the Weekend 2 - Sex Stories

the Weekend 2

The meal over washing up followed then he announced “it was time,” the butterflies immediately returned, as he led her outside and bade her to stand on the veranda. In front of the building was a square of wooden strips very much after the shape of a door frame, he had her lay spread-eagled inside the frame and he spent the next few moments securing her He went indoors returning with the paint brush which he firstly used to dry paint her nipples, her sex and finally her rosebud. It tickled and she said so, enjoying the sensation as he administered to her with the soft brush, Next he produced a blindfold, she raised her head so as he could fit the dark materiel around her head, she then felt the paintbrush repeating the gentle dry brush on the same places as before, finally he painted her nipples oh so lightly, with the contents of the honey jar, then her rosebud and finally her sex with a heavier dose. She felt the frame lifted then being dragged across the ground; it was then stood up before her being laid forward onto the earth, face down, she didn’t understand, her mind in a turmoil now, what was all this about, why the honey? It did not take long to find out, the ground began to move under her, insects seethed onto her sweetened body, she knew to her horror that he had laid her on an ants nest. The effect was instant; she began to writhe in her loose bonds, as the little creatures began to crawl over her skin, she began to scream, and he removed the blindfold stuffing it ...

... into her open mouth to quieten her. Her eyes became focused as he sat on the veranda, a beer in hand smiling at her as the nests contents removed the honey from her nipples, odd braver members of the nest began the trek over her belly towards her sex, searching for the sweet food that he had thoughtfully provided. Her skin crawled literally; he advised her “to keep still” as he explained that “they sting folks when they became angry.” She tried to comply, but the tiny b**sts by now marching from nipple to nest in a black convoy, each carrying portions of the nectar, made that option somewhat harder than she had expected. He stood, was her torment over she wondered, he approached her, bent grasped the frame lifted it, then he moved the frame forward lowering her sex onto the centre of the nest, He sat again watching her every move as the little monsters smothered her in a black carpet, ranging from her rosebud over the labia. She lay resigned now, excepting the irritation as a state of mind, as they again laid a trail from the nectar to the nest, she imagined she was sunbathing on some sunny beach, she was swimming, she was ...but she wasn’t was she, she was laying face down over an active ants nest, being watched as the black hoard irritated her smooth skin. He stood walked to her and to her sheer terror opened the soft lips of her labia, scooping a few of his black pets onto her wet clitoris. She didn’t want too but she had no choice, the stimulated clit betraying her as she ...