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MICHELLE:

I was excited and nervous as hell when I finally called Lisa’s place. It was only a few days after the night I’d gone over to hang out, drank way too much cheap wine, and ended up staying over.

All I could think of was Cass and watching her masturbating. My friend’s daughter had “my nose wide open”, as we used to say back in the day. Ever since that night I had to fight the urge to get in my car and drive over to their place.

“Bitch! Are you crazy…?” I’d argued with myself. “You’re fantasizing about your oldest friend’s daughter!”

But that day, my urges won out and I called the house.

“He-Hey, Cass…its Michelle,” I stammered. I felt like I was 14 or 15 again and calling some boy I’d had a crush on. I lied about thinking her mom would be there knowing it was at least a few hours before she’d arrive from work. I small talked her for a few minutes and got the impression that maybe she was a little nervous too.

Finally I got around to implementing my “plan”.

“Before I let you go, Cass,” I started, “your mom tells me you’ve been doing some personal training…” I proceeded to ask her if she wouldn’t mind helping me get “my curves under control”. She readily agreed and we planned for her to meet me at my condo two days later.

When we hung up my heart was racing. I was so excited that I immediately slipped a hand into my panties and got myself off. But when the rush subsided, “common sense” briefly set in and I started to re-think what I was doing.

This wasn’t the first time I’d had a “hard-on” for another woman – I’d acknowledged my bisexuality a few years after college. My concern was mostly about WHO the woman in question was. Then I had to consider the age difference – Cass was 22 years younger – compared to me she was a “kid”. I’d never been with someone more than 10 years younger. And although I had a minor suspicion that she was also into women, I had no real indication that she was even remotely interested in me.

What if I had it all wrong?

“Common sense” again gave way to horniness…only one way to find out…

I called Lisa later that evening to “cover my tracks”. I told her about Cass agreeing to come by and help me with my exercise routine, which she enthusiastically encouraged.

“Girl, she doesn’t admit it, but Cass knows her stuff!” Lisa assured me. “I’m sure she’ll have your ass good an’ sore by the time she’s done…”

If she only knew!

I was as excited after talking to my friend as I had been after talking to Cass. I’d fantasized about Lisa more than a few times (she was my first “female-crush”). After the call I got myself off again – that was the second time in the same day that a woman at that address had made me wet.

I was a hot mess…!

We were schedule to meet on Friday morning – I barely slept the night before. I had taken the day off and pushed all of my client appointments to Monday (I’m a self-employed cybersecurity consultant). Cass was coming over at 10:00 and I’d been nervously pacing and futzing about my place since 7:00.

I was like a virgin on a first date. I rubbed one out about an hour before – it helped me to calm down (a little) and focus.

I was wearing my usual work-out gear, but came up with a better idea. I changed from my unattractive, baggy sweats and slipped on my “sexy” yoga gear – black, knee-length pants with a matching tank top. I deliberately didn’t wear underwear.

Cass pulled into the driveway at 9:48 – my nipples tingled and I felt myself getting wet again. I greeted her at the door with a big hug, pressing my breasts against hers.

She wore a pair of grey running tights and a loose t-shirt. We had a few minutes of idle chit-chat nişantaşı escort before starting our session. I turned on a mix of old-school R bouncing, bending, spreading and jiggling as much as I could.

I did notice her staring at my breasts and the “all too obvious” camel-toe between my legs. She also had no problem helping me to spread my legs wider or adjust my hips to the correct positions. By the time we were done I was sore, sweaty and horny. Even if this didn’t get me the results I was hoping for I had thoroughly enjoyed it.

“Ooh…girl…!” I panted when we were done. I lay spread-eagle, laughing and trying to catch my breath on my exercise mat.

“I didn’t break you, did I…?” Cass smiled.

We laughed some more and I asked if she’d help me stretch, thinking of how I could make “my move”.

I laid on my back and she began pushing my right leg toward my chest, pressing her own thighs and body weight against me. I closed my eyes. She held my leg until I felt my hamstring loosening up, then she switched to my left leg.

“Come on, baby…!” I thought to myself, “…please…” I was starting to get excited again with her pressed against me like this. I frantically thought about what I could do to get things going.

With no real effort on my part, my wish came true!

When I opened my eyes, Cass’s eyes were shut tight and she was biting her lower lip. She was also slowly humping and grinding against the back of my thigh.

“Yes – game on!” I whispered to myself. I could fell the warmth of her pussy rubbing against me.

“Ooh, Cass…that feels good…I can really feel it stretching out…”

Cass opened her eyes and looked into mines. Neither of us said anything for several long minutes. I just laid there with my arms stretched to my sides with her still slowly humping against my thigh.

“Let’s try a different stretch.” She suggested smiling. “I think you’ll like this too.”

Cass helped me to me feet. The camel-toe, the damp spot and my protruding nipples were on full display. She slowly, hungrily looked me from top to bottom. Her stare both turned me on and made me a little nervous, but I got the distinct feeling we were both on the same page.

“H-how do you want me..?” I asked almost out of breath.

Not that I knew any better, but the position she suggested didn’t really sound like it was going to be very effective – at that point, it didn’t matter.

As Cass had instructed, I got down on my knees, sat back on my feet, spread my thighs and leaned forward, extending my arms and placing my forehead on the mat. I closed my eyes. My heart was racing anticipating what might come next.

Cass took her time. The workout mix was still playing so I couldn’t hear much, but I was able to sense she was nearby.

“How do you feel now, Michelle?” she finally said.

“I’m good.”

“I’ve haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the night we met.” She announced kneeling in front of me. “I know you saw me getting myself off that night, too…I was hoping that you did…I even set it up so you would.”

Her admission sent a chill up my spine and I moaned softly. I wondered how much bigger that wet spot between my thighs had grown.

“I liked the idea of you watching me…it made me cum really hard…” She continued.

I felt as if I might cum too, if she kept talking like this.

“Did you like watching me?” she asked. Cass slowly started tracing her fingertips along my forearms, up to my elbows and shoulders and neck – it gave be goose-bumps. Then she ran her fingers thru my hair, gently pressing against the back of my skull until I raised my head.

“Yes…” atakoy eskort I answered opening my eyes to meet hers.

She sat back and I was delighted to see that Cass was naked and rubbing herself. My eyes went from the fingers in her pussy, to her firm breasts and erect nipples and back to her sly smile. She leaned forward and we kissed. I started to get up but she stopped me.

“Not yet…” she kissed me again and then rose and walked behind me.

“What are you gonna…?” I started to ask before I felt her hand slide up between my thighs. She immediately pressed her fingers against the damp spot and found my clit. I spread my legs wider. Her other hand stroked, kneaded and then suddenly slapped my ass.

“Michelle! You don’t have any panties on…! Is this what you were hoping for, baby?” Cass’s tone let me know she was completely enjoying herself. She was loving the control – I had to admit that I loved it too.

“Oh, hell yes…!” I hissed. She continued to finger me and slap my ass, telling me to moan and answer her louder each time.

“Come on, get up.” Cass finally ordered, removing her hand and helping me up. “Get undressed.”

I quickly stripped off the soaked yoga pants and top. She took my hand and led me into the kitchen. We kissed as she backed me against the island counter.

“Up…” She said and helped me to get my ample cheeks onto the counter. Cass spread my legs, lowered her head and worked her tongue in and out of my shaved, soaked cunt. I laid flat on my back and drew my legs up (I imagined I looked like a cooked turkey).

After a few minutes of expert pussy-eating, I placed a hand firmly on the back of her head. She’d found “my spot” and I didn’t want her to lose it.

“Right there…!” I moaned. “Lick my pussy right there…that’s it!”

Cass licked and sucked “my spot”, slipping two nimble fingers into my soaked pussy and then one into my ass. Normally, my rule is “the butt-hole is off limits until, maybe, the second encounter”, but I was so caught up and excited that I let it slide. I gasped, squealed and gave in – I was all hers.

“Please…” I begged and moaned. “…Mmmm, work that pussy…that ass and pussy is all yours…”

I’m a talker during sex, but my words were unnecessary – Cass knew that I was open and willing for anything she wanted. She was completely focused on my clit, my pussy and my all-too willing asshole.

I was very close to getting off and she knew. Cass suddenly slowed her pace and had me sit up and lean forward. Too late I realized that I was awkwardly balanced and literally clinging to the edge of the counter. My hands gripped at the ends to keep from falling.

“Cass…what the fuck…?” I started, my legs hung and twitched freely as I tried to maintain my balance.

“It’s all good,” she assured, grinning as she watched me struggle, “I got you…”

Cass wet her thumbs and fingertips and softly pinched, rubbed and traced my nipples.

“Omigod…” I gasped.

My mind shifted between a need for safety and a desire for pleasure. Cass made my nipples tingle and grow. I spread my thighs and pressed my feet against the cabinet doors below me. It helped to steady me some. She took full advantage of my open legs and softly played with my clit.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding…?”

Despite my protests or “outrage” I was suddenly aware that it was more important to me that Cass be able to play with my pussy, and I actually spread my legs wider.

My already sore ab, shoulder and thigh muscles were being pushed beyond the limit. I knew that I must have looked ridiculous too, with my bear-gut and thighs jiggling, and tits flopping around; sweating ümraniye escort and moaning while this “kid” tormented and toyed with me. I even farted a few times.

I was turned on, embarrassed, still exhausted and sore, but more importantly, I eventually realized – I was impressed. No one had ever done something like this to me (and I’ve had my share of outrageous experiences), and Cass was proving to me she had a more than healthy imagination.

“Cum for me, Michelle.” She said. My clit and nipples felt like they were being electrically charged when she touched me. “You know you’re about ready to get off…”

She was right, and a few seconds later I gave in to one of the best “toe-curlers” I’ve ever had. Cass settled me back onto the counter to keep me from finally falling to the floor.

I lifted myself up onto my elbows once I’d maintained some composure. Cass was standing there staring at me, slowly playing with her pussy.

“Your turn?” I asked, glancing at her crotch.

She only smiled and helped me down from the counter. I led her back to the living room and playfully pushed her down onto the couch. Cass opened her legs wide, grabbing her ankles and pulling her knees back against her shoulders. Her pussy was beautiful – shaved, glistening and inviting.

Neither of us said a word. I got down on my knees and planted my face in her crotch. Now it was my turn to “take control”. After several long minutes of administering to her clit, I shifted her hips, spread her ass-cheeks and gave my full attention to her pretty, little asshole.

“Omigod…” She gasped.

I glanced up at her face. Her eyes were partially open and she was biting her lower lip. Beads of sweat ran along her forehead and between her breasts.

She was all mines now.

I moistened my middle finger and slowly pushed it into her tight ass. Cass moaned louder as I began ass-fucking her. I slipped a second finger inside her before applying my tongue to her erect clit again.

Her breathing quickened, as her toes clenched and flexed. She was close.

“Time to get you off, huh…?” I said pulling away from her and standing. Cass’s eyes went wide as she remained spread open on the couch.

“Michelle, please…!” she begged. “I need it so bad…”

“Over here.” I instructed, pointing to my exercise mat. Without me even telling her what I wanted Cass crawled from the couch to the mat, assuming a position on all-4s, raising her hips and presenting her ass.

“She likes her ass played with…” I noted. Several wild ideas filled my head.

I knelt behind her, spread her cheeks and inserted my tongue. I loved how she moaned and gave in.

“Damn! I wish I had a dick…” I told her lifting my face and slapping her left cheek, “I’d fuck the hell out of this tight ass!”

I re-inserted the fingers into her ass again and pressed my other hand against her clit. I thrust my crotch against hers like I was fucking her.

“Is this how you like it, Cass?” I trash-talked, pumping against her. “You like getting fucked from behind? Hmmm…?”

“Ye-yes…fuck me…yes…oh shit…!” Cass gasped before she began to shudder. She fell face forward and continued to shake and moan. A small puddle grew between her thighs as she squirted onto the mat.

“Wow…” I commented. “Never saw that before.”

I applied my towel to the growing puddle before it spilled onto the floor.

We cleaned up, showered and settled into the couch for a few hours. We laughed, kissed, talked and fooled around some more.

Before she left later that afternoon, Cass and I came to several agreements: we’d meet here once a week, and we’d actually have a training session (we even agreed on a fee) and IF we were both in the mood, have some fun afterwards. If we were JUST in the mood, we’d skip the session and get to the fun! Most importantly – Lisa was NEVER to find out.

Unfortunately, our last agreement was beyond our control – Lisa found out about us a few months later.

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“Hanna! I need you to get here quickly! It’s an emergency!”

Hanna jumped to her feet the minute she heard the panic in her best friend’s voice. Liza never got this worked up unless it was an absolute emergency.

“Wait, where are you going?” Hanna heard her date ask as she turned to walk off. Shit, she had forgotten he was there.

She didn’t even want this date to happen, but here she was stuck with a man twice her age who only talked about golf and hookers. She was going to kill Liza when she got home. It was her idea the whole time and Hanna didn’t even want to do it. Come to think of it, why had Liza insisted so much? This man was clearly not Hanna’s type. She stored that question away to answer at a later date.

“I have to go Seth. Family emergency.” She left him sputtering behind her as she hurried from the restaurant, ignoring the stares she was getting. She was used to stares. She had been getting them since she hit age 15. Dirty old men, jealous old ladies, and horny guys.

If she had to be completely honest with herself, she knew she could be defined as beautiful. Wavy black hair that brushed her waist, brilliant blue eyes that could pierce a person with a single look. She had high, firm breasts that stood proud on her chest, right above her narrow ribcage. Followed immediately by that was a tiny waist with full child-bearing hips. She ran almost daily so her legs were nicely toned.

Yes, Hanna thought she was quite beautiful, and she often used this beauty to her advantage. Recently however, she just couldn’t bring herself to ensnare any men. She guessed her conscience was just beginning to finally bug her. That’s why she couldn’t believe it that she agreed to this blind date that Liza had set up. The only reason she finally agreed is because she needed to get out of the house. All she ever did anymore was sit around watching movies and playing games.

This wouldn’t be so bad except, Hanna had a two year old son; Joshua. This made the movies and games slightly less appealing. I mean, there are only so many times you can watch Veggie Tales and play Candy Land before you want to rip your hair out.

“Not that I don’t love the kid, but sometimes I just need to get out.”

Telling herself this was what finally convinced her to go out. However, she made Liza swear to not let anything happen tonight with Josh. Seems like she didn’t stick to the one rule laid down for her to follow.

As Hanna rushed to her car, her cell phone began buzzing in her hand. She answered the phone at the same time as she climbed into her car. Clicking her seat belt, she answered.

“Hello?”

“Hanna! I forgot to tell you that we’re in the hospital so that’s where you need to go.” Her friend’s voice came from over the line. The hospital? Oh God, this just kept getting worse.

Without saying goodbye, Hanna clicked the phone closed and took off out of the parking lot. Praying she didn’t get stopped at any lights or by any cops, she sped as fast as legally allowed to get to the hospital.

The hospital was on the other side of town, and held a lot of good memories for Hanna. She had worked there for 2 years, since Joshua was born. Everyone there absolutely loved the dark-haired little boy. Hell, half of them helped to deliver him and take care of him. She hoped that those good memories weren’t about to get ruined by what had happened to Josh.

“Please let him be okay. Please let him be okay. Please let him be okay.” She kept repeating in her head. Over and over. She couldn’t keep her mind from wondering to what kinds of horrible things could have happened. What if he broke something? Or ruptured something? She couldn’t handle losing him. She loved him so much. He was all she had left from her disastrous teenage marriage. What would she do if she lost him?

“Stop!” She commanded herself. It didn’t help to think about what-ifs. She was almost there now and would see what had happened.

Pulling into the parking lot, she had trouble finding a parking place. The hospital was busier than normal for 9 at night. Usually there were fewer people. Barely remembering to lock the doors as she rushed out of the car, she ran through the doors to the reception desk.

Laurie atasehir escort was there tonight and made as if to greet Hanna.

“Please, I just need to see my son.” Hanna said, breathless.

Laurie nodded somberly and stood up to lead Hanna to the appropriate room. Immediately, Hanna took this as a bad sign. Laurie never did anything that she didn’t have to do. The slightly overweight brunette was very sweet, but extremely lazy. If it was something small, Laurie wouldn’t have led her, she would have just told her the room number.

As they got nearer to the room, Hanna started to notice something odd. There didn’t seem to be very many people around. The hallways were deserted. What was more odd is the fact that when they got to room 119, it appeared as if the lights were off. Opening the door, Hanna saw that they were in fact off.

“What’s—” Hanna started to ask Laurie, but at that moment, the lights were turned on and her question was cut off abruptly by a loud noise coming from the room.

“SURPRISE!”

Hanna turned in shock as all of her coworkers jumped out from behind medical equipment as the lights were turned on.

She turned to see Laurie laughing at the dumbstruck look on her face. “Today’s your two year anniversary with us and we wanted to let you know how much we love you and love having you here. It was all Liza’s idea.” She explained.

At that moment, she heard a squeal from the level of her knees.

“Mommy!” Joshua yelled as he hugged her around the legs.

A grin split Hanna’s face as she saw that Joshua was okay.

“Hey baby.” She said, bending down to pick him up. “Did you help them do all of this?” She asked laughing at the proud look on his face as he nodded his head, causing his ebony curls to bounce. He had inherited his hair from her, but his beautiful green eyes, he had got from his father. “Well thank you, I love you so much baby.”

“I love you mommy.” He wriggled a little to get out of her grip and she placed him back down on the floor. Immediately, he ran to a table that was covered in paper and streamers and balloons. Looking closer, she saw a cake that said “Congratulations Hanna” on top of the table. She thought she knew what Joshua was so excited about.

“Hey,” Liza said, walking up to her. “Sorry about having to get you down here that way, I couldn’t think of any other way. And I guess Seth did his job good by distracting you?”

“You nearly gave me a heart attack! I thought something had happened to Josh! And what do you mean, distracting me?” Hanna asked her friend suspiciously. t.

Liza’s green eyes sparkled as she laughed at the look on her friend’s face. “Go have fun at your party.” She said with an innocent look on her face and a little push towards all the people waiting to congratulate her. ***** The evening passed quickly, with Joshua eating a lot of cake and promptly passing out on a hospital bed. At around 11, Hanna figured it was time to get Joshua into bed so she told everyone bye and thank you, and carried Josh to the car. Shortly after, Liza climbed into the passenger seat. The two lived together since neither could afford rent and utilities on their own. The drive home was spent talking about the party and when they arrived at the house, Liza unlocked the front door while Hanna carried Josh to his bedroom. After getting him in his pajamas and tucking him into bed, she went into the living room where Liza was waiting with a bottle of wine.

“Thought you might like a nightcap before going to bed. You know, you are quite old and it is past your bedtime.” She snickered, enjoying poking fun at her friend’s expense.

“Excuse you,” Hanna said indignantly, “I am only 23.”

“Yeah, practically ancient.”

The friends laughed and started drinking.

Two hours and another bottle of wine later:

“Hanna?” Liza slurred from one side of the couch.

“Hmm?” Hanna wasn’t paying much attention. She was focused on throwing chewy candies into a bowl on the table.

“Have you…I mean, have you ever, you know…been with a…a girl?” Liza cautiously asked, looking at her friend.

Hanna’s blue eyes met green, both slightly glazed anadolu yakası escort from the alcohol. “Why would you ask that?”

“I’m just curious.”

Completely focused on Liza now, Hanna said, “No, have you?”

Reluctantly, Liza answered, “yes.”

Hanna gasped. “Was it any good?”

Liza thought about it for a minute or two. It had been a few years before, when she was still in college. The time of experimentation. Her roommate had ambushed her in the shower and they had gotten kind of carried away. At the time, she wasn’t sure she had liked it, but after a few more years and a few more experimentations she loved it.

“It’s better than with a guy.” She finally admitted, biting her lip, worrying about her friend’s reaction. Hanna was no prude, but she was far from kinky, and even further from lesbian.

Hanna sat there with her mouth open for a second then started laughing. She laughed so hard that she fell off the couch into the floor. She couldn’t see how a finger up your pussy felt better than a dick.

“What’s so funny?” Liza asked, angrily looking down at her friend rolling around on the floor laughing. She huffed loudly when Hanna wouldn’t stop laughing enough to tell her what was so damn funny.

When Hanna wouldn’t quit laughing, Liza got in the floor and grabbed her hands which were clutched to her sides. She stretched Hanna’s arms above her head. The action pushed her breasts up higher. They bulged against the top of her low cut shirt, almost spilling out. “Why the fuck are you laughing?” Liza demanded an answer.

Surprised from the display of violence that her friend was displaying, Hanna immediately stopped laughing. “Well, you’re kidding right? I mean, sex isn’t better with a girl. Girl’s probably don’t even kiss better than a guy, let alone make love.” Hanna scoffed at the affronted look on her friend’s face.

“Wanna bet?” Liza quietly asked.

“What?”

Suddenly, Liza leaned over and kissed Hanna right on the mouth. Hanna tried to pull away at first, but Liza wouldn’t allow her to. She kept a steady pressure until Hanna tentatively started to kiss back. Lightly at first, their kiss deepened as they both got into it. Liza’s lips were softer than Hanna would have originally guessed. She gasped lightly as Liza gently bit her full bottom lip. Taking advantage of her open mouth, Liza plunged her tongue into Hanna’s mouth. Hanna’s mouth was full and warm, her tongue sensually wrapping around Liza’s.

The kiss seemed to go on for hours. When Liza finally pulled away, Hanna was breathing heavy, her breasts heaving. She felt her lips tingling and she had a delicious tingle between her legs as well. She didn’t know what was going on, but she loved the feeling. She wanted more.

Liza sat there looking smug. Hanna’s cheeks were flushed and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. If she had to guess, she would say that Hanna enjoyed it. If she thought about it, she realized that she had always wanted this. For as long as she could remember, she had had a crush on Hanna. And she absolutely loved little Joshua. She always wanted to be a part of the family, in more ways than just friendship.

Without waiting for permission, Liza leaned over and kissed Hanna again, slightly harder now. This time, Hanna responded almost immediately. She couldn’t think straight. How could she like this? It wasn’t possible, she wasn’t a lesbian. She liked guys, not girls.

She groaned as Liza pushed her shirt up and ran her hands up her sides to just under her ribcage. She wanted Liza to touch her so badly. More than she ever wanted anything in her life. She fisted one hand in Liza’s hair and she ran the other hand under Liza’s shirt, tentatively at first but growing bolder as she felt the warm skin under her fingertips.

Liza pulled back from the kiss with a gasp as Hanna’s fingers stroked the underside of her breast. Growing bolder by the sounds Liza was making, Hanna kissed down the side of her neck, listening to her moan. Nibbling lightly on Liza’s collarbone made the woman gasp out loud. Hanna got bolder and leaned back to pull Liza’s shirt off.

Her breath caught in her throat as she took in avrupa yakası escort the sight in front of her. Liza was beautiful. Her long blonde hair fell in soft waves, gently caressing the tops of her already erect nipples. Her waist was tiny and her stomach flat. Pressing a small kiss to the swell of her breast, Hanna leaned down and took a nipple into her mouth, gently sucking to see what reaction she would get.

“Oh Hanna,” Liza moaned loudly as Hanna nibbled lightly. Emboldened by Liza’s moans, she sucked harder, pulling the nipple into her mouth to caress it with her tongue.

Liza clutched the back of her head to encourage Hanna, who had moved on to the other breast to give them the same treatment. Kissing her way back up to Liza’s mouth, she massaged her slightly wet breasts with her hands.

Liza groaned and pushed Hanna backwards. Hanna’s back hit the floor with a slight thud. She barely had time to orient herself with this change of position before Liza was on top of her, kissing her passionately. Hanna realized that her pussy was throbbing with need. She was extremely wet. Liza broke their kiss to take off Hanna’s shirt as well. Hanna pulled her back down for a kiss, pressing their breasts together. The friction felt so good, their breasts rubbing together, their nipples stroking each other. Hanna was scratching up and down Liza’s back, needing to feel every inch of her beautiful body.

Liza kissed down Hanna’s neck and chest, pausing briefly to give attention to Hanna’s nipples and navel. She reached the top of her friend’s jeans and looked up at her face to see if she was going to be turned away. When Hanna only moaned and pushed her hips up, Liza unbuttoned her jeans and pulled both them and Hanna’s panties off her hips.

In one word, Hanna was beautiful. She was completely shaven with puffy lips that protruded slightly. Feeling Liza’s gaze on her, Hanna whimpered quietly, raising her hips in open invitation.

Leaning down, Liza ran her tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top where she located her clit. The minute her tongue touched the little button, Hanna gasped loudly and bucked her hips up wildly.

Liza grabbed Hanna’s hips and held them down as she began exploring her friend’s pussy. Every lick elicited moans and whimpers from Hanna. Getting turned on herself, Liza pulled back briefly to pull her own pants off. Hanna cried out loud when Liza pulled away but nearly screamed when Liza fastened her mouth back on her.

Liza began to rub herself with one hand, while inserting two fingers into Hanna’s wet pussy. She fastened her mouth onto Hanna’s clit and flicked her tongue while occasionally sucking. Hanna’s moans only urged her on further and further as she neared her climax.

“Oh yes Liza! Right there. Harder, harder, harder…

Ohh yes.” Hanna moaned breathlessly.

“I’m so close Liza. So close. Ohhhh…I’m gonna come Liza. Yes baby, yes.” Looking down, Hanna got even more turned on as she saw that Liza was playing with herself. She wanted to do that to her friend. She had the right to do it.

Abruptly stopping her friend, Hanna pushed a shocked Liza backwards and climbed on top of her. Kissing her fiercely, Hanna began to grind their hips together.

The friction, the delicious feeling of their wet, sweaty bodies rubbing together. Hanna suddenly turned around and put her pussy right on Liza’s face. A little scared, she cautiously licked Liza’s pussy. To her amazement, Liza had a sweet taste that she couldn’t get enough of. She plunged her tongue into Liza’s hole, lapping at her sex.

Hanna could feel Liza’s moans against her pussy as she got closer and closer to the edge.

“Ohhhh! Mmmm” With a loud moan, both girls came simultaneously.

Hanna turned around, kissing her tired friend one last time, licking around her lips, enjoying the taste of herself on her friend’s tongue. Panting, Liza picked Hanna up and carried her to the bedroom.

Collapsing onto the bed, Hanna cuddled up to Liza’s side, running her hands up and down her stomach.

“Hanna…?” Liza ventured after a few minutes.

“Hmm?” Hanna mumbled sleepily.

“I love you…”

Hanna was shocked for a minute, but she realized that she loved her best friend too. More than she should love a friend. For the first time in her life, she didn’t think about Kevin as she had sex. Sex with Liza just felt…..right.

“I love you too Liza.”

With a contented sigh, Liza cuddled Hanna closer to her and they fell asleep entwined with each other.

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It was the Monday after that fateful Friday afternoon in Professor Grant’s office. I had her class at 2:30 PM and there was no way I could skip. One, it would count as an absence and I already had too many and two, it would be really obvious to Professor Grant why. I decided I would go to her class and I would look great when I did. I dug around in my closet and found a blue halter crop top and a pair of jeans. I put on a pair of espadrille wedge sandals before grabbing my backpack and leaving for class.

I reached my microeconomics class and sat down in my regular seat. Professor Grant hadn’t arrived yet, so people were mulling around. I opened my notebook and took out my pens and pencils, determined to take notes today. While I was rustling around in my backpack, Professor Grant arrived. The clicking of her heels across the linoleum floors alerted me to her presence. My previous goal was now shot to hell as I took in what she was wearing today. She too was embracing the warm day wearing a chambray wrap dress that had a deep v-neck showing off those 36D’s that I loved. I groaned internally and sat back up in my seat. “Alright class, it’s great to see everyone on this lovely Monday afternoon.” She began and sat on the edge of her desk. I immediately zone out and I don’t even care. She looks hot and I’m taking advantage of the opportunity presented in front of me.

Now that I know what’s under that dress, daydreaming becomes even more vivid than before. I imagined my head buried under the skirt of her dress, eating her out for hours until she came repeatedly on my tongue. I licked my lips and smirked as I remembered how good she tasted. Not too salty or sweet but just enough of both. Professor Grant often wanders around while she teaches and today was no different. When she passed me today, her eyes locked with mine before she quickly diverted her eyes from mine. I smiled to myself. She’s definitely thought about me since Friday. I put the end of my pen between my teeth and nibbled on it as she walked around.

Every couple of minutes, Professor Grant’s eyes would catch mine before looking away. This game continued the entire class before it was cut short by the clocking announcing it was 4 o’Clock. Everyone else got up to pack up and I joined them. I didn’t want anyone to suspect anything, so I planned to come back within a couple of minutes. I left the classroom and walked outside. I walked across the quad before circling around and walking back in to the department of economics. I took the elevator to the third floor where the offices were located. I found Professor Grant’s office with ease. I knocked lightly on the door but didn’t get a response. I was about to knock again when I heard moaning. I pressed my ear to the door and I could hear the moaning better. Was she fucking someone else? Is it common for her to fuck her students or was it another staff member? They were definitely Professor Grant’s moans, I recognized them, but I couldn’t hear anyone else’s. I twisted the knob slowly and found it unlocked. I slowly opened the door, so I would not startle her. I slipped into the room and surveyed the scene in front of me.

There she was, laying on her own desk spread eagle towards the door. Her heel clad feet were perched on the edge of the desk with her fingers between her legs. Her dress was still on but the skirt was flipped up onto her belly. It looked as though she was rubbing her clit but I would have to move closer to find out. I closed the door as softly as possible. When she didn’t react, I knew I was in the clear. I slipped my shoes off so I would be undetected and left them by the door with my bag. I padded across the room as Professor Grant continued her onslaught on her clit. I kneeled right in front of her, her pussy was eye-level and her scent was wafting into my nose. I could hear she was close as her moans became cries and her breathing became shallower. When she was close, I stuck my tongue deep into her pussy and looked up to see her reaction. She sat up immediately and when her eyes locked with mine, I felt her explode on my tongue. Her legs latched onto my shoulders and her hands wove into my strawberry blonde locks. “Scarlett!” She cried as she rode the wave of her orgasm. I let her ride my tongue before giving small little licks until she loosened her grip on my hair and her legs fell from my shoulders. I sat back on my heels and looked at Professor Grant.

Her dirty blonde hair was frizzy and her eyes were wild with lust. She was Amanda in my eyes again, the Amanda I knew anyways. I licked my lips and tasted her juices on them. I’m sure my face was glistening with her cum and the look on Amanda’s face confirmed it. “You should really be quieter when you masturbate. Or at least lock the door.” I teased.

“Oh, shut up.” Amanda pulled me up by the back of the neck and pressed her lips against mine. She moaned as she tasted herself on my tongue. My hands found her waist and pulled her closer to me. I smiled sisli escort into the kiss as she began to unbutton my jeans. Her hands fumbled with the zipper before pulling it down. Never breaking from her mouth, I pushed my jeans down my legs. They reached my knees before I stepped back and pushed them down to my feet and stepping out of them. I pulled my crop top over my head, leaving me in just panties as I resumed kissing Amanda. I found the tie that held the dress together and undid it. The dress opened and I pushed it off her shoulders. Our chests pressed together and I moaned at the contact.

Suddenly, the memory from the end of our last romp flashed in my brain, the rushed ending and the coldness. I pulled away abruptly and I panted, trying to regain my breath. “What? What’s wrong?” Amanda asked and I suddenly was aware how naked I was. I covered my breasts with my arms.

“What happened last time?” I asked vaguely.

“We had sex…?” She was looking at me like I was insane and that didn’t make me feel any better.

“I mean afterwards. You kicked me out after I ate your pussy and I felt like a whore.” I said hotly.

“That’s because my boss was here!” She laughed and I felt even worse. It’s beginning to seem like I’ve blown it way out of proportion. I blushed profusely and turned my head away.

“Sorry. I sound like a clingy girlfriend.” I mumbled. “I should just go.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Amanda wrapped her arms around my waist, preventing me from leaving. “I was not using you to get off, I think you’re hot as hell. If my boss didn’t show up, I would’ve made you cum so hard, you would forget your own goddamn name.”

“Really?” I perked up.

“Of course,” She smiled and her hand slipped between us, finding its way to my panties. Her slim fingers find my clit and press down on it. I responded by bucking my hips into her hand. She slides down lower and her fingers slide into my snatch with one move. As quickly as they were in, they left. She maintains eye contact with me as she lifts her fingers to her mouth and sucks on them. She moans in appreciation as she licks them clean. Amanda hops off the desk and takes my hands in hers. She pulls me along as she walks backwards to the other side of the desk. “Sit.” She commands and I sit on the edge of the desk. Her hands push me so I’m laying flat on top of the desk. Amanda pulled my panties down my legs, exposing my wetness to the cool room. “Hold your legs.” I obey and lift my legs and hold an ankle in each hand. My glistening pussy was on full display to Amanda and she took full advantage.

She gave me a light kiss on my clit and I shuddered. She spread my pussy open with her fingers before she began. Firstly, she licked my slit up and down, making me even more aroused than I was before. I moaned loudly and Amanda stood up. “Shhh baby, there’s people around.”

“That didn’t stop you from moaning before.” I said pointedly and her response was shoving my panties in my mouth. I laughed but it turned into a moan when Amanda started to suck on my clit. My mind cleared as I felt my dreams come true. This was everything I wanted and it was even better than what I hoped. I released my ankles and held my legs open by hiking my knees to my side. I sat up on my elbow to watch her eat me out. She looked up at me and I nearly came at the sight. Her bright blue eyes staring into my hazel ones as she ravished my pussy with her tongue and her teeth. I fell back on the desk and resumed my original position. I stared up at the ceiling as shock after shock was sent through my body.

Suddenly, a finger entered my channel and I tightened my walls around it. That didn’t stop Amanda as she pushed a second finger into me, forcing me to relax. When I did, she began to pump the two fingers in and out of me. She found my g-spot and curled her fingers, stroking it a couple of times and I was gone. The tension I had building up during the week and class came undone as I came on Amanda’s fingers. My back arched and I let out a strangled scream as my orgasm rushed through my body. My eyes squeezed shut and my hands tightened on my ankles. Amanda didn’t stop her ministrations and continued to lap at my pussy. “No, no please don’t Amanda, I’m too sensitive—ah!” I let out another cry as I felt another orgasm rising in my body. My breathing began ragged as I struggled to gulp air. I let go of my ankles and tangled my hands in her hair. I tightened my grip as the nerve endings in my clit were firing at all cylinders when Amanda played with it. When the second orgasm hit me, my back arched off the desk and convulsions took over my body. Once I calmed down, Amanda released my pussy from it’s torture and I lowered my legs. I sat up and looked at her.

“You look so unbelievably sexy right now.” She said in amazement, lust flashing in her eyes. I blushed and muffled a thanks through the panties. Amanda laughed and took them out of my mouth. “What the kadıkoy escort hell was that?”

“I had to punish you for leaving your panties here somehow.” She said with a knowing smirk. A blush rose to my cheeks immediately.

“You found those?” I asked quietly.

“I did. They were right under the chair where Dr. Martin sat. You’re lucky I found them.” She shook her head.

“I’m very sorry. How will I ever repay you?” I said before cupping her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. I was rewarded for my efforts with her kissing back. My knees were on both sides of her hips as she stood between my legs. I moved my mouth from her lips to her jaw and trailed kisses down her neck. My hands roamed and found her ample backside and squeezed. Amanda pulled away almost immediately. “Not today. Today was about you Scarlett.”

“Can I at least make you cum?” I whined.

“You already did, plus I was masturbating while I was fucking you.” She gestured to her center and I saw a couple of drips running down her thighs. She kissed me quickly before stepping away. “We have to do that again.”

I watched her slip the dress back on and retie it. “Where are you going?” I asked curiously as I set my legs down on the ground.

“I don’t have to go anywhere, I have to do a video call with someone. I’m meeting with a professor in England about the Global Getaway program taking place in London.” She said simply as she finger combed her hair. Global Getaway is a study abroad program that Notre Dame conducts and Amanda is one of the sponsors. An idea sparked in my head when she said video call. I stood on shaking legs and smiled. “What?” She said suspiciously as I found my clothes and put them back on. I sat down on the couch in the corner of her office.

“Absolutely nothing.” I said smugly. She didn’t say anything but she eyed me suspiciously as she sat down at her desk. From where she was sitting, she could still see me and I could see her. I stood and looked through the bookshelf next to the couch, feigning interest in a book called Freakonomics. I heard Amanda shuffle through her papers, preparing for her meeting. I opened the book and sat back down on the couch. I began to read it but it was boring. I had to pretend like I found it interesting so Amanda could forget about me.

“Are you really staying here for the meeting?” She said breaking the silence.

“Hmm?” I looked up from my reading. “What did you say?”

“I said, are you really staying for the meeting? It might take a while.” She said.

“I don’t mind! I have my book.” I lifted the book and smiled. She nodded warily and went back to what she was doing before. It was no less than five minutes after I started “reading” when the video call came in. I didn’t lift my head as they began their conversation. I sat up and unzipped my jeans and made a big show and sliding them down my legs. I looked up quickly at Amanda and she cut me a look. I pretended not to look and went back to my book. I flipped over onto my stomach and turned away from her so I was facing the bookshelf. I sat up on my heels and lifted my shirt over my head. I dropped it on the floor and I heard Amanda stumble over her sentence. All she could see was my bare back and my ass clad in small navy blue panties. I dropped my front back to the couch and pushed my butt into the air. I wiggled my ass a little before flipping over again. I opened my legs and kept my eyes trained on the book. I began to rub myself through my panties and I felt the damp spot on my panties growing. I rubbed up and down on my slit and my mouth dropped open into an ‘o’. I was not going to actually touch myself, I wanted Amanda to do that so I teased myself relentlessly. My eyes met Amanda’s and the lust in her eyes made me wetter. I moaned silently at the sight of her. In my lustful haze, I dropped the book on the floor and my eyes shot to Amanda.

“What was that?” A man in a heavy English asked.

“Oh dear, something fell off my bookshelf. I have to take care of this, I’ll call you back shortly.” She said with her eyes trained on me. She ended the call and stood up. “You are a naughty little slut aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but you love it though.” I said out of breath with a smile.

“Damn right I do.” She stood next to the couch and took off her dress. It dropped to the ground as she laid down on top of me and kissed me. I sighed in happiness and wrapped my legs around her waist. I dragged my nails up and down Amanda’s ass before I squeezed it. She moaned and I used the opportunity to put my tongue in her mouth. I gripped her ample backside with both hands and it was like a dream. Amanda pulled away and began to kiss my neck. “You’re not getting off easy for the shit you pulled.”

I laughed. “You should punish me for being so naughty Professor Grant.”

“Oh, don’t you worry Miss Newman, I’m about to.” She whispered in my ear before biting down on my ear shell. I let beylikduzu escort out a moan and Amanda got off of me. She unclasped her bra and dropped it on the floor before standing up next to the couch. She lowered her head and kissed me once more. Amanda walked away from me, swaying her hips just to taunt me. Just before she sat back down in her chair, she discarded her panties. She smiled and gestured me over. I obeyed and walked over to her. “Sit.”

I obeyed again and sat on top of her desk. She spread her legs and I saw her glistening pussy. I reached down to touch it and she grabbed my wrist. “No touching.” I groaned and pulled my hand away. Amanda smirked and began to touch her breasts. She cupped her breasts and moaned when her fingers ran over her nipples. She tweaked them and she bit her lip. “Scarlett you got me so wet when you were touching yourself. I wanted to bend you over my knee and spank you your cute little ass.”

I raised my eyebrows and smiled. “There’s no spanking in my future? I’m disappointed.”

“Don’t get too far ahead of yourself, I’m not done yet.” She smirked and her hands travelled down her body to the treasure trove between her legs. With two of her fingers, she spread her outer lips and my eyes were met with her beautiful pink glistening slit. With her other hand, Amanda began to rub her slit. Suddenly, it all made sense. She was going to masturbate in front of me and I wouldn’t be allowed to touch her. It really was torture. Two fingers slipped inside her and she stopped holding open her slit. That hand began slow circles on her clit. I felt my eyes glaze over and my head went light. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my entire life. We maintained eye contact as she fucked herself. Her mouth fell open as she moaned. “Oh shit Scarlett. I want to fuck you so bad.”

My hands went to my underwear but Amanda stopped me. “Don’t you dare. You can’t touch yourself either.” I whined but I listened. My hands left my panties and resumed gripping the desk. Amanda sped up her fingering and I saw her juices run down her crack and pooling on the leather chair. I licked my lips as I kept my eyes trained on her pussy. My eyes alternated between watching her facial expressions and her fingers. I know I said it before, but it was the hottest thing I have ever seen. Her creamy legs spread open, toes pointed, her beautiful face tense with an orgasm on the horizon, and her fingers pumping in and out of her soaking wet pussy. I moaned and I wasn’t even touching myself. “Amanda please let me touch you.” I whimpered.

She shook her head and fingered herself harder. Her breaths got shallow and she was approaching her orgasm. If she won’t let me touch her then at least my words would get her there.”I wish it was my fingers inside of you. I want to eat you out for hours until you begged me to stop.” She moaned and I knew I was going in the right direction. “Cum on your fingers for me. I want you to cum all over your hands Amanda.”

“Oh my god Scarlett I’m going to cum!” And boy did she. The force of her orgasm pushed her fingers out and a spray of squirt escaped her. It didn’t reach me but it came damn close. It mostly ended up on the chair and a little on the floor. Amanda was still moaning for a minute after she came. I stood up and leaned over and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. “Holy shit. That was incredible.” She said once we broke apart.

“Will you take care me now? I’m really horny.” I asked with a pout. Amanda laughed and pecked my lips.

“Absolutely!” She smiled.

“Really?” I was skeptical because I was pretty sure she was playing me.

“No.” I whined in protest. “If you want something though, you can clean me up.”

I didn’t say anything and sank to my knees. I settled in front of her and breathed in her scent. I licked the juice on the chair before taking one long lick from her the bottom of her pussy to her clit. My licks were small and menial. I wasn’t trying to bring Amanda to another orgasm, I just wanted to take care of her. She let out quiet moans as I lapped at her pussy. When I satisfied, with my work, I leaned back and looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and she had a lazy smile on her lips. I leaned up and gave her a small kiss. “How was that?”

“Fantastic,” She kept her eyes closed and gave me another peck. “How was your punishment?”

“Really really difficult.” I laughed. “I’m going to go back to my dorm room so I can take care of myself.”

I rose from my knees and walked back over to couch. I slipped my top back on and my jeans as well. Amanda came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. “You’re very sexy.” She said with a kiss to my shoulder.

I chuckled and stepped out of her embrace. “Thank you very much.” I put my shoes back on and lifted my bag into my shoulder. “Alright, see you later then.”

“Wait,” Amanda stopped me. I turned to her expectedly. “Could I have your number? Maybe you could come over or something.”

I straightened up immediately. “Oh! I didn’t think this was going to be more than just a hookup.”

“Do you want it be more than just hooking up?” She asked.

“Yes! I mean—sure if that’s what you want.” I cleared my throat.

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Startled from T/their steamy embrace, C@itlin and Her pet realized that T/their hot sexual explorations had not gone unnoticed when T/they heard a knock at the changing room door. With B/both of T/them still naked, C@itlin opened the door with a grin on Her face.

“I couldn’t help but hear You and Your bitch in here.” Seeing the flesh colored panties in disarray on the floor Marie picked them up, bringing them to Her face. Breathing in a deep breath, Marie let out a soft moan, smelling Jess’s scent on them. “And from what I can tell Your whore was already wet when she tried them on, I think Your slut needs to be taught a lesson, what do You think, Sis?” Marie asked with a deviant grin.

“Mmm…yes, I think Mah pet could use a lesson, couldn’t you pet?” C@itlin said looking at Her pet.

“Y-yes, Mistress.” Jess said with her eyes widened.

Shutting and locking the door, Marie turned to face T/them again. Gliding over to Jess, Marie grabbed her by the hair roughly, smiling at her widened eyes, and forced her into a bruising kiss, making her open her mouth and accept Her tongue. Marie reached down feeling Jess’s cunt, hot and slick from just being with her Mistress, and from Her kiss, causing desire laced with fear. “Mmm, Your bitch’s fucking sopped. you a filthy little whore, aren’t you?!” Marie said hotly in her ear.

“Y-yes, pet is a filthy whore.” Jess said shaking.

SMACK!

Jess cried out in shock, and slowly turned her face back to Marie, her face red and stinging from Her slap and tears burning behind her eyes.

“Yes, what? you filthy bitch!” Marie demanded, glaring down at Jess.

“Y-yes, Ma’am.” Jess stammered.

“Better whore.” Marie said taking the flesh colored panties and shoving them into Jess’s mouth.

“mmphh…”

“Shut up bitch! you’re Ours to use now, fucktoy.”

Jess nodded, tears streaming down her face.

C@itlin stepped over to Marie, kissing Her deeply, tasting Her pet still on Her tongue. “Let Me help You out of these clothes, Sis.”C@itlin said grinning.

“Mmm, please do.” Marie said smiling, reaching back and removing Her silver barrette from Her hair, letting Her long brown hair tumble and cascade across Her shoulders, breasts and down Her back.

C@itlin ran Her fingers through Marie’s long silk locks before sliding Her hands down, caressing Her breasts while easing up Her blouse exposing them, Her nipples erect, poking through the silk of Her bra. Marie moaned softly tossing Her head back while C@itlin raised Her blouse up and over Her head.

Jess sat watching, transfixed, seeing her Mistress putting Her mouth to Marie’s hardened nipples, biting them through the silk.

“OOooohhh…” Marie gasped, Her fingers digging into C@itlin’s shoulders.

Unclasping Marie’s bra, C@itlin smiled as Her breasts spilled out, nipples hard, screaming to be touched. C@itlin pinched and rolled Marie’s nipples, causing beylikdüzü escort Her to gasp, before gliding Her hands down Her belly in tantalizing patterns, until She reached Marie’s waistband to Her skirt.

With a quick hard tug, C@itlin pulled Marie’s skirt down and off, leaving Her wearing only a white see-through thong, which was visibly wet.

C@itlin licked Her lips and looked at Marie with a gleam of mischief in Her eyes. Taking Marie’s panties in Her hands, C@itlin ripped the fabric from Her, causing Marie to gasp and whimper out a moan. There Marie stood, 5″10′, tanned, toned, and naked before T/them.

Strutting over to Jess on Her patent black leather heels, C@itlin put Her hand under her chin, looking into her sapphire eyes. “you enjoy the show, pet?”

Shaking her head , Jess mumbled through the panties, but her words were muffled.

“Good pet, because the show’s just beginning.” C@itlin said, smiling.

With that C@itlin went over to Her purse, pulling out a medium length, wide dildo, and handed it to Marie.

“Mmm, this will do nicely, thank You Sis.” Marie said gleaming, as She walked over to Jess. “But first, this bitch needs to be restrained, there is no escaping, whore.”

Eyes wide, Jess nodded to Marie as She pulled her up by her long raven locks. Taking the flesh colored bra from the floor, Marie preceded to tie one end on her right wrist and the other to an eyelet on the side wall of the changing room that Jess hadn’t noticed beforehand. Then did the same with her left wrist with the black bra She had handed T/them earlier for Jess to try on. Making sure Jess’s restraints were tight and secure, Marie grinned in approval. “There that should do it.” And then kicked Jess’s feet further apart. “Keep them spread wide, you filthy bitch!” She demanded.

Jess shook her head and mumbled into her panty gag.

C@itlin came up behind Marie, Her hands traveling across Her Sis’s bare, fevered flesh. “Let’s use her, Sis.”

“Mmm, Yes. Let’s use this bitch like the dirty cunt she is.” And with that Marie slammed C@itlin’s dildo hard and fast into Jess’s cunt.

“MMMmmppphhhh!” Jess cried out into the gag in shock and pain.

Thrusting it deep and hard into Jess’s hungry cunt, Marie spoke harshly and hotly telling her what a filthy bitch she is.

C@itlin stepped behind Her pet, licking her neck and down her back slowly, sending tremors down Jess’s spine.

“Mmmm…” she uttered through muffled moans.

Sliding Her hand down to Jess’s damp slit, C@itlin got two of Her fingers wet from her dripping cunt, lubing them before crossing them and pressing against Jess’s star, hearing her let out muffled moans.

C@itlin pressed Her fingers into Jess’s ass, twisting inside, feeling her hot silky anal walls, pumping Her fingers to the same rhythm Marie was slamming the dildo hard into Jess’s cunt.

“OOoohh…mmmphhh…” ataşehir escort Jess screamed out muffled by the panties slightly.

Pinching and twisting her nipple hard, Marie spoke harshly. “you’re enjoying this a lot, aren’t you? you fucking cunt!”

“Mmmphh.” Jess moaned in reply, shaking her head, her face contorted from pain and pleasure.

Pumping steadily and deeply into Her pet’s ass, C@itlin bit Jess on her soft, milky ass and licked her, trailing Her tongue closer to her star, still pumping into her in a fast rhythm.

“OOOOoohhhhhhhhh!” Jess moaned. Feeling her muscles contracting deep within her belly and her thighs trembling, Jess knew she was close.

Seeing her cunt contracting and spasming, grasping the dildo, Marie could see the bitch was close. “Don’t you fucking cum, bitch!”

“Mmmmpphh…” Jess nodded her head through moans, her breathing erratic, heart pounding, feeling herself losing control, shaking and quivering.

“Don’t you dare cum, Mah pet!” C@itlin demanded, ramming Her fingers deep and hard into Jess’s ass.

“AAaaaagghhhhhh!” Jess cried out, feeling herself being fucked relentlessly in both holes. Not knowing how much more she could take before she completely lost control to her thrashing.

Marie reached up with one hand taking the saliva-drenched panties from Jess’s mouth. “Beg for it bitch, beg for your release.”

“Ooohhh, godddd…please…Mistress…Marie Ma’am…please…let this filthy whore cum…” Jess begged through gasps and moans.

C@itlin looked at Marie. “I don’t know, what do You think, Sis?”

Pinching Jess’s clit She replied. “I think this fuckmeat can do better than that!”

“AAhhhh!” Jess cried out at Marie’s harsh pinch to her swollen clit. “Please, Mistress and Marie Ma’am, allow this no good filthy fuck whore to cum…she will do anything, please…” Jess cried out begging for release.

“Mmm…much better cunt.” And with C@itlin’s approving nod, Marie granted her request. “Cum, bitch. Now!!”

“OOOooohhhh…goddd…Thank You, Mistress and Marie Ma’am…MMmmmmmmmm…” Jess moaned as she lost control, ridding wave after wave of her fierce orgasm, cumming hard.

After her body calmed, Jess slumped slightly, felling her hot juices flooding down her thighs.

C@itlin and Marie pulled out of Jess at the same time, her grasping muscles clenching as They drew out of her. Taking the sopped dildo from Marie, C@itlin held it next to Her soaking wet pussy. “you’re going to suck it clean, Mah pet.”

Moaning softly, Jess replied. “Yes, Mistress.”

Undoing her restraints, Marie watched, fingering Her hungry cunt, as Jess got on all fours and took the dildo into her mouth, tasting her juices and smelling the intoxicating sweet aroma of her Mistress’s pussy, taking it further down her throat.

“Mmm…” Jess moaned, sucking the dildo clean, looking pendik escort up at her Mistress with glazed, lust-filled, sparkling sapphire eyes.

“Mmmm, that’s good, pet. you can stop now. Make Mistress cum, slut.”

“Mmm…Yes, Mistress.” Jess said after sliding her mouth off the dildo and putting her lips gently to her Mistress’s wet, hot, silky slit. Breathing in Her arousing scent, Jess parted Her lips gently, licking Her slit up then down and then coming to Her pearl.

“MMmmm…yesssss,pet…”C@itlin moaned.

Smiling into Her pussy, Jess continued, licking Her pearl in circles, rolling it between her lips, nibbling gently.

“OOohhh…god…yes, pet…”

Watching Jess sucking her Mistress’s clit had Marie hot and ready, close to cumming as She fingered her hot, wet pussy.

“MMmm….” Marie moaned and arched Her back, watching Jess, imagining her tongue on Her needy clit.

Taking her Mistress’s pearl into her mouth, Jess began sucking hungrily, milking Her pearl, pressing her finger to Her dark star rim, and pressing inside, massaging Her anal walls while sucking Her clit needily.

“Fuckkkkkkk…Aaaaaghhhhhhhhhh!” C@itlin moaned loudly, Her pussy flooding with Her nectar, cumming hard.

Licking feverishly, Jess licked her Mistress’s creases and folds and trailed her hot, wet tongue down Her slit to Her star, pressing her tongue inside, giving Her a deep clean. Jess’s tongue swirling and climbing Her anal walls, tasting Her.

“Ooohhhhh shittttt! Goddd…pet!” C@itlin screamed out, cumming hard again.

“Mmm…” Jess moaned against her Mistress’s thighs as she lapped her tongue all over her Mistress’s soaked pussy, cleaning Her.

Pulling Jess up, C@itlin kissed her hard and deeply, tasting Her juices on Jess’s tongue. “Mmmmm…” She moaned into Jess’s mouth.

Breaking off the kiss breathlessly, C@itlin looked over at Marie, seeing Her thrashing and bucking against Her fingers. “Mmm…cumm, Sis.”

Moaning, Marie continued rubbing Her magic spot rhythmically, Her head thrashing, cunt gyrating.

“Ohhhh..Mmmmmmm…” Marie cried out as She came in a flooding rush, Her hot juices flowing down Her thighs.

“Mmm…” C@itlin moaned seeing Her Sis’s juices dripping from Her pussy.

“Go clean Her, Mah pet.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Jess obeyed, crawling over to Marie, seeing Her swollen clit still throbbing. Taking it into her mouth, Jess sucked Her dry, milking every drop from Her quivering clit, sending Her body into uncontrollable tremors.

“Gawd…Your bitch is fucking fantastic, Sis. You ever consider getting rid of her, let Me now!”

“I plan on keeping her, Sis, she’s a good little slut. Aren’t you Mah pet?”

Raising her face from Marie’s pussy, Jess nodded. “Yes, Mistress, and happy to be Yours.”

C@itlin smiled. “Come here, baby.”

Jess smiled back. “Yes, Mistress.” And crawled back over to her Mistress, curling up in Her warm and loving embrace.

C@itlin held her close and kissed her, tasting Her Sis’s juices on her tongue. “Mmmm…”

“Love You Mistress.” Jess said smiling, her eyes twinkling.

“I love you too, baby.” C@itlin said smiling down to her, lightly kissing her forehead.

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Brandie skipped classes all day Friday, she had been feeling restless all week so she decided to visit little bar with the funny name on the North Side. One week previous she had felt very uncomfortable at the very same location, of course then the circumstances were quite different.

As part of pledge week the big sisters of her sorority felt it would be a laugh to take some pledges to an alleged lesbian meat market to see how the new fish would react to that environment. Brandie felt uneasy the entire night, not because of the location but because she sensed a simmering hostility of the club regulars whose private space had been violated by a lack of common courtesy.

Chelsea; Big Sista Numero Uno treated the trip like a visit to the zoo, and made no attempt to hide her distain for the other woman in the club. Brandie felt awkward and wondered if the sisters of her house had been white and descended on a club in the Hill District would the brothers and sisters in the “hood” have been as polite about the breach of etiquette. What she needed Brandie thought, was to take her bougie-ass back to Philly.

Brandie returned to the bar because she wanted to prove she harbored no prejudice and her little social experiment was going very well she thought. The truth in fact was not all the women were lesbians; some liked to hang out in an estrogen enriched environment for a few hours just to get away from the world at large.

At the moment she was getting a lesson on shooting pool with one of the most interesting people she ever met, Barbara, better know as DB to her friends. The moniker was short for Dumbbell but not meant as a pejorative but referred to Barbara’s sport of choice body building.

Since retiring from competition she made a living as a fitness trainer and modeling; apparently men enjoyed looking at muscular black women posing in fetish heels and lingerie, sometimes less. Which was the case today she was relaxing after shooting an art layout wearing nothing but a pairs of eight inch heels. She was relaxing now in a pair of well worn jeans, a tank tee shirt and her timberlands.

Thirty year old Barbara was an attractive woman but at five and half feet and one hundred and fifty of hard muscle most people assume she was bull dyke, but she actually enjoyed fine fashion and could be very submissive and feminine if the occasion or partner called for it. She grew up the only girl in a house with four older brothers, became a tomboy; and the sports she learned to enjoy earned her a college scholarship in fact. If most man were put off by her looks, she didn’t care since she preferred woman.

Dressed in a pink tee shirt, a denim mini skirt, and ugg boots, Brandie knew she was looking fly. She had several guys hit on her earlier in the day, one old head even told her she looked like a young Brenda Sykes who every that was. Brandie had fully expected to rebuff an advance from DB by now; the fact she hadn’t troubled her. Once while DB was showing Brandie a better way to aim her shot their bodies brushed closely, Brandie felt an initial rush of adrenaline that quickly changed to unexpected excitement. Brandie hoped her hard nipples didn’t show; they did very noticeably.

As Brandie was lining up her next shot she heard someone else enter the back room where she and DB were playing pool. She tried not to pay any attention, but she still missed her shot. When she turned to see who entered she notice DB and the new person getting very friendly.

DB embraced the waist of a pretty light skinned woman. The woman made a first impression, tall and slim, she styled her dark hair into a crown loose braids which tapered on the sides and back into tiny plaits. She wore a black mini skirt, a lavender blouse, black pumps, and lots jewelry. The women exchanged several playful kisses as slim caressed the muscular arms embracing her.

“I have a surprise for you.” The woman said.

“What, did you finally shave that bush you been growing since I’ve known you?” DB asked, teasingly pulling the woman’s mini skirt pretending to expose part of her buttocks.

“No silly, I’ll show you on the way home,” Said the woman, before asking. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Brandie; she wants to learn how to shoot pool.” DB informed the woman.

The woman had a scary quality to her green eyes Brandie thought even though she introduced herself with a smile on her face.

“You’ll have to excuse my girlfriend’s lack certain social graces. I’m Shaquandra, but everyone calls me Shaq. It’s nice to meet you Brandie. Have we met before?” Shaq inquired.

Thirty one year old Shaq used the term girlfriend to give Brandie the wrong impression; on purpose. The two were not a romantic pair although they frequently enjoyed carnal pleasure together since they were roommates and the best of friends with benefits.

“No I don’t think so,” Brandie answered.

“You in were here last week with that Sorority, weren’t you?” Shaq insisted more than asked. “I wouldn’t forget a tasty little umranıye escort piece of dark chocolate like you.”

The dark chocolate comment gave Brandie a moment of pause as she thought. Is she coming on to me with her girl friend right there?

“Um yes, but that wasn’t my idea…” Brandie started to explain.

“I know we get you girls in her all the time, from every school in the area. I wish the little dykes would just come out and play, don’t you? Shaq asked.

“I don’t think any of them are…in the closet,” Said Brandie.

“Oh really, what about you? Aren’t you trying to pick up my girlfriend? Really if you were dressed like with me I’d be dragging you home to make you holla girl,” Shaq said. “Alright now Shaq,” DB said pretending to scold her friend.

“Oh no, I’m not gay,” Brandie said, whining a little as she spoke.

“Okay, okay if you say so. You know, I like to shoot pool too, but it’s not fun without a wager. I’ll play you for a kiss,” Shaq said.

“What? No we’re not playing for anything,” Insisted Brandie.

“Why, scared you may like it?” Shaq countered.

“No…I just, I just can’t play that good, I’ll lose,” Brandie said.

“So you may get lucky, you have been practicing with DB, so let’s go it’ll be fun,” Shaq insisted.

Since it didn’t appear that anyone was going to step up to save her from the aggressive woman Brandie resigned herself to playing, then a new voice spoke up.

“Oh you’re always trying to get over on someone with that playing for a kiss bullshit, leave her alone,” A woman’s said, her detached voice being heard before she entered the room.

“Isabelle this isn’t High School, and you aren’t the Principle up in here. Plus I know she’s too old to be one of your students,” Said Shaq.

“She was three years ago… Hello Brandie,” Said Isabelle.

Brandie was shocked to see her high School Principle Mrs. Marshall standing in the doorway. In her a gray business suit, with her silver hair pinned into a bun Isabelle had an air of authority. She was a model of black womanhood Brandie aspired to be.

“Hi Mrs. Marshall,” Brandie mumbled, suddenly feeling very young and vulnerable.

“Call me Isabelle; we’re all grown in here,” Laughed Isabelle.

With her third Martini in hand she was feeling no pain in fact she was well on her way to being completely drunk.

“This is between Brandie and me stay out of it Isabelle,” Said Shaq.

“I’m just observing to make sure you don’t take advantage of this baby,” Isabelle said.

“Well since you two are girls and all, how about we make this a four way bet. You get what she gets, from me!” DB said, jumping in to back up Shaq.

“Get what, a kiss. Please I’m way too old for games like this. I’m married for Gods sake,” Isabelle laughed.

“If Shaq wins she gets to kiss Brandie, and I get to kiss you, it’s about time your old ass had a girl gone wild moment,” DB mockingly stated.

“Yeah that’s right, that’s the deal and no backing out of it either,” Huffed Shaq.

“What do we get when Brandie wins?” Isabelle asked.

“Anything you want.” Shaq said.

They decided to play eight ball. Brandie held her own at first dropping in three balls, while Shaq missed several shots before sinking one ball that just happened to be right in front of the hole.

“I may not get my kiss playing like this. What do you want when you win Brandie?” Shaq asked.

“Free drinks for the rest of the night,” Brandie replied; she wanted to get a real good buzz tonight.

Another “Cosmopolitan” had appeared just before the game started sent over by a “friend” at the end of the bar according to Tina the cocktail waitress who delivered it. Brandie felt her ears get very warm being hit on by a woman for the first time; maybe she was attractive to women after all. She sipped the sweet drink between her shots on the pool table.

Shaq missed again and the game turned towards Brandie’s favor, as she dropped two more balls in the pockets and was lining up her next shot when she over heard Shaq’s make a comment to DB.

“Look at her cute little booty when she bends over like that, and I don’t think she’s wearing drawers,” Shaq whispered loud enough to be heard.

Brandie knew trash talk when she heard it; Shaq was trying to throw her game off. Brandie concentrated took aim and rattled a ball around the corner pocket, then ever so slowly the ball eased over into the hole.

“Nice shot Brandie!” Isabelle exclaimed clapping; after she put her fourth martini down.

Brandie had to make two more shot’s and she would win, she lined up the last striped ball on the table and stroked the stick smoothly into the cue ball. The ball clacked against the striped ball, which kissed the bumper next to the side hole and stopped.

“Oh nice try Brandie I almost thought that was going in.” Shaq said.

Then she moved up next to Brandie and said. “Let me show you how it’s done.” şişli escort

DB walked over to the table and placed a wooden case on it, then walked away to sit back in the corner. Brandie watched Shaq open the box and take out the two halves of a pool cue. The two graphite shafts were screwed together quickly and Shaq stoked her fingers over the long implement while smiling. The handle was adorned with a large knob of red crystal the size of a plum.

“This is Miss Ruby Turner, she going to show you a little something about pool now,” Said Shag referring to her custom made cue stick.

“Oh this is bullshit!” Isabelle complained.

“Sit down, Isabelle,” DB snapped, and then continued applying Chap Stick before pursing her lips.

Brandie was mortified seeing the custom made stick, and knew she had been duped, but in the back on her mind a thought was germinating. She knew she couldn’t play well yet agreed to the stakes; was she hoping for some Sapphic experience.

The thought played over in her mind as she watched Shaq drop shot after shot in expert fashion. Shaq rubbed it in Brandie’s face, when only the eight ball was left to secure the victory.

“Eight ball side pocket,” Shaq laughed.

Then smoothly rolled the eight ball past the last striped ball still sitting next to the side pocket where Brandie’s last shot placed it. When the ball clacked against another already n the pocket and the noise snapped Brandie out of her daydreaming. She looked over towards Shaq and stood up to pay her bet off.

Moving on shaky legs Brandie approached Shaq, and stood in front of her to await the payoff. Shaq cupped her chin and in one hand and gently lift her face and placed a kiss on her lips. Brandie was surprised by the softness of the kiss. She had watched girls kiss in bars previously and their drunken slobber fests were messy and pornographic.

Shaq’s mouth opened slightly and Brandie’s followed suit. Brandie could free Shags tongue teasing at the open threshold formed by their mouths, but it stayed outside tantalizing Brandie. Shaq softly sucked Brandies lips in between her own, and Brandie moaned softly from Shaq’s kiss.

She slowly returned the simmering passion she felt and slipped her tongue forward to meld it with Shaq’s. The two probed and explored each others mouths longer then Shaq was expecting.

Shaq stole a look at the other two women in the room expecting a disapproving scowl on Isabelle’s face. Instead she saw the other women deep in a passionate kiss; hands roaming over one another until the older woman’s suit jacket were slipped off in a hurried manner. Isabelle was nervous at first about the kiss, not that she was a prude. She had enjoyed several ménage a trios in college; with two men. When she learned she was her boyfriend’s beard she sought a more sedated relationship. Now at fifty years old she felt that new sexual adventures were beyond her now; who wouldn’t surrounded raw sexuality of nubile young women at school.

The routine nature of her marital bed didn’t help, Friday nights twice a month so her husband had the weekend to recover from the exertion which lasted too few minutes in entirety. Isabelle had refused to give in to convention and had not allowed any toys in her house.

DB took Isabelle in her arms and kissed her in a way Isabelle hadn’t experience in years. A deep soulful kiss, their lips worked against each others twisting nosily and wet. Then DB pulled back to unpin Isabelle’s hair and finger comb through the fine silver strands until they tumbled past the middle of the older woman’s back, before pulling her back in.

When her jacket came off Isabelle was ready to surrender completely. Her surrender would have to wait momentarily. Marsha the barkeeper and house bouncer stepped into the billiard room.

“Everything alright back here?” Asked the barkeep; the last thing she wanted was cops showing up checking on a sexual assault.

“Oh my!” Isabelle sighed; before taking a deep breathed as a deep blush crept across her Carmel colored skin.

“How about you Hon’?” Marsha asked Brandie.

“I’m fine,” said Brandie meekly; feeling eye raped by large woman wearing a Harley Davidson tee shirt.

Brandie wanted to duck behind Shaq as the big biker broad approached her instead she stood frozen in fear. The woman put another Cosmo on the table next to the empties Brandie finished earlier.

“From you friend at the bar.” Marsha said; before retiring from the room closing the door behind her.

Isabelle reached for her jacket, she wasn’t going to press the issue and she wanted to get home quickly knowing a cold shower was in order this evening. She didn’t see DB wink at Shaq, who in returned gave her friend a thumbs up. Shaq took the coat out Isabelle’s hands tossed it aside.

“Where were we,” DB said pulling a willing Isabelle into her arms once more.

Shaq handed Brandie her drink and the two of them leaned against the pool table to watch DB kadıköy escort devour Isabelle. Next piece of apparel removed was the suit skirt, while Isabelle verbally protested the garments remove. Isabelle quickly found herself being lifted onto the pool table, where her shoes joined her skirt on the floor.

Isabelle returned DB’s kisses with as much if not more passion. Her hands tore and pulled at DB’s clothes stripping the covering off the woman’s body like a child attacking presents on Christmas morning.

She quickly reduced DB’s attire to a pair of reinforced toe/heel boot socks. Her eyes admired the firm hardness of DB’s body. Freshly shaved for the modeling shoot earlier that day the smooth brown skin was like a work of sculpture.

Isabelle felt uncomfortable now, her body was soft and she felt she could loose a couple of pounds; she tried to stop the removal of her blouse and half slip. DB would have none of it and pulled them off, revealing lacy red lingerie; shelf cup bra, crotch less panties and garters.

“Damn look at the little closet freak,” Shaq said.

DB admired Isabelle’s body in all its lovely mature fullness. Immediately the woman embraced like old lovers on the green felt of the table. The firmness and strength of DB’s body was welcomed by Isabelle who submissively allowed the younger woman to do as she pleased. DB in turn enjoyed the soft plush feel of Isabelle as she sucked and squeezed the ample goodness of the flesh before her.

Soon fingers explored soft moist places in a frenzy of movement that made Isabelle and DB cry out in climax and left them both breathless and moaning. DB licked her fingers and swirled the pads over Isabelle’s clit leaving her kicking spastically when she came.

Isabelle now overcome with a desire please DB moved between the woman’s legs and saw another woman’s vagina up close and personal for the very first time and this one was shaved. The scent of sex and glistening pink flesh drew her mouth closer and she tasted DB. First a dabbing tongue flicking at the salty syrup seeping from the fruit, then with full probing thrusts of her tongue made DB squeal like a giddy girl, before she sucked on the swollen clit the way she wished her husband would. Isabelle was pleased that she returned the pleasure DB has given her and she enjoyed the sounds of rapture DB uttered.

Twice she came under at DB’s hand and at least twice she could determine she made the DB out like she did. She took the hardened bud of DB’s clit into her mouth worked it soft and lovingly way she enjoyed getting head; when her husband took the time accommodate her correctly. There was a sense of accomplishment when DB clawed her hair and mashed her hips against Isabelle’s sucking lips and licking tongue.

The other women were not inactive during the seduction of Isabelle. When Isabelle and DB first entwined naked on the table Shaq pangs of desire for Brandie emerged.

“I want another kiss.” Shaq said; standing up to lead Brandie by the hand to the opposite end of the pool table.

Brandie was relieved of her tee shirt, skirt and g-string in quick order. After some long deep kisses, during which time Shaq fingered Brandie until the young woman leaked cum liberally as her soft flesh was made pliable.

“It’s time for you to really met Miss Turner,” Shaq said reaching over to the wooden case on the table’s edge.

This time she only removed the red knobbed half of the cue. Shaq gave the faux ruby ornament a slow nasty lick and smiled at Brandie. Leaning in close Shaq spit on Brandie’s clit and pressed the smooth crystal plum into the puddle. She rubbed the spit in a circle over the hard nub making Brandie gasp and moan a series of quick “Oh’s”. This was Shaq’s favorite thing in the world turning out young women and bending them to her will.

The red ball moved expertly over the sensitive nerve hub bringing Brandie’s ass off the table so many times she finally pulled her knees back and folded herself until she could cross her ankles behind her head and to lock herself in position.

Shaq watched the facial expressions to gauge the girl’s readiness, and then slipped the hard knob inside Brandie. With quick short strokes she fucked the jeweled shaft in and out the girl’s soft wet flesh until the pussy talked back to her in wet bubbling syllables.

“Ohhhh my god…fuck me! Yes yes yes fuck me!” Brandie wailed.

As the waves of pleasure swept and carried her up, up, up to her special place the rhythmic thrusting ceased and the cue now moved back and forth sideways slowly. Shaq rolled the cue’s shaft between her palms spinning it left, and then spinning it back like a washing machine’s agitator the crystal knobs smooth hardness lathered the tight walls. Shaq’s hands moved increasingly faster until the motion used could have started a fire or melt young pussy; which it did at Brandie’s direction.

“Oh yeah. Yeah there, there oh oh, there, there, there,” Brandie cried while making her oh face.

“The boys never gave it to you like that did they?” Shag asked mockingly.

Brandie only shook her head in response unable to trust her voice at that point as the mist of another orgasmic wave covered her; then she screamed in a voice she never heard before as the weight the pleasure crushed her.

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I always thought that Jessica had a beautiful body, although I tried my best to pretend not to notice. I was 24 then, and she was 21. We’d met at church 5 years earlier, and had been best friends from the beginning. Jess was one of those “comfortable with her body” people, which made it difficult for me to pretend I wasn’t attracted to her on some level. Anytime we were at her house, she found some reason to undress, leaving me feeling awkward, and trying to desperately fix my gaze on something other than her. I was a church girl, and church girls weren’t supposed to think the things I thought while trying not to look.

“So are you gonna stay over tonight or what,” she said while pulling a black tank top up over her head. “My grandparents are gonna be gone until Sunday, so we’ll have the house ALL to ourselves…and you know what THAT means.”

I could tell she expected me to answer. And, I would have. But, I honestly had no idea what that was supposed to mean. I pulled my eyes away from the magazine I was pretending to read, and focused intently on her face, trying to ignore her exposed breasts just below.

She sighed.

“THAT means we can do whatever we want, sleep in the den, and my grandmother won’t be around to bug us all night.”

She quickly sat on the bed opposite me, and positioned her hands in the classic prayer posture, imploring me to not let her down.

“You gonna stay?”

Was I going to stay? I was undecided. I had to work early the next morning, and knew that if I stayed the night, I’d get no sleep. It was hard to resist her begging, though. I’d been feeling guilty about dodging her invitations to hang out on the weekends. Between that, and the fact that I knew she didn’t like being alone at night, I felt I didn’t really have much of a choice.

“I GUESS so,” I said, feigning indifference. She didn’t buy my apathy.

She leaned in quickly to give me a hug, her breast brushing against my arm.

“Whoo! We’re gonna have so much fun.”

She jumped up fast, finished changing clothes and bolted out the bedroom door. Instead of following her, I lay back on the bed and shut my eyes. I was tired. It was only 10 o’clock but I was already counting down the hours until I had to wake up.

“You wanna watch a movie,” I heard her yell from the kitchen. A movie….no. Not now.

“Sure,” I said without much conviction. “Pick out whatever you want, but I’m warning you I’ll probably fall asleep!”

I got up from the bed and moved to the dresser. Our spontaneous slumber parties were so frequent, I’d kept spare pajamas at Jess’s house for years. I opened the bottom drawer, and rustled through the barrage of assorted t-shirts, shorts and panties. I chose what I thought would be the most comfy and headed to the bathroom to change. I met up with her in the doorway, just in time to see her eyes roll to the ceiling.

“Kelly, I’ve told you a thousand times…you don’t have to go the bathroom every time you change clothes. I don’t care if you change in front of me.”

Whereas Jessica had drawn the card of the leggy blonde at birth, I hadn’t been so fortunate. Instead, I drew the card of the chubby girl with the pretty face, and at that time in life, was painfully self-conscious of my body. In fact, during all the time we’d spent together, Jessica had never seen me naked; something that seemed to almost offend her.

“And, I’ve told you a thousand times,” I said, giving her the sweetest look I could muster, “I’ll be right back.”

With that, I stuck out my tongue and headed for the bathroom. Although Jessica was always telling me how beautiful she thought I was, I didn’t buy it. I brushed her flattery off to my best friend in the world, trying to make me feel good about myself. She was supposed to tell me those things. So, I ignored them.

“You’re gonna love this movie,” I heard her shout. “It’s one I’ve wanted to see for a while, but could never watch when my grandparents were home.”

Naturally, that got my attention.

“I taped it from HBO about a month ago…I think I told you about it.”

I made my way back to her room, and tossed my clothes in a corner. I felt her presence behind me before I felt her whisper in my ear.

“I said I think I told you about it.”

I turned around to find her standing close, her face inches away from mine.

“What movie is it?”

She wiggled her eyebrows up and down a little while answering, “Better Than Chocolate. That lesbian movie.”

“Ewwww,” I said in mock disgust. “You really wanna watch that? You want to watch lesbian porn?”

She laughed.

“It’s not lesbian porn,” she said, hitting me with one of the pillows she was carrying out the room. “It’s a love story, and I’ve heard it’s good. It just happens to be about two women.”

I picked up the remaining two pillows from the bed and followed her out the door.

“You can say it’s not lesbian porn if you want…but, if there are two women doing the nasty…I reserve the right to call it bagdat caddesi escort lesbian porn.”

I hated to admit it, but I suddenly wasn’t tired. As a matter of fact, I was probably pretty perky. I’d always wondered what it would be like to watch two women having sex. Although I tried my best to fight it, the idea had always appealed to me. Maybe I wouldn’t regret my lack of sleep in the morning, after all.

While she pulled out the sofa bed, I grabbed some blankets from the hall closet. In five minutes, the bed was made, the movie was starting, and Jessica was beginning to take off her shirt. I’d forgotten about that part. She had a habit of sleeping in the nude, and just a week earlier, had convinced me to start doing the same thing. She looked at me as though to ask what I was waiting for.

“Take it off, girl.”

I paused for a moment. I didn’t feel like hearing her whine about my being so shy, so I jumped in the bed, pulled the sheet up over my head and removed my PJ’s, opting to leave only my panties. I then tucked the sheet tight under my arms, ensuring that I was completely decent. I glanced in her direction. She had her back to me, and was in the process of sliding off her underwear. Since she was facing the other way, I took a moment to take in the view. My eyes slid down her back, settling on her ass. To my horror, I felt my clit tighten for a moment, and immediately looked in the other direction. What was wrong with me?

“You ready,” she said, climbing in the bed.

The movie had already started and she settled into her pillow after giving me a big smile. She thought nothing of allowing her breasts to remain exposed, and allowed the sheet to settle around her lower torso. The lights were out, but the glow from the television allowed me to see that her nipples were somewhat erect. I couldn’t help wondering if her nipples being erect stemmed from the chill in the air, or the situation we’d found ourselves in; the two of us naked for the most part, in the same bed, about to watch two women make love for two hours. I decided that she probably thought nothing of the situation, and tried my best to concentrate on the movie instead of her body.

For the first hour, that wasn’t too difficult: what was happening on the screen was beautiful; two girls kissing and touching….licking and sucking each other…it was titillating. I found myself more aroused than I’d ever been in my life. My pussy was aching to be touched…but, I wouldn’t dare risk her catching me. Instead, I repositioned myself on my side, pulling the crotch of my panties into me and hard against my clit. That way the incessant throbbing would at least be met with some kind of pressure. It was then that I noticed how wet I was. It was shameful…and I wondered if the movie was having the same effect on her.

Neither of us said a word for the duration of the film. We merely exchanged a few nervous smiles, and when the end credits finally rolled, she turned the television off, then in the darkness crossed to the far end of the room and turned on a small lamp. I stared into my pillow as she climbed back into the bed. I was in agony. She mumbled a brief “goodnight” and settled back into her pillow.

15…20…30 minutes went by, and I still hadn’t fallen asleep. And, from the soft glow of the lamp, I could tell she wasn’t asleep either. She was very alert; her eyes boring a hole into the ceiling from her vacant stare. I very deliberately shut my eyes, knowing that I had to wake up in a few scant hours. It was at the moment, she chose to speak.

Her voice was barely audible.

“What do you think it would be like?”

I leaned up on one arm.

“What do I think what would be like?”

She turned her head in my direction.

“The movie…” her voice sort of trailed off.

What was she talking about? I thought I knew, but didn’t want to jump to conclusions. So, I played dumb.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, trying to put some confusion into my voice. She sighed in frustration, and turned over to face me, one hand pushing the hair out of her eyes, and the other supporting her head.

“You know…like,” she searched for something to say, and finally stammered out, “I don’t know…kissing a girl?”

I took a sharp intake of breath, and then tried to fake an heir of nonchalance I wasn’t feeling. “I don’ know. I guess it would be like kissing a guy, except without the stubble scratching your face up.”

She didn’t laugh. She rolled her eyes and sank back into her pillow, only to pop right up and ask me sternly, “I’m serious. Have you ever thought about it?”

How was I supposed to answer that question? Of course I’d thought about it. I’d thought about it a zillion times. But, I couldn’t be honest. Instead, I played it safe, and answered her question with one of my own.

“I don’t know…have YOU ever thought about it?”

She didn’t hesitate when answering.

“Yea, I’ve thought about it. I’ve thought nisantasi escort about it a lot.”

That wasn’t the answer I expected. I could tell by the way she was looking at me that she was getting impatient waiting for me to answer. So, I bit my lip and confessed.

“Okay…I may have thought about it a time or two. I’m sure everybody’s thought it before.”

I tried to explain myself, but she cut me off with another question.

“Yea, but have you ever like…WANTED to do it? Like, really wanted to…beyond just thinking about it?”

She seemed annoyed now, and her abrupt change in demeanor was making me nervous. I didn’t know how to answer, so just looked at her and kind of shrugged my shoulders. She slumped back into her pillow and a few minutes passed before she said another word.

“If I wanted to kiss you…would you let me?”

Her question left me stunned. I didn’t answer. I lay my head back into my pillow and looked up at the ceiling. What was happening? I was confused…and excited…and frightened. She pulled herself closer to me, and again leaned up, resting her head in her palm. Her face was just a few inches away from mine, and I could feel her naked body pressed against my arm. All the irritation in her voice was gone when she asked again,

“Would you let me?”

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I felt my pulse quicken, and the throbbing in my clit, which had subsided, returned with brutal force. I couldn’t speak. I merely looked at her, and gave a faint nod of my head. I heard her breathe in raggedly, and within a few seconds, her mouth was descending onto mine. Our lips barely brushed against each other at first, but the effect was dizzying. Her breath was ragged, and hot. Shyly and slowly…she applied more pressure with her lips, causing mine to part ever so slightly. She gave me tiny kisses this way for a few seconds, and then I felt her tongue graze my bottom lip. My ragged intake of breath must have scared her. She looked worried and afraid when she pulled back.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No…I don’t want you to stop,” I said, leaning up to regain contact with her mouth. I felt her moan as my mouth again met hers.

As her tongue licked at me, I settled back into the pillow, and slowly parted my lips to allow her the entrance she was seeking. I was scared. Even though I’d thought about this for years, the fact that it was finally happening unnerved me. I lay there stiff as a board, hoping she couldn’t tell how frightened I was. I felt a hand go into my hair, as her mouth traveled to my neck. Her hot tongue on my ear lobe sent a jolt of pleasure through me. Every nerve ending in my body was on acute alert, and it confused me. Yes, I’d had sex before, but nothing I’d ever felt made me feel like this. This was genuine arousal; nothing I had to fake. I was more aroused by her kissing my neck than I’d ever been from having sex with a guy.

“Kelly,” she whispered in my ear. “What do you want to do?”

I didn’t know how to answer. I knew what I wanted. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to feel her body pressed against mine. I wanted the release that my body was aching for. But, what did she want?

“I don’t know,” was all I could muster. “What do you want to do?”

Her hand went to the sheet that was still tightly tucked under my arms. She pulled at it lightly, causing it to give just a little. I felt flurries of panic in my stomach.

“I want to look at you,” she said, and slid the sheet down a bit more.

Although everything inside me cried out to make her stop, I didn’t. I just lay there, and looked down at my breasts. She pulled the sheet slowly. I watched as my dark areola came into view, and I cringed. I’d always been jealous of Jessica’s light pink nipples. We were complete opposites, she and I. Everything about her was light; everything about me, dark. I wondered what she would think. I watched her face as I felt the sheet slide over and off of my hard nipples, then settle low on my hips. This was the first time Jessica had ever seen my body, and I was petrified. Her lips parted slightly, and I saw that her eyes had a glassy quality to them.

“I knew it,” she said, leaning down to kiss my lips.

I felt her hand cup one of my breasts, causing me to gasp against her mouth. Her kiss was urgent this time, not languorous and soft like before. She again traveled to my neck with her tongue, giving me an opportunity to speak. What was she talking about before? What did she know?

“You knew what,” I said, sounding more concerned than I wanted to.

She laughed a little, and sat up on her knees. Her hand reached down, and I watched as she circled my erect nipple with one finger.

“I knew that your nipples would be the color of honey.”

It was my turn to laugh. She reached down and grabbed my hands, urging me up on my knees in front of her. We sat there for a moment, staring at each other. Neither of us had been in this situation ataköy escort before. She grabbed my hands, and put them around her, drawing us close together. Her skin was hot and smooth against me; our breasts pressed against each other. I somehow found the boldness to finally touch her, and ran my fingertips up and down her sides. She shuddered, and I somehow found my voice, beneath my uncertainty.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

My hands traveled to her full tits, and I scratched her nipples with my nails. I brought my tongue to her neck, licking and kissing just below her ear lobe.

“And, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to touch me,” she whispered into my ear. “You don’t know how I used to lie in bed after you fell asleep, thinking of all the things I wanted to do to you, and the things I wanted you to do to me.”

This surprised me. She continued.

“I remember one night, when I knew you were asleep, I lay there next to you, fingering my pussy…and I wanted so badly for you to wake up and catch me.”

I felt her hand leave my body as she spoke. Then, I felt her legs part a little. I looked down to see her fingers stroking the outer lips of her cunt. She slowly leaned back a bit, while spreading her legs a little more. I watched in awe as her thumb made its way inside her. I could hear her wetness as she circled her clit, which made the agonizing ache in my pussy even worse. I groaned as I watched, then gasped out of surprise as I felt her other hand make it’s way between my legs. Her fingers slowly stroked the thin material covering my pussy.

I’m not sure what happened to me then, but suddenly any nervousness or uncertainty I’d been feeling left me, and what we were doing seemed like the most natural thing in the world. To her protest, I pulled myself away from her, and sat back against the top part of the sofa, my legs spread out in front of me. I then worked my panties down and tossed them onto the floor. I suppose we were thinking the same thing, because when she came close to me, she held onto my shoulders for balance then straddled my lap. She leaned down to kiss me as one of her hands traveled to my breast, and the other between my legs. When she broke the kiss and rose up, her breasts were even with my face. God….they were beautiful.

As she worked her finger around my clit, I leaned in to kiss and lick one erect nipple while my fingers caressed the other. I found myself mimicking the movements of her finger on my clit, with my tongue. I licked in soft circles first…then a little harder…a little faster. I then pulled it into my mouth, sucking it gently a first, and then harder, while circling with my tongue. When I grazed her nipple with my teeth, I heard her moan, and felt her body tremble. I then focused on the other breast, taking no time to suck her nipple between my lips.

I was so enraptured with what my tongue was doing to her, that I scarcely noticed when her hand left my pussy. Somewhere in my head, a faint sucking noise registered and I glanced up in time to see her slowly sliding a finger out of her mouth, then back in again. I stopped everything I was doing and watched her slowly suck and lick my wetness off her finger. She saw me watching, then quickly dove into my pussy with her free hand, moving her fingers around inside me to lubricate them.

Instead of bringing her hand to her mouth like I expected, she surprised me by tracing my bottom lip with one glistening, wet finger. Her other hand went around my neck as she drew her face closer to mine.

“Taste it, Kelly…you taste so fucking good,” she said, almost incomprehensibly, as her hips began to grind against me.

As she slid her finger into my mouth, my hand instinctively moved between her legs. I ground her clit between my thumb and forefinger, as for the first time, I tasted my pussy on someone else’s skin. It was almost intoxicating, and I found myself licking at her finger feverishly as she spread her legs wider to give me more access to her hungry cunt.

I slid one finger inside her as my thumb continued its assault on her throbbing clit. Her hips began to move in a grinding circular motion, and I could tell she was going to cum soon. She hastily removed her finger from my mouth, only to replace it with her tongue. She kissed me hard, and I felt her whimper into my mouth as she convulsed around my finger, her hot juices flooding onto my hand.

She lay limp against me for a moment, her breath hot against my neck. She whispered huskily into my ear.

“I want you to cum.”

Although I hadn’t cum, at this point, I felt fully sated. It didn’t matter to me whether I was going to cum or not.

“I want your pussy,” she whispered almost shyly. “I want it in my mouth…I want you to cum in my mouth, Kelly.”

Her hands slid to my thighs, as her body inched down little by little, her mouth leaving a hot trail of kisses down my neck…my breasts…my abdomen. And, although I was intensely aroused, I was terror stricken. No one had ever gone down on me before. I was never comfortable enough with either of the guys I’d been with to let them put their face between my legs…their mouth on my pussy. It was the most intimate thing I could possibly imagine, and I simply couldn’t allow myself to feel so vulnerable; so exposed.

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Judy pulled or rather jerked out that stubborn bottom file cabinet drawer. She hated doing that right in front of Wendy desk. There was always some kind of sexist remark. Lifting out the file folder, she stood up checking the contents.

“Nice show, but you forgot to close the drawer honey. Of course we both know why, you’re just looking for an excuse to shimmy and shake those sexy buns for me again.” Judy ignored her remark and got down on one knee this time to close the drawer but that exposed her thigh nearly to the panty line.

“Damn it” she whispered below her breath, she didn’t think the mini dress would creep up that much. Darlena insisted that she wear revealing clothes to work. She wanted people to enjoy and envy her great body; share the wealth visually anyway she always said.

“Oh wow, exposing that luscious black shank now. What’s next honey, a complete strip tease? I’m getting so hot.” Judy got up glancing icily at her tormentor but said nothing and returned to her desk. Wendy was her boss, sort of that is. She’d been with the company six years and at twenty-four was five years older. An out of the closet lesbian, she made sexual remark every day. Judy hadn’t told her that she was BI and enjoying a sexual relationship with a married couple. It was none of her business but maybe if she knew, the harassment would stop. She would talk to Darlena and John again as soon as she got home.

“What’s the matter Ebony dear,” Wendy continued, “are we not talking today?”

“I have work to do and I told you before that I’m tired of your innuendoes. You don’t know if I’m a lesbian and even if I was, why should I be interested in doing it with you?”

“I know you’re ‘a sister’ honey. I’ve never been wrong yet and what’s wrong with me? Look at me,” she stood up and turned three hundred and sixty degrees. “I’m not voluptuous like you are of course but I’ve got a nice firm body. You got perky tits and mine are well … bigger. You’re black, I’m creamy white and blonde; we complement each other. I’ve got a lot of experience, you don’t and I love to teach, hands on. How about it Ebony let’s have a go at it tonight.” She hated it when Wendy called her that. John called her Ebony; from him it was a term of endearment. Because of that, even though she didn’t think it was exactly racist, she took it as an insult. Wendy did not know of course of her love affair with John and Darlena and naturally, she couldn’t tell her.

She got home that evening and met Darlena in the kitchen. They kissed and hugged warmly and Judy prepared to help with the meal. “I hear the shower going Darlena, is John home already?”

“Yes but he’ll be leaving right after supper, he’s flying out on business for at least one day.”

“Oh but he promised … you know, tonight. It’s been three days.”

“I know sweetie, you’ll get a quick one before he leaves though, I’m sure.”

“It’s not the same as in ‘the room’.”

“Ebony, you’re home, let’s have a kiss.” John entered wearing a bathrobe, extending his arms. Judy flew into his embrace and kissed him passionately. “I don’t have much time sweetie, would you take her panties off Darlena?”

“Oh, these rules of engagement, do I really have to when I’m busy? I’m trying to get supper on the table.” She sat a pot down on the stove and lifted Judy’s skirt sliding her panties down. Judy lifted one foot and then the other as Darlena took them off. She lifted the skirt again and gave Judy’s protruding black rear a couple of slaps. “Get on with it you two, supper will be ready in five minutes.

“I’ll draw cream in less than that,” Judy panted as she loosened his robe and slid it off his shoulders. “Look Darlena it’s throbbing already,” she frigged his rod, turning her body so Darlene could see her husbands weapon.

“You’re wasting time doll, stop talking and jump to it,” Darlena laughed shaking her head.

“No she’s not jumping on it. Bend over the island Ebony.” She eagerly presented her rear, squirming impatiently and reached between her thighs for the guidance. He whacked her twice, before closing in and let her position his engorged mushroom in her ever-ready target. She moaned with relief as he gently drove it home. Darlena leaned over the island and kissed her softly.

“You love that feeling don’t you honey.” She was holding two plates of food and left for the dining room.

“Ooooh Darlena ooooh you don’t know how much” He began stroking her slowly, while groping her thighs. Darlena returned picking up another plate.

“Better get on with it honey, you’ve got a plane to catch.” She kissed Judy again and then John, muffling their moans. He ratcheted up the action making her moan louder with each stroke. “Darlene left again and returned for more, “do you want dessert dear?” He shook his head. She opened the fridge looking back at them. “What do you guys want to drink, juice or pop?” There was no answer only passionate moans as he closed in on the main event.” Darlena shook her head and brought juice avrupa yakası escort to the dining room. John moaned his ejaculation and slowed to a stop as she returned. She handed Judy a towel, “get John and yourself cleaned up, supper is on the table.”

Judy dropped to her knees and suckled her hors d’oeuvre noisily.

“Table manners please Judy,” Darlena quipped. “No slurping!”

Judy dried him off and then stood up, drying her vagina while pouting.

“Sorry to rush Ebony, Darlena will get you off later.” Judy helped him on with his robe and they sat down for supper.

Darlene sat next to Judy and put an arm around her. “Cheer up sweetheart we’ll have fun tonight, just the two of us.” Judy attempted to smile and nodded. “Is there something else wrong Judy you don’t seem your lusty self today.”

“Oh it’s that Wendy-bother again, she won’t stop.”

“She is still harassing you Ebony,” John said. Judy nodded. “Why don’t you invite her over sometime and we’ll indoctrinate her into the mysteries of the room for a night. That should fix her.”

“No John please, I love you two; I don’t want to share with her.” Darlena hugged her again and kissed her on the cheek.

“We don’t want you to do anything unless you enjoy it Darling but we share you with other women and couples. You like that don’t you?”

“Yes but Wendy’s not bisexual, she doesn’t like men at all.” Darlena glanced at John and they both smiled mischievously.

“That could be interesting John, she’s crazy about Judy. I’ve seen her; she’s a good-looking long legged hard body with an outsized soft-top. Maybe she would go to any length to earn Judy’s body, including submitting totally to a man in return. This could be great fun, how about it Judy? Would you do it for John and me?”

“I will do anything for the two people I love most in the world but I would have to submit to her.”

“Not very often maybe only once, as a matter of fact not for a week or maybe two after her first appointment in the room. It’s your decision Judy,” she kissed her on the cheek.

“Actually it would be fun to watch her encounter the room. What do you want me to do?”

“Invite her for dinner next week some time, just don’t tell her about us. We’ll spring our relationship on her after dinner.”

***

Judy wore a clinging knitted mini dress to work Monday morning that she knew would bring an immediate response from Wendy. She smiled and shook her head with each remark during the first half of the day. After lunch, she brought a report to Wendy’s desk pretending she wanted advice. Usually she would stand in front of her desk but this time she stood next to her and bent over to leaf through the pages. She explained her feigned problem and it only took a few seconds before a hand began to slide up her inside thigh. She pushed Wendy’s hand away and stood up.

“Come on Wendy, get serious I need this information.”

“Sorry Judy, I have deviant hands. Show me that page again.” Judy returned to her side and bent over the desk again. This time Wendy actually answered her questions and even added some advice about a related subject. Judy thanked her, picked up her folder and turned to go to her desk. Before she could take one step however, Wendy jammed a hand up under her skirt and clutched her mound. She was wearing very flimsy undies just for that purpose and Wendy managed to run one finger in between her labia and nearly penetrated her vagina.

“Wendy are you crazy?” She jerked away and ran to her desk where she sat down and closed her eyes while pretending to gasp for air. “We got to talk Wendy, this has gone on far enough!”

“I’m always willing to negotiate your surrender Ebony; what will it be, your castle or mine?” Judy ignored her, concentrating on her work. Someone came in and Wendy was kept busy until coffee break. Wendy asked her again during break, where they should talk.

“We can talk right here, I can’t go on like this we have to get this problem resolved.” She glanced at Wendy her lips parted while breathing deeply.

“I’m getting to you, right Ebony? I’ll let down my drawbridge tonight and we can negotiate the terms of an armistice. Smoke a piece pipe, if you like.”

“No it has it has to be at my place, Wednesday night at seven for dinner. There is one condition though; you won’t harass me any more in this office. If you do, our dinner date will be off. Oh, and one more thing, don’t ever call me Ebony again.”

“All right, Judy it is,” Wendy said, her face beaming with the smile of a triumphant warrior.

***

“Come on in Wendy, supper is almost ready.”

“Wow Judy, that’s quite a spread you parents have here, I like it.” Judy just smiled and brought her to the dining room.

“John this is Wendy my coworker.” John got up and took her hand.

“Please to meet you Wendy, I’ve heard a lot about you. Please sit down,” he gallantly held her chair. Darlene came in with a plate anadolu yakası escort and set it down.

“This is Wendy, Darlene.” Darlene smiled and said hi, excusing herself. Wendy was speechless at this revelation. John and Darlene were lily white and only in their late twenties.

“But Judy I thought you lived with your parents?” Judy just smiled and shook her head. Darlena came back and sat down across from Wendy.

After dinner, Judy helped Darlena clear off the table. Wendy offered to help but Darlena told her to go in the living room with John and wait there for coffee and sweets. After about five minutes of small talk, Darlena brought in the tray. “Judy is just freshening up,” she said smiling sweetly at Wendy; “she won’t be a minute.”

Judy entered a minute later, stark naked and sat on the couch between John and Darlena. She kissed John and then Darlena and smiled innocently at Wendy while spreading and then crossing her thighs invitingly. Wendy mouth fell open; here was the body she had lusted after in the scanty sexy dresses Judy had been wearing. She was even more beautiful than she could have imagined; a sex goddess revealed in all her luscious glory. The couple on the couch faded away in a mist, only Judy, a shapely vision of alluring sexuality registered in her mind. Judy’s voice finally dissipated the mist and the couple reappeared like two sentries prepared to lay down their lives. Guarding Judy like she was the Crown Jewels in the Tower of London

“I guess you can consider me the common law spouse of John and Darlena, Wendy. We have agreed to offer you my body under certain conditions.”

“Well I’ll be,” Wendy replied as she slowly regaining her composure. “Sweet straight laced Judy, a bisexual living in sin.” She looked at John “and I suppose that I would have to submit my body to an … ugh … man for the first time as some sort of payment in kind?”

“That could be Wendy,” Darlena broke in “but we’re not going to tell you what the conditions are. We – the three of us – promise you Judy for one night, maybe more after two weeks. In return you will submit to a trial of sexual submission, without question tonight and then as often in the next two weeks that we see fit.”

Judy got up and poured Wendy’s coffee, mixing in a spoon of sugar and just the right amount of cream.

“You know what I like, don’t you Judy and I’m not talking about coffee.” Judy knelt in front of her, stirring the coffee, smiling innocently. Darlena handed Judy a plate of sweets, which she then offered to Wendy. She held the plate just below her breasts taking a small piece herself. Wendy reached for one but Judy offered hers, letting her take a bite. She then ate the remainder herself while not taking her eyes off Wendy.

“So,” Wendy spoke up, reluctantly taking her eyes off Judy, glancing at John and Darlena and then back at Judy. “I get this beautiful creature for one night maybe more. In the mean time, I submit my body to an unknown fate. In other words, I become a sex slave volunteering my body to an unknown number and variety of sex acts with two or maybe more persons of either gender. I could be gang banged by the entire city.” John and Darlena just smiled at her and shrugged. “You really love this couple Judy and you are quiet willing to hand over the goods to please them.”

“Yes, I love them,” Judy cooed, “and no,” her voice became businesslike; “I won’t hand over the goods to please them. I would make love to you when the time came to please myself. You must remember that I’m not a sex slave but a common law spouse. If one of us wishes to have an extramarital affair, we do it only with the approval of our marital partners. That doesn’t necessarily mean we would all have sex with that person but, that person must willingly submit to any or all of us if asked.”

Wendy said nothing for a minute weighing her options, looking back and forth at Judy and her ‘common law partners’ on the couch. “All right; yes Judy, I’ll do whatever is necessary.” She shuddered looking at John, “I’ll even submit to a man.” Judy smiled and got up off her knees. She then turned around swaying her shapely rear end while taking the few steps to the couch and sat down with John who put his arm around her kissing her. Darlena got up and approached Wendy who sat with a fixed stare, looking at what was to her the most beddable dreamboat on the planet, kissing what was to her the wrong gender.

“Don’t forget now you will be on trail for a two week period.” John spoke matter-of-factly. “That means you totally satisfy whoever we decide to have you serve or you don’t get this little doll.” He squeezed Judy and kissed her passionately.

Wendy nodded still mesmerized by Judy’s enticing nubile flesh. “I understand,” she heard herself say; imagining Judy in her arms, not his.

“Alright now Wendy get up,” Darlena said sharply. Wendy didn’t move just stared at the two on the couch. “Wendy! Hello! Snap out of it!” She etiler escort rose like a robot, its artificial eyes fixed on Judy, and waited for the next command. Darlena didn’t waste any time and unbuttoned Wendy’s blouse. She pulled it down of her arms and reached around her, undoing her bra. “Let’s have a look at your chest then,” she said and pulled off her bra, letting it drop to the floor. “Nice full hangers,” she groped one and stood to one side so John and Judy could see. She undid her belt and pulled down the zipper dropping her skirt to the floor. Wendy was wearing a garter belt and skimpy panties.

Darlena stood back and studied her body. “Undo the garters and remove your stockings.” She spoke quietly but firmly. Wendy removed the items automatically and waited. “Now the garter belt, ” Darlena approached her while she took it off, feeling her breasts again. “Now pull your panties down to mid thigh.” She did and Darlena fluffed her pubic hairs with her fingertips. “Nice full red triangle don’t you think so,” she looked back at Judy and John. Taking a hold of Wendy’s shoulders, she turned her letting them a look at her from all angles.

“Looks good,” John said.” You must work out regularly?” Wendy, still in a daze didn’t answer. “You want to take her to ‘the room’ Ebony or should Darlena.”

“Would you take her please Darlena?” Judy answered, “I’m only going to watch tonight anyway.”

“As you wish, Doll,” Darlena said. “Take your panties right off Wendy and come with me.” Wendy stepped out of them and followed Darlena, looking back longingly at Judy. “You’ll take care of her clothing Judy, won’t you,” Darlena said. Judy nodded while kissing John.

* **

Wendy followed Darlena down a set of stairs. They entered a room dimly lit from a red lamp on one wall. Darlena backed her into a strange contraption; pushing her back up against something that felt like a leather cushion. A belt was fitted around her waist strapping her to it. He wrists were clamped into something on both sides of her at shoulder level. Then Darlena took a hold of each of her feet placing them on footrest, strapping her ankles to them.

“Don’t be afraid honey you’re not going to be harmed. I’m just going to reposition your body.” She began to notice her dim surrounding when a motor started humming and her body was slowly tilted into a near horizontal position. She was now lying on the leather pad which supported her body from the small of her back and up. Her head was resting in something with ear lugs that felt like when you were in a dentist chair. Darlena adjusted it and asked if she was comfortable. She just stared and then a strap was fitted around her forehead, leaving her unable to move her head. Her knees were lashed to something leaving her spread-eagled and completely immobile. Darlena made some adjustments moving whatever her ankles were tied too until her knees were bent slightly.

She heard the motor again and felt her body being elevated. She could make out a fuzzy image of her own body in a ceiling mirror. Suddenly she felt a wet cloth in her crotch. I’m sure you’re clean honey but I just want to make sure.” Her crotch and vagina got a good wash. Darlena spread her labia with two fingers of one hand and using the cloth with one finger, cleansing the valley of sexual exploration. Wendy jerked in her restraint as her clit was touched. Finally, she felt Darlene’s tongue licking every part of her crotch including her clit. She moaned in disappointment as Darlena stopped and walked away. “Just testing honey; house rules.”

She saw a red glow moving towards her and tried to raise her head. “Just a heat lamp honey I want to make sure your pussy is hot.” She set up the lamp close to her crotch and placed a cord in her hand. “That’s a switch, if it gets too hot you can turn if off. She heard the motor again and she felt herself being lowered. The lamp being somehow attached to the machine followed and with the extra light she could now see her shadowy self in the mirror. The movement stopped and Darlena kissed her. “Are you comfy dear?” She blinked being unable to nod; “good. I’ll be leaving now if you have a problem just call.”

“How long before you come back?” It was Wendy’s first words after coming out of her trance.

“Just be patient dear, mystery is all part of your trial.” She turned off the red lamp and left, closing the door behind her.

She stared of her ghoulish image in the ceiling. It appeared, as if she was being held by four legs of a giant spider, with a huge red monstrous eye staring at her vagina. It sent shivers through her body and she turned off the lamp. The glow of the lamp faded slowly and left her in total darkness, which unnerved her. She turned the lamp on again and closed her eyes, the warmth in her crotch turned almost erotic. She squinted trying not to look in the mirror when something began to flicker next it, revealing itself as a blank television screen.

There was more flickering and then a close up of Judy’s face appeared. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. The camera zoomed back, revealing her stretched out on a bed, squirming, twisting and caressing her body. She opened her eyes and blew a seductive kiss to the camera. “There is a microphone near you Wendy,” She whispered in a vampish voice. “Can you hear me?”

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(Author’s note: All of these stories are intended for a very specific audience—lesbians who’ve had problems with religious beliefs, and their overwhelming desire to love another woman. The mental and emotional stress they have been subjected to, while wholly unnecessary and erroneous, still takes its toll on those so afflicted.

These stories were meant to reach lesbians, thus though they have much religious text in them, they would most likely not be seen by most lesbians if placed in the Essay category. Beside that, they all are set as stories, thus placement in the Lesbian category. If you still wish to read them, please keep these items in mind.

All citations are accurate within the bibles (King James Version and New Revised Standard Version, plus some from The Catholic Bible) they are taken from, and you are welcome to verify all of it. In fact, I hope you do verify it all as it will lead you, if you need it, to the truth of the lies we are told, and an understanding of how those lies are affecting so many, and in so many ways. Also, the historical evidence is also known as accurate, and you are welcome to verify that as well. Solo Veritas! Thank you.)

(Reading note: All of these stories are about lesbians who have had problems—great or small—with religion in their church and/or religious family, as well as how religion was being used to shame lesbians with much believed lies. The stories are best understood, and make more sense if read in sequence of submission, which is: The Devil’s Gateway, parts 1 and 2; Fortune’s Wiles, parts 1 and 2; Liv’s Legacy: Anise; and finally, this one, Liv’s Legacy: Paula, part 1 and 2. Thank you.)

Chapter 9

It was true. I hadn’t dreamed it. I was naked. Liv was naked. My body felt like it was glowing, and my pussy was glowing happily, contented. We had made love, and we were in love. Then again, maybe it was what they called a lucid dream, a dream where I knew I was dreaming, but could alter it. If that was so, I would alter it so that it never ended. This dream would never end.

Upon both of us awakening, we each attempted to snuggle into each other’s pussy, but to our great surprise, though it shouldn’t have been, we had to run and relieve ourselves.

“Can’t even enjoy ourselves first thing in the morning. Now that’s a shame if there ever was one,” Liv said with a rueful smile, then laughed and hugged me. “Good morning, my beautiful Paula.”

I sighed. “Good morning, my more than beautiful Liv. Can I enjoy you as we are at least for the day?” I entreated her.

“As much as we can, but only if I get to enjoy you too.”

“Mm, I’d love that,” I said, snuggling in her arms as we stood.

“How about we go back to bed for a short time?” she suggested.

“Yesss,” I quickly agreed.

And then I was atop of her again, but her legs didn’t open up, for which I was both glad and sorrowful.

“That was something else last night, huh?” she asked.

“You mean when you opened your legs and we tried to love ourselves to death?”

She giggled. “Yeah, that’s what I mean, baby. Geez, I couldn’t get enough of you.”

“Me either. I couldn’t get enough of you, and I couldn’t give you enough of me,” I giggled too.

We took the time to hold each other, then to gaze longingly into each other’s eyes. Shortly, Liv pushed me so I’d be on my tummy, and began kissing and caressing my back, my cheeks, and my thighs.

“So lovely, Paula. I feel as if I want to bite your cheeks off, they look so scrumptious, and it burns in me to do that, but I know if I do, I’ll mess up how gorgeous your butt is. Why are you tempting me like this?” she said, and began kissing my cheeks, and nibbling on them.

Her fingers were too close to my pussy, and that by intent, I was sure, and I began squirming under her hands, though I was loving how my cheeks were feeling under her lips and fingers. I couldn’t help but sigh, then squirm repeatedly.

“I do love you so much, baby,” she told me, then spread my legs, and lifted my hips until I was helping her by getting on my knees.

Liv slid under me, her legs dangling off the bed, I was sure, and began licking my pussy. It was so erotic, the sneaky way she did it, how she was loving me so sweetly and making me shudder.

“Sit up, baby,” I heard her muffled whisper.

Though it confused me, still I tried to do as she asked. In the end, I was over her as if sitting on her face, and looking down as best I could, my eyes enthralled by seeing Liv under me, and licking so lovingly, then taking my mound and clitoris and driving me wild. Too wild, it was such a delicious feeling as she had me. A few times, I had to worry about sitting on her face too much, and that was a torture in itself as I wanted her face all the way in me. And then it was too much, my hips madly jogging on her face, then sitting fully on her, the joys all exploding in me, bolts of sensual lightning constantly flashing through me until I fell over in joyful exhaustion.

“God, tuzla escort I think I could eat your pussy without end if you could take it, you’re so delicious,” she confessed with a strained voice as she fought to breathe as if she’d done more than just lick me. Then again, I knew how loving her had me feeling so short of breath too.

“You make me so happy, Liv, and I love how you love me. If I could, I’d let you eat me as you wish, and I’d love to do the same with you.”

“I’d love to keep on like this, but I don’t want you dying on me just yet, if ever, so I think we should get up.”

We did, then I stared at her. “Can I keep looking at you at least?”

She groaned. “God, girl, you’re going to kill us if I don’t kill us first. Yeah, let’s have some fun looking at each other.”

Looking to my hearts content, at least through our coffee and breakfast which was cereal lest we burn ourselves from carelessness, we kept our eyes glued to each other.

“We should at least wear panties so we don’t foul up the sofa,” she said, going to the bedroom.

“Or towels maybe?” I suggested.

She gave me a look of fake disgust, but pulled out a couple of towels for us to sit on. I grinned my happiness at her. Actually, she had four towels, two for our backs.

“Now do you think we’re going to get anything done being like this?” she asked, her face accusing me.

“No,” I said, without shame. “Not a thing but love each other, or I can just love you and you can sit there and enjoy it.”

“Hush, or I may have you do that, you love me so good,” she whispered, pulling me down to her lap so she could tempt us both, her with her hands all over me, my breasts in particular, and me with my eyes wanting to be devouring her nipples that were so hard and sexy looking, begging for me to take them.

“God, I can’t just hold you like this,” she said lifting me up so my lips could suckle her nipple. “Oh, baby, your mouth is so sweet on my nipple I feel like I could come from you doing that to me.”

“That’d be nice,” I said as I pulled away, then resumed what I was doing.

My lips suckled her even more enthusiastically, my teeth lightly scraping them, or gently biting on them. Not letting up, I could feel her becoming more and more excited.

“You’re making me so horny, baby. Oh, god, you’re doing itttt,” she said as she shivered in her orgasm. “You brat, you made me come.”

“Really? Let me see,” I said, giddy with loving her as I was.

Squirming to push my face between her legs, then forcing them apart, I licked at her, and felt her shiver again, but only mildly. She tasted too good to leave alone, and I forced her to lay down and spread her legs for me. Naturally her face was now at my pussy, and she was licking it as I was hers. This sex with the love we had was beautiful, and we were enjoying it as much as we could. Maybe we would taper off later, but for now, we had to make love.

“You’re sweeter than I thought you might be, and horny as can be too.”

“Is that bad?” I asked quietly, still enjoying lapping up the love that still seeped out of her pussy.

“No, baby, it’s not bad at all, it’s great, and I love it as I love you. You be as horny as you want to, and I’ll try to give you all you want.”

“You’re all I want; you and your love,” I said, kissing her slick lips.

* * * *

We were that way with each other for several days, and it was much sweeter than I could ever have imagined. It was as if everything had not only changed, but the world and how I looked at it too, but then we knew that we had to do some work, some studying, and me a lot of learning. More, the world I used to know had to be confronted once more—I had to call my mother again.

“Are you with another lesbian?” she asked right off, her voice quavering as if hoping against hope, and also letting off a sense of indignation.

“Yes, Mother, I am, but…”

“Then there’s no sense in calling us,” she said, her tears sudden and distinctive.

“Mother, please,” I was able to say before she hung up, though I knew she didn’t hear me.

That was it. If I was a lesbian, she didn’t want anything to do with me, regrettable though she felt about leaving me out of her life. I didn’t want her out of my life either, but this is how I was born, and this is how I loved being, and my love of Liv was the most important thing in my life.

Liv comforted me, and after a while, I was resolute in continuing my learning.

Yes, we did taper off, but not so one could notice it. Still, we did as we had set out to do, me to learn, and Liv to work on her project. As I read, and found something particularly interesting, I’d comment, or question it, and Liv would talk with me about it, and have me look it up either in the bible or on the Internet.

After a few weeks of hard learning, I began to help Liv put her project together. I was more than impressed by how she did it, how she demanded that it be as accurate pendik escort as she could make it.

“There may be an error to two, but if we can, we have to find them before I do anything with it,” she said.

Her devotion to finding out the truth of things had me in awe of her. She had shown me what she called the truth of the lies, that is, she’d proven to me that much of what we’d been told to believe was not true, and a lot of it plainly false. It no longer shocked me to be finding out things that just weren’t so in the bible, it was so fraught with errors, though some not as apparent as others.

Then at long last, she felt she was ready, and had it all broken down into what she hoped would be sessions lasting approximately two hours each, and each session in two one-hour, or so, segments. She even went through them with me as an audience of one.

“Be critical, baby. Any errors, or anything not just so-so, let me know about it, and don’t hesitate or be afraid. No, be afraid of not telling me if you do see, or feel something not just right,” she exhorted me.

Next she took the time to wonder what props she would need, and when. She was being very thorough. When she felt she was ready, she left me at home while she went out to find a place to hold her classes, and finding them, to give the information to several outlets to publicize them.

Now that her project was ready to begin, I finally started to seriously wonder about finding a job so I could contribute as good a share of the finances as I could. When I told her about it, she grinned.

“Honey, neither you nor I have to work ever, only if you just want to. I’ve meant to tell you, but honestly, we’ve had time for nothing but loving, learning, and the project,” she kept grinning. I expected her to say more, and she did.

“I’m living off of a trust that’s been providing for me for a long time, and it’s pretty healthy, so not to worry, okay?”

“For now, I guess,” I said as I thought of what she’d told me, how unexpected it was. At least now I knew why she never seemed to have a job, or worry about one.

* * * *

When it was time for her first class, I honestly expected that she’d be real nervous, but she wasn’t; she was confident when her first class came up. Though I would have loved to have gone with her, I stayed at home not wanting her to be looking at me and perhaps wondering if I was seeing something wrong. She didn’t need any distractions, and I didn’t want to be one.

She’d cajoled the county to make one of their public buildings available on Saturdays in the afternoon each week. To hear her tell it, it wasn’t difficult to do.

“Baby, every lesbian deserves to know the truth, especially if she’s been put through the hell that your church, and, sorry to say, your family, put you through. It’s all a lie whether they realize it or not, and that’s fine with me, but not when they try to force lesbians through intimidation or brainwashing to accept what isn’t so. No lesbian is going to give up being a lesbian in her heart, if she truly is a lesbian as you and I are, and it’s not right to try to brow beat them as they do.”

I had asked Liv once if she believed in god in any way.

Her answer was, “If there is a god, I’m all for it, if not, I don’t want to worship a god that isn’t truly a god other than in someone’s very active mind.”

“How might there be a god?” I asked in my desire to know all I could.

“None of us have any idea, hon, not as far as I know, or from anyone that I’ve read so far. All we have is science, and though we’ve learned a lot, we still haven’t been able, as far as I know, to discover a way to prove a god, or to disprove one. There is a lot of discussion about it, and maybe too much on both the yea and nay sides. Maybe someday we’ll honestly know. In the meantime, there is a lot of wonder in not only the universe, but in our world too.”

“We can’t disprove one in any way?” I had to ask after all she had just said.

“No, we can’t, but what we have being foisted on us, that we can disprove, and most of it by the bible and known by objective history. Science, I believe, is starting to add much to help disprove it, like the cloning, or just about completely cloning Eve. And for sure, we are atoms, not dust, and all are made of atoms that made molecules, that eventually made our cells which make us. Of that there is no doubt, and it’s been a long process, one that may have happened on other planets, or is starting on some. I say ‘may have’ because we don’t know for sure, but I think we can extrapolate from what we know about how we became here on earth.”

She was positive about what she said, but was cognizant of the fact that with others in a class, she had to be careful of how she put it, and when.

Chapter 10

When she returned from her very first class, I gave her a hearty kiss to welcome her home as she pulled me tightly into her. “How was it?” I asked.

“Good, I think. maltepe escort A lot of them were shocked, some wondered how they had never seen it or heard about it—and right at the start. After that they got into it, and they all seemed to very much want to come to the next session.”

“It’s easy to see why they didn’t see it initially. After sitting with you, and seeing what a jumble it all really is, and how we just believed what we were told, not to mention, accepting our parents word for it, it’s no wonder we all missed seeing any of it.”

“Yeah, and I did too until I got to looking and wondering, then got lucky as can be and found a few books that made sense, and not just rah-rah books.”

“Your ‘me-to’ books,” I grinned.

“Oh yeah, them, and there’s loads of them out there, and people making scads of money off of them, not to mention recording songs. Some may be sincere, but most? Who knows.”

“Want some wine now, or wait until we eat?”

“Mm, first another kiss. That other one wasn’t enough,” she said, and gave me a huge, sloppy kiss. “Yeah, that’s better. Now what’s for supper, hon?” she asked, having enjoyed more than just the kiss, but then so did I.

“For you, on this special night, lasagna, and a big salad to go with it, and some big, fancy black olives. Oh, and garlic bread too. How’s that?”

“Yum! I’d rather have you, but for starters, it’s excellent,” she leered at me.

I had to laugh. If I’d ever had a happier time in my life, I didn’t remember it. Liv was my love, my everything. She was peeling all the layers off of my old, big, ugly, silent onion that used to be my quietly secretive self.

“When do you think you’ll be ready to eat?”

“Right now, you. Oh, you mean the lasagna.”

“Take your pick. The lasagna doesn’t care, and I’m ready for you all the time, save when you’ve about worn me to a frazzle.”

“Maybe I’ll relax a few, then change into as little as possible so we’ll be ready if the notion strikes us.”

“Few or no clothes is good.”

“Yeah, it is. Be right back.”

She was, and we had a little foreplay with each other’s body, though she only wore some slippers, which I loved, and true to her word, little else. I did love seeing Liv’s body, her gorgeous breasts that bobbed so salaciously, not to mention the rest of her, she looked so sexy to my libido. Yes, I was still horny for her, always wanting to make love, but we had settled down a little, though not much. We were meant for each other the way I saw things. Liv thought so too.

Though I’d always been so quiet, and my soft voice helped others see me that way too, around Liv, I was rapidly becoming very free. It never bothered me that I was quiet around others, especially strangers as when we went grocery shopping together, or me alone, which was very rare. I chalked that up to habit, from my old fear of being known as a lesbian, recognized as I had imagined anyone could if I let them see too much of me. That’s what the silence I practiced made me like, but I didn’t mind as long as Liv didn’t. It never affected our love, and of course, she’d taught me how beautiful physical love could be, so there was never any holding back on my part for her physical love.

We had wine with our dinner, but I only had an occasional sip. A half of a glass lasted me forever in the house. After dinner we sat in the living room, Liv with another half glass, and me still with the half glass I started out with.

“It was really good. They were all up for it, and a couple had had a bad time from their church, one especially, and I think it really started to help her out, other than getting her dander up, that is.”

“From my perspective, I think you put it all together marvelously. Anyone who is honestly looking to learn will certainly do that.”

“I hope so, hon. There’s really no sense in any of us being made to tolerate how they say we are, making us out to be horrible in god’s sight. Those who started it all did a whale of a job making it a Zeitgeist for the ages.”

Food can make one want to relax, especially if it’s delicious food that you like, and we did love lasagna. That’s by way of saying that for a good spell our sex was our looking longingly at each other from time to time. My eyes certainly flared madly a few times. My libido was ready even if my lazy, and food satisfied body wasn’t, but that was about to end as we talked ourselves out.

“Ready for a shower?” she asked.

“Thought you’d never ask,” I said, my libido doing the talking for me, and she knew it. She’d taught me to be a sex monster, but one for her whenever she was near me, or if I even thought of her, which I had a few times while she was in class.

That I had been changing a lot was true, and after the first few times, I nearly stopped having any doubts about anything she told me, but she still made me prove her out. To me, the most startling thing was my outward self, how I no longer held anything back, though only with Liv. With her, I held nothing back at all, including my body that dearly loved her, and her body.

Showering was one of our favorite things to do besides each other. The love we shared was a beautiful thing to me, as I knew it was to her, and we still liberally helped each other wash our bodies.

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“So Jen and I walk into the room for our body exfoliation and there are these two massage tables, separated by this curtain that doesn’t even stretch the width of the room.”

I was recounting our afternoon experiences at the Spa des Rêves to our two friends, Tracy and Lamya. The four of us had planned to spend a girls’ weekend up North – away from the stress of work and family – being buffed, massaged, and generally pampered in a context of copious amounts of wine and good food. Tracy had suggested this spa on the recommendation of her friend, Shannon, who couldn’t stop raving about it. The wine was already flowing and Lamya topped up my glass with some bubbly pink Zinfandel – something festive for “Ladies’ Spa Weekend.”

And boy, did I need to relax! It had been a while since I had a weekend and didn’t have to bring any work home. My lifestyle was hectic enough, with job, kids, volunteering with school and activities – rarely a down moment. My last weekend away had been… well, that conference out West, I guess – and that was months ago. I was distracted for a moment recalling how I’d helped my friends Matt and Liane expand their sexual repertoire – and mine too. I had always considered myself somewhat bi-curious and that weekend had definitely solidified my attraction to women.

I realised that I had fallen silent, but fortunately, Jen had picked up the train of the story, with no one the wiser.

“Kate and I sort of looked at each other, wondering if they thought we were a couple or something,” she continued.

As if! I thought. Both of us were in our late 30s with young children at home and I was pretty sure Jen was as hetero as they come. Actually, Tracy was the only one of our group with no kids. And she was definitely one of the more adventurous too, with her platinum blonde dyed hair and tasteful tattoos – I think eight at last count. She was fit and muscular with small breasts and a confident attitude. She was also openly bisexual. Sometimes I envied her relaxed attitude about sex – Jen had regaled me with stories of her escapades – I always found it so ironic that two such divergent women were friends. I didn’t know Tracy as well as the others but I’d been pleased when Jen suggested her as an addition to our group this weekend. She had a delightfully cynical way of looking at things that managed to find the humour in any situation.

“Good thing we’re pretty comfortable with each other!” Jen said and sipped at her own wine.

She was sprawled elegantly on one of the overstuffed chairs in our room, her delicate feet resting on the edge of the enormous bathtub that seemed to take up half of the room. Jen did everything elegantly, I thought absently. Her short brown hair was a thick tousled mass that managed to look stylish even in the fluffy white bathrobe. My own auburn curls were still tied in the loose bun I had used to keep them out of the way for our afternoon treatment.

“The older of the two women points to this tiny bundle on the massage table and says something to us in French – I had NO idea what she was talking about – and then they walk out,” Jen added. “Turns out it’s this disposable thong and we’re supposed to wear that and nothing else! I couldn’t even tell which tiny triangle of fabric was supposed to be the back and which the front!”

I laughed along with the others, recalling how shocked Jen had looked after my translation. Although my French wasn’t great, hers was almost non-existent. She drained her glass of wine and held her glass out to Lamya for a refill. Lamya’s dark hair was also still in a bun from her massage this afternoon. The stark white bathrobe offset her dusky Middle Eastern complexion, making her look slightly tanned compared to the rest of us. I envied the neatness of her hair; while mine tended to be a frizzy mass, constantly trying to escape the confines of my hair tie, her sleek black hair always looked like she had just come from a salon.

Lamya hadn’t said much about her massage this afternoon, other than to say that she had enjoyed it and was looking forward to the treatments we had scheduled for tomorrow. I had noticed a slight flush to her cheeks when she said it and had made a mental note to ask her about it tonight when we were alone in our room. She and I were sharing the room next door, with the queen-sized bed, leaving Jen and Tracy the king-sized. The rationale for the room allocations had been that Lamya and I had been friends for more than 10 years but she had never met either of the other women before today. We were in a small cabin a few minutes’ walk from the main resort building. Our two suites were on the main floor, separated by a small vestibule, and there were several other rooms on the second floor.

“So what did you do?” Lamya asked, tucking a stray lock of hair into her bun. She perched on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs, her bathrobe gaping open with the movement and exposing the smooth line up to her thighs. She was a petite, voluptuous istanbul escort bayan woman who seemed very comfortable in her own skin.

“Well, I’m guessing I put it on the right way–” Jen began.

“I opted for the larger triangle in front – figured I’d rather the wedgie be at the back!” I added.

“Ditto!” Jen continued. “Then the two women come back in – they didn’t say anything, so it must have been fine – and the older one starts explaining everything in French with Kate having to translate. And want to hear the best? Turns out the young one doing my treatment speaks perfect English! I mean – would it not have made sense for HER to do the explanations?” Jen shook her head, her hair swishing with the movement.

“Was it good though?” Tracy asked, picking another strawberry from the plate in front of us. “Mmm,” she said, “These are amazing! I’ve never had a body exfoliation.”

I opted for a slice of pineapple and answered, “Awesome! It felt like a back scratch but over my entire body.” I decided not to mention how the woman – Marie, I recalled – an attractive slim woman probably in her late 40s, had gently circled my breasts with the scrub, just missing the nipples. I hadn’t thought much about it at first, but when she rubbed in the lotion after I’d rinsed off the scrub, she hadn’t bothered avoiding them. I felt a familiar pulse in my groin as I recalled her soft touch and the slight smile on her face when she noticed how hard my nipples became with the attention. She had rolled them with her fingers before continuing to rub the lotion lower into my abdomen and hips. Her fingers had skirted along the strings of the underwear, even moving under the larger triangle to where my pubic hair would have been if I hadn’t been completely waxed.

I had glanced over to Jen where she lay on the other massage table, wondering if she was getting similar attentions. I could see that she was biting her lower lip slightly but hadn’t been able to focus much on it because Marie had asked me to flip so she could do my back. I had been a bit embarrassed to realise I was disappointed she hadn’t continued to massage lower under the thong.

I shifted slightly where I sat on the step leading to the bathtub, remembering her hands on my buttocks and thighs. I recalled thinking she had spent a lot of time rubbing the lotion into my inner thighs, brushing against the thin fabric of the thong. She had used long firm strokes along my butt cheeks and had casually moved aside the string of the underwear to caress along the line of my ass, even brushing my outer labia. I had held perfectly still, conscious that we were not alone in the room and having no idea of her intentions. I remembered thinking that she had to be aware how wet I was getting and wondering how far this was going to go, when she had pressed her lotion-covered thumb against my anus. She had rubbed gently, her other hand continuing to stroke teasingly up my inner thigh, and I couldn’t believe how erotic it was. I found myself hoping she would move her fingers to my clit, which was aching for some attention. My hips had risen involuntarily in a tacit request.

Just when I thought my wishes might be fulfilled, I had heard Jen’s aesthetician ask how she was feeling. Marie removed her hands from where they had been teasing me for one last caress along my back and she echoed the question, though in French.

“Très bien, merci,” I had responded shakily, my heart thumping with my arousal. She gave me instructions to take my time before sitting up, to drink a large glass of water, and that she would see me tomorrow for the scheduled facial. I found myself wondering if that too would hold some surprises.

I dragged myself back to the present where Tracy was recounting a hilarious description of her waxing this afternoon. She had opted for a full bikini wax and in apparently typical Tracy fashion, she was comfortable sharing all the gory details.

“She had a trainee with her and asks me if I’m okay with her observing. What am I supposed to say? No – I don’t want a hot busty 22 year old redhead staring intently at my cunt from six inches away while this gorgeous other woman rips my pubic hair from the roots?” She emptied the last of the wine into her own glass and stood to get a fresh bottle – red this time.

“I told her of course I don’t mind – I’m easy,” she continued with a wry grin.

“But not cheap,” Jen interjected quickly, smiling at her friend as she passed her the corkscrew.

“Never that,” Tracy agreed with a wink. “Has anyone else noticed that all the workers here are incredibly attractive? Or maybe it’s just me,” she mused.

She had a point, I considered. Though maybe it’s just the relaxing environs – the quiet refuge up in the mountains, the bubbling of the accompanying river lending atmosphere to the setting. One can’t help but feel contented, setting everything in a more positive light.

“So when do you ladies ataşehir outcall escorts want to head for dinner?” Tracy asked us in a complete change of subject. “My friend Shannon said we have got to try the cheese fondue. She’s been here four times and she said she’ll be completely shocked if we don’t come away from this weekend desperate to return.”

We agreed we would freshen up and head up to the main building in about half an hour. Apparently, it was expected that we’d just wear our bathrobes and flip flops to the restaurant in the spa and we were just as happy not to have to dress up.

The fondue was as delicious as advertised. We relaxed over white chocolate mousse with a delicate raspberry coulis, sipping a sweet late harvest white wine, and watching some of the other guests amble over to the hot tub. We hadn’t had time to explore that part of the small resort this afternoon, but we had talked about a soak before bed tonight. Tracy had informed us over dinner that the spa was all female and that bathing suits were not required for the hot tubs and saunas. Probably just as well since two of our group – including myself – had neglected to bring any.

We stepped into the chill night air, Tracy and Lamya heading to the sauna while Jen and I left our bathrobes hanging next to a pile of fluffy white towels and stepped into the hot tub. It was February and, while paths had been cleared through the snow, it was cold enough to see your breath. We didn’t dawdle. The hot tub was a great sprawling landscape of natural rock with submerged seats around the inside perimeter and several smaller pools branching off from the main section. With the steam rising off the hot water, it was almost impossible to see into those more secluded areas and I wasn’t even sure if they were occupied.

Jen and I found a spot near the entrance to the pool where the other women would be able to find us and immersed ourselves to the neck. It was delightfully hot and I found all of my muscles relaxing. I could see vague movement through the fog and could hear quiet conversation and laughter, so I figured there must be some other guests in the smaller pools. The sky was completely clear and the moon was full, adding a soft illumination to the artificial lighting tastefully scattered around the landscape.

We hadn’t been sitting long before Tracy and Lamya came giggling up the path from the sauna, clutching at each other’s arm. They hung their bathrobes next to ours and quickly moved to the steps.

“Holy crap! It’s cold!” Tracy exclaimed, rubbing at her arms. She had a gorgeous body, I mused, even though it was quickly being covered in goose bumps. She was about 5’8″ with firm high breasts, long toned legs, and a flat stomach. I sighed softly. My 38D breasts had been firm two children ago.

They sat next to us and Tracy immediately leaned forward conspiratorially.

“Oh my God! I have to tell you what we just saw!” she began. “So we got to the sauna and it’s super dark inside, but we could tell there were a couple of other women in there already. Lamya and I sit down – it’s SO hot, but we’re just relaxing and letting our eyes adjust.”

She glanced around the pool and probably saw the same indistinct movements that I had noticed. Lowering her voice, Tracy continued, “Turns out it’s not just a couple of women – it’s THREE women!”

“And they’re having sex!” Lamya blurted out. “Like – right there on the bench!” I saw she was breathing heavily, though whether from what they’d seen in the sauna, the walk up the slight incline to the hot tub, or just the heat of the pool, I wasn’t sure.

“What do you mean, ‘they were having sex’?” Jen asked, obviously puzzled. I was reminded of how naïve Jen is. I recalled having to explain to her why she probably shouldn’t use the term “double-fisting” when talking about someone holding two drinks.

Tracy rolled her eyes at her friend and explained. “One of them was lying on the bench with one woman basically sitting on her face and the other eating her out and finger fucking her.” She grinned. “I have to say, it was pretty hot.”

I was suddenly very aware that we were all naked and I became conscious of the tickling sensation of the water lapping at my nipples.

“Are they allowed to do that?” Jen asked, frowning and looking around the pool. “I mean – it’s sort of in public.”

“Shannon told me this place is rather… unconventional,” Tracy said. “I know I don’t mind. I’m tempted to go back and watch the rest of the show.”

I was tempted too and as I bit my lip, I noticed Tracy was looking at me rather speculatively. She held my gaze for a long moment and I saw a smile hovering around the edge of her lips.

“Maybe they actually enjoy an audience,” Lamya suggested. “Not me though – too cold to walk all that way back there.”

Tracy looked directly at me again and said, “I think I’ll go back. Hey – if they’re going to do it where they can be watched, istanbul escort then they shouldn’t be bothered by some company. Besides, I love the heat of a sauna. I’ll come back to cool off in a bit. Kate, you should come check it out too – the cold air followed by the sauna is really awesome.”

I wasn’t sure if Tracy was flirting with me or if I was imagining it because I was so horny, but I didn’t care. The heaviness in my groin was doing my thinking for me. I stood up to follow her and said to the other women: “I probably won’t stay long – I usually find saunas too hot.”

“OK – report back in a bit,” Lamya said jokingly and the two of them moved a bit farther away from the steps into a slightly deeper part of the pool.

I grabbed a towel and my bathrobe and hurried after Tracy.

“It’s freaking cold!” I said to her, my teeth starting to chatter. My nipples had hardened almost immediately after leaving the pool and I noticed Tracy’s were as well. She hadn’t bothered to don her bathrobe but was holding it loosely in one arm as she ushered me down the path.

“You’ll be warm soon,” she said. “C’mon.”

We left our bathrobes outside the small wooden shack that housed the sauna and stepped inside, quickly shutting the door behind us. Tracy grabbed my arm to lead me to a small bench just to the right of the door and we sat, allowing our eyes to adjust to the dim light. I could hear gasps and heavy breathing from the other side of the room and it wasn’t long before I was able to see the two women on the bench across from us. One of the three that Tracy and Lamya had seen must have left but the scene wasn’t too different.

A shapely blonde woman who looked to be in her mid to late 20s was sprawled naked on the bench, a white towel under her. Her hair was a shoulder length dark gold in the dim light, her lips full and parted slightly. Her waist was trim and her breasts high and full, as one might expect from such a young woman. She was holding the backs of her thighs, exposing herself to the attentions of the other woman – a petite brunette, with much shorter hair and small tight breasts. She was kneeling on a towel in front of the bench, and I could see some sort of tattoo at the base of her spine. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but I could hear the wet sounds of her mouth on the blonde.

I felt my nipples tingle and my pussy throb in sympathy. I swallowed hard. I had never seen two women together in real life before. It was very different from watching porn, I thought. The woman lying down had her eyes open slightly, so it was obvious she knew we were there and either didn’t mind, or as Lamya had suggested, got off on the exhibitionism. I sat very still next to Tracy, wondering if she expected us to do something or just watch.

As the brunette shifted to lick at the other woman’s inner thighs, the blonde looked directly at Tracy, sliding her fingers down her stomach to dip into her snatch. She thrust it a few times and brought it up to her nipple, circling it slowly and holding Tracy’s gaze.

Tracy stood and said quietly to me, “I hope you’re not easily shocked, Kate,” then walked over to the other bench. As a matter of fact, I was not easily shocked. But I was a bit too shy to join the activity. At least for now…

Tracy knelt beside the brunette and began licking at the blonde’s nipple. I could hear the blonde moan softly and I pressed my thighs together. The brunette began to stroke Tracy’s back and bum, reaching between her cheeks to finger her. Tracy widened her stance obligingly. She sucked at the blonde’s breast, pinching the other nipple and evoking a louder moan from the woman. The brunette pressed her face to the woman’s pussy and I could imagine the sensations she must be feeling. I figured no one would notice or care what I was doing, so I slipped a finger between my own legs. My pussy was wet and I slowly stroked my slippery juices over my clit, dipping into myself for more and relishing the heat on my skin.

The blonde woman cried out and bucked her hips as she came, grabbing at Tracy’s arm as the other woman held on to her tightly, sucking as she writhed on the bench. She gradually quieted and the brunette moved away from her, leaning into Tracy with a deep kiss. I had known intellectually that Tracy liked women as much as men, but I had a moment of surprise watching her kiss a woman. I found myself staring at the graceful line of her back as she pressed into the brunette, wondering how much of her tongue she was using in the kiss. I realised in that moment that I wanted to be in that group, sharing in the kissing and fondling.

Tracy gently pushed the brunette away, positioning her to sit on the edge of the bench. I watched as she moved her tongue up in a line along her inner thigh. The woman let her head rest against the wall and tilted her pelvis toward Tracy, obvious in what she wanted. Tracy didn’t need more of an invitation. I admired her skill as she delved into the woman’s pussy, licking and using her fingers to send the brunette into a squirming, moaning mess on the bench.

My mouth was dry and my attention fixated on the scene in front of me, my finger still idly stroking my clit. I felt a hot hand on my thigh and started. The blonde woman had walked over to kneel in front of me.

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Darlene and I had been working quite a bit lately. Not giving us much of a chance to be alone together. We were coming home after work, exhausted, with barely enough strength to let the dog out, shower and go to sleep, only to wake up the next day to do it all over again. Working in a pub is fun, but it is can be long hours when you’re filling in for the owner. We, needless to say, needed a break.

I told Michael, my cousin’s husband and the pub owner, that we were going away for a few days. He understood and said he’d go ahead and work the pub a few days until we return. Caitlin, my cousin, is pregnant, so Michael is trying to spend a lot of his time with her. That’s one of the reason’s why Darlene and I don’t mind working so much.

Anyway, Darlene and I packed an overnight bag, called my other cousin Liam to take care of our dog and we drove off on our little getaway. The day was beautiful, so we decided to take the back roads. We had the top off of the car, and after getting a bit out of town we stopped momentarily to shed our clothes (‘breasts in the breeze’ as Darlene put it), only to be right back on our way. And we weren’t at the bloody pub. Ireland doesn’t have quite the same type of warm sunshine as we were used to in Florida, but it was still warm sunshine and we were out in it. No particular destination in mind, just time to ourselves.

We stopped for a bagged lunch near a beautiful pasture. We sat there, both of us wonderfully nude, so peaceful, watching the clouds amble by, casting faint shadows on the green hills, no one else for miles around. Darlene kissed my cheek and laid back. I watched her as she started masturbating. She knows how much that turns me on. She loves to go slow and touch herself all over, istanbul rus escort caressing her breasts and her belly, her thighs and her hips. I watched her as she spread her moist lips with her fingers, revealing her pink wetness inside. I could see that the sensation was getting her very excited, her nipples were hard and she had goosebumps on her arms. She spread her legs and inserted a finger into her puss, slowly stroking in and out and back in. Leaning over her to kiss a nipple, my own nipples touched her arm, sending more electricity through me. Darlene moaned as my wet lips surrounded her left nipple. She started rubbing her clit with her thumb while she inserted a second finger into her opening.

“Sit on my face, Baby,” she moaned. Darlene looked me in the eye “I know you’re wet from watching me and I can’t stop my fingers. I need to taste you… Please!”

I sat up and straddled Darlene’s face, lowering my very wet puss to her. Her tongue was licking my labia before I could get all the way down. I spread my lips open for her. Darlene stuck her tongue into me as far as she could, tongue fucking me the way she so loves to do. My hands went immediately to my breasts. She was going to bring me off far faster that I had expected. I guess not making love for a few weeks can make you a little sensitive.

Darlene kept licking my puss and fingering her own like she’d never get to again. I felt her tongue go from my opening to my clit and back and then back again to my clit. She licked my hardening clit a few times and then started to suck. I could tell she was close to orgasm by the suction, she could tell I was close from my moans. The suction on my clit was too much and I let ataşehir eve gelen escort go. I felt Darlene’s body shudder in orgasm under me as I came.

I rolled off Darlene’s face. We laid there, both of us panting for breath, smiling, giggling and exchanging ‘I love you’s’. “Can we just stay out here and make love all day?” smiled Darlene after a long kiss. “I really miss making love with you outside. It’s so wonderful… “

“I’m in no hurry to get anywhere,” I smiled.

Darlene and I cuddled into each other in the glow of our love. We kissed and touched and held each other. This was something we both needed. The location couldn’t be more perfect.

We were still cuddled together as we watched the sun set. We started kissing and fondling each other, but this time it was my turn between Darlene’s legs. I truly love the taste of Darlene’s puss and really love to make her orgasm several times in a row while she floods my face with her juices. I really don’t need any other stimulation when I’m eating my sweet Darlene, either. I usually cum when she starts flooding me.

I was on top of her, pubes to pubes, breast to breast, mouth to mouth. I broke our kiss and pushed myself up on my arms, my hard, excited nipples dangling just above hers. I looked my Darlene in the eye. I could feel the heat of our lust in rising from her body and I could see the true love shining like a beacon in her eyes. I smiled and dove between her legs. I was rewarded by an instant flood of her love juices. I stuck my tongue into her and lapped at her opening like a thirsty dog to water. I felt her body shudder and she started to buck against my tongue. I wrapped my tongue around her swollen clit and started escort bayan to suck her little pink bud for all that I was worth. Her bucking increased and I held on for dear life, and dearer orgasm. Darlene’s hands were holding the back of my head to her as I continued to suck her clit like I was a mini hoover. I heard her scream my name while her body shivered and shuddered in time to her spasming puss. I kissed and licked her convulsing opening, drinking in her juices.

Darlene’s convulsions subsided. I crawled back up her, my face, neck and chest covered in her love juice. I wiped a tear from her lovely face and gently kissed her. I could live like this with her forever.

In the faint glow of a quarter moon, Darlene and I lay there together, enjoying a freedom we’d seldom shared recently, lying there, nude, cuddled together. We just lay there in total bliss, nude under the sky, so very much in love.

As the sun rose on our nude bodies, we woke to make love again. Soft kisses and touches quickly advancing to hungry kisses and caressing. We moved ourselves into a 69. Darlene’s beautiful puss was dripping it’s nectar as she lowered herself to me. She and I tongued and kissed and sucked and licked each other to flooding orgasms.

As we lay there, watching each other under the rising sun, I saw the love in Darlene’s eyes the same as it was the first time we made love. So happy, I shed a tear or two. We held each other close and enjoyed our solitude.

Over a hill we heard the sound of sheep baaing. Not bothering to dress, we collected our things and got into the car just as a shepherd boy and his small flock of sheep and two dogs rounded the top of the very next hill over. Giggling, we kissed and drove the mere 15 miles back home.

Darlene dismissed Liam as I climbed up the stairs to our bathroom to run a warm bath for us. Darlene arrived just as I was lighting the last of the candles. We climbed into the warm tub and snuggled into each other. We decided right then and there that we were going to take more time off…

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