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I woke in the morning, to find a disgruntled lover toying with my hair.

“I’m not here,” I said.

“Yes you are,” she said, “and I can prove it.”

A second later, my nipple was being crushed between her fingers.

“Ouch, that hurt,” I said.

“See, I told you that you’re here.”

“Bitch. Damn that hurt. What the hell do you want anyway? Let me sleep.”

“No way,” she said. “I wasn’t done with you last night, or I should say, I wasn’t done with me last night.”

“Didn’t you come last night? It sure sounded like you.”

“How would you know,” she asked. “You were so freaking loud, they heard you across the lake.”

“Oh my god, that was a good one.”

“Why is that one better than the one we have at home,” she asked. “I had a humungous orgasm but I didn’t want to stop.”

“The cock is shaped different than ours and it might be a little longer, but maybe it was just the realization that in a way, I was fucking you at the same time. I thought about that several times.”

“That explains why you were pounding your ass back into the cock then.”

“Which also explains why you were battering my ass cheeks with every stroke,” I said. “I want that toy, honey. No, we need that toy.”

“Fine, but in the meantime, I’ve still got this itch deep inside that needs to be scratched.”

I lubed up both dildos and worked one into me before strapping the harness on. It felt strange having that cock buried, and I do mean buried, in my pussy, and the pad directly over my clit.

I wanted her on her back, but she wanted something different; a position I’d never used before. With her lying on her side, she lifted her top leg up and pulled it nearly to her chest while the bottom leg lay straight out, with her lower leg tucked back. Her pussy was pulled slightly open in that position and totally accessible. I straddled her leg and eased the cock into her, not stopping until it was entirely in. She shifted a little as I started deep strokes, slowly increasing the speed.

“Oh fuck, that is so damned good,” she said.

When her soft whimpering sounds became louder and more intense, I stopped with the toy still buried. Reaching over to where I’d hidden it earlier, I retrieved the long blue probe that I love to feel in my ass. Returning to the rhythm from before I stopped, I worked it into her ass and pumped it into her in strokes that matched the cock in her pussy, driving her to the brink of insanity before she rolled into a ball and came with a choking cry. I was right behind her, dropping over her as my body shuddered repeatedly.

“Time to go, girls,” Mom yelled.

“Fuck,” Jenni muttered, as she slid me off of her, pulling the cock from her pussy.

I went in to shower, still wearing the harness, the cock standing straight out. She laughed and washed the cock for me, and I washed the rest after I had the harness off. The anal probe was cleaned and wrapped in tissue to be packed in my suitcase. We showered quickly, dressed, and went out to find Mom and Elaine sipping coffee already.

“I guess you two were having a good time,” Elaine said. “You were certainly loud enough.”

“It’s that toy of yours,” I said. “Damn, that thing is powerful. We want one.”

“Would you allow me to buy you one,” she asked.

“Why?” Jenni asked.

“Just because I can,” she said. “By the way, that little dynamite toy sent your mother flying three times last night.”

“I can still feel it,” Mom said.

“It’s almost too much if your clit is sensitive,” I said. “I’ll order you one. We were thinking about a couple of new toys ourselves.”

“When we get home,” Elaine said, “let’s do some toy shopping together.”

“That could be interesting,” Mom said.

“We may need a bigger closet if this keeps up,” Jenni added.

“Can we come up here again?” I asked.

“Of course we can,” Elaine said. “It’s too late this year to make a week or two of it, but we can plan on it for next year. We’ll just have to do weekends this year or maybe a long weekend if we can get our schedules to work.”

We packed everything up and headed for home, and I think we all were contemplating the transition we’d experienced. No longer was it necessary to hide our feelings or desires from each other and no longer would it be necessary to avoid being seen naked, although the unspoken understanding was that we wouldn’t walk around naked all the time. Personally, I wanted the sight of their naked bodies to continue to be exciting and something special.

There would still be a lot of moments of discomfort and awkwardness, I was sure, but over time, we would discover each other’s comfort zones and respect those zones of limitation.

All the way home, Jenni and I snuggled into each other, just reveling in that special feeling that only two loving partners can share.

I wasn’t sure how all this would affect the relationship with Mom, except that I was sure we could never share the intimacies we looked forward to antalya escort with Jenni and Elaine. I couldn’t envision Mom and Jenni together, but then I never thought I’d see my mother make love to a woman either. One thing I knew, for sure, was that Elaine was already planning on being with me. I’d seen that look in her eyes several times.

Once the car was unloaded and laundry sorted, we got out the toy catalogs and proceeded to shop. Elaine had one called “Sapphic Warehouse.” That’s where we ordered our new harness from. It used what they called an ‘o-ring’ system to hold the double dildos we already had, but we ordered one shaped like Elaine’s with a slightly bent head.

I also ordered a new vibe called the serpent’s tail, which is a slim vibe of a little over seven inches that is vinyl covered flexible steel. It looked like it would be deadly in either pussy or ass.

At first, Mom didn’t act all that interested, but she picked up a catalog from ExtremeToys. She flipped to the harness and strap-on section and on the very first page, she saw the one we all wanted to play with. It had the usual vibe for your partner, but then she showed us that it had two other dildos for the wearer, one that went in your pussy and one that went in your ass.

“Everyone is going to want to wear that one,” Elaine said.

“Maybe,” Mom said, “but I get it for the first forty-eight hours. I’ve got plans for that one.”

I hid one catalog from everyone so I could pull a surprise on all of them. I’d always wanted a Hitachi wand and I found one that came in a kit with several attachments. Like Mom, I had plans for that one.

We weren’t surprised when Mom decided to spend the night at Elaine’s because they’d had several hushed conversations away from us. For whatever reasons though, neither of us was in the mood for sex, so we decided to stretch out on the chaises in the back yard and just listen to the night sounds.

“I can see that our world is close to some major changes,” Jenni said.

“In what way?” I asked.

“What happened at the cottage opened a lot of doors,” she said. “We all agreed to just let things progress in whatever time they require, but no one imposed any restrictions. I don’t think it will be long before we’ll see a new openness about sex. Elaine has no inhibitions what-so-ever and she’s hot for both of us.

“So I’ve noticed.” I said.” Mom’s not going to move so fast, I don’t think but I’m amazed that she’s accepted everything so far.”

“So am I,” she said. “I really think she’s ready to accept almost anything if it’s presented in the right way.”

We finally got so sleepy we had to call it a day and it only took thirty minutes or so to fall asleep.

The next morning, after everyone had left for work, I straightened the house, did the dishes and made the bed before sitting down to do my homework.

Just after noon, I heard someone at the door and was surprised to see Mom come in.

“Have you had lunch yet?” she asked.

“No,” I replied, “but I was just thinking about it. So what brings you home?”

“Lets fix some lunch and we can talk. I took a long break because there’s something you and I need to discuss.”

Once we had sandwiches made, we went to sit in the living room. “So what’s so important that you took time off from work?” I asked.

“Elaine and I had a serious discussion until almost three,” she said. “Things have been progressing so rapidly, and you know what I’m referring to, that I’m a bit frightened of what I feel to be inevitable if nothing changes.”

“That sounds serious,” I said.

“I think it is honey,” she said. “You and Jennifer aren’t naïve or anything, but I’m not sure you’re prepared for the traumatic effects and open sexual relationship can have on us. Elaine is quite open, almost too much so, about where she wants to see this go, and it’s a bit scary when I look at myself and what I’ve come to accept.”

“Jenny and I were discussing that too,” I said. “I’m surprised, but proud of the way you’ve adjusted and accepted what you were totally against just a few months ago.”

“I’ve had a sexual awakening like I’d never dreamed possible,” she said, “and I’ve learned that I am a much more passionate and sexual woman that I could have imagined.”

“Do you suppose that part of it is the way we seem to have taken to each other?” I asked.

“I’m sure a lot of it is. One thing I’ve learned is that none of this, or very little of it anyway, would have taken place if the two of us were with men instead of women. I could never accept a mixed foursome.”

“I don’t think I could either.” I said.

“When Elaine talked about her desires for the two of you and the possibilities of threesomes and such, I realized that I was having some feelings that disturbed me.”

“You’re talking about feelings for me?” I asked.

She flushed and nodded.

For a few seconds, we sat quietly while I studied her expression.

“I aksu escort guess it’s understandable,” I said.

“Why do you say that?” she wondered.

“Mom, we’ve seen each other naked and in some very sexual situations lately, that have aroused feelings we never knew were there.”

“Are you saying you’ve had similar feelings about me?” she asked.

“Mom, I’ve had feelings about you for quite a while now, but I pushed them away, and filed them under ‘perverse thoughts’.”

“But, why?” she asked. “I’ve never done anything to encourage that have I?”

“Of course not,” I said. “It’s just that in accepting my orientation, I’ve realized just how beautiful and desirable you are. When I see you in your bikini, I have the same yearnings for you that I have for Elaine. Not as strong as the ones I have for Jenni, of course, but those feelings are based on my love for her, not just the fact that I want to have sex with her.”

“I never knew,” she said. “Of course, I never accepted the incredible cravings I’ve had for you either.”

She got up to take away our dishes, and for a few seconds, she stood deep in thought. “What are we going to do, Danni?” she finally said, without turning away from the window. “Those feelings are only going to get stronger and stronger.”

I got up and went to stand behind her with my arms around her.

“I know,” I said. “I’m having a hard time denying them already. Sometimes when I masturbate, it’s you I see naked in front of me.”

She turned and put her hands on my face. “I doesn’t have to be this way,” she said.

“It’s a very big step to take,” I said,” seeing the lust build in her eyes.

“It’s not so big we can’t handle it is it?” she asked.

“Right this minute, I want you more than I ever thought possible,” I said. “and I see the same desire in your eyes.”

“Oh god honey, do we dare?” she asked.

I reached up to start unbuttoning her blouse. “I don’t think we can deny ourselves much longer.”

We started to slowly undress each other, but the need became so strong that we nearly ripped our clothes off. We never even picked them up as we headed for her bedroom. She closed the door and took me to bed, kissing me deeply and passionately as we groped each other’s bodies.

I took her nipple in my mouth to suck and nip at it while my fingers explored her other breast. Her hands were on my head, urging me on but we were so hot for each other that we had to satisfy that need for immediate satisfaction. It had been growing within for far too long to be delayed or denied.

I dove between her legs, which she spread wide for me and ate hungrily there, savoring my first taste, reveling in the effect I was having on her, and the sounds I drew from her. Her body wanted more so I pushed some fingers into her and drove them deep while is sucked her clit hard and licked it fast and hard. Her first orgasm was strong, very strong and I had to suck hard to keep up with an abundant flow of her nectars, but I didn’t want to stop.

I whipped around into a sixty nine and went after her pussy again as she attacked me just as hard as I was her. We were all over that bed, driving into each other, encouraged by the cries of need and desire that filled the air. The more we moaned and whimpered, the harder we tried to hold off the release we so desperately needed.

When the world exploded around us, we were covered with sweat and both of us wore the marks of severe passion; claw marks on our backs, shoulders and ass cheeks, and bite marks on our inner thighs. It had been an amazing ride and it was all we could do to maintain the afterglow.

“Oh my god,” I said. “That’s been coming for so long.”

“I know,” she said. “but I still want more.”

“So do I,” I said, “but we don’t have a lot of time.”

“We aren’t going to be satisfied until we finish this,” she said.

“Not even then,” I said. “I’m so hungry for you right now, I’m going to go crazy. Good god, you are so hot.”

“I want more of that tight pussy,” she said.

“We both have to leave though,” I reminded her.

“I know,” she said. “Can I ask for something completely silly?”

“Of course,” I said.

“Would you just let me look at you? I want to see you’re beautiful pussy close to my face, touch it and kiss it.”

I smiled and got on my back with my heels over my head, pulling my pussy tight and high for her.

“So beautiful,” she said, as she caressed my thighs nnd labia before slowling opening me up with her finger tips to look deep into my vagina. I tensed when her fingertip passed over my anus several times.

“Do you enjoy it there?” she asked, probing into me.

“Oh god yes, at the right time,” I said.

“I’m trying to accept it,” she said, “but Elaine is so passionate. She tries so hard but it still hurts too much to really enjoy it.”

“I wish we had more time,” I said, “I’m sure I could show you antalya escort how great it feels.”

“I’m not going back to work” she said, and I can take you to the school if you call Jenni and tell her so she doesn’t come home to catch us together.”

“I’ll call her while I go get what I need,” I said.

I went to our room to call Maggie, Jenni’s supervisor, to leave a message, then I got some lube and two toys, my blue anal probe, and my strap-on to which I attached a medium sized dildo of about eight inches, and my little dynamite to get her off fast.

I put her head on some pillows and got her in a comfortable position for both of us. Applying a liberal coat of lube to the blue probe, I slid it in very, very slowly until all seven inches was in her. By turning it inside of her in widening circles, I opened her up some. Then I removed it and lubed up the other toy. It did cause her some discomfort when I got it through her sphincter, but once I was in, I moved as slowly as possible until it was completely inside her ass, and started long, slow strokes.

“Oh god, that feels so good, honey. I wish I’d known how great it could be.”

“When you feel like you’re getting close, use my dynamite vibe if you want,” I said.

When she finally came, I feared she might pull a muscle from the intensity of her orgasm. Her body shuddered repeatedly long after it was past and when she began to calm, she didn’t move. Later, she told me that it was because it was such a beautiful orgasm she didn’t want it to end.

As we lay together we had a problem to confront. Sooner or later, it would not be possible to prevent Elaine and Jenni from finding out about our incestuous relationship. Not that we wanted to prevent them from knowing, but when and how we would tell them.

We decide that we wouldn’t say anything just yet but that evening, something happened to shake that idea to the core.

We’d just finished eating and Mom and I were sitting at the table while Jenni fixed some lemon whip dessert. She had her back to us and I seem to remember saying something about how my experience with Elaine had impacted everyone.

“You know, that was such a revelation for me,” Jenni said.

“In what way,” Mom asked.

“When Danni was helping Elaine masturbate, I got real jealous, but then I got so aroused I wanted to scream. I had to take care of myself and when I came, it was a fantastic orgasm, simply because I was watching my lover have sex with someone else.

“Did you feel guilty about it?” Mom asked.

“Not about getting aroused,” she said, but by what I was thinking when I masturbated.”

“Did you wish it was you?” Mom asked.

“No,” she said.

“What then?”

“I was wishing I could be doing that to you,” she said.

“To me?” Mom asked.

“Then why didn’t you?” I asked.

“I couldn’t bring myself to do it,” she said. “I wanted her so bad, but I was afraid she’d get angry.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Mom said, “I’m sorry. I had no idea. And now you’re feeling guilty for having those feelings, is that it?”

“I guess I’m having a problem with the fact that I wanted it so much,” she said, “and I’m worried about what Danni will think of me if I were to do it.”

“It’s so strange,” I said. “Not too long ago I would have been shocked, and maybe even upset about it, but not now. I mean, Mom would have agreed or did something to allow it so I guess I’d be okay with it and maybe wish I was the one doing it.”

“To your own mother?” she asked, her face expressing her shock.

“I don’t think you think of it like that,” I said. “When you’re watching someone have sex, you don’t think about who they are, do you?”

“But you were talking about being the one doing it,” she said.

I could see panic on my mother’s face, and I realized I’d dug a deep hole and I had to find a way to dig myself out.

Jenni saved the day by changing the subject just in time.

“So what would you have done if I’d let you know how badly I wanted to make love, Mom?”

“I don’t believe I would have stopped you, Jenni. I was Just as highly aroused as you were, maybe more so. I wish I’d have known.”

“Me too,” Jenni said.

When I went to the bathroom, Jenni was kissing Mom, and I’m not talking a thank you kiss either, folks. When I came back, they were both naked, and my lover was on top of my mother, on my side of the bed, with her lover’s head on my pillow. What else could I do? I mean, I was already naked, so I got my toys, and sat on the chair with my legs spread wide open over the arms. I love that chair just for that reason. I call it the masturbation chair.

I started off slow, using a fairly mild vibe of about seven inches, but as they got louder, I needed more, so I added the blue anal probe to my ass and sat on it. When Mom got close, I left both toys in me but I had the dynamite ready and when Mom shot off the cliff, I held it to me, rubbing it into my clit. Shazam Batman, the rockets went off, the room got swallowed by fuzzy gray clouds, and my hand got covered in some kind of gooey cream. For the first time in my life, I had a simultaneous orgasm with my mother and she got hers compliments of my beautiful partner for life. What a day. I promise you, we all slept well. I know I did, because Jenni had her arms around me.

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-Friday evening-

Mandy was a nineteen year old college student with long, red hair, and a toned body with long, pasty white legs, small breasts, and a shapely ass to match her Track and Field body. She was also a babysitter who had been babysitting since she was thirteen. She was used to changing diapers and watching over children, and she had become well-versed in the art of singing Disney songs from children’s favorites: The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, The Lion King, Frozen, and so on. She knew exactly how to make a child smile, how to have them eat, and how to get them to lay down for bed. Mandy had been a pro.

Sitting on the couch in her employer’s house, Mandy was watching Disney’s Tarzan via Netflix. She had a large bowl of popcorn in her lap and a bottle of water sitting on the coffee table not more than a foot in front of the couch. The front door opened and in walked Sarah, the mother of the child Mandy had been hired to babysit.

Sarah groaned as she closed the door behind her. Her blonde hair was tightly woven in a braid and put up in a bun. She was exhausted from work and ready to relax. Mandy glanced over at Sarah as the blonde woman removed her dress coat. Mandy cocked an eyebrow no longer focusing on the movie.

Sarah was a tall woman, at almost six feet. Her blonde hair was long, going down to the mid-section of her back when not put up in a bun or ponytail. Her breasts were large and he ass was nearly flat. Mandy salivated at the thought of removing her boss’s clothes for her.

Since being hired by Sarah and her wife, Erin, Mandy had developed a huge crush on the wife at hand. Sarah’s beauty had been a drug to Mandy and she couldn’t handle not having it. She squeezed her thighs together feeling the heat between her legs intensify as Sarah plopped down on the couch next to her.

Sarah sighed deeply with exhaustion and undid a button on her blouse, unaware of Mandy’s attraction to her. Mandy watched the button come undone and felt her face redden with a blush. A rush of tingles settled in her groin as she continued to squeeze her thighs together. “Did you have a rough day at the office, Misses Snow?” asked Mandy, her voice quavering slightly.

“Sarah. Call me Sarah. I don’t like being referred to as Misses Snow outside of the office. And, yes,” Sarah exhaled slowly, “today was too long.” Sarah reached up and pulled a few pins from her hair. Her bun came undone and her braid fell to her shoulder and rested across her large breast. “I just really need some rest and relaxation.”

Mandy offered Sarah some popcorn. She declined the redhead’s offer. Mandy put a handful of salty, buttery goodness in her mouth, her groin still burning with desire. She stared at Sarah, wanting so desperately to undo the rest of the buttons on her blouse and free those large, firm breasts from their captivity. She also wanted to make sure that the wife was all right. “Would you like me to do anything for you, Misses Snow – er, I mean, Sarah?”

Sarah threw her head back, closed her eyes, and took in a slow, deep breath. “I’d love a foot rub, but I can wait until Erin gets home. Say, has Oliver’s dad been here yet?”

“He actually just picked him up about ten minutes before you got home. That’s why Tarzan is playing on Netflix.” Mandy saw this as her opportunity to potentially seduce the blonde wife, her employer. Mandy slipped off the couch and began messing with Sarah’s shoe. She tugged at the strings until they came loose. Sarah furrowed her brows, noticing the tugging at her foot.

“What are you doing?” asked Sarah bringing her head forward to look at the young babysitter.

Mandy giggled, trying to play coy. “I’m giving you that foot rub you wanted.” She slipped the shoe off and gently removed Sarah’s sock. Seeing as how Sarah wasn’t urging Mandy to stop, she saw it as a good sign. As she put her hands around the foot and felt the softness of Sarah’s skin against her own, her cheeks filled with a pink blush.

Sarah wasn’t sure what to think at first, but once Mandy started pressing her thumbs in to the sole of her foot she couldn’t object. It felt wonderful. “I’ve been told I’m really great at giving foot rubs,” Mandy said focusing on the massage.

Mandy could feel her panties getting wet. Her pussy was hot with desire and she reeled at being able to touch Sarah. She had fantasized many nights about being between Sarah’s legs, lapping her tongue up and down Sarah’s wet, pink cunt. Mandy grinned as a shiver went down her spine.

Sarah’s mind fell away as the pleasurable sensation traveled up her leg and up her spine. She let out a satisfactory moan as she inquired, “Who said that?”

“That would be my girlfriend, Laura. She always loves receiving foot rubs and she tells me I am the best at giving them.”

Mandy had had a girlfriend for almost a year now. She loved Laura with all of her heart, but when it came to Sarah there just something raw about her feelings antalya escort toward the older MILF. Mandy needed her and if that meant cheating on her girlfriend to have her or having Sarah cheat on her wife to have her, then so be it. Mandy’s carnal lust came first.

Mandy cocked an eyebrow— feeling a bit more courageous—and in a soothing, seductive voice she asked, “Would you agree with that?”

Sarah’s pussy tingled with the lustful sensation she often felt around her wife. “Oh, God yes,” she moaned.

Mandy began to slowly massage her way up Sarah’s foot. She started with the sole of her foot but then went to the ball of her foot and then curved around the ankle and began gently massaging her calf. Sarah was wearing dress pants so that prevented Mandy from making full-on contact with her creamy, smooth skin, but it didn’t stop Mandy from traveling up Sarah’s body.

As the redhead reached her thighs she ducked under Sarah’s stretched out leg and found herself sitting on her knees on the floor between Sarah’s legs. She was in the perfect position for her fantasy to unfold. She continued to massage her thighs until she was rubbing her fingers along the blonde’s inner thighs. Sarah moaned, spreading her legs wider allowing Mandy easier access to her thighs.

Mandy wasted little time taking advantage of her situation. She had Sarah exactly where she wanted her. She grinned, licking her lips, and moved her hand to Sarah’s pussy and pressed against it through her pants. Sarah shuddered and cooed. She chewed on her lower lip allowing Mandy to continue. She kept her eyes locked on the redhead’s and ran her hands along Mandy’s cheeks and then lost her fingers in the waves of red locks outlining Mandy’s face.

Mandy pressed her hand harder against Sarah’s pussy making her boss squirm at her touch. “You have no idea how long I’ve fantasized about this,” Mandy susurrated.

“What about your girlfriend?” Sarah asked, her voice quavering.

Mandy bit down on her lower lip. Seductively, she whispered, “Oh, she doesn’t know.” She, then, unbuttoned Sarah’s dress pants and pulled the zipper down. She began tugging on the pants trying to free them from Sarah’s body. Sarah reached into her pants’ pocket and pulled out her cell phone. She laid it on the armrest of the couch. The blonde, then, lifted her hips allowing Mandy to better remove her pants and when she had them pulled off she threw them somewhere behind the couch.

“You have no idea how long Erin and I have fantasized about you,” Sarah admitted through a moan.

Mandy was about to press her mouth against Sarah’s panty-clad vulva when she stopped. She raised her head to look at the blonde vixen before her. While she had always fantasized about Sarah, she couldn’t deny how hot Erin was as well. She had never thought of taking both wives at the same time, though. “Erin likes me, too?”

“We both like you,” Sarah said breathlessly. Sarah leaned forward and removed her other shoe and sock. “It’s why we hired you. Erin and I love each other, but we have also fantasized about bringing in a third woman for a long time. And, you… oh, goodness, you were just too damn cute to pass up.” She sat back in the couch with her legs spread. “Now, keep going,” Sarah demanded her voice low and sultry. Sarah clenched her fists locking some of Mandy’s hair in her grasp and forced the babysitter’s face in to her wet cunt.

Mandy wasted no time at all. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around Sarah’s hot, damp, panty-clad vulva. She pressed her tongue against the panties that kept her from tasting Sarah’s pussy, but she still found pleasure in having her lips this close to Sarah, intimately. She jabbed her tongue against the fabric wetting it with her saliva. Sarah’s pleasure was coating a spot in her panties where Mandy was jabbing her tongue and Sarah writhed at the redhead’s oral technique. Mandy grinned and muffled a moan as she tasted Sarah’s pleasure against her tongue through her panties.

Mandy pulled away from Sarah’s vulva licking her lips. Being the first time tasting the blonde wife, she loved it. She desired it. She needed it! Mandy stripped Sarah of her panties and tossed them behind the couch along with her pants. She spread her legs wider and mashed her mouth against Sarah’s hot, sodden cunt. She dug her tongue deep inside Sarah’s slit and penetrated her wet, pink opening. Sarah moaned loudly while grinding her hips at Mandy’s masterful, oral skills.

Sarah unbuttoned her blouse and removed it from around her torso. She leaned up removing her undershirt and then undid her bra as fast as possible. Once her breasts were free of their confines, Mandy maneuvered her hands up Sarah’s toned, sweaty body and cupped the blonde’s large, firm breasts. She squeezed the firm mounds and rolled the erect nipples between her fingers. She kept her tongue inside Sarah the entire time, swallowing all fluids that mixed with her lara escort saliva.

“Oh my God,” Sarah moaned loudly. She felt the tingling sensation from earlier building up inside her pussy. She could feel her orgasm rising with intensity with each thrust of Mandy’s tongue. The redhead suddenly pulled her face away from Sarah’s pussy, strings of sticky, cunt juice pulling away with her straight from the source. Sarah’s juices coated Mandy’s chin and Sarah found it to be an extremely arousing image. Her orgasm began to dissipate as Mandy was no longer pleasuring her, but that didn’t mean Sarah still wasn’t enjoying her time with the babysitter.

Sarah leaned forward cupping Mandy’s cheeks. She kissed the redhead, jabbing her tongue in Mandy’s mouth, tasting her own fluids on Mandy’s tongue. As if she could possibly be anymore turned on, Sarah found herself being more turned on by tasting herself in the redhead’s mouth. Sarah began massaging her own clit as she kissed Mandy deeply and passionately. She felt her orgasm building back up with each stroke at her engorged clit.

Mandy pulled away from the kiss and shoved Sarah back in to the couch forcefully. “I never said I was done with you,” Mandy growled.

Sarah raised her eyebrows at Mandy’s show of domination and found it to be a huge turn-on. She spread her legs and let Mandy do her work. She rubbed her index finger and her middle finger between Sarah’s wet lips, lubricating them with her juices. “Does Erin ever fuck you with a toy?”

Sarah stammered, “We have a strap-on we use on each other sometimes.”

Mandy smirked. “Good, then this should be okay.” Mandy inserted both fingers inside Sarah causing the blonde to wince in pain for a second before moaning in pleasure. Mandy brought her lips down to Sarah’s erect clit and began sucking on it. She thrust her fingers in and out of Sarah while sucking and teasing her clitoris with her tongue. She used her other hand to squeeze Sarah’s breasts.

The blonde writhed with pleasure. With each thrust of Mandy’s fingers and with Mandy sucking on her clit she could feel her orgasm building up inside of her again. It wasn’t long this time before Sarah was screaming the redhead’s name as she came with ferocity all over her fingers. Mandy kept fingering her employer even after she came, leaving her hand soaked in pussy juice.

Mandy smirked and looked up at Sarah as she slid her wet fingers from Sarah’s pussy. “I hope you’re not all tired out. I was just getting started,” she giggled.

Sarah giggled along with Mandy. She sat up taking the girl’s lips against her own as they kissed. Sarah grabbed Mandy’s wrist and brought her fingers to their mouths and they each licked at her fingers, cleaning them of Sarah’s juices and then they kissed once more trading not only saliva, but Sarah’s cum.

The blonde pulled Mandy up on to the couch and placed her down on the cushions. She crawled on top of the babysitter and began massaging her breasts through her shirt. She then slid her hand up under the shirt and began massaging Mandy’s smaller breast through her bra. She wasted very little time as she pulled the redhead’s shirt off of her and undid her bra. Sarah kissed her way down Mandy’s chin, to her neck, around her collar bone, and then capped it off by sucking an erect, pink nipple in-between her lips.

Mandy arched her back at Sarah’s nipple sucking and moaned her employer’s name. “Oh, my God, Misses Snow.”

Sarah pulled up from Mandy’s nipple letting the pink nub plop from her mouth. “Sarah,” Sarah moaned. “Call me Sarah.” She lowered her head back to Mandy’s other breast and began sucking on it. She caressed her hands down Mandy’s sides and stopped at her waist. She positioned a leg on either side of Mandy’s thighs and unbuttoned her pants. She pulled down the zipper and rather than removing the pants completely she just slid her hand in her pants. Her pussy was radiating heat and as she maneuvered a finger between Mandy’s thighs she could feel the hot moistness that had collected between her lips.

Sarah grinned as she kept Mandy’s nipple between her lips. She repositioned herself so her leg along the edge of the couch was between Mandy’s legs and she brought it up forcing the redhead to spread her legs apart. This gave her easier access to Mandy’s hot, wanting sex. She cupped her pussy stroking her middle finger along the opening of Mandy’s slit. The babysitter squirmed under Sarah and moaned her name yet again, this time calling her Sarah.

Rather than penetrating the nineteen year old with her finger, she brought her hand up a bit and pressed her wet fingers against Mandy’s clitoris. She began rubbing it and massaging it causing Mandy to gasp with pleasure. She arched her back mashing her breast into Sarah’s face. The blonde didn’t care though. She had wanted this since the day she and Erin had hired her to babysit their son, Oliver.

As konyaaltı escort Sarah massaged and rubbed Mandy’s erect clit, she squirmed and moaned a lot more. She gasped and squealed with delight. She brought her hands up around Sarah’s back and dug her fingers in Sarah’s skin and raked them down along the side of her back. The pain didn’t even faze Sarah. In fact, she found it very erotic. She pulled her mouth away from Mandy’s breast and brought her lips up to Mandy’s. She kissed her passionately yet with a bit of roughness showing how much she was in to this. “Cum for me,” she whispered between kisses. “Cum for me, you cheating slut.”

Mandy dug the heels of her feet into the cushion of the couch and lifted her hips. She began to spasm under Sarah and broke away from their kiss shouting, “Oh holy fuck!” As her thighs quivered and as her hips bucked with Sarah’s clitoral play, she dropped her ass back to the couch and lifted her shoulders screaming, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

With that Sarah felt Mandy’s wetness line the tips of her fingers and leave her panties a sopping, wet mess. She pulled her hand from Mandy’s pants and kissed the redhead again with a grin stretched across her lips. She massaged Mandy’s breasts with both hands wiping her pleasure along her soft mounds. Sarah made her way back down to Mandy’s breasts and licked Mandy’s cum from her breast before taking a nipple back in her mouth. She nursed from the nineteen year old while Mandy lay there on the couch catching her breath and tracing a circle with her fingers along Sarah’s smooth back.

Their dreams had both seemed to be fulfilled until the front door opened. Erin walked through the front door kicking her shoes off. She saw her wife lying on top of their topless babysitter suckling at her breast. Erin blushed. “Well,” she said breathily, “isn’t this just a site?”

Sarah lifted her head from Mandy’s reddened nipple and grinned seductively at her wife. She pulled herself from the couch and strutted over to her beautiful Erin. She grabbed her pigtails and pulled her in for a kiss. “How was work?” she whispered.

“Just another day,” she replied softly. “I think my night just got better, though. Oliver isn’t here is he?”

Sarah shook her head as she bit her lower lip. “His dad already picked him up.”

Erin peeked around Sarah’s shoulder at Mandy lying on the couch, topless. Her cheeks filled with a crimson blush. “She has perky tits.”

“Just like we always imagined,” Sarah grinned. “You want to suck on them?”

Erin brought her eyes back to Sarah’s. She didn’t even have to reply. Sarah grinned walking backwards pulling Erin along by her pigtails. Sarah moved the coffee table out of the way and offered her hand to the babysitter. Mandy took it and Sarah pulled her up off of the couch. She stood between the wives.

Mandy tucked a strand of copper-toned hair behind Erin’s ear. “I hear you and Sarah have fantasized about me?” She grinned.

Erin’s flushed cheeks spread throughout her face. She was as bright as a tomato. “I- we- I- I mean, we- uh-”

Mandy brought a finger to Erin’s lips. She giggled at Erin’s nervousness. “It’s okay,” she reassured Erin. “Think of me as another one of your sex toys. Use me as you want.” Mandy cocked an eyebrow at Erin. “Fuck me like your own little whore,” she whispered.

Erin’s eyes widened. She looked at Sarah who was lusting over the younger woman. She gave a quick glance to her wife and nodded her head giving Erin the go-ahead. Erin was still considerably nervous as she had never been part of a threesome before. “I, uh, I don’t… Do I kiss… I mean, I can kiss-”

Erin was cut off as Mandy pressed her lips against Erin’s. She brought one hand around Erin’s waist and another around her neck holding her comfortingly. Sarah brought her hands around Mandy’s back and cupped her delicate, soft breasts in her hands. She played with her nipples as Mandy kept her lips locked with Erin’s. She brought her hands down Mandy’s slender body and then slipped her pants and her panties down her legs. Mandy stepped out of them and then Sarah went back to fondling her breasts.

“Just let it go,” Sarah whispered to her wife. “Enjoy the kiss and let your insecurities fade away.”

Erin loosened up a bit and felt a bit of the tension leave her body. She stepped forward pressing her body against Mandy’s. She brought her hands up her thighs and gripped her waist. She then brought her hands around Mandy and around Sarah who was standing behind her. The babysitter was sandwiched between the two wives.

Sarah removed her hands from Mandy’s breasts and began tugging at Erin’s shirt. Mandy tugged at it to until Erin let them remove the shirt from her body. She lifted her arms in the air breaking away from Mandy’s lips long enough to let the shirt pass by. When it was removed from her body she mashed her lips against Mandy’s once more and this time cupped the younger girl’s tits.

“Oh, they are perky,” Erin cooed.

Mandy giggled. “Let’s see how perky yours are.”

Mandy reached behind Erin and undid her bra. She let it fall away from her chest. Her pink nipples stood erect and pointing directly at Mandy. “They’re beautiful,” Mandy whispered as she brought her mouth down to the left breast.

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Shannon never knew that Erin had heard her that night, having sex with the other girl – whose name turned out to be Christie. The two of them woke up drunk the next morning, and Shannon remembered have sex with Christie but not where or when… and Erin didn’t say anything and she didn’t want to ask so it just went unsaid. For the most part she just assumed that Erin hadn’t been there.

For Erin’s part, she was incredibly turned on by everything that she had witnessed, even though it made her extremely uncomfortable. During the next couple weeks she decided to get to know some of the guys around the campus, talking to them and even getting one or two dates. Still, when they kissed her goodnight she found herself wondering what it would be like to kiss a girl, and when they touched her she thought about Shannon’s hands and soft skin. It seemed to her that she was almost becoming obsessed with her roommate… something that just didn’t seem like such a good idea.

Trying to concentrate on guys, she ended up giving her first blow-job – which she didn’t like so much. It didn’t smell bad or gross her out, she just wasn’t really into it. And when she was eaten out for the first time, she came, but it was while she was thinking about Shannon and Christie with Shannon’s demands echoing her in head. ‘Eat my pussy you little bitch’…

Taking advantage of the internet she started looking up free porn pictures and things… but she couldn’t find what she really wanted; a full out movie. She was turned on by the still pictures, but she wanted to see what it actually looked like, how they did it, how they sounded… but everything she ran into cost something. Afraid to put anything on a credit card, she just masturbated escort antalya to some of the pictures they found, although her fantasies always ended back up at Shannon’s face and body.

One day she was looking through the videos, innocently enough, and wondered what Shannon might have on her shelf. Looking through it she saw a video at the back of her closet and picked it up… it was unmarked, whatever the label had been it was gone, only a few traces remained where it was. Curious, and a little hesitant, she put it into the VCR and gasped.

It was girl on girl porn… the two girls were licking and sucking at each other’s breasts, pinching on the nipples. Lowering her hand to her pussy, Erin watched as the two turned into a 69 position and began to eat each other out, the camera kept zooming in on their tongues in each other’s pussies. Now she had a real visual for what it had looked like when Shannon was getting eaten out… her fingers got faster and faster on her clit as her other hand reached up to pinch her nipples. Moaning, she couldn’t take her eyes off the screen, one of the girls had begun pushing her fingers into the other girl’s pussy… pressing her fingers in and out of that tight hole.

Erin shook as she came, gasping… one of the hardest orgasms she’d ever had in her life. As she came down from her pleasure high she suddenly realized that she was standing in the middle of the room with one hand down her pants and the other up her shirt, lesbian porn blazing on the TV and the door wasn’t even locked. Not that Shannon couldn’t get in anyway, but still. Hastily she put the video back where it belonged and went to the bathroom to wash off her belek escort hands.

Before turning on the water though, she looked at her fingers, glistening with juices, and wondered what it tasted like. Hesitantly she brought her fingers to her lips and her tongue flicked out, gathering some of her juices on its tip. Sweetish… musky… not unpleasant although it was certainly a little strange. She licked more of it, wondering if all pussies tasted the same.

The bathroom door started to open and she jumped, pulling her fingers away from her mouth and shoving them under the faucet. Around the corner came Shannon, wrapped in a towel and heading for the showers.

“Hey Erin!” she said cheerfully as she passed.

Erin smiled, trying to slow her madly beating heart, “Hey.”

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Within a few weeks Erin was masturbating almost daily to the porn video… she’d become almost addicted. She always made sure to do it when Shannon had classes, that way she could watch uninterrupted and take the time afterwards to lick the juices from her fingers. There had been no more dates with boys… honestly she just wasn’t that interested. Maybe she was a lesbian, but she was finding that she didn’t feel as uncomfortable about that as she had before. Instead she just enjoyed her daily sessions in front of the TV, wondering about Shannon and Christie… thinking back on the night that they’d had sex in her room.

One day she was feeling rather ill all morning, and since she wasn’t feeling any better at all by the third class of the day she decided just to go back to her room. Even though she wasn’t feeling well, she was still kepez escort rather horny… and Shannon had class right now so maybe she could just go back and rest and get herself off. Feeling slightly more chipper – although her throat still hurt – she headed off towards her room.

It was her habit to turn the knob before actually putting in the key, just something that she always did… only this time the door unexpectedly opened and she stumbled into the room. There was Shannon, standing in the middle of the room staring at her with open shock. Between Shannon’s spread legs was Christie, still eating her out, unaware that they’d been intruded on… Shannon’s hands were entwined in the other girls hair, pulling her deep into her pussy. Erin’s brain registered her naked roommate, her roommate’s naked girlfriend, and the incredibly erotic position that they were in at the moment.

Gulping, she opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. The two girls stared at each other for a moment longer and then Shannon’s body jerked and she gasped… she was cumming while Erin stood there watching. Erin fled, not knowing what else to do…

She spent the rest of the day at the library, staring at the inside of a book without actually seeing it. Flipping pages, all she could see was Shannon standing there getting eaten out by Christie… it had been so much more beautiful and erotic than the porn or the online pictures. There was also the intense desire to go back there, toss Christie out of the room and take her spot between Shannon’s legs. Erin glanced around, but there was no one in her part of the library. Sliding her hand into her pants, she rubbed furiously as she pictured Shannon and herself in her mind… it wasn’t that hard since she and Christie had similar hair color. Gasping she came hard… with another furtive glance she pulled her hand from her pussy and sucked the juices off of it.

That night when she went back to the room, no one was there. Disappointed and relieved at the same time, she crawled into bed.

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Shelly put down her women’s magazine with a sigh. She’d just finished another of those ‘Woman Discover Thyself’ stories about exploring her sexuality, and as usual, she’d been most fascinated with the part of the story where the woman explores her sexuality with another woman. She was twenty-five, married to a naval officer, very attractive and she’d still never had sex with another woman. She loved her husband, and loved sex with him, and she didn’t desire any other men, even though hers was usually gone for months at a time, like he was now.

She rose and went to her bedroom, looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and begun to undress in front of the mirror. After having sex with another woman, would she drop the obsession that had been haunting her since college when her roommate Wendy had made a pass at her? For the thousandth time she regretted not letting Wendy have her way. She remembered Wendy’s fevered kisses and torrid pleas, and a shudder of desire rippled through her.

Naked now, she looked at herself in the mirror; tall, slim, nice firm leg muscles, moderate sized breasts, a pretty face with full, pouting lips, shoulder-length dark, nearly black hair, startlingly bottle-green eyes and then her black triangle nestled hotly between her full, round hips. She examined herself critically, comparing herself with the women in her husband’s Hustler’s and Penthouses. She knew that either magazine would probably pay her to pose if she had bigger tits, and they might hire her anyway, yes, she looked good, damned good!

With another sigh, she went to her husband’s closet where he hid those magazines and took out a couple. She lay on the bed thumbing through them and occasionally touching herself, feeling the fever build. She liked looking at the pictures, particularly those of blonds with nice shapely legs, and her favorites of course, those displays of two women together. Also fascinating was how all the women looked both alike and different in between their legs, it made every woman an individual mystery, a mystery that called to Shelly for exploration. And bottoms, she thought, gazing lustfully at a rear-shot of a red headed woman. Women’s bottoms turned her on, too. More than once, she had achieved climax while looking at a picture of one woman licking another woman between the cheeks of her bottom.

In one of the magazines, Shelly read a letter from a woman who having become frustrated at her latent desires for another woman, actually went out and bought herself a prostitute. According to the magazine, prostitutes usually admitted to having an occasional female customer. Could she do that? Shelly closed her eyes and touched her genitals and oh yes, she was wet. She looked back at the woman’s letter — the woman had just called an escort service and the prostitute had come to her home. Shelly bit her lip and glanced over at the phone book on the nightstand. She had heard that these letters were fakes written up by the editors, but escort services weren’t imaginary.

Why not? She had plenty of money in the bank and even had about five hundred in her cookie jar in the kitchen. Her heart began beating faster as she reached for the phone book, telling herself that all she had to do was hire a date, she didn’t have to go through with the sex if she didn’t want to… Minutes later on the line to Modern Escorts, she was nervously trying to tell the woman who answered what sort of date she wanted, young – yes, blond, yes, that would be nice, around seven o’clock? Yes, that would be perfect, an hour from now – plenty of time to get dressed.

At seven o’clock, Shelly was nervously examining herself in the bedroom mirror, smoothing imaginary wrinkles out of her red silk dress. She had also put on black hose and high heels, which prettily matched her black lace panty and bra set. The doorbell rang. Feeling half shocked that she was actually doing this, she answered the front door. The girl was maybe twenty-one or two, certainly not too much younger than Shelly. She was blond, as requested, and built very prettily, indeed, stacked wouldn’t have been an exaggeration. Her legs were full and rounded sexily, too, which was even more important to Shelly.

“Hi,” she said brightly, “I’m Mary. Should I come in, or are we going out?”

“Come on in, please,” answered Shelly nervously, “let’s have a drink and talk awhile, shall we?” She ushered Mary to the living room couch and hurried to pour two generous drinks from the pitcher she had made. Her heart was pounding like a drum as she tried not to stare at the younger woman’s curvy calves. Rejoining Mary, she handed her the drink and sipped her own, trying to think of how to begin, trying to think of anything but legs and pussies and bottoms.

Smiling knowingly, Mary solved the problem for her, “This the first time you ever ordered an escort?” After Shelly’s shy nod, she continued, “Well, the fee for the service, that is, the escort service, is a hundred dollars an evening, antalya escort bayan and I need that up front.” Shelly reached for her purse, and after Mary had closed her own, she continued, “Now, if you want more, it just depends on what you want and whether or not I want to, understand?”

The girl had soft, brown eyes and a tiny mole to the left of her upper lip – she really was pretty, but Shelly still didn’t know what to say, “Well, I mean, do you ever get other calls from women?”

“No,” smiled Mary, “This is my first time to date a woman, at least a customer, but I’ve heard the other girls talk about it, would you like to hear some of the stuff they’ve told me?” Shelly nodded happily, grateful to the girl for taking over. Mary sat closer to Shelly and took a sip from her drink before speaking softly, “Sometimes they want to give their guy a special present, you know, like a three-way, but the girls who told me about those also said that they thought the chicks really just wanted another woman and didn’t want to admit it, even to themselves, much less admit it to their husbands or boyfriends. Is this like that?”

Shelly swallowed and said, “No, not exactly.” She started to clarify that she wanted a woman and knew it, but she just let the girl continue.

Mary continued, more warmly it seemed to Shelly, “And sometimes it’s something kinky, like a woman just wants to kiss another woman’s breasts, or she wants to wear a dildo and pretend to be a man. I even remember one story, where a woman just wanted one of us to pee on her, and another time where a woman ordered two of us and beat off while the girls kissed and had sex together.”

As Mary paused for another sip, Shelly took a deep breath, “No, it’s not like that either. You see, I had this friend in college, who tried to seduce me and I said no, and…”

Mary nodded knowingly, “And all this time, you’ve been wondering what it would have been like if you’d said yes? And you want a really discreet way of finding out?” Shelly nodded, blushing hotly. She wished the money talk was over so they could just start undressing each other.

Mary put an arm around Shelly and drew her close, “I’d ask a guy for a hundred for an hour of straight sex and I wouldn’t even let him kiss me,” she began softly and pulled Shelly back when Shelly started reaching for her purse again, “But since you’re pretty and you seem nice, I’ll give you the same rates as I’d give one of my regulars. That’s one-fifty for me to go down on you ’til you come, and I’ll even take my clothes off and do it naked. Then if the regular wants straight sex, it’s one-seventy-five, and in this case, I guess we would do each other, either one at a time or in a sixty-nine, and for the one-seventy-five, I will throw in kissing and role-playing – pretending like I’m your lover. Now, what would you like?”

Shelly wanted to say a hundred and seventy-five, but something about the girl’s professional demeanor disturbed her – it just wasn’t the way she’d pictured warm, loving sex with another woman, but she was hot, and, Shelly admitted to herself, she did want to see Mary naked, and yeah, she really wanted to touch this girl, too, all over her nubile young body, and more, much more. Since she couldn’t have what she wanted from a prostitute, she might as well use this girl in a kinky way, an opportunity to explore the types of fantasies she had while looking at her husband’s dirty magazines.

“I have a counter proposition for you,” said Shelly resting her hand on the girl’s smooth thigh, just under the hemline of her tight, short gray skirt, and letting her gaze dwell in the crevice of her yellow blouse, where she could see a lovely mole on Mary’s full right breast, “How about I give you three-hundred, and we cut all this marketplace crap. For a while, at least, you will be my love slave, willing to do anything I wish, whether it gets kinky or not. Now, what do you say?”

The girl had lovely dimples when she smiled, “Pay me when we’re done then. What’s your desire, my love?” The girl even made it sound sincere when she said, ‘my love.’

Shelly smiled back, “Well, let’s go to the bedroom, and I will undress you.” Shelly led the way, and once in the bedroom, she unzipped the back of the girl’s dress. As she peeled the dress away, she asked, “So, what’s it like, going to bed with all those men?”

“To be honest?” the girl said thoughtfully, “It’s usually okay, but it seldom turns me on much. When I want sex for myself, I date girls. A lot of pros turn gay. I just haven’t settled down yet with a steady girl, although, I’m sure I will when the right one comes along.” The girl was wearing a red lace bra and matching panties. Her tan was even and golden, and her skin was smooth and fresh. Shelly was so turned on that she was wondering if she was going to come without even being touched.

She hugged the girl from the rear, rubbing her hips against the girl’s firm bottom antalya merkez escort while her hands ran over the girl’s bra. Without thinking about it, she began kissing the back of the girl’s neck while her hands wandered down to cup the girl’s panties. “Ummm, that’s really nice; you really have a sensuous touch,” said Mary, “I never say this to a customer, but… would you mind if I kissed you?”

“Soon,” Shelly murmured throatily as she unfastened the girl’s bra and ran her fingers over the girl’s breasts. She was pleased to feel that Mary’s nipples were already firm and erect. She sank to her knees, running her hands down the sides of the girl’s shapely legs and rested her cheek on the panty-covered buttocks as she gently squeezed the girl’s calf muscles. Shelly pulled down the red panties, and Mary stepped out of them. Pausing only to plant one kiss on the soft but firm flesh of Mary’s left bottom cheek, Shelly rose and turned the girl around.

Mary was breathing through slightly parted lips, and if her nipples were any indication, the girl was truly aroused. So was Shelly, but she wanted to be sure of the girl, after all, a prostitute was very much an actress. Holding the girl’s eyes with her own, Shelly eased her right hand down and cupped the girl’s love mound, and yes, even against the palm of her hand she could feel warm dampness, even through the pubic hair. Hesitantly, as if sensing she had passed a test, Mary put her arms around Shelly’s neck and kissed her slowly and gently, their tongues only lightly touching.

While they were kissing, the girl slowly and leisurely undressed Shelly, copping a feel here and there as she did so. By the time that Mary broke the kiss to remove Shelly’s panties, Shelly was so hot that she wanted to come before doing anything else, so as soon as her panties were down to her ankles, she sat down on the edge of the bed. As Mary slipped her panties and shoes off her feet, Shelly spread her knees and put her fingers in Mary’s blond hair. Mary glanced up with a knowing little smile – she understood what Shelly needed.

Shelly’s heart pounded with excitement as the pretty blonde’s face settled between her thighs — it was one of the things that Shelly had dreamed of – of looking down at her lap and seeing a sexy woman worshiping her sex, and Mary did seem to be worshiping! Mary gently nuzzled and kissed Shelly’s pubic hair, which was moderately thin, soft and black and pressed flat by the wearing of her panties. Then she used her tongue to gently part Shelly’s lips and ran her tongue up and down the brunette’s crevice.

Shelly pushed her ass closer to the edge of the bed, and Mary obliged by sinking her tongue deep into Shelly’s vagina. Shelly moaned and wrapped her legs around Mary’s shoulders as the young blond began worrying Shelly’s clit with the tip of her tongue, skillfully using her fingers in and out of Shelly’s vagina. Shelly ran her fingers through Mary’s hair and moaned, and Mary glanced up, “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever done this to.”

The blond had not stopped licking, in fact, it felt as if she were speaking into Shelly’s pussy, “And you smell, mmm, so good, and taste so delicious!” Then to Shelly’s surprise the girl’s head dipped even lower, and she felt the warm wet tongue lightly flutter over her asshole. Shelly gasped a little sound, and Mary glanced up again, “You like?” Shelly could just nod – the young girl was worrying her clit with a fingertip and licking her bottom, her nose nuzzling in Shelly’s vagina. A few more minutes of this and Shelly began to come and come hard, waves of it washing through her hips.

She groaned out loud and sank slowly back on the bed, raising her knees and hugging them to her chest while Mary covered her bottom and pussy with sweet little kisses. Then Mary crawled onto her, still kissing her all over until the kisses reached her face and she could smell her own groin-smell on Mary’s face and breath. They just lay that way, holding each other in their arms and kissing tenderly while Shelly got her breath back.

“You know, you have the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen. It’s a shame that you’re married.” Mary kissed her once more, lovingly. “So, what did you think?” asked Mary, rolling over on her side and propping her head up on her elbow. Shelly looked at her breasts admiringly while she thought about her answer. Mary’s dark pink nipples were still stiff and swollen.

“It was super! I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard! And I really needed to! Now, I feel like I can concentrate.” Shelly put her hand on the other girl’s breast in what was almost a shy gesture. The nipple was hard against her palm. “Sometimes,” she said hesitantly, “I finger myself while looking at the women in my husband’s magazines, you know?” After an encouraging nod from Mary, Shelly went on with a shy smile, “I wonder if you could do some of those poses for me antalya rus escort and let me, you know, look at you and touch you.”

Mary smiled, “Just tell me how you want me. This sounds like fun.”

Nothing could wipe the grin off Shelly’s face, “Okay, first, just lay on your tummy.” The girl obeyed, lying on her stomach, her legs spread only slightly. Kneeling by the girl’s side, Shelly ran her hands lightly all over the girl’s back, legs and bottom, lingering the longest on the legs and bottom. She kissed Mary’s calves, then her thighs, and then several kisses on each cheek of the girl’s lovely round cheeks. Gingerly then, she spread Mary’s cheeks and looked at Mary’s asshole.

Not only did Mary not resist, but she even stirred sensually and raised her hips on her knees to give Shelly a better view, although she might have had in mind better access in case Shelly was willing to do something to her. Shelly gazed first at the dark pink pucker and then moved her eyes down the backside of Mary’s pussy. Despite the thick, soft, dark brown pubic hair, the slash glistened in moist pink and spread easily at the touch of her questing fingers. Slipping a finger into Mary’s vagina elicited a sigh of pleasure, so Shelly moved her finger in and out a few times.

It felt nice, and Mary seemed to think so too, wriggling her buttocks at Shelly’s touch. She glanced quickly at Mary’s face, and seeing that her eyes were closed, she lowered her face to within an inch of Mary’s open slash and gingerly sniffed. Mary smelled much like herself when Shelly was excited, only very slightly different and just a touch stronger. She was unprepared though, for how powerfully the scent would excite her, even to the extent of causing a tingle of pleasure in her own pussy when she smelled of Mary’s. Without even thinking about it, Shelly licked slowly up and down the slash several times, tasting the younger woman, and then she stuck her tongue as deep into Mary’s vagina as it would go.

She was almost startled to find the tip of her nose touching Mary’s asshole as she rolled her tongue around in the girl’s vagina. She could only detect the faintest aroma of soap from the girl’s ass, so she licked the pucker too. Mary moaned, so Shelly licked her bottom some more while using her fingers to massage the girl’s pussy. It was just as she had dreamed it would be when she had massaged her own pussy while looking her husband’s girlie magazines – this was the sexiest thing she’d ever done. Licking a girl’s pussy, licking her bottom, rubbing her legs – it was so, so hot!

Shelly moaned her lust and rose, mounting the girl from behind and rubbing her pussy against the girl’s bottom. Mary rolled on her side and lifted her left leg around Shelly, bringing their pussies together, and for a minute or two, Shelly fucked at Mary with her pussy as if she were a man fucking Mary. It felt wonderful, but she felt too far away from the blond girl, so she released Mary’s smooth leg and began kissing and licking the girl all over again, and this time, when she stopped at Mary’s groin, she continued licking the clit and probing with her fingers until the blonde’s hips began to shiver.

When her hips began to thrash and Mary’s moans became cries, Shelly took her index finger, already wet from Mary’s vagina, and eased it up the girl’s bottom. Mary responded violently, thrusting with her hips and crying out Shelly’s name. Making Mary come seemed like the most exciting thing yet, and by the time the blonde’s movements had settled, Shelly was more excited than ever.

After Shelly crawled on top of her and kissed her several times, Mary said quietly, “Shall I do you once more?”

It was then that Shelly realized what she’d forgotten, that this was a whore, not a lover. The girl had probably been faking much of her responses, and now she was anxious to grab her money and leave. Well, maybe she hadn’t faked everything, but still, it cooled Shelly’s ardor somewhat, yet, in a way she felt more stimulated by the idea of using her like a whore, and the hell with Mary’s needs, after all, Shelly was paying! “Yeah,” said Shelly casually as she rolled off the girl, “Lick my butt some more and then eat me in a sixty nine, with you on top. I want to look at your pussy while I come.”

Mary smiled prettily, “Sure thing! But I need to go take a quick pee.” She sat up to go to the bathroom.

“Oooo, wait,” said Shelly eagerly, “I’ll come to.”

Mary did have a really sexy grin when she answered, “I thought you weren’t into that kinky stuff?”

The women stood, and Shelly put her hand on Mary’s bottom, “I’m into everything your body does. Besides, if I can’t indulge kinky whims with a professional, who can I go to? But really, do you mind? After all, we can take turns going to the bathroom, I mean, I do have to pee, too.”

Mary laughed, “Of course I don’t mind, besides, you are much sexier than any customer I’ve ever had, I think I’ll like getting kinky with you.” They reached the bathroom and Mary put her arms around Shelly, drawing their breasts together, “Whatja have in mind? Want me to pee on your breasts, your cunt, or your face? You get the best view if I squat over your face, as long as I can manage to miss your eyes. It stings so bad when it gets in your eyes, that you can’t see anything. You have swimming goggles, maybe?”

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I had all but given up on men. All they cared about was having a quick fondle and fuck. I have yet to find a man who could give me what I so desperately craved – hours of foreplay! Or, to be more precise, copious amounts of time fondling, rubbing, licking and sucking on my nipples!

You see, I have been blessed with VERY sensitive buds. So sensitive, in fact, that I cum repeatedly just from having them played with.

Oh, how I long to have them played with by an unselfish man. A man who understands what I want AND need. But where to find such a man? I began to believe that such a man didn’t exist. I had all but given up on my search and contented myself with hours of play alone, in a bid to satisfy my lustful yearnings.

I would often fantasise about two men. Each with a nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking me to heaven. But its never as good as the real thing could be – is it girls?

What was also compounding my feeling of frustration was the sweltering summer we were experiencing which would always make me feel on permanent sexual heat!

The hot sun meant less clothes, which in turn meant that my nipples were more visible to greedy male eyes. They would erect at the slightest thing and when they were hard they protruded by at least an inch! They would rub back and forth against my summer dresses sending exquisite feelings of pleasure and the urgent need for sexual release.

I worked in the city for a firm of stockbrokers. I spent my entire time in the data input department where I shared a large open plan office with about fifty other girls. At 39 I was probably the oldest by some way, but that didn’t bother me. They all looked to me as a kind of mother figure – often there would always be one who came to me with boyfriend or husband problems. And I’d hear the same stories over and over again. Men!

Anyway, this particular week was hot and it wasn’t helped by the fact that the air conditioning had broken down at the office. There we were, fifty perspiring female bodies. On one particular day at the office it was so hot that I decided to remove my underwear, when no one was looking, leaving just my thin summer dress for cover. It was all I could think to do.

Our work spaces were screened off so that we had a little privacy. The only person who had a view into my space was a girl, Katie, who had joined us at the beginning of the week. Her cubical opening faced mine from across the walkway.

On the first day Katie arrived I was unaware of her presence and for a moment, safe in the thought I would not be seen, I allowed my fingers the pleasure of rubbing my nipples back and forth through the material of my dress. I couldn’t help it – they antalya escort were itching to be felt and oooooh did it feel nice! When I opened my eyes I found Katie staring at me, or more precisely my nipples. It was quite clear that Katie was more than staring. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly and she was flushed. I could even see her own nipples erect. Her nose was twitching and her nostrils flared as if she could smell my sexual heat. We both looked at each other for a long moment, and then, flushed also, returned to my work.

From then on, whenever I saw her, she would always smile and, at he same time, her eyes would slowly wonder to my breasts. Her eyes would half close and she had a distant expression, as if she was imagining what my nipples must look like. What I found more disconcerting was that my nipples would respond and erect, causing her to stare even more insistently.

Now don’t get me wrong girls, like all females, I have had the occasional fantasy about other women, but not in any serious way and I had definitely never ventured over to the other side, nor been tempted to. But Katie was causing something in me to stir. Maybe it was just the fact that I had been without for so long and craved the touch of knowing fingers, but either way my body was responding to her desirous looks.

To cap it all she was attractive. Dark long wavy hair, maybe 5’2″ tall and, for a thirty something a very curvaceous body with a nicely rounded fleshy bum which would wobble about freely under her dress. But the best part was her breasts. They must have been 38C/D and judging by what I had seen her nipples were very long too.

I began thinking about her – what she must look like under that flimsy dress. When I got home at the end of the day I would rip my clothes off, jump on the bed and start to fantasise about what men would do to my body, but now my fantasies were turning to images of Katie – her body rubbing against mine, nipple to nipple, pussy to pussy! Ooooh, they were illicit feelings that would result in the best orgasms I’ve ever had – with or without a man. – My resistance was breaking down.

Anyway, back to that particular day. I had very carefully removed my underwear and felt such relief and freedom. Later that morning I had to take some paperwork to the main office. I got up from my cubical and without looking walked straight into Katie who was leaving hers.

‘Oh sorry’ I said, ‘stupid me not looking’.

‘That’s ok’ she replied, but didn’t attempt to back off. She just stood there, her breasts to mine. ‘I…, I mean it’s really hot today isn’t it?’ As she spoke she held my stare as she started to subtly muratpaşa escort move her body from side to side causing our breasts to rub together. I could feel my nipples instantly erecting as she continued to rub back and forth.

‘Y.. y.. yes’, I replied, ‘hard to ooh, concentrate’. I could feel our nipples flicking as hers hardened under the friction.

I couldn’t stand it any longer and excused myself and dashed down the walkway.

Katie had lit a fire in me that had little chance of burning out. I was aflame with desire and need – and for a woman! Or more precisely, Katie. She was the same height, same curvaceous figure and same sized breasts – a perfect match. Oh god, what was I thinking? I must be going mad in this heatwave.

I couldn’t wait to get home and have orgasm after orgasm. In fact, by the end of the day I couldn’t wait full stop and decided to dive into the rest room and quickly relieve myself. – I knew afterall, that no one would be in there now as they were all too intent on getting home.

I shut the stall door and sat on the toilet and leant back as my fingers immediately went to work on my poor sex starved nipples through my dress. Oooooh, it was sooo wonderful and illicit slouched there fingering, flicking, pulling and twisting my nipples like there was no tomorrow.

I imagined it was Katie who was playing with my nipples. ‘Oooooh yes’, I breathed, ‘please rub them, feel them….. ooooh suck them’.

I was rubbing them like mad now and it didn’t take long for my orgasms to start flowing. ‘Ooooh yes, huh, rub them together… flick your long nipples against mine oooh yes!’.

Juice was streaming down my legs, as I imagined Katie rubbing her body against mine. I was in a frantically aroused sexual state, and instead of feeling relieved I was only feeling hotter. I decided to head home as quickly as possible unaware that someone had entered the rest room during my pursuit of pleasure.

When I opened the stall door my eyes met with Katies. She was leaning against the basins opposite. I just froze, still breathing heavily from my exploits, my nipples erect and poking through the material. It was obvious what I had been upto. Again, Katies eyes slowly drifted from mine to my breasts. My nipples were throbbing under my dress.

Katie didn’t say anything she just stared, her eyes half closed, her breathing rapid, her chest flushed. Her legs were bent at the knees and slightly apart. Her hand was on her sex as she idly rubbed it through her dress.

This was more than I could take. I approached her, taking hold of her waist. It was my turn now to move my body antalya anal yapan escort from side to side, allowing our nipples to rub and grind together.

‘Ooooh… its soooo rude’, she breathed. ‘Rubbing our nipples together like this. It makes me so h.. h.. h.. horny’.

Our mouth’s met, hungrily, exploring and dualing with our tongues. With my knee’s slightly bent too, I rubbed my pussy against the back of her busy hand between her legs. I grabbed hold of her fleshy bum, kneading and fondling. Katie let out a long low moan.

I removed the straps of her dress letting it fall to the ground. Then I removed mine and went back to rubbing our nipples against one another. Two pairs of inch long, erect nipples fighting with each other, extracting sexual pleasure upon sexual pleasure. The feeling was indescribable.

‘How does this make you feel?’ I said as I held each pair of nipples together with my fingers and rubbed then against one another.

‘Ooooh, it makes me feel wanton with lust. I have always wanted someone to feel me up in this way. I have such horny nipples’.

We stood there for what seemed like an age nipples and tongues dualing, hands rubbing and squeezing. We were both breathing heavily, rubbing and moving from side to side, back and forth, up and down.

‘Lets rub each other to orgasm’. I replied. And with that I released our nipples and lifted our dresses up together and leaned into her as I began to grind my pussy against hers.

‘God, yo.. yo.. your so lustful and erotic’. Breathed Katie. ‘Yes, rub yourself against me, make me cum… please…’.

We both started to rub and grind more frantically. Katies legs began to buckle as she started to cum. ‘Oooh, my pussy can’t stop cumming… its flicking and rubbing yours oooh’.

Katie collapsed to the floor. I followed pulling her dress up and parting her legs, scissoring her and forcing her down with the weight of my torso as I continued to grind my sex against hers.

“Ooooh our clits are rubbing… huh huh.. I’m cumming again’, cried Katie as I felt her pussy spasm and throb under mine as I felt the spray that was her cum enter my own gaping and juiced up sex.

‘Oooh Katie I can feel your cum spurting into me, i.. it.. makes me so wanton and lewd. I just love to rub against you. Can you feel our large bums rubbing against one another?’

‘Huh, oh god yes… I just want to rub our bottoms together in rude and, ooooh, primitive ways huh’. With that Katie came again and again sending spurt after spurt into my waiting love hole.

Our sex lips were soaked with the juices of our intense sex, slipping and sliding together – clits rubbing back and forth. Our rude talk sent me over the edge as I felt my pussy pulsing and throbbing and releasing my juices into her. ‘Oh god Katie I… I… I’m cumming’, and with that I began to grind myself feverishly into her – gripping her legs as I gyrated and ground my pussy into hers. Whilst she met my thrusts, humping into my being, pulling and rubbing her long and sensitive nipples.

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When my husband started posting my pictures online I left him too it, but as I saw the pictures of normal people having sex I got so turned on. Eventually, I realised it wasn’t only the sex that excited me but also the wide variety of women posting on the site we like! There was something incredibly erotic about seeing normal women like me sharing themselves for all to see that changed my attitude towards them completely!

So for year and a half now I have been full on bi-curious, just waiting for a chance to have sex with another woman! But chance has never come, until 6 weeks ago!

I’m going to call my new lover Claire but it is not her real name – I have to have some secret.

Claire and I have been friends for about a year since her son joined my daughters school. She lives about 2 roads away from me but we walk the same way home with the children after school. I’ve noticed that she has a really sexy bum and what seem to be nice small tits but nothing happened until the last week of the summer holiday.

That week there was a holiday club at the local church so we sent our kids off there for the week. On the last day I had a day off work and so did Claire, so when she offered me to go for coffee at her house I thought about the cleaning at home and decided to wait until later to clean and went round.

The weather this summer was lovely and that day was really warm, so we sat in back garden with our coffees. After chatting for a bit Claire asked if she minded if she changed into her bikini as she wanted to make most of the sun. I said I did not and was secretly looking forward to seeing more of her.

She came back down and was in a lovely but not overly sexy bikini. Her body was not like the airbrushed models we see in magazines but instead showed the signs of having had a child, with a few stretch marks and a bit of a mummy-tummy.

As we carried on chatting I kept trying to look without being caught, but suddenly Claire asked if I like what I saw! I was so embarrassed, but she did not seem to care. She said that she had seen me looking at her before now and did not mind. In fact she liked the attention!

I was still bright red with embarrassment so she put her hand on my knee and told me not to worry.

I felt really uncomfortable now but also a bit excited. Was this the start of something or was Claire just being a friend?

After a couple of minutes of awkward silence, Claire asked me if I was ok. I said that I had not meant to embarrass her to which she said again that she liked knowing that I liked looking at her, and that she had seen the glances I had given to other women too.

I was really aware of the warmth of her hand on my knee and really did not want to break the moment. Suddenly, Claire broke contact and got up and went into the kitchen. I did not know what to do so I got up and followed her in to try to explain. But when I got there she carried on talking.

She explained that there was a good reason escort antalya why she was a single mum. I knew that her son’s dad had not been around for a long time but did not know why. She explained that she had got pregnant after a long relationship but he had left when he found but she did not mind that as she was already seeing someone else – another girl. The problem is that girl had also run when she found out and Claire had not been with anyone since.

Then she asked the question I’d always been both scared and excited about, had I ever been with a woman?

Again I went bright red and tried to get an answer of some sort out, but Claire cut me short by walking across the kitchen and kissed me!

I have to admit that the first thought in my head was “this ca not be happening!” My mind was in turmoil as I thought this sort of thing only happened in erotic stories, but finally after what seemed like an age, I found myself kissing her back!

Almost instinctively my hands found themselves on Claire’s waist and somewhere in the back of my mind I realised that her skin felt different to Miks – softer, smoother.

After a couple of moments we broke apart and just stared at each other. Claire looked at me and I saw a hint of nervousness in her eyes. I realised that she had taken a big risk in taking the lead so I simply said “Wow!” and gave her a quick kiss.

I said that I could not help but see how sexy she was but that I had never even kissed another woman before. We sat down at the table and held hands as we talked a little more and I explained that my interest in women was quite new. She said she understood as she had been there herself and then kissed me again.

As our tongues moved together I realised that a line had been crossed and that I did not want to let this moment end. I broke the kiss and something along the lines of that tumbled out of my mouth and Claire simply smiled. She took my hand and led me out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. As she started up them my eyes were drawn to her beautiful, bikini-covered bum and it was almost hypnotic as she climbed then before me. The trance was broken when she asked are you coming and I looked up to see her grinning over her shoulder at me!

Following her upstairs, I found myself in her small bedroom and Claire turned towards me again. I walked over and this time I started the kiss. She had woken something inside me and I wanted to fill the need that was building up within me.

Again, my hands found there way to her waist and that difference between Miks and Claire stood out in my mind. Everything was different, the kiss, the touch, the smell, everything!

I was suddenly aware of the fact that Claire’s hands were round my neck and that one was fumbling with the button at the top of my back! For some reason the moment reminded me of the clumsy fumblings of so many men with my bra, that I burst out laughing.

Claire looked döşemealtı escort horrified and I had to quickly explain what I was laughing at. She did not look convinced so I reached behind me and undid the button myself, pulling the top over my head! Now it was my turn to be worried as I’m not exactly super-model material, but Claire simply looked me over and moved in to kiss me again.

As we kissed deeply she again reached behind me and undid the zip of my skirt and we moved apart enough for it to fall to the floor. Now I could feel her against me, our bellies touching, my breasts pressing hers through the material of my bra and her bikini top. Her hand slipped onto my bum and one of mine went to hers. We pulled each other even closer!

When we again broke of the kiss, there was an unspoken agreement as to what would happen next. We both reached behind our back and undid the only thing holding our breasts in place. As I saw hers freed from the bikini, the difference between ours was obvious. Whilst mine are 38D and are now not as pert as they once were, hers were no more than a B cup and despite having nursed a child were firm with the most beautiful puffy areolas and nipples.

My hands moved with a will of their own to touch them and for the first time I felt another woman’s breasts. Her mouth opened slightly and the lightest sigh slipped out. We moved to the bed and started to make out, kissing and caressing each other.

After a few minutes Claire rolled me onto my back and started kissing my neck, gently moving her way down over my shoulder until I felt her move her mouth over my breast and lightly bite my very hard nipple. At the same time her hand slipped inside my panties and started to play with my hairy mound.

I know I let loose with a moan at this point and all it seemed to do was give permission for Claire to carry on what she was doing. She shifted herself around and my hand found its way to her bum. As she continued to kiss and nibble and caress, my hand started to pull her panties down so that I could stroke her cheek. I could not quite reach between her legs, but at this point I was struggling to ignore the increasing feeling between my own legs.

Her hand continued to move between my legs and suddenly I felt her fingernail brush over the hood of my clit. I gasped and Claire stopped kissing my boob and sat up with a wicked grin on her face. Her finger moved back to my clit and in response my bum seemed to jump off the bed. She slowly started to circle but it was almost painful until she slipped her finger lower to get it wet. As she moved her hand back again she was relentless, playing with my clit and kissing my nipple until I exploded into a mind-blowing orgasm!

As I started to come down from the incredible high, Claire cuddled up to me gently caressing my side and nuzzling my neck.

We just lay there for a moment as I recovered and enjoyed each other’s konyaaltı escort presence. Slowly I raised myself up and simply stared at her beautiful nakedness. She was stunning and I just knew I had to have her there and then!

I sat up, and her first reaction was to think I was going to get up, as again she looked fearful, but as I reached over and started to pull her panties down she responded by lifting her hips to allow me more access. She pulled herself up for a moment and kissed me again and then lay back opening her legs so I could see my new lover’s pussy. Her meaty lips were so different to mine and the hair that covered her was fine and light, just like her blond hair.

I moved between her legs and started to kiss her neck, with my own groin hovering just above hers. I gently kissed my way down her chest until I found her firm breast under my mouth. Slowly I took her nipple into my mouth and felt the fullness of her puffy areolas filling my mouth as well. The sensation was incredible and I felt her hands press my head firmly down onto her.

But I wanted more!

I continued to kiss lower and lower and as I did one hand slipped between our bodies to start caressing her pussy. For the first time I found myself playing with a clit other than my own and for a moment I sat up!

Everything was different! Whilst I had watched myself masturbating in a mirror before, this was a completely different angle of view. Claire’s pussy was so different too, with her meaty lips! And instead of the sensation that my pussy sends to my brain overriding the feeling from my hand, suddenly it felt like my hand was supersensitive, feeling every fold of skin under my fingers.

I was mesmerised for a moment, until Claire gasped and her clit slid out from its protective hood as my finger touched it. It was like a green light and I lowered my face to her groin and kissed her. The smell of her sex was incredible and I found myself tasting her for the first time. Her hands moved to my head and moved through my hair holding me in place as I licked, and sucked and probed and did all those wonderful things that Miks does to me!

Slowly Claire’s breathing got faster and faster and suddenly she spasmed in her own orgasm, gasping and panting and holding my head in place!

Once she calmed down I lay down next to her and just enjoyed the feeling of her in my arms. Claire smiled at me and we kissed again, the kiss of satisfied lovers. I knew then that this was the start of something new and wonderful!

We spent the rest of the day chatting and laughing together and shared another passionate kiss before picking up the kids and going our separate ways.

We’ve got together a couple of times since that day when work and family commitments have allowed and both times have had incredible sex. It was not until later that I realised I’d cum from only Claire’s hand, so the first time she went down on me was fantastic.

When Miks got home from work that evening, I told him I had something special to tell him once the kids were asleep. When I told him about Claire he could not keep his hands off me and the sex we had was mind-blowing. The first question he asked afterwards was whether he could watch and join in (typical man)! Claire’s bi too and she knows he knows, so who knows what the future holds!

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The Law firm Samantha worked for, Johnson, Bollocks and Hymen, had recently expanded their practice into other cities; moving outside their corporate Los Angeles location, and opening two new office locations in Australia and New Zealand; Sydney and Auckland respectively.

Samantha had caught wind that the managing partners were looking for people within her office to relocate and temporarily live in between Sydney and Auckland for three to five months’; assisting in getting both new offices up and running.

The buzz around the office started to refer to this expansion effort as project Down Under .

Samantha decided to throw her name into the hat; letting her boss know she was interested in the opportunity, and the chance to expand her paralegal career.

Samantha’s motivation to move wasn’t only vocational, she had personal reasons as well. Samantha was recoiling from a relationship that had recently ended badly with her boyfriend, Jake.

It had been a painful break up for Samantha. She was still wounded from the break, and she described the pain as a constant, low and throbbing ache that was eating away at her stomach from the inside out. Moving out of town for awhile would surely give her the space and the time she needed to heal.

Within one month after learning about project Down Under, Samantha was told that she was one of the ten employees chosen to go. She had exactly one month to get her ducks in a row, so-to-speak and ship out.

Samantha was thrilled to learn she was chosen; excited about the opportunity.

She had decided to sublet her downtown Los Angeles apartment out to her best friend, Beth. The timing couldn’t be better, because Beth was also in the midst of a relationship that was unraveling and she was looking for a place to live. Beth also agreed to take care of Licorice; Samantha’s soot-colored, female cat.

Samantha and Beth had known each other for about six years. They met at a campus rally when they were both sophomores in college at UCLA.

Samantha was in between classes the afternoon she met Beth; stretching out her long, sinuous legs on the grass and checking out the scene. Book bag close by, she perused the area for hot looking guys, and girls while only half listening to the speaker talk about student’s rights.

Samantha saw lots of great looking students that day, but her eyes became fixated on what she considered to be one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen; Beth.

Beth had luscious, thick and black, curly hair that framed her delicate face; the ends brushed against her small shoulders. Beth was standing against a metal, railing about 100 feet away. Samantha stared at her for what seemed like an eternity, until she finally looked away, only to find her herself drawn in; staring at her all over again, like a moth to a flame.

Beth was standing next to a short and stocky, pixie-haired, platinum blond. It appeared they were together, like a couple. Beth noticed Samantha was staring at her, and she looked straight at her; flashing a devilish grin. Samantha smiled back, and the apples of her cheeks burned, bright red; blushing.

Beth smiled at her again and this time, the stocky, platinum blond noticed the flirtation, and shot Samantha a cold stare. The blond said something to Beth and then stormed away; leaving Beth standing there alone.

Samantha looked away again, feeling responsible for having caused a riff between them. Samantha looked up again and Beth was no longer standing against the railing.

When Samantha turned to grab her book bag, Beth was sitting right next to it. Beth smiled at her and lifted her hand, offering a “hello.”

“Hi.” Samantha said, surprised and smiling; her large, sapphire-colored eyes greeted Beth.

“Hi. I thought I should come over and introduce myself, considering we kept staring at one another for past 30 minutes.” Beth said, looking at Samantha with her big, dark chocolate-colored eyes that had just a flicker of honey running through them; adding to her mischievous good looks.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I caused any problems with you and your friend. My name’s Samantha, Sam.” She said.

“Please, don’t worry about her. She’s just moody; getting her period, I think. I’m Elizabeth, Beth.” She replied.

They talked for awhile, and quickly realized they had some of the same classes together, and shared similar interests. antalya escort

Beth was an avid runner and surfer, like Samantha. They started to spend more and more time together and before too long, they were like two peas in pod; nearly inseparable, unless of course, one or the other started dating someone. Samantha was experimenting with her sexuality; dating both men and women, whereas Beth only dated women.

“I read somewhere that July 14th is National Nude Day in New Zealand, and you know the men and women down there are supposed to be fucking hot, Sam.” Beth said while taking another swig of Mexican beer from the bottle she was holding as she watched Samantha try and get organized and packed for her trip.

Beth sat cross legged on the edge of Samantha’s bed, wearing a white, cotton, polo dress. The white contrasted against her deep, dark tanned and muscular skin. She was bra-less as usual, and her full, C-cup breasts swayed freely inside her dress; erect nipples rubbed up against the cotton grain.

“National what day?” Samantha asked, pursing her pouty lips, while pushing her long; pencil straight, blond hair behind her ears; exposing the freckles that ran over the top of her small, button nose. She grabbed another handful of clothes from one of her open chest of drawers in her bedroom; searching for space in her suitcase.

Samantha was wearing a pair of washed out, green, cargo shorts that buttoned down the front with a drawstring waist band and they sat low on her narrow hips.

Her small, perky breasts pushed up against a tight, racer-back, white tee-shirt; the front and back advertised surfboard wax. Her wide, muscular, shoulders, lean, powerful arms and the tops of her well developed thighs, were sun-kissed golden, brown from jogging the palm tree-lined streets of Santa Monica Boulevard and surfing the break at rock pile, a local surfing spot.

“You might meet someone down there and maybe he or she will take care of you, down there.” Beth said smiling; revealing the dimples in her cheeks, while she pointed at Samantha’s crotch. Beth had a wide mouth, and naturally plump, red-colored lips. She had a long, pointed nose and high cheek bones.

Men were captivated with both Beth and Samantha’s small, athletic build and natural good looks. Beth was never interested in any of the men that were attracted to her; making her even more attractive to them. Samantha would get a kick out of watching men try time and time again to impress her best friend, but Beth would barely bat an eyelash at any of them. Beth simply wasn’t interested.

“I can’t even think about meeting anyone new right now. I still feel sick to my stomach over this break up with Jake, Beth.” Samantha volleyed back, her brow was furrowed, and her big, blue eyes were welling up with tears.

“Oh, Sam. Don’t start crying over him again. He’s not worth your tears, girl.” Beth said, standing up; walking toward Samantha.

“I’m going to concentrate on work, Beth, not men, at least for awhile.” Samantha said as Beth moved closer and hugged Samantha tightly; their breasts’ and pubic mounds’ were aligned; pressing together.

“I’m really going to miss you, and miss us.” Beth muttered into Samantha’s ear.

“I’m only moving away for a few months; I plan to come back. Besides, with all the hot women living in SoCal, you’ll surely forget all about me in a couple of weeks’.” Samantha responded, pulling back a little to look into Beth’s eyes and to also regain her composure; she felt aroused by Beth’s presence; felt a stirring sensation in between her legs whenever Beth would get a little too close.

Somewhere on a subconscious level, Samantha knew there was a lot more than just friendship between her and Beth, but as you know, sometimes things have a way of staying hidden until we’re ready to see them.

“Yeah, okay, whatever, Sam, but did you know your nipples are hard? Beth responded, swatting the back of Samantha’s hamstring with her hand.

“Oooh, baby; playing rough, eh?” Samantha said jokingly as she moved away and grabbed more clothes; finding room in her suitcase.

Later that night, after Beth had left, Samantha lay on her couch; listening to the sultry voice of Nina Simone on her CD player; Licorice was curled up in her lap, purring. Samantha started reminiscing about her life; her move out of aksu escort the country, her break up with Jake and her long-term friendship with Beth.

As Samantha sunk deeper into her couch, she closed her eyes; her thoughts carried her back; focusing on one specific and extraordinary day she had shared with Beth.

* * * * *

They both loved to find new surfing spots, and Samantha remembered when she and Beth found a secluded beach; a cove hidden by the steep cliffs above, and on that particular day, the waves were breaking perfectly.

Samantha and Beth were the only two on the beach. After they both surfed for two straight hours, they both agreed the next wave they caught would be their ticket back into shore.

They wanted to take advantage of the gorgeous, sunny and warm morning; perhaps indulge in a little topless sunbathing. Once they reached the white, sandy beach, Beth and Samantha peeled off their board shorts and short sleeved rashguards; their standard surfing uniform, underneath both had worn string bikinis.

Beth and Samantha stretched out onto their towels; both surfboards lay horizontally beside them. They were lying on their backs; letting the sun warm their bodies. Beth reached her arm behind her back and untied her string and triangular bikini top; exposing her perfect, round breasts and succulent, erect nipples.

Samantha stared at her breasts; the sunlight reflected upon the light-colored, sand pebbles that had stuck to the soft, tissue of her breasts.

“God. You have the most amazingly perfect boobs, Beth.” Samantha said, opening her eyes for a moment and looking at Beth’s bare breasts.

“I love your small, perky breasts, Sam. I love how your nipples are always hard; poking through your tee-shirts. It’s so erotic.” Beth responded; her eyes were closed.

Beth’s thoughts of Samantha’s breasts were from her memories. Memories of stolen glances when Samantha would change out of her wet, surfing clothes, and into her dry street clothes; often while Beth drove the car; hurriedly racing to get them back home in time for work.

Beth would adjust the rear view mirror, so she could see Samantha’s bare breasts and hard nipples, her flat stomach, or the delicate and soft, light brown hair that she kept trimmed and neat, like an airplane strip in between her legs.

“Oh yeah?” Samantha responded, almost as a dare, and she untied her bikini top and flung it over to Beth; directly hitting her in the face.

Beth raised one of her arms and removed Samantha’s partially damp, string bikini top from her face, opened her eyes and moved her head to one side; looking over at Samantha.

Samantha’s breasts reminded Beth of lemons that were cut in half; her nipples were elongated, like soft, pink rose buds. Like Beth’s breasts, Samantha’s breasts were also covered with tiny, particles of sand that stuck to her skin.

Instinctively, Beth reached over to Samantha and brushed the sand from her breasts; Samantha’s nipples quickly hardened at Beth’s touch.

Samantha opened her eyes and looked at Beth; her full breasts ascended up, like her nipples were kissing the sun. Samantha would often tell Beth that her natural breasts were probably the envy of every plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills.

Beth’s beautiful levitated breasts weren’t filled with silicone implants from a surgeon’s agile scalpel, but instead, it was rigorous exercise that lifted and shaped her breasts.

Over the years, Beth spent hours paddling out on her surfboard; out against the pounding surf and then hoisting herself up and out of the water, catching a wave on her board as she made her way into shore, attributing to toning and shaping her breasts.

Samantha reached for Beth’s breast, and gently rubbed her palm across her nipple; Samantha felt Beth’s nipples harden in her hand.

Both women moved from laying on their backs, to their sides now; facing the other; each fondling the other’s breasts, saying nothing, while the sounds of the waves gently crashed onto beach, and the wind rustled through their dampened hair, and seagulls cried out around them; searching for morsels of food.

“You know that I love you, Sam.” Beth said; hearing Samantha’s breath quicken; somehow knowing Samantha’s pussy was wet, and feeling her own pussy become juicy while Samantha stroked antalya escort and massaged her breasts.

“Yes. I do know. I love you too.” Samantha responded as she moved her hands down and across Beth’s flat and tight, six-pack abdominals; finger tips felt the smoothness of Beth’s soft, skin and the light dust of hair that ran down just past her belly button; leading to the very top of her string bathing suit bottoms.

As Beth’s one hand grasped Samantha’s breast, her other hand reached down and untied the strings to her bathing suit bottoms; pushing the bottoms down, until her pussy was exposed. Samantha didn’t object; she lay on her side; completely naked.

Her slick, well-manicured pubic hair, round, tight ass and washboard stomach greeted Beth’s eyes and hands.

Samantha glided her hands down along Beth’s soft, olive skin; meeting the outside swell of Beth’s breast, her ribs and the indentation of her small, waist; stopping once she reached the curve of her shapely hips.

Samantha took a deep breath in and pushed her fingers down further, until she touched the inside of Beth’s suit bottoms; feeling the wetness of her pussy and the luxuriously, soft and thick, full bush that covered her pubic mound.

Beth shuddered with excitement; felt her heart beating faster at Samantha’s touch. Samantha fingers began to explore her best friend’s slick pussy. Beth ran her hands over Samantha’s body; massaging her shoulders, breasts, and the cheeks of her ass, while Samantha pushed her fingers deeper inside Beth’s bathing suit bottoms.

Samantha moved her fingers pass the silky hair covering her pussy; touching her outer lips, her vulva, and then pushing her index finger into the slippery, wet cleft; lightly circling Beth’s throbbing clit. Beth hissed with pleasure.

Beth pushed herself up and off her towel; moving forward and toward Samantha; kissing her on the lips; her tongue probed deeply into Samantha’s mouth.

She pulled back smiling at Samantha, as Samantha lifted her arms around Beth’s neck pulling her down and on top of her body. Samantha rolled from her side and onto her back; Beth hovered above her; kissing her lips, her neck, her nipples; moving her mouth over Samantha’s salty, sandy body.

Beth alternated between circling her tongue and sucking and nibbling each of Samantha’s hard nipples. Samantha moaned in pleasure and Beth would suck harder. Samantha pulled Beth back up to her lips and kissed her again, this time their lips press harder.

Samantha lifted her hips up and began circling them; pushing her pussy and pulsating clit into the Beth’s crotch. Beth reached down with one hand and pushed her suit bottoms down and off.

They were both naked, and they ravaged the other. Their sopping wet pussies embraced; thrumming pussy lips kissed; clits rubbed back and forth, and back and forth against the other.

Both women gyrated their hips up and down and around and around; grinding into the other’s hot, thrumming clit until Samantha screamed out into the deserted beach that she was cumming; cumming hard.

Her body spasmed and shook as she felt the waves of her orgasm take over her. She opened her eyes and looked at Beth, who hadn’t climaxed yet, but she was close, and Samantha watched as Beth slide her fingers in between her own legs and rubbed her fingers back and forth across her clit moaning “Ooooooh. Ooooooh.” Beth closed her eyes as her body spasmed toward release of orgasm.

* * * * *

Samantha’s body jerked as she awoke from her groggy daydream state. She could hear Nina Simone singing, Here Comes The Sun in the background.

Maybe it was the memory of having sex on the beach with Beth, or maybe it had something to do with her recent break up, but as I mentioned before, the universe has a way of presenting things to us when we’re ready to see them, even if something has been standing right in front of us the whole time.

Whatever the reason, Samantha found herself lying there that night on her couch, acknowledging to herself for the first time that her feelings for her best friend were far greater than just a long-term friendship, and she wanted to do something about it. It was as if a light bulb had been turned on above her head.

“God, I don’t want to lose her. I love her.” Samantha said to herself, reaching down and feeling for Licorice curled up at her side.

Samantha reached for her cellular phone, and hit the speed dial button for Beth, “Beth. Hi. Remember that time you and I found that secluded beach; where the waves were kicking and you and I…well, do you remember? You do? Well, what would you think about you, me and Licorice celebrating National Nude Day in Auckland together…?”

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Ch2.

So in the cold dead of a winter night Amanda lay there settling in for sleep beside Tara who was so warm and peaceful the way she just slept like a cozy plush. The covers over the bed were patched many times, but they held a fine insular heat that made them special. The blanket was Tara’s and had some sort of significance Amanda could never quite figure out.

Under the warmth of the blankets she settled in trying to get her head comfortable on the pillows, shifting a little before sighing for the most part quite content. A little yawn that grew into an encompassing near eye closing statement of how tired she was escaped her lips. Stretching, Amanda could feel her arms and spine loosen up, the day’s stresses slowly peeling away in the darkness. The warm familiar scent of her lover helped to slowly draw her near to sleep’s door.

Tara had felt Amanda’s entry into the bed, but had only been half awake when Mandy had slipped in yet with every passing moment her longing for Mandy’s warm skin drew her from the fast receding dreams she’d been having. Slowly she opened her sleepy eyes to look back at her lover. Mandy’s arm and hand shifted draped over her body which was met by a smile. She could feel those fingers that were so delicate, soft, and loving caress her bare chest. How she wanted more from those fingers, and how her memory of them sometimes kept her awake on nights when Amanda came home late.

Amanda sleepily gazed back at Tara, and seeing her rouse somewhat, slipped a hand over her warm soft skin. Her mauve laced eyes melted into Tara’s while her hand trailed down her chest to the navel. Tara’s eyes and lips glistened with a nervous tenderness that always gave Mandy pause for thought. It was a like an innocence, “Bamby eyes” was how Amanda had tried to put it once and Tara had just laughed. Amanda couldn’t help but smile leaning into finally kiss Tara for a full and wholesome moment, her tongue tasting the minty scent antalya escort bayan of residual tooth paste on Tara’s breath.

As Tara enjoined Amanda for the kiss, she curled a leg over one of Mandy’s and felt a hand trace over her side, along and over her ribs slowly tracing the form of her figure. She just loved it how Amanda massaged her hips with those trailing fingers that eventually, made their way up to a breast where they stopped. The kiss lingered for a peaceful while until Tara broke it to catch her breath. Amanda just watched her and smiled that caring “i love you” smile she had a knack for bringing out at just the right moment and Tara simply melted. With a bit of shifting she nestled herself in against Amanda and whispered tender sweet murmurings as Amanda’s palm gently cupped and massaged one of Tara’s breasts.

“Good morning sleepy head” Amanda whispered to Tara as her fingers kneaded warm flesh. “I was watching you sleep for a while when i first came in.”

“Did you like what you saw?” Tara mumbled the words out as her own hand slowly caressed Mandy’s back. “I mean, … ” Tara’s blush at her own words lit her cheeks like fireworks, and she slowly reverted to a quiet moan as Amanda’s hand shifted to her other breast. Partly out of pleasure she sighed and to some extent, some modesty, that kept rearing it’s head in the way of her wants. Those wants always got in the way of her and Mandy’s communication. Mandy had always wanted and asked her to say aloud what she was comfortable with, what she wanted, and what she didn’t. For the most part they relied on instinct and on occasion Mandy had joked it was like sleeping with a guy.

Amanda leaned in and kissed Tara’s cheek, licking it as she drew away “Yes, i just did,” she intoned while drawing Tara into a warm nuzzling hold. “Talk to me and just let go, I won’t bite much you know.”

Tara sighed she could feel antalya otele gelen escort Amanda’s breathing and heart beating they were so close, by the gods it felt so good to just be there. To share those moments with Mandy. How she wanted to, say things a year ago she’d have never contemplated saying aloud, much less thinking. Amanda had come into her life like a whirl wind, sweeping her up off her feet and sometimes Tara didn’t know what to think.

They’d been good friends for sometime, just friends and then the little things sort of started happening. Maybe it was the discussion about gay marriage, or maybe it was realizing why Amanda had a thing for rainbows and triangles. It was like a conversation that was never really had out loud, it just happened.

“Yeah, i know,” Tara whispered back and just hugged Amanda. Damn it always felt good to be there like this. “I want, I want, I want you to” she swallowed slowly “touch me and, make me feel good.”

Amanda quietly held her and in the dark of the room’s available light. With the moon outside the window, her eyes were lit with an inner warmth that opened to Tara with a gentle peaceful understanding. “Hey, now that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

“No.” Tara smiled slowly as she loosened her hug from about Amanda giving her partner access to her thighs.

Amanda’s hand slowly trailed down Tara’s body and slipped over folds of flesh, moist with anticipation. She could feel Tara draw in a breath as her flesh was caressed, and she just smiled kissing the tip of Tara’s nose while a finger slowly trailed betwixt the folded lips of Tara’s sex, slipping through the moisture leaking from within.

Tara watched Amanda’s eyes and intermittently smiled as she was pleasured with those knowing fingers Amanda kept so neatly clean and suited to those times when they were together. As she lay there antalya sınırsız escort her hand traced over Amanda’s shoulder. Caressing that warm shoulder was more than just touch, it was her way of saying how much she cared. It wasn’t just the sex they were having, and those moments of orgasm they came to know in the process. It was something more valuable and heart warming.

Her hand and fingers had grown rather moist and she watched Tara’s shifting body, the rhythm of her breath and felt herself growing needful as her lover’s body writhed so close to her. She smiled as Tara trailed a hand over her arm and just loved the sensation of her breasts being idly fondled. Her kisses trailed over Tara’s cheek, each one deliberate, each sealed with a gentle lick of her tongue. Amanda took her time guiding Tara to release, fingers within, while yet some without alternately fed the desire about her clit. She wanted to see Tara pleased, she loved seeing the expression on Tara’s face when she came, and nothing more made her happy then to hold Tara as she lay there nearly luminescent, in that post sex after-glow.

She could feel herself on the verge of an expanse of pleasure just beyond the moments that were coming, and with each of Mandy’s kisses upon her cheek she melted into Amanda’s guidance. Loosing her breath to the moment she silently moaned in agony while a cataclysmic shattering of her nervous endings found pleasure at the behest of her lovers’ fingers.

Amanda’s head buried it’s self into Tara’s neck and she closed her eyes breathing warm against that body and soul she’d fallen so deeply for. She could hear Tara’s breathing somewhere in the distance, and hear a heart racing with a pounding beat. It was a release now, and Tara was coming, wet between her legs and over Amanda’s hand. Yet that was so far away, Amanda felt so close to Tara, close beyond flesh and breath, and somewhere she could sense Tara next to her. It was like finally being at home: so safe, so warm, so caring. She could hear Tara start to moan lowly and she held her close now, still working her knowing fingers around the nub of Tara’s clit, kneading the flesh moist with Tara’s sweat and fluids. The scent of their sex, sweat and the tropical island flavored shampoo in Tara’s hair sank into Amanda’s consciousness like a hand into a warm, snug-fitting glove.

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A continuing story of lesbian seduction, awakening, control, and intense edging. In this chapter, the two women enjoy each other in every way imaginable.

*******

“You’re forgiven for assuming I came too, but I didn’t,” I explained to the lovely Felicity who was lying between my feet on the floor of my apartment, having just endured a long, powerful edged orgasm.

“What? You didn’t come? Oh god Julia, how do you do it? How could you have not come at midnight? You must be so pent up. I think if I stuck a pin in you, you’d burst!”

“I was just enjoying watching yours. Anyway, you didn’t come at midnight either.”

“Must have been just after. I couldn’t have held on any longer.”

I looked at my phone. “Well it’s now nearly 12:20 so you spun that out far longer than you realise.”

Felicity blushed. “O jeez, I don’t know how I could’ve …”

“Don’t fret, it just shows how you’re maturing sexually.”

“Aww you’re too nice … you’re such a good teacher, but I have so much to learn, in such a short time.”

“Well I wasn’t thinking of going to bed any time soon. Well, not to sleep anyway.”

Felicity smiled again. “Me neither.”

“Good, because I thought you might like the pleasure of finishing me?” I suggested as I hitched up my dress and lowered myself until my pussy was just centimetres above her face.

“Mmmm Julia, I’d love that. Can’t wait to taste you again,” she confirmed as she lifted her head up enough to lap between my lips. I allowed her a couple of licks but then pulled away, teasing her and announcing: “Time to get naked, my lovely.”

“Awww I was enjoying that!” she protested, but I was already half-way to the kitchen by then.

“Later, baby, later,” I called back over my shoulder. “If I came in that position, I’d probably smother you to death or drown you.”

Felicity lapped my wetness off her mouth and joked: “What a way to go.”

“So instead you’re going to finger me to orgasm, which won’t take long, but we really, really should get naked first, don’t you think?”

“Definitely!” she replied, “Any opportunity to see your amazing body … Auntie.”

She obviously hadn’t noticed what I’d picked up in the kitchen and when I got back, she’d already started to unfasten the ankle straps of her pink shoes.

“No, no, leave them on,” I insisted, kneeling between her feet and moving her hands away.

“You said to get naked, and I can’t get these leggings off over my shoes so I thought …” but her voice tailed off when she saw me holding up the scissors.

“Oh no Julia, be careful with those,” she pleaded as I began to snip up from the bottom of the inside seam of first one leg then the other. She shuddered as the cold steel contacted her skin, and braced herself as I snipped higher and got closer to the ripped hole between her legs. Carefully avoiding her protruding labia I continued up the front, over her abdomen and finally cutting through the top edge. I peeled them off her, revealing the beautiful the pale smooth flesh of her legs.

Felicity scrambled to her feet and stood full height in front of me in just her pink shoes, and the tattered top which, truth be told, concealed very little. It was obvious how erect her nipples were, poking confidently through the grey fabric and she knew what was coming. She pushed her shoulders back as I slid the blade of the scissors up against her breastbone and snipped slowly, cutting only a centimetre or so with each stroke, until finally the two halves parted. She let out a sigh, pushed her shoulders back and shrugged it off like a tiny waistcoat, allowing me to feast my eyes again on those small, firm, slightly cone-shaped and awesomely beautiful breasts.

“Naked enough for you, Julia?” she asked. I nodded, temporarily lost for words as I pondered on how the night was unfolding.

“Then what about you?”

Needing no prompting, I grasped the bottom edge of my dress and as nonchalantly as I could, pulled it up and over my head, tossing the rather expensive garment onto the floor. I soaked up the sensations of the cooler air hitting my entire body and of my bare breasts bouncing free. With no other distractions other than that little gold ingot dangling against my foot, I could no longer ignore the powerful need nagging in my smooth bare pussy, knowing the time was right.

Felicity looked me up and down, her mouth half open her eyes wide. “Julia you have such a fabulous body and I want it so much” she purred.

“Tell me. What do you really want, Flix?”

“I want to touch you everywhere. Lick you everywhere. And I want to make you come, over and over again … Julia”, the words tumbling out as though involuntary.

I looked into her eyes sternly. “You don’t ‘make’ me come, but you can ‘help’ me to come. Understood?”

“Yes … Miss,” were her last coherent words before she threw herself against me, hugging me, her urgent mouth finding mine, her lips passionately engulfing mine in one long wet probing kiss after bitez escort another, barely coming up for air. She pressed her lithe naked body against mine. Our legs moulded together as she pressed her thigh between mine, hard against my pussy as we humped standing up. Our breasts, slippery with perspiration, crashed together as Felicity twisted from the waist, repeatedly slamming her much smaller boobs against mine and brushing her hard nipples across mine, time after time. She had become like an uncaged animal. It was as though her orgasm, and maybe removing her clothes, had released some kind of safety valve and now she was on full power.

We fell onto the thick wool rug on the floor; her agility and stamina were breath-taking as she writhed and clambered all over me. It felt like there was no part of her body that she didn’t rub, press, or brush against me, but my mind was a blur and all I could really think about was the throbbing aching need focussed intolerably at my clit. I knew that when I came it would not be my only and last orgasm of the night and I needed to get this one in the bag. I grabbed Felicity’s wrist and guided her hand between my legs. She broke off from kissing my boobs long enough to remind me: “I’ve never helped another female come. I hope I get this right, Julia.”

“I’m sure you will. Just do to me what you did to yourself. Don’t rush, but don’t delay much longer or I fear I shall pass out.”

I wasn’t joking; I was so desperate now to finally reach and go over the peak.

Felicity lay on her side next to me, pressed her cute pussy against my thigh and hooked her knee inside mine, encouraging me to open my legs wider. She rested her head on my shoulder and slid her left arm behind the small of my back, pulling me to her.

“Are you ready, Julia?” she asked. All I could say was ‘Mmmmmm’ as I tilted my pelvis upwards, ready for her touch.

Felicity positioned her free hand above my pussy mound and held it there for just a few seconds, long enough to build the tension to boiling point. She somehow knew exactly how to press my buttons and timed her touch perfectly, pressing her finger between the gaping, swollen, wet folds of my pussy lips then sliding her fingertip upwards, purposefully, intentionally, deliberately onto my waiting, aching clit.

I thought I would die as the sensation hit me. The physical touch sent shock waves through my nervous system and the emotional release threatened to overwhelm me. My body bucked and writhed but Felicity held tight, circling my clit with one finger, expertly dabbing, stroking and tormenting it. Moments later I felt it, I knew it was close. My orgasm, supressed, subdued and controlled for two long weeks, was now only seconds away. My body froze and all I could think about was that young finger on my clit, hooking under its hood, exposing a myriad of nerve endings and relentlessly stimulating every one.

“Yes Flix yes, yes, it’s coming it’s here now Flix Oh fuck yes yes fuck …” I growled, until my words were replaced by my screams.

Suffice to say, my orgasm was amongst the most powerful and intense I’d ever experienced. Spasm after spasm rocked through me. My legs shook uncontrollably and muscles in my vagina and perineum clenched as though grasping at something unseen. Felicity clambered on top of me and jammed her leg against my gaping pussy. I humped against her, intensifying the feelings as wave after wave of thrilling joy and relief flooded my entire self. I’d tipped over the highest point of the mountain pass and now I came thundering down the vertiginous slope of fulfilment and eventually flattening out onto a calmer, flatter plain.

As my feelings began to subside, I realised that Felicity was lost in her own world. She lay on top of me with her body pressed against me. She wasn’t heavy and the feel of her skin against mine was wonderful. Her long blonde hair cascaded over my upper body, soft yet matted with perspiration and she lay her head gently on my breast.

I sensed that my leg was wet, where Felicity was still pressing her pussy into my thigh. She looked up at me with an enormous smile on her face and was the first to speak: “Oh Julia, that was amazing. Did I please you? I hope so, Auntie Julia. Tell me I did a good job.”

“Flix my lovely, you were awesome. You did a great job. Seems like you enjoyed it too.”

“You fucking bet I enjoyed it. Everything about you excites me and turns me on Julia. And I’m so happy that the first woman I’ve ‘helped to come’ is you.”

“Did you come too? Did you come against my leg, Flix?”

Felicity promised me she hadn’t, but I sensed that might be about to change. She slithered lower and lower down my leg until she reached my ankle but then, without so much as a ‘may I?’ she began to rub her pussy over my gold shoe. Squatting over my foot, she rocked and gyrated her hips so her pussy lips and clit brushed over the top straps, then moved lower, all the time leaving gümbet escort some of her wetness on the leather and on my skin. I loved seeing her tummy muscles tighten and her little titties jiggle as she moved. She looked at me intently, gauging my reaction, seeking my approval. I simply nodded, propped myself up on my elbows and continued to enjoy the show, rather amused and excited by this surprising new development! She smiled; I still wasn’t sure we had the same agenda though it was worth the risk.

“Take it off, Flix. That wasn’t a request, that was an instruction”

“Yes Miss, I understand,” she replied, and complied, unfastening the two ankle straps and sliding the shoe off my foot. She brought it up to her chest and began to brush it against her titties. This wasn’t quite what I expected, but it was very enjoyable for me to watch.

And also for her.

As she dragged it across her nipples they visibly grew larger, longer and tighter as she pressed my shoe hard against each one in turn. Then she used the heel to lift each exquisite little breast then let it fall only slightly. The erotic display she was putting on for me, and no doubt for her own pleasure, aroused me and I moved one hand between my legs. I was unsurprised to discover my pussy was still open and engorged and I stroked a finger through its folds. I took a moment of quiet to absorb the incredible events of the day so far and wondered if there was more excitement still to be had.

There was.

Felicity was squatting astride my ankle and, still holding my shoe against her upper body with one hand, she slipped the other between her parted thighs. She stroked, massaged and teased her pussy for a while, moaning softly, her head thrown back and her dishevelled hair sticking to her sweaty back. She then positioned herself directly above my upward-pointing bare foot and, looking at me as though wordlessly seeking my permission again, gauging my reaction, she lowered her pussy onto the tip of my toe. She adjusted her position a couple of times, then purposefully sank down onto it in a single fluid movement. She gasped as it entered her soft, warm vagina and I curled my other toes to make it easier for her to accept all of my big toe inside her.

Remembering she’d told me (and I believed her) that she was a virgin and had not inserted anything other than a finger and a small hairbrush handle inside herself, this was a big move for her. I took hold of one of her hands to give her some stability and she rose up, paused, then sank down again onto my toe.

I could hardly believe this was happening. A young, awesomely desirable woman was, to be basic, toe-fucking herself with my foot. And I loved it. What more could a lesbian like me with a shoe and foot fetish ask for?

As she bounced up and down on my foot, her titties bobbed in rhythm and she began to pant and gasp.

“Oh my god Julia I can’t believe … this is … oh fuck yesss … fuck me Julia.”

She put her hand back between her legs and started to masturbate again, urgently stroking, rubbing and fingering herself as she rode my toe. I tilted my foot to make it easier for more of it to enter her and her clit crashed against my curled smaller toes. Her noises became more frantic, her words more explicit. Finding the whole situation an incredible turn-on and quite unexpected, I quietly stroked and teased my own clit as I watched, becoming more and more aroused and absorbed in the whole quickly-developing experience.

Felicity was now delirious and was pumping and gyrating her hips, repeatedly lifting right off my foot then slamming back down, time and again, moaning and crying out. With her legs spread wide, she gave me an indescribably arousing view. My toe repeatedly disappeared inside her, and each time reappeared glistening wet with her juices. Oh the joy of sex with a young, fit, strong and flexible partner! She was clutching at her titties with her free hand, pinching her nipples and pulling at them whilst still masturbating herself in a frenzy of need and imminent fulfilment. But just as it seemed she was going to erupt into noisy orgasm, she slowed, and slowed, and … stopped.

She held still with my toe buried deep inside her tight vagina. I realised what she was doing and encouraged her: “Yes Flix, just hold it there. Keep still. Claim the sensations. Ride the wave. Good girl. Hold it in. Save it for me, save it baby, capture the moment.”

Felicity tentatively climbed off my foot and looked at me. She was physically shaking. “This is going to kill me, I’m sure,” she panted. “Oh my god what an incredible feeling. It’s still going, jeez I’ve almost gone too far, I’m struggling to hold it back Julia. What do I do? Help me please. It’s too much. I can’t stand this. I’m going to … oh no … trying hard … “

I encouraged her to resist the temptation to let the climax win, and she did. She stayed motionless, down on all fours, her head down, her whole body bodrum escort bayan tense and perspiring until, eventually … she began to breathe a little easier. She sat back on her haunches, flicked back her hair, did one of her cute elbow-pumps and let out a long sigh followed by a ‘Yessssssss … I did it!’

I congratulated her and she smiled. “Thank you, teacher, that was fucking unbelievable. I really thought I’d gone over the cliff.”

“Well sweetie it looked amazing from over here. I also thought you’d lost it at one point but you held on. Well done. But now I think you deserve a reward.”

Her smile widened and I crawled over to her on the soft floor rug and I joined her there.

“What’s my reward, Auntie?” she asked in her put-on little-girlie voice

“You’ll see. I’ll show you.”

It only took moments for me to suitably arrange our legs and soon we were rubbing our needy pussies together. Felicity’s flexibility and her natural thigh gap made this simple and very pleasurable as we pressed, moved, rocked and gyrated sensually, sending waves of horny-making pleasure through our clits. There seemed to be legs everywhere and I wondered if Felicity had morphed into some kind of humanoid-octopus but it all made sense when she lay on her back with one leg straight up against my body, her calf between my boobs and her foot level with my mouth.

I squeezed her leg between my boobs, wrapping them around it with my hands and mock-fucked it, which Felicity enjoyed immensely. In fact, she enjoyed anything involving my breasts. We changed positions fluidly as we became a riot of writhing bodies, licking, sucking, slapping, and sliding, occasionally breaking off to smear copious quantities of lube on our pussies, legs, boobs, everywhere really. Felicity especially loved getting into various ‘scissors’ positions where we could rub, press, and slam our clits together and I as always, I thoroughly enjoyed writhing with a woman who’s still wearing her shoes. But I couldn’t remember another woman who could gyrate and rock her hips quite like Felicity did that night! We were like animals and our tummies slapped together as we tribbed to a crescendo, our pussies wet with a slippery, slithery amalgam of lube and two horny women’s copious natural juices.

The sound of wet pink flesh on wet pink flesh is like no other and I found it irresistibly arousing, so, for a change, I didn’t resist. Neither did Felicity, and we shouted, moaned, and writhed together to two almost-synchronous, very noisy and very powerful orgasms. We came with our vulvas pressed hard against each other’s and clutched at each other’s naked sweaty bodies. My orgasm was deep and rewarding, reminding me that edging isn’t the only way and sometimes wild, fulfilling, abandoned lust is good too!

I hugged Felicity against me as waves of pleasure engulfed us both, then subsided. She drifted between laughing and panting as she got her breath back whilst I calmed myself, feasting on the satisfying and slowly decaying sensations in my groin. Eventually I let her go and we looked each other up and down. Felicity leaned into me and kissed me passionately, her tongue probing deep into my mouth.

“Oh my … I’m speechless. That was amazing. Thank you so much,” Felicity whispered in my ear, then asked: “I’d like to do something I’ve only ever fantasised about and would only ever do in front of someone I deeply trust. I’m sure you’ll like it, and all you have to do is watch. OK?”

How could I turn down such an offer so I agreed and made myself comfortable.

Felicity took a deep breath, turned to me and asked if I had some antiseptic disinfectant wipes. Slightly odd request, I thought, but I told here where to find them in the kitchen. She tottered there and back, naked except for her pink shoes, bringing the wipes with her. She’d also found another bottle of my favourite lubricant; just as well as we’d already used up two. Then she sat down and started to take off her shoes with nervous fumbling fingers. I watched as she then meticulously wiped them all over, and I noticed a soft rather private smile on her face.

This was getting interesting, especially when she also did the same to one of mine. It was the one with the dangly adornment and she proceeded to lick it all over, spending a while sucking the tiny gold ingot. I found that fascinating, and raised my eyebrows when she then began to smear lube on its sole and its gold heel.

Standing up, she began to brush my shoe up and down the insides of her legs, across her tummy and over her pussy. Insisting I watch closely, and with her eyes firmly on me, presumably to gauge my reaction, she then crouched slightly and touched the tip of its heel on her clit. I saw her flinch at the first contact, but she held it there and teased her pink bud, using the heel to probe under its hood and then making circles and figure-eight shapes. She was oozing juices and obviously getting off on this big-time. She then sat on the floor, leaning back whilst supporting herself on one hand and with her legs spread wide apart, she looked alternately at me and at the shoe as though to foretell what was coming next.

After a few seconds, which to me felt like hours, she began to slowly insert the long slender gold heel into her open vagina, a little at a time, always needing to know I was watching.

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Monica awoke early that Saturday morning because she was so used to doing so when the kids were at home. They were with their father this weekend. Monica’s divorce from Anthony had only been final for a month, and she still missed him. Even though she was overcome with hate every time someone mentioned his name or she came across an old photo of him that she had somehow forgotten to burn, she could not deny that she still loved him.

Monica and Anthony had married straight out of college, he a high-power attorney and she a successful interior designer. She bore three children for him and created an inviting and warm home, but that all went down the drain one day when Monica arrived home earlier than expected from a consult with a new client to find Anthony in bed with his 19 year old secretary, Tiffany.

Monica still looked damn good after having three children and she had only just turned 30. She had silky dark brown hair that fell just below her shoulders with side swept bangs, piercing green eyes, full lips; she was about 5’4, and 120 pounds, 36 DD breasts and a nice round ass. Yes, she had received many offers from men and women a like since her divorce but she had refused them all, vowing to devote all of her free time to seeing her children through the difficult divorce. Monica wasn’t very interested in another man anyway; she was determined to never again set her self up for such heartbreak.

Monica got out of bed that Saturday morning and went downstairs to have some breakfast. She made herself a bagel with cream cheese, a bowl of fruit salad and a cup of coffee and sat down to read the morning paper. After breakfast she straightened up around the house and then had a quick shower. She fixed her hair and applied her makeup, then went to her closet to choose an outfit. She decided on a cool summer dress, a new pair of sandals, a white strapless bra, and a matching thong. After she had looked herself over in her full length mirror she sat on the bed and decided to call some of her girlfriends to see if they wanted to go out to lunch and maybe do a little shopping, but everyone she called already had plans.

She lay back on the bed and laid her folded hands on her lower stomach, and began to feel turned on for no obvious reason. She got up and found her toy box on the top shelf of her closet and brought it down to her bed. As she looked through the box at all the toys, she found nothing that interested her, they all just reminded her of Anthony, and she needed something new.

She put the toy box back on the top shelf of her closet and decided that she would go shopping by herself. She spent the morning buying herself as well as the kids a few new outfits. Just as she was about to walk over to the nearby café for lunch she noticed a new store. The stores sign read, “Passionate Kisses” on top and underneath bodrum escort bayan read “Unleash the Passion Within”. Monica decided to see what the store had to offer; after all she did need a new toy.

Monica walked into the store and saw a very beautiful woman standing behind the counter. Monica had experimented with a few girls in college but hadn’t been with any since her marriage. The woman had long blonde hair, stunning blue eyes, full lips; she appeared to be around the same height and weight as Monica although her breasts appeared to be a bit larger. She wore a red halter dress, with matching red heels, and a red headband in her hair, silver hoops in her ears, and a matching necklace and bracelet. The nametag attached to the left side of her red dress was adorn with a red rose, and read Amy in pink cursive type.

“Hi, I’m Amy; Can I help you find anything today?”

“Well, I’m not really sure what I’m looking for, I just want something different.”

“I’m sure we can find something, come with me.”

Amy was very warm and friendly and made Monica feel comfortable right away. She took her through shelf after shelf of toys, lubes, books, videos, and lingerie, demonstrating how different products worked and answering any questions she might have. Finally Monica, with Amy’s help carried various items up to the counter to pay for them, she was buying much more than she had expected.

“Wow, Amy, if I’m not careful I’m afraid I’ll buy out your whole store!”

“That would be fine with me!”

“Listen, Amy, have you had lunch yet?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Would you like to join me, there’s this great little deli right up the street.”

“Sounds great!”

Monica paid for the items and packed her bags away in her car, and then she and Amy walked up the street to the deli for lunch. The girls sat and talked for hours, just like old friends, when Monica noticed the time…

“Oh my! Amy, look at the time…won’t you get in trouble with your boss?”

“No, because I am the boss.”

“Oh, I had no idea.”

With that, Amy went into the story of how she had been the Vice President of a very successful banking firm, but had found the work less than satisfying. She talked about how she had always been an insatiable nymphomaniac and the logical choice had been for her to open up her very own sex store. She had started with one store in her hometown, but the business grew and she now had stores all over the country.

“That’s amazing, Amy.”

“I know, and the best part about it all is that I am the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.”

They talked for another hour and Amy told her all about some of her wildest sexual experiences. Hearing Amy talk like this was really starting to turn Monica on.

“Listen, Monica, this bodrum sınırsız escort day is shot…Why don’t we go back to my place and I’ll cook dinner and we can watch a movie.”

“Ok!”

Monica followed Amy back to her beautiful home. It looked like a Tuscan Palace. Beautifully landscaped and decorated, and everything just seemed to have it’s place.

“Wow, this is really beautiful, Amy!”

“Thanks, that means a lot coming from an Interior designer!”

Amy cooked a delicious pasta dinner and then the girls enjoyed a slice of homemade cheesecake and chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. After dinner Amy suggested that they get into the hot tub.

“I’d love too, but I don’t have a suit.”

“You can borrow one of mine; we look to be about the same size.”

“Ok, thanks.”

Amy led Monica up to her room and into her massive walk in closet. Amy walked over and opened a drawer full of bathing suits and pulled out a red bikini.

“Pick whatever you’d like.”

Monica chose a blue bikini and turned around to walk to the bathroom to change, but was stopped dead in her tracks by the sight of Amy standing there stark naked rubbing lotion all over her body. This was really turning Monica on, she felt the moisture beginning to collect in her panties and could do nothing but stand there and stare at Amy’s beautiful body. When Amy realized that Monica was staring at her she smiled a seductive sort of smile and said…

“The hot tub tends to dry my skin out so I always put some lotion on before I get in…want some?” “Ummm…sure…ok.”

Monica removed her clothing and walked over to Amy who was already prepared to begin rubbing the lotion on Monica. She started on her shoulders, then down her body lingering over breasts, and ass cheeks. Several times she swept her hand over Monica’s freshly shaved pussy and acted like it was accident, but Monica knew better.

The girls put on their suits and went out to the back yard and got into the hot tub. They were enjoying a casual conversation, when Amy went red in the face and started to moan uncontrollably.

“Amy!?…Amy? What’s wrong Amy? Are you okay? Answer me!”

Finally Amy stopped moaning and looked up at Monica with a huge smile on her face.

“Oh, that was good.”

“What on earth happened, Amy?”

“I like to sit on the jets, and let them hit against my clit, it makes me cum so hard…you should try it”

“Really?”

“Yeah, go ahead sit on that jet behind you.”

Monica moved herself back slightly and positioned herself to where the jet would be hitting directly against her clit. It started as a pleasurable tingling, and then began to burn, her clit was on fire, she moaned, the pleasure began to build in her stomach; bodrum merkez escort she reached for Amy, and pulled her towards her and kissed her hard on the mouth as she came to an earth shattering orgasm.

There was no turning back now. Amy and Monica sat in the hot tub entangled in each others arms. Kissing passionately, their tongues dancing together, exploring every inch of each others mouth. Amy was the first to pull away, she stood up and grabbed Monica’s hand and led her back to the house and into her bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, the two resumed their kissing and Amy removed Monica’s top. Amy kissed down Monica’s neck and then further down until she reached her ample bosom. Amy took Monica’s nipple into her mouth and sucked on it until it was rock hard and then moved to the next one. She then moved on down her body leaving no area untouched. She removed Monica’s bottoms and then laid her back on the bed and spread her legs.

“If you liked that jet, wait until you feel this.”

Amy slowly kissed up Amy’s inner thigh, teasing her with her hot, wet tongue. Amy reached Monica’s bald pussy and kissed it, before seductively licking over the lips and sucking them into her mouth. Finally Amy slid her tongue into Monica’s slit sending a shiver up Monica’s spine. No one had ever given her so much pleasure in her life. Amy licked every drop of juice from the inside of Monica’s pussy leaving no spot untouched. She then took her two fingers and had Monica suck on them to get them wet she then pushed them into her pussy, while sucking on her clit. Just when Monica felt as if there were no way she could feel more intense pleasure, Amy took another finger and stuck it up Monica’s ass, sending her over the edge. Amy drank every last drop of Monica’s cum and then came to lie on the bed beside her.

Once Monica had recovered, she rolled over and straddled Amy. She removed Amy’s bathing suit and began to suck on Amy’s massive tits, then made her way on down her body and dove into Amy’s pussy bringing her to her second earth shattering orgasm of the night.

Monica lay beside Amy once again and they began to make out again which made both girls want for another orgasm. So the girls sat up and crossed there legs with one another and started to grind their pussies together, rubbing their hot wet clits together while kissing passionately, until both girls came all over each other’s pussies for the third time that night.

They lay back trying to recuperate; Monica didn’t think she could take anymore. Amy got up and went into her closet and came out wearing a black harness with a 10 inch dick attached that looked like the real thing. Amy lay on the bed and told Monica to get on her dick. Monica was so wet by this time that the dick slid right in with no problem. Monica rode the fake cock until she reached her fourth orgasm of the night and then fell on top of Amy totally spent. Amy kissed Monica and wrapped her arms around her and held her there on top of her.

“Sleep now baby, we will finish this in the morning.”

As Monica drifted off to sleep lying to top of Amy with the 10 inch monster cock still buried in her pussy, she decided that she was finally over her husband.

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