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“I fear him. He has never been a violent man but, were he to discover my secrets I fear his anger would know no bounds. His manhood threatened would be intolerable to him. We must remain cautious until I return to the Capital and to you, my love. S delivered your letter to me. You cannot know how it lifted my spirits.”

“Oh, George. Were you a bit of a kinkster?” Leather straps dangled from the bed’s frame.

“I don’t think so.” Polly looked at me with a question in her eyes. “It was not uncommon for an insane relative to be held captive, hidden from public gaze. I reckon that’s what this could be.”

“Of course. Clever you. I wonder who it was. I like my version better though.”

“That is going to make this story special if I can find out.”

I’d done a fair bit of genealogical work over the years researching different subjects and so I got to work on Gurnard, my attention somewhat distracted from the house and tunnel. They could wait. If this was as it might seem, then the story could be something very special indeed.

Back in the office, I changed out of my work clothes and back into my dress, cursing that I had chosen a long one that buttoned down the back to the waist. Who designs these things? They must have arms five feet long. It looked good though, so I put up with it.

Polly had reached a critical stage in the restoration of her beloved Amati violin so I didn’t see her again that day, except for a brief cup of coffee late in the afternoon. I went through the notes that I’d made while I’d been waiting for Erin, my publisher, to confirm the commission. Part of the natural preparation for a biographical history is the subject’s background and family.

Harry Gurnard was born in 1803, in the reign of George III. His father, also Harry, was a blacksmith, his mother, Dahlia, a seamstress. Harry was the last of seven children of whom only two reached adulthood. Infant and child mortality was exceedingly high in those times. His surviving brother, George (named, in all probability after the King) was the first born. Both brothers had, it appeared, worked in the family business but there had been early evidence of precocity in Harry. At the age of 11, with no formal schooling, he had built a clock from the metals that abounded in his father’s forge. At 13 he’d designed and built a small bridge to span the mill stream that supplied some power to the forge. He went on at incredible speed to develop his skills, studying at one time, with one of the Georgians’ most famous engineers. The railway madness that followed the first viable steam locomotive’s development meant that engineers were in great demand and Harry became a much respected if not always easy man. His arrogance enraged investors but his skills were beyond doubt and he turned his hand, like so many of his contemporaries to a variety of engineering projects, including canals, railways, bridges and tunnels. By 1826 he was a wealthy man, with a residence in London and, in 1828 he married Isabella Larkin, the daughter of a minor diplomat. So, the farrier’s son had certainly moved up in the world.

He was commissioned to build the canal that is the subject of this story in 1837, the year Queen Victoria ascended to the throne. In 1840 he went about the construction of the tunnel that was to become the Victoria Tunnel and that year the construction of Polly’s house began. I’d recorded that he and Isabella had no offspring. Infertility in both men and women was far from uncommon so it could have been that either of them was unable to produce children. It certainly would never have been a matter of discussion in those prudish, repressed days.

I’d never bothered up to this point to locate Isabella’s death certificate so I made a note to find it if I could. I knew she had died in 1846, shortly before the tunnel was opened, so they had probably been living in this house at the time. The local Parish Church might have some information I made more and more notes as potential avenues of enquiry opened up. I’d got lost in the research, excited by having found the anomalous cellar room so early in the project. I was in a sort of heaven of discovery and hadn’t heard Polly come into the office. It was when I felt her undoing the buttons on the back of my dress that I became aware she was there.

“Do you realise it’s 9 o’clock?” Her hands parted the back of my dress and her hand ran down my spine. Her lips followed. “Are you hungry?”

The thought of food had not entered my head. The touch of her fingers and lips aroused another type of hunger though and I allowed myself to savour the sensations as they gently caressed my skin.

Polly was naked. She sat on my desk, directly in front of me and opened her legs. “Take your dress down.” I pulled it down to reveal my breasts and she put a finger directly above her cunt. “Hungry?” she asked again.

“I am now.” I leaned to her, taking her in with my eyes then moving closer and barely touching her with the tip of my tongue. I let it lie there, motionless, for a while before licking her, my hands resolutely in my lap. I kissed her wild thicket of hair, loved diyarbakır escort the luxurious nature of it as my tongue parted it to expose her. She flowered as my tongue became firmer, more urgent. Her fingers scraped my scalp and she emitted little mewling sounds as my ministrations became ever more intimate, ever more intrusive. Then I moved my hands to her knees and stroked up her long thighs as my tongue discovered and uncovered her clitoris. I flicked it, caressed it and, as my finger curled into her, she started to tighten her grip in my hair. I eased off a bit, slowing, and letting my finger just rest inside her until her fingers loosened then I got back to work in earnest and, with a bellow, she came. Technique is everything .

I stayed the night so she could feed me then fuck me. I never did get to sleep in the bedroom she had prepared for me. Joy.

Over the next few weeks a picture of Harry and Isabella began to develop. I found her death certificate – heart failure. Well, I thought, heart failure covers a lot of things. I found the name of the Doctor who had signed it. Doctor Horace Martin had practiced in Blackorchard, the village nearest to the house. I found a number of references to his having treated some of the tunnel workers in their frequent accidents. He was always paid by the canal company and,I imagine, it was lucrative work.

I traced his family. The sole surviving member was a woman who lived in Oxford so I decided to pay her a visit. Mrs Emily Tufnell was a childless widow living in a rather grand house on the banks of the Thames. She was happy to meet me. I asked her if she knew anything of her thrice-great grandfather.

“For a practitioner in small country village he became unusually wealthy. It may have been inheritance but I don’t know. He earned a lot, apparently, from the canal company, there were so many accidents and he treated most of them.”?

She knew this, apparently, because her father, also a Doctor, Reginald Tufnell, had done some research into his forbears and had amassed quite a lot of information. Dr Martin had become a magistrate, an MP and governor of a local school so he was a man of substance and influence. Did her father’s research still exist?

“Yes, dear. It’s all held by the Royal College of General Practitioners.” I had tea with her, served as it might have been in the 1920s. Small cakes, cucumber sandwiches, the works. She was a lovely but lonely woman who talked as if she hadn’t had a conversation for twenty years. But, while I was there, she wrote me a letter of introduction to the college authorising me to view her father’s work.

I finally got away late that evening and drove home, my mind buzzing.

The following morning I called the college and made an appointment to see the archivist, Dr Ruth Beckett. She couldn’t fit me in quickly, so I agree to a meeting in a few weeks and sent her a copy of Mrs Tufnell’s letter and a brief note about what I was researching.

While waiting, I reverted to my daily routine of going to Polly’s house and working there. I was doing all I could to find out more about Isabella. I’d always been surprised how little of Harry’s paperwork had survived. He’d died suddenly and somewhat ironically. One of his last commissions had been the design of a large station not that far away from the house. It served a part of the Somerset coal fields as well as providing for passengers and livestock. Now a visitor centre and relating mainly to the mining and farming of the area it had a huge archive and, with a bit of calling and emailing, I managed to get in to have a look through the material.

Jonathan Porter, the curator, was a delight. He was about 75 but sprightly and hugely enthusiastic. He told me that he knew a bit about Gurnard, including that he’d had an office in the station during its development. Nobody had ever had a chance to do much with it, let alone catalogue it, but I’d be welcome to have a trawl through all he had. Despite his age, Jonathan was still a ladies man and rather flirtatious. I confess to having shamelessly exploited that.

The documents were in a large store, covered in dust and cobwebs and other detritus that, I strongly suspected, included bat shit and worse. Nonetheless, latex-gloved, booted and boiler-suited, I had a determined search through it.

Harry had died during the station’s final month of building when a large steel joist had fallen on his head. He was killed instantly. The engineer who replaced him had most of his possessions put into the store and they had never seen the light of day more than a couple of times since.

Gold dust. I almost whooped. I had found a large leather case that had the initials IG stamped on it. Isabella Gurnard? Surely it had to be. I opened it and it was full of papers, mostly letters.

“My Dearest,

Your absence from London is a constant ache in my heart. When might you return? I am grateful to S for helping us to communicate, but a letter is scant recompense for an absence of your physical presence. I know we have to be discreet but I long to declare edirne escort my love for you from the rooftops, promenade with you along the Embankment and let everyone see how much joy you bring me.”

Letters like this were among a whole load of others from dressmakers and family members but, unlike those others, were neither dated not signed. Nor was there ever an address on them which, in those days, was highly unusual It was obvious Isabella was having an affaire but who her secret lover was remained a mystery. A liaison of that sort in that era would have been scandalous in the society in which the Gurnards moved and so it was no surprise, if incredibly frustrating, that I could not identify the lover. Who could he have been?

Jonathan allowed me to take anything I wanted away with me so I could work in greater comfort, with an absolute guarantee that I”d both catalogue them and return them when my work was done.

Triumphant, if mutedly so, I returned that evening to Polly’s house. I spread the letters out on one of the long trestle tables in the office and started to catalogue. With nothing else to guide me, i made a working assumption that the letters that had dates would give me a timeframe for the love letters that were interspersed among them. So, for example, a letter from a milliner dated 3 August 1842 followed by a demand for payment from a grocer dated 12 August were either side of one of the lover’s passionate letters. Reasonable then to assume the love letter was somewhere between those dates? I worked late into the night, once more fired up with excitement.

Polly had to drag me away from my work at almost midnight. She’d brought me a sandwich and wine earlier that I had totally ignored.

She led me up to her bedroom, stripped me and took me into her shower. A combination of hunger, hard work, concentration and excitement had exhausted me and, dried and dressed in a pair of her lovely silk pyjamas, I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

The following morning, a Saturday, I woke to discover Polly kissing my forehead. “A day off today, Polly’s orders and no argument.”

“But Pol, it’s just so fascinating. I can’t leave it.”?

“If you don’t do as I tell you, I will tie you to the bed.”

“Oh, Polly. Are you a bit of a kinkster?” My words mirrored hers when we had found the straps on the bed in the cellar.

“As it happens, rather more than a bit, so don’t provoke me or you’ll find out.”

She’d brought me tea and, as I sat up to drink it, she stripped off her robe and slipped into the bed next to me. “The way I see it is your research is going well. Today we are going to take a drive out into the country and enjoy a picnic in a spot I know and love. If you need a change of clothes we’ll go past your flat. You can stay here tonight and, if you’re very good, I will have my very wicked way with you. Are you going to be good?”?

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Don’t be cheeky.”

The picnic spot was idyllic. A small river gurgled past us as we sat on a rug and ate smoked salmon and horseradish sandwiches washed down wth a crisp Chablis.

“Take your knickers off and give them to me.”?

“What makes you think I am wearing any?”

“Because, Cass, I caught a glimpse of them earlier. Do as I say.”

“Pervert.” But I took them off and handed them to her.

She stuffed them in the pocket of her jeans. “Now lift your skirt up.” I did. “Excellent. A little obedience goes a long way. Now, tell me where you are with Harry and Isabella.”

So, I did. I brought her up to speed about the letters, the Doctor and tried to give her a feel of what I”d discovered so far. As I reported my progress, her hand slid up my thigh and she stroked me, never once looking around to see if anyone might be passing.

It was a cocker spaniel that ended that little passage of delight. I’m quite fond of dogs but, well, their appearance tends to suggest a human companion is not far away and even Polly was unwilling to let our activities be observed, so, as she withdrew her hand, she pulled my skirt down to a more respectable position.

Having gathered up the remnants of our picnic, we walked back to the car and drove back to her house.

It was, by this time, about 7pm and we went out into her garden with a bottle of red and a couple of glasses. “When are you seeing the Royal College archivist?” I told her. “Can I come with you? We could stay the night in an hotel and have a nice meal. I dont mean that I’ll come to the college, just make a day of it. I can see a few friends during the day. Also, make a night of it.” She grinned.

“That would be great but,” I hesitated.

“But what?”

“If we’re going to make a night of it, shouldn’t we do some practice first?” As I said this, I lifted my skirt to remind her that my knickers were still in her pocket.

“Oh, you are such a tart.” She took my hand and we made our way back into the house and up the stairs. Once in the bedroom she told me to stand, facing the wall and wait. The first thing that happened was her placing a silk scarf around may edirne escort bayan eyes and tying it behind my head. She whispered in my ear, “Oh, Cass, are we a couple of kinksters?” I sniggered. She licked my neck. “Now, be quiet and wait.”

I heard rustling and recognised the sound of a zip being undone, of shoes being removed, a drawer opening and closing. I wanted to see but, obviously, couldn’t. The next thing I knew was that Polly was behind me again, her arms around me and undoing my blouse. With her lips touching my shoulder, she opened the louse and her fingers began playing with my nipples. “You have lovely little tits.” A gentle squeeze of my left nipple. “Perky little beauties.” A less gentle squeeze of the right. As she held one nipple between her fingertips, her other hand went under my skirt and stroked my cunt.

“Only bad women get as wet as this.”

“Is it bad to be bad?”

“Shocking.” As she said that, I felt the tip of her strapon, too small to be her feeldoe, at my cunt. Before she pushed it into me she withdrew it and I felt a cold, slippery sensation at my arse. “Bad girls take it here, don’t they?” I wasn’t shocked exactly, but it wasn’t something I’d been expecting, nor had I had anything bigger than a finger there before. “Don’t they?” she repeated, louder and at the sam time, giving my nipple a firm pinch with her fingernails.

“Yes, Polly.”

“Good.” Quietly, she whispered, “Have you had this before.”

“Only a finger.”

“I wont hurt you.” She pulled my hips back and pushed hers forwards and I felt the dildo opening me, stretching me. “Just relax, I promise you’ll be fine.” I tried and breathed deeply and felt it pushing, hurting a little but not dreadfully and then, my god, she was in me and moving her hips gently and slowly. As I got used to it, she got a little faster, whispering encouragement.

‘There, you see. Feel it inside you. and, when I do this,” ‘this’ was stroking my clit, “it starts to feel really good, doesn’t it?” I agreed because, well, because it did. “We’ll teach your arse to love me, Cass. Give it up to me now, let me have it.”

I don’t know now, didn’t know then, if it was the penetration or the finger on my clit or the nails on my nipples but, after I don’t know how long, I started to moan with pleasure and she whispered again, “Ask me to let you cum.”

Well, I thought, I’ve never had to ask permission before, but, if it does it for her I will when I’m there. She got faster and rough without actually hurting me at all and it all started to boil over and, in fact, it sort of took my breath away and I forgot to ask because, it was so sudden, so extraordinary.

She held me through it, kissing my shoulder and neck. She stayed inside me after it had blown me away for a few minutes or so it seemed. Then she slowly withdrew and I felt open and vulnerable when she was out. Turning me round, she kissed my mouth, hard and lingering.

“Next time I tell you to ask, ask.”

“Yes, Polly. I’m sorry…” I didn’t get any more out because she kissed me again.

I watched as she unstrapped herself and clambered on the bed, sitting, her knees up, legs apart and with her back to the headboard. “My turn. Tongue only.”

Well, what’s a girl supposed to do, argue?

Dr Ruth Beckett wasn’t by any means the stereotypical archivist. She was about my age, tall, long-haired and quite striking if not beautiful. She was wearing jeans and a white cotton blouse with flat shoes and was still three or four inches taller than I. We had coffee which was surprisingly good.

“I’ve got all Dr Tufnell’s research in a room downstairs. ‘m afraid you cant take anything away but you can make notes and copy anything you want. My secretary, Beth, will help you. Whatever material of ours you use you’ll need to ask formally for permission but you can be sure it’ll be granted. You can use the office downstairs for as long as you like, but it might take you a while, there’s quite a lot of material.

As it happened, Polly had been unable to come with me so I”d booked into a small hotel nearby for the night. Ruth led me to meet her secretary, then to the office I was to use. The material was all spread out on a long table along one wall and, I thought, shit, this is more than I’d hoped for. Ruth showed me the catalogue and I was impressed. That was going to save me hours.

And then I was alone. I hung my coat on the rack in the corner by the door, sat down at the desk and started on the catalogue.

I found mention of the records relating to Isabella Gurnard. There were two records, one maintained by Dr Martin, the doctor who had treated her and one which was more of a resume of those records prepared by Dr Tufnell. I found the latter first.

Tufnell could have been an historian. Here’s an extract.

“Henry Gurnard had, I suspect, a rather inappropriate relationship with Martin. Injuries among the tunnellers were frequent and often nasty. Judging from the substantial amounts paid by the company to Martin, he was the doctor of choice and not, I suspect, because of his clinical excellence. Many of Martin’s records suggest injuries, and most particularly deaths, were not a result of poor working practice by the management but occasioned by the workers’ carelessness or failure to abide by working rules. The same applied to diseases which were brought about through the appalling conditions the men worked in.

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[Disclaimer: None of the names mentioned herein are those of real people. The events described are fictionalized experiences and extrapolated fantasies from my college days. Additionally, I do not in any way intend to imply that the scenarios described are typical of what occurs at a women’s college. They are simply typical of me.]

When I tell men that I attended a women’s college, they usually say, in a voice heavy with innuendo, “I’ve heard about what goes on at those girl’s schools.” But what they imagine is from their masculine perspectives and fantasies, and so it is lacking in depth and breadth, not to mention out of touch with reality. They imagine lesbian sex going on between busty sorority girls with brazilian waxes in every room of every dormitory. They imagine the occasional lucky man tied to some girl’s bed with women lining up at the door for a chance at him. But the reality is much subtler and far more interesting. Most of the girls at women’s colleges are incredibly intelligent, the cream of the crop intellectually. Most of them are studious and driven: they had to work hard for the grades and test scores to get there. Some of them are from priviledged families, but more and more, the student body has become a cross-section of cultures, races, and socio-economic strata. And most of the girls there are hetero. I figure that a minimum of one in ten are lesbian, and of the remaining 90%, probably one in five is willing to experiment, like I was.

While I was curious, I didn’t start experimenting until my Junior year. Early on, I’d found a boyfriend with a fascinating mind, an amazing mouth, a thick cock, and a willingness to learn to use them to maximize my enjoyment of him, and his of me. But Drew went off to grad school three hours away, and we commenced a weekend-only physical relationship that was insufficient to my needs and his. We admitted this to each other and spoke of breaking up, but there was love there between us, and we did not want to end our relationship because of distance. Yet, both of us were highly-sexed and neither of us appreciated the fact that when we got together all we did was fuck like rabbits. Whenever we saw each other, the sexual tension was so intense that even when we tried to go out and do things as a couple like we used to before he moved away, we ended up having sex. Restaurants, concert halls, parks, stairwells, swimming pools, class rooms, libraries, stores–it didn’t matter. Our eyes would meet, or our hands would touch, and that urge to copulate would surge irresistably through us.

We spoke several times a week, and one day, after a couple of months of separation, Drew spoke longingly of his attraction to some of the women he saw almost daily. I told him he should ask them out. He said that it would not be fair. When I asked him why, he said because it would not be fair for him to have sex but not me. I remarked that it would not take me long to find another partner, and told him of the dates I’d turned down. I’ve never been a sexually jealous person and the thought of him with someone else did not bother me–my only concerns were that he practice safe sex if he did sleep with someone else, and that he tell me about it, preferably beforehand. But Drew was not like me in that, and the thought of me with another man drove him nuts. So we dropped the subject.

Soon afterwards, a solution presented itself in the form of one of the women in my house. Pilar was openly bi-sexual and quite a hot little number. She’d been hitting on me for two years, and at the beginning of our junior year, she’d begun doing things like sitting on my lap and feeding me bits of food, and slipping her arms around my neck and nuzzling me so I could smell the scent of the woman she’d just been with on her face. We went out dancing with a group one night as a stress-break from mid-terms and she seduced me. It was beautiful and exciting and exhausting. The following morning I called Drew to confess what I had done. I expected a jealous outburst, but what I got instead was a barrage of questions. He admitted that the thought of me and Pilar together was very arousing, and we had phone sex as I described what had occurred the night before:

I left the lab at about 10pm on Friday night, utterly exhausted. My partner and I had been running PCR and gel electrophoresis on DNA from Brugia malayi for a project involving the development of a biological assay for diagnosis of lymphatic filariasis. I’d missed the traditional Friday high tea and dinner as well, so I was intent on finding something to eat and getting a few hours sleep before I got back to work, this time on a lit paper that was due Monday morning.

When I let myself into the house, there were a few men and a dozen women in the living room. One of them was Pilar. bayburt escort She was wearing a little black skirt and a black vest, both of which showed off her golden skin marvellously. At first glance it looked like she was wearing a silk-screened tank under her vest, but she wasn’t. She and Serena had painted the skin of her torso, front and back. She removed the vest to show me their handiwork, and I was impressed, not only by the artistry, but by the bounce of her breasts. Such perky little breasts.

They cajoled me into going out with them. Pilar dragged me upstairs and shoved me into the shower, and while I was showering, she picked out my clothes. I balked at wearing a summer-weight dress in late October, but she reminded me that we’d be dancing at the Black Pearl, and we would be working up a sweat. When I finished dressing and looked at myself in the mirror so I could fix my hair, I groaned. Pilar had chosen a push-up-push-out bra to wear with the dress and I was showing some serious cleavage. Which meant that guys at the club were going to think I was available, when I wasn’t. Pilar wouldn’t hear of me changing, so I sighed, then pinned my hair up to keep it off my neck and out of my way on the dancefloor. Forgoing stockings, I slipped into some flats, grabbed a wrap, and away we went.

The Pearl was packed. Locals and people from all five colleges in the area were there because it was one of the few places that the under-21 crowd could go with friends who were of legal drinking age. The Friday-night DJ always played good dance music and this night was no exception. The group of us pushed our way onto the dance floor upstairs and started shaking it. Pilar had an amazing little gymnast’s body and she had some serious moves. I remember seeing her dancing with Serena and Melody, watching her weave her body around them like a cat. I loved it when she grabbed Melody’s mane of waist-length blonde hair and bent her backwards, exposing her midriff. Pilar’s golden hand played across Melody’s belly as she pumped her body against the taller woman’s back, hips rocking, breasts bouncing, lips trailing along the exposed throat. It was a very sexually charged moment, and I got hot just watching them. I think everyone did.

We danced for hours, letting off our mid-term stress. Pilar paired off with me several times, and inevitably she ended up grinding herself against my thigh or slipping her own thigh between my legs, bumping against my pubis. She was making me crazy; I hadn’t seen Drew for two weeks and I was so sexually frustrated I was ready to hump my bedpost even before I went out dancing. Every brush of her body against mine sent a zing of pleasure through me. Mmm, yes, all that bumping and grinding to the powerful bass grooves on the dance floor was making me wild.

At one point Pilar worked her way down my body and back up, her fingertips trailing along the backs of my thighs, sending shivers through me and making my nipples harden. Her eyes fixed on my breasts on the way up and she pressed her lips to my cleavage, her tongue snaking out to taste my skin. I gasped at the sensation. A moment later, her mouth was just inches from mine. Her hand slipped up the back of my neck and she pulled me toward her, kissing me full-on. It was probably a brief kiss, but it seemed to last several minutes. When her mouth opened and her tongue sought mine, I met it. She slipped her arms around my neck and arched her body against me, purring, then broke away, putting distance between us, dark eyes dancing in a merry face.

We closed the place down, then stumbled up the hill to our houses. Some of the girls paired off with each other. One of the boys got lucky; the other one who had been with us headed home, alone. Serena and her boyfriend asked Pilar to join them for a three-way, but she declined. Instead, she linked her arm in mine and we kept walking. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, afterall, we lived in the same house. We walked the solo girl to her house and made sure she was safely inside before we turned back to our own, just a few blocks away.

Pilar unlocked the front door and held it open for me to preceed her. I, in turn, pulled open the entry door. As she passed me, she let her fingers trail along my back and waist. Her touch sent an electric thrill through me, making me hyper-aware of my skin and the moistness between my legs. Our eyes met and without a word, she took my hand and lead me up the stairs, stopping on the third floor landing. My room was on the fourth floor.

Pilar raised my hand and pressed her mouth to my wrist. Her nostrils flared and I could feel her breath on my skin. “I can smell you,” she said.

I blushed deeply. I was breathing fast, and it wasn’t from the walk bilecik escort up. I was damp, and it wasn’t from sweating. Pilar had teased me all night and I was in such a state that I was quivering inside. But I had no idea what, if anything, I should do. I hadn’t touched another girl since I was 11 or 12 years old.

She smiled at me and tugged on my hand. “Stay with me tonight?” she asked. Her voice was sultry, her normally slight British accent more pronounced. Her eyes were beautiful and lustrous, long-lashed, and so dark they were almost black. Her eyes drew me and I fell into them, willingly.

“I might,” I said the first thing that came to mind. “If you kiss me.”

Another smile, this one slow and meaningful. She ran her tongue across her lips as she stepped nearer. Her fingers followed the neckline of my dress upwards, teasing my bare skin, making my nipples rise. She put both of her hands on my shoulders and stood up on tip-toe to kiss me. It was a soft kiss, just a brush of her lips, really. It was tantalizing, a vivid reminder of the kiss we had shared earlier on the dance floor, making me want more.

‘Again!’ something in my mind cried. As she pulled away I ran my hands up her arms and cupped her head, tilting it back. I pressed my lips to hers, firmly. She opened her mouth to me, but I ignored the invitation, nibbling and sucking on her bottom lip, instead.

She moaned and sighed, and breaking away, practically dragged me toward her room. Once inside, she began undressing me, her mouth kissing every bit of flesh that she exposed. When she freed my breasts from the bra she ran her hands along the undersides, cupping them. Her hands were so small and my breasts so large in comparison, but she somehow managed to trap my nipples between her thumb and forefinger while still cradling them. A little bit of pressure and she had me gasping, pleasure singing along my nerve-endings. My skin pebbled under the sensory onslaught of her hands and her mouth. She pushed me backwards onto her bed and stepped out of her skirt, and then she was on me.

We touched each other, fingers exploring. It was such a wonder to me, the way she felt under my fingertips, the way she moaned and gasped–no rough rumbling from her–no, she was a bundle of breathy cries just waiting to escape her throat. I have no idea when my nervousness left me, but it did, driven out by such powerful longing for this little spitfire from Belize. Her body pressing into mine was a mass of contrasting sensations and expectations. Her skin was cool in some places and very warm in others. It was silky soft and hairless, so different from Drew’s. Her cheeks were smooth, instead of stubbly. She was rounded and soft instead of angled and hard.

She lay atop me, her groin pressing into mine, rocking against my clit, making me gasp and writhe. Her mouth explored my face, her tongue tracing the curve of my upper lip. She could not seem to keep her hands away from my breasts for long. She bounced them and kneaded them, pulled on the long nipples, sensitizing me to the point that every brush of her fingertips sent stars shooting behind my eyes. She shifted a bit, straddling my thigh, and her mouth on my throat was hot, so liquid hot, that I felt branded by it. Her teeth nipped at my skin, making me moan and shiver. My hands rose, fingers tangling in her hair, and that beautiful chin-length silken blackness felt soooo amazing to me, such a source of sensuous delight, that it brought tears to my eyes.

She was slow and tender and yet so hot and passionate. Her thigh pressed rhythmically on my mound as she rocked herself against me, her hips dancing against me as they had at the Pearl. I could feel the brush of her pussy against the top of my own thigh, a moist teasing tickle. I lifted my leg a little, pressing it up into her, and she moaned, her breath puffing against my skin. She dipped her tongue into the hollow at my throat, then slid farther down on my body, leaving a trail of kisses behind as she worked her way to my left breast. Her pussy skidded hard against my thigh in the same moment that her mouth enveloped my nipple. Both were hot and wet and slippery, and combined with the intense stimulation of my nipple, the duality of the sensations over-stimulated me. I was full-body blinded for a few seconds: seeing nothing, feeling nothing, utterly blue-screened. I think I even forgot to breathe.

I needed a change, a break from the intensity, so I moved out from under her, laying on my side. She joined me and we lay facing each other, her head pillowed on my arm. With my fingertips, I traced the outline of her body, the curve of shoulder and waist and hip. I found myself loving the golden tone of her skin, which seemed so rich a colour bingöl escort when contrasted against my own pale flesh. I admired the paint upon her skin, letting my fingers to trace the sinuous abstract designs that served to camouflage her nudity. Again, my hand swept down along her curves, and when I reached her hip, Pilar shivered and made a little sound in her throat. She took my hand and parted her thighs, pressing my fingers against her. It was very foreign and yet oddly familiar, the feel of her. I had this odd flash in my mind, the thought that if I had no feeling from the waist down, this is what it would feel like if I touched myself.

Pilar moved to lay on her back with one knee raised and tangled the leg nearest me between my own. Again, her hand sought mine, and again she pressed my hand against her mound, this time curling my fingers into her, pressing them between her labia, whispering, “Please… Please touch me, Kay.”

God! She was liquid in her core, so hot and slippery that I sucked my breath in between my teeth. I marvelled at how wet she was, giddy with the knowledge that this was what my lovers felt when they touched me. Before I knew it, I had raised my fingers to my nose. I inhaled deeply of her scent. She smelled quite different from me, musky and fleshy to my ginger and floral. I slipped a finger into my mouth. Piquant. Tangy. Different from mine, but not really, just stronger. More intense. Oralgasmic.

“You taste incredible,” I said breathlessly.

I pressed my fingers to her mouth, smearing her juices across her lips, wanting to share it with her. She moaned and took my fingers into her mouth, sucking on them. Amazing! I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her tongue flicking across my fingertips. Warm and slippery against my fingertips. Like her pussy was. I slowly pulled my fingers from her mouth and ran them down her body, giving each nipple a squeeze as I made my winding way back to that enticing, moist, hot-spot at the juncture of her thighs.

I touched my mouth to hers as I dipped my fingers back between her labia. She moaned and lifted her hips, pressing them upwards, against my hand. Her mouth opened under mine, her tongue seeking urgently, penetrating me, searching for my tongue. I let it glide against hers, teasing her in the same way my fingers were teasing her, dancing around the opening to her vagina, tapping there, occasionally pressing just the tips of my fingers along the inner lining.

Her body was in constant motion next to mine, twitching and rocking. She whimpered and moaned into my mouth, turning up the sexual charge, making me ache inside. ‘So this is what it is like for my lovers when they pleasure me, ‘ I thought, revelling in her abandonment.

I sent my thumb searching for her clit, and found it with some difficulty, even though I knew exactly where to go. ‘Such a little thing,’ I thought to myself, thinking of my own clit. ‘Big anatomical difference there.’

Any other thoughts I might have had fled my mind as Pilar jolted and cried out when my thumb grazed her clit. She took my head in both her hands and kissed me hard, sucking my tongue into her mouth. I tapped her clit a few times with my thumb and then slid my first two fingers deep inside her. Her body went rigid and she broke the kiss, throwing her head back over my arm.

“Yes! God yes! Like that… Just….like…that!”

I pumped my fingers in and out of her, giving an extra little bouncing push when I could go no further. She was unbelievably hot and wet inside. Feeling the incredible liquid warmth of her vagina, I understood why men seemed so single-mindedly intent on getting inside women. If it felt this good with my fingers, I could only imagine how intense it would be with a cock. I felt a new appreciation for Drew’s self-control and promised myself I would not get angry at him the next time he came too soon. Hell, I was ready to come just from the feel of my fingers inside her.

I leaned my head forward and took Pilar’s bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on it. I pressed my thumb more firmly onto her clit and rubbed it in a circular motion, jamming my fingers as deeply as I could into her. I hooked my fingers in under her pubic bone, there, on that small rough spot on the top of her vagina and rocked her whole body with the motion of my arm.

Pilar dragged in a deep breath and held it, her body arching as she came, her vaginal muscles clamping down on my fingers, fluttering wildly. Her legs kicked out and she let out her breath in short, sharp little gasps.

“Oh god… Fuck… Oh! Oh! Ah!”

A final forceful jolt of her hips against my hand and then she collapsed against the mattress, her chest heaving. I slowly slipped my fingers out of her and rested my hand on her belly. She tore her hair away from her sweaty face and looked up at me.

“I thought you’d never been with a woman before, ” she gasped.

I looked into her eyes, and a dark memory surfaced, only to be banished immediately.

“Not like this,” I said honestly. “Not at all like this.”

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Anonymous said: I hope you do this one. Can you write a story where two women sneak away and have sex while one or both of their boyfriends are waiting for them? Thanks, JJ.

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My boyfriend was out of town, and I was lonely. I was feeling sorry for myself as I went through my routine for the day. I didn’t have any plans that night since my boyfriend was my usual plan on a Saturday night. I went for a long walk and decided that it would be a perfect night to utilize my apartment complex’s pool and spa to soothe my sore muscles.

I put on my fuchsia bikini and smiled at myself in the mirror. I had gained a few pounds, but this wasn’t a bad thing. I had been too thin for far too long, and it was nice to see my bigger tits and plump ass shoved into the tiny, barely-there fabric. I said goodbye to my cat, Toasty, and headed to the pool with my beach bag. I popped several marijuana-infused gummy bears into my mouth, hoping to peak at some point during my pool visit.

There were people already at the pool when I arrived, but my key fob wouldn’t seem to work. It had worked on plenty of other occasions, but now I wasn’t sure what was wrong. I tried swiping it over the sensor pad several times before I got frustrated. Finally, I stood on my tiptoes, trying to see over the tall bit of fencing in front of me. I saw a girl walking past, and I called out to her.

“Hey! Can you open this door for me? My key won’t work!”

She paused and pivoted to see who I was. Our eyes met, and she gave me a wide smile.

“Sure!” she called and walked over to open the door for me.

“Thank you!” I said gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” she answered with a smile. She was a petite Hispanic girl with a very adorable dimple on one cheek. She was gorgeous, and I have to admit when she turned around and walked toward the spa, she was looking mighty fine in her burgundy bikini. Fortunately, it was a string bikini that was too small for her. The top barely covered her small breasts, and even though her suit bottoms were bikini cut, she had allowed the fabric to gather between her plump ass cheeks. She was thin, except for where it counted in her ass and thighs. Her body was perfect, and though I probably would have gone in the pool if she hadn’t been there, I followed her to the spa instead.

“Hey, baby! I want another shot!” she demanded of the man who was already shoulder-deep in the hot tub. The man looked old enough to be her father. He was Hispanic and grumpy. I tried to say hello to him, but he merely grunted.

“Babe, don’t be rude!” she scolded him. She hopped into the spa, and I watched as the man extracted a bottle of booze from his bag and poured two plastic shot glasses full. They didn’t offer me any alcohol, but I wasn’t a big drinker anyhow. I was already starting to feel the buzz from the gummy bears I had eaten.

I couldn’t stop staring at the girl as she made conversation with the man. He was definitely her boyfriend, although I couldn’t figure out what a girl as hot as her was doing with a man like him. He wasn’t good-looking, he was slightly overweight, and frankly, he was a bit of an asshole.

“Let’s go to the pool,” the man grumbled.

“Yeah, let’s go! Come swim with me!” the girl said with excitement. She glanced over to make sure that I was still checking her out, which I was. I realized that I was probably the rude one and looked away long enough for them to gather their belongings and head over to the pool. I wanted to join them, but I didn’t want to seem rude or intrusive. I wanted to fuck this girl so badly, but there was no way the guy was going to allow that. He hadn’t even made eye contact with me since I’d arrived, and he wasn’t exactly friendly.

I watched while the couple continued to do shots, bursa escort but I kept my eye on the girl’s ass as she swam laps in the pool while trying not to get her dark brown hair wet. Her ass cheeks floated on the surface of the water as she swam, and that’s when the man caught me looking.

He didn’t say anything, but he glared at me, his nostrils flaring. Maybe he thought I was some kind of threat, but honestly, I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted his girlfriend, and I would definitely put in some work to try and make it happen. She kept looking over at me, her eyes dancing with delight as the alcohol worked its magic.

I felt pretty fucked up myself as the full effects of my pot-infused gummy bears worked their way into my head. I couldn’t stop watching her frolic in the pool like a child. She was probably a lot younger than me. She looked like she was barely twenty-one, while I was closer to forty. Still, she couldn’t stop glancing over at me to make sure I was still watching her. Finally, she moved to her man, her eyes still on me. They began to kiss, and I watched as his hands ran all over her body, touching all the places I wished that I could touch.

Instead, I touched myself, allowing my fingers to find their way into my bikini bottoms. I pressed my back against one of the more powerful jets in the spa and let my pussy ache for this girl as I listened to her giggle.

“Hi!” she called out to me, waving as she caught me watching them make out.

“Hi!’ I called back, waving at her stupidly. I was too high to even move, except for my fingers, which were bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

“I think she’s touching herself,” the girl said loudly to the guy.

“So fucking what?” he answered.

“I think she’s horny. You said you want to see me with a girl.”

“She’s not a girl. She’s middle-aged!” The boyfriend said this as if it was a dirty word. “I want to see you with a hot, young girl.”

“You’re such a pervert!” the girl giggled, and then she splashed a bit of water his way.

That was the moment when I came, my pussy exploding inside of the spa. I tried not to make any noise, but I lost that battle. What came out of me sounded like a mix between a growl and a scream. I instantly knew that I had been too loud, and I was afraid to look up as I pulled my hand from my still-twitching clit.

“I told you she was fucking herself! Let me invite her over here.”

“I told you…” the guy began, but then he finally did turn and look over at me. I smiled sheepishly at him. “Fine, if you want, you can invite her over here.”

“Thank you!” the girl giggled and made her way over to me. I was nervous as she approached, but she was so beautiful that I couldn’t help but want to fuck the living shit out of her with my strap on or maybe sit on her face until she couldn’t breathe. She brought out something in me that I rarely encountered, something sadistic and carnal. I wanted to destroy her.

“I saw you watching us make out,” she said when she got close enough.

“Yeah, I’m pretty horny,” I admitted.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” She sat down at the edge of the spa and put her feet in so that they were close enough to touch me. She touched my thigh with her foot tentatively.

“Yes, but he’s out of town,” I admitted.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” she asked me, her cute little smile lighting up her entire face.

“I have. I’m sure you can tell that, can’t you?” I asked her. Our eyes met again, and her smile dissolved into a sexy pout. She knew what she was doing, and I was going to let her do it.

“You want to come over and have a couple of shots with us?”

“I don’t drink, but I’ve already eaten some edibles. I’m high as fuck.”

“High çanakkale escort enough to go to that bathroom over there with me?” she pointed to the small building.

“I thought you’d never ask!” She offered me her hand and helped me out of the spa. I felt a bit wobbly as we walked together to the bathroom.

“Hey!” her man called. “Where are you going?”

“We are going to the bathroom, obviously!”

“Wait. What are you going to do in there?”

“Go to the bathroom! What else?” she called back as she keyed into the women’s restroom. Once we were inside, she made sure to not only lock but deadbolt the door.

“Is he going to be okay out there by himself?” I asked, not wanting to cause problems in her relationship.

“He’ll be fine. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” She stared me down, her smile now a sly smirk as she moved closer to me to take what she wanted.

I gripped her by the shoulders, pulling her to me, our wet bikinis pressed together. I paused to look into her eyes before I kissed her. I had seen her kissing her boyfriend, but the way we were kissing was much more filled with passion and lust. I knew instantly that she was more into women than men. Maybe she was too young to understand herself and what she wanted, but perhaps I would be the one to show her.

My hands wandered all over her body. I reached into her wet bikini to feel the hardness of her nipples and the softness of her pussy. Her pussy was completely shaved, and I wondered if she shaved it all for that guy or if she did it for herself. My fingers hooked reflexively, knowing precisely what to do to make this girl cum. I secretly hoped that my fingers were much better at doing so than his dick.

She tried to stifle her moans, knowing that her boyfriend was right outside and that if he heard what we were doing, there would be hell to pay. He didn’t strike me as a nice person or a forgiving one. On the contrary, he seemed like more of the jealous, mean type that would make her suffer and pay dearly for this mistake if he found out.

I leaned in to kiss her again, and she kissed me back with the kind of hunger that made me want to please her more. I led her to the sink and pulled the ties on her bikini bottoms until they came right off in my hand.

“Sit up here,” I patted the counter, and she hopped up eagerly and took her spot, spreading her legs. Her cute, little smile was back, and I could see that she was still a bit drunk. I crouched between her legs, sticking a finger in before adding my tongue to her clit. Then, I hooked my finger back toward her G-spot and felt around, trying to find the best spot, the one that would make her lose her mind.

I finally found it, and I pressed down on her tender flesh as my tongue flicked at her clit with precision. Her legs were shaking, and though she tried not to make any noise, she couldn’t help but scream as her orgasm swept away everything but the pleasure. She tried her best to pull her pussy away, but I held her down, fingering and licking her as she trembled with enjoyment.

“Please! No more!” she begged me, trying to push me away. Her hands were on my head, but I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t let her move me away. Instead, she shuddered, succumbing to the orgasm I had evoked in her. Her body finally went limp, and she began to slide slowly off of the counter and onto me. Luckily, I was able to catch her and steady her on her feet. She held onto the counter for support, her legs still weak.

“How was that?” I asked, knowing what I had just done to her.

“That was…oh my God! I’ve never done anything like that!”

“Really? You’ve never been with a girl before?”

“Oh, yeah, I mean, I’ve done that. I mean, I’ve never cum like that çankırı escort before. Where did you learn to do that?”

“My boyfriend and I are swingers. You should come hang out with us sometime.”

“I’d like that.”

“I can get your number when we go back out there; maybe we can meet up again,” I suggested.

“I didn’t get a chance to lick your pussy,” she smiled at me.

“Do we have time?” I asked, knowing her boyfriend would probably come looking for her if she was gone too long.

“How about just one little lick?” she looked up at me with longing, and so I pulled my bikini bottoms off and watched as she knelt in front of me and began to play with my pussy with her fingers. It felt nice, but when she added her tongue, I could feel all the passion inside of her. This was the actual reason that I was attracted to her. It wasn’t her sexy body or her beautiful smile; it was her soul. She had the soul of a swinger, and I loved that about her. I wanted to exploit her and use her for all that she was worth.

I thought about presenting her to my boyfriend, sharing my prize with him. I wanted to watch him fuck her pussy as I fucked her face, grinding my pussy all over her mouth until it was all she could taste and feel. I wanted to make her cum so many times that she lost count. I wanted her to crave me, beg for me, and submit to me.

I came hard, my pussy spasming as her tongue darted in and out of my hole. She wasn’t afraid to really get in there, and she didn’t mind being a good girl and licking my pussy. She was perfect. I stroked her hair as I came again, and then I motioned for her to stop.

“Thank you. That was amazing!” I exclaimed breathlessly.

“I can keep going if you want!” she said eagerly.

“I think we better get back out there. I don’t want your boyfriend to lose his shit.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she admitted, and I saw her frown for the first time.

“Don’t worry, we can hang out again soon.”

“Okay,” she agreed, and I gave her one last tender kiss before we got our bikinis back on the way they were supposed to be. Then, I opened the door for her so I could watch her ass sway as she walked.

“What took you so long?” her boyfriend asked as we made our way back to the pool. It was dark now, and I noticed that someone else was now in the pool area and getting into the spa.

“What’s your number?” I asked the girl, and she took my phone from my hands to add in her number.

“Thanks. I have to go now, but I’ll text you,” I promised.

“Okay.”

“Bye!” I called to her boyfriend, who simply grunted in response to me.

“Don’t be rude, babe! Say goodbye!” she demanded.

“No! I don’t have to say goodbye if I don’t want to.”

“I’m sorry he’s so rude,” she apologized.

“Don’t be. I know how men can be.”

“Right?” she remarked, and we both giggled.

“I’ll text you soon,” I said as I finally made my way out of the gate and back to my apartment.

By the time I got home, I realized how high I really was. Maybe I had eaten too many gummy bears, or perhaps it was just the right amount. I peeled my damp suit from my body and relived what had just happened with the hot Hispanic girl at the pool. I hadn’t even gotten her name, but when I opened my phone to check her number, she had typed in her name, which was Julie.

My phone suddenly rang, and I jumped, startled by the sudden noise. I was hoping that it was Julie, but it was my boyfriend.

“Hey, baby!” I cooed.

“You sound happy!”

“I am! I met a girl.”

“Oh? Tell me about her,” he encouraged me. I told him the whole story, and it turned into the closest thing to phone sex my boyfriend and I have ever had. I could tell he was excited to get home so he could meet Julie. I hadn’t asked her if she was open to fucking my boyfriend, but I was pretty sure I could convince her and corrupt her in any way I desired. I was feeling on top of the world, excited about a pretty girl I’d fucked in the pool bathroom. The day had definitely turned out better than I had planned.

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“Okay now the hard part,” chirped Gracie.

Gracie was Nicole’s hairdresser, and for all intents and purposes mine as well. Ever since Susan blackmailed me into a lesbian relationship with her cousin Nicole I have been trapped as Nicole’s sex slave. Forced to act the way she wants, dress the way she wants and even have my hair and makeup done the way she wants.

Today what Nicole wanted was a very erotic braiding. The girls at the salon had just finished my makeup, usually the last step. Covering my face in a light foundation, my lips in a contrasting deep burgundy color and my eyes in red and black eye shadow and eyeliner.

With the focus of a surgeon Gracie started to braid the hair along my scalp starting from the center and ending above my ear, leaving a bit of hair in the middle of my forehead. Next, using some of my long hair from the back she started braiding forward until she met the front braid. Incorporating the remnants of each, she braided down towards my ear before breaking the braid in two, a smaller one going behind my ear and a larger one in front. The front braid was parted again just above the level of my eyebrows and braided to the hair dangling over my nose, while the rest was braided to the bottom of my ear. The rear braid was kept tight against the back of my ear and pulled around the bottom where it was merged with the braid in the front. Gracie then braided the combined hair towards my face just under my cheekbone. When she reached the center of my eye she broke the braid into two, the upper was braided moving just under my eye to the top of my nose. With another hairdresser holding it in place Gracie repeated the process on the other side. With an intricate webbing of six braids meeting over my nose Gracie started to braid the hair she left hanging in the center of my forehead, incorporated each braid as she went down the bridge of my nose. She then braided the final lower braids until they emerged over the center of my nose and then braided the remaining hair up.

Unable to see, it felt like Gracie was making a small bun with my hair at the crown of my nose. Using a small pliers and a metal ring she secured them all together. The end result felt like a web of hair covering the top of my face.

“Done! What do you guys think?” Announced Gracie.

Spinning my chair I got to see Gracie’s artwork. The lattice work of interwoven braids resembled a fashionably erotic lace mask that was becoming popular.

“It’s incredible,” beamed Nicole as she surveyed Gracie’s work, “a true work of art. What do you think puppet?”

“Unbelievable,” I replied almost in a daze as I reached up, my nails colored to match my hair scraping the intricate braiding.

“I know”, giggled Gracie. “I cannot believe I was actually able to do it. I was thinking we could add some angel’s breath to highlight the style a little more.”

“No,” replied Nicole placing her hand on Gracie’s back and sliding it lower than appropriate. “It’s perfect, anything more will just take away from it. How finish up we have a photo shoot to do.”

I studied my image as Gracie made short work of my remaining hair. It truly was a work of art and gave my face and me a highly seductive look. The small bun on my nose resembled a flower decorating the center of the mask and was a brilliant way to hold it all together. Once again Nicole made me look my best for her deviate plans.

While I was making my assessment Gracie was making two more braids running down the back of my neck pulling the ends up and weaving them back into their bases, creating two loops. With my remaining hair she created a small bun at the base of my head looking like a larger version of the one she created for my mask. Standing up, I noticed that I had become the center of attention in the crowded salon as everyone stopped to admire the fetish style Gracie created, including Morgan the salon owner.

“That is truly amazing,” complemented Morgan.

“Thank you,” beamed Gracie from her bosses complement.

“I knew you were good,” continued Morgan as she examined my head, “but this deserves to be on the cover of a magazine.”

“Thanks again,” stated Gracie. “Alice and Nicole are doing a photo shoot and asked me to do a style that would make Alice really stand out.”

“Well given how beautiful your model looks I can just imagine how well the pictures will turn out,” added Morgan. “Say, I have an idea. If you are doing a photo shoot I will exchange the cost of the visit for a head shot we can place on our salon wall?”

“That sounds fantastic,” responded Nicole. “How about that my sweet, your first professional shoot.”

I could only smile nervously. Nicole did not even ask me if I was okay having a picture of me on a salon’s wall, let alone looking like this. But it made no difference as Susan would not allow me to say no.

“Come puppet we have a busy day,” ordered Nicole as she guided me out of the salon to the applause of the patrons.

—–

True bitlis escort to her word it was a busy day. Nicole had me dress in a number of outfits, the bulk of them borrowed from Annette, the MILF Susan forced me to seduce. Heavy into role-play Annette had a number of character outfits as well and a large collection of latex clothing. We had ‘play dates’ every other weekend when her daughter spent the night at her cousins by way of alternating sleepovers. As this was our off week, I knew she would loan me the clothes.

Hence, I found myself in Nicole’s darkened basement wearing a figure hugging shiny black latex dress with a deep scoop neckline that showed off the tops of my breasts and the hem meeting the pinkie rule. Shoulder-length opera gloves, four-inch stiletto heels and leggings reaching to within an inch of the hemline, all in shiny black latex, covered the skin left exposed by the little black dress.

Combined with my hair and makeup I couldn’t deny how sexy I looked or how restricted I felt. The gloves and leggings tightly encased my limbs and resisted even the slightest of movements. The dress clung tightly over my body, squeezing my torso and stomach into a more hourglass appearance and stretching over my hips and ass pinning my thighs together. Despite having a majority of my skin covered I felt naked and exposed in the tight ensemble. With the riding crop I gave Nicole for Christmas in hand I stood in position awaiting Nicole’s command. Forced to breathe deeply, I could feel the latex of the dress stretch before squeezing the air out of my lungs.

“Okay puppet,” commanded Nicole. “Let your arms hang and let the crop point at the ground. Back straight. A serious face and keep eye contact with the camera.”

I knew better than to resist and I posed as Nicole ordered. We have done these shoots many times and I knew exactly what she wanted. And like a professional model I started to walk down the lighted pathway towards the camera heel to toe with the crop playfully hitting my calf muscle as the camera clicked away.

The latex leggings tugged against my legs and the hem of the dress acted like a rubber band forcing my thighs together making me fight for every small step. As I walked forward I knew the lights were reflecting off of the shiny black latex presenting an ever-changing kaleidoscope for the camera.

After the dress Nicole had me pose in many more outfits, from latex to leather to lace. But the theme of the photos were all the same, sexual dom play. For some I posed as the aggressor, the dom role, and for others I was the submissive.

“Okay puppet, time for the real fun,” announced Nicole as she put down the camera and pulled several red ropes from her bag of tricks, “take off all your clothes.”

Nervously I removed the little clothing I was wearing as I watched Nicole methodically organized the ropes. Ever since I was forced to start this sexual relationship my body had been conditioned to associate females with sex. Yet as much as my body now desired the touch of a woman, mentally I was still heterosexual. But my lack of experience with boys gave me little to fight against the softness or feminine curves I had been trained to crave.

While my mind wanted to resist I knew I had to go along with Nicole desires and as I focused on the ropes coiled in her hands a shiver ran through my treacherous body. It’s amazing what can be conditioned to start triggering arousal. At the sight of the ropes my body knew my mind would no longer have control and would be free to enjoy the sexual pleasures without conflict.

With a playful smirk Nicole tied a figure eight knot into one of the ropes. My breathing became deep and slow as she moved in front of me and pressed herself against my naked body and centered the knot just above the crack of my ass.

“I know puppet,” whispered Nicole into my ear, “rope play makes me excited to.”

I felt Nicole pull the rope over my hips as she tied a decorative knot over my pelvis. Taking the ends she pulled them upward and around the small of my waist before directing them back down and through the loops of the figure eight knot on my back. Kneeling down she pulled the two ends between my legs wedging the ropes in the crack of my ass and up along the outside of my labia and looping them over the hip rope on either side of the knot over my pelvis. Pulling the two ends back down Nicole strategically tied a knot to rest on my clitoris before weaving the two lengths. Reaching for her bag Nicole pulled out a remote vibrator, identical to the one I embedded in Lisa, and pushed it into my wet cavity before sealing my slit with the woven rope.

I unconsciously wiggled my hips moving the vibrator and rope into a better position as Nicole pulled on the two ends forcing the ropes to move over my ass cheeks, then wrapping it around my hip, a little lower than the original, before securing it to the rope running up the bolu escort outside of my outer labia pulling them apart. After repeating the process on my other side I was effectively wearing a pair of rope panties hiding nothing but securely binding my body and keeping the small intruder from escaping.

“Now cross your arms behind your back,” ordered Nicole as she retrieved another rope.

A knot formed in my throat and I suppressed a moan as I folded my arms knowing my freedom was about to be taken away. A small gasp escaped my lips as Nicole meticulously wrapped the rope around my arms giving as much attention to its visual appeal as binding me. My whole body felt like an instrument being strung in preparation of being played by its master.

After securing my arms Nicole wrapped one of the ends around my chest just below my breasts. She then repeated the process with the other end wrapping it just above my breasts. The two ends were secured around my arms in the center of my back before being pulled up and tied into a decorative knot at the back of my neck. She then made two loops around my neck, one snug and the other loose hanging almost midway to my breasts and trying everything off behind my neck.

A tingle of excitement ran through my body as Nicole stopped to caress my breasts before she straightened the ropes. Returning to the table I watched as she found the center of another rope and used it to clinch the ropes running above and below my breasts together tightly between my breasts before pulling the two ends up towards to lose rope loop dangling around my neck. Giving the bottom of the loop twist Nicole fed the ends of the rope through the small ring she made and pulled them around my chest and looping them through the knot in the center of my arms. Moving behind me Nicole then pulled the two ends up and through the braided loops Gracie made before pulling them down and tying them to the figure eight knot over my ass.

“There, what a pretty package you make,” purred Nicole as she ran her fingers over the ropes.

Secured as I was all I could do was stand at attention as Nicole took liberties with my body. Squeezing her finger under the knot at my waist Nicole half directed half pulled me to a wooden pallet she covered with a deep red velvet cloth. Walking, I felt the full effects of the ropes for the first time as they pulled and pressed against my sensitive flesh.

I stepped onto the makeshift platform where Nicole helped me kneel. After having me wobble forward a little and spreading my legs Nicole was finally happy with my position and had me drop on my knees and press my ass into the heels of my feet. Taking another rope Nicole proceed to tie my thigh to my ankle and repeated the process every six inches until she reached my knee where she poked a hole in the fabric and secured the end to the slat beneath.

After securing my other leg the same way Nicole slowly circled me admiring her work. My breathing started to become heavy as I knelt at attention. Tied as I was I could not offer any resistance. I could only kneel, head facing forward as she made minor corrections to where the ropes lay. Satisfied Nicole retrieved her camera.

I had a sharp intake of breath and my body pulled against the ropes as Nicole activated the vibrator. Nicole laughed at my reaction as she captured my moment of surprise with the camera. After the initial jolt, Nicole reduced the setting of the vibrations to the level she knew would be very arousing but not enough to push me over the edge. The end result was my nipples remained hardened and my body released a steady flow of juices that lubricated the woven ropes pressed against my vagina.

My breathing started to become more and more labored as Nicole took her time moving around my bound body finding the perfect angle. All the while my pussy continued to leak as the vibrator kept up it steady torment. Twisting my body I let out an involuntary moan of frustration.

“Feeling a little frustrated puppet,” laughed Nicole.

“Yes mistress,” I replied as Nicole knelt down in front of me. Having all the pictures she wanted I knew she now wanted tease me for release. In my aroused state I could not take my eyes off of her round breasts swelling with each breath she took.

“You look so beautiful when you are helpless,” purred Nicole as she reached out and caressed my nipple. “I bet you would do anything to cum right now wouldn’t you puppet.”

“Ahhh, yes mistress,” I breathed while trying not to moan. Her touch was electric, and she knew how sensitive my breasts were. I kept trying to make it over the edge, my body was primed and wanted nothing more than to have Nicole bring me off, but she always pulled back just as I was reaching the crest causing my much wanted orgasm to retreat. My stomach clenching with exasperation from both wanting an orgasm from another woman and needing one. Knowing I had no choice I forced my head forward pulling burdur escort the bindings around my body tighter and driving the rope deeper into my crotch.

“Please mistress I need to cum,” I whimpered hoping Nicole would not make me debase myself too much.

“Oh so needy and helpless,” teased Nicole as she maneuvered in front of me, camera at the ready. “You may have what you crave.”

Nicole amped up the vibrator slightly and I leaned forward. The added pressure tightened the ropes and pressed the woven rope over my crotch against my clit. I started to pump my hips up and down as much as my restraints would allow as if humping an invisible object. My clit responded to the stimulation adding to the effects of the vibrator. Feeling the orgasm build my breathing became more labored, I started to hump faster and forced my head lower pulling the ropes tighter.

With a loud scream by whole body spasmed as the massive orgasm exploded within me. Unable to move, I remained in the ropes tight embrace as I caught my breath and let my racing heart slow. I enjoyed the rush of endorphins as I lifted my head easing the stress on the ropes. Opening my eyes I looked straight into Nicole’s camera and with a click of the shutter Nicole pulled the camera away revealing her perfect white teeth as she smiled.

“That was beautiful,” stated Nicole. Having its satisfaction my body was no longer fighting against my mind but the endorphins worked to distort my judgement and in my weakened state I could not resist her sexual draw and smiled back. As she stood and placed the camera on the table my eyes shifted focus to her ass shown off by the clinging yoga pants.

With her back still to me Nicole turned her head and made eye contact. With a wicked grin she grabbed the sides of her pants and pushed them down exposing her voluptuous ass. A hiss escaped my lips and my body trembled with lust as I felt it becoming more addicted.

Placing a chair before me, Nicole sat down and scooted until her glistening pussy was in front of my face and the smell of her arousal filled my nose. “Now bring me off,” commanded Nicole.

“Yes mistress,” I responded and I pressed my head down tightening the ropes once again.

Even before my tongue came in contact with her pussy I began salivate. Nicole’s training had been so effective and extensive the mere thought of performing oral sex caused my mouth to water. Worse was how my body now responded to the stimuli. My breasts swelled and my body tingled from the knowledge that I was about to pleasure another woman. As I strained against by bindings to reach Nicole’s crotch I felt the woven rope rub against my own pussy heightening my arousal.

As I stretched out my tongue it made contact with her moist lips I let out a deep sigh as Nicole activated the vibrator. As I pressed my body further down the rope tightened over my crotch and I pushed my tongue into Nicole’s cavity and lapped her juices.

It was Nicole’s turn to moan as my lips came into contact with hers and I began to maneuver my tongue in her love channel slurping out her nectar as I encouraged her body to release more. The familiar shiver of her body signaling she was about to cum I wiggle the tip of my tongue over her g spot causing her whole body to shake.

Laying in the chair I dutifully lap at her pussy as she came down from her high. My eyes staring over the expanse of her flat stomach and smooth curves of her heaving breasts before making contact with her eyes as she looked down at me, her hand moving to the back of my head.

“That was very good puppet,” breathed Nicole as she caressed my head. “One more like that and I will let you cum again.”

Extending my tongue I run it up to her swollen clit moving her hood out of the way before giving it a little nibble as I worked her arousal back up.

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I stood nervously before the applauding crowd, still uncomfortable being the center of attention. When Nicole presented the promised photo and results of the photo shoot to Morgan she decided to host an unveiling party. Attended by all the stylists, a number of the salons younger more trendy clients and a style reporter from the local paper the salon was filled with women dressed for an elegant reception. Being covered by the press encouraged to attendees to wear sexy cocktail dresses with many having their hair and makeup done by the salon.

The photo, a framed 16×20 print of the facial shot Nicole took just after my orgasm, was hidden behind a velvet cover until Gracie and I removed it. Adding to my humiliation was its companion picture, a copy of a magazine ad with me walking down a darkened hallway wearing the latex dress, horse whip in hand. Susan had convinced Nicole to let her shop the images to an upstart perfume company who bought the set to use as part of a campaign. Susan even got Nicole to set up a modeling/photo company that now owned a number of the stock photos Nicole had taken of me. Erotic and kinky photos now the property of a soulless corporation, 80% owned by my mistress Nicole and 20% by my blackmailer Susan. Playing up my submissive role Susan even got Nicole to have me sign a rather Draconian modeling contract stipulating I could not reject any negotiated assignment.

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Thanks to all my faithful readers for waiting so long for my new story. It was a bit lengthy, so I split it into three chapters. I hope you all love this story. It took me a very long time to write. I would like to thank my editor for his patient editing and his helpful hints. Enjoy.

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Elise looked at me while I drove. Every time I looked back at her, she just smiled. I parked the car in front of my parents’ house and turned to face her.

“You have been watching me the whole way.” I stared into her cerulean eyes, getting lost in a sea of blue once more.

“I just love to look at you. You are so sexy… and sweet… and cute… and gorgeous… and handsome. How many times have I told you that I love you?” Elise put her hand on my leg, still gazing into my eyes.

“You’ve told me at least five times since yesterday and I will never get tired of hearing it, or saying it to you, either, because I know we both mean it.” I put one hand on hers where she touched my leg and my other behind her neck, to pull her to me for a passionate kiss.

“I love you,” we both said at the same time then kissed again.

We got out of the car and walked hand in hand into the house. The house was quiet, so I led Elise through the house and out the back by the pool. My parents were having drinks. They talked and laughed about my childhood days.

My father is a big man: wide chest, broad shoulders, muscular arms and legs, slightly flabby stomach and of course… tall, dark and handsome as my mother always says. His dark hair is only starting to show a little grey now. His face has the telltale signs of laughter lines next to his brown eyes. He has thin lips and a slightly square jaw line. I got my height from my father.

My mother fits right under his arm. She has a thin build body like me. She is very fit for her age. I got my straight blond hair from my mother. She has colour-changing eyes depending on what mood she is in or what colour she is wearing. Her lips are rich and full with a U-shaped jaw line. She also has laughter lines like my father, indicating that they live a happy life together. Except for my square jaw line and my eye colour, I look a lot more like my mother than my father.

“Please don’t tell me you’re laughing about my childhood sillies again,” I requested as Elise and I walked toward them.

“Oh, the girls are here,” my mother said. She jumped to her feet.

“Hi Mom, this is Elise my girlfriend. Elise, this is my mother, Vanessa.” My Dad stood up and joined us.

“Hi my girl, how are you?” he asked as he swept me off my feet into a loving bear hug.

“Hi Dad, I’m great. This is Elise. This is my Dad, Anthony.” I introduced them to each other.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, my dear.” My parents each gave Elise a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

She froze briefly when my parents hugged her instead of shaking her hand and then leaned into the hug.

“It’s great to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you,” Elise said. She snuggled under my arm and cupped one of my ass cheeks for comfort.

Elise has always been a bit scared and shy when meeting new people. Over the past ten months of our relationship, I had taken over the role of being her rock and protector. To my surprise she didn’t seem at all scared or shy around my parents. She was calm and her usual bubbly self, the same as when she was with me. We sat down and had a drink while my parents and Elise got a little better acquainted.

“Honey, I will be right back.” I kissed her on the lips and went into the house. I stood at the door for a moment and watched her with my parents. They seemed to like her a lot. I headed back to the car to get her bag and the box of toys that I had hidden the day before.

“Shannon, I want to talk to you about something,” my Dad called out to me.

“What do you want to talk about Dad?” I waited for him to catch up to me. He took Elise’s bag from me.

“Well, it’s about Elise’s birthday gift. Your mother and I are sponsoring a scholarship for her. Do you know where she wants to go for further studies?” he asked while we walked toward the pool house.

“That’s very thoughtful of you and Mom. Elise will be very happy. She told me that she wants to study at the college here in town to be close to me. I think it’s TUT, if I’m not mistaken.” I opened the door to the pool house and gasped.

It was furnished with modern furniture but looked cosy and homey. There was a table standing in the kitchen set for two with candles and flowers: Lilac and Dahlias. Next to the table stood an ice bucket with a bottle of white wine in it.

To my right, next to the home theatre system stood a CD of love songs. On the kitchen counter was an envelope, a package and a small box. The envelope I guessed was the scholarship offer from my parents. The package and small box were gifts from me. I bought an engagement ring the last weekend I was here. The package was a book I had made up of all the poems Elise had written for me.

“Dad, this is breathtaking, aksaray escort thank you.” I threw my arms around him and kissed him on the cheek.

“It was nothing, my girl.” He returned my hug.

“Did you really do all this by yourself?” I asked him, looking around the pool house.

“Well, I didn’t get your mother with only my smarts and good looks. I do have good taste too.” He kissed me on the forehead and gave me Elise’s bag.

“Dad, what do you think of Elise? Do you think it’s too early to do this?” I asked in with a serious tone. I knew and trusted that he would tell me the truth of what he thought.

“I think she’s a keeper, marriage material. I can see that she really does love you. If this feels right to you and you are happy, then you should go for it.”

My father released me and left. I headed toward the bedroom to put the bag and box away. There were rose petals all over the bed, fragrant candles everywhere next to the bed. I put everything down then headed back to join everyone for lunch. I grabbed the envelope, package and little box on my way out. I stuffed the little box in my pocket to hide it.

I planned all this weeks ago. I think that her birthday is the perfect opportunity. The pool house had to be finished and I had a little shopping to do. It wasn’t easy to do because I let Elise read my mail for me whenever I was busy. Letting her read my credit card statement would have been a real party pooper. She would have seen the ring purchase.

We had lunch inside the house while my parents told Elise about all my and my late brother’s childhood silliness. After a few glasses of wine we continued our banter outside by the pool. There were six chairs… but Elise chose to sit on my lap. I could see the curiosity in her eyes when she saw the envelope and package in my hands. I passed her a grin then looked at my parents. They nodded for me to go ahead. I handed Elise the envelope first.

“What is this Shannon?” she asked, staring at it.

“That Honey, is your birthday gift from my parents.” She tore it open, pulled out the papers and read them. She jumped to her feet in excitement. My parents, of course, knew what was coming and stood up, preparing to be jumped.

“Oh my God, it’s a… scholarship… fully paid.” Elise jumped into their arms and wrapped her arms around both of them. The three of them almost tumbled into the pool.

“Oh thank you, thank you and thank you. How can I ever repay you?” She released them and looked at the papers again with bewilderment showing on her sweet features.

“Ah, it was nothing at all. We didn’t know what to get you, so we just decided to help you with any further studies.” My mother gave Elise another hug. Elise turned around and set the papers down on the table with a big smile. I handed Elise my package next.

“This is one of two gifts from me. It took me a while but I got it done in time with some help from my publisher.” I looked at my father. She looked at my father while opening the package, to reveal a hard copy collection of all the poems she wrote for me. The hard cover was protected by a proper dust jacket. The cover read: Love Poems written by Elise Benson.

“It’s just a rough copy for now. Read the introduction page.” She paged back after reading the first page, which had the first poem she wrote me on it. I had it dedicated to me.

“It’s a poem dedicated to me… written by you.” She read it out loud with tears streaming down her cheeks.

“You’re the one

By Shannon Grey

You made my heart skip ten beats at first sight.

You’re the one.

You made my knees go weak with our first kiss.

You’re the one.

You have made me happier than I could ever be.

You’re the one.

You drive me totally insane with her love.

You’re the one.

You glued my shattered soul back together.

You’re the one.

You mended my broken heart with patience.

You’re the one.

You made my life complete by being mine.

You’re the one.”

Elise and my mother were both wiping tears from their cheeks. Elise looked at me with her loving cerulean blues.

“Okay, now… before you jump my bones in front of my parents, Honey, could you please remove the dust jacket from the book and read what the hard cover says out loud?” I asked her. I felt my nerves on the brink of collapsing.

She did as I asked. I could feel the warm afternoon sun baking my skin. My heart raced in my chest. I could hear my blood beating in my ears, sounding like drums. I felt the shakes take over my body and sweat trickle over my skin.

“Love Poems written by Elise…” She froze, gasping for air. “Benson-Grey…” Elise lowered the book slowly. She found me in front of her on one knee, holding the little box open toward her. Elise clutched the book to her heart and swallowed at a hard lump in her throat.

“Will you marry me Elise Benson?” I held my breath. My mother cried as she watched the two amasya escort of us. I truly didn’t have a clue what her answer might be. A sense of fear had its evil clutches around my heart and lungs. She might say no.

“Oh, Shannon… I… I… I…” The young woman couldn’t speak. She frantically wiped at the tears in her eyes. I got to my feet and embraced her.

Elise buried her face in my breasts until she stopped crying. She looked up into my eyes and held her left hand out toward me. I put the ring on her finger as she spoke. “You sure know how to leave a girl breathless and snickering out of pure joy.” I cupped her face in my large hands and kissed her hungrily. “Yes, Shannon, I will marry you,” she beamed, finally.

We kissed again and held each other close. I started crying when I heard those words. My father smiled and his eyes glistened. My mother snickered more than the two of us were.

“I’m so sorry, Honey. I didn’t mean to overwhelm you like that.” I bowed my head down, lowering my lips to her ears.

“I’m really starting to think that I’m bad for you. First I make you pass out, then I make you see your future in my eyes and then I make you cry. This is becoming a habit with the two of us.”

Elise blushed wildly and looked around to see if anyone heard what I had said. I bent down, wrapped my arms around her legs under her ass and picked her up into the air. Elise cupped my face and kissed me passionately, her blue eyes turned violet. A while after the excitement died down, my parents decided to go out for a movie and dinner, maybe even a pool game and drinks afterward. So we were going to be all alone until late. I told them we would join them for a pool game later on. I took Elise to see the horses at the stables.

“They sure are beautiful animals, aren’t they?” Elise watched as I fed the horses. She had a dreamy look on her face.

“Yes, they truly are beautiful. Would you like to see my horse and maybe go for a ride?” I asked.

“Oh, I would love to, my Angel.” I walked out the stable with two halves of an apple in my hand, Elise in tow.

“He loves to be outside at this time of day.” I whistled loudly. I could hear my whistle cascade off the mountains and echo in the valley. I heard the familiar gallop and whinny as my horse came trotting to me from the distance.

My stallion trotted around me: a black stallion with a white splash on his side that looks like a thunderbolt. He stood in front of me, nudged me with his nose and flapped his lips against my face as if giving me a kiss. I rubbed him on the nose and on the side of his neck.

“This is Thunderbolt, my stallion.” I looked Thunderbolt in the eyes. “Thunderbolt, this is Elise, say hi.” As if understanding me, he flapped his lips against Elise’s face, giving her a kiss. “Good boy, here’s an apple.”

“He is a very clever animal. Did you teach him to do that?” Elise rubbed his neck.

“What… to kiss?” Elise nodded her answer. “Thunderbolt has been doing that to everyone he likes since he was born. If he doesn’t like you, he kicks you in the shin like he did to my ex.” Thunderbolt shook his head, snorted and kicked his hoof against the ground. “He knows we’re talking about her. Watch what he does next. Thunderbolt, did you like Charlotte?” The horse shook his head and snorted. “Thunderbolt, do you like Elise?” He nodded his head and flapped his lips against Elise’s face. “Good boy, here’s another apple.”

“Good boy, I like you too. You really are a handsome fellow,” Elise said to him. He stood back on his hind legs, kicked his front legs in the air and whinnied.

“You just made his day. Let me get the saddle and my .22. Then we can go for a ride. Thunderbolt you keep Elise entertained.” I turned and went to the stables.

It was late afternoon already. The sun was close to the mountains in the west. When I returned, Elise was sitting on the fence watching Thunderbolt gallop and trot around.

“I see you’re showing off again. Watch it Thunderbolt, this lady is mine. You have your lady in the stable.” He lowered his head and snorted at me. “Don’t challenge me; you’ll lose. I’ll just tell Spirit you’re flirting with my woman. I don’t think you would like a pregnant mare on your case.”

Thunderbolt shook his head then carried on trotting about. I sat beside Elise on the fence and watched him for a bit. “You two understand each other very well. How old is he?” Elise put her hand on my leg.

“He is twelve years old now. I had to feed him with a bottle when he was born. His mother didn’t make it through the night; she was really sick and weak. The vet still doesn’t know what was wrong with her. We think she was poisoned but we still can’t prove it.”

“That’s very sad and wrong.” I jumped off the fence to saddle Thunderbolt.

“Come on, let’s ride.” I helped Elise off the fence. Elise sat behind me on Thunderbolt as we showed her the valley and the stream. It all looked like something out of a dream or painting. The valley antalya escort looked like a giant canvas hung on a wall.

We stood next to the stream, watched the sunset behind the mountains then returned home for dinner. My mother cooked us a light dinner before they left. I stopped outside the door of the pool house and turned to face my love.

“Would you wait here a minute, please? I just want to do something before you see the place.” I kissed her on the cheek and left her outside wondering. A minute later I returned.

“What are you up to Shannon?” Elise looked at me with a smug smile growing on her luscious lips. I gave her a lopsided smile and wiggled my eyebrows.

“You’ll see in a second. Close your eyes.” I kissed her on the lips then waved my hands in front of her eyes. I took her hands in mine and led her inside the pool house. I let her hands go and switched on the music.

I led her to the table and helped her sit down. Going to the kitchen, I took the food, placed it on the table and removed the lids. “Okay… you can open your eyes now, Honey,” I said as I took a seat next to her.

“Wow… my Angel… this is beautiful.” She looked around the open plan living room, dinning room and kitchen.

“Yes, it is. My father has great taste. He went and bought everything the pool house needed with my earnings from my book.”

“He certainly does have good taste. I love it.”

Elise and I fed each other playfully then sat beside the pool and drank our wine. After a few glasses of wine we were in the pool. We chased each other around naked. It was already dark out and the stars were sparkling brightly above us. We sat on the stairs in the water facing each other. Elise had her arms and legs around my torso. She kissed me all over my face. I could feel my core throbbing for release. I stood up with her in my arms and walked to the pool house, both of us still naked.

I placed her gently on the bed. I settled on top of her. Our mouths devoured each other. We rocked our hips, rubbing our mounds together. I raised one leg under one of hers then sat up. I pulled her up with me. She figured out what I was up to and adjusted her lower body as I was doing. We pressed our pussies together in a tribbing position. We slowly rubbed our clits together. The short bolts of electricity shot through both our bodies as we kissed. Our hard sensitive nipples rubbed against each other. Ripples of pleasure travelled to our cores.

In a few minutes our bodies trembled with short blasts of orgasm, shooting in all directions. I broke our kiss, stared into her eyes, lovingly, as we both stopped, breathless. I leaned to the bedside table and opened the box of toys. Elise helped me strap the harness on and attached one of the toys. She lay back down on her back as I settled between her legs. I spread her labia with my fingers and dove in with my tongue, wasting no time.

“Mmmmm, yes, Shannon… God I love how you do that,” Elise purred her delight. She bucked her hips against my face.

Her words of pleasure got my core hot and wet, the little nub on the back of the base rubbed against my clit as I moved against the bed.

“Mmmmm, you taste so sweet,” I moaned into Elise’s hot and eager pussy.

I felt her tangle her hand in my short blond hair. She pushed my face harder into her. I slid two fingers inside her tunnel and flicked her clit with my tongue. Elise gasped and arched her back. She tilted her head back. Her chest rose and fell, as her breathing sped up. I snaked my free hand up her stomach to her breasts and pinched her nipples lightly. I then took her clit between my lips and sucked gently.

“Oh, fuck,” Elise mouthed the words as she looked back down at me. Our eyes connected, her bright blue eyes slowly turned violet again. I pumped my fingers in and out of her core, brushing my fingertips against her G-spot with every thrust. I felt her walls grip my fingers. She pulled me up for a passionate and hungry kiss. Elise pushed me onto my back and gently settled her core over the phallus. I looked at her, amazed at how easily the toy slid into her.

“Oh…” Elise exclaimed and leaned forward to kiss me.

She straddled my hips and placed her hands on my breasts. She rolled my nipples between her fingertips. I put my hands on her breasts and pinched her nipples softly. We moaned and grunted in unison. We felt the different sparks our ministrations created. Elise tilted her head back. She rode the phallus inside of her. Her movements made the little nub rub against my clit. I softly trailed my fingertips down her body to her hips. I cupped her ass in my large hands.

“Ah… ah… ooohhh…” Elise exclaimed. I felt her core grip the phallus. My own core gripped at air as I watched Elise ride me.

“Ooohhh Elise,” I said, gritting my teeth. Watching Elise sent fireworks shooting throughout my body.

“Fuck… Shannon…” Elise screamed my name on her release. She looked lovingly down into my eyes.

I watched her in the throes of our passion as her orgasm crashed into her wave after wave, setting off my own orgasm at the same time. She rode the phallus until she collapsed into my arms, panting heavily.

“That was the first time you screamed your release,” I said, breathless. I trailed my hands up and down Elise’s back.

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Editor’s note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual, dubiously consensual or reluctant sexual situations.

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“Denise, what a fabulous surprise! It’s so good to see you! When did you get back? Why didn’t you call me? I’ve missed you tons you know…”

Ashley could hear her mom’s babbling all the way to her room. Apparently, her mother’s “good old friend” Denise came back from who knows where. Denise used to come over all the time when Ashley was a child. She was really nice. Her mother and She were really good friends. They spent most of their time together, going out and taking care of little Ash. She even slept over sometimes.

Moni became a widow as soon as she gave birth. Losing her husband in a tragic accident. Denise was what you’d call, a true friend. She was always there for Moni. Anyways, Ashley was about 10 years old when Denise left for a new job position in Seattle; or so that’s what her mom told her. They both never heard of her ever since, until now.

“Look at you! -Exclaimed Moni- you haven’t changed one bit!”

Peering over the staircase, 18 year old Ashley watched her mom checking her dear friend out as she twirled, flaunting her beautiful outfit that seemed to cling to every part of her body. Denise hit her 50s this year, yet it barely showed. Standing at 5ft 8, Denise towered over Moni.

Even though both women were beautiful for their age, Denise had really striking features. Her deep green eyes were certainly a killer, hypnotizing anyone that dared making eye contact with her. She caught the attention of both men and women; her long tanned legs attracting all sets of eyes as she walked by.

As if sensing her stare, both women turned their attention to the eavesdropping intruder. Locking gaze with the young Ashley, something seemed to flash in the older woman’s eyes. A mix of confusion and surprise, ‘was it?’ wondered Ashley.

A few seconds passed by, yet they felt like forever for Ashley. Standing up there, under the heated stare of the older strange woman, who was once so close and dear to her little heart.

“Honey! Why don’t you come over here! You remember Denise don’t you? She used to come over all the time when you were little!” finally exclaimed her mom, breaking the silence. Realization hit their eyes, as both Denise and Ashley connected the dots together. Denise couldn’t believe her eyes. This was Ashley? The little girl with the fiery red hair who smiled shyly every time she came over to soothe her mom?

“You used to be so timid and would hide between my legs when…” Tuning her mom’s voice out as she recalled her daughter’s embarrassing stories to her friend; the young redhead, slowly and timidly, makes her way down the stairs. Paying serious attention to every step she took as she descended the staircase.

Ashley looked nothing like her mother. While her mom was a slim brunette, Ashley took after her father. With striking red hair, and her dad’s light grey eyes, Ashley was stunning in every way possible, especially her body.

Ashley was what you’d call an early bloomer. By grade 5, she already had a mature body unlike her schoolmates. Of course, she had trouble getting boys and even teachers stop bugging her. And now, just hitting the tender age of 18, her figure was indeed, to die for.

Ashley was in fact shorter than her mom, only reaching 5ft 3. And busty was she. She always thought her tits made her look fat, so she tended to avoid wearing tight tops and instead hid them behind baggy shirts and hoodies.

Denise couldn’t stop herself from taking a peek as Ashley neared them. Her round mounds swaying as she approached. Even though Ashley was wearing her baggy beige sweater, Denise could still make out the outline of her boobs as she quickly checked her friend’s daughter out. ‘I wonder what she’s hiding under…’ Denise secretly thought to herself.

She had to finally stop staring as Ashley now stood in front of her. Not sure as what to say, Ashley’s panicked gray eyes shifted between both her mom, and her beautiful friend.

“Ashley, wow…you look amazing!” exclaimed Denise, staring right into her eyes. Catching Ashley off guard, she opened both her arms and pulled the younger beauty close to her. Surprised as to what just happened, Ashley stood put with both arms to her side, Denise’s slender arms carefully wrapped around her back and torso.

Ashley wasn’t sure what she was feeling, the hug felt nice, and Denise smelled surprisingly good.

“I can’t believe how much you’ve grown! Oh Moni! How time flies so fast! She was such a sweet little girl, running away and hiding whenever I came to visit. Such a shy baby!”

As much as Denise wanted the hug to last, she had to let her go, the girl was already uncomfortable to begin with.

Pulling her away, Denise stared right down at Ashley, light tiny freckles covered her rosy cheeks. “You’re a very beautiful young woman Ashley,” grinned Denise, her tanned strong hands caressing the softer pale cheeks.

This ardahan escort is so embarrassing, Ashley kept thinking to herself, this gorgeous woman was complementing her, and she couldn’t help but blush. She was sure she looked like a tomato by now.

She was so awkward in such situations. And it didn’t help that the hug felt a little too intimate. Ashley wasn’t much of a hugger. In fact, body contact made her a little too uncomfortable. But she couldn’t tell Denise that, after all she didn’t see her in ages. That wouldn’t be nice.

So, Ashley refrained by smiling timidly and taking a step back. Denise raised her eyebrow, amused by her reaction. She was still as shy as she remembered. Very adorable indeed. She always had a thing for shy, innocent little girls.

Especially busty ones.

Denise loved young girls with big tits. She can’t wait to have her hands on these babies. She wanted to have her right here and then.

But, she had to stop herself. That was wrong. Ashley was Moni’s daughter, her friend’s daughter. The little girl she played dolls with and babysat. She can’t think of her this way. She shouldn’t. Yet, she couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t help the naughty thoughts she was having.

She should have felt ashamed, but she didn’t.

For Ashley turned into a very beautiful young woman, her dream woman. And who can resist such a nice rack? Chuckled Denise to herself.

“I know you love my jokes Den” elbowed her Moni goofily,

“I sure do miss them sweetheart” she smiled back at her,

Oh, if she only knew…

And they all made their way to the living room.

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Ashley was back in her room. Her mom and Denise were still sitting in the living room catching up on the past 8 years of their lives. They have been sitting and talking since Denise came over which was hours ago.

Feeling too overwhelmed and bored of all the gossiping she heard, Ashley politely excused herself, and made her way out of the room. Denise, of course, seized the opportunity to silently check Ashley’s ass out as she left.

Moni never paying attention to anything, brought up yet another thing to discuss with her long lost friend.

It was starting to get dark outside. So Ashley decided to shower and change into her pjs. Feeling all clean and fresh, Ashley put some black leggings on and settled for a comfy white shirt which was a size smaller. Her home was her comfort zone, so it never really mattered what she wore inside. She always felt comfortable and at ease around her mom.

Deciding on not wearing any underwear, Ashley slipped on her tight leggings and shirt that outlined her lovely hourglass figure perfectly.

Moni always thought that her daughter was a bit too naive for her own good. But at the same time, she was glad she didn’t have to chase off horny boys or worse, worry about Ashley getting knocked up!

At her age, Moni would had already experienced with both boys and girls. She considered herself a wild teenager unlike her sweet child.

Speaking of messing around with girls, Denise or Den as Moni used to call her, was a very dear friend. In fact, Den used to soothe her friend in so many ways Ashley couldn’t even guess.

Ashley always thought they were playing a game called “who can scream louder” as her mom told her once.

Anyway, it’s nothing Moni ever considered telling her innocent baby. Now that she was a stunning, mature redhead, Moni herself, can’t keep her eyes off her daughter’s luscious body. But she was her daughter, and she promised herself that nothing, and certainly nothing would ever happen between the two of them.

Regardless, and contrary to what Den thought, Moni was completely and definitely able to tell that her dear friend had the hots for her young girl. The way her eyes blinded with lust ever since she first laid eyes on her, and how she almost drooled as her little girl’s big tits were close to her face.

Her own pussy tingled at the thought of Ashley’s big round mounds which she has only seen in bikinis and only caught glimpse of her puffy big nipples swelling under her shirts.

Oh how she longed to touch them or at least see them, smell them, hold them…

‘If she couldn’t have her daughter herself, thought Moni, her friend might… what’s the catch? Ashely needed experience, and who else could help her get out of her shell and out to the real world? Who else could she trust with her little treasured gem?’ wondered Moni to herself.

“Earth to Moni, earth to Moni, where did that beautiful head of yours go?” chuckled Denise as she sipped on her black tea, staring at her beloved friend sitting on the couch facing her, her face crunched up in thought. “A penny for your thoughts?”

“Huh? Oh I was just thinking…it’s nothing nevermind” replied Moni quickly, gulping down a tall glass of water.

“Woah! Doesn’t sound like nothing at all Moni. Tell me, what’s wrong? You know you can artvin escort trust me.” Muttered Den reassuringly, holding Moni’s hand with her own as she made her way to sit next to her.

“Oh! I-i didn’t realize you were still here…oh no! that’s not w-what I meant! I mean… it’s getting late and- and I thought you left already, so I- I didn’t mean to interrupt..!”

Interrupted once more today by an uninvited guest, both women laughed wholeheartedly at the younger’s attempt to apologize. Little did they know, that both older women had their mind (and hopefully mouth) occupied by the very same oblivious intruder.

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“Darling, Denise is staying over tonight. And possibly, the next couple of days as well” signaled Moni to her little one.

“Oh am I? Is that so? Don’t I have a say in that?” snickered Den, keeping her eyes on Ashley. Her heated stare busy taking all of her in. Even in simple clothing, she looked so hot, my god.

“And since when do I ask you your permission? Hmm? I’ll be back in a few… Honey dear, why don’t you keep Den’s company whilst I come back?” getting off the couch, Moni kisses her baby’s hot red cheek as she makes her way out of the door.

“Alright! Text me if you need me to buy something on my way home!”

And with that being said, the door closes and the two strangers are left together in the same room.

Dreading the next couple of hours, Ashley stumbles to the sofa. Sitting as far away as possible, on the other side of the couch.

“I don’t bite Ashley, giggled Denise, unless… you want me to.” She smirked, moving closer to the girl who tried scooting further away, nearly falling off the couch.

“Easy there, I’m just messing with you” Holding her in place with her arm, her hand slightly brushing against her left breast. The touch was very light, yet it felt as if electricity went through her little body.

“Uhh, o-okay” muttered Ashley squirming in her seat, more embarrassed than ever.

Denise was so incredibly turned on, sitting all alone with Ashley, after all these years, such a beautiful woman she is. She doesn’t even realize how beautiful she is.

Her predatory alter just wanted to climb on top of her and tear her shirt off.

But she couldn’t, just yet.

Desperate to get the girl talking, Denise tried initiating a conversation, “So Ashley, your mom told me you were such a bright girl. And you are so very beautiful as well… tell me Ash, do you have a boyfriend? Such a lovely girl like you, I’m sure you’d have a lot of boys running after you, am I right?” laughed Denise

“Uh ..I- no, I don’t have a boyfriend…” her voice almost inaudible. ‘Out of all questions, why did she choose to ask me about that!’

Feeling the girl dying of embarrassment, her long red hair hanging over her face covering her angelic features, Den reaches out and brushes a curled strand away from her face.

Gently lifting her chin up to look at her, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable sweetheart. I just wanted to get to know my dear little Ashley” giving her a warm smile.

Encouraged, Ashley timidly smiles back at her “it’s alright”.

“You’ve grown so much ever since I last saw you… Do you remember how we ran around trying to spray your mom with the hose one time-

“-and she ended up slipping!” grinned Ashley widely, interrupting Denise, a cute little dimple visible.

“Yes! She was so wet!” laughed Denise mischievously. “We used to play Doctor too… you used to love that game. Do you remember?”

They were now sitting facing each other on the couch, their feet touching, as they recalled Ashley’s early childhood memories.

“Of course I remember! It was my favorite!” exclaimed Ashley excitedly.

“Why don’t we play it again? What do you say?”

“Really?” wondered Ashley in disbelief. She always wanted to play that game again, but she didn’t want her friends thinking she was too childish.

“Of course Ash. I could be the doctor, and you’ll be my good little patient, won’t you?” stated the older woman with a stern tone.

“Okay! I don’t like being the doctor anyway. It’s no fun” mumbled silly Ashley.

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“How can I help you Ma’am?”

“Hi Doctor, I think I might be pregnant”

“Is that so? Do you have any specific symptoms?” raised Denise her eyebrow at the choice of concern.

“Um, I’ve been feeling nauseous lately and oh! I’ve been craving a-l- lot of chocolate!” stammered Ashley eagerly

“I see… it seems like you might be expecting, but we’ll have to make sure. Why don’t you take your clothes off and change into that white gown next to you” ordered Denise the younger girl. She can’t believe this is about to happen.

“Oh um…Doc- um D-Denise, there is no g-gown here…I don’t have a-a gown…I’m sorry” embarrassed for stuttering and for not owning a gown, Ashley apologizes once more “I’m s-sorry I can’t bodrum escort even role-play right…”

“It’s okay dear Ashley, we don’t really need a gown. See, it’s all about our imagination, that’s what makes us good actors.” Reassures Denise the little girl, as she kneels in front of her, caressing her cheek. “Now, please, take your clothes off ma’am, I don’t have all day, I’m a busy doctor…”

With that being said, Ashley gets off the couch, bringing her small hands to the hem of her shirt and pulls it off and away her tiny figure. Thinking nothing of it, they were playing doctor after all.

Realizing all too late that she didn’t have her bra on, her big heavy tits swayed and jumped, landing on top of her chest. Even though they were big, they were pert and proud.

Being her clumsy self, and embarrassing herself even more, her quickly taking her shirt off caused the fabric of her shirt to brush harshly against her nipples, which swelled and rose up, greeting Denise’s hungry eyes.

Denise throat was tight and dry. “Uh-h, well, very good m-ma’am. Why don’t you sit back now and face the other side of the wall…” finally managed Denise to hoarsely say.

Bringing herself to sit right behind Ashley, she didn’t know how to go about it.

Ashley’s breasts were everything she ever dreamed of. So big, and perky. Her areolas were large too and pink. Just perfect.

“Alright ma’am, coughed Denise, we’ll start with a routine breast exam to make sure that everything is alright…”

“o-okay doctor” breathed out Ashley, it was starting to get cold in here. And her nipples are definitely reacting to that. That’s what she told herself anyway.

With one hand at each side, Ashley was practically squeezed in between, no way to go to. Slowly and gently, Denise brings both hand up front and timidly cups each boob from below, careful not to touch her nipples.

Her boobs were so soft! Incredible. Denise had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning right into Ashley’s ear. They were so close. Nearly touching. Ashley smelled so good. Denise couldn’t help but push Ashley’s back deeper into her front, so the only thing separating both women was Denise’s light black sweater.

Rubbing harder into her tits, Ashley was now supporting herself by Denise, she was in a trance, the massage felt so nice. “This feels really good doctor…” confessed Ashley timidly, her chest was flushed.

“I know baby, I’ll help you relax. You can trust me Ashley” convinced her the older woman.

Still trying to avoid her lovely pink nipples, Denise was almost gently kneading both tits with her hands. Each at a time, she would wrap it with both hands, squeeze it a little bit too hard as to get a soft moan out of Ashley’ and shake them up and down, feeling their weight as they bounced freely on her chest.

Denise’s pussy was on fire. Her legs were tightly squeezed shut together as she kept playing with the younger girl’s massive creamy jugs.

Switching back and forth between the lovely breasts, Ashley accidently lets out quite a loud moan she has been suppressing when Denise’s finger accidentally brushed her right nipple. “Ahh!”

Pushing her tits farther out, Ashley was wildly squirming in her seat.

Confused, as if someone set her little coochie on fire, Ashley didn’t know what was happening to her. She was so hot and bothered by that massage session. She didn’t know that was possible.

Incredibly aroused at the site of a wiggly bothered Ashley, Denise could feel her lacy panties soaked wet and clinging to her engorged clit. And squirming Ashley kept hitting her tender spot igniting a fire in her.

Wanting to torture little Ashley even more, her hands still firmly cupping her tits, she lightly touches both nipples simultaneously with her forefingers. Lightly, then more intensely and quickly.

Her rose buds were incredibly tight and hard, standing straight and proud, begging to be touched and sucked.

“O-Ohh.. Ahh!! W-wh-at are y-you doing Doc-t D-deniseee…i-it feels fun-n-y…p-please-” moaned Ashley incoherently as wave after wave of pleasure and confusion washed over her. She wasn’t supposed to feel that way. She doesn’t remember ever feeling this way.

“Shhh babygirl, it’s okay…don’t fight it…moan for mommy Denise baby” ordered her Denise as she lightly bit Ashley’s right ear and licked it. Her hands never leaving her big round melons.

Becoming even more bold and daring, she switches between flicking, pinching and pulling the puffy rosy nipples.

They were about to burst, so long and hard, and never been teased before.

Ashley kept moving and shaking in attempt to get the feeling to stop. It was so strong, so powerful, so much for her little body to take. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning. And her pussy was on fire, yet it felt damp. She was worried she accidentally wet herself.

Bringing her hands between her legs, she pushed harder against her coochie, trying to stop that unknown feeling, all new to her. But she was met with an electrifying feeling. Her pussy trembled and shook as soon as she made contact with her legging covered pussy.

Denise herself couldn’t take it anymore, Ashely’s shaking and moaning was driving her crazy, she just wanted to fuck that tight pussy already.

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CAUTION: If you are a religious Christian, please refrain from reading this story. Potentially offensive content ahead.

II.

There we were, the heavenly Virgin standing before me, looking down at me, humble and on my knees before her, kissing the front of her soft legs, holding up her robes. My heart was pounding with nervousness from the wrongness of it all, and yet my thirst for Mary grew with every touch of my lips on her skin, with every kiss.

I didn’t know how she would react if I were to lift her gown farther up, but my desire to do so was eating at me. I then stopped kissing her frontal thighs and I sat back to stare straight ahead at the area where I presumed her crotch to be, everything still cloaked by her white gown. I looked up at her as I got both hands ready to lift, grasping the robe firmly.

Mary looked down at me. She was lovely and pleasant, but she wasn’t smiling, though, out of sheer nervousness, and she was even blushing a bit at the cheeks. She was so heavenly and beautiful, that I felt butterflies in my breast just from that one passionate look she gave me.

Weeks later, after some research, I would realise an almost uncanny resemblance of her to her Medjugorje depiction, but at that moment, I knew almost nothing about her, and understood only the ineffable beauty of what I saw. Then, she spoke to me in a mellow, even sweeter tone than before.

-Please Marcela, promise me you will not reveal this to anyone. –She said, and before I could answer, she spoke again. –Please don’t tell anyone… if anyone should find out what I’ve been letting you do to me today, the consequences would be dire. The loss of faith among believers would be…

-Don’t worry, Mary. –I said, reassuringly. –I will not tell anyone about this, you have my word.

At that moment I also meant to ask her why she had chosen me for this, of all the women in the world, why I had been given this honour by her, but it didn’t quite matter, and I didn’t want her to change her mind either, so I said nothing, and I went back to staring at the robes which covered her pubic area, hoping she would give me permission to carry on.

-You have my permission… -She finally said timidly, authorising me to lift her gown and see what I longed to see.

I lifted her robe and slowly uncovered her sex, her holy and unique sex, that anatomic equivalent to the Hope Diamond. And it was indeed a diamond in its shape, or rather an inverted triangle of lustrous, black curls that covered her sex almost afyon escort completely.

Her black, Semitic pubic hair curled aesthetically inwards from both sides of her sex, leaving little to be seen of her vagina. Soon I would see it in all its beauty and splendour, and discover two perfect crimson lips that demanded my kiss upon them, devout and loving.

My heart began pounding again in my chest as I continued to gaze at Mary’s beautiful vagina, then I looked up at her gorgeous face, so indescribably divine under her white veil.

As the Virgin timidly looked at me, I saw her cheeks were even more blushed now, but there was still no smile. Mary’s face was serious from the rush she was feeling of having another woman so close to her untouched vagina, and my heart pounded in my breast, like a drum.

Mary breathed fast with nervousness. I was also breathing heavily, and I was dying to taste her. Resisting was so difficult! I had to have her.

My last resistance to temptation was then replaced by an awesome desire which had been building up inside me, and I swiftly and passionately defeated the space between my lips and her sex, her holy female sex, and I planted my first kiss on her femininity.

I heard Mary moan quietly and delicately as I continued to kiss her holy pussy, my nose lost in the depths of her pubic Hebrew thicket. She smelled of Heaven, sometimes of roses, sometimes of other flowers, or of mint, and as I licked her for the first time, she tasted of honey to me, and of sugar water.

I couldn’t get enough of her delicious, heavenly sex, and soon I had my whole mouth on her, suctioning, tonguing, tasting all her heavenly greatness, worshipping all that she was with each motion of my mouth. My face nose-deep in her delicious Galilaean bush, I could feel the gentle caress of her lustrous, black curls around my lips, as my toungue stroked her sweet femininity once and again.

Her moans became louder as I continued to lick her with increasing passion, and she sounded so sweet that her moans just got me more and more aroused as I continued to lick her, and I could feel my nipples trying to tear through the fabric of my bra, eager to rub themselves against hers.

With Mary’s consent, I carried on worshipping her most forbidden body part with my mouth, and I even felt her delicate hand on the back of my head, gently pulling me towards her, as if she wished for me to lick her more intensely, but without forcing me to either. Such a heavenly aydın escort woman, indeed!

At times, when her moans were getting too loud, I would move my mouth away from her heavenly clitoris and kiss her beautiful black bush again, up and down, and even up to her belly-button, and then back down again.

I licked the Virgin’s pubic bush and her sweet skin with such authentic, heart-felt love, that I drove her mad, and she moaned in crescendo when my mouth finally reached her holy pussy again and started working on it with my soft lips and my female passion.

I don’t know how long she kept me there, but I wished the whole time that that be the eternity of Heaven one day for me. Meanwhile, her taste was so divine that soon I felt as if I was reaching some sort of sexual trance.

Suddenly, she pulled back and I let the robes go, and my heart sank with disappointment as she turned around and walked away from me towards the tree behind her. I observed her, panting and confused.

I saw her put her face in her hands as if weeping, but she didn’t weep. I could clearly see that she was suddenly overcome with guilt and remorse; I knew it, but I refused to ask, because I wanted no answer or explanation, I just wanted to keep enjoying her.

I got up on my feet, and slowly walked towards her. I did it even though I knew it was wrong, and how unworthy I was of doing what I was doing. I had to take this chance she had given me, I had to help her ignore her guilt and win her back again.

I thus knelt down behind her and began to kiss the back of her feet, hoping she would beat her remorse and let me worship more of her.

The ever Virgin Mary soon stood there seduced by me again, and she allowed me to kiss her feet as she stared straight ahead, and with me kneeling behind her.

I started to kiss up her legs again, but this time from behind, very cautiously, trying not to do anything that would make Mary change her mind.

Despite her apparent sentiment of guilt, she seemed to have recovered to a certain degree, and now she was allowing me to continue worshipping her. I knew that this was what she wanted, and that she wanted it as badly as I did.

I kissed the back of her knees, almost making her fall from the arousing sensation, then I kissed up her thighs, slowly and reverently, so she would know I was honoured to be there, and to be doing what I was doing. Then, finally, I uncovered her glutei, her holy, perfect glutei.

Her body completely incorrupt ağrı escort due to her sainthood, her buttocks were still perfectly firm and ripe. I stared at both her ass-cheeks of golden white, perfectly round and beautiful, and, without her permission, I did what was my duty then to her: I kissed her buttocks, her holy ass.

I started with the right cheek, then slowly moving on to the left one, kissing humidly, meditatively and with heart-felt passion.

I kissed and kissed her perfect, heavenly ass, making her feel with each kiss how much I admired her now, and how much I had come to love her in such little time. Every kiss was like a prayer to her, my Heavenly Mistress, a surrender to her, my One and Only Lady, and I myself a gift to her as her property.

As my lips worshipped the perfection of her holy glutei, I looked up and noticed that she was looking at me over her shoulder. Her look was still visible, almost hidden behind her veil, but I could see she was enjoying herself.

Her veil cascaded down her back and it almost touched my face with its tip as I continued to kiss her heavenly ass. Then, as I continued to kiss, I saw my lipstick stains on the soft skin of her ass-cheeks, and realised my lipstick must be smeared all over her Body and all over my mouth.

I had forgotten I was wearing dark red lipstick, which I had put on to go see Telma, and most of it was now left behind on Mary’s feet, her shins, her beautiful, holy sex, and her black Hebrew bush.

After a while, I boldly began to lick her ass-cheeks up and down in between kisses too, and she kept monitoring me over her shoulder from time to time, despite the discomfort of such a position, pleaseed to see my lips on her ass.

I kept eye-contact as much as I could while continued to I lick and kiss, and I felt so aroused that soon I could feel my panties getting humid beneath my jeans.

Finally, Mary pulled delicately away from me and she let her robes drop down to her feet again. Then, she looked me in the eyes as she softly caressed my cheek.

-That’s enough, Marcela… –She said, blushing and probably overcome with remorse again. –I have prayers to answer now, I have to leave. Please don’t tell anyone about this, don’t forget to keep your word to me.

I nodded to her request, and right there, before my eyes, she walked into the forest and disappeared behind a tree, without a trace.

Still kneeling on the ground, my lesbian mouth smeared with my own lipstick, I followed her with my eyes, inhaling the flowery fragrance that Mary had left behind, the delicious taste of her honey still in my mouth.

Raised in a very secular and Protestant household, I had never cared for Mary before that day, but now I realised I would miss her very badly for the first time in my life.

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I have a number of very pretty girlfriends attending school with me here at State, several of whom I’ve already made mention of in my aforementioned erotic adventures, nearly all of of which involve older lesbian women taking a prurient interest in our more submissive and slender young bodies. Did you like my use of that word, ‘prurient?’ – it means ‘involving an excessive interest in sex!’ And yes, it should be clear to you by now that beautiful young college girls tend to attract a great deal of prurient interest from those older lesbians residing in this same community.

But before I go any further, let me introduce myself. My name in Kenzi Kittle, and I’m an 18-year old freshman here at State University, and yes, I have a ‘lesbian sugar mama’ named Dallas Morgenstern, who wouldn’t want me broadcasting her age (I’ll just say that she’s in her fifties), who has taken very good care of me since we first met back in my hometown of Latrelle. Thanks to Mrs. Morgenstern’s loving generosity, I landed a lucrative scholarship allowing me to attend school here, and she’s also given me a rent-free place to stay, living in the condo that she owns just across the street from campus. Did I say ‘rent-free?’ Actually, I sort of pay for it in ways that involve her enjoyment of my young body whenever she has a desire to do so! I guess you could say that I’ve kind of become her ‘property’ to play with as she pleases.

Regarding my body… as I mentioned earlier, I’m a college freshman with stylishly long blonde hair, a pretty face, a pair of lush (but not-overly-large) breasts, a taut tummy, two gorgeous long legs, and everybody who knows me consistently informs me that I have a great ass, which is kept perfectly toned thanks to my regular bi-weekly aerobic work-outs at Lucille’s Gym. My membership there is yet another perk acquired for me by Mrs. Morgenstern, who is intimately acquainted with the young black woman who owns & operates the facility (named Lucille.) And yes, Lucille takes the responsibility for keeping my body fit & trim very seriously, as she, too, occasionally exhibits a prurient interest in me when she feels like it (which is more often than you might guess!)

Anyway, back to the beginning… I have several beautiful girlfriends here on campus, many of whom I’ve already mentioned in previous stories. But my CUTEST friend would have to be Kathryn Periwinkle, better known to myself and others as little Kat! Kat is a tiny pixie of a girl, with short blonde hair and a tight little body. How to best describe her? Think ‘Tinkerbelle’ from the ‘Peter Pan’ animated film. Kat looks like she could easily still be in high school. She’s from the small town of Remington, and she once told me that back when she still rode the school bus, a classmate told the first-graders riding that same bus that Kat was a fairy princess, and because she looked the part, the little kids believed it! She told me how they used to stare at her, and were reportedly very sad after she graduated and no longer rode to school with them.

Little Kat resides in the dorms and she’s also a church-going girl who attends services on Sunday mornings and Wednesday nights. She told me that she first developed an interest in other girls after her older sister became a ‘cautionary tale’ of sorts in her family, getting pregnant while still in high school. Kat was in 8th-grade at the time, and decided to avoid making that same mistake by NOT getting seriously involved with any boys during her own high school years. And when she arrived at State, she was delighted to discover that she could experience romantic encounters with other girls, which is around the time when I first became acquainted with her. The pretty little thing attended a party I hosted along with several other college girls, a party that ended up involving a great deal of kissing, female nudity, and girl-girl massages. That’s also when little Kat developed a serious crush on myself!

Kat had been asking me for quite some time to invite her over for another sleep-over, just the two of us – but with my busy schedule that was easier said than done. Still, she was nothing if not persistent, and eventually we set a date. Kat was overjoyed!

“I’ve got this sexy little nightie that barely covers anything,” she gleefully informed me. “I can’t wait for you to see me in it!”

She came over on a night when we didn’t have any classes the next day, so we didn’t have to go to bed early. Kat looked exceptionally cute in tight bluejeans and a pink tank-top, and excitedly kissed me immediately upon entering my place.

“I’ve really been looking forward to spending the night with you again, Kenzi” she gushed. “I really want us to be good friends!”

I didn’t plan anything special. I thought we’d just talk and maybe watch television or a movie. I was wearing these tiny little white shorts that I knew Kat liked, along with a matching tee-shirt. Kat kept running her hands up my thighs while we talked about nothing in particular.

“You’ve got the best legs, Kenzi,” she sighed. “I balıkesir escort wish mine were as long and slender as these!”

“What are you even talking about?” I replied. “Your hot little body is just perfect as is!”

She smiled happily as she leaned in to kiss me on my lips. I kissed her back. What can I say? We both really enjoyed kissing one another.

“What part of my body would you say is your favorite?” she coyly inquired. “What part of me turns you on the most?”

“Well… you have the prettiest smile,” I began, truthfully enough. “And I also love looking at your perfect little breasts, your all-around sexy figure, and especially your luscious little butt!”

My open and honest admiration made her laugh, but she also glanced appreciatively at me beneath her long eyelashes, smiling that seductive little smile of hers that always makes my heart beat a little bit faster when aimed at myself.

“Are you hungry?” I asked, changing the subject, with her nodding back yes.

There’s a Chinese restaurant only a couple of blocks from where I live that delivers, and so I telephoned them and ordered dinner for the both of us: shrimp-lo-mein and beef-with-broccoli. It was delicious. Kat found it especially delightful when her fortune cookie said she would discover romance in the near future.

“I think I already have,” she laughed, getting up and perching herself on my lap before kissing me again. “I really do love you, Kenzi!”

Her hands were all over me as we then made out, with her soon tugging at my clothing.

“Would you like me to undress for you?” I playfully asked her, already knowing what her answer would be.

“Yes, please,” she laughingly responded.

I then got up as she sat close beside me, and began slowly lifting my tee-shirt up and over my head, exposing my breasts, which Kat delightedly grabbed at, caressing and gently squeezing. I leaned forward somewhat, allowing her pretty lips to lovingly kiss them.

“I love your sweet kisses,” I sighed. “You do them so well!”

That made her giggle, as she resumed her exploration of my breasts with her small mouth, lips, and fingers.

“Take off your shorts,” she then ordered, after one final squeeze of my left breast. “I really want to rub your gorgeous ass!”

I smiled and turned to face away from her. It was a lot of fun slowly pulling down my shorts for her perusal, as I could instinctively tell that she was greatly enjoying my impromptu strip tease for her own personal benefit.

“Your butt is just so perfect,” she whispered in awe, caressing my ass cheeks with the back of her fingers. “Now remove those cute panties!”

I did so, and within seconds they were on the floor and I was standing before her completely nude.

“Do you like what you see?” I couldn’t help asking, looking over my shoulder to see a hungry smile cross her pretty face. She nodded.

“Move closer to me,” she begged. “I want to run my hands up your long legs and squeeze your gorgeous butt!”

And so that’s what I did.

“Your body is so awesome, Kenzi,” she sighed, her small hands gliding across, caressing, and fondling my rump as I remained bent over slightly. “I just have to kiss it!”

And, sure enough, I then felt the girl’s lips repeatedly planting loving kisses all over my derriere, as her hands grasped my hips possessively. I couldn’t help but moan softly as I felt her lips and tongue aggressively exploring my behind. She continued kissing and caressing my naked body for the next several minutes while I writhed in ecstasy, my nude body swaying seductively before her, as if I was her slavegirl there for her pleasure.

Suddenly, she glanced up into my eyes and asked me if I now wanted to assist her in getting undressed. Yes, of course I did! I sat down beside her as she then rose up, with me quickly unbuckling the belt to her bluejeans, before then unbuttoning and sliding the jeans down past her curvy little butt and further down her silky-smooth little legs.

“Turn around,” I suggested. “It’s time I got my own closer look at this luscious little butt of yours while I strip you completely naked!”

She giggled and obeyed, sticking out her cute little ass for my benefit. I couldn’t help but playfully slap it.

“Hey,” she protested. “No fair! I never spanked you!”

I apologized and immediately planted a series of loving kisses on her pretty rump where I could still see the mark left by my handprint, all the while continuing to pull the bluejeans down off of her tight little body. She arched her back and slowly wiggled her cute little butt for my benefit.

“Do you like this?” she demurely asked, the amusement evident in her voice, with me responding by again smooching her on her hot little derriere.

Within a minute or two, we were both completely nude and lying together on the couch in eachother’s arms, kissing one another passionately. Kat was clearly enjoying herself as much as myself. The only thing that seemed out of bartın escort place was that neither one of us really knew what to do next.

I mean, it’s entirely different from when I’m with either Mrs. Morgenstern or Camile. Whenever I find myself naked with a dominant older lesbian woman, you can bet that she’s the one in charge and calling the shots, and can position me however she so desires, taking complete control of my submissive young body to engage in whatever pleasures she has in mind. But it was different here with little Kat, as we’re both basically submissive young femme girls, with neither one of us used to ‘being the man.’

Now I once watched a scene on one of Camile’s adult-oriented lesbian DVD’s, where they showed two identical-looking pretty young women engaging in I-do-you-then-you-do-me sex, with both girls simply taking turns doing the exact same things to one another. I thought those scenes looked needlessly fake, probably because they were. There was clearly a male director somewhere in the background telling the girls what to do next. Little Kat and I had no such director.

Nevertheless, we continued doing what came naturally, kissing and fondling one another. I really did enjoy touching her lovely body, and it was pretty obvious that she enjoyed caressing and kissing my own. But where to go from there? It was painfully clear that neither one of us was the dominant in-charge type. I had only once before actually gone down on another woman, and that was only because she had basically forced me to do so.

“Have you ever actually spent the night with another girl?” I asked little Kat. “Just the two of you?”

“No,” she admitted. “Not really. That night at your sleep-over party, when I climbed into bed with you and Camile & Mrs. Morgenstern… that was my first-ever real-life lesbian experience!”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously… I’d never had actual sex with another woman before that night!”

“And did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, I honestly did,” she gushed. “And that’s also when I knew I wanted to be with you again… just the two of us!”

“I remember that you were so pretty that night!”

“So were you, Kenzi,” she replied, in all sincerity. “Your body… just so perfect!”

I smiled and kissed her lips again, before then slowly beginning to kiss my way down her small tight little body, beginning with her neck and shoulders before then continuing my way down to her pretty pert little breasts. She giggled and squirmed appreciatively as I took my sweet time kissing and licking each of her small breasts, eventually moving my lips and mouth further down to her adorable flat little tummy. Little Kat is super-ticklish, and it’s clear that my tongue traversing across her silky-smooth stomach was almost too much for her to bear.

While my lips continued enjoying her sweet little body, my hands were very gently pulling apart her legs, making room for my face to eventually settle itself atop her delicious little pussy. The girl was just so fresh and delightful as my lips and tongue quickly made their way into her most private places. Little Kat cried aloud as I proceeded to pleasure her in this manner. And although I’ll be the first to admit that I’m rather new at servicing another girl in this fashion, I believe it’s safe to say that I succeeded beyond all expectations with little Kat!

“Oh, Kenzie,” she cried. “Don’t stop… please… please don’t stop!”

I could feel her fingernails pressing into my blonde hair as her small hands clasped at my head, her little body bucking in wild abandon with my own hands firmly cupping her ass to hold her steady while my tongue did its part to keep her on the edge of an orgasm. But before she could release, I then quickly rose up and flipped the small girl over onto her stomach before then lifting her hips up slightly so as to press my mouth right up against her pussy from behind, continuing to lick and suck on her vagina with my own face now wedged right up into her delicious ass.

“Oh my God,” she screamed, as her small body orgasmed. “Oh my God… this is soooo awesome!”

Her little body continued bucking back and forth in wild abandon, with my hands doing their best to hold her firmly in place, as my mouth switched to now kissing and biting her firm little ass cheeks, causing her to squeal with pleasure and amusement as she backed her butt right up into my awaiting face, wiggling it enticingly as if to tempt me further. Not that I required any further temptation. I was basically devouring her hot little mouth-watering behind with complete joy!

As our exertions began slowing down, I planted my mouth firmly upon her right ass cheek and began sucking on it until, pop, I’d left a hickey-mark there, almost as if branding it as my property. She giggled and begged for more, with my lips continuing to plant warm wet kisses all over the smaller girl’s delicious little rump!

“Keep kissing me, Kenzi,” she begged. “I never want this to end!”

I realized at that batman escort moment that I had, in fact, however briefly morphed into an aggressive, dominant lesbian woman, and couldn’t imagine a better scenario than one involving possessing a cute little hottie like little Kat. I mean, she was just so delightfully submissive with the perfect little compact body that was a complete pleasure to play with and dominate!

But, deep down, I knew that it wouldn’t last. I was, just like little Kat, a submissive femme girl who preferred being possessed to possessing, and preferably by a dominant older lesbian woman like my very own ‘sugar mama,’ Mrs. Morgenstern. I desired to be owned and taken care of, and sexually enjoyed by her.

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A few minutes later, little Kat and I were soaking together in my bathtub, still occasionally kissing and caressing one another.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to lick your pussy?” the pretty girl asked, for like the third time. “I’ll do it, I promise.”

“No,” I laughed. “And quit asking. I told you it’s not necessary!”

“But you did it to me,” she argued back. “And I don’t want you to think I’m selfish.”

“I don’t, and you’re not,” I told her. “I really love kissing you all over, and there’s no reason for you to now feel that you have to go down on me.”

“Thank you, Kenzi,” she sighed in relief. “I just really want you to like me.”

I kissed her softly on her lips to assure her that yes, I really did. But I could also tell that she was a complete novice at sexually servicing another woman (as was I), and I didn’t relish the idea of her self-consciously attempting to please me in a way that she might not be fully comfortable with. And besides, I really did enjoy kissing her little butt all over!

“So… what about the other girls living in your dorm?” I asked. “I thought you told me that some of them were lesbians?”

“Oh, yeah… there’s a few who say they are,” she replied. “But I know of only two who are for real… just a couple of doors down from me… Deena and Maya… they openly live the lezzie life.”

“Have they ever hit on you?” I asked. “You know… get you into their bed?”

“Oh yeah, several times,” she answered, laughing. “They’ve asked me to spend the night with them, and always invite me in when I’m not wearing very much… like right after I’ve taken a shower and only have on a small towel!”

“Well, no wonder,” I laughed. “But have they ever succeeded in luring you into their lair?”

“Yeah, a few times. They’re both really butch. Deena’s head is shaved on the right side. And Maya’s got several tattoos and piercings. They’ve both told me that they think I’m really hot!”

“So… have you ever actually gotten naked with either one of them?”

“Never,” she replied, her face suddenly turning serious. “The problem is, they don’t respect me.”

“How so?” I asked, my curiosity now peaked. “You’re such a pretty little thing! I’d think that any lesbian girl meeting you would be doing cartwheels to impress you!”

“You’d think so,” she answered, smiling at my compliment. “But whenever they talk with me they get all preachy.”

“Preachy?”

“Yeah… it started early one Sunday morning when Maya asked me where I was off to, and when I told her I was going to church she mocked me for being superstitious and old fashioned. I thought her comments were needlessly disrespectful.”

“I see.” I knew that little Kat took church attendance very seriously. “Did she later apologize?”

“No… both she and Deena told me that going to church was for losers.”

“So, they’re not exactly religious?” I asked.

“Actually, they think they are,” Kat responded, a serious look clouding her pretty face. “Deena told me that they’re both practicing Wiccans, and that they’re all about worshiping the environment.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. I knew the type. Kat continued:

“Maya even suggested I join them at one of their ‘worship services’ where they get together with other Wiccan girls. She said they have this secret altar out in the woods, and told me I could be the ‘sacrifice’ the next time they meet, which she explained would involve me taking off all of my clothes!”

“What?”

“She says they need a pretty girl to get naked and then they bound her with cords atop this altar, after which they’d chant verses to Freya the Earth Mother, or something like that.”

“Did you do it?” I asked, although I already knew that she hadn’t. Still, the very thought of little Kat lying nude and tied-up on a stone altar while several robed Wiccan girls salivate over her hot little body was a bit of a turn-on.

“No way,” is how she actually responded. “The whole idea just seems creepy and super-weird.”

I nodded my head as she continued:

“But that’s not all… Maya and Deena talk politics all the time while smoking marijuana… you’d think that pot might mellow them both down a bit, but it doesn’t. They’re always angry about something!”

“How so?” I asked, despite already knowing the type of girls she was describing.

“Well, Deena asked me who I voted for, and when I answered her question honestly she told me I was a white supremacist, with Maya adding that I must be stupid!”

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Most of my stories are fictional fantasies, and some are way over the top. I thought I’d share a real experience with Literotica.

Her name was Rebecca. I had just turned 18, and it was the summer after high school graduation. We had already kissed a couple of times, nothing serious, just some fooling around while we were buzzed. I didn’t know I was bisexual yet, but I knew I liked to look at girls as much as look at guys. She had a small party at her house while her parents were away in Colorado Skiing. Not really a big party, just about 8 or 9 of us, guys and girls. Everyone else had left by 2:00, but I felt like crashing at her place. We were both sitting on the sofa, close enough so our legs were touching.

She told me she really liked it when we made out a couple of times earlier that school year. I told her it was fun too. She asked me if I wanted to do it again. It kind of felt awkward to be asked instead of just doing it like the other times we kissed. (Another story for a later post.) Still, I really wanted it too, and I said yes. She put her arms on my shoulders and started to kiss my lips. The other times we kissed that’s all we did, there was no touching really. I really got into the passion, and kissed her back and touched her legs. Then she put one hand on one of my breasts. This felt really strange. I still didn’t know I was bisexual yet, and wasn’t sure if I wanted to do stuff like that. I made her stop.

She asked me if I felt uncomfortable with her touching my breast, and I told her I didn’t know. She asked me if I wanted to stop, and I told her I needed to think about it. I asked her if she had ever done anything like this and she told me she was gay and had done way more than just make out with women. I was VERY intrigued…

‘Are you curious what it would be like to be intimate?” Rebecca asked me. “Yes, very much.” She told me we don’t have to do anything, but now I started to want to. I made her tell me all about her experiences. Turned out she had had lesbian experiences with 3 other women, none of them from our school. She met them at parties in Chicago. She had only “dated” one of the 3, the other 2 where one time experiences. My pussy started getting wet when she told me how good it felt to get your pussy licked. I had had my pussy licked by guys, and asked how it would be any different. “Women know what feels good, that’s adana escort the difference. I think you’d really like it.”

We had another glass of merlot together while talking. She finished her glass and kissed my neck. WOW! She put her hand back on my breast, and asked me if I wanted to touch hers. I wasn’t ready to take the lead, it was still kind of awkward, and I didn’t make any moves of my own. I put both my hands on her breast over her blouse. I kneaded them in my hands; it felt so weird and so good. Then she put her hands under my sweatshirt and felt my breasts over the bra. (I didn’t have an under-shirt on.) She reached around the back of my bra and unclasped it. Now her hands were massaging my bare breasts under my sweater. It felt so good, and was beginning to feel less awkward and more natural. I followed her move and undid her bra too.

I never told you what she looked like. She was very petite, with long dark hair. Very slim, but she had good size breasts, not huge, but very nice. While I was feeling her up, she pulled her blouse over her head, and I got my first look at her bare breasts. Her nipples were very big, you know how some girls nipples are very big, not just the nipple but the areola? They were hard too. I let her remove my sweater too, and we were both topless.

Now it was getting serious, and the kisses were not just on the lips anymore. She started kissing my face and neck all over, and licking my earlobes. My hands explored every curve of her chest and back. We paused only to set up the sofa bed. Now we had more space to move, and one of the best parts of this experience was when she first lay on top of me. I really liked feeling her boobs on mine and feeling the weight and heat of her body on mine. Then I had my first pair of female lips on my breasts, and I got really hot and just let her suck and kiss my breasts and nipples. Later I tasted her breasts and sucked her nipples too, and couldn’t believe how much I like it. I couldn’t wait to remove more clothing, but I still let her take the lead and didn’t make a move to take off her pants yet.

We kissed and caressed each other for what must have been an hour or so, and then she unbuttoned my pants and slowly slid them too the floor. I like being undressed by someone else. I had on some rather plain white panties, because I wasn’t expecting ankara escort anyone to see them that night. Her warm hands on my bare legs felt so good. I wanted to see her legs too. I didn’t have a chance to take her pants off, because she stood up and took them off herself. She had on much sexier red lacy panties. I liked looking at her ass, and a little thrill ran up and down my spine when I realized that here we were, too girls in just panties and nothing else, soon to be nude together and doing what I never thought we would be doing.

Again, I let her take the lead to the next step, which was a hand on ass. Ohmigod, I thought, a women’s hand is on my ass. It felt nice. I squeezed her ass too. I was feeling really horny know, and couldn’t wait for what I knew was coming later. I only had one more moment of hesitation before the final act, when she started to remove my panties. Now I knew this was really serious, we were talking about nudity and oral sex here. My pussy wanted it so bad, but part of my mind was saying it’s not right. She sensed my hesitation and we had another talk.

The next barrier was crossed when she touched my pussy. First she brushed her fingertips on my bush, and then she began to explore the folds of my pussy. I let her rub me down there, showing her with my hand the kind of strokes I like. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this but it began to feel more natural to me like it did for her the first time. Her finger was hot as it entered my vagina and wiggled around. I didn’t know about the G-spot yet, but I just knew that she was touching me in ways that guys never had. I had never touched MYSELF that way before; she really knew what she was doing. I was breathing so hard now, and knew I would come soon, but I wanted the coming to be from her mouth, not her hands. But I was too shy to outright say this out loud. I had to kind of force myself to hold back from coming.

By now I was getting bolder, and I touched her pussy too. It was interesting to explore her pussy; I had never touched any but my own. Her pussy was darker red then mine, and her bush was hairier than mine. I explored the folds, and stuck a finger insider her. She let me rub her clit until she too almost came. As if reading my mind, she stopped my hand and said she knew a better way to finish each other off. This was what I was adıyaman escort waiting for, and my heart raced. “Are you sure you really want this, Miranda?” She asked. “You better not stop. Please yes, I am very sure I want this now.”

She smiled and kissed my lips for a long time. Then she started kissing her way down my body; first my neck, then my breasts again, and then my chest and stomach. She teased me, not kissing my pussy just yet, but going all the way down to my feet. She kissed my feet, and then up my legs and thighs. I could feel her hot breath on my pussy, and knew the licking was going to start soon. My heart beat faster and faster, and then all of a sudden hot mouth was on my pussy! Oh my GOD. I did not really believe this was really happening. She licked and kissed and gently sucked. Her tongue felt wild, doing all sorts of unpredictable moves on my pussy. I really wanted to prolong and savor this first experience, but I could not wait any longer, and without any warning whatsoever my pussy started to come. Usually I can feel the approach of an orgasm, but in this case it came out of nowhere and hit me very intensely. My body shuddered and my hips rose to meet her mouth.

I couldn’t talk for awhile, I just lay there all sweaty and spent while she touched my body all over. “Did you like it?” Rebecca asked me. I still couldn’t say much I was panting so hard, I just smiled and said “UH HUH!”

She let me take my time coming down, but I was really curious about the flip side; licking her pussy. I didn’t know if I’d be any good at it. She was very patient with me. She smelled musky, but I don’t mean that in a bad way, it was just kind of exotic and, well, female. She tasted kind of salty, but again, I don’t mean this in a bad way. I felt one more moment of weirdness, but soon I was licking her wildly, listening to her moans and heavy breathing. She talked while being eaten out, giving me friendly pointers, like “I like bigger circler, around the whole area, not just the clit.” and “Put a finger inside!” I followed her directions. It took her longer to come than it did for me, but that was o.k. When she did come, she ran her fingers all over my hair, and she was much louder than me, letting out lots of “OHHH…OHH!” noises and grunts. Then she laid her body alongside mine and kissed me deeply on the lips, no doubt tasting her own juices.

It was about 5:00 the morning, so we fell asleep on the sofa bed next to each other. When I got up later that morning we were both nude, and I couldn’t help but to kiss her body all over before getting out of bed.

So there you have it, my first lesbian experience. (Besides kissing.)

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Im Dunkeln waren zwar nur Schemen und Silhouetten zu erkennen, aber so viel konnte ich sehen, dass das ein ziemlich junger Kerl war, ich schätze mal, höchstens 30.

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Als ich noch so dachte, wie lange er das wohl noch machen wollte und was er überhaupt vorhatte, zog er die Beine ganz wenig an, hatte sie dann rechts und links neben meinen Beinen liegen und drückte sie zusammen. Dann rutschte er ein bisschen nach unten und sein Schwanz glitt nun mehr über meinen Sack und meine Oberschenkel als über meinen Schwanz und Bauch. Er hob sich ein wenig an, so dass er seinen Schwanz in das Dreieck zwischen meinen Schenkeln und meinem Sack schieben konnte und ließ sich dann wieder auf mir nieder.

Ich spürte, wie sein gar nicht kleiner Schwanz sich an meinem Sack vorbei durch meine Poritze bis zu meiner Rosette schob und sie schön stimulierte. Ich war einigermaßen überrascht, wie geil sich das anfühlte, besonders, als er anfing, mich in dieses Dreieck meiner Beine und meines Sackes zu ficken, das durch den seitlichen Druck seiner Beine auf meine auch bestimmt sehr schön eng für ihn war.

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Allerdings war ich darüber gar nicht sauer, im Gegenteil, irgendwie machte mich der Gedanke geil und es war ja auch ein sehr schönes Gefühl, seinen Schwanz in rhythmischen Schüben durch meine Poritze und über meine Rosette fahren zu spüren. Wie er mich so fest umschlungen hatte, mich fest an seinen Körper presste, ich ihm quasi ausgeliefert war, er seinen Kopf direkt neben meinem liegen hatte und ich seinen erregten und heftigen Atem spüren und hören konnte, er mich ja gewissermaßen nach Strich und Faden fickte und seinen Schwanz in doch jetzt ziemlich hoher Frequenz zwischen meine Beine rammte, da war es für mich einfach nur saugeil, so benutzt und rangenommen zu werden. Und ich freute mich wirklich auf den Moment, wo er seinen warmen, nassen Samen in meine Poritze spritzen würde. Ich hoffte, dass ich es gut würde spüren können, wie es warm an mir runter läuft.

Ja, und dann kam der Moment, er stöhnte laut und lange auf, zog seinen Schwanz so weit zurück, dass nur noch seine Eichel in meinem Spalt steckte und dann spürte ich es laufen. Mann, was war das ein geiles Gefühl, wie sein escort ataşehir warmes Sperma sich zwischen meine Schenkel ergoss. Er schob seinen Schwanz dann noch ein paar mal hin und her als wolle er das glitschige Gefühl noch ein wenig auskosten, dann zog er ihn heraus und rieb damit über meinen Sack und meinen Schwanz und verteilte sein Sperma auch darauf.

Dann erhob er sich, wischte sich mit ein paar Tüchern von der Rolle ab und ging lautlos hinaus und ließ mich benutzt und besamt liegen. Ich schaute rechts und links und sah ein paar Gestalten, die zu mir rüber schauten und sich offensichtlich die ganze Nummer genüsslich angeschaut hatten. Ein bisschen kam ich mir belämmert vor, aber dann kam einer rangerutscht, beugte sich über meinen Unterleib und flüsterte nur “darf ich?”, was ich mit einem kurzen “nur zu” beantwortete.

Der Kerl, schon deutlich älter als der Besamer, begann sofort, meinen Schwanz und meinen Sack abzulecken, leckte jeden Fitzel Sperma ab, der daran haftete. Ich hatte mich nun zurück gelegt, die Augen geschlossen und genoss. Schließlich drückte er meine Beine auseinander, hob meine Knie an, so dass ich nun mit weit gespreizten Beinen vor ihm lag. Er lag der Länge nach dazwischen und leckte meine Ritze und meine Rosette und holte sich auch von dort jeden Tropfen des Spermas, das noch an mir haftete.

Als er wohl alles aufgeleckt hatte, kam er wieder vor, beugte sich über meinen Schwanz und fing an, den zu blasen wie besessen. Er wollte sich ganz offensichtlich auch mein Sperma noch holen. Dagegen hatte ich ja nun überhaupt nichts und ließ ihn gewähren. Er blies mich lange und ausdauernd, bis ich ihm schließlich auch mein Sperma zum runterschlucken überließ. Er sagte nur kurz “danke” und ging dann raus.

Ich hatte für den Abend auch alles, ging duschen, zog mich an und fuhr in mein Hotel zurück und hatte eine sehr angenehme Nachtruhe.

Ich freue mich sehr über Kommentare.

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I was alone at home and it was one of those very warm nights. I was hot and restless! I decided to go over to my friend T’s house. T was a couple years older than I was (23). Anyway, he was one of the only black guys that lived at our apartment complex and he was always home alone. We had known each other for years and in the summer, we always went swimming together late at night.

When I got to T’s house, he was in a silly mood. He was teasing me, touching me, and kept trying to wrestle, etc. I noticed that tonight he was acting a little different, though. He kept putting his hands on my ass and kept placing my hands between his legs (more than normal!). I have to admit that I secretly liked it, but I blew it off and suggested that we go swimming. (I knew that if we stayed inside that something was bound to happen!!)

On the way to the pool, T was talking, but I was lost in thought. I was thinking about the hidden tension between us that I had been trying to ignore. Every time we wrestle, T always rubs my thighs, grabs my ass, and puts my hands on his cock. Up until now, I had always just laughed it off and pretended that he was just joking. I guess that he knew that it really turned me on because I was still hanging out with him…

Anyway, we jumped the fence and snuck into the pool next to the rental office. I took my shirt off, threw it on the ground, kicked off my flip-flops and dove in. While doing this, I didn’t know that T took off all of his clothes and put his feet in the water at the other end of the pool.

The moon was full and the night was full of its dim light. The pool itself had a light in one corner, but it was very old. The water shimmered with what little light there actually was.

When I came up at the other end of the pool, I wiped the water from my face and looked escort acıbadem around for T.

T called out and said, “Close your eyes and follow my voice.” I’m experienced enough now to know what happened to me in that moment. I was so turned on and my hot, little ass wanted –no, needed- to be fucked!

I swam to his voice with my eyes closed and my heart racing. When I got close enough for him to reach out and grab me, his hand pulled my head closer to him. When I felt my knee touch the pool wall, I reached up and put one hand on each of his thighs. (This was it; something was finally going to happen! I was so nervous, but more excited than I had ever been!)

T said, “Open your eyes.” His voice was as strong as the thighs I was holding on to. I did as I was told and gasped with an excited gaze as my eyes opened to the sight of him stroking the big cock that I had secretly been fantasizing about. I was dizzy with excitement, fear, and wonder. This was all happening so fast.

I looked up while I bit my lower lip. I looked into his eyes and I saw, what I later learned to be, dominance, desire, and lust. My gaze shifted back to the huge cock that was growing thicker, longer, and harder with every stroke. I know that he saw me lick my lips and my mouth start to instinctively open.

T said, “I know you want this dick, baby.” My eyes kind of closed, my face flushed, and my lips parted slightly to release a soft moan of submission. I could not control what the sight of his enormous cock was doing to me; I was powerless to what my body wanted and what T’s voice commanded.

T pushed his massive cock down and told me, “Suck this dick, baby. Suck it.” That was followed by T rubbing his huge cock all over my face and lips and lightly smacking me istanbul eskort in the face with it. “I knew you were a little whore. I knew it, baby.” said T. I had never sucked a cock before, but did what I had seen in porno movies. I kept me teeth out of the way of my lips and sucked as hard as I could, taking all that I could fit into my mouth. Which was not very much, at first.

After awhile, I could take more and began to lick, suck, and tease T’s big, fat cock like I was born to do just that! T’s cock belonged in my mouth and I made love to it with my lips, tongue, mouth, and hands. T started to moan and shortly thereafter I tasted my first blast of semen. It was very salty and a little sour, but I loved it immediately. T grabbed my hair with one hand and pulled me back. I was shocked and surprised, but I was very turned on by his doing that. He stroked his massive cock while it shot cum all over my face. My face was completely covered.

After T’s last blast hit my face, I reached up and grabbed his cock in put it back in my mouth. Cum was oozing from my face back onto his shaft and I hungrily tried to suck it all into my mouth where it belonged. I stopped a couple times to take his cock and rub it on my face until he saw what I was doing. Then he took control and wiped all his cum off my face with his dick and watched with a smile while I sucked it off and swallowed it.

When T was satisfied that I had swallowed all that I could, he pulled me back by the hand that was still in my hair and said, “You like that?” I just smiled an embarrassed and very self-conscious smile. We both laughed.

T jumped into the pool and got behind me. I could feel his huge cock between my ass cheeks and he placed a strong grip on both of my arms, pulling me closer, while he licked escort şerifali and sucked on my neck. I instinctively started to push my ass back into his cock and could feel it starting to get hard again.

He was walking and dragging me with him along the edge of the pool to the shallow end where the steps leading down into the pool were. When we got there, he pushed me up a few steps and said, “Get on your knees.” I did as I was told. My ass, at this point, was halfway in the water still.

T gently, but firmly, pushed me forward until my hands were on the concrete portion that surrounded the pool. My back was naturally arched and I could feel his knee between my legs urging them to part. My ass was completely out of the water now and my legs were farther apart.

I had never felt so open before… My senses were more alive than ever before and I swear that I could feel the water slowly beading down my ass.

I could feel that T was rock hard again because the way that we were; his massive cock fit right in between my wide open ass cheeks. I could feel his big cock throbbing with every heart beat through my little pink virgin asshole.

T grabbed my hips and started to grind his big black cock into me and dry fucked me until I had an orgasm without even touching my cock. I would have done anything to feel that much pleasure again!! I knew then that I belonged to T now! 🙂

When I was done having my orgasm, T laughed and knelt down, hands still on my sides, and started to tease my little hole with his tongue. T did this very slowly and patiently, as if he was trying to discover what exactly I liked. His hands slowly moved to my ass and I could feel him caressing it and opening it wider while he searched for my buttons with his tongue. I was already rock hard again and T tongue fucked me all the way to another powerful orgasm. This was my first time ever experiencing two, back-to-back. It was amazing!!

T told me after I was done shivering in pleasure that I should come over the next day so that we could finish what we started. I just moaned softly indicating that I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

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When I was 34, I was a very happily married full fledged heterosexual man. My wife was a very attractive blonde, several years my junior and our bedroom activities were really hot. I considered myself 100% straight, even though I had received a drunken blow job from my college dorm roommate, when I was 18, which I did not return the favor on by the way. It was a one time thing that “just happened” one night and was never mentioned again by either of us.

Me and my wife bought our first house together and through our short 2 year marriage, which ended in a divorce, we never lost “our spark” in the bedroom. She was a total hottie to me and I was always eager to enjoy her favors as often as possible. She was a very sexy girl, always eager to please me and I was both happy and eager to share my 7 1/2″s with her as often as possible. We enjoyed a very active normal sex life and on the kinky side, I was happy she allowed me to perform anal penetration on her and she would happily provide oral sex to me upon request. In case you’re wondering, the divorce was not for lack of passion in our sex life, it was for totally unrelated reasons that I won’t get into now.

We had been married for almost 2 years, when one day I went to our local mall outlet store, which had a Sears department store in it. I went alone and while I honestly don’t remember what I was shopping for, I do remember that I was in the lawn and garden department. I stopped my shopping for a bit to use their public restroom and went to the corner of the store where it was located.

Inside the restroom were 2 adjoining stalls with locking doors, both unoccupied at the time. There was a metal partition separating them as I chose the one in the corner, closest to the wall. As I entered and locked the door to my stall, I heard someone else enter the bathroom, but couldn’t see them because I was locked inside my stall.

The man quickly entered the stall next to mine and I could hear him lock his door. As I surveyed my surroundings, I noticed to the left of me, in the metal wall partition separating us, there was a 4-5 inch diameter hole about waist level. As I was standing escort çekmeköy in front of my commode, through the hole in the wall, I could look down at an angle and see his pant leg as he stood in front of his commode. I have always been a little self conscious about using public facilities with strangers around, so I was having a little trouble getting started.

As I stared down at the hole, I saw him drop his pants and underwear to his ankles so that they bunched around his shoes. I stared at his bare leg and as I watched it, I saw it start to tremble, to shake rhythmically. I thought to myself, “this guy couldn’t be masturbating in a public restroom, could he?”

I bent over to get a closer look, but not too close to the hole to be seen so I would be caught looking. I was shocked to see that was exactly what he was doing.

He wasn’t huge, in fact I was bigger than he was and thicker too. What fascinated me was that his cock was rock hard and he had only been in there for less than a minute. And when I say rock hard, I mean rock hard, pointing straight out as he stroked it so slowly. He would occasionally stop his stroking and tug on his balls, which allowed his cock to point straight out unassisted, testifying to it’s granite like hardness.

Maybe I leaned in too close, maybe he saw me, maybe he saw my shadow, or maybe this guy just had a lot of guts, but the next thing I knew, he just shoved his cock through the hole into my stall. Startled, I jumped back and just stared at it, afraid to make a sound, both angered by his audacity but curious enough to want to look at it. His cock protruding from the hole, he shifted around until his balls hung into my stall also. Angered that he was so arrogant about this, I honestly thought about punching him in the balls, but I didn’t, instead I reached down and stroked his cock and balls softly. To this day, I don’t know why I did, but I did it without thinking and it really excited me to hold such a hard cock.

All he said was two words, softly spoken but with confidence, “suck it.”

Again, I don’t know istanbul eskort why I did this, but I dropped to my knees and took his extremely hard cock in my mouth tentatively. He was about 6 inches long, moderately thick, circumcised and Caucasian, honestly, that was all I could tell you about him. He smelled clean and fresh, and I’m embarrassed to say, I actually relished his virile hardness in my mouth. I don’t know if women know this, but men get erections of various hardness, I think most men know this. This guy was so hard it was like a bone in my mouth, unyielding, unbending iron steel stiff.

At first I sucked on it a little experimentally, just exploring the overall hardness contrast with the skin texture smoothness. Hesitatingly and with some reservation, even with the thrill or threat of someone walking in, I came to terms with what I was doing and found myself highly aroused. I was eager to please him now and the more I sucked his masculine cock, the more I became unashamed and aroused. I became obsessed with his cock, while I consumed his length and girth, the thought of pleasing him consumed me.

I became his captive audience for his cock and his pleasure, nothing else seemed to matter except to please this piece of muscle and flesh. I became a man possessed, all my efforts were centered on his cock on my mouth. The head was silky soft, the skin smooth and flawless, the shaft so hard and unrelenting, I was lost in my efforts to do my best. As shame washed over my face and made me blush, the excitement of something so taboo made me continue. I was lost in this piece of flesh and wanted him to release the proof that would confirm he was pleased.

He just stood there, letting me sate my hunger as he let me feed on his cock. I tried to do things that I knew I liked done to myself, like suck hard on the tip and press the point of my tongue into that cluster of nerves under the head. Forcing my head down all the way to his pelvis, I fought through my gag reflex and was even proud of myself when I choked down his entire length. He seemed to appreciate my efforts as he strained to push himself escort içerenköy into the wall, making small groans and grunts to confirm my efforts were suitable to him.

I built a slow rhythm and he started grunting louder, as I kept up this pace that he seemed to enjoy. After maybe 5 minutes of worshipping his cock, he started humping into my mouth and I knew he was getting close. It excited me so much that I redoubled my efforts to please him.

Suddenly he spoke more aggressively, “swallow that load, eat it up, swallow my cum.”

He started groaning and shaking as he spasmed and spurted into my mouth. Maybe 6 or 8 squirts of heavy volume sprays volleyed into my mouth and I didn’t mind. I let him enjoy the pleasure I was giving him, I didn’t want to interrupt his throes of passion by pulling off, so as directed, I swallowed gulp after gulp from his cock.

At first I didn’t know if I could swallow it, but it really didn’t gross me out too much, actually not at all. It didn’t really taste unpleasant, different from anything I have ever eaten before, but not totally disagreeable. It was thinner than my own cum, I think, and definitely more volume than my own ejaculations, but mostly just the idea of not quitting on him spurned me to do it.

As he started to wilt in my mouth, he pulled out, tucked himself back in his pants, and said, “be here next Thursday at 3:00PM,” then as quickly as he entered, he was gone.

As I composed myself, I got a little nervous, as it dawned on me what I had just done. Sometimes things happen and you can’t justify why you did what you did at that moment, you just live with it. This was one of those times. I never peed, I guess I lost the urge, so I just stuffed my hard cock back into my pants, zipped up and walked out quickly. I felt like every eye in the place was on me, like every one in the store knew what I had just done. I looked at every guy in the department store as I went to my car, but none seemed to confirm or acknowledged they were my “secret friend”.

As I got in my car and went home, it dawned on me that I should have looked at the pants all the men were wearing, since that was all I had really seen through the hole, to help me identify who was in the stall next to me, but I didn’t. That taste seemed to stay in my mouth for quite a while, at least until I got a soda when I got home.

Was I there next Thursday at 3:00PM,

you bet I was.

To be continued…

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