We talk times and schedules and I get dressed and head out for the day. I had been concerned about spending a whole day on the couch snuggling, so the opportunity to get out in the fresh air in a new place is very appealing to me. I also have a chance to call Charlotte and talk to her.
Charlotte is very supportive and unconcerned, except at the idea that I won’t be getting enough sex. She tells me to take my time and let the situation breathe, reminding me that I shouldn’t feel stressed about developing feelings for Ava if things head that way. I assure her that while the situation is intimate and tender, my feelings towards Ava don’t extend past helping a friend in need. Ava’s personality just doesn’t match my own well enough, even though this side of her I’ve seen in the past few hours has been sweet, more humble and vulnerable. Her lifestyle is also too far removed from reality for me, and is unlikely to ever change.
“If the moment is right, try to make love to her at least once,” Charlotte says. “Give her everything like it’s me, so she knows what it’s like.”
“I’ll try,” I say, shaking my head. “I don’t like doing that with anyone but you.”
“Well, then give her what you gave Eliana, at least,” she suggests.
“I think it’s gotta be a two way street, and she and I don’t have that. She’s not open to it,” I say.
“It’s amazing how often I have to talk you into banging other hot broads,” she says playfully.
I surrender at that, and we talk as I roam the city. We hang up when I realize that it’s midnight for her and my day is just beginning.
“I’ll send you something,” she says as we say our goodbyes.
“Like what?”
“You’ll see. Go someplace private.”
I go to a park and sit on a bench alone and check my email. A large file from Charlotte containing long blocks of text and also pictures of a very particular type. I opt to go check in to a hotel room for a couple of hours so I can do this justice, and it’s just as well. I have a whole day to kill.
Once I’m settled in a nice suite in a nearby hotel, I open it up and begin to read.
Once upon a time in an enchanted forest there lived three beautiful maidens named Lucy, Kate, and Charlotte. They were each very comely and fine, each bustier than the last, and all three had lived together in the woods as long as they could remember. They liked to walk in the forest each day, arm in arm, to gather berries and nuts and mushrooms and anything else they could find. Once they had found a most handsome and comely mushroom, and when they had licked it and sucked it and held it tightly, it gave them gallons of the most delicious, hot, sticky cream.
Then, after they all went home and did their chores, Lucy went out all alone and found a way to get all the sweet, white cream all to herself. When she came home, her dress straps were broken and it was bunched around her waist, and she was absolutely covered in sticky cream. Charlotte and Kate had to help her get undressed and fill their kettle with water to heat over the fire so that she could get cleaned up.
“Oh my!” said Charlotte. “You sure have a lot of cream on you!”
“I know,” said Lucy. “My eyes are practically stuck shut!”
“I wish I knew you were going out there,” pouted Kate. “I would have loved some cream for myself!”
“I got it off of my arms, but there was just too much,” said Lucy. “Could one of you help get it off of my face and my breasts?”
“I can help get it off of your face,” said Charlotte.
“I can help get it off of your breasts,” said Kate.
So Charlotte and Kate each got a brush and tried to brush off all of the sticky cream, but it did not work very well at all. Lucy’s hair stayed stuck to her face, and her cheeks squished and moved, but no matter how much Charlotte scrubbed at them, the sticky cream did not go away.
“Those brushes are much too rough,” said Lucy. “Don’t you have anything softer?”
So Charlotte and Kate each got washcloths and tried to rub off all of the sticky cream, but it did not work very well at all. Lucy’s breasts wobbled and jiggled as Kate rubbed them with the washcloth, but the sticky cream did not go away.
“Those washcloths are much too dry,” said Lucy. “Don’t you have anything wetter?”
So Charlotte and Kate each dipped their washcloths into a bowl of water fresh from the well, but they still did not work very well at all. Lucy’s lips and cheeks became redder, and her nipples became harder, but no matter how much Charlotte and Kate rubbed her, the sticky cream did not go away.
“Those washcloths are much too cold,” said Lucy, shivering. “Don’t you have any warm water yet?”
Charlotte winked at Kate. “Yes,” said Charlotte, “I think the water from the kettle is warm enough now.”
But then Charlotte dipped her washcloth into the bowl of cool water fresh from the well and put it on Lucy’s cheek.
“Does that feel better?” asked Charlotte, smiling at Kate.
“No,” said Lucy sadly. “That feels just as cold as before.”
Kate dipped her washcloth into the same bowl as Charlotte and passed it over Lucy’s breasts.
“Does that feel better?” asked Kate.
“No!” said Lucy. “It still feels just as cold as before! I will never be clean! The only parts of me that I could clean were the parts I could reach with my tongue.”
Charlotte looked at Kate. Kate looked at Charlotte. Lucy could not look at anyone because her eyes were still glued shut by sticky cream. She had been standing naked in the cabin for a long time, and now she began to shiver.
“We could use our tongues to help and clean you,” said Charlotte, looking at all the cream on Lucy’s face and neck.
“Licking myself is how I got clean in the forest glade earlier,” said Kate, passing her tongue over her lips.
“Okay,” said Lucy. “Anything! Please, lick me!”
So Charlotte and Kate began to lick and kiss the cream off of Lucy’s face and breasts. Charlotte licked Lucy’s cheeks and her neck, and Kate licked Lucy’s breasts, starting on top near to her nipples. Very quickly, the cream started to dissolve in their mouths as they licked and sucked on Lucy’s skin. Charlotte and Kate licked and licked all over Lucy’s face and breasts for quite some time until they were nearly halfway done.
“Oh, my,” said Lucy. “I did not know that being licked could feel so wonderful!”
As Lucy said this, Charlotte started to lick and kiss around Lucy’s mouth, and Kate took one of Lucy’s nipples into her own mouth and started trying to suck the cream off.
“Oh!” cried Lucy. “OH! I’m.. I’m tingling! I’m—!”
And with that, Lucy pressed her legs together tightly and fell onto the bed, shaking.
“Lucy,” said Charlotte, climbing over her to the other side of the bed. “What’s wrong?”
But it seemed that Lucy had fallen into a deep, enchanted slumber. No matter how hard they tried to wake her, Lucy stayed asleep. Finally, they decided that one of them should go back to the mushroom to see if some fresh cream would break the spell and rouse Lucy from her dreams.
So Kate took a small pail and went out into the magical forest to find the hidden glade where the mushroom stood. She walked and walked until she thought she found the right place, but there was only a small mushroom where the big, handsome, meaty mushroom had been before. Lucy hadn’t had time to tell Charlotte and Kate about what she had seen or done, and so Kate grumpily went over to the mushroom and glared at it. She was so cross that she sat down right on top of the mushroom to squish it flat.
Kate folded her arms over her large breasts, furrowed her brow, and pouted out at the forest as hard as she could. Suddenly she began to feel something strange happening beneath her. She scooted backward in surprise as the small mushroom began to grow and grow, to thicken and thicken, and to lengthen and lengthen. All at once Kate realized that this WAS the handsome, meaty mushroom, and had been all along! She was sitting upon the pine needle-strewn ground, and here the mushroom was coming up right in between her spread legs, towering above her.
Kate was so excited that she leaned forward and gave it a big hug, wrapping both hands around it, pressing it between her large breasts, and pressing her face right up to it, showering the tip with kisses. She felt its stiffness under its soft layer of outer skin, and the pulsating, dreamy warmth made her feel safe and calm.
“I must figure out how to get the mushroom to give me the cream all by myself like Lucy did,” said Kate. “That sweet, hot cream is so delicious that it must be magical, and maybe if I bring some back for her, it will help break the enchantment!”
Kate remembered how hard they had all had to work licking, kissing and even sucking on the mushroom’s tip in order to get their cream earlier in the day, so she decided to do all three. She wrapped both hands tightly around it, and leaned forward to stick her tongue out.
Kate drew her tongue right up the side of the mushroom, all the way to the top, where she kissed the tip. To her surprise, the mushroom twitched and seemed to grow a little bit thicker.
Kate tried licking all around the crown of the mushroom, kissing it as she went. To her delight, the mushroom twitched again and seemed to grow a little bit longer.
Kate tried doing what she had seen Charlotte do and stuffed as much of the tip of the mushroom into her mouth as she could, sucking on it and wiggling her tongue around it a little bit when it reached the back of her mouth. To her amazement, the mushroom did more than twitch, it flexed and grew harder and straighter in her hands. The tiniest bit of sweet, sticky cream leaked out of the tip as she held it in her mouth and she savored it as she swallowed it down her throat.
This taste of the cream made Kate feel so much excitement and so much desire for more that she tried to fit even more of the mushroom into her mouth. She pushed it further and further, and then she gagged and felt the most wonderful feeling she had ever felt! It came from down in her pussy and made her feel tingly all over. She was almost overwhelmed by the good feeling, but when it faded and passed she knew she had to have it again.
Kate opened her mouth as wide as she could and wrapped her lips around the tip of the mushroom, sucking on it and pushing her head down on top of it. The head of the mushroom went back further and further, and when she gagged again the feeling from her pussy was even stronger. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she made a funny noise that she’d never made before, kind of like a humming sound that made her gasp for air. She also heard a funny noise like a “thwip!” from her dress, but she didn’t look down.
This time Kate didn’t take the mushroom out of her mouth, but instead started to move her head forward and back right at the place where the mushroom made her gag. Every couple of seconds she would feel that wonderful, tightening feeling coming up her body, and instead of letting it fade away, she kept it strong by making the mushroom go to the top of her throat again and again. Instead of making her feel sick, it was making her feel good to gag, so she kept doing it faster and faster.
Suddenly, Kate heard the strange “thwip” sound again, and her dress became very loose. Then she heard the “thwip” again, and again, and again, and to her great surprise, her dress fell open from her very busty breasts all the way down to her long legs! She pulled her head off of the mushroom and looked down at herself to see that she was completely naked all down the middle, and when she looked back up at the mushroom, she watched it grow thicker, longer, and woodier than ever.
Kate looked down at her large breasts, now hanging free, her tight stomach, now completely uncovered, and her sweet little pussy, now bare in front of the mushroom, and then back up at the mushroom itself. The mushroom was now far too thick, long and hard for her to possibly fit into her mouth, but it looked so good to her, and she was so excited about how good the sweet, sticky cream would be, that she pulled the remains of her dress off all the way and put the mushroom tip back into her mouth.
Even though it looked too big to possibly fit in there, she decided there must be some enchantment at work because this time the mushroom not only fit easily into her mouth, it started to go down her throat! Kate felt the tingling in her pussy get stronger than ever, and the mushroom in her mouth got harder and hotter than ever, until she could hardly stand it. The feelings inside of her got stronger and stronger, the mushroom tip went further and further down her throat, and just as she felt a surge rush through the mushroom that she knew meant a thick load of hot cream was coming, she was overcome by her own good feelings and her whole body started to shake and tremble. She tried to cry out with joy but her mouth was plugged by the mushroom, so instead she hummed. The mushroom started to blast inside of her throat with cream, and she pulled her head back so that she could taste it. Just as it had with Charlotte and Lucy, it filled her mouth with cream so quickly that she had to take it out as she struggled to swallow it all, so the mushroom sprayed her face with it instead. The cream was so sweet, so hot, and so sticky, that Kate felt her body shake even more and she screamed aloud with happiness.
“Oh, yes! Oh, yes! YES! YES!”
Kate held the thick, hard mushroom as tightly as she could as it sprayed her face and chest down with cream. She opened her mouth wide to catch as much as she could, but each time her mouth overflowed, she felt it dripping down her neck to her breasts, from her breasts to her stomach, and from her stomach to her pussy, and from her pussy down her thighs. She could hardly remain upright and kneeling as she became completely covered in cream, and she was enjoying it so much that she forgot to fill her small pail.
Eventually the mushroom stopped gushing sweet cream, and Kate, completely naked and covered in sticky, hot juice, let it go and lay down on her back to catch her breath.
I finish Charlotte’s story and blink.
“Holy shit,” I say aloud, looking around the room. I hardly remember starting to masturbate, but here I am with my cock sticking out of my fly and cum all over my temporary bedsheets.
I text Charlotte my appreciation and relax for a few minutes. Swedish TV is an odd mix of American shows dubbed into Swedish, American shows subtitled into Swedish, and a couple channels that have incomprehensible local programming as well.
I don’t much feel like museums and tourist attractions, but Stockholm is a fascinating place, surrounded by waterways and blanketed in a sense of history and time. I walk the streets and take a boat ride down the river. The day is short, with the sun setting not long after lunch in the mid-afternoon, and I end up buying some better cold weather gear to supplement what I brought.
A few hours before the concert I arrive at the venue and find Ava just leaving the stage after some sound check preparations. She is wearing a tight leathery costume with knee-length high heeled boots, and unsurprisingly back in her pop star persona. I am sitting in her dressing room when she breezes in with two assistants attending to her needs and thoughts.
Ava gives several instructions and sends them both away before turning and looking at me, her mind three hours ahead where she’ll be singing and dancing for thousands of screaming fans. She softens slightly.
“Hey,” she says. “You enjoy the day?”
“This is a cool place,” I say. “You doing all right?”
“I can’t think about that now,” she says.
“Fair enough,” I reply. “Is there anything I can do for you before the show?”
“No,” she says. “I’ve got teams of people getting everything ready.”
“I meant is there anything I can do for you before the show,” I say, smiling.
“Well, actually,” she says. “When it gets down to the last hour or so, there’s not much I can do but wait and I’m so amped up that I go a little crazy in here. If you want to stick around...” she smiles, and puts a booted leg up on a chair to spread her legs.
“You need a way to work off some energy,” I say.
“Clear my head,” she adds.
“I can stick around.”
I do stick around.
It’s forty-five minutes to showtime when she comes back into the dressing room, still wearing the leather number. It has a halter top with a miniskirt and a lot of skin showing above and below on all pieces. She breezes in, locks the door, and turns to me with a look of absolute hunger in her eyes.
“Hey there,” she says, and walks straight over to me. She straddles me and starts undoing my belt.
“Hey yourself,” I say. “Holy shit you’re hot.”
She lets out a little growl and yanks my pants down. My cock springs free and she spits on it and then lowers herself onto it without preamble.
To go from bored in a dressing room in Sweden to cock-deep in Ava Sinclair’s pussy in sixty seconds is a little overwhelming to say the least, but I can’t complain. She rides me that way, fully dressed, minus the leather panties she was wearing under the mini-skirt last time I saw her, evidently, pushing me back into the pillows of the couch I was reclining on. After a minute she rises and turns, this time squatting on the couch facing away from me and lowering herself onto my cock with her ass pointed at me, a sort of standing reverse-cowgirl. I watch my cock disappear into her pussy and groan. She’s so tight because of the muscles she’s using to squat, and the way she’s bouncing is really a remarkable feat of athleticism. I realize I’m not going to last long even though it’s only been a couple of minutes.
“Oh shit, Ava,” I say. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum!”
In response she bounces twice as fast and sure enough, thirty seconds later I’m blowing my load into her pussy.
“OH fuck!” I grunt, bucking my hips up into her and grabbing her waist to pull her down so I can pump deep inside her.
Ava moans loudly, too loudly, really, and when I’m done shooting I let her go. She pulls off and stands.
“Sorry about that,” I say.
“Fast and hard is exactly how I wanted it,” Ava says. “I’ve got to be in hair and makeup five minutes ago.” She adjusts the skirt and then pulls on the pair of panties she had in her pocket. “Now I get to do a show with your cum in me.”
She unlocks the door and leaves before I can reply, leaving me to hurriedly stuff my sticky, softening cock into my pants.
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