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Alexia smeared the bathroom mirror with her hand, giving her just enough clear glass to see her reflection in the opaque mess. With her new small window, she could just barely make out her dark brown hair, blue eyes, and thin facial features through the steam. Taking her comb, she began to slowly brush through her tangled mess of hair. After several minutes of stroking, the steam from the shower began to clear, and the bathroom began to take on a chilly hair.

She grabbed her towel, wrapping it snugly around her body with a tug. She turned to leave the bathroom, and she hadn’t taken one step outside when the ship’s intercom sounded throughout the small ship.

“Arriving at Jannada in five minutes. Arriving in Jannada in five minutes.”

Jannada, the Mystery Colony. Nobody knows when it was founded, but twenty years ago it began to accept applications for immigration. However, its immigration applications were anything but standard. On top of requiring basic information, applicants also had to submit a full DNA profile of themselves, along with a full-body picture.

Nobody truly knew what the precise criteria was for how they accepted applicants, save that every known immigrant to Jannada had been a lesbian woman, including herself. To add to the mystery, nobody seemed to know where the planet even was, as none of its immigrants had ever returned. Alexia herself had been instructed to wait on a certain park bench until approached by a women, who asked her a coded question. When she answered correctly, a car with pitch-black windows pulled up next to the park, and she was invited inside.

The dark windows prevented her from seeing where they had gone, and she was quickly shuffled aboard a landing pad she’d never seen before when they exited the limo. For all intents and purposes, Alexia was off the grid.

She felt as though she should be worried, but the anxiety was fleeting. She was more surprised than anything when the application she had submitted as a half-joke was processed, and she was given a personality test in return. When she completed that and submitted it, it was only a few days until she received a message on her com about the designated meeting place.

The intercom suddenly crackled back to life.

“Alexia to Medbay. Alexia to Medbay”.

With a sigh, she unfurled her towel and walked over to her suitcase, dressing herself in the first things she grabbed. Still damp, she opened the door to her room and walked to the Medbay just down the hall.

It was instantly recognizable from the window outside; an almost absurdly white room filled with all manner of medical equipment. The door slid open at her approach.

A red-haired doctor had her back turned to Alexia, drawing something into a syringe. She spun around, slightly jumping when she saw her new guest.

“Oh! Alexia! How are you?”

“Fine,” she replied. “Just wish there wasn’t all this spooky secrecy stuff about coming here.”

The doctor smiled. “We just have to make sure we let in the right people.”

She beckoned over to a chair. “Now, could you please sit here? I need to do something before we land.”

Alexia nodded, walked over to the chair and carefully sitting down. The doctor raised her syringe, tapping it a few times.

“What’s that?” Alexia asked.

“Oh, just something you’ll need for the surface. They’ll explain more there.”

The doctor gave coy wink. “This won’t hurt a bit.”

Walking over to Alexia, she glided the syringe to the top of her arm, pressing down slightly to insert the syringe. The clear liquid inside the syringe slowly disappeared, and after a few second she withdrew her impliment.

“There! All done.”

They both heard the loud click of the intercom.

“Now descending to Jannada. Now descending to Jannada.”

The sterile whiteness of the medbay suddenly took on the slightest shade of orange as the fires from re-entry raged outside the one viewport in the room. Even with equipped with gyroscopes and the most modern equipment, the ship still jangled slightly from the immense forces at play.

The black of space outside the window gave way to light blue, and soon white clouds zoomed past the window.

“We’ll be landing in a few seconds. And welcome to Jannada.” the doctor stated.

Alexia nodded, turning to leave. As their arrival was imminent, she walked back to her room to grab her suitcase, then to the cargo bay where she would disembark. She could hear the loud hissing outside as the craft kicked in its VTOL thrusters to ensure a soft landing, and the gentle lurch downward as the shuttle made landfall.

With a mighty mechanical sigh, the cargo door dropped downward, temporarily blinding Alexia with sunlight. When her pupils adjusted, she took a deep breath and marched into her new home.

The cool air of the cargo hold was instantly throttled by the gentle warmth of the sun shining brightly in the sky.

Looking around, Alexia could see their landing pad was on a beach. Crystal-clear waters lapped up against the sandy shores, and inland there was a thick jungle. Several paths were cut through ataköy escort it, and she also spotted what looked like a large on the very far end of the beach, modern buildings set up right next to the ocean.

“Alexia?” a voice called out.

She looked ahead to see a women standing on the end opposite to her on the landing pad, waving her over.

When she was closer to the woman, she could make her features out more clearly. She was striking; her thick brown hair perfectly covered one of her piercing gray eyes, complimented with red, shapely lips and chiseled features. Her pale figure was just slightly curly, and she wore a small two-piece bikini wrapped with a floral pattern cloth.

“Alexia?” she asked again.

“Yes?” she asked, not sure of the woman’s purpose. A welcoming committee, perhaps?

The woman grinned. “I’m Brooke. Nice to meet you. And let me be the first to welcome you to Jannada, lesbian utopia!”

Lesbian what? Before she could ask, the woman grabbed one of Alexia’s hands and pulled her away from the landing pad. A roar behind them could only have meant the shuttle had taken off, and she was now at the point of no return.

She was guided down some stairs by Brooke, leading to the sandy beach. There, a small hovercraft waited, bobbing just a few inches off the sand. Brooke let go, turning around. Instead of talking, her attention went to Alexia’s briefcase.”

“Oh, what’s in there?”

“Just some clothes,” Alexia answered.

“But you’re n-“

Brooke stopped herself mid-sentence, then giggled. “Whoops. Almost spoiled the surprise.”

She motioned back to the hovercraft, getting into the driver’s seat. “Come on. I’ll give you the tour.”

Alexia hopped into the passenger’s seat, and with a turn of a key they hovercraft took off, kicking a small plume of sand behind it. As they traveled toward the city, Alexia noticed a small collection of buildings coming up quickly. A series of apartments, if she had to guess, with several more hovercraft parked out front.

Near one of the apartments, she saw a woman standing in the sand. Brooke seemed to see her too, slowing down the vehicle and pulling up alongside them. Alexia then saw it was not one woman, but two, and her pulse began to race when she realized what they were doing.

The woman standing was a completely nude Indian woman. She was beautiful, with her skin tanned just the right shade of bronze. Her dark black hair draped over her shoulders like a curtain, as well as rolling down her C-cup sized breasts. Her eyes were closed, mouth slightly agape as she had both her hands on the other woman’s head.

Kneeling in front of her was another nude woman with pale skin and short brown hair, which was all Alexia could see since her back was turned to them. The slight movements of her head and the quiet slurping noises left no doubt in Alexia’s mind: this woman was giving oral.

The Indian woman seemed to notice their presence. She opened her eyes and looked over to Brooke.

“Hello, Brooke.” she purred. She glanced over to Alexia. “New girl?”

Brooke grinned. “Hello, Nali. Yeah, I was just about to show her around.”

The woman and Brooke began to engage in small talk, all while she was still being eaten out. As the conversation continued, the woman’s breaths started to come a little faster, and the kneeling woman became more and more bold with the strokes of her tongue. Meanwhile, Alexia was struggling to pick her jaw back off the floor.

“Well,” Brooke said, “I’ve got a lot to show the new girl. See you later!”

“You too, Br-” the woman said, before her breath halted and her body began to shudder. She threw her head back, moaning loudly in the throes of an orgasm. Her toes curled in the sand, picking up small clumps as her legs wobbled slightly. She managed to keep standing, her spasms tapering off as she gave a contented sigh.

The brunette kept licking, Nali running fingers through her hair. She brought her head back down.

“You too, Brooke,” she said as if nothing had happened.

Brooke gave a single nod, pressing down the pedal and zooming off.

They drove in silence for almost half a minute, wind whipping up their hair. Finally, Brooke turned to Alexia.

“That was Nali. She was one of the first ones here.”

Alexia blinked. “She was-“

Brooke shrugged. “She’s always hated clothes. Anyway, we’ll be coming up on our first stop in a second.”

Surely Brooke had to have noticed how she reacted to that little encounter? Alexia could feel her face had turned beet red a while ago. The city loomed before them, and Brooke let off the pedal to slow down. Soon enough, they had stopped blowing sand as they now slowly floated above an artificial surface.

Brooke turned to Alexia. “This is Saph City. It’s also the newest city here, so it’s still got a long way to go.”

She began to point at various buildings, explaining each of them. Food stores, gyms, apartments were all included.

Alexia was more interested in the people. Beautiful women of all ethnicities walked down istanbul bayan escort the streets. Some were nude, while others wore skimpy bikinis. One of the nude women she saw were sitting in front of one of the restaurants, masturbating while carrying on casual conversation with several other women. Her pulse quickened again, but this time it was accompanied by an all-to-familiar sensation between her legs.

After another minute of cruising, they exited on the far side of the small city and were once again back on the beach. After another small period of silence, Brooke looked over to Alexia with the widest grin she’d ever seen.

“So,” she said, “You’ve probably figured out by now that this isn’t your regular colony.”

Alexia could only mouth the word ‘yeah’, the sound dying in her throat.

Brooke relaxed in her seat a bit. “Long story short, Jannada was founded to provide who we believed were the best examples of lesbianism in the galaxy. Here, the woman’s body and how she uses it something to be celebrated. It’s actually funny, you coming here today…Whoops! Almost let the cat out of the bag again.”

Brooke squinted at something ahead, then pointed. “Aha! Our final destination for today.”

Alexia followed Brooke’s finger to see another collection of apartments like they had passed earlier, but with only a few hovercraft parked out front.

With a hiss, the hovercraft slowed to a stop out in front of the apartments, and Brooke hopped out. She motioned for Alexia to follow.

“Come on! Let me show you your room!”

After a moment’s hesitation, Alexia opened the passenger door and followed her guide. They walked past several of the apartments before coming to her own, a rather large one with the number 89 stamped on the front door. Brooke went in first, the door opening with a creak. Alexia stayed right behind. Cool air overtook her as soon as she stepped inside.

Looking around once, she saw her apartment was actually quite impressive, with modern furniture, a TV, a computer, and even stairs leading to a second floor.

“I know it’s not much,” Brooke complained, “But I like to think the extracurricular activities makes up for it.”

“Hello?” a voice called from behind them. Alexia turned to see another naked woman in the doorway, looking at them curiously, an asian women with short black hair. Her figure was perfectly slim, large D-cup breasts only adding to her beauty. Her face was round and cute, and unlike some of the other nude women Alexia had seen, was not completely clean shaven, instead having a small patch of black hair right above her pussy.

Seeing yet another beautiful woman naked made Alexia even more aroused, and she found it harder and harder to keep down her urges.

Brooke waved to the woman at the door. “Hi, Aiko!”

She looked over to Alexia. “Alexia, this is your new neighbor, Aiko.”

“Wow,” Aiko breathed. She glided over to Alexia with a few sensual sways of her hips. “They sure know how to pick the pretty ones, huh?”

Alexia tried to summon the will to back away, but the woman closed the distance between them, sealing their lips together in a kiss. Aiko’s tongue danced against hers, and after a few glorious moments she pulled away.

“Now,” Aiko said, “for something I’m really curious about.”

She leaned down, putting her face level with Alexia’s waist. In a few smooth motions, she unfastened Alexia’s pants and let them drop down. She pulled aside her panties, exposing Alexia’s pussy. Without another word, she licked it in one long motion.

Aiko suddenly stood up with a smile, a small trail of lubrication coating her mouth.

She licked her lips. “Mmmmmm! And your pussy’s so tasty! I can’t wait until tomorrow.”

With a final coy grin, she turned to leave. Alexia could see two other Asian women outside, doing their best to peer past Aiko.

The woman shut the door behind her.

Brooke made a ‘tst tsk’ sound. “That Aiko’s always such a tease. She did the same thing to me on my first day here.”

When Alexia didn’t answer, Brooke walked over to her. “Hey, if nothing else, she got you ready for me.”

Alexia’s mind was racing from everything that had happened in just the last hour. All the nude women, public sex, erotic encounters. It was so…exhilarating. She’d never felt anything like it, and the more she thought about her future on this new planet, the hornier she became.

Taking the lead, Alexia lunged forward, snagging Brooke’s mouth into a passionate kiss. Brooke responded in kind, and she began to slowly guide Alexia backwards to a bed on the first floor. They fell backwards, still kissing as they both tried to undo each other’s clothes. Alexia had an easier time of it, simply having to unfasten Brooke’s loose-fitting bikini, while Brooke squirmed Alexia out of her pants.

Brooke shifted underneath her, twisting around until she was facing the opposite direction. When Alexia felt the tongue in her pussy, she responded in kind as they had sex in the 69 position. They wildly lapped at each other, the strain growing escort tuzla in each of them.

Alexia began to twitch, and within a few second her whole body rocked with an earth-shattering orgasm, with Brooke quickly following suit. They both continued to lick until their climaxes had completely tapered off.

Alexia rolled off Broke, doused in sweat and panting heavily. Brooke simply grinned.

“Welcome to Jannada,” she said.

They laid in each other’s arms for nearly an hour, until Alexia got up and began putting her clothes back on. She took the opportunity to explore the rest of the house, even going upstairs. Brooke was still laying in bed when Alexia came back down with a puzzled look on her face.

“The bathroom only has a shower.”

Brooke yawned. “Of course.”

Alexia’s dumbfounded stare made her hit realization. “Oh! Right, I haven’t told you yet.”

She stretched. “Well, a lot of the original founders of Jannada were scientists. Nanotechnology, specifically. Also, all lesbians. So instead of using their technology to destroy or just get rich, they dedicated their work to bringing about a sexual utopia.”

“I still don’t get it?”

“Remember that shot you got right before touching down?”

“Yeah.”

“Jannadan nanomachines. Anyone compatible woman injected with those has her body become super-efficient. Our bodies will never product waste, nor will they age. It also makes our libido skyrocket, changes our body’s chemistry to make our pussies extremely tasty, and after a few days you’ll gain erogenous zones on your tongue and fingers. Obviously, we only share this with women we deem worthy and are compatible with the nanobots, like you or me. We still have showers because hey, who doesn’t like a woman with wet hair? “

Brooke sat up, rubbing her chin. “I guess since I’ve shared that with you, I can finally tell you about the other thing.”

“What?”

“Well, our bodies never produce waste, never age, and the nanomachines also grant us a pretty big resistance to extremes of heat or cold. Clothing isn’t really necessary here, which is why so many of us go nude. But tomorrow we’re gonna make it official.”

“How?”

Brooke’s face lit up. “At 11 o’ clock tomorrow, clothes will officially be banned on Jannada. There’s gonna be a big ceremony where all the women still wearing clothes will strip down and throw away everything.”

Mandatory nudity? Everything was moving so fast. But here she was, just having slept with a woman she barely knew. And these nanomachines? Were they really as good as she said they were?

A question formed in her mind.

“Are you going to be there?”

“Sure. To be honest, I only wore clothes when I met you to make a good impression, but the idea of disowning clothes forever in a group turns all my cranks, you know?”

“Where will it be?”

“All over the planet, but local groups will meet in the cities, like the one we passed through.”

Alexia nodded, walking back over to the bed and flopping down. “Well,” she said, “guess I better enjoy my last day in clothes.”

Brooke laughed.

She was curious to see what kind of television programs Jannada had, and after a bit of searching found the remote under the cushion.

Flipping it on, she discovered that Jannada’s eroticism was well on display in television programming. From her channel surfing, she found:

– Many channels dedicated to straight-up lesbian porn

– “Educational” shows, with tips on masturbation or how to give the best oral

– A few sex-themed game shows. One involved an “orgasm race”, where two contestants would go down a row of women, giving oral to each of them until they climaxed, then moving onto the next until they reached the finish line. Another was what amounted to a guessing game, where contestants would lick a pussy blindfolded, then try to guess which one it was.

– An actual news broadcast, covering local events, weather, and sports. The anchors were wearing bikinis, but reminded viewers that starting tomorrow they would be nude just like everyone else.

– A “slave training” channel. According to Brooke, slavery was much more popular in the past, where two or more women would enter into a contract, with one being the mistress and the other being the slave. Apparently, slaves declined in popularity as more and more people started going nude, which made a slave’s forced nudity rather pointless. It was still a niche industry, though.

– And the only channel that didn’t have some kind of sexual content, which showcased the various natural wonders of Jannada.

The sexual nature of the TV shows made Alexia ready for another round with Brooke, and they made love for hours on end until they were both sweaty and exhausted. They fell asleep late into the night, their arms tangled together.

Alexia found herself prodded awake. She wearily opened her eyes to see Brooke in her clothes again.

“Get dressed, sleepyhead. For the last time.”

Alexia snorted, rising up and looking for her clothes flung away during her passionate sessions with Brooke the previous evening. After a bit of searching, she was able to find all her clothes and clumsily put them on. Standing next to Brooke, she actually felt a bit self-conscious. She hadn’t expected anything Jannada had thrown at her, her long pants and shirt felt downright Victorian compared to Brooke’s tight bikini.

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Andy looked at her watch and sighed in exasperation. As always, her sister Deanna was late. Andy brushed long blonde bangs out of her eyes as she tapped a black heel-clad foot impatiently. The mall was busy this Saturday with just five shopping days left until Christmas. Andy seemed immune to the lustful gazes cast her way as she scanned the crowd for the familiar mop of unruly brunette curls.

“Hey, little sister! Sorry I’m late!” A voice sounded behind her and Andy whirled around with a start. Deanne’s green eyes laughed up into Andy’s gray eyes. At 5’10, Andy seemed to tower over her petite 5’3 sister.

“Deanne, 2 o’clock means just that. I felt very odd standing here waiting for you. It looked like I was either stalking someone or being a major pervert. You should have seen some of the looks I’ve been getting.”

Deanne had decided that they would meet up in front of Victoria’s Secret, which was right across from a black windowed sex shop. Andy smoothed her gray, pinstriped skirt suit self-consciously.

“Relax. You have to expect people to look at you, little sis. You ARE stunning. Speaking of which, let me introduce you to Melanie.” She gestured to a voluptuous raven-haired woman standing beside her. Andy didn’t know she hadn’t noticed her before. Melanie stood just under Andy’s height. Her sapphire eyes seemed cut from precious stones. Dressed in designer jeans and a peasant’s blouse, she seemed ethereal. Her perfect, full lips smiled revealing straight white teeth.

“It’s so good to meet you. Dee has told me so much about you.” Andy realized she was staring and immediately snapped out of it, taking the woman’s proffered hand. Melanie’s skin was smooth and warm. Andy felt a jolt of electricity run through her body and quickly took a step back in confusion. She wondered what was wrong with her.

“Well, why don’t we go do our shopping now? I see what you meant about standing here and feeling like a pervert. The only difference is, I really am a pervert!” Deanne laughed and grabbed Andy and Melanie by the arms dragging them off on a whirlwind trip through the mall.

They exited a couple of hours later loaded down with bags and boxes. The afternoon had been spent in laughter and fun. Andy was constantly aware of Melanie, though. She could feel the dam she had built inside of herself long ago threatening to break in the presence of this woman she didn’t know. She thought she had dealt with her attraction towards women, but here it was again staring her in the face with undeniable intensity. She hadn’t felt anything since she was 16, and here she was at 25, feeling it all over again.

“Andy. Earth to Andy.” Deanne was waving her hand in front of Andy’s eyes and laughing. “That must have been some thought process.”

Andy could feel herself blushing hotly. She cleared her throat loudly. “What did I miss?”

“I said, Melanie lives on the same side of the city as you. If you wouldn’t mind, could you drop her off? I told Frank that I would be home by five.” Frank was Deanne’s husband, and they had two beautiful children together who Andy doted on. Andy checked her watch. It was now ten till five. She laughed softly.

Andy looked shyly over at Melanie and nodded. The thought of spending forty minutes in the car with her was wonderful and sweet torture. “Yes, I can do that.”

“Are you sure it wouldn’t be any trouble?” Melanie’s husky voice melted across Andy and she nearly shivered. She was consumed by a torturous struggle within her between the side of her that felt a natural attraction to Melanie and the side that screamed and ranted against such an attraction.

“No. I mean, yes I am certain that it would be no trouble at all. Where exactly do you live?”

“The Heights.”

“Oh! That’s only a couple of blocks from me!”

“Great. See you girls later!” Deanne kissed both their cheeks and rushed off in a flurry of bags.

“You know, to always be rushing, Dee is habitually late,” Melanie said wryly and Andy laughed.

“You are so right. I’m parked over here. Andy opened the trunk of her Mercedes and they tossed their bags inside. As they situated themselves into their seats, Andy was very aware of Melanie. She breathed deeply of Melanie’s scent. She smelled like vanilla and jasmine.

They kept up a light chatter as Andy drove down the interstate. She went the speed limit whereas she usually sped like a demon, but she explained it to herself as merely being a safe driver with a not very well known passenger. She couldn’t help but notice the lines of Melanie’s firm thighs through the denim of her jeans and the way the peasant’s blouse moldered itself to every curve and sweep of her breasts.

“Are you hungry?” Andy stared at the road hoping for and dreading Melanie’s next words. “Why don’t we stop and have dinner together?”

“Well, it is getting late,” Andy croaked, putting up a token resistance.

“Exactly my point. Besides, I’m not ready to go home just yet,” Melanie said. Andy could feel her heart thudding loudly in her chest and was surprised that Melanie beylikdüzü escort couldn’t hear it. She could barely catch her breath. It was just dinner after all.

“Ok, but only if you let it be my treat. I had to work this morning, thus the suit, and I think my boss owes me a dinner.” Andy smiled at Melanie as she drove down the next exit ramp and towards her favorite restaurant.

“By all means,” Melanie laughed softly sending goose flesh across Andy’s skin. She wondered how Melanie would sound in the throes of passion… The thought came out of nowhere and startled her so badly that she nearly drove right into a line of parked cars.

Luckily, the restaurant wasn’t very busy and they were seated almost right away. In the dim light of the restaurant, the table’s candle light bathed Melanie in an angelic glow. Andy was enchanted by the lovely vision across from her. Their waitress came over and Andy felt as if she had been saved. She promptly ordered a glass of red wine. Melanie did the same.

“Andy, are you ok?” Melanie asked with concern. Andy could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks. She was glad to see the waitress already returning with their drinks.

“Yes, I’m fine. It’s nothing this won’t fix,” Andy said with a smile, unaware of the devastating effect her dimples and stormy eyes had on anyone looking at her at that moment.

“Your sister is right, you know. You are stunning.” Andy looked at Melanie in surprise before chuckling.

“Well, if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black. So, how long have you known my sister?”

“I’ve actually known Frank for almost two years. I work with him and met Deanne at last year’s office Christmas party.”

“Oh, so you are a lawyer then?” Melanie laughed at the question.

“You say that with such disdain.”

“Oh, no, not at all,” Andy exclaimed and they both laughed. “I’m very glad that Deanne introduced us today,” Andy said shyly, quickly taking a gulp of her wine.

“So am I. Andy, I…” Whatever Melanie had been about to say was silenced as the waitress came for their dinner orders. They continued to chat as they waited for their food. She was surprised at how much they had in common. They even ordered the same thing and ate just about the same amount of it, Andy thought in amusement. She could feel herself hanging onto every word Melanie said.

When they paid and left, Andy felt relaxed and comfortable with the other woman. She drove the few remaining miles to the Heights and Melanie directed her to her house. It was a lovely cream-colored Victorian. Andy popped the trunk and laughed ruefully at their purchases. The bags had spilled and everything was mixed together.

“Why don’t we gather them all and go inside to sort them out,” Melanie suggested just over her shoulder, her breath hot and warm on Andy’s ear. Andy could feel the same electric current run through her body. She couldn’t figure out why she was starting to feel panic. Melanie gathered half of the items and shoved them into bags. She began to head for her house not waiting for Andy’s answer. Andy collected the rest of the things and quickly followed.

Melanie dropped everything onto the living room coffee table and Andy followed suit. Melanie poured them each a glass of wine and they sipped as they sorted out their belongings. Andy began to relax again as they joked and laughed, and she even began to enjoy being in Melanie’s company until a package she had bought while waiting for Deanne fell out of its bag.

“Well, what do we have here? I don’t think that this is mine.” Andy turned beet red as Melanie held up the little personal vibrator that she had bought on a whim.

“It’s, um, it’s mine,” Andy answered in barely a whisper.

“What does a beautiful girl like you need with one of these? I’m certain men are just all over you.” Andy gulped down the last of her wine and tried to take a deep breath.

“Well, I… I mean, it’s just not…”

“Satisfying?” Melanie said and Andy smiled.

“Yes.” They both laughed and Andy could feel the tension ebbing from her shoulders.

“Well, I don’t have to worry about that,” Melanie said smugly.

“Oh, you must be dating a rare man, or either of these,” Andy said holding up the personal vibrator as they shared another hearty laugh.

“Not exactly, although I do own one of those and a few other things. No, I am a lesbian.” As the words left Melanie’s mouth, Andy could feel herself freeze into the fight or flight response. She couldn’t sort through the multitude of feelings she felt. She could vaguely sense Melanie talking to her.

“Andy, are you alright? I didn’t mean to shock you.”

“No, I’m okay. It just took my by surprise.” Andy was fully aware of Melanie’s presence, of what she represented. The touch of Melanie’s hand on her arm was excruciatingly delicious. “I have to go.”

“Why?” Melanie asked, her voice hurt and angry. “Because I’m a lesbian?”

“No.”

“Then why? I thought we had really hit it off, and now I find out that you have escort istanbul a problem with who I am.”

“No, it’s not that!”

“Then what is it?” Melanie’s eyes were flashing and filled with hurt. Andy felt words building inside her mouth and before she knew it, she was saying them.

“Until you said that, the thought of being with you was only a fantasy and I didn’t have to deal with the reality that I could be. That I want to be.” Andy clapped her hands over her mouth. What had made her say that? As she turned to leave, she realized that she was shaking like a leaf. She was almost to the door when Melanie reached her and stopped her by putting her hands on Andy’s arms. She slowly turned Andy to face her. Andy felt as though she could get lost in those sapphire eyes. Melanie was looking at her with a mixture of desire and concern.

Andy leaned forward and pressed her lips against Melanie’s. She couldn’t contain the passion that was raging inside of her. Melanie moaned softly and circled her arms around Andy’s neck pulling her closer. Andy opened her mouth to Melanie’s gently insistent tongue, feeling a shudder of desire run through her body as Melanie began a slow, sensual seduction of her mouth and senses. Andy’s arms wrapped around Melanie’s waist and she clung to her as though Melanie was her life raft.

Andy could feel the dam burst inside of her and she sighed breathlessly against Melanie’s lips. Her thighs were quickly becoming wet with her arousal. Melanie left her mouth with a soft sigh and stared deeply into Andy’s eyes.

At Andy’s puzzled gaze, Melanie said, “We have to stop now or I won’t be able to.” Her husky voice sent shivers racing outwards from Andy’s belly to her nipples and loins.

“I don’t… want you to stop,” Andy whispered, gathering her courage. She began to kiss and nibble Melanie’s neck and ear lobe, inhaling the scent of the intoxicating woman.

“Are you sure? Have you ever been with a woman before?”

“No, but it’s always been who I am and what I’ve wanted. And I’m so tired of hiding me from me,” Andy answered with a tremor in her voice. Melanie tenderly placed her hands on either side of Andy’s face and began to kiss her softly, slowly.

“Make love to me, Melanie,” Andy breathed against Melanie’s lips. She was answered by a moan of desire. Melanie broke the kiss and wordlessly led Andy upstairs and into her bedroom. She turned to look at her blonde angel, wordlessly giving her the chance to change her mind. Andy stepped forward, unbuttoning her suit jacket and letting it drop to the floor behind her. She could feel the silk of her blouse caressing her hard nipples. Melanie’s eyes smoldered as Andy began to unbutton her blouse and then let it slide from her shoulders and down her arms.

Melanie’s hands reached up and began to brush feather light touches across Andy’s stomach with her fingertips. Using her thumbs, she flicked Andy’s nipples through her lacy bra. Andy bit back a moan, her eyes locked onto Melanie’s. Melanie unclasped the front snap of Andy’s bra, sucking in a breath at the sight of the perfectly round breasts presented to her feasting eyes. Pink areolas boasted large pink nipples. Melanie quickly took one into her mouth, holding it between her teeth and flicking her tongue over it. Andy shuddered at the contact, and she twined her hands in the luscious black hair, arching her back to press her nipples deeper into Melanie’s mouth. A raging inferno was blazing between her legs and she wanted to feel Melanie’s skin pressed against her own. She took the hem of the peasant’s blouse and almost roughly pulled it off the other woman who immediately latched her mouth back onto Andy’s nipples.

“I want to see you naked,” Andy whispered flushing at her boldness as Melanie reluctantly let go of the delicious nipple in her mouth. She stepped back and smiled at Andy as she unclasped her bra and slid it slowly down her arms letting it fall to the floor. She slowly began to unbutton her jeans, licking her lips as she did. Andy was entranced. The other woman’s areolas were dark holding brown nipples. Andy could feel a new rush of moisture between her legs and she felt an ache in her sex that urgently needed to be fulfilled. Melanie slid her jeans over her hips before turning to slide the denim slowly off of her round ass. Andy gasped in pleasure at the sight. Melanie didn’t wear panties. She bent over to take the jeans off of her feet and Andy hungrily drank in the sight of the exposed flesh. Dew drops of moisture begged to be sucked and licked off of her rose petal nether lips. Andy dropped to her knees and licked the moisture from Melanie’s pussy. Melanie moaned and pressed back against her before turning around. She laughed at the disappointed look on Andy’s face.

“We have plenty of time, baby. Let’s take it slow.”

“I’ve taken it slow my whole life. I want you so badly. I need you.” Andy took Melanie’s hand and ran it under her skirt and up her thigh. “I need you to possess me. I want you to touch me, feel me.” Melanie could aydınlı escort feel the last of her reserve crumble at Andy’s words and, with a soft growl she quickly finished undressing the other woman and pushed her back onto her bed. Melanie climbed over her and pressed her knee between Andy’s thighs and against her dripping pussy.

“God, yes,” Andy breathed, slowly grinding on the other woman. Melanie leaned forward to kiss Andy hard, their tongues entwining in sensuous surrender. Melanie broke their kiss to trail down to Andy’s breasts, taking them each into her mouth and tonguing the nipples. She nipped lightly at the sensitive nubs. Andy moaned in pleasure before burying her hands in Melanie’s hair. She pushed the other woman’s head lower.

“Please, Melanie, put your mouth on me.” Melanie groaned feeling her own pussy soaked with her arousal. Melanie settled between Andy’s thighs, lifting the beautiful, long legs and wrapping them around her shoulders. Andy kept her pussy completely shaved, and her honey was glistening on her pink lips. Melanie ran her tongue over Andy’s mons then over her slit. Andy responded with a fresh torrent of dew and Melanie quickly buried her tongue deep inside of the other woman.

“Oh, yeah, eat me. Melanie, make me yours,” Andy panted, beyond intelligent thought and reason. Melanie parted Andy’s sex revealing a hard, throbbing clit. She licked the glistening nub with a quick stroke causing Andy to tighten her knees around Melanie’s head. “Don’t tease me. I’ve waited so long. Please,” Andy begged and Melanie sucked her clit into her mouth. Andy responded by arching her back off of the bed and groaning loudly. Melanie captured the little pleasure pack between her teeth and began to lathe her tongue across it in long, slow hard licks. Andy moaned loudly, panting, her senses filled. She watched the black head moving hungrily between her legs. She could smell the combined scent of their arousal and could hear the slurping and smacking coming from between her thighs. She could feel the orgasm building within the very pit of her and began to tremble uncontrollably.

Melanie continued her slow, hard onslaught. She could taste Andy’s impending orgasm as the woman’s clit became harder in her mouth. She quickly thrust two fingers deep inside Andy, curling her fingers to rub against the sweet spot inside. Andy came up off of the bed with the sudden violence of her orgasm.

“Oh, Melanie! I’m cumming… oh God!” Andy screamed as Melanie began to fuck her hard and fast, sending her over the edge once again. “Yes, fuck me, baby, fuck me harder. Mmmmmm,” Andy was lost as her body shuddered through another orgasm. Melanie hadn’t stopped licking her super sensitive clit and it was driving her insane. At Andy’s cries, Melanie slowly licked up the girl cum with a wet slurp before crawling up the trembling woman’s body to kiss her tenderly on the lips, sharing the sweet taste of her. She leaned back in concern as she tasted a salty tear.

“Hey, are you ok? Did I hurt you?” Andy shook her head slowly. “Then what it is? Do you regret what just happened?” Melanie’s voice sounded small and hurt, and Andy threw her arms around her and pulled her tight.

“No, it was wonderful. YOU are wonderful. I just can’t believe that I’ve been denying myself for so long.” Andy stroked Melanie’s cheek softly, her gray eyes filling with more tears. She whispered softly, “I think maybe I was waiting for you.”

Melanie smiled tremulously, her own eyes filling with tears. They shared a slow, loving kiss that quickly ignited into passion. Andy rolled Melanie over onto her back.

“But, my lover, we aren’t finished yet. There is plenty of time for talking afterwards.” Melanie shivered with anticipation as Andy smiled wickedly into her eyes. Andy could feel her confidence inwardly beginning to wane, but outwardly she licked her lush lips before capturing Melanie’s. Melanie sighed softly against her, her body pressing up against Andy. Andy was stunned at the firm softness of another woman’s body. She broke their passionate kiss to look at the sight before her.

“Andy?” Melanie asked, the single word asking every unspoken question that was racing through her mind. Andy looked deeply into Melanie’s eyes as she held her finger over Melanie’s lips to hush her.

“I just want to look at you,” Andy said huskily, her eyes leaving hot trails across Melanie’s already feverish body. Andy was awed at the sensual beauty of the other woman who lay open and trusting beneath her. She tentatively reached out to trace the gentle curve of Melanie’s breasts before trailing her fingernail over the erect nipple, which seemed to strain towards her, begging her for her touch. Melanie shivered at the contact, her eyes closing as she surrendered to Andy’s exploration.

Andy leaned slowly forward and took the brown nipple in her mouth, sucking the sweet nub softly while running her tongue over the tip. Andy felt a tremor of desire shoot through her own body as Melanie bit off a lusty moan, her sapphire eyes burning with unspoken desire. Leaning back, Andy spread Melanie’s legs and then knelt between the well-muscled thighs. Her eyes feasted on the wet dessert spread open to her, and she could hear Melanie practically panting with the effort to lie still and wait. Andy breathed in deeply as she closed her eyes to savor the sex scent of her lover.

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Disclaimer: All characters in this story are eighteen years old or above. All readers should

also be eighteen years or above. There are elements of non-consent and reluctance, as well as

sadism and sheer evilness. I would like to thank LaRacasse for editing and critiquing my writing. This is the fairytale that no one would write for me, so I wrote for myself. And with that being said, I hope that you all will enjoy my first work. -lescivious

Once upon a time…

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She was born Princess Luciana of the Kingdom of Delphine. The daughter of Lionel the Strong, and his queen, Wilhelmina. A grand celebration was held in her honor upon her birth, a parade with every nobleman and peasant in attendance. Her parents named her for the brightness she brought to their kingdom. And she lived up to that name. She was a beautiful, radiant, and happy child. At two years of age, Luciana was allowed by her mother to run barefoot through the castle, flowers adorning her sandy brown curls. A smile was ever-present on her gentle features. And from it, the most weathered of warriors were made to grin. At six years of age, Luciana would sit on King Lionel’s knee as he met with the leaders of his military and foreign lands. All would admire the girl’s sweet smile and coo at the swinging of her legs from under her skirts. At twelve, Luciana stepped from the palace with her mother to attend to the queen’s duties, and the common women would style their daughter’s hair to match the flowing curls of their princess. At eighteen, Luciana had grown into a beautiful young maiden. Her smile continued to charm every person she met. Her golden skin was the envy of every maid in the lands surrounding her kingdom. She was envied by all, but arrogant to none.

Now, even after her eighteenth birthday, Princess Luciana would beg of her mother every week on the third day to be able to leave the castle and visit the orphanage. This, her mother would allow her. Luciana would don layers of rags and a hood before traveling to the outskirts of the main city. Her mother would make excuses to her father as she would visit the orphanage and read the children stories from the books she carried with her in her satchel. She did so love the smiling dirty children, though they would never believe that the kind-hearted hooded girl was their own princess.

On one occasion, Luciana brought each of the orphans a gift. After almost every child had his gift, Luciana approached a girl seated in the corner. To Mathilde, the quiet child with matted golden curls, she brought one of her own brushes, encrusted with gold that she insisted was real. The other children fell over each other in laughter, but Mathilde believed Luciana. She believed that there was no way that someone so kind as her could be anything less than a princess, but she kept that knowledge to herself, offering only a toothless smile to the gift giver. Luciana bid the children farewell and returned to the kingdom where she would soon dine with her family.

And this happened every week on the third day, the only day when Luciana’s schedule was not filled with teas and lessons to become a more graceful version of herself. A version of herself suited to be married off, as was her destiny as a princess. For in Delphine and the surrounding kingdoms, once a royal turned eighteen, she hastily married off. Luciana’s parents hurried her from meeting to meeting with possible suitors, all princes from other kingdoms, with the goal of advancing the power of Delphine. But Luciana never once considered knights and noblemen, herself. As her close friends and even servants bantered incessantly about the young men they fancied for themselves, Luciana would merely smile and look away. Unbeknownst to any person other than herself and her diary, Luciana was fonder of the fairer sex. This infatuation started with the nude sculptures that stood in the palace’s gardens that Luciana had always paused to admire. Her companions were under the impression that each time she stopped, she was appreciating the artistry. In fact, Luciana was appreciating the artistry of the female form. With every curve and dip, she was further mesmerized and drawn into a lustful state. Her underclothes would stick to her wet skin as she fantasized about the sculptures coming to life and caressing her gently. She imagined that they would touch and grope her body and send her into waves of fulfillment no man ever could. When no one was near, she would reach out to graze her fingertips along the nipples of the statues, imagining the cold marble could grow harder under her touch. This was her secret.

When Wilhelmina would invite her companions to the palace, Luciana would always ask to be in attendance. She observed as her mother’s companions tried on her old dresses and laughed in merriment about how dreadfully thin she and kartal escort her daughter were. She would watch intently as the women shed their frocks, exposing soft milky white skin that was rarely ever exposed. Her heart caught in her throat as she watched the women remove their bodices and show the smooth skin of their stomachs and breasts. O, how she ever yearned to reach out and to touch them. Luciana would watch intently until she sweated profusely in her lust until her mother grew concerned. Upon one occasion Luciana was so struck by her desire that she fainted, causing a large stir to erupt among the occupants of the castle.

Touching a woman, being touched by a woman, these were Luciana’s fantasies… never to be shared with a soul. She even dreamt about her desires, sleeping feverishly and waking up in pools of her own sweat and essence. Her kindness and gentleness were only matched in greatness with the desire she had to be touched. And not touched and penetrated by a foul-smelling, rough lad as her companions described to her. Luciana wished to be touched by the slender, deliberate hands of a woman, one who would take her virgin body to places she couldn’t even imagine. Places she wished were her reality, instead of the marriage that was in her near future. Luciana didn’t wish to be married, but her marriage was as sure as the sky was blue. She would be paired off and married to please her parents, and that was her reality.

Fortunately for Luciana and few others, the demand for diplomacy demanded her parents’ attentions. The Andromeda Kingdom to the West was in need of more crafted goods from Delphine, and the Corinna Kingdom to the South demanded that Delphine purchase more silver. Luciana’s father, King Lionel, tried desperately to subdue the raging emotions of the rulers in his vicinity and to avoid war. The armies of Delphine were inferior to those of the kingdoms surrounding it. Were the kingdom surrounded by another army, it would be surely besieged. King Lionel was forced to find a way to strengthen his armies to better prepare for the prospect of war. What would benefit him more than anything else was an army to aid him in the chance that war befell Delphine.

Luciana felt safe from destiny, as she spent her days living freely and being a generous ruler to her subjects, notably the children. She avoided destiny for months of turmoil until her father asked that she and her mother be present one night for supper. The women hastily agreed and were soon seated at the large hall table along with King Lionel, who shared that he had wonderful news. Luciana and the queen grinned perfect smiles of delight in response to this announcement. The king had come to an agreement with the Andromeda Kingdom that his daughter would be married to their esteemed Prince Andrew, forging a military bond and economic agreement between the two lands. The king announced that Andrew would in two days’ time visit their kingdom to meet Luciana, and in a fortnight, the two would be married. Queen Wilhelmina was overjoyed upon the announcement of this news. She and the king smiled into each other’s eyes, delighted that their only daughter would finally be married, and in an advantageous marriage for Delphine.

Luciana was devastated. Staving off her tears, the princess asked to be dismissed to her chambers to revel in her excitement about the coming marriage. Her parents delightedly allowed this to her, still discussing merrily the day’s agreement. The princess ran to her room and threw herself upon her bed, heaving deep sobs into her expensive bedclothes. When marriage was a distant prospect, it didn’t have the same effect as it did now. The thought of being married, having a man put his hands on her, and further, touch her intimate areas with the foulness of his flesh sent her into another fit of sobs. That was not what she wanted, it was the opposite of the gentle touch she craved, the gentle feeling of a woman kissing her softly and causing her to shiver violently against her flesh. Luciana would not allow this to take place. She would run from the kingdom before she allowed it.

And run she did, sneaking from her window into the trees beyond the palace. To her advantage, one of the palace guards had fallen asleep next to his horse. She released the animal with all the stealth she could muster, and successfully mounted it. By the time the guard realized what had taken place, Luciana was riding off into the wood. The princess tore her dress on loose branches and splintered her soft bare feet but continued to ride. She wouldn’t be promised off to any prince, not if she could stand it. Luciana evaded the guards by steering the horse away from the worn paths. The princess rode as far as she could before fatigue took her over. Yawning softly, Luciana dismounted the horse, tied him up, and rested under a willow tree to take her repose. She was afraid, but not more afraid than bakırköy escort free. If she were eaten by wolves, it would be a better fate than that which awaited her back in her castle.

deux

Queen Adira of the Kingdom of Valencia was a forceful and powerful woman. She was as ruthless as she was cunning and as beautiful as she was terrible. The woman stood at the height of a man, though her statuesque figure was undoubtedly feminine. The eyes of every man were drawn to the ivory white of her prominent chest, the smallness of her waist, the seduction of her glance. All would agree that never was a woman so fair. With her long tresses of raven hair and piercing, pale-green eyes, the woman could will any man to his knees. All of Adira’s subjects lived in reverent fear of her and she had the strongest armies of all of the kingdoms as far as the eye could see. Every able-bodied man was required to train in her military to fight for his country and his queen. Adira was wicked, but the men of her kingdom loved to serve her, for her beauty far eclipsed any of their objection. Every king far and wide feared Queen Adira’s power. A handful had even sent messengers to ask her hand in marriage to subdue her. Each messenger had returned mutilated beyond recognition, most of the time only able to move enough to steer a horse back to his kingdom. Strangely enough, every time a female messenger was sent in order to soothe the queen’s wrath, only stray empty horses donning royal colors were returned to the kingdoms, whipped badly and volatile. What happened to the maidens was never known.

Beyond her insurmountable power and fairness, Queen Adira lived lavishly. She had slaves to bathe, clothe, and feed her. In fact, the queen’s palace was filled with slaves and servants, the larger percentage of these being females. She was known in her kingdom for inviting young disobedient slave girls into her private quarters for hours on end, and the girls leaving badly shaken and beaten, refusing to detail the events of their encounter with the queen. The queen dressed in the most expensive of fabrics, looking always the image of grace and elegance. Her subjects were well provided for so long as they lived in full submission to her, but those beyond her kingdom walls were not keen on this knowledge. They told tales of how ruthless and domineering the wicked woman was, how no one who entered her kingdom ever returned, and how no one that lived within her kingdom walls ever left. But Adira’s reputation did her kingdom well. Valencia suffered few visitors and rarely experienced war. Each person there found himself accounted for and never needed venture beyond the walls of the kingdom. Save for the domination of their ruler, Valencians were able to make the most of their days.

One such day in Valencia, Queen Adira sat comfortably in her chambers as a new, pale slave girl knelt at her feet and massaged them. The queen sighed contentedly as the maiden’s small fingers kneaded into her skin.

“Oh, Diana, Darling. That feels exquisite,” Adira moaned appreciatively. The girl kept quiet as she continued to work her fingers into her Mistress’s feet. Two other such slaves stood on each side of the queen, fanning her with large leaves as she relaxed into her furniture.

“Higher, Darling,” Adira mused, causing the girl’s hands to move higher up her leg. The woman hummed in approval, massaging the girl’s scalp with the fingers of her left hand. “Higher,” she whispered, now feeling hands on her thigh. Adira felt that it was time to initiate the new slave. She lifted her skirts to her waist.

“Diana,” Adira stated in a commanding tone. The girl looked up to Her Majesty’s eyes. “Use your mouth,” the queen commanded calmly.

Diana looked afraid, so Adira grabbed her face in her hands. “Kiss my legs, Diana. I should not be made to ask twice,” she spoke frighteningly more sternly through clenched jaw.

“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry, Mistress,” the young girl responded hastily, proceeding to hesitantly press her lips to the queen’s fair thighs.

“That’s lovely, Darling,” Adira sighed appreciatively at the young lips pressed against her skin. The other servants in Adira’s chambers stood silently. Each was well aware of what was happening to young Diana but kept her eyes fixed and her lips sealed lest she be the queen’s next victim. Adira looked from face to face of her slaves and laughed a hearty laugh. Each one was a wretched thing and desperate for her control, she was sure.

“Diana, would you remove my underclothes? I think that it is time you became better acquainted with your Mistress.”

Diana obediently began to pull down the woman’s trousers from beneath her skirts, though appearing confused. “May I speak, Mistress,” the young girl inquired.

“Of course,” Queen Adira smirked.

“Am I not already acquainted with you, Mistress? What does Her aydıntepe escort Majesty mean by ‘become acquainted’?” Diana inflected. Her genuine innocent confusion pleased her queen to no end.

“In due time, my Dear,” Adira spoke slowly. “Press your cheek to my thigh,” she commanded. Diana obeyed; her nose and mouth now merely centimeters from Her Ladyship’s womanhood.

Good Girl.

“Resume kissing me,” Adira ordered.

The color drained from Diana’s face. Clearly, the girl had not until this precise moment realized her Mistress’s wishes. The young servant girl started to tremble, knelt at the queen’s feet. The musky scent of the queen’s womanhood filled her nose, amplified by the dark lower tresses of hair on the woman’s sacred area. The queen couldn’t mean that she wanted for Diana to kiss her there, but it became increasingly clearer that those were Adira’s exact wishes. Diana was unaware that such perverse desires lived within the mind of the ruler of the land she resided in. Adira sank her fingers into Diana’s hair as a warning to the punishment that she would receive upon her refusal to obey her mistress. Hot tears began to streak down Diana’s youthful face; she was not ready to serve her country like this.

Adira grew impatient with the pathetic, whimpering girl between her legs, and gripped Diana’s hair tightly in her fingers. Adira pushed the young girl’s face deep into her nirvana, sighing as lips caressed her where she most craved it. “Kiss me, Slave,” she cruelly dictated, her previous kind demeanor lost in her annoyance with the girl.

“Oh,” Adira moaned, rubbing her essence into every pore of her servant’s face. This was the type of massage the queen enjoyed. The remaining slaves in Adira’s chambers did not flinch from position as their new colleague was assaulted and humiliated by the cruel monarch. Each had endured her initiation, and now, so would Diana. Thus, professional and aloof the servants stood as Diana’s youthful face was smothered by a mixture of the queen’s royal nectar and her own sorrowful tears.

Adira was preparing to disrobe and further ravish the girl when a knock sounded from her bedroom doors. The queen let go of her grip on Diana’s head and let her skirts fall around her ankles again. Adira was already far from pleased with whoever stood on the other side of those doors. Pushing Diana’s pathetic form a number of feet away so that her crying would not disturb her royal duties, Adira spoke,

“Let them in.”

The slave closest to the door rushed to open it for Her Majesty. A frazzled looking young lad stood outside the door, seemingly already aware of the queen’s annoyance at his disturbance.

“Mistress, I’m sorry to disturb you during your leisure hours, but there is a situation of urgency.”

Adira crossed her arms atop her bosom. “Very well then. What might that be?”

“A group of knights surveying the woods surrounding the kingdom walls has found a maiden. She had fallen asleep against a tree, and they assume that her horse ran away during the night.”

“What is urgent about a maiden, William? I should hope you’ve not disrupted me without good cause.”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but this is not just a peasant girl. She claims to be a princess. Luciana of Delphine, no less.”

“She claims?” Adira narrowed her eyes at the boy.

“She does, Ma’am. And her clothes are made of expensive materials, though she seems to have tattered them whilst running in the forests.”

Adira wondered to herself what a decent young noble would be doing wandering about Valencia, of all places. Hadn’t her parents warned her of the evil that lay just beyond those walls? The queen smiled to herself before standing to her feet and again addressing the male in her chambers.

“If this Luciana really be nobility, then I should like to see her. Have her bathed and then bring her to the hall.”

Adira snapped her fingers, commanding her servants wordlessly to place her furs upon her shoulders.

“I shall assume that she is in the dungeons already?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. And they’ve stripped and shaven her there as you request of your captives.”

“Good. However, I shall need her clothed in order to enter into my castle,” Queen Adira stated calmly. “After she is bathed, put her in a dress. One of mine. And do not bother with a corset or underclothes.”

“I shall tend to that immediately, Your Majesty.”

The young man turned to leave the queen’s chambers before being stopped abruptly by her next words.

“Do not leave just yet, William. I’ve not dismissed you.”

The boy froze solid in his tracks. “Yes, Ma’am, I apologize. What is the matter?”

“This had better be worth my time, William.”

Adira fixed a very threatening stare on the lad before waving him away. Were William to lack ample reason, Adira would have him publicly flogged… or castrated. Perhaps she would even have Diana administer the punishment. In what most others would consider a sneer, Adira smiled to herself. The queen watched silently as William scampered off to do her bidding, justly. Due to the lad’s trembling form, Adira assumed the best.

Perhaps this princess would be worth her energy.

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Taylor Young may well have been the most attractive girl Michelle had ever met. She was instantly and totally smitten. Taylor, a rising junior at North Carolina State, stood 5’4″ with long brown hair down her back and big brown eyes.

“Hi,” Taylor said as she held out her hand for Michelle, her bright smile and pouty lips drawing Michelle’s gaze.

“Hello,” Michelle struggled as she took the young girl’s soft hand in hers.

“You here with anyone? Is Kat with you?” Kim asked. The name immediately snapped Michelle back to attention. Kat — Katherine, the girl from the photos last night.

“No, she went home for break. I’m here with some friends from school,” Taylor explained.

“Susan and Lisa’s here tonight. Come say hello. I know they’d love to see you,” Kim begged as the young girl looked over her shoulder, perhaps seeing if her friends were close by.

“Okay. That’d be great,” she answered following Kim and Michelle as they made their way to Susan and Lisa’s table. The women enjoyed a few rounds of drinks as Kim and Taylor caught up on lost time. Michelle simply listened and gathered that Taylor was Katherine’s roommate from school and obviously the two were an item. What she didn’t know then but would find out later in the evening was Taylor had been seduced by Katherine at Lisa’s instructions. Much like Lisa was requiring of Michelle.

Lisa couldn’t help but notice that Michelle was totally enchanted by Taylor and the older woman pulled Michelle close and suggested she ask the young coed to dance.

Michelle looked out on the floor to see quite a few women dancing with each other as well as a few guys dancing with other guys. Taking Lisa’s suggestion to heart, she waited for a break in her conversation with Kim and asked the sultry brunette if she might want to dance. Michelle had never danced with another girl but was thrilled when Taylor turned with a smile and said, “Sure!”

Michelle was fascinated as Taylor moved her small frame with the beat. She was only a 34C but she moved her chest and body in a slow rhythm with the music. Occasionally she turned her back to Michelle and seemed to move her ass against the school teacher. Michelle could feel her nipples hardening and looked down to see them poking through the sheer fabric of the top, almost transparent under the neon lights of the dance floor.

As Taylor turned, she couldn’t help but notice Chel’s erect buds, almost at eye level for the smaller girl. She just smiled and reached out to place both hands on Michelle’s hips. She drew Michelle in and rubbed her own denim covered crotch against Michelle’s leather skirt.

Michelle wanted her, desired her in a way she had never desired another person and when the song ended both walked back to the table. Taylor reached for Michelle’s hand, taking it, and leading her back to the seat. Michelle quickly finished the drink she had and motioned for the waitress to bring another as Lisa begin asking about Katherine. It was very obvious that Lisa was very fond of both girls.

When the band began a slow song, Michelle again asked Taylor for a dance and was again rewarded as they both headed to the floor. Taylor had been wearing sandals and abandoned them under the table walking out to the dance floor barefoot. Michelle couldn’t help but notice the French manicure of her toes, the little white ends contrasted brightly with the rest of the nail under the neon lights.

As soon as they reached the floor, Taylor leaned her head down softly on Michelle’s shoulders much like Michelle herself had done a hundred times with Kyle. She felt weird at first leading but eventually felt more comfortable as she held the young student in her arms, pulling her tight. Taylor’s perfume, Tommy Girl, was sweet and Michelle rested her chin on the top of Taylor’s head.

Taylor had her hands kadıköy escort planted on the back of Chel’s tight leather skirt until the teacher felt the hands slip lower, down to her bare legs and then ever so subtly under the flap of the dress, resting on Michelle’s bare ass. Taylor was now clutching, rubbing Michelle’s cheeks and Michelle was getting more and more turned on as she thought about what she’d like to do with this angelic little vixen.

“The girls you’re here with, are you with one of them or did you just come together,” Michelle was brave enough to ask.

“We just came together. I’m not really with anybody,” she looked up, staring back into Michelle’s longing eyes.

Both girls swayed to the music, their eyes locked, until Taylor moved her head up as their lips came together. Taylor had the softest lips Michelle had ever kissed. They were like two fluffy pillows as her lips parted inviting Michelle in. Michelle was not about to disappoint as she moved her tongue slowly, but forcefully between Taylor’s lips. Michelle now was grasping Taylor’s ass through her blue jeans, pulling her closer as they kissed on the dance floor, still moving back and forth with the music.

When they parted, Michelle wasted little time, “Tell them you have a ride home. I want you to go home with me.”

Taylor just looked at her for a second and then kissed her again as they returned to their embrace on the floor until the music ended. As the next song began, Taylor indicated she’d be right back and Michelle headed to the restroom and then back to the table.

“Where’d Taylor go?” Kim inquired.

“She’s letting her friends know she’s going home with us,” she answered back confidently as she picked up her drink taking a few swallows of what was left of her vodka tonic.

Minutes later Taylor returned and the women had a couple of more rounds before Kim said she, Taylor, and Chel would head on back to the house leaving Susan and Lisa at the club.

Taylor and Michelle sat in the backseat for the ride home as they continued where they left off on the dance floor with each kissing the other. Taylor snuck her hands under Michelle’s skirt and explored her shaven pussy, feeling Michelle’s already wet cunt as Chel groped the girl’s tits through her shirt. It was a good thing it was only a 15 minute trip or both would have stripped completely in the back seat.

Kim gave the girls plenty of space even though she was tempted to join in as Michelle practically drug Taylor down the hall. Michelle took charge as she pushed Taylor down on the bed and pulled the tight jeans over her lean legs. Chel was delighted to find the girl was pantiless like herself and she too shaved her little pussy bare.

Michelle thought she had the most beautiful pussy she had ever seen as she collapsed on top of her, beginning to unbutton her top and then reaching around unclasping the bra. Michelle had never undressed a girl before but she made short order of Taylor as Chel slipped both of the garments off leaving her naked on the bed.

Taylor had small but round breasts with pert pink nipples that Michelle drew into her hungry mouth and sucked on before she stood back up and removed her leather skirt and her own blouse. Sitting on the bed she unzipped each boot, pulling it and a pair of thin socks off leaving her naked as well.

Michelle positioned her body over Taylor’s and again began kissing her lips, sucking on her tongue until she scooted down her neck, her chest to her breast where she again sucked on the little nipples, drawing sighs from Taylor who stroked Michelle’s hair.

“Oh that feels so good Michelle. Suck my titties,” she groaned as Michelle let a hand wander down, parting Taylor’s lips which had already moistened under Chel’s oral attack.

Michelle istanbul eskort bayan wanted the main prize and moved down to run her lips up and down Taylor’s satin smooth vagina, dipping her tongue in, savoring the juices that she lapped up. “Oh fuck yea, eat me. Lick my pussy, that feels so good, I love you eating my pussy,” Taylor moaned as Michelle dove deeper and deeper.

Taylor was soon returning the favor as she had Michelle sit on her face. Michelle had not done that before and she played with her breasts, pulling on her nipples as Taylor licked her pussy. Taylor spread Michelle’s lips wide apart as she sucked and nibbled on Chel’s little button.

Michelle was riding Taylor’s face, loving the feeling of the little lesbian eating her until the familiar shaking of her leg signaled her impending orgasm. Taylor seemed to go into overdrive as she sucked madly on Michelle’s clit, tonguing wildly as the young teacher bucked and thrashed on her mouth until she came and then collapsed exhausted beside her.

“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me Michelle,” Taylor begged.

That was one thing Michelle had never done. She was always the bottom, always enjoying the cock between her legs.

“I don’t have a cock,” Michelle replied sheepishly. “You know a strapon. I’ve never done that,” she said somewhat softly.

Taylor just looked over and then with a quick kiss, said “I’ll be right back.”

True to her word, Taylor returned minutes later with a strapon she had borrowed from Kim. She fastened the harness around Michelle’s waist, pulled it tight, and then using some lube, and stroked the shaft a few times for good measure. Taylor then lay on her back with a look that said volumes to Michelle. Taylor’s hair was spread out on the pillow, her feet flat on the bed with her legs spread wide.

“Fuck me baby. Fuck my little pussy,” Taylor smiled as Michelle positioned the head of the rubber cock against the entrance of Taylor’s cunt. As she eased the head in, Taylor moaned her approval until Chel had worked the whole cock in. “Give it to me. Fuck me,” Taylor continued.

Michelle moved the cock in and out, finding her rythym as she sawed the cock back and forth, watching it disappear between the girl’s luscious lips. She had never seen a cock going in from this angle and it looked funny to her that the cock was protruding from her crotch. But it was sexy at the same time and she liked the feeling, the friction of the harness against her own clit as she pushed harder and harder and then collapsing on Taylor to kiss her again.

Their breasts rubbed together as they kissed. Michelle’s ass rising up and down as Taylor grasped her cheeks pulling her hard, slamming her back into her pussy. “I love your pussy, I love fucking your pussy,” Michelle groaned as she pushed her tongue in the young coed’s mouth.

Taylor wrapped her slender legs around the small of Michelle’s back and fucked her more rapidly as Taylor’s orgasm began to wrack her small body. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming for you. Fuck me baby, fuck my pussy, take me,” Taylor chanted as she pushed hard into Michelle’s cock.

Michelle came too as they both gradually came to a stop, Michelle sliding her body off to the side. They rested for only a half hour perhaps before Michelle begged Taylor to fuck her as well.

Michelle was amazed at how experienced the young girl was as she encouraged Michelle to get on her hands and knees and fuck her doggie style. Taylor positioned the cock at the entrance of her pussy and it slid in easily.

Taylor grabbed on to Chel’s hips as Michelle rocked back against the young girl. “That feels so fucking good. You like fucking my pussy don’t you Taylor?” Michelle dripped. “You like getting some of that pussy.”

“Yea, I’m gonna get me some. I might get me some tuzla escort bayan of that ass too,” Taylor shot back as she playfully slapped Michelle’s butt.

“Yea, do that. Spank me baby. Spank my ass,” Michelle pouted.

Michelle had become accustomed to Lisa’s whip and had started to appreciate the harsh tingle across her thighs. Taylor slapped her ass again leaving a very legible handprint which formed on her cheek.

The pain only caused Michelle to buck back harder as her ass crashed against Taylor’s crotch.

“Flip over,” demanded Taylor as she withdrew the strapon cock only to have Michelle lay flat on her back. Taylor wrapped her small arms under Michelle’s thighs and hoisted her legs up and over her shoulders.

Michelle’s feet planted on both sides of Taylor’s head as she pushed the cock back between her pussy lips and plunged it in as deep as possible.

“Oh fuck,” Michelle moaned as the cock went deep into her womb. “Take me Taylor, I’m yours baby, take it all.”

Taylor moved her hips expertly, grinding, pushing, fucking Michelle like she had never been fucked before. Michelle couldn’t understand how this little dynamo could know so much about fucking another woman but right now she was so glad she did.

“I want you to fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass,” Michelle begged as Taylor slammed the cock into her pussy over and over again.

Taylor grabbed a pillow and lifting Chel’s ass up, shoved the pillow under her butt, pulled the cock out of her pussy and gently, ever so slowly began to ease the large head into Michelle’s back door.

Taylor was surprised at how easily the cock was accepted by Michelle’s ass. She assumed Lisa must be training her new lover’s asshole with a plug, much like she had done Katherine a year ago.

Taylor now moved her cock faster, in and out as she played with Michelle’s clit, stroking it with her fingers. In the meantime, Michelle was groaning, taking the eight inch cock with delight.

Michelle’s hands thrashed and tore at the sheets as her body felt on fire. Sensing Michelle was close to cumming, Taylor collapsed on her chest as their lips came together in a long, lingering, wet kiss.

When Michelle came, it was shattering as a fire raged from her ass to her clit and up to her nipples. It was one of the most intense orgasms she had as the girls slowed their pace, their lips still locked as they sucked on each others tongue.

As the two girls rested, Taylor shared with Michelle how her roommate Katherine had seduced her one night after a shower in the dorm and how she came to love lesbian sex. Taylor confirmed that she was a true lesbian and actually enjoyed meeting and seducing young straight chicks, introducing them to the joys of lesbian love. Michelle too shared how she had come to be Lisa’s little love slave for the week and she had discovered she really enjoyed the lesbian lifestyle as well and had no interest in returning to her previous relationship with a man. She also shared with Taylor the condition Lisa had made, her special favor that she had to seduce a straight girl and present her to Lisa as a gift. A token of her gratitude for making her the perfect lesbian lover.

“That’s exactly what she made Katherine do… do with me actually,” Taylor admitted. “Kat seduced me and I’ve never been happier. It’s been the greatest thing that ever happened to me,” Taylor added.

The two girls stared in each other’s eyes and kissed a few minutes more until Michelle got up turned off the light and then snuggled close to her new lover.

Michelle had never been happier and like Katherine she knew what she had to do. She would seduce her best friend Denise. The young teacher at school would become her lesbian lover. She was a little scared what might happen if Denise rejected her. Likely their friendship would be over. But she was her best friend…not to mention really cute and sexy too. They had a chemistry, a special bond and Michelle knew she had to try. She hoped Denise would not spurn her and she wondered how she would get it done but she did know what she had to do. She was a lesbian now and soon Denise would be too!

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VERY IMPORTANT! READ THIS FIRST! – When we last left our heroine Carol, she was walking into the bathroom where Kim might have already committed suicide. I only mention it because someone told me the start of this part might confuse some readers. So don’t be confused. (P.S. – notice the chapter title!)

CHAPTER 11: THE WAY WE WERE

I woke up that morning thanks to the sun blasting through the window. That was odd because usually I close the drapes before I go to bed. My eyes opened before my brain could communicate what a horrible idea that truly was. It felt like someone stuck hot pokers into my sockets and they burrowed into the back of my brain. My hand reached out, took a pen from my nightstand and threw it at nature’s invading force. The pen might be mightier than the sword, but unfortunately it can’t do shit against sunlight. When my hand landed back on the bed it touched skin.

Not my skin.

My eyes flew open and my head popped up to see a mess of blonde hair on the pillow next to mine. There was the quickest moment of uncertainty. Oh yeah, the club last night. The girl determined to get the DJ to play KMFDM. Katie. No, Kelly. Kerrie. Kim, that’s it. It surprised me that I’d forgotten, but then I remembered how much I drank. More than I ever had before. I was never a big drinker, and always prevented myself from going overboard by bringing only twenty dollars with me whenever I went to a bar or a club.

But this Kim kept buying us rounds. I had one of those hangovers where part of you is still a little drunk. Yet it didn’t hurt so much looking at that mess of blonde hair, the emotions from last night coming back. That excitement you feel when meeting someone new, the electricity in the air when you realize you’re not the only one feeling the attraction, the anticipation of that first kiss.

That first kiss happened in the parking lot. The club was closing and I told Kim I’d walk her to her car. We exchanged numbers and arrived at that awkward moment when you either both say goodnight and walk off or you take a chance. As usual, the little war in my head between the two sides was fighting a battle. The rational side was telling me to walk away because it was too soon for a kiss, while the naughty side said to go for it for obvious reasons.

“Having a hard time there?” Kim asked.

“Um, what?”

“I can see it on your face,” she said. “You can’t decide what to do right now, can you?”

Oh shit, I thought. Was I that obvious? Have I always been that obvious? Has everyone always been able to see my indecision? Or does this girl have some kind of psychic ability? That would suck, dating a psychic. How could you plan any surprises? Or lie to her when she asks if you were checking out another girl? Hell, she wouldn’t even have to ask, she’d already know. That would really suck. And why the hell was I rambling on in my head like this?

“Uh…” I said. While that may sound like part of some brilliant strategy to stall for time to think, it was really because I was drunk, embarrassed, caught off guard and scared. Not an ideal combination. I managed to save myself somewhat by looking down at the ground and saying, “yeah, I think so.”

Kim burst out in laughter. I stood there feeling self-conscious. When she finished laughing, Kim looked up at me and said, “Tell you what, I’ll decide for you.” And with that she put her hand on my cheek, leaned in and kissed me. It was a light kiss, using just lips at first, but soon our tongues wanted to play and we let them have at it. I put my arms around her and held her tight, pinning her upper arms to her body. Kim managed to put her hands on my waist. She started sucking on my tongue, and I loosened my grip on her upper body. My hands slid down to her ass and squeezed her jean-covered cheeks, making her moan in my mouth. We slowly broke the kiss, and for a moment just stood staring at each other.

“Ahem.”

We were both so preoccupied we didn’t notice we had an audience. A car had pulled up beside us and my roommate was sitting in the passenger seat. “Sorry to interrupt, but I’ve got to work in the morning. We need to get going.”

I was going to say I’d be there in just a minute, but suddenly I heard, “I’ll take her home.” I turned and Kim was smiling. “If that’s okay?”

Before the car took off my roommate smiled and said, “Good luck.”

A little while later I was depending on that good luck. Kim was racing down the road with the top down and the music blasting. At first I was excited because I’d never been in a convertible before. But when Kim started making the engine perform like what it was made for, I suddenly realized how open and vulnerable a convertible made you. My body cowered down in the seat a little and I braced my left hand against the dashboard while my right held tight onto the door. Kim laughed at my reaction. I was positive she was well above the legal limit, both in alcohol and speed. All göztepe escort I kept thinking was seat belts or not, if she crashes we are so dead.

I knew we were at my place when Kim said “You can open your eyes now.” I did and actually breathed a sigh of relief. “So how was your first ride in a convertible?” she asked.

With a cracked voice I said, “I’ll never forget it.”

Kim laughed again. “You are so cute when you’re freaked out.”

We went up to my apartment and sat on the couch. I turned on a local radio station and kept it low even though my roommate’s bedroom was on the other side of the apartment, and then I went to the kitchen to get us something to drink. When I came back Kim had taken off her shoes and was sitting with her back against the arm of the couch, so I took up the same position on the other side. She brought her knees to her chest and her feet were facing me. While we sat there and talked I took in her beautiful face, the cute button nose and those piercing blue eyes. But my attention kept getting drawn down to those beautiful feet. They were perfectly formed, with toes that were thin but still had a good shape to them. At first I thought her toenails didn’t have any polish, but then I noticed they were coated with a clear gloss. I can usually manage to check out a girl’s feet and not get caught, but my eyes couldn’t resist the toe ring on her left index toe. It wasn’t one of those thin toe rings that you have to give a second glance just to see if it’s there, this was a thick one that screamed ‘Look at me!’

While I was never big into body jewelry, foot jewelry always gained a little extra stare from me, and that combined with feet as beautiful as Kim’s had me working hard not to be obvious. But it became hopeless when she pulled up the legs of her jeans to get more comfortable and exposed the gold chain around her right ankle. I kept up the conversation, but a couple of minutes later Kim interrupted me, asking, “What are you looking at?”

“I was just noticing your jewelry there,” I said, hoping to cover.

“Noticing? You were pretty much speaking to them instead of me.”

“Sorry,” I said, “they’re just nicer than other one’s I’ve seen.” It was a lie, but I had to try something.

Kim’s eyes narrowed as she looked at me. “You have a foot thing, don’t you?”

That’s it- she was psychic. The girl could read me like an open book. At that point I was convinced this was going nowhere. She had noticed every weakness and strange behavior I have. Figuring I may as well own up to this one too, I swallowed hard and said “Kinda.”

“What do you like to do to them?” she asked.

That caught me off guard. “I, I’ve never really done too much before.”

Kim looked at me for a second with this grin on her face. Then she lifted her left foot and extended it towards me. “Go ahead,” she said. It felt strange and exciting all at once. Strange because I couldn’t believe this girl who I just met was indulging me with one of my fantasies. Exciting because I never really had the guts to try anything with a girl’s foot before and now I had permission. I cupped the bottom of her foot with my right hand so she didn’t have to hold it up. With my left hand I started stroking up and down, my fingers along the arch and my thumb on the bottom. I used some pressure with the thumb so as not to tickle her.

I was a little hesitant to use my mouth, but when I looked at the toe ring my embarrassment was overcome by desire, so I opened my mouth and leaned down. Capturing her big and index toes, I sucked lightly at first and slid my tongue left to right under them. I heard a soft moan from Kim, so I gradually increased the pressure. Looking at her feet when we were talking I thought I was as turned on as I could be, but this brought it to a whole other level. I could feel myself starting to get wet. The sensations of the toe ring against my mouth added something as well, reminding me that I was only admiring it minutes ago and now I had it in my mouth.

I looked at Kim to see if this was freaking her out, but she had a thrilled look in her eyes and a smile on her face. My mouth let go of her first two toes and I started sucking on the last three. This time I started moving my head up and down a little.

“Mmmmmmm,” was Kim’s vocal response. I let my lips roll over the toes as I pulled away. Holding up her foot a little higher I extended my tongue and licked the bottom, just at the base of the toes first, then in little sections going down towards the heel. The first time I tickled her she laughed and yanked her foot away. I was afraid that she was going to stop it there, but she just said, “You can’t stop making me laugh tonight,” and put her foot back in my hand. As I continued licking I realized what she said was true. I was worried because Kim was seeing all the things I was self-conscious about, but she had been laughing at them. And not a malicious laugh, but a sweet one that made me realize she saw those things as escort bayan endearing.

When I got to the heel of her foot I looked up at Kim. She took her foot back and put it on the couch. I was about to say thanks when she picked up the other one and extended it towards me. “Can’t let this one feel left out, can we?” I liked this girl.

I took her right foot in my hands and decided to do something different. I started by using my tongue to lick each toe individually, front, back and around the sides. Kim occasionally flexed and curled her toes as I did this. I looked up and saw that she was leaning back, her eyes closed and her mouth open, her hands playing with her breasts through her top. I took this to mean she was enjoying my treatment and gave myself a mental pat on the back.

“I have never seen someone get off on feet like you do,” Kim said. That made me think about how turned on I was at the moment, how wet I was. I decided to be bold and do something about it. My right hand went to my skirt and pulled it back a little. Reaching underneath, I felt the wet spot against my panties and got an electric jolt when I pressed against them. I started rubbing the area and gave a little moan as I got off on the dual sensations of licking a girl’s toes and playing with myself.

Suddenly I felt something on my hand. It was Kim’s left foot. I looked up and saw she had opened her eyes and was propped up with her elbows behind the couch arm. “Why don’t you let me do that,” she said. I smiled and moved my hand away, letting her foot take over.

“Mmmm,” escaped my lips as I felt her toes press against my pussy. She used the ball of her foot a little too. I sucked on the side of her instep, going up and down with my mouth. Kim told me to stop for a moment and pulled her foot from between my legs. Using both arms she pulled her top over her head and tossed it on my coffee table. Her exposed breasts gave me another jolt of excitement, but I would have to wait to get at them. We went back to our little three-way pleasure pyramid. Kim was getting pleasure by playing with her breasts, I was getting wetter and wetter with her foot job, and I know we were both getting something from my sucking her foot. I took to licking her ankle, my tongue going over the skin and anklet at the same time. I’m not sure how long we continued on, just that I could feel my orgasm building, ironically enough, from my toes. I started sucking hers when I was about to go over the edge. Kim was using her big toe, curling it up and down against my lips. As I came I moaned with her toes in my mouth. When I was finished, Kim lay back on the couch and motioned me to join her. We held each other in this serene, quiet moment where I could feel my heart pumping in my chest.

“That was so weird and so wild at the same time,” Kim said, echoing my earlier thoughts.

We cuddled for a while as Kim stroked my hair. Looking into those eyes of hers I felt like they were staring right into my soul. I leaned in and lightly kissed her on the lips, keeping my mouth right next to hers afterwards. We stayed in that position for a moment and I realized that all my fear was gone, drowned in this moment of bliss. And I knew it was because of Kim. Something about this girl quieted the war inside my head. I leaned in again and this time kissed her with more feeling, more passion. Our open mouths danced together as my tongue felt the warm softness of hers. We tightened our embrace, our mouths let go and we showered each other with little kisses. I tasted the slightly bitter tang of dried saliva on skin. It was like an aphrodisiac that made me even more abandoned as my tongue went in after hers again. My hand went down to find her bare breast and squeezed it, making her moan in appreciation. I pulled away from Kim and with fire in my voice I said, “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

When we got in there we started kissing again as I guided Kim towards the bed. We fell onto it as our kiss continued, she managed to undo the strings for my top and pulled it off without breaking our bond. Her fingers danced on my globes, driving my already escaped naughty side crazy. I pulled away and told her to stay there as I went into one of my drawers and came out with a scarf. I climbed on top of Kim and told her to trust me as I took her hands and tied them up. I brought her hands over her head and tied the other end to the bed frame.

For a brief second I felt trepidation, but all I had to do was look at Kim and it went away. My mouth started with her neck and made its way down to her breasts. I licked the valley between them, and then gave light kisses all over each of her tits. The last kiss I gave was on her right nipple, which I sucked between my lips as my other hand fondled her left breast. I had only done this a few times before, but I was getting high off of being able to touch and lick someone else’s skin.

It was while I was doing this that I got my first exposure to Kim’s sweet talk during sex. “Oooohhh fuck. tuzla eskort Suck my goddammed tit. Suck it harder. Shit. Fuck.” I sucked harder, and then gave a little nibble with my teeth before moving over to her left breast. I licked all around the areole before zeroing in on her nipple by flicking my tongue back and forth over it. Kim started pulling on the scarf as her mouth spewed more obscenities. I went down to her tummy and licked her shallow belly button while my hands clumsily worked on undoing the button of her jeans. When I finally got it open I slid down the zipper and pulled them off, revealing a pair of yellow panties. I leaned down and buried my nose in them, inhaling her sweet scent. Sticking out my tongue I flicked it against the material that was denying her the pleasure I had to offer. Kim gasped at the action, so I did it again and again, trying to see how long I could torture her before she freaked out. I used my nose between licks to rub around where her clit hood would be. Even though her eyes were closed I could see the frustration in her face, I had tied her hands well so she couldn’t undo the knot herself. Finally she broke. “Fucking stop it!” she screamed.

“Okay,” I said, and sat up from between her legs.

“No! Wait! I meant stop teasing me!”

“I did.” I said it with a smile on my face.

Her eyes flew open and she looked at me with a ‘Don’t give me that shit’ look. “You know what I mean!” For a second I thought I’d really pissed her off, but there was half a smile on her face after she said it. I slid my hands up along her legs until I got under the sides of her panties, grabbed them and slowly slid them down. Kim pulled up her feet to help get them off, but before she put her feet down again I gave a quick lick on the bottom of her right foot. Kim let out a quick laugh from the tickle. “Stop it!” she yelled, then slapped me in the face with her foot.

“Ow!” I rubbed the side of my face. It was a mild hit but it still hurt.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” Kim started to rise and forgot her bonds. “I just-,” She fell back onto the bed and got frustrated. “I didn’t-,” she tried to pull out of the scarf, but got frustrated and gave up. “Dammit! I want to hug you but I can’t get up!”

I chuckled at her predicament. Kim brought up her legs and wrapped them around my waist in a pseudo-hug. “There,” she said, “you feel better?” We both erupted in laughter that lasted for several minutes. When it died down she asked, “Seriously, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. They breed us farm girls tough down in Kentucky.”

“Well if that’s the case, and it’s not too much trouble, I’d like to have my pussy eaten sometime before the sun comes up.”

“Ah’d be happy to oblige, young lady,” I said. My hands took Kim’s legs from around my waist and held them up so I could give small, light kisses down each one. Don’t ask me why I didn’t notice her pussy was shaved until I was right on top of it. I’d seen shaved pussies in the locker room back in high school, but this was the first time I was going to lick one. I started by continuing my light kiss treatment on her mound, which caused a deep sigh from Kim. My tongue came out and ran over her bare mons using long, slow licks, and then my hands spread her open. Before I did anything else I brought my nose right up to Kim’s open flower and inhaled her scent. I did that, I thought to myself, I was the cause of a series of events in her body that resulted in what I was smelling right now. The thought of that simply amazed me. Of course, all that thinking meant I’d stopped acting.

“Hey,” Kim said, “are you torturing me again?”

I smiled. “No, just being a nerd.” Before Kim had a chance to respond to that I pressed my lips right up to her pussy and gave it a kiss. Kim moaned and I started licking. She squirmed and started her ode to my abilities. “Fuck! Uh! Eat me. Eat my fucking cunt. Shit! Fuck yeah! Fuck!” I couldn’t believe the mouth on this girl. I knew truck drivers who didn’t swear this much. Really.

I sucked on her inner lips and savored the taste I had a hand (and tongue) in causing. Then I slowly slid my tongue inside of her. I loved that warm feeling, the contractions of her walls on my flesh, the sensations of softness and moisture. I moved my tongue in and out a few times before removing it completely and replacing it with my index finger. Kim gave a long, slow moan as I carefully moved my finger inside of her. I started lapping and sucking at the hood of her clit as my finger moved steadily in and out.

Kim wasn’t saying anything anymore, just moaning, grunting and sighing. Her eyes were open and staring down at me. I would occasionally look up and make eye contact with her. Those looks we exchanged kept driving me on, giving me more and more sexual energy. I started going wild on Kim, eating her out with fury. In my few past experiences I was slow and methodical when going down on a girl because I was nervous and shy. But that night my inhibitions were gone. I had always wanted to lick a girl’s feet and now I’d done it. I’d always wanted to tie a girl down and I did it without even pausing for thought. Suddenly I was eating out Kim with a passion that was making up for every thought I’d second-guessed, every desire I’d buried, every opportunity I’d passed up.

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Fiona drifted slowly into wakefulness, not immediately sure where she was at first, only conscious of the most exquisite warmth enveloping her entire body. She glanced over and smiled fondly as she saw the gorgeous face of her best friend turned lover Rianne, enchantingly tranquil in slumber. The blonde flushed a bit when she noticed their nudity, but it quickly turned to arousal when the events of the previous night began running through her head: the kissing, the touching, the soft skin and heaving breaths, their whispered declarations of love, deep and intimate, and most of all Rianne’s insistent fingers bringing her to a mind-shattering climax.

Fiona had given Rianne her flower that night, given it freely and happily, with not so much as a flicker of regret. But she’d given her more than that, given her everything that was hers to give. Her heart, her soul, her very being. The blonde beauty knew that she should feel at least a little nervous about getting so close so quickly, that she might well be crazy not to, but she wasn’t. She couldn’t explain it, not even to herself, but she somehow knew that right here, in the arms of this grey-eyed angel, limbs intertwined, sharing one another’s breath, was exactly where she belonged. They were connected, on a level neither of them could begin to comprehend, and Fiona was only beginning to realize that it had been that way for a while now.

Which was probably the reason this felt so right, so familiar. This wasn’t new, or even unexpected, just a natural evolution of the special relationship the two of them shared, had always shared.

Fiona now thought that connection had only deepened since they’d made love, and she felt a thundering in her chest that was only partly sexual as she gazed fixedly at her lover’s sleeping visage. The youthful innocence of Rianne’s pale features betrayed none of the intensely sexual creature that had so possessed and dominated Fiona the night before. The blonde still felt a tremble in the muscles of her legs when she remembered the brunette pouncing on her, holding her down and taking her, biting her neck and claiming her. She’d never thought of herself as submissive, but Rianne dominating her had all but driven her insane with lust, and the faint throbbing of the hickey on her neck made her smile softly as she considered that the idea of being Rianne’s property appealed to her more than was probably healthy.

Fiona didn’t want to wake her lovely girlfriend, but she couldn’t resist running a gentle hand over the brunette’s face, tucking a stray lock of black hair behind her ear, and caressing her smooth, porcelain cheek with infinite care.

“God, I love you so much,” Fiona breathed, mostly to herself, her shining violet eyes fixed on her lover’s face, committing every millimeter of it to memory. If she forgot everything else in her old age, she would surely remember this face, and this day. Nothing would ever feel this amazing again, and nothing would ever be as important as this, this love growing between the two of them. It was so powerful, so all-consuming that Fiona knew, just knew, that heaven was real and she was one of the blessed few who managed to find herself within its hallowed halls.

“I love you too, baby,” Rianne muttered sleepily, causing Fiona to jump slightly.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Fiona answered guiltily, still smiling as her girlfriend’s eyes opened and found her own.

“It’s okay,” Rianne reassured, clasping Fiona’s hand between her own and laying a gentle kiss on her fingers. “I’ve got a sexy naked girl in my bed, so I’d rather be awake anyway.”

“Plus I’m here, too,” Fiona answered, causing Rianne to slap her arm playfully and both girls to break into a fit of giggling laughter.

“You’re such a smartass,” Rianne retorted, squeezing the blonde close and sighing in satisfaction at the feel of their naked bodies pressed together.

“You know you love it,” Fiona teased. She rubbed her nose affectionately against Rianne’s as she rested a hand on her girlfriend’s hip, and brushed her lips over the brunette’s in invitation.

Rianne didn’t hesitate. She surged forward and captured the blonde’s mouth with her own, and slipped her hot tongue inside when Fiona parted her lips for her.

Fiona moaned in appreciation as Rianne’s heat swept over her, and their kiss grew deeper and more passionate. She rolled over onto her back, pulling her dark-haired girlfriend on top of her, and languidly draped her arms around Rianne’s neck. Then it was Rianne’s turn to gasp as Fiona’s smooth, slender thighs wrapped around her waist, pressing the blonde’s scorching, wet center into her flat stomach.

Rianne was unbelievably aroused now at the feeling of being so completely surrounded by the perfect blonde beneath her, and kissed her girlfriend deeper, grinding hard into Fiona’s warm, welcoming flesh and eliciting a loving purr and another gush of moisture against her already soaked belly.

Then Rianne’s arousal was kicked into high gear as the smell of Fiona’s dripping sex reached her nostrils, istanbul eve gelen escort and she started thrusting against her blonde lover, moaning huskily as she felt the girl’s arms and legs tighten their grip and her hips thrusting to match the rhythm of the brunette’s movements.

“Do you like this, baby?” Rianne whispered, as she licked the shell of Fiona’s ear. She smirked when she heard a whimper from the girl beneath her. “You like being mine, don’t you? You love it when I just hold you down and take you.”

She bit Fiona’s neck, just short of drawing blood, and smiled widely at the way the slim blonde shook beneath her and offered her neck submissively.

“Dirty girl, you want me to mark you, don’t you? You want everyone to know that you belong to me.” Rianne laughed softly, then bit the blonde’s neck again, a little softer this time. “Maybe later I’ll tattoo my name on you somewhere.”

“You know-I’m all yours,” Fiona managed to gasp, her hips snapping repeatedly up into the sultry brunette. “Oh, don’t stop, Ree, please, don’t ever stop!”

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Rianne encouraged her, shocked to find herself approaching orgasm as well. The sensation of having the blonde at her mercy, combined with not having climaxed the night before, was pushing Rianne right to the brink of release. “Be my good girl and let go.”

Then, perhaps prompted by her lover’s voice, Fiona buried her face in Rianne’s neck and cried out as her throbbing cleft squirted its viscous juices all over Rianne’s belly. Her hips jerked uncontrollably, her body trembled, and her thighs clamped around the brunette’s waist with crushing force.

Somehow, Fiona’s massive orgasm triggered that of her partner as well, and Rianne was forced to bury her face in the pillow to keep from screaming her rapture out into the still morning air. She could feel her own juices leaking profusely down her thighs and dripping onto her bedspread, but at the moment she couldn’t care if she tried.

The two girls found themselves totally drained after their orgasms subsided, and Fiona’s thighs had loosened from around her girlfriend’s waist. But she’d stopped Rianne from rolling off of her, so the brunette simply lay on top of her, their legs tangled together, her sweaty, sable tresses tickling Fiona’s face delightfully.

“We’ll have to get up sooner or later, you know,” Rianne whispered, when she could breathe properly again. Fiona sighed ruefully, but wound her arms around the brunette’s waist and held her close.

“I know, but I’m not ready to let you go yet,” she responded shyly. “This-you, it’s all so perfect, and I’m afraid everything will go back to the way it was before if we leave this bed.”

“I want you to listen to me, okay?” Rianne told her, gripping the blonde’s chin with a firm hand to ensure she kept her gaze. “I don’t want to lose this either. I just got you, all of you, and there is no way I’m letting you go, do you hear me? You’re mine, all mine, and that’s never going to change. Okay?”

“You promise?”

Rianne found a genuine smile gracing her lips at the cuteness of the question; the blonde almost sounded like a little girl.

“I promise. Forever and ever.”

It was an ordeal, getting out of bed without jumping each other again, but the girls managed it, through sheer force of will. Luckily, they’d woken up early, and weren’t in any danger of being late for school yet.

Fiona had a bit of a scare when she’d pulled her phone from the pocket of her jeans and found out it was dead, but quickly called her dad from Rianne’s phone to tell him where she was and assure him she was all right.

Then there was the problem of her clothes. She could wear her jeans and top from last night, since she’d only worn them from her house to Rianne’s, but her panties were still damp from her juices, and there was no way she was wearing them again until they’d been washed.

“Here, wear these,” Rianne suggested, holding up a pair of sheer black bikini panties from her own drawer, a mischievous smile dancing over her full lips. “Come on, admit it. It’s a sexy idea, right? You wearing my panties?”

“Maybe too sexy,” Fiona murmured, already imagining the lusty haze that would consume her the entire day, until she could get home to change. But her hand was already reaching out to take the satin panties, the feel of them somehow so much more erotic than her own. She couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to wear them.

“Now go shower,” Rianne ordered her, playfully smacking her on the ass. “You smell like pussy.”

Fiona ran a finger through the thick glaze of fluid still coating Rianne’s stomach and held it up, eyebrow raised sarcastically. “You were saying?”

But the brunette surprised her yet again. She gripped Fiona’s wrist tightly, and guided the wet finger toward her mouth. She closed her lips around it sensually, and ran her tongue around and around Fiona’s suddenly over-sensitive fingertip, her eyes locked onto the blonde’s the entire istanbul escort time. There was a popping sound as she finally relinquished the thoroughly-cleaned digit and smirked at the look of frank desire in Fiona’s eyes.

“Now hurry, or we’re gonna be late.”

The hot shower felt amazing on her sore muscles, but sadly did nothing to quell the arousal burning though Fiona’s body. It was unbelievable; a week ago she’d almost never thought about sex, now after one night with the outrageously hot Rianne she could think about little else. The unassuming brunette had invaded her heart and mind in a way that Fiona had only ever read about in those cheesy romance novels that she would never admit she enjoyed, and was well on her way to owning the blonde’s body as well.

Fiona was a bit embarrassed how much she enjoyed the idea of belonging to her lovely girlfriend, but she knew Rianne. She knew her heart was in good hands, and she knew Rianne wouldn’t misuse the inexplicable power she held over her. And it had already proven to be a lot of fun, as evidenced by the incredible, transcendent climaxes her dominant lover had given her. So perhaps she should just let go, and follow wherever Rianne happened to lead.

Fiona rushed through her shower as quickly as possible, knowing they still had to go to school, and that Rianne was waiting to use the shower. And as it always did, the thought of the grey-eyed siren brought a tender, almost silly smile to her lips.

But here, standing under the sobering spray of water, she could see how mad her sudden transformation would seem to anyone else. Just the previous day Fiona had been wracked with anxiety at the idea of being romantically involved with someone of the same sex, to the point of almost physically attacking a boy for accusing her of it, his needlessly unpleasant demeanor notwithstanding. But now she was happily indulging herself in the charms of the fairer sex, and it already felt so right. Fiona wasn’t sure she could explain it or even understand it, but she felt more at peace now, like some massively important piece of her life she hadn’t known was missing had slotted into place.

The blonde jumped in fright and almost fell as a loud knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts. “Fi, are you almost done in there? Hurry up, we’re gonna be late!”

“Okay, sorry, I’m just finishing up!” Fiona called back, as she quickly rinsed Rianne’s expensive salon conditioner out of her dripping hair. She smiled again (she’d done a lot of that in the last sixteen hours, it seemed, more than ever before) at the thought of using her girlfriend’s bath products, and smelling like her all day. Yet another sign of Rianne’s ownership of her.

Rianne knocked again, once Fiona was out and drying her hair with one towel, with another one wrapped around her nude form. “I’m almost done, Ree, just drying my hair!”

“Come on, Fi, let me in!”

Fiona unlocked the door and stepped back as Rianne swept in, still naked and carrying fresh clothes. She silently set her clothes aside and approached her lover like a wolf stalking a sheep, and the blonde felt an exquisite shiver dance up and down her spine as those smoky grey eyes swept over her body, the approval and desire evident in her eyes. She stepped back involuntarily as the brunette stepped forward, and whimpered like a prey animal as her back hit the sink and Rianne’s hands found her hips.

“Mmmm, look at you,” Rianne purred, as she pressed harder against the trembling blonde. “You’re so pretty, and you smell so nice.” She leaned forward and ran her tongue up and down the smooth expanse of her girlfriend’s neck, eliciting from the blonde that shaky moan that she was coming to absolutely adore. “If we didn’t have to go to school today, I’d take you right here. And you wouldn’t stop me, would you?”

Fiona shook her head at once, wondering how Rianne could hold such power over her. One glance from those smoldering grey eyes and she was so much putty in the girl’s hands. She knew that could possibly get her into trouble later, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was totally consumed by this girl, drowning in her, and she had never been happier.

“Wait right here,” Rianne whispered, her lips ghosting over Fiona’s earlobe. “But get dressed. I wanna do your hair and makeup.” Fiona nodded wordlessly, not quite trusting herself to speak yet, as the brunette stepped into the shower and drew the curtain.

Fiona looked at the black satin panties Rianne had given her, but didn’t dare put them on yet. As aroused as she was, they would be soaked almost immediately. But even as her hand travelled down between her legs to relieve some of her tension, Rianne whipped the shower curtain aside, as if she knew.

“No,” she said firmly, with a stern nod at the blonde’s questing hand. “Don’t touch that. While I’m here, that’s mine. Do you understand?”

Fiona blushed. “Sorry, Ree, I just didn’t want to ruin your panties.”

Rianne laughed. “I want you to be wet, sweet one. tuzla escort I want you to feel that, all day long, and for you to always remember who did that to you. I want you to be constantly reminded, all day, that you’re mine. Okay?”

“Like I could ever forget,” Fiona mumbled, but nevertheless pulled her girlfriend’s panties up over her drenched sex. The naughty feeling of wearing another girl’s underwear, combined with her already delirious state of arousal, nearly made Fiona’s knees give out, and she was forced to grab the edge of the sink to keep from falling. The feeling multiplied by a factor of ten once she slid her tight jeans up over her legs, and by the time she’d put on her bra and top her nipples were so hard that the slight pressure of her clothing was very nearly bringing her to orgasm.

But she knew they didn’t have time for another round, so Fiona simply sat down on the closed toilet lid and forced herself to perform some meditation exercises. She focused her thoughts inward, accompanied by the slight hissing of the shower running and Rianne softly singing to herself, her voice surprisingly soulful and melodic.

Thankfully, Fiona felt the arousal subside after a few minutes, at least enough so that the lust wasn’t driving her to the brink of insanity. She knew it wouldn’t go away completely, not with her stunning lover totally nude, less than six feet away, but she also knew that if she intended to still be friends with Rianne, she would need to learn to control her arousal around her. As much fun as it was, their relationship couldn’t be all about sex, or it was doomed from the start.

But hopefully there will still be plenty of sex, she found herself thinking as Rianne stepped out of the shower, water dripping off her glorious, nubile figure. She caught Fiona’s gaze and smiled, her eyes sparkling enchantingly, and Fiona grinned at the love she saw in those eyes.

“Here, let me get that for you,” the blonde said huskily, and grabbed a clean towel from the rack. She stepped forward, the brunette watching her intently all the while, and began drying her off, patting the fluffy towel all over her girlfriend’s body with unmistakable sensuality, unable to resist placing the occasional kiss on the girl’s heated flesh.

By the time she knelt before Rianne to dry her legs, the evidence of the brunette’s arousal was impossible to miss. The scent was divine, and Fiona took a moment to revel in the fact that Rianne was just as turned on by her as she was by Rianne. The temptation to lean forward and taste her sweet ambrosia was almost irresistable, but Fiona knew that if she did that, they would most certainly be late for school.

She was thorough but quick, and by the time the blonde took another towel and went to work on her hair, Rianne’s entire body was humming, feverish with desire. But even as rushed as they were, Fiona couldn’t resist just a little tease. She embraced the heated brunette from behind, and her hand wandered underneath the towel that was now wrapped around her girlfriend’s body, running a single finger over her soaked cleft. The blonde then brought that finger to her mouth and sucked on it, savoring the taste of the brunette’s nectar.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s wet,” she whispered lowly, her soft lips tickling Rianne’s ear, as she barely suppressed a mad giggle.

“You’re gonna pay for that, Blondie,” Rianne said hoarsely, turning to face the snickering blonde. “But later. Now we need to get ready.”

She then manuevered Fiona in front of the mirror and began brushing out her still-damp hair, with a quiet tenderness and intimacy that was stimulating, but oddly comforting as well. Fiona could feel some part of her reaching out in yearning for the brilliant girl who was now running gentle fingers through her cornsilk hair, and the fond kiss that Rianne placed on her temple when she was done sent a frisson of warmth cascading through her body, making her heart beat just that little bit faster. Then she glanced at their reflection in the mirror, her eyes connected with Rianne’s, and she could almost sense the other girl’s heart reaching out for her as well.

Even through all the kissing, all the touching, the fantastic sex and the long, deep conversations, Fiona would later remember this exact moment-their intense gazes meeting in that mirror, Rianne’s fingers absently stroking her hair-as the moment she knew she’d found her other half. All the storybook romances, the talk of soulmates, which she’d always loved despite secretly not believing it was real, none of that seemed so ridiculous now. It was as if there were some great, invisible force in the universe, one that only made its presence known to a select few, and now that she’d seen it and experienced it she couldn’t live in ignorance any longer.

She thought back to Plato again, and she figured that this was what his allegorical prisoners must have felt like, as they broke their chains and stepped out of the cave for the first time. Now she saw the light of the sun, she saw the real world, and she marveled at how she could’ve been so blind. All the misery, that pervasive feeling of misanthropy, those had only been the shadows on the wall of the cave. But now she could live under the sun and the sky, and would happily spend the rest of her life showing her love and gratitude to the girl who had brought her out.

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Heather felt hot and heavy. Vanessa was spooning her from behind, not an inch of space between their bodies. Her hand was not still. It was moving, tracing lazy patterns on her tummy. She was doing this over her night shirt and it still made Heather’s breath catch. Her fingers moved lower to where her t-shirt had ridden up and made contact with bare skin. Heather hissed and instinctively clenched her pussy, her hips rocking back against Vanessa. It would have been imperceptible if Vanessa front wasn’t glued to her back.

“Oh,” Vanessa breathed into Heather’s ear as she rocked her pelvis against Heather in return. It was all Heather could do to not grind back in response.

Her fingers continued their nimble dance on her bare skin, making Heather squirm. They made their way up again, back over the t shirt and Heather was disappointed and relieved at the same time. The relief lasted only a second before she realized where the fingers were heading. Vanessa’s fingers trailed lazily under her right breast, tracing where it rested against her ribs, perilously close to her nipple. It was such a tease.

Heather was on the verge of groaning out in frustration when Vanessa’s hand cupped her right breast. The hand gently squeezed. Her fingers spanned out to cover more of the luscious breast and squeezed again. God it was so gentle.

A thumb grazed her engorged nipple, making her grunt. The next second her nipple was entrapped between the pads of an index finger and thumb which squeezed and rolled. A moan escaped Heather’s throat and her hips rocked back against Vanessa’s mound, conveying her need.

Vanessa growled, meeting it with her own thrust. This time there was no stopping. They thrust against each other as Vanessa’s fingers plucked and pinched with barely enough pressure. It was torture and it was driving Heather wild. She bucked uncontrollably as guttural sounds escaped her.

“Oh God, Heather,” Vanessa whispered before taking Heather’s earlobe into her mouth, her tongue flicking the sensitive part behind the ear. Heather couldn’t take it. It was too much and too little at the same time.

“More, I need more,” she said aloud.

Her eyes opened and reality hit her in a second. Her fingers were on her nipple and god was she worked up. Parts of her t-shirt were damp from the sweat and she could feel the wetness in her pussy. She tried to hold on to the dream that was slipping away. It was Vanessa. She’s had a wet dream about Vanessa. Correction, it had been a very wet dream. She groaned into her pillow.

“Fuck.” She held her hands over her ears, trying to block out the dream. “Fuck,” she said again, this time with more vehemence. There was no denying she was turned on. And there was definitely no going back to sleep. She wasn’t going to give her body what it needed. No way was she going to masturbate with Vanessa in her head. She lifted her face off the pillow to check the time. 5:27. “Might as well get out of bed,” she thought.

—

The week had gone by smoothly. The contract with Tim had been signed and everything else was moving along well. She’d had lunch in Vanessa’s cabin twice. Both times her boss had pinged her and asked her to come over with her lunch if she wasn’t doing anything.

Their interaction was just the same as it had been during the weekend, except for the giant table between them. Heather had invited Vanessa over for dinner on Saturday during one of their conversations.

“I have Jules this weekend,” Vanessa said.

“Oh yea, that slipped my mind.” Heather said, shaking her head. “Some other time,” she added, trying to conceal her disappointment.

“We are planning to spend Saturday evening building a fort in the backyard though. You’re welcome to join us.”

“Really? A fort?”

“Oh yes, she’s bang in the middle of her obsession with forts. I had to talk her out of digging a moat around it,” Vanessa said, rolling her eyes. “She’s been reading about ancient forts and we’re planning holidays to Scotland, Serbia, India, you name it!”

“Oh wow. Isn’t she just four?”

“She’ll turn five next month. But yea, she’s a curious child. And she won’t rest till we build a fort. Thank God we won’t be digging a moat!”

Heather laughed. “That’s quite incredible, but I wouldn’t want to, you know..”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. It would be great to have you help us! Plus I’d have some company and you get to meet Jules. I bet she’ll love you.” Seeing the hesitation on Heather’s face she added, “That’s only if you want to! I understand that spending a Saturday building a fort with a four year old isn’t for everyone.”

“I’d love to come. Not sure how helpful I’ll be though.”

“Nah, I’m sure we’ll find something for you to do. You could be the sentinel!”

This had happened kurtköy escort on Wednesday and Heather hadn’t met or heard from Vanessa since. This was the first time since last Friday that they’d had no contact. She popped by Vanessa’s office a few times but Vanessa wasn’t in. By Friday evening, Heather was fretting. Should she message to confirm the plan for Saturday? Should she wait till Saturday? Or should she just show up?

It had been a long week and it didn’t take long before she’d fallen asleep, wondering if she should call Vanessa.

—

It was Saturday morning and Heather was up at 5:27, before day break. She was staring into space, a mug of coffee in her hands. The words, “More, I want more” were ringing in her ears. She squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to block out the dream she’d had. It had been so vivid. She had been so turned on when she’d woken up. What she’d passed off as friendship, respect, chemistry was that and more. She was attracted to Vanessa.

“How the hell did that happen?” she thought grumpily. “Fuck that. What the fuck do I do now?” She couldn’t meet Vanessa, not after the dream she’d had. She wouldn’t be able to look her in the eye without turning red. “I’ll have to cancel.” She decided to wait for a more human hour to call her boss. She couldn’t just leave a message. That would be rude.

Heather spent longer than usual in the gym working herself to her limits. When she left, her mind was clearer. She called Vanessa who answered on the third ring.

“Hey Heather!”

“Hi.” Heather attempted to sound normal.

“What’s wrong?”

Heather was stumped. She’d said one word.

“Oh. I’m just a bit under the weather.”

“What do you mean?” The concern in her voice made Heather feel guilty.

“Like I’m coming down with something. I’m sorry, I’ll have to miss fort building with you and Jules. I shouldn’t expose her to whatever I have.” Heather lied.

“Yes, you should rest. Lots of fluids and Vitamin C if you have a stuffy nose or a sore throat.”

Heather couldn’t help but smile. This was Vanessa’s mommy mode. “Yes, thanks Vanessa.”

“Take care Heather, I’ll see you soon.”

She hoped Vanessa hadn’t thought she was blowing them off. Well, on the other hand, it may not be such a bad thing if she did. It would be easier if she didn’t suggest doing something the next weekend or anytime soon.

Heather spent all morning in bed, watching a brain dead TV show. She needed to keep her mind occupied but nothing that needed to much of her attention. She tried not to think about Vanessa and was largely successful. By early afternoon she was satisfactorily engrossed in the comedy drama when her doorbell rang. She frowned and paused the show. Who could it be on a Saturday afternoon? She was dressed in only a long t shirt and she hoped it was just a door to door sales guy.

She opened the door, ready to politely say no thank you to whoever was outside. It was a moment of panic when she saw Vanessa standing at her door.

“Oh!” was all Heather managed.

“Hi.” Vanessa said, a little taken aback by the look on Heather’s face. She hesitated before continuing, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come by unannounced. Just dropping off some chicken soup. Thought it might help.” She extended a big container towards Heather who just stood there.

“Heather?”

“Shit,” Heather said collecting herself. “Please come in.” She took the container from Vanessa. “Sorry, I was just surprised to see you.” The container was warm. Freshly made chicken soup. She felt terrible. She looked obviously distressed and it didn’t take Vanessa more than a moment to realize something wasn’t right. Heather led them to the couch and put the container on the coffee table before sitting down next to Vanessa.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to.” She said softly, not meeting Vanessa’s eyes. She was this close to tears so she took a deep, calming breath to settle herself before looking up at Vanessa.

“Jules had karate so I thought I’d drop by to check on you. I should have called. I’m sorry.”

“Please, Vanessa, don’t apologize. I really appreciate it, I do.” Heather said genuinely. She’d managed to collect herself and managed to hold up her end of the conversation white convincingly.

“Karate? Your kid is amazing.”

“She loves karate. Hasn’t missed a single class all year. She has her orange belt test next week.”

“Wow. I have no idea what I was doing when I was four. Being a pain in the ass I’m sure.”

They chatted away and Heather felt almost normal for the first time all day. There was a lull in their conversation and Heather realized how much better she felt. I don’t want to lose her as a friend. If I am attracted to her, can’t I keep it in check? I hope to God I can. I want her in my life, even if it’s just as a friend. Anything beyond that was not in Heather’s view of possible scenarios or even fantasy scenarios at the moment. In that instant she decided that they would be friends.

“I’m etiler eskort glad you came over, Vanessa.”

Vanessa smiled a warm, affectionate smile and said, “Heather, are you ok? And I don’t mean health wise. I can see that you’re fine.”

Heather knew she didn’t have to persist with her lie. Vanessa knew and it was ok. “Yes, I’m alright. Just a few things I need to work through. I’m sorry I lied about not being well.”

“That’s alright honey,” Vanessa said, taking Heather’s hand in hers. “You don’t have to tell me everything. But, if you ever need to talk, please know that you can call me anytime.”

Heather was deeply touched and tears were threatening again. She met Vanessa’s gaze with watery eyes. “Thank you. I promise, I will.”

Vanessa pulled her into a hug and Heather couldn’t help the tears. “It’s ok. Let it go.” Heather held on tight, drawing comfort from the closeness she had been dreading all morning.

“I’m going to get snot on your clothes,” she said in the muffled voice, attempting to pull out of the hug.

“Don’t you move, missy. I haven’t had my fill yet.” Vanessa said jokingly, making Heather giggle. They held on for a few more seconds and Heather felt like a huge load had lifted off her.

“It’s amazing what wonders a little cry can do.” Heather said, reaching for the tissue box. “That and a good friend who isn’t bothered by a little snot,” she added, exaggeratedly wiping Vanessa’s shoulder with her tissue and making her laugh her trademark throaty laugh.

They were quiet for a few minutes, each lost in her own thoughts. When Heather looked up at Vanessa, she noticed her looking at something on Heather’s legs. Heather followed her gaze and realized her t-shirt had ridden up quite a bit, exposing her thighs.

Vanessa didn’t seem to notice as she studied her thighs for a few more seconds. She then extended her hand and rested it on Heather’s left thigh. She didn’t look up at Heather when she said “Flex your quads.”

“What?” Heather asked quizzically.

Vanessa looked up at Heather and repeated herself. “Flex your quads. I want to see how much definition you have.”

“Oh. It’s not much,” Heather said, extending her left leg out in from if her and flexing her quadriceps. She saw the slight bulge on the outer side of her thigh and felt Vanessa test the hardness with her fingers.

“How long have you been working out?”

“Less than a year. And I haven’t been all that regular. Plus I dread legs day.”

Vanessa laughed. “I used to dread legs day as well. Do you have a trainer or do you work out yourself?”

“I have a trainer. He helps me out thrice a week. Actually, I should say he tries to kill me thrice a week.”

“That’s good.” If you ever want to change things up you can come work out with me. I can show you some interesting endurance building work outs. They really helped me.”

“I’d love that! It’s so much fun working out with another person. No better motivation.”

They agreed to meet in the gym near Vanessa’s place on Sunday since the gym Heather went to was closed.

“Jules will be done soon. I should go,” Vanessa said, checking the time.

Heather nodded. “Vanessa, thank you for coming by. I mean it. And thank you for making me feel better.”

Vanessa smiled before cheekily adding, “Better warm your soup before you have it.”

“I will,” Heather said sheepishly.

“See you tomorrow,” Vanessa said, drawing her into a hug.

Heather sighed at how comforting it was.

“In fact, if you’re up to it, come over later. We’ll build the fort and we can go to the gym from my place tomorrow morning.”

Seeing the look on Heather’s face, she quickly added, “Only if you’re up to it, Heather. Ok?”

Heather missed her warmth as soon as she closed the door. In less than a week she’d gone from being a colleague to an important part of her life. What was it about her?

She went back to watching her brain dead TV show but it didn’t work this time. She couldn’t focus on it. Realizing she was hungry, she heated the chicken soup Vanessa had brought. It was soul food. Every spoonful was like a Vanessa special bear hug. She polished it off and texted Vanessa.

“That soup was exactly what I needed. Every spoonful was like a Vanessa special bear hug. Thank you :)”

Vanessa replied right away.

“Vanessa special bear hug! Hahaha. That is adorable. I’m glad you like it.”

“It really was. I finished the whole thing!”

“There’s more here.”

Heather thought for a second before replying.

“Way to bribe a girl. Tell me, does Jules have any allergies? Gluten, nuts?

“No, no allergies. What you bringing? ;)”

“I’m going to bake my mum’s brownies for you guys. They’ll bring you to your knees.”

“Is that so? Can’t wait!”

A couple of hours later Heather was on her way to Vanessa’s, a batch of freshly baked brownies on her back seat. She’d packed her gym stuff and night clothes. As she pulled into Vanessa’s istanbul otele gelen escort driveway she hoped she wasn’t making a mistake. She reminded herself as she walked to the door, “She’s a friend. Don’t mess things up.”

Jules answered the door and she could here Vanessa’s voice from inside the house. “Let her in Jules.”

“Mum said to let you in. She’s taking a bath.”

“Thanks Jules! How are you?”

“I’m tired. I remember meeting you before. At the office.”

“Yes! That was a while back. You were little then.”

“I have good memory.”

She said it so matter of factly, it made Heather laugh. “I’m sure you do! So when are we building the fort?”

“We’re not building a fort today. I’m too tired from karate. We need to be at our strategic best when we build it. I drew out some plans.” Jules handed over a bunch of papers to Heather.

When Vanessa entered, they were pouring over it and Jules was explaining where they would build it and how it would look.

“What do you think? Quite a blueprint eh?”

Heather looked up and saw Vanessa coming down the stairs. She was wearing a comfortable tee and shorts and was drying her hair with her towel.

“Hey you. You look all fresh!”

“I needed that shower. I see you both are getting along.”

“Oh yes. These blueprints are amazing.”

“We’re putting off building the fort to another day though. She’s knackered today. Tough day at karate.” She turned to Jules, “How you feeling hun? Ready for a snack? You barely touched your lunch.”

“Can I have cereal? The chocolate one?”

“Sure thing. I’ll get you some.” Vanessa swooped down and planted a kiss on her daughter’s forehead.

“Mum?”

“Yes, hun?”

Jules whispered something in Vanessa’s ear, making sure Heather couldn’t hear. Vanessa smiled. “It’s not right to whisper when there are other people in the room Jules. And Heather is a friend, not a guest. So it’s alright that I’m in my night clothes. Mummy’s having a slumber party tonight.”

“Can I join your slumber party?”

“Only till bedtime, ok? Now eat up!”

Vanessa watched her for a minute before she said softly, “Thank god she’s eating. She’s still weak from the congestion last week. Karate took a toll on her.”

“I like mommy you.”

“Ah yes, mommy me is different.”

They spent the rest of the evening chit chatting and Heather spent some time with Jules as well. They went up to her room and looked at her books and went through a couple. Jules told Vanessa about all the interesting forts in the book and of battles they’d witnessed.

“If I had an army of workmen, I’d build the best fort.”

“What would be the best thing about your fort?”

“It would be invisible until you were within a few hundred feet of it. And it would be impregnable. No one could enter it unless they knew how to. Also, it would have enough water reserve to sustain my army for years.”

“Wow. Why would you need so much water?”

“The location and build of the fort is important. But if the people within do not have reserves, all the enemy has to do is surround them and wait till they run out of supplies. Soon, the weakened army will have to fight the waiting enemy to get out for replenishments. The strength of the forts is not just in its walls, but also in what’s within.”

Heather was stumped. “That’s amazing Jules. I’d love to be a part of your army and help you build a fort.”

“Really? Thank you!” Saying this she wrapped her arms around Heather. “Now I have three people in my army.”

Heather hugged Jules back and asked, “Who are the other two?”

“Mum and Dad. But, getting them to be free at the same time is almost impossible.”

Vanessa walked in just as Jules said this. “What’s almost impossible my love?”

“Getting you and dad to build my fort with me.”

“I know sweety. We’ll try our best to make that happen. I promise.”

“And I recruited Heather. She’s a part of my army too,” Jules added reaching out for Heather’s hand.

“Oh is it? Congratulation Heather!”

Heather took Jules’ hand and said, “It’s an honour. I can’t wait to help with the fort.”

They headed down for dinner. As Vanessa had promised there was more chicken soup and some stir fried veggies and bread with it. Jules was fussy with dinner. She was obviously tired and this was the first time Heather saw her act her age. Vanessa had to coax her to finish half a bowl of soup and even fed her a few bites before she refused to comply any more.

“I can’t eat mum,” she whined. “I’m full. Really full.”

“Oh, all right then. Go on, you’re free.”

Jules didn’t have to be told twice. She ran off to the couch.”

“Maybe you could interest her in some brownie,” Heather said.

“Oh I haven’t even seen them yet! Where did you put them?”

They finished dinner and Vanessa warmed a few pieces in the microwave while Heather cleaned up. Before they could take them to the living room, Jules shouted out, “I smell chocolate. Is it cake?”

“Heather brought us some brownies honey. I’m bringing you some now.”

She happily accepted the plate and dove right in. With her mouthful she looked up at Heather and smiled.

“I guess that means you like it?” Heather asked.

Jules nodded vigorously. Too busy eating to say anything.

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While outside, dogs fucked cats, birds worried about accidental fatherhood, and bunnies once again lamented having only their soft little selves for comfort, something darker was brewing up in one of the more isolated barns.

The goats, all of whom were female, each one of them their own brand of crazy or depraved were sat in a circle, each one at the point of a pentagram they’d carved into the wood with their hooves over days of fervent masturbation.

What, you thought that at least a ritual in this world wouldn’t be depraved?

Now, onto Lilith, who watched her wicked sisters with much the same bewilderment she always had. As the youngest, she was used to not being kept in the loop but…

“Seriously!? You want us to just masturbate until *SOMETHING* happens?” I was beyond bewildered. I was fucking incensed! We’d spent the last week doing nothing but carving stars into every inch of wood in this decrepit fucking barn, reading books so old that the leather was starting to grow its legs back, and masturbating nightly with the most ornate dildos I’d ever known!

My sisters nodded and answered, and in Viola’s case swore that of course that was what we were going to do. I just stared, open mouthed, my brush left hanging in my long, beautiful, smooth waves of black hair.

“Sweet sister, with time you’ll understand, but for now, you’re just going to have to accept that you’re young, and dumb, and you’ll always know less than us.” Victoria’s richly condescending voice answered, her hand already slowly stroking up and down between her thighs as if the act meant nothing. She was a bitch, but easily the prettiest of us… Bitch.

Viola scowled beside her, a reversed image of Victoria in every way but looks, while Victoria was pretty in the way you see the Zebra’s looking in the magazines, all ass length hair, thick thighs and soft features, even bearing the red eyes of the family summoner, Viola’s hair was short and choppy, her tits small and perky, eyes a bright, electric yellow, only a little brighter than the twins had, her tail a doe-like tuft to Victoria’s twin long whips, both ending in a ball of fur.

Viola’s attitude matched her looks though, and no matter what you said, she could find a way to argue with it. The pair could bitch back and forth for hours if you let them, Victoria’s eloquent retorts sparring with Viola’s bitchy retorts.

“So what? Not even any toys!? How *fun* could these demons even be if they wont let me enjoy myself just to fuckin’ get them here!”

Her scowl deepened, and at the mention of demons, the other two sisters perked up, Visha, who more than made up for Viola’s smaller stature with head-crusher thighs and face smothering tits, and Vaya, who’d managed to get both nipples, the full length of her ears, her belly button, clit hood and even the base of her throat adorned with golden piercings. Those two were much less vocal… Twins, also an extremely important point of any ritual group, with their matching inverted cross birthmarks on their foreheads and matching tattoos, both of whom figured the less time spent complaining brought them closer to their goal of getting a nice big demon daddy to fuck their brains out and make life more interesting.

Of course, then there was little old me. Well. Young actually, the baby of the farm, small in the chest area, though happily thick in the thighs, my hair fell a little past my shoulders and was my pride and joy. One time Sebastian had offered to get someone in to cut it down like most of my other sisters had theirs, but I made it very, *very* *VERY* fucking clear that a hair missing from my head would end up with him being separated very messily from his favourite puppy toy.

I like to think the fact he’s left us pretty much to ourselves since means he got the message.

After all, it’s always been a fact that we goats prefer… Other kinds of company, and it shows. While others wear coats of fur and fuck everything that moves, aside from our hair, and some fur in more private areas, we’re smooth as sin, our bare skin a soft shade of almond. (Private areas. Hah! Who am I kidding, I masturbate ritualistically with my whole family.)

That is aside from Victoria, who’s skin is now pale as death, aside from a mantle of deep black, velvet like fur around her shoulders, and her hands being a deep, but… Somehow soft black. Let me tell you from experience, when I first came of age, she showed me they don’t just look soft… I still shiver just thinking about it.

Now though, no time for the past, the future called, and apparently it called for a pentacle with a hot sister masturbating at each of the stars points. Victoria got everyone in line and in place with sharp orders kurtköy escort from a tongue as soft as… as… Nope! Stay in the now Lilith…

Finally, one of us was kneeling over each point, each of us nice and slick from hours of teasing preparation all day long, despite some eye rolling and complaints, not a one of us was unhappy to be finally able to touch,. stroke, rub and generally have fun in whatever way we liked. I pushed my hair back over my shoulders, fingers running down and stroking over a pussy slick with the saliva all of my sisters had made sure to lavish me with. Apparently I was somehow special to this ritual, and oh girl did I feel it…

Just an hour earlier, I’d been placed in a chair, with my legs forced apart, and told that as the focus of the ritual, it was going to be me who “Channelled” Everyone else. For that to happen, I’d need a connection with them all, and though it took me only a second to figure out the meaning, by the time I had, everyone else was ready.

Vaya was up first, as the next youngest, and likely from her own experience of knowing exactly how that place can be stimulated in so many ways, she stayed on hands and knees, pressing soft kisses to my tiny, sensitive clit, taking it softly between her lips and gently running her tongue side to side over it, letting only my tiny, delicate hood lay between her licks and the most sensitive part of my body./ I grabbed the back of her head, but after a steely glower from Victoria’s red eyes, resisted pushing my pretty sisters mouth against my clit for more. She licked slow, as she was supposed to, but in the last few seconds pushed my clit hood up, running her tongue against my bared little nub with slow, agonising licks, until Victoria grabbed her by her bleach white hair and yanked her back… She wasn’t supposed to go so far at the end like that, but the hair pulling was just because Victoria was kind of a freak like that.

Next, Visha, who took a “Quantity over quality” kind of approach to my needs, and pressed her open mouth to my pussy without a moments hesitation, both of her soft hands holding my inner thighs with a gentle touch, her wide tongue lapping sloppily at my pretty little virgin cunt with the kind of lazy roughness I’d have expected from a cow, not at all afraid to put her whole weight behind every single lick, her tongue grinding up between my delicate lips, as her own plump lips made sure to keep in every drop of her saliva and my wetness, her tongue moving in a slow, relaxing way that I was more than happy for after that precision strike from Vaya. Finally, my pussy focused tongue massage was was put to an end when Victoria slowly wrapped her hands around Visha’s long, smoothly curved horns and pulled her away from me…

Viola was next, and honestly, I wasn’t sure what to expect… I’d never been with anyone but Victoria, and even that was only a rare treat. Just as my pussy was starting to feel the cold against its wet, neglected, swollen flesh, my bitch of a big sister came in like a fucking wolf!

Viola wrapped her arms around my legs and pulled them in on either side of her face, something I was only to happy to go along with as her tongue lashed and licked, squirming against my tight, virgin slit as bright, sadistic eyes gleamed up at me, her tongue, split down the middle at her request some time ago licking up and down, running against my now verrry much prepared pussy felt so much sharper and more accurate, no matter what she did it felt fucking amazing, her nails digging into my thighs as she held on tight, her tongue begging to slide up, running my clit between the twin halves of her tongue, before she darted it down and began to push the split serpent once again inside of me!

My eyes were closed when Victoria cruelly cut our fun short, grabbing Viola’s horns and yanking her violently back away from me, Viola’s nails clawing shallow red furrows into my soft flesh as she pulled away, giggling evilly as she wiped her mouth and rolled her eyes at Victoria’s annoyed glare.

Now of course, it was my eldest sisters turn… I had no clue what to really expect, I’d only had teasing kisses and finger touches from my big sister in the past, but now there was no rule on what she could do… If anything, I had a feeling she’d put a claim on being the first to go truly inside of me before the ritual, explaining why Viola’s… Blessing had been cut so short.

Considering what I’d heard from bedtime gossip though, all of Victoria’s “Private conversations” with my sisters had been practice for what she’d do with me… Nobody had a full picture, but I knew they were jealous that all of those pieces they had would be put together on my now etiler escort bayan soaking, and thoroughly teased canvas.

Victoria got down on her hands and knees before me, crawling closer in a way that made her hips sway like serpentine hypnosis. As she reached me, her arms lifted, and wrapped around my slender waist, soft hands grasping at my back with the almost unnoticeable sharp claws she bore at the tip of each finger. Looking down into her softly glowing red eyes, I gasped at the pain…

A tiny, almost unnoticeable smile twisted her lips in such a delightfully twisted way, her eyes were… I said that Viola had a sadistic look, and until I saw Victoria’s only moments later, I believed that.

However, compared to the malevolent joy and passion tempered desire that burned deeply in Victoria’s smouldering gaze, Viola might have had the sadistic potential of a child…

Her head came in closer to my pussy, every movement slow and painfully teasing, her eyes never leaving mine as I found myself already breathing deeply through my parted lips, my chest rising and falling dramatically with anticipation…

Her tongue slowly passed out of her open mouth, and I felt… I watched… I experienced her slowly run it in a neat, tight, controlled circle around my sensitive little nub as if she had a perfect knowledge of everything my body would react to the most. The tip of her tongue just barley brushed at my sensitive core, the grazing touches sending violent shivers up through my spine at that smile widened just a few evil millimetres when she watched that shiver reach the base of my skull, and make my eyelids flutter.

It felt beyond sinful to enjoy something so good, and once she reached the apex of one more ring around my clitoris, she dragged her tongue down with surgical precision, making sure I felt and clunk to every torturous second of that long awaited contact… Before her tongue slipped down and ran along my slit.

I almost forgot my place, forgot my reason for sitting in that chair, forgot everything beyond those ruby red eyes and that demonically skilled tongue, as I almost begged for her to go back and give me more and more and MORE until I could cum for her and show her just how much I appreciate my big sister’s skill!

Instead, she shot her slender tongue up into my cunt and forced another choked breath from my lungs, her claws digging even deeper into my flesh on either side of my spine, playing with my like a puppet on strings as I arched for her and pushed against her mouth, her coal black lips pressed to my quivering cunt as her tongue slid into my deepest, untouched depths, my head rolling back on my shoulders, eyes closing to lose myself in the feeling as she slipped and slithered her tongue between my virgin tight walls, licking in deep before moving her mouth against me, forcing more of her dexterous tongue into my body as she licked up along what felt like the inside of my stomach, and for a moment I wondered if my eldest sister was a little more latenly demon than the rest of us, if may7be she really did have a tongue so long to go so deep!

Before long though, her tongue pulled out of my body again, and I found my hands gripping her shoulders, my much blunter nails digging into her black mantle’s skin as she dragged out every second of her tongue leaving my body.

Once she was finally free of my tight walls, she let out a long, satisfied breath against my now overly sensitive, achingly needy pussy, and pressed her wine red tongue to my clit without any teasing this time. Her mouth began to move in slow, evil sawing motions, up and down, up and down, the focus of every motion to press her skillful tongue, now kept thick and stiff against my clit, as she sawed her instrument of my painful pleasure against the very core of my whole being at that moment. I had to remind myself to not speak more than a gentle moan for her, but if I could I’d have been moaning like a whore just so that she knew how much I wanted her!

Her movements got faster and faster, each one pressing in a little deeper against me, each motion sending another piece of me screaming to her, wanting to give every part of myself to her just to make sure that my big sister never ever stopped!

I felt the tension I knew so well rising in my chest, inflating like a balloon, sending every other through fleeing from my mind as my finger dug in so deep that if I even had the strength to open my eyes and look down, to pull myself away from this supernova of ecstasy I knew I’d see blood!

I came closer and closer to that edge, my mind sprinting for it, closer and closer, just wanting to throw myself off into a sea of orgasmic bostancı escort satisfaction, whispers of “Yes yes yesyesyesyesYesYes” spilling through my lips until!-

She pulled away. Victoria forced herself back away from me, and now matter how deeply my nails clawed her she left me right at the precipice of a pleasure I’d never known could exist.

As I looked down into her bright eyes, I saw a smile worthy of the devil himself on her lips as she wiped them clean of saliva and her little sisters cum…

I felt a hot tear of frustration run down over my softly chubby cheeks…

My other sisters stood around silent, enraptured by the performance that made all of theirs feel like uncoordinated virgins by comparison.

“Well then girls… Shall we get ready?” She asked, the kind of casual command in her voice that made my abandoned pussy cry out in need for it to come back…

Back to the present, though I was beyond happy to have so much fuel for my own personal fire down below… I Looked around as everyone settled down, some with their eyes closed, Victoria’s half open in some kind of trance as Viola’s whole body moved with her hands motions, rocking her hips against the touch of her own skin just for more fun.

Despite being abandoned and left to its fate in one of the outer fields, this barn we’d began using to hide our little rituals got fixed up before I even got to know it existed, and quickly the temperature built up… I started to touch myself, and found a buzzing, fuzzy tension already right at the surface as I began to stroke… To touch… To feel as my fingers ran up and down along my slick and shaven garden.

My eyes had closed… I was getting into the fun, and could already feel the soft pressure in the back of my head, as if a headache could be a good thing, and I always imagined it would feel so similar to if Victoria grabbed the back of my head and forced my face into her beautifully trimmed cunt..

I touched… I felt… I lost myself for a time in the sensations that came into my mind and wrapped every single thought in a hazy layer that made them all just so nice and easy to handle… I heard the soft gasps, bated breaths and lusting sounds that poured like a lewd chorus from my sisters without end…

I opened my eyes when I felt myself getting closer and closer, not wanting to cum too soon and ruin the ritual, only to see… To… See…

the lines of the carved pentagram than ran between us had filled with some viscous glowing liquid, the right light that came from it thrumming in a rhythm that seemed in time with every breath from my mouth, every stroke of my own fingers. At the tip of each arm of the star, one of my sisters was positioned, their own cunts leaking that translucent goo that ran thickly down their legs, squirming across the floor as though it had a mind set on its own goals as it completed the star and began to glow brighter, the red growing stronger and lighter, pulsing between a deep ruby and soft pink.

Viola and the twins went at their own rates, Viola’s much faster than anyone elses, all of their eyes bearing the same yellow iris, glowing brighter and brighter in time with the pentacle, as Victoria’s own blood red eyes cast the red glow onto her cheeks, joining the light that now spilled over their bare and sweat slicked bodies, casting sharp blades of red light upon their most intimate curves, from the tips of their horns to their glistening lower lips.

I wondered if my own purple eyes glowed the same, but before I could think to try to check, I felt something force my hand, literally.

My hand began to move in faster and sharper motions, my middle fingers tip rubbing at my little tormented clit for all it could, my arm aching with the effort, that pain being drowned out by the waves of pleasure the touches gave me, my legs beginning to shake but refusing to fail as my fucked up family began to moan and breath in time with me, a connection built I hadn’t even noticed as we all worked towards our own climax!

Viola was the first, and after that a cascade as Vaya and Visha came together, the same way that they did everything else, before Victoria let a staggered scream of lust and satisfaction tear from her throat into the hot air around us… Their pleasure hit me as waves, coming to me down the lines of the pentagon as a climax better that any I’d had even at Victoria’s meticulous hands rocked my body and shattered my mind, sending every thought within scattering to the wind, my knees buckling as one last thick glob of that thick red goo spilled from my pussy into the circle!

I collapsed back, my sisters all following, one by one, even Victoria left speechless and gasping as she finally giggled to herself, and a laugh much more masculine and jubilant seemed to come from the air above us, before being whisked away on a gentle breeze…

I smiled to myself, a hand holding my pussy softly as I stared up at the ancient rafters of the barn… I’d done it… The First Rite was complete!

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Joey sat on the floor, in one of the rooms she shared with her fellow coeds. It was a two story townhouse that the girls shared. As usual, her long hair was a sloppy mess, and it was tied back in a loose ponytail. It was something that had become a trademark of hers, and added to her free-spirited sex appeal.

She was reading a book called Losing the Light which she had recently purchased at the local bookstore. Most people wouldn’t have figured Joey as a reader, since popular girls don’t read, right? But they would be sadly mistaken. After all, one couldn’t get into a prestigious university like the one she went to unless voracious reading was involved.

The deep concentration ended with a knock on the door. The door slowly opened and a girl’s head slowly appeared. It was the face of a nerdy girl with thick framed glasses.

“You can come in,” Joey said.

“Thanks Joey, you’re so awesome!” Emily said. “This is for you. We have a new client waiting. I really like her. She’s pretty.”

Having said that, Emily entered and handed her boss a two-page document of their latest client. Joey put her book down and accepted the document, briefly looking through it.

“Thanks. Notify the other girls.”

“According to the paperwork, our client only wishes to see two girls, you and someone else. The client also wants a good spanking and experience with vibrating things.”

“Then just notify Heather. We’ll start in 15 minutes. Have the client ready by then.”

“Will do!”

As Joey attempted to review the material, she looked up and saw Emily still lingering over her, with a slightly goofy expression on her face.

“Anything else?” Joey asked, slightly amused by her friend.

“Well, umm, I was thinking. Do you think I can join this time? I mean, I’ve been practicing and everything. And I’d like to join. I really like this new lady. Do you think I’m ready?”

Joey thought for a moment. “Maybe another time. I promise. I still think you need more training. I promise I’ll tutor you later. Besides, you’re our front desk girl. We need you in the front area.”

“Will do! Thanks boss. I’ll go prep the client downstairs.”

“Thanks Emily. You’re the best.”

“No, you are!”

And with that, the giant geek known as Emily swiftly turned around and rushed out of the room, gently closing the door behind her, so she could tend to the new client waiting downstairs.

When the room returned to silence, Joey turned her attention towards the document. On the first page, there was a picture of the latest subject. A woman who appeared to be an everyday, ordinary soccer mom, which was Joey’s personal favorite. The woman looked prim and proper in every way. Shoulder length red hair with a slightly long face. Respectable. A productive member of society. Perhaps a PTA mom, by Joey’s assumption.

Joey had done this long enough to know each client just by looking at their picture. In a way, she considered herself an expert in human sexuality based on all the different books she’s read over the years and from her own personal experiences dealing with a vast array of women.

She turned the page to learn about their new client:

First name: Marissa

Age: 46

Ethnicity: white

Location: Berkley

Marital status: married, but my husband knows I’m here

Orientation: overall, I’m straight, but curious

Occupation: I teach history for a university

Experience with women: I’ve kissed a girl a few times in college

How did you hear about us: recommendation from a friend

Reason for being here: I’ve always wanted to explore other women, especially college aged women because I work with students. I also have a mild dominance/submission fantasy which my husband isn’t very good with. My husband is the reason I’m here. He is the one who encouraged me.

After reading the first page of the document, Joey flipped open her laptop and checked out the person’s name and local colleges to see if she was actually a professor. Sure enough, Marissa was a professor in the area and numerous pictures came up.

Immediately, Joey’s pussy felt wet. She had always wanted to dominate a female professor. Not out of spite. Joey had the utmost respect for teaching professionals. In fact, Joey was a respectful girl, period. This was merely a fantasy of hers. And now she had the chance to indulge in it.

Knowing this, Joey became even more curious to read the final page, which in many ways, was the most important page:

Number of girls: 2 (including Joey, I’ve heard positive things about her)

Level of dominance: strong

Bondage: yes

Spread eagle: no

Body massage: no

Receiving oral sex: yes

Performing oral sex: yes

Kissing: yes

Anal: no

Finger penetration: yes

Vibrator: yes

Clitoral vibrator: yes

Strap-on: no

Dildo: no

Verbal degradation: mild

Verbal teasing: yes

Humiliation: mild

Nipple clamps: no

Golden shower: no

Spanking pendik escort (crop or paddle): yes, paddle

Spanking (hand): yes

Other Requests: My biggest fantasy with “the girls” is to be wearing a collar and be chained. Then I’d like to be dominated by them, especially by Joey, who I’ve heard so much about. I want to be spanked. I want to experience the role-reversal of students dominating me.

It flattered Joey that her name was being spoken so highly of. But then again, she shouldn’t have been surprised given the lasting impressions she knew she had left on many women over the time the girls had been doing this.

Those sorts of compliments meant the world to her. This wasn’t just about the money, but also about the service and pleasure it gave so many curious and lesbian women.

At the moment, there wasn’t time for anymore self-reflection or appreciation. It was time for action and Joey had a tight schedule to keep. She got up and stripped off all of her clothes, tossing them on the bed, then brazenly walked naked down the hall. In a town-house full of coeds who ran this sort of business, nudity was nothing. It was a normalcy they all shared.

She hopped in the shower and briskly washed her body. Only her body needed to be clean. Her hair and face were already clean. Besides, it would have taken too long for her to dry her hair anyway, and to apply new makeup.

After everything was washed, she dried herself thoroughly with a towel and looked at herself in the mirror. Her body was a valuable product and she had to make sure the product was up to par for the customers. Nice, toned, yet so very feminine. Nicely proportioned too.

She headed back to her room. And the next girl took a quick shower. Usually, multiple girls were summoned for a job like this. After all, the business was about the girls as a group, not necessarily solo jobs, and only sometimes it came down to threesomes with clients.

Since today’s client was a professor, Joey thought to wear something cute for the occasion; an oversized university t-shirt and nothing else. It was huge and it hung down to her thighs. Since she was braless, the shape of her pointed tits was poking through the front of the shirt. It was enough to turn anyone on.

A few touch ups with her hair and a few thoughts of what to say was all she needed to do. Her eyes carefully monitored the clock. She told Emily 15 minutes, so 15 minutes it had to be. When the time came, Joey went to the hallway and saw Heather waiting there, her sidekick for the day, which didn’t come as a surprise, because they ran their operation with military-like precision.

All the girls knew to be professional at all times. They were businesswomen who were experts at what they did, no matter how young they appeared. Underestimating them could be dangerous, as they were highly proficient at running a tight ship.

“Ready?” Joey asked.

Heather nodded, dressed in a silk robe and her long hair parted nicely down the middle, which was freshly combed.

“Ready when you are.”

“Let’s go.”

The two girls headed down the stairs barefoot, where they saw other college coeds binge watching the latest season of The Affair, then they made a right turn down another hall. At the end of the hall was a closed door where their client would be patiently waiting.

No matter how many times Joey did this, she always felt that twinge of nervousness in the pit of her stomach. This wasn’t just a quick fuck, and then leave. This wasn’t about using someone as a piece of meat.

This was a job that Joey always took seriously, with the utmost of care and consideration. The enjoyment of the client was of the highest priority. That’s why she always had that nervous feeling. She was a performer who always strived for perfection. And her performance art was being the dominant coed.

Before they opened the door, Joey took a second to compose herself and remember the routine she had nearly perfected. It was the routine that made women like Marissa seek her services and return for more.

She opened the door and entered the room along with her sidekick for the day, then she closed the door, leaving them all with complete privacy.

There was Marissa, a completely naked middle-aged woman, on her knees with a collar around her neck, hands tied behind her back and her collar was tied to the bed. She had the body of a woman her age. The body of a professor who stayed in the classroom and private office for hours a day, but tried her best to maintain her figure by eating healthy. Her body was mostly soft looking, with slightly sagging breasts and nipples that were almost red colored. Her hair, nipples, and public hairs were almost the same shade of red.

‘I guess it’s true what they say about redheads,’ Joey thought to herself, amused.

The poor woman looked so nervous and scared. But then again, that’s how most of the women who came here felt and looked. It was often their first time and naturally etiler outcall escorts nerves would be a factor. They came because they wanted to be dominated and controlled by other women. Most importantly, these women… these clients… wanted to be dominated by experienced women who knew exactly what they were doing.

That’s why they sought the services of the the girls.

“So, you’re Marissa the professor,” Joey said, standing in front of the professor, while the professor still remained in the kneeling position.

The naked woman nodded. “Yes.”

“I looked up local universities in the area and I was able to find your profile. Impressive resume. Well educated, extensive teaching career, and students view you favorably, giving you high scores on different rating sites.”

The woman gasped.

At that point, Joey knew that the woman realized she had made a huge mistake. It’s actually fairly common for older women to not realize that their identities can easily be found online if the right information was revealed. The mistake Marissa made was that she revealed she taught college in the area, the subject matter she taught, along with her real first name.

At that point, Marissa looked like a woman who had made the biggest mistake of her life, her face turned beet red, nearly matching her hair color, and she wished so badly to get out of there. Like she wanted to break free of the bondage that tied her hands behind her back, rip the collar off her neck, grab her clothes and run back to her classroom where no one would know of her taboo desires. No one in Marissa’s life would ever, in a million years, suspect that she would ever do anything like this (except for her husband who encouraged this).

There was a particular reason why Joey was using this tactic. She wanted to raise the stakes with the college professor. Let it dangle over her head that the girls knew her real identity. It would only add to the sexual tension and teasing and it was also something that would assist Joey with her domination, since this was Joey’s fantasy too.

She always wanted to fuck a professor in this position. Frankly, the more aroused Joey was, the better she could dominate and the more the client would leave satisfied with an earth-shattering orgasm. So in the end, it would be a win-win situation for everyone involved.

“Relax,” Joey said with a cunning smile. “Your secret is safe with me. I’m not going to tell anyone that you’re a guest here.”

“You’re not?” Marissa said fearfully, thinking she was about to be blackmailed.

“No, of course not. We’re nice girls. In fact, right now, we’re your best friends in the whole world. But there’s one tiny condition.”

“What is it?”

“You have to cum for us. If you cum with a nuclear orgasm then your identity will remain safe with us forever. Do you like that idea?”

“Yes.”

“If you’re a good girl, a polite little teacher, then I’ll keep your secret safe. In order to do that, you have to obey my every command. Does that sound like a fair deal?”

“I like that idea,” Marissa said softly.

The professor gave a huge sigh of relief. In that moment, she knew that Joey was only teasing and that there would be no blackmail. All of this was part of the game they were playing. An adult game of domination which Joey was on her way to perfecting.

“Good. I’m glad we’ve cleared that up. As you may have figured out, I’m the infamous Joey. This is my partner Heather. We’re part of the girls. This is our home where we aim to please. We’re also full time students of the local university. Now, tell us more about you.”

Marissa gulped. “What would you like to know?”

“First, are you a PTA mom?”

“Yes.”

Joey smiled, “I thought so. Another fantasy of mine.”

“It’s a fantasy for a lot of people.”

“I know it is. It’s such a fun taboo. So is the whole college professor thing. On the form you filled, you’ve said that you’ve fantasized about your students. Is that true?”

An eyebrow had risen on Joey’s face. This was her way of playfully bringing out the sexual side of the already naked and vulnerable professor. Letting her know that it was okay to let it all out, to admit her secret fantasies. Judging by the look on Marissa’s face, it appeared to be working. The professor did her best to relax and open up the sexual experience which she had sought.

“I fantasize about some of my students, yes,” Marissa said.

“Male or female?” Joey asked quizzingly.

“Either,” then the professor paused for a moment, knowing today wasn’t about both genders. “Mostly the female students. Not all the time though. It’s not like I’m a pervert. I hope you believe me.”

Joey smiled, “We’re all a little perverted, aren’t we? Especially now that you’re naked and bound. It’s okay. I don’t think any less of you. You’re human. You’re a woman with needs and thoughts.”

“Thank you.”

“Are there any students in particular you think of?”

Marissa etiler escort gave a shameful look. “There are a few, now, and over the years.”

“Go on, tell me about them.”

The professor tried reclaiming her strength and boldness. Although she was used to speaking to classrooms full of people on a regular basis, she wasn’t really prepared for this, being naked, on her knees, hands bound. Those two girls had made her feel so powerless. Then she realized she didn’t want to reclaim her power. The whole point of this was her surrender.

Nevertheless, Marissa always prided herself on being the prim and proper woman, so she did her best to maintain a proper posture and speak in a professional manner.

“There are a few students I’ve had in mind over the years,” the professor said. “I’ve never had a specific type. Different races. Different body types. Some athletic. Some were the overachiever type, who often came to visit me in my office.”

“Did any of those girls look like us?”

“Yes.”

“And what type would that be?” Joey asked, already knowing the answer.

“Gorgeous. Popular. That type.”

“Do you masturbate thinking of your students often?”

“Kind of,” Marissa replied.

“How? Where? Tell me about it.”

Marissa gulped. “Usually at my home, sometimes in the shower or bath. Sometimes when I grade papers my eyes get tired, and I need a break, so I close my eyes and rub myself. Sometimes I’ll do that on the couch or in bed. I think about particular students, depending on my mood.”

“In your fantasy, do you dominate them, or do they dominate you?”

“I’m always the one who gets dominated,” the professor answered.

“Ever masturbate at the university?”

“Yes.”

This made Joey smile. “Where. In your office?”

“Heavens no. Never there. I’ll do it in the bathroom sometimes, if I’m aroused. As a professor, you’d be surprised with how many students flirt with me. Mostly male, but often female students who love flaunting their sexuality at me.”

“I’m not surprised,” Joey replied. “If you were my professor, I’d sit in the front of the class wearing a short skirt and no panties. There would be plenty of flaunting throughout the semester.”

Marissa took a deep breath. “That certainly sounds provocative.”

“Do you wish you could see those girls naked?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Do you want to see us naked?”

“Yes…” the professor’s voice trailed off.

The girls exchanged knowing glances at each other. It was time. And they didn’t need words to express that. After giving each other the go-ahead look, the girls got undressed.

Joey pulled her university t-shirt over her head. Normally, this was an ordinary move that everyone does when getting undressed. In this context, it meant so much more. Joey had just gotten naked for the professor, exposing her perky tits, her hardening pink nipples, her clean shaven cunt, and her fairly toned body, built through yoga and miles of weekly cycling.

Heather undid her robe, letting it fall to the floor. Her body was much more roundish in a natural way. Feminine curves everywhere. Large tits with large light pink areolas, and a slight bush.

The professor gulped hard, taking in the sight of the naked girls standing before her. Her lips tightened and her jaw clenched a little.

“So, you like what you see?” Joey asked with a slight smirk.

The professor nodded. “I do.”

“On the form you’ve filled, you said you’ve kissed a girl, right?”

“A roommate many years ago. It never went beyond kissing. I’ve always regretted that.”

“Who stopped it? You or her?”

“I did,” Marissa admitted. “I wasn’t ready for another girl at that age. It was a different time back then. My parents would have disowned me if they had known.”

“Well, no one will ever know about this. And we’re going to give you a special treat professor. Do you know what’s better than kissing a college girl?”

“What?”

“Kissing two girls,” Joey smiled. “At the same time.”

Marissa nearly gasped.

The two girls took a step forward, approaching the bound professor. Then the girls got down on their knees so that all of them were on the same equal level. At the same time, in a coordinated manner, both girls leaned in with their lips forward, aiming towards the professor’s mouth.

It was going to happen. There was no stopping it. And the professor pouted her lips and they all kissed, their lips touching each other at the same time. It was a hot firecracker feeling for all of them. A three-way kiss between two college students and a married, older professor.

Things only became better when the tongues came out. Joey and Heather, as if in unison, stuck their tongues out in the three-way kiss. At first, it was just the girls who tongue kissed, but then Marissa finally had the courage to reciprocate, putting her tongue out as well.

All of their lips and tongue were pressing hard against each others. It was something Marissa had never expected to do when she signed up for this, but she was glad it was happening.

The kiss eventually ended, which came as some disappointment to Marissa, but then again, she didn’t come here just to kiss. She came to experience a great many things; orgasms and all. Hopefully there’d be more chances for kissing later though.

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The door wrenched open before we even knocked. Kate and her bionic ears must’ve been listening for the car.

I’d been schooling my guilty face all the way home.

Surprisingly, I had no trouble looking her in the eye. Neither did Michael. It made me question what sort of depraved people we were. I never realised how easy it was to fuck around on your friends.

She held the door open while we two betraying sinners waltzed past her in to the house.

“Jesus Sarah.” I tried to spin around but she had the hem of my dress captured in her hand. “You’ve got a huge wet patch on the back of your skirt.”

Michael kept right on walking – he maybe even sped up a little, gutless bastard – leaving me alone to face the music.

“Um, um…”

Could she smell him on me? Did she realise that the substance she was closely examining was her boyfriend’s bodily fluids?

“You must have sat on something nasty.”

Yeah, Michael’s beautiful cock.

Swiftly coming down off my orgasm high I fell back to earth with a crash, feeling deeply ashamed, like a right bitch. Kate’s angelic, unsuspecting face twisted my guilt as she studied me with concern.

“And what happened to your lip?”

Touching my cut where I’d bitten myself in the throes of passion, I looked at the floor, desperately wracking my brain.

“I can’t remember,” I lied, hoping my acting skills were adequate enough to fool her.

Suddenly she burst out laughing, shaking her head. “You’re a mess. That dress is ruined. It’s a good thing you don’t get pissed too often.”

Finally she let go of me, subject dropped, and my thundering heart returned to normal.

“Where’s Jodie?” I asked.

“Crashed,” Kate pointed towards Jodie’s bedroom.

I couldn’t say I was sorry. In a lot of ways what happened with Jodie was harder to deal with than what happened with Michael. It was natural to crave cock. Letting my girlfriend eat me out was an entirely different matter.

Knowing that I’d enjoyed it so much was a revelation to be thought about at length. In private. Possibly with toys involved.

The three of us made short work of the pizza, leaving one solitary piece for Jodie’s breakfast. I was glad Kate didn’t notice how silent Michael and I were. I felt increasingly worse, like a fraud sitting in her home posing as her friend.

“I suppose I’d better head off,” I said, standing up anxious to leave.

“Do you have to?” Kate asked, sounding disappointed.

Avoiding Michael’s eyes I admitted truthfully, “I’ve drunk more than enough for one evening. I’m bloody exhausted.”

They saw me out and I tripped home, relieved to be alone, my head overloading on the wild events of the evening.

As soon as I stepped foot inside the door, I stripped out of my sodden panties, peeled my dress down over my hips and walked straight in to the shower.

My nipples were still peaked and tender but all in all, not as sticky as I would’ve expected considering they’d been coated in all manner of things – wine, salt, lemon, tequila. What a rush that was.

I lathered soap over my ass, slipping a finger down in to my crack to feel my little puckered hole. I’d never known what pleasure that part of me could bring until tonight. I couldn’t wait to explore that notion further sometime in the near future.

My pussy was slightly swollen, my inner lips slick with my juices and Michael’s cum was still doing a slow trickle out of me. Detaching the shower hose from the wall I aimed it upwards, in to me, spreading my lips apart with one hand, trying to wash away his presence as if that would make things better.

God, I didn’t even like him. How had I forgotten that just for the sake of a quick fuck? In public nonetheless. Man, when I fully sobered up I was going to be sorry for a long, long time.

Yes, I admitted to myself, I was deliciously sore in all the right places. Yes, my body was humming. The only problem was the remorse eating away at my brain.

I swear I’d only been under the water for three minutes when my doorbell rang.

Shrugging in to a robe I sauntered to the front door. “Who is it?” I called. It was way past polite visiting hours.

“It’s Kate.”

I opened the door, surprised to find her on my doorstep all teary eyed. Uh-oh. I was going to kill Michael if he’d made a confession.

“What’s up?” I asked warily, motioning her inside.

“Nothing,” she denied, pacing in front of me in a blatant, definitely something, kind of way.

“What is it?” I pressed. “Where’s Michael?”

“He fell asleep on the couch.” She looked up at me in anguish and burst in to full blown sobs.

Part of me was glad he’d passed out. I couldn’t stomach the thought of my friend receiving my sloppy seconds. Still, she was obviously disappointed. My heart turned over with sympathy and I stepped forward to give her a comforting hug.

“Come and sit down,” I said gently, leading her over to the couch, my arm around her shoulders. She clung to me and cried in to my neck, pendik outcall escorts tears trickling down the front of my robe, tracing a line between my cleavage and rolling down in to my belly button.

“Hey,” I said softly, pushing her hair back from her face. “I’ll get you a cold cloth.”

“No,” she shook her head, burrowing deeper in to the front of my robe.

I let her cry, holding her until her tears had run dry. I kept stroking her hair back from her forehead; it was wonderfully silky to touch.

I wondered briefly if the hair between her legs was just as soft.

I caught myself, reprimanded my filthy mind for travelling to such a dirty place, and reminded myself to focus on my friend. My sad, needy friend.

Kate had such a beautiful face. I remembered how when I first met her I’d found it hard not to stare at her incredible cheekbones, her amazing pouty lips. She had her moments of bad temper, but generally she was far sweeter than Jodie or I could ever hope to be.

She stared up at me wide eyed, tracing a feather light touch of her finger across my lips.

“I wish I had as much confidence as you,” she said quietly.

“What do you mean?” I asked, taking her hand away from my mouth and holding it in my lap.

“You know,” she laughed shakily, “the confidence to wear a dress like that. The confidence to let Michael know I wish he wasn’t such a gentleman in bed.”

What? The same Michael who had twisted my nipples and slammed me full of cock in a crowded pub? I had a sudden flash of intuition that Michael treated her too much like a lady when what she longed for was to be taken like a whore.

Kate went on. “The confidence to do the things I’ve always wanted to do.”

I was perplexed. “Like what?” I asked.

“You’ll think it’s stupid,” she looked away embarassed.

“Like what?” I persisted.

“Like this,” she whispered, barely audible, stretching her head up and planting a soft kiss on my lips.

I couldn’t believe it. What the hell was in the air tonight? I laughed out loud in disbelief.

“Oh God, I’m sorry,” she muttered, humiliated, pushing herself away from me and standing up in a hurry. “I’ll just go.”

My shocked mind took a while to recover. I recognised what she wanted and it only took a second to realise that it was my duty to give it to her. I owed her. Also, now that I’d learned some hot new things, I felt compelled to pass them on and go further.

“Kate, wait.” I caught her at the front door, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her around. “I’m sorry,” I told her, leaning forward to brush my lips against hers, ever so softly in return.

Her beautiful cornflower blue eyes grew round then she kissed me back, another light touch of her lips.

“Sarah,” she said in wonder, holding up her finger and tracing it over my lips, exploring the outer contours of my mouth with the sweetest touch.

I caught her hand and kissed the tip of her finger before leaning in and planting another gentle kiss on her gorgeous, sensual mouth.

Her small pink tongue darted out and moistened the perfection of her lips then she kissed me again, holding her mouth to mine for a fraction longer than before.

We stood that way for what seemed an eternity, looking deep in to each other’s eyes, exchanging butterfly kisses, light and tender.

I kissed her lips, her velvet cheeks, the hollow of her collarbone, the indentation below each ear lobe. And she did the same for me, each touch barely there like a light shower of rain on a hot day.

I was conscious of the building need in me for more, the need to plunder her mouth and fill my senses with her unique taste, but I didn’t want to push her, didn’t want to scare her away. Her beauty and fragility were mesmerising.

“I’ve never kissed a girl before,” she admitted.

“Neither have I,” I said honestly. “I’ve never wanted to until now.”

Her eyes glowed at my confession.

Actually I’d always been a little put off by the thought of two women together. Call it my strictly hetero upbringing, I don’t know, but if there was ever a night for pushing the boundaries, tonight was definitely it. Hell, I’d already crossed the line.

She leaned in and teased me again with her lips but this time I tangled my hands in the silk of her hair and held her still against my mouth, letting her know that I wanted her to linger.

Running my thumbs over her cheekbones, staring in to her eyes, I whispered, “Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?”

She nodded shyly, submissively trailing behind me as I took her by the hand and led her in to my bedroom. It seemed my libido hadn’t run out yet. I was fiercely turned on by the thought of taking the lead.

Kate was so petite she sometimes gave the impression of being helpless. I had always felt the urge to protect her but tonight it was tinged by an even greater need – the need to subvert her, control her, pleasure her.

I didn’t turn the light on. I etiler escort went straight to the candelabra on my bedside table and lit a match, touching it to the three candles resting on the stand. My bedroom shone with a golden light that highlighted her luminous, ethereal beauty.

I raised her hand to my lips and kissed each knuckle, turning her wrist to kiss her palm before tugging her gently down on the bed. I crawled up to the headboard and rearranged the pillows behind me, patting the space beside me.

She came slowly but willingly, dragging out the time it took to close the gap between us, her eyes never leaving my mouth.

I sank back in to the pillows, drawing her in to my arms.

“Sarah,” she sighed, pressing her tight little body in to me, touching her lips to mine again and again, firmer and bolder with every kiss.

She gasped when I ran my tongue over her bottom lip, tasting the seam of her divine mouth. I couldn’t wait to get inside; not forcing my way in was the hardest test of self control I’ve ever suffered.

I kissed, and licked, and nibbled at her lips, wondering if she would ever open for me when suddenly her lips parted and my tongue gained entry to her honeyed mouth.

God, she tasted like ambrosia. Her high whimper tightened my nipples and made my pelvic muscles clench. I was determined to do anything to elicit that glorious sound from her again.

My lips moved down the column of her neck, my tongue circling little whirls along her flawless skin. I came back up, teasing the corner of her mouth before she turned her head aligning her mouth perfectly under mine.

She whimpered again, her lips opening instantly, inviting me in, her tongue sliding against mine in the most beautiful dance. She was soft and wet and hot, the sweetest mouth I’ve ever tasted. I could lap at her forever, forgoing food and water just for the pure taste of her.

Kate’s kiss deepened, taking on a hungered edge that matched mine. I sucked her tongue in to my mouth, no longer holding back on the urgent need to pillage her beautiful mouth. We moaned and sighed and whimpered together, our hands tangling in each other’s hair, caressing each other with gentle strokes.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked. “Tell me.”

Shyly she looked away but I wasn’t having any of it. I wanted her to acknowledge what was going on and to want it as much as I did.

Holding her chin firmly in my hand I forced her to look at me while my other hand strayed down to her breasts, circling and softly pinching her burgeoning nipples. She moaned again, arching her back, pushing in to my hand, her fingers coming down to unbutton her blouse.

“Touch me,” she begged, sliding my hand inside the opening.

I made short work of her blouse, sliding it over her shoulders and down her smooth arms, unhooking her bra with a deft touch. Pushing her down on the bed, I removed the scrap of lace, throwing it to the floor.

I gazed down at her, awestruck at her small, high breasts, so fitting for my mouth. God she was beautiful.

“Tell me what you want,” I demanded, watching her eyes melt as I pinched her nipples and hovered my mouth over them.

Her head twisted to the side, her bashful tongue failing her again.

“Do you want me to lick you with my wet tongue?” I teased, brushing my bottom lip over one distended peak. “Do you want me to suck you in to my hot mouth?”

Her hips squirmed beneath me. She lifted up off the bed and dragged my head up to claim my mouth in a passionate kiss, thrusting her demanding tongue between my lips with increasing fervour.

Roughly I pushed her away. “If you don’t tell me what you want,” I warned in a hard voice, “you’re going to go home one very unsatisfied girl.”

Her eyes flared in shock, breaking contact with mine as she looked down thinking about it.

When her head lifted her expression was resigned, her voice stronger.

“I want you to take me,” she said, her voice hoarse with desire. “Use me up. Touch me all over, god, taste me all over. Make me cry. Hurt me a little if thats what it takes to make me scream.”

I felt a rush of moisture between my legs as I thought of all the things I was going to do to her.

“Take it all off,” I commanded, my nipples tightening when she lifted her hips up off the bed and slid her skirt and underwear down in one long sweep.

She was a Goddess, laid out for my eyes, my touch, my pleasure, my mouth.

I started at her feet. God knows I’d stared at them many times before marvelling at how beautiful they were. I lifted one foot and sucked each toe in to my mouth. I never realised that was what I’d always wanted to do until I was actually doing it. My hands had free range over her calves and thighs, stopping just short of the place I most wanted to taste – much, much later – after I made her beg me.

I ran my tongue over her insteps, rolling her on to her side so that I could lick the back of her knees. I trailed kisses up her thighs, lightly istanbul outcall escort sucking her flesh as she trembled beneath me, slowly moving higher and higher. I licked the soft line under her exquisite bottom, sweeping my tongue inwards towards her centre, getting off on her keening cries.

Pushing her on to her back again, I stretched out beside her revisiting her sweet mouth, moaning with need when she feverishly sucked on my tongue. My hand skimmed her taut belly, sliding over her soft curls and moving away when she lifted her hips for more.

I wasn’t finished with her by a long shot and wasn’t about to give in just yet. I knelt up beside her and slipped out of my robe, straddling over her hips to rub my wet pussy against hers.

She thrust up against me, her hands gliding up my thighs, reaching for my hard nipples, but I caught her wrists and pinned them at her sides, bending my head to lap at her breasts.

I kissed my way around her gorgeous breasts, licking and sucking everywhere while ignoring her nipples.

She twisted and turned beneath me, desperate to fill my mouth with her rosy peaks, but I laughed and continued to tease her, holding her hands still, loving the way she bucked up against my dripping pussy, revelling in the power of being in control and driving her to the edge.

“God, suck on me Sarah, please, please, I’m begging you.”

How could I resist that plaintive cry? God knows I was denying myself, not just her. I’d never had a woman’s nipple in my mouth before. It was suddenly a matter of life or death that I try it.

I let go of her hands and fell ravenously on her breasts, kissing and licking each straining peak while she arched her back, pulling my head down to suckle.

“Suck me, suck me, please…”

I drew her in to my mouth, loving the alien feeling of her on my tongue. Sucking gently at first, I rolled and twisted the other with my fingers. I couldn’t believe what a turn on it was having a woman’s nipple in my mouth.

Resting my weight on my elbows, I pushed her titties together, moving from one to the other, sucking harder and harder, circling her with my tongue, driving her utterly crazy.

Her shameless cries were music to my ears. Her panting breaths drove me on, made my pussy pulse again and again.

Pinching her nipples hard between my fingers I moved upwards and raped her mouth, thrusting in to her sweet hole hard and fast, showing no mercy.

Her moans went on and on and on and I loved her that way, yearning and desperate and needy, dripping wet for me. I moved to the side, taking her with me, sliding my knee between her legs, letting her grind against me, slicking her juices all over my thigh.

She was getting a little too close for my liking.

I pulled away and pushed her off my leg and on to her back. Teasing my hands down her body I lifted her knees and forcefully spread her legs.

With both hands I parted her wet lips, holding her wide open and exposed. She moaned and cried and wiggled her hips but I ignored her pleas, holding her pussy captive.

“Please,” she begged, reaching out for me, but I slapped her hands away.

I released her and got off the bed, looking down in to her pleading eyes.

“Hold your pussy open for me,” I ordered her in a voice I didn’t recognise. Instead she slid her fingers in to her crack.

I saw red.

Instantly I rolled her on her side and smacked her bottom hard. She sucked in a breath, looking over her shoulder at me with tears in her eyes.

No wonder Michael was such a gentleman if she was this soft in the bedroom. I smacked her again and again, enjoying her cries of pain, knowing underneath it all that she wanted it. My hand left red patches all over her beautiful ass.

I was beside myself with lust at the sight. It took a force of will to stop myself from bending over and licking her tortured skin.

“Don’t even think about touching yourself,” I ordered cruelly. “You came here for a reason and I won’t have you taking over my job.” I let go of her. “Now on your back bitch. Hold your pussy open for me and don’t you dare move.”

She obeyed me straight away, spreading her lips with two fingers, her other hand grasping the sheet beside her hip.

I walked around the bed, staring in to her gaping hole, watching her inner lips contract, pushing her oozing juices out. It was such a gorgeous view I licked my lips with greed.

“That’s better,” I encouraged her. “Hold your pussy wide open and watch me.”

I had never done this for Joel, never done this for anyone, but Kate inspired me to put on a special performance.

Lifting my leg on to the bed I exposed my sopping cunt to her, tweaking my nipples and lifting them high, licking them with my own tongue. Plunging one hand in to my pussy I fingered myself slowly, building up faster and faster until I was furiously rubbing my clit and dipping my fingers inside, pumping hard in to my throbbing snatch.

Her eyes never strayed from my hand, her breath coming quick and shallow, her hips rising off the bed.

One naughty finger strayed over to her clitoris.

I pounced on her, flipped her on her stomach and slapped her thrice across the buttocks. She screamed out loud but I had no pity. I couldn’t help noticing how she thrust her bottom towards my hand as if she wanted more.

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