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“Can you believe we’re actually doing this?” Ali asked of me as we got dressed for the opening of our gallery that evening.

No, I couldn’t believe it, but yet, it was so.

The opening of the gallery was happening much sooner that either of us thought it could, much sooner than either of us thought it would. We had busted our asses getting our own work ready for the opening, putting in some serious long hours, but with a sense of passion that I’ve never felt before about my photography.

Maybe it was the knowledge that I now had the time to do what I couldn’t before.

Maybe it was the fact that we had each other to lean on when the hours wore on us, and believe me, the hours did do that.

Whatever the reason, it wasn’t a pipedream any longer; it was real, it was now, it was truly occurring.

“Did Mike get his section completed to his liking?” I asked as I hopped on one foot while trying to put a shoe on the other.

“Yep, he did, and he’s really stoked about being included,” she added.

“Hell, he’s good Ali, for my tastes anyway,” I said.

“And mine, Lynn, I really like his style,” she agreed.

Taking my hands in hers, she leaned her head against mine.

“If the gallery turns out to be a horribly bad idea, we’ll still do our art, right?”

“Absolutely,” I assured her, “you’ve unleashed my evil twin, the Erotica photographer and she’s not going back into her cage,” I teasingly said.

“You’re more than that, Lynn, your Lower Nine series is brilliant and mark my words, it will be well received; trust me, girlfriend, it will be well received.”

She liked it, she felt it; if no one else did, it’d be enough for me.

~

Ali had worked her ass off, networking within the artisan community of New Orleans as well as prominent society groups and the power-brokers of the city, promoting the opening. If half of the RSVP’s showed up, it would be, indeed, a grand opening.

Taking one last look in the mirror, we smiled at our appearance and grabbing purses, we headed downstairs for a quick drink for courage and to settle our nervousness.

“Did you think to roll us a couple, just in case?” Ali asked, sipping her drink, Scotch on the rocks.

“What? In case of what?” I teasingly chided her.

“You know, in case it’s bad, or if people don’t like what we’re showing.”

“And what’s my very favorite saying about other people’s opinions?”

“Fuck ’em?”

“Yep, and yes, I have a couple of ‘fat boys’ deep in the recesses of my purse,” I finally told her.

Smiling, she laughed at my jestings, “Okay then, baby, what say we go meet the ‘peeps’.”

~

Holy Shit!

The sidewalk in front of the gallery was jammed with people, so much so that it almost looked like a street party. Luckily, we had arranged for a valet service to park cars and to use the parking lot about a half-block down from us.

To scattered applause, which shocked us both, we made our way through the crowd, accepting thanks for the compliments said to us as we weaved our way through the crowd and congratulations, finally finding the front door.

“Can you believe this turn-out?” Sami beamed at the two of us, her smile lighting up the room, “Guys, they love your stuff, they love it!”

“Lynn, there’s a bunch of cards for you from people who want to buy the Lower Nine series as well as some of the nudes,” Justine said as she joined us, “and Ali, I’ve got a bunch for you as well, most wanting to buy the large reclining nude.”

No one but Ali and I knew that the reclining nude was me.

Stopping one of the roaming servers, I distributed flutes of Champagne to the four of us, and toasting each other, we took our sips.

“Ladies, let’s enjoy this moment,” I said, my eyes misting a bit.

Ali and I mingled, sometimes separately, sometimes together and through it all, there was no mistaking the fact that we were a hit. Not just Ali and I, but the other three artists who were showing new works as well; the attendees were generous with their compliments, with their praise for us bringing the works together as we had.

Interestingly, Sharon was there with a couple; I couldn’t swear to it, but I ‘think’ it was the woman that I saw on her bed the night of her party, the one that Sharon was eating while some guy was fucking Sharon.

New playmates? I wondered; that wouldn’t be terrible for us, I thought, if Sharon found some new people to idle her lustful moments with, and she had lots of those.

Di sent some lovely flowers and a note of congratulations; she was on a tour promoting a CD that she had completed with a new label from the city.

The ‘girls of the Northland’ sent a beautiful arrangement as well as a heartfelt note congratulating us on our opening.

In all, it was turning out to be a wonderful evening.

The opening was scheduled for three hours, seven to ten p.m. The last of our guests left at midnight, followed shortly by the servers and valet service. By one in the morning, the four of us had our shoes off, denizli escort rubbing our feet.

Damn, but I hate heels!

“You guys gonna’ sell your display works?” Justine asked as she graciously poured the last of the Champagne into our flutes.

“Haven’t even thought that far ahead yet,” Ali said, “I’m still bowled over by the response we had tonight.”

“Sharon really wants that large reclining nude,” Sami mentioned off-handedly.

Smiling to myself, I thought, well, she’s already had that reclining nude, laughing to myself at the private joke. Ali was grinning to herself I saw, and I was pretty sure that she was thinking the same thing.

“That will never be sold,” Ali said, “not that one,” smiling at me sweetly, “that one has a spot already picked out for it at the house.”

“What about you, Lynn?” Sami asked, “You going to sell your stuff?”

“Too far into the future for me, sweetie, right now the only thing I’m thinking about is going home and crawling into bed.”

“Lucky you,” Sami whispered to Ali, I learned later from Ali, after we had gotten into bed.

“I’m telling you Lynn, Sami’s got the hots for you, sweetcheeks,” Ali said to me as I lay in her arm, my head just above her chest, my hand on her tit, slowly squeezing it.

“Nah, I think you’re wrong; I think she’s just confused about the intimacy of me shooting her in the nude, that’s all.”

“Nope, I’ve seen the way she looks at you sometimes; I think she has a major-league crush on your fine twat.”

“Well, nothing good can come from that, so we better not go there,” I said, rolling to take her nipple in my mouth.

“Too bad, I certainly wouldn’t kick her out of our bed; I bet she’d be fun,” Ali said as her fingers trailed my spine to the top of my ass-crack.

Lifting my mouth from her breast, I said, “Not a good idea, Ali,” taking her breast back into my mouth, twirling my tongue around her hard nipple.

“Still,” she mused as her finger rubbed small circles on the cheeks of my ass, her touch soft and gentle, “I think it’d be different with her, if I’m right about her attraction to you; I think she’d be adult about it.”

“Get ‘little boy’, baby,” I asked, lifting my mouth from her breast once more, moving my mouth to her other tit, to suckle it.

Reaching into her nightstand drawer, Ali retrieved one of our battery-operated toys, medium thickness and seven inches in length. Rolling over onto my back, I reached up with my mouth and sucked Ali’s breast greedily, hungrily as she slipped the toy into my pussy, the vibrations kicking my horny motor into overdrive.

Her nipples were hard against my tongue, her soft moans of contentment finding my ears as her hand moved faster between my legs. Holding my head to her breast with her hand, she pressed hard against my mouth and tongue, my own climax rising quickly within me.

“Mmm, oh baby, please don’t stop, just like that, oh yeah…” my breath gasping between words as I climbed the mountain. My fingernails raked her back when I orgasmed; deep, red claw marks visible in the dimness of our room I saw later.

“Sweet Jesus, oh damn, damn…” hugging her to me as I held on while my body shook with pleasure, beads of sweat on my face.

“Did you like that, baby?” Ali asked as she ran her fingers through my shorter hair.

“Oh yeah, momma, I really did,” I cooed back to her.

“I love you, baby,” she said as she kissed the top of my head.

“Back ‘atcha,” I dreamingly replied, falling into a deep, peaceful sleep in my baby’s arms.

~

Ali and I cut a deal with a local lithographer for limited, numbered copies of our works, all except the reclining nude; that was safely hanging over the mantle of the little used fireplace in the large living room at the manse.

The response to our work, Ali and I’s work, overwhelmed us, honestly. We hoped that our efforts would find acceptance on some level, but to this extent, we had no idea.

Both the Lower Nine series and the Erotica series were hugely popular, almost making me regret limiting the reprints, but not enough to change my mind.

Ali’s pen and ink series drew rave reviews and sold really well, and also generated inquires about her doing some personal nudes from several admirers of her work.

My thirty-second birthday came and went; no big deal about it was made at my request. I’ve never been big on birthday celebrations, and I don’t know why, just not my thing, I guess.

Between the girls, Sami and Justine, plus Ali and I, there was always someone at the gallery during our open hours. We encouraged some of the brighter unknowns to show their works, and we were gaining somewhat of a reputation as the new and hip gallery to find undiscovered treasures.

Moving into fall, all was going very well, indeed; life was good for us.

I had gotten into the habit of working after the gallery closed for the day, upstairs in my photo studio; sometimes Ali did as well, finding creativity in the quiet of the closed gallery, izmit escort as I did.

That’s what I was doing on this particular night, but alone as Ali was at a board meeting at her bank.

“Shit, you scared the crap out of me,” I exclaimed when I saw Sami enter from the stairwell upon hearing her footsteps.

“Oh, I’m sorry Lynn, I thought you heard me call for you from downstairs,” Sami said, her face etched with apology.

Both Sami and Justine had keys to the gallery.

“I saw a light and just thought I’d stop to see what was going on,” she further explained.

“Don’t you guys have a pep-rally or something tonight?” I asked, reaching for and lighting a half-smoked doobie, completely forgetting that Sami had never seen me or Ali smoke before.

Smiling at the joint in my hand, Sami said to me, “Yeah, but the rah-rah thing lost my interest after my freshman year,” eyeing the joint in my hand as she spoke.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Sami,” rushing to put it out.

“Oh don’t put it out, Lynn, us country girls learn to smoke weed early,” laughing as she said it.

Damn, I thought, what do I do now? Well hell, I thought further, she’s almost twenty-two years old and certainly not a minor. Yes, she was an employee but she had also become a friend to Ali and I.

“Okay, but not a word to Justine,” I cautioned her, “She’s still, technically, underage.” Justine was twenty but still underage.

Lighting the joint again, I took a hit, and held it out to Sami, returning to my computer afterwards.

“What’cha doing?” Sami asked, handing the joint back to me.

“Cleaning up some light reflections on those shots I took last week at the loading docks on the river,” fiddling with the mouse to get exactly what I was looking for.

I became aware that she was very close to me, looking over my shoulder to my screen, her breast pressing against the back of my shoulder. I tried to ignore the signals from my crotch, tried to ignore the feeling of her young, firm breast pressing against me.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore it, however, because of the seed that Ali had planted about Sami having a crush on me.

She held the joint against my lips for me to take the last hit, her fingertips brushing my lips as I sucked on the doobie. Putting the doobie out in the ashtray, by my mousepad, she returned to observe my manipulation of the computer program, her breast pressing against me again, but a bit more so, I was sure.

I felt her breath against my skin before I felt her lips on my neck. I froze when her moist lips touched the skin of my neck sending shivers down my spine.

“Sami, what are you doing?” I asked but making no move to stop her.

Her answer was to take my ear lobe between her lips, pulling her lips slowly over it, a flick of her tongue to the side of my face.

“Sami?” but still not stopping her.

Still not saying anything, her lips kissed the side of my face, her hand now on my cheek, turning my head towards her mouth as it moved towards mine.

“Sami, we can’t do this,” I said allowing her to turn my mouth towards hers, not doing anything to stop it.

Looking into my eyes, she smiled and leaning in, kissed me, her lips so soft and moist, I thought, as I opened my mouth slowly to hers, my eyes looking into hers. Closing my eyelids, I brought my hand to her head, pulling her mouth hard against mine as our tongues touched.

The kiss became lustful quickly, her hand on my breasts, feeling and squeezing. Dropping my hand from her head, I rubbed her breasts as she did mine, our kiss becoming noisy and wetter as we explored each other’s mouth.

Snapping back to reality, I pulled my mouth for hers, taking her hands in mine, removing them from my tits.

“Shit, I can’t fucking believe I kissed you,” I said, so damned upset with myself.

“We don’t have to stop, Lynn, we don’t, I won’t tell anyone,” Sami said.

“Yes, we do have to stop, Sami, this isn’t good,” I said, standing up and moving away from her. “I don’t mess around behind Ali’s back, Sami, I’ve never done that and I can’t start now,” really upset with myself now, feeling like a cow-turd.

“I won’t tell, Lynn, I swear I won’t,” she pleaded, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the first day we met and I’m not sorry I kissed you.”

We fell silent and just looked at each other for a while.

“I kissed you back, Sami, so it’s not just on you,” I admitted, “I let you kiss me, let you touch me and I touched you, so it’s not just on you, Sami.”

“I’d let you touch me anytime, Lynn,” she said, looking at me intently.

“I’m not the first woman that you’ve kissed, am I?” looking at her as intently.

“No, that would be my cousin, when we were in high school,” she said, “and she was also my first taste of nookie, Lynn, so it’s not like I don’t know what I’m doing, what I want to do,” Sami replied.

I didn’t answer her, I just looked at her.

“Are you mad at me, Lynn?” she asked.

“Not as much gaziantep escort as I am at myself, Sami,” I honestly answered.

“Am I fired?” she asked.

“No, Sami, you’re not fired,” I said to her, my tone comforting I hoped. I really didn’t want to lose Sami to the gallery but I was also reconsidering my position about having her in our bed, with Ali and me. I shouldn’t have been, but I was.

“Let’s go home, Sami, and we’ll forget this happened, okay sweetie?” I said to her, my nerves back under control.

“Promise you’re not mad at me?” she pressed.

“I promise, I’m not mad at you, okay?”

“Okay,” she said, then adding, “are you going to tell Ali?”

“I have to Sami, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to live with myself but don’t worry, she’ll be okay once I’ve talked with her, she won’t be angry with you, so don’t worry about it, okay?”

She nodded slightly and turning to leave, she looked back at me with a wistful look on her face, almost asking me if I was sure that I wanted her to leave.

I wasn’t sure that I did, but I knew that I needed her to leave, for both of our sakes.

~

I did tell Ali as soon as she arrived back home from her meeting.

I fixed her a drink, and told her everything; told her of how it happened, of how I didn’t do anything to stop it, of how I almost let my horny motor control my better judgment.

I told her everything and cried as I did so, apologizing over and over, begging her forgiveness, asking her not to be angry with me.

“Hush baby, stop your tears baby, I’m not angry; I’m really not,” Ali assured me, or tried to at any rate.

“Just proves that I was right about Sami having a big-time crush on you, and who can blame her,” she joked, trying to lighten the moment. “Funny thing is that I’d be upset it was some strange chick that I didn’t know, but the fact that it was Sami sort of makes it alright for me,” she added.

She took me into her arms, her hands drying my tears, her voice soothing as she comforted me.

She was comforting me and I was the one that almost cheated on her!

“Invite her over to spend the night.” She said suddenly to me as we lay in each other’s arms in our bed.

I had just finished making love to her, just finished giving her several excellent orgasms; guilt? I wondered as I licked her juices from my lips with my tongue. Probably, I figured, as I moved up on the bed to lie next to her.

“You want me to invite Sami over for the night?” I asked, not sure that I had heard her correctly.

“Yes, I do,” her fingers trailing a soft path through my hair, “remember I said that I wouldn’t mind having her in our bed,” giggling a bit.

“But, Ali…”

“No, don’t ‘but’ me, Lynn,” she insisted, “From my perspective, your little incident with her tonight was foreplay,” she said.

“If I had been there, and just stood and watched you and her kissing, you wouldn’t be upset about that, would you?” She asked further.

“No, I guess I wouldn’t but you would have been there, with us, and that’s different,” not really sure in my mind, now, that it was all that different.

“No, baby, it’s really not; I got so damned hot when you told me tonight, picturing the scene in my head, that I feel as if I was there,” she soothingly murmured to me as she began kissing my body with sweet sucks and licks.

“Lynn?” her voice drifting to me as she crawled between my opening legs, “invite her to spend the night, baby, and let’s put aside our curiosity about Sami, once and for all,” her mouth dropping to suck my love-bud.

“You’re really not upset with me, are you?” my hands rubbing her head as she sucked my climax from my soul, making it rise to the surface of my skin.

“No, sweetheart, I’m not; I’m really not, I’m only sorry I couldn’t have been there to watch the two of you in person, rather than in my mind.”

“Aaah, damn, damn, damn,” my voice was saying as I pushed my pelvis hard against her sucking mouth, my orgasm having broken free from my body, my hips bucking against the mattress.

“Okay,” I said to her after regaining my composure, “if you’re sure that you want me to, I will.”

“Be honest, Lynn, you know you want see for yourself, you know you do,” kissing me sweetly.

She was right; of course, I knew that she was right.

~

Sami came in at noon on Fridays and as usual, she was on time. I hadn’t spoken with her since our ‘incident’ of the other night.

“Hey babe,” smiling at her, genuinely glad to see her, hoping that she wasn’t still upset by the other night.

“Hi Lynn,” she said, looking as if she wanted to say something else, “Listen, about the other night, I feel like I need to apologize to you about that, I really don’t want to cause problems for you and Ali just because I can’t control my urges when I smoke.”

Chuckling a bit, I told her that ganja also put my libido into overdrive, and that I understood how that can happen.

“Don’t apologize, Sami, I certainly didn’t try to stop you did I?” I said to her, looking at her seriously now.

“The truth is, Sami, is that I enjoyed kissing you, okay? I enjoyed it, and I admit it; and Ali wasn’t upset, in fact, she’s asked me to invite you over for dinner tomorrow night, if you’re free, that is,” looking at her, gauging her reaction, if any, from my request.

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Note: All characters in this story are fictional and over 18

I arrived back at the theater about 10 minutes early, wanting to make sure that we hadn’t left any evidence of the night before, and needing a moment to collect myself.

I took a deep breath as I walked through the main area, turning on lights, and making sure things were ready for another long day of rehearsal. I loved having this time in the empty theater to ground myself for a minute, before rushing into all of the business.

As I climbed the steps up to the tech booth, flashes of last night popped into my head: the rush of pushing Liz against the wall, the surprise of tumbling to the ground, the shock of feeling her tongue on my pussy while I was pleasuring her. It had been wild, and animalistic. A jolt of exhilaration ran through me, just thinking about it, and I shivered in delight.

The booth was in a bit of disarray, and I set about straightening up. We had knocked over a chair, and my notebook had fallen to the floor, getting a little wrinkled and torn in the process. Thankfully, the room was small, and there wasn’t much to mess up.

As I was putting my chair back into place, I noticed a pop of turquoise next to the soundboard. I checked it out, discovering Liz’s lace underwear lodged between the wall and the table. Good thing I got here early. I picked them up, and held them to my face inhaling Liz’s sexy aroma. Shit she smelled good.

I heard the theater door open downstairs, and the sound of voices. I quickly shoved the panties into the bottom of my backpack. When Liz came in a few minutes later, she looked a bit anxious, but I gave her a wink and patted my backpack meaningfully.

Rehearsal today went much more smoothly. We ran through the cues, one by one, and everything worked, more or less. We took a lunch break, then came back for the first run through of the show.

Wow. It looked really good.

I headed back to my dorm to write Liz another email (as there wasn’t a chance to talk after rehearsal)

Liz,

I think you forgot something this morning. Don’t worry. I have your delicious underwear. I think I will keep it as a souvenir.

I have been thinking a lot about my sexuality, and could use a bit more tutoring. If I have never been penetrated, am I a virgin? I want you to officially take my virginity. Is that even possible?

I know for sure that I like sex with women, or at least with you. Does this mean I’m a lesbian? I think I like guys too. I mean, I have certainly liked kissing boys, but it is nowhere near as exciting as being with you.

Your Tutee,

Julie

Liz didn’t answer for a couple of days, and there was no time to talk to her at rehearsal. The show was looking great, but those first couple of dress rehearsals were always hectic.

Wednesday morning, I woke up to a reply:

Julie,

Of course you can keep my panties. I am mortified that I forgot them. Thank God you found them.

As to your virginity, people have been debating that for years. Are you sure you want me to officially pop your cherry? I would love to, and can, but that can be a big step.

Your Lustful Tutor,

Liz

A big step, yes, losing my virginity was a big step, but I was ready; and I wanted it to be Liz. I wanted to explore, discover myself, but I was so happy that she was walking this path with me. She would be my first. I did want to explore with a man though, too. I replied

“Liz,

Yes, please pop my cherry. I want you to be my first in every way. Whatever this is, is magical, and I want to experience as much as possible before it disappears. It sounds like I need to find a man to explore with, as well, if I want to truly know who I am.

Excited For Next Time,

Julie”

I went about my day, trying to focus on classes, but distracted by wondering how Liz planned to take my virginity. I considered googling porn, but decided that it was too fun trying to guess, and that I wanted to be surprised.

I also was thinking if there was a man I wanted to explore with. I thought of a couple of boys, but I didn’t want to have a relationship.

Right before rehearsal, denizli escort I had a thought, and wrote an email:

“Liz,

Learning from you has been amazing. Do you know any guys who would want to help me explore, without it being a big deal? Someone experienced, who wants to teach me, like you are?

Hopeful,

Julie”

I headed off to rehearsal. Tonight was the last run through without an audience, and it was sure to be a busy night. There would be no chance of talking to Liz tonight, and the next couple nights would be just as hectic, as we had a preview audience and then opening night.

The next morning, I was excited to see a reply from Liz:

“Julie,

I’m sure my husband, Craig would be interested. I’ll let you know.

Though the teacher in me wants to caution you. Sex without a relationship can be fun, but it can also get messy. There are emotions involved. I worry about what I have started with you, that it will end up hurting you. Your exploring with another person might diffuse that risk, but it might double it.

Since you are sure you want me to be your first, how about Saturday, after the show?

Your Tutor,

Liz”

Her husband? I thought she was single. I don’t want to be a mistress. I just wanted to explore my sexuality, not break up a marriage. I quickly sent off an email.

“Liz,

Wait, you’re married?! I don’t want to have an affair. I don’t know about this.

So Confused,

Julia”

After sending off the message, I paced around my dorm room. My mind was racing. I needed to break this off. I could find someone else to explore with.

My computer binged to alert me to another email, and I hurriedly checked.

“Julia,

I’m so sorry. I thought you knew about Craig. We’ve been together for years, and got married last year. We have an open marriage. This isn’t an affair. Craig knows all about you, the same way I know all about the women he dates or hooks up with. If you want to stop, it’s ok. Just know that there is no cheating going on here.

So Sorry,

Liz”

An open marriage? I had heard of those, but thought that was just something guys said to make you feel OK about sleeping with a married man. If her husband knew, then maybe this is OK. I mean, she’s thinking of setting me up to sleep with him. This open marriage thing must be real. I really want to keep going. There is something worth exploring here, and if she set me up with her husband, it would be better than some sloppy boy, who had no clue.

I glanced at the clock and saw that I was going to be late for class if I didn’t get dressed and leave right now. I pushed all thoughts of sex and cheating to the side, and hurried off to class.

Sitting down with my lunch was the first time I had a chance to really think again. I had back to back classes all morning, and needed to focus, as I had been slacking a bit with both Liz and the show distracting me. I took my lunch to a quiet corner of the dining hall. I wanted space to think.

I thought about what had happened with Liz so far: from kissing a girl for the first time, to passionate sex to relieve stress. I liked what we had going. I could explore without having to worry that I was leading someone on. As beautiful and perfect seeming as Liz was, I was glad to not have to think about a relationship right now. She was offering me that same opportunity with a guy. It would give me a chance to compare and figure out who I am. Did it really matter if they were married or single? If they were both cool with it, it wasn’t my place to judge. I took out my phone, and typed up an email.

“Liz,

Hearing about Craig took me by surprise, but what you two do with your marriage is up to you.

Saturday sounds great. Go ahead and see if Craig is interested in tutoring me. He sounds like exactly what I’m looking for.

Looking forward to Saturday,

Julia”

I was excited and nervous. We had already done so much, that I sure didn’t feel like a virgin. I was ready to do this final thing, whatever it turned out to be. Then, there was the fact that I had asked her izmit escort to set me up with her husband. I felt that I needed to experience sex with a man to figure things out for myself, and this way, I could trust it wouldn’t be some sloppy boy, and no danger he would think it was a relationship. It was scary and exciting to think about.

…

The next couple of days passed unremarkably, and finally it was Saturday night. Calling the show kept me calm. I couldn’t do anything other than be in the moment, focused on what was happening on the stage. The show went well, and I set about resetting props, as I waited for everyone to clear out of the theater.

I was anxious to get the tutoring session started. From a couple looks she gave me, I think Liz was anxious too.

After what felt like days, but was probably only a half hour, the last actor was leaving, and I could lock up. I started to go back to the front of the theatre, but Liz met me partway. Her coat was on, and she had my backpack with her. She looked great, wearing a skirt and heels, but I think I liked her sweats a bit more.

“I thought we could go to my office,” Liz said, “I couldn’t exactly bring the supplies with me to the theater.”

“OK,” I said, my voice cracking a bit. I was nervous and excited, not quite knowing what lay ahead, but confident I would like it.

As we walked to Liz’s office, which was across the quad from the theater, Liz made small talk about the show, making sure that to anyone who we passed, we looked like we were just doing normal post show stuff.

As she unlocked the building, the butterflies in my stomach surged. I absolutely wanted this, but I was nervous as hell.

She opened her office door, revealing a cozy space, with a few too many books crammed on the shelves, a desk scattered with papers, and a purple couch. I had been here before, for meetings and such, but it felt very different to be here at night, just the two of us.

As soon as we were inside, she pressed me up against the door, and kissed me passionately.

“I have been wanting to do that for days.” Liz said, and went in for another kiss, letting her tongue explore my mouth.

I melted into her, my nerves becoming pure desire. She pulled back, making room to take off my black, long sleeve t-shirt, and tossed it to the ground. I ran my hands up her chest, and began slowly unbuttoning her dark green dress shirt.

Wow, there was something about buttons, the slow unveiling of her gorgeous body, the need to concentrate to make the buttons go through the holes, the anticipation driving me wild. I slipped the shirt off of her shoulders, revealing a black lace bra, her nipples accentuated by the sheer lace barely covering them.

“You are so fucking sexy,” I said as I lightly traced my finger over her nipples.

“If you like that, you are going to love this,” she said, sliding her skirt to the floor.

I stared in awe. What I had thought were panty hose, were actually stockings, that attached to a garter belt with lace around the top that matched her bra. The garter belt was the only underwear she had on, leaving her freshly shaved pussy completely bare, framed by lace and garter straps.

“Wow,” I whispered as I fell to my knees.

I needed my tongue in that pussy now. I cupped her ass and pulled her into me, to plunge my tongue between those perfect lips. She was as excited as I was, as evidenced by the glorious wetness that greeted me. I eagerly lapped up her fluids, relishing the taste, amazed that we were doing this again.

After cleaning most of the liquid that had gathered during her anticipation, I ran my tongue in circles around her clit, pressing against the base, but never quit touching the sensitive tip

.

She grabbed my head, pushing it harder against her, and moaned. I took this as my cue and flicked my tongue back and forth lightly over the tip of her clit. She ground against me as hard as possible, and I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh,” Liz screamed as she came all over my face.

I gently lowered her to the floor, as her knees buckled gaziantep escort underneath her. She leaned forward, embracing me.

We just sat like that for a few minutes. Then she started tracing lines up and down my back, with her fingernails. It almost tickled, but felt amazingly sexy. During these strokes, she unclasped my bra, leaving it hanging loose on my shoulders.

Liz pulled back, looking lustfully in my eyes. This allowed my bra to fall off. The air hit my erect nipples, sending a jolt through my body. She stood up and helped me to my feet, then undid my pants, letting them fall to the floor. I struggled to get them all the way off, as they got caught on my shoes.

While I was removing my pants and underwear, Liz had opened a desk drawer. She pulled out a leather harness, with a dildo in the front, and a bottle of lube.

My eyes got wide as I watched her strap on the harness, and adjust the dildo to set nicely against her pelvis. She rubbed some lube along the shaft, making sure it was well coated. So this was how she was going to pop my cherry. A rush of nerves and excitement washed over me.

“You’re sure you want to do this?,” Liz asked, “you look a little scared.”

I looked her in the eyes, “Yes, I want, um you, inside of me.”

She took the couple steps needed to cross the room to me, and kissed me passionately. With that kiss, my nerves melted away. Liz had already given me so much pleasure and had taught me so many things. This new thing she was teaching me was going to be great, as well.

I gave into her kisses, surrendering myself to lust.

She moved her mouth down my body, kissing and licking my neck, my breasts, down my stomach, and finally my pussy. She flicked her tongue across my clit a few times, causing me to moan.

“It sounds like you’re ready,” Liz said, and guided me to the desk.

She had me bend over the desk, with my legs spread, and my ass sticking up in the air. My pussy juices were dripping in anticipation. She came up behind me, and slowly guided her dildo into me, pausing after a couple inches.

It hurt a bit at first, and I worried that it wouldn’t fit. Then my virgin pussy released, and stretched to accommodate her member. She slowly pulled out, then back in pushing in further.

She grabbed my hips to help guide us together, slowly pulling out, before inserting the entire length into me.

I gasped. It felt full and intimate. She left it there for a few seconds, moving gently, letting me experience the fullness. Then she started thrusting, still gentle, but a bit faster.

“Do you like that?’ she asked.

“Yes,” I moaned in reply, and started pushing back against her in rhythm.

“You’re doing great.” she cooed.

Her thrusting sped up and became harder, until I could feel her slamming into my ass with every thrust.

“I’m going to cum!” I called out, then screamed as the orgasm ripped through my body, suddenly grateful for the firm desk underneath me. I collapsed down onto the desk, while Liz slowly pulled out of me.

After a minute or two, I heard whimpering noises, and looked around to see Liz sprawled on the couch. She had taken off the harness and was fucking herself with the dildo that had just been in me. I had never seen something so sexy in my life.

I knelt down next to her, and slid my hand under her arm. I found her clit with my fingers, and started rubbing furiously.

Moments later, Liz came again, with a scream of “Yes, yes, that’s it”

She opened her eyes, and looked at me, smiling. I leaned over and kissed her.

“Thank you so much for this. I can’t imagine a better way to lose my virginity. You are so beautiful.”

“Thank you for letting me do this,” Liz replied. “You are so hot.”

We snuggled up on the couch, both a bit high from our orgasms.

“I hope this doesn’t end when the show does,” I said “I’m enjoying this time with you so much.”

Liz giggled, “I think we could arrange for some continued tutoring. However, right now, we should both head home. I don’t want to end up falling asleep here.”

We gathered our clothes, and redressed. Right before heading out, she gave me a goodnight kiss.

“You really are amazing.” Liz said, and led the way back out of the building.

I walked to my dorm with my head buzzing. I had only wanted sex from her, but now, I wasn’t so sure. The way she cared for me tonight was nice. Maybe this could be something more.

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I checked my lipstick in the rear-view mirror, then took note of my odometer so I could expense the mileage. “Ready to roll?” I asked.

“Ready!” Jovie was my intern, here to learn from me and work for free. Despite this burden, she was irrationally enthusiastic about everything and I loved her for it.

We got out of the car and walked toward the midway, tottering on our heels across the gravel parking lot. It was pitch dark under our feet, but ahead the lights were bright and the rides were moving. Squeals of laughter floated toward us over the sounds of calliope music.

I couldn’t help but smile. When I was a little girl, the carnival was a magical place. The lights, the rides, the smells, the sounds, even the feel of the crushed grass on the midway combined to make it an enchanting world. At that age, the view from atop a Ferris Wheel was the most exotic sight I could imagine.

Growing up diminished the magic, as it does with most things. I now noticed the peeling paint, the sagging safety rails, the rough-looking carnies. The smells had a little more grease in them, the sounds a little more harshness. But even now, there’s magic. Sometimes you just have to look a little harder. And that’s why we were here.

“So what’s our plan?” Jovie asked. She was a cute little thing, Filipina by ancestry, petite and perky. She was a full five or six inches shorter than me, barely over five feet tall and bouncing with energy. She was a sophomore at the local college, studying English, and I couldn’t turn her down for the internship.

I nodded sagely, per my mentor role. “We’re looking for a good interview story. Something that’s fun and engaging and edgy.”

“Okay.” She looked ahead, scanning the scene as if there might be a big neon arrow pointing to our good story. I had to smile at her exuberance.

The lights got brighter as we reached the midway, the merry go round on one side and a row of funnel cake and snow cone booths on the other. Inside a cotton candy stand, a rough-looking carnie scanned me up and down.

“Oh, I love me a hot redhead,” he chortled through rotten teeth. “Are you red everywhere, honey?”

I gave him a condescending smile that was worse than ignoring him. Yes, my dress was probably too short. Yes, I was doing it to draw attention to myself. But I’ll admit it; I like being checked out by the guys, even if they don’t have all their teeth. It’s fun to torture and tease them. And it’s easier to get interviews when you’re showing some thigh and a lot of cleavage. That’s one of the first things you learn as a magazine writer, particularly when you’re working for a local mag with no name recognition.

“We want to find someone with an interesting story,” I said to Jovie. “Most likely, it’ll be someone who works at the carnival because they’re new blood, but it could be someone just wandering around. We’ll just meet people and chat them up and if they seem interesting we’ll go further.”

Jovie nodded eagerly, her dark eyes alight with anticipation. This was the first field assignment of her career and she clearly wanted to knock it out of the park. To me, it was just another gig, but to her, it was Chapter 1, her opening act.

I bought us each a lemonade and we started strolling. It was your typical roadside carnival, though this one was much bigger than most. Kids ran from ride to ride, young couples pushed strollers, and men impressed their women by throwing baseballs at milk cans. Music and popcorn and conversation filled the air.

“How about those people?” Jovie nodded. She nodded stealthily toward a young man with a big beard and his toddler-carrying wife. She was a blonde with big braless breasts, swinging loosely under a wife beater t-shirt.

“Why?”

“They just look interesting. I like his beard.”

“Maybe. But the kid will start crying at some point, and it gets annoying.”

After a half-hour, we’d met carnies, teenagers, parents, and one darling old couple that had met on a tilt-a-whirl sixty years earlier. People are always friendly to me for some reason; it’s just a natural talent of mine. But their various stories had all been done a million times. I wanted something fresh, something that wasn’t your normal Parade Magazine interview.

“They still have freak shows?” Jovie saw it first.

We’d wandered toward the back of the fair, and instead of a fence, the rear area was a large curved stage, easily a hundred feet long. It was cleverly designed, with a caravan of carnival trailers forming the back wall and large platforms folding down and interconnecting from their sides to form the stage. There were five different acts along its radius, the nearest of which was Stella the Strong Woman. She was a gorgeous platinum blonde, tall and sleek and muscular with a fitness instructor’s build. She was lifting a set of barbells that were labeled as 400 pounds.

“Wow, she’s strong,” Jovie observed.

The woman then challenged two men from the audience to come up. One was a young college guy, fit and in shape, denizli escort and the other was a redneck, complete with tobacco chaw. She pointed them to each end of the barbells and dared them to lift it. Each man grabbed an end and tried to lift.

Nothing.

“Whoooa,” Jovie exclaimed.

“It’s a trick,” I explained. “I’m sure she’s strong, but I bet they’ve got a magnet under the stage. She lifts the weight – and it’s nowhere near 400 pounds, by the way – and then when she sets it down they electrify the magnet and lock the barbells to the stage.”

The men gave up, scratching their heads and shrugging. Stella the Strong Woman dismissed them and picked up the weight again. The crowd laughed.

The next act was a tall man and a short man, labeled as 8 feet and 2 feet respectively. Both of those were exaggerated and not really that interesting. Then we had a fire eater and a person balancing spinning plates. All your usual fare.

Then we got to the fifth one, and it was different.

Very, very different.

“Orgasma, the Erotic Goddess”, the large overhead sign said. Underneath, in smaller red letters, was the mysterious explanation of her powers. “The Queen of Female Pleasure.” This part of the stage was covered with a tent, and a female barker was outside, calling people in with some ribald comments.

Okay, this had my interest.

“Show in five minutes!” the barker called. She was a short, curvaceous blonde, her hair more highlighted than golden, and it tucked around her ears in a cute gypsy shag. More notably, she was wearing the smallest bikini I’d ever seen, little more than three small bits of strategically based cloth. In our little town, she was taking no small risk with the conservative police. “Women, come in and have the best carnival experience ever! Men, bring your women in and see what they REALLY look like when they cum!”

Couples were milling about, laughing and daring each other to attend. Men were cajoling women, and women were playing coy, and the whole scene itself was worth a story. No one knew quite what to make of it.

“We have to check this out,” I said.

Entry was $20, which was ludicrously expensive, but cost matters less when you can file expense reports. I coaxed Jovie up with me, her young eyes wide with wonder and fear, and dug $40 out of my pocket. The semi-naked barker eyed me up and down happily. “Yes!” she shouted to the crowd. “These beautiful women wish to experience the secret powers of the Great Orgasma!”

Seriously, that was a tiny bikini. The woman was small, only about Jovie’s height, but with a more fulsome American build. Whereas Jovie was small and slender and built like a gymnast, this woman was filled out, with nice C or D cup breasts and proportional hips stacked onto her small frame. She appeared to be a few years younger than me, maybe her mid-20s, though her green eyes betrayed a lot of life experience.

She looked at Jovie. “I’m going to need to see your ID.” She pointed to a prominent sign that said, “21 or Older – Strictly Enforced”.

“Oh.” Jovie’s face fell. “I’m not 21.”

The blonde girl looked Jovie up and down. “You look 21. Did you forget your ID?”

“No, I have it here.” Jovie dug into her pocket for her driver’s license. She did not look 21.

Ah, the naivete of youth. I put my hand on Jovie’s wrist. “She forget her ID.”

The barker smiled knowingly and winked at me. “We’ll let you and Andrew Jackson vouch for her,” she said in a low voice.

As she tucked away the money in a small leather bag, I scanned her up and down. The shadows and lights of the carnival provided more cover than one would expect from a distance, adding mystery and illusion to what one was seeing, but up close … wow. She was very light skinned, and most of her breasts were exposed other than an inch-wide vertical strip down the middle that took the place of standard bikini cups. My eyebrows arched when I noted the brown outer arcs of her areolae clearly extending beyond them. Below the waist, a similar inch-wide cut ran from lower belly to her crotch and down under, and I suspected that the back was just a string. And was that just a shadow, or could I see the darker pink of her outer labia peeking out? That was a bold, bold uniform.

Her body, while feminine, was taut and toned, and the sales pitch worked as she drew the prolonged attention of every male who wandered by. Women wavered and grinned with embarrassment, and men persuaded them, and the crowd of onlookers grew. “Only room for six more!” the sexy petite blonde called, and the crowd shuffled itself based on income and desire. She turned to lead the purchasers in, and I noted that her clothing in the back was indeed merely a thong string and a bikini top string, rendering her effectively naked from that angle. She had a natural hip sway that women would kill for as we followed her under the canvas.

Inside the tent, it was dark other than the bright stage lighting. Folding chairs were neatly izmit escort arranged into rows, ten seats wide and five seats deep. Jovie and I had to do some negotiating to sit together, taking seats near the back.

I was definitely growing curious now. Displayed up on the stage were three odd contraptions, square wooden frames with basic white sheets stretched inside. About four feet square and composed of a beautiful but beaten oak, they were raised off the floor like an old-time shower stall, where you could see a person’s feet at the bottom up to mid-calf, and then their shoulders and head up above, but the sheet shielded everything else.

However, two other distinct features caught my eye. Built onto the sides of each frame, two thick posts rose to a height of about eight feet, and from them hung heavy ropes with leather cuffs. I noticed the same thing at the bottom; two short chains with leather cuffs attached to the legs. If you bound a person inside it, the audience could see the head, hands, shoulders, and lower legs of the person being held, but everything else was hidden.

The tent was hot and stuffy inside, but I thrive on heat. I enjoyed the tickle of a small droplet of sweat falling through my cleavage, and tucked my red hair back over my ears to keep it off my face. My summer dress was strapless and short, so I at least had some ventilation, whereas Jovie’s tiny white denim shorts and snug t-shirt didn’t offer the same benefit. She stood and fanned herself while I settled into my seat. I would kill for that girl’s ass.

After a few minutes, our nearly nude barker came in and stepped up to the stage.

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen!”, she said in a practiced stage voice. “You have arrived within the mysterious world of Orgasma! I am possessed of a skill that makes men envious, and that makes women delirious. I know the secrets that drive a woman into the uncontrollable throes of infinite pleasure. And that is what I will show you tonight.”

She spoke with her hands, and her full breasts bounced as she did. One of them popped out of the small ribbon that covered her nipple, and the ribbon relaxed into her cleavage, leaving a large brown nipple bare. She looked down. “Ohhh,” she said. “It’s a good thing that I haven’t noticed yet, or I would be embarrassed.” The crowd laughed, and we knew that this wasn’t going to be your normal carnival hucksterism.

She engaged the crowd in some friendly banter. “How many men here think that they satisfy their wives sexually?” Of course, every man raised his hand. “Now, how many women are sexually satisfied by their men?” Nearly all of the women raised their hands as well, though I noticed that they didn’t go up as quickly. I raised my hand too, even though my most recent boyfriend was a flop in that department. We women are too afraid of being labeled as frigid to dissent. I noticed that Jovie didn’t raise her hand, but wasn’t sure if she even had a boyfriend, and she was probably too shy to admit it anyway.

Orgasma also noticed the slower rise of hands, and laughingly called it out. “Men! Did you see that? The women aren’t as convinced of your prowess as you are. What do you think about that?” A few men booed, and she egged them on. “Do you think a woman could please them better? Do you think a woman like me, a woman endowed with magical powers, could drive them to the brink of pleasure and beyond on stage and in mere minutes?”

The crowd laughed and a couple of people hooted and hollered. There had likely been a bit of drinking tonight in some sections.

“I need three volunteers from the audience, three women who want to scale the heights of ecstasy!” She held a hand to her eyes as if scanning the horizon, and I laughed at the fact that her large, pert boob was still hanging out.

She waded into the crowd and there was a ruckus. People laughed and hooted and cheered, and when she re-emerged she had a woman in tow. The guinea pig was an attractive brunette, tall and lean with tight curves and a boyish haircut. Her hand was over her face in shame, but she was grinning. She was obviously part of a group, because a half-dozen people in the crowd were howling with laughter.

“What’s your name?” Orgasma asked.

The woman shifted uncomfortably, but still smiled broadly. “Leah.”

“Turn around, Leah. Do a 360.” The woman complied, showing a slender but curvy rear end under her tight jeans. “Nice ass, Leah. VERY nice ass. Do you get it plowed often?”

Leah’s face reddened and her friends in the audience guffawed.

“Well, do you?”

“I do okay.” The crowd was howling in laughter, including me and Jovie. This was so preposterous.

“Are you satisfied sexually?”

Leah bit her lip. Her mouth started to move, but no answer came out past her embarrassed grin.

“Well? Do you arch your back a lot? Do you scream? Are you a loud orgasm girl or a quiet one?”

Leah feinted toward heading back to the audience, but Orgasma grabbed her wrist and held her. “Tell ısparta escort me about your best time, Leah. Do you remember a time when your mind was blown by an orgasm?”

Leah was laughing, covering her face with her free hand. I noticed that under her t-shirt, her nipples were suddenly visible, two little nubs showing up as shadows on her body. Protest or not, she was liking this. I smiled knowingly.

Orgasma kept her grip on Leah’s wrist. “Is your boyfriend out there?”

“Yes.”

“Is he good?”

Peals of laughter echoed through the crowd.

“Yes. Now let me go.”

“Could he use some lessons? Would you like him to be better?”

Leah was laughing now. She was very attractive, I had to admit. Nice bone structure and jaw line. Her nipples were now prominent beneath her shirt to anyone who was paying attention. “You can always be better.”

In the audience, men were good-naturedly punching another fellow in the arm and laughing at him as he turned red.

“Well, let’s give him a lesson. Step behind the screen.”

Orgasma turned to face the audience. “I’m so erotic that women tend to thrash around,” she explained. “I don’t want a black eye, so we’re going to secure this girl.” With that, another woman stepped on stage, wearing a more standard but still revealing bikini. I recognized her as Stella the Strong Woman from the earlier show. Pulling Leah’s arms up, the two positioned them at a 45 degree angle upward and snapped the leather cuffs on them, effectively securing Leah’s arms upward in a Y position. She was in the rightmost frame of the three.

“Now spread your legs, honey. I bet it’s not the first time you’ve heard that.” As the crowd clapped and stamped their feet, Leah obediently placed her feet shoulder width apart. Orgasma tapped them slightly further before she and Stella secured them in the ankle restraints. Leah was now held upright in a four-point restraint, with her body from shoulders to knees shielded behind the screen.

“Fuck her!” A voice called out, and the crowd roared. Leah, held taut, was starting to replace her amused demeanor with a concerned one. Her smile was still there, but it was growing wooden as she tested her bonds.

“Next volunteer!” Orgasma shouted, again adopting her ‘looking out to sea’ pose.

“Do it,” I told Jovie. “Volunteer.”

My little friend’s eyes grew wide, and she laughed. “No, you do it!”

Orgasma dove into the audience and came out with an older blonde woman, probably in her early 40s. She was attractive and curvy, with notably large breasts and a classy shoulder-length hairdo that curled around her ears. She was beautifully tanned and feigned embarrassment even while she laughed. Her dress was tight on her upper frame, then flared and flounced below the waist, exposing nicely shaped thighs and calves.

“What do you think, people? Do you want to see her in the throes of passion?”

The crowd cheered raucously.

“What’s your name, ma’am?”

The blonde was grinning and seemed to enjoy the attention. “Vivian.”

“Vivian, how big are your boobs? Are those things double D’s?”

Vivian laughed, covering her chest with her arms. Excitement and humor battled on her facial expressions.

“Double D’s? Answer me!”

“Yes.”

“Aren’t these wonderful, folks?” Orgasma did a game show spokesmodel display gesture, centering on Vivian’s large breasts. The crowd laughed uproariously at her embarrassment.

“Do you like your lover to play with them?”

“Oh god, yes.”

“Do you like him to bite your nipples?”

I couldn’t hear Vivian’s answer over the howls of laughter. This was worth the $20.

“Well,” Orgasma said, “let’s get you buckled in for your favorite ride.” She and Stella led Vivian to the leftmost frame, and again attached her to the four restraints. When they were done, she too was held in a vertical spreadeagle, with most of her body concealed behind the frame. It was kind of unfortunate, because I imagined that she looked pretty sexy all stretched out with that figure.

“And now we need a third!”

“Volunteer!” I hissed at Jovie. “This is our story!”

Jovie shook her head, her innocent eyes frightened. “You do it.”

“Now! I’m your boss.”

Jovie looked at me, then up to the stage. She bit her lip and then popped up, raising her hand. “I volunteer!” she called.

Orgasma looked over and grinned. “Oh, my. What have we here? Let her up to the front, people!”

Jovie wove through the crowd of seats and stepped up onto the stage. Even compared to Orgasma, she looked young, and I had a minor pang of guilt. I was actually shocked that she had obeyed me.

“What’s your name?”

“Jovie.”

“What a pretty name. Tell me, Jovie, do you have a lot of sex?”

The crowd laughed as Jovie’s big dark eyes flashed in fear. “Um…no.”

“No? Why not? You look like you’d be great in bed!”

“Let me try!” a voice from the crowd called out, and everyone laughed.

Orgasma pointed to the voice and grinned. “She’s mine, fella. But you may cum just watching this.”

She turned back to Jovie. “Why are you not having sex?”

“I … I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“I bet you have one after tonight. Or at least a helpful girlfriend. Let’s get her secured, Stella!”

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As soon as I stepped out of class I cursed myself for not bringing an umbrella. California weather had proven to be impossible to predict, and the jeans and light button-up boy shirt that I wore on the sunny walk to class were about to leave me frozen and drenched on the walk back. Last thing I needed was to get sick on my first week of college.

“Not exactly dressed for the weather are you?” I heard a voice from behind me. It was Eva, the strangely tall Japanese girl who sat in front of me in German Lit. I remembered being a little pissed off that such a tall girl would be sitting in the front row, but now, seeing the childish smirk with which she was staring at me, I admit I felt strangely exhilarated. She wore tall rain boots, and held a huge blue umbrella covered with rain clouds.

“You must be a local,” I said.

“Born and raised.” Her eyes gleamed with a childish excitement. You would think she hadn’t just spent a day at school, but had instead skipped and gone white-water-rafting or something equally exciting and obscure. But no, there she was today in both classes that I had with her, sitting obnoxiously tall in the front row each time.

“My name is Hannah,” I said politely.

“Eva.”

“I know.”

“How did you know?”

“You’re so damn tall it’s hard not to notice you in class.” This made her giggle.

“Nice to meet you Hannah,” was all she said. “I’d like to walk you home”

“Oh, no. It’s all right.” I couldn’t tell why she was making me so nervous. “The rain will teach me a lesson.”

“What sort of lesson?”

“To bring an umbrella.”

“But I have an umbrella here. I read once that if you want something intensely enough, it’ll happen for you. Well, you wanted the umbrella intensely enough for me to show up here. So now I’m here and it looks like I’m obligated to walk you home.” I wanted to say something stupid like “you’re pretty smart, huh?” but resisted.

“Well if you have to, you have to” are the words that came out.

She walked up close to me, so that her umbrella would cover me, and looked down at my face. I had known her for a couple of days but still hadn’t stood right next to her. If she hadn’t been so childish, her height would have been intimidating.

“Well,” she said, “lets go.” It was comforting to walk next to her. For a while I forgot to even try to make conversation.

“Must be strange seeing all these new people move into town every year,” I started.

“Tell me about it,” she said. “It’s interesting to see who sticks around though.”

“What kind of people stick around?” I asked. She thought for a while.

“The ones who have no idea what they want out of life. Or the ones who know exactly what they want.”

“Which kind are you?” I asked her.

“Well, it was never my choice to stick around, but I usually know what I want,” she smiled.

“That’s good. I never know what I want.”

“You always know what you want.” Eva’s eyes became intensely serious for a second. “You just get too scared to tell anyone about it.

“Oh.” I said.

“Yep.” She said lightly and went seamlessly back to her energetic, childish smile. She stepped happily into every puddle on the road. “You really need to get some rain boots,” she added.

“I know,” I said. We walked quietly the rest of the way. I led her down the alley towards the back entrance of my apartment.

“This is it,” I told her. She just laughed. “What is it?” I asked.

“See that house right there?” She pointed down the alley and across the street. “That one’s me. We’re neighbors”

“Oh wow!” I said. “Do you live by yourself?”

“Nah. With a couple other girls who never managed to leave town. Drop by sometime, I’ve got something I think you’ll like.” With that, she did a theatrical bow, turned, and strided back down the alley towards her place. Without me by her side, her pace almost doubled, her long legs looked like stilts navigating through the puddles on the ground. Filled with curiosity, I watched her walk away. Who was this girl? Why did she talk so strangely? Why did I feel so awkward next to her? I walked into my place and suddenly everything inside seemed so dreary, lifeless. My heart was racing and all I could think about was Eva. Her confident stride as she walked next to me, her bright eyes.

Fuck. Did I have a crush on this girl? I had felt this way a few times before in high school about a few of my girlfriends, but when I told my mom that I had feelings for them, she told me I was being silly, and that they were just good friends. But now I felt those feelings coming back. Maybe I did just want to be friends with Eva, hear more of her strange philosophies, walk with her to school, but also… I felt myself wondering what that tall, slender body looked like naked.

“Shit,” I said to myself. Without bothering to put anything else on, I went out my door, and headed straight down the alley towards Eva’s place. My heart was racing as I walked up the steps to her porch and knocked on the door. I started feeling cold denizli escort again as I waited for her to answer. When the door opened it wasn’t Eva behind it, but a stoned looking redhead girl wearing a big hoodie with seemingly nothing under it, listening to headphones. She was brushing her teeth, and looked like had just gotten out of bed. She lifted up one of the headphones and asked me who I was.

“I’m looking for Eva,” I said. She pointed up the stairs and walked back into the house, continuing to brush her teeth and sway with the music in her headphones. The house seemed old, lived in by generation after generation of college kids. It was cluttered like a bachelor pad, but it didn’t feel dirty somehow, more like cozy. I slipped off my shoes and walked up the stairs.

“Eva!” I called. No response. The stairs led to a hallway with three doors on one side, one of them was ajar. I walked down, not knowing what to do. “Eva!” I called again.

“Boo!” She scared the shit out of me. It took me a moment to realize that her voice had come from directly above. Her smiling face was peeking out at me from the attic door in the ceiling, and her long black hair hung straight down over it making her look like something out of those Japanese horror movies.

“You gave me a heart attack” I tried to laugh it off.

“Sorry babe. I knew you’d come,” she was still smiling. “Watch out,” she said, and hanging on the edge of the attic entrance, lowered herself down and jumped next to me. She was like a gymnast. If I tried to pull a move like that I’d break my neck.

“Want some tea?” She asked me “You look cold as hell.”

“Please.”

“Ok, wait here,” she told me, and sprinted down the stairs. I stood in the hallway and looked up at the entrance to the attic. No stairs. She must have had to do a pull-up to get up there. This didn’t help to alleviate my girl-crush. I pictured her arm muscles tensing, her abs getting rigid as she pulled herself up, giggling the whole time at the scare she was going to give me. How did she know I was going to come back?

“Boo!” Fuck, She did it again. I turned around, heart racing, to see her now next to me holding a steaming cup of tea, smiling as big as always.

“You’re too easy,” she laughed and handed me the cup. I was starting to feel silly for having feelings for someone who acted like a ten year old boy.

“Nice place,” I told her.

“Yeah,” she said. “It used to be my parents'” The way she said it made me feel like I shouldn’t ask about her parents.

“You said you wanted to show me something,” I ventured.

“Oh! Right. How big are your tits?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your boobs. What size bra do you wear?”

“Umm… 36 F, I don’t know sometimes E depending on the kind, Why?”

“I knew it!” She smirked. “Follow me.” She walked into the room at the far end of the hall. I followed her. The room had a bed with no sheets, and a table with nothing on it. A bong stood on the floor in the corner. “What are you showing me?” I asked her, feeling very strange.

“Ok, so you know how I said I live with a couple girls who never managed to leave town. Well up until a few months ago I used to live with three girls, until one of them actually did manage to leave town. Super rich girl, just living here to to go to college. Anyway, she ended up doing a little too much of this,” -She mimed putting a tab of acid on her tongue- “and then at one point she just took off. Back home or somewhere. Left everything. All her clothes, all her books. We thought she’d come back, but then she called one day and told us to just get rid of the stuff. She didn’t want to come back for it, didn’t even want to see it.”

“Wow,” was all I could say.

“I guess she wanted to forget her life her completely. Anyway, we gave away all her books and clothes already, but she had all this really expensive lingerie that nobody can fit. I mean like some Paris Hilton expensive shit. Handmade in Italy.” She opened a drawer and pulled out a frilly blue bra. “And look at this,” she showed me the tag: 36F.

“Perfect, right?” She grinned at me.

“I don’t know,” I hedged. “I don’t even know this girl.”

“Oh it’s fine,” she said. “We looked it up online, this bra alone costs like 250 bucks. This isn’t just some Victoria’s Secret shit. And it isn’t every day you can find someone to fit this kind of thing. I could wear it on my head,” she laughed. It made me a little sad to hear. I could never even buy a dress that cost that much, but here was a single bra, left behind by some spoiled girl. I had to admit it was beautiful; the lace pattern, the vibrant blue. It looked sturdy and comfortable as hell.

“Fine,” I said. “Thanks.” Eva handed the bra to me with a satisfied look in her eyes. We stood there a little awkwardly.

“Well, try it on,” she told me. I could feel myself starting to blush.

“I’m sure it’ll fit. I’ll try it on at home.”

“Just try it on here.”

“What, right here?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Umm..”

“Oh izmit escort come on, you have F cups and you’re embarrassed? Were all girls here.” She was strangely convincing. At this point she was blatantly staring at my chest. “I like you,” she said.

“I like you too,” I could barely breathe. Goosebumps were starting to rise on my skin. Was I really about to take my shirt off in front of this girl? I could feel my nipples harden at the thought.

“I could feel that,” Eva told me. She closed the door behind her. And latched the lock. I could sense her playful childishness turning into something more delicate, more elegant, something intensely feminine. She walked up to me and looked down into my eyes. The feeling of her towering over me was so exciting. I felt like she was about to kiss me right then. But instead, she sat down on the table, and just looked at me, waiting.

“Well, try it on,” her eyes gleamed with excitement. I couldn’t tell if her challenge felt dirty or innocent, But the look in her eyes, her calmness made me feel suddenly very comfortable. I don’t know how she did it, but my nerves seemed to melt away. This is what we were doing now: In an abandoned room in an old house on a rainy day, we were just two girls, and I was about to take my shirt off. Like the show and tell I used to play as a kid. The clarity of it all felt intoxicating. Eva’s eyes followed my hands as I started to undo the buttons of my shirt. I liked wearing dress shirts that fit snugly around my chest. I liked the way they accentuated my curves, the way they added a bit of support for my heavy breasts. What I liked even more was the feeling of coming home at the end of the day and feeling the release as I undid the buttons, the way I could feel my boobs drop and stretch my skin a little. The look on Eva’s face sent chills down my spine as I slowly undid button after button. She let out a cute little gasp when I finally opened my shirt and let her see me in my bra. Her gaze didn’t feel perverted, but innocently curious. It made me feel at ease. It made me feel sexy.

“You have huge tits,” she let out, candidly.

“I know,” I giggled. “I have to lug them around all the time”

“What’s it like?”

“Sometimes it sucks, sometimes it’s awesome. Like all things I guess.” I could feel them getting warmer, almost as if the intensity of her gaze was heating them up. My boobs had had many admirers over the years; being the only girl in middle school with a C cup certainly made me grow up fast, I remembered all the boys in high school who barely ever looked me in the eye, all my girlfriends who squealed whenever I let them squeeze them before a dance or something, my boyfriend who would massage them until they were sore; but there was something different in the way Eva was looking at me. I felt like she expected nothing. Like if I put my shirt back on right now and walked off telling her this was uncomfortable she’d just shrug and walk me out. She’d even let me keep the bra anyway. This of course just made me want to take my bra off even more. I smiled at how patiently she was sitting in front of me, just looking, admiring.

“You really want to see them, huh?” I asked her.

“You’re starting to like teasing me,” she answered. As soon as she said it I knew it was true.

“You’re making me feel sexy,” I whispered.

“You are sexy,” she said. I reached back and undid the clasp on my bra. I felt the weight of my boobs even more, and the stretching of my skin shot a chill through my whole body, I could fully feel the weight of my tits resting against me. I let my bra drop to the ground and Eva let out the cutest little moan and bit her lip.

“They’re fucking beautiful,” she said. My whole body was tingling at the sensation of being revealed to her. I had always felt a little self-conscious of them, getting naked in the locker-room, even in front of my ex, like they made me a kind of a specimen, but she really did make me feel beautiful, looking at me that way.

“Damn girl you’re blessed,” she went on. “I wish I had tits like that.”

I could only giggle nervously. “Yours are nice too,” was all I could say.

“You can’t take a compliment huh?” She asked me.

“I guess not.”

“Don’t feel like you deserve them?”

“I guess not.” I could feel myself gravitating towards her. I let my feet take a few steps closer to her. I was now standing right in front of her, between her legs as she sat on the table. I could feel myself blushing. I could feel my pussy getting warm, slippery.

“Could I touch them?” She asked.

“I thought I was just trying on a bra” I said. She just looked right at me. I felt like she could read my thoughts. I didn’t move. It was all happening faster than I could understand it. I wanted to feel her hands on them. I wanted her to squeeze them hard. I wanted her to… I couldn’t help but let out a gasp when I felt her fingertips against the skin of my belly, sliding up slowly.

“Yes,” I whispered, and closed my eyes. gaziantep escort The feeling was electrifying when I finally felt her hands on my tits. He touch was so soft, so elegant, but firm, squeezing the soft flesh of my tits, relieving me of their weight, and then letting them drop again. She’d squeeze them tightly, and then rub her palms lightly over my hardening nipples. I opened my eyes and looked at her face. I laughed a little.

“What?” she asked me.

“You look like you’re having so much fun.”

“You kidding?” she laughed.

“This stuff is never fun,” I sighed.

“No? What is it then?”

“I don’t know. Always so serious. Like I’m obligated to be sexy or feel good or something.”

“I know what you mean,” she said, still holding my tits.

“I barely even know you but this just feels so easy. I can feel sexy without even trying. There’s no pressure.”

“You’ve never been with a girl before huh?” She asked me.

“No, never.”

“Ah, damn, I should have asked you,” she said

“No. Don’t worry about it. I actually really like this.”

“I’m glad,” she smiled. “I kinda don’t wanna let go of your boobs.”

“You don’t need to. I like how you hold them” I told her. We stood there like that for a little while: with her just holding my boobs, me looking at her. Her hands looked tiny holding onto my tits. But they felt warm, delicate. I’d played with my tits a thousand times before but it never felt like this. I was starting to breathe heavily. I could feel my pussy getting warmer and warmer.

“Have you been with a lot of girls?” I asked her.

“I’ve been with a few,” she said candidly.

“Is this how you get them?” I asked. “Luring them in to try on a bra?”

“You’re the first one whos been able to fit that bra, hun.” She said. “Can I see you in it?”

“Sure.” She let go of me, handed me the bra, and leaned back, just stared at me. The lace felt so soft and smooth. I could tell it was expensive. I lifted my boobs into it and clasped it behind me. It was so fucking comfortable, soft against my shoulders, just the right amount of lift, and my cleavage looked amazing. I stepped back to let her get a better look at me.

“Like it?” I asked her, sticking my chest out proudly.

“I love it. You’re a beautiful girl, you know that?”

“Thanks,” I said. We stood there for a little while, looking at each other awkwardly. I was horny as hell, but she was just sitting there, calm. “I’ve never felt like this before. I mean, about a girl.”

“I’m honored,” She smiled.

“This is freaking me out a little,” I said.

“It’s ok. You can put your shirt back on if you want.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“It’s cool,” She said. And I really felt like she meant it. I picked up my shirt off of the ground and put it back on. I felt so elegant with this fine piece of lingerie underneath. The buttons around my tits felt extra tight. My nipples were still a little hard. Was all this really happening? Was I a lesbian?

“I need a little time to think,” I told Eva.

“I understand,” She said. I unlocked the door and found my way down the stairs and outside. It was still raining when I went out, and the cool drops felt refreshing on my hot skin. I felt them starting to soak through my clothes and hair. I could still feel her hands on my tits. I could still see her beautiful face. I had to be honest with myself. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to touch her like she touched me. I wanted to undress her, to feel her skin against mine. To press myself against her. I wanted her to keep admiring my tits. I wanted to see her pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I kept saying to myself, trying to beat this feeling away. I looked straight up towards the sky and let the raindrops fall on my face. I stopped thinking.

I don’t know how long I stood there like that, but eventually the impulse became too strong to resist. “This is my life,” I told myself, was I really about to just go back home? The longer I stood there the more I was powerless to resist it. I would regret it forever if I didn’t: I turned back. Without knocking, I went back into the house.

I strode up the stairs and down the hallway, not caring that the rain was dripping off of me all over the floor. I went right up to the same room where I left Eva. There she still was, still sitting on the table, looking dreamily at the rain falling against the window. She gave me the cutest smile when she saw me standing there at the door.

“Let me guess,” I started, “you knew I was going to come back again?”

“Let’s say I hoped you would. But it was pretty obvious.”

“How?”

“You’re horny as hell,” She laughed.

“Am I that transparent?” I blushed.

“Well, you came back didn’t you. It’s ok. Come here, what’s bothering you?” I kicked off my shoes and sat down on the table next to her.

“Well it’s just that I’ve never done this before and I just met you and I’m not sure where this will go and …” She put her hand on my leg.

“Listen -” She cut me off, the look on her face was serious again, like it was when she was walking me home.

“You think too much. If you’re worried that I’m going to start stalking you or something, don’t. And if you’re worried that you might enjoy it, well… why?” I sat there looking down at her hand resting on my leg. Indeed, why?

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“No thank you.”

Wanda Catron’s voice shook. She had been offered a position with the Delta Beta Nu sorority. She had been working for eight days to get into the group. Now, with acceptance into the sorority being offered, the 19-year-old was turning it down.

“May I ask why?” said the DBN sister, the one in charge of Initiations.

“You chose the last task to embarrass me personally. When I left, you insulted me and my sexual preference. Yet while I was with you, I led my team to several victories, and never, not once, showed anything but respect to you all. If you didn’t want me last night, I don’t want you today.”

The DBN sisters looked at Wanda’s roommate, 6-4 Astrid Martin. Astrid, 18, was dressed similarly to Wanda, wearing nothing but a robe. The difference between the two, not counting the 10 inches Astrid stood above Wanda, was that the very tip of a strap-on vibrator stuck out of Astrid’s robe.

“If Wanda isn’t joining, neither am I. What you said about Wanda last night, well, it goes for me as well. You insulted her because she is a lesbian. Well, I am one as well, so get away from us!”

Dejected and rejected, the girls left, hoping the others that had turned them down would now accept them. It turned out to be a dismal recruiting class for DBN. Only one girl, Lesley, chose to join DBN. She joined the two women who had stayed for the party to make a three-person Pledge group, the worst recruitment in DBN history.

* * * * *

Wanda and Astrid became lovers. They were almost inseparable for the next month. They met every day for lunch. They went on weekly dates every Friday night, with Wanda paying. Astrid wondered how Wanda could afford to constantly pay for their evenings out, and the toys they were buying, and anything else they decided they needed. Wanda had not told Astrid about the 11 million dollars Wanda had in the bank, awaiting her graduation. Until then, Wanda was living on a self-controlled $200,000 a year, which bought a lot of dates and sex toys.

In mid-October, the teen lovers had to split apart for a while. Astrid was on a basketball scholarship, so she had to move to the Athletic Dorms for the basketball season. Wanda started reading up on her girlfriend’s chosen sport, learning all she could to be a better fan.

But while Wanda was reading about basketball, Astrid was playing it, studying it, living it. The best player in the state of Wyoming the previous season, Astrid quickly learned that she was only the eighth best player on this team. But her work ethics got her rolling, and she rapidly improved.

One of her new teammates was Angela Dravinski, her teammate when they both tried out for the DBN sorority. Angela had turned down the DBN Pledge offer when she learned Astrid had turned it down also. Angela had her sights set on Astrid, planning to be better than her on the basketball court, and her equal off the court and in bed.

Angela, at 6-1, had always been a guard, while Astrid, at 6-4, was making the transition from power forward to guard at Boise State. Astrid and Angela were often paired together in drills, guarding each other on 3-on-3, 4-on-4 and 5-on-5 drills. Angela was a smart player, but also a sly player, too. In the “spirit of the moment,” Angela would place her hands all over Astrid, copping feels of the taller woman’s curvatious body. Although Astrid had 38d breasts, she strapped them down with tight bras during basketball, to keep them from bouncing as she ran.

One day, while guarding Astrid especially close, Angela’s hand went from touching Astrid’s butt to slide right between her legs. Astrid jumped, just as a pass came her way. Angela, having successfully felt Astrid’s pussy, intercepted the pass and scooted downcourt for an uncontested layup.

The coach was furious. Stopping play, she ran up to Astrid and demanded to know why she had screamed just before the intercepted pass.

“Afraid of the ball, Martin?” she railed at the freshman. “Saw the mean ball heading your way, and couldn’t handle it?”

“No, Ma’am,” Astrid mumbled.

“Then what happened?”

“I … I … I don’t know,” Astrid lied. She knew full well what had happened, but didn’t know how to stop it. Angela tried her move a couple more times during that practice. She got a few free feels at Astrid’s pussy, and had made Astrid look bad at the same time.

As the team hit the showers after practice, Angela boldly walked up to Astrid in the locker area. She reached down between Astrid’s bare legs and cupped her pussy again. A finger slid into the folds of skin, and Astrid shut her eyes, fighting back the need for more. She had not made love with Wanda in three weeks, and was extremely horny.

“This pussy belongs to me,” Angela said. “I will get everything I want from it, mark my words.” The tormentor wiggled her finger inside Astrid, then strode off, sucking the wet finger as she did.

After showering, Astrid remained behind in the locker room, hoping to put distance between herself and Angela. But as she headed for the door, she saw Angela denizli escort standing right outside, waiting for her.

Making a quick left-hand turn, Astrid walked into the office of Coach Deidre Desyre. The woman, in her early fifties but still in excellent shape, looked up from her playbook to see who had entered. She motioned Astrid to sit on the couch, then closed her playbook and gave the freshman her full attention.

“Coach,” Astrid began, “I lied to you today. I knew exactly why I missed that pass, and the other subsequent passes.”

Coach DeeDee, as the players called her, waited patiently. She could tell that her freshman guard needed to tell this her own way.

Slowly, Astrid laid out the copping of feels that Angela had been doing. She told of Angela feeling her pussy as the pass came her way, again and again. She then told of her finger insertion in the locker room, and her rough words, and how she had been lingering, as if waiting for Astrid.

Coach DeeDee felt some sympathy, but needed Astrid harder than she was. The pussy feel is an old trick used by defenders. If they found out Astrid was vulnerable to it, her effectiveness as a player would be over. Coach DeeDee had only one solution to the problem. She rose from behind her desk and sat on the couch with Astrid.

With amazing swiftness for a woman her age, DeeDee slipped her hand into Astrid’s skirt, placing it over Astrid’s pussy and then started rubbing it through the panties. Astrid looked on, startled.

“Do you like this?” DeeDee asked.

Astrid could feel her body responding. “Yes, Coach,” she said.

DeeDee pulled the panties aside and thrust two fingers into the girl. “Do you like this?” she asked.

“Oh, yes, Coach, yes!”

Then she started thrusting her fingers in and out of Astrid’s pussy. “Do you like that?”

Astrid was flowing, her pussy getting wetter by the second. “Yes, Coach. Please don’t stop.”

But stop DeeDee did. She pulled her hand out and slapped Astrid’s face. The teen was startled. “Do you like that?” she asked.

“No, Coach, I don’t.”

“You liked my hand in your pussy, but you didn’t like Angela’s. Why?”

“Because, Coach, Angela was doing it to distract me.”

“Did I get your attention when I slapped you?”

“Yes, Coach, you did.”

“That’s how you stop the pussy feel. ‘Accidentally’ slap your opponent’s face. If you use an elbow, the point gets made even faster. If your opponent tries to do something to you that you don’t like, do something back they won’t like. Just don’t let the ref see you. Got it?”

“Yes, Coach,” Astrid said. “You’ve helped a lot.”

DeeDee looked at Astrid, then smiled. “I can help you more, you know,” she said. “I know what you need. And I can give it to you.”

Again the coach lowered her hand to Astrid’s pussy. Again the teen didn’t slap the hand away. DeeDee pulled the panties away and plunged her fingers into Astrid. Stroking hard, she felt Astrid’s pussy sucking in her fingers, trying to take her hand even deeper inside her teenaged body. DeeDee consented, adding her other two fingers. When she felt Astrid’s pussy still sucking, she added her thumb.

Making a fist, DeeDee shoved her arm deep into Astrid’s pussy, giving her al she wanted. Astrid bounced up and down on Coach’s arm, screaming in joy as the fist punched deep, hitting her cervix. On the third punch, Astrid came, flowing her cum all over Coach DeeDee’s arms and hand.

“Now, do that to me,” DeeDee urged Astrid. The girl pulled DeeDee’s gym shorts off, finding wet panties underneath. The teen pulled the panties aside and drove her tongue deep into DeeDee’s needy pussy, slurping the coach’s juices hungrily.

Upon further urging by DeeDee, Astrid slid two fingers into the pussy under her tongue. “More!” urged DeeDee, so Astrid added a third finger. “Yes, more!” responded DeeDee, as Astrid placed her little finger inside her coach’s wet pussy. Then Astrid slid her thumb in the pussy, watching in amazement as the pussy seemed to swallow her entire hand.

Astrid wiggled her fingers inside her coach. DeeDee bucked wildly, but then urged Astrid, “Make a fist. Punch me!!” Astrid did as told. Her fingers closed, and Astrid punched inside DeeDee, hitting her cervix. DeeDee screamed in pleasure. Astrid repeated her movement, and DeeDee came, flooding Astrid’s hand as Astrid had flooded DeeDee’s before. Both women had cum, relieving some of the needs they both had.

When she relaxed after cumming, DeeDee pulled off of Astrid’s hand. “Don’t tell anyone we did this,” she said. “But whenever you get the need, come back to me.”

“I have a girlfriend,” Astrid said.

“Good,” the coach replied. “Then go to her on our next day off from practice. That, Astrid, is an order.”

When Astrid left the gym, Angela was nowhere to be found, having given up for the night. Astrid hurried to her dorm room and called Wanda, wanting to hear her voice more than anything.

* * * * *

Wanda was just coming izmit escort out of the shower when the phone rang. She picked it up and smiled, hearing Astrid’s lower-range voice. Without dressing, Wanda lay on her bed. She had not been given a new roommate, because Astrid would move back after the season was over.

Astrid said “Hi, Wanda honey. I love you and miss you very much.”

“I love you,” Wanda replied. “And I’ve missed you. In fact, I was just thinking of you as I showered.”

“I miss showering with you,” Astrid remarked.

“Most of the time, those showers led to much more,” Wanda reminded her lover.

“That’s what I miss most. I’ve been horny lately.”

“We can’t be together for a bit, but I know how we can help each other,” Wanda said.

“How?”

“Take off your clothes and lie on your bed, honey,” Wanda said. “I’m already naked and in bed, and I’m starting to rub my pussy now. You do the same.”

Astrid put the phone down for a minute. Wanda could hear rustling in the background. When Astrid’s voice returned strongly to the phone, she said “I’m as naked as you, lover.”

“Now, touch your clit. You know how I would if I were there. Do it like i would.”

Astrid touched herself, and felt sparks of excitement shoot through her body.

“I’m rubbing my clit, honey, just like you do,” Wanda said. “I’m spreading myself open for you.”

“Oh yes, baby,” Astrid said. “My free hand is pulling my nipples. They’re so hard, and my wetness is leaking from my pussy already. God, I want you so much.”

“Wanda’s voice grew huskier over the phone. “I need you, too, honey. My fingers are in my pussy, getting wet for you, honey.”

“Oh, Wanda baby,” Astrid replied on her end of the phone. “My fingers are all over my clit. I’m rubbing, and rubbing, and … oh, baby, oh .. . rubbing. I’m so close, baby. So close.”

“Me too, honey. Now, with one hand on my clit, the other is guiding your favorite dildo inside me.” Wanda’s voice grew an octave as she started squeaking on the phone. “I’m so close, honey. Your dildo is doing the job. I’m gonna cum with you, honey.”

“Oh yes, me too, baby,” Astrid replied. Her fingers were flying, one hand rubbing her clit, the other plunging in and out of her growing wetness.

“Now!” they screamed, almost in unison. On each of their beds, Astrid Martin and Wanda Catron had orgasms, screaming their joy over the phone for their partner to hear and enjoy. Slowly both women came to their senses, and removed their hands from their private parts.

“Thank you, baby,” Astrid said. “I needed that, but that wasn’t why I called.”

“What can I help you with?” Wanda said.

Astrid laid out the story of Angela and her sexual come-ons and threats. She mentioned Coach DeeDee’s advice, without telling Wanda all that happened between Astrid and the coach. Wanda related the story of Angela’s promise back at the disco the month before.

“What should I do?” Astrid moaned.

“Embarrass the hell out of her, honey. And I know exactly how, too.” And Wanda outlined her plan in full detail. Astrid fell in love with the plan completely, but had one concern.

“How will I get all those things you say I should use?”

“When you get back from practice tomorrow, it will be at your dorm room, so you can get right into the plan,” Wanda explained.

Astrid had faith in Wanda, and as they hung up their phones at the end of the call, Astrid was able to get a good night’s sleep, knowing her Angela problem will soon be over.

The next day was Friday, and Boise State’s first exhibition basketball game was that night. Angela guarded Astrid at the morning walk-through before the game, and her hands kept roaming freely over Astrid’s body. Coach DeeDee saw the situation, but refused to step in. Her hands were full preparing for the game.

Finally, Astrid pulled Angela aside. “Enough of this,” Astrid said. “Let’s just get together. How about after practice, at my dorm?”

“I know you’d see things my way,” Angela said. “Right after practice, your dorm. I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I,” Astrid said. Angela’s hands didn’t wander over Astrid’s body near as much during the last half of walkthrough practice. Then the coach called the team together. She announced her starting five. Surprisingly, Astrid was tabbed as starting off guard. The teen was thrilled. She almost hugged Angela, but stopped, reminding herself of what was to come.

* * * * *

After practice, Astrid and Angela headed back to Astrid’s dorm room. When the 6-4 girl opened her door, the package from Wanda was on the table. Astrid led the 6-1 Angela to the couch, then, promising to be right back, went to check out the box. Everything was there.

Back into the living room Astrid went, carrying the now-closed box. “What’s in there?” Angela said.

“Just a few things to make our time memorable,” Astrid promised. Then she pulled Angela up and kissed her. The red-headed Angela responded to the kisses of the blonde Astrid, and ankara escort when Astrid said “Let’s go onto the bed” Angela readily agreed.

Angela slipped onto the bed, then looked at Astrid, who was setting up a video camera. “What’s that for?” she said.

“I like to tape my first sexual encounters,” Astrid said. “Then it’s fun to look at the tape a few months later, and see how klutzy we were.”

“Kinky,” Angela said. “OK, I’m game.”

Astrid smiled. The camera set up, Astrid went to the bed. The 18-year-olds resumed kissing, and slowly stripped each other. Then Astrid got atop Angela, forcing Angela (willingly) to lie on her back. Astrid then produced handcuffs, and smiled as she showed them to Angela.

“Let’s play a game,” Astrid said. “I’ll tie you up and take advantage of you. Then you tie me up and take advantage of me. OK?”

Angela was already worked up, and having Astrid suggest kinky sex games right off the bat only made Angela hotter. “Yes, I agree,” she said. “Tie me up, honey.”

Astrid took each wrist and cuffed them to the ands of the headboard. Then Astrid produced two long strips of leather and tied Angel’s feet to the baseboard. The 6-1 girl was spread-eagled on Astrid’s bed. Astrid donned a leather mask, hiding her features. She also put on a robe, further blending herself in to avoid recognition. Then got up and started the camera, putting herself in the picture with Angela.

“Hello, team,” Astrid said into the camera’s microphone. “Look who we have here? Why, it’s Angela. Angela likes to play little games during practice. Tonight, we’ll see what repercussions happen when you play those games.”

Astrid grabbed the biggest dildo she had ever seen, appropriately called the Fat Man Dong, out of the box Wanda had sent. This toy was 8 1/2 inches long, and 5 1/2 inches in width. Astrid had to use both hands to hold it. She showed the toy to the camera.

“Angela likes to play with pussies during practice. Let’s see what happens when someone plays with her pussy, with one of these!” Astrid rubbed the head of the Fat Man against Angela’s pussy, then shoved.

Angela, whose eyes had popped wide open when she saw how big the dong was, had started whimpering “No, no, no, please no,” as Astrid rubbed the head of the dong against her labia. When Astrid drove it inside her, Angela’s screams of pain echoed around the room. Astrid had failed to use the lube suggested on the packaging, instead forcing Fat Boy into Angela’s dry pussy.

“Oh, mustn’t have Angela wake the neighbors,” Astrid said. She went into the box and pulled out a ball gag. She affixed it into Angela’s mouth mid-scream, stifling her cries to illiterate mumbles and moans. Then she shoved the Fat Boy deeper into Angela, pleased when she saw tears welling in the girl’s eyes.

“If you’ve suffered from Angela’s unwanted advances as I have, then you’ll appreciate this,” Astrid said, reaching into the box again. She pulled out a set of nipple clamps, with weights attached.

Astrid clamped each nipple, then started putting weights on. First went the two-ounce weights. Angela’s screams, though muffled, still filled the mic’s soundtrack tape. After a few pulls of the weighted champs, Astrid removed the two-ounce weights and put on the 10-ounce weights.

The weights made Angela’s breasts sag apart, and the screams of torture from Angela’s mouth grow more urgent, though still muffled. Astrid spoke into the microphone again. “I’ll bet Angela regrets messing with me now. But I’m not done yet. When I’m finished, she will never again touch another teammate in any manner other than professional.”

Out of the box came a leather bat. This bat looked like a riding crop, except its end was a wide sturdy piece of leather instead of tapered. Angela shook her head in a “No” manner, but Astrid paid no mind to her. Instead, she raised the bat and started beating Angela’s torso and the inside of her breasts, now exposed because the weights were pulling her breasts apart.

Angela screamed in pain and horror. Astrid whipped Angela until she was red all down her front. Then she went to Angela’s thighs and whipped there. When her legs were as red as her torso, Astrid stopped.

“Now, Angela, here is what is going to happen. You are going to remain here and miss the first game of the season. I’ll explain to the coach that you’re .. . he he he … tied up. And if you don’t leave me alone, I swear the team will see this tape. If you ever tell anyone about this tape, it will go out on school-wide internet release. And from there, you know it will get out to the general public.

“Angela, will you leave me alone now and forever more?”

Angela nodded her head vigorously. Her entire body was aflame with pain. She had wanted Astrid, but never imagined how sadistic she could be. Now Angela only wanted to get away.

Astrid turned off the camera and left the dorm room. She walked to the gym, where she dressed for the game. When Coach DeeDee asked about Angela’s absence, Astrid said she was sick, and couldn’t play.

As Astrid and the Lady Broncos took the basketball floor, Wanda was sitting on the home side, center-court, cheering mightily for Astrid. It was a one-sided game against a local semi-pro team. At halftime Boise state was leading, 42-26. Astrid had scored 6 points and made a couple of terrific steals.

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Tanya shows she’s more than a gifted actress when Lisa reaches a breaking point.

*

With my first lesbian scene ever behind me, I took some time to learn more about my co-star. “So how long have you been a bi-sexual?” I asked Ginger as we sat together after my first lesbian scene.

“Ever since I found I could almost double my income,” she said.

I laughed at her but she seemed to be serious. “I was one of the first hires here but there wasn’t any work for several months. I did some clips and some anal but it wasn’t enough to pay the bills. I saw that Starlight was filming a lesbian series so I asked for an audition. I’d never been with a woman so I watched lesbian porn. Lots of it in fact, but when I auditioned, they sent me to a lesbian coach who taught me a whole new side of lesbian porn. That was a turning point. I didn’t accept it overnight, and in fact, I hated it at first because I felt like it was forced on me in a way by the situation. The coach was patient and so helpful and now I love it.”

“So who was your lesbian coach?”

“Delaney Sanders. You’ll meet her in a few minutes. Sweet as a honey crisp but a lot more juicy and a great coach.”

“Two minutes every one,” Wanda called. “Room 2.”

We walked into the room to polite applause from everyone there. “Okay, let’s settle down,” Jeanine called. “Find a chair so we can talk about that scene.”

I grabbed a chair between Lisa and Ginger and took Lisa’s hand. She offered a weak smile and leaned into me to whisper. “I need to talk to you.”

“Are you all right?”

She shook her head and turned her head away to hide the tears I knew she was fighting.

I squeezed her hand and leaned against her. “Right after the meeting.”

“Okay, so I’m sure we all know that we didn’t hold to the script or anywhere near it but congratulations,” Jeanine began. “That’s the new way of making adult films. That’s the Bellweather Studios way. Now, it will change some, but you’ve all heard time after time. “It has to be real.” It doesn’t get much more real than that. Trust me, this studio is very real. We do things differently than anyone else.

Now let’s get down to the specifics. I am so proud to see that no one used the prompters at all. If you blew a line, and you blew a lot of them, you kept going and your instincts were dead on. You just made two beautiful, very emotional, very real and smoking hot scenes. Ladies, we’ll talk to you individually later. Cameras and sound, you were fantastic staying with the emotions and getting the tight shots that sell movies. It was just a fantastic job everyone and you absolutely justified our way of doing things. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we need to go change our panties.”

I told Ginger to cover for us and we went to the vacant room next door.

I blocked the doors and we sat on boxes with only a little bit of light making it through the top of the doors.

I took her in my arms and as we pressed our bodies together, the dam broke and all the emotions she’d been holding in check were released in the form of tears and deep sobs that wracked her body until they eased and the hic ups started. I talked her down and kissed her face before she wiped the tears away with her hands.

“Talk to me.”

“Oh god, Tanya, it was terrible. I tried so hard to get through it in spite of my emotional issues. You know, the parents and the church and all, and I did pretty good, but the guilt had me crying inside most of the time.”

“Calm down, babe,” I said, stroking her back and arms and kissing her face.”I’ll talk to Jeanine and see if there’s anything we can do. You go take a shower and I’ll go find Jeanine.”

I threw a robe on and went in search of Jeanine. If I couldn’t pull this off, Lisa would lose her contract and I’d lose a friend.

I found her, still in the break area, along with Georgia and Delaney.

“I need your help,” I said. “Well, actually Lisa does.”

“We were just talking about her,” Jeanine said.

“Is there something we can do to help her overcome that guilt problem?” I asked.

They exchanged worried looks before Jeanine replied. “I’m not sure,” she said. “Delaney has expressed some doubts.”

“I’ve seen this before,” Delaney said, “and to tell the truth, it’s really hard to overcome.”

“Can I offer an opinion and maybe a suggestion?

“Of course you can,” Jeanine said, “and just so you know, we don’t want to lose her. She’s cute as a button, sharp as a tack and what a body.”

“I think part of the problem,” I said “is that she learned basically at the last minute that she was doing a lesbian scene and she simply didn’t have time to reconcile her issues ahead of it. I think with some time, patience and some one on one, she’ll be able to accept it.”

“Let me put it to you bluntly,” Delany said. “Time is something we are short on. We’re under a deadline and in fact, you’re getting another screenplay today. If you want to see if you can help her, be my guest because we really need her in the project.”

I denizli escort found her, still sitting where I left her, with her head down and facing away from the door.

I sat next to her and leaned into her, determined to save her career. “Can I have this dance?”

“I’m sorry, hon, but I think the music died.”

“It hasn’t died, Lisa, it’s just been muted and I think we can still hear it but we need to fix something first.”

She turned to me, tears streaming down pale cheeks. “I’m so messed up, Tanya”

“Do you have a problem being naked next to me?”

She shook her head and pressed her body into mine.

“Can I try something?”

She nodded so I turned her toward me and took her hands in mine as I leaned in to surround her nipple with my mouth. I sucked on it, bringing it to a peak before leaning further to do the same to the other one. She put her hand to my head and held me against her as she whimpered.

I stood then and lifted her to stand in front of me. “Can you do the same to me?”

She leaned into me to suckle me, rather tentatively at first, but then with greater enthusiasm,

“I pulled her toward the door and down the hall, toward the studio we had just left.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course, but…”

About halfway there, I noticed Delany in a doorway, pointing to a camera with a questioning look on her face. I nodded and kept walking. We got to the set and I took her over to stand by the bed.

“If you trust me, and are sure I will always be by your side, lie down on the bed with me.”

She got onto the bed and slid to the middle. I let the robe drop to lay next to her and for a while I just tenderly stroked her hair and face, and kissed her soft lips. “Take some deep breaths,” I whispered, “and let them out as slowly as you can.”

After about a dozen of those, I felt her heartbeat slow and moved my kisses to her neck and chest as she mewled softly.

“Now, close your eyes, Lisa and let your body relax” I told her while motioning to Delaney to start filming.

I have to hand it to those girls on camera. They were fantastic. They came in tight without her having any sense of their presence. Since they use ear buds, we never hear the director but they do. I couldn’t wait to view the clip.

“I’m going to start making love to you now” I said, “but I’m going real slow.”

I went back to sucking on her nipples as my fingers wandered downward I felt her tense as I neared her mound so I paused, just running my fingers in wide circles on her stomach.

“Deep breaths,” I reminded her. “Keep your eyes closed and relax.”

I once again allowed my hand to wander and now I moved to her thighs and my mouth moved to her vulva, where I kissed and licked over her lips, puffy with desire. Her hands flew to my head when my tongue slipped through them but this time I didn’t pause, and in fact became more aggressive and she gasped and groaned with deep satisfaction. She no longer showed any signs of resistance so I slipped two fingers into her very moist slit and slowly fucked her as I kissed and sucked at her clit and lips. I savored her taste and let it show in my groans as I got quite aggressive until I started taking little nips at her clit and fucked her harder. She began to writhe under my attack and her legs and body stiffened just before she cried out and reached for me as a torturous orgasm hit and hit hard. In fact, her leg muscles twitched so hard against my head I had to slip back from her pussy for a minute. I held her and whispered to her as she moved into afterglow, licking at her sweet juices.

“Are you okay so far,” I asked.

“Uh hmm,” she replied, still breathing fast.

I moved up to lie next to her. “That wasn’t so bad was it?”

“Oh my god no, it was wonderful, but.”

“Hold that but, I said. “No more buts. Did you feel like someone from the church was watching you?”

“A little,” she said.

“Did you feel like that when you made love with Charlie before you were married? ”

“Of course, but…”

“There’s that but word again,” I said. “You and Charlie made love a lot before you were married, didn’t you?”

“She giggled and nodded.

“So the problem is all about playing a lesbian roll then.”

“I suppose,” she said. “I keep remembering verses from the bible.”

“‘I’d like to try something if you don’t mind,” I said.

Okay,” she said.

“We’re going to make love to each other and I’ll see if I can chase the worries away.”

“Okay”

I motioned to Delaney to back away and told Lisa to lie on her side in a 69 with me. Then we raised our legs to put our faces against each other’s pussies. I started licking her but she hesitated so I slipped a finger into her. She gasped and kissed my lips and slid her tongue into me as she opened me up. Whenever she hesitated and her body stiffened, I would ram my finger deep into her or suck hard on her clit. At one point, I felt that I was losing control izmit escort of the situation so I spread her open and pushed my face against her and started humming. No song in particular, because I was just distracting her from allowing her upbringing to interfere with her life. Every time I felt her hesitate, I started humming again and when she relaxed, I went back to sucking on her clit.

She started to get close and I attacked her clit with vigor. As she came, she whipped her pussy into my face while I held her against me. We whimpered, and groaned and cried our way through our orgasms but neither of us slowed our attacks and before long, she cried out and I was close behind.

I rolled away but turned to face her as we shared passionate kisses and fingered each other.

“Oh my god,” she cried, “I’m coming again.”

I held her tight until she stopped shaking and snuggled into me. I kissed her deeply and lovingly as I whispered to her that the ghosts were gone.

“Thank you,” she finally said, as I wiped her tears away. “but I still don’t know that I can do it on camera.”

“You just did,” I said.

She whipped her head around to see a camera very close to her.

“OMG,” she cried, “have they been there the whole time?”

“It was all live,” I said. “You got past those negative feelings and I’m pretty sure Delaney will keep you in the cast. Now let’s shower and get some lunch. I’m starved.”

“Thank you for that,” she said

“Lisa, I only did it because I want you in anything I do. You have great talent, Lisa, not to mention a fantastic body a great attitude and a tight pussy.”

“You’re insane,” she said.

“Not really,” I said, “but I guess I have to accept that I’m bi-sexual now and that’s going to cause some problems when my husband finds out.”

“Don’t tell him,” she said.

“I have to sweetie, because of a promise I made,” I explained.

“‘He’ll probably want to watch.” she said. “Tanya, can I ask you for a favor?”

“Of course, sweetie.”

“If he asks to watch, would you make love to me”

“I’m never sure what he’ll do,” I said, “but I don’t need a reason to make love to you Lisa. I’d be thrilled to lie with you and make love to you, anytime and anywhere.”

“Even in public?” she asked, followed by a giggle.

“You know sweetie,” I replied, “I think I would, as long as we had the money to make bail.”

Such a beautiful smile and when I wiped away her tears, she kissed me.

Delaney was absolutely thrilled. “I’m going to remember that humming trick,” she said, when we got a chance to discuss it.”

“I just wanted to distract her. I simply gave her mind something else to focus on. All those years of being told the same thing over and over made her feel guilty I still have one trick up my sleeve if this doesn’t keep working.”

We got called to a meeting after lunch in the break room where we found all the group leaders, the director, and all the coaches.’

“The scene you just did accomplished exactly what we wanted.” Jeanine said. “You were off script most of the time but you proved that it’s better if it’s real. I was in tears of joy at the end. It was absolutely beautiful. It looks like Lisa is feeling more cofident now and we owe a lot to Tanya for taking a personal interest in her and never giving up on her. That’s the type of teamwork we want and what we need from everyone. Understand, we aren’t trying to make stars, we’re trying to make films that you can believe, films with a real plot, real emotions and real orgasms.”

By the way, I know I promised the new cast members would be on board this week, but they’re running behind, just like we are so it could be next week now. In the meantime, I need your help. We’ll begin with the basic phases of the project we’ve been referring to early next week and I’ve got some specific goals we have to achieve before that can happen. I convinced management that you will have no trouble with most of them because you’ve done them with your partners or husbands. I’ve relied on what you tell me sitting around in our morning gab fests. By the way, I love that you trust me enough to share intimate details about your lives. Tanya, you could do a three act comedy with no trouble.”

A few seconds later, a small group of people drifted into the room and Jeanine smiled and welcomed them.

“Okay folks,” she said, “this is most of group 2 and their coach. Obviously they don’t have your experience yet but we had to push them ahead because of upcoming project responsibilities. So let me see, the sultry looking brunette on the end is one of two coaches we’re adding to our group. Walena Fredricks, otherwise known as Wally. Wally is primarily a dialogue coach but she holds a degree in Theatrical Arts and is a gifted actress. You’ll want to spend some time with her.

The young man on the end is Brad Tinely who just turned 21 last week, The tiny little thing next to him with the impressive rack is Trudy Raines, the long legged redhead ankara escort is Mikki Callen. I have yet to feel those legs around my head but it’s a goal, and the blonde bombshell with the amazing ass is Tina Logan. We’re missing two coaches and two male talents today but you’ll meet them later. For the most part, they already know you because they’ve been watching the evening rushes every morning.”

We expressed surprise that the rushes were even available.

“You never asked, “Jeanine said.

“Grab a beverage and take some time to get to know each other,” she said.

Of course the one I wanted to meet first was Mikki, the long legged red head. Ironically, she searched me out as well. As we exchanged details of the male’s abilities and equipment, and the strengths and weaknesses of the women, I noticed Jeanine and Wally pouring over a script and laughing as they penciled in details. I also took note of Georgia who they were passing the script to as they finished. Georgia was then on the in house phone system, while going over her notes.

It appeared that we were about to do a scene but there was no indication of the nature of the scene.

It was about an hour later that Mikki got my attention to wave me over to where she and Jeanine stood, again looking over the script. I began to suspect that I was soon to know the details of the scene when Jeannine handed me the script with my part already marked, and highlighted with director’s notes in the margins.

“Can you be ready to go in a half hour?” she asked.

“That’s not even possible, Jeanine,” I said. “You’re looking at an hour just in makeup and wardrobe. Figure on two and you’ll be close”

She groaned but grudgingly agreed. Looking at the cast notes, I saw my name as lead and underneath I saw Callen, M, Logan T., and Denver, L, (Lisa)

There was very little dialogue but a ton of action and an unusual amount of prop codes, those little numbers that indicate the identity, placement and introduction of props but I had no code references so the identity was unknown to me. Sneaky, very sneaky, and as I reached the end of the script, I felt a chill move over me. I moved quickly to the Lady’s room, where I went to the last stall to contemplate the situation.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall with my arms wrapped around me. There was never a doubt that I would do the scene if it came up but that didn’t make it any easier to accept mentally and emotionally.

I washed my face in cold water and talked to the mirror, then finally took a deep breath and walked over to where Jeanine and the others awaited my reaction.

I didn’t give them the pleasure though as I turned to walk toward makeup and wardrobe with, Mikki, Tina and Lisa right behind me, holding hands without speaking.

I spent an hour in makeup and wardrobe, where I was dressed in breakaways, clothes that tore with a minimum of effort, no bra but nude color bikini panties. I walked down to set B and peeked in to see it was a five camera set up with boom mikes. Counting the director and assistant, I counted fifteen crew members which explained the use of the largest set.

The set consisted of a couch and very solid coffee table, a chair with ottoman and a drum table with three drawers. Thick rugs lay in front of the couch, and chair. The new lights would give us well balanced but fairly hot lighting.

The scene opened with me walking in to pick up a Playgirl and then sit on the couch to read.

Mikki enters stage left, wearing a light green peignoir over matching panties, carrying glasses of white wine. She sits at the opposite end of the couch with her open peignoir revealing her full breasts and erect nipples. There is some dialogue as I place the magazine on the drum table and accept a glass from her. More dialogue and Lisa enters, stage left to move up behind the couch where she works her fingers into my neck and shoulders as we talk, her fingers moving down and over my breasts. With a quick move, she rips my top open to reveal my breasts. She moulds and works them in her fingers as I mewl loudly. She pulls tugs and twists my nipples repeatedly and I get louder as I feel the wetness build. She sucks and bites my nipples as Mikki gets up and pulls my legs around to rip my shorts open and pull them off, followed by my panties. Lisa straddles my face and I pull her hips to me to dive into her pussy. My legs are forced open, with one leg on the floor and Mikki fingers me deep and fast and sucks my pussy. Tina enters stage right and moves behind Mikki to rip her panties off. Mikki spreads her legs and Tina spreads her cheeks open to lick her anus while she finger fucks her pussy.

Lisa comes hard, covering my face and lips with her come and Mikki drives into me to take me over the top. When Lisa stands up, Mikki moves up on the couch to put one leg on the back of the couch and one on the floor. I straddle her face and she eats me and I feel her fingertip rub against my anus. I lean forward and her finger moves deep into my anus followed by a second one as she ass fucks me.

Tina sits on the couch and spreads her legs as she hands me a pink rabbit of about seven inches. With my one free hand, I work it in deep and turn it on high but have to hold on for dear life when my body starts shaking and tries to turn itself inside out.

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(Lady Sappho enjoyed reading my stories about the Vicar’s Wife, as I enjoyed reading her erotic tales. We exchanged thoughts about them on line and it was she who suggested that we write a joint story about an encounter with my lover. This is her story told in her own inimitable erotic style, edited by me and added to where appropriate. The first part is written from her point of view, whilst the second part from mine.)

*

I always knew that Sue and Sarah were very careful ladies. They cared deeply about the health and vitality of their village. The devoted hours of their time to charity bazaars, clubs for the elderly, fetes for the children and good works for the church. They were well loved by their families and well respected by everyone. They also had a secret which they took great care to protect. Chance or fate had brought them to the village, destiny or maybe even something more mystical, had helped them find each other. Every Tuesday and Thursday morning, they made tender and passionate love.

As the vicar’s wife, Sue was more inclined to believe in divine intervention as the key to the joy she had found with Sarah – faith wasn’t compulsory for her role, but why, she thought, turn down the possibility of a company benefit? Real and sincere though her love and desire for Sarah was, she was acutely conscious of the need to emulate Caesar’s wife – she might not regard her affair with Sarah as infidelity in the strictest sense, nor as shameful in any sense, but most of her husband’s congregation would. She had no truck with illiberal Anglican curmudgeons who rant at anything with a hint of passion, but she knew well enough that no church would forgive a clergyman with a scandalous wife.

She was, therefore and understandably, shocked and frightened by the note and attachment that fell through her door that Tuesday morning five minutes after Sarah left.

Sarah had every reason to want to preserve her marriage and her reputation. Even so, she accepted that however much she had to lose should her affair with Sue be discovered, the consequences for her lover were infinitely more serious. Of course, she no more anticipated the note that fell through her door, but the distress she heard in her lover’s voice as soon as she picked up the telephone made her instantly anxious. She walked briskly back to the vicarage, the crisp white envelope inanimate and inert next to her pounding heart.

With tears barely held back they sat side-by-side on a sofa overlooking the garden to examine the source of their disquiet. Two identical envelopes contained two identical notes, handwritten on thick, expensive paper.

Attached to each were slightly different photographs of the same scene: Sue, naked, her head thrown back in rapture, her elbows playing inharmonious chords on an open piano behind, hypnotized by the loving attention of a woman whose face was buried between her naked thighs. Few would have had any difficulty recognizing Sarah from the cut of her hair or the distinctive rings on the hand rapturously caressing Sue’s right breast.

“What will we do?” Sue begged.

“Exactly what we’re told,” Sarah replied.

Pretending to be engaged in nothing of even the lightest importance, Sarah got up early, showered, dressed, breakfasted and left her husband to look after the house and the staff. She drove the ancient, choking Volvo round to the vicarage and waited, as silently as the old car would allow, for Sue to walk down the drive, her face etched pensively. In silence, they drove to the appointed place, parked in the appointed car park, walked along the appointed path. They were both familiar with the managed and protected woodland they had been brought to, both apprehensive and completely uncertain where the specific path they were on ended.

Stopping suddenly to check the note clasped tight in her hand, Sarah whispered: “Here.” Taking a visibly nervous Sue by the hand she led them into the narrowest of gaps through a cluster of trees – a gap few, they both trusted, would notice let alone use, unless someone pointed it out. Who, they wondered in uneasy silence, had brought them to this place?

Through the trees they entered a hollow, warmed by the early morning summer sun, scented by the random sprinkling of wild flowers. “There,” Sarah sighed, pointing to a large checkered blanket smoothed flat beneath the arms of a majestic oak. As they walked onto the blanket Sarah felt Sue shaking nervously.

“Hush,” she whispered, pulling her friend close to her and holding her tight, kissing her hair lightly. “Hush,” she repeated, “we just get through it, just do it, maybe we …”

“What?” Sue cried, her voice only a step or two back from a sob, “enjoy it … enjoy putting on a show for some frustrated old Harridan.”

“Yes,” Sarah replied, “yes, that’s exactly what we do. Don’t you see, whoever and whatever the mysterious Madam S is, Harridan, Harlot or Heavenly Angel, we can’t let her feel like we’re her playthings.”

“That’s just what we are, toys in some dirty game. Why are we here? – because she’s denizli escort got photographs we daren’t risk her sharing with anyone else … and soon she’ll have more!”

“But she’s obviously not going to share them, is she? Sure, she’s probably hiding somewhere in those trees right now as excited as a bitch on heat, but she’s a voyeur not a blackmailer. As you said, she’s already got photographs we daren’t risk her sharing … which she’s used to get us here.”

“Exactly.”

“Sue, darling,” Sarah whispered, combing her lover’s hair from her sad face, “trust me, I know I’m right. Whoever has got us here has done so solely for her own pleasure – OK, yes, I’m sure she’s going to take more photographs, but for her own amusement …”

“But her note …”

“… told us to come here – it didn’t actually threaten us if we didn’t, we just assumed we had no choice …”

“… so we can just leave now?”

“Well,” Sarah pondered, “I suppose, if I’m right, yeah, we could.” Silent in thought for a moment she gently caressed Sue’s shoulders, loving as always the feel of her lover’s warm body beneath her fingers. “But why should we? This place is a lot safer than the vicarage – let’s face it, we’ve been in danger of getting ‘caught’ since the day you first seduced me …”

“… I seduced you!”

“OK, since we seduced each other.”

The two lovers stood still and silent for a moment, speaking only through the look in their eyes and the gentleness of their touch. They had made love many times, finding in each other and for each other, depths of passion and sensual expression neither had imagined possible. Though both had enjoyed, and occasionally worried about, moments of curiosity before falling into each other’s arms, the moment they had actually fallen into each other’s arms had been a shock.

Almost without realizing it was happening, they became close friends so quickly that one accidental and innocently intimate embrace in the ladies room of the Parish Hall, after the official lunch, led to a kiss of such passion that they simply could not resist, breathless and confused though they were, rushing their hands up and down each other’s body.

“Phew – but not here darling. Anyone could come in!” Sarah smoothed down my skirt.

“Come for coffee,’ insisted a flustered Sue.

And that was it for the time being. Having agreed to meet at the vicarage when circumstances allowed, the get-together happened sooner than they could have imagined.

Steered by some magical intuition, they had pulled each other into the study, undressed hurriedly and surrendered to the gifted calm of Sapphic desire. It was a desire they had delighted in ever since. It was a desire that, notwithstanding the unreasonable iniquity that had brought them to this place, they could not deny lived strong inside them – irresistibly strong.

As if wanting to recreate all the first-time passion of that first kiss, Sue let her head fall slightly to one side, opened her mouth and pulled Sarah close. As they kissed they caressed, as they caressed they undressed. As they undressed they lost themselves, just as always, in the comfort and beautiful expectation of sensual fulfilment that their love always brought them.

Just as Sarah had guessed, I sat twenty feet away, hidden but not really hiding, a voyeur, not a threat – too young to be a Harridan, too discerning to be a Harlot, but too impious to be an Angel. Too impious, I have to confess, to resist a burning desire to seduce a vicar’s wife. To that extent, Sarah had misjudged me. Of course I had no intention of using my photographs to cause them harm – they were for my continued pleasure; though the pleasure I intended winning for myself went beyond just watching.

Even so, for now, I was content to watch and amuse myself. I took a few pictures of them caressing, semi-naked now, their loving hands glancing up and down their firm thighs and buttocks. They were women in their prime – still beautiful, still blessed with smooth creamy skin, still lithe and supple, but also deliciously mature and beguiling. I put my camera down and just watched as they finished undressing, enjoying with shameless want the look and scent of their lovely bodies – their full yet soft breasts, darkly alluring nipples and achingly desirable pussies.

As they knelt together on the smooth and expensive blanket I had provided, woven according to the label from the finest lamb’s wool, I slowly unbuttoned my sleeveless blouse and caressed the familiarly warm and soft roundness of my breasts, feeling my nipples harden in my palm, feeling my heart racing beneath. While Sarah tenderly kissed Sue’s beautifully aroused nipples, one after the other, I slid my favorite fingers down to my hot, waiting sex. While Sue casually ran her fingers between her plump labia, happily lost to the pleasure of Sarah’s kiss, I copied her – pressing my knickers into the juiciness of my vulva. I wanted to feel my first orgasm – oozing, creamy and wanton – through the faux-virginal-purity of eskişehir escort cool white cotton. I wanted to come with Sue.

In truth, I wanted much more besides. I wanted to come with Sue and for her. I wanted her to feel and taste me while I came. I wanted to have her for my own. I wanted to hear her crying out for more and more as my tongue worked her magic. I wanted to hear her beg for me to love her and please her for ever … and I wanted to do all that with Sarah nearby, watching and accepting the joy her lover would find beneath my touch.

I continued to watch them, watch as Sarah’s kisses eased down Sue’s wonderful body – a body I desired so much. I watched as Sue’s fingers began to squeeze and caress her clitoris more ardently – a clitoris I wanted sp much. I envied Sarah so as she entwined her lips and tongue with Sue’s fingers, tasting and pleasing the lady’s delicious vagina.

Slowly, my concentration turned inward. I needed to come. I needed to please myself now. I needed to feel once again those fabulous fluttering angels at play deep inside me. I needed to feel once again their sparkling beams of lust fizzing through me. I needed to feel once again the sensuous certainty of impending and inexorable joy warming every part of my body. With Sue’s now demanding and unrestrained cries of exhilaration and want filling the air I closed my eyes and let passion command me. My first orgasm, as always, was beautifully … and, as always, I wanted more.

With quiet control I slipped off my knickers, lay back against a tree and masturbated openly, wonderfully, dirtily, unceasingly for thirty minutes, while Sarah and Sue made noisy and mutually satisfying love. Mmm, ladies, make me come, I moaned softly to myself while my fingers slid in and around my wet pussy, my clitoris pulsing more urgently beneath my fingertips. I squeezed, pressed and caressed my familiarly swollen and sensitive clitoris, swooning beneath the intensity of my arousal.

Sensing an orgasm of violent and significant meaning, I drove a third finger inside my hot and slippery vagina, shuddering gorgeously as ripples of lustful pleasure began to fan out through my body. Rocking side to side with pleasure and desire I felt my hard nipples flow across the softness of my breasts, like ships laden with Sapphic want. I took myself completely, took full a complete possession of my body, teasing and loving myself towards satisfaction, luscious vibrations coursing through my body.

I wanted to come so much now, wanted to exploit the depth and intensity of my lust for another woman’s lover. I want you Sue, I sighed as quietly as I could, my mind flooding with a riotous tumult of salacious thoughts and impious longing. As I felt the first tremors of climax quivering inside me I craved the feel of Sarah’s lips around my excitedly-hard nipples and of Sue’s tongue inside my succulent pussy.

I took myself above and beyond the first plains of pleasure, higher and higher towards the Sapphic goddesses, with Sue and Sarah my spiritual soul-mates. Who knows how many times I came – a lady doesn’t keep score. All I can say is I was, at least for a while, sated before my victims and my inspiration.

Picking up my camera I rushed off a dozen or so shots of them lost in delirious lust, slipped my knickers back on and left them. When they got back to their car they would find two fresh envelopes on their seats, each with a selection of new photographs and an identical note: ‘tomorrow, same time and place as always’.

Sarah takes up the story.

At 10.30am, Thursday morning, as always. It was a warm day. The scent from the blossom in the rear garden was fragrant. I loved that garden – so much more personal than mine at the house. But that’s probably because it was associated with my dearest friend and lover. After letting myself in through the kitchen door at the back of the vicarage, I was surprised to hear a familiar but curious noise from the study – a discordant chord on the piano as accompaniment to a squeal.

I didn’t recognize the squeal as Sue’s – I’d heard that often enough to know. But it was, nevertheless, the kind of sound that would accompany a female orgasm. I was curious to say the least. Well, it’s what was the study for the previous occupants but now more of a music room, and Sue’s private lounge, with the grand piano in the bay window, a comfortable chez facing the fireplace with a cotton throw over it, a coffee table and sheepskin rug in front of it. But the old name stuck. To me, it was our love nest.

I walked quickly through the hall and into the open doorway to the study – and stopped dead, gob-smacked. I was stunned and bewildered at what I saw. Sitting on the piano stool which I and Sue used so many times to pleasure each other’s vulva, leaning back with her elbows on the piano lid, was a young woman. She had a beautiful face. A flawless olive skin, with sparkling green eyes, high cheekbones, pouting lips, a pretty little nose, all framed by lustrous dark hair. She wore a light-green summer dress, izmit escort reflecting the color of here eyes, but now unbuttoned and parted from top to bottom.

Beneath it she was completely naked. I was amazed, to say the least, as I stared at the young woman’s small but perfect breasts, her dark, almost black, erect nipples, her flat smooth belly with trimmed public curls. And gorgeous long and muscular thighs, now open wide enjoying Sue’s lips and tongue at their center. All I could see of Sue was the back of her head.

A coffee pot was already glugging away on the coffee table at the side of the room, giving off a pleasant aroma. A plate of M&S biscuit curls, cups and saucers and the other necessary things were set on the table in front of the chez, on which we often made love, together with the usual overflowing fruit bowl. It’s curious the way some familiar things look different at such life-changing moments.

“Sarah!” The woman breathed my name with aristocratic confidence, drawing my attention back to them. “We’ve been waiting for you.” Our eyes met.

I found it difficult to speak for the moment. I just looked at her questioningly.

“Er… and er… you are?” I replied, clearly shaken.

Falling back on her heels while turning to face me, Sue whispered smoothly, with lips shiny with the ladies come, “Sarah, darling – this is ‘Madam S’, or as you know her better, Lady Sappho.”

“Clara!” I cried.

“Of course, who did you think it would be?”

“I … er …”

“Darling,” Sue breathes seductively, standing now to usher you towards us, “come here…”

“Did – er… did you …”

“Make her come? Yes angel, and so must you, she has the sweetest tasting pussy …”

“I mean,” I said, irritation clear in my voice, “did you arrange what happened yesterday?”

“Er, well, yes,” Sue smiles.

“How?”

“Just like you,” Clara smiled, “Sue sent me some feedback … and we e-mailed … then, we, er, chatted and … well, you know what happens.”

“And then you started trying to seduce her,” I added.

“Well, it wasn’t hard putting two and two together and …”

“And I,” Sue whispers, “wanted to do something special,” she continues, now next to me, unbuttoning my blouse.

“She is naked,” Clara said almost as a narrative. “Naked and fragrant, the scent of my pussy on her lips, the want of your’s in her eyes. She wants you Sarah – we both do. Will you share yourself with us both? Will you let us both kiss you and lick you? Will you let me join you and your lover, let you both use and enjoy my younger but no less lovely body?”

Clara leaned back against the piano, legs apart. Her loins and vulva attracting my gaze. They were lit by the sun shining through the window, glistening through the pubic curls. Her hand reached down. Her slender fingers toying with the labia and clitoris. She masturbated lazily whilst spinning her fantasy in her soft low, sexy voice.

“As my nipples ache for a woman’s touch – I would so love to feel your lips around them right now, feel your tongue coiling around them, capturing them, drawing them into your mouth … while your fingers slip between my thighs. Oh I, I have to confess, I have been playing with myself there already. I couldn’t wait for you, couldn’t bare the agony of wanting to come for someone new any longer.”

Sue was now exploring my6 own aroused vulva with her sensitive fingers, drawing out the juices. I was mesmerized watching Clara finger herself.

“When did you last seduce someone new Sarah?” she asked. “When did you last slip your hand between two warm yet unfamiliar thighs, slide your fingers between unfamiliar labia, ease them inside an unfamiliar vagina? I can see you trembling now, imagining doing all that with me? I know you love me talking about my vagina Sarah. How much more would you adore the taste of her? Mmm, she’s so wet now, waiting for you … imagine those are your fingers slipping inside me now”

Her voice was seductive. As I imagined the scenario she spoke of, my own fingers had wandered into Sue’s soft, wet vulva.

“I had a lovely time with Sue,” she continued. “She was lying back on the chez, one knee bent, resting on the couch, the other stretched on one side, giving me access to her knickerless groin. I toyed with it, teasing the clit and labia, until the vagina dilated and closed with her in her muscles flexing gently. Her juices were beginning to ooze. Without a word, she took my head in her hands and pressed it into her groin. She was purring – really purring!”

“And I,” Sue whispered, “wanted to do something special.” She was unbuttoning my blouse as she spoke. “Just for you.” and my blouse was eased from my shoulders. Of course, I wasn’t wearing a bra – I rarely do when I go to visit my friend. Then Sue reached her face to mine and kissed me softly, smearing my lips with Clara’s pussy juices. Oh fuck! They tasted so good. So fucking good! I wanted more.

“She is naked I – naked and fragrant.” Clara added. My senses were already disturbed with lust. “And the scent of my pussy is on her lips as well. She wants you I – you can tell by the look in her eyes – we both do. Come on, share yourself with us? Will you let us both kiss you and lick you? Will you let me join you and your lover, let you both use and enjoy my younger but no more lovely body?”

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Today was the day. I was to carry out another one of your tasks and I was nervous, yet very excited.

I start out the morning with the ordinary things. Wake up at six a.m, comb my hair and put it in a clip, brush my teeth. I run the shower to make sure that the water is just right before I get in. I grab my razor, buff puff and Japanese cherry blossom shower gel, and when I am happy with the water temperature, I get into the shower.

I begin by standing under the spray and letting the water caress my body in warm cascades down my back, breasts, ass. I shave my underarms then let the warm water flow down my back as I bend over to shave my legs. Once complete, I begin shaving bare the pussy that you own, making sure that the lips are as smooth as you like them to be. When they are, I apply a dollop of shower gel to my buff puff and let the lightly scented lather arouse my senses. After I soap my body down, I use my finger to play with my hardened nipples, sliding my hands down my body to tease the clit that pouts prettily from beneath my blossom scented pussy lips.

I slide first one finger, then another, inside my warmth, while making lazy circles on my clit with my thumb. Back leaned up against the shower wall, I moan in excited bliss as I near climax. Stopping abruptly, I shake my head, forgetting that I have to finish getting dressed and head to work. I rinse my body, step out of the shower and wrap myself in a fluffy towel.

Walking to my dressing room, visions of tonight and what I term as the inevitable, dance through my mind. You have told me that your desire is for me to meet up with a girlfriend and let things flow where they may, and, if the evening turns out to be physical, that I must tongue fuck her to orgasm. Tonight is inevitable because I have plans to meet up with a girlfriend that I have a sexual attraction to. Tonight will be the easiest task you have set before me, all the way down to thinking about you as we fuck each other. Did I mention that she has a thing for me too?

When I enter my dressing room, I sit down on the bed and finish drying my body. I smile because just yesterday you told me that the picture I sent you was the sexiest so far. I smile a little more because I can’t wait until you see the pictures that I plan to get for you tonight. I glance over at my outfit and think that you would be pleased. It’s sexy but in an understated way and the teddy for the evening is sure to top it all off. Taking a look at the clock, I realize that I have lollygagged way too much.

I grab the Japanese cherry blossom lotion from the dressing table and after putting a small amount in my hands, I rub it on my nipples and the small of my back where my tattoo is. I take more lotion, and rub it down my arms, sit down on the bed, then rub some down the smooth expanse of leg that will be showing. Now, taking the sandalwood scented oil (your favorite) off the table, I rub some in the palm of my hands, and use those hands to massage the oil on to my freshly shaven pussy. I make sure that every inch of my pussy is covered in oil, even rubbing a bit denizli escort onto my protruding clit.

Next I slip on my coral Frederick’s of Hollywood bra and the matching sheer thong that you’ve heard me talk about. I pull a coral silk sleeveless shirt over my head and slide my little flirty black mini skirt over my legs. As I slip my feet into black wedge heeled sandals, I add sandalwood scented deodorant, take the clip from my hair and finger comb it so that it looks like you began my day by tangling your fingers in it. When I feel confident that you would approve of how I look, I spritz myself with a bit of cherry blossom cologne, grab my black purse and my bag of toys and head for the door.

In the car, I put on my favorite CD and let the music take me away from the traffic and long drive to work, to the task for this evening.

“…Come to my shoulder when you need to weep, Wake me up, when you cannot sleep, Talk to me, when you want to be heard, Be silent with me, when you can’t say a word, That’s all I’ll ever ask, That’s all I’ll ever ask, That’s all I’ll ever ask, Of you… So just come to me for anything at all, Call my name, it’s yours to call…”

Angel. My best friend. Hmmm. Nothing for tonight was confirmed yet but I still had an hour or so before that happened. She wouldn’t be able to resist the opportunity for us to see each other and will do anything to make that happen. I was anticipating seeing her because we had not seen each other in several months and the last time we did, we almost got sexual. There’s something to be said for having a gorgeous best friend who gets you wet as easily as she lends you her shoulder.

At your urging, your demand to have a task obeyed, I have asked Angel to meet me for drinks at a local bar, talk about old times, and for the first time in our lives together, follow the flow of the evening. She agreed and now I await a confirmation call from her regarding tonight.

Just before I arrive at work, it comes, Angel will be there and can’t wait. After a quick two minute conversation, we blow kisses to each other, say “Love Ya!”, and hang up. I pull into my parking space at work and hurry into my office where the first thing I do is open my email program to alert you that phase one is complete. Angel will meet me at 8pm at the local Friday’s.

Sitting at work, trying to get stuff done, I get aroused at the prospect of how the evening will go. Constant emails from you tell me that everything will be fine and regardless of what happens, you’ll be proud of me. You have my confidence level at such a high point, that by the time I leave work at 7pm, not only am I drenched with desire and wanting for both you and Angel, but my butterflies have gone and I know tonight will be done for you.

Angel arrives at Friday’s a few minutes after me and calls my cell to locate me in the crowded restaurant. I direct her to the corner of the bar where I’m sitting. She sees me, waves as she blows kisses my way and saunters over in that sexy Angel way. As I watch her walk toward me, adana escort I am in awe of her beauty.

Angel is a statuesque, five foot eight, Greek bombshell. Lithe from years of ballet, she looks as if she floats on air as she walks. Her jet black hair is pulled away from her face and cascading down her back, barely sitting on the top of her luscious ass. She has an olive complexion from frequent visits back home to spend time with family and dark, dreamy, bedroom eyes. Her fingernails are long and manicured, painted with just a hint of color, and she is so stunning that she has the glorious ability to be make-up free. Tonight she has on an ivory colored mini skirt with matching jacket, an ivory and caramel colored bustier and ivory colored stiletto sandals. Perfect 38DDD breasts seated above a tiny waist complete the picture.

The closer she gets to me, the wetter I get and the more I notice the head of everyone in the bar turning towards her. In seconds she is standing in front of me kissing me full on the mouth. She takes her lips off mine, winks at me and orders a tequila sunrise for me and a margarita for herself. The atmosphere around us is lively, and we stay there no longer than necessary to keep up appearances. After two drinks, with both of us feeling bold and giddy, we leave the restaurant arm in arm.

As we walk across the parking lot toward our cars, we gingerly caress each other and Angel leans down to brush the hair from my face and kiss my temple. We arrive at my car and I invite her to get in. She on the other hand has better plans. She took the initiative to rent a room at one of the hotels near the restaurant and we leave our cars where they are to walk over. We get to the hotel, Angel checks us in and we ride the elevator to our room. While in the elevator, our hands are everywhere as our tongues explore each others mouths. When the elevator stops on our floor, we quickly pull ourselves together and run barefoot to our room.

Angel lets us in our room, and no sooner than the door closes, we are in each others arms. This time we are gentler because we know we have all night to explore. Angel starts by pushing me into a sitting position on the bed so that I can watch the slow strip tease that she has begun for me. As she gyrates her hips, taking off each article of clothing, I am overcome with desire and reach for her. She tenderly pushes me away and when she is completely nude, she begins to undress me, kissing and licking each bit of flesh that she exposes.

When I am as naked as she is, she lays down beside me and we kiss while playing with each others breasts. I break our kiss and lean over to take one of her nipples into my mouth. With my free hand, I pinch and tweak the nipple of her other breast. As I alternate between each tender bud, I feel Angel’s hand slide its way down my body towards my moist honey pot. She tenderly inserts one finger inside me and I see stars as she starts to finger my pussy slowly, taking time to lightly pinch my clit each time she removes her finger.

One finger turns manisa escort to two and as she fucks me, she takes my mouth from her nipple, guides my face to hers and asks me to tell her what I want. Overcome with need, I smile, hoping she’ll take the hint. Instead, she shakes her head and tells me that she wants me to tell her what I want. “I want you to eat my pussy,” I say, in the barest of whispers. Angel still isn’t satisfied with my response and adds a third finger to my aching pussy. Each time she takes her fingers out of my pussy, she lightly grazes my clit, causing me to shudder in delight. She knows what I want, but wants me to verbalize it for her. Again I tell her that I want her to suck my sweet pussy.

She fucks me harder and faster with her fingers, nibbling on my nipples as she does. My hips pump up and down. “Please eat my pussy,” I beg. I need her to take my pussy into her mouth. “Please eat my pussy, Angel.” She has me say it over and over until she’s satisfied that I mean it. When she’s convinced, she takes the tip of her tongue and licks the slit of my pussy then dips her tongue inside full force, teasing my clit with her mouth. I moan in ecstasy as my legs tense for the first wave of my orgasm. Opening them wider to give her better access, I play with my breasts, licking and sucking on my nipples as she puts a finger inside of me, still licking and sucking on my pussy.

Angel ferociously devours me with soft licks and sucks as my legs open wider and wider. I cum in waves of spasm after spasm until I am fully spent. She lifts her cum covered face from my pussy and I pull her to me, sucking my sweetness from her tongue before motioning her to straddle my face. She does and I use my tongue to lift the hood of her clit to expose her sugar morsel. I close my lips around it and gently suck. God she is delicious!

As I suck and lick her clit, she pumps her body up and down on my face, moaning my name and begging me to tongue fuck her. When I’ve teased her enough, I plunge my tongue inside her pussy like it’s a dick and tongue fuck her for all its worth. Angel grips the headboard as she smothers me with her pussy and I feel her juices flowing onto my face. Still licking and sucking her precious gifts, I stick a finger inside of her and curl it to stimulate her G-Spot. Angel goes crazy and her pussy is so wet that as I finger her, it sounds like a plunger being used.

I love the sounds her body is making from my assault on her pussy and it drives me crazy. I wildly lick Angel from her pretty pussy, to her ass and back again, licking and sucking and fingering her. Her clit is so swollen that it feels like it fills my entire mouth. I continue to suck on her clit when suddenly, her body spasms and she cums. She’s trying to hold back her screams but I coax them out of her as I whisper words of love to her with my mouth still on her pussy.

I stop sucking her clit and place wide, slow licks on her pussy. I use my tongue as a blanket to soak up every bit of her sweet cum. She brings herself back to earth by caressing her breasts and gyrating slowly on my face. I slide from underneath her, my face covered in her sex juices, and bring her face to me for a soul searing kiss. Exhausted, we fall to the bed in each others arms.

Satiated and satisfied, we drift off to sleep, my last thought being how pleased and proud of me you would be.

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Warning: Just to let the more squeamish readers know, this story contains themes of domination, nonconsent, and reluctance, as well as a lot of pain.

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This is not the end of our story, and it’s definitely not the beginning. This is just one delicious fruit from our lovely relationship. I hope when she reads this she understands how much I love her.

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Leaning against the futon, I sighed with boredom and turned off the television. Janet was lying across the couch, her head in my lap as she read a magazine. I idly played with her hair for a little before standing up, frustrated.

“Jan?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” Janet answered distractedly.

“I’m so bored! Can we…” I paused and switched to my timid, submissive voice. “Can we play tonight?”

A smile creased her face as she turned away from her magazine to stare me in the eyes. Already slipping into my role, I bit my lip and let my gaze drop to my feet. She was silent for a moment.

“Of course we can, let’s go get dressed!” she exclaimed with enthusiasm. As she turned, heading to the bedroom, I grabbed her arm.

“Um, hold on.” She looked at me curiously. “This is going to sound weird, I think. Um, can I…can you be…um.”

“Yes, Charlotte?” Janet waited with her typical patience.

“Can you be mean tonight? I want you to hurt me. I want to scream and struggle and beg you to stop…and I want you to force it on me anyways,” I said, the words pouring out in a rush.

The words echoed in my head, and as I considered them, the heat of embarrassment rose to my cheeks. I continued examining my toes, shifting my weight shyly from one foot to the other. Hearing her step closer, I felt her hands on my head, tilting it so that I was forced to look at her. Her face was tremendously excited, and her eyes burned with lust.

“You are so hot! How can you look so innocent and still say things like that?” She pecked me affectionately on the lips, then dragged me by the hand to the bedroom. “Come on, let’s get started!”

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She looked magnificent, her beautiful curves straining against her tight leather corset and skirt. Her heels made her tower above me, even more than usual, and her stockings accentuated her long legs. The entire ensemble was black, matching her black hair and deep brown eyes. Her imposing presence stirred my submissive side, which urged me to fall to my knees.

To contrast with her outfit, I wore simple cotton panties and a white cotton nightgown. I was ready to push my limits tonight, so I tried very hard to focus on the short scenario we had planned. The most difficult part was to repress my desire for her. I shook with the effort of it but gave Janet the thumbs-up which signaled that I was ready to start. She nodded and stalked towards me.

“What are you doing in my room, Janet? And w-why are you dressed like that?” I asked, backpedalling away.

“Do you like it, Charlotte? Does it make you hot? I’m wearing it just for you,” she answered, her voice heavy with lust.

“I, um…I don’t like girls like that. Um, in that way,” I said unconvincingly. She had closed the distance, and she stared down into my eyes, our faces inches apart. I held her stare at first but eventually I had to look away. I unconsciously leaned in to kiss her. Try harder! I berated myself. You’re supposed to be reluctant!

She was drawing closer, her mouth dangerously close to mine. I brought my hands up to push her away, but she grasped my wrists, pulling my arms out of the way. It was too easy for her. I couldn’t find any appropriate words for my role. All I could think of to say was, “Please take me, Mistress” or “Let me please you, Mistress.” Fight back! I thought, Just react!

I turned my head from her inviting, parted lips, writhing in her grip. She must have been startled at how strongly I was resisting, because I almost broke free. Quickly recovering, she regained her hold on me, tackling me to the bed. She pinned me down, flat on my back, with her body. Her fingers tightened around my wrists painfully. She was actually using her full strength to restrain me, not holding back at all, and I got denizli escort a surprising thrill out of her physical dominance.

“Get off me, you pervert! What are you doing! Get off!” I improvised, the words tumbling out naturally now. I tried to kick at her, but I didn’t have a good angle for it. Still bucking, I continued to yell and holler as she kissed me roughly on the neck. No, kiss is too soft a word. She attacked my neck, nipping and biting, raising bruises as she assaulted the tender flesh. I strove to hold onto the bittersweet unpleasantness of being forced, but the quickly growing pleasure from her attentions swept it away. Janet must have sensed this because she suddenly stopped, rising and flipping me onto my stomach.

She pinioned my arms behind me and began tying my wrists together with a soft rope. My wrists were firmly bound together, but she kept going, looping it up my forearms and past my elbows until she reached my shoulders. I tested the ropes, feeling the moistness in my panties as I relished how tightly I was bound. No, no, I scolded myself again, you don’t like this! Arching my back and rocking on my stomach, I tried to shake her off, but she was sitting securely on top of me. I kept up the struggle anyway, the very real futility of it helping me maintain my fantasy.

“You…you can’t do this to me!” I whimpered, the words coming almost unbidden. She answered with a wicked laugh.

“I’ve just started, you little cunt,” she said ominously. “You’re a dirty slut, and I’m going to make you scream tonight.”

A delicious, frightful shudder rolled through my body at her verbal abuse. I strained at my bonds and flailed my legs. “Let me go!”

I felt a sharp sting that shocked me into stillness. It took me a few seconds to figure out that she had whipped the arch of my foot with a riding crop.

“Stay still, cunt!” she demanded, striking me again.

“No! Let me go you fucking crazy bitch!” I screeched, the agonizing pain exciting genuine fear and anger.

She said nothing and rotated to face my legs, binding the ankles and calves together, ending the ties above my knees. Immobilized, I flopped around as she moved to a new position. Eventually I ended up on my stomach across her lap, savoring her warm thighs on my skin. I was so easily distracted! I chewed myself out: What are you doing? She’s hurting you. You don’t want any part of her touching you!

I flexed my limbs, and the ropes didn’t budge an inch. I wallowed in the sense of helplessness, feeding it all my attention, willing it to consume me. The crop slashed at my feet, interrupting my thoughts. I howled, trying to wriggle away from her, but she easily held me there, whipping my sensitive soles again and again. I didn’t need to think very hard anymore to play my role.

“Please stop! It hurts! It’s too much! It’s too-” The rest of my complaints degenerated into strangled gasps. She repeatedly hit the tortured skin, bringing tears to my eyes.

“I’ll stop when you’ve learned your lesson, you disobedient slut,” she said, flogging my feet faster. My breaths grew rapid and shallow, and I felt my heart racing. I could only focus on one thought: I can’t get away. I can’t get away. I can’t get away. The rest of my mind was a confused jumble, and I barely noticed when she finally stopped. The cool air whisked over my bare ass as her hand lifted the hem of my nightgown. She massaged my cheeks, squeezing the ample flesh as she pulled on my panties, wedging the cotton between my pussy lips. A moan of pleasure escaped my mouth before I could stop myself.

“What was that, you horny cunt? Do I need to punish you again so soon?” Her voice was harsh with anger.

“No! Please, no more,” I pleaded. My feet were almost numb with the pain. “I can’t…I can’t take any more. Please don’t hurt me.”

“Let’s hear you beg. If I like what I hear, I’ll consider it,” she offered.

“I’m begging you, Jan-ah!” A whip of the crop cut me off.

“Mistress,” she corrected.

“M-Mistress…” I stumbled over the usually familiar word. “I’m begging you to stop. Please, I can’t stand the pain…”

What did she want to hear?

“I’m sorry for moaning, I’ll be quiet now if you just…if you just let me go.”

“Say you’re a horny slut and apologize for adana escort being so disobedient,” she demanded.

Getting carried away, I almost said the demeaning words. But then I stopped, concentrating on how she had treated me and how much it hurt, making myself more and more indignant.

“Why should I say that!? You tied me up and abused me. I didn’t ask for this. Let me go!”

She muffled the rest of my diatribe by pushing my face into the sheets.

“That, my poor slut, is the wrong answer.” Her hand circled my ass once, digging into the flesh, then left it. I heard a scritching sound and felt duct tape wrapping around my fingers. I wiggled them in panic, but it was no use of course. It didn’t matter how much I concentrated on my finger muscles. They couldn’t even twitch an inch. Only now that they were bound could I appreciate how much those small movements helped before. But she had taken even that little bit of freedom away. The overwhelming helplessness came back, stronger than ever.

Abruptly, she spanked me on the left cheek, hard. I yelped in surprise.

“Please! Ja-Mistress! Have some mercy-” She forced my face into the sheets again, almost absent-mindedly. I could still breathe easily, but it was hard to make myself heard.

She continued her assault, alternating back and forth. They were full-armed smacks, stinging the skin and bruising deep into my muscles. The pain quickly escalated, and I was suddenly aware that I was crying at the top of my lungs.

“God, it hurts! Oh…fuck! Please stop! Ah!”

My mouth tasted salty with the tears that were rolling down my cheeks as I wept and sobbed. I struggled and writhed in my bonds, but with her hand holding my head down, I found that I could only really move my hips. An overpowering feeling of vulnerability swamped me, drowning me in its depths. The skin of my rear burned and my glutes ached as she continued the spanking, but the sensations seemed distant.

The pain was growing unbearable, but I felt something different stirring in me as well. It was a twisted delight at being hurt so badly. My mind raced in circles: There’s no way out. I can’t stop it. There’s no way out…

The conflicting sensations collided, shattering my thoughts into a cluttered mess. I lost all track of time as her torment went on. Her voice brought me back to the present.

“You’ve been such a bad slut, but I hope you’ll remember this lesson. I’m going to make you come now. Don’t get excited – you’re not going to like it. I’ll make sure you’re so sore that every spasm hurts,” she said with malicious pleasure.

Her vicious promise excited me into an uncontrollable, scared shudder. My quivering, restrained by the ropes, reminded me just how securely I was restrained. Another tremor rolled through me at the thought, this time a mix of arousal and fear.

Stuffing some pillows under my stomach, she propped my hips into the air so that my ass was sticking out. Cutting my panties apart with a pair of scissors, she peeled them off. She rubbed the wet material all over my face, and I sputtered in protest. Slapping my cheek, she stuffed the crotch in my mouth and tied it in place. The panties in my mouth didn’t really stop me from talking, but I couldn’t escape the humiliating taste of my pussy. Fresh tears from her slap and my degradation mingled with the juices on my face. I trembled in shame as she dragged her tongue up my cheek, lapping up the mixture.

“Delicious. You’re so beautiful when you cry,” she complimented with a wicked grin.

Moving behind me, she adjusted my thighs to expose my pussy lips. They swelled as the wind from her small movements tickled them. She tied my upper legs in position, keeping my lips bared. Her fingers rubbed my labia gently, and I moaned in surprise. She fondled my breast over my nightgown, playing lightly with my nipple. Every caress felt incredible after being subjected to so much pain. I sighed in relief.

I should have known better.

Simultaneously, her fingers pinched and pulled my nipple while her other hand slapped my cunt. I exhaled in shock. She alternately mauled my breast and tortured the nipple, leaving me little chance to catch my breath. Her palm hit my pussy lips hard. There were ten distinct smacks before I lost count in the agony. eskişehir escort She switched hands so that she could abuse my other breast. The released nipple, numb from her pinches, started hurting as the feeling returned to it. Her hands swapped places again and again, and all I could think about were my aching chest and tender pussy.

I started to breathe more easily when the onslaught stopped. Her fingers spread my labia, revealing the so far untouched part of my pussy. My whole body convulsed at the sharp sting of the crop on my clit . Trying to scream, I spit out my gag, but discovered that I had lost my voice. A strangled sob was all that I could manage. After three hits, I felt dizzy and couldn’t see straight. I don’t want this! Please stop! I cried mentally, the words reverberating in my head. My tears were flowing freely with frustration at my impotent silence. It hurts too much! I don’t want this!

The pain was worse than everything that had come before. It didn’t drown out the other residual sensations; instead it exacerbated them. The muscles in my ass throbbed with bruises, the skin still burning. My feet twitched and curled, feeling raw with the whipping. The flesh of my breasts tingled from her squeezing, and my nipples could barely stand the fabric of my nightgown on them. On top of all these sensations were the shrieking nerves of my pussy lips and the excruciating pain in my clit. Another lash of the crop drove me to desperation. I suddenly found my voice and cried out.

“Giraffe! Giraffe! Giraffe!” The whipping stopped. I had never used my safe word before, and I was elated I could even remember it. I lay there for a moment, regaining my breath, ready to be freed.

The crop whooshed as it struck me again on the clit, with even more force than before. My eyes widened with shock. I had said my safe word! It was unmistakable – she should have stopped! As if mocking my denial, the crop hit my clitoris again mercilessly. Panic welled up inside me, quickly replaced by horror. Then, worst of all, the sense of abandonment. Janet didn’t care about me; she just wanted a toy to abuse and hurt for her own enjoyment. My stomach twisted in a tight knot at the thought.

A whirl of emotions tore through me, but the physical and psychological pain drove almost all of them out. Only one survived: the masochistic thrill of being abused in my helpless state. Exhausted and weak, I surrendered to it, focusing on the complaints of my tortured body and the tightness of ropes imprisoning me.

The perverse desire grew exponentially stronger as I dwelled on it, overwhelming me in a flash. My climax hit me roughly, aggravating the my sore nipples and pussy and ass. I rocked and shuddered against my restraints, pulsing with the aftershocks. Through it all, an exquisite bliss filled my mind, the pleasure deeper and more intense than any orgasm I’ve ever had. As my senses blurred, the depraved satisfaction lingered until I lapsed into unconsciousness.

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I woke naked under the sheets, my head lying on Janet’s lap. Stirring myself, I tried to get up, but my aching body refused. She looked down, a concerned expression on her face.

“Oh you finally woke up! I’ve been out of my mind all morning worrying about you!” The anxiety in her face stretched and twisted into sadness. “I’m…I’m so sorry! I thought that ignoring your safe word would really get you off – or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself. Honestly, I just…” Her voice dropped to a quiet murmur. “I enjoyed hurting you. I enjoyed imagining how you must feel, trapped and helpless, totally in my control.”

She sighed heavily. “Please don’t hate me. I’m so sorry.”

A million phrases rushed through my head. A small part of me did want to yell and rant at her. But the far greater part wanted to comfort her, thank her, love her. I couldn’t decide what to say, so I just babbled.

“You’re the only one-” I choked as a sob rose unexpectedly in my throat. “I wouldn’t trust anyone else…I love you.”

She looked on the verge of tears. “Oh Charlotte! Oh, you know I love you too.”

Bending over, she kissed me on top of my head, holding me to her chest. She clasped my hand tightly and reassuringly. I snuggled into her embrace, sniffling a little, feeling safe and secure.

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(Germaine and Marie-Jeanne)

A LESBIAN STORY

*****

Germaine could not stop looking at her watch. She was anxiously waiting to finish her shift at the restaurant where she works at as a waitress. Over time, she became the most popular and favorite server in town, especially with the men. She was always dressed up impeccably, looking very pretty for her extensive clientele. Even at age fifty, with a lot bit of cellulite on her booty, this French lady knew how to use her charms into obtaining extra tips.

Married with children, Germaine enjoyed being a housewife and a working mother. However, she was constantly making plans to get out of the house. Every Thursday and Saturday nights were her time to go out and enjoy life, but mostly the mature nymphomaniac that she is, she loves sex with a passion.

Before her shift ended, she was happy to receive a phone call from her long-time friend Marie-Jeanne. Working as a receptionist at a hospital, MJ kept busy answering the phones and helping the nurses when needed. She asked Germaine if she wanted to go out dancing with her on Saturday night. Her friend Raoul became the co-owner of a new nightclub that opened in a small resort in the woods near the river. He invited Marie-Jeanne along with a guest to come down with free cover charge, including a complimentary bottle of champagne that would be served chillingly cold when they arrive, and he would gladly pick them in his brand-new SUV. Germaine gladly accepted the invitation. Something for her to look forward to away from her house.

MJ was a lonely fifty-year-old French lady. A divorced mother of three teenagers, she decided to move into her own apartment. Her children decided to live with their alcoholic father, knowing that they could do whatever they wanted without their mother’s rules. MJ’s ex-husband could’ve become a grand monsieur if he wanted by becoming one of the largest shareholders at the local wood mill company. Unfortunately, he could not let go his dear bottle that took over his life, losing his wife in the process.

Recently, MJ received some news that would dramatically change her life. She was thrilled when Germaine accepted her invitation. She would do something that she has never done before in her life.

After having dinner and washing the dishes, Germaine was getting ready for her night out with MJ. She knew exactly what she was going to wear: blue jacket with a blue blouse that burst out her cleavage, tight black short skirt covering her huge cellulite booty, her huge calves covered with brown nylons, and shiny black high heels. She fixed her short dark hair, added some makeup on, waited for Raoul to pick her up first.

In her bedroom at her basement apartment, MJ was quite enthusiastic. One of her favorite songs from her teenage years was blaring in the background as she iskenderun escort put on a white blouse, tight blue short skirt, brown nylons over her short huge calves, and shiny blue high heels. After putting some makeup and fixing her short dark hair, she undid two buttons of her blouse exposing her chest with the crack covered by a gold pendant held by the chain she was wearing.

The sound of a horn was heard. Raoul was true to his word. He came to pick up MJ after picking up Germaine. MJ locked the door behind her, slowly climbed the stairs all the way to the top where she opened the entrance door to her basement apartment.

When she got out, Germaine, sitting in the back seat, was awe-struck at how her friend looked. Raoul opened the back door for MJ, who sat beside Germaine. Both women hugged and praised each other on how ravishing they looked. On the way to the resort, both mature ladies joked that some younger men would try to come after them and drag them into their beds. Raoul was laughing, knowing that both women were going to have a great time.

What Raoul did not tell them was that during the first part of the evening, some male Chippendale-like dancers would perform a nice choreography not only for the other ladies in attendance, but for both MJ and Germaine. The stage was set for the males to show off their stuff for their ninety-minute performance. Both women were happy, thrilled, and ecstatic. It was just what MJ needed the most.

After the performance, the disc jockey was getting ready to start the second and final part of the evening. Germaine and MJ decided to both go for a trip to the ladies’ room. Another lady was there powdering her face. MJ waited for her to leave. They were now alone standing in front of the big mirrors. MJ could not resist putting her arm around Germaine’s waist, who did not flinch. She whispered something into her friend’s ear.

“There is something I want to do with you tonight. I really hope you will want to.”

“I have an idea what you want to do with me. And the answer is yes.” Germaine said as she kissed MJ on her lips. “Come with me, Baby!”

Holding her hand, Germaine led MJ into the big empty stall, locking the door behind them. MJ began fondling her friend’s huge breasts, kissing her lips delightfully. MJ could feel Germaine’s hands caressing her huge booty as she kissed her more. After kissing her cheeks, forehead, and chin, Germaine began licking MJ’s neck, which gave her just a little tickle. Germaine’s lips were kissing her friend’s neck down to her chest. The hot breaths from Germaine’s mouth added more fire inside MJ.

Sitting on the toilet seat, Germaine allowed MJ to sit on top of her knees facing her. Germaine’s hands fondled her friend’s huge calves as her lips still kissed her gracefully. MJ caressed denizli escort Germaine’s hair kissing her lips more and her cheeks. Once again, MJ whispered something into her friend’s ear.

“Please spend the entire weekend with me, honey! Oh, please Germaine!”

MJ got her answer quickly, sealed by a very long passionate French kiss.

Other women entered the ladies’ room, forcing both mature ladies to abruptly stop their intense snuggle. Before getting out of the stall, MJ stood up, gave Germaine a nice long kiss on her lips while she was still sitting on the porcelain.

From the huge mirror, the other women saw MJ, acknowledging her, looking at her getting out of the room. Germaine waited at least thirty seconds before she flushed the toilet. When she got out, the other women greeted her by asking how she enjoyed the male strippers’ show. Germaine replied that she would love to have at least two of them in her bedroom tonight, but she knew all too well into whose bed she will be sleeping in for the rest of the weekend.

Raoul treated both ladies like queens. At closing time, he made sure that Germaine and MJ were buckled up in the back seat of his SUV. He would drive them back home once again, but this time he would only make one stop. MJ requested that he drive them both at her apartment. After letting both women out of his vehicle, Raoul hugged and kissed them. They were very thankful to him about the wonderful soiree they just had. When Raoul drove away, he grinned, knowing too well what these ladies were up to next.

MJ walked slowly down the stairs with Germaine following her. At the bottom, when MJ put the key to unlock the door of her apartment, she could feel Germaine’s hands grabbing her breasts from behind. MJ felt Germaine’s lips kissing the back of her neck and cheeks repeatedly, her breasts still being fondled. With Germaine standing on the last step towering her, she turned around, caressing Germaine’s huge ass and thick legs, kissing her immensely.

As she opened the door wide, MJ invited her friend to join her in, holding her hands. After shutting and locking the door behind her, MJ led Germaine to the living room. As she sat on her couch, MJ forced her friend to sit on top of her the same way she did in the ladies’ room at the nightclub.

Both women looked at each other into their eyes. They smiled and started kissing abundantly once again. Still locking lips, Germaine took off her blue jacket, threw it on the carpet, allowed MJ to undo her blouse. With her small hands, MJ pulled Germaine’s huge boobs out of her bra, started showering them with kisses and hot licks. Germaine could feel her areolas being pulled hard as MJ sucked on them vigorously.

When she moved into her new basement apartment, MJ was petrified at the window above her adana escort when she was sitting on her couch. She feared her ex-husband would come down to be a peeping tom by stalking her, to hurt her, and to humiliate her. Now that she was making out with Germaine, she did not care if he was watching right now or not. She felt safe in the arms of her dearest friend.

Germaine stood up, helping MJ getting off the couch. They both kissed more until MJ led her friend into her bedroom. After shutting the door, MJ began slowly undressing Germaine taking off her blouse, undoing her bra, and sliding her skirt on the floor. Germaine did the exact same thing as her friend, but adding very tender kisses to MJ after she took off one piece of clothing at a time. Both ladies were now dressed in their nylons and high heels.

Sitting on her bed, MJ began sucking Germaine’s huge breasts very fondly, grabbing them gently, and her dark hair being fondled by her friend. Germaine loved having her boobs worshipped. After kissing her forehead, Germaine instructed MJ to lie down on her back. Still standing tall, the mature waitress grabbed MJ’s huge thick legs, caressing the bulging calves covered with nylons. MJ was tickled just a little bit when she felt Germaine’s hot tongue licking her calves and her flaming lips kissing them nonstop. Germaine’s tongue rolled its way right into MJ’s wet twat.

With her tongue licking up and down between MJ’s clit and pussy, Germaine knew that her friend was going to burst out very soon. Moaning with sensual and intense pleasure, MJ could also hear Germaine moaning loudly like a cat while still licking and sucking her pussy. This was the most incredible feeling that MJ ever experienced. She became enthralled into her orgasm with Germaine coming avidly at the same time still relishing her lover’s pussy.

After the mind-blowing orgasms, both ladies wrapped into each other’s arms, kissing, fondling, caressing each other’s cellulite bodies. Germaine mentioned to her friend that even at age fifty, the sex can still be great between a man and a woman. But right now, she enjoyed every single moment with MJ, wishing this could never end.

Sadly, two months later, Marie-Jeanne lost her battle with cancer. She died peacefully in her sleep surrounded by her family, and her best friend Germaine. She never wanted her family to know about her declining health. Until her death, MJ has been able to take care of everyday life between her children visiting her, her work, and spending time with Germaine like everything was normal. In her heart, she knew all too well that she was not going to make it.

From that night with Germaine until she took her last breath, MJ went on a couple of trips to Europe, bought herself a brand-new fur coat, showed off some gold jewellery, and was dancing at Raoul’s nightclub every single weekend looking amazingly great. She wanted to enjoy the rest of her life to the fullest.

And as for her last and final wish, she always wanted to do what she kept hidden inside her soul, knowing she would bring her dark secret with her: making wild passionate love to a beautiful woman.

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