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Natalya is so beautiful. I often find myself just starring at her. Just watching her do normal things like getting ready to go to class, doing her hair, or getting dressed are a special treat for me. I wonder if she knows just how sexy she is to me. I was watching her get ready for class. She was late and running around, grabbing things and shoving them in her bag. I was glad that I didn’t have to go to class until later that afternoon because I could sit back and watch her.

Even in her flurry of movement, she was exquisite, moving with a kind of grace that amazed me. Her hair was flying as she moved about. She was leaping around in a t-shirt and panties. Her voice was breathy as she spoke to me. She put on some jeans and cute little baby tee, then stopped and looked at me. She was asking me something, but I had gotten a little lost.

“Why are you just looking at me? Help me look for my keys!”

“They’re right by your foot.” I said, laughing. But she didn’t think it was so funny.

“You think I’m funny? I have to be in class in five minutes!”

“Sorry. I just like watching you.”

She softened a bit at that. “Well thank you, sweetie. I gotta go.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and ran out.

That night Nat and I went out to a party with a few of our friends. Nat was, as always the center of attention. She was being her wonderful, charming self, and everyone was sucking it up. I stood with my friends Kristy and Lillian. Kristy was saying something about something, but I wasn’t listening. Nat happened to look my way through her group of fans and I caught her eye. She smiled and went back to conversation. Of course, this did not go unnoticed.

“You look bursa sınırsız escort at her like a lion looks at a gazelle or something,” Lillian said, nudging Kristy who agrees.

“What can I say, she’s one hot gazelle.”

“Well, maybe you should wipe the drool off you face because it’s disgusting,” She joked.

By this time, Natalya was making her way over to us.

“Speak of the devil. Nat we were just talking about how Shanise looks at you,” said Kristy.

“And how is that?” asked Natalya.

“Like a hungry wolf. I mean, down girl!”

I didn’t care about the teasing, because I knew that when we left, Natalya would be holding my hand. I just looked at Natalya, thinking that I could indeed spend my life with her and be completely happy. She grabbed my hands wrapped my arms around her waist.

“Well…I like the way she looks at me. I like to look at her too.”

Both Kristy and Lillian gave us a healthy ‘awwwww’ and we started talking about something silly. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride to have such a wonderful girl in my arms.

The party ended and after grabbing something to eat from IHOP, we all said our goodbyes. On the way home, I couldn’t help but feel Natalya’s eyes on me. I glanced over at her, “What?” I asked.

“Nothing. Just thinking how great you are.” She grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze.

We got home, and Natalya undressing, getting ready for her shower. I was through with watching. I needed to touch her. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, breathing her in. I could smell her perfume and shampoo. Her skin was so soft as I ran my hands across her stomach. She leaned her head bursa üniversiteli escort back on my shoulder as I kissed and licked her neck. I could hear breathing a little harder and smiled. I brought my hands around to cup and massage her breasts. She moaned and pushed her ass into my crotch. She felt the strapon I had put on when we came in. Her hand went to her clit, but I wanted this to be slow. I brushed it away and whispered, “Not yet, baby.”

She groaned and said “I want you now.”

I almost lost control. It’s always hard for me to resist her. But, I had a plan and I intended to play it out. She was grinding hard into me, and the base of the dildo was pressing into me. I turned her around and kissed her. She tasted so good. I absolutely love kissing her. I broke the kiss so I could pick her up. She gasped as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I walked to the bed and put her down gently. Slowly I began to unbutton my shirt and pants, enjoying the look of lust on her face. When I got my clothes of, I lay gently on top of her, kissing her passionately. I worked my way down her body stopping at those beautiful breasts, and making sure to stop at that cute little navel. When I got to her mound, I could smell her, and it made my mouth water. I just barely kissed her lips and she screamed out my name, telling me to stop teasing her. By now, it was just as hard for me as it was for her. I dove in, sucking her lips into my mouth, but I want to taste her better. The moment I put my tongue in her, I felt her clamp down on it. I replaced my tongue with a finger while the other hand pinched and pulled her nipples. I could feel she bursa anal yapan escort was on the edge, so I flicked her clit with my tongue before sucking it hard into my mouth. Then I held on, because she started bucking and shaking uncontrollably. She wrapped her legs around my head and I couldn’t hear her scream anymore. I was hungry, lapping all her juices.

When she came down, I was sitting next to her. She always looked wonderful after an orgasm. She opened her eyes and smiled at me, pulling me in for a kiss. Her hand went down my back, and when she grazed past the strap of my harness, she giggled and pulled me on top of her. She gave me a kiss that made me dizzy and said, “I want you in me.” Then, she flipped me over and straddled my hips, the dildo underneath her. I love it when she gets like that, taking what she wants. I was willing to do whatever she wanted.

When she lowered herself on the dick, I couldn’t stop the moan that came from my lips. I watched it disappear, inch by inch into her. She just sat on it, leaning in to kiss me. When I started moving my hips, she gasped and bit her lip, sitting up to ride me harder. I held on to her hips to steady us into a rhythm. She was meeting me trust for thrust. Again, I was struck with how beautiful she is, her eyed thrown back, eyes closed, biting her lip. How did I get this girl to want me?

I flipped her over so I was on top. She opened her eyes and looked straight into mine. I know she could see how much I loved her, because I saw the same thing in hers. We went on like that for what seemed like forever. Then, I came, and she came right behind me.

I pushed her hair out of her face and looked into her eyes. “I love you,” I said.

“I love you, too.” She said giving me a soft kiss.

After she fell asleep, I just watched her. I must have done something right, because this woman made me so happy. I fell asleep and dreamed of her, just as I would for many nights to come.

I hope you enjoyed this installment. As always, feedback is very welcome.

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I was wary of the living conditions I was about to put myself in. The girl who was to be my roommate was only a friend of a friend and she had a sketchy reputation. The thing was, her sexuality was up for debate, and at a school like ours, a small, Christian one, this was quite scandalous.

My situation unfolded thusly: I came to this school because they offered me an excellent scholarship. Furthermore, living on campus was quite expensive and my financial aid did not cover it. Indeed, room fees were how the college drew most of its revenue, and I was forced to find room and board off campus, seeing as how it was considerably cheaper. I saw an ad for a fellow student seeking a roommate for her two bedroom/one bath apartment. That was how I met Lauren, whose refusal of the college’s boys, and rumors of escapades with other women from other schools, formed the notion in our heads that she was a lesbian.

I pride myself on not being the judgmental type, as the instances surrounding Lauren and members of the same sex were only hearsay, and wariness was my only feeling as I was thrown into this living situation due to economic reasons. See, I really had no inkling of who lesbians were, or what that title even entailed, as I grew up in a small town in the Bible Belt of bursa escort America and my parents heavily sheltered my sister and me. We didn’t have television, if that gives you any clue. We had a single TV, on which we would watch movies together (Ten Commandments, of course),but it wasn’t connected to a cable box, or anything. Truth be told, I didn’t get on the internet until I was in college, and this made doing my schoolwork difficult – I was both in lacking research skills and easily distracted by Youtube.

Until I met Lauren I couldn’t connect the term “lesbian” and the act of sex with other women. She made that connection clear enough for me. I had just finished moving my stuff in –

“Judy,” she said to me, “I’m a lesbo. That means I like other women. Sexually. I’m gonna dump a lot on you right now. I admit that I asked around, and heard about your background, and figured you wouldn’t have any preconceived notions about gays, and that’s why I wanted you as my roommate. Sorry.”

“Uh…that’s ok…” I said, but was kind of freaked out. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all.

“My girlfriend isn’t here that often, and I promise we won’t be too loud and we’ll keep everything in my bedroom. No PDA, ok?”

“That’s cool, I guess.” I actually escort bursa wasn’t sure if it was cool or not. I kind of had no opinion on the matter. But maybe I felt that just because I had only seen intimate interactions between men and women I wouldn’t necessarily be disgusted by witnessing those some interactions between two women. Or two men, for that matter. I think I was intrigued, actually. Maybe I even wanted to see two women interact in that way, since I had never seen it before. Only then could I form an opinion.

Things went smoothly. School wasn’t that hard, I went to some parties (the ones on campus were drug and alcohol free), and I was making some friends. Lauren and I were becoming steadfast buddies, and we quickly bonded over the fact that we wore the same size and style of clothing; we traded jeans and shirts often. One time Lauren even borrowed one of my bras (34C). We were pretty much the same person, both physically and personality wise. We both loved to go running, we were both tall and skinny. Lauren had short, black hair, though, and mine was long and auburn. She wore glasses (they had those trendy, plastic frames) and I had contacts. We would often talk about the role Jesus Christ played on our lives, which was a pretty big role. We were both bursa escort bayan fairly laid back, and would often just hang out and watch documentaries together. She was just a normal girl. Who happened to be attracted to other girls.

Lauren’s girlfriend, Alice, was pretty cool, too. She was basically the complete opposite of Lauren, which is to say the opposite of me as well. Alice was short and quirky, very energetic and had tan skin (Lauren and I were quite pale), I think she’s Greek. She was quite the snazzy dresser, always wearing revealing skirts and blouses that showed off her generous cleavage. Lauren and I preferred jeans and t-shirts.

And then something happened. I guess Alice had stayed over one night, and she is apparently an early morning person like me. I rolled out of bed, took off my panties and shirt, put my robe on and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. I reached to open the door, and before I could grab the knob, it turned and the door swung open on its own. And there stood Alice. Naked. But I was also not really clothed, either; I hadn’t cinched my robe completely shut because I figured no one would be up.

Alice’s head was level with my breasts, and I guess those were the first thing she saw when she groggily opened the bathroom door at 5:30 in the morning. And I can tell you she quickly became ungroggy; she scanned up and down my body (which was frozen, I was unable to cover myself) her eyes lingering on my unshaven but trimmed, reddish pubic hair.

to be continued

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The final installment of the De la Dia series. Thank you for the positive feedback I have received, that has driven me to actually finish a piece of writing for the first time in a while. This section is my gratitude for the attention, votes, and feedback, as it justifies the rest of the story for you! Enjoy, and please, don’t hesitate to let me know what you think!

Chapter 6: Come Sunday

Amy couldn’t bring herself to work on the day’s journal. Even now, hours after her massage, arousal and excitement held her body in their feverish grip; concentration upon work was the last thing on her mind. Of course she had performed one final test of Sarastra’s little command, as soon as she had returned to her quarters, just to make certain that the first time had not been a fluke. She had peeled out of her gym clothes and all but leapt into bed, slipping her finger into a pussy that still steamed from the pretty servant girl’s touch. For a half hour she caressed her dripping slit and attacked her aching breasts, to no avail whatsoever. Oh, it felt wonderful, but just as before, her rampant sexual tension had done nothing but build and grow, grow and build until she wanted nothing more than to go outside and viciously fuck the first person she met.

Instead, Amy bided her time. She read through the most vapid and dull magazine she could find, but put it down when a movie advertisement had coaxed her fingertips back down to her clit. She lay stroking that hard nub for fifteen minutes before tearing herself away from it, tears of frustration gleaming in her eyes.

“What’s wrong with me?”

Amy lay there, her hands covering her eyes, chest heaving from the pure sex setting her bloodstream ablaze. Despair threatened to overtake her.

I’m not a lesbian. I’m not even into girls.

But… I just… I want it so bad…I can’t help myself, I want them.

So don’t be a lesbian. Just ‘experiment’.

Amy’s eyes snapped open as that thought ran across her inner monologue. Of course! She was at the right age to try new things, and… to be perfectly honest, she knew that all she needed at this point was a damn good excuse. She rose from her bed, suddenly feeling quite a bit better about everything, and went straightway to her closet. Yellow… pink… blue. Blue.

She selected a cornflower yellow string bikini from the racks inside, where little aside from gym and swimwear was kept. Carefully she pulled the bottoms on, cringing in blissful irritation when the thin material nestled in between her engorged labia, and tied the top as well as she could. It was at least a size too small, but Amy knew that going in. Smiling a wicked smile of triumph to herself, she grabbed two towels, admired her camel’s toe in the mirror for a moment, and sauntered her way to the pool on the bottom level. She had only to wait.

* * *

Amy gathered her towels at the ten o’ clock hour, wrapping them around herself to conceal the string bikini she had chosen to wear. Sighing quietly at her foolishness, she stormed back to her room to perform her journal entry for the day and get to bed.

Sunday was nowhere to be found. Whether she had second thoughts, or had just been stringing her along, Amy could not tell. Her frustration prevented her from realizing just how badly her feelings had been hurt by this indiscretion, but more so, prevented her from understanding how heightened were her senses of betrayal because of it. It hurt, and she could not understand why.

The journal entry that night seemed to take forever. No matter how she tried to concentrate, Amy simply could not hold her thoughts together. She kept thinking of the servant girl, their embrace at the end of that… enlightening massage. Their promise to meet. And every thought simply drew more anger from within the heart of the coed.

The next morning saw Amy awakening in pain. The fitful, restless night had left her with a wicked crick in her neck, while her prolonged sexual frustration had begun to cause back aches with greater and greater frequency. She could not wait to confront Sunday at her door, and find out just what the hell had kept her from coming to the pool and mercifully relieving Amy of this nightmare.

But Sunday never came. Upon leaving her room Amy discovered a simple basket with the day’s clothes folded inside. Sunday, it seemed, was indisposed, and though she knew better, Amy hated her for that.

The day went by slowly, every second made excruciating by the pain in Amy’s spine. After her physical she decided to check by the parlor and see if the servant girl had returned, but found to her great irritation that all of the lights were out, and the doors locked. Her second choice of the steam room only seemed to make her feel worse, and, by the time she sank down before her borrowed computer to write up her journal entry, Amy was positively miserable.

The next day brought more of the same. By supper, Amy’s frustration with Sunday bursa escort had begun to transform into concern, and then flat out anxiety. Mia seemed to know nothing about the servant girl’s disappearance, and neither did the librarian, or the cooks.

Her heart sank when she discovered that no one knew anything about it. The memory of her naked body pressing against Sunday rang fresh in her mind, mixing now with her angst to draw tears from her eyes. She didn’t know why, but… when the full, wonderful feeling of the hug dissipated into the emptiness of not knowing, she could not stop herself from weeping.

“Amy?” A concerned male voice floated up from the stairwell and through her open door that night, drawn by the sound of sobs from within her quarters. Donovan appeared in her doorway, his handsome face drawn up in concern for her, and his eyes traveled along Amy’s disheveled clothes and tear-streaked face.

“What happened, Amy? I could hear you all the way downstairs,” asked the personnel manager as he sat upon the vacant computer chair. Amy favored him with a melancholy look.

“Nothing,” she lied. “Well… Donovan, I’m having… I mean, I’m just… confused. I felt… I just…”

“Amy,” Donovan interrupted sternly, “calm down, and talk to me. If you’re unhappy, I need to know about it. Personnel manager, remember? I keep the talent happy.” He smiled, but her spirits failed to lift. “Talk to me, Amy. Whatever it is, it won’t leave this room.”

Amy gulped deep breaths of air, misty eyes fixed upon the ceiling.

“Donovan, I saw Sunday with you a few days ago. She was… going down on you. I watched, I couldn’t help myself.”

Donovan took this surprisingly well, nodding grimly.

“Yeah. Sunday and I do favors for each other sometimes. It’s nothing to cry about, though…”

“No, Donovan, it isn’t that. It really worried me, because I liked what I saw. But I’m uptight. I went to Sarastra and tried to find a way to keep from seeing things like that, I mean…” Amy paused, sniffling, “… if it was going to keep happening. But… she said all these creepy things to me, and then she… touched me. I couldn’t tell her to stop, it… it felt so good… but she didn’t finish. And the next day, I couldn’t…”

“Couldn’t what?”

Amy sighed. She might as well tell him everything. After all, Donovan Simms had been Sarastra’s associate for some time. Perhaps he held the answers she craved so badly.

“Donovan, I couldn’t orgasm. She told me that I couldn’t, and then, I just… I couldn’t. I tried, for hours, I tried, but I just couldn’t do it. I kept thinking about Sunday with you, and how great she looked, and… then I went for my massage, and she… she got me so hot, just talking, but I wasn’t ready. I’m straight, at least I think I am… but I wanted her so much… and we hugged, and she held me…”

Donovan nodded. “And now she’s gone.”

Amy’s head snapped up from her pillow. “What do you mean? Where did she go, Donovan, tell me!”

“We saw her touching you in the massage parlor, even though you didn’t want it. Cameras everywhere, remember? Lady de la Dia has always held a strict policy against forcing someone into sexual encounters, Amy.” The personnel manager sighed softly, regret thick in his voice. “She’s being punished as we speak. Then, she’ll be reassigned away from you.”

Amy sat bolt upright. “No! I don’t want that. Donovan, I…”

“Listen Amy. Sarastra De la Dia is a difficult woman, yes, but there is far more to her that you aren’t ready to know yet. I was very fond of Sunday, too, but I know better than to worry about it. If I were you,” he stood, “I would just forget about her.” From his pocket, Donovan produced a small piece of paper and a black pen. He scribbled something down on the paper and left it there, right next to Amy’s computer. “Forget her.” With that, he walked right out of her room and disappeared down the hallway, leaving Amy speechless at the harsh words he had just spoken.

“I think I’m in love with her…” she had been about to say. How could she have meant something like that? Amy slid from her bead, her heart still pounding. Love. With a woman… and so quickly! Doubt sprang forth almost instantly, burying the passion of the admission with logic, but the word danced at the tip of her tongue anyway. She had little experience with that word, but… there it was. With a woman… and now, she was gone.

“I’m so sorry, Sunday,” Amy whimpered, looking up to the ceiling as if in prayer for a moment. With a concentrated effort she took up the piece of paper Donovan had left, and read over it. Written in flowing red script at the top, the note read:

Donovan,

Escort Tessa to the holding cells behind the massage parlor. She must not see the light of day for at least one week, until her tune has changed. I will start processing her transfer orders. Due to her years of faithful service and the light nature of her crime, escort bursa she will not be expelled. Tell no one where she is. Destroy this note as soon as you receive it.

Amy could not believe her eyes. She read on, though, noting that the scrawl at the bottom of the note was in black, the ink fresh.

I can’t say out loud. Cameras. Tessa Sunday’s name. In parlor, move blue painting, comb. 3-12-32 Show Sar. You care, forgive Tessa. Then get her back. Destroy note. Do not proceed if can’t handle truth.

How cloak and dagger of him. What had he meant by ‘if can’t handle truth?’ Surely he wasn’t suggesting that she couldn’t handle her feelings for Sunday… was he? Amy wiped her eyes, sniffled, and promptly ripped up the note and flushed it. She slipped immediately into shoes and all but ran for the massage parlor, a thousand horrible thoughts running through her mind at once. Holding cells? What sort of maniac was this Sarastra anyway? She didn’t dare call the police… certainly, if every room had cameras, then the phone lines were almost certainly tapped as well.

Inside the parlor, Amy quietly removed a blue painting of a seascape, discovering, to her great dismay, a heavy combination lock hidden beneath. With careful precision she input the combination Donovan had left, and caught her breath at the soft click of a lock releasing against the far wall.

Amy couldn’t believe it. An honest to goodness secret door! Cautiously, her heart racing in fear of being discovered, she crept down the dimly lit hallway hidden within the bowels of the mansion. This was insanity. Absolutely mad, but… Amy had to know. She could not continue to stay in that place ignorant of the dark side of it, and though terror gripped her from foot to face, the memory of standing in Sunday’s arms kept her going. If for no other reason than to know for certain what was going on, she would continue… though it would be wonderful to learn just what was the swirling, warbling feeling in her heart.

At the end of the clandestine hallway, the walls opened up into a much larger chamber. Several pillars of brown stone stood in the center of the chamber, each one equipped with weighty iron chains and solid-looking manacles; it looked like something fresh out of a Persian dungeon. Amy held back her disbelief at the enormity of the chamber, held her breath, and began to explore the macabre depths of that unreal setting.

“Who…” a soft voice hailed her as she entered. Amy kept her lips tightly shut, her steps as soft as she could manage, and followed that voice to the far northern end of the chamber. There, she lifted her eyes to the wall.

“Good lord,” Amy whispered incredulously, staring openly at the heavy chains binding the hands and feet of a disheveled Sunday, “are you okay?” The servant girl smiled a weary smile, nodded in answer. Amy bit down upon her lip, holding back the overjoyed squeak that had so nearly escaped her throat. Her heart sang, her eyes ran wet in relief, but her voice held back its admissions and sobs. Time enough for that later.

“I am. I’m making up for doing what I did to you,” Sunday whispered back, looking at Amy through pitiful eyes. Amy shook her head fiercely, reaching up to tug at the impossibly strong manacles with both hands.

“No, Sunday, you didn’t do anything to me. I’ve been… I’ve been a fool, an idiot. I…” she growled as she released the manacle. It was just too heavy, too thick for her open. “Sunday, I didn’t know how deeply I felt for you until you were gone.” Amy lifted her head, their eyes meeting, locking onto one another. “Sunday, I’m sorry. I know… I told you that I wasn’t into girls, that I didn’t want your attention, but… I do. I want to be flirted with, and touched, and hugged,” Amy felt her eyes welling up again, as the words tumbled out of her mouth one after another. “I want you. I can’t lose you so soon, Sunday, please…”

“Amy…” Sunday cooed quietly, her misty blues sparkling, “… there are cameras in here, too, honey… they’ll know that you’re here.”

Amy’s eyes shot open. Fuck! Had Donovan set her up, knowing she wouldn’t be able to keep from coming in here?

“What do I do?” Amy felt ridiculous, asking a prisoner what to do, but Sunday simply smiled that beautiful smile, and lifted her weary head.

“Kiss me, Amy,” she softly urged, “kiss me, and it will prove that you are okay with my love… but… only if you are okay with that…” Amy practically melted, right there on the floor. Sunday hung her head, her shameful tears spattering upon the stone below. Amy had seen enough.

She could hear the footsteps approaching from the parlor, a steady roll of at least three people en route. What else could she do? In front of her, a beautiful, affectionate girl hung by her wrists and ankles, her eyes dark with worry and hunger, but her lips full with the word that Amy felt so at a loss to understand. Behind was the way out, where the only obstacle for bursa escort bayan her would be a furious conscience. Her heart thudded against her chest, her shoulders bending beneath the weight of decision. Safety… or Sunday…? Freedom… or…

“Love…” Amy whispered. Her arm lifted, setting trembling fingertips to the cheek of the bound servant girl. Gently she lifted Sunday’s chin, gazed deeply into those weeping ceruleans. “I do… Sunday… I love you, too.”

Amy leaned in close, her chest heaving with excited anxiety. She held her gaze upon Sunday’s glittering eyes, losing herself in their infinite wonder one more time, allowing herself one final, immaculate gaze.

Softly, searchingly, they kissed.

Amy quivered in shame and wonder at the softness of Sunday’s lips, so different from those of a man. Her eyes slid shut as her heart sang out… and finally claimed victory over her mind. It was a simple kiss, lips but slightly parted, soft, and without a drop of the lust Amy had been hoarding for three impossibly long days, but it didn’t matter. It was their kiss, hers and Sunday’s, and it filled them both with warmth.

“Amy,” Sunday whispered through tears of pain and elation, “I’m so sorry I put you through this…”

“But did it not turn out nicely in the end…?”

Amy whirled about at the smirking music of Sarastra De la Dia’s voice. Mia and Donovan flanked the vivacious Spaniard, but they did not wear the bemused expression she did.

“Sarastra, let her go. What kind of maniac are you, chaining her up like this?” Amy demanded, her tears only sharpening the fire in her voice. “You’re crazy! You’re all insane!”

“Amy, stop talking,” Donovan warned, “before you dig a hole for yourself. Just… listen.” Amy held her tongue, wondering just what the hell was Donovan’s game here.

“Amy, my little one, Tessa knew the consequences of forcing herself upon you. She knew my orders, and what would happen should she disobey them,” Sarastra explained softly, as her long legs carried her across the dungeon floor. Amy stepped aside, unable to stop herself. “Tessa disobeyed me. But…” she shook her head, her fingers wrapping gently around Sunday’s cheek. “Mia and Donovan told me that you did not yet know what you wanted. That you gave mixed signals to my dear Tessa.”

Before Amy’s shocked eyes, Sarastra leaned down and kissed Sunday roughly on the lips, her fingernails scraping gently along the servant girl’s cheek. Amy couldn’t believe it, but Sunday returned the kiss as if she wanted nothing more than do so.

Amy sank back against the wall, eyes wide, wracked with disbelief.

“You have been playing me this entire time? You…” she blinked, teeth grinding together in fury. “You bitch! ” Amy would have continued, but Mia laid her hand upon her shoulder, shaking her head.

“Amy, you weren’t being played or tempted or anything. You were being eased into a life you wanted to have, deep down. You wanted to be one of us,” she smiled, “I could see it in your eyes, baby girl. I caught you staring at me more than once.”

“You’re all crazy…”

“But are we wrong?”

Amy paused, her heart still hammering.

“No.”

“Then what are you so sad about?”

Silence. Amy stared at each of them in turn, trying to stifle the embarrassed, shameful tears that slid down her cheeks.

“Sunday, what about you…” she whimpered, “… were you part of this setup? Please, tell me the truth…”

Sunday lifted her head, blinking the wetness from her eyes.

“No. I just…” she paused, “… I just fell for you, Amy, I fell so hard, that I couldn’t pull myself out… I couldn’t warn you. I thought you might get scared away if I did…”

Amy stood straight again, eyes closed. “Sarastra. Let her go, please… please let her go… she didn’t force herself on me. She just… I…”

Sarastra tilted her head to one side. “What? You what?”

Amy stared at her, defiant. “I am in love with her. Now open those fucking locks, right now.”

Sarastra just smiled, and nodded to Donovan. “Is that so…? Then… I have made a grave error.” Her expression faltered, the melancholy that so dominated her lovely voice infecting her features. “Free her,” said the lady of the house, “and get her something to eat. A bath. New clothes.” Sarastra stepped back, eyes beginning to well up as Donovan snapped the manacles open with a sharp pick, catching Sunday as she fell against him.

“Mia,” he quietly said, “help me carry her. You’ll be okay, Tessa.”

Amy watched all of this in furious wonder. Lunatics, the lot of them… but, still… she looked to Sarastra, who looked as if she would fall to her knees and weep right there.

“Amy, there is still so much that I cannot yet tell you about myself… and this place. I have made such a mistake…” she whimpered, and Amy felt her heart soften for such a powerful woman reduced to such a state.

“I’m not ready to forgive you, Sarastra,” Amy spoke softly, her voice free of accusation. “But… I made a deal with you, too. I’m not going anywhere. And you can start making it up to me, right now, by undoing whatever it was you did to me in your office.”

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Author’s note

This chapter is a bit different from the rest. There’s no hot sexy action, in fact there’s no action at all. If that’s what you’re looking for look elsewhere. Rather this is a coda, an epilogue. I felt I had taken the story about as far as it could go but needed something to round it off, to provide closure.

So, here’s the final part of Lisa and Judy’s story. I hope you enjoy it.

L.J.

*

The months rolled by and Lisa and Judy settled into a steady routine living together, happy to share their bed and their lives. Christmas came and went with Lisa travelling back to Manchester to spend Christmas day with her parents, but she pleaded work commitments, and returned back to Bristol on Boxing day. It hadn’t felt right, she loved her mum and dad, but she wanted to share the day with Judy. They had agreed to save their presents to each other until Lisa came back, but it just wasn’t the same.

Christmas at her parents house had been a strain for Lisa. Firstly she wanted to tell them all about her new life but she had to hide the bit that had become central, the thing that made it special. Mum and dad were, after all, rather old fashioned and she didn’t feel that the time was right to tell them just yet. Secondly she was worried about her dad’s hacking cough which had got much worse, she really wished he’d give up smoking, and he seemed to wheeze with every breath he took. As she travelled back to Bristol she couldn’t help being torn between her love for Judy and her love for her dad, if he was as ill as he looked then surely she should be near him.

February was hard that year, and March was no better. As the winter storms battered the house Lisa and Judy would snuggle down together beneath the duvet. It wasn’t that the central heating was inadequate, it was just that, in such inclement weather, the warmth of a lover was far, far better than the warmth of a radiator, warming the soul as well as the bones.

Then came the fateful Thursday. Judy was reading and Lisa was watching a cookery show on the television when the phone went. Judy answered it but passed it to Lisa.

“Lisa, it’s for you, it’s your mum.”

Judy watched in concern as Lisa face went white. Whatever the phone call was about Lisa hardly spoke, but she was shaking as she fought back tears and her face told half the story. When she was finished she put the phone down and turned to Judy.

“It’s my dad, he’s in hospital, they don’t thing he’s got very long.”

“Right, let’s go and pack, I’ll drive you there,” Judy bursa escort spoke calmly.

“But… But, it’s two hundred miles.” Lisa couldn’t believe Judy would just drop everything like that.

“I know where Manchester is, come on, he sooner we leave the sooner we’re there. Let’s go upstairs and pack.” They went upstairs threw some clothes into a couple of overnight bags. Judy was very concerned, she’d never seen Lisa this close to the edge, she was obviously fighting back tears. She wasn’t sure if they were going for a day or a week so she packed for the latter; better safe than sorry.

The M5 and M6 were mercifully clear of traffic as they drove through the night, even the stretch past Birmingham was not too bad so they made good time arriving in Manchester in the early hours of the morning. However, when they got to Lisa’s parents house it was dark and unoccupied so they went on to the hospital and, after a number of enquiries, found Lisa’s mum sitting in a waiting area, her face a picture of worry. As they entered she looked up, and seeing Lisa rushed over and hugged her.

“Oh, Lisa, Lisa, my little baby, thank heavens you could make it. It’s not good, he’s dying love, he’s dying.”

“Oh, mum. I came as quick as I could. Can I see him?” Lisa asked.

“Of course, he’s asleep now, but they’ll let you go in. Here, I’ll show you the way.” Lisa’s mum took her onto the ward and left her at her father’s bedside before returning to the waiting area and introduced herself to Judy.

“Hi, I’m Lisa’s mum, Molly. And you are?”

“I’m Judy, Judy Ford, Lisa’s landlady. I’m so sorry that we had to meet under these circumstances.”

“No, no, thank you for bringing her. Lisa was always close to her dad. I’m so glad she was able to make it. Was the drive…” She was interrupted by Lisa’s wail of pain. Molly dashed to the ward with Judy close behind. The flat lines on the heart monitor said it all so Judy, respecting their privacy, drew back to wait in the lobby. As she left the ward a nurse entered with that brisk businesslike walk they use when they’re in a hurry. For maybe half an hour Judy sat and waited, idly reading the public health leaflets to pass the time. She wanted to be there for Lisa, to help ease her pain, but she knew this was not her time, Lisa needed her mother. Eventually Lisa and Molly appeared, holding each other, mother and daughter united in grief. Judy took them to the car and drove them home.

Despite the lateness of the hour they couldn’t sleep and the three women sat and talked for a bursa escort bayan while. Judy said that she would go and find a hotel but Molly was having none of that and insisted on making up the spare room.

“It will give me something to do,” she said. “I need something to do.”

“Lisa, love,” Judy asked once Molly had gone, “do you want me to go, I’m kind of in the way.”

“No, no, please don’t go. I’m sure mum can put you up. Please, please…” Once again Lisa’s tears ran down.

“Of course I’ll stay if you want me,” Judy replied and went to put her arm around Lisa. They were like that when Molly returned. They broke apart awkwardly.

“Fourty nine years, fourty nine glorious years. Your dad was so looking forward to our golden wedding. He had all sorts of plans,” Molly said as she sat down. “You were a menopause baby, you know, thought my child bearing days were over and then, pop, there’s another one. Our little gift, that’s what your dad used to say, you were always his favourite, you know.”

“Oh mum!” Lisa was slightly embarrassed but if it gave her mum comfort to talk, then let her talk. Their conversation rambled over all the memories that families have, best holidays, good times together, the shared experiences that bind. Before long Molly had got out the family album on the excuse of showing Judy pictures of Lisa as a child, but one picture led to another and Judy was forgotten as mother and daughter remembered together. At five in the morning exhaustion got the better of them and the three women went off to their separate beds.

The next few days were filled with sorting out all the trivia that comes with a bereavement. The funeral was fixed for Monday and Judy agreed to stay up and help. A few phone calls to her office put all the immediate business on hold, and she, and her car, were an invaluable aid as they got things ready for the wake.

Lisa’s mum and dad were not very religious and the funeral was quiet and functional. Judy sat at the back, explaining that she wasn’t family and didn’t want to intrude. The priest said the usual platitudes, more functional than meant, and, to the strains of ‘My Way’ Lisa’s dad’s coffin slid between the curtains and he was no more.

Wakes are curious affairs. On the one hand there’s the inevitable sadness, the sense of shared loss, shared grief. On the other hand it’s a time when distant parts of the family meet and there’s lots of ‘my, haven’t you grown’ and ‘we must get together soon under better circumstances’. Judy felt left out, the only people escort bursa she knew were Lisa and her mother who was having to act as hostesses. To give herself something to do she slipped into the kitchen and busied herself with the washing up. She was half way through when Molly appeared holding a stack of dirty plates.

“You’re fond of Lisa, aren’t you?” she asked as she put down the plates.

“Yes, she’s a sweet girl, a perfect lodger,” Judy replied.

“No, I mean really fond of her.” Mollys tone was more insistent.

“Er, yes, I’m fond of her.”

“Are you sleeping together?”

“What!” Judy was totally nonplussed at Molly being so forthright. “I think that’s a question you should ask Lisa.”

“Well, I’m asking you. Are you sleeping with my daughter?”

“I’m sorry, I really do think that’s a question for Lisa.” Judy was feeling cornered. She hated lying but she wasn’t going to out Lisa to her mum.

“And I’m still asking, are you sleeping with my daughter?” There was a silence, neither woman prepared to back down.

“Yes, yes she is mum.” Lisa had appeared at the door. “Judy and I are lovers.”

“I thought so. I just wanted to make sure. Is this the real thing?” Lisa and Judy looked at each other. ‘Is this the real thing’ was a question each had been avoiding for quite a while.

“Yes, Molly, this is the real thing. I’ve never felt this way about anybody before. I love your daughter and want to take care of her for the rest of my life.” Cards on the table time. Judy thought to herself.

“Oh Judy, I love you too, I love you so much.” Lisa went and kissed Judy full on the lips.

“I knew it, I knew it from the moment you arrived. Mind you I’ve had my suspicions for a while. Never a boyfriend, and whenever you phone it’s Judy this, Judy that. I know the signs, even if it is a bit unusual.”

“And you don’t mind?” Lisa was taken aback, and still not sure of her mum’s response.

“Lisa, my love, when I married your dad his folks were dead set against it. I wasn’t good enough for him or so they said. But if forty nine years together taught me anything then, if you love each other, that’s all that matters.” She turned to Judy. “Look after her, if you hurt her you’ll face a mother’s wrath, but you have my blessing, both of you. Best not tell you’re Auntie Josie though, you know what she’s like. And Judy, you don’t need to bother with the spare room tonight. Right, I’ve got to see to our guests, are there any more nibbles anywhere?”

As she left Lisa and Judy looked at each other, totally amazed.

“I do love you, really I do,” Judy said at last

“And I love you too.”

“Good job we’ve got each other then. OK?”

“With you I’m always OK,” Lisa replied and with that the two women returned to the wake.

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Slave. . . That is what some might call us at first glance, but what they don’t realize is why we are here like this in the first place. If they understood that than they might have an idea as to why we let Kristie treat us like this. Like the sex starved lesbian slaves that we all so desperately want to be.

I remember how it all started for myself, I was a college student getting ready to graduate from university. I had promise, I had hope and I gave it all up for this. . . A butt plug shoved deep inside me and no clothing. Perhaps I am just a slut that deserves to live in this house pleasing and being pleased by other women. Praying for the chance to have a taste of Kristie’s ass once again. Anyways, I had been in the last few months of university and as all people do I got bored and decided to look at a few porno’s on the computer.

This wasn’t out of the ordinary, I had figured every girl my age masturbated, but I always had a thought in the back of my head that I was different. Maybe it’s because I masturbated too much or because I would get turned on by things that most people wouldn’t view as a turn on. My favorite thing to watch though was anal sex. I had never personally tried it before, but I had found the courage to buy a toy once. Truth be told when I got it I was too ashamed and nervous to use it so I hid it in an old shoe in my closet at home. That was until I went to university, I knew my parents would do something with my room and I couldn’t take the chance of them finding it.

It was at university that I first used it and I guess had my first anal experience, even if it was just with a toy I bought, I will never forget the first time it penetrated me. It sent shivers up my spine, that was until the pain caught up with me. The pain I felt back then from having something shoved into my butt, it still makes me wonder why I ever continued.

That first time was the start of an addiction. . . An addiction that has changed my life forever, whether I am happy about that or not is still unclear to me. I do feel excited being here though referred to as an anal loving lesbian bitch. It’s a sensation all it’s own to hear these words directed towards me, I guess that does make me somewhat of a bitch. . . It’s all because of that dildo and my obsession with having it in my ass.

I remember how much I used that after my first time, it quickly became daily, sometimes even twice a day. I remember doing it a few times during the middle of the night while my roommate was asleep in her bed. It was a dangerous addiction that only seemed to be getting worse and changing me.

Soon I found that certain types of porn’s weren’t really turning me on anymore, where as others that I had masturbated to now flipped my switch instantly. I loved anal sex and just even thinking of the word anal would get me wet sometimes during class. I would have to run back to my room and relieve this built of pressure, it’s like I couldn’t go on until I had stuffed my ass again. It always felt great and gave me a rush like nothing else when that dildo would slide deep into my ass.

It was around this time that I had started realizing something else though that should have been apparent earlier on. It was the fact that all this masturbation and porn watching had all been to girls. I think it was around this time that I realized I was actually a lesbian. I mean my favorite thing to watch was girls licking each others butts or butt fucking themselves silly with whatever they could find. I just find the thought of big hairy sweaty men disgusting. The silky smooth skin of a woman with the figure of a goddess is what gets me wet.

I even found myself fantasizing about my room mate using my dildo on me. This turned me on faster than anything else did and it also started a new habit. I couldn’t help myself from digging through her panties while she was gone, I just couldn’t get enough of it. I would end up masturbating while smothering my face into her usually dirty panties, I just loved it. That was until she caught me however with a dildo in my butt and her panties in my mouth. It was a few days before thanksgiving and she had left to go home for the week, at least I thought. It turned out she was leaving the next day and I had now found myself stunned and frozen completely nude on her bed doing such an act.

To my surprise she wasn’t mad, instead she just grinned and locked the door behind her before taking slow steps towards me. I was so afraid and embarrassed that I didn’t even really realize at the time what was going on. I couldn’t tell if she was going to hurt me or what would happen, I just couldn’t think at this time.

I remember well what happened next though. . .

“I knew you were an anal loving whore. . . You think you have been keeping it a secret but I know that you have stuck that thing deep into your ass while I was sleeping. After all it’s hard to sleep when my anal loving room mate is moaning from having her ass full. . . You bursa escort know there are plenty of guys that would love to help you fill your ass. Or is it possible that you don’t want a guy in your ass? Yes, in fact now that I think about it you always fuck this dildo like those sluts you watch on the computer, hard and in the ass.”

I was too stunned to even say anything, she had known all of my secrets, down to the fact that I even got off from watching other women shove things in their asses. She had figured me out well and told me that if I didn’t want anyone to know about my secret that I would have to do something for her. This something turned into sticking my tongue as far up her butt hole as I could, it was my first time with another girl. Just the sight of her beautiful asshole made me tremble, I couldn’t help but finger my own ass while licking hers.

From there on I served as her stress reliever, which I think she thought I hated at first. Little did she know at the time that all I could think about was the next time I would be able to tongue fuck her butt again. I loved everything about doing this to her and it only made my sexual cravings worse. Soon I found myself uncaring if she was in the room, I would have that dildo in my butt almost constantly when we were alone. She even took control of it now and again which had me moaning like crazy.

This went on for most of the year, me being a personal servant to my room mates butt hole. I barley ever touched her pussy, though one time she did have me lick it clean after she masturbated. I didn’t mind though because after that she demanded I lick her ass again. I did happily, but all that would come to an end as the year came to a close and we got ready to graduate.

At least that is what I thought at the time, but now I find myself tongue deep in another girls ass and a butt plug in my own. It was a daily routine that could occur up to five times a day depending on the other girls.

I wasn’t the only one in this house nude and living about like a slave to sex. No there were eleven other women excluding Kristie. All of them had similar stories to mine, but none of them were as into anal as I was. Some enjoyed eating pussy, some enjoyed fisting, and two of them enjoyed water sports. Those two seemed to take a liking to me, because if I was willing to tongue fuck their butt holes than surely I wouldn’t mind being pissed on. I mean it makes sense, I guess. . . Either way I got used to this and eventually I found enjoyment from this. I was just a bitch in heat that loved to get pissed on by the other girls. It was a very big turn on when I started thinking of it that way.

How I got to that point though was actually through my room mate I was talking about. Towards the end of the year she had asked me if I wanted to lick her one last time before getting ready for our exams which would take most of our time. Of course, I didn’t even hesitate and within the next five minutes I was yet again feeling her tight asshole wrap around the tip of my tongue. It probably looked like I was french kissing her butt hole honestly.

Regardless it was the best licking I’ve ever given her and as a reward for doing so well she gave me something to think about. Then again she knew I was enjoying it at this point and probably would have told me regardless. . . Anyways, she told me that she knew a woman, mid twenties, blonde, slim waist, perfect tits, and an ass to die for. To say the least I was intrigued so I decided to listen. She told me that this woman might be interested in someone like me. I was told that this woman had payed attention to me for quite some time now.

Of course, I was just thinking a girlfriend finally! Little did I know that this girl knew what an anal loving slut I was. I wouldn’t find out about that until I met her in person over at her place. It was about thirty minutes from my campus and I was surprised when I saw the house. It was a pretty modern looking home with two floors, but what surprised me was that this beautiful girl owned it. I decided not to ask how for now and instead just enjoyed getting to know her. She expressed that she was a lesbian also and that she had indeed contacted my room mate to meet me.

I was already hooked after the first day and I didn’t even realize it. This meeting had really been an interview of sorts, she had never planned on dating me. Instead she was getting to know me to see if I was a good fit to live with her. I went back to my campus and when I got their I told my room mate all about her, I was as happy as could be. Especially the next day when I woke up to a text message from her asking if I was busy the following Tuesday.

I knew I had really important exams coming up, but one day wouldn’t hurt anything, so I replied with a simple, “no.” The next few days flew by as I anxiously anticipated my date with Kristie. Even then I still found time to lick my room mates ass. It was exactly cheating because I wasn’t escort bursa really in a relationship with Kristie and I didn’t want my secret getting out.

Anyways when Tuesday hit I met her at her house like promised and we went out for our first date. We went out to dinner and a movie. When they were done though we still wanted to be together so we decided to go back to her place and have a drink or two. . . This is how girls pass the test. We sit on her couch thinking we have just possibly scored a wonderful girlfriend only to be put to sleep for an hour or so. Just enough time to wake up in the basement completely naked surrounded by other naked women and her, who is always still fully clothed.

I remember looking around the room and trying to move which was impossible as my hands and legs had been tied together. To say I was scared was the least of it, but Kristie assured me that everything would be alright. . . What did she say again. . .

“Shh, shh, everything is fine, we aren’t going to hurt you. . . In fact we are going to do quite the opposite. You see I have been talking with your room mate quite a bit, I did have my eyes on you. Just look at this video of you licking her ass in your dorm room. Never even thought the web cam could be running. . . Don’t worry though this video is in only my possession. Think of it as a way for your room mate to repay me.”

“The reason I have brought you here is because I think you will be a good fit. You see I find girls who can’t function right in modern society because they are sluts and give them a home. And you my dear are a very rare find. A lesbian who is really an anal loving whore. . . Now that being said I don’t keep girls here as slaves, it’s quite the opposite. All these girls want to be here because they can be what they truly are here without consequences. . . I am extending you the same offer that these girls have had, so take a good look around. All these girls want nothing more than to fuck your ass and let you eat theirs. . . So the decision is yours, do you want to walk away from this all and carry on with your boring life that quite honestly doesn’t suite you. . . Or do you want to be who you really are…an anal loving lesbian whore. The decision is yours.”

I think that is what she told me before cutting the ropes around my feet and wrists. I remember looking towards the door and looking back at all those girls bent over and ready for me. I wasn’t sure what to do, this whole situation was just so weird.

“Even if you choose to stay for now you can always leave later, but trust me when I say I have the money and videos to ruin your life if you expose us. Our family here doesn’t want to be exposed, these girls live here free of charge and are given regular meals. Think of this more like a shelter for lesbian sluts.”

I could leave whenever I wanted? I remember that playing over and over in my head as I looked around the room seeing all those exposed and horny assholes. I knew from the moment I stopped walking towards the door that I wasn’t going anywhere, I had what I truly wanted most in this room and before I knew it I was taking slow steps back towards the girls. Right when I got into the middle of the room Kristie spoke again.

“That’s right, this is what you want, all these girls butts smothering your face. . . There is a few rules though for a slut like you. The first which goes for all girls here is that you hand over all of your clothing. It will be embarrassing at first but soon being the whore that you are you will find pleasure in it. I will keep your clothes locked up in my room until you decide you want to leave. Second, you will have to wear this at all times. There a bunch of different ones, but I warn you that most of them have been used.”

I remember looking over to what Kristie was holding, it was a butt plug and just thinking of wearing it all times made me a little hot.

“So what do you say? Will you join our family for now and see if you fit in with the rest of your kind or will you leave now never to return?”

I blinked a few times as I looked back towards the door before turning back to the girls, it was at this point that I realized my hands had moved on their own. I was taking off my own clothes one piece at a time until I was completely nude and handing my clothes to Kristie. Once she had all my clothes she told me to bend over and I did nervously. It was only then that I had for the first time had my own asshole licked even though it was just once.

She made me spread my butt cheeks to gain better access to my slutty asshole so she could shove this rather large butt plug into me. My whole body quivered as it slowly entered it’s new home and once it was in I was instructed to stand. It felt weird moving with this thing in me, but it was kind of satisfying at the same time.

“There that is a perfect fit! Now I’m going to take your clothes and put them in my room, if you want to leave ever just tell me. bursa escort bayan We will talk about when you can leave to visit your family, we wouldn’t want anyone to think you’ve gone missing. . . For now though, just enjoy what you really want. . . Girls, make sure our new slut gets what she wants. Cover her face with your asses, I will be back in a few hours.”

When Kristie was gone I remember becoming very nervous as all the girls stood and started coming closer to me. I was a little scared but more excited than anything especially when they started playing with my nipples and feeling the rest of my body. One of them knew what I wanted though and started moving the butt plug around causing me to bite my bottom lip. I didn’t want to moan in front of the rest of these girls.

I must have been pretty obvious with my struggle to hold back though because some of the girls giggled a little. They were reassuring though that everything would be fine. It was here that I had my first kiss with another woman, I felt her tongue swirl around mine as we exchanged spit. I loved this taste and feeling and soon found myself giving into this kiss. When she finally pulled away I opened my eyes and was pushed down onto my knees before her. I had a shaved pussy inches from my face, I could feel the heat from it and looked up nervously.

She laughed and said “you don’t really want that do you?” I glanced back down to her pussy for a second before watching her turn around and bend over. She asked if this was what I wanted and I just simply nodded as she spread her butt cheeks exposing her tight little butt hole. “Well what are you waiting for?” That is what she asked me after a moment of remaining still.

Those words flipped my switch and without hesitation I licked from the bottom of her pussy to the top of her ass crack taking all of her flavor. It was delicious and before I knew it I was teasing the entrance to her ass hole with my tongue. I was lost as I licked back and forth, her asshole was amazing, I could lick it everyday if given the chance. When I finally pushed my tongue into her butt hole she let out a moan and started saying things to me.

She called me a dirty ass licking bitch and told me that I was only good for cleaning other women’s assholes. She said I was the only bitch in the world who could so easily eat another woman’s asshole. It didn’t stop their either because the more and more I got lost in her butt, the more and more everyone spoke to me.

They instructed me to finger my pussy while I eat out her butt because that was what ass loving sluts like me did. I swear I came faster than I ever had through all of this. It was such a turn on to be treated like this, an ass loving whore who gets off from licking girls butts.

This went on until the girl I was eating was satisfied and turned around to have a taste of her ass on my tongue. It was the first time a girl has sucked on my tongue, especially after being in her ass for so long. Once she was done though I didn’t even get time to think before my head was pulled into another girls ass crack.

The smell was different and the taste was strong, but either way I did what I loved to do. I licked her ass crack clean with my tongue before diving tongue first into her butt hole. I was truly a bitch in heat at this point. The only thing I cared about was having my face smothered with these women’s assholes and that was all they wanted me to do.

This went on for hours being called an anal slut or a butt licking whore along with various other things. I didn’t care though, they could call me whatever they wanted because it was true. At this time I only cared about having my tongue buried in their asses.

By the time Kristie had gotten back I was still busy making out with another girls butt hole. I don’t even know how many times I had licked this one in particular, but I didn’t care it tasted great.

When Kristie instructed the girls to leave I was left on the floor breathing heavy and swaying back and forth slightly. I was fueled by pure ecstasy at this point and wanted more, the only thing I wanted right now was to dig into Kristie’s asshole. She was so beautiful and her ass was perfect, I couldn’t even imagine what it tasted like. She must have known this though because she could only giggle and ask if I wanted a taste.

Without even a hint of hesitation I nodded and crawled on all fours towards her. She smiled and unbuttoned her jeans before bending over and pulling them down just enough to expose her asshole. It was tight, clean, and perfect. I just wanted to have it, I needed it.

“Look at you, you’re such a horny slut right now you’re practically shaking. . . Do you really want to eat my butt hole that bad?”

I could only nod before she went down onto her knees and spread her own butt cheeks. My eyes focused only on the one thing I wanted and when she gave me the go ahead, I dug in. I must have licked her ass crack maybe four or five times slowly before getting to her butt hole. Everything tasted so good, I just couldn’t even imagine living without this. When I stuck my tongue inside of her finally I almost came. I had to have been eating the best asshole on the face of the earth.

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It was the kind of night when all you wanted to do was curl up on the sofa and watch a movie or read a romantic story. Outside the wind and the rain was pounding the house which was creaking and groaning like an old man trying to make a mad dash to the bathroom. But this house was, while very old, was solid and secure and nothing would damage it except perhaps a hurricane, but the building was several hundred miles inland and far from the paths of hurricanes. And that was the way Lacy liked it. She had grown up on the Louisiana coast and in her youth she had been through at least a dozen of the killer storms.

So upon finishing her PhD she moved inland, far from those kinds of storms. At the beginning of her final year of college she began researching where her new skills would take her and would she be able to find the kind of house she was looking for? Half way through her senior year she landed an interview at a promising company, except it was in a small town, that is, a population of about a hundred thousand souls. The job was as close to what she wanted and flying out for the interview cinched it for her. She’d do whatever she had to get the job, but on the return trip they hadn’t made a decision yet and she was becoming a nervous wreck hoping the job was hers. Right after the interview she spent a couple of days driving around the town looking for a house.

There were several houses for sale but almost all of them were either new construction or small and run down, neither of which she’d even consider. On the last day she stopped at a real estate office and talked to the agent who immediately became sympathetic to Lacy’s problem. Yes, she had the exact home that Lacy was looking for and getting in her car the two women drove some ten miles into the country. It was a lovely road, paved and lined with trees and they could hear the birds singing. There must have been a million of them and the symphony was magnificent. Already Lacy was in love with the place.

The house was at the end of a mile long lane lined with poplar trees on both sides. The real estate agent, Karen, said they were there as a wind break, same with the ones around the house. As them came out of the lane and onto the circular drive Lacy gasped. The house was an old victorian and the yard was landscaped, probably by a professional. The two-story building had all the requisite gingerbread lace and huge wrap around porch. Alighting from car they walked around the house, the back yard was also landscaped and beautiful. They had left a large expanse of grass but around it were stone and brick paths with flower beds and rock gardens. It was more than Lacy could hope for, but already her heart was sinking, she’d never be able to put a down payment on this place. Karen told her not to think about that yet. But that’s all Lacy could think about.

Karen opened the front door and Lacy nearly fainted, the front hall was right out of the Architectural Digest, it was beautiful. Karen said that all the fixtures were original but had been up-dated for electricity. There were window seats in unexpected places, and the built in book cases and cabinets were all of a dark wood. The kitchen still had the old icebox that lined one wall. The doors were of glass and they stood nearly six feet tall. Someone had re-done the plumbing so that they could run on electricity instead of ice. There was a huge fireplace in the kitchen that had once been the sole source for cooking and keeping the room warm.

The tour of the house took them nearly three hours, Lacy kept going back to look at different features. Finally, exhausted, she collapsed on a window seat in what was probably the sitting room.

“Well, are you totally in love?” Karen asked her.

“I can’t tell you how much!”

“As you can see it’s been sitting empty for some time now, but a little elbow grease and good soap, you can have it to rights soon enough.”

“Oh yes, I know, but right now all I can think of is will this job, if I get it, pay enough to afford this place?”

“Lets go back to the office and go over the paperwork, then you’ll have a better idea of what you can afford.”

And bursa escort so they returned to her office, chatting during the short drive, and once in the office Karen sat next to Lacy, hips touching, and she slowly and carefully went over the whole process. For Lacy it was somewhat disconcerting because Karen was constantly finding ways to touch her and her eye contact said more than Lacy was used to, at least coming from a woman. But by the time they finished the young woman was comfortable with the agent and accepted an invitation to dinner.

The town offered some excellent restaurants and Karen picked one that was small and cozy with dim lights and white tablecloths that fell to the floor. The table was small and intimate, not something Lacy would have chosen to bring even her most intimate girlfriend. The meal went on for nearly three hours which included two bottles of wine and the best food Lacy had ever eaten. When the bill came Karen insisted on paying the whole of it. “After all, this is considered a business dinner, so the company will pick up the tab. Very convenient!”

“Thank you so much. I can’t say when I’ve had a better meal, however the wine has left me a little light headed … or is it empty headed?” They laughed at her joke but as it turned out it wasn’t really a joke, Lacy was pretty unsteady on her legs and Karen held her arm as they left the building. Whether Lacy noticed or not she didn’t say anything or react when Karen’s hand or arm brushed against her breasts. Piling her into the front seat of her car, Karen managed it so that Lacy’s skirt rode to the top of her nylons and for just a moment she was able to touch the girl’s breast. Settled into the seat Karen helped her with her seatbelt, pressing her breast against the side of Lacy’s face. Neither one of them thought to pull Lacy’s skirt down to a more modest level.

As they drove Lacy would begin to nod off then moments later jerk herself up right but finally she dozed and hardly woke when the car stopped. In getting Lacy out of the car Karen got a bit more bold and while releasing the seatbelt she held Lacy’s left tit, feeling it’s firmness and squeezing the nipple through the thin blouse and bra. Lacy touched Karen’s hand but couldn’t seem to decide whether to remove it from her breast. But a second later Karen removed it herself and helped the girl out of the car, again, not bothering with the skirt.

In the house Lacy was close to passing out so Karen helped her upstairs and to her bedroom. She lay Lacy on the bed and began to undress her. She got the shoes off and then sliding her hands up the outside of Lacy’s legs she slowly made her way to the top of the nylons to open the snaps that held them up. One at a time she slowly peeled the stockings off then lowering the zipper she pulled off the skirt and the sight of Lacy’s thong and garter belt took her breath away. The thong had worked its way between Lacy’s pussy lips and it was that vision of loveliness the opened Karen’s own flood gates.

Not wanting to disturb that vision she sat on the bed at the girl’s shoulder and slowly opened the buttons of her blouse and when they were all open she pulled it back and lifting Lacy as gently as she could, she removed her blouse. Her bra was barely a cover, it was a half bra, black lace that matching the thong, and half her nipples were peeking over the top.

Standing, and while taking in every inch of Lacy’s near naked body, she removed her own clothes. Naked, she sat down on the bed and open the hooks of the garter belt and removed it. Breathing hard she stood at Lacy’s feet and leaning over she put her face within a breath’s width from the thong and inhaled deeply. The scent was far more intoxicating than anything she’d never smelled before. She put her fingers under the elastic band of the black lace thong and slowly and gently pulled it down and off.

Karen could feel her pussy juices running down her legs, she couldn’t remember ever getting this wet before. Right now all she wanted to do was to taste Lacy until they both had a mind-blowing orgasm. But not yet, this waiting was more delicious escort bursa that Karen had ever thought possible. With her knees on either side of Lacy’s head she got her hands behind the girl and gently opened the hooks of her bra and removed it. Her breasts were even more beautiful that she had imagined and all she wanted to do was suck on those nipples. Her pussy was dripping and it was a moment later that she realized that it was most likely dripping onto Lacy’s face. She looked down and sure enough, Lacy’s face was covered in pussy juice. Karen had all she could do to keep from laughing, instead she began to rub her pussy lips before she moved her fingers to her clit. She was already so close to cumming that she would have to go slowly because she wanted it last as long as possible. With the middle finger of her left hand she rubbed her clit and inserting the middle two fingers of her right hand into her pussy, she began to slowly fuck herself.

As much as she wanted it to last, it didn’t happen that way, within moments she was coming, moaning loudly, moving her hips back and forth in time with her fingers and she went from one smashing orgasm to another. Finished she bowed her head nearly to Lacy’s tummy and slowly got her breathing and shaking back to normal. When she could, she opened her eyes and looked between her legs. Her pussy juices were still flowing onto Lacy’s face and because of the volume it was also running down into her hair.

When the flow slowed Karen got up and went into the bathroom. She had to pee and she sat there wondering if it would ever stop. It finally did, but what with the pee and all that pussy juice she used nearly a half roll of toilet paper to dry herself. That wasn’t enough, she got a washcloth and running hot water over it, she cleaned herself again.

In the bedroom Lacy hadn’t moved and Karen stood near her feet and studied her pussy. It was shaved and the lips lay together making a sweet, narrow slit. This was the kind of pussy Karen loved to eat. The ones with the lips hanging down was, for her, a turnoff that she never understood. Of course you couldn’t ask women what their pussies looked like before you picked them up so you’d just have to take your chances.

Karen kneeled on the floor and spread Lacy’s legs wide apart. What a lovely pussy and slowly she leaned forward and as gently as she could she began licking the pussy. She didn’t want to wake the girl yet, she wanted to get her as close to an orgasm as possible before she woke. Karen had tried that before and on occasion she had managed to lick a pussy for as much as twenty minutes before her date woke up to a mide-blowing orgasm. The second the woman would wake, Karen would take her clit into her mouth and suck on if for dear life, the poor woman would be in the midst of waking, having an orgasm, and wondering what the hell was going on. Most women were fine with it, but a couple of time Karen was given a lot of abuse. Still, it was worth it when a woman would be cumming in her mouth and screaming like a banshee.

At the moment she had her tongue between Lacy’s lips and was slowly working it in and out of her cunt, not yet ready to attack her clit. Lacy, however, was beginning to move around, rolling her head back and forth. Also, her pussy was beginning to leak juices and that was what Karen was waiting for, nothing like pussy juices to coat the tongue and mouth!

And so she continued, going slow, occasionally backing off for a bit of a breather and to experiment with inserting her fingers into Lacy’s cunt. This girl was sleeping soundly, Karen was finger-fucking her just a little more vigorously than normally at this juncture, but it didn’t faze Lacy, she lay there perhaps dreaming of getting fucked by her boyfriend or girlfriend or whoever it was that she was willing to fuck her. Looking at her cunt it was plain to see that this was a pussy made for fucking, licking, and eating, and Karen was more than willing to entertain it for the rest of the night, and beyond. She’d have to make sure the girl came back to live even though she couldn’t do anything about the job, she could make sure she bursa escort bayan got the house.

It was becoming apparent that Lacy was about to wake up and now Karen threw all caution to the wind. She sucked Lacy’s clit into her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue while finger-fucking her fast and furious. Within a few moments Lacy’s hips rose up off the bed and she was screaming and pumping her pussy against Karen’s mouth and hand like a pile driving machine. She couldn’t stop cumming or shouting, and as long as she continued, Karen continued sucking her clit and fingering her.

When Lacy couldn’t take another orgasm, she pushed Karen away and rolled over on her side trying to catch her breath and to let the shaking go away. It took several minutes and all the time Karen was caressing Lacy’s body. As she did so Lacy was relaxing and it wasn’t long before she was asleep again. Karen smiled and gently got on the bed and spooned with Lacy and thus they both slept till well past sun-up.

Awake, Karen rose up on one elbow and feasted her eyes on Lacy’s body. She loved every inch of it and wondered if she couldn’t pull some strings so that she got the job in town. It wasn’t long before Karen had to make a dash to the bathroom to empty her bladder. After a night of drinking and sex there was something a little erotic about peeing the first thing in the morning. She didn’t think too much about it, she needed a shower.

Finished she dried off and drying her hair she went into the bedroom. Lacy was awake and by the look on her face she didn’t know where she was. When Karen came in, naked and drying her hair Lacy’s face got red, she rarely saw a naked woman outside the gym and this woman, it took her a few minutes to remember who she was, but she couldn’t think why she was laying naked on her bed. Pulling the blanket up, she covered her naked body and with a questioning look at Karen she wondered about this whole thing.

“Got a hangover?”

“Hum, more than that, I don’t know what I’m doing here, nor how I got here.”

“This is my house and after we looked at that property we went to dinner and then a couple drinks after. We got a little tipsy and ended up here. You were more or less passing out so I couldn’t let you drive.”

“Yes, but how did I get here, you know, and no clothes …?”

“Oh, I put you to bed and we played a little, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Played?”

“Yes, you know, with each other.”

“Oh … I’ve never don’t that before. You know, with a woman.”

“Well, you sure seemed to enjoy it. Have you noticed your hair and face? You’re actually covered with cum.”

Lacy touched her hair and face and yes, there was dry stuff there and smelling her fingers she knew Karen was telling the truth. For a few minutes she lay there wondering, trying to remember if she enjoyed it or not. This woman said she did, but if she was so drunk, how could she? She’d gotten completely drunk with men before and she didn’t remember those times either. But like now, she could feel their dried cum on her. When Karen returned to the bathroom Lacy put her fingers on her pussy, yes, there was dried cum there as well. And as a matter of fact it was already leaking again. She wondered if getting it on with a woman was making her hot. She’d have to think more about it.

Returning from the bathroom, “would you like to stay the weekend?”

“Um, no, I think I’d best go home, it seems I’ve a lot to think about.”

“Sure, I understand, just remember I’ll be happy to have you visit anytime you wish.”

“Thanks Karen. Might I use the shower now?”

“Sure, towels in the closet.”

In the shower Lacy couldn’t stop thinking about Karen’s nakedness, it was lovely and her pussy was shaved completely. Lacy had seen that a few times at the gym and she trimmed her’s but had yet to get a complete shave. And Karen’s tits were beautiful.

Lacy quickly finished her shower and got dressed. Karen drove her to the office so she could get her car. They shook hands and Lacy got in her car and drove off. She had to giggle, it would seem they were fucking like rabbits during the night and upon leaving they shook hands.

Unable to get the images, real and imagined from her head, Lacy slide her hand under her skirt and pulling her panties aside fingered herself for the next fifty miles, having several orgasms.

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This is a series of stories about the sexual awaking of a girl through progressively more intense encounters with her sexuality, and the people around her that want to take advantage of her. Her awakening involves her gradual and reluctant capitulation to her strong sexual urges. The story will progress through encounters from innocent, straight, lesbian, reluctant, entrapped, dominance, etc.

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This was a big move for this sheltered introvert. She had grown up in an all-girl boarding school that focused on religion, academics, and athletics. Jacey had been a stand-out in gymnastics and dance. At her graduation, her parents had surprisingly changed their minds about going through life cloistered in the East Coast establishment — and instead, decided they needed to experience a different life style on the West Coast. They were moving the family to a small surf town in Southern California. Her father was taking a teaching job at a small college, and instead of the Ivy League, Jacey would start college there.

Though a whirlwind of moving and getting settled, Jacey felt reasonably okay with the new surroundings. The West Coast weather was great, the beach was nice, the surf town atmosphere so different and easy going. Her enrollment in school was easy. But she did feel like an outsider not knowing anyone. Her father had pulled some minor strings, and gotten her quickly involved in extracurricular activities — the gymnastics and dance programs. Within a week, some of the girls in dance had convinced her to try out for cheerleading. Although she had never been a cheerleader, she was a natural for the acrobatic moves and ideal for the throws and pyramids.

Jacey was a “late bloomer.” She had never really realized how much of a late bloomer until she was around these California beach girls that had no problem showing off their bodies. Jacey had a petite 5’3, 102 pound dancer’s body, thin, toned, and beautiful. With her simple shoulder length brown hair, lack of make-up, and A cup chest, she seemed much younger than her new friends. So joining the cheerleading team was very exciting to Jacey in the sense that she felt like she had a new group of fun friends. But at the same time, she worried how she fit in with her new friends, and was still a bit shy around them. Most of the other girls knew each other from high school or being on the team for a year or two already.

And this is how Jacey found herself on this Friday evening after Cheerleading practice with a house full of girlfriends. The girls had decided on a team-building sleeper over at the house of the cheerleading captain, Jennifer Lowry. Eight of the twelve team members had dinner, then their planning meeting, and finally watched a scary movie together. Now they were all readying for bed, with sleeping bags and blankets being arranged, girls changing, laughing, joking around, and making trips to the bathroom.

Jacey thought that girls were a bit immodest at the beach, but this was an amazing sight before her. These California girls seemed perfectly comfortable prancing around darn near naked in front of each other. They seemed to take it as a badge of honor that they could look sexy going to bed in everything from Kerry’s thong and tank-top, Janice’s lacy teddy’s, Shannon’s fancy silk PJs, and Missy’s short-shorts and tight t-shirts. As Jacey changed in the bathroom, she was getting concerned that her big old t-shirt and flannel PJ pants were going to make her the ugly duckling.

As she re-entered the living room and plopped down on the couch, she felt the room grow quiet and all eyes turn towards her. She didn’t realize why until she noticed Jennifer was pointing at her and smiling.

“What?” Jacey said nervously.

“Oh come on,” Jennifer said almost laughing, “do you think it’s going to snow tonight? What’s with the flannel?” All the girls started laughing. “Come on Jacey, show off that little body. Want me to get you some real sleep wear?” Jennifer said throwing a pillow at her.

Jacey was mortified at the attention and teasing. Emotionally she threw the pillow back hard at Jennifer, hitting her in the face.

Jennifer’s playfulness evaporated instantly as a stern anger came over her face. The other girls joined in a playful “Oooohhhhh” at the showdown.

“Oh you want to play with me, huh Jacey” as Jennifer picked up a pillow and started to approach Jacey. Jacey wasn’t quite sure what to do and how this had suddenly turned so wrong. Beyond feeling like a scared kitten, she was frozen.

“Come on girls, let’s get her,” said Jennifer as the other girls squealed and the pillows began to fly. Jacey was simply curling up and defending herself from the onslaught of pillows as Jennifer bore down on her.

“Come on, open her up so I can whack her a good one back” Jennifer instructed, and Jacey felt the hands starting to seize her, dragging her off the couch.

Jacey was squirming and twisting to pull away, but the hands were pulling her arms and legs apart, leaving her open to pillows bursa escort womping her belly, back, and head. This went on for at least several minutes with the girls laughing and squealing as Jacey was able to pull limbs free briefly and was thrashing to break free. She started to plea for it to stop, but was caught between the urge to cry and laugh at the same time with all the excitement. Not only were the girls getting a good hold on restraining her, Jacey was starting to tire quickly.

“Okay, Okay, Okay, I’ve had enough, pleeeeese,” Jacey begged.

The pillows stopped, and a calm started to descend on the room as Jacey’s squirming settled down. Her lack of resistance allowed the girls to secure their grips and pin her limbs down. Jacey was now pinned on her back, a girl pinning each arm by her head, a girl sitting on each ankle keeping her legs taunt, her chest heaving with ragged breaths, her face flush, and hair a mess.

“So little girl, you’ve had enough?” Jennifer said as she stepped over Jacey’s stomach to straddle her. “What if I haven’t had enough?” she said with an evil smile as she lowed herself to sit astride Jacey’s stomach. “I’m the captain of the team, so I think I should decide when we’ve had enough, not some sweet little newbie we let onto the team to do our acrobatic tricks. I’m the boss, and you’re the…, the little toy. You get it?”

Jacey was stunned, she wasn’t sure if this was teasing or serious. She looked around at the other girls faces, and could see their smiles, but wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. Jennifer let the silence settle in the air and a wry smile come to her lips.

“Now my little toy, how should I teach you a lesson?” Jennifer leaned forward onto her hands, placing them on Jacey’s elbows, and looked searchingly over Jacey’s face and upper body. “Are you all out of fight for me little Jacey?”

Jacey squirmed and whined, “Come on, let me go. What do you want from me.”

“I don’t know, I think I want you to beg me to let you go, how about that?” Jennifer teased.

Jacey shot an angry look back at her. “Oh, there is a little fight in her. Maybe we get it out of her with a little of this.” Jennifer let her hands trail along Jacey’s arms while her friends held her tight. Her fingers traced to Jacey’s armpits and then started to tickle.

Jacey was hyper-ticklish and instantly bucked hard and tried to twist away. A panic began to set in. Her younger brother used to tickle her relentlessly. They would wrestle around wildly, she trying to get away and him trying to pin her. She hated it. But as she got older, she also became a bit troubled by it.

In the wild wrestling and thrashing, she could feel his body press against hers, often rubbing coarsely across her nipples. Often their thighs intertwined tightly and she could feel his crotch firming against her. And most troubling, when her privates were tight against his thigh or hips, she could feel herself grow warm between her legs, a sense of slight moisture emerge. She realized then that there was a certain slight swelling that occurred near the top of her pussy that sent deep pleasure sensations through her whenever their wrestling hit it just right. She also felt herself going weak in those moments. At that point she would nearly cry at the thought that he would detect her wetness and embarrass her to death.

He always seemed to sense when his playfulness had turned into her panic, and let her go. But he always chided her, “Geez sis, don’t be such a baby, we were just having fun.”

This contest with Jennifer was going terribly awry down this same path. Jacey was dead serious, she needed this to stop. She gritted her teeth and nearly yelled at Jennifer, “Noooo, you have to stop. SERIOUSLY!!”

Jennifer laughed, “You still think you are the boss?” And she began to tickle again. This time Jacey bucked so hard, Jennifer was thrown forward with her hands landing around Jacey’s face, her sandy blond hair hanging around her face. Their eyes locked, and Jennifer licked her lips and looked deeply into Jacey’s eyes — it was a different hungry look, which Jacey had never seen before. But it was a look known to the core of the human psyche, and Jacey realized it was pleasure and lust.

“Oh Jacey, that’s what I like. Resist, give us some fight. That’s what makes it fun.”

With that, Jennifer pushed her hips back so they were right across Jacey’s thin pelvis and hip bones to control her. This lowered Jennifer’s body down a bit, and Jacey could see Jennifer’s full, firm breasts swing in her tight tank top, and feel Jennifer’s pubic bone push down against Jacey’s flat abdomen.

“Okay, girls, tickle our little Jacey,” Jennifer commanded.

Suddenly, fingers danced across Jacey’s body like nothing she had ever experienced. There were hands on her underarms, ribs, knees, and thighs all at once. Fingers even grabbed her feet.

Jacey tried to buck and thrash but it was no use. She was whining and squealing, trying to form words and escort bursa beg them to stop. Within a minute she was starting to hyperventilate and rasp. She could feel her muscles twitching to fight, but all her strength was gone. Now she was just moving her mouth and pleading with her eyes, tears forming in the corners. The fingers slowed and Jennifer relented on her delicate ribs.

“Okay, girls. I didn’t hear her beg. She was too hysterical.”

They all laughed. Jennifer brushed Jacey’s hair out of her face and straightened up to admire her trapped prey. She scooted her hips back over Jacey’s hips and pulled Jacey’s shirt to straighten it. Jacey was catching her breath, when she noticed something had caught Jennifer’s eyes — Jennifer was staring at Jacey’s chest.

“Well isn’t that interesting girls,” Jennifer mewed. ” Here I thought our little toy didn’t like being tickled. But if I’m not mistaken, those nipples are about as hard as rocks right now.”

Jacey’s eye’s shot down to look at her own chest, and with Jennifer holding the materials down tightly, sure enough, Jacey’s nipples were thrusting upward against the material a good half inch. Jacey herself had never seen her nipples so erect. She was mortified; all eyes were locked on her nipples pressed into the stretched t-shirt fabric. Jacey groaned embarrassment and flexed the muscles of her body to turn away to no avail.

Jennifer leaned into Jacey, “I knew you should have worn something more sexy.” “So girls, what should we do to have some fun with this. Kerry, go get me some ice.”

Jacey tried to struggle again, and eventually rasped “Come on, this isn’t fair. Let me go.” Her eyes pleadingly searched the group for sympathy, and received only eager smiles back.

Kerry ran back with a few ice cubes in a glass, handing it to Jennifer.

“Okay, I want to see how much these can grow, they are already crazy hard” Jennifer giggled as her finger scooped a cube from the glass. She slowly lowered the cube to Jacey’s left nipple; Jacey futilely shook her chest to keep the ice away.

“Ahhh, her little boobies are so cute when she shakes them like that” Jennifer taunted and the other girls giggled.

Jacey could feel the tears welling up in her eyes from the humiliation. But as the ice made contact with her nipple, the pressure and sensation suddenly filled an aching in Jacey’s body she had not realized was there. She sucked in air through her teeth and whined in protest as Jennifer circled her nipple with the melting cube. A wet circle appeared in the fabric to reveal the detail of Jacey’s nipple as it seemed to surge forward.

A silence had fallen over the girls as they watched. As the torment continued, Jacey could hear the girls release their pent up breath after having been captivated by the site.

The ice pulled away, and Jacey was conflicted by relief and yearning for it to continue. She heard a new ice cube jingle in the glass, and waited for her right nipple to receive its treatment. She laid there holding her breath; eyes clenched shut, head turned away. As the ice cube made contact with her nipple, she felt her involuntarily raise her chest to meet it, and her hands and arms go limp. A second circle of wetness emerged around her swelling nipple.

Jacey whined quietly now. Fighting to keep her senses, she begged weakly “Please stop.”

Surprisingly it worked; Jennifer had pulled the ice away. Jacey turned to look up at the girls, relieved at first, but then more concerned than ever. Jennifer was positively gleaming now with a wicked looking smile, and the other girls seemed enthralled. Jennifer let the ice fall from her hand into the glass lazily.

“You’re right Jacey, I should stop.” She smiled at the other girls, and everyone seemed to adjust themselves, but not to release her.

“Jacey, I think you were actually enjoying that too much. The attention on your nipples wasn’t supposed to be for your fun. So maybe we need to do something else with them.”

Jacey started to squirm and protest again. And strangely, she became more aware of the bodies restraining her. The girls holding her legs had gotten more relaxed and she could feel their privates pushed right down on her ankles, and they felt warm from all the exertion, and their hands were a little too familiar up on Jacey’s thighs. The girls holding her arms had relaxed slightly too, their hands holding her more softly now, but still firm. And her captors looked so sexy floating over her, their own hard nipples emerging against their nighties.

At first, this softer side of the girls was reassuring, and then alarming to Jacey. She was NOT a lesbian, and her friends seemed like perverts now. But Jacey was alarmed by her own feelings, she could feel that familiar warmth and moisture growing in her privates and she was beginning to panic at the thought of that getting out of control.

“How about this Jacey, how about I give your big nipples a flick” Jennifer taunted. She lined up her circled bursa escort bayan finger and thumb and took aim at Jacey’s cold nipples. The girls squealed in excitement and laughter. Jacey started to struggle in earnest now, but the restraint returned, Jennifer put her hand and weight into Jacey’s chest to hold her still and took aim. The flick was well aimed and stung through her nipple like a searing needle.

“OOOoooowwww,” Jacey squealed and the tears welled up immediately in pain and panic.

But the jolt to her nipple seemed to also send a bolt of sensation down to her privates. Jacey could feel her privates warm and swell noticeably.

“How about this other one” Jennifer aimed and flicked the left nipple. Jacey thrashed around, and panicked at the sensation coursing through her privates. Jacey could feel her skin flushing with heat.

Kerry and Shannon started to appeal to Jennifer “Come on, that’s too much. That hurts.” Jennifer glared at them, and the other girls fell into silence.

“Who is the captain here?” Jennifer queried.

“You are” all the girls said quietly. And in that moment, Jennifer’s power became clear to Jacey.

“You are right girls, this is too much for our new friend. I shouldn’t torment her like this,” Jennifer cooed. “We need to take good care of our girl Jacey,” Jennifer said as she laid her palms over Jacey’s sore nipples. Jennifer pressed down firmly and started to move her palms in slow circles.

“It’s just that those nipples are so hot, and I think our little friend was actually enjoying it. Weren’t you Jacey?” Jacey struggled and whined, “Nooo, I don’t like it.”

“Oh come on now Jacey, we’re all friends here. It’s okay. You just don’t like to admit you’re a horny girl.”

All the girls snickered. Jacey felt Jennifer’s fingers start to circle around her small breasts as her chest heaved breathlessly.

“See girls, see how this seems to calm her…..I’ll bet she’s feeling all warm and tingly now,” Jennifer teased as her finger ran down Jacey’s taught stomach.

“Let’s have a look and see if she gets goose bumps.” Jennifer fingers hooked under Jacey’s t-shirt and started to raise it up her stomach.

“Look at that beautiful, flat stomach.”

Jacey wanted to struggle, but she was exhausted, embarrassed, and too relieved the attention to her nipples was over. But then she felt the shirt pushing over her small breasts, and her eyes shot open. Her small, firm A cup breasts were now exposed to all. She turned her head away and whimpered a small protest.

Jennifer traced a finger around the small mounds and then down the center of her chest, “These are so cute aren’t they.”

Jacey felt goose bumps tingle across her body and her nipple tighten again. “See girls, we aren’t hurting her, she likes this attention. I’ll bet we could tell how much Jacey likes this. I’ll bet our little toy is all warm down here.”

Jacey felt a finger trailing down her stomach past her belly button. And the panic took hold again.

“SERIOUSLY, Jennifer. This is bullshit! Stop IT,” Jacey blurted out as she started to thrash with the last of her strength.

Jennifer traced the top of Jacey’s exposed underwear, “Really Jacey, are you sure you want me to stop?”

There was a long silence as Jennifer continued to trace the top of Jacey’s underwear and tease across her hip bones. Jennifer looked at the girls holding Jacey’s legs, looked at Jacey’s flannel pajama bottoms, and then with a look and nod, the girls started pulling down the pajama bottoms.

Jacey, at the end of her strength, struggled weakly and whimpered, “This isn’t fair.”

She felt her body weak from the struggle but also from its yearning for release from the growing sexual ache within her.

With her pajama bottoms around her ankles, Jennifer tried to sooth Jacey, “We’re just going to see if you’re warm down here, that’s all” and her fingers started to trace over Jacey’s tight sports type underwear.

The fingers traced up over her mons, and then down to her thighs. With another look, the girls pushed Jacey’s weakened knees apart as Jennifer traced back up her thighs towards her most intimate parts — nobody had ever touched her like this before. Jennifer’s fingers dipped down near the back of Jacey’s thigh, and then along the curve of her exquisitely tight little butt. And then it happened, Jennifer’s finger traced up the center of the crotch of Jacey’s panties. The girls were transfixed. Jacey turned her head away, and tried to twist her hips away from the touch. Jennifer pressed her finger in firmly and slowly as she neared to top of Jacey’s cleft, and Jacey raised her hips to the touch, and sucked in a breath through her teeth.

Jennifer looked around at the other girls, “You see, she is all hot, and even a little moist. Our little toy is really hot and bothered by all this.”

Almost unconsciously, Shannon knelt down next to Jacey other hip and put her fingers across Jacey’s pantied crotch. She could feel the warmth, and looked down at Jacey’s face to watch as she pressed firmly into her panties. Jacey’s hips rose to meet the pressure, as she was mortified by her involuntary response. Shannon looked around at the other girls and smiled.

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Jo and Tina’s COVID Date Night

A feel good slice of life story in strange times.

*

Author’s Note

If you are a regular reader of my Mistress & Charlotte stories, you may already know the characters in this one, Jo and Tina, Natasha and Charlotte’s more domesticated friends.

For a condensed version of their relationship, Jo was the campus detective who helped Charlotte with a stalker in the story, Best Laid Plans, and made a reappearance in My Boyfriend’s Back (with ‘boyfriend’ being a euphemism for Charlotte’s stalker.) Tina is her partner.

You can read those stories if you like, but they are not required for this tale. This is simply a story about two women keeping the spark alive in the reality of modern times.

*

Jo and Tina’s COVID Date Night

Jo

“Where you off to, hon?” I asked Ana Maria, as she scooted by me carrying her bass in its black canvas gig bag, slung over her shoulder.

“Hey Mama Bear.” Ana Maria paused long enough to give me a quick squeeze and a brush on the cheek. “I thought you’d be working.”

I shook my head as I smiled. It was sweet, the nickname she gave me. Even though I wasn’t her biological mother, she had come to view Tina and me like her parents ever since we took her in.

“I’ve got a gig on campus,” she said. “Some students and alumni organized a fundraiser concert for COVID relief.”

I must have had my concerns written on my face, because she followed up with, “It’s a live stream, and don’t worry, we’re all standing six feet apart.”

Who could ask for a better daughter? Not I.

“Be careful, hon.”

“Always.”

And with that, my Ana Maria was gone.

I tip-toed down the hall and stuck my head into the doorway of our home office. “Did you know Ana Maria had a gig, babe?”

Tina turned from her laptop and gave me one of her famous looks that said nothing short of, ‘and where have you been all this time?’

She wrapped her hand around the cord of the earbuds lodged in her ears. “It’s on the family calendar. You do still look at your phone, don’t you?”

I stuck my tongue out at her as rudely as I could muster and then broke into a grin. “Funny,” I said, and then reached around to scratch the back of my neck. “I was thinking maybe we could take advantage of the alone time. Maybe have a date or something.”

Tina let go of the earbud cord, held up a finger, and then began talking.

That’s when I figured out it was the mic she had been covering. “Sorry, didn’t know you had a conference call,” I whispered, and turned to leave her in peace.

Before I left, she caught my eye and mouthed the word ‘yes’ and then ‘date’ and topped it off with a big thumbs-up.

I closed the door as quietly as I could.

* * *

I flicked through the directory on my phone. Contrary to what Tina may think, I did still keep it with me. There it was, our favorite Chinese restaurant.

“Hi,” I said, “are you guys still doing delivery? … Great, I’d like to put in an order … pre-pay by credit card? Yeah, I can do that.”

I dug around in my pockets. “I’ll take the dinner for two. … Hold on, make that the family special.”

I figured Ana Maria might be hungry when she got home. Lord knows, I’d never be one to pass up leftover fried rice. “… Yep. Thirty minutes? Okay, thanks.”

I hung up.

On a whim, I searched for the number of the local florist. “Hey, you’re there,” I said. “… no, just surprised. … Special? I like the sound of that. I’ll be right over.”

The florist was running an honor system deal on a dozen roses. Pick up the pre-wrapped flowers, drop your bursa escort money in the box and never set foot in the store. Pretty ingenious, if you ask me.

I looked at the time on my phone. If I jogged, I’d make it before the food got here.

“Tina, honey,” I popped my head in the doorway again. “I’m going out for a few minutes. Be right back.”

“Be safe.”

“Always, babe.”

* * *

It’s not as easy to jog with a dozen roses as I had envisioned. Mostly, it’s due to the pricklies and not being able to squeeze the stems too tightly without risking laceration. As a result, my phone buzzed a block from home with a text to tell me dinner was waiting on my doorstep.

I set the family dinner on the kitchen counter next to the stove, somehow thinking that would keep it warmer. Iquickly filled a vase with water and roses, and trotted down the hall for a quick shower. Passing by the office door, I saw Tina was still bathed in the eerie glow of her laptop screen.

* * *

After the quickest shower since I was in the service, I emerged, still toweling my hair to find Tina inside the bathroom sporting a lecherous grin.

“I thought I might join you, but you were too quick.”

I shrugged. “Didn’t want the food to get cold.”

Tina pulled the towel from my hands, wrapped it around my shoulders, and pulled me in tight for a kiss. After a brief battle of tongues, she held me at arms length, looking me up and down, and said, “I’m debating on if I should let you get dressed.”

We stood making goo-goo eyes at each other while Tina dragged her finger up and down my stomach, damn close to dangerous territory on a couple of the runs.

“I’ve decided you may have a robe,” she said.

“You’ve decided, huh?”

Tina pushed herself up on her toes and leaned in until her lips were perched about an inch from my ear. “Yep,” she whispered.

“It smells wonderful, by the way.” Tina pulled me toward the kitchen, her pinky linked in mine, while I still struggled with the tie on my robe. I think that was the point.

“Wow, Jo, who else is coming to dinner,” Tina said as she began unpacking and arranging the little waxed cartons.

“Leftovers for Ana Maria. Plus, I figure the restaurant could use the business.”

“Always looking out for everybody, aren’t you.” Tina turned her attention to the vase. “Thank you for the roses. Is that where you went running off to?”

I shrugged and grinned.

“It’s very sweet.” Tina had slipped her hands inside my robe. I could feel it loosening as she encircled me with her arms. I shivered, but not from cold. It had just been a while.

“And if I said I wanted you for an appetizer?” Tina knocked my robe off one shoulder and proceeded to write her name on my skin with her tongue. At least that’s what it felt like to me. She sealed it with an open mouth kiss and a shudder from me.

“I don’t want you to starve,” Tina said, and smirked at me while cinching me up again.

“I think I could manage.” But then I watched her pulling spoons from the drawer and ladling wanton soup.

She stopped to sniff the roses and handed me a warm bowl. “I want you to have all your strength.”

“Babe.”

Tina was on the gymnastics team in her college years. I’m in pretty good shape myself, but she wasn’t kidding. Some of the things she can do. I needed my strength. I shuddered again.

* * *

Dinner was a prolonged dance of innuendo and double entendres. Eventually, it reached a head.

“I’m putting the leftovers away,” I announced, standing up.

“Don’t you want to read your fortune cookie?”

“Seriously, babe?”

She cracked one open. “It says here that escort bursa ‘Very soon, you will experience a glorious evening the woman of your dreams.'”

“Michelle Rodriguez is coming to visit?”

That earned me a hard smack on the shoulder.

“Ow.”

I didn’t get much sympathy.

“And you were doing so well up to now,” Tina teased, while she slipped my robe off both shoulders and tugged at the tie.

And while my robe lay in a puddle at my feet, Tina jumped up, hands circled around my neck and thighs clamped just above my hips. She let go of my neck and leaned herself so far back, her hair was trailing out and nearly touching the floor. While I struggled to maintain my footing, Tina slipped out of her T-shirt and pulled herself back up.

“Can Michelle do that?” she asked, while unfastening her bra and letting it dangle in my peripheral vision.

“Michelle who?”

“Good answer.” Tina had her arms around my neck again and her tongue pressing at my lips, seeking entrance.

My silent reply was to step out of the circle of my robe and stumble toward the living room couch, all while Tina attacked me with her lips and tongue. When she finally came up for air, I asked if this meant no Netflix and chill.

Instead of a smack, I got teeth for that remark. Tina sunk her bite into my shoulder while her tongue swirled around painting runes to ward off any further smart-ass remarks. It was remarkably effective.

When the front of my thighs hit the arm of the couch, I threw Tina down to land with her shoulders in the cushions. Holding her ankles in my grip, I proceeded to tug at the cuffs of her jeans while she popped the button and took care of the zipper.

I gazed at the gorgeous woman staring up at me wearing only a pair of white cotton panties and a grin a mile wide. Her cute little tummy was rising and falling more rapidly as I tipped forward toward her. I leaned in and traced out the line just above her waistband with the tip of my tongue.

Tina shivered.

I clamped the elastic encircling her waist between my teeth and gave a little tug. I exhaled a long, languid breath as I felt the warmth of Tina’s legs clamping around my shoulders and pulling me in closer. She arched her back and canted her hips to close the distance.

I lowered my mouth and my next exhale moistened the cotton as my lips sealed around the outline of her mound. I felt her legs tightening and took a deep breath, inhaling her musky scent.

“A little help?” I said, and Tina was there in a flash, with her hands dragging her underpants off of her hips. My heart was thudding like a teenager in the backseat of her parents’ car on prom night. The heat of my breath bounced from Tina’s flushed folds and fogged the skin of my cheeks.

I extended my tongue, pushing it into a stiff point, and started with a long slow journey. My route included parting her swollen lips and ended with me writing my initials on her clit. By the time I was done, Tina had nearly knocked me teeth out of my head and then slid onto the floor. I smacked my lips, letting her know I enjoyed her taste, and dismounted the arm of the couch to find her again.

I ran my tongue over the inside of her thigh while she shuddered, gripping her hips and trying to get her butt back on the couch. She wasn’t much help and mostly just squirmed and did this cute little hitching breath thing as I moved my tongue higher.

“It’s been too long,” I mumbled, as I paused to take in her glistening sex. “Entirely… too long.”

Tina moaned her agreement.

I began swirling my tongue, taking a long and circuitous route over the skin of Tina’s inner thigh. I felt a hand in my hair, urging bursa escort bayan me on, while she bucked her hips, nearly sliding off the couch again. I figured I had teased long enough.

I pressed my tongue deep between her folds, pulling forth as much of her nectar as I could, while at the same time moving my right hand off her hip to part her with my index finger. She seemed happy with this new arrangement, and I grinned while she panted underneath me.

Words like, “Mmm, yes,” and “Oh, right there,” filtered down from above me, serving to spur me on. I spent a good long time listening to words like that. It was when her dialog became more course and I felt the weight of her thighs on my shoulders that I knew she was close.

“Goddamnit, Jo. Unggh!” Tina’s hips jerked underneath me.

I looked up and grinned. “Yes, dear?”

“Mmmmmnnnnn!”

“Yes, dear.”

I sent my tongue darting, and my fingers pressing, as Tina tried to convey her needs through an ever louder series of grunts and moans.

“Yes, dear,” I repeated and smirked. Then I got down to work. Tina’s hot and tangy taste let me know that she liked the direction we were going, even if her command of the English language had failed her.

Tina arched her back, in a way that only a former gymnast can, driving her pelvis into my face and clamping down with her thighs. And for a moment, with my face covered in her flesh, all I could hear was the pounding of my own pulse and the muted cries of the woman underneath me.

I redoubled my efforts and she began to come apart.

Her fingers in my hair, her thighs sticking to my cheeks, and the stink of sex in the air, it all served to spur me on, as the woman I loved finally found her faculties enough to form one word. And that word was my name.

Tina arched, and spasmed, and screamed my name, while I scooped up her gorgeous ass in both hands and brought her closer to the peak.

“Arrunnnggh,” was her animal cry.

And then she was spent. I teased her with my tongue on her thigh, but she just shook and pulled away. I grinned. I had teased her long enough before sending her over the cliff that she was drained completely.

Tina tugged at my arm, coaxing me up to lie with her. “Thank you,” she whispered, with perhaps the silliest, cheese-eating grin plastered over her face. “Let me do you now.”

“In a little while, babe. Is that okay? You look like… well…” I snickered. “You look a little bit like you’re going to die.”

That got me another smack on the shoulder, the second one of the evening, but with much less effort behind it than the first.

“Is Ana Maria’s benefit concert on the university cable channel?” Tina asked, as she pressed her warmth into me, there on our living room couch.

“I think so.”

Tina reached for the remote. “You mind if we watch?”

“As long as you’re not planning to get dressed.”

Tina twisted her head around to face me. “Never.”

I got a nice peck on the lips.

Reaching behind me, I pulled the quilted throw over us and snuggled up to spoon the wonderful woman lying in front of me.

“You comfortable?” she asked.

“Mmm-hmm.”

On the screen, the band was giving it their all. In the lower right corner was the amount of money they had raised so far from call-in donations—an impressive sum.

After showing the whole band for a while, the camera operator panned around for tight shots on each of the musicians as they soloed. When it was Ana Maria’s turn to be featured, Tina found my hand and laced her fingers in with mine.

“She really is a great kid, isn’t she?” Tina said.

“Couldn’t ask for a better daughter.” I pulled our linked hands to my mouth and planted a kiss on the back of Tina’s. “Though it is nice to have her leave the house once in a while.”

*

The End

*

Afterword

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We had a deal. Well, she had a deal and I had to deal with it. Which meant that it was a challenge, and I am always up for a challenge.

The deal was that I was not allowed in any way to seduce her until she had finished the paper she was writing for class the next day. Understandable. A student has to get things done–and let the record show I would have been completely content sitting and reading some dirty magazine while she worked, but she had to do the stipulation thing, and I have always had problems with authority.

Plus, I had a myriad of factors urging me in the direction of seduction. Let me list for you a few of those things now:

. She has the whole sexy college student and wearing naughty underwear thing going on.

. She is wearing naughty underwear.

. The reason I know she is wearing naughty underwear is because she is doing her homework in nothing but a tight white shirt and naughty underwear–which in lesbian talk means fuck me while I’m trying to do my homework. Obviously.

There is just something about papers and books and other office supplies that really turn me on. So there she is. Sitting on the couch surrounded by books and other educational paraphernalia and I just want to fuck her for it.

I keep looking up over the book that I’m supposed to be reading, looking for some sign that she won’t be mad at me for the next week if I launch some major distraction. I really get no sign of yes or no from her–risk analysis is over. The consequences have been weighed. The mission begins now.

I had to create a diversion–it would be too obvious if I just got up from where I was sitting and sat next to her on the couch. The kitchen. It was flawless. I get up and the mission has officially started.

“Want anything to drink, baby?”

“No, I’m fine,” she said, “I can see your right ass cheek, though.”

I happened to also be in panties. This should go fairly smoothly, right?

I poured myself a glass of water and with my book sat down in the most unassuming, nonchalant way possible. Set down the water, opened to the fake page I was reading and sat. Patience is a virtue, being horny is its fatal flaw.

I bursa escort leaned over and kissed her neck.

She looked over the top of her glasses at me, “We’ve already talked about this.”

I smiled, “I will have you begging me, within the next fifteen minutes.”

“Kiss my ass,” she said as she went back to her paper.

“That’s a start,” I said under my breath.

I kissed her again, right behind her ear. I got a sharp elbow in my ribs.

“I’m fucking serious, Anne.” She said, but she smiled when she looked back at her American Literary Works 1800-1950 book.

That smile, was a window. A door. A glimmer of hope.

I got up, “I’m sorry baby, I know you have to get this done. I’ll leave you alone.” I turned and left the room, heading for the toolbox in the utility closet that was in the back bedroom. Duct tape. I needed it. It’s a little rough by itself, but if you stick bandana folded longwise over the first section your pretty much set.

So, I did, and I headed back into the living room without hesitation. Her hands were already pretty close together as she was keeping her place in the book with one hand and making notes in the margin with the other. With one calculated move I had her wrists successfully wrapped in a tight binding of duct tape.

“Are you kidding me?” She said.

I took her glasses off of her face and pushed the books onto the floor.

“13 minutes, Nicole. You’ll be begging.” I said looking her right in the eyes.

I pulled her down off the couch an onto her scattered papers on the floor.

“Anne, for Christ’s sake. This is not funny.” She sounded like she meant it.

I pushed her onto her back, and forced her bound wrists above her head, taping them around the leg of the coffee table. I pulled her shirt up a tiny bit, exposing her hip bones, of which I can never resist kissing. So I did. I kissed them and her hips twisted with a mixture of protest and enjoyment.

“10 minutes, Nic.” I said.

“Let me go–ohmygod.” She took a sharp breath.

I had moved down and kissed the inside of her thigh–exhaling my warm breath between her thighs. I moved back up her body, grazing her escort bursa cunt with my lips gently as I went by. I took her shirt in my teeth and pulled it up past her breasts and kissed her neck. I moved to her mouth and let her kiss me, teasing her by pulling away too soon.

“My paper is due at 8 a.m., baby, I really can’t do this right now.” She forced.

I moved to her breasts. They were small and perfect and her nipples were always hard. I took her left nipple into my mouth and ran my tongue over it quickly, reminding her body of what I could do to her clit. I ran my hand down the length of her body, stopping to put pressure on her pussy.

“7 minutes, baby, still mad at me?” I asked.

“Shut up.” She said quickly.

“These are mine.” I smiled sitting up and pulling her panties down from her waist.

I ran my index finger up the slit of her pussy while I moved towards her mouth for another kiss. She kissed me back with a little bit of hurried desperation as if I had been gone too long.

“You’re a little wet for an English paper.” I said.

I pushed her legs apart and laid down in front of her open cunt. She moaned quitely turning her head to hide it. I kissed her thighs and teased her with my mouth, coming close and pulling away as she would raise her hips to my face. I did this over and over, exhaling and moaning warm breath over her anxious pussy. Slowly I began letting her have little more, gently grazing my tongue across her swollen clit as her hips raised off the floor.

She was breathing heavily, raising her hips off the ground, offering herself to my tongue and fingers.

“Want me to stop, Nic?” I asked and ran my tongue over her clit quickly.

She paused, “No,” she exhaled.

“You can wait 5 minutes and prove me wrong.” I smiled, pushing my tongue deeper into her wet pussy. She rolled her hips as I moved my tongue quick and light over her clit. She tensed and moaned, scooting the coffee table as she twisted with pleasure.

I stayed there, adding gentle pressure to the speed of my tongue. I placed two fingers just outside of her throbbing cunt, teasing her wet core.

“I don’t want to wait 5 minutes, bursa escort bayan Anne,” she breathed.

“Want me to fuck you, baby?” I asked moving my fingers to just barely inside of her and drawing them back out. Teasing her wet pussy, keeping her just on the verge of being fucked like never before.

She breathed heavily and anxiously. Drawing sharp breaths and rocking her begging hips.

“Yes,” she exhaled.

“Nic, you want me to fuck you?” I said louder, wanting a real answer.

“Yes, baby,” she moaned.

I sucked her clit and moved my tongue, continuing to tease her by circling my fingers around her soaking cunt.

“I want you to fuck me, baby.” She said loudly rocking her hips.

The picture frames on the coffee table fell over as she began to struggle with the desire to cum.

“I want to know you fucking mean it!” I demanded, completely stopping all contact with her throbbing pussy.

She yelled, “Fuck me. Please baby, I need you to fuck me!”

“I win.” I said as I pushed three fingers deep inside of her. My tongue moved fast and hard on her swollen clit as I pushed in and out of her. She rocked her hips in the same rhythm as my hand fucking her as her literature book fell off the table with the phone.

She was loudly begging me not to stop as I could feel her wetness start to drip down my chin. She was soaked and breathing hard, yelling as she exhaled.

“Baby, I’m going to cum! Please don’t stop baby. I’m going to cum so hard.” She pleaded.

I was soaking through my panties as I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, her hips rocking fast and hard.

“I’m cumming baby,” she gasped through her rapid breaths.

She screamed her exhaled breaths as she came, pushing back hard on my hand.

Her hips and thighs shook violently as she screamed through her breaths. Her face was red and her hair was nearly comedic. The table was scooting closer with every spasm of her body until finally she stopped, sweaty and spent.

I pulled my drench fingers out of her pussy as she moaned. I crawled over her reaching inside the drawer of the coffee table pulling out the old scissors. I cut the tape down the middle.

“Good luck with your paper. Page six is a little wet.”

She was still breathing hard as I kissed her cheek with my sopping wet chin and mouth. I got up and left the room smiling as she lay in a mess of papers and books.

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Seven times the moon had shone its subdued, borrowed light from the sun since Yahminah and Jaffa had been stolen from their homes in Egypt and Nubia to be sold in an Athens’ slave market to a Muslim woman named Adara. She was the sister to Johara, the favored wife of Sultan Abdul – Khareen in Istanbul, Turkey, to whom the Sultan had given her the position of overseer of his hareem of fifty wives and 365 concubines.

Adara had outbid everyone at the Athenian market plaza who had come to buy slaves and especially for the beautiful, young women Jaffa and Yahminah, outbidding a balding, heavyset man who had offered 40,000 drachmas by doubling it to 80,000 drachmas in the name of the Sultan Abdul – Kareen, but, in truth, she had bought them for herself. As the sister of the Sultana Johara and Overseer and Protector of the hareem, Adara had the authority and permission to make such deals. The Sultan had bestowed upon her this high position himself that was quite out of the ordinary since women had no such place or authority in Islamic society; however, he could not refuse his wife Johara anything for which she asked.

For young girls of eighteen, Yahminah and Jaffa were exposed to many things for which they had little or no experience, and being sold as slaves was just one of them. They were also not experienced in anything sexual except masturbating to bring relief to their sexual needs, so it came as a rude awakening for both when they were given pelvic exams in Athens to confirm they were, in fact, virgins, after which the physician Galen and his mid-wife Maia performed cunnilingus on their sweet, virgin pussies that had never been licked by a tongue before then.

However, the most sexual experiences they had in that one day happened during their sailing to Turkey. They had lesbian sex with Adara who had them go down on her and eat her pussy until she shot her cum all over their youthful faces, after which she returned the favor by eating out Yahminah’s and Jaffa’s delicious pussies to orgasm, giving them their first taste of lesbian love.

Their sexual nervousness, however, was not made better by the time they were taken to the rooms of the hareem where they, Adara, and Johara, her sister, the Sultana, enjoyed a foursome in the beauty of the palatial, large room made especially for the wives and concubines of the Sultan.

Yahminah and Jaffa who had been given a luxurious suite of rooms to share talked much about their adventures and all that had happened to them. They also wondered what more would befall their young lives.

They definitely weren’t mistreated in anyway. In fact, all the women who saw Yahminah and Jaffa were Adara’s favorites went out of their way to please them, trying to communicate with them through hand gestures but speaking their language so they would become familiar with it as time went by.

Adara had told them they would not be burdened by studies in their ways by language. They would learn these things by using their language and customs every day, both by listening and by speaking it. She told them immersing themselves in all that was Turkish within Islamic traditions would help them greatly to adapt to their new lives more quickly.

“Talking with one another will also be a great advantage to your learning the ways and speech of our country. To learn a new language requires Practice. Practice. Practice. Soon your mistakes will be no more, and you will be just like all the rest,” said Adara, putting her arms around each and giving them a loving hug.

They in turn hugged Adara back because they, too, had learned to love her, not just sexually but for who and what she was.

There was one question, however, the two often talked about in the quiet of their beautiful lounge room whose floor was laid with white marble and had a beautiful ornate Persian rug with peacocks, flowers, pomegranates, and intricate patterns, and beautiful tapestries with figures of women making love in all kinds of poses hung on the walls. They were very erotic and sexually stimulating.

Their bedroom was much the same as far as the décor was concerned; however, one couldn’t help notice the very large poster bed in the center of the room that was omnipresent and touched no wall. It was made of the finest African ebony wood, and both the headboard and footboard had intricately carved women in various Sapphic poses. The tapered bedposts were tall enough for a woman of medium height to stand without having her hair touch the fine, shear curtains that covered the top and hung down on all four sides with slits on the sides that allowed the girls to get in and out of bed. The four bedposts were joined by a rectangular frame upon which were gold minarets.

There was an arched doorway on the East wall through which Yahminah and Jaffa could go and pray the Salat, their morning prayer, with the rising of the sun. It also afforded them with beautiful sunrises as well as cooling breezes.

An anteroom before the bath was unique unto itself. It bursa escort had blue tiled floor, white walls, and gold leaf molding where the ceiling and walls meet. There were two gold-edged mirrors, one on each side above two ebony dressers with carvings of goddesses.

This room led to a large walk-in bathroom, and in it were two of everything, extra-large porcelain tubs into which there were three steps to the bottom and dolphins at each corner. From their mouths water flowed to fill the tubs. In the middle of one side of the tubs were special heads with small holes that caused the water to surge out fast and hard, and the heads were attached to long, flexible hoses that reached anywhere in the bathtub.

The girls had no idea what the hoses with the special head-of-many-holes were for, but one day they bravely asked one of the girls with whom they had made friends if she would tell them. She was Egyptian, and her name was Nihanda, meaning “hardiness,” When they had asked her about the hoses, she burst out laughing. However, she drew them aside and quietly told them the hoses with the special heads were used to squirt water onto ones pussy if one got horny and wanted to have an orgasm.

“The water pressure stimulates the clit wonderfully well,” she smiled. “Believe me, it can really make you cum. Every time you use it. That’s the power of water,” she laughed as she walked away still chuckling to herself at the naivety of Yahminah and Jaffa.

It was on the very eve of their rite of giving the gift of their virginity that Nihanda had told them about the unusual use of the hoses with the special heads with many holes in them, and this information caused Jaffa and Yahminah to look forward getting bathed before going to bed. The idea burned in their sexual curiosity for themselves and for each other throughout the day.

However, the hours passed, and they retired to their rooms for the night. Yahminah and Jaffa excitedly removed their clothing. In their girlish excitement, Jaffa and Yahminah touched one another that made them giggle. When they got to the bath, Jaffa turned on the water of one bath since they were going to share, and the two watched it fill up as the water squirted out of the mouths of the four dolphins.

Yahminah looked at Jaffa, and in a little girlish way, asked, “Are you ready?”

Jaffa reached out and grabbed Yahminah’s hand as she stepped down onto the first step and continued down the three steps into the water. Yahminah followed her lead. When they reached the same level, Jaffa turned and faced Yahminah. Taking her by surprise, Jaffa drew Yahminah into her arms and bent her head and kissed her, prying her tongue between Yahminah’s lips.

Yahminah accepted Jaffa’s advances and opened her lips for Jaffa so she could put her tongue into her waiting and willing mouth. Both girls got lost in their lovers’ embrace that lasted for some time while each kissed, sucked, and licked the other’s lips. In their kissing frenzy, both girls took the other’s face between her hands and pressed her lips passionately together, each gasping for breath in between the movements of their mouths.

While still kissing, Yahminah and Jaffa let their hands wander all over the other’s body, feeling the other’s back, massaging her breasts, cupping her ass with her hands, and feeling between her legs where her fingers, exploring each other’s velvet smooth vulva.

Their passion and fondling of one another became so intense Yahminah and Jaffa pressed their entire bodies against one another, feeling breasts against breasts and pussy against pussy.

They both were intense in sharing their sexual-nature of themselves with wanton abandonment, but finally the two broke their exciting caressing, each one panting so hard their breasts rose and fell with each breath they took.

When they had their breathing under control, they parted and looked intently into each other’s eyes, and with their looks they spoke words of intense feeling and emotion.

Jaffa said, “Yahminah, I love you. You have become so very important to me. I don’t think I would have survived all that happened to us if I didn’t have you with me.”

Yahminah, looking backing lovingly at Jaffa, replied, “And I love you, Jaffa. What you just said is so true. We were at first tied together by rope, but now we are bound together by love. And for that I am so happy and thank the Goddess Artemis.”

Yahminah drew Jaffa to her once more for a lover’s embrace, but then she said somewhat lasciviously, “Let’s get our bath and see how the hose works.”

The water had filled the large bath by now, so Jaffa bent down and turned it off, and then the two submerged their tender bodies underneath the water, coming up with water dripping from their skin. Droplets of water clung to Yahminah’s tight, braided hair still held decorated with colorful beads. Jaffa’s hair on the other hand, while having been cut shorter than it had been, was still matted to her forehead and dripped water onto bursa escort bayan the back of her neck. It wouldn’t be long, however, when both girls would have their hair cut short and any body hair removed either by shaving or using a special cream made of beeswax.

Yahminah had gotten soap made of vegetable oils, a binding chemical, and aromatics such as thyme and came over to Jaffa.

“Here, Love, let me soap you down and wash your body, and then you can do mine,” Yahminah said as she began to wash Jaffa’s hair with aloe and lavender. When she was finished, Jaffa sat down in the water to rinse her hair and body, and then she came back up. She then did the same for Yahminah.

When their bath was finished, Jaffa asked Yahminah, “Should we now use that hose with the special head with all those holes, the one Nihanda told us about when she explained its use?”

Looking sheepishly, Yahminah said, “It’s something neither one of us has done, Jaffa, but I think we at least ought to try it to see if what Nihanda said is true. Don’t you?

“Yes, I think we should try it at least once so we know what it feels like,” answered Jaffa.

Thus, the two girls went to the center of the far side of the bath away from the entrance where the hose was coiled on a form shaped like an octopus. The unusual head of the hose hung on the pointed beak of the octopus’ mouth. Jaffa took the head in her hand and uncoiled the hose. There was a handle on the side that one turned to let the water come out.

“Are we ready, Yahminah?” asked Jaffa.

“Yes, I guess so, and I must admit, it makes my pussy tingle just thinking about how it might feel. Yours?” replied Yahminah.

“Yes, mine, too. So who goes first?” Jaffa asked.

Yahminah shrugged her shoulders, not knowing what to say.

However, Jaffa said, “Well, since I already have the hose in my hand, you be first, and I’ll squirt water onto your pussy, and you can tell me how it feels and what to do. Is that all right with you?”

“I guess so, Jaffa,” answered Yahminah.

“Then get up onto the top of the bath and sit on the edge with your legs opened so I have a clear shot at your pussy,” said Jaffa.

As Yahminah did this, Jaffa turned the handle, and immediately the hose became taught from the water pressure and danced almost out of her hand.

“Oh my, this is like handling a large snake, Yahminah,” Jaffa said surprisingly as she watched the water shoot out in tiny streams through each of the holes in the special head.

Her first thought was how it was going to feel when squirted on hers and Yahminah’s pussies.

“However, with Yahminah going first, I’ll get to know from her what it feels like,” she thought to herself.

Nevertheless, to get some idea of what it might feel like, Jaffa aimed the head at the palm of her hand and immediately felt as if a swarm of bees were stinging it.

“Oh, my,” Jaffa thought,” what is this going to feel like on our pussies?”

Yahminah, too, watched with more than interest at the water squirting out forcefully from the special head Jaffa held in her hand, and she was just about to change her mind when Jaffa said, “Well, Yahminah, I guess now is the time. You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Yahminah answered, and she braced herself for the unknown sensation of the water hitting her pussy.

Jaffa raised the hose and aimed the streaming water between Yahminah’s legs, beginning inside her thighs and working up to her pussy. When the water first hit Yahminah’s sensitive parts, she raised her ass off the tiled edge of the tub so shocked was she by the intensity of the water under pressure on her pussy.

“Oh, Jaffa, the pressure of the water against my pussy is so forceful, and yet once getting over the initial shock it is so stimulating, especially on my clitoris,” Yahminah hissed as she squirmed with delight.

“Well, then,” answered Jaffa, “I shall concentrate the water onto your aroused clit.”

Jaffa brought the head of the hose towards Yahminah’s clit and aimed it right on it. The head had a lip on it so it could actually cover a woman’s clit, the water making direct contact with her most sexually sensitive spot on her body. At the same time Jaffa found a dial that let one regulate the amount of water pressure and the intensity a woman would want at any time, changing the pressure from mild to exquisite.

The water hit Yahminah’s clit with such force that thousands of sexual sensations all came together at that very small, excited organ.

“Oh, Jaffa, the pressure. It’s like having a mouth sucking my clit as hard as it can, and the feeling is so intense, I am about to cum already.”

Jaffa thought it came really fast, but then it wasn’t she whose clit was being inundated with the water.

“Ohhhhhhhh, god. May Allah be praised, Jaffa. I’m cumming! And cumming! Without end it seems.”

Jaffa once more was astounded at the short time it took to put the water hose on Yahmina’s clit escort bursa from the time she had her orgasm.

However, she recalled Nihanda’s words, “Believe me. It can really make you cum!”

“Oh, Jaffa, take it away. Take it away. My clit is so sensitive it actually is too much right now. Take my word for it. You’ll find out when you use it,” Yahminah said.

Jaffa pulled the hose away from Yahminah and looked at her. She was now lying down on the tile floor, breathing deeply as Jaffa saw by the rise and fall of her beautiful, black breasts topped by her dark areolas and turgid nipples.

Minutes passed before Yahminah was in control of her inner feelings and outward composure for her to sit up.

“You are in for a treat, Jaffa. Believe me,” Yahminah said emphatically. “So now it’s your turn to get up here and let me give you ‘the hose treatment’ or should I say ‘hose treat’?”

Before Jaffa moved, she said to Yahminah, “See this dial here on the side of the head of the hose?”

“Yessss.”

“Well, just as you were shouting out your very fast orgasm, I discovered it is intended to let one adjust the water pressure so one can draw out the enjoyment of the special head as well as ones orgasm,” said Jaffa.

“Now you tell me,” Yahminah smiled at Jaffa in playful annoyance.

Jaffa changed places and sat on the edge of the bath with her legs spread for Yahminah.

Yahminah took the hose in her hand and adjusted the water pressure to mild and then sprayed Jaffa’s pussy all over so that water wet her legs and abdomen, too. She then slowly walked forward, smiling brightly since she knew what it was going to be like for Jaffa, which narrowed the force of the water more directly onto her pussy where she stayed awhile, spraying back and forth and up and down. Often she moved it down so the water tickled Jaffa’s asshole which was a new sensation for her.

However, after doing this awhile, Yahminah brought the head of the hose up to Jaffa’s clit and sprayed it about a foot away from it.

Moans of delight escaped from Jaffa as she felt the water massaging her vulva, but especially her clit.

Yahminah then did as Jaffa had done to her; she slowly brought the head closer and closer to her clit until the special head enclosed her clit and the flesh around it.

As did Yahminah, Jaffa jumped when she felt this direct force of the water on her sensitive clit. She even placed her hands, palms down, on the bath floor and raised her hips so that her knees were bent and her feet were on floor. Jaffa squeezed her eyes as the erotic sensations came wave after wave into her now overly sensitive clit.

However, unlike Yahminah, Jaffa was feeling only the mild pressure of the water on her clit, but as Yahminah listened to Jaffa moan with delight, she slowly turned the dial and increased the water pressure more and more until it was squirting full force against Jaffa’s clit.

Jaffa’s response was immediate. “Oh, Yahminah, it feels like thousands of tiny pins are stinging my nub, causing it to vibrate in absolute sexual desire.”

In the short time it took Jaffa to tell Yahminah this, she cried out, “Ohhhhhhh, Yahminah, I’m cumming,” as she threw back her head and pushed out her hips so the water made as much contact with her overly excited clit to the point of overpowering her wanton sexual desires.

Jaffa’s legs trembled beneath her as did her arms, and in one fluid motion she smoothly lowered her raised body onto the tile floor of the bath, reached down, grabbed hold of the hose, and took it off her clit while Yahminah still held it in her hand. However, Yahminah knew Jaffa’s clit had become so sensitive after her orgasm that she couldn’t stand to continue being stimulated.

While Jaffa still lay on the bath floor with her legs spread wide, Yahminah went over to her, bent down between her legs, and licked her glowing, reddish pussy flesh that had been enflamed by the pressure of the water.

Jaffa gratefully accepted Yahminah’s lingual ministrations while, as with Yahminah, she let her body relax while she composed herself until she was able to get up and slide back into the water to be with Yahminah whom she clasped in a fond embrace.

Jaffa whispered into her ear, “Oh, my love, that was wonderful. Never have I had such an orgasm in my life. It was almost beyond belief, and who would have thought it would come from the pressure of water against the clitoris.”

Yahminah sighed, agreeing with Jaffa about this most unusual way to get an orgasm, and said, “This is true, but it shall never replace the warmth of your mouth on my clit nor my mouth on your clit. Am I not right?”

“You are most certainly right, Yahminah,” said Jaffa. “Now, let’s towel one another dry and get into our bed naked as usual where we can hold, kiss, and caress one another. I thought we might eat one another’s pussies tonight, but, I’m sure you’ll agree, our clits are far too sensitive to be touched and sucked any more this evening.”

“You are so right, Yahminah,” Jaffa said, “but holding and caressing one another after such intense orgasms will be wonderful. I love the feel of your warm, scented body next to mine and awaken in the morning to find you sleeping next to me.”

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