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Chapter 5 – Caving In to My Seductress

Mindy is now straddled over me. I’m pinned down between her legs. I feel her power and weight above me. I have no escape. As I look to her for a clue as to how to escape, she senses my every thought, and clutches me tighter, using her strong thighs. Realizing that she is on to my escape strategy, I have to pause to relax and think about this. She is daring me, but in a way that is like, “Are you sure you really want to be released?”

Mindy and I were locked eyes in the most puzzling way. She was allowing me to take a breath and think about what I was resisting. It seemed as if she didn’t believe that I would refuse her advances. The confidence in this woman was calming. I had to look deep into her eyes as she just kept me there, in that place beneath her, tightly subdued, as she studied my every reaction.

It feels as if I have no choice, but to just tell her. Tell her that she wins, I guess. Tell her that I have no defense or no good reason why to resist. Tell her that I’m sorry for being such a prude, and making her have to go to such lengths to bed me.

At the same time, I scheme up a plan in my head, that this is an assault, and possibly a big payday for me, should I decide to go that route. All my friends, even ma & pop, would be like. “take the police department and the whole fuck’n town to the cleaners”.

“Fuck those people” The thought that I quickly brushed out of my mind.

It feels good to be wanted by somebody that it actually worth a shit. Mindy is obviously well educated and has a reputable career. I feel like I should trust her. She just found her new little stray puppy dog.

She places her hands under my armpits and scoots me up, so that I’m sitting more upright against the armrest of the chair. She is surprisingly strong.

I feel more comfortable now, but a little alarmed over her strength.

She removes her shirt and throws it aside. Her breast are very curvaceous and impressive. Her nipples already aroused. I’m certain she’s going to want me to suck on them. I am eager too.

She puts her hands on the back of my head and pulls my head towards her as she also leans in closer to me. Ah, this is it. She brings my face right to her tits and smothers my face into them.

She pulls me so tight that my face is just sort of buried in between them. I try to move my head sideways so that I could get a better angle and she loosens her grip on me. I pull back a little and plant my mouth right over her left tit. I’m thrilled of the feel of her nipple in my mouth. I nibble and suck on it with such delight.

I could taste something that was driving me crazy. It tasted like what a woman should taste like. A flavor I’ve never experienced before. I know it’s just skin, but something was coming out of her pores and I couldn’t get enough.

I open my mouth wide open and tried to take as much of her tit into my mouth as I can.

I twirl my tongue in circles around her nipple as my mouth had fully engulfs her right areola. I work my way to her right, planting slow wet warm kisses on her chest along the way. I lap her nipples with the back of my tongue, and while doing so, closing my eyes and trying to taste and absorb that delicate flavor that I seem to fancy so much, now. I can’t get enough.

She had her hands on the back of my head with her fingers weaving through my hair and lightly pulling on it. I loved that.

She pulled me in just a little tighter as to let me know she didn’t want me to stop what I was doing.

The encouragement only turned me on more.

Ready to taste her next tit I turn my head to the side and repeat what I had just done to her left tit.                            

Kissing and softly nibbling on her nipple and as I continued to get more and more excited, trying to take as much into my mouth as I could.

I was trying to capture as much of that areola and nipple flavor as I could. It was a mild taste but since I never experienced it before, I couldn’t get enough of it. After slobbering all over her tits for a while, eventually the flavor subsided and now it was just about that wonderful feeling of her tits against my tongue and mouth.

I liked sticking my tongue out as far as I could and lapping her nipples trying to get the deepest part of my tongue to feel her nipple. I had my hands clenched on to her back so I could keep my mouth firmly against her. I never knew how enjoyable it could be to suck on a woman’s tits.

I would’ve gone on forever but she pulled my head back with her fingers gripped tightly around my hair. She was pulling my hair just enough so that it hurt and felt wonderful in equal balance. She knew how to handle a woman just right. I’ve never experienced a feeling like this. I felt like I was in heaven.

I look up at her as she looks down at me. I could hardly wait to see what she had in store for me next. I keep my palms flat against her back and use my fingers to lift her skin and squeeze it between them.

I probe all over her back, shoulders mersin escort and neck. Then I slide them down as far as I can to feel the lowest part of her back. My fingers reach over her rump to her ass crack.

I have reached it with my longest finger, just barely. My heart pounds harder at the realization that I’ve discovered new and dangerous territory.

All sorts of new thoughts suddenly overcome my mind.

I think about the fact that she has an asshole. I can’t help but make a visual picture in my mind what her anus looks like.

I’ve never seen anybody’s butt hole before except my own.

I wonder if lesbians are into ass holes. I have no idea. Do they just wear strap-ons and lick pussy? Or do they play with their asses too. God I’m no naive.

It turns me on to think about how private that is to her and how close I am to it.

I extend my shoulder just a bit so I can get a better reach of her bottom. I’m able to extend my hand another inch. My finger extends in the same motion and now it’s really buried between her crack.

Mindy twists her head and makes a very quiet dreamy sound “mmmm”.

It’s exciting for me to think that she likes me touching her near her little pucker.

I think about how I already couldn’t get enough of her natural scent from her skin, and her tits even more.

I want to breathe in and smell all of her. With feelings of such burning lust consuming me right now, I only want more.

As I softly caress her lower back with my palms, she sits on her knees straddled over me. I use my middle fingers to probe just a little bit further down. My hands squeeze and knead the her lower back as far as I can reach while I use my middle finger to probe her crack as far as I can.

My finger tip could only reaches about 2 inches below the start of her rectum. But it is far enough that my finger is well situated firmly in her crevice. I want more but the rest of her is unreachable. I continue to squeeze and knead the upper portion of her ass with my other hand.

My finger bends back and forth so that only the tip is rubbing her. It’s warm down there. She doesn’t seem to mind my probing her ass. How far would she let me go, I wonder.

I’m intrigued by the thought of what her asshole might look like. I wonder what her pussy looks like. I try to visualize what everything she has down there looks like together.

The visual I’ve painted in my head of her private parts has my juices flowing again.

I painted a very dirty picture of her, silly me.

Maybe if she didn’t take so long with me I wouldn’t have to let my mind run so wild. She’s taking her time on purpose so as to drive me to the edge.

We’re in a bit of a stalemate due to the position we’re in. I’m trapped below her so I can only do so much. I have limited reach with my probing hands. I need more. Where do we go from here?

I think she probably thought the same thing.

She lets me explore her with my hands a little longer before she lifts herself up off of the sofa. She stands there looking down at me. As I look up to her, I notice a wet spot on her shorts.

Her pussy is wet and I can smell it. She’s so close to me, standing right there. The smell of her sex is driving me mad. I never knew that the scent of an aroused woman could have such a sexual impact on me. I’m sexually delirious. I couldn’t be more turned on at this point.

I turn to face her and wrap my hands around her and grab hold of her ass and squeeze her cheeks tightly. I pull my self forward and rest my head against the lower part of her belly.

I turn my face to the side so that I can lay my cheek flat against her stomach while I concentrate on how nice her ass feels in my hands.

I want to squeeze that ass it feels so good. I savor the moment. She puts her hands on my head softly combing my hair with her fingers while I squeeze her firm round ass and caress it over and over.

She gently guides my head away from her stomach and looks to me. I look up to her, unsure what’s next.

She takes a step back and holds out her hand for me. I look at her hand and back up to her.

She keeps her hand right there waiting for me. While I continue to look up at her for answers, I take her hand with mine and slowly get up off the couch. She offers me her other hand too. I grab that one too.

We stand there for a moment just holding each others hands, looking at one another. Mindy was taking a brief moment to admire my beauty and to try to savor every moment. I’ve never seen such lust in someones eyes before. I knew I had it coming to me.

She stepped in closer to me, while letting go of my hands, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in tight. There was nothing playful about this. She was very serious about her intentions.

I followed suit and hugged her tightly too. Our bodies were firmly pressed against one another as we groped each other. I tilt my head down and lean it on her shoulder. I open my mouth and give a long wet kiss on her neck muğla escort and shoulders.

She is so soft and smells so good. I would’ve never kissed a man this way. I was craving the taste of her flesh, so I kept kissing her neck and face. I probably look like an amateur.

I feel her grab my head and turn me to face her. I look at her anxiously. She clearly sees how under control she has me. I wonder if she would take advantage of that. And if she did, what would that mean? What would she do to me?

She studies me while I’m pondering all these ideas about what she will do to me. She knows what I’m thinking about. She can see right through me.

She knows I’ve been painting pictures in my mind of her asshole. She knows that I’m very curious about all her little secrets she’s hiding down there. I feel her reading my thoughts with her eyes again.

With her focused eyes upon mine, she communicates to me, loud and clearly to me. She’s telling me something now. She grabs my chin, holding my face to look at her, making sure that I give her my full attention.

I read her thoughts through her eyes as instructed. She’s telling me what I should be prepared for. It’s received as sort of courtesy warning, I guess you could say.

I quickly telegraph back to her that I’m scared and don’t think I can. She gives me a disappointed look, like, ‘ah, poor little baby.’ Her response catches me by surprise. She doesn’t let up. She stands firm with her decision. She wants me to change my attitude.

I squeeze her hands gently and plead, with my eyes again, that I’m overwhelmingly nervous and not ready. I beg her to please understand me.

It doesn’t work. She’s having none of that. I know what’s about to happen.

Thoughts of her brown little ass hole and all this raunchiness consume my mind. She’s telling me that I’m going to be engaging in serious dirty sex with her tonight. Nothing is off limits.

She’s telling me that she’s going to fuck me in every which way all night long and that’s just the way it’s going to be, tough luck. I’ve never been more nervous in my life.

Losing her patience, she suggests that I nod my head, as in, “yes”.

I give her the only look I know that says “I trust you”

With that, accepting my fate, I nod my head, and give myself to her.

Chapter 6 – My First Time

She leads me to her bedroom and closes the door. She stands behind me and wraps her arms around me, feeling me out all over my body with her soft strong hands. I close my eyes and lean my head back as I feel her nibble on my ear and plant a series of warm kisses on my neck. I shiver with goosebumps.

My knees collapse from under me as I start to drop. Her arms quickly catch me, and lifts me back up. I’m very weak. I feel like I’m going to faint. Her tight grip loosens up and I feel her hands come together at my pelvis. Her fingers slip into my tight denim jeans. Suddenly, I feel her unbutton my pants.

I moan in a resistant and surprised fashion, but with her tongue down my throat, she doesn’t seem to notice my reluctance. I feel my zipper coming down. She skims one of her fingers just below the zipper as she pulls it down and while sliding it down, continues with her finger, softly brushing against my skin, as she zips it down. I feel her finger tip touch my swollen clit through my jeans, just briefly and with a a little pressure. My reluctance to her advances fades, as I just about melt right there in her arms.

Her hands are very skillful. She loosens up my pants and I she places her thumbs in my waste band and pulls them down along with my soaked panties. She wiggles them down all the way to my ankles. I hold onto her bed for balance and step out of them as she pulls them the rest of the way off.

I see her notice how wet my panties are. Now she really understands how turned on I am. This just feeds into her confidence in seducing me further.

Still standing behind me, she grabs a hold of my shirt and pulls it over my head and throws it on the floor. She wastes no time in taking off my bra and tossing that aside. I feel so vulnerable being so quickly stripped naked and standing in front of this woman. There is an awkward moment, as I feel vulnerable at the same time while she is adoring my body, looking me all over up and down.

She gets behind me and strips off her clothes. Then the lights dim low. As I’m still standing at the foot of her bed facing the headboard, I see her naked body crawl up onto the bed, slowly towards the end, while looking back at me. She wiggles her finger at me gesturing me to come to her.

Her body looks like a work of art. Her curves are endless. The way her melons hang, the shape of her ass, her back, shoulders, legs. She is a work of art. She lays down on her back and watches me come to her as she extends her arms out to me inviting me in.

I go right to her and she wraps them around me and pulls me down on top of her. I feel the warmth of her body on mine. She is so soft. I feel her nipples digging nevşehir escort into my breasts. I try to squirm and position myself to feel her nipples against mine. They touch and it takes me to another level.

I try to keep them rubbing against each other. She pulls my head down, and offers me her warm mouth. I place mine against hers and feel her tongue slide in mine. I lick it and twirl it with mine and then push it into her mouth.

With our lips locked, she rolls me onto my back. I feel so warm under her body and I feel tingly all over. Between the feel of her weight and warm soft body and the incredible passionate kiss she delivers me, I wish these feelings would never go away.

I feel so loved and appreciated. Nobody has ever made me feel even close to the way I’m feeling now. She is encouraged by the way I respond to her every touch.

She reacts accordingly by continuing to smother me with her wet mouth all over my face, neck. She works her way down to my nipples.

My arms are wrapped around her and I feel her caress her body anywhere I can reach.

She kisses my nipple and pinches it with her lips. She flicks her tongue on it and licks and sucks an uses her teeth. My nipples are very hard.

As I enjoy the feeling of her wet mouth sucking on my breasts, she repositions herself in a way that I can feel her clit right against mine. She keeps them together while making a gyration move with her hips. Our clits rub together while my nipple is being bitten and pulled on with her teeth and it sends me into a deep orgasm.

I am experiencing sensory overload. My orgasm last a long time and my pussy is soaked. Her rhythm increases as well as the pressure and she closes her eyes and starts screaming in ecstasy,

“Oh! , Ah…Ahh.. Ahhh!”

Her voice was loud but the tone was beautiful, like a song. I already had sensory overload from the smell and taste of her. But now a new element, her voice. It is driving me mad.

She lays on top of me heavily breathing with her hands holding onto mine that are laying behind my head. She has them pinned to the bed. She doesn’t want to let me go. She lays her head down on my chest as I wait for her to catch her breath.

She gets up off the bed and runs out the door and comes right back with a bottle of water. I sit up and wait for her to hand me the bottle. I take my drink and hand it back to her. She puts it down and climbs back into bed with me.

She pushes me back down again so that I’m laying on my back still. She doesn’t come down with me though. I thought she wanted to cuddle and kiss some more.

As my imagination runs wild of what’s next, she climbs over me and turns around facing the other way. She’s sits on her knees, each one on either side of me. I admire her body from the back side. She’s lean and tone. Her ass is facing me and I am very excited at the sight of it. I’ve never seen a woman’s ass so close and naked.

I think I know what’s about to happen and my juices begin flow at the thought of it. I’m panicky and excited at the same time. I admire her cute little butt and I can’t keep my eyes off of it. Here I am now, right where she wants me.

I’m laying down on my back like she asked and now I’m just waiting to see what she’s going to do to me next.

She looks over her shoulder back at me, catching me staring at her lovely ass. I look back at her and can see she’s trying to assess my state of mind.

I’m an easy read. I’m her piece of meat. I’m here to do whatever she wants. I already committed myself to her with that nod I gave her earlier. She clearly sees that I am completely under her control and not a threat. Her face relaxes and turns back away.

I watch her ass take new shape as she leans forward and grabs onto my legs. She bends her knees and scoots her self back my to me. “Oh god” I whisper very softly to myself. I have so many thoughts running through my mind.

Why does she want to do this to me? Doesn’t she know I’ve never done anything like this before? Is it just about having a power trip or something? I gave myself to her under her spell, and she plans on taking full advantage of that. I shouldn’t be surprised, I remind myself

She scoots back far enough to where her ass is just a foot away from my face. She bends her knees and lowers herself slowly and carefully. I put up my hands up in defense, but she is gentle so I just place them on her hips, holding onto to her, ready to accept her.

I look up at her ass as it spreads and opens up exposing her pinkish brown butt hole. It appears as if it’s winking at me. It looks alive. I can’t keep my eyes off of it. Her pussy is wet and juicy. I am turned on by that glistening wet shine of nectar.

She lowers herself all the way down so that my nostrils are right up against that brown hole of hers. My mouth situated right on the lips of her vagina.

I can hardly breathe. I can’t breathe through my mouth that is buried in her pussy, so I try to breathe through my nose. I breathe air mixed in with a strong pungent odor of her ass hole.

My god, I think to myself. I knew this was going to happen. My seducer is introducing her asshole to me. “Here it goes” I think to myself. “This is it.” I am now about to ‘kiss’ that little pucker, that I wondered so much about, all the way back at that traffic stop.

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Diversity Twins – Madde Steps Out On Raya

For those of you looking for more of the sweet romantic relationship between Madde and Raya this isn’t quite that. Oh, there is plenty of love between The Diversity Twins,; but this is about Madde’s independent adventures, and trust me, they are raunchy. So, more pure romance in a future episode, This one is about…sex.

They were both naked. Raya leaned back against the big overstuffed pillows, her legs wrapped around Madde, who was lying back against her. Raya had a firm grip on Madde’s generous breasts and a nipple pinched between the finger and thumb of each hand.

“Talk. The whole story; where you met, how you met, what you said, what she said, how she came on to you, or was it you to her…”

“Oh, Raya, you know I wouldn’t…ow! That hurts.” Raya was pinching Madde’s nipples pretty hard.

“You asked for it.”

“Oh damn, damn…ow…yes, I sort of did…but…wait, let me tell you…because that’s what you want, right?”

“Okay, I’ll ease up. But you kind of hurt me by doing this, so I reserve the right to…” She pinched again.

“Ow. But Raya, that’s just kind of getting me…hot… all over again, so….”

“Okay, I’ll ease up. But I need your story….”

Madde gave a big sigh and nestled herself back against Raya’s warm skin, relishing the touch of Raya’s tight nipples against her back.

“So…it started at the library…”

“You’re kidding?”

“Not. I figured I could get a little leg up on my senior thesis on manatees if they had some classic old texts. I kind of wanted to see if there were any historical stories about mistaking manatees for mermaids and like that; a fun way to begin an academic paper.”

“Mermaids….”

“Yup. So I’m in the stacks, and looking and looking, and I’m scoping out book numbers on the bottom shelf, and I notice what I figure is an older woman…because of her hair…sitting at the end of the room in one of those booth things….”

“A carrel….”

“No, that wasn’t her name…wait, do you want to know her name…?”

“I do…everything. But a carrel is the name of that booth/desk thing.”

“Oh…right, right. So I’m like hunkered down and bent over scrounging for this book and I see this dignified lady; and she keeps looking at me, but not just, ‘what is this crazy bitch doing pulling every other book from the shelf, but, really, more like a dude, because she keeps staring straight at my tits…and not looking away even when I catch her doing it.”

“You were wearing the top that shows….”

“Yup. And tights. And nothing under either of them because it was the library for pity’s sake, and I had just scooted over there on a whim on a boring Tuesday night. But, so I’m down on the floor, and it’s a bit chilly in the place, and those girls you are squeezing are just perking right up; but I’m not really thinking much about it until I see this…mature woman scoping out my boobs. And I should be embarrassed and just clamp an arm across my puppies and go away; but the way she is looking at them bothers me in a different way. I can feel it…elsewhere.”

“Why you dirty little slut.” Raya squeezed boob.

“Oh, Raya, don’t be like that. I felt kind of like a slut though….”

“…but…”

“Yeah. But. And then she is standing right behind me. And it’s like she is putting her hand on my shoulder and says, ‘Can I help you dear?’ But actually, her hand is on the back of my neck, like, just behind my ear. So soft. And I kind of squeak, ‘help’; ’cause the way she is looking makes me feel funny. But then she says, “I’m the research librarian. Maybe I can help you find something….” But her hand is still on me and she is still looking at my…body…and it really doesn’t seem like she is talking about…books. So we take a couple of the titles I found over to her…carrel…and I tell her, like a stupid, that I am looking for books with ‘scientific information about mermaids’…and of course she gives me a funny look, like, ‘you don’t look like a nut who thinks mermaids are real…are you also researching unicorns?’ But she doesn’t say that; she just says, ‘I see, what is your path of inquiry?’ A nice question. And we are sitting side by side, shoulders touching, and her hand is on my hand…And I spill about my thesis on manatees, and she gets it, she is listening politely, only she is sitting there and I’m sitting there, and I can feel her breath, and I’m so aware that my nips are tight and showing, and while she is asking me about things she is kind of pat-stroking my arm, and…”

“…You were turned on…”

“Very. But it was kind of confusing. She wasn’t…isn’t any kind of hottie. And not even a strong lez vibe; just a past middle age woman with grey kütahya escort hair cut in a sort of severe bob…only she has a little sparkly barrette clipping it back on one side. And she’s wearing a simple blue oxford button-down shirt, and a sweater vest. Grey straight skirt. Pantyhose. Basic black stacked heels. Nothing that says….”

“…fuck me….”

“…except her eyes, kind of steel grey-blue, very clear…and even though she is talking about other stuff, where I can find the books…or internet reference…I might need…her eyes are pretty clearly saying…”

“I want to eat that nipple…and the other one too.”

Raya punctuated her sentence with a good squeeze of Madde’s areolas and Madde couldn’t help pushing her ass back against Raya’s heat.

“So, she does help me get some books, even one locked in the precious volumes case, with great old maps with pictures of…you guessed it…mermaids with impressive breasts complete with big nipples. And we sit there, hip to hip, going through these old tomes and ripping strips of paper and marking them and talking about how I can scan things into my text…I’m sorry, Raya, am I making you mad? Please tell me ‘no’ and kiss my neck…”

“A little.” Raya buried her mouth in Madde’s curls and chewed a little on her earlobe. “Keep going, bitch.”

“Oh, Raya…I didn’t…”

“Ah, but you did; you know you did, and I want to know all about it.”

“Okay, okay, but stop because I’m getting all hot and messy and I can’t…think…”

“Fine. No smooches until we get to the good stuff. So…”

“Whoof. So we are sitting there, tight like that. And, in a way, it’s all just innocent and friendly. Nice librarian lady helps young student with her project. Only…she keeps touching me…not like groping, like a gross guy might do…but just pat, pat, friendly arm stroke, stroke. And her leg is right up against mine, not like rubbing or anything, but just a kind of subtle…pressure.”

“It bothered you.”

“Yuh. But not ‘ick’ bothered, more like ‘where is this going?’ bothered. And, slut, that I am, I wanted…

“…more.”

“More. Oh, Raya, it’s kind of like I…we…are new to this same sex thing and I really felt I needed to find out, to know for sure if I’m the kind of woman who really needs other women…you, yes…but other women in her bed, in her…

“…vagina.”

“Wow. Yeah. In a word. Not men but other women touching me there…maybe making me come…oh, Raya!”

“Shhh. Mads, this isn’t easy. This is a change. To have this be who we are. So…”

“So, right now you’re not mad?”

“Not so much mad as jealous…because you…went on a journey…with someone else. But maybe I think it was part of finding out who we are. Separately and together. So tell me what you…learned…”

“Oh, Raya, I had no idea. I think I learned so much.”

“Do tell.”

“O…K… So, of course she is being really helpful, and asking questions about my thesis that I hadn’t even asked myself…”

“About mermaids?”

“Nuh uh, about the serious stuff, manatee migration and nurturance, feeding grounds…”

“Mating habits…”

“Yes, well, that too. But it wasn’t like ‘wink wink, nudge nudge; how to mermaids do it with those big fishy tails’…okay, not all about that; but yes, she was kind of giving me looks when she asked about that kind of thing. But it was mostly just like, you know, friendly…except…”

“Except….”

“…except at one point she brushes back a lock of my hair that had fallen in my face…tucks it behind my ear. Back of her hand against my cheek. And she is looking into my eyes with this intense look…and she says, “You know, you are so, so beautiful. I’,m just stunned. Please, may I kiss you?”

“And she does?”

Madde nodded. “I couldn’t say anything, but I must’ve kind of nodded…because the next thing I know her mouth is on the side of mine, and it’s…fucking electric.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. So different from a guy. I don’t know…it was…”

“But you didn’t kiss her back…then?”

“No, not then. But my mouth was pretty ready for it. We don’t say anything for a bit, then talk some more about manatees…and after a while she asks me if I want to go for coffee or like a drink. And by then it’s all like, “Why not?”

“So not straight to her bed?”

“Not straight…oh Raya, that tickles so…so just right. Please kind of…oh yes, that’s good. Where was I?”

“I think, ‘not getting fucked’…yet.”

“Oh yes…coffee…or rather not coffee but Curaçao at this tiny place she knew about. And in the dim red lights, and the Billy Holiday songs, and with the encouragement of a few drinks…and the stroking up my leg manisa escort under the little table…” Madde was silent for a while, remembering. And Raya didn’t push her. She could tell from the way Madde was breathing that this had been…what…something that changed her. It was sort of sad. Her girl had become a different woman, someone else’s woman for a while. Had it changed who they were to each other? Probably. Was it a bad change? Maybe not. Madde did seem more womanly, more interested in what she wanted, less of a people pleaser. That could be exciting.

“She lived quite close to there. We just went. I went. Because…I wanted to. Oh, I thought about us some. And maybe it was the booze, but I figured, shouldn’t I see what this is about? This being attracted to women thing. I mean, it could be that I just love Raya and the time was ripe for us to explore some…or I could be a person who really needs…women’s bodies. Yes, a woman’s body…but how much is it about love and how much…?”

“Lust.”

“Yuh, Raya, really that. I had to find out….” She twisted round, pressing hard into Raya’s body and planted a strong, warm kiss. For a while it was intoxication.

“And….”

“….and, oh Raya…fucking women is so much….I was going to say better but it’s not so much that as…more…that’s it…more than I’ve felt with a guy…and don’t mistake me…there is something great about being…taken…by a man…but this was…”

“Tell me. I think I need to learn.”

“So. So we… we drink some herb tea, and nibble some Scottish shortbread she gets from a real Scottish aunt in Glasgow. And it’s all very mellow. And she just asks me if she can lend me a nightgown. So natural. And I say, ‘sure’ without thinking. And then I think, ‘she is petite, and I’m…”

“…not…”

“Right…not. So I ask her…and she says she had a friend who left some things there. And I say ‘okay’, not thinking then, ‘what kind of friend leaves nightgowns, plural, in your place?’ And of course not asking, ‘I’m sleeping here, right, so where am I sleeping?’ Because it just seemed the simplest thing that of course I was sleeping with her.”

“Of course.”

“Is it that funny?”

“Actually not. Puzzle pieces just finding the right…”

“Slots.”

“You said it.”

“I did.”

“And…?”

“Horny little scamp, aren’t you?”

Madde wiggled her ass against Raya’s warm, damp regions.

“So, yeah, we ‘retired to the bedroom,’ which is very well fitted out with a king bed and pretty lamps and pictures of sea birds. And she says, and this is sort of the beginning of her way, ‘We won’t shower now. That will be better later. Let me undress you.’ Just like that. I could have said something. Because it was sort of a WTF moment…

“Sort of…”

“But also…right. Because this was clearly where she had wanted to be since she saw me stooping in the stacks. And I knew that this was just what I wanted, too. So I just stood beside the bed. And she gently slipped her fingers in the waistband of my tights and very slowly peeled them off my hips and then down my thighs, knees, and, calves. Had me lift a foot and tugged the tights off each ankle. And there I was with nothing on from the waist down. I told you I had worn no underwear. And she just crouched there looking at me. Then she ran a hand up the side of my leg. A quick caress of my ass. Lingered on my prominent hip bones. She likes those. She said so. Fingers across my belly. I was already a little light-headed and I held onto the post of the bed. She did a funny thing. She brushed my pubes up and down as though to fluff them out. A chuckle. Down the outside of the other leg then slowly up the inside. So natural, and so fucking exciting. The side of her hand reaches my soft parts. And I’m quite wet. She presses up and oh so slowly pulls her hand out and brings it to her face. She inhales my scent deeply. ‘Perfect,’ she says.

“This really happened? You’re not just trying to get me steamy; because you sure are succeeding.”

“Angel’s truth.” Madde held up two fingers. “Then she reached for the hem of my top. Just as slowly and carefully pulled it up. Stops when my belly is exposed. A little ‘hmm’. Bends in and sniffs me. A smile. A tiny kiss just below my belly button. Jeez, I felt that inside. So simple. Pulls my top up further, catches on my tits. They pop out and bounce the way they do. Big smile. She says, ‘Ah.’ Doesn’t touch them…which, of course leaves me wanting her to touch them, and more…but my mind doesn’t really dare go there. So I just stand there like a dummy and lift my hands over my head and even bend forward so she can pull my top off. She does. Folds it neatly and puts it on a chair with my tights. mardin escort Stands there just looking me up and down. Nodding just a little.

“Finally she says, ‘Yes. I think you need to turn around and bend over. Put both hands on the footboard of the bed.’

“I do that. No questions, just do it. The bed has this big, strong footboard and four tall posts with giant knobs on top, kind of like…”

“I can imagine.”

“So I’m bent over, holding onto this thing. My face is kind of warm and my head fuzzy from…everything…but it all seems…not innocent, but somehow okay. I mean, if a man was doing this I probably wouldn’t be doing this. Maybe you would…oh, sorry, that was low…”

“If the foo shits…”

“So, yeah, well…I’m holding onto the bed and she kind of takes my hips and pulls them toward her so I am nice and bent over. And then she kind of taps the inside of one leg so I move my foot over, and then the same thing with the other one. And she kind of pushes my head down and then runs her hand from my neck down my ass. A little wordless murmur. ‘Nice.’ She says, ‘I’m going to do this.’ And she puts her fingers on my tailbone and the meat of her thumb on my asshole. That’s it. But I feel this major squeeze inside. Then she says, “I’m going to finger you now. Tell me with your sounds what is best.’ And with her other hand she just slides two fingers into me and starts slowly stirring them around. Not thrusting, like a guy might do. Just stirring my pudding. And it is a pretty wet pudding. I can hear myself, and it is sort of embarrassing, but also so damn hot…. Oh, Raya, is this TMI. I really don’t want to hurt you…”

“Hey, keep talking, girl. Makes me want to stir my own pudding…”

“You so could. I could move over so you can….”

“No, no, you stay where you are. But don’t mind me if I grind against your ass from time to time…”

“Sure, of course, but….?”

“Exactly. Keep talking.”

Nipples were squeezed.

“Oh! Okay, I was….”

“Just getting finger fucked….”

“That sounds so…it was more like…like, she was talking to me with her fingers. Like, ‘Hello, and how is this this evening? Does this need stroking? Oh, yes it does. See how it wants more. See how this pretty, pretty ass is tilting up so I can reach in a little further and tickle this. Oh, yes, We can tell you want that because your tight asshole is tightening under my thumb…but look at that, now it is loosening almost as though you want to be penetrated there. Now let’s try a regular rhythm, a little stroke, stroke, stroke, pause…and again…and again. It was magic. I don’t think she was actually saying these things, maybe some of them, but I heard it all, and answered. And she did say to me in that quiet librarian voice, ‘You don’t have to be quiet here, dear. Let your voice sing. Let your breath tell me.'”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. And she really took her time. I mean, it was firm, but it was gentle, or sometimes gentle when I needed her to be gentle. And it went on and on, and my arms were delightfully tired, and my face was red just hanging there. And I was panting like a dog bitch on a hot day. And she was saying, “Yes, yes, there it is, go to it, go with it. It’s yours, come on.’ And I find my self fucking back against her hand. And now she has three fingers in, or maybe even four, who knows? Not fisting, because she says, ‘I won’t fist you now. We’ll save that.’ But what she is doing is just fine, because now her fingers are curved down against my g-spot; and she has found exactly where it is, and is positively scrubbing it now. And I’m getting all messy wet, and I worry I’m messing up her carpet, because I can feel it coming out of my….But I then don’t give a shit ’cause my feet are on bare boards, and that’s like permission to do anything the fuck I want. I’m getting damn loud, and she is urging me on like a horse at the end of a race.”

Madde stopped talking. Her hips were rocking against Raya and Raya was pushing back. That happened for a while until Madde gave a little moan and shuddered for a moment. Raya was breathing hard in Madde’s ear. Her hips flexed against Madde, held, and finally released with a sigh.

“Fucking ourselves with words, Mads. That’s pretty hot. She didn’t actually whip you?”

“What?”

“When last heard from you were charging for the finish line like Seabiscuit. I imagined your little librarian riding your sweaty haunches while she whipped you toward home.” Raya chuckled. Madde squirmed.

“No. Well, anyway, not then…then I just came out of my mind. I was just bucking with it.”

“There’s that horse again.”

“No, well, I did feel like a perfect animal. I think I drooled as I came. I know that doesn’t sound very sexy, but for a while I was out of my mind. And all the time I could feel those firm little hands just owning me. Making me do what she want me to do. And I did it. So willingly. I just let go completely. After I came like that I felt sort of empty, but also free, like I had never been so free in my life.”

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I had reached home just in time before Raja could come back from the bank. I quickly took off my clothes and put them in the washing machine. I then took out the bedsheet from the carry bag, it reeked of sexual discharge, sweat and urine. Holding it in my hands I suddenly felt very horny remembering the sexual escapades that Chameli and I encountered in the machchi colony that afternoon. I took the rag like cloth near my face and sniffed it with force. The odor absolutely made me dizzy for a few seconds and then slowly as I recovered, I kept sniffing it again and again. As the strong odor filled my senses I imagined as if Chameli was right in front of me and I was smelling her body odor and also licking her pussy. My fingers automatically went to my pussy, rubbing and pleasuring myself as I kept sniffing the bedsheet. “Ooohhhhh, aaaahhhhh, Chameli my love, ummmm.” Moaning sounds of a horny woman came out from my mouth as I kept fingering myself and soon with a loud outcry I came, drenching my fingers with my sticky juices. Just then there was the sound of the calling bell.

The impact of the orgasm was still on my body when the ring of the bell startled me. I readily put the smelly bedsheet in the washing machine and washed my hands and pussy. The bell had rung again by then and I quickly applied some talcum powder on my body and wore some clothes. Once more the bell rang and there were knocks on the door as well. I quickly went to the front and opened the door. Raja was standing with his hand on the bell, a look of anxiousness mixed with anger could be seen on his face. “Come on Sumita, what’s happening? Were you asleep in the evening hours?”

“Yes, I was tired and didn’t realize when I fell asleep on the sofa. Very sorry.” I replied.

-“It’s ok, however you are giving the impression of being in the bathroom rather than on the sofa.”

-“Yeah as soon as I was awake I rushed to the bathroom first to freshen up and then opened the door.”

Raja came inside and while taking off his clothes said, “Alright then, now I must tell you Sumita that there is a problem. I have to rush to Hyderabad for a seven day training program which I must attend for my promotion. The accommodation which the bank will be providing to me is only for me alone. So, if you were to accompany me I have to book a room in some hotel in Hyderabad.”

I immediately said, “You need not do so Raja. I shall stay here on my own. If I went there along with you, it will only be a distraction for you and also the expenses will be much too. Don’t worry about me, it’s just the matter of seven days.”

Raja looked towards me and said, “Are you sure? Don’t you think you will at least need someone during the evening and night. A live-in maid perhaps?”

-“Hmm yes I think you are right. I shall arrange one tomorrow. There are a few women in the market who also work for the households. I shall ask some one of them to stay with me after their work is over.”

-“Alright if it is okay with you. Let me freshen up and make my travel arrangements. My flight is tomorrow morning.”

I was overjoyed as I would be able to bring Chameli home now for these seven days and we could have wild sex without any interruptions or time-limit. I helped Raja in his packing and other arrangements. He was very tired in the end and slept soon after having his dinner. Next morning after bidding me farewell he left for the airport. I was now free to have all kinds of sexual adventures with Chameli.

I went out to the market and as usual Chameli asked me to follow her to the abandoned godown, keeping a safe distance as before. As we reached the smelly godown I told her the news and her face beamed in joy.

She said, “That means Sumita I shall be able to stay with you at your house and we can make love anytime?”

I smiled and said, “Yes my love, anytime.”

She kissed my lips and said, “That also means you can stay with me once at my house in Machchi colony.”

-“But baby, what will happen if someone gets to know? Also Raja might call me on the telephone.”

-“That we have to manage somehow. Nobody will be able to know that you are staying with me in the slum. I shall take care of that. Regarding the telephone you think about a way so that it doesn’t ring at all. And don’t worry, just for two nights you will have to stay at my house. Other five nights we make love in your flat.”

Chameli started to kiss my cheeks, my lips the hollow of my throat and my shoulders while I stood with my back to the wall and moaned. I was also thinking about Chameli’s proposal to stay at her house for two nights. It was very risky indeed but also it felt so much full of kink and erotic that my mind was also accepting of giving it a try. Suddenly the force of Chameli’s hand on my head pushing me to the ground startled me and I realized that she had lifted her saree and petticoat to show me her hairy pussy. It smelt more raw that day, due to the sweat and also the aroused state of Chameli’s sex. I sat on the ground on my folded knees and put my tongue on the hairy pussy of the fisherwoman.

“Put your hands on my buttocks and caress kuşadası escort my ass while you lick me Sumita.” Chameli’s voice could be heard. She was stroking my hair while sighing and moaning too as she felt my tongue invade her hairy jungle to lick the pink interior of her pussy. I immediately put the palms of my both hands on her butt and my fingers slowly moved on the slick ass muscles. My tongue tasted the pussy juices of the fisherwoman, my nose inhaled her sweaty and fishy smell while my fingers caressed her sweaty ass. Chameli had held a handful of my hair in her hand now and while moaning in pleasure was pulling at the strands of my hair. I was going strong in my licking action while my hands were busy roaming on the sweaty ass of the fisherwoman.

“Oomph, oooh, aaah.” The sighs and moans kept on coming from Chameli’s mouth as my tongue untiringly lapped the pink pussy amidst the dense hair in her cunt. My fingers have now went in between her ass cheeks and were moving up and down in the ass crack. The strong odor of fish coming from Chameli’s body was overpowering me like always and I was feeling that I was actually having sex with a mermaid. My own pussy was on fire now and I too needed to come as well but there was no way I could achieve that right now. The salty, sticky juices of Chameli’s pussy were full in my mouth now. Odor of the closed godown, Chameli’s sweat odor as well as the odor of the fish that always existed in her clothes were all over me as I kept licking the fisherwoman’s pussy. Soon by my efforts she came and discharged her juices in my mouth.

Chameli took some deep breaths and said, “Great Sumita, you are improving and impressing me all the time. Now for me please do one thing. Smell the fingers and the palms of your hands.”

I while still seated on the floor readily sniffed them as told, they were in Chameli’s ass and as I sniffed my hands my nostrils were filled with the new kind of odor, a mixture of Chameli’s sweat and ass smell. I sniffed them twice or thrice and my horny body almost met an orgasm. Almost, however, I didn’t actually come though.

“You loved the smell, didn’t you Sumita? Now for your orgasm. Stand up now and as I raise my hand you sniff and lick my armpit. As you can see I am wearing the sleeveless blouse you had once given me so you will have direct access to my armpits today.” Chameli remarked.

I stood up and as Chameli raised her right arm, the hairy jungle in her armpit was in my view. It was really sweaty and I could smell its odor from a distance. I started to kiss her arm from the wrist, going up to the elbow and the upper arm. She smelt heavily of fish and as I kissed her I felt that I was tasting a raw fish in the process. I then put my mouth on the hairy armpit of the fisherwoman sniffing and kissing it at the same time.

“As you lick and sniff my armpit you may use any of your hands on your aroused pussy. Please yourself as you please me. Until you come, don’t move away from my armpit.” Chameli murmured.

A cesspool of sweat and stink existed in Chameli’s armpit and as I sniffed and licked it now I felt its salty taste and pungent odor. As instructed by my fisherwoman lover I had put my hands inside my panty and touched my pussy as I kept licking the salty sweat of Chameli on the hairy patch of her armpit. As I raised my self to the brink of an orgasm Chameli suddenly stopped my hand and put it behind her, on her ass.

“Ummm, no.” A frustrated sigh escaped my lips being denied the orgasm. My mouth was still in Chameli’s armpit and it had stopped licking it. “Don’t worry Sumita, you will get your chance again. But for now you need to worship my other armpit too and at the same time my ass is too craving for some more caressing. Lick my left armpit now and caress the insides of my ass with your fingers.” Chameli whispered in my ear.

The fisherwoman raised her left arm now and the same hairy and sweaty patch awaited me in her armpit. Surprisingly just afew hair on her armpit was grey just like a few on her head. I, still in a very horny state, put my mouth and nose on the sweaty left armpit and sniffed and licked it. My fingers as instructed by Chameli was moving in her ass crack and my actions brought moans from her mouth. I took her armpit hair in my mouth and squeezed it in my mouth to generate the sweat and gulped it. My fingers were continuously moving in her ass and I could feel Chameli’s body shaking as she moaned. The smell of fish that always existed in Chameli’s body was now overpowered by the smell of her sweat.

“Oooh, aah, Sumita you are such a good licker. You have made me horny again. Don’t stop licking my armpit and caressing my ass. I shall tell you if any change is required.” A very horny voice of Chameli was heard. My own body was very much aroused but I was unable to please myself. My mouth seemed to be glued to Chameli’s armpit and my fingers were untiringly moving in her ass crack. Suddenly Chameli pushed me down and made me lie down on the dusty floor of the godown.

“Oh no baby my clothes would be so dirty.” I said as I was on the floor kocaeli escort on my back. Chameli mounted my body and sat on my face, placing her hairy pussy on my mouth. “So what Sumita, your husband is not at home now, isn’t he? No one is going to notice it. Come on now lick my pussy to my orgasm.” Chameli remarked.

I held the sides of Chameli’s ass and started to lick her hairy pussy, the second time that day. My tongue moved in the pink interiors of the fisherwoman’s cunt as she moaned while sitting on my face. The sides of her sweaty thighs rubbed on my cheeks as I pushed my tongue as far as I could in her pussy. Chameli kept moaning and sighing, not caring to lower her voice any more, and though I was afraid that somebody from outside might hear her I didn’t complain and just kept licking her pussy. Today the session was going very long and I was wondering if Chameli realized that she also had to go back to her shop to attend it. Till now she was showing no concern about it.

Chameli’s pussy was now pressing tightly on my mouth and I could understand she wasn’t far away from her second orgasm. I speeded up my licking while moving my fingers on her ass. Chameli’s breaths became irregular and she shook vigorously as she met her orgasm and squirted her juices into my mouth. She didn’t move away even after the orgasm, she kept sitting on my face, trying to catch her breath. Finally she got up and said, “Oh no, I haven’t realized that I had left the shop unattended for such a long time. Sumita you need to come now, don’t you? Please be quick about it. Do you want to sniff my armpit again as you please yourself or do you want to do it some other way?”

“Dealing, my baby, will you not make love to me just like I did to you please? I am very tired honey, please help me achieve my orgasm.” I said, in a pleading voice.

“Of course why not Sumita? Come and sit on my lap facing me while I sit on this abandoned wooden block. Rub your pussy on my thighs, they are slick in sweat and in no time your pussy will meet its orgasm.” She remarked.

She sat on the wooden block with the lower half of her saree raised so that her thighs were exposed. I lowered my salwar and panty down to my ankles and sat on her left thigh so that my legs were on either side of her thigh and started to rub my pussy on the sweaty thighs of the fisherwoman. I moaned as the rubbing started to make me aroused and horny and the pussy juices started to flow as well. Chameli hugged me and whispered in my ear, “Sumita as you keep rubbing your pussy your mouth is sitting idle. Why don’t you lick my ear in the meantime?”

While continuing to rub my pussy I stuck out my tongue and licked Chameli’s right ear. It tasted bitter but I didn’t complain and kept licking it while my pussy got slicker as it rubbed against the sweaty thighs. Chameli instructed me to lick her left ear after some time and I did exactly what she told me to do. My tongue moved inside the ear of the fisherwoman while I humped my pussy on her thighs. The wooden block made some low sounds on the floor due to my rubbing action and Chameli encouraged me to give her more ticklish licks in her ear. When I finally came I felt I was fully spent out as for a full minute I discharged my pussy juices on Chameli’s thighs and I out of fatigue supported my head on her shoulder.

“Hey Sumita, you need to get up now. I have to go to my shop, you see.” Chameli said, in an urgency. Though I didn’t want to get up due to tiredness, I still had to since it was already very late. As I got up up from her lap Chameli said, “Oh no, my thigh is drenched with your juices, lick it otherwise it will come onto my petticoat.”

I knelt on the floor, slid my head inside her petticoat and started to lick Chameli’s drenched thigh. My tongue tasted my own pussy juices mixed with Chameli’s sweat. As my tongue kept licking the thigh in vertical and circular motions, Chameli uttered, “We are so privileged to get a week of private time aren’t we Sumita? Today after work I shall lock my house and go to your place. But tomorrow you need to come to my house and stay. We shall make love all the time my dear.”

I licked away all the pussy juices and said, “Okay my baby as you say. I hope I won’t get caught while staying at your house in Machchi colony.”

“Don’t worry at all. I shall take care of that. Now let us move out. As always you take the other route to your house. Remember to cook some good food for me. I shall come in the afternoon and together we stay, together we make love.” Chameli remarked.

She didn’t even stay for a second after that and moved out, not caring to dust away my clothes which were dusty now as I had sat and laid down on the floor several times. I tried my best to dust off as much as I could and then I once again sniffed my fingers that were in her ass. The smell was earthy and weird, but I absolutely loved it. I then cautiously moved out of the godown. My face was a mess and though I had cleaned my face with my wiper, I was sure my face and body was smelling a lot. So, I sprayed some perfume over me and then went to the main konya escort road. I took an e-rickshaw to go back to my flat, luckily escaping the attention of anyone. I went inside and after washing myself and my clothes, I cooked the best food that I could for Chameli. My heart was beating fast as I imagined the sexual adventures I was about to carry out with the fisherwoman in the near future.

The phone rang and it was Raja. “Where have you been, Sumita? I rang twice before and there was no answer. I have landed here safely and now I am in the training venue’s accommodation room. I am sharing my room with Mr Pradhan of Sikkim.”

“Oh yeah I was in the market shopping for some essentials. I also arranged for a woman who would stay at home as a housemaid for these days. So, I was late Raja.” I said, I had made up this answer in my mind while returning home from the godown.

-“Alright then, be careful and take care. Bye.”

-“Bye.”

I sighed and put back the receiver. I arranged the food on the table and then awaited the arrival of Chameli who came at 4 PM. As I closed the door she hugged me and kissed my lips. She was still in the same attire, her body all sweaty and smelling of fish and sweat. As we kissed each other the sweat from her skin got adhered to my body. The slippery tongue of the mature fisherwoman came in my mouth and I sucked on it while our deep breaths filled my living room. “Mmm, umm, mmm.” The sounds came from our closed mouths as we kept kissing each other’s lips.

Breaking the kiss finally Chameli said, “Sumita, it is so good to be together without any fear of getting caught isn’t it? I didn’t even change my clothes or wash myself. I just locked my house and came here. So much was my excitement to meet you.”

I smiled and said, “I am very excited too, my sweetheart. You may change your clothes and take a bath in my bathtub.”

-“Of course, but I don’t want to do it alone. You too should join me. Come on Sumita.”

Both of us took off our clothes and went into the bathroom. Chameli was impressed by the bathtub as well as the geyser and the shower facilities available in the bathroom. “My love, let me bathe you with my bathing gel. Also I should shampoo your hair too.” I said to her, while showing her my cabinet of soaps and shampoos.

“Yes sure, but before that won’t you love to sniff the smell of my body? I know you will, so sniff my hair first. Then gradually you can move on.” Chameli remarked, as she showed her back to me, her wiry, brownish and unwashed hair in my view. I stood close to her and started to sniff her hair from behind. It had a stench of sweat and a fishy odor, I wondered if there was any part of her body that didn’t smell of fish. I brushed my nose on the long locks of unwashed hair of the mature fisherwoman, my naked body was also brushing on the sweaty body Chameli. I kept sniffing and moaning as my actions had made me horny. My hands had gone to the front and groped Chameli’s boobs as I now kissed and sniffed her nude back.

Chameli held my hands and brought me in front of her, only to push me to the tiled wall of the bathroom. She stood in front of me with her back towards me and pressed her back on me, her hair being on my face. I sniffed again the weird smell of her unwashed hair as the mature fisherwoman rubbed her hair on my face. “Uumm, ummm, mmmm.” The sounds escaped my lips while I sniffed and kissed the wiry hair of Chameli. The odor was very strong and like always it was intoxicating me, mesmerizing me. My hands once again groped Chameli’s boobs while I sniffed and kissed her hair. The session continued until I was out of breath and was panting heavily.

Chameli looked pleased and said, “That was lovely and awesome Sumita. Now let us go to the bathtub.”

“Thank you my love, let me fill up the bathtub with water.” I replied.

-“That can be done a little later, Sumita. Let us just get in first.”

-“Ok, as you say honey.”

Both of us got into the empty bathtub, I still feeling the odor of her hair, sniffing her hair haf turned me on and I was very horny. Chameli looked towards me and said, “Sumita, you have touched my ass and sniffed your own fingers after that. But I think you deserve a direct contact as we are so much in love now. Sniff my ass now Sumita, you deserve to smell me everywhere.”

The mature fisherwoman took a reclining position while supporting herself on the wall just above the bathtub, showing her behind to me. “Kneel behind me and separate my buttocks, Sumita. Put your nose in my ass crack and smell me, enjoy yourself.” Chameli remarked.

I did as she said and separated the sweaty buttocks of the mature fisherwoman. As I put my nose in her ass I could smell the earthy and weird odor mixed with sweat and fishy smell. I put my nose in her asshole and started to sniff with force, smelling the weird odor of Chameli’s ass. Chameli moaned and sighed while she rubbed her own pussy, even in her wildest dreams she must never had thought that one day a young and beautiful woman like me would worship her body as I was doing everyday. As I sniffed with my nostrils making the nose of sniffing audible to Chameli her moans became louder with time. The earthy odor had now engulfed my senses and I like a robot kept on sniffing the ass, my head going up and down sometimes, but not even for a second my nose stopped sniffing the pungent odor of Chameli’s asshole.

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I am ashamed.

“Of what?” she asked, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

Of my life.

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I did what I was supposed to do. I did what they told me to do. I ate what they wanted me to. I drank what they brought forward. They tore away what I wore and wrapped me in themselves. Their hands on my hand. Their leg on my leg. Their chest on my chest…

I know I wasn’t supposed to look but I did. Her hair at that time appeared like a black tapestry hanging in front of me. She was talking to someone in an aggrandizing manner. Her waist seemed dislocated at the angle she was bent with one hand placed on it.

It was a sin. Isn’t it? Being a girl and staring at a girl? No, not just by any gaze but with a gaze holding certain meaning, a certain desire. They would banish my existence if they were to find me. Soon enough, they were on my shoulder with their mouths inside my ears. They said I was committing a sin. I must keep my mind clear for a man who likes his woman with a mind brimming with only innocence and purity. The joke of the century will be played on the man when he realizes that, this mind of mine has nothing of my own.

Then I saw her side profile. I tried shrugging the heaviness off my shoulders and keeping my focus only on her. Then she completely turned towards me. She was getting closer. I must look away. She was approaching me. She was smiling. Her lily-white teeth finally managed to relax my shoulders.

“Would you move just a bit?”

She kahramanmaraş escort was going to join me on this seat. I scooted away from her just enough to give her a place to sit but not enough to feel detached. She placed her bag on the desk before her and sat right beside me. Her backpack was a big utility type. So with that bag on the desk, it felt as if we were hiding behind a wall. The vicinity suddenly became warm, dark and snug.

She caught me off guard twice during the lecture but she spared me a smirk and came closer. Her hair reached me first. That dark tapestry tickled the skin around my neck as she brought her lips closer to my ears.

“You look like you wanna eat me,” she said and the sounds of her mouth gave me tingles all over my body.

~~

The next thing I know I was in some sort of room. A small intimate nook. Later, that nook was revealed to be her room.

She snatched my tote bag and together with her own bag threw them in some obscure corner of that nook.

My shoulder started to feel heavier and heavier every passing minute. I was willfully neglecting them. It was not me. It was her. She was making them stop. She was sealing their mouths. She was grabbing my head and pressing her lips against mine. She was shushing my brain. She was eating my soul. My mind was under her spell. How could she ever like the taste my rickety soul?

Soon we were naked. I wanted nothing but to be able to reach every inch of her body and grab them. I wanted my palms to feel the sensation of her soft skin. She pinned me on the bed and her kastamonu escort hair formed a curtain on us. She stayed hovering over me. I inhaled the scent of the protecting drape she had around me. If she were a sin, I would commit her. If I were a sinner, she would be my last wish.

She leaned in for an another round of kissing. I wrapped my hands around her torso and occasionally teased her breasts with my fingers as hers were teasing mine. She asked me to suck on her supple breasts. I held her mounds in my hands and gave each of her nipples delicate suckle. She giggled saying my tongue on them tickled her but I must not stop. She massaged my chest and buried her head in my neck.

Before I could prepare myself, her hand was already in the nook where I held all my shame. The niche held more of other than it did of me. Her spell that held my shoulders suddenly broke off and my ears started ringing. I immediately begged her to set me free. She agreed but stayed on top of me.

“Are you not okay?” she asked her voice closer to my neck.

My core started aching. The place that was meant for me became the bane of my existence. It ached. I squeezed my legs together and bit my lips. My head— I started feeling dizzy.

“Hey?”

“Hey?”

“Hey? Can you hear me?”

She pulled me out. My shoulder went pins and needles. My eyes heavy and heart racing. I opened my eyes and saw her entire body wrapped around me. I was in her warm embrace and she was crying.

“I am sorry,”

She let go of my body.

“I am sorry. I hurt you,” she said. kayseri escort Her eyes had turned pink and the tip of her nose shy away from red. What was she apologizing for?

I did what I was supposed to do. I did what they told me not to do and now she is suffering.

I held her face in my palm and kissed her puffy cheeks. I held her delicate hair and shifted it aside to kiss the curve of her neck. Her pulsating neck flinched at the contact of my wet lips. I ran my lips on her collar bone and shoulder, sucking her sweet spots and rubbing her smooth back.

“I am okay,”

I received a shower of kisses upon giving that response.

“We should rest,” she said holding my sanity in her decision.

Was I sane? Do I have the right to stay sane?

“No,” my soul pleaded to be allowed to live again. The hollowing pain of desperation had me cup her hands in mine.

My throat felt prickly and eyes started to hurt but I wanted to be with her. When had anyone ever cried for me? She was a stranger. Her soul felt my soul’s heavy burden and shed tears on my behalf. How could I leave her now?

We sat in front of each other. Her legs overlapping mine as her core came unbearable closer to mine. She hugged me and pulled me closer.

“Please, just-” My body ached for her.

Her warm breathe fanned my ear as she kissed my lobe. I pressed my chest close to bosom as her hands went down between us. I rested my head on left shoulder as she gentle massaged the void between my legs. The voices were itching to hurt me but her smell, the delicate aroma of her body and the mindfulness her fingers turned that void into something I was able to feel.

I wrapped my arms around her as I came closer to what I was supposed to feel and what I was supposed to get from that thing between my legs. I moaned into her ears and erupted into a puddle of pleasure as she kept holding me close, making me feel one with her.

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Hello, my name is Rachel.

This is a story from a long time ago, when I was first married.

I was 21 at the time and working in an office with three other girls and June, a married lady 35yo who was office manager. They had organized a Christmas company party including a ” lucky dip” to raise money for their local children’s charity and it contained various samples of clothing and goods that their shops sold, and also various items donated by their suppliers and local shops.

I was late to the party as I had met a friend for a few drinks, but June said she had taken my dip for me, to save me missing out, and she urged me to open it right away, it contained a very nice pair of skimpy panties and I knew my husband would like them, but June said I had to try them on now as she had been trying to encourage the boss to make a substantial order, but she was reluctant as they were what the clothing trade call “cabbage” (Items that cost almost nothing as they are made from left over bits, so you often don’t get two or more matching items, but June was determined to get an order somehow and she promptly marched me into the boss’s office. I must say the boss was a lady in her early fifties.

When we entered the room the boss was clearly waiting for us. June said she wanted to show her the quality of the panties that her friend was offering to supply them with, and to my bewilderment she held my little skirt up to show them how pretty they were.

I felt so awkward standing there like that, but at least I was covered. The lady boss, Margaret was her name, gawped at my exposed panties for a moment and then she knelt down to examine them.

June realized what was happening, but hatay escort Margaret had apparently never bothered to even look at them before, and she ordered me to stand still as she stroked her fingertips over me, pretending, I felt, to assess the selling potential of the little garment. I looked shyly at her and the lustful look she gave me made me want to hide in shame.

June held me steady as Margaret ran her fingertip firmly up my pussy groove,

“They certainly seem well made” she murmured.

I stood there in disbelief, I often felt that I was a target always being the new girl at work.

June was chatting to her.

“They are all locally made and a real bargain I think, my friend collects left over material for nothing from small manufacturers. With rents and space limitations they are not able to leave stuff hanging about they need the space clear for working, but she owns a market stall selling offcuts, but now she has a small team making things from them and she still had more than she can handle. I think we should buy them as a budget range and prominently feature them in all our shops as an added attraction, something different from our rivals “

All this time Margaret had been stroking her finger over my sensitive pussy, and then she slipped her finger inside the panties to pretend to feel the thickness of the material, I flinched as I felt her stroking my naked pussy lips with the back of her finger, I could feel the naughtiness of her female knuckle pressing firmly against my helpless little sex slit. I felt so ashamed as she sort of frigged me in front of June. She looked up at me at that moment to judge my reaction to ığdır escort her fingering of me and I was trying so hard not to push her off as I felt so trapped with June’s arm firmly round my shoulders as Margaret, the boss, prodded my married cunny.

I was blushing like mad and also feeling something hot and wet. She gently moved her knuckle over my clitty bud and my knees almost gave way, but luckily June had her arm round me and was supporting me as I experienced a sexy little cum, despite my shame, and I could feel myself leaking as the pussy torment carried on and I was praying she would not notice.

I don’t know how long it went on for, or how she managed to carry on that silly inner presence, June must have realized what Margaret was doing to me but she didn’t seem to make any attempt to stop her, and she was overjoyed when Margaret said she would love to accept June’s recommendations, and organize a “bargain range “in all the shops and I finally managed to get out of there and go and wash my poor burning face, and mop up my poor leaking pussy.

June followed me to the bathroom.

“Don’t worry. Margaret likes girls and she had played with all of us in the office. It’s not a big deal, only fingers and tongue. Don’t worry.”

I went home and all seemed as normal as any other evening. I ate dinner with my husband then he wanted to make love. He fucked me and we slept normally.

Two or three days later while I was at work June said Margaret wanted to see me in her office. “Go”.

When I entered the office Margaret was at her desk. A very elegant middle age woman with lenses and dark hair styled with a bun.

“You welcome” she told ısparta escort me with a smile and looking intensely at me.

“You are a very pretty girl.”

“Thank you, Madam”

She smiled again.

“Call me Margaret, please.”

I stayed in front of her rather embarrassed.

“Do you want to undress for me?” she told me rather kind but firmly too.

I stripped down to my bra and panties and she said your bra please.

I left my bra off and stood there with naked tits. My nipples went hard.

“Nice breasts,” she commented. “Panties too,” she added.

I froze and she laughed and said ok here, and stood up coming to me.

Standing on front of me Margaret looked at my eyes.

I didn’t move so she got down on her knees and slowly pulled my panties down.

She asked if I shaved my pussy and I said I didn’t have much hair and sometimes passed my husband’s razor there. She told me my pussy was delicious, and I had no reason to be ashamed to show the world. Then she took off her shirt and skirt and she closed the door. And slowing came towards me with a weird smile and told me climb on the meeting table.

I lay there completely nude and Margaret got on her knees and spread my legs.

I asked her what she was doing but she just moved her mouth to my cunt and made huge licks all the way up and past my asshole.

She told me to relax and lay my head down.

I close my eyes.

It felt so good and I didn’t want her to stop.

She spread my cheeks and stuck her tongue right into my asshole and then are my pussy out while she slid a finger in my pussy. She made me heave and shudder and gasp and then explode and I got embarrassed when I blasted squirt onto her face, but she told me that was amazing for a first orgasm and she was proud of how well she ate me out.

I didn’t know what to do and she told me to relax and enjoy it.

That was the first time she ate my pussy.

The first of many, I must say.

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Author’s note

Hello, dear reader! Miss Roberta here! First and foremost, I would like to thank all of you for reading my stories. I’ve been really happy that some of you have been commenting and giving me advice on my writing. The stories in my account are actually my first stories, so the comments are helping me improve a lot. Thank you all, and enjoy the 2nd chapter of Red.

•••••

I woke up to the feeling of Ally’s lips on my neck, kissing it delicately. I stretched a little and turned to face her on the bed. I started to lazily kiss her on the lips. My blood pressure is kinda low, so it always takes a while for me to fully wake up in the mornings. That had turned into our morning routine. She sneaks into my bedroom and wakes me up with kisses or nibbling at my ear; she just loves playing with my ears. I wake up and fall back to sleep a couple of times before we get up and take a shower together. We’ve been doing this for the last 5 days since we got together for the first time.

“Good morning, Red,” she said while softly caressing my hair and giving me a big smile. “Time to get up.”

“No, please. Let me go back to sleep.”

“No way, you’re going out with Sophie again today.”

I made the best “ugh” sound I could manage and angrily got up from the bed. I immediately took off my clothes and turned to Allison.

“You coming or what?” I said, putting a hand on my hip.

I loved the way her eyes lit up at the sight of my naked body, the way she lightly bit her bottom lip; she made me feel like a goddess. Quickly she got up from the bed and shed her clothes. I went ahead and turned on the shower, and soon I felt Ally hugging me from behind. She kissed and nibbled at my neck. Then I felt her fingers reaching my already hardened nipples, pulling and twisting. I let out a pleasured sigh, my body was more sensitive in the morning. I could already feel my sex throbbing and I knew I was getting wet.

“Ally,” I said, starting to pant a little. “We don’t have time; I think I’m late already.”

“Don’t worry, Red. I’ll make it quick.”

She turned me around, so we were facing each other. Then slid one of her hands down my body, reaching for my pussy. I spread my legs a little to give her better acess and felt her fingers spreading my inner lips. I gasped as her fingers teased my entrance and lightly pressed my clit. Then she ran her fingers through my lips, caressing them before going back to my center, more aggressively this time. That made a moan slip through my lips.

“I think Sophie’s awake,” I said to her. “You have to help me keep quiet.”

“That’s a weird way to ask me to kiss you,” she said playfully, raising a brow.

I glared at her a bit.

“Just do it!”

She gave me a sly smile and laid her lips on mine, soon invading my mouth with her tongue. I reciprocated, intertwining my tongue with hers. I felt her fingers moving more intensely; she was rubbing my clit in firm circles and finally entered my pussy. I moaned in her mouth, trying my best to not be too loud. But as she started pumping her fingers in and out from my dripping pussy, I felt myself losing control. I held her shoulders for stability and allowed myself to grind harder on her hand, pushing her deeper with each movement. Everything she did felt amazing, and I felt shivers running down my spine.

I parted our kiss and lightly bit her ear before whispering seductively,

“Ally, you fuck me so good,” I moaned. “I’m already gonna cum!”

“Go ahead,” she said, smiling seductively. “I love seeing your face when you cum for me.”

Then I gasped as I felt Ally’s fingers curling inside me, rubbing against my G-spot. She knew how to touch me in all the right places, in all the right ways. I hugged her tightly and closed my eyes, getting lost in the feeling of her wet body against mine, our nipples sliding against each other, and her fingers hitting deep inside me. I kissed her deeply, letting my tongue explore her mouth and relishing in her taste, I wanted to come tasting her. When I came, I unconsciously bit her bottom lip–not hard but enough to leave a mark. My body trembled all over in an amazing morning orgasm.

“Come on, Red,” Allison said while I was still recovering from a really bad case of jelly legs. “We have to get ready for the day; you don’t want to be late, do you?”

“Whose fault do you…” She interrupted me by putting a finger on my lips.

“Not my fault, Red, our fault,” she gave me a sly smile.

I rolled my eyes and made a scoffing sound, but she was right; it’s our fault I’m late to all my morning appointments. But even though I’m not proud of that fact, I still don’t regret it.

•••••

Before leaving, I quickly glanced around the hallway to ensure Sophie wouldn’t spot Allison, fresh from a shower, leaving my room in the morning. After making sure no one would see us, Ally left to get breakfast ready, and I went to knock on Sophie’s door.

“Soph, are you awake?” I asked, standing outside her bedroom.

She opened the eskişehir escort door, looking stunning as always. Sophie always dressed to kill. In contrast, I’m always more casual. Since today was pretty cold, I just went with a sweater.

“Good morning! Ready to head out?” Sophie greeted me happily. She was always full of energy in the morning.

“Let’s have breakfast first; Ally’s already downstairs making it.”

Sophie widened her eyes at me and dramatically gasped.

“Oh my god, Emmy! You can’t let Ally make breakfast; she’ll burn down the house.”

She rushed downstairs, but it was too late. Even though Allison didn’t burn the house down, she did burn the eggs and toasts. Since the three of us are against wasting food, we ended up with a not-so-pleasant, charcoal-tasting breakfast.

“Why didn’t you just tell me you didn’t know how to cook?” I said, glaring at her.

“I thought I could do it,” she shrugged and started cleaning the table.

“Well, whatever. Time for us to go,” Sophie said, grabbing her bag and heading to the door. “Bye Ally, we won’t be back before lunch, okay?”

“Okay, have fun.”

Allison waved her sister goodbye, and while Sophie wasn’t looking, she pulled me into a quick kiss, making me blush slightly.

“I’ll miss you,” she whispered.

I smiled and rolled my eyes at her.

“Stop that, I’ll be back soon,” I gave her another peck on the lips, grabbed my bag, and headed out with Sophie.

We entered Sophie’s car, and she drove us to the mall to start shopping. I needed to buy clothes since I left a significant part of my wardrobe back in London, and I was planning on purchasing maybe two sets of bedding for my dorm bed. I was going to move in approximately two weeks, so I still had time to get everything ready for my new dorm life.

“Oh my god, I’m so excited. It’s the first time we go shopping together since you came back,” Sophie said, hugging my arm. Then she noticed a display with clothes she liked. “Let’s check that one out,” and she pulled me into the store.

Being with Sophie like that, just shopping, picking things together, and having fun, always made me realize how much I’ve missed my best friend. Sophie and I complemented each other perfectly; I’m the type of person that takes things too seriously. So when things don’t go the way I planned, like when a store with a dress I really love doesn’t have the right size for me, or when I put it on and it looks different than I imagined, I get angry or sad. But when I’m with Sophie, it’s different. With her, I can just laugh about it or swear a little and keep going. Life with her is easy and enjoyable.

After walking around a lot, carrying more bags than I could count–some with necessary things and others not so much–we decided to have lunch and head back home since we were both hungry and tired.

But there was still something I needed to do. So after we picked a restaurant and our food arrived, I took a deep breath and just blurted out to Sophie,

“I’m hooking up with Allison.”

Sophie’s fork stopped midway to her mouth before she put it back down on the plate. She just blankly stared at me for a little, probably processing the words that came out of my mouth.

“I’m sorry, come again?” she asked, looking stupid.

“Me and Ally, we’re hooking up,” I answered, feeling my palms sweating from nervousness. What if she hated me for it?

She stared at her plate for a while. In real life, it should have been only a minute, but in my head, she didn’t talk for hundreds of hours. Then she finally looked up at me and said,

“Emily, I’m sorry, but… I don’t understand.”

“What do you mean?” I answered.

“It’s just, I don’t get it. By Allison, you mean my sister Allison, right?”

“Who else could it be?” I said in an exasperated way.

“Emily, that doesn’t make sense. How can you…” She abruptly stopped. I’m sure she saw something in my face that made her stop and take deep breaths.

She reached for my hand over the table, squeezed it, and gave me one of her best reassuring smiles.

“I’m sorry, Emmy. I got a bit worked up over here, but I’m not mad at you, and neither am I mad at Ally.” She said.

“You’re not?” I asked, starting to feel relief.

“No, of course not. Just answer me one thing: is it just a hook-up, or do you like her?”

It was my turn to just stop and stare. I knew I liked Ally, but I never told anyone, and saying it out loud made it too real. But I wouldn’t lie to Sophie.

“I like her a lot, Soph, maybe I even love her,” I answered, feeling my cheeks burning from embarrassment.

“That’s great, Emmy. I’m happy you’re with someone you love. I’m even happier that the someone is my sister,” she said with a big smile. “But I can’t help noticing that the way I see you guys acting around each other doesn’t quite match what you’re telling me. Can you tell me more so I can see if I can understand it better?”

I decided to share everything from the beginning- gaziantep escort how I developed feelings for her in 5th grade, the mixed signals she started giving me at some point. I recounted the night in the kitchen and the moment she told me she missed me while I rested on the armchair. I also shared how she told me I was hers. Then I decided to ask Sophie about my biggest fear.

“Do you think she’s just playing with me, Soph?” I could feel tears coming just from saying it out loud. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, trying to get rid of them.

“Emmy,” she said in the most tender tone she could manage and pushed her chair to sit by my side, hugging me. “Of course she’s not. I know Allison better than anyone. She can be difficult sometimes, but she would never do something like that. She’s a good person.”

“I know, but… I still don’t get her,” I said, comforting myself in Sophie’s arms.

“Then talk to her, you dummy,” she said, caressing my hair and wiping away my tears. “Ask her everything. Ally’s not the type that will just spontaneously explain her feelings or why she acts the way she does. But if you sit down and express to her how you’re feeling insecure in not getting her, I’m one hundred percent sure she will tell you everything.”

I was so grateful I had Sophie; she always knew what to say. Although her advice of ‘just talk to her’ was the obvious answer, sometimes when we’re too deep in our feelings for someone, we struggle to see even the obvious. Having her support meant the world to me.

“Okay, I’ll talk to her,” I said when I was feeling better.

“I think it’s better if you do it today. I can go to Jamie’s apartment to give you guys some privacy,” Sophie said, pushing her chair back to its place.

“You don’t have to; I don’t want to be a burden.”

“I don’t have to, but I want to. And you’re not a burden, Emmy. You’re my bestie who’s now hooking up with my bitchy sister,” she said, smiling brightly, and that made me laugh a little.

Our food was cold by the end of our talk, but no regrets on both sides. After lunch, Sophie took me back to her house and left to stay at Jamie’s, but not before giving me encouraging taps on the back.

“You go, girl!” she said before driving away, leaving me there, again, feeling like a pile of nerves.

I put my hand on the doorknob and took a couple of deep breaths before going in.

“Ally, I’m home,” I called for her, and it wasn’t long before she quickly came down the stairs.

“Where’s Sophie?” she asked, looking around a bit confused.

“She’s at Jamie’s,” I answered, praying she wouldn’t ask more about why suddenly Sophie went to sleep at her boyfriend’s apartment.

“These two can’t keep their hands off each other,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Hey…” I said, noticing something. “You’re getting my mannerisms.” I said with a mix of surprise and happiness.

“Am I?” she asked, as always raising a single brow–this one was her mannerism.

“Yes, you are. You rolled your eyes just the way I do.”

“No, I did not!” she said, trying to scoff. “It’s just your wishful thinking.” As she spoke, for the first time in my life, I saw Allison blush. I gasped at the sight.

“You’re blushing?” I asked, stupefied.

“I’m leaving.” Then Allison turned around and quickly went for the stairs.

“Allison, wait,” I quickly grabbed her by the wrist, and she turned around to face me. She was still flushed and frowned at me a little. I found that very cute–never thought I would associate Allison and cute–but didn’t mention it.

“Can you help me bring these bags to the guest room?”

“Okay.” she said and took half the bags I was carrying and headed upstairs before me.

The moment I walked in, I was very nervous and had no idea how I would bring up the talk I wanted us to have. But after our little exchange, I felt lighter and had a little plan that would definitely help me manage this conversation.

When I got to the room, Ally was already there. She had left the bags on top of the bed, so I also left the ones I was carrying there and turned around to look her deep in the eyes.

“Red, you’re acting weird,” she said, looking suspicious of me.

“Can you do me a favor?” I asked simply. She raised a brow at me and made a ‘what’s going on’ face.

“What favor?”

“Can you let me draw you?”

“That’s it?” she said, tilting her head a little.

“That’s it,” I answered, smiling at her.

Finally, her face softened, and the suspicion left her. She gave me her big, playful smile and pulled me closer to her, softly kissing my neck and then my lips.

“Sure, Red. I would love being drawn by you.”

In the guest room, we had a total of two armchairs. I pushed one, so Allison would be sitting right in front of the window, positioned sideways to it. This way, the light would touch one side of her face, and I would be sitting in front of her, a little bit distant, to get a better look at her. I was in giresun escort doubt whether to use my tablet for the drawing or just my pencil and sketchbook. I went with the sketchbook.

“Want me to take off my clothes?” Ally said jokingly.

“No need, you pervert. Just sit there and do nothing,” I answered, giggling a little.

Allison did as she was told and just sat lazily on the armchair while I started to sketch. We spent a couple of minutes like that in silence. I stared at her and then at the sketchbook, and Ally just stared at me. I was surprised she was managing to sit quietly still. The peace of the moment hit me, and I noticed my feelings getting clearer and calmer. Now, I knew just what I wanted to say and how I wanted it to be said. So, I let the words pour out of my mouth while I continued to draw.

“Remember when we were little, we used to fight every time I came over to your house?” I asked, and Ally smiled, looking nostalgic.

“How could I forget? You were always a feisty one.”

“I can say the same about you, and the reason we were always fighting was because you always planned a bunch of shenanigans to pester me and Soph.”

“Those really were the golden days; you guys fell for all my little stupid kid plans.”

“But you see, at some point, you just stopped, and it’s not like you stopped trying to provoke us. At the time, I felt like you stopped caring about us… about me at all.” Ally’s smile left her face, and now she looked like she was paying close attention to what I was going to say. She looked very serious. I took a deep breath and kept going,

“I tried to get your attention. I would purposefully hang out with Sophie where you could see us or leave snacks vulnerable so maybe you would eat it all like you used to, and I would have an excuse to call you out. But you didn’t.”

“Red, I’ve never meant to make you feel like I didn’t care or some shit like that. It’s just… I guess I noticed making Sophie cry and fighting you wasn’t really a good way for us to get closer,” she said, shrugging a little.

“You wanted to get closer to me?” I said. I found her affirmation to be a bit confusing.

“I did, but Sophie was all you cared about. I got jealous, and since I was just a stupid kid, I didn’t know any better than to provoke you guys. You and Sophie had something going on, and I also wanted to have that with you.”

“But Ally acting distant definitely wasn’t the answer.”

“You know, the most interesting part is that, it was Red. Even though it was unlikely, it worked, and I swear I wasn’t even planning it or anything. But once I backed out, you were the one that started coming after me. I was thrilled and a bit surprised,” she said and smiled again, just a little.

When she said that, I suddenly stopped drawing. Then it hit me–she was right. When she started getting distant, I started going after her, and that was around the time my feelings for Allison bloomed. I put down the sketchbook and the pencil. I could finish the drawing later. Right now, my whole attention was on Ally, our eyes deeply gazing into each other, trying to read everything we could find in there.

“It was everything I’ve ever wanted, Red,” she kept going. “Our something, and it wasn’t like what you had with Sophie; it was millions of times better. I loved when I acted distant, and you would plan ways to bicker with me. I noticed, you know? Or how you would look at me with puppy eyes, begging me to look your way. And the best part, when I suddenly hugged you or kissed you to make you blush, suddenly flirting and seeing all your reactions… I loved it so much, I still do.”

I knew she was telling the truth. Just from talking about it, her hazel eyes were alight with the intensity of her feelings. Her smile was sly and looked irresistible on her face. I could feel my skin burning because all my nerves were responding directly to the desire that dripped down her voice.

“But, Allison,” I said, resisting the temptation to just end the talk and let her have her way with me, “that always made me so confused. I didn’t know what your feelings were. I just couldn’t get you. That makes me insecure about this,” I said, pointing her way and then back to me.

“You’re feeling insecure about me?” she looked a little sad.

“Yes, but not about you exactly. It’s about your feelings, Allison. I don’t get what you’re feeling.”

“Then come here, Red. Let me show you. I can take away all your insecurities right here, right now.” she opened her arms, reaching out to me, inviting me to get closer.

I complied, getting up from my armchair and moving closer to hers. She reached for my hand delicately and guided me, so I was straddling her. One of her hands rested on the small of my back, while the other gently caressed my cheek. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest, and we were so close that I felt like I could feel hers beating along with mine.

“When you left,” she said slowly, and her voice was shaking a little. “I thought it was all over. I was destroyed, Red. You left, and I just kept thinking about all the things I didn’t do or could have done better. To this day, it’s still one of the worst feelings I’ve ever felt. You were my one and only heartbreak. In all these years, nobody made me feel the way you do, for better or worse.”

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“Going my way, good looking?” Trish teasingly said as Jil climbed into the passenger seat after throwing her back pack onto the rear seat of Trish’s car.

“I’ll go any way you want me to go, ma’am,” Jil replied back in a mock-submissive voice.

“Good to see ya, kiddo,” Trish said with honesty.

“Yeah, you too…I couldn’t wait for you to call,” Jil replied, reaching over at the same time to rub her hand on Trish’s arm as it rested on the shift lever.

As soon as Trish turned out of the Notre Dame campus and drove a couple of blocks, Jil leaned over and kissed Trish on her cheek, her lips lingering a bit longer than normal, brushing against Trish’s skin.

“Somebody’s horny,” Trish remarked with a sideways glance at Jil.

“Somebody’s horny for you,” Jil replied.

“Well, let’s see if we can do something about that situation, sweetie,” Trish replied as she turned into the hotel, just off the interstate.

“Oh, God, oh my God,” Jil moaned for the umpteenth time.

Jil had virtually attacked Trish when they got into their room, damn near tearing Trish’s clothes from her body. Trish fell back onto the bed, pulling Jil with her, fighting to take off Jil’s clothes as they kissed with their tongues taking turns in each other’s mouths.

When Trish removed Jil’s panties and threw them across the room, she took a second to take in the beauty of Jil’s ninteteen year-old, toned, body; she marveled at Jil’s smallish, but firm, breasts.

Possessed by what, she didn’t know, she quickly moved to put Jil onto her back, throwing Jil’s legs over her shoulders as she lowered her head and mouth to Jil’s pussy.

It seemed like that she had been ‘dining at Jil’s Y-Cafe’ for hours, but she wanted more, much more of this young thing. After Jil’s last climax, she felt herself being pulled up by Jil and being placed onto her back, next to Jil’s own body.

“I need to give my pussy a rest, Okay?,” Jil said to Trish by way of explanation.

“Okay,” was all that Trish said as she ran her fingers through Jil’s short hair, along her arms, cupping and fondling her breasts.

“Missed me?” Jil asked as she placed kisses on Trish’s face, neck, bending down to suck on Trish’s tits, pausing to bite on Trish’s large, erect nipples.

“Yeah, I guess I did,” Trish replied, her eyes closed, her breathing increasingly harder as she got excited by Jil’s suckling of her breasts.

Jil kissed her way down Trish’s body, quickly arriving at her destination which, of course, was Trish’s pussy.

Taking her time, Jil toyed and played with Trish’s pussy, using her mouth and tongue, all of which drove Trish fucking insane with the need to climax. Sensing her need, Jil surrounded Trish’s clit with her mouth, letting her tongue fly across the ‘little man’, sucking it as it got hard, until Trish grabbed Jil’s head, pulling it hard against her pussy which she was grinding into Jil’s mouth, moaning loudly as she did so.

Trish had about three more just like that before she, too, pulled Jil from between her legs, explaining, as Jil had, that her pussy needed a break for a little bit.

Laying in each other’s arms, Trish finally broke the silence, asking, “Want to go out for dinner or order in?”

“Order in, eat, toke, then fuck each other to sleep,” Jil replied.

“Works for me, sugar,” Trish agreed.

As they ate the Chinese food they had ordered, they exchanged small talk about their respective trips.

As she picked up their cartons and stuff to toss into the trash basket, Jil asked, off-handedly, “Are you in a hurry to get back to Colorado, baby?”

Trish liked hearing Jil calling her ‘baby’.

“Not a whole lot, don’t really have a set-time that I have to be back home. Why?” Trish asked back.

“Well, I was reading one of the ‘Indie-Rags’ that are around most campuses and I saw an ad for a club, near Chicago, that catered “to both the young and older Gay and Lesbian community.” Jil explained.

“And?” Trish prompted.

“And, I thought that maybe you and I could spend the night and check it out,” Jil said.

“You trolling for broads older than me?” Trish teasingly asked, a faux-sad voice evident.

“No, no, I just thought that maybe the two of us could, you know, find a playmate or something, younger, older, it doesn’t matter to me” Jil said further.

“Aha!” Trish said in a faked, shocked voice, “You want me to join you in group sex, don’t you?”

Grinning, Jil said, “Well, yeah, I’d like to have a little fun before I get back to classes. Do you not want to?” Jil asked, a little unsure, now.

“Sounds like fun, sugar, sounds like fun. Now, come here to momma, bring that sweet snatch to momma’s mouth,” Trish said as she slid down the bed so that Jil could kneel over her head.

As Jil lowered her pussy to Trish’s waiting mouth, Trish reached above her with both of her hands, pinching and tweaking Jil’s nipples as she leisurely ate her nineteen year old’s pussy.

Rejuvanating, indeed, Trish thought as Jil elazığ escort screamed out yet, another orgasm…

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They found a nice hotel about two miles from the Club that Jil wanted to go to. Calling the club, they found that it starts to ‘jump’ around ten or so, the day-time bartender said.

“Well, that’ll give us time to eat, take showers, and rest up a bit before we go hunting,” Trish said as she unpacked.

“We could save time and shower together,” Jil remarked with a smile as she unpacked, as well.

“Works for me, sugar,” Trish said with a sly grin on her face.

Jil was screaming her pleasure but the shower muted the sounds; with water streaming down her head, over her face, Trish was on her knees, her face buried in Jil’s sweet, sweet pussy. Trish’s hands were dug into Jil’s ass, pulling her tighter to her eating mouth.

After her climax had subsided, Jil pulled Trish up onto her feet, pushing her against the shower wall, holding Trish’s hands in hers, above Trish’s head, and kissed her hard, savagely, lustfully. Bending even lower, she took Trish’s tits into her mouth, biting them hard, quickly followed by a soft, loving kiss, then biting again.

Trish liked the pain…didn’t know why but damnit!, she liked the pain. Jil sensed her pleasure and bit harder, on her tits, on the side of her neck, Trish turning her head to allow it. And then, when Jil cupped Trish’s pussy, cramming three fingers quickly into her love canal, Trish came a forceful orgasm, one that shook her to her core…

“It’s going to take a ton of concealer to hide the fucking hickey you gave me, Bitch,” Trish remarked as she tried to cover up Jil’s love-bites on her neck and shoulders.

“Ah, you loved it, you know you did,” Jil commented as she stood staring at her clothes, deciding what to wear for their evening out.

Stopping her attempt to apply the makeup, Trish looked into the mirror at Jil’s reflection, and replied, “Yeah, I guess I did, sweetie.”

“More where that came from,” Jil commented before wrapping her arms around Trish from behind, supporting Trish as she leaned back into Jil’s body.

“Save it for later, after we’ve found a playmate,” Trish said, turning afterwards to give Jil a soft, loving, kiss.

“Older or younger, tonight?” Trish asked as she turned to finish her makeup.

“I’m partial to older,if you haven’t figured that out already,” Jil laughingly replied as she returned to her task of picking an outfit for that evening’s activities.

“Yeah, why is that?,” Trish asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Jil said, somewhat reflectively, “probably because my first was our next door neighbor right after I got into high school,” pausing as if she were back ‘in the moment’ in her memories, then adding, “and, she and I continued our secret rendevous until I left for college.”

“Must’ve been good,” Trish commented, feeling a little jealous though she wasn’t sure why.

“Oh, it was…is,” Jil remarked, “though, she’s moved on to other young, neighborhood girls.”

“Ahh,” was all Trish said, as if in understanding.

“But,” Jil continued, “let’s just play it by ear tonight and see what fortune brings our way,” she finished with a cheerful tone.

Trish stayed silent for a while, thinking about what lay ahead, as she finished up her makeup chore, then asking Jil, “Have you had threesomes before?”

“A couple of times, with my neighbor-lady and her niece,” Jil replied, continuing to finish by saying, “And, you know what? I really enjoyed those.”

“Yeah, they can be fun if the vibes are right,” Trish commented truthfully.

With that said, Trish and her nineteen year-old coed went about the task of getting dressed, each complimenting the other on the choice of outfit to wear that evening.

****

The club was large and had a fairly good-sized crowd but, in spite of that, Trish and Jil found a table near the dance floor where they could ‘people watch’ to their hearts’ content. Ordering drinks from the extremely shapely waitress, they both stared at her ass as she walked off to fetch their drinks.

“Damn,” Jil commented as she stared at the waitress’ ass, “she must do a ton of stair-steps to get that ass.”

“Whatever she does, it certainly is working for her,” Trish agreed.

Clicking their glasses together in a toast to their watiress’ ass, they sipped their drinks, both of their eyes scanning the crowd. It was a fairly nice mix of gay men and women, some older, some younger but all, seemingly, in a good mood, enjoying the music and ambiance.

Trish had noticed as they were searching for a table, an older woman, at the bar, eyeing them both up and down when they had entered. Seated now, Trish noticed that the woman kept stealing glances their way, smiling to herself, at times.

She turned to mention it to Jil but saw that Jil was staring back at the same woman, still seated at the bar, but clearly, returning Jil’s erzincan escort stare.

“I was about to ask if you noticed her,” Trish remarked, “but, I see you have.”

“She’s pretty,” Jil commented, her hand stealing over the table top to lay on top of Trish’s hand.

“She is,” Trish agreed as she and Jil held hands, carressing each other’s hand as they did so.

“Mind if I ask her to dance?” Jil asked Trish.

“Baby, I’m not your keeper; you can do anything you want,” Trish replied.

Turning to face Trish, Jil answered, “This is just fun stuff, Trish, that’s all…regardless of what may or may not happen tonight, I want you to know that it doesn’t change what I feel about you. That’s kind of special for me.”

“Good to know,” Trish replied, feeling a jolt of happiness that she wasn’t expecting.

“We haven’t talked about after we get back to Colorado, but I want you to know that I’d like to continue seeing you, if you want to, that is,” Jil went on to say.

Staring into Jil’s beautiful face, Trish said, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Leaning towards each other, in that moment, they kissed a slow, loving kiss, then, getting up afterwards, Jil said, “Wish me luck.”

“You won’t need it, sweetie; that woman likes you,” Trish said with a grin.

Jil walked over to the woman at the bar, sat down next to her, obviously in conversation, Trish could see. Ordering a couple of more drinks for them, she continued to watch as Jil and the woman continued talking but when a slow song came over the sound system, Jil took the woman by the hand and led her to the dance floor.

Trish continued to watch them as they moved slowly to the music, both, now, with their arms around each other, their bodies close together. There was some conversation between them as they danced but, of course, Trish couldn’t hear what was being said. And, after the song was over, Jil walked with the woman, hand in hand, retrieving the woman’s clutch purse from the bar, then walking towards their table.

“Trish, I’d like you to meet Joan,” Jil said by way of introduction, “I’ve asked her to join us at our table, if that’s okay with you.”

“Any friend of yours, is a friend of mine,” Trish said with a big smile aimed at Joan.

Joan, Trish quickly judged, appeared to be older that her; Trish thought, in her late forties or early fifties, but well-maintained, that’s for sure.

They toasted each other and spent a little time on brief bios. Joan was married, bored with her marriage and had been coming to the club for a year or so, whenever her husband was away on business, which was a lot, according to Joan.

“Look,” Joan explained, “It’s a good marriage but there are voids, sexually, that I handle by myself, without he knowing.”

“I understand that,” Trish remarked, “been there, done that, when I was married.”

“So, you know what I’m talking about,” Joan replied with a smile.

“Oh, yeah, I surely do,” Trish remarked.

Joan was clearly intrigued when Jil told the story of how she and Trish met up; the hitch-hiking thing and all. She was even more interested when Jil also admitted that she and Trish hit it off immediately and that she, Jil, had planned on seducing Trish that first night, on the road.

Trish liked hearing Jil talk of their hook-up to Joan, feeling a warmth growing between her legs as she looked from Jil, then to Joan.

“Well, that was a lucky thing, the two of you meeting up like that,” Joan commented, looking at Trish with a bit of envy.

“Yes, yes it was,” Trish agreed, then taking Joan’s hand in hers, she stood, tilting her head towards the dance floor and another slow song, saying, “My turn.”

“Yes, I believe it is,” Joan replied as she stood to follow Trish onto the floor.

Once on the floor, they slipped into each other’s arms, meshing their bodies tight to one another. Joan was Trish’s height and fit nicely into Trish’s body, especially Joan’s larger boobs. They rubbed against Trish’s tits as they danced, their arms embracing each other tighter as they moved to the song.

“This feels really nice,” Joan purred, following the comment with a soft kiss to Trish’s ear.

“Yeah, it does,” Trish agreed, tilting her head to run her tongue around Joan’s ear which brought a soft, contented sigh from Joan’s lips.

They traded kisses and licks to each other’s ear and neck as they danced, both seemingly getting turned on by what they were doing. And when the song was over, they stayed on the floor just a little bit longer than the other couples, just staring, silently, into each other’s eyes. Still holding hands, they silently walked back to the table to join Jil.

“Looks like you two had a good time out there,” Jil smilingly commented when they had taken their seats, once more.

“Quite so,” Joan agreed, Trish nodding her head in concert with Joan’s comment.

Jil had ordered a shot of tequila for the three of them while they danced. Picking up the shot glasses, they erzurum escort each threw the firery liquid down their throats, tears streaming from their eyes afterwards.

“So, ladies, is there a plan for the rest of the evening?” Joan asked with her eyes still stinging from the tequila.

“Yeah,” Jil said as she wiped her own eyes with the back of her hand, “we’re going to take you back to our hotel and fuck you.”

Joan didn’t express any shock by the brazeness of Jil’s answer, she just nodded her head, slowly, as if contemplating what she had just heard.

“Or…” Joan finally said, “You two could follow me to my place where I’ve got a nice supply of playtoys and liquor for our enjoyment.”

“Or, that, what you just said,” Jil quickly answered, looking to Trish for agreement as she said it.

“Works for me, but, what about your husband?” Trish asked.

“He’s in Germany, on business, so I don’t expect that he’ll pop in and catch us,” Joan answered.

“Do you have any objection to a little pot?” Trish asked.

“Only if you don’t offer me any,” Joan answered with a smile, her eyes holding Trish’s just a wee-bit long.

“Well…Okay, then,” Jil said, standing as she did, “Looks as if we have a plan, ladies.”

“Just to be clear,” Joan said, as she stood, along with Trish, “Just how old are you, sweetie?”

“Nineteen…is that a problem?” Jil answered.

“Oh, no sweetie, that is just fine with me,” Joan smilingly replied, “I’ve found out that I like young pussies.”

Out in the parking lot, Joan suddenly asked, “Would one of you like to ride with me? It’s about a twenty minute drive.”

Trish turned to Jil, saying, “Jil, you ride with Joan; I’ll follow.”

“You sure?” Jil asked.

“I’m sure,” Trish replied.

As they pulled out into traffic, Trish following Joan, Trish thought to herself that Joan wanted a little play-time, a little feely-time with Jil. That was okay with Trish, she reasoned, it’ll get both of them horned up and she’d receive the benefit of that.

Damn, buy you’re a cynical, coniving bitch, Trish thought further to herself.

But, in the end, she was all of that.

Trish was right, she was to find out later from Jil, but it was Jil that made the move. After Joan pulled out of the parking lot, Jil turned her body in the passenger seat of the small luxury two-seater, lifting her skirt to her waist, exposing her pantiless young snatch, with it’s landing strip of blond hair, to Joan. Taking her eyes off the road for a moment, Joan ogled Jil’s pussy, smiled, and turning back to look at the road, Joan slipped her right hand from the wheel, and straight to Jil’s moist cunt. Once there, Joan slowly, casually, finger-fucked Jil to a sloppy, wet orgasm. Pulling into her driveway, Joan removed her fingers from Jil’s pussy, licking them lustfully, afterwards.

Once inside of Joan’s house, she fixed them each another shot of tequila as Trish fished for, then found, the fat-boy joint from her purse. Clicking their glasses together, the three of them tossed the shots down their throats. Finding her breath after a bit, Trish lit the joint, inhaled deeply, passing it to Joan afterwards.

They stayed in the kitchen area, at the island, taking turns on the joint, none of them saying a word as they let the magic work over them, the three of them feeling the sexual energy that had now invaded the room, their space.

When Joan ate the offered roach, she silently walked towards the other end of the house, Trish and Jil, knowingly, following, also in silence. Once in the master bedroom, Joan lit a few candles, still in silence, before turning towards her visitors, facing them as she began taking off her dress.

They didn’t need an invitation, did Trish and Jil, both of them following Joan’s lead by removing thier own clothes.

“Get comfortable on the bed, girls, I’ll be right back,” Joan said as she walked towards her huge, walk-in closet.

“You, in the middle,” Trish said to Jil as they climb onto the California-King bed. Laying on the bed, Trish leaned in and started kissing Jil, lustfully, tongue instantly in Jil’s opened mouth.

Feeling the extra weight on the bed when Joan joined them, they broke their kiss, turning to see that Joan had brought some long scarves and, menacing in it’s size, a leather strap-on with a large, thick faux-cock, black in color.

Without fanfare, Joan started tying one of the scarves around Jil’s wrist, after handing two of the scarves to Trish, to follow suit. Looking down to Jil, seeing that she was okay with it, she tied Jil’s other hand, fastening it to the bedpost as Joan had done, before doing the same thing to Jil’s ankle as Joan did the same to Jil’s other foot.

Finished, Jil was tied with her hands secured above her head to the headboard’s posts, her feet secured likewise, to the footboard’s posts, making her totally vulnerable.

Standing at the foot of the bed, their arms around each other’s waist, Trish and Joan looked down upon Jil, Jil’s eyes clearly showing an excitement. Joan turned Trish’s head towards her own, leaned in, and kissed Trish lustfully, her hand down between Trish’s legs, rubbing slowly over Trish’s cunt.

“You fuck her first,” Joan said as she handed the strap-on to Trish, “I want her to eat me while you do.”

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“Wow I love your costume!”

Michelle turned her head in the direction of the voice. A buxom brunette in skin tight pleather pants, a black lacey bra and some sort of harness and horns was smiling slyly at her, waiting for her to receive the compliment. She smiled at this curvy beauty.

“Thank you, I love yours too! What are you, like a dominatrix devil?”

The mystery brunette tilted her head to the side, eying the blonde gypsy up and down, sizing her up, “Yea something like that…”

The blonde dressed as a gypsy had curves like her, and she was tall like her. It was nice to find another tall curvaceous woman out at a Halloween bash like this one, amid all the younger skinny college girls, underdeveloped in their store-bought skimpy costumes.

The blonde looked like she wanted to say something else but didn’t know what, so the brunette leaned in closer and said something to put her at ease.

“Can you read my fortune? What do you see for me?”

The blonde tilted her head back and laughed. When she tossed her head back she caught sight of the full moon and felt a zing through her whole body. She leaned in even closer to the gorgeous brunette. Her makeup was perfect, and she had on a creamy lip gloss that smelled good. She wondered if it tasted good too.

“I see power in your future…. Spontaneity. Passion.”

She wasn’t sure where those words came from but she spoke them with confidence, fully leaning into her Gypsy seer persona. Maybe she was actually speaking to herself with that reading.

The dominatrix devil went in for a swift hug – they were already standing so close anyways. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, two close girlfriends, leaning into each other on loud night out, sharing their appreciation and delight for each other. Just one beautiful woman recognizing her counterpart in another. It felt comfortable, like they’d done it a million times, but It also felt like something else too. Electrifying.

The blonde pulled back first.

“Well… see you in there!”

She turned back to her friends and the devil was left to her drink and her devices. Had Michelle not had her back turned, she would’ve seen the lust in her new friend’s eyes, as she followed the curve of her lower back down to her plump and pert ass.

This was the first time in a while Michelle had been out since having the baby. And she had finally lost the last 20 pounds, so she was happy to say she felt sexy and happy in her body again. She felt like she had her hourglass shape again.

And she loved getting compliments from other curvy, beautiful women much more than getting them from men. When a compliment came from another beautiful woman, it had more weight. It was as if they were all part of this exclusive club – two members of the beautiful women VIP club.

One hour, one edible, and one set of dancing later, Michelle excused herself from her friends to go to the bathroom. Remembering the secret plush bathroom in the back of the venue, she set off to get a little reprieve and fluff her costume.

She took the funky little staircase in the back up the 6 steps and around to the corner to the powder room on the second floor. The venue was sometimes used as a performance space and open mic, so this small private bathroom was often used as a dressing room, with its plush velvet chaise lounge set up across from the wall of sinks and oversized mirrors. The mood lighting was a milky orange hue, like just enough candlelight to see.

No one was in the girl’s room as she turned to lock the door. She then lifted her Gypsy skirt, kicked off her shoes and wiggled out of her ripped up fishnet stockings, dabbing herself dry and reveling in the refreshing cool breeze on her legs. She lifted one leg onto the velvet couch and posed, admiring her long, freshly shaved slender leg in the mirror.

What was it about dim lighting that makes you feel so damn sexy? çorum escort That coupled with the rush of getting lost inside a costume, losing yourself in your character for the night, she felt like she was just beginning to reclaim her feminine power.

She was a mother now, so she was still figuring out how to be both maternal and sexual. Her husband had all but abandoned the sexual side of her. Once she had asked him to lick her a few months after the baby was born, after not receiving any oral for the entire pregnancy…

She stared at herself in the mirror. That was a disappointing memory. He had turned her down, saying he wanted to be in the mood and spring it on her rather than be asked. She could understand that. Passion. Spontaneity.

She had wanted exactly those two things from him in the moment, not rejection and a promise for another time. The longer they’d been together, the less and less he had taken the time to really pleasure her. Gone were the days when he used to lick her until she came, stiffening with every pluck of his tongue. He used to stop in the middle of a lovemaking session and lick her vigorously until she shook with pleasure. He used to love to lick her, to suck her clit harder and harder until she cried out, clutching his head hard as she bucked her hips in her wild orgasm.

Without realizing it, she was slowly creeping her hand down and under her panties, circling her curious pussy with two fingers, staring wantonly at her own reflection. She let her strap fall from her shoulder as she sat down and slowly leaned back on the chaise lounge, spreading her legs a little bit wider.

Her reflection stared back at her. She looked sexy and not at all like herself – or the woman she had been lately. Her right nipple started to peek out the top of her shirt as she continued to circle her clitoris slowly… all of a sudden, she stopped.

What am I doing? Get it together, Michelle. She straightened up and gave herself one last nod in the mirror. Get back out there and have fun. With that, she turned to leave, unlocking and pushing the heavy door back into the hallway. She ran right into the dominatrix devil.

“Oh! It’s you!”

“It’s you.”

She stood alone in the small dimly light hallway. Michelle instinctively took a step back, beckoning the brunette to come into the bathroom with her. Besides, women went to the loo all the time with girlfriends – and this woman was her newest friend.

Without missing a beat, the buxom brunette took a step through the door and locked it behind her. In the next moment she had her hands on the blonde’s face and in her hair, kissing her urgently.

It happened so fast, and yet it happened in slow motion. In one fluid motion she walked in, locked the door, took a step towards her, and opened her mouth to her. She tasted like liquor and cherries and her tongue was soft and pink.

After a couple of slow open kisses, Michelle started to really open her mouth wide to this mystery sex magnet. They sucked and rubbed their tongues together in a way that made her stomach flip over and her pussy tingle and throb. She had forgotten how much she loved deep kissing.

“I wanted to do that since I first saw you.”

“I think I did too… I just didn’t know it yet.”

The two girls fell into each other again, moving together fluidly. Her hand on her ass pulling her closer, while the other hand grabbed and tugged on the base of her hair, exposing her mouth and throat to the wanton devil.

They pressed their tits together and felt their nipples harden as they grinded together, still locked in a deep kiss. Their tongues continued to massage each other, twisting and rubbing inside each other’s mouths with a lilting curiosity that intensified with ever lick. It felt like they had done this move a thousand times.

Michelle felt her back push up against the counter, in the space between denizli escort the two sinks. The Devil dominatrix picked her up by her ass cheeks and placed her on the edge of the counter, so that she was sitting on the high counter, feet dangling and knees spread apart recklessly, their two hips aligned with each other. The brunette pressed herself between her legs, tugging handfuls of her Gypsy slut’s hair by the base of her neck, popping her titties out the top of her shirt in the process.

The lusty brunette immediately caught her little pink nipple in her mouth with her teeth, grabbing and squeezing her round breast at the same time. She had the perfect little handful. Michelle gasped as she felt a zing surge through her pussy as she felt the brunette’s teeth softly chewing on her nipple. She threw her head back and moaned.

The sound of her beautiful, vulnerable moans made the devil flutter with passion. This girl was so open and so raw. So much untapped sexual energy. She was enthralled with this sexy, curvaceous blonde. Her mind was moving slower than her hands and mouth. All she knew was she had to have this woman. She had to spread her pussy open and taste her.

The buxom brunette dropped her head a little further, pushing the blonde’s torso back even more into the gilded mirror behind her. She started hiking her skirt up while she rubbed her hands along the upside of her thighs. Her skin felt soft and hot to the touch. She ran her hands up the length of her inner thigh and grabbed her throbbing pussy over her panties with one strong palm, pressing her thumb into the very center of her.

Her touch was firm but teasing – exactly how a woman likes it. Figures another woman would know how to touch her just the way she liked it.

They moved together for a few breathes, her warm firm hand still grabbing and prodding her throbbing warm pussy. The devil standing at the edge of the counter, the blonde wrapping her long legs around the hips of her lusty new best friend, laying almost flat on the counter, arching her back as she grinded her pussy into her friend’s squeezing hand.

“Ahhh that feels so fucking good..” she breathed out as she opened her legs even wider to give her lover even more open access to her pleasure.

The buxom brunette started to slow down to take in the sex appeal of this unreal creature. Her eyelids were half closed and she looked like the most seductive woman she had ever seen.

With a wave of lust, she pushed her knees apart wider and dove her head down to bury it in her new friend’s pussy. She pulled her red lacy panties to the side with two hooked fingers, spread her pussy lips open, pressed her flat tongue to the very core of her, and licked her sweet pussy over and over and over and over again.

Her tongue was soft but the way she licked was so fucking hard. Michelle moaned out at the feeling of this wanton sex goddess’ firm tongue on her wet pussy. She felt electrified and could feel her orgasm building rapidly with every eager lick. Damn this girl knew was she was doing.

She felt her eyes roll back as she recklessly reached to grab onto this sexy slut’s head, pulling her even closer into the center of her, grinding her throbbing clit on her perfect pink tongue.

She felt herself gushing from the inside out, wetting the walls of her pussy. The brunette carefully pushed two fingers up inside her and started to pull them in and out, in rhythm with every lick, getting them all juicy and wet from her new lover’s pussy. Her hole was so delicate and sensitive but she could tell she could really take a pounding when the vibe was right.

She hardened her tongue and increased the speed of the circles she was spelling on her new friend’s pussy, as she fucked her tight little hole with her slick fingers, all while the blonde continued to respond in gasps and moans.

“Damn, girl just like that…just düzce escort like that,” she managed to say. Her voice sounded deeper and hoarser. She felt her eyes rolling back in her head with every tantalizing lick and prod from this thick goddess.

“You’re gonna make me fucking cum so hard… all over your pretty mouth…”

With that she opened her eyes to peek at the lusty brunette sucking on her clit. Her tongue was so soft but her pressure was so unbelievably hard. It was the perfect amount of pressure and exactly how she wanted to be eaten.

She placed one hand behind her on the counter and one on the back of the brunette’s head and started grinding her hips into her eager mouth, fully fucking her face with her wet throbbing pussy. She bucked her hips wildly, pushing her swollen clit deep into her new friend’s face. She pressed her throbbing clit hard onto her soft open mouth that was still desperately lapping and spelling circles on her pulsating pussy.

They stayed locked in this position for a few more moments, Michelle grinding her pussy on the devil’s perfect little mouth, riding her tongue and feeling the waves of euphoria getting ready to flush through her entire system.

Just then, the lusty brunette closed her lips around her swollen clit as she pressed her tongue to the center of her raw throbbing pussy and sucked. Hard.

“Oh fuck yes…Suck my pussy just like that..ahhhh, ” she breathed out as she dug her fingers into the back of her slut’s head, jerking her chin upward and thrusting her sucking mouth deeper into her throbbing cunt. With one final deep grind of her pussy on her new lover’s mouth, she came all over her slutty pink tongue.

Her orgasm shattered and rocked her whole body, flushing her skin hot, and sending convulsions spreading out from the center of her through the tips of her toes and through the crown of her head. She hadn’t cum that fucking hard in years.

She opened her eyes and watched her slutty new best friend finishing her off. She had her eyes on her eyes but never took her sweet slutty tongue off her perfect pussy.

Michelle eased up on her grip and fell into the mirror behind her, collapsing and heaving in her bliss. The brunette slowed down the circles she was licking but she kept her mouth on the delicious blonde.

She tasted like coconut and her swollen clit was soft and pulsating. She felt as if they were melded together in that moment, tongue and clit, pulsing and throbbing together as she finished her earth-shattering orgasm.

In the moments after, they breathed together, trying to come back to reality and collect themselves.

“Let me do you now…” the blonde breathed, knowing she had no idea what to do as she had never done anything like this with another woman before, but knowing she wanted to try.

The brunette smiled. What a sweetheart. This gorgeous sexy woman just had an insanely intense orgasm and now she wanted to return the favor. Women are eternal people pleasers.

“Honey… u see how tight these pants are. I ain’t takin these off til I’m home. No, this was all about you, sweet girl. I just wanted to fuck you with my tongue since the second I saw you. I couldn’t help myself.”

With that, the lusty brunette slowly pulled the blonde off the counter so that she was standing in front of her, their nipples brushing against each other once more as they fell into another deep kiss.

The blonde felt her pussy throb again as she massaged the brunette’s soft pink tongue with hers. Fuck, their mouths fit so perfectly together.

“Come on, your friends will be looking for you,” the brunette’s words finally reached the blonde’s ears as she opened her eyes, taking in the sight of her buxom secret lover. Together they left the sexy bathroom, walked down the stairs arm in arm like old friends, and parted ways at the base.

When Michelle got home that night, she found a scrap of paper with a number on it tucked into her panties. Seven digits and two x’s marked the paper, sending waves of lust through the blonde’s body. She felt guilty having this woman’s number, but she knew not having it was even worse. She needed to see her slutty new best friend again, very, very soon.

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We met in a bar — she was on stage singing her heart out to one of the bands whose songs always make me alternate between wanting to have sex and wanting to curl up in a ball and cry.

God, could she sing. Her voice was like warm honey; raw, sweet and slightly addictive. The more you heard her sing, the more you wanted to hear her sing. I wanted to hear her sing, and I wanted to hear her sing to me, her hazel eyes making contact with mine, her soul pouring into me.

I didn’t know how I felt about karaoke. The problem wasn’t the usual ones; I wasn’t embarrassed, I didn’t have stage fright, no need to picture the audience in their underwear, though I was sure as hell picturing what she was wearing under her jeans and worn t-shirt. No, the problem was that I can’t sing. A theater person, born and bred, and yet I never learned to read music, never learned what a chord was, and had no idea how to hit notes that I didn’t even know existed. However, I am a ham at heart, and had to figure out a way to make her notice me.

Madonna was the answer. Madonna is always the answer. Honestly, is there a Madonna song that doesn’t make you think about sex? No. I filled out the sheet of paper with the miniature pencil provided in the binder of countless songs, walked through the crowded bar of punk rockers, goth scenesters and rockabilly chicks, and handed it to the woman running the stage. Then I headed back to my booth, never taking my eyes off the gorgeous woman on stage whose voice was tugging at parts of me I didn’t even know I had.

Sipping on my cocktail, I watched her superstitiously from under my lashes as she finished to a healthy smattering of applause, certainly more than anyone else had received. I watched her walk off the stage, PBR in hand. I watched as she was greeted by people on the way back to her table, new fans as impressed with her voice as I was. I watched as she swung back a shot of whiskey, as easy as if it was a sip of water, and then settled in to watch the stage.

I’m not that girl, that girl who can flirt, that girl that can approach random people. I’m just me. I get by on my personality and quirkiness, and when that doesn’t lure them in, then I get by by going home alone and getting myself off. I didn’t want that tonight. I wanted her. I was going to get her, damn it…I just didn’t know how.

The woman on stage called my name. Slinging back the remains of my drink, mostly melted ice by this point, I slowly walked to the stage. I wasn’t sure if the best plan might not just be running for the door and flipping through my phone book looking for a booty call. But it was too late now — eyes were on me as I walked up to the stage. I made eye contact with her as I walked by her table, and she tipped her can towards me. Could she smell my fear? Sense my lust? Or was she just being polite?

Climbing the steps, I grabbed the mic. The intro bars of the song started. I fidgeted on stage, unsure of what to do during the intro. diyarbakır escort I settled with closing my eyes and slightly swaying to the music until it was my turn to provide the entertainment to this crowd who didn’t really care what I sang or how well, as long as they were somewhere after me in the line up and their drinks were still flowing. The first words appeared on the blue screen.

“Life is a mystery…” I sang into the mic, quietly, hesitating.

Some guy who’d had a few too many shouted “Louder! We didn’t come here to watch a deer in the headlights.” Everyone laughed, but she didn’t. She was looking at me with a speculative look on her face. I took a deep breath, through the diaphragm, as we were always taught, and started singing again, this time, a little louder. I was still a little meek, still a little questioning, until I hit the chorus.

“When you call my name, it’s like a little prayer, down on my knees, I want to take you there.” I dropped to my knees at the appropriate part in the song, and once again, made eye contact with the woman whose voice made me burn and freeze inside. She held my gaze throughout the rest of the song. The song wasn’t for the aggressive men or the pretty women watching me through their beer goggles. I’d chosen it for her — I had wanted her to notice me, and here she was, her gaze burrowing into me as I sang to the best of my non-ability. Oddly enough, my voice never wavered, although I’m sure I didn’t sound any good. I made it through the song, and though I was sober after only one drink, I stumbled down the stairs. As I headed back to my booth, the spell from the stage had been broken, my eyes following my shoes on the floor.

When I passed her table, avoiding her eyes, a hand reached out to stop me, and pulled me into her, close enough to feel her warmth against me. Bringing her face ever closer to mine, so that our cheeks touched, so that a spark of electricity ran through my body, she whispered in my ear “How can I call your name if I don’t know it?”

I froze. Truly a deer in the headlights. What was I supposed to say to something like that? I opened my mouth, trying to come up with a smart retort, but when I tried to speak, all that came out was my name. “Hypatia.”

“Good to know.” She reached up to run her hand along my cheek and down my neck, lighting my body ablaze. Her speaking voice was just as entrancing as when she was on stage singing, and I wanted her even more. Slowly, her hand continued down my body, briefly brushing the top of my breasts peeking over my shirt, creeping along as I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply until her hand reached mine, fingers entwined with mine. She stood up, and pulled me towards the back of the bar, into the dark, and I followed her there, no hesitation in me now.

As purposely as she guided me there, she pushed open the door to the women’s bathroom, pulling me in. Once there, she nudged open edirne escort the door of the handicapped stall, and without even bothering to lock it, pressed my body against the wall. My lips found hers around the same time her hand wrapped itself in my hair at the base of my scalp, gripping but not quite pulling. I took a deep breath. Few things turn me on as much as having someone’s hand in my hair, pulling, guiding me.

She pulled my head back, her lips traveling my neck, my collarbone, the rounded curves of my breast before biting down on my shoulder. I gasped as she held on a moment longer, and then whispered in my ear “shhhh.”

With one hand still in my hair, holding me against the wall, she reached the other down my shirt, pulling out each breast in turn. At the same time, she slightly shifted her body, wedging one of her legs between mine, giving me something to press again. My clit was throbbing, and all I wanted was to feel her in me, to hear her in my ear, to be with her.

After a few more moments of kissing, she moved her mouth to one of my breasts, covering it with kisses and small bites before reaching my nipple, teasing me almost exasperation before sucking hard and using her teeth to pull it away from my body. Grabbing that nipple with her free hand, she switched to the other, giving it equal ministrations. While all this was happening, she pressed her knee into me as I ground against it, desperate for something to provide release.

Moving her mouth back up to my lips, she let her hand drop from my breasts, and I think I let out a sigh of disappointment. Leaning in close, she spoke next to my ear, “Didn’t want me to stop?” I tried to shake my head, but with her fingers still holding onto my hair, the movement was very slight. She smiled, one that reached her eyes. “Well, would you like me to keep going?” Again, my attempt at nodding failed. “Ok, well, I could go back to that, but see, what I really wanted to do was this.” Her free hand slowly slid up my leg, lifting my skirt, and replaced her knee in providing pressure against my clit. Her fingers moved like a musician playing a song, slowly and quickly, and with intent. “But I could stop if you’d like, go back to what I was doing.” I shook my head so vehemently that some of her fingers slipped from my hair and my head softly banged against the wall. Her smile turned into a light laugh.

I pushed against her as I got more and more turned on, more wet, more needing her inside. Maybe she sensed it, and she pulled my lace boy shorts to the ground, never stopping what she was doing to me, undoing me. I stepped out of one leg, letting them settle on my boot.

A few more moments of pressing against me, playing with me, caressing me, and she slipped a finger in me. After the initial gasp at feeling her in me, I adjusted to her, and without realizing I was saying it, I let out a sigh of “more.”

Her hand left my hair and grabbed my chin. edirne escort bayan My eyes, which at some point had closed of their own accord, flew open. I was staring straight into hers. “What did you say?”

Fuck. Me and my big mouth. I shook my now freed head. “Nothing.”

“No, I asked you what you said?”

“I asked for more. I just wanted… I. I wanted another finger. I wanted you to fuck me. I’m sorry.” I stammered, unable to think straight with her one finger still inside, her hand cupping my chin.

Her eyes twinkled. “Don’t say sorry. You know, you’re kind of fun.” She kissed me, bit my lip and pulled and then slammed two fingers into me. I made some noise between a gasp and a grunt, mixed in with a moan. After a moment or two, she began to work them in and out of me, fucking me, pushing her palm against my clit and pubic bone, her body keeping my bucking hips against the wall. “Is this what you wanted?” She laughed as she said it, as I was in no place to answer her. All that was coming out of my mouth was a combination of sighs, and moans, punctuated with “fuck,” “oh god,” and “please.” I didn’t know what I was asking for by saying please, but I know that I needed it.

She kept working her fingers in and out of me, shoving me against the wall as I sunk into her, trying to get more of her into me. Then she leaned into me, and said “It’s ok to let go, it’s ok to give in. I want you to come, Hypatia.” And I came, the feelings and sensations crashing over me, like having a wave wash over me and dragging me under. I tried to come up for air, but she was still there, still fucking me, still next to me, pressing into me, driving me crazy. I came again. And again. And then they just blurred together as I stopped counting. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, but at the same time, like I was floating above the earth and didn’t need oxygen.

I reached out for her, wrapping one hand in her hair, the other digging my nails into her back through her t-shirt. She just kept going. As I came, and gasped, and felt tears streaming down my cheeks. My body was at the edge, it couldn’t take it anymore, I dropped to my knees, the irony of the song I’d chosen, my position on the ground and my previous cries to a deity who couldn’t save me even if I had wanted to be saved all escaping me as my thoughts had gone blank.

Slowly, she pulled her fingers out of me as I moaned at the sensation. Gently, she helped me up, putting her arm around my waist as I regained my senses, nudging my breasts back into my shirt. She escorted me out of the bathroom and into the bar; I was sure everyone thought I was drunk, rather than just having been fucked senseless. It didn’t matter.

Some goth girl was on stage singing a song by the Beach Boys, and the crowd has thinned slightly. We sat back down at my booth, and she brought me a glass of water, and another PBR for her. As we watched the performer on stage, she whispered in my ear “Next time, you should sing Alanis. I think you have a little spunk in you.”

Without missing a beat, I turned and whispered back “Next time, you should let me pin you up against the wall and fuck you till you can’t stand anymore.” Startled, she looked at me, eyes roaming over my body before meeting my gaze dead on.

“Deal.”

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Author’s note: This is a chapter in a series that will include lesbianism and themes of fauxcest (daughter with adopted parents), mommydom, embarrassment, bondage, ENF, and squirting. Please do not read if such themes offend you, or if you can’t enjoy the silliness of the premise, and I’d advise you to start from the beginning if you haven’t read the preceding chapters! All characters in this story are 18 or over.

This is part of the ‘Sapphire Lane’ universe which is a collection of various series all set on Sapphire Lane, each lesbian related but exploring different kinks. Each series is standalone but features cameos and potentially crossovers with other series.

Chapter 5

Cassidy was subdued for the rest of the evening after the incident on the stairs with her adopted mom Sarah, though still didn’t quite understand why she had been told off as she just wanted to be a good daughter, doing what she was told by her new parents, and certainly wasn’t trying to seduce anybody or be a ‘little shank’. Even more confusing was the strange twinge of arousal she had felt afterwards when she reflected on the slight womanhandling and stern scolding she’d received from her mom. She was definitely glad to get changed out of the offending maid panties and into a tennis skirt and top though.

Sarah didn’t bring the incident up again at dinner or during the evening they spent together watching a film, and her mommy Zafira, seemingly unaware of the scolding Cassidy had gotten, was her usual doting self.

****

“Tucked our dear little daughter in for the night?” Sarah asked when her wife Zafira entered the bedroom. The Hungarian woman missed the sarcasm in Sarah’s question, and replied with a cheerful ‘yes’.

Sarah was sat on the bed, already changed into her nightwear; a burgundy lace bra and matching panties with a silk dressing gown of matching colour which she wore untied with the front open. She watched Zafira undress out of her summer dress, and whilst the woman changed out of her underwear into her nightwear said “I think we need a little chat about Cassidy…”

“Isn’t she adorable!”

“Yes quite…”

“And so well behaved!”

“It was her behaviour I wanted to chat about actually. I know she’s obedient and does all her chores and homeschooling diligently, but don’t you think dressing her in little outfits like those ridiculous maid panties might perhaps give her ideas a little above her station as the family daughter?”

“What do you mean by that!” Zafira laughed.

“Well, that maybe she might just forget her place in this family, and think she could… perhaps seduce one of us.” Sarah shrugged, saying ‘us’ when really she was just talking about Zafira.

“Oh, don’t be silly darling! Are you jealous…?” Zafira teased, sitting on the bed with her wife.

“No!” Sarah said defensively, not wanting to sound like she thought a goofy 18-year-old mommy’s girl in plaits and with a girlish voice was a threat to her. “But I just don’t want Cassidy to get the idea that seducing one of us was a possibility, which she might get from those outfits you put her in, or that bath, or you replacing your professional masseuse with her…”

“I think you’re being silly. Cassidy is a good girl, and she knows full well that you’re my wife, whilst she is our daughter…”

“…and masseuse, maid, bath toy, dress up doll, and pet…” Sarah added, smirking.

“You’re a meanie.” Zafira said reproachingly but couldn’t help smiling. “Besides all those things you said are perfect roles for her, after all you wouldn’t like to be my dress up doll would you? And you’re the one who gives her lots of chores instead of hiring a cleaner, so I’m only trying to make it a bit more fun with the panties etcetera! I think the problem is you’re too much of a stern authoritative mom and haven’t gotten to know her one-on-one like I have! I think you’re viewing her as if she was just my daughter rather than our daughter which is why you’re getting those silly concerns!”

Sarah considered, perhaps her wife did have a point and she was perhaps being unfair to the girl. Cassidy did seem happy to have a family so wouldn’t want to risk that by seducing one of her new parents, and besides the girl was certainly too naïve and innocent to come up with such homewrecking schemes.

“Maybe you’re right… and I did give her a warning earlier.”

“Warning?”

“Oh, just a little chat on the stairs about her place as our daughter, nothing much… so how do you think I should spend a bit of one-on-one time with her? Do I have to take over next Monday’s bath time or something…”

“I think bath time is a mommy thing… but you could take her shopping for a bikini tomorrow as she only has a boring one-piece swimsuit. Then we could spend the afternoon together at the pool!” Zafira suggested then added “And how about letting her massage you some time too; she’s very good at it!”

“Okay sure, bikini shopping trip tomorrow, check. I’ll go to the gym bursa escort in the morning first then pick Cassidy up to go to the clothes store. And maybe I’ll let her massage me some time…”

“Great, glad we’ve got a plan!” Zafira smiled, easing the blonde back onto the bed so she could climb on top of the woman and kiss her sensually with their bodies pressed together. “Don’t worry, no one is going to replace you in this bed!”

****

Cassidy, tucked up in bed in her pyjamas, was almost falling asleep when she heard noises from her parents’ room and realised they were making love again. It seemed such noises in the night were something she just had to get used to… and after all it was better than having parents who loudly argued.

****

Cassidy woke up late, but she didn’t think it mattered as it was Saturday, meaning she didn’t have home schooling or chores to do, so she didn’t feel guilty at having a bit of a lie in. The teen went downstairs in her pyjamas; glad she wasn’t in her pink sheer babydoll with matching panties again as she would be even more nervous to wear it in front of Sarah after the scolding on the stairs the blonde had given her last night. However, finding the kitchen empty, she wandered into the lounge where she found Zafira, looking radiant in a summer dress, sat on the sofa and reading a magazine over coffee.

“Morning bébi, sleep okay?”

“Morning mommy, yes thank you. Where’s mom?” Cassidy asked, too polite to complain about the noises she could hear during the night from her parents’ room.

“Just gone to the gym, she has a PT session each Saturday morning, but she will be coming back to take you shopping for a new swimsuit today!”

Cassidy was surprised, she had not been expecting to be going clothes shopping again already, especially not with her mom, as it seemed like her mommy was far more interested in doing that sort of thing with her.

“Aw thanks mommy but I already have a swimsuit so there’s no need…”

“It’s no problem sweetie, your mom wants to take you and she can help you get something a bit more fun than your old one. It’s fine for swimming lengths in but a little boring for hanging around the pool in don’t you think?”

“I suppose so, thanks mommy.” Cassidy agreed, though felt there was nothing wrong with her navy-blue one-piece swimsuit however she felt lucky that her new parents wanted to spoil her so much. It would be good to do something with her mom so she could make sure she got back into the woman’s good books after last night, though had to admit she felt a little afraid of the woman and felt nervous of the prospect of going shopping with her. However, Sarah would probably also take much less interest in selecting clothes for Cassidy than Zafira did with the tennis skirts and the lingerie shopping trip, so the teen felt excited that perhaps she would be allowed to pick what she wanted herself.

“Now go have breakfast bébi and then mommy’s got a few things to show you.”

Cassidy went to the kitchen to pour herself some fresh orange juice, eat a bowl of cereal, and make herself a coffee, wandering what it was Zafira would be showing her. When she returned to the lounge, the Hungarian woman had fetched a cardboard box which she had on the floor at her feet. Cassidy sat down on the sofa next to the woman, smiling sweetly to show she looked forward to what her mommy had to show her, though inside felt a little nervous that it might be something a bit unusual.

“So, as well as buying you all your cute tennis skirts with the measurements the orphanage provided, I also got you a few other bits and pieces but thought I won’t give them to you straight away so not to bombard you with new clothes. But, now you’re settled in, let’s have a look at them. Isn’t this exciting!”

Cassidy nodded, feigning excitement to please her mommy, however so far the clothes the woman had put her in were either not really her preference (the tennis skirts and cutesy patterned underwear), a little too titillating (the pink lace babydoll), or downright embarrassing (the maid-esque cleaning panties), however she did enjoy the affection, and was touched her new mommy went to the effort, so she would wear whatever the new clothes were to please the woman even if she wasn’t too keen on them personally.

Zafira bent forward to open the cardboard box, first pulling out a dark green playsuit. “I thought you could wear this with one of your tennis skirts, and then you wouldn’t need any underwear underneath!”

“Um, wow!” Cassidy smiled, not knowing why she’d want to dress without underwear, but Zafira was already pulling out the next item. It was a pair of denim dungaree shorts which Cassidy actually liked the look of, looking like something she might have even picked herself.

“I though these could be something to wear if you ever have to do yard work in your chores…”

“They look great, thanks mommy, and I’d love to help out in the backyard.” Cassidy çanakkale escort said, more than happy to trade some of the time indoors doing housework in her embarrassing panties with time outdoors doing yard work dressed normally.

The next items that Zafira pulled out was a pair of track shorts, bright yellow in colour, and a dark blue sports bra. “These are so you can come jogging with mommy, as we need to stay fit!”

“Great, I’d love to.” Cassidy smiled, thinking that it would probably be good to have some exercise in her routine, though had found housework was actually surprisingly exerting.

“And finally, a date night dress for you, even if you only want to wear it on dates with mommy…” Zafira laughed, and Cassidy blushed, never having gone on a date and not sure she would be anytime soon but supposed she could always wear it out to a restaurant for dinner if her mommy took her out.

“So do you like them?” Zafira shut the box, even though Cassidy thought she saw that there were still a few more items of clothing in there she hadn’t been shown.

“Yes thanks, they’re all great… I can’t wait to wear them.” Cassidy smiled, playing up her enthusiasm though she was actually quite relieved as none of them were anything too strange, and she did particularly like the denim dungarees plus having jogging wear would be handy.

“Then let’s play dress up so I can see you try them all on sweetie!”

“Okay, I love dress up… um I’ll go into the other room to change into the first thing…” Cassidy said, though feeling a little embarrassed of having to parade each outfit in front of her adopted mother like a one girl fashion show.

“Oh, don’t be silly, just change here! Not like mommy hasn’t seen your body bébi.” Zafira grinned, reminding Cassidy of her nakedness in the bath and of course her bare breasts being a common sight around the house when she was doing chores in her cleaning panties. After those things, it did seem silly to quibble with the woman about her privacy, and after all it was healthy for mothers and daughters to be comfortable in their bodies in front of one another.

“Try on the playsuit first.” Zafira said, handing the girl the garment. Cassidy pulled up her pyjama top to reveal her little upturned breasts which she had become used to having exposed about the house, though with the woman watching her undress, she felt more self-conscious than when she was doing her topless chores. Cassidy decided to turn around to pull down her pyjama trousers, feeling that she’d rather expose her butt than her pussy to her watching mommy. The brunette thoughtlessly bent over to remove her PJs then realised with embarrassment that her bent position probably meant her pussy was visible between her legs from behind. She quickly straightened back up; glad she was facing away from Zafira, so the woman didn’t see her blush. The teen hoped her mommy didn’t think she had purposely flashed her pussy and flouted her ass, recalling how her mom Sarah had accused her of behaving seductively, and not wanting to do anything that would be seen as validating that claim. She quickly pulled on the green playsuit over her head, tugging it down her body and buttoning the metal snap buttons that joined the flaps that covered her crotch, before turning back to Zafira.

The dark green playsuit was tight on Cassidy’s slim body, and the teen hadn’t realised what a plunging neckline it had until she put it on, with her upper chest exposed and hugging her small breasts in a way that gave her more prominent cleavage than usual. Though the playsuit had little sleeves covering her shoulders, it had no leg to speak of, so left the entirety of her legs bare as well as some of her hips like a one-piece swimsuit would. She supposed Zafira had said she’d pair this with one of her tennis skirts which would help cover her upper legs a little, but Cassidy still thought she’d feel a little unexposed in the outfit especially with her pussy only covered by a couple of metal snap buttons on the crotch flaps, and the amount of her chest left uncovered by the plunging neckline.

“Aw you look adorable in it!” Zafira exclaimed, delighted as Cassidy dutifully gave her a little twirl. “If you were going out you can throw one of your cute tennis skirts on, but when you just wear it at home I don’t think that’s even necessary!”

Next to try on was the denim dungaree shorts which Cassidy suggested might look nice over the playsuit, thinking how the dungarees would obscure her chest a little, and the denim shorts would provide the layer she felt was missing on her lower body. However, Zafira got her to strip off, so Cassidy unbuttoned the crotch and pulled the playsuit up over her head, trying to act casual in her nudity as she got changed this time, rather than attempt to hide it like before which had just resulted with further embarrassment from the inadvertent flashing.

“I love your cute bush! Perhaps I’ll teach you how to shave down çankırı escort there but I do love just how it is!”

Cassidy blushed at her adopted mother’s comment on her pubic bush, which also made her think back to the sight of Zafira’s pussy from the massage, remembering how it had been perfectly waxed besides from a neat landing strip.

“Thanks mommy, I do trim it a little to keep it neat…” Cassidy mumbled back, trying not to imagine what it’d be like to be taught to shave her intimate area (which she was sure she could do herself if she wanted) by the woman as she found the thought weirdly excited her as much as it caused her embarrassment.

“So, I guess I’d wear underwear and a tee with this one when doing yard work…” Cassidy said as she tugged up the denim shorts then pulled the braces over her shoulders and clipped them onto the bib front.

“I don’t think anything else is needed… no point risking getting a clean tee dirty or sweaty whilst doing yard work, and you look adorable as you are bébi.” Zafira looked the cutely embarrassed teen up and down and got her to twirl, liking how the denim dungarees went with the braided pigtails, and loving how the bib front covered the girl’s breasts but still clearly showed she was bare chested and providing no cover from the sides.

“Um okay mommy, I look forward to doing yard work in these…” Cassidy said, though felt like she had been given another embarrassing outfit to wear, and wasn’t sure why her adopted mother was so worried about clothes getting dirty as the shorts would of went perfectly with a tee rather than just making her look silly wearing the dungarees topless. ‘At least they weren’t as silly as the maid panties, and somewhat cover my breasts’ the teen consoled herself as she undressed to try on the next outfit. Cassidy felt embarrassed again as she stood nude in front of the watching beautiful older woman, unable to help thinking how her teen body was so inferior to her mommy’s which made her even more self-conscious to have the Zafira’s eyes on her.

Zafira next passed Cassidy the bright yellow track shorts which the teen pulled on however the woman didn’t bother handing over the accompanying sports bra, so she was left standing topless. The very short shorts fitted her snugly and Zafira got her to turn around so she could see them from behind.

“Look how cute your butt is!” The Hungarian woman exclaimed, delighted at how tight they were on the girl’s plump little ass. Cassidy was surprised to feel her adopted mom’s hands on her butt cheeks, jumping slightly but not protesting, and giggled nervously as the woman squeezed her ass. It felt strangely nice, but Cassidy thought such touching even between mom and daughter was a little too intimate, however she was mostly worried about what her mom Sarah would think if she saw. The teen gasped as the squeezing and groping of her butt turned into some playful little slaps.

“I can’t wait for us to go jogging bébi! No one is going to be able to take their eyes off of this adorable little butt!”

Cassidy blushed, embarrassed at the thought of strangers looking at her ass, but couldn’t help wondering what Zafira wore jogging as if it was anything similar, surely it would be her mommy’s big firm butt that drew attention. Cassidy hoped that even if the woman couldn’t keep her eyes off of her butt, that she would at least keep her hands off when they went jogging in public as hand holding was one thing, but butt squeezing and slapping seemed like it would be even more embarrassing.

“Now let’s get you in your date night dress!”

Cassidy changed into the dress, which was light blue and tight, and clung to her plump butt, small breasts, and soft body. It was sleeveless with a very short skirt that showed off most of her thighs. As Zafira admired her, Cassidy caught a look at herself in a mirror hung on the lounge wall, thinking that the outfit was pretty revealing but in an admittedly sexy way as opposed to her girlish tennis skirts or embarrassing cleaning ‘outfit’.

“Looks amazing! We need to go out to a restaurant soon so you can wear it out! When we do, I think we’ll let your hair down from the plaited pigtails and dress it into a more mature style to match the dress! Then you can pretend to be mommy’s hot little date for the evening. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Cassidy would sure like to go to a fancy restaurant, never having be taken to one before, and the idea of looking more mature and classier appealed to her as she did find her pigtails a little girlish; only keeping her hair in that style as it seemed to please her mommy. However, she wasn’t sure what ‘hot little date’ meant and thought it sounded dangerously close to the sort of behaviour that Sarah had sternly warned her against. Thinking of this made Cassidy a little glum, and she sat down on the sofa next to her adopted mommy.

“Mommy, can we talk about something…” the teen asked timidly.

“Yes of course bébi.” Zafira said encouragingly.

“Well, when I was doing my cleaning chores yesterday… mom saw me in my cleaning panties, and she got kind of angry about it. She told me I need to remember my place as the daughter of the family… but I’m not sure what I did wrong as all I want to be is a good daughter for you both…”

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