left him unharmed but securely tied and gagged.
Silently we admired the young woman tied to the tree. Legs open, breasts pert, nipples erect, looking around now with an expression saying “Oh God, I hope it’s you!” She seemed to have sensed our presence. Of course she was expecting her man, whatever his name was. She knew someone was there. He wouldn’t have spoken, it would have destroyed the illusion. We didn’t either.
We stripped naked. Marko took her face in his large gentle hands and kissed her. Slid slowly down her throat to her breasts, kissing and nibbling as he went. She thrust each breast forward into his mouth as he sucked and nibbled. Slowly his tongue traced a line across her smooth belly. Sliding his tongue over her clitoris she moaned and thrust her hips at him. Oh Sam, that’s so goooooood.
I stood over Marko and repeated his actions, taking her face in my hands and kissing her full on the lips. This time she reacted differently. If this was Sam he’d bought a mate. Sam? SAM!
Marko’s tongue was still caressing her clitoris as I played with her erect nipples. Gently stroking and pinching, stretching them a little. Though frightened she was plainly enjoying it. This mixed with the feeling that this was not the man she thought it was. Marko moved back and stood up, the whole lower half of his face wet with her. I took his place. Marko kissed her, she licked his mouth, saying something about “that’s me’. I wet a finger in her pussy and slid it into her ass. The woman was now writhing, I held her buttocks as I licked her and fingered her. Marko held her shoulders as he bit her nipples, so aroused that she wouldn’t be feeling it as pain.
I couldn’t wait. Standing I slid into her pussy. I’m not small. She gasped and thrust at me, driving herself onto my hard cock. Marko went behind her. Pulling her buttocks up and apart he slowly inserted himself into her. Her moans rose. Our movements synchronised, she rose and fell as we thrust, lifting her feet off of the ground. She came, and came, and came. The woman was incredible, a never ending explosion of orgasms wracked her whole body. Eventually she subsided. I shuddered and moaned as I came inside her.
We left her. Semen dribbling down her thighs. Hanging loosely in her ropes.
We dressed. In their pack we found a diary. She was Laura. He was Sam, but we knew that already. Then what we were looking for, an e-mail address.
Returning to Sam, we walked him, blindfolded and gagged back to her clearing. We loosened the ties on his wrists. He’d get out them now with a bit of time. The first thing Laura saw when we removed her blindfold was loverboy tied at her feet. We melted silently into the forest.