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Marcia Brady – The Subject Ch. 02

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(San Gabriel High School — Main Building, 8:05am)

Marcia was excited. Probably more excited that she had ever been on the first day of school. It was her senior year, she was already looking at colleges, and this year was supposed to be one to take it easy.

But then she was recruited to be in the Advanced Sex Ed class.

After that visit from Mr. Bentley, Marcia could not stop thinking about the class. A few days later, she received the curriculum and other notes that the teacher felt was necessary for Marcia to know…safety procedures, location of the class, and a non-disclosure form. She was not allowed to talk about the class with anyone not IN the class, or any other administrators apart from two people: Mr. Bentley and Vice Principal Masterson. She seemed to be listed as the program’s chief ‘sponsor’.

It frustrated Marcia that she didn’t have a list of the students in the class…she was dying to find out who else was involved. Fortunately, she knew her best friend Katy was going to be a Subject, just like her. Over the next month, Marcia and Katy had multiple sleepovers…sometimes at Marcia’s place in her brother Greg’s bedroom, where he and his best friend Kevin spent the evening plowing the girls…sometimes at Katy’s house where the two of them donned strap-ons and double penetrated Katy’s mom, Holly. And during all of that, they would talk about how much fun they were going to have in “the class”. Since Greg and Kevin had already graduated, they could be open around them, and Holly had given permission for her daughter to be a Subject, so she knew everything.

Marcia arrived at school, dressed to the nines. She wore a black lace top over a white undershirt that hugged her bust nicely. A short skirt covered her butt to mid-thigh, and she wore thigh-high stockings.

She also had a lightly vibrating egg pushed into her vagina.

Marcia had gotten used to having the egg do its work inside her snatch over the course of a day…she had made several test runs. She would get up, comb her hair, have her dad or her mom fuck her, take a shower, then insert the egg and leave it on at a low setting. She would then go to work at the ice cream shop and work 5-6 hours. The low-grade constant stimulation was invigorating, though it did mean that Marcia needed anal sex at least twice during her shift. Fortunately, her boss obliged with both a couple of 10-minute breaks as well as a stiff cock to put in her backside.

Marcia entered her 1st period class: English Lit. She surveyed the classroom…it was mostly full. She recognized nearly all of her classmates, having gone to school with them since at least 9th grade.

Across the room, she spotted Katy Jenkins.

Katy was blonde and built like a sex doll. A little shorter than Marcia, Katy was curvy and soft, with 36DD tits that Marcia loved to play with. Her sex drive was as intense as Marcia’s and just seeing her best friend made her pussy tingle a little more. She was in hip-hugging jeans and a short-sleeved sweater that accentuated her beautiful breasts, especially since Katy never wore a bra. Her mouth watered as she watched Katy’s bust wiggle and shimmy with every movement of the rest of her body.

Marcia, tearing her gaze away from Katy, put her backpack down at her desk and went to chat with her other friends Maria and Chelsea. They all cheek-kissed and immediately got to gossiping about boys, specifically Lance Kirkland, who was sitting three rows over. Marcia shyly turned to look at Lance as the others talked about him, and found he was looking right back at her.

An electric shock shot through her clit and she moaned under her breath.

++What?? What was THAT?++

They she realized…it wasn’t Lance. It was the egg. It had increased in power! Maybe the control had gotten bumped…where did she leave it?…it’s in her…

…bag.

Katy was standing next to her desk with an evil grin on her face. She had a small plastic object in her right hand, and her thumb was sliding across it.

bzzzzzZZZZZZZZZ!

Marcia leaned forward and put her hands out on a table to steady herself. Her mind swam and her knees buckled. She gritted her teeth at waves of erotic pleasure shot through her like lightning. Chelsea and Maria both asked if she was okay.

“Y-yes, I’m fine. J-just a little something…I ate.” She put her hand on her tummy as if to further pad the lie, and she could actually feel the egg’s vibrations rippling her abdomen.

Then the bell rang, and Mr. Keeley stood up.

“Alright, everyone in their seats please!”

Marcia glared at Katy, who giggled and sat at her seat, still holding the controller for the egg. Marcia was relieved when the buzzing calmed back down to a low setting.

But this was a problem…even if Katy Dikmen travesti had done nothing else with the egg for the rest of the class, Marcia was now super horny. She settled in behind her desk and tried to concentrate. She felt the buzzing egg shift inside her and she rubbed her thighs together in an attempt to gain control over her body.

About ten minutes into this endurance test, Mr. Keeley turned to write something on the board, and Katy ran over to Marcia. She quickly palmed the control into Marcia’s hand and whispered, “After class…bathroom across the hall…third stall” and quickly returned to her seat just as the teacher was turning back.

……

While her classmates chattered in the bathroom, Marcia was bent over the toilet in the third stall of the bathroom across the hall from her English Lit class. She had barely made it through the class, having turned off the egg as soon as she got it back from Katy. Now, Katy was working a strap-on dildo into her best friend’s ass while the egg, now turned on high, electrified her pussy.

Katy fucked Marcia deeply, her hand clamped over the other girl’s mouth…no need to attract too much attention. There were probably five or six other girls in the bathroom currently, including ones in the stalls on either side of the fornicating duo. Fortunately, there was enough background conversation to mask the intense anal penetrating going on in the third stall.

Katy had pulled up her sweater, her fulsome breasts bouncing happily as their owner plowed Marcia’s stretched-out butt.

Katy leaned in. “We’ve got about five minutes left before the next bell. Let’s make the most of it!” Katy then pulled back and, waiting for the toilet in the stall next to her to flush, rammed her cock into Marcia’s poor asshole. Marcia screamed into Katy’s hand and came hard. Katy continued with deep strokes as Marcia’s climax tore through her, and she had to put one arm under the helpless girl as her strength left her.

“Oop, be careful, Marcia…here, let’s turn this off. Otherwise, you’ll never make it to 7th period!” She reached down, dildo sliding out of her friend’s backside, and took the egg control from Marcia’s hand, switching it off.

Katy then used toilet paper to clean the strap-on before tucking it back into her jeans, and then cleaning Marcia’s stretched asshole. She pulled Marcia’s panties back into place, then turned her, straightened her up, and kissed her on the lips. Marcia hummed happily in return.

“Let’s get you to 2nd period.”

…..

Most of the rest of the day was easier on Marcia, mostly because Katy was only in her 4th period class, Chemistry. Marcia couldn’t resist turning the egg back on at the end of 2nd period, and her strength had finally returned. She was in a good mood…she didn’t even blame Katy for her prank in English class…after all, she satisfied Marcia with a solid, semi-public, anal fuck. She and Katy were lab partners for the class, so as Ms. Cartright was setting up the equipment for the first demonstration of the year, the two girls took the opportunity to chat.

“Do you know anyone else in 7th period?”, Katy asked excitedly.

“What? No! We already talked about this yesterday…I don’t know anyone!”

“Right, but maybe someone approached you today…I think I know at least one guy.” Katy pointed past Marcia. “Turn slowly, but don’t be too obvious.”

Marcia did her best to peek over her shoulder. There were two boys in the direction that Katy was pointing. “Which one?”

“Tim Callahan.”

“Why?”

“Well, he’s 18…he’s fit. He seems like the type Mr. Bentley would pick. I’ve also heard he’s huge.”

Marcia focused on Tim. He was handsome, with a nice smile. She had been in a large friends group with him a couple of times.

Then she started picturing him naked. With a huge cock. And him on top of her, driving that cock into her grasping pussy. In front of Katy and a whole classroom…

“Ahem!”

Marcia turned to see Ms. Cartright right next to her.

“In this class, ESPECIALLY in this class, when I ask you to focus, you need to FOCUS, Miss Brady!”

Marcia reddened and nodded. “Yes, Ms. Cartright…sorry! It won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t, young lady.” And the teacher walked back to the front of the room.

Marcia sighed and looked back toward Tim. He was looking at her. He had a slight smile on his face.

++What did that mean?++

….

At the break bell rang for the end of 6th period, Marcia practically ran out of the room. She had mentally memorized the location of her destination. It was in a part of the campus that she hadn’t been to before. She walked out through the quad, into the beautiful sunlight of a Los Angeles late summer afternoon, Dikmen travestileri and headed toward a small building on the perimeter. There were few students around, and she walked in through the swinging glass doors. She was looking for Room 100A…she passed by Room 100 and stopped. She was about to peek into that room when she heard a familiar voice.

“Marcia! In here, my dear!”

Mr. Bentley was leaning out of 100A waving her in. She smiled and half-ran to go in.

“Hi, Mr. Bentley! I’m so excited, you have no idea!”

Mr. Bentley laughed. “Oh, don’t be so sure…I know a bit about you, Miss Brady. You are one of my Subjects after all. We’re just waiting for the other three…wait…”

The door opened, and a face peeked around the opening. “Am…am I in the right room…for the class?”

“Yes, dear! Come in! Lily, this is Marcia Brady. Marcia, this is Lily Chen. A fellow Subject.”

Marcia had seen Lily before around school, though they didn’t share many classes. Lily was an AP engineering student, amazingly good with numbers. Probably fast-tracked to an Ivy League school at the end of the year.

Lily was a head shorter than Marcia, with jet black hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her skin was pale like porcelain, her eyes dark, and her features were delicate. She wore a pretty blue dress that went past her knees, and high socks.

Marcia looked at the girl a bit dubiously. Lily didn’t look like she belonged anywhere near this class. Mr. Bentley, perhaps sensing Marcia’s disbelief, interjected.

“Lily, why did I pick you to be a Subject?”

Lily looked at Mr. Bentley, considered for a moment, then turned to look straight into Marcia’s eyes. She said in a quiet respectful tone, “To fuck. I’m obsessed with cock. The bigger, the better. I love sex, and I don’t get enough of it normally. I want to know everything I can about all different types of sex, including sex with girls. Girls like you, Marcia. I would like to fuck you soon, Marcia. Would that be alright?”

Marcia blinked. She then smiled, leaned in close, and kissed Lily on the mouth. Lily hesitated for a moment, then returned the kiss.

The door opened a moment later, and the two girls decoupled as Katy zipped into the room.

“Hi Marcia! You must have run all the way here!” Katy was out of breath, and her perfect breasts were heaving from the effort. She then looked at Lily. “Hi, I’m Katy!”

Lily was frozen, drinking in the voluptuous girl bouncing in front of her. Marcia giggled.

“Katy, this is Lily! Lily…would you like to see Katy’s tits?”

Lily tore her eyes away from ogling Katy’s form to look at her face. “May I?”

Katy nodded excitedly, “Sure! I think you’ll like ’em!” And with that, she completely took off her sweater, tossing it to the side. She never wore a bra…her youth keeping the large rack fully firm.

Lily’s mouth dropped open. “They…they are beautiful.” She reached up a hand tentatively. “May I touch them?”

“Not only can you touch them, but you can also suck them if you’d like…I bet you want to take one of these nipples in your mouth, don’t you?”

Lily nodded reverently, lightly placing one hand on a breast while placing her open mouth on the other, pulling in an erect nipple to her mouth. Katy sighed happily as Lily began to suckle, petting Lily on the head lovingly.

The door was still open from when Katy came in when a fourth girl entered. Only Marcia saw her enter, as the other two girls were occupied. Marcia silently marveled.

The girl that entered was as tall as Lily was short. At least 6 feet tall, she was very dark-skinned, and her hair was done in long, ropey, colorful braids. She was wearing athletic shorts which accentuated her incredibly long legs and butt, and she observed everything with glittering green eyes. She looked at the other girls, watched Katy and Lily for a moment, then looked at Marcia and smiled, a warm inviting smile.

Mr. Bentley chimed in. “Kaia, I’m glad you made it! This is Marcia Brady…Marcia, this is Kaia Dansohko. She’s a transfer from a school in Senegal…she’ll be on the volleyball team!”

Marcia nodded. “You certainly have the legs for it!”

Kaia smiled wider. She spoke, her accent thick and sultry. “You like them? How much do you like them?”

Marcia licked her lips. “I like them a lot…I would like to see more of them, like where they end.”

Mr. Bentley cleared his throat. “Okay, ladies…time to pay attention.” All four girls ceased their flirting and turned, though Lily’s hand lingered on one of Katy’s breasts for a long moment.

“This room…this is exclusively for you four ladies. The students are not allowed in here, and that will be stressed to them. Any time you need to come Travesti dikmen to a safe place, you can come in here. Even I will only enter with your permission.” He looked around at the four, and then continued. “If you need to use the bathroom, go through that door,” and he pointed toward a door in the back of the dressing room.

“Currently, the students are entering the classroom, outside the door I came through. I’m going to go out in a moment and go through all of the housekeeping to get the class going. While that’s going on, You’ll all remove all clothing and put those robes on.” He motioned to four plush-looking robes hung on hangers at each of four lockers.

“The lockers are all the same…you all can pick which you like. You’ll have about 10 minutes to change and be ready to come out.

“Also, this first class. They’re going to be doing a written project…it won’t be long, but I want them to do it while seeing the four of you enjoy each other. I’m going pair you up. I know that Miss Brady and Miss Jenkins have the most experience in lesbian coupling, so Marcia, I want you to be with Lily, and Katy, you’ll be with Kaia.”

Marcia and Lily locked eyes. Lily looked serious and proper, Marcia couldn’t wait to taste that little pussy of hers.

Katy looked a bit intimidated by Kaia at first, but they she saw the other girl’s initial shyness.

++She doesn’t have a lot of experience with girls, I think.++

So she moved up close and said, “I’m gonna make you feel SO good!” Kaia grinned broadly, the initial nervousness burning away under Katy’s radiant gaze.

“Alright…you’ve got about 10 minutes. I’ll knock when I’m ready to bring you in.” And with that, he went out the door.

The four girls looked at each other for a moment. Marcia spoke first. “Who wants which locker?”

As soon as the girls had chosen lockers, the undressing began. Starting with Marcia, each girl disrobed individually while the other three admired the show. Katy had seen Marcia naked countless times, but loved seeing her nudity every time. Both of the other girls took in Marcia’s tanned body, round breasts, and neatly trimmed pussy. Then, almost as an afterthought, Marcia slowly pulled out the egg, still buzzing from constant use.

Kaia was stunned. “Has that device been inside you all day?”

Marcia nodded and she wiped the egg off with a baby wipe and put it in her bag. “It’s been an experience…pro tip, don’t let someone else control the thing while you’re trying to write an English paper.” And she glared at Katy, who demurred.

Kaia picked up on the subtext and nodded. “That is…good advice.”

Lily was next. She slipped off the blue dress and neatly hung it in her locker. Next were her bra and panties, lastly her knee-high socks. Marcia shook her head. “I wish you could leave those on. You are so hot in only those socks.” Lily actually blushed across the bridge of her nose, and Marcia giggled.

Lily was small in stature, but her breasts were a good size for her frame, and she was a lot curvier than what her dress had let on. She stood very still, then looked up at Marcia with those dark eyes, and Marcia’s heart skipped a beat.

Next it was Katy. This didn’t take long as she was already topless to start, but the room appreciated Katy’s round ass to go with those huge tits. She looked at Kaia, a little nervous. Kaia had a predatory look on her face. “Seriously, it looks like you want to eat me.”

Kaia sucked in saliva building in her mouth. “There’s so much I want to do to you.”

Lastly, the African girl peeled the clothes from her long, lean body. Her skin was such a beautiful shade of ebony. It was strong, but also undoubtedly feminine. Overall, she looked like a living Greek statue.

Before she had a chance to put on her robe, Katy moved close, her robe open, and kissed Kaia deeply, her hands sliding across the other girl’s body. Kaia responded by kneading Katy’s ass under her robe.

Marcia looked at Lily. “We’ve got about 2 minutes. Come here.”

Dutifully, Lily walked over. Marcia sat down on one of the benches, and pulled Lily onto her lap, straddling Marcia’s legs. They started kissing as well, and the room was silent apart for the moans and kisses of four very aroused women.

A couple of minutes (or was it hours?) later, there was a knock on the door. Katy was the closest, and ruefully disengaged from her lover and opened it. Mr. Bentley came in and smiled, seeing what had been going on.

“It’s so good to see you all enjoying each other. It bodes well for the program.

“Are you all ready? The class is prepared and wait for your introduction.”

The four girls straightened themselves, made sure their robes were on and tied, looked at each other, then to Mr. Bentley, where they all nodded.

“Good. When I lead you out to the central dais, I will assign the four of you each a spot. When I say your name and point to a spot, sit in that spot. Okay, let’s go!”

With that, Mr. Bentley led the four Subjects into the class.

—–

End of Part 2

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Second to last part. Enjoy. -L

9

“I was supposed to see Angie today,” Tessa complains from the kitchen of the apartment. She and Reyna have stopped by after lunch before they leave for the mall. “You never let me see her anymore.”

This, Tessa says with a pout, her arms folded cutely over her chest. “You know her birthday’s coming up and we were going to do something…since she can’t invite me to the party.”

Reyna smiles, placing a chaste kiss on her mistress’s pouty lips.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” she exclaims. “How rude of me.”

Tessa refuses to crack a smile. “You promised you’d let me see her.”

“I know, baby.”

“Well, when–“

“After I buy you your dress. Okay?”

“Okay,” Tessa concedes. It’s not so much that she misses Angie, but rather she misses her simplicity. She misses their mornings together and going home and not to her–Reyna’s– apartment to have really good sex with Angie’s wife. Tessa misses feeling innocent in a relationship with someone who isn’t loved by anyone else.

“Also, I’m sure I can arrange an invitation for you to the party…but you’ll be on twin-duty. And whatever other children Angie’s friends have.”

Tessa’s ears perk up at this. “Wait, really?”

“Sure, if you don’t mind me kissing you when my wife isn’t around.”

Tessa blushes until her freckles disappear into the red sea of her cheeks. She looks away from Reyna, fidgeting her hands nervously. She hates the effect Reyna has on her.

“God, I hope they don’t bring their husbands,” Reyna frowns, her face now contorted into lines and angles. Tessa has to laugh.

“Well, maybe she’ll invite her yoga instructor, Irene. I think she’s gay.”

Reyna frowns. “Really? Angie told me that she had a fiancé…that he was handsome. You know, given her expertise in men.”

Tessa frowns. This is not what Angie has told her about Irene. Angie has told Tessa about how Angie enjoys watching Irene stretch and that Irene sometimes works with her after class. (This is why sometimes, Angie is gone to yoga for more than an hour.) But, unless Angie was trying to hide something from her wife, there is no reason for her to have lied. The inconsistencies are making Tessa think.

“How is my wife, anyway?” Reyna smiles, following Tessa to the living room. “Has she given you any earth-shattering orgasms? Anything I need to feel threatened by?”

Tessa rolls her eyes, plopping onto the couch. It is as if Reyna knows what happened between Tessa and her wife. And she probably does, if she knows all about Angie’s affair. (Wait. Are the cameras still up?) This thought makes Tessa blush.

“Don’t sit down, baby,” Reyna says. “We’re about to go shopping.”

Standing, Tessa rolls her eyes again.

“Keep rolling them and they’re going to get stuck,” Reyna says, walking to the front door to hold it open for Tessa.

“Fuck you.”

Reyna pinches Tessa’s ass as she walks by. “Don’t tempt me,” she husks into her mistress’s ear, dangling her car keys in front of Tessa’s face.

Revealing her dimple, Tessa places a kiss on Reyna’s lips before hailing the elevator down to Reyna’s SUV. The next button she presses is Reyna’s keyless ignition. (She ignores Reyna’s step-by-step instructions for how to drive her car.)

“Ooh, Reyna. Can I show you around campus?” Tessa says, pulling out of the parking garage.

“Sure.” Reyna crosses her hands in her lap, ever polite.

After the three-minute drive to campus, Tessa is looking wistfully out of the window and pointing out all of the significant sights at her school. Reyna sports a reserved smile the entire time, nodding when appropriate and turning her head when Tessa tells her to.

“Why don’t you ever pick me up from class?” Tessa smiles after pointing out a sprawling academic building. “Wouldn’t that be so cute? You could like pick up your college girl and take her to lunch. And then fuck her and drop her back off.”

Reyna frowns deeply, resting her head back against the seat. (She looks very uncomfortable.) “No, I don’t think that would be cute.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t date ‘college girls,'” Reyna frowns. “If you weren’t the person I discovered my wife cheating on me with, I would have never looked your way.” (This is said with Reyna’s modest chest.)

“What, if you’d found out about someone else first, you would’ve seduced them instead of me?”

“Maybe. The point is, I would not make a show out of seducing my eighteen-year-old nanny like my wife did. I’m not a pervert.”

“I know you’re not, baby–“

“I have children that I will pick up from college one day. Not you. That’s…there is something wrong about that. We’re both adults, and I’m only ten years older than you. That’s not much older.”

“I know.”

If Angie hasn’t come to terms with her guilt, then Reyna hasn’t come to terms with the fact that she has a sexual relationship with a college student. Honestly, it is a bit funny.

This concludes Avcılar travesti Reyna’s college tour.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The rest of the hour-long ride to the mall is silent save for Tessa’s iPhone GPS. Tessa has a fleeting thought about her phone, how Reyna hasn’t asked for it in weeks. But now, it is rare that Tessa even thinks about it when she is with Reyna. She is conditioned to focus all of her energy on her beautiful brunette.

Smiling, Tessa rests her hand in Reyna’s, her eyes focused on the ever-changing view out of the windshield. There are trees, more trees, then a highway exit, and then a parking lot. Tessa removes herself from the driver’s seat and follows Reyna to the front door of the mall. Reyna collects her keys as Tessa leaves the car.

With the seal of the revolving door broken, sound floods into Tessa’s ears. Suddenly, there begins a roar of bustling consumers…of their children in various states of displeasure and the dissonant chorus of music playing from different stores. It is a high-end mall, but its natural soundtrack betrays it as what it is, a playground for adults (Reyna and Tessa included).

This far away from home, Tessa is not surprised when Reyna emerges from the revolving doors and her hand slips almost immediately into Tessa’s. Tessa interlocks their fingers and relishes the feeling of Reyna’s strong knuckles and warm palms and cool rings. She allows Reyna to lead her to the mall directory and to lead her away before Tessa sees where they are headed. When she asks, Reyna’s soft lips only part in a smile. Her warm brown eyes are coy and clear (and happy). Tessa shakes her head (happy, too).

The first store looks expensive. Tessa barely has a chance to read its name before Reyna leads her inside by her waist and pushes her to the first rack of clothes they encounter.

“Find a few dresses and we’ll go try them on,” Reyna says.

Tessa wonders why Reyna says ‘we’. After all, Reyna is not the most devoted dress-wearer Tessa knows…Reyna is not even close. Tessa has never seen Reyna in a dress.

Sifting through the rack of clothes, Tessa finds a beautifully tailored, simple, sky-blue dress. It is more casual than fancy but radiates class and color. When Reyna sees Tessa’s expression, she removes the dress from the rack. She shows Tessa the size (not the price), and when Tessa nods, Reyna drags her to the dressing room where she waits for Tessa to invite her to judge it.

This procedure is repeated until Tessa grows inevitably irritated and asks if they can switch stores. Reyna laughs and leads Tessa and her five fitting frocks to the register, paying the exorbitant price without so much as a glance at the receipt. Wishing the cashier a good afternoon, Reyna takes the bag of dresses and Tessa’s hand to lead them to the next store, a lingerie store.

At the entrance, Tessa glares so fiercely at Reyna that Reyna almost wants to take a picture. (She doesn’t; that would require her phone.)

“Are you upset that I want to buy you new clothes?” Reyna smiles.

“No, I’m upset that you want to buy me lingerie. You said a dress.”

“And I bought you five,” Reyna counters, steering Tessa into the store. If Tessa has a rebuttal to this, it goes unsaid.

In this store, Reyna gives Tessa her bag of dresses and finds the lingerie herself. She presents Tessa with matching sets of bras and panties to try on, sometimes just one or the other. She approves of some and dismisses others, eventually returning with a lacy set that reminds Tessa of the panties she lost in Angie’s bedroom.

“Try this on,” Reyna says. “I think I’d like to see you in pink. My wife would never wear pink for me.”

“I’ve never seen you in pink either,” Tessa counters.

“That’s beside the point,” Reyna smiles. “Besides, I have reason to believe you like to wear pink.”

Tessa huffs and slips the bra and panties between the door and its frame. (The door slams closed.) When the door opens to Tessa clothed, Reyna’s frown is only matched by her mistress’s. Then, Reyna’s arms are full of Tessa’s lingerie.

“Did you want something, too? Or are we just shopping for me?”

“Did you see anything you’d like to see me in?” Reyna asks.

Pensive, Tessa saunters to a display of black, lacy thongs. She plucks one out and places it on Reyna’s pile of clothes, then a matching bra. She walks toward the cash register and Reyna follows.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Where are we going?” Tessa asks when Reyna passes the exit for their neighborhood.

“I’m taking you to my office, baby,” Reyna says, her eyes never leaving the road.

Tessa frowns. “You said I would get to see Angie,” she complains.

“Didn’t you tell me you wanted me to show you my office? Well, here’s your opportunity.”

“But you promised–“

“Quiet,” Reyna orders, throwing a stern glance at her mistress. “We’re closed now, and I only need to pick up a few papers. Avcılar travestileri Then, I’ll take you home.”

“Okay,” Tessa concedes, playing with the hem of her skirt. In less than a minute, Reyna’s hand has joined hers in her lap. Tessa accepts the hand graciously, interlacing their fingers on her summer-tanned thigh.

In the daylight, Tessa hardly recognizes the building. It is a standard office building with many floors, and Tessa has no idea which one will be Reyna’s. The thought is exciting. That finally, she will get to see where Reyna spends so much of her days. Where her lover works.

The lot is a different question. With the lot comes memories of Tessa’s first meaningful encounter with Reyna. Where Reyna offered her proposal and rejected Tessa’s objections. With every dark, identical floor, Tessa becomes dizzier. The knot of her previous emotions begins to weave itself again into her veins. She closes her eyes to focus on breathing. When she opens them, the car has stopped in a parking space only two away from the elevator. (It is the sixth floor.)

“Are you okay?” Reyna states.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Bring the bags inside.”

A frown embeds itself in the skin above Tessa’s eyebrows. Tessa wants to ask ‘why,’ but she knows better by now. Reyna has a purpose for the bags. That is explanation enough.

The walk inside is short, and Reyna is soon using a key to unlock the large glass doors to her office. The white letters on the window spell ‘Levánta’. But Tessa does not have time to read anything else before Reyna has disappeared down a corridor. Tessa follows her into a nicely furnished office, adorned with contemporary art and one image of Reyna’s wife and children.

“You sell coffee?” Tessa asks, dropping the bags to the side of Reyna’s desk before approaching her.

“Yes. Why?” Reyna replies from her office chair.

“Then, why do you only drink tea?”

“I drink coffee before work,” Reyna counters. “But I like tea better.” (In fact, Reyna has always liked tea better. This should have been the first clue to her parents that she was unlike the rest of the Loaiza family.)

When Tessa nods slowly and thoughtfully, Reyna clears her throat to change the subject.

“Why don’t you model some of your panties for me?” she suggests, leaning her elbows on her desk.

“Here?” Tessa frowns.

Reyna gives Tessa a pointed look.

“No, like right now?”

Reyna sighs. “Please don’t play stupid, Tessa. I do not have time for two dumb blondes who don’t want to change in front of me.” She slips her hands under Tessa’s shirt, cupping her bra.

“I know you want to model for me,” Reyna says, sliding her hands to the back of Tessa’s body to unclasp her bra. “Come on.”

One by one, Tessa models the sets of lingerie and dresses Reyna has bought for her. She twirls when Reyna asks her to. She allows Reyna to admire her purchases and pauses between changing to whisper a seductive ‘thank you’ in Reyna’s ear. By the last set of lingerie, the one that Tessa deprived Reyna of seeing in the store, Reyna is aroused. Her breaths are robust. The somber color of her eyes pools moisture in Tessa’s new, pink panties.

Reyna reaches down into a drawer and pulls something out. From her vantage point, Tessa can’t tell what it is. But Reyna is still watching her as she does whatever she is doing, still rapt with attention to the details of Tessa’s bra. Her gaze is so intense now. It is so enraptured that Tessa is not sure how much longer she can take it.

“Reyna?” Tessa asks, shivering.

“I want you,” Reyna growls. “I want you right now, and I’m going to have you right here on my desk. Come here, baby.”

Tessa comes around the desk until she is close, between Reyna’s thighs. She tries not to twitch as Reyna’s hands hold her closely, tightly by her ass. But then, Tessa is distracted. Her eyes widen dramatically at the large dildo and straps in Reyna’s hand.

“Do you know how many girls I’ve fucked here in my office?” Reyna asks, her voice little more than labored breaths.

“No.”

“Well, I suppose you wouldn’t. The answer is zero.”

If Reyna has never fucked anyone in her office (not that there would be anyone for her to fuck other than her wife), then…

“Then, why do you have…that?”

“This?” Reyna asks, turning the black phallus over in her hand. “Well, I never said that I didn’t plan to fuck anyone in my office. My wife was quite fond of my strap-on, back in the day. We were together four years before the children.”

Tessa’s eyes widen even more. “You used that on–“

“No,” Reyna interrupts. “This one, Tessa, is just for you.” Pulling Tessa down by her hair, Reyna sucks the girl into a deep kiss. Tessa knows that the kiss is to shut her up, but she allows it anyway. Besides, Reyna is an amazing kisser. Tessa loves kissing her.

“On the desk, Tessa.”

“What?”

“Come on. Up, up, my pretty girl. And spread your legs and play Travesti avcılar with that wet little pussy for me.”

Tessa scrambles up onto the desk. She tries to follow Reyna’s orders quickly, but for Reyna, she is rarely quick enough. Predictably, Reyna handles Tessa under her thighs and lifts her onto the desk before she can finish the act herself. And then, Reyna is standing between Tessa’s legs with the same control that she had when Tessa was between hers. Tessa dips her fingers into her panties before Reyna can do that for her too.

“How wet are you?” Reyna pulls Tessa to the edge of the desk by her hips.

Rubbing her fingertips quickly over her clit, Tessa moans. The sound of her pussy is obscene, to the point where Reyna should be able to tell how wet she is. And in case she can’t tell, Tessa lifts her fingers out of her panties to rest on Reyna’s lips.

Reyna takes Tessa’s wrist into her hand, Tessa’s fingers between her lips and sucks them down to the knuckle. She licks every drop of Tessa from her fingers, down to the bone. Then, she slips her hand into Tessa’s hair.

“Tell me who you belong to.” Reyna husks, hovering over Tessa’s form. She is so close that they are breathing each other’s air.

“Who you belong–“

“Quiet, you little brat. Who do you belong to?” Reyna husks. She accentuates this by biting Tessa’s lip (gently, as a warning).

“I’m yours.”

“You belong to me,” Reyna corrects.

“I belong to you,” Tessa repeats, rolling her eyes.

Reyna ignores this, pressing closer. Closer until she is so enveloped in Tessa’s thighs and Tessa’s arms that they resemble a ceramic figurine. “And not my whore wife,” Reyna asserts.

Tessa frowns. She does not want to say that.

“Come on, Tessa. Say it.”

And after all they’ve been through, Reyna is as irresistible as always. Angie is at home, with Reyna’s children. The children that she doesn’t shield from her affair(s, for all Tessa knows). Is Reyna so wrong to call Angie a whore?

“Not…your whore wife.”

“Good girl.”

With this, Reyna separates her body from Tessa’s to weave the dildo’s straps between and around her thighs. Tessa watches as Reyna tightens them precisely…as she readies herself to fuck Tessa. And then, Tessa gasps as Reyna’s fingers slip down her panties and into her wetness. Tessa is penetrated with one finger and then two until Reyna has set a fast pace within her. Reyna continues her fast pace until there is no more resistance, until Tessa is panting and clasping at her arm.

Reyna slips her fingers from Tessa and pulls at her mistress’s panties violently. Tessa is forced to lift her hips from the desk to avoid being burned by the fast-moving fabric. Reyna thrusts the pink panties to the floor and then pulls Tessa’s hips to the edge of the desk. Her phallus is lined up at Tessa’s entrance now, one hand bracing it and the other, heavy on Tessa’s stomach. As if an afterthought, Reyna looks up to Tessa’s eyes.

Tessa nods quickly. Then, she screams. Reyna has no patience with her, she has quickly thrusted the thick dildo into Tessa’s pussy, then paused immediately. The only restraint she has mustered is the small portion of the cock that is in Tessa (which is growing by the second). Within a minute, Reyna has buried the entire dildo in her mistress. This is when she starts.

Reyna is so rough it is almost painful. Each thrust displaces Tessa farther away from her until Reyna has to hold her still by her thighs, fucking deep and primal into her mistress. Tessa cums and cums again, each time heightening her sensitivity by twenty points.

“I feel that,” Reyna grits through her teeth. Tessa is confused, but her distracted mind finally processes what Reyna has said. Reyna’s hand is still on Tessa’s stomach. Reyna can feel the cock inside of her. Gazing lazily up into Reyna’s eyes, Tessa orgasms again.

Suddenly, Reyna stops, and Tessa is only present enough to feel Reyna’s fingers in her hair to flip her over. Tessa’s feet have just touched the floor when Reyna’s cock fucks back into her wetness. (The source of her wetness; a lot of her is wet).

Reyna slips her arm under Tessa’s head until her chin is framed by Reyna’s elbow. Her thrusts resume in a humping, rough frenzy until Tessa is emitting a low, endless moan which is interrupted by yelps of pleasure.

“I want your pretty lips around my cock,” Reyna husks abruptly, pulling Tessa down to her knees by her hair. “Faster,” she says, punctuating the word with a slap to Tessa’s face. (If this upsets Tessa, she will surely complain.)

Tessa has barely taken Reyna into her mouth when Reyna emits another order.

“Reach down and touch your pussy while you suck me off,” Reyna commands in her accent which is stronger-during-sex.

Tessa complies quickly, reaching down to her hot pussy to press her fingers deep inside. Her moan reverberates through the dildo and into Reyna’s clit. Groaning, Reyna sinks her fingers into Tessa’s hair, beginning a rough pace with her hips.

With each thrust of Reyna’s cock into Tessa’s throat, Tessa sinks her fingers deep inside of herself to the palm of her hand. All of her screams and choking are muffled by Reyna’s intensity. All of her protests are muffled by her own desire.

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Zelophobia

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Love me, use me, Never let me go. Quench this unbearable thirst, this fire in my soul. Give me orders MA’AM I need your control, something to fill this massive hole.

Use me, hate me, ravage me, destroy me, as long as in the end you promise to make me feel alive. For your approval I will always strive, spank my butt, slap my face, anything to please. Grab my neck, hold me down, pull my hair, only my screams and moans will be in the air. I need it, I want it, I have no fear, please don’t mind my tears.

Stroke me like a harp, pluck me like a guitar string, tighten me up, and slap my face, so I scream your name. I want to feel passion, I need to feel pain, you know I have no shame. Lick me, tempt me, push me, pull me, throw me to the bed, tie me down, make me sing. I want to pass your test, I want to get my wings.

Hold me down, shatter me, make me taste ass, pew. Pick me apart, to rebuild me, I only want to please you, on my knees, waiting to serve, needing your love too, you’ve awaken something inside me one of the few.

You found Alsancak travesti me cracked, empty and useless, now fixed, filled full in your service. Oh, please bite my nipples. I long for your nibbles,

Please don’t leave me I promise to obey! Hold me strong so my pieces don’t stray, knowing my punishment, oh how I’ll pay. Here in you arms MA’AM forever I will stay.

Zelophobia: an intense fear of jealousy or of strong emotion…….

How did I become a prisoner to someone else’s fears and jealousy? Gradually over time is the simple answer, it becomes normal to be berated and beaten, I even liked the pain mistaking it for love and tenderness. But that’s not the interesting part of the story, the real story begins when I crawled up, fond strength, survived, that’s when I found out who really loved me and who just loved the idea they had of me.

I’ve found I’m many different things a lover, a daughter, a lawyer, a sister, a friend, an aunt, a musician, a mentor but none of those things define me. I define Alsancak travestileri me every day by being loving and caring, thoughtful and helpful, each day I am reborn. I met Pixie quite by chance, a brilliant woman, author, teacher, valued friend, ten years my senior why she took interest in me puzzles me even today.

That first time she was so gentle, so loving, so tender, taking me where I didn’t even know I wanted to go. I respect her, she respects me, that is love mutual respect, someone you still want to talk to after. Dazzle my mind, my body will follow, Pixie dazzles my mind even when she giggles.

She create something out of nothing, built an empire, but still hangs on my every word even when I babble, which I do a lot, so much in my head wanting out. When we make love it is tender and fun, she so cute little her night gown and robe and that British accent gets me every time.

She’s in England now 3879 miles away, but still is my best lover, why? Because she dazzles my brain the biggest sex Travesti alsancak organ. That first night together when she whispered “I want to taste you” I almost orgasmed right then. I was so wet, my scent filled the room, her tongue making squishy noises as she worked me to the edge. Flooding her face with my sweet nectar, kissing her after, tasting myself on her lips.

Touching her, rubbing her, making her sing sweet music, watching her writhe in pleasure. All these things fill my brain when we talk, the sound of her voice makes me wet, trained in tenderness. Maybe it was foretold way back in the days of old, how she rocks my Irish soul, has we walk into the English moors, it feels mystic. We were born before the wind but younger then the sun. Hark now, hear my cry, smell the sea, feel the sky., When the day is done, my work complete, I don’t want to fear it, I want to feel it, I’ll be coming home soon. Once again you will dazzle my mind and rock my soul, from pain to tenderness, from humiliation to understanding.

I’m so glad I found my sweet Pixie and her magic room of minions. Our stories connect us in ways most of you will never understand. A bond that makes life better, she completes me, my dear friend saved me. I like, respect, the person looking back at me in the mirror again.

Thank You for Reading Yours Truly Cheryle

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The Journey Ch. 06

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Welcome, Friend, to Chapter Six of The Journey.

Special thanks to my beta readers, ArmyGal33, AvidReader223, Bramblethorn and GinnyPPC, and as always, my editor AwkwardMD.

~~ Washington, DC, September ~~

“M-m-m-m-morning.” Jane purred contentedly, like a kitten with a belly full of milk. She stretched, then nestled back against me. I rubbed my cheek against the short hair on the back of her neck. As usual, I was the big spoon.

“Morning, pretty girl. Sleep okay?”

“How could I not? After what you did to me last night?”

I kissed her ear and felt a rush of happiness. “That’s on you. Curled up on the couch, wearing your cute new glasses that make you look like a sexy librarian when I got here.”

It was still hard for me to wrap my head around our thing. Since my run-in with Addison, we’d gone from me spending every Saturday night, to spending every Friday and Saturday night together at her house. She’d been staying up until one in the morning waiting for me to come over after my Friday driving shift. Then I’d been staying with her until I headed to Abuela’s to help with wrapping tamales on Sunday mornings. She’d even come to watch me bowl a few times on Sunday night then spent the night at my apartment.

She made a sound of displeasure. “I hate having to wear glasses to read.”

“You stare at a computer screen ten hours a day, what do you expect? I’m sorry you have to wear them, but they’re sexy as hell.” Like much of Jane’s fashion sense, her new glasses were stylishly retro. Black frames, pointed up at the corners like cat’s eyes.

I ran my hand down her side to caress one of her magnificent ass cheeks.

“What do you want to do this morning before we settle down to homework? Farmer’s market? Skating?” she asked me.

“Skating to the farmer’s market?”

“See, this is why we’re perfect together.”

I felt the usual stab of doubt in my gut whenever she said things like that, but I’d been getting better at squashing it lately.

“Maybe that smoothie guy will be back. I could go for a mango-peach for breakfast,” I said, as I ran my fingertips over the cleft of her ass. “I could go for a slice of Jane too.”

She shivered, and said, “You say the nicest things!”

I threw the covers off of us, then slid my hand under her leg, lifting her knee towards the ceiling and resting her foot on my leg. I let my hand slide over the inside of her thigh to stroke the soft skin there. She purred when my hand cupped her sex. I kissed the skin on the back of her neck as I used my index and ring finger to part her lips while my middle finger gently stroked her clit. She wasn’t wet, but I knew from experience how fast that would change.

“Baby, you’ll never get me out of bed doing that,” she whispered.

“Who says I want to get you out of bed?” I dipped my finger inside her. Wetness. I stroked in and out a few times to liberally coat my finger with her juices, then returned my attention to her clit.

“O-o-o-h, that feels nice,” she murmured. I kept a steady rhythm, alert for her tell-tale signs. As soon as she started rocking her hips against my hand and holding her breath, I stopped, heading off her incipient orgasm.

“You tease,” she whined.

I’d learned early on that Jane’s sexual tastes were pretty far from my usual moves. She wasn’t much into being dominated, and didn’t really like my strap-on. She’d let me fuck her with it once but I knew it wasn’t her favorite, so I’d never suggested using it again. I’d grown used to her more romantic style, but I still wanted to be the take charge bitch sometimes. Lately, I’d come to appreciate how I could take charge of her with teasing, almost as much as I used to enjoy throwing someone around or fucking up against the wall.

I slipped my arm out from under her and pulled her over on her back. Scooting down, I lifted her right leg over my shoulder. I nuzzled her clit with my nose, making her giggle. I couldn’t get enough of her scent. I brought my hand up and used my fingers to spread her lips wide and lowered my head.

“God, you’re good at that,” she said as I flattened my tongue and pressed it against her clit.

I smiled, but didn’t stop, nodding my head in the rhythm I knew worked for her. She started rubbing her foot on my back. I loved it when she did that. I could feel her getting close again, so I slowed my pace. She sighed, with pleasure, not frustration. She knew I’d get her there. When I was ready.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. I looked up to see her turn her head. She started to reach out for it then stopped herself.

I paused my ministrations. “It’s okay, go ahead. I know you’re expecting a call from your publisher.”

She grabbed her phone and checked the screen. “Yeah, it’s Shirley. Hang on a second.” She hit the button to take the call. “Hey Shirl, happy Saturday. No, haven’t even left the house yet… Yeah, it’s a lazy weekend, shopping and reviewing Taksim travesti student’s outlines. Uh huh… uh huh… I–ah!” Jane cried out in surprise as I slid my finger inside her. She half-heartedly glared at me. “Sorry… I… dropped something. What did you say?”

I grinned, as I added a second finger then curled my fingertips. Her mouth made a perfect O, then she violently shook her head at me, mouthing Stop!

I put on my best innocent face, mouthing Stop what? Then I bent my head and started licking her again, never taking my eyes off her face.

“Um… yeah. Okay, so… right. Yeah. No, the cover art looks… um, it great. I mean, it’s great, I’m super happy with it.” She put her hand over the phone and whispered “Stop it! You have to–ohmygod–stop!” She uncovered the phone, trying to pay attention. “What? No, sorry, my cat is attacking my foot.”

I giggled. “Your cat?” I whispered. My hand never stopped moving.

“Stop it!” She hissed, then turned back to the phone. “So, what’s the big news? Uh huh… um…”

I started licking again. Her eyes rolled up on her head and she bit her lip, her free hand grabbing my short hair painfully. Which I didn’t mind in the least.

“What?!” Jane yelled. She pushed me off her and sat up. “Are you serious?!” I stopped, looking up at her with concern, but her face was lit up in delight. “That’s awesome, Shirl! Yes! For real, I was hoping for it, but I never thought… Yes, I want her to get an invitation! I doubt she’ll come but… no, that’s great!” She saw my questioning look and gave me a big thumbs-up. I laid back down on her leg, but didn’t continue my mischievous activities.

Her conversation continued for a few more minutes, diverging into the minutiae that came with releasing an academic book. I contented myself with tracing shapes on her leg with my finger while I listened to her end of the call.

“Okay Shirl… Okay… Thank you so much! Yes. Okay, I’ll see you next weekend.” She hung up.

“What’s the big news?” I asked.

“Nikole Hannah-Jones is going to blurb my book!”

“Who is that? What does ‘blurb your book’ mean?”

“It’s the most amazing news, which I’ll tell you about later!” she said, grabbing my hair again and tugging my face back between her legs. “Finish what you started first!”

“Yes ma’am!” I said, and happily bent to my work. I was rewarded with a long, happy moan.

“Watch it!” I yelled at a guy on a bicycle an hour later. He’d flown through a red light and almost clipped me as Jane and I skated through a crosswalk. “Asshole!”

“That was a nice move, dodging him like that. You’re getting better. You won’t need your kneepads soon,” Jane said.

After I’d fallen and given myself a second set of street pizzas on my knee, Jane had bought me a pair of heavy plastic knee pads, I think as a joke. But I was enjoying my new hobby of skating enough, and was also clearly not as good as Jane, that I wore them every time we went out. The scuffs on the black plastic was testament to their worth.

“I don’t know, I kinda like them. Besides, they could be more useful than just skating, you know.”

“How so?” she asked me quizzically. She let go of my hand briefly as we let a lamp post pass between us, then reached for it again.

“Well, I mean aside from skating, these would come in handy if I wanted to go down on you while you were sitting on your kitchen island again. Your hardwood floors aren’t great on the knees, you know.”

Jane giggled and blushed at the same time, looking around to see if anyone had heard me. “You’re terrible.”

“So, what’s the big deal about getting a ‘blurb’ on your book? What is that?”

“Oh, right. My publisher sends advanced reader copies of my book to people before it goes to print. Other professors in my field, journalists, book reviewers, it’s all part of the publicity efforts. I can ask my publisher to ask if any of them liked it enough to write like a one or two sentence ‘blurb’ which gets put on the cover as a teaser, to encourage people to buy it.”

“Ah. Makes sense.”

“Right. So, I’d asked Shirley if she’d ask Professor Hannah-Jones at Howard about a blurb. I’d put her on the list of people I wanted an ARC sent to–“

“ARC?”

“That’s the short-hand for the advanced reader copies.”

“Gotcha.”

“Anyway, people like her get tons of unsolicited stuff. I had no expectation she’d even read it, much less get back to Shirley about putting a blurb on my cover. This is huge! Not only could it really help my sales, but I’m such a fan of hers. I can’t believe she read it! She read my book!”

“That’s cool, babe. Who is she?”

“Are you kidding me?” Jane said as we rolled up to the farmer’s market.

“No, I don’t think I know her. Oh sweet, the smoothie guy is here,” I said pointing.

“Wow. Okay, well… I guess that’s on me. No reason you should know I suppose. She’s the journalist Taksim travestileri who spearheaded the 1619 Project.”

“That I’ve heard of. I read some of that researching my paper for your class. Talking about the history of slavery of the U.S.?”

“It was so much more than that, but yes.”

“What flavor do you want?” I asked, dragging my toe-brake to slow me to a stop as we rolled up to the smoothie stand.

“Kiwi-strawberry.”

I ordered for both of us, then we stood to the side, watching the vendor make our breakfast.

“So, anyway… yeah, she read my book and liked it enough she’s going to give Shirley a blurb for the cover,” Jane said, raising her voice over the sound of blenders, “And I asked Shirl if she’d make sure she got an invite to the book party.”

“Think she’ll come? Where does she live?”

“Here in DC, I think. She’s the Knight Chair in Race and Reporting at the journalism school at Howard.”

“Oh. Why didn’t you just walk over to her office and ask her to blurb you then?”

Jane laughed. “Blurb me. That sounds like something that might end up making you jealous.”

“No blurbing with other women,” I agreed, earning me another laugh. I didn’t think I would ever tire of making her laugh.

“I’ve never even met her. I was at a faculty social thing with her one time but I couldn’t get near her for an introduction. She’s a little bit of a rock star here. Besides, you don’t personally ask someone to read and pimp your book, you have your publisher do it. That way if they don’t feel comfortable because they don’t agree with your book or don’t think it’s any good, they can turn you down without the awkwardness and hurt feelings of doing it to your face. Not good form to personally press her for that when she doesn’t even know who I am. Especially since I’m a brand new, little fish professor here and she’s a chair.”

“Little fish, big brain. She’d be dumb not to come and meet you.”

“You say the nicest things,” she said for the second time that morning. “I hope she does come. My mom would flip out if I got to introduce them.”

I felt my stomach tighten. “Ugh, don’t remind me that I have to meet your parents.”

“Have to?” she said, a wry smile on her face.

“I mean get to. Get to! So excited, it’s gonna be great!”

She laughed. “Why are you so nervous about it?”

Because I’m going to be meeting your parents, who are both doctors, and whose PhD, Howard-professor-daughter is dating someone who’s just starting her second year of community college while she drives trains for a living. And also I’ve never met the parents of any woman I’ve ever dated in my life.

“I don’t have anything nice to wear. I mean… I think my nicest outfit is the one I wore when I took you to La Zona De Baile.”

“Hmm, you were hot in that, but it’s not really book release party wear.”

“This is what I’m saying.” I said as the smoothie guy put our orders on the counter. We collected them then started skating around, eying the produce and other treats available for purchase. I was carrying our canvas shopping bags over my shoulder.

“What’s your homework load like today? Could we go shopping this afternoon?” Jane asked.

“E-e-e-h, I dunno.” I wasn’t much for shopping.

She stopped me, turning me to face her.

“Listen, I know you just sent five hundred bucks to your mom to help the restaurant after their freezer died. Would it… would it be okay if I helped you buy something to wear? I’d really like to do that for you.”

Embarrassment washed over me. “I dunno…” I said again.

“Let me put it this way; I want to dress my girlfriend up for my big party. So I’ll help you get something nice to wear. But I get some serious input on what we buy.”

That made me grin. “You want to dress me up?”

“Consider it a fantasy role play. I get to dress you up how I want you to look for my big night. Then next time we go out somewhere fancy, you can pick out what I wear. Anything in my closet.”

I squinted at her and pursed my lips thoughtfully. “M-m-m-m, that could be a deal I could get behind.”

“I would hope so. It’s a win-win for both of us.”

“We’ll see. Oh, your tomato guy is here. We should get some, this might be the last week for them.”

I’m going to regret this, I thought, as I watched her pick through the produce from our favorite farm stand. I tried to imagine myself in one of her retro style dresses, I don’t wear fucking dresses. I haven’t worn a dress since… geez, since my confirmation.

Still… I knew I’d wear whatever would make her happy.

~~ Georgetown, Washington, DC ~~

Scattered applause greeted us as we entered the room her publisher had reserved. I peeled Jane’s hand off my arm, motioning her to walk in ahead of me. This was her night, no one here was clapping for me.

She looked magnificent, wearing another of her retro cut dresses. Travesti taksim This one was multicolored, with large stripes of bright yellows, greens, reds and blacks and, of course, a matching head wrap. I’d made the mistake of calling it an “African color pattern” when we were getting ready, and she’d cheerfully corrected me.

“That’s like saying something is ‘European’ colored. There are over fifty countries on the continent, and countless different cultures. This is a pattern from Kenya. I don’t know if my mom’s family is from Kenya or not, but I’ve always liked this color combination.”

As the applause for Jane died down, a short black woman rushed up to her.

“Here’s the lady of the hour!” she exclaimed, giving Jane a hug.

“Thank you!” Jane said, happily, before turning to introduce me. “Shirley, this is my girlfriend Viv Esparza. Viv, Shirley Chisolm, my publisher.”

“Great to meet you!” Shirley said, furiously shaking my hand, a walking bundle of enthusiasm. “Jane, we have a lectern set up over there for your reading. A copy of your book is waiting there for you,” she said, gesturing to the far side of the room where there was a small stand to hold a book or notes.

“My parents called me right before we got here. There was a pile-up on ninety-five, south of the mixing-bowl, and they’re about thirty minutes out. Do I have to read right now?”

“Of course not! I thought you’d want to mingle for a bit first anyway. Have a drink, it’s an open bar.”

“Best kind,” I chimed in.

“Buy me a drink then, darling?” Jane said with a smile. I held out my arm, she took it and I escorted her across the room towards the bar. We were stopped at least half a dozen times as we were greeted by some of Jane’s friends and coworkers. In every case, Jane introduced me as her girlfriend, and I politely nodded, then stayed out of the conversations. Everyone was focused on Jane, congratulating her on her book release. Most of them were professors. All of them intimidated the hell out of me. I think I would have been tempted to flee except for my secret weapon.

I’d needlessly worried about Jane trying to put me in a dress. We’d gone shopping in Tyson’s Corner Mall, literally the first time I’d ever set foot in the place, and Jane had known exactly what she’d wanted me to wear.

The charcoal black men’s suit fit me perfectly. The salesman had rushed the alterations and we’d been able to pick it up this morning. I had to admit I looked pretty good. The dark purple dress shirt and shiny black patent-leather shoes Jane had picked out for me complemented the suit, and the alterations had the jacket hugging my body, flattering my shoulders.

Without my new suit I think I would have felt hopelessly out of my league among all of Jane’s peers and friends, dressed in their professional clothes. As it was I only felt awkward to the point of almost wanting to sneak out. Anytime I glanced behind us and caught my reflection in the mirror behind the bar, though, I actually thought I looked cool as hell. Jane was clearly appreciative. She kept reaching out to touch my arm whenever she looked at me.

When we reached the bar, a spontaneous, somewhat haphazard receiving line formed, and we camped out as people kept coming up to Jane to say hello and congratulate her. I was able to down my margarita and surreptitiously order a second while Jane’s wine sat untouched. The bar was fancy-schmancy, so the margaritas came in small rocks glasses, but they were made with real lime juice instead of sweet and sour mix, and were strong as hell, for which I was thankful.

I was trying to catch the bartender’s eye to order a third when I heard Jane let out a little squeal behind me. I turned to find her throwing her arms around an older black woman’s neck.

“Heyyyy! I’m so happy you guys could come, mom!” Jane exclaimed.

“You know we wouldn’t have missed it, baby,” the woman said.

A tall, white man stepped up from behind and laid his hands on Jane’s shoulders.

“Janey, we’re so proud! Your first book!” he said.

Showtime. I felt myself clench up. I stood up straighter, glancing down to make sure my jacket wasn’t tucked into my pants or anything.

After a few moments of Jane and her parents exchanging pleasantries, none of which penetrated the blank fog my mind had thrown up, Jane turned to me, her arm still linked in her mom’s. I could see clearly where Jane got her distinctive looks. Her natural curly hair was almost identical to her mom’s if leaning a few shades more towards the sandy blonde of her dad. Her mom wore the same type of headwrap as her daughter and although I could see Jane had the same cheekbones and heart shaped face as her mom, her almost hazel eyes clearly came from her dad.

“Mom, Dad, this is my girlfriend, Viv Esparza. Viv, my parents, Mark and Ayanna May.”

“Ah, yeah, hi,” I stammered.

“It’s nice to meet you, Viv,” her mom said, as we shook hands. Her demeanor was a little cool towards me I thought.

“You too,”

“We’ve heard so much about you, it’s really nice to put a face to the stories,” said her dad.

“Thanks. Jane’s pretty high on you guys too.” That earned me a laugh from her dad, and a side-eye from her mom.

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“I am a little tired, I guess,” Sophia admitted. “I mean, that last orgasm kinda took a lot out of me. It was pretty intense. But you gave me two, so don’t you want another one?”

“Sophia, there’s something you should know about me,” I said calmly, reaching up to stroke her sweaty cheek. “I’m what’s considered a top, which means I prefer to be the giver rather than the receiver. While I certainly enjoy having orgasms, I get far more enjoyment and satisfaction out of making others cum. By the end of our time together, you will have many more orgasms than I will, and that’s ok. One for one reciprocation is not necessary, but your offer is much appreciated.”

“Are you sure?” Sophia asked sheepishly. “I don’t mind. And… and it would give me practice.”

It sounded like she actually wanted to give me another orgasm, which was rather curious given her reluctance before the night began. But I was quite satisfied and did not find myself craving another.

“Yes, I’m sure kitten,” I said, draping my arm across her chest and pulling her close against my body. “The one you gave me was lovely, so I’m good for the night. Besides, we have all day tomorrow, and I have some things planned for us, so there’s no need to burn ourselves out too soon. Let’s get some rest.”

“Umm, ok,” she said hesitantly.

A few moments passed in silence as I snuggled up against her tight little body, still bound spread eagle to the bedposts.

“So uhh, can I be untied?” Sophia asked nervously.

I didn’t answer.

“Miss Rose, may I please be untied?” She asked again.

“Oh I suppose,” I sighed. “I guess it’s a bit hard to sleep like that.”

I rolled away from Sophia so I could get up on my hands and knees. I crawled to each limb and removed the cuffs from her wrists and ankles, throwing them off the sides of the bed. Sophia rubbed at her wrists once they were free and I noticed they looked a bit raw from friction when she was tugging at the restraints. She must have really been trying hard to get free.

“Come, let’s get cleaned up and ready for bed,” I suggested, beckoning Sophia to come with me to the bathroom that was part of my master suite.

She obeyed and rolled out of the bed. Her bare feet hardly made a sound as she padded lightly across the soft carpet towards me. I stopped by a small call box on the wall that had a few buttons labeled for common everyday things. It alerted the 24/7 maid service that was available to the tenants of the top floors. I pressed the button for “change linens” before stepping into the bathroom, and by the time we came back out there would be a fresh set of linens on the bed to replace the ones Sophia had squirted on.

“Close the door behind you, kitten,” I ordered as Sophia entered the bathroom behind me. “The maids will change those wet sheets for us, and while I’m perfectly comfortable being nude in front of them, I’m going to assume you probably are not.”

Sophia closed the door softly and I turned the light on. It reflected brightly off the white marble floor and walls and both of us winced.

“I really need to Şişli travesti have dimmer lights put in here,” I said with a laugh, reaching out like a blind woman and playfully putting my hands all over Sophia’s face. “Oh there you are!”

Sophia laughed with me and swatted my hands away. The bathroom was quite large, so it wasn’t like we were crammed in there together. It was big enough for 2 people to comfortably do their morning or nightly routines at the same time without bumping into each other. There were his and hers sinks, well hers and hers in my case, with plenty of counter space. A large mirror dominated the wall behind the sink and stretched the whole length of the wall. A toilet was inset into a little alcove for a bit of privacy, and across from the sinks was both an enclosed stand-up shower, and a large tub, which was open to the rest of the bathroom. Both the shower and tub were big enough for two people.

“Normally, I would ask if you’d rather have a shower or a bath, but with it getting so late I would prefer just a shower. How about you?” I asked, stretching my arms over my head and arching my back as I started to wind down from the night’s activities.

“Yeah, shower sounds fine,” Sophia replied with a yawn.

I slid the clear glass door to the side and reached in to turn the water on. A torrent of water rained from the ceiling like a waterfall and I let it run for a bit to warm up. I saw Sophia’s face light up as she saw the waterfall.

“Oh my god, I’ve always wanted to try a shower like this!” She said excitedly.

“Well today is your lucky day,” I said with a smile. “And that’s not all, look.”

I reached in again and flipped a switch. Jets of water shot out from the walls toward the middle. A squeal of joy came from Sophia and she had the expression of a kid in a toy store. Soon steam began to fill the shower as the water heated up. I turned the jets back off and stepped in, taking Sophia by the hand and pulling her in after me. The hot water was refreshing, helping me to relax as it flowed over my skin. I took a moment to just enjoy the water, letting it soak my ginger hair, turning it a deep shade of red.

I looked over at Sophia as she stood under the falling water, head tilted all the way back, letting the water hit her face with her eyes closed. She ran her hands through her long, jet black hair which turned glossy as it got wet, draping all the way down to the small of her back.

“This is really nice, Miss Rose. I wish I had a shower like this,” Sophia said, turning to look at me.

I bit my lip as I saw Sophia’s porcelain skin glisten as the water ram down over her subtle curves. I felt a little arousal stir within me again and thought maybe one more quick orgasm in the shower might be nice before going to bed. I reached out a put my hands on her hips, pulling her close and leaned down to kiss her under the running water.

“I just can’t get over how sexy you are, Sophia,” I admitted. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Thank you,” Sophia said as her cheeks blushed. “You’re very beautiful too, Şişli travestileri Miss Rose.”

I smiled warmly and took a step back, turning to browse the shelf of assorted shampoos and body washes I had in the shower. I picked a shampoo with jasmine essential oils in it. The scent of jasmine would help us get a better night’s sleep. I squeezed a dollop into my hand and ran my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp with my fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as I washed her hair. I stepped around behind her and worked the shampoo into every inch of her luscious locks, giving her a thorough but gentle wash. The aroma from the jasmine filled the air, amplified by the steam from the hot water.

After rinsing the shampoo out, I conditioned her hair, and then grabbed the body wash with the same scent. I squeezed some onto a loofa and lathered it up to begin washing her lithe body. I started at her shoulders, massaging them with practiced hands. I scrubbed her arms, back, and chest. My hands lingered on her breasts, kneading them firmly as she leaned her head back against my shoulder. The soap made her skin slick as my hands glided over her curves. I turned her around to face the mirror as my hands traveled down her flat stomach to her smooth mound.

“Open your eyes and watch,” I said.

I saw Sophia’s eyes open and we made eye contact through the reflection in the mirror as my hands lathered up her womanhood.

“Miss Rose, I thought you wanted to get some sleep,” she asked.

“I know, but like I said, I just can’t help myself. You’re irresistible,” I said softly.

I set the loofa to the side and began to massage her clit. My other hand returned to her breast to give it a squeeze. I took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, gentle rolling it, feeling it harden into a little pebble. My hand left her clit to grab her hand, pulling it behind her back and placing it on my own sex. Without additional prompting, she began to massage my pussy as my hand returned to hers.

“Keep your eyes open,” I commanded as we rubbed each other simultaneously, watching ourselves in the mirror. “Isn’t it hot to watch?”

“Mmm yesss,” Sophia moaned.

This time I wasn’t looking to tease her. I just wanted a quick orgasm as a perfect end to the night before going to bed, so I worked my fingers faster on her clit. Sophia responded in kind and increased her pace as well. I moaned softly into her ear, listening to her breathy moans in a tandem harmony. The water and soap together made our skin slick, and as I held Sophia close my breasts glided across her back with each movement of her body, making my nipples stiff. It didn’t take for us to work each other into a frenzy, our hips gyrating and grinding against each other, and I could feel Sophia’s legs begin to tremble, the pleasure from my fingers making it difficult for her to stand. I could tell she was getting close already and luckily so was I.

“You cum when I cum, kitten, and not a moment before,” I commanded with a devilish tone.

“O-ok Miss Rose, I-I can w-wait,” Travesti şişli Sophia stammered.

I could see her expression in the mirror as she began to struggle with her control, biting her lip hard to try and hold back her orgasm. Her eyes kept closing and then fluttering back open as she remembered my command to keep watching.

“Are you close?” I asked, seemingly in full control of myself even though I was approaching the edge myself.

“Yes!” Sophia squeaked.

“Are you gonna cum before me?”

“No!”

“Do you w-wanna be my good girl?” My voice started to waver as I neared the cusp.

“Yes!”

“Say it!” I commanded.

“I-I wanna b-be your g-good girl, M-Miss Rose!” Sophia fought so hard to keep herself from crossing over the edge.

“Then be a good girl and cum with me… oh god…” I said, feeling my own orgasm take hold of me.

“F-fuck… I’m cumming Miss Rose!” Sophia screamed.

Our eyes locked through the mirror as we both climaxed together. Our bodies shuddered and shivered as waves of pleasure pulsed through us, the experience made that much hotter by our reflection in the mirror. I held Sophia tightly against me as I felt her knees weaken, but my own knees faltered and the two of us slowly collapsed in a heap on the floor of the shower as our orgasms faded. We lay there laughing for a moment, spooning under the rain of hot water from above.

“That was fun,” Sophia said finally, clearly starting to truly enjoy this experience.

“Yes, yes it was,” I said warmly, gathering myself and standing back up. “Let’s finish getting washed up.”

I offered Sophia my hand to help her up. Once she was on her feet, I took the loofa and lathered it up again, then finished scrubbing the rest of her body.

Sophia returned the favor and washed my hair and body, gently scrubbing and massaging as she worked. She seemed far more comfortable touching my naked body now. Her hands deliberately covering every inch of my body. She even spent a little extra attention on my full breasts, seemingly enjoying playing with tits that were at least a cup size bigger than hers.

When she was done, we rinsed off under the waterfall and stepped out to dry off. My soft, plush towels felt good against skin still sensitive from my climax. I wrapped my hair up in my towel, placing it expertly on top of my head and bid Sophia do the same. I had to stop her from wrapping the towel around her chest out of habit, reminding her that she was to remain nude. I pointed Sophia towards a medicine cabinet that had an assortment of toiletries for her to use and we went through our nightly routine of brushing out teeth and removing makeup.

When we emerged from the bathroom and made out way to the bed, there were fresh, warm sheets ready for us. I tossed my towel on the floor and pulled the covers back for Sophia to climb in first. She tossed away her towel as well and crawled into bed. I followed right behind her and pulled the covers up and over us. I reached over to my end table and pressed a remote, closing the blinds on the wide panoramic window, shutting out the dim moonlight and casting the room into complete darkness. Sophia had rolled onto her side and I snuggled up behind her against her back as the big spoon.

“Goodnight my lovely little kitten,” I whispered, draping my arm over her.

“Goodnight Miss Rose.”

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Jess Explores New Horizons

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This is a sequel to Jess’s Babysitting Job Takes a Turn

Rachel wanted Jess to spend the night, but she was expected at home and Jess did not want to upset her parents. “Maybe you can text them to say you are sleeping here so that we can make love all night and tomorrow morning,” Rachel teased.

“I wish. I’d like that,” Jess flirted back. Rachel could not resist kissing Jess and running her hand over Jess’s perky, small breasts. “Maybe next time.”

“That would be delightful,” Rachel said. “Remember that we are visiting my folks next weekend, so we won’t see you,” Rachel added with a faux frown. “Are we on for the following Saturday?”

“On for babysitting, or something else?” Jess shot back.

“Ooooh, you sassy little brat, you may need a spanking,” Rachel said laughing. She squeezed Jess’s boob and then said “Anyway, both if I get to choose.”

“Both it is, then… and the spanking is up to you,” Jess said, bringing a big smile to Rachel’s face. Jess was surprised by her flirty comments, but she was having fun. “You can do that harder if you want,” Jess said nodding toward Rachel’s hand on her breast.

“Wow, where did you ever come up with that naughty idea?” Rachel asked with feigned surprise, squeezing Jess’s tit harder, making her wince.

“I once knew a sexy lady who liked it, so I gave it a try,” Jess said haltingly as Rachel pinched and twisted her nipple. Jess reached to grope Rachel’s big breasts roughly, making Rachel moan. They lay like that, kissing, as well as pinching and twisting, for about five more minutes before Jess rolled out of bed to dress. Rachel laid in bed watching Jess put on her clothes and absent-mindedly pulled and twisted her own nipples.

“Do you like it rough when you are alone?” Jess asked, again surprising herself with the bold question.

Rachel was surprised by the question too, but she admitted: “I do. It’s not as good as someone else, but it still feels good.” Looking at Jess, she confided with a smile: “My ex-husband was the first person who didn’t think it was a little weird. It’s the only thing I miss about him.”

“Maybe someone will be able to make you stop missing him,” Jess said with a wink.

“I hope so. You’re only the first person I’ve shared it with since the divorce,” Rachel said wistfully. Jess smiled and made a mental note to make Rachel feel good about her secret desire.

***

On Wednesday, Rachel texted Jess to remind her that she and her daughter were out of town, and ended the text: “Can’t wait to see you next Saturday.” Planning another hook-up with Rachel excited Jess, and she was particularly aroused reading the text while sitting with her parents. Even though Jess was twenty-one, her parents were oblivious to the fact that she might have any sexual experience. Jess decided she would read the text again in bed, and she knew she would end up masturbating thinking about Rachel. To set the stage for her fantasy, Jess told her parents that Rachel might start working later and that she had suggested that Jess could just sleep on Rachel’s couch instead of driving home at 3:00 a.m. Jess’s parents blissfully decided that Rachel’s concern for Jess was very thoughtful, and Jess sleeping on the couch was a splendid idea.

To Jess’s surprise, on Thursday, she was asked on a date for Saturday night by Max, the cute boy in her university Literature class. He asked Jess out to dinner and to a club where Max’s brother was playing in a popular local band. Jess had been excited all week thinking about seeing Rachel again, and she had to switch gears for her date. She was pleased to find out Max was as sweet and funny as he was cute, and Jess had a great time. She noticed, though, that thoughts of Rachel popped into her head a few times during the evening.

In the parking lot outside the club where the band played, Max and Jess made out even before getting in his car. Jess was sexually aroused thinking about Rachel, the text, and their upcoming time together, and Max was in the right spot at the right time. Once in the car, he drove to a dark corner of the parking lot and asked if she wanted to “sit and talk for a while.” She smiled and said yes even though she knew they wouldn’t be talking a lot. Instead, Max leaned to kiss Jess and his hand slid over her boobs. A few minutes later he slid his hand under Jess’s top and began feeling her bare breasts. Without thinking, Jess whispered, “you can do that harder if you want,” and she was immediately mortified.

Max was silent for a few seconds and then he squeezed her breast very hard. “Like that?” he asked. Jess gasped and then nodded her head.

“Yes, even harder is okay,” Jess said, still a little embarrassed but very turned on.

Max pinched and twisted her nipple roughly and Jess moaned again. “That’s so hot Jess,” he said, much to her relief. His hand moved to her other breast and he dug his fingers in and pulled like he was trying to tear it from her body. Jess yelped in pain, but Max Osmanbey travesti did not back off as he felt Jess shudder from his very rough treatment of her boobs. Jess was so aroused that she began rubbing Max’s erection through his pants causing him to pinch and pull her sensitive boobs even harder. Max was over the moon and, fortunately, oblivious to the fact that Jess was imagining Rachel clawing at her tits. But Max did benefit from Jess’s aroused state when, for the first time in her life, she went down on a guy on the first date.

The following week dragged on, and Jess masturbated twice thinking about Rachel. She was turned on to see that Max had left her with several scratches, red marks, and one bruise on her boobs. She could not resist sneaking a feel of her own boobs when she saw Max in class, and her breasts ached when they chatted after class. The soreness reminded her of their date, but mostly it made her fantasize about rough play with Rachel. On Thursday morning, Jess texted Rachel to ask “What time do u need me there?” She took over an hour drafting that one sentence, wanting to make it as flirtatious as possible without being too much or too forward.

Within ten minutes Rachel texted back more directly: “I need you all the time. But if you mean for Saturday sitting, 6 p.m.” Jess trembled when she read the text, and she had an urge to be with Rachel right then. But she replied only with the red lipstick kiss emoji, and Rachel responded with two of the same kisses. So the anticipation brewed all day until Jess went to bed early, stripped naked under the covers, and pinched and twisted her breasts that were just recovering from the prior weekend. Just a few minutes of the erotic mix of pain and pleasure, coupled with thoughts of abusing Rachel’s breasts, brought Jess to a satisfying orgasm. Before she fell asleep, Jess marveled at how much had happened and how much she learned about herself in the last two weeks.

On Saturday Jess arrived nearly thirty minutes early, which was a first. Sarah wasn’t even home from a play date, so Jess and Rachel were alone, and Rachel invited Jess into her bedroom where she was getting dressed for work. As soon as they were in the room, Rachel closed the door and moved toward Jess, backing her against the closed door. “I missed you Jess,” Rachel said breathlessly.

“I missed you too,” Jess said sincerely, before Rachel leaned in for a deep, open-mouth kiss. Jess’ hands immediately were on Rachel’s large boobs, squeezing hard and twisting. Rachel groaned, stepped back, and quickly lifted her tee up over her head and off, leaving her standing in a white bra that struggled to hold her big tits. “You can do that harder if you want,” Rachel said seductively.

Jess dug her nails into Rachel’s fleshy breasts and tore at the luscious mounds. “Oh yes,… god damn, that hurts baby,” Rachel panted. She then reached behind her back and undid the bra, which she slipped off and threw on the floor. Jess stood there, totally enthralled by the sight of her hands moving back on to Rachel’s huge tits. Jess then looked up at Rachel, whose eyes were pleading, so Jess moved her hands under Rachel’s breasts and lifted them while leaning down to suck a nipple. Rachel cooed, but Jess knew what she really wanted. Jess moved her head some and then bit Rachel’s tit hard.

“Owww, fuck, yes, that hurts so much,” Rachel said breathlessly.

“Good,” Jess said sternly, before biting the other breast just as hard, making Rachel squeal again. Jess dug her nails in the tit she wasn’t biting and scratched, immediately leaving red marks. “You better get going,” Rachel said backing off, suddenly the adult in the room.

“Gawd, I don’t want to leave,” Rachel said. “But you’re right. You’re the babysitter for goodness sake.”

“That’s right, and you’re a naughty mom who needs to wait for playtime,” Jess said with a smile. Jess then pinched and twisted Rachel’s nipple and pulled it almost an inch from the breast. Rachel gasped again, and Jess reached for the doorknob. When she stepped into the hallway and closed the door again, Jess’s composure fell away. She leaned against the wall, her heart racing and legs rubbery. Her hand slid down to cup her crotch and through her shorts she could feel the heat and dampness of her pussy. Jess bit her lip thinking about what might happen later that night when Rachel returned from work.

***

At 11:30 Jess got a text from Rachel saying: “Work was awful tonight. Sometimes I hate this job. Please have wine poured when I get home. xoxoxo.” Jess wondered how Rachel’s mood might affect their time together, but she dutifully found the wine and managed to uncork a bottle with just a small struggle. Since young Sarah went to bed before 9:00, Jess had tidied up the house, fluffed up Rachel’s bed, and arranged the couch cushions where she planned to be sitting when Rachel arrived. Now she changed her plan and decided she would meet Rachel at the door with Osmanbey travestileri a glass of wine. Jess nervously watched the clock and surprised herself by quickly downing a glass of wine she poured herself after Rachel’s text.

The next text from Rachel read: “5 min away. Somehow managed not to strangle any customers or staff.” Jess had never heard Rachel say anything negative about work, and she hoped she could make Rachel feel better. A few minutes later, Jess saw headlights pull into the driveway, and she poured a new glass of wine and went to the front door. When Rachel opened the door, Jess could sense her irritation, but Jess said cheerfully, “Your wine, madam.”

Rachel did smile a bit as she reached for the wine, but Jess saw that she was aggravated. Rachel took a big gulp of wine, closed her eyes, and said, “Wow, I needed that.” Jess stood there, not knowing what to say that would be comforting. Rachel took a step into the house and turned toward Jess, pinning her to the wall. Rachel took a small step and leaned in to kiss Jess aggressively and back her against the wall. Jess was surprised as Rachel’s tongue pushed into Jess’s mouth and her free left hand groped and squeezed Jess’s braless right breast. Pulling away from the kiss, Rachel said in a husky voice, “Sorry, I really needed that too.”

“My pleasure,” Jess whispered. “That’s what I’m here for,” Jess added seductively.

“Then you are exactly what I need,” Rachel declared. Jess pondered both her comment and Rachel’s response as they made their way to the sofa, where Jess had even set out a small plate of cheese and crackers. When they sat, Rachel took another drink of her wine and Jess refilled her glass even though it wasn’t completely empty.

“Do you want to tell me about work, or do you want to change first? Jess asked.

“I want to get out of this outfit,” Rachel said. “I’ll just be a sec. Don’t go anywhere,” Rachel added with her hand now on Jess’s left breast. Rachel squeezed hard and twisting the nipple, making Jess wince.

“I’ll be right here,” Jess promised.

About two minutes later Rachel returned wearing only a white button-down men’s dress shirt and white panties. The shirt reached the bottom of Rachel’s butt cheeks and it fit snugly around Rachel’s fulsome boobs. Three buttons were undone to the bottom of her bust, showing off her ample cleavage, and her nipples showed through the white cotton. “I feel so much better already,” Rachel sighed as she sat next to Jess on the couch.

“Tell me about your awful night at work,” Jess said empathically.

Rachel explained how both her staff and the customers behaved poorly all night, saying twice that specific interactions made her “feel like a piece of crap.” Rachel lamented that disagreements with staff or customer complaints are to be expected, but they should be handled respectfully. “Even if the customer is always right, it doesn’t mean they can treat me like dirt,” Rachel said, getting more animated. “They don’t fucking own me,” Rachel said angrily, and Jess saw tears in her eyes.

Jess caressed Rachel’s thigh just above her knee and said, “I’m sorry Rachel, you are right. that is just rude.” Rachel was still seething and a tear spilled from one eye and trickled down her cheek. Jess hated seeing Rachel so upset, and she searched for what to say, before blurting out: “And they definitely don’t fucking own you… and, if it will make you feel better, you can own me.” The comment surprised both Jess and Rachel. First, Jess rarely used the “f-word,” and hearing her swear like that was almost amusing; and beyond that the idea of Rachel owning Jess seemed to come out of nowhere.

But Jess’s comment struck a chord, and Rachel smiled a warm smile. Having Jess suggest that Rachel could own her was a wonderful balm for the emotional bruises Rachel had endured at work. She reached up to stroke Jess’s cheek. “You are adorable. Although I might need to wash your mouth out with soap,” Rachel said with a grin. “Or maybe spank you,” Rachel added, still smiling.

Jess felt good that she seemed to brighten Rachel’s mood, and the spanking comment made her tummy flutter. “Whatever would make you feel good is what I want,” Jess said demurely. Jess thought that things were unfolding much differently than she had imagined after their short time together before Rachel went to work.

They chatted, and Rachel shared that Jess’s comment about Rachel owning her was very erotic and made her feel good after the miserable night she had at work. “After being disrespected so often, it felt nice for you to be so… accommodating,” Rachel confessed. “And to hear you talk like that… whew!” Rachel said pretending to fan herself with her hand. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a more exciting offer than that.” Although Rachel was being playful, her body language had changed and she seemed more confident.

Jess looked at Rachel almost shyly. “To be honest, I’m not sure exactly Travesti osmanbey what I meant, but it felt nice to say it,” Jess explained. “I’ve read a few things online, but I’m not sure what being owned is about,” Jess said, blushing a little. “But I trust you if you want that.”

Rachel was intrigued by Jess’s proposition. “So, when you read about it, were you interested?” she probed.

“I guess, yes,” Jess answered. “When I read about it, I always thought about you, even before two weeks ago,” Jess confided. “I’ve always looked up to you, and last time was very exciting when you took control,” Jess added sheepishly.

Rachel looked lovingly at the younger woman and leaned in to kiss Jess, their tongues softly pressing together. She then reached behind Jess’s head grabbed a fistful of hair, and whispered in her ear, “Do you want to be mine Jess?” Rachel’s serious tone put a charge in the room.

Jess was excited and nervous. “Yes, please,” Jess gasped. She was still unsure of what she was asking for, but she knew she wanted to please Rachel tonight.

“Yes what?” Rachel all but spat.

Jess was already trembling. “I want to be yours. I want you to own me Rachel,” Jess said in a quivering voice.

Rachel’s grip tightened on Jess’s hair and her other hand squeezed Jess’s breast roughly. Rachel slid closer and then moved on top of Jess, pushing her on to her back and laying atop Jess on the sofa. Rachel was bigger and thicker than Jess, and her body weight easily pinned Jess down. Rachel allowed her weight to press on Jess, effectively covering her. She then slid up a little so that her cleavage smothered Jess, who rubbed her face into and kissed Rachel’s boobs.

The new dynamic took over, and Rachel told Jess to strip for her. Still under Rachel, who lifted her torso some, Jess obediently pulled off her tee and wiggled out of her shorts and panties. Rachel then instructed Jess to unbutton the rest of Rachel’s shirt, before she again laid on top of Jess so that their bare chests and stomachs pressed together as they kissed deeply. Jess shuddered as she felt Rachel’s fulsome breasts pressed against her. Rachel then pressed two fingers to Jess’s lips until Jess opened her mouth and began sucking on the fingers. Rachel shoved the fingers in deeply, causing Jess to gag and choke a little and bringing tears to her eyes. With her fingers still in Jess’s mouth, Rachel bent down and kissed Jess on the forehead.

“Will you do anything for me Jess?” Rachel whispered. Jess quickly nodded her head. “Anything?” Rachel asked with a gleam in her eye. Jess’s body tingled as she contemplated the question, and she nodded again and sucked on Rachel’s fingers.

Now Rachel’s body shuddered. “I want you sweetie,” Rachel breathed out. “All of you.” Jess sucked harder on Rachel’s two fingers and moaned, with a look of surrender on her face. She wondered what Rachel was thinking, and she was excited by thoughts of what the evening might bring.

Rachel pulled her fingers out of Jess’s mouth and moved off her. Jess was completely naked, and she laid lengthwise on the sofa with her knees slightly bent. Rachel sat on the end of the couch near Jess’s feet and turned her body partly toward Jess. Her hand ran along the outside of Jess’s left leg, feeling her soft, clean-shaven skin. Jess moved her eyes between Rachel’s face and her boobs, which Jess lusted for. Rachel pushed Jess’s ankles toward her bum, bending Jess’s legs more at the knees. That gave Rachel as view of Jess’s labia and a thin pink line of her inside folds. “Show me how you please yourself Jess,” Rachel said firmly.

Jess skipped a breath when she heard Rachel’s words. Then she spread both her feet and her knees apart, displaying herself to Rachel as her hand reached between her legs. Rachel watched Jess run her fingers between her lips a few times before moving to massage her clit. Before long, Jess was breathing harder and her chest rose and fell with each breath. Rachel reached up and gently pushed Jess’s knees further apart, spreading Jess’s pussy open wider. Jess got into a nice rhythm, shoving two fingers inside herself, moving them to massage her clit, and then repeating the motion. Rachel could hear the squishing noise made when Jess slid in and out of her pussy.

Rachel lightly touched the inside of Jess’s thigh as she watched Jess masturbate. Jess vacillated between closing her eyes and looking at Rachel’s breasts, fantasizing about sucking and then biting them. Rachel moved and straightened her right leg so that she could reach and massage Jess’s breast with her foot, without disturbing Jess pleasing herself. Jess watched Rachel use her foot and toes to tweak Jess’s nipple, and she was amazed how electric everything felt with Rachel. Their eyes met and Jess smiled and rubbed herself more vigorously.

Maintaining eye contact, Rachel adjusted her body and straightened her leg so that her foot was against Jess’s face and her toes against her lips. Without a word, Jess opened her mouth and began licking Rachel’s foot and toes. Rachel moaned and wiggled her toes. With the hand that was not rubbing herself, Jess took hold of Rachel’s foot and guided it into her mouth. She began sucking Rachel’s toes in tandem with massaging her now-throbbing pussy.

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Ringmaster Ch. 15: A New Morning

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“…And so then that’s when I created pumpkins into the world to- Eep!” I heard a woman shout as I felt myself fall and land in a chair.

“Ow ow owwww,” I said, rubbing my butt from the soreness.

“Oh, it is just Darling Maria coming by.” I looked around and my gaze was met at chest level to Seqora. “How nice of you to drop in. Would you like some tea?”

“Ah, oh, um, sorry!” I stammered, looking around.

There was a group of several people sitting around in cushioned orange chairs. The one who “Eep’d” was a woman of, if I had to guess of Hispanic origin. She was pretty and I guess that she looked to be around her mid-30s. Though, her fashion style seemed like something from thousands of years ago. If I had to give a rough estimate, maybe 6,000 BC. Speaking of BC, that’s about where her cup size was too.

To her left was a man dressed very formally in a large mustache, tuxedo, and a top hat. He gave me a British air to him, likely from the Victorian era. He was pretty handsome, but not my type.

His arm was around a woman who was wearing a jacket with the USSR flag on it. She was larger than him in height and bulk, but looked comfortable with him on the chair.

To the right of the Eep woman was a man who, given his shirt with the continent of Africa design and in big bold letters, along with his dark-skin, I assumed was from some place there.

Seqora was pouring tea from a large kettle in the center before turning around and handing me a cup. I thanked her and she took a seat between me and the African shirt fellow. There were also a few empty chairs around.

“So, this is the Maria lass that we’ve been hearing so much about?” the Victorian gentleman said.

“Huh? Maria is yes. I mean! Yes, Maria I is! I. Urk.” I gave up and just started sipping my tea. I just wanted to sink away and disappear.

“Oh quit putting so much pressure on her. She hasn’t been a Ringmaster that long,” the man in the African shirt said, tossing a pillow at the Victorian gentleman.

“I, um, what?” I said, stammering before Seqora put a hand on my shoulder.

“Everyone, this darling here is Maria O’Conner, the current Ringmaster,” Seqora said, her voice relaxing my muscles a little. “Darling Maria, these are other Ringmasters from the ages.” She gestured to the man in the Africa shirt and then moved from left to right. “That is Dmitry Barnes, Rene Luque, Otis Thompson, and Zotova Danilovna.” The four of them all waved at me.

“Ah, um, hello everyone,” I said, giving them a wave back.

“Quite the fall you had there,” Otis said, looking upwards. “Generally, most people use the doorways rather than teleporting in.” His face was met with another pillow from Dmitry.

“Ignore him. He thinks he’s all high and mighty just because he found Blackbeard’s treasure and got the ring,” Dmitry said.

“Blackbeard was a ringmaster!?” I blurted out in surprise.

“No, not him,” Rene said, piping up and sitting more comfortably in her chair now. “It was Marnix Bilman who had the ring. But, when he died, the ring was buried along with Blackbeard’s treasure and lost until Otis found it.”

“It was quite the accomplishment, if I do say so myself,” Otis said, dusting off his tux.

“Yes, he is quite the accomplished man,” Zotova said, giving Otis a big squeeze.

I chuckled along and drank my tea, hoping not to stand out any more than I already was.

“So, what brings you here tonight, Darling Maria?” Seqora asked, turning everyone’s attention back towards me again.

“Um, well, I don’t really know what brought me here or why,” I said, looking down at my hand where the ring would be. I also suddenly noticed that I was clothed in a T-shirt and sweatpants as opposed to the definitely nakedness I was in when I passed out.

“Well, it would seem to me that you’re getting a lot better with the Ring,” Rene said as she leaned forward, giving me a lovely view down her cleavage. “You’re growing stronger much rapidly than most others.”

“Oh, um, thanks,” I said, giving her a soft smile back. Her grin was infectiously beautiful.

“Darling Maria here is becoming quite the natural Ringmaster,” Seqora said, reassuring me further with a pat on my back. “After all, in just a few days, she already has had sex with five different ladies.” That made me spit out my tea.

“How do you know that?” I exclaimed after wiping my chin.

“Seqora here knows everything that happens with the Ring and the current Ringmaster,” Zotova said.

Seqora turned and gave me a knowing look. “Yes. Every thought, every action, whim, change caused or from the Ringmasters, I am aware of. My dear Regina shares a similar trait with me. She’s such a wonderful daughter.” Seqora chuckled and her expression switched to a giddy one as soon as she mentioned Regina.

“But, isn’t it weird watching your daughter, you know, um,” I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

“Take it in every hole?” Dmitry said, completely casually.

“Devour carpet like it’s a plate of rice and chicken?”

“Work Şirinevler travesti the shaft like a piston?”

“Finger like she’s playing the guitar?”

“Okay, let’s not make Seqora any more uncomfortable by talking about Regina’s sex life!” I said out loud, my own face completely beet red. I turned to see how Seqora was doing, but she just had that giddy expression on her face from before.

“Ah, my dear Regina is simply the best,” she said with a chuckle. She idly stirred her tea while humming to herself.

“She’s lost in her thoughts again,” Rene said. “If you’ve got questions right now though, we’ll try and answer them.”

“Oh, um, questions,” I said, looking down at my empty cup of tea. I had so many of them swimming around in my head that I wasn’t sure which one to ask. But then one came to the surface. “How do I get back here? The two times that I have been here was when I was asleep.” I said, gesturing to the grand room around me.

“Oh, that’s an easy one,” Zotova said. “Sometimes it happens subconsciously and your mind will just be pulled here. But, if you intentionally want to be here, you just need to think about the Hall of Ringmasters and allow yourself to be pulled towards it.”

“It takes some getting use to to control it,” Otis said, “But, with enough practice, you’ll be able to do it on a whim faster than you can say ‘United Kingdoms of America.'”

“United- huh?” I said, trying to make sure that I heard Otis right. “Could you repeat that last part?”

“I bet at your rate, you could be molding the dunes of the Panama Tundra within the week.”

“The Panama what?” I said, even more shocked than what Otis said. I went to turn to talk to Seqora when everything began to blur together. “What’s going on?” I heard myself slur as my vision stirred together until everything went black.

Then, I woke up.

Sunlight beamed in through the small cracks of my blinds, just so perfectly landing right in my face. I groaned from a combination of waking up and the strangeness of having revisited the Hall of Ringmasters. I have got to start going there intentionally, and stop going when I sleep. I yawned and stretched, my hand running into something soft that wasn’t my pillow.

I turned over to see Vanessa, sleeping calmly and turned towards me. She had a gentle smile on her face and looked peaceful. Her gorgeous brown hair contoured around her cheeks, as if to outline them. Her breath was soft and relaxed, still fast asleep.

I looked in the other direction at my phone to see what time it was. Only 9 AM. No notifications that really mattered as I swiped them off my screen. I sighed and looked up at my ceiling, the memories of last night still fresh in my mind. A small tingle went through me as the sensations washed over me again of how Vanessa and I made love to each other.

But, there was still something else that felt weird and strange to me. It was almost like I wasn’t me. I held my hand up in the air and looked at the Reality Ring. For so long, I had been single romantic Maria, without any real serious relationship partner. And now, I had six girlfriends. For the first time in awhile, I had no idea how I was going to spend my weekend. What did I normally do?

I thought back to last weekend and what I did then. Watch TV or streaming. Work on my screenplay. Work on schoolwork. Eat. Sleep. My Goddess, was I really that boring? I sighed again and lowered my hand.

I mean, was there anything wrong with wanting a simple life? Getting to work on things that I love and watch what I enjoy? To me, that sounded like a really good life. I shouldn’t feel bad for wanting something simple, right?

“Mnngh.”

My train of thought was interrupted as Vanessa shifted in her sleep. She reached her arms around and wrapped them around mine, snuggling up tight to it. I couldn’t help but smile at her adorableness. She was positively wonderful and she was mine. Well, part of my polycule, anyways.

My mind wandered to the other girls and began to think about how they were all now affected by becoming part of the polycule. Vanessa had no issues at all. Danna and Summer seemed completely content with it. There was no doubt that Regina loved it. As for Lexi and Tae, I wasn’t sure. This must be really new to them. I hope that they’re adjusting well. Oh yeah, I wonder how things went with Regina and Lexi last night. I haven’t heard from Regina since lunchtime yesterday. I wish I had a better way to talk with her.

I winced a little as the ring flared up based on my thought.

“Huh? Maria? Is that you?”

“Regina?” I could hear her voice, but she wasn’t anywhere in the room. It was like I was hearing her in my head.

“Ooooh, telepathy between us. That’s what happened,” Regina thought. “Well, not the first time a Ringmaster’s done this.”

“Ugh, I have got to get better control of this thing,” I thought back to Regina. “It keeps activating subconsciously.”

“Again, you’re the one Şirinevler travestileri who controls it,” Regina responded. “And it’s not like you can’t undo anything you’ve done either. But undoing isn’t training, so keep that in mind.”

“Thanks,” I mentally said. “So, how were things with you and Lexi?”

“Oh, she’s so much fun, Ringmaster. She’ll let you do pretty much anything to her.” I could almost hear the purr in Regina’s thoughts. “She’s a good little toy who loves to be played with.”

Thinking of Lexi being a willing submissive slut got me a little wet. Ugh, it was only 9 and I was already getting horny.

“Though, you and Vanessa had one hell of a night together. Now that’s what I call lovemaking.”

“H-How did you know?” I asked, nearly blurting it outloud.

“Ringmaster, you forget that I’m aware of every change that you make, right? Including the change you made of making it so that you never forget that night. All the details and sensations? All etched into the changes of this reality.” I couldn’t see it, but I just knew that Regina had a massive grin on her face.

“You said this reality, right?”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“Last night, I visited the Hall of Ringmasters again. And I met some of the previous Ringmasters. Um, I think they were, like, Dmitry, Zotova, Otis and Rene. Do you recognize those names?”

“Man, I haven’t heard about them in a LONG time, some of those longer than others. Those were some wild nights with them,” Regina chuckled.

“Well, they were bringing up things like the United Kingdoms of America and the Panama Tundra. Those don’t exist.”

“Maria,” Regina started off. I gulped a little. Regina only usually called me by my name when it was more serious. “The artifact that you wield is called the REALITY Ring. People who have used it before have altered the fabric of reality and the timelines to their whim. In fact, the world and timeline that you live in? That was the state that the 608th Ringmaster left it in. I think that the last change they made was creating something I think was called velcro?”

“So, this world isn’t the first?” I could feel a strange tension in my chest. “There have been multiple timelines and restarts?”

“Look, Maria, don’t think too much about that kind of stuff, alright?” Regina said. “The important thing is the here and now of what’s going on. You have several lovely girlfriends, myself included. Focus on here and now, okay?”

“Okay, you’re right,” I said with a hearty sigh. I still felt that strange tension in my chest, but it was a little less now. “Thanks Regina.”

“No problem, Ringmaster,” Regina said. “Oh, mind giving me a key to your apartment? I’d appreciate it.”

“Oh, sure,” I said. I focused on the ring and Regina’s hand, editing the world so that a key to my apartment would appear in her hand. The ring slightly flared up.

“Thanks Maria. I’ll talk to you around. Hit me up if you need me, girl.” With that, I felt Regina’s mental presence disconnect from our telepathic phone call.

I sighed and turned over to Vanessa, just admiring her beauty. Gently, I leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Though, she just happened to be my Sleeping Beauty, since she woke up as soon as my lips left her forehead.

“Good morning, Maria,” she said, pulling me in for a firm kiss on the lips. “How did you sleep?”

“I… I slept wonderfully,” I said. No point in telling her about all the craziness of the ring and reality altering and all that. “How about you?”

“Mhmmm,” she softly moaned as she nuzzled into my arm. “Oneiroi blessed me with a wonderful dream of us and the rest of the polycule.”

“Onei- Oh! Right,” I said with a bit of a chuckle. “I forgot you were a Helleist for a second.”

Vanessa curled up into my arm again and held it close. “I can’t blame you. I don’t bring it up that much.” She turned up and looked at me with those beautiful emerald eyes of hers. “Did you have any plans today?”

I thought about the different school work that I had to do… only to realize that I didn’t have any work at all. Benefits of being a very studious student.

“Uh, nope. I finished up all my homework and projects for now. So, I really didn’t have anything planned,” I said to her as I turned to better face her. “What about you?”

“I had some cheer routines that I could practice,” Vanessa said. “They want me to come up with something new for the big rally happening in a few weeks.”

“Man, it must be such a tragedy,” I said sarcastically and dramatically. “Figuring out ways for ladies in nice, tight short clothes to dance all around for the enjoyment of others.”

Vanessa lightly nudged me in the shoulder and giggled. “I could perform some for you, if you wanted me to.” Her eyes went down, tracing along the curves of my body.

Instinctively, I felt myself attempt to cover up a little. I know that it was Vanessa and this wasn’t the first time that she’s seen me naked, but part of me still Travesti şirinevler felt ashamed. I mean, compared to her, she was absolutely stunning and I was slightly above average. I felt kind of inadequate. But then, Vanessa gently moved my hands out of the way. She nuzzled her head against my stomach and softly hummed.

“You, um, really find me attractive?” I asked her, not quite sure where I should put my hands. I settled on stroking the back of her head.

“100%,” Vanessa said, running her hands along my thighs. My legs shook a little in delight at her touch. I couldn’t help myself, so I pulled her up and cuddled her close, burying my face in the top of her hair. She chuckled and nuzzled back. “I love you, Maria.”

“And I… bleck! Stink!” I exclaimed as I caught a whiff of myself. It took me a few seconds of thinking to realize that I hadn’t showered since before I got this ring. “You don’t mind if I get a shower, right?”

“Of course not,” Vanessa said as I released my grip on her. “I should probably get one too.”

Lamenting that I had to get up, I got up and went over to my closet. I picked out a simple blue T-shirt with white pants and laid it down on my bed. I pulled out a clean pair of panties and bra and set them aside of my clothes. I headed into my bathroom and turned on the water, waiting for it to reach the right temperature.

Right as was I was entering the shower, I felt something soft come up behind me.

“V-Vanessa?” I squeaked out in surprise as her breasts pushed against my back.

“What? I mean, hey. This way, we’ll save costs on the water bill,” Vanessa said with a chuckle as her hands ran along my hips. She reached up and began to stroke my hair with the water.

“I… ahhh…” A gentle moan escaped from my mouth as Vanessa’s hands playfully soaked my hair. “That feels nice.”

“You have very lovely hair, Maria,” Vanessa said as she spread her fingers, scrubbing the water more into my hair. “It’s so beautiful.”

I could feel my crotch quivering with need and want as Vanessa’s hands continued their work. My body was starting to get hotter, not helped by the steam from the shower.

I managed to squirm around to spin and face Vanessa. That was probably not the wisest idea as my foot slipped out from under me. Thankfully, Vanessa was there to catch me.

“Whoa! Be careful, dear!” Vanessa said as she helped me get upright. I panted a bit, catching my breath. Ugh, messing around with each other in the showers always seemed so much easier in videos. But, then I looked down at the Reality Ring.

Neither Vanessa or I can slip or fall in the shower.

The ring flared up a little, offset mostly by the pouring water. I breathed a bit of a sigh of relief as I readjusted myself to facing Vanessa once again. “Don’t worry. Won’t happen again,” I said as I pulled her in for a kiss. She happily accepted the invitation as I ran my fingers through her hair, making sure her head was soaked too.

I reached over for the shampoo and put some in my hands. I had intended to put it in my own hair, but Vanessa had other ideas. She slowly got down to her knees and guided my hands to her head.

“Huh? What are you doing?” I asked, just resting my hands above her head.

“Well, we’re getting a shower, so we have to shampoo our hair after all,” Vanessa said, giving me a flirty wink. “So, go ahead and shampoo me.” As she said that, she spread my legs and ran her tongue along my pussy.

I moaned in delight, as this was the first time that Vanessa had eaten me out. I could tell by the way her eyes lit up that she loved the taste of me. She hungrily licked and ate me out with such energy, I leaned back against the wall. Her tongue parted my lips as she sucked on my clit. I rubbed my hands into her hair, pulling her in deeper and closer to me. Vanessa groaned happily as she looked up at me. I scrubbed her hair, lathering it up. She clearly must have more experience at this than I did because it didn’t take long for Vanessa’s tongue against my clit to bring me to orgasm. My thighs clenched around her as I came on her face.

“Mhmmm!” I groaned as I looked down at her, panting.

Vanessa stood up, a wide smile on her face as she made out with me, the water still pouring on top of us. But, my lust was not satisfied. I spun her around and pressed her up against the glass, hearing her tits squeak against it.

“Ah, Maria, what are you doing?” she asked, lust pervading in her voice. She moaned louder as I ran my hand along her back and between her ass. Then, I reached down, feeling her wet pussy with my fingertips, before thrusting them inside her. Her moaning increased as I began to work my hand in her.

“I’m just making sure that all parts of my girl are clean,” I said, using my other hand to tug gently on her hair, also washing out the soap. She spread her legs wider for me as her back arched. Her panting got faster and faster, fogging up the glass even more. I leaned over and began to cover her back in kisses.

“Mhmm, yes, just like that,” Vanessa moaned as her hips bucked in lust. Her hand reached back and felt around for me. I guided her hand up towards my breasts, which it happily began to fondle them. I sped up my fingers, pumping them in and out as Vanessa moaned more and more. “M-Maria! I’m… I’m gonna cum!”

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Lost

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Babes

Renee’s POV

“Cmon Renee! We’re gonna miss the dance!”

I giggled as my best friend Jackie dragged me through the crowded room.

Our parents were all spies and this was the annual ball that the director threw every year.

This year, they spared no expense and even had professional dancers performing during the event.

My parents are high lever spies that are currently out on a mission but Jackie’s parents are the directors of the bureau so they had to attend the party.

Me and Jackie are both 8 years old have been best friends for years and we hope to be spies just like our parents some day. “I’m so excited! I wonder if they’re going to eat fire or something.”

I give her an amused look as her eyes sparkle with excitement.

She’s so cute when she gets like this.

Rather than explaining what’s actually going to happen, I let her have hope.

Maybe there will be fire.

As the show is nearing an end, we hear a loud boom go off in the back of the room followed by the spray of machine guns. “GET DOWN!”

Jackie’s father Michael runs straight for us and scoops us up into his arms and agents form a barrier around him. “Director! We need to get you all out of here!”

Jackie’s mother appears beside us and they both agree.

We’re heading towards the back door when we see smoking coming in from underneath the door. “Oh no! We can’t get out.”

Michaels grip on us tightens a bit before he runs over to a closet and sets us inside. He moves a bunch of clothes and boxes out of the way revealing a vent in the back of the closet.

He swiftly kicks the grate down and as he does, Jackie’s mom Victoria begins firing her gun at someone coming towards them. “Michael! Get them out of here!”

He quickly kisses the top of our heads and looks us directly in the eyes. “I need you both to complete your first mission. Follow this vent to the outside. Run to the closest pay phone you can find and call 911.”

Jackie quickly wraps her arms around her father as we both begin to cry. “No papa! I don’t want to leave!”

He wipes his own tears before gently pushing her off of him. “You must my child! I can’t lose you here!”

She sniffs and wipes her eyes. He softly caresses her cheek and kisses her cheek before ushering us into the vent.

As he’s covering up the hole so no one knows we escaped, he hear Victoria scream out in pain. “MAMA!”

Jackie reaches back towards the opening but I pull her back towards the way out. “We can’t Jackie. We have to go.”

She nods her head reluctantly and once we get outside, we run as fast as we can to the closest pay phone.

Once the police arrive, we watch from the back of an ambulance as multiple bodies are pulled from the building.

Our eyes frantically scan each one hoping their not Jackie’s parents.

After a while, we see a woman being walked out of the building with a medic helping her. “Mama?”

Her head shoots up and she runs out of the man’s arms and engulfs us in a hug. “Oh heavens I’m so glad you girls are okay!”

We all cry as relief washes over us but Jackie quickly realizes something. “Where’s papa?”

Victorias eyes widen as she searches for her husband. She searches each body and even asks all of the wounded agents if they have seen him but none know of his whereabouts.

For days, Jackie’s father was searched for by multiple different agencies, but no leads were found. He essentially just vanished.

After that day, nothing was the same. Victoria fell into a deep depression from the loss of her husband and retired from the bureau.

Now, I am 25 years old and the youngest agent to be appointed as director of the bureau.

The only agent in the entire department that comes close to my skill, is Jackie.

She is actually much better than me, but she doesn’t Halkalı travest want the position.

She still works for the agency, still trying to find her father.

It is the main thing that she focuses on everyday.

Of course, she completes all of her missions with ease, but I know that each one she completes, she is trying to find some link to her father’s whereabouts.

Jackie’s POV

“So there I was, diffusing a bomb while my partner was off doing who knows what. I hear a bunch of gunfire so I already know that she must have tripped some alarm or something.”

I lean back against the chair as 3 of the new recruits gather around me.

They asked if I had any tips that they could use in the field, and who am I to deprive them of such a riveting tale?

“So, i rush over to her location and I see her getting all fancy with the back flips trying not to get shot. Obviously she needed my help so ya know what I did?”

They shrug and I lean in a little closer.

“I whistled to get their attention and when they turned around I was twirling the very bomb I was supposed to diffuse around my finger.”

Their eyes get huge. “No way!”

“I call cap.”

I shake my head laughing a little. ” nah nah it’s all legit. They even pointed their guns at me, bunch of lunatics. I tossed it up in the air and as their attention was in the air, I quickly drew my gun and shot each one on the kneecap.”

“Oooo.”

“Yeah. Ouch right? My partner wasn’t too pleased as we jumped through the window before the bomb went off. Probably because her hair got wet but it was mission accomplished in my opinion.”

They all laughed at my nonchalant behavior before quickly sitting up straight and getting quiet.

I raise an eyebrow at them confused. “You guys good?”

“Ehm.” Suddenly, someone clears her throat behind me and I cringe.

I lean my head onto the back of the chair and find Renee scolding me. “Oh,hello ma’am. Fancy seeing you here.”

She places her hands on either side of the back of my chair and glares down at me. “Slacking off again agent snow?”

I give her a playful grin. “You know me. Always workin.”

Her gaze intensifies causing me to squirm a little in my seat. “I um..I’m actually helping them with their training. Sharing some of my old tricks with them.”

She raises an eyebrow at me. “Old tricks? The ones that almost got us killed multiple times?”

The recruits gasp a little realizing my stories were true and I can’t help smirking at them.

Now, I feel like doing a little teasing. “Yeah. Back when you used to have a little fun.”

Her eyes widen and I almost see her cheeks turn red before she slaps a small note onto my face. “You’re impossible.”

I remove the paper and rub my nose as I read the contents. “We have a mission. Follow those instructions to the letter. I’ll update you later.”

She starts to walk away from me but I quickly grab her wrist and give her a puzzled look. “We? Since when do you leave the desk?”

She pauses for a moment before looking back at me slightly. “This is a very detailed mission. I needed someone I could trust.”

My eyes widen as I feel my heart being to race a little. She pulls her hand away and I watch as she walks off,greeting everyone she passes.

When I turn back, the recruits jaws are basically on the floor. “You and the director?”

“There’s no way. You’re basically a scrub!”

I roll my eyes and hold up all of their badges that I swiped as soon as the got near me leaving them dumbfounded. “Im actually one of the most respected agents in the bureau. I just don’t act like it.”

I toss them back their badges and excuse myself.

As I’m walking away, one of them calls for me. “Sooo…the director?”

I smile a little but don’t turn to face Halkalı travestleri them. “Just an old friend.”

That night, I light up a cigarette as I lean up against an alley wall.

This is the location she told me to meet at and I’m always a bit early i figured i could get a quick smoke in before the boss showed up.

Unfortunately, i wasn’t that lucky. “Honestly right now? I thought you quit.”

She snatches the stick out of my mouth and stomps it out before I can even get a puff in. “Well hello to you too.”

She rolls her eyes and starts walking down the alley as I follow suit. “This mission is really important. I need you to keep your eyes open and be on your best behavior.”

As shes explaining things further, I feel my eyes drag down her body and I don’t even  realize she’s  still talking until she stops walking.

“Huh?”

She groans and ducks into the car that arrived for us. “Did you even hear a word I said?”

I give her a blank look and she sighs rubbing her temples. “There is a reason I brought you on this mission. It’s very important.”

I roll my eyes and lean back against the door with my hands behind my head. “According to your note, this seemed like a regular run of the mill clean up. Any of those newbies I was talking to could handle this so why are we going?”

She nervously bites her lip as she looks out the window and this actually gets my attention.

After all of the years I’ve known Renee, I’ve never seems her this nervous. “Hey, what’s the matter?”

I softly take hold of her hand and smile as she relaxes a little. “It’s nothing. I just have a feeling about this one.”

I nod my head and ease a little closer to her causing her to turn her attention towards me instead of the outside. “Alright well, whatever it is we’ll figure it out. Don’t let it get you all worked up.”

I softly kiss the palm of her hand and smile when I see her face heat up. “God. You’re something else.”

I laugh a little and make sure that the one way glass is fully up before softly kissing her cheek.

She whips her head around to look at me and I capture her lips as she does.

She returns the kiss, but gently pushes me back a little. “Jackie, we shouldn’t. We’re not that far.”

I softly kiss along her neck and she tightens her grip on my shirt. “We don’t need long.”

I softly nibble on the sensitive spot on her neck causing her to softly moan into my ear.

I eases on top of her a little more as we adjust in the seat and as soon as my cold fingers from the low temperatures outside come into contact with her warm wet pussy, she moans and arches into me. “Y-you’re cold.”

I smirk against her neck as I softly rub her clit in a circular motion. “You like that don’t you?”

She nods her head as she wraps her arms around my neck. I slowly ease 2 fingers into her sopping wet hole and I have to cover her mouth to keep her quiet.

I hold my fingers there and she tries to move her hips but I use my own weight to keep her still and she glares up  at me. “Shhh…be patient. That glass may be soundproof but you have to be a good girl and not get too loud okay?”

She nods her head and her eyes roll to the back of it as my fingers start to slowly pump in and out of here going as deep as I can.

I curl my fingers to ensure that I hit her G spot and I can feel her body building up to climax.

Her hips are bucking against me now and I can feel my own arousal growing. “Cmon baby. Cum for me.” She eagerly nods her head and I feel her tighten around my fingers before her orgasm takes over.

Her whole body arches into me as she screams against the palm of my hand.

Once she’s calmed down a bit, I remove my hand and softly kiss down her body until my lips are directly across from her lower ones.

I Travesti halkalı slowly lick up every drop of her sweet juices as her fingers play in my hair. “Fuck…”

Once I’m done, I lean up and softly kiss her lips.

Her tongue slides into my mouth, tasting herself on my tongue and I can’t help the moan that escapes.

“Mm…you just can’t behave yourself can you?”

I smile before kissing her again. “You’re not complaining are you?”

She shakes her head and we both get cleaned up before we arrive at the destination.

Once we get there, the driver leaves and we head up to a small farm where some of our agents did some damage during a recent mission.

“I don’t mean to trouble you folks but, it’s rather expensive to repair a barn and it’s getting cold out so my animals need somewhere to sleep.”

I shake the old famers hand and hand him a check. “No worries sir. Just write this check out to however much the damages are and we’ll cover it. Hell I’ll even come out myself and help with the repairs. “

His eyes widen as he looks between me and the check. “Are ya sure? I don’t wanna be a burden.”

I give him a genuine smile and pat him on the shoulder. “No trouble here.”

He nods his head and thanks me again before rushing inside to tell his wife.

I laugh a little at how excited he is but my attention is drawn to the beauty before me as she takes hold of my hand. “Alright, that’s enough flirting with the clients.”

I roll my eyes as she drags me towards the barn. “The only person I’m interested in flirting with, is you director.”

She rolls her eyes at me and gasps a little when I pin her up against the wall once we’re inside the barn. “You still won’t let me take you out? I’ll be good I promise.”

She smirks and softly caresses my face before quickly slipping behind me and slamming me against the wall with my hand behind my back. “I’ve told you agent snow, I don’t date. You should know that more than anyone.”

I roll my eyes and get out of her hold, spinning her around so that her back is against me, one of my arms is around her neck, and I have her arm twisted in a way that if I were to slightly flick my wrist, it would break but she knows I wouldn’t actually do it. “And you know how I feel.”

She stops resisting for a moment and looks away from me.

I loosen my grip and let her go before walking off into the barn. “Jack…it’s not you I promise..”

“Then what is it Renee?” I turn back to her and she jumps a little at my raised voice.

“We’ve known each other since we were kids. I’ve risked my life for you on multiple occasions. I’ve done everything I can to make you happy. Hell, I even fuck you whenever you want yet I’m still not good enough.”

I lean back against one of the barn posts with my head down and she walks up to me.

She softly cups my face and sighs at the saddened expression on my face. “What more must I do Renee? Is it…just because it’s me?”

Her eyes widen as she presses our bodies together. “NO! Yes…it’s…it’s complicated sweetie. I just…I don’t want to lose this.”

I softly wrap my arms around her waist and I see her cheeks heat up a little. “You won’t lose me.”

She sighs and looks away from me when all of a sudden, something catches her eye. “No way..”

She walks over to a pile of hay and starts moving it around.

I give her a confused look before I see her reach in and pull something out of it. “Umm…I hope you’re going to wash your hands after this.”

She turns back to me and what I see in her hands takes my breath away completely.

When my father wasn’t out on mission, he loved to work with his hands. I inherited that passion from him so I always enjoy working on projects or building new things.

One thing he would do every year is make these tiny little wooden figures and give them to me and my friends for Christmas.

I gently take the small toy out of Renee’s hand and when I see the tiny “S” on the bottom of the toy, I know that my suspicions must be true.

“This is why I brought you out here. I think your father is alive.”

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Jessica’s Awakening Ch. 03

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Disclaimer:

Here is the third installment involving Jessica and Stacy. I recommend reading the first two chapters, just for context and to familiarize yourself with the characters. I originally intended on finishing the party in this chapter but got a little carried away. My new plan is to finish the party with a fourth chapter, and we all know what happens when you make plans. I still haven’t decided if I will continue after that, I have some ideas that I like but I don’t want to kill the story by overdoing it. Please let me know what you think in the comments. Standard legal stuff: all characters are above the age of 18, any resemblance to real life people and/or situations is entirely coincidental, I don’t mind if you post this on another site just please acknowledge me somewhere in the post. Hope you enjoy the story!

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Jessica lay on the ottoman, completely oblivious to the world around her as her body was still experiencing the aftereffects of the earth-shattering orgasm she had just received at the hands of her new lover and mistress Stacy. Next to her lay her fellow pet Katie, panting heavily from the orgasm she had received from her mistress Trinity. Both women were still bound to the ottoman their mistress’ had tied them to earlier. They had both been used as the demonstrators in a sex toy party that Stacy had arranged, and Trinity had MC’d, much to the delight of the other 8 women in attendance. Jessica had been stunned to learn about the toys, as Stacy had told her it was just a pajama party when she invited her, and was even more surprised at how turned on she had gotten watching Katie being wantonly exhibited in such a manner. Stacy had picked up on Jessica’s desires, and after the first half of the show, and a steamy 69 session between her and Jessica, she had asked Jessica if she wanted to join Katie for the second half of the demonstration. Jessica had jumped at the idea, throwing herself enthusiastically into the role, much to Stacy’s delight. As Jessica returned to reality, she saw Stacy kneeling next to her, beaming. Stacy began to passionately kiss Jessica, a kiss Jessica returned in equal.

“You were amazing Jess! Every woman here want’s you SOOO bad!” Stacy whispered to the still bound brunette lying on the ottoman. “Are you ok?”

Jessica looked around the room and saw the eyes of every woman, apart from Katie who was still returning to reality after her own mind-blowing orgasm, staring at her, pure lust in their eyes. She had never felt as sexy in her life. She felt all her energy return and could only think of one thing, pleasuring and being pleasured by all these beautiful women.

“Please mistress, will you share me with all your friends? Please?” Jessica practically begged the blonde kneeling next to her.

Stacy was shocked by her friends’ request. Never in a million years did she think the shy brunette she had met 6 months ago would be begging to be fucked by a group of horny women. “Are you sure? If you want to stop that’s perfectly ok.” She replied. Stacy was concerned for her friend and didn’t want Jessica to feel like she was forced to do anything she didn’t want to.

Jessica had never been more sure of anything in her life. She wanted to be fucked by all the gorgeous women. She NEEDED to be fucked by all these gorgeous women. “Please mistress?” Jessica continued begging, “Please will you let me get fucked by all these women like the slut that I am? I want them to use every hole and turn me in to their little fuckdoll! PLEASE?”

Even if Stacy had wanted to there was no way she was going to stop now. Hearing Jessica beg to have her body used had driven everything but lust from Stacy’s mind. She was going to give her pet to every woman here, starting with herself. “You want me and my friends to use you like the little whore you are?” She responded to Jessica’s pleading, “Fuck your holes until their raw? You’re going to have to earn it first.” Stacy climbed on to the ottoman and sat directly on top of Jessica’s face, grinding herself into her still bound pet. “Eat my pussy SLUT! If you make me cum maybe I’ll let you get fucked like the dirty little whore you are!” The instant Stacy’s pussy came within reach Jessica began to attack it with her tongue, wanting to return the immense pleasure Stacy had given her.

Meanwhile a flurry of activity was happening around the room. Trinity, having dumped the remaining toys from her bag, had also climbed on top of the ottoman, sitting on Katie’s face and receiving that same desperate tongue lashing that Stacy was receiving. The rest of the women were grabbing various toys and beginning to pair off, desperate to have their own mind-blowing orgasms. Britney, one half of the blonde couple that Jessica had just met that night, grabbed two silver butt plugs, shoving one into her own ass, before strapping on a harness and fitting a 16″ coal black dildo to it. She walked back over to her girlfriend Gümüşsuyu travesti Christine, who had bent over in front of the loveseat they had been sharing, and pushed the other plug in the blondes amazing ass, before sliding the dildo into her pussy and beginning to fuck her from behind. Brandy, the tiny brunette who had spent most of the night kissing and licking the redhead Amanda’s porcelain tits, had likewise grabbed two butt plugs, one for her and one for Amanda, but had grabbed an 18″ double-headed dildo. Her and Amanda currently had most of the toy down their throats, providing plenty of spit to lube it before stuffing it into their overheated pussies. Ronnie, the busty blonde, had opted for two sets of anal beads, both roughly the size of ping pong balls, and a harness with a 10″ purple dildo. She had already inserted the beads into herself and her dark-haired partner, Alissa, and had sat down for her lover to mount her.

Jessica did not see any of this activity, as her entire face was covered by Stacy’s grinding pussy. Jessica was licking Stacy’s pussy with everything she had, sucking her clit and trying to shove her tongue as deep as possible, hoping Stacy would cum and paint her face with her delicious juices.

“OHH fuck Jess, that feels SOOO fucking good!” Stacy moaned, enjoying her new pet’s oral ministrations. “You’re going to make me cum all over that pretty little face!” Jessica increased her efforts upon hearing this, wanting to return the pleasure Stacy had been giving her that entire evening. She tilted her head back, as much as Stacy’s grinding would allow, and started licking around Stacy’s asshole.

The effect on Stacy was instant. “YES! KEEP LICKING MY ASS SLUT! FUCK, I’M CUMMING!” She screamed right before she orgasmed, coating Jessica’s face in copious amounts of her feminine juices. Beside her Trinity succumbed to her own orgasm, painting her own pet’s face with her cum.

Trinity and Stacy fell off the ottoman, spasming from the intense orgasms their pets had given them. Jessica and Katie briefly looked at each other before beginning to furiously make out, kissing and licking their mistress’ juices from the others face. Their own pussies were starting to leak, knowing that they had made their mistress’ cum, coupled with the furious fucking they were about to receive from the beautiful women surrounding, them had driven their lust back to record levels.

Stacy and Trinity sat up, after recovering from their respective orgasms, and watched their pets finish cleaning each other’s faces. They each gave their respective pet a passionate kiss before Trinity looked at Stacy and said, “What do you think, have these sluts earned it?”

Stacy feigned a look of thought for a moment, causing Jessica’s heart to skip a beat, before responding, “I think so, but we better keep an eye on them or someone might try and steal them!”

“How about we keep them on a short leash?” Trinity replied, holding up the leash she had led Katie into the room with.

“Even better!” Stacy giggled, grabbing her own leash and clipping it to the collar that was still around Jessica’s neck. Her and Trinity then untied the bound women and gave them a minute to stretch out their limbs, strapping on their own harnesses and dildos and inserting a toy each in their own backsides, before leading them out in the group.

Stacy immediately brought Jessica over to Britney and Christine, knowing how hot Brit had been for Jessica when she was on the ottoman. Stacy wanted to give her a taste of her new pet, knowing it would drive Britney crazy knowing she was Stacy’s and not hers and Christine’s. She pointed at the ground underneath Christine, to which Jessica gave a quizzical look. “Get down there and lick her slut!” Stacy said.

“Yes mistress!” Jessica responded immediately. Lying on her back and shimmering under the bent over Christine she put her face directly beneath the blonde’s perfectly shaved pussy. Seeing the pussy above her being stretched out by the massive dildo was an extremely erotic site for the brunette pet, turning her on more than she already was. She began licking and sucking at Christine’s swollen, exposed clit, enjoying tasting her third woman of the day.

“OHHH fuck!” Christine groaned. “That’s fucking good.”

Stacy smiled as she sat down in front of Christine, causing the leash attached to Jessica to pull her tighter against the blonde’s pussy. She hitched the strap-on further up her hips, exposing her dripping wet pussy and wiggling it in Christine’s face. Christine dove in, giving one long lick up Stacy’s labia before sucking her clit in, eliciting a groan from Stacy. “Fuck Brit! I forgot how good she was at sucking pussy!” Stacy panted.

“She’s the best!” Britney replied. “Although guessing from Christine’s moans your pet has some skills as well!”

Stacy smiled. “And this is her first-time eating pussy! Imagine how good she’ll be after a little training!”

Jessica smiled into Christine’s pussy. She couldn’t believe that Gümüşsuyu travestileri these beautiful women were complimenting her sexual talents! It only drove her desire to pleasure the blonde that she was currently servicing. Jessica redoubled her efforts, attacking Christine’s pussy with everything she had, an effort that didn’t go unnoticed by the bent-over woman. “FUCK!” She screamed, pulling her face from Stacy’s cunt. “THIS SLUT IS ATTACKING MY PUSSY! SHE’S GOING TO MAKE ME CUM!”

Stacy smiled and pulled Christine’s face back to her dripping pussy. “Yeah, she definitely has some skills!” She directed at Britney.

Britney didn’t say anything, she was too turned on by the action happening in front of her. She sped up her thrusts into Christine, stuffing the entire 16″ monster she was wearing into her girlfriend at a blistering pace.

This proved too much for Christine, and she exploded in orgasm with a scream that was muffled by Stacy’s pussy. Jessica, who was still pulled tight to the blondes gushing pussy by Stacy’s leash, also exploded in orgasm, surprised that just making another women cum could set her off. She drank down Christine’s juices, enjoying the taste almost as much as her mistress’. Stacy was also in the throes of an orgasm, the sight of Jessica both cumming and making another woman cum, coupled with Christine’s continued moans and screams into her pussy, proved too much for the overheated blonde.

Britney, courtesy of the nub on the inside of the harness and the sight of three beautiful women climaxing, was on the verge herself. She slammed the dildo at her waist into Chrstine, grinding against the nub with all her weight. Moments later she succumb to her own orgasm, screaming, “FUCK! YOU SLUT’S ARE SO HOT!”

It took a minute for the foursome to come down from their respective orgasms, but once they did Britney withdrew the strap-on from Christine’s pussy as the bent over blonde rolled on to her back beside Jessica. As soon as Jessica saw the glistening dildo above her she jumped to her knees and attacked it with her mouth, surprising Stacy and pulling the leash from her grip. Jessica began licking and sucking the huge fake cock, wanting to taste Christine some more.

Stacy recovered from her surprise quickly. “No slut! I didn’t say you could do that!” She said, grabbing the leash once again and pulling Jessica away from Britney.

Jessica yelped as Stacy drug her away, a little taken aback by the amount of force her mistress had used. She turned and looked at Stacy, staring into her eyes. She saw the same look there that she had seen the entire night, a look that spoke of love and not just lust, and somehow knew that her friend would never hurt her. She bowed her head, staring at the floor and putting her best sad puppy dog face on, she said, “I’m sorry mistress. Can I please suck that huge cock? I want it in my mouth SOOO bad. Please mistress, I’ll be your good little whore from now on. PLEASE?!?”

“I shouldn’t let you, after disobeying me,” Stacy replied in a stern tone, “But if I don’t Brit would probably start a fight!”. Britney nodded behind Jessica, desperate to get her fake dick in to the brunette’s sexy mouth, “But first you have to be punished!” Stacy continued. She pulled Jessica towards her as she sat up, laying her pet across her lap with Jessica’s round ass pointing in the air. She began to spank Jessica firmly on the ass, causing a small amount of pain but not hurting her pet.

Jessica moaned from the punishment, enjoying the feeling. She was discovering new things about her sexual appetites, much to her pleasure. “Thank you for the punishment mistress! I deserve it for being such a bad girl!” She moaned. “Please keep spanking my naughty ass!”

Stacy was absolutely delighted by Jessica’s reaction to the spanking, her friend kept surprising her with her reactions to all the various acts that were being done too here and she knew that she had awoken a sexual demon in Jessica. “You like being punished, you dirty whore!” She said. “You like getting your naughty ass spanked?” Stacy picked up the pace and force of her spanks, leaving Jessica’s buttcheeks bright red. She gave one more two-handed slap to Jessica’s ass, before pushing the brunette off her lap and back on to her knees on the floor. “Crawl to her and beg slut!” She finished, releasing the leash.

Jessica crawled towards Britney, pure lust on her face. “Please Britney can I clean your beautiful cock?” She said as she settled beneath the blonde, “Can I suck your girlfriends’ delicious juices from your dick?” Britney didn’t respond, except for shoving the plastic toy deep into Jessica’s mouth causing her to gag.

“Careful Brit.” Stacy said from the couch where Christine had joined her to watch the show, still not wanting to push Jessica too far.

“Fine!” Britney huffed, withdrawing the fake phallus slightly from Jessica’s mouth.

Once again Jessica surprised everyone, this time by slamming her face forward and taking a large amount of Britney’s Travesti Gümüşsuyu fake cock down her throat and moaning around it. She held it in her throat for a few moments before withdrawing until just the tip was in her mouth and then slamming her face forward again. She repeated this process a few times, essentially face fucking herself on Britney’s massive strap-on. Brad, her cheating ex, had always said she gave great blowjobs, although his dick had been barely a third the size as the fake one she was now sucking.

Stacy and Christine were beside themselves with lust as they watched Jessica’s lewd display. Christine got on her knees on the couch and began to suck Stacy’s own 12″ strap-on, matching Jessica’s movements. The two randy women continued to slam the dildos into their throats for a couple minutes, until Stacy and Britney couldn’t stand it anymore.

“God, I need to fuck this slut!” Britney said, transfixed by Jessica staring up at her as she swallowed the dildo around her waist.

“What do think my pet?” Stacy purred at Jessica. “Should I let my friend fuck you?”

Jessica slowly pulled her mouth off the strap-on, staring Britney straight in the eyes. “Please mistress!” she begged, “Please let your friend fuck my slutty little pussy! I want it SOOO bad! I want her to destroy my pussy with her massive cock! Please mistress can your friend fuck me?”

Stacy hesitated for a few moments before responding, if only to irritate Britney and make sure she knew who the boss was here, “Ok my pet, I guess you’ve earned it.” She lifted Christine’s face off her own strap-on and pushed her to the ground on her back. “Mount her slut!” She directed Jessica. The brunette complied immediately, sitting atop the prone woman’s face and wiggling her pussy at Christine. She wanted to grind her pussy on Christine’s mouth, but somehow knew that she had to let the blonde below her take the initiative, lest she receive another punishment.

Britney practically drooled as she saw the sexy brunette mount her girlfriend, she positioned her strap-on at the entrance to Jessica’s dripping wet pussy before looking at Stacy. Stacy had positioned her own strap-on to fuck Christine, before looking at Britney and nodding. Both women slammed their hips forward, burying their fake dicks all the way into Jessica and Christine’s pussies, eliciting load moans from the women. Christine immediately began attacking Jessica’s clit, desperate to taste the woman that had been driving her wild all night. Jessica, meanwhile, stared at Stacy, a fiery passion burning in her eyes as Britney slowly worked the massive dildo in and out of her gaping pussy.

Stacy returned Jessica’s stare with equal passion, plus the look of love she had given her new pet all night. “Do you like that my pet?” Stacy asked Jessica.

“I love it my mistress!” Jessica moaned back. “She’s stretching my tight little pussy SOOO good!”

Christine gave Jessica’s clit a hard suck as she heard this, not wanting to be forgotten.

“OHH FUCK!” Jessica screamed at the increased stimulation on her clit. “Your friend’s tongue feels amazing against my clit! She is SOOO good at that!”

Stacy smiled at Jessica, having had a good tonguing from Christine before, she knew how skilled the slender blonde was. Stacy pushed Jessica’s face down into Christine’s crotch. “Better return the favor!” She said, before grabbing her phone and reactivating the vibrations on the plug still buried in Jessica’s asshole, causing the brunette to scream into Christine’s pussy.

Britney was being driven insane by the activity going on in front of her, as she steadily picked up the pace of her thrusts into Jessica. She could hear her girlfriend moaning below her, obviously enjoying both Stacy’s strap-on and Jessica’s oral talents. Knowing her girlfriend enjoyed getting fucked by other woman, equally as much as she enjoyed fucking other woman, always drove Britney’s lust, and tonight was no different. She got a firmer grip on Jessica’s hips and growled with lust, “Time to REALLY fuck this whore!” Before beginning to pound her massive dildo into Jessica at a ludicrous speed.

Stacy was once again surprised by her new pet, as Jessica lifted her head up and screamed, “FUCK YES! USE MY PUSSY LIKE THE LITTLE SLUT I AM. STRETCH OUT MY TIGHT PUSSY WITH YOUR HUGE COCK!” Before diving back into Christine’s pussy. Stacy couldn’t believe that Jessica was taking that monster and begging for more. She was going to have a lot of fun with her new pet!

Jessica, for her part, had no clue where all of this was coming from. She had never imagined that she would end up in this position, or any of the other positions she had found herself in that night. Here she was bent over with her face buried in another woman’s pussy, while a butt plug vibrated in her ass and another woman fucked her from behind with a massive 16″ dildo. She had no time to formulate an answer, as Stacy turned the vibrations on the plug up to maximum while at the same time Stacy drove her strap-on to the hilt into Jessica. This drove Jessica over the edge and into the biggest orgasm she had ever had, which was saying something considering the orgasms she had already experienced that night. She screamed into the blonde below her’s pussy, causing Christine to also cross the threshold to her own massive orgasm.

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Caroline and Her Lovers Ch. 06

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Caroline and Her Lovers Ch. 6

A hierarchy defined a new collar and starting the move.

Written by Aoife

A/N – Please enjoy this continuing sapphic fictional series. Please know this story centers around the love of other women and the strong woman Caroline has become. I hope you see I am increasing her lead and mastery of leading her harem as we move forward.

Thank you for your comments and recommendations.

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Miss Caroline was very firm with me when I started crying. I listened and promised her I would stop. I fell asleep eventually hugging my pillow softly weeping as I wished I could be with Her.

It was just after 4:30 in the morning when I woke up. My heart was still breaking, my body sore from crying. I sat up in bed and made a decision. It was a crazy decision but one which I needed for me, for my heart, and my soul.

**** End of Chapter 5 ****

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Chloe

After a long day of preparation for the next conference, I clocked out at 4:00 as my shift ended. I made my way to my parents’ house and did what I needed to do. I wrote a letter explaining my unhappiness.

Right at 7:40 pm, I boarded the Amtrak Silver Service, Palmetto heading south. I stowed my backpack at my feet. I had checked my suitcase not knowing what I could be getting myself into. It was with a few quick jolts that the train moved forward. I pulled off my sweatshirt, rolled it up into a pillow and laid my head against the window hoping to get some sleep.

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I was shaken awake by the Amtrak employee’s announcement that we were 15 minutes from Savannah. I opened my eyes and looked at my watch. True to her words, it was just 6:30 am. Immediately my stomach started churning. I started sweating and I almost started crying.

The train came to a stop and the announcement was made that we had arrived in Savannah. I pulled on my sweatshirt, gathered my backpack and made my way towards the train exit and then baggage claim. Once I had my suitcase, I followed the signs to the passenger pickup and public transportation.

I walked out to the taxi stand. I had pulled Miss Caroline’s home address from the hotel records. I didn’t care; I would be fired in two days for being a “no-call / no-show”. I would find another job if I needed to. It would all hinge on what Miss Caroline wanted with me.

I had Miss Caroline’s phone number as a backup should things not go as planned. The taxi driver smiled when I asked if he knew the Port Wentworth area and handed him the address.

He smiled.” It won’t be that long, maybe fifteen minutes; it’s about 9 miles to our north.” He put the car in gear and off we went.

“Traveling home?” He asked.

“No sir. Coming to visit a friend, it is a surprise. She doesn’t know I am coming.”

He smiled, commenting how nice of a friend I was, if he only knew. I hoped I would be received positively.

Just as the driver suggested it was fifteen minutes later, we pulled up in front of a beautiful two story home. He parked in the driveway and opened his door then mine. He then opened the trunk and lifted my medium size suitcase out. I handed him the fare plus a tip thanking him.

I made my way to the front door leaving my backpack and suitcase off to the side in hopes I would be welcomed.

I paused a few moments then with all the courage I could muster; I rang the bell then waited. There was no response. Here I stood, a nineteen year old girl, hoping to see the woman I loved and needed would still, want and need me.

I started getting very nervous, so I rang the doorbell again.

My heart started racing when I heard footsteps. I heard the metallic click of a door chain, then the twist of a lock, then the door knob twisting as the swoosh of the door deafened my ears as the door to the home opened.

I was caught off guard when a beautiful woman with chestnut brown hair greeted me wearing her robe, looking as if she just woke up.

“May I help you?” She asked.

Tears flowed from my eyes. I immediately panicked, my voice cracked as I started to speak.

“I… I am… sorry but is Miss Caroline here?” I shook as the tears flowed and my stomach churned harder. I do not know why but I couldn’t stop crying. I lowered my head in fear and embarrassment.

“I… I am sorry she doesn’t know… I left home last night. Please tell her Chloe is here to see her and I need her so much!”

“Come in! Come in please.” The woman opened the door wide. “Is that your bag and suitcase?”

I nodded, unable to speak. “Bring them then. Please wait here in the foyer, let me wake Miss Caroline.”

Her words rang true now to my ears, it was only seven in the morning on a Saturday. Oh what have I done!

As I entered the foyer of the beautiful home, I heard Miss Caroline’s voice. “Chloe?”

“Miss! Oh Miss, I am sorry I had to…” I cried harder falling to my knees in fear. “Please Miss I am so, so very sorry.”

She hurried down the stairs and Fındıkzade travesti knelt on the floor next to me. “Chloe.” She whispered, wrapping her arms around me, just holding me tight. She whispered in a very firm voice. “What are you doing girl?”

“Oh Miss!” I cried harder into her camisole as she hugged me tight.

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Caroline

My mind was slightly buzzing from the last 30 minutes of activity. I sat at the table in the breakfast nook staring out the window onto the backyard. I was pulled from my thoughts as Bev brought four coffee cups to the table. I almost told her that only three were needed, but I thought twice.

“What the hell did that girl do?” I finally said out loud. I had asked question in my head at least four times in the past minutes. “I should redden her ass until she cries!”

Bev had a small bowl of sugar and a pint size bottle of half-n-half sitting on the trivet. I looked up at her and smiled nodding my head, it was then she took her seat, on my right. I heard the pitter patter of feet. I looked over my shoulder and saw Angela. She smiled and let me know that Chloe was in the shower and had been taken care of.

“Well this is an unexpected turn of events.” I exhaled. In my mind I knew all this did was move things forward faster than I expected.

We heard a series of spits and sputters from the coffee pot. Bev stood from her chair and retrieved the finished pot and poured it into the warming carafe. She brought it over and set in on the center trivet excusing her to check on Chloe.

Angela poured both of us a cup of coffee. She looked at me and smiled, I nodded. “Please tell me what is on your mind.”

“Miss, you must forgive me, but did you see how her eyes and expression changed when she saw you come down the steps? She adores you Miss.”

“I want to redden her ass! Yet, I want to hug her and love her.” I took a sip of coffee. “She needs and deserves both! How dare she just pop in like this?” I took another sip from my coffee. “Angela, it has only been three weeks! What went through that girl’s mind?”

“Ha!” Angela laughed and looked at me with a smirk on her face.

I glared at her. “Manage yourself Angela! I will redden your bottom for that reaction.”

“Yes Miss Caroline.” She set her coffee cup on the table and placed her hand on top of mine, her thumb stroking the back of my hand lovingly.

“What went through her mind was the same thing that Bev and I felt when we first met you at the Christmas Party. The same thoughts when you hold us, when you love us, and yes the few times you reddened my ass for being a “girl”.”

She actually held up her hands and used air quotes.

“That girl Miss is infatuated with you.” She paused. “I bet she had a mini orgasm just seeing you Miss.”

I just smiled and looked at her and took her hand in mine. “Well I guess it is time for a family meeting and discussion of duties around the house for the next two weeks until we head north.”

We were interrupted when Bev announced that Chloe would be down momentarily.

I looked at Bev. “I should redden your ass… just because!” I smiled at her and winked.

“Hmm yes. Please Miss.” Bev smiled wide.

Angela smiled and replied, “I thought the same thing Bev dear.”

I glared at Angela. “Stop it.” I then looked at Bev, “Both of you stop it. I am… Agh!”

I stood backing away from my chair and the table. I needed to think this through. I suddenly needed to support another person. I needed more structure in My family. I hadn’t thought this all the way through yet.

“Damn!” I screamed in frustration. I turned and looked at the girls, I saw Chloe standing in the kitchen looking at me. She immediately lowered her head.

“Chloe!” I barked. Her head immediately lifted looking at me. “What did I tell you about looking down?”

She said nothing. I stood there looking at her. I crossed my arms over my chest. There was silence in the room. Angela and Bev didn’t move.

“When we were together in the hotel room and you stood in the bathroom with your head down, what did I say to you?”

Chloe stood there in silence, still not saying anything. I slowly walked over to her. I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t mad, I wasn’t upset. I was frustrated, I was simply frustrated. I walked towards Chloe.

“Well?” There was no answer.

I took her hand and walked her to the living room.

“I instructed you that you were not to look down unless instructed to. Ever! You are to look forward. You represent Me, you are to be proud of who you are and confident.”

I sat on the couch not letting go of her hand. I pulled her hand, twisting her and pulling her closer.

“Take your sweatpants down, now! Lay across my legs. I told you I would redden your ass Chloe.” I looked at her. “Angela, Bev. Come here and steady your sister.”

Angela and Bev moved quickly into the living room. They both assisted Chloe as she lay down over my legs. I felt the warmth of her mound resting Fındıkzade travestileri into my pajama pants, her bare ass exposed.

“Count Chloe”

Whack!

“One” Chloe sputtered.

Whack!

“Two Miss”

I waited as she squirmed slightly.

“Stop moving.”

Then in succession…

WHACK

WHACK

WHACK

Her ass turned red rather quickly and my hand stung some. I looked at Angela. “Help her stand.”

Once Chloe was off of my legs, I stood and walked towards the stairs for my shower. Bev started to follow me; I turned to her looking at all three girls in the living room.

“No Bev, no enjoyment, no sex, no making love and no fun until the house are in order. I will be down after my lonely and unenjoyable shower, which wasn’t what I was looking forward to on a Saturday morning. We will have a family meeting to discuss rules.”

I paused then looked at Angela. “As my lieutenant, I assume you will mentor and advise your sisters when, like now, I am not pleased.” I turned and made my way to my shower.

“Not the way I wanted my Saturday morning to start!” I said to no one walking up the stairs.

***

I finished my shower and I dried off making my way into the bedroom. When I entered the bedroom, I saw Chloe standing at the doorway. Her hands were in front of her, and she was looking straight ahead. I continued on with what I was doing. I slipped on my panties deciding to go braless today. It was Saturday; I was hoping to spend some fun time with the girls. I had promised some fun shopping at an adult store north of Savannah, across the South Carolina border.

I wasn’t sure of what I truly wanted to do with Chloe at this point and I did see she looked sincere in her coming apology. I lifted my blouse off the hanger and went to put it on but paused and looked at her.

“When you learn the rules, you will be allowed to assist. Did you learn anything from Angela?”

Chloe nodded. I extended my hand. Chloe stepped forward, taking the blouse from my hand. I turned around, allowing her to slip it on my arms through the holes. She was very careful in her movements. I pulled my hair from the collar, turned allowing her to button up the lighter weight floral print blouse.

“Go tell Angela we are leaving for brunch in twenty minutes, my coffee was ruined this morning and I haven’t eaten and send Bev up here and tell your sister to hurry.”

I watched her turn and leave the room. I turned and walked to the vanity finishing my makeup. A few moments later there was a knock on the bedroom door.

“Miss?”

“Bev dearest, close the door please.”

I stood from the vanity and walked towards her. I was horny; the rush of adrenaline from this morning was powerful. I was needy, and I missed Bev in the shower this morning. I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off my shoulders exposing my breasts and hard nipples to her.

“Kneel.” Bev smiled wide.

I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband of my panties, pulling them down. I stepped out of them and approached her, stopping in front of her.

“Open.”

I stepped closer and spread my legs, running my moist lips over her already extended tongue.

“I missed you in my shower slut. Quickly, make me happy, I will cover you with my nectar.”

Bev slid her hands up my outer thighs to my ass. She held my ass firm pulling me deeper in her face. Her tongue gently flicked at my clit, circling it, and then with her tongue pressed flat she lapped at my lips, loving them.

“Make Me cum slut!”

As she closed her mouth on my swollen lips and moved up kissing my clit, Bev opened her mouth like, then with the underside of her tongue Drew it down from my clit to through my dripping passage. Then down to stopping at the bottom of my pussy.

I streaked in pleasure.

“Bev, I just had a wicked thought. Do not stop Bev.” I grasped at her hair.

“Angela!!” I yelled. “Bring slut here!”

Bev closed her mouth over my clit making love to me, urging me forward, closer to my orgasm. My hands pulled at Bev’s hair holding her mouth and tongue where I needed her to be. I was close.

There was a soft knock on the door. “Come”

They both entered the look on Chloe’s face made me smile.

“Kneel at her side and watch your sister love Me.” I was so very close. “Bev you are an amazing lover. You thrill your Mistress.”

I was starting to tingle; Bev’s mouth and tongue were getting to me quickly. The earlier rush of power, the thoughts of Chloe, and of my growing sexual family, coupled with missing Bev in the shower this morning, and now an audience, had me on edge.

I looked down at Bev on her knees between my legs; her eyes were looking straight up into mine. Our eyes connected. “God Bev, I love you and your sister. I am going to cum on your face.”

My orgasm overtook me. My legs started to tremble. I was on display for my girls and I wanted them watching me. I felt my stomach churning and it was then Travesti fındıkzade that I felt Bev’s mouth covered my pussy fully. Her tongue deep inside urging me on to my heavenly climax.

I was unsteady on my feet as my head rolled from side to side feeling the euphoria over take me. I was dizzy in my orgasm, with lustful love and enjoyment. I fell to the bed lying down, catching my breath, and just coming down from the euphoria of my orgasm.

“Angela, instruct Chloe on caring for Me. Chloe, you will listen carefully to her.” I smiled wide, “Bev you are such a wonderful lover, you will need to teach your sister soon.”

I closed my eyes, slowing my breathing.

I felt Angela’s hands touching my legs as she instructed Chloe to kneel and carefully tend to cleaning me so we can continue on with our day. Chloe was soft in her touch but also as before when we showered she was very hesitant. That would come in time.

When she finished, Angela picked my panties from the floor and shooed Bev and Chloe from the room.

“Bev, wear my cream with pride.” I said as they both walked from the room.

Angela assisted in dressing me by pulling a pair of jeans from the closet. She assisted me with my blouse again. Once I was dressed, and walked with me to the vanity to check my makeup. Once satisfied, I stood and took her hands in mine.

I stood close to her. “Angela, you know you sit next to Me in the family I am building; you are my second. Though I loved Bev first, she is far too submissive. You are my dearest and I trust you will continue as I need.”

“Of course Miss.”

I kissed her lips gently. “I give you so much but do not think you will not be punished should it be deserved. I will redden your ass as I have in the past My pet.”

“Yes Miss I am well aware of my past indiscretions and mistakes when loving and honoring you.” She kissed my cheek, whispering her love and devotion to me.

“It is My intention to collar Chloe today as I learned to do with you and Bev. Do not say a word but you are to know and be well prepared.”

“Thank you Miss, Bev and I will wear our day chokers with pride at brunch but will be well prepared for when we go shopping Miss Caroline.”

She ran her finger through my hair once more to straighten it. Once satisfied, we walked downstairs.

***

The four of us enjoyed a wonderful brunch. Angela was seated at My left, Bev was at My right and Chloe was at the other end of the table. To her word, Angela wore her black choker and Bev wore her red choker. Both with silver trimmed hearts in the center in their prominent place. I know Chloe had noticed, she didn’t say anything.

“Girls, from now on, how we are seated, will be from now on and moving forward. Angela, you will always be on my left, Bev will be on my right.” I looked at Chloe.

“When we are at home, you will be at my feet. When out in public, Angela will instruct you as to your place.”

Our coffee was delivered and menus handed out. We carried on a nice conversation. We ordered our meals then the silence overcame us.

“Chloe, tell My girls about you.” I instructed.

Chloe shared with Angela and Bev the very similar story and background which she had shared with me. As she was speaking, our meals arrived and we enjoyed some soft conversation and banter, just four girls out for a Saturday brunch.

As we finished our brunch and all were taking our last sips of coffee, I looked at Angela.

“I will handle the check. Take Bev and Chloe to the ladies room and have them remove their panties and bras. No undergarments for today and tomorrow. If fact girls, prepare, tomorrow while in the house you will be topless.”

I smiled and stood talking the check in hand and walking up front to complete the transaction.

I sat in the passenger’s side back seat as Angela drove, Bev was to my left, Chloe was in the front passenger seat. We headed north to State Route 25 and turned right onto State Route 17, heading to Limehouse. Within fifteen minutes we were pulling into the parking lot of Adult Mart.

“Chloe, you are to observe and accept, not speak unless asked a question. Do you understand?” She nodded. “Okay girls; let’s see what we can find. You never know Chloe; I might do something special for you and Me here.”

I opened the door and got out walking towards the seedy looking building which had no windows. The gray front door had a prominent sign indicating minors were not permitted entry. I smiled internally as I couldn’t wait. My nipples hardened, recalling when Angela, Ben and I were here getting their collars.

I wonder if My public display of dominance would be remembered. It was a challenging ride home with Bev gagged and Angela squirming with a reddened ass after she questioned the need for only one silver ring on her collar. Little did she know how it looked on her against her jet black hair. Hmm the black leather and the silver studs against the color of her hair and the one shiny silver ring. I almost orgasmed at that moment.

I wondered how Chloe would react when I collared her within the next several minutes.

As Angela turned off the car, both she and Bev reached into their purses and removed their collars. Angela’s a thick black with silver studs and a single center ring for her leash.

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Floret’s Insect Experiences Ch. 08

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Crossdressing

The women’s swim team, Blooming Splashes trotted through the hallways. Our thirty or so members just about dried off, hair still wet, but at least not dripping wet. We did only the bare minimum in the time we dared to take, none of us wanted to let Thorndal wait for long.

In the hurry, I had left all of Gloria’s old clothes in my closet, putting on the newly cleaned up, pastel pink, floral dress.

When I mean all of her clothes, I mean all. In hindsight, a bra and panties would be most appropriate to wear to a disciplinary lecture… My mind was a right mess at the time, I guess I just defaulted to what was normal for me, old habits die hard.

I look down at my dress, small holes pepper the whole chest area. The proboscis’ of the butterflies had penetrated and violated by breasts and nipples through them… I really should be wearing a bra underneath… I shift the fabric to at least hide my nipple that had greeted the world freely up until now, peeking through a hole.

Now at least a little more presentable, I look back to our group, we were just passing the Gym door. I was at the front, leading the group, with Sarah and Emily right behind me.

The swim team members, trailing us in a disorderly fashion, looked at least a little more alive, than when we had our dead-march from the pools to the showers. Mood and demeanors uplifted enough for at least basic conversation, albeit, the topics were far from positive.

“What will happen to us?” I hear Fiona ask in a low voice at the back of the group, her hand running over the bumpy French braid in her hair. She looks to the ground and adjusts her small rectangular glasses.

“I don’t know…” Thyle trails off and nervously fidgets with the dark blue ribbons, which keep her hair tied into twin tails.

“I’m scared…” Meena says with a quiet, faltering voice, barely audible, and buries herself deeper in her way oversized black hoodie.

I grit my teeth, I really should say: ‘I’m sorry, it’s my fault.’ but what if they all turn on me, sell me out? Dump me alone to the Principal’s office, expose how I gave birth in the most kinky of ways… Or maybe Jasmine has already done that… And besides, surely they know it’s all my fault by now, yet nobody has confronted me about it.

I hear sniffles, and some blow their noses, as we drag our feet onwards through the hallways.

“H-he won’t harm us, will he? D-do anything… weird?” Meena speaks into her hoodie which covers her mouth.

“You know, last week I saw Rachel be taken into Thorndal’s office, half an hour later, she came out shaking and crying her eyes out!” Piony says and lifts her arms up in a scary manner, like flavoring up a campfire horror story, and shakes her sharp blood-red nails. “I tried to talk to her, but her face was so awash with fright I thought she might scream!”

“A-ah! R-really?” Meena responds barely able to talk through her tears. “Rachel? Are y-you sure? I’ve never even seen her… like that.”

“It was her, alright. I would know.” Piony cuts in front and stares at the faltering Meena with scary red eyes. “She looked back at me with empty eyes, devoid of reason, of sanity, unable to utter a single word. Her lip twitched, as jolts of madness bolted all across her face!”

“H-huh?!”

Piony suddenly moves like she’d leap on Meena, and she flinches. “Then suddenly, she ran away wailing like a banshee! I haven’t seen her again since!”

“O-o-oh, my god! R-rachel!”

“Piony… I saw Rachel just yesterday, she was fine.” Kloe clonks Piony on the head with her firm fist.

“Ouch!” She backs off and rubs her wild silver hair sprouting head.

“Stop making it worse for Meena.” Kloe hits her fist to her open palm, which produces a resounding plap. Her smirk is like a challenge, striking green eyes urge Piony to make her next move, dare her to continue harassing her sister.

It’s hard to listen to my frightful comrades suffer for my actions. Had I doomed us all? But I still didn’t even know how I had been impregnated this time…!

“Hey, Floret.” Sarah addressed me, and I noticed just how hard I was subconsciously gripping my hands into fists. I open them and feel my nails having left marks on my palms. I lift my head and straighten my back. Conjuring up a wavering smile, I look back at her. “What is it?”

“I-I’m sure… it’ll go fine.” She says that, but her eyes evade and look everywhere else than directly at me.

“We won’t let you take all the blame alone, I’m sure many of us feel the same way.” As Emily says this, the rest of the swimmers stir, some shake their heads and look away, others grumble, but most look carefully my way, nod, or give a faint smile. “I’m sure you gave many of us an experience we won’t soon forget.” Emily gently slaps me on the shoulder.

“Y-yeah…!” Meena stutters in the crowd and hides behind Kloe.

“I’ve never been touched like that before.” Dahlia blushes and cups her cheeks, she sways like she’d soon lose consciousness, Fulya travestileri her long wavy brunette hair seems to somehow balance her teetering.

“An inspiration for a horror story is coming to me. It’s certainly different when you experience it yourself, I should thank you for that.” Piony continues with a somewhat dry remark. “Even if I have to make some heavy editing…”

“I guess… you certainly expanded our horizons…” Kloe sighs and rolls her eyes, then pets Meena’s head.

“Oh, you guys…” My vision blurs for a moment, before I know it, a cold trail flows along my cheek. Traveling to my chin and dripping down into my open dress, landing on my chest, between my breasts. “I’m sorry everyone. I don’t know how this happened…”

Fiona smiles, having regained some of her confidence, she quickly looks around if anyone’s noticed the state of her outfit and corrects it by lifting a strap up from her arm back above her shoulder. It’s a loose green blouse, cut so that it exposes her shoulders but still has short sleeves and the straps to hold it up. The fabric cascades vertically above her large chest. “Everyone makes mistakes, it’s okay Floret.”

“Most of our mistakes don’t involve-” Kloe is elbowed by Meena and she shuts up without protest.

“Most of your mistakes involve your fists, am I right?” Thyle says pointedly but innocently laughs on top of her claim.

“Grr!” Kloe growls at her like a wild animal.

“Please don’t hurt me!” Thyle reels and covers herself with her skinny arms.

My eyes fall on the clock on the wall. “Oh no, the time…!” I look around the empty halls, it is still devoid of students, but that would only last for a few more minutes! I turn around and gesture to everyone to pick up the pace “Come on, hurry up!”

“What’s the rush?” Emily asks inquisitively and looks at Sarah.

Sarah meets her gaze, then looks at me. “Yeah! Why-?”

“Don’t you know the time?” As I’m about to elaborate, the math class’ door opens ahead of us, students pouring out.

Why, oh, why, Joline! Now of all times, you had to end class early!?

“Hey, isn’t that the swim team?”

“That’s them! What do you think they did?”

“Oh, they’re in big trouble for sure!”

“This is why,” I say strained and we all start a quick march to break through the math class students pouring into the corridor. With heavy hearts we endure their looks, their grins extolling our misfortune. Pushing through the hushed whispers and pointed fingers, surviving with our dignity still somewhat intact.

“Get what I mean now?” I ask particularly from nobody, addressing us as a whole. “Three- make that two minutes until all classes end. Do you want to give them a chance to point and laugh at us?”

“Let’s make a run for it!” Emily says excited and pumps a fist into the air. The prospect of breaking the rules by running in the hallways sounded like the most exotic and illegal activity she had ever done.

“Yeah!” quickly uniting under a common cause, we take off into a run, passing the turn that led to the rec room and the art class, coincidentally, the Principal’s room was of course at the other end of the school from the Gym and Pool, and we were just over halfway there.

On second thought, running might not have been the best idea either, a group of about 30 people stomping around, wasn’t exactly silent. I think a charging legion of soldiers was probably more stealthy than us. Our running steps had an ever-increasing chance of alerting the enemy troops (teachers) to flank us and hinder our progress. Extra punishment was at the top of the list of ‘things we didn’t need’ at the moment.

Ding – Dong!

Our time comes to an end, but so does our journey. The door to the teacher’s corridor lies at the end of the hallway, just one more door between us and safety.

But the History class’ entryway begins to open before us…

Sarah runs ahead of me and slams the door shut with both hands before it can fully open. Bouncing off it with more speed, she lets out a chaotic laugh. Loud cursing sounds through the door, but begins to open again, Kloe slams it closed again, and sounds of people falling over and things clattering onto the floor can be heard.

“Sarah!” Emily catches up to her, “You’re so devious… I wish I had come up with that!”

“Hee-hee…” Sarah looks to Emily and then gives Kloe a high five who joined her at our greatest moment of need. Together they bolt away like criminals from a scene, “I like you, how come we’ve never hit it off like this?”

“Hmm, I guess we never had a chance to.” Kloe comments with a devilish grin.

“Sarah!” Emily calls out to her trying to keep up.

“Relax, me and Kloe are just friends from this moment onwards! Nothing more!”

The trio opens the large dark brown door and the swim team starts to funnel inside. I keep the rear, herding all of us inside the teacher’s room lobby.

The history class door Fulya travesti opens again and as the last of us pass through, I quickly close the door behind me before they see any of us.

In the crowded hallway, laid the rooms for each teacher. At the very end, the famous ‘Thorndale’s Lair’ a large imposing mahogany door, heavy to even move, awaited. A warning sign, a framed piece of text written in a fancy font, was perched atop the door: “Recite your prayer, throw away all hope. All who enter, none return. The time of judgment has come.”

Apparently, it dated back to his first year as the new Principal of the school, some students had framed a print of those words and hung it above the door. No matter how many times it was taken down and confiscated, a new one appeared, with fancy, proper picture frames, too. Nobody still knew who started it, one of the school’s great mysteries. Though it is debatable if it was even more enigmatic where the culprits got all the frames, there wasn’t a shop that sold any in Perennial Bloom.

After all the students of that time had graduated, the teachers tried to take it down again, but it returned in just a day’s time. There were rumors of 24/7 teacher surveillance of the area after it was taken down once more, but since the framed phrase came back even then, the matter was left to rest. Even through all the years, the legend remains.

The same year as Thorndale started, there was a grand renovation. Before him, the flower traditions existed, but he really brought it to another level entirely. Making it all official and basically mandatory for everyone. Another change that was made, involved paying respect to the flowers by painting the teacher’s room doors with elaborate painting of a ‘new’ -status flower every year there was one. Yet another stupid idea in the long line of flowery idiocy. Each person’s silhouette who graduated with it was also painted in black subtly in the background. Neither of my parents’ silhouettes was painted, a great upset for them, as there had been a third new-status graduate that year, that then won the subsequent draw.

Wait, I didn’t even realize!

I look around the doors as we walk down the narrow corridor. 14… 15… 16! The last door… the principal’s door is still blank! If I do it- That means-!

I try to calm myself down and get my thoughts in order. If I graduate with the Corpse Flower this year, and it’s the only new -rarity flower… I’ll be guaranteed to get my horrid flower and my visage on Thorndal’s door! I couldn’t believe my luck, this perfect opportunity to hit the school where it hurts—hurl a wallop straight at the leader of the flower cult! The thought didn’t even occur to me before, I just cared about sending a message. But now…! If only the painting would smell as bad as the real deal… could that be done…?

I hit my head on the back of another girl’s skull.

“Hey!” It’s Dahlia, she rubs the back of her head, “I may be a masochist, but my head’s off limits!”

“Sorry,” My forehead stung royally, I understood completely where she was coming from.

“But what’s going on? Are we going in or what?” I ask before I see Thorndal standing at the doorway of his office, his hands folded, the immaculately straight suit flawless as always. “I did ask the whole swim team to come, but my office can hardly fit all of you inside. So, pick about half of you who come in, the rest will have to wait outside. Apart from Floret, Sarah, and Emily, I hear you were at the center of this… incident.”

The crowd parts from my way, like I was a biblical figure, though many sail against the tide, scrambling to get to the back of the group. To ensure they wouldn’t be the ones ending up in the same room with tempest incarnate.

In the end, a bit less than half enter, and the door to the Principal’s office closes as the last volunteer student closes it. Beside Thorndal, Jasmine and Coach stand, awaiting. Arms crossed below her boobs, Jasmine had a towel wrapped around herself, as she was still in her swimsuit.

Thorndal sits behind his wide wooden desk, decorated with all sorts of flowers carved on it. The menacing black leather office chair he sits on, never stood a chance, as he dominates even over it with his presence. He leans forward with his elbows against the desk, his hands crossed, almost as if his temper was on the last ropes, or he just felt like praying.

“You girls may be on your last year, on your last week even, but that does NOT give you the right to do whatever you please! Each action, always has an appropriate opposed and equal reaction, be it skipping class or doing this… prank, as Jasmine put it.”

“What if your Coach had broken a bone falling? Or hurt herself even worse in her shock? She is most deeply disturbed and disappointed in you.” He pauses, and the Coach nods vigorously, but shakily. “Or what if something worse had happened to her or any of you! You’d have hell to pay, not to even mention the Police Travesti fulya would have to get involved. Who knows what would become of you and your future then!” Thorndal closes her eyes and briefly rubs his temples with one hand, even the creases on his brow getting creases.

“And this is without even mentioning the damage this could do to the school! Insects, in great numbers I hear. They could easily become a pest problem, plug the drains, or destroy property in any kind of way!”

“In fact, just a few hours ago, the garbage shed’s doors were torn off, now that you’re on your vandalism spree, you wouldn’t know anything about this?”

Sarah and Emily look at each other with thoroughly confused expressions.

“Hmm…?” Thorndal peers at the two of them and slightly tilts his head forwards.

“N-no, we don’t know anything.” Sarah stutters a bit, eating away at her believability. Emily continues instead of her: “We were just so shocked to hear something like that. Isn’t… the door quite sturdy and heavy?”

“Mhm, that it is.” Thorndal remains silent for a moment. “Back to the matter at hand, I just can’t understand what could possibly possess such intelligent and upstanding students to do something like this? So please, enlighten me. Tell me; why did you do it?”

Everyone is silent, looking to the ground, at the walls, the ceiling, or hunkering down behind their pupils to disappear into the crowd.

“Let me rephrase that. Floret-” At the mention of my name, my heart is just about ready to jump out of my chest. “Why did you do it? I hear it was your idea.”

I look at Jasmine with my jaw hanging open, her back is turned, looking out of a window. My palms sweat like crazy, and my fingers feel sticky.

“If that is not the case, just tell me. Tell me the truth.” Her old wizened features, chiseled and hard like Stonehenge’s ancient pillars. Though definitely not as gray, but most certainly as unyielding.

“I-” Trying to speak, the dryness of my throat surprises me and cuts my sentence short. I swallow hard, it feels like it takes an eternity until I can continue speaking. “I’m sorry. I don’t have an excuse.”

“Why did you do it?” Thorndal asks, not letting up so easily.

I see Jasmine’s gaze land on me, she looks at me the same way, as she did when she left with the Coach before. Her eyebrows low, and her lips slightly frowning, or perhaps just neutral? Her eyes are unreadable, their meaning still remains a mystery to me.

“I-” Swallowing again I try to continue:” The Coach had always been good for us, so we- I, came up with the idea to do something memorable for her. She always did so to all graduates.”

“And filling your swimsuits and the pool with these buoyant insects and acting obscenely before your Coach is what you came up with?” His doubtful gaze felt powerful enough to see through any lie, to pierce through your skin and bones, to peer into your soul.

“We… I got a little out of hand in the heat of the moment.”

“So, do I have it right, this was an act born out of consideration and kindness, that got twisted into… whatever really went down?”

Meekly I nod, feeling my eyes starting to water and my lips twitch.

Thorndal leans backward and sighs loudly. Shaking his head while leaning to his right hand.

“I just can’t understand what went through your head. You are all such impeccable, such nice young women of great talent. Ingenius and bright, you are better than this! Where did you even find so many from!?” He sighs again and corrects his posture. “That said, it can all be taken away. Your achievements, diplomas, and graduation. So, don’t make me expel you, to undo all of your progress in our esteemed school for this sheer idiocy. Keep it well in mind that you are all most definitely still under school rules, until the day after your graduation. And I will not hesitate to expel every single one of you, should any further disturbances come from any of you.”

Confused, we look at each other and the Principal, could he really be serious?

He can’t just expel all of us?! Can he…?

“Don’t get so worked up over it yet. As long as you all keep on the straight and narrow, nothing will happen to your studies. However, you will have to go and clean up the pool. Immediately.”

We all nod, sniffling our noses, and rubbing our watering eyes. The pressure of the situation was finally letting up.

“I will have to tell your parents, however. They might not hold any legal power over your lives anymore, and I take no pleasure in it, but-“

“Y-you can’t do that! Please!” Sarah cries out and interrupts him, her face filled with desperation.

“Please, please! Mister Thorndal, anything but that!” Emily pleads and grips the hem of her jeans shorts hard.

He scans over the present swim team with his stern eyes. “Fine, you all look like you’ve gotten the message already.” His brow’s wrinkles soften. “But, like I said, if any of you causes further trouble, I will tell all of your parents, in great detail what happened, when I expel you.”

“We’ll be good, we promise!” I say and Throndal’s eyebrows rise as he looks at me strangely for a moment. I deeply regret opening my mouth. Did he not believe me? Or maybe it was my clothes…?

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Ja, ich schreibe ja schon an der Fortsetzung von „Die Zeichnung”. Aber diese Idee geisterte die ganze Zeit in meinem Kopf herum und wollte raus.

Das Nickerchen — eine Kurzgeschichte

Jan schloss die Wohnungstüre auf. Gleich nach den ersten Schritten nach Innen umgab ihn die kühle Luft der großen, abgedunkelten Wohnung. Er schloss die Türe hinter sich und blieb stehen. Den Kopf in den Nacken gelegt, atmete er tief durch. Der Tag war unerträglich. 36° C im Schatten machten jede Tätigkeit zum Kraftakt und ausgerechnet heute Nachmittag war das Basketball-Spiel angesetzt. Als Center hatte er allerhand zu tun gehabt. Er hatte sich nur noch auf die Dusche nach dem Spiel gefreut und hatte sich dann zu Fuß und im Bus durch die ätzend warme Stadt auf den Heimweg gemacht. Er war zwar gerade volljährig geworden, aber an einem Führerschein hatte er einfach kein Interesse. Warum auch? In der Stadt kam man mit dem Auto ohnehin kaum vorwärts. Wärend der Fahrt nach Hause musste er an seinen Vater denken. Er beneidete ihn im Moment. Er war auf einer Geschäftsreise nach Norwegen. Musste es da nicht kälter sein? Er war sogar ziemlich weit oben, in Narvik. Er stellte sich vor, wie sein Vater im dicken Parka durch einen Schneesturm zur Forschungsstation stapft und musste grinsen. Wahrscheinlich werden Brennstoffzellen eher in normalen Fabriken gebaut und Skandinavien sah in echt bestimmt anders aus als in „Eisstation Zebra”.

Jan schmiss seinen Rucksack auf das Bett in seinem Zimmer, schlüpfte aus seinem an der Haut klebenden T-Shirt und streifte die kurze Sporthose ab. Boxershorts mussten für heute genug sein. Er versuchte, auf seinem chaotischen Schreibtisch sein Physik-Heft zu finden. Die Klausur machte ihm eigentlich keine Sorgen. Da kam er wohl nach seinem Vater. Aber es konnte nicht schaden, nochmal alles aufzufrischen. Er würde es sich einfach in dem großen Bretz-Sessel bequem machen und sich seine Notizen noch einmal durchlesen. In der Küche holte er sich ein großes Glas eiskaltes Wasser und schlurfte ins Wohnzimmer. Er musste sich kurz orientieren — der Raum war dunkel. Der Rest der Wohnung auch, alle Jalousien waren heruntergelassen, aber das Licht des Kühlschranks hatte seinen Pupillen verengt.

„Au, verdammt” zischte er. Er hatte den Sessel gefunden, beziehungsweise sein Zeh. Er stellte sein Glas auf das kleine Tischchen und ließ sich in den Sessel fallen. Er schloss die Augen und genoss die Kühle des Raumes.

Norwegen. Er hätte seinen Vater gerne begleitet. Flug und Hotel wären nicht das Problem gewesen, aber außerhalb der Ferien war Verreisen einfach nicht drin. Das Land hätte ihn interessiert. Sonst fuhr die Familie immer in den Süden.

Als er die Augen wieder öffnete, konnte er im Raum besser sehen. Die Jalousie war zwar geschlossen, aber ein paar Lamellen waren noch einen Spalt offen und die Sonne zeichnete ein Muster auf das Sofa. Die Lichtstrahlen waren durch die Partikel in der Luft gut zu sehen und gaben dem Raum eine rauchige Bühnenatmosphäre. Er folgte einem der Strahlen und erschrak. Der Strahl endete auf einem Körper. Er zuckte kurz zusammen.

Jemand lag auf dem Sofa. Eine Frau. Natürlich seine Mutter. Alsancak travesti Wer sollte es sonst sein. Sie hatte Bereitschaftsdienst und war, wenn sie Pech hatte, 24 Stunden auf den Beinen gewesen. Als Assistenzärztin in der Notaufnahme konnte das schon mal passieren. Dann noch die Hitze. Sie war sicher fix und fertig und würde, wie immer, wie ein Stein schlafen. Er würde sich einfach ruhig verhalten. Normalerweise schaffte sie es bis ins Schlafzimmer. Jans Augen hatten sich mittlerweile gut an die Lichtverhältnisse gewöhnt. Er sah sich im Zimmer um. Seine Mutter hatte ein Handtuch um den Kopf gewickelt, das sich aber teilweise gelöst hatte. Darunter waren ihre dunklen Haare zu erkennen. Sie lag auf dem Rücken und hatte ihr Gesicht zur Sofalehne gedreht. Er achtete so lange auf ihren Brustkorb, bis er erkannte, dass der sich gleichmäßig hob und senkte. Dabei drang langsam in sein Bewusstsein, dass er ihre Brustwarzen sehen konnte. Sogar sehr gut. Sie standen groß und hart nach oben. Sie hatte ein enganliegendes Spaghetti-Top aus dünnem Baumwollstoff an. Seine Mutter hatte offensichtlich sehr schön geformte Brüste. Das war ihm so noch nie aufgefallen. Natürlich wusste er, dass seine Mutter Brüste hatte, und er hatte diese auch schon gesehen, aber noch nie im sexuellen Kontext wahrgenommen. In der Stille des nachmittäglichen Wohnzimmers und unter diesem geheimnisvollen Licht, änderte sich das. Auf einmal nahm er seine Mutter als die schöne Frau wahr, die sie war. Sie war schlank, hatte aber nicht diese übertriebene sportliche, harte Figur. Sein Blick wanderte wieder zu ihren Nippeln. Er spürte plötzlich seinen Herzschlag stärker. Er hatte das Verlangen, diese Nippel zu berühren.

„Alter, was ist denn jetzt los” ging es ihm durch den Kopf. Sein Blick wanderte über den Körper seiner schlafenden Mutter. Das Top lag eng an ihrem Oberkörper und war weit über den Bauchnabel hochgerutscht. Unter ihrem Nabel kam ein kleines Frauenbäuchlein, das in einem knapp geschnittenem Baumwollslip verschwand. Wirklich knapp geschnitten, oder? Und auch … ziemlich dünn? Sah er da sich darunter abzeichnende …? Es war zu dunkel. Sein Herz schlug mittlerweile beängstigend laut. Sie musste auch rasiert sein. Eigentlich ganz normal, nur dachte man darüber daran doch nicht bei seiner eigenen … alter Schwede!

Eine Zeit lang saß er regungslos da und starrte auf seine Mutter.

Hallo? Auf seine Mutter! Was war denn nur mit ihm los? Als ob er noch nie seine Mutter in Unterwäsche … konnte er wirklich ihre Muschi unter dem Stoff erkennen? Langsam glitt er aus dem Sessel und krabbelte über den Teppich auf sie zu. Vielleicht einen Meter vor ihr stoppte er. Sie bewegte sich, holte einmal lange vernehmlich Luft und ließ ihr linkes Bein vom Sofa gleiten. Jans Herz pochte laut in seinem Hals. Das kann nicht normal sein, sie muss das hören, aufwachen und mich auf Knien vor ihren gespreizten Beinen finden, kam Panik in ihm auf. Ich werde jung sterben. Er unterdrückte gerade noch ein Kichern. Dank des Beins am Boden konnte Jan seiner Mutter nun genau zwischen die Schenkel schauen. Ein Sonnenstrahl meinte es gut mit ihm und schien direkt Alsancak travestileri auf ihren Schamhügel. Vorsichtig kroch er näher.

Er kauerte nun praktisch zwischen ihren Beinen, jederzeit schnell zum Rückzug bereit, sobald sie sich bewegen würde. Ihr erleuchteter Schamhügel lag wie der heilige Gral vor ihm. Zum Greifen nahe und irgendwie doch unerreichbar. Und tatsächlich, unter ihrem Slip zeichnete sich die Silhouette ihrer Schamlippen ab. An deren unterem Ende war ein kleiner, feuchter Fleck.

Jans Hirn arbeitete schnell die möglichen Gründe ab. Pipi? Sie hatte geduscht und war dort noch feucht? Sie war … geil? Jan konnte noch kein praktisch untermauertes Fachwissen aufweisen. In der Theorie, ja, da war er Fachmann, hatte aber den Verdacht, dass die Filmchen in Netz der Realität nicht immer gerecht wurden. Er schob sich vorsichtig nach vorne und war mit seinem Gesicht nur noch eine Handlänge von ihrem Schoß entfernt. Ein süsslich-herber Duft stieg ihm in die Nase. Oh, das ist … guut.

Forschend sog er ihr Bouquet ein. Er vergewisserte sich, dass sie noch schlief. Ihr Kopf lag unverändert und ihr Brustkorb hob und senkte sich langsam und gleichmäßig. Auch ihre Brustwarzen waren immer noch hart.

Dieser Duft war betörend. Wie ein verdurstender an der Wasserquelle sog er ihn immer wieder tief in seine Lungen. Seine Hand wanderte an seine Boxershorts und drückte seinen harten Schwanz. Sein Körper spannte sich bei der Berührung an. Er schob seinen Kopf noch weiter nach vorne. Langsam und vorsichtig näherte er sich ihrem Schoß. Seine Lippen spürten die winzigkleinen, hochstehenden Fasern ihres Slips. Langsam bewegte er seine Lippen über ihrem Schoß und berührte dabei immer wieder hauchzart die Oberfläche ihres Höschens. Seine Lippen ertasteten die Konturen ihrer Schamlippen, ohne zu forsch Druck auszuüben. So nahe war der Geruch noch intensiver. Er veränderte vorsichtig seine Position und fuhr mit seinen Lippen nach unten. Seine Unterlippe spürte Feuchtigkeit. Er verstärkte den Griff an seinem Schwanz. Ein Zittern ging durch seinen Körper. Seine Lippen bewegten sich über dem feuchten Fleck. Am liebsten hätte er ihr den Slip heruntergezogen und seine Zunge direkt in die Quelle geschoben.

Hi Mom, ich darf doch mal eben? Schlaf ruhig weiter.

Er vollführte wahre Kunststücke mit seinem Gesicht. Während er seine Lippen mit ihrer Feuchtigkeit benetzte, strich seine Nase über den Knubbel, wo er ihren Kitzler vermutete. Wie gerne hätte er sein Gesicht fest in ihren Schoß gedrückt. Ihre Hüften mit seinen Armen umschlungen. So geborgen wäre er gewesen. Nicht WIE in Mutters Schoß, sondern IN Mutters Schoß. Er spürte zunehmende Nässe an seinen Lippen. Erschrocken unterbrach er seine Bewegung und seine Augen gingen nach oben. Sie schlief. Aber ihr Brustkorb schien sich heftiger zu heben. Auch ihre Brustwarzen schienen sich nicht zu beruhigen. Sie schien erregende Träume zu durchleben. Er musste lächeln.

Der Fleck wurde größer und der Duft wurde intensiver. Seine Hand hatte sich mittlerweile in seine Shorts gearbeitet und den so gewohnten Rhythmus aufgenommen. Seine Lippen bewegten sich Travesti alsancak fast ehrfürchtig über den Schoß seiner Mutter. Seine Unterlippe wurde mit ihrer Feuchtigkeit benetzt, die er immer wieder mit seiner Zunge ableckte. Er wanderte nach oben zu ihrer Knospe und zupfte ganz sanft mit seinen Lippen daran.

Plötzlich kam Bewegung in seine Mutter. Sie holte tief Luft und gab etwas wie ein Stöhnen von sich. Sie schien sich zu strecken. Dann kam wieder Ruhe in ihren Körper. Plötzlich zog sie ihr rechtes Bein an und ließ es seitlich gegen sie Sofalehne fallen.

Jan war zurückgewichen. Erschrocken starrte er auf seine Mom. Rechnete damit, gleich ertappt zu werden. Aber schon war wieder alles vorbei. Nur, jetzt lag seine Mutter mit weit gespreizten Beinen vor ihm. Ihr Höschen hatte in der Mitte einen großen dunklen Fleck. Durch die Nässe schmiegte sich der Stoff besser an ihren Körper und ihre Schamlippen waren jetzt sehr deutlich zu erkennen. Jan hatte die ganze Zeit weiter seinen Schwanz in den Shorts massiert. Verträumt betrachtete seine Mutter. Ihr Top war nun bis knapp unter ihre Brüste hochgerutscht. Ihre Brustwarzen waren unverändert hart. Die Sonnenstrahlen, die es durch die Jalousie schafften, beleuchteten wie kleine Spotlights ihren Körper. Er schob seine Shorts nach unten. Sein Schwanz zeigte genau auf den Schoß seiner Mutter. Er rutschte etwas näher und nun berührte er ihn auch fast.

Er nahm seinen Rhythmus wieder auf. Er zog seine Vorhaut jedesmal langsam vollständig über seine Eichel, die mit seinem Vorsaft benetzt war. Millimeter für Millimeter bewegte er seine Hüfte nach vorne, bis seine Eichel ihr Höschen berührte. Genau an dem nassen Fleck. Er stöhnte bei der Berührung leise auf. Eine nie erlebte Erregung überkam ihn. Er zwang sich, nicht schneller zu werden, er konnte das nicht mehr lange aushalten, das spürte er. Er hatte immer weniger Kontrolle über sein Tun und drückte seine Eichel sanft auf ihren Kitzler. Langsam wichsend schob sich seine Vorhaut immer wieder über ihre Knospe … und trug ihn über die Schwelle. Plötzlich bewegte sich seine Mutter. Sie drückte ihren Unterleib nach unten. Jan kam in diesem Moment. Der erste Spritzer landete genau auf dem nassen Fleck ihres Höschens. Dann krümmte sich Jan zusammen schoss Schub um Schub in seine Shorts. Sein Oberkörper zuckte, seine Bauchmuskeln zogen sich rhythmisch zusammen. Ihm wurde fast schwarz vor Augen und beinahe wäre er vornüber auf seine Mutter gekippt.

Erschöpft sank er in sich zusammen. In seinem Schritt breitete sich klebrige Nässe aus.

Er sah auf das Höschen seiner Mutter und entdeckte sein Sperma. War das so viel gewesen? Der Stoff war im Schritt komplett nass. Panik stieg in ihm auf. Er rappelte sich hoch und tapste rückwärts aus dem Zimmer, immer seine Mutter im Blick, drehte sich auf der Türschwelle um und hastete in sein Zimmer.

Im Wohnzimmer kehrte wieder die nachmittägliche Ruhe ein, als wäre nichts gewesen. Die Sonnenstrahlen hatten ihren Winkel verändert und fielen jetzt flacher durch die schmalen Schlitze. Die Staubpartikel tanzten noch immer durch das Licht uns das Wasser in Jans Glas wurde langsam wärmer.

Ihre Hand schob sich zwischen ihre Beine, wo sie bis kurz vor Jans Eintreffen noch gewesen war, und ertastete sein Sperma. Der Bengel hatte es tatsächlich geschafft, dass sie kam. Mit ihm zusammen. Sie presste ihre Beine zusammen, drehte sich auf die Seite, schloss die Augen und schlief ein.

-ENDE-

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