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Chapter 4: Champions

On a Thursday night, halfway through the semester, I was sitting at my desk, shuffling my feet against the floor, trying to work my way through John Stuart Mill, for a class in Philosophy, and Kira was lying on her bed, reading a “Roots of Judaism” text for one of her Theology courses. Something had been bothering me all day, and I was finally able to find the words to express it to Kira.

“Hon, can I ask you a question, and have you give me your best impartial answer?” I said.

“Uh huh,” Kira answered absently, absorbed in the thick book.

“Well, do you think that I could ever be ‘good looking?’ I mean, I know I could never be beautiful or anything like that, but do you think that, maybe with, like an extreme make over or something, I could be, uh, maybe not too ugly?'” Kira looked up at me, over the lenses of her reading glasses, something that I always thought looked cute.

“Rachel, honey, I think you’re already beautiful…” Kira ventured.

“I know baby, and I love you beyond life for it, but you’re not being impartial, and that’s what I really need here,” I said. “Could I ever be pretty, or good looking, or cute, or, not gross if, say, people taught me to do stuff to look better?” There were tears in my eyes already, and I had a feeling that this was going to be harder for me to discuss than I had expected.

“C’mere baby, Kira said, patting the mattress next to where she was stretched out, her upper body resting against the headboard, her panties-covered bottom and bare legs and feet resting on the mattress. She was wearing a tee shirt with “Cheerleader Squad” in green silk-screened on it, no bra, her hair hanging loose, and a pair of white athletic socks, and of course, her panties had kittens on them, this being Thursday. Kira was sometimes a slave to habit.

I got up and padded over to her, I was a little more formally dressed, wearing cutoffs and an old golf shirt of my father’s, that I’d rescued when my mother got around to throwing out his clothes sometime after his death, and my fuzzy cat slippers that I thought were cute, but at which Kira rolled her eyes, something I thought was perhaps just a tiny bit hypocritical, given her ‘animals on the panties’ issues, and her own fuzzy bunny slippers.

I sat down next to her, and Kira put her arms around me and hugged me, her fingers stroking my long brown hair. I never needed a hug so badly as then, and I felt so warm and safe in her arms there. Of course, that just made me start crying for real, then. Kira held me, and just made quiet little “shshsh” sounds, and rocked me back and forth. The smell and warmth of her hair was comforting to me, and reminded me of the few times I could remember when my mother was a mother, and hadn’t been actively trying to fuck with my head.

I kind of cried myself out, and looked at Kira, and I said, “I’ll bet I look REAL attractive now, huh?” And Kira said, “My impartial answer is, ‘You’ve looked better.'” I started giggling and said, “This is my serious heartfelt problem for the day, and YOU’RE making me giggle?” I tried to look outraged, but didn’t have much luck.

“Okay, seriously Rachel, you really ARE good looking, that’s my impartial answer. And the feminist, empowering answer is that looks are a man-generated non issue, and that looks aren’t important. But I understand that you want to demonstrate to yourself somehow that you’re good looking, at least that’s what I THINK you want.” Kira looked at me uncertainly, and I slowly nodded my head, as I looked deeply into her soft blue eyes. My fingers nervously flattened the wrinkles in the sheet next to me.

“Yeah, that kind of sounds like it. I’d just like to BELIEVE that I’m not ugly,” I said, tears welling up again. I rubbed my eyes to clear them, and sniffled, then looked at Kira.

“Do you think that you’ll EVER believe you’re good looking?” Kira said, “given what your mother did to you?” She pulled a tissue from the tissue box on her side of the bed, and handed it to me. I dabbed at my eyes and nose. “Think about it. You wonder if you could ever be considered ‘good looking,’ but you keep defaulting to ‘not ugly.’ And the longer you talk about your looks, the lower your self-assessment becomes.”

“I didn’t notice that,” I said, mulling over her words. “But I think that I can.” A brief smile flashed over my face, and then was gone, like a passing butterfly.

“Well then, it’s for sure that you’re not going to believe that I can be impartial about your looks,” Kira said, thoughtfully, her hand over mine. “And I don’t think that you could be impartial about your looks either. So, maybe if somebody else said you were ‘attractive,’ ‘cute,’ whatever, then you’d have to believe them, right?” Her eyes remained steady on mine.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said. “But none of our friends would tell us the truth if they thought it would hurt either of us, and strangers would just think I was crazy if I asked them.” We both sat there for a while, my fingers absently stroking Kira’s bare thigh, so smooth denizli escort and tan. Kira seemingly went back to reading her Theology text, and had perused a paragraph or two of it, when she suddenly slammed the book shut, making a loud CRACK!, and startling me.

“I know!” Kira said. “The Winter Festival, just before Christmas break. There’s always a contest to elect ‘Santa’s Helpers.’ It’s supposed to be a charitable thing to raise money, but it ends up being a beauty contest, at least for the girls. The guys usually end up electing a dog, or a wacky celebrity or something as the male Santa’s Helpers.”

“A dog?” I said.

“Yeah, one year they elected a bottle of beer – they don’t seem to take it very seriously,” she said. “But, it’s always been pretty competitive among chicks.” I giggled.

“You sound like a guy. Chicks?”

“Why not?” Kira said, mock-leering at me. “I like the same thing.” She cupped one of my breasts, and gently squeezed it, bringing her lips to mine and kissing me for a few moments. She pulled her face away from mine, and said, “Anyway, I think a beauty contest is just what you need, sexist or not.”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that,” I said. “I mean a campus-wide contest, that’s ridiculous, I couldn’t compete with most of the girls here!”

“Well, I disagree with you, I think you could, but that’s the beauty of it. Er, sorry. I mean that’s what makes it perfect. It’s a dorm-wide competition. Each dorm elects their own male and/or female Santa’s Helpers. You can compete for the Female Santa’s Helper from ‘The Madhouse!’ Besides the great honor of representing Madison Hall, there are many awesome gifts for the winners, I think last year Ellen Johnson from the 3rd floor, and an Abyssinian named ‘Clyde’ won a big bag of Cheetos and a $10 Starbucks gift card. I think Clyde got the Cheetos, and Ellen got the gift card… or was it the other way around…?”

Kira pretended to look thoughtful, so I hit her with my pillow. I think any jury in the country would vote to acquit, don’t you? LOL

“So, what do you think? I’d ADORE helping you get dressed up, and made up, and do your hair, and, and, everything! I’m getting excited!” Kira smiled happily.

“Mm, do you REALLY think it’ll be okay?” I said. “I don’t mean do you think that I’ll win, I just mean, do you think I won’t get too embarrassed?”

“Sure, it’s a secret vote, they only announce the winners, so nobody else gets embarrassed, see?”

“In that case, okay, and I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY appreciate you helping me, ’cause I don’t have a clue what to do!” I hugged Kira, and then we kissed, our soft and full lips coming together, the sweetest, most romantic sensation I’ve ever truly felt every time I’ve done it. The sweetest thing about my lovely, blonde goddess Kira, is that she’s ALWAYS so good to me, even if I don’t deserve it. Her lips, so full and warm, softly conveyed her love for me, gently pressing against mine, her breath through her nose blowing warmly and lightly across my cheek. Her strong, small hands held me, as though she were afraid I was going to fly away in the middle of our kiss.

Her full, ripe breasts pressed against mine, and I sensed, rather than actually felt, her small pink nipples hard and erect against my own breasts. I brought one hand up to feather it across her left breast, feeling her roundness, and her heat. I could die, having known Kira’s breasts, everything else was a bonus in life. We broke our kiss apart, and I looked into her eyes. I was stunned to see a glimmer of fear there. “Kira, what?” I said, fearful now myself.

“Nothing,” she said. “I just don’t want to ever lose you…”

“I will never leave you,” I said, perhaps foolishly. It’s for certain that the gods laugh at such pride and conceit on the part of lovers. But I was new to the Art of Loving, and didn’t know any better.

Not yet a time for lovemaking, we both snuggled down on the bed, and kissed and caressed, inhaled each other’s sweet, moist fragrance, assessed each other’s state of arousal by pressing lips to softly-fevered flesh, lightly connected fingers to moisture. I remember my hands softly cupping Kira’s warm, round bottom, our heat connecting, but not our flesh, my hands outside of her thin cotton panties, her nimble fingers idly stroking my crotch, through the worn blue denim. We both came, gently and just barely, lazily, because that was right for the time. As I was dozing off, Kira whispered, “Just one rule in the Pageant.”

“What’s that?” I mumbled.

“No fuzzy cat slippers on contestants,” she said.

“Not even on Clyde?” I said. Her answer was inaudible as we both fell asleep.

The next day, we both got up pretty early, and headed out to our respective classes, a full day for both of us. I didn’t get back to the room until 7, after a late class and dinner at the dining hall, salad and chicken fingers, with a glass of milk. I walked in, to find Kira at her study desk, wearing her usual animal panties (giraffes this time), izmit escort white athletic socks, and a plain blue polyester blend collared blouse, nothing else. Her long, blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders fetchingly. She leaned her face up to me to be kissed, and after some small talk and catching up, I stripped down to panties and tee shirt, and headed over to the desk on the other side of the room to start my studies.

I had opened up my text, and was reading, for probably 15 minutes, when I heard a soft voice call, “Baby?”

I swiveled my arm chair around, to see Kira in her arm chair, facing me, a mysterious, faint smile on her face. Kira didn’t say a word, but, looking at me through heavy-lidded eyes, slowly brought her right hand up to the top button on her blouse, fingering it open, then moving on to the next, and the next languidly, until her blouse hung open, and the inner swell of her full, creamy breasts was exposed, and I could see the little peaks her tiny, erect pink nipples made in the crisp fabric.

I was pleased to see that Kira wasn’t wearing a bra, and had decided to share a view of her beautiful body with me, her beautiful breasts forcing the fabric apart, like a broad-shouldered football player crashing through a line of opponents. But Kira didn’t stop there. She pulled the blouse off her shoulders, but left it still on, like a stole, so that my entire focus was on her lovely breasts, their full swell, and her sweet, oh so feminine pink nipples and areolas. She brought her hand up to her erect nipple on her right breast, and began circling it lightly with her finger.

I looked at Kira, and she was clearly excited, and caught up in her own seduction of me. She looked straight into my eyes, and licked her upper lip for me, then her lower lip, her upper torso moving faintly, sinuously and slowly. I licked my own lips, as my mouth had turned dry for some reason. Kira moved her hips forward on the chair a few inches, causing my eyes to focus there momentarily, and I could see a noticeable wet spot, glistening right where the slit of her pussy was hidden, her fluid in excess wetting the fabric there with her cream.

Kira continued stroking her breast, then went on to lightly pinching each of her nipples, the small, wet circle at her crotch getting larger. I found my own hand now, between my legs, absently stroking the outline of my pussy. I could feel my curly pubic hair compress, spring-like, under my fingers, as I strove to make more contact with the sensitive nerve endings there, in my clit and my labia, as they engorged with blood and my passion rose sharply. A faint whiff of my own musk rose up to tickle my nose, and inflame my lust further.

Soon, we were both engaged in a mutual exhibition, and a wonderful masturbatory seduction, Kira softly stroking her small, rough nipples, then bringing her other hand to the sweet area between her slim thighs, and tracing the outline of her labia, pausing to stroke her swollen pink clit, and, wetting her finger against the moist fabric, brought her finger delicately to her nose, and inhaled the sweet fragrance of her tight, little pussy, then taking the wet finger into her mouth and sucking it in between her soft lips.

I gave a little moan, and slipped my finger under the elastic legband of my own panties, in the crease of my pubic vee on the right side, my finger finding my own wet, open slit an inch away, and slipped inside my tight opening. My hips pushed forward at this stimulation, causing my finger to slip all the way inside, and I moaned again.

I took the finger out of my hot vagina, reluctantly, then echoed Kira’s actions, bringing the wet digit up to my nose to smell, and become intoxicated by, the musky, fragrant aroma of my aroused pussy, and slipped the cream-coated finger into my mouth, to savor the flavor of a hot pussy.

Kira, on seeing that, cooed softly, then more blatantly pulled the front of her panties down, giving me an intoxicating view of her small blonde bush, her swollen, pink lips and reddish slit between, and, nestled just below her bush, the tiny, pink treasure of a pearl. She leaned back in her chair, exposing her sweet cunt to me, making herself sexually available to me, submitting to me, inviting me inside her.

That pink, wet pussy, pouting and plump, reeled me in, like a deep sea fisherwoman hauling in a sailfish. As though in a dream I rose up, pulled off my tee shirt to bare my breasts for her, my brown nipples stiffly erect for her mouth and fingers, and walked over to Kira, sprawled dreamily in her study chair, her blouse still on, but covering nothing, her pussy pushed forward, the panties covering her wet slit again. Kira looked up at me and smiled sexily, a woman in full sexual heat. Her hands went to my panties, one hand tugging at the waistband, the other closely cupping my cunt and bush. Kira tugged my panties off one hip, the bottoms uncovering one ass cheek, then, switching hands, so that her other hand now cupped and pressed my fabric-covered gaziantep escort pussy, lowered my panties off the other hip, baring my other ass cheek, so that I essentially had nothing on, other than where her hand inexplicably still covered my hole with the fabric of my panties.

Then she pushed, and rotated the fabric against my mons and opening, until it was soaked with my own cream, and fragrant with my musk. Kira then lowered her hand from my pussy, taking away the last vestige of cloth covering me, and brought my wet panties down to the floor, where I stepped out of them. She then brought the moist panties up to her cute nose, and, covering her face with them, inhaled the scent of the most intimate parts of my body. After one deep breath, she gently took the panties off her face, then placed them aside on the desk, like a birthday present set aside while one thanks the gift-giver.

Kira looked up at me, her full pink lips whispering, “My beautiful lover,” then put her hand on my bottom, and pulled me, willingly, toward her face. My hips on the same level as her mouth, her intentions were obvious, and I brought my legs astraddle the chair to make it easier for her. Kira’s soft lips gently kissed my bush, the springy brown hair there, rebounding from her lips pressed against it, then ducked her head slightly to bring the tip of her pink tongue against the pink of my clit, her knowing tongue applying just the right amount of friction on that sensitive organ.

I gasped, the immediate pleasure of her touch surprising me, then pressed my full hips against her mouth, greedily seeking greater contact. Kira sensed this, and pulled back to maintain her light contact, but compensated for my anticipated disappointment, by insinuating one of her index fingers, moistened with her own pussy cream, between the globes of my full, warm bottom. I moaned, to feel her long finger delving deeper into my compliant furrow. I put my hands on the back of her head to try to force her face into my heated cunt, but she was enjoying teasing me too much.

I stood up on my tiptoes, to try to get her hot tongue into my leaking slit, and finally, Kira thrust her tongue deep inside me, and I moaned deeply as I felt her thrusting into me, and her cute snub nose deliberately bumping into my sensitive clit. Meanwhile, Kira was alternately finger fucking my ass hole, and scraping her sharp nail around the outside of my anal pucker.

“Oh, honey, I’m cumming now,” I said, as shocks of electricity radiated out of my clit, throughout my body. “Oh, GOD!” I screamed. “OH, YEAH!! FUCK!” I was afraid that I might get too loud, and attract attention down the hall – goodness knows what the girls in the next room thought already, the way we fucked! I held on, through several orgasmic waves, then stroked my fingers through Kira’s long hair as she slowed her licking of my increasingly sensitive clit. She slipped her finger out of my ass, and, reaching up, teasingly tapped the tip of my nose with the finger, then my lips. I was afraid to open my mouth, I didn’t know if she’d slip her dirty finger between my lips. The smell was stimulating, though, and strangely, wonderfully attractive.

Kira stood up and smiled at me, her face glistening with my juices, and brought her lips to mine, her hands framing my face. Cum was something I was a little more used to, and I kissed her back gratefully, the fragrance was wonderful, but it only made me hungrier for her own feminine cream. “Let’s get in bed,” I whispered in her ear. Kira nodded, and we held our embrace as we sort of hopped together over to the bed, then fell on it. The impact separated us, and Kira slid herself into the center of the bed.

I kneeled next to her as she centered herself, on her back, her sweet body open and available to me. As she looked at me expectantly and vulnerable, I turned around on the bed, then lay down next to her, on my side, my feet at the head of the bed, my head at her feet. Kira whistled, “This looks like fun! Where’d you learn this? I know I didn’t teach it to you…”

“You’re not the only one who knows different sexual positions, y’know,” I teased back. “What do you think I’m doing on the Internet, when I’m not looking up data reports on the Dow Jones Index?”

“Dow Jones this, motherfucker!” Kira squealed, and quickly brought her head between my legs, my thighs parting to allow her closer access to my cunt. Meanwhile, I moved so that I was laying on top of her in the classic ’69’ position, and urged her legs up, which canted her pussy right into my face. I could smell her wet puss, and began lapping at her swollen labia, her exposed clit, and deep inside her silky opening, in no particular order or effort to build her to an orgasm. Rather, I was concerned about getting myself as deeply into her cunt as possible.

Kira pulled my hips, cunt and ass onto her face, and she resumed licking at me as she’d done before, and both of her hands were busy playing with, and stroking, my ass cheeks and hole. In that position my ass hole was pulled open for her. We lay there joined, licking each other’s sweet pussies, and generating numerous mild orgasms. I could feel Kira’s cums, as her pussy tightened around my tongue, and she produced more of her creamy fluid, though you couldn’t say that she “came” in my mouth, as pleasant as I found that thought to be.

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Resting a hip against the bumper of her jeep, Kairi watches the gray haze of morning tinge green as the sun peaks over the mountainous horizon. With a soft sigh she pulls on her day pack. The lot at the beginning of the trail is empty except for her Jeep. Closing her eyes for a minute she listens to the soft click of limb on limb as the light breeze ripples around her, the leaves whispering as they sway with the branches.

Shrugging her shoulders she feels the weight of the pack settle. With little more than water, lunch, a change of clothes, small towel, sweatshirt, and a flashlight. She nudges away from the Jeep, gently pushing past the trees overhanging the path, and starts ambling along. With every step she feels the dust cloud up around her boots noting that it’s been a while since rain has passed through this area at all, the short scrub oaks offering hardly any shade as she makes her way along the trail. Reaching out a hand she lets the leaves slip over her fingers feeling them brush waxy and dry over her skin.

Long auburn hair teased away from her face and gliding down her back in a loose braid, sunglasses, perfectly obscuring her light green eyes, and long lashes. Her Lithe athletic form clothed in a khaki tank top, hiking shorts (the pockets bulging with a small first aid kit, and weatherproof matches), white anklets peeking out just over the top edge of her hiking boots. She moves with a feline grace covering the distance quickly.

Stopping at a high point on the trail she sits down her legs swinging lightly back and forth against the ledge to take in the tree covered valley below. Kairi’s heels beating against the rock causing a racket of small rocks and dust to clatter down the face of the mountain trail. Turning her head slightly she traces the path with her eyes, watching it curve down away from her in a soft crescent and disappear into a small copse of trees. With her mouth set in a thin line of concentration she can almost hear the crash of a small waterfall down below.

Leaning back on her hands and taking a deep breath she feels the sun glide over her skin. The light breeze making goose bumps rise from the sweat lingering there. Gingerly she finally retreats from the ledge overlooking the valley and rubs her hands together. The light orange almost blush dust, clouds, and falls from them. Reaching back she brushes stray pebbles and dust from her butt and starts walking again.

Finally reaching the small copse and the cool shade it has to offer, Kairi continues following the trail until it leads her to the small Waterfall. She watches as the water tangles with the pool at its base, droplets of water glimmering in the sparse sunlight to fall back in ripples along the surface of the dark pool. Walking to a large flat boulder near the pool she takes off her pack and pulls out a bottle of water drinking down three quarters of it before pausing to look around to see if she’s totally alone.

With a soft smile curling her petal lips she takes off her sunglasses, pouring the rest of the bottled water over her hands washing them, then she slowly works her hair free from the thick loose braid. Her fingers combing through it feeling her locks fall in in soft curls around her oval face, her braid having made it springy compared to her usual straight locks.

Listening to hear if there is anyone nearby she starts shrugging out of her clothes. Sitting on the edge of the boulder she first takes off her shoes and socks tucking them inside. Then standing on the moss covered edge of the pool she steps out of her shorts tossing them on the boulder, followed by her panties, tank top, and Bra. Standing there naked she slowly enters the pool, denizli escort getting used to the chill.

Feeling the goose-bumps rise up the length of her body she shivers and lifts her hands up over her head as she slowly crouches deeper into the water. With a soft spring she dives in skimming just below the surface. The lily white of her skin a sharp contrast to the dark shade of the trees around her, her body striped with the few rays of light that filter through the thick limbs as she swims.

Surfacing just before she gets to the fall she takes a deep breath and dives back under, feet fluttering wildly pushing her down beneath the force of the falling water. When her hands touch the algae covered rock bottom she spins quickly and pushes off with her feet, deftly surfacing up under the fall. Her hands blindly searching along the rock face, for the ledge she knows is there.

With fingers folding over the wet gritty edge, she pulls up turning during the pull so she can sit on the small ledge, her butt resting precariously, wiggling back until her shoulder blades are pressed into the rock bare feet swinging back and forth to kick at the falling water. Feeling it cascade and pull at them attempting to draw her back out into the fall. The cool water coating her skin in small droplets as it falls towards the pool.

Closing her eyes she folds her arms and rests her head back against the rock wall. Kairi’s body shivers tearing through her with the cool humid air behind the fall. Her skin coated in a glaze of water from the fall. Taking another deep breath she pushes her heels into the rock and slips down under the water again letting it crash over her, pushing till her toes rest on the bottom. Feeling a few bubbles leak from her nose she settles down and springs off the bottom legs rocking together in a quick undulation shooting out of the water waist high.

In the few seconds it takes for the water to clear from her ears she hears a muffled cat call just before she slips back under the surface of the pool. Kairi’s face flushing with the realization that she’s not alone in this secluded place naked, shaking her head in frustration under the water she slowly surfaces and lets just her head bob to the surface taking a breath of air as she looks towards the shore seeing a dark figure leaning casually against the boulder near her clothes.

Stroking her arms through the water slowly only her shoulders and head revealed above the surface of the pool the lids of her eyes tightening as she looks at the figure, noticing that they are average height and clothed in light hiking gear as she had been. Stopping about 20 feet away she stands on the bottom of the pool the rest of her body still concealed in the darkness of the water. Biting her lip as she decides what to say, she hears a soft lilting voice carrying easily to her ears.

“Hey you’re not a Naiad are you?” the whole statement colored with a bit of impending laughter.

Cocking her head slightly Kairi smirks and says. “Not that I’m aware of, I just wanted to cool off after the hike up here strange I didn’t see anyone on the trail with me.”

With a soft chuckle the figure responds. “Well that’s an easy answer I was following you from a distance. Since the first time I laid eyes on you I wanted to meet you.”

Shifting uncomfortably in the cool water, Kairi sighs and feels a blush heat her cheeks. “Well then you are at an advantage. I don’t believe I’ve seen you before and I’m kind of trapped in the water. If you didn’t notice all my clothes are on the boulder beside you.”

Taking a step back from the boulder the figure responds. “Well it’s not like izmit escort I’m holding them hostage if you’re cold feel free to come get dressed.”

Feeling her lips curl down in chagrin Kairi slowly walks towards the shore, water shedding from her skin and hair in rivulets, her long auburn hair flowing down her back almost reaching her sculpted ass. Kairi crosses her arms over her heavy breasts feeling her hard nipples press into the skin of her forearms eyes gliding over the woman standing next to her clothes.

Light accenting her blond hair plucking the highlights and perfectly accenting her steel blue eyes, noticing that they are both almost the same height Kairi sighs and turns reluctantly taking her eyes off the beauty beside her to look for her pack and dragging it to her. Teeth biting into her lip as she pulls the small towel from inside. Toweling off briskly and tucking her hair up in it.

Pulling on her thong and sports bra she turns back to the woman saying softly. “I can’t imagine what would inspire someone as lovely as you to follow me all the way up here just to meet me. My name is Kairi by the way.”

Offering her hand a smile curling her lips she says. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you Kairi. I’m Bayle.” watching as the corner of her mouth lift in a grin she continues. “Obviously, you don’t see yourself clearly Kairi.”

Shrugging softly and dropping Bayle’s hand. Kairi turns and pulls the towel from her hair gently working it through the wet folds, laying it on the boulder she rests a hip against it and drags a vented brush through hair. Green eyes shifting back to Bayle taking her in from head to toe. “I’m just wondering what you think is going to happen out here in the middle of nowhere Bayle?”

Rather than answer Bayle’s blue eyes flash mischievously and she takes a step closer her hand lifting to trace the line of Kairi’s jaw with her fingertips. Thin long fingers sliding back into Kairi’s wet hair, to fist and pull her into a deep wet kiss. Gasping in surprise Kairi feels Bayle’s tongue tease into her mouth and sighs softly when it flicks over hers.

Feeling instantly turned on Kairi rests her hands on Bayle’s hips drawing her close. With the smooth texture of Bayle’s skin under her hands, she gently slides them up under the short tank top drawing her deeper into the kiss. Bayle’s free hand resting half curled against Kairi’s shoulder, her nails scratching lightly over the smooth curve of her shoulder.

Panting Bayle gently tugs on Kairi’s hair breaking the kiss. With her Steel blue eyes locked on Kairi’s light green, she brushes her hands down Kairi’s sides and then back up, gently tugging her sports bra off over her head whispering. “It took all my willpower not to stop you from putting this back on Kairi.” Tossing it back onto the boulder her hands cup settling breasts and rolls her tongue around each hardening nipple.

Instinctively Kairi tangles her hands in Bayle’s hair holding her against her breasts. Gasping and panting as Bayle takes both her taunt nipples into her mouth rolling them in her teeth, fingers and Palms gently massaging the sides of each heavy breast. Bayle tilts her head back slightly to let her nipples scratch free of her mouth smirking at the soft whimper escaping Kairi’s lips.

Softly taking Kairi’s nipples back into her mouth she slips her tongue playfully around her aureole and kisses down her belly. Firm hands gently pushing Kairi back into the boulder as her fingers glide down her hips pushing the thong down them. Bayle helps Kairi step out of them and tosses the thong to the rest of her clothes. Bayle’s knees hitting the soft moss next to the boulder, sliding ısparta escort her shoulder under Kairi’s knee as she lay back onto the boulder. Her other hand slides up and cups her butt moaning softly as her moist dark sex blossoms and the scent of sex fills Bayle’s nose.

Kairi’s shoulders press into the Boulder through the wet towel she’d just placed there shivering as the sensations tumble through her, lost too much in the feelings to stop the sudden pleasure filling her from head to toe. Even in the cool darkness of the small copse of trees, and the humidity of the falls, she feels a shimmer of heat radiate from within her. Searing away any hesitance as lust takes over her awareness.

Squirming lightly her hips bucking to the soft tease of Bayle’s warm breath on her lips and burgeoning clit, Kairi rocks them forward a soft “please” pouring from her lips. Reaching up and back she grasps the edge of the boulder and uses the leverage to press her lips to Bayle’s shivering with the need building hot within her. Smiling wryly at Kairi’s plea Bayle gently teases the tip of her tongue along the thickening fringe of Kairi’s lips moaning as the taste blazes along her tongue and down her throat.

Deftly sliding her other hand up over Kairi’s hip she teases her long nail around her clit then strokes the pad of her forefinger along the length of her now hard clit. Watching and feeling each subtle motion of Kairi’s building need for fulfillment. Sliding her finger down into Kairi’s slit Bayle gathers up some of her juices and then drags them back over Kairi’s clit working in slow circles around it until it’s glistening and hard the hood pulled back and revealing the beautiful nib.

Growling as her restraint begins to falter Kairi digs her fingers into the boulder feeling the harsh grit and stone not give an inch under her touch. Rocking to Bayle’s fingers and face her hips blazing at Bayle’s teasing touch. With her lips pulled back in a grimace she whispers. “God Bayle, take me you’re driving me crazy.”

As she hears this Bayle leans forward and gently teases her tongue around the entrance of Kairi’s sex her tongue sweeping inside her as a smile curls her lips, letting the scent and flavor fill her mouth and nose. Hearing Kairi rock to her and grind on her tongue, Bayle pushes deeper till her tongue is fully embedded inside holding deep then slowly starting to bob her head building Kairi’s bliss.

Pressing her heels down onto the edge of the bolder Kairi rides Bayle’s face Kairi’s entire body quivering as the sensations build and tingle up through her hips and along her spine making her rock frantically to Bayle’s tongue. Moaning as the orgasm rips through her making her body writhe and buck wildly on the hard rock barely feeling anything but the pleasure. Kairi’s mouth and eyes snapping open wide as she screams. “Fuck! Yes! Bayle!”

Bayle slowly pulls her tongue out after drinking all she can from Kairi’s core. Each hand massaging either Kairi’s Butt or her clit keeping her at climax by moving her fingers, Bayle softly flicks her clit with her tongue and trails it lightly around her sex gathering up every luscious drop. Feeling Kairi rock and grind to her tongue. Turning her head slightly she sighs and slurps first one lip then the other into her mouth sucking them free of lusty juices.

Tenderly kissing each inner thigh Bayle clambers up onto the rock with Kairi and nuzzles close pressing a soft kiss to her lips feeling Kairi snuggle closer and kiss her hungrily back. Her hands gliding into the golden silk of Bayle’s hair and holding her to the kiss tasting her bliss from Bayle’s tongue.

Breaking the kiss Kairi trails her fingertips over Bayle’s features whispering. “Mm.. It’s a pleasure to meet you Bayle.”

Brushing Kairi’s fingertips with her lips Bayle whispers back. “The feeling is Mutual Kairi.” They continue to lie on the boulder together enjoying each other as the sun shifts across the sky and through the trees.

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It had been a sordid start to the night, even by our standards. The sisters’ hands were trembling as they sat gingerly down at the table, both of them surely hyper-aware that they were sitting in an upmarket restaurant with hard plastic objects inserted up their assholes: objects that they had just shared with their sister, with all that entailed.

It was ironic, therefore, that what I wanted next from the evening was something far softer, yet almost certainly far harder to achieve. And yet that near impossibility was what drove my desire: the need for me to push them both so far beyond their comfort zones, while thrilling them with an intensity that neither could ever have experienced before. I understood that Jane and Anne had feelings that matched mine, that they found scarcely believable excitement by allowing themselves to be used in the most extreme ways that I could devise. They still had limits – reasonable, rational limits – but I was determined to break them.

+++

The hotel suite had possibly the largest bed I had ever seen. I poured us some more champagne, indicated that Jane and Anne should sit on the edge of the bed, and sat myself down in a chair facing them.

“That was incredible,” I said, tossing my phone over to them. Without needing to be told, they scrolled through the extraordinary obscene pictures that they had taken in the restroom cubicles. Sitting on the bed, their shoulders almost touching, their eyes scanned the images of their asses spread wide and filled with the butt plug and beads. Their faces showed little reaction, although I was pleased to see that Jane’s long nipples were poking at the black material of her dress.

“You’re a pervert,” said Anne simply.

“I think we know we all are,” I replied. “Which is pretty damn wonderful for all of us, don’t you think?”

“I can’t even tell whose is whose!” Jane commented. It was a delightful detail that, for all their physical and temperamental differences, both sisters were blessed by similarly fabulous asses.

“Ever done anything like that before?” I asked. “Maybe some time one of you helped the other out in a moment of need? ‘Here, have mine’ kind of thing?”

Anne blushed deeply. “Never like that.”

“But something like that, maybe?”

Anne looked sideways at Jane, as if she was wondering whether to disclose a secret. “When I was at college and not getting any action, Jane gave me a vibe. Told me she’d never found much use for it. I never did that with it, that’s for sure,” she added, pointing at a photo of the butt plug in her asshole.

“How did that feel?” I asked. “Using your sister’s vibe.”

“I’d only ever used it once or twice,” Jane interjected. “I never got the hang of it.”

“You’d had it in your pussy, and then you gave it to Anne for her to put in hers. That must have felt weird.”

“Maybe,” Jane replied. “I think I liked the idea of getting her a bit more grown-up. You know, big sister corrupting her annoying little brat of a little sister.”

“What about you, Anne? When you used it for the first time, how did it feel knowing that it had already been in Jane’s pussy?”

Anne blushed again. “A little dirty, I suppose. I tried not to think about it.”

“Did you use it a lot?” I asked. Anne nodded. “Did you cum a lot, fucking yourself with your big sister’s vibe?” She nodded. “Did you ever use it again, Jane?” I asked.

It was Jane’s turn to blush. “One time I was staying with her. She knew I’d been having a quiet time, so just before I went to bed she gave it to me.”

“Did you think about the fact it had been up Anne’s cunt while you were touching yourself, Jane?”

“Maybe a little,” Jane conceded sheepishly. “It gave it a bit of an edge.”

“Jesus, Jane, you’re such a slut,” Anne commented quietly.

“Take your dress off and show us how you masturbate with a vibe,” I said, pulling one out of a drawer and throwing it over to her.

Jane caught the slim plastic toy easily. A year ago the whole scenario would have filled her with indignation and rage. Now she simply slipped the dress to her ankles, moved back fully on the bed in just her bra, panties, garter belt and stockings, and lay back.

She turned the vibe on to a low setting, and started to rub the tip up and down the crotch of her panties. Anne remained sitting on the edge of the bed, but her eyes were fixed on her sister’s lewd performance.

Jane slipped one hand inside her bra, and began to play with her nipples. I knew how important it was for her to have them roughly stimulated.

“Did you ever masturbate together?” I asked. Anne shook her head, while Jane continued to tease the outside of her panties with the vibe. “Is it good to have Anne watching you now, Jane?”

“I don’t know,” Jane replied, still concentrating on her self-pleasure. “I’m feeling pretty good, as you can see. Feels good with those damn beads up my butt, too.”

“Would you like Anne to masturbate too, Jane?” I asked.

“Sure, why not? The more the merrier.”

“Anne, denizli escort do you want to masturbate with Jane?” The hungry look on Anne’s face told me her answer. I tossed a second vibe over to her. She quickly shrugged off her blouse and skirt, and lay on the bed beside her sister.

It was an enthralling sight, the two women lying next to each other on the bed, their legs opened towards me, both of them engaged in the normally private act of self-pleasure.

“Take each other’s bras off,” I ordered. “We know how your breasts always need lots of attention.” There was a brief pause, as they each interrupted their play. “Anne, you first, take off Jane’s bra.”

Anne looked at me. This was it, we were finally getting to the point. No matter what had happened in the past, it had always essentially been me and one of them. There might have been hundreds of times in the past when the sisters would have helped each other to dress and undress, but this time it felt completely different.

Anne glanced down at her sister. She knew she was free to do as she chose: the compulsion that had cemented our relationship at the start was gone, and she could leave at any moment. And yet throughout our time together there had always been that unspoken element that I was sure had been in their minds, that delicious thrill they got from the intimate proximity of their sister.

Anne wanted to bare Jane’s breasts, I was sure, she wanted to reach under her sister’s prostate body, unclip the bra, lift it away and expose those fabulous nipples to our sight. And then she wanted Jane to do the same for her, for her sister to gently remove her bra and let it drop, feeling her nipples swell as her sister freed her full round breasts.

Anne reached under Jane, who arched her back obligingly. There was a moment’s awkward fumbling, and then the bra was loose and Anne pulled it onto the bed. “There you go, sis,” she said quietly.

“Now Anne,” I said. Jane sat up, and climbed around behind her sister. She carefully unhooked Anne’s bra and pulled it off her shoulders.

“Face each other,” I said. They both half-turned so that they were kneeling on the bed, face to face, Jane in her panties and lingerie, Anne in only the red thong. The atmosphere was silent, charged.

“You both have such beautiful breasts,” I said softly. “So different, both so beautiful. I love the contrast, it’s perfect. You must have thought, sometimes, what it would be like to be the other. What it must feel like to have Jane’s long sensitive nipples. To cup Anne’s full soft breasts in your hand.” They both nodded, eyes fixed tenderly on their sister’s breasts. “You can,” I whispered, “you can.”

Jane pushed her chest forward slightly, an almost involuntary invitation. Anne raised her hands, then waited, still not quite able to cross such a forbidden barrier.

“Go on,” whispered Jane, “I want you to.”

Anne gently rested her fingers on Jane’s small breasts, her fingers splayed around the long hard brown nipples.

“Touch them, Anne, touch them,” Jane said. Anne narrowed her fingers, so she was sliding them around Jane’s nipples.

“Does it feel good?” I asked. Jane nodded, and Anne too.

“Play with them more,” Jane pleaded. “You know I like it like that.” Anne moved her fingers to hold each of Jane’s nipples between a thumb and forefinger, and began to gently tweak them. “Yesss,” Jane hissed.

“Do you want Jane to feel your breasts, Anne?” I asked. Anne nodded. “Jane?”

Jane reached up, and tenderly cupped her sister’s full breasts in both her hands. She slowly touched where they hung down, understanding – in contrast to so many men – that often the most erotic place to be touched is not the most obvious one. Anne’s nipples swelled and filled in response to the gentle contact.

The sisters were now facing each other on the bed, half-naked, slowly fondling each other’s breasts. There was, in fact, something genuinely exploratory about it; they may often have been curious about each other’s bodies, and how the differences would actually feel. But there was also an intensity, an inescapable sense of sexual excitement.

Jane lent in closer, and her pencil-like nipples brushed against Anne’s breasts. I was sure Jane knew just how exciting her nipples were for other people, and was using them to draw Anne further in. Anne responded by pushing her own breasts forward, and the sisters were now close to each other, softly rubbing and feeling each other’s bare breasts.

They continued for several minutes, locked together in an almost innocent moment. Although I was nominally in control of the situation, I had always wanted this happening to be as natural and voluntary as possible. Whilst the two sisters enjoyed being forced into new sexual situations, it seemed that it would be far more erotic for all three of us if they found the desire to overcome their reluctance from within.

Sure enough, Jane’s hands eventually left her sister’s breasts izmit escort and slid around her back, sliding carefully up and down. It seemed like the sort of tentative move that a shy or inexperienced lover would make, wanting to explore further down, but apprehensive as to how it might be received. For her part Anne was still busy on Jane’s nipples, twisting and pulling them this way and that, clearly enjoying the sensation of their taut fullness in her fingers.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Jane’s hands circled ever lower down Anne’s back. I could only imagine how she was feeling, desiring to touch her sister’s ass, wanting to hold those round soft white cheeks, but nervous about taking the next step.

Jane’s hands passed over the waistband of Anne’s red thong, almost inadvertently, or so it seemed. When her sister didn’t pull away, she cupped Anne’s ass cheeks, and began to caress them. This seemed to awaken in Anne a realisation that there were other parts of her sister to explore, and she finally released Jane’s nipples and began to knead Jane’s ass.

Their bodies were so close together now, touching almost tip to toe, that I thought they might kiss. I certainly wanted it more than anything in the world, to see these two strong, fractious siblings bringing their mouths together in a full embrace. But it was also, strangely, the hardest thing, the unavoidably sexual act of lovers, and so for the moment it was impossible. Instead Jane rested her face on the line of Anne’s shoulder, her lips making the faintest contact with her sister’s flesh.

But the sensation of caressing each other’s asses, and the close proximity of their bodies, created its own momentum, and almost without thinking Jane moved her face down and began kissing Anne’s breasts. “You have such beautiful breasts, Anne,” she whispered, her mouth moving all over them, avoiding Anne’s nipples in a way that must have been sweet torture for the younger sister.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good, Jane,” Anne murmured. She pushed her chest forward, willing Jane to enjoy her tits. Finally Jane’s mouth brushed Anne’s nipple; Anne groaned her desire for more, and Jane responded by eagerly sucking on her sister’s tit. Anne grabbed her sister’s ass cheeks more fully, kneading them and separating them, revealing for the first time the string of the beads that were still firmly implanted up Jane’s asshole. Encountering the string by chance, Anne tugged lightly on it, causing Jane to mutter “fuck, yeah,” in response.

Until now both women could pretend to themselves that they were indulging in a slightly strange display of mutual exploration, that for my benefit they were playing a game, with no genuine sexual interest in each other. But now the attraction and excitement that had been latent ever since I first forced Jane to talk about Anne all those months ago boiled over. The two sisters wanted to fuck each other, and they wanted to fuck each other bad.

“You like those beads up you, don’t you sis?” Anne goaded her sister, teasing the string again.

“Least I don’t have a fat butt plug in my ass,” Jane retorted, twisting the handle of the plug in Anne’s asshole. “You always were the greedy one.”

“Jesus that feels good on my tits,” Anne said. “You sure know what you’re doing. And keep twisting that thing in my butt. You know how good it feels.”

There was no tentativeness now, Jane was frantically sucking and kissing Anne’s tits while her hands were busy between Anne’s ass cheeks, manipulating the plug this way and that, stretching and pulling her sister’s asshole.

“You want me to do your nipples, Jane?” Anne asked.

“You know I do.”

Anne pushed Jane back flat on the bed, and crawled over her on all fours, her ass towards me, the handle of the plug poking obscenely out of her ass. She kissed busily around Jane’s tits, before chewing hard on her nipples. “You like it rough, don’t you sis?” she asked.

“Bite them,” Jane urged. “Bite them harder.”

“Dirty bitch,” Anne commented, chewing viciously on her sister’s tits. Jane lifted her hands to hold Anne’s hanging breasts, pulling and twisting them roughly. Clearly both sisters shared a love of hard tit play.

They pleasured each other’s tits in this coarse way for some time, once again totally lost in their private mutual passion. But the momentum was unstoppable, and when Anne moved down Jane’s body to kiss her belly, it prompted Jane to urge her sister on more.

“You gonna do it, sis?” she asked.

“Do what?” Anne replied, faux-enquiringly.

“You know what. You know you want to.”

“You fucking want it then? That’s what you want, sis?”

“Jesus, yes.”

“Beg me then. You want it so bad, Jane, beg me to do it.”

“Please.”

“Beg me properly. You’re such a slut you know you can.” I was excited to hear the way Anne had adopted my own form of cruel teasing.

“Jesus, Anne, just do it, go down on me, please.”

“You can do better than that, Jane, you know you can.” ankara escort Anne moved back up to Jane’s breasts, forcing the elder woman to make her needs brutally explicit.

“Christ, Anne, please, lick my pussy.”

“You want little sis to lick big sister’s pussy?”

“Jesus, how can you be such a bitch? Yes I do, I do.”

“Then say it. You want it so bad, say it properly.”

Jane thrust her head back in shame and excitement. “I want my little sister to lick my pussy.”

Anne traced a line with her tongue down Jane’s belly. I thought perhaps she might have paused at this step, that she might have had to gather her courage before going further. But she tugged the crotch of Jane’s panties to one side, and brought her mouth straight down onto Jane’s pussy.

“Fuck, yes,” Jane screamed, her body bucking as she felt her sister’s mouth on her cunt. She grabbed hold of her own nipples, twisting them hard to increase the sensations running through her.

Anne could probably have made Jane cum in a minute straight, but she had completely surrendered to the passions burning through her, and she wasn’t going to make things simple for Jane. She turned and straddled Jane’s body so that they were top to toe, ready to sixty-nine each other. “You’d better lick my pussy too, then, bitch.”

Jane shook her head, trying to get away from her sister’s pussy just inches above her face. “No way, Anne, I can’t, I just can’t.”

“You always were a selfish bitch, Jane,” Anne replied, interrupting her licking. “You want me to lick you out, you won’t do the same for me?” Anne reached under her own body, slipped the thong down a couple of inches, and stroked her wet pussy lips directly above Jane’s eyes. “Lick me, Jane, I want us both to lick each other’s pussies, I want to lick your pussy and I want you to lick mine.” She lowered herself so that her cunt was inches above her sister’s face, and gently teased Jane’s clit with her tongue. “Please, sis, it would feel so good for both of us, you know it would.”

Anne began working Jane’s pussy properly again, and that was perhaps what tipped the balance; the sensations that her younger sister was creating between her legs lifted Jane’s excitement to the point where all she wanted, despite so much of her mind telling her that it was wrong, utterly wrong, was to kiss and taste Anne’s body and make her feel as good as well. Jane reached for Anne’s ass, pulled her sister’s body towards her, and brushed Anne’s cunt with her mouth.

“Oh fuck, Jane, fuck,” Anne mumbled, and Jane began to work her sister’s cunt with pure devotion and excitement.

They kissed each other’s cunts almost silently, their minds alternating between the pleasure they were feeling between the legs, and the equal but different thrill from the taste and sensation of kissing and licking their sister’s wet soft cunt flesh. It was Jane who began to break first, her pelvis thrusting up towards her sister’s mouth. Anne continued to work Jane’s pussy, but encouraged by the effect she was having she too began to grind down onto Jane’s face.

It was an extraordinary sight, first Jane then quickly Anne cumming, their bodies shaking as they tenderly and passionately brought each other off with their mouths.

Anne slumped over onto the bed. For a while there was almost total silence, broken only by the heavy breathing of the two sisters as they recovered. I might as well not have been there, which was just how I wanted it, for the moment. I had been privileged to witness something utterly special, and I had no intention of breaking the spell.

“You okay, sis?” Anne asked eventually.

Jane nodded her head. “Uhuh. Pretty damn good, actually. You?”

“Yeah. That was…incredible.”

“In every way,” Jane said. “You felt so good.”

“Mmm. You mean my mouth, or my pussy?”

“Both,” Jane replied. “Slut.”

“Ha. Takes one to know one.”

“Well if that’s what it feels like to be a slut, I’ve no regrets.”

“Me neither. You sure?”

“Sure. I mean, I know it was bad, but, Jesus, I’ve never felt anything like that. Never.”

The two sisters were still lying where they had collapsed, head to toe on the bed. Anne began to gently stroke her sister’s thighs, teasing around the top of her stockings. “Doesn’t have to stop there.”

“No. I know. I mean I know we shouldn’t. Christ, Anne, you’re my sister.” Jane began stroking Anne’s ass. “But I guess I’ve known since this whole crazy game started that part of me wanted this. It was too fucking hot.” Jane sat up, and bent over her sister’s face. “I want to kiss you.”

“Fuck, yes.” Anne lifted her head, and their faces met. The kiss was tentative at first, but soon their mouths were locked in a frantic embrace. I could see that they were thoroughly exploring each other’s mouths, the lips opening and closing, while their hands roamed freely over their half naked bodies.

Eventually they broke for air. “Still feels good,” Jane commented. Anne nodded her agreement.

Jane looked over at me. It was the first time for a long while they had paid me any attention. “You enjoy the show, pervert?”

I nodded. I still felt that the time wasn’t right for me to be involved, that the two women had more to explore on their own. “You’re both beautiful,” I said simply.

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On Thursday I was back at Julie’s door. The day before I had left quickly and in some confusion: I had started to heat up a bit and I needed to get home and fuck Dave as soon as I could. The next day I stood there at her door with my tummy doing flip-flops.

I was excited and scared and still terribly confused. I had come back with the determination to help Julie get over whatever prevented her from relieving herself. I wanted to help her as a friend, and I needed to help her so that I wouldn’t have to “help” her in that other way. Letting her lick me until I passed out was an amazing thing, but I did not want to go down that road: Dave and I were happy and I was not going to end up a lesbian.

Still, I could feel a slight tingle of anticipation pass through me as I stood there hesitating to ring the bell. In my determination, I had brought my vibrator, the KY, and the dildo I’d been given at my wedding shower (my friends called it my “Sunday Saver” in reference to football season). I started to get cold feet standing there, so I pushed the bell.

Julie answered dressed casually, and as she greeted me and I followed her inside, I noticed again what an attractive woman she was. We sat in her kitchen and made small talk, and I avoided the reason I came as long as I could. And then as our conversation wound down it got a little awkward.

After a little bit of fumbling in our conversation, Julie asked me if everything was OK. I assured her things were fine, and then she asked if things were OK between us. That managed to break my hesitation and I blurted out that I had brought something for her.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled eagerly asking what it was. Instantly I regretted saying anything. I flushed and stammered a bit, but then I regained control as I realized this was just my good friend Julie. “Well I think I have what you need to get you past your little problem.” There was immediate recognition in her eyes and I knew she had been looking forward to it. I cast a glance at the door and suggested, “Why don’t we go in the other room?”

Julie led me out of the kitchen, but instead of turning into the living room, she led me down the hall and into her bedroom. I swallowed hard decided to I’d have to take control of the situation or it might end up like before.

I sat on her bed and pulled out each of the things I brought, and began to casually describe to her how I used each. Her eyes lit mischievously when she saw the dildo, and she immediately picked it up to look more closely at it.

“Wow, it looks so real. It has little veins and everything.” Julie said.

“Maybe that’s what you’re missing: a little realism. An extra little bit of that while you fantasize can’t hurt, right?”

“Um, I guess not.” Julie replied. “But how do you use it?” Julie was trying different grips, at one point holding it like a knife out of Psycho.

“Here, let me show you.” And I took it from her. “What I usually do is sit back against the headboard… Uh, why don’t you go ahead and, um, take off, uh you know…”

Julie nodded and began to get undressed. As I watched her I denizli escort thought again about how beautifully proportioned she was. After pulling off her top and shorts, she pulled off her panties, and then surprised me by unsnapping her bra as well and tossing it away. As Julie paused for a moment, I thought about how nice her breasts went with the rest of her. I could see her nipples stiffening further, and I began to feel that tingle again. Again I tried to take charge.

I had her sit against the headboard beside me and I handed her the dildo. I then began to describe to her the process I often went through of getting my fantasy started and warming the dildo in my hands.

“Actually,” I confessed to her, “I call it a ‘cock’ or ‘my cock’ because it sounds better.”

Julie hesitated with the cock in her hands and said, “Uh, Erin this feels kind of weird.”

“Well you have to use your imagination more…” I began to reply.

“No, I mean, like this, on the bed here with you… I mean I’m naked and you’re not. I feel very exposed… Could you take off your clothes too?”

I started to object, but then I realized I would feel the same way in her place. And, I really wanted to help Julie learn to do this, so I slid off the bed and quickly discarded my skirt and top. Then in my bra and panties I asked, “Is this OK?”

Julie smiled and said, “Yes, I don’t feel so embarrassed now.”

So I resumed my place next to her and continued. I began to describe our encounter with David over again for her to spur her imagination and get her juices flowing. I told her to take the cock in her mouth and imagine blowing David. Then I had her move the wet cock to her nipples and circle them a bit, before slowly working her way down to her pussy.

Julie gasped as she circled her nipples with the cock. Her nipples were standing tall and she had goose bumps all over her areola.

I described to her how I like to caress myself over the hood of my clit and excite myself to the point that my pussy begins to leak. When I’m not taking my time I lick the dildo to get it wet enough for easy entry, but I prefer to take my time. That way, when I’m wet already, I don’t have to use anything on the dildo to get it in. If I’m really wet, it may slide all the way in without pause.

Julie was breathing heavy now and I could see how her pussy was beginning to open, already a hint of wetness could be seen. It wasn’t long before she had the entire cock inside of her pumping away with one hand while, with the fingers of her other hand, she circled her clit, and occasionally reached down to feel her wetness between her fingers as she slid the cock in and out.

It didn’t take long for her to get going, I was amazed at how fast she’d taken to using it, and how excited she’d become. Already there was a sheen of perspiration on her that made her glow. As I watched, I was fascinated by the beauty and sexiness she exuded in her passion. She gasped and moaned as well, and before I knew it my panties were very wet.

After several minutes of watching Julie get izmit escort higher and higher, I knew she had to cum soon. She was breathing very hard now, and then she started to make stabbing thrusts into her pussy and rubbing her clit franticly. I became concerned and told her to slow a bit. She reached up and began alternating pinching her nipples violently and returning to rub her clit. She didn’t seem to hear me so I tried harder to interrupt her, finally I grabbed her hand and said, “Julie, stop!”

She stopped immediately and looking up at me began to cry in frustration. As she sobbed she explained that this was how it had always been for her. I pulled her head to me and held her as she continued and let it all out. Finally she wound down and I told her, “Don’t worry, you just need to relax more. Here start again slowly and I’ll help you more.”

So Julie settled herself back again and began to go through it. I told her to imagine David fucking her again from behind and I added color to the description. I used my hands to caress her thighs, her neck, her hair.

As she got deeper into it again, Julie moaned and said, “My nipples.”

“Hmm?” I replied.

“My nipples are very… uh… sensitive.” And I realized she wanted me to help her there.

So I brought my hand up to her breast and lightly circled the nipple. She moaned and moved a bit, so I used a little more pressure and, surrounding the nipple with the tips of my fingers, I pulled gently.

“Oh, yesssss.” Julie licked her lips and moaned again.

I saw that this was making her hotter so I scooted down a bit so I could use both hands. This made Julie more vocal. “Oh, yeah. That’s it.” I then cupped and gently squeezed her breasts before returning to her nipples. “Oh, Erin, yes…”

Julie continued to get higher and as my hands began to get tired, I leaned in and started using my mouth, suckling at her like a baby.

Julie seemed to go to the moon. “Oh my god! Oh, yes, Erin, Oh, that’s it. Yes!”

I tasted her sweat, and I found myself caught up in her emotion. Instead of turning me off it was exciting me more. I licked broad circles around her nipple and resumed working on the other with my hand. I was very wet, and while I continued to lick and suck at her, I remember thinking that it was no wonder guys go crazy over women’s breasts. I wanted to rub myself, but I couldn’t let her go. I needed to help Julie get off, and I found myself enjoying her breast.

Soon I moved to my knees so I could get at her other breast, and Julie continued vocally, and getting higher and higher. I was entranced by the feel of her hard nipple on my tongue and began enjoying it like sucking cock. I found myself getting so hot, I wondered if one could cum from just this…

But soon Julie was at that point again. “Oh, Erin, I can’t… It’s not working…” As her movements slowed, her tone became pleading. “Erin, let me again? I need it, oh God, I need it. Please let me do you like before… Let me lick you, Erin. I need to eat you, please, I have to cum!”

My mind started gaziantep escort to short out. I felt a spasm in my cunt as she said that and my nipples twinge, and I felt a deep desire to let her. To let her lick me again and overwhelm me once more. But as soon as that thought came I felt that deep fear in the pit of my stomach. I quickly tried to think of David, of being married, of being called a dyke…

“Oh, please Erin, just once more? I need to feel you cum…”

And then I knew what I needed to do. I knew how I could get her off, and how I could avoid the seduction of her tongue on my pussy.

“No, Julie, I’m so close…” I knew I had to make it sound real. I had to make her believe I was going to cum from what I was doing to her. I had to make her believe. “Oh, God.” I resumed sucking on her nipple trapping it with my tongue and coaxing it from underneath. In between sucks I spoke. “Your nipples are like little cocks and I’m so hot Julie. Oh, I’m so wet, I’m going to cum from just this…”

Julie’s pleas faded with an, “oh”, and her motions resumed more methodically. My words were greeted with longer moans and deeper thrusts. I continued for several minutes.

“Oh, yes, so good” My licks and caresses were passionate as I continued, but I was running out of what to say. I was hotter than I’d ever been. Usually by the time I get to this place, a few rubs or one plunge of a cock will send me over. I began to want to have her lick me and that thought spurred me to more action. I remembered that she hadn’t need to be vocal at all to send me over.

As her nipple popped from my mouth I caught it with one hand and continued pulling it as I made my way lower. I felt the spasms in my pussy as I neared her hand that was working on her clit, but I tried to suppress them as I moved in.

Her hand moved aside as it brushed my cheek, and I started with a short kiss and then a long lick. Her juices were as I remembered on my husband’s cock and later on her tongue. I felt her hand wet with her juices in my hair and again my pussy twitched. As best as I could I did what she had done to me the other day.

Soon her other hand had left the dildo and had begun to caress my back while the other petted my hair and head. I moaned and immediately felt a response from her. Then I heard her gasp as my lips smacked once and I began making more sound. She seemed to like it so I continued further, and as I did my horniness was overtaking me.

I began to get urgent in my movements, I knew I needed to get her off soon or I wouldn’t be able to resist her. So again I spoke to her in between licks.

“Oh, God, I’m so hot Julie… I need to cummm,… I need to feel you cum for me baby.” She began to thrusting up at me and I cupped her ass to hold myself with her. “Yesss, that’s it… (lick) almost there (suck)… yesss (kiss).”

Her thrusts where quick now and I knew it was the time. “That’s it honey… (lick) (kiss) (suck) …Now, baby, now. Make me cum!” and I planted myself to her and vibrated my tongue over the hood of her clit.

“Oh, Erin, Oh God!” As Julie began to spasm I felt a tidal wave over take me. Exploding from my cunt, a massive orgasm over took me. I found myself riding with her for what seemed like ages as I came. I pushed my tits down onto her belly to feel the motion on my nipples. My heard my moans begin to harmonize with her cries as we were carried away…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow,” said Sharon. “I had no idea.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 2: The Arrival

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Janus,” the drunken boy corrected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Simple translation: Hell no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh fuck! Fucccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.”

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

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

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

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

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Prologue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

\ Seriously? /

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

Excitedly, she typed her own message and hit send.

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

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

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

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

\ Damn right! /

\ I actually attend the same lecture as him. /

\ Ew… That sucks. /

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

\ Oh, hell yeah, girl! 😉 /

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

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

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

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

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

\ Damn straight! /

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

\ NO! I wanna hear them! /

\ Fuck yeah, me too! /

\ Me too, damnit! -.-‘ /

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

\ *wolf whistles* /

\ You sure you’re not a dude? /

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

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

\ Thank you, thank you! /

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

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

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

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

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

——————–

The Dinner

——————–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Evil fucker!’

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘What do you mean?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Not unless you’re secretly Elastic Girl.’

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

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

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

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

Her audience was captive now.

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

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

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

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

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

‘Since when is being straight discrimination?’

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

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

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

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

The sassy whisperer volunteered.

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

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

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

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

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

‘Ew, creepy!’

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

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

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

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

‘Adopted?’

‘Nope, biological.’

‘From which one?’

‘Both.’

There was a pause of misunderstanding amongst the group.

‘Wait, one of them…’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘No!’

‘No way, no fucking way!’

‘That shit’s too good!’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Japanese girl shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © 2014 to the author.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just call it inspired guesswork,” I lied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yes…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sam?”

“Mmmm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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The Matrons of Regal Bay

Chapter 21

Indigo’s Tales — Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uncomfortable or excited?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want tits like yours,” Janet admired.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Author’s Note

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

*****

Chapter One

(October 2001, Lancashire: Thursday morning)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Saturday would be different, however.

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

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

Mmmm . . . yes, yes, yes.

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heather was wise enough not to follow that line.

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

‘Have you had lovers? Guys, I mean?’

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

‘Indifferent?’

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

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

‘You bet they are.’

‘Am I?’

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

‘We happen to be in a crowded bar.’

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

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

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

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

‘I can’t wait.’

‘That makes two of us.’

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

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

And if nothing else, Hev always kept her promises.

Chapter Two

(Friday morning)

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

How rude would it have been to say no!

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

Yum, yum, yum!

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

But some girls could go on all night.

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

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

Licking her wet, readily openness was beyond delightful.

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

Lucky Heather or what?

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that boob-rubbing thing she did . . .

Good grief yes; yes please!

*****

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

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

What was there not to like!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘You are the world’s best lover. ‘

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Next week!’

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘I thought denizli escort it was your turn.’

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

‘Okay, put it like that . . .’

Chapter Three

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

A blind woman could have seen that.

So too did every last girl on Lesbians’ Corner.

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

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

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

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

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

How could she possibly discourage a girl like Lorna?

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

That was it: full stop.

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

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

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

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

‘Yes she is.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘So what does he actually do?’

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

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

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

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

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

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