Ecstatic Transformation

V- Pearly Glasses, See The Cat

“Enthusiastic, you’ll be the beast
Beautiful, lustful, I’ll be the beast
Now I’m ready to feast
Life requires another death
Hypnotised by lust you scream
No love needed in the rite supreme
Ecstasy in this sanctuary so heavenly
Don’t be afraid to destroy”

Slowly sweltering in the head haze, the burgeoning summer oozed it’s way into the mansion, slowly roasting and blistering the old house and home, slowly roasting and blistering the current inhabitants of the house turned institution.

A holiday again. As before, many had left, going to families. Others stayed, nowhere else to go or nowhere they’d wish to go.

Summer. It meant more to one than it had before. Previously, oppressive heat and humidity, which would soak her with sweat and leave her gasping for cool air. Now, it would have her convoluted until she heated beyond return, soak her in double sweat and she’d be gasping for more.

Now sauntering down into the kitchen, she looks for relief from the oppressive summer. An open fridge, and a cool blast of air on her skin, momentary relief in the early heat spell.

Glass, juice, ice. The classic combination for days such as these.

Closing the door of the fridge, Rogue looked over at the door she’d entered a bare minute ago, a smile touching her lips as she saw who was standing there.

“Hello, Scott.”

Not demanding a reply, she waltzed over to the counter, hoisting herself up onto it, boots rapping lightly against the sideboard. Raising the glass to her lips, she shifted, made herself comfortable.

Setting the glass down, she asked, “Here to admire the amazing views?”, self consciously spreading her legs a fraction.

“One of them, at least.” His reply came in an instant, and she smiled.

“Just admire?” Her reply came with another fractional spread.

“Depends.” He replied, walking slowly and surely toward her.

“Depends on what?”

“On what I might get.”

A smile and a stroke of her inner thigh was thly aly answer Rogue gave.

“I’m sure that pert mouth can do more than frame words.” Scott said, right next to her, his hand over her hand, on her thigh.

“I’m sure it will.” Rogue replied, spreading her legs furthest. In an instant, his hand snaked up her leg, across thighs tightly clad in fabric, a finger hooking under her panties. In another instant, they were slid off, sliding down fabric coated legs, down large boots.

The hand was back again in an instant, a duo of fingers thrusting into her pussy in an instant. Rogue threw back her head, a moan in her throat, escaping low.

Scott's hand found the clasp for her skirt, and in a moment of well experienced work, he had it undone, leaving it pinned between the counter and Rogue's buttocks, shifting with each thrust of fingers.

Admiring the sight before him for a moment, Rogue split thighed, eyes closed, biting down on her moans as he thrust his fingers into her. His thumb darted across her clitoris, swelling rapidly with blood. This time a moan escaped her lips, loud and lustful. Scott smiled, withdrawing his fingers before bending his head to Rogue's crotch.

Her eyes snapped open as his tongue darted across the lips of her pussy, before thrusting inside in well-practiced movements, thrashing and writhing. Withdrawing, his tongue traced patterns on the lips again, before engulfing her clitoris, a thousand pulses of pleasure a second for a sense of time she lost utterly.

Keeping her legs spread, he thrust in again, and again. Her eyes rolled in her head, before snapping open in wild stares as he engulfed her clitoris again.

Biting down, drawing blood, Rogue raked his hair, gripping it wildly and tightly as he thrust and engulfed her to the point of no return.

Panting heavily, she looked down to see Scott had removed himself from her. Instead, he was pulling her skirt into place. She was about to ask why, but common sense got the better of her, and she did up the skirt.

Stooping to the ground, Scott picked up her panties, but abruptly stuffed them in his pocket, and started to walk out of the kitchen. As he exited the room, she heard an exchange of greetings on the other side of the door. A moment later, and she saw who it was Scott had exchanged greetings with.

"Hi Rogue."

"Hi Kitty…" Rogue replied, closing her legs tight as she slid off the counter.

Picking up the glass that had miraculously escaped being spilt, Rogue walked over to Kitty, feeling gracious and elated. A study in comparison, Rogue in diaphanous top, immaculately dressed in obscure fashion but for the run offs of joy, and Kitty, casually-fashionably-popularly dressed, jeans tight against legs, top equally so, designed to hold fast a braless chest, a break from her usual fashion, cleavage exposed to the heat of the summer.

"What cha doing?"

"Getting food. Want some?"

"Sure." Rogue replied.

"What you want?"

"Don't know. What is there?"

"Uh…toasty pops?" Kitty said, holding up a box of the aforementioned toasty pops.

"Fine." Rogue replied, smiling slightly at the last time someone had mentioned about toasty pops in this same kitchen to her.

She wouldn’t truly remember the majority of the following conversation, the memory of the tongue was too fresh to forget. So instead she sat, and ate, conversation proceeding aimlessly.

Seated across the table, Kitty chatted aimlessly, and Rogue thought of the muffled moans of last night, flexing her legs in memory.

The moans of that night, inexpert but enthusiastic. The frantic sound of fingers sliding in and out of a pussy. Then, Rogue had felt nipples press against the fabric of her top. Now she felt them press against her bra, trapped and contained.

She kept silent as she felt her clitoris rubbing erect against the material of her skirt, swollen in response to fantasies that now blotted out other details. Idly imagining the textures of Kitty, swapping them back and forth with the realities of touch and penetration by Scott.

Flexing her legs, opening and closing, stimulating herself handless, she resisted the urge to slide a hand up her skirt, rapid fire fingering. Resisting the urge to free her breasts, stimulating erect nipples in the sweltering heat.

A bead of sweat ran down her side, and she suppressed the urge to shiver.

“I heard you last night.” Rogue said abruptly, her hand toying with her thigh, tired of the roundabout way of talking.

“What?” The reply, incredulous, from Kitty.

“You have such enthusiasm, you know.”

“I don’t know-”

“Yeah. Sure you don’t.”

“Why should I be open if your not?” The reply, bit back.

“Not the same scenario.”

“Oh?”

“I’m not denying what I do. I’m not saying with who, other than myself.”

“That’s no excuse.”

“It is. Or do you want a list of what my mysterious lover and I do? Or just what I do?”

“What have you done then?” Sarcastic, not expecting an answer.

“Where to begin? With last night, listening to your moans, inspiring me to moan myself?” Rogue started, ignoring Kitty’s furious blushes. “Furious and rough sex in the bushes, penetrating pussy, mouth and ass? Hidden, in toilets? Forcing his head to my pussy? Furiously fingering my pussy and ass, imaging everyone and wanting only one?”

“That-”

“And what of you? I can catalogue masturbation in the night. Ever get kick started by me?”

“It’s hard not to, you hardly give me time to sleep with your noise.”

“And?”

“And,” Kitty continued, face red, a set of determination to finish what she begun. “In the shower. Fooling with boys, fondling each other. Late after track practice, sweaty, pulling up top for breasts and pulling down shorts for pussy.”

She was a perfect picture of repression, face flushing with embarrassment, chest heaving with arousal, faint mounds visible, pressing against fabric, growing ever more visible by the second.

“Is that it?”

“It’s what I’ve just said.”

Rogue smiled enigmatically, pausing and contemplating before replying.

“My catalogue is hardly complete. Dare me to go on?”

Kitty fidgeted, uncertain. Rogue, resting her head on her hand, watched as she was torn between repressions of old and temptations of freedom, cloaked in green. Mounds grown to a peak, obvious to all. Fingers toying with the edge of jeans. Face flushed with arousal and embarrassment in vng dng degrees.

“I dare you.” She replied, voice a whisper. Rogue smiled, tongue darting out to lick lips consciously, obviously.

Beckoning her to follow, Rogue crossed the floor, boots ringing loudly as she made her way to the fridge. Opening the door, the blast of cold air hitting them both. Kitty shivered, and Rogue recognised the source.

“Cold.” Kitty said, making her excuses. She was so close to running, it was plain on her face.

“Sure.” Rogue replied, a smile dancing across her face.

“What’s this got to do with-”

“Shh. Close your eyes.”

Kitty obeyed, uncertain. Rogue took her hand, guiding it inside. The other strayed to her waist, fingers moving scarcely. Placing her hand where she wanted it to go.

Kitty’s face flushed as her fingers started to touch the object, a tiny gasp from her. A noticeable, extra, heave of the chest.

“Can you guess?”

Kitty’s eyes opened, without command.

“You, you use…”

“I see familiarity.”

“I, I used…”

Kitty’s eyes, alive with passion now. Face flushed from arousal, free hand unconsciously on her breast.

“When?”

“Only yesterday. I snuck away with it…used it…”

“Hmm…what time?”

Rogue’s voice, a whisper in her ear, her breasts pressing against Kitty’s back.

“I…in the afternoon.”

Rogue’s hand, sliding across stomach. Tracing upwards.

“Tasty…”

“I…I was.”

“Even so, I think I have some of you in me.”

“You…”

“Yes, we’ve shared our toys without knowing. Surely we can play together knowi?”
?”

One hand, tracing the lower contours of the breast. The other, sliding down a shoulder of the shirt.

“I…oh god…”

“Wanna play?”

Kitty murmured a reply, as Rogue slowly pulled down the shoulders, destroying the line of cleavage, exposing her. Nipples hard in the cold, bl, blown out by the fridge, erect from arousal, the impact of air merely adding to all the levels.

“Oh god, Rogue…I…”

“Shh. Shh. I know what to do to you…you’ve heard me in the night, haven’t you?”

“But what about…”

“I doubt Scott will bother us. You see, I know what he’s just bought today, and how busy he gets.” Rogue , pl, pleased with her lie. “Now, you’ve heard me at night, haven’t you?”

“Yes, yes…”

“Then you know I can make you scream.”

Abandoning words for the sake of pleasure, Rogue’s hands darted across the fleshly landscape, bounded only by the line of cloth below soft lines, wrapwrap of cloth pinning Kitty’s arms as it slid down her stomach.

Gloved hands, darting across nipples, lingering and teasing, before caressing flesh in ways slow and lingering, as well as the fast, darting touches, disappearing before their impact was even registered.

Hands darted down to jeans, undoing and unzipping, darting back to breastscusicusing attention on them, surprising with a yelp turned moan with a lick of the neck.

Jeans sliding down legs, Kitty moaned in realisation. All things were nearly all things aroused, but the faintest of doubts lingered long enough to make itself count.

“Rogue, I…oh god.” Hands, darting down panties, caressing lips. “Oh god, Rogue. I. I’m not. Ah, you’re. Oh god.” A gloved finger, darting in and out. “I’m not ready for. Ah! You’re so good, but…”

“But what?” Rogue froze her hands. One on breast, teasing nipple between forefinger and thumb. The other down panties, a finger already slipped in.

“I’m not ready. For this. Not yet. Please.”

Rogue stepped back, removing her hands. Kitty turned around, and their eyes locked for a brief instant, before Rogue’s eyes darted across her form, chest heaving from what she’d been given.

Kitty looked in Rogue’s face, and saw.

“Maybe not now, but I’ll make it up to you. Now.”

“Oh?”

Pulling off her top properly, kicking off jeans, Kitty was watched avidly by Rogue, as each voluntary movement brought about involuntary movement. Then, leaving her clothes on the floor, Kitty turned around, denying Rogue a view of her breasts, but giving a view of her ass, be-clothed. That sight was soon improved by the removal of panties, but even then Rogue waited as Kitty reached into the fridge, closing the door behind her. Then she turned to face Rogue.

She held the cucumber, and soon sat herself, spread legged, on the table. Pulling out a chair to a comfortable distance, Rogue sat, eager to watch, her own legs spread and an aroused smile creeping across her face.


The grounds were vast, forest encroaching on their edges. Within viewing distance from the mansion, they were light and carefully cultivated and controlled.

Standing just in the tree line, sunlight filtered by the canopy of leaves, Rogue looked over at the mansion for a moment, the dominant feature on the landscape.

She’d left Kitty in their shared room, handing over a favoured dildo, leaving her horny and naked.

Scott and what he had purloined was an uncertain angle. Guesses could be made, but Rogue wasn’t eager to guess right now. For now, she wandered through the woods, the shade taking the edge off of the heat.

Deeper into the woods she went, her mind darting back in space and time.

The kitchen, Kitty driving her chosen instrument into herself, eyes fix on on what Rogue had shown with the movement of a few muscles. Spread and lift, a straight view between.

Teasing had soon become too little, and fingers soon found their way up, freeing nipples, pressed hard against fabric, free to be teased, to drift against fabric.

Now in the forest, memories lead to a reconstruction of events, liberties taken. Momentarily topless, followed by a replacement of thin and green top. Bra held loosely in hand, breasts held loosely by the top, nipples rubbing freely against fabric. They had been pressing hard, and though the sensation was missed, the wafting sensations that replaced it were worth it.

Then, in the kitchen, Kitty had writhed, layers peeling away, moans rupturing from her mouth. Rogue had already teased all that could be from attention to breasts and nipples, moving her hands down to hitch up her skirt further. Degloved, one hand toyed with the lips before thrusting in a finger, followed by more. The other hand let the first do the thrusting, while it ran over lips and to the swollen clit.

Kitty came, moaning and shaking, before Rogue could admit anything but a few choice moans. In the aftermath, Rogue licked the cucumber clean. By the look on her face, viewing such an act nearly made Kitty come again.In tIn the woods, Rogue dropped bra and gloves onto a large, protruding stone, plant life clinging around it. Soon her top and skirt lay next to them, Rogue herself spread on the stone, hands darting across her body.

In her memory, her bra pressed against the underside of her breasts as she returned the instrument of choice to its place. Turning back, Kitty stood rapt, staring.

“Do you want to see?” In her memory she asked.

Kitty had nodded eagerly, and then Rogue had explained. Then Kitty had complied, eagerly.

In the woods, her breasts pressing against the cold embrace of the rock, Rogue re-enacted. Her hands ran along her legs, taking liberties with history, a pair from the left slowly forcing themselves into her ass as a pair from the right forced themselves into her pussy, both thrusting in unison, moans escaping from her lips.

Pulled in inescapably tight, recent memories rushed to the fore.

Kitty, writhing on the floor, her fingers thrusting into pussy and ass, moans spiralling out of control.

Herself, skirt discarded, propped up against a cabinet, legs spread, being watched with rapt fascination by Kitty as she started off slowly, toying with lips, then thrusting, then focusing on her clit, Kitty absently fingering herself, before discarding any pretence and moaning as she and Rogue masturbated together on the floor.

Following Kitty up the stairs, her clothes gathered in one arm. Watching with fascination as every voluntary movement led to an involuntary one.

In their shared room, Kitty already fingering herself, her eyes fixed on the curve of Rogue’s ass, the erect nipples sliding freely against fabric. Pulling out the favoured dildo, and handing it over.

Kitty closing the door, a last sight for Rogue of her roommate unburdened.

In the forest, Rogue screamed.

The garage was large and spacious; it’s room for accommodation of vehicles considerable. Its repair facilities too were something of envy, but the focus would invariably be drawn to the vehicles that dwelled within the place’s confines.

There was one to admire such things, if it weren’t for another, far more pressing matter on her mind.

Leaning against a wall, the minutes dragged by slowly, surely.

Eventually, the door opened. A figure came in slowly, closing the door behind. Looking eagerly. Looking into the darkness.

“About time.” From the dark, sultry and ever so eager.

“I had to kill time, until things were safe. I hope you’ll forgive some stains.”

“You know I will.” The voice was quiet, directionless. Searching for it was an effort in futility. Breath could be heard, faintly.

Her breath, forcing upwards from want, from stifling heat. Before, it had been at full pace from exertion, running across the grounds, finding an entrance. Sweat running down her skin, the sun beating down on every inch of it.

“Then can you return the favour?”

Silence, broken only by quiet movement.

“Of course I can.”

The voice was in his ear, the body against his back. Hands on the zip, slowly tugging.

Moving, leaning against a car, bracing himself, he took her own, and moaned in delight. Boots and tights were all that obscured, as she leaned in to kiss him, forcefully and passionately, hands still working, pulling free his cock.

For a moment, he brushed against her pussy, and he resisted the urge to thrust into her, letting her lead the way, unsure if any precautions had been made.

Sliding down him, she let his cock trail across her stomach, her breasts, before slowly tracing him with her tongue, wrapping her lips around, slowly taking in all.

Slow, quiet moans. Nearby, footsteps resounded. In the distance, cars motored past.

The tempo of fellatio changed, abruptly. Her tongue worked faster, wrapping while she contained, licking when she didn’t. She let his cock slide out of her mouth, hanging free for a moment before teasing the head with her tongue, and then taking every inch once again.

Building to a peak, he gasped aloud, hands tightening their grip on metal as he let himself go.

Looking down, he saw his cum running down her chin in small rivulets, splattered on her breasts. The sight was enough to elicit a moan of pleasure.

The door to the garage swung open. Silhouetted in the light, a newcomer.

Staring in shocked arousal, she stood in the doorway for bare moments. The shirt that flaunted cleavage clearly visible, as were the painfully erect nipples, straining against fabric. Chest rising and falling, eyes wide, Kitty stared at the scene before her.

She ran. Nearby, a car pulled up.

Scott and Rogue did what they could, knowing how futile it was, knowing that the months old secret would be exposed.

Outside, the sun beat down on the house, and the car parked outside it. It beat down as the revelations came, and it set as those revelations carried on changing the courses of those inside it.