Erotic Horror A Stay in the Country

A Stay in the Country

Arrival

Veronika watched the taxi drive off into the distance down the winding country lane. From her vantage point on top of the hill, she could see its taillights slowly make their way around the endless curves and twists until they vanished over the next hill. She suddenly felt very alone, the advert had said "isolated English country cottage" but she hadn't expected it to be so far from civilisation. It had been a few miles since the last village, which had only contained about thirty cottages, and a real town was at least fifty away.

There had been the odd farm building closer than the village but no sign of any people and even the last barn must have been a mile away. The only thing closer had been an old church, just a little way down the road, but that had looked abandoned, the graveyard overgrown and half the tiles missing from the roof.

A quick look at her phone confirmed her fears, not a hint of reception, and they had been no mention of Wi-Fi at the cottage either. It looked like they would have to make their own entertainment during the week as Netflix and Spotify were out.

Still, she was on holiday and they had wanted a break doing something different - this was certainly going to be it. She only wished her friends would hurry up and arrive, she'd didn't like the idea of being so alone. She again cursed the last-minute delays in the office which had meant she'd been the only one who could leave on time to meet the agent to get the keys to the cottage. She just hoped they wouldn't be more than an hour or two behind, she knew she tended to get bored rather quickly.

Veronika turned and wandered up the long path through the rather rustic garden, as the sun made its slow descent behind the hill. The early evening air was chillier than she'd expected and she wished she'd been wearing an outfit that covered a little more of her trim body. Indeed the tight black skirt and green vest top might have looked rather hot, clinging tightly to her perfect arse and pert, if not large, chest but did little to keep her warm. Hopefully, it would be warmer in the cottage.

Hurrying up the path with her large bag in hand she let her long, slightly curled, brown hair fall around her bare shoulders, hoping it might keep her a little warmer. The path was sixty or seventy yards long, a stone track through large overgrowing bushes, tall gnarly trees and beds of wild and bright flowers. She recognised some but many were utterly unfamiliar and even odd-looking - large, dark green leaves nearly as big as she was; flowers with black petals and slimy, pollen dripping stamen; bushes made of clusters of thick rubbery vines; and trees with trunks covered in sharp thorns. It wasn't quite the rose-filled English country garden she was hoping for but it was certainly interesting.

As she turned around one last bend in the path she finally got a good view of the cottage. She could instantly see why it had been so easy to book at the last minute, even on their low budget - it certainly wasn't a picturesque little place. It was only one floor with a classic thatch roof but the usually brown reeds of the thatch had been utterly overgrown with a spiny thick, dark green vine so almost none of the original structure could be seen and in parts, the arboreal invader seemed to almost be menacing and attacking the house. The walls of the cottage were also rather odd, instead of the local pale grey stone most houses in the area used, they were built from large blocks of a nearly black, slightly shiny stone. It gave the whole place a very unusual look, though not unappealing, just unlike anything else Veronika had seen.

Beginning to wonder what the inside of the cottage would look like she carried on down the path. It was slightly overgrown here and she had to step over one large bush where its' giant purple leaves had spread halfway across the path. However it was so large she didn't quite make it and the sharp heel of her knee-high boot fell on one of the wide leaves. As the heel of the boot dug into the soft flesh, a thick, gooey sap squirted out and sprayed up, coating almost all the way up the black leather to the bare skin above. She squealed in disgust and hurried on, vowing to clean the boot as soon as she got inside.

By the time she had reached the door of the cottage, the goo had started to drip down her boot and she was leaving a small trail of the sap behind her. Veronika tried to ignore it, but its smell had begun to waft up, a sweet, intoxicating and tempting odour unlike anything else she had ever smelt. At first, she kept looking down at it, watching the sap dribble off her sharp heel, before turning away, letting the sweet smell fill her nose.

She then did something she would never be able to explain, she bent down and scooped up several lumps of the sap with her fingers, running her hand right along the leather of the boot to get as much as possible. Standing up again, and without even half a thought, she then brought her fingers to her lips and licked the very tip, tasting just a few drops of the sap.

As the green slimy goo touched her lips and tongue it sent a tingle all through her body which became even greater as the sweet-tasting slime slid down her throat -- it tasted delicious and seemed to excite and please every part of her. Without a further pause, she licked the rest of the sap from her fingers, greedily enjoying every drop as she swallowed the warm juice.

With it all gone, and the last of the odd tingle slipping from her limbs, Veronika smiled and giggled slightly -- she might have been on holiday to see new places and try new things but had not expected that. The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous her behaviour seemed to her. The plant could have been poisonous or at least completely unpalatable. She'd been very foolish to taste it. Chiding herself and still rather confused as to why she'd done it at all, she turned back to the cottage door.

Facing the door she pulled the old key she'd been given out of her bag and opened the solid wooden door. It swung open with a somewhat alarming creak and revealed the dark interior of the cottage. With a slight sense of trepidation, she stepped inside.

To her surprise the cottage was rather nice inside, a certain oddness to it, just like the exterior, but rather grand. It wasn't large but big enough for their stay with the front door leading to a large main room, through which she could see interior doors opening into a small kitchen and a corridor which led to the cottage's three bedrooms.

The decor was predominantly dark - deep reds, dark browns and a preponderance of black. The furniture looked old, antique even, but all expensive. Most of it was wooden and ornately carved with complex patterns across much of it - even the rather comfortable cushions on the large sofa in the centre of the room were covered in a dark and twisting patterned fabric.

What caught Veronika's attention though was the artwork covering the cottage -- many paintings hung on the walls whilst small statues sat beneath them and almost every surface was covered in odd knick-knacks and strange little items. These were not generic landscapes or cute puppy statues either but unusual and striking pieces.

Most seemed to show mythical animals and monsters, some of which were creatures Veronika vaguely recognised from movies or video games but many more seemed to have sprung from some mad artist's imagination. They were made up of tentacles, teeth and unnatural bodies. Overall they were strange, utterly inhuman and a little scary. Veronika couldn't decide whether the full colour and detailed paintings were more unsettling than the three dimensional yet grey stone statues. Either way, they were very odd.

Yet as strange as they were Veronika found them rather fascinating, she'd always kind of liked weird and odd things and the décor was definitely that. Dropping her bag on the couch she moved around the room, briefly looking at each piece. As she looked at several of the paintings she noticed that along with the extraordinary monsters there were several women featured too. They were much smaller than the huge creatures, and without exception, they all were pretty, rather scantily clad and, if she had to guess, about to be ravished by the monsters. There was nothing pornographic about it but it was abundantly clear that things were about to go in that direction and the women didn't look that unhappy about it either. Veronika shook her head and giggled, thinking a little about some of the things she'd see on the internet -- clearly tentacle porn wasn't a new invention after all.

Tearing herself away from the paintings she wandered around the room some more, examining more of the statues and other items, noticing for the first time that the carvings on the furniture and almost everything else in the cottage depicted much the same things as the paintings and statues. The sides of one cabinet showed a giant tentacled dragon menacing a trio of girls, the bookcase had some slime-coated blob on it and even the arms of the sofa were shaped into the tentacles of some beast.

Turning from the furniture she popped her head into the kitchen, which at least looked more normal with all the expected items in place. All in all, it was not what she'd expected but she was here now and it wasn't too bad, once the other two arrived and the wine started flowing it wouldn't matter at all. So grabbing her bag she headed to the bedrooms to unpack.

As darkness fell, Veronika switched on the pair of lamps in the main room and with a hint of apprehension sunk into the rather comfortable sofa. She'd studied the carved wooden frame and worked out that not only were the arms shaped like monstrous tentacles but in fact the whole frame was a mess of wrapped and twisted limbs. Whilst it was comfy, it was all a bit weird and she was beginning to hope the other girls would get there soon, with no reception on her phone she'd heard nothing from them, but thought they really should be there within the hour.

She'd spent the last couple of hours unpacking and investigating the odd house. It was much as she has first seen - comfortable but very quirky with bizarre, monster-infested decor. It was a touch disturbing but at the same time intriguing. She wondered why anyone would have a home like this, let alone look to rent it to people for holidays. The only idea she had was that maybe the owners were goths or massively into the occult, but still, she really thought they should have mentioned it in the advert.

Despite the weirdness, she found she couldn't help but stare at the artwork and the strange monsters they contained. It might not have been a style she'd have picked for her own home but it was oddly fascinating. The longer she spent in the cottage the more she found she liked it, the creatures no longer unsettling her but just intriguing. She found she wanted to learn more about them and truly what the art depicted.

Keen to learn more she'd gone to the bookcase in the corner of the room. Almost as she expected she'd found it filled with books on witchcraft, the occult and mythology. She'd previously read the odd book on the more esoteric side of history but these were on another level. She wasn't even sure what some of them were about, the terminology a total mystery to her. A few though covered straightforward magical history and areas of myth she had at least heard about. So she'd picked out a couple that she might read during their stay, the subject matter fitting the cottage perfectly. The first of them, a book about local legends sat waiting to be read on the table beside her, she figured it would pass the time until the other girls arrived.

Before picking up the book she stretched out on the sofa, a hand running up and down the right arm, enjoying the way the smooth, curved, wooden tentacle slid through her palm. She hadn't even noticed she'd started doing it but now that she had, she didn't want to stop. Not even really thinking about it she put her other hand on the left arm of the sofa and started caressing that in the same way as the other, the wooden tentacle slipping around her fingers.

The wood felt good, almost warm, almost softer than it should. She settled back in the soft cushions, smiling, and a moment later she pulled her legs up onto the sofa too, not caring she still had her sexy high heeled boots on. She forgot about the book and spread herself along the sofa, stretching out. Then she started running her hands along and around the tentacle arms and the along the back where more tentacles were carved. She felt so comfortable, so safe, so relaxed on the sofa - it was as if the lovely tentacles were wanting to wrap around her and keep her safe. She suddenly felt a rush of warmth through her body, and felt oddly but undeniably horny. Unbidden she let out a quiet and contented moan.

Without even thinking about what she was doing Veronika moved around again toward the end of the sofa until she was straddling one of her arms. One booted leg on the sofa, one on the floor. Then, not even knowing why but with a burning lust now filling her, she pulled her short skirt up around her waist, revealing the skimpy pair of black panties she wore and then lowered herself onto the sofa arm, pushing the soft wood against her pussy.

"Uhhhhh...." Veronika moaned as she started to grind against the wooden arm. The book, her friends and everything else was forgotten as she pushed down against the wood. With a few thrusts the tiny, and now wet, strip of material that had covered her hole bunched up until it slipped between her pussy lips whilst sliding between her arse-cheeks at the same time.

Yet even that didn't feel right, still too much between her and the carved tentacle, so with a groan of frustration Veronika stopped, stepped back briefly and pulled the dripping panties off before tossing them to the floor and then resuming her position.

"Yes!" She cried as her now bare pussy slid onto the wood. It felt so good, so right. It didn't matter that it was so weird, that the horniness had suddenly hit her for no reason, she just had to hump the sofa.

Slowly she started to fuck the arm of the sofa, pushing her pussy as hard as she could against the wood. Pleasure started spreading over her body, she felt her nipples harden and she grabbed at her breasts, squeezing the firm flesh.

"Uhhhh! Uhhhh!" She groaned, moaning each time she pushed her way along the tentacle shaped arm, trying her best to drive her body onto the wood.

Soon the sofa arm was dripping in her juices and she slid along it with ease, rubbing herself harder and harder against it. She was moaning loudly now, ecstasy filling her. Veronika just couldn't get enough, she knew she was just rubbing herself on a sofa but it felt so much better than anything she'd done to herself before, any time she had masturbated, no matter what toy she had used. She was beginning to think it was even better than any time she had been with a man. It was completely bizarre but this weird sofa was giving her the best sex of her life.

Slowly the fire built within her, she could feel herself getting closer and closer, pushed herself faster and harder still against the wood. She had to make herself cum.

"Fuck! Uhhhhhh! Yes! Make me cum! Make me cum!" Veronika cried, not sure if it was directed at herself, the sofa or something else entirely.

Then just as she was on the cusp there was a loud knock at the front door. The sudden noise made her jump and she slid off the sofa, shaking her head. Embarrassment overwhelmed her. She had no idea why she had just been fucking a sofa? There was another bang at the door as she started to wipe the sweat of her masturbation from her forehead.

"Veronika! You there?" It was Lara's voice, her friends must have arrived.

Shaking her head again Veronika tried to forget what had happened -- embarrassed her friends had turned up when she had been doing that and shocked at what she had been doing in the first place. She was about to go open the door when she saw her panties still lying on the floor and, worse, the arm of the sofa dripping in her juices.

"Umm...yeah...I'm here...hang on....I'm just getting changed..." She shouted out to the others.

"I've seen you in your underwear before! Just let me in! We've been travelling for hours." Lara shouted back.

But Veronika couldn't let them in, she had to clean up the mess she'd made from her ridiculous actions. She had no idea why she'd done what she had, it was just such weird behaviour. It wasn't that she didn't masturbate but a quick play with her fingers or occasionally a small toy usually did the job. It certainly didn't need household furniture. Though the why was only part of it, the fact she had enjoyed it so much bothered her even more...

Trying to forget it all she grabbed her panties, pulled them on over her boots, smoothing them down in place over her still dripping pussy before straightening her skirt. Checking herself in a large, ornate mirror on one wall she decided she looked a bit red and sweaty but basically okay. She'd just tell them she'd just got back from a run, that would make sense.

She heard Lara banging on the front door again as she turned back to the sofa. The arm that she had been fucking was still glistening with her juices. She didn't think she'd ever been so wet before and her goo had gone everywhere. The arm was covered, but it had also dripped onto the cushions and floor underneath too. Panicking she looked around for something to wipe it up with but there was nothing, at least nothing that didn't belong in the house and couldn't just be thrown away after.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" She whispered to herself. She had to do something fast.

Utterly out of good ideas and fearful that her friends would walk in and find the place covered in her juices, she fell to her knees by the sofa.

"Just do it, Veronika!" She said to herself, trying to build up the courage to do something even weirder than fucking the sofa in the first place. "Do it!"

Closing her eyes she then bent forward and licked her pussy juice off the wooden tentacle. She'd expected it to taste tangy and gross but it didn't. It was sweet, like honey or caramel.

"Mmmm..." She said without thought, her own taste filling her mouth, the delightful flavour sliding down her throat. What she had thought was going to be disgusting, was in fact a treat. She had to have it all.

Forgetting the banging on the door she set about licking up every drop of her own juices, savouring each drop on her tongue, and then again as she swallowed it. First she cleaned off the arm, then bent down further to lick up the small puddles on the floor. Each taste was better than the one before and seemed to reignite the burning lust in her body. Before Veronika even knew what she was doing she was on all fours, with a hand inside her panties, pushing herself closer to orgasm with each lick of her own nectar.

*******

Lara knocked on the door yet again but still got no response. She had been looking forward to this holiday with her best friends for months and did not expect it to start with Veronika not even letting her into the cottage! They had all been working hard for months and they'd planned it as a break from everything -- the stress of work, the hectic city life and their continued failures with men. It was going to be a week of wine, laughter and quiet country life with the girls - and Lara wanted it to start now.

Finally deciding not to wait any longer for Veronika to finish changing or whatever she was doing, Lara fumbled around in her bag for the key that they'd picked up on the way. After a moment finding nothing beyond the usual junk in her bag she began to wonder if Katherine had taken it instead. Katherine was the third of their trio and was still dealing with the cab driver and getting the rest of their luggage. She wouldn't likely be too long but Lara didn't want to hang around outside just waiting either.

She was about to give up and go find Katherine when finally she found the small silver key at the bottom of her bag and then quickly got the door open. As she walked in, the heels of her boots clicking on the wooden floor, her senses were assaulted -- the bizarre occult art making her spin around in surprise as she tried to take it all in. That was quickly replaced by what she smelt and heard -- the undeniable stench of sex and loud moanings of a girl about to cum.

Grinning in disbelief Lara turned to the source of the moans, just off to one side. She saw Veronika, kneeling before an oddly shaped sofa, bent slightly over it, licking the dark wood of its arm. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, her panties were down around her knees and several fingers were working away in her soaking pussy. The latter was particularly obvious to Lara due to the way Veronika was bent forward over and she really could see every detail of her friend's sopping and aroused hole.

Shock, surprise and embarrassment all hit Lara. She looked around, trying to see the best way to escape, expecting Veronika to have heard her enter and to stop any moment, which would then no doubt lead to a very awkward conversation. Yet as Lara went to turn and flee she realised Veronika hadn't stopped, hadn't seem or heard her. She seemed completely oblivious to Lara's entrance, totally entranced by her licking and masturbating.

Lara knew she should leave, pretend she had never come in and wait for Veronika to finish. It was a weird thing to be doing, especially as she had known Lara was there, but she didn't want to embarrass her friend. After all, sometimes you got so horny you just had to deal with it.

She was about to quietly turn and leave when she realised her gaze was still locked on Veronika. She stopped for a moment and began to take in what she was seeing. Noticing how sexy Veronika looked, revealed yet still almost fully dressed. How beautiful she was, how perfect her pert little arse was and how enticing her sweet little pussy looked. Lara began to take it all in, the stench of sex filling the room, Veronika's deep, sexual moans, and the quieter sounds of Veronika's fingers squelching in her pussy all adding to the erotic tableau.

Lara felt overcome with lust then, and her pussy begin to get wet, unbidden but uncontrollable. Before she even knew what she was doing she found her hand was slipping under the waistband of her jeans, sliding between her warm skin and soft cotton of her panties, fingers brushing through the trimmed line of hair and then her tips touching her hole.

Slowly her fingers entered herself as Veronika continued to fuck herself in front of her. Lara had never felt so horny, she needed cum so badly. Slowly she moved her fingers inside herself and then back out, a second time, a third. She felt so horny, she had to cum so very badly, wanted to touch someone, to fuck someone. She went to take a step forward, unsure what she was going to do but suddenly needing to be closer to Veronika.

"Arhhhhhhhh!" Veronika suddenly screamed, her orgasm hitting her hard as she fell to the floor.

Lara panicked, the embarrassment and shock flooding back with Veronika's climax. She pulled her fingers from inside her jeans and taking advantage of Veronika rolling on the floor, totally overcome with pleasure, she darted back through the front door, not quite knowing what had come over her but vowing to wait for Veronika to let her back in again.

Veronika quietly walked toward the front door. She was somewhat dazed and confused. It had taken what had seemed like long minutes for her orgasm to slip away, and she still felt befuddled by her actions leading to that. Why had she licked up her own juices? Why had she made herself cum as her friends waited outside? It was all so weird.

As soon as she reached the door she tried to brush her hair back into place, wipe the sweat from her brow and straighten her clothes a little. After doing her best to hide her behaviour she pulled the door open to find Lara standing there, idly playing with her phone.

"Hey! Sorry that took so long. I was so tired from the journey I fell asleep." Veronika blurted out as soon as she opened the door. As she spoke however she felt herself go bright red and turn away from Lara. She was just so sure Lara would guess what had been happening. She readied herself for a barrage of questions from her friend.

Instead, Lara just replied in a quiet voice, babbling almost as much as Veronika had. "Don't worry...it's nothing. Wasn't waiting long or anything. No problem."

Surprised by this Veronika looked up at Lara to see her friend half turned away, just as red as Veronika felt. Whilst not sure what this meant Veronika just thanked her luck and decided to forget about everything that had happened, instead focusing on enjoying the holiday with her friends.

"Well, it's great your here!" Veronika said as Lara finally turned to look at her.

Lara was one of Veronika's two best friends. They'd met a couple of years before when they ended up working together and had quickly become close. Physically Lara was Veronika's opposite. Veronika was tall and trim with long legs, a tight little arse and smaller, if very pert, breasts, along with long brown, curled hair. Whilst Lara was shorter, with straight blonde hair and a curvy body of large, full breasts and a rounded arse. Yet both were very pretty, gorgeous even, each special in her own way.

"You too!" Lara replied to Veronika, now smiling back at her.

Lara was wearing a simple white tee shirt that clung tightly to the giant swells of her perfect breasts, a pair of tight black jeans and black leather ankle boots that had a slight heel. Veronika couldn't help but note how hot she looked even in such a simple, functional outfit. She felt a sudden need to be closer to her friend and took a half step toward her.

Lara apparently thought she was going for a greeting hug and before Veronika realised what was happening, she felt Lara wrapping her body around her. Veronika instantly responded in kind and hugged Lara back, pulling their bodies tightly together.

They'd hugged a hundred times before but instantly this time felt different to Veronika. Never before had she really noticed Lara's full breasts crushing against her, the warmth of her body, the light floral scent of her perfume, the soft touch of her blonde tresses. It felt so good, so nice to be close to her best friend. She held the hug much longer than usual, half expecting Lara to pull away, but she didn't. Both moved their arms tighter around the other, holding the embrace. Then Veronika felt Lara move her head a little, nuzzling against her neck.

"Instead of hugging, you two want to help me with this?" A new voice came from down the path, breaking the moment, and pushing the girls apart.

For a moment Veronika's vision was a touch blurred, her breath short, as Lara stepped back from her. She could feel a new wetness joining that from her earlier orgasm in her panties. She quickly shook her head, forced any such feelings back down and looked to see her other best friend coming up the pathway, three large bags in hand.

Katherine was a little taller than Lara, though still shorter than Veronika with a body that sat in the middle too -- trim but curvy with full breasts, larger than Veronika's but smaller than Lara's. She had long, straight, dark red hair and like the other two was incredibly pretty, making them a trio of beauties. For the trip, she was dressed a little like Lara with blue jeans, a tee-shirt and simple Converse shoes. Functional but still clinging to her lovely body rather tightly.

They had met her working at the same company where Veronika had met Lara and she'd soon join them as inseparable friends. Though Katherine was somewhat more conservative than the other two, rather religious and very sensible. It sometimes felt a bit much to Veronika but Katherine never forced her views on others and didn't ever stop them from having a good time together, so Veronika kept quiet about it. So the three of them hung out all the time and going on holiday together had been the obvious thing to do.

"I said I could do with some help!" Katherine snapped, a little anger in her voice.

"Sorry!" Veronika replied as she and Lara hurried to her to help with the bags.

They dumped the bags in the hall, briefly chatting about their journeys before Veronika started to show them around the house. Much like her own reaction they were initially rather surprised by the bizarre decor in the cottage but were soon won over by its unique charm. The three of them wandered from room to room searching for the strangest and monstrous of the creatures depicted in the various furnishings, giggling and joking about each one.

As they made their way around the cottage, picking out which bedroom they each were going to have, it became clear that Veronika's initial survey had missed many items. For as well as the larger pieces depicting monsters and their beautiful victims, there were also some straight-up erotic items. The bedrooms in particular had art closer to pornography. They all showed beautiful women, some human and some seemingly more demonic in nature, fucking each other or various monsters in a variety of imaginative positions.

At first, the discovery of the porn led to a lot of giggling, red faces and, from Katherine, complete shock. But there was no denying the beauty of the women, the skills of the artists or the very obvious pleasure the various subjects were feeling. So laughing away, the girls kept going around the house, wanting to check out every piece in turn. About an hour after they'd all arrived Veronika found herself, with her two friends, in a small study at the back of the house intently staring at three paintings.

"They are good pictures." Katherine said from next to Veronika. "Um...I mean....by a talented artist. Not the subjects though, it's kind of weird. Makes me feel a bit odd."

"I know. It was kind of funny at first but I just don't know now." Lara said from the other side. "Almost feel a bit uncomfortable."

"Well that's not much else we can do. We've paid for the week and we can't afford to go anywhere else." Veronika quickly replied.

As soon as doubt had entered her friends' minds she had felt a strong urge to talk them out of it. For some reason she liked the cottage, really wanted to stay there, it appealed to her tastes for things being a little different.

"And besides I kind of like them in an odd way." She added.

The others said nothing and they kept staring at the three pictures. They all depicted the same three women, all beautiful, but one a blonde, one a redhead and one a brunette. The first picture had them engaging in a lesbian threesome, pure orgasmic delight on their faces. The second had the girls alone again, still fucking of course, but this time they had been changed into something less human with red skin and tiny white horns. In the third they were human again and surrounded by a mass of tentacles, many of which penetrated their various holes, a fact they all looked delighted by. To Veronika's mind the women were incredibly attractive, the art very beautiful, it was even turning her on a little and she wanted her friends to see it too.

"It's just...I don't know...." Lara began cautiously. "It's just they kind of look a bit like us...."

"Oh my goodness! You're right!" Katherine quickly agreed. "I knew there was something! Though have to say I don't usually imagine us like that! It's kind of horrible."

Veronika looked again at the paintings and could see what her friends meant. It wasn't exactly a perfect likeness but the women had the same hair and body types as they did, it was certainly clear who each of them was meant to be. Yet unlike Katherine, Veronika found it made the pictures even more interesting to her. She started to feel a wetness forming between her legs again, and it only intensified as she looked closely at the picture showing the woman that could have been her, being eaten out by the woman who could have been Lara.

"Sure..." Veronika finally replied cautiously. "But they do look like they are enjoying themselves."

The other girls laughed at that, Katherine trying to deny it even, but then both took a step towards the paintings, peering closer. Studying the art with the same interest Veronika had.

"Well if they're enjoying themselves, maybe we should be open to new experiences then!" Lara said with another giggle.

"What like sleeping with monsters?" Katherine said, still laughing.

"Sure, or maybe just having a lesbian threesome." Veronika said, almost without thinking. The other two turned to look at her and she quickly giggled, pretending it was a joke. Yet she was sure both had heard the flat, factual way she'd suggested it. She instantly cursed the heat she was feeling between her legs, the desire the paintings had started to arouse in her. She was sure one of them would say something or start to get angry.

However they didn't, they just turned back to the pictures and stared at them. Veronika did the same, looking at each in turn and first imagining herself having a threesome with her friends, then trying to think what it would be like to be fucked by a tentacle and finally envisioning what they would all look like as sexy red-skinned demon girls. Minutes passed as the three girls stood and stared at the paintings silently.

Veronika, utterly unable to rein in her thoughts, started to get really horny as the paintings became her whole world. Her pussy began to burn with need, dripping with wetness, as an overpowering urge to touch herself filled her mind. It didn't matter her friends were next to her, she just wanted to make herself cum as she imagined herself to be the girl in the pictures. Her breathing began to get heavy, her body hot and desperate. It was all too much, she just had to touch herself.

She almost started to, her hand drifting down between her legs, subtly so her friends would not see. Yet at the last moment, she managed to control herself for the briefest moment, turning away from the painting and blocking out every desire she had. The bizarreness of the situation just being enough to control her animal urges. However she needed to be alone, it might have been all a bit weird, but she absolutely had to start masturbating very soon.

"Right..." She said quickly. "I'm going to go get ready for this evening. Maybe then we can have a few glasses of wine?"

It was an excuse to get away and she also figured if she could just make herself cum quickly, that would deal with all her sudden desire, and allow a nice night with her friends. She hoped some chat, laughter and a little wine would keep any more unwelcome lust at bay.

"That sound okay?" She added.

As she spoke the others stopped staring at the paintings too and turned to her. Both looked flush and Lara's nipples were clearly erect, poking up through the light fabric of her top. Veronika tried not to think what that all meant. The last thing she needed was to start staring at Lara's lovely breasts.

"Yes. Wine. That could be good." Lara replied, shaking her head as if to clear it.

"Okay, I'll go get changed too then." Katherine added.

With that Lara led them out of the study and back into the main hallway, almost without a word they split up, each heading to her own room.

Veronika gently shut the door of her bedroom behind her and sighed. The whole time she's walked back the burning desire in her pussy had grown stronger and stronger even without the paintings to look at. The need to touch herself was now almost too much.

Finally alone she'd didn't hold back a moment longer. Leaning back against the door, she yanked up her skirt and pushed down her panties before desperately ramming two fingers into her dripping hole.

"Ahhhhhh...." She moaned as the sexual tension was finally released. Quickly she started to frig herself to an almighty climax, her mind filled with images of the art they'd been staring at, the girls in the pictures replaced with her and her friends.

Lara slumped down on the giant double bed in her room as she kicked the door closed behind her. The last hour had been a little too weird. The cottage was nothing like she has expected, the art being a real shock. It had been funny at first, and then just weird, but when Veronika had suggested a threesome it had become something else too -- really arousing.

The moment she thought of Veronika and sex, another image filled her mind, perhaps the weirdest part of the day so far, the fact she had seen Veronika masturbating. The view was seared into her brain, the way she looked so beautiful, so erotic and so desirable. Lara closed her eyes, half trying to block the image out and half trying to focus on it. She couldn't believe she had touched herself when she saw Veronika like that. She was her friend, it had been wrong, spying on her like that, let alone getting turned on by it.

Yet before she realised what was happening she found herself lying back on the bed, her hand unclipping her jeans and pulling them open, before sliding inside her panties. Veronika had just looked too hot like that, she couldn't help it. As she thought of Veronika touching her own dripping pussy, Lara pushed her fingers deep into herself.

"Uhhh!" She cried as she started rubbing away and her thoughts filled with fantasy, the events earlier playing out differently in her mind. She imagined Veronika having seen her there, the two of them embracing and before they knew it they'd been fucking....

Katherine started pulling various items of clothing out of her bag. She was trying to find something nice to wear, she wanted to dress up a bit as it was the first night of the holiday. She figured the cottage might be a bit strange, especially the paintings which were both very wrong and oddly fascinating, but that didn't mean they couldn't still be a bit classy in the evenings. Getting all dressed up would also be the best distraction from the very naughty feelings she'd had whilst looking at the paintings, feelings she really didn't want to think about again.

"Oh goodness!" She exclaimed as she looked around the room, she'd left one of her bags in the kitchen and she was sure it had the dress she wanted in it.

Shaking her head at her forgetfulness she opened her bedroom door and slipped out into the hallway. The moment she did, sounds hit her from both Veronika's and Lara's bedrooms.

"Ahhhhhh! Yesss!" Lara moaned, the sound only slightly muffled by the door of her room.

"Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!" Panted Veronika from the other side of the hallway, the moans no less quiet than Lara's.

For half, a second Katherine thought they might have been in trouble or unwell but almost instantly it became obvious -- she could hear her friends masturbating!

Katherine felt herself go bright red with embarrassment and immediately turned to run back into her room. It wasn't that Katherine never masturbated, but she tried not to let sex dominate her life and the idea of her friends going at it where she could hear was way too much.

"Uhhhhhh!" Veronika suddenly screamed. It was a cry of pure, unbridled pleasure, louder than anything before.

Katherine stopped moving, despite it being her best friend, Veronika's cry hadn't just sounded a bit embarrassing but intriguing too. The idea that Veronika was obviously experiencing such pleasure was just too much to ignore. So Katherine stood for a moment and listened - Veronika cried out again, a scream of total ecstasy, which was then followed by a similar moan from Lara.

Katherine felt her heart beginning to hammer in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. It sounded so good, and she couldn't deny it, it was starting to arouse her too. Her pussy started to feel damp, and she felt an urge to touch herself. But it was so wrong! They were her best friends, she shouldn't have been listening to this, let alone finding it so exciting.​