Aria VII - Friends

The sun beaming through the light gauze of the curtain forced Aria awake. Or maybe it was the comforting smell of breakfast cooking. Either way, Aria dragged herself to the washroom to pee and splash some water on her face. At the basin she looked up at the reflection of herself in the mirror. She did look the same, despite all the time outside and hard living. She looked much the same as she ever had.

Her life had always been filled with hardship and strangeness, but these last couple of months seemed to be peeling back layers of fog from her mind and bringing the world around her back into sharp focus.  Aria could not remember a time when her mind had felt so clear. In her time as a sex slave after she was taken from her parents, she was kept drugged and hungry. Over time her body had become immune to the drugs they gave her, and she made her escape. Her very bloody escape. How many had she killed that day? Fifty? Seventy? A hundred men?

Even though her waking mind saw that time and those events dimly, her dreams were often filled with the endless parade of soldiers cocks ramming her mouth, her cunt, and her ass. There was no night and day, no sense of time, just the endless numb haze and the ongoing stream of men seeking release. There had been other girls, of course. Like Aria they were the living dead, reported killed by the soldiers then secreted away in the basement cells of the barracks. But they never lasted long, like the soldiers they came for a time, then were gone. But always Aria remained.

Sometimes she could hear them talking about her. Remarking on her incredible stamina, or her unusual strength. Despite their use of her, they did have a healthy respect for her abilities. They learned very quickly when they first captured her that she was easily stronger than any of them when provoked. It would have been logical for them to kill her, but the appeal of her young tight body was too strong for them to resist. Until the day she broke free.

Pixie was talking to her but she hadn’t heard a thing she had said, lost in her thoughts as she was.

“Are you coming to eat?” She asked, standing lightly on Aria’s shoulder and looking at her in the mirror. Aria grinned as her stomach gave a timely rumble.

“Yes, I’m coming right now.” Pixie gave her a kiss on the cheek and flitted off out the doorway in the direction of the smell of food and the sounds of domestic life. Aria pulled her hair back in a pony tail and followed along behind.

She arrived in the dining area to find everyone already seated, on the floor as was customary in this area. The floor was covered in a thick woven circular rug, at its center a low circular table and around its perimeter an assortment of cushions of various sizes and materials. The starkness of the concrete exterior wall contrasted with the old world luxury of the scene giving Aria the sense that she was standing between two worlds. Keesha beckoned her to a cushion between herself and Sasha. Aria grinned and took the spot, taking a moment to admire Keesha’s heavy breast, revealed by the open fold of her housecoat. They exchanged a quick warm look that made Aria’s own nipples tingle in anticipation. Sasha gave her a good sized bowl that gave off a fragrant scent of spices in the steam that drifted up to her nose. Taking the offered fork she dug into the tasty mix of eggs, meat and vegetables. Her hunger getting the better of her, she wolfed down the food quickly, barely pausing for breath. Sasha didn’t wait for her to ask for more, he had her bowl refilled before she could blink.

She noticed that Pixie had found a perch on Sasha’s knee, just below the hemline of his housecoat. Pixie was trying to sneak a peek, but as Sasha kept moving around she kept getting foiled. Finally, in exasperation she walked up his leg and pulled aside the material herself, revealing his dark flaccid cock resting on large sparsely haired balls.

“Oooooh.” She cooed, hopping between his legs and standing in front of the fat purple head. “Pretty.” She announced happily, giving the head a long kiss.

“Pixie, behave yourself!” Aria said, stifling a laugh.

“It’s fine Aria.” Sasha said, smiling back at her. “I have always been fascinated by the Pixies, and they are so rare. I’ve never actually seen one before.” He looked back down, watching Pixie climb up on his thickening cock. She made happy encouraging noises as  she rubbed and kissed the shaft that she was now straddling. Sasha ran a finger along her hair, making Pixie giggle, before she turned her attention back to the growing phallus she rode. Aria had to admit she was pretty impressed herself, as she watched him harden. Not overly long, but she had seen few that were thicker, and the plump head was a perfect shape.

Keesha leaned over and pulled Aria to her, using her other hand to open her own garment. Aria eagerly took one of her thick dark nipples into her mouth, sucking it intently. Keesha responded with a long low moan, which grew in pitch as Arias fingers found her shaved slit. Leaving the hard nipple behind, she kissed her way down Keesha’s lovely full body, trailing her tongue along the soft dark skin. Keesha spread her legs wide as Aria’s tongue finally reached her wet pussy. She almost purred as Aria’s quick tongue explored her sex, darting in and around all the sensitive places that she knew so well from many nights of sharing their bodies.

She felt Sasha move behind her, pulling off her light shorts. Pixie landed on Arias ass, leaning over so she could watch Sasha line up his thick tool with Aria’s little pussy.

“Oooh, you’re a lucky girl Aria.” Pixie said delightedly. “You’re going to love this thick one!” Aria was going to respond, but before she could the fat head was pushing into her tight cunt and all she could do was gasp into Keesha’s wonderfully wet pussy. Sasha may have been shy to the outside world, but he didn’t waste any time getting his thick cock buried into Aria, pumping her with short hard strokes that pushed her forward into Keesha’s slick slit. Aria took her clit between her lips, sucking on it like a candy. She slid two fingers into Keesha, curling them up inside and massaging the spot she knew would drive her wild. Sasha was grunting and driving himself into Aria, his heavy balls hitting the inside of her thighs with each stroke. Pixie sat on Arias ass, furiously fucking herself with her fingers as she watched Sasha’s thick prick rapidly moving in and out, over and over again.

Keesha squeezed her breasts as Aria brought her to climax, her back arching as the orgasm flooded through her. Eagerly licking up the sweet fluids leaking out of Keesha’s glistening pussy, Aria felt Sasha pull his cock out.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Pixie exclaimed as he stroked his slick cock right in front of her. Unable to contain himself, his cock twitched as the cum shot out onto Pixie and all over Aria’s back. Pixie squealed in delight as she had her own little orgasm, her juices squirting out of her tiny pussy in a long stream onto Arias ass. It mixed with Sasha’s cum and leaked down onto Aria fingers that were busy working her cunt to orgasm. Leaning down, Sasha added to her efforts, licking her deftly with his pointed tongue.

Aria came hard, nuzzling her face into Keesha’s hand as the waves of pleasure shook her body and Sasha expertly kept her peaking over and over, until she could stand it no more and slumped forward, resting her head on Keesha’s ample breasts.

“That was fun!” exclaimed Pixie, still sodden in cum. “Lets do it again!”

Sasha laughed as he flopped down beside them. “I think they need a break, little one.”

“Hmph.” Grumbled Pixie. “You youngsters sure don’t have much stamina.” Pixie landed on Sasha’s leg and gave him her best pouty look.

“Actually, Pixie, you aren’t the oldest person here...” Sasha said quietly, looking up at the ceiling.

Everyone turned at the same time to look at Sasha.

“What?!?” They said, almost in unison.

Coming soon, Aria VIII