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Summary: Andrea and Fey, lovers since they have received a strange chain-letter through e-mail, have respectively seduced two mutual friends, Vivian and Rachel. The time for the disclosure of their mutual affairs is at hand…

1.

The west wind blew softly in their faces as the stars twinkled overhead, barely obscured by a radiant moon suspended in the cloudless night sky. The distant sound of crashing waves rumbled in their ears as they walked barefoot on the fine sandy dunes, fingers enlaced as they held hands. The beach was deserted this time of night, leaving them alone with their thoughts, and each other.

“She has your heart, doesn’t she?” asked Rachel softly.

Andrea turned to her, strands of hair dancing in the breeze. She searched Rachel’s eyes, silently.

“Yes. She does,” she confessed, surprised that Rachel, who never breached the subject, suddenly spoke of her secret lover. Andrea drew close, adding in a murmur, “Although as you once told me… I can’t live without you…”

They kissed, softly, unhurriedly, as they had often for the last three months. Their hands caressed each other through light cotton dresses, feeling the warmth and softness of their bodies.

Andrea had been methodical as the affair had unfolded, dropping suggestive hints of her involvement with another woman. In a way, it had been fairly easy for Rachel to guess; there had been no word of another man in Andrea’s life since George-in itself uncharacteristic-yet she had made various comments which implied both a kind of steady relationship, and the relative need to be rather subtle and low-key about it. Rachel has merely connected the dots.

“Tell me about her…” Rachel said, as they resumed their walk.

Andrea’s stared at the far away darkness, as if to behold Fey’s enchanting face. “She’s beautiful… intelligent… sensitive… she warms my heart every time she smiles… she fills me with a kind of joy I never knew existed…”

The words felt awkward in her mouth, insufficient to describe the depth of her feelings. “It’s as if my soul had been fractured in two long ago… and the pieces had suddenly been reunited.”

She gazed downwards, slightly flustered. Rachel smiled warmly. “She sounds like quite a woman… maybe I’ll have to meet her sometime.”

Andrea suppressed a mischievous grin. Curiosity was getting the best of Rachel… If she only knew, she thought.

“Wellll…” Andrea replied, “maybe I can meet *your* girlfriend sometime, how about that?”

Rachel’s eyes shifted momentarily sideways, no doubt thinking exactly what had gone through Andrea’s mind a second ago. “Well then, we’ll have to be careful. They might be so angry because of our respective infidelities they’ll break up with us and leave together.”

Andrea exploded in laughter, trying not to sound hysterical. God, if she only knew!!! Fey and Vivian we together at his very moment!

Her body pressed closer to Rachel’s, and she slid her arms around her waist. “I guess we better make the best of it while we still can…”

They closed their eyes as their lips met.

2.

The ‘trap’ was set.

After months spent enjoying private pleasures, sharing their exploits between bouts of intense lovemaking, Andrea and Fey were ready. Ready to end the secret of their respective affairs… but not the fact of their existence.

The time was right. The risk of Vivian and Rachel confiding in each other could only increase, and the fact that neither Andrea or Fey had remained single during this time might, interpreted in a larger context, lead either of the other two women to draw conclusions.

Saturday evening, barring any last-minute cancellation, Vivian and Rachel would drop by Fey’s place for a get-together between girls, following a gracious invitation. Andrea spent the week going over the luxury apartment she and Fey now shared, getting most of her things stashed in one of the many closets in order to making sure no one would know she’d been practically living there these last few months.

She still dropped by her own place from time to time, ‘maintaining the illusion’, picking up mail and messages, but wasn’t even bothering to heat it anymore. The rent was no bother considering the money she was now making, and besides, it was useful to have a second place to herself, for impromptu meetings with Rachel.

‘Girls night’ was set. It was amasya escort the first time all four would be together since a similar event the year before. Andrea and Fey both made a point of not seeing their respective mistresses the whole week prior, hoping to build a little bit of sexual tension.

It would be, after all, a very special night indeed.

3.

Fey, who had taken quite an interest in the art of gourmet cooking in her teenage years, outdid herself with the menu: roasted delmonico veal in medeira sauce alongside India rice and a salad of watercress kissed with a balsamic vinaigrette, garnished with lavender. She joked along as she prepared the extravagant feast all of Saturday afternoon, telling Andrea about the times she had cajoled her family cook, a severe but kind-hearted Frenchman, into teaching her the fine art of culinary seduction. Andrea watched her work with wonder, helping out when she could and briefly stepping out for a moment to purchase enough wine for the evening: a bottle of Château Latour red, one of Beaujolais nouveau, two bottles of white Montrachet, and two Château d’Aqueria rosés.

By four-thirty, everything was ready. The two hosts resolved to open one of the white wine bottles, moving to the living room as the veal roasted in the oven, kissing amorously on the sofa while they waited for Rachel and Vivian to show. It was to be a casual dinner, but both had decided to dress up for the occasion. Fey wore a notched collar beige blouse with a knee length dark skirt with belt buckle. Andrea sported black slacks with a carmine turtleneck, and stood a inch taller in her in pumps.

At five-thirty, there was a light knock on the door. Fey and Andrea, fleetingly brushing off the lipstick evidence of their intimacy, suddenly returned to a ‘proper’ demeanor as they quickly strode to the apartment entrance.

4.

Rachel arrived first, stunning Andrea and Fey with a tight satin T-shirt, a matte skirt and strapped heels. All three greeted each other politely, exchanging pleasantries while Andrea spoke with her eyes, giving Rachel an appreciative and hungry look.

She traded a conspiratorial glance with Fey moments later when Rachel wasn’t looking.

The trio slowly left the vestibule and went to the spacious living room, where they sat for a time, enjoying white wine while waiting for Vivian.

The lady in question arrived twenty minutes later with the sound of a bell, greeting Fey and Rachel with a warm smile that seemed to indicate she had not met either for months. Her lips brushed Andrea’s cheeks moments later, while she whispered a warm hello. Removing her jacket, she revealed a sleeveless sheath dress, made elegant with the addition of a string of classic pears and matching earrings. The scent of ‘Dominance’ fragrance filled the air, and Andrea smiled knowingly to herself, remembering that it was one of Rachel’s favorite.

The chilled wine and bouchées de foie gras were waiting for everyone as they settled on the divans in the living room. While the veal roasted to perfection, the women began talking excitedly, as they had many times before. Job, friends, family, were all discussed, but relationships were not brought up.

Fey interrupted half-an-hour into the conversation, noting that she had check out how the veal was doing. Vivian offered nonchalantly to lend a hand, and both vanished quickly down the hall and into the kitchen, which sat next to the dining room, at the far end of the apartment.

Moments after they had disappeared, Andrea jumped out of her sofa and crashed across next to Rachel. The former had scripted, along with Fey, a few ‘opportunities’ that would allow the both of them to enjoy a bit of private fun with their respective lovers. It would be a while before they were disturbed.

“Well hello there” she whispered huskily, cuddling up to Rachel. “I thought we’d never be alone.”

Rachel eyed the corner that lead to the hall and kitchen worryingly, but only for a moment. She brought an arm over Andrea’s shoulder and drew her close, for a kiss. Any will to quickly draw away faded as her mouth mashed against Andrea’s soft lips, and their tongues slipped eagerly in each other’s mouths. Rachel’s fingers slid over the rich crimson fabric of Andrea’s sweater while her lover’s hand gently cupped her left breast through her T-shirt, unfettered by a bra.

“You think they’ll be a while?” Rachel asked in a hushed tone that betrayed her growing sense of arousal. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes gleaming with hungry lust. Andrea’s lecherous smirk spread slowly across her face. “Why do you ask?”

Rachel’s hand cupped Andrea’s pussy through her tailored pants shamelessly. “Just wondering if I might not sample something extra before the main course…”

Before Andrea could answer, she undid her lover’s slacks and slipped a hand inside. Her fingers quickly found the elastic band of her panties, slid under them and escort amasya into her lover’s hot, moist cunt. Andrea bit her lower lip trying not to moan too loudly. It was for the sake of pretense, really, since she was quite sure Fey and Vivian were both occupied with similar activities at the moment.

Rachel teased her lover for long seconds, before pulling out her hand. She immediately brought the glistening digit to her mouth, closing her eyes as she relished the taste. “Goes very well with the wine, wouldn’t you say?” she mused wickedly, while Andrea tried to regain her composure.

“We have to find a way to step out for a moment later… I’m not going to be able to go through dinner unless I know I can have you tonight!” she exclaimed with shortness of breath.

Rachel looked once again to the hallway, hesitation etched on her soft, delicate features. Andrea knew Rachel would be hard pressed to abandon Vivian tonight, and quickly changed the subject to keep her from brooding on the thought.

“C’mon” Andrea said, interrupting the thought. “Let’s get back before they get suspicious.”

She made a point of making a lot of noise on the way to the kitchen, buttoning up her pants as she went.

5.

The veal was absolutely delicious. The Château Latour proved a delectable choice to accompany the meal, and proved to inspire a fairly good mood around the circular, candlelit table. Fey and Andrea sat at opposites, with their respective lovers on the right. Both shared subtle moments of affection with their mistresses during the meal, sliding their legs together under the blue tablecloth while pretending to go on with the conversation. Rachel and Vivian responded to the advances of their lovers in kind, and a strange secret dance ensued throughout, Fey and Andrea exchanging secret looks while all four pretended that nothing was going on.

Discussion was light, and compliments to the chef were in order. The wine kept flowing, now well into the Beaujolais and the rosés wines, and a toast was proposed, to Fey’s masterful cooking skills. Andrea savored each and every one of the wines, noting that she was becoming more and more uninhibited as the soirée progressed. Her threshold being higher than most women, she instinctively knew that the spirits would create an atmosphere conductive to seduction.

By the end of the meal, Andrea was quite wet, Rachel’s agile feet having sensually demonstrated the ardor and desperation of her yearning condition. She gave away no sign of a reaction as she quickly got up to give Fey a hand to clear the table, leaving Rachel behind with Vivian as they came and went to the kitchen.

When all had been cleared away, Andrea deftly proposed that all four adjourn to the living room once again, this time for a bit of crème de menthe to pass the evening. Rachel and Vivian both nodded in approval.

They sat together for a time, back on the couches, chatting away softly as the evening wore on. Andrea sat close to Rachel on a two-person sofa while Fey and Vivian had the larger one to themselves. Gentle music played in the background, and scented candles lit all about provided a golden light and peaceful atmosphere.

Rachel and Vivian contently reclined in their respective positions. Eventually, conversation fell in a serene lull, and all four women stated at each other in contemplative silence. Vivian and Rachel were smiling happily, basking in Fey’s hospitality.

There was a pause, a moment that heralded a slight, ever so subtle change in atmosphere. Both guests arched eyebrows as Andrea and Fey stood in unison, moments after CD’s shuffled in the player behind, and an original piano and acoustic guitar piece suddenly filled the air. The standing pair came together, their hands reaching, their arms going around each other… like lovers answering the call of the secret song their share as their own. Andrea and Fey began rocking back and forth slowly, dancing slowly as the lovers they truly were.

It was not long before they searched each other out, their mouths coming together briefly in a quick but torrid kiss. They heard a communal gasp from their dual audience, and each turned with a smile to their respective mistresses. Andrea’s eyes focused on Rachel’s stunned expression while Fey noted Vivian’s brief moment of astonishment. Incomprehension fled from their faces, replaced by slow realization. Andrea and Fey both winked naughtily, smiling alluring smiles.

Rachel rose from her seat first. “Why do I have a feeling…”

Vivian’s voice, overlapping, “I don’t believe…”

Both women were at a loss for words despite their understanding of the sudden development. They looked at each other, the existence of their mutual affairs revealed instantly. There was no furious exchange of stares, but merely a recognition of the fact. They both turned to the dancing pair.

“What’s up lover?” Andrea and Fey asked suggestively, in perfect harmony, amasya escort bayan breaking their embrace to step over to their respective mistresses. Andrea slid her arm around Rachel’s, while Fey came down next to Vivian on the couch, embracing her around her neck.

“You’ve been… plotting for how long?” Vivian asked, trying to sound incensed.

“Well… we didn’t really plan it at first, it sort of just happened when Andrea… ah… ‘seduced’ Rachel” Fey said.

“And how long have you been… together?” Rachel inquired, now understanding why she almost always caught the answering machine when calling to Andrea’s place.

“About as long as the both of you” answered Andrea, beside her. “Fey has an interesting theory about that…” she added teasingly, with a wink to her soulmate.

“Well…” Rachel said with a heavy sigh, “now I don’t know whether to feel jealous or angry”. There was little conviction in her voice, betraying her still bewildered condition.

“We have an ideal way of remedying to that” Fey whispered huskily, as she disengaged herself from Vivian and stood up. In an instant, the hosts had traded places, Andrea strolling over to the couch and slithering next to Vivian, her hand unabashedly moving around her narrow waist, bringing her body close. Meanwhile Fey was coming around Rachel, her hand brushing the model’s shoulder as she walked past, coming up behind her. Carefully, she hugged her from behind, her breasts pressing in the lovely curve of her back.

Though uncertainty paralyzed both Rachel and Vivian for just an instant, a new awareness soon dawned upon them. Still striving to cope with the monumental changes in their lives, stirred as never before by the beauty of the female form, they gave in to their impulses simultaneously, driven by fantasies and infatuations born the moment they had discovered lesbian love. It was not a selfless pursuit for carnal pleasure at the expense of their mutual love, but a interdependent exploration of their new sexuality, with women who had once been friend and were now lovers…

Vivian closed her eyes as she felt Andrea’s lips brush over hers, while Rachel looked on hungrily at the erotic spectacle, moaning as Fey’s hands cupped and massaged her ample, sensitive breasts.

Lust and passion overtook them all.

6.

In a quick motion, Fey grasped Rachel’s shirt and brought it over her breasts. Her hands returned forthwith, fondling the hot flesh, feeling the nipples harden even as she stroked them.

Andrea took it slow, parting the fabric of Vivian’s dress gently before lowering her mouth to the gentle slope of her quarry’s bosom. Her tongue slid gently out of her mouth, leaving a thin trail of saliva down the tan and smooth skin, and around the curve of Vivian’s breast. The latter moaned approvingly, and caught her breath as Andrea’s lips parted widely to take in as much of her tit flesh as she could.

Rachel was similarly powerless to keep her arousal in check, her head tilting back as Fey continued to expertly massage her breasts from behind. She pressed back against the woman’s bosom, bringing her hands over Fey’s and guiding them as they kneaded the firm flesh. She felt the woman’s hips gyrate against her ass, and locked her legs in place, giving Fey something to stroke against. The feeling of the woman’s pelvis rubbing against the curve of her rear was maddeningly intense.

Vivian’s dress was boldly parted at this point, both of her breasts hanging free, her chest heaving as Andrea continued to suckle like a sapphic succubus. The warmth and heat of her cunt was spreading inside her, to all parts of her body, igniting an inferno that was quickly consuming her. Andrea’s hand adroitly slid under the loose and draped dress folds, and searched for Vivian’s wet hole. The latter could do nothing but fall back into the couch, lost in a haze of burning desire.

Rachel’s breath was coming in rasping inhales and exhales, Fey’s tongue licking the lobe of her ear while one hand pinched her nipples and the other surreptitiously slid under her short skirt, feeling for her seeping, hot pussy. The g-string she wrote was nimbly slid aside by Fey’s fingers, and a low husky groan rose from Rachel’s throat as she felt her clit being stroked ever so gently.

Andrea’s fingers, slick with Vivian’s abundant juices, penetrated deep inside her, bringing her nearer and nearer to a sharp and fierce climax. She could not believe how quickly things were unfolding, how completely overtaken and consumed by lust she had become.

Vivian screamed aloud, incoherently, in the throes of wanton lust, and shook as she capsized into oblivion, Andrea’s fingers pumping furiously in and out of her, her teeth biting down on her nipples as she came. Wave after wave crashed into her, tearing her apart.

The cries were soon answered by Rachel as she, too, tipped over her own threshold and no longer held back. Fey’s bewitching embrace had stripped away her sense of restraint. Her body responded instinctively, the fervor building inside her as Fey continued to tease her clitoris, as she continued to pinch her nipples, as she fondled the hoot flesh of her breasts, as she whispered of her impending night of passion even as she thrust her delicate tongue in her ear…

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Thank you very much to everybody for your comments on chapter one. For those of you just joining the story…I think you can figure things out fairly quickly, but as always, it makes more sense to read the earlier portion.

Once again, Brenda was…lonely…horny…and in a lesbian chat room. Whenever anyone who wasn’t obviously a bot entered, she messaged them: “Wanna cyber?” Most ignored her, asked to see her cam, or demanded to immediately know her bra size. If she was desperate enough, she told them…and went from there.

But then one person answered differently…a woman called Jennifer. Instead of “Cam?” she just said:

“Hi.”

Normally Jennifer ignored im’s. But she was lonely and horny and needed to…well…get off with someone. If this person could write another sentence, this time with more than two words, maybe she could have some…some fun.

Brenda was happy to see a reply. She typed: “Hi, I’m Brenda.”

That was a sentence.

“Hi. I’m Jen.”

“Hi.”

There was a pause. They both felt a little tingle – the sense of possibility.

Jennifer took the plunge. “So…you are into cyber?”

Pause. Oh crap, Brenda thought. Was she going to get preached at now?

“Sometimes.”

Jen answered quickly. “Me too. Sometimes.”

“But it depends of course.”

“Oh, of course.”

“I don’t cyber with just anyone.”

Jennifer lied. “Me neither.”

The conversation went back and forth. About half was untrue, as they played coy and each tried to stay slightly more moral than the other. But the other half was honest, and drew more and more deeper as they began to open up their secret lives a bit.

Jennifer began to confess how much she thought about other women. That it excited her to think about being watched as she…touched herself. That she thought about other women touching themselves too.

Brenda confessed too. That she…masturbated. That more and more, she masturbated adana escort while thinking about being with another woman.

They both knew the other obviously cybered. They didn’t talk about that much. They certainly didn’t share any details. There was too much else to talk about. Too many thoughts overwhelming them…as they cautiously chatted…not wanting to say too much…but bursting with so much to say that they had never dared to share with anyone before.

Brenda told Jennifer that she had had these thoughts for a while now…but that they were growing stronger and stronger. Many days, she felt she had to act on them…had to let them linger in her mind…while she satisfied and pleasured herself. And Jennifer said she had them too…thoughts that she couldn’t stop…that maybe she didn’t want to stop. They were so arousing, so exciting…so hot. Very hot, they both agreed. There was another long pause.

Jennifer pulled back first. “But then afterward…” she started.

Brenda finished the thought. “You maybe don’t feel so good about it all.”

“No.”

“You feel guilty.”

“Yes.”

Jennifer suddenly felt something else. This wasn’t a tingle. It felt like a glow…a feeling of intense warmth and relief that someone else understood. Someone else who felt the way she did. But it came with other feelings. She also felt the intense sharp guilt that she always did after she cybered – the deep pit in her stomach that told her all this was wrong. As she confessed that she felt guilty, she felt the guilt return. And there was yet another feeling…of excitement…that here was another woman who was so much like her. That understood her. And who had the same feelings. The feelings about naked people…touching, kissing, playing. Who was also excited by those feelings, just like they excited Jennifer. Who masturbated thinking about them…just like Jennifer.

Brenda also felt the mixed senses…of adana escort bayan relief, of renewed guilt, and of arousal. Part of her wanted to just shut the computer off and run away. Another part wanted desperately to know how guilty Jennifer felt…whether anyone could possibly feel as bad, as awful, as despicable as Brenda sometimes felt.

And the last part wondered whether Jennifer was maybe naked right now..or if all this talk had maybe made her want to touch herself…just a bit.

It was very overwhelming. They both felt electrified and more alive than they’d ever been.

They talked more about the guilt. And here the words started spilling forth…no lies, no half-truths, but deep feelings about the hurting, binding, intense guilt they would feel after a cyber session. Masturbating made them feel guilty. The lesbian thoughts made them feel extra-guilty. But nothing felt worse than the cybering…especially mindless, anonymous cybering with some person out there they had never met, who they knew nothing about, and would probably never see again. Just emotionless masturbating with some other sex-hungry userid.

And yet they kept coming back. They kept signing on. They had some intense need…or maybe addiction…that brought them back online…sometimes with their clothes already loose or undone…needing to connect with someone else…needing some kind of sexual satisfaction.

They discovered they had both cybered with men…and had stopped. Many were just unbelievably crude and inarticulate…but others were too real…too nice and genuine…too much like the men they loved and had married and had real sex with in their real beds. They felt guilty about that…but also just uninterested. Men were not as compelling as women.

What was wrong with them? Why were they looking for sexual release with women? Jennifer confessed that it was probably the illicit excitement of lesbianism – being escort adana with a man was more conventional, while being with another woman was shocking. In a sense she knew more about a man’s body than a woman’s body other than her own. She knew how she responded…how her husband responded and how her earlier boyfriends had…..but not how another woman would respond…to her touch. To her gaze. To her lust.

Brenda agreed. There was something just so different…so compelling…about another woman. And yes, it was so wrong. But sometimes she couldn’t stop herself, and it became even more exciting to think about how wrong it was in so many ways. To fantasize that another woman was watching her. Seeing her naked. That it wasn’t Brenda touching herself, but another woman…touching and fondling and caressing her all over. Exploring her naked body..as Brenda explored hers.

They kept talking…now holding back again…not confessing just how aroused they both were. Jennifer unbuttoned her blouse and slipped her hand inside…first over her bra..then slipping under…carefully moving and feeling the rush she always felt when she touched herself. Brenda’s fingers were wandering too…pressing hard over clothes…inching underneath…as she felt herself grow wetter and wetter.

But they didn’t tell each other they were masturbating as they talked. Instead they chatted more about these feelings…the guilt, the excitement, the questions about why they did this and what compelled them. They even both went to church…they were good Christian married women…with these secret thoughts so unlike anything they had ever encountered or that were even whispered at women’s Bible study. Affairs with men, yes. Lesbian masturbation fantasies…surely that was beyond the pale…nothing that anyone could ever understand.

Except they understood each other. And as they built up to their climaxes…trying to type and keep up with the other…sharing all their feelings but not even hinting at what they were doing …they felt the glow return, by itself this time. And as they gasped and brought themselves to orgasm…a feeling of acceptance and understanding enveloped them…the sense that someone else understood.

* * *

To be continued

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Daring

I rolled over, feeling a wet mess between my legs as my well-fucked pussy dripped from the attentions my neighbour Eve had been giving to it.

“Sit up,” Eve told me.

I sat up on the bed, feeling light-headed and tingly. I felt her hands on me, as she tugged my babydoll off. I cooperated as much as I could in my sex stupor, but she did most of the work. I felt the air of the room on my bare skin and it felt nice. A moment later I felt her lips kissing my neck and then my shoulders and that was nicer. Her hands reached around from behind and clasped my breasts, massaging them as she nibbled.

“OHhhh,” I moaned, arching for her.

“You are just luscious,” she rasped against my ear between little bites and sucks. “Your skin is so soft.”

“Mmmmm,” I acknowledged, lost in sensation.

She guided me to lie back down, on my front. I felt her lay atop me so her bare breasts were on my back, so I’m guessing she took off her corset at some point. Her hard nipples and toned body pinning me to the bed felt so sexy. Eve continued to kiss and lick along my shoulders and neck and ears. I grasped the bed sheets and whimpered.

Eve kissed her way down my spine, caressing my skin and making me shiver. She gave a sexy love-bite in the small of my back that made me gasp and wriggle. Then her hands were on my buttocks, kneading them firmly, as her lips bit and kissed along my round cheeks.

“You have such a juicy ass,” she told me in between suckling bites of my skin. I moaned and shuddered with the attention.

Nuzzling into the bed, tugging the sheets, I felt delirious with sensation. No one had ever paid so much attention to so many parts of my body, or to me in general. I felt tingly all over, experiencing things I’d never imagined. Parts of me that had never been touched, let alone adored. It felt so good.

I was dreamy with pleasure, half-comatose with it, so it took me a moment to register what Eve was doing. Her hands had been kneading and appreciating my round bottom, squeezing and groping the full cheeks. She started pushing them together and then pushing them apart with the heels of her palms. I just savoured the massage. But then she surprised me. The next time she pushed my cheeks up and open, I felt her warm, wet tongue drag a line down the groove between the cheeks, licking my ass. I shivered and arched my head back.

“OH!”

I was too dizzy to know what else to say, and then I felt her deft tongue teasing my crinkled anus. No one had ever done that before! Her wet, agile tongue was flicking and circling the tight, puckered bud, making me wriggle and shiver. I gasped and whimpered, trying to figure out how to think, what to say, what to do.

Sparks ran up my spine and made me tremble. Part of my brain tried to assert itself, reminding me that this was a dirty thing to do, bums were unclean, private, personal. Nobody ever put their tongue back there, because it was a filthy thing to do! But Eve was doing it, and the soft appreciative noises she was making, it sounded like she enjoyed doing it. And, even worse, I was liking it too – I liked her tongue in my ass!

I blushed and buried my face in the bed, squirming as she licked and prodded my naughtiest hole with her tongue. I felt heat all over, and was embarrassed and aroused all at the same time. Her hands kneaded my cheeks firmly throughout, pushing and pulling me wherever she wanted me to be for her squirming tongue to have better access. That confident control was half of why it was so sexy despite being such a taboo in my mind.

Every time I thought about maybe protesting or complaining or telling her to stop, it seemed like her tongue curved or prodded or touched some new part of me, sending a spark right to my brain and making me a horny mess. I loved it. I hated it. Oh, wait, now I loved it again. I was shaking with the delicious torment.

“Ahhh!” I managed to groan, looking over my shoulder at her.

Eve’s eyes locked with mine, and I swear she grinned as she licked my ass. I blushed and felt a shudder, and then I was arching my back and screaming. Somehow this depraved treatment was making me orgasm!

I would have thought eventually a person stopped being aroused, I’d had so many orgasms since she’d come over that morning, but the more she did the wetter I seemed to get. I couldn’t get enough. My body shook and shivered, as my mind went white.

When I could think again, she was laying against my back. I could feel the wonderful pressure of her pert breasts against my skin, her nose nuzzling my cheek.

“You okay?” she said softly.

“Mmmhmmm,” I murmured.

“Good.”

Eve shifted her hips and I felt the head of her big toy up against my slit from behind. I groaned as she pushed, the tip opening my wet lips again. The angle was different – I’d always done missionary. This time I was lying on my front, with my leg pushed up a bit to give her access. Her girl-cock slid up into my pussy slowly but firmly, ankara escort touching the walls of my wet canal differently.

“OH!” I shuddered, feeling her weight pin me to the bed as the shaft filled me.

I grunted as Eve thrust into me, feeling her lean up a bit to get more leverage. Her toned arms were straight, with her hands on either side of my head on the bed. She used her hips and ass to pump her cock into me, hard, so her pelvis slapped my round bottom. I cried out each time she went in, all the way to the root, and I whimpered whenever she lifted back up. I felt every inch each and every time, and it was relentless erotic.

“FUCK!” I cried out as she pinned me to the bed again and again.

My body shook with each thrust. I could feel her against me, muscles flexing with such control, pounding her dildo into my pussy again and again. I had the surreal sensation of my physical body giving in to the fucking, while my brain thought to itself how much I admired her strong body. Eve was at once athletic and feminine, toned without being bulky. She put that strength to good use, fucking me senseless.

I dug my nails into the sheets and shuddered and melted as she pounded away.

“I love watching your round ass bounce,” she purred into my ear at one point, leaning down against me again. Her hard nipples rubbed my back.

She sat back up, and pulled my hips up. I was wobbly but didn’t resist. The change in position meant her shaft rubbed me in yet newer, exciting ways, as her hips slapped my ass harder. I felt an actual bounce in my round cheeks, as she fucked me from behind. It was less forceful, in a way, because I wasn’t pinned and didn’t have that deliriously depraved sense of being helpless, but it was just as sexy, because it was new and different.

“Ride that cock,” Eve purred, and she slapped my ass. SMACK!

I cried out, and instead of complaining, started to rock my hips, moving my body to try to match her rhythm. Okay, so now it was forceful again! She was asserting control in a different way, but still very much in charge. I humped back against her, feeling the toy deep in my pussy. Fuck, I’d never been so full.

She slapped my butt again, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain into me. I whimpered and rode her harder.

“Look at that juicy ass bounce,” she cooed, bringing both hands down on my rump in a hard spank.

I gasped and whimpered, my face burning. She was fucking me doggy-style and spanking me! I’d never envisioned either scenario. The embarrassment of it was so alarming, in that it was also arousing. I was being fucked like a dog – I was her bitch! What the fuck?

I put my face down on the bed, feeling so humiliated, but continued to rock my ass back to pump my cunt along her girl-cock obediently. Eagerly. Enthusiastically. Eve thrust into me, rocking my body. I moaned for her, and felt her reacting. The toy was still lodged in her pussy, too, so every hard thrust must have been stimulating her pussy.

That excited me. I had an idea.

I pumped my hips back, slamming my ass into her hips, riding her hard, trying to build a pace. She moaned, and held my hips as we fucked. I looked over my shoulder and saw pleasure on her face, and knew she was enjoying this as much as I was.

However, in this position I couldn’t control the pace enough. I was too wobbly and dizzy, and over-sexed. She had more leverage, not to mention more experience. If I was going to get her to orgasm, I’d need to change things up.

I licked my dry lips, having been so busy panting and moaning I hadn’t had water in a long time.

“P-p-pull out,” I managed to groan. “Just for a sec.”

Eve raised an eyebrow but indulged me. I felt her tug, and the long shaft left my stretched hole. I shivered at the sensation of her withdrawal again, feeling that weird sexy ache. I turned around and kissed her, wrapping my hand around the shaft and stroking it as our tongues danced. Eve moaned into my mouth, cupping my face and kissing me back with just as much enthusiasm.

I pushed forward, leaning over and against her, which made her fall back gradually until she was lying down and I was on top, kissing her hungrily. I kept my hand on her toy cock and guided the head to my slit. I sat up so she could see what I was doing.

“Oohh, good girl,” Eve purred as I took the shaft into my pussy, sitting atop her.

I sank down slowly, squirming, closing my eyes and gasping at the way this felt. I had never been on top with my husband. It was a very different angle, sinking down on a cock, feeling it go deep up inside me. I had to open my eyes when I hit bottom, to take a look. I couldn’t believe I’d taken the whole thing! It was so erotic seeing my lips splay open around the thick shaft. I groaned with lust. Eve did too, and grabbed hold of my ass.

I looked into her eyes and saw the desire there. I moaned and started to bounce, riding her girl-cock. My round ass went up and escort ankara down, slowly at first, bouncing in her lap. Eve groaned, shuddering, and I knew my plan was working. My weight on top was driving the other end of the toy into her pussy.

“Fuck girl, that’s it…” she groaned, her head lolling back. I picked up the pace, riding her faster.

Inspired, I grabbed her pert tits, squeezing them as I wriggled my hips to fuck her cock. Up and down, up and down, bouncing on the thick shaft. My pussy was dripping wet, making the toy glisten with my arousal. There was a wet smacking sound on the bottom of every thrust. I could smell my juices, and maybe hers too. Our aroma filled my senses. Fuck. I’d never noticed that before in my life. It was so dirty hot!

For the first time, Eve wasn’t in control. All day she’d been composed, cool, assertive. Now, with me on top, her head was rolling from side to side, her stylish hair was getting messed up, and she was making needy sounds, soft whimpers. Her hands clutched my round ass, pulling me against her with every thrust, but it was like holding on with desperation. I was getting to her.

Her delicious skin was all flushed, and her nipples swollen. I grabbed those, tugging, as I drove my hips against her pelvis, swivelling the toy inside me and inside her. I gasped. My pussy had never had such a workout, and I was soaked, but I was going to be sore tomorrow!

Eve started to shiver and wriggle as I tugged and twisted her nipples. Up to now she’d been trying to thrust her hips in tandem with me, matching my rhythm, but now her movements were more jerky and random. She was trying to push up against me, but it seemed more instinctive and reactionary. She was getting close. I intensified my thrusts, riding her cock, slamming down into her.

“Cum for me, Eve, cum for Mal,” I cooed, kneading her breasts as I fucked her cock for all I was worth.

“OHHHHHHH!”

Eve arched against me, and only my additional weight kept her strong body from knocking me off her lap. She screamed, her whole toned body going tense, and I stopped thrusting as she shook and quaked and shivered. I had made her orgasm! Me, the Mallory who had only had sex with one man until today, and vanilla, dull sex at that.

I had to smile at that. I never imagined I was capable of any of this. Beneath me Eve was oblivious, eyes closed, shivering with aftershocks, her skin all flushed and a little sweaty. I waited while she recovered. Eventually she looked up at me through half-closed eyes.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Perfect. You’re a natural,” she said softly.

We set an alarm for early in the morning and got under the covers. Both of us were feeling the exertion of our exploits. It seemed that I fell asleep almost as soon as the lights were out and my head was on the pillow.

What a day.

***

I awoke to the beeping alarm, bleary and confused. I sat up, still half-asleep, and felt lost. My surroundings were unfamiliar. This wasn’t my bedroom. I felt a moment of panic.

Eve clicked on the lamp on her night-table, and I realized where I was. I felt silly. She slid out of bed and headed towards the en suite bathroom. A moment later I heard the distinctive sound of a shower.

“Up you get, sleepyhead,” she called out to me.

I made my way to the bathroom on wobbly legs and got into the water with her. The warmth soothed my tired muscles. Eve smiled and started to soap me up, just like the last time, working a lather in my hair, massaging my scalp, and then washing the rest of my body. She was far more composed than I was, though perhaps that was because she was in better shape and had probably more experience with all-night fuck-athons than I did.

We washed quietly, and then dried off. I went to the guest room and changed into my running clothes. Eve watched in the doorway. She was keeping my lingerie with hers, where they wouldn’t be noticed. At my house they’d be very unusual.

“I’ll have your dress dry-cleaned. I’ll drop by later,” Eve said. She kissed my cheek.

I blushed and then jogged home. My insides felt all funny. First of all, because my muscles hurt, inside and out. My pussy and my legs had been working pretty hard the day before. But emotionally, I was a mess. The kiss on the cheek had been something any girlfriend would do for another, and not “girlfriend” like “passionate affair.” I didn’t know if I should read anything into that. The “drop by later” had been casual too, not the parting of romantic lovers. I didn’t know what I meant to Eve.

I was really unsure what she meant to me, either. We’d had incredible sex. A lot of it. But I didn’t know her hardly at all, and she wasn’t asking me to leave my husband. I didn’t know if I wanted to or not, not after the events of a single day. We had the kids, and a life, and one day of amazing, explosive, erotic sex was just one day…

But an incredible day!

I sighed ankara escort bayan and fought back tears, jogging around the block and then back up the street to my house. I let myself in and kicked off my shoes before running upstairs. I hid myself under the blankets of my bed, and cried until I fell back asleep. I hadn’t had nearly enough, waking up this early, and the night had been exhausting, as exciting as it was. Thinking, worrying, planning the future, that could all wait. For now, I was overwhelmed and overtired. I slept.

***

I awoke past mid-morning, closer on to lunchtime. If anything, I felt worse after. My mouth was too dry, my ears felt stuffy, and I was hungry, thirsty and sore. I took another shower to wake myself up a bit, and then got dressed in shorts and a t-shirt before going down to the kitchen for coffee and a sandwich.

My mother had texted about the twins so I responded, and then sat back and thought about the day before. I went over it in my mind and tried to make sense of it all.

Eve and I had met at the pool party two days ago, and she had seemed friendly. Her feeding me that apple slice had turned flirtatious, though I hadn’t really meant for that to happen. Clearly she had picked up on it. She had shown up at my door the next morning while our husbands golfed, and it wasn’t long before I was sucking her finger and then her pussy. My face went red just thinking about it, I hadn’t thought at all, I just got down there and got to it. She knew what she wanted, and what I wanted, and it seemed so natural.

Right here in this kitchen.

I looked around and got aroused, being in the same context, remembering what had happened. Okay, I thought to myself, maybe I should go to a different room, sit, calm down. Not hang out where the association was still fresh. I wandered out of the kitchen, and then realized my plan wasn’t that great. The front hall was where Eve had kissed me against the door and licked me, and then we’d gone upstairs to my bedroom. Crap.

I turned and went to the living room, staring into space while I sat on the couch. What was I going to do? Eve wasn’t even here and she was arousing me, taking up space in my house and in my head. I barely knew her, how was that possible?

WIthout knowing her well personally, I’d been aroused by her almost immediately. She had such confidence, she was so sure of herself. I wasn’t like that. I was a wallflower. The fact that I had somehow attracted her attention was incredibly flattering. I wondered what it was about me that had caused that for her? It was like a prom queen hanging out with a nerd, it didn’t make a lot of sense. She was so elegant, and beautiful.

I sighed. Thinking about that wasn’t going to help. What did I want? I loved my family. It was a soft, maternal thing, natural and ordinary. I wasn’t going to tear my kids’ lives apart. I didn’t want to hurt my husband, he was the person who cared the most about me. The problem was his care was gentle and considerate. Eve had shown me I wanted sex, and not gentle sex. I wanted passion and apparently a little roughness. I blushed again, thinking about the way she had taken me in the car, the mall, and then the restaurant. She had pushed my boundaries.

Last night had been even more than that. She had spanked me and fucked my pussy so thoroughly that I was probably going to feel it for days. I was sore all over. I’d never been taken like that. Ever. I wanted it again, I had to admit that. I was wet just thinking about it. Okay, so now the living room wasn’t safe. I sighed.

I got up and stretched and went for a walk around the block, trying not to think, not to feel. I just thought to enjoy the sunshine and get out of my head. My husband was in for another round of golf today, and wouldn’t be back until around dinner. The kids were at my parents’ place until next week. I had time to myself.

The thing was, I didn’t know what to do with time to myself. I was usually busy with the twins, taking care of other people. Even now, with time on my hands, I was thinking more about my family and Eve than myself. I sighed. What was I going to do?

If yesterday was any indication, whatever Eve wanted to. I was waiting until she made another move. I had to admit that to myself. I couldn’t imagine the situation I was in, so I didn’t know what to do about it or what I even wanted. But I did know that I liked responding to her.

If she wanted me, I would respond to that. That was a fact. Which meant that I was open to cheating on my husband. Who was I, all of a sudden?

***

I ran a bath when I got back from my walk. I was hoping that the hot water would ease my stiff muscles and give me some relief. I soaked in it and closed my eyes, trying to relax. I tried not to think.

Trying to blank my mind and just be turned out to be a mistake. I became incredibly aware of my body. The sore spots hurt, sure, but the warm water was like a thousand tongues on my body, and the soreness reminded me of how I got sore, which led to arousal – I’d been fucked and spanked and licked and fingered to bliss over and over again the day before. My sore pussy was now also a wet pussy. My nipples stiffened, stimulated by the warm water and cooler air. I couldn’t get comfortable. I was too horny.

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It has been two weeks since my sexual adventure with Angie and Billy and I can’t get it out of my mind. I haven’t seen Angie since that day but I see her mother, Sarah, frequently. When speaking with her I can’t help but picture me licking her sweet daughter’s pussy and I get wet every time.

Since then I have followed my normal daily routine. My husband, David, has been in Europe on business for the last three weeks and I am lonesome. I just returned from my morning aerobic workout at the health club and I am sitting in front of the computer about to enjoy a mind blasting climax as I buck on the fingers that I have sawing in and out of my ass and pussy. I am engrossed in my daily masturbation session while reading a story on my favorite porn site, Literotica. An older woman has just seduced a college girl into lesbian sex and they are involved in a hot sixty nine. My feet are on the desk and I raise my ass off the chair and I let out a loud moan as I experience a shuddering climax.

As I slump back into the chair I hear the door bell ring. Oh shit! I have to answer that. I am expecting a package from UPS and they will not leave it unless I sign. I remove my hands and loudly slurp my frothy and thick cunt sauce into my mouth. I love to eat cum. I throw my house coat on and walk down stairs, with my pussy squishing every step of the way, through the foyer and to the front door.

I try to compose myself as I open the door. Standing there is a beautiful blonde haired girl wearing a blue George Bush for president t-shirt. She is tall, but not as tall as me, with clear blue eyes.

“My name is Ann Wharndahl and I am with the George Bush re-election campaign. We are asking for contributions for his election.”

“My name is Betty. Would you like to come in for a minute? It is awfully hot outside”

“Yes Maam, I don’t mind if I do.” She said with a beautiful full mouthed smile.

Her teeth are white and sparkling in the mid-day sun. Her bottom lip is full and pouty. My first thought was that I would like to taste this beautiful girl’s pussy. I do know that I am a nasty girl and at this moment an incredibly horny one. I am shaking and have not fully come down from my climax. I know that I am panty less and my naked pussy is overflowing. My thick pussy sauce is leaking down the inside of my thighs and into my ass. My face is still flushed and moist and I hope that she does not notice.

I suggested,”Let’s move to the kitchen if you don’t mind and we can talk.”

“Yes Maam! That’s fine with me. You certainly have a nice home.” Ann said with a beautiful smile.

“Oh, thank you! Would you like a coke or something to drink?” I asked.

“Water would be fine.”She answered.

I poured us both a glass of cold water and I sat opposite her at the dining table. Damn but she was beautiful. Her hair was long and in addition to the Bush t-shirt she had on a pair of loose fitting white shorts. She had a flat tummy and a slender body. Her legs were long and firm. The look of her made my mouth begin to salivate and I swallowed. I decided right then that I was going to make a proposition to her. After all I didn’t know her and she didn’t know me. We were perfect strangers. This situation certainly fit my criteria for possible sex partners.

“Are you a college student Ann and how old are you? I asked.

“Yes maam I am. I attend the University of Minnesota and I am twenty. I took the semester off to campaign for President Bush.”

“Do they pay you to do this?”I asked.

“Only expenses,” was her answer.

“Are your parents paying your way through college?”I inquired.

“No Maam. I have a grant that pays tuition and room and board and I work part time to make spending money. It’s a tough way to go but I’m going to make it.”She replied with a determined look on her face.

I sensed and opening and said.”You are an extremely attractive girl, Ann. Would you like to have lunch with me?”

“Thank you Miss Betty! I would like that if you really don’t mind. It’s almost noon and I am famished. I was just about to take a lunch break.”She answered with that beautiful smile.

“How much time do you have?”

“We don’t follow a schedule but I have to meet with the group at about two o’clock.”

I decided to go for broke and followed with,”Then we have time. I have a proposition for you so please listen carefully to me and please try not to be offended by what I say. I am going to write a check in the amount of $250 for the Bush campaign.”

“Wow! That is a generous amount.”She exclaimed.

“And I will give you $300.00 cash for your personal use,” I said and then waited for her response.

With a puzzled look on her face she asked, “Why the additional money for me?”

“I want something in return Ann.”

“And what is that, Miss Betty?”

“I want you to eat my pussy.” I answered.

A shocked look came over her face and she asked. “Are you serious?”

“Yes I am. Have you ever eaten pussy before?

Her indignant response was, “No! Never! I can’t believe afyon escort that you asked me that. Why did you?”

“Ann, baby,I find you attractive and I want to make love with you. This is a perfect situation for both of us. We are total strangers and no one will ever know what we do here. The Bush campaign benefits and you make a little extra spending money. I’ll bet you’ve thought about making it with a girl. Don’t tell me that you aren’t at least a little bit interested.”

“Are you a lesbian?”She asked.

My indignant reply was,”No! I am a happily married woman with two children and I do not intend to ever screw that up. I ate my first pussy about two weeks ago and I liked it. I have discovered that I just like sex period. I still love a big, hard cock but I like to eat pussy too. If you decide to accept my offer you will too. Believe me.”

“Miss Betty, If I leave right now can I still have the Bush contribution?”

My answer was,”The offer is all or nothing and I’ll bet that your pussy is wet thinking about it. When you came to my door I was up stairs masturbating and I just had a fantastic orgasm. My pussy is dripping wet and I would like to see your pretty little mouth lick me clean. What do you say Annie girl?”

With a perplexed look on her beautiful face she said,”I can’t believe that this is happening to me. That you are talking to me this way. I can’t believe that I am even considering your offer. I should leave but that is a big contribution and I can certainly use the money. I do find this situation strangely exciting and I am turned on. And yes! My pussy is wet. I think that you are a beautiful woman and the thought of licking your pussy does interest me. But I have never done anything like this before. If I do are you sure that no one will ever know?”

In an attempt to put her at ease I said,”No one will ever know pretty girl. I certainly won’t tell. I don’t want to screw my marriage up but I want you bad.”

A flushed look came over her face and she said,”I’m afraid. Doing this would be naughty but the thought does excite me. I have thought about doing this before but I never thought the opportunity would arise. Damn! I could sure use that spending money. I can’t believe that I am even considering it. I feel so naughty. It must be the suddenness of it. I never expected this to happen to me. If you are certain that no one will know. Alright, but you will have to show me what to do.”

I stood up and walked to the kitchen counter. I looked back over my shoulder at her and said. “Come over here naughty girl and kneel down behind me. Do exactly as I say and come get you lunch.”

Ann dutifully stood and tentatively began walking toward me. I leaned over the counter and rested my upper body on it. I looked back as she kneeled down. I bunched my house coat around my waist completely exposing my ass and pussy to her. I heard her gasp and say. “I have never looked at a pussy before. You are so wet.”

“Lick it pretty girl. Lick it with your whole tongue. Put that beautiful face in it.” I demanded.

Without hesitation she leaned forward and licked the length of my twat with a flat tongue.

I shuddered and gasped, “That’s it Annie. Lick it good girl. Taste my thick pussy sauce. Is it good girl?

“Oh yes Miss Betty! I like the taste. I can’t believe that I am doing this. Your sauce is so thick. It tastes so good. I love the way your pussy smells. I’m so fucking turned on. So fucking hot! I want to make it good for you” She began to suck and slurp noisily at my love box.

“Oh suck it baby, yes that’s it, suck it.” Her breathing had grown heavier and I felt her hands move to caress my ass cheeks. I spread my legs wider and bent my knees a little to give her better access. I lifted the top of my body and removed my coat. I looked down between my legs and I could see a large damp spot in the crotch of her shorts.

As I lay back on the counter top the feel of the cold tiles on my hard nipples sent shock waves down to my pussy. Ann began to suck my pussy lips into her mouth and I began to move my ass in a slow pumping motion. Her tongue parted my lips and she slowly worked down to my clit with a loud slurping sound. My, unusually long, cock like, clit was protruding. She was getting into it and so was I. I can’t believe that this beautiful girl, who I just met, is eating my pussy.

“Suck my clit little girl. Suck Miss Betty’s clit. I orgasm in multiples, so don’t stop. Damn it baby you are going to make me cum.”

Ann began to lick and suck my clit with a vengeance as she sensed that I was near. She moved her hands to my hips and pulled my pussy tight to her face and sucked and slurped loudly.

I started to buck my hips as I shoved my cunt into her face and I gasped, “Ohhhh Yessssss, Oh God Yessss.” Bucking harder, “You have your whole face in it. Yessss Baby Yessss. Fuck Yessss, I’mmmm Cumming!”

I stopped bucking and I could feel my hips and body quiver. Ann continued to slowly and lovingly lick the juice from the folds afyon escort bayan of my pussy.

“Annie baby you did good. Did you enjoy licking Miss Betty’s pussy?”

Gasping for breath she replied, “I can’t believe I made you cum. I sucked you to orgasm and you came so much. Your juice is so thick and good. I love the taste so much I can’t stop licking.”

“Please don’t. We are not finished yet. Move your tongue higher.”

Ann moved her tongue higher until she was at the lowest part of my pussy.

“Oh no baby, move your tongue higher.”

She did not completely understand and started kissing and licking the cheeks of my ass. By the way she licked I could tell that the feel of my cheeks on her mouth excited her. I reached down between my legs and started to rub my clit.

“That’s it baby girl, now lick my asshole.”I directed.

Annie hesitated, but for only a second, and moved her mouth to my asshole. As soon as her tongue touched me there I let out a moan, “Ohhhh yessss pretty baby, ohhhh yessss that’s what I like. Yesssssss. That’s what Miss Betty likes.”

She started flicking her tongue across it. My hips stated to rotate and buck a little as I fingered my clit furiously.

“God yes Annie. God yesss do my ass baby.”

Encouraged by my words she put her mouth over my asshole and started French kissing it. This sent me into a frenzy and I began to buck harder. She again grabbed me by both hips and pulled my ass into her face. Her mouth was tight on my asshole now as she tongue fucked me as I bucked. She would nibble the tight rim of my hole and then suck and deeply tongue it. I furiously fingered my clit and bucked as she devoured my asshole.

“YESSS… OH GOD YESSSSS… TONGUE MY ASS BABY GIRL…. YESSS OHHH YESSSS FRENCH MY ASS ANNIE BABY YESSS… OHHH GAWWWD!

I came again as I quivered violently. I slumped forward on the counter and relaxed for a moment. I then slowly straightened up and turned to look at her. She was still on her knees and looking up at me. That pretty face was flushed and slick with my pussy juice.

She smiled at me with a slightly dazed look on her face and asked, “I licked your asshole. I can’t believe I did that. I am a nasty girl. I French kissed your asshole and loved doing it. I made you come. Was it good Miss Betty?”

“Yes it was pretty girl. My legs are still shaking. That was the best orgasm that I have ever experienced. Let’s go upstairs and get you cleaned up. It looks like you have made a mess in your shorts.”

“Miss Betty, I am so hot! My pussy is on fire. I have never been turned on like this in my life. I had an orgasm too while I was being nasty licking your ass. I don’t want to stop. I want you to do me.”

I grabbed her by the hands and lifted her up. I led her up the stairs to my computer room which joins our master bed room. She let me lead her to the bedroom. When we entered I sat on the edge of the bed while she stood directly in front of me.

“Now take your clothes off I want to see that beautiful body.” Ann did not hesitate and quickly pulled her shirt over her head then reached behind her back and undid her bra. She let it slip off her shoulders and down to the floor. Her tits were beautiful and firm. They were about the size of an apple with long pointed nipples that were as hard as an eraser on a pencil. My little baby girl was still deeply aroused.

I reached up and pulled her to me and I said, “Slow down a little and let me taste those pretty little tits.”

As she leaned forward I fastened my mouth on one of those turgid nipples and begin to gently suck. I flicked it with my tongue and begin to gently bite at it with my teeth.

Ann gasped and said, “Oh sweet Jesus that feels good. Bite my nipples Miss Betty. Suck my titties!”

Her words of encouragement spurred me on and I begin to suck hard on her nipples as I switched from one to the other. I would try to take as much of her tit as I could into my mouth as I sucked and nibbled. I looked up and her mouth was hanging open and a combination of my pussy juice and saliva was dripping from the corners. Her large pouty bottom lip was swollen and appeared to be bruised from licking my pussy and ass. God, she was beautiful! I had to taste that bottom lip. I stood up and took it between my lips and began to gently suck. Her tongue reached out and licked at my upper lip and nose so I released her lip and took her probing tongue into my mouth. I could taste my juices on her tongue and I sucked it harder. I then slid my tongue into her mouth and she began to suck it. Annie was really turned on and I thought that she would suck it right out of my mouth.

I pulled back and gasped, “Take off your bottoms. I want to see your pussy.” Without hesitation we both grasped her shorts at the waist and pulled them down. Ann was wearing a pair of full sized, light blue cotton panties. The crotch was completely soaked with her secretions and almost transparent. I could clearly see the outline of her pussy. Her juices were almost escort afyon dripping from the cloth.

I said, “Stop pretty baby, I need to taste those panties.”

I leaned forward as I pulled her crotch to me and I licked the front of her panties. The taste was ambrosia. I sucked the material into my mouth and savored the taste of her juices.

Annie gasped and said, “Sweet Jesus! My pussy is on fire! Eat my pussy Miss Betty. Eat it now.”

I pulled her panties off and sat her on the edge of the bed. I then grabbed her behind the knees and pushed her legs back until they touched her shoulders. Her pussy was wide open and beautiful with full swollen lips. Her juices were flowing and running into the crack of her ass. Little Annie was indeed on fire.

I kneeled between her legs and said, “I’m going to lick you good baby girl. I’m going to devour that beautiful pussy.”

I was hungry for her pussy and I did not waste any time. I kissed and licked my way down the inside of her thighs and she began make little gasping sounds as she waited to have her pussy licked for the first time. I put my hands on the inside of her thighs and forced her legs further apart and I then slowly licked the length of her dripping cunt from her asshole to her clit. Ann shook with a little mini-orgasm.

I licked the full length of her pussy over an over, hard and slow, making it as noisy as I could. I slurped loudly as I swallowed her sweet nectar. Ambrosia! I was in pussy heaven. I had my whole face in it and my face and chin were soaking wet. I was salivating like mad and my spit added to the concoction. I couldn’t get enough and I licked her over and over and she kept shuddering, putting her hands on the top of my head as if she were afraid that I might stop. Her clit was hard and distended. It was almost as long as mine. I stuck one finger into her pussy and moved up to her clit and began to suck her little cock.

Annie bucked hard into my face and screamed, “I’M GOING TO CUM BABY! Eat my pussy! Suck my fucking clit!

Then she began to chant loudly, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. That’s it! Suck it hard Miss Betty. Ohhh Yessss, Oh Yesss I’m cummminnng! And screamed. FUCK YES! I’MMM CUMMMMING!

I was sucking and slurping loudly on her clit as she bucked into my face. As she finished Cumming she relaxed and her body kind of slumped into the bed. A combination of her pussy juice and my saliva had leaked down to her pretty little asshole. I took one of my fingers and gently lubricated it. I continued to languidly lick her pussy as I stuck my finger into her ass. She gasped as I pressed my finger in, slowly until it was buried knuckle deep in her tight little ass. I then slid my finger in and out of her hole steadily as I resumed sucking her pussy.

Almost immediately she became rigid and started bucking again and began to scream, “YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM AGAIN! THAT’S IT FINGER FUCK MY ASSHOLE. FUCK IT HARD SWEET BABY! I’M GOING TO DIE CUMMING! OHHHH SHHITT I’M CUMMMIINNNG!

I pulled my finger from her ass and gave her pussy one long lick then I stood up, released her legs, and she slumped exhausted into the bed.

“Ann, get up on all fours and stay on the edge of the bed I’m not through with you yet. I want to eat that tight ass.”

She did as told and got on her hands and knees on the bed. Then looked back at me and said, “Eat my ass pretty lady. I can’t get enough of this good shit. Tongue fuck me baby.”

I dropped to my knees and gave her sopping wet pussy a long lick from her clit to her asshole. When my tongue hit her asshole she jumped like she’d been hit with electricity. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer and started licking her asshole. I rolled my tongue up and tried to stick it as far as it would go. She was writhing and moved her fingers to her clit and started to rub. She spasmed a couple of times against my face and then started to buck hard. She was going to cum again.

Ann started making all kinds of noises. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh God I’m gonna cum again. I can’t believe that you are tongue fucking my ass. Deeper, Miss Betty, deeper and harder. French kiss my ass you bitch! Tongue fuck it, tongue fuck my ass. FUCK YES, I’M CUMMMINNNG!

She fell exhausted on her side and lay there panting as she tried to come down from her sexual high. But I wasn’t through yet I had this overwhelming desire to really fuck her. At that moment I wished I had a long, hard cock to stick in her sweet little pussy. Since that wasn’t possible I decided to do the next best thing. We could rub our pussies together.

I scissored my legs between hers until our bottoms touched. I put my hands behind me for support and I bucked into her. Our clits touched and she also begin to buck into me. As our clits touched I pressed my pussy to hers and we begin to rub our clits over one another, together, reveling in the pleasure. Our pussies were unbelievably wet and as we slid them together we made sloppy sloshing noises.

I made up my mind that I needed to buy a good strap on. I grabbed her ankle and ground my pussy into hers. I then humped her slightly and ground her again. She was bucking and grinding as our clits rubbed together. She moaned and mewed and whimpered as she ground that pretty, swollen and sopping wet pussy into mine. I was about to cum again when Ann begin to talk.

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Two weeks have gone by since Brittany had her first sexual encounter with Coach Phillip and then her first 3 some with Mr. Moore and Mrs. Keibler. She was feeling kind of ill today, but she still wanted to go to school n e ways to practice for her first Volleyball game.

Of course her parents won’t home, so her Uncle Keith took her temperature. Brittany was still laying in bed with nothing on but a long XXXL shirt, that would give her bra-less enormous boobs some room to move around. She also had on a black thong.

Uncle Keith was getting very excited, watching Brittany move. Her chest rising and falling from her breathing. His cock was really hard. Just wanting to burst from his jeans. He dreams about having sex with his own niece every night and glad that he could watch her while her parents worked. Since they were rich, he ain’t have to work.

Brittany told her uncle that she was ok to go to school and if she felt ill, she could go to the nurse’s office and call him to come get her. Keith agreed. So Brittany got dress and headed out the door. She wasn’t in the mood to drive so she got on the morning bus.

Brittany wasn’t even in the mood to try and hide her colossal melons under layers and layers of clothing. She wore gray jogging pants and had on just a black T-shirt with the band name Incubus stretched across her big tits. She ain’t even have a bra on. She never leaves the house without a bra on of any kind. So as soon as she stepped up on the bus, the bus driver couldn’t keep his eyes of her huge boobs, bouncing up and down. Even in the ally way, other teens were staring and drools at her massive hooters, bulging out of her shirt and swaying nicely. She took her seat in the back and chilled with her arms across her chest so that the bus movements wouldn’t make her big titties cause a scene like they already have.

The bus came to a stop and so did her huge tits, bouncing and wobbling around under her shirt. Brittany exited the bus and met up with her friends by the entrance way.

“What’s wrong Brit?” asked Kristen.

“I don’t know. Just not feeling good today but come to my house tonight and ask if you guys can sleepover for the weekend,” Brittany said.

“Sure,” Kristen reply.

“We’ll love to come Brit.” said the twins, Danielle and Trishelle.

“And don’t tell Tommy. This is only for the girls,” Brittany added.

“Ok Brit. This must be something serious then,” said Kristen.

“Yeah. So just come to my house tonight around 7 p.m. and I’ll explain everything then alright?” Brit said before going into the building.

By the time 3 period arrived, Brittany still wasn’t feeling good. The teacher send Brittany down to the nurse’s office to get checked on.

“What seems to be the problem Mrs. Clarkson,” asked the nurse.

“I don’t know. I’m just not feeling good,” Brittany said dazed.

“I see,” said the nurse. “Stomach pains, headache, chest pains, sore throat, or anything else that I ain’t name.”

“Chest pains, my stomach hurts a little bit. I had a fever before I came to school,” Brittany said.

“Why ain’t you stay home then Mrs. Clarkson?” asked the nurse.

“Because I had thought it would go away after I took some medicine but I guess I was wrong,” Brittany said with her eyes closing a bit.

“Well, lets get you onto the table so I can give you a check up,” the nurse said.

Brittany hopped up on the door, boobs bouncing and all as the nurse closed the door, put a sign on the door that says “Do Not Disturb” and locked it.

“Okay Brittany. I need to you take off your shoes and your shirt,” the nurse ordered.

“I must warn you that I’m not wearing a bra and I’m pretty ample on top,” Brittany said.

“Child. I’m a female nurse. I have boobs. Sure not big ones but still and I have see some big ones and some little ones. It’s my job to check you chest if your having pains. I’m not a lesbian, so you have nothing to worry about darling,” said the nurse. Then giving Brittany a wink. “But you do look pretty massive under that shirt dear. Lets have a look see.”

Brittany lifted her shirt up and her gigantic boobs came up with the shirt and then flopped down, smacking against her chest and then hitting each other, wobbling and swaying forth and back. The nurse never seen anything like it in all her years of nursing.

“My god child! What cup size are you?” the nurse asked , shocked and in disbelief.

“I wear a double e cup,” Brittany said.

“And your only 18 right?” asked the nurse, still staring at the ample boobs.

“Yes. I been growing since elementary school,” Brittany replied.

“Jesus! You have the biggest set of breasts I have ever seen on a girl. Have your parents or anyone ever wondered why you so huge? Have you been to doctors or specialist?” asked the nurse.

“My parents don’t even notice me anymore and when they did, they got me help about my growth problem but the doctors and specialist couldn’t figure out why and I’m the only girl in my family on both sides that have a pair of double E’s,” Brittany explained.

“My adıyaman escort god child. Those might not be healthy,” said the nurse, being turned on by the swaying hooters. “Do they hurt your back?”

“Yeah. And doctors have asked me if I wanted to have a breast reduction and I turn them down. I don’t ever want to change myself for anyone. I’m happy the way I am and if people can’t accept me for having large breast. Then so be it. Doesn’t bother me,” Brittany said.

“Ok. Lets have a listen to your heart shall we,” said the nurse, putting on her stethoscope.

She brought it down to Brittany’s chest, just above her mammoth left tit which ain’t sag a bit and defined gravity and stuck straight out with the plum size areolas and small tan nipple. The nurse brushed her arm against it a little bi, causing it to jiggle while trying to find her heart. The nurse couldn’t keep her eyes off Brittany’s enormous left tit just inches below her. Feeling the smooth, soft boob skin against her arm was making the nurse wet between the legs. Then she started moving it around the top of the huge left breast.

“Oh. That’s cold,” mumble Brittany.

Brittany’s nipples begun to turn rock hard and the nurse could feel one, pointing in her forearm. She started moving her forearm up and down the nipple. Rubbing and brushing it. Brittany started to let soft moans slide between her lips.

The nurse stared into Brittany’s face and knew she was enjoying herself just as she was. The nurse couldn’t fight her urges any longer and buried her head between Brittany’s delicious big tits. Kissing them from the sides and in between. Wrapping an arm around each big tit and squeezing them around her head. Smelling Brittany’s perfume within her cleavage. Leaving a salvia valley between her two large tits.

“HMMMMMM,” moaned Brittany.

Then the nurse started sucking on the nipples. Switching from one nip to the other. Chewing and biting before licking and sucking on it. She stuck a good chunk of huge left soft tit into her mouth, sucking on the areolas, deep inside her mouth. Her small hands were squeezing what they could of the massive tits. She stopped sucking for a minute to just hold the big tits up and jiggle them around. Then pulling them by the nipples to watch them stretch out from her chest. Then letting go to watch them smack against each other and her chest. Bouncing wildly.

“OOOH!. I love this,” said the extremely horny nurse.

She laid Brittany down on the table and took off her jogging pants, half way to her knees. Stopping to suck on a tit. Swirling her tongue around a hard, now red nipple. She then rolled Brittany’s thong down her legs and started to rub the outer walls of the pussy. Then rubbing her fingers inside the pussy. Twisting and pulling on the enlarge clit inside.

“OOOH yes,” moaned Brittany.

As the nurse fingered Brittany’s wet and juicy vagina, she could not stop feasting on Brittany’s huge melons. Taking in mouthfuls of tit meat and sucking on it. Giving Brittany’s big tits blow jobs. Using her free hand to make her tits into a cylinder cone shape and then sucking down on it and getting as much of the tit into her mouth as possible, before releasing the wet ample orb and watching it smack back down onto her chest. That caused Brit to have multiple orgasms.

The fingering and the tit sucking made Brittany cum really hard. The nurse smashed her head into Brittany’s right big tit, trying to really increase the fingering she was giving Brittany. In and out, rubbing and pulling on the clit.

The nurse removed her fingers and started to lick the cum off. Then gave Brittany a taste of her own cum by lowing her middle finger into Brit’s mouth and letting her suck on it. While she did that, the nurse was giving Brittany’s giant melons, one last oral suck, making Brittany orgasm some more and cum again.

The nurse helped Brittany get back dress and called for her Uncle to come pick her up at the front door.

“I hope your get better Brittany,” said the nurse, giving Brittany’s big tits one last squeeze.

Brittany left the nurse’s office and headed to the front door where her uncle was waiting to pick her up.

When Brittany got home, she ate some soup, took some medicine and then took a nap before seven ’O’ clock rolled around and her friends would be coming over for a sleepover…

It was 7 ’O’ clock and Brittany’s friends arrived at her house with all their sleepover gear. Uncle Keith let the girls in and told them that Brittany was upstairs waiting for them. Of course Uncle Keith was trying not to make an ass out of himself with 3 very sexy girls arriving and his sexy niece upstairs. He thought he was the lucky man in the world to be in a house with 4 big breasted chicks.

The girls when up stairs to meet Brittany in her room. Once they opened the door, she was laying on her stomach, wearing nothing more then a large triple x T-shirt, white cotton panties and socks. Her enormous tits were squashed to her sides.

“Hello ladies,” said Brittany.

“How escort adıyaman are you feeling Brit?” asked Trishelle.

“Much better now. Guess it was a 24 hour flu bug or something,” Brit said.

“So what was that very important thing you wanted to tell us from earlier Brit?” asked Kristen.

“I’ll tell you guys in a bit. Right now, get your pajamas on and lets watch some movies,” Brittany said.

The girls started to get undress. Uncle Keith on his luck, happen to be walking by and stopped to take a peek in the crack of the door. He saw Kristen first as she took off her pants and had a white thong on. When she bend over, he saw a great view of her heart shaped ass. His cock was getting hard. Then her shirt came off and her big tits were trying to go over the white lacy D cup bra she had on. That soon came off. Uncle Keith’s hard dick, just got a little more harder. All he could see though was the sides of Kristen’s huge globes as her back was turned from the door. As she bend over to get her tank top, he saw her big boobs dangling down and swaying beneath her in all their glory. She put her braless boobs into her tight tank top.

Then Uncle Keith turned his attention to the twins who were just putting on their shirts. By then, his cock is throbbing to be released. Danielle was buttoning up a long white shirt. Uncle Keith got a good look at her braless 34 DD’s. They stuck out from her chest and not a bit of sag. Though he would like to see more of her, from his angle, it was good enough.

Trishelle however, was fully dressed in pajama top and bottom. Though it was clear that she was very stacked just like her twin sister. Her big boobs stuck out like enormous torpedoes. Jiggling with each step she took. Since it was kind of cold in the house, her nipples were kind of hard.

The girls joined Brittany on her queen size bed to watch a horror movie called Texas Chainsaw Massacre. During the movie, the girls were getting scared and were snuggling up with each other. Pressing their big tits against one another.

The movie had ended and the girl decided to watch the other movies tomorrow or something.

“So Brittany. Tell us what you wanted to tell us from earlier?” asked Danielle.

“Alright then. Ladies. I am no longer a virgin,” Brittany said, shocking them.

“Are you for real?” asked Kristen surprised.

“Yes. I’m for real. As real as my big ol titties,” Brittany said.

“When? How? Who? Where?” asked the twins.

“Two weeks ago at school. Unfortunately, Coach Phillip took my virginity,” Brittany said sadly. As much as the girls ain’t want to laugh at their friend, they couldn’t help it and busted out laughing.

“Geez guys. Thanks for the support,” Brittany said.

“We’re sorry Britty but Coach Phillip. He ain’t no Brad Pitt. Not even a Tom Hanks and he ain’t that attractive,” said Kristen, giggling, causing her big boobs to jiggle with her.

“How was it though? Finally having sex,” asked Trishelle.

“It hard for a while. He knew what he was doing too so I let him do his thing and I did mines,” Brit said.

“Wow! Still can’t believe you lost your virginity. We thought you would never lost it,” said Danielle.

“I thought so too,” said Brittany.

“But that’s not all. I had a 3 some the day after with Mr. Moore and his assistant, Mrs. Keibler,” Brittany said.

“No fucking way!” said a shocked Trishelle.

“Yes way. Remember I told you that they wanted me to come to see if I wanted to model for them and I turned it down,” Brittany said.

“Yes. We ain’t know you guys had a 3 way. That’s awesome,” said Danielle.

“Wow Brit. Your not a little girl anymore. Experiencing things we never did,” said Kristen.

The twins started to look around the room and act like nothing has happen.

“Well you guys are acting strange. What’s up? asked Kristen.

“Oh nothing. Just that Brittany ain’t the only one to have had a 3 way before,” said Trishelle.

“Oh really?” said Kristen.

“Yes. Me and my sister had one with my old boyfriend Greg a few months back,” Danielle said.

“Damn you guys. Having all the fun and keeping me out of it,” said Kristen.

“Awe. We’re sorry Kristy,” said Danielle, giving her a hug, smashing her huge boobs into Kristen’s smaller but still big tits.

Just then, Kristen started to kiss Danielle on the lips. Danielle ain’t try and fight it. She was kissing Kristen back. Sliding their tongues down each other throats. Trishelle and Brittany just watched and were kind of surprise by what was going on.

Both Kristen and Danielle were moving their hands up and down each other’s bodies. Squeezing each other’s ample asses. Then, Kristen started to kiss down Danielle’s neck while unbuttoning her shirt. She ain’t waste no time and just unbuttoned it enough so Danielle’s gigantic tits could be free for everyone to see. Her nipples were big and pink with small tan areolas.

Kristen’s hands were kneading her massive boobs. Smacking them against each other adıyaman escort bayan and rubbing them up and down before diving her face into the soft huge pillows of Danielle’s enormous melons. Sucking on the right big nipple first and then the left. Never letting her hands off the big tits. Sliding her tongue up and down the melons. Wetting each smooth spot on her tit surface.

Trishelle and Brittany couldn’t believe their eyes that Kristen was sucking Danielle’s big boobs. It was kind of turning them both on to watch the two girls suck each other. Trishelle leaned over and kissed Brittany on the lips. Brittany ain’t have a problem kissing girls since she let Mrs. Keibler fondle her and the nurse.

Trishelle started to suck on Brit’s tongue while her hands moved into Brit’s panties. Sliding her fingers deep into Brit’s pussy hole. Brit was moaning while Trishelle was licking and kissing her face.

Danielle had Kristen’s big tits in her hands, sucking as much of the right tit meat into her mouth as possible. Kristen was fingering her own wet pussy, getting herself even more hornier. Danielle’s tongue was working Kristen’s small pink nipples. Swirling around them. Then using her teeth to bit on them and pull the nipple from her tits, stretching her tits from her chest. She would then let go and watch her big boobs smash against her chest. Jiggling and wobbling all over. Kristen had an orgasm.

Trishelle was between Brittany’s legs, licking and sucking Brittany’s clit.

“OOOOH GOD!” moaned Brittany. “That’s right. Eat me Trish. Feeeeeeeels so good.”

Brittany arch her back, feeding her pussy to Trishelle’s open mouth. Trishelle started to thrust her tongue in and out of Brittany’s pussy. She moved her hands up to grab hold of Brittany’s still shirt cover huge boobs. Squeezing them. Brittany joined her hands in squeezing her big tits too. Then finally, taking off the shirt to free her monster boobs, that flopped out in thunderous slaps against her chest.

Danielle and Kristen saw Brittany’s naked tits and each sat down on an opposite side of Brit and grab a huge tit in their hands and started to feast on it.

“HMMMM,” Brittany moaned.

All 3 of her friends were now tasting her delicious goods. Kristen and Danielle both had mouthfuls and handfuls of tit meat while Trishelle was sucking harder and harder on Brittany’s clit. Still inserting 3 fingers into her tasty and juicy pussy. Brittany couldn’t take it anymore and had came under the pressure. Her cum got all over Trishelle’s face and inside her mouth. Trishelle swallowed some while still licking the wet pussy. Danielle had dropped her Brittany’s big boob out of her mouth and grabbed her gym bag she brought over. Kristen took the opportunity to suck on both enormous tits. Squeezing them and mashing them around Brittany’s chest. Sucking one nipple while pinching and pulling the other.

Danielle had pulled out a huge 12 black strap on cock.

“Holy shit,” said Kristen, dropping the massive boobs back on Brittany’s chest.

“We came prepared,” said Trishelle, getting off the bed and grabbing out another strap on dildo which was white and 10 inches.

The twins laid Kristen next to Brittany and opened their legs wide and started to insert the huge fake cocks into their friends. Trishelle had Brittany’s legs on her shoulders, while thrusting the 12 inch strap on deep into her pussy. Rocking her up and down, thighs quivering from the force of the thrust and her big tits quaking and shaking all over. That really turned Trishelle on as her own big hooters were swaying back and back.

“OH fuck yeah,” moaned Brittany.

Danielle had Kristen in the same position. Pounding her pussy hard with one leg spread out and the other in the air. Danielle started licking Kristen’s leg up and down until she got to the arch of her foot. Then started sucking on it. Then used her tongue to go up and down the sweaty foot. Reaching the toes. She sucked on Kristen’s small toes and then gave the big toe a mini-blow job. Kristen felt like she was high. Enjoying her foot being sucked and her pussy impaled by the huge black fake cock. Kristen wanted double the pleasure for her feet, so she moved the other foot to Danielle’s mouth and now Danielle was sucking Kristen’s feet at the same time. Smelling the nasty odor of her sweaty feet while licking and sucking them.

Brittany moved her head over to Kristen’s big bouncy left tit and started sucking on it. Swirling her long tongue around the entire tit. Kissing up and down the tit. Leaving no skin dry. She sucked so hard on the side of the big tit, that she left a huge hickie, but Kristen didn’t care because she was enjoying the attention she was getting from her feet being sucked, her left tit sucked and being fucked by the huge black fake cock.

Soon the twins had switched Brittany’s and Kristen’s positions and were riding them doggy style. The twins had powerful grips on both girl’s set of huge boobs. Squeezing them and acting like their milking cow udders. Pulling and pinching at their nipples, making them more hornier. Little did the girls know that, Uncle Keith was standing in the doorway, looking through the cracked door, jerking off to them. His cock was extremely hard, watching two girls get fucked from behind by two other girls and all four of their big tits moving up and down, swaying, jiggling, and just bouncing all over.

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Getting on the bus with only a few minutes to spare, Jen rushed towards a seat at the rear. Not too many on the bus, but that was to be expected – it was the ‘red eye’. She threw her overnight bag and a small box on the seat beside her. Andy’s mom had sent a ‘care package’ for him – frozen spaghetti sauce, homemade cabbage rolls, chocolate chip cookies and chocolate peanut butter brownies to die for! Andy might never taste those brownies if the midnight munchies hit.

She was heading back up to college after having spent the weekend at home with her family. Andy would pick her up at the bus station in the morning. Hopefully she could catch some sleep overnight but her track record of sleeping on a bus was not good – all that jousling made it hard to sleep without getting car sick!

She had been reading for over an hour when she put her book down…if she didn’t try, she’d never get to sleep and be in no mood for fun the next day when Andy picked her up. A quick trip to the washroom and then she’d try to sleep. On route to the toilet, she passed just one girl sitting a few rows back from her. She looked up and smiled a groggy-kind of smile. Guess she’s not the only one who can’t sleep on buses.

Bus bathrooms were the worst – barely any room to move and constant movement as you try to sit down on the toilet! Adjusting her skirt as she left the bathroom, Jen looked up to see the pretty blond looking at her. She smiled, embarrassed to be caught adjusting her skirt in the aisle way. If the blond knew she had no panties on agrı escort underneath in anticipation of Andy’s pick-up, she’d be even more embarrassed!

As she passed by, the blonde said “Can’t sleep, either?”

“No” Jen replied, “The red-eye’s tough – hours of driving, too dark to do anything and too much jiggling around to catch any sleep.”

“Wanna join me? We’ve got a long ride.”

“Sure” said Jen “I’m Jen”

“I’m Tara, come sit down.”

Jen and Tara talked easily for hours. Jen stared at Tara. She was beautiful, and what a great body. Her breasts were supple and you could see the nipples pushing through the fabric of her blouse. You could see a small buldge below her nipple; she must be wearing a nipple ring. She looked up to see Tara smiling at her. “Yeah, they’re pierced. I like it. Makes me feel sexy.” Tara said. Jen smiled back.

It must have been 3 am and they were still chatting and giggling about all their people watching experiences. Jen told her about the last time she rode the bus home, the guy sitting in the row next to her had a hard-on for what seemed like hours….must have been a Viagra overdose! Tara told Jen about the couple she watched the last time she took the bus – “The way he rode his pretty girlfriend gave new meaning to ‘smooth bus ride'”The red-eye’s definitely the best opportunity to do it on a bus…not too many riders, low lights and seats that recline! You ever done it?” Tara asked.

“No, you?”

“A friend and I did some serious escort ağrı touching and groping one ride. We had to be discreet though, too many riders. My friend had a great body like you. Long legs and pretty little tits like you.” Tara added.

Jen blushed and grinned.

“Wanna play a little bit? No one’s around…” Tara said.

Jen smiled shyly at Tara and before she could answer, she felt Tara’s fingers near her clit. Tara laughed as she realized Jen had no underwear on. Her fingers moved swiftly into Jen’s vagina and a quick stroking rythym began. As Tara’s fingers pulsed in Jen’s clit, her other hand pushed up under her shirt and plucked at the perk nipple.

To spite herself, Jen let out a soft moan. She had never played with another woman. What was she doing? She was on her way back to the city. Andy would be picking her up in another couple of hours. But God, it felt incredible. Her excitement was mounting. With a few more strokes, Tara would have her cumming.

Tara fidgeted in her seat and stopped stroking altogether. Jen looked on bewildered. Had they been seen? Couldn’t be, the lights were all off… Before she knew it, Tara was kneeling in front of her, pushing Jen’s leg aside to get a better position. Her tongue delved into Jen’s twat and shear ectasy ensued!

It was amazing. Andy had given Jen oral sex before but something about doing it woman to woman…Tara knew just where to lick, how to thrust her tongue inside and hit all the right places. And when she sucked ağrı escort bayan the tip of the clitoris, Jen felt like she would explode. Her ass began thrusting and Tara kept her face in tight, licking and fingering until Jen came like never before. Tara looked up from between Jen’s legs, face wet with pussy juice and sweet saliva. Jen pulled her face upwards and kissed until she could experience the sweet taste of her own pussy.

As their lips parted, Tara asked, “Enjoying the ride?”

Jen replied “Best ride I’ve ever had. Shall we make it a round trip?” With that, she lifted Tara’s skirt and went down low. Her first pussy kiss…and on a bus! Jen learned quickly that it was just as good to give as to receive. Tara’s pussy was clean-shaven and sensuous. Jen’s tongue couldn’t keep out of the pretty little pussy. She watched as Tara came and came again.

Exhausted, Jen sat up beside Tara on the seat. It was getting light outside, they must have been at it for almost two hours. How was she going to tell Andy what had transpired? It was like a guy’s dream – two girls going at it in public! But even better, one of those girls was his girlfriend. He would never believe she had it in her.

The driver announced that they would be arriving at the station in 5 minutes. Jen smiled at Tara and said, “Thanks for the company. It made for a good ride.”

Tara looked over and said “The company was great. Next time, we should invite your boyfriend to join us. It could be fun.”

“Sure” said Jen “next time.”

The bus pulled in to the station. Jen could see Andy standing waiting and she waved.

“He’s hot.” Said Tara. “Whatcha doin today?”

Jen smiled.

As the two women got off the bus, Jen presented Tara and said “Andy, I brought you home the sweetest care package I’ve ever tasted.”

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Authors Note:

• Thanks to LesbianChickLit for editing (I added c.1,000 words post edit)

• Please let me know what you think of Chapter 03. I’m eager to learn and the feedback helps me know where I’m going right and, more importantly, wrong.

• We pick up things a mere hour or two from where Chapter 02 ended.

• Enjoy!

A quiet, throaty murmur escaped her lips as the unconscious young woman’s hips rocked with the seemingly faux pleasure. She’d fantasised about this often enough, but dreaming about it was another thing. However, given how they’d spent the early hours of the morning, surely a dream of this nature was inevitable.

Zara could feel herself stirring in that twilight phase of sleep, yet was determined not to rise from the delicious slumber. She didn’t want to wake, didn’t want to disturb the apparent sensation of soft hands holding her hips, hot breath on her moist folds. “Please.” She murmured, a crease forming across her usually smooth brow. She couldn’t wait, needed to envisage Joanna’s mouth on her before she awoke.

A slender hand snaked down her body and into the short hair of her assailant. It was Zara’s dream; seemingly she felt she could take control. Her grip tightened and in a quick, sure motion that face was on her, almost in her, “Joa-“. Smack!

Dark eyes flew open with a sharp intake of breath. Her mind took stock of the situation; the side of her thigh was stinging, she was in a dimly lit, unfamiliar room and… it hadn’t been a dream. Long legs flailed her up the bed into a sitting position. “Would you calm down! You almost kicked me, never mind broke my nose.” Joanna snapped, her glistening face appearing from under the sheets.

“I’m sorry.” Zara stammered, her heart thudding as Joanna muttered that she had just been trying to do something nice. “I thought.” She swallowed, “I thought it was a dream.” She admitted, embarrassed by the stupidity of the revelation.

Joanna’s face softened slightly as she looked at the girl’s confused expression; her deep green eyes flickering in the soft light. “I suppose I should be flattered that you might dream about me.” She sighed, making her way back up the bed, stripping the rest of the covers from Zara’s naked body as she prowled.

Evidently, the older woman had taken a shower; her short blonde hair was damp and her fresh fragrant body was naked were it not for a plush white towel. “However, dreaming or not,” She said in a lower tone as she guided the young woman to lie back, Zara’s head resting amongst the pillows once more. “You never, ever,” Joanna moved down with her, slick lips millimetres from the brunette’s, “attempt to force me to do anything. Got it?”

Zara nodded, a renewed electric current coursing through her body. “Yes, Joanna.” She replied hoarsely, barely finishing the agreement before Joanna kissed her fiercely.

She was pushed into the mattress as Joanna moved, knees on either side of Zara’s waist as she was gracefully straddled by the dominant woman. The brunette shuddered, not only could she taste herself as their mouths clashed, but she could feel Joanna’s bare sex pressing into her abdomen; the warm, damp sensation causing her stomach to convulse, pushing her skin into Joanna’s. The older woman clearly enjoyed it, moaning quietly in response as she bore down on her accomplice.

The Professor wasted no time roaming her hands over the young woman, slender fingers grazing down the outside of Zara’s thigh. Now Joanna had drawn attention to the area, she could feel the heat rising from where she’d been disciplined. “It’s a bit warm, isn’t it?” Joanna purred, pulling her mouth from Zara, who instantly trailed her lips along the older woman’s strong jawline, moving towards her ear.

“Mhmm. Will you kiss it better?” She breathed, before flicking her tongue over the lobe.

“You sure you wouldn’t like my mouth somewhere else?” Joanna asked and without waiting for an answer trailed her tongue lazily across Zara’s full lips. The premonition caused the young woman to moan loudly as she felt a shockwave bang between her legs. “Is that a yes?” She smirked.

“Yes, please.” Zara gasped as Joanna began to trail down her body.

The young woman was once again squirming under her assailant, who’s mouth and hands paid a lot of attention to her breasts, leaving them crinkled and glistening before continuing the descent.

“You could wash clothes on this.” Joanna mused, running smooth hands over the young woman’s stomach. Her mouth followed suit, leaving a damp trail before dipping her tongue into Zara’s navel.

“Jesus, Joanna.” She gulped, fingers running through the woman’s short damp hair as she repeated the wet swirling motion with more intensity.

She felt near enough worshiped by the way Joanna was distilling pleasure on her body. No one had ever given her attention like that. Pushed buttons that Zara didn’t even know she had. Taken so much time to make her feel that good, that on fire.

Lightly tekirdağ escort tanned thighs shifted apart in response to the burning touch moving up the inside of her leg. “Wider.” Joanna instructed as she knelt between Zara’s trembling legs.

“Zara, I want you to look at me.” Joanna demanded.

Their eyes locked as she propped herself on her elbows, watching in anticipation whilst Joanna shifted between her legs before breaking eye contact to admire her. “You’re beautiful.” She purred, glancing back to the girl and giving her a reassuring look before moving to stroke the velvety folds.

Zara was by no means a prude, however she couldn’t imagine allowing anyone to unapologetically explore her the way Joanna was. Then again, she couldn’t remember anything more sensual than completely baring herself to the woman. This was clear by her arousal that quickly coated Joanna’s fingertips.

Eventually, she felt it, that slight pressure and let out a short, “Ahh.” as the Professor entered her. Zara’s eye’s fluttered shut and her hips rocked automatically with her assailant’s slow, twisting fingers.

“What are you doing?” Zara’s dark eyes snapped back to Joanna who was looking at her pert breast, obscured by her own palm. Zara muttered an apology and retracted the unruly hand. “I didn’t say stop.” Joanna scolded, however the frown was quickly replaced by a sly smile as Zara comprehended, slender fingers returning to toy with the herself. “Pinch your nipples for me.” Joanna breathed. Zara did so, wincing and bucking in pleasurable pain as Joanna’s two fingers continued to work her pussy. “And the other one.” Joanna guided, nodding to the left breast. Zara complied, fingers tweaking as she flinched under her own assault. “Good girl.” Joanna husked.

Then, for no good reason, she retracted her soaking fingers, causing the architect to groan in frustrated annoyance. Joanna smiled at her, eyes glinting, clearly enjoying the tease. “One more time.” She ordered, nails grazing lightly over Zara’s smooth thighs.

Zara’s fingertips went pink under the pressure and she let out a throaty cry as Joanna thrust her fingers back into the unsuspecting young woman. She choked on a curse, feeling like the air had been, literally, fucked out of her. The sensation was intense, however, for every ounce of discomfort, the pleasure she felt was a heady sensation Zara had most definitely been craving.

“You did well.” The blonde purred as she kissed her way up Zara’s stomach to her heaving chest. “Do you like a bit of pain Zara?” Joanna asked before her mouth descended to bathe the sensitive areas with gentle laps of her tongue.

“Uh huh.” The young woman panted in a low tone, hips grinding into Joanna’s fingers. “With… with you I… Oh God.” She hissed through gritted teeth as Joanna expertly teased the sensitive flesh. “Yes, I do.” She finally managed. Lust fuelled intrigue lit Joanna’s face, however Zara could not appreciate the alluring expression for long as Joanna moved quickly back down her body.

Zara’s imagination hadn’t lived up to anything near the exquisite sensation of Joanna’s mouth between her legs. The way her tongue slowly, expertly, navigated around and in the young woman’s folds, as if trying to taste ever inch of her, was like nothing she could have imagined. It was, intimate, exciting, maddening; drove her to a whole new level of pleasure and she couldn’t help but react to every lap of her companion’s tongue.

Her body quaked as Joanna’s mouth ran up and down her outer and then inner lips, spreading the arousal and saliva everywhere she traced. Once satisfied she’d tasted every inch of the girl, Joanna took Zara’s lips into her mouth in a fashion akin the fierce kiss she’d imparted earlier.

“Oh Jesus.” Zara gasped, arching her back as she felt Joanna trail her mouth down and then probe her dripping entrance. She cried out something inaudible as the woman’s tongue moved inside her, lapping at her walls as Zara, surely, gushed onto the her face.

Not that Joanna seemed to mind, she wrapped one hand around Zara’s tensing thigh, the other sought blindly for the brunette’s hand. Feeling the digits, Zara released the bedding and interlinked her finger with Joanna’s instead.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Zara squealed as Joanna, groaning whilst she did so, used the new purchase to fuck the girl with her tongue. With each thrusting motion, Joanna’s nose brushed against Zara’s clit, edging the young woman towards the proverbial cliff.

“Please, Joanna. I need to… I’m going to… Please?” She gasped, eyes screwed shut, knuckles white.

“Just a little longer.” Joanna gasped, glancing at her victim, lust ablaze on her soaked face.

Had Zara been a crier, both the break in the pleasure and denial may actually have caused her to do so. “Come on, Joanna. Please.” She begged.

Choking back a scream, Zara felt Joanna oblige, pushing two and then three fingers into her wetness, filling the tekirdağ escort bayan young woman’s narrow canal. She couldn’t take anymore, surely; no more teasing, no more pleasure, no more fingers. “Joanna!” Zara’s back arched again, pushing her delicate ribcage to the surface of her now pale skin as she felt three fingers move in and out of her in a slow, yet deliberate pace.

“Fuck. Fuck me. Please.” Each syllable bawled an octave higher than the last as Joanna’s pace quickened.

Just as Zara thought she might explode, Joanna pressed her tongue down onto her clit. The bundle of nerves twitched uncontrollably, long toned legs momentarily rigid before she descended into a leg trembling, stomach jarring climax. Zara’s whole body shook as she repeated Joanna’s name over and over again; begging her not to stop whilst spasming muscles pulled the woman’s fingers deep inside her.

Far from stopping, Joanna continued to move her mouth and fingers so that just when Zara thought she was coming down from the impossible high, she was thrown back over once more.

The young woman had no idea how long she convulsed as Joanna steered her through the most powerful climax she’d ever experienced. How was that even possible, given what the woman had instilled on her mere hours earlier?

Eventually, when the stimulation proved too much, she gently encouraged the blonde head from between her shaken legs as she lay, wracked and glistening.

“Just relax a second, Darling.” Joanna assured as she moved back up the bed. Zara winced, a pained crease forming on her forehead as she felt Joanna ease her digits from deep within her. “That’s it.” She encouraged.

Once her breathing had calmed and some steadiness returned to her, Zara turned on her side to look at Joanna whose hand tenderly brushed the young woman’s cheek before creeping into her hair.

“You alright?” She asked, that stoic face slipping into an expression Zara had yet to see.

A lazy, satisfied smile spread across Zara’s beautiful face and she nodded.

They exchanged looks, searching gazes, that were far too intimate to be imparted on a first night. However, the young woman didn’t care, she was getting to take in details of that flawless, shining visage. Zara had never seen anyone quite so captivating.

“Are we just going to stare at each other like idiots?” Joanna asked, that warm smile growing to split her face.

“Fine by me.” Zara smiled, moving her body into Joanna’s and draping a leg over her towel clad hip as she diligently kissed the arousal from her companion’s face.

“Stop it.” Joanna groaned, hands intertwining with Zara’s tousled hair. “I definitely won’t be able to let you sleep if you carry on like this.”

“I don’t want to sleep.” Zara replied, a playful expression flitting across her face.

Their mouths met, tongues clashing once more as the young woman pushed against Joanna. She pushed back, but in Zara’s enthusiasm she overpowered her.

“What are you doing?” Joanna breathed, bemused.

“What do you mean?” Zara frowned, gazing down at her, those stark green eyes clearly weighing something up.

“You’re on top of me.”

“That’s the idea?” Zara replied, her turn for, albeit uncertain, impatience.

“I don’t think-” Joanna started to say in disbelief before Zara silenced her with a press of her lips.

“I know you’re the boss. Just let me find my feet. Please?” She murmured, dark hair cascaded over her shoulder as she attempted to kiss away any trepidation.

“Fine. But you do as you’re told.” Joanna conceded, nails trailing warningly down Zara’s back before the young woman felt the sting as her palm connected with her backside.

“Yes, Joanna.” She winced, butterflies flitting through her stomach. She wanted to make Joanna feel good, feel the way she had felt. The bar had been set at an unreachable level, but God loves a trier.

The young woman took her time on the descent, near enough covering every inch of the Joanna’s angular jaw, slender neck, and collarbone that jutted so perfectly. Reaching Jonna’s contracting chest, still encased in the towel, Zara sat up, her ass grinding down onto Joanna’s pelvis and she smiled coyly as she felt the motion being returned.

Biting her lip, dark eyes flitted from the deep green of Joanna’s and down to the slight swell of her breasts at the towel’s boundary. Dexterous fingers moved towards where the ends of the fabric were tucked together and just before she tugged at the knot, Zara looked back to the Professor who gave a subtle nod. Slowly, she peeled the material from Joanna’s torso.

The young woman marvelled at the porcelain smooth skin, a touch softer than her own, but not by much. Fingers trailed lightly down the hollow between Joanna’s chest, to her pale stomach and back up to that soft spot under her breasts. As she caressed her there, Joanna let out a soft sigh before taking the girl’s hand and guiding Zara’s fingers to her escort tekirdağ own mouth. She directed the now slick digits back to her chest, encouraging Zara to caress her nipples.

Having helplessly watched the display, Zara could feel her arousal trickle down her thighs once more, but gave herself a shake. This was about Joanna. She gently toyed with the woman’s pebbled chest, moving her thumb around and across the nub, enjoying Joanna’s reaction.

Zara had learnt an inordinate amount in the past few hours, the most important lesson being that the two women would touch each other in completely different ways. So, she continued to gently play with Joanna’s breasts only venturing to intensify the contact as Joanna’s moans became louder. Zara leant forward again and kissed her companion; a slow sensual embrace as her fingers trailed onto Joanna’s other breast and, to her delight, the handful was pushed up into the young woman’s wanton hand.

“I want your mouth on them.” Joanna growled into Zara’s ear before catching the lobe in her teeth.

Instantly obliging, Zara shimmied down the slender figure so her mouth was in line with the Professor’s nipples. However, before she could bring her mouth to them, Joanna had balled Zara’s silky hair in her fist, guiding the girl to the desired spot.

Instinctively, Zara’s tongue swirled over and around the pebbled skin, pleased when she heard the older woman emit a moan of pleasure. She repeated the process on the opposite nipple as her fingers continued to stimulate the vacant area.

“Suck them.” Joanna breathed hoarsely and Zara felt her writhe deliciously beneath her as she obliged.

Once she’d contented herself with Joanna’s breasts, a combination of inexperience and enthusiasm saw Zara’s mouth and hands roam over every available inch of the older woman’s body: the indent of the elbow, bump on the wrist, the base of her ribs. Not that she seemed to be doing a bad job, Joanna had lessened her firm grip of Zara and was slowly starting to lose herself.

The young woman crept further down Joanna’s almost naked body, marvelling at its contours and the soft smooth texture. Either by chance or design the towel still covered her pelvis and tops of her thighs. Zara went to remove the material but pulled up; she’d waited this long, what was another few minutes? Someone had recently enlightened her to the concept of anticipation.

Her eager mouth trailed down Joanna’s slender legs, long legs, legs that just kept going. Zara kissed the inside of her thighs, teeth grazing the inside of her knee before trailing her tongue all the way down Joanna’s toned calf, to the jut of her ankle. This earned her another throaty moan and she was about to work her way back up, lost in the trance of pleasuring Joanna when her reverie was disturbed. “I need your-” The woman began hoarsely before clearing her throat. “I want your mouth, Zara.”

Zara complied, a proud, troublesome grin spreading across her full lips as her hands ran up those smooth soft thighs before coming to the sliver of towel. Taking a steadying breath, the girl stripped the white material away. “My God.” She breathed, gazing down at the naked woman before her, drinking her in as Zara’s hands slowly caressed the top of her thighs. She was perfect.

As her fingers took their time in reaching between Joanna’s now open legs, Zara’s brain whizzed at a million miles an hour as a stomach jolting thought hit her. The brunette’s months of fantasising and intrigue had all centred around Joanna pleasuring her, getting her off. Selfishly, Zara didn’t have a grand plan for returning the favour.

The troubling thought must have shown on the girl’s pretty face, for Joanna pushed herself up onto her elbows. Zara winced at the movement, she didn’t want to be scolded, not right then. “What’s wrong Zara?” She asked softly.

“Oh, eh, nothing.” Zara frowned, eyes firmly on the prize which she hastily moved her hand towards. However, in an impressively quick motion, Joanna’s stomach muscles contracted and she sat up, catching the girl’s hand before it reached her.

“Come here.” Joanna instructed in a surprisingly gentle tone, her free hand wrapping around Zara’s shoulders, pulling the two women close before reassuringly kissing the young woman’s lips. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

She must be made of stone, Zara thought to herself. Her hand was mere inches from Joanna’s folds and the way their bare torsos pressed together was causing her ripples of pleasure. Zara swallowed. “I, eh, I.” She stammered. “I mean I’ve done it before.” She said quickly, “But I, I was drunk. Didn’t really care if… Care if, you know,” She took a steadying breath and her eyes reluctantly met Joanna’s. “I just want to be good at it.”

“You already are.” She encouraged before guiding Zara’s hand into her wetness. Their mouths locked again and Joanna pulled the young woman with her as she fell back into the bed.

It was a true oversight on Zara’s part having not fantasised about pleasuring Joanna. The way the woman’s naked body moved under her explorations and the noises she emitted intensified the young woman’s own arousal. But no, this was about Joanna and now that her fingers had taken in the contours and folds, Zara moved towards her opening.

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“You know it’s funny,” I told Tess as I poured our glasses of whiskey, “I thought you were a lesbian for the longest time when we first met.” I giggled a little at the thought of my misconception, as I took my first sip of my drink.

“Well, I am bi” she replied without hesitation.

“You are?! Why have we never talked about this?”

I was surprised, given that I was always so open about my sexuality, and that this had never come up. Tess and I had known each other for about two years. We had met in a hiking group. We saw each other often in that context over the years, but recently we had been spending more time together outside of that social group. It was also surprising because she is Chinese, which has a, let’s say, less than accepting culture of sexualities other than straight.

I felt my face get flush and the inside of my thighs warm, both parts flushed for a moment of the thought of my face between her legs.

She didn’t give much of a response, something to the effect of not knowing me that well as she finished off her drink.

“Another?” I asked, we had almost finished the bottle at this point. As the night had progressed, we had gotten physically closer and closer, holding hands and snuggling. Once I got her a new drink, she lay against me between my legs. I played with her hair, and then slowly began to rub her neck, and clavicle, and then slid my hand down between her legs. She let out a soft moan as my fingers connected to the outside of her jeans.

I continued to rub her pussy, from on top of her jeans, and she moaned and to began thrusting her pelvis toward my fingers. I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to move my fingers beneath her pants and feel her warm, wet juices all over my fingers, but I restrained myself. I continued to rub, and she moaned, I knew she wanted to feel me slip my fingers slowly inside of her dripping soft pussy.

I restrained myself, as I was married. I shouldn’t have even let it go this far. I stopped and suggested that I leave. She agreed, she didn’t want either of us to do anything we regretted.

We got up to gather my things, but heavily intoxicated, Tess fell a bit. I went to catch her, and in doing so, ended up face to face. She looked up into my eyes, licking her plump, soft lips, begging for me to bite them. I leaned in to kiss her and we both aggressively connected. Her hands were on my breasts, mine back down at her crotch.

“NO. You’re married,” she said and pulled away.

“You’re right. I’m married. We shouldn’t do this. I need to go home.”

But it was too late. I could smell her desire, I just thought one little feel would hurt anyone. I could still taste her soft sweet lips on mine. Feel her hands caress my breasts. Maybe I could just see if she was as wet as I was. I certainly couldn’t return back to my husband with panties soaked in my own thick, wet juices.

I pulled her back into me and started trabzon escort kissing. She collapsed and gave into me as started to unbuttoned her pants, and slowly reach my fingers down. Just two to start, to explore. What I felt almost made me cum. An eruption of juices. Her panties were soaked through, my fingers were immediately covered with her. I pulled my hand out, as I pushed her onto the couch.

“You’re so wet sweetie,” I said as I licked my fingers. Holy shit, she tasted amazing.

She nodded in agreement, but said nothing more, her pelvis gave another rise. She wanted my fingers inside of her, her pussy was hot and wet with anticipation. She was thinking about my mouth on her pussy, while I licked her swollen lips.

I took her shirt and bra off, exposing her beautiful round tight breasts and hard nipples. I started licking and sucking on her breasts. Biting her nipples, while my other hand reached down between her thighs again. Another moan. I stopped just before I got to her clit and took her pants off. Then I moved my hands to the top of her panties, slowly running my fingers along the top of them, back and forth, slowly and lightly. As I took my hands to the sides of her panties to take them off, I moved my face to her pulsating and hungry pussy and gave it a breath of warm air.

Another moan. This time, I could tell she was getting frustrated. She wanted to feel my mouth on her lips, my fingers slide inside of her. Her panties were off now, and her pussy glistened. As I moved up from the ground, I brushed my face and lips by her pussy, another breath, but didn’t touch it yet. She was going to have to be patient and wait for my mouth.

She motioned to removed my clothing, but I did it myself, then exposing my hard little tits. My breasts excited by everything happening, my nipples were large, hard, and plump, tightening around my piercings, sending a surge of pain and pleasure.

We kissed, our tongues intertwined, massaging gently and soft with each other, yet passionate and hard at the same time. I gave her lip a bite, and then moved back to her breasts, and let my hand fall back down to her pussy. I continued to rub her lips and I sucked on her breasts, feeling my fingers enveloped in a sticky wet. I rubbed those juices onto her breasts, and then sucked them off. Oh fuck, she tasted delicious. I had never tasted pussy like this before. I wanted to bury my face between her thighs and drink in her juices.

She opened her thighs even more to me, inviting my fingers be engulfed by her warm soft lips. I couldn’t hold back any longer and moved two of my fingers from her clit, slowly down her lips, and then ever so slowly penetrated her hot dripping hole. Wet with promise of entry, my fingers slide in with ease inside her. I felt her warm pussy surround my fingers, and she pulsated tight around my fingers and slowly drove them deeper trabzon escort bayan and deeper inside of her pussy.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” she cried out, “Fuck me, go deeper, oh my god.”

My third finger slipped in now, to the elation of more cries of pleasure. Her pussy, dripping, but tightening and pulsing around my fingers. I went and kissed her, as I drove my fingers as far up as I could, and then began to slowly finger her, going deep as I could with each thrust up, and rotating my fingers with each motion up. Up and down, Tess thrusting her pelvis, and moaning in pleasure. I continued to suck on her unyielding breasts and biting her hard erect nipples. Then I slowly kissed her body, moving down to her pussy, as I continued to finger fuck, my hand getting covered in juices. As my mouth got to her clit, I gave it another hot breath, before I very slowly laid my tongue on it. I laid it on there flat and then slowly licked up, keeping my tongue flat and exposed to her clit. Her pussy tasted exquisite, and I licked my fingers after I had pulled them out of her pussy. I then began to lick from her asshole, all the way up to her clit, but I took my time. Slowly, keeping my tongue pressed against her and wet. I then put my fingers back inside her and moving them in and out, going in deep, and harder this time, while lickinig her clit. I started licking and finger faster and hard, her pussying tightening around my fingers, hot and sopping wet. She was moaning, yelling, “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” and thrusting her pussy into my face, as I continued to finger her, and getting faster and harder fingering her g-spot and stroking her clit with my tongue over and over again, pressed hard against it.

And then I felt her, her pussy tightened even more than it had before, her body almost rigid in off the couch in anticipation, as she was about to cum. So, I slowly removed my finger and tongue, it wasn’t time to cum yet.

“Noo…” she moaned in frustration and pleasure all at the same time, “I was about to cum.”

“I know you were, but you don’t get to cum yet,” I replied, as I gave her pussy a long lick. Followed by another, and then began to stick my tongue inside of her pussy. Her juices were covering my face, and my saliva and her fluids, joined and dripped down my face. I rubbed her clit with my finger, as I continued to lick and eat the side of her pussy.

“Flip over,” I instructed her, and she did as I said. Her ass was right at my face, small and tight, gently exposing her lips and asshole. I spit on her ass, then sucked my spit back up, and then drove my fingers inside her ass, mixing her sweet cunt juices inside her ass. She pulled away at first, so I rubbed her clit, helping ease into it. She started to say, “No, no…I don’t…” but then I stuck my fingers in her ass and pussy at the same time and the only words I heard were moans of pleasure and escort trabzon profanity.

Her asshole was so tight, my one finger was squeezed, but I knew I could get more, and she wanted more. I spit on my fingers and thrust two more into her asshole, while my other hand rubbed her clit. I continued to fuck her, as she pushed her ass towards me, giving resistance to each trust I gave her. She was loving it.

“Oh God, you fuck my ass so fucking good. Oh my…fuck. I’ve never had someone finger my ass before. Fuck, it’s amazing.”

I didn’t say anything, but flipped her back over, and then gave her my fingers that were in her ass to suck on. She took them willingly without question. What she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in eagar and willingness.

“Do you want to cum?” I asked.

“Yes, very much,” she said as she reached between her legs, sticking three of her fingers inside of herself.

I reached my hand towards her, and she pulled hers away. I pushed her hands back and said, “No, we’ll do it together, as I trust my fingers inside with hers. “Have you ever had your pussy stretched out like this before?” She shook her head no, followed with a moan.

We continued to fuck her together, my other, fingers in her mouth, Tess pulsating in pleasure and we both worked her pussy.

“Do you want more inside?” I asked, and she replied with a nod, since my fingers filled her mouth.

I told her to remove her hand.

1, 2, 3, 4 fingers inside.

I was going to ask if she was ready for more, but I could tell she was.

Then I got my thumb in and started working my five fingers in and out, each time, opening and spreading my fingers more. Feeling her warm hot pussy pouring her juices all over my hand as I continued to fuck her. I could feel myself dripping down my legs, turned on by my stretching her out. I moved my hand in even further, this time, places my mouth on her clit, and licking and sucking.

“More, more…give me more,” she demanded.

So I gave her more, gave her my entire hand and fisted her, stretching out her tight little pussy. Causing her so much pain and pleasure all at once, as she continued to moan and yell.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes,” she screamed as I continued to fist her. “Oh my God, don’t stop. Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I keep fisting her and licking and suck on her clit, my hand and face covered in fluids. As I continued, I could feel her starting to cum. I went deeper and harder, as she continued to thrust in pleasure, until I felt her tighten and a rush of fluids flow onto my hand. I removed my hand, just as this was happening and she squirted out her glorious, delicious and plentiful juices all into my face. I felt her juices, an eruption of satisfaction and lust, cover my face and fall into my mouth. My hand still drowned with her juices. Her lips were swollen and red, still throbbing with desire and pleasure. I licked what I could off of my face, then had her clean my face off, she licked her own juices and saved them in her mouth to give back to me, so I could eat the spoils of my work.

Tess lay there, the picturequest view of satisfaction, looking at me, face and hands stained with the scent of a pleasured pussy.

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It was a Saturday night. My roommate was out for the night with her boyfriend, and we had the apartment to ourselves. We were both in our third year of university, him for computer sciences, and me for biology. We had been best friends since we were little kids, and had gone to the same post secondary, but lost touch after first year, when I got a boyfriend who was insecure about our friendship. I had dumped him after ten months, and we had rekindled our friendship. Rick was tall, with wide shoulders, large arms, dark hair and blue eyes. All the girls I knew, both in high school and here, were in love with him. I had been in love with him myself before I met my boyfriend. And now, it was hard not to be attracted to him. He was just so damn handsome.

And annoying. We were sitting on my bed. Backs against the wall. A half empty pizza box between us. He was trying to grab the remote. I held it at arms length, but he grabbed it easily. Grinning, he held it out at arms length, and I couldn’t reach.

“Rick!” I growled, pushing the pizza box on to the floor so I could launch myself at him. I landed in his lap, and reached up to grab the remote, noticing as I did so, that my chest was perilously close to his face and that I was straddling his hips. He took advantage of my distraction to grab my hands, pin them above my head, and push me down on the bed. The remote fell to the side, forgotten. Suddenly he was over me, one hand pinning my arms over my head, pressed into the pillow on my bed, his other arm holding himself above me. My legs were still wrapped around his hips, his body holding me down. We were both panting. I became very aware that I was only in a tank top and sleep shorts. He was aware too. I felt something very large and hard pressing into me. Heat unfurled in my belly. I bit my lower lip, ready to shift my hips and let him know that I felt it. Suddenly, he let go of my arms, and was sitting up, blushing.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, not looking at me. I sat up, breathing hard. I shifted my thighs, noticing that the panties I had on were already damp. Did he want me too?

Rick grabbed the remote, and turned back to the television, clearly hoping that we could just forget the whole thing. Before he knew what was happening, I threw myself at him again. I wasn’t going to let this situation pass me by. I landed in his lap once again, pushed him down so he was lying on the bed, and ground my pelvis deliberately uşak escort onto his still-hard cock. He gasped, looking at me open-mouthed. I rubbed myself on him again, and pulled my tank top off. I knew he liked my tits, I had caught him looking at them often enough, and now he stared at them, and his hardness throbbed a little underneath me. I responded by rubbing myself on him again and moaning.

“Jessica, what? Are you sure?” he looked totally shocked. Instead of answering, I leaned down, pressing my chest against his and kissed him in the kind of open-mouthed way that allowed no argument. He sat up, his hands in my hair and responded enthusiastically. He ran his tongue over my lips, and I opened for him with a moan. He pulled his mouth from mine, but only so he could attack my neck.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned as he kissed my most sensitive spot beneath my ear. I was rubbing against him, my damp panties and now shorts making the friction almost unbearable. One of his hands was still in my hair, the other was exploring, rubbing my nipples, holding my neck, and now it was moving down, down, into my shorts, pushing the panties aside, and rubbing between my soaking folds. I cried out as he rubbed me, and a fire started to build inside me. His mouth moved away from my neck, and he pressed his forehead against mine. Now we were both gasping and moaning.

“Oh, darling, is this for me?” he whispered. His eyes were dark with need, and I could only nod. He rubbed his thumb around my entrance, while his fingers probed at my clit. By now, I was practically keening. No one had ever had my turned on like this before. His head moved down, to capture one of my nipples, with a little moan of delight. I arched my back to press my tits closer to him. He pressed his thumb into me, and I cried out.

“Oh yes,” he whispered against me before taking the nipple between his teeth. That sent me over the edge, and I could do nothing but moan, shaking in his arms as the most intense orgasm I had ever had ripped through me. He held me tight and whispered against my chest how perfect and beautiful I was. Slowly, the aftershocks passed, and he gently laid me down in the bed, and began to kiss under my tits, across my tummy, and lower. However, I wanted to return the favour, and pushed him back. I came up on my knees, and pulled on his shirt. He was only wearing tee shirt and sweatpants, but I wanted them off.

He uşak escort bayan pulled off his shirt, revealing the muscles that so many girls lusted after. I trailed one hand down those perfect abs, my mouth not far behind. Now Rick was breathing heavily. I stopped at the waistband of his sweatpants, and looked up at him, a smile on my face. He was looking at me like I was the only girl in the world, and my cheeks warmed. He lifted his hips, so I could take off the pants, and I was delighted to find he was going commando underneath. His raging erection popped free, and almost smacked me in the face. It was long and thick and perfectly straight. He was uncircumcised, and I gently pulled back the foreskin to reveal the thick purple mushroom head. I licked my lips and looked back up at him. He was staring at me, his eyes dark with lust, his mouth open. His cock twitched again, and I looked down to see a drop of precum at the tip. I had done that. I smiled and licked it, causing his hips to buck. I took him into my mouth.

“Oh fuck Jessica,” he gasped. I had never heard his voice like that, all breathy and full of need. I started to suck on him, pushing my mouth down on him until I felt it at the back of my throat. He stretched my mouth wide, and I shivered to think of what it would do to my pussy. I swirled my tongue around his head and used my hands to squeeze the shaft. Rick put his hand on my head.

“If you keep doing that Jess, I’m going to cum far too soon.”

I sat up and stared at him. His perfect muscles, his thick cock, his eyes, staring into mine. He was really far too perfect.

He gently pushed me back into the bed, and slowly pulled off my shorts and panties. My inner thighs were all coated with my juices, and he hummed appreciatively as he licked them. My legs were shaking now, as I always loved to give blowjobs. Turning on someone else always turned me on too. Rick slid one hand behind my leg to hold it up and leaned down to gently kiss the top of my mons. I lifted my hips to him, moaning softly.

“Please?” I begged quietly. He smiled, and placed on hand on my hip to still me. He slowly kissed on thigh and then the other, and then, and then, softly placed a kiss on my clit. I almost screamed, and bucked my hips. His tongue flicked out, and gently licked my whole slit, before fastening his mouth on my most sensitive part. I cried out, and he whispered “shhh” escort uşak against me, before inserting a finger into me. I immediately came again, my hand in his hair, grinding my pussy against his face, my thighs shaking around his head.

“hmm, oh baby,” he whispered against me, as my shaking subsided, and I was trembling in his arms again. He crawled up my body a bit and put his face against my belly, his hands warm against my lower back.

“Please, Jessica, I need to fuck you. Will you let me make love to you?”

I pulled his face up so he could see me. “Yes, please Rick, fuck me.”

I knew he was clean, and I had a copper IUD, so there was no hesitation as he pulled himself up. I opened my legs to him, and his rubbed the swollen head of his cock against my opening.

“Please, please, please,” I begged him, my head thrown back, and my back arched. I canted my hips to rub against him, and suddenly he thrust inside. We both cried out, looking into each other’s eyes. I felt deliciously full, stretched almost to the point of pain.

“Please, Rick, I need you to fuck me,” I moaned, and he obeyed, grinding gently against me as I got used to his size.

“Oh Jessica, yes,” he whispered, his face buried in my neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“I needed it too,” I whispered back, and started to grind myself on him, in time to his thrusts. He started to grunt, losing control and began to fuck me harder. I could feel myself starting to get close, and I bit on his shoulder to stop myself from screaming out. He pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes and stroked my hair back.

“Please, Rick,” I gasped “Please, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!”

“Yes, darling, cum for me. I’m going to cum too.”

He pressed his forehead to mine as we both lost control.

The waves started slowly for me, and I could only grind myself against him, clutch his shoulders, and helplessly moan his name. I felt his cock twitch inside me, and he grunted, and thrust inside me as deep as he could, pulse after pulse of his hot cum shooting inside me. As he moaned my name into my hair, my orgasm ripped through me, causing me to cry out, my legs shaking and my pussy pulsing around him.

Slowly, our thrusts slowed, and he pulled out of me, rolling to the side, so he could wrap an arm around me, and I could put my head on his shoulder. We had snuggled like this many times, but never naked, and never with his cum slowly dripping out of my still shuddering pussy.

“Wow, Jessica, I think I love you,” he gasped into my hair.

“I love you too, Rick,” I said back, nestled into his chest.

We both started to giggle, and cuddled up together on my bed, we were soon fast asleep.

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Not my usual kind of story, apologies if you’re disappointed

Based on a story of two friends who were at their first school together, then met at college years later and have been together ever since. The middle part is the story of them but enhanced.

To set the scene I’d have to tell you about Nikki.

She and I were best friends at Primary school. I got teased by the other boys for sitting next to a girl at first, but we were only five years old so that’s what boys thought. I just thought they were jealous of our friendship.

Nikki was more like a tomboy than a girl. She had short red hair, cut into a sort of bob but always looked messy, she hated her hair being combed. I thought the other boys were jealous because she always played football with us, and was better than most of them. She was better at fighting, as some of them found out if they teased either of us too much. She loved climbing trees and getting dirty, but the main thing the others were jealous of were the presents.

Nikki’s parents ran the largest pub in the area, it had a large children’s play area so it was a bit of a local icon, the parents could enjoy drinking while knowing the kids were playing and had no way of getting out without coming back through the pub. The presents were freebies and promotions given to her dad now and again.

T-Shirts, Caps, sample boxes of crisps for example. Every now and again she’d bring something to school with her, each time they for me and nobody else. I was her best friend she said, so they were for me only. We were inseparable until we were almost eleven years old, nearly ready to go to Secondary school when my world was turned upside down.

Nikki’s dad had a very good offer to sell the pub to a brewery chain. It meant he could retire early, and with the money, they bought a holiday home in Cyprus and a big house out of town. It was only about five miles away, but at that age, it seemed like she was moving to another country. It also meant she’d be going to a different school closer to her new home.

The first twelve months were horrible without her. She’d been by my side for years, and it took a lot of getting used to her not being around, and I didn’t understand why my heart hurt so much. I never forgot her, but the feelings eased over time.

Nineteen years old now, one of my old school friends said they were thinking of starting a football team, and did I want to come down and practise with them. I said yes, I’d just left a team that had split up so it would be ideal if they seemed good enough.

We’d been playing for a while, and I raced through towards goal shouting for the ball to be passed to me. Suddenly walking along the road I saw this vision of beauty and stopped dead. She was beautiful even from here. Long red hair cascaded down her back and across her shoulders, she wore a tight-fitting t-shirt that showed off her generously sized tits to perfection, and jeans so tight they looked they’d been sprayed on. Her legs were long and slim, her arse a vision of beauty in itself.

I was bought back to earth by the ball hitting me on the back of the head, and knocking me over. The other players, despite laughing loudly, all came to see if I was okay. I got up, rubbing my head.

“Did you lot see her, oh boy she was like heaven on legs?” I asked.

“It’s not a surprise you recognised Nikki,” one of them laughed.

“Nikki?” I asked, then it dawned on me, “Nikki from primary school?”

“Haha, Josh still loves her,” one said in a teasing voice.

“Pity she’s got a boyfriend,” one said, “and engaged too.”

As pleased as I’d been to see her again, that shook me. None of us had seen which way she’d turned anyway, so I couldn’t chase after her. After finishing playing, they told me they had a game against another team that weekend, and asked me to play, to which I agreed.

We’d started playing in the game, and there was a guy on the other team who was trying to show off. Fancy flicks, Hollywood passes and shots from everywhere, most of them not successful though and he hadn’t scored yet either. His teammates were getting a little fed up with him, they could have scored if he’d been making better decisions. Ten minutes left in the game, I noticed a familiar redhead on the sidelines watching the game. With not long left, I scored the winning goal for our side.

The game finished, I went over to say hello, and to see if she recognised me. Judging by her huge smile and her squeezing me half to death when she hugged me she hadn’t forgotten me. We both turned as a voice asked who this was. It was the guy who’d been showing off, and Nikki threw her arms around him and kissed him.

“This is Josh, we were best friends when we started school, I’ve not seen him for years,” she answered.

He said hi and sneered at me, putting his arm around her shoulders.

“Don’t get jealous John, we haven’t seen each other since we were nearly eleven,” she told him.

He told her they had to leave, and as they went urfa escort to walk away she quickly turned back.

“Give me your phone, I’ll put my number in so we can keep in touch,” she told me.

She did so, and as they walked off up the street I saw her look at her phone, turn around and stick her thumb to say she’d seen my message with my number on. She messaged me that night, saying that she really hoped we could keep in touch and not worry about John, he just didn’t really like her talking to other men.

I lay on my bed and read the message several times, getting an image of her in my head. She certainly wasn’t a tomboy anymore, quite the opposite, in fact she’d grown up to be extremely pretty.

A couple of nights later I sent her a message asking what she was doing. She replied saying she was just lying in bed, watching TV in the quiet. I asked why she was in bed, and she replied saying John had some friends around drinking and watching a football game, and he didn’t like her downstairs with them all so she’d started going upstairs out of the way. I was puzzled, so asked what he didn’t like about her being downstairs with them, and the reply was he didn’t like them looking at her.

Strange. He sounded jealous, yet distancing himself from her somehow. I asked why some of their partners didn’t come around to sit with her, or why she didn’t go out to them, and she said John preferred it to be guys only in the house and if she went out and he’d been drinking he wouldn’t be able to drive to fetch her. Then my phone pinged again.

“What did you think when you saw me again today?”

“I saw you the other day, walking up the road. You made me stop dead in my tracks, and a football knocked me over!” I responded.

She sent over a laughing with tears emoji, then asked what made me stop dead. I told her I hadn’t realised it was her at first, but she was that stunning I stopped to stare.

“Josh, you’re making me blush, but I’ll take your compliment,” she sent back, “be honest, what exactly about me do you think is stunning?”

Was she teasing me now? Was she testing me? Was it John sending the messages trying to catch me out?

“Where was our favourite tree?” I sent.

The reply came through very quickly and was correct. It was definitely Nikki.

“I love your hair, the colour and how the sun catches it. I love how confident you are to wear that tight t-shirt and jeans off to show off your curves too,” I told her.

“More compliments, you’re spoiling me,” she replied.

She sent another message saying she had an early start so was going to sleep, but she’d try to message me the next night. I slept very well myself that night, very contented that I was.

The next day at work was a blur, I was on autopilot. I almost wanted to go home but knew it wouldn’t make her message any earlier.

“I’ve been talking about you to someone at work today,” she finally messaged.

“Talking about what?” I asked.

“I told her seeing you again has stirred up some old feelings and told her how much I missed you when I moved away. She told me laughing that it sounded like we were in love, even at that age,” she responded.

“I missed you too, a lot. My first year at the new school was horrible, I had no interest in making any new friends after you,” I answered.

“Maybe we were in love then, would that have been a bad thing?” she asked.

“Seeing what you look like now, no it wouldn’t,” I answered, putting a smiley emoji at the end.

“What are you doing tonight?” I asked straight away.

“Home alone, John has gone to the pub with his mates,” she replied.

John seemed like a right prick I thought. Maybe I was jealous that he was with this very pretty girl and seemed to not like being in her company, or her being in the company of his mates.

“Can I send you pictures of some outfits I’ve bought for my holiday, and get your opinion please?” she asked.

“Sure, send some over now,” I replied.

The first message came through, and I stared at the screen. It certainly wasn’t the kind of outfit I was expecting. I could only describe it as a Baywatch promo shot. Nikki was wearing a red swimsuit, the legs cut high up above the hips, with a v-neck at the front which plunged beneath her cleavage. If she hadn’t shaved her pubic hair, she trimmed it very short to avoid it showing. It was obvious she didn’t have a bra on either, but her perfect tits were firm under the flimsy fabric.

“You look like a redheaded Pammy Anderson,” I sent back, “What does the back look like?”

I thought I might be pushing my luck asking, but a new picture came through. Oh boy. Because of the high cut legs, the swimsuit disappeared mesmerisingly between her legs. I could feel my cock stirring.

“You like it then?” she asked.

“Very much, you’re going to turn heads wearing that. The colour combines nicely with your hair colour too.”

Another picture came through. This one was a pale blue and white polka urfa escort bayan dot bikini, with a pink love heart on the bottoms right in the centre, and a pink bow right in the centre of the top.

“Yeah, that’s great too, the colour matches your eyes perfectly,” I sent back.

“You’re such a smooth talker, how are you single?” she asked, three laughing emojis ending the text. “One more outfit,” she continued.

She’d saved the best until last. This one was a black bikini, the briefs consisting of not much fabric to cover anything up, a lace band around the top and sides and again it was high cut onto the hips. The top was also lace but not see-through.

“Wow, beautiful. Because it’s black, it makes your hair look gold. You look stunning in it, in all of them,” I sent back, “What did John say?”

There was a pause before she replied. She said John had asked why she’d bothered, with her skin and hair colour she didn’t tan anyway so would be easier wearing a t-shirt and shorts. He’d also said the red swimsuit clashed with her hair colour. I was right, he was a prick.

“Are you sure he actually fancies you? If he can’t see how beautiful you look he’s not looking properly,” I sent back.

“Oh he definitely fancies me, he can’t keep his hands off me most of the time,” she replied.

“Only when it’s you two though and when nobody else is around?” I asked.

It was about five minutes before she replied. She said it was because she had been getting changed back, but she was going to get John’s meal ready for when he got home. I couldn’t tell if she was upset with me, so I just sent her back a goodnight message and left it there.

I went on my dinner break the next day and opened my phone, we’re not allowed to have them on us while we’re working. I’d got a text message from Nikki. Strange, she hadn’t messaged during the day before. I opened it and read.

“I’ve been talking to my friend again today, the one who joked we’d been in love as young kids. We spoke about John. She asked if John always made me go upstairs when his friends were there if he ever took me out when his friends were going to be there. I answered no both times. She asked if he took me out much anyway, even if it was just us two, I said not really, I was at home a lot waiting for him to get back. She told me she was sorry, but she thought he was just using me for sex, it didn’t sound like he loved me at all. I cried and ran to the toilets.”

I read the message a couple of times, I felt sad inside for her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stir up any trouble between you,” I sent back.

“That’s the thing, I didn’t tell her what you’d said at all, so she said the same thing as you. Maybe you’re both right after all. Maybe I thought he loved me as much as I loved him,” she sent back.

I didn’t hear anything from her all day, then that evening I got another message, around 8 pm.

“Josh, I’ve done something stupid, I feel really silly now,” the message read.

All sorts of scenarios ran through my head.

“What have you done?”

There was a short pause, then another message came through.

“I waited for John to come home, I’d bought some sexy lingerie and had put it on for him to see when he got back and lay along the sofa. He came in with three of his friends, saw me practically undressed in front of them and shouted loudly at me. His friends were laughing then wolf-whistling as I ran past them upstairs.”

“You didn’t know that his friends were coming back? Then why could he shout at what you’d done?” I asked.

“No, I was surprised as them, John said they’d come with him as they were going to the pub, he said he wouldn’t be back until late.”

“Sorry Nikki, but he’s not right for you, and that’s not just my opinion is it? I know that’s not what you’d want to hear. I’m here if you need to talk okay?” I sent her.

I didn’t hear anything back but assumed she was a mixture of anger and sadness. I settled down to watch TV, and around thirty minutes later a message came through.

“Bored on my own, are you sure you don’t mind talking?” she’d sent.

“Yeah sure, I’m not doing much, TV was on but not really watching it,” I replied.

“And some people say you single men spend all your spare time watching porn, disappointed in you Josh,” she replied, a laughing emoji at the end.

“Plenty of time for that later haha,” I responded.

“I might watch some myself, I was up for some fun and John has spoilt that. I have an itch that needs scratching,” she sent, a winking emoji ended the message.

I read it again, my eyes lighting up at the thought. Another message quickly followed.

“Can I send you another outfit picture?” she asked.

After seeing the previous ones, I probably wasn’t going to need to watch any porn.

“Yeah okay,” I replied.

If the previous pictures had been sexy, this one flew off the scale. She was sitting on her bed wearing a black completely lacy babydoll, with a silk ribbon escort urfa bow fastening behind the neck and at the front by her tits, the rest open and exposing a matching black lace thong. Her nipples were erect and poking out of the flimsy fabric.

“Oh my word, you look amazing!” I repied, with an aubergine emoji.

“So, you wouldn’t have abandoned me to go to the pub then?” she replied.

“Fuck no, I have made them go alone while I stayed with you, or made them watch with jealousy while I fucked you all night,” I sent back.

“Let them watch, erm that’s kinky. You’d do that really?” she asked.

“Purely to make them jealous, not just to let them watch you, that’s different,” I replied.

“So you’d have no problem showing me off then?” she asked.

“None at all, you’re stunning. People would be looking at your beauty and congratulating me on punching well above my weight,” I sent back.

“You’re pretty good looking yourself, Josh, I think we’ve both grown up pretty well.”

“Why, thank you for the compliment!” I sent.

She sent another picture, this time lying across her bed on her side, one leg bent upwards. She had an open hand by her mouth and was pretending to look shocked. My cock stirred in my boxer shorts. Another quickly followed, the front bow opened so the babydoll cascaded open and her beautiful firm tits were exposed for my viewing pleasure. Her skin was a milky white colour, her nipples erect, rose pink in colour, and long. Very long.

“What are these doing for you?” she asked.

“You’d be shocked if I told you,” I replied, my cock in my hand.

“You don’t need to tell me, you could show me instead. Send me a picture?” she asked.

It would only be fair I decided. She’d already sent me several pictures of potential wank material, so sending her one would be fine. I took a picture of my semi-erect cock, and waited for the reply.

“I’m a little disappointed Josh, am I not enough to make you hard? What about now?”

There was a further image. The same pose, but the thong was now gone. Her swollen labia smiled at me, a hint of wetness on them. They were almost the same rose pink colour as her nipples. Jesus, she was almost godlike.

I sent her another picture, hopefully, this would be better.

“Oh my, little Josh is standing to attention, just for me. I say little Josh, it’s bigger than Johns,” she sent back.

A smug grin came over my face. John was a massive prick with a small prick, I laughed to myself.

“What are you doing now Josh, are you looking at my pictures?” she asked.

“Damn right I am, oh boy you’re hot,” I replied.

“Do you still want to watch some porn?” Nikki sent.

“I don’t think I need to now,” I answered.

“Do you have Skype or Zoom?” she asked.

“I have Zoom on my laptop, yes,” I said, wondering where this was leading.

“Fetch it and get ready then,” she said.

I wandered off to get my laptop and then logged it in ready, still not sure what was happening. A couple of minutes later I was looking at Nikki, who’d invited me to a meeting. She told me to put the laptop somewhere it pointed towards my bed, and by the time I’d placed it on my bedside table, she had draped herself across her bed.

“Right, porn time,” she said, as her hand strayed between her legs and she groaned loudly.

I watched intently, my cock instantly hardening again. His hand worked between her legs, her back arching, a finger being worked across her clit. She had her eyes closed, then opened them as she stopped touching herself.

“Come on Josh, you too. Nikki needs to watch some porn too or this won’t work.”

I started stroking my cock, and she bit her lip as she watched. She sat more upright, her hand snaking between her legs again. She groaned again as she watched me via her laptop.

“Mmm, I wish I was there Josh, so I could slide my mouth over it,” she said.

My cock jerked in my hand at the thought.

“Oooh, you’d like that wouldn’t you Josh. Fuck, this is so naughty,” she told me, “what would you be doing?”

“I’d have turned you around so I could be licking those sweet looking pussy lips of yours while you sucked my cock,” I told her.

“With fingers inside me too?” she asked, as she thrust two inside herself.

Her head rolled back and forth at the pleasure she was giving herself. I stroked steadily, not wanting to rush a good thing. She opened her eyes, stared at the screen, and shot out.

“Oh god, I’m nearly cumming, oh god oh god oh goddddddd,” the last one coinciding with her orgasm shooting through her.

Relaxed after a while, she looked at the screen and told me she needed that. She sat on the edge of her bed, tweaking and twisting her large nipples.

“Back in a second,” she said.

I watched as her perfect arse faced me as she walked away from the bed, and bent over by her wardrobe. I could hear drawers opening and closing, then she returned with a lifelike dildo.

“It’s only six inches so looks shorter than yours, but it will have to do,” she said.

She saw me staring, and looked down at it.

“Do you mind me using it? John doesn’t, so I have to keep it under my bottom drawer in case he’s goes snooping,”

“If you’re going to use it while I watch, then be my guest,” I replied.

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