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Author’s Note: This is the third installment of this series, but it’s actually the direct sequel to Mommy Fetish Chronicles 1. Mommy Fetish Chronicles 2 was the prequel, which showed Bailey’s past. Now, we are back to the present, where Ashley is searching for the woman who once dated her dad and spanked her in front of all her friends before disappearing from both of their lives.

Part 3 has been split into two parts. The second half will be posted at a later time. I have labeled this as Part 3.1. It contains 4 chapters. I really hope you enjoy the journey! This is definitely the most emotional portion of the three parts!

Finding Bailey

Chapter 1

I wish I could sum up the last four years of my life in just a couple words, but I can’t. I guess I could just say it was complicated, but that doesn’t even begin to describe it.

As far as my education and my career, things really couldn’t have gone much better. I kind of got my act together and worked my way to a strong finish for my Bachelor’s Degree. After that, I worked a few jobs before ultimately accepting a position at a research lab while also continuing my Master’s Degree online.

You could say things had worked out pretty well for me, but yet, part of me still felt incomplete. That’s because… if it weren’t for one person… I don’t know if I would have ever gotten my act together. And this person… she had been missing from my life for a few years now.

She was never actually my mom. She wasn’t even my stepmom because she and my dad never went through with their engagement. Somehow though, I still had this desire deep inside to make her proud.

Bailey was my age, in fact, just a bit younger. But in such a short amount of time, she brought a new perspective to my life. I was such a spoiled brat, and I didn’t even know it. She not only put me in my place by acting like a mother, but she also showed me the true meaning of hard work.

Without a single complaint, Bailey worked at Hooters to provide for herself, and for me when she could. I didn’t understand that life could just be that way at times, and I’m sure she complained from time to time, but to me, I saw an upstanding woman who made more of herself despite life giving her a bad hand.

I didn’t know what happened to Bailey, unfortunately. She and my dad broke up, and then she left without a trace. Things happen, and I get that now, but I wish I could have checked on her or at least said goodbye. Most importantly, I wish I could have just told her,

“Thank you.”

***

One afternoon, the research group I worked with had a late meeting after a guest speaker came into our clinic. He went over the details of a new type of procedure, and it was up to our group to do some field analysis on it.

Since the speaker kept us pretty late, we decided to discuss some of the matters of our meeting over dinner. Eating together was something that was pretty common amongst research groups so that they could talk about their projects, even during their breaks.

Seeing that I was one of the few females, I usually didn’t get much say in where we went to eat. It didn’t really matter to me to be quite honest. However, on this day, I would have liked to have been able to sway my male partners from making the decision.

The boys decided on going to Hooters, which wouldn’t have been a big deal to me if it hadn’t been for the significance that restaurant played in my life. I had given up on ever seeing Bailey again, so going to the chain that she used to work at wasn’t easy.

Once we got inside, I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander while the others discussed work. We were hours away from my hometown, and yet, I couldn’t help but wish she would appear wearing her old uniform.

Things only got worse when the food came out. Those Hooters wings reminded me of that time I acted so childishly before she put me in my place.

It was a humbling trip down memory lane. Now that I was older, I realized the way she spanked me wasn’t as embarrassing as the way I acted. However, these were memories that brought a blush to my face, so I quickly tried to get my mind back on track.

A few moments later, however, I’d find myself staring off into the distance once again. My eyes eventually landed on a woman with long blonde hair. I swear, from behind she looked almost exactly like Bailey.

I need to stop doing this, I thought to myself, shaking my head once again. It’s perfectly fine to think about her during this circumstance, but I can’t imagine other people as her. Bailey’s gone… and she’s never walking back into my life.

Then suddenly, as the pretty woman with the long blonde hair turned her head, my eyes got big and my heart almost pounded out of my chest. It’s her! I screamed in my head as I watched the blonde wiping off a table in her section. Years have passed so we both look a little different, but it’s her… It’s Bailey.

Without an explanation, I got up to my feet and made a diyarbakır escort beeline towards her. The others asked where I was going, but my body was in autopilot. There was nothing that was going to keep me from her after all these years.

My heart was pounding, and I had tunnel vision. My eyes were locked onto her as I moved in quickly. In that moment, nothing else mattered to me.

I caught her as she was turning around. Bailey almost jumped out of her shoes when she saw me. Her eyes were big, like she had seen a ghost. I guess she never expected to run into me either, seeing as we were both so far away from where we originally met.

We stood there in silence. My heart was pounding, and she was shaking. Then, after a few seconds went by, I pointed at myself. “Bailey… It’s me, Ashley!”

“Ashley! What are you doing here?!” she responded, still looking nervous for some reason.

Pointing back at my table, I explained, “I started working with this research department and some of them wanted to grab a bite here.” Then, trying to move on to what was really important, I shook my head and continued, “I’ve been looking for you, Bailey… How are you?”

“I’m fine,” she responded coldly, obviously not wanting to talk to me. “I’m just working.”

“Yeah, but you left without a trace… and you never returned any of my calls…”

“Your dad and I broke up,” she quickly said, shrugging her shoulders. “What more did you want from me?”

I could tell she was defensive, but I didn’t know what was wrong. Letting out a little sigh, I spoke with a soft voice and explained, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay…”

“I’m fine. Everything is fine. I can take care of myself.”

“Yeah, but Bailey…”

“I need to get back to work now,” she interrupted, using that stern mother voice she used to use with me. “I’m really busy and it’s rude to talk with customers that aren’t in my section. Please, just leave me alone.”

The blonde woman I used to call Mommy walked past me without another word. Not that I was trying to look down on her or anything, but there was only one customer in her section, so I was sure she wasn’t that busy. She just didn’t want to talk to me for some reason, and that was fine…

I took the hint, and I went back to my table. The others asked if I knew her, but I just told them, “I used to, but it’s complicated.”

We all eventually finished our meals as well as our meeting. However, while everyone else was leaving, I decided to tend to some unfinished business.

Bailey clearly did not want to speak to me. I totally understood that with the way I kind of ambushed her. But eventually, she was going to have to talk to me, because she couldn’t run away forever.

After everyone made their way out, I snuck back in an attempt to learn more about the mysterious blonde. Noticing that the bartender wasn’t tending to anyone in the moment, I walked over to her and asked if she knew when the next time Bailey would be working.

Unfortunately for me, not only did the bartender not know Bailey’s schedule, she barely knew anything about her at all. The bartender had only been working there for a couple months, and in that short time, Bailey had never spoken to her.

I then tried my luck with the hostess at the front. She looked pretty young, so I was hoping she was bubbly enough to have attempted to talk to Bailey at some point during her time there.

When I asked the young woman if she knew Bailey, she immediately made a face. And although she just answered, “Not really,” I decided to ask more questions.

“Do you know which shifts she regularly works? I’m trying to figure out when a good time to visit her would be.”

“I do know her schedule pretty well,” the hostess answered, not looking completely comfortable. “But we’re actually not supposed to be giving out people’s schedules in case of stalkers.”

Although it was a perfectly good excuse not to give out someone’s information, I really wasn’t in a position to leave empty-handed. Resorting to desperate measures, I opened up my wallet and pulled out a five-dollar bill. “Will this change your mind?”

The girl looked at me like I was dumb for a second, but eventually she grabbed the money and put it in her pocket. “Bailey works a lot of morning shifts, but I think you could probably see her at any time tomorrow, since she’s working a double.”

“Thank you very much,” I said, before taking a step towards the exit. However, realizing that my little plan had actually worked, I re-approached the girl and pulled out some more money. “So, what will a twenty get me?”

The girl looked down at the bill in my hand with big eyes. “What do you want to know?”

“Just anything about her, really,” I explained. “I haven’t seen her in so long. I mostly just want to make sure she’s okay.”

“I just heard that she moved around a few times, working at different Hooters. She started working edirne escort here a few months ago but really hasn’t talked to anyone.”

“Do you know why she stays to herself? She never seemed to have trouble making friends in the past.”

“I’m not really sure,” the young hostess answered, shrugging her shoulders. “But her lack of enthusiasm definitely affects her work. You’re the only one that’s asked about her in a while. No one ever wants to sit in her section. She usually just works the morning shift, which is way less busy, but because a couple of girls quit, she’s been able to pick up some extra shifts in the evenings.”

“I just can’t imagine a world where a bunch of guys don’t want to sit in her section,” I reacted, thinking back to how fun and confident she used to be. “Even if she’s not talkative anymore, she’s still a very pretty woman.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty for an older woman,” the hostess said with a little smirk. “But a lot of customers prefer younger women in their prime.”

“Older?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. “She’s like… twenty-four…”

“Yeah, that’s old for a Hooters waitress,” said the girl that was probably eighteen at the time.

Still trying to wrap my mind around the hostess’s way of thinking, I continued the unimportant conversation with her. “I guess for a Hooters waitress she might be a bit older… but she’s not an older woman… I mean, I’m twenty-five… Do you think I’m old?”

The girl kind of looked away from me for a second before shrugging her shoulders again. Not that it mattered or anything, but her silence spoke volumes to me.

“You’re lucky I don’t take my twenty back,” I said in a dry tone. She kind of chuckled at me, but I still let her keep the money. It was the information that was important in that moment, not my pride.

With Bailey re-appearing in my life again, and a plan developing in my head, I turned back towards the dining room and found her with my eyes before declaring, “I’ll be back, Bailey…

…and don’t you run away from me this time.”

To be continued.

***

Chapter 2

I returned the next evening after a long day of work. It wasn’t that I had a difficult day or anything; my mind was just anxious, knowing I had another shot at seeing Bailey.

The mystery woman who had walked out of my life just as quickly as she walked in it had appeared again. However, judging by the fact that we had both moved hours away from our hometown, I’m sure she was just as shocked to see me as I was to see her.

It couldn’t have been more obvious by that look in her eyes. Bailey was always pretty confident… and considering our… interesting past… I doubt she’d ever be intimidated by me.

All I could gather was that something had happened and she didn’t want to talk about it. However, knowing that something was going on with her, I just wanted an opportunity to help her. I guess that’s why I found myself at her restaurant again.

Hoping to appear more approachable this time, I changed out of my professional attire and wore a big gray T-shirt. It was one of my oversized tees that I liked to wear at home. I just wore black skinny jeans with it instead of my normal shorts.

As I was walking in, I was completely aware that I might end up disappointed again. There was a good probability that Bailey would be just as cold as she was the previous day. It was also likely that she might run away again, now that I knew where she worked.

With all that in mind, I still took my shot, because she was that important to me. At the end of the day, it really wasn’t about me, anyway. This was about the woman who played a vital role in my life, and it was my turn to be there for her.

As I walked through the door, my eyes quickly scanned the room until I found her. Much like the previous day, her section was pretty empty, so what the hostess has told me now seemed all the more valid.

There was a different hostess that day and even she looked surprised when I told her I wanted to sit in Bailey’s section. “Usually, no one requests that older woman,” she said, looking so annoyingly innocent.

“I’m not going to respond to that,” I said, rolling my eyes. There was no point in getting into a discussion with another one of the teeny-boppers.

As Bailey stepped into the back, I randomly picked one of her smaller tables and took a seat. I then waited patiently while my heart pounded inside my chest.

When the mysterious blonde came back out, she almost dropped the drinks in her hands when she saw me. “Ashley… you’re here again… Why?”

“I wanted to see you,” I hesitantly responded, trying not to look nervous. “You told me to leave yesterday because I was interfering with your section. You also didn’t seem like you wanted to talk to me. I wanted to see if you felt any better today.”

Rolling her eyes, she asked, “So, is this what you’re going to do? You’re just going to follow me around until I’m edirne escort bayan forced to give you answers?”

Somehow, I could feel her pain as I looked deep into her eyes. With a soft voice, I responded, “That’s not what I’m trying to do. You can reject me if you want, but I, at least, want to try to talk to you again.”

“And why is that?”

I shrugged my shoulders, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Because I care about you…” I answered, looking down.

My eyes eventually went back up, and I noticed her staring at me with her hands on her hips. Luckily, I must have struck a chord with her because she replied, “Fine… but you can’t just sit in my section; you have to order something.”

I was a little taken aback by the sudden opportunity. After gathering myself, I asked, “Do you guys have Moscow Mules?”

“Yes, we do…” she answered, still appearing unpleased that I was in her presence. But eventually, with the same demeanor, she further explained, “We have a new strawberry flavored mule… Did you want that or just the regular one?”

“The strawberry one sounds good…” I answered, nodding my head.

Bailey just rolled her eyes as she walked away. Judging by the way she offered a suggestion, I figured she was annoyed that we had made some progress. It wasn’t much… but it was a sign that she still cared about me.

I sat there, tapping my fingers on the table, as I waited for her to return. There were a million thoughts running through my mind, and I was about as nervous as I had ever been, but I kept telling myself, “Be brave, Ashley.”

Although Bailey was gone for a couple minutes, I couldn’t help but smile when I saw her approaching my table with my drink in hand. Memories came flooding back, reminding me of how beautiful her tight body was that night I shared a bed with her. And somehow on this day, she looked just as breathtaking in her tight white tank top and her little orange shorts as she did in her sexy pajamas.

“So what do you want?” she asked, interrupting my thoughts as she placed the drink on my table.

“I just wanted to see if you were doing okay. I thought about you a lot over the last few years. I never thought I’d see you again.”

“Well, I’m fine. I told you that yesterday, so the mystery is over.”

Blushing while I took a sip of my strawberry drink, I continued, “I also wanted to tell you that I missed you… I know we got off to a bad start… that was my fault… but I was really looking forward to seeing you again during summer break.”

Bailey’s face changed a few times, almost as if she were contemplating her emotions. Eventually, she settled on being suspicious, and she asked, “Why would you want to see me? I thought you disliked me because I dated your dad.”

“Bailey… I’m over that,” I explained with a tender voice. “I’m sorry for the way I acted in the beginning. It was just a lot for me at the time. But in the end, we got along so well. I really, really enjoyed spending time with you.”

This time, Bailey couldn’t hide her smile from me. It only showed for a split second, but it was enough to make my heart jump, knowing I made her happy, even if it was just for a moment.

“That’s mature of you,” she conceded before slowly regaining whatever fake attitude she had with me. “So, I’m guessing you finished your degree based on that little group you were with yesterday.”

“I did… I finished my bachelor’s in biology and now I work for a research clinic.”

“Is that why you showed up? To brag about how well your life is going while I’m still just a Hooters waitress?”

“No… I don’t look down on you for your job. If anything, I owe you a huge thank you for all my success. I really admired that you were such a hard-working waitress. And I also don’t think I would have gotten my act together if it wasn’t for you.”

Folding her arms, she stared deeply into my eyes before asking, “Are you being serious right now?”

“Of course I am, Bailey,” I answered in a sweet tone. “I know you never actually became my stepmom, but I still want to make you proud. Maybe… you were the mother figure I needed.”

“How so?”

“You made me realize what a spoiled brat I was,” I started, getting red in the face as more humbling memories came back to me. “You… uh… you put me in my place a few times… when you… Well… you remember what happened.”

Suddenly, I wasn’t the only one blushing anymore. I guess Bailey was a bit surprised that I would bring up the unmentionable things she did to me.

“Even Tara got her act together,” I continued, making Bailey’s eyes grow even bigger.

“Tara?”

“Yeah, you remember my friend, right? We had those…. interesting nights together…”

Scratching her head, Bailey looked away for a second before asking, “You’re not mad at me about… that stuff… are you?”

“Of course not,” I answered, trying to hide my embarrassment. “You had your own unique way of handling us. I was a bit confused… and humiliated… at the time… but the results have been great… so maybe you’re a genius.”

“Well, I’m glad things worked out for you and Tara,” Bailey started, letting out a little sigh. “To be quite honest, things haven’t worked out so well in my life, so I wouldn’t consider myself a genius.”

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Of all the sexy Whatsapp conversations Jess and I shared in those early days before sleeping together for the first time, this one is my favourite. Jess took the lead and opened her heart and soul to me completely, and her description of feeling horny and being desperate to orgasm is just so honest and raw it melts my heart and rocks me to the core.

I tried to follow her example and be more explicit and totally honest about what I wanted to do to her.

While part 1 of this story took place over a couple of days, this second part took place on a single evening. I was still in a Paris hotel, and Jess was at home in London. We each opened a bottle of wine and I suspect there was a bit of ‘self love’ involved in both locations throughout the conversation. (I’ve not included the time of each message given that it happened so fast, but I think you can tell from the cadence of the conversation how racy it got).

This is the last of these message threads as shortly afterwards I returned from Paris and we made love for real for the first time. (Which I’ll describe for you in tantalising detail in part 3).

For now, enjoy part 2.

Jess: Hi babe. Hope you’ve had a good day. Missing you so much and can’t wait to see you on Friday. Ready to continue our story? xxx

Hannah: Hi lovely. Thank you. I am missing you desperately too! Yes, I’m ready. Wine is open. Do not disturb sign is on the door! xxx

Jess: OK. Here we go. We’re laying naked together on top of the covers. You’re snuggled into me, laying on your side. Your head is resting on my shoulder and your face nuzzled into my neck. You’re draped across me with an arm over my stomach and your leg crossed over mine. You are soft and warm against me. You occasionally kiss my neck, sending little shivers down my spine. I can tell that you want to show me your love now that your own orgasm is fading, but you’re still exhausted.

Hannah: Oh god. So hot!

Jess: You gradually become still and gently doze off. Your breath is soft and warm against my neck. You look so peaceful and pretty. I love the sight and feel of your smooth, feminine, naked body wrapped around mine. My heart is bursting for you. You are so beautiful. How do I deserve you?

Hannah: Because you are fucking awesome!

Jess: Hey! I’ll let you know when I want your input! (But thank you, honey.) Remember, when you see this (?), it’s your turn.

Jess: I want to let you sleep, but I start to get restless. The feel of your pussy as you came hard against my hand is all I can think of and a deep desire starts to build. In no time at all I’m so horny I feel almost feral with the need to be fucked. I wonder how you’d feel if you knew (?)

Hannah: Oh baby, this is so hot! Describe it to me. Tell me exactly how you’re feeling…

Jess: I can’t! I don’t even know how to put those sensations into words! I’ll offend you!

Hannah: Please try. I’d love to read it. You are really pushing my buttons already baby! Keep going xxx

Jess: çorum escort OK. But fair warning – this is going to sound filthy. (But this is genuinely what I feel when I get horny to the point of desparation. Please dont be scared!)

Jess: It starts with a swoony, nervy feeling in my stomach that rises through my chest and up my throat, similar to that heart-fluttering moment when you drive too fast over a big hump in the road. But this sensation isn’t going away. It’s gradually getting stronger and pulsing with my heart beat.

Jess: My fingertips, toes and ears start to tingle in rythym with it. I can hear a swooshing in my ears as my heart beats harder.

Jess: My skin becomes hyper sensitive. All of my senses are on high alert.

Jess: My breasts feel ripe and full and need to be bounced and held and squeezed. The nipples are perfectly hard and exquisitely sensitive, thrusting out from my chest, aching to brush against something. Anything.

Jess: I am hot between my legs. The entrance to my vagina feels open and ‘ready’ and throbs with the blood rushing to it. Sensations not unlike an escalating need to pee bloom and subside deep inside me and spread upwards into my womb and ovaries and outwards to my vulva, which is swollen and desperate to be used. It wants immediate sordid attention – for its slippery wet lips to be smushed around under the fingers of a frantic hand. It wants to be slammed. Exploited.

Jess: There’s an urgent need deep inside my vagina to be entered. Filled. Stretched. I fantasise about commanding you to push your fist into me so I can clamp down on it hard to find some relief.

Jess: The tip of my clit feels so unbearably sensitive that I would flinch from any attempt to touch it as if from fire.

Jess: I want you to own me baby. Defile me. Make me your bitch. Make me beg to come and be freed from this torture before I go fucking crazy with animal lust.

Jess: I’m so wet by now I can feel my liquid pooling in my vagina and drooling out onto my cunt lips and inner thighs.

Jess: I want to feel the weight of your body and the touch of your naked skin on me.

Jess: I want to feel your voluptuous tits squashing against mine and our pussy bones grinding together.

Jess: Every part of my female anatomy is throbbing with the urge for you to fuck me!

Jess: I clench my pelvic muscles hard, squeeze my thighs together tightly and push my bum down into the bed and squirm, trying to find an angle that will give my clit some temporary relief. I can take it no longer.

Jess: My movements wake you and you raise your head to kiss me. Your kiss is soft and tender but I am at the end of my tether and I need you. Right. Now.

Jess: I open my legs wide and heave you bodily over me to lay in between them so your body is on top of mine. Your pubic bone is smashed against my cunt and it feels delicious. I lift my hips off the bed and push myself harder against it, trying to fuck denizli escort you with my pussy in my desparation. My clit is flattened under its hood which allows it to accept this sudden pressure and it’s fucking amazing.

Jess: My hands are on your back and in your hair as I’m kissing you frantically. Then they’re on your bum, squeezing your ass cheeks and pulling them apart to expose your pretty little asshole and I pull you down onto me as my tongue enters your mouth.

Jess: Suddenly it’s all too much. “Baby, you need to do this for me. Now. Please!”, I say in a shaky voice and put myself at your mercy. (?)

Hannah: I look deep in your eyes. I can see the desperation in them. Panic steals into me. I have never done anything like this before. This is the first time I have experienced your naked body and you’re already begging me to make you come. I don’t know what to do! To disappoint you would crush me. But you’re helpless beneath me so I take a deep breath and follow my instincts.

Hannah: I kiss you passionately again while putting my hands on your tits, squeezing them and rubbing my palms over your nipples. I put my open, wet mouth over each in turn and suck them softly.

Hannah: I can feel the heat of your pussy on my stomach and I know what I need to do. I crawl out from between your legs and lay beside you once more.

Hannah: I caress your breasts again and teasingly, gently, pinch your hard pink nipples, before tracing my fingertips lightly down the middle of your stomach.

Hannah: I lightly brush over your smooth mound and, for now, resist the urge to continue onto your pussy.

Hannah: I ever so softly stroke each of your thighs, stopping just short of touching your vulva.

Hannah: I move my hand between your knees and start to gently push your legs apart. You take the initiative and open them wide for me, bending and drawing them up towards you to fully expose your cunt to me.

Hannah: I am totally in control now. I take my time. I stroke the inside of your thighs, getting nearer your centre each time.

Hannah: Finally, I put my hand directly between your legs and softly stroke you. There is a feverish heat there. You moan as I continue to tease.

Hannah: I put the pads of two fingertips on the hood of your clit and use a circular motion to ever so gently massage it, exposing the hard bud on the downward stroke and being careful not to over stimulate it.

Hannah: I slide the same two fingers down through the centre of your labia. Your excitement is obvious from the liquid that immedately makes them slippery. I glide my fingers up and down you, stopping when I feel my fingertips encounter the gentle wet vacuum of your vagina, and pause at the top to massage your clit.

Hannah: Your stomach flutters and contracts as the beginnings of your climax start to accrue. My confidence is growing as your pleasure is so apparent, but I look in your eyes for validation. (?)

Jess: düzce escort You are so talented with your fingers! It’s amazing to think you’ve never done this to another woman before. We are so in sync. My urge to come is building fast. I want to feel your mouth on me and your fingers inside me when I do, with your gorgeous hair tickling my stomach and thighs.

Hannah: I climb back between your legs and kneel between your knees. I lower my head, my hair tickling your stomach as I kiss you teasingly all the way down it.

Hannah: I shuffle backwards and bend to kiss your smooth mound several times. I place the last kiss on the point where your cleft begins.

Hannah: One more shuffle backwards and I lie down with my head immediately between your thighs. I finally see your perfect cunt. Your soft inner lips are open just enough to allow me a glimpse of the succulent wet pink skin in the opening to your vagina and the pretty clit crowning them at the top. The whole of your vulva is slippery with the silky liquid coming from inside you.

Hannah: I breathe softly onto your clit and plant the gentlest kiss on it.

Hannah: I probe your entrance with the tip of my tongue, getting my first experience of your coppery taste. I instantly adore it.

Hannah: I swipe quickly up the centre of your slit with a broad wet lick, pushing your labia apart with my tongue. I then trace the tip of it over each of your lips and gently suckle them.

Hannah: I begin to focus more attention on your clit. I give it soft little butterfly licks until you are gasping with pleasure.

Hannah: Once it’s accustomed to my attentions, I lap at it softly but more urgently using the full width of my tongue.

Hannah: You take hold of my hand as you feel the inevitability of your orgasm approaching. Your belly starts to rise and fall and your body shudders as I continually hit the right spot. You squeeze my hand to let me know it’s starting.

Hannah: In my final effort to push you over the top I put my whole mouth over your clit and soak it in my saliva and roll my tongue around as though I were french kissing it. When the urgency of your breathing tells me you are at crisis point I slide two fingers firmly into you.

Hannah: Immediately I feel the muscles of your vagina squeeze down on them. You arch your back off the bed and your orgasm storms through you. Your cunt contracts around my fingers, squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing. Rapidly at first, then slowing and weakening as your climax passes.

Hannah: I remove my fingers from you slowly and gently plant a delicate kiss on your clit. (?)

Jess: For a few moments I lie still with my eyes closed. My pussy is aching pleasurably and already missing the tight fit of your fingers inside it. After a few more moments pass I giggle with pure relief and open my eyes.

Jess: You are kissing my tummy lovingly. I stroke your hair. “Come here, baby” I laugh softly. You climb up between my legs with a beautiful smile on your face and lay on top of me again and we kiss deeply. I love tasting my pussy on you. The kiss becomes a long loving hug.

Jess: You roll off me and I make you my little spoon. We drift off to sleep, cuddling this way. Both now fully satisfied.

Part 3 to follow.

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XVIII: Friends in the Shower

Blake

Blake didn’t have to see Liam’s face to know that Marie was standing in the doorway, likely as wide-eyed as she was. She hadn’t really even wanted Liam in here in the first place, but she knew Marie might not see it that way.

“Marie,” she called, “I think Liam might be just be using you as his beard. I’ve been trying to seduce him for like the past hour and he hasn’t even tried to take a peek at my tits. He must have a secret stash of boner pills for whenever you guys do it.”

Liam’s face went bright red, eyes bulging, but Marie’s laughter triggered a sigh of relief from Blake. She decided to push further and give Liam an opening to get out of explaining himself.

“Can you get Liam out so you can help me, by the way? I need to take a shower but I’m so sore, I don’t think I can stand in the tub on my own.”

Liam shot her a quick glance and Blake winked in reply. A moment later, he was on his feet, but Blake thought she heard a grunt and some soft moans before the door shut.

“He’s gone,” Marie said, “Alright if I pull back the curtain?”

“Yep.”

The hooks clattered on the shower rod as Marie came into view, and Blake blinked.

Marie’s blonde hair hung down to her shoulders in a calculated mess of waves, and a magenta dress clung to her skin, accentuating her subtle curves and lean figure. Blake had more curves than her friend, but Marie had the slim underwear model look down, if missing a few inches in height. She looked a little flushed, but even without that, Blake would have known her friend had had at least a few drinks given where she’d come from.

“Damn,” she breathed, “I knew you got dressed up for sorority events, but…damn, Marie.”

Blake’s friend blushed and giggled at the complement. Then she raised an eyebrow at Blake, “Do I want to know?”

Blake shrugged, “I needed a bath and Liam wanted to talk. I told him he could either wait or talk from the other side of the curtain.”

Marie snorted, “You guys are so weird. He said he did that with one of the girls on his floor earlier this year, but she was soaking her legs in cocoa butter or something like that.”

Blake shook her head. That explained why he hadn’t been as jumpy as usual.

“You don’t really need to help me up, Marie,” Blake said, gripping the edges of the tub, “I just wanted to mess with Liam a bit.”

Marie giggled at that, then her lips curled into a devious grin, “Want to mess with him even more?”

Blake raised an eyebrow, “What did you have in mind?”

Marie shrugged, “I need a shower too if I’m going to reward Liam for staying over tonight.”

Blake held back a frown at the spike of envy she felt toward Marie right then.

“He might get some ideas if we both come out of the shower at the same time with wet hair,” Marie continued.

Blake had to laugh at that, though it was cut short by the pulse in her pussy that followed. Knowing the effect that would have on Liam was a heady feeling and wondering where his imagination might go at the sight was dangerous.

“Take off your dress and hop in then,” Blake said, unstopping the drain and switching the flow of water from the bath faucet to the shower head. An attempt at reaching up to actually turn on the water, however, left her sloshing backward in the water.

“Fuck,” she breathed, taking the tie out of her now-wet hair as Marie giggled, “I might need some help after all.”

Water sloshed behind Blake, and twisted in surprise, stilly unused to this bolder side of her friend. Blake blinked when she found her face not far from Marie’s bare pussy. She had to shake herself to keep her oversexed mind from carrying things too far as Marie extended her hands to help Blake up, then steadied her once she was on her feet.

Fuck, it’s just Marie. Why am I so sex-crazed lately?

Taking a deep breath, Blake pushed aside any inappropriate urges. She’d promised Liam she would be better. Doing anything with his girlfriend after that would definitely be too far. She didn’t think he would mind but taking any liberties without his permission would just be shitty. Blake didn’t want to give Liam any reason not to trust her.

When Blake looked up though, she found Marie’s eyes roving her body, and shivered at what Marie might be thinking about. When Marie’s eyes finally reached Blake’s face, they spent a bit too long fixed on her mouth. When she met Blake’s gaze, Marie’s eyes widened, though they retained a mischievous glint, and her cheeks went bright red.

“Sorry,” she said, raising hands to her face, “I might have had a little more to drink than I thought. I’ve been trying to get more comfortable with…” She trailed off gesturing to herself and Blake, “With this, but I shouldn’t have been staring.”

Blake found herself grinning and shot Marie a wink as she twisted back toward the shower head and turned on the water.

“Blake! Oh my God, what happened?”

Blake’s brows drew down for a moment in confusion, then she remembered her ass. She half-twisted bursa escort to put it out of Marie’s sight, but Marie caught her wrist, preventing her from turning all the way away. Her friend’s eyes were full of concern, mischief gone.

“I was stupid,” Blake admitted, “I kind of did a spanking show and wasn’t really paying attention to how red my ass got. I’ll be fine, but I’ll be sore and tender enough for the next few days to remind me not to be so stupid. It’s why I couldn’t really wait to take the bath.”

“Shit,” Marie breathed, “Does that even feel good?”

Blake shrugged, trying to keep thoughts of Liam spanking her from her mind, “It can. During my shows I can handle a good amount without it hurting if I’m really worked up, but it’s better if you actually do it with someone you trust.”

Blake turned back to the shower head, then glanced back at her roommate, realizing that Marie hadn’t taken her eyes off of Blake’s ass the entire time. She still hadn’t. Blake almost called her on it, but instead turned her focus to cleaning herself. Once she had wet enough of her body to warm it back up, Blake turned to put her hair directly under the shower head and began running her fingers through it. She grimaced at how gross and stiff it felt but made sure to soak every strand. When she glanced back toward Marie, Blake’s eyes widened. Marie’s gaze was roving over Blake’s body, eyes wide, and Blake thought the other girl’s eyes looked a bit hazy.

“You need the water?” Blake asked, trying not to embarrass Marie. The attention was a little awkward, but letting her own eyes rove up and down her friend’s body for a moment, Blake decided she would likely be doing the same thing if she’d had a bit to drink. Marie was hot. Slim, like Blake, with smaller, perkier bits and little nipples, but a few inches taller, which made her waist seem tinier and her legs thinner and longer.

Marie blinked, remembering herself, then shot Blake a sheepish grin, “Uh, yes please.”

They carefully danced around each other in the now ankle-deep water but couldn’t avoid brushing against each other. Blake had to bike her lip. The contact felt good, and despite her sore pussy and ass and…well, pretty much everywhere, it seemed Blake was still a little worked up.

Blake didn’t really have all that much else to do but watch as Marie let the water run over her, and either Marie had forgotten again that Blake was there, or wasn’t shy about running her hands all over herself as the rivulets of water rushed down her smooth skin. When Marie was done, she studied Blake for a moment, “Do you want any help with your hair?”

Blake raised an eyebrow, “Sure, but what–?”

She trailed off as Marie squirted a generous amount of Blake’s color-treated shampoo into her hands and lathered them before stepping forward. Blake’s eyes went wide as her roommate closed the distance between them until their stomachs and breasts pressed against one another. Blake felt her breath catch as her mouth fell open. Is she trying to make a move on me? Blake wouldn’t be okay with that–as far as she knew, Liam might not mind the idea of it, but the actual act was different all together, and she didn’t want to betray his trust. On the other hand, however, if Marie did something, Blake wasn’t sure she would be able to make herself care until after they were done. Blake found her eyes fixed on her friend’s pink, pouting lips, and flinched when she felt Marie’s sudsy hands grasp the hair at the base of her scalp.

Marie didn’t seem to have noticed.

“Liam does this every once in a while, when we shower together,” she said, “It feels sooo good and, well, you look like you kinda need it.”

Blake nodded, biting her lip. It did feel good. Really good. Marie’s fingers threaded through her hair, massaging her scalp as they her oily, sweat-stiffened locks. Blake felt herself sway a bit, and suddenly became very keenly aware of how Marie’s arms wrapped around her, trapping her arms at her sides.

“I can see why Liam likes to do this,” Marie commented. Her voice seemed almost absent-minded, “Your hair is much more fun to do this with than his.”

“Mhm,” Blake murmured, putting all her concentration on standing up straight and not leaning forward into her friend’s chest. It had to be the hardest thing she’d ever done, as the only distraction would have been to let her mind wander, but images of Liam standing in Marie’s place lay just on the edge of her thoughts. Stupid Liam always being perfect. Chest glistening and strong hands running through her hair, big hard cock pressed against her belly, leaking–

Blake blinked, coming back to reality as Marie’s hands left her hair. She almost moaned at the loss of contact, but managed to mutter a “thank you,” instead as she twisted past Marie to stand back underneath the steaming water. Running her own hands through her hair felt good, mostly because her hair was no longer as stiff and gross, but it definitely came nowhere near close to Marie’s massage.

When çanakkale escort Marie was done with that, she stepped aside and held out the shampoo bottle for Marie, but the blonde shook her head, “I showered last night. Here, let me do your conditioner.”

Marie reached past Blake and deposited a large glob of the shampoo’s matching conditioner into the palm of one hand, then pulled Blake toward her a bit so that the warm water peppered Blake’s back just below her hair. Blake’s breath caught again as Marie pressed herself against Blake once more, a bit firmer this time, it seemed, and threaded her fingers into Blake’s hair.

“Fuck that feels good,” Blake knew how that sounded, but couldn’t find it in herself to care. Marie’s fingers felt so damn good. The implications of that sent shivers through Blake’s body, and she couldn’t help a moan from slipping out at the way her pussy clenched. Her cheeks grew immediately hot, but Marie just giggled, continuing her ministrations, and used her elbows to pull Blake closer. Blake hadn’t anticipated that and brought her hands up against Marie’s chest to keep herself from falling. Once she steadied herself, she tried to pull back, but Marie’s hands kept her pulled close.

“It’s okay,” Marie breathed, voice barely audible over the pelting water, “Just relax.”

Blake stiffened for a moment, knowing she shouldn’t, but leaning against someone like this, especially a friend, felt so good, and she hadn’t done it in so long. Blake closed her eyes and let her weight settle against Marie, relishing the feel of her roommate’s slick, soft skin pressing against her as Marie’s fingers worked magic against her scalp. It seemed to go on forever, and Blake could have enjoyed it forever, but eventually Marie’s fingers slowed, then stopped.

Eyes fluttering open, Marie looked up at her friend, and saw that familiar haze in those green eyes. Marie was smiling down at her. Neither of them said anything. If they did, that would break the spell. Instead they held each other’s gazes as Marie’s hands slowly fell from Blake’s hair. Blake felt the blonde bend and stretch a bit, then raised an eyebrow as Marie grinned, holding up the bottle of bodywash. Marie flipped it open with her thumb, and her grin widened as she squirted the translucent liquid where their breasts met.

Blake’s eyes widened as Marie closed the bottle and pulled back. She looked down at their bodies as the soapy fluid dripped down their bodies and shivered when Marie pressed her hands against Blake’s stomach. Marie began massaging the bodywash into her skin, slick hands roaming around Blake’s middle and up to her breasts, making her gasp. Blake’s attention, however, remained fixed on the bodywash as it continued down toward Marie’s bare pussy. Not really thinking, Blake reached out to stop the flow with her fingers, then found her hand pressed against Marie’s pelvis. Then she and Marie were soaping each other up, running their hands over each other.

Blake discovered the lean hardness of her roommate’s stomach, making her pussy pulse and sparking the desire in her to lick something off that flat stomach. Her hands gravitated up Marie’s sides after that, fingers dancing along her ribs, then up to the small peaked mounds of her breasts. Somehow, Blake kept enough control over herself not to tweak or pinch her friend’s nipples, but otherwise, her hands moved of their own accord, roving over Marie’s body just as Marie’s did over her own. Once Blake had thoroughly lathered up her friend’s front, she started to move so she could do Marie’s back, but Marie pulled her close, pressing their bodies together as her arms snaked around Blake to soap up her back. When Marie started applying pressure in a light massage, Blake let her head fall forward onto Marie’s shoulder as she moaned into the blonde’s neck. She didn’t even think Marie was trying to give her a real massage, but the other girl’s thumbs just felt so damn good. Somehow, Blake remembered herself enough to start returning the favor, exploring the planes of Marie’s back with her hands and fingertips, massaging here and there as their lathered fronts slipped against one another.

By the time Marie’s hands reached Blake’s ass, a familiar heat had built up between her legs, but her ass’s tenderness helped her from giving into that. She hissed when Marie pressed a bit too hard, and Marie pulled back. Blake blinked.

“Did that hurt?” Marie asked, voice breathy.

Blake shook her head, “Not too much.”

Marie gazed at her for a moment, then, “Turn around.”

Blake raised an eyebrow, but turned around to face the showerhead, letting the warm water wash the suds off her front.

She heard another squirt of bodywash, then jumped, needing to steady herself with her hands against the wall as she felt Marie’s hands on her ass. She was gentler this time, caressing rather than kneading. The slick movement felt good on her tender skin. Marie’s hands moved farther down, too, kneading and squeezing as they ran over Blake’s çankırı escort sore legs.

“Fuck,” Blake breathed. It had been far too long since the last time someone had done that to her. Thoughts of Liam’s hands running over her naked legs floated on the edge of Blake’s mind, and she didn’t think she had the strength to keep herself from diving in much longer.

Blake reveled in the sensation of Marie’s fingers as they glided up and down her legs, pressing down on her muscles and then releasing in all the right spots. Her legs widened and Blake arched her back without realizing what she was doing when she felt Marie’s hands on the inside of her thighs. Webs of pleasure spiderwebbed through Blake just under her skin, connecting the tips of Marie’s fingers with Blake’s needy pussy as her friend seemed to tease her. Marie’s fingers traveled higher and higher each time they ventured to the insides of Blake’s thighs.

Then Marie’s knuckle brushed Blake’s lower lips, and shivers wracked her body as she gasped. She expected a giggle from Marie, but instead, Blake felt her roommate move behind her, then Marie’s hands were on the backs of her thighs. They glided up to gently cup her ass cheeks, then ventured between them. Blake, moaned, trembling as Marie’s soapy fingers slid over her pussy all the way to the front, cupped it, fingertips rubbing against her clit as they passed, then retreated back the way they had come. It would have been bad enough if Marie had simply run her finger’s over Blake’s outer lips, but Blake’s pussy was a needy traitor, and her lips had opened wide. Worse, Blake knew that Marie could feel that. Marie repeated the motion, but this time, her fingers continued on up between Blake’s ass cheeks, and a ragged gasp ripped from Blake’s throat as she felt the pressure of a single manicured fingertip glide over her asshole.

“Wha–what are you doing?” Blake managed, arms trembling as they struggled to keep her upright.

Marie didn’t answer for a moment, instead repeating the motion a few more times, the pleasure breaking the barrier Blake had thrown up in her mind between her and images of Liam in Marie’s place. Fuck, she wanted his hands all over her, touching every inch of her.

Then those hands were gone, and Blake almost whimpered.

“You’ve gotta make sure you’re clean everywhere,” Marie finally replied, voice somehow impossibly innocent yet thick with arousal all at once, “Now you do me? I want to be nice and clean for Liam.”

Liam.

Blake somehow pushed herself up and looked Marie in the eyes. Part of her wanted to take the blonde bitch and tie her to a chair and force her to watch while Blake fucked Liam every which way until he couldn’t get her out of his head no matter how hard he tried. The other part wanted to do exactly as Marie said, and as Blake thought she might have implied without realizing it. Blake wanted to clean Marie’s pussy and ass thoroughly with her tongue, to warm her holes up for Liam by making the blonde cum, in hopes that Marie might allow her to join in with them, that Liam would smile at her and tell her what a good girl she was before he let her join Marie in sucking his cock.

Blake started when she realized her hands had already started moving. Marie had turned away from Blake, hands against the wall for balance, legs spread and ass up in the air.

Is that what I looked like? What I did for her?

Normally, Blake would have slapped anyone who accused another person of “asking for it,” but in this case, she had no ground to stand on. Besides, her hands were already kneading Marie’s firm, soapy cheeks.

Blake lost herself in the act, thoughts sliding in and out of reality as her slick hands slid over Marie’s backside and up and down her legs. Sometimes she was doing this to Liam, squeezing that ass of his every way she could think of while barely holding herself back from biting it, reveling in how his muscular legs felt under her hands. She wondered if he would want her to eat his ass. Then it was Marie under her hands with Liam watching, telling her to be a good girl and make sure Marie was all nice and clean for him, hinting he might give her a reward if she did a good enough job.

Blake’s pussy was on fire as she dipped a soapy hand between Marie’s legs, running her fingers over the other girl’s lips as Marie had done to her, then bringing it up between her cheeks and pressing down on the tight ring of muscles with the pad of her middle finger. Knowing she was touching the same holes Liam’s cock had been in gave her a thrill that almost overrode her jealousy. Except her finger didn’t touch Marie’s asshole. It touched the metal rim of a plug.

Blake snapped back to reality, moving her hands to Marie’s ass cheeks as realized what she had been considering. She knew arousal could make people consider things that would otherwise be out of the realm of possibility, but she hadn’t thought she’d been horny enough to consider something like that. She didn’t have a problem with the idea of being his sub, not even with sharing him with another girl. Occasionally. He was the rare kind of guy that deserved something like that because he would never ask for it. Blake wouldn’t be the second girl in that equation, though. She would make sure Liam knew that he was hers without a doubt before that ever happened.

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Bonnie Falls Into Love 01

Tim was my older brother Jim’s best friend, three years older than me. When I was just eighteen, Mama said I was beautiful, but nobody’d asked me out yet– I thought she sort of had to say that to me. So, I was eighteen, in my senior year, and I was tall and thin, long legs; I ran cross-country which was a fall sport in my school, both girls and boys, at five thousand meters, I was second next to this really tall boy named Paul, and every once in a while, if I got off fast enough, he couldn’t run me down in time… breathe, Judy.

So, it was April and I got home from school. I had run for practice since cross-country season was in the fall, but I thought I might try at college. My coach said since I was five-foot-eleven, I could be pretty good. We lived in the state of Washington, on the west side of Puget Sound, just outside this old town of Bremerton. There was a Naval shipyard that was built during World War II, and it was a maintenance yard for aircraft carriers, submarines, and other ships.

All the boys wanted to get jobs there because of the security of medical benefits and a good, steady paycheck. Play softball, get married, have some babies, live in one of the inky dinky houses. Look at me putting them down, and I’d never been on a date, and was afraid to talk to a boy where I was literally paralyzed with fear and shyness. I’d get all flushed if some boy came towards me, and I couldn’t think nor hear for my heart beating.

I got home and was talking to Mama and she knew something was wrong. She walked over to me, wrapped her arms around me– and I don’t know why– but I started bawling and hiccupping. She held me tightly and patted me, and I almost stopped; then, I heard something and opened my eyes. There was Tim, and Jim too, watching me, looking so sad and worried– I started again.

Never had I cried so hard; it was like my soul was running from me. I heard Mama say, “Go,” with anger in her voice.

Finally, I was laying my head on her then-sopping shoulder, and my breathing slowed down. She walked us out to the living room, and I sat down next to her, still held tight. She looked at me and raised her eyebrows.

“I’m eighteen, Mama,” I declared, “I can’t even look at a boy without blushing and shaking. Forget even talking to one! I want to be like you and have babies and a husband and it is so not happening, and, and…” I started sniffling again. “The prom is in three weeks, and nobody’s asked me, and I’m so ugly, and if I had nice breasts like you, they, for sure, would have been after me, but I’m flat as board. Why me?!”

The crying burst forth again. After a while, I wore myself out and curled up on the love seat and slept.

Bremerton was way north on a map, so in May, the days got really long, with the sun setting around nine at night. Mama had taken my shoes off and put on a long T-shirt of Jim’s, and there was a note that said ‘shopping. dinner. in fridge–Mama.’

I got a water bottle and there was a plate with cucumber, tomato, and Swiss cheese slices, and some red grapes. I took it back to the love seat and nibbled on the snacks, little bites that were near perfect. I was so thirsty, I went back to get two more water bottles, and just drank and nibbled, putting the damage in the sink when I was done. I went back and lay back down and fell soundly asleep.

I blinked my eyes and stretched, looked at my phone; it was almost eleven in the morning, and the house was quiet.

I thought I’d get running to the State Park, which was a few blocks from the house, where there were a bunch of trails, and overlooked Rich’s Passage; maybe I would see some of the ferry boats. I put on a thong, and a pair of my daddy’s old school shorts, who had passed in Iraq when I was four. Mama said I took after his side of the family, with my dirty-blonde hair, which I put up in a high ponytail with a black scrunchy. And after putting on my trainers, I was out the door. It was in the low sixties and there was a crisp breeze, which is normal for May.

I wanted to take it easy, to stay around eight-minute miles, which is leisurely. But, sometimes, if you run hard every day, you don’t take a day off; you cruise, get loose, and pamper your muscles, to just help get all the lactic acid out, so that I might be more aggressive Sunday morning.

Jim’s T-shirt must have been from junior high, as it was tight across my chest; with the breeze off the water, the cotton fabric was rubbing my nipples, and they got hard as the rubbing continued.

I had learned this in IT language class that C++, an old development language, that a simple teaching program to create was called a ‘do-loop’ and my nipples were a half-inch long and it was hard to ignore what the do-loop was doing to my nipples.

Then this tall, red-headed man came out of a side trail, and just took up running next to me. He was tall, maybe six-foot-six, and was wearing a University of Washington rowing crew shirt, and long, gold bayburt escort shorts to capture the Husky colors of purple and gold. His legs seemed to go forever, and he was wearing purple Adidas trainers that must have been a size fourteen, at least.

“You’re a runner, obviously. What’s your objective this morning?”

‘How’d he know I’m a runner,’ flashed through my mind. “Umm, I’m doing eights as a wind down from the week for twenty five minutes, and drop to two tens to warm down, and then do sevens for ten thousand tomorrow. How did you know I’m a runner?”

Nonchalantly, he replied, “Well your ass and your legs are exquisite.”

My mouth flew open. “Excuse me! You perv,” and burst off from the dickwad old man.

But within ten strides, or so, he was easily loping beside me.

“Easy there, Flicka. You’re Judy Martin, right? Sissy’s daughter?”

I just stared at him not responding, and ran harder to get away, which was not going to happen.

He said, “Your mom sent me to get you and for you to come home for lunch; she has an announcement to make.”

I cut across the grass and up the hill to the street which was a big incline, and he did not stay with me. I cut across the street and through a grade-school friend’s yard, and made it my home before him. My mom was in the front room in a light-yellow sundress with daisy flowers, and she held her left hand out to me– showing me this huge diamond ring, and squealed at me.

Everyone was there, Jim and Tim; I could not, would not, tell my Mama what the perv had said to me. P

I asked her, “Who is he?”

“His name is Bart Green and he’s the head of mortgage lending at the bank, Bremerton National, where I work. He’s hot,” she squealed, and then hugged me.

Mama was thirty-seven, five-foot-six with red hair, and had so much jiggling happening when she moved in any way. Turn her head, and those huge boobies went with her a nanosecond later, and banged into each other; her ass and thighs must have been sixty inches around, I didn’t know for sure. She must have weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds.

A couple of years after daddy died, she told Jim and me that she had to get on with life, and was going to join a dance club on Friday and Saturday nights, and that Grammy Martin would stay with the two of us those nights.

Bremerton was a small place– one high school and a community college, so by the time we were in junior high, we started to hear about how Mama was fucking some girl’s dad, that the girl was pissed, and she let us know about it.

So stupidly, I asked, “Sweetie, how do you know that?”

“Sunday morning, mom was bent over a chair, nude, with her hands and legs tied to the chair legs, and she’d been whipped all over her back by your mom. My dad was tied to the bed, with clothespins on his nipples, his foreskin and his ball sack.”

I said, “Bullshit!”

She showed me the pics on her phone, and I apologized. “I had no idea at all. My dad’s been dead for ten years now and she told us she joined a dance club. Please send me the pics, I’ll see if I can do something.”

I’d never been so mortified. I told Jim and showed him the pictures. He said he’d known for a while, and had been talking with Grammy Martin, who thought our mother was, and he quoted, “A very sick cunt.” She was going to talk to a lawyer to see if she could get custody of us. She was going to talk to Mama Tuesday night.

Whatever happened, it didn’t go well for Grammy in one way, but in another, it was okay. We had to piece it together later, when we were in high school and Grammy and Mama went on sex cruises to Jamaica, where they met some very nice Jamaican women and men. They started going on those cruises a couple of times a year. Mama would say she’d never seen Grammy so happy.

For one reason or another, Gramps did not go.

I approached her about the girl at school, and I got to understand the law of unintended consequences, up close and personal. Mama started bringing people home after dancing nights.

Men, women, old ladies, college students, gay men– the commonality they had was if they were not already totally submissive, after mom had at them, they were utterly owned by her. They would be moaning in ecstasy as she beat them, whipped them and fucked them.

Jim and I had the mortification of seeing and hearing friend’s parents, older kids, grandmothers, ministers fucked senseless over the course of a weekend.

Mothers made to fuck other men, cuckolding their husband in a very public way. His friends fucking his wife, and he would hear his beautiful wife scream his friend’s, or his brother’s, or his dad’s, or her dad’s name, as they filled her with their cum. They would always be telling the cuckold how his little pecker would never, ever do for her. Then, he would have to clean her slop pit that was her cunt– and the men’s cunt– never to be his again. Oh, and clean dicks off, too; then thanking bilecik escort Mama for setting her free.

There was never any sweet love back for the cuckold from the wife, thanking him for allowing her to be the slut she’d yearned to be, just humiliation. There were more than a few divorces by abandonment and some bodies found in Rich’s Passage.

Judy and Jim talked, as he got ready to graduate high school and go away to college, about how ugly it all was, and how they were appalled at where her mom seemed to be going, with little or no care about the impact on her kids.

He told Judy to focus on running and make friends during the cross-country season. Judy knew it was the right advice and she did, but it was just with the girls on the team. Jim installed a bolt lock on the inside of Judy’s bedroom door and reinforced the frame and bought her some soundproof headphones, which allowed her security and the release uninterrupted sleep gave her.

Back to the present, no prom date, and Mama’s fuckwad fiancé, who had hit on Judy her new reality.

Mama quietly knocked on her door, quietly saying, “Open up, baby girl, I have a surprise for you.”

Judy had pulled her headphones off during the night, and could hear her, so with a groan, she stretched X and padded barefoot to open up the door. Mama had a dress bag over her arm, and jiggled her way into Judy’s bedroom, and hung the bag over the window valence. She unzipped the bag, pulled out this lilac gown, and held it out for Judy.

“Put it on, baby girl, put it on,” she said, in a high pitched voice.

Judy took the dress and knew it was very expensive; it was silk, actually. She arched her eyebrows at Mama.

“One of my dear gay boyfriends works for a Paris haute couture house, doing design work for the in-house people to finish up on. He wants so much to be open and out as a woman. Try it on, baby girl.”

Upon the reveal, Judy saw that it had a very high neck and completely open back, that there was a deep slit in the front and back, as the dress would open up to an inch or so below her crotch and ass.

Wordlessly, she pulled off her T-shirt and shorts she slept in, and stood there in a pink thong and nothing else. She pulled it on slowly over her head, careful not to tear the neckline, pulling it down across her face. She tucked her chin in, and it slid down, resting several inches up on her neck, almost as if there was a built-in choker.

Mama gently pulled down, so that several inches of her butt crack were exposed, and her hard glorious ass was fully displayed, with her pink thong being openly shown.

The slits in the front and back showed the thong in front and her pink untouched rosebud as she turned around. Mama came up to me, reached out, and softly twisted both her nipples under the silk. Both long, thick nipples poked outrageously through the silk, and Judy realized the silk was sheer and they could be seen. Her untouched cunt immediately started leaking. i

Mama’s nostrils flared as the musky, sweaty aroma filled the room. She said, “I told you, baby girl, you’re beautiful before and I tell you now, people will seek you out to fuck you and you will crave that now and always will.” She paused, and then loudly said, “Boys, come in!”

They must have been just outside the door, because Jim and Tim quickly came through the open door and they were topless, just wearing long shorts, and sweating as if they’d been working out. Their smell of sweat invaded her nose and mouth and her chest heaved when she saw them half-naked. She was staring, as were they– Tim’s blue eyes and Jim’s green eyes, holding the glance. ‘Sweet Jesus, she knew!’ she thought, ‘Mama was right!’ In her heart, she knew they were both going to fuck her, and regularly.

Mama said, “Boys, what do you think?”

Jim said, “We want to take you to the prom, both of us! Okay?”

Without consciously understanding it, Judy slowly moved to the boys and reached up with both arms, and put them around Jim’s and Tim’s necks. First, she softly kissed Tim on his lips, her tongue tip gently touched his lips, and before Jim could react, she turned and repeated it with her brother. Her legs were against their quads and she felt the twitch of Tim’s cock, and a nanosecond later, Jim’s, too. She started grinding back and forth, first one thigh, then back with the other.

Mama gently pulled Judy away a foot or so. “Baby girl, in the back, the thong shows and looks tacky as fuck, and in front, that riot of wet, black forest has got to go. It’s not blonde like the hair. Don’t you think so, boys?”

Mama gently tugged the dress up, showing the thick, black bush escaping the front of the thong. P

She continued, “Obviously, we get you a full wax or even laser it off permanently; although, I know many older men and women, who will rant that eating cunt with a bush is half the treat, sucking on and pulling the bush is good for massive orgasms, and, bingöl escort of course, piercings in the clit and lips, too. Oh, and tattoos, too, but maybe not for prom night.” She chewed on her lip, then said, “Judy’s temperature control is seemingly broken, as she is so hot and her cunt seems to have turned into an aerosol spray.”

Judy was twisting slowly, as Mama asked the questions, and she involuntarily reached up, rubbed her nipples and moaned hoarsely, and looked at the boys. “Isn’t somebody going to fuck me? Fuck, what is wrong with me? Please, maybe teach me how to do everything. I love both of you. Please God, I’m going to die here if nobody touches me.”

Mama came to me, carefully pulled the dress off, and whispered in my ear, “Baby girl, it’s in our blood. You’re a slut. I fucked daddy’s friends when he was in Iraq, too; it’s what we do. You’re going to break their hearts, have fun, baby. If you blink, they will come running. But so will so many others. Don’t embarrass them publicly.”

Tim sank down in front of me, and pulled my thong down to my feet. I stepped out of it, and he grabbed my ass, pulling my cunt into his face. His tongue felt long and flat, as big as a cow’s tongue front to back, and my cunt gushed some more, and my hips rotated circularly. I pressed his face hard into my mound, pulling the back of his head into me.

And Jim– oh fuck– Jim was kissing me hard and his cock was standing straight up against my hip. My hand found the head of his cock on its own, and I softly pulled it on it with my long index and middle fingers, and he moaned in my mouth. Then Tim, sweet baby Tim, started flicking my clit with his tongue and then he was literally sucking on it. My clit must have been so long and I exploded! My legs couldn’t hold me, but Tim held me up, and Jim’s cock sprayed all over my side and hand, as he bellowed in my mouth.

I opened my eyes and Mama was pulling on her nipples, stuck her tongue out at me, and slipped out my door. I pulled my hand up to my face, and licked my cum-coated fingers and tasted Jim’s cum which was bitter and salty, sort of like salted peanuts that were slimy. I decided cum was just fine. I gently pulled on Tim’s cock head and he looked up at me.

I said, “Come here, baby.”

He stood up, and I kissed him. Our tongues darted in each other’s mouth, mine still full of Jim’s cum and his with my cunt-cum.

“Baby, you’re both my lovers and there is going to be so much cum in my cunt and mouth, and I’m sharing everything. Doesn’t it taste good and salty?”

I dropped to my knees, pulled his shorts down, and his long, thin cock was leaking badly. I licked all around the head, he was salty but sort of sweet, and I wondered if every guy’s cum was different. I knew that sucking dick was going to be its own reward. I was able to get the first two inches and then three, and I started humming on his hard dick which was like a badminton racket handle. He grabbed my head with both hands, and I swallowed and it went well down into my throat. I couldn’t breathe, and started banging my hands against his hips. He pulled out of my throat, and I sucked in a massive breath of air through my nose.

He said, “That’s right, breathe through your nose, sweetness!”

Just like that, my face was buried in his rough pubic hair, and I was inhaling air through my nose. His cock seemed to swell, then I could feel his balls on my chin, pulsing– and I knew he was cumming in my throat, straight into my tummy. It would not stop, I swear, it was a couple of minutes, but it might have been thirty seconds. I didn’t taste him though, as none of it was in my mouth. It was so exciting to suck him off– my first blowjob. I would have to remember to ask Mama for some techniques to try. It was like Christmas morning in May.

I asked, “Who is going to fuck me? I’m still a virgin, and don’t worry, before we’re done, I’ll fuck both of you, okay?”

They were looking at me like I was a unicorn they saw for the first time.

“Please don’t hate me, but when we go to the prom, I do not want to not be worrying about bleeding on my dress and we’re going to fuck on the dance floor and in the car, I mean I’m seeing it as my slut coming-out party.”

They were still quiet and then I thought of something and ran to the door and opened it, and Mama almost fell in; she’d been listening. P

“Mama, I need to get on the pill, right? Do you have any, umm, prophylactics?”

Mama let out a belly laugh causing a tsunami of tits, belly rolls, and chins to move. She said, “Let me see what you’re working with,” as she looked at their already hard dicks. “Oh baby, you’re so lucky, and I have some extra-longs that will work just fine.”

Tim picked me up and carried me to the couch and gently laid me down and was between my legs kissing and nibbling softly on my thighs. I wanted to take his gorgeous cock deep into my pussy, which seemed to ache by then, and my hips were rolling up against his face.

“Sweet– fucking– Jesus, will you please just stick that huge thing in me and fuck me all night long.

“Shiiiit, fuck me!” His fat, thick, long cock plunged through my hymen. “Ohhhh, that hurts!”

He stopped immediately. “Are you okay, baby?” in a deeply soulful voice, asking me.

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All I wanted was an oil change and front-end alignment. Being new in town, I asked the motel manager if there is a good mechanic in town. He suggested Tony’s Auto and it’s just down the street. Perfect. I’m staying at the motel until the work is finished on the two-room house I had just purchased.

I pulled into Tony’s lot and walked toward the open bay. I saw the mechanic under the hood doing his magic. I didn’t want to startle him, so I said in a quiet tone,

“Hello, how are you, sir?”

The mechanic slowly came out from under the hood, and I was looking into the prettiest brown eyes I have seen in a long time. OK, Jim, defense mode and it better be good.

“Holy cow, I beg your pardon. I am so embarrassed.”

She stood there for a minute with her hands on her hips. Oh, man, I am in deep shit. Finally, after tormenting me for a full minute, she started to laugh.

“Are you surprised to see a female grease monkey? Things like this do happen. My name is Antionette or Tony. I learned to work on vehicles in the Army. My dad was into cars, and I just got the bug from him. How can I help you.”

“I need an oil change and a front-end alignment on my “99 Ford Taurus. I know she’s old, but she runs pretty well, and I just can’t part with her. I call her Baby Doll.”

“I understand. You guys have more of a love affair with your car than the ladies. Can you leave Baby Doll? I can probably get to her tomorrow. Will that work for you?”

“That’s cool. My name is Jim, Jim Brody. I’m staying at the motel until they finish working on the house I just bought. It’s the old Murphy’s place. I love the “old” that the place still has.”

“Where’s a good place to eat?”

“You HAVE to go to Suzy’s Supper Stop. She has a killer burger, or the best roast beef you will have this side of the world. And, disclaimer, I’ve known Suzy since grade school.”

I thanked Tony for her advice. As I was walking out of the bay door Tony yelled after me,

“Just as a heads up – Suzy is a girl. No surprises this time”

We had a good laugh over that. Little did I know how this meeting would affect my world.

I felt like a stuffed turkey when I left Suzy’s. The seven-block walk to the motel seemed like seven miles. As passed Tony’s Auto, I laughed at myself again.

The following day, I got a call from Tony. She was apologizing like crazy.

“Jim, I’m sorry, but I won’t have Baby Doll finished today. The Sheriff stopped by with the squad car. It keeps stopping on him, so I had to bump you.”

“Hey, Tony, no problem. I work from home, so there is no problem. Just let me know when she’s done, and I’ll pick her up”

“You’re a doll, thanks a bunch.”

On Friday, I was getting ready to head for Suzy’s, when there was a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I was curious about who it could be. I opened the door and got the shock of my life. It was Tony, but not Tony. It was Antionette. I must have looked like a fool just standing there mesmerized by this beautiful “grease monkey”.

“Tony! Ah, Ton, a, I mean Antionette? You’re beautiful!”

“Thank you. I hoped you would approve. You allowed me to work on your Baby Doll, the least I could do, is return it to you properly.”

“Good God lady, you didn’t have to do all of this, I mean you’re beautiful, but just for me, I mean.”

“When you’re done stammering, you can take me to dinner at Suzy’s in Baby Doll. I am a lady, so I do want to go in style, and on the arm of a good-looking guy.”

“I AM honored. It will be my pleasure to escort a beautiful lady to dinner. And, may I add, not just anyone is special to sit in Baby Doll. No one in fifteen years has been allowed to grace her passenger seat.”

“Jim, you are one of the best bullshitters I have heard in years.”

Tony and I stood in the doorway laughing and enjoying the moment.

When we got to Suzy’s, Suzy had her busboy open the door with a towel over his arm and escorted us to the table. With a gallant wave of his hand, he presented us with the menu. The entire time Suzy is behind the counter laughing like crazy.

Tony and I had a great meal. The roast beef was divine. When we were finished, I asked Tony if she would like to have a drink or two.

“The Town Hall is a nice place. I think you would like it.” Tony suggested.

It was a very nice place. We found a table by the wall and ordered our drinks. The music was romantic to match the atmosphere. We exchanged backgrounds and other stories of our past.

Tony was left at the altar. It still brought a tear to her eye. I told her about how I almost married, but she changed her mind, per her rich father. So, life continues.

The Town Hall was closing, and I asked Tony where she lived so I could drive her home.

“Tony, you look beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I hate for the night to end. But it is late, and I know you have a business to run.”

“Jim, just drop me off at the shop. I have an apartment behind it. It’s my home.”

“Antionette, I may get shot bitlis escort for this, but tonight, I don’t want to walk you to a bay door to say goodnight. My house will be done next week, and I would like to take you to the hotel, but I can imagine what the town would say. I can offer you the other bed in my motel room, with all the privacy it will allow. What I’m trying to say is, I mean, you look so — “

“Jim, you’re stammering again. To tell you the truth, I would be so disappointed if you would drop me off at the shop. I have been hoping you would ask me to go home with you. I know you’re at the motel, but I also know you. Jim, I trust you and I am very attracted to you. I want to go home with you. I want to spend the rest of the night with you.”

We were just in time to purchase some beer and wine before the Grab and Go close. I told Tony, I will go in because I don’t want to start any gossip. She smiled back at me.

When we got to the motel, it was the beginning of a wonderful night. I put the beverages in the mini cooler and turned to Tony. She was unbuttoning her blouse, but I had to interrupt her, I took her in my arms, and gave her a long deep kiss. Tony let out a soft moan even though our lips were still connected.

We had our arms wrapped around each other and I began kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear lobes. She was kissing my neck and rubbing my back. We parted, slightly, and I was looking into her beautiful brown eyes. She locked her eyes on mine and began to remove her blouse. Then she lifted my shirt over my head smiling while she let her bra drop to the floor. Our lips met again, and our tongues began to enhance the lust that was building. I began to unzip her jeans and slide them over her hips. She pulled back from my lips and looked into my eyes with a love I have never seen from a woman.

Tony put her hand on my jeans and felt my erection. She gently grabbed it through my jeans and let out a sensual sigh. She unzipped my jeans and pushed the to the floor. She had me step out of them. She did the same with my briefs. Her hand wrapped around my stiff rod, and with her other hand, she removed her panties. Lifting one leg then the other, she pushed them to the floor and stepped out. She put my erection between her silky thighs and began moving back and forth with me between her legs. It was maddening. I wanted to throw her on the bed and attack her, so to speak, but I could not break the sexual mood Tony had set.

She touched my shoulders and obediently sat on the edge of the bed. She knelt between my legs and began licking my cock. Slowly up one side and down the other. Without notice, she sucked me into her mouth and didn’t stop until the entire shaft was in her mouth. I was losing my mind. Her mouth was a sexual vacuum. I was losing control quickly. It was as if she knew I was getting close, she stopped sucking me and turned her attention to my scrotum.

Tony was licking and sucking my balls like her plan was to suck them until their contents erupted through my shaft. I looked down at her and she was looking at me. She had a smile on her face that said she knew I was her sexual captive. I belonged to her.

With one quick maneuver, she had my cock in her mouth. This time she did not stop until she drained me. When I thought I had nothing left she continued. I almost passed out.

“Did I make you happy?’

I looked at Tony, sitting back on her heels, “You have no idea how wonderful you have made me feel. Not my beautiful Antoinette, I hope to give you the same feeling of pure ecstasy.”

I helped her from the floor. She looked at my cock and smiled knowing she had given me so much pleasure.

I wrapped my arms around my sensual partner and began giving her a long kiss. I then turned her around so I could place my limp cock between her butt cheeks. I was kissing her neck and fondling her swollen breasts. Her nipples were hard, and I made sure they received a good rubbing from my thumb and forefinger, as I began to pull on them. She let out a soft moan.

I gently laid her on the bed and lay next to her. When she looked over at me, she had a look of anticipation and desire. I pulled her to me and started kissing her again. It wasn’t long before I began to kiss and suck her full breasts. As soon as I started Tony inhaled sharply and let out a long low moan. Somewhere in that moan, the word “yes” sounded. I would alternate sucking her breasts and nipping her hard nipples. Then I crawled on top of her.

When I was on top, Tony spread her legs and I was able to nestle my torso between them. As a distraction from sucking her breasts, I slowly slid my hard cock into her waiting womanhood.

“Oh, yes.” Tony sighed

Stroking her hot sex sleeve and sucking and nibbling her nipples just made Tony a sex machine. She began humping back at every stroke. Sometimes she would hold my head on her breast as though she was having a mini orgasm. But I had other plans for my seductress.

I pushed away from her bolu escort and withdrew my cock from her. She looked at me like she was going to cry and whimpered. I slid down and put her legs over my shoulder. I looked at her with a smile of passion. Her eyes went wide, and she started to pant slowly. I placed my mouth on her wanting pussy and began to lick ever so lightly. She mewed and pushed her pelvis forward, but I kept her at length. I sucked her clit into my mouth and started spanking it with my tongue. Tony was starting to whimper. I eased up and again lightly licked her soft wet woman’s lips. She let out a sound of disappointment.

After a few seconds, I began giving her womanhood the real attention she deserves. I would lick her sweet opening up and down for several seconds and then descend on her clit. This time I sucked it into my mouth and began to spank it in earnest with my tongue. Tony grabbed my head and started bucking against my demanding tongue. I continued my oral onslaught until it happened. Tony let loose with a volcanic eruption of her female orgasm. She covered my mouth and chin moaning yes.

I released my arms from her legs. They dropped to my side. I looked at Tony, she looked exhausted. A sexually satisfied woman.

She reached out her arms to me. I lowered myself on her. She was smiling and still panting heavily. Then the look of realization came over her face. I was sliding my hard cock into her steaming pussy again. I started my slow stroke as I looked at her beautiful brown eyes.

She wrapped her legs around me and grabbed my ass. I gently slid my demanding staff into her wanting opening. With every stroke, she let out a moan or a whimper. It wasn’t long before our orgasms united inside her.

The sun was just rising to greet Sunday when the two lovers went to sleep in each other’s arms.

Tony and Jim went to Suzy’s for lunch, too late for breakfast. When they walked in the door Suzy just grinned, and Tony blushed.

“Nice to see you two up and around again.” Suzy chuckled at them as she poured the coffee.

“What would you like to have?”

Jim had ham and eggs and Tony wanted sausage. When she ordered Suzy looked at her and began to laugh, “I guess you want patties, probably had enough link last night.”

They finished lunch and Tony wanted to go to the park. She wanted to talk to Jim.

“Jim, I love you, you know that. But there is something you need to know. There was a reason I was left at the altar. It was his way of getting back at me when he found out Suzy and I are lovers. When he talked to Suzy’s husband, he filed for divorce. Suzy and I got even closer. We were both devastated.”

Jim sat there for a second thinking of how he would approach the subject. and turned to Tony.

He looked her straight in the eye and Tony began to her inside.

“Tony, I know.”

“You know? How could you? I didn’t tell you and I doubt Suzy would say anything. How?”

“The way you two look at each other. I just knew there was a special bond between you both. Before you say any more, let me have a minute. I understand, it is not an issue for me. There will be times when you and Suzy may want to be together and have private time. It’s okay. She is a great person, like you.”

Tony looked at Jim as if in a trance of disbelief. She was visibly shaking now. Her eyes never left Jim’s and she began to tear up. As the first tear started its journey down her cheek, one from the other eye decided to follow suit. Tony jumped at Jim and wrapped her arms around him.

“Oh God, Jim. Are you sure, do you feel that way? Honestly?”

She was crying and whimpering with her head buried in Jim’s neck. She started to sob.

When she had finally recovered, she pulled her head from the safety of Jim’s neck.

“I love you so much.”

They sat for several minutes discussing the new lifestyle they were approaching. When Tony’s phone rang. It was Suzy. She was curious about how the conversation went. Tony related the entire scenario with tears of joy streaming from her shining brown eyes. During the conversation, having a dinner celebration came up. Tony looked at me and I agreed. The dinner would be at the Town Hall.

Precisely at seven, Antoinette, Suzette, and James arrived at the Town Hall. The ladies looked fabulous, and James was dashing.

James helped to seat the ladies and ordered a nice bottle of wine to begin the festivities. They casually enjoyed the wine and then ordered. Nowhere in the world were there three happier souls. After dinner, James ordered another bottle of wine. The slowly enjoyed his choice of wine and prepared to leave. They motioned for the waiter.

When the waiter came to the table, he inquired if everything was to his satisfaction. Then the waiter asked if there was anything else. James said nothing else was needed and the food and service were excellent. The waiter handed James the check and said,

“Your signature if you would please.”

James signed the check burdur escort and helped the ladies from their chairs. They were looking at each other in total disbelief. Who was James Brody? Just signs for a dinner at a nice restaurant.

While Tony was getting dressed, Jim called ahead and made a deal with the owner. He gave the owner his credit card and asked him to ad twenty percent for the waiter. He never told the girls.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and Jim had a project he needed to finish for a client. He was elbow-deep in his work when Tony came in with a sandwich and cold soda. She set them on his desk and turned to leave. He looked up and smiled at her and said thank you. She knew there would be these times, just like times when she would be late for her shop.

Around three-thirty, Suzy knocked on the back door and waved. Tony let her in and met her with a hug and kiss.

“Jim is butt deep in a project; I take it.”

“Yes Suzy, I took him some lunch at one, and he said he was about finished. He looked tired”

“Tony, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Suzy asked with an impish mischievous smile.

“Ah, yes I am Sweetheart, yes I am.”

Jim came out of his office, and he looked very tired.

“Amen. The Thomason project is in the folder just waiting to go to the post. That one got thicker than I thought it would. My ass is dragging. Tony, thanks for lunch, that was so sweet. Hey Suzy, how is my Lady?”

“I’m doing good. I’m not staying, Tony said you were working hard, and you do look like you could use a hot shower and a nap.”

“You talked me into it. Ladies, if you will pardon me.

As soon as Jim left the room, the two girls started to giggle. Suzy made a mad dash for the door telling Tony she would be back within thirty minutes. Tony was off to the races. She waited until Jim was finished with his shower, then she hopped in the shower and started to get ready. She was in her robe while she was putting leftovers in the oven, but she didn’t turn the oven on. Then she rushed back to the bath for the finishing touches. She had just run back into the kitchen when Suzy gently knocked on the door. Tony motioned her in. They looked at each other in anticipation.

“We’re bad, aren’t we?”, Tony said.

“I don’t know about that, but for the first time, we better be damned good. I’m starting to — “

“Don’t say it, Suzy, I’m getting hot enough.

Jim crawled into the kitchen and came to a dead stop. Seeing the girls dressed in their sexy bedroom attire and makeup would draw any man within fifty feet. Jim was speechless. Tony had dressed for him many times but seeing the two together was almost more than his heart could take.

“Jim, a, you see, Suzy and I were going to have some time together. I put dinner in the oven, but I forgot to turn the oven on. How about if you go into the living room and I’ll bring you a beer? As soon as dinner is hot, I’ll come and get you.”

“I can do that. Why don’t you girls go on with your plans?”

Suzy took Jim by the arm and led him to the bedroom. He looked at her trying to process what was happening. The door closed; Jim turned around to see Tony there with a beer. She had her seductive look and Suzy had a look of desire on her face. They removed his robe and briefs and set him on the edge of the bed.

Tony sat next to him and started kissing him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Suzy was kneeling between his legs and started licking and sucking his balls. Tony lay back with Jim and held her breast for him to suck. He had just started sucking Tony’s breast when he felt his erection being swallowed by Suzy. This went on for several minutes when the girls stopped to change positions.

They put Jim completely on the bed. Tony lowered her wet opening to Jim’s mouth and Suzy mounted his cock. Tony was rocking back and forth almost in unison with Suzy riding up and down on his cock. He was trying to lick every ounce of honey from Tony’s sweet, scented pussy, and Suzy was determined not to leave one sperm in his balls.

The threesome continued their sexual adventure amongst moans and groans of pleasure.

Tony was the first to orgasm. Her heavy breathing, the smile on her face full of lust, the final moan as she released her honey into Jim’s mouth. She turned to look at Suzy. She was riding Jim and rubbing her clit. Tony went over to her and placed a breast in her mouth. With that Suzy began her orgasm. Her riding of Jim’s cock continued. Without warning, Jim grabbed Tony’s hot round ass and buried his head in her wet opening. Within seconds of doing that, Jim was exploding inside Suzy. With each shot of lava Suzy would moan. When he had finished, Jim gently helped Suzy from on top of him. The threesome lay on the bed exhausted.

After a few minutes, the breathing was almost back to normal. Jim put his arm around the girl’s neck and pulled them close. They moved Jim’s hand to their breast and let out a soft sigh.

“I must admit ladies, I am speechless. I never expected this wonderful moment to happen. I thought we agreed that you two could have your private time together.”

Suzy said, “We did agree to that. But Tony and I have been talking. We have an opportunity to be ourselves, but we also have a man that cares about us and will take care of us.”

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Hi all

Long time, no see.

I’m sorry for the long absence. Honestly, it’s a combination of writer’s block and a touch of insecurity. And that’s not to say that I haven’t been trying – it feels like every other week, a new story idea comes to me, I’ll bash out a few pages, and then stop, realise it’s not really going anywhere, and discard it for the next one. Anyway, after years and years of this cycle, I’ve finally managed to stick the landing on this one. It’s not very long, but it’s something. I hope you enjoy it!

Few announcements. First of all, one thing I’ve realised is that I’ve been violating the cardinal rule of storytelling, to have a beginning, middle and end, and I’ve been writing stories without an end. So now, I’m not going to write any more stories that I don’t have an ending for. What this means, sadly, is that I’m done with writing series. From now on, my stories will be self-contained. And this unfortunately means that most of my series that didn’t have a conclusion probably won’t have one now. None of them have a sad ending though – they’re all ‘happily ever after.’

Second, since describing the characters in the body of my stories was beginning to feel a bit clunky, I’ve decided to write brief descriptions of the appearances of the key characters at the beginning. If nothing else, it’s a helpful reference point.

Third, I’m afraid I can’t make any promises for when my next stories will come out. But I can promise that I’ll put in every bit of effort I can to make them happen!

Stay safe!

Cheers

GT

=== Character descriptions ===

Sophie: 22 years old, short, with long, straight blonde hair, green eyes and pale skin. Cute face with a small, button nose. Very skinny frame, with average sized boobs and a small bum. Holly’s stepsister. Posh accent.

Holly: 23 years old, slightly taller than Sophie, but still much shorter than Emily. Shoulder-length hair, brunette, also straight, with grey eyes, olive skin, a slightly more muscular frame, with slightly smaller boobs and a slightly larger bum. Sophie’s stepsister and Emily’s girlfriend. Also has a posh accent.

Emily: 23 years old, very tall, with long, curly red hair and freckles and bright green eyes. An athletic, statuesque frame, muscular legs and stomach, large boobs and perfect bum. Scottish, with thick accent.

=== Story ===

Sophie was not a morning person.

Bleary-eyed and with a face like a zombie, she was sitting at the small table in her living room, barely able to concentrate on her spoon as she slowly worked her way through a small bowl of Shreddies. Fortunately, she had no lectures today – though what she would do instead, she wasn’t entirely sure.

Still, it was nice to rest up a little, and perhaps catch up on some coursework.

Her scrambled thoughts were jolted into reality by the sound of her stepsister, Holly’s door opening down the hall and some very heavy footsteps heading towards the living room. And just as she was lifting another heaped spoonful up to her mouth, the door suddenly flew open and in walked Emily, her stepsister’s girlfriend.

“Heyyy!”

Forcing a smile despite herself, Sophie raised a hand. “Morning,” she replied.

“Sleep well?” Emily asked, making her way into the kitchen and rummaging through the fridge.

“Yeah, I slept all right,” Sophie lied.

In truth, sleep always took a long time coming whenever Emily was visiting – because, unfortunately, so did Emily. And she seemed to be determined to let everyone in the building know when she did.

“Had a fun night?”

“You know it,” Emily grinned, winking at her.

“I… I meant… your dinner.”

“I know. And so did I. Why, what did you think I meant?”

“Never mind,” Sophie put her spoon down and pretended to wipe sleep from her eyes to mask her holding the bridge of her nose in frustration. She could almost cope with Emily’s teasing – even this early in the morning. And she wasn’t overly bothered by the fact that she was now helping herself to Sophie’s cereal.

But why the fuck did she have to walk around with barely any clothes on?

Every single breakfast the morning after spending the night, it was the same. She would be wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a skimpy top with no bra, her huge boobs almost tearing through it and her rock-hard nipples poking right out, challenging her to a staring contest. Today was no different – only the panties were white lace, and the top was pink.

I bet you she eats standing up, Sophie thought to herself.

Sure enough, Emily paced around the table and ate her cereal, nattering away about nothing in particular while Sophie tried to keep her eyes fixed on her bowl and ignore the girl’s crotch and cute, perky bum, which were right at eye level for her.

Eventually, though, Sophie was finished with her cereal. She got up – taking care not to accidentally go face-first into Emily’s crotch – and balıkesir escort went to clear her bowl away.

“Right. I need to head back to my room. Loads of work to do. I’ll see you later.”

“See ya, girl!”

She went to go past Emily, but as she did so, Emily stopped her.

“Can I have a hug?” she asked.

“Okay,” Sophie reluctantly agreed. Because the height difference, her face was pressed almost right in between the girl’s boobs as she embraced her. She had to keep completely still so she didn’t accidentally motorboat her.

This girl has literally just woken up, and she’d spent the night fucking. How did she smell so nice?

“Have a nice day, lovely. I’ll see you later,” she kissed her forehead, and released her. Sophie headed out into the hall, just in time to see Holly leaving the bathroom.

“Morning,” she mumbled.

“Morning,” Holly mumbled back. “Did you sleep al-“

“Yes!” Sophie shot back.

Holly sighed. “I’m so sorry, Soph. It’s just, we got back quite a bit later, and…”

“No, it’s fine. Sorry, I shouldn’t have been so snappy,” Sophie said, more gently. “It’s just…”

“No, I get it. I get it completely. And I promise we’ll try to be more discreet in future. Listen, I need to have a shower -“

“Yes, you do,” Sophie cut in, cheekily, making a show of wrinkling her nose, followed by an “Ow!” as Holly punched her lightly in the arm.

“SO, I’ll need to get going,” Holly continued. “But there’s something I wanted to talk to you about. Are you in all day?”

“Yeah. I’ll be in my room.”

“Okay. I’ll come by when Emmy goes to work.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

She made her way to her room, trying not to rush. But once she was inside, she quickly locked the door, climbed back under the covers and dug her hands into her soaking wet knickers.

The truth was, Sophie didn’t dislike Emily at all. Quite the opposite. Her problem was that she fancied the pants off her. She was hot, she was funny, she was charming and she was flirty. She was every bit Sophie’s type. Apart from the fact that she was dating her stepsister.

If Holly had been any other person, Sophie might’ve avoided spending time with them, since she struggled to cope with situations where she had a crush on someone who was so inaccessible to her. But Holly had been her stepsister for 10 years, they’d gone through all of their awkward teenage years together, and had supported each other through their big ‘coming out’ moments – first when Holly had come out as bisexual, and then a year later when Sophie had come out as a lesbian. Plus, they had been living together in this flat for three years, since they started university. By that point, Holly’s relationship with Emily was still quite new, and she was only her second girlfriend, so Sophie had been so happy for her.

Fortunately, Holly was a very laid-back person, and not the jealous type. She was always apologetic about her girlfriend’s exhibitionist streak, and didn’t mind that she flirted with Sophie. For her part, Sophie had grown used to keeping herself together and pretending to be unaffected by it. At least until she had privacy.

Once she had finished herself off – biting down on her pillow to muffle her screams – and cleaned up, she changed into her normal clothes, sat at her desk, opened her laptop and got started.

***

Knock knock knock

“Come in!” Sophie closed her laptop and swivelled round in her chair.

“Hiya,” Holly entered. “Are you free?”

“Absolutely. You said you wanted to talk?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. Well, I hope not anyway.” She went and sat on the bed, patting the space next to her.

That was quite strange, she thought. Why would Holly want her to come and sit right next to her, rather than just across from each other like this?

She got up and went and sat next to her, crossing her legs under her. Holly sat round and looked her right in the eyes.

“So, you know how Emily and I had our anniversary dinner last night?” she began.

“Uh huh?”

“Well, for her anniversary present, I was hoping to organise something really special tomorrow night, in the flat…”

“And you want the space to yourselves? That’s absolutely fine,” Sophie cut in.

“Actually, no.” There was something about Holly’s expression as she said this that was strange. She was building to ask an uncomfortable question.

“Well, there’s something that we’ve been talking about for some time, and I thought that… just as an extra-special anniversary present, I’d ask… uhh…”

Now she was really nervous. Sophie frowned. Then she had a sudden thought.

“You’re going to ask her to marry you!?”

“What? Oh, God no!” Holly laughed. “I think we’re a bit too young for that!”

“Okay. I won’t try guessing anymore!” Sophie chuckled. “What is it you’re trying to say?”

“Look, I’ll just come straight out with it,” Holly said. “We’ve been bartın escort thinking about having an all-girl threesome. She’d really like you to be the third girl.”

One could probably have driven a bus through the silence that followed. Sophie had not been expecting this at all. To say she was shocked would be an understatement.

Finally, though, she found her voice. “And you? What do you think?”

“Well, if I’m being honest, when she asked, I had the same response as you. Us being stepsisters and all. But thinking about it, I think I’d rather we have someone I know and trust in there, rather than a complete stranger. You understand?”

“Yeah, I understand.” Sophie leaned back. “And does she know about… well… about me still being a virgin?”

Holly hung her head.

“I’m afraid so. It may have slipped out when she first suggested it. I’m really sorry.”

“No, no, it’s all right,” Sophie reassured her. “I’m not insecure about it or anything. Actually, it’s probably a good thing you told her.”

“Full disclosure, I think it’s part of the reason she’s quite keen on it. I think she likes the idea of being someone’s first.”

“So, it would just be you and me, having sex with Emily?”

“Yes. There doesn’t have to be anything between us.”

“That’s good to know.”

She was silent for a moment and thought.

“Wow, I… I was not expecting you to ask that, for sure! Hmmm… Well, I’m not going to lie to you, Holly. I certainly can’t say that I’m not… at least a little curious about the idea. Emily has always been so sweet to me.”

“That’s one way of describing it!” Holly joked.

“Yeah, I guess,” Sophie smiled.

“I know it’s a big ask, Soph,” Holly continued. “Especially as it would be your first time. So it’s completely fine if you say no. Completely fine.”

“No, you know what? It’s your anniversary present. I’m interested.”

“Really? You mean it?” A small smile of relief began to form on Holly’s face.

“Yes! I mean it!”

“Oh my gosh, fantastic!” Holly smiled. She leaned forward and they shared a brief hug. “So… would you mind if I talked you through my plan for the evening? How I envisaged everything playing out?”

“Go ahead!”

***

Sophie didn’t have any experience of threesomes – actually, scratch that, she had no experience of anything sexual. But she had a feeling that it was rare for this much planning to go into one.

Holly had spent the whole day getting the place ready for the night – tidying up, laying rose petals everywhere, lighting scented candles, the whole works. Then, after a quick bite to eat, she had asked Sophie if she could get her ready for the evening, since she was technically Emily’s present.

Sophie had foolishly agreed.

What had followed was a very long three hours of being ordered around and slaved over. First, Holly had made her take a long bath with an assortment of scented oils, and made her wash her hair with a specific shampoo and conditioner. Then she had made her moisturize, and while they were waiting for her hair to dry, she had made her try on an assortment of sexy lingerie, finally settling on a pink bodysuit with absolutely no other underwear. Then she had sat her in a chair and done her makeup, before finally drying and styling her hair.

To be fair, it was definitely worth the extra effort. Even though she wasn’t used to looking or dressing like this, she definitely felt sexy.

Holly had taken the time to get herself ready as well, although she was wearing a lovely, long, black dinner dress. Sophie had been instructed to lie on Holly’s bed, and Holly had thrown some more rose petals over her and the bed.

She had just finished, when there was a knock at the door.

“Okay, I’ll get that. You just wait here. Stay completely silent, and for God’s sake, don’t fuck up your makeup,” she whispered.

Sophie nodded, and she left the room.

Holly was gone for about fifteen minutes, and although Sophie could hear distinct conversations, they were a bit muffled through the door. She already knew roughly what Holly was doing – she had already told her that she was going to entertain Emily for a little bit and give her something to drink, before introducing her to the plans for the evening.

Finally, she heard her leading Emily to the bedroom door, and the conversation became clearer.

“You first, babe,” she heard her say.

The door opened. And Emily’s face was a picture when she saw what greeted her.

Fighting back her nerves, Sophie gave her a shy smile and a little wave.

“Oh… my God,” Emily breathed. “Is this really happening?”

“Yep,” Holly said, proudly.

“Wow. I had a few thoughts in my head about what you might’ve had planned for tonight. But I didn’t expect this!”

She went and sat down on the bed, opposite Sophie. Reaching out, she tenderly brushed some of her hair behind her ear.

“May I?” she asked.

Sophie nodded, bashfully. batman escort Emily placed a hand on her cheek, leaned in and kissed her. At first, it was a soft, delicate kiss with her lips gently brushing against Sophie’s. Then she felt her tongue pushing into her mouth, and allowed it in. Their tongues entwined, and Emily’s kiss became more passionate.

After a good minute of this, Emily turned to see that Holly had slipped her dress off, revealing the dark blue, lace lingerie she had on underneath. She gestured for her to approach, and started kissing her as well.

Watching them, Sophie absent-mindedly started rubbing herself. The crotch on her bodysuit was already starting to get wet, just from the kiss. She had kissed one other girl before, quite a few times, but they had been clumsy and rushed, the kind that teenagers shared when learning how to do it. This one had been slow, careful and tender. It was amazing.

When Emily broke off her kiss with Holly, she turned back to Sophie, and there was a look on her face that she had never seen before – a look that was so full of lust that it looked almost feral.

Without breaking eye contact, she lifted her hips up, reached under her skirt and slid her panties down her legs. Once they were off, she got up and crawled over to Sophie.

Grabbing her by the legs, she pulled her down the bed, and climbed onto her. She kissed her again, and then started kissing and suckling her neck. Sophie let out a gasp as she did so, and then a moan when Emily removed one of her breasts from behind the thin fabric of the bodysuit and started to suck and nibble it.

Behind her, Holly had pushed the dress up a little. She spread her pussy lips and started to hungrily eat her out. Emily moaned into Sophie’s boobs, but continued her attention, removing the other boob from its hiding place and alternating between the two.

She stopped what she was doing and slid the dress up over her head. Throwing it aside, she reached behind her and unclipped her bra. Now fully nude, she climbed further up Sophie’s body – drawing a small yelp of protest from Holly as her pussy suddenly got pulled away from her, and she had to chase it. Taking each boob in her hand, one-by-one, she began to feed them to Sophie.

“That’s it, suck on them, baby,” she whispered. “Show ’em some love. Ooh yes, baby, yes!” She exhaled loudly as Sophie suckled, and as Holly continued to eat her out.

With two girls working on her, Emily’s moans began to get louder and louder – she was reaching orgasm far quicker than either had known her to. But after a minute, she stopped them.

“Hold on,” she said breathlessly. “I have a better idea. I’ll lie down flat. Sophie, you go down to the end and eat me out. I’m really, really close, and I want you to bring a girl to orgasm for your first time. Holly, you come up here and ride my face. It’s your turn for some attention.”

Both girls acquiesced, and each moved into their new positions, with Holly removing her underwear and climbing up onto Emily’s face. At the other end, after removing her bodysuit, Sophie lay down between Emily’s legs and stared at her soft, hairless and bright pink pussy, which had been taunting her for the last few years.

Sophie started with a few experimental licks – she was surprised to discover that she liked the taste. She hadn’t been sure what to expect, but hadn’t expected it to be as pleasant as it was. Remembering something from the most recent video she’d watched, Sophie began to carefully but firmly massage around the lips, teasing them with her tongue and very gently biting on them.

The moaning at the other end of the bed indicated that she was on the right track.

Carefully spreading Emily with her hands, Sophie searched for, and eventually found her clit. Sucking it into her mouth, she began to roll it around on her tongue. This drew a very immediate response. Grabbing her by the thighs to hold her steady, Sophie buried her face in Emily’s pussy and began to eat her out.

At the other end, Emily was ecstatic. With Holly riding her face, and Sophie proving such a natural at eating pussy, she was having the time of her life. Before long, she was screaming loudly into Holly’s pussy as her orgasm hit. Emily normally took a long time to cum, but when she did, hers were extremely intense. It was difficult for her to concentrate, but she managed to keep up with Holly’s thrusts, and even in the throes of ecstasy, she managed to bring her to climax as well.

As their cries continued, Sophie kept up her pace, trying to prolong Emily’s orgasm as long as possible. Her pussy had become even wetter as her juices spilled out of her, and Sophie hungrily lapped them up. Listening to the girl she had fantasised about for so long making that noise was heavenly. Tasting her was another level above that.

Finally, though, the noises began to die down, and Holly climbed off of Emily, lying down by her side. They crawled into each other’s arms and started to kiss. Unsure about what to do, Sophie gave Emily a few last licks, and then awkwardly crawled over to join them.

When she got there, Emily released Holly, turned over and started to kiss her as well. For the next few minutes they just lay there, in Emily’s arms, while she took turns kissing them.

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The chill air sucked into my lungs, burning cold and freezing my nose. I could smell the snow in the air as I ran through the gloomy forest. My feet pounded on the packed earth and leaves crunched. My heart pounded in my ears as my body forced itself forward. I wasn’t trying to be quiet, I was trying to be fast.

Suddenly, a howl right behind me caused my hair to stand on end. The monster chasing me was too close. I picked up the pace, sprinting as fast as my legs would go. I heard crunching and pounding of feet, four legs coming in fast. Dodging around a tree, I could see the lodge up ahead. Safety, warmth, and my family propelled me faster through the last trees. I was almost there. Almost home.

A growl sounded just over my shoulder. Too close. I hadn’t made it. The porch was still eighty yards away.

Before I could escape, a massive, black shape dove out of the forest behind me, tackling me to the ground in a heap of fur and teeth. My head rocked against the cold earth and my breath was knocked out of my lungs. A triumphant howl split the air as giant teeth flashed above me. Then the beast looked down, its golden eyes boring into my own with heart-stopping intensity.

Then the wolf smirked.

Alright, you win, punk. Congratulations, I said through our mind link, using my strong paws to throw him off of me. He slipped sideways snorting and wagging his tail like a pup. I stood and shook out my fur as he shifted in front of me.

“I finally caught you! I caught you!” He ran around the clearing, stark naked and yelling, drawing the attention of a few pack members who were unloading groceries from one of our large passenger vans.

I shifted and stood in front of my deranged brother with my hands on my hips, “Yes you did, now quit making a scene you weirdo and go inside!” Marching myself up the porch steps, I waved at the pack helping with the groceries.

In the lodge, I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt from the baskets at the front door. When you’re constantly shifting in and out of wolf form, it’s best to have clothes easily accessible. Not that any of us were prudes about nudity. Trust me, when you’ve seen your grandfather shift more than a dozen times, you get over it real quick. But having laundry baskets of unisex, comfy, easily stripped clothes all over the property is a must. Unfortunately, the shirt I picked sported a hot pink kitten wearing sunglasses, so that detracted from my carefully crafted bad girl image.

“Love the shirt, Sawyer. Really, you should make it part of your aesthetic.”

“Shut up, Luke.” I scooped a pair of shorts out of the basket and tossed them to my brother as he walked in. We definitely looked like siblings, in fact, our whole pack looked like family because, technically, we are. Most of us have dark hair, tan skin, and are taller than average with broad shoulders. Luke and I sported the traditional Roman nose that most everyone had, but he departed from the norm with his unusually large smile. My parents said it’s because he came out laughing and hasn’t stopped since, a fact supported by the giggle he was unsuccessfully containing now at my expense.

“Are you two done playing tag?” My very pregnant sister-in-law waddled into the room from the kitchen with a plate of biscuits in her hands. She too had dark hair, but hers wound in perfect, bouncing coils while mine hung in lackluster waves.

“Here, let me help, May!” I took the plate to the table just as my mother came through with a skillet of sausage gravy. Her hair was streaked with gray, but just as pretty as May’s.

“We weren’t ‘playing tag’,” Luke scoffed, swiping a biscuit from the tray before I set it down. “And anyway, I finally caught her!” He took a disgustingly large bite.

“Well, while you were doing that, the adults were actually working!” My older brother, Callum, and our father, strode in from their office. Callum was learning to lead the pack from my father. He and May were expecting their first pups, a set of twins, in a few weeks. The added stress made my usually serious brother almost unbearable.

“Well, someone’s gotta check on the border patrols in the morning,” I smirked, “Might as well have some fun while we do it.”

“Sawyer,” my father began as we all sat down at the table, “You need to stop participating in these silly games. When are you going to get serious? Settle down? Find ardahan escort a mate?”

I rolled my eyes. Most wolves find their mates in their teens since it’s common to be from the same pack. My brother and May found each other nauseatingly young, they were in school together. Raised side by side. They waited until they were twenty to get married, then until thirty to have kids, a fact which drove my mother absolutely nuts. I respected their decision though, May wanted to finish med school so she could take care of the pack. Now with the two of them following the family plan, my parents had moved onto me and my supposedly very immature, twenty-eight year old self.

“We’re not trying to pressure you, dear,” Mom added, “But you should have found someone by now.”

“Yes,” my father interjected, setting down his fork, “You haven’t been trying hard enough. You’ve done enough goofing around. It’s time to grow up.”

“I’m probably not meant to have a mate,” I mumbled into my food. “I don’t think cursed wolves get mates.”

“Sawyer James! You are not cursed!” My mother scolded me, yet again.

“Then what do you call it, Mom?” I hissed back, “I’m a mutation. Who would want me as their mate?” I didn’t wait for an answer, I stood, carrying my still full plate into the kitchen where I tossed it into the sink. Then I climbed the back stairs in three bounds up to my room. I hated that their words drove me to the “rebellious teenager” action, but it was a sore subject.

Our family lodge was large. Three stories of bedrooms, bathrooms, offices, and family spaces for the Alpha’s progeny. It sat at the back of the complex across from the pack hall. My room, or rooms, faced west and included a master bedroom and bathroom, another bedroom, a sitting room, and a small office. It was really more of an apartment just without the kitchen. I shoved my way through the doors and flopped onto the couch, my long brown hair falling over my eyes. I pulled at my split ends and brooded.

A knock on my door pulled me out of my reverie. I knew they weren’t going to give me much time. Privacy wasn’t really a thing in a pack where you shared thoughts.

“What?”

May walked in, belly leading the way. “Sawyer, you okay?”

“Yeah, I just hate how much pressure they put on me about finding a mate. Not everyone gets a mate!”

May chuckled as she joined me on my couch, “That’s not true and you know that. The only reason we survive is because the Moon Goddess ensures we all have a mate. We might not find them until later in adulthood, but everyone has one.”

I groaned and covered my eyes with my arm, “Then maybe I’m the first wolf who doesn’t! Maybe I was cursed to be alone and weird.”

“You don’t really believe that, do you?”

“Maybe.”

May sighed, “Look, I’ll talk to them about backing off on the mate thing, okay? But you’ve got to stop calling yourself names. Deal?”

I peeked at her, “Fine. Deal.”

“Good!” she said cheerfully, “Now come help me in the nursery. Your niece and nephew are giving me hell and I need to get all their clothes put away.”

I smiled and put my hand on her swollen belly. I could feel the little pups moving inside, one giving my hand quite a good kick.

“Ouch!” She whined, “Absolute monsters already.”

Helping May with the nursery didn’t exactly take my mind off my romantic situation, but it did make me feel better. May cooed over all of the adorable clothes and the smell of baby detergent made the atmosphere calm and nurturing. When Callum came in a while later, I excused myself to give the growing family some privacy.

Wandering downstairs, I found Luke playing videogames with his two best friends.

“Hey loser, don’t you have training this afternoon?” I asked as I stole a handful of their Cheetos from the table.

“Nah, it’s pouring so Delta Ruiz canceled it. Said he already had to smell stinky teenagers all morning so he didn’t want to spend his afternoon smelling wet dog.”

I chuckled, “Well, maybe I can take on the winner then.”

Before the three could respond, my mom bustled into the room. “Oh no you don’t, missy! You have errands to run today.”

“But Mom, it’s pouring! Can’t I go tomorrow?”

“Nope! I needed this stuff yesterday, but you begged off to train with Callum.”

“Why didn’t you have the other members do it when they got groceries today?”

“Because, they have little kids to get back to and had enough to get already. Now, take this list and be back by six sharp!” She handed me a little list on green paper covered with her scrawled handwriting.

“Does this say Rooster ball?”

Mom snatched the list out of my hand and looked at it. “It says ‘Roaster bags’. I need three bags of coffee beans from Roaster’s Coffee House for Grandma’s birthday.”

I rolled my eyes, “Alright. I’m bringing Colleen with me at least.” My mom nodded and handed me the van keys. I hated taking the giant passenger vans, but with it pouring, my motorcycle wasn’t an option.

Colleen! I mind linked my best friend. We’re running errands, come artvin escort on!

Her thoughts responded instantly, Thank Goddess! Just let me tell Keith.

Colleen was one of the normal ones who found her mate at eighteen and had a litter of kids in her early twenties. They had five already, the youngest only a few months old.

When I stepped out onto the porch, the rain was coming down in buckets. What had started out as snow and slush this morning had turned to a dreary, cold rainstorm. I grabbed a jacket from just inside the door, pulling the hood over my wavy, unkempt hair.

“Sawyer!” I saw Colleen jogging through the deluge with a baby carrier in her arms. Quick as I could, I unlocked the van in the circle driveway and pulled open the side door for her. Laughing through the rain, she dove in then snapped the car seat into an open base in the front row. She climbed between the two front seats and plopped down just as I came around the driver’s side.

“I would have pulled the van up to your house!” I said, shaking the rain off my jacket.

“It’s fine. These car seat covers can keep out anything.” She wrung out her blonde ponytail. Colleen liked to dye her light brown hair even lighter which made her stand out in the pack. “But we can’t be too long. Keith’s brother is in town and they’ve threatened to let the kids watch Wrestlemania. Which we all know is going to result in my sons diving headfirst off the stairs onto one another.”

I chuckled while pulling out of the drive. Our pack land sat far back in the woods off a dirt track that was a few miles from a main highway. Going to and from town was a thirty minute trip, longer if you wanted to get to an actual grocery store. It was the perfect amount of time to catch up with my friend.

Town was fairly deserted when we pulled up to the dry cleaners, Mom’s first stop on the list. I left Colleen in the car to feed her little girl while I picked up the equivalent of a large wedding party’s garments from the cleaners. I stowed the clothes and we continued our mission. The rain had lessened a bit, so we were able to make better time than I thought at the hardware store and the garden center.

“Last stop is the coffee shop.”

“Yes!” Colleen squealed. “I’m coming in, I need caffeine in my life.” I pulled up to the curb out front, barely fitting in the spot with the huge, white van. Colleen strapped a baby carrier to her chest and slipped the sleeping infant inside.

We managed to get in the shop without drenching ourselves too badly and wiped our boots on the mat. As the door swung shut behind us, the most amazing smell hit me full in the face. I couldn’t place it with the thick coffee scent permeating the room, but it was deeply familiar somehow. I stood in the doorway, inhaling and trying to place how I knew that smell. It took me a second to realize Colleen was already approaching the order counter, throwing me an odd look over her shoulder.

I shook my head to clear it and went to the racks of coffee bags on display by the wall. I chose three kinds my grandmother liked and joined Colleen. The smell got stronger, interrupting my brain in a truly strange way. Peaches and honey. That was it.

“Are you okay?” Colleen whispered as I dropped the bags onto the counter to be rung up.

“Yeah, just a little distracted.”

We ordered and I paid, then the barista sent us to the other end of the counter to pick up our drinks. The huge, shiny espresso machine obscured the prep area behind the counter. Colleen bounced to keep the baby asleep as we waited.

“Order for Colleen!” A soft, musical voice pierced through the hum of the restaurant and my heart began to pound against my ribcage. From behind the reflective machine, a small redhead appeared.

Suddenly, the peaches and honey scent overwhelmed me and my wolf inside began howling with glee. My entire body seized up under the complete assault on my senses. The woman smiled as she slid Colleen her drink. Her perfect white teeth flashed between puffy, glossy lips. Brown eyes skated over me, then stopped as her smile faltered for a millisecond. Her gaze caught on me and in the fraction of a moment everything in my world righted itself. I felt whole and parts of me that I didn’t even know were hurting were suddenly healed.

Then, as suddenly as it started, it all faded as her gaze continued by and she went back to her work. I couldn’t move though. My eyes were locked entirely on this redheaded dream.

Colleen’s presence next to me finally fractured my concentration, but my eyes never left the redhead. “Is that…?”

“My mate,” I breathed.

Colleen’s gasp was quiet, but the huge smile that stole over her face was less than subtle. The woman turned back to us, sliding another cup across the counter. “Order for Sawyer,” she said as her eyes connected with mine again. I think I nodded, but I’m not sure.

My hand felt like lead as I moved to take the cup. The woman smiled at me, the freckles across her nose dancing with the movement of her face. I muttered a thank you and saw a slight bodrum escort blush creep over her pale skin. Then she was gone. Back behind the massive, chrome machine. I slowly turned my entire body to Colleen who was holding back a giggle.

“Holy shit.”

Her giggle escaped and she hooked my arm to drag me over to a corner table. “Sawyer!” she squealed quietly, “You found her!”

I nodded, looking back toward the counter but seeing no sign of the barista. “Why didn’t she say anything? Do you think she felt it too?”

Colleen took a sip, “Well, she had to have felt it, you were too close for her not to. Maybe she’s just shy?”

“Should I say something?”

“Not while she’s working. Maybe you can go back up and just leave the pack name so she can contact you. She’s probably part of the Moonraisers if she’s working here in town. Just tell her you’re from FW and I bet she’ll have her Alpha call your dad.”

“That’s a good idea,” I nodded. We finished our drinks while I practiced what to say. Colleen was very encouraging by telling me to make my smile more genuine and less constipated.

Finally, I felt ready. Colleen gave me a wink, then took the baby and the coffee bags to the car while I approached the counter. I ordered a tea from the first woman, then waited at the end of the counter for my mate. When she appeared with the large, steaming paper cup clutched in her perfect hand, she smiled just like before. “Sawyer?”

“Yes, I-” I took a deep breath, inhaling that beautiful peaches and honey scent, but something else, another smell, stopped me mid sentence. “Thanks!” I almost yelled and darted out of the shop.

My breathing bordered on hyperventilation when I crawled into the driver’s seat. Colleen’s smile faded as my fingers gripped the steering wheel and turned white.

“What happened? Did you tell her where to reach you? Is she-?”

“Human.”

Colleen’s eyes went wide. “What?”

“She’s human. I smelled it.”

“How? No, you must have smelled the other barista.”

“No, I’m sure it was her. She’s fully human.”

Colleen shook her head, refusing to believe it, “But…we don’t have human mates. It’s not possible. Why would the Moon Goddess choose a human for you?”

“Because I’m a freak.”

_ _

“You are not a freak.”

May was sitting on the edge of my bed after she’d turned on my lamp, stealing away the darkness I was pouting in. Colleen had talked and talked the whole way home about all the possible scenarios for me thinking my mate was human. Her theories included that the woman was masking her scent, that she was some new hybrid, that I was mistakenly smelling the other barista, and finally, that she was some sort of magic user that was disguising herself for a dangerous coffee heist.

That last one, she admitted, was a bit far fetched. When we got back, she immediately relayed what happened to my sister-in-law while I went up to my room. I loved Colleen, but the woman couldn’t keep anything to herself.

“Sawyer, listen to me,” May waited until I sat up and looked at her. “The Moon Goddess does not make mistakes. If she’s your mate, you need to go back there. Get to know her, ask her on a date, see if she feels the same way.”

“A date?”

“Yes! Take her out to dinner or something. Maybe she’s your mate or maybe she isn’t, but you’ll never know until you spend more time with her.”

It was good advice. I loved and hated her for it. But it was how I found myself outside Roaster’s Coffee House the following morning wearing nicer clothes and holding my bike helmet on my hip.

“Okay, I can do this. Just say hi,” I murmured to myself. I opened the door, hearing the familiar chime overhead. It was warm and the same coffee smell greeted me, this time though, there was no undercurrent of peach. “Shit,” I muttered. In all of my musings and preparations, I hadn’t accounted for her not being there.

Still, I continued in and placed my order with a helpful barista, then took my drink to a corner to rethink the plan. Plopping my helmet onto the seat next to me, I slouched forward head in my hands. After five minutes, I concluded that this was very stupid. Monumentally stupid. Why had I listened to May? I’d woken up early, actually done something with my wild, brown waves, put on lip gloss and mascara, and worn a real bra.

“So stupid.”

“I’m sorry to bother you, but are you alright?” I lifted my head to find the person who interrupted me was the cashier. She was tall, blonde, and smiley, though at the moment her brow was furrowed with concern.

“Yeah- yeah I’m fine. Just, uh, having a rough morning.”

She grinned, “Anything I can do to make it better?” The flirtatious lilt to her voice was unmistakable. My stomach lurched.

“Uh, n-nope. No, I’m good. Just gonna drink this, um, tea. Yup.”

The blonde batted her eyelashes, “Well, my shift ends at three, so if you change your mind, I’ll be out then.” Then she honest-to-goddess winked before walking away. I would have rolled my eyes at that, but the information she gave me was valuable. They switched shifts in the afternoon. If I came back after three, my mate would probably be in. I downed my tea, which was just a touch too hot still, tossed my cup, and trotted out to my bike. As I peeled away from the curb, my entire body vibrated at a higher frequency than the engine. I would see my mate later.

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In the Kingdom of Gattis in the year 713…

Madeline Tintern felt, at present, an unusual range of strong emotions as she dashed away the tears welling up in her eyes, blurring her vision. She was perplexed by the mixture of fear and sadness over her present situation. She tried to think, but was unsure of exactly how much time had already passed since her arrival at Thall Castle; a few weeks, perhaps, but no more than a month. Her surroundings were elegant and comfortable. Her expectations, so far, were few.

Madeline never knew what it was like to have parents and a room to herself. She lived her entire life in the large institution known as Herridge House. Herridge House was a lovely place. It was often chaotic and noisy at times, but life within the walls of the orphanage revolved around routine and tradition. Girls were expected to attend their schooling and perform various household chores with the expectation of attracting a suitable master or mistress, for marriage or household servitude. Rare was the occasion that a girl found neither. If that was the case, she’d have to fend for herself in whichever way she could.

When her 18th birthday came, Madeline moved to the dormitory reserved for the older girls on the third floor. There, she shared space with nine other girls who had reached the eligible age for courtship and marriage. And though less than a month had passed since her birthday, Madeline and a few of her fellow inmates (she thought of them as sisters) had already begun the rituals and rites of courtship.

The girl gazed through the glass of a narrow arched window. The serene beauty of the garden and rolling countryside stretched towards the tree line of a dense, dark forest. Madeline contemplated the impenetrable barrier of surrounding vegetation. There could be anything in that forest beyond the garden. The sight was lovely, baffling and a little frightening. It reminded her of her last days at Herridge House, before she came here.

The matron, Miss Heister, sent for Madeline shortly after the evening meal. A housemaid named Endla showed the girl to the matron’s sitting room. The room’s main purpose was to receive distinguished visitors and parties interested in procuring one, or more, of the girls for whatever suited their needs and wishes. The furnishings within were sensible and plain; the kind of furnishings you’d expect to see in a middling merchant or farmer’s house. Miss Heister sat behind a large writing table. Madeline gazed absently while the older woman situated her trailing skirts. “You may take your seat there in front of me.” Miss Heister nodded at the lone chair across from her.

Madeline sat and watched while the matron wrote something down in the ledger opened in front of her. A few awkward moments passed and she was finished. Miss Heister closed the book and looked up at her charge. “Madeline Tintern…I trust you recall the events of last week.”

“Yes, Miss Heister, I think I do.” Madeline said.

Of course she remembered; how could she forget? An afternoon gathering with light refreshments brought Madeline and her companions to entertain the visitors who arrived to meet the girls and decide which ones to take into service and which to take as a wife or lover. The two oldest, Rion and Dioste, were already familiar with this custom. At the age of 19, both girls flaunted considerable beauty and grace. The Duke of Normot was taken instantly with Rion, and Dioste left that evening with his lordship, Count Winblad, who lived in the kingdom of Mays.

“Two days ago, a letter arrived from Thall Castle in Gattis. It was delivered by page with a…very generous gift of gold Trimaar. Enough to sustain Herridge House for a year or more.”

Madeline’s lips tightened and stretched in a wan smile. “Oh…I guess I’ll be going away soon.”

“You’ve guessed correctly.” The matron said. “Her ladyship, Maximilla Mardykes, has taken quite a liking to you.”

“But we hardly spoke!”

Lady Mardykes…she was an odd bird. She was the only woman among the small cohort of nobles who came to visit that day. Madeline busied herself pouring glasses of sack wine for the guests while the haunting notes of Rion’s lyre played on. She heard Miss Heister exchanging witticisms with the dashingly handsome young Captain Bradt. When she turned her head, she thought she felt a pair of eyes staring intently at her from across the room. She was right.

Her ladyship stood tall and very slim. She was old, but not ancient. Madeline guessed the woman was in her late 40’s or early 50’s. Perhaps she’d come to choose for herself a new lady’s maid or housekeeper. The woman’s hair, cropped very short, undulated in deep waves the color of light sand. In rushlight, the waves were almost ginger. Ice blue eyes, pale as her skin, pierced through the ovals of wire rimmed glasses. Lady Mardykes looked unusual indeed. She looked positively striking, but that was not the least of it.

The unusual looking woman’s features were hard and masculine. She was neither pretty nor feminine, though it was fairly obvious she’d never aksaray escort pass for a man. But Lady Mardykes dressed like one. She wore an elegant doublet, breeches, and hose ensemble with a great, trailing frock coat. Richly embroidered shoes boasted broad ribbon bows of fine silk. Madeline stared at her ladyship for a moment or two, fascinated, but at the same time, put off, by the noblewoman’s appearance. She poured another glass of sack and made eye contact with Captain Bradt. Madeline guessed the Captain was not much older than she, maybe a year or two, but no older than 20. He was tall and had a winsome smile that made the other girls giggle and blush.

“A little refreshment, sir?” Madeline grinned and offered the handsome young man the glass she just poured.

“Thank you, dear lady, yes.” The Captain drank. “Your Miss Heister is a very gracious hostess. Generous! The last place I visited–“

“Ah, Captain, there you are!” Miss Heister appeared seemingly from nowhere. “I’d like you to meet our little Galene. She came of age just the other day, and this is her first party. I think she’d be a perfect match for you both…” The matron took the man’s arm, intending to lead him away, when the glass fell from his hand and broke in a splash of wine and shards. “Never mind that, Captain, do come along!”

The two of them were already gone. Madeline stooped to pick up the broken glass. “Such a terrible mess! Let me help you with that, my dear.”

The beautiful blond looked up and stared dumbfounded at the face of the mannish woman with short hair and glasses. Her fair skin was, indeed, as pale as her eyes. A network of fine lines etched into the flesh crinkled around them as the woman’s lips stretched to flash a smile. She produced a handkerchief and collected some of the glass before Madeline stopped her. “Thank you kindly, madam, but it isn’t necessary–“

“Lady Mardykes; Maximilla. But my close friends call me Max.” She produced another handkerchief, holding it out to Madeline. “And your name is?”

“Madeline Tintern.”

“Beautiful name for such a beautiful girl. I saw you talking with Captain Bradt, and I wondered if–“

“I beg your pardon, m’lady, but I must clean this up right away.” Madeline was uncomfortable in the older woman’s presence. Her face flushed with heat. “Perhaps…” Her voice trailed off. She knew perfectly well that no girl who’d come of age could refuse the attentions of an interested noble. Still, the damage was already done.

“Perhaps we can continue our conversation a little later,” Lady Mardykes said. “When things aren’t so messy.” Her ladyship put out her hand, touching the girl’s fingers briefly before excusing herself. Madeline hadn’t realized Miss Heister had been watching their exchange nearby. The matron swiftly approached just as the girl finished mopping up the spilled wine and disposed of the broken glass.

“Lady Mardykes seems to have left you in a hurry.” Miss Heister observed. “And you’ve broken a glass!”

Madeline managed a swift glance when she unintentionally locked eyes with the matron. Her cheeks flooded with fresh heat and she stared at the floor, ashamed. Miss Heister stood at average size for a woman her age, but to Madeline, she seemed at least a foot or so taller. “I–I’m sorry, Miss Heister.” Madeline said. “I was talking with Captain Bradt when you came, and…the glass slipped from his hand.”

“I see.” The matron turned and looked across the room, as if searching for someone. She turned back and faced Madeline again, staring at the blond beauty for a few moments before walking away. “We shall discuss this later.”

Later, Madeline supposed, was now. Her mind, back in the present, listened as Miss Heister spoke: “Tomorrow morning, a coach will arrive to collect and bring you to Thall Castle in Gattis. The journey is a long one, roughly two or three days, but her ladyship has informed me that your safety and comfort will be looked after. She doesn’t say whether she will come for you in person or not.” The matron then dismissed Madeline to bed.

The girl stood and went to the door. She was about to leave when Miss Heister stopped her. “I imagine you are disappointed with the news I’ve just delivered.”

Madeline’s eyelids fluttered and her lips stretched in a pained line across her beautiful face. She said nothing. “Captain Bradt is indeed a handsome young man. But he is not for you, and you are not for him. You never were. I’ve sensed for quite some time that there is something different about you, something you may not know yet. But you will in good time. Lady Mardykes will make sure of that. Now off to bed, young lady!”

*****

Back in the present, Madeline turned away from the window when she heard the call from her maid for supper. The dining room, like many others in Thall Castle, was a darkly sumptuous space. There was a grand fireplace and large arched windows. Servants stood sentry near a table with place settings for two. The pulsing, low light cast by a pair of ornamental lamps illuminated the table amasya escort and cast strange shadows that seemed to take on a life of their own.

Madeline sat down and watched as, a few moments later, Lady Mardykes appeared and sat across from her. Heat flushed the girl’s cheeks and, for a second, she averted her eyes. She was ashamed because she remembered the first few days after her arrival, unsure of what to make of her situation. Twice, Lady Mardykes made advances towards Madeline, and twice, the girl rebuffed her mistress. And although she never pushed, it was obvious that her ladyship’s patience was beginning to wear thin.

Miss Heister’s parting words haunted her. “Remember Lady Mardykes has sent a sizeable gift. Such gifts in the past have provided you, and others, a comfortable life at Herridge House. You are expected to return the favor in kind and delight her ladyship and serve her demands, whatever they may be. If you fail to satisfy her ladyship, you will be sent to a workhouse in Foldeshu. And I assure you that it is a very different place; one I’m sure you’ll regret being sent to if it should come to that.”

Lady Mardykes eschewed her usual mannish attire and Madeline did her best to avoid staring outright at her mistress. With head tilted slightly down, the beautiful blond glimpsed Lady Mardykes through half lidded gaze. The tall, slim middle-aged woman looked regal in a simple kirtle with richly ornamental high collar framing the masculine features of her thin face. The pulsing glow of fire and lamplight played against the pitching waves of her cropped hair. She acknowledged her young charge with a barely perceptible nod before uttering a command to an attending servant in a language Madeline could not understand.

Moments later, a manservant appeared. He served a course of broth followed by a rich meat and root vegetable stew which were eaten in almost total silence. Little conversation beyond a few questions with one word answers took place as their meal came to an end. The lack of conversation worried Madeline. She was almost certain she’d angered her ladyship by seeming distant since her arrival.

The male servant cleared away the chargers and returned with a strangely slender, crystalline carafe and two small glasses. A dish of crocoda was placed in front of Madeline. She stared at the strange looking fruit–a lovely sight that soon broke the wall of unsettling silence. Seedy, purplish flesh sliced into sections peeked from a shroud of thick cream sauce. “I do hope that you will enjoy the final course, dearest.” Her ladyship said. “A small crocoda from the garden and a glass or two of Avocress.”

Madeline swallowed hard. She watched as an amber colored liquid poured from the mouth of the carafe. “What is Avo…Avo…” Her voice trailed off as she struggled with the pronunciation.

Lady Mardykes responded with a laugh. “Ah-vah-cress. It is a favorite of the nobles, both here, and in your own kingdom. They sometimes call it ‘water of love.'”

Madeline reached for her glass, hesitating for a moment, not knowing why. “Drink deeply, my dearest Madeline.” Lady Mardykes urged as she brought her own glass to her lips.

Lady Mardykes stared at the blond beauty who, with a bewildered expression, took a reluctant sip. Her darkened gaze mesmerized; pulling Madeline into a glacial vortex that left her lips frozen against the rim of the glass as the liquid coursed down her throat. The effect was almost instantaneous. Without a second thought, Madeline took another drink, and at once she started coughing and sputtering. Her stomach tightened and a scorching heat grew and spread in her throat like blobs of molten metal. And now, the girl was overwhelmed by a strange buzzing sensation. It caused her skin to tingle and made her head swim. At first, it was frightening, having no control, but soon Madeline realized that the feeling was actually quite pleasant. Before she knew it, she’d finished the glass and the servant poured her another one.

Suddenly Madeline stood up and stumbled backwards, nearly falling to the ground when the chair tipped over. It seemed as though something suddenly burst inside her and she was reeling while the servant caught her in his arms. Her chest drew shaking, hitching breaths and everything around her seemed to tremble and vibrate. Her ladyship stood and uttered another command to the servant in that lilting, foreign tongue. Madeline thought she heard her say “Well, I’m off.” She retreated away before everything went black.

*****

Madeline Tintern woke from her deep and dreamless sleep feeling, strangely enough, more peaceful and less anxious than before. Her eyelids fluttered and instinctively she rubbed at them as her vision acclimated to the dark. By the serene, pulsing glow of a nearby ornamental lamp, she was in a bedchamber; but not hers. The long slitted window showed the night sky through many small, jewel like panes of cut glass.

The girl realized she’d been asleep on a large bed with the blankets turned down. The resulting cold she antalya escort felt told her, without looking, that she was completely naked. What’s happening, Madeline wondered.I’m so cold! Why am I naked? Where am I? She sat up now, intending to get up and retrieve a nightgown she saw draped over the bench of a dressing table. But before her feet touched the floor, she abruptly stopped. There, she recognized the shadow shrouded silhouette of Lady Mardykes sitting on a kline against the wall by the fireplace, across from the bed. The middle aged woman sat there, silent and still, watching her surprised young charge.

She was dressed in a shapeless and modest high-collared robe called a Holler. Madeline remembered that Miss Heister wore, on occasion, a similar garment, though hers was fashioned appropriately for a woman of non-noble standing. Her ladyship remained still and sternly upright. The golden glow of fire and lamplight danced and reflected off the lenses of her wire rimmed glasses. Another silent moment passed, and the woman’s hand raised to take them off. She produced a small case and placed the glasses safely within before setting them aside.

Face unobscured, the older woman exuded a stern, silent wisdom and confidence that Madeline never noticed before. By now, she’d grown used to seeing Lady Mardykes dressed in men’s attire looking unwomanly and brash. But tonight things have been…different. As Madeline’s eyes adjusted fully, she could see the lines etched into her ladyship’s face and the eerie coolness of her lips as they slowly stretched to form a knowing smirk.

To say that Madeline was embarrassed would be an understatement. Waking up naked in the darkness of an unfamiliar room was shocking enough. But waking up under the watchful gaze of Lady Mardykes transcended mere embarrassment. The girl was absolutely mortified. She felt completely vulnerable and it made her more aware of her nakedness, her body, and her womanhood than ever before.

Like many of the girls who lived at Herridge House, Madeline Tintern was blessed with sublime natural beauty. But she never developed the full, fleshy breasts that attracted the Duke of Normot to Rion. She possessed a small frame with slender build to accommodate the twin little swells on her chest. Thankfully, light blond hair and sweetly delicate features more than made up for this perceived shortcoming.

Still ashamed by her nakedness, Madeline instinctively hugged herself while averting her gaze. “Uncross your arms and do not look away from me.” Her ladyship’s voice, though quiet, was deep and almost terse.

With some reluctance, the girl obeyed. “I’ve angered you, m’lady.” She muttered. “I didn’t mean to.” Lady Mardykes issued no reply. “I’ve left the only home I’ve ever known to another kingdom, and…” The girl heaved a ragged sigh, struggling to find the words she wanted to say next.

“The matron, Miss Heister, had such high expectations of you.” Her ladyship said. “She saw a quality in you that the others lacked. I saw it too, from the moment I first set eyes on you.”

“I–I don’t think I feel like myself, m’lady–“

“My given name is Maximilla. Call me Max.”

Madeline ignored this and continued. “You’ve treated me very well and I should be grateful, but I haven’t shown it. I’m sorry. Please don’t send me to the workhouse–“

“I have no intentions of doing so.” Her ladyship said. “Miss Heister advised me of your inexperience and…reluctance after our encounter.” Madeline was taken aback by this remark. She wasn’t quite sure what her ladyship meant by that. Was she pointing out some perceived horrible fault in her, or was it some kind of critique of Miss Heister’s way of presenting the girls who lived at Herridge House? The girl’s eyes narrowed a little while she stared into Lady Mardyke’s eyes. The silence between them grew until her ladyship, recognizing Madeline’s confusion, elaborated.

“When girls in your situation come of age, they are chosen for different paths. A respectable, though plain girl, might enter household service. Another may marry a merchant or tradesman and become a wife and learn a valuable skill. But a girl who is respectably brought up and possesses enviable beauty can attract the attention of a nobleman–or woman–and there are traditions and expectations that are very important and very different.”

“I think I understand.” Madeline said softly.

“I know you understand, but inexperience compels your reluctance. You could not help that. But I’m hopeful that things will change after tonight.” Lady Mardykes stood up now. The rich fabric of her Holler fell in straight lines, gathering in a dark and crinkled pool on the floor. She looked very statuesque and superb. Her hands went to her collar, and moments later, the lovely garment parted.

She shrugged the Holler from her shoulders and it fell to the floor around her. She wore none of the usual undergarments. Madeline saw no stays or shift. With the exception of her shoes and hose, Lady Maximilla Mardykes was completely bare. Until this moment, the girl had never seen a woman as old as her ladyship in any state of undress let alone naked. She averted her eyes, trying to look instead, at the fire crackling in the grate. Its dancing golden glow illuminated the older woman’s frame, casting an eerie long shadow. “Look up, Madeline, do not avert your eyes.”

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This all happened because my best friend in the world was in need. Claire and I grew up in a small town along the central California coast. She lived two blocks from me, and we did everything together.

We surfed, played softball, were girl scouts, traded boyfriends, went camping, laughed, cried, and even went to the same university, Cal Poly San Luis Obispo. She majored in mechanical engineering; I was a food science major with a nutrition minor. We shared a dorm room, then an apartment, pledged to the same sorority, and graduated together.

After graduation, Claire got a job in Thousand Oaks, designing things I knew nothing about. I found work as a dietician with a healthcare facility and am self-employed as a nutritionist in Ojai, almost an hour from Thousand Oaks.

Claire and I stayed in touch, I was Claire’s bridesmaid, and she was my maid of honor. When she became pregnant, we both were overjoyed. I’d been trying, but nothing had clicked.

I think it was when Claire was halfway through her second trimester that we got together on a Tuesday to hike to Matilija Falls. It was a nice hike and a beautiful day; the trail can get difficult, but Claire and I are both fitness nuts ( I hate the term gym rat ) and are in great shape.

We started slow, gossiping and catching up, even though we talked to each other at least twice a week. The hike takes several splits, wading through creeks, and has excellent views. I noticed her slight baby bump on Claire and marveled at her appearance. She asked if I wanted to touch it. I blushed and told her no, I was fine. But Claire insisted, so I did. It felt like a tummy, firm, and no baby kicks I could feel, so we continued.

Claire has always been the more daring of us, and I tend to follow her lead. I remembered her talking me into jumping off a bridge at Lake Shasta one Summer, not once but three times before I thought about a possible sunken log or something under the water and then told her no.

Our conversation turned to pregnancies, with Claire wondering about Randy and me starting a family. I shrugged it off. We’d been trying without success since we married two years ago.

We continued, pausing now and then to sip some water, take a break, and enjoy the view. We made the first fall which was lovely. We sat and enjoyed the sound of water cascading over the rocks. Then onto the North Fork Falls. There we had our lunch and debated going for a swim. That’s when Claire started complaining that her breasts hurt. I looked over at her and noticed two dark spots where her nipples contacted the fabric of her sports bra and top.

I pointed, “Claire, you’re leaking!”

She looked down and gasped, “What the heck? Quick, Maddie, think of something. I can’t go back down the trail looking like this.”

I thought momentarily, “We could go behind the falls, and you could squeeze them or something. I didn’t bring a towel or anything.”

She jumped up and headed to the cave behind the falls. I grabbed our things and followed. When we got there, she removed her top and sports bra. Her breasts were full and round, at least a cup bigger than normal.

Yes, I’ve seen Claire nude, so many times it’s nothing to both of us to be around each other naked. We’re both straight, so it didn’t matter.

Claire started squeezing, milking, or whatever you want to call it, but it wasn’t helping. She was still in pain and freaking out. I stood around, not knowing what to do, until Claire looked at me.

She was dead serious when she told me, “Suckle me, Maddie. Please, they hurt.”

I looked at her, not sure if she was serious. She danced around like she had to pee, then another plea to help ease her pain.

Claire looked at me with her puppy dog eyes, “Please, Maddie, I know we’re not gay. Just suckle and help me.”

We hadn’t passed many people on the trail, and we were behind the waterfall, hidden from view. I sighed, stepped forward, then leaned down, wrapping my hands around Claire’s waist to hold her steady.

I looked up at her before pressing my lips over her engorged nipple.

Claire smiled as she whispered, “Thank you.”

I told her, “You owe me big time.”

Then Claire practically ordered me to start nursing. I wrapped my lips around her nipple and began sucking. The warm colostrum tasted a little strange, it wasn’t bad, but I was used to regular and almond milk. Reluctantly, I continued as Claire softly brushed my face with her fingers.

She was apologetic and whispered, “Thank you, Maddie. Oh, that feels so much better. Now the other one, please.”

I kept switching back and forth, getting used to the taste and, oddly enough, enjoying how Claire was talking to me. Her voice was soft and sweet, praising me for how good I was doing and how much better she was feeling.

Before I started, I noticed some drips down her breast just under her boobs. I paused once as I switched breasts to lick those areas off. My tongue began under one breast and then worked up adana escort and around her nipple. I hate to admit it, but this delighted Claire and me, too.

I continued licking and sucking as Claire moaned with delight. Suddenly, we heard something, so we stopped. Claire fumbled around, getting her bra and top back on. It was nothing, so we left the cave and headed back to our cars.

The silence was too much as we walked back, so I broke the ice.

“We’re never going to talk about this, right, Claire?”

She laughed, “Why would we? But it did feel good, getting that pressure off my boobs, Maddie. You can suckle me anytime, baby.”

I looked at her and blushed, “Yeah, right.”

I thought about it the entire week. It was weird, but it wasn’t that bad. I had to laugh to myself, recalling something my mother had mentioned on my wedding day. She took me aside and told me she was glad I was marrying a man, not Claire. Since we were inseparable growing up, she’d wondered if we were lesbians. I was a little shocked because we both had boyfriends throughout high school. But moms can be strange at times, so I shrugged it off.

Claire and I got together the following Saturday to start planning her nursery. It was warm, and we were in shorts and tees with sandals. We’d gone to one of the big box stores to look at furniture, had lunch, and were back at her place going over color swatches. Greg, her husband, was playing golf with his buddies and wasn’t expected home until later that evening.

As we sifted through the various color chips, Claire started feeling that ache in her boobs again. She excused herself and went to the main bathroom to pump. But something didn’t work for whatever reason, and she called out to me. I sighed; here we go again.

I walked into her bedroom. Claire was sitting on the bed, topless, propped against the pillows with that puppy dog look again.

I lamented, “Not again, Claire. What’s wrong with the breast pump?”

She smiled, “I don’t know, it worked the other day. Would you mind? Please, Maddie?”

I was firm when I told her, “This is the last time, Claire.”

Claire just grinned, “Okay, last time, baby.”

She shifted her position so we’d both be more comfortable. I climbed onto the bed and tried to figure out how to position myself so that I wouldn’t get a sore neck or back.

I sat, well laid across Claire, sort of perpendicular to her, almost like a baby cradled in her arms. I leaned in as she lowered her breast to my mouth. I felt that same nice warm feeling in my mouth as her colostrum began flowing. It made me feel a bit dirty as I suckled because I was enjoying it.

Claire softly brushed my cheek with her fingers, praising me for helping her. This time I felt a warm sensation between my legs as I suckled and licked as I had before. When switching breasts, I felt something on my top. I paused, looked down, and noticed Claire was leaking onto me.

I exclaimed, “Crap! Does this stuff stain?”

Claire giggled, “Just take it off, Maddie.”

I sat up, and Claire helped me remove my top and bra. I laid back in her lap to nurse her other breast. Being topless against her felt better as I returned to relieve my best friend’s pain.

Claire kept up with the sweet words as she brushed my cheek. I was feeling good as I suckled and licked. Then for some strange reason, I got silly and kissed a nipple, swirling my tongue around it, then went back to nursing.

When I returned to nursing, Claire lifted my face from her breast, “What was that, Maddie? The kissing and teasing?”

I blushed, “I don’t know, taking a break, I guess. Are you almost empty?”

She grinned, “No, I’m not. Do the teasing thing again. I liked that.”

I was already suckling her, so I thought, what the heck? I started doing it more often between switching breasts. I noticed Claire’s eyes were closed as I switched from her right to her left. She was definitely enjoying what I was doing. I wasn’t having a bad time, either. Her breasts were amazing when they weren’t full, now they were magnificent, and I couldn’t get enough. Her hand massaged my back as I slowed and softly suckled. The colostrum had run out some time ago, yet I continued nursing away. I’m sure Claire knew it also; however, she laid back and enjoyed my mouth on her breasts.

I started slowing down with my kisses, licks, and nursing.

Claire noticed, asking me, “Are you full, baby?”

I looked at her nodding, “You’re empty, Claire, and I’m not gay.”

She looked surprised that I said that, “I’m not either, silly girl. You’re only helping me out as my best friend. Who thinks this is gay?”

I rose, “I wanted to be sure. If someone saw us doing this, it’s what they’d think.”

We sat looking at each other for a brief moment. Then Claire’s eyes dropped to my bare breasts.

“Well, silly. Your nipples are hard. You must have enjoyed what you were doing. Mind if I touch? You know, if ankara escort and when you get preggers, I’d help you if you ever needed it.”

I didn’t say a word as her index finger slowly circled my aerole. I swallowed hard as she continued speaking to me in a whisper.

“I’m surprised you think this is gay, Maddie. We both have wonderful husbands and are happy. You are happy, aren’t you?”

I nodded as she continued playing. The tingles I felt earlier felt much more robust as she switched breasts.

“You have lovely boobs, Maddie. I can’t wait to see them when they’re full like mine. So, how is the baby thing going for you, my love?”

I almost stuttered, answering her, “Fine, we keep trying, but so far, nothing. I’m sure it will happen soon; timing is everything.”

Claire stopped, but I could feel my heart racing as I looked around for my bra and top. Claire watched, her lovely full breasts still on display. I told her I needed to get going. She got up, put her bra and top back on then escorted me to the door. She thanked me once more and reminded me we were going shopping next Saturday. I almost told her to get another breast pump before I left.

Not being gay was on my mind all week. I don’t know why I let Claire talk me into things as she does. She has this way of getting what she wants with a look or her words. At times when we were growing up, I hated that about her. But she’s always been there for me and has always looked out for me, like an older sister.

That Saturday we met at my house. She wanted to look at a few specialty shops, so we spent the day shopping. There wasn’t any mention of sore boobs, which I was thankful for. We had a great time like we used to do before I started nursing her boobs. When we were having lunch, Claire complained about the lack of attention Greg showed her as her tummy grew. I shrugged it off, not wanting to get involved. I listened and thought it was just her hormones because I had no clue what their sex life was before she got pregnant. Listening to her problems made me feel better since Randy and I have very few issues, and we always talk them out.

We met again a couple of weeks later to paint and arrange furniture in the nursery. We started off painting, well I did as Claire supervised. Greg was golfing as usual, but he had assembled the crib and some shelving.

When I finished cleaning up, Claire started whining again about her lack of sex. Greg didn’t want to penetrate her with his dick. He was afraid he’d hurt the baby. Claire explained that to him there wasn’t any way he could get that deep and that their little darling was protected. But he wasn’t buying it, so Claire was very horny.

That’s when she started sweet talking me and telling me how she’d tried masturbating, but it wasn’t doing the job. It was awkward reaching around her tummy, and she didn’t reach her usual climax.

I cringed, wondering what she was going to talk me into.

I finished putting all the paint and painting things away when she slid beside me and whispered, “My boobs are aching, baby. Help momma out, please.”

I shivered, “Claire, you have a pump. Use it.”

She nuzzled my neck, “Please, baby, I know you like them. You make me feel so good. Just for a little while?”

I turned to face those puppy dog eyes and caved. Claire led me to her bedroom, then removed her top along with her shorts. I looked at her, wondering why she had removed her shorts. She explained she was comfier like that. Claire grinned as she tossed back the covers on the bed, propped up the pillows and got in.

Before I could get in, she told me to take my top off, too, so there wouldn’t be any drippings on me like the last time, and I should remove my shorts to be comfortable like she was. Naturally, I did as suggested because it was Claire.

Dressed only in my panties I climbed in next to her and began nursing. That warm, delicious feeling worked through me again as I toyed with her breasts, kissing, sucking, and licking them. I hadn’t noticed while devouring her gorgeous orbs, but Claire was trying to finger herself with one hand while caressing me with the other. Slowly, she nudged my head towards her tummy when I finished one breast and was moving to the other.

I balked half-heartedly, but she said she was so horny she needed me to get her off. Once more, I told her we were straight and had no desire to go down on her. She begged me; telling me Greg wasn’t a fan of cunnilingus. Since I was a woman and women knew what they liked, I was perfect. More pleading ensued, along with those looks, so once more, I caved.

I moved off her as she spread her long lovely legs for me. Bending her knees, she planted her feet on the bed, raised her hips so I could remove her panties. When I slid them down her thighs, I was shocked to see Claire’s bare lips with a hint of dew on them. I had no clue she was bare down there. Then in my mind, I had to chuckle. Bare Claire, it was very adıyaman escort amusing.

I stalled for a few moments building up my courage. Claire was sweet talking me as I moved into position. Randy didn’t mind going down on me, he enjoyed it, and I had climaxed a few times with him, but I had to guide him the first few times while he was doing it. Claire was right; I knew what I liked, so with my courage on high, I began kissing down Claire’s tummy to her inner thighs. She squirmed and praised me as I continued lower.

I marveled at her bare labia, touching it gently with my fingertip. Claire shuddered as my finger barely touched her lips. I followed it down to her perineum and back up. After tracing them four or five times, Claire was getting anxious.

Next, I used my tongue to replicate what my finger had just done. I loved going slow like this, but Claire was in a hurry, so with a little nudge on my head, she placed my face where she wanted me.

I looked up at her; she was biting her lower lip, her face was flush, and she was massaging her tummy. Rolling my tongue, I eased it inside her as she gasped. Then letting it relax I worked it inside her exploring for a few moments. I found her hood; using the tip of my tongue, I slipped under it and felt her nubbin. It was firm as I slid my tongue over and around it. Her wetness covered my cheeks as I moved my hands under her ass to lift her. It was then I began to focus on giving her the best climax ever.

Claire was begging me to make her cum, which I did. Teasing, sucking, licking, and toying with her clit. She was rolling on the bed as best she could with my face buried between her legs. She’d been trying to finger herself while I was nursing her breasts, she was pent up and anxious, so my face wasn’t buried for very long. I was enjoying her reaction to my handy work. It aroused me, and I could feel the warm moistness of my lips as I continued using my tongue on Claire.

Claire started to climax, and she shook her legs, pounding them against my head. She bucked her hips, calling out my name, thanking me, and praising Jesus. So, I sat back and watched as she wiggled, squeezed her breasts, and thanked me for getting her off.

When she calmed down, Claire opened her arms for me. We hugged, kissed, and cuddled briefly as Claire regained her composure.

Finally, she whispered, “You must get pregnant so that I can help you, baby. You’re so good to me, and I want to return the favor to my best friend.”

That almost convinced me we weren’t gay and only helping each other.

Our Saturday trysts continued off and on until Claire was within two weeks of her due date. It was a Thursday, and Greg had left on a business trip for the weekend that afternoon when Claire called me. She asked if I could stay with her until Greg returned on Sunday. She was worried she’s have the baby and nobody would be around to take her to the hospital.

My husband, Randy, was sitting on the sofa near me when Claire called. He heard her plea as I sat there shaking my head at how helpless Claire was. I ended up telling her I would come over before I hung up. When I did hang up and told Randy, he shook his head at how needy Claire had become since she’d gotten pregnant. I agreed, told him I’d be home Sunday, and I loved him. I also mentioned I was getting tired of Claire and hoped she’d have the baby soon. He told me I was a good friend and to try and have fun. He added that he hoped the baby didn’t show up while I was there. I half smiled, telling him that I didn’t think sitting around with Claire constantly whining with me having to wait on her would be fun and that kid better wait for Greg.

He agreed, wishing me luck. After I packed and kissed Randy goodbye, I thought I should have gotten an academy award for that performance.

Claire and I had gradually advanced our stress relief, or best friend favors, to a fairly high level. She didn’t wait until I was pregnant to return the favors I’d given her. I knew we weren’t lesbians because we still loved and desired our husbands. As far as I knew, we kept our sexual escapades to each other, not other women.

It was somewhat confusing, but I enjoyed spending time in Claire’s bed. We never did anything at my house, which was fine with me. Claire had to clean up and mask our relationship from Greg. As far as I knew, our husbands were clueless.

When I arrived, Claire was waiting for me in a nightie Greg had given her to make her feel sexy when she was feeling down about her bulging tummy. Her boobs were as full as ever, and she looked delicious. I came in, and Claire led me straight to her room. I put my bag down and was immediately wrapped in Claire’s arms, kissing and holding her as tight as her tummy would allow.

We broke our kiss, looking into each other’s eyes.

Claire whispered, “I missed you, baby. But I got us a little present. I hope you don’t freak out, Maddie.”

She kissed me quickly, then went to the bathroom. I watched as she opened the linen closet, reached under a stack of towels, and pulled out a long box, maybe twelve inches or so. Claire looked at me, giggling, then opened it on the countertop. She told me to turn around. I did, and the next thing I knew, she was touching my arm with something.

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Hi there! I’m Jade. I’m nearly nineteen now. I want to tell you how I went from being a normal well behaved bisexual girl to accepting my role as lesbian sex slave to my best friend. I should probably start at the beginning, but that’s a long story. I suppose the fun part started when I was sleeping over at my best friend Abigail’s house for her 18th birthday.

As it was her eighteenth birthday, which is an important birthday, I thought I could give her a really special present. I decided that she would really like taking my virginity. Oh, I know, not all friends think like this. We’ve known each other a long time, and talked about these things. A lot. To make it really really special, and because of a really steamy chat we had this one time, I wanted her to be the first in both my holes. It made me shiver just to think of her doing it, so maybe it was a selfish thing for me too.

I thought about this for a while, and then realised that, while it was a great present, maybe it would make things weird for Abigail and her boyfriend Jaime if it was just the two of us. So I went with a threesome. I guess for some people that would have been weird, too. But, as I said, we’ve known each other a long time, and talked about these things. A lot.

There was some boring planning, and I touched myself a lot, thinking about it (added bonus). But then the big day came, and we fixed some just-us-time, which can be tricky, on an eighteenth. For most people a big birthday isn’t a very private thing. Good thing her family is so, well, special, and her house is so huge and big (you really wouldn’t believe it).

So, a bit earlier, before me and Jaime arrived, Abigail had managed to sneak into her older sister’s room and grabbed the big black strap-on we knew she kept in her bedside table. There were loads of other sexy bits and pieces we wanted to learn about in there, and, you know, the usual boring things like spot cream and nail varnish in really stupid colours. We were only borrowing the strap-on this time, though, so Abi could fuck me properly once we were all set and ready in her bedroom. We only found out later that her sneaky older sister was watching Abi’s every move.

So, once Abi got back to her room with the giant black rubber willy, she hid it under her pillow and went for a shower. I can see her now, throwing her lacy knickers in the corner – she’s totally messy, there’s underwear everywhere – and scampering naked into the little ensuite. Her tits are small but so pretty, and she has this mole, afyon escort and her bum cheeks are so cute, and they wobble just a little when she moves and when… oh yeah, where was I again? Right. So, Abi goes in the shower to get shaved, all over, and ready for us. My mouth waters just thinking about it.

But when she comes out, Natalie, that’s Abi’s big sister, has brought Abigail’s present from her room and put it on her bed, and is just lying there waiting for her. Abigail is in the shower, shaving herself all slippery, and smoothing in all of this body lotion. She smelled like heaven that evening, even more than she usually does, and I do love the smell of Abi. Whenever I’m allowed near her, if I get to kiss her, oh, and on my fingers, the next day, forever. It’s a gift that keeps on giving.

When Abi finally gets out of the shower, probably after about a week, she sees Natalie lying on her bed, literally on top of that huge dildo thing. Panic! Nat was wearing this slinky shiny silky backless dress that day, she looked really hot, to be honest, although Abi won’t thank me for saying this. Sisters, huh.

“Drop the towel sis,” Nat said, “I need to make sure that little pussy is properly clean.” Abi must have tried to lie or something, but Nat just carried on. “We all know what you are planning and we approve. But we have big plans for Jade. She is going to be your very own slut. A slut is for life, not just for Christmas, you know? Like a pretty puppy, just for you. Don’t worry, sis, she’ll love it.”

Abigail was still wrapped in this big furry black towel, but Natalie walked over to her, pulled it away, and slowly ran expert fingers over her sister’s freshly shaved crotch. “You’ve missed a bit.” She shook her head. “Oh dear, Abi. Well, come downstairs with me to the beauty salon and we’ll have it waxed properly.” She ran her eyes over Abi’s pale skin, and tutted. “Your lips aren’t done either! We’ll get them sorted too.” When Abi reached for her black towel Natalie snatched it away and fixed her with a mascara glare (she wears loads, like a mad goth, but it kind of works on her). “You”, said Nat, “Will walk nude. Tamara is working today, she’ll be the one to wax you”. Natalie smirked at Abigail’s shocked gasp. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna have a ball.”

You might be asking yourself how I know all this, but Abi has told me everything about her birthday. A few times over, to be honest. It’d be boring by now if it didn’t get me so wet down there.

Abigail aydın escort and Nat walked downstairs to the salon through their big big house. Think Playboy Mansion but, well, bigger. And more shiny. It is basically a palace, so she had quite a long walk. The salon is right at the very bottom, in the old servants’ floor. We weren’t allowed down there as kids, and when we’d tried we’d always been caught and waved back by the maids, so we were really curious.

Abi had to walk down all those sweeping staircases and long corridors stark naked, newly shaved and washed, damp blonde hair swinging over her rosy nipples and little bum cheeks jiggling. Those same maids smirked and giggled. She was furious and embarrassed and all sort of turned on. At least that’s what she says now. If she stopped or complained Natalie would just jab a long black-lacquer nail in her back. Nat’s pretty mean (and pretty pretty, if you know what I mean). She has a whole harem of people queuing up to lick her boots and bring her treats.

When they finally reached the taboo world of Downstairs Abi was met by three older girls she hadn’t seen before, sitting on a huge sofa as if they owned the place and all wearing these beautiful matching outfits in red lace, with thongs, waspies, bras, everything. Like an Agent Provocateur ad, really. After staring at her for a bit, the ice blonde and the East Asian-looking girl turned and nodded at the third, a tall dark-skinned woman, who smiled broadly at them, stood, stretched and took Abi by the arm. As she was led through one of several doorways set into the curved wall, Abi looked back to see the other girls sank giggling into each other’s arms. So hot!

Her new guide, who said she was called Tarama, walked quickly ahead, heels clicking in time with Nat’s on the chill marble floor. Nat says she’d never seen such beautiful buttocks as they swayed before her. She’s right – Tarama is gorgeous – but I prefer Abi’s little peach backside myself.

This salon is really, really not like your high street waxing place. It is more like, you know, a palace or some mad Vegas influencer’s idea of a salon. There are still the usual kinds of chair things, all shiny in blood-red leather, but there are also beds and things with straps and beds with straps and oh, bondage heaven, as well as sinks and big mirrors.

The magazines are different, too, obviously. Tried to sneak one out, one day, a Japanese import full of latex and wide-eyed fox spirits, but I got ağrı escort punished so hard it still makes me a bit wet thinking about it.

Abi told me they took her to a strappy bed – she was furious with Natalie about this, Abi says, but I think she got off on it a bit – and they got her up all spread out and stuff.

Still a little bit damp, and all sweet-smelling from that bath. What I’d give to see her like that! Then, then, big sister Natalie walked over to her and slowly, slowly leaned over, eyes locked on Abi’s, and blows on her little clit. She was already moaning, but then Tamara brought the hot wax and slowly, carefully poured it over the last few hairs on her exposed crotch. All the time Natalie is watching, standing there in that pure-sex dress and heels, and smirking through her blood-red lipstick.

When it was all cooled Tamara looked meekly at Natalie, who nodded briskly. Tamara then slowly peeled away the hardened wax to leave shiny new lips on her Mistress’ youngest daughter. She must have squealed, there must have been tears on those long eyelashes, but Abi insists her pretty pouting lips were sealed and she wore her dominatrix pokerface all the way through. I always believe my beautiful mistress, of course I do.

I suppose while all that was going on I was back home in the boring bathroom carefully shaving my own little vag with my own boring little razor, thinking about what knickers would match the silky stockings best. And which were clean, of course, rather than in a shiny pile of dirty things by my bed that I would definitely wash any day soon. Did I drop my vibe in that pile again? Should check.

Anyway. Some people have big houses and high-heel beauties to wash for them and wax them naked. Some of us have to shave ourselves. Ah well.

Anyway, enough of my complaining. I’m pretty lucky to have Abi as my mistress. I mean, she’s super -hot, exactly my type, and she lives in this palace, after all, and is probably almost as pervy as I am, nearly. So Tamara had carefully waxed

Abi’s poor little pussy all bare and smooth, and Abi was probably yelping about it way more than she admits, and eventually Tamara gave her a curt nod and, after smoothing aloe Vera cream all over her, just walked off, swaying on those heels.

As I think I mentioned, Tamara is all tall and curved like a Kardashian, and, after her long fingers had spent so long massaging that cream all through my girl’s lady bits Abi was pretty much beside herself. She’s made of tough stuff, but only human.

After all that, just when Abi is melting, Natalie slowly clicked her way over, leaned way down so her black-silk nips brushed Abi’s bare thighs, and slid up to kiss my girl’s yearning lips. I’m jealous now, just imagining it. And damp down there. Bitch. But so sexy.

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