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I flew down to Texas to attend the wedding of Amy, one of my co-workers who used to sing in a women’s choir with me. It was held in a little town called Keefer’s Bridge, about 200 miles west of Corpus Christi. The invite list was quite short – just family and close friends, about 30 people in total. The wedding took place in a little white clapboard Baptist church just off the main street, and then we had the reception at a community hall with a band that played 50’s crooner music and old rock and roll. There was also a lot of wine and a catered buffet.

I danced with everybody, including Amy’s cousin Sharon, who looks just like her, except that she wears glasses, is a little bit blonder and taller, and is probably about 10 years older, which would put her in her mid-40’s. She works in human resources for an insurance company in Bellingham.

Anyway, close family were invited to overnight at Amy’s parents’ house. Everyone else, including the bride and groom, went to this lovely old three-floor inn with hardwood floors and crystal chandeliers on the edge of town. Amy’s mother was so apologetic because she had mixed up the room reservations and Sharon and I had to share a queen-sized bed. “I could have sworn they said the Wexford Suite had two doubles,” she told us. “I would bring over a futon from our place, but Amy’s sister is using it. Are you sure you girls will be all right?”

I told her it would be just fine and Sharon agreed. We’d actually met at Sharon’s wedding in Seattle a couple of years earlier. “I hope you don’t mind I might have to get up and pee in the night,” Sharon said, putting her hand on my arm. “I had a lot of Merlot at the reception.” denizli escort I just laughed and told her I was looking forward to having her as my roomie.

When we got back to the inn, it was almost one am. Our bags were waiting for us in the room, which had Norman Rockwell prints on the wall and fresh tulips in a green vase. I opened my bag, found my nightclothes, and started changing right in front of Sharon, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. I’m not shy at all – I definitely enjoy taking off my clothes while another woman is watching me.

“Love that negligee, Frederika,” Sharon said. “Where did you pick it up?” I told her it was from my last trip to Italy. She came over and touched the fabric. “God, so silky – I haven’t bought anything like this since Marvin and I split up. Have you been dating a lot since the divorce? You must be getting a lot of attention from the guys when you dress up like this.” “Oh, I’ve been dating a lot,” I said. “But not so much attention from the guys.”

“Really? I don’t get it,” Sharon said, pulling off her dress and exposing her creamy white breasts, enclosed in a peach-colored bra. She took off her bra and panties, and as she turned toward her suitcase, I caught a nice glimpse of her cunt. Really thick, plump lips, and ragged, dark-pink inner labia that protruded visibly. For a second, I thought she was shaved, which I didn’t like, but I caught a glimpse of the light off her pubic hair, and just realized it was light blonde and wispy, and she’d done a little bit of trimming. Very, very nice. Sharon pulled on her knee-length pink cotton nightdress and we clambered into bed together. izmit escort

“I’m sorry – what were you saying before?” I said. My leg brushed against Sharon’s smooth calf. “Ooh, you’re chilly!”

“Oh geez, I’m sorry – I think it’s the hardwood floors.”

“Never mind, just leave it there – I’ll warm you up. Anyway…”

“Mmmmmm…I was saying if you’re not getting attention…are you seeing, you know, a special guy now?”

“Oh no. I’ve been sampling from the other side of the menu, and I am loving it.”

Sharon’s mouth opened. She pulled off her glasses and put them on the bedside table. “Oh. My. Fucking. God. Women? Are you serious, Frederika?”

“Extremely,” I said with a smile. Sharon’s leg nestled a little closer to mine.

There was a thud that sounded like furniture moving on the other side of the wall. We exchanged glances and shrugs and went on talking.

“Wow…I wish I was brave enough to do that. I don’t think it would go over so well with the family. But to be honest, I’ve always been extremely curious – bi-curious, I guess you say? – about the whole thing,” Sharon confided in a low voice.

“I started when I was a teenager,” I told her. “Kissing and playing show and tell with other girls during a sleepover in high school. I had sex with my art teacher, who was in her early 50’s, just before graduation.”

“Wow,” said Sharon. “I had no idea.”

A loud female groan suddenly came through the thin wall, and we became aware of the bed squeaking. My cunt clenched because I love listening in while people fuck.

“That’s got to be Amy and her husband,” I said with a wicked ankara escort smile. “I guess we’re not going to get much sleep tonight.” Sharon’s mouth was a round O.

“Fuck me, baby!” came Amy’s voice. “Fuck my little pussy! Fuck your little wife in her wedding dress.”

Involuntarily Sharon moved closer. “I know Amy played around when she was younger…you know with girls and stuff,” she said to me. “Did you and Amy ever…?”

I smiled back at her. “What do you think?”

The bed was thumping against the wall as Amy’s head slammed into it. “I want you to come in my pussy and then eat me out!” she screamed. “I want you to fuck the shit out of me on our wedding night! Don’t stop – pound up against my ass hard.”

I boldly took Sharon’s hand and leaned over to kiss her on the mouth. I tasted the wine on her lips. Sharon responded, moving close and putting her arms around me, grinding her thigh up against me.

“It was just like this with me and Amy – in a queen-sized bed in a hotel, way back in 1997,” I murmured in Sharon’s ear. “But this time, we get the additional pleasure of hearing your little cousin get fucked hard while I take your bi virginity.”

Caressing Sharon’s full tits as I unbuttoned her, I put my hand up her pink nightie. I sighed with satisfaction as I fondled her cunt lips, ran a finger down her seam, and smeared her wetness across my fingertips. Sharon reached around me and squeezed my ass cheeks with clear, unambiguous lust. The loud fucking continued next door.

Half an hour later, I lay back on the queen-sized bed with my Italian camisole pulled up and Sharon’s head bobbing up and down between my thighs, wishing I could let go with loud screams of pleasure to merge with Amy’s cries of “Ah, yeah! Fuckin’ lick me out!” from the next room. But we stayed quiet to keep Sharon’s secret – and at breakfast the next day, we just giggled and pretended the worst that had happened was a little snoring (by her, not me).

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Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of any characters to any persons, real or fictitious, is purely coincidental and unintentional.

Note 2: This work includes themes of a graphic sexual nature and involves person who, although entirely fictional, are all above the legal age of consent. This story is set in the slightly historical, but primarily imagined world of Ancient Rome, however, no offense is intended to any persons or cultures if I have mis-portrayed any historical, factual, or cultural aspects of the setting; the setting is used solely for its exotic and romantic attributes. If you find anything in this work objectionable or offensive, please move on to other content.

Note 3: This work is my own personal intellectual property. Copyright © 2017 Audrey07. All rights reserved.

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Chapter 2: The Arrival

The ship was loaded by sundown, but the captain had to wait until late in the night to shove off as the tides were unfavorable for the passage. Cassia had fallen asleep in her cabin, but was awakened by the shouts of the crew as they worked to get the vessel underway. Once the sails were raised and the ship was headed toward the mouth of the harbor, it fell silent again, save for the gentle lapping of the ripples against the hull, and the rhythmic slap of the oars as four dozen men pulled in perfect, practiced unison.

The soft sounds and the slightest rocking motion quickly lulled Cassia back into a half slumber. But when the ship passed the final jetty and slipped out into the open water, the seas and winds rose. The ship, pulled by it’s enormous, square sail, lurched and stalled into the opposing waves. Cassia was nearly knocked from her bunk when the ship’s prow free-fell off the back of a rolling breaker into a deep trough between the waves, and then lurched back upward again. Great plumes of frothy spray slapped the small porthole above her berth. Cassia, having never before been to sea, was terrified. She sat up and cried out.

Across the cabin, Athalia was cowering and looking green. But Ligeia, the Greek beauty, had been to sea many times, traveling with her former master all over the furthest reaches of the Empire. She giggled at Athalia, and then went to sit on the edge of Cassia’s berth. She ran her hand over Cassia’s back to sooth her and told her that this was all normal, they were going to be fine. It didn’t seem to be helping. Cassia was practically shaking with fear.

Finally, Cassia turned to Ligeia and held up her arms for an embrace. Ligeia folder her petite master to her bosom and gently caressed her head. Without speaking, Cassia lifted up Ligeia’s tunic and cupped her hand under her handmaiden’s breast. She then lowered her head and took the breast into her mouth. “Domina,” whispered the handmaiden, “This is not a good time. Everyone can hear everything on this ship.”

Cassia looked up at her handmaiden with frightened, pleading eyes. “Do just this for me,” she said, “It gives me comfort.”

“It is her way,” said Athalia, still cowering in the corner. “She kept her wet nurse until she was twelve.”

Ligeia sighed and laid Cassia down on her berth, then lay slightly above her, offering her breasts to the girl. Cassia resumed. She took the nipple into her mouth and lovingly stroked the side of the great, milky-white breast with the tips of her fingers. She pulled at the nipple with her lips and held it in place with her tongue, forming a strong suction. She began to nurse at the girl’s breast as if she were a child, though no milk flowed. Ligeia lovingly ran her fingers through Cassia’s hair. With each lurch and crash of the ship, Cassia suckled harder, and soon, she had wrapped her arms around the Greek handmaiden as if holding on for safety. But, after a while, they both relaxed and soon, both fell into a deep sleep.

They awoke a few hours later when the strong morning sun sent a blasting beam of daylight through the porthole. Athalia was up first, and she went to the porthole to see if she could spot land. Quickly she called to her mistress. “Domina! Come, you must see this!” she said, excitedly.

Ligeia and Cassia stirred. They were both still groggy and had to extract their limbs from around one another. Each stretched and moaned, their bodies stiff from sharing the same berth. With a protracted yawn, Cassia got up and went to the window. The motion of the ship had calmed considerably since the night, but still Cassia was somewhat unsteady on her feet. Ligeia had to catch her arm to keep her from tumbling sideways. Steadied, Cassia put her face to the porthole and squinted into the bright sunlight. Then, her jaw hung slack and her breath caught in her throat.

Looming high above them were the great, soaring cliffs of Capri. Seabirds circled and played on the updrafts only half-way up the side of the sheer rock face. Here and there, atop each impossibly high rock promontory, a tiny forest of a few trees and thick vegetation sprouted. Higher up, on the top of the denizli escort cliff, a line of dark green trees was broken by the stark white stucco walls of houses that seemed to be perched in the very sky. At the base of these cliffs, the water was a deep, turquoise blue. It was the most beautiful sight Cassia had ever seen.

The women crowded around the porthole and stared in awe and wonder as the island slipped past. Before long, they came to a low spot on the island toward the middle of its length. There, a small fishing village appeared to have been clawed out of the very rock of the island. There was a stone pile jetty, and the ship’s oarsmen pulled the ship into the flat, calm water of the protected harbor, and alongside the quay. There were a dozen other ships in port, and more arriving as each of the loyal senators made their way to the emperor’s retreat. The quay itself was overcrowded, with the crews of many ships trying to unload, passengers trying to disembark and servants desperately rushing to and fro. It was a writhing mass of shouting, shoving and chaos. And oppressive heat.

Emperor Tiberius’s sprawling palace, the Villa Jovi, was perched atop a series of high cliffs on the northeastern corner of the Island. Cassia’s father, the Senator, would be staying in the palace compound as a guest of the Emperor, but he had arranged for his daughter and her entourage to be secreted away at a villa he had rented in the small winemaking village of Anacapri on the other end of the island. If there was to be civil war and it went badly for Tiberius, those loyal to him would be at risk. The senator wanted to ensure that his family was hidden away from harm in secret.

Cassia and her handmaidens would be safe, but virtually imprisoned. They ruminated on this on the long coach ride up the steep road to Anacapri. So preoccupied were they by their dilemma that they failed to notice the incredible vistas as their coach wound up the climbing switchbacks that were, in some places, carved into the very face of the cliff. The views from hundreds of feet up were breathtaking. Below, the sea was impossibly blue and dotted with the stark white sails of the fishing fleet. Away to the East, Vesuvius towered over the mainland skyline. Meanwhile, every available slope was stepped with trellised vineyards.

This was the view that greeted them when they climbed out of the coach at the portico of the villa. The three women blinked in the bright light as they took in their surroundings. The villa itself was arranged in the Mediterranean style; a square building with a columned facia surrounded a central courtyard planted with fruiting trees, a central pond filled by a captured natural spring, and lined with sculptures and busts of the great emperors set on Doric pedestals. The house was two stories high and, as the women were ushered into the entryway, they were greeted by a vaulted great hall with an ornate fountain at its center under a skylight that let in a lone shaft of light. The walls were stucco and covered with frescos depicting the tales of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love.

The women were greeted by the staff of house servants and Cassia was shown to her chamber on the second floor. Servants brought her belongings along behind her. The Chamber was smaller than Cassia was used to. Her handmaidens would have sleep in the adjacent chamber. This bothered Cassia. She was not used to being left alone.

The head of the household staff entered Cassia’s chamber a few minutes later. She was a delicate looking woman of about mid-thirties; smallish and thin. Her hair was still dark, with no signs of gray, and she had large, dark, doe-like eyes and a sprinkling of freckles on her nose and cheeks. But there were laugh lines at the corners of her mouth and the beginnings of creases at by her eyes that betrayed her otherwise youthful appearance. Beyond her girlish visage, she had a generally child-like aspect to her appearance, yes she moved with an effortless grace and carried herself with confidence. When she spoke, it was with a clear, smooth voice that commanded attention. Just a few words let Cassia know that she was in charge here.

“Good afternoon and welcome. I am Gaia. Word has been sent to your father that you have arrived safely. I am the head of the house here and I have been asked to look after you and your servants during your stay. I, however, am not one of your servants.” Cassia listened with half interest as the woman explained the household schedule; when meals would be served, when they would be down for the night, when they would be awoken in the morning. Two rules caught Cassia’s attention: First, she would not be permitted to leave the compound without her male bodyguard, and second, that there would be no other men allowed in the household.

“Any questions?” asked Gaia, folding her arms.

“Wait,” said Cassia. “Why can’t I leave the house and grounds? I will not be held prisoner here.”

“First, that’s not what adana escort I said,” remarked Gaia, raising one eyebrow. “I said that you could not leave without your male bodyguard. If he is with you, you are free to go as far as the village. Second, I do not ask ‘why’ anything. You father has paid me to enforce his rules and that is good enough for me. And for you,” she finished, her face taking a hard expression as she said it. “If that is all, supper will be served in an hour.” Gaia turned and left without another word.

Cassia called her handmaidens to her chamber and then shut the door behind them. “I wish to change my clothes and I wish to have my hair redone,” she said to them flatly and then sat in a chair. Ligeia began sorting through her mistress’s bags and removing the clothes. She organized them neatly in the wardrobe. Meanwhile, Athalia unfastened Cassia’s long hair and began combing it out. “It appears that we are to be prisoners here,” said Cassia, pouting.

“These are dangerous times, Domina,” replied Ligeia. “Your father is concerned for your safety. If the tide of politics changes, it changes swiftly. In such times, the daughter of a Senator would be quite a prize for some evil scoundrel.” Cassia regarded her. Athalia had been her servant since Cassia was still quite small, and the two had grown up together practically as sisters. But Ligeia had only come to her service a few years ago. She was older than Cassia and had traveled throughout the empire with her former master, for whom she had served as a nanny for his children. But she had been sent away by her master’s wife after she caught the two together. Ligeia was buxom and lively with the pale skin and dark features that spoke of her Greek origins, and gave her an almost exotic look among her Roman family.

“You know so much of the world,” said Cassia, sighing. “I want to travel to the furthest reaches of the empire. I want to see the whole world. Like you Ligeia.” Cassia stood and allowed Ligeia to remove her robe and belted tunic. “Instead, I am stuck here, like a child. I will go out of my mind if I have to stay in this house all summer!”

Athalia was working Cassia’s hair into ropes of fresh, neat braids. “Domina, you should learn to trust me. Haven’t I always been able to find entertainments and diversions for us? Even with an armed contingent of soldiers, I have always come through for you. This house, with a single guard and a bunch of old women? Pfft. We will begin tonight. What will it be? Dancing? Theater? Bacchanalia?”

The three of them giggled at this last suggestion. If Cassia attended a Bacchanalia, her father would imprison her for real and would have her handmaidens hanged. She was to be married off to secure some powerful alliance, and that required her to be fully “intact.” “Oh, Athalia,” said Cassia. “I do trust you. But I’d be careful of that Gaia. She looks like someone to contend with.”

“Bacchanalia!” said Ligeia, setting them all laughing again. “Poor Cassia wouldn’t know what to do!”

“What!?” snapped Cassia, feigning offense. “I’m not some child!” With that she grabbed Ligeia’s breast and stroked it. “You’ve never complained that I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“Oh, no, Domina!” replied Ligeia. “But you’ve never been with a boy. It’s different.”

“I think I can figure it out,” said Cassia. “What is there to it? I am told that they have just one thing. You just have to squeeze that and tell him how big and strong he is, and he will do whatever you want.” The three of them laughed some more.

“Um…” Ligeia was unsure how to explain. “It’s not…” She paused. “It’s… It’s… well… they aren’t the same. They aren’t gentle and loving. And they don’t last very long.”

“Maybe you’re not doing it right,” chided Athalia. Like Cassia, she had never been with a man either. This made Ligeia blush deeply. The more she tried to explain, the more Cassia and Athalia teased her.

“I want you to show us,” said Cassia, finally. “I want you to bring us a boy and I want you to show us how different it is with a boy.”

“Domina,” said Ligeia with a reproachful tone. “It is forbidden. Your father…”

“Is at the palace, drinking wine and partying it up with all of the other senators, while I am stuck here to rot in misery like some… some priestess initiate at a temple of Diana. Athalia! You promised you could secure us some entertainments. So, I want you two to go find some boy and bring him back here tonight, so that I can see for myself why Ligeia thinks they are so different!” With that, she dismissed her handmaidens.

That evening, after their meal, Gaia had one of the household servants bring her a lute and she entertained the guests with a song. She was surprisingly skilled on the instrument and her voice was lilting and soothing. Cassia thought she was softening and began to hope that the rules might be more relaxed than Gaia had let on. But, when she was done, the domineering aspect returned and Gaia malatya escort marched everyone off to their chambers and made sure that all lights were out. Cassia resigned herself to a quiet night alone, without even the comfort of Athalia, the tall, pretty servant, for her bed. There would be no laying awake late into the night, telling stories and playing games. And there would be no curling up in the taller girl’s arms and drifting off to sleep.

Cassia did finally manage to fall asleep sometime after the moon had risen high in the night sky. But it seemed that, no sooner had sleep overtaken her, that she was startled awake by the sound of her chamber door creaking on its hinges. She was about to call out in terror and alarm when she heard Athalia whispering, “Shhh, Domina! It is us! Don’t raise the alarm.”

In the dark, Cassia could just make out the shadowy form of the tall, thin servant as she entered the chamber. Athalia then stopped and motioned to someone outside in the corridor. She watched as the fuller figured form of Ligeia shuffled in, pulling a third, larger, unfamiliar form by the arm after her. Athalia drew open the drapes and the room was instantly flooded with slivery moonlight. Cassia nearly screamed when she discovered, standing between her handmaidens, was a handsome young man, clearly swaying slightly with drunkenness, and smiling broadly in a near stupor.

“Your wish is my command,” said Athalia, grinning. “This is Stanis..”

“Janus,” the drunken boy corrected.

“SSHHH!” Athalia and Ligeia both shushed him simultaneously. Ligeia gave him a swat on the back of his head, causing him to cringe.

“Stanis…” she said, glaring at the boy, “shall be your entertainment.” Stanis reached out with his hand to greet Cassia, but Ligeia quickly smacked him again, making him wince. Without looking at him, Athalia said, “He will not touch the Domina. He is here to… perform… for Domina.”

Ligeia brought the chair over near to the bed. She stripped the boy and sat him forcefully in the chair. To Cassia, who had never seen a naked boy before, he was both fascinating and disgusting. The boy was thin, but sinewy with muscles, and Cassia guessed that he labored in the vinyards. His body was tan except for his loins, which glowed a pale white in the moonlight. In the center, was a wild tuft of dark hair from which a thin worm of flesh dangled.

Athalia joined Cassia in sitting on the bed. “Well, Stanis, let’s go. Do your… your thing.”

“He must be hardened, first,” insisted Ligeia. She stood over the boy who was starting to look confused. “Stanis, we want to see your cock get hard. Show the Domina what you promised us. That your cock rises like the sun in a great pillar of manhood. Come on. Show us your great pillar.”

The boy looked nervously from face to face, bewildred. “I… I thought…”

“What? You thought what?” asked Ligeia. She lifted her tunic over her head and dropped it on the floor. She posed, stretching her body and pushing out her full breasts. “Well, there will be no fucking any of us unless you show us that you are man enough.” She relaxed her pose and leaned toward him, caressing his cheek with the back of her hand. “What’s the matter, Stanis, do you not want my body?”

Cassia noticed the boy shift anxiously in the chair. She could see his cock moving and starting to increase in length and girth. “Oh!” She said. “I see something!” Even in the moonlight, they could see the boy’s face redden in embarrassment. Ligeia began to perform an erotic dance, swaying her hips and swinging them in a slow circle while her arms were lifted over her head. The whole time, she kept her eyes locked with the boy’s. Gradually, he began to relax. His cock became fully erect watching Ligeia.

At first, Cassia and Athalia didn’t notice, because they, too, had been captivated by Ligeia’s sexy dance. “There!” blurted Athalia, forgetting to whisper as she finally noticed the boy’s full, hard erection. She pointed to get Cassia’s attention. Ligeia smiled and straddled the boy’s knee, gyrating her hips back and forth, barely brushing her pussy over his skin. Instinctively, the boy reached for her, but she swatted his hands away forcefully. Instead, she leaned forward, placing her lips by his ear, and began to whisper instructions to him.

Cassia watched as the boy wrapped his fingers around his throbbing cock, and began to rub it up and down. She snuggled up to Athalia and embraced her as the two watched with a mixture of amusement and horror as the boy’s pace began to quicken. Ligeia continued to whisper into his ear even as she swayed her large, naked breasts just out of reach of his hungry lips. The boy stiffened suddenly. His body went rigid and his face twisted as if he were in great pain. A single grunt escaped his lips and then his cock spouted with a fountain of whit cum. It spurted several times and Cassia could hear the wet splatting sound as it hit the stone floor. Then, the boy went limp, breathing hard as if had just been running a long distance.

Cassia and Athalia clapped in appreciation, only to be shushed harshly by Ligeia. While the boy recovered, Ligeia took his tunic and mopped the floor where his cum had splattered. She then handed it to him saying, “Thank you, Stanis, that will be all.”

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It was two weeks into my freshman year and I was finally getting the hang of university life. The difference between university and high school was stunning, and it took a little getting used to. There was no one there to tell you what to do, when to get up, what to eat, when to go to class, or whom you could associate with. Almost immediately I discovered that if I let things slide for some days, I shouldn’t fall behind in my studies. So it seemed as if I could spend most of my life in exploring the big city and making new friends. My roommate was another matter!

Her name was Roula, and although she seemed nice enough, when ever I was around, all she would be doing was listening to the stereo or watching the soaps on television! She had another habit that I found not annoying! Even though the girl had a closet full of expensive clothing, she always lolled around the apartment either naked, or with just a pair of bikini panties. It was difficult to make conversation with her when she standing there in her birthday suit. It wasn’t that she had an ugly body, far from it, although she was a little on the thin side, Roula had cute perky boobs with up turned pink nipples that always seemed to be hard, a flat tummy, tight little bottom, and slender legs. She was only about five feet tall and I guessed about one hundred pounds, but all in all a very sexy looking girl. Of course I had a two years experience in sex with another girl but it was still hard for me to do the beginning. I must admit that I liked to stroke myself thinking of Roula naked but I was waiting for her to do the first step…

It was late on a Friday evening and I was coming in from a long night in a pub when Roula asked: “Do you spend every waking moment here and there?”

“I have to,” I replied, “I can’t afford to waste my time here doing nothing!”

Roula hopped up off the bed and went to the refrigerator to get a can of Coke, she popped open the can right in my face as she walked past me, giving her naked ass a little shake iskenderun escort as she plopped down back on the bed with her legs splayed wide open! I could feel the hot wave rising up my neck and cheeks. I couldn’t turn my eyes away from the overt display Roula was giving me!

“I’m going to take a shower,” I stammered, “do you need to use the bath room before I go in?”

“Naw,” Roula shot back between sips of her diet Coke, “go ahead, I’m fine.”

“Is this the first step?” I wondered. “Will she finally try to seduce me? Well… let’s play!” I had already decided to leave the bathroom door not only unlocked but also slightly open.

It had been a long day, and the hot needles of water cascading against my skin relaxed my aching muscles.

“Mmmmmm,” I sighed, “where are you baby?”, while running my soapy hands over my big breasts, causing my nipples to stiffen and stand up like little erection.

It hadn’t been a long time since my last orgasm, but my mind was more on my breasts than the door that was silently sliding open and letting Roula slip quietly in behind me.

“Ohhhhh, you have a beautiful body,” Roula whispered, as she slid her hands around my waist while cupping my breasts from the rear!

“What are you doing in hear?” I stammered, playing my role, while pushing the little brunette’s hands away and turning to face her tormentor.

“Oh, relax,” Roula said in a soothing voice, “I ‘ve always wondered what these looked like and I must say that I’m very impressed”, as she reached out my hard nipples.

“Stop that,” I said (trying to be angry) while knocking Roula’s hands away one more time, “I’m not a gay”.

“Neither am I,” Roula replied, “but there’s nothing that says we can’t have a little fun now and then is there.”

I was stunned into silence when Roula did just what I was waiting for! She reached down and stuck a finger inside of my wet vagina!

“What have we here?” Roula crowed, “I think our denizli escort little miss goody two shoes has a hot little pussy!”

“Roula,” I stammered, “stop that this instant, it’s wrong, we can’t… ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… please stop it right now!”

My mouth was saying no, but my body was saying yes, and it writhed around as Roula drove her finger in and out of my tight hungry pussy!

“Vicky,” Roula asked, “doesn’t that feel nice in your pussy?”

“Yes,” I panted, “but isn’t it wrong?”

“How can anything that feels so good be wrong?” asked Roula innocently, while at the same time fingering me.

“I don’t know,” I replied, “I think that it just is.”

“Hmmmm, I wonder if this is wrong too” Roula said just before taking one of my erect nipple into her mouth.

“Mmmm,” I moaned pressing her head on my breast, “that feels wonderful… oh my… suck it harder, please, suck it harder!”

“So, you like that, huh?” Roula whispered, “do you want me to make you cum, honey?”

“Oh, yes!” I hissed through clenched teeth, “do me babe… oh yes… finger me… yes… just like that, babe… do it harder… don’t stop… ohh… ohhhh… I ‘m so…”

Roula jammed her finger in and out of my now bucking pussy as my orgasm ripped through my wildly contracting flower. When I was totally spent, I leaned against the shower wall to keep from collapsing on my wobbly legs! Roula then took me by the arm and led me out of the stall and over to her bed where she sat me down and began drying me off!

There was a glazed look in my eyes, and I offered no resistance when Roula laid me back on the bed, climbed between my open thighs, and gently began tonguing my very aroused clit.

Lifting her head from the sweet little snatch, Roula asked: “Have you ever had you pussy eaten before?”

“No,” I whispered back a new lie, “never!”

Taking her tongue and running it up and down my crack, Roula finally concentrated on the little adana escort bud of a clitoris that was sticking out between the folds of my pussy lips and that brought a long low moan from my mouth, because whenever I am getting my clit licked it feels better than anything I have ever experienced!

“You’re getting close again, aren’t you?” Roula asked sweetly between licks.

“Oh, don’t stop!” I panted, “please don’t stop!”

“I won’t,” Roula whispered, “but you have to do something for me!”

“Oh, my God!” I moaned, “what ever you want, just don’t stop, lick me to the end”

“Well,” Roula replied softly, “would you mind to much if I put my pussy over your mouth?”

“No, go ahead, but keep sucking me, I’m so close!” I begged.

Quick as a cat, Roula scooted up onto the bed and lowered her dripping lips on to my mouth.

“Okay, baby,” she said, “you take care of Roula, and Roula will take care of you”.

I was completely happy because everything went accord to my dreams and having Roula’s pussy in my mouth was actually very arousing!

“Mmmmmm!” I hummed into the steaming organ, as Roula shifted her weight around so as to get the maximum pleasure from her cunt lapping. When she was sure that everything was lined up just right, she leaned over and took my pussy back into her mouth and began tonguing the hard little clit one more time.

From then we licked and sucked each other until both of our pussies were flushed and ready to climax into each other’s mouth. I groaned into Roula’s steamy flower as my own cunt contracted, wringing the blood out of my engorged organ. Roula’s pussy, feeling the vibration of my groan, lurched hard several times, sending Roula over the edge and crashing on the rocks of compete sexual satisfaction.

“Vicky baby,” said Roula a little later, “you have a rare talent on making a woman feel good!”

I laughed and Roula continued: “You gave me the best lick I ‘d ever had!”

I smiled but didn’t say nothing except: “Let me practice my talent once again honey and tomorrow I’ll tell you more about this talent!”

When I lowered again my head on her still hot pussy she was still wondering what the damn my last words were meaning but she forgot everything when my middle finger started to stroke her ass hole…

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Author’s Note: To fully enjoy this story, you should read chapters 1-3. But to understand it at all, you must read the immediately preceding chapter.

“Marni, Sarah, please take off your clothes. All of them.”

Miranda just sat there and looked at us as if she had simply requested that we do her a slight favor and leave our shoes at the door or something; not given us an order to disrobe completely in front of her and her personal assistant.

I could see the shocked look on Marni’s face, but the order didn’t surprise me at all. I was expecting it. I’d even trimmed my pubic hair for just such an eventuality. But right now, I had a more pressing need.

“Miranda . . . Ms Steele,” I said tentatively. “Before we go on, would it be all right if I went to the bathroom? I’ve needed to go really badly ever since we landed at the airport.”

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew I’d made a mistake. Now Miranda had something else that she could use to manipulate me. I cursed under my breath at how stupid I’d been to let her know.

“I’m sorry, dear. This really won’t take very long. I’m sure you won’t mind waiting just a bit more, as we’re almost finished for the night.” She might have just as well said, “Hell, no,” because that’s exactly what I knew she meant.

Then Marni spoke up. “What about Rachel? I guess we have to do this shit for you, but is it necessary for her to see us naked, too?” I was really proud of her asserting herself like that.

“Oh, my,” Miranda mocked again. “I see what you mean, dear. That would be uncomfortable for you. Let’s see what we can do about that.” Then she looked down at her personal assistant and said, “Rachel, please take off your clothes. I think that might make Sarah and Marni feel a little less inhibited.”

And without the least bit of hesitation, Rachel stood and began to shed her clothes. Soon the lovely green silk suit was lying in a pool at her feet. I couldn’t help but admire her lithe figure, as she stood there in nothing but her light green cami, matching silk thong and thigh high stockings.

In just another moment, she slipped the camisole over her head, revealing her pert breasts and rock hard nipples. As she slipped the tiny thong over her hips, lowered it and stepped out, I couldn’t help but notice a large wet spot that seemed to indicate Rachel’s keen interest in this interview process.

I also couldn’t help but notice that her mound was cleanly shaven and quite delicious looking. I heard Marni whimper softly, apparently at the realization that she and I would be the next to shed our clothes.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were our breathing and the hum of a far-off ventilation fan. Then Miranda broke the silence. “Rachel, please leave your lovely stockings on. I don’t think Marni and Sarah will mind, will you girls?”

I didn’t feel the need to even answer, as Rachel returned to her spot at Miranda’s feet, apparently not at all fazed by her lack of clothing. Miranda reached down and stroked her hair a few more times, then looked up wordlessly at Marni and me. And we knew it was now our turn.

I decided I might as well make the first move, since my jeans and panties were already down around my knees, and I hoped I could also offer a little encouragement to Marni. So I lifted my wool turtleneck sweater over my head, exposing the new light blue bra I had worn especially for this moment. After wrestling the sweater over my head, I looked down and noticed that one of my nipples had poked its way out of the low-cut bra. And it was hard, very hard.

I saw Marni follow my lead and begin to unbutton her blouse, slowly at first, then faster, as she apparently decided to get it over as soon as possible. Off came the blouse and soon her denim miniskirt. Then she paused, apparently waiting for me to slip out of my tight jeans so we could do the rest together.

It took me a little longer because I had to sit down on the floor to remove my boots before the jeans could come all the way off, and I could feel Miranda’s eyes on me as I struggled to free my feet from the boots. Finally, they were off—both the boots and the jeans, and I looked up to see where Marni was in her part of this little striptease.

“What lovely boots, Sarah.” It was Miranda, of course. “Did you wear them just for me, dear?” My face flushed crimson, but I said nothing, refusing to acknowledge that I had done just that. For some strange reason, I felt the need to pull my panties back up, I suppose so I could take them off again with Marni.

Now came the hard part. Almost in unison, Marni and I reached around to unclasp our bras and let them fall to the floor. The hard part wasn’t standing there topless, exactly. It was standing there topless with nipples that were hard as rocks, betraying our arousal.

Finally our panties joined the bras with the rest of the clothes on the floor, and Marni and I stood totally naked in denizli escort front of Miranda Steel and her very personal assistant. Just as I was wondering what would happen next, I found out.

“Sarah, dear, since you were so thoughtful to wear those boots for me, would you please put them back on so we can complete tonight’s assignment.”

I just looked at her for a moment, trying to read what was going on behind those dark eyes, but her expression never changed. Miranda simply sat there quite still, one leg crossed over the other, stroking Rachel’s hair like she was some kind of a pet. And I guess she actually was.

In fact, it occurred to me that Marni and I were her pets, too, but we just hadn’t been “tamed” quite yet. Perhaps that’s what this was all about.

Giving up trying to decipher Miranda’s expression, I sat down on the floor and began to pull the boots on. I found it quite difficult to do without spreading my legs in a most unladylike fashion, particularly given my state of total undress.

I stood back up, noticing that the three inch heels of the boots made me nearly as tall as Marni, who was standing there in her bare feet. In fact, she was standing there in her bare everything, looking quite lovely. Miranda and Rachel seemed to join me in admiration for Marni’s voluptuous figure, her magnificent breasts so full and round, all the way down to the little auburn colored landing strip that adorned her mound.

As for me, I was trying my best to come across as asexual as possible, just to spite Miranda, who was obviously getting some sick kind of sexual thrill out of this whole thing. But it was hard not to feel sexy, to look sexy, in my black leather boots with the three inch heels, as they made my leg muscles taught and my ass jut out suggestively.

We both stood before Miranda, neither of us quite knowing what to do with our hands. Should we try to cover ourselves? Or should we try to be nonchalant as possible so Miranda wouldn’t get the satisfaction of making us so uncomfortable?

But Miranda just looked us up and down for the longest time, seemingly trying to memorize every curve, every detail of our bodies. And her only reaction was the twitching of her leg as it dangled there, crossed over the other one at the knee.

Then, to my utter surprise, Miranda leaned over and whispered to Rachel, “You may kiss me now.” And with that, Rachel got to her knees and moved close to Miranda, offering herself to her employer. Their mouths met and they kissed for a long time, with eyes closed and hands lightly caressing each other.

If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought there was real affection between the two of them. But I knew Miranda and felt confident any affection was totally one-sided. One thing about it, though. It did appear that Marni’s and my reluctant performance had succeeded in arousing Miranda Steele.

In a few moments, Miranda broke the kiss and turned back to Marni and me, still standing there naked in front of her chair. We’ll, I wasn’t quite naked, I did have my boots on. But, in some way, they made me feel even more exposed, as if I were truly putting on some kinky show.

Miranda looked us up and down again with those piercing dark eyes, and proclaimed, “I like all my girls to be shaved. I want to see bare little cunts on my girls, like Rachel here.”

Rachel blushed a little as Miranda pointed at her sex, then ran her hand slowly over her assistant’s bare mound.

This little display seemed to touch a nerve in Marni. “We’re not your girls,” Marni exclaimed. “Rachel may be, but Sarah and I aren’t!”

Miranda fixed her eyes on Marni, never removing her hand from Rachel’s smooth mound. She continued to caress her as she shot back at my angry friend, “My dear Marni. You have been my girl ever since you cashed my check, and ever since you reported to me about Sarah.” I could tell Marni was getting the message.

“Of course, I don’t need to remind Sarah. She already knows she’s my girl.” Miranda’s voice was syrupy. “She’s been my girl since the first time she fucked herself on my boot. Isn’t that right, Sarah?”

I simply nodded my head, not daring to meet Marni’s gaze. But I began to see that Rachel and I might have more in common than I’d originally thought.

“Now, as I was saying before Marni interrupted me,” Miranda continued. “I like my girls to have bare little cunts. And since it is clear that the two of you do not, we’re going to have to fix that.”

She motioned to a cabinet over in the corner of the room. “Rachel, the things you will need are in that second drawer. I want you to make Sarah and Marni look pretty like you.”

“But . . . but,” Marni was a bit more subdued this time, but she still seemed to want to argue the point. I, on the other hand, decided not to waste my breath. “Couldn’t we just do that, shave ourselves, tonight when we shower?” Marni offered once more.

“Oh, adana escort no, dear. If you did that, you’d be depriving Rachel of the pleasure of helping you and me of the pleasure of watching. You wouldn’t want that would you?”

Simple translation: Hell no.

Marni shrugged her shoulders and let out a long sigh as Rachel began pulling her “equipment” from the second drawer of the cabinet. First came a medium-sized, round basin, followed by what looked like a coffee mug with a wooden handle sticking out of the top. Next, she added a container of talcum powder and some towels. Finally, there was a stainless steel handle with a leather strap dangling from the end. The light gleamed off it as Rachel laid it on a tray with the other things.

Rachel carried the tray over to the shower area to a sink and began running warm water into the basin. When it was nearly full, she allowed just a little to drip into the bottom of the mug. Then she came back over to join Marni and me in front of Miranda.

Rachel stopped first in front of Marni. I don’t know if it was because of some prearranged order that Miranda had established, or because there was less work to be done on her. After all, Marni was already nearly bare, except for the little dark red landing strip atop her mound. I, on the other hand, while neatly trimmed, had a lot more to deal with.

Rachel glanced up at Miranda, who gave a single nod of her head. That was enough for Rachel, and the shaving was about to begin.

I watched Marni, as she fixed her eyes on Rachel. She watched as Rachel took one of the towels from the tray and dipped it in the basin to get it good and wet. Then, she carefully wrung it out and reached up and applied it to Marni’s mound. Marni jumped a little when the warm towel touched her sensitive area and gave out a little sigh at the sensation.

I jumped a little, also, at the thought of Rachel touching Marni there, and of her undoubtedly touching me in the same place in a few moments. I could feel myself getting moist again and just hoped that my juices would not escape my wet folds and start trickling down the insides of my thighs.

“Would you hold this in place for a moment, please?” Rachel asked Marni, referring to the warm, wet towel that now covered her mound. Without a word, Marni reached down and held it in place, while Rachel took the wooden handle and began stirring what I now could identify as a shaving brush, around in the mug.

When she seemed to be satisfied with the results of her mixing, she knelt in front of Marni and removed the towel. By this time, the little red landing strip was all moist and matted, and apparently ready to be shaved.

Rachel gave the brush one last stir, then began applying the white foamy soap to Marni’s mound, covering the entire area as she moved the brush in circular motions. I saw Marni close her eyes and begin nibbling on her lower lip.

Rachel seemed to be spending an inordinate amount of time stroking Marni with the soft, soapy bristles, despite the fact that there was hardly any hair to shave. Probably unconsciously, Marni shifted her weight a little and took one step to the side with her right foot, opening herself to Rachel’s touch.

Encouraged, Rachel began applying the soap to the creases on either side of Marni’s labia, right where her legs meet her luscious sex. I could see Marni’s nipples harden under Rachel’s apparently expert touch. By this time, Marni’s full lips were slightly parted and her neck and chest beginning to flush.

I knew mine probably looked the same way, and I suddenly realized that my hand had unconsciously drifted to my own mound and I was touching myself lightly. Embarrassed, I looked at Miranda, and sure enough, she was watching me. I quickly thrust my hands behind my back and did my best to fight my growing arousal.

If Marni was fighting, she was losing the battle, as Rachel ended the application of the shaving soap by running the soft bristles along the length of her wet slit, all the way from her anus to her clitoris. And by the time the brush reached the top, Marni was sort of lowering herself, seemingly to press against it.

But then Rachel was through with the brush and she returned it to the mug and reached for the silver handle there on the tray. Of course, it was a straight razor, and the sharp blade gleamed in the bright light as she straightened it out and prepared to apply it to Marni’s mound.

At the first touch, I found myself instinctively flinching, as I thought about the sharp steel coming into close contact with such tender flesh. As she began to shave my now obviously enflamed roommate, Rachel used her free hand to stretch Marni’s skin tight, to allow the razor to shave as close and smoothly as possible.

With each stroke of the razor, I heard Marni gasp softly, not in pain, but as if she was enjoying a very erotic experience. I know that it was one of the most erotic eskişehir escort things I had ever seen—beautiful naked Rachel, nipples hard and erect, kneeling before my equally gorgeous roommate, face not 12 inches from Marni’s sex, gently shaving her mound with the gleaming razor.

As I looked a little closer, I could see that occasionally Rachel’s thumb would brush across Marni’s swollen clit as she stretched the skin of her mound tight. By the time Rachel had finished her task, Marni was gently rocking her hips, as if trying to stimulate herself on some unseen object.

The little landing strip now gone, Rachel rinsed out the towel, wrung the excess water out and began to remove the vestiges of hair and shaving soap from Marni’s now bare mound. Once again, the washing and wiping looked a lot more like sexual stimulation than hygiene. And the slow, sensuous movement of Marni’s hips attested that it felt the same way.

Rachel then took another towel and dried Marni’s freshly-shaven mound before finally shaking some talcum powder onto her hand and rubbing it all over the tender skin. I could see Marni’s hips move as Rachel touched her with the powder, desperate to create contact with her enflamed clit.

But now Rachel was through with Marni, and my friend was left in an obvious state of arousal, as Miranda’s assistant moved over in front of me. Once again kneeling, her head just inches from my sex, Rachel must have been aware of how turned on I had become. I could smell the aroma of my arousal quite clearly, and I knew the scent had to be nearly overpowering from her vantage point. She was so close I could feel her breath on my moist lips.

And it seemed the more aroused I became, the more urgently I needed to go to the bathroom. But I bit my lip and hoped that the process would be quick and we would be done for the night. Based on Marni’s experience, however, the shaving did not appear to be at all quick.

The feel of the warm towel on my mound brought my thoughts back to the moment, and I moaned softly at the erotic sensation. Then, as with Marni, Rachel asked me to hold the towel in place as she prepared the shaving soap.

In just a moment, she was stroking me lightly with the brush, making those exquisite little circles on my mound, bathing my coarse dark hair in the white foam. My already erect clit hardened further at Rachel’s sensuous touch. I had to close my eyes, feeling that if I actually could see what she was doing, I would cum right on the spot.

She soaped me with the brush for what seemed like an hour, lingering seductively along my puffy lips and at the top of my opening, where the gentle bristles played over my sensitive clit. But it was when she made that final stroke of the brush, from my anus all the way up to the little pearl, that I felt that tingling deep in my belly that warned of an impending orgasm.

I closed my eyes tighter and bit hard on my lip, tasting a bit of blood. I hoped the pain would distract me from the delicious sensations between my legs. I knew if I came, the odds were good that I would lose complete control and embarrass myself fully and utterly.

Then it was time for the razor. But it wasn’t so much the feel of the razor gliding over my tender mound. It was the feel of Rachel’s soft hands as she stretched my skin this way and that to allow her to shave closely. Each time she stretched my skin, it created this intense pressure on my hard clit, as the skin around it was stretched tight, as well.

The only sensation I could relate it to came from my brief affair with Phil Smith. His cock was quite wide, and when he pressed it into my rather small opening, it stretched the skin tight over my little pearl, making it ultra sensitive to each of his thrusts.

This sensation was exactly what I was experiencing with Rachel at that moment. And with each stroke of the razor, I could feel the thrusting of Phil’s big cock. Over. And over. And over. Until it was just unbearable.

The tingle in my belly had turned into a pulsing. The feeling was beginning to radiate out from my core to every extremity. My arms went stiff, and my legs followed. My breaths were coming in short bursts. I was literally panting and doing my best to hump Rachel’s hand as she quickly finished shaving me.

“Oh fuck! Fucccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.”

And I stabbed three fingers deep in my throbbing cunt and just held them there, the heel of my hand pressed hard against my now-shaven mound as I came with a fury that I had never experienced before. My legs buckled and I collapsed to my knees, fingers still buried deep inside.

Then I felt the warm liquid begin to flow from me, mixing with my cum, the shaving cream and making a large puddle on the floor beneath me. It was as if every muscle in my body had gone slack. I simply emptied myself right there in front of Miranda, Marni and Rachel.

Empty of energy. Of self respect. Of shame. Totally empty.

******
I hardly remember going to bed that night. I assume Rachel and Marni, and perhaps even Simon, helped me to the room Miranda had assigned to me and tucked me into bed. I awoke the next morning feeling as if I’d been drugged, looking groggily around the room trying to figure out where I was.

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Prologue

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There it stood, mocking her, the book Madalena had promised herself to be finished reading within a month. Now the self-imposed deadline was one week away, and only twenty pages of the book had been turned thus far. But tonight would be the night. She’d taken her pyjama from the small drawer of the room her college was willing to give its students, put it on, and decided to have a calm night in.

Her phone buzzed once as soon as she got to the third paragraph of page twenty-one.

What do those idiots want now? She thought. Whatever it was that her group project members wanted to find out on a Sunday at 11 PM could wait for the following morning when her patience and caffeine levels were at a much higher level.

The chapter was ending, dreary to no end, when her phone hummed again. And then again. For a few seconds it seemed to never miss a beat, whirring into life until it was almost permanently buzzing. She picked it up, keeping her finger on the page she was at, determined to inconvenience herself into reading more.

Just as the noise it had made indicated, it was a WhatsApp conversation icon that popped up. As she clicked on the familiar green icon, Madalena was a little surprised when she saw this conversation did not have a group name. In fact, it was made up exclusively of numbers that were not on her contact list.

Frowning at this, she opened the app. The first message was a picture of a semi erect penis. What followed this up, however, were lines of conversation she really had not expected.

\ Oh my God, a dick. I’m so horny for you. NOT! /

\ Uh, Kyle, buddy, dumbass, did you add someone else to this? /

\ Holy shit, how many numbers are on this??? /

\ LOL! There are 6 numbers here! Who wants to bet that he wanted to send 5 girls his junk?……. /

\ Wow! xD He accidentally created a group convo! That is fucking incredible… xD /

\ Seriously? /

Judging the situation as interesting enough to warrant replacing her finger on the book with an actual bookmark, Madalena gave the text thread her full attention, laughing until her sides hurt.

Excitedly, she typed her own message and hit send.

\ Just arrived at this beautiful mess… Hi, other ladies, nice to meet you! 🙂 How did you guys come to meet the owner of this downsized prick (pun intended)? /

It was rather silly of Madalena, but it amused her.

\ Bad life choices, honey. It can only have been bad life choices… /

\ I think Kyle was the one who made a real bad, bad life choice, girls xD /

\ Damn right! /

\ I actually attend the same lecture as him. /

\ Ew… That sucks. /

\ On the contrary, I’m making sure he doesn’t get laid with ANYONE in that class! /

\ Oh, hell yeah, girl! 😉 /

\ Payback’s a bitch! And so are we, Kyle! Ahahahah /

There was a notification from the app at that moment. Kyle had apparently assessed the gravity of his mistake and bailed on them, removing himself from the conversation entirely.

\ COWARD!!! / Madalena wrote out of pettiness, despite the fact that he obviously couldn’t see her reaction anymore.

\ YOU GIANT PUSSY! / Someone else sent at the exact same time, making Madalena chuckle in her silent bedroom.

\ I don’t think he’s getting one of those anytime soon… /

\ Damn straight! /

\ It’s a shame, I had a nice round of insults lined up, and now I don’t get to use them. /

\ NO! I wanna hear them! /

\ Fuck yeah, me too! /

\ Me too, damnit! -.-‘ /

\ Some of them need a graphical reaction, hang on… /

The next message was a picture of a blonde girl, holding a very rough looking pepper shaker, with the caption “things I would rather put up my pussy than Kyle’s dick”.

This was much too amusing for the group of five women, who began one by one to try to one-up each another with household items that had no place anywhere near a vagina and the same caption. The original blonde girl reappeared at a certain point with a porcelain duck and was declared the winner.

\ Hang on, I figured you were all posting stock pictures from online, are we all using actual pictures of us? / Madalena asked the group.

When all of them confirmed they were in fact searching around their houses and taking selfies to send to the group chat, Madalena looked at the other girls’ photos with renewed interest.

\ Why did you ask, though? / One of them sent.

\ Cause you’re all too damn gorgeous, that’s all… / She typed back, blushing a little after hitting send.

God bless women. Madalena thought as the responses to her statement rolled in. She was instantaneously called a hottie in a myriad of different ways. It also marked the beginnings of another game of one-upmanship as they went increasingly over-the-top to sweettalk one another.

Once more there was a clear winner when someone else other than the denizli escort blonde woman took the opportunity to write to another one how she’d tie her to a bed pole and have her way with her till the bed broke.

\ *wolf whistles* /

\ You sure you’re not a dude? /

\ Hey, no need to insult, just admit I won… /

They all agreed that the woman with the hot message was the winner of that particular bout.

\ Thank you, thank you! /

Somehow it felt a little sad to be leaving these funny and cool people behind. Taking sudden inspiration, Madalena wrote out her proposal.

\ I don’t know about you girls, but would you want to meet up for dinner one of these days? Just to really rub it in that Kyle dropped the ball massively on this… / She joked.

\ Girl, I stopped listening after the “rub it in” part… Let’s go! /

Everyone else seemed equally excited about it and agreed, as they set about choosing a place to go.

Madalena’s book lay by her side, forgotten. Probably for quite a while. In her defence it was not a regular occurrence to have something like this happen to her.

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The Dinner

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A cacophony of sound greeted Naomi as she entered the Irish pub at the corner of the street, two blocks away from where she lived. She made her way past the large number of boozy tourists at the bar and walked up a narrow staircase in the middle of the place, towards the group tables at the top.

A couple of televisions were showing two rugby teams going at each other, though they were on silent, fortunately. Looking around, Naomi could swear she was looking straight at the girl who had taken the selfie with her computer mouse during their competition the previous night.

With less than confident steps, Naomi approached the bench and saw the two women there look up at her and smile. One was a small, brown-haired woman with large round wired glasses, who seemed to be packing a few extra pounds, as Naomi’s mother would say. To this Naomi would reply with “in some nice places”, as was the case this time.

‘Hello, welcome to our corner of the woods.’ The girl greeted.

‘We can offer nothing other than boring conversation.’ The other woman interjected. She had big brown eyes, puffy lips and a dark-skinned complexion. Not to mention some ridiculous geometrically circular breasts that, no doubt, had played a part in being one of the addressees of the dick pic from the previous night.

‘Then I have come to the right place.’ Naomi smiled and sat down.

She had to do so on the opposite end of the table from where the other two women sat, as they were very closely seated together on their own bench of the rectangular table. Soon it became clear why that was.

Both were apparently taking the same class in college and had never talked to each other before, only noticing the other from a distance. Now it appeared they had taken an instant liking in the short while they had been there before Naomi arrived, and were keenly discussing plans to join up for one of the group projects that lay ahead.

They got Naomi up to speed on their most recent topic of conversation. They were discussing the worst professors they had gotten during their seven months of college experience so far. The girl with the round glasses was laying out her own candidate.

‘We arrive to present an end of semester project and the professor laughs at us and goes: “My, my, I don’t think I’d ever even seen all members of this group together at one of my lectures before…”‘

‘Fuck…’ The dark-skinned girl shook her head, half-amused, half-shocked.

‘And then, after everything was done he said he was going to leave the room and for us to write down on the board what grade we, as a group, felt that each member deserved before he got back…’

‘Evil fucker!’

‘I think she’s the winner.’ Naomi stated, the other woman agreeing.

Truth was, Naomi felt a little bit like a fish out of water with the company of the two women that clearly had gotten into a groove of conversation before her arrival. So, when another girl started to head to their table, she was just a little relieved.

‘Ladies, is this the right table for the meeting of the unfortunate sightseers of awful dicks?’

‘Aren’t all women?’ Naomi asked, drawing laughs from the others.

‘I have come to the right place, then…’

‘Ah-ah, not so fast!’ The girl with the big brown eyes stopped her, clearly the most outgoing of the pair that arrived first. ‘Password?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Show her the picture of the disappointing dick from our convo.’ Her friend replied. ‘She made me do it when I arrived, though she forgot to do it with her…’ She pointed to Naomi.

‘I knew I’d forgotten something when you arrived!’

‘Fine, fine…’ The newcomer smirked and produced the picture from her phone.

Welcoming her properly as eskişehir escort she sat down to Naomi’s right, the other two women inevitably started to go into a conversation of their own. It wasn’t that they were rude, it was merely how well they had begun to get along from their short interaction.

‘I feel a little old, all of a sudden…’ The new girl told Naomi.

‘I’m pretty sure they’re of age.’ Naomi said, with an understanding smile.

Contrary to the other two women, this girl appeared to be closer to her mid-twenties rather than her teens. Her more adult face was thin, with prominent cheekbones and her hair was a short silver bundle on top of her head. At her neck was a choker made up of a few bits of plastic resembling blood drops, which she found to be cool.

‘I know, but sometimes you just feel your extra couple of years, you know? With these younglings…’

‘With that you are calling me old as well, is it?’

‘I know the face of someone who’s just fucking with me when I see it!’ She replied, understanding her bluff.

‘Peeps, good looking girl climbing up the stairs,’ The girl with glasses nudged them. ‘is that our fifth member?’

///////////////

Late, late, late, late, late… Hailey thought, climbing the stairs two by two. As usual. Came the snarky reply of her subconscious, which instantly received machine gun fire up its ass, since she was in no mood for its bullshit.

As it turned out, recognizing which table was hers proved to be a rather easy task, as there was no mistaking the table of four women staring her way with anticipation.

‘Would you believe me if I told you I had to save a kitten from a tree?’ She asked them.

‘Not unless you’re secretly Elastic Girl.’

‘Man, I wish I was as thick as that bitch…’ Hailey said with longing, making the Asian girl closest to the wall snort in amusement. The two two-person benches were already filled up, so she pulled up a chair from a nearby empty round table and sat down, with four expectant faces looking back at her.

‘Alright, then…’ She cleared her throat, having anticipated the slow awkward start to a conversation between five strangers. ‘Dearly beloved, we all know why we are gathered here today.’ Hailey started in mock-solemnness. ‘Because Kyle is a fucking idiot!’ She bellowed out, causing glares from the surrounding people but succeeding in breaking the ice, as her companions hooted in agreement. ‘He is such a fucking idiot, and you seemed real dope, so here we are!’

The girl to her right tapped the table rhythmically, kind of firing her up further. She took the fact that the girl that appeared to be the shyest of them all was getting into it as a good sign.

‘And now, since I don’t know you, and there is a possibility that you’re creepy stalker people, we shall go to introductions! Me first.’ Hailey said, before leaning back and making a show of batting her eyelashes. ”Sup?’ She said in a “bro accent”.

Her audience was captive now.

‘This gorgeous beauty you see in front of you is called Hailey.’ She continued. ‘I do livestreams online for a living, working from home, I’m asleep a lot of the time, and when I’m not there’s a high chance I’m hitting on someone or exercising.’

‘Considering your lack of sporty wear, are you hitting on me?’ The woman immediately to her left asked, with a Cheshire cat smirk.

‘Maybe I was, what’s it to you?’ Hailey replied with unnecessary aggressiveness.

‘So, Kyle was barking up the wrong tree, then…’

‘Just because I’m into girls doesn’t mean that I don’t dig dudes, I don’t discriminate, unlike other people at this table!’

‘Since when is being straight discrimination?’

‘And what makes you think we’re all straight?’ The woman to her further right asked, raising her eyebrows cheekily.

‘Those are two excellent questions, good job, girls.’ Hailey said, but shook her finger at them. ‘But I feel I’ve shared enough of myself with you-‘

‘Clearly not, since you’re still wearing clothes after that…’ The woman with silver hair at her left pretended to whisper, for the others benefit.

‘-it’s time for someone else to expose herself.’ Hailey finished with the deliberately provocative inuendo.

The sassy whisperer volunteered.

‘Alright, I’ll bite. Shush!’ She added, when Hailey’s mouth began opening, the giggles around the table proving to be contagious, as the mood escalated quickly into full party mode. ‘This trash-fire of a person in front of you goes by Sonja.’ She told them, to a chorus of “boos” for how she had insulted herself. ‘I am taking my Master’s degree in Chemistry over this side of the Atlantic because I’m from Finland, which essentially makes me wanna be asleep most of the time rather than study for it.’

There were two eager understanding nods from the two women on the other side of the bench, as well as an interested look from the girl behind Sonja, but Hailey had more pressing concerns.

‘Oh, oh, I totally forgot, izmit escort add how you had the misfortune of having Kyle know your number.’

‘I met him at a college party. He’s not from my university and I didn’t give him my number, but, apparently, we have a mutual “soon to be ex” friend who shared my cell number with him. What about you?’

‘Tracked it down from an ex of mine, apparently…’

‘Ew, creepy!’

‘As opposed to your garden-variety normal random dick pic senders.’ Hailey laughed. ‘Next up!’

‘Alright.’ The girl with glasses called out, appearing to not want to be one of the last ones to get it out. ‘I’m Madalena, y’all.’ She said, getting chorus of “hi, Madalena” back, which made her laugh. ‘Very alcoholics anonymous of us, I dig it.’ She paused. ‘I’m studying to be a doctor, apparently together with this one…’ She nodded to the woman to her right. ‘I was rudely interrupted of the book I was reading last night by a sudden stream of messages, and I have two moms.’ She shrugged. ‘That’s about it to me.’

‘Two moms, huh?’ Sonja commented, appearing interested.

‘I wonder why that caught your eye, and not my studies…’ Madalena sassed, to the others’ delight. ‘Two awesome moms raised me in the great city of New York.’

‘Adopted?’

‘Nope, biological.’

‘From which one?’

‘Both.’

There was a pause of misunderstanding amongst the group.

‘Wait, one of them…’

‘Didn’t have something in their pockets but were actually really glad to see the other.’ Madalena completed, trying not to smile.

‘Damn, that’s hot!’ The dark-skinned girl, that shared classes with her, proclaimed.

‘Nope. No one wants to hear their parents called that.’ The short girl shook her head.

‘But seriously, imagine how dope it would be to see a woman with an actual dick just fucking the shit out-‘ Hailey began, excitedly.

‘La la la la la la la la la…!’ Madalena covered her ears and chanted childishly, creating a fit of laughter across the table, and further annoying other diners.

‘Alright, alright, we’ll change the subject, you prude…’ The woman to Madalena’s right said. ‘Hey, everybody, I am Carolyn, I know Kyle because we came to college here from the same high school, where I’m sad to say he’s always been a moron. My dad is a cardiovascular surgeon, not to be confused with a “heart surgeon”, ’cause if he hears the expression it sends him into monologues about the proper naming of things… And, uh, yeah, trying to make it in his own field.’

‘Daddy issues, totally dig it.’ Hailey commented, getting flipped off.

‘Only one to go.’ Madalena put in, and they all excitedly looked towards the remaining group member.

‘Hi.’ She squeaked out in a slightly nervous tone.

‘Hello, yourself.’ Sonja gave her a reassuring smile.

‘I’m Naomi. I was born in Yokohama, came to the States when I was twelve, I’m a primary school teacher and I’m newly divorced. Oh, and I am clearly the oldest here, which is why I know Kyle from babysitting him.’ Naomi sarcastically smiled at the last one.

‘No!’

‘No way, no fucking way!’

‘That shit’s too good!’

‘With that statement, ladies,’ Hailey said, still a little stunned, like the rest of them. ‘let’s get this shit on the road and order some food!’

///////////////

Whatever awkward pauses Sonja had feared would occur among these five complete strangers ended up not happening at all. She could tell their stages in life, apart from the two younger women, were entirely different which in turn meant a lot of interest in finding out what the others were up to.

Carolyn and Madalena had hit it off instantly, their introvert styles seeming to have a few slight differences, Sonja realised. Madalena was a classical bookworm, overbearing with concern for her grades, but there was also something else there. A desire to be pushed out of her shell. The girl to her right was also a little introspective, but Hailey appeared to have nailed her first impression of her: her studies seemed to be about making her father proud.

Conversation shot in all direction whilst the hungry women gulped everything down, but now they had split off into two groups once more. Hailey was now talking about a friend of hers who’d started to apply for university after years of no interest, and Carolyn and Madalena were extremely enthralled.

For her part, Sonja once more was focussed on Naomi.

‘You look like you’re surprised to be having fun.’ She told her.

‘I kind of am.’ Naomi blushed a little. ‘I tend to isolate myself a little to be comfortable. And I haven’t exactly been improving on that since the divorce.’

‘It’s really none of my business, but can you talk about that?’

The Japanese girl shrugged.

‘Not much to say, really. We were both raised traditionally, in my case I only came to the US pretty late, and we thought that since we “had” to marry someone in our group,’ Naomi made air quotes with her fingers. ‘it may as well be us. There was never any passion, though.’

A ridiculous giggle escaped Madalena’s throat as Hailey mentioned the story of putting her arm into a condom all the way to her elbow in front of a date when he claimed he was too big for one.

‘I wish I was like that, sometimes.’ Naomi said, with a wide grin.

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Emma’s story continues. If you haven’t already read Chapters 1 & 2, I suggest that you do so that you know the characters and what is happening with them. This is a longish love story but you’ll have to wait for the sex. If you want a plotless quick thrill, then there are plenty of those elsewhere on this site. Characters in sex scenes are eighteen years old or over. All characters are imaginary—any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Several years ago I read a magazine article—titled ‘My Big Fat Gay Wedding’—by a woman journalist about her civil partnership ceremony. It was the memory of that article that in small part inspired a little bit of this chapter… It’s unlikely that she’ll read this story but if she does, thanks.

Copyright © 2014 to the author.

I came out of the dream, Sam’s words still echoing in my head: “I love you, Emma, and you’re not going to get away from me that easily.” For a few moments after waking, I imagined that I could still feel her body pressed against my back until the dream completely faded. I half-sat up, glancing at the bedside clock. It showed a little after 1:30 in the morning. My feelings of guilt were still there, and knowing that I wouldn’t sleep again immediately, I got up and wandered to the kitchen to get some water.

I could see the kitchen light on and I found Amy there, sitting at the table with a glass of juice and a plateful of chocolate chip cookies. “I’m sorry, Aunt Emma, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“That’s okay, honeybunch, you didn’t disturb me.” I fetched my glass of water and sat beside Amy, picking up a cookie to nibble at. “But what are you doing here?”

“I had a really bad dream and it frightened me a lot, so I got up and went to Sophie’s room but her door was locked.” Amy rolled her eyes, as if bemused by the weird ways of elder sisters. “So then I felt peckish and here I am. Why are you up, Aunt Emma?”

“Oh, a dream woke me too, although mine wasn’t really bad.” We sat in companionable silence for a while, eating the cookies. Then out of the blue, Amy said: “Have you ever had a boy-friend, Aunt Emma?”

Now this was an odd question because Amy knew that I was gay but I replied. “I’ve had friends that are boys, but no boy-friends. Why do you ask?”

I think that Amy was laying the ground to confide in me. “I’ve got a boy-friend—” she pondered for a moment “—or I think I have. There’s a boy in my class at school called Carl. I really like him and I think he likes me. We always have our lunch together and share our sandwiches. We went to the cinema last week and we held hands.”

“That sounds as if he really does like you,” I said, “So why don’t you go back to bed again and perhaps your next dream will be about your cute Carl.”

Amy hugged me. “Okay. You know, Aunt Emma, you’re really super and I do love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetie. Now, bed, before the Sandman comes to get you.”

“Oh, Aunt Emma, I’m too old for fairy tales.”

“Nobody’s too old for fairy tales, and don’t you forget it. Still, if you prefer it this way—” I put on a tone of mock ferocity, “—go to bed this instant or I’ll thrash you within an inch of your life.”

Giggling, Amy kissed my cheek and left. I stayed for a while, knowing sleep wouldn’t come easily to me for my mind was filled with my betrayal of Sam.

I finally returned to bed and woke at about eight. There was a light tap at my door and Sophie came in, carrying a tray with a pot of tea, toast, and some fruit slices. She poured me a cup and then sat on the edge of the bed. Her face was radiant and I could see that she was busting to tell me something. First, though, she thanked me for looking after Amy in the night.

“No bother,” I told her, “I think the chocolate chip cookies were more of a comfort than I was. She’s okay this morning?”

“Yes, full of life and having fun in the pool as usual. Emma, Beth and I… well, we’re in love. And from what Beth told me, we’ve got you to thank for finally admitting it to ourselves.” Sophie took my hand in hers and kissed it. “But… Emma, what do we tell the family? Do we come out to them? After all, we’re first cousins and that might not go down well.”

I thought for a moment. “The family all accepted it okay when I came out and I was a couple of years younger than you two are now. On the other hand, I wasn’t in a proper relationship. But I think both your parents will be as accepting as the family was to me. Can I suggest that you both come out if you wish to but keep your personal relationship quiet for a while, though? Wait until you’re settled at university and then tell them. As for being first cousins, most churches accept cousins marrying now so that should be fine. When we get home, I’ll give you the telephone number of a group that advises gay teenagers. They helped me quite a bit back then.

“In the meantime, every few weekends I’ll invite you both to my place for a girly shopping denizli escort spree and you can be together then. And sometimes I might go away and you can be flat-sitters for me—that’ll give you the privacy you need.”

Sophie gave me a joy-filled hug. “Thanks, Emma, you’re the greatest.”

I kissed her cheek. “Right. Now shoo, because the greatest wants to take a shower.”

When I came outside, Sophie and Amy were splashing around in the pool. Beth came up to me and I got my second big hug of the morning. “Thanks, Emma, it went just the way you thought it might. But how did you know that Sophie felt the same way about me?”

“Just call it inspired guesswork,” I lied.

“By the way,” Beth grinned, “That virginity thing… It’s no longer ‘sort of ‘.”

As Sam had told me when we arrived, the return ferry journey would again be at night. To pass the day, we made up a picnic and spent the morning down by the rock-pools. In the afternoon Amy begged for a last film and so I chose Gigi. When it finished, we all danced around singing ‘The Night They Invented Champagne’. We were all packed and ready when Mrs Cudmore came to take us to the jetty.

“I’m going to miss this,” said Sophie, “It’s been lovely.” She had written a very thoughtful letter of thanks to Alan LeStrange and had insisted that Beth and Amy did the same. I was proud of her for that.

At the ferry, I saw Sam standing at the top waiting to greet us. She looked beautiful, even in that awful uniform, and my heart just melted. We made our thanks and goodbyes to Mrs Cudmore and went up the gangway where I handed our tickets to Sam. “I hope you all enjoyed your holiday Miss… er…” Sam peered at the tickets as if to remind her of my name. “Ah yes, Miss Wainwright. You’re in the same cabin as before.”

As the girls went ahead with our bags, Sam whispered: “Same time, same place tonight.”

“Top of the Empire State Building,” I said and she nodded.

As on the outward journey, Beth dragged Amy off for a game of pool and then we all met in the restaurant where the Caesar salad had not improved. I don’t like burgers myself, but I half-envied the girls who seemed to relish theirs. Later, Sophie came for a stroll round the deck with me while Beth and Amy went to their bunks. “You can go to bed if you want, Sophie,” I told her, “I’m not tired and so I’ll stay up for a while.”

“It’s that little steward, isn’t it?” said Sophie, “She’s your special somebody. You both might have thought that you disguised it, but the looks on your faces when you saw each other were a dead giveaway. As for that ploy about forgetting your name, she’ll never get an Oscar for that performance. And I looked back and saw you whispering together. Anyway, on the outward trip I noticed that your bunk hadn’t been slept in although I said nothing.”

I didn’t reply but may have nodded a little. I was already worrying about what I was going to say to Sam.

Sophie kissed my cheek. “Goodnight, Emma. I hope that she’s as nice as she looks. You really deserve someone nice.”

I went to the stern rail and waited. There was no moon tonight; it wouldn’t rise for a couple of hours yet. But the sky was clear and there was a myriad of stars such as we rarely see on land because of light pollution. I thought that perhaps one day I’d like a place in the country where I could see skies like this often. And hopefully Sam would be there with me.

Then there was that whiff of light floral scent and a voice behind me saying: “Hi there, would you like some company?”

I turned. Sam was about two paces behind me, her arms open. I rushed to her for a hug, saying: “Sam, my lovely, lovely Sam.” And then I burst into tears.

“Emma, darling, whatever’s the matter?” Sam led me to a nearby bench, sat me down and folded me in her arms while I sobbed my heart out. In time my tears slowed and I was able to speak without choking too much. “Sam, I’ve fallen so much in love with you and yet I’ve been unfaithful already.” I stammered out what had happened with Sophie. I knew that I was running the risk of losing Sam but I knew too that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her and I couldn’t live with a lie. The guilt I would carry would probably become destructive. Deep down, while I was confessing, I was silently praying.

I also told Sam about about Beth coming to see me and the subsequent change in the girls’ relationship. Perhaps I had at least done some good there.

“Do you recall the last thing we agreed on?” Sam said, “We hadn’t made any commitment. We’d have a week’s respite as if we’d never met to see if we still felt love for each other. Well, I still feel the same way: do you?”

“Y-yes…”

“And I’m ready now to commit to you, Emma. Are you prepared to make the same commitment?”

“Yes, Sam,” I said, “Now and for always.”

“Good. So I’ll be honest with you. I’ve been feeling so hot this past adana escort week that if some young girl had offered it to me, I’d have jumped her bones without thinking. As it is, I’ve diddled myself silly every night just thinking about you.” Then Sam said something, almost echoing the words from my dream. “I’ve waited years to fall in love with someone like you, Emma, and you’re not going to escape now I’ve got you. When I saw you coming on board last week, you looked so beautiful that I totally lost my heart—for ever.”

Still feeling sorry for myself, I muttered: “But I’m not beautiful—you are but I’m not. I’m ordinary.”

Sam grabbed my face with both hands. “Now you listen to me, Emma Wainwright,” she said fiercely, “Stop putting yourself down. You’re far from ordinary. You are beautiful and you have the most gorgeous brown eyes I’ve ever seen. So if I hear you denying it again, I’ll kick your arse, despite the fact that you’re yards taller than me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sam,” I said, voice meek. And the funny thing was, that in that moment I suddenly felt beautiful, although I must have looked a wreck after all the tears. I also had a moment of self-realization. That as Sam had obviously forgiven me, I had to forgive myself and not risk ruining further what we now had together.

“Besides,” Sam added, “what happened has helped to make two girls content and comfortable with their sexuality. Just think, they could still be torturing themselves, unsure and unhappy. Now though, thanks to you, they’re certain of what they are and happy with each other.

“I love you, Emma Wainwright, and believe me, it’s once and for all.”

“And I love you, Sam…” I sought for some appropriate words and then remembered the old song that Dad used to sing to Hilary and me. “…until the twelfth of never, I’ll still be loving you.”

Then I remembered something. “I’ve got a surprise for you, Sam.” I took her hand and pulled it under my dress until it met my smooth pubes.

“You’ve shaved. You did that for me, Emma?”

“Yes. And I love it—it’s going to stay that way.”

“Come on,” said Sam, taking my hand and pulling me up from the bench, “Let’s go to my cabin.”

You might think that we went straight off to make love. But we didn’t. Make love, that is. Well, not for an hour or so, anyway. Instead, we sat on Sam’s bunk and we talked. Oh, we cuddled and held hands and exchanged frequent little kisses (I fulfilled my earlier ambition to kiss all the freckles on her nose), but mainly we talked, getting to know each other.

It was odd how many parallels there were in our lives. Like me, Sam had been aware of her sexuality from a fairly young age. She, too, had been seduced by an older teenage girl, in her case a girl who was babysitting Sam’s younger brother. And like me, she hadn’t needed much seducing. Apprehensive, she had come out to her family when she was seventeen and had been smothered with love and acceptance instead of rejection. We liked similar food and films and music and were both great fans of Dusty Springfield, not because she was gay but because we loved her singing. The only thing we disagreed on was our favourite song. I liked ‘Going Back’ most of all while Sam preferred ‘The Look of Love’. Then Sam had a brainwave. “Let’s have a new favourite Dusty song, just for ourselves. How about ‘I Only Want To Be With You’?” In a sweet, husky voice, she sang the first couple of lines:

“I don’t know what it is that makes me love you so,

I only know I never want to let you go…”

Tears prickled at my eyes. “Yes, our song,” I whispered.

I suggested that Sam move into my flat when she started her new job but it turned out that she had already paid a deposit for a six months lease on a studio flat. If she backed out now, she stood to lose a hefty sum of money. So we agreed that during the working week, we would date like any new couple and that she would come and stay with me weekends. At the end of the six months, she would be free to move in with me.

In the latter stages of all this talk, our kisses were becoming more frequent and lingering, and then slowly our tongues came into play and our caresses were more demanding. Sam squirmed her way onto my lap and nuzzled my neck. One by one, I carefully undid the buttons on her uniform shirt. This time she wasn’t wearing a bra and I bent to place a soft kiss on each of those marvellous nipples then buried my face between her breasts to inhale that wonderful sweet Sam smell. Then I moved her shirt aside slightly so that I could reach and lick the nearest of her lovely underarms.

Sam grabbed one of my hands and kissed and sucked each finger in turn. Going very slowly, it took her quite a while, during which time I could feel myself leaking heavily. When she had finished with my fingers, she kissed and licked her way up the palm of my hand, again taking her time, until she reached my wrist. She nipped manisa escort a piece of skin in her teeth and then sucked hard. When she released me there was a perfect tiny love-bite right over my pulse. “There,” said Sam, “I’ve put my mark on you, Emma Wainwright, and that means you’re mine for ever.”

“And that’s not long enough, but I guess it’ll have to do,” I told her before stopping her mouth up with lips and tongue.

“God, Emma, I want to look at your fresh pussy now.” Jumping off my lap, Sam shed her shirt and unzipped her uniform trousers which fell to the ground. She wasn’t wearing any panties, either. I tugged off my dress and sat up, leaning back against the bulkhead with my legs splayed. Sam sat at the other end of the bunk and gazed longingly at my honeypot. “Wow,” she breathed, “She is absolutely beautiful..” She reached out a forefinger and rubbed it gently between my lips so that it had a thick layer of juice which she then sucked off with a tiny moan.

Reaching down, Sam used the fingers of one hand to open her pussy lips and plunged two fingers of the other hand into herself, rubbing frantically. “Quickly, Emma, bring yourself off for me. I want to see your face when you come.”

I followed suit and very soon the only sounds in the cabin were our moans and whimpers, our ragged panting, and lovely wet sounds from sopping and eager pussies. And all the time we gazed fervently into each other’s eyes. We finished within seconds of one another and Sam snatched at my hand to suck off the juices, offering her own soaking fingers to my mouth. Then she fell into my arms and we kissed frenziedly, sucking and licking at our mouths and throats.

“Lie down now, Emma,” Sam ordered, “I want to eat your pussy. I want to lick you out until I’m smothered in your come.” Other than the gentle making out while we were talking, there had been very little in the way of foreplay between us but we were both so worked up that there was little need. We had the rest of our lives for that.

“Oh God, yes,” I said, excited. “And I want to do it to you. Turn around so that we can do it together.”

Sam turned and straddled my head so that we were in a perfect sixty-nine and fell to worshipping my pussy with mouth and tongue and fingers. Sam’s sodden and dripping pussy was over my face and I pushed a finger into her tight, slippery hole. When I took it out, a thick strand of sticky liquid followed to form a bridge between my finger and Sam’s vagina. I invaded again, this time with two fingers. When I withdrew and parted them, a second rope of pussy-juice adhered to them. I sucked at the nectar on my fingers with relish. I don’t think, with all the sex I’d had in my life, that I had ever tasted anyone as sweet as Sam.

I plunged my nose and mouth and tongue into those wonderful folds to concentrate on giving Sam the same pleasure that she was giving me. I licked and kissed and fingered every little crevice, sucking at her inner lips and flicking at her clit with the tip of my tongue. And while I was doing all these things, I felt that I wanted to cry again but these would have been tears of sheer joy.

I wrapped my arms around Sam’s lower back to pull her in closer while she held my thighs tight as her lapping grew more and more rapid. I could feel my hips jerking and heard Sam making little crying noises and then I think we did it again. If our orgasms weren’t simultaneous, they were pretty damned close. Even after so short a period, our bodies seemed to be well in tune with each other. Sam turned, breathless and flushed, and we kissed so that our wet mouths almost stuck together as we sucked our come from each other’s lips and tongue.

Satisfied for the moment, we rested. Because the bunk was narrow, Sam was lying more or less on top of me as we embraced closely. Her head was just a little below mine and I could smell the scent of her shampoo and the lovely flowery perfume she used and the overwhelming odour of unbridled girl sex.

I felt so many emotions running through me at that moment: lust, longing, happiness, but above all, love… pure love. And then it occurred to me that the slightest mini-orgasm with Sam would be preferable to a sky rockets and fireworks orgasm with anyone else. I guess that’s what love does for you. There was one more thing left for me to do.

“Sam?”

“Mmmm?”

“I love you very much, Samantha Parry. Will you marry me?”

Sam sat up, eyes sparkling as she covered my face with big, sloppy kisses. “Oh God, yes, yes, yes! I thought you’d never ask. I love you so.” Then abruptly her manner changed. There was a set look on her face and her voice was sober, almost grim. “There’s one very important question to settle if we’re going to marry.”

I felt a jolt of sick apprehension. She was having second thoughts about forgiving me so easily. “What’s that?” I whispered.

“The question is this…” but she couldn’t maintain her solemnity and dissolved in a fit of giggles. “…which one of us has to sleep in the wet patch?”

“Oh, Sam!” I gave her bare arse a gentle, playful slap. Then, if at all possible, I held her even more closely and she sucked lazily on one of my nipples while quietly caressing those parts of my body she could reach.

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The Matrons of Regal Bay

Chapter 21

Indigo’s Tales — Part 1

Indigo Gibbs was a middle-aged, African-American, late-life lesbian, and proud of it. Indigo worked at Regal Bay University Hospital as a records administrator. Indigo had been born Indigo Baker in Philadelphia, the daughter of a high school basketball coach father and nurse mother. Early on, it was plain to see that Indigo would follow in the paths both of her parents led. She grew tall very early and had a knack for shooting hoops. So it was that she played for her high school girls’ basketball team, leading them to the state finals on three occasions. For her on-court skills, she was awarded a scholarship to play at the University of Connecticut, albeit in the years before that program gained the fame it currently holds.

Indigo was also exceedingly interested in her mother’s work, and along with her basketball skills, she concentrated on earning her Master of Science degree in Nursing as well as Bachelors of Science degree in Health Information and Technology. This led, post-college, to several job offers. The job she accepted was at Charlotte General Hospital, in Charlotte, North Carolina.

At 26, Indigo, who had taken to calling herself Indy during college after repeatedly explaining where her mother came up with her birth-name, had settled into a well-paying and challenging job. High on her left arm she had a tattoo with the scripted letters forming “Indy” wrapped in twin checkered flags. She had never been to an Indy-Car race, to Indianapolis to see the 500, nor was she a fan of auto racing at all. The tattoo had been a suggestion from one of her college team-mates, who had gotten one herself during that spring break of an intertwined pair of dolphins forming a heart. That girl’s father had been a rabid New England Patriots fan, and she’d gotten the dolphins because her father had refused to foot the bill for their Lt. Lauderdale spring break trip.

Indigo met Roy Gibbs at the Hospital Christmas Party her first year in Charlotte. Roy was a strong, handsome, and intelligent man. Born and raised in Charlotte, Roy had spent eight years in the Army as a Military Policeman before getting out and coming to work for the hospital security staff. It was a means to an end, which would be his acceptance to the Charlotte Police Academy. Indigo fell for him immediately after being introduced to him. She and Roy began dating soon after, and by Valentine’s Day, Roy had proposed, and Indy had accepted. However, she was reluctant to mention this to her family, seeing as Roy Gibbs was a white man.

As it turned out, when she and Roy finally made the trip up to Philadelphia, just weeks before their wedding, her parents were fine with it all around. Roy was wonderful and made her happy, and that was all they cared about. Not so much her extended family or neighborhood friends, but as they were living in Charlotte, Indigo didn’t care what they thought about her or her husband.

Less than six weeks after their wedding, Roy finally was accepted into the police academy. That same week, Indigo learned that she was pregnant with their first child, a son they would name Rodney after her father. Two years later, with Roy firmly established on the police force, they had their daughter, Aurora, named for no one in particular she was always proud to say.

By the time their children had begun school, Indigo was looking to move onward and upward. However, due to politics within the hospital, she felt that she was not being given a fair opportunity at advancement. This was brought up when she was talking on the phone with an old class-mate and fellow UCONN alum who had recently taken up a residency in Regal Bay at the newly expanded University Hospital. With her husband’s backing, Indigo flew out to the west coast and after three days was offered a position two levels above, and at a substantially increased pay-rate higher than her current Charlotte position. There was really no thought needed. At the end of the children’s school year, the Gibbs family packed up and moved to Regal Bay, where Indigo had a job waiting, and Roy quickly hired on to the Majestic County Sheriff’s Department.

Less than two years later, however, Roy was diagnosed with brain cancer during a routine examination following a minor accident in his patrol car. The cancer, believed brought on by his life-long smoking habit, had already progressed to the point of causing seizures, the root cause of his accident. Roy was treated, first as an out-patient, and then was admitted to University Hospital for more advanced treatments. After two years of increasingly aggressive treatments, and surgery to remove part of a cancerous lung, Roy fell into a coma and died within days.

Roy had been the love of her life, and the only man she had ever found happiness or pleasure with. His death hit Indigo hard, to the point where she all but shut out contact with others, outside of work or family. Rodney graduated from iskenderun escort high school and, following in his father’s path, joined the Army as a Military Policeman. Aurora graduated two years later and left home to attend Indigo’s alma mater at the University of Connecticut. She had her eyes set on medicine, in particular cancer research, again due to her father’s unfortunate influence. Living in an empty house only caused Indigo sleepless nights, so she sold her home in Reaves Estates and moved into a Majestic View condominium.

Now, some five years after Roy’s cancer took him out of her life, Indigo had returned home from work to find the front door unlocked. It wasn’t unexpected, however. She had received a text message some time earlier and knew that she would have a guest waiting. That guest had her own key to Indigo’s brownstone-style home, and was waiting for her in the master bedroom upstairs on the third floor. Indigo found her guest lying on the big bed, dressed in a white and black polka-dotted blouse and a photo-reversed black and white polka-dotted skirt. The young woman had kicked off her black leather, low-heeled shoes and lay curled up toward the headboard on the pile of pillows. She was talking on her cell-phone when Indigo walked in.

“I’ll be home late tonight, darling,” Janet Kuykendall was saying. Her eyes went to Indigo and she added, “Probably pretty late.” She listened for a moment, and then said, “I don’t know. I might. Maybe I’ll tell you about it later.” Again she listened, while patting the bed beside her hip in a gesture to bring Indigo over. The older woman complied with her younger guest’s request.

“Okay, Melissa. I love you!” Janet then turned off her cell phone and tossed it across to land in the near-by chair next to her over-sized purse. “So, how was work?” Janet asked.

“Long hours in front of the computer, as always,” Indigo replied. She then leaned close and gave Janet a light kiss across the mouth. “And yours?” she asked.

“Long hours waiting for you!” Janet grinned. This time, their kiss began light, but quickly became more sensual and fierce. Their tongues licked at one another, licking lips and cheeks and chins. Indigo pulled back and attacked Janet’s blouse, untying the top and then ripping down the buttons quickly. Their mouths met again and again, until Indigo pulled Janet’s top from her arms and tossed it to the floor. Janet wore no bra beneath, and Indigo admired the succulent, creamy toned breasts of the younger woman.

Standing up, Indigo stripped away her own clothing until finally she stood naked except for her chocolate-colored panties. She gave her heavy breasts a lift and let them fall before returning to the bed to lay face down beside Janet.

Indigo and Janet had been lovers for three years, since Janet took a job as an office intern during her freshman year at Regal Bay University. Indigo was initially fascinated by Janet and her openness. They began to spend lunches together, and then they would meet after work. During this time, Indigo had not been with a man since her late husband, though Janet was dating two or three women her own age from campus. Their relationship blossomed during an early January storm that had the hospital unusually quiet through the night. Since that evening together, Janet had been Indigo’s only steady lover, though Janet lived with a wonderful young woman closer to her own age. Indigo wasn’t unknown to Melissa, either, though Janet preferred to keep her two favorite lovers in separate realms of her life.

Indigo’s mouth went to Janet’s long neck and she gently pushed the younger woman backward to the pillows. She then began to kiss and lick her way lower, between Janet’s smallish breasts, across the girl’s tight belly, and then back up. Indigo tugged at one strawberry nipple with her lips, making Janet arch her back and moan softly. Her tiny pink nub and the surrounding areola was sucked deep into the black woman’s mouth.

“Oh! Oh!” Janet panted as her older lover began to suck hard and squeeze at her tit. Janet loved having her tits sucked hard, and Indigo sure knew how to please her. She stroked Indigo’s thick black hair back and ran her hands across her lover’s strong, athletic shoulders. Her nipple was teased and tugged at a moment longer before Indigo then let that nipple pop free of her mouth and resumed her oral attack against Janet’s left breast and its excited nipple.

“Somebody’s horny,” Janet gasped when her second nipple had been thoroughly sucked to pebble-like hardness.

Indigo rested her head in her hands and grinned. “With all that sexting you’ve been sending me today, how could I not be? You’re just lucky I decided to come straight home. I had another offer, you know. Dinner with Elena and her most recent young lover.”

Janet gasped. “Maybe we should give them a call. Invite them over. How long’s it been since we had a serious all-girl orgy?”

Indigo stroked denizli escort Janet’s left nipple with a finger. “I think they were looking forward to double-teaming me. Elena is really getting to know how to handle a strap-on, let me tell you!” Indigo sat back then onto her haunches and pulled the side zipper of Janet’s skirt down. “Why haven’t you ever invited your mom over?” she asked as she teasingly tugged the skirt downward. “She might like a little double-team fun.”

“I don’t know,” Janet replied. “She’s still not all that comfortable I think with that side of her personality. She’s really getting into seducing Jewel’s boyfriends. She and I get together once in a while, but mostly just mother-daughter stuff, you know. Cuddling, kissing, and little fingering and licking. That’s about it. I don’t think she’s all that interested in this stuff. She seems a little uncomfortable when Melissa gets playful with me around her.”

“Uncomfortable or excited?”

“Oh, I’m sure she’s uncomfortable. Otherwise, I’m pretty sure she’d have at least inquired by now, you know. I don’t think she’s ready to really dive into this stuff yet.”

“And what is ‘This stuff’ you mention?” Indigo asked with a sly grin.

“You know,” Janet grinned while spreading her thighs wide. She still wore her bra-matching black and white polka-dotted panties. “Hot lesbian sex!”

“Is that what we’re doing?” Indigo asked and she lay down onto her belly, her upper body between Janet’s thighs and her face just inches above her younger lover’s crotch. “Hot lesbian sex?”

“Well,” Janet replied. “We’re getting there.”

“I suppose you’d like for me to “dive in”, wouldn’t you?” Indigo grinned, adding a playful flick of her pink tongue lightly across Janet’s pubic mound, still encased in fabric. Before Janet could answer, Indigo was already kissing and licking at Janet’s milky white inner thighs, and across her lower belly, just above her panty waist band. Janet’s hips began rolling, trying to get Indigo’s mouth to go lower, to her warming sex. Instead, Indigo kissed upward, following a trail across her belly and between her young lover’s pale breasts, until her mouth again found Janet’s. Again, they kissed hard and frantically, their shared passion continuing to grow.

A minute passed and then Indigo again began to kiss and lick her way down Janet’s creamy flesh, until she settled between the pale, parted thighs. This time, as she began to lick across Janet’s panty-covered crotch, Indigo took in a deep lungful of Janet’s youthful scent. Each time she dragged her tongue across the material Janet moaned with growing need. Still, the older black woman paid more attention to Janet’s inner thighs, gently nipping at them at times with her teeth, which made Janet gasp and finally begin begging.

“Jeez, stop teasing me, Indy!” Janet cried out. “I need your tongue! Please, tongue me! Lick my pussy, Indy! I need your tongue on me, and in me!”

Grinning, and with a gentle giggle, Indigo gave her lover what she had been begging for. She pulled the damp panties aside, exposing Janet’s smoothly shaved pussy. The slit, pink with excitement, glistened from the younger woman’s anticipatory juicing. Indigo lay her wide tongue flat onto the long slit and slowly began to lick upward.

“Oooohhh!” Janet moaned as her lover’s tongue sent electric jolts up through her body that arched her back. “Aaaahhh! That’s what I’ve been needing all day!”

Indigo flicked the tip of her tongue across Janet’s tiny pink clit, making Janet’s body jerk as if hit with a bolt of electricity, and then she sat up. Quickly, she pulled Janet’s panties down her legs and tossed them aside. She then leaned across her lover’s petite body and planted her mouth to Janet’s. Again they kissed deeply, but only briefly. Indigo pulled her mouth away and twisted around until she could again dive straight into Janet’s crotch. Her mouth planted hard against Janet’s white hot pussy and her tongue went frantically to work.

“Oooohh, shit!” Janet gasped as her vagina was pulled and sucked until it gaped, and then Indigo’s tongue began to lance up through her hole, high into her womanhood. “God, Indy, I love that!” she announced. Her thighs closed around Indigo’s head and held her tight in place. She ran her right hand up the black woman’s long thighs and onto her round buttock. Janet stroked her older lover’s warm flesh, from buttocks to knees and back. Eventually, she reached up between Indigo’s thighs and found the damp patch of pubic hair and the soft labia hidden beneath. Still enjoying the work Indy’s mouth was doing on her, Janet began to tease and tickle the wet pussy between her lover’s thighs.

“Uuummm,” Indigo moaned in to Janet’s pussy. She wiggled her hips playfully as Janet began to work a finger along her slit. Her hips dipped and Janet’s finger slipped into her. “Oooohhh,” she sighed, lifting her mouth away only briefly before resuming her carnal adana escort feast.

Indigo had only recently discovered that she loved eating a young woman out, and she absolutely loved eating Janet out. At times, Indigo wondered why she had never explored or experimented with lesbian sex as so many of her team-mates had done, back in her college days. Although she had no regrets, she still wished she had not waited until after losing a husband before venturing down this delightful road.

For more than twenty minutes, Indigo feasted upon Janet’s hot, creamy sexpot. Janet groaned and croaked throughout, and when her orgasm overtook her, Janet panted, “Your tongue is so fucking good! Oh, fuck, I’m cumming! I’m fucking cumming!” Indigo was rewarded with a mouthful of Janet’s thick girl cream. The tangy juices coated her tongue and warmed her belly, and combined with the three fingers Janet had jammed deep within her pussy, Indigo enjoyed her own muted climax.

After bringing Janet off a second time, Indigo reluctantly lifted her dripping mouth from the girl’s messy slot and twisted back to plant her thick lips to Janet’s. Again they kissed deeply, with Janet tasting herself upon Indigo’s tongue and lips. Janet’s hands went to Indigo’s round ass globes and began to squeeze them. Above her, Indigo was rocking and mewing. A moment later, Indigo broke her mouth away and sat back. Janet’s hands came up and cupped her heavy, mature breasts. Both women were panting excitedly, nowhere near finished for the evening.

“I want tits like yours,” Janet admired.

“Here, then,” Indigo grinned. She leaned forward and presented her left breast to Janet. “Start with this one.”

Janet took hold of her breast with both hands and latched her mouth around the Hershey-kiss like nipple. Indigo’s flesh was rich chocolate colored, but her nipples and the surrounding areola were large and very dark, especially when she was excited. Janet latched on and began to suck hard. The nipple filled her mouth like a small cock, and she treated it as such. She sucked and slurped, running her tongue around and across the tip, and sending shivers of delight up through Indigo’s body.

“That’s my baby,” Indigo hummed. “Suck on Mommy’s fat titties.” She stroked Janet’s golden blonde hair back from her face as the younger woman continued to feed at her breasts. Sometimes, Janet even managed to pull a bit of tangy milk from the nipple, and Indigo would climax a moment later. This time, however, she was wanting to move on to more playfulness.

Indigo gently pulled away from Janet and sat back. After a moment, she dived down between Janet’s thighs and again planted her mouth onto Janet’s wet, dripping pussy. “Ohh!” Janet gasped as her pussy was again being ravaged by Indigo’s thick tongue. This time her tongue only worked a moment against Janet’s sensitive clit before the girl was gasping through another orgasm.

“Oooohhh, shhhhit! That’s so goooood!” Janet groaned.

As her climax peaked, Janet sat bolt upright and pushed Indigo up. She lifted the heavy black breasts upward and began to suck upon the nipples once again. Indigo held Janet’s face tight to her chest, surrounded by her big tit globes. Janet licked and kissed at her dark flesh, and then she pushed Indigo back until the older woman was flat on her back.

Janet tugged at the damp panties Indigo still wore and slipped them down, tugging them from Indigo’s big round ass, passed her thick thighs and along her long legs, finally to be tossed away to join the other articles of clothing scattered around the room. Janet lay fully atop Indigo then. With their hips aligned, however, Janet’s head only came up to Indigo’s breasts. When standing, the black woman was a good six inches taller than her young white lover. When laying down, however, Janet’s mouth came right to where it was wanted. She again began to feast upon Indigo’s over-sized nipples.

As her breasts were enjoyed, Indigo gathered Janet’s blonde hair up into a bunch and held it in one hand. She then pulled Janet’s mouth to hers and kissed her deeply once again. Next, she guided Janet downward, across the expanse of large breasts and lower to her flat, firm belly. When she the top of the valley formed by Indigo’s long, parted thighs, Janet diverted and began to kiss up and down Indigo’s legs, both inside and out. Unlike her older lover, Janet didn’t tease too long. Instead, she moved quickly to attack Indigo’s bright pink labia, only partially hidden within the tangle of dark pubic curls.

“Ooohh, so good!” Indigo sighed when Janet’s mouth barely touched her nether-lips. Her hands went down and took hold of Janet’s head of golden hair again and pulled her mouth tight to her cunt while rocking her hips up and down. Her wet pussy smeared across Janet’s mouth as the younger woman’s tongue flicked and fluttered through her opening folds. “You eat pussy so good, girl!” she gasped.

“You taste so fucking delicious! How can I not love it?” Janet replied, lifting her mouth up for just a moment but pressing her chin against the hard, wet clit. “How could I not love eating up this fantastic chocolate cunt?” She plunged back in, ramming her tongue deep while moaning into Indigo’s pussy. Indigo laughed as her young lover licked away.

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Author’s Note

This story picks up from “Irresistible Attraction” and “Holding Out for a Hero”, although as usual I have tried to write it as a tale in its own right, so readers have no reason to backtrack. And, unlike many of my earlier efforts, this one is sex just about all of the way.

*****

Chapter One

(October 2001, Lancashire: Thursday morning)

Heather gave Lorna a (temporary) farewell kiss and smiled to herself as she walked in to her beloved (proudly) plate-glass uni. Having taken another girl’s lesbian virginity wasn’t a big deal for her. Well, it was and it wasn’t. She always felt very highly honoured in such circumstances. And taking Lorna’s so-treasured rose had been beyond delightful.

Just thinking about it thrilled her deep within . . . oh yes, oh yes!

Heather had relished every touch and so had the girl herself. She’d squealed and squirmed, wriggled and writhed like the finest porn actress. Not that any degree of “acting” had been involved: no actress could have ever been so convincing.

No, not so convincing and not nearly so heavenly hot and wet.

In truth the sexual gymnastics had been astoundingly fine. Their bodies had worked together perfectly in harmony. They could have been made for each other.

As for Heather, good grief, what was she like! Another whole night of sex, not one wink of sleep, and still she was ready for more.

More, more, more; double- if not triple-underlined!

Yes, still hot for it after two sleepless nights on the trot. Naughty, naughty, naughty! Heather’s smile became a broad grin. The rest of the week and most of next already had girls’ names pencilled into her social diary; it was a good job she was “off men” because she simply didn’t have time to fit one in.

Mary Rose’s snicker echoed through her head at that. You always fit one in easily enough in the old days, her schoolmate whispered, as if she was right there and not two hundred miles away, in the ivy-clad land of dreaming spires.

‘Get lost, pest,’ said Heather, laughing as she realized she’d spoken out loud. She’d loved Mary Rose since first clapping eyes on her, and would love her forever. But Mary Rose knew her better than she knew herself. The red-haired witch didn’t need to be at her side to stick her oar in. Her personal brand of black magic worked from any distance.

Stick my oar in, Mare responded instantly (predictably). Omigod girl, it’s been far too long. I’d love to!

Laughing again, Heather told her insistent, albeit invisible companion to do one. ‘We had a month of sun, sex, sand and sangria in July. And it’ll soon be Christmas; time to do it again. Get lost and leave me alone with my imaginings.’

Begrudgingly, Mary Rose vanished. Going up in a lift to K Floor Heather contrasted her two new girls, the way you do when there are two vibrantly new girls in your life. And there certainly was a contrast. WPC Green was maybe thirty and in a lesbian relationship with some lady currently doing whatever in Florida. Keeping news about her girlfriend mostly to herself, the sexy policewoman had jumped at the chance of sleeping with a twenty-year-old student, not hesitating to consider any strings attached, be they Stateside or otherwise.

Not that Heather had bothered about strings. Suspecting a girl like WPC Carole Green simply had to have one sort of a lover or other somewhere, she’d taken a management decision and shagged her without one backward glance.

In fact she’d shagged her without pausing for a single thought. Women like her and Carole just had to shag on sight, it was as straightforward as that, a truth universally acknowledged.

Lorna was very different. She was also a twenty-year-old student. Until yesterday she’d been deep in a straight relationship and not in the least bi-curious . . . But not anymore. Oh no.

The very newness of sexual possibilities never failed to appeal to Heather. Back at their exclusive all-girls’ school she and Mary Rose had competed to have the most lovers. But they had competed about anything and everything, so maybe their approach to sex was only to be expected.

Get someone new then move on to the next. That was how they’d been. “New” was the be all and end all, even if “new” sometimes involved guys.

New girls were best of all, though. To feel unfamiliar yet intimate muscles clenching around a finger or tongue, accompanied by grateful gasps and groans . . .

That very first, tentative lick on a brand-new, open, willing and wet fanny . . .

Yes, new girls were best of all. Not that second dates were anything to be sneezed at. That WPC was tall, well-built and highly experienced. She’d had no hesitation in using a vibrator on Heather . . . along with all the love-making equipment Mother Nature had provided. Way Heather saw it she’d have other toys and would use them on her in due course. Seeing as she was in the process of amassing a wide and varied toy collection of her own, it seemed only fair to share and share alike. Therefore this Friday night at her place was the time to experiment.

This Friday iskenderun escort night was the time to harness up and shag Carole until she couldn’t walk in a straight line.

Lorna had been promised Saturday night and all of Sunday morning. Assuming that her (hopefully by now ex-) boyfriend hadn’t sweet-talked her around, she was going to get it too, but not in the strap-on format. Surprising herself with her restraint, last night Heather had completely avoided her notorious hurricane mode and kept well clear of her oh-so-tempting chest of earthly playthings.

Saturday would be different, however.

Saturday she’d show Lorna her best double-ender and ask if she wanted to try, nicely and gently and very, very slowly. That was, she was sure, the way to go: mutual penetration with the accent on being soft and so, so steady.

Mature, sensible and uniting their bodies in the most unforgettable way, so to speak.

Mmmm . . . yes, yes, yes.

*****

Lorna was there in the Union Bar at lunchtime, as promised, but seemed reluctant to be introduced to the inhabitants of Lesbians’ Corner. Not wanting to press her (still avidly looking forward to Saturday and Sunday) Heather didn’t insist. Instead she bought three rounds, rejecting her friend’s attempts to stand her corner, always insisting she was “in the chair”.

‘It is early days,’ she said, ‘and we’ve all sorts ahead of us. Not least Sunday morning: red-hot sex in the sunshine and all that.’

Lorna blushed, rolled her eyes and made some sort of snort. ‘So you keep saying.’

That prompted Heather to ask the million-dollar question. ‘What about your boyfriend?’

Lorna snorted again. ‘Put it this way; me and him aren’t an issue anymore.’

‘Taken his bat and ball home, has he?’

‘You could say that. And you could also say he’s not taken it manfully. I don’t know what I ever saw in him. Is he a sulky bitch or what?’

Heather was wise enough not to follow that line.

‘Guys get too possessive,’ she said. ‘It’s a slippery slope.’

‘Have you had lovers? Guys, I mean?’

‘I’ve had several. And I like guys. But I prefer girls. Girls are all ace lovers. Guys can be indifferent.’

‘Indifferent?’

‘I hate to sound predictable, but lots of guys are only after one thing, aren’t they? It doesn’t take them very long to get there, either.’

Lorna scrunched her so-very-sexy nose. ‘Are all girls really ace lovers?

‘You bet they are.’

‘Am I?’

‘Lie back and spread your wings. I’ll gladly remind you exactly how wonderful you are.’

‘We happen to be in a crowded bar.’

‘So we are! And I thought we were alone in a cosy bedroom.’

Making the most intimate eye contact imaginable, they laughed together.

‘I wish we were alone in a bedroom,’ said Lorna.

‘And so do I.’ said Heather, kissing her softly and so, so tenderly. ‘If only it was Saturday, right?’

‘I can’t wait.’

‘That makes two of us.’

Sincere as she was, even as she spoke Heather was conscious of her diary. Bashing that thug in the corner shop had made her more desirable than ever. Her “next available dates” really were booked up until the middle of next week.

And tonight was no exception. Sad as it was Lorna wasn’t getting a look-in tonight. She’d been beaten to it, so to speak. Promises had been made.

And if nothing else, Hev always kept her promises.

Chapter Two

(Friday morning)

Claire had been on Heather’s radar/gaydar forever. Agreeing a Thursday night date with her had been easy-peasy. So too had been shagging her for eight hours on end. Claire had at one time been in big lesbian relationship but had split maybe a month ago. And, in the aftermath of Heather’s corner-shop heroics, she’d as good as offered herself up on a plate.

How rude would it have been to say no!

And how good did Claire’s folds taste, previously preserved for one favoured palate only, now openly available for the likes of hungry Hev.

Yum, yum, yum!

Heather couldn’t begin to describe how much she liked having sex with girls. Okay, she liked to have sex with guys too but, as she’d hinted to Lorna, too many guys flashed in the pan. Sometimes just half an hour and they were gone, never to be seen again.

But some girls could go on all night.

Leastways some of the girls she’d shagged with could: longer and longest, more and more. Yes, that was the ticket. And never forgetting that having sex with girls was infinitely better in the first place . . .

So Thursday night and Claire it was. Perhaps a tad on the chubby side but with a simply magnificent chest, Claire was good company and she really did taste like nectar. Heather couldn’t keep her mouth away from her deep, sweet well. No girl with half a brain could have. Claire’s well was divine.

Licking her wet, readily openness was beyond delightful.

Licking her wet, readily openness was a gift from the gods.

Lucky Heather or what?

*****

Because she was, after all, only human, elazığ escort Heather didn’t shag Claire forever: nothing last forever, does it? Not even Freddie Mercury. She did shag her for an awfully long time though, and it got ever better and better.

Receiving a tribbing onslaught was obviously Claire’s Specialist Subject. If she ever got to appear on Mastermind she would set all-time records. And it wasn’t entirely as if she was a greedy receiver. Her enthusiastic responses to Heather’s increasingly vigorous lunges and thrusts were simply superb.

Supposedly the giver, Heather came almost as often as the delightful (and delighted) taker.

During those glorious first eight hours alone together neither of them showed any inclination to take a break. Frequently shifting positions, sharing bare thighs sometimes and then switching to direct fanny-to-fanny, they went on and on. Sharing most of the orgasms was good as well.

There was something about Claire. If asked early on Hev might have said she was relatively innocent. That having been in a settled relationship had limited her range of sex acts to the ones she and her ex had preferred. But, as the night progressed, she discarded that notion into her trash.

Yes, Claire might have been limited for activities but she was by no means innocent about the ones she liked. Indeed she excelled in the ones she liked. Even Heather learnt from the experience, and she’d thought she knew almost everything.

Claire’s version of upright sixty-nine was sheer heaven.

And that boob-rubbing thing she did . . .

Good grief yes; yes please!

*****

Licking Claire’s clit was as suitable a waking up call as Heather could think of. Okay, so, it was one of about a thousand possibilities, but it suited most purposes. And by no means did she limit herself to merely using her tongue-tip. The effect was immensely rewarding for both parties. Softly simmering, getting hotter by every second, her willing victim always wanting more and more attention . . .

Fingers roaming just everywhere, all in intimate places . . .

What was there not to like!

Heather secretly smirked. In her failed relationship Claire had been very much a “girl”. Personally Hev didn’t give a fig about fixed roles but she did quite enjoy role-playing. Every so often she was perfectly content to be the butch or the bitch, or pushy or meek and quite ridiculously compliant. To her sharing a big barrow-load of orgasms was infinitely more important than being the boss. And sharing orgasms was easy-peasy. She could cum at the drop of a hat, giving or taking.

Pretending to be a tad bossy wasn’t an issue.

Now, however, it was Claire’s time to shine. Heather’s best estimate of her early morning talent was one climax every ten minutes, all increasingly powerful. And it was easy enough to keep a count. The girl invariably dug her heels into the mattress just before the critical moment, flexing urgently upwards, bending her spine to a scarily unnatural angle, panting and gasping as if her life depended on it, those fiercely erect nipples of hers pointing up to the ceiling while her backbone creaked and complained.

Hev’s instinctive response was to flex urgently downwards and the results only got better.

Sensible Heather (yes, there was one!) watched this latest series on through to seven, to match her wave theory. Waves came in sets of seven, no? Waves set off small, got bigger and bigger, then hit the seventh and started all over again. Blame it on the moon but that’s the way it was.

‘It’s all true,’ Claire said after nearly crushing a vertebra or two, and breathlessly at that.

“What is, asked Heather, still basking in the afterglow.

‘You are the world’s best lover. ‘

‘Nice of you to say so, but I tend to doubt it.’

Claire’s hand landed lightly on Heather’s thigh. Her stroke was beyond merely erotic.

‘It’s time to get up,’ Heather protested.

‘And this is our one night together,’ Claire replied. ‘You can’t cut me adrift without leaving me fully and absolutely sated. And I need to repay you for your endeavours.’

Heather shrugged. She had reasonably important lectures to attend. But flattery never hurt, and Claire did sound serious.

‘Repay me next week,’ she suggested without really thinking.

‘Next week!’

‘Yeah: why not? I don’t do relationships but there’s no problem with second encounters.’

‘Omigod, I get to go again?’ Claire’s face was flushed with excitement.

Inwardly Heather sighed. What had got into her just lately? She was offering seconds to every new girl she even kissed!

Not that the last three didn’t deserve seconds. They were all deserving in intriguingly different ways.

‘Of course you do,’ she said out loud, smiling to prove she meant it. ‘I need to check the old diary, but I’ll fit you in somewhere, I promise.’

‘Now you’ve gone and turned me on even more.’ Claire laughed. ‘No way are you getting out of this bed without fucking me again and again.’

‘I thought denizli escort it was your turn.’

‘That was before. That can wait until next week. Now I want to be fucked every which way and all my studying can go hang. Take me any way you want. Just do it forever.’

‘Okay, put it like that . . .’

Chapter Three

Friday lunchtime was when Heather started having doubts. Well, not quite true. For all her friendship, Lorna had started behaving like a girlfriend right from the off. Okay, so she just turned up lunchtimes and didn’t want to hold hands or anything. But she most definitely didn’t make any noticeable effort to focus on anyone apart from Heather.

A blind woman could have seen that.

So too did every last girl on Lesbians’ Corner.

Lorna was in thrall and there was no doubt about it. She showed up at noon like a faithful little puppy, wanting to chat, exchange rounds and be with Heather for every second possible. She’d absolutely no interest in anyone else yet somehow wasn’t over the top.

Well, she was in the opinion of the gals on The Corner, but Heather mostly excused her.

The gals regularly and openly cheered Lorna on in her pursuit of the girl who wouldn’t be tied down under any circumstances.

(Not commitment-wise; tying down games had been known to happen!)

Throughout all this Heather had never once discouraged Lorna, not even with Claire watching there in the wings. Not even with two more . . . new, new, new . . . dates imminently about to happen.

How could she possibly discourage a girl like Lorna?

There again, Lorna was tomorrow night’s treat. Even if she was coldly, calculatingly encouraging the girl to get more deeply involved, tonight was a night for sex with her sexy policewoman.

That was it: full stop.

She didn’t just want to shag Carole tonight . . . she simply had to.

When they did meet up . . . after Carole’s shift and with no uniforms involved, worst luck . . . they were in a smart town-centre pub which seemed to focus more on meals that beer.

‘So,’ Carole began,’ ‘Miss Love Lost isn’t on your ass.’

‘She feels good on my ass,’ Heather responded lightly, crossing her fingers behind her back, ‘and stop fretting: she isn’t really a rival.’

‘Yes she is.’

‘No she isn’t. And stop it. I don’t do rivalries in the first place.’

‘You’ve another ten lined up after her, haven’t you?’

That gave Heather pause for thought. She had two other newbies, but they weren’t exactly alone on the list. Her list was miles long. She even divided entrants into “Probables” and “Possibles”, just like rugby union selectors used to do.

‘I play the field,’ she said finally, repeating the old mantra. ‘If I remember correctly, I’ve never said I did anything else.’

Before Carole could respond (or perhaps begin to argue) an exceptionally good-looking guy arrived at their table. He was well-presented and oozed self-possession; the sort of guy who could easily charm birds out of trees and women out of their knickers.

‘It’s Carole Green,’ he exclaimed in greeting, ‘and your wonderful helper by your side! What an honour it is to have you here on my premises, arm in arm.’

Carole didn’t so much as smile as scowl. ‘This is one of your establishments, is it, Harry?’

‘Of course it is,’ the guy persisted, ‘I’ve fingers in all pies, remember? But let me leave you love birds together. And worry not about money. The rest of tonight’s on me.’

Heather was baffled by the exchange and Carole wouldn’t expand until they were well away from the pub, safely ensconced in a favoured curry house, without sampling any free drinks on Harry’s tab.’

‘The guy’s ultimate trash,’ she said. ‘He’s a murderous bastard. No, what did Napoleon say about that right-hand man of his? He is shit in a silk stocking.’

Heather had heard the quote before and laughed. ‘Way I heard it, Talleyrand was the class half of the act. But what do I know about France apart from Pinot Grigio rules okay? Boney was just a despot.’

Then, after a waiter had proved them with pints of Cobra and taken their orders, realizing Carole was still irked, she asked why Harry had said the night was on him.

‘Because he’ll do anything to get an edge; if we’d stayed and supped his free ale I would be indebted. And I can’t be indebted to a twat like him. It would kill my career. And, trust me, he knows that.’

‘So what does he actually do?’

‘Officially he owns pubs, shops, restaurants, haulage companies . . . As he said, he has fingers in lots of pies. Unofficially he runs all sorts of scams. Robberies, drugs, smuggling, forging, clocked cars . . . you name it and he’s involved.’

‘Excuse me for asking, but how do you know all this as a uniformed WPC?’

‘I’m a late entrant as far as coppers go, but I intend to progress. Brian’s helping me win my stripes but I’m set on CID. After that there’s no end of opportunities. And there’s no glass ceiling; not anymore.’

Impressed by Carole’s ambition and earnestness, Heather swigged lager then smiled at the waiter as he arrived with their chicken liver starters.

And then she caught sight of a fellow-diner and nearly died. Deep-brown, not quite black and beyond beautiful, the girl was sheer perfection. And that was coming from a lady in the company of easily the sexiest policewoman in the universe.

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Kelly applied the ice pack to my injured knee and I winced in pain.

“Thanks Kelly.” I said with genuine appreciation.

“No sweat.” She stated in a sympathetic tone.

Kelly was a senior and one of the best players on our college volleyball team. During a team scrimmage, she spiked a ball at the net that I went after with a vengeance. As I stretched out my body in an effort to return volley, my leg gave out with my knee crashing to the floor. The result of my concerted effort was a severe sprain that had me writhing in pain.

When the whistle sounded at the end of the scrimmage, I saw Kelly walking over towards me.

“You Ok?” Kelly asked with real concern.

“Yeah, I guess so?” I said with a dry mouth. My knee had puffed up considerably and was tender to the touch.

From the first day of practice, I developed a crush on Kelly. Her long, lean and muscular body was a sight to behold in the girls’ locker room. If that weren’t enough, she was very pretty with a nice personality.

While I was considered a talented sophomore, Kelly was gifted enough to be mentioned as a possible Olympic candidate. We became friends as well as teammates and she took me under her wing. I was a better player because of her guidance.

However, outside of practice I acted like some love struck twit when she was around me. My mouth got dry and when I tried to speak, I sounded like a blithering idiot. But, whenever I looked into her beautiful hazel colored eyes, I practically melted.

With Kelly supporting my upper body, I hobbled back to the locker room. Just the nearness of her body had my pussy twitching and my heart pounding in my chest.

At the school infirmary, the doctor confirmed it was a severe sprain and I missed the next week of practices. With my knee tightly bandaged, I sat on the bench and watched the team but mostly Kelly. The girl was talented and her instincts during a match were usually flawless.

As Kelly controlled the net lane with her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, she reminded me of my best friend Karen who introduced me to the joys of girl on girl sex.

It all the started the year I graduated high school and was invited to spend part of the summer with Karen in California. We had been very close friends and swim team members until she moved to California after sophomore year of high school.

It had been two years since I had seen Karen and although we were both eighteen, her transformation was far more advanced. I noticed the moment I saw her at the airport in Los Angeles.

Karen had the “California Girl” look with long blonde hair, nice tan, small but perky breasts, blue eyes and pretty face. After we exchanged pleasantries, we hoped into her Mom’s car and took off down the freeway.

Karen’s home was the typical California split level with a swimming pool that took up most of the backyard. I was dying to get a tan and we went to her room to change clothes.

Although I had seen Karen naked before, it was the first time I felt inadequate around her.

Karen was slender but with curves in all the right places. Her breasts were probably a B cup; round and firm with longish nipples. She had a lush triangle of hair above her pussy and a lean athletic body that ending in a very tight butt.

I, on the other hand, was a pale, slim brunette with small swells for breasts that were mostly nipple and sparse wispy hairs above my slit. I had no curves to speak of with boyish hips and butt.

When Karen turned around resplendent in her swimsuit, I was instantly jealous. She looked stunning in her tiny pink bikini. I wondered if there was something in the water or air in California that made the difference.

Over the next few days, we spent most afternoons by the pool with me ogling Karen’s hot body.

Unbeknownst to Karen, I experienced bi curious feelings most of my senior year in high school but never acted on them. As a member of the swim and volleyball teams, I had several hot teammates to choose from for my masturbation fantasies.

My fascination with Karen’s body did not go unnoticed by her. Whenever she caught me looking, she would give me a cunning smile.

Karen’s mom was usually around in the afternoon but one day she had to report to the studio. She had a job as a minor character on a soap opera and was called in for a weeks worth of tapings.

The first day of her absence, Karen suggested we go topless for a better overall tan. I was nervous to say the least but with gentle prodding from Karen I agreed.

Reclining on my lounger, I had an unobstructed side view of Karen’s sexy titties. She caught me staring yet again.

“Do you think my boobs are too small?” she inquired with faux sincerity.

I tried to find my voice but it failed me and I continued staring. Karen got up and sat on side of the lounger facing me with her luscious tits proudly thrust out from her chest. She had a shit eating grin on her face. Her boobs, especially the long stubby nipples, had my pussy creaming and she denizli escort knew it.

“Want to feel them?” She asked in a sensuous way.

I hesitated for a moment but I heard myself say the words.

“I do, but not out here.” I said very timidly.

“It’s time for lunch anyway.” She stated with authority and we put our tops on and headed to the kitchen.

Karen retrieved the sandwiches from the refrigerator and we ate but mostly in silence. We both realized that our friendship was going to take a new direction. At the same time, my thoughts were dominated by questions about my sexual orientation.

After we put the dishes in the dishwasher, Karen had a predatory look on her pretty mug. As we made our way to the family room, I stared with unbridled lust at her tight ass. My pussy was wet and I wanted to finger myself for relief.

I was standing in the middle of room when Karen turned her back toward me, then lifted her hair up and out of the way. I was instantly aware of what she wanted me to do and with my hands quaking nervously, I unclasped her bikini top.

Karen turned around and the top fell off her arms to the floor. I gawked at her softball size swells capped with those longish nipples; mesmerized by the raw display of beauty.

Without any prodding, I palmed and squeezed Karen’s cute tits. Her nipples swelled and elongated as the sudden urge to suck them overtook me.

At first, I gently licked the stiffened nubs, with Karen gasping her approval. But, soon I was sucking contentedly and loud moans escaped her throat.

“Ooh, that feels good” Karen purred and gently held my head.

The sensation of the rigid bud between my lips with my tongue flicking away on the sensitive end, was enormously seductive.

I spent a long time worshiping Karen’s tits and when I was finally sated, noticed we were both breathing very hard. The entire time, she had been moving her butt in a slightly circular motion against my leg.

I was anxious to see Karen’s pussy and I didn’t have to wait long. She wiggled her ass then, slowly pulled her bikini bottoms done her legs and stepped out of them.

Open mouthed I gawked at Karen’s beautiful naked body and a conflagration stirred in my loins. She struck a sexy pose and gave me her best come hither look.

With feline grace, Karen moved over to an easy chair and draped her legs over the arms. I went to a kneeling position so I could get a better look at her pussy. A dark blonde triangle of hair covered her prominent mound and the lips were partially separated and glistening with moisture.

I could feel Karen’s intense gaze boring into me as I gaped at her very wet sex. It was the first time I would touch a pussy other than my own. With my index finger, I gently explored her beautiful slit. My probing was really turning her on as her breathing became much more rapid.

Karen took charge.

“Oh baby, ooh, ooh, stroke me up and down.” She commanded.

Obedient in my new role, I tenderly stroked Karen’s pussy but with increasing intensity and gingerly thumbed her clit. Karen was moaning and moved her hips forward against my probing digits.

With utter fascination, I watched as Karen’s hole leaked a lot of fluid that trickled down to the crack of her ass and coated my fingers. I didn’t know at the time but she was on the verge of an orgasm.

Karen threw her head back and screamed. “OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!” and her body shook convulsively from an orgasm.

It was the first time I witnessed an orgasm other than my own and it excited me. My fingers were coated with her juices and some dark desire took shape inside me and wanted to taste the fluid. I took the fingers into my mouth and sucked the wetness off.

I loved the taste. My first sampling of another girl’s pussy cream and I was ravenous for more.

Karen was staring at me with lust in her eyes and the aroma from her aroused pussy was stimulating my libido into overdrive.

As I knelt in front of Karen’s wide open legs staring at her soaked slit, I realized that the source of the tangy juice was right in front me. When I leaned forward, Karen scooted her pretty pussy toward my open mouth.

Tentatively, I licked her creamy gash. When my tongue collected enough droplets of nectar, I instinctively swallowed. Soon I discovered that the more I licked, the more her pussy seeped fluid.

By now my mouth was glued to Karen’s throbbing sex and I wantonly sucked and swallowed her creamy discharge. Breathing in rapid gasps, her gaze was fixed on me devouring her lovely pussy.

As I raked Karen’s clit with my rigid tongue, she threw her legs over my shoulders and ground her pussy on my drenched face. Her hips bucked wildly and I had a hard time keeping up with her movements.

“Oh God! I’m gonna come!” she bellowed.

When I sucked the ultra sensitive protrusion, Allison responded with a deafening,

“Oh Fuck, I’m Cominggg!”

The words surged out of Allison’s heaving adana escort chest, and she was in the throes of another orgasm. My mouth remained sealed over her pussy as spasm after spasm wracked her body.

Karen continued to shudder and quake as I lapped every drop of moisture from her gasping gash. When I rested my weary head and sore tongue against her thigh, Karen looked at me with tenderness.

“That was wonderful!” she stated in a dreamy voice.

I smiled broadly and knew I would eat Karen’s tasty pussy any time she wanted me too.

“Where did you learn to eat a girls’ cunny?” she asked with a mixture of awe and admiration.

I confessed to Karen that one Friday night, when my parents were attending my brother’s wrestling match, I found a pile of girl on girl videos in my father’s closet. I learned everything from those videos.

My face and hair were streaked with her sticky discharge and I left to shower. As I soaped my body, I fingered my sopping slit and erupted in orgasm.

The rest of the afternoon, we were topless in our loungers by the pool. As Karen recounted her first girl/girl experience in California, my pussy dampened and creamed until the moisture dripped in my bottoms.

“I really wasn’t bi curious until I moved to California. But, I have to confess that my teammates on the swim team were the hottest of the hot.” She gushed with sparkling eyes.

Karen stretched out her scrumptious body in a feral pose of feminine beauty.

“I was totally infatuated with Claudia, a senior and prettiest girl on the team. One weekend, I was invited to her home for a sleepover and it turned into a girl on girl pussy party.” She said rather wistfully.

In spite of my growing excitement over her story, I was very tired and fell asleep. When I woke from a brief nap, Karen said she was hungry and we ordered from a nearby take out restaurant.

The food was exceptional and we ate every drop.

“What about dessert? I asked innocently and hoped she had some ice cream in the freezer.

Karen pondered my question for a moment and said she’d be back in a minute. I heard her in the kitchen and wondered what she was doing. As I entered the room, I saw Karen was naked and sitting spread eagle on the table with her hot crotch on display. She looked at me and smiled.

“Come and get it!” She cooed and spread her legs even farther for emphasis.

For the second time that day I was on my knees eating Karen’s steamy pussy and loving it.

A hunger, a sexual hunger consumed me and I feasted on Karen any time she wanted. At some point, her ass looked very tempting and I added butt munching to my repertoire.

Karen would finger me to some very satisfying orgasms but that was the extent of her reciprocation. It was gratifying but I wanted more.

The last night of my visit, I ferociously ate Karen’s soaking wet pussy like a mad woman. As I greedily sucked creamy juice from her throbbing hole, she howled with orgasmic fever.

It was nearly dawn when I finished my assault and we collapsed in exhaustion. The plane ride home was depressing but when I started thinking of Karen’s hot slit, I masturbated in the tiny bathroom for relief.

In four short weeks I started college and my tryouts for swimming and track were disappointing. Both coaches said I desperately needed strength training and I started lifting weights with a vengeance.

Thoughts of Karen were never far from my mind and I wondered where I would find a similar experience in college. My roommate, Becky, was very conservative and shy. It took most of our first semester to get comfortable with each other.

Before winter break, I noticed that my body had a leaner more defined appearance. When I flexed my arms, little biceps popped up. While I thought I lacked femininity, I had acquired a few more curves.

Over Christmas, my friend Allison invited me to spend New Year’s with her family in Cancun. We had known each other since elementary school and we were swim team members in high school. After Karen moved to California, we became best friends.

In some ways Allison looked like Karen with the slim build and blonde hair. But there the similarities ended. Karen had the “California Girl” look, while Allison had that wholesome and pretty mid-western “girl next door” look.

Allison had a lean and muscular body but with a very feminine appearance. During my first bi curious phase, she was the center attraction in quite a few of my nightly “let the fingers do the walking” scenarios.

We both knew about same sex flings on the swim team in high school but Allison never expressed an interest in that type of activity.

The condo her father rented in Cancun was a two story marvel with its own private pool and view of the Caribbean. It came fully equipped with maid service and cook.

We finished a delicious lunch and Allison claimed the top floor room for us. We were champing at the bit to get out and sunbath by the pool.

Neither of malatya escort us was shy about undressing in front of the other but Allison’s body had undergone some changes. Her breasts had grown to a full looking “B” or better and her hips and body in general was curvier. She was obviously weight training because her muscles showed a lot of definition.

What I failed to realize was the fact that my body had undergone a transformation as well.

“Wow, you’re looking pretty sexy.” Allison stated breathlessly.

“So are you!” I answered just as enthusiastically.

When our mutual admiration fest was over, we sprinted down to the pool and slathered tanning oil on our bodies. Allison’s mother appeared and said they were going into town to meet some friends for dinner. We were allowed to stay behind but not before her mother gave us a laundry list of instructions and rules.

I found it more than a little galling but Allison reminded me that “we weren’t in Kansas, Toto.”

With the privacy afforded by the pool, I suggested we go topless and much to my surprise, Allison whipped off her top. Her breasts rode high on her chest with broad nipples topped in the center by a pebble like bump.

For most of the afternoon, I stared at Allison’s sexy tits and she caught me a few times and admonished me with a fake scowl. Her response intrigued me and I wondered if she was bi curious as well.

It was close to dinner time when Allison’s cell phone rang. Her folks were staying in town and going on a party cruise. From the pool deck, I saw the cook looking out the kitchen window and covered up quickly.

We sat in the dimly lit dining room and shared a few glasses of wine. Allison chatted about her first semester at college and I related my experience. The cook announced she was leaving for the day and we were alone.

On the patio deck, we leisurely ate the delicious meal and drank more wine. My head was buzzing and my libido was in overdrive. Allison suggested we go back to the pool and with the sultry night air, the water was deeply refreshing.

Allison’s face had a mercurial look.

“Ever been with a girl? You know, like sexually?” She inquired nervously.

“Yeah.” Was all I managed to croak out of my throat.

Allison’s expression dissolved to one of extreme interest and maybe lust. Without saying a word, she stripped her bikini and was gloriously naked. I quickly followed suit and my pussy juiced with anticipation.

Allison’ splashed water at me and it was time for some horseplay. She jumped on my back and rode me around the pool. More splashing followed and she dove down in an attempt to swim thru my legs.

As Allison swam thru my legs, she slid a finger along my slobbering slit that made me jump in surprise. When she surfaced, she burst out laughing from the look on my face.

Not to be outdone, I tried the same maneuver with similar results. When I slowly rose to the surface, Allison had a hungry look and took me in her arms.

Allison gazed at me and I lost myself in her pale blue eyes. I was never more ready for an encounter with her. She kissed me with a tenderness that wobbled my knees.

“Perhaps we should go inside.” She stated in a sexy voice.

As she strode ahead of me, I pinched her cute ass making her jump. In the bedroom, I landed on top of her and we made out like two horny high school kids.

I kissed her head and neck, up one arm and down the next. I sensually tongued her upper chest and trailed wet kisses until I zeroed in on her beautiful breasts.

Because I wanted to savor every minute and make the pleasure last for Allison, I took my sweet old time and nipped at the distended stubs. She let out a loud and long moan as her body writhed in pleasure. Then, I tongue whipped them as she held my head and wailed her approval.

Finally, I sucked with childlike need and Allison writhed on the bed. She humped her pussy against my leg and was it ever wet. I told her to slow down and she did.

Finally, my gaze settled on her pussy and I felt a yearning like no other deep in my body. I kissed her gently on the lips, trying to protract the mood. When I pulled back, she was smiling at me. I bent my head for another kiss and this time it lasted longer.

Breaking the kiss, I told her to lean up against the headboard with her legs splayed and raise her butt so I could place a pillow underneath. Lying prone on the bed, I had a great view of her pussy.

The lips had separated and the pink inner folds glistened with moisture from humping my leg. Allison had a neatly trimmed strip of curly blonde pubes above her slit. I took a long time kissing and licking the insides of her legs up to her pussy.

As I nuzzled Allison’s bush with my nose, her aroma filled my nostrils. Placing kisses along the length of her sopping wet slit, she kept trying to hump my face.

A tiny trickle of fluid ran down from the bottom of her slice and disappeared in the crack of her ass.

“Oh God! Please eat me!” she wailed with need.

I decided Allison had waited long enough, so I flattened my tongue and ran it from the bottom of her slit to just below her clit, gathering her secretions on my tongue. I quickly swallowed the fluid and marveled at the taste. It was tart and slightly pungent but downright intoxicating.

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Her innocent young eyes looked up with her mind concentrating on withstanding the task at hand. The first guy pulled his cock out and she gasped for air.

“Let’s spit roast this bitch.” The second guy said. “On all fours, you slut.”

She complied. Her face and pussy were soon occupied and she see sawed back and forth with special attention to the cock filling her mouth.

“What’s this bitch’s name again?”

“Tasha, I think. Who cares.”

She heard them, but he was right. The feeling of being a submissive slut allowed her to ignore whatever was left of her dignity. The two guys helped themselves to the rest of her body, grabbing her tits and slapping her ass. And she let them. For the time being, she was just their sex toy.

***

Natasha clutched her precious wine glass as she spied on her daughter from the window. Always hanging around the same group of boys. She didn’t want to make any judgments, but boys were always trouble. She pulled the curtain shut and returned to her study where Sophia was dusting.

“Slut, what has my dear daughter said about her social life?”

Sophia stopped her cleaning.

“She no talk much about friends. Always about class.”

“I want you to start asking her about her personal life. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Lexington.”

***

Natasha entered Dorian’s secluded study. He was busy typing up some sort of report. She knew he was hiding something because it was always the same reaction when she bothered him. Once the doorknob starting turning, she heard two mouse clicks and then immediate typing, every time without fail.

Dorian looked up and smiled. “What brings you in this neck of the woods?”

Natasha didn’t really care if he was hiding something. Whatever it was had no baring on her. She had more pressing matters.

“Why does that girl only hang around with boys?” Natasha said.

“Who did you hang around with when you were that age?” Dorian asked.

Natasha shot him a look.

“Like mother, like daughter.” Dorian said. He walked over to his wife.

“Yes, but I regret that.”

Dorian grabbed Natasha and pinned her to the wall.

“Don’t think for a second that part of you is gone.” Dorian said. “If I wanted to, I could unleash the slut any second.”

He kissed her on the lips and let go. She straightened her dress and slapped him across the face.

“How dare you grab me like that.” Natasha said.

“What’s my punishment, my lady?” Dorian said with sly grin.

Natasha raised her eyebrow and shoved him to his knees. She slammed the study room door shut.

***

After brief oral pleasure from her husband, Natasha checked in on Bradley. She knew he had a test coming up and wanted to see the progress made with Sophia. She stood at the doorway and peaked in. Brad and Sophia sat at his desk with multiple books splayed out. The lust in his eyes coupled with her naivety made either party none to the wiser. Natasha couldn’t blame him. She could barely keep her eyes of her smooth tanned skin and innocent persona. It was a treat to enjoy her company personally every night. She could tell it was the highlight of her son’s day too.

The study session came to an end an Sophia saw Natasha watching. She bowed her head and passed by on her way to her next duty. Natasha entered her son’s room and sat on the bed.

“How are your tutoring sessions going, Bradley?” Natasha asked.

Bradley slumped in his chair, his annoyance palpable.

“Fine.”

“You two are really hitting it off.”

“She’s really smart.”

“And hot.”

Bradley’s face turned red.

“I’d say your focus is about 70% on her tits and 30% on what she’s actually saying. And that’s a generous 30%”

“You’re making this really uncomfortable.” Bradley said.

“How do you think she feels with your eyes just staring at her body?”

“I don’t know mom, ask her.”

He put his headphones on to tune her out. She yanked them off.

“How come you enjoy time with her and not me, then.” Natasha asked.

“Because…” Bradley hesitated. “She’s just a better mom. She listens, she’s smart. And ya she’s really hot, but I got a date with this cute girl using her advice.”

Natasha was embarrassed her son felt that way.

“I just feel like I trust her more than you.” He said and then placed his headphones back on.

Natasha stood for a moment. He wasn’t wrong. Beyond making sure Madelyn didn’t end up as the school slut, Natasha never took an interest in her kids life. The downside of having money was the selfishness it invoked. Natasha never had to lift a finger to raise the kids. She had helpers for that. Despite not working, she went right back to her normal life right after they were born. In fact it was a celebration to be able to enjoy her precious wine again. She loved her kids without question, but there was no pressure to influence their life. Whether they succeeded or failed, there was already a safety net in place. Let them learn life’s lessons iskenderun escort the hard way. Her watch vibrated. It was time to go visit her friend Regina. Natasha was so in love with the uniform, she wanted to show it off and she couldn’t think of anyone better than someone who also had a maid.

***

Regina greeted Natasha with open arms and a soft kiss on each cheek. Natasha returned the favor. Both women had a similar life path, so it was no surprise they met as trophy wives and instantly clicked. Whereas Natasha always looked on her past with regret and anger, Regina looked back at the many experimentation phases with no regrets, only a desire to make better future decisions.

Regina lead her to their usual Gossip Den.

“The usual?” Regina said.

Natasha answered with a slight nod.

“Jacqueline, two Chateau Lafite.” Regina instructed her maid.

Jacqueline bowed slightly and left. Her maid uniform was simple and functional. Regina never really cared about the looks of her maid, she just wanted the work to be done perfectly. And that meant a functional uniform. Natasha was excited to show Regina her feisty new maid and specifically her new uniform. She opened her phone and handed it to Regina.

“This is our new slut.” Natasha said.

Regina scrolled through the pictures. “She looks like a little firecracker.”

Natasha smiled. “She’s under me at least once a day.

Regina laughed and handed her phone back.

“You always had a knack for breaking them fast.” Regina said. “The uniform is absolutely gorgeous. Where did you get it from?”

“My husband surprised me with both.”

“Never took him as someone with an eye for that sort of thing.”

“Neither did I.”

Jacqueline returned with the wine and handed it to each lady. She stood off to the side to await further orders. Natasha raised her phone towards the maid.

“What do you think of my new little slut?” Natasha said.

The maid remained standing upright. Even if she could see the phone from that distance, her response would be the same.

“She’s gorgeous, Mrs. Lexington.” Jacqueline said.

“And the dress.”

“Beautiful.”

Natasha nodded in agreement and put her phone away beaming with pride. She picked up the wine and took a sip.

“I have it here with me.” Natasha said.

“The uniform?” Regina asked.

“I know you value comfort over looks, but I really think it blends both requirements very well.” Natasha looked at Jacqueline. “And you’re not doing her any favors with that drab thing.”

Regina stared at Natasha through narrowed eyes. The number one rule was never to insult the host, but something had to be said about her maid’s bland uniform. Jacqueline was doing all she could with what she was given, but she needed something better to work with.

“Well why don’t you try it on and show me.” Regina said.

“I was thinking that Jac…”

Regina waved her hand. “She’s still on duty at the moment. I don’t need her playing dress up.”

“I’ll leave you one for her to try later, we have plenty.”

“You afraid you might like it?”

Natasha’s cheeks flushed.

“It was just a suggestion, Regina. Forget I even mentioned it.”

“All this trouble and you’re not going to show me?”

Natasha looked up at Jacqueline. She wondered what went through their minds as they stood like statues patiently awaiting their next order. Sophia was the same way. Mindless obedience. If she put the uniform on and mimicked that, would she like it? The answer scared her. She knew her complacency had been dormant since her early days with her husband, but it was still lurking underneath. All it needed was the right trigger. Regina had always been her friend, but discretely telling her that her maid’s uniform sucked also implied she had horrible fashion sense. The challenge to put on the uniform was just that: a challenge. If she complied with the request, the power dynamic between them shifted back to the middle.

“Fine.”

Natasha stood up and grabbed the gift bag she had brought in. After 30 minutes of fiddling around and making sure everything was in its proper place, she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked stunning. With the help of her heels pushing her ass up, the black dress completely accentuated her curvy body. The sparkling diamonds on the uniform gave it an elegant feel, but she looked and felt like a maid. The one thing that stood out was her large diamond ring. No maid would ever be wearing such a ring and it made the entire outfit unbelievable. She took the ring off and placed it with her other items. For now she was just Natasha the maid.

With her head held high, Natasha confidently strode back into the Gossip Den. Regina’s eyes widened in delight.

“My goodness, Natasha, you look absolutely stunning.” Regina said.

Natasha did a few cat walks in front of Regina before stopping before her.

“Voila.” Natasha said gesturing at her uniform.

Regina diyarbakır escort remained seated and took the last sip of her wine.

“I have to admit, you were right. It looks amazing. But is it functional?”

Natasha bent over to show how the material hugged her body. Any action performed would be pleasurable in the dress for both the wearer and the viewer.

“Maid. Why don’t you get me another drink of wine?” Regina said and handed the glass to Natasha. “Jacqueline will show you where it is.”

Natasha hesitated. Her longing to be controlled jumped at the opportunity to slowly corrupt her mind again. She had suppressed it for so long, that only someone with enough dominance and respect could reignite it. Regina had both. Would it really hurt to pretend to be a maid? It might even be fun. Natasha decided to play along.

“Yes, Mrs. Winchester.” Natasha said.

Without saying a word, Jacqueline turned and walked down the hall. Natasha followed, her posture that of a submissive, obedient slave. Jacqueline hardly talked unless addressing Regina with the proper respect. She probably found it amusing that Natasha was trying to do her job. They entered the kitchen where select wine’s from the cellar were on display in the far corner. Jacqueline grabbed a bottle from the bottom right and handed it to Natasha. It seemed so long ago that Natasha had to open her own bottle of wine. With the help of an electric wine, Natasha was pouring the wine in no time and was ready to serve Regina.

As she headed towards the door, Regina’s husband, Tom, entered blocking her path. He was as handsome as she imagined and far more successful than Dorian. Despite her strong friendship with Regina, the two wives never got together with their husbands on a couples date. Tom and Dorian ran in two different circles and they never felt the need to indulge in their wives requests. He stopped and stared at Natasha.

“Regina never told me we hired a new maid. What’s your name?”

Natasha’s mind went to the most appropriate name.

“Tasha, sir.”

He smiled and openly checked her body out.

“Great pick on the uniform too.” Tom said. He looked at Jacqueline and back at Natasha.

“Actually I came her to request Jacqueline, but do you mind joining me outside? I have a few business associates coming for a meeting.”

Natasha looked at Jacqueline who remained silent and staring ahead. If there was a time to break character this was it. Her submissive nature was screaming to get out, to experience the dominance she lacked for so long. Tom’s charming smile and smooth deep voice, reignited many fantasies she had about being taken by a man.

“Yes, sir.” Natasha said.

Natasha handed the glass to Jacqueline.

“Please take this to Mrs. Winchester.” Natasha said.

Tom brought Natasha through the beautifully manicured backyard to another part of the estate. There were scantily clad women lounging around and other servers standing around with an assortment of beverages and finger foods. Natasha felt overdressed at the sight of the other women and her envious nature kicked. Her and Dorian were extremely well off, but not well off enough to afford double the service staff. Not to mention the women, but they were likely there more for the free amenities than being paid.

Their final destination was an enclosed screen gazebo where a conference room was set up. The table was laid out with snacks and glasses for beverages as well as a personal gift for each associate. Judging on the size of the box, it was likely an expensive watch. Natasha was told to stand in the corner and wait for further instructions. Her main job was to refill any drink during the meeting. She stood and waited as Tom left.

Outside, she could hear the shouting and chatter of the young women enjoying themselves around the pool. No doubt this was a ploy to relax the guests and signal what life could be like if they decided to do whatever deal was being discussed. Dorian explored similar methods, but never followed through after calculating the costs.

The wait was long and left plenty of time for Natasha to reflect on her predicament. On many occasions, she made her maids wait and wait. It was boring and demeaning. Their life was put on hold because their owner may need them eventually. Natasha looked down at her uniform and felt its tightness against her body. Now she knew how Sophia felt. The obedience. Staring ahead patiently waiting. Natasha had many plans after her visit with Regina and now she was stuck standing around Regina’s house, waiting on her temporary owner. She would be so annoyed if she wasn’t so turned on.

After two hours, Tom finally showed up with two older gentlemen. He brought them inside and had them sit down. The differences in style between Tom and her husband was evident in every little detail. Dorian would have a maid or servant bring the guests in to the meeting. Tom was more personal, and it likely allowed him to talk a bit more about himself and elazığ escort his house as he lead them through a prepared path. It’s always the little things.

“This is my lovely maid, Tasha. Let her know if you need a top up.”

Her annoyance at the wait was dissipated by Tom’s smile. Tasha made eye contact and smiled at both men. She had a job to do now. The meeting was more formal than she expected given the atmosphere outside. Natasha only had to refill their drinks once and remained in the corner for the rest of the meeting. Sometimes she caught both mens’ wandering eyes towards her like she was another piece of art in the well-decorated office. She found the attention rather flattering given her age. She was by no means as attractive as any of the eye candy flaunting their tits and asses out in the pool area, but she was still sexually attractive none-the-less. A MILF by modern standards as she’d been told many times.

Once the meeting concluded, Tom lead the gentlemen outside and they were flocked by the women. He returned to the conference room.

“You did well today.” Tom said.

“Thank you, Mr. Winchester.”

“Please call me Tom.” He smiled.

Natasha knew where this was going. She used it many times on new maids. Naive and eager to please. They were open to any suggestions to leave a favorable impression and make their owner’s lives easier.

“Can you grab those two glasses?” Tom said.

Natasha grabbed the two glasses and followed Tom to the back kitchen. She placed them on the counter next to his and waited for her next command. Tom didn’t even bother shutting the kitchen door for privacy.

“I never seem to get a say in the new maids, but Reg sure knows how to pick them.” Tom said. “You’re older and a bit more mature. I like that.”

His hand tucked her hair behind her ear. It reminded her of the time Dorian used to do that when they first met. It was always the first step in the courting process.

“You have children?” Tom asked.

Natasha nodded. “Two.”

Tom smiled. “A MILF. Even better.”

She always hated the term MILF. It was supposed to encompass all mothers, but porn shaped into the image of a blond bimbo with big tits. She wondered if that was how Tom saw her. A dumb blond. She was smarter than he knew, and she knew exactly what he was doing. But was she really smarter if she let him do it anyway? If she acted like a dumb bimbo and indulged him in his fantasies was that still a part of her or was she simply role playing the part?

“Did I do a good job today?” Tom said.

“Yes, sir.”

“I think I could use a reward too, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why don’t you get down on your knees and give me my reward and that will be your reward.” Tom said.

How lucky of her to be able to suck his cock. She laughed internally at his attempt to reward her. He waited patiently. She could see movement below. All she had to do was tell him who she really was and walk out of there. There was nothing to gain from going through with it. On the other side, she already committed so much. Waiting around for 2 hours, waiting on the men like a servant. She certainly played the part to perfection. If she knelt and took that cock in her mouth, she may be sealing her fate as Tom’s maid. He would expect her there every day on call just like Natasha expected Sophia there every day. Could she be Tom’s maid every day? It’s not like she did anything else important. She’d be making less than both Jacqueline and Sophia doing the same work.

Tom’s hands gently grabbed her shoulders and slowly pushed her down. She didn’t resist. Once her knees touched the ground, she knelt submissively in front of him. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his flaccid cock. This was her last chance. Tom wasted no time and gently pushed the back of her head forward. She had no choice but to open her mouth and accept him. The cock pulsed as it grew in her mouth. Tasha, the slut from her college years, took over and she expertly worked her hand and mouth slobbering up and down his manhood. Her professional image went out the window as the college slut emerged gagging and salivating all over his lubed up shaft.

Tom enjoyed the performance and finished with a load all over her face. As a bonus for a good job, he had her clean the rest of his cock before putting it away. She waited submissively on her knees for further instruction. The semen and saliva dripping onto the black uniform below. She couldn’t believe she did it. It felt so liberating to finally be a slut again and be completely dominated by a man.

“So are you a live-in maid or?”

“I live somewhere else.” Natasha said. “My hours are flexible in the day.”

“I like you. Obedient, perfect service.” Tom said. “I think Regina’s going to have to find her own personal maid.”

Once Tom talked to Regina, it was going to be official. She had no reason to believe her friend wouldn’t go along with it. With the kids at school, Dorian working and Sophia and the rest of the staff watching the house, she could try being a maid for a bit. And despite knowing the tricks he was using, sucking Tom’s cock was rewarding. She performed a service admirably and she was rewarded with cock. Just like her college days. Natasha stood up and at attention.

“I will be pleased to serve you, Mr. Winchester.”

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** This is a continuation of lust and debauchery amongst a small coven of women. **

*****

My new life with the coven is fast and immediate. It’s been a few weeks since my incitation. I’ve never felt such a bonding with one group of women before, we are almost like sisters.. Almost. Because there is the unmistakable sense of lust whenever I am face to face with one or more of the coven members.

Ever since my initiation night on that fateful evening at the hotel, Megan has been prodding me to ask the high priestess, Yvonne, when it will be her chance to join the coven. I tell her to have patience because I’m sure her day will soon come.

I’ve been hearing rumors that there’s a big ceremony happening the night of the full moon and I’m intending on researching everything I can before then about full moon rituals.

Megan offers to help me with my research, so we make a night of it. Sitting down in front of my computer, we start researching everything and anything we can on the subject. I even have a few textbooks on witchcraft. We order Chinese take away and get down to business.

Megan is on the computer and I’m looking in one textbook about crystals, highlighting any text I find interesting and making notes. I suddenly feel Megan’s eyes on me and look up at her.

“What?” I ask. She quickly looks away, startled that I caught her looking at me. So, I ask her gently what she’s thinking about.

“Well,” She begins. “Ever since I saw you in bed with that woman and the things you two were doing, I just can’t get it out of my head. I didn’t even know you liked women that way. And you’ve changed a lot too. I mean, not in a bad way. Just, you’re dressing in more form fitting clothing and wearing more makeup. It’s really amazing.” She finishes quickly in a sense of awe and gives me wide eyes.

I regard her carefully iskenderun escort and wonder how much to tell her. She isn’t a coven member, yet. But, she is my best friend and I don’t want to leave her totally in the dark either. Contemplating how much to reveal, I decide a little information will help. She is a candidate for the coven, afterall. I can tell she is eager to know more.

I begin by saying, “Honestly, I didn’t think I was into girls either but being with Celeste was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I was just in the moment and forgot everything else around me. It was almost like magic.” Megan is nodding when I’m done and immediately accepting. I smile and she smiles too and we get back to the research at hand.

It’s well into the night by the time we are finished. We are putting away the research materials and our take away packages from the Chinese delivery we had for dinner when our hands accidentally brush each others. There’s a charge where our hands have made contact and I bring my eyes up to hers. In the background, the clock starts chiming midnight. It’s the Witching Hour.

We fall into each other’s arms and begin running our hands over each others bodies and kissing passionately, like we are under a spell. I had never really thought of Megan in a sexual way before, but all that is not important now as I begin removing her blouse and then her bra.

My mouth is on her breast, my tongue flicking over her nipple. She’s moaning and grinding herself against me, like a bitch in heat. I pull back her head by her long auburn hair and graze my teeth along her neck, her rapid pulse dances under my touch. Her green, emerald eyes gaze at me with lust and longing. Lust that had not been there before.

It was in this moment that I knew I was in complete control of her and she would do diyarbakır escort anything I asked of her. I now realized the power of the coven that was within me. It was an exhilarating feeling and though some part of me knew I should not take advantage of my best friend, I also knew she wanted this too. No, needed this in a way I needed it at my own initiation. There comes a time in a woman’s life when she just wants to give all control to someone else and just get lost in the moment.

With that knowledge, I take Megan in my arms once again and lock my lips to hers, drinking in her passion, her need, her pure lust. She’s eating at my mouth, like a drowning woman, making low guttural noises.

I pull away and her disappointment is evident, but then I lead her to the sofa and allow her to lean back. I help her remove her hip hugging black jeans and then her soaking wet, black thong. I move back to look at her, searing the image of her like this in my brain.

She’s naked, before me, in all her glory, with her smooth shaven pussy inches from my face. I can see her pussy juices already glistening on her slit and I find I’m eager to taste my best friends pussy.

Since the initiation, I’ve come to love the taste of pussy and have already tasted some of the coven members beautiful pussies, Ashley, Nicole, Melanie. But, Megan doesn’t know about that.. yet.

With that thought, I bury my face in Megan’s warm cunt. She’s moaning and her legs are spread wide for me. I move a long, black polished finger in and out of her pussy in time to the movement of my tongue on her clit. My tongue stud traces over her clit, making her shiver.

“Oh Faye, omg Faye,” She’s moaning over and over, while my skilled tongue works over her pussy and now I have two fingers buried deep in her pussy, fucking her slow and then arsuz escort faster. I can tell she’s close to orgasm when her eyes roll back in her head and then she’s shaking and moaning uncontrollably. I keep licking and sucking on her clit, as her juices flow freely into my mouth.

I remove my fingers from her pussy and quickly undress while she’s still twitching on the sofa. Then I position myself over her face, urging her to lick my smooth shaven pussy. Her eyes flutter open, she looks up at my pussy. I lower it to her mouth and she obediently begins licking and sucking on my clit.

“Oh yes,” I’m moaning. “That’s it. Don’t stop.” Her tongue begins fucking my pussy like a small penis and it just feels amazing. My juices are covering her face and she keeps going til I’m crying out with ecstasy.

I lower myself from her face and hold her down with her legs spread wide, covering my now sensitive pussy over hers and then begin a slow, delicious grind, rocking my hips and thrusting my clit over hers again and again. We are both moaning and the sounds of our pussies grinding against each other and our moaning is the only sounds in the room.

Her hand reaches down and starts rubbing my clit in time to the thrusts of my hips, grinding on her pussy faster and faster til the sofa begins hitting the wall with our continued thrusts. I feel the orgasm building within me and the sweet sensations pouring over and through me.

I suddenly see the coven, in my minds eye, and realize they have been watching us through a crystal ball. I see Amy too, with her shoulder length, classy, ginger hair, who originally invited me to the coven. She’s got a seductive look in her eyes I’ve never seen from her before. Yvonne and the rest are all looking on in approval.

I lay against Megan, with our arms around each other and we soon fall asleep. The phone wakes me at 8 in the morning, it’s Amy. She tells me she knew I would make an excellent addition to the coven. I can hear the smile in her voice. Then she invites me to bring Megan to the full moon ceremony the following week.

Because it will also be Megan’s initiation into the coven..

To be continued.

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[WARNING: This story contains elements of hate speech. If you are easily offended by such language, please stop here. I think thoughtful readers will understand that these words are used to draw characterizations, and not to encourage or espouse hateful ideology on the part of the author.]

Pt. 3 – Ew

by Holly Lori Annalee

Previously on The Dream Girls: The girls persevered through a number of annoying interruptions and finished fucking. Jessa came hard while Kim brutally fisted her asshole, then Kim came all over the place riding Jessa’s pretty face and a powerful Hitachi vibrating wand. They fell asleep in the filthy room, taking a little nap before they had to wake up and get ready for a pic sesh that evening.

*****

Kim and Jessa laid next to each other in Jessa’s rank stuffy bedroom, sweaty, raw and utterly spent from a good, hard fuck and powerful, convulsing orgasms. The stench in the room was potent. Pungent body odor, bitter vomit, bad breath, the tangy musk of soaked, sweaty pussies, the faint metallic essence of silicone lubricant and a hint of ass all became one hanging aroma of pure carnal reek.

After they each took a twenty minute post-fuck catnap, Kim woke up first. She moved Jessa’s hand off her tit and rolled over to try to prop herself up. Her legs were not entirely sturdy yet, but she managed to stand up and lean on the wall until they got some strength back.

She left the room and stumbled to the bathroom, where she bent her head into the sink, turned the faucet on and gulped water for almost half a minute. She stared at her glowing face and tits in the mirror over the sink for a while, then flipped her long, silky hair back and forth a few times to practice being hot. Some patches of her hair were wet and matted with sweat and vomit, among other liquids. She smiled a practiced, entrancing smile, held her tits from the bottom, then did some kissing faces, practicing for their pics and vids. That got boring after a little bit, so she scuffled out of the bathroom and into her own bedroom.

In her bedroom, she snapped open one of her luggage cases and extracted a thin package with a provocative picture on the front. She ripped open the package with ease and drew out a long, meshy black thing—a black fishnet bodysuit with a fuckhole built in from the crotch all the way past her asshole. Kim didn’t usually wear one while she fucked, but she liked to have her pussy and ass nice and free, just in case.

Kim had first tried on fishnets when she was 12 years old, but she had not made them part of her post-fuck routine until a few years ago. She always had some brand new ones around for when she fucked—fishnets, to Kim, were something to use and lose. She rolled them up, poked her feet into the bottoms and unraveled the rest up over her body, sliding her hands and arms into the sleeves and bringing it all the way up to her neck. There it was—that ultimate cool airy sensation all over her skin, a soothing balm after the physical toll of fucking like Kim fucked.

She looked at her hot fishnet-covered body in the mirror for a few minutes, posing and pushing out her tits and ass, then stepped out and down into the living area to get her phone. She sat down for a while in the big chair with her legs spread wide to watch some gay porn and relax—watching gay porn was another part of her post-fuck thing.

Back in the bedroom, Jessa came around. She kept her eyes shut and searched around the edge of the bed for her phone, but found only puddles of water and slick areas of wet, sticky stuff on the hardwood. She wiped her hands on the sheet and laid there for a few minutes coming out of sleep fog.

When she realized Kim wasn’t in the room, she looked up and saw Kim sitting down in the big chair. She called out through her doorway.

“Hey, what time is it or whatever? I can’t fucking find my phone. We need to be down there by like 7:30.”

Kim took a minute to reply. The frenzied pig sounds of a group of men fucking each other floated across the silence from her phone. She sighed a long, tired sigh, then answered.

“It’s 5:58.”

Jessa ran through a checklist in her mind, then sat up and rubbed her eyes. She looked around the room and found her phone and a gigantic sealed bottle of Evian water.

In the living area, Kim sat watching a porn scene where a hairy, muscly white man was being gangbanged by a group of six big black men with ungodly huge dicks. The white man was being double penetrated, was sucking and jerking some dicks, and was getting his own cock sucked. The men were all grunting and “yeah”-ing at their writhing, meaty fuck pile. Kim entertained the idea of masturbating, but she just didn’t have the strength or the willpower. She loved to punish her sore post-fuck pussy by demanding another orgasm from it, but her current exhaustion was too much for all that.

She clicked off her phone, rose up, stretched and yawned, then walked up the steps and went into the kitchen. There, she set about making a pre-mixed smoothie. She opened the freezer door and took out one of their organic iskenderun escort smoothie kit cups and threw it across onto the counter, then went tearing through the cabinets to find the blender, leaving doors open and bowls and other kitchen things scattered on the floor and the counter.

Her phone rang, and she looked at the caller ID.

Rachel.

She clicked to answer and put the phone between her shoulder and her ear.

“What?” she said.

She half-listened to Rachel stutter and bumble on the other end while she yanked the blender out of a lower cabinet and slammed it onto the counter.

“I don’t know, no. Not until we’re finished snapping pics and shit.”

Kim plugged in the blender, ripped open the smoothie kit cup, dumped the multicolored contents into the blender and dropped the empty cup on the floor. Rachel blabbed and blabbed her boring kissass loser bullshit.

Jessa walked into the kitchen doorway holding her phone and her big water bottle, dressed in only a skimpy lavender bikini top and wearing massive Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses that covered half of her face. She was popping in before hitting the balcony.

“Ask Stench if she’s fucking dirty like I told her.”

“How dirty are you for tonight?” Kim asked. She was in front of the refrigerator, about to open it. She turned to relay something to Jessa.

“She hasn’t taken a shower in a week or some shit, and she went to the gym twice a day.” She listened some more and her eyes went wide. “And she just got her period this morning.” Good news for both of them.

Jessa took a swig of her water and walked away towards the balcony, her sign of approval. The door opened, then closed.

“Good,” Kim said. Rachel resumed babbling and—

Before Kim opened the fridge, she felt a strong sensation in her ass. She took a quick survey of the kitchen. Over on the far side there was a wall with a giant cool painting, some kind of impressionist vision of a cityscape. She walked over to the wall, squatted down on her haunches, felt the fuckhole in the fishnet bodysuit spread open on her asscheeks and braced herself.

“Rache hold on a min—nnnnnnnnnhhhhhh.”

Kim pushed a long, snaking hot turd out of her asshole onto the floor of the kitchen—the fat end of it almost flopped against her ankle, but she deftly moved her foot out of the way in time. She wiggled her ass so a few last little chunks could squeeze out, then got one hand all wet in her mouth and used it to wipe her ass from front to back. Not one to leave a stone unturned, she pressed a finger in to really clear it all out, then stood up.

Without a warning to Rachel, she tossed the phone onto the nearest counter, washed her hands vigorously, then looked around in the cabinets for something else to use. She found a comfy blue oven mit and used it to wipe her ass again—just to make sure—then opened the trash can with her foot and threw the oven mit inside. The big glop of shit was still steaming on the floor, so she got the biggest pot she could find—a fancy French all-copper cookpot—and dropped it with a loud clang over the pile of her shit so it wouldn’t stink up the whole suite.

She picked up her phone and put it to her ear while she got the organic small batch almond milk out of the fridge to pour into the blender.

“Nah I just had to do something in the kitchen. Just come over, like, when—”

Rachel interrupted her, and Kim froze in disbelief. She set the almond milk on the counter and put her hand on the cool surface to balance herself. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened up.

“You’re fucking lying. Oh my god!”

Kim abruptly hung up on Rachel and turned her head to call out into the suite.

“Kim fucking got it! She’s bringing us our shit that she promised!”

There was no answer. Then she remembered Jessa was out on the balcony. Kim returned to the blender, held the top on and started it up. A little pee trickled down her leg—she had mostly succeeded in holding it in while she was shitting, but some had escaped. She just let it dribble down—her imagination was elsewhere.

When the smoothie was fully blended, she lifted the top off, threw it into the corner near the shit pot, and poured the mixture into a big ornate glass she had found in one of the cabinets. She unplugged the blender and tossed it carelessly into the sink, where some of the remaining smoothie spattered up onto the faucet and the wall under the wide kitchen window.

Kim carefully stepped through the kitchen to the main area and walked to her room to get her own sunglasses. She put them on, then marched out to the balcony, stepping right in the gloopy leftovers of Jessa’s hour-old puke puddle and trailing some through the rest of the place. She opened the heavy door to the balcony and stepped out in her fishnets, leaving the door open and letting the air conditioning escape from the suite.

Someone way out on the ground was yelling—a woman. Jessa was standing at the railing with her legs spread and her hand on her lower stomach looking down to hatay escort someone and smiling. Their bodies were entirely exposed to the world—the balcony was enclosed by a simple but refined set of metal bars with a dark steel tube at the top for a railing. Kim was momentarily baffled by the yelling, which seemed to be pointed towards her and Jessa.

An older, ugly woman was standing out near where the parking lot began in jeans and a tank top. One hand sat on her hip holding her white purse in place and the other hand was pointing—at Jessa. She was angry, and whatever she was saying sounded scolding and totally fucking lame.

“What the fuck is with that fucking psycho bitch?” Kim asked.

“I said hi to her husband while they were walking out, then I spread my legs so they could see all my perfect shit.”

The husband was turned away from the woman with his arms crossed and his head down, clearly a little embarassed and definitely fucking pussy-whipped by his fucking ugly trash wife. Kim put it all together and got excited. She had an idea.

“Want some of my smoothie?”

“Yeah, give me it.”

Kim took a big swig of the smoothie, set the glass down on the floor of the balcony, then turned Jessa’s head towards hers with one finger and began making out with her hardcore, pushing some of the smoothie into her mouth with her tongue. She used her hands to hold and squeeze her own tits, swallowed her own smoothie, then licked Jessa’s mouth and chin clean and looked back down to the fucking psycho.

The woman glared at them, then turned to yell something at her husband. He began solemnly walking away further into the parking lot. The woman turned back.

“Put your leg up on the railing Jess.”

Jessa placed her foot on the railing so her knee bent and her leg was up. Kim got down on her haunches and began to eat Jessa’s pussy, holding Jessa’s hips with both hands and enjoying it immensely—not only were they offending some skank wife bitch, but Jessa’s post-fuck, post-nap inner thigh area had a sharp, musky sex smell.

Jessa placed one hand on Kim’s head and took a long swig of her giant water bottle with the other. She tilted it down and grinned wide and mean at the stupid woman. The woman turned looked like she was going to explode—she spun around and screamed towards her husband, who was still, like, moping away like a total fucking faggot and shit.

When the woman turned back around, the girls were in a different position. Jessa had dropped her water bottle on the floor, turned to the side and was massaging her cute tits under the skimpy bikini top. Kim was on her knees eating Jessa’s asshole from behind. The woman could see everything. Finally, she turned and walked off towards her husband, powerwalking like some corny mom or something.

“She left,” Jessa said.

Kim disengaged her lips and tongue from Jessa’s asshole and stood up. She wiped her mouth off and bent down to pick up the smoothie. They watched the psycho bitch walk her fucking stupid powerwalk until both her and her husband were out of sight, then took to their phones. Jessa scrolled, and Kim was texting. Someone laughed far away near the lake, and out somewhere in the parking lot an engine revved.

Kim stopped typing and read a reply to another text, then spoke.

“Kylie wants to know if we wanna go with her to a party at Braien’s on Thursday.”

Jessa kept scrolling, then burped before speaking.

“I can’t. I’m getting gang raped on what’s-his-name’s new yacht, Eric or Evan or whoever from that place last week, for his bachelor party and shit.”

“Well, like, what time will you be done or whatever?”

Jessa dropped her phone and looked out into the distance, in utter disbelief at such brazen stupidity. Her face contorted into the shape of a mega huge bitch, and she spoke out into the world for all to hear.

“Fucking gee, Kim, I don’t know—I’m getting raped. That is fucking literally not up to me.”

Kim raised her eyebrows and clicked her tongue, and they returned to their phones for a while. Kim started scrolling through some girl’s Instagram feed.

“I think I’m gonna try to fuck Braien’s little sister at that party,” Kim said. “She’s like fucking ob-sessed with me.”

“Emelie? I guess she’s hot. Isn’t she in, like, fucking middle school or whatever?”

“She just graduated fucking high school! Like you should fucking talk, you fucking dirty ass pedophile.” Kim snorted a little laugh.

“Ew,” Jessa said, and left it at that.

They stopped talking, and were both texting now. Minutes passed. Kim let out a long, rolling burp.

“We need to take a shower before we snap pics downstairs or whatever,” Kim said.

“Totally,” Jessa said.

They both went back into the suite and into their rooms, where they got their bathroom stuff out and found towels and washcloths. While Kim stripped her fishnet bodysuit off and dropped it into the small bedroom trashcan, Jessa walked into the bathroom and admired herself in the mirror, turning this way and that way antakya escort to stare at her face and her upper body. Kim came in and put her stuff down on the long, giant bathroom counter, then looked at Jessa in the mirror.

“Wanna smell my asshole before we get in or whatever?”

Jessa scrunched up her face.

“Why?”

“Because I, like, literally just took a shit in the fucking kitchen.” Her raspy vocal fry was especially thick with this statement.

“Jesus you are such a gross fucking skank,” Jessa said. She backed up to look down at Kim’s plump ass and her eyes glossed over.

“Bend over the fucking sink right fucking now.”

Kim bent way over and looked into the mirror to stare at her beautiful hot face and her great tits hanging down. Jessa got right behind Kim on her haunches, spread Kim’s bubbly asscheeks apart as far as she could, and leaned in to put her nose right up to Kim’s glistening tan asshole. She took a deep, long sniff, and there it was—the pungent, delicious faint smell of ass. Just like gasoline, she desperately wished to god she could drink that smell, swish it around on her tongue and feel it go down her throat.

“Oh,” Jessa said. “Oh. Fuck yeah. Fuck.”

Jessa pushed the very tip of her nose against Kim’s asshole, then pressed in just a little and sniffed the inside of her ass hard and deep. It was even better. It didn’t smell like actual shit, just that glorious, purely sexual aroma of a recently used, wiped, but not entirely clean rectum.

“I wanna fuck again,” Jessa said.

She licked one of her fingers and jammed it into Kim’s asshole, and Kim grunted deep. She pulled her finger back out and smelled it hard. Her eyes shut tight in ecstasy.

“Kim. I said I want to fuck again,” Jessa said.

Kim shook her ass from side to side, just to tease. She watched her perfect tits wiggle a little bit in the reflection of the mirror.

“We have to get down to the fucking patio before it’s golden hour. No.”

Jessa sighed in petulant disgust and stood up. Kim’s eyes were still fixed on her own face and tits in the mirror. Jessa whined like a small child.

“Kimmm, just let me smell your asshole while I fuck myself with the yellow onnne,” she said, referring to a big yellow vibrating dildo they could mount on the floor and ride.

“When Rachel gets here we can fuck again,” Kim said.

“Oh my fucking goddd! Why is everybody being such a piece of shit to me todayyy?”

Kim ignored her and stood up. Jessa’s huff only lasted so long—after a brief moment, she found her gorgeous self in the mirror again and all was forgotten.

They went about getting their products out and setting them on the shelf in the back of the big shower. Jessa undid what was left of her braided bun, shook her hair loose, and turned on the water. It gradually filled the room with steam while they posed and stared at themselves in the mirror.

Jessa stepped in first, and Kim followed. The shower was long and wide, and could easily fit two people or more. Without speaking, they pressed their bodies together under the water to share the stream, getting nice and wet and soaking their hair. The process may have looked sexual to an observer, but for them this was just routine. Just business.

When their bodies were all wet and ready for washing, they stepped back from the water. Jessa put her arms in the air, and Kim got to work. She squeezed out some body wash and used her hands to lather Jessa’s entire body—every crevice except her pussy. Kim lathered her neck and her back, her sides and her armpits, her tits and her stomach and her arms, then crouched down and got the rest, picking up Jessa’s feet one by one to push her fingers between her toes and rub under her feet. She stood up, soaked a washcloth in the hot spray and scrubbed everywhere.

Next, she got out Jessa’s special pussy soap, lathered her pussy well, picked up the shower head and rinsed Jessa down from her head to her toe. Then came shampoo and conditioner. Kim laboriously washed Jessa’s hair, her tits pressing into Jessa’s sides and back, and she massaged her scalp, then tilted Jessa’s head to rinse everywhere. She repeated this procedure with the conditioner. Jessa stood still through it all, letting Kim bend her limbs and spread her legs as if she were a mannequin.

This was Jessa’s unspoken privilege—Kim always washed Jessa, no matter their mood or situation, and then Kim washed herself. It was another part of their dynamic, something that had started so long ago that neither could even remember why. They always took their showers and their baths together. Jessa had not washed her own body in a long, long time, and had only reluctantly washed Kim’s body once, when Kim had been hardly conscious coming down from some pills years ago and they needed to look good for some pics. That had been a fucking shitty day.

When Jessa was cleaned off, she stayed under the hot water while Kim finished by herself. As soon as Kim had finished rinsing out her own hair, she shut the water off and opened the glass door. Kim fetched a towel and began toweling Jessa off, making sure to get everywhere, then wrapped Jessa in the towel and grabbed a smaller one for her hair. She gave Jessa’s hair a rough drying, then wrapped that towel tightly around her head. Her showering now complete, Jessa stepped out and left the bathroom without a word.

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