Author: admin

The short love story of two high school lesbians takes a turn as a young classmate of theirs declares his love for Nicole.

There she is! I had been worried when I lost her in the crows after school let out, but there she was now striding down the hallway after leaving the ladies room. She was the hottest girl in school, but also one of the most elusive. She used to date several of the jocks, but since she won the election for student council president she refused every guy who asked her out. That’s what gave me the confidence to take this risk.

She just had to be into me. We worked all the time with each other after school on the student council where I’d always been the treasurer, a thankless job no one else wanted, with all the real responsibility, yet none of the prestige. Nicole was beautiful and smart enough to take the job seriously even if she did have to keep the only other member, a lazy secretary named Simone who treated our work like a joke. I couldn’t figure out why she didn’t report her to have her removed, but I figured it was just she was to nice if a person and they were childhood friends or something.

Today wasn’t a meeting day, but that meant that we could speak alone. A few weeks ago I found a bunch of tables moved in the council room and she explained it was her fault as she had worked on a project. That’s why I had waited for her now. We were completely alone. This was my big chance.

With all my courage I stepped out in front of her, startling her. “David?” She looked around as if worried she was being followed. “What are you…”

“Nicole, I love you!” I declared loudly. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

I did it! It came out horribly, but it was done! She knew how I felt and all that was left was for her to accept me and we would live happily ever after.

“I’m sorry David, but there is someone else I love,” she said and then I heard her running as she past me. Someone else! No way! She was only in one club, student council, and I never saw her hanging out with any other guys ever!

It wasn’t like I was a stalker or anything, even if I did follow her around for the last few weeks. I was just being thorough about finding out who she was. I knew all about her. I was the perfect guy for her as we shared all the same interests, so who else could she love?

“Hey Dave,” I heard someone say. “You seen Nicole?” I don’t know how long I’d stayed standing alone in that hall, but now I saw the snooty Simone, nonchalantly chewing bubble gum and regarding me as no more than some servant for her Ginger Highness.

“She left,” was all I could say hollowly. My life was over as I felt completely empty inside. Then my feet moved and somehow I walked home. I was glad my mom worked so late as that let me go to bed early and just sleep off my shame in peace.

The whole next day was hell. What was I going to say when I saw her at student council after school? No, nothing would happen. Simone would be there, and Nicole was smart enough to keep things professional. I’d just bite the bullet and forget anything had ever happened. I’d bide my time and find out who she loved and show her I was the one who deserved her love. In the end she would be with me, but until then I would be hold myself together. I thought I was prepared for whatever happened as I walked through the door to the student council room after school.

“No, please don’t make me,” Nicole panted, half naked as she lay across a table with Simone busy licking at her tits while one hand wriggled above her gushing wet snatch.

“Come on, it’s not like you don’t get turned on thinking about guys,” Simone said, then looked over at me as I stood stunned in the doorway. “For fucks sake Dave. Get in here and close the door!”

More from shock than anything else I obeyed, even locking the door behind me before turning back to the impossible scene playing out before me. Simone who was already just in panties and bra stood up off of her friend and explained as she stripped down completely. “See Dave, we have a proposition for you. Nicole is my girlfriend and lover, but we can’t find anywhere to get any privacy. Every place we find gets found out, but we’ve had a good thing going here at the student council room.”

It was more than a little distracting following her story as she bared her pert little tits to me, and even more so as she pulled down her panties. “So here’s the deal. You get one fuck with your sweety and in exchange you will be our lookout for the rest of the year.”

“Please don’t make me Simone,” Nicole begged quietly, now pulling down her skirt to cover her exposed crotch that had greeted me, yet her huge tits still had her shirt and bra resting on her upper chest so I could see her big pink nipples. Then with seeing my stare she used her other hand to cover them as well, “David, please go. I’m sorry about all this.”

“Come on Nicky. You know this is the only way. Besides you always got so turned on when that janitor was watching,” Simone complained then pulled off Nicole’s skirt while she gave only token resistance. Then she returned to frisking Nicole’s pussy, making her sticky lower lips smack aloud with her wetness. “I mean come on! Look at how wet you are!”

My cock was throbbing in my pants. Could this really be happening? They were lovers and ready to offer up sex with Nichole just to buy my trust? I think my shock was the only thing that kept me from jumping in right then, but Simone must have thought I was still in doubt. She pulled her fingers up to her nose and sniffed her sapphic lover’s juices, then looked at me and said, “Want a taste?”

I didn’t respond, but she pressed her two fingers together and pushed them right into my gaping open mouth. I closed it in surprise, only then realizing I was tasting the sexual fluids of Nicole. I didn’t know what to expect, but guys always joked it was supposed to be fishy. Actually it was mostly neutral with a slight coppery hint. I got so lost in letting my tongue explore the redhead’s invading fingers I was again surprised when she pulled down my pants and underwear.

“Hey, your nerd dick isn’t to small is it?” Simone laughed and squeezed it painfully hard. I gasped and she pulled away her licked clean fingers from my mouth. “Now it’s time for some ground rules. When you get close you have to pull out. Remember, Nicole is MY girlfriend. If you knock her up I’ll break your balls. Got it dork?”

I nodded dumbly, scared of this evil bitch, but excited to get even this much of a chance to do things with the girl I loved. Then I was pulled over by my swollen erection right to the edge of the table between Nicole’s spread open thighs. “Then on with the show,” Simone said excitedly as she backed away. Nervously I held my eager twitching penis right up to Nicole’s moist secret spot, but looking into her eyes I saw the fear there and that sealed my resolve.

“No,” I said as I pulled away. “I could never do something like that without Nicole also wanting me to.”

Nicole looked relieved and actually gave a tiny smile, but Simone wasn’t as happy. “Well shit. I was really looking forward to watching you fuck her.” Then she got to her knees in front of me. “I guess I’ll buy your silence.”

I wanted to tell her she didn’t have to, but as soon as her tongue extended to lap at my root I lost my courage because it felt to damn good. There was something empowering about this stuck up, nasty bitch bowing to me and serving me herself. Demeaning herself for my pleasure, and I was already really horny from the excitement of nearly having sex with Nicole. When Simone took my cockhead into her mouth I was already almost at my limit. What finished me off more than how good the blowjob felt was the look of wonder on Nicole’s face. She sat up on the desk, watching with innocent interest, then asked quietly, “Does it taste okay?”

Just the thought of Nicole being the one whose lips were sucking me off flipped my switch. I gasped and placed my hands on the back of Simone’s red head to hold her down for just a moment as my sperm jumped out of me, desperately trying to get deep inside my upperclassman. She didn’t struggle at all, but after my first few intense ejections passed she quickly stood up and turned away from me without a word.

I worried then that I should have warned her and not grabbed her head, and actually felt like I had abused my position in this sexual act. Shit, I really didn’t want this crazy girl pissed at me.

“Simone?” Nicole asked her girlfriend as she approached her, but then to our mutual surprise the girl grabbed her head, much as I had done, and kissed her! Well, not really kissed as much as forced their lips together to allow Simone to force what she hadn’t swallowed right into my dream girl’s mouth. Fuck that was hot! Even though I had just cum I squeezed my softening dick hard and jerked it as I spent the next few minutes mutely observing.

Nicole looked shocked at first, but soon I could tell their tongues were moving back and forth between their mouths. Did they like my spooge? Maybe that would change Nicole’s mind about me. Maybe we had a future after all.

“What did you think of your first taste of a man?” Simone chided as she pulled away, kissing Nicole’s ear and neck. “It was so hot and salty as it shot in my mouth that I accidentally swallowed some of it, but I saved the rest for you.” Then the seductive ginger took one off Nicole’s nipples into her mouth and made her moan.

That sensual sound was the last straw I needed to reinvigorate my libido back to full strength. Before getting my first ever blowjob only a few minutes ago I never would have been so bold, but with everything else, and being offered up Nicole’s virginity I felt it was only fair to modify the deal on Simone. Without even thinking about asking I got behind her bony rear end and speared her wet and ready twat with my ram rod.

“Wha… No!” she howled hoarsely as I pushed into my first pussy hard. I didn’t like Simone. She was a real bitch, mean to me and others, send clearly tried to make Nicole have sex with me against her wishes, so I just figured this turnabout was just being fair. “Stop,” she grunted, but she didn’t sound mad, more reluctant.

“You promised me sex, and since Nicole didn’t want to…” I explained with a few sharp thrusts. God, being in a vagina felt so fucking great! It was a hundred times better than jerking off, so warm and soft. My body simply went mad, smacking my hips into her ass, doing anything it could to feel good.

Simone stopped complaining, only gasping and holding her lover tight as I used her, but Nicole wasn’t doing anything and clearly didn’t want to be left out. “Does it hurt?” she asked concerned, then kissed Simone and got back to making out with her. Then she snaked her hands down, one across her ass, the other underneath toward her violated hole. Simone clenched even tighter somehow and if I hadn’t already emptied my balls once so recently it’d have probably made me cum. I could tell she’d started diddling her clit and with her other hand she pressed against the redhead’s tightly puckered asshole.

“It’s okay,” I barely heard Nicole whisper to Simone over the wet slapping sounds of my energetic fucking. “I won’t get jealous if you cum like this.”

Simone now panted softly back, “I’m gonna cum.” She really was enjoying too! While I had rationalized going in I guess some part of me knew forcing myself on her was wrong, but that part of me now was freed and I lost any sanity I had left as I grabbed her hips and plowed into her with everything I had.

Simone gasped, “I’m gonna… I’m… cuming!” Then her pussy spasmed around my cock and bathed it with hot girl cum out from her depths, sending me over the edge with her.

“Me too,” was all I could choke out before I pushed in as deep as I could and began spraying my fresh load directly into her womb. I couldn’t think about how I should have pulled out at that moment; I was running on pure instinct and adrenaline.

“Dave you jerk,” Simone grunted under her breath, though she didn’t even try and push me away. We stayed standing, our hips locked together as my balls pumped away, emptying all I had inside the lesbian.

“Does it hurt?” Nicole asked probably from the way her lover’s face had scrunched up when she felt me blast into her. Finally guilt overpowered my lust as I diminished, so I retreated back and practically collapsed into one of the hard metal desk chairs.

“No,” Simone sighed as she placed one had on her slightly bloody pink gash. “After he started moving it felt fucking great, but he shouldn’t have cum inside.” Then she clenched and I watched a blob of white goo emerge from her gaping chasm and ever so slowly bead up before wetly plopping loudly onto the tilted floor. “I’m not getting knocked up with this loser’s spawn.”

“Here, let me help,” Nicole said, and in mere moments she was on her knees feasting on her cream pie, sending Nicole onto the fast track to Orgasm City all over again. I was tapped out, and while it was sexy it also hurt seeing Nicole making love to the other woman. It didn’t matter that I too had just done her or that I’d gotten so turned on when they had been in reversed positions. Now that Nicole was activity ignoring me to make love to her I could have died for all she cared.

I grabbed my pants and dressed before Simone climaxed again as I’m sure she did. I felt sick, going straight home and got right in bed. I thought I would feel different after losing my V-card, like I would now truly be a man, but instead I felt like shit.

The next day I would have stayed home if I thought I could get away with it, but instead I sat alone at my desk just waiting for homeroom classes to start. Then something landed on my desk in front of me. An envelope with ‘Dave’ written on it. I glanced up and saw Simone already turning to walk away after dropping the note. “What’s this?” I asked.

She scowled at me. “Not very smart are you?” Well I knew she was pissed at me. I peeked into the white envelope and saw a note and a small foil square. Wait, that’s a condom! I looked back up at the redhead who had now crossed her arms and looking annoyed waiting for me to catch up. “Do what you did yesterday again and I’ll fucking rip your dick off and feed it to you!” she growled and stormed out.

“Whoa dude, what’d you do to piss off Simone?” a bystanding student nearby laughed. I didn’t answer him and just scanned the note quickly. An address was printed out, a time; three o’clock on Saturday, and the words, ‘Don’t be late’. Along with the condom I put together their meaning. I was being invited over for a sex date. “Think your smooth enough to ask some fine trim like that out? You be trippen’ nerd.” I tried not to react to the stoner’s words, though I may have let a little wry grin slip out.

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Life’s Strange Turns, Part 3

Monday and Tuesday came and went, with nothing exciting happening, except that Sandy called to say that she had gotten a nice offer on the house from a couple about 30. Her kids were back from their Dad’s, so she couldn’t come over, but wanted to. I’d gone to the gym after work Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, and chatted with a pretty woman in the my age bracket that was “interesting” and had no rings or other evidence of commitment. We talked, as I helped her readjust a machine to fit her, found out her name is Megan. She looked like she was about 5’8″, slender with long legs and modest boobage. I thought that I’d try to get her phone number, but didn’t. “Next time!”, I thought.

When I got home, I was horny and thought about calling Karen and asking about Don, “and oh, by the way, could I come over for some hot sex?” Well, I did at least call Karen. Don wasn’t doing well, and their daughter was coming to town for what might be her last visit with her Dad. “Ok, that’s nice. Let me know if you need my help with anything” I replied, without getting specific about what I would be willing to help with. The conversation went like this: “Kaitlin is flying in tonight, and I’d really appreciate it if you would drive me to the airport to pick her up.” “Sure, no problem! When?” “The plane is due to arrive at 8:10 PM, Alaska flight 288.” “So we should leave here about 7:30?” “Yeah, that should be plenty early enough.” “Ok, I’ll be over about 7:20 then? My truck, or your car?” “Why don’t we take my car? And come over before 7, so I can give you a blowjob in appreciation?” “Well, if you insist!”

So I arrived about 6:55, always the eager one, and Karen gave me a hug and a kiss. “I’m glad you’re early, and I can tell you’re happy to see me” as she ran her hand over my stiffy. “Yes, I’m very happy to see you, Karen”, as she’s smiling and working on my belt and zipper. As soon as my pants were down around my ankles, Karen was busy licking my rock hard cock, sucking the head into her mouth and twirling her tongue around it as she stroked the shaft with her right hand and fondled my balls with her left. She sucked on my balls and spit saliva on the shaft, then plunged my cock just to her throat, and started bobbing her head up and down, pushing further and deeper, until finally she has her lips wrapped around the base of my thick 8″ dick. Despite having my meat deep in her throat, she managed to get enough tongue out to lick my nuts as her head bobbed up and down. My balls tightened and suddenly shot after shot of hot cum was squirting down her throat, as she clenched my butt cheeks with both hands, digging her nails into my ass, pulling my cock firmly into the depths of her throat.

Karen was a bit breathless from this, chest heaving, those big fake tits leaping up and down. But we kissed and she went off to fix up her makeup. She handed me the keys and I went to the garage and climbed into her car. I had to adjust the driver’s seat a lot, side mirrors, tilt wheel, rear mirror, etc. What a pain in the ass! But anyway, off we went to the airport. The drive wasn’t too bad, and we were soon in the parking garage and then walking into the luggage claim area. Karen’s cell rang, and Kaitlin said they had just parked at the terminal and getting ready to disembark. “She hates to fly, so she may be a bit tipsy” said Karen. I just nodded…I don’t really like to fly either, but it’s not the flying so much, as the trusting total strangers with my life. My solution is to distract myself with music and checking out the hot chicks as they walk by. Lots of them at the airport, for some reason, and a lot really dress like tramps.

“There she is!” Karen almost shouts in my ear. We leap to our feet, and I follow as she makes a bee-line for her daughter. Hugs and kisses follow, while I stand aside, waiting patiently to be introduced. Kaitlin looks a lot like her mother, but taller, with blonde hair down to her waist, blue eyes and delicious pink lips. She’s wearing cowboy boots, flare legged, hip hugger black jeans, and a long sleeved cowgirl shirt with puffy sleeves and snap cuffs. Well, she just flew in from New Mexico, so what else? I can’t tell for sure if she’s wearing a bra, but can tell that she’s got big boobs and they’re jiggling nicely. And yes, she was pretty tipsy. Then, I hear “Kaitlin this is our neighbor, Dave. He’s been so much help, since your Dad’s heart attack and strokes, I just can’t tell you how much I love him.” The last bit gave me a bit of a start, but I reached out with my right hand, and we shook hands and then she moved close and hugged me. “I’ll have to show my appreciation, somehow. And I apologize for being drunk, but I just really hate flying” she slurred out. “Well, that’s the usual method for coping with it” I venture. I grabbed the luggage as the carousel brought it around, and off we went to parking garage. When we arrived at Karen & Don’s house, I unloaded the luggage, got it into Katlin’s room, and excused myself. Before I could leave, both Karen and Kaitlin gave me full frontal hugs and a light kiss on the lips. Kaitlin wasn’t wearing a bra, I decided. My cock was starting to twitch…and I left for the short walk to my house.

It was past my bedtime, so I got ready for bed. Had to go to work in the AM. Thursday night, I got a call from Karen. She asked if I’d come over for dinner Friday night, and BBQ some T-bones, about 6pm. “Sure, a team of wild horses couldn’t keep me away” I replied. After work, I went to the gym as usual, and saw Megan again. I got to talking with her again, and this time I got her phone number. She looked even hotter than she had the last time. “Nummm” I think to myself. I asked her to go canoeing Saturday afternoon/evening followed by dinner at my favorite pub. She accepted, and seemed enthusiastic about the canoeing. Damn, I had a date!

Friday night, I skipped the gym, stopped at a wine specialty shop and bought a bottle of Pinot Noir, then straight home for a shower, shave, and change of clothes, then went on down the street to Karen’s. Kaitlin greeted me at the door, which put me a bit aback. Wearing platform sandals, white shorts to mid-thigh, and a black tank top with no bra and lots of cleavage, she looked relaxed and appealing. She had her long hair in a “French Roll” and looked very different…and even nicer, showing off her nicely tanned legs and arms. She gave me a very warm hug, with her big boobs pressed into my chest, and a light kiss on the lips that lingered. “Damn!” I think. “I think she wants to fuck me!” I handed her the bottle of wine, closed the door with my free arm and walked into the kitchen with my right arm around her waist.

Karen came into the house from the backyard and gave me a nice hug and a kiss on the lips. She was wearing hip hugger blue jeans and bra-less, with a light pink cashmere sweater, that didn’t hide her nipples at all. The sweater came almost to the top of her jeans, but not quite. She looked hot, and I wanted to fuck her again. “You need to get the grill going” she said. “What’s this in your back pocket?” she asked, with her hand on my ass. “Toothbrush!” I replied with a grin. In unison, they looked at each other and grinned. “Well, let’s get cookin’”, I said, and headed out the back door to fire up the gas grill. Kaitlin brought me “something for you to sip while you cook”, which turned out to be a 7&7. She lightly brushed against me while setting it down. It was getting a little cool, and her nipples were standing proud, poking through the thin cloth of her black tank top. I extended my right arm out and Kaitlin stepped closer, and we hugged tightly and kissed. “Thank you for being so thoughtful” we said, almost in perfect unison. I was going in for a harder kiss, maybe some light tongue action, when I heard the sliding screen door opening. “Glad to see that you two are hitting it off!” said Karen, bringing out the T-bone steaks. She passed them off to Kaitlin, who then brought them to the grill.

We had dinner in the dining room, as the yellow jackets were being a PITA. The wine was great, the steaks perfect, and we had a wonderful time. I kept the conversation mostly about Kaitlin and her life in New Mexico. After dinner, I slipped off to the bathroom, peed and brushed my teeth, then returned to the kitchen, where they were finishing up shoving the dishes into the washer. Kaitlin excused herself to the bathroom to “freshen up”, then Karen went. Kaitlin hugged me and gave me a nice wet kiss with a little tongue action. I could hear Karen coming down the hall and Kaitlin opened her mouth and shoved her tongue into my mouth. Karen just came over and joined us, gave me a very hot kiss with plenty of tongue, then turned to Kaitlin and gave her the same…a steaming hot kiss with lots of tongue action. “This is going to be fun!” I thought.

It wasn’t long before the three of us were on Karen’s king-sized bed, naked. Both had been bra-less, and both had been wearing lace thongs. We all got naked at about the same instant. Kaitlin said “So, this is the beautiful cock I’ve heard so much about!”, and went down on me. I flopped on the bed, with my legs spread wide. Kaitlin kneeled between them and started sucking my dick, while Karen squatted on my face, jamming her hot, wet pussy into my nose and tongue.
Kaitlin quickly had my cock wet and was jacking on it and spitting saliva on it. My tongue was busy slipping into Karen’s hole any time I wasn’t sucking on her big clit. Kaitlin was really getting down on my dick, forcing it deeper and deeper into her throat, until it slammed in all the way. She let out a growl and pumped it in and out, stretching her throat to make it fit. Karen climbed off my face and Kaitlin replaced her, shoving her bare pussy into my face even harder than her mom had done. Karen gave me a couple of throat thrusts and then climbed onto my cock. One swift plunge, and it was buried in her steaming cunt. Kaitlin was facing her mom, and as they rode me, they french kissed very deeply, with lots of tongue fighting, and their big breasts pressed together. I had a good view of Kaitlin’s asshole, but as much as I tried, I couldn’t quite reach it with my tongue. She shifted a little, and my tongue flitted around her brown bullseye, then pushed in slightly. She gasped and pushed down on my face, almost smothering me. I pulled down on her hips and got my tongue into her pucker maybe an inch. “What a way to die” I thought.

Karen was leaning back a lot, rubbing my hard cock vigorously against her G-spot and rubbing her clit with her fingers. She was building toward an orgasm, and I knew it would be a huge one. Karen started growling like the cougar she is, and was babbling “oh fuck, fuck me, oh fuck, God fuck me, fuck me hard!!” Her orgasm hit her like a locomotive; she was bucking and screaming and rocking her pelvis hard on my cock, and then squirted on me. It was pretty amazing, and Kaitlin was hugging and kissing her until she collapsed beside me on the bed. Kaitlin turned around, climbed onto my cock and rode me “cowgirl”, as I caressed her tits and sucked on her erect nipples. Karen, having regained some strength, laid on her side, getting involved wherever she could, massaging my chest, rubbing my balls, or slapping Katlin’s ass…whatever. Kaitlin turned around and laid on top of me in the 69 position. She sucked my cock as I licked her pussy. Sometimes, Karen would kiss Kaitlin, rub her ass or pinch her nipples, or as many of the three as she could manage.

I gave Kaitlin a light slap on the ass, signalling her to climb off. She got on her knees and presented her ass to me. I got my knees between hers and proceeded to pound my big hard cock deep into her pussy. Moaning, she said “I want you to fuck me in the ass”, but I ignored her the first time. I pulled out of her, and she got onto her back without any directions, then pulled her legs up as high as she could get them. Quickly, I got between her legs, gave her a deep kiss, and plunged my cock into her pussy. “Fuck my ass” she hissed, but I kept abusing her pussy with my cock, pulling it all the way out and slamming it back in, hard and deep. Pussy juice was seeping out of her cunt and running into her ass. Again, she demanded that I fuck her ass, and finally, I put the head of my cock against her asshole and pushed hard. It popped in, and I started making short thrusts, waiting for her tight asshole to loosen up. In a little bit, out a little, and back in.

We really weren’t making much ground, until Karen squirted some KY liquid lube on our junction, and I pushed my cock all the way into Kaitlin’s ass in one more stroke. She let out a moan and pleaded “fuck my ass hard”. Which I did. Karen was right there, kissing, stroking, slapping my ass and fondling my balls. I leaned over and gave Karen a very wet french kiss with lots of tongue while I groped one of her big titties. My balls pulled up tight, and I felt the pulses in my cock as I started to cum. I pulled my cock out of Kaitlin’s ass and jacked on it, shooting shot after shot of thick cum onto her bald pussy. I started to go down on her, but Karen pushed me aside and dove her tongue straight into Kaitlin’s steaming cunt, licking up all the PJ and cum she could, then put a lip-lock on Kaitlin and shared the juices. Feeling ignored, I went to the bathroom to wash my cock and brushed my teeth. Karen and Kaitlin were still in a serious lip-lock when I got back several minutes later. I climbed back into bed, pulled the covers over us, and we all fell asleep until morning. I didn’t really sleep that well, I guess partly from not sleeping with anybody for awhile, and partly because at various times there was some groping going on. “I’d like to get used to this”, I thought.

I got home about noon, after another 3-some fuck session. I remember going 69 with both Karen and Kaitlin, and I also remember them going 69, with me fucking whichever one was on top at the time. Kaitlin and I finished up while Karen fixed breakfast. We were going 69, with Kaitlin on top and deep throating my hard 8″ cock. Her legs were spread wide, and I had my arms around her ass, with two fingers of my left hand in her ass and three fingers of my right hand in her pussy, and my right thumb working on her clit. We orgasmed at the same instant. She sucked my cock dry and swallowed my cum. Kaitlin squirted a little bit, in my mouth and on my face. We went to the bathroom and washed up a bit, brushed our teeth, got dressed and went to the kitchen for breakfast. The three of us sat around the table, pretty much like it was a normal breakfast, and not at all like we’d had an orgy the night before.

After getting home, I showered and called Megan about our date, to finalize details and to make sure she wore appropriate clothes and shoes…in a canoe, you are guaranteed to get at least your feet wet, minimum. She gave me her address, and I loaded the canoe on top of my truck. I was almost hopeful that Megan would not fuck me until the second date…
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Please stay tuned for the next chapter! I have been slow at getting this chapter done. I worked on another story, and got it almost finished, but wasn’t satisfied with it and deleted it. Then, I was working on this chapter and was well along when the power went out. It wasn’t windy or snowing or even very cold, and it seemed there was no reason. Maybe somebody hit a power pole or something. I was very discouraged, because I thought I’d lost my work, but WordPerfect had saved my work automatically. MS isn’t all bad, after all! 🙂 Kath

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Vivienne keeps a blood bank, with many account holders, that supply her with blood, in return they get paid by orgasm. On Halloween she finds the perfect present for one of her top bank accounts.

A vampire, lesbian love story, without the horror.

Dear reader, I felt I was missing out on the Halloween experience. Almost a traditional vampire story but nothing too dark.

I am happy to receive comments and PM’s.

As always, I welcome your thoughts and constructive criticism.

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I haven’t lived this long by being reckless. Other vampires wish for the old days, but I am glad they are gone. Too many diseases and not enough population to hide a blood drained sickly body. In the old days, it was easily noticed and all too easy to raise a pitchfork carrying bloodthirsty mob. Now it is easier, although a blood drained body brings a lot more attention and is more likely to be found. So it is far wiser to build up a voluntary blood bank.

So here on Halloween, I am cruising parties looking for fresh accounts to add to my blood bank. Why drain a body today, when it can feed you for years to come. Just a pint here and there and let the account holders enjoy their interest payments in return.

It is easy to repay the accounts with their dreams and desires, with the odd orgasm on account. The euphoria that I create to accompany a mild blood drain is beyond most people’s erotic desires. Especially when nudged along by a little erotic dream bonus. I am an expert at mind nudges, just brief hints or teases. You need not control a mind, why would you want a mindless zombie? Just a little nudge is required. How often have you done something slightly out of character? How often have friends asked you “where did that come from?” or “I never knew you were like that?” Was that free will? Or did you hear me laughing in the background?

Mind control takes energy, and it creates noise. I could be on a bus crowded with vampires, but they won’t hear me nudge the driver to turn left instead of right. But I can read their minds and hear their controlling thoughts. Humans can’t hear it, to them it is a little like a dog whistle. I also create a hormonal endorphin response as a very effective reward for a positive reaction to a nudge. It’s very low level and silent. How often has smiling to a stranger made you feel good inside?

The first party of the evening was a bust. My old Venetian vampire friend Phillip was already there harvesting a mark. We have had an unwritten agreement for millennia. No marked territories, we just don’t step on each other’s toes. There are large covens but I avoid them. Oh yes, they know of me, but they also know my wrath, so again, we steer clear of each other. My age and knowledge is a great help here. Knowing the secrets of Egypt’s and other long-dead dynasties gives me an edge they lack. That and the fact that I am also a day walker, I only know of a few and we stay clear of each other. I think it is age-related; I don’t know, and I am not giving myself up to science to find out.

At night, especially on Halloween, you just can’t wander in somewhere new without a reconnoitre. So I saunter around outside the College Party scanning minds. I pick out a few useless minds, a few drugged ones and a few minds I recognized, some friendly, some not. I pick up Abbey, one of my top account holders, but I drank from her last week, so she needs a rest. But I am here looking for new account holders not to harvest existing accounts. My bank is just south of a thousand accounts at the moment. It never hurts to have a few more. Several I just keep ticking over, happily married homemakers that enjoy an annual visit. Some account holders are too old, and I leave them to their memories and their twilight years.

Yes, I prefer female account holders, being one and loving the female form and all its benefits. Yes, I can change form and gender; it takes some effort and creates a lot of noise to other vampires. Normally it just takes some little tweaks to the target’s perception. It’s easy enough to suggest they prefer brunettes to blondes or small to tall. I have a few trans, gays, Bi men, and men on account who are of benefit and they enjoy the interest bonus too. It pays not to keep to too much of a modus operandi, as it is harder for potential enemies to set honey traps. Plus, you may need a quick withdrawal, especially if a coven gets territorial.

The mind sweep is coming up clean, ignoring all the guttural thoughts bouncing around inside some male and female heads. I am happy I am not exposed to any potential threats.

I am tonight, neutrally dressed in an average supermarket brought cheerleader costume, so I can slip in or out without too much interest. Being of average build, I quietly blend into the background. Who needs camouflage when you can blandly blend in? I saunter through the side entrance into the party. Whilst continually multi-task, scanning the house and smiling at people, I get a beer and mind nudge advances away.

A fresh mind grabs my attention, a dreamer. She came with her brother but she is waiting for her boyfriend; he is late and she isn’t enjoying being here with all these college types. She is a fit swimmer and runner, clean from drugs, and has a receptive mind. She is two rooms away, but her mind is crystal clear to me. She is Taylor Dean who left high school to work in an office in the city; she likes her job but not her boss. She is an excellent target, so I continue to search but keep a watchful mind on her.

Her brother has gone, I find him with his friend’s in the garden near the pool. They are watching a friend put moves on a girl, but his girlfriend is elsewhere. I find her and nudge her outside. It just takes a simple suggestion to her and her friend, “The music is loud in here.” To find her errant boyfriend and a commotion ensues.

Simple little pleasure help entertain me. The DJ changes the genre of the music and the party livens up. It is more 80’s and despite the younger ages it raises their games and more start dancing and partying. I am coming up with a bust, there are a few reluctant Bi-men that I note. One masked bat-woman that is a trans-curious male who could be useful in the future. But it all comes back to little lonely Taylor, who is now meandering towards the front door.

I nudge, “Stay, the music has improved, and the party is just starting, Steve will turn up any minute, you’re thirsty.”

She moves back towards the kitchen through the thronging jocks. “Tainted Love” by soft cell now plays, and Taylor’s mind goes to the Marilyn Manson video. Oooo how apt, she is playing it through her mind as she moves to the music.

I nudge a positive endorphin reward, “See this is ok, I like this.”

Her mind continues to play the video through her mind. But rather than Marilyn sauntering through the party, she is replaying the geek turning goth and being in the hot tub with Marylin. Aha, I have my bait and I reinforce her image.

Abbey is a tall alpha female goth and is in the garden with her groupies. She hunted me out at a club many years ago. A few goths do that, and many fall foul of the wrong vampires. She would gladly let me suck her dry. I have explained the pitfalls of being a night walker. Explaining the many hierarchal levels that she would be at the bottom of, and she is better staying off covens’ radar. She is under my protection and is now one of my top bank accounts. She is one of the few I have a genuine relationship with. Every few weeks, we get together and I make a withdrawal and she gets me and a few bonuses. Taylor would make a delightful bonus for her.

“You’re thirsty” I nudge Abbey.

“Hey guys, I need a top-up, anyone wants another brew?” Abbey asks her entourage.

“No, that’s ok Abs, I can get them, it’s cramped in there,” A male admirer offered. So I nudge his bladder.

“Ah, I need to siphon the old python first.”

“Yuk, I’ll be ok,” Abbey responded and made her way indoors.

Taylor’s route to the beer is being barred by some jock.

“Hey gorgeous, I’ve not seen you around here before, want to party upstairs?” So I nudge his bladder. No luck cocaine is blocking his receptors.

So I nudge her brother, who uncharacteristically turns to check on his sister. Shouting over,” Hey dude, that’s my sis, she’s out of bounds for the likes of you.”

It surprises his friends; he’s never bothered about her before, as they have all hit on her at one time or other. The Jock defers to the larger and older brother, mumbles an apology and moves to find the bathroom. Taylor continues her way to the kitchen.

“Hey!” I nudge Taylor as she enters the kitchen to see Abbey pouring beer.

“Hey yourself geek” Abbey responds.

I nudge Abbey with a vision of Taylor the geek in the hot tub in her wet look bikini, Marilyn Manson and her.

“Do you want a beer? I’m Abbey, but everyone calls me Abs.” Abbey said with a sudden change of heart. I nudge her further with some pleasing endorphin hormonal reward.

“Er, I’m Taylor, yes, please.” I nudge Taylor with a vision of her changing from nerd to vamp. Followed by an image of Abbey being one of the lingerie-clad rabbits on the bed at the end of the video. Whilst also nudging a little feel-good endorphin reward. Taylor blushes slightly.

“Jeez, not as in Swift?”

“Nooo, why do people say that?” I nudge them both into a giggle. They both smile.

“So why are you on your lonesome Ms Swift?”

“Please don’t call me that, waiting for my boyfriend, but he is late, so I think he is a bust”

“So lonely Ms Swifty, come and join us outside. Grab some of these beers.” Well done Abbey, I didn’t even need to nudge.

Whilst they make their way out, I find Taylors brother. Reward him by nudging a cheerleader he fancies into ignoring her friends and talking to him. Why do some girls do that? He was on her mind; she was playing hard to get, but he was about to walk away. Hey ho, another result for my feel-good factor chart.

I keep probing whilst monitoring the prize. Taylor’s boyfriend has arrived and his mind is a slightly drugged open sewer. He was waylaid at some petrol station chatting to some girls in a car. I catch a fleeting glimpse in his mind of him dogging his male roommate earlier. So I nudge him into tripping into some badass bikers near the door. Spilling their beers and falling onto their girlfriends. Whilst he is being roughed up, I nudge him to get the hell out of dodge. He leaves without a second glance back, his mind on catching up with his roommate, so Taylor is better off after all.

I found Taylor’s brother and uses his eyes to watch the goths in the garden. It’s one thing to see through a targets’ eyes, but it helps to get an overview of dynamics from a third party.

Abbey as always is dressed in black, long black hair with red streaks, a red on black basque, black skirt with stockings, and platform boots. I know her underwear; I’ve seen it enough times, she’ll be in black silk panties.

Taylor is different, standing out in that crowd with her red skater dress and pumps. She is Blond, very geeky, with black-rimmed glasses. Despite looking as if she doesn’t fit in, Abbey is keeping her in the conversation. But I pick up Taylor’s new moniker of Swifty, is wearing thin with her.

So I give Abbey a clearer vision of Taylor’s facial changes at the next “Swifty” comment through her beer haze and a nudge to cut it.

“Hey, Taylor, can we call you something else other than Swifty?”

“Yes, Taylor is fine.”

The group laughs and I give them all a slight reward to reinforce the positive change.

Good girl Abbey. However, one of her groupies keeps muscling in on Taylor, despite her keeping in close to Abbey. His mind is also a sewer and he will spoil my plans, so I nudge his bladder, no use. So I pick on one of the group who he last slept with and nudge her into jealousy. Soon he is in a heated discussion about why he never picked her up earlier in the week. After a few simple nudges, they leave together.

“Hey, Jimmy, why do you keep looking at the girl and Goths over there?”

It’s Taylor’s brother Jimmy’s cheerleader friend now feeling jealous. So I nudge her, making Taylor look a little younger and vulnerable in her eyes, then nudge Jimmy.

“It’s my sister, and she’s with some goths I’ve never seen before, so I’m keeping an eye out for her.”

“Awe, you are all heart.” I nudge her to hug Jimmy, give her an endorphin reward and he puts his arm around her, so he gets one too. I catch an image in her mind of her practising some gymnastics with jimmy and other jocks watching. So I pass that image over.

“I saw you girls practising in the week, that backflip looked cool.”

“Wow, we didn’t think you jocks took any notice, but yeah, that has taken a while to get right, thanks.”

Nope, Jimmy didn’t notice, but next week he will… Tee he.

Abbey’s group that is standing in the garden are restless, and a few are pondering on leaving to go to a bar. I scan a few minds and another group sitting poolside under a gazebo are settled in for the night. So a few suggestive nudges in the right heads and the gazebo group move into the house. “As it is getting colder, and the party is inside.”

I nudge the goths into sitting in the more comfortable pool side furniture. Ensuring Taylor sits in a lounger next to Abbey. One of her minions gets a nudge and offers to get more beers, whilst in the kitchen I guide him to some red wine and chips.

I’ve been quietly harvesting thoughts throughout the house. I now have 5 possibilities and I now know where they live. One has to leave as she has to be up early to open the house for the pool man. I make a note to call in to see her tomorrow. All these new accounts will all have to wait. I want Abbey to have her little bonus. Although they seem to be making their own magic, Abbey has now sitting close to Taylor on the same lounger, sharing the red wine.

I continue multi-tasking but keeping a close eye on my prizes for the night. I throw in a few images of each other, in various themes to the other, based on each of their own earlier thoughts.

I sense that Jimmy and his cheerleader want to leave. He feels he should offer Taylor a lift home, before going on to a more *********** jocks only party. I nudge him with visions of Taylor being safe and looking more adult and send trusting nudges to Taylor. Although she has now been accepted into the goth group, especially with Abbey now making it clear that Taylor is with her.

“Hey, sis, I’m off to a gig do you want a ride home?” I nudged him to be sure there wasn’t an invitation to the jock’s party in there. So the option of returning home is disadvantageous to Taylor.

“You’re ok with us Taylor I’ll see you are safe.” I nudged Abbey to re-assure Taylor, with her hand on her knee, and sent an image of a motherly Abbey to Taylor.

“No, that’s ok Bro’.” I re-assure Taylor with a warm glow of trusting endorphins, helping her feel she has made the right decision.

Taylor’s mind is nervous as she is receiving another woman’s affections. Abbey’s hand drifts between her knee and holding her hand. Abbey unknowingly isn’t helping with arm hugs when laughing at various observations. All normal flirtatious behaviour, but unsettling for a straight woman realising that she is attracted to another woman. I support Taylor with comforting nudges.

Taylor is almost there, her eyes admiring Abbey’s features and even lingering on her breasts more than once. She likes Abbey’s make-up, dark enough to be erotic but not scary. Now and then she is creating her own images of her wearing Abbeys dress and basque and in various states of undress.

Abbey doesn’t need any nudging, she is on a roll. She definitely wants to see Taylor in her underwear. It seems I chose well knowing her likes and knowing her preference for the female form. Conversationally they match, even musically Abbey is quite eclectic in her likes, ignoring some of her heavier goth bands.

It is now the witching hour, and Taylor is feeling the chill. A few of the group were once again contemplating moving to a club. Nope, that will not work for my end game. So I nudge Abbey into going against her usual party instinct. Giving her a warm comforting image of her and Taylor at her apartment, in bed together.

“Hey Taylor, you won’t like the club and I’m weary now, my place is close, do you fancy a nightcap?”

I give Taylor a repeat nudge image of her the geek, transforming to a Marilyn Manson goth chick.

“Er ok, yeah, why not?” I catch Taylor reinforcing her image of her in Abbey’s clothes. Bingo!

I follow the Uber cab to Abbeys apartment. No, not by turning into a bat and flying, I just called another cab, I know where she lives. I arrive just after them and check around the neighbouring streets, just to be 100% sure that there are no threats.

I watch from a dark corner across the street. I made sure Abbey left the door unlocked, it’s a simple nudge. How many times have you found your front door unlocked in the morning? And yet you would swear you locked it.

Abbey guides Taylor through to the kitchen to mix some shots and drinks. Taylor’s mind is full of doubts and nerves. Here she is in a strange woman’s apartment who is obviously expecting sex. But she has never been with another woman. But she feels erotically attracted to her, captivated by her.

Abbey’s mind is the opposite: she was thinking of whips and chains, tying Taylor down and hearing her scream. A quick nudge to Abbey showing an image of Taylor running terrified out into the street, never to return. Then a calmer image of Abbey as she is dressed tonight, to an appreciative Taylor, winning her the day.

Soon the two were drinks in hand, in Abbey’s bedroom, discussing her wardrobe. In the dark, soft-lit bedroom Taylor is watching Abbey closely, appreciating her stunning outfit. Taylor has never salivated over another woman before but she is now. Her pussy feels it and I can feel it too. It’s good to see her eyes still regularly drift to appreciate Abbey’s ample cleavage and her rear.

Abbey pulls out a matching black silk 1950s style bra and panty girdle set with suspenders for Taylor to try on. Also, some choices of similar basques. They decide that with Abbey being taller than Taylor and a C cup to her B, the basques won’t fit. But she also has some training waist clincher corsets that will.

Abbey also offers a black latex option of the same 1950s style bra & panty set, which makes me nervous. But it seems not Taylor, as she shyly picks the latex option. She turns her back to Abbey and lifts the skater dress off over her head, to reveal an average supermarket mixed bra and panty set. It seemed her boyfriend wasn’t going to get anything tonight from her, anyway.

Abbey is almost drooling as Taylor removes her bra, exposing her back and shoulders. Taylor wasn’t ready to reveal herself to Abbey yet. Abbey helps her on with the latex bra. She cheekily comes from behind to stretch the latex over her breasts as she pulls it down. Feeling Taylor’s soft dry skin and button hard nipples, making Taylor shiver. I feel Taylor’s endorphin rush. A few fumbled snaps and twists has the adjustments right. Abbey is now up close and at fever pitch, the room is now electric with sexual tension.

Taylor drops to remove her pumps and panties; Abbey just stands back, leaving Taylor standing bottomless whilst Abbey just soaks in the peachy view of her bare buttocks.

“Abs, the knickers please?” Taylor giggled, looking over her shoulders. Knowing full well what is happening, producing her own endorphins surging through her.

Abbey picks up the black latex panties and places them under her feet. Her face just inches from her buttocks. As Taylor steps into the leg holes, Abbey can’t resist and plants kisses on each cheek. Sending ripples of excitement through them both. Abbey again takes control of dressing Taylor, who is unaware that these have under crotch zips for Abbey’s easy access later.

Abbey wraps the chosen black clincher corset around Taylor from behind. Stretching it back tightly to snap the clips together, running up Taylor’s spine.

Abbey rolls up each stocking, kneels down to load one onto Taylor’s toes. She unrolls it slowly, erotically up her athletic smooth leg, kissing her on her high thigh and hip, snapping the suspenders into place. Abbey feels Taylor lean her one hand on her for balance and blushes at the soft sensuous contact. She moves around and repeats for the other leg.

Finally, Taylor turned so Abbey could she could see her in her new persona, Taylor the lesbian goth. Abbey gasps at the vision, steps forward and holds her hands. Sexual tension tingles through them both. Each of them providing their own endorphin hits. Hands slide up soft arms to shoulders and waists as the two come together and embraced their first passionate kiss. Taylors first genuine kiss with a woman, searching for Abbey’s tongue and enjoying her taste and warmth. Positive endorphins flow through them both.

“Taylor, you look fabulous, one sexy chick” Abbey says as they separated, once again at arm’s length.

“Abs, you’re not so bad yourself, although a little overdressed”

Abbey drops her skirt, so Taylor can feel more comfortable and they met in another passionate lingering kiss. Both pairs of hands exploring each other’s bodies.

Meanwhile I am quietly leaning against a wall in the dark outside, just scanning and enjoying their minds and emotions as the fruits of the evening. Now was the time to move, I cross the street and silently let myself in and lock the door behind me. I move through the apartment silently to stand outside the bedroom. Being close, I won’t make too much noise if I have to take control.

Abbey and Taylor are now admiring each other in the one tall mirror. I nudged them both slightly to remove the ripples in the over sized latex bra on Taylor. Although in their tipsy drunk state it didn’t need much, just a little airbrushing of the image.

“Abs, you are so fucking sexy. You know this is a little scary as I’ve never been with a woman before. In fact, I’ve never wanted a woman as I want you now,” Taylor admitted blushing.

“That’s ok, I’ve never wanted a skater as much as I want you now, I’ll be gentle, and you’re pretty sexy yourself. We can go slowly, no rush.”

They embraced again, this time falling on the bed, and their hands explore more private areas. Taylor shocked to find Abbey’s panties are wet for her!

“Abbey, can you release those boobs, you are magnificent in that basque but I want to see them bouncing free. You can’t appreciate boobs in the girls’ showers, it upsets people.”

Abbey sits up, removing her shoulder blouse and starts to remove her basque. Watching her, Taylor is open-mouthed, as this woman undresses for her, in front of her. Finally released, they bounce free and Taylor softly caresses them, kissing first one and then the other. Abbey went to remove Taylor’s latex bra.

“No, I don’t know if I am ready for both of us to be naked together, yet!”

Although I can feel Taylor enjoying the restriction, and the sensual touch of the latex, and clincher to be exciting her as much as Abbey’s caresses.

Abbey shrugs and caresses her through the latex, one hand drifts down to her crotch, feeling Taylor writhe beneath her. She feels for the tiny zip. I nudge, keeping Taylor busy, focusing on Abbey’s breasts, sucking and caressing them. With Abbey being taller, this engagement is perfect. She doesn’t feel Abbey’s fingers slide the zip exposing her pleasure palace. But she feels Abbey’s finger slide along her palace’s lips to unzip her pleasure purse to gain entry.

“Mmm aaa, don’t… Mmmm no.” The words came out, but her thighs spread, she releases another wave of her own endorphins.

Abbey’s experience took over, and she expertly explores into Taylor’s pleasure palace. Finding and teasing her climax trigger, and her inner entrance, whilst spreading her natural lubrication throughout.

I can feel their pleasure, it’s exciting me too, and I’m wet also, feeling the encounter in stereo.

Taylor’s finger slips into Abbey, her black silk panties not hindering progress. Years of masturbating and exploring her own body makes this not such a taboo, she knows her way around. She explores Abbey’s palace. I nudged her to roll Abbey onto her back, to slide down, kissing her way down. To release Abby’s suspenders and slide her panties down.

You remember that smell that comforts you from childhood? The one that tells you are safe and well? She needed a nudge to kiss lower, so I find that memory and give her that aroma and nudged again.

Taylor kisses Abbey’s bald pubic mound and extends her tongue to explore Abbey’s pink pleasure lips. She feels the juices, and I ease her tongue in deeper. I feel Abbey’s pleasure fountain and get Taylor to suck and tease it.

Taylor is still in control and if she wanted to, she could break free from my nudging. I want her to remember her pleasuring Abbey for future engagements. I get her to look up over Abbey’s smooth bonnet, over her flat stomach, between her rippling boobs to see the pleasure on Abbey’s face.

I nudged Abbey to look down at Taylor eating her out, her eyes fixed on her.

Then I took over, at this distance, mild control would be barely a whisper. Certainly, it couldn’t be heard if any vampire were stood in the street outside.

Taylor wasn’t to remember this; this was for Abbey’s ears only. Abbey saw Taylor stop and raise her head, smiling lovingly at her through her thighs.

“Abbey, I am a little Halloween present to you from Vivienne.”

Taylor returned to her tongue’s explorations, and I released her.

Abbey just restrained a verbal squeal but she knows I can read her mind. So thinks, “Vivienne, oh she is wonderful, thank you. Are you close? You must be, be with us, come join us tonight.”

“No, Taylor is for you tonight, my love. I am just outside the bedroom door and I just need a little drink to cement your relationship with her. I can join you both in a few weeks. She is a present for you to savour and keep. I want her to be here when I return, then maybe if she is ready we can share her. Don’t rush I can’t be with you guiding her all the time, so enjoy my sweet.”

Knowing I was close and I have brought her Taylor as a gift, whose tongue is now deep inside her, sucking and licking her orgasm trigger caused Abbey’s to spasmed in a climactic orgasm. Her hands grabbed Taylor’s head and holds her tight to her pelvis.

“Taylor, your beautieeee,” as her climax peaked.

Abbey relaxes, warm and satisfied. She strokes Taylor’s head and pulls her up. Knowing what was now required.

“My turn sweetie I want to pleasure you.” Abbey swaps positions with Taylor. She drops between Taylor’s thighs and starts her exploration of Taylor’s juice soaked pleasure palace, enjoying the feedback from her moans and groans.

I nudge Taylor to close her eyes and dull her senses.

She doesn’t hear me enter the bedroom;

she doesn’t see Abbey stand and embrace me.

“Oh Vivienne, she’s wonderful, I didn’t see you at the party. Stay with us, drink from me again. Please?”

“No my sweet, Taylor is yours tonight, you know the rules, you need to rest but I will return soon enough.”

Taking Abbey’s place; briefly I enjoy Taylor’s nectar licking her pleasure palace. Then search and find the femoral artery, finding the right spot on her athletic leg. I bite and the warm liquid fills my mouth and I drink. I release armies of endorphins through Taylor’s body and she is wracked by orgasms. I also give her a strong image Abbey eating Taylor the lesbian goth out, on the bed. I too feel the rush, her blood carrying her endorphins to me. Abbey stands masturbating furiously as having never watched me drink before. She only ever having been the supply vessel, and she knows what Taylor is feeling.

I gauge the volume I have drunk. I drink a pint and cease, then lick saliva over the wound in Taylor’s leg and watch it repair. She will barely see two dimples in the morning. I lick my lips, stand and embrace Abbey, whilst she continues to masturbate. She tastes the blood in my mouth and her own orgasm climaxes. I hold her upright until she composes herself and returns to eating out Taylor. I slip out the door and once closed behind me; I release Taylor.

“Fuck Abbey, that was unbelievable, I have never cum so hard ever. That was the best orgasm ever, I’ve gushed all over your sheets. Jeez you sexy fucking beast, come here.”

I return to Abbey’s couch and sit, sated, like after enjoying an enormous glass of fine wine. I feel them passionately kiss and Taylor doesn’t need nudging now, so I relax, listen and feel their minds and emotions.

“Abbey, do you have one of those strap-ons?”

“Yes, do you want me to fuck you?”

“Well, I’ve crossed a few barriers today and I’ve always wondered what it is like to be a man fucking his girl. Can I fuck you?”

“Vivienne, are you hearing this, is this you?”

“No Abbey, Once I left your bedroom I released her. She is yours.”

“Oh Vivienne, thank you, she is wonderful.”

“Yes Taylor, I want you to fuck me, I have something special that will benefit us both.”

I watch Abbey through Taylor’s eyes as she goes into a drawer and returns with a strapless dildo. She applies lube and expertly inserts it into Taylor. I can feel the wave of Taylor’s pleasure as she feels Abbey’s hands and the large bulbous end enter her. I feel Abbey zip her latex panties tight onto the dildo. Taylor feels full with this foreign object deep inside her. Abbey lies on the bed, legs spread expectantly.

Taylor walks around, soaking in the beautiful woman waiting for her phallus. She tries to accustom herself to this erotic object deep inside her thighs. She adds lube whilst stroking it, like any good porn video, feeling the power of a phallus.

Abbey watches her clamber across the bed towards her, holding the dildo like it could drop off at any moment. Abbey holds it and guides it between her thighs into her palace of pleasure. I feel Abbey’s palace accept the phallus, her ecstasy as it slides in and she accepts Taylor’s body weight onto her.

Initially they just grind hips, both getting use to being linked by this phallus inside both of them. Then Taylor starts to stroke in and out, her phallus just pulling and pushing inside her. She remembers her ex-boyfriends moves; I see her mind’s eye, trying to give Abbey the pleasure she has previously experienced. She holds onto Abbey’s hips and rises up to drive faster and harder into her. I see her lusting down onto Abbey, thrusting into her and watching her breasts float up and down.

I see Taylor from below, above Abbey, her breasts hanging and swinging, thrusting into Abbey. I feel Abbey wrap her legs behind Taylor to ease the entry.

I am sitting back to just soak in their pleasures. Hearing their rhythmic grunts, feeling their passion and lust. Bathing in the stereoscopic images of each other in the throes of sex. Their individual crescendos build up with screams of pleasurable release, and again I feel their orgasms in stereo. I enjoy my own voyeuristic orgasm.

My evening done, I get up and quietly leave, as they settle down in each other’s arms cuddling and fall asleep. I make a little noise as I lock the door from the outside. I quietly walk into the night, searching my mind around me, as it is still dark enough for the night walkers.

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This was the fist co-writer story I have ever done. It is also the first LGBT story I have ever done. I love a challenge and this was by far that. This is a story of forbidden love in a very forbidden place or is it? You will have to decide for your self. By Pars001 and fantasysflirt

As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out into the hall. I had to get out of that room! As always, Debate class had pissed me off. Great, just finished third period and I am already feeling the effects of a bad day. Then some wackjob smacked my arm; turning around I nearly clogged my bestie! Susie had been telling me about some little hottie. As if I cared about some new boy she had the hots for! Susie just shook her head and said, “just wait ‘till sixth period, Bex. You’ll see!”

The next few periods blended together; English – another boring lesson about some dumb dead elite Literature author, Math – ahhh Pre – Cal! (what, I love numbers! And there’s always an answer with math!)

Finally, the best part of the day. Lunch. Stopping at the vending machine, I grab a sub and an OJ jug. Vitamins, minerals, and a few calories mean everything to girl that doesn’t eat much food.

I find our table with a few of my closest friends, Susie, Justine and Justin (the twins), Sammie, and Nickie. Justin only sits with us because Nickie and him are going together, she’s in love and he’s in lust. I hate teenagers, they are so dumb at times. Yeah, I know, I should talk I am barely seventeen as it is. But I had to grow up fast as the oldest sibling with just Mama to raise us and support three kids. Pops ran off when I was six, and he sends a check every three to four months.

Susie smacks me again, I’ve been daydreaming a lot lately and meaningless chatter annoys me when Debate class was horrible. She’s still going on and on about this hot boy she’s in lust with. From the look on Sammie’s face, I guess this is the hottest new topic and new crush in town.

Nickie chimes in something about going out back before the bell rings. Nickie and the twins like to split a Newport or two before sixth period. Downing the rest of my OJ, I stand up with the gang. I skip out of the hot boy chatter and second-hand smoke by way of the little girl’s room. I have to check my eyes and lip liner after lunch. A little touch up on liners and I am ready for the rest of this hellish day.

Just as the warning bell rings, I walk into my only joy of the day. Music class, well band class. I play the bass drum. Percussion has always been in my blood, so when I heard the band needed a bass drummer, I signed up for my final elective – Band class. Plus, it gives me my final credit for music and arts. It’s a win-win for the school and myself.

Well it was almost a win-win. I had to put up with more lusting boys that made up part of the class. Then again, since I had no real interest in them they were more of an annoyance than anything else. I had found at an early age to put up with them but no further.

Walking in, I could feel my excitement start to climb as I took my place with the others. True the rest of the other drummers were male thankfully, and they were as focused as I was on the music.

I turned toward the front of the class as she walked in. I felt myself almost melt as my eyes followed her across the room. She had a grace that put all others to shame as she strode to the podium. I quickly snapped my mouth shut as I realized I had been staring intensely. Damn it! I had to get a hold on this or I was going to have a serious accident.

Shaking my head I felt my memories drift back to the day pops left. I had loved my Mother and Father perhaps more than normal. Then came the day that pops just up and left all of us to fend for ourselves. My mother, me, my sister and the youngest, our brother. Sighing, I didn’t see how Mother put up with him there especially after the hell pops left us with.

Ben was a child, so I really couldn’t hold all that much against him. Then again, he was a male and there really was no love there for him. Well not at first. Mother had explained that even though he was a male he wasn’t father. Also, that all us females could teach him how to be a proper male. This made things far easier though there was no love ’till later.

Ben was amazing. He was loving me no matter how rotten I was to him. I realized that I was judging all males because of pops. Thanks to Ben I no longer hated all males, then again, I didn’t love any either except for Ben.

I hadn’t even realized that I adored females ’til last summer when I visited pops. I might not like him, but he was still my father. He gave me a place to stay and you might say my first taste of romance when I met his new girlfriend. Came to find out she wasn’t straight rather bi-sexual, taking an instant liking to me and my developing body.

I remember catching her coming out of the shower naked one night. I could only stare at her delicious body. My god she was a goddess! The gentle curve of her hips. The generous swell of her breasts topped with huge, hard nipples in the air. I felt my mouth water as I did my vagina all down my leg! I stood there frozen as she looked straight at me slowly, torturously drying her body. My eyes following her hands as she dried each part of herself with long slow swipes.

Father it seemed was gone most of the day, so she came to me, gently kissing me. I felt a passion well up in me as I grabbed her head and pulled her to me, deepening the kiss. We spent the rest of the day exploring each other as she explained and showed everything to me. I had never felt as loved as I did that day.

Sadly, I had to leave a few days later with only a few brief encounters between us. I promised to write her as she did me, but I knew that it was over, though, as I also knew she had a bigger thing for pops than she did for me. It was a hard lesson that I learned well, hardening my heart for a few days. Then I was home with my bestie coming over not even an hour after I was there.

Susie knocked at the door, startling me, as I walked to it and let her in. Then I looked at her, REALLY looked at her. The soft swell of her young breasts, the way her hips had started to flare, and the long red hair down her back. Despite my best intentions I felt my heart melt as I stared at her, feeling myself grow wet as I watched her walk in. Damn, when had she gotten this sexy?

My mind drifted back to class as the symbols crashed below us. Susie was in her French horn section looking my way with great envy in her green eyes. Her red hair making her stand out from the rest of us. Then I followed her eyes as she seemed to be staring a male. Looking, I saw that she was staring at the new student that was standing next to me.

Huh, I thought, so this was what she was all up in arms about. Not really all that much to look at. Not like the eye candy of Ms. Sanderson, the new Music/Band teacher. Damn it, one look at her and I was melting again. Her slender thighs, 32C breasts, her luscious, ruby red lips totally kissable as far as I was concerned.

It was rumored that she wasn’t fond of males in any way, shape, or form. Something about her being assaulted when she was younger I wasn’t sure. The only thing I knew was that when I looked at her I became immediately wet, a hell of a lot more than I ever had before. I so desperately wanted to wrap my hands around her blonde tresses, kissing my way so slowly down her naked body. I wanted to praise each and every inch of her naked flesh as I made all of her body mine.

It was also rumored that she had no one in her life at the moment. Did I dare go for her? I was almost desperate to touch and hold her, a feeling that was growing stronger each day. Shaking my head, I decided I had to have her or die trying in the process. I knew that if she rejected me I would die. I had never felt what I was feeling for her nor did I know if I ever would again.

Yes, I thought, I’d start after class, I wasn’t expected to be home all that early. If things did work out it would be time more than well spent. Nodding my head, I thought time VERY well spent.

Lethargically, I went through the rest of the class thinking the whole time how I could get something to happen. Thankfully, fate stepped in as I missed the tempo several times while we were playing. The rap of Ms. Sanderson’s wooden baton quickly drew my attention.

“Rebecca Blake!” I heard her shout. “Are you with us or is your mind somewhere else? Perhaps with someone else? You’ve missed the tempo three times in the last stanza. You are our best percussionist, if you can’t get it right what hope is there for the rest of the band? Please stay after class, so we can discuss this and make efforts to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

I heard a few oh’s and ah’s from several in various sections. I did my best to hide the wide smile that was threatening to cover my face. “Yes Ms. Sanderson,” I responded a moment later. Damn sometimes life just throws everything your way doesn’t it? “I will do my best to keep up Ma’am.”

I also saw her head whip around to stare at me with narrowed eyes. I guess she was studying me to see if I was telling the truth. Then I saw what appeared to be a look of recognition flash in her eyes and then it was gone. I also thought I saw a small, thin smile cross her lips that was gone in an instant.

Damn I thought, had she seen through my ruse? I guess I’d find out later after class. It took all I had to make it through the rest of the class.

Finally, mercifully the class and the day ended. Susie walked up to me before she left wishing me luck then quickly escaped the room afraid she would be kept after also. Swallowing hard I stayed in my section watching the rest of the class as they made their way through the door. Every now and then I’d see one or two mouthing sorry as they left. I smiled inside it was great that they were worried about me. Then again how shocked would they be if they knew that I wanted this?

Again swallowing hard I made my way down toward the front of the room. Stopping in the front of Ms. Sanderson’s desk I awaited the tirade that I thought was about to start.

Finished erasing the board, she turned seeing me standing there, nervously dancing from foot to foot. Sitting down, she indicated the seat beside the desk for me to sit in. “Ms. Rebecca,” she started then stopped when she saw me wrinkle my nose at my actual first name. “Hmmm I see is there something else you prefer to be called?”

A wide though nervous smile lit up my face almost seeming to cause her to relax as I stated, “Yes Ma’am, Ms. Sanderson, I much prefer Bex to anything else.” With that I saw that she really relaxed as she uncrossed her legs. This gave me a brief glimpse of her purple panties which seemed to be stretched tight across her sex. Then I sighed disappointedly, almost audibly, as she re-crossed them.

Oh my god! I thought as I ripped my eyes away from her briefly semi-exposed crotch. Was she coming on to me? In almost the same way I was going to come on to her?

“So,” she said as she opened a file on her desk. As she picked it up I saw my full name on it. Groaning, I thought I was in a pile of trouble though her next words startled me. “I see that you are from a dysfunctional family. Tell me, do you have a good relationship with your brother? Your mother mentioned that you surprisingly get along with him now, though in the past it was quite different.”

Oh shit! I thought, she not only had my file, she’d also talked to Mother! Crap what had Mom said to her? Mom was the only other one besides pops’ girlfriend who knew I had no desire for males.

I lowered my head as I almost whispered, “yes ma’am, I wasn’t that good to him in the past. I think it was due to my pop walking…” I stopped as I felt the anger welling up in me again. I still hadn’t completely forgiven pops for leaving all of us. Then again, I wasn’t sure that I would ever be able to.

I saw out of the corner of my eyes she was nodding, a faraway look in her eyes. “I can understand how you feel my dear. There are times, not many mind you, that a brother can be the absolute greatest ally that you can have.” She looked directly into my eyes as she whispered, “believe me I do know. So, is this what has you so distracted?”

I rapidly, perhaps too rapidly, started to shake my head no. I wanted so bad to tell her, ask her, hold her close to me. I knew not to make a move as I still had no idea how she felt though I had a feeling she felt about females much the way I did. “I . . . I’ve . . . ” I started then clamped my mouth shut. This was extremely personal, and I wasn’t about to let her know that I knew what I did.

Her eyes opened wide a moment then she nodded again. “So, it is a boy that has you so distracted, ah I see. Do you wish to talk about it?” She asked when she saw that I had completely clammed up. A boy? Was she crazy? Had she lost her mind? The I realized that she didn’t really know crap, I was going to have to tread lightly here. If a single word of this got out I was finished from any clique, let alone ever being able to show my face.

“I can’t . . . it’s far too . . . I can’t . . . ” I stated, almost in tears that she was trying to get this out of me. This time as I looked down I saw a look of compassion in her eyes, hell it almost seemed she was as upset as I was!

“Anything and everything that is said here and now WILL NOT go any further. Unless you are a danger to yourself or others and I don’t think this is the case, is it?” She asked as I quickly shook my head no. “Can you tell me about it with no names?”

I took a deep breath as it was now or never. “I believe I am in love Ma’am.” I said as both of my lips quivered.

Her hand went to her chin as she put a finger to her lips. “Love I see. I take it that the one you are in love with is a well-known person? Is this someone who could pretty much end you going to school here if they don’t reciprocate your love?”

I tried not to look up as embarrassed as I was. With that she stood, going to the door to close and lock it. “Now I think it’s time we dispense with the Ms. Please call me Ann as I think that we are going to become very close friends, hmm? So, do you wish to tell me about this love of yours?”

I looked up in time to see her sit with her legs uncrossed, again giving me another view between her legs. This time, though, I could see that she was as wet as I was. Judging by the wet spot on the front of her panties it had started a while ago.

Slowly, almost teasingly she re-crossed her legs. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. Finally, when she had her legs crossed, I managed to look up at her face. She had a quirky, little smile on her face as she was now staring at my hand that was moving rapidly on my lap.

“Is it that embarrassing that you can’t talk about it?” Ann asked. “It is after all a boy, correct?” I must have blushed a bright red with a smirk on my face as her face suddenly held a surprised look and then a sly smile. “So, it isn’t I see, yes, you are quite right this could do great damage to you here.”

I felt the heat rise higher to my cheeks as I couldn’t look at her. Dear God, being this close, her soft voice caressing my ears. It was taking all I had not to lean over, grab her and press my mouth and body to her.

Stunned to silence I dared to look at her as she was shaking her head. “I believe I know how you feel my dear. You like girls am I correct?” I saw her smile as she waited me answer. I could only briefly nod my head yes, causing a beautiful smile to start to dominate her features. “It has to do with your father doesn’t it?”

My mouth dropped open as I stared at her, “How do you know? Not even my mother knows about that.” I was totally in shock.

In a loud whisper she told me, “my step father assaulted me as a young woman. My brother caught him mid-way through it. I’d never seem him as angry as he was, he almost killed the son of a bitch. Then he held me, he was still holding me crying when the police arrived. To this day I don’t think he has forgiven himself for what happened, though I have many, many times. I found after that, he was the only male that I can or will allow near me.”

I could feel the tears as they were running down my face. How could anyone have hurt this dear, sweet woman before me?

I felt her soft hand reach my face gently caressing it as I let the tears fall. “No one should have ever hurt you, there is no reason to EVER do that to you!” I hissed in a fierce whisper.

Her face registered shock then a grateful smile as she gathered me to her chest. Holding me tight, it was a few moments before I realized that I was pressed to her soft breasts. With a contented sigh I pressed myself deeper into her flesh.

“I shared my story with you to let you know that your secret is safe alright? So, is there anything I can do to help you, so you aren’t as distracted?” Ann asked as I was finally able to stop my tears.

Anything she could do? My God! That was as loaded a question that she asked as any that I’d ever heard. God yes, I thought, she and I could strip naked slowly and make love for hours. I almost opened my mouth to say it, then chickened out. I still had no idea if she felt for me as I did for her. It would kill me if she rejected me, I could feel the pain in my heart as I thought about it.

It appeared that Ann was far more perceptive than I thought she was. When I didn’t answer right away she seemed to sense that I had pulled away. “I’m not sure if I can ask anything of you Ms…. Ann. The woman I am in love with may not share my feelings. I am terrified that she will reject me before anything happens between us.”

Ann nodded, “as they say life is an adventure. Take a chance, it’s the only true way you’ll ever know. I’ll let you go think it over, ’till you know you’re going to be a mess. I hope you do soon, I… we need you badly Bex.” I got up to go as she unlocked the door. As I was moving past her I told her thank you.

“No my dear,” she whispered to me. “I wish to thank you. I saw you watching me. It made me feel a hell of a lot better about myself.” Then she leaned down, kissing me briefly on the cheek.

I thought I had grabbed a live wire as I felt a huge current run through me. Looking at Ann, I saw that she had felt it also. Shakily I withdrew, walking out the door and almost running into my old friend Rita. Stopping short I saw that there was a lot more of her now. She saw me looking at her stomach then threw her arms around me.

“Oh my god! Bex! It’s so good to see a familiar face!” She almost squealed as she hugged me.

My mouth hanging open also as I asked, “I had wondered where you went, but not this, who, when?” I said in surprise.

“It was the end of last school year. Remember Mr. Sorenson, the band teacher?” I nodded amazed. “I fell for him and you might say he did for me also. One thing led to another and voila! It feels so wonderful I . . . ” Rita stepped back as she stared at my face intensely. “So, I see that you have fallen also. Who is she?”

My mouth must have dropped open as Rita started to giggle. “How? I never told you nor anyone else.”

Rita smirked at me, “wasn’t hard for me. You were never really interested in guys. I remember something you said once about your dad leaving.” She pointed a finger at me, “I might be a lot of things, but I was a good friend. I also have an excellent memory.” She stated matter of factly.

“I can’t really say,” I told Rita with a worried expression.

Rita gasp as she looked at me closely. “Hmmm, I see, so you are into the new band teacher. Yeah, I can see that, go for it I hear she’s extremely lonely also. Who knows? You might find true love like I did.” With that she whirled away heading to the room I had just left.

I stood there in shock, shaking my head. Was I that easy to read? First the woman I loved, then my pregnant friend. A few minutes later Rita came dancing back out the door. Passing by me she winked, mouthing ‘go for it’. Again, I was unable to move as I watched Rita, her red hair bouncing almost as much as she did, dancing out the door.

I wasn’t sure how long I stood there before Ann walked out, closing and locking up the band room. “Ah! Hello again Bex, did you need to speak to me further?”

I felt like an idiot as I tried to speak but nothing came out. Ann patiently waited as a war of words went through my mind. Finally, I said, “yes Ann I do, though I think we might need somewhere much more private.” I trembled as these words came out.

Ann rested her hand next to her face, a finger against her skull as she was deep in thought. “Well, I have to go home. If it’s alright with your mother, you could accompany me there.” I looked closely at Ann when she said this. A small quirky smile was again on her face. I looked closer, seeing something in her eyes that I had seen in my own, an almost desperate loneliness.

I called my mother, telling her I was going to Ms. Sanderson’s, that I’d be late. I tried to explain I was having a little trouble with the tempo. I could hear mothers’ none believing of my words, though she was clearly happy that I had called. I told her I might be very late when Ann spoke up, saying she had extra room. I could stay the night since tomorrow was Saturday. Mother told me to have fun before she hung up. Oh I intend to I thought, I intend to.

As we left I was glad to see that there wasn’t anyone around who knew me. Then again, being a Friday there really wasn’t anyone around. We drove for a short distance and I was surprised when she turned down the same street I lived on, then passed my house going another block. Not a word had been spoken while we were traveling.

As she pulled into her driveway, the crunch of the rocks loud, she looked at me asking, “You alright?”

My mouth still open I quickly snapped it shut. “I didn’t know you lived this close. We passed my house a block back.”

A wide smile crossed her lips, “um that’s good to know if anything develops.”

My head snapped up as I looked into her eyes, seeing a look of longing hunger. “I hope that you can help me Ann,” I said licking my lips.

“Oh, I’m sure we can help each other, I most definitely feel we will.” Ann said in a low whisper as she passed the back of her hand across my cheek, making me tremble with excitement.

Ann got out, heading to the front door then stopped, looking back at me. Waving her hand, she crooked a finger to me indicating that I should follow. Nodding my head, I climbed out, walking up to Ann with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I am just thrilled that you have time for me.”

Ann’s eyes, I swear, twinkled as she whispered in my ear, “I think, I will always have time for you my dear. Let’s get inside.” I nodded as she unlocked the door then allowed me to go in first. I looked around the small house seeing that the woman most definitely had good taste. “I’m going to get out of these clothes, be right back.” I nodded as I watched her walk into what I assumed was her bed room.

I was looking around the room when I noticed that Ann left her door open. I didn’t mean to stare then I noticed she was getting undressed. My eyes were glued to the image in the mirror of her I was seeing. Slowly, so slow she was removing her skirt, then her shirt. Looking into the mirror she unhooked her bra, grasping her breasts, rubbing where the bra had left an impression.

I couldn’t move, I could barely breathe as she massaged them. Then she was looking in the mirror again, a little smile on her lips as she slowly lowered her purple panties. Looking in the mirror she started to turn each way, looking at the smooth skin between her legs. I shivered as she gently caressed her folds, wishing it were my hands, then sighed in disappointment when she put on a long robe.

I sat on the small divan wondering what was going to happen next. Ann reappeared a moment later with another long robe. “I thought you might be more comfortable out of your school clothes. We need to get to the root of the problem Bex. I can’t afford to lose you, among other things you are the leader of the percussion section. As I said I lose you I lose part of the band. You can change in my room.”

I swallowed hard nodding as I stood taking the soft robe. As I went in I noticed that she hadn’t put her clothes in the hamper yet. Looking at the mirror I realized that I also hadn’t shut the door. Reaching out with trembling hands I firmly grasp the same purple panties she had just taken off. I could see that they were soaking wet, giving off the most delicious aroma I think I ever had the pleasure to inhale. Inhale yeah, I was, for all I was worth, her scent was about to drive me crazy!

Quickly I discarded my own clothes, her panties still clutched tightly in my hand. It was at that moment that I realized that my own were just as soaked. Shaking my head, I looked in the mirror at my own body. Though I wasn’t completely bald like Ann, I also didn’t leave very much. It was at that moment I caught a sight of Ann on the divan, her hand between her legs, moving at a blurring speed. Damn, I thought, was that because of me? A wide smile covered my face as I quickly finished changing, dropping her panties, then going out.

Upon entering the room, Ann looked as if she’d been sitting there unmoving the whole time. Smiling to myself, I knew better. Ann patted the spot next to her as I sat, not really knowing how to start. “So,” Ann started, deciding for me. “Now that we are alone, we can talk about what’s really bothering you.”

Just like that I started, opening up telling her everything. How I was feeling about myself, my family, though most importantly about my brother Ben. Ann just sat there, not judging, only nodding when I made a specific point. When I finally finished I felt like a ton of weight had been lifted off me. Then Ann smiled slyly as she said, “now that you’ve told me everything else, let’s skip to what or rather WHO, has you so tongue tied.”

I could only stare at her as she smiled, waiting for me to start again. “I’m . . . I’m ssscared.” I said shaking uncontrollably.

“Scared? Of what? Of me? Bex I understand what you are going through probably more than any other.” Ann said in a soft voice. “I can help you more than you think.”

I swallowed hard, God there was never a more truer statement. “I . . . ” I started then chickened out again.

Sighing, Ann moved close, putting her arms around me, suddenly giving me a kiss that knocked my socks off. Well, I thought, it would have had I been wearing any. “Let me help you,” Ann whispered in my ear, sending chills through my body. “You’re in love with me, aren’t you?”

I must have had a completely shocked look on my face as Ann started to laugh. “But I . . . no one . . . it was . . . ” I stuttered as I tried to form a cognizant thought.

“As I said,” Ann continued whispering in my ear. “I saw you watching me. I was watching you also. You see my dear, I love you too you know.” Reaching down she opened my robe, drawing in a gasping breath as she looked my body over. “My God you’re perfect!”

I must have blushed then, she reached in with her hand, caressing my breasts. She leaned in, taking one of my hardening nipples into her mouth. All I could do was moan as the sensations were far better than with father’s girlfriend. I had also reached into Ann’s robe, touching her body everywhere. If I was perfect, she was the mold I was made from. Stopping a moment later, Ann pulled my face to hers, kissing me deeply, passionately. I swear I was about to pass out. “Do you trust me Bex?” She asked when she broke the kiss.

Still stunned, I could only nod to her as she pulled a pair of handcuffs from behind her. “What . . . ” I asked, trembling a little. I had backed away a bit when she put them down. I cleared my jet-black hair from my face, looking at Ann with a startled look.

Sighing Ann took hold of my hand, “I could never hurt you Bex. I just think we need to do this to get you over what is holding you back. I will give you a safe word for me to stop and release you. I won’t push you, hon, but I feel we . . . well, you need this.” With that she kissed me again, a soul searing kiss that had me gasping for air.

I was trembling even more when she let me go. I was having a hard time thinking straight. Then I nodded as she took my hand, leading me back into her bedroom. Laying down, she put my hands together with the cuffs around a bar at the head of the bed. Looping what looked like thin ropes around my ankles, Ann leaned in and whispered, “percussion is the safe word.”

Shocked at her words I waited to see exactly what she’d do. Breathing softly, she slowly opened my robe after she dropped hers on the floor. Slowly she crawled up the bed to my lips, barely touching them with her own. I pulled at the restraints, desperate to capture her lips fully. Then she began a leisurely trip down my face, then around my neck, causing me to squirm and pull harder at the restraints.

I was starting to get frantic when she reached the tops of my breasts. Her soft kisses sent electric shocks all throughout my body. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to take all she was doing. Then she started moving lower at a torturous pace, almost as if she wished to taste every inch of my exposed skin. Stopping at my navel I felt her softly stab her tongue into it, this causing me to gasp, rising my stomach and body to get closer to her.

Then she was going lower. I could feel her getting closer to my vagina; why was she going so slow? This was torture pure and simple! I was aching for her touch between my legs, a feeling that was growing more and more desperate. I was afraid I was going to die before she got there. Then, as if to be cruel, she stopped at the top of my pubic bone! My god she was trying to kill me! I was struggling to throw my body toward her, to complete what she had started.

Reaching over she started a recording of my band section. “I love to hear you play while I do,” she whispered. “It excites me more, hearing your excellent playing.” Even as she started moving again, I swear I could feel my heart beat in time with the music. Almost not paying attention, I was brought back to what she was doing as she reached the top of the folds of my vagina. Her velvety soft tongue dancing, sending shock after shock throughout my body, even as she moved closer to my opening.

I felt Ann stop, her tongue circling one spot below my clitoris. Then as the drum section built to a crescendo, I felt her move back then plunge her tongue as deep as she could go in my opening. Gasping, I felt my body start to flail and convulse as every inch of my body was inundated with the excess of feelings.

I pulled as hard as I could, feeling the ropes and cuffs start to bite into my skin. The strange thing is the pain seemed to heighten the feelings. Screaming out through my orgasm, I saw Ann look up, her face covered with a wide smile and my juices. Then with a heavy sigh, everything went black.

I don’t know how long I was out before I slowly awoke. “Oh, thank god!” I heard Ann say next to me. “I thought I had seriously hurt you!” Ann’s voice heavy with concern.

“No, I’m not hurt; I just think I had a sensory overload.” I told her with a tired, loving smile. It was then I noticed that I could move my arms and legs. I looked at Ann with a questioning look.

Ann saw me looking at my appendages, with a teary sigh she nodded. “After I thought that I had gone too far,” here Ann hung her head. “I released you as fast as I could. I never meant to hurt you, not like that.” This last whispered in hushed tones.

I reached up, gently caressing her face. “Ann,” I started, “no one has ever made me feel so damn good or loved. If I wasn’t before, I know I am falling hard and fast for you.” Ann’s face which had held a look of apology, suddenly brightened into a slowly developing smile. “As much as I’d absolutely love to return the favor could we just hold each other? I think I am still out of it.”

Ann nodded smiling even more, “For you my dear I’ll wait. We have the rest of today and most of tomorrow.” With that Ann wrapped her arms around me as I did her. Pulling each other close, I nodded feeling her soft body and heart beat as I let sleep take me.

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I walked into my favorite class at the end of the school day. Band; just saying the word sent a tingling thrill shooting through my body. We had spent the rest of the night, and most of the next day, exploring each-others body. To say that father’s girlfriend had left me undereducated would be the understatement of the year. Sadly, I went home the next day.

Now we were back where all this had started. I took my place with the percussion section. I saw that Susie was in the brass section still sending me questioning looks. She and the rest of my friends had been trying to pry the reason there was a huge smile plastered to my face all day. I wasn’t about to say a thing. For once things were going better than I thought they would. I wasn’t about to screw that up opening my mouth about anything.

A moment later, my walking dream walked to the podium tapping her wooden baton. Pointing to the Woodwind and Brass sections, we started the piece we had been working on. Then just as suddenly it was the percussion that took the tempo balancing out the whole thing. I proudly went through the piece with no mistakes, hearing the rest staying right along with us.

I smiled as we started several other pieces of music. After class finished Susie walked up to me. “Damn Bex, you were perfect! I don’t know what happened, but I believe that was the best you ever pl . . . ” She said then stopped when Ann walked up to us.

“Much better Miss Blake, as I told you when our best percussionist keeps tempo, the rest follow very well.” Then she turned to Susie, “you may not think I pay attention to everything, but I do Miss Mason. I noticed that you were flat a few times throughout each piece. Would you care to explain why my best French horn was flat?” Ann looked at Susie with a questioning look. Susie dropped her head.

“I . . . I . . . was worried about my best friend.” Susie started as Ann turned to me winking.

“Worried?” Turning to me she asked. “Are you sick Miss Blake? Are you mentally unsound? Have you broken any bones?” As I shook my head no at each thing she asked, I saw Susie’s head snap up, her red hair flaring, as she stared at Ann with her mouth open. “There, problem solved Miss Mason.” With that Ann sat at her desk, “you still have a week of Band detention Miss Blake. I suggest you start, the sooner you are done, the sooner you can go home.” Ann said not looking up from her desk.

Susie mouthed sorry as she said, “I’ll go, see you tomorrow, Bex.” I nodded to her as she rapidly escaped the room.

Ann’s head had risen as Susie made her escape, Ann’s eyes following her out the door. Ann stood, going to the door and locking it, making sure that ALL the locks were secure. Turning, her eyes were on me, looking me up and down. “We have to talk more than we did this weekend,” Ann said with a sly smile on her face as she sat back down at her desk.

“Oh?” I said as I walked to Ann caressing her face. “I, for one, think that we talk far too much. I’m sure there are better things we can do with that time.” I removed my shirt, then slid my jeans off my legs. “Don’t you think so Ann? I have been going crazy missing you.” Reaching out I slid my hand in her shirt feeling her soft breasts as she started to shudder.

Ann’s lips were trembling as I saw the war that was raging in her eyes. I could also see that her horniness was starting to win out. Then of course there was the smell, her arousal mounting with each passing moment. Finally, she stood, almost ripping the clothes from her body. Clearing everything off her desk, I latched onto her lips, feeling her start to pant harder. Laying her on the desk, I felt mad with lust for her body, almost refusing to release her lips.

Kissing my way down her chest I took the time to explore each and every inch of her skin. Though I loved to listen to her moan I had to quickly kiss her deeply lest anyone hear her. Ann’s panting was coming quickly, almost as fast as my own. Circling each nipple with my tongue I had to admire her firm breasts and nipples.

Taking each in my mouth I licked and bit at them gently, making Ann moan even louder. “Stop teasing!” Ann hissed out. “I can feel a river between my legs all for you my love, all for you!” Smiling, I moved slower downward feeling, Ann start to squirm to get my mouth closer to her center.

“Turn so I can taste you also,” Ann whispered as I could feel her body start to shake with a powerful orgasm. Again, I kissed her deeply as her whole body went tense. Then I could feel Ann almost screaming out her pleasure into my mouth.

Turning, I presented my vagina to her watering mouth. I had just reached out to her sex when I felt her tongue penetrate me deeply. Gasping, I tried to hold on as her tongue was about to drive me to orgasm that quick! With her swirling, lapping, and thrusting motions I was also having a hard time loving her.

I relentlessly nipped gently at her sweet bundle of nerves, feeling the rush of air on my wet bare center. Ah, something to drive her just as crazy. I nipped on the clit between my lips then sucked hard and long as I let my tongue flick the top of her love button as my climax started to over power me. Sucking harder than ever, my mouth trembled with a deep moan which vibrated the delicious clit in my mouth. I felt the gush of juices smear my face as I felt a tender nip on my pussy lips. My lovely Ann had cum hard just as I blew a rush of air onto her wetness, making her shudder from head to toe and bit into her thigh, to keep my scream quiet.

Slowly, I pivoted around and kissed her sex, licking up the trailing juices, only to lap at the wetness that oozed out of her hole. Licking up to her clit, she jumped and grabbed my head, guiding me to her clit again. Insatiable as ever, I latched on to her pearl. Lapping at the tip, blowing a stream of cool air into her wetness, she shuddered and whimpered. I smiled and suckled her lips before nipping and tracing circles around her hardened clit. My hands roamed up her thighs and around to hold her sexy round bum to me. Not that I had to hold her to me, she was holding my head in a fierce grip tight to her hotness.

Ann moved her hips in time to my licks and nips. My hands rocked her hips up, flicking my tongue across the near sensitive bud. I could feel all her juices soaking my chin. I knew she must have cum at least twice more. Opening my lips, I bit and sucked even harder on her clit. My teeth scrapped the edges gently and I heard her gasp and then only one hand was holding me to her. Soon she was trying to push me away; I slid my hand up and felt the tremors in her belly. I slowly backed off and dipped down to clean the mess I had made.

I leaned up, kissing my way to her chest. I licked the hollow only to have her pull me up to meet her eyes. She smiled and asked, “Where did you learn to eat so good? God, I think that’s the best, most, and God knows the hardest anyone has ever made me orgasm.” I smiled and shrugged my shoulders.

“You’re the third woman I have been with, only the second that I have gone down on. I just did what I thought would feel good to you”. I was rewarded with a long, slow and hot sensual kiss.

We dressed and made ourselves look presentable as we headed for the door. Ann stopped and looked at me. She leaned into me, kissing my perky lips again, leading a trail of soft butterfly kisses up to my ear. Ann licked my neck and suckled my lobe then softly whispered, “I love you Rebecca Marie Blake; we will always make the most beautiful music together.”

With tears in my eyes, I nodded my head in understanding and kissed the most beautiful woman in the whole universe. Then I told her, “and I love you Annabelle Michelle Sanderson”

Hand and hand, the beautiful music loving couple walked out and went home, to Ann’s single-story town-home.

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Natalie has goined the dark side to take a strap deep inside!

Mila was right, Natalie was hooked. She was a pussy addict now… a lesbian whore, a cunt craving lezzie slut who needed to be between another girl’s legs.

Time lost all meaning for Natalie. All she knew was that she continued eating Mila’s pussy until her mouth and tongue were sore, Natalie having no idea just how many orgasms she gave Mila or how much girl cum covered her face and sliding down her throat, yet somehow not enough, Natalie’s new-found desires compelling her to keep fucking Mila until she felt a sharp tugging on her hair.

Looking up Natalie’s eyes met Mila’s, something in those other girl’s eyes compelling her to move upwards to she could fall into Mila’s arms for a long, drawn out kissing session, Natalie showing no apprehension whatsoever, even when Mila slid her tongue over her face so she could lick up her own creamy cum.

Eventually Mila broke the kiss, smiled wickedly and said, “Get on all fours.”

From Mila’s tone of voice it was clear this was not a request, it was a command, one which Natalie’s body obeyed before she had a chance to be nervous about it. However her nervousness came back stronger than ever as Mila got off the bed and strolled out of sight, Natalie’s eyes following her to a chest of drawers, Mila opening one of them and pulling something out. When Natalie saw what it was her eyes were wide and she was left practically catatonic with fear, apprehension and more than a little bit of lust.

Mila has welded a dildo in her right hand, far bigger than Natalie had ever seen before. It was a strap onand Mila quickly put her feet into the holes and firmly strapped it around her waist. Mila grinned mischievously before she strolled over and kneeled on the bed so she could press the tip of the fake dick against Natalie’s soft lips, “Suck my cock ballerina bitch!”

Again it wasn’t a request, and again Natalie acted without thinking, her mouth opening practically of its own accord and swallowing the head of the dildo. By the time she seemed to realized what she was doing Natalie was gently moving her head up and down the first couple of inches of fake cock, at which point stopping seemed silly so instead Natalie concentrated on softly sucking the dick while still bobbing her head.

“That’s it… Natalie such a ood cock sucker.” Mila said softly in encouragement, “Suck on that big cock. Make it nice and wet, because soon it’s going to be deep inside your tight little cunt.”

Natalie shuddered with fear and anticipation at Mila’s words, she again imagining the large dildo being inside her. It was hard to imagine even the head being able to fit… but that part of her body was designed to stretch, and if she could just get half of the dick inside her it would probably feel so fucking good.

With this in mind Natalie lowered her mouth down as far as she could, taking deep as the entrance of her throat and giving it an extra hard sucking before pulling back and sucking extra hard on just the tip. After that every time she lowered her head she went down to the point it was pressing against the back of her mouth, stopping along the way only to give an extra hard suck in between the regular sucks, making sure everything she could get her mouth on was well covered in spit.

“Good, good little cock sucker.” Mila beamed, “Now lower. Get that cock deeper in your mouth, you cock sucking bitch!”

“I can’t go any lower.” Natalie said breathlessly removing her mouth from the dildo.
“What, you’ve never deep throated before?” Mila asked, and then quickly gave an knowing look and said, “Of course you haven’t. Well, that’s something for later. For now just lick whatever you can’t take in your mouth. Make sure it’s all nice and wet because every inch of it is going in your hot ballerina cunt.”

Natalie didn’t hesitate to do what she was told, first giving the head and then the sides of the shaft a long drawn out lick before reaching out to grab the base and pushing the fake dick upwards so it was easier for her to lick the other side.

After sucking cock for several minutes Natalie was less fearful of that idea as she was extremely turned on by it, and although she still had her doubts whether she could actually take the big dildo Natalie was determined to take as much of it as she could.

So Natalie really tried her best to make every inch of the strap on as wet as possible, wrapping her mouth around first the base and then all over the lower half of the cock in a wet kiss in between continuing to slide her tongue all over the dildo. Although she didn’t do it as much Natalie didn’t stop sucking the first few inches, partly to make absolutely sure the head was nice and wet, partly because Mila really seemed to enjoy it.

As she had begun sliding her mouth and tongue over the bottom half of the cock Natalie looked up into Mila’s eyes which seem to be burning with lust for her. True, they had pretty much been doing that all night, but there was an additional twinkle in them, and this lustful smile on Mila’s face which compelled Natalie to try harder. This only seemed to make Mila happier, which in turn made Natalie feel proud of herself, the slightly older actress soon becoming lost in giving the best blow job of her life.

“That’s enough.” Mila eventually said, pulling the toy cock forcefully out of Natalie’s mouth, “Crawl over to the head of the bed so you can bury your pretty face in the pillows , I’m going to give you the best fuck of your life.”

Even though she slightly blushed Natalie did as she was told without question, her entire body tingling with anticipation as Mila knelt behind her and pressed the tip of the dildo against her entrance.

“It’s kind of a shame… I love hearing you scream for me when I ate your sweet little pussy…” Mila taunted as she slid her cock on up and down Natalie’s juicy pussy lips, Natalie shuddered with want and even need as her co-star teased her, “Luckily, I find a girl screaming into a pillow pretty fucking sexy…”

Natalie let out a guttural cry as she felt her pussy lips stretched like never before, the star of Black Swan feeling herself slowly opening up to accept the big cock, a louder cry escaping her mouth when the massive thing finally entered her.

“Seriously, you primo-donna get your fucking face down into those pillows.” Mila said in a commanding tone of voice, “If you don’t you might as well be screaming I’m Natalie Portman and I love getting fucked by Mila Kunis because I’m a filthy lezzie slut… actually feel free to scream that if you want, just try and do it into the pillows, or at least try and keep it down.”

Natalie whimpered softly, partly because of Mila’s words but mostly because of the additional inches which Mila was gently pushing into her cunt as she spoke. Natalie did as she was told, pressing her face down against the pillows while still remaining on all fours, admittedly grateful that she had something to muffle the sound of her cries, whimpers and moans as her tight cunt was stretched wider than ever before.

At first it was just a problem of girth, the shaft being so fat Natalie wondered whether Mila had secretly replaced it with her hand or something, but it wasn’t long before the fake cock went deeper than any real cock ever had, at that point Natalie’s cries, whimpers and moans became even louder as the pain and pleasure she was receiving increased dramatically.

Not for the first time Natalie wondered how she could possibly take the whole dildo. In fact she soon began wondering how she could even take another inch. However Mila was extremely careful with her, giving her long breaks in between adding each couple of inches, a hand sliding down to play with Natalie’s trembling clit to the point the pain almost completely faded before she would push into her again.

Eventually, to Natalie’s amazement, she felt Mila’s hips pressing against her ass cheeks, meaning every single inch of the enormous cock was inside her cunt, a fact Mila seemed very pleased with as even though she couldn’t see the other girl’s face Natalie swore she could sense her smirk.

She certainly felt it against her neck when Mila leaned down, pressing her body against Natalie’s and gently kissing her shoulders, neck and face. The whole time she was doing that Mila was sliding her hands all over Natalie’s body, at first coming close to her sensitive areas but never touching them. It wasn’t long before things changed, Mila’s hands caressing Natalie’s tits gently, then roughly, then harshly tweaking the Natalie’s nipples as the cock slid out then deep into Natalie’s pussy.

Natalie didn’t think there was anything Mila could do to her pussy when it was full of dildo. She was wrong. Wonderfully wrong.

A loud gasp escaped Natalie’s lips as she felt Mila’s fingertips brushed gently against her clit, a gentle brush turned into firm rubbing which had Natalie writhing with pleasure, any pain at being so full of cock became a distant memory and long since replaced by an increasingly desperate need to feel the dildo moving inside her.
For as long as she could Natalie bit her tongue, but ultimately she whimpered, “Please…”

“Please what?” Mila asked, sounding as if she had no idea what Natalie wanted, something Natalie found hard to believe as once again she was sure she could feel the smirk in Mila’s voice.

“Please fuck me.” Natalie gasped.

“Really… you want me to fuck you with my big hard cock?” Mila questioned. Natalie nodded her head, but that wasn’t good enough, “Tell me. Tell me, Hollywood good-girl, tell me you want me to fuck me you hard. Tell me you want to get fucked by another girl with a big fucking cock!”

“I want you to fuck me.” Natalie said without hesitation, and when that seemingly got nothing she added, “I want to get fucked by another girl, with that big hard cock, fuck my cunt hard with that big fucking cock!”

Mila seemed to be up instantly and grabbing a firm hold of Natalie’s hips, the star of Black Swan crying out joyfully as her co-star slowly pulled the large toy cock almost all the way out of her tight cunt and then pushed it back in just as slowly, Mila quickly establishing a steady rhythm which had Natalie moaning uncontrollably.

For a few moments Natalie felt an odd sensation as the strap-on cock began pumping in and out of her but it wasn’t really painful, faded quickly, and was barely noticeable thanks to the pleasure which was racing through her. The fact that an odd sensation was the closest thing to pain she experienced seemed impossible, but Mila had manipulated her body into a relaxed state of arousal that Natalie had never known before and then proceeded to skillfully fuck her like no man ever had, angling her thrusts so that the engorged cock head forcefully hit her G-spot with each quickening stroke.

It wasn’t long before this incredible fucking had Natalie moaning, whimpering and even screaming into the pillows, Burying her face deep into them while raising the lower half of her body in a wanton attempt to get that big dick even deeper into her needy cunt.

This pleased Mila a lot, “YES, that’s it, give me that hot little cunt. Give it to me Natalie. Let me fuck you. Let me fuck you with my strap on. Oh God… I can’t believe I’m finally doing this. I’ve wanted since the first day of shooting…”

“You wanna be my bitch Natalie? You wanna be my little lezzie bitch?” Mila taunted, “I can see why… you’re so tight. Either that fiancé of yours hasn’t been fucking you enough, or he isn’t equipped to give you the type of fucking you need.”

Natalie blushed, “He…”

“Don’t try and defend him and his tiny cock.” Mila snapped as she picked up the pace, the stronger thrusts easily enough to keep Natalie moaning incoherently, “God Natalie, have you ever even been fucked properly? I don’t think you have. Your pussy wouldn’t be this tight if you had. But you’re going too. I’m going to show you exactly what a proper fucking is.”

As she talked Mila continued to increase the speed and strength of her thrusts until Natalie was wailing hysterically, her cunt walls grabbing at each thrust of the enormous dildo. The pillows were doing little to muffle the sounds as pleasure consumed her mind, body and soul.

Natalie’s fiancé was nowhere near as inept as Mila had made him sound and Natalie had spent plenty of magical nights being slowly and gently made love too by him and her previous boyfriends… but none of the enjoyment she received from them could compare to the rough pussy pounding she was now receiving, Mila skillfully driving Natalie over the edge of orgasm.

In all fairness Mila had been bitch fucking her for some time, and before that Mila’s teasing had driven Natalie wild, and she probably hadn’t fully recovered from being introduced to the joys of pussy eating and getting her pussy eaten by a girl.
Natalie fisted the ends of the top pillow and waraped it around her head. It was happening her againl beginning with her thights which t5rembled and then shook as a heavenly rush of sensation quickly eminated from her stuffed cunt sending burning rushes of pleasure over her entire, Natalie experiencing multiple orgasms as her cunt exploded like a geyser, spewing cunt juice all over her ass, legs and tummy and all over Mila’s body and forming a large creamy pool on the bed below the two beautiful women.
“That’s it, cum for me. Cum for me your diva cunt lezbo bitch.” Mila said triumphantly. Or at least Natalie thought she said it… although by that point her body felt like it was melting away and her mind felt like it already had so she couldn’t be totally sure as another powerful squirt of cum was released around the cock her cunt was impaled on.
 

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I never in my whole life imagined that I was anything but heterosexua

A woman named Freddie

By anon y mouse

First of all, I should tell you a little about myself. I never in my whole life imagined that I was anything but heterosexual. I was raised in a small town, I was expected to marry, have babies…yadda yadda yadda.

Well, of course, I did all that…well mostly. I went to college, became a teacher, married my high school sweetheart, tried to have babies…to no avail. I wasn’t fertile so Mr. High school sweetheart left me after 6 years of marriage. In the eyes of my family it was pretty disgraceful that my husband left me and I didn’t have any children so I ended up moving to the city about a year after we divorced, quit my teaching job and got a job as a journalist (I was an English major in college).

So anyways, I met a bunch of great friends and went on a few dates, but nothing really came of it. One day I was at work and my friend Judy came up to me and said she wanted me to meet a friend of hers, Freddie. I agreed to go out for a drink with Freddie and so Judy set it up for us to meet at a small bar in uptown.

After work I went home and showered, pulling my curly red hair up in a French twist and putting on a hunter green short dress that set off the green of my eyes. I have to admit, I think I’m pretty attractive; curly red hair to my shoulder blades, big green eyes, about 5’5, 135 pounds, 36C.

Well I was thinking I looked pretty good for the night. So I went to the bar to meet Freddie and here’s what happened….

Pulling up to the bar, I parked my red dodge and shut off the engine. I took a deep breath and walked into the bar. I didn’t know what Freddie looked like cause Judy told me that Freddie had seen a picture of me and would know me. So I sat at the bar and ordered a beer to wait for Freddie.

About 5 minutes later, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned around. Standing in front of me was a woman about 5’9 or 5’10, brown hair cut like a man. She was wearing black pants with a fitted white button up shirt. She had a tie and as I looked at her feet saw her manly type shoes. She was really quite something I had never seen before.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Hi.” She smiled. “You’re Louise right?”

“Yes I am.” I returned her smile, although mine showed a bit of confusion. I had never seen this woman in my life.

“I’m Freddie.”

My jaw dropped. THIS was Freddie? Ummm…what was going on…had I misunderstood Judy in thinking this was a date when it was actually just meeting a new friend or something? No, I’m sure that Judy said that it was a date type of thing.

“Umm…I’m sorry…YOU’RE Freddie?”

“Well yes.”

“I…umm…I think there has been some misunderstanding. I was erm…thinking you were a guy.”

Freddie looked down at herself and shook her head. “Nope, I’m really quite female.”

“B-but…you’re name is Freddie…” I said stupidly.

“Yeah, short for Fredericka.”

I was speechless. “I’m sorry; did Judy tell you I was a guy?”

“Well…” I searched my memory…”No, she really didn’t. She just said her friend Freddie.”

“Ahhh…and you assumed right?”

“Well…yes…I mean…I’m not…well…” God, I’m a friggin journalist and I couldn’t think of a WORD to say. I’m a pathetic excuse for an English major, ex English teacher, journalist, let me tell you.

She laughed. “Well nothing has to happen, why don’t we just have a drink?” She offered.

“Well…okay…” What the hell else was I supposed to say?

Freddie sat beside me and ordered a Vodka tonic and they brought it with another beer for me. I played with the wrapper on my beer, trying to think of something to say.

“So what do you do?”

“I’m an editor.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, I really do. I get a chance to read books before anyone else.”

I nodded for the sake of doing something.

“So Judy tells me you like to read?”

“Oh yes, love to.” I answered.

We started talking about our favourite authors and books, which lead into movies and music, and foods and before I knew it, I’d had 6 beers and she’d had 4 vodka tonics. I’m a lightweight so I was pretty intoxicated by this time. I glanced at my watch and giggled.

“Holy smokes. It’s nearly 1 am.”

“So it is…” Her eyes were slightly glazed over as she looked at me.

“I’m sorry Louise, but I have to be blunt. You are an extremely attractive woman and I really enjoy your company. I’d really like to see you again.”

I don’t know if it was the drinks or what but I smiled and nodded.

“I really like you to Freddie and I’d love to see you again.”

She smiled.

“Okay ladies, bars about to close, time to get going.” The bartender said to us.

“Shit.” I said. “I can’t drive like this.”

“C’mon,” Freddie stood up. “I’ll call a taxi.” She whipped out her cell phone. “I took a taxi here so that I didn’t have to worry about this.” She called the taxi service, and had them come out.

“How am I going to get my car?” I whined.

“Well…” She pondered as we stumbled outside to wait for our taxi. “I have an extra room. Just stay at my house then I’ll drive you here in the morning to pick up your car.”

Again, maybe it was my drunkenness, but I nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah, that’ll work.”

When the taxi got there, Freddie gave her address and within 15 minutes we pulled up in front of a really nice apartment building. Freddie paid the driver and we got out, going up to the door. She pulled out her keys and we went in, taking the elevator up to the 9th floor. She opened her door to a
beautiful apartment done in a contemporary style. I flopped down on the couch.

“Do you want something to drink or eat?”

“I think I drank enough tonight.” I giggled.

She smiled and sat down beside me on the couch, turning her body so she was half facing me. We started to talk about life and soon I got to talking about my ruined marriage. Freddie was an exceptional listener and nodded and made all the proper sounds at all the proper times.

“UGH! The only reason I married Mark was because it was expected of me.” I shook my head, rubbing my hands over my face to clear out my thoughts. “He is SUCH an ass.”

Freddie put her hand over mine comfortingly. My eyes fell down to her hand covering mine, and then went up to meet hers. My lips parted and my eyes widened as I stared into her deep blue eyes.

“I…”

“Shhh…” She murmured. “Don’t.”

I didn’t.

She did though.

As in leaned forward and kissed me ever so softly. It was a brief kiss, but it sent tingles through my body. We stared at each other for a few moments and then I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. Our mouths opened and her hand came to the back of my neck as we kissed deeply. When we
pulled back, both of us were gasping. I had never been kissed with such passion and intensity…and I’d never been so damn affected by a simple kiss.

We stared at each other again for a few seconds then leaned into each other for another kiss, this one even more passionate and intense then the last. Her hand undid my French twist and my curls came falling down my shoulders. She wound them in her fingers, pressing on my head lightly. I brought my arms around her waist and we deepened the kiss.

Freddie was massaging my hair and I was massaging her back. She pressed me into the sofa and was on top of me without breaking the kiss. I felt her breasts pressed against mine and I pushed against her. I ran my hands up and down her back, moaning. When we finally broke the kiss, both our lips were swollen and tingling.

“I…wow…” I murmured.

Freddie smiled at me and kissed my nose. I gazed at her face then my eyes fell down to her top. The top two buttons had come unbuttoned and I could see the swell of her breasts. I wanted to see more
then the swell though so I brought my hands from around her and unbuttoned the other 5 buttons. Her eyes widened but she said nothing. I pushed the top over her shoulders then down her arms, sliding it off and tossing it on the floor.

She was wearing a white bra and was about my size, a 36C. I pushed on her shoulders for her to sit up and reached behind me to unzip my dress. She stopped me and forced me to stand up, going behind me and slowly pulling down my zipper, kissing my back as she unzipped me. Freddie reached
up and pulled the spaghetti straps down my shoulders and slid the dress down my body and legs until it was a puddle at my feet. I stepped to the side and turned around to face her. She was on her knees and staring up at me. I was wearing a black bra and matching panties, with no nylons.

“You are to incredibly beautiful Louise.” She muttered.

I blushed and ran my hand through my hair, avoiding her penetrating gaze. Freddie stood up and pressed her body against mine, kissing me. My hands fell to the waistband of her slacks and pulled them down her lo-long legs. We were both standing there in bra and panties before each other. She was also beautiful with hips and thighs, not a stick like so many girls these days. I thought it was very sexy that she was a healthy size.

We kissed, just briefly; she took my hands and lead me to her bedroom. We went to the bed and she pushed me down on my back. I gazed up at her and she unsnapped her bra and pulled her panties down, exposing the trimmed area between her legs. Lowering herself beside me, she ran her hand down my body, starting at my neck and going down to my thighs then going back up again. I moaned and pressed against her hands…wanting more.

She smiled softly and continued to run her hand up and down my body, not touching my breasts or between my legs. It didn’t matter though, it was like my tummy, shoulders, and thighs were connected to my breasts and my special area because her touch sent sparks throughout my body…specifically one area! I was gasping by the time she kneeled over me and reached behind me to unsnap my bra. She through it on the floor and pulled down my panties, revealing my shaved area.

She smiled tenderly and ran her hand up my belly to my breasts, circling them with her fingernails. I moaned and thrust my body to meet her hands. She leaned down and kissed me, opening my mouth with hers. My hands circled her back and pulled her on top of me. I so needed to feel her naked body pressed against mine. I felt like I would burst if I didn’t. Freddie’s lips pressed against mine, but soon moved over my cheeks and down my neck, sucking and nibbling gently around the sensitive skin. It was incredible…my body was on fire as I pressed my fingers against her head and moaned, pushed my body up and my neck against her exploring mouth.

Slowly, she brought her lips down from my neck to my swollen breasts, circling them with her tongue then coming to my nipples. It was almost too much. Freddie’s very touch sent me reeling. Her lips were driving me crazy with need.

After significant attention to both my breasts, she moved down, kissing and licking my belly and then down around my inner thighs, not touching anything else. I was writhing and moaning…I didn’t know how much more I could take of this! Moving her tongue up my inner thigh, Freddie licked my
outer lips lightly. I jumped and gasped, moaning even more. She pressed my thighs apart and moved her tongue up, separating the outer lips and nestling her tongue onto my clit.

That was the final straw; I had definitely gone completely insane. My hips jerked up as her tongue flicked expertly on my clit. A scream rose in my throat and I tried to bite it back, to no avail. It came pouring out and I pressed my back against the bed, bringing my hips up to her mouth. She cupped my butt and continued to lick my clit. I had never felt anything quite like this…it was like she knew everything that I needed to get me going…and then some!! She massaged my buttocks as her tongue continued to play its own song on my clit, going faster and faster, from side to side. My hands fell to her head and I tangled my fingers into her short brown hair, pressing her into me. My toes were tingling and I felt a tightness start and build up in my entire body.

“MY god…my god…ohhhhh…” I was gasping and moaning and writhing against
her.

Still she kept up the same pace, her hands holding me in place. The tightness that I felt suddenly exploded and fireworks shot through my entire body as another scream, louder than the previous one, poured out of my mouth. My hips jerked up against her mouth…I must have been at least 2
feet off the bed, and yet she kept going. My head fell back on the pillow and my entire body felt loose and not unlike a rag doll. I pulled myself away from her mouth…I couldn’t stand her to keep going, it was so much it almost hurt. Freddie pulled herself up beside me and kissed me softly. I
was still gasping from the intensity of my orgasm.

She smiled and let out a tiny chuckle.

“Are you alright sweetheart?”

I gazed at her. Did she honestly think I would be able to talk right now? HA! The girl must be completely out of her mind. She looked at me earnestly.

“Louise? Are you okay?”

I managed a nod and groaned falling completely into the softness of the bed. She gazed at me for a few minutes while I tried to collect myself. Finally, I was able to make my brain send the correct messages to my mouth.

“Ehh…I think you need to change your sheets.” I blushed.

What the hell kind of thing was that to say? Jesus…like I said before, I’m a pathetic excuse of an English major, ex English teacher and a journalist somtimes!

Freddie laughed again. “Oh darling, don’t worry about it.”

She kissed me softly on the lips, and then curled beside me, wrapping her arm around my waist. It had never felt this RIGHT, cuddling with someone after sex.

I was a little stuck though. I didn’t know if I was supposed to go down on her now. She seemed to be settling herself. Of course, I would be more than willing to try it…Before my thoughts could go much further she answered my unspoken question, like she could hear my thoughts.

“Louise, you mustn’t worry about it. I got plenty enough pleasure from doing that. Right now, I’m exhausted…there will be plenty of other times…and I don’t want you to feel obligated.”

I shook my head, “Oh no, I don’t feel obligated at all…I’d like to try it!” I blushed again.

“It’s alright love, tomorrow is a new day.” She grinned at me and snuggled against me, pulling the comforter over our naked bodies.

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This is the continuing saga of Melissa, a woman, a preacher’s wife, who by the power of a gypsy’s curse is redescovering her sexuality. It will be to your benefit to read the previous three chapters if you haven’t allready.

It had been a frustrating weekend, and the worst thing by far was church on Sunday and the subsequent meeting of the Committee of Moral Education.

Luckily she’d had the idea to wear a sanitary napkin before going. She’d had enough experience of her own horniness by now to know that her pussy would run wet with juices by the mere thought of sex, and this way she might be able to prevent a dark wet spot from forming on her skirts. She’d also worn two extra layers of underskirts and an extra set of panties, hoping she wouldn’t look fat in the outfit. But anything would be better than looking like she had peed herself.

Her thoughts had of course been drifting in all kinds of directions as she sat on the hard benches, watching the service, and she had discovered that by rubbing her thighs together and working the muscles in her abdomen, she would be able to receive pleasure without anyone noticing. She’d known however that having an orgasm would be out of the question. So the frustration had been killing her when the services were over, and her relief had been almost overwhelming as she’d locked herself in the toilet and rubbed herself to mind blowing, but silent ecstasy behind the closed doors.

The sanitary napkin had been soaked and she’d had to change it before washing her hands thoroughly and step out to meet the world again. Then she’d begun to dread the following two hours. Meetings in the Committee of Moral Education could really drag on sometimes, but she had to try to make this one a short one.

“How did your confrontation with the gypsy woman go the other day,” Francine Woodworth had asked after they were done with the scheduled agenda. Francine was a small, dark haired woman, married to one of the most successful businessmen in the little town. Moving here from France just three years ago, her English was almost perfect, just a slight accent that was more charming than annoying.

“I’m afraid it didn’t go very well. She didn’t seem to understand what the problem was,” Melissa had answered, feeling herself blush a little.

“Would you maybe if I tried?” the tender woman had asked.

And so it had been decided and the meeting could finally be closed. On her way back to the house, Melissa had to stop two times to finger herself. Once in a gas station bathroom and once in McDonald’s. By the time she arrived home, her husband had already started packing for his trip.

The thought of him leaving and being away for almost a whole week had her all worked up again. But she knew she had to keep her lusts at bay, to take deep breaths and try to act as normal as she possibly could. She had even managed to act as if she didn’t look forward to being alone for so long even though her heart (and pussy) had been jumping with joy.

So you could probably imagine her relief as she closed the door behind her husband on Monday morning, and she actually slid down to the floor, her back to the door and tugging on the belt of her morning robe as she descended towards the door mat. Her fingers were already inside her ass and pussy before she reached the rough fabric of the mat and the dirt from multiple shoes that had been cleaned since she last cleaned it, clinged to the sticky juices on her ass and thighs as she rubbed herself. But she didn’t care – she just had to quench the lust long enough to make it up to the bedroom and to her magazines again.

She was squirming on the floor, four wet fingers buried in her snatch, three in her ass, and a wet trail going from the front door, across the hallway and into the kitchen, when the door bell rang. She’d been on the verge of screaming out in ecstasy, but now she froze, looking towards the door with fear in her eyes.

It felt like an eternity, but it was probably just a few seconds before she scrambled to her feet again, grabbed a kitchen towel, closed her morning robe, tying the belt on and tried her best to wipe away the shining trail of juices from the floor. Throwing the towel on top of the shelf in the hallway, she took two deep breaths, gained her composure and opened the door.

She had to look twice to make sure, but the woman standing on her door step could be none other than Francine. Melissa had never seen her like this. The petite woman was pale, sweating and with her hair in a mess, her face painted in a futile attempt to put on make up to hide the state she was in. She was trembling and looked scared out of her mind.

“Help me!” she whispered.

Grabbing her arm and pulling her inside, Melissa closed and locked the door behind them. Then she just stood there, holding and comforting the trembling, crying woman for a few minutes before asking her to take a deep breath and come with her into the living room. Melissa was still horny and her body was screaming for release, and she actually had a notion that Francine was rolling her hips against hers, but she pushed the thoughts away and forced herself to focus. This woman obviously needed her right now, and no matter how much she lusted for sex, she wouldn’t let that feeling take control of her.

“What has happened to you? You look awful,”

“I don’t know what is happening to me. Please, help me!” the woman sobbed.

“Now sit back and relax, take another deep breath and tell me all about it.”

So Francine did what she was told. And as she told her story, Melissa recognized almost every aspect of her tale. It had all begun after the French woman’s visit to Mrs Vineto, the Gypsy, to talk to her about her daughter Rebecca and the young girl’s oral adventures with Stanley Robertson, and how totally unacceptable such behavior was. Mrs Vineto had seemed just as uninterested as when Melissa had talked with her, and at the end of the frustrating and increasingly rude conversation, the Gypsy had placed her hand on top of Francine’s.

“You secretly are a horny bitch with a craving for all things sexual,” Melissa and Francine said in unison.

Francine’s mouth fell open and she stared at her friend in disbelief. And even though she did not resist, her disbelief was even bigger when Melissa leaned forward and whispered in her ear:

“I know just how you feel,”

before pressing her soft lips against the bottom of her neck. Francine felt a surge go through her body as the older woman ran her fingernails along the side of her chin, down across her neck and between her breasts where her fingers started to unbutton the blouse. The two women’s mouths met in a deep kiss, tongues twirling, exploring, tasting as the younger of the two let herself lose control of her inhibitions. Wrapping her hands around the back of Melissa’s neck she pushed the robe further down. Only pausing for a second from unbuttoning Francine’s blouse, Melissa brought her hand to her waist to undo the knot in her belt. Her breasts fell free and Francine was there immediately to cup them, feeling the hardening nipples against the palms of her hands. She ghasped as Melissa finally managed to wrap away the fabric of her blouse and her bra and leaned in to close her lips around one nipple. From then on things sped up.

The last two buttons on the blouse flew across the room, bouncing on the floor before the white bundle of fabric followed. The zipper on the skirt tore in the hurry of getting it off, and the bra was barely unclasped before it was thrown off, being caught on the lamp above the two half naked women wrapped around each other on the sofa.

“Oh my God, this is a sin,” Francine managed to whisper into Melissa’s ear before the two women wrestled out of the rest of their clothing, at the same time trying to get as much of their skin as possible to touch the other. Four hands went exploring, finding breasts, the softness of ass cheeks, the wetness of crotches, and their eyes met briefly before the petite french woman threw her head back and moaned loudly as two fingers found their way inside her. As she fell backwards, Melissa searched out the source of the intoxicating aroma that was beckoning her, and kissing her way down the soft, burning skin of the other woman, she was finally able to taste that sweet nectar surrounding her fingers.

Even though she had never eaten out another woman before, she instinctively knew what to do with her lips and tongue. Imagining how she herself would have wanted to be licked, she closed her mouth around the protruding clit and sucked on it while rolling her tongue back and forth against it. Her fingers were moving inside the pussy, pushing up and rubbing that delicate, wonderful spot, while her other hand was pushing down from the outside. Moving her tongue up and down, back and fort, tasting both the inner and outer lips and then flicking the clit again, she had to fight hard to keep the woman from not squirming and moving so much that she couldn’t hit the spots she was intending.

The squeezing around her fingers intensified as she moved them in and out, and as she carefully pushed her ring finger against the flower of the woman’s anus, a load moan, progressing into a scream filled the room as an orgasm surged through Francine’s body, making all her muscles go rigid, almost cramping as juices gushed from her pussy. Then, almost like a switch was turned, she collapsed in a heaving bundle on the floor.

It took a minute for her to recuperate, and Melissa enjoyed the time passing by lapping up as much of the juices she could, making Francine twitch every time she came too close to her clit. Finally Francine took Melissa’s head between the palms of her hand and pulled her up for a kiss. They kissed deeply before Francine pulled her away to first inspect the wet face of her lover, a face dripping and glistening with her juices. Then she looked deep into her eyes with something resembling both love and lust.

“Thank you,” she smiled and the two women kissed again.

“Don’t thank me like that,” Melissa smiled as she pulled herself up an straddled the other woman’s face, pushing her own pussy down towards her mouth. “Thank me like this.”

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Tiffany Discovers Monica

I want to start out by saying that ALL of my stories are written for my best friend Monica. They all were specifically written for her and I’m now sharing them as she believes they’re worthy of being posted.

It’s 10AM and my alarm is singing its awful wake up call. Luckily it’s Friday and I don’t have any class today, but I figured that I would be productive today since the semester is drawing near an end and time is running short. I roll out of bed like usual, grab some shorts and a t-shirt to throw on so I can make my way to the bathroom; after all, my roommate is up and about by now and I don’t need her to catch me walking around in my birthday suit. Once I make it back to my room, I sort through all the things that must be done by Monday and figure out what would be the most efficient way of doing it, without putting it off till the last minute like I always do.

After figuring things out and making myself a game plan for my assignments, I notice the bright rays of sunlight streaming in through the window. I walk to the window and immediately feel the heat coming through the glass. I think to myself, “Hm, maybe I should go outside and enjoy the warm weather. It has been cold here lately, so warm weather would be nice for a change.”

Within minutes I had made up my mind that I would go to a nice quiet park and just relax in the warm spring weather and enjoy the fresh aromas of the spring flowers. I slip out of my t-shirt and ball shorts, walk over to my drawer and pull out a pair of small green soffes and a light pink cami. Once I was dress, I grabbed something to drink, my laptop and book, tossed them into my backpack and drove over to this small quiet park.

I pulled up, noticing that there were only two other people there, I figured I’d be okay to do my homework in peace. So I grabbed my blanket out of the trunk, and my backpack from the backseat and walked a little way until I found this tree with some shade, since I might as well be allergic to the sun and turn into a lobster every time I step foot into it for the first, second or third time each year. I lay my blanket out, place my backpack on the blanket, get out my school work and drink, and start working.

Eventually, the warm air gets to me and I start to doze off into this light sleep. I’m not real worried about anything happening to my stuff because there is no one else really around. So I’m completely out of it for what seemed like minutes, when I hear the dead twigs and acorns on the ground crunching. I wake up abruptly and look around. That’s when I see this attractive blonde coming up from behind me in a pair of black spandex shorts and a white cami. As she ran passed me, I notice she was a little over five feet tall, 130-140 pounds, somewhere in there, not that it really mattered, good size breasts that bounced with her as she ran, pretty blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, nice toned arms and calved, thick thighs, and this big, plump butt that jiggled like jello as she ran. I wanted to scream out at her, but I saw she had an iPod attached to her arm and she wouldn’t hear me even if I tried.

I was mesmerized by how amazing this girl looked. Most of the time when you see people running, they are all red and sweating and well, not something that looks very attractive, in my opinion, but everything seemed to be working for her. So I leaned back against the tree and watched her run the trail through the park. With each step she took I watched her one cheek, then the other bounce around in her spandex. Her shorts were trying to tame her ass, but the spandex was no match for the plumpness of each cheek. I sat and watched, until she had rounded the trail and was no longer in my sight.

I completely forgot about my homework, and at that point was wondering if I’d ever see this girl again. Usually girls don’t do much for me, as far as attraction goes, but something was different with this stranger. Something inside felt different and it was hard to explain. I figured if I stayed in the same spot, she’d eventually have to run back by, since the end of the trail ends at this little creek. I wasn’t sure she would come back, but I kept my head up and was patient.
After about five minutes, I started getting a little wet; no I wasn’t sweating, although it was decently warm outside. No, actually I was thinking about the attractive blonde, I was thinking about what it would be like to kiss her, to get two big hands full of her ass, to make her cum. I was lost in my own thoughts for what seemed like an hour, when I heard the crunching again. I snapped out of my daydream and saw her turning the corner and heading back towards me. I could tell very quickly that her breasts weren’t very secure and that she wasn’t wearing a bra by the way they bounced under her cami. It was like watching her ass jiggle in her shorts, except this was a frontal view with breasts instead.

Then all of a sudden, I see her stumble to the ground. I jump up quickly and rush over to offer any help. She’s lying on the ground holding her knee. I instantly ask, “Are you ok?” She looks up at me, almost in tears, “Not really, my knee locked up on me.” I stood next to her for a few minutes and let her regain her composure and then helped her to her feet. She stood with almost all of her weight on one leg and I helped her limp over to my blanket, I didn’t want to sound rude but I asked if she’d dust herself off before laying sitting down. She asked “can you help, I can’t really twist to see where all the dirt is right now,” I told her sure and helped dust her backside off. That’s when my hand slide over her ass, she didn’t pay much attention cause I was just dusting her off, but when my hand slide over her ass, it was like this instant sensation of ‘I really want to touch it again,’ but I knew I couldn’t and sat down. She sat down next to me. Then I introduced myself.

“My name is Tiffany, what’s yours?”

She replied, “My name is Monica.”

I thought to myself, finally, I have a name to go with those daydreams from earlier; then, quickly shifted my attention back to her. She seemed decently tired, hell I know I would be after a long run, so I offered her a bottle of water and she gratefully accepted. We made small talk for the next little bit while she cooled down.

I noticed up close that Monica has these amazing eyes and beautiful smile, something I hadn’t noticed when she ran pass me. Finally, Monica said “Well, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but I think I should try and head to my car now.” My brain went crazy. I was determined that I was going to at least try to get one of my daydreams from earlier come true.

“Monica wait,” I said frantically, “I don’t want you to think I’m creepy or weird, but I think you are very beautiful… after I saw you run by me the first time earlier, I just wanted to talk to you. As soon as you passed me and I saw your butt jiggling in your shorts, all I wanted to do was touch it. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get your attention, but then you fell and things just seemed to fall in place.” knowing that I’m rambling, but unsure what else to do at this point to get her to stay. Then leaning over, pressing my lips to hers, softly kissing her and pulling away, “I’m sorry.”

Monica looked at me; almost shocked, she thought about it for a second, leaned back in and kissed me in return. Monica said “It’s been a while since I’ve been with a girl. It’s also been a while since one has gone out of her way to help me, and then kiss me to try and get me to stay.”

I looked down, unsure what to do at this point. What Monica had said made sense, but in the end it didn’t tell me whether she was actually going to stay or not, I’m not usually like this, especially with someone I don’t know, but there was just something about her. I looked back up into her passionate blue-ish green eyes. Before I could stop myself I leaned back over and kissed her again. This time she didn’t resist or hesitate, and she kissed me back. After a few moments of the very soft kiss, I pulled away to see what she would say, after all, she had known me for less than 30 minutes.

I could tell quickly that somewhere deep inside, this beautiful young woman, wanted to be given affection. Monica’s eyes spoke what the lips wouldn’t say. So I scooted closer to her, I slid my fingers lightly over her left cheek, leaned up and pressed my lips to hers, with this kiss, both of our nerves had settled a little. I parted my lips slightly and she did the same. She and I had the same thing in mind, as our tongue met each other. We began massaging out tongues against each other. As the kiss started getting more passionate, I moved my hand off her cheek and through her hair. I placed my free hand on her hip and began softly squeezing her hip.

After a few minutes of kissing, I moved to where my body was pressing firmly against hers. I leaned up a little and slide my hand off of her hip and onto her lower back, then without ever breaking the kiss; we’re lying down on the blanket. Monica’s sexy body is lying flat on the blanket and I’m leaning over her. My breasts are pressing up firmly against hers; there is this electrical urge that is running through my body, during the kiss, I lightly flick my tongue over her lower lip, followed by lightly dragging my teeth over her lower lip. With that action, I hear her let out a soft, low moan.

By now, I am more comfortable with the situation and she’s into it as well. I bring my left hand up and set it on her firm tummy. I slide my hand under the bottom of her cami, slowly moving my hand along her firm and toned tummy, letting my fingertips guide the way. Once I got the built in bra, I moved my fingertips over the bra and cupped her breast. I let my fingertip trace over her soft nipple, breaking away from the kiss as I heard another moan leave her body. I looked down and noticed that her soft nipple was becoming hard. I continued to softly rub my finger over and around her nipple, feeling it harden through the thin elastic material.

Instantly I feel myself becoming aroused, much like her nipple. I continue to tweak her nipple through the fabric, listening to her soft moans, lets me know that what I’m doing is working. I bring my fingers to a stop, laying them on her breast for a moment, gently squeezing, giving myself a good feel of her plump breast. I notice that when my hand is around her breast, that her breast is a little bigger than my own. Loving the feeling of her breast cupped in my hand, I give it a few more squeezes. Then I slowly slide my hand back down her tummy.

I break the kiss and slowly start down her neck, planting soft kisses, passionate kisses using my tongue to massage against her neck, and lightly nipping, alternating between the three to keep her guessing. As soon as I hear the moan increase in volume, I make my move and slowly slide my hand down onto her crotch. Instantly, she inhales deeply and her breathing quickens. I begin to kiss up her neck and right behind her ear, as I enjoy all the moans coming from her, I whisper “Monica, you have an amazing body, I would love to explore your body. Would you object?”

Monica opened her eyes for a brief second, seeing the ecstasy in her eyes I began rubbing my fingers along her lips through her spandex shorts. Almost immediately, I felt some moisture against the fabric. I shifted my weight and begin inching my way down her body. I let my lips guide me down her neck, over her chest and to her right breast, pressing my lips to her right nipple through the fabric, nipping at it, enclosing my teeth around her erect nipple, lightly pinching and pulling it, using my free hand to reach up, pull the cami strap down off of her shoulder, and reveal her yummy breast to me.

Once I see her naked breast, I lean back over; using my tongue to trace a circle around her areola, listening to her moans, to encourage what she likes or wants more of. After getting the nipple as stiff as it will, I flick my tongue rapidly over the nipple, then press my lips around it and begin to suckle on it. As I begin suckling on her stiff nipple, I continue to let my fingers lightly rub between her lips. When I feel the moisture increasing against the crotch of her spandex shorts, I begin to rub my fingers a little faster up and down her lips. Then leaning over, unveiling her left breast and giving it the same treatment, after suckling on it and getting it nice and erect, lifting up, blowing a cold stream of air against it. These few actions cause Monica’s breathing to pick up again, moaning between breaths.

I slide my finger over the wettest part of her spandex, trying to gather a little moisture on my finger, bringing it up to her lips and pressing it against her lips, pressing my lips to hers and gathering the small sample. I get up on my knees, looking around to see if anyone else has entered the park. Not seeing anyone, I take hold of the bottom of her cami and pull it up over her head. Staring down at her exposed upper body, feeling my stomach starting to tingle, I think what her second article of clothing is hiding, but wait for the right timing. I swing my leg over her lower body, pressing my crotch down on top of hers, slowly grinding back and forth, letting our covered crotches lightly grind against each other. Sliding my hands up her exposed stomach and onto her breasts, cupping each one and squeezing and kneading both… she lies there and slightly opens her eyes, then closes them and leans her head back, “Mmmmm, yea… don’t stop Tiffy.”

I lean over, give each nipple a soft kiss and then make my way down her body. I use my hands to spread her legs, moving between them and tracing my fingers down the crease of each leg. I bend over, press my lips to hers and force my tongue to push the fabric between her lips again, sliding my tongue the length of her lips. Her moans grow louder as I know she wants more. I rise up for a moment, hook my fingers under the top of her shorts and pull them down. I continue to look down at her body, amazed at how stunning she looks completely naked and vulnerable.

I slide my fingers down over her baby soft mound; brushing them over her soft lips, tracing a single fingertip over her opening, and sliding it in to gather some moisture. I bring my wet finger up to my lips, sucking my finger clean, and desiring more. I lean over and press my lips to hers once more, this lip, letting my tongue trace over her exposed clit, loving the sounds and moisture that was coming from her body. I let my tongue work on her clit, as I slide two fingers over her opening again and slowly pushed them inside, curling them up to rub over her g-spot. The moans were much louder than before, I began pumping my fingers in and out of her wet pussy, flicking my tongue over her clit and sucking on it hard, causing it to swell up. I was getting extremely turned on by every increasingly louder moan, causing my own moan to escape from my lips. This created a small vibration against her clit and right about then, as my fingers were working as fast as they can against her g-spot, I felt her muscles tightening up and felt a warm explosion of cum cover my fingers.

As she came, her body was jerking and twitching, but I continued softly and gently until her body calmed down. That’s when she opened her eyes, satisfied; but I wasn’t finished with her yet. I moved down and flicked my tongue over her opening, gathering some cum, moving up her body and sharing it with her.

“Monica, roll over please.”

She looked up at me, wondering why I wanted her to roll onto her stomach. I said “Please, I want to touch your ass. When my hand brushed over it earlier when I helped you dust off… I had this electrical charge rush though my body and… and please just roll over.”

As she rolled over, I got the first real look at this big plump booty. I sighed very contently, reached down and place both hands on these juicy cheeks. “God this is amazing,” I said out loud, almost moaning my statement. I begin kneading and squeezing and massaging these big plump cheeks. I can feel my crotch getting excited and start leaking a little. I continue to grope each big cheek, then sliding one hand down between her cheeks, tracing my fingertip over her butthole. Uncertain whether or not she would like her ass being teased or penetrated, but I try anyway.

I trace my fingertip around her asshole, applying pressure and I hear a deep groan come from her. She lifts her hips off the blanket slightly, pushing them up towards me. I comply to her request… sliding my finger down, dipping it into her pussy and getting it wet, then pressing it back against her butthole and slowly pushing it in, slowly working it in and out, then adding another finger, pushing the two fingers close together, twisting them in and out. I start working them a little faster, spanking her right cheek twice, the second time a little harder than the first time, then the left cheek the same way. I lean over and kiss the small of her back and work my way down onto her now pink right cheek, kissing it and using my tongue to draw shapes out. I leave my hand on her left cheek and begin digging my fingers against the meaty flesh, kneading it. Looking as this plump gorgeous ass, letting my own moans escape from my lips as I hear hers.

I try to stay focused on what I’m doing, but I get a little sidetracked and wonder what it would be like if I had a strap-on and what I could do to her out in this open park, knowing that we could both get caught but that made it all the more fun. With each inward thrust of my fingers, I pretended it was a rubber cock pushing inside her and before I knew it I was lost in the moment with her, without even having to touch myself I let out a low moan and my orgasm overtook my thought and snapped me back into reality.

I spanked each cheek once more, and then drug my nails down her thigh and back up under her and rested against her lips. I loved every inch of that plump backside. Whenever I heard her breathing picking up again, I pushed my fingers into her pussy. I alternated my thrusts; as my fingers in her ass pushed in, the ones in her pussy came out, and vice versa. That way she couldn’t find a rhythm to match. With my fingers in her pussy once again, rubbing them over her g-spot helping stimulate the sensation, then without warning, I felt her both jerk and another orgasm burst from her soaking pussy.

I slowly pulled my fingers from her pussy and ass, softly kissed each cheek and then crawled up her body. I lapped all the cum off of my fingers and gathered it in a pool on my tongue, leaned in close and kissed her passionately, sharing her flavor with her. I lay back down on my side next to her. “Monica, you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to… if you want to go, I understand.” Without hesitation, she rolled over to face me, moving to where she was laying half on top of me. Her head on my shoulder and stomach and crotch, firmly against my side and hip, she slide her hand under my cami and cupped my breast through the thin elastic bra. She looked up at me and said “I haven’t felt like this in a long time, I’m not in any hurry to leave yet.” I slide my hand down her side and cupped her plump butt and pulled her closer against me, and moved my other hand down her back, leaving it in the small of her back.

We lay there for several hours in the warm spring air. We were aware that we could be caught, but at that point we didn’t care. We spent the rest of the day enjoying not only the weather, but also taking turns pleasuring each other.

I went to the park today to enjoy the weather and do some homework. I did that, and so much more!

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I apologise if my tenses are sometime incorrect, like everyone I have fantansies and like to get them out of my system and share them.

I’d been riding horses all my life, I currently have 4 horses and employ a girl called Claire as my groom. She looks after the horses and tacks them up ready for me to ride, I have a very easy but somewhat spoiled life, some would say I was a spoilt brat.

Today I decided to do some roadwork with this particular horse and to follow a bridle path to enable me to do some canter work to keep him fit. I can’t deny that the delicious feeling of my clit against the saddle turns me on and often dismount my horse feeling wet and slippery in my panties and breeches.

Claire has the horse ready and off I go. It’s a warm sunny day and I have on a sleeveless tee-shirt and skimpy bra, I normally wear a sports bra but it is so warm I do not want the restriction and am enjoying the feeling in my nipples as they bounce and graze against the fabric. I am also quite wet in my cunt as the vigorous movement of the horse cantering has rubbed my clit to overdrive. I have just pulled my horse up from his final canter and happen across two walkers who appear lost and ask for my assistance as it is quite a remote bridle path. They ask me to look at their map but as the horse would be startled if I tried to look at it whilst sat on the horse I dismount to help them. As I stand between the men to point out their route, one of them grabs my arms behind me and ties them together with a cable tie, I shout out in protest but no-one can possibly hear me I’m miles from anywhere out in the countryside.

We are at the edge of a field that has recently had its straw baled and dotted here and there are large straw bales about the height of a table. One of the men holds me and the other pulls my t-shirt over my head and leaves the shirt bunched up behind my neck and shoulders exposing my bra, he then produces a knife and cuts my bra from me leaving me naked on my top half, I try and fight but with my hands tied I feel rather helpless. He then pulls down my zipper on my breeches and using the knife he cuts the seam down between my legs and back up between my buttocks leaving just the waistband in tact. Due to the elasticity and tightness of the fabric of my riding breeches my panties and buttocks are instantly revealed as the fabric springs apart. Again he takes his knife and cuts my panty straps and tries to pull them away but because my crotch was so wet the fabric is stuck between the clefts of my cunt and he tucks his fingers in between my pussy lips to pull the fabric away. He comments to his friend that I am soaking wet and sniffs and licks my panties which are sopping wet he then licks his glistening fingers and grunts in satisfaction at my musky flavour.

His friend continues to hold me from behind whilst the other one crouches down to take a closer look at my naked cunt commenting to his friend that it is hairless. He grunts at me to open my legs more, I am rigid with fear and also with some curiosity, his friend twists my arms upwards causing me pain so I immediately shift my feet further apart. His big hands go between my legs and roughly open my pussy lips and his large coarse fingers grope at my wetness. He shoves one of his fingers up into my cunt and pumps it in and out, although I should be terrified, my pussy is still wet from bumping and grinding on the saddle and makes a slurping noise. I must confess I am enjoying the sensation but don’t let on. His friend holds onto my hands behind my back with one hand and roughly gropes and tweaks my nipples with his other, his breath is foul, and my nipples are so sensitive from already being rubbed against my bra from riding and this just immediately makes them hard but he is rough and I whine in pain.

They decide they cannot do what they want to me where we are standing and drag me over to a straw bale and push me back onto it, the stalks of the straw are prickly against my buttocks and back. My legs dangle over the end and my head hangs over the other end. One of the men pulls my legs apart and brings his face down to my cunt and starts to lick my pussy like some starved animal, he grunts and slurps into my wet snatch. He has a slight growth of beard and he rubs his rough bristles against my soft skin as he hungrily rubs his mouth and lower face into my wet crotch. He starts to lick my clit vigorously, paying huge attention to my button which starts to turn me on and make me even wetter, he is like a deranged man wanting my juices and I cannot help but be turned on by his hunger. He inserts one of his large fat fingers into my sloppy wet opening and crooks his finger in a hook like shape which starts to massage my g-spot, by now my whines of wanting him to stop turn to moans of encouragement; I cannot help but want to cum even though I know it is wrong!

In the meantime his friend has sat astride my shoulders and unzipped his fly. His cock is already hard and he grabs my hair and pulls my head up towards his manhood and tries to jam it into my mouth. I clamp my mouth firmly closed, I don’t suck cock for anyone! He forces his dirty, smelly fingers in my mouth and forces it open and forcefully rams his cock in. I want to bite it but he has his hand on my throat and threatens to tighten his grip unless I suck his cock deep. As he yanks my head back and forth I am left with no choice but to suck his cock, it’s that or he chokes me. I am not sure what is making me gag, his hand on my throat or his big fat cock buried in my mouth. I have no choice but to suck his cock, my saliva is dribbling down my chin and he fucks my mouth hard.

In the meantime I am building to orgasm down below; his savage chewing on my clit button coupled with the fat rough finger in my cunt is building me to boiling point. I suddenly feel my leg muscles tighten and my orgasm rushes through me but he continues as urgently as ever to chew and pump me, I want to push him away so that I can enjoy the orgasm surging through my body, I want him to stroke me gently but he continues to lick and finger fuck me aggressively. As my orgasm subsides I am desperate for him to stop but am unable to speak due to the cock in my mouth, this causes my body to immediately build to another orgasm and I flood his face with my juices, he again continues to pump and my third orgasm causes me to squirt fluid all over his face, he drinks, slurps and laps out my clit and cunt, he finally stops leaving me sore but satiated. My cunt feels red raw and on fire.

I feel the cock in my mouth stretch bigger as he builds to orgasm and pumps a huge wad of sticky, ropey cum into the back of my throat, if I don’t swallow it down I will choke. I am exhausted and lay on the straw bale panting, my mouth tasting of salty cum and my pussy sore from being chewed, finger fucked and scraped by my bristly bearded assailant.

Before I have time to recover the man fucking me with his fingers decides he wants to fuck me with his cock, unzips his fly and pulls out his huge fat cock. Without even hesitating he rams his cock past my open legs and into my cunt fully deep, I protest loudly as my cunt lips are stretched and his cock is rammed in to the hilt. He plunges his hips back and forth as hard as he can, ploughing his cock in and out of my cunt roughly, I can hear his cock and balls slapping against my wet cunt; he demands that I cum for him but I say I just can’t do it on demand and shake my head. He starts to rub my clit with his thumb; he’s obviously experienced in pleasing a woman as instantly the tingling feeling between my legs starts to build, he is rough on my already bruised clit but I have no choice as I need to cum for him. As I start to orgasm for the fourth time in such a short while his cock thickens to even more substantial proportion stretching my cunt walls which are already sore from his rough fingering and he grunts as his orgasm is roughly pumped into me. My cunt muscles grip and stroke his cock and coat it in my juices. I am exhausted, I suddenly feel dizzy and black out.

I come round to find myself on my front with the guy who I cock sucked fucking me from behind, he is fucking my so hard my tits are grazing against the coarse straw. He is as savage as his friend and roughly pulls my bum cheeks apart to gain deeper access. My cunt is sloppy from his mate’s fucking and he just doesn’t seem to care, he fucks me hard, I am so sore how much more can I take I wonder? His friend grabs my knees and pulls me open wider and his accomplice fucks me even harder, I am so sore and his cock slams into me causing me to grunt as he rams in and out of me. Suddenly I feel hands near my anus, I am rigid with shock, he tries to insert a finger in my arsehole but it is clenched too tight, he waits for my sphincter to relax and eases his finger in. The pain initially is excruciating but once that subsides, the pressure he is applying through my arse to my cunt walls is unbelievable and I start to feel yet another orgasm building, I am being fingered in the arse and fucked like the world is about to end and I am loving it! His cock swells and pumps into me and once again full of ropes and ropes of this stranger’s cum and my orgasm sends my body into juddering fits as I cream all over his cock and squirt him with my fluids. I am so exhausted I pass out again, my body is so sore how much more can they do to me?

When I come to my hands have been unfastened and the men are nowhere to be seen and my beloved horse is grazing close by. I scrabble off the bale of straw and find my bra and panties but then realise they are useless to me as the straps have been cut. I pull my top over my head and make my top half decent and walk over to my horse and lead him back over to the straw bale. I scrabble up on onto the straw bale and climb back into the saddle, it is not until I sit down on it that I realise that my pussy and buttocks are naked against the leather. Although initially the coolness of the leather against my hot angry flesh is soothing, I soon realise that I have to ride home like this and it is a good hour’s ride away!

By the time I get home, I am in agony, I am red raw and desperate to get off! Fortunately it is late evening and I manage to hack home without passing any cars or people. Claire comes out to meet me, she has been so worried where I’d been but can instantly see my nakedness, she ushers me and my horse into the barn and closes the doors. She helps me dismount from my horse as I am so exhausted, as I slide out of the saddle and down to the floor, I feel one of her cool hands on my buttocks as she helps me down it feels delicious against my inflamed skin.

She passes me a towel to cover myself and leaves my standing in the yard whilst she puts the horse away. Then she leads me into the wash bay telling me I need to clean up, she helps me remove my boots, socks and breeches and motions me to sit in a plastic patio chair in the middle of the room, I watch her closely as her eyes are riveted to my pussy, I cannot understand why she does not seem really concerned with what has happened to me!

She disappears off and fetches a clean sponge and starts to hose cold water onto my pussy, I am sure if it were possible my cunt would be steaming as it is so hot and red raw, the coldness is so soothing and she gently tries to sponge the area clean. The sponge is painful against my skin almost abrasive so I ask her if she would mind using her bare hands as it hurts too much. She obliges without hesitation which I find odd but somewhat erotic as she seems to be enjoying what she is doing and she proceeds to gently wash me. She smoothes the water over my slit gently stroking my skin with her wet hands and asks me to sit more forward and open my legs further so she can clean me. Her fingers lightly caress my pussy and gently prize open my lips allowing the water to wash over my clit and cunt opening, the cool water and her hands are heaven to me. She strokes her fingers up and down from clit to my arsehole and although I am sore her attention is starting to turn me on and my breathing increases as I watch her fingers and the water massaging me. She looks me directly in the eyes and asks me if I mind what she is doing, I immediately reply that I don’t and that is feels very nice,

She continues to softly stroke me and soon realises that it isn’t just the water making me wet as a bead of milky juice appears at my cunt opening. She gets up and turns the water off and I sadly wonder if her ministrations are finished but she returns to me with a towel and drops to her knees again in front of me. Again she looks me in the eye and asks me if I want drying so I nod my head. She gently dabs the towel everywhere but my cunt then she moves her face closer to my pussy to the point that I can feel her breath on my skin. She gently parts my lips with her cool hands and starts to gently lick my slit up and down. By now my cunt is again aching for all the right reasons and she probes her tongue deeper and deeper into my now parted lips and starts to lap up my juices. She then takes my engorged clit between her lips and teeth and sucks it; she closes her mouth over me and sucks loudly causing vibrations on my clit then massaging it with her tongue. I grab her hair and pull her mouth tighter onto my cunt and rock my hips grating my twat up and down on her mouth. It doesn’t take much for me to orgasm, I am wracked with spasms and I squirt fluid over her face, the second wave comes and she catches my squirt in her mouth and swallows it and she slows her attentions and softly cleans my cunt of it’s cum, I am sure she tastes the rapist’s cum too.

She turns her head to look at me and says she has always wanted to do that to me, she has worked for me for years and I didn’t even realise she had the hots for me. I pull her to me and hold her close, whispering in her ear, she only had to ask and I would have been happy to oblige, but pointing out that it needn’t finish there. I get up and led her upstairs to the comfort of the tack room and close and lock the door. I had an overwhelming urge to satisfy her and told her to remove her clothes.

She stood before me naked; I removed my top and stepped forward to kiss her hungrily on the lips. Our mouths met and opened, our tongues dancing with one another, the softness of her mouth after the roughness of the men was so delicate and erotic. My hands sought her tiny breasts and stroked and rubbed her nipples with my fingers and she moaned into my mouth as they become hard little buds. I bent down and taking each nipple in my mouth sucked and played with each one until it became red and hard, by now her breathing had increased and she was moaning softly.

I stroked her back and buttocks tracing the cleft between her legs, she instinctively placed one foot up onto one of the tack trunks so I could explore between her legs. She was very wet, so wet it had started to trickle down her thigh, I scooped up the liquid and massaged it back into her pussy causing her to moan loudly as I touched her. I stroked my fingers backwards and forwards between her arse and the top of her slit on each upward stroke I circled her clit button applying pressure tickling it teasingly. I ventured towards her cunt opening and slowly inserted a finger until it was knuckle deep, she was so wet and opened her legs further to allow my fingers deeper into her. As I started to pump my finger back and forwards she held me tightly and moaned in my ear to help her come and to fuck her harder, I inserted my two middle fingers palm upturned and pumped into her. Her juices were running onto my hand she was so wet!

I stopped what I was doing and told her to sit on the edge of the tack box. I knelt before her in between her already parted legs. I put my face to her pussy and started to lick her hungrily, mopping up her juices and massaging her clit with my tongue, she clutched my head and held me close as I increased the pressure as she moaned loudly. I inserted one, then two and then three fingers into her cunt, pumping them in to knuckle deep and then out. I flicked my tongue over and over her clit, chewing it willing her to cum. I felt her cunt muscles tighten as her moaning increased and she started her orgasm, her cunt walls grabbed at my fingers as I felt the orgasm course through her, her juices pushed past my fingers and covered my hand, I licked her slowly as her body subsided and showed her her juices in my hand as I brought them to my mouth and licked my hand clean.

Once she had caught her breath she took both my hands and looked me in the eyes. She then went on to explain that she had fancied me for years, ever since she started working for me but I hadn’t even given her a passing glance. She then confessed that the two men who ‘raped’ me were her brother and his mate and she had paid them and orchestrated the ‘rape’ attack in the vain hope that I would notice her one way or the other.

Well it had worked but I did not have the heart to tell her I had enjoyed the bristly men’s ministrations however battered and bruised they left me! Then to come home to her attentions had been the icing on the cake much as I love cock I also love the soft caress of a woman, she clearly worshipped me and couldn’t wait to play with her again!

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Best friends getting together to play

“Nick is a terrible kisser,” Lauren announced, as she rolled over onto her stomach from her back on Tara’s bed.
Tara laughed, as Nick was Lauren’s flavor of the week. He was just her type, playing forward on the hockey team, cute, but not especially smart. “Is he at least a good fuck?”
“How the hell would I know? Every time I have a chance of getting laid, he’s too drunk to do anything about it. Besides, I don’t think he has what it takes to get me going anyway.”
“Really? That’s too bad. Why are you still with him then?” Tara asked. She has had the same boyfriend for the last 3 years. She was lucky. Ben was smart, considerate, and definitely what her and Lauren called “Grade A” (they had a tendency to call out grades to each other, text, whatever way they could, depending on how a guy looked. In Tara’s case, it meant in bed also).
“Because there’s nobody better,” Lauren said, sighing. “I mean, I like him, but… I don’t know. Maybe I’m just being hard on him because he’s not like Ben.” Tara knew from being friends with Lauren for the last 15 years that she didn’t mean anything by the comment, only that Tara was lucky to have found someone like Ben, which she already knew.
“Maybe,” Tara responded thoughtfully. “Maybe you two just need a little more time together. And you’ve only been with Nick like… 5 seconds. It’s not terrible that you haven’t fucked yet.”
“First off,” Lauren proclaimed, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder and sitting up. “You try going 4 months without some action. You don’t have to go 4 days without it.”
Tara got up off the floor and flopped down on the bed next to Lauren and the two stretched out side by side like they’d done for so many years. “I know, I shouldn’t talk. It’s got to be hard. I really don’t know how you do it.”

Suddenly, Lauren looked over at her. Everything about Tara that had been awkward or gawky when they were younger had vanished over the last 4 or 5 years. Her hair, which had changed colors many times as they were growing up, finally settled on a dark reddish brown that you always had to look twice at to see what color it really was. Her celery green eyes, always a shock at first, were the most intriguing thing about her. Tara was thin and beautiful and the fact that she didn’t know she was beautiful made her even more desirable to anyone who met her.
Just then, Tara screwed her eyes together and stuck her tongue out at Lauren. Lauren cracked up and sat up again.
“Remember when we were like, what, 12, and decided we needed to know how to kiss before the middle school dance?” she asked her best friend.
Tara started laughing too. “Yes! I can’t believe we did that.”
“It’s not even like it was a one time thing,” Lauren said, remembering back to all the hours they’d spend in Tara’s room. They chose Tara’s house because her parents were divorced and her mom was always working. They’d race home from school every day for 2 weeks, thunder up the stairs to Tara’s room, and “practice” kissing. First on posters of hot guys, then on their hands, and then, one time, on each other.
“We were definitely dorks,” Tara nodded, still smiling. However, she noticed something funny on Lauren’s face. “You okay?”

Lauren reached forward and brushed some hair out of Tara’s face. “Did you start using that new shit on your face that your mom brought back from wherever she just came from?”
Tara reached up and touched her cheek. “Yeah, you noticed? I love it… Do you want some?” She ran into her bathroom down the hall. Lauren got up off the bed and followed her. She walked in just as Tara was grabbing the tube off the counter. “Come here,” Tara motioned her to sit on the closed toilet as she squeezed some out onto her finger. She gently circled the cream on Lauren’s pale cheeks. She looked up into Lauren’s clear sky blue eyes.

Before she knew what she was doing, Tara leaned down and kissed Lauren. Almost as instantly as she touched her lips, she backed away. “I am so sor—”, Tara started. But before she finished, Lauren stood up and kissed her again, this time long and deep. When they finally broke apart, Lauren had pink in her cheeks, but her blue eyes were sparkling. Tara felt flushed and a little light-headed, but she felt herself want more of Lauren’s soft lips. She hesitantly walked back close to Lauren and Lauren met her halfway, this time running her hands in Tara’s long auburn hair.
Tara pushed Lauren back against the wall and kissed her over and over. Their tongues started to intertwine. “I don’t remember it being quite like this when we were 12,” Lauren said, with a giggle. “But I think that’s okay.”
“Is this… You know, is this okay with you? I mean, it doesn’t make us…” Tara tried to explain what she was feeling.
Lauren laughed at her friend’s puzzled, and adorable, face. “No, just because we enjoy kissing each other doesn’t mean we have to commit to the whole lesbian lifestyle. It also doesn’t mean we don’t like cocks. We can have it both ways, you know.”
Tara thought about it a moment and decided Lauren was right. Even if she wasn’t, there wasn’t much Tara could do about how wet she was starting to get. She was turned on by her friend’s soft lips, urgent kiss, and slim, yet curving body. She almost wanted more than just a kiss.

She reached back for Lauren and they kissed more and more until it got harder and more needy. Lauren slid her hand under Tara’s shirt and across her flat stomach. She kept going, gently, to slide her hand up to Tara’s C-cupped tits and began softly rubbing her palm of the nipple. At this point, there was no going back for either of the girls.
Tara held tightly to the back of Lauren’s head, her fingered twisted through her long, light blonde hair. With her other hand, she went in for Lauren’s tits. Even though they were slightly smaller than Tara’s, they filled her hand with a sweet satisfaction. She stepped even closer to Lauren so that Lauren’s leg was in between hers. She started rubbing her pussy up and down on Lauren and they both let out soft moans.
Tara stepped back and glanced over at the shower. Lauren eagerly nodded and reached across Tara, with another kiss, to turn on the water. She went to unbutton her pants when Tara reached over and held her wrists. For a fleeting, almost panicked moment, she thought her friend was stopping her. But Tara, sexy thing that she was, walked to her and pulled Lauren’s shirt over her head, tossing it to the side. Then she smiled as she unclasped Lauren’s bra and began kissing her tits. As she kissed her way down Lauren’s stomach, she moved her hands down her back, sending shivers down Lauren’s spine.
As her kisses lingered around Lauren’s waistline, she pulled down Lauren’s jeans, revealing a hot pink thong. Lauren stepped out of them and tugged Tara to her feet. Then she slipped out of Tara’s grasp and stepped backwards into the shower, never breaking their gaze. Tara quickly stripped out of her clothes and followed her friend into the shower. Immediately, the two locked lips again, with extreme intensity. They ran their hands everywhere on each other and eventually both girls were grasping each other’s asses, their tits and nicely shaved pussies pressed together.
Tara brought her hand down between Lauren’s legs and began to rub her clit. “Ohhhh,” Lauren moaned. She leaned her head back, water running down her face and eventually down her tits, which Tara started kissing again. Lauren took her hands off Tara and with one hand grasping the wall to hold her up, she started returning the favor to Tara. Both girls went back to kissing each other while they fingered each other in and out, faster and faster. Both were squirming, trying to keep from cumming right away.

Lauren put her hand on Tara’s arm and gently pushed her back. She kneeled down in front of Tara and started to lick her pussy and then move her tongue in and out of it. Tara spread her legs as far apart as she could and pressed her back against the walls, resting her hand on top of Lauren’s head. “Oh. My. God,” she panted, as Lauren worked in her pussy. Finally, when she was on the verge of cumming, she yelled out, “Wait!” She reached behind Lauren and turned off the water.
Lauren looked at her quizzically. “Come with me,” Tara said, taking her hand. She nearly pulled her naked friend back down the her room, both of them giggling all the way. Tara playfully pushed Lauren down on the bed. “Close your eyes.”
While Lauren obliged, Tara quietly opened the drawer where she kept her vibrators and pulled 2 out. She slid them under the quilt and climbed on top of Lauren, kissing her once more. She put Lauren’s hands above her head on the pillow, clasping them in her own. She worked her pussy on Lauren’s and let out another moan. With one hand, she reached under the quilt and worked the vibrator into Lauren’s pussy. “Oh fuck,” Lauren gasped. “It feels so good.” Tara rubbed Lauren’s tits and played the vibrator across her clit. Lauren squealed with pleasure. “Give me your pussy,” she said. “I want to make you cum too.”

Tara quickly grabbed the second vibrator and they laid side by side, facing each other. They both moved the vibrators in and out, pressed them onto their clits, and made out. Their hands kept quickly moving across each other’s slim bodies, getting them more and more worked up. Lauren took the vibrator from Tara’s hand, tossed it aside and put the other end of the one that was in Tara’s pussy and put it in her own. They grinded hard against each other, rubbing each other’s clits and moaning loudly.
“Oh God, oh God, I’m going to cum,” Tara moaned when she couldn’t take it anymore.
Both girls moaned and moved together as they rubbed each other furiously. Tara and Lauren screamed out together as they finished.
Lauren slowly removed the vibrator and they both laid on their backs, breathing heavy. She glanced over at Tara and said, “I think this is the one time you should keep a secret from Ben.”
Tara smiled. “Maybe for now,” she said, as she reached for Lauren again.

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