Tiffany was getting dressed, she was still in a post-coital daze from her welcome. Paige had redressed, she looked just like a proper schoolgirl clad in her uniform. Paige came back to the desk and smiled at Tiffany.

“Ms. Jones, let me write out a day-by-day summary of what is expected to occur. I think it will help class move along much more smoothly. And, we never like to use the last name, it’s so stiff and formal. What’s your first name?”

“Tiffany, or Tiff if you like.”

“Tiffany, Ummm, nice, I like it.”

Tiffany sat down in her recliner, as Paige wrote out the summary. Tiffany’s body was still feeling pleasant tingles, she’d needed more than masturbation, and had she ever gotten what she needed.

Paige brought over the sheet, and said, “Here you go Tiffany, just follow this, and we’ll all have a great class. See you tomorrow Tiff.”

With a smile and a wave of her hand, Paige was gone. Tiffany read the sheet and than read it again. Oh indeed, the class was going to become very interesting. She tucked the sheet away in her desk, tidied up, and left, thinking about tomorrow, and the dawning realization that she was looking forward to it.

On her way home, she stopped off and did a bit of shopping, for special school supplies she would need for her teaching duties.

The next morning, Tiffany was back in class at 7:30, getting set for Day 2. Just before the first bell rang, Tiffany stripped naked, knowing what was expected of her. As her students arrived, she got approving looks from her students, they took their assigned desks, and soon, they were just as nude as she was.

Now that she knew what was expected, she walked slowly down the rows, she employed one of the points Paige had put down. She reached out, and softly cupped the bare pussies, enjoying the soft coos of pleasure as she gently closed her hand around the warm labial region, giving them a gentle caress and warm smiles as she did so.

When her inspection was done, she went back to the head of the class. The first period today was for reading and studying, and she had noted what was expected of her, and she was looking forward to it. She took her recliner, and brought her heels up, planting them firmly on the seat part of her recliner, and spread her thighs wide, feeling her pussy lips spread open just a bit, the display visible through the open front of her desk.

Deanna Wilson, a very pretty 18-year-old with blue eyes, honey-blonde hair, perky boobs, and stiff nipples, came up to the front of the desk. It was pleasure the teacher time, when her students were able to come and lick her during the reading/study period. She smiled at Tiffany, and dropped down, crawling through the front of the desk, and positioning her mouth inches away from Tiffany’s quickly creaming pussy.

“Ummm, you smell delicious Tiffany, I’m going to make you cum all over my face!”

Tiffany watched through lust-glazed eyes as Deanna lowered her mouth, then the sizzle of pleasure as she felt soft gentle kisses and licks along her creamy lips, god, that felt so good. She felt fingers gently spreading her open, and watched as Deanna moved in, and let out a growl of pleasure as she felt a hot, agile tongue slip expertly between her lips, and start to swab at the creamy slick walls, Tiffany felt sizzling pleasure surging through her body.

It was obvious that Deanna was no pussy licking novice, just like Paige, her tongue was agile, practiced, and she really knew her way around a girl’s spread thighs. Tiffany’s moans and soft cries of pleasure filled the room. She looked up, and saw the eager gazes of her students watching. The idea that she was being watched like a sizzling little bitch in heat really ramped up her lust.

Cradling Deanna’s head against her pussy, Tiffany purred, “Ummm oh yes baby, you lick my cunt so well!”

Deanna was charged up by her teacher’s encouragement, she went at Tiffany’s wet pink hole eagerly, the hot, wet tongue plunging deep into the soupy wetness, scooping up a flow of juices, then bringing her tongue back to spread her wetness all over the outside of her opening, and flicking at her tingling clit. Tiffany looked down and saw the blonde head of hair bobbing between her thighs, eagerly feasting on her creaming juices. The sight was wildly erotic, and her moans became tokat escort louder as she was being brought toward the brink of orgasm, closer and closer.

Tiffany growled, “Oh my god, so good, so fucking good, keep licking me Deanna, you’re so good, make me cum!”

Deanna smiled as she heard their newest teacher ready to explode. She felt Tiffany’s hands cradling her head, stroking her blonde hair, and she went at Tiffany hungrily, licking wildly at the gleaming flesh and twitching clit, pumping two fingers in and out, bringing her right to the very edge.

Tiffany heard Paige chanting, “Cum Tiffany, cum real hard, cum all over Deanna’s sexy face!” and as Deanna’s lips closed around her throbbing clit, sucking hard at her orgasm trigger, she tumbled, raw shrieks of pleasure bolted out of her mouth as ripples of orgasm gripped the plunging fingers in her soupy wetness, bringing a rich rush of juices. Deanna felt the juices flowing out, she pulled her fingers out and pressed tight against Tiffany’s pouring center, eager to get her face covered with the teacher’s hot cum.

Tiffany was riding that glorious wave, enveloped by her massive orgasm, the pleasure as a mad rush of sensation, her pussy spasming over and over with orgasm, Deanna kept licking at her until the last final spasm of orgasm was spent.

When Deanna stood up, her face was soaked, she grinned and said, “Thank you, Tiffany, your juices taste so good, and you really gave me a great facial!”

She turned to the class, displaying how wet her face was, and approving sounds filled the room as everyone saw how juicy their new teacher was.

Tiffany saw another student step forward, Amber Daniels, she had huge tits with very puffy nipples, a curvy, hourglass figure, and a smile of sheer lust.

“Umm, I love licking the teacher time,” Amber cooed.

Tiffany growled with lust, as another cute teen face was between her legs, eagerly licking the lips, stuffing her tongue in as far as she could, then sucking on the juices Tiffany was churning out. It took just a few minutes before Tiffany was grunting and moaning, feeling the building of a second orgasm, when she felt two fingers drive up inside her, then turn around and corkscrew against her G spot. Paige’s voice was again urging her to cum real hard and she immediately did so, her pussy exploded, squirting wildly against Amber’s sexy face, giving her a full-on facial of hot teacher cum.

Before the period was over, Bethany Bell, Roberta Lincoln, and Eve Anderson had joined in the fun, five of her students had licked her to toe curling orgasms, a mad rush of horny teen girls had made her cum like a train, squirting her juices like a fountain, damn, these Woodhaven school girls sure knew what the hell they were doing.

After classes were over for the day, she asked Paige to stay behind for a few minutes. This was the time known as ”one on one”, where teacher and student could get together after class, for whatever came to mind.

“Paige, I noticed how expertly I have been licked, do you and the girls practice with each other?”

“Oh, indeed we do Tiffany. We get together at least once a week and get into an all-out orgy. Being a part of a 25-girl daisy chain is so good, god, it makes me wet just thinking about it. We have to keep our pussy licking skills sharp, so our teachers can get the best licking of their lives. We always have room for another to join our party, you know, maybe a curious teacher.”

Tiffany felt the tingles of lust starting up she visualized herself as part of that daisy chain, getting licked while she licked the hot teen cunt of one of her students, the endless combinations, oh fuck, she was red hot again, her pussy dripping with her rebuilt lust. Tiffany knew that during the one-on-one, she was allowed whatever latitude she wished, and she ordered, “Paige, get your sexy ass up to the front, lean over my desk, and spread your legs!”

Paige eagerly did so, her eyes gleaming with lust drive hunger, and she was in a perfect position. Tiffany picked up the “school supply” she had bought yesterday and stepped into the harness of her pink 9-inch dildo. This harness had a 6-inch dildo that curved inwards, and a stubby black butt plug for the wearer’s pleasure. She pulled it up her legs, trembling yozgat escort with anticipation, she’d never had anything except a tongue around her ass, but she was eager to try it out. She applied some lube to the plug, her pussy was throbbing and wet, and she angled the dildo, and ohhhh that felt so good, as she felt it slide easily into her churning heat.

Paige purred, “Let me help you, Tiff. Grab your cheeks and pull those sexy moons apart. “

She raised up and went behind Tiffany. Tiffany grabbed her ass, pulling her cheeks apart so her tight puckered asshole could be plugged. She felt Paige’s soft hands stroking her cheeks, the butt plug being guided on its path, then the nudge of it against her tight pucker.

Paige cooed, “Ready for it Tiff?”

Tiffany nodded, and Paige pushed on the back of the harness. Tiff felt the resistance, then the lubed-up plug started to slide forward, Ummm, oh god, it felt so different, she let out a low moan, and the stretch of the flare parting her asshole was an exercise in sheer eroticism.

Paige purred huskily, “Open your ass to it, let it slide.”

Tiffany growled, “God, it feels incredible!” as she felt the flare slip in, the resistance vanished and the acceptance, Mmmmm, the rush of the stem sliding in, and it was buried to the base, her ass locking around the stem.

Paige buckled the harness in back, and returned to her position, leaning over Tiffany’s desk, legs spread wide, looking back with a sexy ‘come-hither’ look.

Tiffany felt the dildo and the butt plug rub against each other through the membrane separating them, holy fuck that felt so damn good. She saw Paige bent over her desk, ass cocked up, her pink opening, wet and gleaming, framed by the neatly trimmed muff of red pubic hair, and she recalled another point. Lick the student, make her explode, then fuck her hard to another explosive orgasm. Accordingly, she was quickly on her knees and smelled the essence of Paige in heat, bringing a needy rush of lust.

Paige purred, “Ummm, I love after school one on one, teach me, Tiff, teach me how well you can lick my pussy.”

Tiff, being a novice to licking a hot pussy, hoped she wouldn’t be too much of an amateur, as started to kiss along the pink, slick lips, bringing mmmmms of pleasure from Paige. Encouraged, her tongue came out, and she started delicate licks along the pink seam, she had a little taste of the juices, and she wanted more. She brought her fingers up, gently parting Paige’s lips, and slid her tongue inside as deep as possible, letting her tongue wriggle around the smooth tunnel of Paige’s fuck-hole.

“Mmmm, oh yes, feels so good, keep licking me Tiff, I adore being eaten.”

Tiffany felt a huge rush of fresh juices cover her tongue, she got a full-on taste of Paige’s musky sap. The spicy, musky taste made her hunger for more. Tiffany pulled Paige’s pussy against her face, and she ate her student ravenously, her tongue dipping deep into Paige’s fiery center, licking her as her intoxicating juices churned, flooding Tiffany’s mouth. The juices were overflowing, Tiffany felt a rush as she remembered what a former boyfriend had done to her, and she wanted to do it to Paige.

She scooped up the juices with her tongue, and brought her head up, and spread the juices all over Paige’s asshole, making her pretty pink butthole glisten, and letting her tongue lick eagerly at the tight, twitchy rim.

Paige let out a loud moan, and grunted, “Oh fuck, fuck that feels so fucking good!”

She let her tongue probe that tight pucker, feeling a slight give, and she slid her forefinger into the gushing heat, swirling it around, getting the finger slicked up. Tiffany had her backpack next to her, and she reached in and brought out another school supply that she had bought.

Paige felt a push, then oh holy fuck, she felt a plug breaching her asshole, the big flare stretched her open, then with a final push, she grunted as it drove into the base, her ass locking around it.

Tiffany had a feeling that this item, though not on her list, would be well received. It was a newly designed plug, made of stainless steel, with a base that had a jeweled insert. The blue sapphire color glittered as Tiffany looked at it with approval, lowering down to the rush of pussy zonguldak escort juices. Paige’s clit was fiery red, bulging, and throbbing, Tiff locked her mouth around Paige’s clit, sucking and licking wildly, eager to make her explode.

“Fuck me, suck my clit, holy fuck, yes, FUUUCCCKKK!”

Paige’s voice rose up to a shriek, and her pussy exploded, pushing a huge wash of juices all over Tiffany’s face as she rode her crest.

Tiffany was on fire, she stood up and took a picture of the plug with her smartphone. She wanted the moment immortalized. Every one of her students would get a filling stretch between the cheeks, she would buy a jeweled butt plug for every student, take a picture of the moment, and she would email the picture to them, with the jeweled plug in place, for their own enjoyment. And for that matter, for her own enjoyment to see when she masturbated.

She quickly nudged the head of her dildo against Paige’s dripping heat and drove in with a fierce thrust.

Paige let out a loud squeal as she was impaled, she felt herself being stuffed full to the brim. She let out a loud cry of pleasure as the dildo was buried to the hilt in her wide-stretched snatch. The sensation of being spread open made her lust burn hotter.

“Ooohhh, God… Oh, my God!!” Paige moaned, as Tiffany grabbed her hips and began to fuck her rapidly. Tiffany was feeling rushes of hot sizzles through her body, the pumping of her hips made her attachments work on her. The rubbing of her dildo and butt plug against each other as she power shafted her lust-crazed student was beyond anything she’d felt, fuck it was amazing.

Paige was in another world, the feeling of her dildo fuck rubbing against the flare of her butt plug was beyond compare. Holy fuck, she’d never felt anything so totally erotic, god it felt amazing. Her eyes were wide, staring ahead without really seeing, as her teacher gave her the best dildo fuck she’d ever had. The sensations were nothing short of spectacular, Tiffany’s dildo plunging wetly between her open thighs, her body keeping the butt plug jammed up her ass, and Paige began to wiggle her hips backward, eager for each sizzling plunge.

Tiffany had become as lust-crazed as Paige, furiously, she smacked her pelvis against Paige’s supple ass cheeks, driven on by Paige’s loud cries of pleasure, oh fuck, she was reaching her peak, damn, oh fuck, she was gonna explode.

Tiffany cried out, “Gonna cum, gonna cum so hard, FFUUCCCKKK!”

Orgasm rammed into her like a speeding truck, her pumping buttocks beginning to contract convulsively, squeezing at her butt plug, adding to the explosion between her thighs. She stared at Paige’s body, looking down to where they were bonded by the dildo, the arousing sight made a second orgasm grab her, a third right behind it, dimly, she heard Paige’s howl of orgasm join in, her body shaking, the juicy wet squelch of teen girl cum being squeezed out by the plunging of her dildo. The room was filled with cries of orgasmic pleasure as teacher and student rode the crest of a very enjoyable one-on-one session.

After a while, Tiffany led the way, with all the juicy mess, they were soon in the locker room, under a spray of water. They soaped each other’s bodies tenderly, sated for now, just enjoying the touch of soft hands on their bodies. They dried each other off, and Paige’s eyes had a bright shine for Tiffany.

Tiffany saw Paige step up to her, and gently pull her head forward, and she parted her lips in anticipation. She saw Paige lick her lips, the press of soft, warm, wet lips against hers. Tiffany moaned, deep in her throat, and they descended into a vortex of tongue-filled swirls of passion, each of them kissing back with as much ardor as they could.

Tiffany felt Paige’s hand cup her sex, and she quickly slid her hand down, caressing Paige’s mound, fingers began to move, as they stroked each other. They broke the kiss, staring into each other’s eyes as their fingers began a frantic dance between each other’s thighs, Tiffany started to gasp as Paige started to rub at her straining clit, while Paige was moaning as Tiffany teased her orgasm trigger.

Paige grunted, “Let’s cum baby, let’s cum together!”

Tiffany felt the wave, her hips started to buck and thrust, she let out a wordless cry of pleasure, and she heard Paige growl “Cumming, oh fuck YES!”, and her cry of pleasure joined in as they climaxed together, bodies shaking and writhing together in orgasmic ecstasy.

When they were dressed, Paige stroked Tiffany’s cheek and cooed, “Umm, I love our teacher Tiffany. See you tomorrow Tiff.”

Author’s note: Thanks to Kenji Sato again for a great edit. I know some of you have been looking forward to Annabelle’s Saturday afternoon with Lenny, set up in Chapter 1. So you have to wait for only one more chapter! In this one, Annabelle reminds herself how good female loving is!

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Annabelle 06

Like yesterday morning, I surfaced from sleep, dreaming someone was eating me out. And like yesterday, the black-haired head of my husband, Nick, bobbing around between my open thighs showed me it was real, and not imagined, “Good morning, lover,” I said, still only half-awake, as I tousled his hair.

“Same to you, sweetheart,” he smiled up at me, before returning to his work.

Although he had not eaten me out for several years until yesterday, he had had loads of practise, in our sexy times. For a bloke, he was very, very good. Hard to think of anyone better. He had learned early on, the thing that women knew instinctively–you have to take your time with eating a pussy. And you have to be especially delicate and sensitive, when working on the clit.

Almost never, go straight for it. There are lots of other parts to concentrate on first. Toes, feet, and thighs are lovely before you get anywhere near the prize. And when you do, the advantage of a hairy clam is that you can spend lots of time sucking, licking, and nuzzling hair. And burrowing through a really thick bush to get to the lips, is as arousing as when you finally get to the lips. Then again, you tease, you flicker, you caress. Just breathing on the lips is gorgeous. Bring your fingers in to play, too; stroke and caress before you go inside. And all the time, listen and watch how your partner is reacting; let her body show you the way–sometimes, she might want you to go straight for it, but let her show you.

Most of the time, she will want it slow, so by the time you tentatively make your first lick, she will be ready. Of course, every woman show this in different ways. Some could power an engine with the movement of their hips, or set off a noise detector three miles away. Others you would hardly know anything is happening, and every type in between.

And then, when you are on the lips–which is where Nick still was–that’s where you really have some fun. Forget all this porno stuff, about sticking your tongue deep inside the vagina. Almost no one has a tongue long enough to do that. The pleasure is from what your tongue and fingers can do to the outer and inner lips.

And then finally, the ultimate prize. Gently, gently does it with tongue, lips and teeth, and fingers before again she tells you what she wants.

“Oh yes, Nick, suck my clit hard!” was my order at that point. He had gotten me to such a pitch, I just wanted to to cum like fuck. My legs were spread wide and up in the air, and I was pummelling my tits. When he bit down, I sprayed him very wet and hard.

“Was that okay?” he asked, a bit sheepishly, but also with a ‘I knew I was good’ smile–just like he used to have before.

“No, that was fucking boring,” I said, feigning a look of indifference, before breaking into a huge smile. “Now, fuck my brains out.”

He was on me in a second, but as his head entered me, I flinched and groaned.

“Oh shit, no. Please come out.”

He was out straight away, with a worried look on his face.

“Sorry, darling, I’m too sore. Nothing for three months and then fourteen times in two days–too much. I’m really sorry!” I pulled him down on top of me, and gave him a huge hug, and a kiss with lots of tongue.

“I’m not surprised, to be honest,” he said gently. “We have rather taken advantage of that gorgeous hairy box of yours.”

“Should be all right in a couple of days,” I reassured him. “And that doesn’t stop me loving you,”I grinned, running my finger up his rock-hard, throbbing shaft. Ten minutes later, he filled my mouth and tummy with lots of warm spunk.

Although I wasn’t going to fuck today, I still went commando. I just loved feeling air on my almost-always-now-hot and wet fanny. When I got to school, Mr. Green cut me dead, which was fine by me. Before assembly, I sent a text to Lenny. He had given me his number on Monday, so we could sort out Saturday. The message said: ‘no sex please for the next couple of days I’m too sore. come round to my place Saturday at 2.00.’

Bless him the message back was nothing heavy: ‘sorry if I’ve helped make you sore. looking forward to seeing you Saturday.’

Me, being me though, not being able to have something long and hard inside me was no barrier to having sexy thoughts. As I mentioned in Chapter 1, I was no stranger to woman-on-woman, and a bit of gentle pussy loving from a real expert, I reckoned, was definitely going to help ease my itch until Saturday.

And such loving was right on tap. Five years ago, when Nick and I were definitely into the almost-non-existent sex routine, I had gone out with Jenny, one of the other teachers. Everyone knew Jenny was a dyke, and I had once or twice seen her checking me ordu escort out. She was only twenty-six and had mentioned to me once, she liked older women.

Anyway, that night out, we got pretty pissed and ended up back at her place. If I’m honest, the alcohol had taken my inhibitions and worries away. I hadn’t cheated with a man by that stage, and I had this weird logic, that being fucked by a woman was not cheating. So when Jenny met me coming out of her loo with a predatory look on her face, I didn’t resist. It was only three steps to her bedroom and three more steps to her bed.

She may only have been twenty-six, but she had learnt a fuck of a lot. I lost count of the number of times I came, even just in the two hours I was there. And not once, did she let me eat her. She totally focused on me, eating and fucking me into a delirious happiness.

She knew I was married, and knew I would regret it in the morning. I did, and didn’t speak to her for a couple of weeks. It was her who broke the ice, by sending me a picture of my pussy taken when I hadn’t realised it. My first reaction was anger, but then I just smiled, and looked over at her. We were both in the staff room when she sent it.

I texted back: ‘I didn’t say thank you. Thank you for one hell of a lovely night’

‘my pleasure!” was texted back, then another: ‘any time’

We did go out for another drink a while later. No sex that night. We just talked about my life and hers. I had always found her pretty grounded and self-aware, and that certainly became clearer, as we talked. She had been treated like shit by her family when she came out; including lots of mental and verbal abuse from all of her family members, and some actual physical abuse from her brothers. Her family were all connected to some extreme-fundamentalist Christian group and the worst had been her being physically dragged to a church service, abused by the congregation and then going through an ‘exorcism’ to get the evil of being gay out of her.

Needless to say, she had and would never have anything to do with them ever again. This all happened when she was eighteen. She had been rescued by a neighbour, who she had literally bumped into one day. The neighbour got her out of the home, and had her stay with a friend in a different part of town. She then effectively became her mother and had supported her from then.

Although this had all happened only eight years ago, it had left few scars, apparently. Instead, it had grown her up damn quickly, but the love and support she had received from Karen, the neighbour, had shown her there was love around and she had not become bitter.

What she had also realised, was that there were a lot of repressed older women around who wanted, when you offered them, a bit of love and attention they were desperate for. For lots of women, it wasn’t young cock they wanted, but young pussy. “They wanted sex but with the femininity that brought softness and tenderness their own relationships lacked.”

That didn’t mean many of them didn’t feel very guilty and upset about straying; so about half didn’t give back. “That was fine,” Jenny said, as she loved eating old hairy muff. Then, she grinned the most dirty grin. “Karen also seduced me, the first time I stayed at her place and I got hooked on old, hairy pussy.”

Karen had passed away a year ago, leaving her house and some money to Jenny. So she had spent the last year getting as much old hairy fanny as she could. And there were enough who reciprocated, that she, herself, got all the cums she wanted.

I went home that night, thoroughly resolved not to get too down about my own situation. Other people had a lot more in their life to deal with. I also had a huge respect and admiration for Jenny. I also, as I strummed my clit that night, knew I wanted sex with her again, and this time I would show her some love.

So when I saw her in the staff room that morning I sent her a text. It was the picture of my pussy she had sent me. I had kept it. The message with it, read: ‘Kitty needs some attention.’

My phone buzzed a minute later: ‘When and where? No beating around the bush–sorry for the pun!’

‘Friday night. Come over to me and stay over.’

She sent back: ‘No hubby?’

‘All good there. He’ll just be out.’

The message came back: ‘What do I bring?’

I sent: ‘Just your cunt for me to dine out on.’ The response was a smiley face!

On the way home later, I realised that Nick did not know about me and women. I also guessed he knew nothing of all my other lovers in the last seven years. (I know I had said in Chapter 1, I hadn’t thought of straying–sorry, but that was a bit of a fib!)

I knew I would eventually tell him everything. This one had to come first, and I wondered how he would take me having it off with a woman.

He knew I had bi-tendencies, as I had very much enjoyed the sex with the women we had met when we swung for a little while. And I had admitted to meeting one or two of them osmaniye escort on their own for a fuck outside of swinging.

I shouldn’t have worried. To be fair, I chose my moment. I was two minutes into a slow, exquisite hand job, when I dropped it in as casually as I could, asking whether he could be out Friday night, as I was inviting someone to stay over.

His cock twitched, so he knew it was sexual. “Who?” he asked. “Not Lenny?”

“No, that’s Saturday. And I want you to be there by the way, and join in.”

“If Lenny is okay with that, I’m game,” he said.

“So who is Friday night?”

I took a deep breath. “Jenny from school. We had a one-night stand about seven years ago.”

“When I stopped showing interest,” he said, quietly.

“Leave it please, sweetheart,” I said, giving his cock an especially soft caress, which brought a moan. “It happened because it happened. We’ve moved on now, so no looking back.”

There was no conversation for the next five minutes, as my mouth was fully occupied. Once he’d given me more to eat, he asked if there were others. I admitted yes and said I would tell him all, at some point. He seemed happy after that. To confirm it, he licked me to an especially nice, screaming cum.

By the following night, I knew I was okay enough to fuck, but I asked Nick if we could leave it so there would be no risk of being sore again, when Jenny used her strap-on on me. He smiled at that thought, and fingered me to a quick cum before we got up.

So Friday afternoon came around, I had confirmed with Lenny we would meet at my house on Saturday; Nick had gone and treated himself to a night in Cheltenham at our favourite two-star Michelin restaurant. So there I was, ready and very much willing.

Jenny and I had agreed to eat food before we met. So the doorbell rang on the dot of eight.

When I opened the door, I let out a whistle–Jenny scrubbed up really well. She wasn’t a natural beauty. Like me, she had a few extra pounds and no classic features. But she had a gentle round face, and a bit of makeup really accentuated her soft features. The blouse she wore was as transparent, as much as decency allowed, and tight enough so her already-hard nipples were very prominent. They were encased in a red satin bra. Her leggings were also of a satiny-type material.

“I would have worn a skirt,” she said, as she came into my arms. “But all my nice ones are tight, and you would have had problems getting your hand up it.”

I didn’t answer. Neither of us spoke for minutes, as we devoured each other’s mouth and face. We were breathing hard, when I finally led her by the hand into the living room.

I had made an effort with the soft light and scented candles.

“You’ve gone for silk, too,” she said, as she ran her hand down over my silk robe, on top my right tit, which she cupped. “Anything underneath?” she asked, quietly.

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” I smiled, batting her hand away from the tie.

She pouted in disappointment, but accepted the glass of champagne I offered her, with a surprised smile.

“Only the best,” I said, and clinked glasses. “Here’s to an okay night.”

She returned my down-spin, “It could have some moments of interest, I suppose.”

For the next half hour, we sat drinking champagne and chatting about school and ourselves. Jenny still had no one steady. She confided to me that she had fucked the head teacher of a local primary school last night, but wouldn’t tell me who.

The bottle was almost gone so I asked, “Another bottle, or is there something else we could do?”

“Any suggestions?” Jenny said coolly.

“I could feast on your cunt, until you shoot cum all over me.”

“Takes a lot to do that,” she giggled, a tiny bit pissed.

“I’ve had a bit of practise.” As I spoke, I took hold of her hands and lifted her to her feet. She didn’t protest, nor when I kissed her long and hard, shoving my tongue as far down as I could.

We walked hand in hand up the stairs to my bedroom. I let her go first, then closed the door and just stood looking at her. She was beside the bed looking unbelievably nervous.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, a little bit worried.

“It’s normally me, who is in the lead and in charge. I’m not used to it being the other way around.”

I smiled in relief. “I won’t eat you,” and then we both laughed, as that was exactly what I was going to do.

Her blouse opened easily, as did her bra. Her tits weren’t massive; they were very shapely and soft. Her very hard nipples stayed rock-solid, as I gently sucked and nipped each, in turn.

Her leggings were easy to remove. On my knees, I inhaled her very strong scent, and brushed my nose on the front of her knickers. They were distinctly wet. When I ran my tongue all over, she whimpered and pushed her pussy towards me. “Oh no, not yet,” I said, teasingly. “We are a long way from that!”

She groaned in disappointment, and let me push her back sinop escort gently onto the bed. She lay there comfortably, legs apart but not widely spread. Even in that state, though, I knew she didn’t shave. Hair sprouted out liberally from between her legs, and under her arms was also hair, and not stubble.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’ve kept the hair,” I cooed, as I stroked what was visible between her legs. “I thought you might have gotten rid of it when Karen died.” She had told me Karen loved a hairy muff, and had encouraged Jenny to try to get hers as thick as her own.

“I never will,” she said, firmly. “Karen loved it, and that’s good enough for me. Anyway, I love eating it, so why shouldn’t other people love it?”

“Spoken like a true bush lover,” I said, as I lifted her left leg in the air, and ran my tongue over her foot.

“Oh shit! No one has done that, except Karen!”

This made me a bit nervous in terms of her expectation, but it showed me I was on the right track, to give her some love which I guess she had not had for a year or so. So I went to town on both legs and feet, covering every inch with kisses and tongue strokes.

By the time I was on my knees, between her now-very-spread-wide legs, she was moaning continuously and grabbing the sheets tightly in passion.

“For fuck’s sake, take my knickers off and eat me, you teasing cow!” she wailed, with a smiling face.

“Oh no, dear!”I said in my most school-mistress voice. “There’s a long way to go before then.”

As I spoke, I discarded my robe. I was naked underneath. There were streaks of cum down each of my thighs, and my cunt was so wet and ready, both lips were visibly engorged, surrounded by my ridiculously big bush.

“Oh my fucking Christ”! she moaned, staring at my beaver. “It’s even more fucking hairy.”

“Turn over,” I said gently, but firmly. Reluctantly, she did. I took her left leg and rubbed it along my pussy leaving a trail of cum. I did the same with the other leg, and then rubbed her fat arse, too; followed by her back. She was gasping throughout. By the time I finished, including her hair, she had patches of my cum all over her. “Turn back, please!” By then, my voice was a hoarse rasp of desire.

As she turned, her legs were together for a moment, and I had her knickers off in a flash.

“Oh, thank shit for that!” she exclaimed.

I must admit I had forgotten how much she swore when fucking. It turned me on like fuck!

Smiling, I slowly lowered myself down on top of her, so our tits and bushes touched. Our lips met at exactly the same time, and we writhed around kissing, rubbing and caressing.

“Fuck me!” she groaned, rubbing her cunt up against mine.

“Oh no, not yet, sorry!” I rose back onto my knees.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you cow!” This time her voice was a bit more serious. “Stop teasing me, you bitch!”

“Naughty, naughty!” I said. “Naughty girls don’t get anything.” As I spoke, my right index finger traced each of her two blossoming outer lips very slowly.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh” she groaned, thrusting her cunt up in the air to get more.

“Only if you say sorry for calling me a bitch!” I said, pulling my finger away.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she almost cried. “You’re not a bitch! You’re lovely! Now, fuck me!” The last two words were shouted out, at the top of her voice.

“Oh, well if you ask nicely like that!” I grinned, and slid three fingers deep inside her.

“Oh yes, that’s fucking it! Finger me, ughh!”

I did exactly that, but as I did, I introduced my last finger and thumb.

“Oh shit, what are you doing?” She wailed suddenly, grabbing my shoulders.

“Fisting you!” I said, concentrating very hard.

“Oh no! I don’t like that! I never let Karen do it!”

I should have stopped, but I wanted to give it another couple of seconds, so I brought my thumb in, to play on her clit. She screamed, and then just started to babble as my fist made contact with her g-spot.

I liked to fist very slowly and rhythmically, mainly because a fist was a lot bigger than a cock, and I always worried about doing damage. Also, I knew rubbing a g-spot in a very slow way, was fucking incredible. My first lesbian lover (of whom a lot more later on in other chapters) taught me that.

It seemed to have that effect on Jenny. Her hips were bucking in time with my hand, and she was mauling her own tits hard, and swearing and swearing. “Oh fuck, oh shit, Christ!”

Suddenly, my arm started to ache and I wondered how long I could go for. Ten seconds later, I didn’t have to worry about that. With a scream, her whole body lifted off the bed and began to spasm uncontrollably, as she was gripped by the most explosive orgasm in a woman, I had ever seen. And she squirted like a power hose–jet after strong jet, erupted from her fanny. I kept fisting her, as she came and the juice sprayed everywhere. The front of me got soaked from my hair downwards. So did the bed, and later I found some on the floor and even a bit on the wall.

It must have lasted a minute, and then she just collapsed inert with a final gasp. I managed to get my hand out, a second before, and dropped down next to her to cuddle her to me.

I had no idea how long we lay there. Finally, she let out a long breath and turned slowly to face me.

The Cheater Gets the Trophy

Macie was awakened by a low humming sound nearby that morning, her husband Paolo fast asleep beside her in bed. She plucked her phone from the desk next to them and saw that she’d missed a call from her neighbor down the road. Slipping from bed, she snuck into the hallway to return Renae’s call.

She instantly pressed redial when the door clicked shut behind her and the moment she heard the ringing stop, asked “Renae? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s great. Greg just left for work and I’m feeling pretty damn horny,” she answered confidently, “How soon can you get here?”

Macie blushed right away then quietly answered back, “I don’t know Renae. My husband got in really late either last night or early this morning but I’m not sure how long he’s going to need to sleep,”.

Still poised, Renae promised, “I’ll do anything you want. I’ll even do that thing to your pussy on the stairs that you like so much,”.

Blushing again, Macie bit her lower lip and whispered “Ok. I’ll see what I can do,”.

On her tip-toes, she walks back into the bedroom, quietly and carefully shutting the door behind her, then stepped to her husband’s side of the bed, crouched down, and whispered “Hey honey, I’m going to make some coffee then I have errands to run today, alright?” His response is to grumble as he grabs the pillow beside him to cover his and bury his face in his pillow, mumbling “Fine, just go,”.

With that, Macie went down to the kitchen, started a new pot of brew and ran upstairs to change her wardrobe in the meantime.

Stepping into her walk-in closet, Macie walks to that special drawer in the back full of outfits exclusively for Renae’s eyes. Having found just the right one, she pulled at her black nylon stockings to make sure everything looked just right, threw on her red and brown designer houndstooth trench coat, and heads back down to the kitchen.

Pouring the fresh coffee in a mug, she grabbed her keys and trotted out to her convertible.

******

Eight minutes later she’s hardly stepped through the door before Renae has her slammed and pinned against the wall, the two kissing, moaning, and groping like mad! “Ohmigod I’m so fucking glad you’re here!” Her partner exclaims in a brief gasp. “Mmmhmggt” Macie uttered in their kiss. “Come here,” Renae instructed, leading her woman by the hand to the first set of steps so they could continue. The click-clack of their high-heeled, red soled shoes on the marble floor somehow managed to turn Macie on even more before being spun around and sat on the steps, a gorgeous woman untying her black satin house robe to reveal a very gorgeous bombshell body with very Hispanic tan skin in very hot black lace lingerie staring her down.

Renae practically pounced on her vixen the moment she was ‘undressed’. The two engage in a very lively, almost violent looking make out session, kissing like wild creatures, pulling at each other’s clothes. They paused only to stand, Macie then was posed against the front of the railing where they resumed. She dropped her head back as her partner dove deep into her ample cleavage. Ranae then crouches, unclipping her woman’s stocking from her garter belt and yanking down that thong.

Starting off gently to build up the anticipation, she moved her lips and tongue over the shuddering thighs. Macie emitting a sensual tune of soft moans and whimpers. Renae took a quick peek at the lemonade pink sex between them and the rouge fault line between them. The frisky cunt was a thing of pure erotic beauty, her outer lips puffed just so, forming an alluring mound, the inners swollen with arousal and distended karaman escort at the edges.

With drool already pooling in her mouth, Ranae stood and turned her partner yet again, bending her onto the rail, very slowly unzipping the slinky corset top. She worked it down and off Macie as her partner happily stepped out of the garment at her feet.

Excited as fuck now, an extreme storm of lust built inside her as Renae kneaded, groped, and fondled that scrumptious ass. She kissed it a few times before taking a couple of love-bites Macie whimpers like music in the air. The mere sight, the smooth curve, and subtle warmth of that butt are an ass-lover’s fantasy!

The second she parts those cheeks, Renae threw herself right in, shaking her head and giving her vixen’s incredible puckered anus a kiss. She blatantly moans as the silky warm ass cheeks settle and enfold her.

Saying that ass was worshipped would be a massive understatement. With her tongue flattened, Renae licked up and down the crack, slowing to sample Macie’s hole. According to her whimpers, sighs, gasps, and moans, she was loving her ass being eaten. Her partner pulls back just some, parted those another inch wider, then pressed her tongue inside. Macie’s reaction was a superbly low hum-groan, followed by “Ohmi…yes my fucking ass,” as her arm slides up the rail and her head rested against the chilled metal.

Starting with slow in-and-out probes, Renae royally fucks that hole. The surrounding muscle released the tension, allowing easier penetration. A few minutes pass and she got her entire tongue in, Macie’s sounds at the highest level of passion and volume. She grabbed hysterically at the railing for stability, her mind-blown and her legs weakened by the fantastic sensations erupting in her body!

The next thing either of them knew, they women were sitting at the base of the steps, Renae somehow topless and commando, whilst they hum and moans.

“How are you feeling?” Renae coos, softly running a finger over her beau’s jawline.

“Good,” Macie replied, a finger tracing invisible lines on her partner’s stomach.

“Mmmmhhmmmm…do you need anything?”

“Mmmm…some hot tea would be nice,”.

“Tea? Ok, let’s go to the kitchen,” the mumbled to each other as their kissing grew slow, “Follow me,”.

“Anywhere,” she answered, softly placing her hand in Renae’s and letting her partner guide them to the kitchen.

Sitting in the cute little breakfast nook, Macie is tossed a large flannel shirt from the nearby laundry space. “It’s my husband’s, but I just know it will look way hotter on you,” Renae explained, filling the kettle and setting it on the stove. “We don’t want you getting too cold, right? Although I wouldn’t mind if those sexy marble nipples…” she smacked her lips, making a *POP* noise, shooting a blushing Macie a wink.

It takes only a few short minutes before the tea is ready, Renae bringing a tray with both their mugs and croissants to the table. “A little treat for you babe,” she muttered, tenderly caressing Marcie’s boobs, kissing her from behind for a moment before taking her own seat.

Nervously giggling, Marcie asked “Are you sure your husband won’t mind that I’m wearing his shirt?” pulling at the too long sleeves.

“His shirt? First: I don’t fucking care what he thinks, and I was right; you look way better in it than he does,” Renae said with confidence.

“Don’t you ever feel bad? Cheating on him like this?”

“Hell no,” she answered in disbelief, “He and I both know he only married me so he could have a smoking hot trophy wife. Besides, he knows I’m lesbian anyhow; his family took me in kars escort after I told my parents I was gay, and they kicked me out. We did the ‘couple’ thing for a while, put on a show for everybody, which then just turned into friends with benefits, then just, well, benefits,” then she paused for a minute and asks, “Why? Do you?”

“Not really, I guess. I mean, my husband doesn’t really appreciate me, or care for that matter,” she said, then let her eyes drop noticeably to the set of naked breasts in front of her and mentioned, “Come to think of it, I feel quite neglected lately,”.

“Oh do you?” Renae questioned, her tone of her voice telling that she was playing along with her vixen’s ploy. She leaned closer to Macie, putting a hand on the side of her neck and tenderly drew her in for a deep lustful kiss, then whispers as they part “You always have my full attention,”.

“I have to admit,” Macie began, as they continue rubbing and touching one another, “I do wish I was more ‘you’ sometimes…”. Renae lunged in for another hungry kiss, standing but careful not to break their lip-lock when she rounded her partner’s chair, pulling Macie’s top wide open and exposing those gorgeous melons. They two breathed deep labored breaths whilst she groped those lovely D-cups. Unable to resist each other, the girls entangled their lips and tongues, Macie’s tits on fire as they’re grabbed and rubbed and melded.

Renae then pulled her friend’s chair back from the table just so, a hand pressed Macie back into her seat when she began to stand. Grabbing both legs, she spread them far apart, leaning down and engulfing a particularly distended, beautiful nipple.

That wonderful pair of fudge-brown eyes closed, and she groaned deeply as her jezebel worked meticulously over her aroused flesh, sucking on the tumid nipple, rolling her tongue wetly over the bumpy surface around it. Macie raised her chest, pushing her breast further into her partner’s mouth, her hand landing on the back of her broad’s head to encourage the suckling. She moaned “…so sensitive…” as they practically throbbed of exhilaration.

Moving down her body, Renae’s hands kept busy on her breasts while her mouth worked its magic on that fit torso. Macie’s reaction was automatic, her body arching up, her stomach muscles tensing and relaxing. She moaned when she was kissed and licked on her belly, Renae’s tongue assessing the indentation of her navel before she tore off her own ‘jacket’ and the girls shared a lewd, bare embrace. Hands caressed and groped, lips wrestled and craved, tongues flew blindly through their inseparable mouths as their bodies shamelessly move and rub together and against each other.

Wrapping her thumbs into the side straps, Renae stretched her vixen’s panties up as far as they’d go. She then stretched the now thin strip between Macie’s legs, her luscious puffy lips spilling out and hugging the cloth. Before either women can blink, a very hungry, very amorous mouth has covered it, severely breathing in the scent of arousal promise of essence de Macie flavor.

Filled with nothing but pure desire, Renae jerked off her partner’s hips. Macie quietly mumbles “Oh yes. Yes yes yes,” as she raised her hips from the chair to aid in the stripping of her last article of clothing. In mere seconds they hit the floor, displaying the smooth, shaven treasure of damp, warm, aroused pussy!

Shoving them to her face, Renae greatly inhaled every ounce of anticipation from the garment before using it to swipe those pouty lips up and down. Macie tensed and moaned again in response – a response that intensified as she licked like a wounded baby animal, whispering kıbrıs escort a steady chorus of “Yes…yes…yes…” as her mistress continued.

She licked her ladylove softly, slowly, her tongue sliding delicately over her opening, exploring every little nook and cranny of her fleshy petals. Macie was making quiet pleasure sounds, even emitting a few ardent sounds as she was touched in just the right way. Her noises remained at that level, until Renae swirled boldly into her entrance, and she couldn’t suppress a loud “Ffffffffffuck me!!” She moaned aloud as bae shook her open mouth side-to-side, her tongue hanging out, in a blur amongst those wanton lips. “Yes baby! Please! Keep fucking me just like that! Yes!” was all the reinforcement needed for Renae to carry on, the hand holding the back of her head just acting as bonus praise!

After several very squirmy, writhing minutes, Macie leaned forward, pulled her partner from her sex and launched them into a very sensual marathon of passionate kissing. A handful of aphrodisiacal kisses in, something in Renea’s own sensuality told her it was time to move things to the bedroom!

Macie abruptly stood, without a word and put out a hand for Renae, taking off for the master. Throwing herself onto the bed she instantly scrambled into position with her head on the edge, flipping her hair out from under her and letting it waterfall off the side. She licked her lips in anticipation as Renae got into position, recalling just how good her urges tasted.

In one quick motion Renae turned around and knelt over her vixen’s face, her wet pussy just inches above the parted lips. Taking a moment to properly position herself, the arches of her feet rested on her ladylove’s shoulders and mildly wiggling until the most of her mistress’ face was covered by her tenacious ass.

The instant Macie’s lips make contact with the moistened pair, she licked the wetness clean, becoming more and more addicted to the flavors and the reactions she had caused. Reaching up, her thumb and index framed and teased the incredible breasts whilst she continued!

Positioning made it almost hopeless for Renae’s clitoris to be reached, let alone roused, but that was never even a worry for her partner. Any and every time Macie plunged in, that taste, her smell, the quivering became so much more important than breathing! “Oh! Oh yes! Ooh keep going! Oooh fuck! Oh yes! Oh SHIT! Oooh! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Make me fucking cum! Oh!” Renae cried in higher and higher pitches as a very large orgasm grew closer by the second! “FUCK! Keep going! Yes! Don’t fucking stop!” she scream in best Minnie Mouse voice when when crash lands, bursting into amazing, unbelievable, impeccable, exquisite sensations coursing through every part of her body!

As told, Macie kept up the licking, having some mercy and slowing just a tad, as Renae reclaimed her normal self and gathered her senses. Whilst doing so, neither of them heard the cell phone vibrating on the nightstand.

Backing herself up and leaning down, Renae and Macie took up yet another round of lewd, passion-packed mouth choreograph until Macie says “I think when my mouth was eating your amazing pussy, your phone was ringing, Bae”

“Whaaat?” she says, doubtfully as she reaches for her phone beside the bed.

“Ugh,” she declares, reading the text as Macie rubbed her back “It’s my dumb husband sweetums. He’s getting off early from work”. Turning back to Macie on the bed, softly caressing her wonderous breasts she told, “Such a drag…You know what? You should probably get out of here. I’ll walk you out hon,”.

Confused, Macie asked “But wait, I though you said you didn’t care what he thought?”

“I don’t,” she answered, touching Macie’s smooth cheek, “But I know you do and I know he’d have no hesitation telling your husband,”.

“Oh,” Macie answered, disappointed, “Are you going to call me again?”

“Yeah. Tomorrow,” she giggles as they lean into one another to kiss.

At 7 30 on a Friday evening an UBER Toyota Camry driven by an attrative youthful black woman let me off a couple of car-lengths from Babes of Careytown. The car was on its way when I left a tip in response to the text message.

My high heals clacked on the concrete. The late afternoon sun was still quite warm. That’s not unusual for Richmond in mid May. A slight breeze made the weather comfortable.

Will Jane actually be here tonight? I hope I see her. It’s not like we’ve never talked before. It’s not like we’ve never made plans to meet.

I hope she likes this dress. I’m wearing a white, pink/blue floral print sleeveless midi. The v-neck shows just a hint of clevage.

Jane Scott Hall was sitting just where I expected to find her, outside at a black metallic table on the deck. She was wearing just what I expected to see, a Turquoise strappy detail v-neck with ruffle short sleeves. Her legs looked so sexy in white shorts.

“Nice dress Stephanie,” she remarked.

“Thank you,” I replied then took a seat across from her.

“You look like you’re dressed for the office.”

I had already mentioned in chats that I work as a legal secretary but it seemed worth repeating.

“Lennox and Phelps,” I said. “You’re in health care right?”

“Good memory,” said Jane. She added, “MRI.”

We chatted freely though very little of the chat was new. Anecdotes from her childhood, things to do and places to see in and around Lynchburg seemed to dominate the conversation. So what if we said it all before. She does seem like someone whom I can like.

She finally asked, “do you play pool.”

The question was not unexpected.

“Not very well,” I replied.

“I’m not exactly Willy Mosconi.”

That sounds kırşehir escort like an understatement.

A band comprised of 3 dudes in black teeshirts and a female lead guitar clad in a black tanktop was playing soulful renditions of popular tunes. The pool table had just been vacated so we started a game.

“Flip a coin for the break,” she said.

I agreed with a mere nod.

The cue ball clacked against the triangle of balls sending the 7 ball into the left corner. Jane came to the right side and leaned over the table lining up another shot. The 4 ball dropped into the pocket opposite her.

Not exactly Willy Mosconi huh?

“I played a lot growing up,” she finally admitted.

I looked at the table seeing only one solid color remaining.

“Do you mind if we don’t play another match?”

“That’s fine with me.”

That said, we returned to outdoor seating. We each ordered another beer which we sipped while making small talk.

“My thing was darts,” I said.

“I’ll bet you’re pretty good at it.”

“Passable,” I replied.

“Did you play a lot?”

“The board hung on a big tree in the back yard. My brother, his friends and I played every day.”

“Were there wagers involved?”

“I remember this one day. We were lit so the loser had to streak.”

I had never until that moment mentioned the streaking incident. It’s not that I was embarrassed. It’s just that I saw no reason to bring up the subject.

“The streaker was you wasn’t it.”

“I’ll never tell.”

We kept chatting. Different topics came up.

“Where did you get that dress? I want one just like it. It’s pretty.”

“Beautifulhalo.com,” I replied then added, “I had it delivered to malatya escort my address.”

“How long did it take to reach you?”

“Just a week,”I replied.

I could see her eyes roaming downward from my eyes as though she was lusting after me. I scored.

I asked, “have you ever seen a woman naked.”

She declined to answer.

So you’ve never been with a woman. Cool. Looks like I have a “gold star” here.

The following morning at 9 I arrived at Country Inn Suites by Radisson, a pitched roof two-floor building. Leaning against my car in the driveway, I called Jane’s cell phone.

This is so cool. We’ll have a day at the beach. Maybe I’ll get to kiss her.

She picked up on the second ring.

“Stephanie are you outside?”

“I’m right in front of the hotel.”

A mild breeze was blowing toward the shore. Waves roll toward the beach and break about 50 feet from the sand. Seagulls glided over water and sand, their cries splitting the air. Jane and I stood barely 10 feet from wet sand gazing eastward.

I was wearing a casual purple-multi romper with elastic-waist tie detail, surplice neckline with snap. The sleeves are half-length length.

Jane is wearing a dark-blue teeshirt without a bra inside, blue cutoffs and sandals.

Two beach blankets_one white and blue striped, the other straw_lie just two steps behind us.

We had been on the beach for about 5 minutes when I stripped off the romper revealing my nude body.

“I can stay like this.”

Jane grinned then pulled off her teeshirt which she dropped in front of her feet.

Just seconds later she pulled off her shorts and panties.

We dashed into the surf and waded past the breakers.

There niğde escort was a moderate swell perhaps a foot high.

Jane and I gaze in all directions. No one else is naked.

Anyway after almost a half hour in the water we waded out and strolled back to our blankets. There we lay wearing brown glasses shielding our eyes.

I turned my head toward Jane and nudged her with my foot getting her attention.

“What?”

“I feel like having sex with you.”

She giggled.

“I think we can wait until we’re home.”

“I have a clit vibrator.”

“Cool,” Jane quipped.

We didn’t stay long at the beach. Avoiding sunburn was a priority; that and sex.

We had barely crossed the threshold when Jane pulled me into an open-mouth kiss. Her hands creep down from my shoulders stopping at my boobs caressing them then proceeding downward.

We dashed to my bedroom. She eases me onto my back on the mattress rubbing my clitoris with two fingers. The organ quickly becomes engorged. My labia part. Wetness spreads between the lips. Muscles go into spasms creating great tension that makes my legs quiver and my hips buck.

I let out a soft “mmmmmmmmm”. Her hand is palm down on my lady parts. Her knee is wedged between my thighs.

That first sex with a woman since after high school feels awesome. Two fingers penetrate to my G-spot and slide slowly back and forth continuously bringing me to the brink of a powerful orgasm.

Suddenly I let out a loud moan signaling a climax and causing Jane to withdraw her fingers. I lay huffing for a few minutes recuperating slowly.

“Did you say you have a vibrator?”

“Yes I did.”

“May I borrow it?”

“You may, but you don’t get to hold it.”

“Is it multiple vibe levels?”

I nodded, got up to fetch my toy from the nightstand draw and pushed it against her clit.

Before long I knew she was close to an orgasm.

I decided to bring Jane to a favorite place to eat. We came to The Grill at Waterford.

The klaxon blaring from Jane’s cell phone went off first, and then Marie’s added to the din. Both Jane and Marie were in the kitchen, bumping around one another to try and make a decent meal for the night. “What’s that about?” Marie wondered as Jane walked over and picked up her phone. She thumbed the device and scanned it quickly, looking up at Jane.

“Severe thunderstorm warning,” she said, and then her thumb moved as she opened her weather app. She checked the radar just as a deep rumble of thunder rolled over the region. “Holy shit,” she said, then showing Jane the image.

“Derecho,” Jane said right away. She looked at the supper. “Should we finish? It’s going to be here when?”

“Twenty minutes,” Marie replied, returning to the kitchen. “Everything’s prepped, right?”

“Yeah, but the recipe calls for like forty minutes of baking,” Sarah peered at their recipe.

Marie shrugged. “Well, let’s put the cold stuff back, and see what happens.” This led to about five minutes of more back-and-forth, now putting stuff into the fridge. “Besides,” Marie added, “we could always let the chicken marinate longer.”

The thunder was growing closer and steadier. The degree of light had lessened a great deal as the dark, thick clouds full of water neared. The wind picked up; the apartment the girls shared overlooked a county park, and it was all thick woods behind their building. They watched as the small trees began whipping forward under the force of the wind, springing back and then doing it again.

Why Marie reached out and took Jane’s hand in hers was never really decided upon. Later, Marie wondered if the night would have turned out like it did had she not made that simple gesture as the two stood in front of the sliding glass door that led out to their small, concrete balcony. But she did, plucking Jane’s hand into hers, and together they stood there, hand in hand, watching nature put on a display of fury.

The tempest was upon them. The lightning strikes lit things up in crazy flashed, the thunder boomed and rumbled and boomed again. The rain came down in sheets, driven nearly horizontal from the force of the wind. Marie’s reflexive gripping of Jane’s hand was to seek warmth and comfort.

When the hot streak of blue-white light filled their eyes, followed instantly by an ear-shattering crack of thunder, both girls screeched in terror and backed up. Marie bumped into the couch and fell, and her grip was so tight on Jane’s hand that she pulled Jane into the coffee table. She fell with a heavy thud, and the coffee table’s legs gave way, and Jane finally crashed onto the floor, the rubble of the destroyed table strewn under her body. And to top it all off, the lights snapped off with a finality.

“Owwww fuck!” Jane managed weakly. Marie, who’d tumbled onto the couch, looked down and laughed.

“Oops.”

Another close bolt of lightning struck and the resulting ear-shattering crack sent both of them scurrying to their feet, moving to the innermost wall of the building. There they sat, their backs to the wall, their feet drawn up, and watched in awe at the wrath.

But like most fast-moving storms, this one came to a sudden end. The wind died, the rain lessened and the sounds of thunder became more distant and less frequent. But the lights did not come back on, and while the air temperatures had cooled during the storm, both the temperature and the resulting humidity began to climb in the wake of its passage.

“Oh god, I hope the power comes back on,” Jane said an hour later. They were seated on their couch together, both girl’s attention focused on their phones. They had nothing else to do, or that they could do. They had to conserve power on their phones or those would be utterly dead, too.

“My guess is that it won’t be for hours,” Marie said. “Remember I grew up not far from here,” she added.

They’d met in college, tossed together as roommates their freshman year. They discovered an instant bond, made stronger over the years as they weathered the pressures of college and social life. They had boyfriends and lost boyfriends. They had hookups that they recalled fondly, and others that were never to be mentioned again. They were normal college kids enjoying a normal college life, and their tight friendship was supportive. They rarely fought, though on those times that they did, they were intense moments.

They managed to graduate at the same time, and both chose their first career positions in the city closer to Marie’s home. It was much further for Jane, but she had long professed a desire to escape her family. Jane’s parents were divorced two years ago and Jane remained angry at them both. Her older sister was as entitled a bitch as Marie had ever met, and Jane had supported Marie’s overall desire to be rid of her family. Marie’s parents treated Jane like she was Marie’s sister instead of her best friend and roommate, which made the separation from Jane’s home feel more tolerable.

“I know,” Jane replied quietly. “Wonder if your parents have power?”

“Oh!” Marie exclaimed. “I should find out!” She quickly typed up a text to her mom then kilis escort waited, and about three minutes later her mom confirmed that their power was out, too. So the two texted for a while as Jane watched and read over Marie’s shoulder.

The apartment got steadily warmer and muggier. Jane, who sported a thicker body, whined a little. She pulled her shirt off, removed her bra and then jammed her shirt back on.

“Improvements?” Marie asked, a bemused expression on her face.

“No,” Jane grumped. “I hate boob sweat,” she said with a grimace.

“Oh yeah, that sucks. Don’t we have a fan?” Marie wondered.

“We do,” Jane said, “but there’s that little power problem.”

“Oh, DUH!” Marie laughed at herself.

“I wonder if the windows open would be better or not?”

“Well, if it cools down at all,” Marie thought aloud.

“Let’s do it,” Jane decided. “Can’t be worse, can it?”

An hour later, Marie scowled at Jane in the near darkness. “Can’t be worse, can it?” she mocked.

“Oh, shut up,” Jane replied crossly.

Both girls were now without bras, and their shirts stuck to their bodies uncomfortably from the influx of humidity leading to a closeness that led directly to perspiration. “God,” Marie moaned, “my shirt is soaked through!”

“So’s mine,” Jane agreed. She looked down. “See, this is where big tits are definitely NOT a plus!” she laughed.

Marie looked over, seeing how her shirt clung to her bigger, fleshier body. “Yeah, I see that,” she agreed. Then, in a flash, she muttered “Well, I don’t give a fuck,” she peeled her shirt off, then stood up suddenly and yanked her pant and panties off. Then she sat back down. “Fuck it, if I’m gonna sweat, then I’m gonna be naked doing it.”

“Naked!?” Jane laughed. “It’s a naked night? You should have told me!” She did the same thing, and peeled out of her damp clothing. Now the two sat on the couch together, fully naked.

It was dark. It was hot. Marie had a flashback to holding Jane’s hand while the storm ramped up, before they were scared into breaking their furniture and the lights went out. She recalled how warm and soft the hand felt in hers, and all of a sudden, she couldn’t get that touch out of her mind.

It was not the first time that Marie had withstood such carnal thoughts. Marie had one secret that she had kept from Jane. Over the summer between their sophomore and junior years, Marie’s summer job basically babysitting young kids at a sleep-away camp had thrust her into a large group scenario with several other college-aged counselors. She had gotten along very well with them all, and enjoyed a bit of a naughty night with Calvin.

But then Calvin had said some things and did some things that made Marie boil in anger at the fuckboy. She made damn sure to relegate him to fuckboy status amongst all of the other women at the camp, which infuriated Calvin who had clearly thought that he’d be able to fuck his way through the summer. There was a heated confrontation far from the sleeping quarters of the campers, where Marie and Calvin had it out. Nothing was resolved except to deepen their dislike of one another.

Marie had plopped down at the end of the dock, watching the half-moon rise slowly over the pond the camp claimed was a lake, and mused. Another camp counselor named Anna, who was lean and svelte, ambled down and took a seat next to Marie. They talked for a while, and then they stopped talking.

Anna had reached over and planted a hard long kiss on Marie’s mouth. Marie had not pulled away, despite her surprise. In fact, she found the kiss to be instantly erotic, and deeply alluring. She kissed back hard and then fingers began to move. The next thing Marie knew, she was gasping as Anna was skillfully bringing her to several orgasms. They kept up their little lesbian trysts all summer, where Marie had been indoctrinated fully into the secrets of womanly love.

Why had she never admitted that to Jane? Maybe it was Jane’s family life or her domineering, entitled older sister. She had never wanted to add stress to Jane, and Jane had been lukewarm at best towards homosexuality. Her deeply conservative family had managed to plant some seeds in the young woman that would take a long time to kill. A distrust – not loathing – but a distrust of same-sex arrangements was one of them.

“There’s something about blackouts, isn’t there?” Marie said quietly aloud. She didn’t need to speak loudly; the deep darkness supported a quieter moment.

“Yes. There is,” Jane said. “And the heat doesn’t help. It’s not like I want to be all hot and sticky,” she said.

“I know,” Marie nodded. “An all over heat and stickiness.”

Marie sensed more than saw Jane’s head turn, based upon a change in how her voice hit her ears. “A deep, internal one?”

“Yeah,” Marie said.

“Did I ever tell you…” Jane said softly and warbly. Then, immediately, in a stronger tone, answered her own question. “No, I did not.”

“Tell me what?” Marie asked.

“I made love to a woman once,” Jane said.

“WHAT?” Marie yelped. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Jane replied kırklareli escort from the gloom. Marie suddenly wished that she could clearly see her friend’s face. “It was…I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?”

Jane issued a short, almost bitter laugh. “I don’t think I came that hard in years,” she used that secret-sharing tone. “But I was so tore up afterwards, thinking I was a freak.”

“Do you remember the summer I was a counselor at Camp Greenway?” Marie said.

“Yes. Why?” Jane replied.

“I met a girl. Anna. We basically…the entire summer.”

“Nooo way!” Jane replied, somewhere between aghast and awed.

“Yes way,” Marie giggled. “God, she was magical.”

“How so?”

“I’ve never ever had a boy….go down on me…better,” Marie admitted somewhat haltingly.

Jane was silent for a long time. Marie resisted the urge to jump in. It was a major private fight to remain silent. She finally sighed. “That’s what I remember, too. How fucking good it was!”

“I never would have guessed that you would.”

“I knew you would. Or I figured you would, one day. You’re so daring,” Jane said in that little girl tone of admiration.

“How did it happen with you?”

“An older woman. I went to a bar. I was so pissed off at Katherine. I wanted to smack her and that douchebag husband of hers. So I left and I drove and drove and found this bar and it looked perfect and so I said ‘fuck it’ and I went inside. I had no idea it was a lesbian bar,” she added defensively. “This older gal is sitting there, all nervous looking and I’m realizing that its a dyke bar and now I’m flipping the fuck out, you know? So I sat next to her and we got to talking and sharing a wine then a second then a third. She offered to show me. It was my state of mind, I guess. Because I wanted to know.”

“Did you go down on her?”

Another long silence had to be endured, before Jane’s whispered “Yes.”

“And?”

Silence. A gulp. Silence. “I loved it.”

“Hell, so did I!” Marie agreed easily. “I still love men, don’t get me wrong, but I’d not turn down a nice moment with a girl, any time, anywhere.”

“I guess…” Jane said quietly, “I’m the same way. But all men see are my tits and my ass,” she said quietly. “That lady…she saw ‘me,’ you know?”

“You have a gorgeous body, I’ve told you that,” Marie said cautiously. Wondering now where this was heading, and hope-hope-hoping that she was right. “I’ve thought about you.”

More silence. It stretched, lengthened…Marie began fearing that it had snapped when Jane shifted in her seat, and cleared her throat. “I’d be lying if I said I did not do the same thing. And I’m done lying to people, especially you.”

“You’ve lied to me?”

“Never, not once. And I’m not going to start now. Even though my face feels like it’s on fire from telling you that,” she added.

“I maybe should have told you a long time ago,” Marie said.

“I don’t,” Jane replied. “I…I might not have taken it the same way.”

“There’s that,” Marie agreed.

“I’m frightened. What if…” she said with her voice trailing off.

“There’s the flip side to that. What if being friends with benefits is the best thing ever? We’ve lived together now for six years, and we’ve had what, maybe four serious disagreements?” she said reasonably.

A big inhale. “I know. Maybe I’m just scared.”

Nothing that she had ever done felt quite as natural or as easy as sliding over onto the couch until her body pressed against Jane’s. If the air was hot and close, Jane’s body was afire, and Marie did not have to struggle at all to find Jane’s lips. She pressed hers loosely to Jane’s, and then pressed a little harder as Jane began to respond.

The soft cry that burst from Jane into their kiss opened their mouths to allow their tongues to explore softly. It was slow at first, getting used to the taste and textures. As she had done with Anna, Marie found herself marveling at the difference between kissing a woman and a man. Her hand rose up and she easily found Jane’s breast.

Jane’s reaction was instant. A moan and her body pressed forward into that touch. Marie could not think how many times she had wondered what it would be like to hold Jane’s big, soft tits in her hand. Her areola were quite large and a little browner in color, and her nipples were very large that grew noticeable through all manner of clothing, especially when she was cold. Marie savored rolling those big nipples between her fingers until they stiffened, and Jane’s little sounds of pleasure drove her to continue those explorations.

Then, Marie was the one moaning softly as she felt Jane’s fingers move to her breast. Marie felt like her nipples were stretched to the point of explosion, they were so taut from arousal and Jane’s touch. Though it was not an experienced touch, it was pleasant still, and both girls pressed harder into the kiss.

“Ohhhh fuck, Marie,” Jane moaned, breaking the kiss and falling back into the couch a little. “God, I’m wet!” she told her friend.

Marie took the moment to throw her legs over Jane, settling karabük escort down into a comfortable kneel over the bigger girl’s thighs. She reached out and fondled both breasts gently and slowly. “Me too,” Marie said. “You should find out for yourself,” she added breathlessly.

“I will,” Jane said. Marie’s vision had adapted to the darkness. She could not make out anything clearly, but saw gross movements, like Jane’s arm in motion. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply and holding her breath, waiting and waiting. And then when that first touch came, light and nearly tentative, a fingertip gliding over swollen, needy flesh, the exhale came in a noisy burst.

“Oh god,” Jane said quietly. Her fingers pressed now, moving about slowly and steadily, getting wet immediately from the slippery natural lubricants. “My god you’re wet!” she cried.

“I know, fuck, that feels so good!” Marie said. Her fingers closed around Jane’s large nipples and applied a bit of a squeeze, making Jane moan again and driving her fingers to slide faster. Jane was moving her hand in a back and forth motion, passing over Marie’s clit and spreading her petals apart.

“Put it in, put them in!” Marie nearly begged, desperate to feel the sensation of her pussy being filled and the delight of the movements sliding up inside.

Two fingers opened Marie’s entrance and glided inside. Marie shuddered, squeezing even harder on the nipples, until Jane’s squeal of pain forced her to ease off a little. “S-sorry,” Marie gasped. “Fuck. Oh fuck. Jane. Deeper, baby. Deepeerrrrr,” she trailed off. Marie’s hips almost worked of their own accord, that rocking back-and-forth raising her body up to allow a deeper penetration, then pulling back to aid in the sensation as they eased out.

“Mmmm,” Jane purred smoothly. “You’re a hot little slut, aren’t you?”

Being called a slut had never exactly been Marie’s favorite, but somehow hearing it from her friend was a total turn-on. She had a sudden desire, almost a need, to be wanton. “Yes! Yes! Make me your slut!” Marie moaned.

Jane sort of chuckled, then her fingers curled up inside Marie, forcing an enormous moan out of Marie’s mouth. “You’re wet, slut,” Jane said next. Her voice seemed slightly strained, like she was somewhat uncomfortable using those words.

“I know, I know!” Marie moaned. She had no such inhibitions at the moment. Of course, she was the one with her pussy stuffed full of fingers that were creating such exquisite pleasures in her body.

Jane withdrew her fingers, and Marie tracked her movements as best as she could. Her eyes opened and her heart hammered in her chest as she saw the glint of white reflection from Jane’s teeth, then the sounds of slurping mixing with a deep moan. Clearly Jane was savoring the taste.

“Fuck you taste good,” Jane moaned after a moment.

“I’m looking forward to tasting you,” Marie agreed. “But I want to do it only one way.”

“Oh yeah?” Jane shot back. “What way is that?”

“Directly from your sexy pussy,” Marie breathed.

“Oooh. Is that an offer?”

“Yes,” Marie said.

Then in a strangled voice, Jane voiced both need and doubt. “Do it fast before I lose my nerve!” she cried.

Marie moved, sliding back and off of Jane’s legs, until her knees hit the floor. She wasted no time, prying Jane’s thicker thighs apart, and even at a distance the aroma of her hot pussy hit her nose. There was no scent stronger, Marie thought fleetingly. Her hands gripped Jane’s legs about mid-thigh, and pulled and pushed, at once moving Jane’s lower body forward towards the edge of the couch and spreading those legs widely. Jane hooked a leg over the arm of the couch, the heel dangling against Marie’s back, and breathed noisily.

“I can’t wait to taste!” Marie cried. Her head moved.

Time slowed to a crawl. This was not the first time that Marie had experienced this. Like a slow-motion capture of a camera, her brain slowed to record each minute experience in incredible detail. The heat and humidity of the air, fueling their bodies and their own sexual energies. The happenstance of the blackout, building an atmosphere between them. The plump softness of Jane’s thighs, how smooth and warm they felt, and how the skin was as silky as any she had ever touched. The aroma, hitting her nose, spicy and musky, inhaled into her brain that ran a direct line to her pussy. She felt her own sex throb and clench, her lower body flexing hard in anticipation. The deeper heat and wetness the closer she came to that skin. Then, her lips finding lips, heat to heat. Her tongue slithered out and got the taste, sweet and delicious.

Marie cried out again, louder than Jane’s moan, and her hands moved to Jane’s inner thighs. She opened her friend with a strong move, and then her opened mouth covered Jane’s wet pussy. How easily her tongue found the much-larger clit her friend sported! How tasty it was, how her tongue glided over the knot of flesh, and how she could flick it around with her tongue and it kept returning to its natural state. Jane’s screams of pleasure were barely heard, such was Marie’s concentration on that larger clit. She had seen a few pictures of large clits, but had never seen one in person let alone tasted one. Anna’s had been the usual, smaller sort that only came out of its protective hood after some stimulation. Not so for Jane – hers was out there, and Marie delighted in focusing on it.

Tina and Jacie

MF FF IR Piercing Consent

Part one, life changes

My name is Tina and here I am sitting on a park bench across the street from a popular night spot crying my eyes out. I’m 22 years old and already been used and abused by my only two boy friends. Men are such assholes.

Like it’s not painful enough to go through a break up, yet they have to really fuck your mind in the process. My first boyfriend dumped me at the high school prom. He was mean, a bully who enjoyed extracting humiliation and pain out of anyone he could. Including me.

He made it a point to very loudly belittle me and tell me to fuck off because he was leaving with my bestie.. He told terrible nasty lies about me and had the entire class pointing and laughing at me. I felt like crawling under a rock.

A few weeks later after my eighteenth birthday I hooked up with Carl. He was nice at first, but had a mean temper. We were going out for about six months when he talked me into moving in with him.

Mom and Dad tried talking me out of it but I insisted I was in love and knew what I was doing. I was so wrong. Shortly after we moved in together he changed. He would get angry and hit me. He would get drunk and abuse me physically sexually and mentally. He’d get me drunk and pass me around like a party favor.

I really didn’t know too much about that because he would spike my drinks and I’d lose track of time and events. I’d wake up the next morning with my cunt feeling like it was on fire and a river of cum would dump out of me when I’d get up to go to the bathroom.

I confronted Carl the first time and we had a loud terrible fight with him using me as a punching bag. He called me a whore and said I was nothing without him. He was very controlling., he would make me remove my panties and he would check them to see if I was fucked while He wasn’t home. I felt so trapped and alone but convinced myself that I loved him and needed him.

In our fourth year together he passed me around again at least twice. Id come to naked, in bed or on the Livingroom floor, totally smelling like a fuck fest. The last time, two days ago, I woke up covered in Hickie’s and cum. My cunt and asshole were feeling raw and sore.

My jaw was hurting, I had cum in my hair on my tits and belly. I sat up and the cum gushed out of my abused cunt and asshole. My mouth tasted like stale cum.

I looked around and saw Carl passed out drunk. The apartment door was open and there were cigarette butts all over the place. I knew he would wake up hungover and mean so I pulled on a housecoat, closed the apartment door and started cleaning up.

I cleaned up the apartment being careful not to wake Carl. I was a mess, cum leaking out of both my asshole and cunt. I knew he trained me. He passed me around like a cheap six pack. I felt so degraded, used and worthless. I found a video on his phone of me getting fucked and sucking numerous cocks. I deleted it and wiped any picture I found. Then I went to the bathroom and took a sock in the tub to relax my sore body and cleanse it of the filth all those men dumped in and on me.

Although I could cleanse gebze escort my body of the cum and scum, I could not cleanse my abused and degraded mind.

When Carl woke up we argued, he left, storming out after again calling me a worthless cum bucket whore and punching me in the face and gut. The punch in the gut forcing me to puke up the contents of my stomach with included all the cum I swallowed while being gang fucked by Carl and his friends.

Carl didn’t come back home, so tonight after hiding my black and blue face with makeup, I tracked him down at his favorite bar. I walked in to find him in the corner fucking some eighteen year old pig in a back corner. I screamed his name out and the bar went silent. I kept screaming, attacking the blonde pig and Carl punched me in the gut again, causing me to puke and says get your shit and get out of my apartment.

I stumbled out of the bar with everybody laughing at me and crossed the street into the park. Here I am, crying my eyes out, abused and battered, finally accepting that men are assholes and I’m just a cunt for their pleasure.

I’m not just telling you, the reader, of this story but I’m doing so while telling it to Jacie who found me sitting here disheveled and crying. I didn’t know her name yet but I welcomed her holding me and her comforting words. She asked me to accompany her to a local coffee shop where we sat and talked for two hours. She is so kind, sensitive and beautiful. She was medium dark skinned, average height well built.

I didn’t know it yet but she is a dominatrix and a lesbian. I felt safe with her. She was very nice and good at listening. She took me to her place for the night where we talked until I fell asleep. The next day she accompanied me to the apartment I shared with Carl to get my things.

While we were there, Carl came in and started pushing me around telling me I was his fucking cunt whore and I wasn’t going anywhere. He made a fist raised it up to take his shot then found himself on the floor against the wall with his nose broken. He yell out you fucking cunt. You broke my nose.

Jacie stepped over him and very softly and quietly with a commanding self assurance told him to get out and don’t come back until we leave or she would break his arm. Unknown to me at the time, Jacie is a mixed martial arts local champion. She fucked him up in one move.

Jacie and I went back to her place and over the next few days we talked a lot. I bared my soul to her, telling her everything. She told me about her life, her likes and the fact that she was a lesbian. She told me I could stay if I wanted, I didn’t have to sleep with her, if I didn’t want to.

I didn’t, we were living together for two weeks before I gave her my first willing sober girl on girl kiss. Her lips were soft, her kiss was sweet. We kiss like a kiss of innocence, undemanding, unexpected, unencumbered. I think that was the point of no return for me. I was falling in love with this beautiful ebony woman.

The first night we made love, it was in her bedroom. Her bed was in the middle of the room surrounded by mirrors with candles lit gümüşhane escort surrounding the bedroom. It accentuated my stark white skin against her ebony body. It had such an erotic glow. We made love that night. I willingly ate and sucked her beautiful black firm tits and hairless black cunt with its deep red pussy lips.

I sucked her cunt to her urging and instruction and was rewarded with a gusher of sweet girl cum in my mouth, throat and belly. Jacie rolled me over and made love to me sucking my firm large tits and my very white dark haired cunt. Jacie made me cum harder than any man has ever. I was totally drained.

The next morning we made love again with me initiating by waking her up with my mouth attached to her beautiful bald black pussy. Jacie reciprocated by giving me another massive climax.

Later we talked, Jacie asked me how I liked her bald pussy. I answered truthfully that I had never before seen one and I couldn’t understand how it was so smooth. She then told me about her business as a dominatrix, she is also a tattoo artist. She does piercings and permanent hair removal mostly for models, male and female. A process called electrolysis.

Jacie further explained that it was a painless procedure that was done over several appointments. She added that she would do the same for me only if I wished to do it.

I loved the look so I asked her to remove my pussy hair. That day she shaved me bald. The following day she started with the process of permanently removing all my pussy and armpit hair. Over the course of a month, my pussy and armpits were smooth as a newborn baby and had no bumps or rash.

I love Jacie so much and I wanted to pay her back by working for her. I worked as her assistant in the tattoo and piercing shop and when she had private dominatrix sessions. It was in the tattoo shop that I saw my first pierced cocks and pussies.

I don’t care much for cock any more, most are attached to some arrogant assholes that treat women like fuck meat. I have seen a few very well endowed ones that got my juices flowing and Jacie and I would take a break to put out the flames.

Sometimes Jacie would ream out my pussy with a strap on dildo. Over time she kept banging my pussy with larger and larger ones until I am now comfortable with a nine in dildo called the mule.

I love Jacie and would do anything for her. Eventually, I asked Jacie to pierce both my tits and cunt. A term I became comfortable with in conversation. Jacie doesn’t call me a cunt, in fact she has never used demeaning terms with me except in conversation.

Jacie loves and respects me as I do her.

So here I am, Living with my black lesbian dominatrix I’m completely happy, denuded of all body hair, my thirty-six inch tits are pierced with sterling silver rings as well as my navel and cunt lips. I also wear a fine chain that connects both cunt lips together then passes through my navel ring to attach to another chain that is connected to both of my tits.

I might mention that one unique feature of my tits are the very large pointy nipples that look as if Gerber used them izmir escort to mold baby bottle nipples.

Lately Jacie has had me wearing teardrop shaped weights to both my nipples and cunt lips. Causing my cunt lips to stretch and become sensitive to the vibrations from the weights clanging together.

In the shop I stay in the back because Jacie likes me to dress in very short dresses that are low cut. My tits are exposed and the hem so high that my stretched weighted cunt lips are exposed for anyone to see.

It helps the guys get hard for their Prince Albert piercings. A lot of the chicks dig it and curiously ask a lot of questions.

I used to be very embarrassed about my near nudity but, because of Jacie’s loving undemanding ways, I learned to accept it and in fact I love knowing I turn them on and Jacie will protect me.

We had one particular customer, a very large black man that kept begging Jacie to let him fuck me. Jacie told me that he brings her a lot of business but the choice to fuck him would have to be mine.

It started out slow, with him touching and fondling my tits and cunt while he was getting tattoo work done. One day he asked me to suck his cock. So I thought why not? This is a good way to see if it will change what Jacie and I have.

His cock was huge, I could barely hold it in one hand. When I put him in my mouth I actually split the corner of my lips. When he came he dumped so much cum I couldn’t swallow it all fast enough.

He didn’t come back for a few weeks. My life with Jacie never changed. She is the kindest sweetest most gentle understanding person I ever knew.

Three weeks later he returned for Jacie to finish filling in some color on his arm. After she was done he looked at me and asked if I’d like to try and fit his immense fuck stick in my cunt.

I agreed and he instructed me to climb up and place his cock at the entrance to my cunt and lower myself at my own pace. I positioned his cock at the entrance to my cunt and started rubbing him back and forth through my wet glistening cunt slit.

My large stretched cunt lips were lathering his cock shaft with my flowing juices. I forgot to mention, my cunt lips now resemble slabs of pink German bologna hanging down past my outer labia.

My god I said he was huge, but wow, I never felt so stretched. Jacie fucks me with a nine in strap on and it fills me but this cock is nearly splitting me in two. I slowly moved up and down, taking more and more of his big black cock into my very white totally grossly stretched cunt.

After what seemed like an hour, with beads of sweat rolling off my body and my girl juices coating his mammoth spear, I finally bottomed out. I looked down at the juncture of his pelvis and mine, realizing this black man’s cock is deeper in my body than anyone has ever been.

I started bouncing up and down riding that huge black cock like a princess on a black steed. I was Cumming in rivers, the suction noises of our coupling driving me over the crest of a full on total climax when suddenly he grabs my waist pushing me down while he bellows out and empties his baby making loads of potent black sperm into my unprotected white cunt.

I rolled off of him and stumbled into the back room where I laid down and passed out with his sperm swimming around in my fertile womb. Not knowing at that moment that I was pregnant with his black bastard child.

The end of part one

My Journey – Chapter 2

A/N– Please enjoy this story of life, discovery and love. This is a multi-chapter at times a slow burn story. Let’s call the slow burn elements background and character building. Thank you for your previous comments, I am humbled. I will continue to try and improve the story for your reading pleasure. KAD

Katherine

I love my job as an Army Nurse. When I was first assigned to the hospital in mid-October 1984 after completing the Army Nurse Corps Officer Basic Course, I was working on the Medical-Surgical ward as do most new Army Nurses. The nurse to patient ratio was about eight to one. It wasn’t difficult or tedious, it was good, hard work and it was serious, treating soldiers and family members, adults and children, as well as some retirees that lived in the local community. I would always ask my nurse manager for the most challenging patients, I wanted to get better as a nurse.

I had been assigned to the Med-Surg unit for three months. After a meeting with my nurse manager and the manager of the PCU, I was to be moved there. The leadership saw how my clinical skills were not being challenged with the Med-Surg patients.

That move would need to be approved and would happen in two weeks. Major Spells, the manager of the Med-Surg floor told me I deserved the acuity move up as my skills were really good. I would start on the midnight shift, rotating out to a new shift every two weeks.

And so it was set. We work two weeks of a shift, midnights, then afternoons, then day shift, a few days off after each shift then we start again. I am fine with that type of schedule.

The patients in the PCU were higher in need than those in the Med-Surg but didn’t need constant care like in an ICU. That was my goal, to be an ICU nurse.

The PCU unit here has 18 patient beds and the unit is usually full. We always had three nurses and three LPN’s on staff.

Professionally I was doing well, now personally, I took another step growing out of the shell per se.

On March 1st of ’85, I moved out of the BOQ’s on post and decided to get my own apartment. Plus they were filling up with more female officers and I was slightly more senior. Therefore, I got a second floor apartment in Hinesville; it was a nice newer place. There was a faux balcony but the slider looked out over the parking lot and when I opened the door, there was a nice breeze that helped keep the place cool in the spring, so far.

I finished my second month working on the PCU when Major Johnson-Hall, my unit manager, brought me into her office and wanted to speak with me. I was immediately worried.

We discussed how things were, how the shifts were, especially how hard midnight shifts were, and how I felt I was getting along with everyone. She wanted to let me know from what she heard from the other nurses and peers. Apparently, I was a pleasure to work with and was doing great work. She just wanted to give me some feedback and I deserved it. I was very appreciative and when our meeting completed, I headed home.

I got home around 7:15 that morning and decided I would shower when I woke up. I stripped to my panties and a t-shirt and just as I lay down I heard my phone ring. I considered answering it but let the answering machine pick it up.

“Hey Katherine! Her voice was soft, “I love you still from now until the end of eternity. I hope you love me the same. I will call at 6:15 tonight. Bye!”

Ohh my dear Mary Beth how loving she is, I missed seeing, holding and kissing her so much.

This current string of midnight shifts, working 10pm – 6am was wearing on me and I had one to go until my ‘long weekend’ which would be Thursday, Friday and Saturday. I would then switch to the afternoon shift on Sunday. Far easier on a sleep schedule as it was 2pm -10pm. Things like getting my hair done, shopping, exercising at the fitness center, running, and well just a sense of normality were so much easier when working afternoon’s.

I woke up around 2:00 pm on Wednesday, got dressed and headed to the fitness center on post for a hard workout and then a shorter; 3 miles run, keeping myself in the best shape possible. Ninety minutes later I was dripping sweat. I jumped into my Cj7 Jeep and headed home. Walking in the door, I turned on the radio, Rock FM 101.1, and jumped into the shower, stripping off my top, sports bra, spandex and shorts letting the shower rinse out the sweat.

When I got out of the shower, I hung my running clothes to dry, I threw on panties, shorts and a fresh t-shirt then opened the slider letting some fresh air in as I fixed my food. I laughed to myself not knowing what meal you call it when eating breakfast food at 4 o’clock in the afternoon.

I sat down with two eggs over-easy, wheat toast with a little jam, and a bowl of cottage cheese and strawberries. I needed the protein fix. I heard a car door close but went about my breakfast. I thought I heard some folks talking van escort outside in the parking lot.

Simple Minds was playing, Don’t You Forget About Me from the Breakfast Club movie. I had seen it, it was cute. I remembered thinking back, which character best represents me, if any. I was so straight laced in high school. Then my door buzzer for my apartment rang.

Thinking to myself, who would be visiting me, they must have the wrong apartment.

The advantage of a parking lot facing slider is that I could look out and get a glimpse of who was at the main outside entrance. I peered out not seeing anyone, and then heard the buzzer again. I walked to the control panel, which was near the front door and pressed ‘Talk.’

“Yes? Who is it?”

Then it heard it, a soft breathy voice “MB”

“MB! What!” I yelped. I was in shock.

I pressed the button allowing access, grabbed my keys that hang on the hook, opened the door and ran down the short hall, then turned. As I was about to head down the steps I saw her walking up the steps.

I collapsed, falling to one knee in a blubbering, crying mess. She squealed my name seeing me, as she now ran up the final steps to the second floor landing. I felt her arms around me pulling me up, standing and hugging each other.

We stood at the top of the steps in the empty hallway just hugging. “Inside please quickly Kathie.”

I broke the hug, “Yes, yes.”

I refused to let go of her hand as we walked a very short distance to my apartment. Mary Beth whispered in my ear to hurry us as I jammed the key into the lock and opened the door.

We were barely in my apartment when we both wrapped our arms around each other and softly kissed each other. Our kiss deepened, and then I broke away.

“What are you doing here?” I hugged her again, “I mean don’t get me wrong I am elated but…” I pulled her into a hug again then let go. Pushing her back slightly.

“Let me look at you.”

“Kath, I am here through Sunday. I have a flight home on Sunday afternoon. I had some time off and needed to see you.”

We slowly kissed again. “What time do you work tonight?”

I was able to stop my tears of joy. “I work from 10-6 so I leave here at 9:20 and am usually home by 6:30 or 6:45. But then I am off until Sunday afternoon.”

I paused, this playfully slapped her shoulder. “Mary Beth, you know my schedule and purposely planned this, didn’t you?”

She just started smiling and pulled me into a hug. “Yes Katherine because I love you and you are mine and only mine from now until the end of eternity.”

“Well then” I took her hand. “We have a few hours before you go to sleep and I leave for work.”

We walked hand in hand down the hall as I led her to my bedroom. We immediately fell onto the bed kissing each other. Our hands roaming each other’s body. Mary Beth’s touch was light, her fingers caressing my arms.

I pulled back from my kiss and smiled saying, “MB, baby, this is the happiest I have been in months, this moment, here, now.”

I slowly rolled on top of her as her hands cupped my face. I lowered my lips coming in contact with hers. I felt her hands move up my arms to my shoulders, then to my scalp.

“Please, yes please.” Breaking her kiss, I felt her fingers run through my hair, scraping my scalp. “MB ohh what you do to me.”

I felt my nipples harden pressing against my t-shirt. I needed to feel her; I needed to feel her gentle touch and her warm skin against mine.

I sat up, her hands breaking contact with my head; I moved my fingers to the bottom of her beautiful powder blue button up blouse. It was then I realized what a pretty color this blouse was and frankly the first I noticed what she was wearing.

I slowly started unbuttoning her blouse, from the bottom button up. She looked into my eyes, biting her lower lip. I smiled as my fingers felt her skin for the first time in months. I moved to the next button, slow methodical and yes teasing her. I moved my fingers further up, with three buttons remaining closed.

The next undone and as I opened pulled her blouse open I exposed the bottom of her lacy bra. I bent down and kissed her skin then licked down to her belly button kissing my way back up.

Her scent filled my nose as I unbuttoned another button exposing more of her lace covered breasts.

She started breathing heavier; she was slowly moving her head from side to side. “Please Kath, no more teasing; I have waited for months, not touching myself, waiting for you and you alone.”

I pulled back in surprise. “Baby, never stop, but promise you will think of me and me alone.”

I knew I needed to please her. I was a woman on a mission now. She came all this way to see me. But I wanted to be loving, not too aggressive, for now.

Another button undone and her bra encased breasts were almost fully exposed; I started kissing her firm mounds, my nose in the valley between her breasts. Her hands yalova escort now on my head, her breathing intensified.

“Fuck” she cursed softly, “No more teasing please.” Her hands left my head unbuttoning the last button. Her movements were swift as she tried to sit up, pulling her blouse off and wrestling with her bra.

MB reached up kissing me deeply while wrapping her hands around my back then moved them slowly to my head, pulling my mouth down to her left breast. I kissed around and under her breast. I teased her nipple with my lips. I gently sucked her red hard bud. As I released it from my mouth, I nipped at the hardened raspberry sized bud dragging my teeth against it.

MB moaned in pleasure lifting her bum off the bed pressing her still clothed lower body against me. I kissed down her body as her hand gripped my hair, almost her hand hurriedly pushing me to her womanhood.

I paused, “Someone is still a bit overdressed.” I stopped kissing, allowing my hands to now roam over her hips, then come underneath cupping her ass. MB squealed in desire.

Her hands left my head coming to the front of her jeans as she hurriedly unbuttoned them pulling her zipper down. I gripped her jeans pulling them down frantically and as quickly as possible exposing her lace covered mons and bare legs.

“You are heaven and a picture of beauty.” I said as I lowered my head kissing her pubic mound. “I can’t wait any longer MB” I said as I quickly pulled her panties off, tossing them aside.

I was impatient as I kissed her closely trimmed landing strip as my hands spread her legs in an assertive manner. My finger moved, spreading her wet outer lips. Kissing down I pressed my nose against her bud and inhaled deeply. Her aroma and sweet flavor now drove my passion while realizing I was soaking my own panties.

I waited no longer, I flattened my tongue and licked down as far as I could reach then cupping her bum, I lifted her body gaining full access, and I pulled her into my mouth piercing her pussy with my tongue.

This was paradise, kissing the most intimate of places of the woman I love, feeling her wetness, tasting her sweet honey, knowing I was bringing her the pleasure she not only desired but deserved. Up and down, around her inner lips, then circling her clit, sucking it gently, then with my tongue , I attempted a final act of pleasuring her as I spelt out my name, letter by letter, licking her clit.

Her scream of passion was the trigger, one final time I pushed my tongue as deep as I could into her trying to fill her. The bed shook; she moaned my name, her hands grabbed at the base of my hair pulling me deeper. A final loud moan as her orgasm over took her, her honey flowing wetting my face, filling my heart and soul with love and happiness. I drank her in, knowing we were one again.

I kissed up her body, leaving a final kiss in the valley of her breasts then moved up, rolling over flat on my back, pulling her into a lover’s snuggle. Smiling as I listened to her breath sounds calm as we were one again. I was whole again as I made love the only woman I would ever love.

We lay there, just snuggling when she finally spoke. Gently, softly, she kissed my still shirt covered body, “You are my everything Katherine, my Kath.”

I was startled awake when I felt her roll away from me. I opened my eyes to see the most beautiful naked woman walking into the bedroom.

Moments later she returned, “I found my panties but they were wet, I can’t find my bra. It seems someone tossed it across the room in haste.” She smiled and laid down curling into her favorite spot.

I kissed her cheek, “MB did you call your parents letting them know you arrived safely?” I felt her head move up and down.

“They know. I told them I was couch surfing with you these three days. They want pictures from us visiting historic Savannah.”

“Then that is what we will do. And we can then go to Tybee Island.” I suggested, “If I can get a little sleep when I get done with my shift we can go okay?”

Mary Beth kissed my cheek, telling me she would make me some dinner as she interrupted my breakfast when she showed up unexpectedly. I was instructed to go take a shower and allow her to “serve and minister to her favorite Army Nurse”.

I was as giddy as Will and Erin were every Christmas morning as Mary Beth made us dinner and sat there holding hands, both just smiling.

My shift lasted for forever. This was the first time in my Army career that I had someone to go home to. I was extremely impatient. It was still dark as I pulled into the apartment parking lot, sunrise wasn’t for another hour. I was excited to be home as I knew Mary Beth would be there, in my apartment, in my bed.

My heart beat quicker, my smile wide, my face joyful but my body tired for a full evening’s work. I hoped she wouldn’t pick up on that or be upset.

As quietly as I could, I took up the steps to the apartment. I opened the door çorlu escort quietly remembering Mary Beth liked to sleep in sometimes but was surprised when I saw her sitting in the living room, reading a book. She smiled, put the book down and stood to greet me. With a smile and a soft kiss on my lips, I wrapped my arms around her.

“I could get used to this MB.” We kissed again and I pulled back. “MB I am sorry, I really am but, I need a shower and a little sleep before we go anywhere. Please.”

She kissed me and walked me back to the bedroom. I saw a t-shirt and a fresh pair of panties sitting out. I noticed the sheets were changed and laundered. As I stripped, Mary Beth walked out of the room and into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on; I tossed my nursing whites into the hamper.

She walked out of the bathroom telling me that if I needed anything I was to let her know as she would be in the living room.

“Please leave my uniforms; I will get them later this week before work on Sunday afternoon.”

I showered and dressed in the t-shirt she left for me, forgoing the panties. As I lay down on the bed, I called to her. “MB, baby? Would you mind lying with me for a few minutes?”

I laughed when I heard a playful noise from her then the stomping of her feet as she scampered to me. I then felt the mattress shift as she became the big spoon.

“Wake me at 10:00. I don’t want to sleep too long; I want to visit with you.”

I felt her hands holding me gently, her fingers running through my hair. Sleep overtook me.

I woke but not with the sound of a voice or an alarm. I woke with the feeling of soft kisses on my stomach, navel and my recently neatly trimmed pubic mound. I moaned softly only hearing that I wasn’t to move.

“This is all mine Kath, please let me love you.”

And love me she did, bringing me to several body shaking and mind shattering orgasms, and a high that seemed to not stop.

Once I calmed down and relaxed, I begged her with not only my eyes but my hands pulling her up to my curling against me in a moment of tenderness.

“MB, what you just did was the most amazing extension of your sexual love for me I have ever felt.” I kissed her once more, “mine and mine alone for now until the end of eternity.”

We finally got out of bed just before lunchtime. After showering again and dressing we headed out to lunch, a local BBQ place that was just outside of Hinesville in the town of Pembroke.

We drove around with the top off my Jeep, seeing the sights of Savannah, Tybee Island and the coast of Georgia. We were cautious in public, not touching or holding hands, we didn’t kiss. We didn’t need to because we knew we loved each other.

On Saturday when we first returned from historic Savannah, MB declared my apartment a “t-shirt and panties only” uniform or zone. In my apartment and behind closed doors we were free to share our love for each other expressing it in different ways, from a simple touch, to a kiss, to making love.

At times, we laughed so hard that we almost peed on my couch. What really mattered? We were with each other, that’s all we cared about.

During our time together, Mary Beth shared how she enjoyed her job working in the finance office at the School of Pharmacy. She recounted how she had landed a job immediately after I left. I loved listening to how smart she was and the responsibilities she was given in working with the incoming students for tuition challenges and assisting them with budgets.

Saturday night was depressing, sad, but also very enjoyable. We made passionate love into the early morning hours of Sunday. We fell asleep in each other’s arms with a promise again that we were committed to each other for eternity.

We both cried when I dropped her off at the airport Sunday. It was around 11:00 that I kissed her, knowing I had about a 45 minute’s drive back to the apartment, the change for my shift.

I held her as long as I could. The tender touches of her finger leaving mine threw me into a sudden fit of tears.

Mary Beth cupped my face in her hands and whispered, “Hold that passion and love deep in your heart until I see you again in September.”

With a final kiss on the lips, I pulled away heading home. Then to the hospital for my shift; two weeks of afternoon shift on the PCU. I was extremely sad but I smiled the whole time, refreshed knowing the woman I loved, loved me just as much.

***

September 1985

My alarm woke me Thursday morning like any other of my recent typical mornings but this morning’s alarm was different; special. Not only because I was only working half of the day today but I was also going home for a long weekend and my first time home since graduating college, passing my boards and leaving for the Army.

I was on the training rotation this week away from my normal duties at the PCU. Today was a non- PT day but I love running. I put on my running clothes, sports bra, spandex, t-shirt, shorts and shoes, and then grabbed my cassette player with my running mixed tape and headphones for my listening pleasure while on my run. Leaving my apartment, I glanced in the hallway mirror and smiled and hoped that MB would recognize me with slightly shorter hair.

(Hi Readers! Sorry it’s been so long between posts. Some Things Happened. But all is well and I should have plenty of time to write in the near future.)

1.

When I walked into the living room Ginny was curled up on the sofa and my Mistress was on the chair across from her. The lighting was dim and I could feel a charge in the air. Ginny was holding a brandy snifter with both hands, peering out over the rim with hooded eyes, like she was a little afraid of me.

No one said anything for a bit. Then my Mistress broke the silence. “The thing about Sam here is…” she said, talking slowly, choosing Her words carefully, “she’s very caring. There’s nothing she loves more in life than making people feel good. Isn’t that right, Sam?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, posing with one hand on my hip, pushing my chest out.

“Ginny,” continued my Mistress, “would you like Sam to make you feel good?”

I could see Ginny wrestling inwardly. It was all there in her eyes: She’d been repressing her true desires all her life, and now here she was being offered the services of — if you’ll excuse my saying so — a beautiful young girl. Could she shed her inhibitions and let herself have this?

Finally she seemed to make up her mind. She trabzon escort took a sip from her glass and nodded. “Yes,” she said quietly but firmly. “Yes, I would like that.”

* * *

I took the glass from Ginny’s hand and sat it down. Then I kissed her — a full-on, A-plus kiss with lots of tongue. She moaned and I felt something shift inside her, like the cage that had been holding her true self in had been opened. She kissed me back forcefully, pulling me closer with one hand and returning my tongue action with interest.

When she let me go I smiled at her and bent forward to whisper in her ear. “Just relax,” I said, then began to nibble on her earlobe as she leaned back against the couch. From there I made my way down her neck and across her shoulder to where her heaving bosom was straining against her dress.

At first glance I had found Ginny decidedly unsexy. But now that we were so close — I could smell her, feel her trembling, her breath warm on my neck — I realized that she was a sweet, sensuous, succulent female creature. I was no longer doing a good deed; I was doing what I wanted.

2.

I pulled the top of Ginny’s dress down to reveal a bulky, unflattering bra that must have tunceli escort been 20 years old. As I reached around to unhook it I caught a strong waft of perfume mixed with sweat, making my nostrils flare. It took me a few seconds to get the bra off, and once I did I impulsively threw it into the fire. Ginny could do with a trip to Miranda’s Garden, I thought.

Ginny’s breasts were far from perfect — a little saggy and slightly asymmetrical — but they were beautiful nonetheless. I lavished them with care, licking all around before concentrating on the nipples, as Ginny moaned and whimpered softly.

When I moved down to kiss Ginny’s navel she quivered delightfully. I looked over at my Mistress, whose eyes were shining in the darkness as she watched. She favored me with a wink as I returned my attention to the matter at hand.

Ginny was putty in my hands now. I stood her up and helped her out of her dress, leaving her just in off-white granny panties. As I began to pull them down I was hit with an overpowering wave of womanly musk. Ginny was very, very, very aroused.

I planted a kiss on Ginny’s dark-brown bush and gently eased her back onto the couch. The panties followed her bra into the fire uşak escort — I enjoyed the way the flames flared as the fabric caught.

Gripping Ginny’s knees, I slowly spread her legs. As I gazed at her glistening pink pussy I found myself thinking of that painting “The Origin of the World.” Truly, every vagina is beautiful in its own way.

The look of anticipation on Ginny’s face was priceless — her lips were parted, her eyes wide, her expression almost frightened. I smiled at her as I took up a comfortable position between her legs.

I hate to blow my own horn, but I did some amazing work on Ginny that day. By the time I was done with her she’d come more and harder, I was sure, than she ever had before. For a minute she just lay there glassy-eyed as I flopped down on the couch next to her, looking over at my Mistress, who nodded approvingly.

But some switch inside Ginny had been flipped and suddenly she was on me, pulling off my top, sucking my tits as she finger-fucked me. Soon she was down between my legs, devouring me with all the passion of pent-up decades. I wrapped my legs around her head and rode her for all I was worth. She had no technique but plenty of feeling and I came on her face more than once before she came up for air.

3.

When Ginny finally left that night — naked under her dress — she was a changed person, I’m sure of it. I felt different too. After servicing my Mistress I fell asleep feeling a great sense of personal accomplishment, wondering what tomorrow might bring.

Vibe Check: “Take One To The Head”- Sabrina Claudio

“I got you something,” I say as I enter the bedroom, “go ahead and take a look.”

You look at me excitedly from the place you lounge on the bed. Your silk robe falls from your shoulder as you move to look under the side. I catch a glimpse of the way your white lace bra molds to the shape of your breast. I sink my teeth into the fullness of my bottom lip at the sight.

“What is it?!” You exclaim with an eager smile.

“Well why don’t you open it and find out,” I say with an amused smirk as you pause looking back at me, “we’ll go on then”.

You remove the blood red bow from the box you’ve set in your lap and remove the lid. I lean against the doorframe and watch your eyes light up as what lies inside comes into view. I’ve been anticipating your reaction since I bought it. You shift your gaze to me and I know you can see the fire in my eyes now.

“A vibrator?” You say more than state.

I chuckle as I step further into the room and begin to remove my coat. You trail your eyes over the length of me. I’ve bought the black lingerie especially for the occasion as well. The garter at my thighs tugs against my stockings as I move across the floor slowly.

“Yes” I croon back to you, “I want to watch you use it.”

Your mouth parts as you gasp softly. I know I’ve taken you by surprise.

“And if you’re a good girl I might even touch you myself.”

Your cheeks flush at that. I can see your chest rise and fall quickly as your once steady breathing turns to labored breaths. I don’t blame you though. I feel it too. I can feel it in the slickness between my thighs. I feel it in the way my nipples scrape against my bra.

I grab the black leather armchair in the corner of the room and drag it to the edge of the bed. The foot of it makes a sharp scraping sound as I do. Your eyes follow me as I sit down and look at you expectantly. I can see your nerves flutter through your limbs.

“Take the robe off sweetheart,” I instruct as I trace my finger against my lips, “and lay back so I can see you.”

You do as your told and lay back against the pillows. Your hair fans out around you. You look beautiful. I tell you as much. Your long legs and the way your breasts are arched forward from the angle you’re inclined at have my mouth watering at the sight of you.

You wait patiently for my instructions. I sit in silence and let the anticipation build. I run a finger idly over my clavicle, over the swell of my breast, down to toy with the satin that covers them. You watch my fingers hungrily. Your intense concentration on my cleavage has me thinking about how I want to proceed with this. It almost makes reconsider the position you’re in now just so I can see you move to crawl between my thighs and take one of my nipples into the pretty pink of your mouth. Another time I muse to myself.

“I want you to touch yourself,” I reiterate firmly, “the way you touch yourself when you’re all alone in this bed and thinking of me.”

I see the mix of excitement and nerves wash over your face. I would never ask you to do something wildly out of your comfort zone. Something just enough to push the boundaries a little. Something I know you’ve never tried but you’d enjoy nonetheless.

The toy sits on the right side of the bed. Its weight lies heavy and promising against the softness of your comforter. I can’t wait to see it tease the urfa escort softness of your skin. We stare at each other as I wait for you to make your first move.

You keep the eye contact between us as you lightly trail your fingers up over your arms. You run them over the creamy skin of your neck to your chest. I can see the skin there flush to match the color that still paints your cheeks. I plan to feel the warmth burning there beneath my tongue later.

You close your eyes as your hands move to your stomach, your palms flat against it and I can see the quake of your muscles rippling just beneath the surface. I watch as you clench your thighs together as you palm them too. I wonder what sensual thoughts dance behind your closed lids as you do. What am I doing to you in that sexy mind of yours?

You skim your hands back up to your breasts and squeeze them fully. A soft moans leaves your lips and I feel my body answering it. You move to pull the cups of your bra down to free them but I call you to halt before you do. You freeze in your tracks.

“Leave them,” my voice rises over the music in the background, “you know that’s not what I’m asking for.”

You look at me and I try to keep the humor off of my face at your annoyed look. You’re death glare is quickly foregone as you move your hands back down to your underwear. Your fingers skim the front of them before you press a quick circle against your clit through the fabric. You throw your head back at the friction and it’s a feeling I know well. It elicits the same response from me whenever I use my fingers as I think of you.

I can see the dark stain of your arousal seep against the material as you apply pressure to relieve the ache that’s steadily throbbing there. You slide your fingers beneath the lace that covers you and I can see the shadow of them through it as you rub up and down the lips of your pussy. I stare in awe as your middle and index sink down to collect your arousal only to bring it back up to swipe against your clit. I want you to repeat the action on my own.

You draw slow circles at first, increasing the pace as you succumb deeper to the heat in the room. Your other hand rhythmically tightens around your breast. The white of your teeth gnaw at you bottom lip and I can hear you sigh as you exhale a breath. Your head burrows into the pillow as you arch up to meet your hands.

“The enough sweetheart,” I interrupt your exploration, “The toy.”

You look to your left where the vibrator sits before meeting my eyes again. You pick it up and turn it on. It comes to life with a buzz and I can feel my heartbeat quicken. I can feel how drenched my underwear become at the fruition of this fantasy come to life.

You let out a deep moan as you press it against you. Your eyes sink to slits as you peer over at me and I decide to amp up the tension between us one step further.

“Describe to me how it feels.”

You start to go into detail and as a reward I lean back further into my chair and place the bottom of my heels on the edge of the bed. I watch as you take in the glint of the wetness that coats my thighs. I make a show of teasing my own breasts before I drop my hand to rub against myself. I voice my approval and you grind yourself firmly against the vibrator as I touch myself for you in return.

I command you with my eyes to keep watching me as I work my fingers over my pussy. sivas escort I can hear your whimpers and I know you’re close. I know I’m close too. I can feel the ache low in my stomach growing. The need in me demanding to be satiated. I’ve had enough. I’m done waiting.

I rise from my spot and place my hands and knees on the bed as I begin to crawl towards you. My breasts and hips sway as I stalk my way to your parted legs. I lean down and begin to trail soft kisses up your calf to your knee. I catch my bottom lip against the skin of your thigh as I drag it over the suppleness I find there. I nip at it and earn another whimper from you.

The higher I bring my mouth the more I can feel the vibration of the toy rippling along your body. I can hear the constant buzz of it ring loudly against my ear now. I can smell the sweet scent of your arousal as I meet the hem of your panties. I pause to look at where the matte black wand meets your dripping pussy and I smile up at you.

I continue kissing my ascent upwards.

My tongue slips out against the curve of your breast before tracing up your neck. I straddle one of your thighs and hold the other one to my waist as I drop myself down against you. I angle myself forward so my knee meets your center and trap the toy against you. You writhe against me and I grind in response to the sight of you beneath me.

“Feel good baby?” I hum against your ear as I nip at it.

I capture your lips with mine as I continue my movements against you. I open your mouth and slide my tongue into it. I can taste the remnants of your chapstick as you hungrily kiss me back. Our tongues clash against each other and I’m desperate to repeat the actions of my tongue with my head between your thighs.

I can feel the vibrator tickle my hip and the wetness you’re leaving on my thigh. I pull away to remove the toy from your hands before clicking it off and tossing it to the side. I move down to meet your breasts with a gentle bite of my teeth before pulling down the cup of your bra. I take your full breast in my hand and hold it in place as I wrap my lips around your nipple. I circle my tongue around it before softly tugging against it. I can feel the bud move against my tongue and it turns me on even more. I lavish your other nipple with the same attention before making my way down to the v of your thighs.

I kiss along the hem of your underwear before nudging you to lift yourself up so I can pull them off of you. I’m instantly greeted with the pink of your pussy and how it shines with the evidence of the arousal I’ve created there. I kiss around it teasingly knowing where you need my mouth the most. I sneak my tongue out against the crease of your thigh and have to place a hand firmly against you to stop you from bucking against me.

I give into my craving and place my mouth fully over you, dragging my tongue up your slit. We both moan in unison at the contact.

I work my mouth against you and wrap my arms around your thighs to hold you to me. I love the way you curse under your breathe as I explore you. I can feel your arousal coat my chin and cheeks. It drives me to devour you further.

I move my attention to your clit and swipe my tongue back and forth over it. I can feel you undulating against me now. I reach up to bring your hand to my face and suck two of your fingers into my mouth. I coat them with my saliva before tekirdağ escort I guide them to replace where my tongue has just been. I repeat the action of my mouth and wet my fingers before slowly inserting one inside you.

I move it in and out testing how ready you are to take it and it moves easily through your tight hole. I add another finger and you buck against my hand.

I raise to lay beside you so I can watch our hands work you over together. I set a steady rhythm before I turn your face to me. We kiss each other furiously. I can feel more wetness hotly from you.

“Grab the toy,” I whisper against your ear.

Without hesitation you do as you’re told and replace your fingers with it. I can feel your muscles clench around my mine as I increase the pace and force of their thrusts. The slick slap where we collide echoes throughout the room. You’re moaning loudly for me and the realization is heady.

“Such a good girl for me,” I praise, “the way you take my fingers. I bet you were waiting for me all day for me to fuck you weren’t you, you horny little thing.”

You nod your head but I don’t need the action to know the answer to my question. I knew the second I walked into your apartment that you were ready. I could see it the moment I stood at your doorway and saw you waiting for me in your lingerie. I’d been just as ready as you.

“I’m going to make you cum all over my mouth. When I do I want to hear you thanking me for letting you cum. So are you ready for me to make you cum?” I ghost my lips over your mouth and twist my fingers into you at just the right angle.

“Please,” you answer in a high-pitched whine.

“I think you can do better then that,” I admonish before biting your lip, “let me hear you beg.”

“Please let me cum baby.”

I slide down to you and knock the vibrator from your hand before burying my face between your thighs with abandon. Your hands grip my hair roughly as I alternative between sucking on your clit and thrusting my tongue into you. You grind against me and moan loudly. I impale you on my fingers while I ravish your clit. You’re frantically rocking against me now. I can feel your feet press against my back and your thighs come to rest up against my ears. I move my hands up to squeeze your breasts and you arch into them.

Your hips are moving against me now in uneven rocks and you voice you’re going to cum.

“Fuck right there,” you mewl, “oh fuck right there baby.”

So I stay right where you need me. I look up to watch your body pulse and tense. One of your hands has a death grip on the sheets and the nails of your other scratch against my scalp. I propel my body further upwards for a better angle that grants me further access to you. With a final hum of my voice your body lifts from the bed and you’re cumming.

I can feel every limb of yours go taught. You’ve sat up to curl yourself around me while both of your hands hold me firmly to you. For a moment I can’t breathe. A wave of wetness rushes into my mouth and I swallow it greedily. You writhe once more as I lick up everything your body has given me before you fall back onto the bed with a soft bounce. I look up to you and smile in satisfaction. I’ll gladly do this every day. I love second of it.

I climb to your side and you’re breathing heavily. I place a hand into of your chest so that I can rest my chin there and look at you. You crack an eye open to meet my gaze before pulling me up to kiss you. I know you can taste yourself on my tongue and it ignites a vicious thrum between my thighs. Before I can grasp what’s happening you flip me so that you’re straddling my thighs. You grab the vibrator and look down at me wickedly.

“My turn.”

Two roommates sent a picture of themselves on a beach to me and asked for a story last month. I’ve been thinking about this one since then and finally wrote it down.

Scene 116: Sex with the Absent Roommate

The scene opens with a cute blonde coed sleeping in a twin bed, covered by a plain sheet. Her roommate is getting dressed in a hurry. The roommate has on a very short skirt and tennis shoes. We watch her put on a sexy, red bra and then a cropped shirt. On the nightstand is a clock showing 7:35 and a picture of the two girls posing on the beach in front of a sand castle. The brunette grabs her keys and leans over and kisses the sleeping girl on the cheek.

Tracy slowly rolls over and stretches her arms up towards the brunette. Mandy leans over again and kisses her on the lips. Tracy opens her eyes and looks surprised. “Why are you dressed?”

“Because I have to hurry to get to class.”

What happened to our morning sex? I always want it in the morning.”

“I’m sorry, babe, but look at the time. You didn’t set the alarm last night, and we overslept.”

“Shit! It must’ve been those extra glasses of wine last night.” She smiles. “I had a wonderful time licking you. I love you.”

Mandy gives her a long, sexy kiss. “I love you, too. We’ll have fun when I get back. I promise.”

Tracy reaches out of the bed and puts her hand under Mandy’s skirt. We can tell that she’s reached between her things and is caressing her ass. “You should skip the first class. I want to play with your pussy.”

Mandy steps back. “Can’t. We have a test in in the first class, and we have a team presentation in the second.” As she exits the room, she calls “I’ll be back after lunch. Wear something sexy for me!” She lifts the back of her skirt to show off a colorful thong to Tracy. “Here’s something for you to be thinking of while I’m gone.”

After she leaves, Tracy stretches and kicks back the sheet covering her. She has a white pajama top and bottom. She stretches again and walks into the bathroom. She brushes her teeth and turns on the shower. She takes off her top, folds it neatly, and places it on the countertop; she’s not wearing anything under her kütahya escort top. Her bottoms come off next, and she places them with her top. Finally, she removes her skimpy white panties and puts them into the laundry basket. She tests the water, but it’s still too cold, and she stands and waits for it to warm up.

After the water reaches a comfortable temperature, she enters the shower and washes her body with a washcloth and liquid soap. Her hand lingers on her pussy, but only for a moment. She turns off the water when she’s rinsed and steps out of the shower and dries off. She hangs the towel back up precisely and takes her pjs to her room and puts them into a drawer. She walks to the kitchen to get some coffee, but Mandy didn’t have time to make any. She turns on the coffee maker and then walks back to her bedroom.

On the way, she passes the mirror that covers an entire wall of her dining room. She stops to admire her breasts. She turns around and pinches her butt for firmness. She turns back around and smiles at her reflection. Her hand reaches up and traces her mouth. It’s as if she’s focused far away. Her other hand reaches out and traces her reflections lips. Her lips part as her tongue slowly pushes out and sexily moistens her lips. Her hand moves to the tongue in the reflection. Her free hand traces her own tongue. Her tongue slides all around the finger, and then she inserts it into her mouth to suck on.

She takes the finger out and gets a mischievous grin. She places both palms on the mirror then slowly leans in and kisses her reflection. Tracy watches herself kiss with her eyes open, and it turns her on. Her kisses become more passionate, and her tongue joins by licking her image’s tongue. She’s clearly excited, and her hands find her breasts and her pussy. Her whole body is moving up and down and pressing itself against the mirror. As her passion crests, she pushes off the mirror and moves rapidly to her bed to lie down and give herself multiple orgasms — on her stomach, on her knees, and finally on her back.

The last orgasm leaves her satisfied and happy; she lies on her back, crosses her arms beneath manisa escort her breasts, and closes her eyes. It seems that she might be falling asleep. Instead, she rolls out of the bed and walks to the kitchen. Passing the mirror, she smiles at her reflection and winks at it. She goes over to the mirror to give herself a light kiss and turns so she can pat her butt’s reflection affectionately.

She continues to the kitchen and is pouring her coffee when the front door opens. She hears Mandy call “I’m back.”

Tracy feels her morning urge for sex returning. “What are you doing back already?”

Mandy comes into the kitchen but frowns when she sees Tracy. “Natural gas leak has shut down the campus.” A pause. “But you weren’t expecting me back til after lunch. What are you doing nude?”

“I just finished my shower, and I came in here to get my coffee.”

Mandy doesn’t look or sound convinced. “I know how much you want sex every morning. Did you call one of your old girlfriends over for some fun? Or maybe that Freshman down the hall who lets you look up her skirt when she thinks I’m not watching?”

Tracy looks hurt. “No, no one can turn me on like you can.” She wraps her arms around Mandy’s neck and wants to kiss her, but Mandy backs up. “Where is she?” She walks out of the kitchen, and Tracy follows.

“I swear, there’s no one here!”

Mandy scans the living room of the apartment. When she doesn’t see anyone, she heads to their other bedroom. “Is she in the study room?” She opens the door and looks around in the room. She opens the closet door to make sure no one’s hiding there.”

“I don’t know why you’re so jealous when you know I love you so much.”

“Because I also know how you are for sex.” She walks back to their bedroom and looks around. She checks their closet then nods her head. “She’s hiding under the bed, isn’t she?” She gets on her hands and knees and examines the space below the bed. Her thong is fully on display to Tracy and to the camera, and she kneels behind Mandy and rubs her through the thong.

Mandy turns around and is on the floor with her legs out in front of her and her skirt mardin escort still all of the way up. She starts to object, but Tracy interrupts her. She slides a thumb under the thong to massage her roommate’s pussy while staring into her eyes. “You’re right, I’m always thinking of sex and want it all the time. Not just when I wake up but all day long and all night. And when I’m with you, this is what I’m always thinking of doing and kissing you. And when I’m not with you, I’m thinking of you and fantasizing about you and wishing we were having sex. When I was alone this morning, I pretended I was kissing and feeling you in the mirror. When I masturbated, I fantasized that it was your fingers in me. You drive me crazy, and I want you always and now.”

Mandy is shellshocked but the unexpected outburst. She lets Tracy pull off her thong and then finger her while Tracy covers Mandy’s face with kisses. When their mouths meet, Mandy pushes her tongue into Tracy’s and then leans back slowly until her head reaches the floor. Tracy follows her down and keeps their tongues engaged and sucking each other’s until her fingers bring Mandy to a climax.

“Why don’t you stand up, and then we can get more comfortable,” Tracy asks.

As Mandy stands, Tracy unzips her skirt and pulls it down. This lets her hold Mandy by the ass while she licks and kisses her thighs. She pushes Mandy to a sitting position on the bed while she stands over her. She straddles Mandy’s leg and humps it while pulling off Mandy’s shirt and bra. She plays with Mandy’s breasts while still humping — then positions their bodies so they can scissor on the bed until Tracy has an orgasm and triggers another one from Mandy. They continue with more positions and orgasms until Mandy is kind of lying on top, the two girls’ bodies and tongues intertwined, fingering each other to exhaustion.

“Were you really making out with yourself in the mirror?” Tracy feels embarrassed that she admitted that and doesn’t answer. “You’ve got to let me see you do that.”

“Why would I do that when I’ve got the real girl?”

“Because that would drive me completely and hopelessly wild and I wouldn’t be able to get my clothes off fast enough and grab you and fuck you madly in a fit of jealous lust.”

Tracy gasps and tightens her hold. “That’s a good enough reason!” She kisses Mandy. “But later. I’m happy with the position we’ve got now.” They return to their kissing and fingering as the scene fades.