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I just wanted to fuck. Uncomplicated, no strings attached. I’d been feeling the need brewing in me for several weeks but work kept me busy. Finally a break came and I was sent on a business trip to California for a week. I decided to head up the weekend before the conference I was there to attend began. I arrived late Friday afternoon and checked into my hotel.

The accommodations held a four star rating and was beautiful. My room looked out over the pool and it was as I stood at the window enjoying the view that I saw her. A perfect specimen of womanhood from head to toe. She wore a bright blue and white bikini, showing off the luscious curves of her body. Not one of these stick women that seem so prevalent in southern California. Hips, ass, thighs, breasts, all of it waiting for me to explore it.

She looked up as though she could feel me looking at her and our eyes met. I stepped out onto the balcony and she smiled at me. I returned the smile. She moved her head as though signaling me to come down. I nodded to let her know I understood. I returned to my room, jumped in the shower and dressed in a pair of white swim trunks and a blue wife beater. My short hair was still wet when I left the room and headed down to the lobby.

She was waiting for me on a lounge chair with an empty one next to her. “Afternoon.” She greeted. Up close she was even more beautiful. Smooth caramel skin, large full round breasts, a flat stomach and an ass I could see even from the front.

“Good afternoon to you as well. My name is Javon.” I introduced myself.

“Nice to meet you Javon. I’m Cecilia.” She said. Her voice was smooth and honeyed like the rest of her. There was a hint of accent that I couldn’t place. I sat on the lounge chair next to her after moving it as close as I could and still have enough room for us to be able to stand.

“Are you vacationing Cecilia?” I asked. She smiled and it was brilliant.

“I’m here for business and yourself?” She asked. A waiter strolled by and I stopped him to order drinks. She was sipping on an Amaretto sour. I got a fresh one for her and a Vodka Tonic for myself. The way she was watching me, let me know we were looking for the same thing. Still, even when it comes to flings, I’ve never been the type to not show a woman a good time and treat her like a lady.

“I have a conference starting on Monday. Decided to come down a couple of days early and get a little breather. I haven’t been to Cali in years. It’s beautiful.” I replied. I was giving her heavy eye contact to let her know I wasn’t just referring to the terrain.

“Indeed.” She said. She took the fresh drink when the handsome young man returned. I tipped generously because I could still remember busting tables and putting up with the shit that the rich and pretentious put out. He winked at me as he walked away in that way that some men will when they know what you’re up to and have enough cool to not be raucous in their approval.

“Would you be interested in joining me for dinner tonight?” I invited. She smiled.

“In your room or mine?” She returned.

“Wherever you’ll feel more comfortable of course.” I answered. Her chocolate brown eyes moved down the length of my five foot six inch frame slowly. I consider myself an average looking woman. I’m dark skinned, slim and toned, small breasts, not too much ass but not extended back. My lovers are generally pleased with my physique. My eyes are a medium brown, my hair short, black and very curly. My nose is straight speaking to my mixed heritage, my lips full, soft and brown. My hands are pretty big for my size but they match my feet and somehow the rest of me.

“I’m in room 323.” She said.

“Okay. And what time should I be there?”

“Seven.”

“Would you like me to bring anything?” I asked.

“Whatever you’d like to use.” She answered. Yeah we were looking for exactly the same thing.

“I’ll see you at seven.”

I dressed to impress even though we’d probably never leave the room. My suit was cream colored; the silk shirt beneath the jacket was a honey color that brought out my eyes. My shoes matched the shirt and the belt. I was already strapped as I prefer to be prepared. Having to stop to strap up can ruin the mood at some of the most unexpected and unappreciated times.

I knocked on her door promptly at seven. A woman after my own libido, she’d dressed as though we were going to a restaurant to eat as well. The dress she wore was killer red and clung to her body like a second skin. The neckline was a deep V that showed off her cleavage and made my mouth water. Her long dark hair was piled atop her head and my fingers itched to delve into the mass and send it tumbling down. “Hi there.” She greeted. There was a warmth in her voice that matched the anticipation I was feeling.

“Good evening. You looked positively ravishing.” I told her. It wasn’t a line, simply the truth. She smiled softly and I was pleased to see she recognized the sincerity in the compliment as she blushed.

“Thank you. You look quite bursa eskort delectable yourself.” She returned. She blushed but she didn’t back down and I really liked that. She stepped back to allow me entrance. As I said, I’m an average sized woman, but even with her heels, I was two inches taller than her. I have such a weakness for petite women. I watched the plump roundness of her ass as she sashayed farther into the room and wondered if she’d already ordered.

There was a knock on the door before I’d gotten halfway across the spacious suite and my question was answered. I returned to the door and opened it to find the same waiter from earlier. “Evening.” He said with that same knowing smile. “Where would you like it?” He asked. Cecilia spoke before I could.

“In the bedroom.” She said. He moved the tray into the bedroom without another word and returned a moment later. I started to reach for some cash but he shook his head.

“It’s already been taken care of.” He said. I raised my eyebrows. “Enjoy.”

I closed the door and turned to find her leaning in the doorway of the bedroom. When she was sure I was following her every movement with my eyes, she slipped the tip of her finger between the full softness of her lips and sucked gently before sliding it down over the swell of her breasts. I bit my lower lip and tried to remember how to breathe. Her hands moved over her stomach and came to rest at the junction of her legs. “You look real good in that suit. I want to see what you look like out of it.” She said.

I crossed the room to her and followed the same path down her body with my hands that hers had traveled. She shivered beneath my fingertips when they caressed her breasts and I could see her pulse beating rapidly. I kissed her neck just below her ear, flicking my tongue over the area and enjoying the way her breath shuddered from her body. Her hands moved over my arms, up around my neck supporting herself. There’s nothing like making a woman’s knees weak. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom. There were already candles set up around the room burning softly.

I set her on her feet next to the bed and kissed her gently. Her eyes closed and she surrendered herself to me. I slid the zipper down on the back of her dress and the material loosened and then slid down to pool at her feet. She stepped out of the silky material and I stepped back to admire what had been revealed to me. She wore a matching bra and panty set in black silk. Her breasts seemed to strain against the confines of the brassiere. I turned her around and caught my breath at the sight of her ass. If I have a weakness for petite women, I’m a fool over a petite woman with a big ass. “Damn.” I whispered. I undid the clasp of her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. Her breasts were perky on her chest as the bra fell away. I kissed the back of her neck, biting gently, making her moan. The helplessly aroused sound translated into a current of electricity that staggered down my spine and pooled in my clit. I was suddenly viciously turned on and throbbing. My hands cupped her breasts, feeling the pebble hard nipples pressed against my palms.

“Take off your clothes.” She requested breathlessly. I turned her so she faced me and once again stepped back, this time so she could see. I removed the suit jacket and tossed it behind me. My shirt followed suit. I wore no bra and my nipples were already rigid with my arousal beneath the thin wife beater I wore. She licked her lips when I reached for the buckle of my belt and released it. I kicked off my loafers and unzipped the pants. I let them drop to the floor much as her dress had and stepped out of them. Her eyes widened when they got to the bulge between my legs. I will joke with my friends that had I been a man, given the size of my hands and feet, I’d have been well endowed. Since I wasn’t born with a penis, I equip myself with what I’m sure God would have given me had it been meant for me to be a man. My dick was an eight inch python. A thickly veined shaft and a pair of heavy balls gave it a very realistic look and feel.

I moved back up to her, pressing our bodies together. My hands gripped her ass, my need becoming overwhelming. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep it soft and slow. She didn’t mind. Her own hands started at my breasts and eventually she pulled at the undershirt signaling she wanted it gone. Her skin was heated when our flesh met. I lifted her up onto the bed and followed her, kicking off my socks as I went. She lay back allowing me to have my way. We left her heels on and I knelt between her legs touching her with my hands and my eyes. I squeezed her breasts and she cried out. She moaned again and I bent down to capture her nipple with my mouth. I sucked on her, taking as much of the soft flesh into my mouth as I could. Her hands dove into my hair, pressing me closer, tighter. I used my teeth lightly and she writhed beneath me. Her nails dragged down my back making me hiss and urging me on.

I moved between those luscious bursa bayan escort mounds, sucking the nipple into my mouth, laving my tongue over and around it. I moved my hand down between her legs, feeling the heat and wetness that had gathered there. The panties were soaked. I sat back long enough to rip them off and she cried out at the display of force. Her pussy was thick, juicy and naked before me. The hair was completely removed allowing me to see her hard clit. “Eat my pussy.” She requested. The need in her eyes matched my own and she didn’t have to tell me twice. I moved down until I knelt on the side of the bed with her creamy thighs on either side of my head. My hands gripped her hips pulling her roughly toward my hungry mouth. I dove in. She smelled divine and tasted even better! My tongue pushed its way between the slickness of her full outer lips, into the soaked inner folds. I drank her down, loving the spicy sweet flavor of her. My tongue felt acrobatic as it danced inside of her, licking up all the juices that had accumulated there. “Oh God!” She gasped. I hadn’t even gotten to her clit yet. I pushed my tongue as far into her as it would go, stimulating her. She gripped my hair and I could feel her pussy spasm in my mouth. I knew she was going to cum. Her hands fluttered back and forth between my hair, my shoulders and gripping the sheets as the sensation built in her. The closer she got to completion, the tighter my own pussy grew. The throbbing was a delicious reminder of what I was making this woman feel.

I wanted to feel her reach the flash point. I slipped two fingers deep inside of her at the same moment I moved my tongue up to slither over her engorged clit. She gripped the sheets tightly and screamed. I suckled her clit as she rode the orgasm out. My fingers which has been pressing rhythmically against her G-spot, were gripped so tightly by her walls, I could do no more than press up slightly to try and prolong the climax. When it finally crested, she collapsed back to the bed. I continued to lick on her. Her nectar had grown even more sweetly pungent as she flooded my hand and I couldn’t seem to get enough of the taste of her. I moved my fingers deeper inside of her and added a third to make sure she would be ready for me. She was wet and open but her pussy was still very tight and I didn’t want to hurt her.

After she achieved another shattering peak, I withdrew from her and flipped her over. I pulled her shoes off and then spread the heavy globes of her ass so I could push my tongue into her wet puckered hole. She’d leaked so copiously, my tongue slid into her ass as easily as it had into her pussy. “Oh shit!” She cried not having expected the sensation. I held her in place, showing her ass as much attention as I’d given her pussy. I sucked on the sensitive hole and pushed my fingers back into her still convulsing cunt. “Yes, Jesus, that feels so good!” She cried out.

I could hardly stand it. My clit was like a rock beneath the strap and I wanted to watch the dick sliding in and out of her wetness. I forced myself to wait. I wanted to plunder her ass with the dick too and I wanted to make sure she was good and open when the time came. “Please, please. Fuck me Javon.” She begged. I could never refuse a begging woman. I pulled the dick out and knelt behind her positioning the bulbous head at the angry red opening of her pussy. She watched from underneath herself as I pushed into her. “Oh, fuuuuccck!” She groaned as she was stretched to accommodate the monster. I got half way in and withdrew until only the head remained then slammed back into her. She thrashed on the bed but pressed herself back against me taking the rest of it. “Yes, yes, fuck me.” She panted.

I pulled back and slammed into her again. My rhythm was ruthless. Each time I pushed into her she cried out. Her hips pistoned back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust. I slapped her ass and she screamed my name. I watched the shudders run through her small frame as she beat her fists against the bed. I spread her ass cheeks, allowing the dick to slide even deeper inside of her. I gripped a fistful of her hair which had begun to tumble with her movements. Her head came up and I pulled until it was as far back as I was comfortable making her neck bend. “Scream for me bitch!” I commanded. My hips continued their steady pounding into her yielding pussy and she did as I asked. She screamed as she came and my own orgasm could not be prolonged any longer. I grunted as it shivered through me.

“Yeah, cum for me Big Daddy.” She encouraged. She ground herself back against me expertly as though we’d done this many times before.

When I had regained my composure I pulled out of her and was pleasantly surprised when she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. She gripped the thick black phallus and eased herself down on it. She hissed slightly as it filled her once again. The angle was different, deeper. She squatted over me, the dick half way inside of her. “Watch.” She instructed. bursa ucuz escort Her fingers moved down so she could separate the lips of her swollen sex. Her clit was hard and pulsing. I put my hands behind my head and watched her sink the rest of the way down. She lifted herself up and then slid back down again. The visual was delicious. I watched those thick lips swallow my dick and spit it back out. Each time it slid back out of her, it glistened with her wetness.

I put my feet flat on the bed and began thrusting my hips up into her. She cried out in surprise at first then we found our rhythm and every time I thrust up, she slammed herself down onto me. Her hair was a sex tousled mass spilling down her back and over her shoulders. Her head was thrown back and her eyes closed as she lost herself. It remains one of the most erotic images I’ve ever seen. I slid my hands up to cup her breasts. My thumb and forefinger squeezed her nipples to just this side of real pain and she looked down at me with those intense brown eyes of hers. She took one of my hands and drew my fingertips between her lips. She sucked her essence off my fingers and continued to ride herself to orgasm. “Oh, yes. Oh, shit, I’m going to come. Oh, fuck me, I’m coming!” She cried. She collapsed forward onto me and passed out.

We lay there for countless minutes half in and out of slumber. Our hearts pounded together. I caressed her back gently, calming her. Some unknown amount of time later, she eased off of me. I pulled her against my chest and we slept until late in the night.

I woke to the feeling of her slowly rubbing her clit back and forth across my lips. My eyes fluttered open and she grinned down at me. My hands moved up to clasp her hips and steady her as my tongue came out to find it’s way once more inside of her. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back. “Oh, yes.” She moaned softly. I licked slowly, rolling her clit with my tongue, savoring her. “God, I thought I’d dreamed you being this good.” She said. I grinned against her and her eyes opened and smiled down at me.

My hands moved over her ass, up along her back and around to the front of her body so I could caress her breasts. I could feel her shivering as my tongue flickered rapidly back and forth over her clit. I pulled back just before she reached critical mass and she groaned in frustration. I like to tease sometimes. I moved suddenly flipping her over onto her back. She gasped at the unexpected movement then giggled. I lifted myself up into a push up position above her lower body and gazed down at her. “We didn’t get to the food.”

“It’s chocolate and whipped cream. I figured we’d order real food when we were done.” She advised me.

“Sweetheart, the way you taste I could spend this entire week eating just you and still not be done.” I said. She flushed attractively and I found it endearing. “Let’s see about that chocolate.” I said then bounded off the bed. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked over to the tray and lifted the top. The whipped cream had long since melted but the chocolate would be just fine. I grabbed the bottle and turned back to the bed.

“How do you want me?” She inquired. I grinned devilishly.

“First, I’m going to put chocolate on your nipples and suck it off. Then I’m going trail the syrup down your stomach, between your legs and I’m going to lick and suck you clean. And when you’ve come for me a few times and your pussy is soaking wet, I’m going to shove my fat ass dick inside of you again. I’m going to fuck you til your eyes cross and your toes curl and you’re crying because it feels so good. Then I’m going to pull my dick out of your pussy and ease it into your tight ass. I’m going to show you pleasure like you’ve never known it before.” I informed her. Her breathing had grown labored at my forward words. Her dark eyes sparkled with anticipation.

I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs. As promised I started with her breasts, letting a small stream of chocolate coat her breasts. I bent and licked the sugary treat off of her in long catlike strokes of my tongue. I suckled her breasts, pulled her nipples into my mouth and bit gently. I poured more chocolate down the flat plane of her stomach and repeated the process all the way down to the plump mound of her pussy. She writhed beneath the onslaught of my warm mouth as I devoured her and the chocolate that coated her. She was so wet by time I was done, my tool slid into her easily when I finally position it at her entrance and pushed forward.

“Damn your pussy is soaked.” I commented as she took my length effortlessly.

“Jesus, stop teasing me and fuck this pussy.” She commanded. I smiled but did as told and began pounding into her. I lifted her hips and held them in place while I slid in and out of her in a powerful driving rhythm. Her body glistened with the sweat of our exertion and my fingers dug into her skin to keep my grip. “Oh my God, oh my God, right there. Don’t stop boo, keep fucking me.” I gritted my teeth, ignored the protesting of my thigh muscles and continued to drill her pussy until finally her body seized up and she screamed. Her pussy pulsed twice and then released her orgasm. My stomach was coated with her juices and the knowledge that she had shot off for me (something I had never experienced) had me cumming all over myself.

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Nikki is coming today. Her room is ready, and so is mine. When she arrives I will be dressed in a very tight pair of black jeans. My shirt is red and white. The shirt is sleeveless with a golden tan. My hair is just cut with teddy bear fuzz at the bottom of my hairline.

The doorbell rang and I set off the automatic door to let her in. She was blindfolded by my doorman just like I asked. I walked out of my bedroom and stood at the top of the stairs. Take off your blindfold. She looked around obviously looking for me. It had been one year since I had seen her.

Finally she looked up at me. She had been in Texas so her accent was thick when she said, “Hello Beautiful.”

I walked down the stairs, straight to her and kissed her with a long-standing passion that hadn’t diminished a bit. “Hey Nikki, I missed you.” I took her hand and proceeded to show her the house.

First, I showed her the all nude pool and hot tub. There is another pool but it is swimming suit required and it has only been used once. We walked through the dining room and kitchen. I showed her the backyard and all the possible sex items. Lying there was a bouquet of red carnations.

We walked through the living area and then headed upstairs. We walked past the double doors and she asked about the room. “That is my room.” She tried to open the door but couldn’t. I proceeded down the hall, she caught up to me and I told her bursa escort about each room. Some she wanted to see and I showed her. Finally, we came to her bedroom.

I handed her a note that said, “Say this. Open, please.” The door opened and the room was in all red and black. There were 2 dozen long stem red and yellow roses on the bed. She was looking around and opened a drawer with her name on it. There was lingerie and underwear just for her and then she turned around and I was holding a black sequin cocktail dress.

“We are dancing tonight.” I laid her dress on the bed. I took her hand and continued on. I leaned her against the next door and kissed her. I opened the door and her mouth dropped. She just entered my sex toy room and then into my porn room. She tried to go through the next-door but couldn’t. That is the dance room and then we left.

I left her in her room and told her to meet me in the pool in 5 minutes. Then I went to my room to make sure everything was ok. My husband at the control panel, my husband, was having fun looking at every room and at Nikki. “We are heading to the pool, any requests.”

“Lots of teasing.”

I preceded down to find her already in the hot tub. I slid in and within minutes she came to me to kiss me to say thank you. We talked about what was going on and then I asked about her husband.

“I wish that he would just say yes, because bursa escort bayan I know he likes you but he just won’t.” She came to me and we started kissing and teasing each other again. I jumped out and went the pool. She was right behind me and the teasing each other. I jumped out and went to the pool. She was right behind me and the teasing continued. We talked and played and I did all sorts of teasing my request of my husband.

We got out and went to eat. There was turkey and all kinds of cheeses laid out. I put cheez-whiz on her tits and sucked it off, then licked and sucked on her neck, purposely leaving a mark.

All she could say was, “Why can’t he just trust me?”

We went back to our rooms and got ready to party. She called me and asked, “What is the personal attendant button for?

I told her, “A very beautiful lady will come to your room and do anything you need to get ready, make-up, hair, anything not sexual.”

My husband watched intently as she and I got ready. I wore black pants that complimented me and a vibrant red shirt that just wreaked of fuck me. Then, I had my make-up and hair done. There were sparkles everywhere and finally the most irresistible scent, sex pheromones with my water scent.

My husband came over to smell me and then felt me up. He would have time to get ready while watching as party gets started. I bursa merkez escort went to the party room and waited for her. She rang the doorbell and I opened the door. It was dark so she couldn’t see anything. I softly blindfolded her and said, “Lights, music, action.” I took the blindfold off.

Here is what she saw. Yellow and bright green lights accented a variety of strippers. All my men were in tuxedos with or without sleeves and blindfolds. Any of the sleeveless guys you could rip their pants off and a variety of dancing friends. Just saying dismissed can dismiss anyone and the DJ will play anything you want.

I walked around her and led her to the floor. She grabbed me and kissed me like she was possessed. One by one as she partied she dismissed people. She had unlimited supply of $1’s for the strippers.

Finally, it was just her and I and she asked for a slow song. We danced and stared into each other’s eyes. I blindfolded her and said, “I have one more surprise.” I took the blindfold off and there stood her husband in a tux. I stepped back and they danced. I had the lights dimmed as I left.

I went back to my room and put on a black nightie with a long black see through robe and I waited. Soon there was a knock on my door. “What can I do for you Nikki?” “We need to talk to you.”

“Go to your room and find your next surprise and then come back if the answer is yes.”

Nikki’s husband slipped away from her through the trap door, giving her the answer. He came into my room and settled back, showering me with compliments. About 20 minutes later there was a knock on my door.

“Do you want to be with me tonight? If so, the door is open.”

To be continued…

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During high school I lived in a small town in the mid-west where nothing ever happens. We had a drive-in movie that had just reopened, a bowling alley, a pizza joint, a supermarket, and two gas stations. The summer before I left for Iowa State University, I worked in our town’s supermarket so I had some spending money in the fall. When I wasn’t working, I just read books or surfed the web. On the cool summer nights, I cruised the quiet streets our little town with my best friend Jill. She was always there for me through good times or bad, and we sure had fun that summer before going off to the big world.

Jill and I operated the checkouts at the supermarket and we would always tease our boss Rickey, just to make the days more interesting. Rickey was a year younger than us, but he was the owners son, so he was our manager. He was cute and easy to embarrass, so we cut him a break and followed his rules most of the time. Rickey was shorter than us and probably 120 lbs. soaking wet, so he wasn’t hard to intimidate. We liked to think we were so worldly, particularly in our little short blue uniforms. Rickey’s dad had let us pick them out from a uniform catalog, and we chose the shortest ones they sold just to tease Rickey.

On our breaks, we would take a cup of coffee to the loading bay, smoke a cigarette and flirt with the truck drivers. We often managed to give Rickey a sly look on our way out, but most of the time we purposely ignored him just to drive him crazy. We would giggle when he stared at us during the work day, and make comments in a voice too low to hear, just to make him blush. He was really surprised when Jill and I sauntered up to him while on break one Saturday afternoon, and asked him if he would like to join us at the drive-in movie that night. We figured the kid would get a kick out of going to the movies with us, and we enjoyed toying with him.

“I don’t have a car yet” he stammered, blushing in embarrassment.

“He’s probably too young to drive” laughed Jill, as she lit up a Marlboro and then snapped her Zippo closed.

“I’ve got a pick-up” I said, blowing a bubble with my gum until it popped. “We’ll go in that, see you at eight.”

I wore cutoff jeans and a T-shirt with no bra, and flip flops to show off my brightly painted toenails. Jill wore her favorite little white dress shirt tied at the waist, and a plaid skirt with pair of pink Converse. We picked Rickey up outside the store, and when Jill slid out of the pick-up to let him in, his eyes almost popped out of his head. He gawked at her legs extending from the short skirt, and she started teasing him right away.

“Stop staring, boy” she laughed, “and get in.”

He was wedged in between us, and when our perfume began sweeping over him I thought he was going to pass out. His cheeks were flushed and he looked like he was in heaven as we pushed escort bayan against his body. He glanced from side to side as my bra-less boobs bounced, and Jill’s little boobies jiggled. Rickey smiled all the way down that dusty county road. To my surprise, Jill placed her hand on his thigh, and her long middle finger began to slowly trace a small circle on his jeans. By the time we parked in the drive-in it was almost dark, but there was a noticeable bulge in his jeans. His face was red hot with embarrassment, and he knew we could see he had boner by the light from the dashboard.

“Let’s get comfortable” I said, putting my right arm behind him. Jill did the same with her left arm and had a very devilish grin on her face. Our bodies had pinned his arms to the seat back, and we rested our free hands on his thighs. We continued to draw little circles on his thighs, moving a little closer to his crotch as his hard little cock throbbed in his jeans.

“Look Jill” I said with a smirk. “Rickey’s pants sure look tight.”

Jill leaned over to look at his crotch and he blushed even more. “You’re right, girl. That looks kind of uncomfortable to me. Is that uncomfortable, Rickey?” Jill asked in a husky voice. His face burned even brighter red when she moved her middle finger up to her mouth and gently sucked it. Jill then reached down slowly and undid the top of his jeans. “You need to loosen these” she said, smothering a laugh.

I hadn’t intended for things to go beyond teasing, but this was getting really interesting now. Rickey tried to move his arms but they were jammed tight between us and the seat. Then Jill slowly lowered his zipper down over the lump in his pants.

“Lift up, Rickey” Jill ordered.

“What… what are you doing?” he stuttered.

“Lift up” she snapped. Jill then gripped his balls through his jeans and he quickly lifted up so she could slide his jeans down. In front of us, the movie screen flickered and the cars around us were full of people watching the movie. Rickey could feel the cold night air across his crotch and he looked down in embarrassment, as we looked at his very hard little cock waving in the breeze. His arms were trapped, and his jeans and shorts were now down around his ankles, leaving us in control.

“Hmm, what do you think?” Jill asked, looking at his cock and then glancing at me. “I think it’s kind of average,” she said as she lightly traced his cock with her fingers. Then she surrounded it with her palm, making him jerk at the sudden soft contact of her warm hand.

“Now, Rickey,” she laughed. “Just relax. We’re just going to play with this little guy for a while.”

Her hand started to move up and down his cock and he trembled as I stared on in disbelief. I had only seen one other penis, and Rickey’s was nice looking. Not big, but really hard with a perfect little görükle escort helmet. After a few strokes Jill turned to me with an evil look and said, “And NO cumming until we say so, RICKEY. If you cum, we are LEAVING and you are not going with us”.

“Is that nice?” Jill asked him, switching her voice to a soft tone. I watched her move slowly up and down his hot little cock, and when he didn’t answer Jill stopped. His cock twitched in her hand and I thought he was going to cum right then, but he held back as his little butt squirmed on the vinyl seat.

I looked at him with a sly grin and whispered “Answer her Rickey. Jill asked you a question.”

“Yes” he gasped. “It’s nice.”

“Guess you don’t want to watch the movie then” Jill laughed and her hand began to slide slowly up and down his cock until he was balancing on the edge. He was seconds from spurting all over her hand when she suddenly stopped. “I wouldn’t mind watching the movie a little, what about you Rickey?” Jill whispered as we both smirked again at his contorted face. His breathing was ragged and his now bright red cock twitched as she firmly squeezed the base.

“Poor boy,” laughed Jill. “Were you close?” We ignored him for a moment while we commented on the movie. When I had the urge to join the fun, I turned a little more towards Rickey so my left hand could also reach his cock.

“Now” I said, “You’ll have to tell us who’s the best at this”. I lightly blew in his ear as my hand started to move up and down. He was gasping on the edge, and his hips started to rise after just a few strokes. I stopped and squeezed the base firmly like Jill did, to keep that little guy under control.

“Please don’t” he whimpered.

“Don’t what?” Jill asked innocently as she pushed her lower lip out mocking his whimpering plea.

“Don’t stop, please” he begged, his arms still pinned behind him as his entire body trembled. This was really fun now, making this poor boy tremble and beg for relief.

“I guess when you jerk off, you do it really fast, huh?” Jill smiled. “Well, do you?” she pressed when he didn’t answer.

“Yes” he said, his face burning in shame.

“Who do you think about when you jerk off?” I asked.

“Do you think about us when you jerk off?” Jill asked slyly.

“Yes” he said, almost crying and breathing heavily. We both laughed at how pathetic he sounded.

“How sweet” Jill whispered as she kissed the air by his other ear.

“Do you think about our legs?” Jill asked as she was lifting her skirt up, “or our pretty little panties?”. His eyes were glued to her long tanned legs and then her black lacy panties. He nodded slightly, his eyes pleading for more as he sucked air in through his nose.

“A leg man” I said as my fingers were sliding over his cock. He shuddered again, bursa elit escort now trying to hold his breath. I gripped the shaft firmly and started to slowly pull, spreading his leaking fluids around the tip with my thumb. He was really close now, and he whimpered and squirmed again. I moved down and squeezed firmly at the base again.

“Don’t you fucking come until we tell you, Rickey” Jill warned in her stern voice again.

“Have you had a hand job before, Rickey?” Jill whispered, now using a sweet tone. He slowly nodded and whimpered “just once”.

“Who did it?” I whispered in his ear.

“Jo Beth, the night time stock girl” he muttered, gritting his teeth as I released my firm grip at the base of his engorged little cock. “That slut, that’s why she gets all the overtime” I smirked, pulling my hand away as he continued to quiver on the edge again.

“You know” Jill announced, “I feel like a coke.”

“Me too” I said as I reached over and firmly flicked the head of Rickey’s hot little cock.

“Go get us one, Rickey” Jill said and we leaned forward so he could free his arms. His face was crimson and sweating, and he barely managed to tuck his throbbing cock back into his pants. It had to hurt by now, and I’m sure his little balls were ready to burst.

His body was still visibly trembling as he walked to the snack bar and somehow managed to buy two large cokes. As he started to walk back, Jill and I appeared and pulled him into the shadows next to the ladies toilets. We both pressed up against him and stroked his still hard cock through his jeans.

“Time to thank you for the cokes” Jill whispered as our hands brought him closer to relief, and she leaned in to kiss me. He watched as our heads tilted and our lips lightly touched. Then our eyes began to flutter, and we whimpered as our tongues entered each others mouth for the very first time.

“No” he groaned, “Not in my pants!”

Our hands moved faster and faster over his little denim encased hard-on, as Jill’s tongue circled around mine. He shuddered when I sucked Jill’s tongue into my mouth like a little penis, and groaned as he spurted into his pants. His hips jerked several times, his eyes rolled back and he almost fell to the ground. Jill and I smiled, took the cokes and stepped away to admire our handiwork. He was gasping for breath as we looked down to see a wet stain spreading across his jeans. We had coaxed a big load out of that poor boy.

“Thanks for the cokes Rickey” giggled Jill. “Too bad we have to leave now, because you didn’t wait for permission to cum.” Then I sarcastically added “Poor Rickey, now your pants are all wet” as I pushed my lower lip out. We looked at each other and we both busted out laughing as we walked arm in arm to my pick-up.

Just before we were out of sight, Jill turned and called over her shoulder in a sing song voice, “See you at work, Rickey”. He was still stunned, and glanced around to see if anyone had been watching. Then he ducked into the men’s toilets to clean himself up. It was the beginning of a great summer, and the start of my realization of how much I was into girls.

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She agreed to take me late at night, I had a surprise interview the following day. I had been going to her for four years and we had always been flirtatious with each other, in a playful way. She was about ten years my senior, very pretty, and sweet. Her strong hands always titillated me the way she would be tolerably rough the way she jerked my head around and pulled my hair when cutting and washing it.

Usually, she’d say something about how beautiful I was, followed by me saying I was thinking about going gay for her, or something silly like that. I did remember last time she cut my hair she actually kind of actually hit on me, so needless to say when I got to the salon and it was just me and her, there was some mild tension.

When she drew all the shades and locked the door my knees weakened and my pulse rose. She shampooed my hair thoroughly, telling me my body was amazing and if she was a guy she would fuck me senseless. I just laughed, but while she was rinsing, all bursa escort of the sudden I was soaked. Not necessarily just my pussy, but she had sprayed my whole body with the hot water.

“Oh, Jeez. My bad. We have a dryer, I’ll take care of you.” She stripped off my top and bra, then got on her knees and pulled off my sneakers, sweatpants, and underwear. She retreated to the back leaving me there totally exposed, and helpless as to what I should, and could, do. I heard a dryer start, and it relaxed me some, but I still had (almost) no idea where this was headed.

She came back and wrapped a towel around my hair, but she also covered my eyes with it and leaned my head back into the sink. Hot water again poured all over my body. I didn’t move. I hadn’t put my body, that does look custom built for sex, to its purpose for far too long and tonight I was hers. She began scrubbing me with some exfoliating body scrub that was gritty and felt fucking heavenly when she rubbed bursa ucuz escort my nipples with it. When she moved both of her hands to my pussy with it, I spread my legs wide and lifted my feet from the floor, clearing her for takeoff.

After she almost got me off with her hands and that scrub I was certainly buying later, she again sprayed me, but this time focused the shower nozzle on my thumping, bald pussy. Apparently, she intended to mop the floor later. I actually backed up, pushing myself up and into the fucking sink for her, it felt like this was how she was gonna make me come.

She stopped when I was almost there, and took me with her mouth, ravaging me with her pretty lips and tongue for a few minutes, She lapped at my pretty vulva like a dog that had found an ice cream cone, saying “Mmmm, so good,” before switching back to the hot water. When she turned the nozzle from shower to massage, I lost my fucking mind. I almost bursa elit escort fell out of the sink twice, before she pinned me to the wall, and tortured my clit and canal with the hot water cock for who knows how long. Time stopped having a meaning the second time she soaked me in the chair.

“I’ve wanted to do this to you every time I’ve washed your hair since you turned eighteen,” she said as she ran the impromptu sex device up and down over my engorged clit and puckering opening. As she pressed it against me, her tongue invaded my throat. It felt like a bear was searching my esophagus for honey.

“Oh my God! Don’t stop!” I screamed as I desperately tried to fuck the nozzle, rolling my hips and pushing my throbbing pussy into it. I made a mental note to stop by a bath showroom on the way home to check out their handheld shower tools.

As I began to turn into a puddle like the large one forming at her feet, my body began to convulse and quake. I cried in exquisite pleasure, some word that was new to me and I believe meant something to the tune of, “Holy fuck, I do believe I am going to explode right now.”

After I came so hard that I thought I may faint, she kissed me and said. “So, how short do you wanna go with your hair tonight, sweety?”

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Natalya and I had been dating for a little while, and I couldn’t believe how happy this girl made me. She is truly a wonderful person, I was in love.

One day, I was on my way to class when my phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey.”

“Where are you?”

Thinking this was a silly question because she knew where I was going, I answered anyway.

“On my way to class. Why?”

“Because I got out of class early and I was wondering if you wanted to swing by and…”

“Oh! So this is a booty call? You should think less of sex and…”

“You think of sex just as much as me! So, come back home, ’cause you know you want to.”

I really did, but I decided to play with her.

“I do not, and I’d be willing to put my money where my mouth is.”

“What?”

“I’m willing to bet that you can’t hold out longer than I can.”

“Oh really,” she said, laughing, “You got a deal. Now all we need is some parameters. How long are we goin’ for?”

“As long as it takes, first to cave wins; loser buys dinner.”

“Okay. You’re on; have a nice day!”

“You too, sweetie. Bye”

I hung up the phone wondering why I had even bet her. She is the sexiest woman alive!

Though the ‘bet’ started as something cute to spice things up, it became a very real competition. Everyday, I’d see her, and want to just lay her out where she stood, but didn’t. I’m sure she felt the same way. I’d see the way she looked at me when I liked my lips and the way she’d watch me move around the room. I don’t know what made us deny ourselves like that, but it lasted for a month.

When it comes to academics, Natalya and I are bursa sınırsız escort opposites, I loved English and Math, she did well in Social Studies and Science. So, we tutor each other. Midterms were coming up and as usual, we were helping each other as much as we could. I was helping her with Math.

“You commin’ over to tonight, right?” She asked, giving me this quick look that said she wasn’t talking about school. But, as quickly as it came, it was gone. So, I told myself I was just imagining things, that I just really needed some.

“Yeah, you still need help on those problems?”

“What? … Oh…Yeah…math. See you there.” She shot me that look again, and walked away.

Now am I mistaking, or did she just tell me to come over and not study with her? I sure hoped so! That night, I decided that I wanted to end the bet, I needed to end the bet, or I might have emploded. Before going, I put on a little ‘treat’, well, a big treat — a ten inch treat to be exact. Just incase I got the opportunity, I would be ready.

I walked over to her room and knocked on the door, books in hand. Nat answered the door, and my jaw dropped. She was wearing my favorite outfit, these little pink shorts and a matching tank top. It looked so sexy on her. I looked down then up, taking in her long legs (freshly shaven), round behind, thin waist, beautiful breasts.

I looked at her, sure I must have been melting at her door.

“A — Are you ready?”

“Oh yeah, I’m ready”

With that, she turned and walked to her desk — giving me a view of that bottom — and sat down, crossing her legs.

I walked in, telling myself that bursa üniversiteli escort I needed to maintain composure. I sat down, opened the book attempted to start the study session.

“What problems did you have trouble with? Baby, what probles? Natayla.”

I look up and she’s watching me like a piece of meat, biting the end of her pen, looking so good.

“Um, the one’s like number three.”

“Okay, these can be worked out easier if you think of them in terms of…”

She got up and walked around the desk to where I was sitting, and all I could do was watch as she sat on top of the desk in front of me, her legs on either side of me.

“I think its time for a break, don’t you?”

“Uh huh.”

“Good. Pick me up.”

As if by someone else’s control, I stood up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I picked her up and she motioned to the bed. I obediently brought her to the bed and laid her down. She pulled me down on top of her. And we started kissing. That one kiss opened a flood gate. Soon we were pulling and groping and rubbing. I wanted her so bad, I could taster her. I pushed a finger in her, and she moaned, holding me closer. I was shock by how wet she was.

“Did I do this to you, baby?” I asked, pushing deeper in.

“Yessss” she said through clenched teeth.

After a second, I pushed in a second, she was raking her nails down my back and moaning. I was beside myself watching her.

She reached down my body, and found my strap-on. When her hand wrapped around it, her eyes got wide, and she started ripping at my bursa anal yapan escort belt, my button, then my zipper. Soon, she had my pant open and half way down my legs. How she did that so fast, I will never know. I stepped back and out of my pants. I looked at her on that bed, hair spread out over the pillow, eyes pools of lust, legs open, waiting. I climbed back on top of her and started kissing her again. Soon, she was pulling my waist toward her.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want…you…to…ahhhh!”

I pressed her clit roughly.

“To what, baby?”

“I want you to fuck me! Now!”

I pressed the head just outside her hole.

“You sure?”

“Oooooo yes, baby. I want you now.”

I pushed just the head in and her eyes flew open. She looked me in my eye, the expression on her face so intense.

“More.” She nearly growled.

My plan was to go slow, tease her, but that didn’t work out. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I slammed it into her, giving her all I had. She screamed and wrapped her legs around me, locking me in. We worked in rhythm; in and out, over and over. I felt like I was floating. Natalya’s mother is half Spanish, and she spent her childhood in Spain. My favorite thing to hear when I’m with her is when she starts speaking Spanish. This time, I was blessed to hear to beautiful syllables.

We were in a frenzy. I could feel myself teetering on the edge, and I knew she was close too. I love watching her cum. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. This time was no exception, she held a little tighter and gave one last cry. I followed a second later. We floated above ourselves for a moment and came back down. When I opened my eyes, she was laying right there, looking beautiful.

“So, who won the bet?” She asked, laughing.

“I think we both did, cause that was amazing.” I said, spent.

We fell asleep like that, tangled into each other. We woke up in the night and did it again, each time as good as the last.

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*

I am so wet. I feel like a fountain has just erupted from my pussy. Hannah was slowly kissing down my body. “I can’t believe we are doing this.” She responded with “Believe it Baby!” before she sunk her face into my hot pussy.

I woke up panting and sweating. My pussy was wet and my hand was tucked inside it. Oh my God, I just had a sex dream with my best friend. I’ve never really looked at her like that before but now I am getting wet again just thinking about her. What is wrong with me? I can’t do this; my best friend can’t turn me on!

I was so wrapped up in my own head as I walked towards the bathroom that I didn’t even pay attention to my Mom talking to me. I almost tripped over the laundry basket in the middle of the hallway. My Mom laughed and asked what was going on with me. I just shrugged and told her I was tired. God, I could never tell her what was really going on. My Mom and I are close but not that close. I quickly ran into the bathroom leaving my Mom still laughing in the hallway. I felt like I was going to loose it.

I jumped into the warm shower and tried to relax. I was still so horny and couldn’t get the image of my dream out of my head. I decided I should masturbate and release all the built up tension. I was so turned on that I filled my hand with hot cum in seconds. I finished my shower and got ready for work. I then became worried that I would have to spend the day with Hannah at work. How was I going to look at her ever again without wanting to jump her? This was going to be a long day.

I got in my car and began the 15-minute drive to work. My cell chirped and I knew it was Hannah. She always calls me before work and we chat while we drive. I took a deep breath and said “Hello?” I heard that familiar laugh mixed with “What do you mean hello? Frani you better know who this is!” She was the only one who called me Frani. I loved it. I laughed it off and said of course. She picked up that something was wrong and began to try to pry it out of me. I assured her that I was just tired, which is becoming my common lie today. She was really talkative and I was glad. I wasn’t really listening to what she was saying, instead I was thinking of how sexy her voice sounded. “Stop! You are doing it again!” I said to myself. I tried to relax by taking some deep breaths as I pulled into my space. “Time to start the day Baby girl!” I quivered just hearing her say that. We hung up and I took a few deep breaths before getting out of the car.

God, she was beautiful! She was dressed in sexy skirt that hit about mid-thigh. Her legs were so long and slender. Her top was fitted to her body and showed off her beautiful breasts. I knew she was a 34B but never noticed how beautiful they were. Her hair was styled in a light wave with her face framed in shiny blonde hair. She was normally around 5’4 but had 3 inch heels on that made her legs look even better. I wanted to taste her right there in the parking lot. I got a hold of myself and gave a big smile. I had to act as normally as possible.

She looked me up and down and said, “Wow Hun, you look good today!” Why is she torturing me like this? Has she always been this flirty with me or am I taking it the wrong way. “Good to know” was all I could get out. I had to find a way to keep away from her. bursa escort I was racking my brain and didn’t even remember that I had the keys to the store. She laughed the way my Mom had earlier and asked if I was with it today. I nodded and unlocked the door. “How about you work out front today and I will focus on the paper work in the office. Sound good?” She gave me a look but agreed. Normally we both work out front even when the store is empty. We just spend the day chatting. Today, I don’t think I could handle it. I quickly walked to the office and closed the door.

I busied myself with boring paperwork as much as I could. I could see out into the front of the store. I couldn’t help but watch Hannah move around the store fixing the clothing displays. I could see her round, perfect ass. I was just going nuts in my chair. I could feel I was really wet again. I looked at the clock and realized a few hours had passed. We would be closing for lunch soon and I had to get some kind of release. I went into the bathroom to masturbate before having to go to lunch with Hannah. If I didn’t, I could never sit through lunch with her sitting before me.

Without me knowing, Hannah had decided to close for lunch early. She went to the office to find me but saw it was empty. I guess she assumed I was in the bathroom and came right it. I forgot to lock the door. There I was naked from the waist down with my legs spread on the loveseat in the bathroom. My hand was vigorously moving around my clit as I was approaching orgasm. I didn’t even know she was there until I heard her gasp. I looked up and saw her standing in the doorway with her mouth wide open. I just froze.

She started to smile and said, “Well miss Frani, don’t stop because of me.” I can’t believe she wants me to continue. I still hadn’t moved and just stared at her, not sure what I should do. “Keep going! I’ve always wanted to watch a girl get herself off.” Was I dreaming again? Could this really be happening? I slowly started to move my hand again but never taking my eyes off of her. She told me to close my eyes and I obeyed. Just knowing she was watching was making me hot. I could feel myself getting wet again and was starting to get into it. I pushed my shirt up and pulled my breast out of my bra. In some way I almost forgot she was there and began to pinch my nipple. I heard a moan and realized again that I wasn’t alone. I looked up and saw Hannah With her hand down her skirt and her head flipped back. I got hotter.

“Mmmmm. Ohhh Hannah” I moaned her name by accident but I was so turned on I didn’t even care. I was still working my clit and grabbing my breast. I suddenly felt a warm mouth over my nipple. My eyes flew open to see Hannah kneeling next to me with my nipple being sucked into her mouth and her hand still down her skirt.

“Mmmm. OOOHH!!” I yelled as she bit my nipple, but not in pain but extreme pleasure. I looked over to see Hannah taking her shirt and bra off. He beautiful breasts bounced free and I just had to touch them. I took her breast into my hand and played with her nipple. She groaned in pleasure and whispered my name.

I jumped as I felt her slide a finger into my dripping wet pussy. There was no fighting it, as it felt so good! I surprised myself by screaming out “OH Baby, fuck my pussy! Shove those fingers in me!” She pushed a second escort bursa finger in and fucked me faster and faster.

“OOOOOHHH YES!! OH GOD! OOOOOHHHHHHHH!!” I screamed as cum shot all over Hannah’s arm and my orgasm ripped through my body. I lay there still quivering from my amazing orgasm. I gave a smile and just sighed. I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

I heard Hannah get up and say “Damn Frani, that was a big orgasm.”

“Because of you. You make me so hot.” I heard myself but it didn’t even register that I had really said it. I was still bathing in the how great that orgasm had felt. I heard that familiar sound of clothing dropping to the floor and opened my eyes. There stood Hannah, completely naked and all I could do was gasp. Her body was sexier then I had even imagined.

Hannah kneeled in front of the couch and smiled. She whispered, “Sit up and face me.” I did as she said starting to wonder what she was going to do. She continued to whisper, “Frani, you are so sexy. Your body is amazing.” She lifted my shirt above my head and took off my bra. My other breast bounced as it was freed. She cupped them in her hands and slowly licked my nipples.

“Mmmmm. Hannah, I’ve wanted you all day! Every move you made got me so hot. OHHH. Oh wow, that is so good!”

She smiled at me before spreading my legs open. I felt a wave of wetness drip out of my pussy. She hovered her face just above it and gently blew on my clit. I jerked in response and let out a loud moan, “OHHH! Please! I want you so bad!!”

She just continued blowing before slowly separating my pussy lips with her tongue. She worked it into my slit. Her mouth filled with cum from my last orgasm.

She pulled her head out and chirped, “You taste amazing! Your cum is so sweet I just want to eat you all up!”

With that she dove back in and moved her tongue deeper inside my cunt. She began fucking me with her tongue. Moving it in faster and deeper while swirling it all around. I let out a scream, “OOOHHH! OHH Baby! OHH GOD! PLEASE!” I begged her while as I tried to move my hips towards her face. I wanted her mouth on my clit so bad. She gave in and took my bulging clit into her mouth while inserting two fingers into my pussy. I was so wet and full of cum they went right in.

I begged her again. “FASTER! HARDER! OHH P-PLEASE! I want it more!!” She did as I asked and sucked on my clit as much as she could. Her fingers pounded inside me like they wanted to barrel through. I could feel my orgasm coming up fast and knew I was ready to explode.

“It’s coming. I’M CUMING! I’M CUUUUUMIIIINNNNGGGG!!” With that I covered her face in cum as it squirted from my twitching pussy. She lapped it up and swallowed every last drop.

I tried to catch my breath as she moved up my body and kissed me. I tasted my juices for the first time on her lips. It really was sweet and so was her mouth. Her full, soft lips finally touching mine. This is what I had been thinking of all day and I still wondered if I was dreaming. She looked me in the eyes and said, “We have the store to ourselves for the next hour, want to keep going?” My dream was now reality. I had such a craving to taste her pussy. I wanted it more then I ever wanted anything. I reached down to feel her pussy. It was so warm and wet. I slipped a finger inside and she moaned. I whispered, bursa escort bayan “Oh yeah but now, it is your turn. Sit on the couch, I want your pussy!”

She giggled and I could see the excitement on her face. She quickly took a seat on the couch as I moved to the floor. I returned my finger to her pussy only this time inserting two into her wet cunt. She moaned and thrust her hips against my hand. I knew she wanted it deeper so I shoved them in as deep as they would go.

“OOHH!” she screamed as I rubbed that ever so sensitive spot inside her hole. I removed my fingers and replaced them with my tongue. She moved her hips against my face forcing my tongue deeper. She tasted heavenly. She was so creamy and sweet. I could eat her all day. I couldn’t wait for her to cum to get a nice mouthful.

I licked up and down her slit and then fucked her with my tongue again. She was wiggling around on the couch moaning. She screamed, “FUCK ME FRANI! FUCK ME HARDER!” I obliged and moved my mouth to her clit and replaced my tongue with my two fingers. I sucked her protruding clit into my mouth and flicked it around with my tongue.

“OHHHHHHHH! AHHH! OOOHHHH YES!!” she yelled through the bathroom. I could tell she was already getting close so I kicked it into full swing. I shoved a third finger into her soaked pussy as I nibbled her clit. This sent her over the edge and she wailed, “OHH GOD FRANI!! I’M CUMING! OH GOD I AM CUMING! FFFFUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!” I loved hearing her dirty talk as she shot cum into my mouth filling it with the sweet juice. Her pussy contracted against my fingers deep inside her. I swallowed and licked up all her cum as she did for me. I wanted every last drop. I removed my fingers and sucked them dry. She tasted so good!

I moved onto the couch next to her and we cuddled as we kissed. We held this position for a while just pressed against each other. Hannah finally broke the silence and said, “We should get cleaned up. We have to re open the store in a few minutes.” I knew she was right but I didn’t want this to end and told her so.

She laughed and said, “Who said it had to end? There is no way we aren’t doing this again!” I smiled and kissed her again. Then I remembered that I had the house to myself tonight since my parents were going out and wouldn’t be back until morning. I jumped up from the couch and said, “Then you are coming to my house after work. The house will be empty and we can do whatever we want all night.”

She giggled and squealed, “OOH so I get to taste that sweet pussy again!” She did just that at my house that night. We both had so many orgasms that we just passed out naked on my bed.

I awoke the next morning with her hand around my pussy. She grinned and said, “YAY! You’re awake. Spread those legs and give me some cum!” I did as she asked as she plunged two fingers deep inside me.

I loudly moaned, “MMMMMMMM! OHH YES BABY!”

With that, we became lovers but still best friends. Who better to explore your sexuality then your best friend? We had sex at work, at my house and hers. Once, we even did it in the car. We wanted each other so much that we totally lost interest in guys. We introduced vibrators and dildos into our sessions.

We crave each other’s pussy when we are not together. A few months after the first hook up, we moved into a two-bedroom apartment together. The second bedroom just held my clothes and stuff, but I never slept in there. We always slept together in her room so we could have each other whenever we wanted.

No one knows of our affair. Well, now you do. Want to come join?

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A figure was sitting on a leather chair watching multiple screens. The screens showed a busty blonde woman dressed in red tight spandex, red boots and white cape. She was wearing a red mask that covered her upper face.

“Those piercing blue eyes. What a body. You bitch, your time will come soon,” the woman commented. The last 5 years had been Hell for Tatiana Cunt, known in the underworld as the Baroness. A tall 42 year old woman with short black hair, black eyes, full lips, tanned tight body, muscular ass, huge round boobs and sensual curved hips, she was the most cunning villain in the city. She always took whatever she liked. Her voice was sensual with a thick accent. She always dressed in tight leather pants or short skirts.

She was a decadent bitch ready to seek pleasure from men and women. Especially women. The men broke easy after a few minutes of intense sex but the pleasure that women could provide was something arousing for her. She liked to seduce and fuck women of power, bitches like her. On her huge bed many of them, their bodies glimmering from sweat or their faces buried in her pussy, declared their sexual surrender screaming in pleasure, becoming sextoys for the Baroness. But now that was a thing of the past; her gaze, her lust, her vengeance was set upon this mysterious opponent. How she wanted to squeeze those milk bags of hers, lock her pussy with her own, make her scream, transform her, humiliate her from a powerful superheroine to her sexual slave.

Every job she tried to do the blonde bitch that called herself Lady Comet stood in her way, especially where the job involved diamonds and works of art. Her underground business was sinking. All these years the Baroness gained lots of money, gold and diamonds by stealing them. She was untouchable, till 5 years ago Lady Comet appeared out of thin air. A woman enhanced with superhuman abilities, she could fly, she could bend the strongest metal, she was bulletproof and she was the one responsible for sending to prison many of Tatiana’s associates.

From pure luck Tatiana herself wasn’t behind bars. The Baroness was a well respected powerful aristocrat in the city of Cronum. She made lots of donations to the city. Even the mayor was so impressed with her that proposed her to run for the elections and become the head of the city. An interesting proposal but other urgent matters took her money and time – like finding the woman behind the mask, her identity, and how she possessed that kind of powers.

The Baroness once came face to face with this woman and she barely escaped. Her strongest bodyguards and mercenaries couldn’t stop the superheroine. Although she knew how to fight as an expert in martial arts she couldn’t match Lady Comet’s speed and strength. Not to mention that Comet could have burned her alive thanks to those beams of red energy that the superheroine could produce from her eyes and hands.

She dedicated her vast resources to learn about her enemy and after many fruitless efforts she had results. Underground her mansion demented scientists that were freed from heavily guarded prison were working night and day in her labs to find how the power of Comet could be neutralized or countered with equal force. High tech surveillance equipment and super computers analyzed the superheroine’s way of fighting and tried to detect her true identity and her refuge.

One scientist dressed in a lab coat and one bodyguard stood behind her.

“Mistress, we have answers.” The bodyguard said.

“Finally, just when I thought that I have been throwing money and time in the dumpster all of these years! Speak, and be careful not to waste my time again!” The baroness replied with a cold voice.

“We have managed to identify the woman behind the mask and not only that, we have tracked down her current place of residence. The doctor here has made a breakthrough regarding Comet’s superhuman abilities and how to counter them,” the bodyguard said with a hesitant voice and nodded to the scientist to speak.

“Baroness, after very careful observation of Comet’s abilities we’ve managed to compose a liquid substance, a formula from a single hair we found at the place of your last encounter with Lady Comet, which could alter your physiology and give you extraordinary strength bursa escort but we can’t be sure about other abilities that you’ll gain and if your body could withstand the transformation. There are an unknown number of side effects. We are still long way from the final completion as we need more tests,” the scientist said in a calm skeptical voice.

The Baroness’ mind was racing. She couldn’t hide her enthusiasm at the news. She turned and looked at the two men as a wicked smile formed in her beautiful face.

“Finally, yes, I want to see that slut’s unmasked face as she realizes that her days as the most powerful woman in town are over. No more tests. I’ll test it myself; every day that the blonde bitch is sticking her nose in my business makes me crazy. She costs me lot of money not to mention my reputation in certain circles. Some of my associates think that I’m afraid of her, but no more. If she wants to play we’ll play but on my own terms.”

“But we’re months away from any permanent results, there is a danger…” the scientist tried to protest but the Baroness cut him off.

“Enough! My decision is final. Make the necessary preparations. I never feared anyone or anything. Risk is a part of the game and this time I’ll go all in.” The Baroness spoke as she stood up and went to her chambers, the whole anticipation to learn who Comet was, how this formula would alter her, what abilities she would gain made her feel aroused. She needed to release her tension and prepare herself for the things to come.

Some miles away deep in the large forest north of the city stood a large isolated wooden cabin. That was the house, the refuge of the 25 year old Sarah Jones. At day she was just a secretary in a large shipping company. At night she was transformed to the protector of the weak, the defender of justice the mighty Lady Comet.

The city of Cronum was a dangerous place for someone to live in. Although the law enforcement agencies did their best, the criminal activity was unstoppable. Corruption, thieves, criminals, drugs and many more were casting their shadow upon this once peaceful and beautiful city. Everything changed 5 years ago when one night Sarah slept and woke up in the morning feeling revitalized, reborn. She realized that something was very different when the same morning she opened her front door and the door was ripped apart from its hinges. She also realized that the sense of smell, eyesight, and hearing improved in such a rate that she almost felt dizzy from how her brain and senses were analyzing every detail of the environment around her. Her gaze could see through walls.

She also found that her speed was increased exponentially. She couldn’t go jogging anymore as she was very fast. Her body transformed too. Her breasts became bigger, her hips and legs got toned, she had the body of an athlete. Her two last abilities were levitation and the small energy beams that she could produce from her eyes and hands when she was focused enough. She almost burned down her previous house.

As the months passed slowly she started to control those new found abilities. But she had to keep her distance for a while from her friends and family as they would notice her sudden changes. She got a job as a secretary in a large shipping company and the money was good. She decided to buy an isolated cabin where she could use it to master her new abilities away from unwanted attention. The questions that filled her mind were many. How all this happened? Why? Was she in danger from all these changes? Should she seek medical attention? Then the picture of her in a hospital bed with scientists all around poking her with needles made the hairs in the back of her neck to stand up. She rejected that thought immediately. Is there anyone else like her? What would she do?

As the days passed she found out by reading the newspapers and watching the news that a phenomenon occurred the night that she was sleeping, a comet that made a pass every two hundred years very close to the planet. But the weird thing was that this particular comet covered the entire atmosphere of the planet for half an hour with a silver glow that caused many people to feel dizzy or faint. Was that the answer she was looking for?

Then she read the other news that was, as always, dire. Murders, thefts street gangs and other criminal activity. The once quiet city of Cronum was the capital of major crime, nobody was safe. An idea started to form in her mind, something risky and dangerous. She remembered all these comic books that she read in her younger age and decided to follow the example. She created her own outfit in the colour she always liked and a mask so that nobody could identify her. She decided take the name of what she thought was the main cause of her condition, Lady Comet. She created an insignia to the center of her suit with a flaming comet in a white circle.

In the day she was an attractive blonde secretary, a teaser with long legs, an object of desire for her colleagues and her bosses but at night she transformed to an unstoppable escort bursa force of justice, a defender of the weak, patrolling the dark alleys and the streets of the city tracking down thugs and criminals. She used her super hearing to listen the communications of the law enforcement agencies so she could be the first in the scene of the crime. When the police arrived in the scene they found the criminals in question unconscious, the witnesses talked about the woman in red, a vigilante that came from the sky and saved them.

Her reputation spread wide across the city and soon everybody knew about the famous Lady Comet. Many debates started about her identity and especially her superhuman abilities. Even the military got involved. At first they thought of her as an alien. The police tried to hunt her down, but the citizens of Cronum rebelled as the crime rates started to fall. After a lot of thought the heads of the city decided to look the other way as they started to get results and the elections were near.

The crime lords of the city put a bounty on her head. She learned that she was also bulletproof as the bullets couldn’t penetrate her skin. Soon Lady Comet exposed every criminal lord and their underground enterprises. The streets were almost safe. Almost. There was a person that nobody wanted to talk about and few saw her up close. She was called Baroness, the information about her was very little as nobody wanted to talk about this cunning perverted woman. Everyone was terrified of her. Comet almost caught her, as she was trying to steal a very expensive diamond. A tall woman dressed in black and wearing a full mask tried to face her but she was no match for Comet. She would have caught her when her armed thugs appeared with heavy firepower and draw her attention.

For those few seconds she recalled the encounter with this woman that called herself Baroness and remembered some details. Her thick accent as she introduced herself, her perfume of exotic flowers, how her full body tight black uniform stretched in her curved body and her huge breasts. For a moment she had the impression that the Baroness licked her lips and she was checking her body, not to mention that she tried to touch Lady Comet’s ass before her fist landed in the villain’s jaw.

But there were something that made Sarah frustrated, angry and sad. Her abilities had disadvantages. She caught herself wondering sometimes if all these were a blessing or a curse. She was a 25 year old woman that lived in isolation. She couldn’t enjoy her life as other women of her age and the most important thing, she was afraid to have sex. She almost broke the pelvis of her lust boyfriend as during sex she was riding him and in her ecstasy lost her control. She tried to calm the fire that was raging between her thighs with dildos and fingers but there was no satisfaction for her. She needed her naked body to make contact with another one to feel the pleasure and the excitement of sex.

It was afternoon and Sarah was preparing to have a shower when someone knocked her door.

“Who could it be and why haven’t I heard footsteps? The only close neighbors there are a couple miles away and they come to their cabin only in summer. My family knows my place but always call before they visit,” Sarah thought.

She put on her robe and scanned through the door. A woman was standing behind her door but for some reason her sight couldn’t make any other details. “Strange”, she thought and opened the door. Her eyes took in the scene. There was a tall very attractive woman with short cut hair, around the age of forty, dressed with a full leather tight black uniform with a zipper in her neck and knee high black spiked boots. After noticing her incredible body and the huge breasts, Sarah locked eyes with the woman.

“Good afternoon, is this the place of Sarah Jones?” the woman asked politely with thick foreign accent.

“Well, yes! How may I help you?” Sarah replied with a little unease in her voice, her senses warned her about this person

“Oh! I’m very happy to finally meet you. I’m looking for you for a long time Miss Jones. You caused me a lot of problems during the last five years.”

“Excuse me, and you are? ” Sarah cut her off, her unease increasing. Something was bothering her but she couldn’t make out what.

“How impolite from me, where are my manners. I’m Tatiana Cunt but you might know me as the Baroness, Lady Comet.

Sarah’s surprise was such that cost her valuable seconds to react as two things happened instantly. Baroness grabbed her from her robe and kissed her, as their lips met for an instant the Baroness’ tongue lashed out and touched her own. The power inside Comet stared. Her entire body trembled as an electric current passed through her, her shock grew even bigger when a punch landed on her jaw. Her last thoughts before she flew crushing to the far wall were, “The perfume, the thick accent, the huge breasts, how did I miss all that?”

What Sarah could not have known was that The Baroness had injected herself five days bursa escort bayan ago with the formula under the protests of her scientist and the frightened eyes of her bodyguards. She gave strict orders in case something went wrong to transfer all of her assets to her sister with the note that she would be obligated to avenge her demise and the person responsible. She also ordered Comet’s picture and true identity to be sent to every criminal of the city along with the newspapers. But first she wanted to meet with her up close. She was staring at the picture of the beautiful woman under the mask.

“So you Sarah Jones are the famous Lady Comet, damn it, a fucking secretary is the reason that I am in this shitty situation. So sit tight in your isolated cabin, nobody will hear your screams, bitch. You’re quite a catch, I must admit, I might play with you a little before I end you,” the Baroness thought as the fluid run through her veins. The first two days her entire body was burning, she trembled, she was full of sweat, she couldn’t move, when finally she fainted. The third day she opened her eyes.

“Mistress are you ok? You had us worried,” her bodyguard said as four scientists ran to her bed and started to check her readings.

“Get off me now!” the Baroness screamed as she stood up. Everyone in the room stepped back in fear. Her naked body had a faint purple glow. She went to her bedroom wall and punched it. Her fist penetrated the concrete wall like a paper. She turned her intense gaze to the people in the room. “Leave now,” she whispered. The last two days she spent testing her powers which in her disappointment were only three. Her supernatural strength and her speed and the way she was looking at the environment around her, like she was watching through the life force of people, animals and even plants. Nobody could explain that. This sight would appear suddenly and then return to normal. There was no super hearing, she couldn’t levitate or call forth energy beams. A mystery for herself and her scientists was the faint purple glow that appeared a few times and nobody could explain.

One side effect was that her sexual urges were intensified in such a rate that she could barely control them. She fucked men and women in such numbers and intensity that all of her sexual partners couldn’t take anymore, she played with herself and with her huge dildos but her satisfaction was little. She was always close to an orgasm without achieving it, she felt like she was trying to stop a tsunami. Her pussy always burned with need, her nipples were hard as rock, although despite all these things, her determination and lust for vengeance against Lady Comet overcame these side effects. She felt revitalized and ready for the fight. She started walking from her Villa and when there was nobody around she began running with supernatural speed in the woods towards the isolated cabin of Lady Comet.

When she approached the cabin her sexual urges became suddenly so intense that she was on the edge of losing every control. She could barely walk.

“Damn it! I must do this.” She said to herself and after taking some long breaths she managed to put her sexual need under control. When she knocked at the door and a beautiful blonde dressed in a short white robe opened it she was impressed. She calmed her voice and introduced herself. The expression in Lady Comet’s face when she told her that she knew her true identity surprised and shocked the blonde woman, and that was the time the Baroness needed to act. Then her suppressed sexual tension came to surface once more and pushed her to kiss Lady Comet. When their lips met and their tongues touched for a brief moment, her entire body arched in pleasure, she felt supercharged, it was like something entered her with the kiss and filled her, it was like a small orgasm, a taste of sexual bliss but it was so short. She came back to her senses and immediately punched the confused blonde heroine as hard as she could and with satisfaction saw her body flying to the other side of the house and crashing into a wall.

Lady Comet took a moment to stand up. She looked behind her at the cracked wooden wall. Then she turned her gaze upon the arch villain. Her blue eyes were burning with hatred. The Baroness’ body started to glow in a purple light.

“You demented bitch, what have you done? Where did you find this kind of strength?” Comet asked in a voice full of rage.

“Well it’s simple Lady Whore, first I couldn’t allow you to stick your nose into my business and second I wanted what you have and when I want something I just take it. Now you’ll pay for what you’ve done to me. I might show you some mercy in the end and just fuck you for a while before I end the legend of the Lady Slut,” the Baroness replied in a mocking voice.

“I’ll give you one more chance to surrender or you will feel my wrath. Whatever you’ve done you’re no match for me, soon you’ll be under chains in the deepest hole and you’ll beg for the light of day. You’re just a petty criminal with dreams of grandeur,” Lady Comet said as she ripped off her robe and called forth her power. Now her eyes and her naked body were glowing with the power that the comet bestowed upon her. She extended her glowing fists as she prepared to use her power to end the villainess once and for all.

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Saturday morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains. Lisa rolled over and reached out for Judy. Her hand found only empty sheets. As ever her lover was up and about. Lisa wished she’d stay in bed awhile. Sometimes the early morning cuddles were the best. She rolled over and winced as the bruises on her buttocks reminded her of how extreme last night had been. She smiled to herself, she’d passed the test, she was now officially Judy’s. Reaching to her throat she fingered the collar that was still there. Last night, while they were undressing, Lisa had spent some time in front of the mirror. She loved the feel of it; she loved the look of it against her neck. White was so much more feminine than the dark brown or black of Christine and Sally’s collars. Wearing it made her feel like a little girl, Judy’s little girl. Drowsy and still half asleep she was just rolling over for five more minutes when Judy appeared at the door with a breakfast tray.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. How are you today? How’s that pretty little bottom of yours?” Accepting a cup of coffee and a plate of toast Lisa scooted over to make room for Judy to get in beside her. Over breakfast they discussed plans for the day, shops they needed to visit, places they needed to go.

“Enough chat. It’s time for action.” Judy wiped away the last few toast crumbs with a serviette and got out of bed. “Come on, it’s shower time. Let me get that collar and chain off you.”

“Judy?”

“Yes, pet.”

“Can I keep the chain?” Lisa played with the medallion that hung from her waist.

“If you want. Here’s the key.”

“No, I don’t mean like that. I’d like to keep it on me, always.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’ve thought it through. I can tuck the end in my knickers when we’re not playing. Nobody but you and I would know. Please, I really want to.”

“I’d be delighted if you kept it.” Judy got back onto the bed and kissed Lisa, long and hard. “You’re my very special girl. I love you lots and lots and I’m honoured that you want to wear my chain. Thank you. But we had better remove that collar. Much as I think you look sweet with it on, it would raise a few eyebrows around town.”

Judy gave Lisa one last kiss and unlocked the collar. She took it to her dressing table and put it away. The key to the padlock that held Lisa’s chain glinted in her hand. She was just about to put it in her jewellery box when a thought struck her. If Lisa was keeping the chain then the key should stay with her. She threaded it onto her key ring. It looked a bit out of place beside her house keys but that was fine. It was her half of the bargain and she’d carry it always. As she got up from the dressing table she noticed Lisa still under the covers.

“Come on, lazy bones! Up and at em! If you don’t hurry you’ll be showering alone.” Lisa couldn’t ignore a threat like that so she jumped out of bed and followed Judy into the en suite.

A week or so later Lisa and Judy were spending the evening in front of the television when the phone went. Judy answered it but soon passed it over to Lisa.

“Hello … Hi! Babes! Wow! How are you? … Yes, I got the job and I’m settled here in Bristol … When? Next weekend? Hang on a min. I’ll just check.” Lisa turned to Judy.

“It’s Abebi, a friend of mine from college. She’s visiting Bristol next weekend, can she come and stay? Please?”

“Of course, it will be nice to meet some of your friends for a change. We can put her in the spare room.”

“Babes, it’s fine. I’ll give you the address.” Lisa finalised arrangements and put the phone down. “Wow! I haven’t seen Babes since we graduated. She’s living in Cambridge now doing post-graduate work. She always was a bit of a swot. I’m really looking forward to seeing her.”

“Abebi, that’s an interesting name. Where does she get it from?”

“Oh her family is from Ghana. They emigrated here in the sixties. I just call her Babes.”

“So I gathered. Lisa?” Judy was suddenly serious, “how much do you want her to know? About us I mean. I realise she’s your friend and all, but coming out isn’t always easy. If you want to keep our relationship quiet I’ll understand. I can be a landlady for the weekend.”

Lisa was dumbstruck. She hadn’t thought of that. On the one hand she had never kept any secrets from Babes, they’d been close all through three years of college. It would also be almost a betrayal of Judy, to deny their love, to hide it away. On the other hand she wasn’t sure what Babes would think. Sure, she was pretty open-minded but this was major. Lisa was racked by indecision.

“Can we just play it by ear? I mean, I really don’t know. I’m not sure what I want to do.”

“Of course we can. Come here.” Lisa came over and, led by Judy, snuggled down on her lap. “Coming out is a big step, even to your closest friends. I do understand, after all, I’ve been there myself.”

Lisa rested her head on Judy’s shoulder as Judy stroked her hair. This felt so right, so natural, so easy that it would be wrong to deny it, but what if Abebi didn’t understand? What if it ruined their friendship? bursa escort What if… What if…

“We’ll have to make the bed up in your old room as well. That way all the options are open.” As ever Judy was being practical. Lisa thought about sleeping alone again. She’d got used to having Judy’s body next to hers, to having kisses and cuddles on tap. When a recent business trip had kept Judy away for the night the bed had felt empty and lonely. Still, she’d have to take it one day at a time.

Abebi was due to arrive on Saturday morning. The night before Judy and Lisa had gone to Charlotte’s and Lisa, having lost the ‘lottery’, had received twelve strokes of the cane from Sally, who had won. However, she was used to getting up on Saturday morning with marks from the night before and thought nothing of it. Similarly tucking the medallion in her panties was becoming second nature to her, an everyday part of getting dressed. After all she only let it hang when Judy demanded it.

Around eleven a taxi pulled up outside and Abebi got out. Judy watched from the study window as Lisa, who had been waiting and watching, rushed down the drive to meet her. Abebi was tall and slim with dark ebony skin. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight tee shirt that showed off her figure. It was Judy’s turn to feel a stab of jealousy. What would Lisa want with an old bat like her when she had such beautiful friends of her own age? She went out into the hall to greet her guest.

Over a light lunch the three women chatted together, or at least Lisa and Abebi did. Judy could hardly get a word in edgeways and felt left out as the two girls discussed plans for the afternoon.

“Come on, Lisa, a big town like this must have plenty of good arcades. I need a new top. Let’s shop till we drop.”

Judy offered to drive them into town but declined to come with them. “Two’s company,” she said ruefully. “You pair go and shop. I’ve got plenty to do on my own.”

Lisa had forgotten how much fun it was shopping with Babes. Shoes, skirts, dresses, tops, everything was considered and usually discarded. Eventually Abebi found a top she liked, but on the way to the changing room grabbed a dress off the racks.

“Come on, Lisa, try this on. It will look great on you.”

The two of them crammed into the cubicle. As Abebi peeled off her tee shirt Lisa was reminded just how beautiful her breasts were. Not large, but high and firm. Too soon Abebi pulled the new top over her head.

“What do you think? Not bad, eh?”

“You look great, but practically anything looks good on you.”

“Umm, flattery will get you everywhere.” Abebi purred. “Come on, try that dress on.”

Lisa undid the top of her jeans and started to push them down. As she bent forward she was giving Abebi a full view of her bottom.

“Sheesh, girl! What happened here?”

Too late Lisa realised the skimpy cotton briefs she had on would do little to cover the marks Sally had left on her. Flustered she stood back up.

“Look, it’s a long story, not here, I’ll tell you when we get back. Ok?”

“Looks nasty. How on earth did that happen?”

“Please, when we get home. I promise I’ll tell you then.”

“You better had, girl, I want the full story.”

“I promise, when we get home, Ok?”

This threw a bit of a cloud over the rest of the shopping. Lisa was too nervous about what she was going to tell Abebi to relax and enjoy it. Abebi was concerned about what, or who, had been hurting her friend. The secret stood between them like a wall, the intimacy had gone. They only went to a couple more shops before they had had enough so they caught the bus back to Judy’s.

When they arrived they went up to Lisa’s room. Dumping her bags on the floor Abebi threw herself on the bed.

“Come on, girl, we’re home now, what’s the story? I can tell when you’re hiding something.”

Lisa just stood there. She was tired of lying, she had to tell someone and if she trusted anyone apart from Judy it would have to be Abebi.

“It’s Judy.” She said at last.

“Judy did that to you?”

“Yes, well no, look, it’s difficult…” Oh well, Lisa thought to herself, it’s now or never. “Judy and I are lovers.”

“She’s your lover and she does that to you? I don’t understand.”

“Please, just listen and I’ll try and explain.” Lisa lay down on the bed beside Abebi. Slowly at first, but with building confidence as she got into the story, Lisa told her nearly everything. She explained that playtime was playtime but otherwise Judy was kind and gentle. How much they cared for each other and how Judy may cane her but it was completely consensual. Despite her openness she still wasn’t ready to explain that it had been Sally, not Judy who had left the marks.

“So, are you shocked? She said at last.

“Shocked! I’m amazed! Three long years I tried to get into those cute little panties of yours but Miss Prim and Proper wasn’t having any. You move down here and within six months you’re involved in a full-blown affair with another woman with plenty of S and M on the side. What’s up, girl? Wasn’t bursa escort bayan I good enough for you?”

“Oh, Babes. I never realised you felt that way. I thought we were just friends. You should have told me you wanted me like that.” She lay down on the bed next to Abebi and kissed her gently. “Please say we’re still friends.”

“Of course, silly. If you’re happy with her then that’s good enough for me. But your poor bottom, let me have a look at it.”

Lisa lay on her back, undid the top of her jeans and started to push them down. As she did so her thumbs caught her panties. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound, and this was not the time to be shy. She slid jeans, panties and socks off together and kicked them over the edge of the bed. The medallion, freed from her panties, lay on her belly.

“What’s this?” Abebi took the medallion and studied it closely.

“A present. A present from Judy.”

“So I see.” Abebi dropped the medallion and it rolled to the end of its chain, resting at the top of Lisa labia.

“So Judy’s heart lies next to your cunt. Very symbolic. Now roll over and let me see your bottom.”

As Lisa rolled over she thought about what Abebi had just said. She didn’t like the ‘C’ word, well, except when she was really turned on, but yes, Judy’s heart resting there was somehow special, more so than if it had just been a necklace or something. Meanwhile Abebi was tracing out the lines on Lisa’s bottom with the tips of her fingers.

“Doesn’t that hurt? It looks like it should hurt like blazes.”

“Yes, it hurt, it still hurts a bit now, but it’s not like that. It’s all part of something bigger and after she’s caned me we have some of the most fantastic sex ever. Shall I tell you a secret?”

“Why stop now? You’ve told me everything else!”

“What I really like… I know this is going to sound weird… but what I really like is to have a dildo pushed up my bottom!” There, she’d said it.

“Wow, and when I think of the uptight little virgin I knew at college, and now you’re into all this.” Abebi was silent for a while. Her fingers still traced lightly over Lisa’s buttocks. She’d heard about things like this and had always assumed it was weirdoes in abusive relationships; but this was Lisa and, outside of the canings, it looked like she and Judy were very happy together. She lay back down beside Lisa, her hand still caressing Lisa’s bottom.

“Come on. I want to know more. How does all this work?”

“It depends. It’s different every time.”

“Ok, so how did this one happen? I want details.”

Lisa thought quickly. She wasn’t ready talk about Friday nights. She was beginning to realise why Judy had kept quiet for so long. She’d have to extemporise a bit, not exactly lie, just use another example.

“We like dressing up games,” she started. “Judy gets dressed up as a grand lady and I’m her maid. I’ve got the complete uniform.”

“Let me see, let me see.” They got up off the bed and Lisa fetched her maid’s outfit from the wardrobe.

“That’s fantastic. You’re dead serious about all this, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes. It takes ages to put on. Look, it’s really authentic.” The two girls pored over the dress, Abebi examining it with care.

“And Judy, what does she wear?”

“Oh she’s got this gorgeous gown in a deep burgundy. It’s just as authentic as this; real period detail. You know the sort of thing, full skirt, really tight bodice for an hourglass figure, leg of mutton sleeves and lots and lots of lace. She looks gorgeous in it. But first of all I bathe her.”

“Bathe her? How does that work?”

“Well I have to run her bath and then, when she gets in, I wash her all over. Then I have to dry her, dress her and help her get ready. Look, I know this is difficult to understand but it really gets to me, I adore looking after her like that. It’s an act of… of love.”

“Wow. And then?”

“Well, if I’ve been naughty, I mean, if we’re playing that I’ve been naughty, she takes me downstairs to the playroom. That’s where we keep all the bits and pieces. It’s nice and private down there.”

“Can I have a look?”

“No, it’s locked and Judy keeps the key. Anyway, she straps me down over the horse, pulls up my dress and canes me. I know this sounds weird, I don’t expect you to understand, but until you’ve tried it… I never knew I could get so turned on by being caned. It’s not the pain, well, not just the pain, it’s the way she does it. It’s part of us. I’m not explaining this very well, am I?”

Abebi was silent beside Lisa. Her hand was still playing with Lisa’s bottom but the gentle strokes were now firmer, harder, more like a massage.

“Maybe you’re explaining it better than you think.” She said at last. “Come on, what happens next?”

“Then I have to thank her for the caning. You know, kissing her, down there. After that it’s all bed and cuddles.”

“I thought it would end like that.” Abebi leaned forward and kissed Lisa. “And how about kissing me ‘down there’ as you so delicately put it. You’ve got me all worked up. The least you escort bursa can do is sort it out for me.”

“I’d love to but… Please, Babes, I’m turned on too but it would be cheating on Judy.”

“She’d never know.”

“I would, that’s the point. I couldn’t go behind her back.”

“Well, you could do it in front of me. I think she deserves it.” The two girls spun round to see Judy stood by the open door.

“How… how long have you been there.” Lisa gasped.

“Long enough. I came home, thought the house was empty, and when I came upstairs your door was open. I couldn’t resist listening for a while.” Inside Judy’s heart was leaping. She’d admit to herself that her motives were far from pure when she’d snuck up on the girls. She’d seen them through the open door and couldn’t resist the opportunity to eavesdrop for a while. To think she’d been jealous of Abebi. She should have known, she should have trusted Lisa, and now, purely by chance, she’d been reassured in the best way possible. And with a little luck it was threesomes tonight!

Abebi felt like a schoolgirl found smoking behind the bike sheds. She’d been caught with her pants down, well, with Lisa’s pants down to be exact, and she didn’t know how to react. And here was Judy suggesting that she and Lisa should carry on with her consent. It was all a bit too much to take in at once.

Lisa was also a little taken aback. Her state of undress wasn’t a problem, she was getting used to being half, or indeed, completely, naked in front of Judy but she had been caught in a clinch. Although she hadn’t let it go any further she felt she’d let Judy down. When she looked up at Judy she saw she was smiling, moreover there was a glint in her eye she had come to recognise. It looked like there were three, not two, sexually aroused women in the room.

“Yes, I think the two of you should carry on. But first of all I think Lisa should give you a bath to get you in the mood. Come along now.” Judy was used to commanding a boardroom, her tone had carried several major business deals and the two girls weren’t about to defy it. They glanced at each other, shrugged and followed Judy to the bathroom.

Whilst Lisa ran the water, and found a suitable bath oil, Judy sat down on the toilet.

“Come along, Abebi, get those clothes off, in you go.” Any doubts that Abebi might have had were again swept away by Judy’s command. It was simply easier to go along with things than to resist. She stripped off, dropping her clothes on the floor and slipped into the bath. Lisa judged that the bath was full enough and turned off the taps.

“Just lie there. Let Lisa do the work,” Judy ordered as she enjoyed the view. Abebi’s dark black skin, her tight curly bush, her pert breasts laid out before her. She really was an attractive young woman. Her slight air of unease somehow added to the allure. Judy felt back in control again.

Lisa took the sponge, gently lifted Abebi’s leg clear of the water, and set to work. The sponge soft against her skin, the perfume from the bath oil, the warm water surrounding her, holding her, were a heady mix that lulled Abebi into a relaxed, almost dreamlike state. She could almost forget that Judy was watching. Lisa had reached her thighs and the water cascading down from the sponge felt wonderful against her skin. Lisa’s story had turned her on, she wasn’t going to deny that, but this was deeper, more sensual. Lisa finished her legs and moved on to her arms. Again this was somehow far more erotic than if Lisa had simply plunged straight in. Abebi longed to feel the sponge on her breasts, on her belly, on her groin but there was no hurry.

Now Lisa was starting on her breasts. Abebi arched her back, lifting them, offering them.

“Now, now,” Judy admonished. “Let Lisa do the work.”

Abebi relaxed back into the water. The enforced passiveness was slightly frustrating but it added to the tension inside her. Part of her wanted to grab Lisa’s head and pull it down to her groin, to hell with the risk of drowning, but she was beginning to realise that greater pleasure lay in waiting. No wonder Lisa had described Judy as a wonderful lover, she may not be an active participant but she certainly knew how to turn a woman on!

Lisa worked lower, tenderly caressing the gentle mound of Abebi’s stomach, her lower belly, and finally her groin. Abebi couldn’t suppress a groan of contentment as the sponge, and the warm water off it, moved between her legs. This was so delicious, so entrancing, she could lie there forever.

“Ok, that’s enough.” Judy leaned down and pulled the plug and Lisa stood up to allow Abebi out of the bath.

“Lisa told me about this but I never realised how good it could be.”

“Uh huh, no talking now, you just relax and enjoy it.” Judy’s tone had softened, gone from boardroom to schoolroom, but it still commanded.

Lisa picked a soft, fluffy towel and dried Abebi down. When Abebi went to help a gentle wave of the forefinger from Judy reminded her that Lisa should do all the work. As Lisa reached her feet she bent forward and gently kissed her toes. Abebi felt this strange mixture of control and controlled. Here she was with Lisa crouched before her tending to her every need. On the other hand it could not be denied that the dominant force in the room was Judy, it was her tune that everyone danced to.

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Sigh. Another Christmas alone. It was almost too much to bear. I looked at the little tree that I had put up, more out of tradition than any holiday spirit I felt and my mood sank even darker. This sucks. I was sitting in my easy chair, gazing at the fire that I had started, sipping homemade eggnog and listening to the sound of the fire crackle. My mother had called earlier just to check on me and tell me that I still didn’t have a boyfriend. I jokingly said that I asked Santa for one but had been too much of a naughty girl for him to visit my house. I thought it was funny. She didn’t. So, here I was. Eating the butter cookies that mom had sent me and feeling sorry for myself.

WHUMP! Holy Shit! What the hell was that? I must have dozed off in the chair because a loud “thump” startled me awake. I looked at the fireplace and saw this red bag laying on the floor but what really caught my eyes was this pair of legs sticking out of the chimney. Her feet were encased in a cute pair of boots with four inch heels trimmed with white fur. My gaze traveled up the bare legs to a red and white lacy teddy pulled so tight through her crotch that I could make out her pussy lips framing the cloth. “That’s it! Next year, I’m walking in the fucking front door. None of this sliding down the chimney shit like he does.” the woman said to herself. She less than gracefully maneuvered her way out of the fireplace and began brushing the soot off of her body. I sat there gawking at this absolutely stunning woman standing before me. Her tits were practically spilling out of the teddy and I could make out the dark of her areolas. Her nipples were so hard, they were threatening to tear holes in the lace. Shoulder length hair, so blonde it was nearly white, framed a supermodel’s face and she was wearing a Santa hat with the name “Kristi” spelled out in glitter. I felt blood rushing to my face and other parts of my body as I thought of something to say.

“Oh great! Eggnog.” she said, spotting the half emptied pitcher sitting next to me on the end table. “Do you mind?” I mutely shook my head no, my brain still trying in vain to make sense of what was happening.

“Um…who bursa escort are you?” was all I could come up with.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Kristi Kringle and it’s a pleasure to meet you Bridgette.” She reached out her hand and I took it, expecting a handshake but instead, she brought it to her lips and delicately kissed my fingers. I felt an electric charge go right to my pussy when her ruby lips touched my hand. I involuntarily squirmed in my chair which brought a smile to her face as if she knew what effect she was having on me. She released my hand, walked over to the bag on the floor and began to rummage through it.

“May I help you?” I was still trying to come up with something to say but the combination of shock, being woken up, and a little too much eggnog still left me a bit incoherent.

“No, but I sure as hell can help you.” came her reply. Standing up she turned to face me, her hands on her hips. “Listen. Here’s the deal. Every year, I perv the naughty list looking for a little lezzy slut in super need of some Christmas spirit and this year, it’s you. Congratulations.” She turned back to the bag and began going through it again. I could hear several different hums emanating from inside it and my pussy began to leak juices on its own accord.

“Hey wait! I’m not a lesbian!” I said as her words finally broke through the fog. She just looked over her shoulder at me and snorted, not even deeming my statement worthy of a reply. Then she let out a “YES!” as her hand grabbed whatever she was looking for. Standing up, Kristi held out the biggest dildo that I had ever personally seen. It was red and white, striped like a candy cane and was attached to a leather harness. She kicked off her heels and began to remove her teddy.

“Look. My brother may be a fat, judgmental bastard but he knows who’s been naughty or nice. So if he says that you are a closet lesbian sitting at your computer at night, watching girl on girl porn and reading bdsm erotica, I trust him. Okay?” I mutely nodded as I watched her begin to buckle the harness to her crotch. Oh wow! She shaves. I just caught a glimpse of her bald vagina right before the escort bursa leather covered it. She walked over to where I was still sitting, the dildo bobbing up and down with each step, and held out her hand. I took it and she pulled me up out of the chair. Her gaze went to my pajama bottoms and a little giggle escaped her lips when she saw the large damp spot that was there. I blushed and closed my eyes in embarrassment as she led me to the bedroom. Turning to face me, Kristi took my face in her hands and gave me the most passionate kiss I had ever received. My knees went weak and I had to embrace her or I would have collapsed. She pulled back and smiled as she began to unbutton my top. Exposing my breasts with the last button undone, her hands reached up and started to expertly massage my tits, tweaking my nipples with her fingers. Kristi leaned in again for another kiss and our tongues began to wrestle as she let go of my tits. Her hands went to the waistband of my bottoms and pushed them down over the swell of my ass. Gravity did the rest and I kicked off the pants to where she had tossed my top.

Kristi gently lowered me to my bed and began rubbing her hands all over my naked body. Everywhere she touched, goosebumps arose from my skin. Spreading my legs apart, she climbed up on the bed and lowered her face to my pussy. Oh shit did this lady know how to eat a girl out! Her tongue and fingers quickly and skillfully brought me off to several quick climaxes. I was writhing on the bed, my brain not even thinking about how freaky this all was. I was all about the pleasure Kristi was giving me. She stopped eating me and began to lick her way up my body. Briefly pausing to dip her tongue in my navel, she trailed up to my breasts. Starting with the right one, Kristi sucked and nibbled on my nipple getting it even harder than it had been. Then she move to the left one. My nipples were so hard at that point, they were aching, the blood rushing through them pounding with the beats of my heart. All this time, her fingers were playing with the folds of my vagina, lightly teasing my clit and pushing into my hole only to pull back out after she brushed bursa escort bayan my g spot. I was nearing another orgasm when she took her hand away. I moaned in frustration and she swatted my hip. “Hey, little girl! No pouting.” I opened my eyes in surprise to see Kristi looking down at me in mock sternness but I could see the twinkle of merriment in her gaze. She leaned in to kiss me again, letting me faintly taste myself on her lips when I felt the tip of that monster dildo press against my pussy hole.

I knew that there was no way in hell that the whole thing would fit in me but Kristi just started thrusting her hips. Little by little, with each thrust, the strap on disappeared into my body until I felt the leather of the harness touching my body. Holy hell! I had never been so filled in my life. I could feel every detail of the dildo as my pussy clenched it tightly. Kristi began to pull it out to only where the head was still in me but reversed course and pushed again. Starting a rhythm of pushing and pulling, she began to fuck me like a porn star pro. Her tits were mashed against mine, our nipples rubbing together with every thrust of her body. I wrapped my legs around her and lifted my ass off the bed to get her as deep into me as was possible. I felt the stirrings of a massive orgasm brewing deep in me. My nostrils flared trying to get in as much oxygen as possible as I then let out this massive scream. I clenched down as the orgasm ripped through my body. Still Kristi pumped into me, never stopping or even slowing down. Another wave hit me and then even another one when that one subsided. I saw stars in my eyes as I blacked out from all of the pleasure she was giving me. The last thing I remember before succumbing to the darkness was her whispering “Merry Christmas” in my ear.

I woke up in my bed, dressed in my pajamas. Oh shit, what a dream I had. I have to stop perving LitErotica right before going to sleep, I thought to myself as I made my way to the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee. Prepping the fireplace, I got a merry little fire started before sitting down in my favorite chair. That’s when I noticed the package. It was wrapped in red with a white lace bow. Curiosity got the better of me and I quickly tore it open. In the box was the red and white dildo. My mouth fell open as I read the card attached. Thanks for the eggnog and the wonderful time. Love Kristi.

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Synopsis

Part I – Sandie discovered the wonderful world of Lesbian love thanks to her beautifully sensual Latin nanny, Rosita, who found in Sandie a sexually frustrated lactating mother. She drained Sandie’s swollen, milk filled breasts, and relieved her sexual tensions with her skillful fingers and delightfully long and very talented tongue. She taught Sandie the pleasures of Lesbian love and they became passionate lovers. Sandie’s husband discovered them; later, after a little persuasion he decided he had neglected her sex life too much. He bought tickets for all four for a vacation together.

Part II – They went to Hawaii as a loving couple, with her infant son, and Rosita, their naughty nanny. The four stayed in the same room and Rosita and Sandie made passionate love while her husband watched. Sandie and her husband resumed their lovemaking, but she and Rosita were lovers also, now with his enthusiastic blessings.

Back home Sandie’s good friend Jamie, a new mother herself, came to visit while the husbands was away on business. Sandie tricked Jamie into letting her empty Jamie’s overflowing, deliciously swollen, milk filled breasts with her sensuous lips. Jamie loved the sensation and they became lovers. Rosita joined the two lactating ladies, and both women sucked Jamie’s breasts at the same time and made love to her. Jamie’s twin sister was pregnant and Jamie promised to see if Sandie and Rosita couldn’t join the two of them and possibly make love to Jamie’s sister also.

Lactating Lesbian Lady – Part III –

The story resumes ~

* * *

Rosita, little Jimmy and I walked down the plane ramp into the airport and saw Jamie waving at us with a radiant grin on her face. We three hugged and kissed, mindless of the people around us. Beside, who thinks anything of three women greeting each other with kisses. If they had known how the three of us had spent such delightful times in bed together, they would have been shocked. I reveled in the feelings of Jamie’s full breasts against mine. I knew that hers, like mine, were probably full of hot rich mother’s milk.

We retrieved our bags and caught up as Jamie drove us to her sister’s house. On the drive we asked her how her plan had worked out for seducing her sister. She told us what had happened between her and her equally beautiful twin sister.

“Sandie, you Devil you, I used the same ploy that you used on me. Janie and I went out celebrating her first night back on the town since she had delivered her baby. We went alone, leaving the baby home with her maid. She had on a nursing bra and I used your naughty trick and took the spare pads out of her purse when she wasn’t looking. Of course her breasts are producing a lot of milk, and later she felt her bra start to leak. We went into the women’s restroom so she could change the sodden bra pads, of course there weren’t any spares. See, I learned from the Master!

“She was frantic as her breasts were really starting to leak. We tried toilet paper but knew that was not going to work for long. I came up with a brilliant idea! Why didn’t I suck the excess milk from her breasts? She didn’t want me to at first, but could think of no other choice other than slowly and very laboriously milking her breasts by hand. We have never done anything sexual together aside from kissing, and a little rather innocent fooling around while we were growing up.

“I sucked her fabulous breasts and it was fantastic for me. I was so hot, I thought I would explode. Her breasts are almost exact duplicates of mine – being twins. I used my tongue to stimulate her nipple and fondled her breasts a little, nothing too obvious. It got her really hot and I thought she would cum. She came very close, but then so did I! I wanted to touch her, I wanted to touch myself, but used all the restraint I could manage.

“After we were home, and dressed for bed, we talked about what had happened, and I asked her if she had enjoyed it. She and I always are straight with each other and she said it got her so hot she had to finger herself as soon as she got home. I didn’t admit to her that I had done the same thing. I told her that you and I had sucked each other’s breasts and loved drinking each other’s milk. She was quite shocked, but I told her that I really enjoyed it, and that it was fantastic. I also didn’t tell her we had made love. I’m not sure she could have handled that intimate fact at that moment.

“That’s all that happened that night. The next night we were both suckling our babies and I didn’t cover my breasts. We were alone and I let her get a good look at my breasts with little Barry nursing on my long erect nipples. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of them.

“The babies finished feeding and we put them down. Janie took her breast pump and started to use it to finish emptying her breasts. I went to her and told her that I knew a way that was so much more erotic, and lots more fun to get the milk out bursa escort of her breasts. She blushed crimson, she knew what I meant. I told her that we could try it and if she didn’t like it she could stop me at any time. She stammered a faint ‘OK’.

“I took her blouse and nursing bra off and got rid of mine too. She was really giving my breasts a good looking over. I had her sit on the side of the bed and got between her thighs kneeling on the floor. I took one full breast and lifted it gently and kissed her nipple then began to slowly suck on it. Her hot sweet milk flowed into my mouth and it tasted absolutely divine. I had missed the taste of a mother’s milk since I had been away from you for so long. Damn it got me hot! My clit swelled so much it actually hurt.

“I sucked gently, pulling at the nipple as you did to mine, pulling back as I sucked, stretching the nipple and stimulating it at the same time. She closed her eyes and had the most blissful look on her face. I was burning up. I tongued her nipple and I kneaded her breast, stroking it while I sucked it slowly. I was really stimulated by the thought of what I was doing. When it was dry I moved to the other breast and by this time she was really on fire. Her hips kept hunching forward slightly and she could hardly hold still.”

“Was her milk as delicious as mine?” I whispered, making sure my breath was hot on her ear.

She shivered slightly. “Damn you, yes, it was every bit as delicious, maybe even more so. It might be that it’s because she’s my sister, and that incestuous connection got me hotter, and that thought made it taste even better. We’ll have to have a taste test, hopefully with you two side by side.” She swatted my cheek playfully.

“But back to Janie; without saying a word I ran my hand slowly up her thigh and found her panty clad pussy. She started to protest, but I looked up at her and put a finger to my lips. She was so hot she couldn’t resist. She shut her eyes. I slid my finger under her panties and she was drenched. Her pussy had been shaved clean when she delivered, and she has just a little soft hair there. My finger found her pussy and slipped inside her. She was so slick! She groaned and thrust her hips forward. Her hands came to my head and pulled me harder against her breast. I sucked while I slid my finger up and down her sweet slit. It was so damn erotic, fingering my own sister while I sucked the hot milk from her wonderfully full firm breast!

“She began to moan and sob as I ran my finger upward till I found her very hard clit. It felt about the same size as mine. She cried out as my finger touched it and I began to roll it in little circles the way I like mine stroked. She exploded! Her thighs went wide and she hunched against my finger. I think she came at least twice, maybe more, till I quit stroking her clit. I kept sucking her wonderful breasts till her sweet juices were all gone.

“She was really spent by then. I didn’t try to get her to suck my nipples even though I really wanted her to. I kissed her lips very lightly then went into my room, but left the door cracked a little. I stripped nude, spread out on the bed in full view of the door, and brought myself off and had a fantastic climax thinking of her. I hoped she’d look in and watch me. She may have heard me, I’m not sure, but if she looked in, she didn’t come into the room.”

I was sitting next to Jamie while she was telling this. Rosita was sitting on my other side holding little Jimmy. I stroked Jamie’s thigh and snaked my hand up under her skirt. As my hand slid all the way up her soft warm thigh, I found she didn’t have any panties on. We both laughed when my fingers found her soft hairless pussy.

“Hmmm, you have kept your pussy bare haven’t you? Mine’s still bare too. What does your husband think of it?” I asked as I slid my fingers up and down her salaciously slippery slit.

She let her thighs spread a little more for me. “He loves it. It took him a little while to get used to it, but now he absolutely loves it. He says it makes going down on me seem so very naughty. Ohh, damn that feels so good! I have missed you two.” She said passionately, pushing her hips forward as much as was possible while she was driving. The car lurched slightly as her foot involuntarily pressed down on the accelerator. We all laughed.

“So, did you and Senora Janie make love together? Please tell us!” Rosita begged, leaning forward to watch my hand rubbing Jamie’s pussy.

“It was a couple of nights later and we were both feeding the babies. Her baby wasn’t very hungry, and she held him in her arms and burped him. I had cheated a little and fed mine some formula when Janie wasn’t around, just in case. We put them both down and she looked at me. I asked her if she wanted me to empty her breasts. I told her it was so much better than using the breast pump. She colored a little and said yes, it was a lot nicer, and with a self conscious smile escort bursa said ‘Naughtier too!’ I got down between her thighs as I had done before and this time she spread her thighs wider for me. I sucked her breast and began to stroke it more, kneading it and fondling it. She murmured she liked that.

“I asked her to fondle mine, as I liked that too. She did so a little reluctantly, but as I sucked on her long firm nipple and drew her milk out, she got into the spirit of it. I didn’t put my hand up her skirt and she seemed a little disappointed. I was trying my best to get her as hot as possible while I sucked her breast. I think it worked, as finally she couldn’t stand it and put one hand down and began to rub her pussy. I pushed her skirt up so I could see her pussy. She pulled her panties aside and fingered her pussy in plain view of me. It’s lovely. God it was so hot to watch her fingering herself inches away from me. I could smell her excitement.”

While Jamie was telling us this, I slid a finger deep inside her dripping pussy as we drove along. I didn’t want to get her so hot she might have an accident. I kept her just on the edge of a climax.

Jamie continued her story, her voice a little hoarse now in her excitement. “Janie had a very vocal climax, but when she was finished she started to apologize. I told her that I understood, and it got me very hot too. She asked if it really and truly did. I told her yes. I emptied both of her breasts and her milk is so delicious. I kissed her breasts, gave the nipples one last long suck and got up. I stood between her thighs and leaned forward a little. She looked at my breasts for the longest time. I took one nipple, squeezed and pulled it, milking it. Several thin streams of milk spurted out and hit her face and neck. She flinched at first but a large drop slid down onto her lips and she licked it off. Her face lit up. She looked at my breasts for a long moment, then made up her mind, and pulled me to her. She cupped my breast, lowered her lips to the nipple and began to suck on it.

“She gave a long moan as she tasted my milk for the first time. She pulled away for a moment, looked up at me and said it tasted wonderful. It felt fantastic, as you know, to have her sucking my breast. My own sister sucking me, made it even more erotic and salacious. I stroked her hair and whispered to her how to suck and lick my nipple so that it felt good for me. She soon got the hang of it and quickly got me very hot. She used her tongue and lips while her hands stroked and kneaded my swollen breasts. I loved watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked my milk out. I pulled my skirt up and had no panties on. Her eyes went wide as she saw my smooth nude pussy so close to her, not a single hair on it.

“I slowly rubbed my clit till it was throbbing and very swollen. I spread my pussy lips so she could see it plainly and teased myself for the longest as she sucked me. I had her bite down on my nipple a little harder and the combination of her sucking and my caresses made me have a fantastic climax. She sucked my breasts dry and then we stood up holding each other, kissing gently at first, then our tongues came into play. She’s a very good kisser and we enjoyed Frenching each other, as we had done years before when we both first dated. We had “practiced” Frenching each other then, and were pretty good at it.

“We admitted we loved the taste of each other’s milk and should do it more. I didn’t press it any further as we had both climaxed. I decided that there was plenty of time to seduce her fully. I didn’t want to risk driving her away. I had fingered her to a wild climax once; we had each fingered ourselves while sucking on each other’s breasts. I wasn’t sure if she was quite ready for the next very important step.

“Well ladies that is where the situation is right now. I just didn’t have time to seduce her fully. I thought that we three might be able to get her to join us. Think you could help me seduce my sexy sister?” Jamie laughed delightfully.

I looked over at Rosita and we got these huge grins on our faces, and nodded our heads. When we got in the garage and the door was closed I swung around and kissed Jamie passionately. She returned my kisses and spread her thighs wider for me. I let my fingers fly over her clit and soon had her moaning and crying out as I brought her to a wonderful climax. I licked her juices off my fingers and let Rosita share some of her delicious pussy juice.

When she had recovered, Jamie straightened herself up and led us into the beautiful home of her twin sister. It was huge, spacious, and a real showplace. Janie met us and gave Rosita and I hugs and light kisses on our cheeks. She told us she was more than happy to have us stay with her. As we hugged, her full breasts pressed delightfully against mine and I was sure both of us enjoyed the contact. At least, I hoped she did!

Her husband was away on business for a week and bursa escort bayan we four ladies would have the run of the house. This was getting better all the time! Janie did have a small staff of servants who were usually there till just after dinner each evening.

She took us to our rooms. I had a huge suite, and Rosita had a large bedroom connected to mine. Jamie was across the hall and Janie and her baby were at the end of the hall in the master bedroom. It was a beautiful home and we looked forward to our stay.

That evening Janie had a wonderful dinner for us. She was an excellent hostess and there was lots of laughter during the dinner. I was continually struck by how alike the two were. Some identical twins are not all that alike, but Jamie and Janie were so alike I had trouble telling them apart, a freckle here, a small mole there. They even wore their hair in identical styles. I surmised that in the dark it would be impossible to tell them apart. I smiled as I thought that I would love to test that theory out.

Janie wore a sexy gown that followed her curves and showed an ample view of her full breasts. She wore a simple pearl necklace and matching single pearl earrings. She looked very elegant yet sexy at the same time. I almost drooled at the thought that Jamie had had the opportunity of exploring her breasts fully and drinking from them. Rosita and I both admired them with our eyes, and Janie seemed pleased with our long glances at her alluring smooth skinned breasts. I hoped Rosita and I would get the chance to see them bare and taste her milk.

As we nursing mothers could not drink alcoholic beverages, after dinner we had Virgin Daiquiris while Rosita could enjoy the alcohol. It didn’t seem to dampen our spirits one bit. One would have thought we were all high on our drinks!

Later, we went to our separate rooms and Jamie came into my room and brought her baby. We removed our tops and bras, freeing our breasts, and fed our babies. We both liked the feel of the babies against our bare breasts and they seemed to find comfort from it also. Jamie commented on how she had missed making love to Rosita and me. Her breasts were full and beautiful, her dark chocolate areolas still delightfully swollen, the nipples long, hard, and so damn sexy looking.

Rosita came in while we were nursing and went to Jamie and kissed her softly. “Senora Jamie, I have missed you. I miss kissing your sweet lips and sucking your lovely full breasts. We have missed you so, Senora Sandie and I both!” Her lovely dark eyes sparkled.

They kissed and Rosita stroked Jamie’s unencumbered breast and even sucked it a little. Jamie smiled down at her, “Rosita, I have missed you two also. Janie and I have sucked each other’s breasts, but we have not made love together. Being away from my husband has really made me horny too. But most of all, I have really missed making love to you two sexy ladies.”

Rosita moved in front of Jamie, slid down between her spread knees, parted her thighs still wider, and slid a hand up her long smooth legs. “Senora Sandie made love to you earlier, but only with her fingers. She gave me a very tantalizing taste from her so naughty fingers. I think your sweet delicious pussy needs more attention now.” She kissed Jamie’s legs and worked her way up till she was kissing her spread thighs.

It was a little cramped as she was holding the baby, but Jamie spread her thighs wider, scooted down in the reclining chair a little, and Rosita was able to reach her spread pussy. Jamie had not put her panties on and this left Rosita an open field to explore. I watched as her head bobbed slowly and gently, knowing her long talented tongue was slipping up and down the delicious tunnel of passion.

My mouth salivated at the thought. “Rosita, leave some of that sweet pussy juice for me. Don’t lap it all up.” I laughed. I slid one hand down and stroked my own wet pussy lightly, teasing it.

“Rosita, you are fantastic. Little Barry has gone to sleep. Let me put him down and then you can make love to me. Give me one more wonderful lick on my clit before you quit. Ohhh yes, like that. Careful, or you’ll make me explode.” Jamie sighed.

I had been feeding little Jimmy some formula, not to wean him, but to leave more milk in my breasts for my lady lovers to enjoy. He seemed not to notice the difference and liked both the formula and my own milk. Rosita would always empty my breasts and we would wind up making love together. I had felt him quit sucking a few minutes earlier, but had been distracted by Rosita and Jamie. I looked down, and his little eyes were closed. I burped him, then got up and while Jamie took Barry and put him down, I did the same with little Jimmy. He didn’t stir when I laid him down and gently covered him up, kissing his soft cheek.

We slowly undressed each other with much kissing and caressing then got on the huge bed in my bedroom. It had been too long since we three had made love. Our naked bodies twined and writhed together as our passions quickly arose. Jamie kissed me passionately then moved down to my breast. The nipple was still very hard and erect and filled with plenty of hot milk for her eager lips.

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If this chapter feels different from the rest, I apologize. I lost my spark halfway through and it was difficult to write my way to a better point.

*****

They arrived back into Sierra Falls about lunch time, splitting up to clean up from a week in the woods, agreeing to meet at Rebecca’s dads for a light dinner and planning.

It wasn’t until they came back with a full week of activities planned that JJ realized Ashley was acting a bit distant. She still cuddled into JJ on the couch, still stood next to her and made goofy faces while they brushed their teeth, even initiated sex. She was quiet and almost withdrawn between their normal activities and interactions, something JJ had at first assumed was due to the new plans, their week chock full. Now, lying in bed with a dozing Ashley snuggled close, JJ began to rethink things. Was she still upset over Veronica? JJ hadn’t responded to her ex yet, at a loss for words. JJ sighed and laid her hand over Ashley’s, set low on JJ’s belly. She needed to deal with Ronnie before anything else could escalate.

JJ woke suddenly, unsure what had startled her, her eyes adjusted to the faint light of an early sunrise. Must be very early, the backyard clearly visible through the sliding glass doors not yet washed with color, just a simple hint of light.

She rolled over, shifting carefully to not disturb Ashley, only to roll into an empty space. JJ raised up on an elbow, fully and instantly awake. Her eyes caught the light under the bathroom door, realized Ashley had probably snuck away to pee. Her heart still raced, her pulse fast and loud in her ears. JJ flopped back into the pillows, exhaling deeply.

Five minutes later Ashley still hadn’t emerged and JJ was not going back to sleep. Another sigh escaped as JJ slowly pulled herself from bed and snagged her cigarettes on the way to the back door.

Ashley left the bathroom and tip toed back to JJ’s bedroom. She was surprised to see JJ’s bed empty, but a quick look around revealed the sliding glass door, cracked open. Ashley ruffled her hair, unsure what to do. She’d woken up at 4, her usual morning wake up, needing to run. She’d been neglecting her regimen and was starting to feel it. She hadn’t intended to wake JJ, hoping to get out and run, maybe clear her head of some of the thoughts that had plagued her the evening before. Now she wasn’t sure leaving was a good idea without telling JJ. Ashley twisted a curl around her finger, watching the smoke drifting across the quiet backyard.

She stepped through the door, cocking her head with a small smile. JJ was leaning against the porch railing smoking, completely naked. Feeling impish, Ashley pulled out her phone and snapped a picture. The click-click of the shutter got JJ’s attention, her head turning to face Ashley for a second picture. Her expression smoothed out quickly, but Ashley had seen the crease between those dark eyebrows. JJ was thinking hard.

“That’s real mature.” JJ’s voice was raspy from sleep and smoke.

“What? You’re the one outside naked. Besides, I’m going to need something to take back to school for those long, lonely nights. Would you rather I raided your sweatshirts and panties?”

“Leave me my leather jacket. Take whatever else strikes your fancy.” JJ looked Ashley up and down. “Going somewhere?”

Ashley nodded, already dressed in a tank top and loose running shorts. She held her shoes in hand. “Just for a run. I’ve been slacking. I gotta pick it up now or Coach will kill me. Literally run me to death.”

JJ nodded and took a drag, exhaling the smoke away from Ashley. “Don’t leave just yet.” JJ set the half smoked cigarette on the porch railing and disappeared into the house.

Not sure what JJ wanted her to wait for, Ashley sat and put her socks and shoes on, tying the laces tightly. She began to stretch, loosening her muscles and beginning to warm up.

A minute later Ashley was bouncing up and down, accelerating her heartbeat and getting her blood flowing a little faster. JJ came back out, still naked, holding a key. Ashley stopped bouncing, her heart racing faster than her warm-up allowed.

“I had this made after the house was finished. I’ve been debating when to give it to you and now seems like a good time.” JJ offered the key to Ashley who took it, looking down at the small silver object with quite a bit of awe. Her own key to JJ’s house. This was a big step for them, one she hadn’t been expecting any time soon. It wasn’t so much a sign of how much JJ loved her as an open invitation into her home. Into her space, something Ashley didn’t want to crowd or take from the older girl. Not to mention, they’d only been dating for 5 weeks. She didn’t even leave clothes behind, packing an overnight bag for nights at JJ’s.

“This is for me?” Ashley couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Yes.” JJ picked her cigarette back up, flicking away the ash that had accumulated. She took a long drag, watching Ashley watch her.

Ashley flung herself at JJ, who caught her with one arm, the bursa escort other holding the still lit cigarette away from them. She kissed the corner of JJ’s mouth and squeezed her tight. “Thank you.”

JJ hummed, exhaling the smoke she’d been holding. “You’re welcome. Go run. I’m going back to bed.” JJ patted Ashley’s bottom and took one last drag off the cigarette before pitching it into the butt can.

Ashley left and JJ went back inside, but instead of laying down, she retrieved her phone from its charger and sat in the rumpled sheets. Opening her messages she selected Veronica and began typing.

“We need to talk face to face. Pick a day and a time that works for you, then send me your Skype details. If you don’t have one, make one. I’m not buying a plane ticket.” JJ sent the message after reading it over, not taking too long so she couldn’t have second thoughts.

Her phone buzzed seconds later anyway. She opened the text and read, “Wow. Too scared to meet up in person?” JJ sighed. This is what she was hoping to avoid, Veronica’s attitude.

“No. I don’t feel our conversation requires us to be in the same room.” JJ sent back.

It took Ronnie longer to respond, but when she did it was simply with a skype username, next Wednesday’s date at noon. JJ added a reminder to her phone’s calendar and laid down. She didn’t know what to say to Ronnie, but she’d figure that out when they talked. For now, she could focus on Ashley and their relationship.

***

The plan for the evening was to go out dancing at the club. It was one of the many nights with no theme, no cover charge. Everyone had agreed to meet at Rebecca’s dads for pre drinks, so JJ drove herself and Ashley over after a quiet dinner with Debra.

The entire night passed in a colorful blur for JJ. Nathan, Sarah’s boyfriend, tagged along as a designated driver to let the girls have a night out. They even borrowed an suv from Rebecca’s dad to fit everyone in the same vehicle.

Once they got to the club Chloe put herself in charge of drinks, which ensured everyone got drunk fast and stayed that way. The dancing was fast and fun, the music loud and heavy on the bass. Chloe led the charge whenever she felt it was time for another round, the whole group returning to the table Nathan held for them. They sat just long enough to down a shot or slam a drink before they were back out dancing.

Before JJ knew it, Rebecca was rounding everyone up and herding the group back out to the car.

In the car, Nathan driving them back to Rebecca’s dads, Chloe and Brenda decided to stand up through the moon roof to cat call anyone walking along the sidewalk. JJ almost missed Ashley climbing up to join them, hauling the giggly blonde back down at the last second.

Her lap was suddenly full of drunk blonde, something she usually enjoyed. JJ wrapped her arms around Ashley to keep her upright when they made a right turn. Ashley laughed at the way they leaned into the g force of the turn, playfully exaggerating the motion. JJ giggled too, squeezing Ashley tighter and resting her chin on Ashley’s shoulder.

They arrived safely at the small mansion that was Mr. Martin’s home. JJ had recently learned how Rebecca’s parents had divorced while the girls were in middle school. Her father had given up the house to move into this place, a monument to wealth and, in JJs opinion, over compensation. Tree lined drive, a huge manicured lawn with perfectly potted flowers and shaped bushes. The front pathway and porch were laid in massive slabs of stone, while the front door stood at least ten feet tall, heavy and adorned with rustic wrought iron. Inside it had seven bedrooms with as many bathrooms, a den, formal dining room, and huge kitchen equipped with state of the art appliances. JJ hadn’t seen the backyard, but Ashley had mentioned it’s pool with an attached spa and separate hot tub. While the house was beautiful it made JJ love hers all the more for it’s small size and warmth.

After bidding Nathan and Sarah a loud and slurred farewell, they all wobbled to their respective rooms, Rebecca leading Amy down a long hall to her room, everyone else breaking off to the various guest rooms. JJ paused briefly in the doorway to the bedroom she and Ashley would share, watching Chloe dance into her room while Brenda ricocheted off a corner and into her room.

“Jordyn.” Ashley’s loud whisper turned JJ’s attention back to the girl in her arms.

“Hmm?” JJ walked them into the room until Ashley’s legs bumped the bed. She brushed a curl away from Ashley’s cheek, the creamy skin flushed from alcohol and dancing.

Instead of speaking Ashley nudged her hips into JJ’s, pressing into the strap on JJ had worn out of habit. The pressure and the needy pout on Ashley’s face pulled a growl from JJ’s throat.

Ashley resisted when JJ tried to lift her onto the bed. She pushed JJ’s hands away, quickly unbuttoning her shirt and pulling it halfway down the older girl’s arms, temporarily trapping her. Running her fingers up JJ’s escort bursa torso Ashley flicked at the eager nipples peaking the fabric of JJs undershirt. “You’re teasing me with your cock again.”

Tossing blonde hair back over her shoulder Ashley made quick work of JJ’s pants, opening them with only one fumble. She pulled underwear out of the way, humming at the sight of the cock bulging the sky blue briefs. When the dildo hung free and huge, Ashley hoisted herself up onto the bed. Time to tease JJ.

JJ watched as Ashley pulled her top off, tossing the skimpy tank away. Underneath she was bare, no bra to shield her excited pink nipples from view. JJ tugged her left arm up, her attempt to free it foiled by the cuff still buttoned around her wrist. Any further work at freeing her hands was stopped when Ashley leaned back and spread her legs, the short black skirt bunched at her waist exposing an equally bare pussy to JJ’s eyes. Golden blonde curls were darkened by copious amounts of liquid excitement.

Ashley smirked at the way JJs eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly. She lowered a hand between her legs and drew a single finger through the wetness that had accumulated all evening. “This is what you did to me, dancing so close with that big hard thing in your pants. Rubbing on me, against me, teasing.” Ashley lifted her finger, a sticky string stretching between finger and sex.

JJ moaned, struggling to sort her shirt out so she could unbutton the cuffs. She wasn’t having much luck, her eyes glued to Ashley’s finger. Her struggling had her shoulders and biceps flexing, something Ashley appreciated.

“I love your shoulders. They’re perfect. Just enough muscle to give some curve, definition. Not enough to turn you into a linebacker. It turns me on to watch them.” Ashley whispered, her wet fingers slipping up to her clit and flicking back and forth lazily. “I love all your muscles, really. The way they, like, bulge against your skin. Reminds me how strong you are, how solid.” Ashley bit her lip, her fingers moving slow and steady.

JJ stepped closer, panting while a faint pink flush crept over her chest and stained her cheekbones.

Ashley stopped her progress with a heeled foot. “You only get to watch. It’s my turn to tease you.” JJ’s swallow was both visible and audible.

“When I say solid,” Ashley continued, “I mean how you press me into the bed when you’re on top. How even when I try to overpower you, it’s pointless. You’re so much stronger and I really love that. It’s why you can fuck me so hard. Fucking dominate me so easily. Just…pin me down and take me.” Ashley huffed, her head falling back as her fingers moved faster and faster.

JJ stood and watched, Ashley’s high heel still pressed to her belly. She wanted so badly to do exactly what Ashley was describing. Her pussy was clenching in time to her racing heart, her clit throbbing beneath the exposed harness. Sweat trickled down her back at the effort to stay put.

Ashley was getting close but she kept talking, almost unable to stop. “The way you fucked me that day…in the armchair, god. You were soo deep. It almost hurt, like you were…hitting something. But you were also rubbing against so many yummy good spots.” Ashley looked up at JJ, holding her intense gaze.

“All I could think about tonight was fucking you. In the booth, against that back wall, in the bathroom…it didn’t matter where.” she paused to whimper and jog her hips under the stimulation of her own hand. “I need it so bad, JJ.”

JJ growled, leaning in so hard Ashley’s heel was leaving an imprint. That fucking whimper when Ashley said her name was too much. JJ moved her wrists behind her back and began working on the cuff buttons.

Ashley didn’t see JJ move, her head having fallen back to the bed as she kept her hand moving frantically between her legs. Words were beyond her at this point, panted breaths and needy sounds all she could manage. She could hear how wet she was, a soft liquid sound as she frigged her excited clit. Ashley closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep a scream from escaping, her orgasm finally reaching the peak.

JJ freed her arms just as Ashley came, throwing the shirt to the ground and leaping onto the bed. She didn’t bother to wait for Ashley to calm, effortlessly lining the tip of her cock with the soaked, pulsing entrance to Ashley’s pussy and burying the entire length in one lunge.

“Oh fuck!” Ashley yelped, surprised by JJ’s move. She held on tightly while JJ pumped into her like a mad woman, sweat dripping from her hair onto Ashley’s cheek. The rough onslaught felt deliciously good, rubbing and nudging exactly as she’d described moments ago. Ashley groaned and lifted her head to lick JJ’s chin, overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensations pinging through her.

JJ shifted, tossing Ashley’s legs onto her shoulders and pressing herself over the blonde, began using deep, hard strokes. Every time she bottomed out, Ashley grunted happily and JJ’s clit got the pressure it needed. bursa escort bayan She gritted her teeth and looked down between their bodies, watching the glistening cock sink into Ashley’s pussy. Damn, that was a hot sight. Both girls were so absorbed in their fucking that neither of them noticed the figures in the doorway.

Chloe clamped a hand over Brenda’s mouth, stopping the taller girl from loudly interrupting. She held a finger to her own lips to tell Brenda to be silent. She wanted to perv out on them, find out what the big deal was, and see what they were being so secretive about.

Brenda nodded and pulled Chloe’s hand away. They both turned back to the action and watched as JJ pulled away from Ashley, flipped the blonde onto her hands and knees, and proceeded to fuck her even harder, the slapping of their bodies easily heard. Ashley was babbling and moaning, hair flying as she tossed her head. Chloe bit her lip and groaned quietly when JJ grabbed a handful of wild blonde curls and tugged Ashley’s head up, forcing a deep arch. JJ was muttering something, but Chloe couldn’t quite catch the words.

Brenda shifted, not used to watching people fucking. She was getting turned on, which made her a little uncomfortable. The excitement wasn’t the problem, but its source disturbed her on a basic level. These were her best friends turning her on with their unintentional show. She jumped when Chloe leaned into her side, the contact sparking her skin. Brenda looked down and jerked away from Chloe when she realized the petite blonde had a hand stuffed in her panties.

Chloe bit her lip, slowly rubbing her swollen labia over her equally swollen clit. Watching JJ overpower Ashley was thrilling. Chloe was starting to think about inching into the room and potentially join the girls on the bed when she was hoisted into the air and hauled back down the hallway.

When Brenda dropped her onto the bed Chloe finally spoke up. “The fuck Brenda? I was enjoying that.”

“You’re invading on their privacy. We both were.” Brenda kicked at piles of clothing Chloe had scattered on the floor.

Chloe rolled her eyes. “So? They didn’t even see us! Too busy playing hide the salami.” She cupped her pussy again, calming its unsatisfied need.

“That doesn’t make it okay and you know it.” Brenda crossed her arms over her chest and glared down at Chloe.

“How am I supposed to not watch when they keep making those sounds?” Chloe asked as a loud warbled moan echoed into the room.

“You behave yourself! Respect their privacy! Quit playing with yourself, geez.” Brenda pointedly looked away from Chloe, the latter’s hand back inside her panties.

Chloe huffed, leaning back on her free hand. “It’s my room. Feel free to leave if you don’t wanna watch.”

“Yeah. Stay in here tonight. Kay?” Brenda gave Chloe a squinty eye look.

“Yes, mother.” The sarcasm of the retort died out in a whimper that sent Brenda to the doorway.

“I mean it, Chloe.” Brenda sighed at the yelp from down the hall and Chloe’s needy groan in response. “Goodnight, Chloe.”

***

Breakfast was a quiet affair, everyone suffering from some degree of a hangover. Showers and coffee seemed to perk everyone up enough for Amy to confirm their plans for mini golf.

Everyone drove separately to the amusement park, mini golf the only real plans for the day. Sarah met them there, looking like she’d had to recover from a nasty hangover too.

A full game was purchased, clubs and balls selected. Brenda kept the score cards to herself, determined to keep track. Ashley clucked her tongue and took all but one scorecard, chucking the rest in the nearest trash bin.

“This game is strictly for fun. No score keeping.” she teasingly scolded the taller girl.

“Keeping score is fun! Especially when I’m winning!” Brenda kissed her golfball, green like her favorite lucky swimming cap.

“And when I’m winning?” Amy asked, strolling behind them, hand in hand with Rebecca.

“That’s when I have to step up my game. Work on strategy. Angles and such.” Brenda tucked the empty card into her jeans pocket and marched to the first hole.

The first 9 holes were played with relaxed competitive banter amongst the girls. Lots of jabs about form, forcefulness, and aim. There were just as many retorts about sunlight in eyes, low blowing cross breezes, and unauthorized dents in both the green and the balls.

By the 11th hole, there was a marked change, both Amy and Brenda taking more care in their shots, Rebecca sneaking looks at the scorecard. JJ decided to nose her way in while neither one was paying attention, keeping her shots under par and slowly gaining on them.

Ashley, Chloe, and Sarah caught on quickly, Sarah having been delegated to honorary score keeper when her ball bounced off the course into the water. The bespectacled brunette very slyly kept the two competing against each other, neglecting to mention when JJ took the lead by a slim margin at the 16th hole.

Rebecca realized what was up when, at the next hole, Ashley gave JJ a good luck kiss and Chloe commented that JJ didn’t need any extra luck, she was doing just fine. The redhead snuck a look over Sarah’s head, her indignant gasp almost messing up JJ’s shot.

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Author note: If you are familiar with my previous submissions, you should know that I tend to leave a lot to the imagination in my stories. This one is no exception. Big thanks to GaiusPetronius for the edits, comments, and eagle eyes.

*****

“Redhead by the bar,” I nudged Michael. He raised his eyes, found her, then winced. “Too sexy for me?”

He nodded, “Too sexy for you,” then slowly sipped his soda.

“I thought so.” She looked again in my direction. I froze, caught staring for the umpteenth time.

The first time I noticed her was earlier that night. I was sweeping the pub with my eyes when they landed straight on hers. She smiled, nodded discreetly, and turned away, leaving me confused and embarrassed, as if I had been the one snooping.

Try as I might, for the next half hour, I couldn’t keep my eyes away from her. I’d force them to look in a different direction; then, the moment I let go of my conscious control, I would find myself doing the very thing I wanted to avoid. The harder I tried, the faster I failed, and she seemed to derive a weird pleasure from it.

Every time my eyes landed on hers, I found her looking at me too, with an amused smirk. She wasn’t trying to hide it while I was struggling to be as subtle as possible. In our twisted game of stares, she had found a way to remove the element of surprise and operate with an obvious home-field advantage. And each one of her looks felt like a dare not to come back, a dare she knew I would lose sooner than later, and repeatedly.

But how could I possibly win? How could I forbid my eyes the pleasure of watching her? Everything, every single thing about her was tempting yet oddly innocent. She kept tilting her head cutely but at just the right angle to make her short red hair shimmer under the pub’s few lights. And her bar stool had no back support so she alternated between leaning slightly forward or back, the first position making me feel like I owned the world because she would focus on me, the second accentuating her chest and superiority. She was also swaying her legs or hooking them back under the stool, all while showing a lot of tanned skin through her mid-thigh shorts, but not enough, not nearly enough to appease my hungry eyes.

Yet despite everything nonchalantly feminine about her, there was something boyish in her looks and demeanor that I couldn’t pinpoint. It was that particular androgynous mix that took my breath away every time I looked at her.

I wanted to be the one she seduced and the one she succumbed to, the one she led and the one she followed, the one she pinned down and the one peering down at her. I wanted to possess the 100% woman in her and be swept off my feet by the 60% man.

“But then again, tonight is all about getting you out of your comfort zone.” I felt something tugging at my wrist, pulling me up. Michael stood in front of me, encouraging. With my hand in tow, he started walking.

It was only then, when I looked at her and noticed the distance between us getting shorter, that I understood that he was guiding me toward her. Her smile quickly transformed into a grin, her eyes darted once to see Michael’s hand pulling mine then returned to me bemusedly, and her fingers tapped excitedly on the scotch glass she was holding.

I would have frozen in place, were I given the chance, but Michael’s pull was tight and determined. I lowered my eyes, willed the ground to crumble beneath my feet and swallow me whole, and prayed that there was another redhead at the bar whom he was taking me to.

Michael stopped and I almost bumped into him, mesmerized as I was by the toned and tanned calves that had now entered my field of vision.

Ah, calves! There is something unassumingly sexy about those back leg muscles that always tickles my imagination. The way they so visibly contract and relax, the sheer power they carry by holding and propelling an entire body forward while it walks, runs, or climbs stairs, and the forgotten delicacy of their form and tone.

While others would stare at asses, abs, thighs, or chests, I can get transfixed by the sight of a woman’s bare or pantyhose-clad calves, imagining what it would feel like to caress them, stretch them, and slowly tickle every single erogenous zone on them, especially the folding juncture on the back of the knee.

“Haaaaaave you met Red?”

Despite all my embarrassment and cluelessness, Michael’s pale attempt at being a wingman caught me off-guard. The difference between my expectations and struggles and his feeble attempt at humor was too absurd not to laugh at. I finally raised my head and eyebrows simultaneously, and asked him while giggling, “Seriously? That’s the line you’ve settled on?”

“You know I’ve been on a How I Met Your Mother binge!” He shrugged at me. “Kidding aside, you have red hair,” he pointed at her, “her name is Red,” he pointed at me, “you two should totally hit it off.”

I was about to smile at his unfailing logic when I heard a throaty bursa escort laugh. I turned in her direction and felt the ground beneath me shake. She had thrown her head back and was chuckling heartily, her neck expanding and vibrating, her chest rising and falling, her teeth and lipstick glowing with the same intensity.

I gulped and willed my body to stay steady, forcing my knees to hold me up and my hands to remain by my side.

“Excellent,” Michael grinned. “The ice has been broken and although I need some with my soda refill, I will go ask the bartender for it.” He seemed too happy with his joke that he didn’t wait for our reaction, laughed by himself, and walked away.

I glared at him, angry at his shenanigans, partly thankful for his prompt retreat, and mostly terrified to be left alone with her. He leaned at the bar a few feet away, gestured to her, me, his hair, and then encouraged us to talk before turning back to the bartender.

“Worst. Wingman. Ever.” I finally said, bringing my eyes back to her.

“Oh no, he totally sold me on you,” she smiled.

I tried not to let her husky tone impress me, erase my words, or steal my wits. “You have red hair, my name is Red. What better reason could there be for you to talk to me?” I chuckled and applauded myself internally for remaining cool and casual.

“Well, there’s the fact that you are gorgeous,” came the immediate reply, followed by a suggestive stare.

Cool and casual? Right. My breath caught in my chest and I felt my lips transform into an O. No sound came out.

“You must have noticed that I’ve been looking at you all night, and honestly, I was about to go talk to you. You just saved me the walk,” she paused and pointed to Michael, “and the embarrassment of not having a wingman as awesome as yours.”

“Really?” I could barely believe her admission.

“Oh yes. Us redheads, we never lie,” she winked then leaned forward a bit, focused her eyes on mine, and shifted to a more serious tone and expression. “Except about our hair. I’ll let you in on a secret, it’s almost never naturally red,” she continued then leaned further, this time brushing her chest against my arm, stopping her head next to mine, with an uncanny mix of solemnity and playfulness in her eyes. I stood motionless, glancing at her hair and cheek, and heard her whisper in my right ear, “and I have a very small dark patch of hair that would attest to that.”

My breath caught again in my throat, the air finding it impossible to pass through the dryness of my mouth and lungs. My mind wandered to the vision she had created, one of her small patch of dark hair and all the things I would give up for the privilege of seeing it, touching it, smelling it, and tasting it.

I finally let out a loud sigh, which suddenly made her realize what she had just said. She straightened quickly, widened her eyes, and slapped her palms over her mouth, equally embarrassed and bemused. I couldn’t but laugh.

“Too much information for the first minutes of a chat with a stranger?” She asked, after letting her hands fall.

I nodded and feigned a horrified expression, “Shit got real!”

“OK, let’s start over. Hi, I’m Linda,” she stopped. “What’s that face?”

“What face?”

“You winced when I said I’m Linda.”

I couldn’t tell if she was seriously offended or just poking fun. “I… I just expected you to have a sexier name,” I stuttered and looked away.

“Are you saying my name isn’t sexy?” This time, I could hear the playfulness in her tone. I had to hold up my end of the game.

“I’m saying you are sexier than your name, Linda.” Her eyes reflected her surprise. She dropped her head back and her throaty laugh returned to enchant my senses.

“Good save!” She finally let out. “Let me buy you a drink, Red,” she tapped with a hand on her empty glass and with the other on the bar stool next to her. “You know, not all of us were blessed with parents who took the time to pick out a unique name for them. But you can call me Lin, if that better matches your standards of name sexiness.”

I raised myself next to her and watched as she swiveled back toward the bar and got the bartender’s attention. She ordered us two glasses of scotch, without even bothering to ask if that was what I preferred.

“Cheers, Red,” she raised her glass.

I followed suite, sipped, and swirled the whisky slowly in my mouth before swallowing. When I put my glass down, I noticed her grinning at me. I furrowed my eyebrows questioningly.

“I like a woman who can appreciate her liquor.” I blushed and lowered my head. “So, why Red?” I sighed. “I’m sorry. I guess you get that question all the time.”

“No, no. It’s just that my mother had such a terrible experience with her pregnancy that she wished she would go back to regular menstruations. Hence, she wished for Red.” I shook my head almost desperately and laughed internally at the horrified look on her face. When I knew I had stunned her into complete escort bursa and awkward silence, I broke into laughter and felt my heart bounce when she joined me. I would do anything to hear that laugh again and again.

“You almost had me!”

“Not almost, Lin,” I corrected with a lower tone and a subliminal message about the different ways that I had her. “I’m Red because my parents own a vineyard in rural France, and they are quite passionate about their bottles of red.”

“So you’re a fine product of love and not a nauseating result of cramps?”

“Exactly.”

“It still has to be proven,” she paused to sip and savor her scotch, “your greatness compared to red wine, I mean. You do look just as inviting, just as rich, ripe, and full-bodied,” she smiled as I blushed again, “but I can’t say anything about the actual taste,” she winked, “yet.”

I gulped again and turned to my glass. As I buried my tongue in its contents, I tried not to think of the experiment she would perform to prove that theory. When I finally felt some semblance of control over my mind had been restored, I turned to see her fluff her hair with her raised hand.

Her loose shirt sleeve hung down, revealing her upper arm and a hint of her shoulder. If calves were my Achilles Heel, upper arms and shoulders were my kryptonite. I didn’t like them excessively muscular or exceptionally thin, but just meaty enough with a visible muscle tone, exactly like hers. I could spend hours just strolling my fingers up and down, bringing my lips to kiss every inch of them, getting tickled by each contact with the incredibly smooth skin there.

I wanted to bite them and feel them tighten below my teeth, awaken a rage in them that would grab me and push me against the bar, and watch as they contracted just enough to hold me imprisoned below them. What higher purpose in life was there than to be possessed by those arms?

She caught me staring again. I had to seem smart, say something witty about the situation but my battle, just like my common sense, was lost to her arms.

“I thought about dyeing mine, but decided against it,” I finally blurted.

It took her a second to understand that I was talking about her red hair. “Too obvious I suppose?”

“Yes.”

She nodded. “Besides, when someone calls you Red, you wouldn’t be able to tell if they really know you or they are referring to your hair.”

“Exactly! You get it.” When I noticed that my palm had instinctively reached out to tap her playfully on the arm, that same arm I had been fantasizing about, it was already too late to stop the movement. I watched, slightly entranced, as my fingers made contact with her, and my goosebumps rose while my arousal leaked.

“So you did not dye your hair,” she quietly murmured while lowering her eyes toward the newly formed contact between us.

“I did not dye my hair.” I quickly retrieved my hand. My fingers felt naked now without her skin beneath them.

“That’s hardly a secret though.”

“It wasn’t meant to be.”

“Oh, so you won’t reciprocate my wildly inappropriate information-sharing incident?” She smiled again, devilishly.

“I fully intend to avoid that hairy debate.” I tried to keep a serious attitude but my joy over the brilliant wordplay was too obvious to contain. My lips curled up into a smile.

She threw her head back and laughed again. I basked in the glory of the moment. It was the fourth time, I counted, and the third one triggered by me. If I kept trying, I may have enough in me to earn a dozen more of those priceless gifts.

“Your ability to spin words doesn’t get you out of this, Red.” She shook her index finger. “You owe me a secret and I fully intend to collect it.”

“Alright. But I can’t think of anything now,” I lied. “We’ll circle back to it later.”

“Oh I’ll make sure we do,” she partially caved. “So France, eh? I knew there was something different about your accent.”

“Ah oui!”

Her eyes shone instantly. “I have a thing for French,” she admitted. “The language, the accent, the attitude, they get to me.”

“Really?” I asked while rolling my R like it was my life’s mission.

“This is not fair!” She tapped her hand on the bar, faking outrage in a desperate attempt to conceal her blush.

“Mais pourquoi?” If my perfect French was my chance to win her over, I was dead set on seizing every advantage.

She fixed her eyes on mine and started fanning her face with her hand. I smiled proudly and waited for her to find her words again. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

My grin widened in an inaudible admission that, in fact, I knew exactly what I was doing to her and I planned on doing more of it. But I stayed silent this time, teasingly.

When she realized that I wasn’t going to say anything, she straightened her back and called my bluff. “Alright, I’ll play the game. Can you please say something in French? Anything really. You can tell me that you forgot and left your bursa escort bayan dishwasher on for all I care, I won’t understand a word.”

If we were playing that game, I definitely had to throw a few more cards on the table. In that brief moment, all of my shyness and insecurities were gone, and I was in complete control of every muscle in my body. I leaned toward her, placed my hand on her thigh, brought my lips to her ear, and whispered with my most French and husky tone, “J’ai envie de toi.”

A shudder coursed through her. It reverberated in her spine, slightly shaking her head, and descended to her feet, making the hand that I had on her thigh tremble. My heart stopped beating, my breath caught, and every single organ in my body took a hiatus from its regular function to enjoy this rare moment of superiority, this brief instant where I owned every single cell and atom of her.

Then, encouraged by its success thus far, my hand traveled higher and inwardly on her thigh, almost reaching the juncture with her lower abdomen. “J’ai vraiment envie de toi,” I repeated in her ear then, finally succumbing to my cowardly nature, I retreated.

My hand went directly to the scotch glass, anxious to hold anything, to not feel useless now that it wasn’t on her anymore. The cold of the glass shook my senses, contrasting with my adrenaline rush and the warmth of her touch. I tried not to look at her, not to agonize over her reaction. I had to stay serene, pretend that this hadn’t just happened, that I hadn’t admitted my attraction to her in such an overt move, that I hadn’t basically assaulted her without her consent.

“I will give you back this paper, which I hope you won’t need anymore, and bid you adieu.” Michael was standing behind us, arm outstretched, waiting for me to take the paper back.

I had almost forgotten all about that. My eyes darted to hers, then we both looked at the folded white A4, and back at each other. My hands were faster, as they flew and grabbed it before she even had time to raise hers.

I saw Michael curtsey awkwardly from the corner of my eye. “I believe I am leaving you in very gentle and friendly hands,” were his last words before walking away. I was so busy panicking while making the paper disappear as fast as possible that I didn’t say goodbye.

Suddenly a new hand entered my exponentially narrowing field of vision. She placed it on top of mine, which was folding the paper further and shoving it into my clutch in one swift and clumsy movement. “What’s the paper for?”

“Nothing important,” I lied.

“Oh no. No no no. You are not getting away with this,” she gently tapped on my hand.

“Nope. Not going to play this game.” My answer was brutal and unequivocal, cut and dried.

“I recall you owing me a secret. I want that paper.” She tugged gently and plastered a devilishly cute smile on her face.

Realizing that she wasn’t going to let it go, literally or figuratively, I tried to dissuade her through deflection, by downplaying the paper’s importance. I took it out of my clutch, placed it on the bar in front of us, and said nonchalantly, “You’re wasting your secret on this paper?”

“Yes,” came the very firm affirmative.

“I’m telling you, there’s nothing important there. Pick something else,” I took my hand away and left the paper unattended. This was my last bluff, and I barely stopped myself before caving, grabbing it, and running away.

“I want this,” she kept her hand near it but didn’t make a move yet. “If it’s nothing then it’s too bad for me and you’ll be free.”

“Alright,” I pushed once more, hoping against all hope that it would work this time. “But trust me, you’re wasting your secret on nothing.”

She smiled, finally back to her regular assertive self. My few seconds of superiority were long since forgotten, the vibrations in the air around us only caused by the music and crowd, and no longer by the shudder I had provoked in her.

She reached out her hand, eyes fixed on me, observing my every reaction. I struggled not to flinch, although internally, I was trembling like a leaf on a windy day. She finally grabbed it and unfolded it. I looked away, embarrassed and terrified. Why did I let her have it?

“I’ve never kissed a girl before.” She read the words that betrayed my deepest secret. “Will you,” she stammered, “be,” her voice caught in her throat, “my first?”

I looked at the dancefloor but saw nothing beyond the glassy dark filter that had now imbued my eyes. All of my insecurities came rushing inside me in an avalanche of unspoken words and denied feelings, a tornado of confused years and unresolved fears.

You know how the most obvious solution is sometimes the hardest to find? That was my life’s story. Actually, I hadn’t been asking the right question to begin with, and when I did and finally found the answer, it all made sense in a terrifyingly clear way. Had I spent my entire teenage life and the first years of my adult one in blissful ignorance or in subconscious denial? I don’t know. What I knew was that despite growing up as the one person who had the curiosity to explain and understand everything and everyone, I had inexplicably failed to understand myself until my late twenties.

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