[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 696 & 697. (Patreon)

Chapter 696: Intermission - Watching videos (Part 1).

Fernanda rushed home that Sunday morning, getting there by about noon after going out. She’d gotten together with Grace again, shown her some of the stuff she’d been working on. By the end of their breakfast, though, Grace gave her something. It was a micro SD card with an adaptor.

“What you wanted,” she said with the biggest, most mischievous grin on her face. “Thanks for the request, by the way. It was a great Saturday. The password is your name.”

Fernanda’s heart skipped a beat and her whole body was covered in goosebumps. She stared at the SD card on her hand, then at Grace with her jaw hanging.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me… We’re going to record some more. You know, in case you want them.”

Grace left with a spring to her step. It also explained why she’d been in such a great mood the whole meeting. Fernanda felt her heart stir and her crotch tingle, but she still wasn’t sure if the sensation was good or bad.

Once home, she grabbed her laptop and jumped on her bed. Her parents were out having lunch and then they’d go shopping for some new furniture. They wouldn’t be back in at least 3 hours.

Her heart raced like crazy. She slotted the card in the adapter and the adapter in her laptop. Her ears burned and her hand shook, making navigating to the single folder in the card awkward.

The folder was named… ‘Incriminating Evidence,’ because apparently they had a sense of humor. Her gut feeling told her it was Oliver.

Fernanda sighed heavily. She understood how it would seem to them, and the name of the folder told her that the group decided to give her this despite being aware of the risk.

She opened the folder and was prompted to input a password. Grace had said it was her name, but… Was it with the first F capitalized? All lower cases? All upper cases? Name AND surname? Dumb questions born from dumb anxiety. It was just ‘Fernanda’ with the first F capitalized. First try, too.

Inside the folder were four videos, which Fernanda found a little odd. From the way Grace spoke it sounded like they… recorded a lot. Maybe they just had fun doing it? Well… No use wondering.

With unsteady hands and a thundering heart, Fernanda clicked on the first video before panicking and remembering to lower the volume as much as she could. She decided against wearing headphones because then she wouldn’t be able to hear if her parents were back early.

Alright, girl. Deep breaths.

The first video started with… Diana. Oh, God, it was Diana. She was right in front of the camera, dressed in a black button-up shirt and black dress pants, and was apparently setting up her phone in a corner of the room. Speaking of, the room seemed to be hers, with a double bed and pretty standard furniture. At least, it didn’t seem like a hotel room and, despite never being there, she knew what Oliver’s room looked like from his videos.

Diana then sighed and looked directly at the camera, or more like… at the person watching.

“Hey… So… I think I understand why you want to do this. I had the same questions when this all started. I wasn’t sure how I’d take it. So… if it feels bad, don’t force it. Just close the video. If not, then…” Diana chuckled. “It sounds weird, but I hope you’ll enjoy it.”

Oliver came into the room a moment later, wearing a white shirt and black dress pants, similar to Diana’s. The lights of the room were on, so… Did this happen at night? Were they just coming back from work?

“So… Are we really doing it?” he asked.

Diana smiled, walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in for a quick kiss. Fernanda’s crotch throbbed. “What? Getting cold feet?” she teased. “Or maybe stage fright?”

“I’m getting better at that, thankfully,” he said with that pure chuckle of his. He then began to look around. “So… Where do we put the camera? Or…”

“It’s taken care of. Don’t worry,” Diana said, undoing his first few buttons as she kissed his neck. From this angle, seeing their profiles, the size difference was noticeable. Diana really was tall.

Oliver sighed, smiled and put his hands on Diana’s waist, meeting her lips in a kiss that deepened really quickly. Fernanda swallowed the saliva quickly watering her mouth. She watched them make out, saw their tongues meeting and saw how they embraced each other even closer by the second. It was so weird.

The man she liked, the man she had fallen for, was passionately kissing another woman. No, not even just ‘another woman,’ but Diana, someone Fernanda knew and respected. At the same time, having kissed Oliver just a couple of days ago, Fernanda knew exactly what Diana must’ve been feeling. No, again she was wrong. It must’ve felt even better because Diana knew what she was doing. Just thinking about it made Fernanda feel an indescribable itch in her own tongue. 

Eventually, Diana pulled away from the kiss with a loud gasp, yet she immediately got on her knees and unbuckled Oliver’s belt.

“Oh, fuck…” Fernanda gasped. This was it. Her heart felt as high as her throat, and the heat between her legs made her press her thighs together while shifting uncomfortably. Then, in seconds, there it was. Fernanda swallowed even more saliva.

It was large. Huge. Not ridiculously so, but even with Diana stroking it with both hands it didn’t fully cover it. It was… fairly thick, too. It was close, but Diana’s hand couldn’t fully close around it.

“You worked hard today. Let me do it for you instead,” Oliver said.

“Shut up. I worked hard and this is my reward.” Diana opened her mouth and took his cock inside her mouth with a faint slurp.

Holy shit.

She was really watching another woman suck her crush’s cock. She watched him run his hand along her hair, taking deep breaths and looking down at her with slightly narrowed eyes and a small smile. She watched Diana suck and lick his cock, bobbing her head back and forth while stroking him close to the base. And she watched for… Wait, how long had it been? Really, she hadn’t even bothered to check the length of the video…

…

FOUR HOURS LONG!?

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Chapter 697: Intermission - Watching videos (Part 2)

Fernanda had been watching Diana blowing Oliver for nearly fifteen minutes already. Twenty minutes in total with that initial makeout session. Her eyes were glued to her laptop screen, and it hadn’t felt like twenty minutes at all.

Oliver still hadn’t come, but they did change positions so that he’d be sitting on the bed. Now Diana had her back to the camera and she couldn’t see Oliver’s dick, but seeing Diana’s head bob up and down, imagining what it looked like…

…

Fernanda clicked pause and moved her laptop aside so she’d have space to take off her shorts and throw them aside. She was getting WAY too wet. She ran to the bathroom for some toilet paper and back to bed to click play again.

It felt criminal, but Fernanda skipped the video forward a bit. She had three hours to herself and this ONE video alone was four. She skipped forward by 10 second intervals, hoping not to miss anything… interesting.

She caught the moment Oliver came, at about the 37 minute mark. They hadn’t changed positions, so Fernanda didn’t see it, but she could tell by how he threw his head back and grunted. She could also hear Diana swallowing. It didn’t seem like they were recording with a phone, because one wouldn’t have caught those subtle sounds.

“Fuck… I needed that,” Oliver said with a chuckle.

“Mmm… Kissing Fernanda left you THAT pent up, huh?” Diana teased.

“Yeah…”

Fernanda almost squealed at hearing her name. Did they forget they were recording for her or was it on purpose!? Her shoulders stiffened, her toes curled and she finally let her hand inside her panties.

She watched them undress, and despite thinking she was prepared for it and even looking forward to it, seeing Oliver naked hit her like a truck. He had a perfectly marked, toned body. Strong arms and legs, perfect abs, slender waist, broad shoulders… A big, shockingly beautiful cock. She swallowed again. It was like she could distinguish every muscle in his body, and really, she could. He could 100% be used as reference to study anatomy for drawing. Diana, too, had a perfect body. Less toned but with no extra fat. Perfect curves, large butt, huge chest, long legs… Oliver definitely had a type.

This time Oliver was the one to attack. He went directly for Diana’s boobs, grabbing them and sucking on her nipple with an intensity that wasn’t there before. Did… Did coming once actually make him hornier? Diana embraced him, pushing her chest against his face and writhing from pleasure, letting out a very soft, drawn out moan.

She had him sit on the bed again, going back to a profile view. Oliver scooted back so that he could rest his back against the wall and the pillows, and Diana quickly got on top of him.

What she saw… It might sound dumb, or perhaps obvious, but it had a huge impact on her. Like, it rewired some cables in her brain.

When she was younger and all her classmates were either talking about, complaining about or bragging about sex, Fernanda was growing curious, too. And like most people her age who are too embarrassed to ask family and have near unlimited access to the internet… Fernanda turned to porn as educational material. 

Her takeaway? Sex was fucking gross. Exaggerated faces, screaming and moaning. Weird and uncomfortable-looking positions. Women spitting on dick. Cringy dialogue and outlandish scenarios as if to cater to an audience that demanded weirder and weirder content to be able to get off. In that regard, the novels Grace recommended were more… tasteful, or at least she could use her own imagination to fill gaps or replace images she found uncomfortable. Hentai manga was actually a lot more to her… tastes, as she’d found that the way people were drawn could have a huge effect on her arousal.

And then she watched Oliver and Diana, and realized that what she’d watched before was indeed porn, not sex. Fernanda watched Diana ride Oliver with her arms around his neck, pushing her naked chest against his. She rocked her hips with more than just up and down movements, and Oliver himself didn’t just sit still. They were in sync, grinding against each other as they were lost in their lover’s eyes. Their moans and breathing came from pleasure and physical movement, not a director’s order. It sounded… WAS natural. 

It was making her pussy burn, but more than that, it was sort of beautiful, both in a spiritual and aesthetic sense. This was sex, passionate love-making. The union of two people who desperately want each other and want to give everything that they are to the other. At least, that’s what it felt to Fernanda as she watched them.

This was only the 45 minute mark. There were over three hours left. Surely this would last for another 20 minutes and then it would just be them sleeping because they forgot the camera was on.

Right?

Right?

Fernanda skipped forward, and every 10 minutes or so, she found them in a new position. Doggy, spooning, missionary, prone bone… There was a short bathroom break at one point, but when they came back…

“Where’s the camera?” Oliver asked Diana. His lover pointed over to it, and Fernanda almost felt caught. She’d nearly forgotten this was supposed to be a recording for her, because she asked. Oliver and Diana had been caught in their own world and hadn’t even looked her way, but now Oliver had taken notice of where the camera was… and he dragged Diana over to it with him.

Diana chuckled. “You sure?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just… want to do it over here now.”

“Yeah, alright…”

Diana bent over a drawer, leaving half her upper-body out of frame from how close they were. Oliver then grabbed her by the waist… and Fernanda had a perfectly clear and up-close view of his cock going inside Diana. She saw his girth spreading her wet, glistening folds and sliding inside.

Fernanda pushed her own middle finger inside her pussy, and that was the last her body could take. She came like she never had before. It usually was a wave of pleasure that ran through her body and was over in 10 or 15 seconds. This? This shook her, made her legs shake and her back arc. 

It was the first time she’d had such a… strong stimulus, and there were still about two hours left of video.

…

And three other videos, too.

Oh dear.