RR Lori Warren - Chapter 16 (Patreon)

Reduction & Relocation - Lori Warren

Chapter 16 - Sweet Dreams

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Bridget reached down between Hannah's slender thighs, sending twin currents of electricity up through both of their bodies.  The brunette’s unpainted fingertips glistened in the glow of their bedroom moonlight as she sensually undressed herself and the two bare-chested women locked in a passionate embrace. Sweet, warm, and breathy whimpers passed through their noses as Bridget’s and Hannah’s busy mouths alternated in hungrily claiming and reluctantly surrendering the writhing subject.  He was sent back and forth between the smitten young women, their tongues bullying him relentlessly.

After a few minutes of this intense exchange, Hannah slowly opened her mouth. Her glistening wet tongue danced and undulated, proudly cradling the naked little man within its folds.

The poor little thing was struggling to maintain his balance, even on his hands and knees.  He already seemed so exhausted and drained…and there was still so much more work to be done.

With a deliberate motion, Hannah guided him from the tongue's thick base to its delicate tip. Once he rested at the tip, Hannah opened her mouth wide. Careful to ensure that the little subject cleared her two front teeth, Hannah slowly extended her tongue toward a smirking Bridget, as if to present the brunette with an offering.

Bridget voraciously accepted the offering, her lips enveloping Hannah's tongue along with the tiny, squeaking subject. Their passionate kiss ended with a thick, wet popping sound as their wet lips disconnected, Hannah carefully ensuring that the subject was safely confined within Bridget's mouth. With a sultry whisper, the blonde gently guided Bridget's face downward to her enticing breasts.

“Put him back, baby."

Bridget complied eagerly, her nose nuzzling deep into her girlfriend's alluring cleavage. The inner walls of Hannah’s breasts hugged Bridget’s cheeks as she plunged deeper, extending her tongue and forcing the little boy into the world of Hannah’s cleavage as if he were a rehabilitated animal being returned to the wild. Bridget groaned, feeling the pressure increase on either side of her face as Hannah brought her elbows in with a giggle.  Hannah’s breasts closed in around the subject greedily within the shadowy, fleshy valley as Bridget pulled her face away.

Hannah fell gracefully onto her back with a bounce on the comfy queen-sized mattress, the tremors of her bare, inviting breasts echoing the rhythm of her racing heart. They quaked and danced against the continued compression of her palms’ inward pressure. Her long, lustrous blonde hair cascaded in a flowery display across the neatly made bed. Eager anticipation decorated Hannah’s face as Bridget, brimming with desire, gracefully climbed onto the bed and straddled her lover.

"Go, Mittens," Bridget whispered to their cat, nestled at the foot of the bed. Only after some insistent nudging of Bridget’s naked foot did the cat begrudgingly comply, leaping down with a rebellious growl. There was a light grunt as her white paws thudded against the carpet before she disappeared from Bridget and Hannah's world.

In that intimate moment, an electric excitement filled the air, reflected in the sparkling intensity of their eyes, locked in a magnetic gaze. As Bridget descended toward Hannah, their breasts, though slightly smaller, approached the landscape of Hannah's supple, lightly tanned skin. The pressure of Hannah’s palms finally relented and her swollen breasts surrendered to gravity’s influence, revealing the buried treasure between them.  The tiny spectator nestled in the valley between Hannah's invitingly parted breasts could feel the whisper of Bridget's approaching brown, curly hair.

Their two flat yet incredibly soft stomachs made contact, abruptly ending the subject’s very limited time in open space. Four perky, wildly different-sized breasts melded together as if they had been destined to join; they grooved and meshed in perfect harmony as their lips locked again, their sweet, humid breath mingling in the private forest of Bridget’s thick curly hair.

They’d remain in their private sanctuary, kissing, nibbling, and giggling until the time came for Bridget’s subject to join.

Each girl had their own sexual preferences, some kinkier and deeper than others…and they took great pride in learning what ignited the other’s passions.  These intimate revelations were the cornerstone of their healthy, happy relationship and they cherished the journey of exploration.

Their subject was regularly instructed on what these preferences were, most often by the other party.  He was constantly educated, basically any time that he was not confined to either Bridget’s rear or Hannah’s cleavage, and he was regularly tested. Tonight, he would be tested again by Bridget on how to properly tend to Hannah’s feet.  The brunette master planted kisses on the soles and tops of Hannah’s left foot as she kept a watchful eye on the subject, who was standing between the cute big and second toe of Hannah’s right foot.  No part of Bridget found men attractive, her feelings on the matter deep and complicated…but watching that tiny little thing perched between her toes, clumsily slobbering all over the inner side of her girlfriend’s cute big toe. It might have driven the brunette into a jealous rage to see someone else pampering her lover’s feet but the little subject was too pathetic to inspire those emotions.  He was on a completely different level from the two of them.In Bridget’s mind, it was a poignant illustration of the inadequacies inherent to men when it came to pleasing women. The tiny subject’s incompetence was not due to his size, it was due to his gender.

However, amidst the incompetence, there was an undeniable charm and adorableness that she couldn't help but appreciate, in the same way that a pretentious professional might silently watch an amateur.

“How’s he doing, baby?” Bridget asked as she continued to lavish Hannah’s delicate foot with a cascade of tender kisses.

"Mmmmmmmmm... not as good as you," Hannah purred as she idly played with her thick, blonde hair. The movement of her flexing toes almost caused the tiny figure nestled between them to lose his footing. Bridget couldn't help but smile at the pleasure she was able to bring her girlfriend as well as the feelings of superiority she felt over the subject.

Bridget shifted her body with deliberate grace, moving away from the foot she had been pampering and redirected her attention to the other.  There between Hannah’s toes, the tiny subject was ardently engaged in his affectionate pursuits…

…but they weren’t good enough…not for Hannah and not for Bridget.

A sly, judgmental smirk played at the corners of Bridget's lips as she observed him, her face now just inches away from the action.

The diminutive figure, acutely aware of Bridget's watchful cat-like eyes, couldn't help but react to her presence. His kisses became more vibrant, his tongue dancing with greater intensity, and his minuscule thrusts gained newfound vigor. Bridget, knowing that he was giving his utmost, had no doubt that he was striving with all his might to please the golden-haired goddess who held his world in the palm of her hand.

…but it wasn’t good enough…not for Hannah and not for Bridget.

"You're doing it all wrong." Bridget playfully chided, her warm breath caressing Hannah's big toe and the tiny man nestled beside it.

With an air of exaggerated feminine superiority, Bridget sought to demonstrate her point. Her nose nuzzled gently against Hannah's inviting big toe, the miniature figure beside it, witnessing this intimate exchange and bowing to the intrusion into his temporary home.

Bridget's voice was a soft, sultry whisper as she continued,

“You gotta do it like this..."

Bridget's mouth opened slowly, her unfolding tongue pressed firmly against the sensitive underside of Hannah's big toe, her head arcing downward in an enticing display of desire. As her mouth descended, her lips wrapped themselves sensuously around the entire cute big toe, pulling it, and the tiny subject, into the warm embrace of her mouth.

When Hannah saw the bright blue-painted toe disappear between her lover’s lips, a rush of desire surged through her. Her right hand instinctively ventured downward, seeking the sweet release of pleasure between her thighs, as the intensity of the moment enveloped them in a whirlwind of sensuality.

Bridget’s massaging tongue deftly navigated the soft, creamy terrain of Hannah's toes, tracing their every contour and inviting the miniature subject to experience each crevice.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Bridget gradually accepted more of Hannah's toes into her mouth, a seductive dance of intimacy unfolding. It was not just a feast for the senses but an education as well. Each additional toe provided more territory for the tiny spectator to traverse, more terrain to uncover, and more lessons for Bridget to impart.

She gathered him to the tip of her tongue and began to run it…and him…back and forth along the area where Hannah's toes met the base of her foot. Bridget's tongue moved like a skilled artist's brush, caressing, teasing, and enticing. Back and forth it went, snaking between each delicate, plush toe and retrieving the tiny subject on the other side.

Occasionally she’d mercifully take a deep breath in through her mouth instead of her nose, and the subject learned quickly that he’d have to use this opportunity to steal some of the oxygen powerfully whizzing past him and into her lungs.  Hannah’s right hand continued to flutter down between her legs and her speed increased to match the intensity of Bridget’s suction on her toes. All of the sudden, Hannah’s eyes widened, and the hand between her thighs slowed down.  Her voice quivered as she said, “Oh..I’m about to…I’m about to…hurry give him—”

Hannah's shiny toe popped out of Bridget's mouth, for she knew exactly what Hannah wanted.

It was one of her other kinks.

Bridget wasted no time in responding to her lover's unspoken invitation. She moved with an almost frantic urgency up her partner’s legs, moving so quickly she nearly swallowed the poor boy in her mouth.

Bridget's mouth opened eagerly, her tongue curling protectively around the miniature subject, possessively cradling him until he was delivered to where he belonged.

She then quickly forced the subject from the back of her throat to the tip of her tongue.  It was a tantalizing race against time. She descended upon Hannah's sweltering sex, sealing her lips over the intoxicating source of desire and plunged her tongue between Hannah’s super soft, sopping wet lips.

Hannah’s eyes rolled in the back of her head and she screamed, fingers alternately grasping at their expensive sheets, her large rippling breasts, and Bridget’s curly brown hair.  She tightened her grip on her lover’s hair and held her firmly at her crotch, but Bridget wasn’t going anywhere anyway.  Hannah came so hard she nearly cried, evidence of the sexual explosion flowing from her body into Bridget’s mouth, and the subject was positioned to accept the full brunt of the wave.  Bridget held still, swallowing the excess orgasm as it passed the subject’s body, who was firmly pressed against Hannah’s swollen pussy lips.  When it finally stopped, she gently forced the tip of her tongue all the way into Hannah’s sex.

Hannah shivered as she felt the tiny man swallowed between her soaking wet lips.

Bridget's head nestled against Hannah's steadily rising and falling chest, her curly hair damp and draped beautifully over Hannah’s right breast. The tranquility of their embrace didn’t last long, as Hannah was eager to reciprocate the pleasure she had received.

Hannah sent two fingers to retrieve the tiny subject from the depths of her pussy, invoking another strong episode of shivers running up her spine as he slid out. Glistening with the remnants of their shared desire, Hannah brought him to her lips.

“You’re so dirty.” Hannah giggled.  Her mouth enveloped him as if he were a breath mint, her tongue working him into every square millimeter of her mouth.  She ran him along the ribbed roof of her mouth, pinned him in under her tongue and pouched him between her cheek and row of teeth as she sensually sucked him clean.

As Hannah continued to savor the taste of their passion, she rolled Bridget over onto her back. Positioning herself between Bridget's inviting legs–thick, pale, and widening–her eyes sparkled with desire and anticipation, ready to bestow upon her lover the same intoxicating pleasures they had just shared.

Hannah knew how Bridget felt about the subject.  Usually he was more of a task than anything else, but once there was alcohol in Bridget’s system and that steamy look in her eyes, Bridget would symbolically forgive the weaker sex for their transgressions–for a time–if for no other reason than to demonstrate her power through the symbolic dominance of the little boy assigned to her butt.

For the next twenty minutes, Hannah devoted herself to the intimate art of pleasuring Bridget. Her lips, tongue, teeth, and her lover’s subject became instruments of passion and delight as they glided over and between Bridget's soft, plush pussy lips.

As Hannah ventured deeper into this carnal journey, she couldn't help but revel in the contrast between Bridget's robust thighs and her own slender ones. The feeling of Bridget's ample thighs pressing against her cheeks and temples was a sensual delight that made her feel appreciated and controlled, each touch igniting a fiery desire within the both of them.

Occasionally, Hannah would gently shift the tiny figure to her tongue, guiding him around Bridget's warm, wet slit like a skilled conductor orchestrating a passionate crescendo. But he’d always return to the pouch nestled between her teeth and cheek.  He wasn’t about to get ALL the fun!

At times, the miniature subject would tumble from Hannah’s mouth or slip from his perch atop Bridget's luscious mound. Hannah, fueled by their unquenchable desire, would simply lick him up from the sheets and resume her artistry, never missing a beat.

Finally, Hannah hovered tantalizingly over her lover's quivering and super-sensitive sex, her breath hot with anticipation. With an exquisite tease, she allowed the subject, imprisoned within a mouthful of saliva and natural lubricant, to drip sensuously from her pursed lips onto Bridget's eager, flaming pussy.

The miniature subject lay there in a disheveled heap, his tiny chest heaving as he desperately sought to regain his breath after the exhilarating journey he had just experienced. His eyes met Hannah's gaze, her raised eyebrow and devilish grin serving as a reminder that his efforts, while exhausting and emasculating, were far from over.

Hannah leaned in closer, her intention unclear to the tiny figure. Anticipation coursed through him as he expected to be drawn back into the depths of her mouth once more. However, Hannah's focus shifted, her attention diverting to Bridget's throbbing clit, a place of undeniable pleasure.

With an expert and learned touch, Hannah's tongue flicked and danced over Bridget's sensitive bud, eliciting a shuddering response from her lover. Bridget's body quivered with ecstasy under the skilled labor of her lips and tongue, sending waves of pleasure through up and down her body.

A devilish smile danced on Hannah's lips as she paused, her gaze shifting to meet the tiny subject's bewildered eyes.

"That's your job," she purred with a sultry command.

With deliberate grace, she continued her descent, moving lower between Bridget's meaty thighs.

She planted big, affectionate kisses on either of Bridget's enormous, plush, and wonderfully hanging ass cheeks, her lips leaving a trail of glistening warmth in their wake.

"And this," Hannah said with more wind than word, "is my job.”

Hannah started making out with Bridget’s tight asshole, her nose pressing firmly against the thick brunette’s pussy as she dug in. Her beautiful closed eyes occasionally opened to check on the subject, verifying that he was putting everything he had into pleasuring her lover.  Hannah’s beautiful, big eyes were fixed on the subject as he wrapped his arms around the humongous clit and did his best to stimulate it.  Bridget was getting close now…and unlike Hannah, Bridget had given plenty of notice this time.

In that charged moment, Hannah received the unspoken signal that it was time to divert her attention.

The blonde withdrew her tongue from its intoxicating exploration of Bridget's massive rear, her tongue leaving a lingering trail of saliva on the tight hole and on her plush cheeks. As hard as he was working, Hannah knew that she’d done more than 95% of the work in getting Bridget off.

In one swift motion, she scooped up the tiny, quivering subject from the apex of Bridget's throbbing clit, her fingers gently cradling his minuscule form.

Hannah was not one to waste time, especially when their shared passions ran as high as they did now. In a moment of heated urgency, she summoned saliva to the front of her mouth, the moisture glistening tantalizingly on her tongue. With a deliberate flourish, she spat upon the tiny subject, a cascade of warmth covering his sputtering face and trembling body.

Her fingers moved with a gliding precision as she began to rub the saliva thoroughly into the tiny man, ensuring that it covered every millimeter of his naked body. She paid particular attention to the top half, the slick moisture mingling with the natural flush of his skin.

As the intensity of their intimate connection grew, Bridget's voice rose in harmony with her escalating desires, her cries of pleasure filling the room and adding to the crescendo of their shared passion. The world outside their cocoon of ecstasy seemed to fade into a blurry nothingness as they surrendered to the intoxicating allure of their desires.

Hannah's fingers held the tiny man with a firm and deliberate care–best she could, anyway–her index and middle finger forming a secure cradle for his minuscule form. Positioned between these two digits, most of his body was held firmly, ensuring he remained within her grasp. The mixture of their intimate fluids – a blend of saliva, sweat, and the intoxicating essence of their shared passion – coated his body, creating a slick, sensual sheen that made him feel slippery and challenging to confidently control.

The slipperiness was a deliberate choice; it was precisely what Bridget needed.

Meanwhile, Bridget's hand moved with a frenzied urgency, fluttering at her sex. Her smaller breasts moved with rapid fluidity as her forearm and small bicep clenched, each touch and movement bringing her closer to the precipice of ecstasy. The room was filled with the heady scent of their arousal, an intoxicating aroma that the subject might have known and understood better than even they did; surely it was unforgettable and mind-shattering.

She whimpered, “Now baby…now!”

Hannah didn’t hesitate.

Hannah thrust her two fingers up as deep inside Bridget as they could go, her thick thighs tightening as if to bar the pleasurable hand from leaving.

As Hannah's fingers explored the intimate terrain, they spread apart, creating a tantalizing separation that caused the tiny subject deep inside of Bridget to lose contact. It was as if he sought desperately to cling to them, resisting the loneliness that threatened to engulf him within the depths of Bridget's sensual sanctuary.

She began to withdraw her fingers, slowly, sensually, then teasingly pushed them back inside, a seductive cycle of pleasure and anticipation. Each movement was a deliberate tease. With each withdrawal, she felt Bridget’s body quiver and with each penetration, the brunette breathed in sharply.  Hannah could also feel the subject occasionally paw at her fingertips, as if they were there to rescue him.  Instead, they’d only play with him or force him deeper.

Bridget herself was reaching the pinnacle of passion and power. Her own fingers skillfully caressed her sensitive clit, her very essence ignited by the dual pleasures of her soul mate thrusting her dainty fingers in and out of her sex and the tiny, devoted man lost deep within her. The symphony of their shared pleasure reached its climax, an unforgettable moment of ecstasy that promised to linger in their memories long after their shared adventure came to an end.

She screamed, raking her fingernails over Hannah’s smooth back.  Hannah screamed in pain and delight, and they held each other as Bridget shook like a leaf, riding wave after wave of knee-buckling consecutive orgasms.

Hannah and Bridget lay sprawled across their disheveled bed, the damp sheets a tangled mess and the pillows haphazardly strewn about. Their once-pristine sanctuary bore the marks of their passionate endeavors, and the room was saturated with the heady scent of their carnal desires. Both women's hair was a tousled tangle, their bodies glistening with the shimmering sheen of perspiration earned through an eternity of passionate lovemaking condensed into a single, unforgettable evening.

Bridget had succumbed to the embrace of slumber, her body exhausted from the intoxicating journey they had embarked upon. Hannah played on her phone, the impending embrace of sleep inching closer with every passing minute. The night had been an epic odyssey of pleasure, leaving them both drained yet profoundly satisfied.

But amidst the weariness that enveloped them, none was as exhausted as their tiny subject. He had been pushed to the limits of his endurance and stripped of any enduring modicum of pride and self-respect, facing challenges that would be inconceivable to a normal human being. However, he was far from normal, for he was the property of Bridget, and a cherished toy of Hannahs–a unique and treasured part of their unconventional relationship.

Lying there, atop Hannah's soft lower stomach, the tiny man felt a persistent sense of dizziness and disorientation washing over him. His world had been a whirlwind of sensations, each one more intense than the last. He had become attuned to the rhythmic rise and fall of their bodies, his miniature form somewhat sinking into the ebb and flow of their shared passion.

Finally, as the evening reached its end, Hannah made the decision that their time together had run its course. With great care, she gently lifted the tiny figure from her stomach, her fingers cradling him tenderly. It marked the conclusion of an extraordinary night, a night that had pushed the boundaries of pleasure and intimacy, leaving both Bridget and Hannah fully sated and ready to embrace the sweet surrender of slumber.

The tiny man lay there, his diminutive, dazzled form covered in a thickening cocktail of sweat, saliva, and cum that had long lost its warmth, rendering him feeling cold and abandoned. He was far from the center of attention during Hannah and Bridget’s play, but now he was nothing more than a forgotten plaything amidst the aftermath of their passionate encounter.

She didn’t pick him up to play with him.  She didn’t even look at him.  She wasn’t interested in him anymore, she was interested in sleep.  This was just something you do when you finish playing with your toys: you put them away.

Hannah rolled onto her side as she propped herself up with an elbow. She slowly inched down the bed until her face was in proximity to Bridget's waist, manipulating her large, swinging breasts into a comfortable position against the wrinkled sheets. Her lips descended, placing a gentle, affectionate kiss on Bridget’s closest hip bone. With a soft touch, she pressed against Bridget's wide waist, a silent request for her lover to turn over onto her stomach, an invitation that a sleepy Bridget lazily complied with.

As Bridget shifted, Hannah's gaze briefly admired the curvature of her plump, doughy ass cheeks, their surface glistening with a tantalizing combination of her own sweat and the remnants of Hannah's saliva.

Without the need for explicit direction from Bridget or the manipulation of her pale, fleshy glutes, the tiny man found himself gliding effortlessly between Bridget's luscious ass cheeks.

He required so little pressure and encouragement to glide into Bridget’s deep, sweaty crack that it was as if he harbored an insatiable desire to return to his haven, nestled within the soft contours of his world between her soft, protective glutes–a retreat to a realm of solitude, a fleeting moment of respite from the constant scrutiny and playful curiosity of his owners. Within the depths of this sanctuary, he found warmth, cushiony softness, and a semblance of solitude, albeit short-lasting and laced with humiliation.

Hannah, with a gentle but purposeful touch, urged the tiny figure further between Bridget's welcoming glutes, a realm that offered him both shelter and deep emasculation. Deeper he ventured, until he vanished entirely, swallowed whole into the embrace of Bridget's luscious flesh, his presence concealed from the world. He had been tucked in for the night, sent home, put away.  He had been utilized to the fullest extent of his unique purpose, only to be put away to focus fully on his primary purpose with Bridget’s bottom…until their desires inevitably called upon him once more.

Bridget's senses stirred from the depths of her slumber, a soft coo of pleasure escaping her lips as she felt Hannah reintroduce their tiny companion into the familiar and intimate embrace of her dewy, heated derriere.

The pale, twin globes of Bridget's buttocks trembled and shifted with a subtle sensuality, like a pair of inviting, plush pillows, as Hannah withdrew her hand, leaving behind a lingering warmth and a series of weak-willed, weak-minded struggles that resonated through Bridget's flesh deep between her cheeks. A playful, shared giggle passed between them, a light-hearted acknowledgment of the intimate games they played, sealed with one final flourish as Hannah bestowed a big, wet kiss upon each of the ample, inviting mounds of pale, cushiony cheek flesh.

Satisfied with the subject’s exit from their passionate evening, Hannah retreated further up the bed, aligning her hips perfectly with Bridget's. Their bodies effortlessly fell into sync, like two halves of a passionate whole. Their heads were now level with each other and they struggled to keep their eyes open. Hannah's bare feet, with their subtle arches, tender soles, and wiggling toes wearing hundreds of kisses, found a cozy sanctuary beneath the covers. She pulled the warmth over herself and Bridget, cocooning them in the slowly accumulating warmth.

Foreheads pressed together, they exchanged loving smiles, their fingers tracing the curves and contours of each other's faces.

"I love you so much," Hannah whispered, punctuating her words with a gentle kiss upon the tip of Bridget's nose.

“I love you, too.” Bridget said with a warmth reserved only for her lover.

She rolled over, her sizeable, inviting derrière shifting and swaying as she backed it up into Hannah's welcoming crotch. Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces and Bridget playfully wiggled her hips against Hannah’s warm, slender body. It was peculiar, Bridget being so strong-minded, firm, and the primary breadwinner, it was obvious that she was the dominant one–the ‘alpha’.  However, one of the few rules of their bedroom was that Bridget was the little spoon.  Perhaps it was due to how well her large ass anchored into Hannah’s hips. It was just meant to be.

Hannah wrapped her arm around her lover's luscious form, her hand finding a comfortable resting place nestled between Bridget's inviting, soft, and perky breasts.

As she held Bridget close, Hannah inhaled deeply through her nose, taking in the sweet scent of her lover's skin, the subtle notes of her soap and body wash mostly replaced by the carnal scent of her perspiration, which Hannah loved even more. With delicate affection, she pressed gentle kisses along the curve of Bridget's nape but the brunette had already succumbed to slumber, her rhythmic snores a soothing lullaby that echoed through the room.

Hannah, feeling the warmth and comfort of their shared bed, nestled herself more snugly against Bridget's expansive, bare derrière. She looked at if her womanhood was just another layer of impregnable defense against any attempts the subject might make to leave Bridget’s rear.  In her drowsy state, she indulged in a few more sleepy, sensuous hip movements, her hips gently thrusting into the soft cushion of her gorgeous lover's voluptuous behind. The thrusts grew progressively weaker as the soothing cadence of Bridget's snores lulled Hannah into a state of serene relaxation.

Finally, with a sense of contentment and bliss washing over her, Hannah too fell asleep, but their naked bodies remained intertwined under the blankets for the rest of the night.

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Lori's slumber was abruptly disrupted by the haunting sound of moans, and she found herself stirred from the depths of her sleep. Startled, her eyes fluttered open, and she remained in a half-reclined position, scanning her surroundings in the dimly lit room.

Only an hour or so had passed since Lori had drifted off to sleep, and her disoriented gaze fell upon an empty space. The room seemed devoid of any visible presence, leaving her momentarily puzzled. Her mind raced with possibilities as she considered the source of the haunting moans. Could it be one of the girls?

A sense of unease crept over Lori, casting a shadow of doubt over her thoughts. Perhaps that Kyle person that was supposedly studying with Isabella had come back…or maybe he never left.

She lowered her hand down between her legs and gasped.  Her panties were soaking wet!

"Was that... me?" Lori asked aloud, her voice a fragile whisper in the quiet darkness of her room. Her heart raced in her chest, its thunderous beats reverberating through her body as she struggled to piece together the fragmented remnants of the dream she’d just woken from.

The dream was packed with emotions and goals she’d never known or even contemplated, and it was woven together with such…unexpected players. Lori had never considered herself prone to such vivid and erotic fantasies, let alone ones that involved other women. She tried to make sense of it all, her thoughts muddled by the lingering effects of the wine she had consumed earlier.

She replayed the dream in her mind, each fragment of memory igniting a spark of curiosity. It felt wrong to dwell on the moments, but it felt so, so good to relive them.

Her hand slowly ventured into the waistband of her panties, her fingers exploring the plush terrain beneath. A surge of electric sensation coursed through her, beginning at her toes and rippling upward, ultimately reaching her fingertips in some kind of erotic closed circuit.

As she delicately traced the contours of her thick, plush lips, Lori's thoughts swirled in a heady mixture of arousal and confusion.

She couldn’t believe how turned on she was right now.   It was such a confusing emotion… and she wasn’t so concerned with figuring it out right now… she just wanted to feel good.  She continued rubbing her swollen lips up and down, periodically playing with her clit.  She thought about kissing…and grinding…and cuddling.

She played the dream back in her head, and when she reached the part where they were playing with their shrunken toy, Lori almost came right then and there.  It felt so real…like it had really happened.  Like she was really watching it unfold.  She bucked her hips several times, trying her best not to moan too loudly.  If the poor little thing in her ass wasn’t already awake, the constant rising of her huge rump up into the air and its forceful slamming had definitely woken him up.

This was just too urgent though…too important to stop.

She went further…getting more aroused…more turned on.  She thought about him being thrust inside each of them and she whimpered.  And then, she took a deep breath and felt the explosion coming.  She pictured Hannah lovingly tucking him in to bed…in Bridget’s big, soft, cushiony, fat fucking ass…that giant booty…safe and sound…protected…insulated from the noise and cold, and—

“FUCK!  ……FUCK!........OH My…….FU-HU-HU-HU-HU-UUUUUUUUUUCK!”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she surrendered to the rising wave of climax. This visceral experience was unlike any other she’d experienced in longer than she could remember, and it left her on the verge of an emotional release as profound as–if not more than–the physical one.

The term "squirter" had never sat well with Lori, but it had been used to describe her during her slightly more promiscuous days. She couldn't deny the undeniable truth of it, and a part of her secret self-love rituals, back when she’d actually have them, had always included placing a thick, fluffy towel beneath her, ensuring that the aftermath would be easy to manage. However, tonight was different, and it felt good to abandon her usual preparations.

As she lay there in bed, panting from the exhilaration that coursed through her veins, she was acutely aware of the aftermath. Copious amounts of her ejaculate adorned her quivering pussy, glazing her thick thighs, and writing a story of passion and spontaneity across her sheets. A substantial quantity flowed down her ass crack, the sensation of it akin to a sweat on a hot day. Her thoughts briefly flickered to the tiny subject, and her heart fluttered with anticipation at the idea of their intimate connection. Would he recognize what it was?  Would it turn him on, too?

The sheer abundance of her release left no doubt in Lori's mind. There was no way he could have escaped its embrace; he must be drenched in her passion. The mere thought of it stirred an ember of desire within her, hinting at the potential for another wave of ecstasy. Yet, fatigue overcame her, the intense sensations having drained her of energy.

Too tired to clean up, Lori surrendered to the embrace of a deep and peaceful slumber, the faint tickle deep between her cheeks disappearing from her consciousness.

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