Date: Sat, 5 Jun 2010 23:39:42 -0700
From: sasha yamoto <sasha_neko@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Stress Relief"

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The grandfather clock at the end of the hall began to chime loudly, pulling
Lacey from her semi-lucid state. She felt hands sliding across her body,
gripping and squeezing her most sensitive places. She didn't know what was
happening, the drugs made it so she couldn't move, could hardly think. But
she felt everything, and her body reacted to it naturally, her nipples
hardened, she felt the wet juices accumulate on her exposed pussy.

As the hands found what they were looking for, pinching and twisting her
nipples while squeezing her breasts, and another set of hands spread her
legs wide apart. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she should be
embarrassed, or frightened. But her physical and mental state of
exhaustion, and the drugs that had been slipped into her wine earlier that
evening prevented that. What she did feel was excitement, as a lone hand,
not belonging to the two that restrained her, started to rub her pussy.

She heard a voice, soft and unclear, but she heard it whisper. "Oh my,
already this wet? You must have just been waiting for us to do this, huh?"
It was an oddly comforting voice, she didn't know if the drugs made it seem
that way, or if it was because it was a voice she knew and trusted. All she
knew is that it relaxed her.

Two small, delicate fingers began pushing their way inside of her, deeper
and deeper, slowly, carefully.

Lacey opened her eyes, trying to see who it was that was making her feel
this way. But all she could make out was blonde hair, and if she had seen
more she wouldn't have known what to make of it.

She felt a cool, wet kiss on one of her nipples, followed by soft sucking
and playful biting. Her mouth was dry but somehow she managed a soft moan.

"I'm glad you're enjoying this so much." Came a second, but nonetheless
comforting, voice.

Kisses fell softly all over her, slowly sucking her neck, her breasts, her
thighs. The fingers inside of her sped up, and the wet, sloppy sound
reached her ears, making her more excited.

The third one, kissing her neck, stopped only long enough to whisper, "She
looks ready."

In reply, Lacey was pushed down softly, so she was laying flat on her
back. Looking up she could make out three faces smiling down at her. Faces
she knew but couldn't recognize. Suddenly their was movement the three
spread her legs, one held on leg up and one arm down, the other held her
other leg and arm, while the third laid on top of her, with a naked cunt
hovering just above her mouth, dripping juices onto her face. Slowly, but
surely, the girl lying on top of Lacey began to lick her thighs, moving in
towards her waiting pussy. The girl's tongue licked and lapped up all of
Lacey's juices before kissing and sucking her pussy. The two other girls
laughed and giggled. The mouth between her legs grew bolder and bolder,
sucking on her labia and clit, the tongue dipped deep inside her, sucking
out the sweet juices. A finger rubbed her ass hole, tracing circles around
it before dipping in.

The pleasure drove through Lacey's body in waves, undoing all the stress
and pain and anxiety of her life. It wiped away her fear and doubts,
leaving her only with the pure ecstasy of the moment.

As more of Lacey's senses began to return, she could smell the strong odor
of sex and taste the juices that dripped all too slowly into her mouth. She
could barely think, but it felt only appropriate to slowly slide her tongue
across the slit that stood only an inch from her mouth. As the girl between
her legs got bolder, so did Lacey, kissing and sucking on the soaking
pussy. She filled herself with the smell and taste and the sound of the
girl moaning. These senses only heightened her pleasure, raising it to a
point of unbearable delight. All the muscles in her body tensed, her back
arced and an audible cry, filled with the purity of her pleasure escaped
her lips as the orgasm ripped through her. She thrived and convulsed, but
she was held down firmly. She had never squirted in her life, but she felt
the cum rushing out of her in a feeling unlike anything she had ever
experienced.

The last thing Lacey heard before she passed out was a muffled,
half-audible, "No need to thank us, Lacey, just sleep well." She did sleep
well, and when she awoke the next morning she was clothed in her regular
pajamas, in her own bed in the apartment she shared with her roommate,
Annabel.

Confused, and slightly dazed she cautiously reached under her pajama
bottoms, her pussy was soaked and tingling. Was is all just a wet dream?
She wondered. The knock at her door made her jump.

"Lacey, the girls just called and wanted to know if we wanted to go out for
dinner tonight, you up for it?"

"N... no." The words were thick on her tongue but she swallowed and forced
her composure. "Tell them I'm sorry but I can't, I have a lot of work I
need to finish today." The Girls Annabel referred too were their best
friends, Kel and Amy. The four girls had been best friends all through high
school and had only briefly lost touch during college. They kept nothing
from each other, but Lacey couldn't tell them about the dream, those girls
in her dream could only have been the three of her best friends.

"Are you sure? You know, you shouldn't overwork yourself, you need to
relax, relieve some stress. We`re all worried about you." Her voice was
right outside Lacey's door. The closeness of it reminded her of the girl
from her dream, whispering 'She looks ready' from right behind her. "Come
on, Lace, you can't deny how much fun we all had last night."