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I

The English room was always a bit cold, and Erin knew this, but never prepared for it. It is a cold March morning, but instead of a warm sweater and pants, she opts to wear a blue plaid skirt and tight black sweater. Her legs are warm, except for just above the knees, where they are not covered by knee-highs. Goosebumps appear all over them, and Erin rubs her hands over her legs in an attempt to get them warm. Rubbing her hands over her legs like that reminds her of her fiasco with Veronica last evening. It had been so wonderful—so strange, yet so real. She did not really know what to make of it, exactly. For starters, she does not like girls, and is still dating her boyfriend of two years. She never had a lesbian experience in her life. Erin always imagined herself in strong, masculine arms. Though, last night, when she felt those warm, tender arms cradling her, she knew that is what she wanted.

The best part of the evening prior was that she had landed a great role: that of her director’s slut. Though Veronica certainly thought she was solely profiting off of an innocent, eager girl, Erin really felt she benefited from the sheer experience. She was willing to do anything to please. As her English teacher lectured about themes and motifs in some ancient novel, Erin’s mind was on when her next rendezvous with Veronica would be.

At that instant, there is a knock on the door. The teacher walks over to answer the door and comes back to Erin with a green pass in her hand. She lays it on her desk. It reads:

Erin-

Please meet me after 7th period so that we can discuss a few things. I have another proposition for you.

-VR

Erin’s heart begins to race. She runs her fingers over the writing, studying the loops of the cursive and imagining Veronica’s hand moving as she wrote this. She wonders what she was feeling, thinking, dreaming, when she wrote this note out. More importantly, she wonders what this exact proposition is. She knows what it pertains to, certainly, but she does not know Veronica’s exact plan. The school day could not go by quickly enough. It is only first period—6 more periods to go.

II

After government class, Erin runs down the corridor to Veronica’s office. Though, she does not want to seem too eager. She forces herself to stop, slow down, and catch her breath. Just before she gets to Veronica’s door, she smoothes her skirt and takes a deep breath. She knocks.

“Yes?” Veronica questions.

“Hello, it’s Erin.”

“Oh! Why of course, Erin. One second, please.” Erin can hear some things being moved around inside of the office, but is too nervous to really focus on the noise. After a moment or two, the door opens and Veronica steps out into the hallway. “I suppose you got my note. Do come in.”

“Thanks.” Erin walks into the office and sits down in a chair in the far corner, crossing her right leg over her left so that her skirt slides even farther up her leg. Veronica cannot help but smile at the overly innocent outfit, but forces herself to be cold and demanding. If not for her acting abilities and incredible willpower, she would be all over Erin, kissing every inch of her body.

“Now, I suppose you want to know why I called you in.”

“Well, I can guess…”

“Silence! Do not say anything. Let me talk about this without any interruptions. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Your audition was good. Well, I told you that yesterday. You definitely have a lot of potential, and I am willing to work with you. Now, let me reiterate that this role will be very demanding. There will be a lot of mandatory rehearsals after school, and even, perhaps, during the school day. They may not be planned. You may just get a pass like you did today, in one of your classes, and you will report to me. The beauty of this is that I can get you out of any class that I want, and I can have you virtually whenever I want. Though, I need to know from you about your commitment. Are you willing to put in the time?”

“Of course.”

“Alright, then this is a permanent arrangement. I should have you sign a contract or something, but I think we did a great alternative to that last night.” She grinned. “Now that you have agreed, rehearsals must start right away.”

“Oh? How soon?”

“They will start today, right after school. Unless…”

“Unless what?”

“What class do you have next şişli escort hour?”

“Right now I have lunch, and then I have Spanish.”

“Are you doing anything important en la clase hoy?”

“No, can’t say that I am.”

“Well, do you mind missing a day of class?”

“No, can’t say that I would.”

“Alright, then consider it done. In return for my gracious excuse of your absence from that class, you are going to do me a favor in return. You will begin your rehearsals with me.”

“What would you like me to do?”

“First…” She slowly walks toward Erin and places her hands on her shoulders. “First, tell me where you got this sexy outfit and how you knew to wear it.”

“Pardon?”

“Oh, come on. You don’t know about my enthrallment with you? So young, so innocent, so sexy…and they don’t even know it. You look beautiful.”

“Thanks.” Erin blushes. “You do too.”

‘Damn’ Veronica thinks to herself. ‘Here I am trying to act cold and I am melting. Focus, focus.’ “Enough of this little chit-chat. Now, I want you to take that sexy little outfit off for me.”

“Sure.” Erin begins to unbutton her skirt.

“Scratch that. No, stop, stop. I changed my mind.”

“Hmm?”

“I want you to leave on your outfit, except for one article of clothing. I want you to take off your panties for me.”

Erin reaches under her skirt for her panties. Her fingertips brush against the outside of her mound and she is already wet. She can feel the heat radiating from inside of her. She wishes she could just slide her finger inside her underwear. But, pleasing herself is not a priority at the moment, and she must comply with her mistress’ commands. Before doing anything stupid, she pulls the panties quickly down her legs.

Veronica has to resist picking up Erin’s underwear and licking the crotch where she can see wet stains. “Wonderful. Now, I am going to introduce you to the next phase of your assignment. I want you to sit on my desk.” Veronica walks over to her desk and brushes everything to the ground. She pats the desk. “Right here. Put your sweet, tight behind right here.”

Erin hops up onto the desk and looks intently at Veronica. Her legs dangle over the side and kick back and forth. Veronica can see her knees are bruised, and are very girlish looking. How she would like to just…oh….but all in time.

“Now, I want you to lay back onto my desk and bend your knees so that your feet are flat on the top of the desk.” Erin turns and leans back so that she follows the orders. “Good girl.” She can peek up her skirt and see her mound. But something is a bit different. She lifts the skirt up more so that she can see if what she really thinks she sees is a figment of her imagination or not. Once the skirt is up at her waist, she sees that her suspicions are true. The soft, bushy mound of yesterday is now completely bald.

“You shaved?”

Erin stammers. “Well…yes…” She had forgotten that when she got home that she had shaved off all of her hair. She had been so embarrassed the night before, when she had a full bush. There had been no need to shave it or trim it too much. Josh hadn’t been down there for over a year.

“Why did you do this?”

“I just felt…embarrassed…I felt so immature. I was embarrassed that I was not prepared. Although, how could I have been, when what happened was completely spur of the moment? Once I got home, I rushed upstairs so that I could shave it off and…”

“Why did you do this?”

“Why…not…? I don’t understand. I thought you would be pleased with me.”

“Your hair is nothing to be ashamed of. I love every part of you. I love that about you, because it showed pure innocence. Not that I don’t love your cunt now. I love it any and every way that it comes. But, honey, you don’t have to do that. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Now, you just lay back and I am going to make you feel really good.”

III

Veronica leans down to kiss the moist pussy in front of her, trying not to be overly eager, but running her tongue up and down the lips and greedily forcing it over and over her slit. As she works her tongue in, she hits Erin’s clit with her nose. So much for warming the girl up and gently easing her into this. She was not sure if Erin had ever had someone go down on her, but she was not about to debate. Veronica was determined to give çapa escort it to her the best she would ever have or could ever imagine. She wants every inch of her. She wants a mouth full of foam and teeth of pie.

She parts her lips with one hand and shoves her tongue in and out, sliding fingers over her clit, over her ass, over her clit, over her ass, inside her cunt, running up and down her legs and on top of her mound.

Erin sighs in pure delight. Never had she had this experience, in the very limited sexual experiences she had. She could direct Veronica in where she so badly wanted her tongue to go next, but decides to just lay back and continue to be surprised. Sensation after sensation…even lying on her back on her bedroom floor never felt quite this good.

Veronica continues to attack this fresh cunt. She smells springtime…like the smell after it rains, but with a faint scent of peach mist. Her tiny lips begin to swell up and get darker. Veronica’s head bobs up and down, letting her long hair brush the inside of Erin’s thighs. She moans long and hard. ‘If she gets excited by this,’ Veronica thinks, ‘wait till what I do to her next.’

Just as Erin begins to move her hands down her stomach to reach Veronica’s head and pull her closer, Veronica stops. Erin lets out a high-pitched whine.

“Don’t stop, please…” Erin pleads.

“I have to.”

“But why? Please, finish, please…”

“You think that was something? That was just a warm up. Hang on just one second.”

Erin moves her hand down to her cunt and starts to rub her clit ferociously, kneading it between her thumb and finger, squeezing it, pinching it, pulling it, in circles, repeating this exercise. Meanwhile, her other hand begins to slide up her sweater, inside her bra, and finds her left nipple, so hard. She knows that she is touching herself on her teacher’s desk, but is really too turned on to be that embarrassed or self-conscious. She does not even realize that Veronica is still in the room. Erin has entered some sort of alternative reality—the place, perhaps, that Veronica was in last night. It was just her and this extreme eroticism that she needed to stay in.

Veronica is fumbling around in her bottom desk drawer when she notices that Erin’s breathing has picked up a bit. She raises her head and sees Erin, eyes closed, touching herself on her desk. The scene of this schoolgirl, going at it, without any care for her surroundings, makes Veronica want to rip off her own pants and begin to shove her fingers inside. Yet, she resists. This is about Erin—this is about making her feel complete ecstasy like she had never quite experienced. If Veronica could achieve this, she will have won Erin over. The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but the way to a girl’s heart is through her g-spot. And if you can go down on a girl well enough, she will never stop coming back. This afternoon was about getting Erin to be eating out of the palm of her hand.

Then, this ecstasy is interrupted. Veronica brings her hand down hard on top of Erin’s mound, whacking both her hand and her cunt.

“Owwwwwwww!” Erin cries. “Why did you do that?”

“Did I ever say you could touch yourself?”

“No, but I thought…”

“DID I?”

“No, you did not.”

“Then why did you do it, may I ask?”

“Because…I was just…I…”

“You’re a horny little slut, aren’t you? And my tongue was not even enough? You’re so greedy that you want more. Isn’t that right?”

“Uh…..”

“ANSWER ME!”

“Yes…that’s right…”

“Say it. Say ‘I am a horny little slut and I want more.'”

“I am a horny little slut and I want more.”

“Good. So interesting for you to say that, because you are in luck. There is more.”

Erin’s eyes get wide. “Oh?”

“Silence. Now lay back and let me work.”

She complies and lies back on the desk and closes her eyes. Veronica goes back down to her bottom desk drawer and pulls out a pink dildo. It is about seven inches long or so, and rather wide. Down the shaft is a bumpy, raised area, right about where the g-spot is. Veronica has used it many a time, and has been quite successful in her efforts. This is the perfect one.

Erin’s eyes are still closed, and she has no idea what Veronica has in store for her. She hears fumbling around and the drawer shut, and Veronica’s breathing mecidiyeköy escort become almost silent. The clock ticks, the room is like a vacuum except for the hum of the computer in the corner. Whatever it is, she wished Veronica would hurry up. All this anticipation was killing her.

Veronica looks down at her unsuspecting victim. She is so innocent, and so helpless, completely at her will…and ever so trusting. Could she ever suspect that Veronica would sink to this level? More importantly, she wondered if Erin ever had anything inside that cunt except for those fingers. As she wiggled her tongue around inside her, she certainly felt extra-tight. Erin did not look like the type of girl with a vibe hidden under her bed.

She contemplates whether she should get her a bit more stretched out with her fingers first, and would not mind sliding those fingers inside again and feeling her tightness throb around her. Yet, it might be better just to catch her off guard. Shoving this device into her, as she lay unsuspecting…would be much better for both of them.

Veronica positions herself so that she is sitting on the edge of the desk and is between Erin’s milky white legs. Her skin is so smooth, so soft, and her lips look so delicate and taut. She grabs the dildo and puts it right at Erin’s entrance. Then, without any more thinking, she pushes it in. The dildo is hard to shove initially, but with a little bit of force, Veronica works it inside of her. She pushes and pushes so that she can get it as far in so that she can hold onto it, still.

Erin gasps. Never in her life had she had more than two fingers inside of her, and even that was filling. Now, to have this toy inside of her…was ecstasy, yes, but caused her to wonder what other sorts of things that Veronica owned, and why on earth she would keep such materials in her desk drawer. Though, focusing on all these questions would go unanswered for a bit as she refocuses on the rapture of having this inside of her.

Veronica begins to work it in and out very slowly, not wanting to hurt her much. She had suspected that Erin was tight, but never in her wildest dreams was this tight. Shoving the toy inside of her was quite a feat, and her walls are less than cooperative as she tries to pull it out again. Slowly, she pulls it so that the tip is almost outside of her entrance. She pauses.

Erin’s eyes open and she looks at her teacher, grinning, focusing on that tight little cunt and how she wants to abuse it. Just at that moment, Veronica shoves with all her might and thrusts the dildo all the way inside her in just one shove. It feels like she is being ripped open on the inside. She is overly filled and getting this rod rammed into her without mercy. It reaches the back of her shallow pussy so far that Erin is sure it must be going into her cervix or something.

The toy comes out, and then hard back in again, going deeper this time. Veronica does not even know where she is anymore. Her student is not on her desk, and she is not here. It is pure passion, carnal feelings, lust, and a desire to shove something very large inside something very small and tight. She wanted her, and she wanted her to be all hers. Shove after shove, she begins to loosen that rigid cunt and train her little slut.

Erin is on the verge of crying. It is incredibly painful, yet at the same time, her juices are seeping out of her and she does not want it to stop. She knows Veronica is an animal, and wishes she would dig her claws into her and attack her. Bite her. Fuck her. Fuck her as hard as she possibly can.

Veronica keeps thrusting ruthlessly, probing her farther and farther, reaching places she never imagined that she could reach. Erin is holding herself up and back with her hands, and her hips are involuntarily bucking up and meeting the thrusts of the toy. Her palms are sweaty, and they begin to slip and slide down the desk. The thrusts begin to be less deep, but are more frequent, matching the tempo of her breathing. As she begins to scream, the toy is shoved all the way inside of her and it is like a prick. The dissonance fades, there is a resolution, and she holds the longest fermata she ever experienced in her life.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” she cries, shrieking and hollering and trying to catch her breath so that she does not hyperventilate. “Oh godddddddd was that goooood….oh god…..”

Veronica demurely pulls the toy out and licks it, as she stands right in front of Erin. “How as that?”

“That….was….so….”

“That was…rehearsal number one, my dear.” She smiled. “Now go put your panties on and run along back to class.”

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The pool was quiet this late in the evening. Summer and April knew that Dominique always planned their meetings this late on purpose. She hated the idea that just anyone would be able to watch them practice their synchronized swimming routine for the championships coming up in a few weeks. Dom liked it to be a surprise to even the locals who frequented the pool. So she made a deal with the pool management that let the three college girls come in to practice when there really wasn’t anyone else interested in being at the pool.

Now their workout was done, and they were showering and getting ready to return to their dorm.

Summer turned in the shower, letting the hot water splash down over her red hair and tanned skin. April was watching her from the shower room edge, but it only took the blonde a moment before she was standing next to Summer and cupping the girl’s bottom.

Summer opened her mouth, and April’s was there to greet her.

April’s fingers ran immediately between her thighs, and Summer parted them more, giving the blonde’s fingers room to part her and enter her. Her arms went around April’s neck, and April moaned against Summer’s mouth.

From the edge of the shower room, Dom was watching them, her mouth curled in a sneer.

Those two could never wait to be alone. They were insatiable.

The black-haired, long-legged Dominique picked up her towel and walked out to the pool’s edge. She looked around as she dropped her towel on a nearby bench.

No one was around. Even the management had probably left the pool side.

Far up above her, Dominique could see the midnight-blue sky full of stars through the glass dome that covered the indoor Olympic-sized pool. She smiled, contentedly, and began to peel off her one-piece bathing suit used for training.

Beneath the suit, she was as tanned as Summer or April were. She insisted they all have the same skin tones, and spend the same amount of time tanning naked at Dominique’s large estate. Sometimes, she was sure her father knew they did that, because he offered them free reign so often. But she was also sure she didn’t care. He supported several of the swim teams financially, so maybe watching her friends bathing nude on his large lawn was his due.

Though Dom was always sure she kept her chair turned away from the large house.

Now she unabashedly stood naked at the side of the public pool. Built into the wall were some stall-less showers, and she walked over to one of these, turning it on. When it was the right mix of hot and cold, the long legged swimmer stepped under the shower’s spray.

The water steamed, washing over her almost too large bosoms, and she lifted her breasts, one in each hand, letting the chlorinated water wash from them. Then she turned around.

Arching her back, she let her long silky black hair hang back and down her backside as she leaned back into the shower, dark eyes closed.

This felt so good, she thought.

Then, suddenly, she sensed a presence near her.

For a moment, Dominique thought she should scream. Open her eyes and scream, “Pervert!”

But then a sick sense of pride washed over her young form.

Someone was spying on her while she showered, naked.

And it was probably some dirty bursa eve gelen escort old janitor, or one of those sixteen-year-old lifeguards.

Smiling, Dominique kept her eyes closed and began to move her hands over her body. She ran her long fingers down over her chest, under her breasts. Then she moved back to her dark nipples, pinching them lightly, then harder, until they were both erect. She teased them with her fingertips, giving whoever was watching a good show.

Dom’s mind wandered to April and Summer, her two very bisexual teammates. She had not been surprised when she had first found out their attraction to each other. She encouraged it. It made them more dedicated and supportive in their swimming, and more in tune with each other. But now her mind thought about what they were doing in the shower.

Dom thought about April’s fingers going between Summer’s long thighs. And it made her shiver. Her own fingers went lower over her belly, as she wondered what it would be like to have someone like April touch her like that, right there.

Down over her dark trimmed furry mons went her fingers. Then Dom was parting her thighs.

Ahhh, she thought, wondering if whoever was watching was touching himself, maybe even whacking off from his secret corner. The thought made her tingle with self-importance.

Dom’s fingers parted her swollen puss lips, and she let them move over her now wetted crevice. Again, her thoughts went to April. She imagined having April’s mouth on her, or maybe Summer’s. What would it be like to be on her father’s lawn, the three of them baking in the sun and mouthing and touching each other…

Suddenly, a hand was touching her breast, and another her thigh. Dominique opened her eyes quickly, fingers clawed and ready to scratch out the eyes of whoever was touching her.

“How dare you -!”

Summer was standing on one side of her, and April on the other.

No whacko pervert guy had been watching her after all, she thought.

Just these two lesbos.

“We thought you could use some help,” April purred in Dom’s ear.

“But I think she’s already doing a fine job, April,” Summer said, smiling and touching the inside of Dom’s thigh.

Dominique wanted to say “I’m fine, leave me alone, you guys,” but as April’s mouth moved closer to her neck, and Summer’s fingers slid up her wet thigh, she wasn’t sure she should.

Dom let her head fall back into the shower’s spray.

She let herself give in to her fantasies. What could it hurt, just this one time?

April’s mouth began to lick and lap at Dom’s finely curved neck. Her tongue was hot against Dom’s tanned skin. Then it was going lower, and she was twisting the dark-haired girl to face her slightly.

So she could access the full, round breasts.

April moaned as she moved her mouth over Dom’s dark erect nipples. Her tongue lashed out at them, flicking them. Then her teeth were nipping at them, teasingly. And then, she was sucking.

Dom opened her eyes, looking down as April suckled one of her breasts, and pinched the nipple of the other. Then, Summer was pushing her fingers aside, and moving her own mouth over the other nipple.

Soon, both of Dom’s breasts had a girl bursa escort latched to them. And the feeling was divine.

Summer’s fingers never stopped stroking her thigh, except to move higher up between her legs. Soon, Dom could feel the other girl’s expert fingers playing in the fur of her pubic area, teasing her puss. Her clitoris was hard now, erect and stiff, and Summer’s fingertips teased it before finally parting the girl’s lips completely.

Dominique groaned, letting her head drop back. Then, the urge to command returned. She put a hand on either girl’s neck, and gently pushed.

At first, the two mouths on her breasts resisted. But then, as usual, the two other girls gave in.

Down Dominique’s body slid their mouths, their hands, as the two other girls got to their knees in front of their leader. Dom parted her thighs wide, spreading her feet, and she looked down at her little peons.

April and Summer needed no further encouragement. Both had fantasized about having Dominique to themselves at one point or another. Now they got to share her, and they would not argue if she wanted to dominate them.

Dom’s fingers moved to her swollen puss, and she parted herself. The other two girls could now see the red-pink inner labia and the stiff bud-like clitoris. And both dove in, almost bonking heads.

April’s tongue met Summer’s over Dom’s cunt, and their tongues fought for the chance to pleasure the other girl. The feel of their two tongues slathering over her puss made Dom shiver and almost sink to the floor.

April moved her fingers upward first, finding Dom’s sweet virgin hole. She teased the girl there, before quickly thrusting a finger inside. Then Summer was joining her, helping her, moving a second finger inside the dark-haired beauty.

Dom shivered again, feeling her knees becoming weak.

She’d never let a boy touch her. Her father had imprinted on her the importance of her virginity. But she had her toys in her dorm room, that she used when she needed release.

She had never imagined fantasizing about a girl until the shower tonight. But now, all she could think about was the picture of these two down on her puss. She opened her eyes to watch them, resting a hand on each of their heads.

The girls were devouring her, lapping at her and sucking her.

And soon, a small, quick orgasm was rocking through Dominique, making her whole body shake.

She gasped, but the girls continued their manipulations. Then April and Summer were tugging on her hands, pulling her to the tiled floor of the pool’s edge. Down went Dom, and down went the girls.

They were laying over her now, each with a finger inside Dom’s eager cunt. She could feel the juices from her ecstasy sucking around the digits pumping in and out of her.

April and Summer lay against Dominique, lapping again at her breasts. Then their mouths were against hers, and the kiss became a three-way circus, three tongues fighting with each other to taste and to touch.

For a moment, Dominique let them control her. Then, she pushed them off, sitting half-way up.

The two girls looked at her, pouting, the looks on their faces saying they expected chastisement now.

But Dom merely raised an eyebrow görükle escort at each in turn.

Then she pushed April onto her back and moved between the girl’s thighs. She looked at Summer and nodded, a short quick gesture. Summer knew immediately to lay on her back and scoot over next to April.

Dominique smiled inwardly.

She wanted to explore this new sensation. She wanted to know everything these two fools knew. She wanted to know the limits of pleasure with a woman, if there were any.

Down she went, quickly, parting April’s thighs and then her fat puss lips. She peered into the girl’s red crevice, and the clitoris almost throbbed before her eyes.

Dom moved over to Summer now, parting the redhead’s chubby labia and looking at the smaller clit there.

Then she moved back to April.

Dom moved her mouth down over April’s cunt, testing the tissue there with her tongue.

It tasted sweet, hot.

She licked again, and April moaned. Then Dom took the clit between her lips, sucking the hard flesh. April writhed.

Summer moaned, watching, playing with her own breasts. Dom reached over with her hand and cupped the fox-furred mound of Summer, teasing the lips apart with her fingers. She dove two fingers hard into the other girl, and began to finger-fuck her.

Summer groaned. April moaned. Then they turned their faces to each other, kissing each other deeply.

Dom didn’t watch. She didn’t care for that part. She wanted to make them cum.

Her tongue began to work inside April, finding the folds and crevices of the girl’s womanhood. Her tongue became firm and elongated, and she thrust it into April’s hole boldly.

As she did this, she moved a third finger inside Summer’s tightness. This made the redhead moan and cry out. April held the girl, but did nothing to move her legs away from Dominique’s questing mouth.

Soon, Summer was cumming around Dominique’s fingers. Surprised at the feeling of the contracting vaginal muscles, Dom lifted her head from April, who whimpered in objection. Quickly she moved over to Summer.

How would she taste? How would it feel?

Ruthlessly, with little respect, she shoved her mouth over Summer’s spasming cunt, then thrust her tongue up where her fingers had been only moments ago.

Summer’s puss contracted around Dominique’s tongue, and she writhed and rocked as Dom tongue-fucked her.

Finally, her orgasm was done, and Dom was wiping the honey of her ecstasy from her face.

She frowned slightly, and moved back to April.

Once again, she began moving fingers inside a cunt. It was a new experience, feeling the soft spongy flesh around her digits. April moaned as Dom forced a third finger inside her, sucking her clit while she thrust hard.

April began to cum, as well, and Dom moved her mouth over the sweet hole, lapping rapidly and thrusting inside like a hummingbird to draw out the sweet nectar of April’s orgasm.

The girl’s moans were loud, and she gripped Summer’s hands tightly, letting Dom work her over until at last, she was done.

Spent, panting, both girls lay helpless on the floor at the side of the pool. Dominique put her hands on her hips. Then she stood up and moved back to the warm still-flowing shower.

She looked at the two girls, then closed her eyes.

“You had better get cleaned up,” she said firmly.

“We’re going to be busy tonight, once we get back to the dorm.”

Summer and April could only guess what that meant, and they hurried, falling over themselves to get showered and dressed.

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During Semela’s week off, I keep myself entertained at the shop by playing the handheld poker machine and engaging in light conversation with customers. A half a hour before the shop was due to close, the phone rings. I quickly make my way to the back to answer it. For the first time, I wasn’t scheduled to work with another. I was completely alone in the shop. I grab the receiver and not truly understanding why, remain silent. The person on the line also stays quiet, probably expecting me to say the required greeting. After a few seconds I whispered, “I miss you.” I hear soft laughter and knew it was Semela.

“It’s only been five days dear, but I miss you too.”

“How is your week off?” I ask suddenly giddy.

“About to get a lot more stimulating.”

A customer walks into the shop and begins rudely shouting, “Do you carry…”

“No!” I respond immediately.

Again I am blessed with her laughter.

“You know the safe in the back?”

“Yes,” I reply.

We have two safes in the back of the shop, one that only managers and I know the code to and then one that only Semela knows the numbers too. Nobody else knows what is in there although we speculate. More than likely, just business reports and other important documents concerning the business that Semela wishes to keep safe. Although I have always imagined a giant vibrator in there that she uses after hours, but that might just be me.

“Once the shop closes, go into the back and open the safe. Since the first day you started working, I have had to use it often. Here’s the code…See you soon dear.”

The line disconnects and I am left standing behind the counter wondering if my speculation was indeed true. I stare at the clock and with only ten minutes left, I go ahead and close the security gate. I spin the appropriate combination and throw the safe door open. Sure enough, a pearl white vibrator was on top of a pile of brown folders.

“Ohhh god,” I moan as I pick up the thick vibrator. It was at least eight inches long and so thick I was already doubting I could take it in. With her final words reverberating through my mind, I slide my black pants off and tear the damp thong from my body. I push the papers and notebooks aside and sit on top of the brown desk top. “Since the first day you started working, I have had to use it often.”

I turned the vibe onto medium and slowly inserted it into my pussy, my walls stretching to accommodate the thick monster. My mouth opens wide, yet no sound escapes. Once my pussy was wet enough, I began working the vibe. Within no time, I was fucking my pussy hard. görükle escort bayan

“Fuck me baby, oh please let me cum?”

I envisioned Semela squatting between my legs bringing me to the edge and stopping for seconds at a time, my juices pooling out between my swollen lips. I looked directly between my legs and nearly screamed, “Please?” After sucking the vibe clean of my juices, I started walking to the bathroom to wash it, but upon reconsideration, I put the warm vibe back into the safe and locked it. While placing the papers back neatly on the table, I glimpsed next week’s schedule. I quickly grabbed it and my breathing stopped when I realized Semela and I were alone on Tuesday night. My mind wandered as it tends to do. “Mistress?” I asked into the silent room.

Late Monday night, I received another call from Semela. This time the number was her cell phone number.

“How did you get along in the back by yourself the other night dear?”

My mind instantly returns to that evening. How it felt to have that huge monster inside of me.

“It was wonderful, thank you.”

I wanted you to know exactly how you make me feel.”

“You felt amazing inside of me.

“You don’t know the half of it dear, but I guarantee you soon will.”

I was surprised to hear her hang up. She knew what she was doing to me. Keeping in contact, yet only briefly at a time. Just enough to get me stirred up. I couldn’t help but wonder what she held in store for me.

I walked confidently into the shop the following evening, my hair bouncing in a high ponytail. I had carefully chosen my outfit. My tan pants that fit snuggly and accentuate my ass. My simple black shirt went perfectly with my pants, but this time I only buttoned two buttons. I figured if there was any night I could get away with showing off my gorgeous breasts, this was it! I stopped cold as Semela stepped out from the backroom. Another black business suit, but this time the jacket also consisted of pink stripes. The stripes helped draw attention to her breasts as well as making her appear slimmer. My eyes moved slowly over every inch, every delicious curve of her body. Without taking my eyes away from Semela to see if any customers were nearby I say, “You’re beautiful.”

The pen that Semela had been holding fell to the floor beside her and I immediately bent down to pick it up. Her hand firmly smacked my ass as she said, “Get to work.” I licked my lips and softly moaned at the unexpected contact. The first hour of the shift was nearly like all others. I had to greet the customers and bursa otele gelen escort sell, but unlike other shifts, Semela wasn’t her usual fun, easygoing self. She remained close by, almost always behind me only a few feet, constantly watching me. After relaying the benefits of our newest product, I went to the register to ring up my sale. As the woman was busy writing her check, Semela came up beside me with more sacks to place under the counter. As she bent over, I couldn’t help but look at her. My gaze was interrupted by the woman clearing her throat and I quickly snapped back to reality and grabbed her check blushing, to process it. As Semela bent over to restock our smaller bags, I kept my eyes on the woman trying to keep myself from another embarrassing encounter. Suddenly, I felt Semela’s elbow push against my pussy. I groaned loudly. Semela had raised her arm while replacing the bags, her elbow therefore in perfect position. The customer raised her eyes astonished, not aware of the intrusive elbow at my pussy. I practically threw her receipt at her and she hastily left the shop.

“What was that?” Semela demanded.

“I, I…”

“Go to the back now.”

Her tone, full of authority turned me on so much. I immediately followed her order and she was right behind me. Before the door had even shut behind us, her hands were all over me.

“How dare you startle one of our customers, that is bad for business do you understand me?”

“Ohhhh yes,” I moan.

“And your attire, do you really think this is appropriate for work young lady?”

“No Mistress,” her hands trailing under my shirt, cupping my breasts, fingers gently flicking my hard nubs.

“Do you always leave home without a bra or do you only do it for me?”

“Always for you Mistress. I want to look sexy for you.”

Her full lips inching closer to my own. Her perfume intoxicating me, preparing me to submit to her every desire.

“Get back to work,” she breathes heavily into my ear, the gentle breeze causing shivers.

“Right away Mistress.”

It takes everything I have to pull myself away from Semela, from my Mistress. I walk back out into the shop in a daze. Semela remains in the backroom much to my dismay. Our shop filtered out and soon I was alone. I was deep in my own fantasy that I wasn’t aware of the back door opening. A hard slap on my ass gets my attention. I quickly turn to Semela who is grinning a wide grin. She is fully aware that she has me right where she wants me. Unfortunately, a man walks into the shop just then. Semela bursa escort bayan smiles brightly at him and asks if she can be of service. He informs her he just wishes to browse. She returns her attention on me.

“Oh dear, you have something on the corner of your mouth.”

Her fingers run along the corner of my mouth and then quickly across my lips. With that, she turns and walks away swaying her hips confidently. I lick my lips savoring her touch and surprisingly, her taste. I smile when I realize she had been fingering her delicious pussy in the back this whole time. Just before closing, Semela disappears into the back. I rush the last few customers and close the security gate a minute early. Semela returns and closes up. I stand and watch her every move.

“Count the money young lady.”

Her fingers run across my cheek as I try to concentrate on the money.

“Despite your inappropriate clothing and embarrassing a customer, you did quite well.”

“Thank you Mistress. I am glad I pleased you.”

“Now it is time to please your Mistress even more.”

She pulls me to her and kisses me roughly. My body melts at her contact. She grabs my hand and forces it into her pants. I stiffen at the contact. Mistress was wearing a strap on!

“I told you, you would soon know how wonderful I felt inside of you.”

My eyes grow wide with excitement.

“Really?” I say not knowing at that moment what else to say.

“No I’m kidding,” she teases.

She slowly removes my pants and matching thong. Her finger runs over my pussy.

She sits me up on the countertop and steps in between my legs. She takes my hand once again and directs it to the button on her pants. I quickly unbutton her pants and with a deep breath, pull them down her lovely legs. I stare at the strap on, my pussy abuzz with excitement.

“I love it,” I exclaim.

Semela steps even closer in, the tip pushing against my pussy. She slowly slides it into me.

“I knew the other evening would help prepare you for this,” Semela reveals.

Realization hits me. So that was what the other evening was all about, in preparation for this. Once it is all the way inside, she slowly pulls it out and then back in causing me to moan. She slowly builds up speed and my arms wrap around her and pull her even closer. Her left hand pulls my hair tie from my ponytail, setting my long hair free. As Semela picks up rhythm, my hands move down her back and grip her ass. My body began moving in time with her strokes. Her eyes were shut tightly, the base of the strap on rubbing her erect clit.

“You are amazing,” I moaned.

Semela’s hands gripped the countertop and she moaned as her orgasm engulfed her. I held onto her tightly and I was shaking only seconds behind her. She began stepping back, but I quickly grabbed her.

“Stay inside.”

Her fingers run down my cheek, “I’m not going anywhere dear,” she whispers.

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As she began her long way home her heart was heavy with sorrow yet her step was light from her new found love. But she had not discovered the fruit of that tree which grew in the middle of the desert, the only fruit still missing in the Empress’ garden. Instead, she had turned the tree back into a woman, losing it forever. But, she had found love, bliss and happiness, if only for a short while there, under those monumental boulders on the rocky ground in between the princess’ legs.

The way back home was easier and shorter than she had remembered. Was it because she had finally grown used to the shifting sands beneath her feet? Was it that she had found her bearing again? Or was it that she had become invigorated by the lustful encounter and the shared passion between her and the strange princess? She did not know, but she didn’t dwell on these thoughts for too long. For soon she saw the familiar spires and minarets of the city whose streets sparkled like gold in the afternoon sun, whose parks and palaces were renowned for miles and miles, and whose people were so beautiful and proud, carrying on with their lives as if nothing had changed.

Because nothing had changed, not to them, not to the city of Gurganj, nor to the Empire of Xvarazm. But only Nilgoon appeared to be changed and had returned a different woman than she had been when she left. Even though the houses that she passed and the faces that she saw all seemed familiar, some part of her was different now. It was as though she remembered another city from another time, seen through another’s eyes, and she walked among them as if in a dream.

She did, however, have a task to fulfil, and her duty demanded that she should see the Empress to whom she owed her life and whose trust she did not deserve. Nilgoon was sad when she approached the palace; not so much for her own life, for even if she were to die she knew that some small part of her would survive somewhere else, reclaiming a throne that had long been abandoned, returning home in glory and power. No, she felt sad for her Empress, whose garden would always miss that one fruit that was nowhere to be found, other than deep in the desert, on a place where no plant should grow, and in which no plant grew any longer.

As she passed through the palace gate, she wondered what that fruit would have been like. Glowing golden, like the shiny fruits she had seen in the palace garden? Radiant and pulsing, like the drop-like things hanging from the trees there? Or small and sparkling, like the stars in the sky, emanating a sweet smell? In her mind, it took all different shapes and forms. Sometimes its bloom changed into a myriad of colours and patterns, its taste soon sour, then sweet, then both at the same time. If only she escort bursa could bring it to life through her mind, she thought. Maybe if she meditated long enough on it? Maybe if she prayed hard enough, for God surely had been merciful and great and had bestowed upon her plenty of wonders already.

No, she thought, it wasn’t right. In her heart she felt, truer than any truth she had ever known, that none of that would work. Cheap trickery and dark magicks would not aid her in her quest. She had failed, and as a failure she should return, be it as it may.

The Empress awaited her already in the garden where they first met. She was not wearing the glowing garment any more whose gems sparkled like starlight, but a simple, white dress, which nonetheless radiated as if lit by an inner light, making her skin seem even whiter than it was, her hair even more black and shiny, and her eyes more piercing and fiery than Nilgoon remembered them.

Suddenly, the thief felt very dirty, very dusty, very rugged and weary from travel. Her skin had gotten a deep brown tan and her hair was bleached a light brown from wandering so long in the sun. Her lips were dry and her fingers were rough. She felt like she didn’t even deserve to be in the presence of the Empress, let alone be trusted with her quest.

“You have returned,” Turkan said and smiled at her mildly, while her eyes pierced Nilgoons soul to the core.

“I have indeed returned, my Empress,” Nilgoon replied humbly and fell on her knees in front of her.

“Tell me then,” the Empress requested. “How did you fare? What have you found?”

And Nilgoon told her. She told her about the fruit of all life, about Irsiyah of the magi, and how her spell kept her alive, about the desert, and the strange and wondrous and terrible things it contained, and of the rocky place, and the boulders, and the tree in their midst. She told her of the woman that was the tree and of her home, that faraway city, in that faraway time, from which she was cast out and to which she would one day return. She finished by telling her of how she dreamt and woke up alone and then came back to the city of Gurganj to report to her Empress all of these things.

Nilgoon wept, for she knew she had failed in her task, and that her quest was unsuccessful; she wept not for herself, but for her Empress, who would still miss that the one fruit that wasn’t in her garden and would miss it forever. She fell on her hands and knees, throwing herself down into the dust, for she deserved not to be anywhere else. And then, she felt a gentle touch against her cheek, a slight caress and as she looked up, Turkan smiled at her with the brightest, most loving smile she had ever known. Her teeth bursa merkez escort were white and shiny like alabaster, and her eyes sparkled with a warm glow.

She took Nilgoon in her arms and rocked her gently. The young thief trembled with shame, for surely her dirty, dusty face would soil the beautiful white dress the Empress was wearing? But then Turkan kissed her, and it was a soft, loving, tender kiss. As the Empress’ lips pressed against her own, Nilgoon forgot all her worries and for just a moment, felt bliss and happiness again, like she had felt in that rocky place between the sands.

“My dearest, sweetest friend,” Turkan said finally, “Verily, you have not failed me. For you have returned with the one precious, sweet and tender fruit that has been missing from my garden all this time. And I shall keep it here forever and cherish it more than anything else in my palace.” As they kissed again, Nilgoon felt the Empress’ hands on her shoulders stripping off her travelling garment. Those soft, fragrant hands continued to peel off her dusty clothing until her tan, brown skin was all that she wore, and then, she felt the soft, warm, smooth skin of her Empress against her own. Turkan had also thrown off her dress, letting her full, heavy breasts rub against Nilgoons, making her nipples stand on end.

They sank down into the soft, lush grass between all the wondrous flowers and fruits that grew in Turkan’s garden. They were lulled into ecstasy from the song of the fiery birds and strange beasts that prowled the trees, and the Empress kissed every little part of her tired body. She licked the salty beads of sweat from her skin, and sucked gently on the hard, sensitive nipples of the young thief. With the grace of royalty she slowly wandering down Nilgoon’s body, piece by piece, until her lips wrapped themselves around her slit and sucked at it, hungrily, passionately, eagerly, wanting to finally taste the sweet, sweet nectar of the one fruit that had been missing from her garden all along.

And oh, how sweet that nectar was, for Nilgoon was watering more than a spring in an oasis. Her juices flowed out of her and into the mouth of her lover, dripping from her lips onto the dry ground below her, watering the soil. The Empress kept lapping, slurping and sucking at that sweet, sweet well, drilling her fingers inside for more, ever more of the copious juices of her lover.

At first, the young woman was reluctant, not daring to touch a body as radiant and precious as that of her Empress, but as Turkan’s caresses continued, causing her to stir and gasp and moan ever more, she felt her hesitation go, her tenseness ease up and her mind melt into one with her lover’s. Soon, Nilgoon bursa escort buried her face between the soft, shapely legs of the Empress, tasting what no man nor woman had ever tasted before – the heavenly, womanly, strong taste of her cunt.

Her wetness filled her mouth, and Nilgoon sucked it out of her as hard and as strong as she could, drinking and swallowing every drop she could get. They soon rolled around naked and entwined beneath the magical plants, laughing and caressing, kissing and moaning, gasping and licking, as they became ever more eager and daring, lustful and intense. Nilgoons fingers pushed up into the wet, sopping twat of her Empress, thrusting in and out of her with passion and force while her tongue found her way between Turkan’s round, large buttocks. She licked the spicy, hot hole until it was just as wet and wanton as the other one.

And then her fingers, wet and slick from the Empress’ cunt juice, pushed up into her tight ass and fucked her fast, deep and hard, while her pussy squirted into her mouth. And Turkan’s mind blurred while her senses faded and her body trembled as a feeling unknown to her before, but oh so sweet and powerful, came over her and swept her away, leaving her awash with love, lust and passion.

The Empress gently bit the tender, little lust button of the young lover who had stolen her heart and now dared to fuck her so, as if she was no more than a harlot from outside the gate, selling her cunt for a few silver coins, and loved it. She loved it, and yet she wanted to punish her, make her feel what she felt, give her what she got, and have her at her mercy. Turkan forced her fingers hard into the young woman’s snatch, pressing them all inside, fucking her with the whole force of her hand, while poking her tight, tender asshole with her other fingers, splitting her wide open.

Soon, Nilgoon was being fucked in both holes at once, a feeling she had never, ever encountered before. She felt full, stretched, raw and sore, but raunchy and wanton at the same time, longing for more, harder, deeper, just more! Her pussy exploded in feelings of ecstasy and her limbs shook uncontrollably. Her whole body was no longer under her control and she felt completely at her lover’s mercy.

The two lovers finally lay in each other’s arms, in the soft, green grass underneath the lush flowers and trees and just smiled in bliss and harmony. “You brought me the greatest gift of all,” Turkan whispered softly, as her fingers ran through Nilgoons hair. “And you have made my life finally complete.”

The young woman nodded, basking in the warm glow of love and wonder. “And I shall never have to venture again,” she replied. “For what I have been looking for has been here all along.” And they kissed and held each other for a long time, and made love again, in that magical garden of the Empress’ palace, which was the most wonderful of all the palaces in the city of Gurganj, who was the jewel by the sea of many lakes, at the edges of the Deserts of Red and Black Sands, in the kingdom of Xvarazm.

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Dear Diary,

10/08/00

Today, I had one hell of an experience. Not like one I ever had. Literally, it was unbelievable. I never knew I would have such an experience to share.

I met my friend from work at the gym. His name is Lindsay. We work together at a restaurant. He is about 6 feet tall, roughly, oh I don’t know about 175/180 lbs, thick brown hair and eyes and a fairly decent build.

Well to get on with the story. Lindsay was in the weight room. I went in to say hi, and his girlfriend Jesse and a friend Laurie were there.

The room was filled with mirrors. I watched as Lindsay pumped the weights up. I said hi and he stopped, placing the weights on the bar.

Jesse and Laurie came over and we started talking. The conversation got twisted into their last little adventure. I couldn’t believe the story I was hearing, but to be honest it turned me on. I was becoming wet just listening. Good thing it was just us four in the room.

Well then, Laurie asks me if I would ever like to join. My eyes bugging out. I wasn’t sure what to say. They said come on its fun.

Then Jesse says “No one is here, lets do it now.” A sense of arousal was in me. A bit scared of this, but in the same breath I always dreamed of it too.

Us girls are all in an exercise outfit. And Lindsay is in sweats and a t-shirt.

Laurie comes over to me, and slowly runs her fingers in my hair. Letting them come over my cheek and by bursa sınırsız escort my mouth. I open it and I suck her fingers. One by one. As Lindsay and Jessie watch. With her other hand, rubbing my breast. Making my nipples hard with her touch. I have never been with another woman but I had a feeling it was going to be great. She takes the hand from my mouth and moves it to my ass. Rubbing it.

Going over the lines of the thong I had on. She whispers in my ear “I have one on too.” Then she takes the straps of my outfit, and pulls them off my shoulder. Pulling it down and I step out of the shorts. Sneakers, thongs, and short t-shirt still on.

Jesse and Lindsay are still watching. Laurie takes my hand and leads me over to the weight bench. Telling me to lay down. Jesse comes over and kneeling beside the bench, she lifts my shirt up, revealing my breasts. She pinches my nipple, then lowers her head and takes it in her mouth. I breath harder. Eyes rolling. Not sure if this is what I want.

I guess Lindsay senses this, but wants me to stay. He picks up his gym bag and gets out two scarves. Comes over and taking my hand puts it up against the top bar and ties it there. It’s like I am frozen.

Jessie continues rolling her tongue over my nipple as Lindsay ties my other hand to the other bar. I can see Lindsay’s hard on growing in his pants.

Laurie puts her hand on my thongs. Slowly, pulling bursa escort bayan them off. They are wet. Placing her hand on my knees, moving them up and spreading my legs apart. She straddles the bench. Spreading my pussy lips with her fingers, lowering her head, she starts licking me. Ohhhhhhhhh. I breath harder again. Jesse stops sucking on my tits.

Standing she undresses. I watch her. Leaving only her socks and runners on, she walks over to me. And puts her leg across my chest. Moving closer, she takes a hold of the weights. Lowering her pussy onto my mouth. Like an instant reaction, I lick her pussy.

Without my hands its harder, but Jesse pushes down. I lick harder. Letting my tongue find every part of her pussy. Like she is fucking a man, she thrusts herself down on my tongue. And Laurie….Ohhh Laurie. She is still tonguing me. We all reach our first orgasm quickly. Both Laurie and I getting to taste another woman’s juices.

Lindsay still watching, but is completely nude now. Goes to the bag again. This time bringing back a vibrator. He goes behind Laurie, rubs her ass, and turning the vibrator on, enters it in her pussy. Pushing it in slowly. Then reaching around her takes it into he other hand. With his free hand, he inserts his fingers into her pussy, taking the juices back to his rock hard cock. Lubing it up. Taking hold of his cock now, he guides it into her ass. She moans but continues nilüfer escort licking me.

All this fucking and sucking excites me. I will not lie, for it does.

Jesse screams out “Fuck her good Lindsay, fuck her hard.” The vibrator going in and out of Laurie’s pussy plus Lindsay’s cock going in and out of her ass makes her hit orgasm

.

Jesse steps off of me. Walking down to Laurie and Lindsay. She reaches under and takes the vibrator from Lindsay’s hand. Pulling it out of her wet pussy. Turning it off. She looks at Lindsay, then puts the vibrator up to her mouth. Opening it and sucking all the juice off of it. Her eyes rolling. She pushes it in her mouth like she is sucking on the real thing.

I didn’t know how much more I could take. Laurie won’t stop. Her tongue entering my hole. Ohhhhhhhh. It feels good. Lindsay thrusts harder and faster. Ramming his cock into Laurie’s ass. His balls, I could hear them, slapping her ass as they met. He starts moaning.

As if she knew the plan, Laurie stops licking me. Lindsay pulls out of her ass, and Laura & Jesse kneel down. Lindsay holds his cock and starts pumping. The girls open their mouth wanting a taste of him. He cums, it spits on them. They lick their lips, swallow what they can. Meanwhile just watching, I moan out, mmmmmmmmmmm, toes curling, hands still tied up. Lindsay finishes cumming.

The girls share a kiss, licking what is on the others face. Lindsay comes over to me. Undoes the scarves, I get up. We smile and get dressed.

Lindsay says we will get together another time, and i will get a piece of his cock in me.

I sure hope we do. Cause now that I got a taste, I want the whole cake. I hope it isn’t long til our next adventure. Will tell you all about it next time diary.

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Chapter 3: The Week of Waiting and Preparing

The ride home for Daniel and Carrie was uneventful and Carrie slept most of the way. Once inside, she hugged and kissed Daniel and told him how much she loved him. They undressed on the way to their bedroom and fell into bed.

It was after eleven when Daniel woke up. He wasn’t really sure what time they got home, but he remembered it was still dark. He had to pee so he got out of bed quietly and tip toed into the bathroom. When he came back to bed he saw that Carrie was awake and was smiling at him.

She pushed the covers back and patted the sheet next to her. Daniel snuggled against her and played with her big tits. She watched him toy with her hard nipples as she played with his penis. Daniel started to get hard and in a few seconds had a throbbing erection. He looked up at his wife and playfully said, “What, you didn’t get enough cock last night?”

Carrie smiled back and said, “I never get enough of your cock, sweetie.”

Daniel knew he was one of the luckiest guys in the world and he slid closer to his beautiful wife. He played with her tits for a minute and then let his hand drift down to her bare slit. Carrie was soaking wet and he slid two fingers up and down her parted lips. Carrie really wanted Daniel to fuck her even though her pussy was a little sore from the unbelievable fucking that John gave her after the Sexpo. Carrie pushed the covers off and in a mock growl told Daniel, “Fuck me stud.”

Daniel crawled between Carrie’s thighs and lifted them so her pussy was fully exposed. He put the pink head of his dick against her open lips and pushed his cock all the way in on the first stroke. He fucked her hard and fast and deep as he could. Carrie moaned loudly as she bucked her pussy against every thrust. Daniel’s balls made loud noises as they slapped against her ass. He knew he wasn’t going to last long and told her he was about to blow. She wrapped her legs around his butt and pulled him tight against her. Carrie wanted his cum inside her. She loved feeling cum hit the inside of her pussy. It always made her feel nasty and sexy.

Daniel groaned and pushed in as deep as he could as his legs tightened and he started to cum. Daniel finally stopped fucking her and she released her legs from around him. Daniel leaned forward to lay on top his wife. Soon their breathing returned to normal and they just laid there kissing each other. Daniel rolled off his wife and toyed with her swollen pussy lips. He loved the slick gooey feeling a pussy got when it was filled with cum. He made little circles around her clit and Carrie’s breathing started to get more rapid. Soon she crossed her legs around his hand and bucked hard against him.

When Carrie had calmed down, Daniel took his fingers from her pussy and brought them to his nose. It smelled like hot sweaty sex. Then he licked his fingers clean. Carrie loved that Daniel would eat her out after fucking her. She thought it was hot that he just licked their juices off his fingers.

Carrie was absently thinking about last night. She couldn’t even begin to count the number of orgasms she’d had in the last eight hours. She turned slightly toward Daniel and said, “Thanks for that hot fuck, and thanks for that bonus orgasm. I think my pussy is just about worn out.”

Daniel laughed at his wife and kissed her on the nose. “I don’t think your hot pussy could ever be worn out. You like fucking too much. But for now, why don’t you get a shower and I’ll start cooking something for brunch?”

Carrie nodded and rolled to the side of the bed and headed for the shower. Daniel slid out of bed and pulled on a sleeveless tee shirt, an old cutoff pair of sweat pants and headed for the kitchen. As he got stuff out his mind wandered back to the Sexpo. The night had truly been way out of the ordinary. In fact, his dream did come true. Then he remembered Mitch giving him a business card and telling him to call. He really looked forward to seeing them again but he wondered what they wanted to talk to them about. He hoped neither he nor Carrie had done anything inappropriate last night.

His thinking was interrupted when Carrie entered the room. She looked beautiful. Her hair was still damp, but she put on makeup and her eyes literally sparkled. She was wearing tight pink boy shorts that clung to the outline of her pussy and a matching midriff tee shirt that didn’t cover the bottom of her melon sized tits. Daniel whistled as she walked across the room to coffee maker.

Daniel was standing in front of the stove fixing scrambled eggs and sausage. Carrie padded across the room and stopped next to him. She gave him a kiss and stroked his cock with her free hand. Daniel’s cock was hard again and poked against the front of his sweats. She looked down and said,”That looks really good.”

Daniel replied, “It isn’t gourmet, but I think it’ll hit the spot all right.”

Carrie giggled and said, “I wasn’t talking about the eggs silly. bursa escort I was talking about your dick. How about I suck you off before we eat?

Daniel looked at Carrie and said, “How about a rain check? Breakfast is ready to be served.”

Carried nodded at him and smiled. Daniel smiled back. He loved the idea that he had a blowjob coming. He filled a plate for each of them and headed to the table. They were famished and ate without saying much. When they were done eating, Daniel picked up the dishes and took them to the sink. As he rinsed the dishes, Carrie stood behind him and untied his sweats. They fell to his ankles and she reached between his legs and grabbed his dick. In a few strokes, Carrie had worked it into quite an erection. She teased him for several minutes and then turned him sideways. His cock was right at eye level. She leaned forward and let the head of his cock slid between her moist lips. She sucked softly tickling the head with her tongue as she played with his balls with both hands.

Carrie’s warm mouth felt wonderful around him. He loved her blow jobs, but he wasn’t sure he could cum again in such a short period of time. Carrie alternated circling the head of his dick with her tongue and deep throating him. She loved to tickle the underside of his cock. She let go of his balls with her right hand and slipped her index finger into her mouth with his cock. Once she had it coated with saliva she spread his ass cheeks and placed her wet finger against the puckered opening. Daniel r leaned forward against the counter and relaxed. Carrie pushed against the muscle ring about half of her finger disappeared inside him. Carrie didn’t know who loved anal play more, her or Daniel. She loved the smooth feeling his insides had and she loved how tight it felt around her finger.

As soon as Carrie put her finger in Daniel’s ass his cock started to twitch. She knew how much he loved having something in his ass during sex and she knew when his cock twitched he was on the way to cumming. Carrie sucked and licked the underside of Daniel’s cockhead. That was the most sensitive part of Daniel’s equipment. Carrie knew the finger in his ass combined with where she was licking would start Daniel shooting any minute.

Daniel groaned and grabbed her head as he started cumming. It wasn’t a big load but Carrie drank it down without spilling a drop. She kept his cock in her mouth as Daniel softened. She felt like such a slut kneeling on the floor with his flaccid cock hanging in her mouth. She slowly slipped her finger out of his ass and tickled his pee hole with the tip of her tongue. She gave his cock one last lick and stood up. They kissed long and slow sliding their tongues in and out of each other’s mouths. Daniel looked at his wife and whispered, “That was unbelievable. I wasn’t sure I could cum again so soon, but your sweet lips and talented finger took care of everything.”

He and Carrie hugged for a bit longer and she told Daniel that she would like to lay by the pool for a while. Daniel told her he would finish in the kitchen and join her in a minute. He quickly finished the clean up and went to change his clothes. He decided on his white sheer thong. Carrie liked the way it looked on him and he liked it because it was a tan through suit.

As he walked out to the pool he could see that Carrie wore her tiny red mesh micro bikini. Lying on her back, her big tits sagged slightly to the sides of her slim body. The tiny triangle tops barely covered her nipples and most of her tanned titties were on display. The thin strip of material that ran between her legs did nothing to conceal her pussy lips. Carrie used a giant clip and her brunette hair was piled up on top of her head. Daniel liked her hair up. He thought it made her look extra sexy. As Daniel stared down at his gorgeous sexy wife, his penis started to harden once again.

The temperature was perfect and the sun moved in and out of the clouds. They had put on tanning oil and they both glistened in the sun. They lay by the pool all afternoon listening to music and chatting about nothing in particular. The sun was starting to go down and Carrie really wanted to talk about last night but didn’t know how to start. Finally, she said, “Daniel, thank you for everything you did today. Thank you for fucking me. Brunch was great. I loved sucking your cock. And lying here all afternoon was perfect.”

Daniel wasn’t sure where she was going so he just smiled at her and told her thanks. Carrie pushed forward, “Can we talk about last night for a minute? I want to make sure everything is okay with last night. I had a great time with our new friends and I think you did too, didn’t you?”

Daniel’s cock pressed hard against the sheer material. He was glad she brought the subject up. He sat up on the side of his lounge and looked at Carrie. “I had a really great time sweetie. It was way more than I had hoped for and meeting sexy new friends like that altıparmak escort was over the top. I loved watching you and I can’t wait to be with Gwen and Mitch next weekend.”

Carrie smiled at her husband. Now she was sure that he was completely okay with the situation. All was good. She wanted to check one more thing though. She said, “Did you notice that both John and Mitch were completely shaved?”

Daniel smiled at her and nodded. Carrie smiled back at Daniel and said, “I really thought it looked hot and I think your tanned body would look great hairless.”

Daniel smiled broadly and said, “How about you take care of that right now.”

In no time they were in the bathroom taking a shower to get the oil off. Daniel spread a large quilt over their bed and laid down. Carrie sat on the bed next to Daniel and smiled as she turned on the electric clippers and gave his pubs a quick trim. Next she lathered Daniel up and began to shave his cock and balls to remove what the trimmers didn’t. Being in the sun all afternoon and their discussions made Daniel horny and it didn’t take much of Carrie holding his cock for him to get another erection. Carrie loved the feel of the spongy hardness in her hand. In no time Daniel was shaved smooth and bare. She wiped off the rest of the shaving cream and took all the shaving stuff back in the bathroom.

Daniel took the blanket off the bed and felt the cool breeze blow over his bare balls. It felt great. Now he knew why Carrie liked it so much. He lay back down on the bed and his wife joined him. She loved the look and played with her new toy for a little bit. The TV was playing in the background and then next thing they knew it was morning.

Daniel woke with a start and looked at the clock. It was thirty minutes past the time they normally woke up. Daniel shook Carrie awake and the two hurried through their normal routine in order to leave on time. Mid morning Daniel remembered Mitch’s card in his pocket. He dialed the number and waited for it to ring through. On the second ring an energetic voice answered, “Mr. Gorman’s office.”

Daniel told her who he was and asked to speak to Mitch. The voice told Daniel that his call was expected and she would let Mr. Gorman know he was on the line. Daniel took that as a very good sign and his concern was probably unwarranted.

The line clicked and Daniel heard Mitch’s voice, “It’s great to hear from you Daniel.”

The two of them shared the normal pleasantries about things and then Mitch told Daniel that he and Gwen would love to have them for dinner on Saturday night. Mitch told him how much they enjoyed getting to know him and Carrie and looked forward to learning more about the two of them. He and Gwen also wanted to chat with them about an opportunity for him and Carrie. Daniel quickly accepted and they set the time for eight-ish on Saturday. Mitch apologized for being so mysterious about the things, but explained it was better done in person. Daniel said he understood and asked if there was anything that they could bring. Mitch told him they didn’t need to bring anything except their birthday suits. They both chuckled.

Before hanging up, Mitch asked Daniel for Carrie’s phone number. He explained that Gwen wanted to chat with Carrie before Saturday. Daniel gave Mitch his wife’s cell number and they said goodbye and hung up.

The rest of the week seemed to pass in a blur. Daniel and Carrie fucked at least twice a day, sometimes more. Carrie could not get enough of Daniel’s cock. If they weren’t fucking, she was giving him a blow job. With all the fucking, Daniel’s stamina had increased and it seemed like he could fuck for hours without cumming. Their sex life was in high gear and after twenty years of marriage, they were re-learning each other’s sexuality.

Finally it was Friday and the weekend was upon them. Carrie and Gwen had talked on the phone several times during the week. Carrie loved how uninhibited Gwen was. Gwen could be elegantly classy or a total slut. Every time they chatted they ended up giggling and talking about cocks and pussies. Gwen was awakening Carrie’s inner slut.

It was late in the afternoon and it dawned on Carrie that she had not told Daniel about the appointment she had at Gwen’s salon. She called his cell and got the answering device. She left him a message in her sexist voice telling him she had an appointment and she wouldn’t be home until around six thirty or seven. She ended the message by telling him to have his dick prepared and waiting for her when she got home. She giggled naughtily and hung up.

Carrie left the house a little early to beat the normal rush hour traffic and arrived at the Spa & Salon a little before her appointment. As she walked through the front door she was very impressed. The place was very high class. Gwen had talked Carrie into getting a Brazilian wax job and had made the appointment for her.

During one of their görükle escort phone conversations Gwen had mentioned how hot Carrie’s bare pussy looked. The comment made Carrie blush, and it made her pussy tingle. It seemed like Gwen made her pussy tingle a lot. Gwen asked her if she shaved or waxed. When Carrie told her she shaved everyday, Gwen told her she was just going to have to switch to waxing. According to Gwen there was just no way you could get as smooth by shaving. Waxing was the only way to go. So, here she was for her appointment.

Carrie walked up to the desk and told the gorgeous receptionist who she was and that she had an appointment. The twenty something blonde was wearing a very low cut blouse that showed off her deep cleavage. The receptionist caught Carrie staring at her tits and she licked her lips; smiled back at Carrie and then looked into her book. She looked up at Carrie, batted her eyes and smiled, “Ah, I see that Ms. Gorman has booked you with Estelle…has Estelle ever done you before?”

Carrie wondered about the double entendre, but smiled back and said, “No, but I’m looking forward to it.”

The receptionist looked Carrie up and down like she was mentally undressing her. She smiled again and suggested that she have a seat. Estelle would be out shortly. Carrie wondered why the receptionist had looked at her that way and finally decided she was being silly. It was just one attractive woman appreciating another. Carrie sat down and was wondering what Gwen might have planned for their evening tomorrow when she heard her name being called.

She turned in the direction of the voice and saw a stunning strawberry blonde in a white salon type lab coat. Her skin was pale and her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Her thin horn rimmed glasses were a little on the severe side, but the look was sexy and tantalizing at the same time. The beautiful woman in front of her was about the same height as Carrie and she offered her hand to her as she introduced herself. Estelle held Carrie’s hand in hers and the touch was electric. A tingle started up Carrie’s spine and it ended at her pussy. Carrie just stood there mesmerized. Estelle pointed the way into the salon and ushered Carrie through the door.

The rest of the spa was more upscale than the reception area – .lots of art work and plants all over the place. Estelle stopped at an ornate door and opened it for Carrie. She stepped into a small, but lavishly appointed suite. The lights were dimmed and soothing music played in the background. There was a small white leather couch on one wall and beautiful French style desk next to it. In the corner, a padded chair that looked sort of like a gynecologist’s except it didn’t have stirrups. Estelle asked Carrie how long she had known Ms. Gorman. Carrie explained that they had only met them last weekend at the Sexpo and had partied with her and Mitch.

That told Estelle pretty much all she needed to know. Estelle smiled at Carrie and told her it was time to take off her clothes so they could get started. Estelle took Carrie by the hand and led her to the chair. Carrie unbuttoned her jacket and handed it to Estelle. Next she unbuttoned her skirt and stepped out of it. Carrie wasn’t sure why she had done it, but she had dressed for the appointment. She stood there wearing a garter belt, stockings and a g-string. Estelle stared at Carrie, licked her lips and said, “You look beautiful Carrie. I think that a garter belt and stockings are so much sexier than panty hose, don’t you?”

Carrie smiled back and nodded, “I love to wear sexy lingerie. It makes me feel so naughty.”

Estelle took Carrie’s skirt from her and said, “The chair is heated and you can control the temperature. Some of my clients prefer to leave their tops on during the waxing. Others prefer to be naked. It’s your choice.”

Carrie didn’t say anything. She just unbuttoned her blouse and handed it to Estelle. Estelle waited while Carrie unhooked her bra and then took it also. Estelle smiled at Carrie and said, “My dear, your panties have to come off, but please leave your stockings and garter belt on.”

Carrie continued to smile and undid the ties over each hip. The sheer g-string dropped to the floor. Estelle took Carrie’s hand and the tingle in her pussy started again. Carrie settled into the chair and Estelle adjusted the back so it was slightly reclining. Carrie looked like a Penthouse foldout. Her tits sagged slightly outward against her chest and her legs were spread just a bit revealing her bare pussy. Carrie’s nipples were semi hard and poked up just enough to warrant attention. She looked smoking hot and Estelle couldn’t take her eyes off the naked woman. Estelle knew that Ms. Gorman only referred beautiful women to her, but Carrie was special.

Estelle prepared the wax mixture and kept looking up at Carrie. Carrie knew that she was looking at her pussy and tits. It made her pussy tingle and she thought it felt wet. She liked being naked in front of Estelle. She was sexy and the whole experience was decadent. It made her feel terribly naughty. Estelle walked toward Carrie and sat on a small stool with casters. Estelle rolled in between Carrie’s legs and had her slide down in the chair so that her pussy was completely exposed.

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Cunnilingus. Pussy licking. Eating out. Muff diving. Whatever you call it, it is a wonderful experience to be on the receiving end of. But what is it like to be the cunnilinguist? Sure, a lot of sex stories talk about it. And a lot of you guys (And gals!) out there have licked pussy before. But I thought it would be fun to write a story with just the juicy parts…pun intended! No beginning, no end really, just a nice narrative from the point of view of the pussy licker. Although this is not an actual true story, it is gathered from bits and pieces of my memory from the many cunts I have licked over the years. Enjoy!

Miranda

*****
She looked beautiful, sitting on the red velvet sofa. Long blond hair, voluptious figure, large real tits, and long legs. She was wearing a button down blue tank dress. Her bare arms looked tan. She had bright red lipstick on, and dangling gold hoop earings. Sitting on the floor by her feet, I could see that she had on sheer white stockings. I had no idea what she was wearing under her dress yet, but I intended to find out soon enough.

It is not important how we met, or how we got into this situation. Sitting in her large living room, the only thing that mattered was what was about to happen. She had never had a lesbian experience before…but Rosalita was curious. Very curious. And I intended to satisfy her curiousity. “How different can it be, recieving oral sex from a woman instead of from my husband?” she might have been thinking. Rosalita, Rosalita…you have no idea what you’ve been missing.

Sitting on the floor between her legs, I massaged her feet. I was so hungry to taste her pussy, but she needed time to get over the initial shock of her first sexual encouter with another woman. Her hair was all messed up from our make-out session a few minutes before. She had never kissed another woman on the lips until earlier this afternoon, and I think she had liked it a lot, judging by how firmly she had kissed me back. At first she was a little shy, letting me make all the moves, but when my tongue had finally touched her tongue, she just melted, and embraced me as she eagerly Frenched kissed my mouth.

I realized that we hadn’t even exposed each others skin yet, so I decided to introduce her to the pleasures of two naked female bodies together before I got to her juicy pussy. I reached under her dress and found the top of her stockings. First I unrolled the left stocking…I slowly peeled it down her leg. I repeated the process on her right leg. My head was buried under her dress…I could see she was wearing pink panties. Nice and feminine. I could smell her arousel…

I slowly kissed and rubbed her feet before returning to her side on the sofa. We sat down next to each other.

“How are you feeling, Rosalita?” I asked.

“Horny!” she answered.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I queried.

“YES! Yes, Miranda. I have fantasized about being with another woman sexually for so long now. I am very eager to experience this.” As if to emphasize her point, she kissed my lips passionatly and stuck her hand under my white t-shirt. I realized that this was the first time she had felt another woman up.

“Do you like feeling my breasts, Rosalita?” I asked, breathing hard as she burshed my nipple through my black lacy bra.

“Yes, I want to feel skin.”

“The clasp is in back.” I lifted my shirt over my head to make it easier for her to undo my bra. As I tossed my shirt across the room, she reached around my back and undid the clasp. My breasts bursa eve gelen escort heaved out into the open, and I let her look and touch. I enjoyed the look on her face as she touched her first pair of breasts besides her own.

“Not as large as your’s, Rosalita, but I think you’ll enjoy them anyway!” I joked. She felt me up eagerly, getting a rise out of my nipples. She explored every square inch of my breasts with her fingertips, rubbing under my arms, squeezing my breasts together, and eventually tasting them with her hungry red lips.

I made her pause for a minute so she could undress. I wanted to see her naked. I wanted her to experience the feeling of having another woman lustily looking at her body.

She was not shy at first as she removed her dress. Standing in her pink bra and panties, she was no more exposed to my stares as she would have been in a bikini on the beach. But she hesitated before removing her bra; she knew another woman would be staring at her breasts with hunger. This was not like in a locker room after working out, she might have been thinking. This was stripping as foreplay…with another member of the same sex!

I smiled and told her it was O.K. She got over her initial shyness quickly, and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She looked into my eyes.

“They’re beautiful” I whispered. “So large and natural. You make me wet, Rosalita!”

Emboldened by my compliments, she shook her chest left to right, making her tits jiggle. To make her feel more comfortable with her increasing nudity, I removed my shorts and panties in one quick motion. I let her look at me in the nude as she stood inches away from me in her pink panties. She seemd hesitant to look below my waist, so I moved my hands down over my chest and down to my pussy as if to non-verbally encourage her eyes to follow my hands down. She shyly looked at my pussy.

“Rosalita, I want to see your pussy.” She blushed when I said that. “Don’t be shy, show it to me!” I pushed.

“I’m…I have a confession, Miranda. I’m not a real blond. My pussy hair is brown, and I haven’t trimmed it as nicely as I should have for something like this.”

“It’s o.k., honey!” I touched her arm. “It’s allright. Do you want me to remove your panties for you?” I offered.

“YES! Oh yes, I would love that, Miranda.”

I smiled at her, and stuck my hands onto the waistband of her panties. I slid the pink panties down ever so slowly and teasingly. Down they went, exposing her pretty triangle of brown hair. She was frozen as I pulled them all the way down her legs and lifted her feet one by one to remove the clothing completly. I stood back a few feet to admire her naked body. She looked very embarrased as I eyeballed her figure up and down.

“Turn around, Rosalita. I want to see your ass as well!” She obeyed, slowly turning around. Her ass was larger than I had expected, and I couldn’t help but to squeeze it in my hands. My touch on her ass caused her to moan. I led her back to the couch and sat her down in the center. I kissed her lips again, and I eased my body onto her lap.

Now she was experiencing her first brush of skin on skin contact as our naked bodies pressed together. I let her hands explore my body…she seemed especially eager to touch me in non-sexual areas, like my back and my legs. I let her touch. She hesitated at my red bush.

“Go ahead, you can touch there, don’t be shy!” I took her by the wrist and guided her hand between my legs. She gently bursa escort stroked my pussy.

“It’s wet!” she said.

“Making out and feeling a naked body pressed against me for ten minutes will tend to cause that kind of reaction!” I laughed. She was warming up herself, and she laughed with me. “Go ahead, Rosalita. Explore your first pussy. See how it is different from your own.

She did just that, and slowly explored the folds of my pussy. She eventually stuck a finger inside, and I also felt her thumb on my clit. I began to pant and moan.

“Mmm…better stop before I come!” As much as I wanted to have an orgasm, I really wanted to bring her pleasure first. I turned the table on her, and touched her pussy.

“Oh…that feels good!” she gasped. “Your hands are softer than my husband’s!”

“If you like my hands, Rosalita, wait until you feel my soft female lips and tongue down there!”

She giggled. I fingered her cunt, rubbing my hand over her bush and exploring the pink folds underneath. I kissed her lips one more time before starting a journey down her body with my lips. Her large nipples got rock hard in my mouth when I sucked them one by one. She especially liked it when I kissed the soft underside of her boobs while my hands explored the wetness of her pussy lips.

I reluctantly finished my oral exploration of her chest and slowly kissed my way down her stomach, stopping momentarily at her belly button. It was so cute, I just had to kiss it.

“Oh! That feels good” Rosalita moaned.

“Yeah, there are some nerve endings between the belly and the clit.”

I finished kissing her belly button and began to kiss her pubic area. I could smell her arousal; her bush was hairy and wet with a combination of sweat from her thighs and female juices from her cunt. I inhaled the musky aroma and licked my lips in anticipation.

“Are you ready, Rosalita?” I asked her.

“Yes!” she screamed.

“Are you sure?” I kissed very close to her pussy lips, tickling her bare thighs with the tip of my tongue, my red silky hair in her lap.

“Yes! Please, Miranda, eat me out NOW!” she begged.

As much as I wanted to tease her, I knew she really needed it badly, so I gave Rosalita her first kiss on the pussy from another woman. My lips met her pussy lips as if I was giving her a French kiss. I made sure the oral sex was really wet and messy, getting saliva all over her lap. She clenched her legs around my head, wanting me to kiss her deeply between her legs. I decided it was time to really plunge into it.

I sucked one outer lip into my mouth hungrily and then the other before closing my lips over the entire area. Rosalita moaned loudly when my hot lips enveloped her entire cunt and I began to make out with her pussy. My tongue hadn’t actually hit her clit yet; I was licking the inner folds of her pussy like mad as my lips deeply kissed hers. My fingertips brushed her bare thighs; I could feel goosebumps. She began to lift her hips up to my face, eager for me to use more pressure and eager to have her clit kissed as well.

Rosalita’s pussy was hot to my tongue; she was absolutly throbbing with pleasure. I could feel her pulse between her legs as the blood flowed from her arousal. Her sticky juices were dribbling down my chin, and I knew she was ready for me to really go at it. I spread her cunt lips wide open with my fingertips to get a really good view. It looked lovely; there was brown pubic hair all around the thighs, and then a stark görükle escort contrast when I viewed the inside. Spreading her even wider, I savored the view: glistening pink folds dripping with a heady mixture of my saliva and her sweet juices, a perfectly erect clit popping out of its hood, and a deep wide open hole in the middle of her vagina, dark and mysterious. I stuck a finger into her hole as deeply as I could, then I slowly closed my mouth around her folds again.

My tongue explored her clit for the first time, flicking up and down before starting a firm steady clockwise rotation. Her hips pushed her cunt into my face; I had to lift my nose up to get some air. Her legs clamped around my head rather tightly; I almost made her loosen her grip, but then I thought that it was a good sign if she was that into her first experience with another woman, so I let her do her thing.

I could hear her loud groans even though her thighs were partially covering my ears; she was making very intense moans of pleasure, along with very heavy panting. I kept finger fucking her as well, finding the fleshy little bump of her G-spot inside her cunt. I made a motion with my finger to stimulate her inside; this caused a wave of her juices to flow around my nose and lips.

I felt her excitement as Rosalita opened herself up for me, losing all her inhibitions, focused completely on the pleasures I was giving her. My tongue homed in on her clit, alternating between sucking and licking motions.

“Ohh!” she screamed. “Oh fuck!” Good, I thought. When a normally shy woman starts yelling “Oh Fuck!” it is a sign I am doing my job well. I made some noises myself to encourage her.

“Mmm…your pussy tastes fucking sweet! I love to eat hot pussy,” I said the best I could while my mouth was between her legs. “Oh, eating you out makes my OWN pussy wet! I’m masturbating right now!” I wasn’t lying, my left hand had traveled between my own legs.

“Ahh…Oh my God! Miranda…Uh…UH! Oh Oh OH!” Rosalita was panting and moaning very intensely. Finally she stopped speaking in verbal words and all I could hear were primitive grunts and heavy breathing.

“Uh…UMM! Ohh…UHHHHH!!”

Her pussy began to quiver; my eyes looked down and I saw the lips of her pussy contracting and expanding rapidly. Her cunt tightly gripped around my finger, and her juices nearly drowned my mouth and nose as I eagerly dove in to get her off completly.

She let out one extremly loud gutteral moan, and then all hell broke loose as she sweat profusely and her orgaasm ripped through her body. Her legs kept clamping around my ears, and her pussy orgasmed on my finger. I sucked and sucked her clit, milking all the honey from her hot red cunt. I lapped at her clit and pussy lips as she rocked her hips up and down. I didn’t stop until she gently pushed my mouth away as her clit became too sensetive in it’s post orgasmic state. I moved my attention away from her pussy and lovingly kissed the soft flesh of her thighs as she came down to earth. Her pussy kept contracting involuntarily for a few moments.

“Thank you!” she sighed. I got up from my position on the floor between her legs and lay down on the sofa by her side. I looked Rosalita in the eyes. I wanted to ask her how she liked her first lesbian experience, but instinct told me to be quiet and let her sort out her feelings before I talked to her. Instead of responding verbally to her, I looked deeply into her big blue eyes. I brushed her long blonde hair out of her face, and brought my lips close to her mouth. Rubbing my fingertips through her hair, my mouth made contact with her lush red lips. I softly kissed her mouth and touched her tongue with my own tongue…letting her taste her own juices. I melted my naked body into hers as I let her taste her own arousal on my mouth as I greedily French kissed her…

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Danica stands in the corner, ruefully rubbing her burning red bottom. She’s just endured a prolonged OTK spanking, and previous experience leads her to suspect the punishment isn’t over. Seemly sensing her train of thought, her husband, Miles, leans in and whispers: “I’m not done yet, you’re in big trouble, should have known better than to forget Valentine’s Day.”Danica has a very different take on February 14th than most people. Wants coercion, not cuteness, no hearts and flowers.”Wasn’t deliberate,” she pouts, untruthfully. “Anyway, it’s a load of fluffy pink nonsense, greetings card makers cashing in.””Well, aren’t you the romantic,” he observes sarcastically. “No matter, you’ll suffer the consequences.”Her adrenalin surges; this blatant provocation has certainly started something, the problem being she’s no idea what. Miles leads Danica to the centre of the room and has her stand, hands on head. The few short steps cause her panties to slide from her knees to escort bursa high heels. “Since you’re unrepentant there will be a dozen extra dozen spanks,” he growls, “On your thighs.””Please no!” Nothing is worse, or as humiliating. At least her bum is used to the impact of his hard hand, whereas the pale skin at the top of her legs is extremely tender. Oh dear, Miles hasn’t even begun, and she already wants to cry.”Back and front, count them out loud.”Danica’s lips tremble, apart from her shoes, she’s naked from the waist down, shaven vulva embarrassingly to the fore. No reason to blush, they’ve been living together for years, but the girl just can’t help it. Braless breasts covered by a top so tight her erect nipples are visible, buttocks smarting horribly from her earlier ‘naughty girl’ discipline, very different from fun spanking games.Logically she shouldn’t feel aroused, but Danica’s body unilaterally overrules her rational bursa merkez escort mind. If sweet nothings and cooing endearments make your heart soar, fine, Danica isn’t the romance police. Simply prefers her sexual encounters to be several shades darker. If she’s going to flirt, let it be with danger. Why wait to be swept into your man’s arms when he could be bending you over?Whack! An impact assails her left thigh. Back to reality.”You seem to be having difficulty staying in the moment,” says Miles in a dangerous tone.”What?” A livid handprint now marks Danica’s skin. “Sorry, one,” she adds, stumbling over words, belatedly recalling she’s meant to be keeping tally.”Just in time,” Miles responds, punctuating the remark with another slap. Danica blurts out numbers in an increasingly anguished voice. When he finally pauses her upper legs are crimson and match her heat-radiating, warm to the touch bottom.”Ow,” complains bursa escort Danica, petulantly, hopping from foot to foot in a solo dance of discomfort, “my poor bum is hot and sore.” Demonstrably true – but not the full story. Miles’ effortless authority, coupled with an ever-inventive imagination, has kindled a fire down below.”You know the rules, behave badly, pay the penalty,” Miles chides as he soothingly strokes his partner’s glowing globes.”Could you please?” she ventures, tentatively.”What?””Make me better?””How?” Danica looks pointedly at her denuded pussy, slick with excitement, submissively awaits his attention, continued obedience a certainty. Miles holds her firmly around the waist, fingers easily inserted in the honeyed portal, and seeks out the ultra-sensitive g-spot while simultaneously circling her clit, quickly taking Danica to the release she craves. No chance to participate, her role is entirely passive, to surrender to whatever satisfaction he may choose to bestow. Entirely at Miles’ mercy, panting and quivering, her knees give way as she reaches a shuddering climax. Catching her fall, he carries Danica to the sofa and spreads her legs. She deserves a second orgasm, despite the ‘confession’ of her memory lapse being such an obvious lie.

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Nathan stared at the clock in the lower right corner of his monitor, waiting for it to read 11:30 AM. For some unknown reason on that particular Friday, he was completely famished.He worked at a processing center for a regional insurance company. Occasionally he would be contacted by an agent in regard to a claim, or even more rarely by a customer, but normally he simply stared at his computer screen for most of the day.As the clock ticked over, there was the rumble of office chairs as most of the crew headed to lunch.While he was unpacking his lunch, he was interrupted by a co-worker, Eleanor. She asked if she could join him at his table. Nathan smiled and invited her to take a seat.He had always thought that Eleanor was such an unfitting name for such an incredibly beautiful, young woman. Nathan believed her to be roughly the same age as himself, which was somewhere around her mid-twenties. He wondered why she didn’t go by “Ellie” or “Elle.”She dressed quite conservatively, and her behavior matched her appearance. Her beauty, however, would not be concealed by merely having tied-up hair, oversized glasses, and conservative clothing.She was a slender, leggy girl, not that you could ever see very much of them. Her long, blonde hair was always tied in some sort of a bun, so it was hard to tell exactly how long it was. Her facial features were all perfectly defined, without seeming harsh.Nathan had never seen Eleanor in the lunchroom at break time before. He had only spoken to her a couple of times previously. He didn’t think that it went very well, so he didn’t pursue a friendship with her.As he stared at his salad, Nathan was almost afraid to look up at Eleanor. He glanced up briefly and nearly got lost in the bursa sınırsız escort blue/green waves of her hazel eyes. He was feeling increasingly uncomfortable.Suddenly, Eleanor asked, “What is that? It looks good.”“Oh, this? It’s a, uh, Chinese chicken salad. I make it quite a bit. It’s really good. I guess it really isn’t Chinese. It’s just called that because it has a few Chinese ingredients in it.”Nathan stopped suddenly when he realized that he was nervously rambling. He returned his gaze to the bowl of salad.“Do you mind…?” Eleanor asked.When Nathan looked up, he saw Eleanor reaching over the table with her fork aimed at his bowl.“No, go ahead. Help yourself,” Nathan stammered.Eleanor grabbed a bit of everything onto her fork. Nathan watched as she squeezed the oversized bite into her mouth. As she chewed, Eleanor blurted, “Mmm, this is really good!”She quickly covered her mouth as she got mid-sentence. It was strangely tomboyish and proper at the same time. Nathan could feel his face grow flush. He was immediately smitten with Eleanor.To Nathan’s surprise, she asked him if he would like to try her salad. He wasn’t quite sure what exactly was in her salad, but it had baby spinach, candied walnuts, and julienne apple. Eleanor told him that the little, textural grains were quinoa. It was a decent salad, but it was vegetarian, and Nathan liked having a more substantial lunch.Eleanor asked him if he would mind sharing their lunch altogether. He certainly wasn’t going to object to anything that she asked. She placed both bowls in the center of the table and they each poked around at each of them. It felt like a strangely personal and intimate moment, particularly bursa escort bayan in the confines of the dingy office lunchroom.“So, do you have big plans for this weekend?” Eleanor asked with her eyes clearly focused on Nathan.“Plans?” he asked.Eleanor chuckled, “For Valentine’s Day, silly!”Nathan had thought nothing about Valentine’s Day. There was no need to either this year or most. He hadn’t had a girlfriend in almost four years and that was a short-term relationship. He always had little-to-no luck with women.Eleanor reached across the table and placed her hand on top of his as she chuckled. Nathan’s entire chest felt like it went aflame at Eleanor’s touch. Although he seemed to have remained upright, he was pretty sure that most of his existence melted into a puddle on the floor. He stared at Eleanor dreamily until the unimaginable happened.“You know what?” Eleanor asked. “We should go out this weekend. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?”Nathan sat there stunned. He was convinced that this was all part of some office joke. As he scanned the room, though, nobody was watching.“Oh, I’m sorry,” Eleanor added. “That was too forward of me. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that.”Fearing that he had already messed up a golden opportunity, Nathan tried to backtrack the conversation, but his nervous stuttering and stammering made it almost impossible to understand what he was trying to say.He stopped for a moment to catch his breath before declaring, “I would love to go out with you this weekend.”They finished their lunch together and made tentative plans for the weekend. Eleanor asked Nathan to unlock his phone. He complied and she grabbed ahold of it nilüfer escort and put her number in his contacts.“Holy shit!” he thought to himself, “This is real!”***Nathan somehow managed to acquire extremely late dinner reservations on short notice. He followed the directions to Eleanor’s house. It was a large, old, brick structure that stood out in a sea of more modern houses.Nervously, Nathan walked to the door. His hands were trembling as he rang the doorbell. He could hear women talking inside. As the door opened, Nathans’s eyes opened wide. To his surprise, he found himself staring directly at the chest of a beautiful and extremely tall blonde girl, who must have been 6’5” or taller.“Hi! You must be Nathan. Eleanor will be down in a minute; she is just putting on her finishing touches.”Nathan said nothing, he just stood there stunned. There was the sound of feet shuffling down the stairs and Eleanor appeared. She was an absolute vision.While her outfit was not revealing, it was much more flattering than her usual attire. Her hair was down, and it was just past shoulder length. Her makeup was immaculate. She looked like she should be on the cover of a fashion magazine.Nathan could not believe how beautiful she was. He seemed to be in a trance as she approached him.“You probably don’t recognize me without my glasses. I put my contact lenses in just for you.”Nathan mumbled for a bit before articulating, “You look great.”Eleanor looked at the tall, blonde girl and boasted, “I told you that he was sweet,” before playfully resting her head on Nathan’s shoulder. Nathan’s face went bright red, and he started to sweat. He was convinced that he was going to pass out.Eleanor announced that they needed to head to the restaurant and she and Nathan made their exit.Nathan nearly tripped and fell over the curb as he hurried to open the car door for Eleanor. As he climbed into the car, two more girls appeared at the doorway. One was an incredibly petite brunette, the other a curvaceous redhead. The redhead shouted, “See you later, Nathan!”

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Thank you to the readers of the first chapter of this story. Your comments were very encouraging! I present to you the next chapter. I truly hope that you enjoy it. As always, ratings and feedback are much appreciated.

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The last text that Courtney had received absolutely floored her. A few short hours ago she had made her normal commute home and was ready to settle in for a quiet weekend. She did not expect that the evening would result in a steamy conversation with a woman she did not know. Now that same woman, Lauren, was inviting Courtney to her place.

The thoughts racing through Courtney’s mind were blinding her. Courtney found Lauren to be sweet, beautiful, and sensual. And while she certainly had not entertained sexual thoughts about women before this evening, Lauren had intrigued her with a few sexy pictures. Courtney couldn’t believe that she had the nerve to send Lauren some wild photos in return, but it excited her. But she was also nervous. She understood the dangers of meeting with a stranger, even if that person did not appear to have any malicious intent.

The orgasms had subsided as Courtney weighed the decision whether to accept Lauren’s invitation. She had not had sex in the two years since Matt had passed on, and this had been the most erotic fun that she had in some time. It didn’t help that she kept looking back at the photos that Lauren had sent her. Courtney could not peel her eyes off of the lovely brunette’s large breasts or her dark bush between her legs. She swallowed hard, realizing that she was getting aroused again at the thought of seeing this beautiful woman naked and perhaps running her fingers over her chest.

Courtney pulled her nightgown back onto her body and went into the kitchen to grab a snack. If she was being honest with herself, she was delaying the inevitable response that she needed to send to Lauren. She didn’t want to just ignore the question. Her body was pushing her to see the woman, but her mind kept instructing her to hold back a bit. She was still in the kitchen when she heard the notification sound on her phone which she had left on the bed. She walked back to look at the text message while certain in her mind that Lauren was getting impatient with her.

Lauren: “I’m sorry Courtney. I can tell by your delay that you have some hesitation. It was foolish of me to ask you over so soon.”

Courtney couldn’t help but think that Lauren was having a few doubts of her own. But her easygoing demeanor only drew Courtney closer to her. At last she made a decision and replied to Lauren.

Courtney: “Do you want to grab a drink? I don’t know where you’re located at, but I’d be happy to meet you somewhere.”

Lauren: “That would be wonderful! I’m in Ridge Township. Is that close for you?”

Courtney was shocked as she came to the realization that Lauren was only about fifteen minutes away.

Courtney: “Very close! I’m about fifteen minutes away. How about we meet at The Fifth Lounge in an hour?”

Lauren: “Sounds wonderful. See you then! Kisses!”

Courtney realized that she had only about 45 minutes before she had to leave. She needed to pick out something to wear, shower, and pretty herself. She wasn’t sure what to expect. Was this a date? Was it just a friendly meeting to get to know each other? She was a bit more nervous when she thought about the naughty photos that she had sent to Lauren. But, on the other hand, she now knew what Lauren looked like naked as well. They were both in the same situation, though she felt a bit more reserved than Lauren. After all, Lauren had invited her to her place!

Courtney quickly hopped in the shower. She had no idea where the night would lead so she made sure to shave her legs and armpits. She ran her fingers in her bush but decided against trimming it. Lauren had really seemed to love her thick red hair, and she didn’t want to disappoint her. After several minutes, she shut off the water, grabbed her towel, and headed to the bedroom.

As for what to wear, Courtney was lost. She wanted to look good but not appear to be slutty. She had a sexy pair of light blue lace panties that she slid over her ass. She had a bra of the same color and put that on so that she would match. She elected to go for a simpler look by sliding on a new pair of dark blue jeans that she felt hugged her ass perfectly. And, finally, she picked out a black v-neck top that showed just a bit of cleavage. She finished up by straightening her long red hair and applying some makeup. She looked in the mirror and felt beautiful. She hoped that Lauren would feel the same way.

Arriving at The Fifth Lounge with five minutes to spare, Courtney parked her car in an adjoining lot. She had never been to this place before, and as she walked into the restaurant, she noticed that it was somewhat dark and that the ambient noise was low. It seemed like a perfect spot to sit down and talk. She waited for the hostess who was busy sitting another couple. As she looked görükle escort bayan around, she saw a woman waving at her from a table near the bar. Courtney instantly smiled when she saw that it was Lauren.

“Welcome to The Fifth. How many in your party,” asked the hostess as she noticed Courtney waiting at the entrance.

“Actually, I see my friend already sitting at a table. I’m going to join her. Thank you.” Courtney hurried over to the table and smiled brightly at Lauren. Without sitting down, Courtney nervously said, “Hi Lauren! I’m Courtney. Pleasure to meet you.” She didn’t know what to do but extended her hand anyhow.

Lauren jumped up quickly and wrapped her arms around Courtney. “So glad that you came sweetie! I wasn’t sure if you would show up or not.” Courtney felt the warmth from Lauren’s hug fill her. It was hard to not notice her bright smile not to mention her large chest pressing against her own. It excited her just a bit, but she calmed herself and sat down with Lauren. Courtney noticed that the woman was wearing a similar outfit – tight jeans and a button-up shirt on which the first two buttons were undone.

“How could I not come? Initially, I was hesitant, but when you suggested meeting here, I decided to take a leap.” As Courtney was speaking, the waiter waltzed over to the table and politely waited for Courtney to finish her sentence. Both women ordered drinks – a gin and tonic for Lauren and a margarita for Courtney.

“So, I’m curious, would your boyfriend mind that you are meeting a strange woman while he is away,” asked Courtney.

Lauren anticipated the question. “No, not at all actually. He knows of my interest in women but insists that I be safe if I meet anyone. So it was rather ignorant of me to invite you over having not met you first.”

Courtney smiled and felt a bit relieved. “I’ve never met a stranger like this, so I was glad that you were open to meeting in public.”

Lauren smiled back. “It’s only fair that I would ask what your hubby would think.”

Courtney slumped a bit in her chair. She dreaded that question. The waiter brought their drinks and set them on the table, and Courtney quickly downed most of hers. Lauren could tell something was wrong. “It’s okay. I didn’t mean to be so intrusive.”

Courtney regained her composure and looked at Lauren and realized that the woman had nothing but genuine concern. She wiped at her eyes. “You’re not. It’s always tough to talk about, but my husband passed away in a car accident two years ago.”

Lauren offered her sympathies, and Courtney briefly recounted how she met Matt, their move outside the city, and the unfortunate event that took away her love. “It’s been very difficult, but I do appreciate the open ear Lauren.”

Lauren reached out her hand and placed it on Courtney’s. It was not a suggestive move but rather a heartfelt gesture from a friend. Courtney gave a hint of a brief smile to Lauren. She was more beautiful than in her pictures, and Lauren radiated kindness that transcended their earlier texting activity. She felt genuinely happy to be around Lauren.

The two women ordered some food and a few more rounds of drinks and kept talking. The conversation hit on everything, including the first meeting of Lauren and her boyfriend Chris, Courtney’s job, their shared hobbies, and what they had hoped to get out of life. The conversation would get deep at times, but both women were full of laughs as well after the initial awkwardness wore off.

Courtney was happy that she decided to meet with Lauren. What had transpired earlier in the evening was forgotten. Courtney’s new friend was not only beautiful but also sweet with an engaging personality. She was mesmerized by her eyes and, if she was being honest with herself, her curves. “Could I really be falling for a woman,” Courtney asked herself. She didn’t focus on the question too much. She was having a good time making a new friend, and that was all that mattered.

Lauren was similarly enthralled with meeting Courtney. Her new friend had suffered serious setbacks over the past few years but was still full of life. She was not only enjoying the conversation but also looking at the beautiful redhead sitting across from her. “She is more beautiful in person,” she thought to herself. On more than one occasion, she felt Courtney’s eyes drifting to her chest. That excited her while also arousing her nipples, and she quickly lamented her choice of shirt. The silky fabric accentuated the hardness of her nipples.

Another hour had passed. Courtney was on her third drink, and her eyes kept drifting onto Lauren. “Hey Lauren, will you excuse me? I need to use the ladies room,” Courtney quickly interjected. She felt as though she needed to compose herself.

“Sure. I’m going to order myself some nachos. Hurry back sweetie!” Lauren smiled at Courtney. As Courtney walked away, Lauren couldn’t help but gaze at her new friend. She was not the bursa otele gelen escort athletic type, but it was obvious that she took care of herself. Her jeans tightly wrapped around her waist and were stretched a bit by the round curves of her butt. Courtney didn’t realize it, but she walked with a motion such that each of her cheeks moved up and down in unison. Lauren caught herself staring at Courtney’s ass and so quickly looked away and took another drink. Her mind had drifted to the sexy video that Courtney sent her earlier in the night. She felt her nipples tightening more. She wanted to be with Courtney.

As she finished up in the bathroom, Courtney fixed her hair and looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was still in good shape. She rummaged through her purse for the small bottle of mouthwash to freshen her breath. There was no denying her strong attraction for her new friend. She didn’t think that the night was going to go anywhere, but she felt happier than she had in a long time. Though Lisa was her best friend, she felt a deeper connection to Lauren. She couldn’t explain why, but the fact that she was laughing and flirting with a woman did not bother her. It made her feel whole again, and she was open to whatever would happen going forward.

Courtney walked toward the table and saw Lauren smiling at her. “She is so sexy,” Courtney thought to herself. Her smile was perfect and she was radiating sensuality that pulled Courtney to her. As she sat down, Lauren was finishing a nacho. “My turn! I’ll be right back.” Lauren got up and walked to the ladies room. Courtney’s eyes innately followed to Lauren, and she started to salivate a bit. Lauren was just a bit curvier than her but in all the right places. Her hips were a bit wider and were framed by what Courtney considered a thick ass. It was a lovely sight. As she looked on, Lauren quickly turned her head back and saw Courtney looking at her. Courtney turned bright red and put her head back down, pretending to look at her phone.

Lauren turned back toward the bathroom but couldn’t help feel sexy. Her new friend, a beautiful redhead, was totally checking her out. She loved the attention. And it turned her on. She looked in the mirror in the bathroom and noticed her nipples were extremely erect. She wanted to touch them, but she wouldn’t be able to go back out to the table if she did so. She spent a few minutes in the bathroom checking her e-mail and quickly sent a text message to her boyfriend Chris. She had finally corrected his phone number in her contacts list, so she was sure it wouldn’t be going to Courtney.

Lauren: “Wish you were here. I met a beautiful redhead. 😉 Miss and love you baby!”

Chris: “Ooh, sounds interesting. Have fun honey. Love you too.”

Lauren couldn’t help but smile. Chris was a loyal, sweet, and hardworking man. He understood her interest in women and wanted her to be free to satisfy her emotional and physical needs in his long absences. He was confident enough in himself to allow that to happen but also wanted his girlfriend to be cautious when meeting strangers. She was extremely lucky to have met him and hoped that one day she would get to be his wife.

Lauren walked back to the table and Courtney was too engrossed in the happenings of social media on her phone to notice. Lauren walked behind Courtney’s seat. She leaned over Courtney’s shoulder, and in the process of obtaining a nice view of her cleavage, softly put her lips onto Courtney’s neck right below her ear. A sudden but pleasant chill drove through Courtney, and by the time she realized what had happened, Lauren was back in her seat smiling at her. Lauren reached over and ran her fingers over Courtney’s hand. Courtney smiled back and took Lauren’s hand in hers.

The connection between her and Lauren felt complete. The gentle touching between the two excited Courtney. She was smiling brightly as her fingers caressed Lauren’s. Certainly someone else in the lounge may be watching them, but she didn’t care. Lauren kept smiling back, the two women clearly focusing on each other and ignoring everyone else. Courtney started thinking back to the sexy conversation that she had with this woman earlier. She felt warmth throughout her body and knew her nipples were swelling again as the sensitivity caused by them pressing against her bra was sending a jolt of excitement through her.

At that moment, she felt Lauren’s other hand gently rubbing her knee under the table. She was being seduced by this beautiful woman and her restraint started breaking down. It was clear now. She wanted Lauren. She missed the touch of another person, and while she didn’t expect to fall for this curvy beauty so quickly, it was happening. She continued to smile at Lauren, and it was Lauren who finally broke the silence.

Lauren leaned over close to Courtney and gently kissed her ear. Then she whispered, “Care to come back to my place for a bit?”

Courtney bursa escort bayan was broken. The soft kiss on the ear, the hand holding, it was all so good to her. She smiled at Lauren and replied, “Definitely. Shall I follow you?”

“Sure. I live rather close to here.” Lauren grabbed her hand and they walked out of the lounge. Courtney followed Lauren in her car, and they arrived at her home a few moments later. Lauren had a three bedroom, two-story house in which she lived alone. She had bought it years ago after she had finished college as she thought it would be a good investment. It was dark, and Courtney couldn’t see much of the outside as she followed Lauren to the front porch.

Once inside, Lauren turned on the lights. Courtney noticed that the interior was decorated in a modern style. The floor plan was open, and there was plenty of space for entertaining guests. She couldn’t judge the outside, but inside, it was clear that Lauren had a knack for choosing furniture and accessories that brought out the best in her home.

“So, how do you like my place,” Lauren asked her guest.

“It is beautiful but not so much as its owner,” Courtney said. She realized how cheesy it sounded after she said it, but she didn’t care. It had been so long since she had flirted with anyone that she was out of practice.

Lauren giggled then walked over to Courtney. She took her hands in hers and pulled her to the couch. They sat close together, and Lauren was quick to break the silence.

“You know, Courtney, I’ve only known you for a few hours, but I am very attracted to you. You make me smile, and you are so lovely. I’m very happy I texted the wrong person.”

Courtney smiled back. “I am glad you did too. You are very sweet, and I’ve felt relaxed with you. I think we are going to be the best of friends.”

Lauren’s shoulders dropped a bit at the mention of being only friends. She thought Courtney was gorgeous and definitely thought that she read signals that indicated Courtney might want to be more. Certainly she thought that this evening would lead to more. But, she had made a great friend, and she could not look down on that. She did not want to press Courtney. The woman had been widowed and hadn’t been with anyone else. This night was obviously a huge step for her, and she did not want to ruin it.

“So who was the blonde in the picture that you originally texted me,” Courtney asked.

Lauren was taken aback by the question. Perhaps Courtney thought her friend was the more attractive one. “Why would she ask me that now,” Lauren asked herself. She wasn’t offended by the question but felt that the timing was off. She thought Courtney might have brought that up when they were at the lounge but not now as they were having a more serious conversation.

“Oh! I thought I mentioned her. That is my friend Michelle. We have known each other since high school. We typically take at least one trip together every year.”

Courtney quickly shot back, “So she is not your girlfriend?”

Lauren pondered the question. She had been intimate with Michelle on a number of occasions, but certainly, they were not in any kind of relationship. She couldn’t help but recall how Michelle had dragged her back to their room after the photo she sent to Courtney had been taken. They had spent the rest of the day pleasuring each other. It aroused Lauren, and her mind drifted a bit. Finally, she responded. “If you’re asking me if we’ve ever been intimate, then yes. But, no, we are not in a relationship.”

It didn’t take long for what happened next. No sooner than Lauren had finished answering the question than did she feel Courtney pressing into her and wrapping her lips around hers. She gasped but draped her arms around Courtney’s neck and pulled her closer. The kiss was slow and soft, and she ran her hands over Courtney’s back. She tried to put Courtney at ease by caressing her back and then running her fingers along the back of her neck. It must have worked as she felt Courtney’s tongue pressing against her lips. She opened her mouth and moaned as Courtney explored inside. Their tongues touched and Lauren felt as aroused as ever.

Courtney slightly moaned into Lauren’s mouth. She felt Lauren’s tongue dancing on hers and she grabbed the back of Lauren’s head to pull her as close as possible. It was the most passionate kiss she had ever experienced. She deepened the kiss, running her fingers through the brunette’s dark hair then onto her neck. She felt Lauren using her lips to gently suck on her tongue and moaned. Her nipples were hard and brushing against her bra which only excited her more. She felt them stiffen not just from the kiss but from thinking about the sexy photos Lauren had sent earlier. “Oh god she is so passionate,” Courtney told herself.

Lauren was in a frenzy. She had an attraction for redheads and now she had one in her arms with her tongue in the other woman’s mouth as they swapped saliva. She had no doubt that they both wanted this. She felt her nipples pressing against her shirt and loved feeling the weight of Courtney’s chest against her own. She slid her hands down Courtney’s back and squeezed her rounded butt through her jeans. She felt Courtney moan in her mouth again which only encouraged her to squeeze the redhead’s ass again. She wanted this woman badly.

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