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Another Little Piece

I had to cleanse myself of my booze addiction. I’ve not touched a drop for eighteen month. Not since I woke up naked on Hampstead Heath after a vodka binge a year-and-a-half ago.

I’m doing okay now, but the first couple of weeks into the not drinking was a nightmare. My body shook for a week after my last bottle of vodka. I heard voices and glanced after darting shadows and stretching darkness. My body felt like it had shrunk, and my brain was soaked in depression and confusion.

But maybe, I’m a liar. A cheat. Replacing one vice for another.

I put my twelve-skin reefer in my mouth, it was fuckin’ huge! I built it like an ice-cream cone and when I lit it, it went up like an Olympic torch. I took a large drag and my lungs filled with brain-numbing skunk weed fumes. I exhaled, I blew out so much smoke, you’d swear I’d been set ablaze.

When I smoke weed it makes me so horny. Making my cock as angry as a Megalodon. It’s better than Viagra. Most of the time, when I’m high, I’m trying to hide my hard on, wearing loose fitting jog pants; I have no place to put it: having no girlfriend and can’t afford a brass every time my cock wants out.

I swapped a liquid addiction for a smoking one. My dealer is as clean as a laundered sheet. To myself, I call him Daz, it amuses me; his name is Simon.

Last week, when I was buying my stash from him, I was telling him of my younger days up North, when I was taking acid. He enjoyed my stories. When I bought from him yesterday, he told me he had put a bit extra in my wrap of weed. When I got home and opened the wrap, I found a tab of acid within. Shit! The last time I took acid was about thirty years ago.

It was a beautiful July morning. I was sitting in the garden drinking iced coke and smoking a joint, it wasn’t Olympic sized, just run-of-the-mill sized. I had rolled six the same size as I was planning a walk on Hampstead Heath. I was off work for two weeks holiday, I’m visiting my brother in Scotland on Monday; we’re both leaving for Amsterdam on Wednesday.

I took a long drag on my joint. I exhaled smoke from my nose and mouth, it fogged up the acid tab I was looking at in the palm of my hand. My heart was beating faster with anticipation of taking the tab, I palmed it into my mouth and washed it down with iced coke. I swallowed with a gulp and it was gone. I took a long drag of weed; I exhaled a long line of smoke looking beşiktaş eskort up at the deep blue sky as the smoke drifted off into nothingness.

The day was airy and warm. I strolled onto the Heath, passed the ponds and up onto Parliament Hill. I stood at the summit of the hill and looked at the city of London and the tower at Canary Wharf. I turned and walked onto grass land, heading toward Golders Green. I felt as if my feet were sinking into the grass and that it was sticky and gooey, like a green treacle. My cock felt hard and my body buzzed, it was the LSD, it was starting to kick in.

I stepped off the sticky grass and onto a black tarmac path. I looked ahead and the path stretched out before me like long black rope, stretching into the distance. The birds singing about me became more pronounced, like someone had turned up the volume, it was sweet twitter but loud. I listened as I walked, it was rhythmic and melodic. I felt as if I had a little dance in my step, but hoped I didn’t start skipping down the black tarmac path, like that scarecrow fucker in the Wizard of Oz.

As I walked my tweekies head was rubbing on the inside fleece of my jogging pants, it was turning me on. My legs and spine tingled, that feeling I get when I’m being sucked off, although I’ve not had that pleasure for a while. I felt myself cum a little and it felt great. I decided to head for the cover of the woods and find a quiet spot for a wank, with this LSD starting it should be electric.

I walked through the wood looking for an isolated spot where I could get my cock out in private, today was not a good day, it was a lovely day, it was Saturday and there was folk milling about everywhere. I spotted a small thicket of bushes in a clearing, I walked into the clearing, but it was odd, the clearing was a circle, tall trees marked the perimeter, and in the middle was the thicket of bushes, they were also circle in form and set in the middle of the circle clearing, like they had been put there purposely, placed in the centre.

I walked round the bushes; they looked a solid mass of green leaves. Then the leaves started moving, as if being rustled by a light breeze, but it was a beautifully calm day. Then the leaves made a distinctive rustling sound, like crisp packets being scrunched up. The bushes en masse began to shake and rustle urgently, intertwining leaves and branches shot into the istanbul escortları air, quickly forming a conical shape, like an Indian Tepee, like on them old western movies. I stepped backward, stumbled and fell on my arse.

I looked at the ten-foot leafy wigwam and thought this acid is good. But then the acid got even better as an entrance to the bush wigwam appeared and a voice whispered my name.

‘come in Paul,’ said the voice. ‘Don’t be afraid, it’s me Little Piece.’

‘Who the hells Little Piece?’ I asked.

‘You don’t remember me, do you?’

‘No,’ I said. ‘You’re just an illusion.’

‘Illusion,’ said Little Piece. ‘No, I’m a wood nymph Paul. Don’t you remember?’ Come in and see for yourself.’

I walked up to the entrance of the leafy wigwam. ‘come inside Paul, I can make you happy,’ said Little Piece. Cautiously I entered.

Inside, it felt cool, like it was air conditioned. It was spacious and airy, more so than it looked from the outside. A small fire burnt, flickering blue flames, in the middle of the space. The fire became agitated and the flames grew longer and taller, reaching the height of me. The flames moved and flickered, like they were dancing. My name was whispered as the flames took on shape, a human shape, the form of a lady, a woman, a beautifully shaped blue lady.

‘Hello Paul,’ said the blue lady.

‘Hi,’ I replied.

‘It’s good to see you again Paul,’ She said.

‘But we’ve never met,’ I said.

‘We met one night when you had been drinking that awful stuff you call alcohol. It was a magical night.’

‘Why? Why, was it magical.’ I stammered.

‘I will show you why,’ said the blue lady. She stepped toward me, I was looking at a beautiful illusion, something I felt more than I saw, she was more of an image in my head, like a daydream. I felt a warmth come over me, not hot like fire, but warm like human skin; as if I were being touched everywhere, she felt soft and warm. My mind’s eye pictured her soft blue lips, which I kissed. Her neck was long and slender, which I ran my tongue down until I met the swell of her soft tit, they were petite and shaped like pears. I kissed her tits and ran my tongue to her left dark blue nipple, it was like a dark-blue cherry on a light-blue Bakewell, I nibbled at it, I licked at it, I sucked at it; I wanted to eat it. I swapped over to her right tit and paid it the same attention, escort fatih I took her left tit in my left hand and closed my hand around it, squeezing gently, opening and squeezing; the blue lady moaned erotically, as I sucked on her right nipple and groped her left beautifully soft tit.

My cock was solidly erect, I could feel it pushing against my joggers. ‘Make yourself naked,’ said the blue lady, ‘it’s me Paul, it’s Little Piece.’

I felt my body buzzing with LSD as I looked upon the naked blue lady in my mind’s eye, I was tripping out of my mind. ‘Wow,’ I said. ‘It’s you, it’s another Little Piece.

I pulled down my joggers and my boxers to my ankles. I took my thick sultry hard on in my hand and wanked a bit, it felt electric, my cock felt massive in my hand. ‘Can I hold your manhood?’ asked Little Piece. I let go my cock and watched Little Piece take it in her hand. She began to pump it slowly. ‘You have a manly manhood,’ said Little Piece. Then she took me in her mouth. It felt like I’d been plunged into a sea of warm candyfloss, all sticky and gooey and warm. Little Piece pumped my cock faster, her slurping and erotic moaning made me cum faster as I felt myself erupt like a tidal wave……

‘You fuckin’ Purv! Hoy!’

I stared in shock at a man with his dog heading toward me. Little piece and the leaf wigwam were gone. I had my cock in my hand, I let go of it, pulled up my boxers and joggers, turned and ran.

‘You pervert!’ Shouted the man. ‘I’m calling the Police!’

I ran toward Kenwood. I ran amongst the trees, through the wooded areas. My heart was pounding, and I was breathing heavy. I had to stop. I leaned up against the trunk of a large oak and caught my breath. I looked about me, there was no sign of the man and his dog. My hand was slick with cum, I wiped it clean on the grass. ‘What the fuck!’ I said to myself. I headed for the road and a way off the Heath. I walked down a long path that took me to Hampstead Heath Overground station. I spotted an off licence, I walked to it, went in and bought four cans of Sella. I headed home. On the way I opened a can of Stella and gulped the whole can down. The alcohol mixed with everything else which was swimming through my bloodstream. I felt a wave of euphoria come over me and I took a wobble, corrected myself, and marched on.

I closed my front door behind me and headed for the garden. I sat down and opened another can. My hand shook as I drank. By the third can my hand was steady. I lit up one of my pre-rolled joints and opened my last can. I felt pissed and stoned. My cock went hard again, and I thought of Little piece. I wanted more to drink, I didn’t want lager, I wanted a bottle of vodka.

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It was a sunny afternoon the day I came to my aunt Amalthea’s estate in Atlanburg. It would be an understatement to say I was tired. After a day and a half riding in a carriage through the stinking metropolis, the suburbs and out to the country house I was not in the best state. I stared up at the letters carved into the archway above the door: Murray Manor 13901. The word looming is overused somewhat universally but if ever there was a place made for the word, this was it. The stone manor looked like a castle and it’s great thick walls did loom over me. Smartly arranged planters were an extension of the perfectly manicured lawn and the smart cobblestone lane leading to the house. The place oozed money.

That’s why my father had sent me here supposedly. His sister was a world-class businesswoman and knew how to run a household, his exact words. It didn’t seem to matter that the city-state of Atlanburg still used its undesirables as human chattel. I couldn’t understand why father would send me to a place that violated every human rights agreement we held sacred. Yet here I was.

I had been waiting for some time and thought about knocking again when the door abruptly swung open. The woman inside was not my aunt but a thrall dressed in a dark maid’s uniform. I tried not to stare at the tattoos on her neck.

“Um… Stara Murray, here to see the Lady Amalthea,” I stated.

“Yes Lady Stara, right this way,” she replied. Once inside I followed her bustling form down the hallway. The maid was about my age from the look of her with her shiny blonde hair tied up in a bun. After a few more turns we came to the Lady Amalthea’s office.

“Thank you Jema, you may go..” The maid turned on her heel without having to be asked twice, leaving me alone with a woman I’d only met a couple times. Her face was as stern as I’d remembered it when I was a girl with her graying hair tied up tightly. She had a reputation for being hard and relentless. Her office certainly projected that at first glance. Everything was in perfect order among huge, intimidating polished shelves of mahogany. The only decorations were modernist sculptures of cold steel.

“Welcome to Murray Manor Stara. It’s nice to see you again and how fares your father?”

“He’s well Lady, thank you.”

“Very good. I don’t like to waste time so we’ll start immediately. You are to accompany me on matters with Duke Harinn’s people shortly but before we do there are some matters on which I must instruct you. Being from New Brunswick I believe you are not familiar with the ways of criminal justice here.”

“On the contrary, Lady, I learned in school how people do their penance here,” I replied, trying to keep my voice neutral.

“But you have never commanded a thrall with their true name, correct?”

“That is correct my lady.” I didn’t like where this was going.

“Jema, come here!” The maid came rushing back in.

“As you can see, Jema is in service to me. She is repaying a debt to society and I have been given her true name. As such, she will do anything I say quite literally.”

Oh no.

“Jema, put your hands on the desk.”

The young woman complied as if yanked forward by a pulley system and then pulled her hands away immediately.

“So you see if you want to keep a thrall somewhere you must specifically state so or they will not be made to comply. Let’s have another example.”

“Oh that won’t be necess-…”

“Jema, do a handstand and hold position.” I watched helplessly as she immediately sprung down onto her hands and stayed there. It was humiliating to watch let alone what the thrall must be feeling as her skirt fell down onto her torso, exposing her underwear. Mercifully her face was at least covered but mine was blushing in embarrassment and anger. Amalthea strode over to the woman and pinched her hard on the inner thigh, forcing a shriek from her.

“As you can see she will stay in this position until her muscles give out.”

She stayed there for a few more nerve wracking moments on trembling muscles until the Lady called out to release her. When she stood up her face was neutral and she stared at the wall but her chest was heaving up and down from exertion..

“Dismissed Jema,” Amalthea called out and the woman practically ran from the room.

“Your face says you do not approve but these are things you must learn while you live here.”

“You could have just told me Lady Amalthea.” My tone was icy but fear kept me in check..

“No child. You needed to see. Now I will give you one more instruction,” her face was inches from mine and cold in a way that made me hold my tongue, “If you listen, you will hear the Duke’s men arriving just now. They have come to talk business and brought with them a new thrall. A gift of good faith and possibly a spy. He is not to be trusted.”

I looked out the window and indeed there was a carriage being emptied of men outside.

My aunt spoke low into my ear, making the hair at escort beşiktaş the back of my neck stand up, “You may not appreciate this now but you might if you need to defend yourself. I won’t put my own relation in danger. His name is Arendi Cantus Aliatheni.”

I couldn’t stop myself from gasping. She’d said his full true name carefully, with the proper intonation. I felt the weight it carried.

“Yes, now you understand. I would never deign to test your morals,” her voice dropped with sarcasm, “but when you need it you must say Arendi Cantus Aliatheni obey my commands immediately and completely until I release you. This will bind him to your will.”

She grabbed my upper arm and twisted to make her point. “Repeat that phrase I have just told you word for word.”

She had a hard look on her face and I didn’t see what difference it would make to repeat them now where the poor man couldn’t hear me. This name had been ripped from him by the oracle after he’d been sentenced for a crime and I didn’t plan to participate in this barbarity.

“Arendi Cantus Aliatheni.. obey my commands immediately and completely until I release you.”

“Good,” she said calmy, releasing my arm, “they’re coming now.”

Indeed they came into the office a few moments later behind Jema, the duke’s two emissaries dressed in fine clothibg and feathered hats. Another younger man with a shock of black hair, slightly too long was with them. I had never seen a thrall as marked as he was with tattoos winding their way down one half of his face and chest where it met a simple white shirt. The other half of him was unmarked. It was striking. Whoever had that done to him clearly had a flair for the dramatic. He kept his dark eyes pointed down, hidden under long sooty lashes but I had the feeling he was still aware of every movement around him. He made brief eye contact with me and inexplicably my face grew hot. I quickly looked down to the floor. He was the type of man who was not only handsome but pretty. It wasn’t hard to guess what his duties at the Duke’s castle were.

The duke’s men were as arrogant as any who had come to father’s court and introduced themselves in an embarrassingly grandiose manner. A certain type of small talk continued until one of the men, the one with a large blonde mustache, changed the subject.

“How rude of me, I haven’t introduced the thrall yet.” Cue the cruel laughter from the two men. “Let’s get the two of you better acquainted and talk business.”

“Very well,” my aunt addressed me now, “Stara please leave us and get situated in your room.”

I nodded to the duke’s emmissaries and hurried out but I couldn’t help staying outside the doorway for a moment. I heard them clearly from that short distance talking politics and finances.

“So I suppose we should take care of the transfer of goods then. Kneel. I trust you have his name?” I assumed it was the thrall who I heard kneel on the ground.

The Lady Amalthea spoke clearly then. “Arendi Cantus Aliatheni, obey my commands immediately and completely until you are released.”

“Very good. Arendi Cantus Aliatheni, you are now released from my service.” One of them said with a chuckle. It sounded like he was handing over an old book rather than a human being.

“Now that we are completed with that, I suggest we go sit down to supper if you gentlemen are not opposed.”

“Not at all.” I jumped a bit as I heard that and scurried down the hallway to get ahead of them. Finding another servant woman down the hall, this one with no tattoos, I asked and she was kind enough to lead me to my room where my bags had been taken.

After we arrived there I inquired as to her status in the house.

“I am here as a free woman my lady. A little over half of the men and women in service to the Lady Amalthea are the same. I wish there were even fewer thralls here if I’m being honest.”

“Why is that ma’am if you don’t mind me asking?”

The older woman smiled in a condescending manner. “You’ve really never been out of New Brunswick then. These people are criminals dearie, regardless of what those bleeding hearts in the papers might say they deserve what they get. They should lock them up or execute them instead of letting them be out among decent people. But I’m sure the Lady of the house will be vigilant about your safety.”

“I see,” I said, effectively dismissing her, “thank you for your help.”

She bowed slightly and excused herself.

I thought about her words after she had left. She seemed ghoulish to me now but how much of what she said could be true? I wasn’t naïve enough to think every criminal was harmless but the thought of having my free will stripped away made me queasy. I would have to wait and see.

Walking down to the supper hall the Duke’s men and Lady were already seated with their drinks. I sat down and a few of the staff brought out food, some with tattoos and some without. The new thrall was nowhere istanbul escorts to be seen. The more the men ate and drank the fine wine the more drunk and rowdy they became until Lady Amalthea left the dining hall to set up accommodations for them. The trouble started when the young thrall, Jema, entered in to pour more wine. Emboldened by the Lady’s absence one of the men made a grab for her and encircled his arm around her waist. His other hand was busy grabbing a handful of her hair to press his wine soaked mustache against her own mouth. From the look on her face it was clear she didn’t want his attentions but she didn’t resist actively, only clenching her hands into fists at her side. Until the other man lifted up her skirt. I watched in shock as the man kissing her slid his hand up her thigh and in between her legs That was apparently the last straw. At that she tried to pull away but he held her fast. Her hand raised up and finally there was a deafening smack as she struck him across the face.

It happened so fast I didn’t know how to respond right away. When I did find my voice it came out in a yell, wavering but loud, “Stop it! Let go of her! NOW!”

My aunt chose this opportune moment to reenter the room while the second man still had his hand up Jema’s skirt. The new thrall was with her, scanning the room cautiously but not alarmed.

“What is all this yelling about?” she asked angrily.

“This feral animal slapped me!” This from the man shaking Jema by her hair.

“They were assaulting this woman!” I shouted.

“Is this correct? Were you acting in a lewd and inappropriate manner in front of my young charge?”

I mean… I wasn’t that young.

“We are sorry my lady,” one of them slurred.

“Unhand that thrall and I will see to it that she’s punished. Meanwhile you two may retire to your rooms and in the morning go back to the Duke with my regards. That will be all.” Her voice was carefully neutral but there was ice and fire under that façade.

The men must have sensed this too and quickly fled to their rooms.

“You two, come outside with me,” Amalthea said referring to Jema and the new thrall, “Stara you may go to your room.”

“She didn’t do anything wrong-” I started.

“I said you are excused,” she snapped.

I walked out looking at each face in turn and decided I must know whatever was to happen. Rounding the corner I headed straight to my room and waited several minutes to sneak down the hall and out a side door. When I came to the courtyard the staff was gathered around Jema. Over 50 people standing in a circle but I could see between them to the terrified woman in the middle.

I heard the Lady Amalthea command her to strip and she slowly removed her dress and undergarments until she was completely nude. The next command was to kneel and she did so extending her hands out in front of her. I felt a blush creep into my cheeks as she was displayed for everyone present and then horror as I heard her next command.

“You, Aren, step forward. You are to give her 25 lashes for striking out guest and don’t go too easy or I will restart the count,” she stated handing over a wicked looking whip with 6 different tails to the new thrall.

“Begin.” The crack of the whip on her skin was nothing compared to the sound of Jema shaking and sobbing. The thrall took his mistress seriously and did not hold back too much. Her screams became louder and then quieter as she came close to losing consciousness. By the time the count reached 25 I had stuffed my fingers into my mouth and was biting into them to keep from making any noise. Her back was covered in red welts and blood. Everyone began to disperse and I hid myself behind the wall. There were only a few people left to witness Jema still kneeling on the ground.

“Now you can stay there until morning and I hope you will have learned your lesson.”

“Pardon me my lady,” I heard Aren say, “might I take her to treat her wounds first? She may get an infection and cause you further trouble.”

“There’s an idea.” She seemed to think about this for a moment. “Aren, you kneel, hands in front.”

His body moved in that unnatural way I’d come to associate with the commands and mirrored Jema’s position.

“You’ll take her place and stay here until morning.”

Jema was released and another woman helped her walk to the servant’s quarters while the other was left to endure there. I went back to my room but tossed and turned, looking out my window to see him still kneeling there.

The next morning I saw out my window my aunt go to the thrall, still kneeling in the courtyard and release him from the strained position. He struggled to find his feet but hobbled on and out of sight before long. That wasn’t the last time I would see the lady of the house cruelly punish the thralls in her service.

I tried to learn as much as I could, though I felt a seething hatred toward my aunt. I was set to stay escort kağıthane here for another 6 months and if I couldn’t get along I might not be able to bear the shame of being sent back to my father. The other problem was the distraction I felt whenever the dark-eyed thrall Aren would appear and yet I found myself looking for ways to be around him. He didn’t always talk much, mostly just did his work but I could feel myself becoming infatuated with him, especially after I’d seen his kindness towards Jema. The reason for his arrest and enslavement were unknown to me and I couldn’t bring myself to ask. Truth was, I didn’t want to know.

One day after a particulary frustrating “lesson” from my aunt I went out of the house to get some fresh air. As I walked out I saw him weeding the garden and I sat down in the grass a few yards away, not too close to make him uncomfortable I hoped. He was shirtless with intricate black lines running along his back and arms. They were beautiful to look at over the taught muscle below.

“I like your tattoos,” I called out and then cringed. Why did I say that?

“Thank you,” he replied, not turning around.

“Did those hurt?” I asked, looking at the thick black bands tattooed on his wrists and ankles. The keenly resembled shackles.

“I wouldn’t know, can’t feel pain when you’re unconscious.”

“They put you under for that?”

“Put me under? All they have to say is ‘go to sleep’ and I won’t wake up until they say so.” He replied, as if explaining to a very small child.

“Do they… do they do that a lot?” I asked, more than a bit taken aback.

“Of course, it’s an automatic shut off switch for people. The handlers generally do that for tattoos, piercings, any painful modifications the lord or lady wants completed before the thrall is handed over. Unless of course they’re into that kind of thing and they want to watch,” he said nonchalantly, plucking some more weeds.

I couldn’t help looking away, my stomach clenching at the thought of being paralyzed while people hurt me and made permanent alterations. It made my blood freeze.

“Seems like something lady Amalthea would enjoy.”

“Not really,” he pulled up another weed from between the rose bushes, “She’s cold-hearted but it’s all business with her. She’ll have a slave beaten or altered to make a point but she doesn’t enjoy it.”

I mulled that over for a moment. He paused and looked at me with dark eyes, maybe worrying he might have said too much.

“Sorry if I’m bothering you. I just came out to grab a little air, maybe get a little time away from the lady of the house…”

“It’s no bother Lady Stara.”

He seemed to relax a bit but went silent after that, continuing with his work. I felt awkward that the exchange had become too personal and after stealing a few more glances decided to go for a walk in the wooded area by the garden. It was getting hot and the breeze in the shaded grove felt wonderful.

After a few minutes I came across a little stream and sat down by the banks against the trunk of a tree. The leaves shook in the wind like a whisper and the air was so fresh and soothing it wasn’t long before my eyelids started to droop. With my eyes closed now drifting into sleep I heard a rustle of leaves not far from myself, maybe a squirrel or a bird. It came again louder this time. I opened my eyes and jolted awake at the sight of Aren only a foot away, his face pale and eyes wide. Letting out a shriek, I scurried away on my hands.

“I’m sorry!” He said and held up his open hands in a conciliatory gesture, “Please my lady, I only saw you sitting here and came to speak with you.”

“You followed me!”

He looked pained then and kneeled next to me as thralls were trained to do, knees apart, hands resting palm up on the thighs and head slightly bowed.

“Please, I don’t mean you any harm Lady Stara. I only wanted to apologize to you for earlier when I misspoke about the Lady Amalthea. What I said…I didn’t mean any disrespect to you or her. I hadn’t realized you were her niece.”

Someone in the household told him we were related and a transformation had taken place in his body. Where once had stood a confident young man now he kneeled in submission, his breathIng shallow and shoulders slumped. I realized then he was terrified I would inform Amalthea what he had said in the garden. He must have thought the punishment for speaking to me that way would be harsh considering his reaction.

“I’m not going to say anything to her about it.”

I watched as he let out a slow breath he’d been holding through full, pink lips. My eyes followed the patterns that flowed down his neck to broad chest and finally to disappear into the waistband of his pants. It was a nice view that could make a lady wonder what designs were underneath and where.

When I looked back up I found him staring intently at me and my face flushed in embarrassment from being caught staring at his crotch. I tried to compose myself and then crawled closer to him.

“Really, it’s okay. I’m not her biggest fan either,” I said, smirking conspiratorially, “I’d never tell her anything.”

“Thank you,” he said, but his eyes were still nervous, “We haven’t been introduced but my name is Aren.”

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When Ashton walks into a bar, time stops. I mean how often does five feet eleven inches, one hundred and twenty-eight pounds of pure sexual energy enter into the small confines of ANY bar. Men stop playing their cards and women stop playing their men. Women like this only enter with a purpose.

To put it plainly, Ash was horny. Rip roaring horny, why else would she come to a place like this? It takes a LOT of energy to shut out the thoughts and feelings of drunks, and even someone with her level of experience would , at the least, be dead tired in the morning.

With a quick scan of the room Ash removed all of the “Fairies” and violent men from her list of probables. Another scan, and one particular man peaks her interest. “Hmm” she thinks.” He might just be interesting enough to satisfy me tonight. And maybe tomorrow too.” She thinks with a wicked grin, turning her emerald green eyes in his direction. Ash can feel the interest in her as she sashays over to his side; he has noticed her too.

Blonde, with the bluest eyes she’s seen on this side of this planet, the perfect build with just that little extra in the chest area that drives her absolutely MAD! This man is the perfect male for this little excursion.

“Hello sexy.”

“Howdy Miss, how are you this beautiful night?”

“Wonderful, but a little warm. Care to escort me outside for a little night air? A young girl like me can’t be caught out alone in these parts.” Inside she is chuckling at the irony of this statement. “Like anyone would dare challenge me in the light; let alone in the dark”

“Don’t mind if I do. What’s your name Miss? Mine’s Keegan.” Keegan tips his hat in a wonderful display of old world chivalry.

“Ashton, but you can just call me Ash.” Interesting Keegan stands to his full six and a half feet, and offers his arm to escort Ash out to the balcony where she turns her charm on full force.

“Sir, would you do me the honor of being my escort for the night?” she asks after a small amount of small talk. Her brief conversation with him creates an almost unnatural hunger. Just standing next to this man gets her juices flowing, and she likes it. This union is a rarity even for her race.

Keegan only has a millisecond to control the blood rushing to his dick. “WOW! A man could grow to love a woman like this.” He can’t, on the other hand, control the flash of charm he instills in his grin. “Why Miss, I would be delighted.” His grin returns as she puts her room key in his pocket, which by the way is getting tighter and tighter by the second.

“Be discreet” she says. “I must go and bathe, I wouldn’t want him to see me in this state, power is a wonderful thing. Even more wonderful in the right hands, and the right hands are ALWAYS mine.”

Twenty minutes after Keegan watches the nymph of his wildest dreams walk up the stairs, if that’s what you would call it, he tells his buddies at the card table “G’night”. After all it’s going to be a long tiring one, why not go bathe bayan escort beşiktaş and pamper for a few minutes? And why keep someone waiting when they went to all the trouble of issuing an urge to “frolic” like this woman.

Ash begins to wonder if her experiment in mind urges went awry. “EWWW! What if my urge went to the bartender or someone equally disgusting?” All her fears were set aside with the three small tentative knocks on her door.

When the door opens Keegan is taken a little off guard, it took so long for her to open the door he was beginning to wonder if he had the right room, or that she had changed her mind. But, what a pleasant surprise was awaiting him on the other side of this threshold. Standing before him, in nothing but a brilliant smile, was no nymph but a Goddess of seduction.

You would think she had just struck him dumb, if you did not take into account his rapidly swelling pants. Obviously someone is home, Ash had to beckon him into her suite, and close the door behind him while he just stood and stared. “Come in and join me? You are, after all, the guest of honor,” she says, but he can see the hint of smile beneath that luscious mouth. Making Keegan swell even harder, the things she could do to him with this mouth of hers.

As he thinks it, all the new possibilities flow into her consciousness. “Who would have thought that something like this could be so interesting?” Reaching down to relieve him of his tight jeans, first Ash has to untuck his shirt. Slipping her hands under and onto his nicely built abs she rakes her fingernails neatly across his chest, testing his pain threshold. She can feel his pleasure in her mind and is pleased. “Liked that huh?” Lifting his shirt over his head she leans in and lightly licks his nipple. She is pleased to see it instantly go rock hard. Slowly she finishes removing his shirt, rubbing her own aching nipples on his chest.

After ample attention is paid to his chest Ash decides to slide a little further down his stomach and trails her tongue down his happy trail, only stopping when she gets to his buttons on his pants. Using her teeth she unbuttons and then unzips him and relishes in the feeling of his cock hitting her mouth. His sharp intake of breath is puzzling when she licks the underside. “Does he not like it when I put my mouth around the tip?” Ashton opens her mind to his and finds that he likes. So coming to the conclusion that a little is good but a lot is better she licks her way to the end of his shaft and when she reaches the tip once more plunges it to the back of her throat. This time the weakening of his knees was all the indication that he was enjoying himself that she needed.

Deciding that, this was all he could handle so soon she asks him to step the rest of the way out of his pants and join her on the bed. Thankfully he has far past his earlier stupor, and surprised her by growling and picking her off her feet and tossing her on the bed instead. More to her surprise he grabs her feet and slides her, in a laying position, to the eskort istanbul edge of the bed. Resisting the urge to peek into his mind, she decides to let this be a completely new experience to her and let him have his fun.

“GREAT GODDESS!” She is taken by surprise when he buries his tongue in her hot, wet pussy. White hot fire shoots up her body and does not stop until she is dizzy from the heat. Each time he swipes his tongue against her clit, Ash is nearly flinging herself from the edge of the bed. It feels as though tiny bolts of lightening are invading her bloodstream. Ashton grabs his head to get his tongue closer to her hot clit, careful not to hurt him.

Keegan is pleasantly surprised to feel her instant surge of heat. He licks every ounce of hot juicy sweetness off and urges more to come to him. He nearly shoots in the floor when she grabs his hair. Clearly this is his type of woman, yet she holds back. “Why? Surely she doesn’t think she can hurt me by herself” With the greatest restraint Keegan has ever had to control he lifts his head from her beautiful, sweet pussy and stands in front of her.

“Miss I don’t believe that I caught your name.”

“Ashton, Ashton Kyenter.” She waits for the comprehension of who she is to dawn in those beautiful, breath taking eyes of his. He does not disappoint.

“THE Ashton Kyenter? Princess Ashton? The daughter of Warloft the Bloody?” He sputters, going slightly flaccid.

Quickly Ashton captures his slowly fading dick between her lips and sucks. While she is performing he magic with her tongue. Keegan comes alive again. Every thought of who she falling from his mind as if a drain has been pulled. All he can feel now is her soft tongue licking and kissing the head of his swollen dick. It is so big and bulging it feels about to burst.

“Surely a man can die from what you can do to him!” he growls. Keegan grabs her shoulders and wrenches her very soft pleasurable mouth from him to shove his tongue in the place of his berefit member.

Nice. I like a man who can tell me what he wants.

Ashton does not resist, but instead slides his member in between her wet thighs. Keegan stills. Groans. He throws her across the bed, only to capture her wrists in his enormous hands. While he holds her down she begins to squirm a little under his hard body. This only makes them both hotter; Keegan takes her nipple in his mouth and nibbles until a small sound escapes her throat.

Pinned under him with his mouth doing beautiful things to her body, Ashton starts to shift her body to take him.

“Sweet Goddess, fuck me! Fuck me now!” Ashton moans. Not willing to deprive a woman of what she needs, Keegan adjusts to slam his dick into her hot, beckoning folds. Her scent of driving him mad; when he enters her slick pussy colors erupt behind his eyelids. It is like a warm welcoming sleeve has enveloped his very happy member.

By the gods, what species is he? No man should be able to arouse me like this. It’s like I am drunk! And I love it.

Ashton nearly chokes at the sensations escort fındıkzade rippling through her body. Her limbs feel totally disconnected, and tingly. When he enters her the room spins, and rocks. The smell of sweat and sex is overpowering. She licks a trail from his chin to his nipple. A small nibble and the reward of a sharp intake of breath on Keegan’s part, sends her tongue trailing again exploring the mold of his body.

Ashton bites him on the neck, hard, and revels in how his body responds. He seems to swell within her body if it is possible. Keegan tightens his grip on her wrists, and pumps his hips harder.

Keegan lets loose his grip on her wrists to sink his hands into her luscious hair. My god this is paradise, the feel of her is stupendous! Ashton scrapes her fingernails across his back, leaving slightly bloody trails. He moans into her hair. She nearly screams out when he bites her neck.

She is taken aback when he suddenly stills. Brought out of her pleasure she merges with his mind fully, to find the problem. Ashton nearly comes apart when she reads his intentions, smiles secretly and then moves onto all fours. While she waves her dripping pussy in front of him he moves to capture her clit with his tongue. Ashton moves skillfully out of the way before he can catch her. She spies a space between the headboard and the wall that looks just big enough to slip her hands behind. She grabs on and positions her ass so he may enter her there if he so chooses. She slides a finger from into her pussy to claim some of the juices then brings it to her mouth and slowly licks every ounce of slick juice off.

Keegan comes behind Ashton and rubs the head of his dick over her puckered ass. He reaches around and pinches her clit and starts pushing his fingers inside of her. First one finger then two then three. Faster and faster he pushes until she is bucking against his fingers as fast as he can get them inside her. When he pulls them out and rubs them on her ass hole she shudders in anticipation.

The feel of the head of his dick pushing against the entrance to her ass is almost too good to be true. No one is brave enough to give her what she wants, and that’s to be fucked HARD in the ass. Rough, that’s what she wants. To feel a hard dick pressing in and out of her ass while balls slap her clit is too much. Ashton starts to rub her clit while Keegan slams into her from behind; holding on to her hips for more leverage. Keegan suddenly growls and seems to be losing control.

A quick peek into his mind confirms that he is so very close. She contracts her muscles and milks him until he cums in her ass. That is too much for Ashton and she cums in her own hand. She is surprised when he knocks her hand away and pulls his still dripping dick from her ass, only to put his head in her tight wet curls and sticks his tongue in her pussy. He licks every drop of cum that he can reach with his probing tongue. When he gets his fill he turns his attention to her still pulsing clit.

With a giggle Ashton throws herself into Keegan’s arms. She runs her tongue from his chin to his balls, stopping only to nip at his nipples. Ashton looks up into his eyes and starts to head toward the shower in her suite.

Keegan doesn’t move for a few minutes, listening to Ashton in the shower. When he regains enough energy to get up, he joins her and the adventure begins again.

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“Yrel?” The Garrison Commander spoke to her hesitantly, because she had been somewhat cold to him lately. The woman still responded to his advances, but there was definitely something off. She was not the same, cute, naive, cheery girl that he had saved and recruited.

“M-hmm?” Yrel nodded to the human so as to not completely ignore him, but she did not show much interest. The draenei was bent over, leaning on one of the chest-high stable flaps that managed to obscure her body from her breast down to her calves. It was convenient because her tight leggings were rolled down somewhat restrictively around her thighs to the point that she was bound in place. Chaz was also present, yet obscured. He barely had a grip around her wide hips and was almost swinging himself to hammer into her exposed pussy. With each thrust her soft rear bounced him back and allowed him to swing back in for another deep push.

“Are you okay? You look distracted and…” He inspected her but could not see anything of note beyond what was visible above her chest and bellow her knees.

“Out of breath.” She was almost panting, but was definitely exhaling and moving slightly, as though she was antsy.

“I am fine. What is it?” Yrel questioned impatiently.

“I’ve been thinking about us.” He began. Yrel closed her eyes to avoid showing him that they were rolling.

“It’s probably been rather unfair for you. I have my duties and you have yours so our diverted attentions have culminated in neither of us having much time.”

Yrel smiled, her tail casually wrapping around Chaz’a back as it felt like he was going to lose grip and slip out. Once he had regained his grip and started thrusting once more she released him and only then nodded to the Paladin.

“Oh… Yes. Quite a shame. I agree, though.” It was good news, because she took it as him announcing that they should no longer pursue one another, which she was all for.

“That’s why I’ve decided that I’ll just pursue you exclusively!”

“What?” Yrel narrowed her eyes at him. He was normally quite open about his attempts to sleep with other attractive members of the garrison. She cared at first, but not after she met Chaz because, obviously, she had other things on her mind.

“I’ll have all the time in the world to court you, so you can just tell me when you are free. Isn’t that great?” He leaned in for a kiss.

“Great…” Yrel reluctantly leaned the rest of the way. The two locked lips and even the fact that Chaz was railing her from behind while she was kissing the Commander was not enough to cheer her up.

The Commander breathed a sigh of relief. “Well that is a load off my chest! Do we have time now? Seems like you’re relaxing.”

“I was just about to get back to-” Her eyes almost crossed and the Draenei shuddered as Chaz nutted inside of her.

“W-work.”

“Is it cold?” The Commander asked.

“A little. Maybe go send a mission out to procure furs.”

“Good idea! This is why you’re my second in command.” He winked and walked off quickly towards the main building with a proud stride.

“Light…” Yrel grunted. Chaz had already climbed off of her, allowing Yrel to wiggle her hips a little escort bayan beşiktaş as she struggled to roll her leggings up and over. Her tail nimble poked through the hole designed for it.

“That man is so annoying and will only become more annoying, now. Is it a problem?” She questioned, glancing down at the goblin cleaning himself up.

“Seems like an issue, but it was always gonna be an issue.” Chaz explained. He considered the problem already and was able to quickly offer up reassurance.

“You know, I’ve been expecting something along these lines. I can take care of it.”

“You mean it?” Yrel gasped excitedly. The goblin was doing what goblins were meant to do in her mind. Taking care of their livestock.

“That is perfect. I did not want to be distracted from my meeting with the Naaru.”

“What’s this one about? Thought you said the Chandelier was playin’ hard ball?” Chaz began flipping through his contacts as they spoke.

“With the Legion finally showing their hand I believe I can begin to subtly sell her on my ideas.” Yrel claimed excitedly. Chaz became hard just thinking about it. He hadn’t said anything. He just moved her in all the right directions. Yrel came to the conclusion on her own that draenei made natural junior ‘partners’ to goblins. It was the culmination of weeks of effort. The first conquest of her race had been a short one in the other world but somehow the time spent just made this one seem so much more satisfying to him. He was sure his colleagues would agree.

* *

“You are not wrong, child.” The Naaru admitted. The orcs had given in to temptation once they were close to defeat, bringing the Legion to the forefront. It was an outcome that everyone was waiting for, but nobody could truly predict the extent of the takeover.

“Is it finally time for you to aid me in the transformation of my people?” Yrel asked nervously. She was still somewhat pensive about the way in which she was going to sell what she had to the Naaru. The creature could easily catch on and shut her down.

“I believe in this grave hour it may finally be time to activate the army of light.” The Naaru said with heavy chimes behind her words.

“For this we require a pure warrior. A representation of what this army will be forged into through the light.” Yrel nodded along hesitantly. She felt less and less confident. She did not think she was pure of intention, body or soul. She was worried that she may have accidentally kickstarted a serious contender against her own goals depending on who was picked.

“I believe that woman is you, Yrel.”

“Eh?” She was pleased, but definitely surprised. It showed her that the Naaru were not as vast in their knowledge and wisdom as she thought. It was both comforting and discomforting all at once.

The Naaru leaned closer and almost seemed to loom over her. “You will be forged and provide the template for others who will follow you. They will reap the rewards of your extensive training and meditation!” The Naaru sounded very serious.

“Your example will be followed by all!”

“Eh!?” Yrel leaned back. It was happening very quickly istanbul escort in a way she did not expect.

“Do not fight it, child.” The Naaru chimed foreboding chords as she began to infuse Yrel with light from a near endless source. The draenei screamed as her body grew and became more solid. She felt stronger overall, but not just that. She felt different. It was not a bad kind of different, either. It was as if everything she had worked for had simply become more. As the Naaru delved deeper into Yrel’s psyche she leaned back.

“Wait… This is a bit…” If beings of energy could blush, she would have. Chimes became discordant, but the ceremony could not be stopped.

* *

Y’ana had jumped at the opportunity to enter the forging process. She had been a temple guard for all her life and had trained to fight the Legion and it’s allies. When the time came to volunteer she opted for it, no matter what she stood to lose. She was among a handful that had been picked by the Naaru to be forged the moment the time came. A trusted few. All of them were aware that the moment it happened they would be different. They would be draenei, but entirely separate from the race that they were before.

It was common knowledge that different races had different traits and advantages. It was a universal constant. Just like abilities and skills and talents, those traits could be read and quantified. Doing so required some scrying, however and as a new ‘race’ the lightforged were unsure of who they were or what they could do in terms of raw power. Only the Naaru knew the truth the moment they were created. With Yrel as the sample the lightforged were given an increase to goblin relations, a bonus to Stamina and two passive racial abilities. One that granted goblins the ability to ‘partner’ with the draenei and another that permanently respecialized and locked those specializations upon partnership.

Y’ana took one proud step out the front gate of Karabor into the public area and immediately felt a pain in her back that had her bending over. Gradually she just fell forward, flat onto all four hooves. Her forged armor faded and retreated from her pale skin until it was merely a saddle that was affixed to the gold plates lining her sides, a collar around her neck and some pieces that would be more befitting a mount than a Paladin. She thought it would be awkward, but surprisingly she was able to easily step on all fours towards a nearby goblin that looked as surprised as she was. She approached him more like a creature than a person, with all the intelligence of a sentient being; minus some important faculties.

“Do… You know what is happening small one?” For some reason she was just drawn to him.

“Uh, no… I just got a weird feeling and went with it.” He looked her over. He was nervous because of the sanctions. There was supposed to be no talk of draenei mounts in the new universe, but there was one that literally transformed before his eyes and walked right up to him as though she was a deer waiting to be fed at one of those reserves that sets up a free kill.

You okay?” He asked pensively.

Y’ana was confused at first but felt taksim bayan escort more and more okay by the second. She beamed at the goblin and lifted her head proudly.

“I understand! You are joining the Light!”

The goblin chuckled nervously. “What’s that entail.” He looked around to see if there was anyone else. There was not. He was only there because he heard a rumor that there were real gems lining the walls and that they were unattended most of the time.

Y’ana knew the answer intuitively. “You join and fight the Legion as my rider. My one and only Master!” She stood proudly on all fours. Her entire world had shifted so quickly and jarringly. She felt like she was being controlled but the reality was that her personality had simply flipped.

“No thanks…” The goblin uttered with shifty eyes. He was not interested in fighting, though a mount sounded nice. He also did not want to get into trouble so the obvious answer was a resounding no.

“What?” Y’ana blinked. She felt strange against as her whole body gradually shifted back. Her hooves returned to hands and her armor, unfortunately for the perverted goblin, expanded to cover her breasts and cunt. She narrowed her eyes at him, but could not fault him too much. Though she had never had a liking for goblins she wanted to give this one a pass.

“I understand. If you ever change your mind you should come back and partner with someone.”

“Uh, yeah, sure thing toots.” He waved her off dismissively.

Y’ana got up from a kneel and huffed. As the glow of being partnered faded she returned completely to normal. She began to wonder intensely what happened as more of her personality returned and allowed her to feel the situation was actually very strange. She turned around to walk away from the shifty looking man, then turned back at the last second to see him looking wide-eyed over at her guiltily with a chisel in his hand. He was angled towards one of the gems in the wall.

“You need a better chisel. Something with power behind it.” She explained, not minding at all that he was intending to steal.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Can you go away, doll?” He shot back at her harshly.

“Yeah…” Y’ana furrowed her brow and began to leave, her shoulder’s slumping as she distanced from him. The girl felt jilted that the goblin had no interest in her. It left her alone with her thoughts trying to make sense of why she was sad that she was not made into a mount by a goblin.

* *

“Child WHAT have you done?” The Naaru questioned.

Yrel smiled awkwardly and shrugged. “I do not know.” She lied.

“You can not deceive me!” The Naaru boomed.

Yrel finally took that as a signal to bite back. “Apparently I CAN. You were so eager to forge my people into mindless zealots that you did not even stop to question what I had become before you forged me. Now you are left with what YOU have done.” Yrel announced proudly. The Naaru showed in it’s shrinking demeanor that it knew Yrel was correct. The entity had not only showed it’s hand but had done so improperly.

“So what will you do?”

The Naaru had no throat and could not make a gulping sound but the low drip-like chimes coming from the thing made that impression.

“I do not even know what I am looking at…” It trailed off.

Yrel felt an opportunity and grinned. “It is simple. Let me explain it to you slowly. I believe this is beneficial for you and my people. I will tell you exactly how and why I have come to this conclusion.”

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Queen Cassiopeia was vain and beautiful, often saying that she and her’ daughter Princess Andromeda were more beautiful than the daughters of the sea god Nereus, enraging Poseidon with her brag. Maliciously he sent a monster to plague the coast making trade by sea impossible. It got so bad the king sent a representative to Delphi and asked what they might do to appease the god. The answer was horrifying and simple. Sacrifice your daughter to the monster or lose your kingdom. The King and Queen resisted, but eventually surrendered to the oracle. Andromeda pleaded in terror that there had to be another way, but the oracle was specific. Her delicate beauty was destined for the belly of a sea monster. Three guards and a smith loaded the weeping princess into a boat and rowed her out to the rocks.

Andromeda was full bodied with pale skin and long golden hair. Her tearstained face was flawless with sparkling blue eyes and full red lips. The guards removed her flowing robes, exposing her slender shoulders and full breasts to the sea foam but with the king and queen watching on the beach, the men did nothing suggestive to the doomed princess. She wrapped her arms around herself ang gazed back at her traumatized parents. They were crying bitterly along with most of the city. The smith as gentle as he could told her it would be easier if she laid back on the rocks. She complied but whimpered when he chained her right wrist to the rock. Her tears flowed harder when he secured her left wrist. Now with her beşiktaş escort bayan arms over her head she was ready for the beast. It was hard not to pity the girl who would become a feast for a monster instead of a lover’s bed. The men climbed back into their boat and rowed back to the beach. Alone on the rocks Andromeda wept harder.

Not far from the rocks in deeper water, a god watched the girl with dark eyes. Triton, son of Poseidon, could not believe his father was wasting something so luscious as the princess on a stupid insult. His sea dark eyes mesmerized by the beauty chained to the rocks turned away momentarily to scan the waves for the monster. Triton smiled inwardly. He sent the monster back into the depths with a simple command. As for now he would take the tender beauty however he wanted but first some entertainment. There were people watching on the shore.

Calling upon the denizens of the deep, he commanded two small crabs to latch upon her pale pink nipples. Andromeda gasped when the tiny creatures climbed out of the water and on to her feet. She tried to kick them away, but they held on tight and didn’t stop on their climb up her legs, their delicate tracks sending shivers through her body. When their tiny claws bit into her sensitive belly on their march to her breasts, she gasped. Why were they doing this? Undaunted they continued their climb up her heaving breasts to latch on to the pale nipple tips. Andromeda felt a shiver of arousal slice down to her nether regions. Triton watched lustfully as those pale nipples escort istanbul turned dark red from arousal.

Andromeda moaned when the small crabs latched on to her nipples. The sensation ran straight down her belly and into her pussy. When she tried to shake them off, it only made the sensation more intense. Other small creatures slithered out of the water and wrapped around her calves and thighs. One of them nosed her vagina and flickered its tongue over her clit. Where were these creatures coming from? Why were they doing this? The tension built inside of her as more of the creatures searched out her virgin spaces and tantalized them. Her body was on fire with lust. When the first orgasm hit her, it shook her violently.

Grinning Triton rose out of the water and showing her the beautiful the man fish that he was, beautiful and terrible at the same time. He chased away all the sea creatures but the tiny crabs. Holding her with his fierce dark eyes, he kissed her labia and then sliced her pussy with his tongue. She shuddered with new desire. “Me or the monster,” he growled softly sending a thrill through her. His flicking tongue returned to her pussy and swollen clit. He liked the salty clean taste of her.

“You,” she gasped as he slipped his fingers into her dark moistness. With tongue, mouth, and fingers he took her to new heights of passion. She fought the chains that held her, chains that made her vulnerable to his lips, hands and tongue. He owned her body. No part of her was untouched. His tongue was buried deep inside of her, his etiler bayan escort middle finger buried in her darker region, when the second orgasm took her to greater heights.

Triton raised his dark head and stared up at the heaving beauty. She was magnificent. Crawling over her body, his penis emerging from the fish scales, he entered her heated flesh. Andromeda gasped as he stroked her heated flesh with his huge cock. He was the epitome of masculine brsuty, and the feel of him inside her sent her back into the throes of passion. He filled her completely. Every stroke rubbed her sensitive parts. Being held down helpless while he had his way with her was intoxicating. She was a princess used to having her own way, but this majestic creature was taking his pleasure from her.

When he climaxed, he shuddered violently, his sun browned arms pushing him off her his strong breast now visible to her eyes. He kissed her, but it was time to go; Perseus was on his way. Calling the monster back, he slipped into the water leaving a disappointed Andromeda behind.

Perseus appeared shortly afterwards, arriving in time to kill the monster. Andromeda, still stunned by her divine lover, thought nothing of Perseus’ presence when he unchained her and carried her off. She was still naked but his arms were strong and warm. And It was nice flying through the air, and she knew he was taking her for himself. Gazing down into the water below them she wondered if HE was watching them.

In time Perseus and Andromeda became powerful rulers. Andromeda did her duty giving Perseus six sons and a daughter, but there was always a sea god in the back of her mind. Every year she went to the coast and swam naked in the cool waters, but he never came. She did not know that his father Poseidon had not been amused by his lecherous stunt and had banned him from any further contact with human females.

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Carol and I have known each other for a number of years now. Our husbands grew up together and have been best friends as long as they can remember. When I started to date Peter, Dwayne was already going out with Carol. Due to their friendship we were forced together and became great friends ourselves. Carol and I even were in each others bridal parties. I would now consider her to be my best friend.

Carol has a great body. She is a fitness trainer so is always working out. Thin body, pert B cup breasts, short cut brown hair. Everything on her is lean, she even moves like a powerful cat, slinking along with no effort at all. I on the other hand could stand to lose 10 pounds. Sitting on a chair at the bank all day does not lend itself to a fit lifestyle and I don’t get out to the gym that often, even though Carol invites me. To be honest it is just too much like work to exercise. I describe myself as curvy, with nice C cup breasts, full lips, brown eyes and long brown hair. Besides Peter likes me that way, he complains that Carol is too thin for his tastes and likes a little meat on his girls.

This past Thanksgiving Day the four of us had nowhere we had to go. My parents live a thousand miles away, Peters have passed on. Dwayne’s parents were going to his brother’s place 3 hours away and they had gone to Carol’s parents place the night before for dinner. Carol suggested that we get together and spend the day at their place. We showed up early and us girls got busy preparing the evenings meal. The boys sat in the living room watching football and having a beer.

Dinner was nice and after, we girls kicked the boys off the TV. They went over and started playing Madden Football on the X-Box instead, as if they had not had enough football for the day. I popped my favorite movie, The Princess Bride, into the DVD player and sat down on the couch. Carol sat beside me wrapped in a big fussy blanket that she offered to share.

After a little while she adjusted a little and asked if she could lie down. I said sure and offered my lap for her head. We re-adjusted the blanket and settled in. My left hand naturally rested on her waist, her top had ridden up a little and my hand was on her bare skin just above her pants. I could not resist and slowly dragged istanbul eve gelen escort my nails across her bare middle, as she squirmed underneath me from the tickling. I rubbed the palm of my hand over the area I had just tickled to ease the feeling. I couple of minutes later I again ran my nails over her stomach, giggling as she shuddered under me. I could feel the goose bumps rising up on her skin. She chastised me as I again ran my flat hand over the tickled area to ease her suffering. The imp in me would not let it rest and it was only a few minutes later when I tickled her for a third time.

She groaned “Brenda, your killing me. Do you know how ticklish I am?”

I just smiled as I giggled and rubbed the area down.

Carol said, “Now that feels nice, you can just keep that up.”

I did just that, running the flat of my hand over her stomach and up her sides gently caressing her smooth skin. I continued for about 5 minutes covering from the top of her pants to the bottom of her bra. She made a contented sigh and commented again how good it felt.

I glanced over at the boys; they were still deeply involved in their man to man gridiron struggle, paying no attention to us.

Carol said she would be right back; she needed to go to the washroom. She slid out from under the blanket and headed up the stairs, turning her head back to flash me a smile.

I watched the movie till Carol returned. When she did she immediately slipped back into her laying position with her head on my lap. She took hold of my hand and placed it back onto her bare tummy. I resumed my rubbing as she cooed her contentment.

A minute or two later as I rubbed higher I made a discovery. Carol had removed her bra when she had gone upstairs. My hand brushed the bottom of her naked breasts.

When I started to move down again Carol said. “It feels great, don’t stop there.”

I looked down; she was staring up at me, our eyes locked. I don’t know if it was pleading or lust I saw in them but I knew what she wanted. I moved my hand up, gliding over her breasts, her nipples hardened at my touch. Carols eyes closed and she gave a small moan of pleasure.

I continued to caress her breasts under cover of the blanket. The istanbul escort boys off in their own world had no idea what was going on just 10 feet away. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, and then pulled at then. I did everything to them that I enjoy doing to my own breasts when masturbating. Carol just laid there lost in the feeling, small sighs coming from her.

What surprised me was the effect it was having on me. I could feel my own nipples growing taunt and my pussy grow wet. I had only been with a girl once before, in high school. I had gone to her house after school and she had talked me in to kissing and some light petting. While I had enjoyed it I had never repeated it. This was something different though. We were two grown women and seeing the effect I was having on her was turning me on. I was getting off on giving her pleasure.

I felt her arms moving for a few seconds, and then she reached up and took my hand. She guided it down to where she had undone her pants. She pushed my hand into the opening. I slid my hand down, feeling the beginning of stubble above her pussy. I continued, reaching her very wet opening. Dipping my finger in, I moistened it and slid it back up to her clit. She jumped like an electric shock and gone through her and then started grinding her pussy onto my hand.

I heard a holler from the boys and looked up in shock thinking were had been discovered but they were still deeply involved in their game, someone had just scored. As the boys played and got off on their game, Carol got off on my fingers.

The next weekend we all went out to diner and a movie. In the theater the boys sat next to each other so they could talk, Carol was next, then me on the outside. Part way through the movie Carol complained of being cold and grabbed her coat throwing over both our laps. A minute later I felt her hand creep onto my knee, under my skirt and up my thigh. She rubbed my leg for a minute, it was turning me on. I adjusted myself, spreading my legs farther giving her the access for the touch I needed. She did not disappoint and it was all I could do not to scream out loud as she made me cum right in the theater.

I was really getting off on our play right under the boys’ noses. It they only tuzla escort knew what their dutiful wives were doing while sitting right next to them.

It was the beginning of December now and the next Saturday we all went Christmas shopping. After a day of pushing our way through the malls we went to a Boston Pizza for a bite to eat and a drink. As we sat enjoying each others company Carol was very touchy feely towards me, rubbing my leg, touching my hand. I was concerned that the boys might notice but they were oblivious to her administrations.

I had to go to the washroom and Carol said she would join me. In the restroom there was one other lady who was just washing up and leaving. As soon as she was out the door Carol grabbed me, forcing me against the wall. Bringing her lips to mine we shared our first kiss. It was soft and delicious with a passion that I had not experienced for a long time. Our tongues intertwined as we expressed our desires. As we broke our kiss Carol looked into my eyes, I could see lust in hers. She maneuvered me into a stall, sitting me down on the closed toilet seat. Reaching up under my skirt she grabbed the edge of my panties, I lifted my butt to allow her to slip them off.

She bunched up my skirt, spread my thighs and said, “I have wanted to taste you for so long.” She then dove right in, sucking, licking, and teasing my pussy.

Oh God it felt so good. I was almost at orgasm when I heard the door to the restroom open. Even though I was on the edge I pushed her head away. Breathing heavy I raised my finger to my lips indicating for her to be quiet. The lady took the stall next to ours. Carol proceeded to drive me insane, teasing my pussy with her finger as the woman beside us peed. As soon as she was done and gone Carol lowered her face back to my waiting clit. It only took a couple of laps of her tongue before I exploded.

We rearranged ourselves and headed back out to the boys. They did not even seem to realize how long we had been gone as they were watching hockey on one of the TV’s mounted in the restaurant.

We paid the bill and just before were getting up to go Dwayne said to Carol, “You have a little something on your chin.”

With a smile, Carol grabbed a napkin and rubbed away some of my pussy juice she had missed.

To this day we continue to find ways to sneak behind the boys’ backs, taking any feels, licks and kisses we can get away with. I don’t think the boys have any clue what we are up to but the excitement of maybe being caught adds extra spice to our games.

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She sat and stared at the oil painting hanging in front of her; trying to make out what it meant. After all, that was the assignment given by the professor: to analyze and report on local art. The problem was that she could not determine what the picture was supposed to be. At one angle, it looked like an oddly shaped filing cabinet. At another angle, it looked like a television screen. No matter what, Samantha was so frustrated that she didn’t hear the footsteps approaching from behind her.

“Don’t look at the shapes. Look at the colors. Feel the emotions.”

Samantha turned to find herself face-to-face with an older woman with red hair and thick glasses.

“Oh, thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I see students like you in here often; staring in confusion.” the woman replied.

“It is a beautiful piece, but confusing because it is not exactly square. Anyways, I am not sure that I will do well on this project.”

“I have a suggestion that might help you, but it depends if you have time.”

“Yeah?”

“The studio closed ten minutes ago. I didn’t want to disturb you, but I have to shut down the lights. However, this is my studio and my painting, so I want you to give you a private interview for your report.”

“Wait, you are THE artist, Heidi Thuse?” Samantha said feeling embarrassed.

“The one and only. These days, local artists hang their art in galleries. I chose to open my own gallery. I paint, hang, and antalya escort sell my work all in this building. And I would like to show you my studio.”

“Really? But I don’t want to waste your time.”

“Darling, I invited you. Come. The decision is made.”

Samantha took one last look at the piece of art hanging on the wall and followed the red-headed woman down to the basement studio.

She immediately was met by a burgundy painted room with a black leather couch and white easel. On the left of the room was a black wooden table dirtied with oil paints and objects. Along the wall, were about thirty paintings. Some of them were abstract. Others were of nude women. All of them, beautiful.

“You can sit on the couch. I will be ready in a few minutes.”

“You paint nude women?” Samantha asked nervously when Heidi returned.

“Sometimes, but mostly I paint abstracts because they best represent my emotions. Take for example the picture of the red square with a black center. I painted that after I had been seduced by one of my clients. He had been staring at my paintings and I couldn’t help but stare at his ass. He fucked me hard that night in the middle of my studio. It was intense. Just like the painting you see upstairs.”

“I understand the intensity of red, but why black?” I notice that is a theme in many of your paintings.

“Red is often used with passion. Black is often used for darkness konyaaltı escort or death. However, for me, I see the darkness with a different perspective. Perhaps I can help you understand by demonstrating on you?”

“What do you mean ‘on me’?”

“Take this black tie that I have with me and wrap it around your eyes. Now, this exercise requires trust. I want you to paint a picture, but as a blind person would. I will guide you to the easel and give you the brush. Then, I will help guide your hands until you are painting on your own.”

“Sounds interesting. Let’s do it.” Samantha smiled as she put the black tie around her eyes.

“Just wait one more minute while I get the materials.” Heidi said softly before giving her a gentle kiss on the lips. The kiss was sensual and wet; just the way Samantha liked being kissed; however she was not expecting it and almost shouted, but it felt too good.

“I have a better idea.” the old woman whispered as she traced her fingers around Samantha’s hair and neck before bringing her in for another kiss.

“I saw you staring at my photo and immediately thought of fucking you. Then, I want to paint a picture while you eat my pussy. Now, please tell me if you are in for this or not.”

Samantha’s heart was racing and she could feel her juices beginning to flow as hidden desires started coming forth from her mind.

“Fuck my ass with a paintbrush alanya escort and you can dominate me all night long.” Samantha said giving into the desires.

“Done.”

Samantha felt herself being pushed back on the couch and was suddenly met with Heidi’s shaved pussy on her face.

“Taste me while I undress you.”

There was no time to respond before the juicy slit was sliding along her nose and face. Samantha stuck her tongue out and sapped up the juices as if it was candy. Meanwhile, Heidi had unbuttoned her blouse and was fondling Samantha’s hard nipples. Samantha reached her hands up and spread Heidi’s ass cheeks, so that she could go deeper into her vagina. She blindly stumbled upon Heidi’s asshole and began licking and sticking her fingers deep inside.

“Yes.” the artist moaned as she reached down and began rubbing Samantha’s throbbing clit.

“Please fuck me hard.” Samantha begged as she felt two fingers go deep into her dripping wet pussy.

Time stopped. Samantha only saw black and white and red. Her pulse screamed out with music as Heidi stuck a thick paintbrush stick deep into Samantha’s ass. The scent of sex permeated the air. The minutes that passed were consumed with moaning and thrusting movements. Samantha was lost in pleasure.

Suddenly, her blindfold came off and she saw the thick red hair of Heidi’s bush in face, dripping with cream. She screamed out in ecstasy and laughed with the moment.

“Now it is time for me to paint.” Heidi panted. “Eat my pussy while I paint. Then you will know what I was feeling when I painted all of my art.”

Three hours later, Samantha gave Heidi a kiss goodnight.

“You can pick up your art tomorrow after you help me paint another one!” Heidi said waving goodnight.

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I was raised in a very strict Christian home. My name is Amy, at 16 I felt different than my friends, i didn’t really flirt with boys like they did, and was more of a loaner. I studied a lot and had my heart set on going to college. Nobody in my family had ever gone before.

I studied hard on my eighteenth birthday I found out I had been accepted to a big 10 school. I was so excited, I went out and celebrated alone, while i was eating at a restaurant this woman walked up said it was crowded which it really was and asked if she could share a spot, I said sure. She was in her 30’s and now it was obvious she was soft butch, but I didn’t really know I had lived such a sheltered life.

She told me her name was Angie and she was a teacher, was great talking with her she was so intelligent. I was very relaxed, she said she owed me a dinner and invited me over a week later. I said sure not thinking anything of it. She told me i should broaden my horizons and suggested that I read some adult things. She said she knew my church wouldn’t agree, but that i should at least learn about the world. She gave me a book called the Well of Loneliness although it was older book it shocked me. The love scenes in the book intrigued me. I read each love scene over and over, I felt so alive inside when i read it. Soon it was Friday night and I was prepared to go to Angies house. I got there at 5pm she explained the other friend who was coming had to cancel so it would just be us two.

She was a great cook we ate and bagdat caddesi escort talked she gave me some wine i simply took a glass and sipped it. After dinner she suggested we watch some tv, we sit on the couch she turns on a movie, its called the Lword. I soon realized it was a series about lesbians she had recorded.

As i watched the show I didn’t notice Angie’s arm around my back, as I relaxed I noticed it back there but ignored it. She asked me what I did on the weekend I told her how active I was in church, she said its good I am not in trouble like other girls my age. Then I felt her arm around me caressing my left arm as she touched me I didn’t notice it at first, and before I knew it my body as reacting. I looked on the screen two beautiful young women were locked in an embrace in underwear. Before I could complain Angie’s hand had started stroking my arm I moaned.

Suddenly, I realized what was happening, I pleaded with her to stop, she quit rubbing but kept her arm there. I said this is sinful, Angie just simply kissed my earlobe, I could not help but react and sigh, she simply started licking my ear. I said Angie I can’t. She kept on kissing my ear. My body betrayed me. Suddenly my nipples stiffened which Angie saw.

She turned my face i said Angie its sin she kissed me clothed mouth over and over, Then her tongue tickled my lips. I opened them, she began probing, i tried to resist but my body needed this. The lust inside me building. Before nisantasi escort i could say stop her hand caressed my side.

Now I was quickly forgetting rather it was right or wrong. Angie sensed this as her hand went to my breast. Without being told I reached for her breast, I had her shut off the TV and told me to stand I did. She led me to her bedroom, as I tried to explain I was a Christian and couldn’t do this, Angie simply kissed me again, this time no pretense I kissed her deep. Our tongues danced. She suddenly stopped and suggested I call home and tell them i was staying at a friends, I said I had nothing to sleep in she said good neither did she, I blushed which excited Angie. I then called Mom asked if I was ok and I said yes, she said i sounded funny. Finally I hung up, I turned and saw Angie was completely naked, she had taken off her clothes while I was on phone/ Before I could say anything I felt her pulling me to her, and she placed my hands on her bare breasts, as I said I can’t its a sin my hands were kneading her breasts. She smiled and laid me back, without being told I laid back.

I felt her hand unsnap my jeans,( yes even Christian girls wear jeans lol ) my legs parted. Without any instruction i knew I wanted her. She smiled and began massaging my mound. Mu jeans were suddenly feeling so warm, her hand kept probing, over my jeans her hand was massaging. Before I could think I saw her smile then i felt my jeans unsnap and the zipper come down. ataköy escort I then felt her hand in my panties, i said no, but even as i said no my back arched. Her hand then began to rub my bare mound skin on skin. Now my mind shifted she knew it, she got a smile on her face and said enjoy the sin. I just moaned all resistance was gone. She knew she slid my pants and panties off suddenly i was bottomless in her bed. She loved i shaved and without saying a word went down on me. What a feeling her lips and tongue were magic. As i moaned I started to take my blouse off she stopped me. She liked me bottomless as she ate me I massaged my breasts through my blouse, finally I took it off.

My bra came off next i finally was nude. Now it was time for me to feel lesbian love. She kissed my eyelids, then her tongue went over my eyelids like a butterfly. As i moaned loud she placed her body over mine, now i felt her body press on me. As our mounds touched my legs instinctively wrapped around her. she began to move so good I was hers.

We made love as she kissed me told me how beautiful I was. I tried to keep time with her movements but my excitement gave way, and i simply clung to her. She told me I was a natural. Soon our movements became synchronized as my orgasm got closer I felt her tender kisses on my neck, when I exploded she held me close.

After holding me in the afterglow I knew what she wanted, without speaking i moved her off of me and began to taste my first pussy. She was so sweet to me and I loved how her nectar filled my mouth, she orgasmed very quickly, i think more to her excitement from our tribbing than my expertise. This was just the beginning of a new life for me. If you liked story let me know and I will tell of how I found I wasn’t the only woman in our church to have the same sexual desires as me.

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Chapter 05

Dawn takes Cynthia’s hymen.

Since she couldn’t fall asleep, Cynthia decided to get up and get a snack. It was almost eight o’clock and she hadn’t eaten since she had a piece of toast for breakfast. She wrapped a towel around her waist and went into the kitchen. The refrigerator had very little food in it, but there was a container of milk. She was drinking the milk and had a milk mustache, when Dawn walked in and saw her.

“Who are you, little girl, and where did you come from?” asked Dawn.

“Are you Miss Sterling?” Cynthia asked, and Dawn nodded.

The girl was flustered and, although she had been repeating her mantra, she forgot most of what she was supposed to say, “I’m Cynthia, your sex slave. I’m from the slave market. Paula and Heather bought me,” she blurted out.

“Wha? What? They bought you? How much did they pay for you?” demanded Dawn.

“About forty five thousand dollars. Do you have any cookies? I’m hungry.” Dawn opened a cabinet and handed Cynthia a box of Oreo’s. “I’ve ordered some Chinese food. We’ll eat as soon as I find out what’s going on here,” she said through clenched jaws.

“Damn, what could those two be thinking?” She stomped off looking for Paula and Heather.

“Wake up, you idiots. Who is this Cynthia?” Dawn demanded.

“Oh, you’ve seen Sin-thia? Isn’t she beautiful? We bought her today at the ‘slave market’. We’ll close tomorrow when you write a check for about forty five thousand — plus taxes and whatever,” Paula said, half asleep. “We’ve had sex in her already.”

Dawn was livid, “Do you realize what you’ve done? There’s a law against slavery. Not only that, but that child can’t be more than fifteen years old. Have you actually had sex with her?” Both Heather and Paula nodded. “I can’t believe this. You’ve committed statutory rape. You’ll be lucky to spend only twenty years in prison for kidnapping, child abuse, rape, slavery, and probably a dozen other charges. What in hell were you thinking when you brought that child here? Are you so sexually starved that you have lost your minds?

“Now I’m involved. No one will believe you did this without my knowledge. This is my apartment. My lord, I’m ruined; I’m doomed.” Dawn conceded. Heather and Paula were still groggy and hadn’t a clue as to what Dawn was talking about.

“Ahem. I’m NOT fifteen, Miss Sterling.” Cynthia was standing in the doorway. She still had a milk mustache.

“My lord, you’re not even fifteen? Are you eleven or twelve? I don’t think I can go through a trial and the negative publicity. I may have to commit suicide. Can I do that from the third floor, or will I have to jump from the roof?” Dawn pondered, almost as if to herself.

“No, I’m not eleven. See.” Cynthia pulled off the towel around her waist and showed the pad she was wearing.”

“Are you having a period, child?” asked Dawn.

“Well, no, but I could be,” answered Cynthia.

“So you’re pretending to have a period? You’re playing at it? Are you only nine or ten?” asked Dawn.

Just then, the doorbell sounded; Dawn figured it was the police coming to arrest them. Since the other three were naked, she went to the door; it was the Chinese food being delivered. She carried it into the kitchen, then sat down and cried; the other women rushed into the kitchen and put their arms around her, but she continued to blubber.

“Dawn. Dawn. You’ve got it all wrong. Everything’s okay. Cynthia’s not underage. She’s tiny, but she’s twenty-two. Please stop crying,” Heather pleaded.

All four women tried to talk at once, but Cynthia yelled, “Quiet!” and the women stopped talking. By the time Cynthia explained who she was and what she was doing in Dawn’s apartment, they were all crying and laughing.

“Cynthia, tell me again what you said to me when I asked you who you are,” Dawn requested.

“Miss Sterling, I said, ‘I am your sex slave. I’m from the slave market.’ I meant I was from the car dealership, but I suppose I am your sex slave. These two bitches coerced me into having sex with them, or they wouldn’t have bought the car. They knew I had to make the sale or lose my job. I’ll keep my word, but they’d better keep theirs, or I’m out on the street. My rent’s way overdue; my utilities are about to be turned off; My bills have bills; I am almost destitute. It was down to sell a car today or sell my body. It turned out that I had to do both,” Cynthia declared.

“You still look like a child to me. How tall are you and how much do you weigh?” Dawn asked.

“I wear three-inch heels to cover up that I’m just about five feet tall, and I weigh almost a hundred pounds — soaking wet. My size has been a problem all my life. No one will believe that I’m in my twenties. People keep asking me if ‘my mother is home’. It’s hard for me to get waited on in a store. Clerks look over my head and talk to the person behind me.

“Because I have a narrow waist and a big bottom, I’m out of proportion. I can’t avrupa yakası escort find jeans or pants to fit me, so I wear dresses. I buy dresses in the girl’s or young miss’s department, and they make me look even younger. It’s almost impossible to get a job. No one takes me seriously because of my size. I have a degree in biology, but I haven’t been able to save money to go to med school. I wonder if anyone will take me seriously when, or if, I become a doctor. Oh, and Paula, I did graduate Cum Laude, not cum loud. In fact, I graduated Magna Cum Laude. That was an awful pun you made at my expense,” avowed Cynthia.

“Miss Sterling, your two friends here are going to tell you that I’m cherry, or at least I was until they got their grubby little hands on me. They took advantage of my situation. They’ve ruined my reputation. I’m joking, of course. I could have said no. I do have a problem though. I know the rule is, ‘Do unto others as they have done unto you’, but I’m a bit anxious, no, petrified. Paula and Heather have ‘done unto me’, and I know I will have to reciprocate; however, I’m straight, and I don’t know if I can do ‘that’ to a woman. I will try though,” Cynthia explained.

“Paula, Heather, aren’t you ashamed of yourselves for taking advantage of this sweet child. How could you be so callous? I think you ought to apologize to her,” Dawn asserted.(admonished?)

“Oh Miss Sterling, do you mean that I don’t have to have sex with you ladies any more?” sighed Cynthia.

“Of course I don’t mean that. I’ve been drooling over your body since I first saw it. Even though I was concerned about your age, I was mentally raping you. Would you have had sex with Paula and Heather and now, me, if you didn’t have to? I can tell by your face that the answer is no. Sooo, we’ll just stick to the original plan. Girls, what did you have in mind to continue taking advantage of this gorgeous creature?” asked Dawn.

“She said it, Dawn. We “did unto her.” Now it’s her turn to “do unto us”. We’ll make up the details as we go along,” exclaimed Heather.

“Before we feast on little Cynthia, let’s feast on the Chinese food. I’m starved. Cynthia, you said you were hungry. Can you eat Chinese food and pussy?” leered Paula.

“I don’t know about pussy, Paula. Doesn’t it taste, er, yucky?” Cynthia asked, making a face to indicate her feelings about eating pussy.

“Honey, to me it’s the most delicious thing in the world. It’s my fetish. I’d rather eat pussy and pussy juice than anything else.”

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The four women sat around the table for almost an hour, eating and laughing. Paula continued making jokes relating the food to sex until Dawn told her, “Can it, Paula. You’re scaring Cynthia”. Cynthia smiled at Dawn and nodded.

After the table was cleared away and dishes put in the dishwasher, Cynthia stepped up to the plate. “Even the thought of licking a woman’s vagina is unpleasant; however, I’m ready to try. You’ll have to be patient with me and give me time to adjust. I realize that you, Paula and Heather, seemed to enjoy going down on me, but what if I can’t do the same to you? Will you punish me by not buying the car?” asked Cynthia.

Dawn spoke up, “Sweet child, don’t pay attention to these two bitches, as you called them although you were probably joking. If we see that you’re really trying, you needn’t worry about the car purchase. We need the car as much as you need the sale.”

“That is a big load off my mind, Miss Sterling,” sighed Cynthia.

Dawn interrupted, “Dawn, honey. My name is Dawn.”

“Uh, Dawn, what if I don’t try?” asked Cynthia.

“Child, if you want to call this off completely, I’ll still buy the car. We’re not going to force you to do something you’re not able to do comfortably. In the short time I’ve known you, I’ve come to like you very much. I wouldn’t hurt you for the world. Of course, I wouldn’t hurt anyone except maybe these two bitches who pulled you into this nest of lesbians. Don’t worry, Honey. You’re safe with me. Would you like to go home now?” Dawn asked; Heather and Paula groaned.

“Miss Ster, um, Dawn. I appreciate that very much; in fact, that makes me want to keep my side of the bargain even more. I’m ready now. What do I have to do?” Cynthia asked. Heather and Paula heaved a sigh of relief.

“Girls, it’s your show. Tell this sweet child where you want her and what you want her to do. No rough stuff; don’t hurt her. And yes, I want to be a part of deflowering her,” Dawn said.

“Dawn, believe it or not, she is a virgin. She may even have her hymen; she doesn’t know,” Paula stated.

“Oh my heavens! I meant deflowering your heterosexual side, Cynthia. I didn’t know you’re a virgin.” Dawn turned to Paula and Heather. “How can anyone be a virgin in this day and age?” The women shook their heads. “Cynthia, I didn’t mean I don’t believe you. It’s just, just…”

“I understand, Dawn. No one would anadolu yakası escort believe me.” Cynthia laughed, “Maybe I should have my hymen removed surgically and show it to people if they doubt it. I could have it encased in plastic and put it on my keychain; that is, if I really still have one. I’ve never done anything to break it. It could still be there. Maybe one of you could check it out. Now, I’m curious.”

“I hope this doesn’t embarrass you, child, but haven’t you ever douched?” asked Dawn.

“Dawn, I explained to Heather and Paula that I’ve been to a doctor about my heavy vaginal flow. He prescribed sitz baths to try to mitigate the flow. He told me I needn’t douche, as the sitz baths would keep me clean. He said he didn’t believe in douching as it affected the microflora in a woman’s vagina. He said that my vaginal flow also keeps me clean inside. I’ll douche, though, if you want me to,” offered Cynthia.

Paula piped up, “No! Your pussy is delicious. I wouldn’t want to change that one iota or one microflora.” The other women laughed at Paula’s obvious concern.

“Okay girls. Since Cynthia is willing to play with us, you may tell her what you want from her; but nothing far out or painful; just cunnilingus and make it as easy on her as possible. Just remember that this is new to her. Don’t traumatize her. Cynthia, are you going to be all right with this?” Dawn asked.

“Yes Dawn. What do I do first? Tell me what to do,” suggested Cynthia.

Heather took her by the hand into the guest room. “Cyn, you can sit on the floor at the foot of the bed, and we’ll lie down on the bed with our legs on either side of you; sort of like when we had sex with you in the car. Let’s try that.” Heather lay down and waited until Cynthia sat on the floor between her legs. The girl leaned forward and put her face close to Heather’s pussy.

“This is a little uncomfortable, Heather. I have to twist and reach toward you. Can I sit or kneel up on the bed?” asked Cynthia.

“Would you be more comfortable if you laid on your back, and we could straddle your face?” asked Heather, anticipating her favorite position.

“Yes! That would be a lot better. One more thing; could you tie my legs apart. In the car, I had to struggle to keep from closing them. If you hadn’t been between them, they would have closed automatically,” Cynthia admitted.

“Are you into bondage, Honey?” asked Heather.

“I don’t know what that means, but I do have this fantasy about being tied to a bed and having someone make love to me. Is that perverted?” asked Cynthia with a worried tone.

“Oh no, Cynthia. We all have fantasies. Yours is normal. It probably means that you think it’s wrong to have sex, but if you’re tied down, you can’t help what’s being done to you sexually,” affirmed Heather.

Paula left and came back with a box. She rummaged through it and took out a pair of leather cuffs; she fastened them to Cynthia’s ankles. Next, she took lengths of nylon rope and tied the cuffs to the bed’s legs. “Is that too tight, Honey? Do you want your hands tied, too?” Paula asked.

“It’s not tight enough, Paula. Could you pull the ropes a bit tighter, so my legs are farther apart? No, I don’t want my hands tied. I can fantasize about that, but I’d feel too helpless that way. I won’t struggle. You don’t have to tie my hands,” Cynthia responded.

Heather waited until Cynthia nodded to her; then, she knelt on the bed and straddled Cynthia’s face. “Can you move down a bit, so I can reach you and will you put a pillow under my head, please? Aren’t you going to take your panties off, Heather?” asked Cynthia.

“There. Is that better? No, Hon, I’m leaving my panties on. My fantasy is being licked through my panties,” Heather divulged.

“Paula, Dawn, do you have to stay and watch? It will be very embarrassing to have you watch me lick a woman’s genitals. Or, at least, can you turn the lights out?” implored Cynthia.

“No Cynthia, we want to see what you’re doing and how you react,” said Paula, imagining the scene about to take place. The anticipation of watching the girl eating pussy for the first time was exhilarating. Paula was so turned on by the imagery that she was having difficulty controlling her breathing.

Paula had been putting several towels under Cynthia’s bottom. “Cyn, I’m going to go down on you while you’re eating Heather. Dawn, I know you want to be here, but why don’t you sit on the chair over there, so Cynthia can’t see you? I was about to put a pillow under you, Cyn, but your sweet, round bottom lifts your pussy up off the bed without one.

“Oh look, girls, look at her pussy. With her legs spread and the lights on, you can see her hymen. I didn’t try to lick inside her pussy in the car, or I would have bumped into it, so to speak. Do you want me to try to break it with my tongue, Cynthia?” Cynthia shook her head no.

Paula moved in slowly on Cynthia, blowing etiler escort softly around her pussy and leaving a trail of butterfly kisses on her inner thighs before she started licking Cynthia’s vagina with strong, smooth strokes of her tongue. When the girl started flowing, Paula began sucking at the juices that were liberally flowing from her lips. Cynthia moaned and began tentatively licking Heather through her panties. With each stroke of her tongue, Cynthia became more lost in the moment and her licking became less tentative and more in earnest as she sought out Heather’s pussy lips through the fabric, nibbling gently at them and then forcing her tongue as far as she could get it into the center.

The effect for Heather was a tantalizing, wet warmth through the fabric, that was almost unbearable. For Cynthia, Paula’s licking had homed in on all of her sweet spots. With her tongue darting in and out of her pussy, staying out just long enough to make a quick swipe at her clitoris it wasn’t long before Cynthia started coming as she did in the car: one orgasm after another.

“Heather, you have really nice boobs. Is it okay if I feel them?” asked Cynthia.

“Honey, you can feel me anywhere, but wait until I get aroused before you squeeze hard or pinch my nipples.” Cynthia reached up and took hold of Heather’s breasts; she squeezed them gently and rubbed her thumbs back and forth across the nipples making them erect and sensitive. She resumed licking Heather through her panties; however, she wasn’t sure how to make Heather come, but she kept trying. When Heather’s vaginal flow wet her panties, Cynthia tasted a woman’s juices for the first time; it wasn’t at all like she thought it would be. It wasn’t unpleasant; in fact, she rather enjoyed it.

“Yes Cynthia, now, squeeze and pull my tits. Harder. Keep licking. Up a little. Can you find my clit? Yes, that’s it. Now, suck on it. Suck harder. Keep sucking. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. It takes a while for me to come when I’m wearing panties, but it feels sooo good. Pleasedon’tstoppleasedon’tstopkeepsucking. Yessss, I’m going to come. Pinch my nipples. Pull hard. Yes, I’m commminnggg. Mmmmmmm. Keep sucking, Honey. I’m not done yet. Ooooh, that was so good,” Heather moaned.

“Do it again, Cyn; the same way. Push your tongue into my lips. I know it’s harder through my panties, but try. Yes. Yes. Yes. Now suck my clit. Don’t stop until I come again,” Heather insisted. Although her first orgasm came quickly, it took almost ten minutes for Heather to get off again.

Heather moved her pussy away from Cynthia’s face, kissed her passionately, and licked her own juices from around Cynthia’s mouth; then she took Paula’s place between Cynthia’s thighs. She licked Cynthia’s pussy lips and then licked and sucked the girl’s clit.

Paula straddled Cynthia’s face and spread her knees until her pussy was on the girl’s mouth. She felt an ‘electric shock’ when Cynthia started to lick her vagina.

Suddenly, Cynthia started to gag; although she was still coughing, she said, “Your juices went down my throat the wrong way, Paula. Sorry.”

Dawn spoke up, “That’s it. That’s enough. Get off her, Paula. She doesn’t have to do anymore.”

“But Dawn, I haven’t come yet. Just let Cynthia get me off, and then we’ll stop,” implored Paula.

“No, Heather can go down on you and make you come. Untie Cynthia.” Paula grudgingly took the cuffs from Cynthia’s ankles.

“Cynthia, I can’t imagine how you have kept your hymen into your twenties. Even without intercourse, something like horseback riding or sometimes even riding a bicycle will break it. I’m not a gynecologist, but I’m curious. May I take a look at it?” asked Dawn.

“Am I a freak, Dawn?” Cynthia wondered.

“Of course not, child. There could be any number of reasons why you still have it. Open your legs again; let me look.” Dawn felt the girl’s hymen and gently pushed against it.

“Well, it seems to be normal except that the membrane is tougher than usual. You’re fine, but if you would like me to excise it, I will. Otherwise, when you have your first sexual experience with a man, it could be painful — for both of you. If you don’t want me to do it, you can see your family doctor or a gynecologist. I’m sure you haven’t had an ob/gyn check you lately, or he or she would have commented on it. It will have to be removed someday, in any case, to have any type of testing, like a pap smear, done.” Dawn explained.

“Will it be painful, Dawn?” asked Cynthia.

“Not entirely, but less so than if a man tried to punch his way through it,” Dawn conceded.

“Can you do it now before I lose my nerve?” Cynthia pleaded.

“Sure, Honey. Heather, in the doctor’s bag, there’s a little case of surgical tools. Please get it for me. On second thought, just bring the bag,” Dawn requested.

“I’m going to the bathroom, Cynthia, to wash my hands. Don’t worry. It will take only a few minutes to remove the membrane, and you won’t feel much,” Dawn said.

“Heather, in my desk, there are sheets of plastic with adhesive backing. Please get one of the smaller packets for me,” requested Dawn.

“Cynthia, before Dawn removes your hymen, may I lick it? I probably won’t ever have a chance to do that again in my entire life.” Pleaded Paula.

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It is one of those hot humid nights. All the windows are open in my apartment, but the air seems to be still. I am wearing my black yoga stretchy shorts and a halter-top in red. My clothes feel sweaty, probably still from yoga, but also from the intense heat. I wish I had a pool to jump into, maybe a cold shower will cool me down.

I clean up the dinner plates and throw away the scraps into the bin bags. The bag is full so I tie it up and take it to the rubbish disposal room across the floor outside my apartment. In the disposal room there is this little door that you open to throw the rubbish in and the rubbish passes through to an incinerator in the basement of the building.

I am in the disposal room and in walks a girl about 18 years old, with dirty blond hair down to her shoulders. In her hands is her rubbish. Noticing her embarrassment I took it that she did not expect to see anyone out here. She probably thought that she would quickly dash through to this room next to her apartment and would be back in her apartment before anyone else was out on the floor. She was wearing a white nightie, which looked very short, barely covering her ass and made of ultra thin cotton, the right thing for this weather. It was one of those numbers that you never leave your bedroom in.

I said “hi,” as I exited the room and walked back to my apartment. As I was about to go back inside my apartment, I heard footsteps behind me.

“Hi again, I just did something really stupid. I have locked myself out of my apartment. Would you mind if I come in and use your phone to call a locksmith,” she rattled off in a panic.

I said “sure,” feeling sorry for her.

As I opened my apartment door she introduced herself, “by the way I am Sandy,” I moved in next door last week”

I replied, “Nice to meet you, I am Rachel, I have been staying here for a year now.”

I showed Sandy the telephone as I fetched her a yellow pages directory. As she stood by my side table looking in the directory for a locksmith I noticed that her white nightie was see through. From the back I could clearly see the line of her ass, and her ass cheeks. She had no panties on. She had a nice figure, was very petite, maybe 5-foot height, but had thin legs and a tiny round ass, the type we all envied. I felt bad for looking over her. Had she been dressed like this in other circumstance I would have thought of her as a little slut, but she was in her own apartment and didn’t intend others to see her this way.

She finished on the phone and I offered her something to drink. She followed me into the kitchen and stood in front of me as I poured us both drinks.

She said” its so hot tonight, it must be over 40 degrees!”

“Yeah. I wish I had a pool I hate the feeling of always being sweaty and my clothes clinging to me,” I said giving her the drink.

I looked at her and noticed now that her breasts were showing right through the cotton, and then I noticed that her pubic hairs also showed through.

Sandy noticed me looking and said” I sleep in this, its really good for hot weather. It’s not really going out material” and then she smiled embarrassingly.

Sandy said the locksmith promised he would be here within the hour.

“Do you mind me waiting in here for the locksmith,” she asked me.

“No of course not. Lets go sit down,” I told her.

We sat down on the couch.

“Did you go for a run?” Sandy asked me looking at how I was dressed.

“No, I went to yoga, have you ever tried it?” I asked her.

“No, but I work as a masseuse in a yoga studio across town” she replied.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea as sometimes one overdoes it at Yoga, trying to stretch before the body is ready for it and you end up straining muscles. I sort of hurt my hip tonight at Yoga, trying to do something new.” I told her.

Sandy jumped in “Hips! That is the most common problem I get at work, everybody tries to improve their flexibility but don’t realise it takes time and end up injuring themselves. A bit of massage generally helps relieve the pain. Do you want me to look at it?”

I was embarrassed to make Sandy work. It was about 10PM now and still incredibly hot and humid.

“No, I can’t make you work now, you are probably tired” I said.

“Come on, we have to wait for the locksmith anyway and I am sure I can help you. You are being really kind helping me out now so come on…” Sandy insisted.

“Ok” I said smiling. Sandy then instructed me to lie on the couch facing down.

“Where is your pain exactly,” she asked.

“I have a burning pain in my left tuzla escort hip like radiating out of my but, it feels like I may have pulled a muscle, I answered.

I then felt Sandy sit down on my legs. She had both her hands together and started kneading my left butt on top of my lycra yoga shorts. Each time she pushed in and then held the pressure, moving around to find my painful area. She asked me if I had pain each time.

Suddenly I felt the spot. “Yes, that’s it” I shouted.

“Do you have any oil to massage the area” she asked me.

“Yes, in my bathroom next to the sink. Hold on a sec, I will get it” I said.

I gave her the bottle of almond oil and she started rubbing my lower back. I felt the warmth of the oil and the pressure of her palms.

“I need to move your shorts to get to the area where the pain is,” Sandy said.

I felt her fingers pulling down my shorts. She was struggling as my shorts were the skin tight lycra fit. I lifted my hands to help her and I pulled them down my butt a little. I remembered that I didn’t have a g-string on as I normally wear these lycra shorts without panties. Panties just pull in and make it uncomfortable when stretching.

Sandy was trying again to massage the right area, but it still seemed to be covered by my shorts.

“I can’t get to your hip joint, would you mind taking your shorts off” she asked me.

Before I could answer I felt her hands grasp the lycra shorts and peel them off my butt and down my legs. She then pulled them off my feet. I felt awkward having another women so near to me and me being stark naked, but then I thought that this was OK as she is a professional and this is what she does. I then felt a whole lot of oil drop onto my butt cheeks followed by her hands. She now rubbed her fingers deeply, right into the sore spot. It felt so good. The heat on my muscles and joints was therapeutic and I forgot about my inhibitions and started to relax.

I then felt Sandy’s weight bear down on my thighs. I realised that I was feeling a warm spot on my thigh and that I could feel little hard hairs. I remembered that she was not wearing undies, so either I felt cotton or flesh. It felt warm and it felt soft. She then moved as she massaged a different spot. I felt her pubic hair rub against my thigh. She was doing a great massage, quite deep and she had the exact spot. I thought to myself that Sandy probably didn’t realise that her body was making contact with mine and she needed to balance herself so I just left it.

Sandy then said that she needed to get to the hip joint from the side so she was turning around. She turned around to face my legs and she stood above my ass with her knees on either side. She then continued kneading my thighs and hips lifting my legs to test the flexibility of my hips. She rotated them in and out and then she dropped my legs with my legs parted. I felt a bit uncomfortable, as I was naked. I was about to pull my legs together when she sat down on my ass. I felt her skin against mine. Her naked butt against mine as she leaned down to my legs and massaged oil up and down my thigh muscles and around my butt. She got up to fill her hands with more oil and then I felt her palms all oiled up pressing long strokes up and down the length of my thighs.

After a few minutes, I felt her thumb coming out at the top of the stroke. This all felt so good. I was falling asleep. The strokes got longer and went right up the inner part of my thigh leading to my butt, and then I felt her thumbs come out as before but this time they touched my labia and stroked up them and then up my butt cheeks as if not intended. My body awoke and I felt horny suddenly. I knew I should tell her I had had enough now and stop, but I lay down acting like I never knew what was happening and that she was probably totally unaware that her stroke had made contact with my pussy. The next stroke again came and her thumbs rubbed an arc with warm oil right up my folds across my pubic hair. I started feeling hot and sexually excited.

With each stroke I longed for the moment when her thumb came out and brushed up my folds. Each time I felt a pulsating throb course through my body. I lay there trying to control my breathing. I felt my heart beating faster and faster against the couch below. I did not want Sandy to realise that I was feeling these things. My instinct wanted to open my legs wider so that she can get easier access to my hot bubbling centre, but I just stayed calm and didn’t move an inch.

It was a few minutes now and Sandy now spoke” I think I should massage your back pendik escort now.”

She got up and stood infront of me as she went to get more oil from the bottle . She lifted the jar by the lid forgettign that she had left it loose and the whole jar fell. She quickly reached to catch it and the oil fell all over her.

She looked up at me saying shyly “Oh! I am really sorry!!.”

I looked at her. Her nighty was drenched with oil.

“Sandy, don’t worry about it, but you are now all soaked.” I said as I turned around.

I reached for my shorts to put them back on but I then thought I might as well change directly ito my PJ’s. I stood up and held my shorts in front of my pussy to cover me up as I stood up. Sandy was drenched in half a litre of oil.

“Sandy, let me get you something else to put on, you cannot stay in that.” I said, as we both walked towards my clothes cupboard.

Sandy was much shorter than I was. We stood next to each other while I opened my cupboard to find something for her to wear, meanwhile, Sandy lifted up her soaked nightie over her head and took it off. It was so strange having another girl in my bedroom, standing next to me by my cupboard, wearing nothing. She was not shy. She had these awesome little breasts, the type you neve need to wear a bra with. Small untanned white pink and round but with quite pronounced brownish nipples, which perked upwards. I don’t know what made me look at them. She had only a line of blonde pubic hair on her pussy, but was trimmed a lot.

I suddeny realised that I was ogling my neighbour and was jolted to reality.

“Oh yes, Sandy what do I have that may fit you?” , I rattled out hoping she was not aware that I had just looked her up and down.

Sandy’s hand reached out and pulled the lycra shorts from my hands into hers and said ” these would fit me just fine.”

I was exposed, and felt uncomfortable. I still had my crop top on but I had no bottoms on. I wanted to put my hand in front to cover my nakedness but I didn’t want to seem so shy. I faced my cupboard to find some panties. Sandy had put on my shorts, which fitted her, even though she was tiny as they were body fitting lycra. I did wear them and sweat in them at gym tonight, I thought to myself.

“As i was looking into my cupboard looking for a fresh clean pair of shorts to offer Sandy instead of my sweated out ones, I suddenly felt a warm body against my back.

“Here let me help you with the straps” Sand said.

She had her hands on the straps of my crop top, lifting them to help me remove my top. The warmth against my back were her breasts.

She lifted my top up and she put both hands around my front to lift up over my boobs. As she pulled my top upwards, her palm brushed right over my breasts. I have size C, largish round breasts and was always quite shy about them being so big for my body.

I had never felt a women touch my breasts before. I still was not sure if she had done so by mistake, but then my top was now over my head and I was pulling the straps off my arms, when her soft hands slowly and gently glided up my breasts again. I could feel her fingers opened wide and slightly parted. The feeling was exhilarating. My nipples hardened instantly to her touch. I felt a pang of heightened sexual stimulation course through my whole body. I actually even shook from the intensity of the feeling. I had never had a woman so close to me before, nor had I even wanted it, but something here, tonight, just led me to go with it.

My heart was beating like mad. I opened my mouth and my breath was audible. I was stuck in the moment and not sure what to do. I reached for the pair of beige panties in my cupboard. As I took them into my hands, Sandy walked in front of me. She put her hands around me as if to hug me. She was facing me now and I noticed her nipples were erect and stretched out about an inch. Mine never got that long. I looked at her and noticed her eyes were misty and dilated. I knew she was also excited. She had the look of lust in her eyes. I had never felt another womens breast before and I wanted to feel hers, now.

I lifted my palm up and I placed my hands against her little breasts. They were so soft. I rubbed my hand around cupping it and then I touched her nipple twitching it between my thumb and forefinger. It was red and as I did this Sandy let out a moan and swung her head backwards. She then pushed her body against mine. Our breasts were against each other, skin to skin. It felt so erotic.

We gazed at each other again and in our stare we both got carried maltepe escort away like a boat being carried away by a forceful stream. Suddenly we were kissing. Her lips open across mine. Our warm breath on each other. Her tongue vigorously tantalising and twisting against mine as I tasted her saliva. We broke for a second to get our breath back. I reached back and saw Sandy masturbating herself with her fingers pushing my lycra shorts that she was wearing. She was rubbing herself up and down her pussy on top of the shorts, pushing it into her pussy. It was all consuming. We both felt unsteady on our legs so we went to sit on the bed. I still had not got the panties on but I lost all care. I was naked and my pussy was visible. I had a lot of pubic hair having not shaved or waxed though winter.

Sandy still had her finger rubbing and she suddenly dropped on all fours next to the bed and she pulled my legs open and I felt her wet, warm mouth against my pussy. She licked my clit clenching it between her pursed lips. I felt a throb so great I screeched and put my hand in her hair and pulled it. I came instantly. She then sat up and put a finger into my wetness, and rubbed. I wanted to feel her pussy and I pulled the shorts down and off her legs. I then pulled her on top of me on the bed and I put both my hands around her tiny sexy ass and I pulled her into me. I stretched my hands around her ass and to her pussy from the back. I wanted to feel her pussy. I inserted two fingers and they slid into what felt like a warm and soaked hole. She was oozing juices, which made my fingers sticky. I was lost to this new experience. I felt her manoeuvre herself pushing her ass down into me so that my fingers would go deeper into her. She was rotating her hips and up and down fucking my fingers. I felt her vagina wall inside. She then suddenly arched back and stood up. My fingers were wet covered with her juices. I wanted to touch myself. She stood in front of me and put three of her fingers into her pussy while with the forefinger of her other hand she rubbed her clitoris vigorously pushing it in and out and up and down between her finger. I stood up and I got onto my knees in front of her and I put my lips against her clit and I took it into my mouth. It was big and swollen and red. I pulled and stroked it with my mouth and she whined and moaned. She held my head and pushed my face into it. She tasted salty and sexy and her juices flowed more and more down my chin. She started to convulse and she screamed loud. I knew she was coming. She shook and pushed my pelvis into me.

She went still, opened her eyes. Her hair was soaked and her whole body glistened with sweat. She sat down.

” This was the best orgasm I have ever had,” she said to me.

“Did you feel pleasure” she asked me.

“Yes, but it was so intense I came as soon as your mouth made contact with me” I told her being honest.

Both of us were sweated out and felt a need for a shower and a drink. She lifted up my shorts to put on and I noticed it had a line of white stain on the front. It was from Sandy’s pussy. She took it and held it.

“I am sorry, I will buy you new ones” She said embarrassed.

I replied “No don’t worry, I can wash it.”

The doorbell rang. “Mrs Sandy, I am the locksmith.”

Shit!, I need something to wear” Sandy shouted in a panic.

I quickly opened my gym drawer and through her a top and bottom. She pulled them on. It was a baby blue lycra shorts and matching crop top. She was gone in an instant to open the door.

I put on a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt and went out to see if everything was ok.

The locksmith was trying all sorts of metal devices to open her door. I stood behind and I looked at my new friend. Her ass looked so sexy in the blue lycra shorts. The way the material pulled into her tight ass like a second skin, and as she bent forward I could see the outline of her pussy lips form behind. I wanted more…

I stood behind her and knowing the locksmith was focused on the door I put my hand on her ass and felt the soft material contour her butt. I was being very daring. I turned my pal to face upwards and I with my middle and forefinger I pushed through her ass crack and around touching her pussy from behind. She almost jumped. She quickly turned around, giving me a look. I backed up, and then feeling a bit hurt told her I was going back to my apartment.

I went back inside and went to my bed, lay on it, and I took my lycra shorts that had her pussy juices stained on them. The stained wetness was still visible and felt moist. I put it close to my nose and smelt her musky smell as I touched myself. I came a few times just thinking of Sandy.

Any other straight women who have experienced something like this happen to them please email me and tell me about it. I want to know I am not the only woman to give in to such a wild experience.

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Recap

Life has a funny way of changing on us when we least expect it. Jessica’s life was completely turned upside down when she caught her boyfriend Mark cheating on her with Emily Fernandez. She didn’t blame Emily for what had happened though. After all if her Mark had truly loved her he wouldn’t have cheated on her no matter what. As it had turned out he had lied to Emily by telling her that he had broken up with Jessica. As if that hadn’t been crazy enough Jessica had become lovers and fallen in love with her best friend Jenny’s mom Kelly. Kelly had also fallen in love with her as well. The only bad part about that was that it had almost cost her friendship with Jenny. In an ironic turn of events, it was Emily Fernandez who ended up saving Jessica and Jenny’s friendship. Jenny had only gone to Emily’s house to talk to her about the situation between Jessica and her mom and almost unbelievably Jenny and Emily ended up having sex with each other. Whether it was the talk they had or the love making they shared, or a combination of the two, it caused Jenny to look at things differently and she decided to try and be more accepting of her mom and Jessica’s relationship while exploring one of her own with Emily.

Part 1

Jenny was smiling as she pulled into Emily’s driveway to pick her up for school. Emily must have been waiting for her because as soon as Jenny put her car in park Emily came out the front door and hopped in the car with her. They greeted each other with a quick kiss on the lips before Jenny pulled out of the driveway and drove them to school. Since they didn’t have any classes together, the two girls made plans to have lunch together before going their separate ways for the morning. Jenny went to homeroom where she sat at her normal table and waited for Jessica to show up. Before long, Jessica entered the room and seeing Jenny sitting at their normal table caused her to smile. Jessica sat down at the table next to Jenny, her nervousness apparent in her every move.

“Hi,” she said hesitantly.

“Hi Jess. Look, I’m sorry about the way I acted. I’m still not used to the idea of you two being together and everything, but I’m willing to give it a shot,” Jenny said.

“Thank you. We really do love each other you know,” Jessica said.

“I was more hurt by the fact that you guys kept it from me than that you’re actually together,” Jenny said.

“I understand. We’re both sorry about that,” Jessica said.

“Well, I have to tell you something. I started seeing someone yesterday,” Jenny said.

“No way! Really?” Jessica said in total surprise.

“Yeah. We met in detention. I’ll introduce you at lunch,” Jenny said.

“Can’t you tell me who it is now?” Jessica asked eagerly.

“Nope,” Jenny said with a grin.

“Why not?” Jessica asked disappointedly.

“Payback’s a bitch,” Jenny said and her grin doubled in size.

“Fine. I guess I deserve that,” Jessica said with a small pout.

“Yep,” Jenny agreed, just as the bell rang sending them to their first class of the day.

Jessica tried asking Jenny about who she was seeing every chance she got, but Jenny was having too much fun keeping her in the dark. As the lunch bell rang, Jessica gave it one last shot, “Okay, it’s lunch time. Will you tell me now?”

“Nope. You just have to wait and see,” Jenny teased.

“Aw, come on, at least give me a hint about who he is,” Jessica pleaded.

“Who said it was a he?” Jenny said provocatively and giggled as Jessica’s jaw dropped at the implication of her words.

Jenny and Jessica got their food and Jessica tried to watch Jenny’s eyes for any hint as to who this guy or girl she was seeing could be, but the cafeteria was just too crowded.

“C’mon,” Jenny said, and led the way through the cafeteria to the table where Emily was waiting for her.

“Hey, I thought you’d never get here,” Emily said, as Jenny neared the table. “What’s the matter?” she asked Jessica, whose face clearly held a look of mingled surprise and disbelief.

“She just figured out who I’m dating,” Jenny said in explanation. The amused grin on her face clearly said she was having fun with the situation.

“I take it your surprised,” Emily said.

“Yeah, a bit,” Jessica said as her brain struggled to process this information.

“Disappointed? Upset?” Emily asked.

Snapping out of her shock Jessica said, “No, not at all. Just surprised that’s all. I just didn’t think Jenny…”

“Was into girls?” Jenny finished the sentence for her.

“Yeah,” Jessica replied.

“Neither did I. It just kinda happened, like you and mom I guess,” Jenny said.

“Well congratulations!” Jessica with a beaming smile and gave them both a quick hug.

“Thanks,” Emily and Jenny said together.

The three of them chatted while they ate their lunches until the bell rang signaling the end of the lunch period. The girls had a pretty uneventful day after that. Jessica went to swim practice and Jenny drove Emily home. nişantaşı escort

“Are you coming in?” Emily asked hopefully.

“Sure, I’d love to,” Jenny replied.

The girls went inside and after grabbing some drinks and snacks went into Emily’s room.

“I feel gross. I need a shower,” Emily said.

“Okay,” Jenny replied.

“Wanna join me?” Emily asked suggestively.

“Sure,” Jenny replied eagerly.

Both girls stripped out of their school clothes and Emily grabbed them each a towel as they headed into the bathroom attached to her bedroom. Emily started the water and adjusted the temperature before she and Jenny got in. The hot spray soothed their muscles as Emily took a bottle of soap and poured some onto her pink bath poof. Once she got it nice and sudsy she started rubbing it all over Jenny’s body, paying special attention to her breasts, pussy and ass. When she was done, Jenny rinsed off and happily took the poof from Emily giving her the same treatment. If her own body was any indication, Jenny knew Emily had to be getting pretty turned on by what they were doing because she sure was.

“Let’s hurry up and get out of here, I’m horny as hell and I want some of your pussy,” Emily said removing any doubts Jenny had about how she felt.

“Sounds good to me,” Jenny said, with a grin of anticipation.

The girls finished in the shower and hurried to dry themselves off before running back into Emily’s bedroom where they fell onto the bed together where they lustily embraced each other. Their tongues darted into each other’s mouth and swirled and danced around. Jenny pulled away and started kissing and sucking on Emily’s neck slowly working her way down to her large breasts until she found Emily’s hard nipple and flicked her tongue over it before sucking it into her mouth.

“Oh yes, that feels so good baby,” Emily moaned.

Jenny kissed and licked her way to Emily’s other nipple her fingers replacing her mouth on the abandoned one, pinching, pulling and twisting the hard knob while she licked, sucked and bit the other one.

“Oh yes, feels so good,” Emily moaned. “I want your pussy. Turn around so we can sixty-nine.”

Jenny did as she was asked and carefully straddled her lover’s head before lowering her wet pussy to her waiting mouth.

“Uh, ohhh!” Jenny gasped, as Emily’s tongue touched her pussy. She savored the feeling for a minute or two before lowering her head between Emily’s spread legs and licking her sopping wet pussy.

Whether it was because they were lost in their passion or because their ears were blocked by each other’s thighs neither girl heard the bedroom door open and were unaware of Emily’s mother walking into the room until she started yelling, “Oh my God! What in the world is going on here! This is disgusting! It’s perverse! I can’t believe my own daughter would desecrate my house like this!”

Both girls jumped apart and tried to cover the blankets from the bed. “Mom! What are you doing home already?” Emily asked in surprise.

“Never mind what I’m doing home young lady! What do you think you’re doing? This is against God!” Emily’s mother raged. “And you, who are you and what would your parents say if they found out about this?” she said to Jenny.

“I…Uh…,” Jenny stammered.

“She’s my girlfriend mom,” Emily cut in.

“Girlfriend? I’d say she’s more than a girlfriend. Young lady I think you need to leave and not come back young lady,” Emily’s mom said.

“Mom!” Emily pleaded.

“Don’t mom me young lady. If you’re going to be doing this kind of stuff in my house you can just get out too,” Her mom said.

“You’re kicking me out?” Emily asked in disbelief.

“If you’re going to live a life of sin and not repent to God I am,” her mom said. “Fornication is bad enough, but to be doing it with another girl is just disgusting! It’s an abomination! And if you’re going to keep doing it, you can just get out!”

Emily was in tears now and Jenny just sat in stunned disbelief. “Fine mom, I’ll leave. If you can’t love me for who I am then I’ll leave!,” Emily said. “Now get out so we can get dressed.”

“Fine, you and your perverted friend just get dressed and get out,” Emily’s mom said as she left the room and closed the door behind her.

As soon as Emily’s mom left the room, Jenny got on her cell phone and called her own mother, she quickly explained what had happened and then asked, “Can Emily stay with us?”

“Sure she can sweetheart. Emily can stay with us for as long as you want her to,” Kelly said.

“Really?” Jenny asked.

“Yes really,” Kelly said.

“Even if it’s like for a long time?” Jenny asked.

“Honey, as long as she needs a place to stay and you want her there she’s welcome in our home. Just pack up whatever she needs and bring it to the house. If there’s anything she wants that you guys can’t take then I’ll make arrangements with her parents to pick it up later. Okay?” Kelly said.

“Thanks atakoy eskort Mom. You’re the best!” Jenny said happily. Come on Ems, lets get your stuff packed my mom said you’re welcomed to stay with us for as long as you want to,” Jenny said.

“Really?” Emily asked hopefully. She had overheard Jenny’s part of the conversation, but hadn’t wanted to get her hopes up.

“Yep. My mom says its cool and to pack up whatever you need and anything you want that we can’t take she’s gonna make arrangements with your parents to pick up later. Now, let’s get going.” Jenny said, as she got dressed.

“Thanks Jen. You have no idea how much this means to me. I knew my parents wouldn’t approve of my sex life, but I never thought they’d kick me out of the house,” Emily said sadly.

In the next hour or so the girls had managed to fit the majority of Emily’s things in Jenny’s car with the exception of her bed and desk and were on their way to Jenny’s house where her mom met them and help them unload the car and bring Emily’s things inside, “Well, you have two options,” Kelly told Jenny while Emily was getting some of her things from the car. “She can either have the guest bedroom or she can share your room.”

“You mean it’s okay with you if Emily and I share my bed?” Jenny asked somewhat disbelievingly.

“Why not? I already know you two are having sex together and it’s not like either of you can get pregnant,” Kelly reasoned.

“Whoa, cool. I want her to stay in my room, but I’ll ask her what she thinks,” Jenny said excitedly.

Jenny ran out to her car to help Emily with her stuff and to tell her what her mom said.

“Really? Wow, cool. Um, I’d love to stay in your room with you,” she said hopefully.

“Great, that’s what I was hoping you’d say. Let’s bring your stuff up to our room,” Jenny said. The girls giggled and smiled as they started carrying Emily stuff up to the bedroom they now shared. After a few minutes, Kelly joined them and before long they had moved all of Emily’s things from Jenny’s car to the bedroom. When they were finished Kelly walked over to Emily and said, “Since you’re going to be living here with us you’re going to need these,” and handed Emily a copy of the house keys.

“Th-thank you Ms. Tay…”

“Call me Kelly,” Kelly interrupted.

“Okay, thanks Kelly,” Emily said happily. “Thanks for everything.”

“You’re very welcome sweetheart,” Kelly said. She just couldn’t understand how a parent could just discard their child like an old newspaper just because they didn’t agree with something she did. “Jessica’s coming over in a little while, why don’t the 4 of us go out for dinner.”

“Sounds like a deal to me,” Jenny said.

“Me too,” Emily agreed. “But I’m feeling kind of gross, I’ll have to take a shower first though.”

“Me too,” Jenny agreed.

“I think we all need a shower,” Kelly said. “Just don’t get too distracted, I’m kinda hungry and I don’t want to wait forever for dinner,” Kelly added sarcastically as she headed to her own bathroom.

Jenny and Emily grinned at each other guiltily and headed for their shower. It was about 30 minutes later when the three of them met back in the living room and were joined a few minutes later by Jessica. Kelly gave Jessica a quick welcoming kiss and then she and the other two girls filled her in on what had happened.

“Damn that sucks,” Jessica said.

“Yeah, well at least I have a nice place to stay thanks to Jen and Kelly,” Emily said gratefully. Jenny and Kelly flashed her warm smiles.

“So where are we going for dinner?” Jenny asked.

“A new place I heard of called Villa Romano. It’s supposed to have great food,” Kelly said.

“Sounds good to me,” Jenny replied.

“Me too.” Emily and Jessica agreed at the same time.

After a nice meal at Villa Romano, they returned home for some relaxation and conversation. “Okay Emily, since you’re going to living here I need to let you know the ground rules,” Kelly said.

“Okay,” Emily said.

“Rule number one; no illegal drugs of any kind. Rule number two; no boys or men can stay overnight. Rule number three; you have to do your fair share of chores around the house,” Kelly said.

“That’s it?” Emily asked.

“Yep,” Kelly replied.

“You’ve got a deal,” Emily agreed.

“Good, I’m glad,” Kelly said. “Now, how about a movie?” She said to no one in particular.

The girls all agreed and started discussing which movie to watch. “Okay, Jen you and Emily decide on a movie while Jess and I get the drinks and popcorn.”

“Alright mom,” Jenny replied as she got off the couch and waved Emily over to their DVD collection.

Jessica got out of her seat and joined Kelly in the kitchen while Emily and Jenny picked out a movie. She couldn’t help but feel a small stab of jealousy towards Emily. She had always been first in Jenny’s life and now that was Emily’s spot. It had to happen sooner or later, she had just figured it would ümraniye escort be with a boy, not another girl. But, then again, she had never pictured herself being in love with another woman either. She put those thoughts from her mind as she walked up behind Kelly as she pouring drinks for everyone and wrapped her arms around her hugging her tight.

“Mmmm. That feels nice baby,” Kelly said softly.

Jessica didn’t say anything she just snuggled her face into Kelly’s back.

“Is everything okay?” Kelly asked in concern.

“Yeah. I’m just enjoying the feel of you,” Jessica said.

Kelly turned around in Jessica’s arms and hugged her back before kissing her softly. “Are you sure you’re okay sweetheart?” Kelly asked.

“Yeah I’m good for now. It’s nothing that can’t wait until later,” Jessica replied with a smile.

“Okay, we got a movie,” Jenny called out from the other room.

“Okay, we’ll be out in a couple of minutes,” Kelly called back.

“Are you sure you’re okay? We could go upstairs and talk if you want?” Kelly said.

“Yeah I’m fine. Could, could I spend the night?” Jessica asked.

“I’d love for you to spend the night. The popcorn’s done. Why don’t you call your mom and let her know you’re staying while I take this stuff out,” Kelly said, as she poured the freshly popped popcorn in a bowl and set in on a carrying tray with their drinks.

“Okay,” Jessica said and walked over to the phone while Kelly carried the popcorn and drinks into the other room.

When Jessica walked into the family room, she found Jenny and Emily cuddled up together on the love seat while Kelly was waiting for her to join her on the sofa. Jessica happily cuddled up with Kelly on the sofa while Jenny started the movie. The movie wasn’t on for more than a half hour before both couples had started making out. Jenny and Emily were deep in a French kiss and caressing each other’s bodies oblivious to the fact that anyone else was in the room with them.

At the same time on the couch, Jessica and Kelly were busy going at it themselves. Jessica had straddled Kelly’s legs and was on top of her as they kissed and caressed each other’s bodies. Jessica was grinding herself against Kelly’s body as they kissed and Kelly kneaded Jessica’s small breasts. Jessica started moaning softly and her breathing became shallower, she was rapidly losing herself in the passion of the moment. If Kelly wanted to she could strip her naked and take her right here in front of Jenny and Emily and Jessica wouldn’t utter a word in protest.

“I think…pant… that we should take this…pant… to the bedroom,” Kelly said breathlessly.

“Oh…Pant…Kay,” Jessica replied just as breathlessly.

“Okay girls, Jessica and I are going upstairs. Enjoy the movie but don’t stay up too late. I know tomorrow’s Friday, but it’s still a school night,” Kelly said to Jenny and Emily.

“Okay Mom,” Jenny said patronizingly, knowing that Jessica and her mom would as, she and Emily watched Kelly and Jessica walk down the hall to Kelly’s bedroom. In less than five minutes, they heard the sounds of Jessica and Kelly’s passion coming from the bedroom.

Part 2

Kelly barely had time to close the bedroom door before Jessica was all over her. Kelly was taken by surprise by fierceness and urgency of Jessica’s lusty attack. It seemed like Jessica’s hands and mouth were almost everywhere at once as she all but ripped Kelly’s clothes from her body. Not completely sure how she got there Kelly found herself lying on her back on her bed naked with a ravenous Jessica between her legs devouring her pussy. She wasn’t sure what had made Jessica like this, but she sure wasn’t complaining about it either.

“Ohhh god! Oh Jessica! Oh Yes! Yes! Yessssss!” Kelly cried out, as Jessica sent her rocketing to a strong climax.

Kelly lay panting on the bed as she recovered from her orgasm, but Jessica was far from finished. She stood on the bed stripped out of her clothes and practically jumped on Kelly’s upturned face. Not one to deny herself the pleasurable taste of her young lover’s sweet pussy Kelly was about to grab onto Jessica’s ass Jessica grabbed her wrists and forced her arms back up and over her head pinning them to the mattress as she ground her pussy against Kelly’s face. Jessica rode Kelly’s face with a ferocity neither had experienced before.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” Jessica grunted, as she rocked back and forth on her lover’s trapped face, she was panting and sweat was rolling off her body as if she were running a marathon. Her long hair was plastered to her face as she cried out with her release at the top of her lungs, “OHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHH!”

Her body went rigid for several long seconds as her thighs clamped tight to Kelly’s head like a vice, and then suddenly she sagged and fell off Kelly’s face to the side and lay on the bed, beside her panting from her exertions.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it,” Kelly said between ragged breaths.

“Really?” Jessica asked. She was afraid that her aggressiveness might have upset Kelly.

“Yeah really. I mean I don’t want it to be like that every time, but it was pretty hot,” Kelly replied.

“I’m glad you liked it. I was afraid you’d be upset with me,” Jessica said softly.

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Author’s notes: Sorry it has taken me so long to post something new. After months of tearing out my flooded kitchen, I was finally able to sneak into to my office and get some writing done. To get this posted before the next big project comes up, I haven’t been able to send it to my usual editors for clean up. Only my loving wife has edited this. So, if there are mistakes, I take full responsibility. I hope you enjoy this little story, and please remember to vote. I appreciate any and all constructive comments.

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The alarm blared in her ear again. She sighed, as she hit the snooze button, not looking forward to waking her husband to get him ready for work. She knew he had been drinking again and didn’t want to put up with his foul breath or mood again.

She started to doze again until she felt his hand reach over and roughly grab her breast and pull at her nipple. She wanted to cry but tried to put a good face on things. At least he was still interested. She felt his hard dick poke her in the ass as his hips trust at her.

“Come on Sheila; give me a quick fuck before I have to go home.” He mumbled and came all over her ass.

She shoved her elbow into his ribs, not caring anymore. “Get up Frank; it’s time to take your lazy ass to work!” She hissed shoving him to the edge of the bed.

“What the fuck? What’d I do this time?” He groggily asked as he put his feet down on the wood floor.

“It’s time to get up. If you’re late again, your boss will fire you and you’re too old to go back out on the job market again.” Stella Patten told her husband, as she hid her tears.

“No reason to be all bitchy about it. You going into the pause? All you do is bitch at me anymore. I know you’re getting too old for that PMS bullshit you used to pull.” The pudgy, balding, Frank said, as he scratched his cum coated balls and shuffled into the master bath.

Stella quietly cried into her pillow as she heard the shower come on. Deep down she knew the once love of her life, was having an affair. She even suspected who, but until that morning, she didn’t know it for a fact. Not that it changed anything. She knew she couldn’t get a divorce. She didn’t believe in divorce. She just didn’t know what she could do to make things better.

After getting up, she looked deep into her coffee cup, wishing for an answer, as Frank came in and gave her a perfunctory kiss and told her. “I’ll be late, so don’t hold dinner. I’ll grab a burger or something.” Then left without a backward glance.

“Yeah, I bet! Sheila’s fur burger and thighs… fucking asshole!” Stella said and ignored the tear sliding her cheek.

“Happy fucking birthday Stella, you’re forty two today. And what did your loving husband give you?” She asked the air bitterly. “Oh, not much; just proof he’s been fucking around and blowing the vacation money on his tramp assistant, the fat fucking slut Sheila.” She smiled bitterly and tossed her coffee into the sink, not caring as the cup shattered.

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Later that day, Stella was working out her anger at the gym. It was her only extravagance. The rest of the money went into their children’s college funds and paying of the vacation rental Frank just had to have, to show what a success he was. It was where he took his clients for some down time. Hell, Stella hadn’t seen the inside of the place in over three years.

“Do you want to talk about it?” A voice said next to her, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Not really.” She said and added speed to the stationary bike she was riding.

“Sweetheart, if you don’t, they’ll make you pay for the bike your about to break in your anger. Come on, it’s me….” The tall brunette woman put her hand on Stella’s arm in a friendly manner.

“I’m sorry Karney, Just a bad day.” She slowed the bike back to something close to normal and sat up to wipe the sweat off her face.

“But it’s your birthday… what happened since yesterday when you found out they were planning a surprise party?” She offered her friend her bottle of water.

“Nothing much really…. Frank finally let it slip, while he was waking up, that he’s been fucking his assistant. I doubt he even remembers it’s my birthday, as he’s out fucking that bitch. He called off work today, saying he had an appointment. But he left early and told me he would be late and not to hold dinner.” If she didn’t smile, she would have bust out crying again.

“Fuck me!” Karney Scott said, as her eyes bulged out.

“Sweetie, that’s probably the best offer I’ve had in a long time…” Stella smiled sadly. “But you know I don’t swing that way. Besides I’m still married.” She looked at the tight body of her friend and wondered again what it would be like to succumb to her curiosity. She had to admit Karney looked great.

Karney’s nipples hardened at the frank appraisal from her friend. She felt the tingle all the way down her five foot ten frame. She, like so many others, had lived through sisli escort a very bad marriage before realizing she was a lesbian.

It almost killed her before she was able to do anything about it. She remembered the day she looked in the mirror and couldn’t see a way out. She remembered throwing the handful of pills against the mirror and deciding enough was enough.

After that and her messy divorce, she took the proceeds and bought herself a new attitude. After a year of therapy, a lot of hard work, and just a little bit of surgery, no one from her past would ever recognize her from the frumpy dowdy person she used to be.

“Are you going to divorce him?” Karney asked softly.

“I can’t; it’s against everythng I believe in.” She smiled again sadly. “When I said ‘I do’ it was for life….” She sighed and forced the tears back. “And, I don’t think he’s going to come up and tell me one day that he wants a divorce so he can marry her. So, I’m just stuck.” Stella got off the bike and handed Karney back her water bottle.

“Why don’t you just leave him? I know you make more money than he does. I’ve read some of your work. Just because you don’t have to go to the office every day doesn’t detract from your contribution to the earnings. Let him pay for that fucking lover’s nest he had to have. You know that where he’s at don’t you?” Karney said in instant defense of her friend.

Karney shut her mouth before she let the cat out of the bag. She didn’t think her friend would appreciate the interference. But she would offer the information her brother, the investigator, had collected. She had tried to let enough little slips happen so Stella knew what was going on, but she didn’t want to ruin her marriage just because she had the hots for the fiery Stella.

“Yeah, I know… but I promised, for better or worse. Until death do we part… you know the drill.” She started walking to the showers, Karney right behind her. As they entered, Karney pulled her her into the last stall. It was big enough for two.

“Here, let me relax you a bit before you have to face the kids.” Karney offered.

Stella didn’t hesitate and she stripped off her sweaty unitard and workout gear. They had shared showers before. She relaxed as her taller friend started washing her hair.

“God, it’s been forever since someone has washed my hair for me. I’ve been thinking about cutting it short like yours.”

“Never… perish the though. Keep it long. Short hair wouldn’t look right on you.” Karney said and she ran her hands through it. She wasn’t ready for the flash of passion as her innocent friend leaned back against her and made contact with her hardening nipples.

Yes, she had day and night dreams about making love to Stella. She has since she met Stella over two years before. She accepted that they could only be friends, and so far they hadn’t crossed any lines, even with their shared showers.

Karney pulled Stella’s hair back and started rubbing her shoulders. She was so tempted to lean in and taste just once.

She knew Stella still saw the dumpy housewife of two years ago in the mirror, not the hot tight body she had worked so hard to become. Karney didn’t even think she recognized the looks from both sexes as she passed. All Karney knew was that she would love to cup her breasts and make love to Stella all night long.

“I’ll give you a year to stop.” Stella said in a sigh, unaware of the conflict going on in her friends mind and body. She just relished in the felling of being wanted and touched with care.

Her brain didn’t respond and the slim fingers cupped her breast and lifted them. Stella sighed deeper and relaxed more into the relaxing sensations.

There comes a time when cognitive thought stops and the body just takes over. Karney unknowingly crossed that line, as all of a sudden her hands were full of Stella’s soft breasts.

Somewhere deep in her mind it registered that the nipples responded favorably to the caress and captured them. She pulled and coaxing them into full extension. She felt the moan through her own breasts and in her hands. Before she knew it, she leaned down and kissed the woman in her arms.

Stella’s breath was coming fast and her mind swirled. She didn’t know when this went form a friendly shared shower, to something else, but she had to stop it. She refused to cheat on her marriage. She needed to stop, no matter how good it felt to be loved or desired again. Why was she kissing her friend back? Why did she taste so good? Why was she so wet? Why….

“Stop…! Please stop!” Stella gasped out on the verge of orgasm.

Karney saw the passion and the conflict in Stella’s eyes. “I’m so sorry; I don’t know what came over me.” She tried to apologize.

“No, please don’t be sorry, but we have to stop.” Stella looked quizzically at her own hands and they slid up and down Karney’s body, wanting to stroke and grasp.

Stella fought the urge to lean in and capture the swollen kadıkoy escort nipple in front of her. Her head swam with images and passion she’d forgotten she possessed.

“Are you sure you want to stop?” Karney asked, her flesh rising under Stella’s hands.

“Want to… I don’t know. Have to; yes!” Stella sighed and stepped away from her friend before she did something that would destroy any chance of them being friends or lovers again.

“Are you sure?” Karney asked again wanting to reach out and consume the woman in front of her.

“Yes.” Stella said simply and she placed a restraining hand in between Karney’s breasts. “If we did this, no matter how good it felt, it would destroy everything. I will not be a cheater.” She said with conviction.

“Why would this make you…?” Karney started to ask, but was stopped as Stella started speaking.

“If I cheat on Frank, and we ended up together, what would stop me from cheating on you or anyone else?” Stella asked with a confused look on her face. “I could never see you again, let alone be your friend. We have to stop, even if we don’t want too.” Stella looked at Karney’s breasts, afraid to see the rejection on her friends face.

Karney heard the ‘we end up together’ and hope flared inside of her. Stella did have feelings for her and then again, she also had a very valid point.

“Okay… I understand.” Karney reached out and hugged Stella one last time for now. “Let’s get dressed and I’m taking you out for a birthday lunch. It will be my treat.” She smiled down at Stella and playfully pinched her firm butt to get her moving.

Stella took a few deep breaths and after she got dressed smiled at her friend. “Are you ready?” She tried to ignore the damp twitching between her legs and Karney put her arm around her and escorted her out of the gym.

The rest of the afternoon went in a flash. Before she knew it, she was supposed to be going home to her surprise party.

She acted suitably shocked when her kids and their friends jumped out and yelled ‘Happy Birthday’. She even ignored the smell of wine and perfume, wafting off her husband, as he tried to act like the doting husband.

She thanked her kids and let them loose in the back yard with the understanding that no one underage was to leave unless they were accompanied by an adult.

The problem didn’t start until Stella tried to go to bed. She was just going to shut off her light when Frank came in and announced. “You ready for some great birthday sex? I am.” Frank said while rubbing his crotch.

She couldn’t stop herself. “What? Didn’t you get enough from your slut assistant? Wasn’t eight hours of fucking her in our cabin enough for you today?” She spat out bitterly.

The fight lasted until after midnight and with her going out and sleeping with the kids in the backyard, where she hoped the music was too loud for them to hear the fight and what it was about.

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The frost lasted two weeks, with his constant denials and her refusing to listen to them. Even the kids knew something was wrong. Stella was just getting off the phone with her publisher when they cornered her in her office.

All three of them, the twin sixteen year old boys, Brain and Ryan, and her fourteen year old daughter, Amy, asked at the same time.

“Are you and Dad getting a divorce?”

“Yeah and who is this Sheila bimbo I’ve been hearing about?” Amy added, pissed.

“What… how… when…” She sighed. “No, as far as I know, your father and I are not getting a divorce. I will never file for one.” She said with a slight emphasis on the word father. “And the only Sheila I know of is his office assistant. If she is a bimbo, has as of yet to be determined.” She said trying to not involve her children in her and Frank’s problems.

“Yeah right; if she’s his assistant, then why is she sending him beaver shots in his email?” Ryan asked aggitated.

“What…!” Stella lurched forward.

“Come on mom, we know you’re trying to protect us, but he’s like being totally obvious about it. He even has the nerve to bring the bitch to my….” Brian said alos venting his anger.

“Watch your mouth Brian. You know I’ll not allow that language in my house. When and where do you….” She stopped and rubbed her eyes. “Alright, quit ganging up on me. How long and what do you know? And, let’s do this one at a time!” She pinned them down with her mother’s stare. “You first Ryan!” She pointed at her son.

“Okay, I was working on the living room computer and found dads private email… well actually he forgot to sign out of it. Sooo, I did some snooping. The first email I got was from this ‘sheila6969’. It was a beaver shot as she was shaving it. I closed it down and really didn’t want to know about the porn my dad looks at.” He said trailing off.

“Yea, and then I find this other cell in his coat, when he had me get his clothes ready for the cleaners. It has only beylikduzu escort one name on it.” Amy paused for effect. “Sheila P.” She crossed her arms and motioned to Brian.

“Yeah and at my last soccer match when you were at that writer’s thing, he brought this blond with her tits almost hanging out of her top. Oh, they tried to act all innocent, but you could tell. They were sending out vibes a blind man could see.” Brian gave a shutter as his sister took over again.

“So, after the big fight on your birthday….. We all got together and compared notes. I’m sorry mom, but I overheard some of the fight, and well, I had to use the bathroom and you were kinda loud….” Amy said looking down.

“Yeah and it’s warmer at the north pole than it’s been at home lately, so we just, well you always tell us to be open and honest with you.” Ryan finished.

Stella sighed. “Yes, your father and I are having issues. No, I will not put you kids in the middle of our problems. This is the first and last time I will ever ask you information about this. No, it is against my beliefs to file for a divorce. When we married, I said ‘I do’ and all that implies.” She sighed again. “I’m sorry you have had to learn of this the way you have.”

“Why would have you hid it from us?” Brian asked irritated.

“I would have kept you from the problem as much as I could. It is my job to protect you and let you grow up in a stable household. No I will never lie to you, but still… this is private matter between your father and I.” She tried to reason with them.

“I’m sorry mom, but that’s a load of bullshit and you know it!” Ryan said but stopped when Amy put her hand on his arm.

“Stop it Ryan, at least one of our parents gives a shit about protecting us. It’s not mom’s fault dad is going through some stupid mid-life crisis. So, stop being a dick about it!” Ryan started to reply but again was stopped by his little sister.

“Look, Mom’s done everything she could. She gone to the gym three to five time a week and has kept in shape. She wears nice clothes and does everything a man should want. You said it yourself. Half your friends are green with envy for having such a hot mom… a MILF I think is what Robby Peterson called her. If I’m not mistaken that mean a ‘mother I’d like to fu…. Um have sex with.” She blushed at the look from her mother.

Stella blushed at the frank appraisal from her children. “That’s beside the point. I’m not going to cheat on your father, and I refuse to discuss our problems with you kids. Thank you for your concern.” She told them and meant it, as she tried to end the conversation.

“What happened mom?” Brian asked confused. “When did things get so bad?” He wanted to know why his world was crashing down around him.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’ll ever really know, but it happens to a lot of couples as they get older. I had hoped to beat the odds and if I can still save my marriage, I will. Don’t be too hard on your father, I’m sure in his mind, he has a very good reasons for what he’s done. Give him a chance.” She said forlornly.

“Okay mom, just remember that we care.” Amy said and started pushing her brothers out of the office.

“Well at least she won’t be lonely unless she wants to be. Half the guys I know would love to take her out.” One of the boys said as they walked down the hall.

“Guys are such pigs. I can seriously understand why there are so many gay girls. Who would want to put up with your shit all the time?” Amy said, startling Stella.

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Her mind was still in a fog as she went through her routine at the gym. “A penny for your thoughts.” Karney said, keeping her tone friendly and ignoring the quick flush and tingly feeling between her legs.

“I just found out my kids know all about her.” Stella said gripping the handle tighter as she tried to keep her focus.

“Oh, sorry. I know it sounds trite, but I know from experience, the wife is always the last to know. When you trust someone, it’s hard to believe they would betray that trust.” Karney said offering her water bottle again.

“I just don’t understand it. He bitched at me, about how flabby and fat I was getting, until I joined the gym. Then what does he do? He finds some chick with an ass as big as West Texas to fuck around with. Oh, sure her tits are a lot bigger than mine but still I didn’t think I look that shabby since I’ve firmed up.” She vented.

“Sweetheart you are a knockout. If you took time to look around, you would see and feel the eyes that follow you whenever you walk past. Most of the guys here would cream their jeans just to see you naked, let alone a chance to touch you. Hell, as we know from that shower, I’d love nothing more than to get to know you a whole lot better.” She smiled wistfully. “But you made a good point. So I, like the rest of your adoring fans, will suffer in silence.” She sighed and clasped her hands at her breasts.

Stella laughed at the batted eyelashes and the tone. “Like you’d have to wait for someone like me, I’ve seen them drooling after you too sister.” Stella was glad they got over the shower incident and were back to being friends. She also ignored the quick flashed of heat and tight nipples she felt in her friend’s presence.

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