I pulled up in front of Karen’s house to pick her up for our first dinner date together and wondered what she would be wearing to impress me. I looked down and re-adjusted my black mini-skirt since I had been playing with my cunt on the drive over to her house! I pulled my black, silk thigh highs tight and reached into my purse pulling out a spray bottle of “Obsession” perfume, pulled the top of my black silk panties out and gave my cunt a couple of sprays so that I would smelled so sweet for her later. The rest of my outfit was made up of a black corset, a sheer black blouse and 6-inch patent leather “CFM” pumps.

Glancing up I saw Karen walking down the sidewalk to my car and she was definitely a vision of loveliness in black and white herself. Karen was wearing a black mini-skirt too, a sheer white silk blouse, a white bustier underneath, sheer white thigh highs and 6-inch black “CFM” pumps too! In my mind I wondered if Karen had a garter belt on underneath her skirt or not holding up those stockings?

My question was answered when Karen opened the car door and slid into the car! Karen’s skirt rode up and I saw that there was no garter belt holding those sexy white thigh highs up!! Oh you looked so sexy my dear Karen I said to myself! Leaning over to her we locked lips with each other and I drove my tongue as deep down Karen’s throat as I could and we sat there making out with each other for at least five minutes!

I squeezed Karen’s perky boobs through her blouse and bustier and they started to heave for me and almost came spilling out right then and there! I never thought that a pair of “32A” cups would turn me on like hers did but I had to catch my breath after squeezing and caressing them! I couldn’t wait until later to free them from the lace and silk that they were encased in right then! We both sat back and adjusted our clothes and headed out to the restaurant for dinner.

Pulling up to the restaurant we put on quite a show for the two valets that open the car doors so that we could get out. We both spread our legs as we got out and gave the young men a view of something that they would never have and would think about for the next couple of hours while we ate dinner and not the erect cocks in their pants!!!

I took Karen’s hand in mine and we walked into the restaurant together hand in hand! We were seated in a booth in a dark corner of the restaurant as I requested when I made the reservations earlier in the week. With the long tablecloths hanging down we were able to better enjoy our dinning experience with each other!

After our waitress took our drink & appetizer order we began to enjoy each other as only two ladies could do in this situation. We were sitting side by side and enjoyed kissing each other ever so gently! Reaching my hand under the tablecloth, I pushed her skirt up and began to pat her silk panty covered cunt with my hand to arouse her and make her hot for me! I pulled her panties over and slid two fingers into her now hot and throbbing cunt…..

Karen began to moan softly and just then our waitress brought our drinks to us! I could tell that she knew something was going on between Karen and me! I sweetly smiled at the waitress and said “I hope that you see that my date and I are enjoying our special dinner and we would appreciate your discretion too” and then “I know that you will enjoy yourself too and we will certainly leave you a generous tip”!

She spent the rest of the evening serving us and enjoying seeing the two of us have some special girl/girl dinner fun! As we were finishing up our dessert of cherries jubilee I slipped the last escort bayan spoonful of warm cherries under the tablecloth and pulled Karen’s white silk panties out of the way and inserted the spoonful of warm cherries inside her juicy wet cunt!

As I spun the spoon around inside of Karen’s cunt, I whispered in her ear “I want you to hold this inside of you for me to eat out later when we get home!”

The waitress brought us the check then and as I laid the spoon down on the table, signing the credit card receipt I looked up at her and said “We are leaving you a special dessert spoon for you to lick clean! You will enjoy yourself and the taste of my lady’s juices!” We adjusted our clothes once again and got up and left the restaurant arm in arm!

Our young valets were extremely attentive getting my car; opening the doors and helping the two of us get in the car! Once again we gave them a little show of silk & skin and as my valet leaned down to get my tip I pulled my skirt back so that he could see my naked cunt and whispered to him “Wouldn’t you like to lick this sweetie….” We sped out of the parking lot and on our way to my house to spend the rest of the evening together!

On the way to my house we continued our sex games but I had to resist Karen’s sweet cunt since it was filled with dessert for me to enjoy later! I could tell Karen was having quite a bit of discomfort trying to keep her legs together so that the juicy cherry filling did not escape!

However, pulling my skirt up I reached over and pulled Karen’s head down into my lap so that she could begin to eat my cunt out and get me hot & ready for later! I so enjoyed her tongue darting in and out of my cunt on the twenty minute drive home!

Pulling into my driveway and garage I had to pull Karen’s head from my lap so she would stop eating my cunt! Pulling her up by her hair I give Karen a deep French kiss!

“Let’s go inside so we can get comfortable and better enjoy each other!”

I surprised Karen by removing my blouse and skirt before I got out of the car! Walking around the car I stood in front of her in only my “CFM” pumps, black silk thigh highs, black silk lace corset and a smile!

Karen’s lips began to quiver and the excitement in her eyes at seeing me dressed like this turned me on even more and I took her in my arms and gave her a long deep French kiss again!

I stripped Karen’s white blouse and black mini-skirt off so that she now stood in front of me in only her white lace bustier, white silk panties, white thigh highs and “CFM” pumps! Her perky boobs were heaving up and down so hard and starting to spill out of her bustier as I lead her inside the house by the hand.

We went straight to my bedroom where I lead Karen to the waiting bed that I had prepared earlier by sprinkling perfume and rose petals all over it! As she stood in front of me I slowly stripped the rest of her sexy lingerie off except for her white thigh highs which I love the feel of rubbing against mine!

I pushed Karen gently back onto my bed and once again I surprised her by pulling two pairs of red thigh highs out of my dresser along with a red leather dog collar!

I tied Karen’s ankles and hands up with the red thigh highs and then tied her spread eagle to each of the four posts of my bed! I next began to slowly strip out of my lingerie so that all I had left on were my black silk thigh highs and 6-inch patent leather “CFM” pumps!

Taking the red leather collar in my hands I wrapped it around Karen’s throat and clasped it together! “You are now mine to do with and enjoy all night and görükle escort all weekend too!” Slipping a pillow under her ass so that her dark hair covered cunt was more available to me I stepped back and sat in a chair and took in the view of my handiwork!!!

Sitting in my chair I decided to have my way with Karen and so I began to finger my clit with one hand and fondled my 38DD boobs with the other hand! I alternated squeezing each of my boobs with one hand while also pinching my nipples hard and twisting them too!

Using the fingernail of my index finger I began to flick my clit with it so that it became erect like a female version of a little cock. I could see that this was making Karen very hot and eager for my attention because she began to twist her hips back and forth and up and down and moaned for me!

Picking up a pair of my used black panties that I had worn all day I gagged Karen with them so that she would have the taste of me in her mouth to make her crave me even more.

Judging from the way Karen was twisting and squirming on my bed I saw that she was ready for my attention and I got up and slowly made my way over to the bed and lay down between her legs.

The juice from the cherries jubilee began to seep out of Karen’s cunt and slowly make its way down to her tight brown asshole! Taking my tongue I began to slowly rim her asshole and licked my way up the seam between her asshole and cunt enjoying the taste of the combined juices!

Inserting the index finger of my left hand inside Karen’s tight asshole I began to finger fuck her ass ever so gently! With my tongue I also began to dig the cherries out of her cunt one at a time and savor them in my mouth as I chewed them and swallowed them slowly!

Finger fucking Karen’s tight asshole faster and faster she began to grind her cunt into my face! This continued for nearly ten minutes until I had eaten all the cherries out of her cunt except for one final one which I dug out with my tongue and held in my mouth.

With a giant heave from Karen’s chest I felt her climax coming on and I drove my finger up her tight asshole as far as I could and my thumb into her cunt as hard and as far as I could too!

Karen’s climax made her scream at the top of her lungs shouting my name at the top of her lungs and I pulled my panties out of her mouth so that she could continue to scream! Using my thumb in her hairy cunt and my index finger in her asshole, I squeezed them together and pinched the inside of her so that she would keep cumming for me!

Karen begged me to stop but my cum soaked hands knew better! I lifted her up and dropped her back down on the pillow and left her there with her sticky cum dripping out of her cunt and soaking the pillow as I climbed off of the bed and went to sit in my chair to relax and ready myself for our next fuck session!

Sitting in my chair, I relaxed and looked over at Karen’s hot & sexy body as she laid there tied spread eagle on my bed! I slowly chewed the last cherry that I licked from her cunt and getting up I walked over to the bed and bent down and kissed your mouth deeply and let the chewed up cherry slid into your open mouth!

“Enjoy this while it lasts my sweet Karen because it’s going to be the last thing you get to eat tonight except for my cunt!”

Standing up I walked back to my chair and sat down! After about 10-15 minutes of rest and as I sipped a glass of chilled red wine I had an idea for what I was going to do to Karen next! I opened the drawer on the table next to my chair and took out the black leather bursa elit escort harness for my strap-on dildos!

Standing up I slipped the harness on and tightened it up so I could make use of the strap-on dildos in the drawer in Karen’s juicy cunt and tight asshole! I had a special one in mind for her and I reached down and took it out of the drawer and attached it to the harness.

It was a 7-inch black rubber dildo nearly three inches in diameter that I had bought especially for using on her, my sweet & juicy Karen!

Sitting in my chair resting, I took out a tube of cherry flavored lubricant and covered my black rubber cock with it! I slowly began to stroke it and worked the lubricant into it so that it would be ready for Karen’s juicy cunt! I stroked my big black rubber cock for a few minutes more as I watched her face and when her eyes couldn’t stay off my cock and she was begging me to fuck her I slowly got up and holding my rubber cock steady I walked over to the bed and climbed between her wide spread legs and got ready to fuck her waiting cunt!

The look in Karen’s eyes changed to one of terror when she actually saw how thick and large my rubber cock truly was!

I lifted Karen’s ass up and slid another pillow under it and threw her bound legs over my shoulders so that her juicy and throbbing cunt was on the level with my rubber cock!

Reaching into the table next to my bed I pulled out a set of nipple clamps with 8-oz weights attached to them and clipped them onto Karen’s hard erect nipples and let the weights hang off the sides of your 32A boobs!

Taking a length of thin nylon rope out of the drawer I began to tightly wrap it around her boobs so that they became very sensitive and turned a dark shade of purple! I slapped each of them a few times to make certain that the pain Karen felt with each slap was as intense as I had planned!

Karen screamed out each time I slapped one of her boobs and when I thought that she was ready I took my rubber cock and slammed it into her waiting cunt until she had taken take the entire seven inches inside of her! I held it inside of her as I reached down and squeezed the nipple clamps tightly until I saw a few drops of blood begin to ooze out of her nipples!

I then began to pull my cock slowly out of Karen’s cunt and pounded it back in over and over! Slowly at first but with a steady rhythm I pounded her hot & steamy cunt with my strap-on dildo! I continued to pound her cunt for about twenty minutes until she started to beg me to stop!

“Stop you say my little slut! I am only just beginning to fuck this cunt of yours!”

With that I sped up the pounding with my big black cock as Karen tried to twist and squirm away from me to no avail! I kept the steady pounding of her cunt going for another half an hour until my hips began to tire. With a few final thrusts of my rubber cock I felt her second orgasm begin to erupt and with one last thrust of my rubber cock she began to once again scream and quiver all over!

Karen’s body was out of control as I pulled my cock out of her cunt! Her hot & sticky cum began to flow out of her and down the crack into her tight asshole! I straddled her face and forced my cum covered cock into her mouth and told her to lick it clean for me! This she did willingly because she wanted me to use it on her again but I had other ideas for Karen!

Climbing off of Karen’s face, I stood by the side of the bed and spanked her throbbing cunt with my hand over and over again until she came for me again! I pulled the pillows out from under her ass and licked my fingers clean!

Slowly walking to my bedroom door with my big black rubber cock in my hand I turned off the lights and told Karen that I would be back in the morning to finish her off but I had to go satisfy my lady lover in her bedroom now!!!

Sweet dreams my Sweet Lady Karen! Sweet Dreams!!!

I sat in the chair waiting.

My husband had bought me a massage for my birthday, so here I was, but it had been almost half an hour and I was beginning to get irritated. I glanced in the mirror, checking my self out. I had been told the massager here was gorgeous, so I had played up my trim 23yr old body, wearing a fine lace bra and thong pantie set (another birthday present) and had my brown hair done up high. I wore a pair of tight dark grey jeans and a tank top. I may be married but that didn’t mean I couldn’t flirt occasionally

My musing was interrupted by the arrival of my massager. And gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe.. her! A woman, I was surprised. She was beautiful, a fiery red head with the tight blue uniform shirt and skirt. Her breast fairly burst out of her top and her green eyes lingered on me.

“Sorry about the delay uh?” she enquired as she sat down.

“Aurelia, Aurelia Watts” I said, I was unnerved the woman was no older then me, but she had the most penetrating gaze.

“Aurelia,” she said as if tasting every syllable “I am Samantha and we are very sorry and offer a full body massage as compensation. Would that be acceptable?”

I just nodded my head still shaken by her gaze.

“Very well let us begin, if you could please strip off everything except for your panties?” she asked in a completely straight forward tone.

I was a bit surprised by the request, but I began to strip off. But as I removed my top I saw her eyes on me again and immediately felt my nipples harden. I had never really considered another woman before, if anything it had seemed a bit gross but her I was stripping for another woman (If only for a massage and getting turned on). bursa escort With a sly smile she instructed me lie stomach down on the massage table with my face looking through the small hole in the table.

Not knowing what to expect I almost jumped when she ran her hands over my left foot. With expert skill she began, first with my feet and then slowly moving her hands up my calf muscles. She was indescribable, her hands were like silk, moving and pressing their way up my leg. Her advance did not stop at my knees but carried on up my thighs, inside and out.

I suddenly found my self soaking wet this was unlike anything I had felt before, I was so turned on! I felt a soft hand brush my ass check for an instant. Before she stoped and made her way to my shoulders. I almost shuddered with pleasure as she began to stroke my shoulders. Then she bent down and whispered in my ear.

“You have the most amazing legs darling.” Her voice was deep and husky.

I clenched my teeth trying not to respond. This wasn’t right, I wasn’t a lesbian. Her hand slid down my back making circles before she came to my ass again.

“I’m just going to move this for a sec, okay darl?” she asked as her hands hooked under the lace thong, and began moving it with out waiting for a reply. I gave a kind of non committal grunt as I felt the thong pulled down to just below my ass checks.

I then felt the biggest shock of my life. I felt her run her tongue down my ass crack. This was the final straw; I pulled my self up and turned to face her, only to find her only a few inches from my face.

“Something wrong beautiful?” she asked in her sultry voice.

“I don’t wont to do this any more” I stammered.

“Really, bursa escort bayan your body says otherwise.”

With a gasp I realised I was completely revealing my incredibly turned on body, stiff nipples, shallow breathing and soaking cunt. I desperately tried to cover my self.

“I’m married I can’t do this.” I said quietly

But as I did she leaned in and kissed me, her tongue stabbing and probing into mine.

When she came back up for air she said “I won’t tell if you won’t?” and with a hungry smile she pushed me back down onto the table this time facing up. She moved my left hand and lowered her head down to my glistening sex organ. I began to stammer “No this is wrong, we shouldn’t be doing this, please stop, stop.” By my cries went unheard, as she began to run her tongue up and down my slit till she had my clit out in full view. She began to alternate between flicking it and burying it in her mouth and softly rubbing it in her teeth.

My cries, faltered as she carried on, driving me to climax.

“Stop, oh dear god please don’t stop” I cried, both my hands now stroking her beautiful red hair. Suddenly overcome by passion I began to remove her clothes. She stops for a few seconds to help, pulling her uniform off like a wild woman. Before she climbed up on the table, and lowered herself down on to my welcoming face. Suddenly I was confronted by another woman’s sex right in my mouth. She smelt divine but I had little idea what to do. Samantha solved this by beginning her assault on my pussy once more. Following her lead I devoured her cunt like it was the last thing I would ever do. But just as I was getting in to the bursa merkez escort swing of it Samantha moved her hands under my ass and lifted my backside up, thrusting her head deeper in between my thighs. Her questing tongue found its goal and she thrust it deep into my anus. I had never felt any thing like it before and immediately climaxed. I thumped and thrashed, moaning in pure ecstasy. Coming down off my high, I found her straddling my chest facing away from me, her ass checks firmly planted on my breasts. Looking back at me she smiled.

“You liked that?” she asked in a cheerful voice.

Just as I was about to respond Samantha desk phone chimed and the receptionists voice came through.

“Samantha, your eleven a’ clock is on his way up he will be there in a few secs.”

Samantha swore at the cherry voice, swing her leg up and over she got off me.

Looking at the clothes she began to pick up hers. Realising what was actually happening I jumped to my feet, looking for my panties, I realised they were now on Samantha. She smiled seductively, “you still owe me one darling, I keep these until you can pay me back.”

I nodded “well I’ll keep yours as insurance as well.” I said, Samantha smiled at that and I realised she had worn no lingerie.

Desperately we harried into our clothes, when we were done Samantha embraced me pulling me in close, and planted her mouth on mine, this time I returned the kiss, jousting with her tongue, I felt her hand slip up and begin to grope my breast. This made me horny all over again. We only stopped when the door opened, standing apart and straightened our hair. The poor man knew something had been going on but we weren’t going to tell. I left her room with the image of her smile firmly placed in my imagination. It was only when I got to the elevator that I felt something in between my breasts. Pulling it out it was a piece of paper. Written on it was a number, and the words call me. Placing the note back between my breasts, I smiled.

Melanie gasped, but didn’t overtly protest, which is when I knew I had her. “He wants to do what?” she asked, a bit of disbelief in her tone.

The situation probably did seem a bit surreal to her. After all, here I was, the 19-year-old trophy wife (let’s say Heather Smith, for those interested) proclaiming that I had an open relationship with my 35-year-old millionaire venture capitalist hubby Michael. Whether this was true or not (and it wasn’t), the key was making Melanie believe it was possible.

I nodded, speaking, my lips making a little pink O complete with diamond-shine gloss. “You wouldn’t believe the nasty things he wants us to do with him!!!” My little girl voice lowered, just above a whisper as I continue after seeing the glow in her eyes. “He said he wants to bust open that cute button ass of yours and then have me lick the cum out as shoves his cock down your throat, choking you!”

A deep crimson color on her face, but no protesting, just the reaction I was looking for. The hue of her face matched her hair, currently in a long ponytail resting down her back. Sorry to disappoint, but Melanie was not ridiculously hot (unlike me). Cute, attractive, young (26) but not a sexually charged goddess. Small, curvy breasts could be seen poking through her simple white blouse, and her butt was indeed a nice plump piece of meat lurking behind a knee-length grey skirt. Perfect for the sort of “young hip mom” stereotype seen in Hollywood, but leaving something to be desired if the role called for a sex bomb.

I, on the other hand, am absolutely gorgeous. A difference of 16 years between spouses normally doesn’t mean a great amount of philosophical bantering on the meaning of life. No, I had simply crammed every inch of my lean 5’11” volleyball frame into the skimpiest piece of felt I could find, secured fake ID and hit up every executive hangout on the strip until I could find someone to bankroll my considerable assests (pun intended). A zestful eagerness and a silicon-free 32C separated me from the throngs of other flirts vying for attention.

I digress though. I continued my whispering to Melanie, giggling just a bit for emphasis. “Oh honey don’t be embarrassed, we both think you’re sooooo cute!” I place my hand on top of hers, moving both to her knee, which was still covered by the skirt. I moved up on the couch just a bit, causing my black spaghetti thong to wedge delightfully further into my ass. My little green athletic shorts also bunched up just below the curve of my ass cheeks, and I made no effort to correct such a “problem.”

Melanie didn’t speak for a moment, looking down at her two inch black platform sandals she wore to compensate for her natural height of 5’1″. When she finally did, it was in a soft voice. “You and Mr. Smith really want to do all those nasty things to me…?” She trailed off a bit, too frightened to allow her mind to wander fully. She clenched my hand tighter though, the other hand trying desperately to appear nonchalant by twirling her ponytail.

She wouldn’t escape from my trap by feigning non-interest. “Oh yeesssss Melanie, we’ve talked about it for soooooo long!” I pout, my voice sad yet defiant like a child’s. “I’ve seen all those naughty glances you give him and I feel soooo bad for you!” My other hand moves in for the kill, my fingertips gently rubbing across the skin of her back. “I know how good it feels to have him buried soooo deep in my butt, my ass cheeks choking on his cock, milking it, feeling him blast cum for minutes! Oh goddddd it feels incredible and I’d NEVER deny another woman that opportunity!”

Hooked. Her hand squeezed mine so tight bursa sınırsız escort I thought it would pop off as I described the (imagined) details of our sex life. There was no reason for moderation now. “Mr. Smith is soooo raw and brutal too! He always says he wants to hear my little girl voice cry and scream out otherwise he won’t fuck me anymore!” I make a pouting face, moving silently behind Melanie, my legs wrapping around her. “I just want him to cum inside my little cunnie so we can have a baby, but he’s sooooo mean! He shoves his big, thick, nasty cock down my mouth after it’s been deep in my butt!”

I squeeze my legs tightly, pressing my hot, moistening crotch into Melanie. Whispering, “Ooooo it makes me tingle just to THINK about it! He makes me do such NASTY things I would never do otherwise! He makes me suck his cock clean as I’m choking on his jizz!” I shiver, on purpose, although it doesn’t take much imagination given the raunchy scene I just described.

Her voice comes out a bit ragged, her hands playing along my muscular calves. “T-that does sound a bit crazy… But…” (I don’t know for sure, not being able to see her face, but I bet she bit her lip at this pause.) “… I bet it feels incredible…” Her hands start to massage, firm, powerful strokes, the reaction I was hoping to elicit from her.

I whimper. “oooo It’s like a DRUG! I miss it sooooo much when he’s not here, no matter how many new dildos and vibes I try!” Pouting yet again, I lay my head on Melanie’s shoulder so I can speak directly into her ear, my hands now curled around her and resting on the tops of her thighs. “He punishes my round little slut bum, spanking me, pulling my hair, and he wants to do the same to you soooo badly! He screams out your name when he fucks me now, saying I’m not good enough.”

I move my hands just enough from the top of her thighs to feel the wetness in her crevices, delightfully seeping through her skirt. Melanie seemed well past the point of caring about consequences, now only moaning when she hears of each new layer of debauchery. She leaned back slightly, stretching more of her wonderful tummy, a flat, smooth surface which I run my fingertips up, taking special care not to touch her hardened nipples or rapidly expanding chest. Hearing her whimper only encourages me.

“Please…” Rasping, desperate tone. “I need it soooo badly, Heather. I haven’t had it in YEARS. I… I had forgotten what it felt like… like this…”

Few things are sexier than encouragement. Mmm. I leaned in so she could feel my hard nipples on her back, my hands now trailing even closer to the promised land. “Does Melanie wanna play with the slutty toy until the man of the hour gets home?” Another soft whisper into her ear; the quick nod of desire; a quick puff of air into her ear to make her shiver.

My hands snake up, finally connecting with Melanie’s swollen nipples. She withers, rocking back into me as she explodes with a loud moan, succumbing to pleasure. “YES!!! Melanie wants to play with Heather sooooo bad…”

Grinning, I cupped her breasts, feeling them fit perfectly in the palms of my hands. Melanie seemed to be reverting to some sort of teenage fantasy, and I wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. “Melanie’s a dirty little slut who hides it well, isn’t she? How long has she been fantasizing about my husband’s big fat cock pounding her little cunt, making her cry out?” As I mentioned the pounding, I thrusted forward, my crotch roughly hitting her plump ass, leaving a wet imprint.

Gasping at the sudden sensation, Melanie’s nails dug into my thighs, leaving bursa üniversiteli escort harsh red marks. She hissed at me. “I’ve wanted that cock since the first day I met him, wanted to feel it stretching me, filling up my hot little cunt, feeling it spurt deep inside me, holding it in my hand, feeling each strand pelt me in the face.” She turned her head, looking back at me with crazy eyes. “But you, you little piece of fuck meat, you beat me to it, and now I know why.”

I licked my lips, smirking at her. “You horny little cunt, I’ll fuck you so hard Michael won’t want anything to do with you!” Feeling her shake at this, I push her face down into the plush couch cushions. My hand easily grabs her ponytail, pulling up just enough to allow her to breathe. “Are you ready for a nice brutal fucking, Melanie?”

Melanie was still whimpering, but also panting, a wonderful combination. She was reveling in this, lapping it up, feeling years of servitude to the image of chaste businesswoman melting away as she was manhandled by a young slut. “Ohhhhh Heather please be nice, I need it SO badly, I can’t wait any longer!!! I want to be fucked so hard I pass out! I want you to rough me up, spank my thick white ass, make me your anal bitch!”

Pleading, craving, and so delicious.

The time for games was over, and I brought my hand down with a harsh slap against her skirted-bottom. Melanie yelped in pain, but I wasn’t going to be distracted by such a trifling matter, yanking hard on her shimmering red ponytail. She panted, spitting out, “ooooo Please do it harder Heather! I want you to pull my hair so hard, make it feel like you’re fucking my brain! Spank my ass soooo fucking hard, punish me, I’m the filthy bitch who wanted to fuck your husband!!!”

Her body painfully contorted, I began to give Melanie the treatment she truly deserved. I flipped her skirt up, revealing a boring pair of black panties which caused me to scoff. “A slut like you wants to be fucked in such mundane clothing? In these filthy little panties, covered in your own cunt juice? This won’t do at all.” My hand reached under the elastic band of the panties, pulling up from her ass, seeing it snap painfully against her lily white skin.

Melanie howled in pain, but her back arched and her hand instinctively flew to her pussy, which I slapped away. “Cunts don’t play with their own,” I said, smirking.

My hand still held the remains of her snapped panties. I could feel the slimey, damp girl cum covering the patch. For me, this was always the most intoxicating part of sex. I rubbed the patch through my fingers, transfixed upon it for several minutes, the musk of Melanie’s exposed cunt in the air. It was muffled by a small tuft of hair, but still so strong and overpowering. I licked the crotch of her panties, the heavy aroma in the air mingling with the taste of Melanie on my tongue, causing me to shudder.

“You filthy bitch, you haven’t been fucked good in a while, huh?” Another slap on her ass, another whimper, another nod. “I can tell, your cunny is soooo wet, I bet you could fuck an elephant right now! You depraved little bitch, playing soooo nice around the office, but you’re really just a filthy slut like the rest of us when it comes down to it.” I threw the panties in front of her face, so that she could get a nice big whiff of them.

“Yeeessssss Heather, I’m sooooo slutty in private, I dream about being fucked like a filthy whore in alleys and up my filthy slut ass in-” She was abruptly shut up because I had shoved two fingers into her cunt without warning. bursa anal yapan escort I could feel her insides squirming as she tried to accommodate them, groans escaping her mouth, followed by grunts as she quickly tried to swallow my whole hand. Screaming at the top of her lungs now, “Fuck me!!! Fuck me you jailbait cunt!!!”

I pulled the ponytail as hard as I could, stretching her neck at an obscene backward angle, knowing the pain must be excruciatingly sharp. My other hand made a fist, the two fingers plunging deep and hard into Melanie, the remaining kunckles slapping hard against her clit.

“Is that how the office cunt wants it? Does she want it ROUGH and HARD?” I rammed the fingers in, leaving them, and bent down, biting her shoulder as hard as I could. Melanie howled at this new sensation of pain, but didn’t protest, and could only whimper as pleasurable sensations overwhelmed her body.

She might have cum, she might not have. I couldn’t tell by feel, with the constant stream of sticky, runny fluids down her thighs. I couldn’t tell by smell, as the thick scent of her body still hung in the air. I couldn’t tell by sight, the quivering of her cunt and her winking asshole never stopping. I couldn’t tell by ear, as a constant stream of pants, gasps and moans escaped her, each thrust of my fingers seemingly forcing out another filthy expletive. I couldn’t tell by taste, because I was saving that for next.

My tongue dipped into Melanie’s clenching asshole as my hands held her cheeks far apart. I felt her brown eye loosen up slightly as I managed to poke at it. I could tell this sudden switch surprised her, as she stopped screaming and panting. The only sound resonating through the room was a surprised moan, followed by satisfying grunts as I continued to lap at her asshole like a puppy. I only peeked long enough to see her hands digging into the couch, her body out-of-control, shifting in an instant from intense pain to unutterable pleasure.

“Pleeeaaassseeeeee….” She croaked, looking back at me with desperate eyes. “Fuck me Heather, make me feel sooooo good and full!”

I was only too happy to oblige. Grasping a slender wax candle from the table, conveniently placed beforehand by a filthy slut like me, I put it up to her tight backdoor. Melanie’s eyes were closed tightly, and I could tell she really wanted to feel it – Her asshole was tightly clenched, as she refused to relax properly.

I wasn’t going to let a simple thing like that get me down. “You pathetic little bitch! Don’t try to stop now, I’m going to fuck your bubble butt until you can’t sit down!” I slapped her ass, adding to its pink color, again and again until I could see the imprint of my hand and feel the heat radiating off it. Melanie did her part, whining the entire time, but never protesting, finally relaxing her asshole just enough for the wick to slip inside.

Having fucked myself with the candle before, I could only imagine the sensations experienced by Melanie. The wick teased and probed, tickling the tight insides before the shaft agonizingly spread her ass cheeks, causing her to snap open her eyes and shove her ass back. The rest sunk in, slowly, and I left the entire length inside to clench down upon. My now free hands busied themselves, one slapping Melanie’s ass with the candle deep inside, forcing it to jam further inside. With my other hand, I took her ponytail and wrapped it around my fist, pulling hard in one sudden jerk.

“OHHHH GOD!!!” A howling scream filled the room as her entire body went stiff, followed by the orgasmic sight of splatter against her thighs. At that point, we both noticed my husband’s car in the driveway.

If you’re interested in what happened next, let’s just say Michael wasn’t nearly as open to conscience-less fucking as I was. He divorced me within the week, but a prenuptial still pays better than nothing. Last I knew, Melanie had been fired, but didn’t seem to mind as long as she could stay at my place.

Wanting to turn the fucking alarm off and sleep more I roll out of bed. Do turn the alarm off and stumble to the bathroom. Get the shower started then groan because I just went to get my hair done and no shower for this girl. Turn it off again then bend over the sink to splash my face before taking a look in the mirror.

My wonderful perm got a little rumpled by the pillow though it should hold up well to getting brushed. Turn the radio on first, it is always better to dance while you brush, keeps the hair loose. Probably not but it is my routine and does wake me up so I dance and brush my hair singing along. Don’t sound that great, I think, but I’m alone in my tiny apartment anyway.

Finished with my hair I lean closer and do my makeup. I need to look nice for work, and I want to look extra nice for one specific person. Not that we really talk or I even know if she is interested. I do a little understated on the rouge and smokey eye shadow. Make the liner a little thick to bring out my blue eyes a little better.

Red lipstick to finish it off and I call me done to sexy. I hope sexy at least, especially for a specific woman. Not that she has really talked to me beyond good morning. Hoping that it is simply a fear of being rejected or accused of sexual harassment sees me to my bedroom to get dressed. Run into a problem here, my hair is not a good thing to do a pull over with.

Not going to wear a suit and jacket, I’m the secretary not one of the lawyers. Not that it hasn’t stopped me before, but I got all done up so need to wear something to match. Search through my closet, even tossing things behind me which I never do. Finally I find it, it’s not really a dress you wear to work.

Suppose you could if you are an escort or porn star. Still it screams hot chick right the fuck here so I am going to wear it. Not precisely designed as a step in but it is open enough for it. Puts my breasts on display, I’m not blessed with huge boobs but they are large enough to get cleavage. Find the matching heels and I am ready, so debate cereal or stopping the four steps to the kitchen.

Takes a moment and a glance at the clock then I am grabbing out one of the power drinks. It is at least something in my stomach then I am collecting my purse and keys to dash for my car. Unlike my apartment I have a nice car. Brand spanking new Melbourne red BMW Z4 coupe, my pride and joy, also seriously expensive.

Course with tiny apartment my car costs more than my apartment. Not precisely the best of things but really, secretary doesn’t pay that well. Either I afford the bigger apartment, or the nice car. Since I live in Los Angeles having a car is almost a requirement. Also work in a law firm and they are sticklers for having nice cars in their lot.

Doesn’t make that much sense but then my bosses are big time lawyers as well. The rich and famous have them on retainer. Which means on my floor there are only calls from the rich and famous. If I wanted to make a lot of fast money, not to mention need a new job, I can call up the magazines and shows with the information I have learned.

Oddly enough the rich and famous call up and are laying out the problems before I can transfer to their lawyer. They retainer the firm however so I need to figure out what the problem is. The partners have different fields they will cover. Course usually they pass most of it off to the worker bees as is said about them.

Lawyers are odd folk, the partners call their employee lawyers worker bees. Said lawyers say the same thing. Then I am at work, the parking lot anyway as announced by my eyes and my car. Quick check on my makeup then collecting my purse and out of my car. My work building is quite snazzy, tall and all glass, almost anyway.

It soars way up, a whole twelve floors. The first ten floors are cubicles, mail room, conference rooms, and the foyer. Floors eleven to twelve are mine, though I never said that. Floors eleven and twelve are where the partners have offices. Floor twelve is where the three who started the firm have an office, floor eleven is for the four new partners, and me, the executive secretary.

Entering the building the foyer spreads out before me. There are two receptionists to direct the visitors to the right place. Also accepting most of the phone calls, only a select client gets to call me directly. Sadly that is pretty much those who are celebrities, which is all of them it seems sometimes, honest, celebs bursa escort bayan are some self centered folk.

Almost a requirement, want to be a celebrity, be a selfish stuck up prick and you to can be a celebrity. There is one celebrity who is not. Really he is a very nice man, wants me terribly and I don’t return the feeling. Did talk me into going to one of those awards as his company. Which seriously, is boring as all get out.

Best part of the whole evening, after it ending, was the announcer. Comic genius and was in rare form. Even got me a phone number, not his there was another girl there as eye candy and had the same feeling on men. We dated for almost a year and mind blowing sex, but she wasn’t ready to come out and it got to her, got to me as well.

You try being the friend always going out to places with but in private tearing each others clothes off and liking it. I wanted more, I wanted the relationship. She wasn’t ready so we split up and it was then that I saw her. Beautiful Miss Perkins, they had been reworking the eleventh floor to have a fourth office added, then the day they finished, she walked by me.

Call it love at first sight if you want, mostly because it basically was though mostly lust. She is sex personified I shit you not. Incredible body with enough boobage, beautiful face with the cutest little nose. Wonderful cheekbones, incredibly good with makeup, perfect hair, though I am biased, and the only woman partner.

Getting to my desk I sink down in the wonderful chair, and get ready for the day. Also hop up to greet the first partner to come in. Mr. Scores, actually his name and he has the jokes ready. He is rather tall and does go to the gym so he lives up to his name when he wants, also commitment avoiding so he wants often.

“Olivia are you rethinking your stance on dating me?” Glare up at him.

“No Mr. Scores, I just had my hair done and wanted to wear something appropriate for the hair.” He grins and leans over the desk.

“Honestly that dress is appropriate dropped to the floor by my bed. Not that I am saying that since I don’t want to be charged with harassment.”

“Again.” I remind him so he heads for his office chuckling.

Mr. Scores has been accused of it before in a different law firm. He lost his job and underwent counseling before he got a job here. I had been hired the same day so we met then though not seen each other until he got partner. Not that it was that hard, he specialized in a needed field, he is a business lawyer.

Business lawyers are needed on a fairly constant basis. He was the first of the duplicate partners. Miss Perkins is the second, she is a criminal attorney and apparently really good at it. Not as well known as some but she is in legal circles a rising star. Also drop dead gorgeous, with a voice that makes me melt, along with leak into my panties.

Then she is coming off the elevator so I am leaping to my feet and smiling.

“Good morning Miss Perkins.” She looks over at me then slows down.

“So what is his name?” Smile and shake my head.

“I do not like men in that way Miss Perkins.” She looks me up and down and I am fairly sure I have leaked out of my panties, rather glad I wore them today.

“Scores is always saying he has fucked our secretaries.”

“He may have gotten the receptionists but the best he can manage with me is a giggle. He has tried out a new come on with me a time or two.”

Miss Perkins smiles then continues on for her office. I watch her go then there is a call, this is early. Usually the clients don’t have a melt down and need an attorney until later in the day, usually after the initial arraignment from the drunken bash last night. Answer and listen to the diatribe trying to figure out what is wrong.

Finally I just ask, for more diatribe, but there is also what is needed. Send the call over to Mr. Scores and greet the other two partners on this floor. Really find myself wanting to go bother Miss Perkins and offer my body to her. I can’t though, sexual harassment is a bad thing, if she doesn’t want me back and offering I can find myself without a job and not much chance of getting another.

End up sitting at my desk horny and wanting, answering calls to forward a client to the proper partner. Lunch sees me taking orders from the partners, then calling up mail room. Oddly enough they don’t mind being sent to get lunch, from four different places bursa bayan escort today. They don’t mind because mail room doesn’t have that much to do.

Have a machine to print out and stuff in an envelope. Post office comes to collect in the afternoon. The important things are always delivered by FedEx, sometimes we get a delivery from the courts, one of their clerks or a police officer that was there in the morning. Usually they don’t even bring it to the partner, it is given to the receptionist who hands it off to mail room.

Sometimes being a secretary for the partners is nice, I don’t really have that much to do. I do file reports and keep track of things. We are a business and there is an accountant who monitors spending. Never comes and talks to me, but do see a report from accounting, along with comments about good job on keeping spending down.

No idea why they don’t yell at the partners, they will go have business lunches. Seen the receipts on those, thousand dollars is fairly standard. No idea how they can run the bill up that high. I have gone to the same restaurants and don’t get anywhere near that high. Suppose it depends on where you sit to eat, there are private rooms so perhaps there is a big charge to get in those.

Whatever the reason they end up spending a lot for lunch. No idea why that is considered good, but then again appearance is everything. Why they wanted me to have a new car, not that my previous car was horrible. I had an older Audi and that apparently didn’t fit the bill. Course in my defense of the not exactly big spender car, I was working on wardrobe issues and a girlfriend.

“Olivia has a Mr. Fairtree called for me?” I swear to god I just jumped a mile and a half.

“No Miss Perkins, he has not called. I believe I can find his number if you would like me to call him up for you.” The question earns me a smile and a shake of her glorious head, her hair is glorious and waving about anyway.

“No that is quite alright, if he has not called he has not finished with what I asked him to do. Suppose I shall call it a night. If anyone calls for me forward them to my cell.”

“Yes Miss Perkins, good night Miss Perkins.”

The goddess smiles at me then heads for the elevator. Watch her go and smile, partly because I’m paid to smile at everyone, mostly because she is utter perfection. Get a call as the elevator door is closing on her. Lucky me it is a celebrity having a meltdown, fairly sure high on at least one illegal drug at the same time.

After seven minutes I have managed to calm them down enough to speak English, which is their only known language. Two minutes later I have determined what the problem is and sent the call to the appropriate partner’s cell phone. It is hard to tell if they are still in their office and many times they will unplug the office phone to get work done.

Perhaps I am cruel in sending the call to their cell. Well forget perhaps, I am cruel in doing that though it is the standing order I have, from all three of the founding partners. Also sent the call to him, and then pack up to go home. Luckily for me this is fast, I grab up my purse, get everything that is not mine off and head for the elevator.

Elevator opens to the partner I sent the call to. He glares at me while I step in and make sure it’s going to the bottom.

“Absolutely that is horrible and should not be allowed. It is I am sorry to say allowed.” Hand is tossed in consternation and somehow a groan is held in by him. “Yes, I am saying that there is no case. I have told you before you need to put in a hedge or curtains.” He pokes me three or four times and is glaring so stick my tongue out at him. “Oh yes it would ruin the view during the day. Perhaps you should get one of those retractable awnings and put it on a timer. Absolutely, I will call you back tomorrow to remind you of the need for one.” He hangs up and leans against the elevator wall. “I am tempted to demand a blowjob.”

“Sexual harassment you know, besides I don’t like men in that way.” Elevator opens so we step off and head for the doors.

“I don’t remember asking, so have you been there?”

“Yes, in high school. I wasn’t sure you understand, most women look at women. The sex was so not for me, also had to worry about getting pregnant or worse since the condom broke.”

“So you are attracted to men?” Shake my head and we stop by his car, also bursa merkez escort a BMW though a four seater, mine has two.

“I am not attracted to men, it was a case of make sure my head is reading me right. My car is better.” He stares at me so grin and point, he turns and snorts.

“You are early for a midlife crisis.” Snort and giggle.

“Not a midlife crisis, you three told me to buy a nicer car and there is two BMW and one Mercedes in the partner parking. I didn’t want to go for more expensive, that one is costing me a bit over seven hundred a month.”

“Isn’t that what you pay for your apartment?” Shake my head.

“Apartment is tiny and eight, the insurance on the car brings it over my apartment, plus gas. It gets good mileage but gas isn’t that cheap.”

“I am tempted to say we pay you too much.”

“Can’t pay me less.” Grin as I go past him to get to my car and he is opening his door.

“Next time there is a meltdown like that, give the call to Perkins.” Wave as I unlock and start my car.

It is so nice to have all the doodads on cars now. Press a button and it is locked up, or unlocked. Can start a car up before you get in it. Climb in and sit there for a second to think about what I want for food. I can cook but I’ve got a car, a good paying job, and really want to close my eyes and play with myself while I picture Miss Perkins doing things to me.

Decide on calling for pizza so do halfway home. Hands free phone is so handy, voice activated so no looking at the screen to pick out a saved number. Beat the delivery man to my door by about two minutes. Sign the receipt and see him off then collecting a plate to get a slice on it. Fall on my sofa to turn the TV on.

Eat the slice trying to find something good to watch. Unable to find anything good I shut it off and recline, slice forgotten about. What I am hungry for is not food, I want to find out what Miss Perkins tastes like. Dress swiftly is pulled up to give me access to my hot pussy, also pulled down so can pinch on my nipples.

Hands roam over my body as I picture her in her dress today smiling at me. Then she is moving closer and I am in her arms getting a kiss. My hands are almost touching my hungry pussy and distended clit. I am so ready for some seriously hot sex. Then Miss Perkins is getting out of her dress, all of the buttons being torn off because she wants me so.

Moan when she puts her hand to me, mine doing the same thing. Her hand is cupping me then sliding a finger inside to pump. My hand is following suit and pressing on my clit with each pump so I will reach orgasm fast. Then I am jerking and almost fall off the sofa, my phone is ringing so am snatching it up fast as I can.

Checking the screen I find it is Mom calling. Groan then answer since she will keep calling if I don’t answer.

“Olivia have you found a hunky man yet?”

“Mom we have had this discussion a thousand times, I am a lesbian.” Mom is giggling now.

“I know that dear, I want you to go through the same hell I did raising you.”

“I’m starting to wonder why I answer your calls.”

“Because I raised you right. I can’t help it if you don’t have a sense of humor.” Fall back on the sofa to stare at the ceiling.

“I have a sense of humor, calling raising me hell isn’t funny.”

“I think it is funny, besides you were a good girl, with a warped sexuality. I swear to you the guy you gave your virginity too wasn’t good in bed.”

“Mom you didn’t screw him so you can’t know that.”

“How do you know that? For all you know he is trying to give you a little brother or sister.”

“Mom I’m going to hang up now.” Mom is giggling.

“Hang on, there is a reason I called. Michael is going to get married and wants you to go to the wedding.” Frown because I’m not sure which one she means.

“Which Michael?”

“The one who lived next door to us. The one next street over I’m fairly sure is gay, the one you went to school with… The other one you went to school with probably is going to stay single. He could be a sperm donor.” Sigh and shake my head.

“I just bought a brand new car Mom, I can’t afford to move to a bigger place.”

“Well there is room for you here. But I won’t pressure. The wedding is in three weeks, all you have to do is dress nice and show up. I got a present all picked out and picking it up next week.”

Mom hangs up before I can say anything. Not real sure I would though, weddings can be good places to meet a girlfriend. Course in my case generally it is closer to finding a drunk woman who would screw me. Also lost the horny so just eat and try to find something good on TV. Give that up and instead go online to play one of the many free games one can find there.

This is a continuation of Memories. Thanks to all of you for your words of encouragement and votes. The following is taken from the end of chapter 3.

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I pushed the button to release the catch. I looked at Jean and she said, “Hop in bed. I will answer the door when she gets her. We will all party then. Do you have enough energy left and juices to share with Erin?” I blushed and ran for the bed.

This then is the continuation of my initiation into girl/girl sex.

It begins:

I heard Erin as she entered the dorm room, “I should have guessed as much that you would beat me to getting to her. Oh well we do enjoy or games don’t we Jean? So tell me where is she, what have you guys done so far and did you leave anything for me to bring her more our way?”

“Erin you are such an ass. That’s why we get along so well. She is in her bed, I think. Yes, I left something for you to do. I’m not that selfish you know. I hope you brought a toy or two.”

“You know I don’t come to these things unprepared.”

“What did you bring?”

I heard laughter and then, “Great! I can’t wait to see you play with them. I hope she has enough energy to last that long.”

My mind was spinning and I heard footsteps approaching my room. I had covered myself up. Why are you thinking? I have know idea.

“Well look at miss shy here all covered up. How are you Amy? Don’t lie to me because I know Jean and you have been playing so you have to be feeling just wonderful and awesome. I wish I had been the first but I get my share and Jean tells me she left a little for me.”

“Hi Erin! You got me so hot after class this morning I was going to call but was running late and then Jean spotted me in the cafeteria and I was so worked up I asked her to get me back to normal.”

“Normal, my God Amy you will be normal but a different normal. Every time you see a face smile at you, your mind will spin thinking she wants to do me. You might be right or wrong on your assumptions. Just think how many girls have thought of you that way up till now when you have smiled at them. Normal, well not the old normal, Hon. A new normal yes.”

Then they broke out laughing.

“Well I might just as well get naked like you two. Amy since you and Jean have been messing, can I get some dessert from you? I know you have lots of honey somewhere and I know you are making more thinking of me getting it. So toss them covers down and you and Jean can kiss or mess around while I get my dessert unless you want to watch.”

“Amy do you want to eat me while Erin gets her treat or do you want to watch her and concentrate on what she is doing?”

My heart was racing and I was getting really warm without even a hand being placed on me.

“Jean if it’s okay with you, I’d like to close my eyes and go to wherever Erin will be taking me.”

“That’s fine with me Jean because I know Erin is really going to be making honey while she eats you, so I will let her drip it into my mouth”

My bursa escort mind flashed to picturing Jean eating Erin while Erin was eating me. My clit got so hard and my nips also and still I have not been touched.

Then I heard, “Jean look at this. She is so fucking turned on. Everything is showing and look at that river. God she is hotter than we guessed when we chatted about her.”

My temperature soared from the embarrassment but she was right about showing and flowing.

“Sorry Amy we have lots of time to get much better acquainted but now all I want is to get my mouth on that pussy of yours and drink your honey.”

With that comment she hopped on the bed, lowered her lips to kiss me, placing a hand on my mound at the same time. I lifted my butt to press my mound harder into her hand. She broke the kiss and said, “Slow down Amy I know you want it and you will be getting it and then some.”

Then some? What did that infer?

She broke the kiss and lowered her head to my navel, then trialed a wet streak from it to the top of the slit. She removed her hand, lifted herself between my legs, which I had spread as wide as possible for her.

She replaced her tongue at the top of the slit and ever so slowly was dragging it to the clit, wiggling her tongue from time to time. It seemed forever for her to reach it. In the meantime, I had placed my hands on my breast and was slowly squeezing them. When she reached the clit, she attacked it like a cat jumping on its prey. I arched, squeezed my breast hard and yelled, “Ohooooooo,” as a new tongue had gotten to my switch causing me to orgasm. She then used both hands to make sure my lips where wide open as she continued the flicking. I felt her moan on my clit and felt her orgasm within seconds of me in the middle of mine. It just re-sent me to where I had been, knowing she was gushing into Jean’s mouth.

Erin let me settle with soft licks over my clit. When I was almost back to normal, she lifted her face from between my legs, looked up at me and smiled. Then she crawled up to me with her cum covered face and lowered her lips to mine. I placed my hand on the back of her head and pulled her tight to my lips. We went to DFK until we had to break for air.

I then heard, “Here Erin is the blindfold.” My eyes shot over to Jean who was now standing beside the bed. She was smiling and looked at me and said, “We are not through initiating you yet Amy.” My heart leaped into my throat. Erin must have felt it and said, “Relax hon, we are not going to hurt you. We just want this to be memorable for you. Let me put the blindfold on and then I want you to get into doggie position like you do for your boyfriend.”

I had to turn redder than a red light hearing that. “Isn’t she sweet Jean, look at this blush?”

I did as she requested. I was soon blindfolded and up on my knees.

I heard, “While Erin is going to finger fuck you Amy, I want you to eat me, so scoot back a little so I can get into bursa ucuz escort position. Lift your head off the mattress so I can get my pussy there.”

I did as Jean asked and could feel her flesh, legs and smelled her sex. She placed her hands at my ears and guided me to her mound, as if I needed to be guided smelling her sex juices. “Okay Amy enjoy eating me while Erin takes you into orbit.”

I began to lick Jean’s slit and felt Erin’s fingers getting wet and inching there way into my pussy. The fingers were soon in and doing the fucking feel and sounds. I drifted into the rhythm and Jean was lifting her hips to get more tongue into her. I was going to orgasm so I started to moan into Jean’s pussy, which sent her into an orgasm. Erin continued with the finger fucking and then wrapped her arm around my thigh to really work on the clit.

It was feeling so good that I broke mouth contact with Jean, layed my head on her mound and said, “God Erin that feels so awesome. I wish your fingers in me were a cock I am so hot and horny.”

Erin then said, “Yes we know Amy. Most of us get this way when we play with each other. Amy is it all right if I spread your cheeks and lick that other hole a little bit. It will feel so good to you and that is all I desire to do. Just give it a few licks.”

I tensed but coming this far I said, “Yes Erin if you want to.”

She took both her hands, spread my butt cheeks as I tensed and then she placed the tip of her tongue at the entrance and made slow circles around it. After the first few seconds I melted at the pleasant sensations, went limp and moaned, “oooo…oooo…ooo…” as she continued it.

I do not know how long she had been at it when she pulled away and said, “Amy your pussy needs attention again.”

She placed her left hand in the center of my back, rubbed my mound with the other a little, then inserted one finger in and finger fucked me with it for a minute or so but strange she pulled it out all the way before reinserting, then two fingers, then three fingers but with complete removal before reinserting. I was lifting off for a cum when something huge entered my pussy. “Ohooooooooooo, God!” I screamed. I went to lift up, my eyes opened but Jean locked me down with her hands. “OH, God Erin, Oh god it’s tearing me open. Take it out, please!”

“Relax hon it’s just a dildo. You’re going to cum harder than you ever have in your life with me fucking you like this.”

Erin did not make a move. I felt myself stretching with some tears dripping but the pain was subsiding. I closed my eyes taking deep breaths. Then I heard from Jean, “You okay now babe? Can Erin fuck you? I will play with your nips. You can go back to eating me if you want. Believe me Erin will be so gentle and you will gush like never before.”

I lifted so Jean could get to my nips; I lowered my face to below Jeans breast to distract my mind from the sensation in my pussy.

“Amy, Erin is playing bursa elit escort with her nipples. They are so hard, you should she them.” I felt Erin move slightly and I drew in a deep breath.

“It’s okay babe, relax, shhhhhhh, relax, its okay. You will be sailing in a few minutes, believe me”

I did as Jean asked realizing that the stretched feeling was okay now with no associated pain.

Erin than began slowly in/out thrust. I could not believe the scene that this must have looked like. Seeing the scene in my brain triggered something. I began to move back to meet the dildo on the way in, picturing Erin kneeling there rolling her nipples and the cock glistening as it was sliding in/out of my wet pussy.

Erin then placed hands on my hips and got serious about doing me with words, like “My God Amy I have been hoping I could do this with you. I hope you will do it to me. I love looking down at your ass spread taking this toy. God I want to stick a finger so much into that other hole sometime when we are doing this but you can do it to me first if you want.”

Listening to her babble on like this sent me on my way. Then she took her left hand, wrapped around my left thigh, went for my clit with a finger and sent me off. I arched and opened my mouth to scream but only air came out with a soft, “Uuuuunnnnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhh.”

They we right, I don’t know how many orgasms I had with stars and flashing bright lights. When I came to, I was laying with my face on Jeans stomach, Erin was laying on top of me with the dildo still in me.

I managed to open my mouth and saw, “WOW! What hit me?”

They both giggled. “Welcome to girl sex Amy. We hope you will play with us a lot. Let’s call for pizza, shower, eat and then play more if you have any energy left,” came from Jean’s mouth.

I just had enough strength to nod my head.

Erin pulled out slowly. I rolled onto my back, smiled at her and said, “Thanks Erin.”

She leaned down to kiss me and offered the dildo to my lips. I knew she wanted me to kiss it and I did.

Erin then said, “Amy your initiation is complete except for some other goody things we will introduce you too. When you see us on campus you will leak so better have pantie liners for a while until you accept the fact you are a slut like us. Some of our other friends are dying to get with you. I know they are leaking thinking of you and for sure each time they see.”

I was naive enough to think after being with a girl I could settle back to my normal self. Well it did happen as they said. Normal now is a different normal. God, I used to wonder how a guy’s cocks was when seeing a bulge. Now I wonder how a girl might taste if I think she is hot looking. Well other thoughts go through my brain also. Us females know what I am inferring, don’t we?

Well readers, girl/girl sex became routine the rest of my college years. I managed to keep my grades up along with going on trips that would have never happened if it had not been for Erin and Jean seducing me at the sleep over. I will never forget them. Thanks very much to the both of you making life so much more fun.

Writing these chapters has brought back so many memories that I had forgotten about, wow. College was really fun looking back at it now.

“This,” thought Taylor Stuart as she dropped exhausted into the empty salon chair and ran a hand through her long waist length hair, “has got to have been the worst day of my life.”

Sitting back with her eyes closed, the twenty four-year-old brunette reviewed the events that caused her to make such a declaration. Her first disaster of the day had actually started the night before with the sudden arrival of her sometimes lover, George Williams, at her apartment.

The relationship between the two was based largely on sex and little else. George had a cock that looked like it should be in a porn film and was, at least in Taylor’s opinion, one hell of a fuck. At first she had been a little annoyed at his showing up so unexpectedly at her door.

Then George had started to turn on the charm. Coupled with the lucky absence of her roommate Donna, who had a family emergency and had to spend the night at her parents, one thing had led to another. Before long they were rocking the sheets like a couple of rabbits.

After a night of boisterous lovemaking, they started an encore presentation early this morning. Taylor had her face buried in a pillow as George plowed his cock into her. He was just about to come when he called out her name. Unfortunately, he only thought it was her name.

“God, Donna,” he’d yelled, “you are so fucking tight!”

Needless to say, Taylor lost all sexual interest when she heard her roommate’s name. In the hour they had argued after that, she’d learned that George had actually come over to get it on with Donna, and had settled for Taylor when he found she wasn’t there. Worse yet, the fight had made her late for her job at the Salon.

Her second conflict of the day was with Anna Mugavero, the fifty-two year old owner of the Beauty Salon. This was the third time Taylor had been late this month and Anna spent fifteen long minutes pointing out that if it happened a fourth time, she might as well stay in bed for good.

Taylor suffered in silence as Anna dressed her down in front of everyone else in the shop. She knew that it wasn’t just her being late that had set the older woman off. Karen and Sonny, two of the other girls had worse records than she did and didn’t have to put up with half this crap. No, Anna had it in for her for a far different reason.

The previous December, the Merchants Association had sponsored a grand Christmas and New Years Party at Roselli’s Catering Hall. Every business in the area had contributed to the party and it had been full of good food, good music, and really great booze. Sometime about eleven, when the party was really rocking, Taylor had gone looking for the ladies room.

After two wrong turns, Taylor thought she’d found the right door. Unfortunately, it had been Roselli’s private office instead. Even more unfortunate was the fact that it wasn’t empty. There, kneeling on the carpeted floor, was a very drunk and semi-naked Anna Mugavero. She was in the process of blowing the 69-year-old Tony Roselli.

Giddy as she was, Taylor had taken one look at Roselli’s cock sliding in and out of Anna’s mouth and burst out laughing. In her intoxicated state she couldn’t stop giggling, no matter how hard she tried.

The next morning, despite a first class hangover, she had gone over to Anna’s apartment to apologize. Considering the things she had done drunk, Anna blowing the old man was kid stuff. Besides, it was only the surprise of having walked in on them that had set her off. For an older man, Mr. Roselli was in pretty good shape. And as for Anna, well she did run a beauty salon and knew how to always bring out her best. She’d seen couples doing it before, and it wasn’t if she’d run off and told Mrs. Roselli that Anna was sucking off her husband.

But Anna wanted no part of any apology, no matter how contrite it might have been. Since that night, neither of them had ever mentioned the incident again. Yet Anna never let an opportunity pass to embarrass her as she felt she had been embarrassed.

Problems three and four came in the persons of Mrs. Elizabeth Katts and Miss Evelyn Donacello, two of the Salon’s oldest and most demanding clients. Anna Mugavero took a perverse delight in always assigning them to Taylor. Even individually, either woman was enough to try even a Saint’s patience. Today, both of them had more than earned their reputations.

It was only after lunch that Taylor thought her day might be changing for the better. She smiled when she saw the name Kathleen Foster in the appointment book. Kathleen was her favorite client, the antitheses of the two women she had to deal with in the morning. Many times Anna had tried to assign Kathleen to one of the other girls, but the twenty-six year old businesswoman would hear nothing of it. It was that way with a lot of Taylor’s clients and the reason Anna kept Taylor on despite their mutual antagonism.

Taylor loved working on Kathleen for two reasons. Kathleen was exactly the type of woman Taylor wished she could be bursa escort more like. Confident, dynamic, successful, all the things she didn’t see in herself. Despite all of that and the difference in their backgrounds, Kathleen never looked down at Taylor as some of the other clients did.

If you put the two women side by side, they shared a certain physical similarity as well. Both were brunettes of similar shades and stood five seven. Even their measurements came close, with Taylor having a slightly larger bust.

Taylor and Kathleen chatted while she worked on her hair. Kathleen told Taylor that she was going to a big Halloween Ball tomorrow night and wanted to look her best. Taylor remarked that she was going to a costume party herself, but she was sure the people at the two parties would be quite different.

Kathleen replied with a knowing smile. The sort of grin that said Taylor couldn’t image how true her remark really was.

“I’d invite you to my party but I’m not sure you would…” Kathleen started to say, then suddenly gasped for air.

It was that moment that all hell broke loose. Kathleen suddenly turned pale and started to shake uncontrollably. It was immediately obvious to Taylor that her client was having a seizure. A woman in the next chair screamed in shock, an action repeated by several others, including Anna Mugavero. Panic, as always, was contagious.

Or so it seemed. Taylor, however, kept her cool. Back in high school, the beautician had entertained the idea of becoming a nurse for half a semester. She went so far as doing some volunteer work at the local hospital. Work that involved taking some basic emergency aid courses. In a flash, all of those old lessons came back to her.

“Call for an ambulance!” Taylor called out as she reacted to the crisis and made sure that Kathleen didn’t choke. “Don’t just stand there you stupid bitch!” she yelled at Anna when she saw her just standing there, paralyzed with fear. “Call the paramedics!”

Finally spurred by Taylor’s words, Anna reached for the phone. Thankfully, Saint Mary’s Hospital was only ten blocks away and help arrived in minutes. As they carried Kathleen away, Taylor could feel Anna’s eyes burning into her back. She was sure she could kiss this job goodbye after her outburst.

“I’m going to overlook your impertinence this time,” Anna said, ignoring the fact that it was only Taylor’s quick action that had helped Kathleen. “Seeing as it was an emergency and so many people were panicking. But I still expect you to stay tonight and clean up, make up that lost time from this morning.”

Taylor replied with a nod, afraid if she opened her mouth she would say something that Anna wouldn’t like. When she thought about , Taylor realized that Anna wouldn’t let her foil go so easily. Silently however, she resolved to find the courage to make some changes in her life. Beginning with finding a better place to work.

Later in the day, before she started to clean up, Taylor called the hospital to check on Kathleen’s condition. Normally they wouldn’t give out such information to a stranger on the phone. But when she explained to the Nurse that she had been the one to give first aid to the stricken woman, the Nurse felt a little more sympathetic. She told her that Kathleen was doing fine, but that they were going to keep her over the weekend for observation. That pleased Taylor. Anna hadn’t even bothered to call before she went home.

Opening her eyes, Taylor happened to spot a silver and gold envelope sticking out from under one of the cabinets. Curious, she bent down and picked it up. To her surprise, the name of Kathleen Foster was on the envelope.

“This must’ve fell out of her purse when it was knocked off the counter.” Taylor thought as she wondered what was in it. “Only one way to find out.” she added. It turned out to be the invitation to the Halloween Ball Kathleen had been talking about. The Ball was being given by something called the Sean McMurphy Memorial Fund. Taylor had never heard of before. She had, however, heard of the Grand Astoria Hotel, which the invitation showed as the site of the Ball. Only last week, Taylor had read an article about the multi-million dollar restoration of the old hotel and how it was going to have a big Grand Re-Opening next month. Evidently, it seemed that this Sean McMurphy Fund was able to book the entire Hotel for their Ball before that.

“The ticket for the Ball even comes with a room,” Taylor noted as she read the rest of the papers in the envelope.

It seemed Kathleen had been nominated for membership in some sort of professional society and as part of that nomination, the society was picking up the tab for the entire weekend at the Grand Astoria.

“Just think of all those people at the Grand Astoria,” Taylor said to the empty salon. “Enjoying shrimp and champagne while I eat cheese doodles and Pepsi at Monica’s party. I bet there’s a lot better class of men at that party too. At least ones who wouldn’t escort bursa be trying to grope her ass after a few beers.”

Putting all the papers back in the envelope, Taylor thought it was a shame that Kathleen was going to miss the Ball. She imagined again all the professional men that must attend functions like that and tried to remember Kathleen ever mentioning a boyfriend or anything. Or was she, Taylor wondered, one of those women so wrapped up in their careers that they had no time for romance.

“Look at me criticizing someone else’s love life.” Taylor went on, “Like I’ve had such great luck with men.”

Looking up at the clock on the wall, Taylor decided she’d put in as much extra time as she needed to make up for being late this morning. She’d half expected that bitch Anna to call from home to make sure she was still here. Tossing the gold envelope into one of the wastebaskets, the twenty-four year out headed for the door and home.

“Too bad I couldn’t change places with Kathleen for the night,” she mused as she pushed the invitation from her mind. “It’ll probably be a hell of a party.”

Taylor had locked the door behind her and was halfway down the street when she paused. A fantastic thought filled her mind.

“Why couldn’t I?” she thought. “Why couldn’t I go in Kathleen’s place? After all, it’s a Halloween Ball. Everyone’s going to be in a costume. And it’s not like she paid for the tickets, so I wouldn’t be stealing or anything like that.”

As quick as Taylor tried to think of new justifications for acting on this crazy impulse, another voice inside of her responded with reasons what she shouldn’t. It finally came down to the memory of Anna’s shrill voice and how she treated her like trash. If she was going to make some changes in her life, maybe a little adventure was as good a place to start as any.

With a smile on her face and a new determination in her heart, Taylor spun on her heels and went back to the Salon. Two minutes later she was again walking down the same street, this time with the coveted invitation in her hand.

* * * * * * * “Good afternoon, may I help you?” the pretty young Asian woman behind the counter, whose nametag identified as Mei-Ling, looked up and asked.

Taylor took a deep breath before answering. What seemed like a good idea only last night, now seemed like insanity in the light of day. It had taken her over a half-hour of debate within herself to even step into the hotel, much less approach the check in counter. Right now, part of her wanted to just turn and run.

She had spent a good part of the morning trying to decide how a young businesswoman would dress when going to a hotel. Finally she decided a simple blue print would be okay.

“I’m … Kathleen Foster…” she said in a low hesitant voice, as if afraid that bells and alarms were about to go off. “I have a reservation.”

The pretty girl, who Taylor thought couldn’t have been more than eighteen, smiled once more and typed Kathleen Foster into her computer. It was only a moment before the confirmation came up on the screen, but to Taylor it seemed like an eternity.

“Here we go,” Mei-Ling said. “Room 314 in the west wing. A very nice room. If you’ll just fill out this registration card, I’ll have one of our bellhops help you with your bag.”

As Taylor filled out the small card, careful to fill in the information for Kathleen Foster, she didn’t notice one of the two bellhops who had been stand a dozen feet away, respond to Mei-Lings summons. If she had, she might have found it surprising that they were both young women as well.

“I can handle my bag,” Taylor said automatically, “It’s just the one.”

“”Very good,” the Asian woman said as Taylor handed back the card. “Now I just need your credit card to make an imprint and you’ll be on your way.”

“My credit card..?” Taylor asked in terror, a sudden chill flashing through her.

“Is there a problem?” Mei-Ling asked.

“I thought, what I mean is…” Taylor started to say as she tried to think of a reason why she wouldn’t have a card.

She was about to make a show of looking for her wallet in her purse and then saying she must have forgot it at home. If nothing else, she would then leave and never come back.

“That won’t be necessary, Mei-Ling.” said another voice from behind Taylor.

The brunette turned to see a tall, dark skilled woman with very short curly black hair standing next to her. She was wearing a navy blue jacket, white shirt and matching skirt. Taylor guessed that she was in her early thirties.

“Ms. Foster is one of our new nominees,” the black woman said. “The Foundation is taking care of all of her expenses.”

“Of course,” Mei-Ling replied as she typed in the proper code on the registration. “Welcome to the Grand Astoria, Ms. Foster.” she beamed as she handed Taylor an electronic key to her room. Enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you.” Taylor said in a relief filled voice.

“Are you bursa escort bayan okay?” the woman in blue asked. “You seem a little flushed.”

“Just the excitement, that’s all.” Taylor quickly covered.

“Of course.” came the reply. “I’m Sanura Jackson, head of the Foundation’s Membership Committee.”

“Nice to meet you.” Taylor said as she reached out to meet Sanura’s outstretched hand.

The smile on her face was genuine. If the head of the membership committee didn’t spot her as a fake, then she was home free.

“Do you also work here at the hotel?” Taylor asked, trying to make conversation.

“Me? Oh no. In real life I’m a specialist in corporate security. I did almost ten years with the government, then opened my own business.”

“I’m sorry, I though when I saw you and the girl at the counter wearing the same pin that…”

“This pin?” Sanura asked, a touch of confusion in her voice as she indicated the gold pin on her lapel. “You must’ve seem one of the Foundation’s pins before?”

“Of course, where is my head this afternoon?” Taylor asked herself. “It just looked a little different in this light, that’s all.”

Sanura seemed to accept that answer, or so Taylor hoped.

“Actually none of the people here are hotel staff.” Sanura went on. “We prefer to use our own Foundation volunteers when we have functions like this. It tends to keep things more private.”

“I understand.” Taylor answered, as if she had the slightest idea what Sanura was talking about.

“Actually it was McMurphy Industries that bought and renovated the hotel. And since Scarlett still heads the Board of Directors, there was no problem with us borrowing it for the Ball.”

Taylor continued to agree, wondering if she was supposed to know who Scarlett was.

“It’s too bad she’s stuck in the Caribbean by that storm. She usually never misses one of the Foundation’s bashes. I hope I’m that active when I get to be her age.”

Letting out a secret sigh of relief when they got to the elevators, Taylor hoped Sanura didn’t insist on seeing her up to her room as well. Thankfully the taller woman stopped short of that.

“Well thanks for your help.” Taylor said.

“Not really much in the way of help, but you’re welcome.” Sanura replied. “Maybe later, after you’ve settled in, we can have a drink or something. I’d like to get to know you a little better.”

“I’d like that.” Taylor answered to be polite, hoping that she didn’t run into Sanura again before the Ball.

As the elevator doors closed between them, Taylor noted that Sanura seemed to be very pleased with her reply.

“I never thought someone into security would be that friendly with people.” she mused as the indicator light turned into a three. “Guess it takes all kinds.”

Once in her room, Taylor decided to take a little nap. The Costume Ball didn’t start until eight. That gave her more than a few hours to kill. Stripping down to her underwear, she noted that the room she had been given was a lot better than her apartment. She didn’t want to even think about what it would normally cost per night.

She undid her bra, dropping it onto the floor. Strong fingers massaged her rounded breasts, bringing back the sensation she sometimes lost when her bra was too tight. Mentally she made a note to buy some new ones, but knew that there was always more demand on her paycheck than she could afford.

“Enough of that.” she laughed as she dropped on the still made bed. “I’ll worry about everything else on Monday. This weekend is for having fun.”

Stretched out semi-nude on the bed, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. In her dreams she could imagine that this life was hers for real.

“Oh God, it can’t be morning already.” Taylor groaned as she rolled over on the soft bed toward the ringing sound that had disturbed her slumber.

It took a few seconds for her to grasp that it was the phone and not her alarm clock that was ringing. The realization that this wasn’t her apartment a brief moment later snapped her fully awake.

“Hello..?” she said into the receiver as she lifted the phone.

“Good Evening, Ms. Foster.” said a lyrical voice over the phone. “You asked for a reminder call at six forty five.”

“Oh yes, I did, didn’t I? she remembered. “Thank you very much.”

With renewed energy, she bounced off the bed. The nap had been a great idea. Now she felt like she could go all night.

“Well as I’m sure Cinderella once said,” she laughed. “It’s off to the Ball I go.”

Taylor closed her eyes as she stepped into the shower and warm water splashed against her skin. It felt great after her nap. She was as excited as could be about her little adventure. There was such a forbidden nature about it all.

Running her hands down her soapy body, down between her legs, Taylor discovered she was aroused. Normally she didn’t get that way again until a few days after she and George had one of their marathon screwing sessions. Yet as she played her fingers over her body, she suddenly felt as horny as if she’d been celibate for a month.

“Must be the new me.” she laughed to herself. “Hope I find a cute guy tonight to take care of my itch. But just in case…”

This story is the 5th part of an ongoing story about Marte and her journey through exploration of herself and her sexuality. While reading the prior versions would help in the understanding of her journey, this story can be read and enjoyed on its own. All comments welcomed.

Marte received her first challenge in years. Excited, yet nervous at the same time, she logged off the computer and turned off the screen. As instructed, she picked up her phone and called her best friend, Terra.

“Hey, how are you doing?”

Terra replied, “Great. How are you?”

With anxiety in her voice, Marte replied, “I am good. Listen, I have received another challenge. Are you busy tonight?”

Terra smiled so big she was sure Terra could see it through the phone. “Oh my God. After all these years. I have been wondering if you would ever take the next step. I cannot wait to hear what this one is. I am available tonight!”

Marte exhaled before continuing, “I am going to need you to call Cindy and get her to come along as well. Both of you should pack a day of clothing. And bring some fun toys with you as well.”

“Oh this will be a fantastic night! I missed doing these challenges. I will call Cindy and we will be over soon.”

Marte could feel her insides twisting as she hung up the phone. She never regretted a challenge she had taken before but she knew they always pushed the limits of her conservative thinking. It had been so long since she had been sexually active. While she enjoyed the intimate bonding she formed with her two best friends over five years ago, their friendship had grown past sexuality in the recent years.

Marte yearned to have a lasting relationship with her man and to finally seal the deal with him. She had just finished talking to him online, as he lived states away. This was the last challenge he requested of her before he moved in with her. She pushed her chair away from the table and stood. She pulled off her robe as she headed for the bedroom. She could hear the joyful songs of the birds in the trees as she turned on the shower in her master bathroom.

Marte stepped into the shower and softly ran her fingers down over her small mounds she called breasts and down her slim body as the hot water ran down her body. She felt her senses jump to life as her hairs stood on her body. She lathered her body and grabbed her razor. She shaved her legs and shaved her pussy smooth as requested.

Waiting for her friends to arrive, Marte dried her body and covered her naked body with her robe once again. She grabbed a muffin from the kitchen counter and took a walk to the back porch. She tried to calm her anxiety by sitting in her reclined chair as she looked out a the forest of trees and listened to the songs of the birds as the overhead sun shone on her light skin.

She began to doze off when she heard the front door close and footsteps walk across the wooden floor of her living room. Her brain went into overdrive as she knew her life was to be forever changed once again.

Terra was the first to open the screen door and step out onto the porch, followed shortly by Cindy. Marte smiled. “It is great to see both of you. Terra I know I tell you this every time I see you, but I love how your streak black hair shines in the sunlight. You are so gorgeous. And Cindy, wow you have been working out. You look stunning.”

Both girls thanked her before Terra spoke up. She was not known for her patience or coyness. “So what is the challenge Marte? I am so excited. My panties are soaking wet already.”

Cindy smacked Terra on the arm, “Stop it. You are so bad.”

Marte could feel her face turning bright red as she blushed. Ryan said the details of the challenge would be emailed to you Marte. He would not give me all the details, as usual. He did promise me that if I completed this challenge, then he would finally move here though. It has been so long since I have done any of these challenges. I am so scared, but I know it will be worth it.”

Terra replied, “Don’t worry Marte. Whatever the challenge is, you will be in good hands I am sure.” Terra began to laugh.

Cindy once again smacked her on the arm. “You are so bad Terra. I sometimes wonder why she keeps you as a friend.”

“Because she loves me, that’s why”, Terra replied as her phone chimed. “And bursa escort here is the email. Cindy let’s see what the challenge is.”

Marte sat for what seemed like forever as her best friends read the email. Her stomach was knotting up again. She could feel her body beginning to sweat. She looked up at Terra to see the widest grin she had seen in a long time.

“Marte this one is going to be the best yet. I hope you got some sleep last night. Let’s head to your bedroom.”

The three of them headed to Marte’s bedroom. Terra gave Marte the first set of instructions. “You are to removed your robe and lie down on the center of the bed. I will pull the covers back for you.”

Marte hesitantly removed her robe. It had been a long time since her friends had seen her naked. Even worse, they were fully clothed. Her robe hit the floor and she quickly climbed onto the bed lying on her back. She kept her legs closed, though she knew they wouldn’t stay that way for long. She closed her eyes as she felt her nipples grow rock hard as the cool air hit them.

“We have been instructed to blindfold you” Cindy stated as she lifted Marte’s head and placed a black cloth over her friend’s eyes.”

Marte heard a shuffling on the other side of the room and then a bag being unzipped. Unable to see the movements around her drove her half crazy. “What are you two going to do to me?”, she inquired.

Terra giggled and as she said, “You know we can’t tell you, but lie there and enjoy this rollercoaster ride.”

“What do you mean rollercoaster ride Terra?”

She heard the two girls laugh, but received no reply in return.

“Put your hands out to the side Marte. I have been instructed to bind them.” Cindy stated with a soft voice.

Marte reluctantly moved her arms realizing that she was giving up total control of her body to them. She knew the devious mind of Terra and that made her just a little afraid. She knew Cindy was the sensible of the two and that comforted her a little. She knew that was why Cindy had was involved as well. Marte was lost in her thoughts of previous challenges and how soft her friend’s bodies felt as she jumped. Her body felt a soft warmth overcome her body starting at the top of her chest and moving down her body at an agonizingly slow pace. It started on just the right side where her hand had just been bound. She could feel her body coming alive as a hand slowly moved over her breast and down the right side of her stomach, inching towards the outside of her legs.

Marte took a deep breath. Her left hand was now being bound by Cindy as Terra continued to slowly run her fingers back up the middle of Marte’s right leg and up the middle of her stomach heading towards her right breast. Marte felt her legs slowly relax. Just then she felt a second hand against her skin. This one lightly touching the left side of her body. It was softer and not as aggressive as the first hand. She knew this hand must be Cindy. The hands continued to travel up and down her body for what seemed like an eternity. She could feel her body relaxing and giving up control. At the same time she could feel her insides heating up. She knew she was moist between her legs.

Marte was in the stage just before sleep, yet still awake when she heard a movement at the far end of the room. Her head stiffened as she listened intently. She heard what sounded like a chair scoot across the wooden floor. Her breathing moved from a relaxed state to a quicker breathing. She felt the bed move around her as someone appeared to climb on the bed.

The hands had stopped massaging her body. She could hear her breathing as well as her two friends increase. She felt a heavy pressure against her hips and realized someone had straddled her body. She took a deep breath not knowing what was about to happen, but knowing things were about to intensify. As the body slowly moved a few inches up her body, she realized there was a stickiness of her body and the other body, meaning whoever was on her had no clothes on either.

Two hand began slowly massaging her breast as she felt two hands on her ankles. She felt her legs begin to widen and she felt the urge to resist, she knew it would do no good however. Shots of warmth ran to her breasts as she felt the hands aggressively knead her. She knew they must be the hands of bursa escort bayan Terra. She let out a soft moan as her long, hard nipples began to be tugged on. She heard the sound of Velcro being pulled apart and felt her something being wrapped around her right ankle then her left.

Marte could feel a growing warmth build in her lower stomach as she felt her pussy begin to sop. It had been so long since someone else had touched her body. Sure she played often but this was so much more than that.

Cindy finished tying Marte’s ankles to the bedposts and reached into the bag of goodies. She found a light blue vibrator and grabbed it thinking this would be a good start. Marte heard a buzzing noise and tensed her legs knowing what too well what that sound was. It was all too familiar to her. She felt a vibration start at her left ankle and inch its way toward her groin. She felt self-conscious knowing Cindy would set how excited she was becoming.

The soft vibrations brought the nerves in her legs to life. She was now being teased from top to bottom. She felt the body on top of her shift as the hands moved from her chest and appeared to land on each side of her face. She felt warm lips be placed upon her own lips as Terra began to slowly kiss her. Short pecks at first as the vibrator now moved over the top of her mound and slowly began moving down the right side of her legs.

The kisses began to get longer and harder. Marte felt her lips instinctively start kissing back. She missed the touch of hands on her breasts and nipples but loved the passion of the kisses.

For the first time in awhile she heard a voice. Cindy softly said, “It is time to test your boundaries Marte. You have stated that you had wondered what it would be like to be taken submissively. You stated that it scared you to death to give up control of your body to someone else. Let’s see how well you do. Tonight you will not only give up control to others, but you will also experience things you never have before. If it gets to be too much for you simply tell us to stop. Remember, however, that you must complete the challenge in order to get what you ultimately want.”

Marte felt Terra’s tongue slither between her lips. She loved the way Terra kissed her. It electrified her entire body. Terra felt the vibrator move back up the inside of her groin and stop just an inch from her swollen clit. She felt her hips try to rise, but Terra’s weight prevented her from doing so. The vibrations softly spread across her mound. Her clit was feeling the residual vibrations and she knew she wanted more. Just as she was beginning to get into the madness of the kisses, the lips pulled away. She heard herself let out a short “No.”

Her body was beginning to betray her. She didn’t mean to say that. She meant it but she didn’t want to say it. Terra smiled knowing how much Marte was enjoying this. Terra herself could not help but enjoy this. How could she not enjoy touching the gorgeous skin of a beautiful woman, feeling the softness only a female body possesses. Terra could feel her own pussy burn with desire.

Cindy slowly moved the vibrator down a few inches and let it softly rest on Marte’s clit. She heard her gasp as the vibrator attacked her yearning clit. She saw how wonderfully Marte’s parting lips glistened in the faint daylight. Terra slowly slid her body up Marte’s stomach leaving a wet trail behind like that of a snail.

Marte took a deep breath and held it in wondering what Terra was up to next as she felt the soft vibrations manipulate her clit. Her body was moving into overdrive. She could feel a burn beginning to grow stronger in her stomach and move towards her wanting pussy.

“OH MY GOD!”, Marte exclaimed as she felt warm, moist lips placing soft momentary kisses upon her outer labia. She could smell the strong odor of women juices inching closer. She felt Terra run her inner groins over her own breasts and continue to climb towards her face. Marte raised her hips as the vibrator moved away from her clit. Her clit screamed for more. Her outer labia were being teased with soft kisses as she felt warmth against her mouth. She knew just what it was and what was wanted of her. She let her tongue slither out her mouth as she tasted the sweet nectar of her best friend. She let her tongue blindly separate Terra’s pussy lips escort bursa and heard Terra release a moan.

Marte was so turned on by the taste of her Terra’s juices now running over her lips. She felt the kisses stop and moaned inside Terra as she felt Cindy begin to softly run her tongue over the bottom of her outer labia. She couldn’t concentrate anymore. The tongue ran up her right outer labia, circle her clit softly and move back down her left outer labia. Her hips raised with excitement. She could feel herself getting close as the hot tongue and even hotter breath moved in circles around her pussy.

Marte heard Terra moan a long sigh as Marte mimicked the actions being performed on her own lips. Marte could feel her hips rising and falling as the tongue began moving inside her with more swiftness. Marte could feel Terra grinding her pussy against her lips. Marte tried to imagine what Terra looked like as she road her face. She imagined Terra’s breasts swaying forward and then hitting her chest.

Cindy slowly slid the vibrator inside Marte’s spread pussy lips as she began to attack Marte’s clit with her lips. Cindy wrapped her lips around Marte’s clit and began sucking on it as she slid the vibrator in and out of Marte’s yearning pussy.

Terra was in Heaven as she felt Marte’s tongue deep inside her. She rocked her hips back and forth desperately wanting to cumm. Marte’s gasp as Cindy’s warm mouth manipulated her pulsing clit. “I can’t last much longer” Marte exclaimed. She could feel an explosing building deep inside her gut and raging towards her pussy. Just when she was about to explode she felt the vibrator and Cindy’s lips remove from her body.

“No! Don’t stop. PLEASE DONT STOP!!”, Marte begged.

“I am sorry, but you have to give up control Marte.” Cindy explained with sympathy.

“Eat me Marte. Make me cumm!” Terra explained as Marte’s tongue thrashed her burning clit. Marte yearned to orgasm as her body betrayed her, yet she was now able to focus on Terra’s body. Marte felt her breathing match Terra’s only she knew Terra was going to get a release.

Marte felt Terra’s hands grab her hair and cup her ears as she circled her hips applying as much pressure as possible against Marte’s tongue. Marte could feel her tongue getting tires, she sucked Terra’s hard clit into her mouth and heard Terra scream as her pussy gushed juices all over Marte’s face. Marte felt the warmth of the juices flow down her face. She felt Terra’s body lock up. Marte wishing it was her own body releasing its tenseness.

Marte felt Terra climb off her. Terra deeply kissed Marte and then thanked her. Marte could still smell the strong odor of Terra all around her nose. Marte began to grin as she heard Terra say, “It’s your turn”. Marte was finally going to get a release. She heard Terra ask, “Lips and fingers or vibrator?” Marte went to answer when she heard Cindy reply first, “Lips and fingers. Oh yeah.”

Marte felt her body slump down all at once, realizing Terra was not talking to her. Marte felt movement on the bed and she felt someone lying down beside her, knowing it was Cindy. Marte felt fingers briefly tease her clit and nipples, keeping her on the edge, only go withdrawal again.

Marte heard Cindy moan, knowing that Terra was now pleasuring her friend. Marte hated that she was not being touched and her friend was instead, but even worse was that she couldn’t even see what was happening. She could only listen. She could tell Cindy was only inches from her. She could feel Cindy shudder next to her.

Marte felt hands on her face nudging her to turn her head to the side. She felt Cindy’s lips against her own. Cindy began to passionately kiss Marte, gasping with short, deep breathes in between kisses.

“Oh yes! That feels so good.” Cindy exclaimed.

“You taste so damn good!” Marte heard Terra reply. Marte growled in displeasure.

Marte could feel the warmth of Cindy’s lips keeping her riled up and the thought of Terra’s lips and fingers skillfully manipulating Cindy was driving Marte crazy. Marte raised her hips as she felt Cindy’s hips bouncing on the bed just inches from her. She could tell Cindy too was about to get an orgasm and none for her. She could hear the squishing sound of Cindy’s pussy as Terra fingered her.

Cindy’s breathing was getting shorter and faster, her moans getting stronger and longer. Marte felt Cindy’s hand clasp her breast as Cindy let out a long moan and tensed up shuddering. Marte was spiteful of her friend getting hers and Marte left in an agonizing want.

End of part 1

Author’s Note: This story is not meant for those wanting a quick erotic read. It is long. It is a love story. It is a tragedy. Love it, or hate it, but either way I hope you enjoy the journey. I know the journey has been eye-opening for me as the story evolved into what it is.

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I froze in mid-step. My pulse crashed in my ears as I hovered in time, caught by the question that paralyzed me: Could it be her?

During the first year after she left, I had seen her face everywhere even though I knew it was impossible, with her on the other side of the country. But after four years without her, I had rid myself of the phantoms I used to see. I had finally put her memories aside and decided that life was still worth living. At least I thought I had.

The figure turned slightly and tossed her head back in laughter, and I caught sight of the dimples that had always melted my heart; the same heart that was now ripping apart at the seams. I agonized momentarily over my next action. Part of me wanted to run to her, throw my arms around her, and tell her how much I’d missed her. The more rational side of me wanted to run away before she spotted me. I finally decided upon the less painful option and turned to leave the park.

“Rachel?” Oh, God, she saw me. Maybe I can pretend I didn’t hear her. “Hey, Rach! Wait up!” I took a deep breath to steady the shaking in my limbs and turned around to face the one person I thought I’d never see again.

She was jogging up to me with a look on her face that was too easy to read. But then, it had always been easy for me to read her emotions — like second nature right from the beginning. It took me all of a second to tell even through the smile on her face that she was just as torn about this chance meeting as I. She stopped in front of me and looked me over for a moment before speaking.

“Running away?” She smiled knowingly. I couldn’t help but smile softly back.

“Well, it seemed like the safest thing to do,” I replied. She chuckled quietly and shook her head, as if she were almost surprised that she still knew me so well. I took another deep breath that ended in an involuntary sigh. “Hi,” I greeted her simply.

“Hi,” she returned. We stared at each other for a few moments without saying anything. I struggled through the rush of emotions and confusion in my mind to think of something I could safely verbalize. Somewhere in the back of my mind I marveled vaguely that there was no awkwardness between us, even as we stood there in silence after four years apart. The complete vulnerability that we had always shared had snapped back into place so quickly it made my head spin. Not that it matters. Don’t get any ideas, Rachel. Nothing has changed. “How are you,” she asked quietly. The question ran so much deeper than the actual words.

“I’m…okay,” I answered honestly. “You?”

She smiled again, flashing her dimples briefly. “I’m okay too.” Again I wondered at how much we communicated without words. It would be so easy to slip back into that comfortable place and enjoy the emotional intimacy that I had only ever found with her, but I knew to do so would only cause me pain in the end. I struggled to quickly throw up some kind of defense around my heart, but I found myself laughing instead as I realized she was doing the same thing — I could see it in her face.

“Oh my God, this is insane,” I summarized, and she laughed with me for a moment, nodding in agreement. I ran my hand through my hair, and decided that struggling was futile. “What are you doing here, Amber? Aren’t you living in California?”

“Yeah,” she answered, “I’m still living there. I’m here for a few weeks visiting family. I brought Jeremiah,” she motioned over toward the merry-go-round where a young boy was running around enthusiastically. I felt my eyes get wide at the sight of the eight-year-old child that had still been a toddler when I’d last seen him.

“Wow, he’s so big,” I exclaimed, a pang in my heart. Even though Jeremiah was Amber’s son, I had loved him almost as if he were my own for nearly two years of my life. I immediately wanted to scoop him up into my arms and hold him, but his attachment to me was part of the reason she’d left anyhow. I stared longingly at the child who had called me Aunt Rachie just a few years ago and wondered if he’d remember me.

“He still asks me if he’s going to get to see you every time we visit Ohio,” Amber stated softly. Of course she’d answer my unspoken question. Oh, my heart was going to ache for days after all this! I knew it. But I figured the damage had already been done, and I might as well indulge myself a little.

“What do you tell him,” I inquired timidly.

Amber sighed softly before answering, “I just tell him not this time and pray we don’t run into you anywhere.”

I grinned at my old soul mate playfully. “Didn’t work this time, eh?” She grinned back at me and shrugged her shoulders in response. “Well Amber, you didn’t have to call me over, you know. I was just going to quietly slip away. Why didn’t you bursa escort just let me go?”

“I don’t know,” she frowned. As my eyes searched hers, however, I found the answer written there: the desire, no, the need to be with me, no matter how brief the length of time, was too much to resist. All the resolve of the last four years was melting away with that needy look in her eyes. I almost choked on the lump forming in my throat. My fingers itched to touch her, and I searched desperately for a reason to. Finally I spotted a wayward strand of hair dangling over her brow. I reached out one hand and gently brushed it back with my fingertips.

“I like how you do your hair now,” I nearly whispered, my words thick. My fingers came to rest on her soft cheek. Her wide gaze slowly traveled down to my lips, where it hovered momentarily before returning to my eyes. Yes, I needed to feel her lips against mine just one last time, to feel them fill me up with that inner peace and fulfillment that I felt only when kissing the woman I still loved with all of my heart and soul. I leaned toward Amber slightly and felt her tremble with anticipation, her breath erratic.

“OUCH!!” The yell from the playground halted my actions. My hand dropped to my side as Amber raced over to her son, who was now yelling about a bee that had stung him. My first instinct was to hurry over to help, but I was afraid of what it would mean for Amber if Jeremiah recognized me and mentioned it to his father later. Instead I stood there and half-watched as she removed the stinger from Jeremiah’s arm, then bandaged the wound, explaining to him that the bee was protecting itself and its home. As always, I admired her and how she handled her child. She had once told me she wanted to be the kind of mother she wished she could have had. Even now, four years later, she was still just as patient and brilliant with Jeremiah as she ever was.

A few minutes later, when Jeremiah went back to playing and Amber walked back toward me, I relayed my thoughts about her mothering skills. “Well,” she responded, smiling, “it’s not always easy but I do my best.” Her smile faded and she looked at me sadly. “Matt is a good father, but he’s been so controlling over us. This is the first time he has let me come home without him since we moved.” I nodded solemnly.

“Is he still angry with you for everything,” I asked.

“Sort of. It took him almost a year to be able to touch me after that.” I felt a shade of jealousy touch me at the thought of Amber being intimate with her husband. Ironic? Perhaps, but it was what it was. I felt a question arising to my lips that I was almost afraid to ask.

“Are you happy?” Amber fidgeted uncomfortably while she pondered my question.

“Jeremiah is doing great, and he’s happy to be with both his mother and his father. That makes me happy.” I nodded. I didn’t need to hear more to complete the situation in my head. As always with Amber, what was left unsaid was just as understood as what was spoken. I felt a deep ache in my chest. Amber may have been thinking of what was best for her son, but doing so put her in a life of isolation and loneliness. There was no one in California that understood her like I did. And no one ever would. Apart, we were both destined to always be two broken halves of a whole.

I gazed sadly at my old lover, wishing desperately for the thousandth time that there were some way to repair this broken situation. I thought of the last four years of hardening my heart against the pain of losing my best friend and soul mate, and realized that all the barriers I had constructed had crumbled in the last fifteen minutes. The pain and tears that would follow this conversation would be unbearable. That thought alone caused my eyes to prick, and I decided to take my leave then instead of dragging out the torture. “I need to get going. I promised a friend I would meet her for lunch today and I’m running late,” I lied. “I hope you enjoy your weeks home, Amber.” I turned to bolt.

“Wait! Rach! I was wondering…” She paused as I faced her again. “Umm,” she hesitated. “Listen, if you aren’t too busy, do you want to get dinner later? Jeremiah is staying with his cousin for the night, and I don’t really have anything to do, so…” Her sentence trailed off as I contemplated her request. I knew in my mind that seeing Amber again was the set-up for a disaster. The question now was whether I was willing to risk overwhelming amounts of heartache for both myself and Amber in order to spend a little more time with her. Thanks for the dilemma, Love.

Except there really was no dilemma. Any opportunity to spend time with Amber was not something I could pass up. Like an addict, the temptation to have my fix proved stronger than my own will.

“Five-thirty at the usual place?” She smiled softly.

“I’ll be there.”

When I was introduced to Amber those years ago, I knew almost immediately that something special was about to happen. We met when I was hired in to the small-town hospital where I still worked escort bursa as an IV therapist. My boss was leading me around the building, showing me the supply rooms and introducing me to the staff. I was bubbling with excitement over my first “career” job, and I was eager to befriend the people I would be working with.

As we rounded the front of the building, my boss began introducing me to the receptionists. When I shook hands with the bubbly “Amber Roberts,” I noticed several things about her: She was pretty, with shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, and an adorable smile that was infectious. But the thing that caught my attention was that the smile, warming as it was, didn’t quite reach her eyes. I was immediately intrigued, because I recognized the similarities between us. Like me, she was hiding from the world behind a smile, and I felt an instant connection because of that. Later that day, when I took my lunch break, I was reading a novel in the break room when she walked up to my table.

“Mind if I sit here,” she asked politely. She joined me and we spent the next twenty minutes talking. Right from the start, talking came so easy. I found her to be charming and sweet, one of the nicest people I think I had ever met. During the weeks that followed we ate lunch together almost every day, laughing and joking most of the time. Gradually I began to see smiles that actually reached her eyes.

One day she walked into the break room, sat down with me, and greeted me like normal, but something was different. I don’t know how I could tell, but something was really bothering her that day. “Amber,” I questioned hesitantly, “are you okay?” She froze momentarily behind the smile that was wavering slightly on her face.

“Yeah I’m fine,” she replied after a beat. Lying. In my experience when a person lied about being upset, they either really want to be left alone, or they secretly want to be drawn out of their shell. If she wanted to be left alone, questioning further would make her angry and distrustful of me; however, if she wanted to be drawn out, dropping the subject would make her feel like I didn’t care. For some reason, I just knew this girl needed some prodding to open up.

“You don’t look fine. You look like you’re hurting,” I stated quietly. At that her eyes began to well up with tears. She shook her head and fixed the smile back onto her face.

“Some days are just harder than others, that’s all.”

I gazed at her and tried to see beyond that smile into her eyes, but she dropped her gaze to her food and refused to look at me. I understood perfectly: she wanted to open up to me, but she had a hard time trusting people. We were a lot more alike than she knew, and I made it my goal to earn her trust. I smiled and stated, “Well I recognize a dodge when I see one. But just so you know, if you want someone to talk to, I’m here.” After that declaration I promptly changed the subject, and by the end of that lunch I had her smiling for real again. But as we parted ways, she looked at me in a way that was surprisingly candid for the first time. She looked into my eyes for a few moments curiously, perhaps looking for something there.

Finally, she spoke. “Thanks.” I heard so much in that one word: thanks for caring, for being there, for making me smile, for knowing when to drop it, for making me feel better. I smiled gently at her and replied to all of it, spoken and unspoken.

“You’re welcome.”

It was only about a month later that we decided to go dancing at a local club after work. Her baby boy was staying the weekend at his grandma’s house and I thought it would be fun for her to relax and have some fun for once. That night we dressed up and partied late into the night, consuming enough alcohol that driving was impossible for either of us. Since her apartment was within walking distance, she offered to let me spend the night. After changing into some borrowed pajamas, with some drunken difficulty I might add, we settled down into her bed for the night.

“I should warn you,” I slurred as we made ourselves comfortable, “I have a cuddling problem.” She giggled at that.

“What do you mean?”

“Well ever since I was little, every time I sleep in the same bed as someone else I gravitate over to their side of the bed.” I giggled a little myself. “I really can’t help it, but I will try my hardest not to. I just figured you should know what you’re getting into sleeping next to me.”

She giggled loudly for a few seconds before responding. “That is awesome! I love to cuddle!”

To this day I don’t know if it was the booze or just the natural comfort we had together, but we found ourselves cuddling together within minutes of my confession. Not just any cuddling either, but almost intimate cuddling. Face-to-face, nose-to-nose, wrapped up in each other’s arms and legs; I had never been that close to anyone I hadn’t just had sex with, and I sure as hell had never been that close to a woman before. Still, it felt so natural and comfortable that there was no awkwardness bursa escort bayan between us.

We began to talk about everything and nothing, and hours passed as we shared our life’s stories with each other. She told me about her childhood and her family, explaining how it came to be that she shut out most people from knowing the true person inside. She explained how her husband of three years had a warrant out for his arrest for drug peddling and had fled to California to escape prison, leaving her alone with their two-year-old son. I talked about growing up in a broken home and my own trust issues. We both discussed how frightening and exhilarating it was to connect so naturally with each other, as if we’d known each other our whole lives.

When we finally drifted off to sleep, her fingers were still tangled in my hair, her forehead was still pressed against mine, and my arm was still wrapped around her middle, holding her close to me.

Time was not moving fast enough for my liking. I had finished all the errands that I had planned for my day off and it was still only 1:30 in the afternoon. Too soon to start getting ready for my dinner with Amber later, I decided to take a pre-shower bath just to help myself relax. After pouring a generous amount of bubble bath into the steamy water, I slipped into the tub and tried to calm my jittery nerves. My thoughts kept hounding me, however, and I found it difficult to sit still. I grabbed my shaving cream and razor and began to meticulously remove every strand of hair from my legs. As I shaved my upper thighs I wondered briefly if I should finish my hair removal ritual and shave between my legs as well. Might as well, I decided, just in case.

In case? In case of what? I felt a slight amount of panic creep into my core, but it was quickly consumed by the sudden onslaught of desire and need that overcame me. I knew that I shouldn’t hope for Amber to stay with me tonight, that I shouldn’t hope that after four years of running from me, she would give in. I knew it, but I couldn’t stop myself. My fingers yearned to feel her smooth skin, my lips starving to feel her warmth, my pussy aching for the release of her touch. As I finished shaving, I let my mind wander back through time.

I would never forget the night that everything changed between Amber and I.

After the night where we first cuddled and opened up to each other, Amber and I began to spend a lot of time together outside of work. It wasn’t long before we were calling each other our “best friend” and spending two or three nights a week together. We always slept in the same bed on these nights, and we would always fall asleep and wake up in each other’s arms. I think we both understood that to anyone else it would seem unusual, but to us it was just second nature. There was nothing perverse or sexual about our cuddling; it was always just a physical expression of the emotional intimacy we felt.

Like everything else about our relationship, the transformation happened so naturally it was hard to tell when and where the change began. It was on a night like countless others; I was snuggled up next to Amber, my fingers tracing lazy circles in her hair, her nose gently touching mine. I was on the verge of slumber when she moved her head slightly, brushing her lips against mine in the process. In my half-consciousness, I puckered my lips and kissed her lightly without thinking about what I was doing. I might have drifted off into sleep right then if it hadn’t suddenly dawned on me that she had kissed me back.

My eyes flew open to find her staring at me, a look of startled confusion on her face. Unsure of what to say, I uttered the first word that came to my mind, “Oops.”

“Sorry,” she said at the same time.

“Wait, what are you sorry for,” I asked, confused. “I’m the one that did it.”

“No,” she replied, “I did it…didn’t I?” We both fell into silence, suddenly very unsure of what had just happened.

“I guess…we both did it,” I questioned tentatively. She stared at me for a few moments.

“Well, what’s wrong with that? I mean, we’re friends and we’re close. Uh, it’s only natural to want to express our, um, affection, right?” Her attempt to rationalize our kiss made me smile, mostly because I was searching desperately for an explanation too. My smile broke the slight tension and we both started laughing.

“Right,” I said. “There’s nothing wrong with a friendly kiss, although I doubt anyone else would agree with that one, Amber.” I rolled my eyes teasingly.

“Well, we were both half-asleep. It just…happened,” she theorized. I frowned for a moment. I might have agreed with her were it not for the thought being whispered in the back of my mind. Kiss her again. “What,” she inquired, noticing the look on my face. I looked into her eyes and wondered if I dared to say what I was thinking. I gathered my courage and spoke.

“Amber,” I began, “I…Can I kiss you? Like, awake this time?” By the time I finished my request I was almost speaking at a whisper. For the first time in a long time, I couldn’t read the expression on Amber’s face. I waited for some kind of rejection that I was sure was coming. But then she moved the hand that was resting on my side up to my cheek and brushed her fingers lightly against it.

Author’s note: All of the characters in the Chelsea series are, of course, entirely fictitious. I’ve been thrilled to receive your messages of support and hope you enjoy this final instalment. As always, votes, comments and emails are welcome.

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Chelsea Collins emerged from her ensuite bathroom clean, refreshed and completely naked. Her husband, David, the recently appointed minister in their small country parish, was still in bed and was just hanging up from a call on his mobile phone.

“Who was it on the phone?” asked Chelsea idly, standing at the foot of the bed.

“It was Janet Deane. You know her, I’m sure. The head of the Church Women’s Auxiliary….”

Chelsea’s heart almost stopped and the blood drained from her face. She swallowed hard before asking with faked disinterest: “Oh, what did she want?”

“She was asking if I thought you might agree to join the Auxiliary’s executive committee,” David replied with a puzzled expression. “Strange really – she seemed to be asking my permission for you to join.”

“And what did you say?” asked Chelsea with her heartbeat restored.

“Well, I said it sounded like an excellent idea but I’d need to consult you first. What do you think?” he asked looking sheepishly at his young wife’s lithe body.

“Oh, well,” replied Chelsea casually. “If you think it might be a good idea then I suppose I could. It would give me something to do.”

“Excellent,” replied David enthusiastically. “I think it would be a good opportunity for you to get on more intimate terms with some important members of my congregation. You don’t mind do you, really?”

Chelsea swallowed again and said lightly: “Of course I don’t mind. I’m happy to do anything that will help your work.” She turned to open the wardrobe doors.

“Well, that’s lovely. I shall phone Janet Deane back and tell her to contact you with the details.” David paused, then said: “Oh and darling…”

“Yes?” she replied, turning back to face her husband.

“Um – can you please not parade about like that?” He flicked his eyes up and down her body.

“Oh,” said Chelsea covering her small breasts with one forearm and her wispy blonde mound with the other hand. “Of course — sorry.”

An hour later, when her husband had left the rectory for a meeting at the church, Chelsea’s naked form was greeted much more warmly by her mother-in-law, Mary Morgan. The older woman was soaking in the bath as Chelsea chatted to her, sitting on the edge of the tub at the far end with her feet in the water. Mary’s large breasts floated on the surface, slick with lather, her large nipples pink from the steaming water and growing stiffer with each second she gazed on the slim naked body of her daughter-in-law. By unspoken agreement both women began to caress their own breasts, each watching the other in growing excitement. Chelsea’s petite mounds easily fitted into the palm of each hand while Mary’s palms barely covered her areolae.

As they caressed themselves Chelsea quizzed Mary about the Executive Committee of the Church Women’s Auxiliary — sensing correctly that Mary knew a lot more than she or Janet had previously let on. Mary smiled at Chelsea, leaned forward and reached out with one soapy hand to caress the young woman’s pussy.

“Don’t worry about the committee,” said Mary, sliding closer to Chelsea’s parted thighs. “You’ll find out soon enough — all I will say is that I know you are going to love working with the other women.”

Mary’s teasing, almost sly, inference sent a guilty thrill of pleasure through Chelsea and that thrill escalated rapidly when her mother-in-law leaned forward to apply her mouth to Chelsea’s delicate young quim.

So it was with nervous excitement that Chelsea sat in Mary’s car two days later for the twenty-minute drive out of town to Regina Crawford’s farm. It was Regina’s turn to host the committee meeting.

“Farm” wasn’t really the word for this sprawling sheep and cattle station. The Crawfords were old money by Australian standards and had lived for five generations in an imposing sandstone pile that sat complacently amid their vast paddocks. Regina’s husband, Roland, was also the local member of the federal parliament so spent very little time on the property these days, leaving the management to his capable, imperious wife.

Regina welcomed Mary and Chelsea at the impressive front door, dressed in an elegant white sheath dress, white shoes and her trademark single strand of pearls. She kissed Mary’s cheek then cast a disconcertingly predatory eye over Chelsea. The hunger in her gaze as it swept over the petite young woman made Chelsea’s pulse race and she felt immediately intimidated before the tall, silver-haired, patrician woman.

“Chelsea my dear! Welcome,” she cooed and moved in for a close hug. Chelsea felt the soft give of Regina’s small breasts against her own and realised with a shock that the elderly woman was not wearing a bra under her dress. Then, as they followed Regina through an almost baronial front hall, Chelsea could detect no panty-line under bursa escort the dress either, and she felt a rush of excitement that tickled her nipples.

Under Mary’s keen instruction Chelsea had dressed for this meeting in a simple short-sleeved pale blue blouse, a short navy blue skirt that showed off her slender legs, and white strappy sandals. Underneath she wore a skimpy bra and panties in white lace — specially procured by Mary. She wore no make up – Mary had been emphatic on that point. Mary said Chelsea’s “unadorned beauty” should be allowed to shine through.

They discovered the rest of the committee seated around a small circular table in an impressive drawing room. Chelsea new Janet, of course, and she blushed a deep red when the mature brunette rose to greet her with a brief but tight hug. The other women, Deidre and Chloe, she knew casually from church but they also greeted the young minister’s wife with a friendly smile and hug.

Chelsea was directed to a chair beside Janet, while Mary, as a non-member, chose a discrete armchair nearby.

“We’ve already dispensed with the preliminaries,” explained Regina as she resumed her seat on the other side of Chelsea. “We didn’t want to bore you to death on your first meeting — so there’s only the general business to go…. Janet?”

“Thanks Regina,” said Janet taking charge as the chairwoman. Though Janet was the official leader of this committee, Chelsea sensed that it was the commanding Regina who ultimately dominated.

As they continued with their meeting Chelsea couldn’t help but be impressed by the efficiency and dedication the woman were showing to the business of supporting the church. And as the proceedings wound on she took an opportunity to inspect her co-members. She was already excited, if intimidated, by the aristocratic beauty of her host, who must, Chelsea speculated, be at least 65 years old. Regina’s gold jewellery at her wrists and fingers was restrained and elegantly expensive.

She turned her attention to Deidre. This woman, whom she knew was married to a local solicitor, was about 40 with shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair and startling blue eyes. Her pretty face was pale with the merest blush of pink lipstick. She too was dressed elegantly, in a long satin shirt, with several buttons undone and cinched at the waist by a wide leather belt. Chelsea’s eyes were drawn to the pale skin of Deidre’s chest, with its hint of modest cleavage and tracery of faint blue veins beneath the pearly flesh. Her beauty aroused Chelsea and she was embarrassed when she looked up to find those ice-blue eyes appraising her at the same time.

Chelsea blushed and looked away, her gaze falling this time on Chloe — a part-time pre-school teacher and the wife of a local farmer. She too was beautiful, but in a much more earthy way. Her bright floral dress hugged her generous curves and displayed a provocative amount of breast flesh. She must have been at least a double-D cup Chelsea speculated, and she found herself wanting to push her face between those creamy mounds. Chloe’s hips were generous too, and despite her wavy blonde hair and skilfully applied make-up, Chelsea couldn’t help thinking of Chloe as the “earth mother” of the group. She appeared to be the youngest of the group — though still a good ten years older than Chelsea.

By now, of course, Chelsea guessed there was much more to this group’s activities than simple church business — and the idea that they might all enjoy the kinds of lewd behaviour she had experienced with Mary and Janet made Chelsea’s nipples swell and the dampness gather between her compressed pussy lips. Inside she was scared this wider exposure would make her sinful desires more commonly known — yet she was also intensely aroused by a sudden desire to become the play-thing of these older, experienced women. And, as she wilted under the open and intensifying scrutiny of the group around the table, she became more certain that she had indeed been brought here as a sacrificial offering.

These thoughts left her shaking inside and when the meeting abruptly ended, and she was handed a tall flute of champagne to toast her “admission” to the committee, she knew she wouldn’t have the will to resist any depravity these women might intend.

Regina shepherded them into an adjoining sunroom with a cane lounge suite, and Chelsea was glad when Mary sat beside her and proffered a protective hand. Janet, Chloe and Deidre seated themselves on an identical lounge opposite. Mary leaned close to ask quietly whether Chelsea was feeling okay and followed the query with a soft kiss to her smooth cheek. Chelsea noticed the other women watching them and Mary’s kiss seemed to act as a tension breaker as they all immediately relaxed into more intimate contact. Janet placed a hand on Chloe’s knee and Deidre, sitting on the other side of Chloe, tucked her feet under her bottom and turned to face the voluptuous blonde, leaning forward to place a brief kiss on Chloe’s earlobe.

Regina had been standing between the couches watching, but now she slid gracefully escort bursa onto the vacant cushion beside Chelsea. She used a long elegant finger to smooth a lock of Chelsea’s hair behind her ear then reassured her gently: “I hope the closeness — the intimacy — of our little group doesn’t disturb you my dear?”

Chelsea was momentarily tongue-tied but Mary came to her rescue, smiling and reassuring Regina that Chelsea was merely a bit nervous but would be eager to participate in any group activities. Chelsea glanced nervously at Regina and smiled her concurrence with Mary’s view.

“Lovely then,” whispered Regina and, with a fingertip under Chelsea’s chin, she turned the beautiful young face for a soft but lingering kiss. Chelsea’s body responded immediately. The older woman’s lips were thin but soft and Chelsea loved the hint of champagne amid the taste of her lipstick. Regina broke the kiss and gestured with her chin across the room. Chelsea looked to the sofa opposite to see Janet and Chloe exchanging a passionate kiss while Deidre sat back in the corner of the lounge with one hand inside her split-fronted blouse, clearly caressing her own breasts. “Beautiful isn’t it?” whispered Regina again, nuzzling her nose against Chelsea’s ear. The response of the minister’s young wife was a low moan of arousal that made Regina and Mary chuckle together. “And today my darling,” continued Regina in her soft throaty voice. “We are going to make you our star guest. Is that okay?”

Regina’s words made Chelsea’s mind whirl. Oh why were they even giving her a choice? She just wanted them to take her. She wanted to cede control completely to these beautiful, older, vibrant women. Her young body was erotically charged almost to the point of explosion. She looked searchingly into Regina’s eyes and whispered in reply: “Oh yes — yes please!” The predatory gleam that ignited in Regina’s older, elegant face both scared and excited Chelsea.

Regina stood and with a commanding clap of her hands said: “Ladies, before we get too carried away we should remember this is really Chelsea’s day and we must … um … be sure to make her welcome. Come, I’ve prepared a special setting for us.” With that she turned and strode out of the sunroom, with the others rising and following in her wake.

They followed Regina’s slim hips and firm bottom up a wide staircase and along a portrait-lined gallery to her master bedroom. Chelsea gasped in wonder as she entered the room. It looked more like a royal chamber than a bedroom. The space was dominated by a massive four-poster bed with white linen drapes gathered at the corners. The bedclothes had been stripped down to just a snow-white sheet and a multitude of large, soft pillows. The cedar-panelled walls were covered with a variety of tasteful paintings — including a couple of portraits of Victorian matrons who gazed out of their frames with stiff disapproval.

But what made all the women murmur in delighted approval was the fact that the Georgian shutters had been closed over the tall windows, blocking out the daylight entirely — and the room was lit instead by the soft glow of dozens of candles. They lined the picture rails, the large chest of drawers and the antique dressing table — some of them scented — to give the room a subtle Asiatic aroma.

Regina smiled at their reactions and stepped behind Chelsea to hold her shoulders lightly and nuzzle her ear: “What do you think my dear? Are you really ready to join the auxiliary committee?”

Chelsea’s heart was hammering in her chest, shaking her small frame. “Ooooh,” she breathed in reply. “It’s so beautiful!”

“Then come,” whispered Mary and led her to the big bed. Chelsea went willingly, but was still aware of the intense scrutiny of the others, and again she felt like some kind of supplicant servant, even a slave, about be offered up for sacrifice.

Regina sat Chelsea on the side of the bed and knelt to remove her sandals, letting her fingers caress the sides and soles of Chelsea’s feet as she slipped them off. Then she guided the compliant 22 year-old into the middle of the bed and had her lie on her back with her shoulders and head supported on the pillows.

The other women had all gathered around the bed and were watching keenly. “Ladies!” Regina issued the one word command, and without further instruction the other four women kicked off their shoes and began to strip. Regina herself remained clothed, standing at the foot of the bed, smiling at Chelsea and watching her reactions. Chelsea looked about her in wide-eyed alarm as these older women shed their garments. She had obviously seen Mary and Janet naked, so she fixed her attention mostly on Deidre and Chloe. She soon saw that Deidre was braless when she slipped off her belt and satin shirt. Her breasts were high-set and firm, not much bigger than Chelsea’s own. Her fair skin was ghostly pale, her nipples small and almost transparent, but they were hard pebbles at the moment. And when she slipped off her skirt and panties in one sweep, Chelsea saw her small trimmed bush was the same bursa escort bayan light auburn shade as the hair of her head. By contrast, Chloe was well-rounded and voluptuous. Her dress hit the floor and she immediately freed her large breasts from their confining maternity bra. They hung full and firm against her rib cage, the areolae stretched wide, and the fat nipples beading immediately with drops of breast milk. She squirmed out of her panties to reveal a brown bush of hair that made no concession to trimming or waxing.

When all four were naked they climbed onto the bed to kneel, two on each side, of Chelsea’s slight, trembling frame. They all looked for permission to Regina, who paused, licked her lips elaborately and then gave a simple nod. Immediately, the four naked women began to remove Chelsea’s clothes. They unbuttoned her blouse and parted the two halves to reveal her lacy bra. Gentle fingertips traced lazy patterns over her shoulders and chest, her taught belly and her sides. Chelsea whimpered at their touch, her whole body buzzing in need of firmer treatment. It was Deidre who unsnapped the centre catch of Chelsea’s A-cup bra, sliding the cups aside to reveal the perfect twin peaks of her barely-there breasts. They raised her shoulders to completely remove her blouse and bra. Then between them, Mary and Janet eased Chelsea’s skirt off and, looked again to Regina whose steel-grey eyes were riveted on the junction of Chelsea’s thighs. She nodded once more and Janet and Mary slipped their fingers into the band of Chelsea’s panties and she instinctively lifted her bottom to let them slide the flimsy lace down her legs and off her feet.

Chelsea was now fully exposed to the appreciative eyes of the five older women and she was blushing madly at the wicked spectacle she must present to them. In fact what they saw delighted them, fulfilling everyone’s speculation about her tender young body, and piquing their excitement. The flickering candlelight played over Chelsea’s nude form. It shone in highlights in the short blonde hair that framed her beautiful elfin face. Her collarbones stood out in relief and her breasts lay small and firm on her chest, the tiny pink nipples and their puckered areolae begging for attention. Her rib cage was softly outlined by her clear satin skin and the plane of her tummy was firm and flat between the peaks of her hip bones. Her legs were smooth and toned and everyone focussed their gaze on the junction of her thighs and the pert folds of her cunt. Her mound was covered by sparse wisps of corn silk — which framed her petite labia and their promise of the velvet inner lips.

The tension in her body was obvious and their avid inspection did nothing to ease it. It was Regina who broke the enraptured silence.

“Ohhh,” she sighed. “Thank you Mary for this peerless gift. I think you’ll all agree ladies that darling Chelsea is a perfect addition to our committee and now you must all welcome her properly.”

With that the erotic tension was broken and the women stooped to begin worshipping their new sacrifice with their lips and fingers. At the head of the bed Mary dipped to kiss Chelsea with soft moist lips and a probing tongue. Within seconds Chelsea felt equally wet kisses on her nipples and she moaned into Mary’s mouth at the sexual thrill that coursed through her body igniting a passionate fire in her lower belly. It was Deidre and Chloe who were tasting her breasts and Chelsea’s own hands reached out to caress their bodies as well. Her hands found soft curves, firm breasts and hard straining nipples. She rolled and pinched those nubs, eliciting warm moans from the women suckling her own tiny tits. When she felt one of Janet’s long fingers gently caress her vaginal folds it was too much and her young body jerked with the first of what would turn out to be countless orgasms she would experience that morning.

At the foot of the bed, Regina watched all this with blazing eyes and a thin-lipped smile. She brought her hands up to squeeze her aged, slightly sagging tits through the thin material of her dress.

Mary had relinquished Chelsea’s lips allowing her daughter-in-law to look down at the other three women as they pleasured her. The mouths suckling her breasts became more insistent. Chloe and Deidre sucked hard on Chelsea’s nipples, each watching the other and imitating her motions. Chelsea squeaked when their teeth closed tighter on her sensitive buds. Janet meanwhile had used her fingers to spread Chelsea’s pussy lips and was now spreading her moistness up and over her clitoris. This made Chelsea’s stomach tighten and she moaned as she felt another orgasm gathering in the depths of her body. Janet used her other hand to begin a slow and deep fingering of the young woman’s sopping slit. The sensations began to overwhelm Chelsea as she watched Janet’s actions. Janet brought her almost to a peak then skilfully desisted, leaving Chelsea on a plateau of rampant desire. She whimpered and watched as Janet crawled onto the bed between her legs and bent to apply her mouth, instead of her fingers, to Chelsea’s streaming folds. The others also raised their heads to watch this first oral assault and hummed with pleasure when it took just one tentative flick of Janet’s tongue to send the beautiful young woman over the edge and into another shuddering climax.

As I strolled down the corridor in the dorm, I caught a glimpse of her walking to the girls’ shower room.

“How the hell can she take a shower with a candy sucker in her mouth?” I silently fumed.

Since the start of sophomore year, I had been butting heads with Ginny. Everything about her irritated me from her sunny disposition to the big “D” cup breasts that resided on her chest.

But, it was that damned always present lollipop that drove me bonkers. Thanks to Psych. 101, I was naively convinced that Ginny had an oral fixation. Visions of her blowing multiple guys streaked across my brain.

Strangely, Ginny never uttered an unkind word to me. Her friendly demeanor and positive attitude was unwavering towards me. I was the one with the unexplained chip on my shoulder.

It was a confusing time for me, the late 1960’s. Women’s publications of the day encouraged us to explore our sexuality and that’s exactly what was scaring the daylights out of me.

In my senior year of high school, I had an active social and dating life. But, in spite of the sexual freedom that was supposedly rampant, most of my girlfriends, including me graduated high school as virgins at the age of eighteen.

Unlike today’s teens, oral sex was reserved for that special someone in a long term relationship. Reciprocation via cunnilingus was hardly a novel idea and while guys were willing, most were uneducated on the technique.

However, a bewildering but growing sexual interest in my own gender had thrown me into a state of flux. In the girls’ locker room at the swim club, I found myself trying to innocently glance at the naked bodies of my friends as they changed or emerged from the shower.

My fascination and desire for intimacy with another girl unexpectedly blossomed at my cousin Maddy’s wedding the summer after high school graduation.

It was held at a swank country club and I was assigned a seat at the young adults table with guests from both sides of the wedding party. The grooms’ cousin Daphne was a dark haired beauty with a voluptuous body. For most of the reception I was intrigued by her and stole glances at her full figure. My body tingled and an odd feeling settled into my gut. On a trip to the ladies restroom, I discovered that my panties were damp.

My reaction unsettled me and I tried to be standoffish but Daphne’s friendliness and ability to engage me in conversation broke down my barriers.

We danced together, except the slow ones, and our participation in the “chicken dance” left us laughing uncontrollably and gasping for air. We exited thru a side door that bordered on an alleyway to catch our breath.

As our breathing returned to normal and the laughter subsided, Daphne regarded me with a smoldering expression. To my complete and utter surprise she leaned towards me and kissed me full on the lips.

Instead of pushing Daphne away and wiping my mouth in disgust, I pulled her against me and drove my tongue thru her sexy lips. Some unnamed emotion or need took control of me and we made out for a few minutes until we heard the door open.

A quick trip to the washroom to reapply make up and adjust clothing was necessary and we rejoined the reception without any questioning stares.

Although part of me was thoroughly unnerved by the experience, the other half craved a repeat. Sadly, the reception ended and Daphne hugged me goodbye with a cheerful expression.

Later that night as I lay in bed, that tingling feeling returned as I thought about Daphne. My reluctance to discuss such a sensitive matter was based solely on the fact I trusted no one to keep my sexual leanings a secret. My mother was the June Cleaver type and would probably have sent me to a convent. My only hope for salvation through a chaste and prayer filled life.

I tried to convince myself that my interest in boys’ was unchanged and the following weekend I gave my steady boyfriend Danny a humdinger of a hummer.

However, at some point I fantasized that it was Daphne and I was licking her in a forbidden spot. Just the thought of that taboo ritual, had my pussy creaming.

Instead, I was performing fellatio for the umpteenth time when my true feelings took hold of my conscious mind.

“Why am I always blowing him when he’s only touched me thru my panties” My brain screamed out loud.

When Danny shot his wad, I spit the offensive goop out of his car window with repugnance.

“Why the fuck did you do that Gail? He snorted at me.

“Because I’m tired of always giving you head and you won’t do the same to me.” I replied angrily.

“Guy’s don’t do that sort of thing.” He retorted sneeringly.

“Why?” I asked very loudly.

“Ah…because it’s…well smelly and…”

“Where did you get the stupid idea it smells? Your hillbilly buddies?” I asked with my anger building.

Danny hated me referring to his friends as “hillbillies” but I swear they were an addled brained bunch.

Danny hemmed and hawed but refused to even look between bursa escort my legs and I was fully clothed.

“Take me home now, you jerk.” I spat angrily.

“What is it Gail? Has all this feminist crap in the magazines gone to your head?” he said derisively.

I shot Danny an inflamed look of hate that stunned him. He quickly started the car and tried to placate me on the way home. But, I was silent and close to rage from his idiotic comments.

As Danny pulled up to the curb at my house, I jumped out of his car and walked hurriedly to the door. I heard his voice trailing after me.

“I’ll call you next week. Maybe we can go see a movie”

“Yeah! When pigs fly asshole!” I muttered under my breath.

The two remaining months before the start of freshman year at college were spent in a self imposed dating quarantine. I turned down all requests for dates. Most of my free time was devoted to reading anything I could get my hands on concerning same sex activities.

At that time, pertinent and reliable information was sketchy at best. Most of us thought of dykes’ as burly women with short haircuts, dressed in manly duds and leather jackets. I knew in my heart that I had no interest in cutting my hair, men’s clothing or leather attire of any kind.

There wasn’t the slightest chance anyone would mistake me for burly or brawny. I barely nudged the bathroom scale at one hundred pounds with a slender body and small “A” cup breasts.

About a week after graduation, I got an invitation to my cousin Maddy’s new home for a house warming and pool party. Secretly, I yearned to see Daphne and prayed that she was invited.

The day of the event, I was uncharacteristically ready long before my mom and dad. They stared at me in disbelief as I practically ran to the car.

Maddy and Stan’s home was a two story California style split level with a kidney shape pool. I nervously scanned the crowd and spotted Daphne in a small red two piece that barely hid her “assets”.

For awhile, I hovered in the background, too nervous to approach Daphne. My new bikini barely hid my smaller “assets” and I was approached by Stan’s hunky brother Wes.

In any other circumstance, I would have been flattered but my objective was Daphne. I listened attentively to Wes prattle on but his efforts to impress me fell on deaf ears.

After an appropriate amount of time I excused myself and searched for Daphne. She was reclining under a shade palm near the pool and waved as I approached. As I surveyed her sumptuous body, the odd tingling feeling returned.

None of this went unnoticed by Daphne and we talked informally for awhile. The tingling sensation was growing in intensity just from the nearness to her and I felt my cheeks flush with heat.

As tiny beads of sweat broke out on my forehead, the conversation took on a more serious tone.

“You ok sweetie? You look hot and sweaty.” Daphne said with a knowing look.

“Um, yeah.” I answered anxiously.

“Would you like to kiss me?” she inquired in a soft seductive tone of voice.

Her question made my insides boil with desire.

“Um, ah…yes.” I answered in a whisper and looked around with a worried expression.

Daphne’s demeanor was sexy and provocative.

“I live nearby. We can hop in my car and have a little private fun.” She said in dulcet tones.

The timbre of Daphne’s voice was hypnotic and I found myself agreeing with everything she said. I was following her like a mindless sheep when she reminded me to ask my folks’ permission. Once I secured their approval, we were streaking down the freeway in her convertible.

We stopped in front of a fenced and gated house, actually a small mansion. As Daphne drove round’ the back of the house my eyes bugged out at the sight. The pool, landscaping and view of the valley were breathtaking.

“Wow!” I gushed in admiration.

“Yeah, it’s not bad.” She intoned.

“Not bad? You must be rich.” I stated with awe.

“My folks’ are rich.” She corrected me.

As we swam in the pool, I hungrily eyed Daphne’s melons as they strained against the fabric of her top. She stood in the shallow end, untied the strings and the garment slid down her arms.

Daphne’s jugs jutted proudly from her chest.

“Their double ‘D’s.” She said in a matter of fact tone and hefted one in each hand as I swam up to inspect the mountains of flesh.

My hands replaced Daphne’s and I lifted them until the broad nipples were staring at me like a bulls’ eye. A small pebble protuberance occupied the center and I licked it with supreme tenderness.

My mouth barely fit around the circumference of Daphne’s nipple as I lathed it with need. A hot tingly feeling was pulsating in my creaming pussy.

“Oh…yeah…ooh.” She groaned as my mouth pulled yearningly at the sensitive tissue.

Daphne fell back against the side of the pool.

“Oh…Gail…it’s…ooh…mmm…” She couldn’t get the words out.

Sucking another escort bursa girls’ tits, especially Daphne’s twin peaks, was incredibly erotic. As I toiled away, my tongue rasping the swollen bump in the center, she removed my bikini top and palmed my sensitive nips.

Hot pulses shot into my pussy and I moaned into Daphne’s tit. A longing to taste her crevice reverberated in my core.

“Daphne, I want to lick you, please!” I begged in her ear.

“Ooh Sweetie!” She crowed.

With a “times a wastin” attitude, Daphne pulled me into the luxurious family room and stripped her bottoms down in one fast motion. I gawked at her hairy black bush as she threw a sofa pillow under her shapely backside.

Daphne gave me a sensuous come hither look, brought her knees up and opened her thighs for me. The shiny raven colored pubes were wet with her juices and split down the center by a shimmering pink slice.

I buried my face in her honey pot and licked and licked and licked. The flavor was strong with a sweet/sour edge that dramatically aroused my senses. I swallowed her tangy secretions and knew instantly that I was hooked.

“Hmm…oh yeah…ooh…oh sweetie, lick a little higher now.” She coached.

My tongue sailed up and down Daphne’s bucking slit, coming to rest on the hard nub at the top. There it was; the ultimate pleasure center, the grantor of orgasms. Light licks fluttered over the tumescent bulge and she soared, gasping for air.

Oh! Oh! Hmm…ooh…fuckin A great!” She yelled and arched her body.

I engulfed her saturated pussy and worked feverishly on her clit.

“OOH! It’s a big un sweetie!” She bellowed and her whole body erupted in motion.

“Ohhh!” She cried in one long wail and thrust her heaving gash on my mouth.

Little pulses of creamy girl cum streamed into my mouth and down my throat. Nothing approaching this magnitude ever occurred with a boy as I sat up smiling and dripping her juices.

After a brief respite, I pleaded with Daphne to teach me how and what I should do during sex with a woman. Although she was only two years older, I felt woefully naïve’ about same sex matters. She gazed at me with a faraway look.

“I was like you once…oh… about a year ago. I had just finished my freshman year of college and was looking forward to a relaxing summer by the pool.” She said in a reflective voice.

“My dad was managing an up and coming young starlet who was temporarily living with us. She would sit by the pool reading scripts or talking on the telephone for hours.

Usually she ignored me but when I swam in the pool or sun bathed, I noticed her stares, especially when I wore my bikini. In less than six months, my boobs had swelled to “D” cup size and I was curvier all over. My father referred to me as a young Marilyn Monroe.

Miss Young Starlet was very pretty with an attractive but skinny body. One afternoon, she wore a two piece that showed her slim figure and petite breasts. I enjoyed looking at her physique as she swam in the pool and afterwards when she hauled her dripping wet form onto the pool deck. A fuzzy kind of sensation seemed to spread from my belly to my crotch.

But, for every stare I lavished on her, she ogled me equally, especially my chest. Later that day, a telegram arrived for her and I raced to the guest suite. She opened the door without a stitch of clothes on and I stood gape jawed, my eyes fixed on her blonde bush.

Miss Starlet showed me things that afternoon that I never imagined in my wildest dreams. But, it was my imposing tits that fascinated her the most and she dwelled on them for a long time.

She played with my boobs adoringly but her sucking sent me into an entirely new dimension of pleasure. I can still see her mouth exerting its will, tugging at my nipples, tongue busily raking the center until my knees buckled.”

Daphne’s voice took on a dream like quality.

“When I fell back on the bed, unable to stand, Little Miss Starlet spread my thighs and went down on me. She wasn’t much older than me but she sure as shit knew how to eat a pussy. I think they heard me in Bakersfield as I yelped and hollered from the mind-boggling tongue lashing she gave me.

Starlet had an insatiable appetite for the ‘bearded clam’ and went down on me practically every day. But, I wanted her too. Her slim body was so different from mine.

I was crazy about Miss Starlet’s long stubby nipples and sucked them with pure delight. When my head descended to her sex, her heady aroma filled my nose and set my senses ablaze with lust. Like any novice, I was uncertain on how to proceed but Mother Nature took over and I licked with determination.

Starlets pink slice and blonde pubes were drenched with her fluids and I voraciously swallowed the tangy juice. She shrieked at me to lick her clit and I searched until I found a small protrusion at the top of her slit. I used quick flickering licks and light fluttery circles across the hypersensitive nub.

Starlet bursa escort bayan went wild and I held her cute little butt so tightly that it left light red finger marks in her white skin. She mashed her sopping wet pussy against my mouth and almost drowned me with her nectar. Her bellowing voice alerted me to her orgasm and I clamped my mouth over her heaving sex.

As Starlet’s orgasm slackened in intensity, I swallowed any left over juices and realized that a couple of her blonde pubes were stuck in my throat. It was a fitting memento of my first time going down on a girl.

Whenever I see a romantic movie she’s starring in, I can’t keep from laughing. During one of our many afternoon trysts, she admitted that she sexually preferred only women.”

Daphne let out a sigh and gazed at me with fondness.

“It was an unbelievable experience. Now, I doubt that I can teach you very much in an afternoon but I’ll try.” She said with confidence. With the afternoon sunlight glinting off the pool water and filtering thru the large windows, Daphne took me to dizzying heights of pleasure.

*

The meeting of the Residence Hall committee was called to order and I was sitting across from Ginny at one end of the rectangular table. The new curfew hour of 12 midnight for visitors (men in particular) was the topic of discussion.

When Ginny, with a lollipop wedged in her mouth, argued for the change, I argued against it solely to get her goat. Our heated debate lasted for over twenty minutes until the chairman declared a cease fire.

As another committee member was extolling the need for a change, I looked across the table at Ginny and scowled at her. But, she really angered me by winking at me with a smile on her candy coated lips.

After the meeting, I cornered her outside and called her the “C” word.

“Gee Gail, I guess you really do hate me.” she said resignedly and tears rimmed her eyes.

My combative attitude was strictly a one way street as Ginny, from the first time we met, tried her best to befriend me. This time I had gone too far and I regretted uttering that foul word to the very center of my being

All the negative feelings that I had about Ginny melted away. Her wink and smile was an attempt to soften the anger of an unfriendly foe. I had mistreated her for no good reason and the ever present candy sucker was a damned poor excuse to abuse her.

“Er…ah…I don’t hate you.” I replied in a soft sorry sounding voice.

“But, you don’t like me.” She said and a tear coursed down her face.

A stark feeling of shame reddened my cheeks and I was on the verge of tears myself. Nervously, I took Ginny’s hands in mine.

“I’m sorry Ginny, I really am. I’ve been acting like a real shit.” I stated with utter honesty.

Ginny lowered her head as tears tumbled down her face.

“Was it something I did or said that upset you; that made you so angry with me.” She said in a sorrowful voice.

“No. I…ah…can’t explain it but I’m sorry.” I stated with sincerity.

Ginny had always treated me with kindness, especially when I was mean to her. My heart ached with remorse as I embraced her and tears cascaded down my face.

“Gail, you’re crying!” She exclaimed with astonishment.

I bawled with absolute remorse on Ginny’s shoulder.

“Please forgive me.” I kept repeating in a mournful voice.

Ginny held me tight and tried to soothe me.

“It’s ok Gail. I forgive you. Shh…don’t cry.” She spoke in a gentle tone and lightly rubbed my back.

Ginny guided me to her room as I sniffled and shed more tears. As I sat on her bed with her arm around me, I gradually regained my composure.

‘You ok now?” She asked with extraordinary warmth and dabbed tissues at the corners my puffy eyes.

My face still wore a blanket of shame but I nodded my head yes. Then I noticed that the lollipop was missing.

“Where’s your sucker?” I asked with quiet curiosity.

“I wrapped it for later. When I study or attend classes, it helps me to concentrate.” She answered.

A light bulb seemed to go on in Ginny’s head as her expression changed to one of realization.

“Gail? Was it the lollipop that upset you?” She asked in spite of the fact she already intuited the truth.

All I could do was nod my head in the affirmative. God, I felt like trailer trash, I wanted to bolt from the room and hide under my bed. New tears of embarrassment traveled south over my already stained cheeks.

“Funny, but I liked you from the very beginning.” She said in a cheery way.

Ginny’s revelation tore at my heart and made my disgraceful behavior towards her seem all the more degrading. I put my arms around her neck and sobbed.

“Gail, do you feel this badly because of the way you treated me?” She questioned with genuine interest. I’m sure my display of raw emotion was puzzling to her.

“Yes, I feel awful. No…worse than awful. But, don’t you hate me?” I asked in an emotion filled halting tone of voice.

Ginny was holding me in a gentle almost maternal way. I could barely look at her and lowered my teary eyed gaze.

“No way! I figured one day you’d come to your senses. It was just a matter of time.” She said with graceful assurance.