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The cold air blew into the cottage seconds before Angela, Monica, and Danielle stormed into the log cabin. The heat coming from the furnace was a welcoming touch to their pink skin and goose-bump covered flesh. Long johns, thermal socks, plaid shirts, winter coats, hats and gloves had barely kept the three girls from freezing, yet they had all insisted on going out and making snow angels and snowmen for the cottage’s front lawn. Clumps of snow fell onto the floor, as the three girls quickly peeled off the wet layers that kept them chilled and frozen.

“Coffee — coffee — coffee,” Angela muttered as she hurried over to the kitchen counter and poured a generous helping of the dark brew into her and Monica’s mug. Danielle grabbed the thermal container that held rich hot chocolate and poured herself a large cup’s worth.

The three of them spent several minutes alternating between drinking down the steaming brews and holding the stoneware mugs within their chilled grasps. Eventually when they all felt as if their bodies were ready to move beyond the kitchen, they all went into the living room, where Danielle started a fire.

Angela snuggled against her lover Monica and watched the other woman as she poked and prodded the fireplace. She glanced up and caught Monica staring at Danielle’s round ass and full bosom. “Careful love, you’re drooling.”

Monica smirked, shrugged her shoulders and chuckled. “You’re no saint,” she whispered, before clearing her throat and turning her attention toward Danielle. “So you and Karen are definitely finished?”

Danielle sighed, nodded her head and took a seat next to the other women. She angled her body so she faced the couple. “Yeah.” Her voice was low and gave away the disappointment she felt.

“Well, I for one am glad,” Angela muttered before taking a long drink of her coffee.

“Angie!” Monica scolded.

“What?” Angela asked. She looked at Monica and then at Danielle. “Look, you’ve been way more reasonable about all this than I would have been,” she said to Danielle. “If Monica had told me she wanted six months of one-on-one time with someone else to see if there was anything there, I’d have bitch slapped her and sent her packing.”

Danielle nodded her head in understanding.

“Angela, they’d been together three years,” Monica said, hoping to come to Danielle’s defense.

“One of those three though had been spent with her cheating on me,” Danielle admitted.

The other two women both sighed. “We didn’t know,” Angela said, followed by Monica nodding her head in agreement. “If we had we would have told you, or at least hinted that something wasn’t right.”

“I know. I actually suspected her of it long before she told me, but I just wasn’t ready to accept it,” Danielle shared.

“Shit like that is never easy,” Angela told her. She reached over and squeezed Danielle’s knee, allowing the touch to remain longer than necessary. Her gaze traveled slowly over Danielle’s body. When she reached the woman’s dark blue eyes, she smiled. “We’re here for you,” she told her, “and no matter what that slut’s new bitch says, you are beautiful, sexy, charming, and a great person. Don’t forget that,” she whispered, before leaning over and kissing her on the forehead. “And did I mention sexy?” she asked, chuckling softly, before giving Danielle a wink and rising from the sofa. “I’m off to take a long hot bubble bath. You girls behave,” she looked back at Monica and added, “don’t start without me.”

Monica rolled her eyes, laughed and shooed her lover away. When she was alone with Danielle, she tucked her legs up under her and settled against the arm rest of the couch, allowing the distance between her and Danielle to remain empty. “How are you doing? Really?”

Danielle took a deep breath. “It’s gotten easier,” she admitted. “Though in the beginning I was so angry, hurt, lost, and alone. Those things Angela said, about me being ‘beautiful and charming’ — I felt that way when I was with Karen. I’ve never felt that way before her and… .”

“And you don’t feel that way now?” Monica tilted her head and stared at the other woman. Danielle’s blue eyes were moist with tears that were threatening on spilling down her freckled cheeks. Her red hair was a curly mess and her lips, still more crimson hued than usual, because of the weather, quivered. “Aw baby, you’re all those things and more.”

Monica rose from the couch and closed the space between her and Danielle. She wrapped the woman in her arms and held her close as Danielle cried. Cooing sounds of support fell easily from her lips, as did ones of encouragement. When Danielle pulled away, Monica stood up. “How about some wine?” she asked, moving toward the small wine cooler that was tucked in the far corner of the kitchen.

“Sure,” Danielle whispered. Her gaze shifted back and forth from the fireplace, where the logs crackled and snapped, to her former college roommate. Monica’s black hair hung in ringlets down her back. The ends tickled her round ass cheeks as she gorukle escort walked around the small room, readying their drinks. “How do you do it?”

“Do what?” Monica asked as she poured a glass of red wine.

“How do you and Angela stay so committed and yet you both willingly bring in other partners?” Danielle asked. Her cheeks reddened at her question, but she was curious to know what she’d done wrong.

Monica walked over, offered Danielle her glass of wine and reclaimed her place on the couch. “It’s never been an issue because we’ve always been honest about it. We’ve shared lovers and had our own lovers on the side since the beginning of our relationship. It’s just something we both want.”

“You’re lucky,” Danielle whispered.

After Karen had confessed to Danielle’s accusations and Danielle had time to digest it all, the two of them spent a lot of time talking about bringing Holly, Karen’s lover, into their apartment. Danielle agreed and for two months the three of them lived together. Karen claimed to devote equal time to both women, but Danielle had almost immediately felt like the third wheel. She had willingly fucked the other girl, hoping that her acceptance of the situation would become easier once she had become intimate with Holly. But whether it was just the two of them, or all three of them, the ending was still the same, Danielle was left feeling empty and out of her league.

Danielle took a day off of work and asked Karen to make a choice between her and the other woman. Karen had told her she couldn’t and asked for six months of one-on-one time with Holly. Danielle gave in, clinging to that last strand of hope that Karen dangled in front of her. When Karen picked Holly, Danielle’s world collapsed around her.

She missed several days of work, so much so that her employer actually showed up at her apartment and gave her notice that if she didn’t makes some changes she’d be unemployed. Danielle returned to work, but that was all she did. It wasn’t until Angela showed up on her doorstep, needing a place to stay while her and Monica’s apartment was being remodeled. Monica had gotten lucky, her employer needed her overseas during the renovations, so Angela moved in. It took a lot of convincing and some strong arming, but soon Angela had Danielle out and about turning heads and smiling again.

“She told me about you and her,” Monica said, suddenly interrupting Danielle’s musings.

Danielle’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“About her putting the moves on you and you pushing her away. She said you were worried about what I’d think,” Monica told her. “Why? You’ve known for years that Angie and I have no qualms about our lovers. She knows the rules, as do I and you — you’re definitely a ‘go for it’ lay,” Monica said with a wink.

The freckles on Danielle’s cheeks faded with the brightening of her cheeks. “I — I just felt that,” she licked her lips, took a sip of her wine, and swallowed the fruity concoction, “well — that you should be there too,” Danielle confessed.

Monica’s lips rose in a grin. “Oh really?” she asked, her voice took on a confident air.

Danielle nodded her head and chewed on her lower lip. Her chest rose and fell as she took in great gulps of air. Her gaze darted from Monica’s hands to her feet, and then back to her hands. “Why haven’t we three ever — well, you know.”

“Honestly, we wanted too. The two have us have wanted to cross that bridge many a time, but you never seemed opened to it. Whenever we mentioned one of our group nights, or one of our one-on-one moments with someone other than one another, you shied away and looked well — disgusted with us,” Monica told her.

Danielle shook her head. “No, if anything I was jealous and a little hurt that you hadn’t asked me.”

Monica sipped at her wine, as she stared at the woman before her. She could hear Angela bellowing out some pop song and knew that her “don’t start without me” command had been more serious than playful. She took a deep breath and smiled. “You don’t just ask someone, not when they’re putting off the vibes you were putting off.”

“I understand,” Danielle whispered. She finished her wine, placed her glass on the table and tucked her feet under her, while chewing nervously on the inside of her cheek. “And now?”

A long puff of air left Monica’s lungs as she fought an inner war with herself. Again she was forced to clear her throat; the desire to be with someone new and share her with Angela was building to a level she’d not felt in a long time. “We’d consider it,” she told her. “But it’ll have to be your move. Neither of us are going to push you into something you don’t want.” She rose from the couch and headed back to the kitchen, pausing to look back. “You’re healing from a pretty big heartache and what you’re asking — well, you need to make sure you know the difference between what you had with Karen and what you’ll have with us.” She left Danielle to her thoughts, depositing her glass in the kitchen and altıparmak eskort bayan heading back toward her and Angela’s bedroom.

The logs in the fireplace continued to burn and the wind outside picked up. Danielle walked over to the window that overlooked the lake. The snow blew haphazardly about and the froze lake glistened. She wrapped her arms around herself and thought about what Monica had said.

When Angela had invited her to the lake cottage for a couple of weeks before Christmas, she’d jumped at the chance. The two women had been on her mind since she had agreed to let Holly in on her and Karen’s relationship. During her time with the two women, she had hoped to get a sense of what Monica and Angela had, yet it was never there.

She wanted to witness an honest love again as well as be a part of it. Wouldn’t it make perfect sense that she experience that with the two women she’d trust with her life. She wasn’t being told to do it or their friendships would be over, she was being given a real choice. There was no pressure to join the two women and if she declined, neither of them would caste her off.

“Where’s my girl?”

Danielle turned around and smiled. Angela stood, wrapped in a thick white robe. Her damp hair hung straight, the wet ends caressed her shoulders. “She headed to bed,” Danielle answered. “How was your bath?”

“Too good,” Angela admitted. “I’m heading that way too. Wanna join us?” Angela said, grinning wide and raising her brows up and down.

Danielle chuckled. “Maybe later,” she said, this time laughing when Angela’s smile grew even more wide. Angelia licked her lips, winked and headed toward her and her partner’s bedroom.

The look on Angela’s face had been telling and left Danielle’s skin prickling with excitement. She turned back to the wintery scene before her and imagined Monica telling Angela about her and Danielle’s conversation. Her skin grew warm and her pulse raced. She felt the moisture of her sex slip from her smooth mound. Danielle gave herself a mental shake, smoothed her hands down the front of her sweater and took a deep breath before turning away from the window.

She took time to snuff the fire out, thinking all the while of her friends and wondering if the thought of her joining them had led to their coupling that night. Would they fantasize about her? Share with each other their desires to fuck her? A thrilling shiver rolled up and down her spine. Goosebumps blanketed her flesh as she felt the chill of desire skate across her flesh. “Down girl,” she told herself, allowing a small giggle to escape from her lips. With the lights off and the fire out, Danielle headed down the hall toward the spare bedroom that Monica and Angela had tucked her into.

~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~

The sound of Danielle closing her bedroom door caused Angela and Monica to simultaneously sigh in disappointment. “I really thought she’d be knocking on our door,” Monica admitted, before turning toward her lover.

“I told you, she’s not ready. She’ll never make the first move,” Angela whispered, before pulling back the blanket that kept Monica’s breasts covered. She reached over and slowly began to trace the darker pink flesh of Monica’s right are aureola with the edge of her fingernail. Monica moaned softly and shifted closer to her lover.

“We can’t make it for her though. She knows our rules,” Monica whispered, before sliding her hand under the blankets that still partially covered her and Angela. Her palm, soft from the lotion she applied daily, touched Angela’s hip. She slid it down, allowing her fingers to dance lazily across her partner’s round flesh. Her nails dragged along the crack of Angela’s ass causing Angela to tremble with excitement.

“I hope she comes to us before our little vacation is over,” Angela admitted, before cupping the breast she’d been teasing. She kneaded the firm globe, squeezing it with enough pressure to remind her lover that she not only knew her needs, but knew how to satisfy them.

Monica pressed herself further in the seductive touch, while allowing her fingertips to trail around Angela’s hip and across her trimmed mound. “Mm baby, that feels good,” she whispered, when Angela tweaked her nipple. A long groan of pleasure followed when Angela twisted the tiny bead and pulled it tight between her thumb and finger. “Damn, you’re soaked,” she hissed, after she slid her palm over Angela’s sex.

“I’ve been wet since inviting that tasty morsel, across the hall, to our vacation retreat,” Angela admitted. She rolled to her back and opened her legs. “You wanna clean me up?” she asked with a grin.

“Nah, I want to make you more dirty,” Monica answered before pushing the covers away and leaving both of them openly exposed to the cool air of the room. The lights of their room had been left on, allowing each woman an unhindered opportunity to view the other. Monica took the time to give a long slow assessment of Angela’s attributes. She felt the thrill of nilüfer eskort bayan seeing her lover’s chest rise and fall as she breathed. Her breasts, high on her chest, had nipples that stood erect and hard. In Monica’s mind they seemed to ache with need. She leaned over and licked around the right bud, while teasing the left with her fingers.

“Fuck that feels amazing. You’re so good to me,” Angela hissed, as she ran one hand up and down Monica’s back, encouraging her to continue. Her other hand she placed on the back of her lover’s head, and used it to push her down further into her chest.

Inwardly Monica grinned. She opened her mouth, engulfing the sensuous morsel beneath her lips. Her tongue rolled around the ridged flesh that had puckered with desire. She sucked hungrily on Angela’s nipple, drawing the tender bead deeper into her mouth, before allowing it to pop out. It’s twin was soon treated to the same erotic torture, forcing Angela to gasp and moan in pleasure. “Fuck baby, you’re making me so fuckin’ wet.”

“You already were.”

Angela chuckled, opened her legs wider and lifted her lover’s head from her breasts. “Get down there and clean me up then,” she said, in a deep lustful voice.

Monica smirked. “I will — if you will.”

“Fuck yes!” Angela gasped.

Seconds were barely wasted as Monica turned herself on the bed, position her nimble body above her partners. She stared at the trimmed pussy that was sodden with juice. The fragrance of sex wafted up to her. Her stomach growled and her abdomen tightened. Her body knew what it needed and Angela was there willingly giving her what it craved. “You smell wonderful,” she told her, before spreading open her lover’s lips. The wave of perfumed flesh made her shiver. She lowered her mouth and began to lick and suck up the clear fluids that coated Angela’s pussy.

Angela’s head fell to the side as she gave into the waves of pleasure that came one right after the other as Monica licked her sex. For a moment she allowed herself to feel the sparks of electricity that each swipe of Monica’s tongue brought to her heated flesh. Monica too smelled of arousal. The scent surrounded her, causing her nostrils to flare and her abdominal muscles to flex and knot. The aroma reminded her of how delicious Monica tasted. She took a deep breath, recalling the past and how wonderful it was to drink of Monica’s release, while also tasting the hints of another woman’s juices on her lips and tongue. She opened her eyes, turned her head back and spread the lips of her lover’s pussy open.

The evidence of Monica’s desire was apparent, not only by the hot liquid that had seeped free but by the hardened nub of her clit. Angela lifted her head and captured the bead between her teeth. She held it there. The pressure was firm enough to keep the pearl in place, while Angela used her tongue to whip the tender strip of flesh. She heard Monica groan, felt the heat of her lover’s breath on her pussy and lifted her hips instinctively — a quiet demand that Monica continue her assault on Angela’s sex.

The two women continued to lick, suck and taste each other until both were coming. Angela swallowed the heady perfume that lathered her tongue as did Monica. Each woman pushed their faces deeper into their lover’s mound, lapping up split honey and breathing in the erotic scents that enveloped them.

When they both were satisfied, Monica rolled over and lay on her back. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed in the fragrance of her cum on her partner’s face. Angela too moved over, sharing the flavor of the cum she’d swallowed with a kiss. Their tongues tangled with each other in a slow waltz of adoration, before Angela moved away.

Monica watched as her lover reached for the nightstand drawer. Her pussy flexed, tightening in anticipation for the strap-on that Angela and she was fond of.

~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~

Danielle shoved her fingers deeper into her pussy. Her eyelids were clenched tight as her imagination took her on a joyous ride. She had gone to bed knowing full well she was going to masturbate to the erotic images of her being fucked by both Angela and Monica. That fantasy had been leading her down paths of climatic release since Angela had spent two weeks with her in her apartment. The idea of having two tongues and ten delicate fingers dancing over her skin, while she lay there a willing victim, had been one of many dreams she’d indulged in. The fantasies had been so rewarding she couldn’t help but wonder what the real thing would be like.

When she had been with Karen and Holly she had felt two tongues and ten fingers, but it had all been done out of necessity — a way to save her dying relationship. With Angela and Monica, she knew it would be different. She trusted both women and had desired them for so long that the rush of finally being a part of their intimate circle was breathtaking. Another climax washed over her, leaving her panting and her bedsheets soaked.

She pulled her fingers out, brought the slim digits to her nose and breathed in the knowing scent of her sex before opening her mouth. Danielle washed away the evidence on her hands, only to dip her fingers back into her pussy and gather up more. She imagined feeding Monica and Angela her cum as well as tasting theirs’ on her lips, tongue and throat.

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She called me, sounding desperate. I was surprised to hear from her. It had been a while since we last talked. She asked me to come over. Said that she had to talk to me, but wanted it to be face to face. On my way to her house, I wondered what was so important that she couldn’t say over the phone.

I walked up to her porch, noticing that her blinds were lowered and closed. I heard her voice call me to enter. I came into the living room, and took off my shoes; setting them by the door. It was lit with candles, casting a soft light everywhere. She came from the hallway, dressed in a dark blue silk gown and black thigh highs.

She knew that I loved to see her in lingerie. Her skin is as pale as mine, but has cool tones to match her raven, blue-black hair. Her hair is sleek and long, but tonight it is piled up on her head in an intricate knot. She has it held in place with hair sticks; the crystals dangling from the ends of them refract the candlelight, and throw prisms everywhere.

I was irritated that she wasn’t honest with me. I had made it clear to her that it was a desired trait in my lovers. I knew my displeasure was written on my face. I wasn’t interested in hiding it. “Why the subterfuge,” I asked.

She looked down at the ground, and considered her answer. I walked over to her, placed my thumb on her chin and my hand on the side of her throat. I pushed up, forcing her eyes to mine. “I asked you a question. I expect an answer.”

I could smell her arousal. It always reminded me of apricot nectar. My nostrils flared as I breathed her in more deeply. I could feel my anger subsiding, as my own desire made itself known. “I wasn’t sure that you would come.”

Her pink lips parted under my scrutiny. Her black, almond shaped eyes searched mine. “Take it off.” She unties her robe, letting it fall to the ground.

She is a delicious fantasy in dark blue satin and black lace. Her small breasts are pushed up and out by a demi bra that barely covers her nipples. Her string bikini sits on delicately rounded hips. The ribbons from her garter belt holds her thigh highs up. I pull the ribbon with my finger, letting it snap back into place.

I reach my escort bayan hand down, and slide my fingers over her panties. They are damp. It excites me, and I push in a little bit to tease her. She pushes herself against my hand wanting more. “No, I think that you will have to show me how much you want it.”

I remove my hands from her. She steps closer to me. I feel her hands at my jeans undoing the button and zipper. Her hands are small, but her fingers are deft. She pushes my jeans down to the ground. As I step out of them, she bends down to grab them, and swipes at my clit with her tongue. “Soon enough, you will be able to have all you want of that.”

As she folds my jeans, I take my shirt and bra off. I hand them to her, watching her make quick work of the task. She sets them on the table by the door. “Please sit down,” she says, as she indicates the floor in front of the couch. The carpet is soft against my skin, and the couch’s heavy cushions are comfortable to rest against.

I crook my finger at her. She kneels in front of me. I reach behind her, and undo the clasp of her bra. As it falls down her shoulders, her breasts bounce like they are happy to be free of their confinement. I lick her delicate nipples, as I slide her bra from her arms. I put it on the couch behind me.

I lick her nipples, and undo the straps of her garter. They tighten against my tongue. I trace circles around them as I undo her garter belt. Her stockings slide down her legs gracefully, and she pulls them off. I let her breasts fill my hands, and suckle them until she gets all squirmy. I have forgiven her, but I will exact a price for her transgression.

I gently drag my nails under her breasts as I take my hands away from her. I cup her pussy with my hand, and massage it. The scent of warm, liquid apricots greets my nostrils. I can feel my own pussy get puffy and wanting.

I lean back against the cushions. I see her eyes looking at my wetness. “Do you want that,” I ask her. She nods, the tip of her tongue darts out. I squeeze my stomach together to force some liquid out, feeling it seep down my slit. Her eyes follow its path.

“Then by all means, taste what altıparmak escort bayan you desire.” I watch as she lowers her mouth to me. Her tongue licks its way from my ass to my clit, pausing to dive inside of me. Seeing her face in my vagina turns me on, and encourages her to bolder.

She places her hands against me, and spreads me apart with her thumbs. She uses the flat of her tongue, dragging it against me, and making all of my nerves come alive. She sticks her tongue in my hole, and sucks on my clit in short bursts. I press against her, encouraging her more.

As she gives my cunt attention, I smell our scents mingle. It smells delicious to me, and I want to taste her. I thread my fingers through her hair at the back of her head. She stills. I draw her head up, and lick myself off her mouth and chin. She smiles, and offers me her tongue. I suck on it, and scoot myself towards her.

I turn her around, so she is facing away from me. I pull at her panties, sawing them against her clit, before pulling them down and off of her. I reach to her, and pull her shoulders back so that she lays down. I crawl over her body, and hold myself above her face. I feel her grab my hips, and her face is there wedged between my lips; searching for nerves that are the gateway to my pleasure.

I look down at her pussy. It’s a blatant testament of how much she is enjoying our playtime. Her clit peaks out at me from under its hood. It’s all slick and glistening. I circle around it with the pad of my index finger. Her body shivers in response. I take my middle and index finger, and run them over her hole to her clit, letting her wetness coat my fingers.

“Do you want to feel my fingers? She enthusiastically nods her head against my cunt. It feels good enough, that I consider asking her again, but I ease my middle finger into her wet hole. She gasps against me, and latches onto my clit like it’s a nipple. I moan, and stroke her puss giving her time to adjust. I spread her lips with my other hand, and lap up her juices, letting my tongue tease her clit.

She pushes herself against my face and finger. Smiling, I slide my finger nilüfer eskort free. I wrap my arms around the outside of her thighs, so that my hands are holding the insides of them. I pull them apart a bit, and plant my mouth over her hole. My tongue weaves a path over her pussy, and I suck her juice up as I go. She is sopping wet, and tasting delicious.

I come up for air. What she is doing to me makes my hips grind myself against her face. I’m starting to have trouble focusing, and that won’t do. I rub my fingers against her, getting them wet, then slide two inside of her. She bucks against my fingers, and moans. I scissor my fingers inside of her, holding her body in place with my own.

She gets wetter, and opens for me. I slip a third finger in there, and curl them. Her body tightens with each stroke. I reach a little deeper, feel her muscles squeezing and shuddering around my hand. I keep the pace up until she finishes. Her orgasm has made her go nuts against me. I know that I am close as well.

I feel her hips pushing against my hand. I roll to my side, taking her with me. She is now on top. “Turn around.” She turns so that her face is close to mine. I pull the sticks out of her hair, and watch it cascade like water down her back and over my body. I pull her to me, and kiss her hard. She pulls back, and gets up off of the floor. I thread my fingers behind my head and lean back. I watch her go down the hallway. I know that she is getting a toy.

She comes back with a double headed dildo. It is small, purple, and generously ridged. I spread my legs, playing with myself, letting her see how I like to be touched. She kneels in front of me, and slides it into me. I roll my hips, adjusting to it. She kneels over me, then slides herself down onto the other end.

She rocks her body, and rolls her hips in a delicious rhythm. I watch her breasts sway as I lift my hips to meet her pace. I can feel my body tightening, preparing to shatter against the dildo that is invading me. She watches me, moving faster. I arch my back and moan as I am transported to that oblivion where logic is shattered. My hands grab her hips, and I am bucking against her. She screams, and falls against me; still thrusting her hips while she rides her own orgasm.

I brush her hair out of her face, as I hear her breathing settle down. I let my fingers trace circles on her back as she slips into the embrace of afterglow. My eyelids are drowsy, and her contentment drags me into my own.

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We are sitting in a conference room and I am bored. She is sitting in the room, she is beautiful and also seems bored.

We furtively glance at each other, and then look away; we glance again then look away. She is blond and I am brunet, she has blue eyes and mine are brown, she has a dimple on her left cheek and I have a scar above my right eye. We stare at each other; we both stand up and leave the conference.

Her room is nearer and we make for it. She fumbles with the keys, but then we are in.

Our mouths meet, lips gliding over lips, then tongues meet sliding over each other, we share saliva. I explore her teeth and note that she had marmalade on her toast. I protrude my tongue and she sucks on it greedily, I nibble her lip gently, but still draw blood.

We are naked, we stare in each other’s eyes, and our pupils are dilated. We groom each other running our fingers through each other hair and picking at imaginary bits of fluff. Our bodies are rubbing against each other, fingers exploring the others cunt. We are wet; we suck each other’s fingers. We are now sharing blood, saliva and our juices, the mix moving from mouth to mouth.

I suck on a nipple görükle escort bayan as she nibbles an earlobe. Our cunts are moving against each other; we are hungry for more.

We find the bed and use fingers and tongues to explore the minutia of each other’s cunts.

As I lick her clitoris I notice that her left inner labia is bruised, a rough lover perhaps. She nibbles my labia gently at first, and then more roughly, maybe that is how she got the bruise. I pick at a piece of dead skin and trace a vein with my tongue.

My hand is slender and I probe deep inside her. I am desperate to drink her. Her fingers explore my cunt and anus in tandem. We can feel each other’s heat and the tremors coursing through our bodies. She ejaculates and my mouth catches her sex, I am greedy in the way I suck her dry. I ejaculate and she licks me clean, I giggle at the slurping sound.

We hold each other close, just lying there. We kiss again whilst experiencing the texture of the others skin.

We are sweating heavily now and our tongues float over each other’s bodies, breasts and arms, leg and feet. She is sucking one of my toes, I inset a toe into altıparmak eskort her navel and trace out swirling patterns, my toenail cuts her a little but she does not mind. She rubs her foot along my inner thigh the skin on her heel feels rough.

We want more, we straddle each other’s our legs enclosing each other’s bodies our cunts are crossed. We thrust them together and rotate our hips, I am shaved she is not. We begin to grind with greater intensity sliding through each other’s wetness, we orgasm, but we are not satisfied. We continue our respective movements, our bodies tense and we orgasm again. Still we continue the orgasms are merging into each other and our sex flows freely over our bodies. Our bodies are joined there is no her and I just us and still we grind and orgasm again and again.

Then we stop and just lie there. We are too spent too disentangle and even if we could we have no desire to do so. She hums a sweet melody and I listen intently.

Sometime later we disentangle, shower and dress. We leave her room and return to the conference where we reclaim our seats.

Sometime later when I look, she is not there, nilüfer escort I panic. When the day’s session has finished, I approach the desk manage to enquire about the women staying in room 208, she seems perturbed.

“There is no one staying in room 208, there was meant to be. But the lady in question was killed in a car crash three days ago.”

The next thing I know I am being picked up off the floor, I had fainted.

“Are you alright madam, you look very pale?”

It cannot be, I did not imagine the encounter. I rush to the toilet, splash cold water onto my face. Then, entering a cubicle, I check my body, there are marks born of the lovemaking. I did not imagine it.

I cannot stay here any more; I back my bags and book out, a taxi takes me to the station. As I wait for my train, I replay the episode in my head, again and again. I am lost, what had happened.

Someone takes my hand, it is her, and she smiles.

“I owe you an explanation, the room was booked in the name of my sister. She was the one killed in the car crash”

“I am so sorry”

“So am I, she saw you at a conference two years back and always regretted not having the courage to approach you.”

“Oh”

“The last thing she asked of me before she died, was for me to make love to you.”

“So it meant nothing to you.”

” It meant every thing to me, up to the moment I saw you, I was sure I was going to back out, when I saw you I knew it had to be.”

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(This story takes place shortly after the previous Serena story “A Night at the Symphony”. Some familiarity with Serena from the previous stories might help move the story along.)

I was absolutely right. She did fit right in my lap. I thought she would, so that wasn’t a surprise. What was a surprise though was that she seemed to be a mighty aggressive woman who was both femme and barely five feet tall.

Her name was Nan. I had met her after a concert by the city’s Symphony Orchestra, where she occupied the position of first flute. I had enjoyed a solo performance she had done as well as meeting her after the concert and having a very pleasant chat. It was only after I got home that night that I discovered she had slipped me her name and phone number.

I had called and invited her to dinner at a favorite restaurant. She had accepted and we had met there as we lived on opposite ends of the city. For the occasion I had dressed up, well, for me anyway. The first time she had seen me I was wearing my tux. I didn’t go that far but I did wear nice slacks and a white men’s shirt and foreswore my usual sandals or work boots for black athletic shoes.

Nan looked like a little doll, good enough to eat. She wore a simple black skirt with a white blouse. Instead of heels she wore flats, showing that she felt just fine with her five foot nothing height. She was bare-legged and those legs were as cute and well-formed as I had thought they would be. I just hoped they would be long enough to wrap around my waist later.

We had a good time at dinner, and not just because I was thinking how I could position that small attractive body to best advantage. I like my women intelligent and full of conversation. Nan was both. We talked music, of course, something she loved in all forms, from the classical music she performed to Dixie-land jazz, early rock-and-roll and modern country. She poured forth her thoughts with a passion as only someone who loves an art form can. She also listened to my thoughts on my favorite music and accepted happily my repeated compliments on her skill with her flute.

From there the conversation ranged all over. We talked dance, the theatre, art, even politics. We barely paused for the food and a smiling young waitress finally left a full, and open, bottle of wine for us to refill our glasses from as the night went on. We closed the restaurant and kept talking even as the door locked behind us.

The night was warm and we were in no hurry. We had both taken cabs so there were no cars to worry about as we walked the old streets towards my shop/apartment. It took time, but it was well spent. Nan also had a keen appreciation of the Colonial architecture and the history behind the old part of the city.

Off and on during out walk, our hands brushed. Sometimes we walked close together, sometimes my sexy little date would almost dance ahead in her eagerness, and then lag behind to look intently at something. As much as I wanted to wrap her up in my arms, I was just enjoying her company too much to break the spell by any type of pass at all.

Once we arrived at my place Nan had to explore my shop. She darted from place to place, now looking at my metal sculptures, now studying my offerings of Sapphic poetry. She looked at me and said “This is WONDERFUL.” Her enthusiasm was infectious and without thinking I scooped her up in a tight hug and kissed her.

“Thank you.”

She kissed me back. “You’re welcome. Now, where’s this loft you’ve been telling me all about?”

Now I know when to lead the way upstairs, görükle escort since my loft is my living area and, more importantly, my bedroom. Once upstairs I poured us two glasses of wine, which we sipped as I gave her a quick tour. It didn’t take long. There was one moment of silence, which she broke before it could become awkward. Taking my wine glass from my hand, Nan, her eyes twinkling pushed me gently towards a chair near my bed and commanded me to sit.

As soon as I did, she hopped sideways into my lap. Her legs stretched and she kicked off her shoes. She took one last sip of wine, quickly leaned over and set the now empty glass beside the chair, holding on to me with her other hand on the back of my neck. Sitting back up, that hand pulled my face towards her and she kissed me. When my mouth opened to hers, she let the wine she held in her mouth trickle into mine. That wine was cool, and yet warm, and tasted of her and of fruit.

While we were kissing I felt her fingers at my shirt front. There was no doubt that she had done this before because it took her only moments to unfasten all the buttons right down to my slacks. Then her hands were pushing my shirt back off my shoulders and she broke off our kiss and lowered her mouth. Teeth took the top of my bra cup and insistently pulled it down until my breast came free. Then they shifted and a warm mouth slid over my nipple and then the rest of my orb.

I squirmed, even as those nimble fingers plucked my bra from my other breast and commenced to roll, tease and even lightly pinch my other nipple. It had been a long time since anyone had paid such rapt attention to my breasts and I was reveling in it. Her mouth caressed my skin and her tongue matched her fingers in bringing my nipples to a hardness that I had not felt in ages.

I don’t know why when I have sex that almost always I provide all the fore-play. Perhaps its a butch thing, perhaps its a need to be in control. Whatever it is, the petite woman in my lap was changing my views. She darted back and forth from one breast to the over. She would plunge her face between them, then slide her head down so she could lick under them and even kiss the top of my tummy. Then she was pushing my breasts together so she could go back and forth from one dark chocolate nipple to the other. She licked, she kissed, I even felt her teeth scraping my nubbins.

I was enjoying the attention so much I grunted in protest when she stopped her treatment of my breasts and kissed lower. “Stand up please,” she whispered, as she slid completely off my lap to kneel in front of the chair. I smiled. Now that was something I was familiar with and felt right back at home doing. I stood and smiled down at the petite body in front of me as she unfastened my belt and unzipped my slacks.

Normally that’s as far as I like to be undressed. I like the sight of just the shaft of my strapon sticking out. I’m not a guy and don’t want to be, but somehow is so very exciting. Most of my lovers like it that way too. But not Nan. She drew my slacks down my legs, leaned over further to untie my shoes and help me off with them, my socks and then my slacks.

Not only did she strip me but somehow she found the time to shed all of her own clothes while she did it. It was amazing. I looked down at her. She was even cuter nude than dressed. Of course I rather prefer my women that way when all is said and done. Her breasts together were barely a handful for me but they stood firm and the pink nipples that tipped them stood out proudly. Her tummy was a bit soft and eskort bayan her hips padded just a little. I liked that too. Her bottom was rounded and I caught a glimpse of a neatly trimmed triangle of black hair marking her pussy.

I was just about to reach down and capture the back of her head to guide her already open mouth to the head of my strapon when she REALLY surprised me. Now tonight I had worn one of my older models rather than the new strapless one that fit inside me. I hadn’t wanted to overpower her. I know, I know, just because she was short didn’t mean she wasn’t woman enough to handle anything I could throw at her. But I think its best to err on the side of caution.

Well it didn’t matter anyway. Those incredibly nimble fingers undid the straps and before I could protest she was tossing the harness and its attached dildo onto the chair we had just vacated. Then her hands were on my hips and she leaned forward and her mouth closed onto my pussy.

If it had been a long time since someone had paid that much attention to my breasts, it had been an eternity since someone had gone down on me. And if the very vaguely recalled last time that had happened provided even half the pleasure my little flutist’s tongue and lips were giving me now, then why in the world had I stopped? I stifled a moan and then thought “Why?” and let it out. God she was good.

Her tongue danced all over my carefully shaved pussy, sliding over and along the folds of my lips. She darted here and there, now teasing my slit, now licking the inside of my thighs. Her hands held my hips and her face was pressed tightly against me. She rained kisses on my pussy, then used her tongue to caress me.

When her tongue tip finally entered me I thought I was going to have my first orgasm right then and there. How could such a petite woman reach so deeply inside of me in one swift motion? It felt like her tongue was a foot long. Then it began to rasp in and out of me and I couldn’t help it. I pushed the back of her head deeper between my legs and came.

Nan never slowed down. She did tighten her mouth on me and the suction she produced in swallowing my juices made me think she would give an awesome blow job if I ever got at her with my strapon. But right then I didn’t care if I ever used one again. I hoped the feeling would pass though.

Two thoughts were not passing. They were connected. The first was that I had no idea what muscular control a woman who plays a wind instrument had over her lips and tongue. And that didn’t even cover her lung capacity, which she was demonstrating by holding me open with her tongue and blowing her breath up inside me, as well as over my already throbbing clit. This went on and on, until I thought I wouldn’t need to breathe on my own anymore.

The second thought, or realization perhaps, was that I was no longer in charge here. This tiny little alabaster-skinned woman was in total control of me. Scooting forward on her knees, she pushed against my hips and I walked backwards until I fell on the bed, my legs hanging over the edge.

And my butt. Fingers as short as their owner but also as strong gripped my ass cheeks and held me firmly. For just a moment I panicked. Surely she wasn’t going to attempt to… then my worries were swept away by a fresh assault by those marvelous lips and that incredible tongue.

I twisted and squirmed on the bed. This was the bed where I had taken many other women, but now I was the one being taken. And taken far away, as Nan’s tongue found my clit and played altıparmak escort it like it was an instrument itself. She rolled it, teased it, tapped it. Every touch, every caress of her tongue sent shivers right through me. I wanted to grab her head, force her into myself, but all I could do was hang on for the ride of my life.

It didn’t take long again. Those lips closed on my hard pearl, throbbing and feeling like it had grown to incredible proportions. That tongue lashed the tip and I was squealing. SQUEALING. The orgasm nearly blew my head off.

Before the waves could even begin to settle down I found out just how Nan planned on releasing herself. She almost sprang from her knees and in one swift movement fell on top of me, her petite body moving against mine. She kissed me and I tasted myself for the first time in ages. Her pussy ground on mine, her rock-like nipples dug into my full breasts.

That tiny part of my mind that remained detached wanted to protest, wanted to deny what was happening, and desperately wanted to watch. Still kissing the tasty lips crushed against mine, I managed to glance to one side just enough to catch a good view of us in the mirror.

God. It was everything I thought it would be, everything I almost feared it would be. There I was, the tall, well-built, muscular black butch being wildly girlfucked by a nearly tiny white woman. I couldn’t look away, especially when she reared up on her arms and began to slam that dark wet triangle against me as though she was trying to push herself inside me.

“Nan! Good GODDDDDDD!” Now I was screaming. I thought this was nearly the most perverse thing I had ever seen. Femme fucks butch. And I loved it. I never wanted it to end. I thrust up with my hips, nearly throwing Nan’s petite body in the air. But she always landed right back against me. I felt her juices flowing, running against me, mingling with mine and then my sexy musician was matching me cry for cry and falling down on top of me where we held each other through the shudders and spasms until our bodies finally relaxed and the two of us fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning to the sounds of singing from the kitchen area. I must say that what I consider to be my broad range of experience with other females has never included a morning serenade that consisted of the “Gualtier Maldè” aria from Verdi’s “Rigoletto”. So my flutist could sing, and in Italian too.

Those thoughts were swept aside by passions of the body. Not that kind of passion, although Nan appeared and looked delicious wearing nothing more than an old shirt of mine. Rather I was enticed by the aroma of bacon wafting from the stove and Nan’s declaration “Come and get it.” I sprang from the bed, pleased with the approving gaze my little date gave my nude body, snatched up yet another shirt and donned it as I padded to the table.

Yum. Bacon, eggs, biscuits dripping with butter and strawberry jam. I dug in. Nan matched me bite for bite. Where did she put all of it? In the midst of the meal, she proceeded to stun me again.

“We’re going shopping this morning. After you finish, get dressed while I do the dishes.”

“Shopping?”

“Clothes shopping.” Ignoring my dropped jaw, she went on blithely. “That tux is great, and I liked your outfit yesterday but you are going to have to dress up a bit occasionally and you don’t have anything in between formal and casual. So we’re going to get you something nice.”

I tried to argue. What was going on? Was this petite woman suddenly going to try to rearrange my comfortable life? And why was I going along with it? Because thirty minutes later we were dressed and headed out the door with my making a last ditch attempt to assert myself.

“You are NOT getting me in a dress and that’s FINAL!”

I hoped I was as confident as I sounded.

(The End)

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‘Ok chick, take the rest of the week off,’ said Carol. ‘Everything’s in hand here. The boss is very impressed with the last couple of weeks’ worth of your work, so he’ll be fine with it, don’t worry. I’ll spin something.’

“Thanks Carol. I owe you…ok…will do. Bye Carol, and thanks.” Seema popped her ‘phone back in her pocket. She drew her arm across her forehead and looked about the room. She had finished cleaning the kitchen, wiping all the surfaces until they shone like new, and she had just finished hovering. Simran was busy cleaning her shower and toilet, double scrubbing to remove any trace of her uncle Mo’. A large black bin-bag full of Simran’s entire collection of underwear, as well as her bedclothes, lay slumped on the floor next to the apartment door.

It was mid-morning, and they had been at it for nearly two hours. They had risen early, washed quickly and left Seema’s apartment to catch an early-bird bus towards Checkley’s. There, they picked up Simran’s little white ford standing forlorn in the car park, and driven to her flat. Later, Simran had called her line manager at work and profusely apologised for her absence, explaining the situation in lurid detail. Seema was thankful that everything seemed to be ok. Simran’s line manager must another ‘Carol’, thought Seema.

Seema’s face was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration and she already felt the need to have a shower and wash her hair. But, they had certainly made a good job of it. Seema felt both pleased and disappointed; Simran wanted her flat to be spick and span because she wanted to be able to use it without thinking of her uncle. This meant the prospect of having Simran living with her was still a distant one; for now. Simran had broached the subject of cohabitation several times, but Seema realised that she was being cautious, not wanting to rush things.

“Which is good. It means she’s taking the prospect seriously. Patience, Seema,” Seema whispered to herself. She turned towards the sounds of industrious and over-zealous scrubbing. “Babe?” she called.

The scrubbing stopped. There was a loud sniff. “Yeah?” Simran called.

“I’m just going to take the bin-bag down to the bins, ok?”

“Ok. Thanks sexy!” Simran called. The vigorous scrubbing started again.

Seema smiled, hoisted the bin bag over her shoulder and made her way down the five flights of stairs and around to the rear entrance of the block of flats. The big bins were lined up against the wall either side of the rear door. The first thing Seema spotted as she pushed and propped the door open was Simran’s little white Ford in the rear car park which served all the tenants in Simran’s block and the three others. Parked right next to it was a black Mercedes, polished to a shine with gleaming silver alloys sitting within low profile tyres.

Seema would have thought nothing of it; many of the tenants in these blocks were city business men and women occupying well paid positions, and consequently many of the vehicles that were parked here were big and sleek. But, the car park was empty, save for the Ford and the Mercedes. Why was it parked right next to Simran’s car, Seema wondered.

As she peered at the sleek motor, she saw movement behind the tinted glass windscreen. Suddenly, the engine was fired, reverse gear engaged and the driver floored the accelerator. The car shot backwards in a screeching wide arc before gunning forwards towards the car park exit, leaving behind an acrid cloud of burnt-rubber smoke. And then, the area was silent and empty, save for the little white Ford faithfully waiting.

Seema swallowed, recalling Jake’s ominous words on the answer machine. She quickly dumped the plastic bag in a bin, shut the door and bounded back up the stairs. The door to Simran’s flat was open.

“Sim!” Seema called as she lunged through the door. The loud and rhythmic scrub-scrub of the brush came from the shower room. It stopped.

“Seem?” Simran popped her head around the shower room door before standing up. “You ok?”

Relief coursed through Seema. She immediately felt a little silly. “Yeah…yeah,” she said, a lopsided grin on her face. “I’ve done the bags.”

“Ok…” Simran smiled as she came towards Seema. “Thanks babe. I’ve pretty much finished in here. I think I’ve scrubbed the enamel off.” She chuckled and stuck her bottom lip out to blow an errant wave of hair from her cheek. In the end, she had to flick at it. Her face flushed a deep red. “What?” she asked bashfully.

Seema could stare at Simran all day long. Despite the gloss of perspiration on her flushed face, despite her hastily tied hair with a pony-tail sitting at a jaunty angle and despite the strong whiff of disinfectant from her washing-up gloves, to Seema she was just perfect.

“You know…if I was a guy, right now I’d probably say something incredibly romantic about ‘taking you roughly over the kitchen sink’!”

Simran laughed. “What, even though I stink!”

Seema nodded and chuckled. She turned serious. “Sim…there was a car parked right next to yours…it disappeared pretty quickly when I went escort bayan bursa out…”

“Honey, you’re still spooked by what Jake said? Don’t be,” Simran said as she pulled her rubber gloves off. She walked through to the kitchen and started washing her hands. “What can uncle Mo’ do? Really, what can he do?”

“I don’t know honey, but~”

“But nothing Seem.” Simran dried her hands and walked over to Seema. She draped her arms around Seema’s shoulders and kissed her lips. “Don’t worry love.”

Seema reached behind herself and poked around in the back pocket of her jeans. Her fingers brushed against a folded piece of paper.

“Do these numbers mean anything to you?” she asked as she withdrew the crumpled and warm piece of paper. She unfolded it and gave it to Simran.

Simran uncoiled her arms from around Seema’s shoulders. She peered at the numbers, mouthing them as she read. She frowned. “Nope. What are they?”

Seema took the paper, folded it and slipped it back in her pocket. “Dunno.” She was about to change the subject when Simran sighed and gave her a knowing look.

“Seem…is this some sort of cryptic crap from Jake?” she asked, her head to one side. Seema glanced sideways. “Seem, stop fretting, please. Why are you taking Jake seriously? And this disc he’s sent…if he’s sent anything…what will be on that? Probably nothing…an album by K T bloody Tunstall?”

Seema frowned. Deja vu was a strange feeling at the best of times, but…

“Seem,” Simran sighed. “I think after what happened yesterday…Uncle Mo’ will stay well clear…and I think he’ll actually pay Mum and Dad back, you know. I think my Dad’s right. I should let him deal with it. He’s obviously got something on Mo’. So … stop worrying honey. Please.”

Simran pecked Seema on the lips and turned towards her bedroom, vacuum cleaner in hand. Seema watched as she disappeared into her little boudoir. She frowned and sighed. Maybe Sim’s right, she thought, and walked to the kitchen to fill a glass with water for some much needed fluid replenishment.

#

Shopping with Simran was a joyous experience. As they wandered arm in arm from shop to supermarket to shop and to more shops, Seema felt fantastic. It was companionship beyond measure; belonging, loving, happiness and a wonderful glimpse of the future with Simran.

They had shared a big salad sub and a glass of iced tea together and were on the last leg of their shopathon. A backpack each carried the food they had purchased to replenish Simran’s fridge and cupboards, new bedclothes for her bedroom, some cleaning products to replace the huge amount used to fumigate Simran’s flat and a few DVDs for them to watch together at some point. Lastly, but definitely not least as far as Seema was concerned, was the underwear shopping. Simran had ended up throwing all of her undergarments away, thinking that Mo’ could have blotted them all.

“Wow, Sim…you’d look good in those,” Seema giggled girlishly as Simran held up a pair of black thongs. She wasn’t surprised to feel a tingle in her crotch.

Simran winked. “All for you, sexy girl! In fact, I should probably let you choose my underwear.”

“Hmm…in which case, don’t buy any…I want you commando all the time.” Their bawdy giggles drew some looks from the prim-faced, and probably heterosexual shop assistants. Simran hastily took her huge selection of items and paid for them; a complete wardrobe of panties, bras, socks and stockings, all packed tightly in the remaining spaces of their backpacks.

Tired from their shopping expedition, they leant against one another, rocking from side to side as the bus trundled on its journey back towards Simran’s flat.

“Sim,” Seema said softly.

“Mmm…”

“How do you fancy going out for a meal tonight? My treat.”

Simran lifted her head from Seema’s and turned to look at her. “You know, I’ve always wanted us to go out for a meal together. Before we…before everything came out in the open…I really wanted to suggest we go out for a meal. I always thought you’d think me a weirdo if I asked.”

Seema recalled the diary on Simran’s bedside table. “You should have asked,” Seema whispered, leaning forward to rub the tip of her nose on Simran’s.

Simran smiled. “Ok. Cool! A meal it is. Where shall we go? And, by the way, I will pay, my treat, no argument.”

“Hmm…we’ll go Dutch, and no argument.” Seema chuckled. “Where do you want to go honey?”

Simran sat up and suddenly became animated. “Well, I always wanted to take you to this fab restaurant I know near – “

Seema smiled and sighed blissfully as she listened to Simran talk of the restaurant she must have been thinking about whilst writing in her diary. ‘I am the happiest girl on this planet,’ thought Seema.

#

After the clean-up was finished to Simran’s satisfaction, it was decided that the meal would be treated as a date. Their first date, to be precise. So, they would dress for each other, spend time deliberating over what to wear, what shoes would complement their chosen dresses, bursa sinirsiz eskort which lipstick with which eye shadow. And Simran would pick her date up and drive her to the restaurant. Seema felt both excited and a little nervous; a heady mixture which made her tummy flutter.

“So…,” Simran said slowly as she pulled her car into the car park next to Seema’s apartment block. “This means that one of us will be obliged to ask the other in for a ‘coffee’ which, in turn, will lead to unbelievably hot love-making…” She grinned.

“But, honey,” Seema said innocently, pulling at her lower lip. “You know I don’t go all the way on the first date.”

Simran’s enthusiastic laugh was infectious.

“I’ll pick you up at seven thirty then, ok?” Simran giggled.

“Lovely,” whispered Seema.

For a moment they were happy just gazing at each other. They kissed before Seema got out. Simran tooted her horn until she was out of sight. Seema skipped up the steps and on to the path next to the newly planted trees. As she unlocked her door, she peered back towards the car park and then towards the main road across from the tended green, still smelling of fresh bark chips and recently cut grass. She laughed to herself, wondering what she was looking for exactly. There was no sign of a sleek black Mercedes.

As she pushed the door open, there was a light scraping sound on the floor as something was brushed aside. The object was a flat jiffy bag. She picked it up and as she shut her door she read the label. It was addressed to her, in Jake’s scrawl.

“Earlier than expected,” she said. She half expected another message from Jake, considering his last message had been cut off. But the red LED flashed a reassuring zero. Seema’s thumb hovered over the seal, ready to peel it back. But, she resisted. She decided to forget the package until tomorrow. All she wanted to do now was get ready for her first date.

With Simran, her true love.

#

Seema wallowed luxuriously in her bath. She had decided to go the whole hog; soothing patchouli bath oils in abundance, four scented candles around the edge of the bath, with the lights out, of course, and her CD Radio playing some slow and easy deep house in the background. She felt a mixture of excitement at the prospect of their date, and a slight melancholy at being apart from Simran. This spicy combination of emotions was added to by a little relish at the thought of unrushed love-making to cap off what was sure to be a fabulous evening.

Absentmindedly, Seema ran her fingers through the dense mound of her pubic hair, squeezing her buttocks together to give herself a jolt of pleasure. Once again she found herself fantasising, imagining Simran naked and about to reach her climax. Seema closed her eyes and filled her mind with the image of Simran’s face, animated and flushing a deep red as she held her breath in the throes of ecstasy, climaxing to the flicking of Seema’s tongue.

“You’re so beautiful,” whispered Seema. Her fingers had somehow found her furrow, softened by the hot water, with delicate lips splayed pink. She kept her fingers away from her clitoris, for she felt, for the first time ever, that she could climax by just thinking of her lover.

With her fingers, Seema rhythmically pressed her mound, pushing it towards her clitoris. The slight pressure this exerted on her button was all she needed. A few minutes later, her climax crept up on her, building from an almost imperceptible tug deep within her sex. Wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body as her pussy clenched and unclenched, and although it was an almost subdued climax, the duration took Seema by surprise.

#

Seema turned from side to side, examining herself in the long mirror. On her bed were three dresses that she had deliberated over for some time. Since she and Simran had been spending time at the gym, Seema had definitely lost a little weight. The black dress she was wearing proved this beyond doubt.

“Wow,” she said as she brushed her hands down the sides of her dress. “Almost a size down. Cool!”

It sat just above her knees, and hugged her body. Due to its thin straps, Seema had to wear a strapless bra, which she wasn’t too confident about. She leant forward, keeping an eye on her reflection.

“Damn. I’m nearly falling out of it.” She tugged at her bra and repeatedly leant over, but she still almost billowed out every time. “I’ll just have to stand up straight all the time.” She giggled, pleased that she was able to get into her black dress.

Choice of shoes was easy. Seema only had one pair of ‘going out’ shoes. They were high heeled suede leather shoes that only saw the light of day for special occasions. She hadn’t even worn them for Jake.

She decided to leave her hair natural, with a slight curl at the ends, just above her shoulders. As for make-up, Seema decided to go a little further than she would normally. Just for Simran.

#

Seema sat on the arm of the sofa, tapping her feet to an unknown rhythm. She had her clutch escort bayan bag and a thin black shawl draped over her arm. It was 7.25pm. She laughed at herself. Her stomach was knotting in anticipation. She was nervous. This was, after all, their first date. Seema shivered as her emotions threatened to boil over. She took her cell phone out of her clutch, thumbed her password and turned the front camera on, checking herself one last time.

Then, faintly at first, but increasing in volume as they approached her front door, there were footsteps; someone in heels, lightly clacking on the concrete. Seema jumped up, and tottered awkwardly to the door, before the knock had even sounded.

Seema opened the door wide. There was a long, electric pause.

“Wow…”

“Oh my gosh, wow…”

Seema stared, her jaw well and truly dropped. Simran stood in the doorway, wearing the blue dress that Seema had seen hanging in her wardrobe. Seema hadn’t noticed it being a strapless affair, and so body hugging. Simran’s gentle curves were perfectly accentuated. The delicate bones of her shoulders stood out just the right amount, and falling to within just a few inches of her moderate cleavage was a silver chain with a heart shaped locket. The subtle scent of the perfume Seema had bought her a while ago wafted towards Seema.

Seema’s gaze wandered down past the hem of Simran’s blue dress, over her knees and down to her shoes. These were very high heels which accentuated Simran’s smooth calves. Simran had painted her toe nails a light blue. Seema’s gaze wandered back up. Simran had left her hair down, but it looked so beautiful, voluminous and shiny, and on her lips, a red lipstick that drew attention to the perfect dips and curves. Seema exhaled slowly.

“Wow, Seem…,” Simran said quietly. Her Adam’s apple bobbed as she swallowed. “You look completely fantastic.”

“Sim…,” Seema croaked. “So do you, wow…” She cleared her throat. “Do you wanna come in for a coffee now?”

Simran burst out laughing, snapping both of them out of their lusty reveries. “Well, I would, but… I’ve gone and booked a table for two for a romantic meal with this incredibly sexy and gorgeous girl called Seema…I’m trying to get her in the sack, y’know…but don’t tell her.” Simran winked.

Seema giggled. She couldn’t stop her roving eyes from mapping out Simran’s curves. “Wow…” she whispered. She cleared her throat and forced her eyes back up. “Ok. Let’s go then, sexy thing!”

#

Simran had booked a table for two at a very upmarket French eaterie just out of town. A grand gravelled driveway led up to the front of the building, which was a grandiose Georgian lump set in large grounds dotted with weeping willows. The vast spread of lawns looked immaculate, and the teeming flower beds added a rainbow of colours and scents. Through the huge bay windows at the front of the building, Seema made out the muted lighting and huge mirrors on walls that were covered with paintings and tapestries.

Simran giggled. The car park was full of sleek, status symbol cars of all shapes and sizes, some two-seater sports machines, others grand four wheel drive behemoths. Simran parked her car between two shiny red sports cars.

“A thorn between two roses,” she giggled.

“Yeah, but imagine what some of these people are like,” chuckled Seema. “All these cars mean the restaurant will be full of people with major insecurities.”

Simran sniggered. She was silent for a few seconds before gazing at Seema. “You don’t know how much this means to me babe.”

“Hmm?” Seema leant across and twirled a wave of Simran’s glossy hair around her finger.

“This meal. This is our first proper date. We start from here, and forget all the crap from the last few days.” Simran drew Seema’s hand to her lips.

“Deal,” Seema whispered. “I’m going to be the happiest person here tonight. You know why?”

Simran smiled and nuzzled her cheek against Seema’s palm. “Why?”

“Because I will be dining with the most beautiful girl ever.”

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The head waiter showed them to their table in the far corner. As they walked through the hushed dining area, Seema grasped Simran’s hand protectively; too many diners, male diners, glanced appreciatively at Simran. However, Seema felt proud suddenly, proud at being with the most beautiful girl in the world. She smiled and held her head high. Simran leant in affectionately to Seema until they reached their table, on which sat two long candles that cast a flickering light which twinkled off the tall, fluted glasses and polished cutlery set out on the table. The table cloth was heavy white linen, starched to a good stiffness.

The waiter pulled out a chair for Simran to sit before doing the same for Seema.

“One moment please,” he said before gliding away across the polished wood floor.

“Wow Sim, this is fab,” Seema whispered excitedly as she took in their surroundings. It was quiet save for the tinkle of cutlery and hushed conversations. The dining area was huge, but only half full. The ceiling was high, but the ambience was intimate. The far side of the room was given over to a small but very well stocked bar. Next to it was a grand piano, its polished lid open, reflecting the bright brass of the strings and chassis. A suave gentleman sat on the stool, engaged in a hushed conversation with an equally well dressed lady.

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The cock pounded in and out of her cunt with a squishing sound and the slap of their skin as they met at the end of every thrust. Her cunt lips wrapped themselves around the cock, pulling it into her and holding it like a vice. Their groans and moans filled the room as they fucked, their voices were getting louder and louder.

This was the doctor’s last appointment of the day and as I sat in the waiting room, they were oblivious to my being there. Thinking they were all alone, the door wasn’t even closed as they continued fucking as I returned to my seat and listened. The only thing was, my wife was the doctor’s last patient of the day and I had accompanied her to her office. She smiled at me as her name was called and I watched her ass sway as she walked into the room. I didn’t see what the doctor looked like as my wife entered the room, introducing herself as she sat down. I heard them go over a few things as I absentmindedly leafed through a few magazines.

After a while, there was not a lot of talking in the room and I heard a sigh. I was tempted to get up and look into the room but decided against it, not wanting to disturb them.

“Oh, that’s a little cold,” I heard my wife say as I picked up another magazine.

“Don’t worry, it will warm up quickly,” the doctor replied.

Again there was silence for a few minutes as I thought about my wife with her legs spread wide open and the doctor examining her.

“Oh, yes, that’s it.”

My wife’s voice had changed. It sounded like she was enjoying whatever the doctor was doing.

“Yes, that feels good,” she said, her voice trailing off as she sighed again.

“See, I told you it would warm up,” I heard the doctor say, her voice a little huskier than before.

“I see what you mean,” my wife answered.

Again there was silence for a minute or so and then the sighing started again.

“Oh yes. Don’t stop. That feels so good.”

I knew from my wife’s voice that she was aroused and knowing how much she loved to be eaten, I knew the signs of her coming. I looked around the waiting room and the nurse at the far desk smiled at me and then winked. I looked away and then back at her. Did she know something I didn’t?

The noises from the room took my mind off the nurse for a minute. As I listened, I put the magazine in my hand down and leaned back in the chair, listening to the two in the room. The next thing I knew, the nurse was walking towards the room and she quietly started to close the door.

“It’s ok, Mary. That won’t be necessary,” the doctor said.

The nurse was going to say something but after seeing what was going on in the room, just turned, winked again at me and walked back to her desk. When I looked at her again, she had a funny look on her face, a look of lust. I watched her for a few minutes and it was obvious that she was turned on as she fidgeted bursa escort with her uniform, spending extra seconds, running her hands over her breasts and down her front. I heard her chair squeak a little as she pushed it back from her desk, her hand disappearing under it. She looked directly at me and she smiled then closed her eyes, throwing her head back.

What kind of doctor had my wife come to see? She was supposed to be here for her yearly checkup but from the sounds coming from the room and watching the nurse play with herself under her desk, I was beginning to wonder. The nurse moaned softly, her arm jerking as she played with her cunt.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, a big grin on her face. Getting up from her chair, she came around the front of the desk and sat on it, sliding up onto it, moving things out of her way as she did. She then hiked her uniform up over her hips and spread her legs wide open. Her bare cunt was shaven and she pushed a finger inside herself quickly, moaning at the feeling. She then took her soaking finger out of her cunt and put it in her mouth, all the time, watching me. She gently sucked on it and groaned.

I wasn’t sure what exactly I was doing but I stood up and slowly walked over to the nurse, keeping my eyes glued to her cunt as she inserted her finger inside herself again, this time, fucking herself with it. As I neared her, I could smell the wanton odor of her cunt and I got on my knees in front of her, her cunt inches from my face. I pulled her hand away from her cunt and leaned into her, running my tongue the length of her slit, thrusting my tongue up her cunt and licking inside her. She groaned loudly and grabbed my head, holding me against her cunt as I continued to lick and suck. I found her clit and gently sucked it into my mouth, licking around its hood and this made her groan even louder.

Her juices flowed onto my tongue as I continued sucking her and she came, holding my head tighter against her. I didn’t stop after she had come. Her juices were sweet and I wanted more of them. I licked and sucked her clit some more and she started huffing, her breath coming rapidly, her cunt quivering. She thrust her hips towards me, trying to get my tongue deep inside her. For a fleeting moment, I thought about standing up and taking my clothes off and fucking her as hard and as fast as I could.

It was then I realized what I was doing and I quickly stood up and stepped back for the nurse.

“Oh, god. That felt good,” she whispered. “I needed to be eaten in the worst way. I needed a tongue inside me.”

I smiled at her but didn’t say anything. I turned to go back to my chair and that was when I first saw what was going on in the room. My wife was on her back, her legs up in the stirrups with the doctor on her knees, hovering above her, a long strap-on fucking her cunt. I wasn’t sure at the moment escort bursa whether I was imagining it or if it was really happening. I stood and watched the two women fuck and could just barely hear them. After a few minutes, I started towards the room, keeping my eyes on the doctor’s ass as it clenched every time she thrust into my wife. Their voices were getting louder as I neared the room and I stopped at the doorway, just out of their view.

I watched the long fake cock disappear into my wife over and over again, her groans telling me that she was close to coming. The doctor seemed to sense it too as she started thrusting faster and faster, all the time talking to my wife.

“That feels good, doesn’t it? You like to get fucked, don’t you? You like to have a big cock inside you, fucking you hard, don’t you?”

My wife couldn’t answer her as she was coming, screaming out as she did. The doctor didn’t stop.

“I’m going to fuck you until you tell me to stop, you slut. I’m going to fill your cunt with this big cock until you can’t take anymore.”

“Yes, yes,” my wife weakly said, her juices starting to run down her crack, lubricating the strap-on more as it thrust in and out of her cunt.

“I bet your husband would love to have this big of a cock,” the doctor said.

My wife didn’t answer.

“This is what you have been missing,” the doctor continued. “Having this big cock in your cunt makes you come, doesn’t it? You love it, don’t you?”

My wife finally spoke.

“Please don’t stop. Fuck me harder with your big cock. I want it, yes, yes.”

The doctor moved up and pulled my wife’s feet from the stirrups. She pushed her over onto her stomach and pulled her hips up to meet the dildo, thrusting it back into her from behind. My wife gasped as the doctor thrust it hard into her, the strap hitting my wife on her ass, making a slapping noise.

“Fuck me,” my wife yelled. “Fuck me harder.”

The doctor moved closer and lifted my wife’s hips a little higher. She ground the dildo into her unmercifully, thrusting it in and out as fast as she could. My wife was panting as she took the big cock in her and was pushing back against the doctor’s thrusts. Her juices started running again and this time, I could see them on her legs, slowly seeping down towards the back of her knees.

“I think you’ve had enough of this,” the doctor said as she slowly pulled the strap-on out of my wife.

She didn’t let my wife lower her hips though. Instead, she got up on the table, straddling her, pointing the dildo at my wife’s ass hole.

“Now you’re going to feel really fucked,” she said as she pushed it against my wife’s ass hole. “Now, you’re going to feel my cock up your ass and you’re going to enjoy it.”

“No,” my wife weakly said but the doctor wasn’t listening to her as she pushed the dildo harder against my bursa escort bayan wife’s ass hole.

“You know you want it,” the doctor said just as the head entered my wife. “You know you want it and you’ll enjoy it, I promise.”

I watched the big cock slowly push its way up inside my wife’s ass and heard her groan loudly. We had never had anal sex but obviously, it was something she maybe wanted to try. The doctor had the whole length of the dildo inside her ass now and was slowly withdrawing it.

“That feels good, doesn’t it? You love the feeling of my cock inside your ass, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes.”

The doctor started thrusting in and out of my wife. I could see her anus pucker around the big cock every time the doctor thrust into her. She was screaming louder and louder with every thrust as the doctor sped up.

“Oh, fuck me,” she yelled.

“That’s it, slut. Take the whole thing,” the doctor yelled at her. “You love the feeling of my big cock inside your ass hole, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” was all my wife said, groaning loudly as the doctor pounded the cock into her over and over again.

I quickly looked around at the nurse and she was intently watching the two women in the room. She had a finger in her cunt and was fucking herself as she watched. Her lips parted and a loud groan came from deep inside her as she fell back on her arms, taking her saturated finger out of her cunt and licking it with her tongue, cleaning her juices off it. She looked at me and winked again then looked past me to the two women in the room. I turned just as my wife came again, screaming out at the doctor.

“Oh, fuck that feels so good.”

“You love it don’t you slut? You love to be fucked in every hole, don’t you? “Yes, yes, yes.”

“Next time you come to see me, I’m going to fuck you again. I’m going to fuck you in every hole you have and you’ll love it. I’m going to fuck you every time you come to see me, you cock loving slut.”

The doctor started to withdraw the big cock out of my wife and let her lower herself to the table. I quickly went back to my seat and waited for her to come out of the room. When she came out, she had a big grin on her face and turned to thank the doctor, motioning me to follow her. I got up and we left the office.

On the way home, I asked her how it went. She just looked at me and smiled.

“Oh, you know, the usual thing. Exams can be so monotonous. I imagine the doctor gets a little bored doing them so often,”

“Yes, I imagine she does. How do you like her?”

“She was great. I have another appointment on Friday. You don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I’ll come with you. I don’t have anything planned.”

“It may take a little longer than this time. She wants to exam a few things she missed this time.”

“That’s ok, I’ll just read some more of the magazines.”

Friday was only two days away. I knew I was looking forward to it and from the look on my wife’s face, she wouldn’t miss that appointment for anything. What did the doctor have in mind for my wife? If, only today was Friday.

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Jody and I were quietly driving, heading home on the highway. I had dried tears on my face. She was holding my hand as I stared out the window. “You okay hun?” She broke the silence. I simply shook my head yes. I didn’t even know if she could see it. “Do you want to eat?” I shook my head no. I just wanted to get home.

The day was supposed to have gone very differently.

We were up early, had packed the Jeep the night before with all Jessie’s stuff for college. Her mix of nervousness and excitement was contagious. Jody had stayed overnight; my own anxious nerves were as calm as they could be. I was excited for Jessie. She was starting her life. Timmy had no desire to go with us and I didn’t feel like forcing him, so he stayed at his friend Kyle’s overnight.

We piled in the Jeep, the back seat had just enough room for Jessie. The long drive was filled with bad singing, laughter and junk food. We arrived and went to all the move in day activities together. The energy around campus was infectious. We made it to her dorm and started moving her in. She was sharing a quad with 3 other girls. She had spent the day with 2 of them a few weeks ago and seemed to like them. I prayed they would all mesh and her year would be amazing.

Jody and I were heading out for the last load of stuff when I saw him. Evan. He was leaning up against the Jeep. We had barely spoken since Jessie’s graduation and she had made it clear to him she didn’t want him here today.

“Why are you here? She doesn’t want you here Evan.” I was hoping I could get him to leave before she saw him. Jody opened up the back of the Jeep so we could get the last few things out.

“She’s my kid too, Eleanor.”

I fucking hated when he called me that. “She told you she didn’t want you here.”

“Yeah, cus you’ve brainwashed her against me. You and her.” He said pointing at Jody. I could feel the contempt pouring off him. He got closer to me, I backed up. Jody moved between us. “I know what you two are.” He seethed at us. He got in Jody’s face, “Maybe if you hadn’t been fucking my wife behind my back my daughter wouldn’t hate me.” My body recoiled into Jody with his words.

“Shut the fuck up!” It was Jessie. She must have come out to help. “Get the hell out of here dad or I’m calling campus security. I told you I didn’t want you here. They are not why I hate you; YOU are why I hate you. Leave now!” He glared at her then back at me and Jody. She had stayed between Evan and me. She was holding my hand now.

He turned around and started to leave, then turned again, “You won’t turn Timmy against me too. I won’t allow it. You will hear from my lawyer Eleanor.” And then he left.

I was shaking when he finally drove away. “Mom. It’s okay. He’s gone.” But it wasn’t okay. We had been outed. There were people everywhere in that parking lot. I had no idea who heard the exchange. “Come on. Let’s get this stuff in the room.” She pulled on my arm and the three of us walked back to her dorm room. They both looked at me like I was going to break.

We got to her room, brought her stuff to her bed and she shut the door. Tears spilled down my face. Jody wrapped her arms around me, Jessie around both of us. “It’s okay. He’s such an asshole.” We stood that way, both of them trying to keep me in one piece. I finally shrugged them off. “Mom. It’s okay. It will be okay.”

“How?”

“First off, Timmy knows. About you two. He has for awhile. He figured it out last year when you weren’t together. He’s apparently a lot less blind than I thought.”

I just stood there, trying to process what she was saying. Jessie had told me more than once he was growing up, he was not little anymore. I wondered if that was her way of trying to tell me he knew. I looked over at Jody. She laced her fingers through mine.

Jessie looked at Jody.” And that means Madi knows too Jody. It’s just not a thing to them. It’s not. Maybe when you guys were teens it was different, but now, stuff like this doesn’t bother us. They are happy for you guys; bursa escort happy you are back together. We have talked. We’ve all been waiting for you two to be ready to tell them, to tell everyone. I don’t know how everyone hasn’t already figured it out anyways. Have you ever seen how you two look at each other? How you smile when someone says the other one’s name?”

I sat down on her bed. I was not ready for any of this.

She kept talking. “Timmy isn’t going to let dad take him. He’s not a child anymore.” She sat next to me and hugged me. “And don’t worry about me. I think my father being a total ass to my mother and her girlfriend in the parking lot on the first day of college is going to be a great ice breaker. Kids my age eat this stuff up mom, I promise. I’m going to be a legend.” She laughed.

I couldn’t bring myself to be as not worried as she was. I couldn’t read Jody. I wished that I could read her like she could read me. What was wrong with me that I didn’t know what she was feeling? We finished helping Jes get her stuff settled and then it was time to leave my first born. I had promised myself I wouldn’t cry. I broke that promise. She had grown up so much in the last few years.. “I love you Jessie. You are going to do amazing things.”

“I love you too mom. So are you. Love you Jody.” We each got hugs and kisses then we made our way back to the parking lot.

Jody paused and looked at me before she started the Jeep. “Please just drive.” I told her. She did. Now we were less than an hour from home, and I didn’t know what was waiting there. Logically I knew nothing different. That Evan wouldn’t be waiting for us, that no one was going to take Timmy when we arrived. That a phone call wasn’t waiting to tell me not to bother coming to work Monday. But my brain couldn’t be convinced. My body was fighting the panic on the horizon.

I could feel myself edging closer to an attack. I folded at my center and put my head between my knees. I couldn’t freak out. Not here. I could feel the Jeep speed up. I worked on breathing. Her hand was on my back as she drove. I didn’t notice she pulled off at the next exit until the Jeep had stopped. I unfolded myself and saw that we were in the back of a parking lot. She got out of the Jeep and walked over, opened my door, unbuckled me and took me in her arms. “Just breathe. I’m right here.”

She held me until I could breath again. She released me a little, “you good?” I shook my head yes. I was as good as I was going to be. She kissed me before she told me to sit back and buckle up, then shut my door. She got behind the wheel, took my hand and we drove the rest of the way to my house on the back roads.

We walked inside together. Timmy was not home. Jody took my phone out of my hand and started texting. I looked at her. “I’m checking on Timmy.” I started to protest; she moved the phone away from me. A minute later she handed it back to me and I checked what she had written. She told him to stay at Kyle’s again, that I was having a rough night and she was staying the night.

“Seriously Jody.”

“No more lying to him Ellie, apparently there’s been no point anyways. Go get changed, wash up, I’m ordering us food. You need to eat; I need to eat.”

I went up to my room and sat on my bed. I just wanted to curl up and go to sleep. I laid down, closed my eyes. My body started shaking. “Ellie. El wake up.”

“What the fuck.” I rolled over. “Leave me alone.”

“The food is here. We need to eat.”

“Leave me alone Jody. I don’t want food. I don’t want you here.”

“Bullshit. You are going to eat, and we are going to talk.”

“No.” I felt her climb on the bed. I just wanted to go back to sleep.

She laid down next to me. Her arm was around me. I tried to shrug her off, she wouldn’t move.

“Not going anywhere El.”

I sighed. Tried closing my eyes again. “Why are you like this?”

“Because I love you.”

“You might be the unstable one.” I rolled onto my other side; we were face to face. I reached over and kissed her. She kissed me back. My hands started to go under her shirt. She stopped kissing me, escort bursa put her hands around my wrists.

“No. We are not doing this Ellie. At least not until we eat and talk.” She sat up and pulled me up too. “Please Ellie.”

I glared at her but followed her downstairs. She had gotten Pizza. Quick and easy. Two pieces were on a plate where she sat me down. She went into the fridge and handed me a water. “Eat Ellie, please.”

I picked up a piece and took a dramatic bite. She rolled her eyes at me. I hated to admit it, but I was hungry. I finished what she had given me then got up and grabbed another piece. I sat back down. “I’m sorry for being a bitch.”

“You should be. I didn’t deserve that El.”

“I know.” We finished eating in silence. I got up, started cleaning and putting the leftover pizza in the fridge. I was shutting the door when she wrapped her arms around my waist.

“It’s going to be okay hun. Our timeline just got sped up a little.”

I turned to face her. I knew she was right. We had already discussed outing our relationship. We just both had wanted a little more time. We hadn’t been back together that long. My mental health was still shaky at best some days. “What if he’s already told Joe, this doesn’t just affect me Jody.”

“Joe already knows. He’s known since we split. I think he suspected before that, but he won’t admit it.”

I pulled away from her. “What? Wha. Why didn’t you tell me?” She had not talked much about her split with Joe to me. I just knew they were co-parenting and existing in the same space much better than Evan and I did. She once said they did much better as friends than they ever did as a couple.

“I kept meaning to. I’m sorry. I just didn’t know how to, then so much time had passed and I wasn’t sure. I’m sorry.”

I knew that what she wasn’t sure of was how I’d react. I was so sick of being handled. Of needing to be handled and taken care of.

“I’m going to shower.” I left her in the kitchen. I needed some space and to think. I went up to my room, turned the shower on and let the water warm up. I put my music on and stepped into the steamy water. The hot water and music worked together to relax me and I was soon singing along, loudly and off tune.

I was rinsing my hair when I felt a chill hit me. Then I felt Jody behind me. She kissed my neck, my back, her arms wrapped around me. “It’s going to work out hun. I’m ready. We are ready.” Her warmth mixed with the warmth from the water. It was dizzying. I rested my head against the wall as she filled her hands with my breasts. She tugged and kneaded them as she kissed my neck and back.

I turned around, grabbed her boobs treating them the same way. My mouth went to them. I backed her up against the wall, the water was running down my back. My fingers teased her mound. Hers went to mine. It was like we had never touched each other before. One of her legs was on my hip as my fingers continued to play. I thrust and curled and hit the spongy part inside her as her breathing got more ragged. I was nipping at the skin under her ear, certain I had left a mark. My thumb pushed her swollen button then backed off. Pushed again. She was clawing at my neck my back, left her own marks on my shoulder. “Oh god Ellie..” And I felt her whole body give in. The water on my back was still hot, I was thanking God for the tankless hot water heater.

Jody came down and put her arms around my neck. Moved me under the water as she assault my mouth with her tongue, her hands played everywhere. Her heat mixing with the heat from the water had my head spinning. I reached over and turned the water off. I couldn’t take the heat anymore. Jody didn’t stop when the water did. She was tugging and twisting my nipples and my clit. Her fingers plunged into me. “Fuck.” Her hand was on my neck holding me up. My legs went weak. My head collapsed onto her shoulder. She was kissing me again. “It’s going to be okay El. It’s going to be more than okay.”

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That night we brought the 3 kids into my living-room, FaceTimed Jessie and told them, officially, about us. It was like a weight had been lifted bursa escort bayan off me as the words came out of my mouth. I knew that 3 of the 4 already knew but Kevin was the wildcard. He had dealt with so much change in the last year and it hadn’t always been an easy transition.

We finished talking and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Madi and Timmy were talking, telling us it was about time we made it official. They joked about how they were dating and so were their moms and that was going to be a very interesting family picture.

The way he so casually talked about her and I, like it was no big deal we were together, was going to take some getting used to. They were growing up in a very different world than I had.

“Mom, does this mean we can finally do one of those dorky Christmas newsletters so people understand our new dynamic? I mean you are a writer, just think of the way you could spin this.”

Jessie scolded him from my phone. I just laughed.

I was still checking Kevin for his reaction. I glanced over and Jody was too. We had decided not to prod him. Let him process. She said he would need time. As we sat there it hit me why Jody was always so good at letting me process my shit all the time. I squeezed her hand, she squeezed back.

He stood up. “Mom, I’m ready to go home.”

My heart sunk just a touch. I stood up when Jody did.

“Okay. Madi are you coming now?”

“No. Ellie can bring me later.” She glanced over at me and I nodded.

“Not too late. El has work in the morning.”

Ugh, why did she have to remind me. The kids didn’t start back until Thursday but I was back tomorrow. I loved my job but getting back into the routine was always a chore.

Kevin started walking towards the door. Jody followed him and said goodbye. I watched at the door as they got into the Jeep and drove away. I finally pulled away and told the kids I was going up to get my stuff ready for work.

I was packing my bag and getting my clothes picked out when my phone went off.

Jody- he’s fine

I knew she meant Kevin.

Me- Really?

Jody- yep. He’s taking it in stride. He’s talking more about starting his classes than us.

He was starting college classes at the local community college next week. I helped him pick them out, I knew a lot of faculty there. I had been contemplating an offer I received to teach a creative writing class in the Spring there. I hadn’t taught since I was in grad school. I moved away from teaching and into guidance after I had finished my first masters.

I hope his lack of interest really meant he was fine. I guess time would tell.

Me- I’m gonna bring Madi home around 9

Jody- okay. Make sure you come in

Me- I will ??

I finished getting everything set and went downstairs and packed my lunch. Madi and Timmy were watching a movie. I made popcorn and joined them on the couch. “How much time is left?”

“It should be over by 8:30.” Madi told me.

“Okay, I told your mom I’ll bring you home around 9.”

She nodded and went back to the movie. I settled in and watched what was left with them. When it ended I told Madi we were leaving in 20. I gave her and Timmy some space but warned that again I was leaving in a few.

I started out to my suv and Timmy ran ahead of me and jumped into the drivers seat. He was only a few weeks away from being able to get his license and took any chance to drive he could. He was proving to be a good driver so I sat back and relaxed as he drove us across town.

“Ya know mom, now that we all know, it’s totally okay if you and Jody kiss and shit when we are around.”

“Timmy!” Madi yelled at him.

“Well they can!”

I just shook my head. I was certain this was going to be an interesting adjustment, for all of us.

We walked into the house and Madi and Timmy flopped on the couch. Apparently they had no intention of this being a quick drop and run. The dining room was filled with packing boxes. I heard Jody in the kitchen and went in. She came over and gave me a quick hug and kiss.

“Water?”

“No thanks.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Just not looking forward to the alarm clock in the morning.”

She laughed. She had zero sympathy for me on this.

“Welcome back to the real world Eleanor.”

I gave her a side glare then laughed.

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Her name was Megan. We’d been best friends since high school, and now even in college. I loved her, you know? I loved the way she would touch my shoulder when she was making a point. I loved the way that she cuddled up against me when it was cold outside. All of the time, she was so close – close enough for me to smell her hair, to touch her cheek – but yet she was so far from me. She was smart, one of the most brilliant and hardworking minds I’d ever known. She helped me with my biology homework, my math homework, and pretty much anything requiring numbers. I wasn’t dumb, but I was more at home with a word processor than I was a calculator.

My fantasies distracted me. I’d be trying to find the derivative and suddenly I’d think about her pussy. I’d never seen it. Was it shaved? Trimmed? I didn’t know if she even masturbated. I’d sit there in silence, not daring to look at her for fear my face would give me away. She’d bring me back, thinking I was just tired or thinking about the problem, but running her hand down my back. My whole body would erupt in goose bumps. I’d want more but I couldn’t touch her.

Those study sessions sometimes went really late, and she’d stay the night in the dorm with me. I was an RA, and had the room to myself so I never had to worry about a roommate. She’d slip her bra off without removing her t-shirt, and I’d secretly wish I could run my fingers up her sides, feeling her spine the soft flesh under her arms, finally letting my palms press against her breasts. I’d lift her t-shirt over her head, and start my mouth at the hollow of her neck, licking and sucking my way south until I could suck her nipple, worshiping it.

I wanted her. Oh god, how I wanted her. I knew I could make her feel like no other woman had ever felt before.

My dorm bed was small, small enough that she was fine with curling up against me, her ass grinding against my crotch. I tried to remain chaste, keeping my arm under her head and my hand on her shoulder. Usually then I would let my mind wander, and I’d fall asleep to sensual dreams of endless pleasure.

On this particular night, however, I couldn’t sleep. I wanted her so bad my entire body ached. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to keep my hands to myself. I lay there, sure that she was asleep, wondering if I could get away with laying a hand over her supple breast. My fingers twitched, I was so indecisive. I settled with gripping her arm tighter. I could smell her. She never wore perfume, but she had used some gardenia lotion on her arms and legs before bed and it smelled perfect on her. I moved my head closer to hers, trying to get as close as I could without stifling her in her sleep.

Suddenly, she broke free of my grasp. My whole body sank. She’d figured it out. But instead of climbing out of bed like I thought she would, she turned over and ran her hand down my cheek.

“What bursa escort took you so long, Kate?” Her was soft and pliant. Oh how I loved that voice, that mind, everything about her. And then she did the unthinkable.

She gripped her fingers in my hair and pulled me close – close enough that I could taste her sweet breath. She started with my eyebrows, softly kissing each one. Then she kissed my nose, sucking in the tip of it slightly. I couldn’t take it anymore. I moved her on top of me, and then I kissed her. I tried to take in as much of her as I could, our mouths open wide and tongues exploring. I moved her legs apart with my knee, and then pushed my knee against her pussy. She ground against me, gasping. I reached for her again, kissing, licking, sucking her jaw, her skin smooth under my tongue.

“Kate,” she said between whimpers. “Kate, please, oh god Kate, please.” I moved her underneath me, my face hovering over hers, withdrawing my touch. She sighed and tried to rise her body to mine, desperate for some sort of contact with me. I smirked a little. She had tortured me for so long, it was time to return the favor.

I pressed my hands against her arms, over her head. She struggled against me, groaning, moaning. Again, I moved my knee between her legs, letting her grind her pussy on my leg. I looked up, looking for something to tie her hands to the headboard. I found a scarf, started to tie her hands to my headboard. She struggled a little, looking alarmed.

“What are you doing, Kate?” I looked down at her, grinning.

“Do you trust me?” I asked, my mouth following that question with a soft nip to her neck. “I want you to feel everything I have to offer, Megan, but I can’t have you getting distracted by me.”

She chuckled as I finished securing her hands. “Arrogant, aren’t we?” Her voice was playful, daring me to tease her. She attempted to kiss me, but I moved my head out of the way. She let out a sigh of disappointment. “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”

“You didn’t make it easy for me either, you tease.” I finally let my hands graze her breasts over her tshirt. I groaned when I realized that I’d forgotten to take off her shirt before I tied her up. I’d have to untie her, remove her shirt, and then retie her. Way to kill the mood, Kate, way to kill it.

She laughed when she realized what I was thinking. “You are a smooth character, you know.” I gave her a look. “You tied me up on the first date, something a lot of girls wouldn’t agree to, and then you forgot to give yourself access. For all you know, I could be getting bored. ”

“I always have an answer, Megan.” I ripped the shirt right off of her, and in the same move covered her mouth with mine, pressing down, grinding against her. Just like in my dreams, I licked my way down to her breasts, stopping just above her nipples. She groaned my name. I escort bursa took her right nipple in my mouth, tonguing it softly. Carefully, I pressed my lips around her nipple, flicking the tip with my tongue. I reached up with my other hand, and rubbed her left nipple between my fingers. She gasped and groaned and twisted underneath me – she was so responsive! I switched breasts, mirroring the treatments, keeping my leg between her own so she would have something to grind against.

“Kate, it’s not enough.” She was desperate, wanting, needing, writhing. “Just do something!”

I stopped, looking down at her eyes. She cried out in frustration. “I’m going to explode!”

Grinning, I ran my finger over her lips. “That’s the idea, Megan.”

I had enticed her for as long as was fair. I knew that feeling, that pleasure that was also torture. I had held her captive long enough.

I started at her breasts, again licking and sucking. I loved it. I couldn’t get enough. She was so big and full, and they fit my hand perfectly. I tore myself away from them, promising myself that wasn’t the last time I would get to play with her breasts. I licked and kissed my way south, stopping to dip my tongue in her belly button. Her abs flexed underneath me, tensing. I stopped and watched her body shake. She was breathing harder now, stomach rising and falling with every gasping breath. Finally, I was met with her panties – plain cotton ones, albeit an attractive shade of lavender. Looking up for permission, and receiving it with a nod of Megan’s head, I peeled them off. Unshaved! My hours of wondering were at an end. She was unshaved, but clearly trimmed and kept neat. It was my turn to moan. The delicious site below me set all of my senses on edge. This is what I’ve been waiting for, for so long. She was so wet; a small pool of her juice had soaked a bit of the sheet beneath her. “We’ll have to fix that,” I mused aloud.

She wouldn’t know what hit her. I dove straight for her clit, already at attention from all of our play. I lapped at it hard, not wanting to miss a drop. She tasted wonderful, sweet and musty. She tasted human, so real and there. I’d been with girls who didn’t really taste like anything – they were like fairies, gossamer and fleeting. Megan was present, tangible. I could taste her, feel her, and my mind reeled from the sensory overload.

Her legs closed around my head, gripping them. She ground her pussy against my face, gasping and moaning.

“Kate, oh god, oh god Kate if you stop I swear to god… oh god. Please!” She cried out. I was sure my hall mates would hear her. Not that I cared much.

I took her clit between my lips, sucking gently. I reached beneath me and began to flick my own clit in time with the strokes of my own tongue on Megan’s clit. My lower half began to tense, my toes curled. I backed off, I wanted to come with her. bursa escort bayan

“Fuck, Kate, FUCK!” She was really into it now. Her hips thrust as hard as she could, bumping my nose. One finger on my own clit, I moved the other arm up to stick a finger into her sopping-wet hole. One finger curled upwards, our lovemaking completely in tune. As soon as I found her spot, she cried out – so loud and so high I thought I had hurt her for a moment. I sped up the pace – my finger on my clit, other hand pumping in and out, my tongue working hard.

“Kate, oh babe. OH GOD. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!” She exploded as I brought her over the edge. I pumped my finger in and out faster as her walls closed around them. I ignored my own needs for the moment, and kept sucking on her clit as she thrashed above me. The entire bed shook. I kept at it.

“Ah, Kate. Ohhh lord. Kate, please stop.” I stopped immediately, knowing full well the consequences of ignoring that plea. I sat up a little bit, feeling her juice all over my face. It was my turn to shake with need – I had gotten close but I hadn’t made it at the same time as Megan, deeming her pleasure more important than my own.

Megan looked up at me. “Did you…?” she questioned. I shook my head no, and then leaned down to kiss her on the mouth. She stopped me. “Oh no, Kate, you’re not going to get away with that until you untie me.” I reached up and slid the knot out of place, and she immediately gripped her fingers in my hair and pulled me down. I pressed my palms against her breasts, as she slid her tongue into my mouth again.

“Let me help you,” she requested, lifting my own shirt above my head. I stopped her, and stared at her eyes again. That would never get old.

“Megan, don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with… I know you’re… not experienced.”

She kissed me again. “I want you so bad right now. It doesn’t matter.”

She had me support myself with my elbows, while she ministered to my breasts. Her tongue – so soft! – alternated equally between sucking, licking, and a little biting. I could have come from that alone, but she raised her own knee to allow me to grind against her. I recognized that trick from earlier – she was a fast learner. I whimpered, pressing myself against her, just letting myself feel her tongue and her body beneath me.

“Megan,” I whispered. “I’m so hot right now, oh god.”

She ran her hands up my ribs, unable to speak as her mouth was full of my breasts.

“Megan, I’m close, oh fuck!” My limbs started shaking. I could barely support my weight. Suddenly, she reached down and ran one finger up my slit, over the panties. Such a quick learner, I thought – that thought didn’t last long, because soon I was lost in fireworks.

My arms gave out, I couldn’t hold myself anymore. I collapsed on her, shaking, moaning. Lights flashed in front of my eyes. Everything tensed and loosened at the same time.

I blacked out.

When I awoke, I was curled up in her arms, covered in sweat and juices. I kissed her softly on the mouth.

“Any regrets?” I asked her.

“Never,” she replied.

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My introduction to lesbianism came a few years ago, the summer after my freshman year of college. I am 5’2, 34a, thin, short brown hair and green eyes. My mom’s best friend, Catherine, is very tall, almost 6, long blonde hair she almost always wears up, blue eyes, 36d and a gym hard body.

Catherine is in her early 40s and unmarried. She owns her own real estate company and lives three houses away. I had to go for a job interview for a summer job and had no way to get home. My mom asked Catherine if she’d pick me up from downtown and after the interview, jumped in her car.

Catherine said she wanted to hear about the interview but got a phone call and talked on her cell phone all the way home. She pulled into her driveway and as I headed away, she said “Amy, why don’t you come inside and tell me about how the interview went?”

I followed her inside and she poured us both some wine. Catherine attentively listened and gave me several glasses of wine. Then she said “I’d better stop drinking here or I won’t be able to control myself with you.” What she said hit me like a brick in the gut but I managed to ask “Um, are you gay?” Catherine laughed “Honey, have you EVER seen me with a man? How about you, have you ever been with a woman?”

I told her I’d never even thought about it. She walked right up to me put her hands on both my shoulders and said “Maybe it’s time you did think about it” and leaned forward to kiss me.

It was a wonderful, soft kiss but firm at the same time. I instinctively kissed her back. Soon, she was pushing her tongue into my mouth and both our tongues were dancing. Catherine shocked me though when she reached under my skirt and started reaching under underwear to touch my pussy. The few boys I’d dated were never that bold.

After a minute, she stopped the kiss and pulled back her face from mine and our eyes locked. She kept rubbing up and down my slit and over my clit and I felt powerless to say a word. Catherine finally spoke up. “You’re getting wet. I would like you to come in my bedroom with me”

Oh my god, my head was spinning. I’d never so much as kissed a girl and now one of the prettiest women I’d ever known wanted to have sex with me. I didn’t say anything but Catherine took my hand and led me into her room. She started to undress me. I shivered when she took my bra off. “Nice tits!” she purred. Then she removed all her own clothes but her bra and panties and got on her knees in front of me.

Catherine could sense my tension “relax dear,” she said as she began to pull my panties down. Then, I was naked “What a lovely pussy you have Amy, sit down” she said. I sat back on the bed.

I felt my heart hammering in my chest. Catherine wasted no time and planted a kiss on my open lips. She kissed all around my crotch. I keep only a very thin patch of pubic hair and Catherine remarked on how cute it looked. Then she lowered here head and began to lick me. I’d only had my pussy eaten by guys a couple of times and didn’t like it that much but Catherine had a much different touch. She flattened her tongue and licked all over my thin outer lips, making them very wet. I could barely hold in my emotions when she started to press her tongue between my labia and inside them. She repeatedly licked up and down from my anus to my clit. Suddenly, she stopped.

“Do you like this?” she looked up at me and asked. “Yes, yes!!!” blurted back, “please don’t stop.” “Good,” Catherine answered. “Cause you’re going to like it even more in a second.”

She resumed her licking, then I felt a finger pushing into my ass and her lips start to suck my clit. Within seconds, a huge orgasm was beginning to build. I could feel her finger go inside my wet asshole all the way and started to shiver with climax. I shook and bucked up and down on the bed and against her face. “mmmmm” I could her her purring into my crotch as I came my brains out.

Catherine came up and kissed me, “So how do you like lesbian sex so far?” she asked. “It was awesome,” I managed to get out between panting. She then asked, “Would you like to do that to me?” I told her that I was willing to try it.

I sat down on my knees in front of the bed while Catherine stood up and undid her long hair so that it dropped down. She removed her bra and her tits popped out. They were huge compared to mine, with very big, flat nipples. Then she looked down at me as she removed her panties.

I was mesmerized looking at her naked crotch. I had never seen a woman’s pussy so close before or one so hairy. She had a full, thick black bush with big puffy lips that were about a foot from my face. She sat down on the bed and I bursa escort got close to her pussy and slowly pushed my nose into her pubic hair. She purred.

I kept my face in her bush and could see that her thick lips were lightly glistening with wetness. I could also smell her strong but sweet scent. But even after a minute with my face in her crotch, I still couldn’t bring myself to taste her. Catherine looked down at me and took my hand and pulled up me up. She said “Here, let me help you.”

She instructed me to lay back on the bed face up and she straddled my face. I heard her say, “It’s okay to taste it Amy,” as she pushed her lips down so that they were parted by my nose. I instinctively put my tongue out and touched her thick lips. It tasted very SWEET! “Good girl” I heard Catherine say.

Then I began to lick and as I did, I could her low moans. I quickly realized something: “This was much better than going down a guy, much more natural for me and I wasn’t choking like I did the few times I tried to give a man oral sex. There was also a wonderful feeling of her full, wiry, coarse hair on my face and her puffy lips covering my nose and mouth that turned me in the best possible way

Soon, this wonderful woman began to soak my face with her juices. I could hear her panting up a storm. My nostrils were filled with her strong scent, my mouth had a trickle of her nectar flowing into it and Catherine actually humped my face as she came, holding me steadily under her as she shook.

When it was over, she came down and kissed me and we made out for a while. Then I gathered my things and went home. My head was spinning for days. I’d just had the most passionate sexual experience of my life, with my mom’s best friend.

I could not stop thinking about that afternoon with Catherine and when I called her a few days later to thank her for the ride. She said : “Amy, you were really hungry the other day. Are you still hungry?”

I hesitated for a long time and eventually replied. “yes.” “Then why do you come over here right now?” she said.

I bee-lined across the few yards that separated us. Catherine and I repeated the experience of that first afternoon several times during the next few weeks. It was a new school course for me: Pussy Eating 101. We both ate a lot each time.

Things would get even more interesting. I was pretty sloppy one day about a month after our initial session and left an email Catherine sent me up on my PC. My mom saw it and hit the roof! She had two screaming phone calls to Catherine and she wouldn’t talk to me for days.

I stayed away from my new lover while things settled down. Then, a week afterward, my Mom gave me a ride and while she was driving, she told me that she was upset with Catherine for taking advantage of a young girl but she knew there was nothing she could do to stop us if we wanted to continue and she added that I was probably better off having sex with Catherine, who was a very good friend of hers, rather than some young college guy, who could also knock me up.

Then Mom said “I think you should be careful with Catherine though. I’ve heard she’s kind of kinky.”

That phrase danced in my mind as Mom changed the subject. I bounded over to Catherine’s house right afterward and we had a hell of a makeout session.

I asked her what my Mom meant about “Kinky” Catherine did her absolute best to sidestep it for five minutes. The she said: “Look, I haven’t tried any of that stuff with you because you’re so new to sex with a woman. I don’t want to scare you off. It involves real domination and more than just sitting on your face.”

I begged Catherine to be kinky with me and I would follow her into it. “Are you ready to be a total slut for me?” she asked. I eagerly nodded my head.

She told me to strip right away because she would let me have it all. Then she instructed me to lie back on the bed while she stripped naked.

Again, her big tits sprang out of her tight bra and she got up on the bed and faced me standing as she looked down and said, “Do you know why I keep a full bush Amy? When I was younger, all girls had a big bush. And my damn lips are so thick, I like to have lots of hair around them.”

Catherine continued talking as she pulled her panties off . In a flash, she was moving toward me and saying “and you seem to like my big pussy, don’t you?” Then, she was swinging a leg over my chest and pushing it into my face, with her strong thighs pushing my head back into the pillow.

It was clearly different than the other times I’d eaten her. Catherine was pushing down much more insistently, saying “Go ahead escort bursa girl, eat my fucking CUNT.” And with that she sat down hard and mashed her lips against my mouth. I did my best to extend my tongue but there was no doubt she wanted to smother me somewhat. She was also noticeably wetter than any of our previous encounters and I figured her additional excitement must have something to do with her being more forceful. My face was soaking wet and I was receiving a steady stream of pussy juice in my mouth.

I heard her say, “Go on girl. Don’t just lick it. MAKE LOVE TO IT!” I did my best to lick and suck her better than I ever had. After about 10 minutes of serious licking, Catherine got off my face and turned around and straddled me facing the other way. She commanded “Put your hands on my ass.” I did so, landing my palms on her firm cheeks. “Now, spread them!” I parted her cheeks and watched her browneye gave a little wink at me as I did. Catherine said, “You made my cunt wet, now do the same to my asshole.” She slowly moved her ass backward until the cheeks covered my face and her asshole was sitting on my lips. I’d had my tongue near it many times when we had sex but never right on it. I realized this was part of my trip into my lover’s kinky realm and it was time to taste her back door.

I pushed my tongue out to flatly lick her hot anus. It tasted…interesting. I licked and licked it for a minute getting her but wetter and wetter as I did.

“That’s not bad,” Catherine purred. ” But you need to stick your tongue inside, do it now!” I pushed the tip of my tongue sharply into her ass and got a much more bitter taste.

“More!” Catherine barked. ‘Lick it like you licked my pussy.” I closed my eyes and began to eat her asshole with abandon. It had a powerful, pungent taste, much stronger than pussy. I got my tongue in almost all the way and delighted in how her sphincter grabbed my tongue. My lover was getting more into it as well and began to grind down on my tongue. She sighed “Yeah. Yeah, eat my shithole good. You ass licking slut.”

I have to say that the verbal humiliation felt really good to hear, considering I was doing something I’d never dreamed of before that day. It somehow seemed more intimate than eating her pussy I ate her ass for 15 minutes while the taste and smell filled my senses.

Catherine got off me and went to her dresser. She grabbed two big pillows and instructed me to get on them facing up. I did and she turned to face me. My jaw dropped as she was now sporting a very thick 8″ strap-on. She laughed at my expression. “Ever done a guy with one this big?” she asked.

I shook my head no. The few men I’d been with would be dwarfed by the fake cock sprouting from her leather harness.

Catherine said “Well then. I don’t know how this is going to be for you. But it’s going to be A LOT of fun for me.” She moved up to the bed and grabbed my ankles raising them high. Then, she positioned the big head to my pussy. I realized how wet I’d become. Catherine began to push inside and the dildo was slipping through me more easily than I’d thought. The girth was uncomfortable. It seemed to be stretching my pussy to the limit. After a minute, I felt the fake balls touch me and knew she’d impaled me completely.

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” Catherine asked. I could only whimper in response. She laughed and withdrew the strap on until just the head remained inside. Then she pushed in slowly all the way. She did this about 10 times and with each one, the cock went in easier.

She asked me how it felt. “Better,” I answered. Catherine said. “This is one of the ways that women fuck each other. I’ve got to tell you, it looks great to see your pussy taking this big dick. I’m going to fuck you now”

Then the pace picked up. Catherine put her hands on my thighs and pushed them back to my chest and started to thrust harder. It felt SO good. When she’d completely get the dildo in me each time, she’d say. “You fucking slut!” She yelled out a couple of times. “Whore!”

I LOVED hearing her say that as she gave me the first serious fucking I’d ever really had. I could begin to smell my pussy getting very hot and wet too. Next, Catherine withdrew the fake cock and told me to get on my knees with my ass in the air. I did so and felt her behind me, pushing it back inside me in one long stroke.

A few minutes later, I felt her applying cold lotion to my anus and pushing her finger inside it. “That feel good?” Catherine asked as she kept probing with her long middle finger and thrusting her hips with the dildo. I will admit the extra sensation of her finger in bursa escort bayan my butt felt good, just as it did when she licked me there. I leaned my head down against the bed and moaned.

Then she leaned forward and whispered in my ear “just relax now.” She pulled the dildo from my pussy and placed the head at my asshole. I shivered in fear. I thought the dildo was much too big to go in my ass and gripped the bed sheets very hard. Catherine laughed, “Don’t’ worry Amy. I’ve fucked women in the ass before. You’ve been into my finger in your asshole. Just relax.”

Then the cockhead poked through my asshole. I did everything in my power not to scream and just groaned into the bed instead. Catherine had her hands firmly on my hips and was pulling me backward to slide my ass onto the big pole. It was incredibly uncomfortable. I felt as if I had to shit very badly and clutched the sheets with all my might.

Catherine pulled the dildo out of my ass for a second and covered it with lube. Then she continued to take my anal virginity the same way she’d fucked my cunt with slow strokes that gradually reduced the discomfort.

After 5 minutes of slow assfucking, she grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. With her other hand, she slapped my ass hard and said, “Here it comes you fucking whore, your first ass fuck!!!” She started pumping my asshole with the dildo hard while keeping a firm grip on my hair. “Yeah, I can smell your asshole now,” Catherine continued.

I was completely under Catherine’s control and loving it. The discomfort in my ass was gone and I only felt pleasure from her reaming. She pumped my ass for another minute or so, then reached under me and started to rub my clit. A whopper of an orgasm was about to arrive and I held on for dear life. My cunt and ass spasmed and I literally screamed out because it was so intense. When I was done shaking, I came back to hear Catherine said another “Good girl.”

She pulled out and took my hand and led me to the bathroom. “Get in the tub,” she ordered, “I have one more thing for you.” I weakly stood up in her oversize tub asked Catherine if we were going to shower together.

She hesitated and said, “Yes, we’re going to shower but only one of us is going to get wet. Lie down now.”

I was freaked out. I instantly knew that she intended to pee on me and mumbled “Catherine…I don’t know.”

She grabbed my hair hard and yanked my head up so I was looking at her. “Listen you little bitch. You will do as I say.”

I lay back in the tub and closed my eyes. Catherine ordered me to open them and moved her soaking black bush near my chest. Her lips were incredibly swollen and as I looked at them, saw her peehole open and pee start to stream toward my chest.

It felt so warm as it hit my tits. But I was jolted back to reality as the stream started to move up my neck. The thought flashed into my mind “Oh my god, she wants to piss on my face.” My suspicions were confirmed as I heard her say, “Here it comes girl!” and she positioned her pussy right over my head and began spraying my face and hair with hot pee.

She grabbed my hair on both side of my head and yelled “Open up!!! Open your fucking mouth!” I was blown away, she wanted me to drink it. I couldn’t bring myself to open my lips. “If you’re my slut you’ll drink my piss, now do it!!!,” Catherine yelled, her voice bouncing off the tiles in the bathroom.

My jaw instinctively dropped. Her piss stream went over my tongue and into the back of my throat. It was so rank and salty and I’d never felt sluttier or dirtier. Catherine sighed “yeah…” and moved her still pissing pussy down so that her lips were just above my mouth and her coarse pubic hair scratched my soaking face. I drank what must have been a glassful of urine.

After she was done pissing, Catherine pushed her pussy down and exploded in orgasm on my face with her thighs clamping down hard on my head.

I felt exhausted. She allowed me to towel off her piss but not to wash. “I want the smell of my cunt, asshole and piss to be in your face when we go to sleep together tonight.” She said. It was the first night I stayed over at her house.

The next morning, Catherine decided that since I trimmed my pussy so closely, I should be shaved, while she would continue to keep her big bush. I’ve been shaved ever since. We would not always go into such domination during each sexual encounter but often I asked for just that.

I would continue to have a sexual relationship with Catherine for another couple of years, until I moved away. Whenever I visit my Mom, I stop by Catherine’s and we talk about ‘old times.’ After talking with her recently I decided to write about how I became a lesbian. Catherine reviewed this article and gives it an ‘A’ for accuracy.

Thanks Teacher!

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A small, curvaceous brunette leaned on the door frame of a hot workshop, the only light coming from the sun flooding in through the doorway and one small window, her shadow cast onto the floor in front of her. Her eyes locked onto something on the far side of the space. She took in what had to be her favorite sight. Watching the movement of a figure, bright flashes of blue glowing around it, hot metal creating a warm red glow, small metal streams falling to the ground like miniature fireworks.

The figure in well-worn suede leather sleeves that buttoned at the shoulders. Sleeves hiding tanned, well defined, toned arms. Traveling down to leather gloves, equally worn and marred by the pelting of small metal beads. They hid strong hands, slightly calloused, bearing the scars of hands that knew hard work. Suddenly, the small brunettes trance was interrupted when the work stopped.

The figure sat up turning to the doorway, looking toward the door she caught a glimpse of a silhouette. Lifting the helmet protecting her face she smiled revealing dimples that had the power to make the brunettes knees weak. She stood, removing the helmet and ran her hands through her short dark hair. Her eyes fixed on the shadow, looking up and down, her heartbeat picking up its pace. What a sight. The small flare of fabric just above the knees, she knew that was her favorite skirt, the curves of the figure were bursa escort accentuated by the back lighting. Those legs, irresistible, especially in the heels she was wearing. Long locks of curls fluttered in the wind as a breeze passed through the doorway.

The dark figure moved from the doorway toward the leather clad woman. The enigma took one of the gloved hands and pulled at the leather, a hand revealed itself. Slowly pulling the other glove off, the way the freed hands fell to the sides of their owner stretching and balling up, it was like loosing the hands of a criminal from their chains. The long haired woman watched the chest opposite her rise quickly the outgoing breath came with a small growl. The primal sound made her tremble; her green eyes widened feeling the intense desire emanating from her iron maiden. She continued her undressing, moving up to the broad shoulders, pulling at a leather strap, unsnapping a button, moving to the other side of the body repeating the movement. As the sleeves fell under their own weight, the brunette ran her hands down the toned arms, appreciating the colors and lines of the tattoos that adorned them.

Watching the smaller woman’s beautiful needy eyes roam her body sent fire coursing through the muscular woman’s veins, the heat traveled directly between her legs. Attempting to further entice the hungry green eyed woman, she grabbed at bursa escort bayan the bottom of her threadbare Joan Jett shirt, pulling it over her head and dropping it on the ground leaving her torso bare except for the metal ring in her nipple.

The sight of the half-naked woman before her made her bite her lip. She closed the remaining distance between them, looking up into the honey colored eyes she pleaded with her own, she could see the lust growing in the honey eyes. Suddenly she felt herself firmly pressed against the taller woman, the two hands grasping her ass moved their way up and around to the front of her body. She closed her eyes as she felt her blazer slowly being unbuttoned and prepared herself for what she desperately wanted.

The short haired woman rarely rushed through undressing the other woman; she relished seeing the pale skin of her lover covered in goosebumps as her clothes slid off. She pulled the jacket down the small woman’s arms. A black lace bra, the last thing separating her from the voluptuous breasts she craved. Catching the scent of the sweet perfume the busty woman was wearing drove her crazy. Running her fingertips from hips up ribs to erect nipples, stopping to make a circle over each, then a gentle pinch, hearing a small moan escape her lover. Rough hands moved to the clasp of the offending bra quickly discarding it. In a swift motion she escort bursa pressed her lips against the full red lips before her and grabbed the hem of the skirt, pulling it up, her hands moving to the brunette’s ass, lifting her onto her hips. Pleasantly surprised to find the woman not wearing any panties drove the tattooed woman crazy.

Wrapping her legs around the lean woman she pushed her wet pussy against a tight stomach, she began rocking her body until she felt a cold sensation on her ass. A metal workbench. Before she could object the hands on her nipples and the thrusting hips between her legs made her moan. “Fuck it” she said lost in her desire. Lips attached themselves to her nipples sucking, a tongue flicked at them, teeth grazed and bit. A rush went through her; her slick pussy couldn’t press hard enough against the hips she was riding. “Fuck me.” She begged. The hands on her chest pushed her back onto the table, her body being pulled to the edge, her legs lifted over the muscular shoulders. With a crash she felt the strong hips connect again thrusting into her, the hands on her hips pulling her into each thrust. The table rocked, her chest bouncing in rhythm, the heavy breathing and groans from the butch woman above her made her eyes roll back in her head and her hips bucking uncontrollably. With another thrust she felt the heat between her legs reach its peak, clinging to the table’s edge over her head, back arched she rode out the wave surging through her body.

The white light of ecstasy fading, she looked toward the woman at the edge of the table. The grin on the butch woman’s face said it all. They were nowhere near done.

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Ablamla Kocam, Eniştemle Ben. O gece kudurduk! (Ay

Bundan 6 ay evveldi, o gece kocamla evde başbaşaydık. Soba yakmıştık, yemekten sonra kocam şortla, ben gecelikle, birbirimize sarılmış Pornofilim seyrediyorduk. Kocam amımı okşuyor, bende kocamın yarağını çıkarmış sıvazlıyordum. İkimiz de iyice azmıştık, Filim bittikten sonra köpekler gibi sikişmeyi düşünüyorduk. Filimin daha yarısında kapı çaldı, hemen Filimi kapatıp kapıyı açtık. Gelen Ablamla Eniştemdi. Eniştem “Ne o, yoksa tam iş üstünde mi rahatsız ettik?” dedi sırıtarak. “Yok, dizi seyrediyorduk…” deyip içeri geçip oturduk. Ablamla Eniştem içkili bir eğlenceden dönüyorlarmış, geçerken bir uğrayalım demişler. İkisinin de kafası iyi. Kısa bir hoş-beş’ ten sonra, ben mutfağa çay suyu koymaya gittim. Az sonra kocam arkamdan geldi, “Nerden çıktı bunlar şimdi, sarhoş sarhoş? Ne güzel sikişecektik!” dedi. Ben de, “Ne yapalım bu halde kovcacak değiliz ya, gitsinler sonra devam ederiz!” dedim. Çay suyunu koyduktan sonra kocamla salona doğru yürüdük.

Salonun kapısından içeri girdiğimizde şok olduk! Lüzümsüz Eniştem, biz mutfaktayken, “Ne dizisi seyrediyorlardı bunlar?” diye, bizim kapattığımız Pornofilimi açmış, ablamla birlikte pür dikkat izliyorlardı. Kocamla öylece donduk kaldık, ne diyeceğimizi bilemedik. Kocam kem küm etti, Filimi kapatmak istedi, ama Eniştemle Ablam, “Aşkolsun biz yabancımıyız, oturun birlikte seyredelim!” dediler. Biz de mecburen oturduk seyretmeye başladık. Eniştem tam karşımda oturuyordu ve kaçamak gözlerle bacaklarımın arasına bakıyor, ara sıra sikini sıvazlıyordu. Ben kalktım mutfağa gittim, çayları alıp geldim, dağıtıp oturdum. Eniştemin elleri titriyordu bana bakarken. Ablam, “Bu saatden sonra eve gidemeyiz, burda yatalım, yarın gideriz…” dedi. Kocamla birbirimize baktık, yapacak birşey yoktu, mecburen, “Tabi…” dedik.

Çayları içtikten sonra Eniştem, “Evde Rakı var mı bacanak? Yarın nasılsa Pazar, getir de cilalayalım!” dedi. Kocam dolaptan bir büyük Rakı ve bardakları getirdi, ben de beyaz peynir, meyve falan hazırladım. Ben içmek istemiyordum, ama Ablam da ısrar edince, hep birlikte içmeye başladık. Bir yandan da Filimi seyrediyorduk. Eniştemle Ablam nerdeyse her sahnede yorum yapıyorlardı, “Offf amma da sikiyor! O ne biçim yarak öyle! O göte nasıl alıyor o yarrağı…” gibi. Sonunda Filim ve bir büyük Rakı bitmişti, ama yorumlar bitmemişti. Kocam, “Hadi yeter bu kadar, Ayşe yataklarınızı hazırlasın, gidin yatın…” dedi. Ben küçük odaya yatakları serdim geldim. Eniştemle Ablam birbirine sarılarak yatmaya gittiler. Giderken Eniştem Ablamın götünü okşuyordu…

Biz de kendi odamıza gittik, soyunduk yattık ve sevişmeye başladık. Aradan daha 10 dakika geçmeden küçük odadan sesler gelmeye başladı. Kocam kalkıp şortunu giydi, “Ne oluyor?” diye bakmaya gitti, ben de üzerime sabahlığımı alıp arkasından. Odanın kapısını tam kapatmamışlar, Eniştemle Ablam çırılçıplak soyunmuşlar, Eniştem Ablamı domaltmış sikiyor! Kocamla birlikte kapının ağzında dikildik, Ablamla Eniştemin sikişmesini seyretmeye başladık. Bu arada kocamın yarağı yeniden kazık gibi olmuş, elini şortuna sokmuş okşuyordu. Sonra elimi tutup şortundan çıkardığı sikini elime verdi, benim okşamam için. Ben kocamın sikini okşarken kocam da elini amıma attı, amımı okşamaya başladı. Amım anında sulandı. Eniştem Ablamı sırt üstü yatırdı, bacaklarını ayırıp yerleştirdi Ablamın amcığına. Ben şaşkınlıkla Ablamın amına girip çıkan Eniştemin yarrağına bakıyordum…

Kocam kolumdan tutarak, içeri, sikişen Ablamla Eniştemin yanına girdik. İnanın o an kimsenin sesi çıkmadı, hiç birimiz konuşamadık. Nedense o anda herkes garip bir şekilde memnundu. Kocam elimden tutarak Ablama yanaştı ve yarağını Ablamın ağzına sokmaya başladı. Ben kocamın yanında duruyordum, kocam benim elimi alıp Eniştemin yarağına doğru uzattı, tutmam, okşamam için. Eniştemin yarağına elim değdiğinde içim bir hoş olmuş ve amımdan suların aktığını hissediyordum. Heyecandan ve zevkten kendimden geçmişim, Eniştemin yarağının ağzıma ne zaman girdiğini farketmedim bile. Kocamla Ablam birbirine sarılmış, çılgınlar gibi sevişiyorlardı, bende Eniştemin yarağını emiyordum. Eniştem bana, “Ters dön üzerime gel!” dedi. Ters dönüp amcığımı Eniştemin ağzına verdim. Bana neler oluyordu anlamadım, ama amcığımdan Eniştemin ağzına am sularım çeşme gibi akıyordu…

Kocam Ablamın bacaklarının arasına girmiş, Ablamın amını sikiyordu. Ablam ise kocamın adını söyleyerek inliyor, “Oyy kurbanın olamm, oyy!” sesleri kulaklarıma müzik gibi geliyordu. Eniştem bana, “Aç amcığını!” dedi, ayırdım bacaklarımı, Eniştem yarağını amcığıma sokmaya başladı. Offffff, amcığımı hiç böyle kudurmuş görmemiştim, amımın dudakları şişmiş ve eniştemin yarağı amıma girip çıktıkça, içimden ılık ılık sıvılar akıyor, orgazm oluyordum. Kocamla Ablam pozisyon değiştirmişler, kocam yere yatmış, Ablam kocamın yarağının üzerine oturmuş, eğilerek kocamın dudaklarına yapışmıştı. Eniştem Ablamın götünü görmüş olacak ki, yarağını benim amcığımdan çıkarıp Ablamın götüne, kuru kuru sokmaya başladı. Ablamın çığlıkları ve bağrtısı ortamı biraz gerdi, ama Eniştem eliyle Ablamın ağzını kapattı. Ablamın aynı anda hem amdan hem götten sikilirken inlemeleri halen kulaklarımda…

Eniştem bana bakarak, “Domal ablanın yanına!” dedi. Eniştemi hiç ikiletmeden domaldım Ablamın yanına. Offfff, neler oluyordu bu gece bana anlayamıyordum. Eniştem Ablamın götünden çıkardı yarağını ve benim arkama geçip yarağını götüme sokmaya başladı. Ablamın Enişteme daha önceden götten çok siktirdiğini biliyordum, ama bu benim ilk götten sikilişim oluyordu. Eniştem herhalde benim de çok götten sikildiğimi ve götümün yarak yemeye alışkın olduğunu düşünüyordu ki, insafsızca köklüyordu yarağını götüme, bağırmalarıma kulak asmadan. Bu arada kocam Ablamın başını bacaklarının arasına almış, yarağını Ablamın ağzına köklüyordu. Derken kocamın inlemesini duyduğumda baktım ki, kocamın beyaz yoğurt gibi dölleri Ablamın ağzına akıyordu. Ablam bir yandan yutkunuyor, bir yandan da kocamın yarağından çıkan dölleri yalıyordu…

Eniştem de götümden yarağını çıkardı, beni dizlerimin üzerine oturtup, kendisi ayakta, yarağını ağzıma verdi, sokup sokup çıkarmaya başladı. Eniştemin yarağı ağzımdayken titrediğini hissettim, Eniştem birden ağzıma ılık ılık döllerini fışkırttı. Eniştemin dölleri fışkırdıkça ben yutuyordum. Ama Eniştemin yarağından bu kadar çok döl çıkacağını hiç tahmin etmemiştim, kusacak gibi oluyordum, zor yuttum dölleri…

Tam olarak nezaman ve nasıl uyuduk hatırlamıyorum, ama öğleye doğru uyandığımda kocamla birlikte kendi yatağımızda yatıyorduk. Eniştemle Ablam çoktan gitmişlerdi. Nedendir bilmiyorum ama, bu olayın üzerinden tam 4 ay görüşmedik Eniştem ve Ablamla. O gece hakkında kocamla da konuşmadık hiç. Sonra bu suskunluğu biz bozduk ve Ablamlara gittik. Başta biraz soğukluk ta olsa, sonra sanki o gece hiç yaşanmamış gibi hayatımız devam etti. Zamanla herşey unutuldu, Eniştem ve Ablamla yine eskisi gibi normal görüşüyoruz. Ama ben o geceyi unutamıyorum, Eniştemin yarağını yemek, belk**e ömrümce birdaha yaşayamayacağım bir şey. Kocamla sevişirken aklıma gelmiyor değil, geldiği anda ise hemen boşalıyorum. Offfff Enişte, Offff…

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bekledin dedim senin gibisi nasıl bekar kalmış hayret falan yazdım bunu sonra konuşalım dedi kapattı konuyu neyse lafı uzatmayım bi kaç gün iş güç ve yazışmayla geçti ama gün geçtikçe yakınlaştık tabi akşam yemeğe davet ettim olur dedi akşam biraz erken kapatıp eve gittim üstümü değişip kuaföre falan gidip arabayla konuştuğumuz yere geldim biraz bekledim geldi buket neyse malatyalılar bilir sultansuyunda balık yemeye götürdüm ve yemek gelene kadar evlilikten açtım konuyu ve buket evlenip boşandığını söyledi ve 7 yaşında bi kızı varmış babasında istanbula gelin gitmiş şiddet geçizmsizlik derken boşanmış gelmiş baba evine babası yakın bi ilçede oturuyomuş kendide istanbulda tekstil atölyesinde çalıştığı için terzi dükkanı açmış ve sıtmapınarı tarafında bi apartmanın bodrum katına yani kapıcı dairesini uygun fiyata tutmuş şaşırdım hemde çok neyse yemek yedik ve kalktık arabayı baraj kenarına çektim muhabbet derken ben kendinden hoşlandığımı söyleyip elini tuttum ettimsede kaçtı benim nişanlı olduğumu söyleyip kaçtı ama ben ısrarla tuttum dokunmaya çalıştımsada doğru olmadığını söyledi r

esmen zorla bi defa dudaktan öptüm dudakları dudaklarmda kayboldu resmen o kadar hoştu ki ama sadece bununla kaldı ve ısrarla gidelim dedi geç oldu dedi ve mecburen çıktık arabayla evinin yakınına bıraktım ama içim buruktu ertesi gün bi kaç pantolla kendim gittim o paçaları yaparken ısrar ettim bişelere başlayalım diye ama ne desem kabul etmedi çıktım geldim dükkana günler geçiyo umudum kırılmıştı artık ama ilişkiyi kesmiyor dükkanda iş çıktıkça gönderiyodum elemanla ama artık olmaz diyordum ilişkmiizde sadece ticari olmuştu neyse bi gün akşam saat 7 gibi evdeyim kış olduğu için erken kapatıyorduk evdeyim banyo falan yaptım oturuyorum telefonum çaldı bi baktım buket arıyo açtım evinde elektriğin gittiğini ve bi elektrik ustası getirip getiremeyeceğimi sordu tek kaldığı için yanında kimse olmadığından bu saatte kadın başıma bulamam dedi bende kapatıp tanış elekrikçiyi arayıp adresi verdim ve bende montumu giyip çıktım elektrikçi dediğim yerde arabasıyla bekliyodu aldım gittik eve elektikçi baktı şofbenin tesisatı yaktığını tesisatın değişeceğini hem uzun süreceğinden hemde ışığın olmadığından yarın gündüz yapabileceğini söyledi ve ben elektrikçiyi gönderip sana mum veya pilli bi ışıldak bişe alıp getireyim yarına kadar idare et dedim tmm dedi ve elektrikçiyi gönderip gittim mum bi el lambası falan aldım götürdüm verirken kapıda içeri gel bi çay içelim dedi şaşırdım tmm dedim mum yaktık bi mumda ayrıyeten yakıp buket mutfağa gitti ev küçük olduğu için soba tüm evi ısıtmıştı üzerinde beyaz kısa kollu tşört ve alttada gri eşofmanı vardı ama teni bembeyazdı bende mutfağa gittim buket çayla uğraşırken arkadan sarıldım kaçmak istesede elimle belinden tutup engel olarak boynunu falan öperken kulağına çok güzel olduğunu falan söyleyip kulak memesini falan emdim nefesi titriyordu resmen ama hoşuna gittiğine emindim penyeyi omuzlarına doğru çekip omuz başlarını öperken elimi önden bal kutusuna attım ve ses çıkarmadı şaşırdım ama kıvama gelmişti bunu fırsat bilip elimi eşofmanından ve külotundan sokup amına attığımda götünü resmen dayadı yarrağıma içim geçti resmen o anda ve elimi ocağın düymesine atıp kapattım çayın altını ve ellerimle buketi tutup yüzünü çevirdim bana ve dudaktan öpmeye başladım oda karşılık verince öyle bi öpüşmeye başladıkki

ben hem o zevkle hemde şaşkınlıkla buketin dudaklarını yiyordum resmen beni reddeden buket benimle öpüşüyordu neyse öpüşerek tekrar odaya gittik ayakta öpüşürken elimi eşofmandan ve külottan sokup amını okşarken buketin elinide yarrağımda hissettim öpüşerek soyduk birbirimizi ben sadece baksırla oda südyen külotla kalmıştı beyaz südyen beyaza siyah desenli bi külot vardı üstünde buket kısık bi sesle vücudumun her yeri istiyo dedi ve kanepeyi açtı ve kanepenin ucuna oturup beniayakta kendine yakınlaştırıp göbeğimi falan yalayarak baksırımı indirdiğini fark ettim anladımki buket işinin erbabı neyse göbeğimi yalarken bi anda sikimin kafasını vakumlayıp bıraktı ve kafasını kaldırıp gözlerime bakarak çokmu istiyosun beni sikmeyi dedi ben şoktayım meğer o masumiyetin altında ne cevher varmış ben evet aşkım diyince sikimi önce tane tane öptü dilini gezdirerek bi anda kafasını alıp ağzına vakumlayıp bırakıyordu ama öyle zevki oluyoduki bunu defalarca yapıp beni çıldırtıyordu ve artık tamamen ağzına alıp çıkarırken sikim dilinin üstünde gidip geliyordu ve artık sikimi yalamıyor artık yiyordu resmen ben resmen pert olmuştum titriyordum ve nefes nefeseydim boşalmak üzereydim buket bunu anlamış olmalıki bi sikimi ağzından çıkarıp kendi tşörtünü bi eline aldı diğer eliylede sikimi sıvazlayarak penyesini sikime yakın tutup beni penyesine boşaltacağını anlamıştım sikimi sıvazlarken gözlerime bakıp sabaha kadar sik beni aşkım diyerek hafif hafif oda inliyordu ve ben öyle bi boşaldım ki resmen böğürdüm boşalırken buket penyesiyle sikimi silip yatağa sırt üstü uzandı anladım ki sıra bende neyse bende üstüne çıkıp dudaklarını öperek alttan amını okşayarak boynunu yalayıp kulak memesini emerek göğüslerine indim buket hafif yataktan kalktı südyenini çözüp kollarından aldım ve tekrar memelerini yalamaya başladım bi memesinin ucunu ağzıma alıp emerek somururken diğer elimi külotuna attım okşamak için ama külot öyle bi ıslanmıştı ki anladım ki bukette boşalmış ben tekrar amını parmaklayıp göbeğine indim dudaklarımla ve yataktan doğrulup iki elimle külotunu kavrayıp sıyırırken buket ayaklarını havaya dikti ve ben külotunu ayklarından çıkarıp attım

ve önce tane tane öptüm amını ve dil atmaya başladım inanın dilim değdikçe çığlık atıyodu resmen bu beni iyice zevke getirdi ve yalamaya başladım ben yaladıkça buket iki bacağını iyice ayırdı ve ben yalarken elleriyle başımdan tutup iyice gömüyodu dudaklarımı amına bende somurarak emiyordum ve buket bacaklarını kırıp karnına doğru çekti ne istediğini anlamamıştım ki nefes nefese utangaç bi tavırla dili sok dedi hiç yapmamıştım bunu daha önce ama buketi nasıl reddedebilirdim ki önce tekrar yaladım ve dilimin ucunu sokup çıkartabildiğim kadar ağzımdam sokunca amına buket öyle bi zevke geldiki ağlıyo sandım yeminle öyle bi kendinden geçtiki anlatamam bende artık dilimle sikiyorum resmen buketi ve buket kıvranmaya başlayarak nefes nefese inliyodu anladımki boşalıyo bende artık zevkini bölmemek için çıkarmadım dilimi resmen ağzıma boşaldı ve dudaklarımın kenarından buketin sıvısı akıyodu kanepeye buket kendine gelince dili çektim ve doğruldum buket beni kendine çekip elleriyle dudaklarımı öperek sikimi sıvazlamaya başladı benimki kalkmıştı zaten neyse buket dudaklarını çekip gözlerime bakarak mahvettin beni yaaaaaa dedi bende tekrar buketin iki bacağının arasına girip sikimi badana yapar gibi amına sürtüyordum ben sürttükçe buket tekrar hafii hafif inlemeye başlıyordu ve ben dayanamayıp bi anda soktum sikimi ve buketinn ooooofffffff diye inlemesi halen kulaklarımda ben gidip gelirken buket iki bacağını belime doladı

ben başladım vurmaya vurdukça alttan şappp şappp diye daşşaklarım buketin kasıklarına değip ses çıkarıyordu öyle biraz siktikten sonra bukete domalmasını söyledim bu ket kalkıp öyle bi domaldıki kanepede görmeliydiniz hemen arkasına geçip yarrağımı tekrar amına geçirip basenlerinden tutup vurmaya başladım buket de bende inliyoduk resmen o zevkle ben buketin küt saçlarını bi elime dolayıp çekerek sert sert sikiyodum o pozisyonda gidip gelirken buket kıvranmaya başladı anladımki 3, yü boşalıyo buket boşalınca aynı şekil yüz üstü yatağa uzandı sikim amında bende zaten boşalmak üzereydim bi kaç git gelden sonra bende inleyerek boşaldım ve üstüne uzanınca buket altımdan kalktı ve bi eliyle meleleini diğer eliyle amını tutarak elektrik yok banyoyu nasıl yapcaz dedi yaa offf deyip sen baksırını giyin bende çamaşırım battı giyip geleyim dedi gitti ben giyindim bi sigara yaktım buket giyinmiş elinde ıslalk bi havluyla geldi üzerini giymeseydin biraz silseydin tenini dedi söyleseydin giymezdim dedim ama giyinmiştim artık ama buket haklıydı çünkü göbeğimin kılları bile tenime yapışmış hareket ettikçe ağrıyodu buket tekrar çaya gitti bende kalktım elimi yüzümü yıkadım geldim sobaya odun attım falan derken buket çayla geldi çay içtik ve kanepede birbirimize sarıldık o anda gerçekten kendimi çok mutlu hissettim buket bende ilk gördüğümde senden etkilendim ama benim durumum senin durumun bizim sonumuz olmaz dedi haklıydıda ama pişman değilim dedi yaşanacağı varmış yaşandı dedi ama tekrarı asla olmayacak burdan çıktığın zaman

ikimizde herşeyi unutalım dedi hem sen nişanlının yüzüne bakamazsın hem ben dulum nereye kadar sonu olmayan bişe için yormayalım birbirimizi falan diyo bende o an tamam diyorum ama ondan bu yaşananlardan sonra nasıl kopabilirdim ki çay içtik mumun sonuncusunu yaktık saat 1 e geliyodu ben kalkayım sende uyu dedim buket ben sobanın üstünde su ısıtıp banyo yapar öyle uyurum sende git banyonu yap uyu ama yarın beş gibi söyle elektrikçi gelsin sakın ihmal etme sabah dükkana giderim akşam 5 de gelsinki evde olayım dedi tamam dedim tam kapıdan çıkacaktım ki buket sarılayım sana dedi ikimizde sarıldık ve kulağıma harikasın yeminle dedi 3 kez boşlttın beni dedi bende biliyorum deyince utanarak köpek saydınmı dedi bende evet diyince neyse söylediklerimi unutma böyle bişe olmadı yaşanmadı dedi bende tamam dedim ama sonradan defalarca seviştik hatta arkadanda yaptım bukete derseniz onuda bi sonraki hikayemde anlatabilrim

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