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I let my backpack slide off onto the floor, and I sat down in my chair with a heavy thud. It was late afternoon, and by my last class of the day I was always exhausted. The tension in my shoulders made my upper back feel like it was a spring wound tight with no way of release, leaving me feeling weary and on edge. I glanced up at the clock at the clock on the wall. 4:12, it read. Three minutes until the start of class. I exhaled and slowly slid down in my seat.

I closed my eyes as I listened to the din drifting in from the hallway. The level of chatter in the classroom was steadily rising as my fellow classmates filed in and took their seats.

With an inward sigh, I glanced at the clock again. It was 4:14. A slight apprehension began to build in my chest. I looked back one row over and one seat behind me. It was still empty. I swallowed my disappointment. Apparently she wasn’t going to show up today. Alas, it would make class a little bit more unbearable. I turned to my backpack to take out my binder and a pen to take notes.

As I looked back up to face the board, the doors opened again, and she strode into the classroom. Relief swept over me as she turned down the next row. I pretended that I wasn’t starting at her as she went to take her seat behind me, but it was so hard not to look at her.

There were a lot of cute girls on my campus, but she was by far one of the cutest. Her name was Alexandra, and she was beautiful. She was about tall, slender, and pale. She had smooth curves, with her breasts perfectly defined from her waist and hips. Her hair was thick and slightly wavy; it fell half way down her back, although she usually had it pulled back into a braid or pony tail. It was a rich, dark chocolaty brown that had a few natural red highlights to it. Her eyes were icy blue, almost silver, in color, and were very wide. They were a startling contrast to her hair, and gave her a look of innocence. Her lips were nice and full, and she always seemed to have a slight smile playing at the corners of them. How often I had wanted to feel those lips on my own.

The class was largely based on class discussion and debate. Whenever other people were speaking on her side of the classroom, I would pretend to focus on the person who was speaking, when really I would try to catch a few glances of her. She always seemed distant from the conversation, but I knew that was not the case. Her pages were full of notes, but her mind always seemed somewhere else. From the few times we exchanged words out in the hall before class, or in the restroom or the library, I knew her to be a practical and level-headed person.

I kept my eyes on the clock as the end of class drew near. Today, I had told myself, was the day I was going to make a move. I was tired of having short exchanges in the hallways; I wanted to get to know her better. I had no idea if she was straight or bi or a lesbian, but it didn’t really matter. I had accepted that the fantasies I entertained of her and I during my nightly masturbation sessions would probably never happen.

After class was dismissed, I rushed after her in the hallway without trying to seem obvious about it.

“Hey, Alex!” I called out, catching up to her and laying my hand on her shoulder. I tried not to notice the fact I was touching her bare skin, for she was wearing a tank top that day. She turned around to face me with those wide, wide eyes , and smiled her little smile.

“Hey, what’s up?” She asked, looking straight into my eyes. She brushed some of her hair back behind her ears and awaited my response.

“Oh, not much really. But you know, I figured that we are antalya escort in class together, and you seem to take really good notes. Maybe we could go over them sometime soon, since the next exam is coming up.”

She smiled then, an actual, full smile. “Alright, sure. That sounds great, actually; I’ve been meaning to get together with someone to study.”

I felt like my heart was singing. “Awesome! Okay, how does Friday at 5:00 p.m. sound, in the library?”

She grinned. “Perfect.”

I tried to ignore the wetness starting to dampen the crotch of my panties.

~~~

When I woke up Friday morning, my chest felt fluttery, like a couple of small birds were trapped inside, trying to escape. Despite telling myself to calm down, I found it hard to eat. I knew it wasn’t really a date, but I would be spending time alone with the sexiest girl in school, and that was enough for me. I made sure to dress extra cute that day before heading to class.

After what seemed like eons, the appointed hour finally arrived. I made my way up to the library to find Alex already sitting a table in the old section of the library, towards the back. The back of her head was facing me, and she had books and papers spread across the table. I went around the side of the table and pulled out a chair to take a seat.

“I can see you started the fun without me,” I joked.

She looked up at me then, penetrating my soul with those big blue eyes. “I just couldn’t resisted,” she jested, favoring me with a coy little smirk. My heart pounded faster at the sight of that smile, and as I took in what she was wearing.

Her hair was down, but she wore a black pageboy-style cap. She had on transparent violet button-down that fit her figure nicely; I could see her black bra through the shirt. She wore a short, black pleated skirt with a silver chain belt, and black stockings with high-heeled black boots. As I took in her outfit, I was overwhelmed by the need to touch her, but I maintained my composure.

“So, ” she asked, “Shall we begin?”

“I’m ready when you are,” I replied, returning her smile.

~~~

We had been “studying” for about two hours. There was, of course, focus on the subject we were supposed to be reviewing, but much of it was also quiet conversation and laughter. I had just thought to myself that I was beginning to like her more and more when she removed her cap. I continued to watch her, my eyes taking in the pale curve of her neck as she bent over her paper.

She looked up suddenly, and I averted my gaze. She smiled at me, then flipped her hair over her right shoulder, picked up her cap, and started fanning herself with it.

“God, it’s so hot in here isn’t it?” She asked, wiping her face with the back of her hand.

“I guess so,” I replied. It actually felt rather cool to me, but I figured different people like different temperatures.

“I think I need a little more ventilation,” she said. As I watched, her fingers moved up to the top of her shirt. Slowly, she unbuttoned one, then two, and then three of the buttons on her top. You could just see the well of her cleavage pushed up by the black bra. It was lace, with a delicate pattern. I felt my face redden, but I pretended I didn’t notice. She smiled at me.

I looked down at the textbook and started pointing something out to her a little more enthusiastically than was warranted, when I felt her hand slide slowly onto my thigh. I stiffened, stopped reading, and stared at her in shock. There was a dangerous glimmer in her eyes that wasn’t normally there, and coy smile played at the corners kemer escort of her lips.

“Keep on reading,” she instructed, “I think that you’re making a very good point.”

I have to be dreaming, I thought, but I went on reading as ordered. As I continued to talk, I felt her hand, so soft and delicate, inch its way up my thigh and underneath my denim skirt. My voice faltered as I felt her hand gently push apart my thighs, and the fingers caress the outside of my pale pink cotton panties. I heard her purr in delight as she felt how wet they were.

I hardly even heard my voice anymore as I felt a finger slip beneath the cotton of my panties. Despite being unable to shake the surreal feeling that had overcome me, I felt my pulse quicken and my breathing grow heavy. Her fingertip caressed my smooth outer lips, void of any hair. They pressed in a little, and I felt her finger nudging the very tip of my clit before she traced it down, gathering wetness as it went. I looked up at her and she smiled before inserting her finger into my pussy. After stroking the inside of me for a few moments, she inserted a second finger, her gaze boring into me.

It became very difficult to continue reading at this point. I was caught between continuing to read, making sure that no one was around, and allowing myself to ride the waves of pressure that were undulating from my pelvis. She watched me with those beautiful eyes the entire time. I could feel my juices starting to drip down her hand, having soaked through my panties already.

With her hand still working my pussy, she leaned over. She began to gently nibble on my neck, causing me to tingle throughout my body.

“Relax,” she whispered in my ear,” and keep on studying.” With that, she slowly slid down off of her seat and underneath the table.

As I did my best to focus on the work in front of me, I felt her remove her hand from my pussy. In its place, I felt something soft and tentative moving across the outside of my panties. Oh God, I thought, realizing it was her tongue. Slowly, gingerly, her tongue probed me over my panties, parting my lips open to have access to my clit. Once she had done so, I felt her tonguing my little hot spot, causing an even stronger pleasure to well up inside me. I felt her saliva soaking my panties, and it was driving me wild. I felt aroused, I felt confused, I felt used in the best of ways, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Alex?” I whispered hoarsely, looking underneath the table.

“Yes?” She asked, grinning up at me.

I closed my eyes. “I can’t take it anymore,” I said. I opened my eyes, pleading, praying, that she would come out from under the table.

Slowly she stood up from underneath the table. I glanced around to see if anyone was around, but part of me wouldn’t have cared even if they were. I looked back at Alex. She smiled at me, and in that moment I threw myself onto her, pushing her back onto the table as I climbed on top of her, crushing books and papers in the process.

Our lips met in a hot, steamy kiss, one full of urgency and passion. Her lips were so soft and warm as they melded with my own. We let our tongues explore one another’s mouths, tangling with one another as if they were in some sort of dancing frenzy. I felt her hands moving through my short, fine brown hair as she ground her hips against me, and I began to roughly undo the rest of the buttons on shirt.

Once I had her shirt completely undone, I began to run my hands over her body. I caressed her pale, flat, belly, and moved my hands over her waist and hips, all the way down kepez escort to her thighs. I cupped her breasts in my hands; they were the perfect size, just a little more than a handful. I couldn’t resist; I pulled the fabric of one of the cups of her bra down. It revealed a small nipple with a medium-sized areola, all of a beautiful purplish-brown color. I took her nipple in my mouth, and heard her moan with pleasure. I dragged my nails down her thighs and felt her shiver as I sucked, feeling my own desire intensify.

I felt her pull my graphic tee over my head, and I her hands pulled down the fabric of the cups of my purple bra. My breasts are a little larger than hers, and I felt her hands groping them, tweaking my large, light brown nipples. I felt her push me as she got on her knees and took my breasts in her mouth, shoving her fingers back inside my pussy. I moved to insert mine into her sweet cunt, and was thrilled to find not only was she not wearing panties, but also she had a nicely trimmed bush. To my delight, she was quite wet. I felt the sap of her pussy on my fingers the second I moved them past her outer lips. It took a minute to wiggle two fingers inside of her; she was very tight. As I moved my fingers, stroking the top of her pussy furiously fast, I felt her clenching around my fingers. I could tell she was struggling not to cry out.

Within a couple minutes of each of us fingering the other, looking right into each other’s eyes as we did, we both climaxed. I came first, feeling my juices squirt of out me with my orgasm and soak the papers beneath us, and my skirt. It took all my strength not to make a sound. She came at the end of my climax, trembling, and her mouth open as she soundlessly cried out. I felt her pussy clench harder than ever around me as she came.

I pushed her back down and lifted her pleated skirt to expose her pussy. I rant my fingers through her soft mat of hair, and used my tongue to split open her slit. The inside of her was a beautiful purple color, and I could taste how tangy she was on my tongue. I slipped my tongue inside her pussy and tongued it a bit, listening to her whimper, before moving on up to her clit. It was rather large and engorged with arousal, and I had no problem finding it.

She shivered the moment I first lapped my tongue against her clit. I licked it gently at first, testing out the pressure. When she didn’t really respond, I pressed my tongue harder against it, swirling it around. At this point she started to writhe. I watched her head toss back and forth, her eyes closed. After a while, she seemed to calm, and her legs began to tense up. I could feel her shaking, and could hear her heels against the table. I increased the speed of my tonguing, mercilessly stroking her clit with the tip of my tongue, and watching her every move as I savored her taste. Suddenly, her torso arched in ecstasy, and her eyes rolled back as she came, crushing her pelvis into my face, her ass bumping against the table.

Once she fell back to the table and I heard her heavy breathing, I wiped my chin and got on my knees. She looked so beautiful and so delightfully disheveled. She smiled up at me in the afterglow that comes with an excellent orgasm.

“Well that was wonderful,” she said, grinning as she sat up and began to re-button her blouse.

“Yes, it most definitely was,” I commented, straightening my bra and putting my shirt back on.

After we had composed ourselves and straightened up all our things, Alex looked over at me from the corner of her eye.

“You know, after the exam next week, I’ll want someone to go over my test results with and see how I can improve,” she said.

“Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing,” I said, looking at her. “And since you’re such a good study partner, I thought maybe we could do it together?”

“That sounds great,” she said.

“Same time next week?” I asked.

She grinned. “Perfect.”

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Laying my hand upon my brow, I try to aide my sunglasses in facing the glare of the sun. Its such a beautiful day, its hard to complain and I’m not really, just overly excited about your invitation to meet for lunch.

The restaurant is new but we’ve agreed to a late lunch so that the crowd has thinned and we don’t have to worry about too many added distractions or having to raise our voices over nearby banter. As I worked my way through, I saw that most of the remaining customers are enjoying the last of their meals or chatting over coffee or an early cocktail.

At the reception area, they indicated I should try looking for you on the terrace which is where most of the patrons have chosen on this warm, sunny afternoon. The surrounding chatter died away as I entered the plaza and step out of the way of a waitress heading in with a tray. Looking around, I’m taken by how many plants and small shrubs are placed throughout the terrace area. Hardly looking like a restaurant and more like a park or common tucked away on a side street.

I finally spot you in a distant corner, half-hidden by a large flowering plant. You haven’t noticed my entrance as you are speaking with the waitress while glancing back and forth at the menu in your hand. Walking to you, I’m struck by the fragrances of the greenery and flowers that outnumber the tables and remaining diners.

I see you flash a smile at the waitress, which is quickly returned, as you hand her the menu. You still haven’t noticed me but I am studying you as I draw nearer.

The peach silk blouse is a perfect compliment to your summer tan and the mood I find myself in. Coming around the corner, I’m able to see the rest of your outfit: short light colored flowered skirt and beaded, flower shaped of course, flat sandals. Your finger and toe-nails look to be mandarine in color, which matches nicely with your top and the colors in your skirt and shoes.

I don’t know if you picked this table deliberately but it strikes me as the most coveted location. Surrounded by waist-high plants, its almost cut off from the rest of the restaurant. The few nearby tables are either empty or placed so that the occupants’ attention is directed away from this corner. Currently, there is only one couple escort antalya within hearing range and they seem preoccupied with their meal.

I smile and literally bounce up to you as you finally see me approach. Rising, we meet with a soft kiss that we often exchange in public. Your hand on my elbow guides me to the chair nearest yours as we exchange hellos and the hunger in our eyes.

“I love this place! How did you manage to get this table?”

“Oh, I have my ways,” your smile increasing, “I hope that it puts you in the proper frame of mind with me. I’ve also taken the liberty of ordering for us and I hope you don’t mind.”

Before I can answer, the waitress somehow appears over my shoulder and is filling my wine glass. She looks to you, with a slightly chagrined look, “I’m sorry but the chef will need a little extra time on your order. If you’re in a rush, I can suggest something else.”

You wave her concern away, giving her another smile. “Oh, no need to rush anything. Its too fine of a day for that and we’ll enjoy our wine and perhaps have more with the meal. This is our afternoon together and I am in absolutely no hurry for it to end.” The waitress nods and disappears as quickly as she came.

I sip my wine and glance again about me. Leaning forward, I place my hand over yours and thank you again for calling me. I feel your foot brush against my leg as you tell me that its your pleasure and that we should do this more often.

I can’t seem to take my eyes off of you and neither of us speak for several minutes. “What are you thinking?,” you ask and I just shake my head as if startled from a nap.

“I was thinking how gorgeous you are and how perfect this day is. I love you and can’t believe that I’m here with you as if in a dream.”

Your reply comes in the form of a soft smile and another brush of your foot along my calf. I feel your toes wiggle over my bare skin and a sudden thought, no an unstoppable impulse, overtakes me. I reach down and take hold of your foot with my hand.

Pulling your foot up and into my lap, I caress the arch with my finger tips. Carefully, I remove your sandal and begin to massage the instep and fleshy bottom before your toes. My thumbs making ibradi escort small circles as they knead and apply tender pressure.

I watch your face as my fingers travel up until they reach the valley guarding your toes. I slip my fingers between them, then closing them as if I was holding your hand and not your foot. Lifting it off my lap, I slide to the ground before you.

Kneeling there, I bring your foot to my lips and, starting with your big toe, I kiss each of them. Big toe to little, then little to big, each receiving a kiss in turn. Its only when I return to your big toe that I open my mouth and take it.

I wrap my lips around it and suck it softly. Pulling my fingers back to give me more room to take it fully. Trapping its entire length in my mouth, I suck harder with my eyes finding yours.

Your eyes tell me what I already know and intend, and I use my tongue to further bathe your toe. Then drawing my lips back so I can plant another kiss at its apex. I shift slightly and take your second toe, wetting and tonguing it as I did the other.

I treat each toe in a similar manner, individually. Only after they are all slick and shiny do I take multiples. The two littlest ones first. joined shortly by the third. Sucking and licking, licking and sucking.

I trade the last three toes for the middle ones. I see you smile as you wiggle the big and little toes at the corners of my lips. Pulling back, I let my tongue navigate between and around each of your digits. My hands cradling your foot while I worship it with my mouth.

I kiss your instep over and over between short light licks. I feel you retract your leg a bit and hear you giggle as I find a ticklish spot. I don’t stop but instead hold your foot firmer so that I don’t miss an inch in my desire to taste and caress all of you.

With the bottom of your foot now wet with my saliva, I press my face to it. Rubbing it over me. Breathing in to add the scent along with the sensation to my memory.

I open wide and take the heel into my mouth, my tongue grazing the surface that I’ve captured. With a kiss, I extend my tongue into the shallow curve below your ankle bone. Then around to the outside and flatter kaş escort valley that opposes it.

I want to explore your ankle as well as your arch but your big toe calls to me. Silently but insistently, I find I need it back in my mouth. Filling me and yet the right size for sucking.

A movement catches my eye and I move my head a few degrees to confirm its source. From the nearest table, two sets of pupils stare back at me. The couple who had been engrossed in their meal when I arrived are not engrossed in watching me with my meal.

Ignoring them, I lift your foot again and take your toe. As my lips begin to move over it, you push it forward. No longer patient for me to work at my own pace, you want and need it too.

My head bobbing now, sucking with a desire that is burning my brain. Taking it completely then pulling back while sucking as hard as I can. Applying pressure to increase your pleasure.

As I push my head forward, I use my tongue to swirl around it before again clamping down and sucking, sucking, sucking upon it.

“That’s it baby, show me how you like it. Get my toes nice and wet and clean.”

I hold your foot before my face. Your toes wiggling and calling me back. With a smile at you, I spit on them before opening wide to take all five at once.

With them all accounted for and thrust into my mouth, I’m free to run my hands up your calf. Caressing your firm flesh as I loudly salivate and slurp, with a soft grunt as you force them deeper into my mouth.

Its only when I feel your touch do I even think about my surroundings and what I am doing. Knees sore on the hard ground, my eyes shift to see you leaning above me. As you begin to speak, I feel your toes retreating from my lips.

“Our meal is here. You may get up now.”

Retaking my seat, the waitress places our plates before us. She avoids looking at me but I sense that its not out of complete abhorrence of my actions. Perhaps she is a bit embarrassed at them, or at my choice of timing, but she is definitely not upset.

As she turns to go, you call to her as I let out a small gasp. Your wet toes having pushed in between my legs and straight into the thin panties covering my sex. She’s far enough away from our table that she has to see where you have placed your foot.

“We’ll want to see the dessert menu after we finish. But be sure to bring another bottle of wine first.”

She nods to acknowledge your order but she is looking under the table. At the movement of foot, toes and pussy pressing together.

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“Do you know why I love you? Do you know why I keep coming back to you time after time? Well, you’re hot, for starters, but it’s so much more than that. You understand me. I need my freedom, and you get that. You would never try to tie me down or hold me back. With you, I’m free. We’re together, we love each other, but I’m still free. You would never tell me how to live my life or impose your beliefs on me. You love me for who I already am, not for some idea of who I could be. You love me without being possessive, without being jealous. You live your life, I live mine, and we meet somewhere in the middle. And when we meet… God, is it good!”

“When are you leaving?” Parveen cut through crap.

“Soon.”

“Soon like mid-May or soon like tomorrow?”

Joliette didn’t respond. She was fixated on a pair of mourning doves fucking in the grass, the bottom spreading her purple-grey tail feathers for the top. Flailing in unison, the birds seemed stoic, disinterested. Flap your wings and think of England.

“Shit, Jol,” Parveen spat with such intensity the doves scattered to the treetops. “Why are you always doing this to me?”

Shrugging, Joliette asked, “Did you expect me to stay?”

“I never expect anything from you,” Parveen hissed. Knowing Joliette, she probably took that as a compliment.

“Did you know there’s a species of lesbian sea gulls in California?”

“I antalya escort bayan told you that.”

“Oh yeah.”

Parveen sat seething in silence, trying not to breathe for fear her slightest movement would send Joliette packing prematurely. No matter how angry she became, she never wanted her little sparrow to take flight.

“Aw, it’s starting to rain,” Joliette whined at the random droplets. “We should head back.”

“Why?” Parveen pressed, sparing herself the awkwardness of crying, Don’t leave me! I can’t live without you!

“See, that’s why I love you. I say something practical like, ‘We should get out of the rain,’ and your response is just, ‘Why?’ Like all the laws of nature don’t apply to you. Like the rain’s gonna fall and you won’t get wet. Like you’re superhuman.”

“How do you know I’m not?” Parveen challenged, brushing carefree wisps of golden brown hair from Joliette’s shoulder. Leaning in, she pressed her lips against that neck, white and perfect as a marble statue.

“We’re all human. No more, no less,” Joliette replied, gasping at fingers crawling up her thigh. “That’s the tie that binds.”

“This is human,” Parveen whispered, forcing her tongue past surprised teeth, tasting the minty gum sweetness of that warm mouth. Returning the kiss, Joliette unbuttoned her shirt like a park bench was the perfect gaziapaşa escort place for a last fuck. The skies opened up along with that white blouse.

Warm rain pelted Parveen’s scalp as she dug two firm tits from Joliette’s bra, sucking eagerly at those hard pink nipples. Sucking so hard she couldn’t keep herself from biting the tender buds. Biting so hard Joliette cried out in pain.

Thunder rumbled the ground as Parveen sank to her knees, escaping the rain under cover of Joliette’s floral skirt. Tearing her lace thong like a predator, Parveen threw the ruined garment into the grass and opened wide Joliette’s legs. Like a tiger, her attack on those juicy folds was fierce. Relentlessly, she lapped the nectar from Jol’s swollen cunt, piercing the flesh of her ass with jealous claws.

When Joliette cried out in the rain, Parveen planted her face against that screaming wet pussy, wrapping her mouth around those moist lips. She penetrated Joliette, thrashing furiously in that familiar fluid until her tongue muscles cramped from exertion. The flavour was tangy with an aftertaste of sweet, like sourdough bread chased by blueberry honey.

Parveen replaced her tongue with three fingers plunging frantically into Joliette’s cunt, a pinky beating against her asshole, pitiless as the storm from above. As driving rain soaking her gündoğmuş escort back, she swathed her lover’s clit in the supple warmth of her pursed lips. Sucking noisily, her fingers raced into and out of that moist lair like an indecisive housecat on adrenaline.

Shrieking against the sheet lightening, Joliette’s cunt was a vice on Parveen’s fingers as the sparrow of a girl gripped the park bench like it was trying to escape. Parveen was never so wet as when her fleeting lover pronounced her name at the moment of climax, harmonic as Swan Lake. Licking long and slow, slit to clit, she begged telepathically for Jol to stay until the orgasmic convulsions subsided.

Wiping the pussy juices from her chin against Joliette’s smooth white thigh, Parveen asked, “Where are going this time?”

The sparrow gazed into the heavens, droplets of rainwater falling from her narrow nose and chin.

“Do you know what I love about you?” Joliette asked rhetorically, tucking those perky tits back into her rain-soaked bra. “You respect me, respect my privacy. Know what I mean?”

Joliette rose to depart, long hair dripping as she bent to pick her torn thong from the green grass. She never left anything behind. Over the hillock, she disappeared into the blue-grey fog. Barely audible in the storm, the monogamous mourning doves cooed in consolation.

Like a war widow, Parveen carved their initials into the horizontal slat of the brown park bench, dry where Joliette had been sitting. The two were permanently attached now, living in a wooden heart on the public greens. Parveen might not know where in the world Joliette had gotten to, but she could always find this bench; its legs were cemented into the ground.

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Ask any of my friends and they would be the first to admit that my views differ from theirs. For example, I have issues using the terms boyfriend, relationship, and serious in conversations involving the guys I typically have around. Unless of course the sentence in question is something along the lines of “The guy you referred to as my boyfriend, and I are not in a serious relationship.” However, I have stronger morals than some. For instance I refuse to hook up with guys who have significant others, but the past few guys in my life who made it to the next level, relationship wise, I could care less if they cheated on me, which all did. There is something about being “the other woman” that bothers me, or maybe it is that I’ve seen too many of my friends fall victim to “the other woman’s” intrusion. Regardless, I will get to the story.

The other night I had a friend come through town who needed a place to stay. Chad gave me a call around midnight saying he was in the area and needed a place to crash before he hit the road again, to which I offered my couch. I had been at the bar with some friends and had nursed more than my share of drinks. I grabbed a cab home just in time to let Chad in the door. We caught up over a couple more beers. He had told me he was on his way to his fiancé’s parent’s house, and just needed to catch up on some sleep. I apparently neglected this part of our conversation.

Soon thereafter we were in my room half naked, making out when the term “fiancé” rang through my head. I freaked out, kicked him out of my room, and for a moment there, I had become the other girl.

My phone’s alarm woke me up around 8:30 only to find Chad was gone, but his scent was stuck to my sheets. I threw them in the wash and sent out a text to Kerry simply stating that I was taking a vow of celibacy and no longer drinking. She laughed. Which, in her defense, would be an acceptable reaction from most of my friends, since they are all well aware of my track record. I don’t know why it is such a big deal to me but I promised myself that I’d never get drunk enough to make a mistake like the one with Chad, and I think it is safe to say my sex drive had a big part in my lapse of judgment. I explained the situation to her and she, for the most part, understood. What she didn’t was the sobriety section of my new moral contract. She continued to ask questions about this internal promise to myself, basically looking for loopholes, hoping that I could at least drink around her. I assumed that she thought I was a more enjoyable person with a few drinks in me.

Fast forward three weeks and I had stuck to my guns. Sober and celibate I had gotten so much accomplished. I had read through my entire semester’s material, cycled at least 8 miles a day, and unfortunately picked up smoking to help take the edge off. I could handle sobriety, but the whole celibacy thing had gotten to me. I had decided if I was going to remain celibate I should do it right and not… ugh… help myself out. I had sex dreams literally every evening, and they weren’t amazing dreams. Honestly, they were pathetic and lacked the detail I would need to get by. However, I knew that if I stopped smoking I would wake up one night dry humping a pillow or sleep walking to a strip club.

At some point during that third week Kerry had the group over cocktails. She even splurged and purchased tiny toothpicks in the shape of penises for the drinks. Out of the group I was closest to Kerry by far, and quite impressed with her ability to take the initiative to get the part going. She typically went with the flow of things and let everyone else do the planning.

Standing around Kerry’s small kitchen Leah called out, “So, Marissa, how is the whole celibacy and sober thing going?” She said in a mocking tone, knowing I was suffering. “Fine, thanks for asking,” I replied grudgingly. The girls began recounting the point of my promise to myself: not one of my finest moments. Kerry came and squeezed in between Lacey and I to join in the conversation. “So when is this whole thing going to end, I mean you can’t honestly intend on never having sex again, or drinking. I mean fuck you aren’t Mother Theresa,” Leah continued.

“I antalya escort don’t know,” I replied honestly, “I have so much more energy now, but I suppose not until I am over it. I mean what if it had been one of your boyfriends?” I strategically admitted this, knowing that it would get them to stop questioning my motives. It didn’t.

“I doubt you would have ever put yourself in that type of situation with anyone who was involved with one of us.” Kerry said as she put one of her toned arms around my waist, placing her hand on the bare skin between my denim skirt and my tight tank top, giving me a bit of a side hug. The small skin-to-skin contact with another person sent chills through me. I wanted to melt into her. It took me a while to say anything.

Once I was able to absorb what she had said, I decided that she did have a point. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize my friendships. Besides, the men in my life come and go too frequently, but these girls have always stayed. Who needed a boyfriend when I have all the stability I needed in them.

Regardless, throughout the evening I was able to burn through half a pack and probably pay too much attention to the mini penis sticks. But I was able to keep an eye on the rest of the girls, a habit I picked up once I stopped drinking.

I had noticed that Kerry hadn’t even finished her first drink by the time the girls began making their way home. I volunteered to help her clean up, hoping I could figure out what the cause of her sudden change in personality was.

She was bent over the coffee table picking up napkins and half drunk glasses of liquor, allowing the fabric of her shirt to ride up, catching my attention. The sexual repression was obviously getting to me. I made my way over to the stereo and turned off the music, picking up cold empty bottles of rum and vodka as I went along, trying to avoid Kerry’s exposed skin. I picked up a towel and ran it under some warm water, instantly warming up my hands. I began wiping down the counters that once held remains of the party when Kerry walked into the kitchen dropping more bottles into a trash sack.

She disappeared into her room then returned wearing cotton shorts and thin tank top exposing her rising nipples. She slid on top of the counter and watched me wipe down the rest.

“You threw a pretty good shindig if you ask me.”

“Ya think?”

“Yeah. I mean throwing these things aren’t typically your thing, but it was fun.”

“Yeah, well I’ve had a bit of change of heart recently.”

“I’ve noticed. You didn’t drink your typical amount tonight either.”

“Well, I don’t know. I was telling Leah I kind of have a crush on someone, but they typically go for more outgoing people. So I decided to throw this little girls night and watch what a drink.”

“Ah, I see. But I don’t know why you are all concerned about watching what you drink.” I said as I tossed the cleaning rag in the corner and mimicked her position on the opposite counter.

“Well, I don’t want to hook up with ’em and be drunk. Ya know like give them the impression that I only did because I was drunk, or ya know, that I would later regret the whole thing.”

“And you felt the need to practice this at a party with all girls?”

“It is hard to explain,” Kerry said as she brought her legs up to her chest, still crouched on top of the counter, allowing her shorts to ride up a little higher.

I stood up trying to drag my attention away from her tan thighs and budding nipples. “God,” I thought to myself, “I am so fucking desperate.” I had always been attracted to other women, only the idea of a penis was always more appealing.

“I’ve got time, if you want to try.” I said as I began sticking half drunk bottles of liquor in the freezer, still attempting to distract myself from Kerry’s body, but the cool air from the freezer just sent chills up my spine and intensified my nerves.

“Well, ok.” Kerry replied with a sigh. “Have I ever told you I was bi?”

“No.” I said, genuinely surprised. “Have you ever, ya know, hooked up with another girl?” I added excitedly.

“Once, my sophomore year.” demre escort

“Well, how was it?” I was eager to listen considering I’d never been with another girl, and I hadn’t been getting any recently. I might as well listen to Kerry’s story of getting some even if I can’t I.

“It was nice.” She said letting out a deep breath. “Like imagine those moments when you are with a guy, and they are a little too rough, or stiff, or don’t know how to do something. And picture hooking up with someone, and neither of those problems are an issue. Oh! And girls smell good and are way softer. It is like girls can be rough, but sensitive about it. Just a sexy, smooth, aggressive feeling, I guess.”

I suppose I could have worked that out for myself, but the expression on her face made me believe that it was better than I expected.

“That kind of sounds awesome.”

“Well yeah, it is!”

“So, go on?” I regretted saying it the moment it escaped my lips. “Wait! Do you have a crush, like ya know, on like, one of us? Is it Leah?” Remembering that she mentioned talking to her earlier.

“Leah? No. I went to her for advice.”

“Ah, well then who is it!”

I caught myself before she said anything. “I am sorry. You don’t have to answer that. It is my inner gossip queen coming out.” Except that isn’t how I felt, deep down I knew I wanted it to be me. Could she possibly want me as much as I want her? And here I was, all evening sucking down half a pack of cigarettes, smelling like pathetic redirected urges, and wishing I had at least one drink earlier to calm my nerves.

“I am sorry,” I added again.

“Ha, no don’t worry about it.”

I walked over to the open counter space next to her and propped myself up against it, facing her. I’d never approached another girl before, never even thought of how to go about it. But right now I didn’t care that much. It was in the back of my head wondering about how to go about this, but I never had to worry about strategy with Kerry, it has always worked. Even though this is new terrain, I doubt it would be much different.

I tried to find her eyes. They were diverted. Looking at the ground in concentration. I wanted to see her piercing green eyes. I wanted to see what she was thinking, and her eyes would be the gateway to her inner thoughts. I placed my feet on the tile and quickly excused myself to the bathroom, knowing there was an extra bottle of rum in the living room I would be able to grab on the way.

Once in the bathroom I checked myself in the mirror. I wiped a bit of nonexistent smeared eyeliner that I always assume is tarnishing my eye lids, then quickly unscrewed the half drunk bottle of rum, and took a few quick swigs, then washing my mouth out with some Listerine. I rechecked myself in the mirror and left the restroom, knowing that if this evening went as planned I would be waking up here in the morning. I wasn’t sure if the butterflies in my stomach are from the sudden presence of alcohol in my system, the fear of being turned down, or the fear of everything working out, but I would find out soon. Kerry’s courage would only make it so far. And I think admitting her sexuality and throwing this party was already stretching its limits.

I picked up the bottle of rum and opened the door to find Kerry standing in front of the door. She pushed her way into the door, closing it behind her. She placed her arm around my waist and pulled me into her, placing one of her hands on the side of my head and the other on my collarbone. She firmly thrust me against her sink and kissed me. The initial shock of her aggressiveness caught me off guard.

Her left hand drifted down towards my breast and squeezed, making me light headed. I had simply stood there, allowing her to force me where she pleased. After the shock wore off I placed one of my hands behind her shoulder, pulling her into me, finally kissing her back. I forced her towards the door, pinning one of her hands above her head against he white wooden frame, allowing her other hand to remain on my breast.

I ran my hands down her sides to her waist, feeling the bare skin between her finike escort top and cotton bottoms, barely placing my finger tips beneath the elastic of her shorts. She moved her hand away from my breast, leaving my nipple aching for more. She reached for the doorknob, twisting it while moving towards me. We managed to keep our lips locked until she pushed me onto the couch, swinging on of her legs over my hips, straddling me.

My hands found their way to her ass, lifting her up so her waist lay directly on top of mine. Kerry kissed her way down my neck to my chest, sending a familiar tingling sensation through my body. She lifted my shirt over my head, returning her mouth to collarbone. I pulled her up to me again and began placing kisses across her neck as removed my bra and returned her hands to my aching breasts. I exhaled into her ear and whispered, “There is no better way you could have described this to me.” I felt her cheeks break into a smile against my skin. She moved up to my lips and placed hers against mine, kissing me deeply. I pulled her top off and tossed it over my head, my hands continued to explore her bare midriff, unsure of how far this was going, or how far she wanted to go. At this point I was so turned on that it would be impossible for me to turn her down.

She must have sensed my hesitation as she unbuttoned my skirt, whispering, “Is this okay?” I was aching, placing my hand on her breast and squeezing, exhaling the only sound I could, which luckily was “Uh huh.” Kerry tugged my skirt down to my ankles, leaving me in my soaked thong. I pulled her cotton shorts down to her ankles, pulling her closer into my body at the same time. She pulled my thong to the side and allowed my aroma to fill the air, sticking two fingers into my slippery hole. I moaned in satisfaction, pulling her closer to me. I lifted my hips up to meet her hand, pushing back into her palm, wanting her to fill me more. She kissed her way down my stomach, finally to my jutting hipbones. I let out a moan, hoping she would take this as encouragement. Her mouth met my anxious clit eagerly, flicking my bud with the tip of her tongue, never ceasing the consistent thrusts from her fingers.

Just as she began sucking on my clit she shoved a third finger into me as she drew me to my first orgasm in what seemed like months, through the intensity I blacked out. Upon waking, blushing out of embarrassment, she greeted me with a kiss.

“Welcome back, M,” she said kissing me again.

“Ugh, fuck.” She looked taken aback. “No!” I said, hoping she didn’t think I was regretting any of that. “I meant, ‘fuck,’ as in “fuck why did I have to pass out.”

“Oh.” She said, still unsure. I took placed my hands around her head and brought her mouth to mine, hoping this was reinforcing my argument.

Quickly the intensity was brought back up. Wanting to pleasure her as much as she did me, I pulled her underwear down to her knees, sticking on my fingers into her slit, the way I like. She shook underneath me in response, encouraging me for more. I found her clit with my thumb and pushed two fingers into her as she had me, hoping that this is what she wanted. She began to grind her pussy into my hand as I kissed her shoulder.

I pumped my fingers faster as she pushed harder into my hand. I felt a slight pain in my shoulder, but neglected it. I felt her muscles flex around my fingers as I pushed harder into her, stroking her g-spot. My hand was covered in her decadent honey after her orgasm and the pain in my shoulder subsided. She collapsed breathing deeply on top of me. Kerry placed another kiss on my lips, and I held on to her.

“M?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I bit you.”

“What?”

“Your shoulder. I bit you.”

“Oh,” I said feeling the teeth marks on the back of my shoulder. “It’s ok. I liked it.”

“You are going to bruise!”

“Don’t worry about it, I just won’t wear tops like these for a while.” I said pointing to the spaghetti strapped top I had come over in. “But you are amazing. Like seriously. That was the best orgasm I think I have ever had.”

“You don’t have to be sarcastic.”

“No! I’m not! Like, I never imagined that being with another woman would be anything like that.”

“So, you aren’t regretting this?”

“No! Not at all! It took all I had to keep my eyes off you all night.”

Kerry smiled, “So much for the whole celibacy thing. And sober, I can still taste the rum on you.” She added, tasting my lips.

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“Good morning Ray,” she says, making Raylee blush. “I didn’t realize you were awake,” she responds, feeling silly. Laying her head on the pillow next to Laura and smiling as she pulls her close, looking at her, basking in the warmth of her smile. “Did you sleep well?” Laura asks as she cuddles in sleepily and kisses the tip of Raylee’s nose. “Like I was next to an angel,” she replies as they both smile at each other. Raylee places her hand on Laura’s cheek, her bronze skin a sharp contrast to the beautiful pale ivory skin of Laura, and leans in for a soft kiss. She looks into Laura’s eyes and wonders what she must be thinking. escort antalya Suddenly Laura comes forward and presses her lips to Raylee’s, a deep kiss, gentle yet blazing with passion, sparking desire from within. A subtle moan escapes Raylee as Laura moves her hands to her thighs, sliding them up under the long tshirt until she is holding Raylee’s ass in her hands.

Raylee moves to roll Laura on her back, feeling Laura squeeze her ample cheeks, kissing more and more, desire rising every moment their lips spend locked together. Breaking the kiss Raylee sits up and pulls off her shirt and drops it to the floor, coming back for Laura’s lips as she feels her hands move over the bare skin of her back. As the kissing intensifies Raylee can feel Laura move one of her hands to her stomach, slowly moving upward until she is cupping Raylee’s breast, teasing her nipple, making Raylee moan into the kiss. As Laura starts to tease and pull Raylee’s nipples, making her moans louder, Raylee starts to roll her hips forward into Laura. Sitting back again Raylee starts to pull Laura’s shirt up, making her sit up as it comes up her body. As she lifts it off of Laura, leaving both girls in just their panties, Raylee drinks in the beautiful pale body and feels her breathing increase.

Mesmerized by the beauty before her Raylee only barely registers as Laura moves forward and closes her lips around her nipple. “Oh fuck Laura,” Raylee moans out, running her hands through her hair as Laura sucks her nipple. Raylee looks down into Laura’s eyes with her breast in her mouth, placing her hand in the back of Laura’s head, the other moves slowly down to her breast, circling the nipple with her thumb. Laura moans into Raylee’s breast as she teases Laura’s nipple, giving it a little pinch and then pulls lightly. Feeling Laura’s nipple become stiff Raylee belek escort moves to the other nipple, giving it a couple of pulls as Laura moves to Raylee’s other nipple. Raylee closers her eyes as she feels Laura’s hands moving lower to cup her ass, squeezing it, making Raylee groan, rolling her hips to Laura, lust taking over Raylee pulls Laura back and leans down kissing her hard, savouring the taste of her lips and craving more.

Sliding her hand down as they kiss Raylee starts to rub over top of Laura’s panties, feeling the damp fabric, getting mor excited at the feel of it, rubbing faster and feeling the wetness spread. Laura’s hips roll forward and then she taps Raylee’s ass, making her sit up so Laura can spread her legs and kisses Raylee’s lips again. With a small smile into the kiss Raylee slips her hand under the fabric and starts rubbing Laura’s smooth wet lips as Laura tilts her head back and bites her lip, her body on display. Raylee cannot hold back as she starts to suck Laura’s erect pink nipples as Raylee’s finger finds her clit, Laura’s hips raise up as she runs her hands into Raylee’s hair. Sucking and biting on Laura’s nipples Raylee starts to run her finger up and down Laura’s wet lips until she cries out, “fuck my Raylee fuck me!” Moving her hands down Raylee slips her thumbs in Laura’s panties and pulls them down and tosses them aside, bringing her hand up and Laura’s wet pussy before slipping it in slowly feeling your wetness.

Back arching and pulling Raylee down to her nipple, Laura moans out as she feels Raylee’s finger fill her slowly. Sucking and biting on Laura’s nipple Raylee starts to move her finger faster, in and out of her tight pussy. Slowly kissing down her stomach Raylee brushes her lips over the perfect pale smooth skin, lower and lower until her lips tenderly press döşemealtı escort to Laura’s clit and making her moan louder. Flicking Laura’s clit with her tongue Raylee slips another finger inside her, curling her fingers in Laura’s wet pussy. “Oh fuck Raylee,” Laura moans as Raylee starts to move her fingers faster, Laura spreads her legs wider as Raylee closes her lips around Laura’s clit, sucking and circling it with her tongue. “Oh god Raylee I’m going to cum,” she moans, hands in Raylee’s hair. “Cum on my face Laura, cover me in your cum,” moans Raylee as the speed of her fingers increase inside her. Laura cries out as her pussy squeezes Raylee’s fingers and cums, hips bucking while she moans. As Laura comes down from her orgasm Raylee pulls her fingers out and then leans forward to lick up the cum from Laura before sucking my fingers clean.

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Hi readers,

This is a follow up story to ‘ The Players Revolt.’

Hope you enjoy it,

MELD.

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“Right, where do you fancy going then?” asked Naseen as they stepped out of the leisure centre into the early evening gloom of the car park.

“I don’t mind, although we’re not really dressed for going out,” Shannon pointed out as they both stood there in their tracksuits with kit bags slung across their shoulders.

“Well, why don’t we just nip in The White Horse for a couple?”

“Erm…Okay.”

The pair crossed the car park and made their way down Gainsborough Street; as they ambled along, Naseen turned to the big blonde.

“Have you recovered now?”

“Near enough, yes.”

“I can’t help feeling guilty about joining in now,” the pretty Indian girl sighed, giving Shannon an apologetic smile.

“Don’t, it wasn’t all bad you know,” she replied, winking.

“I know but I should have stopped them doing some of those things to you; what Bethany did was disgusting.”

“Hmmm, that actually wasn’t that bad, what was worse was having that skank Lauren’s knickers shoved in my mouth, the dirty little bitch,” Shannon scowled.

“That’s what I mean; we went too far, I should have done something.”

“Look, if you’d tried to stop them, they might have turned on you, anyway stop beating yourself up about it, if you feel that guilty then you can buy the first round,” the blonde smiled, giving her a peck on the cheek.

The pair arrived at the pub and strolled up to the bar; eventually the barman looked up from his newspaper and noticed them waiting.

“Yes, love?” he mumbled at Naseen disinterestedly.

“A rum and coke and a pernod and black with ice, please.”

“Four thirty,” he sighed.

Taking their drinks, they sat down at a corner table; the place was virtually deserted, with just a few people dotted here and there.

“Well, lucky us heh? Getting in here for happy hour,” Shannon smirked.

“God I know, what a miserable old fart,” giggled Naseen, taking a sip from her glass, “shall we go somewhere else after these?”

“Nah, let’s stay here, I’d rather be somewhere quiet than some place that was heaving.”

“Okay,” she smiled, slipping her hand under the table and giving Shannon’s thigh a gentle squeeze.

“Careful, he might throw us out,” the blonde joked, nodding over to the barman.

“He’s not even looking,” Naseen purred, leaning over the table and kissing her softly on the lips.

“Naz!”

“What?” she smiled mischievously, “you’re going very red.”

“He will start looking if you keep doing that,” the big girl whispered wide eyed, feeling her face burning.

“So? Why, are you embarrassed?”

“No, I just don’t want to put on a show for the rest of the pub, that’s all,” said Shannon, looking round nervously.

“Chicken,” Naseen teased, squeezing her thigh again. Shannon was a little taken aback by her friend; this was a side to her she’d never seen before, usually she was quiet and reserved, never normally doing anything to attract attention. She knew it couldn’t be the alcohol; they were on their first drink. ‘So I’m chicken am I, Naz?’ she thought. Leaning across the table, she planted a long lingering kiss on Naseen’s soft lips, her tongue probing into her mouth, making her give out a muffled squeal. The butterflies fluttered in her stomach as Shannon’s tongue pushed against hers; her mind thinking back to what had happened in the changing room earlier. Finally breaking off the kiss, the blonde sat back and looked at her.

“Is he looking now?” she smiled, raising her eyebrows.

“No, but they are,” Naseen replied anxiously, nodding over Shannon’s shoulder.

The big girl turned round to find two lads standing by the fruit machine, both staring open mouthed.

“Oh,” said Shannon, smiling awkwardly.

“Waheey! Don’t mind us girls, carry on!” one of them yelled over, followed by a few cheers and wolf whistles.

“Erm….I think perhaps we should leave,” said Naseen, fixing her friend with a stern look.

“Yep,” the blonde replied, knocking back her drink.

Quickly heading through the door and back out on to the street, the pair turned to each other and burst out laughing.

“That was your fault!” said Shannon, playfully tapping Naseen’s ass.

“My fault? Why the bloody hell was it my fault?” she laughed.

“You goaded me into that!”

“I thought you’d just kiss me back, I didn’t expect you to leap across the table and stick your tongue halfway down my bloody throat!”

“Well you shouldn’t have called me chicken then, come on let’s go,” said Shannon.

“Where?”

“The Rifleman.”

“The Rifleman? Fuck that, it’s well rough in there, you have to wipe your feet on the way out!” Naseen scoffed.

“You snobby cow, it’s not that bad,” laughed the blonde, “where do you want to go then?”

“The Grosvenor.”

“I’m not walking in there dressed like this, it’s too snotty, they’ll all look down their antalya escort bayan noses at you.”

“Well I’m sure if we just sit quietly in the corner and you don’t try to ravish me across the pool table, we’ll be fine,” smirked Naseen.

“Oh ha ha, very funny, anyway I’m not going in there, let’s try The Leopard.”

“Oh go on then,” Naseen moaned.

They walked further into town, the streets getting busier with smartly dressed people going out for the evening, making the two of them stand out in their tracksuits. Eventually they reached The Leopard, a large pub in the town centre on the edge of the main square. Walking through the door, they found the place was packed.

“I thought you wanted somewhere quiet?” said Naseen.

“I changed my mind,” the blonde shrugged, “come on.”

After eventually getting served, they found a table and sat down.

“Well, what are you going to do about Bethany then?”

“What can I do? She’s got the whole team on her side, well, nearly the whole team,” Shannon smiled, grabbing Naseen’s hand.

“Aren’t you going to try and talk to them?”

“Fuck ’em, if Beth wants to be captain so much, she can have it, I’m really not that interested any more Naz,” the blonde grumped.

“Will you still play if Beth is made captain?”

“No chance!” Shannon scoffed, “I’d rather quit.”

“Well if you go, I go.”

“You don’t have to do that on my account,” Shannon sighed, gently running her fingers over Naz’s palm.

“I wouldn’t want to play if you’re not there,” she smiled, leaning over and kissing the big blonde.

“Don’t start that again, we’ve only just got here,” said Shannon knocking back her drink, “want another?”

“Yeah go on then, but let’s take it easy, I don’t want to get pissed”…………

A couple of hours later they wobbled out of the door on to the square, laughing and joking as they went.

“Right, where next?” asked Naseen eagerly.

“Errrm…..there,” the blonde giggled, drunkenly pointing at a garishly lit building across the square.

“Francisco’s? It’s a fuckin’ lap dancing club!” Naseen shrieked.

“I know.”

“What the hell do you want to go in there for?”

“Why, you’re not scared are you?” Shannon teased.

“Piss off Shan, course I’m not!”

“Well, come on then.”

“We’ll never get past that gorilla on the door anyway,” said Naseen.

“We will.”

Sure enough, the bouncer did nothing more than nod a greeting as they stepped inside. Looking round the large, dimly lit room, they saw that it was split up into booths all round the edge. In the centre was a row of three poles with a topless girl sliding or gyrating round each one as a DJ played some awful dance music. The pair stood at the bar with their drinks for a moment, taking in the scene.

“Have you ever been in here before?” asked the big girl.

“Well, oddly enough Shan, no,” Naseen replied sarcastically, “why, have you?”

“No, I just wanted to see what was like in here, why do they keep gawping at us?”

“Erm…maybe because we’re the only two women in here who haven’t got their tits out, come on, let’s drink these and go,” Naseen moaned.

“Let’s go and sit down,” beamed Shannon, confidently striding over to one of the empty booths.

“You’re not fuckin’ serious?”

“Yep.”

“Fine fine, wait for me,” Naseen sighed, quickly catching her friend up.

The pair sat down and looked around at the other booths; they all had the usual clientele you would expect to find in an establishment like this, groups of young lads or fat balding businessmen leering at the performers in front of them. Placed around the room were a few more bouncers, making sure the customers behaved themselves.

“Well, what do we do now?”

“I dunno,” the big girl shrugged, “like I said, I’ve never been in here before; I just wanted to see what it was like.”

“Some of them are quite pretty,” said Naseen quietly as they looked around at the girls.

“Hmm, not bad I suppose.”

Shannon noticed her friend’s gaze had fallen on a pretty red haired girl in a blue sparkly thong and waistcoat dancing for one of the booths opposite. When she had finished, she walked back towards the bar, meaning Naseen could no longer see her. With a scheming look on her face, Shannon turned to her pretty friend.

“I’m just nipping the loo.”

“What? You’re not gonna leave me here on my own are you?” Naseen panicked.

“I won’t be a minute.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“Don’t be daft, stay there,” Shannon smiled nervously.

“What are you up to?”

“Nothing, I won’t be a minute.”

With that, the big blonde quickly got up and left the booth, leaving her friend sitting anxiously huddled over her drink. She had no idea what had possessed Shannon to bring them in here, some of the people looked really creepy, ‘How the hell can these girls do this?’ she thought, as she watched a pretty little brunette dressed in just a pair of white bikini bottoms performing in front of two middle alanya escort aged men. Just then, Shannon returned with two more drinks and sat down next to her.

“There you go, get that down you,” she smiled handing her the glass.

“Thanks, we’re not staying in here long are we?” Naseen asked hopefully.

“Nah, we’ll go in a bit,” the big girl replied, putting her drink on the shelf at the back of the booth.

Suddenly aware of a presence, Naseen looked up to find the red haired girl standing in front of them, smiling at her.

“This is Stacey,” Shannon purred softly to her friend, “I thought you might like a closer look.”

“Shan….wha…..I,”

Naseen’s eyes widened as the girl edged closer to her, slowly unbuttoning her little waistcoat. She sat back as Stacey dropped it on the floor and leaned over her, her pert little breasts inches from her face. Shannon grinned deviously; sitting back and watching her friend desperately trying not to enjoy experience as the redhead danced closer to her. Leaning over, Stacey whispered something in Naseen’s ear; closing her eyes, she smiled and nodded. Quickly checking no one was looking, the redhead straddled her ‘customer’, gently grinding against her. Seconds later, the dancer got up, planted a kiss on her lips and left, winking at Shannon.

“Well, did you like that?” the blonde smiled wickedly at her friend.

“You bitch; you set that up, didn’t you?” Naseen scowled.

“Of course I did,” the big girl laughed, “your face was a picture.”

“Oh well I’m glad you enjoyed it!” she huffed.

“Oh yeah, and you hated it, didn’t you?” Shannon whispered, “you’ve been eyeing her up ever since we got in here.”

“No I haven’t,” her friend protested, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

“Who’s embarrassed now?” the blonde teased, gently stroking her face.

Feeling the butterflies in her stomach once more, she leaned over and kissed the big girl.

“Let’s go,” she whispered.

“Okay.”

The pair left the club and made their way across the square to the taxi rank.

“We can go back to my flat if you like,” said Shannon, putting her arm around Naseen’s waist.

“Okay,” she whispered, kissing the big blonde’s neck. Reaching the taxi rank, the pair clambered into the lead cab.

“Where to, love?” the driver asked.

“82, Mallam Drive please,” replied Shannon, putting on her seat belt and grabbing Naseen’s hand.

About ten minutes later, they arrived outside Shannon’s flat; paying the driver, the two friends went inside.

“Bloody hell Shan, this place is massive! How do you afford it?”

“I share it with another girl,” the big girl replied, “don’t worry; she’s out at the moment.”

“What time will she be back?” Naseen asked anxiously.

“Oh, not for ages yet, go on, go through there and I’ll get us both a drink,” Shannon smiled.

Naseen stepped into the lounge and sat down on the leather sofa, placing her kit bag on the floor. The room was quite large, with a wooden floor and a large fur rug in front of the fire place.

“There you go, hope you like vodka, it’s all I could find,” the big blonde said, handing her friend the glass.

“Yeah it’s fine, thanks.”

Shannon placed her glass on the small table by the sofa and sat down next to Naseen, gently stroking her hair. Putting her glass down, the young girl kissed her, gradually pushing her tongue deeper into the blonde’s mouth; groaning wantonly, she pushed Naseen on to her back and unzipped her tracksuit top.

“Take it off,” the big girl whispered.

Sitting back up, Naseen removed the top, followed by her t-shirt and lacy black bra, dropping them on the floor. She then lay back on the sofa as Shannon kissed slowly down her neck and on to her pert tits; gently gripping her right nipple between her teeth, the blonde began to suck it, whilst gently twisting the left one with her thumb and forefinger, making the olive skinned girl cry out lustfully.

“Oh God Shan, yes…yes…don’t stop!”

“Shhhh, baby,” Shannon whispered, slipping her hand down the front of Naseen’s tracksuit bottoms and rubbing it over the top of her thong.

“Ohhhh…..fuck….fffuck!”

“You like that?” Shannon asked softly.

“Oh God……yes….yes Shan!”

First slipping off her trainers, the blonde then slowly pulled down her friend’s tracksuit bottoms, bringing the skimpy black thong down with them, leaving her in just a pair of white ankle socks. Shannon’s eyes widened as their gaze fell on Naseen’s pussy, the trimmed bush and the soft lips, already glistening. The big blonde knelt down beside her and kissed down her belly, her mewls and groans getting more fevered as she neared the dark, neatly trimmed triangle.

“Oh Shan….please….pleease!” she gasped, arching her back.

Shannon gently ran her tongue along the sweet tasting lips and rolled it around the rock hard clit, making the pretty Indian girl scream ecstatically, her body bucking and writhing as the big blonde licked and sucked antalya escort harder.

“AAAAAAHHHH……..OH FU……FFFUCK…..YEEESSS!”

“Is that nice?”

“OHHHHH YES……YES…..PLEASE DON’T STOP….PLEEEEASE!”

Knowing that her friend was close to the edge, Shannon pushed her tongue in as far as she could; feeling the muscles starting to spasm, she thrust it in and out, harder and faster.

“AAAHHH…..SHAN…..FUCK ME…..FUCK ME…YYYYEEEEAAAAHH!”

Digging her fingers into the sofa, Naseen screamed as an intense orgasm racked her body, wave after wave of euphoria coursing through her. All too quickly, the amazing feeling subsided and she fell back, her senses reeling. Moving back up her body, Shannon kissed her passionately, the taste of her own pussy on the blonde’s tongue making her groan wantonly and tug at the big girl’s tracksuit top. Breaking off the kiss, Shannon smiled down at her lustful friend.

“Go and lie on the rug,” she whispered.

Getting up off the sofa, Naseen slowly paced over and lay back on the rug; the fur making her whole body tingle as she ran her hands and feet through it. As her friend lay back, Shannon slowly undressed, first removing her trainers, then her tracksuit, followed her blue bra and panties and finally her socks. Standing over her friend, she suddenly dropped down and straddled her, holding her down by the wrists.

“Oh yeah?” Naseen giggled, “and what are you going to do now?”

“The same as you did to me earlier,” the big blonde said softly, sliding up until her waxed pussy was right above Naseen’s mouth.

“Well, go on then,” Shannon whispered, moving closer.

Grabbing the big blonde’s thighs, Naseen gently licked along the soft chubby lips, teasing the rapidly swelling clit with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh yeah that’s it, come on lick it!” Shannon gasped, grinding her pussy down on to her friend’s eager tongue, the sweet taste making her lick and suck feverishly. The big girl moaned lustfully as she felt Naseen’s tongue slide inside her dripping snatch; closing her eyes, she ran her fingers through the Indian girl’s jet black hair, grabbing the back of her head and forcing it between her legs.

“COME ON…..LICK IT BABY……LICK IT!”

Gasping and fighting for breath, Naseen obeyed the blonde, kissing and sucking her swollen clit, making her throw her head back as she felt the climax building within her. Unable to hold on any longer, she screamed as the orgasm tore through her body.

“AAAAHHHH…….OHHH……FFFFUUCK…..NAZ……NAZ…YYYEEEAAHH!”

Feeling all the strength drain away from her, Shannon lay back on the rug next to her exhausted friend, the divine feeling of the fur against her naked skin mixing with the post-orgasmic waves streaming through her body.

“Oh God, that was beautiful,” she groaned, gently running her fingers down Naseen’s body.

“Let’s go to your room,” she whispered, grabbing the big girl’s hand.

“Okay.”

Leading Naseen down the hallway, Shannon opened the bedroom door and they stepped inside. Her friend cast her eyes around the softly lit room; against the back wall was a large bed, with deep red satin sheets and a wrought iron bedstead. The room itself was decorated the same shade as the bedclothes and the soft plush carpet which Naseen could feel between her toes.

“Well, what do you think?” Shannon asked softly.

“It’s very nice, so you sleep in here alone then?”

“Erm…most of the time, yes,” the big blonde purred, gently leading her friend over to the bed.

The pair lay on the bed, the satin sheets caressing their naked bodies; Naseen moaned blissfully as her friend kissed and nuzzled her neck.

“Lie on your back,” the blonde whispered.

Lying back, Naseen gave out a startled gasp as her friend produced two silk scarves from the bedside drawer.

“Wha….what are you doing?” she asked anxiously.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you,” Shannon smiled reassuringly; “I’m just going to tie your wrists to the bedstead.”

“What for?”

“What’s the matter, don’t you trust me?” the blonde teased.

“Yes….yes of course I do, I’m just…..”

“Well then, relax,” beamed Shannon, gently tying the girl’s wrists, “I promise you will enjoy this.”

Kissing her on the forehead, the big girl then slipped between Naseen’s legs and slowly began to rub her pussy against her rock hard clit, making her cry out.

“Ohhhh….oh God Shan….that’s…..ohhh ffffuuck!”

“Is that nice?”

“Oh God yes….harder…..harder…please Shan…pleease!”

Grabbing Naseen’s leg, she thrust down harder on her friend; her cries getting louder and more desperate as she pulled at her restraints.

“AAAAAHHH………FFFFUUCK……OH GOD YYEEAH…YYYEEEAAAHH!”

“That’s it baby, come for me.”

Naseen arched her back and screamed as a shuddering orgasm raged deep within, making her whole body tense as the waves coursed through her.

“AAAAHHHH….FFFUUCK…SHAN….SHAN….YYYYYEEEEAAAHHHH!”

As Naseen fell back on the bed, Shannon let go of her leg and got up off the bed. Gently stroking her hair, she smiled down at her exhausted lover.

“You okay?”

“Oh yes,” Naseen groaned, “that was gorgeous, are you going to untie me now?”

“Erm…not just yet,” the blonde purred, “I’ve got another surprise for you.”

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Katherine woke just after eight o’clock to a light tapping at her bedroom door, as had become a ritual it would be her brother offering a cup of coffee. Kathy fluffed up her pillows placed them against the bed head and called.

“Enter Cockslut.”

Luke opened the door his head bowed carrying her coffee and walked to the side of the bed.

“Good morning Mistress Katherine.”

“Morning Cockslut.”

She took the cup from the tray ad waved a hand in his direction dismissing him.

“Enjoy yourself at school today Linda.”

Lukey baby went to his room and got ready for school sexy lingerie and all, he knew if anyone found out about him wearing lingerie to school then he’d die of embarrassment but if he disobeyed his Mistress everyone would find out anyway. He was ready and waiting at eight thirty when Johnny dropped in to pick him up.

After a quick shower to help wake her up Kathy sat down at her computer she had a stack of work to catch up on, she worked flat out until hunger pains stopped her at eleven thirty. Starving Katherine headed down stairs to raid the refrigerator; her mind began wandering after working for several hours without a break.

“I wish I didn’t have to work it’s not like I need the cash, or be like Mum and only work for an interest, and she called me lazy for working from home fuck her.”

Opening the refrigerator she spied half a tub of yogurt and a punnet of strawberries she dumped the strawberries into the container peeled a banana, sliced it into the yogurt. Grabbing a spoon from the top drawer Kathy settled down at the breakfast bar and wolfed down the fruit and yogurt. After dropping the spoon in the sink and the container into the rubbish Kathy turned back refreshed and ready for another heavy work session.

Climbing the stairs she decided that since she’d started doing most of her work from home and only had to go into the office once or twice a week her brother didn’t need to continue his schooling his time could be better spent at home, where he could service his sister Mistress. If he showed enough promise she could train him to do the more menial tasks for her so she’d have more leisure or pleasure time their Mother could pay for a tutor if need be.

That night while Linda Cockslut was busy sucking and fucking her boyfriend Johnny big dick, Kathy sat at her lap top and composed another disc to give their Mother. This instalment would make Deborah think that her son was being bullied at school and she would be adamant that she was taking him out of that fucking school. Suddenly what her Mother had said to her earlier came back to her, then a kinky thought crossed Kathy’s mind.

“Mum does fuck all except that joke of a job at the charity shop and going to the fucking gym all the time now she’s a rich bitch. I’m going to turn the lazy slut into Lukey baby’s new sex craved nymphomaniac teacher, by the way she’s been fucking that big black dildo in her drawer she’ll like being a super slutty sex education teacher and she’ll get all the dick she wants.”

Starting off Kathy made sure that the very afternoon she took Lukey baby out of school her Mother would go shopping for school supplies, Deborah would spare no expense.

Kathy then wrote into the virus that from every week day morning that Katherine commanded it, her Mother would wake up as normal but as soon as the clock strikes eight thirty then she is to go to her bed room and change into one the sexiest, sluttiest outfit she owns then put on her biggest heels. After applying her make-up as sluttishly as she could she would wait for the clock to strike nine thirty.

She would then walk down the rear service stairs to the study where she would become school teacher Miss Dianne Johnson as far as she knew was that her pupil would be a young male with an identity problem, he wasn’t sure if he was a guy or a girl. As such Dianne Johnson wouldn’t see her son but just a confused boy and a darn sexy one at that especially when he’s cross dressed. She is to remain as Dianne Johnson until one o’clock in the afternoon The last line of code Kathy added as an after thought, Dianne Johnson’s a perverted whore that has a soft spot for Transsexuals and cross dressers and she has to come at least three times every day or she gets very very mad.

Finally Kathy laid the virus program over a DVD she’d compiled from her computer files of her Mother drilling her wide open pussy with have her favorite enormous black dildo, Kathy pasted on her short introduction speech before it, so Deborah’s mind was dulled and she didn’t get alarmed when the real show started and pressed the mouse button to burn the disc.

“That will fix my over sexed old mole of a Mother, if she does a good job teaching Lukey baby then I might let her become aware of her alter ego Dianne Johnson. Fuck I might just do it anyway just to embarrass the fuck out of the bitch.”

The computer drawer opened and Kathy took the DVD and went to put it in her Mother’s DVD player, when Deborah got home she’d tell her to watch it. Walking up the hall she could hear Johnny big Dick’s voice antalya escort through the closed door as he fucked her little brother’s willing asshole, stopping outside the door she listened.

“That’s it Linda Cockslut take my big cock you little whore. You love being arse fucked don’t you, Linda Cockslut?”

“Yeah big Johnny specially your big thick prick lover boy Fuck me faster Johnny big dick Ram that big cock of yours up me harder baby, harder baby, aghhhh yeah that’s it honey fuck Linda Cock slut’s hole hard and fast.”

Kathy shook her head and continued on towards her Mother’s bedroom thinking.

“I’m glad Lukey’s room is under constant surveillance, from the sounds of it he’s getting a right royal fucking I’ll have to check it out when Johnny’s gone home.”

After putting the DVD in Deborah’s player Kathy rapped her knuckles against her brother’s now quite bedroom door and shouted out.

“Make the most of it tonight you pair because your Mistress wants you both full of come next Friday night so it’s no fucking sucking or even wanking after tonight, did you hear me slaves?”

“Yes, Mistress Katherine I heard.”

“Yes, Mistress Katherine it’s clear I’m not to fuck suck or pull my little dick because you honour me by wanting my worthless come.”

“Good girl Linda Cockslut, now Johnny Big Dick what do you say? Well, I’m waiting?”

“Sorry Mistress Katherine I won’t cum till you let me Mistress.”

“That’s better now will you pair stop acting like rabbits and come out of there?”

“Yes Mistress Katherine.”

“Yeah Mistress Katherine we’ll be out in a minute if it’s Okay?”

“I’ll be in the lounge don’t keep your Mistress waiting.”

Ten minutes later they were all sitting on the lounge watching a movie. Lukey baby was curled up on Johnny’s lap dressed in a sexy red camisole and a 4 inch wide black lace suspender belt trimmed in red its straps were attached to his sheer lace top black stockings. He’d managed to walk down from his bedroom wearing his brand new 5 inch black patent leather ankle boots without a single stumble. As they sat there Lukey baby absentmindedly stroked Johnny’s thick member through his jeans, Kathy kept an eye on Johnny’s bulge as well. When it started to grow Lukey baby looked at Katherine and pleaded.

“Johnny’s getting a stiffy Mistress Katherine can I suck him off please?”

“If you must Linda Cockslut if you must.”

Lukey proceeded to take out Johnny big cock and began licking the huge head smearing a mixture of Johnny’s pre come and saliva all over the fat purple knob. He wanted to make Johnny’s big dick nice and slippery because he was going to show his Mistress how well he’d been training with bananas. He was now able to deep throat Johnny’s massive cock all the way until his nose was crushed by Johnny’s pubic bone, good and deep as Johnny called it. Transfixed Kathy watched as her sibling gulped and slurped his way along Johnny’s prick sliding further along its massive length. Pride welled up in the pit of her stomach as she continued watching the deep throating show her little brother was performing on Johnny’s big dick. Lukey lifted his head enough so that he could gulp down a few quick breaths then he speared his throat down onto Johnny’s huge cock. It only took four or five of this type of throat ripping thrusts before Johnny’s cock spewed its sticky love juice deep into Lukey baby Cock slut’s waiting gullet. Kathy new her Cockslut of a brother would rather have tasted Johnny’s sweet seed, but she was impressed that he’d managed to not spill a single drop.

“Okay Johnny big dick since Linda cock slut has emptied you out it’s time for you to go home, the little whore needs her beauty sleep you know.”

“Yes, Mistress Katherine it’s getting late I should go.”

Leaning down Johnny kissed Linda cock slut, deeply probing his mouth with his hot tongue Lukey baby kissed him back just as hard.

“Good night Mistress Katherine, goodnight Lukey baby you sexy little cock slut.”

“Nite nite Johnny baby.”

“Yeah night Johnny big dick.”

A few minutes after Johnny left Kathy stretched her legs.

“Your Mistress wants a coffee cock slut.”

“Yes Mistress Katherine.”

Lukey baby stood up and went to the kitchen to put the kettle on. He practiced his high heel walking while he waited for the kettle to boil. Lukey baby didn’t want to spill his Mistress’s coffee. As his luck would have it just as he began carrying it into the sitting room when he heard his Mother’s car in the garage and so did his sister.

“Freeze Linda Cockslut don’t you dare move a muscle slut or else.”

“Yes Mistress Katherine.”

Lukey baby stood in the middle of their kitchen absolutely dreading their Mother’s entrance as he was dressed in sexy lingerie wearing one of his Mother’s wigs and a whole heap of her make-up holding his Mistress’s steaming cup of coffee. Hearing Deborah’s high heels clicking on the stairs gave him goose pimples her foot steps got closer and closer suddenly his Mother was beside akseki escort him, her arms full of plastic shopping bags. Deborah lent over and kissed her son on the cheek.

“Hi Linda that’s a sexy outfit you have on my dear, since your living here rent free you can pay your way by doing the housework and I’ll share the cooking duties with you, I might even teach you some of my special recipes. You’d better watch out for Lukey baby when he’s home though if that randy little fucker sees you dressed like that he’ll want to dick you for sure.”

Lukey blushed brightly when Deborah saw this she felt a thrill and decided to play it a little.

“From what Katherine has told me about your adventures ad therefore knowing the little slut you are you’ve probably already jumped his bones.”

“Okay Aunty Deborah no worries I’d love to do the housework.”

“Where is your Mistress’s coffee Linda Cockslut?”

Katherine called from the sitting room. Patting Lukey on the bum Deborah said.

“You’d better take that in Linda you don’t want to anger your Mistress do you?”

“No, Aunty Deborah that’s one thing I don’t ever want to do.”

Marvelling at how easily his Mother accepted the situation Lukey baby shook his head and started towards where his sister Mistress was waiting.

Deborah followed her son into the sitting room her eyes glued to the 5 inch spike heels as they clicked on the slate floor.

“Hi Kate has Linda been behaving herself?”

“Well, if you call being fucked three times and sucking on Johnny big Dick’s huge prick then yeah she’s been a good little Cockslut.”

“Since she wasn’t out fucking the whole town I’m happy Kate.”

“Yeah so am I Mum. To say the least, now go to bed leave your light on and door open, I’ve put a DVD in the player for you to watch I’m keen to get your feedback.”

“Okay then I’m off to bed don’t stay up to late will you, oh yeah Kate I’ll let you know about that DVD in the morning.”

“Night Mum.”

“Goodnight Aunty Deborah.”

Watching his Mother disappear up the stairs Lukey baby turned to his sister.

“She does whatever you say Mistress Katherine and thank God she didn’t know it was me.”

“Not yet she doesn’t Lukey baby Cockslut but that’ll change now go switch the dishwasher on, it’s time we were in bed.”

“Yes Mistress Katherine.”

Katherine waited for her sibling at the top of the stairs the only light was flooding from their Mother’s bedroom. As Lukey baby walked up to her she placed a finger to her lips telling him to be silent, then Kathy gave him the signal to follow her as she crept towards Deborah’s bedroom. Stopping outside the bathroom where they were still deep in the shadows but both could clearly see their Mother on her bed. Deborah was totally naked her legs were wide open and her favorite dildo was deep inside her gash. She couldn’t have seen them even if they were standing in the door way because she had her big left boob pulled up and she was greedily sucking on her own hard nipple.

“See how much of a fuck slut our Mother, is Lukey baby just look at the way she’s fucking herself with that huge black dildo.”

“How long has she been like this Mistress Katherine?”

“Always Lukey baby, but I brought her out of her shell just over two weeks ago and she’s coming along nicely don’t you think?”

“Yes, Mistress Katherine are you going to turn her into one of your slaves?”

“You’d like that would you, you’d love to fuck your Mother wouldn’t you Lukey baby my kinky little Cockslut?”

“Oh yes yes yes Mistress Katherine you know I would.”

“Look at the whore she doing herself doggie style.”

Looked into their Mother’s bedroom he saw Deborah was now on all fours her rounded butt sticking up towards the ceiling she was reaching around holding the black dildo by its fake balls. As she pumped her arm she drove six to eight inches into then out of her soaking gash with each stroke Deborah jerked forward her massive boobs swaying to and fro, her big stiff teats scraping across the bed sheet with every movement. Hearing her Mother beginning to get a little vocal she turned to Luke.

“Come on lets leave her to it, off to bed Linda Cockslut and remember no wanking Lukey baby Cockslut.”

“Yes, ER no Mistress Katherine good night.”

Deborah’s children crept back down the hallway and left her to enjoy her favorite dildo. Luke went to his room he was exhausted but still randy enough that he pulled his G-string aside freeing his semi hard dick and wanked it faster than he’d ever done it before thinking of his Mother doggie fucking herself only twenty five feet away. Then was asleep five minutes later. Kathy went to her room she was keen to see just what Linda Cockslut and Johnny had been up to. Sadly she was disappointed because the boys had been pretty tame it was standard fucking and sucking Although she did get a few nice clips that she posted on his web site, him doing his deep throat technique on Johnny’s long thick cock, one showing his aksu escort suspender clad thighs stocking tops and his freshly shaved smooth ass being split by Johnny big Dick’s huge cock. The last was a strip show he’d done for Johnny, Kathy then called up her surveillance program to see if her Mother had stopped fucking herself. When the window opened there was Deborah curled up on her bed greedily licking her favorite dildo, switching on the microphones Katherine could clearly her Mother.

“Oh Big Boy you taste even better with Deb’s juices on your lovely thick prick. Let dirty Deb lick your big hard cock clean for you, Big Boy.”

Switching off her lap top she made a mental note to copy her Mother’s latest episode onto her next DVD. The next morning Kathy slept late it was already past nine thirty when she walked into the kitchen for her morning coffee, her Mother greeted her.

“Morning sleepy head have a late one did we?”

“Hi Mum no I just had a bit of catching up to do.”

“Kate did you know that Lukey baby is being teased and bullied at school, that’s why he’s been suspended so much this term and that fucking useless Dean isn’t doing anything.”

“Yeah Mum he’s told me that he can’t take much more and doesn’t know what he’ll do.”

“That school was hopeless when I went there now it’s even worse. I might just take him out of there. I’m interested in your opinion what do you think Kate?”

“Anything that makes him happier Mum would be good with me.”

“If I have to then I’ll pay for a private teacher, anything to make sure my Lukey baby gets a proper education it’s not like I can’t afford it eh Kate.”

“Yeah we could set her up in the study that way I could keep an eye on him when you aren’t home Mum. I’ll download the application forms for home schooling if you like.”

“Good idea Kate do that for me please, it’s settled then I’ll go down to the school this afternoon. Now do you have to go into the office today?”

“No, I went in yesterday and don’t have to go in again for about a week why Mum.”

“Oh no reason I was just wondering that’s all.”

They sat and chatted for an hour or so Deborah asked Kathy if she had any sexy dress that she could borrow, she had an appointment at the bank and she wanted to be knock out drop dead gorgeous. So after lunch Katherine went through her closet and carried half a dozen outfits into her Mother’s bedroom, they both then went through Deborah’s closet and Kathy picked out a few items.

“Haven’t you got anything better than this Mum?”

“Um well ER maybe your dad did buy me a dress when you went to collage and Lukey baby was at camp but I don’t think it’ll fit me anymore.”

“Get it out Mum and let’s find out shall we because if it doesn’t fit you it might fit me.”

“Okay then.”

Deborah took down an overnight bag opened it and pulled out a plastic shopping bag. Kathy licked her lips in anticipation she’d thought that the old bag contained some of her fathers old things, her Mother’s gardening clothes. So when Deborah took a crumpled pile of pink satin like material from the shopping bag she had Katherine’s undivided attention, holding the dress against herself with one arm Deborah smoothed the soft material with her free hand.

“Well are you going to try it on Mum or what?”

“Um yes I suppose so.”

Deborah walked over to the bed and laid the down the short pink dress. Without the slightest hint of embarrassment she crossed her arms gripping the waist band of her sweat top pulled it off over her head in a single movement. Then after stepping out of its matching bottoms Deborah placed her hands on her hips.

“I suppose since my straps will show I’ll have to take off my bra to won’t I Kate?”

“Yeah Mum that’s right we don’t want anything to spoil the overall look do we?”

“No, we don’t Sweetie, no we don’t.”

As she talked Deborah reached for the clasp behind her back she didn’t care that her daughter was sitting only a few feet from her. Freeing her massive tits from their nylon prison she put a hand under each heavenly mound and lifted them up slightly.

“Not bad titties for an old bag eh Kate?”

“You’re not an old bag Mum and yes they are a pair of beauties for sure, all you need is some better lingerie to accentuate those sexy curves.”

“Can you help your dear old Mum with her dress Sweetie?”

“Of course I will Mum but don’t call yourself old cause with that body you’re definitely not old, haven’t you seen the way Johnny looks at you every time you come into the room?”

“I just thought he was being nice to me Kate.”

Kathy held the dress for her Mother as she stepped into it then stood back to watch as Deborah slid the dress up over her hips. Gathering the pink satin around her waist Deborah spun it around so it was in the right position, she the started to pull it up struggling to get it over her huge boobs. Luckily for her the dress was 50% Lycra so it had plenty of stretch. After a little hassle Deborah’s big tits were squashed into the dress and she pulled the hem down straightening out the ruffles gathered at her waist. The short strapless dress was actually ruffled all the way down the front and only barely covered Deborah’s white butt cheeks. Spinning around on one foot her huge melons heaved with every breath and threatened to spill out at any second.

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Chapter 03: Seeds of Doubt

I walked into Ms. Murphy’s and saw Penny…again. She stood at the front counter, chatting with Melissa; acting all cute, batting her eyes. She let out a phony laugh at something Melissa said, and then placed a hand on her shoulder. Oh hell to the no!

“Hi Melissa,” I said in a loud clear voice, strolling over to them.

“Hi Rachel,” Melissa said shoving the hand away.

“What some coffee Rachel?” Melissa said.

“Sure” I replied, watching Miss Flirty Mc Flirt out the corner of my eye.

Melissa turned away toward the coffee station. Penny was quite attractive; her strawberry blond hair was styled in a glossy and neat ponytail, her eyes were hazel and she wore a lime green sundress with white ballet flats. She was a perfect specimen of Caucasian beauty.

“You’re Rachel, right, Melissa’s college BFF?”

“Yes, I remember you. You’re Penny.”

“That’s me!” ” You’ve been here a lot this week I’ve noticed, hanging around Melissa.”

“Why would you care?” she snapped, “it’s not you’re her girlfriend.

“She is my girlfriend actually.”

“Melissa never mentioned you were her girlfriend.”

How on earth could Melissa not tell her about me? Crap, it’s the return of the Barbie dolls well, one of them anyway, I thought. I readjusted the purse hanging from my shoulder. She was so flirting with Melissa. My gaydar went off the charts.

“Melissa and I had a pretty good thing going.” Penny sighed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “You look very professional.” Penny glanced over my gray pint striped skirt suit and matching high heels. “What do you do?”

“I’m a lawyer.”

“That must be a lot of work and hours.”

“It is but it is worth it.”

“I wonder how much time you actually spend with Melissa.”

“I spend plenty of time with her, we live together, and I come to the bakery nearly every day.”

“I mention that because Melissa seems stressed out lately. I just wonder if you’re a good match. You don’t have much in common with each other. She’s a baker, you’re a lawyer. You can’t even share make up with each other.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” My face scrunched up in confusion.

“Oh… I know she wants a taste of out some chocolate.”

“Excuse me?” I let out a tiny gasp.

“She just must want to know what’s like with a woman of color. From my experience it gets stale after a while. Interracial relationships can be fun and exciting for a bit, but how long will it last before the novelty wears off?

” We’ve been together for over a year! I roared. “I’m a human being, not a novelty!” I blinked back tears, forcing to myself to keep from crying. Some curious people turned in my direction. I snapped my head in their direction. “Do you mind?” Several of them turned away, startled by my wrath.

Penny took a few steps closer to me so she was right in my face and asked in a quiet, malicious tone, “When was the last time she made love you?”

Stunted by my shock and anger, I couldn’t answer.

“That’s what I thought,” Penny sneered.

“Here’s your coffee, Rach.” Melissa was back with a large Styrofoam cup of coffee and a huge chunk of coffee cake. Her eyes went back and forth between me and Penny who managed to step away from me within the seconds it took for Melissa to notice us. “What is going on?”

“Haven’t you noticed Penny has been here a lot this week?” My temper was starting to boil over like a covered pasta pot.

“She just got back to town, we’ve been catching up.” Melissa said.

“When I walked in she was all over you. Why didn’t you tell her about us?”

“I was going to…. and” Melissa stammered.

“Then I ask again, why didn’t you tell her about us?”

Melissa said nothing.

“You antalya escort know what, I’m just going to go, let you two ‘catch up’ so more.” I marched out the bakery, my heels clicking loudly against the floor.

When I got home that evening, I tossed my purse and brief case into a corner of the living room. I went to the bedroom and plopped back on the queen size bed with a sigh. The past month was grueling. I was made an associate at the firm which made me busier than ever.

The wedding season was in full swing which meant a lot of work for Melissa as well. She had to bake these elaborate wedding cakes and each detail had to be perfect. We would come home, dragging our feet with barely enough energy to cook a decent meal.

I yanked off my heels, sighing in relief. After giving my feet a massage, I replaced my work suit with a pair of black short shorts and Melissa’s green Kiss Me I’m Irish t shirt. I heard a squeak from the bathroom, indicating that Melissa had just finished her post work shower.

Melissa almost always showers after work unless she is completely exhausted, like on the night of our one year anniversary. I found her curled up on the couch, covered in flour and totally conked out. Some lose strands of her wavy red hair framed her small oval shaped face. She looked so pretty and peaceful. I watched her sleep for a moment, and then woke her up. We shared an amazing steak dinner then spent the rest of the night in bed, our passion for each other as strong as ever.

Not too long after our anniversary, the intimate side of our partnership began to fizzle out. I would pass out or she would before the other could get in the mood stated. Melissa worked a lot of weekends so even then it was tricky to snag her for a quickie, much less for a decent romp in bed. I padded to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and leaned against the counter. I sipped the water in silence for a minute or two before Melissa stormed into the kitchen.

“Rachel,” she said with an irritated edge to her voice, “you left your heels in the middle of the bedroom floor and I nearly tripped over them. This has to be the 50th time it has happened. How many times am I going to have to remind you to put your goddamn shoes away?”

“I’m sorry,” I grumbled, “it was a rough day, my feet were killing me so I just slipped them off and tossed them on the floor.”

“Were the shoes hurting your feet?”

I nodded.

“Then why in the hell do you wear them?”

“It’s a part of the business attire. “What happened today at the bakery? You made such a big scene. I was so embarrassed!” “Your ex- girlfriend was all over you and you didn’t do anything.”

“Yes I did.”

“Only when you saw me walking up the counter.”

“That’s true but…”

“Why did you let her hang all over you?” I put the bottle of water on the counter behind me and folded my arms.

“We were just talking. Penny’s very touchy feely.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll say. It wasn’t just that either. When you went to the back, Penny was poking her fake, plastic surgery nose around like she was Detective fucking Benson asking me all of kinds of questions. Then she…”

I took a deep breath and chewed on my bottom lip.

“What happened?” Melissa’s voice softened.

“She basically made the argument that we weren’t compatible because we have different occupations and not from the same racial background. That you were just trying a piece of chocolate.”

“What? Really? Melissa asked with outrage.

“Yeah,” I said in a tiny voice.

“That’s what made you so angry.” Melissa reached out and stroked my cheek.

“Yes and the last thing she asked me was when was the last time she made love to you in this muratpaşa escort quiet, sly voice.”

“What a conniving, racist bitch! You know what; after you left she tried to kiss me.”

“I knew she was trying get in your panties!” I snapped my fingers and shook my head. “What did you do?”

“I kicked the bitch out me shop, that’s what, and told her to never come back!” Her accent was more pronounced now that she was angry.

“It seemed like you were enjoying the attention. You were laughing right along with her and you two do look…good together.”

Frowning, I strolled away from her and slumped onto the couch in the living room. She jogged behind me and hopped onto the couch right next to me.

“I was. I’ll admit it. You barely pay attention to me anymore.”

“So you go get it from someone else.”

“Wait a second, hear me out.” She reached out and grasped my hands. “When she pressed her lips against mine I heard your voice in my head screaming, “Oh hell to the no!”

We both chuckled and I rested my head on her shoulder. “I was screaming that in my head when I saw you with her.”

“You know race means nothing, Rachel. Forget what that blond piece of shit thinks. I’m with you, not her. We did look good together, did as in past tense. Penny’s in my in my past, you’re my future.”

We embraced warmly and she rested her forehead against mine. “I’m sorry for making a scene” I said, rubbing her back.

“I’m sorry for the lack of attention I have been giving you lately.” Melissa said.

” We’ve both been working like crazy these days.”

“Not to mention, stressed out all the time.”

I lowered my voice into an alluring whisper. “I have a few ideas on how to fix that…” I lifted some of the hair off her neck then planted small kisses along it. She sighed with pleasure, a slow grin spreading across her freckled face.

“That tickles,” she giggled as I continued to assault her neck.

I nuzzled my nose against her cheek. I looked into those stunning green eyes of hers, leaned in and kissed her lips. Her lips were as smooth and sweet as vanilla soft serve ice cream. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I deepened the kiss, gripping onto her waist. As the intensity of the kiss increased, Melissa slid onto my lap. She ground her crotch against my inner thigh, sending hot, electric pluses throughout my entire body.

“Wanna go to bed?” I asked after several moments, using one hand to stroke her damp hair.

“I don’t think I can make it to bed. Do me right here, right now.” Her fingers danced up and down my spine.

“What do you want to me to do?” I kissed and tugged onto her ear lobe.

“Lick me!” she begged. She clamped her mouth against mine and gave my ass a brief squeeze.

“Mmmmmm….” I moaned into her mouth. I untied her robe and tossed it away. She was now in the total nude. She stretched out on the couch, lying on her back. It was such a sexy and gorgeous sight. I peeled off all of my clothing in a flash. Resting my body on top of hers; I cupped her milky breasts and felt her nipples become smooth pebbles under my touch.

“Don’t… just don’t touch them…”

I wrapped my lips around her right breast and sucked it, cutting off her sentence.

“Oooohhh, yes, love.” she exhaled in ecstasy. “You always know what I want.”

I glanced up to smile at her, and then dove back in, kissing, sucking and licking that beautiful mound, proceeding to repeat my worship to the other one. My mouth travelled lower down her body. I stroked and kissed along her stomach, I flicked my tongue over her belly button. My fingers dipped in between her inner thigh. They discovered a slick trail of thick, hot moisture.

“Someone antalya anal yapan escort made a mess” I teased.

“You caused it, getting me all wet.”

“You want me to clean it up?”

“Yeah…with your tongue.”

Happy to oblige, I scooted off of her and knelt down on the carpet in front of her. She sat up, spread her legs and started at me, a coaxing gleam in her eyes. I crawled in between her legs and flicked my tongue against her clit. “You tease,” she crooned. A wicked grin spread across my face. “Baby, quit playing around and eat me out!” Chuckling, I brushed my tongue up and down her entire pussy. I plunged my tongue deep inside of her and began to trust into her with it. She grabbed my hair and bucked against my mouth.

“Yes,” she screamed, “that’s my good girl.”

I moaned into her pussy at her exclamation and my lips hummed against her clit. I lifted my head to gulp in some fresh air and gazed down at my sweaty Irish sweetheart.

“Are you getting close?” I asked

She nodded and said, “Then it’s your turn.” She pressed a passionate kiss on my mouth, took my hand and shoved it in her crotch. I slid two fingers into her and began to pump them. As I worked up a good rhythm, my lips enfolded around her clit and I sucked it. My tongue flicked on her nub in between sucks while I gradually quickened the pace of my trusting fingers. Melissa panted and groaned with reckless abandon. I knew she was almost there.

“Come for me, Melissa,” I urged with a whisper. She tensed, and then shook with a violet quake; she let out her gaudiest screech yet while her orgasm ripped throughout her core. I flopped down my head on her lap, worn out from my efforts.

“Woah, “Melissa breathed, “That was just…wow.” She raked her fingers through my hair.

“I’m sweating like mad.” I sat up and wiped sweat away from my brow.

“You think you’re hot now, wait until I’m done with you.” She smirked.

She stood up and shoved me down on my stomach into the couch.

“Sit on your knees.” She kissed my mouth, the nape of my neck, around my ears, my shoulders and all the way down my back. Meanwhile her strong, warm hands kneaded my breasts.

“Oh God”, I sighed, “don’t make me wait too long, baby, please.”

She grasped onto my ass cheeks and licked my slit. I moaned pressing my face into a pillow. She ran her talented tongue over my slit and up and down my pussy lips. My body relaxed, enjoying the delicious ripples of pleasure cursing throughout it. She also put her mouth to work by sucking hard on my clit and pussy lips in between licks.

“Put your tongue in my pussy,” I breathed. She did as I commanded, trusting it into me slowly and I hissed. “Yesssss.”

Her tongue went in and out of me with passionate zeal. I clung on my pillow, incoherent noises and grunts issuing of my mouth. She replaced her tongue with her fingers after a while then alternated between two, her pace becoming quicker and quicker. She also smacked my ass quite a bit as well. All too soon I felt my muscles begin to tense.

“That’s it,” Melissa urged, “come for me.”

At her words, I squeezed my eyes closed, screamed into the pillow and shook as if I was connected to a high voltage battery. Melissa laid me down on the couch. She gathered me into her arms and cuddled me.

“Are you okay,” Melissa soothed, placing a kiss on my cheek.

“I’m wonderful,” I said in a drowsy and blissful voice.

“Where you really worried I was going to run off with Penny?” Melissa asked.

“I felt threatened, that’s for sure.”

“I thought you had more confidence than that, woman.”

“Well, she’s pretty…”

“So are you. And I love you; I honestly and truly love you. What Penny and I had was lust mostly. Plus you know what they say, once you go black…”

“You never go back!”

We burst out into a big fit of laughter. My worries melted away.

“Want to join me in the shower, Missy?” I suggested after we calmed down.

“That sounds lovely.”

We got up, and I lead her into to the bathroom. “It’s going to be a long night,” I said with a smirk and I shut the door behind us.

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The club was hot and full of people. The press of bodies and the throbbing music could make anyone’s pulse race. Jessi tossed back her silky brown curls over her shoulder, exposing her cleavage as she moved in time to the music. She and Jackie were the hottest example of perfect opposites in the club that night. Jessi wore a shining black and red zebra skirt and a top that laced up in front to show off the tops of her round breasts. The skirt brushed the tops of her favorite black knee high boots, and the slit showed a lot of thigh. Her curled brown hair was a tousled mess as she had a tendency to toss her hair with the music.

Jackie must have been hot in the leather skirt, but you couldn’t tell by looking. The zipper went from the hem of the skirt all the way up, and was unzipped most of the way, showing her long legs almost all the way up to the black see through thong they had bought at the mall that afternoon. Just thinking it made Jessi blush a little, and she ducked her head, hoping her friend wouldn’t notice.

“What are you thinking about?” Jackie had to lean over to yell in her ear over the music.

“Nothing interesting. Really.” Jessi stammered, as she tore her eyes away from Jackie’s low cut blouse. Jackie raised her eyebrows a little, but let it go.

A guy came up behind Jessi and put his hands on her hips, trying to move her to the beat, which was a little difficult considering he was completely drunk. Jessi laughed and gently moved away. He grabbed her again, a little more insistently, but she was pulled away, and he found himself looking up at a 6 foot blonde as Jackie glared down at him.

“Back off creep. She’s mine.” She said, pulling Jessi off to the bar. The creep didn’t follow. They sat together, Jessi leaning against her shoulder, until a new Christina song came on and the girls jumped back up to dance.

Later that night they drove back to Jackie’s house, where Jessi was staying for the weekend. They sat in comfortable silence, listening to soft music in an effort to wind down from the club. Jessi snapped the cover of her phone on and off, until Jackie reached over and pulled the phone from her hand. She tried to sit still, but unconsciously started playing with the ties on her shirt. Finally, Jackie hit the mute button on the stereo.

“If you want to unlace that, feel free, but otherwise tell me what you’re thinking about. You’re driving me nuts.”

Jessi sat silently for a minute, then blurted out “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“You told the guy at the club I was yours. Did you mean it?”

” Do you want to me mine? To let me do whatever I want with you?”

“Yes, please. More than anything.”

“Yes what?” Jackie asked, her voice getting more commanding, her eyes challenging.

Jessi bit her lip, knowing exactly the kind of thing to say. “Yes Mistress Jackie, I want to be yours.” Her breath caught as she said it, and she could feel her nipples getting hard under the thin fabric of her shirt. She tried to cross her arms to hide them.

“What are you doing?” Jackie asked, escort antalya pulling her arms down to her lap. “Are you hiding from me? Don’t bother, I know you’re horny.”

“I’m not, I mean I wasn’t, I mean….” Jessi couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Well if you weren’t, then I don’t suppose you mind taking off the shirt and showing me.” Jackie grinned at the idea. “You know, I like that. Just for hiding from me, you are riding the rest of the way home topless.”

Jessi stared at her for a minute, her eyes wide with shock. Jackie looked over at her, then turned back to the road. “Yes that look is cute, but it’s not getting you out of this. Lose the shirt.”

Jessi quickly pulled the shirt over her head, holding it like she wanted to put it back in a hurry. Jackie took it from her and threw it in the back of the car. Jessi opened her mouth in surprise, but snapped it shut again as Jackie gave her a stern look, then moved her eyes down to Jessi’s see through bra. Jessi hesitated, then started fumbling with the clasp in the front of her bra. Her breasts bounced as the bra fell into her lap, and Jackie reached over and pinched the hard nipples before looking back to her driving. Jessi squirmed all the way home, every movement making her round breasts swing and jiggle. Jackie got wetter and wetter as she watched out of the corner of her eye, reaching over to touch or pinch them often.

Both girls were wet and hot by the time they got back to the house. Jackie stopped the car in front of the garage and looked up and down the street with a strange look in her eye. It was 3 in the morning, and everything was deserted. “I think we are using the front door tonight.” Jackie said with a smile.

Jessi laughed nervously. The front door was at least a 30 foot walk from the car, and the walkway was completely exposed. Jessi started to reach for her shirt, but Jackie threw it further back in the car. “Very funny, now pull into the garage before someone comes.”

Jackie just shook her head, grabbed her keys, and walked around to Jessi’s side of the car, opening her door for her. Jessi felt the chill on her nipples as the cool spring air rushed into the car, and quickly got out, using Jackie as a shield from the road. Jackie started to walk slowly up to the house, making Jessi match pace with her or be exposed to the entire neighborhood. “Isn’t it a beautiful night?” Jackie said, stopping on the front porch to look at the stars.

“Yes, beautiful” Jessi said, looking nervously up and down the empty street. Jackie laughed, and let them into the house. Jessi stood nervously in the hall, her arms at her sides, blushing pink all over from the cold and the excitement. Her nipples were hard little buds. Jackie brushed them with her fingers as she leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. Her kisses were soft at first, but grew more demanding, as if her lips and tongue were urging Jessi to give in to everything. When she finally pulled away, Jessi couldn’t think of anything but how much she wanted to have the beautiful blonde döşemealtı escort touch her all over. Jackie caught both of the smaller girl’s wrists in her hand and led her to the bedroom, where she replaced her firm grip with fir lined cuffs. Jessi looked down and smiled to see that they were leopard print, which Jackie knew was her favorite pattern.

Jackie started to unzip her jacket, but then stopped. “I want you to do it. Undress me. No hands allowed.” Jackie held Jessi’s wrists down as she leaned forward and caught the zipper of Jackie’s sleeveless vest in her teeth, tugging it all the way down. Jackie shrugged it off, and Jessi went to work on the clasp of her black see through bra. The clasp was in the front, and Jackie could feel Jessi’s hair tickling the tops of her breasts as the brunette buried her face in her cleavage. The clasp finally stopped free, and Jessi pulled the cups free with her teeth, her hair brushing the hard nipples as she moved. She grabbed the other girl’s nipple in her teeth, biting down gently, then harder, until Jackie screamed out in pleasure. Then Jessi dropped to her knees, tugging up the zipper on the leather skirt until it too fell away. The thong followed it, and Jessi sat back and looked up at the beautiful naked girl standing above her. Her pussy was shaved except for a thin strip of hair down the middle. A flat stomach showed off her perky breasts to perfection, and her nipples were big and round and made Jessi want to play with them.

Jackie pinched Jessi’s nipples softly, then grabbed them and tugged up hard, making Jessi scramble to her feet with a moan of pleasure. A slight tug, and the zebra skirt fell to the floor, leaving the brunette in nothing but red silk panties and knee high boots. Jackie ran her fingers over the silk, feeling how wet it was. The panties had strings at the sides, and Jackie untied those too, running her fingers over Jessi’s shaved pussy. Jessi never shaved her pussy, so Jackie knew that she had come with ideas about the weekend too. Jessi was so turned on that every nerve was on fire. She whimpered as Jackie removed her hand, but followed her to the bed, kneeling between her legs. Jackie spread them wide, and used Jessi’s hair to gently guide her towards her dripping pussy. Jessi licked it just a little, shyly, and at Jackie’s moan of approval, used her cuffed hands to spread the tender folds and started licking her more and more. She slipped her tongue in and out of her hole, fucking her with it, then started flicking it over hr clit faster and faster. She slowly nibbled it with her teeth, but just as Jackie got close to cumming, Jessi pulled back. Jackie opened her eyes to see her lover trying to hold her hair back from her face with her cuffed hands. With a sigh, Jackie undid one cuff, and Jessi reached back and pulled her hair into a messy ponytail before attacking Jackie’s pussy with her mouth again so fast it made Jackie yell in surprise. This time Jessi concentrated completely on her clit, nibbling it softly, them harder konyaaltı escort as Jackie moaned loudly. She bit down once and Jackie screamed out so loud that Jessi stopped again to ask if she was alright.

“I’m fine.” Jackie said. “But just one thing..?”

“Yea?”

Jackie pulled back on her long brown hair until she could stare menacingly into the other girl’s eyes. “If you stop one more time, you don’t get to cum tonight at all. Maybe not all weekend.”

Jessi whimpered at the thought, as she was so horny right now she thought she could burst. As soon as Jackie let go of her hair, she started again, this time using her slender fingers to fuck her as she licked and sucked hard on her clit. Jackie started screaming again, and Jessi bit down softly, then harder. She worked her fingers in and out faster as Jackie’s legs began to shake as she came long and hard. Jessi licked up and down as she tried to drink every drop of the sweet cum. After one of the longest orgasms either girl could remember, both of them sat back, breathing hard. Jessi slowly licked her fingers clean, not seeming to notice that she had just as much cum on her mouth.

Jessi’s clit was throbbing with the need to cum, but she was too shy to ask Jackie to help her, so she just sat in agony as Jackie recovered from her cum. “You know if you want to be eaten too, all you have to do is ask.”

Jessi looked away and muttered softly “I want you”

“You want what?” Jackie said with a smile, knowing how hard it usually was for Jessi to say anything dirty at all. “And look at me.” She ran her hand over Jessi’s nipples, pinching them softly and making Jessi even wetter. Jessi breathed faster, and finally seemed to straighten, making her breasts stand out even more as she stared Jackie straight in the eye.

“I want you to lick my pussy and finger me until I cum so hard I almost pass out. I want to see my cum all over your mouth and suck it off your fingers. I want to cum so bad its driving me crazy and my pussy is dripping all over your bed. I want…Oh GOD.”

Jackie pushed Jessi back on the bed and shoved two fingers into her dripping pussy. She fingered her hard and fast until she was moaning and tossing her hair on the pillow, then started licking her clit while she fingered her. She bit her lip as she got closer and closer to cumming. Jackie licked and sucked as Jessi started to shake and whimper, finally cumming fast and hard. Jackie moved up on the bed as if she planned to stop, and Jessi started to come down from the incredible orgasm she just had, when suddenly Jackie thrust her fingers back into the dripping wet pussy, and grabbed her nipple at the same time. Jessi gave a surprised yelp and started thrusting her hips off the bed, trying to get the long fingers deeper into her. Jackie added another finger into Jessi’s dripping pussy, thrusting faster and harder. Soon she was twisting Jessi’s nipple and slamming her hand into her pussy, and Jessi was still begging for more. She pinched harder and the dripping pussy exploded around her hand as Jessi finally screamed out her name.

They both laid in the bed afterward, Jessi slowly licking her own cum off of Jackie’s hand. She let go and started to doze off. Jackie whispered her name a few times, got no reaction, then reached up to the shelf on top of the bed and turned off the video camera that had been set up to record the entire unforgettable night.

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I took a deep breath, sighing heavily. It had been far too long since I’ve had sex and my body was feeling horny. I could have sex if I wanted to, but my current bout of celibacy is by my own choice. Maybe it’s because I’m too picky, or that my standards are too high. My name is Amanda and I feel I have a lot going for me. I think I’m a pretty girl – 5′ 3″, athletic and slender. My hair is brown with blonde streaks, and it looks so nice when it flows down past my shoulders. Friends say I have sparkling ocean blue eyes that light up when I smile. What I like most about myself though is my chest – perky and soft with pretty deep pink nipples. I can fit into a 34b bra, but I’m more comfortable in a 34c.

The question of the hour for me is how to play with myself. Have you ever wanted to touch yourself but are tired of the usual routine? That’s my problem. I know I can get myself off with my fingers by rubbing my clit or pussy, but “been there, done that.” I needed a change of pace – something new and exciting. I looked over at my nightstand drawer and sighed again – I wish I had gotten the nerve to buy a vibrator when my roommate suggested it. “Works like a charm…you won’t be disappointed Mandy,” she said. But a new idea popped into my head. Tonight WOULD be different!! No fingers tonight – I’m going to pleasure myself using items around the house!! If I was horny before, my body was more than ready now to spring into action. I quickly made my way around my apartment, looking in each room for things to use on myself. Once I had completed my masturbatory scavenger hunt I stopped at the bathroom sink to wash and sanitize some items, and quickly made a beeline for my bedroom.

‘It’s times like these I am thrilled to have a king-sized bed,’ I thought to myself. I sprawled out on my bed, my head resting on two plush pillows. Silky sheets cooled my warm body. I took off my top instantly, and began pulling off my shorts. Slinging them off the bed with my foot, I knew my body was ready for my night of self-pleasure. Dressed in just my soft green panties I felt so energized, and a little bit naughty. I know my own body well enough. I mean I’ve ravished myself more times than I can remember. Yet, with these new thoughts of creativity and nastiness, I was feeling a new excitement. My body wanted my touch – it craved my hands and especially my fingers. But I wasn’t going to give in to myself that easily – I had other intentions. I grabbed the tennis ball off the nightstand and rolled over on to my tummy. The ball still had that new ball smell…I giggled to myself – the ball would soon not be so pure. Lifting my hips, I placed the ball between my legs so it rested against my clit. The pressure of the ball pressed my panties against my slit. I could feel the cool fabric contrasting with my warm insides. I had my legs together and crossed at my ankles. Slowly, I began squeezing my inner thighs together and worked the ball in a humping motion so that it pressed directly against my swollen clit. Sparks shot through my body. I’ve never felt such instant clitoral stimulation and I loved it. The best part was feeling a wet spot soaking into my panties from my leaking pussy. Humping the ball faster, my body took over and I fucked it so good and so hard. Using the ball felt so incredible, but if I was to continue my naughty night, I needed another thing to play with.

My body was radiating tingles and warmth. Slowly I began using my panties to masturbate with. The soft feeling of them against my skin was making my pussy leak more. I rubbed over the front of the material with my finger, able to feel my lips stretching out through the fabric. I tugged the panties up between my lips, so I could feel them not only rubbing against my clit, but also being antalya escort bayan pulled up into my ass crack. I pulled on them in a rubbing motion. Moaning instinctively, I felt my clit being stimulated. I felt on fire. My clit pulsed and shot tingles through my legs, making me squirm all over my soft sheets. I continued the pace. I felt a new sensation – not only was the fabric rubbing my clit, but it was rubbing back and forth over my tight little butt. This was new for me. I had read before in magazines how intense anal stimulation can be, but I had always been too nervous to try. I loved how I was making my body feel. Feeling a little adventurous, I knew I needed to see it all too.

I walked over to my closet door and laid down in front of it. My full-length mirror had saved me many times when I needed a second opinion on my choice of outfit. Tonight it would serve a totally different purpose. My head rested on a plush silk pillow – propped up just enough to view. With legs spread and pulled back a bit, I could fully see my pussy. I had seen it every day of my life, but tonight it looked so different…so surreal. The lips swollen and pinkish – almost as if blushing. Closed tight normally – tonight they opened up, inviting me inside myself. I reached beside me and grabbed the next object.

It felt so smooth and firm in my hands, yet slippery as I stroked my hand up and down it. With eyes wide open, I watched myself as I brought the candle between my legs. Bright red in color and about one inch thick, the candle would serve me well. My pussy was pulsing – it wanted more. My fingers spread my lips so I could see inside – so pink and glazed with my juices. Watching myself was so exciting. I could feel the warmth invading me, and moisture filling up inside my hole. As the candle rubbed up and down against my lips, the tip began slipping inside my wet folds. I released my lips and watched as they closed around the candle as it worked its way inside me. I felt more and more full as the phallic object plunged deep in my pussy. My body ached for more, so I began sliding the candle in and out harder.

On instinct, I raised my hips up off the ground, bucking wildly as I fucked myself with the candle. I closed my eyes and saw fireworks going off in my head. An intense orgasm engulfed my body. When my breathing returned to normal, I slowly opened my eyes and realized not only could I see my pussy in the mirror, but so much more. My eyes focused on my bare asshole. It was tight-looking and puckered, and the dark pink color contrasted well with my light skin. This made me wonder even more. I have friends who have talked about how nice anal stimulation feels, but I had not gotten the courage to try this myself. With wet candle in hand, I rubbed the red candle down my slit and toward my pinkish rosebud. I watched with wide eyes as the waxy tip began circling the tight hole and tickled it. My body shivered. I was getting such a rush from seeing my messy pussy glaze dripping down my inner thighs and to my ass. Putting pressure on my hole, I felt my skin spreading apart as the tip dipped into me. This made me jump – it felt amazing. I slid the candle in and out a few times. My inner walls clenched around the waxy stick. What a rush it was to watch the candle disappear inside me. I rocked my hips while fucking my ass faster and harder. Another wave of orgasm shook my body intensely. I let the candle stay in my ass while I regained my breath. What an incredible feeling it left behind!! I was a mess! I needed to take a bath and get cleaned up – and get messier too!!!

While the warm bathwater was filling, I went to the kitchen freezer and picked the perfect cherry popsicle from the box. I giggled antalya otele gelen escort – now this was certainly a first for me. I looked in the bathroom mirror and wondered if I was still the same girl, or had my nasty side completely taken over my senses of good reason. I didn’t care – I was having fun and I loved it!! As I slid into the water, my body felt instantly relaxed and soothed. The first few minutes of a bath always feel great. The warm water tingled all over my skin. I made sure the water was only half full, so I could have full access to my special parts. My nipples stood at attention as I let the first drip of the popsicle fall on my nipple. Ohhh!!! So cold, yet it sparked my body and made me shiver. Drip after drip fell on my left nipple, and then on the right one. The contrast of the coolness with my warm skin was a great experience. Red streaks of cold sticky popsicle juice were forming their own paths as they traveled down my boobs toward my smooth tummy. This made me even hotter! Now for the main event – I moved the popsicle below my tummy and toward my slit. My clit was swollen and bright pinkish-red now and it wanted whatever I had to offer. I rubbed the popsicle just above my warm hole, and watched as small drips slid down my skin. My hand moved the cherry stick so that it made circles around my clit. I pushed my hips up to meet the popsicle just as it touched it. Closing my eyes, I let my body take over as I dabbed my clit with my new toy. The cold sensations drove me crazy! I was about to put it in my soaking wet pussy slit when I heard something….

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry Mandy!” I opened my eyes and saw my roommate Kim watching in the doorway. She was supposed to be out for the night with her boyfriend. Kim’s eyes were wide and she looked embarrassed. I didn’t know what to do or say. “I…uhh…would you believe I was eating the popsicle and it fell on my lap?” I was mortified. Kim looked at me with her wide green eyes and shook her head. “Yeah right,” she laughed. She smiled and walked out.

This had to be the most humbling moment of my life. I was caught and it’s not like I could make up some lame excuse. I hoped Kim wouldn’t think less of me. I sat in the tub for a few minutes, soaking and relaxing, eyes closed and trying to forget what just happened. Lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t see or hear the door opening again.

“I’ve always been fond of grape,” Kim said slyly as she stood again in the doorway. She was smiling and sucking her own grape popsicle. She had changed her clothes, and now she was wearing just her long white Minnie Mouse t-shirt that covered just below her hips. Her wavy brown hair cascaded past her shoulders and to the tops of her chest. I looked her up and down, not sure what to say. Her smooth long legs seemed to go all the way up and disappear inside her nightshirt. Her chest stuck out, with tiny nipples barely poking through the fabric. She came and sat down next to me along the tub, not saying a word.

I spoke up hesitantly. “Kim, I’m so sorry about earlier..it’s…it’s just that…”

She stopped me by putting her finger to my lips. “Shhhhhh,” she whispered as she met my stare. She took her grape popsicle out of her mouth and touched it softly to my lips. I felt frozen as she leaned in and kissed me softly on the mouth. Her lips were so cold, yet her tongue so warm as she licked the grape flavor from my lips. Moving down my body slowly, she watched my face, looking for signs from me to stop whatever she was about to do. She got none. I’m not sure if I was just shocked, paralyzed, or aroused. I couldn’t move. She did all the moving for us. Kim moved the purple stick antalya sınırsız escort to my nipple and rubbed it in circles, making me messy and sticky.

Her mouth immediately took care of that, as she covered my nipple with her lips. She sucked on it warmly and tenderly, savoring the flavor of me mixed with grape. Her body was enchanting. Her stares electric. I was completely captivated. I just sat there in awe, watching as she traced my belly button and down my tummy further. My pussy was on fire. I felt my juices pooling up inside me, craving to leak out at any moment. She took the ‘sicle and traced around my soft folds, exploring me for the first time. I think this all surprised her too, as she had a look of pure curiosity and wonder on her pretty little face. I felt the tip of the frozen dildo rubbing up and down my wet slit. The coolness gave me shivers – the kinds of shivers I wish I had all the time. She took her hands and spread my legs wide and back, so that my knees were pushed back toward my tummy. In what seemed like one swift motion, Kim pulled her nightshirt over her head, and then climbed into the tub, kneeling between my legs. I could barely see her shaved, smooth pussy lips as she splashed into the shallow water.

Everything started to blur now. Kim slid the tip of the purple popsicle inside my hole. It felt so incredible – words cannot describe what I was feeling. She pushed it in further, until I felt so full and so cold inside. I thought I wouldn’t be able to stand the cold inside me all the way, but yet the only thing I hoped was that she wouldn’t stop. She began sliding it in and out of me. My hips pushed up to meet the popsicle’s thrusts as she fucked me with it, just as I had planned to do with myself before – alone. The friction inside me was warming the ‘sicle, and I’m sure it must be melting all inside me. After a couple minutes, it felt smaller against my wet walls, but I didn’t care. My pussy was pulsing. I felt warmth radiating from within. I was so ready to cum. But Kim pulled out the popsicle, drawing it to her lips. It was half the size than when it first began fucking me. She put it in her mouth and greedily sucked it. I wondered what she thought of my taste – I had never even tasted myself. I was always too shy. It was that instant that Kim offered the popsicle to me. Without hesitation, all traces of my shyness gone, I took it into my mouth and sucked it sensually. I began sucking on it, as Kim leaned down between my legs and cleaned my pussy with her tongue. Her hair dipped into the bathwater and I smiled as I saw her wet locks gliding against my thighs. I felt suction as her lips and tongue dove into my pussy as she sucked out the grape-flavored juices. My hips bucked against her face as she latched on to my clit with her teeth. Her tongue fucked me deep and hard!! I could hear the sounds of my sloshing pussy, along with the splashing water in the tub. A wave of warmth and tingles flooded me as an intense orgasm filled my body. My hips shook and shivered as she drank my juices until my orgasm subsided. She leaned over me, her face glistening with my juices, and kissed me full on the mouth. I was smiling inside. My numb, trembling legs, and the taste of myself on her lips were the only remnants of the best orgasm of my life.

Afterward we showered together and I explained everything to Kim about my plans for my creative masturbation that night. The idea appealed to her, as she was full of questions. “So you mean you just grabbed whatever items you thought would be fun to get yourself off? I think I’d really like trying that sometime. What other things did you use? What didn’t you get to use yet?”

My response was simple. “Kimmy, you’re about to find out!” I led her by the hand to my bed. She sat down on the bed and looked over at me, and then to the nightstand next to us. On it were the last items for the night: my long thick hairbrush, a carrot stick, a cucumber, and a thin plastic rolling pin out of the kitchen drawer. She smiled at me and laid back, spreading her legs. I grabbed the cucumber and smiled too, thinking ‘I guess I’ll get to use everything on my list after all.’

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