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Author Notes

This chapter continues Millie’s experiences in high school with an erotic moment between our protagonist and a friend. If you did not read the first two chapters, you may want to so you understand the storyline. But if not, this chapter stands on its own as a lesbian sex romp. Constructive feedback is always appreciated.

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Chapter 3

At school, I nervously searched for Rose, not knowing what to tell her, but knowing I had to see her. Frequently thinking about her stunning hair, sweet face and sexy smile, my mind was a frenetic mess, and I had trouble focusing. Oddly enough, I even remembered her pimples, and grinned about our word play of the day before. Rose, my Watson, my Guinevere, my Cheesecakes, that young woman had my brain on overdrive. I’d never felt like that about anyone, much less a female. Now I had more than my fair share of fantasies about girls, I’m not proud to say, but not like the ones about her. Rose was different. When I saw her in the quad, my pulse increased and my heart quickened. That beauty was like the lovely smell of a rainy autumn morning cleansing everything, and that rain made me wet in the sweetest of ways. For a few hours, I forgot all about my screwed up life.

She saw me, waved and came over. “How’s Sherlock today?”

“Trying to solve Watson’s problems.”

“So, what’s that bumbling Doctor’s problem today?” she asked, smiling happily.

“Me thinks the Doctor needs a dirty poem.”

“Oh, do tell the good Doctor.”

“How bout a poem about good old shit fer brains?”

“Holmes is a poet? And can poeticize about shit and brains?”

“Holmes has many skills that Watson has yet to learn.”

“Well, in that case, learn me my good man.”

I thought, letting my little dirty mind wonder for a few minutes and conjured up a couple of lines that I hoped would make her laugh.

“Ahem,” I started putting on a gallant show. “Please hold all applause until after the presentation.”

“Oh yessir masser Sherlocks, I be more an just kind to yous and yourin poeticizin.”

“Hey,” I told her, “I’m sposed to be the funny one here!”

She bowed and did a fake curtsy, “Yessir masser.”

“Ahem,” I said again and looked at her daring her to speak. She smiled with a sly sexy grin. I smile back at her; she was so beautiful when she looked like that. She was always beautiful, and I felt honored to be in her company. I paused, swallowed, then started.

“Watson is a friend of mine with a funky little ass so fine, Upon one bitty silly day she kicked the ass of John the Gay,

‘Fuck you Johnny you fag to be, go suck a Puppet and be happy.’ Johnny looked quite corrupted, then went and sucked the dick of Puppet.

Watson called out in total glee, ‘Johnny such a queer is he!’ Smile she did that happy day that John the shit was fucking gay.”

When she laughed, I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her, and the next day, I did a lot more than kiss her.

*******

The rest of the day proved difficult as I reflected on my fantasies about Rose and crisis of the morning. Physical Education provided no relief, because the sight of all the girls in their skimpy shorts and tight T-shirts generated such an unnatural stimulation to my mind that I couldn’t concentrate. A decent athlete, I excelled at track and volleyball, but I uselessly hindered my team today, missing volley, serve and eventually costing us the game. Trisha, the senior that dripped sex and seduction noticed.

My eyes focused on the divine way she manipulated her body in awkward positions with that superb athletic prowess she possessed. She was a powerful girl, outweighing me by at least twenty pounds with muscular hips, thighs and calves. On a particular tough shot, she ran into me and knocked me to the ground.

“Sorry,” she said, “you okay, I get carried away with the game.”

“Yeah, guess I’m sorta distracted today.”

“Noticed, you’re costing us the game.”

“Just not into it.”

“You’re usually the second-best girl on the team, after me of course,” she said rolling her eyes and reaching her hand out to help me up. “Call me Miss Modesty.”

I chuckled, “You are pretty fuckin’ good.”

“It’s in the boobies baby, in the boobies.”

The girl was always a great kidder and hot to boot; we ended up laughing in a playful hug as the thirty-something instructor blew her whistle and yelled, “Two laps then hit the showers girls.”

Trisha took off while yelling back to me, “I’m gonna kick your ass in this race.”

Being a little embarrassed about my questionable athletic prowess, I took off after her. Surprised at the quickness in which I caught up, Trisha snarled at me in a fake expression and said between breaths, “Hey, this is my race, slow down. I gotta rep to protect.”

I increased my pace and left her in my tracks.

Reaching the end of the run, I bent at my waist trying to catch my breath. Trisha soon followed and rested her chest to my back, bursa eskort laughing and saying, “Damn girl, you are a fast one. Now I’m gonna have to kick your ass.”

I sighed while hyperventilating, enjoying the feel of her breasts on my back and the warm sweat that trickled from her body onto mine. Her odor was pungent, earthy, and her hand gently touched the nape of my neck as her long ponytail flowed over my ear providing the slightest tickle. Goose pimples shot across my body, and I fought arousal. Females excited me in a way that wasn’t proper, but I couldn’t stop the feelings deep within my being. My mind wished that Rose was the girl resting her breasts against my back, and I again sighed as Trisha stood, catching her breath and stretching. For all my false bravado, I was terrified to be with a girl, except maybe for Rose, with whom I felt strangely bonded. So much for me being the fearless one.

Trisha sat on the floor and flexed her muscular legs in a near split, extending her chest to the floor in an amazing display of dexterity and rugged femininity. This girl tempted me, and a queer mixture of anticipation, fear, and guilt flooded my senses leaving me a confused young lady.

The two of us dawdled for a few minutes, talking about the latest rock stars and many idiots that claimed they were celebrities. She especially rattled on about the skinny hotel heiress who liked nothing more than to show her nasty pussy to the cameras.

“That skinny bitch has a raggedy pussy; ya’ ever seen it up close? Hell, I gotta video of her giving some guy with a little dick a blow job.”

Never seeing a porno, I was very curious so I asked, “Really?”

“Yeah, you can come over and spend the night someday and I’ll show it to you. I got access to tons of porn.”

The offer, in and of itself, hit me between the legs, creating an unclear response, “I—I don’t know.”

“Ain’t ya’ ever seen porn? What are you, the last virgin in High School?”

I turned ten shades of red and she received an answer. Possessing a brave exterior on almost every issue, my inward persona regarding girls, sex and relationships was conflicted. Frightened like the proverbial babe in the woods, I wondered if I could ever follow through on a date like she described.

“Oh you sweet thing, you are much too pretty to be a virgin. I can help you take care of that sweetie. Give Trisha a chance, ya’ won’t be sorry; comes with a money-back guarantee.”

I just stood with my mouth open, stunned at the girl’s audacity. But I must admit, I loved it, and my pussy loved it even more. The girl stirred me too much for my own good. “We’re gonna be late,” I blurted out the only thing that entered my mind.

She shrugged, “Study hall next period and the coach don’t care.”

A little more concerned than Trisha, I cringed because Mrs. Blanchard, the high-and-mighty teacher of Language Arts, would surely give me detention.

Trisha, sensing my hesitation said with a devious grin, “Live a little, skip a class.”

Generally, I played the game and stayed under the radar when it came to school, but I smiled at being a little mischievous and indicated yes.

“Showers should be cleared, let’s go,” she suggested.

I speculated why she wanted the showers cleared, but inside I already knew and beamed at the thought of what might happen next.

Walking into the locker room the tardy bell rang. The next period being a conference for the coach, we had the steamy place to ourselves, or so we thought. The coach turned a corner and entered, spotted us and yelled, “What are you two still doing in here? Get dressed and get to class.”

Trisha winked at the coach, “Give us a sec Yvonne. Why aren’t you in class?”

“Saw you out there and thought you might need some help,” said the coach while looking down.

“Got it under control love, maybe next time?”

The coach looked disappointed and glared at Trisha, which surprised me. “Hurry up and get to class.”

“We’ll be along after our shower,” Trisha salaciously responded.

The coach groaned, and perplexed at the secret message that went on between them I thought, Are the coach and Trisha lovers? Nah . . . couldn’t be.

Undressing across from me, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her body. She noticed and clearly didn’t hesitate in showing me her beauty. Teasingly, she bent at her waist and removed her tight lycra spandex shorts exposing her panty clad bottom. Trisha put on a show, and what excited me even more was that no one but the two of us knew of the striptease. At least I thought no one knew.

Looking at me and winking, she smiled and mouthed, “You like?”

Feeling a little guilty about Rose, but unable to control my wanton lust for female comforting, I nodded my head.

She slowly rolled down her panties, revealing an ass that would rival Aphrodite. The shapely bottom, round, smooth and firm, caused my pussy to quiver, and I wanted to walk right up to her and kiss it. She pointed to the private shower bursa bayan escort that accommodated about four individuals, then slowly gave her nipples the slightest tug as she licked her lips.

I nodded again, understanding our silent conversation and grabbed my towel, shampoo and soap. I walked nude toward the shower, liberally dripping moist wetness from my pussy to the hard concrete floor.

She followed me, closed the door to the shower and looked at me with fire in her eyes that produced an equal fire in my belly.

“I want you,” she said with certainty.

“The coach?” I inquired, attempting with little effort to get out of my predicament.

“Knows I’m a lesbian and so is she. This I know for a fact. Nough said?” she asked noticing my reluctance.

“But . . . “

“We could always ask the coach if she wants to watch; she’d like that.”

This crazy girl, so relentless and carefree, caused my inhibitions to leave my mind as quickly as they inhibited me.

“Don’t worry hon, I won’t attack you. Just want you to help me wash my back. Okay?”

“Just the back?” I asked, not knowing if I was disappointed or relieved.

“If that’s all ya’ want.”

Jeez, it was just a back rub between friends, right? No more than that, what could go wrong?

“Okay,” I relented, knowing that I could not resist touching that stunning body.

She turned on a single shower and beckoned me over. I quickly complied. Wetting her long blonde hair she asked, “Shampoo first, maybe?”

I knew she would be asking for more than a back wash. In fact, I hoped with everything I owned she would, but could I do it? Could I cheat on the girl who wasn’t my girl? My answer came when I opened the bottle of shampoo that smelled of lilacs in bloom on a warm spring day. My resistance was lost.

“Only takes a little, that’s the expensive stuff.”

I put a quarter sized dab in my hands and ran my fingers through her hair. Bringing her locks in closely, I breathed deeply as warm sensations of sex ran through my body. I caressed her hair to my cheeks and closed my eyes, sighing in comfort.

Trisha noticed, “Getting distracted baby? Just a back wash, right?” she teased.

That woke me up and again; a little guilty twitch about Rose entered my mind. Rose, I could never get her off my mind, even when I had the exquisite Trisha inches away from me. I must be in love.

There was no mistaking what we were doing, or what I thought we were about to do. It wasn’t love, only raw undefined carnal lust, sex, the body erotic. A deep need that had to be satisfied with the touch of passion’s intensely pleasurable mistress—raw sex, wild sex, that stimulated each cell in my body. I wanted sex, and I wanted it with a woman, Trisha was one fine sex-laden woman. Certain in my mind that I loved another, I compartmentalized this natural process away from my emotions and succumbed to animalistic frenzy.

As I continued to softly massage her scalp, she leaned back into me and warmly sighed, “Uhm, feels good, more.”

I complied by delicately handling her locks as if they were silk butterflies able to flitter off at a moment’s notice. She appreciated the attention by breathlessly responding, “You’re so sweetly hot baby, so tough, yet innocent. I want that wet pussy of yours.”

Trisha pulled free and finished rinsing her hair. She looked at me, water dripping from her taut body and pleaded with pouting lips, “How about I give you a shampoo now?”

Without a word I turned. She took the shampoo and started massaging it through my hair. Never having another so intimately attend to me in such an ambrosial manner caused my body to tense, releasing long dormant feelings. The sensuality of her tender ministrations possessed me. I basked in the glory that was to come as her hands pleasurably worked with great expertise in my hair. She treated my skin with a light tickling of her nails, sending unique ripeness within my pussy. Shivering, I cooed and indicated my sugary surprise of the fulfillment finding me by reaching up, taking her hand and nuzzling her soapy fingers to my cheek in my sudden sensual delirium.

I turned, and as I did, Trisha took my hand and placed in on her pussy, whispering, “Enter me.” Touching the velvety smoothness, I shuddered at the splendor of her wetness. Soft wet folds easily parted, and I entered two fingers slowly in her apple and started a measured intense masturbation. She leaned back against the wall of the shower and winced, then her face took on an angelic look as she gasped in the triumph of her impending orgasm.

I focused on her face, eyes shut tightly, head leaning back and slightly tilted, lips moaning softly in orgasm’s song. I delighted in Trisha’s joy as she stiffened and the walls of her vagina flittered against my fingers. It was such a heady feeling. After a few minutes of gentle stroking, she opened her eyes, then held her breath and stared at me and shook. Finally loudly shouting, bursa ucuz escort “Oh God,” as an orgasm shot through her hot body, “don’t stop!”

Continuing my pacing, wave after wave caressed my fingers, and she embraced and kissed me roughly, pressing hard and tickling my tongue with hers. My own senses tingled as she repeatedly exploded in a fantastic orgasmic rush for what seemed like eternity. Pulling away temporarily sated, Trisha looked into my eyes and said, “Beautiful! You are beautiful; that was beautiful.” Then she kissed me deeply, driving me insane for her body.

She turned, leaned her bottom into me and gyrated her hips. Taking the bar of soap, I washed her intimately, creating a slippery bubbly lather. My hands caressed her back and bottom, cleaning with delicate freedom. She bent slightly at the waist and spread her legs, opening her cheeks further. I moved down and in close, my fingers rubbing deeply in the cleft of her ass. I didn’t know how much more I could take. The sensations I was feeling were too moving, and much too engaging. She looked at me smiling and said, “Oh baby, I like the way you do that.”

I fell to my knees, taking her firm bottom in my hands and squeezing with joy, causing her to squeal in unseemly pleasure. She rhythmically pushed back and forth desiring pleasure.

My slick breasts contacted the soft skin of her ass and trailed up her back as I rose, providing both of us with a reason to slightly moan. She turned her head back to me and we kissed, while my hands massaged her firm supple breasts and made them slick with sudsy dampness. Finding myself a mindless servant to my desires, my lips and tongue traveled from her lips, to her neck and back. Lowering myself to my knees again, I kissed her aromatic butt cheek. She sighed absently, “Nice, lick me.”

Not knowing exactly what to do, I let my instincts take over and kissed the warmth inside her bottom. I wondered at my strange fascination, my delight in the newness, the eroticism and intimacy of what I was doing to Trisha’s body. It felt natural, as if I was always meant to love women. At that moment I acknowledged what I knew to be true—I was a lesbian, and it was bliss.

I pulled back a second and looked up at her in surrender and amazement. She opened her eyes and looked back at me perplexed, “More?”

Smiling back, I nodded and enjoyed the comfort of pleasing a woman, with a full understanding that I loved women and wanted sex only with women. This was who I was—a maddened awakening thrilled my soul.

My tongue, as if having a will of its own, licked deeply and greedily as she started massaging her own pussy. She reached her hand back and pressed my face into her, reveling in my soft wet tenderness.

The sexiness of teasing a girl so privately consumed me, and I rejoiced in it, feeling an ineffable happiness in pleasing this lovely young woman so intimately, so sexually.

Lust drifted from my tongue to Tricia’s sensitive anus, giving her body rich stimulation that her sounds of pleasure indicated she appreciated. I went at her hard, licking deeply as the warm waters of the shower partially hid the ever-increasing moans loudly escaping from her lips. Pleasing her was delicious, and I milked her bottom as a kitten sucking at her mother’s breast.

“Finger me,” she pleaded.

I found her slick folds, and two fingers slowly entered her cavern as I continued my intimate attention to her rosebud. Her hand began rubbing her clit at a rapid pace as she panted breathlessly pushing her bottom into my face. Her muscular lower extremities trembled as I continued stroking her pussy.

“Fuck,” she yelled, then erupted in orgasm, falling to all fours as I trailed after her never leaving her pussy or bottom. Trisha convulsed repeatedly, finally pushing me away and whispering, “No more.”

I couldn’t stop, the glory of committing such a lecherous act pleased me, and I continued to stroke and lick. She gasped loudly, and again quaked in a Vesuvius like eruption that squirted juice from her throbbing pussy over my hand.

She fell forward, placing her face to the unsanitary shower floor and begged, “Please, no more.”

Waking from my dream-like state I lifted. “Sorry,” I said, really meaning it. “I just got excited, never did that before.”

She stood and looked at me, “That was incredible. So I really am your first? You are a natural baby. That was hot!”

I shyly nodded, looking up at her from my knees. She gazed at me in wonder, took my hand graciously and licked her juice off my fingers. I stood and Trisha pushed me back to the shower wall roughly, kissing me deeply while thrusting her pelvis into mine. Tongues intermingled as she gave me her lust, lips and need. My body surged with desire and wonton carnal demand. She lightly chewed my bottom lip, playfully pulling it. I ground into her hips with zeal, completely uncontrolled.

“You’re so hot,” she whispered. This released my inner tigress to an even deeper level, and I resumed sucking and licking her neck, enjoying my first intimate experience with a woman like it would be my last. She bent back, allowing to me to drink in her firm breasts as my mind wished they were Rose’s breasts, and once again, a twinge of guilt found me. Sweet Rose, would you let me love you like this?

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Archie and I got on splendidly, better, in fact, than most married couples we knew. The fons et origo of most troubles seemed to be jealousy, and as Archie had as little interest in fucking me as I had in being fucked by him, all went off rather well. It was always a joy to welcome his Mama, Lady Cecily, to our Hampshire home, because she was always so nice to me.

After dinner on Friday night, when Archie, his friends and the Duke, his father, had all banished us from the room while they smoked smelly cigars and told dirty stories, Lady Cecily was kind enough to sit with me. Annie served us our martinis, and we relaxed and talked.

“Archie’s a lucky fellow, Pixie.”

Like everyone, my Ma-in-law called me by my nick-name.

“I am so glad you think so Ma.”

I knew she liked being called “Ma,” and in truth I felt more affection for her than I did for my own mother.

“It’s not every girl would tolerate his peccadilloes, but I rather think they are no real hardship for you dear?”

I looked at her as though puzzled, and smiled.

“Really Ma, and why would that be?”

“I’ve heard rumours, and I only had to see the way you looked at your maid to know they are true. You prefer women don’t you, my dear?”

As her blue eyes seemed to bore into me, I felt an urge to confess, knowing I could trust her.

“I do, Mama, does that make me a bad girl?”

She smiled at the tone I had adopted, clearly liking it.

“No baby girl, it makes you a delicious daughter-in-law. I want you to come to my room tonight, no excuses, tell that maid of yours you are needed elsewhere.”

“Yes, Mama, as it happens she’s got Lady Dora tonight, so I’d be in the maid’s room again.”

“Again! You are such a silly goose Pixie, she’s your maid and should do as you want.”

Smily slyly I whispered:

“The thought of being made to wait behind Lady Dora is what I want.”

And that was how I came to be in my mother-in-law’s bedroom. Her maid had undressed her and she was, like me, in her night-things.

“Do you like what you see Pixie?”

I could only nod and do what I did when nervous, which was to suck my thumb.

“You look adorable dear.”

She looked delicious, and I told her so.

Her bosom was the most amazing one I had ever seen. I usually saw it buttressed up by the considerable scaffolding that was her corsetry, but untethered, well, her breasts were enormous; she later told me they were 40EE, which was a size I had not even known existed.

“My lap, now!”

I did as she instructed.

I loved her smell, and her skin, though it had lost the softness of youth, was still smooth and silky to the touch. Sliding a strap from her shoulder and gripping her enormous breast, she thrust it into my face. I sucked her thick, swollen nipple between my eager lips, pressing my face into the flesh of her breast, losing myself utterly in suckling her.

I could hear her moaning as I sucked harder, my tongue flicking her nipple hungrily. I loved the way she stroked my hair and made soothing noises.

I felt her hands go under my nightie, feeling its way up my inner thighs. I suckled harder in response. As she touched my wet sex I moaned.

“Does my little Pixie like that then? Tell me darling, who do you love more, your Ma or me?”

Breathless, aroused, I reluctantly pulled off the nipple.

“Oh Mama, you, you, I love you more.”

She patted my head.

“Good girl. Now do you want to please your Mama?”

‘Oh yes, Mama,” I said in a heartfelt tone; there was nothing I wanted more.

Easing me off her lap, she pulled up her nightdress as I crawled between her thighs.

I don’t know why I was surprised by her luxuriant bush, but I was. I sniffed her, and a thrill ran though me. She guided my head, and, parting her lips, I applied the tip of my tongue to her gooey sex.

Her hair tickled my face, and as she pushed into me, I could feel my cheeks burning. My tongue licked up her slit, scooping her juices so that I could coat her clit with them. As I reached the promised land, I gasped, her clit was so big.

“Suck it little one!”

Her wish was my command.

My lips fasted round her clit, and as I sucked, she moaned, gripping my head harder and rubbing her wetness bursa otele gelen escort onto my chin. My tongue began to flick her, massaging her big, stiff clit.

“Suck it, there’s a good girl, suck my girl cock.”

She was losing it. I could feel I could smell. I knew that smell, I knew the signs. She got rougher, as though I was there just as a sex aid.

“Get your fucking fingers in my pussy you little bitch, NOW!”

She was so open and wet that I could comply immediately. I thrust three fingers in, instinctively knowing that unlike me, she would be able to take it. I thrust deep and hard and fast. She was beginning to convulse and then, as my teeth grazed her clit she came.

At first I though she’d pissed on me, there was so much liquid. I was drenched, my nightie soaked with her juices.

Like a good girl should, I applied myself to cleaning her while she came down from Nirvana.

She put her hand under my chin as she recovered and lifted up my face so she could see me.

“My, you look such a sight Pixie, I am sorry I rubbed so hard, I am afraid you will have to cover those red marks. You are such a good girl.”

I smiled.

“Thank you Mama, what was that?”

“Some women squirt when they orgasm, Pixie, and I am one. Did you like it? We’d better get that nightie off.”

As she pulled it over my head, I confirmed I had loved it.

“My, you are tiny, aren’t you? And what’s with the bald pussy?”

“Yes, Mama, my titties are very tiny. Annie likes me bald there, Mama.”

“Well you are my special daughter-in-law and we are going to have so much fun. But, oh, I want more and now. Lie on the bed dear!”

I did as I was told.

Lady Cecily was generously proportioned around the hip area, and as she lowered her large arse onto me, I felt a momentary fear that I should be suffocated. But the fact that she was spanking my cunt banished that thought.

“Bad little Pixie, never lets her husband in here.” And then a spank, and then repeated and another sharp spank.

I’d have let out a muffled groan but for the fact that my face was buried in her arse. I licked the entrance to her anus, the musky smell and taste filling my world. From the way she squirmed, I knew she liked it, and from the way she lifted her arse every few minutes, she was clearly aware I needed air from time to time.

As I licked and played with her generous arse, her fingers worked my wet cunt.

“What would you mother say is she saw me using you like this? She’d know you were MY girl now!”

Lady Cecily liked to talk as she fucked, and it was clear that her turn on came in part from the fact I was her daughter-in-law, but even more from the thought she’d taken my from my birth mother. That the latter would not have given a damn, not being in any way desirous of me, mattered not; her fantasy thoughts were all.

As she pleasured me and I lapped her arse, I could not help thinking that this was wholly new to me, but not displeasing. I’d sort of thought that she was sexy, but never imagined this or anything like it, and, of course, as she was not my birth mother, there was no incest involved, though the implication clearly turned Lady Cecily on.

I was able to slide my face forward so she was rubbing her cunt onto my face again. My cunt was on fire, but she went no further than spanking me. Just my luck, I reflected, another lover into denying me.

I could hear her moaning grow louder and then, clenching my face between her thighs, she once more came.

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” Lady Cecily called.

I heard a familiar giggle.

“What’s that between your legs, your Ladyship?”

“That, Annie, is your Mistress, Lady Cynthia.”

“Has she cum yet?”

“No, our agreement was that she wouldn’t, and I am a woman of of my word.”

“I am glad you enjoyed her.”

Lady Cecily ground her cunt in my face a little more. Suddenly I felt a tongue on my cunt.

“I must say, Annie, I admire your new bitch; the lead suits her. Is Dora going to make Pixie cum?”

I wanted to see, but couldn’t. My hands gripped Lady Cecily’s hips, but there was no way I could move her.

“Oh we shall see,” giggled Annie, “in the meantime escort bayan you can watch me fuck her while you grind yourself on my slut’s face. Slut Dora, slow and steady, if she cums you will be punished.”

From between my open legs I heard a muffled:

“Yes Miss Annie.”

I longed to be able to do what Lady Cecily was doing to me, that is to grind my wet and aching cunt into Dora’s face, but instead had to endure the exquisite agony of her tongue giving a long lick upward, then stopping, and then repeating a process minutes later. I could tell, though, when Annie entered her, as she roughly pushed into me as I needed. But as Annie settled into a rhythm, Dora went back to teasing me.

I was, fortunately, distracted by Lady Cecily’s wetness. Sometimes it almost seemed as though she forgot I needed to breathe, and I felt smothered by her arse. I licked ever more frantically, tantalised by the ache throbbing between my spread legs.

I could hear the sound of spanking, and Dora would lick me in time with the smacks.

“You look close Cecily.”

“Oh yes, fuck yes, Annie. Are you?”

“Yes,” she almost hissed.

Then I was lost as Lady Cecily once more squirted. I was drenched and half smothered, but could hear Annie’s orgasm.

My eyes blinked as Lady Cecil dismounted.

Annie was smiling at me.

“That was so sexy darling. Are you a very needy girl?”

With Dora’s blonde head still between my thighs that was not the half of what I felt, but I knew the game I had to play.

“Yes, Miss Annie, I’m a very needy little Pixieslut.”

Lady Cecily clapped her hands.

“Oh you DO have her well-trained Annie.”

Annie laughed.

“They are such good girls, who would imagine that they are upper class ladies now?”

With that, she threw Lady Cecily a collar for me.

“Put it on her Cecily.”

Lady Cecily made me kneel, taking me aways from Dora’s tongue. I whimpered, but did as I was told. I could see, as I was collared, that Dora was also collared. Lady Cecily and Annie made us kneel side by side. I looked at Dora, her eyes were glazed with lust. Leads were attached.

“Walkies!” Annie announced gaily.

As I watched Lady Dora’s arse roll side to side as she crawled, I was conscious of making the same spectacle myself.

“What do you propose to do with them, Annie, alas, we can hardly take them for a walk in the garden without creating scandal.”

“One day we shall,” Annie said, “but you are right, not tonight. I think we shall equip one of our bitches with the means of congress, which one do you think, Cecily?”

I could see from Dora’s eyes that like me, she was lost in a haze of neediness.

“Lady Pixie is the smallest, so she should receive,” Lady Cecil said.

I had to watch as Annie fitted Lady Dora with the strap on. As she did so, she pushed it against her clit, making Dora gasp.

“If you fuck her right, then you will cum too. Now, sniff your little bitch. Pixieslut, arch that back, arse up, good girl!”

The sheer humiliation of my position almost made me cum. My Mother-in-law was watching me, having used me herself, she could now see how obedient I really was.

Dora needed no second bidding, she was so worked up.

She sniffed me, licking me, driving me wild. Not caring any longer, I wiggled my arse, just needing to be taken, hard.

Dora mounted me.

I felt her girl cock poking, searching, as her hands gripped my shoulders. She pressed and rubbed, frantic for release herself and then, of a sudden, she found my entrance and pushed in, plugging me, filling me. I screamed in ecstasy, pushing my arse up so that the girl cock would press Dora’s clit.

She ravished me. She was so needy, so eager for her long-denied orgasm. She told me later that before they came into the room, Annie had already had two orgasms.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck you, Pixieslut, I want to cum!”

As I looked up, I could see Lady Cecily pleasuring herself, looking at Annie, who was clearly enjoying the spectacle.

As she plundered my cunt I gasped, pressing back. Oh I so wanted my clit touched, though truth to tell it was so sensitive that doing so might have spoiled me. Then Dora gripped me so hard that I felt her nails bite mudanya escort into me. She had one of those big, juddering orgasms. I felt her mound press against me as she came, deep in me.

I was whimpering, still not able to cum.

I moaned as she pulled out.

“You are such a deprived little slut, aren’t you Pixie?”

“Yes, yes Miss!” I said, hoping for some sort of relief.

“Cecily, sit on the edge of the bed, legs open!” Annie ordered.

To my surprise, Lady Cecily did so.

“Now, Dora, sit on her lap, legs open!”

Dora did so, I could see two glistening cunts.

Then, to top it all, Annie sat on Dora, and I was presented with three wet cunts.

“If you can make us all cum, Pixieslut, you will be allowed to cum too!”

Never one to reject a challenge, especially when the stakes were so high, I set about my task with gusto!

I suppose I had realised before how different pussies taste to each other, but this was an object lesson. I started at the bottom, reasoning that as my tongue teased Lady Cecily, my nose could rub against the folds of Lady Dora’s cunt, which would, if I were flexible, allow my fingers to play with Annie, moving down ever and anon to Dora and even my mother-in-law.

That was the theory.

In practice it turned out somewhat different; I’d failed to allow for what in other circumstances might have been described as different cooking times.

Dora was clearly still stoked up. The orgasm I had given her had taken the edge off her needs, but the situation in which she found herself, sitting on my mother-in-law’s naked lap, with Annie’s cunt dripping down onto her, and Annie’s hands massaging her tits, was quickly driving her back to the edge again.

Lady Cecily, who had already orgasmed at least thrice, was also fired up. Her hands were massaging Annie’s magnificent tits, her thumbs and fingers expertly squeezing and pulling Annie’s nipples. But Annie, who had also cum several times, was better at resisting, so, I switched to her.

Inserting my left index finger and middle finger into Lady Cecily, and my right ones into Lady Dora, I focussed on Annie.

Her lips were so full and juicy, but I resisted moving my fingers from where they were and decided to use my tongue in a way I had not before. Pushing my face deep into her wetness, I made a tube out of my tongue and, stiffening it, I pushed it deep, tasting the stronger juices of her velvet walls. Wiggling my tongue, I used it like a little cock and soon made her moan.

With Lady Cecily squeezing and pulling her nipples, and Lady Dora beginning to squirm deliciously, I was in sight of my goal, and redoubled my efforts, pushing my face into Annie’s pungent wetness as though I was fucking her with a girl cock, in and out, thrusting and moving inside her. Then I pushed her clit with my nose.

“Oh you filthy little Pixie!”

As Annie gushed, Lady Dora splooshed onto me, and Lady Cecil joined in the gooey waterfall; Annie gripped my head holding me tight.

I licked all of them clean, feeling my own needs so urgently, but accepting my self-imposed fate.

Annie climbed off, allowing the others to move. They sat in a row on the side of the bed.

“Come here little Pixie!” Annie ordered.

I stood in front of them. conscious of being coated with their girl goo, and of my own neediness.

“Squat!”

I did as I was told.

‘Are you a needy little Pixieslut?”

“Yes, Miss Annie, I whimpered.

“Well you know what you must ask for, ask each of us in turn, starting with Slut Dora and ending with me.”

My sinews felt stretched, so did my ability to stop touching myself. So I did as she told me.

“Please Slut Dora, may I have cummies?”

Dora was still coming round. Her perfect breasts looked good enough to eat, and her nipples were dark pink and crinkled with lust.

“Yes, Pixieslut.”

“Thank you Slut Dora. Please Lady Cecily, may I have cummies?”

She smiled and nodded:

“Of course little Pixieslut!”

“Please, Miss Annie, may your Pixieslut have cummies?”

Annie seemed to hesitate before saying:

“Rub, now, fast.”

With all three of them watching, I shamelessly put my hand between my thighs. I could not bear to touch my aching clit so circled round it.

“Isn’t she just so cute?” Annie giggled, the others joined in.

At that, I broke, and I felt myself overwhelmed as I collapsed as I came. It was so intense.

Annie knelt and kissed me.

“Did you enjoy that, darling?”

“Oh yes,” I said, meaning it.

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When I am home alone with my infant son, Mikie, I have a tendency to make myself as comfortable as I possibly can. Take today for example. I am sitting on the sofa nursing my boy for his nourishment and to induce sleep. I am wearing an oversized man’s shirt that I saw no reason to button.

My little darling had apparently gotten his fill of breast milk because he was peacefully snoozing as only a baby that age can do. His tiny mouth on my nipple along with the feel of his tiny hand massaging my breast as he drained his quota had once again turned me on like a Christmas tree. My chest and breast were rising and falling abnormally, and precious Mikie was taking the ride entirely unaware of the events occurring around him.

Then the knock at the door broke the silence. My heart leaped to my throat. I just knew the noise would waken my baby.

“Caroline,” the voice from outside said, “it’s me, Paige. Are you home?”

It was my very good friend from down the street. Some people say we are joined at the hip, but my pregnancy and child birth altered that situation somewhat.

I made a shushing sound, and in a voice as loud as I dared under the circumstances, I invited her into my house. The minute she entered and surveyed the situation she assumed an affected stealth mode. She tiptoed over in front of me and the baby taking undue precautions not to wake His Highness.

“What a lovely sight,” she whispered as she surveyed my skimpily clad body and the kid attached to my motherly large breast. “May I?” she asked as she seated herself cross legged between my legs. Surprisingly her action caused a warm sensation to flow through my body and flush my cheeks.

“Make yourself to home,” I whispered as I shifted slightly on the sofa.

“Thanks, I will.” She steadied herself by placing her hands on my legs just above the knee. The warm tide raced through my body once again, but this time it was more intense, “Can I do anything for you, Mom?” Emphasis on the Mom bit.

“You could if you had a cock about eight inches long,” I said. “This kid makes me hornier than Hell ever time I feed him. My tits are super sensitive, and he is nothing short of demanding when he latches onto one of my nipples. I’ll bet my pussy is wet right now.”

“Let me check,” Paige volunteered as she stroked my slit with her forefinger. “Absolutely,” she reported.

“Careful, I’m still a little sensitive down there.”

“Sorry,” Paige said sympathetically. “Here, let me kiss it and make it better.”

“Yeah, right,” I sighed. “Ooooh,” I gasped as I felt her lips against my pussy. “What are you doing?” I cried.

“I just did what I’ve wanted to do for months now. I had an idea your pussy would be delicious, and I was right in thinking so.”

“You like my pussy?” I was flabbergasted. “You’re my best girl friend, Paige, and with your equipment, you’re definitely not a man.”

“I can see there’s nothing wrong with your eyesight, Love. I am also open-minded and a free thinker.”

“But . . . but …” I stammered.

“Never make a bursa evi olan escort judgment without adequate research, Caroline. Care to explore?”

“But I’ve never . . .”

“And you never will if you maintain that attitude the rest of your life.”

“I can’t,” I argued. “I have Mikie . . .”

“Hush. If you want to take a step you’ll never forget, we will put Mikie in his crib and then we can enjoy each other. How about it?”

“Kiss my pussy again,” I said softly.

Paige leaned forward, pressed her lips firmly against my slit and gently inserted her tongue part way into my pussy hole.

I gasped at her intimate touch, but I also blossomed with arousal. My pussy puckered, and my thighs closed in on Paige’s cheeks.

“Oh God. What a rush.” My breasts were doing the billowing thing again.

Paige rose to her feet. “Let me have Mikie,” she said tenderly, “it’s my turn, now.”

I reluctantly surrendered my child, but I watched Paige’s every step as she took him in to his crib. A few moments passed before she returned, but when she did she was butt naked.

The warmth returned to my cheeks again, and this time I felt an exciting sensation in my breasts and my crotch as well.

“You like?” she ask as she struck a pose.

“Your beautiful,” I commented honestly, “and I like the outfit,” referring to her nude body.

“Let’s concentrate on yours for now, Love. We need to release some of that tension you’ve been building up. I can do that for you, honest.” She knelt down between my legs again only this time she pressed her body against my crotch and stretched her nudity along mine positioning her face near mine. Without asking, she pressed her soft lips against mine tenderly and flicked the tip of her tongue against my lips until I made way for her intrusion.

Involuntarily I admitted her tongue into my mouth where it wandered and probed until I returned the gesture. We were both heaving and panting by now, but we continued with our passionate embraces. While we were engaged in this intimate rapture Paige cupped one of my breasts with a free hand and kneaded its softness caringly.

I thought my body was going to explode, but Paige was just beginning. She shifted her body downward so she could make contact with my breast and her mouth. Her first contact with her mouth on my nipple set off a series of flashes and caused bells to ring. I clutched her head with both hands and held it firmly to my breast. I also pressed my pussy against hers as hard as I could.

This was my first seriously intimate contact with another human being since some time before giving birth to Mikie. I wasn’t at all surprised to feel an orgasm surging through my body. I pressed even harder against Paige’s pussy, and let my fluids flow.

She felt my climax and she felt me relaxing my body after it had subsided. She whispered in my ear, “We’re just getting started, Love, but you can come all you want to while we are together. We don’t have to worry about an erection or virility or anything altıparmak escort like that. We can fuck ‘til the cows come home.” She squeezed her breasts against mine again, wiggled them from side to side, and then with her mouth and tongue leading the way, she worked her body past my navel and on to the serious playground.

I could feel the product of my first orgasm oozing down my slit, over my pussy hole, along the crack of my ass, and on to the sofa. I didn’t for a minute think about the stain my juices would make. I concentrated solely on the path my lover’s tongue was taking. My hands were still resting on her head encouraging her and assuring her that I was totally in favor of her intentions.

Paige was nuzzling my pubic patch with her nose while she tickled my slit and teased my asshole with her forefinger. My libido alert system was fully activated, and absently mindedly my hips were causing my snatch to rise and fall looking for more positive sexual satisfaction. Obviously, Paige and I were on the same wave length.

Her nose worked its way down to my hood and promptly pushed aside nature’s protective cover exposing my inflamed clitoris to the world, but specifically to her mouth and tongue. Once her mouth covered the target and her tongue engaged in intense close order contact with my engorged nub, I began to experience the most breathtaking, excruciatingly delicious orgasm I had ever had. I have no idea how long it lasted, but I do know I was entirely drained of the fluids and energy required to fuel another such occasion.

After this colossal experience subsided, we were still lying on the sofa gasping for breath and still fondling each other in the most intimate of places. My itch had been scratched magnificently well, and my sexual inadequacies were just fond memories. At least I thought this was true.

“Caroline,” Paige managed with bated breath, “once you catch your breath sufficiently we are going into the final phase of all girl seduction.”

“My God, Paige. What else can there be. I’ve never been more satisfied in my life even considering when I got knocked up with Mikie.”

“You can put the notion of pregnancy on the shelf until you alone are convinced that another child is what you want. You have the most reliable contraceptive in the universe.”

“What’s that?”

“Me.”

“You are wonderful, Paige. I can’t imagine what else there is to this female to female sex world. Tell me, please.”

“Well, I intentionally avoided your pussy hole this go ‘round because it’s too soon after you tried to stretch it all out of shape shitting your watermelon. We need to give it time to recover and return to its original size. Then I plan to explore that cave like a professional spelunker would do.”

“A what?”

“Someone that explores caves, baby>”

“Oh.”

“Now if you are rested,” Paige said, “I want you to roll over on your stomach and pull your knees as far up under your body as you can. Can you do that for me?

“Of course I can, silly. I’m gemlik escort recovering from childbirth, Paige. I’m not injured or cripple.” I pulled my knees up to just below where my breast were hanging down from my body. “Is this good?”

“Perfect.” Paige moved around to my uplifted ass, and surveyed the situation. “You’re going to love this, Sweetheart.”

From this vantage point Paige had a clear and unobstructed view of both my ass and my pussy. My vulva was still prominently swollen from the events of earlier in the day, and my asshole was as obvious as the beacon on a lighthouse. Paige stroked my pussy a few times with a couple of fingers and they came away very wet and slick.

I could not see what was taking place back where Paige was, but before long I felt Paige’s solidly extended tongue travel from the top of my pussy all the way across my pussy hole, my asshole, and up to where my ass crack faded from sight. Paige made this journey several more times before she stopped at the little brown opening.

She repositioned herself to provide better access to her objective before she leaned forward and covered my asshole with her mouth. She used her tongue to tease the asshole a few times before she forcefully jutted her tongue into the tight opening. I squealed and snapped at the intruding tongue with my asshole.

“Oooh,” I panted, “I liked that.”

Paige didn’t reply. She still had her tongue buried in my snug asshole, and was now busily pumping it in and out as fast as she could.

My asshole was still grappling with this fantastic intruder, but my goal was definitely not to expel it. I had never had anything in my asshole before; not even a cock, so Paige’s tongue was on a virgin voyage, so to speak. I bucked my rear end against Paige’s grip on her asshole more to get more depth from my lover’s tongue than for any other reason.

Paige still had more tricks up her sleeve. She reached between my legs and gently pressed a finger into my cunt. I moaned with pure joy and satisfaction. Paige added a finger, and slowly began to pump them in and out of my slick wet pussy. I now had two good reasons to squirm with pleasure.

I turned to my lover. And hoarsely gave her a status report. “Paige, honey, if you keep that up I am going to come again.”

Paige raised her head from her objective just long enough to say between gasps, “I know, baby. I know.” Then back to my backdoor and her tongue probing. Only now she removed her fingers from my swollen pussy, and moved her attention to my clitoris. It was still sensitive from earlier attention, but response to Paige’s fingers was instant.

I gasped and squealed as Paige administered pure ecstasy to my little nub. “Oh, God, Paige. Oh shit, oh wow. Here it comes again, Love. I’m going to spurt all over you.”

Paige raised her head from my asshole. “Do it you horny bitch,” she cried. “You’re long over due. Give me everything you’ve got. My orgasm was so intense, and my pleasure was so profound that I was actually weeping before it was over.

Paige took me into her arms lovingly and comforted me much as a mother would do.. She also had a hand on my breasts caressing it lovingly.

We kissed tenderly; then passionately. I was still weeping when we heard Mikie cry out for attention.

I put the entire world on hold as I dashed off to tend my baby.

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Brooke Adams and Tyler Sorenson sat shoulder-to-shoulder on a wooden bleacher within their high school’s gymnasium, each of the seniors staring at their cell phones and occasionally tapping them with practiced thumbs. It was the afternoon work-out for the girls’ volleyball team and on the far side of the large gym bouncing balls echoed loudly as the boys’ basketball team began their warm-ups as well. Many students were scattered around the bleachers and gymnasium floor, athletes and spectators both.

Tyler studied her phone intently, “Jenny Anderson just posted something about a rave on Saturday, downtown in the warehouse district. It’s eighteen-plus. Wanna go?”

“Oh goody,” Brooke was sarcastic, “Trance music and date-rape. Sounds like fun.”

“I like trance music,” Tyler said, unoffended by Brooke’s all-too common sarcasm, “And I haven’t been dancing in like, forever.”

Brooke swiped a few times on her phone’s face, “Sure, let’s go. Maybe we can score some ecstasy.”

Tyler glanced aside at her best friend, “You want to do ecstasy?”

Brooke seemed casual, “My cousin said she tried some at college and that it was awesome.”

One of the Volleyball coaches, a middle-aged woman in drab sweats, blew her whistle signaling the beginning of practice. Tyler stuffed her phone into the duffle bag beside her and zipped it shut as she rose from the bleacher, “Whatever. Are you going to hang out?”

Brooke nodded, “Yeah. I’ll give you a ride home.”

Tyler reached to clasp her hair into a ponytail, “Cool. Thanks, hon.”

“No problem, babe,” Brooke replied, still mesmerized by her phone as Tyler trotted out to the gym floor.

The two girls had grown-up together in Crystal, Minnesota; a middle-class suburban neighborhood of Minneapolis. Their houses were just three blocks apart and they had known one another since before grade school, when they attended the same daycare as toddlers. For as long as either of them could remember they had been best friends – as inseparable as twin sisters. But for all they had in common, they certainly had their differences.

Tyler was fit and athletic, 5’9″ with long, straight black hair, blue eyes, and a tanned body toned from exercise. She preferred a sporty, functional wardrobe and often wore her hair clasped into a ponytail in the style of Ariana Grande – one of her favorite pop music artists. Tyler enjoyed sports, dancing, and could usually be found during the early morning hours jogging through the streets of Crystal.

When volleyball practice began, Tyler stripped off a light track jacket and was wearing a pair of blue sweats with white leg stripes, a white sports bra, and black Nikes.

Brooke was slightly shorter, 5’8″, with golden blonde hair that she liked to curl into meticulously styled ringlets. They framed her heart-shaped face and fell just past the shoulders. Brooke had green eyes, tan skin, and a slender frame with soft curves in all the right places. Brooke had no interest in sports, though she often supported her best friend by attending Tyler’s games and practices, but was more interested in fashion, celebrity gossip, and shopping.

She was wearing a salmon-colored above-the-knee skirt, a clinging white buttoned blouse, and strappy heels. Brooke wore far more make-up than Tyler, who barely wore any, and loved jewelry of all kinds.

As Brooke continued to hypnotize herself with her phone, one of the boys from the basketball team lost control of his ball and it bounced in Brooke’s direction. Rob was an African-American boy with a head shaved bald and a toned muscular body, wearing baggy shorts and a tee-shirt. While retrieving his ball, Rob got an eyeful of Brooke’s bare crossed legs as she sat on the front bleacher.

Rob plopped himself onto the bleacher beside Brooke, “Hey, beautiful,” he greeted her with a charming smile and leaned against her.

“Ew,” Brooke recoiled playfully with a giggle, “You’re all sweaty!”

“I’d like to see you all sweaty,” Rob spun the basketball on his finger, “If you know what I mean.”

Brooke snorted, “Keep dreaming, mister.”

“Aw, you’re cold – you’re cold. But you won’t be able to resist my charms forever.”

“And where are these charms of yours, hmm?” Brooke played hard-to-get, “I’ve yet to see them.”

Rob enjoyed the flirtatious games he and Brooke often played, “Are you going to the rave this weekend? Maybe I can show you then.”

“Tyler mentioned there was a rave. Any chance you could help me score some ecstasy while we’re there?”

“I might know a guy,” Rob smiled at the prospect of Brooke on ecstasy, “Hit me up on text when you and Tyler get there. I’ll see if I can hook you up.”

“JOHNSON!” the boys’ basketball coach suddenly yelled towards Rob, “This isn’t social hour, goddammit. Get your ass back here before I have you running laps!”

“Looks like you gotta go,” Brooke’s smile reached her eyes, “See you Saturday night?”

Rob stood and began deftly dribbling his ball, “Looking forward to it, beautiful.” orhangazi escort

Brooke rolled her eyes at his obvious advances before glancing towards the volleyball action. She spotted and Tyler jump high to spike a ball over the net. She clapped in support of her friend and cheered loudly, “Woo-hoo! Give ’em hell, girl!”

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After practice, Brooke drove the two high school seniors home in her Ford crossover SUV. Its interior was littered with sunglass cases, make-up containers, school notebooks, gossip magazines, and empty soft-drink bottles. The heavy bass of a pop song thudded from rear speakers and Brooke’s hand tapped along to the beat against her steering wheel.

“Rob totally hit on me again during your practice,” Brooke grinned.

Tyler’s face was lit from the glow of her phone, “Do you want to go out with him?”

“Yeah, right,” Brooke laughed out a scoff, “Can you imagine my dad’s reaction? ‘Hi, Daddy. Meet my new boyfriend. Oh, by the way – he’s black’.”

“I don’t get why your dad is such a racist. I mean, it’s 2018 for fuck’s sake. Shouldn’t humanity be more enlightened by now?”

“I don’t know if he’s racist,” Brooke mused, “I think he’s just stuck in the days when inter-racial relationships were still taboo, you know? Like, the only the only guy a white Lutheran girl should date is a white Lutheran boy.”

“Uh, that’s racist,” Tyler informed Brooke dryly, tapping at her phone.

“Rob is cute, though,” Brooke grinned, “Right?”

Tyler lifted a shoulder, “I guess. He kind of reminds me of Michael Jordan. You know, when he was with the Tar Heels.”

Brooke rolled her eyes, “I have no idea what a Tar Heel is, but get this – he said he could score us some ecstasy tomorrow night.”

“Who did…? Rob?”

“No,” Brooke snorted sarcastically, “Michael Jordan. Of course, Rob!”

“I can’t believe you want to try ecstasy,” Tyler teased, “When did you become such a druggie?”

“Whatever,” Brooke defended herself as she turned onto Tyler’s street, “It’s not like I want to go behind the cafeteria and smoke-up with the meth-heads. It’s just a little ecstasy. My cousin said it’s harmless, but a total trip. Besides, it’s a fucking rave for crying out loud – everyone’s going to be doing it.”

“Fine,” Tyler didn’t really have a problem with her friend doing ecstasy, it just surprised her. Brooke had never shown any interest in drugs before.

Brooke pulled to the curb in front of Tyler’s house and came to a stop, “So will you try it with me?”

“I’ll think about it. Thanks for the ride, hon.” Tyler opened the passenger door, “Pick me up at eight?”

“You got it, babe.” Brooke blew her friend a kiss, “Hey! Do you want to stay over, tomorrow?”

Tyler got out of the car, “Yeah, I’ll tell my parents.”

It wasn’t unusual for either of the girls to spend the night at the other’s house – it had been a common occurrence since childhood sleep-overs. Tyler felt as much at home at Brooke’s house as she did her own, and vice versa. They were like sisters, after all.

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The rave was located in Minneapolis’ downtown warehouse district, a location that held several trendy dance clubs and smaller bars. The girls had to produce IDs at the door to prove they were both eighteen and received colored neon bracelets that signified they were under 21 years of age and unable to buy alcohol.

Brooke had her golden hair twirled in a magnificent mess of clasps and tumbling ringlets, with big silver hoop earrings dangling from her ears. She wore a pair of white skinny-jeans so tight they looked painted onto her curvaceous legs over open-toed shoes. A whit spaghetti-strap top showed her mid-riff, much of her ample cleavage, as well as the entirety of her tanned shoulders and arms.

Tyler was no less modest in a black micro mini-skirt which bared almost the entire expanse of her long, tanned legs. A blue tank top stretched around her torso, tightly covering her from the belly-button to the top of her small breasts. As usual her hair was clasped up, but her ponytail cascaded down behind her head in a styled triangle of dark wavy tendrils.

“I’m going to text Rob,” Brooke produced her phone once they were inside the club, “Let him know we’re here.”

Tyler pointed to a vendor bright with neon merchandise, “Tell him we’ll be by the counter selling rave sticks.”

Brooke nodded and her thumbs became a dexterous blur as they walked.

The girls entered a vast, expansive area filled with a mass of writhing people at its center. Pounding, bass-fueled electronica drowned out almost all other noise and flashing strobes lit the club from every corner. Tyler practically had to yell for a server to hear her order a pair of fruity beverages. Brooke pulled a flat wad of money the girls had pooled out of her back pocket, since Tyler’s skimpy skirt afforded no storage, and paid for the drinks.

No more than a minute passed, while Tyler was sucking some of her drink through nilüfer escort a straw, when she spotted the approach of Rob. He was wearing a pair of overly baggy jeans, crisp new sneakers, and a white muscle shirt that showed off his perfectly sculptured arms. “Look,” Tyler pointed, “There he is.”

Brooke lifted an arm and waved until Rob spotted the girls and moved their way.

“God damn!” Rob eyed them up and down while rubbing his chin, “You two have got to be the sexiest bitches here!”

Brooke beamed a bright smile at the compliment.

Tyler gave Rob a quick hug in greeting, “Looking good yourself, hon. You been working out?”

“Yeah, you know how it is.” Rob flashed his pearly white teeth in a smile, “Gotta look good for those college scouts coming to see the state’s number one shooting guard.”

“And here I thought you only wanted to look good for me,” Brooke teased. “So what’s up? Did you score for us, or what?”

“You know I be looking out for you, beautiful.” Rub plunged his hand into a pocket and produced a plastic baggy containing small white pills, “I got you six hits, but you’re only going to need one. This is the real shit, right here.”

“How much?” Brooke wondered.

“This is on me,” Rob offered, “But only on one condition.”

“This was your idea,” Tyler deferred to her best friend, “I’m not sucking his cock.”

That made both Rob and Brooke laugh.

“Nah, nah,” Rob waved his hand, “I’m way classier than that.” He leveled a look towards the gorgeous blonde, “Brooke here has gotta let me take her out next weekend.”

“Deal,” Brooke quickly agreed, holding out a hand.

Rob dropped the baggy into her waiting palm, “Next Friday night? I’ll take you to a nice restaurant, maybe hit up a movie after?”

“You better bring that charm you’ve been promising,” Brooke playfully warned him.

“You know it,” Rob had a large smile, “I’ve gotta bounce, my homies are waiting on me. You girls have a fun night. Don’t do anything I’d do, and be careful – one hit and you’re on a five hour ride.”

“Oh my god, that was so easy,” Brooke said, opening up the baggy once Rob had left.

“He wants to pay for your drugs and buy you dinner,” Taylor shook her head, “Boys are so gullible.”

“Show a little skin and they melt in your hand,” Brooke agreed, plucking two pills from the baggy, “You ready to try this?”

“Why the hell not,” Tyler took one of the pills. Both girls put them in their mouth at the same time and washed them down with their drinks.

“Woo!” Brooke hollered, ready to have fun.

“I want to dance!” Tyler spun towards the crowd.

A DJ in an outlandish purple suit and top hat glowed in the black light on his stage, fueling the hungry mass of partiers with his beats. The energy on the dance floor was electric as two hundred people slithered and writhed in unison, connected by the music. Tyler and Brooke trotted out to claim a small space for themselves, lifting their arms and wagging their hips to the steady thrum which transfixed the crowd. The best friends had danced together many times before and were not uncomfortable doing so in close proximity, gyrating against one another with dirty, sexual movements. Time became a distant concern amidst the fun of dancing.

Tyler smiled brightly as the effects of the ecstasy kicked in, watching the strobe lights seem to flash in slow motion all around her. Her body started to tingle and buzz; she felt incredible, as though she was exactly where she was supposed to be and doing the only thing she wanted to do. Lifting her arms above her head and bending low on her knees, Tyler stuck her ass out and swung her hips with seductive motion.

Brooke watched and became completely transfixed by Tyler’s movements, her best friend’s alluring body flashing in the strobe lights. Brooke was certain she had never seen anyone move so provocatively. Moving closer, she reached out to put her arms over her best friend’s shoulders, wanting to be a part of Tyler’s steamy dance.

Tyler was inviting, wrapping an arm around Brooke’s waist to pull their bodies together. Their movements became joined by the music in synchronous harmony. They thrust their hips against one another and Tyler shook her head, letting her ponytail swing wildly behind her. It was wanton and sexual, the ecstasy removing their inhibitions. Brooke wrapped her arms around Tyler’s neck and the two girls pressed their torsos together as they danced, their bodies becoming one.

“I feel incredible,” Tyler purred, entangling their arms and curling hers around Brooke’s head.

The two had drawn close enough for Brooke’s whisper to be right at Tyler’s ear, “Me too.”

“This is so hot,” Tyler breathed, “You feel amazing.”

Brooke shifted so that her forehead was pressed against Tyler’s.

The two danced that way for several minutes, their heads touching and their breath on each other’s lips. Tyler could feel her arousal growing. She didn’t think about türbanlı escort any sexual boundaries; Tyler only wanted to keep feeling what she was feeling and sharing the experience with the one person she was closest to in the whole world.

Neither of them realized they had stopped dancing. They stood in the center of the dancefloor, entwined in an embrace and enjoying the contact of their bodies. When their noses grazed, Brooke’s clinging arms tightened about Tyler’s neck signaling that she wanted something more. Their lips were only a breath apart and Tyler dared a nibble, her mouth pecking at Brooke’s lower lip. Brooke parted her mouth invitingly and the two teased at one another, soft lips grazing in several more brief contacts.

Finally Tyler took the plunge, tilting her head to kiss.

At any other time, in any other place, Brooke would have second-guessed her instincts. But the ecstasy was driving her desires and she hungrily returned her best friend’s arousal. The kiss quickly accelerated and the girls started to make-out. Brooke curled one of her legs around Tyler’s and made muffled noises of pleasure against Tyler’s mouth.

No one noticed. No one cared. The writhing mass of people simply continued dancing around them. But for them the world seemed to stop. The crowd vanished, the music faded away; Tyler and Brooke were only aware of each other’s bodies. Nothing else mattered.

Tyler felt like electricity was surging through her lips the way they tingled, as though she was being kissed for the very first time in her life. She could feel Brooke’s soft breasts against her own and the feeling excited her.

Brooke was no less passionate, shoving her tongue into Tyler’s mouth briefly. Brooke felt as one with Tyler, like they were connected by the tangle of their limbs and some unseen sexual force which had suddenly appeared. Their kiss had broken a barrier within her and she couldn’t get enough of Tyler’s lips.

Eventually, the couple had to come up for air. Still holding on to her best friend, Tyler glanced around and was reminded they weren’t alone.

“Oh my god,” Brooke said breathlessly, “I’m so turned-on right now. I can’t believe this is happening. Are we really doing this? I’ve never felt this way before.”

Tyler put her chin over Brooke’s shoulder and hugged her close, “Don’t leave. I don’t want you to leave me. You feel so amazing.”

Brooke hugged her friend back, “I’m not going to leave you. You’re my entire fucking world, right now.”

“Let’s go to the bathroom,” Tyler suggested, “I want to be alone with you.”

Brooke nodded and Tyler took her hand firmly, pulling her out of the crowd. Brooke let Tyler lead the way, clasping her hand tightly and afraid to let go. Neither girl wanted the physical connection between them to be severed.

The music dulled to a muted thud as they entered the bathroom and found an open toilet stall. Tyler pulled Brooke inside and quickly latched the door shut. Once they had found their sanctuary they simply stared at each other for several moments. Their hands were still joined and Brooke could feel Tyler’s thumb caressing her palm, sparks of electricity seemingly arcing from the contact.

“That was so hot,” Brooke finally spoke.

Tyler swallowed and nodded her complete agreement.

“Is it the drugs?” Brooke wondered.

“I don’t know,” Tyler admitted, “Do you want to kiss me again?”

“So badly,” Brooke’s voice practically begged.

Tyler was on her in an instant, her body pressing against Brooke’s and pinning her against the bathroom stall wall. They started sucking on each other’s lips, their mouths hungry with passion. Tyler slipped a forearm between them and clutched at one of Brooke’s plush breasts. Brooke wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipple immediately stiffened through the material of her thin top and pressed against Tyler’s palm.

Brooke moaned softly against Tyler’s mouth and grabbed her friend’s wrist, pulling it lower. Tyler felt the soft skin of Brooke’s tummy and continued downward, sliding her hand under the hem of Brooke’s pants just as Brooke was undoing them. Tyler continued into Brooke’s panties, eventually cupping her best friend’s sex.

A gasp escaped Brooke’s mouth as she broke their kiss, her mouth hanging wide open. Tyler’s middle finger had slid between Brooke’s labia and created contact with her clitoris. Tyler began masturbating her and watched as Brooke’s expression twisted with pleasure. Aroused moans began escaping Brooke’s lips as the feeling between her legs quickly heated. Her knees went weak and the back of her head bumped against the bathroom stall. Tyler began kissing Brooke’s cheek and nibbling on her jaw while Brooke wrapped her arms around Tyler’s neck.

“You’re going to make me cum,” Brooke whimpered.

Tyler wriggled her finger faster, the inner curl of her digit rubbing against Brooke’s clit.

Brooke had experienced many orgasms through masturbation before, but nothing could have prepared her for an orgasm on ecstasy. It began as a warm tingling sensation between her legs but quickly intensified, spreading down her legs and up her abdomen. “Oh god!” she exclaimed, her body tightening against Tyler’s. Brooke writhed and bucked her hips against her best friend’s hand, her arms clinging around Tyler’s neck.

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Today was an exciting day for me. Today was the day I, Chelsea Hart, 21 years old, begin classes at the Lesbian Sex Academy.

I arrived at the school later than expected, considering the school was quite difficult to find. I parked my car in the lot by the gates, then dragged my suitcases full of clothing and toys through the gates up to the registration table. Two girls sat behind the table, one a blonde wearing a white cropped button up and a miniskirt, the other a redhead wearing the same outfit except the shirt was open, exposing her tits.

“Hi, I’m here for registration?” I said.

“Name?” The blonde replied.

“Chelsea Hart.” She searched through her papers.

“Here you go! Everything should be in the welcoming packet. Just head on into the principal’s office.” She handed me a key. “This is the key to your dorm house, house 3. You’ll be there with Denise over there.” She pointed to the redhead and the redhead waved. “Just put your luggage over there and we can deliver it for you ASAP.”

“Thank you.” I replied and walked on through.

I walked into the office and saw the secretary sitting behind a desk typing on a computer. She was wearing a red crop top, cut so low her nipples were almost visible. She was also wearing a red skirt, legs open and no panties so I could see everything.

“Excuse me miss?” I said, walking up. bursa yabancı escort

“How can I help you?”

“Where is the principal? They told me to go see her at registration.”

“Take the first door on the left. Knock though, she may be with a student.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

I walked down the hall and knocked on the door.

“Come in!” A voice spoke. I opened the door to see a brunette lady, about 30 years old, wearing a black leather crop top, black leather shorts, and black boots.

“What can I do for you?” She said.

“The girls at registration told me to come here.” I sat down.

“Ahh yes. That’s just to simply discuss the rules.” She settled into her chair. “When you attend this school, you are required to stay in the dorms. After 8 years, you can still attend, but you must move off campus. We have only a few rules here, which are as follows: No rape. All sex must be consentual. You are able to engage in sexual actions with any students or staff, in public or private. Truancy is allowed as long as it is for a good reason, such as sleeping late or engaging in sexual activities. The dress code is loosely strict. You may wear crop tops, short sleeved shirts, and tank tops, as well as long sleeves in winter. Same goes for pants. You may wear shorts and miniskirts, bursa sınırsız escort with pants in the winter. Bra and panties are required, and you may be topless if you desire, but a bra must be worn. If you and your partner wish to engage in sexual acts before class, you may do so in the halls. If you wish for privacy, you may fuck in any of the rooms marked with a red door. As for clothing, a walk in closet has been provided, stocked on one wall full of clothes you may wear throughout your years here as you stay in the same dorm. Once you graduate, you will take all your clothing and toys with you to the Porn House, where you will begin your job as a lesbian porn star. Any questions?” I shook my head. “Good. Now, I must test your abilities as a final acceptance.” She stood up dragged me up as well. She pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard.

I kissed back, gripping her ass tightly. I backed her into a table in the corner, that luckily had nothing on it. I ripped open her shirt after unzipping it, throwing it away. I smothered my face in her what had to be 44D tits, licking and kissing them. She moaned out as I unclipped her bra and began sucking on her nipples. I massaged her pussy through her shorts, making her moan more.

She pulled my shirt off and did the same as I did to her, making me push her head in closer. görükle escort I pulled down her shorts and panties, leaving her entirely naked. I pushed her onto the table, then removed my shorts and panties. I hung myself across her body, her face and my pussy on the table, and her pussy and my face off. I began licking her slowly, and she plunged her face into my pussy, fingering my ass all the while. I did the same to her, except I put in 3 fingers instead of 1. We moaned into each others pussies, making it harder to contain ourselves. I felt her hips buck as warm cum seeped up, and I licked it off. She licked mine off, and I pushed her on the ground.

I took the glass dildo off her desk and inserted it, leaving it slightly out. I placed myself in position and began scissoring her with the dildo inside, making it 10 times better than normal. We both moaned out, her louder than me.

“Oh fuck yes, just like that. Yes, god yes.” She tilted her head back and I went faster.

“Shit shit shit, fuck yes, I’m gonna cum.” I pushed down hard on her clit with my hand. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’M CUMMING!!” She screamed as she squirted everywhere. I licked it up and kissed her, then got dressed, as did she.

“Congratulations. You are now part of the Lesbian Sex Academy. Your classes start tomorrow. Feel free to explore the various strip clubs and bars on campus as well as get to know your classmates and dorm mates until school starts tomorrow. You will find a map in your packet. And let me know if you need extra tutoring.” She said, a little out of breath.

I nodded and walked out, heading to my dorm house.

This school year is gonna be awesome.

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“Jeeze mom where are you?” Lauren asked herself, staring out the window. It had been three months since she left for her first semester of college. The past three months had seemed like a lifetime. In that short amount of time, Lauren had made a few friends, begun classes, and even joined a few clubs. Nothing, however, compared to the anticipation Lauren had of going home.

*Ring*

Lauren jumped into her bed where her cellphone lay and saw that it was another text from her roommate Brooke.

“Damn…” Lauren sighed to herself. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy her roommate, but she had hoped that the text sound was her mother letting her know how long she would be. As she wondered about where her mother was, Lauren began to think back to her first day.

It had been three months since her mother dropped her off for college, and that was quite an experience. Lauren’s mother Lena discovered a vibrator while helping her daughter unpack her boxes. After finding out that Lauren didn’t know how to use it, Lena had the opportunity to teach her daughter how to masturbate. The two grew closer than ever after Lena spent the night teaching Lauren tricks about how to make masturbating the most pleasurable stress reliever that Lauren had ever encountered.

“I wonder if I have time…?” Lauren glanced at her bedside drawer. Masturbating had become a daily routine whenever her roommate would leave for class. Even though she had already masturbated that day, Lauren thought yet again about it. After about 5 seconds of pondering, Lauren ripped off her shorts and hopped onto her bed. Her adrenaline began to pump at the thought of needing to do this quick or risk getting caught.

Lauren spread her legs and placed the vibrator carefully on her clit. Since she was relatively new to masturbating, it didn’t take Lauren very long to become soaked in her own juices. After about 4 minutes of rotating the vibrator around the top of her pussy, Lauren’s muscles clinched as she climaxed. Sweat dripping down her face, she rushed to her bathroom to freshen up.

After a quick check in the bathroom, Lauren cleaned herself up and headed back for her bed. As she began to put her shorts back on…

*Ring*

Lauren fell over trying to reach the phone with cat-like reflexes while still trying to get her shorts on. After a quick recovery, out of breath, she answered the phone.

“Hi hunny! I’m here! Look outside!”

It was the voice of her mother, finally. Lauren looked outside to see her mother’s car with the trunk opened and ready to go.

“Hiiii!” Lauren squealed with excitement, and ran down the stairs with her backpack and luggage to meet her mom and head back home.

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After catching up and arriving back home, everything seemed just as Lauren left it. It was the same old home and same old Thanksgiving decorations. Lauren unpacked her things in her room and met her mom downstairs for dinner.

“Where’s dad at?” Lauren asked as she approached the table set for two.

“Oh, he’s on another sales trip. This time he is in Florida! I’m so jealous.” Lena smiled as she thought of Florida. It was common for her husband to take off on sales trips, and Lena had a chance to go on a few.

“That must be fun. I miss dad… I wish he was here.” Lauren began to poke at her dinner as she pouted like a five year old. This too was a common occurrence. Pouting always got a sympathetic response from her mom.

“Aww don’t worry Lauren, he will be home in time for you bursa escort bayan to see him. He is supposed to be arriving at the airport on Monday if you would like to come with.”

“That sounds great mom!” Lauren said happily.

The two sat in an awkward silence after that as they ate their dinner. Neither of them had brought up anything that happened the last time they were together. It was only a matter of time before one of them would break the ice.

“So… Lauren,” Lena began, “how goes everything that I taught you?” Lena’s face was red as she tried to hide her discomfort by taking a big bite from her dinner plate.

Lauren’s face immediately blushed as well. “Oh you know… as good as it can I suppose. It’s quite the stress reliever!”

The two awkwardly chuckled and Lauren decided this was the best time to excuse herself. Besides, she needed to start her anatomy project that was due once break was over.

Lauren retreated to her bedroom. She needed some space after an uncomfortable dinner like that one. College was rough for a pre-med student. The least thing that Lauren wanted to do on this “break” was spend it all working on this anatomy project. Lauren stripped into a tank top and panties. Nothing beat the feeling of unhooking her bra and sprawling out on her bed. As she lay in her bed, Lauren noticed a big wet spot on her panties. Unfortunately, all she could think about was the project.

“This is going to suck.” Lauren said to herself. She rolled towards her backpack and grabbed her anatomy folder. After beginning to read the project requirements, Lauren heard a knock on her bedroom door. She figured it was her mom so she said, “Come in!”

“LAUREN!!!” a figure yelled from the doorway and sprinted into Lauren’s bedroom. By the time the person had tackled her on her bed, she realized that it was definitely not her mother. It was Chelsea, her best friend since elementary school. By this time, Chelsea had pinned Lauren to the bed. This was yet another common occurrence in the life of Lauren.

“Ahh you bitch get off me!” Lauren struggled to groan. Chelsea’s DD breasts plopped on Lauren’s head as Chelsea whispered,

“What’s the magic words?”

Lauren groaned sarcastically, “Chelsea is the best, Chelsea is the best, Lauren is the one with the little chest.”

“Atta girl!” Chelsea immediately flipped off of Lauren and gave her a big hug. “Did you forget I can see your room from mine? There’s no chance of you ever sneaking back into town without me knowing!”

Lauren began to shake her head. She loved her best friend, but Chelsea did have quite the way of being insanely nosey. It was hard for Lauren to go to school without her best friend, but Chelsea wasn’t exactly a good student. She was a flirt by every definition. Everything Chelsea had from her job as a secretary to her looks revolved around the image she had been trying to achieve since high school: the beautiful, unobtainable girl.

To Lauren’s knowledge Chelsea was still a virgin, which no one would ever guess by looking at her. She was 5 feet 8 inches tall, fit, with gigantic DD breasts, and long, blonde hair. Aside from work, most of Chelsea’s time since after high school was spent in the gym, a place almost foreign to Lauren.

“I see someone has been working out.” Lauren said as she continued to recover from Chelsea’s “hello tackle” (yes, it happened frequently enough to have its own name).

“Haha tackling is what Chelsea’s do best!” She winked at görükle escort Lauren, who rolled her eyes. “So give me the whole rundown of everything that’s happened in college! I can’t wait to visit! We are going to tease all of the frat boys that think they can have every woman that steps foot on “their” campus.” Chelsea made air quotes with her hands, something that annoyed Lauren since the beginning of high school.

“I haven’t really done very much other than start classes. I have made a few friends though.” Lauren said calmly.

“Wait. You are telling me you don’t have any crazy stories yet? No insane parties, one night stands, or anything?” Chelsea threw her head back on Lauren’s bed. “Give me something Lauren! Anything! I have to live vicariously through you at college remember?”

Lauren chuckled to herself. If only Chelsea knew about what happened on her first day.

“Chels, you know I’m not that kind of girl. Pre-med is a tough…”

“Yah yah I know pre-me-medication is tough blah blah blah.” Chelsea interrupted. “I thought that college was going to loosen you up!”

Lauren rolled her eyes again. It was obvious that Chelsea had no idea what being at college meant nowadays.

“I’ll tell you what Chels. When you come down to visit we can head over to a few party houses I’ve been meaning to hit up.” As soon as she said those words, Lauren knew she’d regret them in the future.

“That’s the spirit!” Chelsea jumped up off the bed with her fist high in the air. “We are going to take over that whole college when I show up. I’ll be your Lady Luck!” She winked again at Lauren.

“We can talk about it more later Chelsea. I’ve got to start my anatomy project.” Lauren sat and pouted on her bed, which had very little effect on Chelsea compared to her mother.

“Ooh anatomy!” Chelsea exclaimed seductively. “What a fantastic subject Lauren. Thankfully you’ve come to the right girl!”

“You haven’t even kissed a guy the last time I checked. How are you supposed to help me with this? It’s not even about sexual things Chelsea.” Lauren said with a snarky tone. Even though it had been three months, Lauren was still used to the years of this same attitude.

“I have too! How does Jon not count? We have been over this!” Chelsea complained.

“Yes, we have been over this! The person has to be conscious in order for it to count.” Lauren smiled. She loved winning arguments against Chelsea since they seemed few and far between.

Chelsea stuck her tongue out at Lauren.

“I’ve got something that will make it up to you though.” Lauren teased.

“What? I love surprises!” Chelsea jumped back onto Laurens bed happily.

“Guess what I brought home?” Lauren said with a diabolical look.

“Um… a hat!” Chelsea said with a confident look. Lauren laughed. Chelsea was adorable when she was stupid, but sometimes it was just ridiculous.

“Nope, even better!” Lauren reached into her backpack and pulled out a half gallon of vodka.

“HOLY SHIT YES!” Chelsea began to run in circles holding the half gallon above her head in victory. “We are doing this. NOW! I have been waiting for this for far too long!” The two had never drank together and Lauren made a promise to bring back some alcohol from school.

The rest seemed like a blur to Lauren. One of the last things she remembered was Chelsea bringing a two liter of pop and two tumbler glasses into her room.

About two hours later the girls were lying on Lauren’s floor bursa escort bayan giggling in front of a laptop watching internet videos. Lauren had never been drunk before, so she only pretended to drink for the past hour after feeling a little sick. After a few slices of bread, she felt better but was done drinking. Still buzzed, Lauren and drunken Chelsea continued to watch videos and began to talk.

“I’m so jealous of you being at college.” Chelsea said as she rolled around on Lauren’s carpeted floor, now in just a bra and panties. Lauren realized at this point that she was topless in front of Chelsea which made her blush. She had never felt this comfortable around Chelsea before. In fact, Chelsea spent most of high school making fun of Lauren because her breasts took until senior year to fully develop.

“God I wish I could have your body! You don’t have to even work out to be like that!” Chelsea slowly sputtered as she began to try and sit up, failing twice.

Lauren laughed. “I wish I had your body! You’re like 6 inches taller than me and almost weigh the same!”

“Well I wish I could actually have a butt. Even when I weighed more I still didn’t have an ass, now I’m all bone. But this,” Chelsea slapped Lauren’s ass, “is some prime meat!”

The two laughed. As Lauren stopped laughing she realized Chelsea’s eyes fixed on her breasts. “When did you take your shirt off? Why wasn’t I invited?” Chelsea unhooked her bra to reveal her 32 DD’s. They looked similar to Lauren’s mother’s breasts, but Chelsea had a fairer complexion and her nipples were a bit smaller.

The two sat topless staring at each other for a moment. “You know Lauren, I have loved living across the street from you. You’ve put on quite a few good shows for me over the years!” Chelsea laughed as Lauren blushed.

“What do you mean?” Lauren asked.

“Oh come on you know I’m just messing around!” Chelsea said, but she wasn’t convincing anyone. Lauren knew that even though Chelsea was drunk she was telling the truth. Lauren stood up and sat on her bed.

“It’s OK if you have Chelsea. I’ve seen you changing a few times too. When we were in middle school and high school sometimes I would compare my body to yours. You have a body I would die for.” Lauren looked down, overwhelmed with sadness inflated by the alcohol.

“Aww Lauren your body is beautiful too! See!” Chelsea drunk tackled Lauren onto her bed, but this time instead of holding Lauren’s head into a pillow, the two were face to face, breasts pressed up against one another.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before Lauren, because I wanted it to be special when I had my real first kiss.” Chelsea then pressed her lips up against Lauren’s and proceeded to kiss her until Lauren pushed her off.

“Chelsea you’re drunk, get off me!” Lauren laughed, knowing if it wasn’t for the alcohol this wouldn’t be happening.

“I’m not done with you yet missy! When I walked into your room I saw a pair of panties that had an embarrassingly large wet spot! Let’s see what that looks like now…” Chelsea grabbed Lauren’s legs and pried them apart revealing a dark, red spot in the middle of her panties.

“Stop Chelsea! This is ridiculous!” But before she knew it Chelsea had moved her panties to the side and began to stick her fingers one by one into her. Waves of pleasure overwhelmed Lauren, not allowing her to deny Chelsea access. As Chelsea began to squeeze Lauren’s tits, she jumped off of Lauren.

“Did you hear that?” Chelsea asked.

“What?” Lauren asked hazily, between the overwhelming pleasure and alcohol she almost forgot where she was. Looking over to the entrance of Lauren’s room, the two saw Lauren’s mother peeping in on them. After being caught, she blushed and went to her room.

“Oh crap!” Both girls said together.

To Be Continued…

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I was expecting him to arrive by now, but he still hadn’t shown up. With a sinking feeling I texted to ask if he was still coming. He responded a little later saying he’d fallen asleep. I felt such crushing disappointment preparing myself for the worst when I responded to ask if he was still coming.

He didn’t respond for minutes that felt endless. I was crushed thinking maybe he changed his mind and wouldn’t come. I felt this inexplicable sadness settling on me. Then he messaged back “why don’t you come open the door.”

My heart literally jumped as I went to the door, and there he was. I opened the door and he stepped inside, all six feet of gorgeous man standing right there in front of me. He asked if I wanted a hug. I nodded and stepped into his arms.

That hug… it lasted so much longer than a hug should. It felt inexplicably safe, like I’d just found what home feels like. After what seemed like minutes we finally stepped back, he looked down at me with a slight smirk on his face. “Good?” He asked.

I nodded and said “Mmmhmm.”

“Do you want a kiss?” He asked.

I nodded again.

He bent down and brushed his lips across mine in such a soft gentle way, before gently teasing across my lower lip with his tongue. Then it was over, gentle still but insistent and needy, this kiss deepened just a bit and my brain stopped functioning. Time literally stopped around me and all I could sense was his hands, his lips, his tongue, the way he smelled, the feel of his body pressed against mine. The moment his lips left mine, I knew I was permanently lost.

We broke apart reluctantly and he looked around my place, we ended up settling on the couch, where I snuggled against him so easily. His hands roamed my skin in gentle stroking motions, trying to avoid actual sexual contact. The reaction of his fingers escort bursa on my skin was indescribable, my body was shaking under his touch, quivering unconsciously wanting so much more.

“I don’t want to be, but I should be good” he said.

I wanted nothing more than more of him, but I also wanted to respect his boundaries. So I told him it was okay, we could keep our clothes on. He kept petting me gently, letting his fingers gently skim along my arm.

I got into his lap and he said “I want to try something,” while arranging my legs so the crook of my knee was resting on each of his arms and having me sink down into his lap. “Fuck you’re tiny” he said as he confirmed he could lift me on and off his lap in that position.

I sank down into his lap and put my arms around his neck, bringing my mouth back to his for another teasing kiss. I could feel his cock in his pants, hard and pressing against the fabric.

“I’m soaking wet” I said.

“Oh really?” He responded.

“Yeah, you can slide your hand down my pants and see for yourself” I replied.

He made a slight grimace like he wanted to do nothing more, but knew he shouldn’t. I let it drop and repositioned in his arms, enjoying how his hands felt on my skin. Everywhere he touched it was like fire burned through my cells, crawling through my veins and lighting my whole body into a blazing inferno. This was new, this was different. I’d never experienced this intensity before. It excited me. It terrified me.

I dragged him to the bedroom, pushed him back on the bed, and told him not to worry, that clothes could still stay on. I climbed up onto the bed and up over him, with my legs straddling his hips and leaning down to kiss him, then snuggling against him sprawled along his side with my leg thrown over his. The feeling of bursa merkez eskort being next to him is indescribable, impossible. It didn’t feel like I was touching someone new for the first time, it felt like I was finally complete, right where I belonged, with the other half of my puzzle next to me.

He said he wanted so badly to go further but he couldn’t. I told him I decided I had no boundaries with him. So any boundaries were on his side alone, but I would respect his.

“What if I said there were no boundaries?” He asked.

“I’d wrap my mouth around your cock” I said.

“Okay” he said.

“So you want me to?” I asked.

“Do what you want” he replied.

I took his pants off and slunk back up his body until my mouth was at the point where his cock was throbbing. I slid my tongue around the tip lightly, before sliding it down along the shaft, teasing, coming back up with just my tongue. Then I slid my mouth around the head and sucked gently while swirling my tongue around the head, then lightly slid my mouth down just a little before coming back up to the head. Finally I suck my mouth down his whole shaft, taking the entire length down my throat. I groan as I hit bottom and slide back up, sucking along the whole length.

“God you’re good at that” he said. “But I want to be inside you.”

I laid back on the bed and he got up, taking my pants off one leg at a time, then as I divested myself of my shirt, he took his clothes off. He came back to the bed and slid up between my legs, touching my skin and igniting fire in my veins as he slid his hands down my legs.

He leaned over me and slid his cock up and down along my slit, then rubbing the head around my clit while I mewled in anticipation. I tried to move to capture the head of his cock and bursa sınırsız escort he chuckled with a sassy little smirk that said “I’m in control here.”

Then he slowed the up and down and sank inside me. Perfect. Fucking. Fit. He bottomed out so nice and snug inside me, stretching me in exactly the right way as he began moving inside me. The feel of him is so good inside me my body started shuddering under his touch. I wrapped my legs around him and moved against him, controlling the pace by grinding back against him from beneath him.

Finally I pushed him off me and back onto his back, I straddled his hips and sank back down onto his delicious dick. He put his hands on my breasts, tweaking and playing with my nipples as I shifted my hips and slid up and down on his cock. He slid his hands down and dug into my ass as I continued to ride him, feeling him thrust back against me as I bottomed out.

As we moved together, he began rocking his hips making his cock shift side to side inside me. It felt incredible, quickly pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. He began to speed up beneath me and looked up at me and said “Cum with me Sweetie.” The second his cock started spasming inside me, my body shuddered, being knocked fully into bliss as I tipped over the edge and came on top of him, shuddering as he thrust up into me and shot his hot load of cum deep inside me.

I collapsed on top of him for a moment before getting off, and wrapping my mouth around his cock to clean him off and taste both of us at once. Delicious. We got back up and he dressed while I partially dressed. We sat and talked, he kissed me, leaning his forehead against mine after, then kissing me again.

After lingering for far longer than he had, he left. At first the replay in my head of the whole thing was overwhelming. I felt like I’d met my soulmate. While at the same time being scared to death of what this could mean for both our lives. So much more to tell but I settled on this was amazing, and I had to go all in, because after that the thought of anyone else’s hands on my skin makes me physically ill. There’s only him.

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On my days off, after I get my household chores done, I usually spend my time getting high and masturbating to porn. Needless to say, my chores usually don’t get done before my husband comes home, which almost always leads to me getting tied up and spanked. which is a whole other story that I have written about previously. Lol

I was off on Monday, so I got up got some laundry going and fired up my laptop and my bong, intent on spending the day abusing my cunt.

While going down the rabbit hole of porn I came across a movie called, Mrs. DiMarco loving cuck husband. I usually don’t watch full length porn movies with stories, but this particular one captivated my attention.

The wife had instructioned her husband to find her a big cock to fuck with the intention of cuckolding him in front of the guy he scheduled to fuck her.

Watching this had my pussy absolutely dripping.

I must have watched this movie 4 or 5 times, pounding my cunt past the point of squirting each time. I had the our leather couch and floor absolutely soaked.

I was so turned on bu this video, I hadn’t even hit my bong in couple of hours.

I was still beating off when my husband came jome with the video playing on my laptop screen.

My husband asked me, “What has you so worked up my love?”

I unbuckled his pants and pulled his cock out and hand him set down on the couch. I handed him my laptop and pushed play as put my largest dildo back in my dripping cunt and sucked his cock while he watched the video. I said, “Don’t you cum until I give you permission okay baby?”

“Sounds like fun baby.” He said.

I would take my mouth off of his cock and ask him questions like, “Doesn’t this look so fucking hot babe?” and “Would you do this for me baby?” I made sure that I was really working the head of his cock as I asked him these questions. I know that any time that I want him to do something for me, all that I have to do edge his cock to the point that he can’t stay setting down.

I continued working on his cock, making sure to also continue to ask him questions. My goal was to get him so turned on by the idea that he would beg for me to live this out with him.

I asked him, “Do you think it would be hot to do something like this babe?” while I continue to squeeze his balls and twist my hand around on his cock, making sure that I twisted the super sensitive head.

“Oh fuck yessss.” He moaned.

I saw that I had him close to where I wanted him as I glanced at the screen.

I then asked, “Will you suck his cock for me like baby? And get it big and throbbing?”, as I continue to edge his cock.

“Mmmm, Yes baby.” He said.

“Will you let me fuck your asshole with my strap-on while you suck his cock for me?” I ask as I slip a finger in to his asshole.

“Mmmmmmmm” He groans as I work my finger in hitting is prostate.

I continue to edge and tease his cock and ask him, ” Can he come around behind me and fuck me while I fuck you?”

“Oh fuck baby!” He stammered.

“Can he cum in my pussy and you will clean his cock and let me sit on your face to clean all of his cum out of my used cunt?”

“Oh god, anything you want baby.” He moaned. Do I get to fuck you after he is done?”

I twisted and edged his well lubed cock making his hips buck forward as I massaged his prostate.

“Nope. You get to jerk off in my hand and I will make you lick it off of my hand.” I said.

“Now tell me that you want me to do everything that you see in the movie.” I said as I pulled his balls tight and gsve them a few gentle smacks. “Say it or I’m not going to let you cum.”

“Oh fuck yes baby, I want us to do everything that we are watching in this movie.” He stammered as his eyes rolled back in his head.

“I’m going to fuck him so good. I’m going to fuck your asshole while he fucks mine and I’m going to make out with him while he fucks me. Then I’m going to make you eat his cum from my pussy. Tell me thst you want this.” As I continue to sweetly torture his cock sensitive cock and balls.

“Yes babe. Anything you want.” He said as I continue to teast him. “Please can I cum now!”

“Promise me that you want to eat his cum out of my used cunt!” I asked one last time.

“I promise, Oh GOD!” He cried out.

“You can cum now.” I said sheepishly.

“AAAAAA!” He cried out as ropes of cum shot into the air hitting me in the face chest as well as landing on his thight.

I slurped the cum off of his thight and reached up to kiss him deeply, making sure I snowballed the cum back into his mouth. I pulled away and said, “It’s good cum eating practice. Lick your cum off of me.” As I pulled his face to my chest to lick his cum from tits. God this was so fucking hot.

He leaned back on the couch as I pulled the dildo out of my pussy and crawled up next to him laying my head on his lap.

“That was so fucking hot baby.” bursa eskort bayan I said as he lay back with a silly smile on his face.

I grabbed the laptop and opened one of my online adult accounts and said, “Help me pick out a big cock babe.”

We scanned through different profiles of local guys and I said, “I want someone who is attractive, has a big thick cock and a recent STD test.”

“You really want me to pick someone out to come over here and fuck you?” He asked.

“Yes.” I replied. “And they need to be clean since you want them to cum in my pussy.”

He looked a little unsure, so I said, “I will narrow it down to a few different guys and you choose one from the ones that narrow it down to. How does that sound?”

He agreed to my suggestions.

“If their cock isn’t big enough we will just have to do it again.” I added with a wink.

We got up and cleaned up our mess and made dinner and talked more about how hot this going to be.

After dinner I went through different profiles and 4 different guys for my husband to choose from and sent them all a message on my profile telling them what I was interested in and that my husband would he in touch with each of them to discuss what we wanted from them.

over the next few days when we got home from work my husband would message back and forth with the guys while I teasted and edged his cock without letting him, you know, to keep him focused on finding someone for us to play with. Unbeknownst to him, I had also ordered a silicone chastity cage for him from Amazon and it was waiting on the doorstep when we arived home on Wednesday. I explained to him jow much hotter it would be if he was locked in chastity. Honestly though, I didn’t know if I would be able to go the rest of the week without his cock but I had some ideas on how I would be able to my need for his cock until then.

I slipped the cage on his cock and locked it, then I put the key in a chain around my neck.

I told him that until he picked a guy to fuck me, the key would stay right there.

Then I brought out my strap on harness and told him to put it on and had him fuck both of my holes with it. It was so hot seeing his cock locked up in that little cage bouncing below the strap-on.

After he fucked me until my legs quivered, He checked his messages and told me thst he had chosen one and set it up for Saturday night.

We laid down on the bed and I had a cigarette enjoying the glow of of the orgasms that I just had. I traced my figers along his cock cage and feel the throbbing as I did. I told him to take of the strap-on as I slid it on and told him I wanted to stretch his asshole so that I could fuck him with my bigger dildo Saturday night.

He rolled over on his knees as I licked and nibbled on his ass cheeks. I gave his asshole a good tongue fucking then I lubed his asshole and the strap on and slowly eased the rubber cock into his asshole.

I felt his asshole loosen and I began to pick up the pace.

As I ground my hips in to his ass cheeks I told him, “Oh my gosh baby, you look so good taking this cock. If you look this good Saturday night I may let the other guy fuck your asshole too.”

Just then another orgasm shot through my body as he moaned into the pillow. I slid the dildo out of his asshole, and he raised his hips to roll over I noticed not only a wet on the bed below his cock, but also a sticky stream of pre-cum that had dripped from the pee hole on his tight cock cage.

The next 2 nights were more of the same thing. Me teasing and denying him, him fucking me with my strap-on and me fucking his asshole and strap-on and other toys.

Finally Saturday came and the anticipation all day was almost overwhelming.

My husband had messaged the guy a few times that day, giving him instructions of what I wanted, and telling him to be there at 7pm.

I also made it a point to tease and arouse him every chance that i could allday as well.

Even though we had sex on pretty regular basis with other singles and couples, I rarely let other guys cum in me, I never fucked my husband with a strap-on in front of anyone and I never let other guys kiss me on the mouth.

At 6 I told my husband to get naked and I inserted a buttplug into his asshole. I told him to stay naked while I got ready.

I did my hair and makeup, with heavy dark lipstick. Then I put on a pink peakaboo pushup bra, pink garders and thigh high stockings. Over that I I put on my strap-on harness and black platform heels.

I walked out into the living room carrying the dildo I intended fuck his asshole with. My husband was setting naked on the couch.

I leaned down and gave his balls a squeeze and kissed him asking, “Are you ready for this my love?”.

He didn’t have time to answer as ther was a knock at the door.

“Answer the door babe.” I said as I gently pulled bursa merkez escort him up by the balls.

He walked to the door, then turned back to me and gave me a nervous/excited grin.

He opend the door and in walked the 2nd guy whom I had given him to pick from. But in actuality, he was my first choice. He stood about 6’2″, reddish blonde hair well built and very handsome.

His profile said that his cock was 10 and half inches, I couldn’t wait to see it in person.

My husband gestured toward and made the introductions. “This is Alex, I asked for him to come and fuck you while you cuckold me my love.” He said.

I sat the dildo down on the tabel and walked over to meet him. I walked up to him and said, “My name is Marie.” and reached out and felt his crotch. I then put my hand around the back of his head and pulled his mouth to mine and geve him a deep kiss. This was the firtman other them my husband I had kissed in quite a while. It was so exciting, especially with my husband standing right next to me.

“Come and get these clothes off.” I said as I grabbed his hand and led him to the living room.

The three of made our way into the living room and I stood Alex in front of the couch and kissed him again as I unbuckled his belt and started fishing out his cock. I told my husband to knee next us as I slid his pants down to the floor. His cock was gorgeous. Even though it wasn’t fully hard, I was still a good 9 inchs and as big around as my wrist.

I looked down at my husband and said, “You did a very good job baby.”

I pushed Alex back on to the couch and stroked his cock as I stood in front of him.

I looked over at my husband and said, “Suck his cock baby. Get it good and hard for me my love. I need this monster in my slutty cunt.”

My husband moved over in front of Alex and took his growing cock into his mouth. He looks so hot sucking this huge cock. I could see it growing as he worked his hand up snd down the length of the shaft. Alex’s cock began to grow harder as my husband sucked on the tip and stroked the shaft. My husband has big hands, but her could barely closed his hand around the girth of Alex’s shaft.

I couldn’t help but flick my fingers across my clit as I watched his suck this huge cock.

I walked back to the table and grabbed the dildo that I had laid out and secured it into the harness that I had on.

I took a couple of puffs off of my vape as I walked back into the living room and told my husband, “Raise your ass up so I can fuck you, but don’t stop sucking his cock.”

He kept the cock in his mouth as he got to his feet and spread his legs. I removed the buttplug from his asshole and gave it a good rimming. Then I squirted some lube in my hand and smeared it on his rosebud and woked some of in to asshole. I squeezed some more lube in my hand and lubed the dildo. I steadied his hips and pushed the tip of it into his asshole as I heard him groan around the cock that was in his mouth.

I worked it all the way in to the base and withdrew it almost to the tip before pushing it back in. I picked ip the pace and began to work in and out faster and faster. I grabbed his hips and thrust in and out as he moaned.

I asked him, “Is his cock hard enough to fuck me now babe?”

He took Alex’s cock out of his mouth as said, “Yes my love.”

I looked at Alex and asked, “Are you ready to fuck me now?”

“Oh fuck yeah.” He responded.

“Let go of his cock.” I said to my husband.

Alex stood up and I told him, “I want you to fuck me while I fuck my husband. But first I want to suck your cock myself.”

I withdrew the strap-on from my husband’s asshole and said to him, ” Get my pussy good and wet while I gag on that gorgeous cock myself.”

I sat down on the couch so my husband could eat my pussy while Alex sat on the arm of the couch and fed me his cock.

As my husband ate my pussy, I gagged and choked on Alex’s cock. I could barely grt my mouth around it, it was so big.

I worked his cock with one hand and massaged his balls with the other while my husband did sn amazing job on my pussy. I screamed into Alex’s cock as my husband brought me orgasm after orgasm with his tongue and fingers.

I pulled my mouth off of his cock and told my husband, “Lay face down on the couch and put a pillow under your hips. I’m going to fuck you while he fucks me.”

We all stood up and I made out with Alex as he fingered my sloppy cunt.

My husband lay down as instructed and put a pillow under his hips. I mounted him from behind and shoved the dildo balls deep into his asshole. He let out a groan as my pubic bone rested on his ass cheeks.

I looked back at Alex and said, “Fuck me with that beautiful cock.”

I felt my pussy stretch as he went deeper and deeper. Between my clit rubbing against the balls of the dildo bursa sınırsız escort bayan in my husband’s asshole and the monster cock now in my pussy, I shuttered through orgasm after orgasm.

With each orgasm, Alex pounded harder and harder.

In between orgasms, I leaned down and sucked on my husband’s ear as he buried his face, screaming into the couch cushions.

I wispered in my husband’s ear, “I think I want him to fuck you with that beautiful cock. Would you like that baby?”

“Uuuuuu!”. Was all that he could say.

I looked back at Alex and said, “I want you to fuck my husband. Will you do that for me?”

“Sure.” He replied.

I leaned back and kissed Alex again on the mouth.

Alex slid his cock out of my dripping cunt and I pulled the strap-on out of my husband’s now gapping asshole. I leaned down and gave his asshole a deep tongue kiss before I moved out of the way.

Alex positioned himself over my husband and I grabbed Alex’s cock and guided the tip to my husband’s open asshole. I kissed Alex deeply and tweeked my nipples as his cock slowly sunk into my husband’s waiting asshole.

My husband screamed into the cushion as his cock went deeper and deeper into his ass. Alex held it there for a few seconds seconds before he slowly slid it back out.

Alex began to pump his cock in and out for a few more seconds going deeper and deeper. My husband, unable to handle the size and girth of Alex’s enormous member, begged for me to stop him.

I grabbed Alex’s cock and pulled it out of his asshole and looked in amazement at how wide it was stretched.

Alex stood up off of my husband and my husband rolled off of the pillow where ther was now a huge wet spot and a stream of pre cum dripped from his cage.

I slid the strap-on off and told Alex to set on the couch so I could ride his cock.

My husband was now setting on the floor as I faced Alex and straddle his cock.

It went so deep. I told my husband to eat my asshole while I rode made out with Alex and ground on his cock.

After a few minutes of this I decided to ride him in reverse so that my husband could suck on my clit.

While ridding his cock I would pull his cock out occasionally and make my husband suck on the head of it.

After about the 4th time of doing this, Alex announced that he was going to cum. I considered milking his cum directly into my husband mouth, but decided that I wanted his cum in well used pussy.

I shoved his cock back ito my pussy and ground down on him as I felt his cock spasm. He shot a massive amount of cum deep into my sloppy cunt. As I slid off of him I told my husband to lean back and I straddled his face and said, “Clean my pussy really good for me baby.” as I pushed Alex’s cum out of my cunt into his waiting mouth.

I looked over at Alex’s softening cock and saw that it was covered in our juices.

I leaned over slurped up his cum, as I raised my pussy off of my husband’s face. I then bent down and kissed my husband as I snowballed the remaining cum into his mouth.

My husband stayed setting on the floor as I chatted with Alex as he dressed.

I walked him to the door and kissed him one last time saying, “I will definitely have you back again. But no kissing next time.” I said wirh a wink.

I lit a cigarette and walked back to where my husband was still setting with cum running down his face. I played with the key around my neck, and playfully asked, “Are you ready for bed babe?”

He looked up at me and said, “Aren’t you going to take this off of me and let me cum?”

I said, “Oh I guess so.” As I smiled devilishly.

He asked “Do I get to fuck you now?”

“Remember, cuckolds don’t get to fuck their hot wife. I will unlock your little cock, but you only get to jerk off while I watch.”

He agreed so I unlocked and removed the chastity cage from his aching cock as I help the cigarette in my teeth.

I took a drag off of my cigarette and blew the smoke at his cock.

I then spit in his hand and told to stroke his little cock for me.

While he stroked his cock I smoked and talked about how good it felt to get fucked by that massive cock while I stroked my clit.

Me talking dirty always gets him off. I continue to vocally reminisce about this evenings events while encouraging him to stroke faster and faster.

in just few minutes he announced that he was going to cum.

“Cum on your slutty wife’s face.” I ordered.

With a loud moan, he shot the biggest load all over my face and hair as I blew smoke on his cock.

I crushed out my cigarette. Then I grabbed his cock and sucked on it as he screamed in a painful pleasure from the sensitivity.

He sat down on the couch and I crawled up and made out with him while his cum streamed down my face.

I looked him in the eyes and said, “Thank you do much for helping me live out my slutty fantasy. I love you.”

“I love you too baby.” He said while trying to catch his breath.

I kicked off my shoes and we walked hand in hand to bed. Once we got to the bed room I striped out of “slut clothes” and we crawled into bed where we cuddled and held each other all night.

Best husband ever!

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Thicc Big Titty Goth Girl Loses a Bet

Abby may have been a little too drunk when she made a bet with some random guy at the bar who, earlier, she had caught checking out her prominent back side. She wasn’t really in the mood to be ogled, having just broken up with her dirt bag boyfriend after finding him rifling through her purse for loose cash. Deep down, she knew it wasn’t the first time he’d done it, but actually witnessing the violation had been too much for her to take. Big cock or no, that was some serious bullshit and even though he stood ten inches over her 5 ft. (maybe less) body, she’d gone after him like a rabid raccoon charging a mastiff. The raccoon analogy was somewhat apt because at the time she was wearing a thick application of eye shadow and liner, having just gotten home from doing her best to make her parents uncomfortable at the family dinner, so add judgey parent time to the current mood.

That was pretty much the same look she still had at the bar, where her friends had taken her out to blow off steam after throwing all of the assholes shit out of her apartment. At least her neighbors had gotten a show with the ruckus. So, for some reason, this guy at the bar’s casual act of voyeurism had dug in her craw, and after a few too many, she had confronted him.

Cal had apologized profusely for offending her, even if that really wasn’t the point. He was just the unlucky victim for her wrath. He’d just stopped at the dive, named Sputter’s Trough, to finish off the evening while he was temporarily in town for work. He really hadn’t meant to leer, but damn, it wasn’t every day you saw a short little goth girl with an ass that thick and the tits to match, loudly swearing like a sailor about some breakup that sounded like the guy had really fucked things up. She was too short to describe her figure as hourglass, still being thick in the middle. But that only made her curves seem to fit together that much better without the stark contrasts in width, even with the black lace corset cinching in a little to make the bust and bottom that much more pronounced.

“Like what you see?” the stout little black lipped gremlin demanded angrily while eyeing him from under her thick bangs.

“Uh, sorry, what?” Cal’s mind was blanked by the brashness of the encounter.

“My ass, dipshit! Like it? Want a picture? I saw you glaring at it from over there.” She gestured a wagging finger to where her friends were still sitting, watching the spectral and giggling among themselves.

“Oh, uh, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to stare. I’ll leave if you want…”

“Fuck no! You aren’t getting away that easy, fuckface.” She thought his face was actually kind of cute. A sort of bedraggled, on the road look to him. But tonight she was in the mood to crush something with her boots.

“Oookay? Um, do you want me to buy you a drink or something?” He felt like a cornered animal trying to figure out a riddle while it was trying to stab him.

“Uh uh. You can’t buy your way out of this that cheap.” She looked around the bar and her eyes fell on the dart board. “How about this, I’ll let you crawl out of here with your tail between your legs if you can get a better hit on that board over there than me. One throw, one score each.” She firmly planted her stout legs on the hard wood floor. The rest of the patrons had stopped whatever they were doing to see what was stirring up at the bar, especially when the sound of a wager came up.

“And if I lose?” Cal inquired, reluctantly.

“You pay for me and my girls drinks for the rest of the night.” Abby smirked up at him.

“Fuck that!” Cal looked at the five other girls and knew for a fact he’d have an empty bank account and then some by the end of it. “I’ll take a beating over going broke.”

The denial to her demands made Abby’s lace choker bulge with furry before she stopped herself from slugging this random drifter. A thought came in to her head and, with the promise of taking care of her friends (and herself) and knowing that she actually had excellent aim, a wicked grin spread across her face. “Alright, big guy. I win, me and the girls drink free. And if you win, I go back to your place and you get to do whatever you want with me.” She knew that this pervert couldn’t pass up a deal like that. “Or are you that scared of a widdle girl?” She mocked.

Knowing every eye in the place was now on him, Cal looked at her, then her friends, then the board. He’d played darts maybe three times in his life and had done ‘okay’. Mostly he just wanted this situation to end so he could go back to his room and finish getting drunk in piece. All of these girls were pretty small, so how much could they possibly drink before either puking or passing out? Sighing deeply, he relented with a nod.

“Great!” Abby had a look like a huckster just hustled her mark out of his life savings. “I’ll even go first so you can have an idea of how well you need to do.”

With every eye in the place on them, they bursa escort bayan both squared up on the line. Cal’s palms were sweaty. He guessed that he would just have to run the tab on his card and then spend the rest of his life paying off the debt.

Still smirking, Abby lined up her shot, and with the precision of the inebriated, lobbed the dart right into the center of the board. “Ouch, that sucks dude,” she chortled with mirth. “Better luck getting laid next time, loser. Well, get your throw over with so I can get back to getting wasted, on your dime.” She cackled to herself at her excellent wit.

The blood had drained from Cal’s face as he saw his end right there before his eyes with one singe throw. Resigned, he stepped up to the line and, with a heavy heart, reached back for his toss. As his hand moved forward, his eyes went from the target to the cavernous cleavage just below him, jiggling slightly as it’s owner giggled uncontrollably. The projectile left his fingers, and without even looking where it landed, he heard a thunk and the bar went completely still.

Had he missed that badly? Did he hit a painting or priceless photo on the wall or something? By the way the girls black lined mouth was slack and dark rimmed eyes bugged out, it must have been something really important to the locals.

After an eternity, Cal finally forced his eyes to look up and assess the damage. His own mouth fell open as he saw that his dart had landed squarely on the triple 20 spot. For a moment he wondered if someone had run over and moved the dart when his eyes were turned away. The hush was broken when a random patron gave a raucous “whoop” and started clapping furiously. Cal’s arms were limp at his sides as he realized fate (and fantastic tits) had saved him from months of a ramen only diet.

There was a high pitched whine coming from his side and he looked over to see a trembling black ball or fury inches away. At first he thought the sound was literal steam escaping her ears, but realized it was just her mouth slowly releasing air like a pinched balloon.

“Heh, I guess that means I can go. Thanks for the memorable night.” He turned and started making his way quickly to the bar to pay his tab and flee back to the relative safety of his car. After leaving his tip on the counter, he turned and almost tripped over the girl standing in front of him. He looked down at a pair of big brown eyes staring daggers up at him beneath their dark curtain of hair. A tiny finger jabbed him in the chest, hard.

“Where you going mister, we made a bet and you still need to hold up your end.”

“Yeah, I won and now I can leave.” Cal was trying to figure out how to get around this round barrier in his path without attempting to crawl up on the bar to bypass her in the most comical way possible.

“And, you get to fuck me.” She declared, louder than Cal would have liked.

“Look, don’t worry about that, we can call it even for me making you uncomfortable.”

“No, I don’t welch on a bet and, besides, everyone saw me make it and if you go spreading the word that I didn’t follow through, my rep is ruined. I’m not moving to a new town over this shit.”

“I’m not gonna tell anyone anything. I’m not even gonna be in town after next week. You’re pride’s safe.”

“Nope, I don’t know you and I don’t trust you. So we’re going to your place and getting this over with.”

Cal groaned, “I gotta get up early for a work thing tomorrow, so I really don’t have time to do anything else tonight. Maybe I can just take a rain check or something?” He hoped that this would settle things.

Abby was actually kind of relieved with this answer. She was really starting to feel the shots she’d been pounding earlier and didn’t want to end up passing out this weirdo’s room and turn into a bunch of trash bags on the side of the highway. But she still couldn’t just let him disappear and leave this all hanging over her head forever.

After squinting at him for a moment she said, “Fine, not tonight, but you’re giving me your room number and were your staying and I’m coming by tomorrow, right at 8:00 pm sharp. It’s a Friday night so you don’t have any work excuses to use for that.”

Exhausted, Cal sighed, “Fine, I’ll write it down for you.”

In an accusatory voice, Abby followed up, “And you better not be sending me on a wild goose chase. I’ll literally knock on every hotel room door in town asking if they know anything about a sick pervert matching your description. Got it?”

Cal didn’t know whether to laugh at this notion or break for the door and hope her short legs wouldn’t be able to catch up to him before he reached his car. Having heard somewhere that dwarfs were natural sprinters, he gave up and wrote his real room number on a bar napkin and handed it over.

“Fine, whatever. Here. I’ll see you at 8:00 tomorrow night or something.” He was really really ready to go to bed and leave this all behind.

“Good, I’ll be gorukle escort there.” Abby glanced at the napkin and was relieved to see that it wasn’t a skeezy fleabag motel, but an actually decent place on the edge of town. After he left, the alcohol began spreading through her brain as she wobbled her way over to the table with her friends. They were looking quizzically and tried to cheer her up as she plopped down in the booth to sulked the rest of the night in a haze of booze and self pity.

The following night, Cal got back to his room and showered. He tried to make himself as presentable as possible, like he was gonna be going on a date or party. While going over his face in the mirror, trying to trim up his short beard as best as possible, he stared in his eyes at the absurdity of the situation and barked out a laugh, followed by a deep, depressed sigh. Briefly he went through his wardrobe to try and find a nice shirt and pants to wear, then stopped and realized he wasn’t going to be leaving the room, so just ended on some comfy sweat pants and a t-shirt. He gave a little prayer to whatever deities presided over travelers who had fallen victim to the insane local women in bars that the girl would simply change her mind when she sobered and just not show up.

The minutes until the deadline ticked by painfully, like a pendulum slowly lowering to cut his soul in half. He stared at the clock by the bed as it clicked over to 8:01 and let out a huge sigh of relief.

The brief respite was shattered immediately when there came a soft knock at his door.

“Please be house keeping, please be house keeping.” he chanted as he slowly made his way to answer. House keeping didn’t stop by rooms at 8:00 pm, but his mind was grasping at whatever lifeline there was to keep himself from breaking down into a nervous wreck. His heart dropped as he opened the door and revealed the grim reaper herself.

Or at least hottest grim reaper he could have imagined. Abby was dressed up even more than she was the night before. Her makeup was done up like she was going to a party, her jet black hair was done up in bouncy curls framing her bangs with hints of dark purple strands sprinkled throughout. Instead of a corset, she was wearing a black, low cut tank top that stretched over her ample breasts then hung loose beneath, revealing the intricate pattern of a tattooed on her upper right bicep that stood out against her alabaster skin. From the waist down she wore a dark red and black plaid skirt that ended just above her knees, revealing purple and black knee high stockings down to her shiny black platform shoes. Her choker had gone from black lace to crimson, accentuating her pallid throat.

“Oh, shit…” fell from his lips, causing Abby to look away in embarrassment. She had no idea why she had put this much effort in to looking this good just for some guy she met at a bar and would probably just nut in her and throw her out. Maybe if this whole thing ended early enough, she could go drown her shame at the Trough and maybe pick someone up to spend the night with to hopefully help put as much mental distance between this and the rest of her life.

“Sorry, I mean, wow… you look really good.” This just made her blush more, pink showing up along with the black and white of her face.

“Yeah, thanks…” She mumbled back, not sure what else to say.

“Um, come in?” He stood to the side and ushered her in. In the tight entry way, as she shuffled past him, she couldn’t help but accidentally brush her soft ass up against his crotch, causing him to involuntarily catch his breath.

“Oh sorry,” was mixed with “Excuse me” as they both blurted out their apologies on reflex. She continued past and there was an awkward silence as he closed the door and put the lock bar in place out of habit. Abby stood in the middle of the room and looked around. She wasn’t sure what to expect a hotel room to look like other than a hotel room. She could tell he’d been there for several days, various items slung haphazardly on chairs and in the small kitchenette.

“Um, nice room.” was all she could think to say.

Cal was a little stunned at the sharp contrast between the bully that was yelling accusations at him the night before and this nervous girl standing in his hotel room, there to provide him with carnal satisfaction out of some bizarre sense of obligation. “Thanks?”

Abby let out sigh and looked Cal in the eye. “Alright, lets get this over with. Want me to just bend over the bed there and you can get down to business?”

Cal couldn’t help but let out a laugh at her bluntness, which only seemed to sour her mood further. “Sorry, no. I’m not laughing at you. It’s just… isn’t this all kind of fuckin weird to you? Some Christmas miracle lets me beat you at darts and now you’re here in my hotel room trying to get me to… I don’t know… nut for you?” He really didn’t know any other way to describe it.

Abby glared at him, bursa merkez escort bayan trying to figure out if he was messing with her or not. She honestly didn’t really recall much from last night except the feeling that this man that had won the bet (probably using devilry) was some hedonist freak that wanted to do unspeakable things to a young twenty something girl. The person in sweat pants whose hotel room she was in now didn’t really match up with the one she remembered.

“Look, there’s no sense beating around my bush. I’ve got places to be.” Like the bar, drinking until this was all far behind her. “So let’s just… do the thing.”

Another awkward pause. “I’m Cal, by the way.” He finally introduced himself.

Abby looked up at him, then said, “Abby,” like it was trivial information.

Cal finally decided to just embrace the madness and see where he could go with this. “Now, you said I could do whatever I wanted, right? That was the deal.” He stepped closer, within arms reach, looking down at her heart shaped face and chocolate brown eyes.

Yeah, that sounded like drunk Abby, she thought. “Sure. You want to stick it in my butt or something?”

“Woh, slow down, Midnight.” He couldn’t stop himself from making a goth joke. At least he hadn’t thought to say something like, “Worried that the sun’s coming up soon and you need to be back in your coffin?” He really didn’t want to be mean, but she was definitely turning up the abrasiveness.

Despite his restraint, Abby still punched him sharply in the arm. It was a reflex from taking shit from guys her whole life and she didn’t actually mean to do it. “Oh shit, sorr…” She cut off her apology. What did she have to be sorry for?

“No no, it was my fault, I shouldn’t have said that.” He rubbed the soon to be bruised arm. Abby didn’t know what to do with this flip in the blame game. This guys attitude was weird and alien. Was he an alien? Was she going to see an alien’s dick tonight?

“You actually look really beautiful.” More mind games. This was his plan for world domination. She was the test subject for how to manipulate world leaders in to giving him all the nuclear codes or something.

“Whatever…” She was turning pink again and looked at an awful mass produced landscape hanging on the wall.

“No, really,” Cal made a bold move and tucked a finger under her chin, turning her to face him. “You look really good. It must have taken you a while to get this dressed up.”

It had taken two and a half hours to get everything together, between showering (and shaving), styling her hair, getting the right outfit, and making sure her makeup was on point. She had kind of used the prep as something to keep her mind off of what she was getting ready for instead of just sitting in her room watching the clock tick down. (Authors note: I actually have no idea how long it would take. The wikihow didn’t say anything about prep time so I hope I didn’t horribly undershoot it.)

Abby shrugged and tried to be as nonchalant as possible, not quite being able to pull it off. “This? This isn’t anything. This is my normal going out look.”

Cal may not know a whole lot about women, apart from they were always cold for some reason, but he could tell that she was being a fibber. “Well, even if that’s true, you still look amazing.”

Abby was getting uncomfortable with all these compliments from a stranger. She was already in his room trying to get him to whip his dick out, so what else did he have to gain?

“Is it okay if I touch you?” he asked, a little awkwardly.

“Dude, it’s your party, do whatever you want.” she grumbled out, still looking to the side and annoyed with this mister goody two shoes shtick.

Cal put his hands on her shoulders and gently caressed them. Her skin was cool and smooth, but firm to the touch. She shivered unintentionally as goose bumps raised on her arms. He was close enough to smell her blossomy perfume and felt his heart rate increase. His thumb brushed lightly over her tattoo.

Abby suddenly felt very vulnerable with him standing over her, probably a foot taller, touching her intimately on her bare arms. She was getting a strange fluttering sensation in her tummy. Cal couldn’t help but stair again at her amazing cleavage, so deep that he wanted to crawl inside. After a moment he snapped out of it and realized how uncomfortable she looked. “Sorry, didn’t mean to loom over you.” He moved around, his hands still on her shoulders and turning her to face him as he sat on the bed with her still standing in front of him, allowing them to be eye to eye. “You doing okay?”

“If you keep asking shit like that, I’m gonna punch you again.” Abby replied angrily. She was used to being the one in control of the situation and his worrying was making things even more awkward. “Like I said, just do whatever.”

“Fine.” Without another word, he pulled her in and kissed her on the lips. He could smell her lipstick and makeup as their mouths met, and she let out a little oomph of surprise, her eyes going wide, then slowly closing, as he held her there, only slightly shifting his jaw. After a few seconds he slowly pulled away, their lips sticking together a little as they separated. The pink in Abby’s cheeks was starting to turn red.

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When I submitted part 4 of this series I said in the description that it was leading in to what hopefully would be two more hot parts of the story. Oops! I didn’t realize how exciting it would be to create the game that Sean had planned for Sara. Here is the third part of what was supposed to be only two parts of the story, and there will be another one after this. Let me know, am I dragging this out too much or do you like having it slowly unfold like this?

I need this break as much as Sara does, maybe more. For her it’s a matter of getting a rest for her body, for me it’s a time out to get control of myself. My trembling is getting out of hand, and I’ve been leaking so much pre-cum that I wonder if I’ll be shooting blanks later. It’s even worse than those times when she’d drive me out of my mind with desire, the only restraint imposed upon me is my own now. I’m being careful to not let my cock touch anything if I can help it, not even the bed we’re on. I’m convinced that any sensation on my erection will be too much and I’ll spill my semen all over the sheets.

Deep slow breaths to slow down my pulse are mimicked by Sara as she also recovers from our exertions. I’m holding her with her back to me, and I wish I could turn her over and hold her even more intimately, her arms around me, breasts warm against me, her beautiful face alongside mine. I slide my hand down her arm and lightly press it against the back of her hand, and she quickly turns it over to grab my hand in a fierce grip. I feel her other hand begin exploring between our bodies and realize that she’s trying to find my cock and hold it, possibly even pumping it if she can. As tempting as it is to allow my body it’s release that’s not the way I want our evening to end so I move away from her.

I’ve got hold of Sirs right hand, and begin to explore with my left arm/hand to see if I can touch his cock. He moves away from me and I clutch wildly at him with what little movement my arm has but he’s out of reach. He gives me a couple of soft kisses on my back and begins to undo the knot on my right wrist. Hallelujah! I feel him draw the cloth from under my body and begin undoing the knot from my left wrist. Moving my arms to my sides he gives them a squeeze to tell me not to move my arms and starts turning me over.

Flopping over I can feel my breasts wobble on my chest and can imagine his eyes staring at them. I pretend to stretch out my back, a ploy to thrust my tits higher in the air and continue their sensual movement. I hear his soft gasp of air, and I purse my lips, determined to not let him see the smile that wants to bloom. I don’t fool him, and I can hear the stern tone in his voice as he tells me, “Now Toy, I’m supposed to be playing with you, not you playing with me!” Suiting actions to his tone I feel him again wrapping a cloth around my left wrist, and my arm pulls away from my side, almost of it’s own volition, not something my brain told it to do. Sir quickly grabs my arm and pulls it to my side and gives it a harder squeeze, not painful but with an air of command.

I again thrust my chest up in the air and shake my breasts, trying to distract him, but it doesn’t work. Quickly he ties a knot around both wrists, and I’m again held against my will. I can feel this cloth under my back, preventing me from moving my arms. Now I regret drawing his attention to my boobs, certain that he will give even more attention to them than he might have originally.

Damn, damn, damn. Any control I might have gained by the short rest pretty much went down the tubes when Sara drew my attention to her breasts. It’s my own fault for staring at them, she knew I’d be looking at them and she shook them to mess with me. I suppose if I closed my eyes for a minute I could get my control back, but I don’t want to, or maybe can’t make myself do it. Instead I focus on her face, most of it’s covered by the mask, but her full lips are still available to my eyes.

Lowering my own lips to just above hers, I purse my lips and blow a breath of air onto her lips, and she stills for a second, then raises her head up to kiss me. I pull my head up slightly and blow another breath of air on her mouth. She raises up more, and I put my hands on her shoulders to gently force her back down. I blow one more blast of air onto bursa eskort her lips, then lower my face to rub noses, keeping my mouth just far enough from hers, sliding my nose back and forth across hers, sometimes gently circling the tip of her nose with mine. Finally satisfied that I’ve again established control I drop down a little lower and give her the softest kiss I can, a bare touching of lips. She tries to raise her face up to kiss me harder, but I place my hands on the sides of her head and hold her down, continuing to caress her lips with mine.

Her breath is getting more staccato with each inhale as her excitement grows. Slowly I increase the pressure and the kisses become more fierce, more bruising. Pulling myself away from her, I extend my tongue and lightly lick her upper lip, and as expected her own mouth opens and she tries to bring her own tongue into play. I pull slightly back and blow some more air onto her mouth, and she pulls her tongue back in. Again I reach out with my tongue and lick her lips, and again she tries to do the same, but I pull away. She whimpers, and I know that she has accepted for now that I don’t want her to touch me, not even with her tongue.

My tongue dances over her lips, and she lays there passive, and I feel the quickening of her breath. Then I pull my lips back from my teeth and gently bite down on her lower lip, pulling it side to side and then slowly away from her mouth. I have a grip on her head but I can sense her body twisting, unable to stay still. My teeth move up and down, sometimes on an upper lip then on her lower one. Returning to kissing her, I open my mouth and reach with my tongue past her lips and move it around inside her, and this time I don’t refuse her response, and her tongue quickly presses against mine, desperate for even this amount of being able to touch me. We stay with this for some time, feeding off each other.

How many times can a woman s body be driven to such heights of passion before she has to pass out or be destroyed by it? Just Sirs kisses have driven me to needing him again, and there’s so much more of my body that’s open to him now. My nipples are hard little rocks, and I can feel my labia growing hotter and slipperier with each passing moment. Almost beyond my control my legs are twisting and grinding against each other, trying to create enough stimulation in my sex to cum.

Sir realizes this, and with a “Naughty, naughty,” he pulls away from me. I feel him fumbling down near my feet, and realize he’s attaching something to my left ankle. Then he moves my right ankle away from the left, and attaches the something to that one. With a surge of despair I realize that whatever it is has spread my legs apart, and I can no longer grind my sex. I almost cry with frustration, and can sense he’s moving back up my body.

Thinking he’s going to resume kissing me I open my mouth, but instead he lowers his face to my shoulder and starts kissing me near the collarbone. Back and forth he goes from side to side, sometimes kissing, sometimes licking, and occasionally he puts his hands under my shoulders and lifts me up to bite at the nape of my neck. I can feel the pressure of the cloth on my wrists as I desperately try to pull my arms from my sides to grab him, touch him.

He stops his lips just under my chin and begins kissing his way down, and I groan, thinking my breasts are his next stop. But he fools me, kissing/licking his way down my cleavage and begins on my stomach. It’s not as sensitive as where he was before, but it’s the idea that above and below are much more excitable targets for his attention. A few minutes of this and he raises again, up my cleavage to bring his lips to mine and kiss me roughly. Pulling away from me I hear an almost evil chuckle, and wonder what’s next.

I don’t have much time to wait, and I feel one of his fingers lightly press on the skin just around my aerolae and begin to trace slow circles around it. Again I arch my back and thrust my breasts up, only this time it’s not to catch his attention but because I can’t help myself. He continues this teasing touch, spiraling outward around my tit and returning, never touching the center but driving me wild regardless. Then he switches to my other breast, and the sensation of his touch on bursa escort bayan new skin has me trembling.

My pelvis is making little up and down motions, pleading to be touched. Once more he goes to the original breast and then back to the other one, and I’m being driven mad. I sense him shifting his weight, and feel one finger being placed on the outside of my right nipple, and another finger on the outside of my left nipple. In unison they both begin to flick across my hard nubs, and I hear myself whimpering, “Oh God, Oh God” over and over again. He keeps doing it, the pressure surges through me and I’m cuming, my body twisting feverishly, feeling him hands cupping my breasts, gently holding them.

I remember my thrill the first times we made love and I found out how sensitive her breast and nipples are. I’ve heard all the complaints about men being selfish lovers who only think of their own orgasms, leaving their women unsatisfied. How can any man not be incredibly turned on by their woman’s pleasure, not be excited and proud to be able to give her joy and a need for more, more, more. It may be egotistical of me to exult in how Sara responds to me, but I can’t help it. I know Sara refers to me as an alpha male, but I never feel my masculinity more than when she’s holding me and her body is shaking with an orgasm while I’m buried deep inside her.

I don’t know if that makes me a male chauvinistic pig, but if so that means Sara is a female (female chauvinistic?) pig because I know how much pride she feels in my need for her, how she makes me feel. Properly approached most of her body is an erogenous zone, some more than others certainly, but ultimately it’s the mind that is the most erogenous zone of all, and we’re so attuned to each other that our need feeds off the needs of the other. (Okay, a non-erogenous zone are her toes, I started sucking her big toe years ago and she said, “Eww, Sean that’s gross, stop it!”)

Cupping her breasts in my hands I wait for her to recover from this climax, I can feel the tremors through her tits slowing down. As she goes limp I bend my head down and kiss her gently, and she responds weakly to me. We continue kissing for a while until I can sense some of her strength returning, and pull away. Again I bend down my head, only this time my target is different. I place a soft kiss on the underside of her left breast, and feel her body slightly tighten. More kisses follow, sometimes just caressing her breast with my lips, and she’s responding. My impatience is getting difficult for me, sometimes I almost extend my tongue to lick her soft skin but hold back, not yet. Moving back and forth from one mound to the other, always softly, not overwhelming her yet. I will never tire of hearing her breath quicken when I’m making love to her.

Moving away I reach out and get the container nearby and open it. I think she hears the sound it makes because she turns her head, puzzled at what she heard. I dip my right index finger into it’s contents and move it to her mouth, and as it touches her lips she opens her mouth and greedily sucks it in. She makes an “Mmmm” sound as she finds my finger coated in chocolate syrup! Her tongue lashes around my finger determined to get every morsel of chocolaty sweetness off it. Pulling out my finger I again coat it in syrup, and she hungrily takes in her mouth, sucking the chocolate off. I go to take my finger out and she softly bites it, somehow managing a smile while keeping my finger trapped. “Toy, let go,” I scold her and she releases my finger, her smile growing.

This time I only get a little of the syrup on my finger and draw it just above her upper lip, and she sticks her tongue out and licks the chocolate off. Again I get a little of the syrup, but mischievously put the dollop onto the tip of her nose. She laughs, and sticks her tongue out as far as it goes but the sweetness is too far away for her to reach it. With a quick flip of my tongue I get it off, and she makes a pout with her lower lip. “Don’t give me that,” I tease her, “when you were getting fed those chocolate truffles a while ago I wasn’t getting any!”

“You know what, I think I deserve some chocolate for myself now.”

Taking a spoon I take some of it out of the container and dribble görükle escort a stream onto the inside of her right breast. I begin at the bottom where it’s pooled and with short little licks begin working my way up the slope of her mound. Finishing at the top I dribble some more chocolate onto her, this time dribbling it down the upper slope of her tit. The angle is wrong, so I start at the top, just off her aerolae and using short licks again to prolong the trip. Then I very slowly dribble the syrup on the part of her breast that slopes to the side, where some of her soft skin is hidden under the breast. Slowly, so slowly, allowing the chocolate to follow down the skin rather than dripping off to pool onto her ribs. I use my tongue and nose to gently nudge her breast aside so I can get to the syrup that’s hiding. Sara starts making soft cooing noises and tries to bring her breast up higher, wanting more. I give it to her, over and over again, dribbling the chocolate onto her, most of the time taking it off with short licks, but sometimes using long, rough licks.

I get tired of chocolate and open the second container. Dipping my finger into this bowl I raise my finger to her mouth and she takes it in, to discover that it’s covered in strawberry syrup this time. Once it’s clean I begin to remove my finger and her head follows my hand up, not wanting to stop sucking and licking my finger.

Dipping the spoon into the strawberry syrup I repeat on her left breast the treatment I gave to her right breast, only it’s getting difficult now as her body is beginning to move randomly as the pleasure slowly gets too much for her to remain still. I decide to be more aggressive and cover her breast liberally with the syrup, spreading it around all the skin while still avoiding the tempting circle at the center of her tit. This time I’m more forceful in getting the syrup off her, roughly licking it off, sometimes using my lips to suck the skin of her breast into my mouth where my tongue can swirl around it. Her lower body begins twisting again, needing to be touched.

Nothing exists for me but the feel of Sirs lips and tongue on my breasts, everything else doesn’t matter. My lower body is randomly twitching and jerking, out of control of my mind, the stickiness of the syrup and wetness of Sirs saliva on my skin is all I know. I am truly Sirs Toy, and his playing with my tits is driving me mad. I keep trying to close my legs and squeeze the hungry lips of my pussy together but something prevents it. He pulls his mouth away from my skin, and I feel him blowing a stream of air onto my soaked skin, even this soft caress makes me shudder.

I hear him say, “You know Toy, these syrups are really good but I think I need to cut back. My blood sugar is probably too high already. Hmm, what to do, what to do? Wait a minute, I know, I just need to take one drop of syrup at a time. Now how do I do that, how do I consume one drop at a time? I think what I’m going to do is put one drop of each on top of of these wonderful hard little nubs I see in front of me. First off a drop of chocolate on your right nipple.”

I lay there waiting for it and suddenly feel it splash onto the tip of my nipple, and in my mind’s eye I imagine the dark brown of the chocolate drop resting on the pink of my nipple. I feel Sirs breath on my aerolae and tip of his tongue bats again and again at my nipple, flicking the chocolate off and into his mouth. I sense him move slightly and feel a drop of the strawberry syrup land on my left nipple, staining my pink nipple with the red juice. Sirs tongue laps at this new target and my whole world is becoming these two small pieces of flesh.

Sir says, “Toy, I really love the taste of the chocolate and strawberry syrup, but you know what would be better yet is to have them both at the same time, like a chocolate covered strawberry.” I feel the spoon applying a coating of chocolate to my right aerolae and then the strawberry to my left one, and I realize what Sir is going to do. My mind seizes up on me, part of it excited at what will happen while the other part fears what it will do to me. I feel his hands gently moving my breasts together, both of the pink peaks close to each other. Sir keeps me waiting for a few seconds, then begins lashing my syrup covered circles with his tongue, his tongue moving with feverish speed. I hold out for a what seems like forever, but the outcome is impossible to postpone. My body tightens and my head presses backwards against the bed as an orgasm blasts through my body, my bestial scream ripping through the air.

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