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Paige could feel kisses and caresses, that felt so nice, they cut through the fog of sleep as she started to rise up to fully awake. She was on her belly, her legs were gently parted, and she felt a warm, wet mouth against her pussy, mmmm and a hungry tongue was licking all over her tight seam, then arrowed in. She moaned low in her throat as the lust was being stroked up.

Tiffany was eager to wake Paige up, then take control. Last night, she had been the submissive sex doll for Paige, this morning, it was time to reverse the roles. She knew that Paige was very much like herself, eager to be a submissive slut, on one hand, then flip the coin, and be the dominant one on the next rodeo.

”On your back, hands above your head, my sexy student!”

Quickly complying, Paige saw the leather loops being fitted around her wrists, her arms raised up and tethered to the headboard. Tiffany had brought out her toys, these had been bought especially with Paige in mind. Tiffany gave Paige a smile of sheer lust, as she readied an 18-inch double dildo, a vibrator, and a pink ball gag.

Paige was quickly gagged, and Tiffany grabbed her cheeks, lifting her ass and pulling them apart, tongue sliding over the taint, mmmmmm, then Paige felt the tingling rush as Tiffy’s searching tongue centered in on the bullseye of her tight little bunghole. Tiffany slurped and slobbered all over it, tongue pressing against the tight little starfish, Tiffy felt the surging lust as she worked over her, getting that tight little hole ready. She brought a finger in, applied some lube, and spread it in.

Tiff slid the vibrator into Paige’s hot, wet cunt, and after the vibrator had been soaked in the juices of Paige’s lust, Paige was ready, her eyes flared wide, and she felt the nudge against her asshole, then the penetration, this was no little buttplug, she let out grunts as she was spread open until the full 7 inches was well stuffed up her ass.

Tiffany cooed, “Now for your other sweet hole.”

She held up the 18 inches, letting Paige’s eyes get a good look at the cunt stuffer. The big dildo was soon nudging against Paige’s creamy center as Tiffany started to work it in. Paige was breathing tokat escort heavily, eyes shining with lust as she was impaled on that big cunt stretcher.

Ten inches of the dildo were standing at the ready for Tiffany’s eager cunt, as she swung herself into position. It drove Tiffany’s lust, to see her hot student, those beautiful full red lips ovaled around the ball gag, Paige’s eyes full of the fire of need.

“You ready for me, Paige honey?” she cooed. A vigorous nod was the only answer. “Mmmmm,” Tiffy sighed, her fingers running up and down the cock, “Let’s get this big fucker in me, right now!”

She climbed onto the bed and squatted over that formidable cock, lubed it expertly in her drooling snatch, and dropped onto it, driving it into herself in one stroke. They both groaned and Tiffy shivered as she brought her hands to her breasts, mauling her big nipples, pinching and twisting them.

Tiffany took the vibrator remote, switched on the vibrations, and Paige’s tight asshole felt the tingling, it was rubbing against the dildo, god, the double sensations were nothing short of amazing. Tiffany then ordered Paige, “Fuck me, fuck me hard!” And her hips began to churn, Paige eagerly humped up at her, the massive cock pleasuring both of them.

Tiffany rode that shaft, grunting as her pussy was stretched wide as she pistoned her hips up and down. The room quickly filled with the sounds of hot sex, Tiffy’s grunts, growls, and cries of pleasure, Paige’s muffled sounds of pleasure, and the hot wet squelch of two very juicy cunts being pounded by a double dildo.

Mmmmmm, fuck it was so good, Tiffany looked down at Paige, smiling as she saw her lover’s helpless state, being used for her pleasure, a live sex doll, and the look of total carnal ecstasy. Oh yeah, she loved it, and Tiffy tossed her head back, starting to pump her hips harder, faster, feeling the rising tide of an orgasm starting to catch up with her.

“Oh, God!” Tiffany groaned, after fifteen minutes of good solid fucking, and about five orgasms, and she teetered on the edge of a huge orgasm, “You sure know how to fuck a girl!” And then she tumbled into a massive yozgat escort orgasm, her loud shriek of pleasure filling the bedroom, the huge cock mercilessly reaming her hot, wet pussy as she convulsed on it.

And Paige, with leather cuffs securing her arms to the headboard of the bed, legs spread, a humming vibrator stuffed up her tight ass, finally came, the ball gag kept her howls of orgasm to nothing more than totally muffled grunts, humping upwards against Tiffy’s snatch, fucking her teacher as hard as she could, their pubic mounds smacking together, riding her orgasm, bonded together by the huge 18 inch double ended dildo reaming out both their hot, wet cunts.

Tiffany collapsed on top of Paige, her cunt still humming with aftershocks, god, it felt like her overheated fuck hole would never calm down. She rolled off, pulling herself off, and cupped her hand over her opening, hoping that her touch would calm the raging heat. At last, she sighed with relief as she felt the shocks start to fade away.

Paige, next to Tiffy, squirmed and made mmmppphhh sounds, she was suffering the same way, and Tiffany quickly took care of her, removing the vibrator and dildo, freeing her wrists, and plucking the ball gag out of her mouth. Once freed up, Paige rolled in against Tiffany, cuddling to her teacher.

*****

Tiffany and Paige made love most of the day, god, it was so hot to use and be used. Both of their cunts and asses were hot and glowing, well-worn fuck-holes after the uses that were put to them.

Paige reluctantly got dressed, she had to attend her grandparent’s dinner party, and non-attendance would be severely criticized and questioned why.

“Tiffy, this day was so hot, on Monday, I’ll have a nice surprise for you, I’m sure you will love it!”

Tiffany was enamored, she felt that she could fall in love with Paige, fairly easily. Paige’s sexy nudity, 5’10” inches of redheaded heat, same 130 pounds as herself, full 36D breasts, her pussy waxed bare and hairless, the tight little coin slot of her opening that Tiff could lick for days. They were in a hot embrace, tongues coming together in a loving duet before zonguldak escort Paige finally had to take her leave.

As Paige drove towards the dinner party, she was sure that she was falling in love with Tiffany. God, she couldn’t get enough of the super sexy Ms. Jones, with her being 28, only 10 years older than Paige, five foot seven, 130 pounds, shoulder length golden honey color hair, jade green eyes, and a nice smooth complexion. Firm, upright breasts, full grapefruit-sized mounds, the nipples jutting up, her tummy was flat, her hips had a sexy curve, sleek, full legs, her rump had a graceful curve, perky and smooth. Paige felt that she could spend the rest of her life pleasuring that super sexy lady, and she wondered how Tiffy felt about her.

*****

On Monday, Tiffany was in class, and Paige arrived earlier, it was 15 minutes before class. She smiled at the sight of her nude teacher, and quickly stripped naked. They came together in a lust-filled embrace, teacher and student sharing swirls of tongue-filled passion before they came up for air.

Paige reached into her backpack and drew out two items, and cooed, “For you Tiffany, from all of us.”

With that, the rest of the class entered, and watched as Tiffany unwrapped her gifts. She gasped when she saw them. They were two large photographs, very professionally made, and framed, that showed the entire class, naked of course, with their sexy asses turned to the camera, the sight of their naked backsides was a sight to behold. They had arranged themselves in 2 rows on a large outdoor staircase, 13 on the bottom tier and 12 on the top.

The second picture had them now facing the camera, showing their sweet cunts and tits, smiles of lust lighting up every face, giving Tiffany a wonderful view of her class.

Tiffany was touched, it was such a loving gesture, and her voice was choked with emotion as she said, “Thank you, class, I will treasure these pictures.”

One of the walls had some hooks on it, and she carefully hung them up, and the class crowded around her, and Tiffany felt soft lips against her. She descended into a hazy pleasure of soft lips and swirling tongues as all her students gave her very sexy good-morning kisses.

And later, during the please the teacher period, Tiffany was able to look at the photographs hanging on the wall, feeling the extra surge of her class showing their all, while her sweet fuckhole was being serviced by her eager, horny students.

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I awakened still smelling of Annette’s beautiful scent which reminded me of love and sex. Holding her in my arms she was breathing lightly on my breast so gorgeous, my beautiful wife. I didn’t want to wake her I just wanted to watch her sleep a little longer.

Today we have a four-hour dolphin watch tour off the coastline of Kona and some snorkeling by the Captain Cook Monument. Annette opened her sweet green eyes and smiled as we lay in the king size bed idling away the morning in paradise.

“Last night was wonderful, Cheryle,” Annette spoke in her sexy voice, “I love you so much.”

Kissing me sweetly, then passionately, her tongue dancing in my mouth. Our naked bodies coming together, hands, fingers, legs, feet rubbing each other. Pussies grinding together bringing the usual arousal.

Intertwining in perfect delight, scissoring, legs divided a pleasurable intersection. Our wet clits colliding, rubbing, moaning, ecstasy with a purpose. The art of two women making love so beautifully inclined.

Sweet nectar flowing, fingers inside wet pussies, what an entertaining passion, a tasteful elixir. Two women on fire, the redhead and the blonde, split like scissors.

Humping frantically, squeals and sighs, feelings building.

Speed increasing here comes our orgasmic delight. A great way to ordu escort start a day in Hawaii with my beautiful wife. Panting like wild animals, bodies grinding and shaking, squirting her juices, a beautiful orgasm for two.

Recovering our senses and noticing the clock we had to hurry to catch our boat at the dock at KEAUHOU BAY, Kailua-Kona. We jumped in the shower together washing our bodies.

Toweling dry and putting on our matching tie dye thong bikinis, shorts, and flip flops. Out the door in a flash, into a waiting cab, an onto the boat dock. We walked Walk past the boat trailer parking toward the boat ramp. Look to our right we saw the crew checking in guests at the picnic table next to restrooms.

We checked in and made small talk with one of the guides. Ellie. a short woman, shorter then me anyway, with short black hair and the cutest dolphin tattoo. She is a naturalist which to my surprise has nothing to do with sex.

On the boat we watched the Hawaiian Spinner Dolphins play in the boats wake. Getting some great photos as the Hawaiian Spinner Dolphins leaped and spined out of the water. Viewing the dolphins in their natural environment with Ellie explaining how to respect these intelligent creatures’ boundaries. They feed in deeper waters at night, spinner dolphins osmaniye escort come close to the Kona shore where they often interact with their boats, playing in their wake as they were now.

Ellie said the utmost respect and care was given to her aquatic friends to assure that people do not disrupt their rest, nursing and breeding behaviors. Depending on where and when they locate the dolphins there would be time for a quick snorkel at one of the many beautiful reef areas along the Kona coast line, quite possibly Kealakekua Bay.

Ellie was a naturalist, I get it, laughing to myself. Time to get wet, the drew passed out snorkel gear to us and the rest of the passengers.

“Stick with me we’ll have fun” Ellie almost whisper to Annette and I.

Jumping in the warm ocean water, we snorkeled with Ellie around the reef. Seeing the Hawaiian Spinner Dolphin as they should be, wild and free! Ellie our naturalist guided us on the journey we enjoyed and I’m sure will talk about for years to come. Snorkeling the pristine reef at the Captain Cook Monument. As we searched for dolphins those, wonderful, beautiful creatures in the warm tropical waters, Ellie shared her knowledge about the Dolphin’s life cycle, habitats, and behaviors. As we encountered these beautiful animals in sinop escort their natural habitat. Their torpedo-shaped bodies darting smoothly through the waves, swimming and rolling in formation, like synchronized swimmers. I looked to the horizon observing a pod of dolphins off in the distance, leaping high into the air as they traveled together.

After we some spent time snorkeling viewing these beautiful dolphins we cruised the coast line looking for other marine life. Ellie pointed out sea caves, sea arches and spoke of Hawaiian History. As the boat docked Annette and I decided to ask Elie to join us for dinner. Ellie agreed to meet us at our hotel for dinner and we hugged her and thanked her for a wonderful day.

Back in our room we showered and dressed for dinner in loose flowered sundresses no panties or bras. Ellie knocked and Annette open the door to a gorgeous little lady in an Hawaiian dress her feet in cute pink flip flops. Annette invited her into our room and I made some drinks.

We drank, chatted and munched on some appetizers I had order from room service. Annette and Ellie started kissing, as I watched my beautiful wife make out with the naturalist, my pussy said hello again. I watched their hands roam each others bodies, dresses coming off, fingering each other.

I rubbed my clit feverishly, Ellie sucking Annette’s amble breast, fingers working wet pussies. Getting on my knees, crawling between Ellies legs, Giving our naturalist a good licking with my long tongue.

A magical night with my wonderful wife exploring our journey of sexual freedom on the big island.

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This story is the second in the timeline of nine Max Pemberton detective stories. You’re encouraged to read “Maelstrom” to give you additional background, though this story can stand on its own.

A big thank you to migbird for his thoughts over the course of Max’s journey.

Here’s the chronological breakdown of Max’s stories:

Maelstrom

Deception

Cold Steel

Hot Steel

Pink Ice

Betrayal

Loss of Innocence

Revenge is Best Served Cold

To Hell … And Back

This story is being entered into the “Ode to Mickey Spillane” challenge so your votes and comments are appreciated.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

Recap

To those readers who are new to the “Max” series of stories, read this first. For you Max fans, you’re welcome to skip this section.

Maxine “Max” Pemberton was a six year veteran of the Cincinnati police force. She spent five years on patrol in Cincinnati’s notorious West End neighborhood and transferred a year ago to become a detective in the Vice squad. Her partner was Lesley Groesbeck, a short Barbie-esqe blonde, who was a recent graduate of the Cincinnati’s police academy and whose father Saul was a former Chief of Police.

Max was married to Ron Pemberton, though recently divorced, and finally acknowledged to the world that she was a lesbian.

She was taller than most woman, a big breasted attractive brunette with a weakness for beautiful women and cheap drink. She was fiercely loyal to her friends, chief among them Nicky Flores, the owner of Nicky’s Diner, who recently inherited the restaurant from her late father Gustave, and Maddie Bailey, the owner of an upscale bar in one of Cincinnati’s trendier neighborhoods.

Max lived at the Royal Palms Motel, a flophouse located in the heart of the West End, whose chief clientele were members of the local prostitution trade. Max could never seem to get her finances in order, nor any other aspects of her personal life. She lived to work, and was well regarded by her peers but reviled by management for her irreverent attitude towards her superiors.

Max’s current love interest was Courtney Landry, a 25 year old vampy hipster who was five years younger than Max. Courtney was the daughter of Jim Landry, the biggest car dealer in Cincinnati, and reputed to be one of the wealthiest persons in that city. Because of her family’s extreme wealth, she had no need to hold a job and spent the majority of her time chasing women. Though it began as a purely physical relationship, Max couldn’t help but start caring for Courtney but wasn’t sure the feeling was mutual.

Nicky came to Max with two pressing problems, the $35,000 she owed in protection money to a Vietnamese gang headed by Trong Lai, an intelligent and ruthless West End warlord, and the $50,000 investment she needed to repair and refurbish her diner in order to stay in operation.

Max tangled with Trong (see Maelstrom) teaming with DaVanna Caruso, an ambitious, drop dead gorgeous attorney with an Italian father and African-American mother, who recently assumed the top spot in the Hamilton County Prosecuting Attorney’s office after the unexpected early retirement of her boss, Maureen McCormick.

All was not copacetic between Max and DaVanna. Max suspected DaVanna used illicit methods to secure her political career, co-opting her younger sister Alessandra to burgle a law firm and steal several laptops with confidential information on them, the subject matter of which was still a mystery to Max. Alessandra was arrested in connection with the theft, but never formally charged.

Max did discover that DaVanna had made a deal with Trong Lai to intimidate the witnesses who would have put Alessandra in jail in exchange for her deep sixing a murder charge against the crime boss. DaVanna, being the politician without a moral compass (aren’t they all?), reneged on her deal with Trong. Max assisted with the arrest of Trong, who was ultimately convicted of first degree murder and given a life sentence. Trong’s imprisonment solved Nicky’s debt issue.

Alessandra was able to shed her checkered past, using her recently completed culinary training to assume charge of the kitchen at Nicky’s Diner. Courtney stepped forward with a $50,000 investment in the diner in exchange for a half interest in the restaurant.

With Trong in jail and Nicky’s diner reopened, better than ever, the waters were calm for just a moment before Max’s life, once again, went into turbulent seas.

And now forward to the tale . . .

Chapter One

The Purse

“Ahhhh Max,” my lover Courtney sighed, raising and opening her karaman escort well-toned thighs to the delight of my lustful eyes. My tongue raked over her swollen labia one more time as her legs trembled beneath me. She held on to my hair and babbled as I made passionate love to her sweet pussy. I tasted her, and the taste made me want her more. It was plain and simple the best sex of my life.

Courtney and I were now officially a “thing,” having been together for six entire months. In Max time, relationships were measured in days and weeks, not months. It started as a one night stand, so the relationship I thought was going to end the next day ended up lasting six months. It was 2 a.m., and neither of us wanted the day (and night) to end. We were having sex, like many of the occupants of the Royal Palms Motel, so no one was going to bang on the wall if we decided to go at it again.

The Royal Palms was a motel in Cincinnati’s West End, an august establishment frequented by the local prostitutes and drug addicts. It was also my official residence for the past year, a tribute more to my laziness than a desire to live in squalor. Maybe it was a statement about me.

I staggered to the bathroom after our marathon lovemaking session to wash up. I figured it was about time to go to sleep since I’d have to get ready for work in a scant three hours. I saw that Courtney was rifling through my nightstand searching for a pack of cigarettes. I tried mightily to quit smoking, but there really wasn’t any substitute for a cigarette after satisfying sex. I figured I’d join her out on the second floor walkway just outside my room.

The quiet of the early morning was ripped apart by a blood curdling scream from the next room, followed by a thud, sounding like someone’s body hitting the floor. Because the walls were paper thin, we couldn’t help but be a voyeur to what was happening next door. Courtney stopped her search for a smoke and stood up straight.

“Sounded like someone just hit the deck.”

“Yeah,” I reluctantly acknowledged. Of course it did. So fucking what. Violence . . . and sex . . . were daily occurrences at the Royal Palms. I was naked and still had Courtney’s pussy juice smeared all over my face. What happened next door wasn’t one of things I wanted to think about, trying to preserve my state of post-coital bliss.

“Shouldn’t we be doing something?” she asked, never forgetting that I was a cop first and her lover second. It wasn’t lost on me that she was starting to use the royal “we” in our bedroom conversation. That’s something that happens later in a relationship and that fact alone scared me.

“Why?” I fired back, trying to put up a strong front against the inevitable. I told myself I was off duty and it was fucking two a.m. “Go ahead and call 911 if you’re that worried.”

I was dreading having to get dressed and confront God knows what.

“Max?”

Courtney was appealing to my inner angel. Damn it. She knew me well enough to get through the weak defense I put up. I resigned myself to my fate just to get it over with.

“Fine, fine, I’ll see what’s going on,” I muttered. She was still naked and horny. Why the fuck would I leave that?

I walked over to her and pointed to my cheek. “Lick here.”

“OK,” she said. She cradled the back of my head with her hands and gave my cheek a leisurely swipe of her velvety soft tongue.

“What was that all about?” she asked me.

“It’s your pussy juice. I expect more of it there when I get back.”

“Is that a threat?” she asked me with mock indignation.

“You’re making me go next door so think of it as a reward.”

She flashed a mischievous smile and dipped her fingers into her recently defiled pussy and then fed them to me. I sucked on them. Sweetness. Courtney. Why the fuck did I have to leave?

“Consider this a down payment,” she said in her best sexy voice.

Maybe Courtney was going to make it up to me when I got back. That thought was pleasing. She was the sexiest, nastiest creature I’d ever met, and she owed me. Mmmmmm. I had an inkling that I’d let myself fall in love with her, a development that could only lead to disaster. Unfortunately that never had stopped me before and I was worried I’d have another spectacular letdown.

I shuffled to the bathroom to clean myself up enough to be make my next door visit, and dressed with clothes I was wearing that I’d thrown on the floor, which consisted of a hoodie, a t-shirt, and a pair of old ripped jeans. For God’s sake, it wasn’t an official police call. Just a concerned neighbor. I could still hear shouting. Something about a purse if I was making it out right. I stepped out of my room. It was cool outside, finally, after hitting a hundred degrees that day. I saw Courtney peeking through the drapes as I passed the front window of our room. I waved to her and she let them shut.

I knocked on the door to Room 205. Muffled voices that were engaged in angry conversation suddenly went silent. Heavy footfalls thumped kars escort towards me and the door opened only a crack, the security chain still engaged. Light leaked out along with the background noise of their TV.

“What the fuck do you want?” a man’s voice growled. He didn’t appear to be the welcoming sort, but I didn’t expect common courtesy.

His bloated face peered through the gap. He had a two day growth of stubble on his chin. On Brad Pitt it would have looked sexy. On him it just looked gross. He had long, greasy black hair and was wearing a muscle t-shirt and jeans that were unbuttoned at the waist, allowing his ample beer gut to hang free. He was barefoot and reeked of body odor.

“I heard the shouting next door …” I started to say.

He tried to slam the door shut but I anticipated that move. My police issue steel toed shoe was wedged in the gap between the door and the door frame so he was unable to make any headway, though he kept pushing.

“Like I said, I heard shouting and then I believe someone got hit.”

His eyes were bloodshot and angry. “Get the fuck out of here.”

I could see a woman cowering in the background.

“Just let me ask the lady if she’s OK and then I’ll be on my way.”

“Fuck you. You’re not a cop or nothing. This is private.”

He pushed again on the door but my foot wasn’t going anywhere.

“Actually I’m an off duty cop, and I’ve got all night,” I told him. I think his thick head finally understood my motivation and could hear my resolve. He reluctantly slid the chain off and opened the door.

I watched the scumbag half drag the woman by the arm over to me. She looked young, maybe twenty, a gaunt physique with stringy dishwater blonde hair and hollowed out eyes. I spotted a few fresh bruises on her arms. It was clear she hadn’t been treated well.

“Go ahead Hannah, tell this nice policewoman that you’re OK.”

She nodded, though I got the distinct impression she wasn’t OK.

“Why doesn’t Hannah just step outside here so I can talk with her?” I told him.

He went to shove me. Big mistake. Even though he was bigger than me he expected me to stay still. I didn’t. I stepped aside and the big oaf stumbled forward. I booted him in the ass so he lunged forward and did a face plant on the outside concrete walkway. I quickly slipped into the room, deadbolted the door and hooked the security chain.

I could hear him get up. He pounded on the door.

“Let me in you fucking bitch!”

His insult didn’t motivate me to open the door.

“Keep pounding and someone’s going to call the cops,” I said through the door. “They’re all my friends so that wouldn’t work out very well for you.”

The pounding stopped.

“That’s better. I’m going to have a chat with Hannah and then I’ll let you back in, OK?”

He didn’t really have any choice.

“OK,” he said in a dejected voice. I’d had my share of bullies and knew how to put them in their place.

Hannah was practically slumped in front of me, high on something. Her eyes were glossy and wet.

“What’s up Hannah?”

“I’m … I’m OK,” she told me, though not convincingly. I looked closely at the fresh bruises on her arms. She’d clearly been hit, probably by the asshole outside.

“No you’re not,” I insisted. “I know what OK looks like and you’re not OK. Are you using?”

She nodded.

“Crystal?”

She nodded again. She looked like a meth head. The sallow complexion. The waiflike appearance. The nervous tic.

“So what were you and …”

“Bobby.”

“So what were you and Bobby fighting about?”

“Nothing.”

“It didn’t sound like nothing. I was having pleasurable sex next door and my partner insisted I see what the fuck was going on here, so tell me.”

“Bobby … uh found something that belonged to someone else and we were trying to decide if we should return it.”

“Does your decision making include him hitting you?”

“He didn’t mean nothing by it.”

Typical battered woman excuse. Unfortunately I wasn’t going to be able to save her with a five minute visit.

“OK Hannah, what is it that you were fighting about?”

“I can’t …”

It was the middle of the night. I didn’t have time to play these games. Besides, Courtney was waiting for me and she made a promise to take me to sexual nirvana.

“God damn it Hannah. Tell me now or I call the cops.”

“OK, OK.”

She reached under the bed and pulled out a cream colored Louis Vuitton calfskin handbag. She handed it to me.

I opened it and pulled out the matching wallet and looked at the driver’s license.

It said, “DaVanna Caruso.”

Fuck.

DaVanna was an Assistant Prosecuting Attorney that I ran across when I helped my friend Nicky discharge $35,000 she owed as protection money. We were on semi-friendly terms, but I felt we would be crossing swords soon. She was dirty, and I was going to prove it. Maybe this was an omen.

The wallet still had money in it. I flipped though the bills. kıbrıs escort There must have been at least $500. Bobby must have “acquired” the purse very recently. I pulled all the money out of the wallet and gave it to Hannah.

“This is yours … consider it a finder’s fee.”

Hannah’s face lit up. “Thanks!”

“It’s our secret, right?”

“Sure.”

“If you want, you can buy yourself a bus ticket to someplace else. I don’t think Bobby’s the right person for you.”

“OK,” she said, though I doubted she heard what I said, or had anyplace else to go.

“Now I’m going outside to talk to Bobby. You guys just be a little quieter, OK?”

She nodded. She and Bobby were likely going to use the money to go on a long bender. The condemned life of a drug addict.

I opened the door. Bobby was sitting on the floor with his knees up against his chest, shivering in the cold night air with a good case of road rash on his face. Docile as a housecat.

“Get up,” I told him.

He did. My voice had the authority that compelled obedience.

I waved the bag in front of him. “Listen Bobby, I know this purse was stolen …”

He started to protest. I held out my hand.

“Bobby, I’m not an idiot. People don’t just leave Louis Vuitton bags out on the sidewalk. Now look. I’ve given Hannah all the money out of the wallet. That’s really what’s of value to you. I’m going to take this purse and return it to its rightful owner. Now you don’t know who that is, do you?”

“No I swear. I don’t know who owns it.”

I believed him.

“You’re free to go. Go easier on Hannah, will you?”

“Uh huh.”

“Are you right handed or left handed Bobby?”

“What? Right handed. Who the fuck cares?”

“Bobby, if I see you again I’m going to break your right arm. Do you understand?”

I twisted his right arm until he winced. “Do you understand me?”

“Yeah … sure.” I think after he heard that I gave the cash to Hannah he stopped listening. He didn’t move.

I gave him a swift kick in the ass.

“Go on. Get the fuck out of here.”

He went into the room and shut the door softly behind him. I went back into our room, holding the purse. It was kind of hard for Courtney not to notice that I was holding a Louis Vuitton bag. It didn’t match my tattered jeans.

Courtney sat up in bed. Bless her heart she was still naked. “Where’d you get the fancy bag?”

“Junkies next door had it. They were fighting over it.”

“Is that all it was?”

“Uh huh.”

“Knock-off?” she asked me. She rightfully assumed that no one in the right mind would be carrying a real one in the West End.

“Afraid not,” I told her, plopping the bag down on a guest chair. DaVanna Caruso wouldn’t be caught dead with a fake one.

“That one’s five grand, maybe more,” she said.

“You must have one of them.”

“Actually I have two, in different colors. I have this cream color, but I also have one in red.”

I picked up the bag and sashayed around the room. “Of course. I wouldn’t be caught dead without at least two of these,” I said haughtily.

“Fuck you Max.”

I dropped the bag on the floor.

“I was hoping for that.”

I pulled my tee over my head and my braless tits flopped out. I dropped my jeans and kicked them off.

“I’ve got something for you,” I told her, lying next to her on the bed, as naked as she was.

“You shouldn’t have,” said Courtney. She leaned over and gave my nipple a loving suck.

“Ummm,” I told her.

She sucked on the other one.

She looked at me with her bright eyes. “I’m an equal opportunity sucker,” she proclaimed.

“Stop talking,” I told her. I mussed her hair while she made sloppy love to my breasts.

“You’re getting carried away,” I told her. Her drool was literally dripping off my tits.

“Can’t help it,” she said, then resumed the tongue bath.

“Pussy needs attention,” I told her.

“Shut up.”

I kept my trap shut, and her fingers worked their magic on my pussy as she sucked on my nipples to her heart’s content.

“That’s it Courtney,” I told her when she found that sweet rhythm that’ll take you to the promised land.

Her fingers worked faster. It was inevitable now. All systems were firing as one. My tits, my pussy and my ass.

“Yes, fuck yes,” I yelled, not caring that Bobby and Hannah would hear us.

“Mphhhh,” she said, raking my nipple with her teeth.

My hips raised up, straining for the ceiling.

“Uhhhh,” I grunted. She was a glorious cum master and I was her puppet.

She kept going until she sensed I was fucked out. I melted into the bedsheets.

“Thank you Courtney,” I told her, sleepily and lovingly.

The handbag was long forgotten.

* * *

There’s nothing like waking up next to a naked woman. It was exactly 4:30 a.m. My body was programmed to wake up at that time. Courtney was still spooned up against me, fast asleep. Her arm was draped over my midsection, and even asleep, she was cupping my breast. I knew I wasn’t going to go back to sleep, so I carefully lifted up her arm and slid out of bed. I pulled up the covers over my sleeping beauty. She had taken her make-up off, and the gel in her short, dark hair was washed out with last night’s shower. She was natural, and I liked her even better that way.

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I volunteer at CVLS Chicago Volunteer Legal Services, founded in 1964 is the first and pre-eminent pro bono provider of legal services to those in need. CVLS is comprised of 2,100+ volunteer attorneys who donate free services to thousands of low-income Chicagoans annually. For over 55 years, CVLS has built a strong relationship with Chicago’s court system and judges. Judges in Probate, Chancery and Domestic Relations appoint CVLS to represent parties in complex litigation and to serve as guardian ad litem for children or disabled adults.

Ann and I were on our way to the annual CVLS fundraising cocktail party and dinner at the Waldorf Astoria Chicago Hotel, situated on beautiful Lake Michigan, in the Sinclair Ballroom. Walking down the downtown streets dressed to kill in a Givenchy black dress with slinky black heels on my cute little feet, Ann was dressed in a red Valentino dress with red pumps.

We arrived at the Sinclair Ballroom the ballroom is located on the east end of the fifth floor artful and graceful, silk covered walls, coffered ceilings, with chandeliers and gold coast views from the outdoor terrace. Entering the giant ballroom packed with guest We took a glasses of champagne from a passing waiter this was a crowd of the rich and elite some of who I knew has they were clients of my law firm. We mingled making small talk, I emphasized my volunteer kırşehir escort work at CVLS, giving back to the city/community I love. I was on my third glass of champagne, flirting with some tech billionaire, hoping he write a big check.

When they flickered the lights, to signal, for everyone to take their seats for dinner. I quickly found my table, taking my seat, I felt like Cinderella. Dinner was exquisite, the conversation was fascinating, the group of eight at our table included, some of the most influential people in Chicago.

Ann my beautiful wife was charming everyone as always she has a special way of making people feel comfortable and at ease. Sitting to my left I watched Ann, amazed, at her charm, wit, the perfect wife. The lady seated to my left, a widow, who had no escort, beautiful, refined, elegant, in her forties.

Elizabeth explained her husband who founded a company, which was sold for millions, after he had died of a heart attack unexpectedly. I talked to her while Ann charmed the rest of the table, she had sad eyes, I could feel her pain and loss as she spoke.

Instinctively I put my hand on her thigh tenderly as she spoke to me. As my attention turned back to the rest of the table, I felt her hand holding mine under the table, soft, delicate, she stroke lightly with her thumb.

After dinner there were malatya escort speeches and remarks, Elizabeth still held my hand tenderly, I felt her foot/toes lightly touching my calf. I was lost in the moment, her blatant flirting was stirring feelings inside me, Ann holding my other hand oblivious to what was going on under the table.

As the speeches were ending and people started moving, mingling, again, Elizbeth slipped me a card key to a room which I quickly tucked in my Christian Louboutin evening bag.

Ann and I moved around the room as people started to leave.

“Elizbeth wants to talk to me in her room about a donation,” I said innocently.

“Do you want me to wait?” Ann asked.

“No sweetie, I’ll get you a uber home, hopefully I will not be long,” I said with a loving smile,

Walking her out, putting her in the uber, kissing her sweetly, waving as she drove away. I walked back in to Elizabeth’s hotel room letting myself in. I unzipped my evening gown letting it fall to the floor, unclipping my bra freeing my breast, I removed my heels. Climbing into the king size bed to wait for Elizabeth.

She came in the room smiling at my nakedness I watched her strip slowly building my desire. My eyes roamed her beautiful breast over her flat/fit stomach to a generous bush. Elizabeth climbed in the king size bed next to me niğde escort nibbling my neck.

Kissing fervently, tongues dancing, she stroked my long red hair. A sense of lust filling the room, a lonely woman longing for companionship, her hand pinching my delicate nipples.

Legs intertwined, pussy grinding together, her soft sighs an moans. I kissed my way down Elizabeth’s body, she wiggled in pleasure, through her soft bush. My long tongue flicking her clit, licking at her growing wetness, pushing my tongue deep inside her sweet pussy.

Her legs raised and bent, sweet little toes in the air, wiggling and moaning, Elizabeth seemed to like my work. Curling my long tongue inside her wet cunt, feeling her grab my head, sounds of her coming orgasm filling my ears.

Holding there till her shaking stopped, snuggling with Elizabeth tenderly, I hoped I had eased the widows pain. We caressed each other, her fingers entering my hungry wet pussy, bringing her wet fingers to my clit.

My fingers flowed over body, pinching her nipples playfully, squeezing her butt softly. Rubbing her from behind from her wet pussy to her tight asshole poking fingers in both. A sexual, erotic, dance to the music of our moans.

We made love to each other ending with shattering mutual orgasms. Shaking, squealing in delight, like teenagers exploring. She confided this was her first time with a woman which made me feel so special.

As I dressed, she was writing her donation check, kissing and embracing me at the door. Riding home holding a million dollar check/donation in my hand I knew Ann would be so proud of me when I got home.

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My hands grip her throat and I madly engulf her lips in mine. She submits herself completely in me.

I hold her in my arms and find her out of breath. We unlock ourselves and take a moment’s break.

We stare deeply at each other. Is it just like the old times? We have already broken uncountable boundaries and are about to cross more forbidden paths. Paths which are beckoning us recklessly in an unbridled and delicious physical journey, and we are answering those irresistible calls frantically, pushing beyond our limits. Way beyond.

Mini’s eyes are burning in a lustful passion. I too find myself getting overcome by such an intense heatwave of desires that I am not able to stop myself. Mini is welcoming me wholeheartedly and I desperately take the plunge.

I hug her tightly and bite on the side of her neck. She does not expect this sudden brush of teeth and grips me harder. I lick the wound portion, moving my tongue slowly over it, till I reach her earlobe. A playful probe into it causes her to whimper aloud…

She is grasping me tightly and tries to take a sort of lying position with me, as she is struggling to stand any longer.

Maybe she is all wet down there.

The thought is such an exciting turn-on…

I lift the loose end of her sari draped over her shoulder and bring it down. One glance at her blouse reveals how the palpable excitement is forcing her nipples to push through her bra. She peeks at me coyly, blushing like a newly wed bride, while I scan my eyes down from her distracting cleavage, slowly along her entire body.

She possesses shapely curves at all the right places, and I am unable to control myself in consuming her entire figure. Inch by inch.

Drawing the sari out of her petticoat, I take her hand and make lie her down on their bed.

Darkness is swiftly settling in now, but I can still figure out the the glistening sweat beads on her forehead and around her buxom cleavage.

She extends her hand and switches on a soothingly mild nightlamp, which helps create a more ideal ambience to make love. I nod in appreciation.

I climb on top of her, and again start kissing her deeply. I almost deliberately pin her hands down on both sides, and drown her in ample liplocks, indulging in non-stop tongue plays and thereby leaving her lips more swollen than ever before.

“I missed this so much…” she whispers.

“Me too”… I murmur back. She looks so beautiful, her lips slightly parted, a bit of saliva at the edges, her willing body ready to take on so much more.

I sit up a little straight, and she starts unhooking her blouse. I also find my now hardened nipples poking out beneath my dress, along with a certain wetness around my underwear.

We both get her out of her blouse. van escort She lies down, covering her breasts under her bra.

I have seen them before, and loved them passionately. That is, before her marriage. They have grown much more fuller, and are almost spilling out from the bra.

“I want to see…”I whisper her into her ears, while sucking her earlobe.

“I am feeling so shy… also so hot…” she answers breathlessly.

“let me suck them…”

She gets turned on by such a wild invitation, and slightly tilts on one side. I waste no time to open the bra clasp and her smooth back becomes completely naked.

I free her arms from the bra, and let it fall on the floor.

With a heightened sense of anticipation, she looks up at me while I admire the firmness of her mounds, the deep gorge between them and the tight round nipples. Her eyes seem to beg me to take the plump tits by my teeth, pull them hard, and suckle them greedily.

I draw my head down, close my eyes and start licking on her left nipple. She clutches the bedsheet sharply, as if an electric sensation shoots through and penetrates her. My tongue drips wet and leaves a trail of saliva around the brown nipple. In a circular motion, I play with my wet tongue over it. Then using just the end of my tongue, I brush the tip of her nipple.

At the same time, I let my right hand pinch her right nipple, making her insanely aroused. The tip goes abnormally pointy and I move my index finger around it, naughtily and playfully, over and over it. She goes completely berserk when I simultaneously suck her whole left breast inside my mouth while also torturing her right one.

I am simply loving the way her body is responding to my touches and caresses.

“Aah…” She moans dreadfully with her eyes rolling, yet she herself is manoeuvring my head in licking and lapping up the saliva on her breasts. I dig my mouth inside her cleavage, cupping her tits in my both hands. My still famished tongue simply ravages her cleavage. She loves this so much, she gets up a little and thrusts her breasts into my mouth, one at a time, to wash my tongue and lips all over again upon each of them.

She now lies down helplessly, panting in a wanton manner, putting her tongue out, which I accept gleefully and inflame her in another round of French kissing, while twisting and rubbing her erect nipples.

She is writhing in unrestrained fervor, and sweating profusely. I lift up my head and pull of my saleswoman T-shirt. My nipples are also trying to break free from the shackles of my bra, and get the magical feel of nipple-to-nipple touch.

After another raunchy smooch, I continue my downward movement along her curvy body.

I reach the strings of her petticoat. She ties it quite a bit upwards on yalova escort her belly, and I presume she does not encourage a lot of display of her waist to the public. At least, more than what is necessary. I suddenly recall how sensitive her navel area is, she reaches the verge of an orgasm simply by a gentle prodding into her bellybutton. It is a major erogenous zone for her.

Still I can feel the outlines of her curvy waist by unfastening the petticoat strings and lowering it down to her pantyline.

“Uff…aah…ummmm… she bites her lips in sexual agony as the cool breeze suddenly hits her open navel, while I relish the sultry view of her smooth and curvy belly.

The deep hole sits in the middle, waiting to be sucked, licked and pressed. She looks up at me fearfully, while I think of more and more sinful ways to attack it.

With my long index finger, I draw circles around her navel, leisurely taking my time. This sets her belly play along in a rhythmic tandem to my finger, and she is shaking nervously and quickly losing herself. The dim light in the room casts a shadow into her deep navel. I take out my tongue and lick into it, sending her in an uproariously moaning fit. I then blow softly into it, and moisten her whole navel area with my tongue. A pool of my saliva goes into it and settles there, such is its depth.

“Aaah Madhu… please no… ahhhh… this feels so good… uhhhh… mmmmmm” she tugs and tears at my hair while I keep burying my nose and lips into her sensual navel.

I again straighten up and kiss her on the lips.

She is so sexually charged up now, I expect to find her in a pool of her juices. She herself drags down her petticoat and remains in her panties. Unabashedly now.

“take them off… ” she pleads.

I plant soft kisses along her pantyline, arousing her to unlimited levels. She is really unbelievably drenched, I have never seen her this wet.

And her panties are now tossed out of her. Out of the bed.

I take a full view of her nudity: the sweaty face and excited lips, the ripeness of her bosom, the trickle of my saliva still present around her perfect navel, and now the moist eagerness of her clit.

I want to put my tongue inside her.

Taste her wetness.

I want to finger-fuck her. Drive her utterly crazy.

I am being blinded by this ocean-deep avalanche of passion. I want to view her sensuous rearside now.

I flip her over. She loves this sense of command from me, over her. A moan of pleasure escapes her lips while I feast my eyes on her brazen back.

I now discard my own bra and lower myself over her back, skin touching on skin. My uptight nipples graze along and cling themselves to Mini’s back. We both groan in ecstasy and attach ourselves in a more enclosed way.

I çorlu escort start kissing along Mini’s back downwards.

I can feel the goosebumps rising on her skin, and her sexual shrieking, but I continue my burning stamp on her: a soft kissing followed by a soft soothing blow. And I inch downwards, fondling the naked temptation of her sexy butt-cheeks.

I mischievously bite on her butt, and she begs more from me.

I now desperately seek a munch of her pussy.

Again I turn her over, and she has haplessly leaked so much more. She craves my mouth, my lips, tongue, everything at once plugged to her clit lips, otherwise… There is no otherwise.

I look at her face, the plea of wanting in it. I start sucking on her feet.

I lovingly take each finger over my tongue, and prolong my capture of her wet zones. This deliberate delay takes her sexual tension several notches higher. I move my lips along her legs, acknowledging the softness of her skin, and she gets more tantalized by these strokes and teases.

“I am awfully wet… ahhh… i… ahhh… cannot… ” she is now having trouble forming her words, as she keeps sniffling feebly.

I now kiss on the inner side of the thigh. It is dangerously close to her climax point and she guides my head down there, clumsily pulling my hair in maddening desperation.

It has not been that long since her bath, and I can feel the freshness of her clit. It is not fully shaved, but this does not matter to me at all.

I spread open her legs.

“Oh my god… aaah…” she is half-dead with pleasure.

I run my thumb along the warm clit wall. It throbs in tandem. I put two of my fingers in her clit. Deep, deeper inside.

She jumps in a state of new high and thrill, and I keep at my rapid fingerplay. In and out they go, fucking and tearing her apart, with her juices overflowing my fingers and spilling into my hand.

I try to keep her moaning at bay but do not give her any respite as I immediately start pushing my tongue into her vagina and clit. Her entire body pulsates and squirms as she puts her leg over my shoulder, and I lap up the warm fluids by nudging my tongue more and more into her holes.

Her legs criss-cross into a X, with my nose and lips driven firmly inside her inflamed and flooded pussy. I drink to my heart’s content, making sure to keep her fulfilled even as my face gets fully soaked while she erupts spontaneously. Never has she felt this much pleasure at my hands before. I doubt whether she has felt this much anywhere at all.

I have drunk her dry…

I run my tongue all over her body, upwards from her glowing clit; then snaking along her stomach, till her cleavage. I subtly bite on the edge of her nipples and suck on her tongue, and she smiles contentedly.

Her eyebrows shoot up noticing my bare breasts; she was so lost in the eating of her body and soul, that this has gone unseen by her, but the smacking of her lips tells me I will now fall prey to her thirsty ambitions.

And the doorbell rings…

(Continued in the next part)

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Mira and I got into the car to drive back to our compound. I rolled down the window so I could smell the scents. The smells of the forest combined with those of the lake were still so new to me. I could just stand there and let them wash over me. I couldn’t wait to come back there. I was hoping I would get a room that overlooked the lake.

The drive back was silent. I kept looking out my window at the forest. I tried to hold Mira’s hand, but she said she needed both to enter data on her tablet. It had been less than an hour since our meeting with Mrs Tremaine, but Mira’s demeanour had changed completely.

We got back to the compound and she was out the door almost before the car had stopped. I got out a bit slower and followed her to our building. She was waiting for me and punched her code into the keypad as I got closer. She entered the building first and headed for the stairs. She jogged up them and stood waiting again as I walked up the them. As I neared our floor she set off again towards our room. Why was she behaving like this? Was she angry that I was being moved on? She hadn’t seemed like it. In fact, she seemed quite proud of me. I had to find out what was going on.

She swiped her keycard through the reader and entered our suite. She held it open for me with her heel. I walked in and she let the door go. She headed straight for the walk-in closet. When I entered, she was packing her few clothes into a small bag.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“I’m packing. Your new trainer will be here shortly,” she said.

“Are you mad at me? Have I done something wrong?”

“No. Not at all. This is how it is for us. We get a little bit of time to assess new arrivals and if they look like they’re going to be a good fit, we pass them on to the next person,” she explained as she turned towards me.

I leaned in and kissed her softly and passionately. She kissed me back. Our tongues intertwined, wrestling each other. I reached my hand up to cup her breast, but the door bell sounded. Mira broke the kiss and went to answer the door.

I followed her out and got a huge shock. Standing just inside the door was Alissa. She was wearing a grey skin tight crop top with spaghetti straps and black athletic shorts. Her toned abs looked incredible. I so wanted to run my tongue along those fantastic ridges and feel her squirm underneath me. She and Mira were having a whispered discussion.

“This is your new trainer,” Mira announced.

“Hi Daphne. Surprise!” Alissa said, a huge grin spreading over her exquisite face.

Mira came over to me and gave me a huge hug. I wanted us to stay like this. I loved her smell and the feel of her body against me. I wanted to strip her naked, take her to the bed and make wild love to her. I really wasn’t ready for a change. Even if the change was Alissa.

“Behave yourself. Listen to everything Alissa says. She’s really good,” Mira said, emphasizing the last word.

She let go of me and pulled away. She picked up her bag, whispered something in Alissa’s ear which produced a huge grin and then left the suite. She didn’t turn around.

When the door closed Alissa stepped close and kissed me. Her tongue started to explore my mouth. I let my tongue meet hers and they tangled with one another. We stayed like this for quite a few seconds, then she broke it. As she did, she pulled my t-shirt up over my head. My hands moved reflexively to cover my breasts.

“Hey, don’t hide those. I want you naked when we’re in the room,” she said as she pried my hands away from my chest.

“That’s no fair. I get to see your breasts, too, ” I said reaching for her shirt. It was a bit difficult to remove because it was so tight.

She kissed me again, this time more passionately. We deepened the kiss. I was getting very turned on. A little dribble of juice leaked from my vagina into my panties. Alissa broke the kiss and started to remove my shorts.

“Oh, wow. You are wet,” she said as she spotted the mark on my underwear.

I pulled down her shorts to discover she wasn’t wearing panties. I gave a small gasp. Mira had always worn panties, the short time we were dressed. I found I really liked Alissa’s choice. She grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me over to the bed.

We fell on the it together then she climbed on top of me. She pinned my arms above my head and kissed me again. This one was more gentle with no tongue. She kissed my jaw and then moved to my ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth. I sighed and turned my head so she had better access. I could feel myself getting wetter.

Alissa moved down to my breasts and licked her way around them. She then took each nipple into her mouth and sucked on them before running her tongue over them several times. Then, without warning, she stopped and rolled off me.

“I want you to get me off,” she said, a lascivious look in gorgeous blue eyes. I grinned at her and pushed her onto her back. I climbed on top of her and kissed her softy then I deepened it. kilis escort Alissa sighed into the kiss.

I then kissed and licked down her jaw to her neck. I paid particular attention to her collar bones giving them a nice light suck. Alissa warned me not to leave any marks. I moved up to her earlobes. I sucked on them for several seconds until she let out a little squeal.

I worked my way down to her breasts. I licked my way around them both before taking each nipple into my mouth and sucking. When I released them they made a popping sound. I found that a real turn on. I think Alissa did too because she nodded at me when I lifted my head to look into her eyes.

I kissed my way down to her abs. The muscles flexed under my attention and I licked my way across and then back again. It was magnificent. Then, I tongued her belly button. She squirmed and laughed for a few seconds before she gently pushed me away. So, she was ticklish. I was going to have to remember that.

When I reached her mons, I kissed and licked across it for a couple of minutes before proceeding to her thighs. I kissed and sucked on them, stopping where they joined her body. I remembered that sucking on the outer labia had driven Mira wild so I tried it with Alissa. I got the same reaction. I could hear her sucking her breath in through her teeth and moaning. Such sexy sounds.

I lay down between her legs and, using my fingers, I parted her inner labia. It was so beautiful and pink. I needed to taste her. I thrust my tongue in as far as it would go. Alissa’s back arched and her legs began to shake. I moved my tongue in and out half a dozen times and then ran it between her lovely folds from bottom to top stopping just below the clitoris.

I looked up into her eyes again. They were hooded and filled with desire. She smiled at me. I smiled back and returned to her vagina. I continued to lick her and enjoyed the sounds and smell of her arousal. After a couple of minutes I stopped and lifted my head up so I could lick my lips extravagantly. She tasted fantastic: a little salty, but sweet at the same time.

I licked the forefinger of my left hand and slowly put it inside her. I pumped it in and out for a bit and then curled the finger like Mira had shown me to make contact with her G spot. Alissa was moaning almost non stop now. She was also getting extremely wet. I added a second find and began to waggle them. Her hips were moving in time to my thrusting.

I bent my head and took her hard erect clitoris into my mouth. I sucked on it and lashed it with my tongue. I could see Alissa’s eyes roll into the back of her head. She arched her back impossibly high and then thumped down on the bed. Her vaginal muscles were contracting around my fingers. Suddenly, I felt a flood of liquid running down my hand and arm. I looked up at her and she was lying very still on the bed, her breath coming in gasps. I had made her orgasm.

I continued to move my fingers in and out of her for a few seconds while she came down from her high. When I finally removed my fingers from her vagina I got a major surprise. Along with all the juice had come a white substance that slowly moved out of her. I dipped a finger in it. I held the hand up and looked at it. Tendrils of it connected my fingers together. I looked over at Alissa.

“That’s girl cum, baby,” she laughed. “Wow. You really did a number on me. Who told you to waggle your fingers like that? Mira?”

I nodded my head as I continued to stare at the goo on my fingers. I brought them to my mouth and tasted them experimentally. It was intoxicating. I licked my fingers clean and then scooped up more of the white matter. I licked my finger clean again.

“That stuff your loving so much is called cream. You get it when you get a woman very aroused and excited,” she explained.

I definitely wanted to do that to her again and soon. She crooked her finger to indicate she wanted me to move up the bed. I did so licking my way as I went. The light coating of sweat on her skin was so arousing. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this to her. And it felt so unbelievably right. Every kiss and touch brought home to me just how much I enjoyed other women. I was hoping I was doing well enough to make that clear.

When I reached her breasts I stopped to love on them. A single droplet of sweat sat in the dip between them. Using my fingers, I played with it for a moment. I looked up again and Alissa had a delighted look on her face. Was it because she had just orgasmed or was she pleased to see me playing with her body?

I finally crawled up beside her and lay my head on the pillow next to her shoulder. I lightly caressed her body and listened to her contented sighs.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked.

“Very much so. Your breasts, abs and vagina are glorious. I could touch you forever and not ever be disappointed,” I gushed out.

“Breasts? Vagina? Oh, sweetie we’re adults, we can talk like them. Breasts kırklareli escort are boobs, tits or titties. Vagina is pussy or cookie,” she said.

I sat rolling these new expressions around in my head. I had heard them briefly from some of my classmates in school. The teachers always used the formal names when discussing them with us.

“I like boobs and pussy,” I decided. She smiled at me and pulled me into her.

We lay there entangled in each other for a while. Alissa had her eyes closed. I was too wired with excitement to even think about sleeping, so I traced patterns gently across her boobs using the nipples as the focal point.

Alissa suddenly sprang up, grabbed my hand and moved us off the bed. We walked to the ensuite bathroom and she turned on the water. I stood watching as she adjusted the temperature and put in the plug. She turned to me and winked her eye mischievously.

“I’m going to teach you something amazing when the tub’s filled,” she announced.

My heart skipped a beat. Any reason to make love to Alissa was a good one in my book. And if I learned a way to make future lovers happy, then that was even better.

“Get in and sit with your back against the wall,” she said as she turned the water off. I stepped in and sat down.

“Now spread your legs,” I did so. She sat down between them and then reclined against me.

“You can go ahead and play with me,” she advised.

I moved her hair so it was over her left shoulder and started to nuzzle her neck. She leaned her head back as far as she could and we had an awkward kiss. I then took my right hand and started to kneed her breas…boobs while my right went under the water and sought out her pussy.

I ran my forefinger through her folds from bottom to top and then flicked her clit.. She leaned back into me a bit more and sighed. I repositioned my hand and started to rub her in a circular motion. This was definitely the trick as she arched her back and moaned loudly. I took my left hand from her boobs and used it to rub her while the right sought her entrance. I found it and put my middle finger inside her just past the first knuckle.

Alissa’s legs started to shake and her breathing was laboured. I could feel her walls closing around my finger. She was definitely close. I increased the rhythm of my rubbing on her clit. She was bucking her hips clear out of the water now. With a final strangled moan her whole body shook and she sank back into the water. I wrapped my arms around her and helped her sit up before going back to rubbing her, this time more gently. After a few seconds she reached out and grabbed my arm to stop me.

I again moved her hair away from her shoulder and started to softly kiss her neck, ear and then cheek. Her breathing was returning to normal.

“You are so sexy. I love being able to make you cum. It makes me wet watching you writhe and buck and shake,” I whispered in her ear. It felt so weird to speak like that.

Shakily Alissa turned herself around and sat in my lap facing me. She leaned in and kissed me softly on the mouth while her hands played with my boobs.

“You’re going to get to make those words true,” she said standing up.

She put her left leg on the side of the tub and moved herself as far forward as she could. I bent forward myself. Her pussy looked spectacular with little droplets of water falling off it. I placed a nice kiss on her shaved mons. Then I licked it all over. She began to moan almost straight away.

“Stick your tongue out,” she instructed.

I did so. She began to move her hips forward and back. I adjusted my position again so I was up on my knees and angled slightly forward. I stuck my tongue out to its maximum and Alissa’s pussy rubbed across it. Wow. What an amazing feeling. She kept doing this for a couple of minutes, then she gently pushed me so I was sitting down again. She came toward me and I reached up and cupped her ass. My tongue made contact with her luscious sex. It was like I was in heaven.

Alissa’s knees began to buckle after about a minute. I reached out to steady her. She could no longer stand so she sat on the edge of the tub with her legs spread. I put two fingers inside her and waggled them while thrusting in and out. I put my mouth on her sensitive nub and began to suck and swipe it with my tongue. It wasn’t very long before her walls were closing around my fingers and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

When her back arched I again reached out for her and moved her back into the water. I readjusted myself so I was once again sitting with my back against the wall and Alissa between my legs. She was panting and I could feel the motion against my boobs. It was making my nipples hard. I wrapped my arms around her midriff and waited for her to calm down.

She started to stand up and I got up behind her. She stepped out and I got out. I grabbed a towel from the shelf and began to dry her off. I could see her legs karabük escort were still shaky.

“I’m sorry if I overdid it,” I said quietly.

“Never apologize for making someone cum,” she said as she wrapped her arms around me. We stood pressed together for a minute. It felt so wonderful. Our boobs were touching and every so often her body would spasm. I was getting so turned on.

We finished drying each other and made our way back to the bed. I got in first and lay on my back with my right arm out wide. Alissa got in and snuggled up to me. Before I could even begin to try and touch her, she fell asleep.

*****

After supper later that afternoon, she had me sit in one the armchairs while she went to fetch something from her bag. It was a matte black case with silver hasps. It looked like something medical. She put it down on the coffee table and opened it up. Inside were several compartments separated by felt dividers. In one of the compartments looked to be a control box. It had multiple buttons and dials on it with a small digital readout. Another compartment had several sets of wires. The rest of them held what looked to be pads of some kind.

Alissa picked up the control box and attached the wires to it. Next, she picked up the pads and attached one. She attached the pad to her right bicep.

“This unit is call a Stim. It helps to build muscle. Using these combined with working out in the gym will have you fit in no time,” she explained as she flexed her arm. The muscle popped out.

She turned the machine on. I could see her bicep contracting.

“Come here and put your hand on my bicep. Can you feel that?” she asked.

I could feel the contractions as well as see them. I was getting turned on. I started to rub her arms and then her boobs.

“Whoa there tiger. This is training time. Sex will cum later. Mira was right, you really are enthusiastic,” Alissa laughed.

I sat back down in the chair and she attached the pads. One on each arm and two on the stomach. The gel she used felt cold against my skin.

“Now, this is going to work your arms and abs. The gel I used is to help with conduction,” she explained. “Get ready. I’m going to start you off on low power.”

I could feel the electrical impulses making my muscles flex and contract, flex and contract. I wondered how long it would take me to get a body like Alissa’s.

“In the short time we have, you won’t seem any appreciable muscle growth, but if you keep it up in a few months you will,” she advised.

After twenty minutes on the Stim machine she said it was time to hit the gym. She made me go to the bathroom to change into my workout clothes. When I came back out she was already dressed. The way the elastic material clung to her body was magnificent. I so hoped she’d let me strip her out of it when we got back. However, she shocked me by handing me a swimsuit. She said workouts should always be accompanied by swimming.

When we came back to our suite almost an hour later my arms felt like lead and my stomach had a slight ache whenever I made a jerky movement. I stripped off my swimsuit and got into the shower. As I washed I kept checking to see if Alissa was going to join me. To my disappointment, she didn’t. After I had gotten all the chlorine of me, I shut the shower off and dried myself on one of the big fluffy towels. The feel of it on my skin was luxurious.

After I finished drying myself, I wrapped the towel around my body and went back to the main area of the suite. Alissa was sitting on the bed naked. She moved off it and come over to me. She swept the towel off me with a giggle and went into the bathroom herself. I climber onto the bed and lay down. I heard the shower turn on and not more than fifteen seconds later I was asleep.

*****

The next day was leg day. I used the Stim machine and then went to the gym. We came back to the suite after almost an hour once again. Alissa took me into the shower and we made love until the water became cold. We dried each other off and went back into the main room. She looked at something on the table and grunted.

“There’s something here for you. You need to study up for your examiniation tomorrow. We have to figure out what your aptitudes are so then the people in HR will know what job best suits you,” she said. She went on to explain that I would have a new exam every other day until my time with her was up.

The book on top was more of a pamphlet and contained a description of every job I might be considered for. I liked the look of Business Administration with a focus on finance. The second book was a language textbook much like what I got in school and the third was a work book. The work book had a list of the pages I would need to study as well as practical exercises.

Alissa said she was going to leave me to study. She put on clothes and went out. I settled down and went to work. Most of what was listed was things I had already studied. It was fairly easy and I finished quickly. By the time she came back, I had been through each exercise question three times.

We went out to dinner and when we came back to the suite we watched a movie on the Tri-D system. At twenty-two hundred hours we went to bed. I snuggled up next to Alissa and very quickly fell asleep.

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Author’s note: this story is partially inspired by another story written by author @OliviaFantasy, however only the spirit is similar. Monumental props to Literotica for developing the most resilient post processor I’ve ever used. This work would have been lost countless times if not for its masterful backup capabilities. P.S. For those wondering, I’m still working on finishing the Favela series, it is not forgotten, just taking a break. Thanks for reading.

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The first time they touched, something happened, something inexplicable.

Catherine stiffened, her smile wavering, hitching, her full sensual mouth quirking unexpectedly, time slowed down and then finally stopped. The room and everything else around them, including their two husbands seemed to blur and fade, a hush fell over the world, and yet.

Christine shifted her weight, bringing her left leg forward, her sensible heel clipping on the tile floor, the sound as loud as a gunshot. Her white calf-length dress, emblazoned with red cherries flared and then settled, the sound of the rustling material like a waterfall in Catherine’s small round shell-colored ears.

“Nice to finally meet you… Mom.” Her son’s wife said, her thin red lips smiling mischievously as she gently moved their clasped hands up and down. These simple innocuous words along with the younger woman’s vivid green eyes captivated all of Catherine’s attention.

She simply couldn’t look away, couldn’t let go, the sound of Christine’s voice slipped past all her natural defenses, winding and coiling around her heart, which had started beating faster and faster from the first moment the two women had made physical contact.

A moment of distraction, Christine seemed to hear something and turned her head slightly, her expression shifting from overt delight to mild annoyance. One of her hard black shoes pivoted on the floor, its toe tapping lightly against the side of Catharine’s foot. It sent a slight tremor all the way up the older woman’s leg, leaving behind a tingling longing warmth low in her belly.

There was a subtle tapping sound as shoe touched shoe, and like a bubble popping, the room reeled around them, reality resuming in one sudden burst of light and sound. “Dear, why don’t we let my mom get back to her cooking, I’ll show you around the rest of the house.”

That was her son’s voice, he leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, she felt nothing, like she’d been kissed by a ghost. What she did feel though was Christine’s soft warm hand, still holding hers, it slipped away painfully, leaving her feeling cold, lost and confused. The younger woman whirled away, being pulled along by her son, out of the kitchen. Her head turned just long enough to fix Catherine with a guilty apologetic grin, then she was gone.

Catherine’s husband, who had also been present said something to the effect of ‘She seems nice.’ took a crystal tumbler out of a cabinet and headed towards the living room. Soon the sound of the TV was droning dully through the archway that separated the kitchen from the rest of the house.

Catherine took a deep breath and went back to work preparing dinner, only pausing briefly to glance quickly and nervously down at her lap, reflexively checking to make sure she hadn’t spilled anything on her apron. Her cheeks flushed red then as she realized that her apron was perfectly dry, but something underneath it was distinctly not.

Grunting disgustedly she shuffled over to the oven to check on the pot roast. Bending over she smiled with satisfaction, it was coming along nicely and smelled amazing. She shut the oven and started to straighten back up when she felt a gentle touch on her right shoulder.

“Ah, right behind you.” Christine chirped. “Sorry, I was just looking over your shoulder.” She continued, her hand lingered, still exerting its gentle pressure. Catherine felt an unexpected urge to tilt her head and lean in to the other woman’s touch. Christine’s hand rested half way between the apron strap and her neck, it seemed to squeeze and stroke and rub all at the same time.

Instead, the older women turned slowly away from the oven, coming to face her daughter-in-law, who was still standing surprisingly close. Christine’s hand glided away tactfully as she stepped back one pace, placing her heels side by side. “Gregory is watching TV with his dad, so I thought I should come help out in the kitchen.” Her green eyes sparkled. “That is if you’ll have me.” She concluded, fixing Catherine with a curious stare.

“Y-yes, yes of course.” Catherine said, a little flustered, her hands going down to her apron and somewhat aimlessly ruffling and then smoothing out the material. “Gregory told me that you know your way around a kitchen.” She finally let the apron go, it seemed relieved. “So I’ll just point you in the direction of the potatoes and leave the rest up to you. If there are any specific tools or ingredients you need just let me know.”

Catherine gebze escort handed her daughter-in-law a large mesh bag of brown potatoes and pointed towards the small central island she used for prep. Christine smiled warmly and glided over to the sink, twisting her slender body just enough to talk as she released the potatoes into a tub for scrubbing.

“I appreciate the offer but I’m a very hands-on kind of gal, so I hope you won’t mind if I just poke around in your drawers a little, until I find what I’m looking for?” She grinned, her right hand darting out, yet pausing on the nearest drawer pull until Catherine gave a subtle nod.

Christine nodded back, her smile widening as she slid open the drawer and reached inside. “Lucky guess.” Her mother-in-law snorted as the young woman withdrew a culinary scrubber and a potato peeler with one hand. She smirked softly and turned back to the sink.

“No, not luck.” She chided. “Your kitchen is very well laid out and everything is exactly where one would expect it to be. Clearly a reflection of your intelligence and homemaking prowess.” Catherine blushed and tried to tear her eyes away from the young woman’s shapely back, but found herself unable to do so.

“W-why thank you.” She murmured demurely, cheeks still rosy as she headed over to the fridge to start working on the salad. After she’d placed all the ingredients on the counter she turned to glance over at Christine. “How do you like your room?” She asked nervously.

Her daughter-in-law turned her head and smiled brightly. “Oh! It’s absolutely lovely! It was my first time seeing a classic four poster canopy bed, I can hardly wait to try it out tonight.” Catherine raised her eyebrows a little at this, but her daughter-in-law just chuckled and went back to peeling potatoes.

“Ha! No, I can see what you’re thinking, but that’s not what I meant.” She scrunched up her nose and leaned forward conspiratorially lowering her voice to a whisper. “I already told your son that while we’re here, nothing like that is going to happen.” She winked, then resumed her peeling.

Catherine thought this over in silence for several seconds and finally decided that she hadn’t misunderstood. It seemed as though her daughter-in-law was trying to communicate that she wouldn’t be having sex with her son during their visit. She blushed as she tried to rationalize the younger woman’s decision and willingness to tell her, but before she could finish…

Christine interrupted her train of thought. “Gregory has told me all about your religious upbringing, and I want you to know how much I deeply respect your faith Catherine.” The older woman couldn’t seem to stop blushing. Silently she cursed out her precocious son, chuckling rueful as she wondered exactly what he’d told his young wife.

It was true that she had been raised in a religious household, but it hadn’t been overly strict, and while her lifestyle could be loosely described as conservative by most people, she didn’t think of herself as a prude. Catherine had just about worked up the nerve to say something in protest when her daughter-in-law was suddenly by her side.

She raised her elegant hand and placed a finger softly to Catherine’s lips, the older woman couldn’t do anything for a moment but startle and stiffen in response. “Now, not another word about this. I’ve made up my mind, and I promise that you won’t be hearing a peep out of us tonight.” She paused, grinning, then continued in a more conversational tone. “Also please try out this sauce that I whipped up for the potatoes.”

Catherine’s eyes went wide as she noticed for the first time that Christine’s finger tip had been moist. When had she even…? The older woman tentatively stuck out the tip of her tongue and, as unobtrusively as possible, licked the coating of white sauce off of her daughter-in-law’s index finger. The young woman made an appreciative encouraging sound, gently and coyly slipping the tip of her finger into Catherine’s mouth.

Instinctually the older woman sucked on Christine’s finger, it was only a momentary lapse, but the sensations it unleashed raced through her body like wildfire. An unintentional moan escaped her lips as the finger was pulled away. Catherine wasn’t sure if it had been the feelings or the flavor of the sauce that had caused such a commotion in her body.

Her upper lip was still tingling, she licked it automatically, tasting more of the delicious sauce. “A-amazing.” She breathed, the sides of her mouth finally curling up into a guilty grin. Vainly she tried to avoid eye contact with her daughter-in-law, who was still hovering unnecessarily close.

“I’m glad you liked it.” She said softly. “It’s my own recipe.” Then she was suddenly swishing away again, back to the kitchen sink. Catherine turned and noticed an array if items neatly laid out on the counter. At some point Christine had gotten them all out, unnoticed, and now she was loading the fully gümüşhane escort prepared potatoes into the microwave.

“You, you’re amazing!” she blurted out. The young woman just chuckled and continued to dance about as she started putting all the ingredients back into various cupboards and drawers. Catherine tried to follow all her movements, but she was so graceful and lithe that she could only gaze on in admiration.

Then, conspicuously Christine was bending down, almost double, reaching into one of the bottom drawers struggling to extract a large casserole dish. Catherine initially stepped forward to help but stopped short and silently stared.

Her eyes had settled on the young woman’s sublimely shaped bottom, but that was not really what had captured her attention so completely. Staring and blushing she wondered fecklessly how she hadn’t noticed before. But now that Christine’s white dress was pulled perilously tight, as she continued to strain and fight with the dish, which had somehow gotten wedged sideways in the drawer.

Catherine’s eyes widened as they focused intently on the graphic and shockingly erotic outline of elaborate intricate shapes that could only be Christine’s lingerie. The outline was smoky and faint, but just as unmistakable. Black lace assuredly. As her body wobbled from side to side, more details emerged. The bounds and extent if her panties, the hem, the cut.

Catherine’s heart thumped wildly in her chest, her hands trembled. Time once again seemed to grind to a halt. An image started to form in her mind, a vision of Christine’s backside but without the dress. Catherine could see the black lace lingerie clear as day, excepting only the tantalizing place where it seemed to be swallowed up by Christine’s backside and where it faded into obscurity thanks to the drape of the dress.

Catherine licked her lips and tried to avert her eyes. “There!” Christine exclaimed dramatically as the dish clunked free. “Finally got it!” She chuckled happily, straightening back up and stretching her shoulders as she placed it carefully on the counter top. “It’s more satisfying when you have to work for it, don’t you agree?”

She glanced thoughtfully at Catherine, their eyes met, and the older woman felt like something unspoken passed between them, but she also felt a twinge of guilt due to her unexplained voyeuristic behavior. She nodded meekly, blushed and looked away.

A loud rush of sound rose and then subsided from the living room, Christine rolled her eyes, Catherine laughed. “Men.” She remarked derisively.

“Men.” The younger woman responded sympathetically, her tone sounding bored and disinterested in the whole concept. They both had a good laugh over this then got back to work. The roast was basically done, the scalloped potatoes only needed to be dressed and the salad was ready to toss.

The two of them converged smoothly in front of the salad bowl, their hips bumped together lightly, Christine reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out her phone. “I want to remember this moment.” She held it up, capturing them both in the frame, her left arm slipped around Catherine’s waist.

“You don’t mind do you? I know this is more a, my generation kind of thing, than yours.” Catherine snorted and shook a few strands of her short blonde hair out of her eyes.

“Girl, please. We grew up with Polaroids. I was taking selfies when you were still in diapers.” Christine laughed loudly, her goofy yet sincere smile filling her entire face. It was radiant.

“Good, I’m glad to hear you’re not afraid of a little exposure.” She chuckled as she pulled their bodies even closer together. “I want to get your beautiful salad in the shot too.” Christine murmured as she continued to raise her phone even higher.

Catherine stared pensively at the screen, noting how well the scene was beginning to look, their two smiling faces and the large crystal salad bowl sat nestled neatly between them. She also couldn’t help but notice that due to the high angle she had a spectacular view down the top of Christine’s dress.

The neckline wasn’t particularly low but the angle made it impossible to miss the top of her black lace bra and a fair amount of cleavage to boot. She was about to say something when she noticed Christine’s hand start to move slowly down her waist and reposition itself snugly over her left hip.

The phone made a camera shutter sound, Christine brought their heads together and took another. Her face quirked. “I like it, but I feel like it just needs a little something more, you know?” They locked eyes, and then Catherine could feel her daughter-in-law’s fingers splaying ever so slightly, spreading out over her hip, inching down. “Let’s try one cheek to cheek.”

The younger woman pivoted neatly, their thighs bumped together, their breasts touched, Christine’s hand slipped casually down into the small of her mother-in-law’s back, fingers still spread izmir escort so that her smallest was touching the very top of Catherine’s ass. The sensation was so light, but it filled the older woman’s entire body with excitement. She grunted as Christine brought their cheeks firmly together.

“Smile!” She warbled. Catherine’s heart thudded dully in her chest, she felt faint and unbearably elated. The phone clicked, and then they were easing apart, Christine’s hand dragged absently over Catherine’s bottom, causing her to inhale sharply. The younger woman however was already bringing up her phone between them and flicking back through the photos.

“I love that look on your face in the first one.” She murmured. Catherine made a shy noncommittal sound, her embarrassment at the thrill she’d felt as Christine’s hand had brushed across her butt, causing her to blurt out the first thing that popped into her head.

“But aren’t you worried about your bra showing?” She blushed immediately. Christine just focused on the detail in question, pinching the screen to zoom in on her ample cleavage.

“Oh, yeah, I see what you mean!” She smirked. “But, there’s nothing really to worry about is there, since the picture is just for us, right?” Catherine let out a nervous little laugh and nodded uncertainly. Christine smiled sweetly and put her phone impishly back in her pocket. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to post them anywhere. I’ll text them to you later.”

Catherine chuckled and started to take off her apron. Christine stepped closer and gently took the apron from the older woman’s hands, she started folding it meticulously as she whispered across the island. “So now that you’ve seen it, I have to ask; what did you think of my new bra? I got it for Gregory, it’s part of a set. I think it’s really sexy, but he hasn’t even seen it yet and I’m a little nervous that he’s not going to like it.”

Catherine grinned bemusedly, not entirely sure how to respond, and met with a very confusing mixture of emotions swirling inside her body while she fidgeted with a pot holder. Her daughter-in-law’s surprising display of vulnerability fused with her own incredulous desire to see the lingerie herself.

“Oh. I’m not sure you’re asking the right person… I mean, I’ve never really gone out of my way to put on a show for Henry.” She paused, took a deep breath, and tried to stop her growing excitement from showing up on her face. “But, I don’t suppose it would hurt to take a quick peek and give you my opinion.” She smiled softly, suppressing the wild grin she could feel simmering just below the surface.

Christine nodded, her expression sweet but serious. “I’m so glad!” She nearly squealed and bounced on her heels. “Okay, first the top.” She quickly turned around, looking behind herself, towards the living room, only the dull roar of the TV could be heard in the background. Reaching up with both hands she slipped them under the broad straps of her dress and eased them down over her shoulders one by one.

From the back Catherine watched raptly as the dress slumped and crumpled up around Christine’s narrow waist. The older woman inhaled deeply her eyes flaring as her daughter-in-law slowly shuffled around to face her. The black lace bra was stunning, the cups were low and intricate, the tops of her areolas hinted just above their edge.

Not that it mattered, she could see right through the delicate material, Christine’s nipples were hard and succulent looking. Catherine licked her lips then swallowed, her mouth had gone dry. The extra straps and other ornamental accents only enhanced the overall effect.

“Oh my god.” Catherine breathed through the fingers of one hand, jerking it away when she realized that she was covering her mouth. Christine twirled gracefully around, first right then left, finally she hooked her hands underneath her dress straps and hoisted it back into position.

“That was fun!” She grinned, taking a step closer, shaking her hips to even out the bottom of her dress. Catherine was only able to nod dumbly, her knees felt weak and wobbly, she stepped back and leaned against the kitchen counter. Christine’s eyes sparkled and she quickly rounded the island to lessen the distance between them.

“Now, I hope you’re ready for the main attraction.” She smirked, glancing one more time over her shoulder before bending down to grab the bottom hem of her dress. Bunching two fistfuls and closing her eyes, she smoothly hoisted the front up over her knees. She gave it a playful little shake, then continued drawing it up, her thighs came into view then…

Catherine curled her toes in her shoes and clenched the edge of the counter, her fingers creaking. A tiny upside down satiny black triangle commanded her full attention, she stared unabashedly. little by little the triangle grew in front of her unblinkingly eyes. Waves of excitement rippled through her trembling arms and legs, she felt both tingly and weightless.

“Tah-dah.” Christine mouthed, giving her dress one final tug and pulling her gathered up skirts over her hips. Catherine gazed longingly at what seemed in that moment to be the most sensual and erotic panties she had ever seen, displayed on the body of a woman every inch a vision of feminine perfection.

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Before Sophia could react, I stepped in and pulled her close with my free hand around her waist. I leaned my head down and passionately kissed her. My tongue prodded her lips until she parted them and let my tongue into her mouth. I could still taste the sweetness of the wine on her tongue as she gave in to my kiss. With my other hand, I turned the wand on. It hummed to life and I thrust it between her legs even as we stood. A squeak of surprise escaped her lips, followed by a moan muffled by the kiss. She reached her arms around me in a hug, pressing her breasts against mine.

My lips left hers, traveling down to her delicate neck, but stopping to nibble gently at her earlobe first. I kissed and nipped at her neck while pressing the wand against her clit. The vibrations were on the lowest setting to ease her into it, but it was enough to get quite a good reaction out of her.

“Oh my god,” I heard Sophia say under her breath.

I felt her legs tremble and she held onto me a bit tighter.

“Do you like that?” I whispered.

“Y-yes Miss R-Rose,” she stammered. “That feels really good.”

“And we’re only just getting started,” I purred.

The warmth of skin to skin contact was almost too good to let go of, but I backed away suddenly, vibrator still buzzing away in my hand. It almost looked as if Sophia’s pale white skin was glowing in the soft moonlight shining through the window. I took a brief moment to admire her subtle curves as she breathed heavily, waiting to see what came next.

“Lay down on the bed,” I commanded.

I smiled as she moved without hesitation now. She seemed eager to obey. Sophia crawled onto the bed and positioned herself in the middle, face up.

“Like this?” She asked.

“Yes, good girl,” I said, climbing up and crawling over to her.

I sat next to her and used the buzzing wand to trace lines up and down her lithe body. From one thigh, up to her hip, over her stomach, to her breast. I circled the wand around one nipple, then across her chest to the other, watching them tighten up into little, urfa escort hard pebbles. Then drew the wand back down again to her other thigh. Even in the dim light I could see goosebumps forms all over her skin from the light touch of the vibrator. I returned the wand to her clit and was rewarded with a beautiful gasp of pleasure.

I pressed the head of the wand a little firmer against her sensitive nub, massaging little circles. I used my free hand to explore her body, gently rubbing her tight stomach and kneading each breast. I could see Sophia’s eyes close as she tilted her head back, lost in enjoying the love and attention I was showing her. Soon her hips began to buck slightly, wanting more pressure, so I obliged and raised the intensity of the vibrations a tick.

“Mmmf, oh that feels so good,” she moaned.

I watched Sophia intently, trying to look for signs that she might be getting close to climax. The ragged, shortened breaths. Moans increasing in pitch, frequency, and volume. The flushed skin on her chest. It was likely that even though she claimed to have experienced orgasms before, she might not be able to recognize when she was close, but I’d made enough women cum that I was a pretty good judge of that.

“Communication is key, my little kitten,” I said, watching Sophia writhe under the wand. I took one nipple between my thumb and forefinger and gently tweaked it. “I need you to tell me when you’re close, ok? Don’t forget about my rules.”

“Nnng, yes ma’am, oooh!” Sophia moaned.

Suddenly I pulled the wand away and pinched her nipple hard, giving it a twist. Sophia yelped loudly from the pain.

“What did I just say?” I asked sternly, still tightly holding her nipple, twisting it a little more.

“I’m sorry!” Sophia cried out, squirming to get away from my grasp but I held on. “Miss Rose I’m sorry!”

Part of me had been hoping she would break a rule so early. The weekend wouldn’t be nearly as fun if I didn’t get to punish her from time to time. And if it turned out that she liked sivas escort the pain, she might even intentionally break them moving forward, so finding out early was key. Plus it let her know what to expect when she’s been a bad girl.

“This is the kind of punishment you get for breaking my rules, do you understand, Sophia?” I warned.

“I understand, Miss Rose,” Sophia said through gritted teeth.

“Good,” I said as I let go, “and it will only get harsher the more rules you break.”

The look of ecstasy from a few moments ago had disappeared from her face, and the anxiety and fear of the unknown had returned. Sophia was beginning to realize just how easy it was to forget something so simple as saying the right name when you’re lost in the moment. She had probably been so close to climaxing too, ready to burst when I ripped it away without warning, so it probably wouldn’t take long to get her back on the edge. Before continuing, I looked at the clock over on my night stand and made note of the time, it was important for the other part of her punishment.

“Now, be a good girl and tell me when you get close, ok? And remember to ask permission,” I reminded her.

“Yes, Miss Rose,” Sophia nodded.

I returned the still buzzing wand to her now pink and swollen clit. The sound it made was noticeably wet from all the juices collecting between her lips. As I firmly massaged her clit, I leaned down to suck on the nipple I had twisted. Sophia arched her back slightly and moaned, but it sounded a bit more restrained than before as if she was afraid to lose her focus. It wasn’t long before I felt her bucking against the wand again.

“I think I’m… Miss… Miss Rose…” Sophia said between moans and gasps. “May I cum now please?”

I pulled my head away from her nipple and glanced at the clock again.

“No, you may not,” I said plainly, but did not pull the vibrator away.

“Ooohhh,” Sophia whined, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Your punishment comes in multiple forms, pain and denial,” I explained. tekirdağ escort “This first time is short, only five minutes, but it will get longer just like the pain will get worse.”

Despite telling her no, I didn’t stop rubbing her clit with the wand. I wanted to see if she’d be able to fight it. I doubted she could, and knew I’d probably have to ruin her first orgasm of the weekend, which was a shame, but such is life.

Sophia started to squirm more, but rather than bucking her hips against the wand, she was trying to get away from it. She was struggling to hold back, which was expected given her experience level.

“Miss Rose, please!” She whimpered, gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles were turning white.

“No, you are not allowed to cum yet. You better not cum without my permission! You hear me?” I warned.

“But I can’t… I’m… oh my god… I’m gonna…” Sophia panted heavily.

Once again I pulled the wand away, turning it off.

“Oh fuck!” Sophia shouted as her eyes shot open.

Her hips bucked wildly against nothing, searching for the stimulation she desperately needed to have a satisfying orgasm. I watched as her pussy throbbed weakly with nothing to sustain the orgasm I’d just ruined. It subsided quickly and Sophia lay panting to catch her breath, confused at what had just happened.

“Ergh, did I just cum?” She groaned.

“Yes, yes you did, without my permission, I might add,” I said in a disappointed tone.

“I’m sorry, Miss Rose,” Sophia said apologetically. “I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I tried. I didn’t mean to cum. But how come it felt like that? Like I need to cum again? I thought it was supposed to feel satisfying.”

“Because that’s what you get when you cum when you’re not supposed to, your orgasm gets ruined,” I explained.

Sophia still looked confused, “Ruined?”

“Yes, you’ll understand what I mean when you obey me like a good girl and wait till I give you permission, then you’ll see the difference,” I explained. “But that will have to wait. I want to see what you can do now. I want you to make me cum.”

Sophia slowly sat up and reached for the wand, but I pulled it away and set it on my night stand.

“No no, not with a toy,” I said. “With your fingers, or your tongue, or both. Try everything, but don’t stop until you make me cum.”

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Eddy had a rough time of it that particular winter. The New Year came and she gazed from the window of her dilapidated, white beach house, watching revelers on the sand. She’d been alone since autumn. Her lover ended the relationship when she found someone else. The fact that it was someone from the city, and a man to boot, added to Eddy’s despair.

I must’ve been a seasonal fling for Sylvia. She got tired of the matronly beach pussy and had to get back to her life. Good riddance.

Her heart had become as cold as the icy fog that drifted in from the sea. Night would find Eddy in her bed, tears streaking down her cheeks, torturing her right nipple as she manipulated herself through one orgasm after another, sobbing while she came, as she thought of how Sylvia had beguiled her into thinking she was special.

She was a slick one, that bitch. God, I miss her touch. Goddamn me for still wanting her.

Spring arrived early on the peninsula, as it always did. Eddy had lived in the cove for a little over a year and, like most other residents, had a story to tell. Ron, her ex-husband, caught her sleeping with the neighbor woman. By then, she had developed a drinking problem, trying to cope with a loveless marriage to a harsh, violent man. Her daughter Liz was the only good thing that came out of the union. Still, she needed a loving touch, and her neighbor was more than willing to accommodate.

In those days, being a bi-sexual adultress with a drinking problem was enough to sway a jury to give parental rights to her husband. She became a pariah in the small town, so she fled, eventually arriving at the cove. Still, Eddy thought of Liz constantly and how she must’ve grown in the time they were apart.

“How’s the painting coming along?” David ran his lips along the steaming rim of his blue ceramic mug. Most late mornings, when he wasn’t staying in the city, he and Eddy would share a pot of coffee and a few cigarettes.

“Not too bad.” Eddy took a drag of her cigarette and exhaled. “Hurt, rage and loneliness, and that fucking muse works magic.”

David chuckled. “Then paint a goddamn million of them, sweetheart.” He gazed at her with pale, blue eyes. “At least you can sell them when the crowds return.”

Eddy didn’t respond, but merely nodded, examining her friend. David always wore his garish shirts open to the paunch. A medallion or two hung from his neck, nestled in copious chest hair. A pair of too-short shorts squeezed his pale, hairy thighs and those sandals had seen better days.

Eddy wasn’t exactly sure how David made a living, but he owned a few old beach houses in the cove, including hers, plus a curio shop in town. For weeks at a time, he’d disappear to the city, mentioning “his associates” in an almost joking manner. He’d usually return with a young, male companion to keep him company until the relationship wore thin. And it always did. None of that mattered, though. He had been her friend when she desperately needed one.

“Oh, look at that!” David placed his mug down and sat up straight in his wicker chair, peering at a particular stretch of sand below. “And so it begins.”

Eddy also watched as a naked young girl trotted across the sand, stopping at the water’s edge. She stood still, gazing out at an approaching wave, her smooth, lithe body at attention as her blond hair danced in the morning breeze. She remained motionless until the wave overtook her. Spreading her arms wide, she let the green, foaming water envelop her and push her back to shore.

“God, she’s a young one,” David remarked, retrieving his mug. “I’m surprised her parents aren’t out there to keep tabs.”

Eddy watched as the girl picked herself up and repeated the action. The girl’s small, pointed breasts jiggled slightly as she luxuriated in the caressing waves. Eddy couldn’t help but notice a neat patch of blond floss between her thighs.

Whoever she is, she’s a pretty, young thing.

Eddy felt something warm rise in her chest. Could it be ice melting, just a little?

“I’m going to the city for a week or so.” David took another sip from his mug. “Business must be attended to.”

Sylvia’s attention had shifted away from David as she focused on the young girl, frolicking naked, all alone, across the sand. Again, she ran into the waves, arms in the air, getting swept off her feet.

Beautiful child.

“Excuse me?” David leaned over, speaking a little louder.

Eddy broke away from watching the girl, looking at her friend.

“With your associates?” She smirked.

Her moist, dark eyes and thin, expressive lips, the result of her Eastern European heritage, presented an attractive face, albeit more and more careworn these days. Sylvia had abandoned Eddy on her thirty-ninth birthday. That same day, she stopped bothering to color her hair or wear make-up. What did it matter?

David tossed the rest of his coffee over the railing and stood.

“You know, if I didn’t like you so much…” His smile trabzon escort conveyed tenderness and adoration.

She reached out to slap his hairy thigh. “Just ‘like’?”

“You know you’re almost as fucked up as me.” He took her hand and kissed it. “Almost.”

“This past year, I don’t know. I could give you a run for your money.”

“Well, stay weird while I’m gone, and paint, or whatever, or…” he nodded toward the girl on the beach. “Make you a new friend.”

David had a twinkle in his eye as he spoke.

“Jesus Christ, David,” Eddy smirked again, glancing over to the girl. “I’m not a fucking pedophile!”

Now David was on the offensive, and he could be such a provocateur.

“I’m not saying anything, dear.” Yes, he was. “But the age of consent in this state is eighteen, so you never know.”

“Jesus Christ, David!”

“I’ll call you when I get to the city.” He patted her shoulder, then leaned over. They kissed briefly. “Stay safe and I hope you have fun.” Again, the smile.

“I’ll make out,” she responded. He laughed out loud. “I mean…” now she was flustered, and could feel the heat rising on her cheeks. “I’ll make do.”

“You can’t wiggle your way out of that one.” He turned and walked away. His voice echoed from inside as he opened the front door. “I just want you to be happy!”

By then, Eddy had returned to staring at the girl, who had spread a blanket out on the sand and set up a big umbrella, and was now stretched out with a paperback. Eddy finished her coffee and reached for the binoculars.

* * * * * * * * * * *

The first day of spring arrived and a few more eager souls populated the beach. Eddy had watched the girl for almost a week, day after day, all by herself, reading one book after another on the beach. She had thoughts of going for a long walk and passing by, perhaps striking up a conversation.

God, she’s so young. What am I thinking? She looks to be the same age as Liz!

Eddy made a mental note of how the girl looked very much like her daughter. In spite of that, she allowed her eyes to linger tirelessly on the girl’s naked flesh.

Those sweet little tits of hers. Just enough to fit in my mouth, and those beautiful, delicate areolas.

Heat crept up between Eddy’s thighs, gently throbbing as she reached down to rub her pussy through the fabric.� � � � � � � � � � � � �

Still, she’s not my daughter. God, I need to get my mind off this girl. What a joke, us doing anything sexual, but damn it if she isn’t just the cutest thing.

* * * * * * * * * *

David gave her an extra set of keys to the curio shop and, since the tourist crowd would be returning before long, Eddy distracted herself by taking a few of her best paintings there in preparation for re-opening the shop. She carefully covered the wood-framed canvasses with pillowcases and placed them in the back seat of her old Volkswagen.

The shop was boarded up for the season and quite dark until Eddy flipped the light switch next to the door. The old place was musty, so she left the front door open for fresh air to circulate. As she placed the artwork in an area David had given her to work, a voice startled her.

“Hello?” The voice of a young girl called from the door. “Can I come in?”

As Eddy turned and jumped as if she had touched a live wire. It was the little nymph!

“Hello,” she managed to respond. She fought to control her breathing as her heart raced.

No question, it was her. Not nude, of course. She had wrapped herself in a Victorian-looking shawl which stopped just above her knees. Eddy couldn’t help but wonder if she was naked underneath.

“I was hoping to find someone here.” Her voice caressed Eddy’s ears. “I’m somewhat of an artist myself.”

“Oh, wonderful!” Eddy felt herself saying, thankful the girl tossed out a topic to precipitate legitimate conversation. “What do you do?”

“Jewelry, mostly.” The girl moved slowly into the shop, eyeing her surroundings. “I also sketch, but I’m not really very good at it. It’s the jewelry that sells.

Jesus, can this really be happening?

Eddy became conscious of her hands and clasped them behind her back. Then the sensation of her breasts poking out made her put her hands in her pockets.

Goddammit, stop fidgeting and act normal!

“Yeah, I’ve been doing that for a few years, and people really seem to like my work.” By now, the girl was within a few feet of Eddy. The woman could smell the mixture of sweat and Coppertone on the girl’s sun-kissed body. “I wonder if you’d have space for me when the season comes.”

Working next to this girl? I can’t believe what I’m hearing!

“I’ll have to talk with the owner.” Eddy wanted to roll over and give her free reign, but remembered her responsibilities to David. “He’s out of town for another week or so.” She wanted to reach out and pull that shawl away, or at least touch her, however modestly, but refrained. “Do tunceli escort you have any samples of your work?”

“Sure do,” the girl smiled. “Can I bring them by?”

Even Eddy, in her discombobulated state, realized the opportunity that had arisen.

Oh, fuck it. Just take the plunge.

“How about this afternoon?” Eddy almost stuttered.

Shit, I wish my heart would slow down. I can hardly breathe.

“Meet you here?” The girl bit her lower lip, eyes all innocent.

“Yes, or…” Eddy paused. “You can bring them by my cabin, if you’re okay with that.” She found it impossible to keep gazing at the erotic young waif. “Perhaps you need to ask your parents?”

The girl arched an eyebrow.

“Oh, hell, no! My parents are in Gary, Indiana, far away from this place!” She pulled the shawl tighter around her shoulders, clearly annoyed. “I’ve been on my own for almost a year and I don’t need to ask anyone for permission.”

There was no doubt Eddy had touched a nerve.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart. You just look so…”

“Young?” The girl replied. “I’m a free and emancipated woman.”

Eddy smiled at the word “emancipated.” It sounded so much like the Women’s Lib movement she’d seen so much of recently.

“Okay, okay,” Eddy couldn’t help but beam at the impetuous child. “Sorry I brought it up.”

Goddamn, my pussy’s on fire. What the hell is wrong with me? I still don’t know how old this kid is!

“Where do you live?…” The girl paused, not knowing Eddy’s name.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Eddy extended her hand. “Eddy. Short for Edwina.”

The girl reached out to squeeze Eddy’s hand. The moment they touched, Eddy felt a surge of energy throughout her body. More ice melting. It was as if seasons were also changing in her heart. The girl’s shawl slipped somewhat and Eddy saw she indeed had something on underneath.

“I’m Maj.” She didn’t let go of Eddy’s hand and took a step closer. Eddy could now feel her breath. “It’s spelled M-A-J but is pronounced “my”.

By now, Eddy could feel her erect nipples rubbing against the fabric of her loose top.

Fuck me, I’m about to come on the spot. What is this girl doing to me? Am I this needy?

“What a lovely name, Maj.” She quelled the lust in her voice. “I’m at the far end of the cove, near the black rocks.” The girl finally released her hand. “That old white cabin up on piers. My yellow VW will be parked on the side.” Eddy couldn’t believe her incredible luck. “Just come knocking and I’ll be there.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Eddy had to keep reminding herself to slow down. The VW’s little motor tweeted in protest as she tore down the beach road.

Goddammit, Edwina, slow down! And calm down, too. You’re acting like a crazy woman!

She jerked the parking brake up on the VW and trotted inside the cabin, inspecting her little hovel with dismay.

What a fucking mess!

Eddy cleaned up the worst of the clutter, although there wasn’t any illusion it was an artist’s lair. She thought about making herself up. Panting with anxiety, she gazed at herself in the mirror, eyes lingering on every little imperfection, wrinkle, sag and grey hair.

Fuck it. If I do anything to make myself up, it will be obvious. Just relax and go natural, girl. She seems to be pretty earthy herself.

The sun arced into the west, the light changing in the cabin’s studio and deck. To relax, Eddy poured herself a glass of French Cabernet David had brought from the city. After a few sips, the alcohol crept into her cerebral cortex and a feeling of relative calm overcame her.

That’s better, but I don’t need to get too tipsy. I feel like I’m playing with dynamite. What if she’s underage? That’ll be the end of it right away.� � � � � � � � � � � � �

A sharp knock at the front door startled Eddy out of her reverie. She downed the rest of the wine, placing it in the kitchen sink as she practically bolted to the door. Just as she grabbed the doorknob, she paused.

Get a grip, Edwina. Deep breath.

Her hands trembled as she noticed perspiration forming under her arms and breasts. With a single, smooth motion, she opened the front door.

“Hi!” Maj said with a smile. The shawl was gone. She wore a simple top and cut-off jeans. “Here I am!”

Eddy fought to keep from looking like a fucking moron. The grin on her face almost hurt.

Fuck, this is really happening!

Maj had an ancient leather case in tow.

“Hello, dear.” Eddy cooed, sounding quite motherly. “Please come in.”

Maj stepped inside, looking all around. “Cool!” She smiled, obviously pleased. “Funky and cool! I love it!”

“I’m so glad.” Eddy reached to take the case. “Let’s take this out on the deck, into the sunlight.”

Maj followed Eddy as they walked out on the deck. Eddy put the suitcase on the small, round table between the wicker chairs.

“Here.” Maj stepped beside her, popping the latches open. Their bodies uşak escort almost touched as Eddy couldn’t help but glance down her nothing of a top to gaze at her lovely breasts.

Goddamn! Careful, girl, careful. Act naturally.

Maj opened the case to reveal an array of earrings, pendants, brooches and whatnot, all neatly lodged in their respective purple velvet slots.

“May I?” Eddy asked.

“Sure, go ahead.”

Eddy plucked one particularly intricate silver creation out of its holder and examined it.

“That’s my latest. You like?”

“Oh, very much, yes!” Eddy turned to look at Maj and the girl returned the gaze, giving a slight smile. For a moment, Eddy wanted to kiss her new friend on the mouth, but turned back to the item in her hand.

As Eddy tried to make small talk, inspecting more of the items, Maj slowly drifted out to the edge of the deck. She leaned on the railing to look down at the beach.

“You live here alone?”

“Yes.” Eddy returned an amber-embedded ring back to the case, walking out to stand next to Maj. “For almost a year.”

“I really like it here.” Maj pointed down to the area she frequented. “That spot right there has just the right sound, what with the cove being the way it is.”

“I never thought of it that way.” Eddy felt the girl’s hip pressing against hers. She didn’t move away. “I’ve walked that beach so many times.”

Maj looked over to the table and the binoculars tucked underneath, then looked back at Eddy.

“You must’ve seen me down there,” she said, her voice smooth and gentle. She glanced back at the binoculars. This time, Eddy saw what she was looking at. “You must have seen a lot of me.”

Then she broke into laughter, leaning heavily against Eddy. The older woman stiffened for a moment, fighting not to cave in. The next moment, she had her arm around Maj, squeezing her tight.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Maj sighed. Eddy about melted on the spot when the young girl nuzzled her shoulder.

“No, dear.” Eddy couldn’t believe she was smelling the girl’s hair, kissing it. They had just met, but their caresses felt so natural and right. “I have a friend, David, but he’s not that way.”

“Oh.” Maj raised her head, her face only inches from Eddy’s. “I don’t either.” She smiled again. “I don’t like boys. Well, not too much, especially after all that shit I went through at Woodstock last year, but I certainly got an education!”

Their lips met.

Eddy was so aroused by then, she didn’t resist as their tongues lashed against each other wetly. Soon, they were on the bed. Maj started to undress. For a split-second, Eddy came to her senses.

“Wait.” She held her hand out, admonishing Maj to stop unbuttoning her cut-offs. She was already naked to the waist. “Just a second, honey.” She looked into the girl’s blue eyes, embarrassed to ask the question.

“I have to know. How old are you, my love?”

“I’m old enough!” Her cutoffs slid down her legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

“No, no.” Eddy wanted to cry with frustration. “I’ve had enough trouble in my life and don’t need any more, especially jail time.”

“Okay then.” Maj, totally nude, pinned Eddy’s arms over her head. “Nineteen! ” She slid her body on top of Eddy’s. “Well, almost.” Her nimble fingers unbuttoned Eddy’s blouse in seconds. “In a few months.”

“You’re sure about that.” Eddy allowed Maj to remove her top and bra, shuddering as her breasts fell free. Without skipping a beat, the waif pulled Eddy’s shorts and panties down her legs, tossing them aside.

Maj nodded before burying her face in Eddy’s thick, dark bush.

“Ahhhh!” Eddy writhed, spreading her legs wide as Maj’s tongue found her sweet spot. � � � � � � � � � � � � �

Goddamn, this girl is eager! Ohhh…

Eddy rested one hand on the back of Maj’s head as the girl lapped away at her pussy.

“Oh, god, honey.” Eddy didn’t realize how much she had suppressed her emotions since Sylvia abandoned her. Now she didn’t care. The winter ice had melted and spring was in full bloom. She felt like a young girl again, excited and ready to give and receive love. Come what may, she was going to enjoy this, as long as it lasted.

Soon, Maj’s hands were on Eddy’s breasts, squeezing them and gently tugging at her nipples. Eddy whimpered as electricity sparked from her tender buds straight down to her clit. The sensations started to build.

Dammit, yes! Oh, to come against this girl’s mouth.

Eddy couldn’t help but think of her daughter, also eighteen. Initially, she felt guilt and shame for allowing thoughts of Liz to invade her brain while being pleasured by a girl the same age.

That’s what triggered her orgasm.

“Ahhhgggg!!!” Her body convulsed. She cried out as waves of pleasure cleansed her body of the last shreds of sorrow. Eddy glanced down to marvel at Maj’s wet face and wicked grin as she licked her lips.

After an eternity, her breathing returned to normal as Maj sidled up beside her lover. Waves crashed in the distance as their naked bodies melded together. They kissed and licked until their mouths were almost numb. Eddy tasted her heady scent on Maj’s face.

“Where the hell did you come from?” Eddy whispered against the girl’s neck.

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THE AMERICAN COUSIN

It was almost two and Ayesha couldn’t wait for the bell to ring she was getting a two week holiday for her cousin’s wedding and her uncle, who lived in the states, was coming back with his family after eleven years and with his new wife it was her uncle’s third wife, with the first one dying and the second one getting a divorce. This wife was not liked by the family though, as she was not from Pakistan, but a Lebanese, and there were rumors that she didn’t cover herself like normal Muslim women should, and that is why the family was against her and they were worried that her uncle’s daughter from the first wife Mariam would be like her new step mother and not be a perfect little Muslim girl.

Ayesha remembered Mariam from the last time she came to Pakistan with her stepmother she was a year younger than Ayesha and she was a very good girl and they had become good friends and they cried when she had to go back. So Ayesha sitting in class, wondered whether her now eighteen year old cousin would be a good Muslim girl or like her new step-mother. Ayesha herself was a very strict Muslim girl at nineteen she was 5’2 inches with very small boobs and a slim waist and a plump Ass but no one saw that figure as she used to cover it up with a Burka and a Hijab, and she never even tried to do something that was against the teaching of Islam.

She had heard her friends talk about having boyfriends and going out with them, and her best friend had even told her about porn and masturbation but Ayesha had never tried any of it because it was forbidden in Islam, while Ayesha was thinking about the wedding and her cousin, the bell rang and she left for home.

It was around eight in the night when her uncle and his family arrived from the airport and everyone was surprised and happy to see her uncle’s new wife in a Burka and Hijab but even then Ayesha understood why her uncle had married her she was like an angel from heaven, from her eyes to her feet, and her smile was to die for, and as she hugged Ayesha she kissed her on cheeks and introduced herself as Salma. She was thirty eight years old but looked like a twenty-three year old, her breasts were not that big, probably a 34B, She was in good shape, but it was her ass that was great. Ayesha had heard from her friends how the middle eastern women were more beautiful and how their butts were the best part of their body and Ayesha had seen it in real life, but the moment she moved a tall girl hugged her and Ayesha could not believe it was Mariam and he was 5 inches taller than Ayesha at 5’7 and she had gotten so beautiful and she was also wearing a Burka with a pink Hijab.

The females got inside and the talk started about the wedding and about Salma and her life and how he was divorced by her former husband and how she had gotten married to her uncle, and than Ayesha came to knew that Salma had a nineteen year old son but because he was a “Na Mehram,” he was not allowed to meet Ayesha. The guests were pouring in as it was a wedding so Ayesha, Mariam and the other cousins were told to share a room it was a great blast for a week the whole wedding happened and Ayesha and Mariam became very close and Ayesha was so proud of Mariam for being such a pious Muslim mersin escort girl despite living in the States and she also started to like her new aunt Salma. It was a day after most of the guests had gone away when it happened.

Now it was only Ayesha and Mariam who were sharing the room. It was night time and Mariam was using her laptop and told Ayesha to go to sleep as she had some school work to do and it’ll be late so Ayesha went to sleep, She was woken up after a couple hours by some weird moans, she got up and saw Mariam was not there but the light off the bathroom was open she thought her cousin was in pain, so she hurriedly went to help her, but what she saw completely shocked he. It was her cousin lying on the bathroom floor watching porn and she had three fingers inside her pussy fingering herself. Ayesha almost fainted and then was about to scream, but the voice didn’t come out as her cousin started to have orgasm, and Ayesha watched mesmerized, and as Mariam came to back to her senses, Ayesha ran back to her bed and pretended to sleep Mariam came back after ten minutes and slept right next to Ayesha, but Ayesha couldn’t sleep, thinking what had happened, she had heard about porn and masturbation from her friends, but she never thought she would see someone do it let alone her own cousin, who she thought was a pious Muslim girl.

It was with these thoughts that she woke up in the morning but she acted normal with Mariam this continued for three days but now every night Ayesha got bolder and bolder and used to watch her cousin for longer periods and watch the porn as well it was different everyday someday 2 girls with a guy some day 2 guys with a girl and now she was watching 2 girls with each other Ayesha knew what lesbians were but she never knew what they did but this was really weird in a way and she was sweating and she was feeling something down in her pussy which she had never felt before and that’s when Mariam had the orgasm and Ayesha returned to her bed. It was the following day when her uncle and his whole family had to go to some relative’s house.

Ayesha and her family weren’t invited, but she was not worried, a bit in fact she was excited she would finally see what porn was about. She locked the door of her room when Mariam and her family went and searched for Mariam’s laptop, she opened it and there was no password So she searched porn in google and websites came up and then she watched she was very nervous but excited and while seeing a lesbian video she started to copy the girls who were playing with their pussies. Ayesha took off her Salwar and Kameez and then her panties and bra and started to feel herself she didn’t want to finger herself as it might risk her virginity so she just played with her cunt like the girl in the video it took her about ten minutes but then it happened her body vibrated and shook she screamed but covered her mouth with her panties and she had her first orgasm. Still trembling, she got her breath back, and she was sweating, but she was happy and scared at what she had done she quickly closed the laptop and got dressed and went out and acted normal till Mariam and her family were back.

It was night time, and Ayesha was scared, what muğla escort if Mariam finds out, but she pretended to sleep, and Mariam, as usual, pretended to work, but when she started to search for porn, she realized someone used her laptop and had searched porn and then she saw the time and understood that it was her sweet cousin Ayesha she was surprised but she was happy as well and when she saw that Ayesha watched lesbian porn she got really wet and wondered whether she could fuck her cousin, well she was hot and she did watch porn and maybe masturbated so Mariam planned it, She got naked and went to the bathroom early and started watching porn and playing with herself but keeping her ears open for Ayesha and soon enough Ayesha also got off the bed and went to the bathroom standing outside seeing his cousin play with herself Ayesha also got turned on and started playing with her pussy over her salwar and as Mariam felt her cousin standing behind her she said in a slutty voice

“Don’t they look really hot Ayesha”

“Ohh yes they do” Replied Ayesha.

And then she realized what she had done, and before she could react Mariam had gotten up and was coming towards her and Ayesha was mesmerized seeing her cousin naked for the 1st time, her perky B-Cup boobs with her pink nipples, which were hard as a rock coming towards her with a smile on her face, she came so close that Ayesha could see her reflection in Mariam’s eyes, and then it happened, her cousin kissed her and Mariam then forcefully pushed her tongue in Ayesha’s mouth and started playing with her tongue and then she pressed her hands at Ayesha’s boobs and Ayesha couldn’t move but let out a soft moan and started responded by kissing her cousin back and Mariam knew she had her where she wanted her. She slowly started moving her hands all around Ayesha’s boobs and then finally broke her kiss and took her cousin by the arm to the bed and took of her kameez and salwar and then her bra and panties Ayesha for the 1st time in her life was standing naked in front of someone and that was her cousin.

“Fuck you are Hot” Mariam said as she looked at her cousin hungrily.

“ThankYou” Ayesha replied blushing

Mariam started kissing Ayesha again and made her lie on the bed and played with her boobs going down to her pussy and as she touched it Ayesha gave out a moan which made Mariam smile but she continued and kissed her right leg then her left leg and then she kissed her cousin’s pussy lips slowly opening them up as she saw her cousins virgin pussy and then licked it, inciting another soft moan from her cousin’s lips and she started eating her up which increased Ayesha’s moans and she started to grab her tits and saying stuff.

“Ohh this is so bad. It’s HARAAM but it feels so good oh yess but why it’s HARAAM it shouldn’t feel like this” she kept saying as her orgasm built up in her body

Even though Mariam was licking Ayesha’s pussy and rubbing her cunt, listening to her cousin say all this stuff had made her so wet herself and she wanted to touch herself so she attacked her cousin’s cunt and started eating it vigorously. Ayesha almost screamed when this happened but covered her mouth with her hand as Mariam kept licking, and nevşehir escort this strategy worked as within seconds Ayesha’s moaning increased and her covering her mouth with her hand was not helping and then she let go of the hand as her orgasm hit her

“Ohh yes ohh my god i am CUMMINGGG” She screamed as she came and Mariam lapped up all the juices that kept flowing out of her virgin pussy and as Ayesha calmed down she saw Mariam coming towards her with her mouth glistening with her pussy juice and they kissed Ayesha tasting herself on Mariam’s mouth and they kissed with passion. Ayesha had at this point lost all inhibitions, and roamed her hands all over Mariam’s body as the two cousins continued to kiss until Mariam broke it off

“Who would have thought under all that saintliness and piousness there was a slut hidden” she said, teasing Ayesha

“But you won’t be a proper Slut until you eat pussy” and with that she got up and brought her pussy straight in front of Ayesha’s mouth and ordered her to eat her out. Ayesha had no time to get her head around what was happening and she had this beautiful pussy right in front of her which was wet and smelled wonderful and in spite of herself she opened her mouth got her tongue out and gave Mariam’s pussy a small lick which made Mariam moan and Ayesha loved the taste so she did it again and started licking her cousin eagerly making Mariam moan and as Ayesha got faster Mariam’s moans increased and so did her dirty talk

“Ohh yes lick me just like that. You are a slut you love doing HARAAM things like this don’t you yes lick me make your cousin cum become a Hijabi Slut. You know you want to” she continued, with all this, which made Ayesha hornier as her licking speed increased, she remembered something and brought her fingers close to Mariam’s cunt and started rubbing it along with her licking. Mariam, whose eyes were closed and didn’t expect this started moaning more loudly as her orgasm started to come near with this extra sensation and she started thrusting her pussy in Ayesha’s mouth and it worked as her orgasm hit her and she screamed

“Yessss i am cumming oh Yessss” as she came all over Ayesha’s pussy who drank her first pussy juice and loved the taste and was still licking Mariam when she told her to stop and she came down and lied on top off her and they kissed exchanging Mariam’s pussy juice between each other and continued to kiss until Mariam broke the kiss

“Thankyou for that” as she lay in her cousin’s arms

“No ThankYou for doing this to me but it’s HARAAM what will happen now” Ayesha replied as reality stared to get to her

“Shh don’t worry nothing will happen all that matters is that you enjoyed yourself even if it’s HARAAM” She said, kissing her forehead.

“Are you sure about it” Ayesha turned towards her, and asked her, looking in her eyes.

“Ohh yes trust me and now that I know how much you enjoyed it we will do it regularly” She kissed her on the lips. Ayesha couldn’t believe what she had done, but when Mariam said they would do it again, she got excited and responded to her cousin’s kiss, and just like that the two cousins dozed off to sleep in each others arms.

Mariam got up the following day and it was nine in the morning, and then she felt Ayesha’s hand on her and she realized what had happened last night and smiled and softly got up so as to not wake her cousin up. She took her mobile, clicked a picture of Ayesha lying there naked, and sent it to someone with the caption.

“SHE WAS TASTY AF!”

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