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*This story is a work of fiction. All resemblances to any person are purely coincidental. All rights reserved by author. Feedback is more than welcome!*

When Josh saw Marie at the liberal arts food court, he knew she was perfect. She had been in his discussion group two semesters ago, as an incoming freshman. Back then, she was cute in an unremarkable way — long brown hair, average height, rather skinny, nice smile. She had since gained the freshman fifteen and it made her perfect in his eyes. Bigger boobs, rounded belly, wider hips. You could tell from the image she presented that she didn’t feel the same.

Marie was dressed in a tight-fitting, long-sleeved blue top that did nothing to hide the fact that her breasts were about to burst out of her bra. The jeans were about a size too tight, causing a bit of her belly to spill over the top. She was hunched forward, hair half in her face, a pile of books in front of her food as if she was trying to hide the fast-food Chinese that she was eating as an early dinner. Josh felt his pulse racing already.

“Hi, Marie, isn’t it?” Josh asked, “Mind if I sit with you?”

Marie looked up, a bit startled, and instantly recognized her TA from last year. At the time, she had thought Josh was cute, but was much more interested in the fraternity boys who invited her to parties with free booze. A bit too much booze, she thought.

“Hi, Mr. McMillan. There are plenty of open tables, if you want…” she couldn’t imagine why he would want to sit with an unattractive girl like her.

“Please, call me Josh. I wasn’t looking for an open table. I saw you eating and remembered you from last year, though you’re much more beautiful now.” Josh said, smiling warmly at her.

Marie looked at him, stunned. No one had called her beautiful all year. Even her dad had called her “fat” when she went home for Christmas. Josh continued, “I know you’ve just started eating (the huge portion of takeout was almost gone) but I’m cooking tonight and I thought you might not have had home cooked food in awhile. Would you be willing to join me for dinner?”

Marie thought for a second. She had eaten, but could probably eat more. And she’d love to see his place and have something home cooked, for once. “Well, I … yes, I’d like that.”

“Great!” Josh’s eyes lit up and he took her hand. “Could you come now?”

Every man has his fetishes, and Josh was fortunate enough to have figured out his during his freshman year of college. He loved tight, firm bellies, but not the type with six-pack muscles. No, he preferred to feed his women until they were stuffed full to bursting, until they had problems taking a deep breath due to their impinging stomachs. He loved rubbing his hands along their bellies as they ate, feeling the changes as they grew. He didn’t want to make a girl gain weight for him, but just get full from eating and keep that extra pressure while he made love to her.

After a few years of trying to stuff every woman in sight, he’d realized the best girls were the ones who were a little overweight already. The skinny, overly fit ones often complained about the amount of food he made and didn’t want Josh to feel their bellies. More than one had either left directly after dinner, saying she didn’t feel well, or hadn’t let him do anything more than kiss her. The obese ones were more willing, but weren’t so attractive to him. Josh determined his best matches were the ones who had recently gained weight and were feeling a bit self-conscious about it. They enjoyed his cooking and compliments. The “freshman fifteen” created an abundance of girls for him to choose from in college. In fact, that was part of why he had decided to go to grad school and eventually become a professor, so that these beautiful women would be all around him.

Josh lived in graduate housing a few blocks from the university. When Marie walked into the apartment, the first thing she noticed was the elegant, glass-topped dining room table with two comfortable-looking chairs and a small vase of flowers on top.

“Feel free to check out my little place while I get you a drink,” Josh said, quickly heading to the kitchen to find a bottle of wine.

Marie looked around. The kitchen and living room were typical university housing — small, white walls, clean but well used. She peeked into his bathroom and was impressed that he kept it spotless.

The bedroom door was closed. Before she could open it, she found Josh standing just behind her shoulder. He smiled and handed her a glass of wine.

“Cheers.” bursa escort Josh said, clinking glasses with hers. “I’ve almost got the first course done. Please pick a chair and I’ll serve you.” Josh said, ushering Marie back towards the dining room, touching her back and side oh so gently. She pulled out a chair and watched Josh busy himself around the kitchen, while smelling some amazing odors wafting her way.

“First course!” and with that, Josh, placed a large bowl of soup in front of her and a basket of sliced sourdough bread on the table. It was some sort of tomato-pepper soup and smelled delicious. Josh set out a bowl for himself as well and sat down across from her.

They sat and talked, Josh getting up from time to time to work on something in kitchen and, when she wasn’t watching, adjust the growing bulge in his jeans that matched the expansion of her belly. He made sure that her wine glass and bread plate stayed full. Before Marie knew it, she had finished the soup, polished off most of the loaf of bread by herself, and drunk two glasses of wine. Josh quickly poured her a third and took away their dishes.

“The pasta is almost ready. I hope you like it,” Josh said, moving his chair so it was closer to hers. He looked down, as if trying to be modest, but actually checking out her belly. It had definitely grown fuller from the soup and wine. He could see a couple extra inches straining against the front of her tight jeans. Her growing belly pushed her breasts slightly higher, making them look even more delicious. He couldn’t wait until she was achingly full.

“If it was anything like the soup, I’m sure to love it!” Marie said, a bit over enthusiastically. Josh had been nothing but a gentleman all through the meal, occasionally touching her arm or her side, once or twice brushing against her stomach. She was happy to have learned that he was also a good conversationalist and a cook. She felt herself getting slightly wet. “Stop that,” she thought to herself, “you know a cute guy like him isn’t going to go for a girl that looks like you.”

Marie’s eyes widened as she saw Josh serving up their next course. The pasta bowl of fresh fettuccine and winter squash he was serving up for her looked enormous. She felt her belly straining against her pants and panicked for a moment. She didn’t want to insult him, but how was she going to finish all of that?

“Wow, that’s a lot of food,” she said.

Josh just smiled at her, “I like to cook. And I don’t want you to leave hungry.” He winked at her, setting down his own bowl and a fresh bottle of wine. She didn’t even notice that his was a much smaller portion that hers.

She ate for awhile, and then began slowly swirling the food around, feeling how tight her pants were against her belly. It was starting to hurt. She wiggled around in her seat a bit, trying to loosen the waistband of her jeans without Josh noticing.

“Josh, this food is amazing. But I don’t think I can finish it all.” She looked up at him, smiling, hoping he wouldn’t be insulted.

“Please, I’d love to watch you finish your meal. I’m sure your body is just not used to home cooking instead of dorm food. Besides, you look so beautiful while you eat. Here, let me help you get a bit more comfortable.” And with that, Josh slowly reached forward and unbuttoned the top button of Marie’s jeans. He softly caressed her belly, feeling it gently curve as it spilled out of her pants.

Marie sighed. It felt good to have a man touch her in this way, and the loosened pants immediately made her feel better.

“There, now. A bit better, right? Would it help a bit if I rubbed your belly like this?” Josh rubbed along her belly in small circles, making sure not to move to close to her breasts or the crotch of her pants, at least not yet.

“That feels good, actually.” Marie began eating again, trying not to moan between bites. She reveled in the sensations of Josh’s hand moving along her belly and made no protest when he lifted her shirt out of the way, revealing the curve of her belly under the glass-topped table. “This pasta is amazing, by the way,” Marie said, smiling softly at her suitor.

Josh watched Marie finish her plate of pasta and winter squash. He had stopped rubbing her belly and just had his hand lightly resting on her thigh; admiring the effects of the Chinese food she’d eaten earlier, three glasses of wine, soup, bread, and pasta. He ignored his own food, concentrating solely on her now. They talked for a bit more, and Josh again bursa escort bayan refilled her wine glass.

Suddenly, Marie felt the pasta expanding in her stomach. Her clothes felt much too small. Her first thought was the bathroom. She made a move to get up, but Josh caught the look on her face and, as soon as she opened her mouth to tell him where she was going, he kissed her deeply. Marie forgot the pain for a moment, instead concentrating on Josh’s long tongue and the delicious things it was doing in her mouth. After a few moments, he broke off the kiss and looked at her, acting slightly concerned. “Is your belly hurting a bit again?” he quietly asked.

She nodded, and he continued, “Here, come sit on the couch and I’ll try to take your mind off the pain.” He held her hand and helped her up. Before she could protest, he unzipped her jeans, relieving the pressure and letting her belly spill out into his awaiting hands. He led her over to the couch and sat down.

Marie got bold and made her move. Rather than sitting next to him, she straddled him completely, her belly pushing against his, pushing him deeper into the couch. She began kissing him, removing his shirt and unbuttoning his pants as she did so. She looked at him and smiled, “I thought you needed to get more comfortable, too.”

Josh laughed and continued kissing her, enjoying the feeling of her weight on top of him, and her smooth, tightened belly underneath his massaging hands. He kissed his way over to her ear and said, “let me get rid of this tight, constraining bra,” and unhooked it.

Marie’s breasts spilled out of the bra. He removed it quickly and tossed it onto the floor. His hands moved along her back to her belly, then up to the undersides of her breasts. He held each breast in a hand for a moment, as if weighing them, delighting in their heaviness. He squeezed her breasts while bending his head down, suckling on each nipple. Marie moaned and squirmed, getting more turned on by the moment.

Josh let Marie’s firm, ripe nipple pop out of his mouth and asked her, “Would you like to move to the bedroom? I’ve got a bit of a surprise set up in there.” Marie stood up, wiggling out of her jeans, which were getting stuck around her thighs, before accompanying Josh to the bedroom. When she saw Josh’s bedroom, she gasped. Centered in the room was a huge, king-sized bed with a wrought-iron headboard and footboard. The bed was covered by a thick, soft-looking comforter, multiple blankets, and a number of pillows. After sleeping in the dorms for a year and a half in a twin-sized bunk bed, Josh’s bed looked like heaven. At the back of the bedroom was a door that appeared to lead to the kitchen, which she thought was rather strange, but also kind of cool.

Next to the bed, she noticed a tray set up on the nightstand. There were two candles, which Josh quickly lit, a small bottle of port, two glasses, and a large custard and berry trifle.

“Dessert!” Marie exclaimed. “I don’t know how you think that’s going to fit in here,” she said, gently rubbing her belly. It felt hard and firm to her and, come to think of it, she actually liked the feeling of being overfull and having her belly rubbed.

“I think I can find a way and besides, it’s mostly just berries. They’re small.” Josh replied. He walked over to her with the two glasses of port and handed her one. As they tapped glasses, Josh pulled Marie in towards him, feeling her belly push against him. He leaned forward and began to kiss her, using his free to hand to rub along every free inch of her skin. He put down his glass to grab a spoon, and then slowly began feeding her the trifle. Marie sighed, content at being fed and so seductively touched. Each time she thought her belly could hold no more, Josh would rub it and the pressure would subside.

After most of the trifle was gone, Josh gently laid Marie down on the bed, and then dipped one hand into the trifle. He let his fingers graze her lips, and she subconsciously opened her mouth, allowing him to enter her. She sucked each of his fingers clean before dipping her own hand into the trifle and feeding him. He sucked a couple of her fingers, then took her hand and rubbed it against his own chest. She leaned over and began licking each bit of it off, spending extra time on his nipples and along his collarbone.

He grabbed more and placed it on her nipples, sucking each one clean. Marie squealed in delight. She responded by placing some on his belly, licking down towards his boxer briefs, being careful to escort bursa suck every drop out of his navel. Josh moved the waistband down, “Just wanted it out of your way,” he joked.

Josh took a large handful of the custard and spread it across Marie’s belly. She sighed and lay on her back on the bed. Josh gazed at the beautiful coed below him. Her skin was taut along her belly, the waistband of her panties pushed into her lower abdomen. He licked and sucked over every inch of her belly. He couldn’t get enough of feeling her tight skin and moving his tongue and hands all over her.

Marie pushed the waistband of her panties down, then took them off and spread her legs slightly. She looked at him, devilishly, and grabbed another small handful of the trifle. She started at her bellybutton and spread it down, through her neatly trimmed bush, to the juncture of her thighs.

Josh stared at the sight before him. It had been good before, but with her completely naked, it was even better. He took off his own underwear before his erection burst the seams, then began licking off the trifle. He moaned as he slurped his way down her hardened belly, the carefully licked the bits of berry and custard off of her bush. He licked the inside of each thigh, causing Marie to moan and spread her legs further. Josh slowly kissed and sucked his way upwards until he was at her pussy, which was already quite wet. He licked his way up her slit, delighting in the way her labia unfolded for him. He sucked briefly on her clit, and then took his hands, which were already on the insides of her luscious thighs, and spread her further open. He began penetrating her with his tongue, then replaced his tongue with two fingers and began kissing and licking his way back up her body.

Marie was ecstatic. She could not believe how good she felt. She could feel the extra pressure of dinner pushing down against Josh’s fingers, making every movement feel stronger, somehow. By the time Josh reached her breasts and began sucking on her left nipple, she was on the verge of orgasm.

Josh moved between Marie’s legs, and let his weight press slightly on top of hers. He added a third finger into her pussy and began kissing along her neck, up to her ears. He let his fingers work a bit faster now, twirling and thrusting inside her vagina.

Marie couldn’t help herself. She screamed as she began to orgasm. She hadn’t had sex in months and desperately needed the release. She was panting hard and having trouble taking full breaths, between the food in her stomach and Josh’s weight on top of her. As her orgasm slowly, she reached down with one hand to pull Josh’s hand out of her, and with her other hand pulled on his ass, urging him to enter her.

“Please,” she pleaded, feeling the need to cum on his penis, “it’s okay, I’m on the pill.”

That was all Josh needed. He plunged into her, feeling his thick cock work its way into her still-vibrating pussy. He moved to his elbows, so he could still keep a lot of his weight pressing against her as he fucked her. With each thrust, he could feel her belly pushing against his, her full breasts against his chest, her thighs clutched around him. He leaned down to kiss her, crushing his lips against hers. Without warning, she began to cum again, moaning and screaming into his mouth.

Josh reached under her body, keeping her impaled upon him, and quickly flipped her over. Her weight was now on top of him. She sat up, kneeling above him, and tossed her hair back, causing her breasts and belly to shake. Josh held on to her hips, thrusting his way into her as she plunged down on to him, until they established a smooth rhythm. He then released her hips and let his hands roam, pushing against her tight stomach, pulling on her breasts, twisting her nipples. He couldn’t get enough of her skin under his hands.

As Josh roamed her body, Marie began pressing down harder, pushing her weight into Josh, trying to get his penis as deep as possible within her. When he began pulling on her nipples, it sent her over the edge. She came again, harder this time. Josh could barely make his way in and out of her, she was cumming so hard.

That was all it took for Josh. He moaned, then released jet after jet of hot cum into her. As the last spurts dribbled out of him, he grasped onto Marie’s shoulders and pulled her down on to him, wanting to feel every bit of her skin upon his. Instinctively knowing what he wanted, Marie spread her legs back, lying completely on top of him.

“You are incredible,” he softly whispered into her ear. He was in post-orgasmic bliss, his arms wrapped tenderly around Marie. Marie simply smiled in reply. She rolled off on to his side and they settled into a gentle sleep, both hoping this was the first of many dinners to come.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

NOTE FROM THE AUTHORS/ARTISTS – This series is a series about a girl named Hannah who has discovered that she actually has magical powers (levitation, teleportation, telekinesis, telepathy, mind control, and a whole heck of a lot more). She in turn uses her powers to have amazing sexual adventures with various partners as well as her sexy friend Cindy. This series has many parts, but we like to think that each story can stand alone just fine.

While the ‘magical’ aspect of things mostly sets up the scenarios that Hannah enjoys, there are various times where she does use her magical powers to enhance her sex. The sex mainly found in this series is that of the lesbian nature, but expect to occasionally find heterosexual and group sex. If you do not believe that is in your interest, we advise you to look elsewhere. If you are open to this idea, enjoy.

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It had been over a year since Cindy saw Hannah, and she would be there at any minute.

Cindy lived alone in an apartment in the middle of the city. She had moved there with her former boyfriend after she left college, and almost forgot all about her crazy party-girl dorm life. Cindy was notorious for being outgoing, sleeping around, and staggering back to her room drunk. It was that dorm room that she had shared with Hannah. Now Hannah wasn’t the hottest girl or much of a party girl. Cindy always caught her simply reading or sleeping, if she ever saw Hannah at all. For a while, Cindy felt as though she lived in that dorm room alone due to Hannah’s constant absence. Cindy always assumed that Hannah was out with some boyfriend she never met.

However, it wasn’t until the last month of her school-career that she found out something different about Hannah. It wasn’t until that last month when Cindy came home drunk one night after partying and found Hannah standing in the middle of their room in sexy white lingerie. It was that night that Cindy realized just how sexy Hannah’s body really was. Before, Cindy hadn’t even caught her roommate changing or in her bra and panties. She always seemed to hide herself under a sweatshirt and loose jeans, but at that moment, with Hannah’s young breasts tucked under a tiny white bra; her long legs covered in thin white stockings; her figure and amazing curves barely hidden beneath a thin long white robe, Cindy was in awe. With her inhibitions tossed aside and her unknown-to-be-so-sexy roommate seductively dressed just for her, Cindy easily allowed Hannah to take her. That night had been forever engraved into Cindy’s memory as Hannah peeled off Cindy’s clothes, tossed her on her bed, stripped her own lingerie off her body, and gave her the most amazing sexual experience that Cindy had ever been lucky enough to be a part of.

Cindy could remember Hannah pressing her firm young breasts against her own as she lie naked on top of her in her bed. She remembers Hannah’s lips sucking on her nipples as Cindy pushed them further upward into her mouth. She can remember Hannah’s tongue digging into her pussy and sucking on her clit. She can remember Hannah’s own perfectly shaven pussy in her own face as she tasted her juices and sucked her pussy until she came into her mouth. Cindy vaguely remembers tossing her leg over Hannah’s as they rubbed their pussies together while on the floor of their shared room. She even thinks she remembers Hannah wearing a large black strap-on dildo, and fucking her from behind. It was indeed a hazy intoxicated moment in Cindy’s memory, but still an amazing one.

It had been over a year since Cindy saw Hannah, and Cindy still couldn’t get the fireplace started.

Cindy never told a soul of that night. She had kept secret from her boyfriend for the last year, unaware what he would do if he found out the best sex Cindy ever had wasn’t with him, but with another girl she had cheated on him with. Cindy lost contact with Hannah, as they never shared much else other than that one experience. Cindy never knew what become of Hannah, but it seemed as though Hannah had found Cindy, and was on her way for a reunion.

Her timing was too perfect. No more than a week had passed since Cindy broke up with her boyfriend when she got a call from Hannah. Single again, Cindy wanted to see Hannah again without fear. She hoped that although they weren’t the best of friends during that last school year on campus, that they could have a repeat of that one amazing night. She wanted to impress Hannah. She wanted to show her that she was wanting more.

It had been over a year since Cindy saw Hannah, and Cindy was running out of time to prepare.

She gave up on setting the mood, and decided to give herself one more look-over in her bathroom mirror. She wondered how she looked as she checked herself out. She looked at her hair, and it looked great. It was long and brown, with a slight curl to it. Cindy tried to give herself the same look she had in college, but she wasn’t sure which look was better for her.

“Up or down?” Lara Escort She said out loud in her tiny bathroom, staring at her long hair in the mirror. She thought if she put her hair up, not only could Hannah be more attracted to her, but it would make things seem just a little more casual. Maybe Hannah wasn’t as promiscuous as she was before. Cindy really needed to tone things down. This wasn’t a date, it was just seeing an old roommate she hadn’t seen in a while.

She fixed her pink top around her breasts, which had grown a little since she last saw Hannah. They were now a C-cup. She pinched her waist and pulled at a small layer of fat and thought that maybe that was why her cup size had grown. It had been a while since she worked out and she had lost a bit of her young figure. But with her hair up and her top and jeans looking as good as they could, Cindy decided she was ready. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time.

“Okay, now I just need to wait for Hannah.” Cindy sighed, and not a second went by when there was a knock at the door. Cindy stepped out of the bathroom, and found her way to the front door. She opened the door, and there stood Hannah.

“Hannah!” Cindy shouted as she saw her friend.

“Cindy! Good to see you!” They hugged, and there was a brief second of silence. Cindy looked over Hannah, and saw that Hannah was still a fairly cute blonde girl. She had short hair, just barely to her shoulders. She was wearing a white tank-top with a white jacket, and dark jeans. She didn’t seem to be made up much at all, and was dressed more to just hang out. She had a similar build to Cindy, only Cindy noticed that Hannah probably weighed just a little bit more than her. Cindy remembered Hannah to be hotter, but oh well. Cindy wasn’t after Hannah for her looks. She just wanted to get Hannah in her bed. That’s what made Hannah so magical to Cindy.

“Come in!” Cindy said, to break up the silence. “Did you want a drink or something?” Cindy asked.

“Sure!” Hannah said.

“Okay, go ahead and make yourself at home.” Cindy said as she presented her small living room to Hannah. Hannah seemed awkward standing alone in Cindy’s living room, but Cindy just smiled and ducked into the kitchen. She already had a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses ready to go. She knew the alcohol would help loosen things up. She hoped that Hannah had stopped by for ‘something more’ and not just a random reunion.

“So what have you been up to?” Cindy asked, trying to make things less awkward. “Oh. Not much.” Hannah responded.

“Just traveling a lot, really. Seeing the world.”

“That’s cool. Land a job after college yet?” Cindy asked, still trying to keep the conversation going.

“Not really looking.” Hannah almost snapped back. “Just … experiencing things for now.”

Cindy finished grabbing everything she needed from the kitchen and stepped back into the living room. She noticed that Hannah was standing by her small gas fireplace, a fireplace that was now roaring.

“Oh wow. You got the fire started.” Cindy commented as she sat down on the couch, placing the two glasses and the bottle of wine on her small coffee table.

“Yeah. It just needed my ‘magic touch’.” Hannah answered in a laugh. Cindy shrugged it off, and Hannah walked over and joined her on the couch.

“Well, what’s up?” Cindy said as she dove right in. “I haven’t heard from you in a while. Why’d you call?” Cindy. “I don’t mean to be blunt, but …”

“Look,” Hannah started as Cindy poured her a glass of red wine. Cindy rose her own glass to her lips and took a sip while Hannah remained hesitant. Hannah was definitely having a hard time talking to Cindy. “I called you because, well, I didn’t want to scare you but I know you broke up with your boyfriend recently, and …”

“How do you know that we broke up?” Cindy asked, alarmed. Hannah sat closer to Cindy on the couch. She took Cindy’s hand in hers, and looked closely at her. They were alone in a large dark apartment, and Hannah seemed oddly concerned extremely fast.

“Okay. Look. There’s something I wanna tell you, but I don’t want to freak you out.” Hannah said.

“Tell me.” Cindy said sternly.

“Well, there’s just things about me that I want to tell you, but you have to promise to keep in a secret. You can’t tell anyone.”

“But we don’t really have any mutual friends. It’s not like …”

“Trust me. Some things happened during that last year at college.”

“Yeah, they did.” Cindy interrupted, referring specifically about that amazing sex she couldn’t forget.

“Yeah, but it’s more than ‘that’. I just need to tell you something about me, and if I didn’t make sure my secret was safe, you would probably tell the whole world.” Hannah said with absolute certainty. “You have to promise that everything that I tell you tonight remains between us.”

“Okay. I promise.” Cindy said. “So what is this huge secret?” Cindy was really Lara Escort Bayan confused, but she agreed. Hannah wasn’t around much during college, and Cindy knew she wasn’t just out studying or classwork heavy because her grades were not that great. Hannah was actually a bit lazy, and Cindy wondered if Hannah could have had some addiction that caused her behavior.

Hannah sat and thought for a few seconds. Cindy could tell she was trying to figure out how to explain herself, her arrival to her house, and the sudden need to spill her guts to her former roommate. Hannah looked around as she thought of the words to describe her secret, but couldn’t find them.

“Maybe it’s easier to show you.” Hannah said. She put her glass of wine on the coffee table, and then stood up from the couch. She walked into the middle of the living room, and simple stood there, presenting herself in front of Cindy.

“Just, promise not to freak out.” Hannah said. Cindy nodded, unsure of what was going to happen. Things were getting extremely weird. Hannah smiled, and closed her eyes. She stood up on her tip-toes, and then slowly rose her hands up from her sides. Cindy was confused to no end. Hannah just stood there, on her toes, with her eyes closed and a large smile on her face.

Suddenly, Hannah’s toes slowly lifted off the ground about an inch. Cindy didn’t realize it at first, but she sat up as soon as she noticed that Hannah was somehow floating in mid-air in the middle of her living room. Cindy stood up and slowly walked around Hannah as she floated there, with her eyes closed and her arms extended. She was easily over a foot off the ground now. Cindy examined all around to see if this was some elaborate trick, but as far as she could tell, Hannah was flying.

Then a flash of light exploded out from Hannah, and blinded Cindy and she covered her eyes. Cindy fell backwards onto the couch from the light blast, afraid for her own safety.

As soon as the light dimmed, Cindy saw a brand new Hannah floating in the middle of her living room. All her normal clothes were nowhere to be found as she was merely floating in mid air, her long legs dangling beneath her. She now wore that sheer white robe that was left open so that Cindy could see that she wore a tiny white thong that barely covered her at all. She also had a tiny bra over her breasts, which were much larger and firmer. They seemed to stress the limits of her top as they pushed out through the sides, top, and the bottom, leaving little to the imagination. Diamonds of amazing sparkle adorned the lines of her bra and panties, as well as her ears and new necklaces which had also been added to her wardrobe. Cindy could see she was wearing millions of dollars of jewelry on a new million dollar body which was much tighter and firm. There was a warm wind blowing from nowhere, blowing her short blonde hair and robe about. Hannah simply floated in front of Cindy in the middle of the living room, beaming light out from her amazingly perfect gorgeous body. She was a whole new person in a whole new body, and Cindy had no idea what to do or say.

Hannah finally opened her eyes, and smiled at Cindy.

“This is the real me, Cindy.” Hannah exclaimed as she slowly floated in front of Cindy.

Hannah lifted her finger and motioned Cindy to come to her and Cindy felt invisible hands pull her up off the couch and onto her feet. Hannah then held out her hands so that her robe would open up side for Cindy and herself as they both looked down at Hannah’s nearly nude body. With her robe completely out of the way, Cindy took in the amazingly sexy sight. Cindy slowly walked toward this floating beauty, wondering what was happening. She looked over Hannah’s body, her sexy new clothes, and finally her face. With Cindy entranced by her new body, Hannah smiled seductively as she levitated before her.

“Remember this lingerie?” Hannah asked, referring to that legendary night.

“How … how are you …?” Cindy tried to ask, looking at the two foot gap between Hannah’s toes and the ground. Hannah slowly moved up and down in mid air as her flight seemed to be controlled by imperfect thoughts.

“Flying?” Hannah answered. “I just can. Pretty cool, huh?” Hannah asked. She then calmly and slowly turned as she levitated in midair, allowing Cindy to see her from all angles. Hannah ran her hands through her hair as she floated higher in the middle of Cindy’s living room. There was so much amazement to take in that Cindy didn’t know where to look. Everything about Hannah’s body; her clothes, her hair, her face, her breasts, it all screamed of perfection. Hannah allowed the light to beam down from her body onto Cindy as she elegantly flew in Cindy’s living room. Finally, she ceased her spin, and stood in the air a few feet above Cindy’s coffee table, her toes dangling beneath her.

“I could tell you a long and involved story of how I am able to fly and do other magical things, but Escort Lara that would waste too much time tonight.” Hannah explained. She looked down at the ground below her, and she slowly lowered her feet back to it. As her toes landed gently back onto Cindy’s living room floor, she looked back up to Cindy and slowly started to walk seductively towards her.

“Just know that I want to have that amazing sex with you again, but now, I want you to get to experience what sex is like with the REAL me.” Hannah now stood face to face with Cindy. She knew she had control over Cindy, and was going to slowly reel her in. With Cindy’s eyes locked on Hannah’s own, Hannah held her hand out towards her glass of wine that sat on the coffee table. The glass of wine immediately floated up off the coffee table and into the air before the two girls. Cindy watched in awe as Hannah opened her fingers to allow the stem of the wine glass to glide softly into her hands. Hannah slowly took a sip of the wine, and smiled back at Cindy. She then promptly pulled the glass from her lips and held it aside. Cindy’s shock of the evening’s events continued for as Hannah let go of the glass, it merely stayed in midair, waiting to be sipped from again.

Hannah wrapped her free arms around Cindy’s neck, and pulled her in close. With her new large breasts brushing Cindy’s own, Hannah leaned in to kiss Cindy, but stopped just outside of her lips.

“And let me tell you,” Hannah started to whisper into Cindy’s lips. “When you are as powerful as I am, the only thing you really want anymore is pleasure. The only thing you want to spend you time doing is having amazing sex. Tonight, the only thing I want is you.”

Hannah slowly pulled back and broke her embrace. She then quickly snatched the floating wine glass from its levitation and looked up at Cindy’s hair that was held up with a few metal pins.

“Oh, and just so you know,” Hannah said. “You were wrong about your hair.” I like it down.”

She simply flicked her hand through the air at Cindy, and the pins that held Cindy’s hair up popped out and fell to the ground. Cindy felt her brown hair fall down around her shoulders, and she shook it out before Hannah.

As Hannah slowly started to walk around her friend, she sipped from her wine glass once more. Cindy couldn’t talk her eyes off of Hannah’s sexy body tucked under that sheer robe. Her perfect ass was in plain sight as her tiny white thong did little to cover her up.

“Were you … listening to me in the bathroom?” Cindy asked as she glanced back over her shoulder at her friend.

“Just your thoughts …” Hannah said as she too was checking out Cindy’s body. “I have been looking into your mind since I met you.” Cindy heard, but this time Hannah’s voice was different. It echoed softly. Cindy looked back at Hannah who was calmly still walking around her, smiling, and holding her glass of wine.

“What?” Cindy heard again. Hannah’s lips still didn’t move as Hannah merely had a puzzled look on her face. “Obviously reading your mind and speaking to you with mine is just one of my many favorite magical powers.” Cindy heard in her mind again. Hannah could read her thoughts as well as project her own thoughts directly into the minds of others; yet another amazing ability she seemed to possess. Cindy realized that it was with this magical power that Hannah knew about her break up; that’s how she got the fireplace started; that’s even how Hannah knew when to knock on the door. She also realized something else.

“You … you could do this before …” Cindy started to utter as she tried to step away from Hannah.

“… before we met?” Hannah said with her own lips as she slowly walked towards Cindy who was still slowly trying to back away. “Of course. I’ve been able to do all sorts of magical things for quite some time now. Why do you think I wasn’t around much in college? While you were out partying and studying and doing all sorts of school related activities, I was … well, out and about. But please, baby, just relax. Don’t think so much about why I can do these magical things. I just want to please you.”

Cindy turned away from Hannah and tried to stop looking at Hannah’s body. She tried to convince herself that this wasn’t real. She tried to rid herself of her desires as the evening had taken such a weird turn. But as Hannah stepped up behind Cindy, and suddenly started to caress Cindy shoulders with both hands, Cindy closed her eyes and moaned softly. It felt so warm and soothing that Cindy’s mind and body were having a hard time not simply just falling into Hannah’s touch. Cindy could feel Hannah beautiful body pressed against her back, and her worries slowly started to fade. As Hannah’s fingers dug into Cindy’s shoulders, the same wine glass that was once in Hannah’s hand floated around Cindy and stopped before her eyes.

“Care for a sip?” Hannah asked softly as she caressed her friend’s bare shoulders. Cindy slowly reached up towards the floating glass, and simply took it out of midair. As the wine touched her lips, Hannah’s hands dug in deeper into her shoulders. She calmly started to kiss Cindy softly on her neck as her hands roamed down from Cindy’s shoulders, around her arms, and slowly moved under her breasts.

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2:43 AM. Still three hours before the alarm.

A clap of thunder sounds and I awaken with a start. I realize that I am sweating, then I remember my unpleasant dream. Rain pelts down on the windows; the sound is hollow and grating, like the laughter of a demon. I am lost, alone with my dark thoughts. I am dying.

A touch. Your hand caresses my back: soft, gentle, reassuring. I smile, remembering that you are with me tonight. The storm forced the airline to cancel your flight, and you came back to be with me again. It was not an easy trip back home, but you came, looking like a drowned cat when you walked in the door. I cried with joy, and so did you.

“You should stay at the airport. It’s too far to come all the way back home in this storm,” I had told you on the phone. You said that you already had a hotel room. Liar.

“What the fuck?” I exclaimed, then started to cry. It is that time of the month and I cry at everything. You know that so you just kissed me and cried with me.

Now we are warm and dry and you are rubbing my back and I am loving you with all of my heart. Your hand reaches around to caress my breast and I allow it full access. Hell, I welcome it with open arms. I turn to face you. Because of your touch I am no longer lost, no longer alone.

Now we are kissing. Our special kisses. I am using my tongue in the way that always gets you crazy horny. You are playing with my nipples then the undersides of my breasts then around to my back and again and again and I am going crazy with love and desire. And we feast on each other like we will never stop in all our lives.

All of a sudden we do stop, like someone hit a cosmic pause button. It’s so dark that my eyes can barely make you out, but my soul sees you in Technicolor. Kızıltoprak Escort “Are you ok?” you ask.

“I am dying,” I reply.

“Every day brings us both nearer to death,” you respond, “how do you want to live?”

“In you.” I am crying again. I hate this time of the month. You take my hand and put it on your heart.

“You are in me,” you reassure me, “that’s why you married me, remember?” That does it. The spell is broken. You can always make me smile.

“Oh yeah,” I giggle, “I almost forgot that I had a wife.”

“You fucking better not,” you warn, “I’m only doing this once in my life.”

“I love you so much,” I tell you, unnecessarily, “You came all the way back here to be with this head case of a wife that you have.”

“And your point is?” you ask.

“You shouldn’t have. I would have been ok,” I am lying my ass off, and you know it. I do have to give it the old college try, though.

“Uh huh,” you reply, knowing that I am lying and that I know that you know.

Then we are kissing again, back to our special kiss. I can tell that you are starting to get jumpy, starting to want it badly. Now my mission is to make you insane with desire.

The neck. Little nibbles, gentle licks and, now, a soft tongue around your ears, and I feel your nipples go do diamond hardness in my fingers. I begin gently tugging them, urging them to lengthen further. You do the same to me. We are milking each other. I want to nurse you so I pull your head down to my breast and you suckle. Gently, eagerly, urgently.

Now it is my turn and we reverse roles, changing from mother to daughter, finally settling on friend, lover—wife.

By unspoken agreement we reach downward at the same Kızıltoprak Escort Bayan moment, finding each other wet, open and desperate for our union. I am quicker, though, moving my mouth from your nipple, licking and nibbling my way down your beautiful tummy, down, down, down toward the squirming hips.

I have arrived and you are opening for me. As we arrange ourselves I wonder how many times we have danced this ballet together. By now it is beyond counting or caring except that we move with the practiced ease of a couple who know who and what they have wanted all their lives.

And you are mine. Delicately I begin to lick, pretending that I have never done this, exploring you as though you are new to me. You allow me to amuse myself for a few moments, but then your hands grasp my head, guiding me, and I know that you have reached your limit. It is time, my love.

I use my hand to open you, gently pulling back your hood so I can access the crucial spot. It is as always: slow and gentle, just the way you like it. Soon you are beyond knowing or caring about anything except my tongue. Your hands fall away from my head as you yield and lose yourself completely. You begin to thrust your hips, and I know what to do.

My other hand moves to your opening, and I gently insert a finger. I listen. Your moans tell me that a second is required and I obey. Again I listen. Yes. This is perfect. I slowly work inside you, feeling upward and inward. Your g-spot beckons, swollen. I smile to myself at how easy it is to find yours—and how mine is nearly impossible to locate, except for your magical female GPS. Well, that is one difference between us.

Now I have you. You are trapped between my tongue and fingers Escort Kızıltoprak and there is only one exit. Your back is arching and your hips are lunging as you search for it. I hear you gasping and groaning, praying for it. Don’t worry, my love, I will guide you. Relax, darling. It…is…right…

HERE. And you are there. Gone from this world into your special place.

As you fall back, still gasping for air, I retrieve the pillows and rearrange the covers over you. I take you in my arms and you nuzzle into my breasts.

“Are you back?” I ask.

“Barely,” comes the muffled reply. I hold you and we breathe in each other’s scent. I close my eyes and feel your presence.

You stir, rousing us both. “I’ll be right back,” you say, heading for the bathroom. I doze off, waiting for your return.

Kisses. Am I dreaming? The touch of your hand on my clitoris sends an electric current pulsing through my body and I am wide awake. “I want to kiss you,” you tell me as your fingers begin their magic circles.

“You know you can do whatever the fuck you want with me. I’m yours, body and soul,” I sigh. And then I cannot speak or think or do anything except be loved by you.

There are our tongues and lips and there is the magic of your hand and there is…oh God. I feel like a balloon that is being blown up, getting larger and larger. Now I am floating off the bed, hovering in the air, bouncing around. And you keep pumping me up, making me bigger. I cannot hold all of you. I want to tell you that you must stop or I will burst, but no words come out.

I cannot stop this. Oh God, I don’t want to stop this. You are blowing me apart.

I am…

I was…

Through my ecstatic oblivion I marvel at how this only gets better and better for us. And how we will die together over and over forever and ever. Amen.

Now I am nuzzled into your breasts, and you are caring for me. You stroke my hair as you always do when you want to know if I’m awake. I nod and lift my head. The clock glows on the nightstand.

3:26 AM. A lifetime just passed.

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*****

Warning: violence. A little, maybe a lot.

The story would have been divided in many chapters, but I got lazy back then, and it has been too long, and I now I wanted to make changes to some things and there are continuation errors since I can’t edit works previously posted. Anyway I still felt like I had to give some sort of conclusion, so there you go.

I hope you like it, if you read it. And if you hated, let me know as well.

*****

My solitude was overwhelming here in the guts of the monster. Still a prisoner in the ship, I brought my arms and legs together and waited for anything to happen that would take me out of stupor. I missed my tail, swimming through the ocean. I missed my father, who was murdered…

Captain Shadow would come every night, trying to take information out of me, among other things. He was getting restless, the captain. I offered him my mouth, but I could see that he wanted more and he would get eventually. After all, it was his ship. The captain of the ship was also the king.

I couldn’t say I hated him for what he was doing to me. I was growing actually fond of the captain’s thick cock. My mouth already treated it as an old friend.

I was awfully bored, locked down there, without any sort of entertainment. So when Captain Shadow came that lonely night, and brought with him an eager pair of black eyes, I welcomed it. His dark hair was locked in a tail, his face marked by wind and sun, and his tall and majestic body that seemed to tower every one.

The man who came with him left and closed the door, and Shadow looked at me. It was dark, but I could see well in the dark, and so could he, I realized after many days spending with him.

“So,” said the Captain, “do you have something to tell me?”

“I have a deal,” I said.

Captain Shadow nodded.

“You are a very strange creature, to assume that you’re in a position to make a deal with me.”

“You didn’t kill me,” I said. “And you seem to enjoy spending your nights with me, Captain. I think I can assume you’re growing fond of me.”

Captain Shadow laughed.

“And what’s this deal you want?”

“I’ll tell you my story,” I said.

“And?”

I stared right at his dark eyes, daring.

“And you start to please me instead,” I said. “You go down on your knees. And you put me inside your mouth.”

Shadow’s smile died down. His breathing became slow as he stared at me, and I couldn’t tell if he was considering to accept my offer or to kill me instead.

“You dare ask that of me?” he said. But his voice quivered.

“I dare, Captain.” I opened my legs and used both my chained hands to take my hard manhood out. “You can start right now.”

Then I saw it, right there in his eyes… Desire. He wanted that. I was right.

“I should kill you,” he said.

“Why? Because I want to give you what you want?”

Captain Shadow looked at my hard cock for a long time, before turning his head away. He walked toward the door, gave one last look behind him and then left the quarters. I stared at him, and almost screamed for him to come back. I didn’t want to be alone again, but I shut my mouth. I couldn’t give up so fast. I had to have a little patience. And trust my instincts.

The ocean sang below the ship, and I slept dreamlessly.

On the next day, there was a restlessness on the main deck, I could hear little of it, but the men seemed troubled. Unfortunately, I didn’t know what it was and curiosity burned my mind until Shadow’s next visit that night.

He said, when we were alone and he stood before me.

“Your friends are upon us. My men saw one face in the water.”

I shivered. Then swallowed. But said nothing.

“I accept your deal,” he said.

I stared, and the disbelief must have showed in my face.

Shadow smiled.

“I must trust that you will keep your end of the bargain. I want something upfront.”

I nodded at him, and checked his tall lean body in front of me, and found myself desiring him more than anything. The thin fabric of my trousers did little to hide my erection.

“You are correct. I am running, from the ones who killed my father… The king of Atlantis.”

Shadow’s eyes gleamed even in the dark. He didn’t show any more emotion than that. I expected surprise, shock, but he just nodded and knelt in front of me. I awkwardly sat up and opened my legs, still not quite believing that he was agreeing to that. But once he touched my hardness, it was hard to be faithless. His want showed in his face, as he looked at me. His face lowered towards my crotch, and Captain Shadow buried his nose on my parts and rubbed his cheeks on my erection.

He inhaled the scent of my intimate parts and seemed to savor it. He pulled down my trousers and when my white hardness showed, the rosy top pointing at him, he licked me. His tongue felt warm, and a jolt of pleasure ran through me.

For a time, Captain Shadow let go and did everything in his power to please me and my member. It was beautiful to watch, and delicious Side Escort to be given that gift. No wonder he came every night to receive it from me. But he seemed to be enjoying it way more to be using his mouth.

In the silence of the dark cabin, all that could be heard was the wet sound of his saliva, the gurgling of his mouth, it was a soft sound, intimate and personal. A sound only shared by the two of us.

Neither of us broke that sound as he lowered and raised his head over and over.

He drained me. Completely. I looked at his wet lips as he raised his head, his magical eyes full of wonder and satisfaction. I smiled at him.

“You did great. Your lips are so sweet, so tender… Give me a kiss, Captain.”

I thought he was going to refuse, but he came over slowly and our lips touched.

Then, as if a spell broke, he got away from me quickly, and then left me alone in the darkness.

Only after a while I realized that Captain Shadow didn’t touch his own erection once, and I wondered if he would think of me that night. I thought that he would. I could see in his eyes. He would be back.

I woke up to the noise of the door of my prison opening. Captain Shadow walked in, holding the keys.

“Already back for more, Captain?” I said, and Shadow quickly looked to the man behind him, which retreated quickly.

Shadow turned to me.

“Not in front of my men.”

“So? Are you back for more?”

He still didn’t bite.

“I’ve come to let you go. I hardly think that the sea is the safest place for you right now. And since we struck a deal that… we both seem to enjoy, I see no reason to let you stay here.”

I sat still and stared blankly at him.

“Really?”

“Really.”

He proceeded to unlocked my chains, then helped me up with his hand.

We stared at each other for a moment, and his eyes retreated first.

“How can I thank you, Captain? Wherever you want… I just want to be inside of you again.”

Shadow shook his head.

“I think that we should go to my private quarters.”

“That will be good,” I said.

Captain Shadow quarters was tidy. Oilskins hung in hooks, and the smell of rum permeated the air. Once the door had been close, he started to take off his clothes. First the shirt, white and stained with dirt. He saw me watching.

“Lose your trousers,” I said.

The captain nodded.

“So you want to know what I have to tell you before or after?” I asked.

“Later,” he said. He took off the rest of his clothes quickly. When he was completely naked, he came over me and knelt. I caressed his cheeks.

“That’s right. This is better, isn’t it? You seem way happier this way.”

“I guess I am,” he said.

“You show yourself so tough, but you just want to let go.”

“I am tough,” he said, with a hint of a smile.

“How you must long for one of your crew members, those sweaty men working so close to you.”

Captain Shadow relieved my cock from its covers and touched my balls.

“What are you waiting for?”

He obeyed.

“That’s right. Be my little concubine, Captain.”

The warmth around me felt surreal, and I grabbed his hair.

“Do whatever I tell you to,” I told him, rubbing his cheek, as he sucked.

Shadow sucked me until his lips were swollen. Then I pushed him away, afraid that I would end too quickly.

“Go to the bed, Captain. On your fours. And show me yourself, convince me to go conquer you.”

Shadow looked up at me.

“You’re amazing,” he said.

“Just do it.”

He nodded, and went on fours like a dog to his own bed, where he turned his ass to me and opened his legs wide.

I smiled at him.

So I went to where he waited, and fucked him raw.

As my member entered his tight hole, and we both were sweating from the pleasure, I told him what he wanted to hear.

“I ran away from my home, and the one who almost killed me before, wants to kill me now. And I am powerless to stop her. She defeated the man who could do unimaginable things… I am his son. But I do not have his powers.”

I did not know if he heard me. Captain Shadow had his face buried on one of his pillows, the receiving end making him feel something that could be either a lot of pain, or a lot of pleasure. Maybe both. I kept going, knowing that it was exactly what the captain wanted.

I did his tight hole until it was filled with my seed. And Captain Shadow thanked me.

We lay sprawled on Shadow’s own bed. The captain running his fingers through my blond curls.

“I don’t know why you ran,” he said. “You have a power in you. Something that would make all your enemies run away, if you just let it build and burst.”

I cringed. The transformation… did he know? How? Maybe not. Shadow was only digging for something more.

“Didn’t I already build and burst inside of you, captain?”

“It’s another power, that which I speak of.” He moved on top of me, his long legs covering me and his naked ass on top of my cock. “But this power here is also something Side Escort Bayan good.”

“You want me inside of you again?”

“Yes,” Shadow said.

“You want to go on about giving orders to your men with my seed still inside of you?”

“Yes, I want that,” Captain Shadow said, already dancing on my cock.

“It’s good that I helped you find yourself, Captain.”

Shadow nodded, and grabbed my manhood, pointing it to his hole. He then fucked himself slowly, mounting on top of me. I could only stare in wonder at the man.

“You’re mine now, Captain Shadow,” I said. Shadow only bit his lip. “I can see, you won’t be able to forget how it feels to be mine. You’re mine to do as I please.”

“I can’t let my men find out. They’ll lose respect for me.”

“Would you rather have their respect, or my cock inside of you?”

Captain Shadow didn’t answer, but kept riding me.

With the new information I had provided, Shadow came out on deck to his men on the next day and told them:

“WE MIGHT HAVE SOME VISITORS FROM THE WATERS. I WANT YOU ALL TO COME TO ME RIGHT AWAY, IF YOU SEE ANY FACE IN THE DEPTHS. UNDERSTOOD?”

The men nodded to his captain.

My being free of chains and walking in the ship made some men nervous. But I was quick to make friends with Jimmy. He was the young man who had spoke when I was captured, expecting me to be female. He seemed content with the fact that Captain Shadow had trusted me.

Shadow avoided me for a time. The brute Captain seemed to be at odds with the fact that he had succumbed to more submissive desires. But I saw the looks he gave me and knew that the temptation wouldn’t be held for long.

I was helping Jimmy with the knots over at the main deck, when Captain Shadow himself called me over to his quarters. Everyone watched as I walked slowly towards the big man with the sun burnt skin, brown hair waving in the wind, and dark eyes that gleamed.

Once in his quarters, I watched as he closed the door. And almost at once, he took off his coat and shirt. He was well muscled everywhere. His skin called to me. I wanted to bite, scratch, caress, all at once. But I controlled myself.

Shadow watched me as I removed all my clothes. Then I walked back slowly towards his bed, never taking my eyes off him.

I sat down with my legs open, and my cock reached up to the belly button. I saw Captain Shadow’s eyes travel through my length, and there it was fixed, as he removed his breeches. I could see the hunger he felt.

“So far you’ve told me that you’re running away from the others of your species that want to kill you, but I’ve come to that conclusion before.”

“And yet you’re ready to go down on your knees and please me.”

Captain Shadow didn’t refute.

“This time I want real information.”

“I’m starting to think that my cock is all you need, Captain. Come here and put it in your mouth.”

The Captain, fully naked, walked slowly and knelt in front of me. I touched his hair, pushing it back of his ear. The Captain licked his lips and started to come closer. But I stopped him.

“Have you missed it?” I asked. My cock hung right there, almost touching his lips. The Captain nodded to me. “How much?”

“A lot.”

Then I allowed him to suck me. The Captain ran his tongue through me and licked the shaft. Then slowly let his mouth be entered, until only my balls were left.

“Captain Cocksucker should be your title,” I said, as I thrust and abused his throat.

Captain Shadow made as if he was going to take my cock out of his mouth.

“Don’t stop,” I said, pushing him back down. “I’ll tell you when to stop. You’ll do as I please, understand?”

He nodded, mouth full.

“My name is Ati, son of Harit. I’m a prince. My father was murdered by a woman to whom he was intending to marry. Before the marriage, he put a son in her belly. She then proceeded to organize an army and take control of our city.”

Memories rushed in, and I tried to make them go away, by holding the Captain’s head and pushing it down, fast and unkindly, fucking his mouth as if it was a simple female organ. He gulped and choked, but otherwise made no complaints.

“Good, Captain. I’m so proud.”

I knew he wanted more, but he was too busy to ask.

“The woman’s name is Veil. The one who killed father, how I don’t know, but she must have caught him off guard. They say she fought him, but I don’t believe. He had the transformation.”

Captain Shadow raised his head. My cock got out of his mouth with a pop.

“Transformation?” he asked.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” I said, and slapped him. There was a moment of anger in his eyes, but he nodded to me, and his mouth searched for my cock again.

At that moment, the cabin door was thrust open, and Jimmy got in. He gaped at his Captain, on his knees and servicing the prisoner. Then he turned around and made to leave, but Shadow was on his feet and called for him.

“I’m so sorry, Cap’tan. You told me to watch the faces in the water, and to warn ya’.” Jimmy’s cheeks Escort Side were flushed, and he looked terrified.

“Gods damn you, Jimmy,” Shadow said. He took the boy by his collar and threw him against a wall. “You weren’t supposed to see that, boy.”

“I ain’t seen nothing, cap.” Jimmy swallowed, his voice loud and nervous.

“Captain Shadow,” I said. Shadow looked at me, his brown hair falling in front of his feral eyes. His mouth was still wet, his face flushed from putting my cock deep down his throat.

“What?”

“Look at him. He’s aroused. I’m sure Jimmy won’t tell anyone if you make use of him. You don’t want to lose this opportunity.”

Captain Shadow looked down between Jimmy’s legs and saw the boy’s erection.

“Is that right, Jimmy?” he said. “You wanna get a taste of your captain?”

Jimmy looked confused, for he still was being held in a very threatening way.

“I ain’t wanna disrespect you, cap.”

The blond youth relaxed when Shadow let him go. I stood up and took Captain Shadow by his arm and told him to bend down on the table. I proceeded to open up his ass so Jimmy could see his Captain’s tight hole.

“Look, Jimmy,” I said. “Come closer.”

Captain Shadow cock seemed to be about to burst, but the man kept his silence, as he was held and explored by me and now Jimmy, who came over and looked closely into his captain’s body.

“Aye, Cap. You have a pretty bum,” he said.

“He wants you to touch, Jimmy,” I said.

“Is that so, Cap?”

Shadow grunted.

“Speak,” I said.

“Yes, Jimmy.”

“Damn me to the hellfire, Captain. I never knew you were this type of man, who enjoys getting up their ass,” Jimmy said. “But then, with an ass as big as this, I should’ve known.”

Jimmy planted a kiss on one of the buttocks, and held his face close to the captain’s skin. Then he bit a chunk of fat and made the Captain moan a little.

“See, he enjoys it,” I said.

“Aye, that he does.”

“And he loves to suck cock too, don’t you, Captain? Tell Jimmy.”

“That’s right, Jimmy. I love it.”

“You can have mine whenever you want, Cap.”

“Thank you,” Shadow said, before I could tell him to.

Jimmy lowered his breeches and touched the captain’s blinking hole with the tip of his cock. And I took Shadow’s hair and guided my own member into his lips. Jimmy pounded his captain with no thought to regret or fear, he enjoyed his little turn. Then we exchanged places and he got to feel Captain Shadow sweet lips. The captain was ever so grateful to have two men at his disposal.

“You like to be held down like a whore, Captain?” Jimmy asked, holding Shadow’s head by a firm grip on his hair. Shadow nodded, but Jimmy took out his cock, “Say it,” he told his captain.

“Yes. I like it.” Shadow opened his mouth, and Jimmy happily obliged it.

“That’s good to know, Cap. I’m gonna enjoy our nexts private conversations now,” he said. “Take that prick, cap. Down your throat, you son of a bitch.”

I watched fascinated, as Jimmy enjoyed what he could of his captain.

After we were done, Captain Shadow was pulling up his breeches. He stared at Jimmy, before the youth left…

“Not a word of this, Jimmy.”

“Of course, Cap.”

Shadow looked at me.

“I don’t know if that was wise.”

“And yet, you creamed your floor all the same.”

Captain Shadow didn’t say anything. I went close to him and kissed his mouth before leaving him alone to his devices.

After the eventful day with Jimmy, Shadow came on his deck one morning to supervise his men, all the while, glancing at his obviously favorite members. I was one of them now… Or so it seemed. Sightings of merpeople were being warned everywhere. They had found me. They were coming.

But Shadow wasn’t afraid.

At day light, I was a simple member of the crew, and obeyed my captain’s orders. At night, over at his quarters, I took the role of the one in command, and Captain Shadow was gladly obedient, and he bent to my will… quite literally.

I didn’t know what the men thought about his captain sleeping with me. Shadow was very insistent to say that they couldn’t know about their roles in sex, but Jimmy wasn’t a problem, and in fact had enjoyed a bit of his captain as well.

But the fact was that I had started to sleep with him, in his bed, and Shadow, even if he tried very hard to appear ruthless and a brute, in bed, was a gentle soul.

However, one morning, poundings on the door to the Captain’s quarters woke us both. He dressed up quickly, and left first, and I followed when no one was around. On the main deck, with the sun burning lightly, we saw, dozens and dozens of my people on the dark blue sea. There were males and females. I could sense the whole crew shivering with fear and excitement.

I recognized one face.

Tarlan. He was one of the key traitors to me and my father, the second in command, his wet dark hair falling over his pale face as he smiled at me. His power was seconded only by Veil herself.

They started to sing. Their voices were like silk, conquering, dominating one’s soul gently. They sang in unison.

The men on the ship didn’t wavered. They only stared, with a certain admiration, but nothing more. The merpeople halted in their singing, one looking at the other as if they didn’t understand.

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Author’s Note: I had a hard time deciding if I wanted to post this story. After all, it’s one of my first attempts and is not very good at all. For some reason, maybe a caffeine high, maybe the fact that it’s very late at night, I’ve decided to submit it. Please forgive me.

–Chicklet

I woke up late in the morning, the digital clock warning me that it was far past breakfast. Drowsy, I stretched my limbs, opening my body like a flower and yawning as I did. Next to me, my boyfriend groaned, throwing his arm over my hard chest and pulling me close to him.

“Not time to wake up yet,” he mumbled into my ear, nipping it softly.

“Justin,” I murmured, turning around. My cock rubbed against his leg, sending a shiver through my body. The tiny hairs on his upper thigh tickled the flesh between my legs and I felt a slight stirring in my crotch, a warm feeling spreading through the core of my cock as it swelled gently.

“What’s this?” Justin teased, nudging his crotch closer to mine. I felt to soft skin of his cock, already hard from pleasant dreams rub against mine as it swelled a bit more, the limpness leaving it as it grew big.

“Breakfast Gençlik Escort in bed,” I teased, moving my hand under the covers and gripping his cock with my fingers and palm. The silky skin felt hot against my hand, and slowly I began to stroke it, pulling his foreskin up over the round head and holding it there, the way he liked.

“You know just what I like,” he groaned into my ear, pushing his body closer to mine. His warm skin felt so good I didn’t want to let go, but a throbbing in the rest of my body urged me to move upwards.

Thinking fast I shifted in the bed, keeping my hand tight around Justin’s staff and positioning my legs on either side of his body. I was facing his feet, my cock pointed straight to his mouth. Laughing, he sucked it in, and I gasped as I felt the hot insides of his mouth working on my body.

“Oh, god,” I murmured. Justin’s tongue wound around my cock, his lips tightening around the base and pulling my whole length inside his throat. Eagerly sucking he pulled back and pushed further up, his mouth a hot little hole, fucking my whole length.

I lowered my Gençlik Escort Bayan face to his member, inhaling the sweet scent of his body. His curly hairs tickled my nose, and as I groaned with pleasure I rubbed my cheeks against his cock. The skin felt good against my face, and I placed wet kisses all over the head.

My hand moved down between Justin’s legs, and he spread them eagerly for me. My fingers traced their way down his cock, feeling the softness of his scrotum, and began to stroke his balls softly. Happy with my new efforts, Justin began to suck harder, and between the pleasures I was almost afraid that he would pull the whole thing off.

“Ouch!” I said, stopping my work.

“Oh, god, keep going,” Justin mumbled from around my cock. I smiled to myself and bent back down, licking his cock with my tongue like a cat laps milk. Eagerly, anticipating my treat.

My tongue was working so intently on Justin’s staff I hardly noticed that he had stopped sucking on me. Smiling to myself I continued my work. He was enjoying himself too much to do it for me, and since giving is half the pleasure Escort Gençlik I was content to keep on going.

“Fuck me,” Justin groaned. “Fuck me, please?”

I took my mouth off his hot staff and twisted around, kneeling between his legs. Taking his thighs in my hands I spread them generously, looking down at the small brown hole I was about to invade. My cock still slick from his mouth, I pushed gently into the tight opening.

“Oh god,” Justin cried, his body tensing as I broke through the muscle. It was a wonderful dry, tight feeling as I sat inside my boyfriend, enjoying his squirming body around my rock hard cock.

“You’re a nice piece of ass,” I laughed, pumping into him hard.

After as much foreplay as we had had, it didn’t take much before I lost track of myself. My thrusts melded together in my mind, and time stopped. My whole body stiffened and I felt my balls constrict, my cock tightening and my hot liquid shooting for release.

At the last moment I pulled out of my boyfriend, rubbing my cock against his. He knew what was coming and was not surprised when my load hit his belly, but instead reached down and began to play with his own.

Spent, I collapsed on the bed next to him, my sticky hands moving down to his own, helping him pull his member until he too had finished.

“I love you, Justin,” I whispered into his ear. “You’re the greatest.”

“Thank you,” he said, and we fell back asleep.

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A lesbian romance set in a seaside town. This is a continuation of Exquisite Perspective Ch.01 and won’t make much sense if you haven’t read the preceding chapter.

A gracious thank you to WaxPhilosophic for fantastic suggestions and advice. You are awesome!

******

Amelia sat back down in her chair after hugging Morgan, taking a bite of her chicken and smiling somewhat demurely at her. She was giddy from the afterglow of their impromptu door lust and still reeling from the news Morgan brought. She couldn’t believe she was sitting across from the realtor sharing lunch with her. Since the last moment they saw one another, the only thing she wanted was to be in Morgan’s embrace again.

During their first weekend together, she had grown fond of Morgan, but it didn’t hit her how much they had in common until she was working on her manuscript. They discussed her writing most conversations, but found themselves increasingly deviating from that topic, delving into their interests. From their favorite movies to their coincidental love for the ocean, their shared interests were varied and numerous. “How long are you staying?” she asked.

“Probably just tonight. I called to check if the hotel Allison and I stayed in had any vacancies, and they do if you -,” Morgan began, her eyebrows raised in question, but Amelia cut her off.

“Don’t be silly. You are more than welcome to spend the night with me and I would be offended if you didn’t. I’d have you longer if you could stay,” Amelia admitted with a blush.

Morgan smiled at her, reaching across to take her free hand. “I really wish I could, and to be honest, I’d stay all week if that were the case. But, I’ve got a client selling their house and we’re going to be looking at the offers tomorrow afternoon before he makes a decision. So my stay has to be short.”

Amelia was disappointed for it to be such a rushed visit, but she wasn’t going to allow her feelings to muddle their time together. There was a brief pause before she spoke. “It’s Tuesday,” Amelia stated with a grin, her fingertips caressing Morgan’s knuckles.

Morgan quirked a dark eyebrow, chewing her pasta thoughtfully. “Yes, it is,” she agreed, unsure where this was going.

Amelia sipped her water and wiped her face on a napkin with her free hand. “The Mummers will be on the boardwalk tonight.”

“The who?”

Amelia’s grin widened. “The Mummers!”

Morgan chuckled. “The same people who dress up in feathers and crap and strut down the streets of Philly on New Year’s Day? They do that more than just once a year?”

Amelia nodded. “Yes, every Tuesday in July and we’re going. Their outfits aren’t as crazy as they are on New Year’s but it’s still great music,” she squeezed Morgan’s hand before letting go to clear off the table. Morgan followed her with the rest of the take-out trash, easing her way into the small space.

Amelia watched Morgan throw the items she carried into the garbage can before she turned and captured Amelia’s arms. She pulled Amelia close, kissing her on the lips. “I don’t care what we do, as long as I go to bed with you tonight.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now, I’m going to get the heck out of these clothes and find something appropriate for public and then we’ll go,” Amelia concluded.

Morgan’s eyes trailed up and down her body and Amelia couldn’t help the blush that rose to her cheeks. “I think you look fantastic in what you have on,” Morgan’s hands ran up and down Amelia’s arms, biting her own lip as she stared at Amelia ardently.

They gazed at each other for a few silent moments until Amelia swallowed her desire. As much as she wanted to stay in and surrender to her libido, it was Amelia’s turn to feed the stray cats under the boardwalk. “We’re going to miss the music,” she muttered before pulling away to make herself more presentable.

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The music echoed through the streets as they walked toward the boardwalk, cheers blending with the Mardi Gras styled tunes the band played. The descending sun was obscured by fog and a thick humidity hung in the air, coating the railing on the staircase with a layer of dew.

Morgan shot Amelia a dubious look and Amelia smiled before taking her hand. Despite Morgan’s protests that she looked good in glasses, Amelia had replaced them with her contacts. She also changed into a blue strapless sundress that hugged her hips and Morgan could barely keep her eyes off her lover. She narrowly avoided missing the first step as they began up the staircase and Amelia giggled at her near miss.

As they scaled the twelve steps up to the boardwalk, their view met a sea of brightly dressed dancers through the crowd of people. Groups were clapping and children were dancing on the outskirts of the space made for the Mummers. Amelia tugged Morgan’s hand, pulling her toward the edge so they could see the glamorous musicians.

Five people were strumming tiny ukuleles dressed in purple and orange feathered jackets. Another couple were Kızıltoprak Escort wearing clown costumes and playing accordions. A few of the Mummers were waving elaborately decorated umbrellas while blowing on kazoos. Morgan laughed aloud when Amelia grinned up at her, grey eyes mesmerizing in the setting sun. Morgan wrapped an arm around her so they were hip to hip, breathing in her flowery scent. It was boisterous and loud, the joyful atmosphere seeping into everyone gathered around.

A little while later, Amelia and Morgan headed to the flower shop, Amelia telling her to stay in the front while she went into the back room. Guiltily, Morgan couldn’t stop herself from watching Amelia sashay her hips through the threshold of the door to the back. She came out with a small tote bag and beckoned Morgan to follow her.

“Where are you taking me?” Morgan asked suspiciously as Amelia led her down the stairs toward the beach side of the boardwalk. With the beach long deserted and the sky a pinkish purple hue, Morgan had to take pause to soak in the ambience. The music from the Mummers thrummed upon the boardwalk and the sound mixed with the crashing of the waves on the shore, a shrill cry of a seagull only adding to the symphony. The balanced harmony was hypnotic and mellifluous to Morgan’s senses.

She glanced down at her lover, the rising moon casting a haunting violet glow to Amelia’s grey eyes that sent a shiver through Morgan. She’s so beautiful.

Morgan sighed as Amelia’s hand ran up her back in a tender caress before both of them gazed out at the ocean. The dune grass rippled atop the sand covered hills on either side of them, the soft scents of fried food mingling with the sea. She turned to her lover. “It’s beautiful,” Morgan observed. With a nod, Amelia let her hand drop and she headed to the staircase they’d walked down. “Where are you going?”

The skirt of Amelia’s dress fluttered in the light breeze coming from the ocean and Morgan bit back her longing. “Just follow me. I have to do something before I forget,” Amelia said as she disappeared behind the wooden staircase, hidden in the shadows beneath the boardwalk. The song above died down, The Mummers evidently taking a break from their performance.

Morgan’s eyes adjusted to the darkness and she could make out Amelia’s figure kneeling beside a shadow with reflective eyes. Amelia’s head turned to Morgan and she put a finger to her lips before dumping something from the small tote into a bowl in the sand beside what Morgan realized was a cat. A quick survey of the area deemed it wasn’t the only cat there. Morgan counted at least five cats in varying colors and a handful of cat cubbies scattered about.

“Cats?” she whispered.

Amelia laughed as she stood, two of the five cats running. “Yes. That’s Mac,” she pointed to a black cat sporting a white spot on his face, “and that over there is Lindsay,” an orange cat the size of a small dog cleaning itself, “and Gollum,” she pointed to a tabby watching Morgan precariously from the cover of a piece of wood. “We, the other shop owners and I, feed them. They’ve all been spayed and neutered, but a lot of us can’t take on any pets in where we live. So, they live here.”

Morgan beamed at her as she stepped closer to Amelia, careful not to disrupt the cat with its head in the food bowl by her feet. “You’re adorable,” she said before kissing her.

Amelia took Morgan’s hand and tugged her away from the mini cat sanctuary, climbing over a small hill of sand to a deserted portion of the undercarriage of the boardwalk.

The sun had set, darkness draping the space. Footfalls above them coalesced with laughter and the whirling of machinery from the amusement park. “Don’t you find it a little creepy down here?” Morgan mused.

Amelia laughed and began humming Under the Boardwalk by The Drifters. Morgan laughed when she recognized the tune. “Are you serious? You know that song is about having sex under the boardwalk, right?”

Amelia bobbed her head without silencing her humming. “Is it really?” she tilted her head ruefully at Morgan. “Huh. I guess I never thought about the lyrics. I think the last time I heard it was when I was walking up to the venue when I went to my high school prom,” she chuckled, stepping up to one of the many pillars holding the boardwalk in place and leaning her back against it.

“That’s an interesting choice for a bunch of horny teens in skimpy dresses,” Morgan noted as she moved closer to her.

“Oh, I agree now that I think about it. But, I didn’t take much notice back then. I do remember it was down at the convention center in Wildwood and the tickets were ridiculous.”

“Who was lucky enough to be your date?”

“I actually went stag with my best friend, Liz. However, the entire night I watched my crush waltz around the dance floor with her girlfriend. God, I was so smitten with her and had been all four years of high school. I never got the courage to talk to her until we Kızıltoprak Escort Bayan graduated,” Amelia admitted with a smirk.

Morgan raised her eyebrows, surprised by her sudden jealousy. “Oh, yeah? Did anything ever come of that?”

“Yeah. We dated on and off for a few months, but I realized the attraction was mostly physical. She and I had next to nothing in common.”

“Do we have anything in common?” Morgan asked, curiosity prompting her question.

Amelia smirked again, edging closer to Morgan and wrapping her arms around her neck. “We have loads in common,” she claimed.

“Yeah? Like what?” Morgan pressed, her face hovering inches from Amelia’s. A robust yearning to delve between Amelia’s legs and to taste her almost took over Morgan’s reason. She wanted to kiss her, to slip the cute little dress down her body, to caress her pale silky skin until her face relaxed in bliss. Instead, she ran her nails over the naked expanse of Amelia’s upper arms, their bodies nearly touching.

“We both like to read.”

“Mhm,” Morgan granted herself a chaste kiss on Amelia’s lips before allowing her to continue.

“We both like fudge,” Amelia added with a tilt of her head, causing her hair to fall slightly into her face.

“Who doesn’t like chocolate?” Morgan’s hand came up to Amelia’s cheek and she pushed back an errant strand of hair, letting her fingers tickle the nape of Amelia’s neck. The action elicited a shudder from Amelia, her eyes closing briefly before opening again and continuing her list.

“We both like pasta,” Amelia countered, and Morgan kissed her again, letting her lips linger a moment longer that time.

She truly wanted Amelia to explain what they had in common, however, her desire to consume the other woman was quickly overpowering her active listening skills. Heat radiated from Amelia’s body and Morgan arched her back to capture the warmth of her. She chuckled. “Again, who doesn’t like empty carbs? That’s on the same level as chocolate! What else?”

“We both love the ocean and cult classics.”

“That’s true,” Morgan admitted, remembering their recent phone discussion regarding the movie Donnie Darko. Morgan had been surprised the writer had even seen it let alone have strong opinions about the confusing plot. She kissed her again, her tongue sweeping Amelia’s lower lip as her fingers ran through her hair.

Amelia appeared to remain undeterred, although her voice was strained. “We both enjoy classical music,” she murmured when Morgan’s kiss relented.

“True,” Morgan answered, her free hand trailing over the curve of Amelia’s hip, her lover nearly squirming when she reached her breasts. “Do continue,” she could feel the distinct hardening of Amelia’s nipple even through her bra.

“We both find each other unbelievably attractive,” Amelia managed as Morgan’s thumb and forefinger softly pinched her nipple through the barriers.

“‘Unbelievably?’ Is that so?” Morgan inquired teasingly, the hand in her hair finding Amelia’s earlobe, fingers tenderly tracing the outline. She was right to assume it was an erogenous spot for her, Amelia taking a sharp breath and pulling Morgan closer yet from the combination of stimuli.

“Oh, yeah. I find you gorgeous,” Amelia whispered with candor, her eyes closed, and lips parted. Her arms were still snug around Morgan’s neck, simply basking in the attention from her.

Morgan’s hand moved to Amelia’s neglected breast, the nipple already stiff and she brought her head close to Amelia’s ear. “I don’t think you have a clue how beautiful you are,” Morgan’s breath was hot over the sensitive skin of Amelia’s neck with each syllable. Amelia’s erratic respirations were leading Morgan to believe she was gaining the desired effect on her. She pressed her lips against the taut muscles of Amelia’s neck and Morgan felt Amelia’s arms drop to surround her waist. Her tongue darted, drawing a circle with tantalizing precision over the area.

“You’re really intuitive, for a shoobie,” Amelia hissed. Morgan dropped her right hand to Amelia’s waist while the other secured a grip in her hair, gently tilting Amelia’s head to the side as her tongue continued its mission. Morgan felt a sense of accomplishment as Amelia cooed softly, her body beginning to writhe against her own. A nip of Morgan’s teeth caused a throaty moan to escape Amelia.

A loud pair of footsteps trudged above their heads, causing Amelia to pull back and stare at Morgan. Her blue eyes were shimmering in the low light, pupils wide and Morgan could feel Amelia’s rapidly beating heart against her breasts.

Amelia blinked, pursing her lips before she spoke in a husky tone, and Morgan’s desire unfurled. “We…we both kiss really well,” she stammered.

The fingers in Amelia’s hair urged her forward, Morgan determined to prove Amelia’s words true. Her tongue skirted Amelia’s lips before they parted and met its consort. Her hips pressed into Amelia, her unoccupied hand Escort Kızıltoprak gathering the fabric of Amelia’s dress to allow her fingertips access to the bare skin of her thighs.

Their lips met, Morgan tangling her tongue with Amelia’s. Amelia’s soft moaning quickly transformed into desperate whimpering from Morgan’s caress of her legs and the previous provocation. Morgan pulled back from the kiss, her hand dropping from Amelia’s neck.

She grinned mischievously at her lover before kneeling in the cool sand. “What are you doing?” Amelia whispered as Morgan lifted her dress and draped it over her head, kissing Amelia’s thighs. “Morgan, what if…oh,” Amelia’s words were stifled by Morgan’s expert hands grazing the skin of her belly, “What if someone comes down here?”

It was dark, but Morgan’s hands found Amelia’s panties and she shimmied them down to her ankles. She sprinkled wet kisses up Amelia’s thighs as her fingers parted the glistening flesh.

Amelia let out a low moan when Morgan’s kisses moved upward to the newly exposed area and Morgan presumed Amelia either forgot about where they were or didn’t care anymore. She nuzzled the dampened lips, her tongue swiping the entire expanse of Amelia’s need. The festive music above heightened again, the Mummers back from their short intermission, and the song filled the space through the boards.

Morgan felt Amelia’s hands grasp her shoulders as she delved deeper with her tongue, gently sampling her sweetness. She couldn’t satisfy her hunger, Amelia’s taste far too delicate and intoxicating to quench her longing. She moved to Amelia’s clit, circling the tender flesh before she gave it a nibble. Amelia’s hands tightened on her shoulders, her thumbnails nearly piercing Morgan’s skin.

Slipping two fingers inside the origin of Amelia’s nectar earned Morgan a hoarse groan from above. Morgan wanted to steal a glance at Amelia’s face but couldn’t see anything through the fabric of the dress over her head. Her tongue circled countless times causing her lover to whimper and her breathing to become sporadic.

She relished in the feel of Amelia’s burning desire, swollen and wet with her yearning. Muscles hugged Morgan’s digits and she curled them as she thrusted into Amelia. Capturing the bundle of nerves in her mouth again, Morgan heard Amelia draw a breath before she let out a sharp cry, her thumbs no doubt leaving marks in Morgan’s shoulders that time. “Oh God, Morgan!”

Luckily, Amelia’s cry was drowned in the cacophonous eruption of applause as the Mummers music came to a crescendo. She hadn’t anticipated such a swift release from her, but she greedily lapped at the results of her efforts. “Get up here,” Amelia breathed, rubbing where her hands had sat. Morgan slipped Amelia’s panties back up before obeying the request.

She rose, her lips curled in a cocky smirk and Amelia wrapped her arms around her. “No fair. At this rate, I’m never going to be able to reciprocate, you turd,” she murmured and Morgan laughed at the honesty in her tone.

“Did you really just call me a turd? You’re so cute,” she kissed Amelia, the other woman moaning when her tongue dipped into her mouth. Morgan found it endearing that her lover didn’t use curse words. She hadn’t heard her say any in the time they’d been together.

Were they together? This thought crossed Morgan’s mind as she wrapped her arms around the beautiful brunette and held her close, their lips meshing together in a heated exchange of lust. Their quick make up that afternoon hadn’t resulted in an explicit conversation about their relationship and what status it took on. Morgan knew she wanted to be with Amelia, exclusively, but the thought of such a discussion was a little nerve wracking.

It occurred to her that she hadn’t asked Amelia her thoughts on monogamy nor had she asked how she felt about being in a committed relationship. Monogamy had only recently become the norm for Morgan, as she’d finally matured enough to appreciate the depth of commitment.

Though, it still scared the shit out of her.

Prior to her dropping the news about the flower shop’s building, they had discussed continuing their liaison but with a slower approach. That steered her opinion away from believing Amelia would want something strictly causal. However, she couldn’t stifle the slight consternation at the thought of the possibility.

Morgan hadn’t been the most caring lover in the past and she worried karma would claim her when she found someone she liked a great deal. She wondered if it would be a good time to bring such a conversation up but decided against it. The talk could wait while she reveled in the affection of the woman in her arms.

Much later that evening, Morgan watched the steady rise and fall of Amelia’s chest, fatigued from their love making but her mind too awake to rest. The subject of the nature of their relationship hadn’t come up organically and Morgan had yet to gather the courage to bring it up herself. They shared a lovely dinner at Manco & Manco pizza as they walked down the boardwalk after the music died down. Amelia had been so happy, her eyes bright and cheeks flushed when she smiled at Morgan, which she did most of the night. They’d gone back to her condo and Morgan spent a great deal of time pleasing her until she allowed Amelia her own chance.

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Where we left off: Clara’s nasty family has gone on holiday, leaving her to fend for herself. In this chapter, they cum home and get into a “welcum home gangbang”…

Clara showers, douches, and gives herself a pair of enemas. In her bedroom, she places several jars of Vaseline and flavored jells on top of her nightstand, and turns-down the covers on her bed. Retrieving a collection of strap-ons from her closet, she drops a pile of them on the bottom rung of the stairs leading to the second floor, and a second pile at the foot of the bed. That done, she dresses in a lace and satin black garterbelt, black nylons, and heels. She slips-on a pair of black spike heels, and is wrestling her heavy knockers into a matching bra when the doorbell rings. The bell chimes half a dozen times more before she can fasten her bra, slip on a sheer kimono, and make it downstairs.

A young woman of about twenty-five is standing on the door-step. She has short black hair, an insolent look on her somewhat pretty face, and is dressed all in leather. “You Clara? ” she asks, eyeing the busty mother’s eye-popping figure, clearly visible through the thin robe.

“I might be; who are you?”

“Your daughter sent me. Told me ta loosen ya up before she arrives home. Paid me a hundred pounds” “I see,” Clara responds, her eyes going immediately to the stranger’s Meydankavağı Escort crotch.

Noting the look, the leather clad visitor grabs her crotch, so that the big bulge underneath is visible.

“C’mon, I ain’t got all day. I got a few more horny bitches ta service,” the gum-snapping brunette growls.

Clara allows her in, then shuts and bolts the door. She leads the brunette up the stairs and to her room, slipping-off her shift and turning to her visitor. “I’ll have to make sure and thank my darling daughter properly,” the luscious slut cracks, going to her knees.

A few seconds later, the long, very thick rubber cock formerly concealed beneath the shiny leather pants is buried in Clara’s experienced throat. She spends several minutes fellating the psuedo dong, then gets up and kneels on the edge of the bed. “There’s plenty ‘o lube on the table, there”

The brunette steps up behind her, eyeing her battered, mis-shappen anal pucker. “From the looks o’ that ‘winkie’, ya don’t need no lube” the unnamed woman shot back.

Hawking-up a gob of phlegm, the dildo-strapped dyke spits on to her target, then sockets her cock-head against it after roughly spreading those lush butt-cheeks apart. One hard, deep thrust, and her 12″ horse-cock is buried to the hilt in her “client’s” hungry ass-hole.

Her Meydankavağı Escort Bayan orders are to make sure Clara is loose and ready for an all-night anal gangbang, and so “D” (real name: Diedre) punches in and out of the perverted mother’s shop-worn pooper like a piston. She has purposely chosen one of her thickest strap-ons to accomplish the job, and though many of her “client’s” are not able to handle the girth, this hot bitch’s anal-ring is stretched wide around the 4″ circumference. Most of her partners would be screaming bloody murder by now, pleading for mercy, but all she got out of Clara were little grunts of pleasure and urgings to sodomize her harder, deeper.

“Oooo, darling, yes; pound my guts to jelly,” Clara cries, enjoying the massive intrusion of the hard-pounding cock in the furthest regions of her inner rectum.

Both women are so caught-up in the nasty rutting that neither hears the front door open. As soon As thy pile in, all three women hear the unmistakable sounds of lesbian anal rutting from upstairs. “Guess D is hard at work,” Mel quips, and the others laugh.

They see the pile of strap-ons at the foot of the stairs, but they have made their own “special purchases” while on vacation. They undress quickly and each of them strap-on a 15″ long, 4″ thick Escort Meydankavağı black latex phallus marketed as “the BUTT RAMMER”

They move quickly up the stairs, and enter the bedroom just as D is sliding out of Clara’s wickedly-gaping rear entrance. “Hey, Mel!” she calls cheerily as she moves-around so that Clara can suck her brown-streaked cock clean.

“Wow! You did a great job of it, D!” Melanie cackles admiringly. “She should be good and loose enough now!”

“I’ll say!” Kath adds. “Well done, D!”

While the new arrivals “lube-up”, Clara finishes her clean-up of D’s cock and they kiss goodbye. D collects her money , turning-down Melanie’s offer to stay and join the fun. Mel escorts her out and re-bolts the door, then re-joins the other women in her mom’s bedroom. They attack the still-keeling mother like a pack of crazed hyenas…

Mel gets first crack at her mum’s freshly-plowed back-door. “OoooGAWD!” Clara grunts as her raw, sore sphincter is under siege once more. It stretches wider than it ever has as Melanie pushes mercilessly forward. Clara sees stars as she licks at Pilar’s anal trench, which the sexy latina has just now presented to her. Pilar is sucking Kath’s cock, and doing a marvelous job of it.

Melanie’s hands slide under to cup her mom’s heavily-hanging tits; the nipples are hard as bullets and swollen obscenely. The familiar weights of the warm, lush globes in her palms let the loving daughter know she’s home…

End (?) Chapter 5

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If you haven’t read the other parts to this story, I suggest you do. Please leave feedback. I want to hear from you. Thanks for all the suggestions I’ve gotten so far. -Jack

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“What’s wrong, Andrea,” her brother Jack asked.

“It’s Steve,” Andrea said between sobs, “We broke up.” Andrea grabbed another tissue and blew her nose. They were in the living room of the house they lived in with their parents, and sister Donna.

“What happened? You two seemed so happy,” Jack said, putting his arm around her sister as they sat on the sofa where they made love.

“I thought we were. I went over to Steve’s to surprise him, and I found him on the back deck of his house, giving the captain of the school baseball team a blow-job.”

“You know he likes guys,” Jack said remembering how he and Steve shared Andrea, and themselves with each other.

“Yeah, but I knew about you; I had no clue about Mike. I told Steve to enjoy him, because that’s all the sex he’ll get from now on,” Andrea said as she buried her face in her brother’s chest.

Jack put his arm around her, and lightly rubbed his hand up and down Andrea’s back. It was early in the morning, so Andrea was still in pajamas, while Jack was in a t-shirt and running shorts.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you last night, sis. I was over at Mary’s house kinda late. We were in the hot tub, and well, you know.” Jack didn’t want to elaborate. He didn’t want to rub in Andrea’s face that he and Mary fucked in almost every room in the house.

“It’s okay, Jack,” Andrea told her brother. “You couldn’t have done anything for me anyway.”

Jack smiled at his sister. “Yes, I could have done something,” he told her as his hand slipped under Andrea’s shirt, seeking out her tits. “I could have done this.”

His hand found its target. Andrea’s nipple was already hard in anticipation. Jack slowly caressed one of his sister’s breasts, lightly brushing over the nipple.

“Jack, please,” Andrea gasped, “don’t,” gasp, “stop,” she told him as her mouth sought his. Their lips met and their tongues searched for and danced with each other. Andrea put a hand on her brother’s leg, and moved up to find his cock and balls.

Jack broke off their kiss long enough to remove his and Andrea’s shirts. Jack had almost no hair on his muscled chest; while Andrea had great B-cup breasts that Jack couldn’t keep his hands off.

They resumed their embrace, and Andrea found the object of her lust, Jack’s cock. It was already hard, with a slight trace of pre-cum on the head. Andrea passed her hand slowly down the rigid shaft, and started to lightly rub her brothers scrotum.

“I love it when you do that, Sis,” Jack told her. He sat up enough to take of the shorts; he wasn’t wearing underwear. Andrea stopped to let him take off his shorts, but then returned to play with her brother’s manhood.

Jack kissed, licked, and nibbled his way down his sister’s face and neck. As he sought out the breast that wasn’t getting attention, Andrea took off her pajama bottoms. She was still wearing the pink thong that Jack had given her on the sly. He thought it showed off her ass better, and who was she to argue?

Andrea would have let her brother orally pleasure her tits, but she wanted his cock more. She leaned over, and kissed the tip of Jack’s cock. She then ran her tongue in a downward spiral around his cock to the base, where she sought out each testicle, and gave it a cute little kiss. She then returned to her main objective, replacing her mouth with her hand on her brother’s ball sack.

“God, you know I love it when you do that,” Jack told his sister. That was about all he could muster as Andrea worked her mouth this way and that way around his cock.

Finally, she took all of him in her mouth. She hadn’t been able to do that when they first made love. But thanks to having both Jack and Steve’s cocks to practice with, she could take her brother’s entire rod in her mouth without much trouble.

All Jack could do was lay back and enjoy watching his baby sister give his cock a tongue bath. He could feel his orgasm building as Andrea’s head bobbed up and down his manhood. “Andrea, be ready… I’m going to…”

He couldn’t finish the sentence. Jack’s orgasm consumed his attention as his cock erupted in Andrea’s mouth. Pulse after blissful pulse of his cock sent what always felt like a gallon of Lara Escort semen into his sister’s mouth. Andrea did her best to swallow all of it, but a little bit trickled down her chin.

Ignoring his seed, Jack brought Andrea’s face to meet his in another round of kissing. He tasted himself in and around her mouth, but it didn’t bother him. “I thought I was supposed to make you feel better, Sis, not the other way around,” Jack playfully scolded Andrea.

“That did help me feel better,” Andrea said, with a mischievous look on her face. “But you can still help me feel better,” she told Jack as she started to lie back on the sofa.

Jack didn’t need to be told twice. He got on top of her and picked up where he left off. He worked his mouth over each breast equally. While he did that, his right hand moved down her body to her sex. He slipped his hand under the waistband of Andrea’s thong, and his hand slipped through what little pubic hair his sister hadn’t removed, to her dampening pussy.

Andrea, already breathing hard from the excitement of this taboo act with her brother, gasped as one of Jack’s fingers found her clit. Jack slowly worked his finger over her nub, and he stuck another finger into her slick cunt. Andrea gasped again.

After a few moments of manually pleasuring Andrea’s pussy, he wanted a taste of his sister’s love nectar. He shifted so that his face was even with his sister’s cunt. He pulled off the thong that he gave her as a memento of their first foray into the forbidden zone. He then kissed around his sister’s creamy thighs, zeroing in on her cunt.

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Donna hated working double shifts at the hospital, because it meant more money. It would be better money when she became an RN, but it also meant that she was dog tired, and wanted nothing more than a hot bath and her pillow.

Pulling into the driveway of her parent’s house she saw that Jack and Andrea were still home. I guess they’re lucky, and sleeping in, she thought. Well she was going to be joining them in the land of nod soon.

Donna quietly entered the house. She was going to go straight upstairs, when she heard some moaning and grunting from the living room. Oh, great, Pinky’s watching porn again. Andrea told her sister how she liked to masturbate while watching porn on the living room’s big screen TV. Donna tried to walk even more quietly, so that she could give her sister some privacy without embarrassing her. She looked into the room, and noticed the TV wasn’t on. And then she saw it.

Andrea had sat up on the sofa, very topless, and very into her sexual pleasure. She couldn’t see if her sister was fully naked, as the sofa faced away from the doorway. Donna moved closer, and watched as her sister bobbed up and down. She’s having sex, Donna realized. She also felt a little strange, because the sight of her sister getting laid excited her. Then, she got a real shock.

Andrea turned around, and disappeared on the sofa. Then Jack (!) appeared from sofa, and moved a bit forward, and was obviously thrusting his hips. Oh… My… God! Her brother and baby sister were fucking each other. Donna couldn’t believe it. In fact, she didn’t believe it. She thought is was an elaborate joke they were playing on her. Donna didn’t want to walk over to the couch to see that Jack was humping a pillow, while Andrea sat on the floor, trying not to giggle.

Andrea had a plan. She quietly backed away from the doorway, and went down the hall to the kitchen. She was going to sneak up on them by going through the kitchen, and into the dining room. The dining room opened out on the far end of the living room from where Donna had first observed the prank. It has to be a prank, she thought. They were always pulling pranks on their big sister. She was going to spoil this one for sure.

Andrea stealthily made her way to the dining room, after taking her shoes off in the kitchen. The dining room had hardwood floors that always made Donna’s hospital shoes squeak as she walked on it. When she got to where she could see the sofa, she realized there wasn’t a prank.

Jack was still behind his sister, making those same thrusting motions. Donna however, realized her siblings were naked, and that her brother just wasn’t thrusting; he was indeed fucking Andrea. And they were both enjoying themselves. “I want back on top, Jack,” Andrea told her brother. Lara Escort Bayan Jack pulled out, and Donna could see her brother’s eight-inch cock, glistening with their sister’s juices, gave Donna even more conflicted feelings.

Absently, and without even thinking about it, Donna slipped a hand into her scrubs, and started to rub her pussy. The sight of her sister impaling herself on Jack’s pole started her heart racing, and she worked her other hand under her shirt and bra, and fanned her fingers over the nipple of one of her ample breasts.

Soon, unbeknownst to each other, Donna’s masturbation rhythm matched her sister’s motion on her brother. Their intensity quickened, and soon Jack’s hips drove straight up into Andrea, and his orgasm was accompanied by a primal growl. Andrea matched her brother’s growl with a shriek of her own orgasm. Then Jack and Andrea heard another grunt, coming from the dining room.

Donna, leaning against the doorway, slowly sank to the floor. The hand that had been on her twat was easing her down, while her other hand was still under her scrub shirt. They both guessed the obvious: Donna had orgasmed while watching them fuck.

Andrea jumped off her brother, and crossed the room to her big sister. “You okay, Pinky?” She asked. They both called each other Pinky.

“I’m alright. What the hell is going on here?” Andrea asked.

“I think it’s pretty obvious, Donna,” Jack answered crossing the room and getting on the other side of his big sister. “Let Andrea and I help you over to the sofa.” Andrea winked Jack at; he smiled back.

Slowly, they helped their sister over to the sofa. Seated, Jack and Andrea stayed on either side of her. “How long has this been going on?” Donna asked.

“A couple of months, give or take,” Andrea replied. “You aren’t going to tell anyone, are you?” As she asked her sister the question, Andrea’s hand slipped under her Donna’s shirt.

“You both know it’s not right,” Donna said. Jack slipped his hand under the shirt as well. “Mom and Dad would… Oh!” She stopped when both Jack and Andrea had each one of her breasts in her hand. “You guys, shouldn’t…” her voice faltering as they tweaked and pinched a nipple.

“Pinky, you look warm in this,” Andrea said. “Let’s get those clothes off you. Andrea pulled up the shirt over Donna’s head. Donna offered no resistance, because her sensitive tits were being pleasured. Jack moved to take his big sister’s pants off. Andrea replaced her brother’s hand with her own. After Jack got the pants off, Andrea straddled her sister’s lap. She leaned forward, and kissed her sister.

Donna returned the kiss. Her tongue delightedly “fought” with the invading tongue of her sister. Jack slipped a hand behind Donna’s back, and unhooked her bra. Andrea noticed the freedom of movement her hands now enjoyed, and she lifted up the cups to reveal her sister’s tits. Unlike Jack, Andrea had seen her sister naked more times than she could count. She always wondered how big tits felt.

Donna, for her part, was lost in the pleasure her sister was giving her. She broke off the kiss, and tossed the bra aside. Andrea moved to put her mouth on those delicious orbs that had been totally freed from their fabric prison. When Andrea flicked her tongue on one of Donna’s nipples, Donna felt an almost electric charge from the tip of the nipple, straight to her cunt. Donna reached out, and sought her sister’s tits.

Andrea would have none of it. She took Donna’s hand, and put it between her legs. Donna quickly got the message, and searched for her sister’s clit. Finding it and fondling it, Donna sent a similar charge up her sister’s spine.

Jack was enjoying the show. He watched with undivided attention as his sisters’ explored each other’s body. He could feel his erection returning, but wanted to wait for the right moment.

Donna pushed Andrea down on the sofa, and began using her tongue to map out her sister’s body. Andrea stopped her. “Why don’t we go to your room and continue this, Pinky? Come on Jack, you too.”

“Like you really thought you could keep me away?” was his reply.

They all got up, and went to Donna’s room. Donna had the second largest bedroom in the house. Because she could, Donna had bought herself a King sized bed. Although she used her desk to do written assignments, she did all her reading on her bed. Escort Lara Donna ushered them in, and closed the door.

Jack and Andrea both jumped on the bed. Jack move to prop himself at the head of the bed, Andrea met her sister at the foot. On her way there, Donna removed her boy short panties, and Jack and Andrea got their first view of their big sister’s shaved pussy.

“Now where was I? Oh, that’s right. On your back, Pinky,” Donna ordered her sister. Andrea complied. Donna got on the bed, and with cat-like motions, she got close to her sister, and picked up where she had left off. She worked her mouth between Andrea’s breasts, and traced a lined on her abdomen with her tongue. She paused only to tease Andrea’s navel, which Donna knew was ticklish. While Andrea giggled and flinched, Donna raised her head, and plunged her tongue along Andrea’s slit.

Andrea felt like the wind had been knocked out of her, turned on by her sister’s trick. She would forgive her, because Donna was orally working her cunt magnificently. Donna shifted herself around, and presented her sex to Andrea. Andrea had never seen a girl with a shave cunt before, and this was something new to Donna since they went swimming last month. Tentatively, she passed her hand over the shaven area, and it was smooth to the touch. She then found her sister’s clit, and began to pleasure it.

Donna was really enjoying her first taste of pussy. About a year ago, she and a friend had decided while drunk one night to try out each other. Donna’s friend had no problem eating pussy, but Donna was hesitant to return the favor. But now, the smell of Andrea and Jack’s juices drew her to her sister’s cunt. She sighed when Andrea placed a hand on her twat, and nearly lost her breath when Andrea finally began to use her mouth on her.

Jack was enjoying the show. He was hard as a rock, but he was under the spell of seeing his sisters in a 69. Jack leaned forward, and added his tongue to Andrea’s on Donna. That was too much stimulation for Donna. Her hips drew up, and she spasmed as her second orgasm of the morning overtook her. Andrea knew she was soon to follow, and she tensed as she orgasmed, grinding herself into Donna’s face.

Jack, however, didn’t stop. He kept working his tongue over Donna’s clit, and then stuck his tongue in Donna’s hole and flicked it in and out. Donna cried out, and nearly fainted when she was overcome by yet another orgasm.

Jack smiled at his handiwork, but also made sure Donna was all right. She didn’t say anything, but turned slowly, and eyeing Jack hard cock, zeroed in on her objective. If Jack didn’t know better, he would have thought that she meant to hurt him. But no, something primal had overcome Donna. Lustily, she began to work over her brother’s rod, Tracing and licking it with her tongue. She then took all of him in her mouth, and unlike her sister, Donna again used her mouth organ to stimulate the underside of his cock.

Jack wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. “Donna, get on my cock, NOW!” Jack demanded, with a hint of plea in his voice. Donna grinned, slid her mouth off her brother’s tool, and said, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Donna straddled her brother, and lowered herself to his throbbing manhood. I’ve gone this far, I might as well go all the way, She thought as her brother’s cock entered her; the last taboo was broken. Donna didn’t care. Jack’s cock felt wonderful inside her, like it belonged there. She had planned to start slowly, but she was so worked up, she very quickly switched to a quick up and down motion on Jack’s cock. Both moaned, letting the other know that it felt blissful.

Andrea watched as her brother’s cock penetrated his sister’s pussy. She saw both of their eyes glaze over in enjoyment of each other. Andrea moved over to Jack, and lowered her cunt onto his face, where he immediately began to work over her clit. Andrea looked into the mirror behind Pinky’s bed, and saw the joy on her sister’s face. Then, Donna’s motions up and down became more rapid, and Donna suddenly dropped down on Jack’s cock. Throwing her head back, Donna yelled, “Oh fuck yeah!” as her orgasm overcame her. As Jack tensed up, Andrea exploded her love juice on Jack’s face just before he emptied his load into his other sister. Jack could feel his cock pulsing, as he came, and felt Donna’s vaginal walls tense around his cock as he did.

The girls somehow managed to lift themselves off of Jack. They then lay down on either side of them on the bed. He kissed each sister, Donna first, then Andrea. For their part, they kissed their brother, and nuzzled his chest. They fell asleep, still glowing from their forbidden tryst.

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Chelle and Lila, in the few short months they were together, have taken their relationship to a bigger level. A letter from someone close to Lila takes it even further.

“Slut, go and get the mail.”

“As I am Mistress Chelle, nude?”

“Of course, slut. How else would I want you to do it?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Lila went to get the mail, and when she came back she was very excited.

“What are you so excited about? Did someone see you?”

“No, I got a letter from my twenty year old sister. She’s coming to visit!”

“Mmmm, really?”

“Mistress, do you mind if I ask something of you?”

“What?”

“Could we act normal around Terri?”

“Normal, what do you mean? Act like we aren’t lovers? What?”

“No, I mean not like we have been lately.”

“You mean as Dom and sub?”

“Uh yeah.”

“Why are you ashamed of it?”

“No I just don’t want to scare her away from me.”

“Ok when is she due in?”

“A week from Thursday.”

“Well then you better be a very good little slut ’till then.”

“Yes Mistress.”

A few days later, Monday came. Chelle and Lila were working their dance at the strip club. It was a lesbian strip club. As she was dancing, Lila thought she saw her sister, or someone who looked like her in a deep dark corner. Once they were backstage, Chelle noticed Lila was quiet.

“Whats wrong with you?”

“Uh nothing.”

“Come on you can tell me.”

“Well, I don’t know why, but I thought I saw my sister out there tonight.”

“You are probably just nervous about Thursday.”

“Yeah, You are right.”

“Now I am going to head on back to the house, you better do some grocery shopping. You know how to pay don’t you?”

“Of course.”

They kissed each other goodbye as Chelle went home and Lila went shopping. Lila went to the supermarket and started making her purchases. She noticed all the other people shopping looking at her still in her slutty attire.

Chelle got home to a pleasant surprise.

“I didn’t think you would get here so quick.”

“Your letters got me deeply intrigued.”

“Which part that your sister is a lesbian, stripper, or my slut?”

“All of it.”

“What about those videos I sent you?”

“Yummy. I never knew Lila could be so hot.”

“Neither did she. So how long have you been a lesbian?”

“A couple of yeas.”

“Who was it?”

“My English teacher.”

“Mmmmmm, how did it happen?”

“She claimed I was failing, and I was going to unless I ate her out.”

“Did you?”

“Yes it was the greatest sex I had ever had we fucked right in her classroom!”

“Wow!”

“So, where is my sister?”

“Out eating pussy to pay for groceries.”

“Wow! She has become a slut!”

“She sure is.”

“So Meltem Escort we have some time?”

“Yeah we do.”

Meanwhile, Lila bought he groceries, and was ready to leave. She saw the store manager, a female named Tara. She stood a little over five feet tall, brown hair a little skinny, but she had a nice set of tits. Tara knew who Lila was, she had seen her at the club. Lila whispered into Tara’s ear, and Tara motioned her to a back room.

When they got to the back room, Tara dropped her pants and revealed her shaven tanned pussy. Lila kneeled down, inhaled Tara’s scent coming from her pussy, and liked her outer lips.

“Oh yeah baby.”

Lila stuck her tongue as far up Tara’s puss as she could. She then proceeded to French kiss and make out with Tara’s sweet snatch.

Back at home, Chelle was getting to know Terri much much better.

“Can I get you some wine?”

“Oh, you don’t have to get me drunk baby.”

“Oh in that case lets go upstairs.”

The girls made their way upstairs, to Chelle and Lila’s bedroom. Chelle turned on the camera equipment.

“Whats that for?”

“Entertainment purposes.”

Chelle grabbed Terri and kissed her on the lips. The girls stripped each other nude, and made out for a couple of minutes. Then Chelle started kissing Terri’s neck, then her beasts. She gave them extra special attention sucking and kissing and biting on them.

“Oh baby yes, yes, yes! Suck my titties, suck them!”

After getting her nipples stiff as a board, Chelle then proceeded to French kiss Terri’s navel. She then got to her pussy, her beautifully shaved pussy, and began to make her cum and orgasm as many times as she could.

“Oh baby yes, eat me, eat me good!”

Chelle made Terri cum in bucketfulls, climaxing in the most extreme orgasm she ever had.

“Oh God! Oh God! More! More! MORE!! Uh! Oh! Uh! UHHHHHH!”

Back at the grocery store, Lila was making Tara cum big time. When her orgasm finally subdued it was nearly closing time. The cashier on duty called Tara on the store phone. Tara told her to close down the store and come to the backroom.

“Lila, do you think you can take a virgin?”

Lila moaned in anticipation of taking the cashier. The cashier walked in to the backroom and was shocked at what she was seeing: Her boss standing nude, and the customer she took back there kneeling before her covered in cum.

“Mona, this is Lila. She’s paying for her groceries. She’s paid me for half of it, I think she wants to pay you the rest.”

Lila walked over to Mona, who looked fairly young about 18, and kissed her on the lips. She then proceeded to strip the girl nude. What a body she had! Tanned al over, tight ass, big upper C sized breasts, and a lovely pink hairy pussy. Meltem Escort Bayan Lila kissed Mona’s breasts. Mona was afraid to move, but she let a moan escape her lips. Lila then got on her knees, spread the girls legs, and began to eat out her new “friend.” Mona lost all control and started moaning for more. At first she wasn’t sure about what was happening, but now she definitely liked it.

When Mona finally orgasmed, Tara had a surprise for her.

“Mona how would you like it if Lila gave you a good fucking?”

“Mmmmmm yes!”

“Her you go Lila.”

Tara handed Lila an eight inch strapon dildo. Lila put it on.

“Lay down and spread your legs baby.”

Mona did as she was asked and Lila inserted the dildo in her tight pussy. She shoved it all the way in and popped Mona’s cherry right there. She then began to fuck Mona. Mona was moaning wildly, as Lila was fucking her every which way she could. Tara spread her legs and squatted sown on Mona’s face. Mona eagerly began eating out her boss’s pussy.

When the girls finished fucking and cumming, they laid together with each other for a few minutes, before they decided to get ready to leave.

Back at the house, Terri and Chelle were fucking each other like crazy! They took turns in making each other cum and orgasm. Chelle looked up at the clock.

“Damn, Lila will be home soon.”

“Ahh really?”

“Yeah, we got to clean up, and get you out of here.”

The girls cleaned up, and called Terri a taxi to a local hotel. They said goodbye and that they would see each other the next evening. Chelle got a bath started. Soon Lila came home.

“Mistress, where are you?”

“In the bathtub!”

“Oh goodie!”

“Lila ran into the bathroom to greet her mistress.

“Hello Mistress.”

“Hello slut, You look like you had a productive evening.”

“Yes Maam.”

“Would you like to come in?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Lila stripped and joined Chelle in the tub. They made love for a couple of hours in the tub. Lila had no clue in the world about what would transpire in the next few days.

For the next two days, Chelle and Terri would meet secretly behind Lila’s back , and have great sex. And conspire to make plans for

Thursday. Finally Thursday came, the day Lila said Terri would be in town. But something went wrong.

“Lila, whats wrong?”

“Terri, called her flight got canceled.”

“Thats too bad. (the phone rings.) I’ll get it.”

Chelle got the phone hung up an told Lila what the call was about.

“Lila I know this is your day off and all, but that was the club, they need you to come in.”

“Ok I guess I will since this day is shot to Hell.”

Lila went to the club to work, little did she know what would happen Escort Meltem when she got home. When she finally got home Chelle met her at the door, in her Dom attire.

“Welcome home slut, get nude.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Lila got nude and waited Chelle’s next command.

“Now sit down on the couch.”

Lila did as commanded. Then Chelle tied her up on the couch and turned on the tv.

“I have something you need to watch. Chelle popped in a tape in the VCR and ran up stairs. Lila watched the tv and saw her mistress on

screen. Then she saw another woman with her! She couldn’t see the woman’s face, because it was blotted out. Her Mistress and this mystery person were all over this person. She heard them scream in ecstasy, and sort of thought she knew who the mystery girl’s voice was. She watched over an hour of this footage, and it got her horny as Hell! Finally the video ended. Then a hooded person, who Lila assumed was the mystery girl, untied her, and led her up the stairs to her and Chelle’s room. She put Lila on the bed. Chelle walked into the room.

“Well slut, do you want to know who our new playmate is?

“Yes Mistress.”

Lila thought t could be a number of people: someone from the club, Tara, Mona, or maybe someone Chelle had made her fuck recently. Boy was she in for a surprise Chelle removed the hood, and Lila was shocked at what she saw: her sister, HER LITTLE SISTER!

“Say hello to your new mistress.”

“No you’re the Mistress Chelle, I am, from now on Sistress Terri. Understood slut?”

“Yes Sistress Terri, yes Mistress Chelle.”

“Good now come eat my sweet pussy slut.”

“Yes Sistress.”

Lila crawled over to her new Sistress and began to eat her out. Terri began moaning louder and louder. Then Chelle got her favorite strapon and had Terri suck on it. When she got it good and wet, Chelle put it on and stuck it in Lila’s ass. She pulled her head up and asked:

“How do you like a dildo covered in your sister’s saliva stuck up your ass?”

Lila moaned.

“How does my pussy taste sister slut?”

“Good Sistress.”

Chelle was fucking Lila wild in the ass. Lila was eating out her sister, making her cum like she never came before. Chelle and Terri switched places. Lila was having the time of her life. The two most important women in her world were together, fucking her. Her life had finally come to full circle. She wasn’t destined to be a lawyer, or anything like that. She was now destined to be a slut; to love honor and obey her Mistress and her Sistress, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. When they finally finished, the three girls laid close to each other on the bed.

“Mmmm Are you happy Lila?”

“Yes Chelle, are you?”

“Uh huh. How about you Terri.”

“Yes. I love you Chelle, I love you Lila.”

“I love you Terri, I love you Lila.”

“I love you Chelle, I love you Terri.”

And thats how the three of them lived as lovers. Sometimes they took turns in the Dom/sub rolls. Terri joined the girls at the Strip Club. They all lived together, happily ever after.

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Rachel lugged the last of her bags to her room on the fifth floor of one of the dormitories at the Gorham campus of the University of Southern Maine. The bedroom was fairly large, larger than Randy’s dorm at Miskatonic. It had to be, to accommodate the two beds on opposing walls in the room.

The thought of having to share a room for the next nine months, with a total stranger, annoyed her.

“It’ll be just my luck to wind up with some ditzy, skinny, blonde bitch, born with a silver spoon in her mouth and oozing that nauseating ‘party girl’ attitude that’s all the rage,” she had muttered to her mother, when she got the letter stating that her application for a single room had been turned down.

She was ready to give up any hope of being able to study in peace anywhere other than the library. Rachel had resolved to completely absorb herself in her school work, when she couldn’t visit Randy.

The thought of her lover made brought a heavy sigh from her lips. She had only been away from him for two days, and she missed him already. Actually, it had only taken her two hours to miss him. She couldn’t wait until she could run her fingers through his long, black hair. She longed to gaze into his dark, almond-shaped eyes, kiss his lips, see him smile the way he always did when they were together. And she ached to make love to him. She wiped the tears away as she began unpacking.

“If I can just throw myself into my studies,” she told herself, “I’ll be too busy to miss him.”

She knew that she’d have a hard time convincing herself of that, but she felt that she had to try. She could either sit there on the bed in a funk, missing Randy, or start unpacking in a funk, still missing Randy. At least the latter option would put the time to some productive use. She was going to miss Randy, no matter what she was doing. Sighing, she grabbed the first of her bags and hauled it up onto the bed she had decided to claim for her own, and began unpacking, her mind a whirl of thoughts.

* * * * * * *

“Hello?” a soft voice at the door into the hallway startled her out of her lonely thoughts, and her body jerked, spinning around abruptly.

Sorry to scare you like that, m’amie,” the voice said with a heavy New Orleans accent. “This is room five-nineteen, no?”

“Yes,” Rachel sighed again — this time in relief.

“Then I’m in the right place,” the girl smiled, entering the room and extending her free hand. “I’m La’Tonya Morse, and you must be my new roommate.”

“I sure hope so,” Rachel said, betraying her relief. “I’m Rachel Tarunen, pleased to make your acquaintance!” Rachel shook La’Tonya’s hand vigorously.

“Likewise, m’amie! Likewise! I was hopin’ I wouldn’t have to share a room with some skinny white bitch with her head up her bony ass!”

Contrary to her earlier dread, Rachel’s apparent roommate was a large girl — bigger, even, than she was. Her skin was the color of melted chocolate, and her round, smiling face was framed by long, curly hair. Most striking, though, were her large, round green eyes.

“Me too!” Rachel said with a laugh. “So what’s your major?”

“Archaeology, actually; minorin’ in mythology,” La’Tonya said. “And you?”

“Education; I’m studying to be a teacher.”

“Good for you, girl!” La’Tonya said. “When I arrived, you were lookin’ like you were missin’ someone. Got a lucky man waitin’ for you, at home?”

Rachel nodded and handed La’Tonya a picture of Randy and herself together.

“Mmmmm, mmmm!” La’Tonya said. “Now there’s a good lookin’ man. You two look so cute, together.”

She looked up from the photograph, saw Rachel’s downcast face, and gave her a warm hug.

“I’m sorry, m’amie. I didn’t mean to make it harder for you. How far away is he?”

“Just down in Arkham,” Rachel shrugged her shoulders listlessly.

“Don’ mean much, hon,” La’Tonya shook her head. “Me? I’m from N’awlins.”

“About two, two and a half hours,” Rachel explained with a brief, apologetic smile.

“You ‘fraid he’s gon’ fin’ himself somebody new, while you’re away?”

“A little, I guess,” Rachel sighed. “He promised he’d wait, but…”

“He your first, cher?” La’Tonya asked her softly.

Rachel nodded, wordlessly, and La’Tonya smiled, turning the photograph back toward Rachel.

“He’ll wait, m’amie. You can see how much he loves you, in this picture.” Her eyes bored into Rachel’s as she added, “You two will be together again; I just know it deep in my heart.”

“I hope so, La’Tonya . . . I hope so.”

“It ain’t gon’ be easy, cher; I ain’t gon’ kid you. But any man who’s lookin’ like that in your company is probably gon’ love you, even when he’s lyin’ in the grave.”

Rachel found that she liked La’Tonya immediately. She was disarmed by this woman’s easy demeanor and quick wit, not to mention her bright smile. She also had to admit that her new roommate was gorgeous. La’Tonya was dressed simply, but in a way that served to accentuate her ample curves rather than hide them. She admired the way La’Tonya seemed Çolaklı Escort to carry herself with pride and grace. It was obvious the woman didn’t give a damn what people thought of her. Rachel envied that, in her new friend, and wished that she could be that way.

As La’Tonya lugged her bags into the room, Rachel couldn’t help but notice how she seemed to slink when she walked, how her pants hugged the curves on her wide hips. She found herself becoming a little turned on, much to her confusion. How could she be so aching for Randy, and yet find the tingles of arousal beginning within her as she watched her new roommate move?

Likewise, La’Tonya was admiring Rachel.

“Easy ’nuff to see what her beau sees, in her,” she thought, watching Rachel out of the corner of her eye as she hoisted a bag onto the low dresser. “Them eyes, so deep and expressive…a man could get lost in them, easy. A woman, too, for that matter. And I wouldn’t mind being able to make my hair look like hers, all soft and wavy and sexy, once in awhile!”

She averted her gaze, pretending to be giving the room a good looking-over, when Rachel cast a brief glance at her. Then, looking back at her new roommate, she saw the woman give her a slow, soft smile. She had the cutest little dimples, in her chubby cheeks, when her face lit up like that. ‘Yep,’ La’Tonya thought to herself, ‘this girl’s a doll; too bad she’s attached.’

La’Tonya had always been attracted to women as well as men. In fact, when she had lost her virginity, it had been to her best girlfriend — long before she ever had sex with a man. It wasn’t something that she made an issue of. She didn’t wear her sexuality as a badge of pride, or use it to attract men, nor did she make any effort to hide it. It was simply a part of who, and what, she was. She refused to allow either her sexual preferences — or her race — to define who she was, as a person, and she detested anyone else’s attempts to do so on her behalf.

“Hey — I’m biracial and bisexual; so what?” was her standard response whenever someone tried to put her in a specific mold.

La’Tonya found herself attracted to Rachel almost from the moment she laid eyes on the woman, but it didn’t appear there was much of a chance for anything happening between them — not with Rachel having that gorgeous man in her life. She wasn’t a home-wrecker. Likewise, she didn’t want Rachel’s boyfriend pressuring either one of them into a threesome.

“Not that I’d mind a threesome with the two of them,” she allowed herself the mental chuckle, along with a fleeting image of the three of them going at it. Threesomes could be truly marvelous experiences, but only if they began naturally, spontaneously — never forced. When you forced a three-way coupling, someone was bound to get hurt. She already thought enough of her new roommate — and, by extension, her beau — that she didn’t want that happening. No, she’d settle for having someone like Rachel as a roommate and potential friend. It would make her stay in Maine so much more pleasant.

Of course, if some twist of fate led to Rachel and her man splitting — or even if Rachel showed a bit of interest in some girl-girl magic to ease the lonely nights between his visits, she wouldn’t object. La’Tonya highly doubted that would happen, though; a picture speaks a thousand words, after all, and it was plain to see, in that photograph. ‘The sight’ ran in the women in her family, and she’d seen beyond what most folks would see, in that picture. If there was such a thing as destiny, Rachel and her beau were meant to be together.

“I take it your folks have met your guy?” she asked, as she unzipped the bag and began to shove clothing into various dresser-drawers.

“You could say that,” Rachel sighed plaintively, grabbing the last of her bags and performing much the same task.

“Sounds like there’s a ‘but—’ lyin’ in wait, there, cher.”

“You could say that, too!” Rachel grimaced. “They were polite enough, while he was there. The moment he left, though, they started telling me how much they didn’t approve of him.”

“What?!” La’Tonya asked, incredulously. “Was it his hair, or the tats, or both?”

“That was Mom’s problem. She thinks that just because he has long hair, and plays guitar in a band, he’s bad news. She didn’t get that he’s devoted to his family, his studies, and me. The tats? Well, that was just too much, for her. She’s got this notion that anyone with tattoos is a bad person. Of course, the couple that my dad got, when he was in the military, are some sort of exception to that rule. I guess it’s a good thing she hasn’t seen me naked, in the last few months. I wonder what she’d say, about mine!”

La’Tonya did her best to keep her expression sympathetic, not wanting the delicious little thrill she felt, at learning that her sexy roommate had one or more pieces of skin art, to intrude on the talk.

“And what about your pa?” she asked.

Rachel looked at La’Tonya frankly and said, “It’s because he isn’t white, at Çolaklı Escort Bayan least not completely.”

La’Tonya’s face contorted with anger. Of all the things in this world worth hating, she loathed racists the most . . . racists of all colors. She’d gotten it from both sides, in her eighteen years of life: white racists hated her because she was part black, and black racists hated her because she wasn’t all black. And most everyone disliked her because, as her mother always said, she was too smart for her own good. Of course, her mother always followed that by telling her to keep it that way, and not to dumb herself down for any reason.

“What about his folks? Do they like you?”

“They all seem to adore me, and the feeling is mutual,” Rachel said with a smile.

“Well, that’s a good thing, cher. You got one family that loves you. Don’ matter, if it ain’t the one you had from birth. You two stay together, they’ll either come ’round, or they won’t. Either way, you ain’t gon’ have to live with ’em!”

“True enough,” Rachel grinned, her mood lightening somewhat.

“Anyways, girl,” La’Tonya said, “we gotta get this place fixed up so we can hit the hay. Can’t be a slacker, now can we?”

Rachel laughed and looked at the clock, which read ’10:00 PM’. “Shit, you’re right!” she said.

The two women finished getting their room ready, passing the rest of the night with small talk before winding down for the night.

* * * * * * *

The week went by quickly, for Rachel. She found that she really enjoyed her classes, and her roommate, La’Tonya, was an absolute delight. Slowly, she began looking forward to the rest of the year. In between classes, she’d check her email to see if Randy got in touch with her, but day after day went by with no results. On Friday afternoon, she tried calling his cell phone, only to get a recording informing her that the cellular number she had dialed had been disconnected. She got the same result when she tried calling his dorm. She began getting worried about him, and hoped nothing happened to him.

As a last-ditch effort, she called her house.

“Have you seen or heard anything, from Randy, Mom?” she asked, when her mother answered the phone.

There was a moment of dead silence, at the other end.

“Mom?” she said, fear creeping into her voice.

“You didn’t hear, did you?” her mother told her, with a heavy voice.

“What’s going on, Mom?” Rachel said, her voice raising in pitch slightly.

After another period of silence, her mother said, “He’s been seeing someone else, Rachel . . . I’m so sorry you had to hear it from me…”

“WHAT?!” Rachel roared. “You better be fucking kidding me, Mother.”

“I wish I were, sweetie,” her mother said with a sigh, “I wish I were.”

“Are you sure it was him?” Rachel asked, desperation creeping in her voice.

“I . . . ” her mother’s voice trailed off. “I found a picture . . . I sent it to your email.”

Rachel ran to her computer and pulled up the email her mother sent. She’d been too intent on seeing a message from Randy, to look at the file of family messages. The photo was embedded, not attached, which explained why it hadn’t shown up in her downloads file. Her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open, unable to form words, as she took in the image on the screen.

“I’m so sorry, Rachel,” her mother’s voice broke the silence.

“I’ve gotta go, Mom,” Rachel said flatly. “Love you.”

Rachel shut the phone off without waiting for a response, then sank on her bed in a daze. After a moment she collapsed, hugging her pillow, and cried harder than she ever had in her entire life.

La’Tonya had just stepped off the elevator when she heard the wail of ultimate anguish coming from their room.

“Mon deiu!” she muttered as she ran to the door, practically ramming it open.

She was greeted by the sight of her friend with her face buried in her pillow, sobbing and screaming into it alternately. “What happened?” she said, stroking Rachel’s hair.

“Check my email,” Rachel managed to croak. She was unable to form the words, to tell her. How could she? She wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen it herself, and deep down, she still couldn’t believe it.

La’Tonya walked to Rachel’s desk and looked at her laptop. Outlook Express was still open, as was the message from Rachel’s mother, with an empty subject line. There was a brief paragraph of text, Rachel’s mother explaining how sorry she was that she had to bring this piece of news to her daughter’s attention, and an embedded photograph. The image was a bit grainy, as though taken by a camera-phone, and in poor lighting. Still, there was no mistaking the central figure in the photo as being anyone other than Randy. The skin art on his arm and shoulder were plainly visible. And, as the text indicated, the photo caught him in the arms of another woman. Judging by the pie-eyed look on Randy’s face, in the photo, he was apparently quite drunk. The woman in the photo was Escort Çolaklı the polar opposite of Rachel: skinny, blonde, and dressed like a whore.

“Fils d’une chienne!” La’Tonya cursed under her breath.

La’Tonya stared at the photo, rubbing her eyes occasionally, making the effort to blink. No matter what she did, the photo didn’t change. It was Randy with that stupid look on his face, with some floozy hanging off him with his ear in her mouth. She had to close the window and fold the laptop before she put her fist through the screen.

She moved softly over to Rachel’s bed and sat down on it, putting a comforting arm around her friend.

“Oh, cher,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry…”

Rachel sat up and buried her face in La’Tonya’s chest, her body shaking violently with sobs. La’Tonya stroked her friend’s hair and held her tight, rocking slightly back and forth.

“Just let it out, soeur . . . just let it out, sister,” she whispered. “I’m here for you, girl.”

They sat, thus, for a long time, until Rachel began hyperventilating. La’Tonya gently kissed Rachel’s forehead, her right hand smoothing through her hair.

“Shhh, there, there,” she said, trying to calm her friend down. “Everything’s gon’ be okay.”

La’Tonya felt stupid for saying it, but Rachel didn’t seem to know what her friend was saying. Nevertheless, she managed to steady her breathing and sank into La’Tonya’s arms.

“Why?” Rachel whimpered. “How could he do this? Didn’t I mean anything, to him?”

“I don’t know, girl,” La’Tonya whispered. “I just don’t know.”

La’Tonya kissed Rachel’s forehead again and squeezed her tighter. She was all too aware of Rachel’s body pressed against hers, and was fighting the urge to touch her and caress her more intimately. She wasn’t the type to prey on someone’s grief, and she hated people who did. Still, her pussy was getting hotter; if the body-contact kept up, like this, she was going to have to alleviate matters herself before she did something she’d later regret. Her relief was great when Rachel sat back up and sat away from her slightly, wiping her eyes.

“Thanks for being there for me, hon,” Rachel said. “I just need time to understand all this.”

“Well, I’m here for you, if you need to talk,” La’Tonya smiled softly.

Rachel wrapped La’Tonya in a warm embrace, stroking her back. While La’Tonya was having her internal struggle, Rachel had been fighting urges of her own. The way La’Tonya was comforting her made Rachel want to kiss her luscious lips in gratitude, but she wasn’t sure if it was her grief talking.

“But I was attracted to her the moment I laid eyes on her…what the hell is wrong with me?” she thought to herself. “I’m not a lesbian… am I?”

“It just seems so unlike him,” she said aloud, trying to shove the other thoughts clear of her mind for the moment. “Just before I left Arkham, we were discussing future plans for us. He’s so devoted to his family; how come he wasn’t devoted to me?”

“Well,” La’Tonya said, “I’m sure things will clear up eventually.”

La’Tonya felt Rachel’s hands move lower and lower on her back until they lingered on her hips.

“Ummm, Rach?” La’Tonya asked quizzically.

Rachel looked into her friend’s eyes. She had decided that she wasn’t going to fight her urge anymore. She ran her tongue over her lips, moistening them, and moved her face closer to La’Tonya’s to gauge her friend’s reaction. La’Tonya didn’t move forward, but she didn’t back away either.

“Are you sure you want this, cher?” she asked Rachel.

“I’m not sure of anything right now,” Rachel said simply, “and I’m not in any mood to care.”

Without further warning, Rachel brought her lips to La’Tonya’s. Her friend returned the kiss, after a second or so of stunned inaction. Their mouths opened and their tongues writhed around each other like dueling serpents. Their bodies melted together, for a long moment, their hands deftly exploring the curves of each other’s bodies.

The first tentative embrace ended, and the women pulled apart enough to be able to gaze into each other’s eyes.

“Be sure about this, ma cher,” La’Tonya advised. “Don’ trifle wit’ my heart…”

Rachel leaned closer, close enough that the breath which carried her words was hot in the hollow of her roommate’s mouth.

“All I’m sure of is that I want you . . . badly. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you.”

“Same here,” La’Tonya whispered, then kissed her again. “You’re a beautiful woman, Rachel.”

La’Tonya barely finished her sentence before Rachel kissed her again, this time with more confidence. La’Tonya broke the kiss to nibble on Rachel’s neck, causing a guttural moan to escape her throat.

“Take me,” Rachel begged. “Take me now . . .”

The two women twisted and slid, bringing their bodies together on the bed, their legs entwined. Rachel was thankful that the door was within reach, as she stretched over to lock it. With hardly a pause, she resumed devouring La’Tonya’s mouth. As she squeezed her friend’s plump flesh, she understood Randy’s attraction to her body type. Or, was it to his initial attracting, before messing around with that whore? The thought of his betrayal and enraged her, consumed her, filling her with the need to ‘get back’ at him, and thus making her more eager with La’Tonya.

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