山の審判

The mountain chalet was steeped in the smell of pine firewood and expensive wine. I stood at the huge window, staring at the snow-dusted peaks, when Lena came up behind me and ran her fingers along my waist. Her breath scorched my neck. Desire flared instantly, like it always did when she touched me as if we were still those two law students sneaking kisses in the library.

"Masha, in that dress you look like a stern prosecutor about to nail someone to the wall," she whispered, pressing her tits against my back. Her palm slid lower, grabbing my ass through the thin fabric. "But only I know what a wet little slut you really are under that robe."

I laughed, but my voice was already shaking. In the living room behind us, the other girls from the bachelorette party were laughing—someone was cracking open another bottle. It was just the three of us, me, Lena, and her friend Vika, but Vika had long since retreated to her room, blaming the altitude and a headache. Only we were left.

"You're drunk, Lena," I breathed out, turning to face her. Our lips were almost touching. Her green eyes sparkled with champagne and lust.

"I'm as sober as a judge at trial," she answered, and suddenly kissed me—hungry, deep. Her tongue invaded my mouth, and I moaned, grabbing fistfuls of her short dark hair. Lena's hands were already hitching up my dress, fingers slipping under the lace panties and finding my soaked slit right away. "Whoa… Masha, you're already dripping. Did you hear me telling Vika about you in the sauna?"

I froze, pulling back for a second.

"What did you tell her?"

Lena smiled, predatory, still tracing slow circles around my clit.

"How last time, in my office, you bent over the conference table and begged me to fuck your ass while clients waited outside the door. How you came so loud I had to cover your mouth with my robe."

Blood rushed to my face. Little did she know, I'd gone back for my forgotten phone and heard every word from behind the door. I heard Lena describe to Vika how my asshole clenched around her fingers, how I trembled and begged for more. It was so humiliating… and so fucking hot.

"You… bitch," I whispered, but instead of pushing her away, I shoved my own hand up her skirt. Lena's panties were already soaked through. "Then I'm going to punish you to the full extent of the law."

We nearly collapsed onto the wide, soft couch by the fireplace. Dresses flew in opposite directions. Lena was left in a black lace bra, me completely naked. She shoved me onto my back, spread my legs, and buried her mouth in my pussy. Her hot tongue worked my clit fast, two fingers slamming into me hard and deep.

"Fuck… Lena…" escaped my lips, even though I'd promised myself not to curse. Her lips wrapped around my swollen bud and started sucking. I arched up, grabbing her hair. "Deeper… please…"

She looked up, never leaving my cunt.

"Tell me you heard every word I said this afternoon."

"I… heard…" I moaned, feeling her fingers fuck me faster. "Heard you telling her how tight my ass is and how I came when you shoved two fingers in it…"

Lena groaned right into my pussy, the vibration rippling through my whole body. She flipped me onto my stomach, pushed me up on all fours. Her palm cracked down on my firm ass cheek.

"Then I'm doing it again. Only this time you'll be louder, because out here it's just the mountains."

I heard her dig the little anal plug out of her bag—the one we'd bought together the day before. Cold silicone touched my asshole. Lena slicked it up with her spit and started working it in slowly, twisting it in circles. I bit my lip, feeling my sphincter stretch.

"God… slow…" I breathed.

"Relax, counselor. This isn't the verdict yet," she giggled, and pushed the plug all the way in. The full sensation of being stuffed made me moan loudly. Lena immediately shoved two fingers into my pussy, fucking both holes at once. The plug moved in rhythm, creating incredible pressure.

I couldn't form coherent sentences anymore. Just hoarse moans and fragments.

"More… harder… Lena… I'm gonna…"

She pulled her fingers out, slid underneath me into a classic sixty-nine, and pressed my soaked pussy to her face. I dove into her clean-shaven slit, licking her clit hungrily, shoving my tongue inside. Her juices ran down my chin. We were both trembling, Lena's thighs starting to clench convulsively.

"Mash… I'm coming… don't stop…" she moaned into my cunt.

I felt her body arch, felt a hot stream of squirt spray into my mouth. That pushed me over the edge. My orgasm hit so hard I screamed, clamping my thighs around her head. The plug pulsed in my ass in time with my contractions, stretching the pleasure almost to pain.

We lay there, gasping, tangled and soaked. The fireplace crackled. Lena finally pulled the plug out and kissed me, giving me the taste of herself.

"So you heard everything…" she laughed softly. "And you said nothing?"

"I decided it was better to show you my verdict," I answered, tracing a finger over her nipple. "Life sentence in my bed. With the right to daily appeals by tongue."

Lena laughed bright and clear, pressing her whole body against mine.

"Let's appeal to the appellate court right now. Except this time, I want you to put on your prosecutor glasses and fuck me with the strap-on in my bag. Consider this a countersuit."

Outside, snow fell silently, and in the chalet, our long court session was just beginning.