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What does a woman wear to a happy ending massage? I wondered blankly to myself as I stared into my overflowing wardrobe. It’s not a situation I had been in before, massages I had done, but nothing quite so intimate. My friends had purchased me this ‘hands on’ experience for my birthday, exclaiming that they had all loved it and couldn’t recommend it more highly. That it was a life-changing experience and after I had been once I would be completely addicted. To be honest, their excited proclamations had certainly caught my attention, but I wasn’t the kind of person who would pay for sex, so I held off and made excuses. This did not stop my clever friends, who saw right through my hesitations and made sure I couldn’t say no, because it was already paid for.

I was feeling antsy, frustrated, it had been so long since anyone had touched my body that the nervousness I felt over taking this leap into the unknown was greatly overshadowed by a curiosity and hunger for something exciting. So, the day had finally come for me to dig out the booking details from under a stack of papers and make the call. I managed to book in for that very same day, a fortunate thing according to the woman on the other end of the line, as they had just had a cancellation.

The process of getting ready for something like this was daunting to me. How obvious should I be in knowing that I may end up having my most private parts exposed and touched. I decided to treat it like a first date, reassuring myself that it was better to be over prepared than not prepared at all. I treated myself to a delicious shower and spent a good amount of time prepping my body to it’s very best ready to present to the masseuse. Oh god, what was I doing?!

I could feel the anxiety creeping in, the hesitation, so without a second thought I threw on whatever comfy clothes I could find, grabbed my purse, and practically sprinted to the car. Taking it one step at a time. Seatbelt on. Car on. Reverse. Drive. The drive was a blur and it passed far too quickly, the whole way there I could hear my heart hammering in my chest, my teeth were pressed tightly together and my hands gripped hard on the wheel. I don’t think I took a breath the whole way there.

I arrived at a house, beautiful, well kept, but nothing on the outside to show what was going on inside. That it was a place of hedonistic deviance offered to the well-paying client. I wondered whether I was in the wrong place. I had a slightly positive thought that if it was the wrong place then I would have a great excuse to back out of my plans. To go home, switch on some porn and spend the evening with my hand inside the trackpants I had decided to wear. Happy in my safe comfort. There was only one way to find out. I walked up the path to the front door and rang the bell.

The door was opened quickly, so fast I startled and became flustered. I looked in and saw two bright blue eyes looking right back at me, accompanied by a dazzling smile.

“You must be Alice. Welcome! I’m so pleased we could fit you in today,” she exclaimed cheerfully. In my flustered state I couldn’t seem to form words, I could only stare. She was dressed in a light summer dress that seemed to flow and move across her soft curves in a hypnotic, alluring way. It would also seem that she wasn’t wearing a bra judging by the way her nipples pressed proudly against the thin fabric. I blinked. She was still watching me expectantly, a curious expression on her face.

“Uh, yes, that’s me, I booked for 2 o’clock.”

Her face lit up, “Perfect, come on in,” she said, as she gestured for me to enter into the hallway. I stepped inside and she closed the door behind us.

“Follow me,” she said and led the way towards an open doorway slightly up the hall. I stared at her back as she walked, my eyes tracking down to the bouncy curves of her backside, the swishing of her skirt flowing from side to side, I wondered if she was wearing underwear. The way her butt did that little jiggle as she walked made me think not. She turned to check my location and though I moved my intoxicated eyes away as fast as the speed of light, I thought the smile she gave me next was a knowing one indeed. It seemed like her eyes carried a stronger hint of hunger to them. Like a predator that just saw it’s prey. But as soon as I thought I saw it, the look was gone, replaced with her cheerful exterior.

“Have a seat in here, I’ll go fetch you something to drink, and then run you through our processes,” she said, guiding me towards some plush, comfortable looking chairs, and then disappearing. I sat down and wasn’t disappointed with the feeling of being immediately wrapped in warmth and comfort. Taking in the space around me, the room definitely reminded me of something you would experience in a high-class spa. Tranquil music was playing softly in the background, a heavenly, relaxing scent filled the air, and all around were textures and colours that gave strong hints of sensuality and pleasure. Even the lighting was to a level that instantly helped me feel calmer. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply.

“Oh, good, I knew you would like it in here,” her soft voice bursa eskort bayan came from the open doorway. My cheerful, blue-eyed lady had re-entered, placing next to me a glass of iced water and a slim wine glass that I assumed had some kind of sparkling alcohol in it. I didn’t hesitate and reached for the alcohol, something was sorely needed to soothe these nerves, which had perked right back up when the blonde had returned.

She sat down in the chair next to me, holding a fancy looking clipboard, “now, before we get started, we need to run through a few things. I will let you know our process, go over what you would like to receive from your massage, and discuss any questions or concerns you have, does that sound okay?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied meekly.

“Excellent! Don’t worry, it is absolute okay to be nervous on your first visit, but rest assured, you are in very safe hands. You will hear us say this a few times today, but if you are ever uncomfortable with something that is happening, or you want to stop, or change your mind, that is absolutely okay and we will always respect your decisions.”

I nodded to show my understanding, lost for words.

“As you know, we offer standard massage packages which are absolutely divine, if I do say so myself,” she said with a dreamy smile, “but we also offer exclusive adult massages, including our ever-popular happy ending massage, which I understand is what you have booked in for today, is that right?”

“Yes, my friends… for my birthday” I mumbled shyly, unsure of what I wanted to share, slightly embarrassed over having my secret desire talked about so openly.

“A birthday present!! Your friends are very generous, I will have to give them a discount on their next visit for their referral!” She carried on with barely a pause, “I will say, with the happy ending massage, do not feel pressured to have an orgasm, or orgasms, we prefer that you just enjoy the sensations and the journey, sometimes us girls put too much pressure on ourselves to cum and it just puts a dampener on the whole experience. You do not need to perform for us, that’s our job, you just relax, okay?”

“Okay,” I could feel my cheeks growing redder and redder.

“Good” she nodded almost as if in solidarity for the hardships of female orgasms. “As I said before, everything we do is up to you, if you find there is something that is not quite right, just say so. To help you to feel more comfortable to do this we use a traffic light system, red, green, yellow. Throughout your massage we check in and ask you what colour you are, if everything is good and you are happy, you only need to say ‘green’ and we will carry on, if you are feeling uncomfortable or something is not quite right, perhaps we are going too fast, say ‘yellow’, and we will check in to find out how we can help you. If you want to stop what is happening to you, or stop completely, you can say ‘red’ and that will cease the activity, and the session if you would like. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, red – bad, yellow — need help, green — good,” I said in a wobbly voice.

“That’s it! You got it! Don’t worry, we will remind you plenty of times. Now, in terms of what you would like in your session, a full body massage?” She asked, looking down at her clipboard and clicking her pen.

“Yes.” She happily ticked a box.

“With single, or multiple, orgasms?”

“Yes.” Tick.

“Are you comfortable with having your buttocks touched? Breasts? Anus? Vulva?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.” Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick

“Are you comfortable with vaginal penetration?”

“Yes.”

“Anal penetration?”

“……yes” Her eyes looked up momentarily and pierced mine at the hesitation. She ticked and then added a short scribble of writing.

“Are you comfortable using toys?”

“Yes.”

With one final lavish tick on her form. She looked up and smiled, “How exciting! Do you have any questions, or anything you are worried about that I can help you with?”

“Uh, no, not really… I guess, are you doing the massage?”

“Me!? Oh, heavens no, I do help sometimes, but I need supervision with those kinds of things. Your masseuse will be along shortly, he is just with another client.”

My heart skipped a beat at the word ‘he’, I hadn’t planned on the massage being with a man, my friends never said that! The lady saw the momentary panic cross my face, she reached across and put her hand on my arm, looked at me warmly and said, “you will have fun, like I said, you are in safe hands.” At that, I jumped as a loud scream echoed around the hall, a scream that trailed off into a drawn-out moan of ecstasy. My blue-eyed beauty jumped as well, looked at her watch, and said to me, “he’s nearly finished! You stay here and relax, drink, give us about ten minutes, can I get you anything while you wait?”

“No, I’m okay, thank you,” I replied. To this, she nodded, gave me one last reassurance, and sauntered out of the room.

The wait felt like forever. I tried to busy myself by taking in the details of the room, the various artworks, and features, but nothing held my interest for bursa merkez escort long. I tried to take deep breaths, I was meant to be relaxing after all, but every now and then my breath would get stuck, and I felt as if I would die. I tried standing and walking around the room, but then got worried I’d be caught by the lady and seem like I was pacing like a deranged person, so I quickly sat back down. At one point, I heard a door open and hushed tones speaking, followed by the blonde lady escorting another woman back down the hallway. The woman was positively beaming, glowing and flushed, undoubtedly a woman who had been having a great time. This was both reassuring and terrifying to me. I finished my drink in a few gulps.

After what felt like another eternity, blue eyes returned, smiling eagerly at me. “Okay, Alice, right this way,” she said, waiting for me to stand and leading me out the room and further down the hall. This time I had no space of mind to watch her seductive body as she walked, I could barely see straight in front of me, it felt like the pounding in my head was drowning out every one of my senses. Breathe, I reminded myself.

She turned to a closed door and knocked on it gently. We waited for a few moments, and then it opened to present the most attractive man I had ever seen in my life. Tall, bearded, muscular, with broad shoulders and a strong chest, thick legs that I immediately wanted to wrap both my arms around. I just about died on the spot, and if it weren’t for my frozen body, I probably would have run right out of there.

“This is Alice,” said my guide, “she would like the works, please, Sir?” She said as she handed over her special clipboard for him to inspect. “It’s her first time and she has been so lovely, we need to make sure we treat her really nice.”

At this line, he looked intently at the woman, and even in my hazy state I felt as if something unsaid passed between them, a stream of electric understanding.

“Is that so?” He said to the woman in a voice that was coated in honey.

“Mmmhmm, yes, Sir. She’s a special one!” She said happily. He nodded to her, and smiled at me, nearly knocking me unconscious with the dazzle of it. “Welcome, Alice, come on in.”

He gestured and moved aside to give me access to the room. This room had the same feel as the waiting area, calm, serene, and highly sensual. There were visual elements designed to arouse through their shape or their outright sexual context, soft and textured fabrics around the room beckoned to be stroked and touched. There was a large massage table in the centre of the room that caught my eye immediately, it too looked like it would be a pleasure to recline on. But he first led me to a side of the room where two seats sat adjacent to each other. “Have a seat,” he said, indicating the chair closest to me. I plonked myself down awkwardly. “I’m sure my Pet has gone through everything with you, but I would like to clarify some things before starting.” His Pet!? He couldn’t mean the stunning blonde, could he?

“I will be checking in as we go to ensure you are comfortable and happy, sometimes I will ask you questions, other times I will ask for your colour. You will remember that green means all is well, you are happy and content for me to continue. Yellow is a chance for us to pause and check in, it may mean that something is not quite right and needs to change, or perhaps you need a break to breathe and reset. Both are absolutely fine and I encourage you to use this if you need, it helps me to ensure you are enjoying the experience. Red is when you feel the need to stop, whether to stop the entire session, or simply stop whatever it is I am doing to you. Again, I encourage you to use this if you need, this is your session and is meant to be enjoyable for you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” I nodded to make sure it was clear that I did indeed understand and I was indeed freaking the hell out. All the talking was making me so nervous.

“Good girl.” At this I felt my heart do a giant somersault up into my throat, plummet straight down to my pussy, and start to throb harder.

“Pet’s given me the rundown of what you have consented to, but you can always change your mind as you go, it’s not a signed contract. I will make sure to communicate with you as we go in case you do have any reservations. Don’t forget, this is meant to be a fun experience for you so do not worry, I will look after you.” His piercing eyes practically dropped me into a puddle of goo with those words. “And, without further ado, let’s get ready!” He said with a flourish that was meant to be light-hearted but just made me gulp as it displayed the muscular lines in his arms. He gave me instructions on how to disrobe and present myself on the table, and promptly left the room. Probably to go give his Pet some pats, I thought wryly.

I took a deep breath, scanned around the room for secret spies, and then quickly undressed. I neatly folded my clothes and placed them in the designated spot, shaking my head at myself as I realised how silly hiding my underwear was when I had agreed for bursa sınırsız escort bayan this man to be all kinds of intimate with my body. I scooted over to the table, jumped up quickly, laid down on my stomach and then covered myself with the towel I had been provided. The epitome of modesty. Then I waited, and waited, and waited.

Was I supposed to call out or ring a bell or something. I didn’t know what to do! Fortunately my panic was relieved when the door opened and shut.

“Perfect, are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes?” I replied, unsure as to whether I had forgotten something.

He chuckled, “I think you have been ready since you walked through the front door,” he was moving around the room, probably gathering the things he needed.

“I’m going to start on your neck and shoulders” he said as he moved around to the head of the massage table. “I want you to close your eyes if that’s comfortable for you and just focus on breathing.” With that I felt his hands spreading warm oil across my skin, firm and solid as they pressed evenly across my upper back. It was rhythmic and methodical, intoxicating in the way that the pressure hardened in the perfect spots and eased in just such a way that I couldn’t help release my breath to match. I found myself sinking into the feeling of the movements, not worrying so much about why I was there, or who was touching me, but enjoying the sensation as it happened. I was shocked with how easy it was to relax from such a heightened state. As he noticed my body releasing it’s tense posture he crooned praises like, “good girl”, “that’s it, relax”, “yes, that’s it, just breathe”.

His attentions moved across my whole back, working expertly at various muscle groups, in a way that made me think he was reading my mind. How did he know that precise spot was so tight and sore? How did he know to press it just right? At one point, as he was working one especially tight spot, I couldn’t help but let out a moan, the volume of which startled myself and caused me to tense back up slightly in embarrassment.

“That’s it, I want to hear you moan,” he said in a low growling voice, “massage isn’t just physical, it’s mental and emotional, when you use your voice, it is just another way to release all of those tensions built up inside you. If it feels right, let it out, trust me, it will feel really good when you do.” After that, I experimented with slowly letting some sounds escape my lips until I was moaning with abandon at every sensuous press and stroke.

“I’m going to move to your feet and work my way up your legs,” he stated matter-of-factly, “what colour are you?”

“Green.” I said.

“Good girl.” Again, that thrill over those words ran through me and I eagerly waited to feel his hands which began rubbing and pressing deep into points of my foot that I didn’t even know I had. I moaned and enjoyed every second of it, but I couldn’t contain the anticipation I felt as his hands moved solidly up my calf, making me gasp as he firmly worked those tender and tight muscles, and onto my thighs. Every stroke on my inner thigh felt intimate and electric, he wasn’t even that high on my leg, and yet I felt on edge.

“Relax,” he prompted me again, “breathe.”

So, I did, I took a deep breath and let it out, relaxing back into the sensations.

“I’m going to touch your upper thigh, your inner thigh, would you like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” I breathed, and felt his big hands instantly respond, gliding firmly up to the top of my leg and in between my thighs. Every time he changed body parts or did something different, he would ask my colour, and every time, I responded, “green”.

I had started the session with my thighs pressed firmly together in my anxious beginnings, but I was surprised to notice that over the time of his hands magically working my body, they had been spread slightly, now with his hands rubbing my legs they were being moved apart even more.

“You’re looking very exposed there, but not enough for someone like you, spread your legs for me. Wider.”

I couldn’t help but comply, edging my thighs apart, feeling my pussy becoming even more vulnerable to his eyes and his hands. I was worried he would see it glistening from how horny I was becoming, but then felt silly, given the circumstances.

“Better,” he growled, and I was rewarded with the feeling of his fingers brushing one side of that horny pussy, teasing it with his touch. He continued this motion, up both sides of my thigh in one smooth sweep, each time becoming more firm at the top, first with one finger, then two, then soon his whole hand was running across my glistening slit in a long, seductive motion, teasing moans out of me and causing my hips to rise seeking more. When it was almost too much, his hand stayed in place and continued to move across the outside of my pussy, paying expert attention to my clit and the entrance of my juicy fuckhole, while the other hand moved up and across my hindquarters, working deep into my glutes in an efficient massage that I had experienced many times before, but had never in my life felt so sensual. I was wiggling with glee and breathing quickly with each stroke, until I felt him ease off, move away, and switch to my other leg. I made a sound that was kind of a pout and a grumble, to which he responded by calling me a greedy girl and began the whole cycle again. Foot, calf, thigh, teasing me with every stroke, and then working me more and more.

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After rescuing Chelsea last night I texted my daughter, “I have her, she’s safe,” but after what just happened in my bed I was not sure that “safe” was the right word. I’d just had sex with my daughter’s friend and I knew that she wouldn’t be happy about it. Basking in the afterglow of just nutting in the blonde bombshell currently lying next to me, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it either. I had fantasized about this moment, but it was supposed to be just that, a fantasy.

Chelsea got out of bed, saying she needed to freshen up. I could see a shiny trail of my ejaculate adorning her inner thigh, causing my cock to stir again. When she rejoined me in bed after cleaning up I told her we needed to talk. She sat cross-legged next to me, her plump labia fully exposed.

“What happened this morning was beyond my fantasies,” I told her, “but I don’t think we should do that again, and we should not tell Crissie what happened.”

I thought she was going to start crying again. “Are you rejecting me too? What is wrong with me Mr. B? Why can’t I keep a man’s interest?”

“No, I’m not rejecting you, the sex was incredible, it’s just that you’re my daughter’s friend and our age difference.”

“Seriously, the age difference is your excuse? Lots of men your age lust after women my age. Don’t give me this age difference excuse. You’re divorced, and soon I will be as well and as far as Crissie goes, do you let her control your sex life? You have no valid excuse for not desiring me other than there’s something fundamentally wrong with ME! I just made you cum!” Tears began to trail down her cheeks. She rolled off the bed and ran into the guest room, slamming the door behind her. I thought that had gone about as badly as it could have. I took a shower and dressed, as I stepped out of the shower my phone rang, it was Crissie.

“Hey, baby girl.”

“What’s happening, I called Chelsea and she’s crying uncontrollably again!”

“I’m afraid that’s my fault. She was doing well this morning and we were having a conversation. Something I said set her off and she now thinks that I’m also rejecting her, just like her husband. I’m afraid I’ve fucked up.”

“You’re the man on the ground there, dad, you need to fix this. Chelsea is very vulnerable right now. You need to treat her like she’s your second daughter. Be good to her, do things with her to take her mind off him. Help her move forward to a new life without the bastard.”

I let out a huge sigh. “No pressure, huh?”

“Lots of pressure, dad. You need to show her that not all men are horrible, show her how a man can treat her right. Hold her when she cries, don’t let her lay in the bedroom alone. She’s feeling ugly, that’s her thinking about why Brady cheated on her.”

“That’s not true, she’s a beautiful young woman.”

“Then make her see that she’s beautiful, make her feel that she’s beautiful. I’m hanging up, you need to go to her now and comfort her, ok?”

“Ok, I love you, Crissie.”

“I love you too, dad, you’re the greatest man I know, go help my friend.” She ended the call.

I went to the guest room and knocked on the door, Chelsea said to come in. She was dressed now and sitting cross-legged on the bed in the outfit she had on the day before. Tear stains still shone on her cheeks. I sat on the bed next to her.

“Chelsea, I’m truly sorry. I handled that very poorly.”

“Ya think?”

That stung. “Let’s go get you a few days’ worths of new clothes and maybe we can figure this out along the way.”

“I’ve already figured it out, I’m fat, ugly, and emotional, that’s why men don’t want me.”

“Fat and ugly? No. Emotional? You have every right to be. Do you remember Crissie’s mom?”

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous.”

“So tell me why, if I can have a woman like that, would I start fucking fat and ugly?”

“Because I was naked and in your bed. Purely a fuck of convenience.”

I leaned in and kissed her, she kissed back. “You’re not naked now.”

“No, but you’re just trying to be nice.”

I let out an exasperated sigh, just like Crissie had yesterday when she first called me. Now I understood.

“Chelsea, you are an attractive woman, and I don’t regret having sex with you earlier. However, I do feel guilty because Crissie is depending on me to keep you safe and I feel like I’ve let her down. That’s why I don’t think we should repeat this morning’s activities.”

“You haven’t let her down, Mr. B., I feel so safe here with you. What I need is to feel desired. Less than twenty-four hours ago I saw my husband in bed with another woman, my ego is pretty beaten down right now.”

I wrapped my arms around her and just held her for a bit.

“Let’s go shopping for some clothes that make you feel pretty.”

We headed out across town to the local mall. She wanted to shop at one of the discount department stores so we entered, I grabbed bursa escort a cart, and followed her to women’s clothing. She started pulling things off the rack and putting them back, the occasional piece ended up in the cart. I noticed that she was selecting things that were loose fitting, some would call them frumpy.

“Chelsea, is this how you always dress?”

“Yeah.”

“Why? None of these clothes show off your curves.”

“It’s how Brady always liked for me to dress.”

“So you’re picking clothes to satisfy Brady?”

The look on her face was almost as if I had slapped her.

“Fuck,” she said under her breath, “why am I doing this?”

“Habit, but that’s ok. Mr. B. is here to put a stop to this shit. C’mon, let’s get out of this store, there’s nothing here for the next phase of your life,” I said as I abandoned the cart and took her hand. I knew there was a plus-size store a couple of doors down and that’s where we headed. When we entered one of the sales staff greeted us.

“Good morning! How can I help you?”


“My daughter needs a bit of a fashion makeover, can you help her?”

Cassie looked at me with a confused look on her face since I’d just called her my daughter, I just didn’t want the lady to think that I was some perv. She looked Chelsea over.

“Well,” she said, “she’s on the small end of our size range but that shouldn’t be a problem. Follow me.”

She took us deeper into the store and then stopped. “So this is the area where we’ll find your size. What do you do for a living, dear?”

“I work for a CPA.”

“Mmm, professional attire,” said the saleswoman. She picked a few outfits off the rack and hung them on a nearby rolling rack.

“Married or single?”

“Soon to be single,” Chelsea sighed.

“I’m sorry dear,” said the woman as she should her head, “Ok, dating clothes.” She grabbed the rolling rack and went deeper into the store before grabbing some more outfits. Then she walked around the store grabbing pieces here and there before returning. When she was done there were over a dozen outfits plus accessories on the rack.

“This will be a good start,” she said, looking satisfied, “What’s the budget, dad?”

“I can pay you back — dad!” Chelsea said excitedly.

“Let’s not worry about that right now, darling,” I said to Chelsea with a smile, and then turned to the saleswoman, “Is one-thousand dollars a good start?”

“That is more than a start.” She took Chelsea by the hand, “This way, dear. And dad? You come too so she can model for you. Get a man’s reaction.”

Chelsea and I followed her to the dressing rooms. I took a seat nearby while she went into the room with Chelsea. I could hear them talking softly, giggling at times. It wasn’t long before they stepped out.

“What do you think, dad? Suitable for the office or a night out.”

She had dressed Chelsea in a flowered dress with a cowl neck and chiffon sleeves.

“Very nice!” I responded.

They returned to the room, reappearing with Chelsea dressed in a new outfit every few minutes. Most of them were very attractive but I shook my head no to a few.

The saleswoman came out before Chelsea now.

“Dad, we’re going to show you a few outfits that, shall we say, accentuate your daughter’s assets. You may not have seen her look like this before. Brace yourself, because your daughter is a very sexy young woman.”

Chelsea stepped out in a short white skirt and a matching crop top that exposed a couple of inches of her stomach and more than a couple of inches of cleavage.

“Wow,” was all I could say.

“Wow is right,” said the saleswoman, “Do you think your daughter should wear this?”

“No,” I said, my cock stirring in my pants. All I could think about was that outfit lying on my bedroom floor.

“Perfect! Just the reaction we were going for, fatherly disapproval.” They disappeared back into the fitting room. Next was a sun dress, a little black dress, followed by tops, shorts (including a pair of white short-shorts), and a few more body-hugging dresses. Then the saleswoman emerged again.

“And now, the pièce de résistance!” she said with a flourish as Chelsea stepped out of the dressing room wearing a form-fitting sleeveless black gown with a band of pink across the top just above her breasts.

My mouth must have fallen open because the saleswoman giggled and said, “just the reaction we were going for. Isn’t your daughter beautiful?”

“Absolutely,” I said, causing Chelsea to blush.

“Are you satisfied with what you’ve seen, dad?”

“Yes, very much. You’ve been a great help.”

Chelsea changed back into one of the sundresses and I paid up. After she rang us up the saleswoman wrote a note on the back of the receipt.

“Take this to the lingerie store across the mall and give this note to Mandy. She’ll help you with some appropriate bursa escort undergarments. And dad? This is where you find a bench and people-watch, or if you want you can go into the changing room with her,” she said with a wink.

I smiled and nodded and we left. Chelsea swirled and giggled in her new dress.

“I feel pretty!”

“Good, because you are beautiful,” I said with a smile.

We walked across the mall to the lingerie store. I went in with Chelsea and we found Mandy.

“Oh yes, a special customer, right this way. Would you like to come with her dad?”

I was embarrassed by the way she said dad, but if I could see Chelsea naked I sure the fuck was going to. Watching her try on clothes had been hard enough.

Mandy showed us to an isolated changing room and then said she’d be back in a few minutes. When she returned she came bearing an amazing assortment of lingerie, pajamas, garters, stockings, gym shorts, and even a few bikinis.

“Take your time trying things on. I’ll leave you alone until dad comes looking for me,” she said, and she disappeared.

“So, you’re going to see me naked, can you keep your hands to yourself so I can try these things on?”

“Probably not,” I told her.

As Chelsea removed her dress I was sorting through the items that Mandy brought. I quickly found an item that I loved, loose-leg panties made of tulle and lace.

“Put this on,” I said, handing it to her.

“Oh my, that’s sexy!”

She put the panties on and then turned in a circle modeling for me.

“You like?”

“I’d love to see that lying on the floor next to my bed.”

“Mr. B!”

I handed her more panties to try but none were as sexy as the first. I came to some boy short style and she asked me to go see what other colors they had since she loved those for everyday wear.

When I returned with one of each color I found Chelsea standing in front of the mirror admiring herself, wearing a lace thong, stay-up stockings, and a matching shelf bra. She looked up at me as I entered the changing room.

“Does this make you hard, Mr. B?”

“Fuck, Chelsea, you have no idea how hot this morning has made me. To see you like that makes me want to take you right here.”

“I have a lot more to try on.”

“You’re no fun.”

“I’ll be a lot of fun when we get home.”

She smiled and continued trying on items, those items she wanted she put in one pile, and those she did not want she put in another.

Finally, she tried on the bikinis while I sat in a chair watching. Wearing the skimpiest one she walked over and stood between my legs, looking down over her breasts at me.

“Do you like it?” She asked as she slowly turned in a circle. With her back to me and the low-rise bikini bottom, I noticed two dimples of Venus. I bent over to kiss them and she gasped as my lips touched her. Unable to resist I began kissing across the top of the bikini as she softly moaned. I reached up, grasped the bow at each hip, and tugged on a loose end, causing the bikini bottom to drop to the floor.

With one hand on a hip, I placed the other on her mid-back and pushed her over into a position with her hands on her knees. I traced up one thigh and she spread her feet apart, giving me access to her wet little pussy. I began tracing between her folds and my fingers were quickly slick, so I slid two into her and she gasped.

“Yes, Mr. B., that’s nice,” she whispered.

With my other hand, I undid the bikini top, letting her breasts free, and took a nipple between my forefinger and thumb. I finger fucked her for a few minutes while I played with her tit, and then turned her around and let her watch me clean my fingers before I sucked on her nipples. I devoured her mounds, kissing all over them, between them, and sucking her nipples. She moaned and began fingering herself.

“I want to eat your pussy, Chelsea,” I whispered. She stepped back and then traded places with me. Now sitting on the chair she spread her legs invitingly, and then parted her folds.

“You’re the only man I have to satisfy me now, this pussy is all yours, Mr. B.”

I knelt between her legs and dragged my tongue from her entrance to her clit and back again. She let out a satisfied little squeal. I tongued her for a while and then focused in on her clit, sucking on it firmly. She began to moan more loudly and then her legs began to shake, finally she clamped her thighs around my head, grabbed my hair, and fucked my face while moaning, “yes, yes, YES!”

Having given her an orgasm, I stood up and she noticed my cock tenting my pants. She looked up with a grin.

“Would you care to relieve yourself on my tig ole biddies?”

I didn’t have to be asked twice, I took out my cock and in no time I was shooting ropes of cum across her nipples while she grinned.

“Nice load, Mr. B. Now bursa eskort I need to clean it up,” she whispered and she took fingers full of my cum and ate it. Once she had cleaned up most of it I knelt again and licked her tits clean.

“Oh, Mr. B.! You’re such a naughty man!” she exclaimed and then pulled my lips to hers and licked them clean before kissing me passionately.

We got dressed and went to pay for our purchases. Mandy smiled as she rang us up.

“Are you both satisfied… with your purchases?” she giggled.

Chelsea pulled aside her dress top, showing Mandy the sheen of cum on her tit.

“We like satisfied customers,” Mandy grinned.

On the way home, we talked about the lingerie store.

“It seems that I’ve overcome my guilt.”

“My sticky tits agree.”

“You’re okay with that?”

“I am. I’m embarking on a new adventure after being told for years that no one else would have me. I need an ego boost, I need to feel desirable. I meant what I said, my pussy, my body, is yours.”

“Would you like to spend every night in my bed? We don’t have to fuck, just snuggle and sleep.”

“I would like that, but if you want me, anytime, I’m yours. It would be a great opportunity to show me how desirable I am.”

I smiled at her and placed my hand on her bare thigh, then slid it up until I could feel her moist heat.

“When we get home and into the garage, I want to lift this dress and fuck you over the hood of the car.”

“That sounds so hot, should I take my panties off now?”

“Yes, I want to enjoy your scent.”

She stripped off her panties and handed them to me, I wadded them and put them to my nose, inhaling deeply.

“You like my taste and scent?”

“Very much.”

“Brady didn’t like doing what you did back there in the fitting room.”

“He didn’t like to eat your pussy? That’s a shame. I love the taste of pussy,” I said, inhaling another dose of her.

“So you plan to eat my pussy a lot?”

“I’ll eat it every day if you want.”

“I liked it, it feels more — intimate — than fucking, and I came different, gentler, but still satisfying.”

“A blowjob feels much the same.”

“Do you like blowjobs?”

“Yes, as you said, it’s more intimate. There’s something special about a woman who brings a man to orgasm with her mouth, particularly if she swallows his cum.”

“Would you like for me to give you a blowjob and let you cum in my mouth? Brady enjoyed my blowjobs, but I don’t know if I’m good enough to please you. I’ll try if you want.”

We pulled into the driveway and I triggered the overhead door.

“I’d like that very much, you have a pretty mouth and I’ve often fantasized about you letting me cum in it,” I said with a slight smile. The overhead stopped and I pulled in then triggered it again to close out the world.

“Would you like for me to give you a blowjob now?”

“No, you need to get out there and bend over the hood. And be quick about it or you might get spanked!”

She giggled and hopped out of the car, ran to the front, and flipped up her dress. I stepped behind her and lowered my pants.

“I’m finally going to get a proper fucking, aren’t I?”

“Yes, you are. This is one of my favorite fantasies with you so I hope you enjoy it,” I said as I smacked her ass, causing both ample cheeks to ripple.

”Oh!” Chelsea yelped.

I rubbed the head of my cock against her wet slit and then plunged into her, she was so wet that there was no resistance and I bottomed out with my balls slapping her clit. She grunted as I began thrusting in and out.

“I love being bent over and fucked,” she groaned.

I gave her other cheek a smack as I pulled out of her and then plunged back in.

“Oh! I like that! I’m such a nasty girl, fucking my friend’s dad. I should be spanked.”

I pulled out of her and started smacking both cheeks.

“Fuck yes, Mr. B.! Spank me!” She began to moan with each strike and soon she was quivering on the car hood.

“I’m cumming Mr. B.! Put your cock in me and use me for your pleasure, give me your cum!”

I grabbed her hips and began to vigorously pound into her, raising her feet off the floor with each thrust. Soon we were both moaning, she spasmed on the hood and I drove deep, my cock throbbing out another load of cum for her.

Satiated, we stood there momentarily catching our breath. Eventually, I pulled out of her and heard my cum dripping onto the floor.

“Was I good for you?” Chelsea asked as she stood up and turned to face me, she had a look on her face as if she was desperate for approval.

I brushed the hair away from one side of her face and slid my hand behind her head, pulling her to me and kissing her passionately.

“What do you think? Were we good together?”

She blushed. “I feel incredibly satisfied.”

“So do I, you made my fantasy come true, and then some. Is spanking something you’ve done before?”

“No, you surprised me with that, and I surprised myself when I started to cum while you spanked me.”

“Would you like me to spank you again sometime?”

“I think I’d like that very much.”

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by joli.camarillo & patty_parker60

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*all characters are at least 18 years of Age*

Jen: Voluptuous Anglo Wife, 40 years old, Mother of Two

Renita: Sexy Predatory Executive, Divorced AA, 36 years of age

***

As ordered, Jen waited fifteen minutes or so to make sure Paul will not wake up from his deep, alcohol-induced slumber. After wrestling him out his clothes and into bed, she showers, making sure to douche and give herself an enema, as also as she’d been instructed. She dresses in a black satin lingerie ensemble she’d been saving for Paul’s and her anniversary: bra, garter-belt, hose, and a tiny matching thong. A thin kimomo-type wrap, and black high-heeled pumps complete her outfit. She is so hot that she can barely stand it. Paul is snoring deeply when she slips out of their suite and knocks lightly door a few feet from theirs: Renita’s suite. Renita answers the door in nothing but a pair of spike-heeled pumps and a huge black rubber strap-on dildo.

“C’mon in, sweetie” she invites, stepping aside.

She locks the door, then joins Jen in the spacious living room. Her eyes rove over the brunette’s lush shape, which is clearly out-lined under the thin wrap she wears. Jen can’t take her eyes off Renita’s monster cock. Stroking it lazily, Renita motions for Jen to strip. Jen unties the belt of her robe and lets it slide from her body and pool at her feet, revealing her eye-popping physique to her partner’s admiring eyes.

In less than five steps, the sexy exec closes the distance between them, and kisses the luscious, full bursa evi olan escort red lips of the dark-haired beauty. The kiss is heady; Jean utters a noise much like a mewling kitten; she’s left gasping when Renita takes her by the shoulders, guiding her to her knees. She doesn’t resist; it’s obvious what Renita wants, and Jen wants to give it to her…

When she speaks, the African American beauty’s voice is throaty, bursting with lust.

“Suck my dick, baby”

The strap-on looks much bigger from this position…will she be able to fit it into her mouth?

“I don’t have all night, bitch,” Renita barks, no longer the considerate hostess.

The harsh words shock Jen out of her trance and she reaches for the ebony staff, wrapping delicate fingers around as much of its girth as she is able, which is not very much. Hot tears of shame run down Jen’s lovely, aristocratic cheeks as she reluctantly allows the bulbous cock-head to slide into her mouth. She struggles to stretch her lips around the apple-sized tip, and is finally successful. Fresh tears wet her face from the stinging pain in the edges of her mouth as a result. Soon the insistent cock-head is pushing at the opening to her throat, and Jen instinctively tries to work- up the necessary spittle to ease the passage of the foraging latex intruder into her narrow gullet.

Her tongue slithers free to bathe as much of the thick shaft with spit as possible, then Renita pushes forward, this time much more slowly. Jen is forced to breathe through her nose as her air passage is clogged with man-made penis. “That’s a good bitch,” Renita cooes encouragingly, reaching down to fill her palms with her kneeling partner’s altıparmak escort huge, satin-covered jugs. Her fingers find the up-raised buds of the brunette’s rock-hard nipples, pinching them through the thin material encasing them.

Suddenly, Jen gags, her eyes open wide as she panics a bit, unable to get enough air into her lungs. Renita takes pity on her and pulls back enough so that her cock-tip clears the housewife’s tonsils and she’s able to suck in a large gout of oxygen, enough to ease her sudden panic attack. The black executive is satisfied for now with Jen’s oral efforts, and slowly withdraws all the way out of her new lover’s lip-stick smeared mouth. Helping her to her feet, Renita glues her lips to the other woman’s; the response is immediate and expected. A soft moan of desire escapes Jen as her husband’s supervisor pushes her tongue past her teeth, flitting, darting, insistent as it probes the inside of her mouth. The kiss continues as Jen lets herself be propelled backwards toward the immense couch occupying the center of the suite. The smell of Jen’s arousal is an exotic perfume as Renita kneels between her legs and claims the housewife’s breasts as her own once more.

Jen is trembling, shaking like a leaf. Unlike before, it is not fear is experiencing, but raw LUST. “I so adore these big titties, baby”, the black woman murmurs, leaning forward to run her wet tongue between the deep, impressive cleavage between Jen’s incredibly-large endowments. “What size bra do you wear; an E cup?”

Jean manages to groan “Y-Y-Yesss; II-I’m 38EEeeeeeeOOOOOOAHHH!”

Renita’s questing lips have latched onto the straining, quivering bud of Jen’s left breast, sucking gently gemlik escort at first, then more urgently. The satin material is soon soaked with spittle. Nimble fingers unclip the front clasp of the bra and peel the thin cups down and away, so that the biggest set of mammaries Renita has ever seen plop free. They are BHTJ: BIG HEAVY TITTY JUGS: in every sense of the term, capped with a pair of very wide, very dark brown areola and protuberant nipples, just the kind that made Renita’s mouth water. She wastes no time in partaking of this delectable feast. She licks between them, her hands busily kneading, fondling, and pinching the glorious globes as her lips switch to Jen’s right breast.

She spends quality time on Jens’s boobs, sucking the straining breast-buds to swollen, throbbing hardness. She would gladly spend hours sucking them, but she has much of the sexy brunette’s lush body to sample and an all-day meeting to run the next day. Jen is now in a fever of want. She allows Renita to arrange her on her hands and knees on the edge of the sofa, waiting expectantly, and a bit nervously, for what is to come: before parting last night, Renita made it clear that she has every intention of taking Jen anally in their next encounter…the lust-crazed wife gasps as the other woman’s fingers slip into the crevice between her buttocks and peel them apart. Normally, she would be mortified at the thought of another woman staring at her asshole; NOT NOW… Renita’s wet tongue flicks against the crinkled, quasi-entrance of her anus, and she groans aloud, jerking as she experiences a rim-job for the first time in her life. Renita can’t help herself: she buries her face between those over-abundant globes and begins feasting on the succulent, tasty morsel as it were her last meal on earth. Jen’s big butt-cheeks shake and jiggle as she humps backward, trying in vain to get more of Renita’s tongue in her ass. Renita laps greedily at the puckered star, swirling her tongue in relentless, non-stop fashion until Jen is out of her mind with want.

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I love writing what really happened…it makes my pussy dripping wet all over again.

We do horny stuff, then I come here and reported it to you! I love it!

Fresh out of the shower, Blue was making the bed, her ass and hips waggling hotly. I was drying myself off, my eyes on that ass of hers, my pussy getting more wet by the second. I’m pretty sure she knew that.

I had just fucked her pussy with my mouth in the shower and, already, she’s teasing me for more? I do love that…she can have me whenever she wants!

I went to her and held her from behind, my hands on her hips, my hips pressed against her ass…she giggled and pressed her ass against me, rubbing me with it. Her giggles turned to whimpers when I opened my mouth wide on the side of her neck, letting her feel my teeth.

With her ass still pressed to my hips, she leaned her head to the side, giving me her neck. I growled softly from low in my throat, “Who does your ass belong to, baby?” I pressed my teeth harder against her skin.

Baby yelped, pleasure shooting through her body, telling me breathlessly, “You…you…you…”

I slid down to my knees behind her with my body sliding on her ass, and said, “Give your pretty ass to me.” She remained bursa yabancı escort standing and spread her feet apart, eagerly spreading her legs for me, her breathing quickening.

She squealed with the first long lick I gave her up through her ass cheeks, my hot, slippery tongue sliding lasciviously across her opening…her body weakened and she fell over on her hands on the bed, partly to hold herself up…partly to beg for more by pushing her ass at my face.

I used my hands to push against her inner thighs and she spread her feet farther apart, surrendering more of herself to my mouth, each exhale of her breath now with sexy little whimpering sounds. I moved my hands to her lovely asscheeks and spread them, burrowing my strong tongue to her opening and just pressing on it, my breath burning her.

My hot baby squealed out, “FUCKFUCK! OHFUCK!” and shoved her ass harder at my mouth…I growled and, using only my face between her asscheeks, I roughly pushed her body onto bed.

Baby screamed in pure delight, her forehead planted on the mattress and her ass raised for me, yelling as loud as she could, “TONGUEFUCK MY ASS! HARD! FUCKING HARD!”

My inner thighs were soaked with my bursa sınırsız escort own juices…without touching myself, I STILL had an orgasm about to hit me while tongue-flicking her opening…she pushed my face harder with her ass, screaming nonstop with her body tense and about to cum…I BURIED my tongue in her ass, fucking her hard with it!

Just from her ass being fucked with my tongue, her orgasm rocked her hard! I held onto her with both hands and my own orgasm hit, making me tongue-fuck her harder while she came, my orgasm sending all my cum down my thighs…

Blue lay flat her tummy, catching her breath with her legs spread. I climbed up on her and straddled her, rubbing my ladycum-soaked pussy all over her ass and my wet thighs rubbing her hips…my cum dribbled down on her opening, making her squirm under me and her ass muscles in mini-spasm.

I had to do it…I reached behind me and fucked her pussy with two fingers…I tossed my long hair and fucked my pussy on one of her ass cheeks…oooooooohhhhhh, how I came…so fucking hard, my body, breasts and hair bouncing from my intense pussyfucking on her ass…baby screamed out and came with me, my fingers tormenting the inside görükle escort of her pussy!

I gently slid my fingers from her and her breathing was in little gasps. “Sunny…fuck…fuck…baby…”

My pussy wetly slid off her ass and I fell beside her. Fuck, she looked so good like this…her mouth open, her hair a mess, her body all wet from my pussy.

I ran to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and mouthwashed, then ran back, plopped between her wide-spread legs and smothered her ass cheeks with kisses and little hot sucks, making her squirm under my mouth and whimper for me.

I slid up beside her, lied on my back and gently pulled her on top of me with her flat on my tummy, legs spread wide, straddling my body with her arms spread out. I caressed her down her back with both hands from her shoulders to her ass, and her mouth met mine…

She kissed me deeply and purred into my mouth, her warm, wet tongue sliding on mine. I purred back to her, trying to get more of her mouth…her tongue slid deeper to my throat, then back out…

Her voice was hot against my lips. “My ass belongs to Sunny. My pussy belongs to Sunny. My heart belongs to Sunny…I love you so, so much.”

I replied with my lips touching hers, “All of me belongs to Blue…I’m your possession, forever…I love YOU so very much.”

She laid her head on my breasts, nuzzling me contentedly while I rubbed my face in her hair. Even at rest, her pussy contracted…relaxed…contracted…relaxed…and dripped on my tummy.

The End

Thank-you for reading.

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“Look, I’ll just see you later!”

Hannah closed the door behind her and stalked off down the corridor of her apartment building. Her boyfriend Alex had been getting on her nerves, asking where she was going for the millionth time. She’d definitely told him that she was volunteering in the box office of her friend’s theatre show that night. She’d agreed to help out every night that week and Alex seemed to either not remember or be inexplicably pissed off that she wasn’t going to be home, so was being a pain. Generally they had a pretty good relationship, but he was kind of possessive and didn’t like her going out on her own too much. She was the kind of girl who got a lot of attention from strangers, both women and men, but she never considered cheating on Alex or anything like that. Plus, she was terrible at flirting, usually once the person started talking to her she quickly ran out of things to say and ended up awkward and silent. She sat on the tram, silently staring out of the window and thinking about what she was going to do about him.

The tram shuddered to a stop and she got off, nearly tripping as she tried to shuffle past the blockade of people in her way. She wasn’t used to wearing heels, and even though the ones she had on weren’t super high, she felt awkward and wobbly, and that certainly hadn’t helped. The theatre was around the corner from the tram stop, so she hadn’t thought she’d need her proper winter coat, but it was colder than she’d expected, and she shivered and hugged herself as she walked up to the theatre. Luckily when she got there it was warm enough that she could take off her cardigan and just wear the branded theatre shirt they’d provided for her.

Hannah sold tickets by herself for half an hour or so, until it started getting busier, and other girl who was rostered on to the box office arrived. Her name was Sarah and she was a cute redhead who was a little boyish and quite short. She was wearing high waisted black jeans and the same white theatre shirt that Hannah had on, except on Sarah it was tight, making it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. Hannah noticed that Sarah had quite small breasts but that they were big enough that their bottom curve and her nipples could be seen through the thin material of the shirt.

Hannah looked away, embarrassed that she’d noticed. She’d always been interested in girls, but had pretty much exclusively had boyfriends in the past, and Alex was certainly not going to let her sleep with anyone else. She’d had sex with a few girls when she was in uni, but that was a few years ago.

“How’s the night been so far, busy?” Sarah asked her.

“Not too bad yet, I think it’s about a quarter sold so far, plus a few presales”

“How about I grab us some chairs so we’re not stuck on our feet the whole time?” Sarah said, walking towards the chairs that were stacked up against the back wall. She brought two chairs over and put them down quite close together behind the counter. The girls sat down and accidentally brushed elbows. Hannah looked awkward, but Sarah just smiled at her.

They continued selling tickets, and chatted a little. Sarah told Hannah about her uni course, and about how she was thinking of getting into theatre tech work once she graduated. Hannah talked about her work as a statistician and spoke maybe a little too openly about how she was annoyed with her boyfriend.

“He just doesn’t seem to understand that its ok for us to have separate lives, you know? He always needs to know exactly where I am or who I’m with, it drives me nuts. And he can just be really controlling, he doesn’t like me having male friends… I don’t know, I do like being with him, but is it going to be like this forever?”

“Yeah,” Sarah said, “that’s annoying. I feel like a lot of guys can be like that. That’s why I don’t date them anymore.” She laughed. “Well, that’s not exactly why, but close enough.”

Hannah laughed, maybe it would be easier with girls. The gay couples she knew did tend to have a lot less jealousy and control issues.

Eventually, the show started, and Hannah and Sarah snuck into the back row to watch. They’d both been working the box office all week but bursa escort bayan hadn’t actually seen it yet. There was no one else in the row so they didn’t feel bad for taking a seat that someone would have otherwise paid for. The curtains opened and they watched the play unfold. It was a local theatre company doing a play about life in Sydney, but as soon as it started, all Hannah could see was one of the actors. He was tall and slim with distinctive cheekbones and ruffled brown hair. His shirt was partially open so the audience could see part of his well-defined chest, and he kept smiling at the audience. Hannah snuck a look at Sarah and noticed that, despite her earlier protestations about men, she was clearly as mesmerised as Hannah was. Hannah looked back at the stage, but could see out of the corner of her eye that Sarah had noticed her looking over, and was smirking.

Sarah touched Hannah’s leg to get her attention, “ok, maybe not allll guys are terrible” she said, guiltily.

Hannah laughed and looked away, but noticed that Sarah’s hand was still on her thigh. She sat there for a moment, not sure of what to do. Did Sarah just forget to take her hand away or something? That made no sense, no one would do that. Sarah was pointedly looking at the stage, not acknowledging that she was still touching Hannah, who could feel her cheeks starting to burn. She was very attracted to Sarah, but couldn’t get the thought of Alex and his disapproval out of her mind.

They sat like that for another two full scenes. Sarah started to stroke her thumb slightly back and forth, there was no denying what was going on now. Still looking straight ahead, Hannah ran her hand along Sarah’s forearm, feeling the soft skin and giving her goosebumps. Sarah looked at her and smiled. She brought her hand up to Hannah’s and gave it a squeeze, before putting her hand back onto Hannah’s thigh, and sliding it slightly further down the inner side of her thigh. Hannah’s heart was racing as Sarah’s hand kept going, until it was right between her legs. Hannah could feel that she was wet, and started moving a little in her chair, rubbing against Sarah’s hand. Suddenly Sarah was rubbing her clit with her fingers over Hannah’s jeans, and she lent over to whisper in Hannah’s ear.

“Do you want me to keep going”

Hannah breathed out audibly.

“Yes,” she said, looking back towards the show.

Sarah subtly undid Hannah’s jeans, glad they were the only ones in the row. She lent over and slid her hand slowly over Hannah’s stomach and down into her underwear, making Hannah spread her legs slightly. She slipped her fingers to Hannah’s clit and could feel how wet she was. It was so slippery and hot that Sarah’s stomach flipped. She had wanted Hannah since they met earlier that week. She hadn’t been able to stop staring at the way she awkwardly played with her long brown hair, and how her shirts clung to the curve of her waist.

Sarah leant over and kissed Hannah’s neck softly. She kissed her way up to Hannah’s ear, making Hannah draw in her breath sharply. She slid her fingers down further, sliding one into Hannah’s pussy a little. Then, as Hannah shuffled around a little, opening her legs, a little more. She slid a second finger in, and filled Hannah up, making her gasp.

Hannah reached over to Sarah and slid her hand under her t-shirt. Knowing Sarah wasn’t wearing a bra, she ran her hand up Sarah’s stomach and up to her nipples. She ran her hand over one of them, pulling and pinching it a little, very softly. She could hear Sarah exhale and suddenly the fingers that were in her a little suddenly plunged further into Hannah.

“I think we should get out of here,” Sarah breathed quietly.

Hannah nodded, and they quietly snuck out of the room.

In the foyer, Sarah grabbed Hannah’s hand, and pulled her close. Her mouth was on Hannahs, and Hannah kissed her back, hard. She took Sarah’s face in her hands and kept kissing her, as they moved a little down the hall, away from the entrance to the theatre. Even though Hannah was quite a bit taller than Sarah, she pushed the taller girl up against the wall and ran her hands görükle escort up under her shirt, unclasping her bra with one hand and sliding the other up onto her breast. Hannah gasped and looked up at the ceiling, hardly believing that this was happening. Sarah took one of Hannah’s nipples in her mouth and sucked gently, flicking her tongue over it. Hannah ran her hand through Sarah’s short red hair and made her look up at her. Hannah’s eyes flicked across the room to the door to a store room, and Sarah grinned.

There were costumes and all sorts of things in the store room, including a set of heavy velvet curtains, that Sarah laid on the floor for them. Facing away still, Sarah pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her naked back. Hannah walked over to her, taking off her shirt and bra as she did, and put her arms around Sarah from behind. Her hands went to Sarah’s breasts, cupping them firmly and pulling Sarah into her more. The girls’ bodies pressed up against each other, heat radiating from both of them.

Sarah slid her jeans off, and turned to help Hannah with hers. The girls laid down on the thick burgundy curtains, facing each other, both just in their underwear. Sarah traced her fingers down from Hannahs throat, over her breasts and to her hip. She pulled the girl closer and kissed her, while sliding her hand over Hannah’s ass and squeezing lightly. Hannah reached over to Sarah and pulled her closer, shuffling down so her mouth was level with Sarahs nipples. She slowly took one, and then the other into her mouth in turn. She sucked as much of Sarah’s little breasts into her mouth as she could, and ran her tongue up and down over her sensitive nipples. With a nipple still in her mouth, she slid her hand down to pull down Sarah’s underwear. She slipped two of her fingers straight into Sarah’s pussy, making Sarah cry out in surprise and pleasure. She began to rub her thumb over Sarah’s clit while she did, and she could feel herself getting immediately wetter.

Hannah shuffled down further and rolled Sarah onto her back, taking Sarah’s clit in her mouth. She sucked on it, and then began rhythmically licking up and down, then left and right. Sarah’s legs were on either side of her head, pulling her closer in. Hannah slid her fingers back into Sarah, and started fucking her slowly with them, still running her tongue all over her pussy.

“You know what I really like…” Sarah breathed, “three fingers. Maybe even four.”

Hannah smiled to herself as she added another finger, and Sarah gasped, but pushed her hips up to force them into her even further. Hannah began to fuck her faster, building as Sarah’s gasps became louder and more frequent. Sarah reached down to Hannah and ran her fingers through the other girl’s hair as she moaned and writhed. Hannah slowly slipped a fourth finger in, and could feel Sarah’s pussy stretching around her. She pushed them in slowly, knowing that the intensity of having that much inside you can be overwhelming. Every time she moved her fingers a little, Sarah gasped.

With her other hand, she reached up to Sarah’s little breasts, and took one of her nipples between her fingers. She pinched it lightly, and tugged on it, which made Sarah arch her back and moan.

“That hurts” Sarah whispered.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, don’t stop. Pinch them harder, I like when you hurt me a little.”

Hannah ran her hand softly over Sarah’s breasts, and then, finding one of her nipples again, pinched it, hard, pulling it away from Sarah’s chest. Sarah responded immediately, she pushed her hips up into Hannah’s mouth, who started sucking faster on her clit. Hannah began sliding her fingers in and out of Sarah’s slick pussy faster and faster, and could tell that she was going to cum soon. Suddenly Sarah was bucking against Hannah’s mouth as she came, hard. Hannah could feel her muscles contracting around her fingers, making another girl cum turned her on so much.

When her orgasm had subsided, Sarah pulled Hannah back up to her and kissed her deeply. Hannah’s long hair hung from her head over Sarah’s face, and their breasts pressed up against each other. Still kissing her, bursa escort bayan Sarah ran her hand down Hannah’s stomach and down to her pussy, finding it wet and ready for her. She made small circles with her fingers over the other girl’s clit, and she could hear Hannah’s breathing change.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” Sarah asked her.

“However you want,” Hannah replied.

Sarah moved out from underneath Hannah, and laid the taller girl down on her front. She couldn’t stop looking at the curve of Hannah’s ass as she laid there. Sarah kneeled between her legs, nudging them open so she could see the lips of her pussy were parted just a little.

Sarah ran her nails lightly up and down Hannah’s back, then down over her ass. She reached between Hannah’s parted legs and traced the outside of her pussy with one finger, making Hannah breathe in sharply. With just the tip of her finger, she slid down between Hannah’s outer lips, and ran down the sides of her clit. She took her time, touching everywhere except Hannah’s most sensitive part. Hannah was enjoying the soft, delicate sensations, but was aching to have something, anything inside her, not sure when or if Sarah was going to give her what she wanted.

Sarah parted Hannah’s legs further, and brought her fingers to her opening. She dipped the tip of one finger into the other girl, and heard her gasp again. She brought her other hand down to Hannah’s clit, and started lightly playing with it, as she slid two fingers deep into her. Hannah moaned and pushed further back, trying to get as much of Sarah inside her as she could. But she took her time, sliding her fingers in and out slowly, and moving them around inside Hannah, making her squirm.

“So,” Sarah said, “I saw you checking out that actor”.

Hannah was embarrassed, it hardly seemed the time to bring that up. Plus, Sarah had obviously been attracted to him too.

“Do you want to fuck him?”

“Yes,” Hannah replied, “don’t you?”

Sarah just laughed, “would you want him to fuck you like this, lying on your stomach, with your legs spread for him?”

“Yes”

Sarah withdrew her fingers from Hannah’s pussy, and ran them slowly up to her asshole, and started slowly making circles around it, while with her other hand she kept playing with her clit. Hannah felt electrified, there were so many nerve endings there, and she was so sensitive.

“What about your ass, would you let him fuck you there?”

“Yes”

Her fingers still wet from being inside Hannah’s pussy, Sarah started pushing one of them slowly into Hannah’s ass. Hannah could feel her ass stretching to accommodate it, when Sarah slowly slid in a second finger. Hannah gasped, overwhelmed by the pleasure and intensity of having that much inside her.

“Come back onto your knees” Sarah instructed.

Hannah pushed up onto her hands and knees, ass still exposed, as Sarah kept fucking her.

“You should play with yourself” Sarah told her, withdrawing her own fingers from Hannah’s clit, and sliding them straight into her pussy. Hannah felt so full, Sarah’s fingers were inside her pussy and her ass, and every part of her was so sensitive.

Holding herself up with one arm, Hannah reached down and started rubbing her clit. She was wet and slippery, and the added sensations of having her clit played with, as well as having so many of Sarah’s fingers inside of her was just too much.

Sarah slipped a third fingers into her ass, and Hannah suddenly could feel an orgasm building in her. Knowing how much her ass was stretching around Sarah’s fingers drove her crazy. One particularly hard thrust from Sarah was enough, and suddenly Hannah was cumming, shuddering with the pleasure of the sensations. Sarah shoved her fingers further into Hannah as she shook and convulsed, enjoying every second of the waves flooding over her. Sarah slid her fingers out and ran her hands up over Hannah’s body, pushing her onto the curtain beneath them, and sliding her own body over Hannah’s.

She rolled to the side and pulled Hannah into her, so her head was resting on Sarah’s shoulder. They looked at each other and both awkwardly giggled, smiling.

“Not exactly what I thought was going to happen tonight, to be honest,” Hannah said, smiling.

“Yeah, I mean, I was hoping… but it’s not every day you get fucked by a cute girl in a theatre storage room.”

Hannah laughed, and kissed Sarah chest, relaxing into the girls arms.

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It was deep midnight as Kyra glanced at her watch. She couldn’t sleep, so she decided to take a walk through the french quarter.

Kyra sighed. The night air was balmy and her shirt clung to her like a second skin, making the thin transparent shirt she put on as see-through as possible.

This made Desiree smile. She liked the looks of the woman standing across the street; especially her breasts. She wanted to hold them in her hands and lick the nipples until they were hard.

Desiree decided to take her chance. She walked across the street, waiting for Kyra to acknowledge her.

Kyra smiled at the other woman. She had noticed her around during the day in the French quarter.

“Hi,” she commented, “Nice night.”

Desiree smiled to herself. She knew this would be Kyra’s first time being with a woman.

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Kyra follows. She always wanted to try something different, and knew it was about to happen.

As soon as they made it into Desiree’s room, she lit a candle. “Relax.” she tells Kyra as she rubs her hand across Kyra’s cheek. “Undress for me.” She kisses Kyra softly on the lips.

Kyra nodded. She slowly began to peel off her shirt, exposing her firm breasts; orhangazi escort her nipples already taut from the crisp night air.

Desiree moaned as she watched Kyra step out of her shorts. All she wore was a tiny baby blue g-string.

Desiree walked over to Kyra and laid her back gently on the huge king-size bed. The black satin sheets felt cool to Kyra as she lay there liking the feel of Desiree’s hands roaming all over her body.

Desiree touched the tip of her tongue to Kyra’s mouth wanting to taste her. Kyra opened her mouth for further access. She moaned as she felt Desiree fondling one of her well-proportioned breasts.

Desiree rubbed the tip of her thumb against Kyra’s nipples, watching them grow hard from her touch. She began to suck on one then the other, making Kyra moan in pleasure.

Kyra inhaled sharply as Desiree pulled aside her g-string and began to slide her finger in and out of Kyra’s already moist pussy. She pushed up against Desiree’s hand, wanting her to go in deeper.

Desiree smiled as she listened to Kyra’s gasps of pleasure. She started to kiss Kyra down her neck.

Kyra grabbed the sides of the pillow as she felt Desiree part her legs. She writhed underneath her as Desiree began to flick her tongue inside her, making her slick nilüfer escort with need.

Kyra pulled Desiree to her, and kissed her with more passion; then began to rub her breasts. She liked the sound of Desiree’s reaction, one of pure delight.

Kyra whimpered as Desiree began to tease her clit with her with the tip of her finger. She screamed as she came.

Desiree laughed with pleasure as she watched Kyra’s reaction. She licked Kyra’s cream from her fingers. She walked over to her dresser and began rummaging through one of the dresser drawers in search of something.

Kyra smiled anxiously as Desiree strode back over to the bed now wearing a strap-on. She began to tease Kyra’s slick pussy with the tip of the head. Kyra moaned as Desiree began to rub her firm ass and began to finger her tight anus.

“First, I am going to fuck your pretty pussy and then your lovely ass.” Desiree informs her. Then I want you to suck on my pussy until I come in your mouth.”

Kyra gasped as Desiree entered her with the strap-on. She groaned as she felt Desiree’s hips grinding against hers. She grabbed Desiree’s breasts and began to fondle them, then sucking on the nipples until they became pointed little peaks.

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Kyra willingly complied. She squeezed her eyes shut, awaiting Desiree’s entry of her anus. She never had taken it in the ass before.

Desiree could sense Kyra’s apprehension. She walked over to the dresser once more and grabbed a bottle of lotion.

Slowly, Desiree entered Kyra’s anus with the strap-on. Kyra moaned from the pressure then sighed as she began to enjoy the feelimg. Desiree grabbed Kyra’s ass with her hands and began to thrust faster and deeper. She wiggled her fingers in and out of Kyra’s pussy until Kyra was about ready to explode.

“Now it’s your turn.” Kyra said throatily as she pulled Desiree to her awaiting mouth, flicking her tongue in and out of Desiree’s pussy. She watched as an expression of sheer pleasure swept across Desiree’s face.

Desiree moaned a Kyra began to suck on her sensitive clit. She went wide-eyed as Kyra slid her finger into Desiree’s anus.

Desiree entangled her fingers through Kyra’s long auburn hair as she had her orgasm. She thrust her pussy deeper into Kyra’s mouth, allow her juices to flow into it. Kyra lapped it up hungrily.

“That was great.” Desiree smiled at Kyra wearing a look of satisfaction.

“Yes, that was.” Kyra practically purred as she got up and began to dress.

Kyra awoke the next morning, sunlight warming her skin. She decided to take a stroll into the French quarter where she spotted Desiree, who wore a flirtatious smile.

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This is for Tom and Will and the others of you who wanted to know what happened next. I hope you enjoy reading my little tale. My grateful thanks to my editor for her efforts. Any mistakes remaining are mine own.

* * * * *

When Carly awoke from the wild erotic dream in which she was the central figure, Jack was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking concerned. She rubbed her eyes, yawning. “‘Morning, Jack.”

“Good morning, Carly. Sleep okay?”

“Mmm, yes. Something up?”

“Dunno. You were making some strange noises. Claire just sent me through to see if you were okay, or if there was anything you wanted?”

Unable to repress the thought of Jack’s prick, Carly grinned, feeling herself flush.

“Yes, Carly. That especially.” Jack’s tone was dry but he was grinning, too.

“Seriously?”

“Well, as serious as your sister ever is about anything connected with sex, but yes, seriously.”

Carly flipped back the bedclothes and wriggled back to make room for her brother-in-law. She held up her arms in welcome. “Please,” she murmured.

Jack smiled and stood to discard his robe. When he turned to her, Carly saw that his erection was well on its way to completion.

“Nice one, mister.”

Jack lay beside Carly and took her in his arms, kissing her softly.

“I must have been dreaming of you, Jack, because I’m wet already,” Carly said, pushing him back, “so let’s just fuck, no need for foreplay. I want to feel that monster of yours inside me again.” She spread her legs in invitation.

Jack kissed her again and then moved so that he was between her legs, his erection full, hot and hard. Carly reached down and held him lightly.

“You drive, I’ll navigate,” she said, guiding him into herself as he moved forward, then gasped as she felt Jack’s hardness penetrate her recently-virgin depths. “Oh, yes,” she hissed. “Fuck me, Jack!”

A little while later Claire grinned as she heard her sister’s tight scream from the adjacent bedroom. Well done, husband. Now save some for me. Her hand moved down, her fingers sliding between her spread legs.

* * * * *

Carly was making leisurely lengths of the pool when the doorbell rang, her pussy still tingling from the lovemaking she and Jack had shared less than an hour earlier. She glanced over at Jack, who was lying on a poolside towel, an expression of bliss on his face as Claire rode his erection on a slow journey to ecstasy.

Jack and Claire seemed oblivious of the doorbell. Carly smiled ruefully as she clambered out of the pool, grabbed her robe and went to open the door. The slim blonde woman was familiar.

“Detective Larson. What can I do for you? Is it about the bracelet I’m accused of stealing?”

“I’m afraid it is. May I come in for a moment, Miss Allison?”

Carly stood aside. “Of course.”

In the living-room the detective smiled faintly. “Is Mr. Hansen in? What I have to say is for him, too.”

“If you’ll wait here, I’ll fetch him,” said Carly. She went out to the pool. Claire was riding her husband faster now and as Carly paused Claire gave a quavering, drawn-out moan and collapsed across Jack as he thrust urgently up into her. Carly heard a gasp behind her and spun around. Larson had followed her out and was standing there with a shocked expression on her face. She looked at Carly and a flush spread across her face before she turned on her heel and almost ran back into the house.

Jack and Claire looked up, alarmed.

“Who was that?” Claire looked apprehensive.

“Detective Larson. She wants to see you, Jack,” said Carly, grinning. “I think she already has!”

“Oh, shit!” Claire’s face fell.

“Oops,” said Jack, a rueful look on his face.

Carly hurried back into the house. The detective was standing in the living room, a flush still on her face.

“I’m very sorry, I know you asked me to wait. I thought – well, I…” her voice tailed off.

“It’s all right, Detective,” said Jack, fastening his robe as he came in. “I’m sure we can rely on your discretion.”

“Of course,” said Larson, blushing anew.

“What can we do for you?” Jack asked.

“I was passing this way, so I called rather than telephoning. When I took the bracelet into the precinct on Saturday, I had a word with Captain Peterson. It was my feeling that the card with the bracelet was at odds with Mr. Grant’s accusation of theft.”

“It was a gift,” Carly declared, “although as far as I’m concerned, he can have it!”

“Captain Peterson has asked Mr. Grant to come in to see him about the matter, this afternoon. He’d like Miss Allison there, too, with her lawyer.”

“My wife and I are due to leave at noon on a short business trip, but my sister-in-law will have a lawyer.”

Larson looked from Jack to Carly. “I wanted to be sure that Miss Allison had legal representation.” She paused, frowning. “There’s something not right about this whole accusation.”

“Carly will have a lawyer, don’t worry about that,” said Jack. “There’s something else, too.”

“Yes?” said Larson.

“Carly? Show the detective your brand.”

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Carly grinned tightly and loosened her robe, throwing it to the couch behind her and raising her arms.

“Who did that?” asked Larson, her whole attention focussed on Carly’s bruising.

“Remember the gift card with the bracelet?” Jack half smiled. “And the embossing?”

“Y-e-s? Oh!”

“Oh, indeed.”

“The dolphin!”

“The dolphin. Grant’s ring. Look, it’s unmistakable,” said Jack, pointing to the imprint on Carly’s skin.

Larson studied the bruise carefully for a moment, then straightened. “Do you wish to press charges, Miss Allison?” Her eyes flicked over Carly’s shapely torso as she retrieved her robe.

“I do.”

“I’ll have a word with Captain Peterson,” said Larson, grinning savagely. “I think the meeting this afternoon might be a good time. Oh, but you won’t be there, will you, Mr. Hansen?”

“Don’t worry, Detective Larson, my sister-in-law will have perfectly adequate legal representation, even if I’m not there.” There was a half-smile on Jack’s face which made Larson wonder just who was representing Carly Allison.

“I’m glad,” said Larson. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to. If you could come down to the precinct for two o’clock? Ask for Captain Peterson. He’ll be expecting you.”

“I’ll be there,” said Carly.

“Detective?” said Claire. “I’ll show you out.”

“Carly, love, I think Larson’s on our side,” said Jack. “I’ll just ‘phone Millie and put her in the picture.”

“Just as well you asked her to take Carly’s case,” said Claire, returning from showing Larson out.

Carly and Millie were prompt and arrived at the precinct at five to two that afternoon. The desk sergeant’s eyes flicked over Carly and moved on to Millie. He straightened, smiling.

“Mrs. Kristian! Good to see you.”

“Hi, Joe. How’s Alice?”

“Much better. We’re going to the coast next week to see our new granddaughter.”

“That’s great! Tell Alice I was asking after her.”

“I will. Now, what can I do for you and this young lady?”

“This is Carly Allison, Joe. We’re here to see Captain Peterson.”

“Take a seat, I’ll just buzz through for him.”

A minute or so later Larson came through. “Mr. Grant’s already here. I’m to take you straight in.” She smiled at Millie. “Mr. Hansen said Miss Allison would have adequate legal representation. He wasn’t joking.”

“Jack rarely jokes about the law, Susan. Lead on!”

At Peterson’s office Larson knocked and led them straight in. “Miss Allison, Captain, and Mrs. Kristian, who’s here as Miss Allison’s counsel.”

The captain stood, smiling. “Millie! What brings our former District Attorney into my office again? I thought you’d retired.”

Carly was watching Tony who was affecting to ignore her, but when Peterson said ‘District Attorney’ his eyes flickered.

“I’m here as Miss Allison’s counsel, Charlie,” said Millie, shaking Peterson’s hand. “Nothing more.”

“I hope she can afford you.”

“Pro bono, Charlie. She’s my goddaughter.”

“Ahh,” said Peterson. “Shall we begin? I don’t know if you know Mr. Grant? I’m sure you know his counsel.”

“Mr. Grant,” said Millie politely. “Hello, Tom.” Grant’s counsel nodded.

Peterson reached into his desk drawer and took out the bracelet case. He opened it and passed it to Tony. “Is this the bracelet you reported missing, Mr. Grant?”

Tony looked at the bracelet. “It is.”

“And you missed it when?”

“After Miss Allison left my apartment on Friday morning.”

About to say something, anything, in protest Carly caught Susan Larson’s eye. An almost imperceptible shake of the head stopped her. As she settled back in her seat she suddenly wondered, ‘where is the gift card?’

“Was she there overnight?” Peterson’s tone was neutral.

“She was. We had a disagreement and it’s my belief that she took the bracelet to spite me.”

Peterson nodded and then cocked his head. “That’s an interesting ring you’re wearing, Mr. Grant.”

Tony glanced at his hand. “You like it? I had it custom made.”

“It’s unique, then?”

“Oh, yes. Absolutely.”

“Do you ever use it as a seal?”

“Occasionally.” A faint frown crossed Tony’s face.

“Did you use it for this?” said Peterson, sliding the gift card to Tony.

Tony looked at the card. “Yes.”

“This gift card was in the bracelet case, Mr. Grant. The case that you say Miss Alllison stole.” Peterson’s voice was cold.

“Perhaps so, but I gave Miss Allison that card with a bottle of champagne on her birthday. Not with the bracelet.”

“You lying bastard!” Carly cried, but subsided when Millie touched her arm.

“Larson?” said Peterson.

“Yes, sir?”

“You opened the bracelet case at Mr. Hansen’s house?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And the card was inside?”

“Yes, sir. Under the bracelet.”

“Has Mr. Grant ever given you champagne for your birthday, Miss Allison?” said Peterson.

“Yes, escort bayan but not with a gift card. Look at it! There’s no hole for a ribbon to fasten it to the bottle!”

“The card was inside the gift wrapping-paper,” said Tony smoothly, a cold little smile on his face. “Captain, if the bracelet is returned to me, I would like for this matter to be dropped. I will have my property back. I have no wish to press charges against Miss Allison.”

“Very noble of you, Mr. Grant, I’m sure. Miss Allison? Mrs. Kristian?”

“That bracelet was given to me as a gift,” Carly snarled. “Let the bastard have it back. I wouldn’t touch it now.”

“And if it was given to Miss Allison as a gift, you have made false accusations, Mr. Grant,” Millie said quietly.

“I have made no false accusations,” said Tony indignantly.

“I suppose you didn’t handcuff Miss Allison to the bed and beat her black and blue after she refused your advances, either?” Millie’s voice was mild.

When the import of Millie’s words reached Tony Grant, he sprang to his feet. “Of course not. Captain, are you going to listen to this nonsense?” Grant’s face was a mask of outrage.

He’s a better actor than I imagined, Carly thought, angered at the lie.

Peterson’s voice was cold. “Mr. Grant, if Mrs. Kristian is talking nonsense it will be the first time in the twenty-odd years that I have known her. Millie?”

“Your ring’s unique, is it, Mr. Grant?” said Millie, still in the same mild tone.

“You heard me say so,” Grant said, resuming his seat.

Millie nodded. “I just wanted to be sure.” She smiled and opened her voluminous purse. Extracting a manila envelope she handed it to Peterson. “I think you should see these, Charlie.”

Peterson sat back and opened the envelope, taking out the photographs and flicking through them, holding them so that neither Tony nor his counsel could see them. He glanced at Millie. “Genuine?”

“Absolutely. I saw the marks myself.”

“So did I, Captain,” said Larson.

“My affidavit is on the back of the pictures, Charlie.”

“I saw it, Millie.” Peterson laid the photographs face down in front of him. “Mr. Grant? If the bracelet is returned to you, you will make no charge against Miss Allison?”

“None.”

“Miss Allison?”

“The bracelet was a gift, but I would feel soiled if I touched it again. He can have it, and welcome. I never want to see him nor hear from him again. Ever.”

Peterson nodded sadly. “I’m sorry you had to go through this, Miss Allison. Frankly, I believe you – sit down, Mr. Grant – and you may go now. Thank you for coming. Millie, always good to see you.”

“Party next Sunday, Charlie. Bring Judy.”

“I will. ‘Bye for now. Mr. Grant, sit down. We’re not finished.” The door closing behind them cut off whatever Tony was saying.

“Sure about the bracelet, honey?” asked Millie.

“God, yes!” Carly shuddered. “I would feel dirty wearing it again. Is that it?”

“So far as the bracelet’s concerned, yes. Charlie won’t let Grant mention it again. Of course, we may have to testify at a trial.”

“Trial?”

“Grant’s. For assault. They were your pictures in the envelope.”

“I thought they were. Yahoo!” yelled Carly, startling two patrolmen, a nanny pushing a baby buggy and several pigeons. “Come on, Aunt Millie, I’ll buy you a coffee.”

* * * * *

Late that afternoon, alone in the Hansen house, Carly was pottering about in the kitchen, wondering what to do for her evening meal, when the doorbell chimed.

“Susan! I mean, Detective Larson. Come in, please.”

“Susan’s fine, if I can call you Carly.”

“Of course. Is something wrong?”

“Not for you, Carly.” Larson shrugged. “I just thought you’d like to know. Captain Peterson arrested Grant for assault. He’s in custody at the moment, although he’ll probably be out on bail before midnight.” She frowned.

“But?” said Carly.

“He almost went berserk, yelling and cursing. He doesn’t like you, Carly.”

Carly snorted. “The feeling’s mutual.”

“Are you alone here? Every time I called before your sister and brother-in-law were here.” Larson’s tone was rueful.

Carly laughed. “Tonight, yes, I’m alone. Jack and Claire are back tomorrow.”

Larson pondered for a moment, lower lip caught between her teeth. “There’s something about Grant, something I don’t like at all.” She touched Carly’s hand. “I probably shouldn’t do this, and it’s completely unofficial, but what I’d like to do is go home and get a change of clothes, then stay here overnight. Just in case.”

Carly smiled. “I’d welcome the company. Do you like spaghetti and meatballs?”

“I love it!”

“It’ll be ready when you get back.”

Larson was back within the hour. “Can I put my car in the garage? Out of sight?”

“Sure. Here’s the remote for the door. I’ll serve while you’re parking. We’re eating in the kitchen – there’s a door straight from the garage.”

“Back in a moment!”

Susan Larson gave a graphic demonstration of a hungry woman and cleared her plate easily. She sat back, mudanya escort content. “Carly, that was wonderful! Best I’ve tasted since my Grandma died.”

“Glad you liked it. I’m not the world’s greatest cook, but that one I can manage!”

“Better than I can. It’s usually microwave or take-away for me. Peril of the working girl.”

Carly snorted. “Tell me about it.” She looked at the policewoman sharing the kitchen with her. Hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, tee-shirt and jeans, without makeup she looked about nineteen.

“Can I ask a personal question?” said Carly.

“Sure.”

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-two. You?

“Twenty-two. You look younger than me.”

Larson chuckled. “You look younger than you, too.” She grimaced and stretched. “I feel about sixty-two.”

“Tired?”

“Yeah, I’ve been working hard on a drugs bust. We got them this morning but the paperwork gets more every week.”

“What’s it like, being a cop?”

“I love it,” Larson declared. “My Dad was a cop, my granddad was a cop.”

Carly laughed. “Family business!” She got up and began to clear the dishes.

“Hey. Let me help.”

“The dishwasher does the work. I just load it.”

“I must get me one of those. Can’t afford it at the moment. My roommate moved out and I’ve got the rent due.” Larson busied herself gathering dishes and cutlery.

“Susan?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you looking for another roommate? I need to find a place. My last place was owned by Tony Grant’s firm and I moved out.” Carly made a face. “I need to find a job as well.”

Larson stared at her for a moment, then smiled. “Okay. Three months trial to see if we suit each other. How’s that?”

“Sounds great. Where is your place? What’s it like?”

“You know the old warehouse on Fifth and Vine?

“I think so, yes.”

“Well, I have half of one floor, the fourth, overlooking Vine. Two bedrooms, one at each end so they’re well out of earshot of each other if you have visitors.” She grinned. “Kitchen, two bathrooms and a huge living room that looks really minimalist because I haven’t much furniture. The best thing is it has its own parking garage and if I need to I can walk to work in less than ten minutes. Most days, of course, I need a car.”

“It sounds like a fun place. When can I see it?”

“How about tomorrow. I actually have the day off.” Larson made an exaggerated grimace of delight.

Carly laughed. “Tomorrow it is. How about tonight?”

“What about tonight?”

“Anything you want to do? Watch TV? Play gin rummy?”

“I think some mindless TV or a video would be just about ideal. Have you anything that’s fun and doesn’t need concentration?”

“Galaxy Quest? Sigourney Weaver in a blond wig and a push-up bra?”

“Sounds ideal.”

“I’ll just make some coffee.”

They watched the science-fiction comedy in amiable company, chatting idly with one eye on the film, discovering similar tastes in books and music. When the film finished Carly glanced out of the window. The sun was low now in the summer evening sky, but there was still plenty of light. She turned to Susan Larson.

“Would you like to have a swim before bed?”

Susan smiled. “That would be wonderful, except,” she stopped and made a face. “No suit.”

“I could lend you one, but we usually just skinny-dip here. No-one can see in.”

Susan hesitated.

“Come on, Susan. There’s only you and me here. Jack and Claire won’t be back until late tomorrow.” She smiled suddenly.

“What?” said Susan.

“You saw the news. It’s National Nude Day. Skinny-dipping is compulsory!”

Susan laughed. “Okay, you convinced me. Where do I change?”

“You can – either use your room, change – in the cabana or just – leave your clothes here with mine.” Carly was stripping as she spoke and finished the sentence as she stepped out of her panties.

Susan Larson eyed Carly’s bruises again and reached out a gentle hand. “Nothing broken?”

“No. I guess I was lucky. The bastard hit me hard. Curious. Not my face.”

“I’ve seen the type before. Usually wife-beaters. If the face isn’t marked the woman can pretend nothing happened and her friends might never know.” She shook her head. “I hate men like that.”

Carly grinned tightly. “At least I found out before I was a wife.”

“Were you going to marry Grant?”

“He never asked. I might have considered it, if he had. Now, I know better. Come on, Susan, get naked. I feel conspicuous.”

Susan grinned and skinned her tee-shirt off over her head. Carly gasped.

“Oops, sorry. I forgot about that.” Susan took the snub-nosed Detective Special from its place in the small of her back and tucked it under a cushion on the couch. “I’ll get it later.”

She was soon naked and Carly absently admired the trimly-toned body of her new friend. Something caught Carly’s eye and she reached out. “What’s that?”

Susan looked down at the scar on her thigh. “Bullet hole. Four years ago. It hurt like hell.” She smiled at Carly. “Tell you about it later. Swim?”

“Swim. Come on.” Carly took Susan’s hand and the women walked out to the pool together.

They spent about half an hour in the water and it was almost dark when they clambered out and dried themselves. Carly took two towelling robes from the cabana and gave Susan one. “Just wear that until bedtime. Would you like a nightcap?”

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Introduction

Hi all. It’s me again, Charley the (almost) full-time lezzie. Well, I’ve been full-time for ten years now, so perhaps discount that “almost”. Do minor, childish slips really count? Isn’t there a statute of limitations on just everything nowadays?

What’s the odd youthful admission of taking a cock or three when a girl was on the lowest slope of her very first learning curve?

Okay, make that a cock or several . . . or maybe one or two more . . .

Excuse my instant familiarity. I’ve recently been posting tales of my Lanzarote exploits. You know how it is; a quick airport confession about a string of “holiday romances”, meant to take only thirty minutes, but somehow dragging on for nearly forty thousand words . . . stretching a happy fortnight into blissful aeons.

All of them etched in ecstasy.

And all of them deliciously girl on girl . . .

Forget that. I haven’t quite finished my “holiday” recollections . . . even if I have given readers a pretty fair idea exactly where they are going (meaning mostly towards pre-arranged, girly threesomes), right now I’m veering off on a tangent, very much like Monty Python.

Now it’s time for something completely different.

Ignore that dead parrot sketch, (the lovely Norwegian Blue that just happens to be demised, devoid of life and nailed to its perch.)

Sod holidays in the sun, now it’s time to go back to my teens and tell you how I properly found myself.

That’s right, meaning me as an excitable eighteen year old.

Oh yes, yes, yes!

Eighteen years old; isn’t that the best time ever!!

Isn’t that the era when a girl truly can find herself?

Well it certainly happened for me. And here’s how . . .

Chapter One

Okay, first things first. In the UK the “age of consent” is sixteen, same as the USA and many countries around the globe, British Commonwealth or not. And, as in many countries around the globe, girls and guys don’t always abide by the rules.

Early activated hormones, no?

That much said, I got to eighteen and was still a virgin by any definition. Or so I believe.

In explanation I’d become besotted with Carole, my BFF.

Yes, yes, I know I earlier indicated that my first girl was a blonde who seduced me over two sixth form discos, but Carole was definitely a precedent. And now the time feels right to talk about her, painful as it is.

How to begin?

For years we’d often slept over, her at mine, me at hers, sharing a bed. As we gradually matured we talked incessantly about boys, who had done what and how far he’d been allowed to go. Get my drift? The confidences we girlfriends have shared forever and always will, until Judgment Day and beyond.

Fingering and hand-jobs very much included.

Lots and lots of fingering and hand-jobs . . .

Yes, we’d steadily gone further and further. Self-proclaimed virgins as we were, we’d both had our fair share of “close encounters”.

Indeed we had discussed personal merits of the local so-called studs, giggling breathlessly, trashing a dozen or more over-exaggerated reputations.

“Six inches my ass! He hasn’t got five, maybe not even as much as four!!”

“Three strokes of my trusty left hand and he was gushing like Mount St Helens; hair-trigger or what?”

Confidences were easily exchanged, up to and including confessions about our (numerous) individual and very solitary exploits in the depths of night.

Well, we were best buddies after all. If we couldn’t tell each other, there wasn’t much hope for the rest of humanity, was there?

Then, one day down by the river, Carole kissed me.

Out of simply nowhere, she kissed me.

I objected not one whit.

Fireworks or what!

Think Michael Corleone in “The Godfather”, being hit by the thunderbolt, his world turned on its axis in only an instant.

One fleeting glimpse of Apollonia and he was lost forever.

Carole’s kiss ignited the same reaction in me. It was past all reason and out of any sort of control.

As if I’d ever thought about her like that before!

Was I stupid or what!!

And did I care about conventions anymore?

Did I fuck!

Trust me, one touch of her lips and the effect wasn’t just electric; it was as good as awesome. Those horrendous, despicable WW2 A-bombs couldn’t have been more effective.

No word of a lie, I came in my panties within perhaps as long as five seconds.

And me accusing guys of being hair-triggered!

Never mind that, I came like an express train.

Bliss, bliss, bliss!

If kissing Carole was sweet caressing her was infinitely better. That short stretch of river bank became ours for weeks and weeks, if not months and months.

(Well, our notoriously dodgy British weather permitting, naturally. Sometimes we had to sneak indoors somewhere or other. In fact we quite often had to sneak indoors . . .)

Don’t get me wrong; initially we just did a lot of kissing and cuddling. And we did so for a goodly while; weeks and weeks, months and months, growing closer and closer, tender touches and caresses bursa escort bayan more intimate by every passing minute.

Not that we ever had sex . . . I don’t think. There again, I struggle to define girl-on-girl sex. Ask me on Monday I’d say “merely” kissing is the sweetest sex of all. Ask me on Tuesday and I might say fingers and tongues are essentially required.

And for God’s sake don’t ask me on Friday . . . by then I would want whips, handcuffs and vibrators, if not a big, fuck-off strap-on.

But, in our late childhood/early adolescence we were simple in our desires. We liked to randomly kiss, caress and rub each other’s tits . . . and paying light attention to each other’s pussies was better than best.

Masturbating side by side, watching each other, picking up on individual tastes, habits and fantasies was good too.

Why call it same-sex when everything felt so good?

Why call it anything?

Why suppose what we did together was in any way “wrong”, “immoral” or “unnatural”?

Why when everything in the garden was rosy?

Believe you me; over that short span of sheer delight I had no use for any guy whatsoever.

Well why should I? Half a dozen hand motions and an overly dramatic squirt.

Compared with hours and hours on end, kissing, cuddling and caressing.

Go figure.

Carole was better by miles.

Carole was ace. As we took increasing liberties with each other my admiration only grew.

Then she fell in love with Tony.

*****

Fortunately, as far as my ego was concerned, Tony was a bloke. He was also very fanciable, even if I hated him with every fibre of my being.

Arrogant twat, stealing my girl . . .

Licking her so inefficiently, when I could lick her at least ten times better . . .

Not that I’d properly had chance of using my tongue on her that way, not yet . . .

Nipples yes, frequently, you-know-where not quite yet . . .

Worst luck!!

Tell the truth and shame the devil; I’ve only ever once wanted to kill someone.

Tony was that one.

And I’d have done it with glee.

Needless to report, I didn’t give the slimy git the long, painful, drawn-out death he so richly deserved. I didn’t even castrate him.

Wish, wish, wish . . .

Maybe next time!

As a word of warning, I haven’t ever murdered anybody.

Yet!!

Tony is top of my list, though. He always will be, current circumstances or not.

*****

I guess it’s time to summarise.

At the age of eighteen I’d had perhaps six boyfriends without going all the way. Carole had completely outclassed all of them. But she’d become enraptured by freaking Tony and rarely spared me any time anymore.

Okay, so we did occasionally play around a bit, as girls do, but I was being rationed. Tony was getting the lion’s share while I went by and large hungry.

Oh yes, Tony was getting his end away four or five times a week. Carole told me, so I knew. She had taken the “man plunge” before me and taken to it like a duck to water.

Then, as my bitterness increased exponentially, after I’d “experimented elsewhere” and just after she sat her last A level exam, Carole was involved in a head-on collision up near Dick Hudsons, on Ilkley Moor, high above East Morton.

Tony was driving his mother’s aged Ford Escort, taking Carole out for drinks in wayside pubs. The car was mashed by a massive truck that had no logical right to be up there on the backroads, killing both of them instantly.

I was still crying every night a year after getting the terrible news.

And I wished every night that I really had castrated Tony, slowly, so very slowly.

He’d taken her away from me twice, if you see what I mean.

Never mind respecting the dead; I wanted to resurrect him so I could have my wicked way with bolt-cutters and make him truly suffer.

Yes, suffer like he deserved.

Like he still deserves and always will.

Dead or not . . .

Chapter Two

I’ll skip over that tearful first year at university. Let’s just say that I soon lost my “boy-girl” virginity and took a modest handful of casual lovers of both sexes, unlike most of my contemporaries, who were all at it like kids let loose in a sweetshop.

Pineapple chunks, anyone?

Or maybe Turkish delight fits the bill?

And just look at Judy Barrett’s humbugs!

More, more, more!!

Yes, that first year I behaved like a nun (well, one who probably needed to spend a lot more time with her rosary) and kept the numbers relatively modest.

Then Martina exploded into my life.

Think tornadoes and typhoons. Think earthquakes, landslides and tidal waves.

Martina’s arrival made those ancient A bombs seem like ten-a-penny firecrackers.

Fuck me but she was nice!

Want a description? Want to know how it all unfolded? Here goes, I’m going to tell you, like it or not.

That’s the sort of girl I am, by the way; I’m gushy and talkative . . .

And I’m laughing as I write this. “Gushy” for Goodness’s sake! As if anyone truly cares about bursa anal yapan escort the state of my knickers!!

Martina was tall, brown-haired and stacked. At the time I was black-haired with an awful lot of blonde streaks. Hair-wise I have always swapped and changed; one time I even went maroon. Crazy, I know. Beautiful, natural jet-black hair and what do I do? Eff about with colouring, length and style!

I guess I take after my mum. She was well into New Wave back in the ’70s. Nowadays she appears to be an ideal mother, but in those old snaps of her . . .

Put it like this: Debbie Harry would have died to look as good as she did.

I say that with sincere apologies to Chrissie Hynde devotees. Those two, Debbie and Chrissie, stood out loud, proud, whistling and waving. I just happen to slightly prefer Debs.

Not that Siouxsie, Toyah and the rest weren’t exactly unattractive . . . I’d never say no to any of them.

Look their ’70s versions up; you won’t regret it. My top pair were both maybe a little older than most of the other New Wave goddesses, but they are still easily, obviously the best of the best.

As was my mum, shamelessly bleached hair or not.

And so she still is.

Not that I’m perverted enough to fancy my own mother, I’m just saying . . .

*****

Let’s move swiftly on to Martina.

Aged nineteen, going-on-twenty, I’d never really ogled girls. That may sound strange since I’d had as many female lovers as male, but that’s how it was. Indeed in those days I never hunted out a lover.

No, I let them come to me.

Lucky or what! More likely word got around the bi-curious community that I was keen as mustard for a commitment-free bit of same-sex. Let’s just say I was in demand.

Guys came on to me forever. Ninety percent of them got short shrift. But girls always got a yes.

Don’t ask, I can’t explain it. Truth is, during that brief spell of my life I more or less waited to see what happened next.

Girls will know what I mean. Guys are at you all the time, trying to be funny, trying to be charming as well as trying to get into your knickers. Their hit rate with me was well less than ten percent.

Girls’ hit rate was invariably one hundred.

I simply couldn’t say no. Tastes and appearances mattered not at all. As I hope I implied, a girly offer of sex was irresistible to me. I honestly didn’t care if the girl was fat or thin, butch or femme.

Truth be told, a guy had to be film-star quality but any girl was good enough for me.

With the benefit of hindsight, I have never really liked guys. Okay, so the feel of a real-life cock in me is very appealing. I can’t possibly deny that. And, in many ways, it’s better than an artificial substitute.

That sensation of skin skimming on a rock hard core, outside and inside of me . . .

A decade of abstinence and I can still revel in memories of that sensation.

Call me mixed-up but here I am!

And please do not imagine I’m going for even a one-off repeat performance anytime soon.

I don’t think. Hopefully I’ll never get that drunk ever again.

All said and done, I noticed girls but didn’t ogle them. I never thought “cop the ass on that” or anything even more untoward.

But then Martina burst onto the scene . . .

*****

All right, all right, she didn’t exactly “burst onto the scene”. She more gently walked in my direction.

Remember me maintaining I didn’t ogle girls?

Well there’s always a turning point, isn’t there? Fuck me but I ogled her!

Lifestyle change or what!!

We officially met on the Wednesday during the first week of the new semester. Normally I was late for lectures/tutorials. By a minor miracle I was early for the last lecture of that particular morning, taking a place in the middle of the backmost row.

Cue the thunderbolt.

There I was, dutifully re-reading notes from last year, and the world’s most beautiful woman arrived.

Sod my notes, I was transfixed. My eyes flickered relentlessly up and down her, taking in everything while an elevator dropped unrestrained in my stomach.

What a vision!

At that moment in time I knew the vast majority of my course-mates. I’d screwed a few of them too but Martina was completely new. Trust me: I would have remembered her from across a crowded airport departure lounge, never mind virtually face-to-face in a relatively small lecture theatre.

How to describe her?

As I gaped the lady in question took a seat three rows down from me and a tad to the left. Seen full on she was long-legged, large chested and way beyond goddess level.

Okay, okay, forgive my raving. Let’s get down to detail. I can’t remember what module that particular lecture was supposed to cover, but I have perfect recall as to her appearance.

Fashionably slashed light blue jeans, elasticated and showcasing her perfect figure. White, office-like shirt with a collar, unbuttoned two from the top. Thin, dark blue V neck jumper, much like the ones we wore as “uniform” back at Greenhead bursa rus escort Grammar (or whatever fancy title they favour it with nowadays).

Without one measure of a doubt, nobody could have looked more appealing. My “most beautiful in the world” is a gross understatement. I’m only surprised the other attendees didn’t stand up and applaud.

Seemingly oblivious of my admiration, she sat and I cursed my angle of view. Her staggering features were cut off. All I could see was the cascade of medium-brown hair falling down her back. Well, that and the outline of one sumptuous breast that obviously tested the strength of her shirt and jumper.

No bra there, I reckoned. And no clear end to my fantasies.

What a vision!

Talking about breasts, my nipples had never been so swollen and hard. I’d flooded my panties as well . . . almost certainly.

No, sparing my blushes, I’d flooded myself down there without any doubt whatsoever.

What a vision!

I had to have her.

Or she had to have me. Bugger mating dances, we just had to get it together.

And we had to do it sooner than soon.

Ten minutes ago would have been half an hour too late . . .

Chapter Three

I took no notice of the lecture at all (and I was usually a good student, honest!) but eyed Martina all the time.

As I keep saying, what a vision!

Disregarding notes, I stampeded out of the theatre at the earliest opportunity, positioning myself in the corridor outside, ready to intercept the goddess whichever way she turned.

I wanted her more and more, second by second.

And, by the grace of the gods, she came out alone. I as good as barged into her, stopping her dead in her tracks.

‘I’m Charley,’ my loud gob blurted, ‘who are you? You’re new, aren’t you?’

As crappy opening lines go, that has to be the worst. Like I recently said, I was used to being picked up. The role reversal was evidently too much for my grossly addled brain.

Fortunately Martina didn’t run away.

Fortunately my charm (as if!) held sway.

‘I felt you looking at me,’ she said with disturbing openness. ‘I was glad.’

Omigod, her voice was just as sexy as the rest of her: husky yet tuneful, low yet melodic.

And like wow, my first ever pick-up attempt and I’d hit the jackpot!

‘You must have good intuition,’ my increasingly dumb mouth countered.

‘I do,’ she said, holding out a hand. ‘I’m Martina. And I’m very pleased to meet you.’

Touching her flesh was akin to discharging 240 volts. We both widened our eyes and gasped.

‘Fuck me,’ said Martina.

‘Oh yes,’ I replied, ‘oh yes please!’

*****

Being a social sort of a girl . . . and Wednesday being lecture-free “athletic afternoon” . . . I suggested drinks in the Students’ Union Bar and Martina frowned.

‘Isn’t it a bit early?’

‘Sun’s over the yardarm somewhere in the world,’ I replied, more casually than I felt, ‘and I’m buying. So where’s your problem?’

She scowled in indecision. ‘It really is early for me . . .’ she began.

‘I’m buying,’ I re-assured her, touching her hand again, reigniting that superb shock.

‘A quiet pint or three,’ I persisted after more mutually ecstatic gasps. ‘Let’s talk and become friends.’

*****

Finding a relatively secluded table we sat and chatted, rapidly becoming friends, exactly in line with all of my cunning plans.

(Excuse me Blackadder, but stick tails on them and call them weasels!)

Turned out Monica was and wasn’t “new”. She’d done her first year veterinary at Nottingham uni then taken time out to travel. And, when she returned to the UK, she’d transferred here. In other words she was a tad older than me but kicking off her Year Two from the same position.

‘I haven’t noticed you in any other lectures,’ I observed.

She shrugged and flicked her so-sexy hair. ‘I’ve been there,’ she said, ‘usually long before you turned up. And yes, by the way, I’ve noticed you. I noticed you first thing Monday.’

My heart raced at that. Didn’t it just! Noticing Monica’s nipples pointing out through her jumper added to my excitement. Impossible though it was, they looked even bigger and harder than mine felt.

And I hope I’ve already adequately hinted how big and hard mine felt!

‘Sorry about being oblivious,’ I mumbled, secretly wondering about the state of her panties.

‘No worries. I knew you’d eventually twig.’

Massively encouraged but still on uncertain ground, I asked her about her travels, wanting to buy time in advance of making a definitive bid to bed her.

‘We more or less followed natural disasters around the world,’ she said with a carefree laugh. ‘Maybe they followed us. We were in New York for the tornado. Then we were in Christchurch in time to catch the earthquake. And then we went to Australia for the Queensland floods.’

Laughing with her, I asked if perchance she’d been swallowed by a whale en route.

‘No,’ she replied instantly, ‘it was a giant fish. Luckily enough, it spewed me out at Sydney Airport and not on some remote beach.’

Our glasses were empty so I rose to get refills. Monica stayed me. ‘Equality,’ she said, ‘it’s my round.’

I watched her ass slink its way to the bar and drenched myself all over again. And those nips of mine were harder than at any time in recorded history. By then they had to at least match Monica’s.

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“It’s about time you got here. I was starting to get worried.” Jina shouted from the doorway of the cabin. “How are the roads?”

“Just a dusting of snow right now, but I heard this storm is going to come fast and hit hard,” said Arden as she handed a bag off to Jina. She stopped for a quick kiss before dropping her suit case and turning back to go out the door.

“What’s this?” Jina asked, peering into the bag.

“I picked up a few extra things at the store in case we got stranded.” Arden replied and winked before going back out.

“Hang on, I’ll help you.” Jina shouted back. “Let me put this down first.”

“No need, I just have a few small things left. I can manage.” Arden said and suddenly remembered something. “Could you put the ice cream away?”

“Only you would think of ice cream during a snowstorm.” Jina laughed. She then set about unpacking the bag of goodies, surveying each item, and putting them away. A small gasp escaped her lips when she pulled out a package of her favorite imported chocolate biscuits. Jina bought them only as an indulgence or for the holidays. This year Jina’s holidays were spent at the hospital where her grandmother lay terminally ill. All her free time was spent there this year, so the holidays were missed altogether. She had no tree at Christmas, nor did she exchange gifts with anyone except Arden. They spent New Year’s Eve at the hospital making Jina’s grandmother’s last one special, just holding her hand and quietly wishing her a Happy New Year. Three days later she passed away leaving Jina depressed and withdrawn.

Her grandmother had help raise her when her mom had to go to work and Jina spent many hours with her, learning of the family history, how to cook and just laughing together. She missed her with all her heart. Arden had felt that she needed to get Jina out of the house and decided a trip to her family’s cabin would do her some good. Besides, they hadn’t spent much time together and Arden was missing Jina terribly. The door to the cabin swung open and Arden walked in covered with snow. Jina went to meet her, taking her over night bag and purse before helping her off with her coat. “Here let me help you get that off,’ she said. “You look like a snowman.”

Arden dropped her other bags and shrugged off her coat. “That’s snow woman, love. It’s starting to come down in huge flakes.” She turned to face Jina and placed her icy fingers on her lover’s warm neck. “Little cold, don’t you think?” she laughed.

“Christ!” yelled Jina as she jumped back from the cold shock touching her warm skin. “I hope the old saying, ‘Cold hands, warm heart’, applies.”

Arden put her arms around Jina’s waist and pulled her in for a long, passionate kiss. “Does that solve the mystery, Love?” she whispered into Jina’s mouth.

“Mmmm. You make Sherlock Holmes look like Urkel” chided Jina. She had a quirky habit of making a joke of any situation. Some were quite funny, while others bordered on annoying.

“You’re lucky I love you!” Arden laughed, pushing Jina away from her and reaching for her overnight bag. “Who else would put up with your pathetic sense of humor?”

Jina couldn’t resist. “Let’s see…um…Ellen Degeneres? Maybe Rosie O’ Donnell?” she grabbed some of Arden’s smaller bags and followed her up the staircase to the loft.

Arden stopped in the middle of the staircase and looked at Jina, a small smile on her face. “It’s nice to have my Jina back. I’ve missed her.” She stroked Jina’s cheek and started back upstairs to the bedroom.

Jina cast her eyes downward and thought to herself, ‘Have I really been so selfish to neglect the one I love? I was so busy with my own life, I forgot about her needs and here she is giving me this chance to start over and I’m too stupid to realize it. Jina knew Arden was anything but neglected. She had her family who loved her dearly, but her lover was the one who should be there for her at all times and Jina felt like she had failed her.

She entered the room to see Arden drop her bags and pull the ponytail holder out of her hair. Jina stared at the slender brunette as she shook her hair loose, running her fingers through her brown curls. A small electrical shock sent orgasmic pulses through her lower regions. This woman drove her crazy with desire, even with the smallest actions or words.

“Yuck, I feel like a wet dog.” Arden grumbled.

“Well you don’t look or smell like one so that’s a plus.” Jina teased. Jina crossed the room, taking Arden by the waist and pulling her close. “Why don’t you get a nice, hot shower and change into something dry. The fire is going and I’ll fix us something to eat.”

Arden put her arms around Jina’s neck. A small smirk spread across her lustrous lips, and her green eye’s narrowed mischievously. “Should I change into something more comfortable?”

Jina touched her forehead to her lover’s and looked back into those emerald eyes she loved so much. “Well, I had hoped that this weekend would be clothing optional for the most part, but I’m dying to see the new lingerie bursa eskort you bought to torture me with, so…”

“Hey! How did you know I bought new lingerie? Were you peeking into my things?” her lover interrupted.

“Because my love,” Jina said while placing a small kiss on her nose, “you always buy new things for our getaways.”

Arden tipped her head down feigning disappointment, “Are you saying I’ve become predictable?”

“No love, just secure enough with me to try and surprise me with little displays of love after all this time. I would be very disappointed if you stopped.”

“You won’t be very disappointed then. I promise you that, lover.” She gave Jina a quick kiss on the lips and headed slowly towards the bathroom. Arden started to strip off her clothes as she went, never turning to face her lover. She pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it back to her private audience. “Hang that for me please?” She then kicked off her boots and shimmied out of her jeans and socks, tossing those back at Jina, who stood staring at her, mouth agape. Dressed only in her light blue bra and matching thong, Arden stopped and turned in the entrance to the bathroom. “Thanks love.” She giggled.

Jina was nailed to the spot by the impromptu strip tease. “So what do I get for being your lady in waiting?”

Arden turned her eyes upward as if in deep thought. “Hmmm,” she hummed while biting her lower lip. “This!” she exclaimed. With that, she stepped back and reached across her chest to slide her bra strap over her shoulder, then repeated the same gesture on the other side before reaching around to unhook her bra. Just before Jina was able to glimpse her ample breasts, she kicked the door shut with her foot and giggled loudly behind the door.

“You teasing little bitch!” laughed Jina.

“I heard that.” Came Arden’s voice from behind the door.

“I said I’m having a sneezing fit.” Jina then pretended to sneeze.

“Nice try hon,” came a laugh from behind the door.

“Sorry Sweets, couldn’t hear you” teased Jina “I think I’m coming down with pneumonia. I’m going back down to convalesce by the fire.”

Jina hung the clothes, as promised, and headed downstairs to make lunch. When everything was finished she walked over to the doors that led out to a large deck that overlooked a small private lake. The snow fell steadily now, leaving a blanket of frosty white along the shoreline. The trees were covered with dollops of nature’s icing and the path leading to the dock was all but invisible. Jina was greeted by a gust of cold air as she slid open the patio door. She smiled easily as a few snow flakes gently kissed her face. All was quiet, save for the occasional whistle of the wind or the whoosh of snow sliding off of the heavily laden branches of a distant tree. She became lost in the solitude of the silently falling snow. Thinking back to the summer months when friends gathered for parties, Jina imagined hearing their laughter echo across the lake. It seemed so long ago and now she felt like she was in a giant snow globe that someone had shaken, causing the snow to whirl and fall over the scene before her. Mother Nature had closed up for the winter, covering the woodland retreat with sheets of snow. She’d wait to return in the spring and allow her treasures to bloom and change the landscape back to green. Jina wasn’t sure how long she had been standing there basking in the wonderment of nature and its mysteries. She was startled to feel a pair of warm arms circle her waist. Arden’s hot breath greeted her ear, “Hey, you’re going to catch cold Baby.”

“Nah.” Jina replied smugly, “I’m used to the cold unlike you warm weather girls.” She turned her head to kiss her sweetie and wrapped her arms behind her to pull her lover closer. They stood there for a moment watching the snowflakes dance and twirl before them, falling in an ethereal ballet to the earth below, each one joining the countless others that fell before them creating a whole new world.

Arden broke the silence, “It’s like being in a giant snow globe.” Jina twisted in her arms to face her, a perplexed look on her face.

“What’s wrong J?” Arden asked.

Jina smiled slowly, looking into her eyes as if she had peered into her mind and saw something familiar there. “I was thinking the exact same thing a few minutes ago.”

Arden felt her face grow warm. This was nothing new to her. Since they met there had been many times that they’d had the same thought or idea. Sometimes they would finish one another’s sentences or just quietly acknowledge what the other was thinking just by a certain glance. The connection they had was so strong that sometimes is was frightening but nonetheless thrilling. Jina had often joked that they were lovers in a former life, moving in an eternal circle of joined spirituality.

“Well what do you say we move to the fireplace before someone comes along and shakes the globe?”, Arden asked.

Jina turned and slid the door shut, taking one last glimpse at the kinetic portrait being bursa bayan escort painted outside before following her lover into the other room. Watching Arden’s hips sway when she walked made Jina forget all about the world outside and turned her thoughts to warmer ones. The way the short green silk kimono hugged her waist, showing off her hourglass figure, filled Jina with desire. She immediately ran toward the unsuspecting brunette, grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the ground.

Arden screamed with surprise at the sudden attack. “Hey put me down you crazy woman.” She laughed as Jina growled against her neck. “What is this all about?”

“I was just filled with an overwhelming burst of lust and happiness. Do you know how incredibly sexy you are in that robe?”

“No why don’t you tell me lover?”

Tugging at the belt on the silky robe, Jina unwrapped her lover and began to caress her breasts, leaving feathery touches across her hardening nipples. “You’re the most beautiful creature put on the face of this earth and I love you so very much.”

“Mmmm, Baby, You make me feel so wonderful.” Arden felt herself tingle under the experienced touch of the fingers teasing her taut nipples. “I love you too.”

Jina began to kiss her neck as she slid her hands down towards Arden’s flat stomach, pausing at her navel to trace a circle around it, before letting her hands plunge toward the vee between her legs. Tickling her soft hair before running one finger down her slick pussy, she then slipped it between her moist lips, forcing a moan from her partner.

Throwing her head back against the taller woman, Arden whispered in her ear, “I crave your touches. Please don’t tease me baby, I need you to fuck me. It’s been too long”

“I thought you wanted to eat lunch?” Jina teased as her finger made it’s way inside the other woman and then pulled back out just as quickly “Not hungry anymore?”

“I’m hungry for your mouth on my pussy.” Arden pulled away from Jina and lay on the fireplace rug, her robe was cast aside, her legs spread open wide. “Eat me!”

The desperation in her voice sent a shock wave through Jina and she dove to the floor between her legs not even flinching a she knocked her knee, hard against the wooden floor. The scent of her lover’s desire was intoxicating and she lowered her head to lick the glistening pussy in front of her.

“Yes Baby, that’s it….ooh…God!” Arden began to writhe beneath Jina’s attentions. She felt herself slipping into a state of uncontrolled ecstasy, her hips rising to meet the well placed lashings of a warm, wet tongue violating every inch of her aching pussy. Feeling strong arms wrap around legs, pulling her into a hungry mouth made her wild. Arden had been pinching and twisting her nipples mercilessly increasing the pleasure rising in her until she felt a tongue entering her dripping entrance. Her head flew back as she moaned loudly, her fingers twisted in Jina’s black hair, wrapping tendrils of her hair between her fingers for a better grip as she pulled Jina’s face further into her pussy.

“Fuck me baby. Fuck me with that fabulous tongue of yours.” Arden raised her self up on her heels, her hips grinding into Jina’s face. “I need you so badly.”

The orgasm trapped inside her broke free with a fury as she shouted words she couldn’t comprehend. Her body shook as the explosions overcame her in waves of near painful bliss.

Jina lay between the trembling legs of her lover, her head resting on her stomach as she reached to hold Arden’s hand. It had been too long for both of them, she understood that now and promised herself she would never deny Arden anything again. Her heart felt as though it would explode with love when she heard her lover’s breathing become steady and realized she had fallen asleep.

She untangled Arden’s fingers from her hair and rose to get a blanket. Looking down on her lover lying there so content, spent from a simple act of love, made Jina smile to herself. She moved next to the sleeping woman on the floor, covering them both with the blanket and curling up next to her. Feeling warm and safe, she drifted off to the sounds of her lover’s breathing and the crackle of the logs burning in the fireplace.

The snow fell softly, drifting aimlessly to the ground. Jina ran to the open field, the zweep, zweep, zweep, of her nylon snow pants was the only sound other than her giggles of joy. Turning around she landed backwards on the ground, her arms and legs sweeping against the untouched snow. Carefully lifting herself up off the ground she stood back to admire her creation. A perfect snow angel lay before her, ready to fly back up to the heavens. She laughed out loud as she stood looking out over the quiet field. Her voice seemed muffled beneath her earmuffs and woolen hat. Lifting her arms up to the sky, she opened her mouth to catch snowflakes on her tongue. Waiting for the cold flakes to stick to her long lashes, she was surprised instead to feel a warm wetness touching her skin. It spread bursa ucuz escort across her face and on her lips making her skin tingle.

Jina opened her eyes to find Arden peppering her face lightly with kisses. She smiled up at her, realizing she had been dreaming of a time long ago when she was a girl back East.

“Hey lover. I didn’t think you were ever going to wake up.” Arden leaned in and kissed Jina’s cheek. “You looked so cute I almost let you sleep longer.”

“Well I’m glad you didn’t, I don’t want to waste any time not being able to look at you.”

Jina pulled her in closer and kissed her deeply. A moan escaped from Jina’s lips as she felt fingers opening the buttons on her blouse and reaching inside to cup her breast. Cool fingers slid underneath her bra searching out her already stiffening nipple. She could feel Arden’s breath leaving her nostrils, blowing across her cheek as her tongue invaded her mouth, sending a tingle down her neck to her belly before landing in her pussy.

“How about you go and get out of these clothes, grab a shower and I’ll fix dinner since we forgot all about lunch.” Arden teased. “Then I can take you up to bed and repay you for that outrageous orgasm you gave me. You’ll be dessert Baby.”

Jina threw off the blanket and kissed Arden on the nose quickly. She rose up from the floor and started to run up the steps.

“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes…Maybe ten even.”

“Hey slow down you, don’t forget there’s a blizzard out there and I’m not going anywhere.” Arden laughed.

She listened to the sounds of footsteps running along the ceiling followed by the slamming of a door. Running her fingers through her hair she thought about Jina in the shower. She could picture the water trickling down her ample breasts, her dark hair glossy from the wetness and her lithe body all soapy. Letting out a sigh, she got up and prepared to make a quick dinner for two.

The table was set, candles lit, and the mellow sounds of Sarah Vaughn ‘s smoky voice filled the cabin. Arden was just opening the wine when Jina appeared in the doorway.

“Mmm, something smells great.” Jina smiled when she saw the table set up so beautifully and she walked up behind Arden, encircling her waist with her arms. She kissed her neck and gave her a hug.

“It’s nothing fancy, I figured I would disguise my attempt at cooking by camouflaging the table and getting you drunk.”

“Like you need to get me drunk for anything you do for me.”

“Well how about you taking a seat and letting me wow you with my culinary skills. No one can open a can or microwave like me. I should have my own cooking show called, The Idiot’s guide to Cooking for the Non-cook.”

“I would eat cat food on a cracker if you made it and told me it was Albacore tuna flown in fresh.”

Arden laughed out loud, “Well, you’re close.”

They ate together holding hands and chatting about silly things. It felt so comfortable and so valid. It had been so long since they were alone and intimate that the sexual tension between them was becoming uncontrollable. The touch of a wrist, the taste of food from another’s fork, the look of desire in the eyes of the one sipping wine was almost a form of gastronomical foreplay.

Arden took her napkin to wipe an invisible spill from Jina’s lips. She then took her hand and led her from the table into the room where the fire burned with the same intensity that burned between the legs of both women.

Moving closer to one another, they began to slowly dance to “Come Rain or Come Shine.” Jina sang softly into Arden’s ear, her one arm around her waist and the other stroking her hair. Arden rested her head on Jina’s shoulder and placed her lips against her neck.

“I love when you sing to me J.” she sighed.” Promise me you’ll never stop doing it?”

“Promise love. I’ll sing to you whenever, where ever always and forever. “L`amo adesso e per sempre.”

Arden picked up her head to kiss her love’s neck, trailing her lips up to her earlobe, tugging at it with her teeth and then Whispering. “God, you know it drives me wild when you talk to me in Italian. I love you too, always and forever. I think it’s time we went to bed, I’m ready for dessert.”

She took her raven-haired lover by the hand and led her to the loft upstairs. When they stepped into the bedroom, she turned and kissed Jina ardently, her tongue snaking into her mouth. Her fingers worked at the buttons on her blouse, pulling her shirt tails out from beneath her jeans and tossing it to the floor. Sliding her hands along her back she deftly undid the hooks of her bra, setting her breasts free. Before the bra even had a chance to hit the ground, Arden had her hands around Jina’s generous breasts, pinching her nipples between her fingers and causing Jina to throw her head back and moan with pleasure. Arden flicked her tongue against her rigid nipple, delighting in the way it resisted her advances, unyielding to the pressure she added and making her own nipples stiffen with lust. Her mouth enveloped the areola sucking and licking hungrily while her hands reached down to open the fly on Jina’s jeans. Jina’s hands were woven through her hair, pressing her mouth further into her chest, savoring the warm wet mouth succulently devouring her and generating electric pulses that shot straight to her pussy.

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Introduction: The following is a work of fiction. It is not intended to be taken seriously. It contains rough sex between two women and there’s a lot of language that might offend. If you’re a woman, know that this isn’t a sweet lesbian romance.

If you’re a man, it might not be for you. If you read it and decide to call me a bunch of names, well, you’re just proving my point, aren’t you?

But read on if you like…

*****

Hi.

My name is Amelia Jones and I’m a lesbian.

I’ve known I was a lesbian ever since I knew what the concept meant. I never had any romantic feelings towards men and only ever had them towards women.

I’m a real lesbian though. Not the sort that you see in the stupid movies with the big fingernails and gross heels trying to appeal to men who like the idea of a woman with another woman but only so he can join in. I was always large with thick shoulders and thighs. I played a ton of sports, usually being better than all of the boys my age, and liked to keep my hair cut short. Because of that once everyone hit puberty it didn’t take too long for me to start hearing the insults. I was a dyke, a lez, a queer, a butch, a bull. The same boys I played sports with growing up all of a sudden turning on me just because I wanted to do the same thing with girls they wanted to do. Deep down, I think I know it’s because they felt threatened by me.

My experiences with that, I have to be honest, combined with getting older and seeing how the world worked really turned me into a feminist. A radical one to be honest. I’ve got no use for men and think they’ve generally done a shitty job running the world and exploiting women. As a result, I have to admit, I’ve developed a bit of bitterness towards them. A lot, actually, I take a lot of joy in beating men at things.

Mainly sex. Sorry boys, but I’m a firm believer in the supremacy of lesbian sex. In my years of being with other women I’ve learned not only how to make them cum but how bad men most men tend to be at it. A lot of the girls I’ve picked up have been women frustrated by the lack of orgasms in their life. How their men were two pump chumps who only left them reaching for some toy to finish them off. Even if they didn’t find me attractive, those women soon learned to love what my learned hands and fingers and lips could do to them. Best of all, sex was an area where I could really show up the men. There was nothing I loved more than exposing some straight girl to what I could do with a strap on. Big, thick and lasting all night, I’ve developed into a fucking pro with the big cock I wear. 12 inches long, thick as a wrist and built to look and feel as realistic as possible, even if my natural parts don’t convert a straight girl my all-night powerfucking will.

See, “straight” girls are my weakness. There’s nothing I like better than the look on a girl’s face as she experiences the multiple, powerful orgasms that only another woman can give her. Making her beg for more. Watching her realize that she should only be fucking women just because of how good I’m giving it to her. If she thinks she likes cock, all the better. Like I said, my cock is more than up to the job of making women realize that what mother nature gave men naturally, molded silicon and rubber gave me twice as much of.

I liked a certain kind of girl too. The hotties. The ones that Madison Avenue or Hollywood told us should be the pinnacles of male lust. I guess it’s the competitive streak in me but I just can’t help but get a thrill out of seducing the beautiful, nubile, fit stunning looking women most of all. Big, perky, soft tits are a huge plus. I’m almost 40 now but my tastes haven’t changed a bit. As long as they’re 18 and legal and sexy as fuck I want to turn the little prom queens and cheerleaders into sexy little baby dykes. More than willing to eat pussy if it means they get to cum all night long at an older butch’s talented hands. If they’ve got a boyfriend or husband they’re devoted to, all the better. My namesake was a trailblazing adventurer, well, so am I.

I know some people might think that’s cruel but, frankly, I think that leaving a girl like that to a life of disappointing sex with a man is much crueler. Women are raw, animalistic, sexual beings who don’t need time to recharge after they cum. We can fuck for hours and cum as many times as we want. I’ve personally made it my mission in life to show every woman the way, starting with the perfect 10’s. Every woman, I think, is a lesbian at heart. They’ve just been brainwashed by the patriarchy to accept the shitty lot of being the object of male lust. As far as I’m concerned, I’m a freedom fighter. A freedom fighter with a huge, fake cock. Lock up your wives and daughters.

So even though I know I’ll get a lot of angry feedback from men who, deep down, know what I’m saying is true I thought I’d share some stories about my most memorable conquests.

Stealing the Fiance

Truth is, I’ve never been one to settle escort down. I’ve got a bad case of wanderlust. I could never seem to fit into any one job for any length of time and even though I loved seducing beautiful young women, I was never one for relationships. I just liked fucking a girl, converting her to a life of lesbianism and then passing her off to one of my appreciative friends. Big old butches who would know how to take care of the sexy little bitches I would give them and who were always willing to do me favors in return.

So for instance one time not too long ago I was helping out a friend of mine who runs a little bridal boutique. Nothing serious. I was just supposed to be taking client information and working the register. In exchange, she was letting me crash in the apartment above the shop. She had an actual employee who was doing the measurements and everything. I didn’t love the job, having to deal with all of those beautiful, sensual women getting ready to get married to some guy nearly turned my stomach but I can’t deny it led me somewhere interesting.

It was just near closing and I was about to lock the door when one of the most spectacularly sexy women I’d ever seen ran up to the door, a hurried look on her face.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry I’m late, are you still open?” she asked. It took me a second to process because I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter just looking at her. She had sandy blonde hair and bangs that framed her big green eyes, cute button nose and thick, pouty lips. She was about 5’6, with long legs, full hips and a slender waist. Best of all were her enormous tits. They looked like two fleshy basketballs bulging out from her tight blouse. I wanted her instantly.

“Who are you?” I asked, trying to keep my cool. It took everything I had not to just take her then and there.

“I’m Danielle Simmons,” she said, “I had an appointment for one last fitting for my dress but I ran late and my wedding is only a month away and I really hope you can still fit me in.”

I smiled. I knew that it was far more likely that she would be the one who would have to fit me in.

“Yeah, of course,” I said with a smile, knowing that Yvette, the shop’s real employee was gone for the day. Still, I could work a tape measure, how hard could it be?

I watched as the little blonde cutie walked towards one of the change rooms as I went to grab the tape measure. As I did, I wondered how to play it. After all, she said she was only a month away from getting married. The thought both turned me on and gave me pause. After all, if she was only a month away from agreeing to waste her beautiful body on a man I was really needed. I knew she might take a lot of convincing, the engaged ones often do. Married ones, ones who are disappointed with their men are easier. If they’ve still got wedding fever it can be a different story. As I watched her walk away, my eyes glued on her perfect little ass, I knew I’d give her all the convincing she needed.

I walked into the change room, bracing myself for what I knew I was about to see but even still it took my breath away. She’d taken off her jeans and blouse and was just standing there in her bra and panties. They didn’t match, the bra was a black and white number that barely contained her big boobs and her panties were a little pink pair that hugged her hips tightly. I knew that wearing completely mismatched underwear like that meant, in straight girl world, that she probably didn’t plan on having sex that day.

Well, I thought as I brought the measuring tape around her hips, she didn’t plan on meeting me, I guess.

I brought the tape measure around her hips and tugged it firmly around them, my hand resting on her firm butt cheeks. Right away I could tell two things. One, her body stiffened as I palmed her ass which let me know she knew I was touching her in an inappropriate way for a simple fitting. Two, she didn’t stop me.

“Thirty four inches,” I said out loud. She nodded.

Then the waist, her smooth little flat stomach was the next place my hand lovingly caressed. Again she didn’t object.

“Twenty two inches.” I said as the measuring tape met.

Finally, I brought the measuring tape up to below her mountainous tits.

“Thirty two,” I said, measuring her rib cage.

Finally, though, I was about to get two handfuls of those big firm breasts. Still, I wanted more than just some over the bra groping action.

“Why don’t you lose the bra,” I said, looking down at her, “A bust like yours is going to be a real effort for the dress and we’re going to want to get it as close as possible.”

She looked up at me with those big green eyes, looking like a lost little lamb. It was adorable. I couldn’t wait until she was looking up at me with the same look, only with her tongue buried in my cunt. I could tell she knew I was asking me to show her those incredible tits and not for just sartorial reasons. Still, she probably thought she was just bursa eve gelen escort going to tease the old lesbian. Have a story to tell her girlfriends.

She ran her hands up behind her back and, thrusting her chest out, unhooked her bra. Our eyes were still glued as she let the huge cups of it fall off.

They were magnificent. They barely fell at all without the bra, sitting high and firm on her chest like a teenager’s. Perfectly tear dropped shape with cute pink little nipples that I couldn’t help but notice were very erect. Even if she thought this was all innocent fun, I could tell she was proud of them. Hell, I would be if I had a set like that.

But god didn’t bless me with that particular gift. She just blessed me with the gift to seduce girls like this busty little angel. I ran the tape measure up again and let it out considerably to stretch out over the fullest part of her breasts, making sure that I pressed it over both of those suckable little nipples of hers.

“Forty,” I said, barely believing it. I forgot what that meant in terms of cup size. F? G? Either way, the girl was fucking stacked and I couldn’t help myself but let out some sort of acknowledgment, “Jesus Christ.”

“You like?” she asked, adopting a little girl voice as she stuck her chest out further.

That was it. I was done fucking around.

“Well, it’s tough to say,” I said, “After all, I’ve got five senses and they all matter. I can tell they look incredible but…”

I grabbed her hips roughly and shook her a little from side to side. Despite being as firm as they were the size of the big tits still made a slight wobbling sound as they bounced from side to side.

“…They sound good…”

I leaned down and buried my nose in between them, resting right in the valley of her incredible cleavage. I inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of her delicate perfume.

“…they smell divine…”

“I think that might be where you should stop,” I heard her say but ignored her. I knew what she wanted, if she didn’t. I reached up and filled one of my big hands with a handful of firm, full titflesh. Still, it was too much and despite my healthy grasp, there was still so much left untouched. I was a pretty good player in high school but I never could palm a basketball.

“Oh,” she moaned as my palm digged against her nipple, “You really shouldn’t.”

“And now the taste.”

I leaned down again and sucked the perfect, pert little nipple into my mouth. Hungrily. I sucked like a starving baby. My free hand cupping the big boob, serving it up on a platter to my ferocious mouth. I sucked as much Danielle’s big tit into my mouth as I could, the room filling up with the almost obscene sound of me hoovering up as much of her into my mouth as she could.

She squealed in pleasure even as I felt her hand half-heartedly try to push my head away. I just kept sucking.

“OK, that’s enough I think-“

But I didn’t listen. In fact, I knew it was time to step things up. I reluctantly took my right hand off her left breast and pushed it downward. Quick as a flash I was sliding two long, strong fingers into her pussy and starting to finger fuck her. Starting the process that would leave her a lesbian.

“What?” I asked, almost tauntingly, pulling my mouth off her tit for just a second “Going to tell me you’re straight when your pussy is this hot and wet for me?”

If I had any doubts about the fact that I’d cracked this girl, her hand pulling my mouth back towards her huge chest erased them.

“Your mouth is just so fucking good,” she moaned. I fingered her faster, pausing only to yank her panties down so I could really give it to her and revealing the cute little patch of blonde hair above her otherwise bare cunt.

I kept sucking and fucking Danielle, feeling her body get hotter and hotter as she began rolling her hips and thrusting her little pussy onto my fingers, her tightness gripping me so painfully I thought my fingers might snap off in her. That she was so tight told me she wasn’t getting much at home. Still, I was a little surprised she’d been that easy. Not disappointed mind you, just surprised.

It didn’t take long to get her off. Once my thumb started rubbing at her clit she began bucking wildly and moaning like a goddamn banshee. I wondered if her fiance had ever gotten her to make the sounds I’d gotten from her in only a few minutes.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begged, “I’m gonna cum.”

Music to my ears. I went faster, harder. And soon the slim, stacked, big breasted blonde was screaming as she gushed her girlcum all over my fingers.

“Fuck ME” she yelled, her hands digging into my shoulder as she shivered and came buckets, leaving my fingers all sticky. I’d thought she’d been tight when I was fucking her but the way she clamped down around my fingers when I fucked her was something else. She was hot as an oven and slick as görükle escort a rainstorm and my fingers were practically stuck in her.

I didn’t give her much time to enjoy the aftershocks though. The next part of the seduction process, I knew, was crucial. Fuck a girl, make her cum with your fingers or mouth or even strap on, and she can always rationalize it away like it was no big deal. Like it was just experimenting with a girlfriend at a slumber party. Even if it was some big butch lesbian, who didn’t like orgasms, right? It didn’t have to mean anything, right?

Wrong. And I knew to expose that lie, the most important part was what followed. Getting her to fuck me right back.

It’s easier than you might think. So long as a woman has been properly fucked and is in that heady post orgasmic glow, she’ll do whatever you say. Eat out of the palm of your hand. Well, it wasn’t the palm of my hand I had in mind. Roughly, I pushed her down to her knees with one hand while the other undid my belt. I’d been dripping since she’d walked into the shop and only her tongue would do the trick.

“I don’t, I mean, I’ve never” I heard her weakly say as I tugged my jeans down along with my boxers, exposing my fleshy cunt, glistening wet and covered in black curls.

“You’ll do fine, girl,” I said, pulling her babbling mouth to where it should be. Where it was meant to be. Really starting the process of converting her from a mildly interested cocksucker to a voracious pussy eater. I stuffed her mouth with my cunt and gasped as I first felt the sensation of those pretty little lips on my own vertical lips. She was tentative at first but she soon started licking with gusto.

That’s less surprising than you might think. A lot of girls are hesitant at first but as soon as they realize they don’t mind the taste they get into it right quick. Their natural instincts with knowing how they like their pussy eaten transferring pretty quickly into a lesson in eating it themselves. Soon she was tonguing me like a seasoned pro, her tongue exploring every nook and crevice of my cunt. It was such an erotic sight, this beautiful young girl on her knees, her mouth full of the cunt of a woman twice her age. It was where a girl like her belonged, happily trading on her youth and beauty in exchange for the pleasure she was probably still feeling. The pleasure that she could really only get from an older, experienced woman.

“Yeah, that’s right bitch,” I moaned, letting some of that frustration out, “Eat that pussy. Really lick that cunt.”

That was important. Reminding them explicitly what they were doing. As I saw the fires intensify in those pretty green eyes I knew the wheels were turning in her head. She probably never thought of herself as the kind of girl who’d eat pussy, well, she was making a wreck of the buffet right now.

She was good. Her tongue long and soft and, truth was, the appeal of getting a girl like this between my thighs was enough for me. I grabbed that pretty blonde hair and pressed myself against her, driving her tongue deeper into my cunt. Riding her face practically, letting her cute little button nose work against my clit. I loved it.

It didn’t take long like that. I love having cute girls eat me out. The visual more than makes up for whatever inexperience they might have. Besides, every time they make a wrong move or act a little hesitant, all I can think about is just how much I’ll change them by the time it’s over.

“Fuck me, you hot little slut,” I groaned as I came, flooding her hungry mouth with my cum. She was a trooper though. She ate all the cream I had for her.

Eventually I came to a stop, my thighs no longer wrapped around her head. When Danielle finally pulled her mouth from my pussy, my juices still running down her chin, I could see she was at the half-way point. She knew she liked eating pussy and having a girl fuck her. That was great. But I didn’t want a bi-sexual. I didn’t want her in a few years, after years of frustration, to suggest to her husband that maybe they have a threesome in the hopes that she could really cum again. I wanted a pussy-crazed submissive little femme and I knew just what would push her the rest of the way.

“Don’t go anywhere cutie,” I said, kissing her and tasting some of myself on her tongue.

It didn’t take long for me to go grab where I’d stashed my strap on. Quick as a flash I had it cinched up around my waist and I was back at the change room door, I could see from the naked feet under the door that Danielle hadn’t gone anywhere. Proudly, I opened the door and stood there in all my well-hung glory. All twelve inches bobbing obscenely in front of me. The cute blonde with the huge tits practically had her eyes bob out of her skull when she was what I had in store for her.

“There’s no way…” she laughed, “No way that thing will fucking fit.”

I smiled. I loved that reaction. Both knowing that it meant she’d never had a cock anywhere near this big and what I would do to her as a result. More over, I knew it meant she didn’t really understand her body. Most girls couldn’t take the whole length, sure, but the girth? Our bodies were designed to give birth. I knew that if she was hot enough and wet enough she’d take it and love every second.

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