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Note: All characters and events that are included in this story are completely fictional. All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 or older.

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The sun shined brightly through the window blinds as the sounds of birds chirping echoed throughout Keely’s bedroom. Slowly, Keely opened her eyes and squinted as some sunlight shined in her face. She sat herself up and stretched her arms over her head, breathing deeply in and out. As she inhaled, the smell of sex and pussy automatically entered her nostrils. Lowering her arms, Keely smiled as the memories of the previous night returned to her. She looked around the room, seeing bits of clothing scattered around her bed. Her attention then turned to her voluptuous lover who still laid sleeping on her chest. Keely gazed at Vivian lovingly as she tenderly ran her hand up Vivian’s exposed back and along the side of her huge left boob as it was squished between her body and the bed.

Vivian began to shift and rolled herself over on her back to stretch. Her eyes fluttered upon and turned her head towards Keely, giving her a smile.

“Well hello there, gorgeous,” Vivian said, sleepily.

“Morning, my love,” Keely said softly, laying down next to her lover and kissing her softly on the forehead.

Vivian wrapped her arms around Keely’s body and pulled her close, their breasts melting together as Vivian pressed her lips against Keely’s.

Keely moaned as Vivian’s tongue invaded her mouth. Vivian broke the kiss and began playing with Keely’s hair.

“What are we now, Keely,” Vivian asked in a soft voice.

“What do you mean,” Keely asked in response.

“Is this a one-time deal sort of thing or are we dating?”

“Viv, last night was the best of my life and I wouldn’t have traded it for anything in the world. And, if you feel the same, I was hoping…to be your girlfriend.”

Vivian looked at Keely with surprise at first but then realized that she did feel the same as her lover.

“Then that settles it,” Vivian said with a beaming smile, “You and I are lovers!”

The girls leaned in for a deep kiss, ecstatic about their newly formed relationship. The kiss broke.

“You think we should keep this between us for awhile,” Keely asked.

“If you want, sure,” Vivian responded, “We don’t have to rush. We can do it whenever we’re ready.”

“That’s fine with me,” Keely said happily, giving Vivian a soft kiss on the lips.

“So, babe, what do you want to do today?” Vivian asked.

“Well,” Keely replied, “I wouldn’t mind staying in bed with you all day long.”

The two girls giggled and pressed their foreheads together.

“Well besides that!” Vivian said, laughing.

Keely thought about it and came up with an idea.

“Why don’t we try and hang out with Lily and Julia.” Keely suggested.

“That’s a great idea,” Vivian exclaimed, “I haven’t hung out with them in so long!”

“I’ll call them after you and I have had our shower,” Keely said with a giggle.

“I like the sound of that.” Vivian said sexily, “Lead the way, sexy!”

Keely grabbed her lover’s hand and the two ran out of the bedroom for their first exciting shower together.

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Lily pulled into the driveway of her best friend, Julia’s, home. She put her car in park and took a second to look over the house she had always thought of as her second home. Julia had been her best friend since they met in elementary school 13 years ago. They had been through nearly everything together since then and now they were about to embark on a new journey together in college. Snapped out of her thoughts, Lily got out of the car to go inside. She was so excited to be able to spend some time with Keely and Vivian again and couldn’t wait to catch up with them as it had been months since they had seen each other.

Lily pulled out her key to Julia’s house and let herself in.

“Julia! I’m here. Are you ready?” Lily asked, but received no reply. “Julia? Maria? Anyone home?”

Maria was Julia’s younger sister by a year but was equally as close to Lily as Julia was. The three of them had been inseparable growing up and it was sad that they would have to leave her behind as they went to college and Maria had to go through her final year of high school. Julia and Maria also had an older sister, Anna, by 2-3 years but she had gotten into an argument with the family and hasn’t spoken with them since. It was a very touchy subject to bring up, especially in front of Julia, so Lily never spoke of it.

“I’m here!” Julia shouted from upstairs. “Come on up!”

Lily jotted up the steps and walked down the hallway until she arrived in front of Julia’s room. Opening the ajar door, Lily saw Julia in front of her mirror brushing her hair. Julia liked to keep it simple in terms of clothing unless the occasion called for formal wear. Today, Julia’s choice was a black sleeveless T-shirt with ragged jean shorts.

“Well hello there, my beautiful best friend.” Lily said as she approached Julia and hugged her from behind. Lily could smell the sweetness of bursa escort bayan Julia’s long, dark blonde hair.

“Look who’s talking,” Julia said, laughing. “You look sexy as ever.”

Lily smiled and looked down at her black, sleeveless dress with pink polka dots. “Oh, it’s just something I decided to throw on.” She said with a giggle.

“Like I’m going to believe that.” Julia responded, as she turned to her best friend and giving her a beaming smile.

Lily never got tired of seeing Julia smiling. It had to be the cutest smile in the world. Smile run in the family, Lily guessed, as Maria had the same, beautiful smile.

“Lily?”

Lily came out of her daze and saw Julia was giving her a concerned look.

“Are you alright,” Julia asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Lily replied with a smile. “I just remembered that I completely forgot my swim suit. You have an extra?”

Julia went over to her closet and pulled out a blue bikini that she had worn on vacation last year.

“Is this ok,” Julia asked, as she handed it to Lily.

“Perfect,” Lily said excitedly.

“Alright then,” Julia said as she grabbed her bag, “Let’s hit the road!”

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Vivian was just putting her tank top on over her bikini when she felt Keely’s arms wrap around her waist and her chin resting on her right shoulder.

“I think I like it better when you’re wearing nothing at all,” Keely whispered sensually into Vivian’s ear.

“Now, now,” Vivian replied as she placed her hands over her lover’s, “There’ll be plenty of time for that later tonight.”

“I’m soaked just thinking about it,” Keely purred, kissing Vivian on the cheek.

Vivian turned to face her lover and wrapped her arms around Keely’s neck.

“But look at you,” Vivian moaned, as she took in Keely’s skimpy bikini, “You’re practically wearing nothing. You’re not trying to seduce our guests, are you? You’ve only had your first taste of women last night.”

“Well, now that I’ve had a taste, I’m hungry for more,” Keely said friskily, softly kissing her lover’s lips.

“You are so bad,” Vivian purred.

At that moment, the doorbell rang and both girls quickly went down the stairs to let their friends in. Hugs and cheek kisses were given and there was not a single girl who wasn’t happy to see the other. Soon enough, the four ladies were bikini-clad and lounging in Keely’s pool.

“I’m so glad that we were able to do this,” Julia said excitedly, “it’s been forever since I’ve seen you too after school let out.”

“I know right,” Vivian responded, “I can’t believe we’re seniors now. I’m so ready for college!”

“Same,” Lily and Keely said in unison.

“Although,” Vivian added, “Keely seems to be the odd lady out seeing as she’s going to a different college than the three of us!”

“Well I didn’t get the memo,” Keely responded. Everyone laughed hard at that.

After an hour of chatting and catching up, everyone was in the mood for something to eat and drink. Being the hostess, Keely set out to provide for her guests.

“I better got help her out,” Vivian said,” We’ll be back!”

Vivian trotted after her lover into her kitchen.

After nearly 10 minutes, Lily started to wonder why Keely and Vivian weren’t back yet.

“I wonder what’s keeping them,” Julia asked as she lounged on a inflatable raft.

Lily jumped off her chair. “I’ll go and see. Be right back!”

When she entered the kitchen, Lily saw food and water on the kitchen counter but her friends were nowhere to be found. Soon the silence was broken by, what sounded to Lily, as moans. She followed the sound to the laundry room where clear grunts and moans could be heard. Lily looked in through the ajar door and turned pale. Keely was settled on top of the dryer with two of Vivian’s fingers ramming her insanely wet pussy.

“Fuck me, Viv,” Keely said breathlessly,” Fuck me hard.”

“You like that babe,” Vivian replied in a seductive tone.

Yes! Oh God YESSSSSS,” Keely let out a silent scream as Vivian brought to a roaring climax.

Vivian removed her drenched fingers out of Keely and sucked Keely’s sweet juices from them. Keely rested her head against the wall as she pated to regain her breath and cool off. She looked at her lover and gave her a wide smile.

“It’s a good thing we took my bikini bottoms off before we did this,” Keely said with a look of amusement.

“Yeah,” Vivian replied after she removed her fingers from her mouth,” But we’re going to have to get you cleaned up a little.”

As she said this, Vivian got down on her knees and began lapping up what remained of Keely’s cum from around her pussy and legs. Keely closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her lover’s tongue touching her skin.

Lily still looked on in shock and slowly backed away from the door. She then quickly returned to the kitchen in disbelief. Lily tried to comprehend what she had just seen. Her two friends just had sex with each other. And from what she had overheard, this was far from being their first time. As the images continued to float around in her head, görükle escort Lily suddenly stopped cold at the realization that her own pussy had become increasingly wet. This is insane, she thought. She knew she had to get back to Julia but didn’t know what she should say to her. Maybe she didn’t need to know right now, Lily thought to herself, just act natural and calm. She walked back out to the pool area as Julia was getting out.

“Oh there you are,” Julia exclaimed, “I was just about to go in and look for you.”

Lily snapped back to reality, “Oh yeah,” she said a little nervously,” They should be coming back out any minute now.”

“Are you alright,” Julia asked,” You seem a little uneasy.”

“I’m fine,” Lily said with a confident smile,” Nothing’s wrong at all.”

Or, at least, not yet.

Soon after, Keely and Vivian came back out with chips, sandwiches, and bottles of water. Lily tried to maintain a sense of calm as their conversations continued like she never a saw a thing. Hours went by and soon the sun was nearly setting. Lily and Julia were getting ready to go when Keely and Vivian stopped them at the door.

“So, we’ve been thinking,” Vivian said excitedly.

“And we want to know if you guys would like to sleep over tonight,” Keely said.

Before Lily could reply, Julia gave them an answer.

“That sounds great! I would love to! What about you, Lily?”

All eyes were on her at this point when she acted with a little hesitance in her voice.

“Sure,” Lily said, trying to act excited.

“Great,” Keely and Vivian said in unison.

“We should probably get back to my house first to bring some clothes and some toothbrushes,” Julia said,” Right, Lily?”

“Oh yeah absolutely,” Lily responded, realizing that that was her chance to try and tell Julia what she saw earlier.

Soon after, Julia and Lily were back on the road. During the course of their short ride back, Lily struggled with how to tell Julia about what she saw Keely and Vivian doing. She just couldn’t think of the words but she realized she had run out of time as they rolled up into Julia’s driveway.

After entering the empty house, Julia went to leave a note for her family letting them know where she had gone. Lily went straight up to Julia’s room and sat on the bed, continuing to ponder hat to say. It wasn’t too long before Lily heard Julia’s footsteps coming up the stairs before entering the room full of excitement.

“Today was so amazing,” Julia said joyfully,” It was so good to see Keely and Vivian again. I can’t wait for this sleepover! It’s going to be great!”

She looked over at Lily and saw the distraught expression of her face.

“Hey, is everything alright? You’ve been acting kinda strange for most of the day.”

Lily took a deep breath.

“Julia…there’s something I have to tell you,” Lily said nervously.

“What’s up? You know you can tell me anything no matter what,” Julia responded with a soft smile.

“I…I saw,” Lily began to stammer before finally getting the courage to say the words she had been holding for hours,” I saw Keely and Vivian having sex!”

Julia’s face filled with shock. She immediately sat in the chair closest to her trying to process what Lily had just revealed to her.

“You saw them…having sex,” Julia said after a short period of silence.

“Yeah,” Lily replied softly,” and…I kinda liked it.”

“You did,” Julia asked softly.

Lily just nodded her head silently and looked at the floor. Silence filled the room for what seemed like hours with the exception of an occasional car driving past the house. Finally, Julia got up from her seat and walked quietly towards Lily who still focused on the bedroom floor. Julia got down on her knees and took Lily’s hands into her own.

“It’s ok,” Julia whispered to her best friend,” Look at me, Lily. Please.”

Lily slowly lifted her head up until her eyes met Julia’s. She stared into her best friend’s gorgeous green eyes as Julia placed a hand on her cheek. Lily felt herself getting aroused as Julia stroked her thumb against her cheek. Julia herself felt herself getting aroused by being in close contact with Lily. She didn’t feel any discomfort or that this was wrong. Suddenly she felt her head moving slowly towards Lily’s face closing the distance between them. Lily saw it happening but didn’t feel the need to stop it. Soon Julia’s lips found their way to Lily’s as both girls closed their eyes and felt the kiss. After a few seconds, Julia broke away and the two best friends look at each other.

“I’m sorry,” Julia said.

“No,” Lily responded,” Don’t be.”

At that moment, she grabbed a hold of Julia and brought her into a passionate, lust filled kiss. Both girls moaned as they gave into their sexual feelings for one another. Both ladies opened their mouths invitingly to the other’s tongues. Lily’s hands ran through Julia’s dark blonde hair as Julia caressed Lily’s back. Both mewled as they felt the other’s touch. Julia gradually moved her hands down to the hem of Lily’s shirt. Lily felt Julia tugging the bottom of her shirt and reluctantly broke bursa escort bayan their passionate kiss. As soon as Lily broke away, Julia lifted up her best friend’s shirt leaving her with just a bikini on. Lily then robbed Julia of her own shirt before Julia tackled her onto the bed. Pinning Lily’s arms onto the bed, Julia mauled Lily’s neck with her lips causing Lily to squirm underneath. The two were beyond aroused with their hot, sun-kissed bodies melted into each other. The friction made their pussies grow increasingly wet. Julia scratched her nails softly along Lily’s arms down to her armpits making Lily moan with pleasure. Feeling Julia grasping her bikini straps on her side, she arched her back upwards allowing Julia access to the tied knot behind her. Undoing the knot with ease, Julia pulled off Lily’s bikini revealing her luscious breasts. Julia couldn’t resist the temptation and immediately went in face first. Lily groaned as she felt Julia’s lips meet her boobs while removing her bikini top from around her neck and tossing it to the side where it silently hit the floor. Julia feverishly kissed Lily’s breasts all over before her lips latched on to one of Lily’s hardened nipples.

Oh fuck, Julia,” Lily screamed as the sensation of Julia’s tongue circling her tit spread throughout her body,” Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”

Julia had no plans to do so as she began to nibble on Lily’s swollen nipple. Meanwhile, Julia began to concentrate her left hand on Lily’s mid-section. Julia rolled her thumb around Lily’s clit which resulted in a whimper from her lover. Lily began to whine as she felt Julia playing with her already aroused clit. Julia undid one of Lily’s side bikini bottom strap with her free hand before taking the bottoms off completely revealing Lily’s swollen, drenched pussy. Deciding to double Lily’s pleasure, Julia rubbed her clit with her forefingers while using her thumb to play with her pussy slit. Drunk with pleasure, Lily slammed her palms against the bed’s headboard all the while grunting and groaning, moving her head back and forth. Lily was already hurdling towards her first climax.

“Oh god, Julia! I’m…I’m,” Lily couldn’t finish as her climax sent shockwaves through her hot body. Juices began to pour out of her with Julia ready and willing to lap them up. The moment she felt Julia’s lips touch her labia, Lily began to climax again simultaneously.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUCCCCKKKK,” Lily screamed at the top of her lungs.

As her orgasm subsided and Julia finished licking up the remaining cum, Lily struggled to catch her breath and recover from her double climax. Julia, meanwhile, began to kiss her way back up to Lily’s face. Giving her new lover a quick kiss on the lips, Julia sat up on her knees and undid her bikini top revealing her chest to Lily for the first time. Lily laid there marveling at Julia’s breasts which looked very similar to her own. She then did the honor of undoing Julia’s bikini bottoms. They looked at each other and smiled, over the moon with their new-found love for each other. Julia lowered herself onto Lily and both let out a sigh as their breasts pressed against each other. Lily caressed Julia’s face with her hands as Julia grabbed hold of Lily’s sides. Julia then shifted her body so that she was straddling Lily’s left leg. She began to slowly thrust her hips forward scraping her pussy along her lover’s leg while also rubbing her leg along Lily’s slit. The two girls stared into each other’s eyes intensely as Julia’s thrusts began to pick up speed. Their breathing intensified, the bed began to rock back and forth, their heavy breathing turned into grunts and moans. They began to feverishly kiss each other as they their love-making reached fever-pitch. The headboard slammed continuously against the wall, the bed creaked and moaned like the girls on top of it, the air was filled with the smell of sex.

“Oh god, Lily I think I’m going to-,” Julia was cut off as pussy juice squirted out of her pussy onto Lily’s. She could feel Lily coming at the same time and howled with pleasure as their juices mixed together.

Julia collapsed on Lily, completely spent. She rested her head on Lily’s heaving chest and listened as she heard her lover’s heart thumping rapidly. The two just laid there holding each other in silence. Lily pressed her lips on Julia’s forehead. Their sweaty bodies glued together. After a few minutes of recovery, Julia lifted her body off of Lily’s and smiled at her.

“We should be heading over back to Keely’s right about now,” Julia said, still trying to catch her breath.

Lily stared at her intensely and Julia knew she wanted more.

“Well, I guess Keely and Vivian are going at as we speak so-“

She was cut off as Lily grabbed her and flipped her around. Julia mewled as Lily jumped on top of her and started to make out with her furiously. Their tongues danced around each other’s mouths in exploration while the girls’ hands roamed freely to grope the other’s body. Lily wanted to give back the pleasure given to her by Julia and began to make her way to Julia’s neck then to her breasts which were glistening with sweat. Lily took good care of both of Julia’s nipples as she sucked and gently nibbled them which resulted in loud moans of approval from Julia. Continuing downward, Lily savored every second of contact with Julia’s soft skin. Finally, Lily made it to Julia’s juicy snatch and began to probe with her fingers causing Julia to squirm a little.

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Sara was watching Game Day close down, everyone said their goodbyes and gave hugs. Lee came back from out of the bathroom and stood by her husband. It struck Sara how much they looked like each other, if she didn’t know they were married she would have thought they were brother and sister. Lee reached out for his hand and squeezed it. Then she looked at Sara and said, “Lets make these guys days! Give me a hug.” She embraced Lee and wiggled a bit for everyone’s general amusement. It was six guys and two token girls that showed up, six life-long gamers that probably didn’t have any real life experience with girl on girl action, only what they had downloaded and dreamed. Sara was playing it to the hilt. Lee patted her on the back and hug her to herself. It was nice and then they broke.

Lee said she was going home and slyly said that Sara was free to join her, as she swiped a stranded curl from her face. Sara said she had to take Joe home; she was his ride. Lee smiled and said, okay. She left shortly after wards with her husband and Kit, they were going to drop her off at home, then go to a RPG group they attended weekly. Lee looked tired and said she was going to go home to rest, maybe surf the Internet a bit. She looked a little pale, Sara noted.

On the way to Joe’s house, she thought about Lee’s offer while listening to Joe talk about random things. She knew Lee was a bisexual and her hubby condoned it but she just hadn’t found the right person yet, he had said as he patted her thigh. Sara couldn’t understand why, Lee was attractive in a way, a nice smile, long dark blond curly hair and great tits and ass, or so she had heard from many of the guys at the Gaming group, when she wasn’t there. Sara was smaller than Lee by a size or two, had a nice chest of her own and long brown straight hair and large brown eyes. Still..there was something about the way she said it, it was almost a dare… Sara smiled.

She let Joe off at home, stopping her car and getting out to give him a hug. He was a good friend that she had known since he worked at a local department store. He was always really nice to her and offered her the best discounts when he could. He was let off when the company was sold and had a hard time finding a job for awhile. He lived with his mother still and Sara thought it was kinda creepy, but he was still a good friend.

She waved as she pulled out of the driveway and directed herself the way she had come. Somewhere on the main thoroughfare, she decided to stop by Lee’s house and see if she was up. If not, she would just walk away, go home and release her frustrations with her vibrator. gorukle escort bayan The closer she got to their house, the more she thought about it–the wetter she became.

She had had experiences with girls before, it wasn’t what she thought she was going to experience when she got to Lee’s, if she was still up, but it was something. One of her co-workers had kissed and hugged her in the spring behind the Operations building during lunch break. In college, she had been fingered by a Psych professor that had constantly sat her in the front row, this was probably because she had a penchant for short skirts and wearing no underwear. She aced the class as she remembered but that was all she was able to bring herself to do with the older woman. Sara had looked at other girls but had never had the nerve to ask them to do anything. Lee’s remark had taken her completely off guard and showed her exactly how much she wanted to try something. She was grinning as she pulled into their driveway.

Sara put the car in park as she cut the engine. She could see a light on in the den, Lee must have not been able to sleep after all. She walked up the walkway and knocked on the door gently. A minute later, Lee opened it. Her hair was a bit more disorderly than before but she was wearing the same outfit as before. Ambient music flowed through the house to the doorway where they were both standing. Lee smiled broadly. Wordlessly, she opened the door so Sara could come in. She shut the door and leaned against it, still smiling. Her eyes asked the question that her mouth wouldn’t trust itself with. Sara answered it by reaching over to her, sliding her hand down her side and across cupping her ass. Her other hand rubbed her breast and slid up her neck, pushing her neck up and meeting her lips with it. Sara could smell Lee’s breath, honey-like as she met her lips. They kissed, slowly at first, running their hands over each other as their tongues explored each others mouth. Lee reached for her sweater and tunneled under it with her slightly cold hands, Sara giggled at the shock. She found her bra and undid it. Sara’s sizable breasts popped forth under the sweater and Lee massaged them to points. She smiled and pushed the shirt up to look at them. Lee gasped as she pulled down the purple lace bra to uncover them. “They are so excited…” she said. Sara pushed the left one forward suggestively and Lee nodded, bending to take it in her mouth. It was Sara’s turn to gasp as she was sucked and prodded with Lee’s tongue. She opened her circles to included the whole breast and then moved to the other one as soon as she nilüfer escort bayan revealed it. Sara was finding it harder and harder to keep standing, she dug her feet in further apart for more support. Lee took this as an invitation to work lower and busied the fingers of her right hand with burrowing under Sara’s skirt, her hands were no longer cold. Sara whimpered slightly and Lee stopped. What, baby? she asked.

Sara looked embarrassed as she told her it was hard to stand and experience the pleasure she was receiving. Lee bit her lip and apologized for being thoughtless and asked her if the couch would be okay. Sara nodded but suggested the bedroom because it was where she really wanted to be. Lee blushed, took her hand and lead her upstairs to the bedroom, they passed the room where the music was coming from and continued. Sara liked the rhythm of the music and didn’t want it to be turned off anyway. The bed was huge and covered is sheets, blankets and pillows in dark colors, it looked inviting. Lee sat her down on the edge of the bed, got a pillow and placed it on the hardwood floor, then kneeled. Sara leaned forward, offering her breasts after she had taken off the sweater and opened her legs to accommodate Lee’s body. They kissed again and Lee rubbed her back. When they broke, she asked Sara, “Was this better?” Sara nodded and kissed her again excitedly, opening herself further. Lee cupped both breasts together and sucked them both, making Sara cry and bite her lip. Lee’s tongue sucked and teased Sara’s nipples in a manner and patience that no man had ever had with her. Lee’s right hand again worked under her skirt and up her thigh to her wet panties. She heard a giggle from Lee when she reached them and slid her fingers under them to her warm wet pussy. Sara pushed it forward, reaching the edge of the bed with her ass, her legs were wide open now and she wanted anything Lee would give her.

Lee released her breasts and pushed her down into the comfy bed, it was like laying on clouds and she was partially raised so she could see Lee kissing her stomach and working her way down to where she was needed most. Sara closed her eyes and toyed with her nipples half-heartedly, they were already so hard and excited. Lee tugged at her skirt and panties, in turn and got them off gently. Sara giggled, nervous that she was fully exposed and was about to do something she had only dreamed of before. Lee’s fingers entered her first, exploring and caressing her warm wet places. It was tight with need, Sara hadn’t had a boyfriend in a little over a year and it showed. She cried bursa otele gelen escort bayan loudly when Lee’s wet warm little tongue found her clit and wrapped itself around it. Sara spread her legs even farther apart, willing Lee to go deeper, deeper, deeper into her. Offering herself up to her tongue and whatever she wanted to do to her. Sara began to pinch her own nipples harder and cry as Lee sped up the tempo of her thrusts. Each one fully in and out of Sara’s hot wet pussy, each time making more wetness so when she reached the deepest she could thrust her fingers her cream oozed from her greedy hole. Sara rocked to the rhythm Lee created from the music that floated through from the den across the hall. She began to moan as her point of pleasure gathered itself under and inside of her. Lee’s tongue sucked at her clit gently, nurturing it with soft strokes while the pressure kept her erect and wanting more. She was so fucking wet and ready now, it was going to happen any moment now…and it stopped.

Sara opened her eyes and looked at Lee, who was standing before her. Her body thrumbed with the impending orgasm, still the wetness flowed out of her in a steady small stream. Lee undressed slowly and reached a hand down for Sara to pick her up. She did so easily, Sara was like a wet towel and shocked at the interruption. Sorry, Lee mumbled and positioned herself on the pillow sitting, with her legs wide open and Sara’s feet between them. Sara put her feet under Lee’s knees and allowed herself to be guided onto her tongue. It was hard to stand up but she managed as Lee’s warm wetness prodded her clit again and her fingers found their way once again to her deepest wet areas. Lee slipped her tongue into her finger’s place as she worked her fingers into her own excited pussy, finger-fucking herself. They fell into the old rhythm and Lee alternated between Sara’s feverish wet hole and her swollen clit as she kept up working on herself. Sara lost control and bucked her hips so Lee could push her tongue deeper deeper deeper and cried as she came onto her prodding warmth in a flood of wetness. Lee took it all in and licked it up gratefully as Sara shook with the effort of standing and coming at the same time. Sara closed her eyes and felt the rhythm that Lee was keeping in herself, soon she was whimpering in the force of coming herself.

Sara opened her eyes and looked down at Lee’s come and sweat-drenched face, she smiled back at her while she licked her fingers. “Thank you” she said breathlessly to Lee. “Thank you,” she said back. Then they both jumped as Lee’s husband boomed, “I thought I would find you two here!!” Sara fell on the bed in shock and seated herself with Lee underneath her leaning against the mattress. He was smiling and had an erection sticking out from his pants. There was no knowing how long he had been there but it seemed like awhile…

Oh no, here we go again, thought Sara and how right she was.

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The evening that construction completed on my home spa, I invited the new girl at my gym over to be pampered. For the last two weeks, I had been pushing the construction crew to hurry it along, ever since the first day she walked into my yoga class. She caught my eye immediately as she positioned her mat right next to mine.

Twenty-something, platinum blonde hair that stopped just above her perfect, palm-sized, perky breasts. Her soft pink yoga tank and pants clung so tightly to her toned body they sculpted her firm, round ass. Her nails had been manicured, her skin was soft, and she wore my favorite VS body spray.

As she bent over to get into the first pose, I stood there, lost in a fantasy, tugging on those hard nipples with my face buried in her ass, right there in class. When I realized everyone else were down on their mats while I stood there like an idiot, I recovered by pretending to find my diamond stud earring in my sports bra.

After our workout, I invited her to join me for a massage and was pleased when she agreed. During our conversation, I learned her name was Misti; she was 23, and just relocated to Santa Ana from Minnesota for an internship. She was far from home, alone, and eager to accept my friendship.

That evening, the cameras showed her approaching the gate at precisely 9 p.m. as instructed. Good girl, I thought to myself; I won’t have to punish you later for not being prompt.

Not wanting to appear pompous, I relieved the house staff after dinner and eagerly answered the door myself to greet her. To my excitement, she wore a tight, black, flared, mini dress and open-toed stiletto heels; she had great legs. Fuck, I wanted to strip her naked and taste her young pussy right there. However, since I wanted to take my time with her, I controlled myself for the moment.

Instead, I escort bayan made us a mixed drink and took her on a tour of the house, skipping the room, Sasha stays in when I don’t require her services and my bedroom suites. When we toured the media and entertainment room, I poured us another drink, this time stronger than the last, and I grabbed a couple of bottles of Fireball.

“Are you ready to see paradise?”

I took her hand and led her to the backyard and down the path leading to the bathhouse. She and I both had a pretty good buzz going and were getting along like old friends. I had to stop myself from running my fingers over her pretty little lips a couple of times. Just looking at her made me fucking crazy. I knew my husband was going to love her, but I wanted her first.

I led her into the building and down to the women’s powder room. There was a stocked bar along the far wall and relaxing meditation music playing quietly in the background. I made us another drink, and we sat on the chaise in front of the marble fireplace to talk. I was feeling quite uninhibited and confident after my fourth cocktail and could tell her nerves were settling as well.

“Have you ever been with a woman,” I asked her, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.

She blushed, seemingly shy, then answered “once.”

“Tell me more,” I insisted.

“Right before college, my best friend and I got drunk,” she said. “After I passed out, I awoke to her kissing my nipples. When I started to protest, she slid a finger inside of me and said, don’t tell me you don’t want this; you are dripping wet. So I closed my eyes and let her continue fingering me and sucking on my breasts until I came so hard that I got my sheets wet. The next day we acted as nothing happened and never mentioned it again.”

She had been altıparmak escort bayan looking down while she told me her story. I cupped her chin in my hand and raised her head so that her eyes met mine; she was still a little red from embarrassment.

“I have been as wet as you were in that story since you walked in,” I said to her. “I have wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you in Yoga class, and I always get what I want.” She looked a bit nervous as she nodded her head in agreement.

As if I had planned it, Sasha appeared with another round of drinks.

“Misty, this is Sasha. Sasha belongs to me; she does what I tell her. While you are my guest, she will do as you tell her as well.”

“Yes, mam,” Sasha answered and got down on her knees, awaiting her orders.

“I want a few minutes alone with Misty in the bathhouse. Fetch my husband and bring him down into the men’s changing room. Run him a hot shower, give him a good massage, and suck his cock until I tell you to bring him in with me.

Misty is a surprise, so don’t mention it, or I will have to spank you in front of him again. And don’t let him cum. Just a good tease with your mouth and throat,”

Sasha nodded in agreement and disappeared from the room.

I stood up and removed my dress and then took Misty’s hand and stood her up in front of me.

“Remove your clothing, not your heels.

Now feel how wet you have made me.

Put your finger in your mouth and taste what you do to me.”

As she removed her finger from her mouth, I grabbed it and put it into my mouth and sucked the saliva from it. Then I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth to mine. Her lips parted with mine as I slid my tongue into her mouth, and she kissed back. I inserted one, then nilüfer eskort two fingers into her pleasantly tight pussy. She was so fucking wet. She moaned loudly while taking my fingers inside her. I removed my fingers and put them in her mouth. She hungrily sucked every bit of her pussy from them before I shoved them back inside her.

We kissed aggressively again before I moved down to her beautiful palm-sized perky breasts. Her nipples were hard. My tongue teased each nipple before I took them into my mouth and sucked on them, giving both breasts attention. I fingered her more aggressively, feeling her tighten against them. I moved my other hand to her neck and held firmly, fingering her deeper and harder until she was quivering, and her orgasm spilled out onto my hand. This time I licked my fingers, tasting her sweet juices.

I got us both a robe and took her into the bathroom.

It was a massive room with an Olympic sized pool in the middle. There were two pillars in the middle of the water with fire pits atop them and water flowing back down into the pool. Two giant lion statues were sitting on each side to guard the water that stayed a constant eighty-five degrees. Greek statues aligned the walls, constructed from marble that extended to the floor, and a glass ceiling allowed the moonlight to shine into the room.

“Go clean yourself off,” I instructed, and she went into the water.

“Now come and sit next to me,” I ordered, and she listened.

“I am going to eat your pussy soon, and then I am going to watch my husband fuck you for a while before I fuck Sashas ass with that large strap on over there,” I pointed.

“You may order her to do whatever you desire, and she will obey. I would like for her to sit on your face while you are being fucked so he can lick her asshole and get it ready for me.

Does all of that scare you?” I asked.

“Yes, but I am willing to try,” she answered quietly.

“Good girl, now come and lay between my legs and start licking my pussy. My fucking clit is throbbing. I will tell you what to do if you need me too.”

To be continued

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****** Please Read This First *******

I know, I know, I usually don’t bother with the disclaimer bits either. Blah, blah, blah, over 18, blah, blah, blah, don’t read if easily offended, blah, blah, blah. But, just this once, please bear with me and read this one.

Firstly, this is final chapter and the story will only make sense if you read it from the start. If you haven’t already done so then I sincerely urge you stop and go to chapter one. It will be better that way, honest.

Secondly, this is a work of fiction and all the characters are completely fictional. In particular, one of the main characters is Princess Charlotte who is, according to chapter one, “about tenth in line for the throne”. Now, in real life, there can only be one person who holds that position but this story is not real life and it’s definitely not about her.

Princess Charlotte is not a real person and any resemblance is purely coincidental. Before I get carted off to live out what is left of the rest of my life in the Tower Of London, I want to stress that this story is set in a parallel universe where Britain has a very different Royal family with a very different line of succession.

Thirdly, briefly but importantly, my heartfelt thanks to all those who have helped so much. Especial mention must go, in no particular order, to V and OneWhoAdores for help along the way.

Fourthly, not much sex in this one. Enough, in my opinion, to keep it out of ‘non-erotic’ but if your looking for no holds barred red hot girl-on-girl… not this time. If that’s what you’re after, look elsewhere.

Lastly, this is a story of deception and subterfuge. Most of the characters have at least two names, many three or even four. To help the reader keep track each chapter will start with a dramatis personae.

The list for this chapter is:-

*Andrea, a journalist, masquerading as Emma Pearson from Paarl
*Tamsin, another journalist, masquerading as Emma Pearson’s sub, Susan
*Angus, editor of the newspaper often called by its nickname, the Daily Sleaze
*Tim Ewing, legal advisor to the Daily Sleaze
*Princess Charlotte, a princess, known to her friends as Charlie.

Enjoy the story

*****

“Fan-fucking-tastic!” Angus exclaimed as he looked through the photos Andrea had taken. “This is it, this is the biggest story you or I are ever going to break. Look at this one,” he pointed at a picture of the captured prey corralled in the sheep pen, “all lined up, pretty maids all in a row. Couldn’t ask for better than this. That one, that’s the princess, and these others.”

“That’s Barbara Abercrombie, and that one’s Zoe Fitzwarren, and that’s…”

“Zoe Fitzwarren, isn’t she the one who’s married to some guy down in Herefordshire but having an affair with Georgina McDonald?”

“That’s the one. OK, so I know we’re leading with the royal angle but there are lots of other high society name here. We’re really going to rock some boats.”

Tamsin looked on but her feelings had a lot more to do with shame than pride. She had known all along that this moment was coming but now that they were actually about to publish… she knew she would never really be able to live with herself ever again. It had been so easy to despise these people when they had just been names in the society columns but, now that she had got to meet them, to know them, they had all turned out to be quite normal. Yes, there was more than an air of spoilt little rich bitch among some of them, Felicity and Barbara sprang instantly to mind, but then, were they really any the worse than the kids she had grown up with, the ones from the estates?

And right at the heart of all her thoughts was Princess Charlotte who she would now forever think of as Charlie. Tamsin recalled the story, the one she still hadn’t told Angus or Andrea, the story of Jocasta and why Charlie so hated the press. In a few more days Charlie was going to have yet more reasons for her hatred and the fact that it would be her hand on the knife that was about to be plunged into Charlie’s back filled Tamsin with self loathing.

Tamsin thought back to twenty four hours earlier, Sunday morning, waking up with Charlie and Roberta and the air of embarrassment that had filled the bedroom. Roberta, suffering from a monumental hangover, had only partial memories of the previous evening and couldn’t stop apologising for, as she put it, her outrageous behaviour. Charlie and Tamsin worked hard to reassure her that it was all OK but Roberta was hard to console.

Meanwhile, despite, or was that because of, their previous intimacy, Charlie and Tamsin were both more than a trifle awkward with each other. Charlie was struggling with her guilt as she laboured under the impression that, even when allowances were made for club nights, she had spent the previous night making love to a married woman. It wasn’t the physical acts that, in retrospect, seemed so wrong; they were part and parcel of the games they played. Rather it was the emotional closeness, gorukle escort the evident feeling of attraction between them, that seemed to stray far too far into forbidden territory. Tamsin’s guilt, on the other hand, had been all about the lies, the pretence, the falsehoods and she was already feeling remorse for the blow she had yet to strike.

So, although all three of them tried their very hardest to put the best face on things, they had not wanted to drag things out any further than necessary and, leaving Charlie to reassure Roberta that no one was thinking any the less of her, Tamsin had made her way back to her bedroom.

When she got there, of course, she had found Andrea still fast asleep with Frances and Maggie lying either side of her. She had slipped through to the en-suite and put on the dressing gown she discovered hanging on the back of the door. However, when she had emerged, she had found that, quiet as she had been, she had indeed woken the sleepers. By comparison, here it had all been giggles about how much fun they had all had and expressed hopes that, maybe next year, tables might be turned.

“I’m sure you two will want a cuddle before breakfast,” Maggie had said as an excuse to leave. She and Frances slipped out from under the covers and, after some fond farewells, returned to their rooms. The door had hardly closed before Andrea had started gloating. Her mood a stark and vivid contrast to Tamsin’s.

But, if thinking back brought with it far too much raw emotion, far too much that was unresolved, far too much that probably never would be resolved, that didn’t stop Tamsin from endlessly playing it all back in her mind, searching for meanings, searching for a way out.

“Tamsin! Tamsin! For fuck’s sake, pay attention. Now, this is far too big for the Daily Sleaze, we’re going make this the front page of the Sleaze On Sunday, as big a splash as possible, well take up practically all of it except the sports pages. This means we’re going to need plenty of copy, not just the juicy stuff, plenty of background. You tell me that this all dates back to when they were in school together. Imply much more, make it up if you have to. ‘Sources close to the princess’ sort of thing. With the photos we’ve got we can get away with practically anything.

“In the meantime, do not forget, this is still top, top secret. You’re to tell no one, no one at all, not your best friend, not your lover, not your lover’s best friend, no one. The only people who are to know that this story even exists are the three of us in this room and Tim Ewing from the legal department.

“Because of this I don’t want you floating around the office where any Tom, Dick or Harry might catch a glimpse of what you’re working on. You’re to go back to the Mayfair flat and do everything from there. I’ll drop by from time to time and see how you’re getting on. For starters you can give me five thousand words by the end of play today. I’ll go through the pictures and decide which ones we can use for publishing and which we keep in the bank, so to speak and, when I come over this evening, we’ll see how we can tie them together. Talking about the pictures, I want notes on each and every one of them listing where and when it was taken and exactly who is in them. Make sure there are no mistakes. We may be able to get away with sly innuendo in the text but we can’t afford to put a foot wrong on the photos. Now, are there any questions? Good, off you go then and I’ll drop by around six or seven this evening.”

They headed off for the Mayfair flat and, when they got there, set up their laptops on the kitchen table. It was agreed between them that Andrea would write the story while Tamsin would go through the pictures identifying who was in each one.

And that, in itself, was a painful task. Tamsin carefully studied each and every photo, listing the participants along with where and when it was taken. But the people in the photos weren’t just participants, they were people, real people, that, to some extent, she had got to know and who had become, in some small way, her friends. There, for example was Felicity Ambrose all dressed up in pony gear from the session down at Patience Armitage’s stables. She still saw Felicity as a feckless airhead, a hooray Henrietta, the very epitome of everything she had despised so much about the upper classes. However, in real life, Felicity had never been anything other than completely friendly and there wasn’t an ounce of harm in her. Similarly, Barbara Abercrombie, Felicity’s friend, companion, and probably lover, was, again, as shallow as a puddle but, still fundamentally harmless and never less than welcoming.

Similarly it was all too easy to write off Lady Mary as a bossy cow, the sort who endlessly wanted to run everybody’s lives but, in the end, wasn’t she just lonely? Wasn’t she just wishing to hang on to her school days, still trying to be head girl, trying to gee the team up, trying to recapture the camaraderie that was fast fading? altıparmak eskort bayan For all that some of her attitudes came out of the Ark they came from ignorance, not malice.

And there was Roberta Frogmorton, whose air of bossy competence had come crashing down, who had revealed this as a thin and fragile mask that had completely failed to hide the very real pain within. Alongside her was Georgina McDonald, who had clearly married for money, not love and, as a result, ended up as laird of large chunks of Scotland, properly addressed as the Lady Luid. However, if there was a villain in that particular story then surely that role went to her husband who had defrauded thousands of pensioners and run away to Venezuela with their savings. In contrast, Tamsin’s lasting memory of Georgina would be the gentle way she had helped Roberta, diplomatically ensuring the minimum of hurt or fuss to all concerned. She was a good woman in a crisis, the sort anyone would want as a friend.

And there, from the pony club afternoon, were pictures of Patience Armitage and Sally McIntosh, looking just so with Sally in full pony gear and Patience at the reins. Angus had rejected this one outright commenting that “Daily Sleaze readers would only want pictures of pretty girls, not an ugly lump of lard like that. Why, she hasn’t even got decent tits”. Tamsin, who had got to know Sally quite well, thought she looked rather sweet. Moreover, however unconventional their relationship, there was a real love and partnership between them. They showed a level of respect and understanding missing from many more conventional couples and, if their relationship was a shade unusual, it was none the worse for it. What is more, while, for the others, the D/s aspects of their games, the whole goddess and handmaiden thing, was a hangover from dorm games at school, for Patience and Sally it was a serious and central part of their relationship. They weren’t playing at it, they were living it.

But all these thoughts were all a mere bagatelle besides her confused emotions over Charlie. Charlie was, of course, the main focus of the story and the bulk of the pictures featured her. There she was, time and time again, looking so… looking so everything.

The photos fell into two groups. On the one hand there were the pictures from Bedfordshire, from the puppy show where Charlie had looked so prim, so proper, and so much the perfect puppy mistress. There was nothing much they could use here. Andrea had still been learning the art of concealed photography so many of the shots were clumsy and ill framed. Moreover, there were no shots featuring Charlie in an overtly sexual context. Tamsin, on the other hand, felt that some of these showed Charlie at her best. There was one in particular that was so perfect that Tamsin, despite Angus’s strict rules on the matter, just had to copy it to her personal thumbdrive.

In stark contrast there were the pictures from Scotland. There was Charlie during lunch in the garden completely naked but looking calm and relaxed. Another showed Charlie corralled with the others in the sheep pen, again, relaxed and enjoying herself. And then, although the lighting was worse as Andrea obviously hadn’t been able to use flash, there was Charlie and herself, making out on the hearth rug.

But there was one shot, one taken while they were applying the sunscreen, which showed Charlie and herself standing, face to face and there was something in their eyes, something that… It would never be used for the story. It wasn’t particularly sexy; they still had their panties on and it was just two semi naked women looking at each other but, it too was surreptitiously copied.

By the end of Wednesday they were all but ready to go to print. They sent the story off to Tim for his final approval and, in the meanwhile, all they could do was wait. They had had a phone call from Lady Mary wondering if they would be available that weekend but Andrea had fobbed her off with some excuse about looking at prospective kennels out in Gloucestershire. They finished off the day with yet another conference with Angus who reluctantly agreed that, with their work done, they could take themselves home. Although they were to keep their phones with them at all times, Thursday and Friday would be well earned days of rest before the bombshell dropped at the weekend.

CRASH!!!

Tamsin woke with a start. Still half asleep she was finding herself in the middle of some sort of nightmare. Her diminutive bedroom was full of men in riot gear, each and every one of them apparently waving guns around and shouting at her. Behind them the remains of the bedroom door hung in a splintered mess showing how they had entered. The shouting continued as, working as a well oiled team, they hauled her out of bed and a black canvas bag was thrust over her head. Her arms were tugged behind her back and, judging by the tight lines that held her, her wrists were bound with cable ties. Similar nilüfer eskort bayan ties were fastened around her ankles, she was hauled over someone’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes, manhandled into a van and, completely terrified, whisked away.

When the van finally pulled to a halt the shouting started again. Still bound and hooded, they manhandled her out of the van and, quite literally, threw her into a cell and, for what seemed like hours, she lay on a hard concrete floor, freezing cold and unable to move. She had long ago given up screaming, pleading, sobbing, begging and all the other things that they completely ignored. She now understood the phrase ‘shitting yourself with fear’ as, somewhere along the line, she had soiled herself. They had made no concessions towards this; she now lay in her own filth and could do nothing about it. Then the cell door opened, she was picked up, her ankles were freed and, still with her wrists bound and still hooded, she was half marched, half dragged to a room where she was sat on a chair. Her wrists were freed, only to be refastened to the arms of the chair and, at last, the bag was removed from her head.

“Tamsin Phillips?”

“Yes. What’s happening? What’s this all about. Please, you’ve got the wrong woman.”

“Is this you?”

A photograph was thrust in front of her. I was indeed her in the photo but she didn’t know any of the others. Suffice it to say that they had a middle eastern look about them. In despair she nodded. They hadn’t got the wrong woman.

“And what about the others? This one here for example.”

“I don’t know them. I don’t know who they are.”

“The photos say otherwise. The photos say you know them very well indeed.” More photographs were put in front of her. Photos that showed her getting increasingly intimate, photos that showed her…. “Is that how you get your kicks, Miss Phillips, giving blow jobs to terrorists?”

“But these are fakes! They’re doctored; that’s not me. I’ve never met these people.”

“You’re lying! We have sources, very good sources, that show that you’re deeply involved with these people. We have evidence linking you to plots to bomb several major London tourist attractions. We have the photos, Miss Phillips, we have the photos. Now, why don’t you tell me all about your little friends and what they get up to when you’re not letting them fuck you.”

“But these photos, they’re not me. They’re false. You have to believe me. You have to believe me.”

“And why should I believe you? Why, when all the evidence points to you being deeply involved in acts of terrorism. Scum like you should be wiped off the streets of London and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

“But they’re faked. Please, you have to believe me, they’re faked.”

“Is that the best you can come up with. Maybe be you need more time to think things over. We have all the time in the world and, trust me on this, you’re going nowhere until you’ve told us everything you know.”

“But I don’t know anything. You’ve got to believe me.”

“Take her away.”

And Tamsin was, once again, hooded, bound and returned to her cell.

Time seemed to enter a new dimension. Tamsin really couldn’t tell if she was there for minutes, hours or days. They kept noises going, screams, shouting, dogs barking, cell doors slamming shut, and, all the while, she had no idea whether they were real of faked. It did mean that she didn’t get a moment’s rest. Three more times she was taken for ‘interrogation’ although, if she hadn’t been so petrified with fear, she might have gleaned that they didn’t seem to be that interested in her answers. More it was a matter of piling on the ‘evidence’, evidence that she was deeply involved in some sort of Middle East terrorism. Their constant refrain was “we’ve got the photos. The photos don’t lie, Miss Phillips.”

As she lay on the had cold floor of the cell she was kept in she had plenty of time to think about the photos. They were, on the face of it, completely convincing. They looked like hard and fast evidence, evidence that would convict her of terrorist crimes, evidence that could and would put her in prison for a long, long time. Their phrase, ‘the photos don’t lie’, echoed in her head. But they did lie, but they did, but they did.

The bag over her head was wet with her tears.

And then, suddenly, it was over. Still hooded and bound she was, once again, bundled into a van and driven away. When the van finally stopped she was manhandled out and put on the floor. Her wrists were freed, the hood removed and, as she lay there blinking in the light, she saw her captors leaving through the splintered remains of her own front door.

Her first action had to be cleaning up; first herself and then her flat. She was still in her badly soiled pyjamas and, after wedging the remains of her front door closed, getting under a shower was her top priority. She let the water cascade over her, trying to come to terms with what had happened to her. She was scared, really scared and, it would appear, with good reason. Eventually she had used all the hot water so she emerged from the shower, put on an old tracksuit and started picking up. Jim, an old friend, came round and fixed her front door for her and was fobbed off with a story about being burgled.

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It was altogether too quiet and that made me suspicious. Heathers friend had told her that she had some bras for her, so they went back to the bedroom to get them. Heather is my wife and her friend was named Tracy.

About five minutes later I noticed no sound coming from the bedroom. Knowing my wife that made me wonder, so I very quietly walked back to the open door.

There stood Heather and Tracy. Both were topless at that point and Heather was gently kissing her way down toward Tracy’s big tits and nipples. Tracy was the only black friend we had at the time and the sight was fascinating. I’d never seen interracial lesbians before and when Heather captured one stiff nipple between her lips, I heard Tracy moan softly.

My wife was concentrating on pleasuring her friend then. I watched her switch back and forth between those tits in front of her. Heather would lick the nipple gently, then suck it into her mouth. I watched her knowing that her tongue would tease them before she gently nipped them with her teeth. Tracy was holding her head gently, pressing my wife’s face to her DD tits. I saw Heather’s hands then reach around her to caress her ass before one hand slowly slipped into her jeans, reaching down for her friends pussy.

My wife’s hand was moving and when it came out of Tracy’s jeans I could see the shine on her fingers. Heather smiled at her friend and popped those fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean and getting a good first taste of Tracy.

That’s when she saw me of course. She smiled my way, then leaned up to whisper to Tracy. Tracy nodded and Heather immediately asked, “Want to have some fun Mike?”

So that afternoon I ended up naked with two girls on the bed. Tracy was face down in Heather’s pussy, her tongue making her cum while I fucked her for the very first time. This wasn’t unusual for my wife and me, but that afternoon for the first time I found myself wondering where she’d eventually stop.

Heather had a lot to learn when she lost her virginity to me one fall evening. She was 20 at the time and she climbed on me and slid my cock home I found myself marveling at this wild woman in the making. She was racing toward trying anything and everything then. Just days before after our first date I’d been taking her home when she looked over at me and surprised me.

“It’s too early to go home. Let’s go parking.”

So we did. She ended up naked that night, leaning over my lap and sucking my cock. My fingers were teasing her clit as she took me to the edge and beyond, getting her first mouthful of hot sticky cum.

She wasn’t bad, and when I shot that load she swallowed every drop, coming up smiling. I was catching my breath as I heard her say, “There’s one first out of the way.”

I’d been happily surprised by that but she had more for me. She grabbed my hand and brought my sticky fingers to her mouth, sucking them right in to clean them up.

Months later we married and set up housekeeping in the small town I’d lived in as a kid. We were kid free at the time and after a while we found out we were going to stay that way. Heather wondered why she wasn’t getting pregnant, so a visit to the doctor was in order. He gave us bad news. Heather couldn’t get pregnant. We worked our way through that little bombshell and as we were talking about it one night in bed I said to her, “Well, if we ever have someone over for a threesome you’ll not have to wonder who’s kid it is.”

I meant it as a joke, but that fascinated her. She rolled over toward me, her DD tits pressing against my body as she reached under the covers to find my always hard cock. I loved the feeling of her hand slowly stroking my shaft, and watched the blankets moving slowly as she did.

“Would you really want to see that Mike?”

“I’d love to, but only if you want to do it. I’m not going to push you into something you don’t want to try.”

I didn’t really have to. I knew she’d be curious, and soon she’d be fantasizing about just that. Given the amount of porn we’d picked up (at her request) and her stash of vibrators, I didn’t doubt at all that eventually someone was going to be joining us.

Her voice was soft in my ear as she purred, “Tell me how it would happen.”

“Simple. I’d invite a friend over and knowing you we’d never even get out of the living room.” She giggled, knowing I was right. When she was in the mood we rarely did. The couch was huge and we fucked on it more times than we had in bed at that point.

“So what I imagine is him walking in. After you shut the door, your robe drops, giving him a perfect view of that hot body. Anyway, with him being the guest and all, he’d have first crack at that hot pussy of yours.”

She surprised me then. “Do you think I really want that? What if I only want to be with you and no one else?”

I hadn’t thought of that escort bayan bursa and after looking at her face I didn’t believe it. I laughed myself then.

“Yeah, right. You’re practically drooling right now thinking of that.” I started teasing her nipples then. “Tell me you wouldn’t love to be on all fours, sucking my cock while another slammed deep into you.”

“I didn’t say that. I just wondered. So do you fantasize about another guy fucking me very often?”

*Not really. To be honest it’s usually another woman joining us in my fantasies.”

“Now there’s an interesting thought. But again, what makes you think I’d be interested?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Possibly the way you immediately suck my cock clean every time we fuck. Don’t tell me you’re doing that just to be nice.”

She smiled enigmatically. “So which one of your friends would fuck me? I’m curious.”

I answered her by picking up my phone and calling someone right away. “It’s Sean.” I handed my phone to her. “Tell him what you want dear.”

She put the phone to her ear and listened. “Voicemail.” Then I heard her say, “Sean, it’s Heather. Mike’s wife. If you’re free I want you to come over and have your way with me.”

She hung up and I shook my head. “That was pitiful. Call him again and be blunt about it.”

She tapped his number again and this time said, “Heather again Sean. Let me be more specific. I want you to come over and fuck me while I’m sucking my husband’s cock. Call me if you get a chance.”

She handed my phone back then. “Better?”

“That was perfect.” I laid my phone aside and Heather climbed on top of me, sliding down my hard cock. She was still riding away when my phone started vibrating fifteen minutes later. I handed it to her and she answered.

“Hello?” She smiled broadly. “Well hello Sean.” She paused and then said, “No I wasn’t kidding. Can you come over?” I waited patiently for his answer. Heather smiled again then. “See you in fifteen minutes.”

She rode me hard then, coming all over my cock before getting off and sliding it into her mouth. Once I was cleaned up we both grabbed our robes and went to wait.

Sean was early, and Heather let him in smiling. Once the door closed though she did exactly what I’d mentioned. She dropped her robe and turned to face him.

Sean’s eyes widened and he pulled off his shirt, tossing it over with her robe. Heather stopped him then. “Let me do the rest please.”

She knelt and undid his jeans, sliding them down to reveal a nice hard cock. I watched her as she first filled her hand with it and then sucked it into that hot little mouth.

She stood up with a strange look on her face then headed over to me. She pulled my robe open then and knelt in front of me, leaning on my thighs. I watched my friend get into position. When he grabbed her hips and his moved forward her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open. I knew right then he’d buried his cock deep inside her.

As he started fucking Heather she leaned down, sucking my cock right down her throat. That was a sure sign she was incredibly turned on. Heather didn’t usually deep throat.

For the next half hour we spit roasted my wife. Heather came time and time again shaking as she did. Finally Sean did the same, filling her up with cum. I wasn’t far behind, and before he pulled out I’d shot my load into that eager mouth of hers.

We made small talk as he dressed, getting ready to head back to his place. When he left Heather turned to me with a broad grin.

“Mike, that was fucking amazing! I loved it!”

“I figured you would. But what was that strange look on your face when you sucked his cock?”

She blushed. I wasn’t used to seeing my wife do that. Finally she said, “I think he did his girlfriend before coming over.”

It took me a minute to get that. When I did though I only had one thing to say.

“Congratulations dear! You just tasted someone else’s pussy for the first time. So how was it?”

She answered by taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom. Heather laid back, her legs spread wide.

“Fuck me Mike! Fuck me now!”

I did, making her cum again. Eventually I added my load to the one that hot pussy had already taken. I completely forgot about her tasting someone else, at least for a while.

As she cuddled up next to me that night she asked, “Are we going to do this again sometime?”

I nodded. “Any time you want dear. There’s just one rule. We do this together, not apart. Doing it together isn’t cheating since we’re both there.”

A few days later Heather had an interesting question for me.

“How would you feel about wife swapping Mike?”

I looked at her completely stunned. “What the hell are you talking about?”

She hemmed and hawed for a moment before she told me.

“I was talking bursa sinirsiz eskort to Melissa today and told her about our little experiment the other night. She and her husband are playing too, only they’re looking to trade wives for a night. What do you think of that?”

Melissa and her husband were roughly our age and lived a few houses down from us. One of my favorite summer sights was Melissa out sunbathing in the yard. She really took the shape out of the skimpy bikini she wore for that. I couldn’t think about that right then though. I had to answer my wife’s question.

“I don’t know dear. It sounds interesting, but that kind of breaks the rules we set doesn’t it? How would it work?”

“From what she said, we’d just trade husbands for a night. I’d go down there and she’d come down here.”

I could see from the look on her face she was turned on by the idea. I wasn’t sure though and voiced my concerns.

“I like the idea, but it breaks the rules we set.” I looked at the excitement on her face and asked, “Do you want to do this dear? Even knowing we’re stepping outside the boundaries?”

“I kind of like the idea too. We’re not really breaking the rules you know. We’re just bending them slightly. Even though we’re not in the same place we both know about it and about what’s going on.” She thought for a moment and then said, “To answer your question, yes. I’d like to try it. And I think you’d enjoy it too. But it’s up to you.”

I could see her point and knew one thing. If I didn’t agree to it, eventually she’d get so curious that she’d try it without me. I knew that without a doubt. And besides, that would give me the opportunity to see what was under that skimpy bikini she wore.

I sighed. “I don’t have a choice do I?” Heather looked puzzled. “If I say no, you’re going to wonder about it from now on. And I can see you eventually being so intrigued by it you’d do it without me.” Heathers face flushed, but she didn’t correct me. “When did you two plan this for? And don’t bother to tell me you haven’t.”

She couldn’t meet my eyes then. I knew I’d nailed it even before she said, “Ten tonight. That’s when she’s coming down.”

“When you tell her it’s on, make sure you tell her to wear her bikini. I really want to see that come off.”

My wife smiled, going outside to make the call. The evening passed slowly until ten. Right on the dot the doorbell rang.

Heather opened the door, letting Melissa in. Sure enough she was wearing that bikini. Both of us took in the sight up close. Melissa spoke first that night. She looked at my wife and said, “I’m glad you got this arranged.” She put her arms around my wife then and Heather did the same expecting a hug.

Melissa kissed her though, her tongue sliding into Heather’s mouth. Heather froze, all except her mouth of course. I saw her mouth open and their tongues sliding across each others.

Melissa let her go smiling. Heather left immediately, heading down to the neighbors place for the night. Melissa watched her go smiling at me. “She’s something else you know.”

Looking her over I agreed adding, “So are you.” I shut the door behind her and turned to see that incredible body in that skimpy bikini. “I feel sorry for your husband though.”

“Oh really? Why’s that?”

“Because after that kiss she’s gonna tear him apart.” Melissa laughed at that.

“I didn’t know your wife was into women.” I shrugged. “That makes two of us I guess. I’d hoped, but it never came up really.”

She moved closer to me. “I can tell you Mike, she’s into it. She may not have mentioned it yet, but she is. If she weren’t she wouldn’t have kissed me like that.”

We spent the rest of the night fucking like there was no tomorrow. The sun was coming up when she slipped back into her suit and headed home.

Heather was home a few minutes later. She climbed into bed and we both fell asleep, waking up that afternoon. Heather panicked seeing me at home and shook me awake. After waking up I laughed at her.

“I’m on vacation dear. Remember?”

We got up and headed to the living room to talk and watch some TV. A movement caught my eye and I glanced outside, my jaw dropping.

A teenage redhead was walking by then. She was wearing a pair of cutoff overalls. What caught my eye was that was all she was wearing. The bib top barely covered a pair of tits as big as my wife’s.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I heard Heather laugh at my reaction. “Who the hells that?”

“That’s John and Sandy’s kid. Her names Ann, and she’s home from college for the summer.”

I could see those massive tits of hers almost to the nipples as she walked by. Turning back to Heather I smiled.

“I think it’s time for another threesome dear. I think she’s the one.”

Heather just laughed at me. escort bayan “Yeah, right. She’s way out of your league.”

I knew that. “That’s why it’s going to be up to you to seduce her dear.” My wife stepped in front of me, watching her incredible display of flesh. I reached up and cupped Heather’s tits, finding rock hard nipples there.

I whispered in her ear then. “You know what I’d love to see? I’d love to watch you two in a hot 69. Then I’d crawl up on the bed and fuck her right over your face. You’d have a close up view.”

Heather actually moaned at that. She turned her head to me then. “I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t promise Mike.”

I pulled her clothes off right there and fucked her on the couch. Both of us were imagining the new girl joining in, so neither of us lasted very long.

I jumped in the shower and came out to find my wife sitting in the front yard talking to that very girl. I couldn’t hear what they were saying of course but they were both enjoying the conversation. When I finally headed out Heather told me, “You should have come out earlier. Ann was here.”

“What did she have to say?”

“Not much. We were talking about college and how her classes were going.”

I nodded. We went into town then, picking up dinner. That night we did our usual and watched TV. When it got dark Heather had me run up to the store uptown for something sweet. I had the craving too, so I headed up, getting there just before they closed.

When I pulled into the garage I saw the door was slightly open. I shrugged, putting it down to me being forgetful. Walking inside I saw Heather sitting naked on the couch.

I heard her soft voice then. “Close the door Mike.”

I did, discovering she wasn’t alone. There stood Ann from across the street, buck naked just like my wife.

Both of them giggled at the shocked look on my face. I was taking in Ann’s body then. Big tits with bright red nipples. A narrow waist and a shaved pussy. I looked back at my wife then who said, “I think it’s time to adjourn to the bedroom. Don’t you?”

I could only nod. I followed two incredible women into the bedroom, staring at their ass the entire time. They collapsed on the bed smiling up at me. Ann spoke then.

“You’re a little overdressed Mike. Why don’t you join us?” My clothes went flying and I joined them both on the bed. Ann was in the middle and reached a soft hand out, wrapping it around my cock.

“You weren’t kidding Heather. I’m going to enjoy this one.”

My wife smiled and caught my eye. Then she leaned over, kissing our guest.

I could see their tongues slipping and sliding over each other. My hand was exploring one of her massive tits then. As I watched I saw Heather do the same.

My wife started kissing her way down Ann’s neck then, working her way down to her other breast. I was fascinated as she paused before licking a nipple and sucking it into her mouth. To be honest I never thought I’d see that, but there she was enjoying another woman’s body right in front of me.

When she moved and started kissing lower she really got my attention. I watched her hot tongue slide lower and lower until finally she moved, laying down between Ann’s spread legs.

She smiled up at me then. “Are you ready for this?” I nodded. “Go for it dear.”

She lowered her head and slipped her tongue into her first pussy. We’d talked about it before so I knew she was doing it exactly the way she wanted it done to her. Ann moaned in pleasure, then gently pulled me over to take me in that hot mouth of hers.

As my wife brought her closer and closer to orgasm with her tongue, Ann lost concentration and I slipped out of her mouth. Her back arched and she moaned loudly, coming all over Heather’s face.

Heather looked up with a satisfied smile, licking her lips as she did. She let Ann catch her breath and then positioned her on top so they could 69.

I watched for a few minutes then got into position myself. I knelt over my wife’s head, watching her tongue tease that hot young pussy in front of her face. With a slight move myself, I brought my cock to that very spot and plunged slowly in.

Feeling my wife’s tongue teasing both of us was a new sensation, and one I loved. Every few strokes I’d pull out and slide into Heather’s mouth, letting her taste our new friend on me before sliding back into Ann.

I fucked that hot pussy hard and fast, all of us coming at pretty much the same time. I slid out of Ann, watching as my wife leaned up to lick her clean.

Ann became our shared girlfriend that summer. I can’t even tell you who got the most from her either. I’d come home to find my wife tongue deep in her sometimes. And of course Heather did the same, finding us fucking on more than one occasion.

All of these memories were running through my head as I pumped my cock into Tracy’s hot pussy. Heather came on her tongue and Tracy came as I exploded deep inside her, filling her up.

We spent the rest of the visit sharing a bed and Tracy. Every night though I wondered if I’d ever find Heather’s boundaries. I’d see more on the way home the next day though.

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This is my story and is also published elsewhere.

*****

It was the picture of Americana in southwest Idaho.

A partly cloudy sky, with more sun than shade. Deep green grass. Horses munching away in the pasture while the kids, whose ages ranged from 2-16, played on the trampoline and playset.

The husbands primarily were under the porch overhang, gathered around the grill, while Osvaldo and his 8 year old son Elliot jokingly played cornhole in the grass.

Their wives were on the furniture on the other end of the porch, doing as women do, keeping an eye on the children for the most part and enjoying their own trials and tribulations. Most of which focused on family dramas, future plans and prices for various groceries.

“Yeah, so what I’d like to do,” Brady said, beginning to flip the burgers from the top left, “is kinda what you did, but I’d like to do 4 rails instead.”

Steve nodded and took a drink of beer from his Payette Brewing Co. bottle. He absentmindedly watched Brady do so, his left thumb tucked into the front pocket of his jeans, shifting his cowboy booted feet to equal distribution instead of one leg being cocked slightly. His slight belly showed his 36 years of age, and while he didn’t like it, and wished he could find the consistent motivation to work out, his wife didn’t mind, and his shirts still fit, including the plain white t-shirt he wore now.

“Yeah I don’t mind the three, but the three inch- I wish I’d of been able to afford the three and a half,” Steve said, shifting the bottle to his left and adjusting his multicam hat on his head, though it needn’t be done. His brown, fade cut hair wasn’t bothering him, it was more just a habit.

“You did your fence yourself?” Jeff asked. He was blond, worked out tons and was wearing a polo, cargo shorts and flip flops.

Steve nodded, “Yeah the little mustang got out suddenly last year, little shit.”

The women meanwhile were discussing flowers.

“I’m so jealous of your little play area Jenny,” Hannah said, taking a sip of her soda.

She was married to Brady, and three of the tikes running around were hers. She was 36, was 5’7″ and 133 pounds. She knew she was attractive, as all the women here were, but her husband appreciated her the most, and that’s exactly the way she prefered it.

They’d been married for well over 10 years, he was the father of all her babies, and they led a great life.

“Well it’s been a lot of work, but yeah, it’s coming together,” Jenny said. “We’ve done a ton of work just to try and keep the weeds away.” Her husband was Steve, and as she finished her sentence she looked over at her man.

They’d been together the longest of the group of six couples, having been dating since junior year of high school, over 18 years prior. They had the second oldest child there, at 15, and the second youngest as well, a three year old girl.

They’d been the ones to leave though, he going into the Army right after high school and finally leaving six years prior, and they’d all reconnected.

Steve was still her king though, and she his queen, as they routinely told each other. Even now, as Heather, a half-asian, half-hispanic woman asked her about the newest berry they’d planted Jenny couldn’t help but think about what her king had done to her last night, and her panties got warm under her flowery, blue, spaghetti-strapped sundress.

Steve noticed her looking at him, and flashed her a smile, giving his queen a fun wink.

And that’s why she couldn’t help but love him. He just did those little kinds of things that other men didn’t with their wives. Sure he had a temper, he played video games, his memory was horrible.

But his positives more than made up for it.

“I’d like to plant blackberries, especially if they have no thorns,” Amanda said, and took a bite of potato salad. She was a short, slightly heavy black haired woman married to Osvaldo.

She looked over and saw her son and husband playing cornhole still, though Jeff and Joe had gone over to play with them. They were married to Heather and Ellen, respectively, to Amanda’s left.

“Yeah me too,” Hannah said, to which the others laughed slightly.

“Bullshit,” Kelly said, “You have too much going on already. Brady would strangle you!”

“Oh he’d be a little upset, but he always cools off,” Hannah said, görükle escort chuckling.

But Jenny couldn’t get the thought out of her mind now. The thought of how Steve had taken extra care to put the baby to bed, to not play Mass Effect, and to take her to bed.

He’d sweetly pulled her jeans off, then nuzzled and licked at her pussy through her panties until she’d cum, THEN he had proceeded to have his way with her, bringing her off several more times before finishing off inside her.

She imagined she could still feel his cum, making her wetter still.

She suddenly looked at the whole situation. At everyone around her and the thought of them getting old, tired, and ending…

“Hannah, watch Claire for me. I’m gonna go get fucked silly in your powder room,” she said, locking eyes with her friend and rising with a slight smirk.

Hannah’s eyes went wide as she choked slightly and let out a huge smile.

“What?!” she exclaimed, but Jenny was already striding across the patio to her man.

“Did she just-“

“What did she say?”

“Whoa!”

“Hahaha! Oh shit she’s REALLY doing it!”

Jenny had reached Steve, grabbed him by the belt buckle with one hand and had begun leading him away, walking forward as if leading a stud to a mare.

“Hey babe, whoa, what’s up?” he asked.

She turned and smirked a small smile at him, and she knew it achieved the desired affect. Her intentions must have been written all over her face, because he couldn’t help but put his beer down and follow, his own smile bursting forth.

She lead him through the door and didn’t give him time to properly shut it, but he was able to with a strong hand.

“Jen, what are you doing?” Steve asked, grabbing her wrist. She was closer to her target though.

“I need you,” she said, suddenly breathless as she kissed him deeply, her sexy body pressing up against his.

She made sure to press her bra’ed 34C breasts into his chest, her left hand around his back, her right up in his short hair.

Steve’s hands went around her pinched waist first, then his left up her side and back while his right went around and down to her plump ass, cupping and kneading.

She moaned at the touches, then broke the french kiss and backed away towards the half-bath by the front door.

Steve followed eagerly and suddenly they were in the little bathroom, finding the light and locking the door behind them.

“Hun, what’s gotten int-ohh shit!” Steve started, but she hushed him by immediately dropping to her knees, and getting his jeans undone.

“Damn girl, the fuck has gotten into you suddenly?” he asked, as she got the front of his pants open, not pausing and pulled down his underwear too. But his hands went to her head, lightly rubbing the sides and back encouragingly.

“Can’t I just want my husband?” she asked before throating his semi-hard, 6 inch cock in one go.

“Ah fuck,” he said, his biology taking over for a moment as he thrust his hips an inch forward, his hands tightening on her head.

Her tongue was going crazy on the underside of his shaft, the tip even coming past her bottom lip slightly to lick his balls as much as she could, and he got rigid hard in moments.

He gasped and breathed as if he were in pain, but she knew he wasn’t. Jenny didn’t give him head very often, so this must be a real treat for him. Though truth be told, this was a means to an end. She bobbed her face on his crotch for a dozen or so pumps, until she felt his cockhead nudge the back of her throat. That end was now.

She rose, looked him in the eye as her right hand grasped his hard prick, some of her hair in her eye as she did so, stroking it in short strokes as she turned to the vanity and mirror.

God she looked slutty. One of her spaghetti straps had fallen off her shoulder and her lips were an excited red from having just been stretched in an obscene ‘O’ around his magnificent cock.

But she could still FEEL her sex drive though, his taste still in her mouth. Her boobs were hypersensitive in their confines, feeling wonderfully constrained as she breathed, and her panties were probably soaked through.

She pulled up the hem of her dress and bent over the counter, looking back at him over her right shoulder.

“God, just fuck me. Fuck me!” she said, “I need it.”

Steve eskort bayan couldn’t refuse this personification of pure lust in front of him. She wasn’t his wife in this moment. She was a bitch in heat. A mare in season. And he was going to give her the beast she needed.

He grabbed her brief-cut panties with both hands and yanked them down with animalistic urgency to her feet, where she stepped out with one sandaled foot.

He then rose and put his right hand to her pussy, immediately confirming how wanton she was by the heat and wetness he found there, easily one of the wettest times he’d ever seen her.

“Oh fuck,” she said, finding her own lustful gaze looking back at her in the vanity mirror, feeling his fingers run through her sex from her clit(which he brushed ever so slightly) right up to her asshole. She knew he must’ve thought about playing with it, as she’d let him take her ass several times in the past year, finally.

But he didn’t linger, instead he stepped right up to her bent over body and slid his steel hard cock into her pussy all in one go.

“Oh! Oh fuck! Oh god that feels soo good!” she practically screamed, but huskily.

His hands went to her wide hips, finding her pelvic bones that made the perfect obscene handles, beginning to piston her pussy slowly.

But she wanted more, she wanted to be fucked, and fucked well.

She looked over her shoulder at him, “Steve, god damnit, FUCK! ME!” With each stressed word she pushed herself back on his cock, sparks flying from her sopping cunt through her body as she did so as his rod plowed her depths.

She was rewarded with her stud pulling her hips back so that she’d fall backwards if he wasn’t there, cock lodged inside her. Her hands were on the countertop, now somewhat in front of her as her hair swung with his thrusts. Her tits were swaying as much as her bra would allow, and the pulling on her chest added to her sexual experience.

In moments he was fucking her hard. Fast. Making her ass jiggle with every impact of his pelvis. She felt his cock running though her with abandon, the heat from her pussy quickly turning into a fire, then a blaze, until stars burst in her vision and she screamed a carnal, drawn out “ah” in orgasm, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

Her hands slipped as they clenched and gripped the sink, Steve stepping up as her hips were pushed forward against the edge of the counter.

Whereas moments before she’d cum from her assertive pushing back, now she was trapped with nowhere to go. More precisely, her hole couldn’t get away from the prick fucking it.

Jenny realized that she’d be forced to cum at least again, maybe more even. Her king had slowed as he’d trapped her, bringing his hands up to her shoulders and finding new grips with which to pound her.

She looked up and saw herself in the mirror again, her jaw dropped open as she breathed heavy with sexual arousal, her whole body jarring with each impact of Steve’s hips against her ass.

God she was so sexy, and her cunt was doing such a good job of clenching around the invader, her body doing as it was designed to do, trying to bring the penis inside it to orgasm. Her hole wanted his semen. That was it’s purpose, to get fucked and filled by cum, so she could carry his child.

And it was working, her own voice raising with every fourth or fifth quickening thrust as she felt her second orgasm building in her depths, Steve’s dick hitting amazing pockets of nerves inside her.

It suddenly was upon her as her left hand pressed against the mirror, her right coming around to grab Steve’s hip as her pussy exploded in pleasure, her eyes wide. She rocked herself back as he tried to pull out for another thrust, trying to keep him inside her as she came, throwing her head in an out of control nodding motion and half panting, half exclaiming “ah”s.

Steve for his part wasn’t faring well on holding out. He regularly told Jenny that her orgasms would collect massive amounts of cash on the internet, and they usually brought him off. But Jenny had never been this needy before, and though she did have bouts of increased sexual activity, this was a whole new level.

As she came again for the second time, the thrashing of her head, her hair flying and her hand on the mirror, almost got him.

It was her altıparmak escort hand landing on his right side, hip and ass cheek coupled with her rocking pussy clenching on his shaft that got him. He slammed forward to the hilt as his cum rose from his balls, rocketing down his weapon until it fired into her hot sheathe.

Again and again it fired, “Oh yeah! Uh! Uh! Uh! Take it baby!” he said through blurred vision and clenched teeth.

And though she hadn’t fully finished her orgasm, it had been ending, that is, until she felt her man begin to fill her.

“Ohh! Oh god! Oh fuck, it’s, so hot! Oh fuck Steve!” she seethed, feeling him pumping his seed into her. Her cunt suddenly went taught and rippled against the tool that had penetrated it, sending Jenny into another fit of orgasm, catching her off guard as her legs finally gave way, coming off the floor and slightly spurring Steve’s calves as all she could experience was the ultimate, womanly pleasure. Through blurred vision she looked at the mirror her face was resting on, her tits as well as her weight was mostly on her hips.

Steve smiled as he fired his last shot of cum into his wife, enjoying her multiple orgasm as he rubbed the small of her back right before it went into the crack of her ass, reveling in the clenching of her pussy.

“Ha ha, fuck yeah, you’re awesome baby,” he said, taking a deep breath as his heart rate came down.

She slowly relaxed until her feet came down to the floor again, finally taking her weight. She came upright, allowing Steve to pull himself free of her depths before turning around and leaning back on the counter.

“Mmm, holy shit, that felt so good,” she said, smiling.

“You’re damn right about that,” Steve said, reaching down to pull up his underwear and jeans. “What got into you?”

“Nothing, I just, I was looking at you,” Jenny said, finding her own panties around her right foot and stepping back into them. “And I suddenly thought about how short life is. I wanted to be taken, and I didn’t want to wait.”

He chuckled as he finished buckling his belt, “Jesus. Fuck that was good. You drained the shit out of me.”

“Mmm, and you fucked the hell out of me. Whew!” she exclaimed, finally seating her panties comfortably and pulling the strap of her dress up onto her shoulder.

Steve stepped forward and kissed her, her left hand coming up to his cheek. His groin pressed into hers and a light heat radiated from her pussy again.

“Mm, stop it!” she smiled at him, pushing him away, “Argh, you do that any more and I’ll need you to fuck me again.”

He unlocked the door and they stepped out, a couple heads on the porch turning their way, followed by the rest.

When they came out onto the porch, hand in hand, everyone clapped as if they’d put on a performance, then laughed openly at their friends, with some light cheering from both the girls and the guys, to which they both blushed But laughed as well.

Steve brought Jenny back to her bench next to Hannah and sat her down, then kissed her hand sweetly before stepping away.

Brady promptly high fived him.

“Dude fuck yeah!” he said enthusiastically, then took a bite from his cheeseburger, “Food’s ready!”

“Dude Steve, you really just go fuck your wife just now?” Osvaldo said, holding a plate of chips, cheeseburger and veggies but not eating anything.

“Yeah, she just, she wanted it man,” Steve said, sort of shrugging and finding his warm beer, enjoying the sip nonetheless.

“That’s awesome,” he said looking at his wife who’d heard him, her already watching him.

“Don’t you be getting any ideas!” Amanda shouted at him with a smile, and everyone laughed.

“Seriously, what came over you Jenny?” Ellen asked her. She and Joe were the most religious and reserved of them all.

Jenny half shrugged, feeling her man’s cum begin to seep out of her well fucked, wet cunt.

“What? He’s mine, and I wanted him. And I didn’t want to wait,” she said, meeting the prudish woman’s eyes.

“But what even started that?” Amanda asked next, her four five year old son running up to her and wanting a sudden bite.

“I just, I suddenly had a thought about how short life is. And why wait?” Jenny said, Claire having toddled over for the same.

Hannah’s eyes drifted to her husband.

“Not to start like, a thing, but you’re pretty right,” she said, and gave Jenny a knowing look before rising herself and sauntering over to Brady.

Jenny just laughed, the other women commotioned, and as Brady smiled the largest shit eating grin, he handed the spatula off to Jeff and they went inside.

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This is a true story. The girls in this story are 36 (Me) and a 24 years old (the girl I was with).

****

This morning was kinda special for me. I woke up early and logged into my adult online game to see if my wife Candy, a Transgender Female, was on and she was.

We talked for a bit about some things and then I dragged her to one of the virtual beds and gave her a nice blow job before I let her fuck me. I didn’t have much time to really get any relief and it left me really horny so I told her that I was going to go to school (I’m taking some college courses) flash people and get naughty. She asked me if I would play with myself when I was there and I told her of course. I told my Candy that there were chairs at the front of the entrances when you enter the school and that I would sit there and flash people as they came in.

It was cold out but I wore a short skirt, stockings, heels and a button down blouse. I put my makeup on and got the rest of my things together and headed off to school.

When I arrived at school I found a chair that was facing the doors and got ready to have some fun. I took my coat off and turned around bending over draping the coat over the chair. I wanted to give anyone sitting near by a chance to notice that I wasn’t wearing any panties. I put my other things down then turned to sit looking around to see if anyone noticed what I was doing. I noticed two guys across the entry way watching me and talking to each other. It made me horny knowing I had an audience escort although my nipples were already hard from the cold and the guys could see them poking through my blouse.

I sat down and pulled out one of my notebooks and laid it on my lap as if I were working on something. This helped hide the fact that I pulled my skirt up higher to make it easier to see between my legs when I spread them for people. The two guys were watching every move I was making and it was just getting me wetter not to mention the people that were walking in that caught a glance between my legs. It wasn’t long before I slipped my hand under the book and started rubbing my clit. I thought the guys watching me were going to die when I slipped a finger inside me. One pulled out his phone to take a picture but I closed my legs and nodded my head “No” at him. He stopped and I went back to rubbing myself.

I was really getting into playing with myself when a girl I knew from class startled me. She was standing beside me smiling and told me that it was time to get to class. I quickly fixed myself grabbed my things and headed to class with her.

We sat next to each other in class (Math boring) and she kept smiling and giggling at me. She had black hair, slim build and was in her mid twenties. I asked her what was wrong and

She said “Looks like someone woke up horny this morning.”

I laughed and told her yes, she just smiled.

When it was getting near time for class to be over she whispered to

Girl bursa eve gelen escort “Are you still horny?”

I told her “The feeling kinda went away, math can do that to a person.”

She laughed then dropped her pencil. As she leaned down to get it she put her hand on my leg and moved it up under my skirt. I held back a gasp but opened my legs for her. She rubbed my clit and it brought that horny feeling back right away.

She sat back up and asked me “Did that helped get you horny again.”

I smiled at her and said “Yes, now what are you going to do about it?”

She just smiled at me. I told her “I know a place where no one would bother us and you can finish what she started.”

She agreed and we headed out of class. I led her downstairs towards the receiving docks, there was a storage area there where they had extra chairs and desks that they weren’t using and it was out of the way of the main areas. I knew about this from one of the maintenance guys but that’s a different story.

When we got there and I told her about the area and she felt that it was safe. She knelled down, lifted my skirt and she started sucking on my clit. I sat down on one of the chairs spreading my legs and let her have at it.

She continued sucking and pulling my clit and slipped 2 fingers up in me and started finger fucking me. I was in heaven, I held her head to my pussy and my hips started rocking grinding my pussy on her mouth as görükle escort her tongue slid inside me.

I kept biting my lip and holding back moans of pleasure as her tongue worked it’s magic. I could feel my juices flowing and her moaning as she licked up my juices. It wasn’t long before my body started shaking and she made me cum. I grabbed her face and kissed her hard tasting myself on her lips.

As she stood up I grabbed her belt and opened her pants pulling them down, she tried to stop me at first but I was not going to let her get away. I pulled down her panties which were already had a wet spot in them and started sucking on her clit and slid 2 fingers into her pussy.

She let out a gasp which echoed in the room but I didn’t care I was going to eat this girl no matter what. I pushed my tongue deep inside her tasting her sweet cream and moaned in delight. She grabbed my shoulders for support as I my tongue swirled around her clit and into her sweet tight pussy.

I held her ass and pulled her onto my mouth as I tongue fucked her. She kept grabbing at me and moaning till I felt her starting to shake. I knew she was about to cum and I kept tongue fucking her and licking her till she squirted in my mouth. She tasted great, I pulled her to me and kissed her letting her taste herself.

We sat there talking for a few minutes and fixed our cloths. Then we walked to the bathroom together and got cleaned up. The both of us kept giggling and poking each other like 2 little girls.

After we got cleaned up I told her I’d see her next time in class. She smiled, agreed and added that we would have to take some more breaks from class like that sometime. I smiled at her and gave her a kiss then told her I’d love to do it again sometime. (Which I definitely intend on doing.)

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Chapter 6: Samantha earns her wings

The next day, I found that I was unable to focus, and the very thought of cleaning house drove me to my recliner. I knew I’d never get anything done if I couldn’t drive the memories of Justine out of my thoughts. She had been there all night, even though she wasn’t in my bed with me, and that vision alone was enough to make me wet. Eventually, I forced myself to do a cursory house cleaning, but immediately after that, I allowed the memories to return. There was to be no peace if I didn’t give way to my emotions, so I spent several hours lying naked on my bed, taking care of business and recovering.

I threw myself into my work on Monday, forcing my mind to focus and doing things that didn’t need to be done…anything that would keep my mind busy. One of my co-workers remarked that I was working like a woman possessed. If only she’d known.

As soon as I walked into the house, I collapsed into my recliner, and fell asleep there, waking up hours later. I put the coffee on and went to bed, waking up just in time for a quick shower and a cup of coffee before heading to work again.

By the end of the week, I was regenerated enough that I found myself yearning for something that would get my adrenaline flowing in that special way. The weekend went smoothly by, my time taken up with the routine of laundry, and cleaning, then restocking my kitchen. When I went to work Monday, I was hoping that there would be something special in my email but found it nearly empty.

Tuesday morning, the phone rang, just as I was leaving for the media center. With my arms full of files and documents, I decided to let my voice mail take a message. I heard it ringing again as I moved down the hall, and again when I was returning. When I reached my desk, the girls in the adjoining office told me it hadn’t stopped ringing the whole time I was gone, yet there were no messages in my voice mail box. Why would anyone take all that time and trouble to keep calling me without leaving something that might tell me who it was?

As I sat there, wondering, the computer email alert notified me that I had an email. I closed my door so I wouldn’t be interrupted and brought up the message, smiling at the words, “special session.”

I was given a phone number to call as soon as it was safe to do so. I stood up and surveyed the office, making sure no one was headed my way, then dialed the number.

The phone rang just once before a soft, feminine voice answered. “This had better be you, Samantha.”

“This Is Samantha. Who am I speaking to?” As soon as I asked it, I recognized the voice.

“I need to confirm who I’m speaking to. At the last session, a rather unusual and significant event took place. Can you tell me what it was?”

“You mean other than me making a fool of myself?” I asked. “How are you Beth?”

“I’m fine, ” she replied, giggling. “I’ll make this quick since you’re at work. Are you available for a special meeting Friday, at seven?”

“Is it important?” I asked, realizing that I was going to be scheduling two activities within a week or less of one another.

“It is to you,” she replied, “but I can’t tell you more than that.”

“Where?” I asked. She gave me the address and I recognized it as being in a newer strip mall that was only about half occupied due to some remodeling being done by the new owner.

I wrote it down and stuffed it in my bra. “Do I need to wear anything special, maybe something in spandex?

“God no,” she replied, giggling. “Just dressy casual, Samantha. I’ll be waiting for you when you get there.”

That statement intrigued me. There was no indication of what type of meeting it was and the fact that she had been unwilling to tell me what it was about or who was going to be there had my mind spinning with possibilities.

Friday evening I hurried right home from work to shower and change into a loose cotton/silk blend skirt in desert tan color, and white silk blouse. Not knowing the purpose of the meeting, I decided to wear panties, choosing some White satin thongs with a matching bra.

I pulled into the parking lot and found the designated unit, which at one time was a furniture store. Beth opened the door to let me in, locking it behind me, then greeting me in our usual fashion.

“I’m sorry for the secrecy, Samantha,” she said as we walked toward the back of the showroom.

“I’m getting used to it, Beth.”

“I’m glad you understand. Some of the members just don’t like it.”

She led me through the showroom and storage area, and through a door at the back. Stepping into a long, carpeted hallway, she led the way to a dark walnut colored door with brass hardware. Opening the door, she took my hand, smiling as she led me inside. Once inside, she closed the door and led me over to where two women were studying some sort of printout that lay on a large desk in front of them. They appeared to be about ten years older than I, one in a white silk blouse over escort bayan a gray skirt. The other extremely attractive and well dressed in a pale yellow cashmere turtleneck over a caramel colored silk skirt.

“Laurie, this is Samantha.”Beth announced. “Samantha, I’d like you to meet Laurie Cummins and Wendy Brock.”

“Welcome, Samantha, and thank you for coming on such short notice,” Laurie replied, stepping around the desk for the customary passionate embrace.

“We’re so glad to finally meet you,” Wendy agreed as we embraced.

“I was pleased to get your call,” I replied, hoping I wouldn’t regret it later.

“I understand that you’ve already met Beth at what we understand was a rather unique session.” Laurie began.

“I’d say,” Beth replied, chuckling as I flushed in embarrassment. Beth motioned for me to be seated next to her on a long and very comfortable couch, while Laurie went to stand behind the desk, leaning forward enough to show some intriguing cleavage. From the corner of my eye, I saw Wendy take a seat at the end of the desk.

I had a brief opportunity to study the two women then. Laurie was a charming woman who took good care of what nature gave her. Her smile was warm and open, inspiring trust in her. Wendy was not quite as tall, but her body was firm and slender with legs that I could imagine being wrapped around my head while I worked my tongue into her depths..

“Samantha, I have to confess that when Wendy and I learned of this meeting, we volunteered to handle it. We had been wanting to meet you anyway. Beth and some of the others gave you such glowing compliments about how you handled yourself, your ease to adjust to some unusual situations and your willingness to grow in your experiences and knowledge, that we just had to spend some time with you.

“I hope I can live up to your expectations,” I replied, wondering just how glossy my reputation had been painted.

“Before we get into the reason you’re here, I think it would be only fair to tell you about us and our role in the organization. Wendy and I are two of a committee of over twenty women of means who lend our financial support to the individual chapters as well as sponsoring the orientation sessions, and all activities involving the whole group. We do this through a trust fund established shortly after the group was first established.

Thanks to some prudent investing as well as grants and donations, we have a large cash fund to work with. In addition, each chapter receives grants for operating expenses, and other cash support throughout the year. Our orientations and some other activities are held in over a dozen widespread properties, all donated by members who wanted to ensure our success. The chapters generally meet in the leaders homes or in properties they own or control.”

While she was talking, I felt Wendy’s eyes staring at me. It was then that I became aware that Wendy could see straight up my skirt. With my knees at a level slightly higher than my ass, I knew that Wendy could see my panty clad pussy so I casually allowed my legs to open, until I knew that Wendy had a good view. The affect on Wendy was instantaneous and as I watched, her fingers slid under her sweater to seek out her breasts.

“What we wish to do with you this evening, Samantha” Laurie continued, “is to get to know you much better and perhaps offer you an opportunity to move a little deeper in the organization.”

I had a feeling that I knew what Laurie meant by ‘getting to know you better’ and ‘deeper into the organization.’ I smiled as Wendy began squirming in her chair. To tease her a bit more, I began rubbing my thighs together. I felt the heat begin to build between my legs and knew it wouldn’t be long before the wetness would be obvious on my panties.

Laurie put her papers down to move around the desk, leaning her lean and shapely ass cheeks on the desktop. “Samantha, you probably realize by now that you are frequently being tested and evaluated in one way or another. Beth assists us in many of these evaluations as do Wendy and myself.

At your last session, where young Tammi went through her orientation, you were being tested. The young woman who you thought was an innocent guest, was not exactly who she pretended to be. Allyssa is a friend of ours and a member of our qualification committee. She is blessed with the looks of an innocent young woman, even though she’s just over thirty years old. You made such an impression on her that she couldn’t wait to call me to tell me about it. Her exact words were, “she exceeded by far any expectations I had for her.”

I smiled. “I thought there was something strange about that situation.”

“Well done, Samantha, well done indeed.”

For several minutes Wendy’s hand had been under her sweater, fondling her breasts. Now, I watched as the other hand slipped down to move under her skirt, which lie rumpled up, high up on her legs.

Laurie moved over to stand next to Wendy. “Could bursa vip escort I get you to stand, Samantha?”she asked. It was time to learn the real reason for the meeting.

I stood, waiting for the request to strip for them. “Please remove your blouse,” she continued. Unbuttoning the blouse, I turned to drop in over the arm of the couch.”And now the skirt please?” In seconds the skirt was folded and placed over the blouse. I stood with my feet together and my arms at my sides. “The bra please,” she continued. I started to take it off, but a flash of inspiration came over me. Beth had been sitting there watching me strip and I could see the lust building in her eyes.

Moving over in front of her, I turned my head to look at her. “Beth, if you would please,” I grinned as she wiped the moisture from her palms on her skirt, then reached up to unhook my bra. Pulling my arms to my sides to prevent my bra from falling, I whispered, “Take my hands, Beth.”

She reached around me and I said, “Put your hands over mine, palms up.” She did so and as I pulled my arms away, the bra fell. I pulled her hands against my chest to catch my breasts as they fell free. Still holding her hands, I moved them over my breasts.

“Is that what you wanted?” I asked.

“Yessss,”she hissed, molding my globes into her fingers, my nipples held tightly between the index finger and the one next to it. “Since the moment I met you.”

I yelped as she nipped my shoulder in her teeth. In that instant, I knew that I had to possess her one day soon.

“Now the panties, please,” Laurie directed, bringing us back from our reverie

“Move around to face me,” I whispered to Beth. She moved around to face me, a look of pure unadulterated lust on her face. “Kneel down and remove my panties with your teeth.” When Laurie and Beth saw what was about to take place, they almost drooled in anticipation. Wendy’s skirt was up to her waist, her hand jammed into her panties. Laurie had her blouse unbuttoned to maul her breast through her bra.

Nipping the top of my panties in her teeth, Beth began to pull them down. “Look at me,” I directed. She looked up at me and tried to get them to fall but my legs were together, making sure she wasn’t going to get me naked easily. “Let go and wait a second,” I said and as she did so, I turned and leaned forward. “Now take them off.”

As she held my thighs for support, I could feel her hands trembling. She dragged her teeth down my back and over my hips until they caught on the waist band, then she began pulling them back and forth while pulling them down. When they refused to fall, she hesitated.

“You know what to do, Beth,” I said. “Get back in front and pull them from my pussy with your teeth.”

I felt her hot breath on my pussy as she took hold of them.”Look at me,” I repeated. “I want to see those beautiful blue eyes while you strip me. I want to feel your breath on my pussy and watch you when your eyes are level with my pussy, my hot, wet, pussy.”

“Oh god,” she whispered, but she kept her eyes on mine as she pulled them free of my pussy. I moved my feet apart as she got level with my slit so she could get a good look at what she was baring.

“You want to taste it, don’t you?” I asked, moving my feet a bit further apart.

“Oh Samantha, stop,” she begged.

“They don’t care,” I replied, “just take a little taste. Let me feel your tongue run through my slit to scoop up a taste of that pussy. You’re making it wet, taste what you’re doing to me.”

She hesitated for a second, then grabbed my legs and jammed her tongue into me, whipping it through my slit.

“Damn you, Samantha,” she said, as she stripped my panties away. I just smiled at her and winked.

Wendy was breathing hard, her hand jammed into her silk panties while her fingers could be seen thrusting into her.. Laurie was sitting on the desk, her legs spread wide as she dug her fingers into her clit. With a loud cry, Wendy’s body began to shake wildly as she came, followed shortly thereafter by Laurie, who laid back on the desk and pulled her legs to her as her orgasm ripped through her. I wanted to come so badly and so did Beth but before we could accomplish it, Laurie recovered.

“Beth, I think we need to adjourn to the other room now.”

Beth smiled at me and held out her hand to lead me through a set of French doors and into the next room.

“You’re being so mean,” she whispered.

“Not really,” I whispered in reply. “Just letting you know what you can have when it’s time.”

The room was large and well lit, with thick carpeting on the floors. Two doors on the opposite wall were closed tight. In the middle of the room stood what can only be described as an oversized day bed. A little to the left of that, was a padded table, similar in appearance to the one that I lay on to lose my anal virginity. To the right of the daybed was an oversized couch with large cushions and wide bursa elit escort upholstered arms.

Beth came to me and kissed me. “Good luck, Samantha. I’ll see you a little later.” I almost begged her to stay but knew she wasn’t included in whatever plans they had for me.

When I turned to look at the two women, Wendy was naked and Laurie was not far from it. Their clothes lay right where they threw them in their hurry to be ready for our session.

As we approached the day bed, Wendy came to me, taking my hands in hers to study my body. Turning me around, I felt her fingers drift over my back and down over my cheeks. Continuing to turn me, she brushed lightly over my breasts and nipples, sending my clit into orbit. It’s amazing sometimes how the lightest touch can send the strongest message to a woman’s clit and nipples.

She never touched my mons or any where near it but I wanted her to, oh how I wanted her to.

“You are so lovely Samantha” she whispered. “I can’t wait to taste you and lie with you”

“As her fingers caressed my soft globes, she cooed softly. “Oh Samantha they are beautiful beyond belief and so firm,” she said, fondling and kneading them. My body was beginning to quiver at her touch. The fingers began rolling my nipples, then pulled them and twisted them as I fought off the orgasm that was building in my body. Pulling back from me, her fingers drifted over my body, lowering to move softly over my slit without penetrating me, turning me to caress over my ass and slide her finger through my crease, stopping just short of my slit. Breast to breast, thigh to thigh, we stood for several seconds, our eyes gazing into each other’s. I reached over to fondle her firm, D cup breasts, playing with her nipples as she had done to me. Our moans became louder as we pressed our bodies together, wildly mauling each other’s breasts and nipples..

“Oh God, Wendy, I’m so close,” I announced, as the pressure built to intolerable levels. I closed my eyes and held her body to mine as I felt my body begin to tense.

I felt someone begin moving their fingers over my mons and into my slit even as Wendy began to suck my nipple into her teeth, nipping at it as her tongue caressed it. I moved my feet further apart, knowing that Laurie was about to have her way with me. “Oh god yes, Laurie.” I moaned.

As Laurie’s fingers moved into my wet pussy, my body shuddered with pre-orgasmic spasms, then I was heading for the edge, preparing for the dive into bliss.

“Oh god, Wendy, oh my god, I’m cumming.” I felt my legs begin to quiver but Wendy held me tight.

“I’ve got you honey. You’re all right.”

My body shook and my knees got weak but Laurie’s fingers never left my pussy until I felt her tongue begin lapping at my juices. I felt my body tighten as a second orgasm followed the first by just a few seconds.

Easing me down on the day bed, she sat next to me while Laurie knelt in front of me, her fingers exploring my thighs and over my mons.

“Watching the way you teased Beth go me so hot,” Wendy reported. “I had to have you in my arms. I nearly came just from feeling your body quiver so delightfully when you came.”

“I was almost gone when Laurie touched me. It only took a few seconds of your fingers in me to start me over the top,” I replied, looking into Laurie’s eyes.

Taking her hand in mine, I sucked sensuously on her fingers, drawing my juices into my mouth.

“We were told you were a passionate woman, Samantha. Now we know just how right they were.” Wendy said.

I smiled and reached over to run my fingers up her thigh, then up over her breast. She turned to give me better access, spreading her legs out. Laurie’s fingers joined mine in a slow journey to her sex, moving over her legs and thighs, causing her to moan. I leaned in to begin licking over her breast, lifting it to slide my tongue over the sensitive underside, then up over her nipple, before moving on up over her chest and neck before beginning the return journey.

Laurie picked up her feet, turning her so she could lie back on the bed, spreading her legs to allow her feet to hang over the sides. I looked up at Laurie and she smiled at me, nodding her head toward the prone woman’s legs as she moved over to take over my breast work.

Crawling up the day bed, I moved between Wendy’s thighs, palming my hand over her mons while rubbing the heel of my hand into her wet lips. I felt her body quiver in anticipation as I continued rubbing into her without penetrating until it began to move into my hand.

Sucking on my fingers, I slowly worked them through her slit, spreading her open a little with each stroke until the petals opened to me. I began sliding them into her slowly, moving them around as I went, knowing that the walls of her pussy were wet and ready and very sensitive to my touch.

Holding them into her, I bent to run my tongue around my fingers and over her clit as I began moving my fingers in slow, deep strokes. Finding her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue, I pressed into it, working my tongue between her clit and my hand, then laving it slowly over her again and again. Her thrusts into me became more insistent but I stayed my course, not wanting to hurry her into a mediocre orgasm.

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We met in college. I imagined I was straight, and she taught me otherwise, approaching me brazenly on a frat house dance floor and peremptorily cupping my sweaty breasts and sticking her tiny tongue in my mouth. I was drunk—the refuge I sought when trying to explain what happened through the night after that when I woke to find her curled against my body the next morning.

It was a ballsy move, if I may use the term, not least because I was legitimately twice her size. She was elfin—perhaps five feet, and not much past a hundred pounds. I not only towered over her, but our relative proportions made us seem to me like two different species. Honestly, I felt like a monster compared to her. Letting college boys paw me, I felt feminine, even voluptuously sexy. When her little hands sought my tits under my loose cable-knit sweater (no bra—I was feelin’ it), I felt like a manatee, a blob. That, even more that the fact that this girl I only knew in passing from my English classes was dry-humping me in front of a roomful of people I knew significantly better made me too stunned to resist. And then I didn’t want to, as her assured, deft movements and her courageously lustful caresses in the dark, in the thrumming music, made my mind disconnect. I went with it, in other words.

And when, both tingly drunk, we tumbled into my dorm bed (my roommates blessedly out of town for the weekend), her brazenness there left me…simply…helpless. She was tiny, but she was experienced—and she knew she’d found what she wanted, an inexperienced, drunk, sexually adventurous (in theory) college girl. I was pale, flabby putty in her nimble little hands.

After that first night, I slouched through campus, avoiding her eyes, or the imagined eyes I thought I felt on me on the quad. When she spoke to me again, in class, it was noncommittal, and I thought I was just another dim, stereotypical, sheltered college girl in her memory—until, sharing a poetry book since she’d forgotten hers—her wee pinky sought out the cleft between my thumb and forefinger, and I heard nothing the professor was saying for the next half hour, when she (Danielle was her name) led me dazedly through bursa escort bayan the quad to her off-campus apartment, shut her bedroom door behind us, and ravaged me for about ten hours straight. (I’m dripping just thinking about this, in case that enhances your reading experience.)

I wasn’t her girlfriend—Danielle didn’t have one of those—but we made love (always at her effortless beckoning) some half-dozen times in the next two months. Then we drifted, as college hookups do. I stroked myself to her memory (often), before moving on to other lovers—men and women (although the women were always furtive.)

After graduation, I got married. Then I got divorced. The whole process took about three years. Then I saw Danielle at a bar.

She seduced me with ridiculous ease. She—now an associate professor of poetry—drove me to her house. (Here, I’m dripping again—don’t want anyone to get bored.) In her bed, she was rougher than I remembered, her still-tiny hands grasping, twisting, thrusting inside my heedlessly sopping cunt always instants before I imagined, and harder. She kissed me with her thin, birdlike lips like little punches.

And then she started to punch me.

At first, her little balled fists weren’t even registered—I thought them just an extension of her grasping caressing pawing. Then she did it again, while I was on my stomach, her tiny paws making a soft but sharp thwack on my ass, then my hips. “What…” I said, once I realized, then felt another, as I felt her fingers slide inside my pussy, and her thumb grasp for purchase at the entrance to my asshole. “What?” I said again, in something like distress. “Shhh,” Danielle said, saucily, as she inserted her digits—in both places—deeper. “I’ve missed you…and that sexy, chubby ass.” I was stunned into silence. Even at our most passionate, she’d never done these things, said these things. “I’ve got you right where I want you,” she purred/growled in my ear, her little pale body now draped over me as she dug in with her hand.

I could have thrown her off easily. I’d only gotten plumper, while Danielle seemed as birdlike as ever, her years lending her an angularity bursa anal yapan escort even more delicate than before. I didn’t. Instead I came harder and wetter than I ever had in my life. I let out what could only be described as a scream as she fingered me, and heard a voice I didn’t recognize moan, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fucking rape me, you cunt!,” as my hips humped the bed as I hurled my cunt and ass back into her invading little hand.

After I came (I genuinely have no idea how many times), I felt her on me fully, her weight barely registering on my sweating, heaving bulk. “I will,” she said, breathlessly. You’re mine now.” I swear I came then, even just at her words. She rode out my convulsions, then rolled off me and, when I next felt her touch, she was placing a soft cloth gag gently into my gaping mouth. I took it, she tied it.

And then the night really began.

*********

When she gagged me, I smiled.

We’d played around with bondage in college a bit. Dabbled, you might say. Since she was always just a feather over half my size, there should have been a lot of acquiescence on my part so she could get the gag, the blindfold, the soft, thick ropes she always had coiled in her bedside table around my wrists, or my ankles. But, from that first night, my body simply knew she was in charge. I could have thrown her across the room, flipped her on her tummy and pinned her arms down to plunge my face into her ass, or simply smothered her with my bulk. But, honestly, from the first touch of her thin, hot hands under my shirt on the dance floor, the thought never occurred to me. Not once.

There are just some people who own you. Own your body. Turn you to melting butter, to honey at their caress. Or their fistful of your hair in their hand. That was Danielle. A contradiction, she was a tiny, rough-hewn townie who had a gift for writing poetry. She tossed down shots into her munchkin body until she didn’t—and then used the calculated courage to impose her will. Especially on bi-curious, inexperienced fat girls like me. She told me she’d fucked the occasional boy, and even bursa rus escort enjoyed it. But her passion was for women. Especially women she could turn to jelly, to butter, to honey. Women like me.

So when, after not having seen me for three-plus years, she first finger fucked me, then pulled out a gag from that night table (the same one from college, I noticed), it was like she’d known I’d be at that bar that night. She couldn’t, of course. In town for an improbable business trip, I’d stopped into an old haunt for a drink. When she appeared, it was, again, like I’d somehow walked right into her confident little plan. I was helpless against it. And her.

She gagged me, then kissed my gagged, unprotesting mouth, saying teasingly, “I have neighbors. You still come like an animal.” I felt like I’d come again just from her saying it. She rolled me over, me aiding her with abandon, and then—that table again—pulled out rope. I swear it looked the same, too. I watched her work, her tiny, bobbing tits in my face as she took first one wrist, then the other, and bound them to her solid, oaky bedframe. I moaned when she tied the last one tight and waited until she returned to straddle me and look into my eyes. I tried to express the complete surrender in my heart, my body with my eyes. I felt tears of—what? I still don’t know, but I tried to blink them away before she bent her face to mine and licked them away. Then she kissed my bound mouth again. Then she smiled. Then she wiggled her way up my helpless torso until her tiny, sparsely-haired cunt was right over my face.

I remembered it. I recalled its deep, rosy pink, its folds—her labia surprisingly full and long for someone so small—the tight, naked protuberance of her hot red clit. I felt, as always, like I could see it pulse under my gaze. Her scent. Oh, god. Oh, god, her smell. Raw and—dusty. Like the street after rain. Like a—oh, God. Just to remember. Just to catch the scent, the barest scent of her cunt as she, with her no-nonsense way, thrust herself down on my bound mouth.

I moaned, I screamed through my gag, and I knew she knew I was begging, pleading for my mouth, my tongue to be free so I could plunge myself into her. God, I wanted to slurp her, lick her, fucking devour her. Her tiny, hot cunt in my face, grinding into my mouth, my nose, my eyes. Oh god. Oh god.

I knew she was smiling, grinding on top of me. I knew she’d let me have what I wanted. When she wanted.

But never before.

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(The characters of this story are from the series My Maid Lata and short story Enriching Richa, previously published by me.)

I rubbed my eyes and looked at the college notice board again. No, I wasn’t seeing things. The notice actually read that me along with a few students from my class had been chosen to move to another town for a residential five-day educational survey. This was a part of my project work. Our sociology teacher Mrs Rastogi would accompany us. I felt happy and sad at the same time, happy that I got a hang out, sad that I would be away from Lata, the maid.

After my parents had returned from the conference, Lata and I seldom found time together. We were frustrated, especially Lata who was really enjoying her dominance on me. We just got a few moments here and there, but that was nothing in comparison to the fun we had during those seven days. A few times we had met in the house of Lata’s friend, the same venue where we met earlier once while I bunked college. But our session couldn’t be long enough for our liking. Every night my body itched to make love to Lata, but it wasn’t possible for us anymore. I had become a complete submissive to Lata and followed whatever she asked of me.

While coming back from tuition classes I used to meet Lata sometimes near a relatively lonely place, on some very rare occasions when our driver Raja wasn’t present. We would find a moment or so to kiss, or hug or hold hands. It was one such day that day. After a few seconds of lip kissing I said to Lata, “You know I have to leave the town for a few days, five to be exact. It is a part of my study project.”

Lata, while looking concerned asked, “Oh, where are you going?”

I told her the name of my destination. Lata on hearing the same said, “Yes, I know the place, one of my friends is married there. Her husband is a rickshaw-puller. But baby already we don’t get time together, now five whole days without you. How can I survive?”

I held her hand and said, “Even I can’t live without making love to you, Latadidi, but what can we do? It’s a part of my study.”

Lata nodded in affirmation, we then departed after another kiss, as it was getting late. Lata was in deep thoughts, whether she could turn it into an opportunity. She was figuring out what she needed to do.

And some distance away the same conversation happened between Malti and Richa, at Richa’s house. Richa’s mom had gone out to a relative’s place and the naive Richa had her face buried in Malti’s ass, her tongue licking the maid’s asshole, the second time since morning. After Malti had cum by fingering herself and made Richa lap the juices afterwards, Richa finally told her about the survey work. Malti too, just like Lata, didn’t wish to be away from Richa. She was submerged in her thoughts too, her mind planning what could be done. Richa, like an obedient slut went back to her duty, and licked Malti’s feet.

It was the day before I left for the project work. I was busy packing, and my parents were busy giving me all kinds of possible advice. I couldn’t see Lata since morning, my eyes desperately searching for her lover. I finally asked the housekeeper Seema about her and was shocked to learn that Lata had taken a few days leave, as she would be going out of town to a relative’s place. I was sad that I couldn’t meet my lover before going away. Little did I know that Lata was actually planning to meet me during my stay outside.

Next morning Richa and I sat side by side on the minibus, me still ignorant of the fact that Richa was having an affair with Malti, and also that she knew about Lata and I. We chatted as usual, our young hearts excited to hang out on our own. In addition to professor Mrs Rastogi, a cook Mala and a maid Radha also accompanied us. Four more students were also going with us. All of us were to stay at a girls only lodge, arranged by our college principal.

We reached the place by noon. The lodge was empty and arranged only for us to stay. Richa and I shared a room together. The survey was to start from the next day, in the houses of a nearby basti, where the entire population worked in the tea-garden. The survey was based on the socio-economic condition of people working as daily labourers in tea-garden.

After having our lunch most of the others took a nap, including Mrs Rastogi, and I thought of having a short walk in the neighborhood. I asked Richa if she could accompany me, but she said that being tired she needed a nap as well. So, I decided to go out alone. The place was beautiful with tea-gardens and hills, and I strolled while enjoying the scenic beauty. As I was passing by an abandoned factory I suddenly saw the figure of a woman that startled me. I just saw it for a split second, but still I was sure that I recognized her.

It was Malti, the forty-plus years old maid of my best friend Richa, who once during her stay at my house had seen my love-making with Lata, and then had forced me to lick her pussy and asshole to keep bursa escort our affair a secret. What was this woman doing here? I was very curious to know, and hence I decided to go inside the deserted factory. As I moved in the darkness, only illuminated by a little sunshine from some random openings in the roof, I moved past two empty rooms, probably being offices once, but couldn’t see anyone. The huge production room was next and I went in there too. As I stepped in something caught my attention. It was a low sound of moans. I slowly moved towards the source of the sound and soon came upon a view that made me freeze.

I saw Malti fully bending her body from the belly with her upper body rested on a broken piece of furniture, and kneeling behind her was my best friend Richa, and she was licking the maid’s asshole. Malti was fully nude and was moaning in pleasure as she felt Richa’s tongue moving in her asshole. I had licked Malti’s body before, and I knew that her asshole was a real treat to lick, and I knew Richa must be enjoying herself fully at the moment.

But the scene blew my mind away, Richa licking her maid’s asshole! I had no idea that the always calm and gentle girl Richa had this side to her. She lied to me about taking a nap and was actually planning to meet Malti and have sex. More thoughts overpowered my mind, what if she knew about me and Lata? Malti must have told her everything, and also the fact that even I had licked Malti’s body once. I was feeling crazy but couldn’t move an inch from my place.

Malti’s moans had increased by now, Richa was holding onto her huge asscheeks and licking the asshole continuously. My pussy began to grow moist, I didn’t remember when I had put my hand in my skirt and started to stroke my pussy. The view of my best friend licking her maid’s asshole was turning on the heat on my body. Soon both Malti and me were fingering ourselves, while Richa was busy pushing her tongue in the ass of her maid. The orgasm built within my body and as Malti cum with a loud moan, my juices started to flow as well, and I muffled my mouth so that my sounds didn’t alert Malti and Richa.

Almost an hour had passed since I went out for a walk, and so I rushed back to the lodge. Luckily others were still asleep then. I slid inside my blanket and pretended to sleep while Richa came back after some time. She washed herself in the washroom and then lay on her bed. As I opened my eyes she looked at me and smiled. She said, “Oh so you have come back, I was in the washroom. How was your walk?”

What a bitch she was, I thought in my mind. She was licking her maid’s asshole just a few minutes ago, and now pretending that nothing had happened. I said, “The walk was fabulous to say the least, saw beautiful scenes around.”

Richa smiled again and said, “Good to know. So what is your take on the view you saw in the factory?”

I was startled by her words. The bitch knew that I had seen their sexual encounter in the factory. And what was surprising was that Richa, who had always been a shy and gentle girl was showing no intentions to hide it. Her body language, her expressions were beaming in confidence. I asked, “Now that you know that I have seen everything, I want to ask you since when is this going on between Malti and you?”

Richa replied, “Well a few days after Lata and you started the affair.”

I wasn’t shocked by her reply, I knew that was coming. I asked her, “Did Malti tell you?”

Richa smiled at me and said, “Who else Puja? It was your story that turned my emotions around. I too was seduced by my maid, just because I saw her fingering herself having your photo in her hand, and taking your name. If I couldn’t be as good a student as you or as rich as you, I definitely wanted to be a better slut than you.”

The last remark hit me hard. I angrily stared at Richa and said, “How dare you call me a slut? Lata and me are lovers.”

Richa laughed aloud and said, “Who are you fooling Puja? The fact is your relationship is based on lust. It is not love dear, you are just a bitch of your maid, and I am of Malti. And I can confidently say I am better than you. See Malti has come all the way here to be with me. Where is Lata?”

I was fuming with anger then. This bitch can’t be better than me in any respect, even a slut. But her last question was true. Where was Lata? Didn’t she manage to come over here? A train of thoughts was running in my mind. By then Mrs Rastogi and the other girls were all awake. We were served evening tea and snacks. Mrs Rastogi reminded us about the survey tomorrow morning. As usual Richa and I were grouped for the survey. We were assigned the Eastern side of the basti.

Next morning as we reached the Eastern basti Richa and me were welcomed by Malti. God she was everywhere! She held Richa by the hand and while looking at me said, “Hello Puja. Do you remember me? Or else I should ask, remember my body?”

Before I could reply Malti said, “Don’t bother bursa escort bayan answering. Come this way.”

She took us to a relatively deserted place which was away from the basti. We entered what was an empty hut which was full of straw. I suspected it was a storage place for grains or something. As I was looking here and there I suddenly heard a familiar voice. It was Lata who said, “Ok here comes the cavalry.”

Yes, indeed it was Lata. She had come. My heart skipped a beat as I literally jumped up in joy. I ran to her and we hugged, enjoying our embrace. Then our lips met in a kiss, Lata’s lips devouring mine, my hands on her back pulling her to me. Malti and Richa were spectators to our deep, saliva-mixed kiss which seemed to last forever. Lata’s hands cupped my ass as her tongue went in my mouth, and I sucked on it. I had forgotten everything, that I was in a distant land, making out with my maid and being seen by my best friend and her maid. Only thing I remembered was that Lata was here, and I needed to eat her up.

And as my lips travelled on the body of Lata, I enjoyed her moans. I kissed the hollow of her throat, her shoulders, her cleavage. I bent on my knees to kiss her belly, paying special attention to her belly button. As I kissed I could also hear Malti’s moans, from the corner of my eye I could see Richa was licking her feet and Malti with her eyes closed was pressing her own boobs. Lata guided my head further down and it was all dark as my head entered inside her petticoat, a place where I couldn’t be since the past few days.

As my tongue met my prized location, the pussy of Lata, moans escaped my maid’s lips. Malti was moaning louder as well, and I could understand that Richa was pleasuring her by her tongue. As we two best friends tongued our respective maids the room was full of hot breaths, moans and sighs. Lata’s hand was constantly threading through my hair, and it seemed she was appreciating my efforts. My tongue, my chin and my lips were well coated with Lata’s juices as I licked on furiously like a person with days of starvation. Soon with an outcry Lata cum in my mouth and I readily lapped all her juices. She was delicious and I made sure I licked the whole of it.

Malti too had met her orgasm by then, and her cum was glistening on Richa’s mouth. All of us sat on the straw laid floor of the hut. Lata said, “Are you not surprised that I came for you baby?”

I smiled and said, “I knew you would come for me, Latadidi. I love you so much.”

Lata smiled and kissed me. Malti laughed and said, “See the love birds. For your kind information I was here the day before. My slut Richa is the best in the world in the act of pleasuring a woman. Puja is no match for her Lata.”

I was very angry on hearing those words. My cheeks burnt in anger and frustration. I said, “How dare you say so Maltididi? I had licked you one night don’t you remember? Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it. You were riding my face the entire night.”

Malti said, “Of course I do my little bitch. But my slut Richa licks me everyday and everywhere possible. Can Lata say so about you?”

Richa and Malti shared a laugh as my head started boiling in anger. Lata was silent this entire time. She was thinking, and when she finally spoke, it changed the course of the game.

Lata looked towards Malti and said, “Maltididi why don’t we arrange a sex competition between our sluts and decide who’s the better one? There will be various rounds of different sexual challenges which we would throw at them and whoever wins is the best.”

Malti’s eyes lit up in excitement. The dark maid readily agreed to Lata’s proposal and said, “Brilliant Lata, absolutely brilliant. And there is a catch too. The loser in every round will perform a task as ordered by her opposition’s maid. For example, if Puja loses she does what I tell her.”

Richa said, “Sounds fun. I am ready.”

I looked towards Lata and said, “Me too. Bring it on.”

Malti said, “Ok task number one is something that seems easy to hear but hard to execute. The first task is to strip yourself naked.”

Richa was off to a flyer with this task, showing that she was really good at it, maybe with ample practice! Before I could get myself in lingerie, all of Richa’s clothes had come off and was lying on the straw-clad floor of the hut. Lata was disappointed and it showed on her face. Malti with an evil grin said, “Well done my bitch. Now I decide what Puja has to do. Puja lie down on the floor.”

I did as commanded by the dark maid. As I laid my body on the cold heaps of straw, Malti came over and sat on my face, blocking the light from my vision. I could only hear her words, “Puja will lick my ass now, and in the meantime Lata and Richa will make out. It will continue till I say so. And don’t worry Puja I shall be giving you live updates about their making out so that you don’t miss the action.”

I took out my tongue bursa merkez escort and licked the sides of Malti’s asshole. I could remember the smell and salty taste of the asshole that I have licked earlier as well. My tongue started to move rapidly now, flickering the puckered hole of the huge black maid as my ears listened to her moans with live commentary of how Richa was kissing Lata’s lips, throat, belly and then down to her thighs. Malti started to put the pressure of her ass on my face now, making it really uncomfortable for me, but I had to bear with my punishment.

I could understand from Malti’s words that Richa was now kissing Lata’s feet now and according to Malti Lata was really enjoying it. I felt a little jealous in my mind but couldn’t think much of it, my tongue was restlessly licking Malti’s asshole. I tried to push my tongue further in the asshole and this made Malti moan louder. She murmured, “Lata your bitch is teasing me well, oh yes oh yes more of it bitch. O what do we have here? Richa is now sucking Lata’s boobs. Yes Richa, my bitch, make me proud, show Lata how good a slut you are.”

I was getting frustrated at how long this was going to continue, a part of me really liked licking Malti’s asshole, and another part was jealous of Richa making out with my lover Lata. Malti was moving her asscheeks to and fro on my face now and moaning loudly. I could hear some deep sighs and moans of Lata too and could understand that Richa was pleasuring her. In frustration I reached out blindly and found my hand in Malti’s pussy, and started to rub her hairy snatch. My tongue licked around the walls of the asshole of the maid, and I used my fingers to good effect on her pussy.

Malti’s commentary stopped and she was only moaning now. She could feel my tongue wiggling up in her asshole and my fingers were sending jolts of electricity in her body. She could feel the orgasm building in her body and her pressure on my face increased. I was literally getting suffocated now but my tongue restlessly moved in Malti’s asshole. Soon the trick worked and Malti reached her orgasm with a loud moan. As soon as she got up from my face, Richa also had to stop pleasuring Lata. Fresh air came upon my face and I could see the light around.

Malti while panting heavily said, “Well that was awesome wasn’t it Lata? Now the next task for you bitches. Lata will assign the task this time.”

I looked towards Lata. She was all sweaty due to the heat, and also being charged up due to Richa’s sexual advances. She stood up, her black skin glistening with sweat, even from a certain distance I could feel the scent of her sweat and I was dying to pound up in her. Lata had a small bag with her, which I failed to notice earlier. She took out a few pet jars from it, they contained jam, butter and molten chocolate, each of them in pairs.

Lata said, “Your next task will be to lick and finish these edibles. But there is a catch. You need to smear them on my body and then lick it off. You can choose any body part that you like, however the three edibles need to be licked from three different places. If two of you decide to move to the same body part at one time, whoever reaches there first would have to kiss the place and remain there kissing till Maltididi decides who got there first. Whoever licks all the edibles off first will be the winner.”

I remembered how once I had licked chocolate ice cream off Lata’s ass. I was confident of completing this task much before Richa could do. Malti said, “Oh Lata what a great idea. But you are going to get all the fun huh? And I would just be a referee?”

Lata smiled and said, “Ok Maltididi fair enough. You get to punish the loser by your means and I won’t be a part of that.”

Malti laughed and said, “Deal.”

So Lata got laid on the ground and I quickly stretched her left arm to reveal her sweaty and hairy armpit. I smeared the butter on it and began to lick, my tongue tracing the butter mixed with the salty, tangy sweat from the armpit. The scent of her sweat was driving me crazy and I was licking like a mad person. Richa had decided to spread the jam first on Lata’s dark belly and she was licking from there. Malti was busy cheering us up and Lata was moaning in ecstasy.

The sound of the lid of the pet jar attracted my attention. Richa had already finished licking the jam and she had now opened her butter. I started to suck off the butter now and with it sucked in a few hair from Lata’s armpit. I swallowed the whole and then smeared my jam on Lata’s boobs. Richa had smeared the butter on Lata’s dark foot and was licking it from there. My tongue moved on Lata’s tits and her big,dark areolas, lapping up the smeared jam. Oh this was the tastiest food of my life! Lata was moaning loudly due to double attention two tongues were giving to her body that time.

I had consumed the jam completely by then and rushed with the remaining molten chocolate to Lata’s ass. Richa too had completed licking the butter off Lata’s feet and she rushed to the same spot. By a whisker I reached Lata’s ass first and planted the kiss on Lata’s asshole, and kept myself in the kissing position. Richa too got there but was ruled out second by the referee Malti. Richa decided to go to Lata’s hairy pussy instead.

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