Chapter 1

FABULOUSLY FIT FIONA’S FEATHER FINDS FREDDIE’S FRIENDMAKER

Fiona Honeysuckle loved to prance on the stage stark naked carrying only her fully puffed up feather that stretched from her fantastic upper body development all the way down to the top of her nicely shaved pubic mound referred to affectionately by her as her “Mound of Venus”.

The studio where she showed off her light as a feather charms was in a squalid part of the downtown sex for sale area notorious for depraved exhibitions of an erotic nature.

I am her best friend Fanny and I am, how do I describe it ... very close to Fiona and often worship at her shrine of lust incarnate with my silly mouth and eager fingers searching for her cosmic glue that makes her my center of attention, always in my soul of souls.

I know right away you would just shrug your shoulder and say “another one of those “L” stories about females that deep down inside hate men”, but I assure you would be missing the nuance of feminine emotions that can have such an arrangement and still be a servant to the search for cock and lots of it all the time to keep us on an even keel in matters of love and lust.

I have pulled my share of party trains using both of my primary openings inside my professionally skilled vagina and my deviously tight bum.

Of course, I excel in oral contact of the most depraved type imaginable.

In fact, I do not hesitate to tend to my partner’s posterior at such times if he or she desires that tickling touch of my tongue in their sensitive sphincter.

I hasten to add that I am considered quite the beauty by most of the male general public and I know tricks that one definitely does not learn in school or in normal social circles. I learned my skills at an early age passing from one foster home to another meating faux brothers and uncles and fathers in varied positions designed to bring out the best in me to pleasure a male’s horny libido.

Fiona was in my last foster home and she saved my ass more than once in tight situations when I was cornered by one of my new-found male relatives in an indelicate situation that required my abject submission against my will. Of course, I was immediately drawn to her because as beautiful as I was viewed by most, she was far above me in terms of absolute charm and her personality was so designed that most men would kiss her feet and consider it the ultimate honor.

Fiona liked to sleep nude at night and her performances on stage were always totally naked with only her feather to keep her warm.

I tended her toes, giving her professional pedicures and painting her toenails with my special paint creating designs that would inspire men to lick her toes and feet all over covering her with their frenzied saliva and passion of lust for the slightest touch of her body no matter how distant from her center of lust between her legs.

Fiona had a dancer’s legs.

She was not overly tall but for some strange reason when one was on their knees and looking up at her lovely slit or hidden brown eye, she gave off the appearance of height and her legs were endlessly long and slender and delectable to the touch of a finger or the light brush of a loving tongue across the surface of her skin.

Of course, as soon as one reached the promised land of pussy galore or brown eye blinking Morse code saying “stick it here” instead of “SOS”, the admirer would be overwhelmed by her scent of lust or sex incarnate floating in the air between their nostrils and her nicely shaven slit of paradise on the other side.

She knew just how to turn and twist her private parts to seduce any male into impossible promises of future gifts and excited passion that she would merely laugh and enjoy her complete control over her partner’s tongues, fingers and hard rods filled with masculine juices that she enjoyed tasting and comparing one to the other.

Fiona knew how to use her feather in her stage show and also in the bedroom when she would tease the men into a state of agitation and hardness they never thought possible ever before. Then she would only then take up a favorite position of supreme submission and allow them to have her with full carnal knowledge not caring who was watching or how effective was their insertion into her pool of seductive lust. She was always ready with a gasp of passion or a shout of joy at being impaled just at the right moment to drive her partner closer to that point of no return. Eventually, her partners were forced to give up their precious bodily fluids to her thirsty void and they would lay spent either on top of her or underneath her depending on the position of love-making decided upon at the very last moment before insertion.

“No, don’t take it out yet, please! It feels so nice right where it is.”

“But my little sugar plum, I am completely drained. You have coaxed all my spunk from my inadequate body and left me a shell of my former self.”

“Please, sir, I implore you. Leave your hardness inside me a little bit longer. Let me use my feather to show you how nice I can make you feel even though you think you are quite finished.”

I usually was watching her during this sort of thing and I would be sucking on one of her beautiful nipples or even pushing my devious tongue into her indescribably delicious mouth past her cherry red lips that never seemed dry or lacking in passion no matter how many men she had just finished off before our kiss.