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I slowly walked into my single dorm room at the top of the stairs, exhausted from a day of meetings and classes. I was told that English majors had an easy schedule, but no one has a clue about the amount of research and writing you have to do. All I wanted was to wash my face and hit the sheets.

I live in a house with six other girls, a sorority of sorts. I used to have a roommate downstairs but we had parted ways under rather cruel circumstances. Basically, she locked me out anytime she wanted to fuck, which happened to be often. We didn’t talk, but that was fine with me. It was better than hearing her scream and moan when I was trying to sleep, or do anything else. The bathroom upstairs was in use so I walked down to the one that Jen and I used to share. I brushed my teeth and began washing my face, when I heard a strange noise coming from Jen’s room. There was thud, almost a dull clap sound. I turned off the water so that I could hear better, and I heard it again, followed by a small moan. I’ll be damned, I thought, that little bitch is being whipped. I laughed silently but I didn’t turn the water back on – I wanted to keep listening. I figured she was getting what she deserved.

Whoever was with her was obviously doing a good job, because her moans sounded a bit more painful with each crack. I stared at the mirror attached to the wall separating Jen’s room from the bathroom. As she moaned I slid my hand up my bare thigh and to my pussy- Jen’s guttural sex was really turning me on. I leaned back against the wall and watched my fingers slide in and out of my pussy, barely covered by my nightshirt. A moan escaped from my throat as my wetness increased with ever smack of her ass. She always did have a cute ass, round, that fit her 5’9 frame nicely. Her only disadvantage bursa escort bayan might have been small tits: we always joked that what she didn’t have in her b cup I had in my d cup. I imagined her on the floor in the room we used to share, naked, on all fours, being punished for her dirty sins, her long dark hair falling in waves down over her graceful creamy shoulders. I moaned again, a little louder, my pussy sopped with juices. I slid my fingers out and sucked on my own juices.

All of a sudden Jen quit moaning and I wondered if they had heard me. I heard a male voice on the other side of the wall and the floor creaking a little, and then bed springs. With a sigh of relief I slid my nightshirt off and slid my hand back down to my pussy, my lips puffy. My nipples were erect and I tweaked them with my left hand, rolling and kneading my breasts in circles as the bedsprings became more audible. I knew that she was on top- she loved being on top. We had bunked our beds and late at night I could feel her head occasionally hitting my mattress as she bounced on some fraternity cock. I never could figure out how she’d do it- she’d go out to a party and bring home a guy who was at least six or seven inches, fuck him, and then kick him out. I didn’t often see the same guy twice. Such a whore. I wasn’t as outgoing, pretty quiet, so I never had half the dates that she did. I hated and envied her for it.

I decided to sit down on the toilet to get a better angle at my pussy. She was moaning a lot louder now, enough that I probably could have heard her upstairs. I slid two fingers in, out, in again, developing a rhythm with the bedsprings. I heard him talking to in a loud whisper, “that’s it you little cunt- take my big dick.” I fingered myself harder, moaning.” bursa bayan escort He groaned, “make me cum, slut.” I closed my eyes. I could see her, naked, bouncing. Bouncing on me. I imagined her tall frame, my hands around her little tits, our legs spread so that her clit was rubbing mine, her hands molding my own huge breasts, pinching my nipples. “My little slut,” I groaned as I slammed my fingers into my dripping slit over and over. “That’s it bitch, we’re going to cum together, I’m going to spread it on your tits and make you lick it off of my fingers, unhnnn,” I groaned, louder, so close. And then I heard the door creaking open, no time to grab my shirt. I hadn’t locked it when I came in to wash my face.

Jen was just standing in the doorway in a sheer black camisole, looking at me, with my fingers in my cunt, my nipples swollen and red from my pinching, legs spread across the toilet. I flushed with embarrassment as she stared at my juices on my swollen lips. She took a few steps in as I scrambled to look somewhat presentable even though I was naked. She put her hand on my shoulder and said “Stop moving.” I froze again as she turned and closed the door.

“Do you like listening to me?” she asked, grinning like a freshly fucked bitch. I nodded, angry that she had caught me and angry that her pussy was full of semen and mine was not. “I like hearing you punished. You deserve to be whipped,” I said, standing, reaching for my shirt to go upstairs. She stood in front of the door. “Where do you think you’re going? You should be punished for eavesdropping.” She grabbed my arm and held me while she sat down on the toilet. “And I am going to punish you.”

I tried to get loose but she yanked me so that I fell right in front bursa merkez escort of her onto my knees. I had no idea that she was so strong, but she’d lifting after classes and I guess it had helped. My ass was in the air and she slapped me, hard. It hurt like hell, but at the same time I could feel juices seeping down my legs. She slapped me again and I looked up at her. She laughed, “You do like it,” and slid her hand in between my legs, touching my pussy. I shuddered and quit trying to get away as she slid a finger in and back out. She tasted it. “My, my, what a sweet cunt you are. Turn around.”

I faced her and she spread her legs. She only shaved the outer edges so that hair wouldn’t be seen when she wore a bathing suit; otherwise, she was full bush. Jen put her hand on the back of head and pushed me into soaked, hairy cunt. I lapped at her lips, tasting her cum and the semen from her latest fuck. I slid my tongue inside of her hole and she moaned, pressing my head in further. I licked all around her lips, and sucked on her clit, hard, clenching her hips as my tongue slid in and out and all around her. Her cum tasted so good. “I’m going to cum, you little whore,” she cried as I felt her pussy quiver and open up a whole new river of cum. I sucked and licked, swallowing her juices, and then leaned back, my lips covered by a coating of her cream.

She leaned back and sighed. “Well, are you going to cum for me or not?” she asked, idly toying with her little nipples. I sat and spread my now soaked thighs and rammed three fingers into my cunt without hesitation. I fucked myself, in and out, feeling my pussy tighten immediately. I knew I was going to cum. Jen saw the look on my face and leaned down and slid a finger over my nipples, grazing them, and then down to my clit. “Let me help,” she whispered, and she began rubbing the swollen, red head. I screamed as my pussy exploded, creamy cum pouring out as the muscles clenched my fingers, my body shaking. Jen smiled and stood up, walked back to her room and closed the door as I lay on the floor, still tasting her cum in my mouth.

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Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activities are at least eighteen years of age.

*****

“It’s cool, right? We cool here, right?” Ray Richards asked as he pulled his still dripping cock out of Deanne Williams’ slimy pussy.

The eighteen year old student giggled as she looked at his white penis and shrugged.

“Yeah, it ain’t nothing but a thing,” she said.

“So we cool?” he again asked, hurriedly zipping up his trousers.

“Yeah, we cool; you don’t want you no blow job?” Deanne asked, wiggling her haunches into her polyester panties.

“Uh no, no, maybe next time, right?” the math teacher asked, even as his cock was growing at the thought of the heavy-set black girl putting his penis into her mouth.

“All right,” the girl shrugged, grabbing her purse. “I holler at you later, hear?”

Even as he locked the door to his classroom at Elgee High School in Elgee, Louisiana, Mr. Ray Richards was racked with guilt. Loving wife was at home, stricken with Multiple Sclerosis, bedridden. Their five children did what they could to help but there was so little that could be done.

And, once again, he had been unfaithful so such a loving, devoted, yet ill woman.

Outside of her home on Wabash Street in Elgee, Louisiana, Georgette Sanders was playing Jacks on the sidewalk. Betsy, her best friend in the whole world couldn’t come out to play; her mom was very sick and her dad wasn’t home yet. Georgette looked again for Mr. Richards’ car, but the teacher still wasn’t home, so Georgette bounced the ball.

Suddenly, a combat boot stomped on the four jacks on the ground, breaking the plastic pieces.

“You ass hole!” Georgette shrieked at the three laughing twelve year old boys.

“Yeah?” Dan Ragliani sneered, pinching the small blonde girl’s face in his hand. “What’d you call me?”

Jason ‘Jase’ Cruz and Philip Thompson laughed the two white and one black youth high on the three marijuana joints they’d smoked a few minutes ago.

“Want to try fucking with me, tough guy?” Jim, Georgette’s older brother asked, shoving Dan hard. “Huh? Big tough guy, picking on little girls? Huh?”

It was three against one, but looking at the well-muscled fifteen year old, Dan, Jase and Philip knew at least one of them would get hurt and hurt bad. So, muttering threats and insults under their breath, the three boys wandered away.

“Sorry, Georgie,” Jim comforted his sister. “No way for me to fix them; they’re smashed up too much.”

Chapter 1

Shortly before graduating from high school, Deanne knew she was pregnant. She had no idea who the father was; there were at least fifteen men and boys to pick and choose from. Of these, though, the only one whose name she could remember with any fondness was Mr. Richards. He didn’t demand sex; he asked for it. He didn’t expect blow jobs but he always acted real appreciative whenever she would give him one.

And unlike Coach Earl or Mr. Knowles, Mr. Richards would give her a ride home after fucking, if she asked for it.

So when Deanne gave birth to twin girls, she named the first girl Rayanne Penelope Williams. (Mr. Richards had once said that his wife’s name was Penelope.) And the second daughter was named Deechard Elisabeth Williams (Mr. Richards had said his only daughter was named Elisabeth.)

Deanne received some assistance during her pregnancy and that amount doubled upon the birth of the girls. On the first of the month, still sore from the strenuous birthing, Deanne walked to St. Ann First National Bank, cashed her assistance check and was never seen again.

Care for the girls fell to their maternal grandmother. She raised them in the two bedroom, one bathroom unit she and Deanne had occupied for the past nineteen years, in Elgee’s Water Street Projects.

From birth to puberty, Rayanne and Deechard were identical twins in physical appearance. Rayanne, however seemed to have an inner drive that Deanne, Grandmother, nor Deechard shared. Deechard was content going to Thomas Harris Elementary school and receiving the Cs and Ds given to any child that actually showed up for class. Then she’d play outside with the other children of the crumbling government housing neighborhood.

Rayanne, on the other hand, preferred to stay indoors, studying. When she wasn’t studying, she was reading anything she could get her hands on. At breakfast, she even read the cereal boxes.

Grandmother wasn’t a bad woman or a lazy one; she just had no ambition and no imagination. Her one vice was Louisiana Lottery scratch-off tickets.

When puberty hit, Rayanne blossomed into a five foot four inch tall girl with a thirty four C chest, twenty six inch waist, and thirty two inch hips. She kept her tightly coiled hair cut short, close to the scalp and loved wearing floral patterns, dresses and skirts.

Deechard ballooned to five feet four inches and two hundred and thirty nine pounds. She let her hair grow out, trying to achieve the dreadlocks of her idol, Whoopee Goldberg. She wore her clothing bursa escort far too tight, believing, just as her mother, and her grandmother, that she was a beauty.

“Girl, if you got it, show it, know what I’m saying?” Deechard would cackle.

When the girls were seventeen years old, one of the scratch-off tickets paid Grandmother five hundred dollars.

(Rayanne congratulated Grandmother, not pointing out that at $10 a week for the past year alone; Grandmother had spent more than five hundred dollars to win that five hundred dollars.)

Grandmother bought herself a new television and a gaudy necklace that had a large simulated diamond pendant. She wore the gold plated necklace on the outside of her clothing, showing it off proudly.

Deechard and Rayanne were in school when the next door neighbors kicked in the door and slashed Grandmother’s throat for the necklace and television and the three large rings Grandmother wore.

Cash for Gold Pawn Shop gave the man and woman the bad news; the necklace and three rings were nothing but gold paint and glass; altogether worthless. But the clerk noticed the dried blood in the chain links and alerted the police while his fellow clerk haggled over how much the man and woman wanted for the television.

While the two neighbors of Rayanne and Deechard’s were being arrested for first degree murder, Georgette ‘Georgie’ Edwards was in Shapes Fitness and Wellness Center, curling a twenty five pound dumbbell in her left hand. She was grateful that a group of women had come together and opened a ‘Women Only’ facility in Bender, Louisiana. She used to belong to Red’s Gym and Fitness Center, which was close to her house, the house she shared with Ronnie, and Ronnie ‘RJ’ Junior and Sandra, her husband and two children. But at Red’s, when she tried to work out, invariably some steroid junkie would either try to impress her by lifting more than she, or would scowl darkly at her.

“I am married,” Georgie would snarl at the ones that tried to pick her up.

“Shit, so am I,” most of the would-be Lotharios would smirk.

But here at Shapes, Georgie didn’t need to worry about macho jerks. And Cindy Broussard-Robichaux, the woman that oversaw the weights room was always there to help.

Georgie switched to her right arm and continued the curls, feeling the satisfying beads of sweat trickling down her torso, trickling in between her forty one B breasts.

A glance at the clock told her she had twenty eight minutes until her massage from Gretchen Dunbar and Georgie flung her long blonde hair out of her eyes, cursing herself for letting Sandra play with her hair scrunchies. No telling where the girl put them.

Suddenly, someone plopped down at the bench across from Georgie, slipping two ten pound weights onto the leg lift bar. The girl, about nineteen, possibly twenty years old, smiled at Georgie, then began to lift the cushioned bar with her left leg first.

Each time the blonde girl brought her leg up, the leg of her baggy shorts gaped open, showing Georgie a tight little slit sparsely framed by blonde tendrils.

Georgie lost count, but the strain in her bicep told her she’d probably exceeded the thirty reps.

With one last look at the little blonde pussy, Georgie signaled to Cindy Broussard-Robichaux that she was going to do her bench presses now.

“Wow!” the blonde interloper gasped as Georgie made quick work of hefting the one hundred and fifty pounds for twenty five reps.

The girl goggled as Georgie and Cindy added another twenty pounds and Georgie performed another twenty five reps, and then brought the weights back to one hundred and fifty for a cool down.

Her blonde audience of one stared as Georgie next did squats with a hundred, then a hundred and twenty and then a hundred pounds again.

Georgie again looked at the clock and determined it was time to head to the massage station.

“Wow,” the blonde said in an awed whisper. “I mean, I always thought bodybuilders were ugly looking dykes!”

“What?” Georgie asked, drinking from her water bottle.

“But you’re gorgeous!” the blonde continued.

“Thanks, Sweetie,” Georgie smiled and struck an exaggerated pose.

“Ah!” the girl goggled. “Ma’am? How do I get like you?”

“Talk to her,” Georgie said, pointing to a smiling Cindy.

Georgie’s good mood evaporated the moment she sat in her car. Ronnie would be coming home soon. And he’d want supper. And then he’d want to sit on his ass and watch some silly sports. It really rankled him when she’d pointed out, no matter who won the Super Bowl, their lives would not change one iota.

“Ooh, the Final Four?” Georgie asked. “Wow and why do we care who wins? Is this life changing for us? For our kids?”

Then after watching some game, drinking two or three too many beers, after yelling at the kids for being too loud while a ‘crucial play’ was occurring, he’d want sex.

Nasty, degrading sex. He should be satisfied with laying on top of her, thrusting his cock into her and bursa ucuz escort bouncing up and down four or five times and ejaculating into her. But Ronnie wanted to stick his cock in her mouth. Worse yet, he wanted her to swallow his foul tasting semen. He also wanted to stick his cock into her rectum.

He’d tried it once. Tricked her into getting on all fours, then suddenly, she had felt a sharp pain in her anus.

A swift punch between her legs, striking his low hanging testicles put an end to his anal intrusion.

But the fact that Sandra had been conceived five months later showed that there had been no long lasting damage to his manhood.

Georgie watched, smiling, as the blonde girl staggered out of the front door. The girl hobbled to a shiny Lexus, wincing.

“It does get easier, Sweetie,” Georgie silently encouraged the girl, and then tried to encourage herself. “It does get easier.”

At the same time that Rayanne and Deechard Williams were being told they were now orphans, Jase and Dan sat in an unmarked police car while Philip Thompson approached a runner.

“Dog! What up? How’s Mama doing?” Philip loudly greeted the fourteen year old boy.

“I know you?” the boy sneered.

“You about to, bitch,” Philip said, punching the boy in the stomach, doubling the boy over.

“Fuck!” the boy gagged, trying to catch his breath.

“Let’s talk, pussy,” Philip sneered, pushing the boy into an alley.

It only took three punches and the boy told Philip everything he knew. Barton ‘Diamond’ Jeffries was the main man; there were ten couriers, each having five runners. All the runners were under age sixteen; if any of them got popped, they’d just go to Juvie for three to six months.

“My man’s Toots; fuck, I don’t know his mother fucking last name, please,” the boy sobbed as Philip slapped him a few times.

“What’s Toots driving?” Philip asked

“Got him a Lincoln Navigator, midnight blue,” the boy sobbed.

Philip pulled the boy’s drugs out of his baggy jeans, and the wad of cash the boy had already managed to collect.

“Tell Toots he looking at Death in his mirror, feel me, bitch?” Philip said, kicking the boy to the ground.

Jase pulled to a stop at the mouth of the alley and Philip got into the rear of the car.

“Toots; name’s Ladarius Tucker,” Philip said.

“Fucking Toots?” Dan sneered.

Main man’s Diamond; stays at his grandmother’s. Unit twenty in B Block,” Philip went on.

“Time for the big bad wolves go to Grandmother’s house,” Jase giggled.

Dan radioed in that they were in pursuit of Bennington Rivera, the boy Philip had just savagely beaten.

When the three thugs had graduated from Elgee High School, they had recognized that Elgee, Louisiana offered them very little opportunity. So they joined the Navy. They each did their four years; the Navy wasn’t too quick to offer to re-enlist them and they did not volunteer to do so.

Then Jase struck upon the idea of becoming police officers.

“What? Fucking hate pigs, dumb ass mother fucker, why the fuck we want to be them?” Dan had asked.

“Just stop and think about it for one fucking minute, shit for brains mother fucker,” Jase had said. “If we’re the cops, who the fuck’s going to call the cops on us?”

“Jase you beautiful mother fucker,” Dan had laughed. “If I wasn’t so sure you’re a faggot, I’d kiss you.”

“Fuck you, Ugly Annie,” Jase groused; calling Dan by the hated nickname a high school coach had called Dan.

Now, they cruised the Waters Street Projects, as well as the Dubenshire Projects. Captain Gene Paice had given his newest recruits the toughest neighborhood and had been amazed at how well the three men did.

“And there’s Toots,” Philip said, pointing out the blue Lincoln as it pulled up to the curb.

A boy, another runner approached the car just as Jase put on the lights imbedded in the unmarked car’s grill.

“Come on, run, mother fucker, I dare you,” Jase muttered.

Toots must have realized running was futile.

“Toots my man, what up?” Dan smiled, showing the young man his badge. “Pop the lock, huh?”

“Listen, y’all tow this mother fucker, y’all don’t be using them metal forks, huh?” Toots demanded.

“Unlock the fucking car, dick head; don’t worry about us towing your piece of shit wheels,” Dan snarled.

“What the fuck?” Toots said, now a little frightened.

That wasn’t how police were supposed to talk.

“Uh, you ain’t reading me no rights?” Toots asked as Dan got into the rear of the car.

“You got the right to shut the fuck up and take a left up here, cock sucker,” Dan said.

“Pull up into the garage,” Dan said when they reached his house.

Jase radioed in that they’d lost sight of their suspect and were now going on break. They entered Dan’s house through the front door.

“Mother fucker, I got rights!” Toots yelled as Dan cut his expensive suit to ribbons.

“Believe this shit? Mother fucker thinks bursa elit escort he’s got rights,” Philip chortled.

“Them real? Those real diamonds?” Jase asked, looking at Toots’ rings.

“What the fuck you think?” Toots sneered.

“I find out they ain’t, your mama’s going to be one sorry bitch she ever gave birth to you,” Jase said and whipped out his knife.

It only took ten minutes of ‘interrogation’ and Toots had told them everything he knew about Diamond and the operation.

“Now you going let me go, right?” Toots sobbed.

“Yeah, ass wipe, going to let you go to Hell,” Dan smiled, put his nine millimeter into Toots’ mouth and closed one eye.

At her house, Georgie actually felt queasy as Ronnie groped her small breasts as she labored to fix their dinner. When RJ wandered in, Georgie slapped his hand.

“Not in front of the children,” she hissed.

“What? What the fuck’s wrong with…” Ronnie whined.

“Really? Ronnie, really? Watch the mouth, huh?” Georgie spat.

At that moment, a beleaguered St. Ann’s Parish Health And Human Services employee was trying to assist Rayanne and Deechard Williams. For their dinner, Deechard asked for, and received McDonald’s. Both girls were upset; their Grandmother was dead, killed over gaudy costume jewelry. Deechard seemed to grieve a shorter time than Rayanne; smacking her lips over the two Big Macs and supersized fries.

In the hotel room, Rayanne let Deechard have control of the television as she tried to get comfortable on the lumpy mattress. Mr. Seifort, their case worker from HHS said that he’d try to find Grandmother’s sister. They’d never met their Auntie Charmaine Williams, only knew of her because of Grandmother’s stories of growing up in the Fisher Street Projects of New Orleans.

“Ooh, girl, bet them some fine ass mother fuckers in Da Big Easy,” Deechard said, almost excitedly.

“Shit, Deechard, ain’t no difference; a n*gger is a n*gger. Don’t matter where they from,” Rayanne grumbled; she had almost been asleep.

“Yeah, you would say that. I forgot. You white,” Deechard sneered.

Because Rayanne had drive, ambition, aspirations of getting away from the self-imposed prison of living in the Government Housing, of living month to month for the one paycheck, of eating off of food stamps, she was accused of being ‘white’ by her peers.

Because Rayanne constantly strove for, and often achieved high marks, because she applied herself in school, quite often the only ones that would associate with her were the few white students of Elgee High School. For that, she was accused of being ‘white’ by her peers.

Because she abstained from drugs, because she did not skip class, because she was not promiscuous, because she did not participate infights and gang activity, Rayanne was accused of being ‘white’ by her peers.

Rayanne did not need to respond to Deechard’s taunt, Deechard was distracted by the television.

“Aw, ew gross what the fuck’s that all about, huh?” Deechard said.

Rayanne looked at the television. Deechard had obviously found the adult channels and the screen showed to women, one blonde and the other African-American, locked in a passionate kiss. The two women were fondling each other’s grotesquely large breasts.

“Aw fuck no, we ain’t watching that shit,” Deechard complained and switched it to a black penis pounding in and out of a light pink anus.

“They all be all about that white pussy, huh?” Deechard complained and switched it again.

Rayanne shut Deechard out and fell asleep.

Chapter 2

Rayanne sat at her desk, hunched over the laptop computer Mr. Gordon had bought for her.

The dorm room was eight feet by ten feet, had two small beds, two small desks and hard chairs, two dressers and a nightstand that sat between the two beds.

Although the room itself was far smaller than the housing unit she’d lived in with Grandmother and Deechard for seventeen years, and smaller than the housing unit she and Deechard had shared after Grandmother’s death, it afforded Rayanne so much more freedom of movement.

She didn’t have to worry about someone kicking in the door to steal whatever she and Deechard had, she didn’t need to worry about being raped by Deechard’s latest boyfriend, didn’t need to worry about Deechard or Deechard’s friends stealing her few possessions for drug money.

Rayanne had never heard of Gordon King, or Kelly King, or the Nicole King Scholarship. Mrs. Mendelson, a case worker with Louisiana Health & Human Services had happened across Rayanne’s case file among the three hundred and twenty four cases she had in the St. Ann/St. Elizabeth Parish she managed. The girl’s file intrigued her, intrigued Mrs. Grace Mendelson enough that she took the time to read it.

“Wonder why you got you one and not me,” Deechard had mused when Rayanne showed her the HHS appointment card. Rayanne showed up for the appointment and was quickly ferried to Baylor Lake. Mrs. Mendelson did not hide her amusement as Rayanne looked at everything, having never been outside of Elgee’s lower-income neighborhood.

“Is that the Gulf Of Mexico?” Rayanne asked as she spotted Baylor Lake through some houses.

“What? No, child, that’s just Baylor lake,” Mrs. Mendelson laughed. “Gulf’s about twenty more miles that way.”

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April had heard the words the masseuse had spoken, but couldn’t believe what she had heard. Turn over? She wants me to turn over? I haven’t recovered from the orgasm I just had and now this girl is promising me

Another forty-five minutes! I know my nipples are still hard. If this girl touches them they will only get harder, April thought. I am still wet. My clitoris is still hard, like a pebble. If the girl left the room, I would stay in here and fantasize about her and give myself another orgasm. But here she is offering to continue the massage for another forty-five minutes! Maybe she likes me as much as I like her. April began seeing the two of them together in her mind. The masseuse was holding her hand while they walked down the street, both of them oblivious to the stares of the passersby. They were on their way to April’s apartment….

“Turn over, love.” The masseuse said. April, jolted back to the present, looked up from the table where her head lay and could see only the small ring in the masseuse’s navel. Even her navel was beautiful! And her stomach was flawless and ripped. April turned over slowly, her whole body awash with need. As she turned her eyes upward, she could see the lower part of the masseuse’s breasts as the crop top gapped open at the bottom.

April moved her hands up towards the girl’s breasts. Swiftly, the masseuse caught her hands and put them back on the massage table.

“Not now.” She said. “This massage is about you. If I let you touch me, I will lose my concentration, which is totally on you. We are only beginning, baby.”

Aprils mind tried to comprehend what the girl was really saying. April had fantasized about the girl’s breasts. She wanted to see them. She wanted to touch them. She wanted to see how the masseuse would react to her touch. But now her fantasies were not to be. The masseuse would be in total control over April. This excited April in a way, as she had never thought about what it would be like to be in another woman’s control.

She drew in a deep breath.

“You are so beautiful.” April said. “I have wanted to caress your breasts ever since I saw you. I want to kiss them, to suck on your nipples.” As the words flowed from her lips, April became aware of a new wetness between her legs. She was surprised at her boldness.

“You won’t remember wanting to touch me when I am finished with your massage,” the masseuse breathed into April’s ear. “After I have taken you where I am going to take you, you will wonder how you lived without me.”

April blushed. The girl was truly beyond her years sexually. April pressed her shoulders to the mattress of the massage table and pushed her breasts up towards the girl’s beautiful face. Please, she thought, touch my breasts. The masseuse, sensing April’s desire, moved her head toward April’s nipples, her mouth tantalizingly close to them. She slowly breathed on them and blew a puff of air. She watched as April’s aureoles developed small bumps around the nipples. She knew April was ready. She felt her own wetness in her panties. She blocked the feeling out of her mind, though it was becoming more difficult for her to do.

April sensed that the masseuse was going to put her lips around her nipples. She tensed and closed her eyes.

She felt her nipples bursa escort stiffen even more. She felt as if her head would explode from the tension.

The masseuse moved slowly away from April’s nipples, letting her tongue brush along April’s exposed neck. She heard April gasp, as if she had been holding her breath. The girl ran her fingers through April’s long hair and let it drape over the end of the massage table.

“You have gorgeous hair,” the girl said to April. “It’s so black that it looks blue. Your skin is so milky white against it.”

“Thank you,” April said. She wished the girl would touch her breasts. They were aching. The more the masseuse talked, the more April’s edginess increased. She wanted to touch herself, to feel her wetness, to press her fingers against her clitoris, to rub herself to orgasm. But the waiting was such sweetness, an aching sweetness. She had never felt herself get as wet as she was now, not even when she was pleasuring herself in the privacy of her bedroom, with every fantasy available to her. This girl had made her come once and was delaying April’s further pleasure in order to torture her, to make her beg for it, to make her cry out, “please put your fingers inside me! Please suck my breasts! Please make me come again!” I think I would do anything, say anything, to get her to touch me right now, April thought. Gee whiz, all she did was say I have beautiful hair and I am ready to come right now! April could not take her mind off of the girl, watching the girl, feeling the girl running her fingers through April’s hair, wanting the masseuse to bring her hands back up above the table.

The masseuse cupped her hands around April’s jaw line. “Open your mouth.” the girl said. April obeyed, not knowing what to expect. The girl gently began tracing April’s lips with the edges of her thumbs, letting them drop down into April’s mouth, inside her lower lip. Slowly, her thumbs felt for April’s teeth, gently pressing them against the edges, absorbing April’s saliva.

April felt a new bond with the girl. The girl had part of her body inside of April’s mouth. As the masseuse’s thumbs left April’s teeth, April closed her lips around them, drawing them into her mouth with a sucking motion. She ran her tongue around the girl’s thumbs, feeling the nails with the tip of her tongue, and then concentrating her sucking on only one of the thumbs, taking it into her mouth until she knew she had the whole thumb in her lips. She continued sucking, watching the masseuse’s face as she did so, seeing that the girl had been genuinely surprised by April’s action.

April released the thumb with a sigh and opened her mouth, the thumb now glistening with her saliva. The masseuse slowly lifted her thumb to her mouth, and while looking at April, put it into her mouth. She sucked the wetness from it, never taking her eyes off of April’s, knowing that April was watching, waiting to see what the girl would do.

The pure eroticism of the moment stunned April. She had had this statuesque beauty’s thumb in her mouth and had sucked it like it was a small penis! She could still feel the texture of the girl’s thumb on her lips, and the idea that she had sucked on a part of this girl’s body caused her to shiver.

The masseuse reached over to the escort bursa side table and took a bottle of massage oil and poured it into her hands. She rubbed her hands together, all the while looking into April’s eyes. She slowly leaned over April’s head and placed her hands around April’s breasts. The warmth of the oil startled April, but her body responded with pleasurable feelings. April felt the masseuse’s fingers move firmly over her breasts, bringing the most wonderful feelings to the surface, making her nipples harden until they seemed to look like little ice cream cones. The girl brought her thumb and forefinger together around each breast’s nipple and squeezed them, causing them to rise to further attention.

“You have exquisite, natural breasts.” the masseuse said. “They don’t stand up, they lay to the side like they are supposed to. And they feel so soft! I could massage your breasts forever.” The girl’s voice was soft, like cotton it seemed to April, and it seemed as if the girl’s voice had a little catch in it now.

April saw the masseuse’s lips turn up in a small smile as she looked at April. April could still see the bottom of the girl’s breasts below her crop top. April wondered quietly if she would be able to get the masseuse to remove her top before time ran out today.

“I wish you would massage them forever.” April said. “They look like they want you to.”

With that, the masseuse leaned over and her hands began their journey down April’s rib cage and towards her stomach. “Your belly button is cute.” the girl said. “Let me get my stool.” She got up and walked a few steps over to the side table and took a small stool from below the table. She brought it to the head of the massage table stood on it. It lifted her up so that she could reach over April’s body and massage the lower part of April’s body. The only part she probably won’t be able to reach, April thought, is my legs.

As the masseuse leaned over April, her crop top fell open further and April’s view of the girl’s breasts was inhanced. She could see the whole bottom of her breasts and could almost see the girl’s nipples. Now the girl was massaging April’s stomach and her hands were traveling down close to the beginning of April’s vaginal hair. April could hear her wetness making a squishing sound as the girl approached her vaginal area. She was rhythmically massaging towards the junction of April’s hips, where her legs met her torso. And she was driving April wild. April wanted to thrust up to meet the girl’s hands, she wanted to tell her to plunge her fingers into her! But she wanted to wait too. She wanted to let the girl work her magic.

The girl’s own stomach was just above April’s head. She could reach up and kiss the girl’s stomach if she was brave enough. But the girl had said not to touch her. April was afraid to break the spell the girl had on her by violating one of her rules, if that was what it was. So she didn’t kiss the girl’s stomach. She lay there letting the girl’s sweet flesh move within inches of her lips.

April began to move her hips in rhythm with the girls massage. As the girl would get close to her vaginal area, April would move her hips upward, trying to meet the girl’s fingers, hoping her fingers would find April’s opening.

The masseuse bursa escort bayan needed a better position. She wanted to get close to this woman’s vagina. She couldn’t do it by staying on the stool. She moved her knees up onto the massage table, on the sides of April’s head. Now she had the leverage she needed to work her technique. She kneaded the woman’s stomach muscles and kept working down closer and closer to her vaginal area. She let two of her fingers trace through the woman’s vaginal hair as she moved her hands and fingers to that sensitive area between the woman’s legs and her torso. She began to knead that area in a special rhythm and she noticed that the woman would move her hips up to meet her hands and fingers. That was good. The woman was ready, primed for her next orgasm. And it would come much sooner than the woman thought.

April kept moving her hips, hoping that the masseuse would finally find her vagina and let her fingers enter her. April wanted to rub against something. She would settle for a pillow! Something to release this feeling that kept building inside of her. She lifted her hips higher and felt a hard surface. She spread her legs open wider and lifted up again. The hard surface was there again. She began to reach for that hard surface with each thrust upward, faster and faster as the masseuse’s hands increased the pace of the rhythm of the massage, moving closer and closer to her vagina.

April did not know what the hard surface was; only that it was there, and she reached for it again and again.

Each thrust was bringing her closer to orgasm. The surface seemed to stay in one place, and April counted on it being there as she closed her eyes and watched the explosions behind her eyelids. She reached up and grabbed onto the masseuse’s thighs and held on as her orgasm overcame her, then another wave of pleasure swept her away as she pressed her eyes even more tightly closed. Her clitoris was still rubbing against the hard surface, her hips thrusting up involuntarily, like they had a mind of their own.

April opened her eyes to see her fingerprints on the masseuse’s thighs. “I hope I didn’t hurt you,” April said. “I know I wasn’t supposed to touch you, but I needed something to hang onto.”

“That’s okay, baby. You came and came. I loved watching you. When you grabbed onto me, I felt as if I was coming with you. You made me feel part of your pleasure.” The masseuse’s voice was coming from between April’s legs, her breath blowing into April’s vagina with every word. April couldn’t help it, but she was getting excited again.

“Did you?” April said. “Did you come?”

“No. Remember, this is about you.”

The masseuse rose up from between April’s legs and April could see her juices displayed on the masseuse’s chin. The masseuse moved down to stand on the stool again, her face directly above April’s.

“That was your chin, the thing I was rubbing against.” April’s eyes were wide. “I came on your chin.”

“Yes, baby. Do you want to lick yourself off of my chin?” April wanted to grab the girl and bring her lips to her own, that’s what she wanted to do. But she said instead, “yes.” The masseuse brought her chin to April’s lips and April opened her mouth and sucked on the girl’s chin until all of her juices were gone.

“How much time do we have left?” It felt as if time was running out and April wanted this girl again.

“I’ll let you know when time is up.” the masseuse said. “Don’t you worry about time. All you need to concern yourself with is orgasms.”

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After they had cleaned up in the kitchen, they did, finding a program that they both agreed was interesting, sitting together on the towel on the sofa – comfortably close. When Martha got up to find and light the candles again, she got the blanket, and they joined each other again under it, snickering a little as they tucked it in around themselves. When the program ended, they watched the late news, but Becky was almost asleep with her head resting on Martha’s shoulder. When the news had finished, Martha joggled her and suggested that they go to bed.

“Um-hmm,” she agreed sleepily.

“Whose?”

“Oh? Yeah, his is wet.”

Each our own? Hm-hmm! Another first time.”

They chuckled, but Becky scowled, then smirked and remarked:

“I don’t like ‘first times’ any more.”

“Just so that we can tell him we tried not to do it every night.”

“We didn’t last night — hm-hmm! – but then this morning. But, okay, we can try.”

“Maybe dream about him.”

Whom? Which ‘him’? Boris, my brother? Oh, or you can dream about him, like you were on the deck.”

“Hmm! Rather your brother.”

“Hm-hmm! But if I do too? Can he be in both our dreams?”

“If he dreams about both of us?”

“Oh, that would be funny, good!”

They had gotten up and turned off the TV and taken the candles and their glasses to the kitchen They agreed that they had to go to the bathroom, and did, in the dark, and then found their way to their rooms, saying goodnight, chuckling as one and then the other added: “Sweet dreams.”

Becky was lying on her stomach when she woke up in the early morning, recognizing that she was in her own room in the family’s house on Fire Island, as so many times in the past. It was a few moments before she recalled that she wasn’t there with her family, that she was there alone with Martha, then immediately recalling all they had done with each other, and then surprised that they weren’t together in bed. It took another moment before she remembered why not.

She smiled wryly to herself, but then recognized why she had woken up; she had to go to the bathroom. She got up. Before she went there, she peeked in at Martha, seeing that she was still sleeping. She tried to make no noise in the bathroom, not flushing, but wondering if she wanted to do what she had often done in the past when she woke up early, then wondering if that would be inappropriate – just doing it by herself.

Still undecided, as she started to return to her room, she was surprised to see Martha coming from hers. She smiled and remarked:

“Have to go, too.”

Becky nodded, returning her smile, and went back to her bed, deciding that it would be inappropriate, unfair, but then wondering if Martha also masturbated when she woke up, when she wasn’t in bed with someone, but hadn’t she said that she had only spent the whole night with her brother and her? She waited to hear Martha flush, her eyes closed. When she heard it, she nodded slightly.

A few moments later, she was surprised when the covers moved, but pleasantly surprised, pleased that she hadn’t started arousing herself. She moved to make space for Martha, who slipped under the covers, facing her. Their arms went around each other as they let their thighs overlap from habit, both agreeing with an “um-hmm.” Martha murmured:

“Funny, a little, waking up alone in bed.”

“Um-hmm. Took me a moment to remember that the whole family wasn’t here.”

“Hmm! Good thing they aren’t!”

“Very!”

“Um-hmm. Good morning.”

“You too. Sleep well?”

“Um-hmm, thank you. You, too?”

“Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! Any dreams?”

“I don’t think so. You?”

“Don’t think so either,” Becky agreed.

“Hmm? Why do you — and others — say “either,” – with a long “i” – and some people say “eether?”

“Hmm? Oh, someone said that Queen Victoria said it with a long “i,” since in German “e-i” would be pronounced that way. She was German.”

“Makes sense, people copying the Queen’s pronunciation. Oh, probably why the British say “shedule” instead of “schedule,” with “sk.” “S-c-h” in German are like “s-h” in English.”

“Didn’t know that, but it makes sense.”

“Um-hmm, so people in America who say “either” and “neither” with a long “i” are royalists?”

“Not any more, but maybe they once were; that pronunciation is more common up here in the Northeast.”

“New England, closer to the old country.”

“Maybe, once, not my family.”

Martha nodded and for a while they lay in silence in their loose embrace, their eyes closing. Then Becky’s eyes fluttered and opened again, and she asked:

“What do we want to do?”

“I don’t know … When?”

“Today.”

“Oh, … I thought you meant right now. We can go swimming, – Hm-mmm! – and see what happens, … or read. … I don’t know.”

” ‘And see what happens,’ … Hm-hmm! … What do we want to happen?”

“Nothing we can’t tell about, … this evening.”

“I guess not. … Nothing?” Becky asked.

“Hm-hmm! Well, … I guess something that we can.”

“Can do, bursa escort or can tell about?”

They were silent, looking at each other, looking in each other’s eyes, for so long that they both blinked a couple of times. Then Becky asked softly:

“And what did you think, … if you thought I meant ‘right now'”?

“Hmm? About the only thing that I could think that you might mean.”

“Yeah, I guess so, … but I wasn’t … until I just asked you. … We don’t have to.”

They looked in each other’s eyes again for a moment, and then Martha agreed:

“No, we don’t have to,” but she rubbed her hand on Becky’s back. The corners of Becky’s mouth rose slightly, and her fingers moved on Martha’s back.

“No, we don’t have to,” Martha repeated, this time emphasizing “have.”

“Hm-umm,” Becky agreed, but her hand slid down to Martha’s waist.

“Hm-umm,” Martha responded.

It could have sounded as though she was objecting to what the movement of Becky’s hand suggested, but her fingers rubbing again indicated that she was just repeating what Becky had murmured, especially when her thighs twitched. Becky’s thighs squeezed Martha’s, but she repeated what Martha had said:

“No, we don’t have to,” Becky repeated Martha’s last words, but her hand slid further, and her thumb found the soft place above the corner of Martha’s hipbone, rubbing slightly.

When Martha’s thighs twitched again, she snorted softly with a slight smile, and her fingers then also crept down towards Becky’s waist. Becky also smiled, her thumb continuing to rub, and murmured:

” We can just talk about it.”

“If you want to.”

“Um-hmm. This is nice. Even if we just talk, mine are all stiff.”

“Hm-hmm! Mine too.”

“Nice.”

“Um-hmm,” Martha agreed, and her hand moved, her thumb finding the same place inside Becky’s hipbone. Their thighs clamped together. Becky murmured:

“Doesn’t it feel good, when they are sucked? I just love to suck yours.”

“And yours, too.”

“Mmmm!” Feels so good, and to do it, sucking and licking, nibbling on your stiff nipple.”

“Hm-hmmm! Like on yours.”

Their thighs clasped together again, and their thumbs rubbed a little closer toward the other’s pussy. Their thighs opened a little and drew up, and their hands urged their hips to roll closer, and then their hips clasped again. They both hummed and nodded slightly. Martha smirked and remarked:

“Better keep talking.”

“Um-hmm, hm-hmm! But kissing is better, not just knowing that it’s feeling good for you, but feeling you make it feel good for me too.”

“Um-hmm! Feeling your tongue, … our tongues wanting to feel each other.”

They both licked their lips, grinning, and their thighs twitched together. Becky nodded and murmured:

“But not as good as kissing somewhere else. That tastes so arousing.”

“Not just tastes so arousing.”

“Hm-umm!”

“But a good way to start,” Martha replied and licked her lips.

They rolled closer, and their mouths – and immediately their tongues – found each other. After a few moments, Becky rolled back, drawing Martha with her. Martha raised her head over hers so that they could kiss even better, and did for a while, but then Martha moved her head down to find Becky’s breast, immediately sucking and licking her stiff nipple. Becky moaned and dug her heels in the mattress and moved down the bed, urging Martha to move up and over her, so that she could also find her breast with her mouth. Martha understood, moving herself around with her calves on the pillow as Becky move further down the bed until Martha could move over her, so that Becky could find her breast, sucking on her nipple, and then tonguing it as it hung free over her mouth until Martha lowered herself, pressing it into her mouth, both of them humming as their mouths sucked and nibbled, fondling each other’s other breast, and then finding it with their mouths.

Then Martha moved straight down over becky, her tongue licking a wet path from her breast down to her hair as she lay flat on her, and then they rolled to the side and drew their thighs up under each other’s head as they clasped each other’s hips to their faces.

Much – much! – later, they both gasped a last time and relaxed finally, sighing together with long moans, as they freed each other’s head.

“Maybe we did have to do it,” one of them finally murmured.

“Maybe. We certainly wanted to.”

“Um-hmm, and how!”

“Twice, … and like that again, … so good.”

“Uhmmm! Um-hmm, till I could hardly bear it, wanting you to finally let me come … but then still wanting more, again.”

“Me, too. We just do it too good, knowing what we each want.”

“Um-hmm, … just ‘too good,’ … but … I guess we should be able to do it like that better than he can.”

“Um-hmm – Hm-hmm! – of course, but I guess we better not tell him.”

“Maybe, … or maybe if we did, he could too.”

“Hm-hmm! Maybe. I hope so, … but I can’t see us trying to tell him …”

“Hm-hmm! Or show him, but then bursa escort bayan he still wouldn’t know; … have to tell him.”

“Hmm? Just maybe. Shower?”

They showered, less intimately than some times before, but washing each other just as thoroughly and then drying themselves and then their hair as Becky said:

“Oh, why shouldn’t we tell him? He knows we do it. … I think he would like to know how, … how we do it, when we do it that good. Why not?”

“Hm-hmm! And how are you going to tell him?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Yeah, that would be funny, sitting around – maybe on the deck, naked – and telling him: ‘Oh, want to know how we really like it?'”

“Hm-hmm! That would be funny. I’m not going to tell him. You can, sometime, if you want,” Martha replied.

“Sometime? Hmm? You think we will again, ‘sometime’?”

Martha shrugged, nodding, then murmuring:

“Lucky, if you do. Well, I hope so.”

Becky recognized from Martha’s expression that she could be thinking that she couldn’t, that she was feeling bitter-sweet about the thought that Becky could. She nodded with a slight smile. They hung up their towels and then went to the kitchen.

“I could eat a real big breakfast,” Becky said, enthusiastically, as they started getting things out. Martha glanced at her, for a moment watching her nude figure moving unselfconsciously as she took things out of the refrigerator, and then agreed:

“Me, too. We deserve one. Eggs on the last of the meatloaf?”

“Oh, yeah, that would be good, but heat up the meatloaf.”

“Umm-hmm, and runny fried eggs.”

“Umm-hmm, and toast and cheese, … and jam.”

“And milk – for growing girls.”

“Hm-hmm! Not that I want to, much more – just for girls who like them to be sucked.”

They both snickered, grinning at each other as their nipples stood out. They smiled at each other again and then went about making breakfast, and they were both hungry. Becky was delighted with her “runny fried egg” on a slice of warmed up meatloaf, deciding that she wanted ketchup with it, and Martha then tried it and agreed that it was good. Becky asked how Martha came to suggest the combination, and she explained that she had recalled that there was a Swedish dish of creamed beef with an egg and had remembered the rest of the meatloaf. With orange juice and milk – “for growing girls,” and they joked about that again – and cheese and jam on toast, they ate so much that they agreed that they probably wouldn’t want any lunch as they leaned back in their chairs with full stomachs.

They both had extended their feet as they leaned back, and they touched, and they smiled at each other, and then as they both move them, grinned and ended up holding them together, snorting as they pressed them together. Then Martha snorted again and said:

“We’re not going to, if that was what you were thinking.”

“I know, and I wasn’t, but you were, … at least thinking that I would be.”

“Sorry. But somehow I got the impression that you might be – almost any time …”

“Maybe, … maybe you’re right, but not right now. … Oh, we talked about that already: ‘right now’ … or not ‘right now’.”

“Hm-hmm! And then it was …”

“Real good!” she interjected and moved her feet in Martha’s.

“Stop it!” and Martha pulled her feet back from hers.

“But I just said: ‘not right now.'”

“Um-hmm. Let’s clean up.”

Becky nodded, and they started to. Then the telephone rang.

“Him?” Becky asked with a glance at Martha, as she started to go to answer it, and then stopped and said: “It must be. You can answer it this time.”

Martha nodded with a smile and hurried to do so.

“Oh, hi, it’s me. We thought it was you.” …

“Yes, she called yesterday evening.” …

“Oh, you were there. Yes, after what she said about my ‘discouraging’ a guy, she apparently thought that it is a good idea for you to be here. … To ‘protect’ us on the weekend. … No, she didn’t say that. Of course, you know, if you were there. We sort of interpreted that that was the way she felt. … Yes, real good – you must be alone – after her misgivings – is that the right word? – before. And you know we want you to … Hm-hmm! Um-hmm, to ‘protect’ us real good! … Um-hmm, we talked about that. You know we do. … Oh, I guess you aren’t alone any more, but … we are – she’s nodding … and grinning. … Yes, if the waves are good – and I’m sure that they will be – we can show you how well we’ve learned to ‘body surf.’ … Hm-hmm! You’d ‘like that’ … to body surf with us. We’re pretty good at it – Hm-hmm! – together … Hm-hmm! Of course, you ‘may speak to her’.”

Martha held the phone out to Becky.

“Hi, isn’t that great?! … Hmm! You didn’t say that for me. Who’s there? Don’t answer. Of course, you’re just coming out here to pick us up. When? … What time Friday evening? … 7:45? That early? That’s good! And we want to be ‘picked up’ … by such a strong brother and … Okay. Till Friday, we’ll pick you up … ‘pick you up’!”

She hung up the phone, escort bursa grinning at Martha, who grinned back, and they both rubbed their aroused nipples, but not to make them soft again as they watched each other, and Martha remarked:

“Maybe we will show him. Why not, if he knows we do … and … leaves us a chance to.”

“He can’t do it all the time – Hm-hmm! – but maybe enough so that we don’t want to.”

“Hm-hmm! Maybe, – Hm-hmm! – but then we would have to just tell him – Hm-hmm! – or you just ask him if you could tell him.”

“Or you could?”

“Me? It was your idea.”

“But maybe he would …, it would be better if you did.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, …oh, … I guess it would seem better – your telling him. I mean, … – you know – you have more experience. I’d feel kind of funny about doing it, … telling my big brother – he still is – how to make love.”

“Hmm! It didn’t sound like it, before. … You’re blushing.”

Becky’s nipples were all tight, as she rubbed her cheeks and smiled sheepishly and agreed:

“I guess so. … Let’s finish in the kitchen.”

Martha nodded, and they did.

Out on the deck, they saw that cumulus clouds were already developing over the windward end of the island. They lay down, Martha still reading, Becky just lying on her back, immediately letting the sun shine on her between her legs. Martha snorted slightly and said:

“You’re going to get it sunburned,” and then snorted more sharply and asked:

“Or are you going to ask him if he can see the way you’ve been sunbathing.”

“Hm-hmm! I hadn’t though of that, but it’s a good idea; I’ll take the risk,” and she drew her thighs up and let them flop open as she added:

“It just feels good …”

“Um-hmm, and reveals what you’re thinking about.”

“Um-hmm, but you did, too.”

“Um-hmm,” Martha admitted softly as she returned to her reading, and then they were silent.

After a long while, Becky asked:

“What are you going to do with him?”

“You’re still thinking about it.”

“Um-hmm. What are you going to do with him?”

“What I can’t do with you, and then he’s going to do what you can’t do …”

“Of course. You have been thinking about it, too.”

“In my bed, before we knew that he could come.”

“Hm-hmm! I like that. And then?”

“‘And then?” I guess, it’s your turn. Where are you going to be?”

“Oh? I hadn’t really thought about that, but I can’t imagine that I would be just sitting in the living room – Hm-hmm! – listening to you, … or lying in my bed, waiting. … I guess I was thinking that I would be there, somehow. Oh, maybe it will be dark – yeah, by then, Hm-hmm! – and you can’t see me, … like Sunday night.”

“Hmm! … If it’s going to be like that, I guess we better … just start with all three of us.”

“A shower? … He’ll need one.”

“Something like that.”

“Um-hmm. … Oh, he has experience – with the two roommates. … I wonder what they did, how that was? … Funny, that must have surprised him, … that they both wanted to.”

“Um-hmm. ‘And then?'”

Oh, … – hmmm? – I guess, … well…? No, I’m going to save that for the morning – a lot of it … Oh, I’ll want him to ‘kiss’ me, like we’re really meant to. Hm-hmm! Maybe I’ll tell him that. … And, of course, if he wants to again – can, oh, he can then – Oh, I’ll want him to.”

“I can imagine!”

“You won’t mind?”

“You said I could go first.”

“Just so you know.”

“Thanks! Just listen to us! … Probably won’t care what happens then … for a while, at least.”

“Hm-hmm! I hope not. … Oh, maybe you can tell him how I want it …”

“While he’s doing it?!”

“We like to talk about it …”

“Not while we’re doing it! Hm-hmm!”

“Hmm! And he likes to talk about it, … while we’re doing it, … so, … why not? He’ll like it.”

Martha laughed out loud, and Becky joined in, and then their laughter died down to snickers, and then Martha laughed again and said:

“I suddenly thought about a sport reporter, like on TV, commentating on what was happening on the field – I guess a soccer match, back home – suggesting that the man with the ball should pass it instead of trying to kick the goal, himself.”

They both laughed again, and then Becky replied, still giggling:

“Yeah, something like that. Yes, just like that, that he shouldn’t try to score by himself – his team is in complete control – keep passing the ball back and forth, confusing and frustrating the other team – me – until it can’t be helped, a beautiful goal that leaves the other team – me – breathless, … in awe.”

Martha snickered and then laughed again, and Becky did too, still lying flat on her back with her thighs spread as her stomach moved with her laughter, but then she extended her legs and rolled over on her side, still chuckling as Martha rolled back onto her side and grinned at her and said:

“No, you’ve got to tell him, maybe like that.”

“While he’s doing it?”

“You said he liked to hear it.”

“If I do – If I were to – I think I’d be more direct – have to be more direct – in that situation. I was seeing myself kneeling over him – one way or the other – and I think I would be telling him: ‘No, not yet. Just keep doing that , …'”

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Lost In England A short story about two young American women on holiday in England. The eldest is a little arrogant and rather fall of herself. The younger one is relying on her older friend to look after her and give her a good time. The holiday is going well until they upset a gang of female bikers.

*****

It had been one of those days! Melissa’s holiday to England had been great so far. She had been in the UK for just over a week with her best friend Abigail. It was a bit of a responsibility particularly as she was a few of years younger than her. The highlight so far had been seeing the Prodigy play at Wembley Arena. But today they had hired a car and got lost in the countryside. Worse still it was dark now and the car had run out of petrol. They decided to walk to nearest village and find somewhere to stay for the night.

The walked along the dark lane when they heard a noise. The both jumped. Melissa assured her friend that it was just a fox or something and they continued. Then it all happened to quickly. Suddenly as though out of nowhere people jumped upon them.

They were then being manhandled off the road and through the undergrowth. Their designer shoes fell from their feet. They were too scared to shout or scream. |Now they were being held and forced to walk quickly down a dark pathway.

In the moonlight they saw a small old cottage ahead. Soon they were inside, it was lit by a few candles. Both of the young women could see that the three individuals were wearing black and had their heads and faces covered with balaclavas.

Whilst two held firmly onto Melissa the other held Abigail on the other side of the small room. They then started to pull at Melissa’s skimpy designer white signet. She protested and they left it alone. Her skirt was then pulled firmly up revealing her white panties. Quickly one of her assailants took a firm grip of the underwear. In a powerful jilt they were torn from her trembling body.

No sooner than Melissa’s white panties were removed when one of them knelt down in front of her. Her best friend looked on in the dim light. The one knelling removed their head-covering. It looked bursa escort as though it was a man with long hair held back in a ponytail. But wait. As she looked more intently it was not a man but a young woman, possibly in her late twenties. She positioned herself and began to touch the pinkness in front of her eyes. Soon a finger had found its way between the folds and was slipping inside.

One of the gang then approached the girl. For some reason she was not fearful. That was until they spoke. ‘You bitches will pay for damaging one of our bikes!’ It was woman’s voice. She explained that her friend had hit one of their bikes outside a pub. The girl remembered the incident well, it had happened about three hours previous. They had been trying to manoeuvre in the carpark and had hit something. Melissa didn’t seem to be bothered. They then went into the pub and had a meal.

Melissa had been arrogant and rude to the waitress. It had all very embarrassing for the child. Unluckily the waitress was one of their friends and the female bikers were regulars in the pub. The biker placed her hand on the girl’s shoulder and began touching her blonde hair. The other two had now pushed Melissa over a table. Her white rounded bottom raised it could easily been seen in the half-light. The other woman took off her leather gloves and held them for a moment. She then brought them down firmly on the woman’s buttocks. How it stung! Six more times the gloves whipped her bare flesh. One for each scratch on the bike!

The women with Melissa were now pulling down their jeans and leather trousers. Soon they were naked from the waist down. They pulled the victim upright and the waitress got on the table and opened her legs. The gag was removed with a warning to be quiet and obey. The biker holding the girl warned out loudly that if she did not they would strip and fuck the girl. Melissa had no choice but to lick and kiss as commanded. The women then swapped over and again she was obedient. How she hated doing what they said. She was usually the one in charge. Now she was being humiliated in front of her best friend.

The biker with Abigail then led her outside. escort bursa She feared the worse. Maybe there were more perverted bikers outside. Fortunately there was not. ‘Do you like dogs?’ questioned the woman. ‘Yes..’ replied the girl. The woman reasoned with the word, ‘Good!’ and then asked if her friend liked dogs. The girl said ‘no’ as it was the truth.

‘Shame’ said the biker cause I think the dog is going to like her!’

In the back yard was a large dog chained to a post. It barked as they approached but soon calmed down as it heard the familiar voice of the woman. She took it by its collar and led the two of them back into the cottage.

Melissa was now on all fours still wearing her signet but naked from the waist down.

The dog was lead over to her. He inquisitively sniffed her leg and then, as dogs do, pushed his nose between her legs. She felt his warm breath and damp nose between her thighs.

Next he was mounting her. She quietly begged for it to stop but was told to shut up! One of the women slipped her hand between the dog and the woman and guided the large thrusting member into position. The dog worked vigorously before satisfying himself and dismounting. The girl had often seen dogs in the park doing things like this – but never to a woman!

Melissa was then ordered to stand. She stood their still wearing that dainty signet. How the bikers hated it! One of them marched forward and took hold of it with both hands. She pulled it open vigorously. It tore open revelling a white bra holding the small but cute breasts. She picked up a knife from nearby and held it up. She then presided to cut the bra up the middle. The breasts fell free and the bra was pulled from her body. They began chewing on her breasts and enjoying the feel of them.

The woman holding Abigail reached into a nearby cupboard and took something out. It was wrapped up in a towel and the girl could not see what it might be. The woman stopped their caressing and took it. They unwrapped a double dildo. Hurriedly the waitress strapped it on and inserted her end firmly and easily inside her. The woman was pushed to the ground. Once in bursa escort bayan position it was guided in. She tried to resist it but she knew she must not. Soon the woman was fucking her like a man. When she was satisfied she passed it to the other woman who did likewise.

But what of the woman holding Abigail was she not to be satisfied? She took off her mask. The girl thought how pretty she was. Her shoulder-length curly red hair was a picture. Her face looked strict but attractive. She was of medium build and clearly worked out in the gym. She then faced the girl and placed her hands on the girl’s hips. They stared into each other’s eyes for a short moment before she felt he hands moving up inside the sweater! Underneath she was wearing a croptop but nothing else. The hands reached the bottom of it and rested gently on her ribs. She was relieved and relaxed a little.

Then suddenly it was a though the woman was a different person. The hands vigorously pulled at her crop top pulling it upward. Hands pulled up the sweater with great force. Her top and sweater and arms were over her face and she was falling backwards being pushed by the woman. She landed on something soft, her arms still trapped by her clothing. She was aware that her chest was bare and her small breasts were exposed. Suddenly lips were upon them kissing them all over. Then each little pink nipple was sucked and bitten!

Her short skirt was being pulled up and a hand was groping for her underwear. Her arms were trapped she could do nothing. She could not scream because of the gag. Her tiny blue knickers were being pulled down her legs. Once they were off one foot they were left dangling on her other calf. The woman moved down and pushed her face into her groin. She felt her licking her on her legs before diving into her small dainty bush.

The tongue soon found its way between her virginal lips and for the first time her delicious juices were tasted. All three women queued up to drink from her fountain, leaving Melissa to the dog!

Satisfied they locked the outside door. They then gathered up the various items of clothing that had been removed from their victims and themselves and retired upstairs. The two friends were left to recover from their ordeal. The dog was left in the room to guard them. They huddled together trying to get some sleep and wondering what might happen the following morning.

END

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A bit about me before I start and hope you read my first story where I met Nirosha, a hot 18 year old girl with an awesome body and personality.

I am Shani and I am 30. I live in Sri Lanka and I am single. I dark complexioned and 5 feet 10 inches which is unusual for a Sri Lankan girl. I have 34D cups which is one of my strong points, no pun intended. My hips are not very wide but shapely enough to attract attention. My butt is cute enough to look hot in hipsters. I love to wear tight pants to show off my butt and hips. I have shoulder length hair which is jet black.

After our hot and active night the previous day, we decided to take things slow the next day. Since it was the weekend, we spent time together shopping and hanging out at the mall. Some people looked at us with admiration as we walked hand in hand. From time to time, Nirosha kissed me on the neck or fondled my butt which made me feel self conscious, drawing the attention of more people. Finally, we sat at the Food court of the mall and started to eat. She had so much energy that made me feel 10 years younger. She had so much life in her which reminded me of my teen years. I was not as bubbly. She had the ability to raise the energy level within a matter of minutes without even trying. From time to time, her soft gaze rested on my face and moved down excitingly to my bust. Her gaze made me hotter than anything I have experienced before.

She started describing what she would do to me right there under the table, which got my blood pumping. My heart beat so fast that I thought it might give out. Her husky voice brought my pussy to a wet state fairly quickly. I started squeezing my legs together gently because I was feeling really horny by then. We were interrupted by another lady who excused herself and sat at our table. She took one look at my face and apologized.

“Oh I am so sorry, I seem to be interrupting here. The place is so crowded and I can’t seem to find a decent table,” she said, starting to get up again.

“No, its fine,” I croaked.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, we insist. I just have a naughty girl friend.”

“Really?”

“What did she do?”

“Well, I made her wet,” Nirosha blurted out before I could say anything.

I looked down, embarrassed. This lady seemed to be in her late 20’s and later we found out that she was holidaying in Sri Lanka. She introduced herself as Jenny. Jenny was slim but had a nice figure and a flat tummy. Her breasts seemed around 32C which seemed bigger due to her smaller frame. Her dark hair ended up at her shoulders. She had a lovely smile and a friendly face. She was wearing a dress with a deep neck that showed off her cleavage. She smiled pleasantly as we checked her out.

She reached over and put her hand on my thigh and the effect was electric. She leaned over exposing more of her breasts and said in a husky voice.

“So how did she make you wet?”

Here was a complete stranger asking me how my friend made me wet. I was tongue tied. Nirosha seemed more at ease.

“Well we can tell you all about it in our apartment,” she countered.

I was not really sure if that was a good move and I looked at Nirosha sternly.

“Relax Shani, I know her well,” she laughed.

“This is the lady I called yesterday to say that I am getting late.”

“Oh, ok,” I nodded.

“Well Jane and I have had a few encounters worth remembering,” Nirosha quipped, pointedly looking at her body. I couldn’t help but look at her cleavage and she complimented by looking at my bust. I can’t explain it, but the more I looked at her cleavage, the more I wanted to find out what she looked like under that dress. We finished our lunch and made our way back to my apartment. Jane sat between us in the taxi and she started to flirt with Nirosha, making me a little jealous. The seconds seemed like hours when I looked forward to being made love to by two gorgeous ladies. We finally arrived and the lift seemed to take ages. I was nervous as I entered the apartment and Nirosha went to the little girls’ room and left me all alone with Jane. She sat down right next to me on the couch. My hands shook and I struggled to keep them from touching her.

I excused myself and had an invigorating shower. I dressed in the sexiest bra I could find along with a t-shirt that had a deep neckline. The bra accentuated the shape of my breasts and made them look even bigger. I fondled them a bit, playing with the nipples and almost made myself want to touch my pussy. I resisted the temptation knowing that very soon my pussy would be paid attention by to lovely tongues.

By the time I was out of the shower, Nirosha had left on an errand and Jane had freshened up. She had changed into another gorgeous dress that did even less to hide her wonderful cleavage. My heart started to beat faster and my hands refused to move in the direction I wanted. All I could think of was getting my hands on this lovely lady seated next to me.

“I love this place,” said Jane breaking the silence. I was so relieved bursa escort that she took the lead.

“So how did you meet her?” she asked and I detected a hint of jealousy under the surface.

“Well, I happened to hear about her little shop from a friend and I paid her a visit,” and I went on to describe what happened in the shop and afterward. I could see Jane starting to blush and her tongue kept licking her quivering lips. I saw her gently rock against the couch with her arms crossed under her breasts pushing them up even more.

The sound of my voice silenced my nervousness. She put her arm behind my shoulders and turned slightly towards me. My eyes drifted down to her wonderful cleavage. Her breasts seemed to be mashed up together making them even sexier than I first saw them.

“I can see why she is attracted to you. You look gorgeous,” she whispered moving closer to me and I felt her fingers gently rub my neck. She had the ability to make even the most simplest of gestures sensual. I felt like a school girl being seduced for the first time.

She moved closer and kissed me gently on the cheek. Her body radiated with a wonderful heat that enveloped me. I just smiled stupidly at her and waited. She kissed my cheek again and I felt her tongue snake out of her lovely mouth and taste my skin. This made me shudder. Her tongue started to explore my face and licked mischievously at the corner of my mouth as if she were licking my pussy. I moaned as my imagination started running wild. Her tongue started to explore my face running over my lips, chin, cheeks and eyes. This was the first time I have experienced such kind of attention. When she explored my face I felt my pussy working overtime to lubricate.

Before I knew it, her lips were on mine and she was kissing me hard. It was so intense that I was taken by surprise. Her kiss was as intense and strong as a man’s. I put my arms around her and returned her kiss. I could feel her need and realized that she must have been without sex for a long time. She seemed to enjoy sucking my lower lip which was full and soft. She moaned as she felt my hand run across her back feeling her tense muscles. She seemed to be under a lot of stress which was evident by the tightness of her shoulder muscles. I kneaded them gently making her suck my lips even harder. I was literally lying down on the couch and she was on top of me. I sensed her urgency as I felt her crotch hump against my hip. Her breath came fast as she begged me to make her cum.

I pushed her roughly back onto the other end of the couch. Her smile widened as she seemed to like me taking charge. I pushed my body on top of hers and started to kiss her hard while pulling her face to me with my hands. My fingers rubbed her scalp as my tongue forced its way into her warm wet mouth. Her tongue was mischievous. It kept avoiding mine and finally I got hold of it and started to suck it. My thigh rubbed against her crotch making her move rhythmically against it. I felt her heat emanating from every part of her body and galvanized me into action. I moved to her neck, sucking her soft skin while my hands started to uncover her wonderful breasts. She wore a lace bra which showed off the outline of her pink nipples. She moaned into my mouth as she felt my hand on her bra cups. Her impatience was evident as she pushed her dress down to her waist.

I looked into her adventurous eyes delaying my progress to her delicious body. Her face was flushed and she had trouble controlling her breathing. But she met my teasing gaze evenly waiting for me to touch her again. I waited for another minute which seemed like an hour. All I wanted was to uncover her gorgeous breasts and suck them till she screamed. But I wanted to tease her even more.

“You are killing me!!” she moaned as she looked into my eyes. I didn’t smile at her. I looked into her eyes, my face expressionless.

“Close your eyes!” I ordered. She seemed surprised at the tone of my voice, but she complied. I put my hands very lightly on either side of her face and started to caress it with the lightest touch. She moaned as I felt her body visibly relax. Her breath slowed down a little as I moved my warm palms lower to her shoulders and then over her breasts. I could see goose bumps on her skin as my hand moved along her tummy. I admired her flat tummy as I pulled the rest of her dress off. Her thighs were lovely and I realized that she was clean shaven. I moved my hands lightly down her thighs right to her feet. I kneaded the soles of her feet and I heard her moan. My hands traveled up her leg to her thighs and down again.

Finally, I took my hands off to take my clothes off uncovering my 34D cups and I was naked except for my panties. I pushed one leg of hers onto the coffee table. I wanted to be kinky so I planted my feet on either side of her right foot and started to rub against her leg wetting it in the process. Then I brought her toes up to my crotch. I took her big toe while making her curl the rest of her toes and started escort bursa to rub my mound against it. I then practically squatted on her toe. She started to rub my pussy with her toe.

To my surprise her toe started creeping in through the edge of my panties and very soon her toe was probing my slit. It was so hot and sexy that I didn’t wanna get up. I held onto her thighs as she started to probe my pussy and she seems to quite at ease doing this. I squirmed as I felt it go up my pussy and very soon I was humping her toe. She pulled out of my pussy and then started to rub it against my ass hole. I pulled back a bit and sucked her toe making it all slimy and then parted my cheeks as I helped her probe my ass. She teased my ass without going in and I didn’t think it could take her toe in anyway. After a few minutes of this, I knelt by her and started to look at her pussy. It was clean shaven and I could see her clit. She was dripping wet. I resisted the temptation to taste her and started to rub her bra cups, while my breasts rested on her tummy. One of her hands tried to touch them, but I pushed her away.

“Relax darling, enjoy the attention,” I whispered. She moaned in response. I wanted to move right down to her pussy and lick her but I wanted to take my time. I put both my hands on her bra cups. I kneaded her breasts gently and felt her nipples harden underneath the soft lacy fabric. I slipped the bra straps off and pulled her bra down and got the shock of my life. She had the biggest nipples I have ever seen. They were as thick as my forefinger and about 2 centimeters in length. Her nipples were surrounded by a light pink aureole which excited me. I just stood there and gaped at them. Then I started to lick her breasts. She was fair skinned that I could see the blue veins and her skin was so soft was a baby’s. I kept moving around on her breast, my tongue dangerously close to her nipples. After a while, she tried pushing me to her nipples and I avoided them. I went on teasing her and then without warning, I sucked one nipple hard into my mouth making her scream. Her nipple felt obscenely big in my mouth as I toyed with it. Every time I flicked it with my tongue, she jumped.

Jane’s moans increased and then I realized we had a visitor. “Well, well, well seems like you two have started the party without me!” exclaimed Nirosha. She struck a sexy pose in a cute denim skirt and t-shirt. I left Jane for a moment and went to her and hugged her hard mashing my breasts against Nirosha, while I kissed her hard. She kissed me back as her hands went to my breasts pinching my nipples. She knelt by me and started to lick my pussy tasting my sweet nectar. I pulled her up again and pushed her back to get her t-shirt off and her breasts were out in the open and then her skirt came off and I realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Do you like her nipples Shani?” asked Nirosha. I laughed nervously in response. We made Jane sit on the couch and sat on either side of Jane facing her. First we started to kiss her mouth at the same time running our tongues all over her face. She shuddered as she felt the attention of two tongues. Then we proceeded to her neck sucking each side and finally we moved slowly down to her nipples. We sucked them hard driving Jane wild. She held both of us tight as if she didn’t want us to stop. I parted her legs so that I could reach her wet pussy lips. Her pussy was drenched from the attention we were giving her. I was dripping wet and straddled one of her thighs so that I could rub my pussy against it. Nirosha did the same and we continued to suck Jane’s breasts. She reached under my pussy and rubbed my slit. One of her fingers entered me easily as I moaned, sucking her breast harder. I felt Nirosha move down lower to Jane’s pussy. I heard wet sounds as she started to lick. Jane started humping against Nirosha’s face. I had an idea. I took my mouth off her breast and asked Jane if she would like me to lick her ass while Nirosha licked her pussy. She nodded her head, her face blushing at the thought of the offer sunk in.

Nirosha lay on the carpet and Jane practically sat on her face with her pussy resting on her mouth while giving me access to her ass. I straddled Nirosha as I started licking Jane’s buttocks, moving to her crack. I parted her cheeks and moved lower and lower. My wet tongue found her opening and I started to trace her rim.

“Oh Shani baby, please lick my ass hole, oh gosh!!” she murmured.

I kept licking her rim as I rubbed my pussy against Nirosha’s tummy. She felt me move and pushed one hand to my pussy. I was thrilled when she started to finger me as she licked Jane’s pussy. She put one more finger in my pussy to make things nicer. I parted Jane’s cheeks further as my tongue teased its way into her anus. Her humping grew faster as she reached back and pushed my face into her ass. I had a hard time breathing as I struggled to keep my tongue in her. It was like trying to tame a wild horse. My tongue started to ache as I pushed it in and out from her ass. bursa escort bayan I could hear Nirosha lapping away at Jane’s pussy. Just as I was wondering how much attention Jane could tolerate without cumming, she shuddered signaling her climax. I breathed a sigh of relief as I pulled out my tongue out of her ass and slumped on Nirosha’s body catching my breath.

After a few minutes, I was up again kissing Jane hard on the mouth. Nirosha disappeared into one of the rooms and then she returned with an black strap on. She was wearing one. She came to us and started to poke it between our faces and we started to suck it like a cock.

“Shani, how would you like two cocks inside you baby?” asked Nirosha mischievously. I shuddered at the thought.

“Don’t worry baby, one of these is smaller and will fit your ass easily,” she said as if reading my mind.

So Jane wore the smaller dildo and we both sucked it to make it wet and slimy. Nirosha lay on the floor and I straddled her face first. Her tongue explored my pussy and ass thoroughly and then so did Jane. I straddled Nirosha’s dildo and Jane helped her enter my pussy. It was nice to feel the soft rubber filling my emptiness. Then I started to move while kissing Nirosha hard. After a few strokes, I stopped for Jane and she licked my ass hole again and probed with her fingers. Then she entered me gently and I felt the smaller dildo entering me ass. It was nice to feel two cocks in me and after I said yes, they started to move.

I could feel Jane biting my neck as she moved and I kissed Nirosha hard. Both girls started off slowly until I got more comfortable and then they increased their pace gradually. I was screaming at them to fuck me harder and I was surprised at my reaction. It was really nice to be pounded by two women at the same time and I felt the start of my orgasm and everything went blank as I came screaming my head off. Both ladies stopped their onslaught and I came slowly back to earth. I was exhausted. But I realized that Nirosha hadn’t cum yet. I turned around to see Jane and Nirosha start to kiss. They seemed so familiar with each other that I started to become jealous. They kissed each other like long lost lovers and Jane started to suck on Nirosha’s breasts while the other pinched Jane’s huge nipples. Jane moved onto the carpet and lay on her back while resting most of her shoulders against the couch. She put some cushions under her back to make herself comfortable. She then spread her legs and lifted her knees drawing her heels closer towards her butt. Nirosha moved to the space between Jane’s legs so that they fit each other like the letter “x” and I realized that both their pussies snugly fit against each other. Nirosha started to rock herself against Jane’s pussy while rubbing hers against Jane’s. It was an awesome sight to watch. Nirosha leaned forward to let Jane suck her breasts while she moved slowly and sensuously against Jane’s pussy. They then started kissing each other while their pussies reveled in each others wetness. I was mesmerized by the gentleness and the sensuousness of the act.

I started getting wet at the sight and I started to rub my pussy. Jane noticed this and called me closer. She made me stand between them with my pussy turned towards Nirosha and my ass turned towards Jane. Jane made me push my ass against her face and she started to lick my ass. At the same time Nirosha started licking my pussy. I was in heaven. I felt Jane probe my tight opening and relaxed consciously letting her wet tongue enter the dark recess of my ass. Nirosha slid a finger in my pussy as she sucked on my clit. I held onto her as I started to rhythmically move against the loving mouths of both women and with this kind of attention, I didn’t last long and I came hard biting my lips in the process. The two ladies didn’t show any signs of stopping their dance soon. The continued kissing each other after I moved away to protect my pussy which was now sore.

I took one of the dildos and started to lick it. It tasted of my juice and I sucked it all watching Jane slowly move down to Nirosha’s pussy while she gave her own pussy to suck. The two girls started a hot 69 and I watched breathlessly as they dived into each others pussies. Jane fingered Nirosha’s ass while Nirosha did the same to Jane. After a few minutes, Jane got off Nirosha and wore the strap on. Nirosha kissed and sucked it and then parted her legs to let Jane enter her. I moved in closer to watch the fun and then I got an idea. I wore the strap on and then moved to Jane’s ass. She realized my intention and stopped long enough for me to slip into her pussy. the strap on was like a jock strap so that her pussy was open. I pushed into her pussy and we all started to move. It was difficult to get a rhythm at first but then I got the hang of it fairly quickly and we started moving. Nirosha didn’t need much time to cum when she saw what we were doing and she shuddered and bit Jane’s shoulder as she came. Although Jane stopped, she urged me on and I fucked her hard. Her screams grew louder and louder and she came as hard as Nirosha while kissing her hard. We lay there for a while and finally I pulled out of Jane’s pussy. We were so exhausted and cleaned up afterward and slept in each others arms for the rest of the day.

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OK, I’m back to tell you more of my story. I’m switching things up a bit by exploring a written video format at first. Try to ignore any assumptions, and imagine it, just as it’s written.

Then I’m going to switch to third-person narrative so I can have a little more flexibility with the dialogue…Love and hot kisses…Jennifer =)

4:45am Friday…

[Tight film camera close-up on shower drain] Water flowing and rapidly disappearing through drain holes.

Sound of water splattering loudly.

[Camera pans, opens frame a little] Five toes come into view, the water dripping in large and also small drops, viewer sees French toenail tips as camera opens frame and gradually reveals entire naked , female adult foot, then the second foot about 10 inches away, comfortably spread. The woman is obviously showering.

[Camera continues to open just a bit more but pans upward, showing ankles, then lower calves] Water flowing in heavy drops and flowing sheets, falling downward, hissing and splattering all around.

The faint sound of moaning and heavy, irregular breathing can now be heard above the water noise as the camera continues to show the viewer the long female legs, water coursing down. Steam from the hot water gradually grows, slightly obscuring the view.

[Camera begins to slow its pan as her lower thighs come into view] Breathing intensity increases, becomes more halting and urgent as moans increase. French fingertips from one hand just come into view as camera has now reached her upper thighs, water running, heavily dripping and streaming from the fingertips.

[Now the camera focuses completely on Jennifer’s right hand, fingers, enlarged clit, and shaved pussy, as the plunging fingers and hand are obviously involved in bringing her to orgasm] Her hips are thrusting and retracting, uncontrolled, urgent, irregular in rhythm.

[Quick, different shot of a brief bedroom scene, Jennifer engaged in total, vividly depicted, naked bodily contact with another non-descript, but well-proportioned, youngish female] The inference is a scene for the viewer’s sake to show what it is Jennifer’s imaginary thoughts are fantasizing about.

[Quick return back to the shower scene taking place]

[Camera opens frame a bit more to reveal Jennifer’s other hand laid flat against the shower wall to steady her] Breathing and moaning very heavy and jerky now, as the powerful orgasm overtakes her and the fingers rub and bury themselves deeply into the soaking wet pussy. Moans of a reserved, private nature, meaning to not arouse anyone but her, are quite audibly heard over the sound of the shower’s water fall. Jennifer is obviously alone there in the shower with her impassioned imagination.

Quickly the camera opens full frame to reveal Jennifer’s entire body, eyes closed, her face in a sexual, dreamy state, her left hand now cupping her right breast as her forearm hugs her body for post-orgasm comfort, her swollen nipple being massaged with Jennifer’s wet hand, as the water continues unabated.

Fade to black.

Friday, 10am. Coffee room at Jennifer’s work.

The operations manager for the Gulfstream Aerospace satellite office where Jennifer worked in uptown Charlotte was conversing in an animated shoot-the-breeze conversation with the office manager when Jennifer walked into the company’s nicely appointed breakroom with her empty coffee cup. Smiles and greetings were exchanged.

The conversation continued, as if it had not been interrupted.

The ops manager, Dawn, a well-dressed professional woman, said, “…so the new mint flavored birth control pills for women are going to be called….Pre-dick-a-mints.” All three women giggled, and the conversation changed to:

“So Helen, for our office get-together next week, let’s come up with another caterer.”

Helen was an older, matronly woman who had the air of someone who’d been accustomed to a comfortable career with Gulfstream.

She said, “I know; that Office Solutions group didn’t exactly pan out as well as I had hoped when they did our last party. I’ll have to consult with some of my other office buddies to see if they can recommend anyone.”

Jennifer absentmindedly listened to the conversation. Her thoughts had mostly been focused on the design she’d been working on since 7:30am, but she was now thinking back on the delightful morning episode she’d enjoyed so much while in her shower. A satisfied, small smile appeared on her face, as memories of the sultry fantasy came flooding back into her consciousness.

Her curiosity about the whole lesbian experience had suddenly, like a hammer head shark on the attack, become a burning quest, with a thirst that had become irresistible and urgent. Seeing the videos on the website the previous evening had so captivated Jennifer that she was now fighting to maintain her office composure. That spark had started a blaze which was now ravenously consuming every one of her idle thoughts.

The morning shower episode had only bursa escort served to whet her appetite, as she imagined her sexy unidentified lover, the softness of her supple, young body burning its hot influence deeply into Jennifer’s psyche. She felt terribly excited by the whole recent chain of events, but also somewhat unsure and confused since the experience was all new to her.

She returned to her private, nicely decorated office as the other two also drifted off to other places.

As Jennifer stole away and temporarily moved her lascivious thoughts to another compartment of her brain, she began to refocus her energy on the matter at hand; a drawing for the 11th redesign of a complex part of the plane’s forward canard stabilizer.

As she reached for her coffee cup to give it another gulp, her eyes drifted down to the balloon-colored business card which she’d placed on her desk. She’d put it there, trying to come up with a sensible plan to somehow find a means to get back in touch with Vicki. As if on cue, the catering conversation from the break room came to mind once again.

She thought to herself, “Well Vicki probably would be glad to have a shot at some cash for such a job, if she had the desire for such an event. Hell, she’s comfortable being around others, but she was probably like most college kids, in need of a little financial help in whatever form it might take.”

Jennifer postponed the canard drawing, and picked up her phone, dialing the number listed.

As the phone connection made its characteristic tones, Jennifer felt her adrenal gland kick in, pumping that crazy rush of adrenalin into her nervous system. “Cool it”, she told herself, not wanting to convey anything other than a helpful Samaritan attitude.

After two brief rings, a soothing voice said “Hello?”

“Hi, is Vicki there?” Jennifer responded, as her knees involuntarily knocked together a bit.

“This is Vicki, the voice said with a smile.”

“Oh hi, Vicki, this is Jennifer from back in August. We had that little fender-bender, remember me?”

“Oh HEY!” Vicki said excitedly, with instant recognition.

The two exchanged a bit of catch-up small talk, covering the quick waterfront of pleasant comments.

With a brief pause in the conversation, Jennifer took her cue and said, “Well, hey, I work for an aviation company uptown, and we have this little office party coming up.”

“Oh, really. That sounds like fun, may I come?”, Vicki said, with a kind giggle in her voice.

Since things already seemed to be moving so smoothly, Jennifer laughed and said “Yes, of course” then launched into her solicitation.

“Well, I was wondering, and I don’t mean to seem rude or anything, but I know you have the clown business, and I was wondering if you’ve ever done any catering. We have decided not to contact our previous guys, since they let us down with some financial misdealings.”

“Wow” said Vicki, “How sweet of you to think of me! Actually, my Mom used to do some light catering, and I helped her. She still has some stuff, but not for any large events.”

“Oh, it would only be about 7 or 8 of us in my department, but the budget would be pretty good, so you’d be well-compensated for your effort, that is if you’d like to try.”

Vicki practically lit up like a Christmas tree. “Oh my god, are you kidding Jennifer? I’d LOVE to do that! I can sure use the money.” “You’re such a great sweetheart to think of me!”

Jennifer’s mouth formed a knowing smile as she thought about the hopeful plans and ulterior motives she had up her sleeve, hopefully to be divulged at an opportune moment in the near future.

“Well, I can’t make any promises, but I’ll be sure to pass on your name to our office manager with a good word to promote you.” “Her name is…” and the conversation continued into the details of who was going to call whom and what dates were involved so Vicki could block time out for the event, just in case everything worked out and she was chosen.

Vicki added, “Do you think it would be OK if I have Haley come with me to help? She’s my other clown buddy, and I don’t think I’ll be able to do it by myself.”

“I thought your other partner’s name was Sherri.”

“Oh!” said Vicki, “she moved to Australia, and now I’m working with my girlfriend Haley…I need to get that changed on my card…”

“Sure, well I think that would be a great idea.” chimed Jennifer, already feeling just a bit jealous of anyone else who she might have to compete with for Vicki’s sovereign attention, if the opportunity presented itself.

The two exchanged short-term farewells and vowed to be in touch in the near future.

As soon as Jennifer hung up, she dialed Helen’s number and proposed the situation, hoping to beat out any other candidates with her glowing report about Vicki’s large amount of experience and keen professional attitude. She hoped that she wasn’t sticking her neck out too far for Vicki’s sake, and realized the destabilizing escort bursa effect her newfound fascination with women was having on her whole demeanor.

She and Helen confirmed that Helen would gladly follow up on the call to Vicki. Jennifer hung up and opened her new Palm Pre to the personal directory of names and contact information.

“Gail Patterson” was the name she sought, and within moments, dialed the number and had the next conversation with her trusted therapist.

“Hey Gail, it’s Jennifer…say, do you have any openings for a session? Something’s been on my mind here lately.”

Gail said, “…you ought to go buy a lottery ticket tonight Jen, hell you might want to buy ten of them. I just had a cancellation for this evening at 7. Would that work with your busy schedule?”

“I think that’d work fine if you’re sure you can wedge me in there. I don’t want to pass up the chance while I can take it.” said Jennifer.

“OK, see you then” offered Gail, and they disconnected. “Now if I can get focused back on my CAD drawing…” thought Jennifer, and she totally lost herself in the details of her work for the remainder of the day, except for the interruption of Helen coming by two hours later to say that everything was copacetic with using Vicki for the job. Jennifer clutched her fist, jerked it downward, and breathed a “Yes!” as soon as Helen closed the door and disappeared from view.

Jennifer worked a little past her typical quitting time, which had become the de- rigueur custom all week, as she knew the deadline for the airfoil redesign was drawing close. She figured she still had enough time to swing by the bank in her hometown and get back up to the neighboring, small town of Matthews to make her 7pm appointment with Gail.

Tucking herself into her little car, she raced home, avoiding most of the rush-hour traffic by selecting a few rural roads most folks didn’t usually want to bother with. As the week’s memories passed in and out of her conscious state of mind, the more upbeat dance tunes on the radio kept Jennifer company as she dance-wiggled in her seat and considered what was still in store for the remaining part of the night.

She pulled up to the brick building, which was busier than usual with the other folks who’d also been paid, and unbuttoned one of her upper blouse buttons to give Meredith a little something extra to see.

She then shuffled out of her car, opened the heavy double door, and passed the familiar bulletin board in the outer foyer of the bank. She happened to notice the pretty cards of Vicki and Sherri/Haley’s still in the lower corner and absentmindedly plucked out another one so there’d be one to keep at home, since the original one was now at her desk at work.

Jennifer immediately caught sight of Meredith, busily helping a line of customers with their transactions. There were two other tellers Jennifer vaguely recognized, but had fortunately not developed any ties to, so she felt she could go join Meredith’s line without causing a fuss.

As she waited for the line to progressively get shorter, there were several opportunities to steal a gaze at Meredith, basically to check her out in a way that Jennifer hadn’t had quite the opportunity to do last time. As the last customer left Meredith’s line and she announced “Next please”, a delicious little smile of familiarity came across her lips, and Jennifer approached.

“Hi Meredith.” Jennifer offered.

“Hi there Jennifer. I was hoping I’d see you again before too long.” she said, as the forgotten perfume from Thursday confronted Jennifer’s nose with a warm and sensuous welcome.

“Wow, I’m impressed that you remember my name.” mused Jennifer, as her words caught in that embarrassing way in her throat. She then quickly gulped that funny way when something catches a person off guard.

Meredith spoke confidently saying, “I had a feeling about you the other day and I decided to memorize your name right away; you seem like maybe someone I once knew”, she fibbed, not wanting to reveal the true nature of her interest.

Jennifer smiled as warmly as she could and acknowledged the kindness, but in her mind, she wondered if there was some yet-to-be-revealed agenda that might be present instead. She certainly hoped so, remembering that fingernail tracing across Meredith’s lip in such a sexy manner. Jennifer also noticed the same color was still painted on and asked her:

“Meredith, do you mind me asking what the name of your nail polish is? I think it’s so pretty.”

“Oh, thanks, she responded, I just love it. It’s my favorite color and they call it Passion for Pink…” although her voice had lowered a bit in a semi-conspiratorial tone. “It’s so delicious, isn’t it?”

Jennifer quickly and secretly considered the promiscuous-sounding name, wondering about the possible double entendre, and again complimented Meredith’s choice. The clever name reminded Jennifer of how Ricky used to refer to Jen’s tender, sexy places as her bursa escort bayan “pink parts”.

“So what can I do for you today, Ms. Jennifer?”

“Oh, I just want to deposit this check and get a little fun money for the weekend.” she said, passing the prepared deposit slip and paycheck across the counter.

Meredith observed the documents and said, “Oh, you forgot to endorse the check, hun.”

Jennifer enjoyed the pleasant, little term of endearment, and wondered if Meredith offered it just to her or if maybe she addressed all her clients in such a manner. She hadn’t noticed her using such terms during the time she spent in Meredith’s line, so she took it to be a good sign.

And as Jennifer dutifully signed her name, she noticed Meredith taking the opportunity to visually explore her body, especially the exposed cleavage she had hoped she would find interesting. Jennifer’s legs began once again to get a bit unstable as the feeling of desire by this mysteriously sexy woman crept over her. It felt so good that Meredith seemed to be checking her out.

Meredith began processing the transaction, entering Jennifer’s account number at her workstation from the coded number on the deposit slip.

As Jennifer’s account transaction summary came up on her computer monitor, Meredith noticed the recent line item that had already posted from Jennifer’s phone order the previous evening. Meredith immediately recognized the named video company, because she herself did business with them, whenever she was in the mood for some private home viewing.

Meredith’s voice once again assumed a low volume level and she softly confided in Jennifer saying, “Forgive me for mentioning it but I used HotMoviesForHer just this past weekend and ordered some fun videos!”

Jennifer’s face flushed a bit, totally caught off guard, as she considered the impropriety of the situation, but decided this inadvertent disclosure might be just the ticket for connecting with Meredith on a fast track she’d never anticipated.

A tense moment passed, but Jennifer’s instinct took over, and she simply elicited a sexy wink and a little upturned corner of her mouth.

“So you want $150 cash?” Meredith offered, seeing the entry on the check slip.

“Oh, yes please.” was the reply, as the two regained the previous momentum of the business at hand.

Meredith’s deft hands shuffled the paper items and the machinery clicked and whirred as the accounting system registered the transaction, and the hidden cash drawer finally popped open.

Meredith counted out the bills once on the faux black marble countertop, and then repeated the same drill as Jennifer looked on, mesmerized by Meredith’s sexy hands and hushed tones as she counted to herself.

When the obvious moment came for the cash to change hands, Jennifer opened her hand as before and this time, Meredith repeated the same drill as before, but with more pressure from her smooth pinkie finger, holding down on Jennifer’s soft palm as she counted the bills out loud for a third time.

“…one hundred forty, one hundred fifty…and one more thing…” as Meredith picked up a small piece of concealed paper with a hand written note, placing it on top of the stack of bills. It was a phone number, Jennifer noticed. “Please call me sometime” was all Meredith revealed in a hushed tone.

Jennifer tentatively placed a hand on Meredith’s saying “I’ll call you, sweety”.

She left the bank in a hurry since she knew she needed to scram if she was going to make it to Gail Patterson’s office in time.

She stashed the money and phone number in her wallet as she left. Jennifer tried to remain calm at this startling, new development, but to herself she exclaimed, “…oh my god, I can’t believe that just happened!” Her hand was between her thighs every time she wasn’t shifting gears, massaging herself through the fabric of her slacks. This time, she remembered not to use the anti-bacterial stuff, and frequently took a pleasant whiff of the fragrance Meredith had left behind from the brief contact.

It took a little less time to drive than she thought and she pulled up to Gail’s office a few minutes early. She buttoned her blouse back to the more conservative cleavage mark and then programmed Meredith’s number into her cell for absolute safekeeping, still relishing the handwritten note like a piece of rich, dark chocolate.

As the office door whooshed behind her, Jennifer entered Gail’s empty waiting area, but the inner door quickly opened and Gail’s pleasant voice greeted her.

Hey stranger, it’s been awhile.” was Gail’s kind greeting, delivered with a welcome smile. “C’mon back, and let’s do some weed.”

The two women laughed a bit at the therapist’s wicked humor, and they walked side-by-side to the well-appointed inside office, mostly furnished with Gail’s contemporary desk, messy with gobs of paperwork and file folders.

The two automatically fell into a loose routine, but it wasn’t long before Jennifer began to explain her newfound interest in same-gender sexual urges she’d been feeling.

“I’m just so overwhelmed with the desire to get some girl nookie, she explained, and I feel all sorts of peculiar emotions about the whole Ricky thing.”

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You didn’t mean for it to happen. Well you probably did, but you wouldn’t admit it. You were traveling for work in Seattle and were in a bar one night. You were talking to this beautiful woman. She was quite a bit taller than you, probably 5-7. She had a very nice fit body, she obviously worked out a lot. Her clothes were professional, tight and stylish and you could tell her breasts were full and firm, but not nearly as large as yours, she was a healthy C cup. Her hair was long and perfectly styled mostly dark brunette with slight blond streaks, and she was very tan. She was a couple years older than you, very charming and very authoritative. “Hi, my name is Rachael.” She bought you a couple drinks and you got the distinct impression she was hitting on you. You were flirting pretty hard and encouraging her. You excused yourself and a little drunk called home and asked if I minded if you had sex with her. I of course enthusiastically agreed. You went back to the bar she bought you a few more drinks and when she invited you back to her apartment you quickly agreed and off you went.

You both flirted the whole way. Once there she proceeded to slowly take off your clothes and slowly kiss you. She teased and gently played with you and you made love in a very tender way. She spent a long time slowly sucking on your nipples and sucking on your tongue. You both came and fell asleep. This is not your first lesbian experience and it was good if not great. But something about Rachael really turned you on and you wanted more. You left in the morning before she got up, but you left her your number.

A week later you made a trip to Seattle you did not have to make in hopes you would see her again. But when you got there she didn’t return your messages and she didn’t show up at the same bar. You went back to the hotel and played with yourself. You came hard thinking about your previous encounter, but the next day as you went to the airport and were sad you did not see her. You sat in the airport bar and waited for your flight. “Going, home so soon?” You were so excited to see her, you grabbed her hand and went to the airline counter and changed your flight to the next day. Before you knew it you are in the back of a cab and you are kissing wildly like teenagers. She grabs your tits and rubs your clit through your underwear. You come in the cab loudly as the driver almost runs off the road trying to watch you and the road at the same time.

You get to her apartment complex and board the elevator with several other people. Slightly embarrassed after your display in front of the cab driver you stand in the back of the elevator and keep your hands to yourself. She is behind you and as the elevator starts to rise you feel her lift the back of your skirt and skillfully move your underwear aside. No one can see and you muffle a sigh. She inserts two fingers in your still very wet pussy and then slides them out sopping wet. She reaches around and puts them in your mouth and you taste the juices. A woman in the front of the elevator turns to look, but Rachael quickly removed her fingers from your mouth and you try to act nonchalant. The woman sees nothing, but is suspicious. One by one the people get off the elevator until you are the last two. As the door closes and you are alone she pulls you close and kisses you hard.

You finally reach her floor and run down the hall and into her apartment. She throws bursa escort you on the bed and rips off your clothes. She attacks your mouth, breasts and pussy with her mouth and soon you come again. She then gets up leaves the room and comes back with the largest strap on you have ever seen. Without saying a word she throws you on your back, lifts your legs back and thrusts the cock deep inside you. You moan “fuck me”, and she does for 30 hard minutes. She throws your body into several positions – she fucks you from behind, she fucks you with you on top and she fucks you on your back. After a long pounding she pulls you to your knees, pins your hands behind your back, grabs your hair and shoves the sopping wet cock in your mouth. She commands you to beg her to fuck your mouth and you do.

After another 10 minutes she commands you back on the bed and tells you to touch yourself which you gladly do. You are about to come for the third time tonight. She un belts the strap on and casts it aside. She lowers her very wet pussy onto your mouth and grinds it into your face. You come the instant you taste her juices and she continues to grind her cleanly shaven pussy lips on to your lips and tongue. She lets out a long loud moan as she starts to come and he juices flow down your cheeks. After a long time she relaxes and dismounts and kisses you hard as she licks your face and mouth clean. You kiss for a long time until you both fade off to sleep in exhaustion. It has been 6 hours since you saw her in the airport bar. You awake and she is gone. You reminisce about the night before and admit as much as you loved the first tender night, you came much more and much harder when she took control and fucked you.

Over the next couple of months you made several trips to Seattle and she even met you in a couple of other cities on the road. Most nights were similar in that you would meet somewhere in public, she would flirt and hit on you and touch you when no one was looking. After hours of this mental foreplay you would head back to her place or your hotel and she would take charge and fuck you hard. You always came multiple times. Even though the pattern was familiar she always moved you around in different ways and kept it interesting.

One night you drunkenly admitted you kind of liked anal. She started by lubricating you all over and you were on fire in anticipation. She slowly and gently penetrated you and you gasped at the feeling. She went slow at first and kept adding lube, but soon your pussy was so wet the juices were dripping down and lubricating the whole area. She started to faster and deeper. You asked her to stop, but then begged her for more. Soon she was pounding you and you spread wide open. She kept pounding you deeper and deeper the pain mixed with pleasure and you screamed in climax. Even though you had just admitted it, you had been fantasizing about her doing this to you for weeks. From that night on she would frequently take you that way, though not always, but when she did you always came hard. But then you always came hard and frequently when you were with Rachael.

On one trip you asked her “why do you always fuck me, how come I never get to fuck you”.

She explained “the hot one is always the one who gets fucked, that is just how it is.”

And so it was. You may put a few fingers in her as you went down on her. But she would fuck you with her whole hand bursa escort bayan or a whole assortment of dildos and you never, ever got to wear the strap on – she fucked you, you sucked the juices off, and that was that. And you had to admit you liked it better that way anyway. Rachael was very attractive, but you loved the fact that YOU were the hot one.

On one trip to Denver you were supposed to meet up and somehow through a series of mishaps you kept missing each other. Then on your next trip to Seattle you did not have time to meet her and she left you a few angry texts. The following week you made another excuse to go and this time she met you for dinner and she had a friend with her. Her friend could have been your twin – she was blonde with large breasts and a beautiful face. Rachael introduces her as Cindy. At dinner Rachael is obviously pissed at you and spends a lot of time flirting with Cindy in blatant attempt to make you jealous and it is working. But you all eat and drink and when Rachael suggests it is time to go you get in the cab back to her apartment but this time there is only tension as your ride.

The elevator ride is also uneventful and when you enter the familiar apartment, you are not quite sure what you have gotten yourself into. You walk in and she asks you to sit on the bed while Cindy gets you all some wine. Rachael is acting quite different then your normal encounters. But she is still very much in charge of both you and Cindy. There is plenty of tension, but not the normal sexual urgency and no discussion at all of the situation. As you all sip your wine and make idle small talk Rachael starts to unbutton Cindy’s blouse exposing her large beautiful breasts and then undoes yours. Cindy then takes off her skirt and underwear and you instinctively do the same. But you are nervous, there has been no discussion of what is about to happen. Rachael still fully dressed is looking at you and Cindy both fully naked and without saying a word nudges Cindy towards you. She seems as apprehensive and unsure as you are but when her lips touch yours that all disappears as you both enjoy a long deep wet kiss.

Rachael is just watching but Cindy is now full of excitement as she starts to suck on your nipples and makes her way down to your soaking wet clit. Your eyes are locked with Rachael as she watches Cindy lick you expertly and you come quickly and loudly. Your eyes never leave Rachael’ as you moan in pleasure. Cindy kisses you as you taste your juices and are anxious to return the favor, but Rachael steps in and says “not yet.” She commands you both on your backs and you both obey. Cindy is playing with herself now and instinctively you start to do the same. Rachael watches you both for some time as she removes her clothes and attaches her now familiar strap on. You swell with anticipation as she walks towards you but are disappointed and surprisingly jealous when she throws back Cindy’s legs the way she normally does to you. You reach out for her or Cindy as they are just inches away from you but she swats your hand away and says “not yet, watch and touch yourself” and you do as you are told.

She fucks Cindy for 20 minutes and Cindy comes multiple times. She is tossing Cindy around in all the familiar ways and you writhe with anticipation as you watch Cindy get fucked in all the ways you normally do. Now your jealously bursa merkez escort has given way to desire and you make several attempts to join in, but always get denied with a stern “not yet” Finally as she is fucking her doggy style just inches away from you, you can see Cindy start to come again – but this time Rachael grabs her hair and forces her mouth down on your pussy. You and Cindy both start to come loudly, Cindy’s screams muffled as her face is buried in between your legs and suddenly your screams are muffled too as Rachael forces her Cindy juice soaked cock into your mouth. You moan with delight as your finally taste Cindy’s juices as Rachael fucks your mouth hard. She then flips you over on all fours and mounts your from behind and you are finally able to bury your lips into Cindy pussy which you have been wanting to do since the moment she kissed you. Cindy comes almost instantly but you continue to bury your tongue into her deeper as Rachael pounds you from behind for a good twenty minutes. Then Rachael pulls out and Cindy slowly licks your juices off her cock as you watch with envy. Her eyes locked on yours.

Rachael then lays you on your back and directs you to stick out your tongue and lift your breast to your own lips. You lick your own nipple as Rachael and Cindy watch. You intently watch them as they intently watch you. After several minutes of them enjoying the show of you licking and sucking your own nipples, Cindy joins in and you and her dart your tongues together kissing over your nipple. The combination of your tongues kissing and brushing your nipple is driving you wild. Then Rachael joins in and the three tongues dance over each other and your nipples and you are on fire again. The vision is as erotic as the physical sensation and your pussy drips with desire for more.

Rachael leaves the room and comes back with another strap on. She commands Cindy to stand up and she proceeds to put it on her. Rachael commands you to all fours and has Cindy stand in front of you. Cindy grabs the back of your hair and shoves her cock into your mouth – you are adjusting to her intensity when you fell Rachael enter your pussy from behind. Rachael then switches positions with Cindy and they proceed to share your mouth in pussy in a variety of ways moving you around every three minutes or so. There is always something in your mouth. One of the two cocks, a nipple, Cindy’s pussy. Everything but Rachael’s pussy and you long for it. But before she gives it to you she has one more thing she wants.

Rachael Lies on her back and calls you over – she lubes up her cock and then maneuvers you over her. She then lubes you and then lowers you onto her large cock penetrating you anally. You are about to come again when Rachael directs Cindy to come over an insert her cock in your pussy. They both pound you hard and deep as they double penetrate you. You senses are over whelmed as you are stretched in both holes. Cindy then removes her cock and puts it in your mouth and your pussy juices again flood our mouth. Rachael continues to fuck you and you moan for the last time.

Both girls pull out of you and remove their strap ons as you quiver on the bed. Finally Rachael lowers her pussy on to your face -the one thing you have not had all night is now right where you want it to be as Rachael grinds her face into your mouth you feel Cindy’s tongue as well as you and Cindy fight your tongues over Rachael’s clit and she finally comes. You are very happy, clearly even with adding Cindy to the mix, you are still very much the hot one.

You all collapse in exhaustion and sleep – when you awake both girls are gone and you are physically and emotionally spent.

To be continued…

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After Tammy’s orgasm subsided she talked quietly for a while with Sandy, nervously trying to build the courage to reciprocate. After a while Sandy began to sense there was a problem and asked, “Tammy what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, everything is fine.”

“No, you’ve seemed to suddenly clam up. If you’re not comfortable doing this…”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just that… ah,” Tammy paused.

“What is it Tammy?”

“I’ve never done anything like that, I’ve never done anything like any of this before.”

“That doesn’t matter Tammy, I like what you are doing, how you’re doing it.”

“But you made me feel so good, I don’t know if I can do that for you,” Tammy said, blinking her eyes fighting the tears.

“But you already have Tammy, you already have. Don’t you see that?”

“But how do I…”

“Look, you know what feels good to you right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, most likely it will feel good for me, that’s what I do, I simply think of what might feel good for me and then I do it to you.”

“You mean you haven’t…”

“Not with another woman. I did have a guy go down on me and well, I basically learned what not to do. But with you I just tried to be gentle and imagined what might feel good with me.”

“What bursa eskort about the taste?”

“The taste?”

“Yes, from me.”

“Haven’t you ever tasted yourself?”

“No, have you?”

Sandy nodded, “Yes.”

“When?”

“I was masturbating, thinking about someone going down on me. I got my fingers wet and tasted it, it wasn’t bad, kind of a turn on at the time. You want to taste yourself?” she asked raising her finger up to Tammy’s mouth. When Tammy stuck out her tongue Sandy said, “Come on Tammy, put it in your mouth to taste it.”

Tammy daintily opened her mouth and then closed it over Sandy’s fingers. Sandy watched her eyes blink and said, “It’s kind of tangy.”

“Yeah, a bit surprising. Not really bad.”

“I liked it,” Sandy said, “It turned me on tasting you.”

Tammy leaned over to Sandy and kissed her on the lips. While they kissed she reached down to Sandy’s bikini bottoms. She then pulled them down as Sandy lifted her hips letting her slide the suit down her thighs and then completely off of her. Sandy leaned back and opened her legs.

She felt a shiver run through her body as Tammy reached her hands under her legs and then began kissing her inner thigh. As Tammy moved bursa bayan escort down her thigh kissing and licking her smooth skin Sandy could feel her moist breath on the delicate skin around her pussy. Suddenly she felt the lightest touch of Tammy’s lips on her pussy.

Then she felt her tongue quickly slide into her cunt and then shyly withdraw. Tammy’s tongue pressed into her again, this time more boldly circling inside her before withdrawing. Sandy then felt her tongue move upwards to her clit. The tongue slid over her clit very slowly, but began moving faster and faster, just barely touching the sensitive nub.

At first the light touch was a bit annoying for Sandy as she wanted more stimulation, but after a few moments it began to heighten her sensitivity. She started lifting her hips, moving them in big circles, trying to feel more. It was driving her crazy and she gasped for breath as slowly, ever so slowly she felt something building inside her. Sandy could feel her hands trembling and she was pumping her hips up and down, when ever so slowly it built the tension, the pleasure grew, more and more until… until… until… until oh God, oh God, she screamed “Oh Tammy, yes, yes.”

Suddenly bursa ucuz escort Tammy sucked Sandy’s clit in between her lips running her tongue firmly in circles over it, again and again. The incredible sensation suddenly exploded and Sandy came as she moaned loudly, arching her back and pushing her pussy against Tammy’s face. Then she collapsed, the tension suddenly leaving her body as she began crying, “Oh Tammy, oh God Tammy.”

Tammy rose up from between her legs and asked meekly, “Sandy, are you okay?”

“Of course I am, come here you,” she said, grabbing Tammy and pulling her into her arms. “It was so beautiful,” she whispered into Tammy’s ear, “I never knew it could be so good.”

“You scared me for a second there,” Tammy said, “Especially when you screamed.”

“How loud was I?” Sandy asked.

“Pretty loud,” Tammy replied.

“Could they have heard us?”

“I don’t know.”

“We better get dressed, just in case.”

They quickly pulled on their bathing suits and blouses and then peeked out of the cabin. Not seeing anyone around, they slipped out of the cabin and then walked out to the water. Looking down the beach they saw the campfire with their friends sitting around it. As they wandered back they both wondered what the future might hold for them. Obviously they couldn’t act like lovers, hell it was a time of free love but the people around them weren’t ready for that free of a love. They wondered if a time would come where they could hold hands and walk down a beach without fear. They wondered…

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I’d like to thank azure_skies and robertreams for editing and providing advice with my writing.

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When I was younger we lived in a small town that hosted the county fair. My parents would take my little sister and I to see the animals, ride the various amusements, and to see the homemade items that county fairs are famous for. We looked at all the huge vegetables, the quilts, canned foods and knick knacks but my favorites were the animals. We didn’t have the room for any farm creatures where we lived so the closest I could get was the fair.

I loved walking through the animal barns, the sheep, pigs, cows, rabbits, goats all were so cute and clean. I knew we could never get one but I dreamt about it anyway. My parents wanted us exposed to animals and to know where our food came from. I didn’t want to believe that one of those little cuties could eventually be on our dinner table but, sadly it was a fact.

As I got older the animal barns slowly lost their appeal, that is until the year I turned 18. Maggie, my younger sister had already turned 17 and was looking forward to moving into my old room because I was heading off to college in the Fall.

The fair was in June right after graduation; Maggie and I went one last time to please our parents. She had lost interest too. She was more concerned about her friends, cute guys and when I was going to get my stuff out of her new room. I was waiting for college to begin and in no big hurry to box up my things. I had broken up with my boyfriend after prom because he couldn’t handle a long distance relationship.

We were walking around one of the show rings marveling at the Hereford bulls who almost looked like giant stuffed animals. We stood watching them being paraded around in front of the judges all dolled up, so clean and neat. I made a comment about kids not knowing anything about being a cowboy. Well, much to my embarrassment a woman leading a horse over heard me.

“Young lady you have no idea what it takes to be a cowboy. Look at you, all nicely dressed, clean as can be. I bet you’ve never been within ten feet of a farm or ranch.”

I stood there dumbfounded, she was right. “Yes, ma’am you’re right. I’m sorry. I apologize.”

A wry smile appeared as her tone lightened. “If you want to see a tiny bit of what it takes to get these animals ready you can follow me and I’ll show you.”

I looked at my parents and Maggie to see if they would help me out. They stood there enjoying my predicament.

She offered her hand, escort bayan “My name is Jolene. I run the Circle J ranch about ten miles from town. This is Cinnamon one of my quarter horses.”

I took it, looking her in the eyes, “My name is Christine. This is my sister Maggie. These are our parents, Bill and Cynthia. I’m pleased to meet you. I’d love to see your horses.”

She shook hands with everyone then led us through the show area to her stall. She put Cinnamon away then proceeded to show us all the equipment and supplies she used to get her horses ready. We were all amazed at what was involved.

“Would you like to brush Cinnamon?” She asked, knowing I’d accept the challenge.

“I’d love to, he’s so pretty.”

“Can I too?” Maggie replied with a bit more enthusiasm than me.

“Of course you both can. Cinnamon is a girl or mare.” She grinned.

“Oh, okay.” I blushed.

She handed me the brush. Taking my hand in hers, she showed me how to groom . She spoke to Cinnamon the entire time, telling her how pretty she was. I almost had the feeling she was talking to me too. We brushed for a minute or two then it was Maggie’s turn.

Maggie was excited, she loved horses. Jolene picked up on that, spending more time with her. She introduced her other two horses and let us brush them down. She asked if our parents wanted to try but they declined. After about thirty minutes we had completed the brushing.

“So, now you know a tiny bit of what it takes. What do you think?” Jolene paused.

“You’re right. I didn’t have a clue. Thanks for showing us. I’ll think a bit more about what I say before saying it.”

“I’m glad you learned something, Christine. If you and Maggie want to know more I could use a couple of part time groomers. I can’t pay you but I’ll trade you riding time for your efforts. That’s if it’s okay with your parents.”

Maggie looked at me with the same thought in mind, heck yes! We just needed to get mom and dad to let us use the car since my old clunker was being repaired, again.

Dad responded, “Thank you for the offer, we’ll think about it.”

“I understand, here’s my business card. Feel free to drop by and look around. I will need you to sign a liability waiver.”

Dad took the card thanking Jolene for the offer. The rest of the day we kept bringing up how nice it would be to learn to ride. I think mom and dad agreed to let us try just to shut us up.

When we got home dad called Jolene to set a day and time to look around. görükle escort About a week later, we drove out to Jolene’s place. Mom and dad wanted to see what her place looked like and what we were going to do. Jolene had them sign the waivers. Dad was a bit reluctant but mom made sure he signed. Since school was out we started the next day. I drove us out early so Jolene could instruct us then get on with her business.

June went quickly; the weather warmed making the days out in the country very pleasant. We seemed to be going out to Jolene’s more frequently than we had planned. We bought ourselves cowboy boots after mom complained about horse poop on our tennis shoes. Jolene took us to a store that specialized in western wear owned by a woman she knew so we would get a good price. She showed us the various styles, some for show and some for actual work. She watched as we both tried various boots on giggling when we walked in them for the first time. She and the owner whispered to each other resulting in more giggles.

We got some jeans that fit really snug. Jolene had us try on quite a few pair, commenting again while we modeled. They told us they needed to be snug but not too tight. We seemed to try on more pairs than we really needed to. I felt like some should have been painted on since I had to hold my breath to get the zipper to go up. The store owner threw in a blouse for each of us, which of course we modeled with our selected pants.

When they were finally satisfied with our new “cowgirl” look we headed back to Jolene’s to get everything dirty. Mom was glad we had those clothes; she washed them separately at the laundromat so they wouldn’t foul up her washer. We ended up going back and getting three sets to ease mom’s trips washing them.

I guess it was July Jolene started to get a bit “friendlier”. She’d hang out in the morning a bit longer, watching us work with the horses, commenting on how we were doing. She’d bring us snacks, pausing to talk with us while we ate. Every once in a while she’d tell us not to bring a lunch because she’d made something for her dinner and she’d made too much. We’d go to the the “bunk house” where she’d bring in a Dutch oven or some other pot that always had something delicious in it. We’d eat, talk, and giggle as we ate, taking way more time than we normally did. She seemed to enjoy being around us as much as we enjoyed her cooking and being around her.

She hadn’t given us any riding lessons to this point. We bursa elit escort were both starting to grumble a bit during those lunches. Prior to us leaving one day she suggested we start riding. That made our day. I got that heart racing rush that comes over you when you wake up Christmas morning to open your presents. We both hardly slept that night anxious to reap the rewards of our hard work.

The next morning, did our chores anxiously awaiting for Jolene to keep her promise. She came out with a big grin on her face, dressed in her grubby jeans and boots, her long hair tied back. We walked over to the stalls with our anxiousness in full view. Patiently, she explained the finer points of saddling up her babies. We went into the barn and grabbed the tack as she monitored us. We led the horses out into the corral to prepare them for riding. We did as instructed one at a time, Jolene’s hands guiding us as we synched, tightened, loosened then did it all again. When I’d first met Jolene I noticed how rough her hands seemed to be. When she was helping us her hands actually felt very soft but strong. I know it’s a strange feeling but I enjoyed her guidance. She was very patient with us both, gently correcting us when we’d miss something or put something on wrong. She took turns with Maggie and I so she could focus on what we were doing. We both kidded each other about our mistakes. Jolene reminded us we’re learning. It’s okay to make a mistake when you haven’t done something before.

At last when she was satisfied we had it right we lead the two out. Jolene helped boost each of us into the saddle, her firm hand on my tush pushing me up felt odd but nice at the same time. Our first time all we did was trot around the corral. We learned how to sit, turn and get them to start and stop. It wasn’t a lot of fun but we were on horses and that’s why we were there. I got to ride Cinnamon.

Jolene watched from the ground as we took turns showing her we had mastered the commands. She offered pointers, smiling with the rapid progress two “city girls” made with her beloved mares. The whole episode took a couple of hours, it didn’t seem that long. When we were done we put everything away and brushed our mounts with a new respect and admiration.

Jolene commended us on being quick studies. She told us she’d taught a few girls in the past with more knowledge than we had but, they hadn’t advanced to riding around like we did. With the horses and tack were put away, Jolene hugged us good bye, congratulating us on our accomplishments. We beamed as we thanked her for letting us ride. She promised she’d let us ride more frequently. She commented that she should have done that some time ago if she’d known we’d be so good at it. We told her it was because we had a good teacher. Her face lit up with pride.

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