Author: admin

Introduction:

This is the story of Mary, she is sixteen, during her summer school holidays she works at the hotel her parents own. This story needs to be read in order for continuity, this is what she gets up in that holiday……

This summer I had befriended one of the chambermaids called Claire, she was 18 years old, on her first placement away from home, we became very close and after a lot of badgering and persuading my parents agreed that I could share her room. I think they had finally realised I needed friends of my own, either that or it was an excuse to off load me onto someone else, I always got the impression I was a thorn in the freedom of their side so to speak. The room was right at the top of the house, twin bedded with a small ensuite and skylights in the ceiling, I was so excited to be allowed to share with her.

The first few nights we would undress quickly before bed, embarrassed about being naked in front of one another, I couldn’t help it but to cast furtive glances at Claire’s more mature body comparing hers to mine. She had larger breasts than me, she had a bob of shiny black hair and her pussy hair was dark but clipped, shaved or waxed into a small triangle, she was so different to me, I am fair with shoulder length hair, small developing breasts and just some light downy fuzz between my legs. I couldn’t help but watch her, apart from changing for gym or sports at school, I had never seen another person’s body!

On the third or fourth night, I was jolted awake quite suddenly, lying very still I heard Claire moaning softly, it must have been a full moon as our bedroom was bathed in a brilliant silvery light from the skylights. I looked across at Claire’s bed, it was quite a warm night so her body was only covered in a sheet, she was obviously naked as I could see her nightdress discarded by her pillow. Realising she was awake I keep my eyes nearly closed so she would not see me watching her, I could see movement under the sheet by her breasts and down by the top of her legs. As her moans became louder the movement seemed to become faster, I had to shut my eyes quite quickly as she suddenly threw the sheet off of her body and I wasn’t sure if she was getting out of bed and would have seen me watching her.

Listening, I reopened my eyes once I was certain that she was still on the bed, to what a sight! She lay naked squeezing her nipples with one hand and her other hand was between her opened legs moving in quite rapid judders faster and faster, suddenly she tilted her pelvis off of the bed crying out before slowing her hand down between her legs. Her body was glistening with sweat, I had no idea what she was doing but my pussy was tingling like crazy.

Eventually she seemed to drop off to sleep and I got bored watching nothing so I rolled over with my back to her and went back to sleep. When I woke in the morning she was re-covered and fast asleep.

Our working days at the hotel were quite hectic so I hardly saw her all of that day until it was evening, we served dinner to those residents who wanted it and retired to our room to eat our own. Later on when we were changing for bed and we stood naked in our room, Claire stood watching me, and asked,

‘Did you see me make myself cum last night Mary?’

‘Nnnnooo, I don’t know what you mean.’ I nervously muttered.

‘You lay in your bed with your eyes half shut watching me play with myself didn’t you?’ she demanded, it was glaringly obvious she had seen me watching, what was the point of denying it, I didn’t want to fall out with her and end up going back to my room on my own.

‘Okay, yes I did watch you, you woke me with your moaning!’ I said defensively.

‘Do you never have the urge to make yourself cum Mary?’ she quietly questioned.

Hanging my head in embarrassment I said,

‘I don’t even know how.’

She giggled softly, making me blush all the more,

‘You mean you’ve never played with yourself or explored your body Mary?’

I just lamely shrugged my shoulders, what else could I say? I couldn’t even look her in the eye, I felt myself blush to my roots.

‘Come here.’ She urged me softly. I shuffled over to her still refusing to make eye contact with her. She put her fingers under my chin and pushed my face up to meet hers,

‘Poor little virgin Mary, I’ll show you what to do, we can have fun together.’

She didn’t mean it nastily, she was so shocked that I had never touched myself. It was at that point that I realised how sexually backward I was for my age, here was Claire two years older than me and yet fully aware of her own body and others, I was certain.

She placed her hands on my shoulders, stroking along and down my arms, her touch caused goosebumps on my skin as I shivered in anticipation. Her hands moved across my breast bone and down to my nipples, lightly grazing them with the back of her fingers, I drew in a sharp intake of breath as the flesh around them tightened turning my little buds into tight knots of sensitive flesh. My pussy started to tingle the same as when I was watching her last night,

‘Touch my breasts, copy me Mary.’ Claire suggested.

We stroked and explored each others tits, I copied Claire’s actions as she stroked and drew her fingers towards my nipples, rolling the hard peaks between her fingers causing us both to moan at one another. The tingling sensation between my legs persisted and I started to feel hot and wet down there,

‘Why is my pussy wet and tingly?’ I asked Claire,

‘You’re getting turned on, the wet is your juices.’ She explained, I looked at her querulously,

‘I don’t understand…’

‘When you get horny your cunt secretes juices which helps lubricate your hole ready for a cock or anything else you want to stick in there.’

I was still baffled by her response, I felt so thick and inexperienced my face scarlet with embarrassment.

‘You’ve obviously led a very sheltered life, I was shagging at your age!’ she laughed and grabbed my hand pulling me to the bed and pushing me down to sit on the edge. She grabbed a dressing room full length mirror, a relic from before the hotel was renovated which had been shoved upstairs in the staff quarters. Claire positioned the mirror in front of me and she came to sit down beside me with her legs open gesturing to me to do the same.

‘Now, look in the mirror and pull your pussy lips open, oh god do you know nothing! Just copy me. Now at the top is a gristly piece of flesh behind the hood, that’s your clit, that’s heaven at a button once you know how to use it, it’s one of the best spots to make you cum. Now you see further down there’s lots of white colour creamy stuff, well that’s your juices and if you carefully push your finger in the hole that’s your cunt. That’s were boys stick their knobs, or you can use a vibrator or anything else that takes your fancy I guess!’

Following her actions I sought my clit button trying to copy her, the way she was touching it then ventured down to my cunt feeling the creamy slippery substance, I copied her stroking her pussy up and down enjoying the feeling of my fingers moving up and down my slit.

‘Now copy me and I’ll show you how to stroke that wonderful little love button until you cum!’ Claire instructed.

I watched as she started to massage her clit in gentle circular motions, I tried to do the same to mine but got so fixated watching her that I just stopped and slid onto the floor sitting at her feet and stared. She moved her fingers faster and faster over her clit closing her eyes and biting her lips, moaning between panting gasps. After a bit, her toes started to curl, her panting came faster, her fingers moving so fast,

‘Yes, yeessss, I’m nearly there, oh fuck, faster, faster, lick me, suck on my clit for me…. Oh my word……I’m cumming!’ she screamed, her cunt started pushing out loads of goo, her hole opening and closing like a gasping fish.

She sat in a prone position for ages, her breathing eventually slowing down and returning to normal.

‘Are you okay, I was worried about you?’ I asked her nervously.

‘Yes I’m fine, that’s what a good orgasm does for a girl, wipes her out, silly!’ she laughed. ‘What happened to you, I thought you were copying me?’

‘Sorry, I was so transfixed watching you, I forgot what you showed me.’ I felt my reply was so pathetic, ‘will you show me again…. Please?’

‘I’d love to, I love pussy myself, can’t get enough of it!’

With that she told me to sit back on the bed and kneeled between my legs. She started slowly trailing her fingers lightly up and down my slit, rubbing my juices all over my pussy, I sat sitting up on my elbows watching her in the mirror. Her touch was awesome, my whole body felt hot, my nipples became really hard, such a buzzy feeling in my tummy. Then she started concentrating on my clit, rubbing her first two fingers back and forth, my heart quickened, I opened my legs wider wanting her to rub harder.

Then she stopped, she slid her thumbs down the length of my slit and back up the inner lips, splitting my juicy pink witness open for me to see in the mirror. She teases me with the tip of her tongue, then let the warm fullness of her tongue slide from my arsehole, up between my lips, and up to my swollen, sensitive clit. She circled it really slow, lazy circles, and then captured it in her mouth, teasing it, nibbling it, sucking it gently but firmly.

She slips two fingers in to the entrance of my love hole, just enough for me to beg for more,

‘Please! Don’t stop! Fuck me, please!’

She pushes her fingers into me as I raise my hips to meet her thrusts and a rhythm begins. Her mouth is still teasing my clit,

‘Ohhhhh!’ I moan loudly as I cum all over her hand and face. The orgasm is the best sensation I have ever had, my body tingles and twists, pulsing wonderful feelings through my body.

She continues to lick my juices from my cunt lips, once she is finished she sits up and puts her wet fingers to my lips asking,

‘Do you want to taste yourself? Go on lick my fingers.’

Her fingers have a musky smell, I tentatively stick out my tongue and dab her finger, drawing the flavour into my mouth, it is not unpleasant but a strange flavour, I suck her fingers into my mouth caressing my tongue around them licking them clean.

She looks at me with her huge brown eyes,

‘Will you do me now?’

I nod my head, we trade places she lays on the bed with her legs apart and I kneel down between her legs, I place my hands on her thighs stroking her olive skin with my finger tips. I press my nose into her pussy lips smelling her, nervously I put my mouth to her cunt and start to drink her strange tasting juices. Claire holds her labia wide open with her hand as I move in and lick her slit up and down – in long strokes that cover her entire pussy. From her streaming vagina up to the top of her clit, I lick her again and again, getting faster and faster, with my mouth buried in her mound, I can feel the juices wetting my face, running down to her arse.

She gasps, ‘Stop a minute!’ rolls to the side of her bed and reaches into the cabinet pulling out what I realise is a vibrator.

‘Fuck me with this!’

‘What do I do with it?’ I once again feel stupid and embarrassed.

‘Slide it into my cunt slowly to start and twist it to increase the vibrations, just do it!’ she gasps in frustration.

I slowly work it in, inch by delicious inch, into Claire’s wet cunt and then gently work it in and out, watching it disappear into her love hole. I lick her juices from the lips of her cunt, I stop and look at her,

‘Do you like having this dildo inside of you?’

‘Yes! Oh yes! Please don’t stop!’

I twist the base of the machine which increases the buzzing inside her, continuing to lick her clit and fucking her with the toy. She begins squirming with her building orgasm. I cannot believe it, yesterday I was a naïve young girl, today I am in charge of a vibrating, gyrating throbbing ‘cock’ in her with me pumping it in and out of her juicy pussy, and my mouth is giving her clit a licking and a sucking to remember.

‘Oh God! It feels soooo good to be sucked and fucked at the same time! Please! Please! Don’t stop!’

Needless to say I don’t, I slowly increase the pressure and the tempo of her fucking and she cries out,

‘Harder! Faster! Oh God, fuck me! Please! Make me cum!’

I start pumping her cunt and sucking her clit for all I’m worth, suddenly she starts bucking up off the bed and grinding her pussy on the toy and into my face and screams,

‘I’m cumming! Oh God! I’m cumming!’

Her cunt starts to pump more of her juices out around the vibrator, I greedily suck up the musky cream. I slow the vibrator down and slide it out of her wet cunt, leaving her pink hole spasming, I curiously stick my tongue into the cavity and feel her muscles pulling and stroking me.

When she has recovered, we crawl up onto the bed together and lay in each others arms cuddling. I gaze lovingly into Claire’s eyes, in awe of everything she has shown me tonight, we fall asleep, me knowing that more must be to come.

Every night after that Claire showed me how to enjoy my body and hers, we explored each other cumming numerous times every night. She showed me how to trib, scissoring my slippery wet cunt against hers until we both came in a sweaty heap. She showed me how to suck a man’s cock using her vibrator, she even showed me how to wear her strap on and fuck her like a man but the one thing which she refused to do was penetrate me with her dildo. She insisted that I should let a man do that, so I would remember what it felt like, it frustrated me so much it was the one thing I was missing.

Introduction:

This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.

Low grey storm clouds were scudding across the sky above the slate roofs of the ‘New Town’ district of Edinburgh. They matched Veronica’s temper, as she paced the living-room floor of the two-bedroom apartment, in a foul mood which she was working up into an even fouler one. The flat was very well situated, occupying the top floor of a converted 1820s town house in an elegant street near Charlotte Square. Veronica had been renting it for just over two years, since graduating from Edinburgh University and getting a job with a company which had its head office in the city. She was now nearly twenty-four years old, and had begun to feel that she was stuck in a rut, that her life was passing by without actually going anywhere. Even the view across the rooftops to the ancient castle on its rocky crag, a sight which usually she enjoyed, was having no ameliorative effect today.

Veronica had originally rented the flat with one of her closest university friends, and had continued a kind of student lifestyle. Even though they were both working in quite demanding jobs, they still went out a lot with their former university friends, many of whom also remained in the city. However, her friend had been offered a promotion too good to refuse but which entailed a transfer to Glasgow, and so had moved out. Veronica had passed around the word that she was in need of a new (female) flat-mate amongst her social circle and work colleagues (a better and safer method than advertising and taking in a complete stranger). There were two or three enquiries, and, after considering these, she had offered the empty bedroom to Kyla, who was the friend of a woman at work. Veronica did not know Kyla well, having only met her in fleeting encounters at a few parties, but she seemed to be cheerful and pleasant.

They had now been sharing for a couple of months, and Veronica was coming to regret her decision. At first, they had got on really well, taking turns on the weekdays to cook an evening meal and sitting together in the small kitchen for several hours, chatting and laughing. However, during the last three weeks the atmosphere had slowly changed, tension had been mounting, and they were getting on each others’ nerves over small and silly things. Veronica was becoming both cross and depressed about it, wondering what had gone sour after such a promising beginning, and alternating between blaming herself for being dull and boring, little Miss Stay-at-home, and Kyla for being pushy, condescending and – yes, let’s say it, slutty.

One of the first points of irritation for Veronica was Kyla’s habit of wandering about the flat with very little on – often just bikini panties or a thong, combined with a bra, a skimpy halter-neck or a cut-off T-shirt, in her ankle-socks or barefoot. She would also wander back and forth between her own room and the bathroom (which she occupied for annoyingly long periods of time, and then had the cheek to suggest that Veronica was slow!) in the nude, or with a towel slung loosely around her hips and bare breasts. In her more honest moments, Veronica was prepared to admit to herself that some of her resentment was due to Kyla’s better figure, and a probably unjust feeling that she liked to show it off.

Kyla had the much curvier shape, with quite large breasts (swaying in a naggingly eye-catching way as she walked around half-nude or – worse – in a push-up bra, as if her ripe mounds needed any further prominence!) above a surprisingly narrow waist, and then the flare of her hips and an ass that jutted as if to balance the fullness of her chest. Kyla was a brunette, with very curly hair which she kept in a neatly-shaped short style, and this framed an attractively-proportioned face with laughing brown eyes and slightly-pouting full lips. Her height, which Veronica guessed was about five feet nine inches, was accentuated outside the flat by her penchant for high heels on her shoes and boots – and Veronica reluctantly had to admit that the bitch did look good in the combination of boots, a short skirt and a tight top. No, actually, Veronica corrected her own thoughts, she looked slutty – an easy lay; Veronica vexedly imagined that Kyla was probably spreading her legs several times every night for men who casually chatted her up in the bars or clubs that she frequented on Saturday nights – Veronica didn’t know exactly where, because Kyla often disappeared late on Saturday afternoon and didn’t return until Sunday evening, and never once invited Veronica to accompany her. Now that was downright rude and unfriendly, fumed Veronica, whilst simultaneously determining that of course she would not have gone to such low and sleazy places anyway! Of course, Kyla’s long absences were directly due to Veronica having made it clear at the outset that there must be no bringing of lovers back to the flat; she had recently reaffirmed that, saying rather crudely that she had no desire to wake up and find herself in a bordello.

It was likely that an unconscious prompt for that catty remark (as she rather guiltily knew that it had been) was something which Veronica had noticed with surprise a week or so after Kyla first moved in – that her new flat-mate kept her pussy shaved. It was one of the first times that Veronica had seen Kyla naked, when the well-endowed brunette had emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her hair, and no other covering at all. Veronica had been shocked but intrigued; she knew that she was rather obviously staring at Kyla’s cunt, but somehow couldn’t stop herself. Kyla had stopped in her tracks, as Veronica was partly blocking the way. With an effort, Veronica had dragged her eyes upwards, to meet a curiously bemused expression on her flat-mate’s face. At once, Veronica had blushed and turned swiftly aside, discomfited and somehow unsettled. From the corner of her eye, she had seen a cross-looking Kyla push hurriedly past her and dart into her own room, firmly closing the door.

Veronica was by no means unattractive herself, but she knew that she was just nicely average in all departments. Her hair was dark blonde or light brunette depending on how you wanted to describe it, but neither really the one thing or the other. It was the same with her body: average height (five feet five inches), nice breasts but nothing amazing (she took a 32B bra size), reasonably slim body, an ass that looked good in a tight pair of jeans (but not so much that guys constantly turned for a second take after she walked past), and quite trim and shapely legs. Her hair was straight and medium length, coming down level to the second button of her shirt, in a plain and standard style of cut. For work, and for reading or watching TV in the flat, she wore glasses, and felt that they made her look rather prim and academic.

Veronica knew that she could look quite hot if she took time and trouble over it – but then, any youthful woman who was not overweight or had bad skin could do so: all it took was a visit to an expensive hair stylist, careful application of not too much make-up, a tight and skimpy low-fronted outfit, good boots, a hip-swaying walk and a bold look in the eye. She had used to get herself up like that quite often, but for the last couple of years she had bothered less and less – work took up so much time and energy, she was often just tired on the weekend and wanting a quiet rest. She had no current boyfriends, in fact she had never had a great deal of activity on that front: one boy at school (who had taken her virginity, which neither of them had actually enjoyed very much), two separate spells at college (but most of the time without one), and one rather desultory affair with a work colleague which had petered out by mutual consent about six months ago. So part of Veronica’s frustration was due to her own unsatisfactory love-life, and the desert she thought that it was in comparison to her lurid imagining of Kyla’s wild and carefree couplings. However, Veronica just couldn’t summon up the enthusiasm to doll herself up and hawk her pussy around the singles bars, whether for a one-night stand or something longer lasting – somehow, it all seemed tawdry and unsatisfactory. Even so, her solitariness was getting her down, and she felt that Kyla was rubbing her nose it, flaunting herself and her physical superiority.

There had been an embarrassing incident just a few days previously, when Veronica had been in the bathroom and, out of curiosity, had taken down from the drying rack one of Kyla’s black under-wired bras for a closer look – as she thought, it was three sizes bigger than her own, a 32 double-D. She had held it against her chest for comparison, and of course just at that moment Kyla had swanned into the bathroom looking for it, wearing only the matching pair of skimpy lace-decorated string panties. Veronica had been mortified to be caught in this way, and had stammered something about thinking that it might be one of hers – and she had felt that the slight smile which Kyla had given her as she removed the garment from Veronica’s frozen fingers had signalled as clearly as if she had spoken it: ‘in your dreams’.

Following this, there had been a series of niggles on both their parts, made worse when – partly from her shame about the bra incident – Veronica had passed some catty comments about Kyla walking around the place as if auditioning to be a stripper. The busty girl had gone white, then crimson, and had stalked angrily from the living room into her bedroom, loudly slamming the door behind her. In her turn, Kyla considered Veronica to be controlling, bossy, frustrated, and generally coming on as an uptight snotty bitch. Just because she had the flat first doesn’t make her the Queen, fumed Kyla; after all, they each paid half of the rent and bills.

The breaking point came on the following Saturday. In the afternoon, whilst Veronica was out shopping for groceries, without asking any permission Kyla borrowed one of her most prized possessions – a pair of beautiful shiny and sexy red boots; the one place where both women were the same size was their feet. It was not as if Veronica had worn them in months, it was the principle that made her furious as she looked at the brief note that Kyla had scrawled and left on the kitchen table.

‘If that cunt makes one mark on them, just one mark!!’ Veronica fumed to herself, dwelling on the cheek of it and avidly stoking the flames of her resentment. What made matters worse was that Veronica had thought that a quite nice young man from another firm, who she had met in the course of the week’s work, might perhaps have been going to ask her out – but nothing had come of it. So here she was again on a Saturday night, alone with the television (and, as Bruce Springsteen had so rightly sung, “fifty-two channels with nothing on”). The most pleasure that she could look forward to on this miserable evening, when she finally went to bed, would be a furtive fingering of her own clit – more anti-climax than climax.

Veronica felt forlorn in the empty flat, the buzz of noise from the street below reminding her that most people were out and about on this Saturday evening, having fun – including Ms Big Tits, and in her best red boots! She consoled herself with a long soak in the bath, but this did not bring its usual restorative balm. She couldn’t be bothered to get dressed again afterwards, so she just slipped on a pair of loose French knickers in sky-blue satin and their matching bra, and flung a hip-length light wrap on top. After flicking from channel to channel, finding too many medical dramas (a genre she had never liked), rom coms (she was definitely not in the mood, even for a favourite like ‘Nine to Five’), and mindless action movies (just how many more tedious and obscure comic-book heroes were there still out there, waiting to be turned into identikit blockbusters, she groaned), and finally watching some talk shows in a half-interested way, she switched it off and wandered out to the kitchen.

She had already drunk two glass of red wine, and now poured herself another large one, nursing it together with her grievances against her flat-mate, and rehearsing what she would say to the arrogant cunt whenever she turned up on Sunday – no doubt sweaty and well-fucked. Veronica would not have had quite so much to drink if she had thought there was any chance that Kyla might come back that night – but, of course, that was exactly what happened.

Veronica was deep in grumbling contemplation, and did not hear the key turning the lock of the front door – so she jumped in shock when it was closed with an angry slam. Kyla had returned in a bad mood of her own; whatever had been the cause of her night out crashing in flames, she was less than happy about it. She strode abruptly into the kitchen, acknowledging Veronica’s presence with a grunt. Kyla was wearing the red boots, together with a micro-skirt in a red which almost matched them (so that’s why she wanted the boots!), so short that most of the top elastic of her black hold-ups was visible, and a tight and skimpy black stretch halter-neck that barely covered her demi-cup push-up black lace bra. Veronica felt a sharp stab of something in her gut – jealousy, she supposed, although why she should be jealous of such shameful harlotry, of an outfit that practically screamed ‘I’m a slut – spread me and fuck me!’, she did not know.

It started from there, with some disparaging throwaway remark from Veronica, to which Kyla responded with offended and unbridled heat. It became an argument, which turned into a full-scale shouting match. Veronica let her frustrations run loose, standing in front of Kyla with one hand on her hip and the other jabbing repeatedly on her flat-mate’s bountiful upper chest, as each point of the scathing indictment was delivered. By the time Veronica was in full spate, she had moved from the particular matter of arrogantly purloined boots, through Kyla’s failure properly to do her share of the household chores, to spread her wings and descend rhetorically upon her flat-mate’s character defects like a swooping eagle, claws fully extended.

Kyla got a word in edgeways, when she could – not very nice words, it must be said, which only raised the temperature further. Soon, she decided that she had had as much of this as she could take, and she disliked the way in which the smaller woman was intruding into her personal space. She gave Veronica a vigorous push backwards, and then, when the shorter woman responded to that by accusing her of being a slut, spending every weekend on her back, Kyla hissed furiously in return that anyway that was better than being someone who nobody wanted to be with.

This halted Veronica in mid-sentence; she went white with rage, and slapped Kyla across the face. The impact was not actually very hard, but the sheer surprise of it took Kyla off-balance, and the effects of several vodkas earlier in the evening slowed her reflexes and prevented her from recovering in time. She toppled sideways against the full-size fridge-freezer, causing it to shake violently, and then rebounded again.

Veronica was looking slightly shocked by her own action, and moved too slowly when Kyla swung back and delivered a stinging counter-slap. This left Kyla wide open to reprisal and, with a hysterical shriek, Veronica (who had done some martial arts training as a teenager) reacted almost by instinct and sank a fist into the soft flesh of Kyla’s stomach. The taller girl’s eyes bulged as she doubled over, but not before she reached out to grab Veronica, seeing red and determined to pound the snotty little bitch into the ground. Suddenly alarmed, Veronica gave a squeal of fright and lurched into motion, bolting for the door into the hallway. She whisked past Kyla’s fingers, just far enough to escape being seized but not sufficient to prevent the busty girl from grasping the sleeve of her robe, pulling it off as Veronica ran out of the room in just her bra and panties. However, the jerk to her shoulders as the wrap was ripped away sent the smaller woman off target, and her headlong flight collided with the door frame, sending her sprawling onto her hands and knees in the hallway.

She was not immediately set upon because Kyla needed several seconds to clutch onto the kitchen table, struggling to recover her breath and not to vomit into the sink. However, just as Veronica scrambled back to her feet, Kyla launched out after her flat-mate with a look of vengeful determination. Her longer stride enabled her to head Veronica off from the living room, and she chased her down the hall and into her own bedroom.

Veronica’s lead was so short that she had neither the time nor the strength to force the door shut against Kyla, who slammed her shoulder into it, heedless of the bruise that would result. The door spun inwards, knocking Veronica against the side of her bed. The two enraged women grappled with each other, trying for a winning hold, or even just to land a punch or slap and deliver some pain to a bitch who deserved it if ever anyone did. They fell onto the bed – which, like the others in the flat, for some reason was a double-size and not a single, a luxury they both had appreciated.

As they rolled around, at some point in the tussle Kyla’s halter neck came undone and she flung it away impatiently. At last, her greater size and strength prevailed, and Veronica was trapped beneath Kyla, who was holding her down with one thigh pressing between Veronica’s sprawled legs. She forced both of the smaller woman’s arms flat on either side of her head, pinioning them there with a vice-like grip on her wrists.

Out of breath, dishevelled and sweaty, they lay like this for about fifteen seconds, Veronica struggling slightly but futilely underneath. She felt intensely aware of warmth and weight of Kyla’s body on top of her, and of the leg that was pressing on her pelvis and her pubic mound. In the process of forcing her leg between her opponent’s thighs, Kyla’s micro-skirt had ridden all the way up to her hips. Veronica glanced away from Kyla’s heated glare, to discover that one of the curly-haired brunette’s full breasts had tumbled completely out of its sketchy bra cup (that’s what you get for wearing such a slutty outfit, she thought viciously). It was lying heavily on top of her own smaller titty, which had unaccountably responded with stiffening erection – the result of the adrenalin of the fight, it must be, Veronica told herself. She gazed at the curve of woman-flesh resting on her chest, and her throat went suddenly dry. She was aware of a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach and in her crotch, a peculiar mixture of tension and release.

Kyla was breathing heavily through her nostrils, snorting almost, her lips compressed tightly closed, as strange look stole over her face.

‘I know what you need, you snotty bitch!’ she said, but it was spoken surprisingly softly and not with the snarl which Veronica would have expected. What followed was even more of a surprise – breath-takingly so.

‘Oh, fuck it!!’ sighed Kyla, more in surrender than exasperation; ‘I’ve been wanting to do this for so long – fuck, what the hell, why not?’ Releasing one wrist, she gripped Veronica’s hair with her hand and leant downwards, pressing her lips against Veronica’s astonished and immobilised face, and kissing her with passionate fervour. Veronica slightly gasped, and the motion opened her lips enough for Kyla’s tongue to sweep inside – and to have an amazingly erogenous effect. Veronica’s mouth opened further, not just offering no resistance but responding, at first it seemed almost on its own initiative.

Maintaining and deepening the kissing, Veronica’s free hand tugged Kyla’s other breast out of its bra cup, squeezing the nipple with a firmness that was clearly a prelude to fucking rather than any renewal of fighting. Kyla’s head reared up, an astonished look of pleasure on her face, and in an instant Veronica drew the brunette’s tits to her mouth and started licking and nibbling them.

With a strangled moan, Kyla rolled off Veronica’s body to lie on her back, begging to be sucked and fucked. Veronica got an unbelievable rush from being in control of this sexual and sensual woman, and in an amazing moment of pure clarity she suddenly understood that this is what she wanted, what she had been missing. Ever since her first seduction by a female leader at a summer camp when she was a teenager, she had wondered about being bi-sexual, but she had never had the courage or the opportunity to explore this any further. Boyfriends had seemed like what she should do, what she ought to do if she was a ‘decent’ and ‘normal’ person, but her heart had never been in it.

Almost as if to make up for lost time in this single night, Veronica ripped Kyla’s panties down her legs and threw them across the room. She began roughly to finger her flat-mate’s cunt, and Kyla arched her back and spread her legs wide apart in response. Simultaneously with ramming her index finger into the wet hole of Kyla’s vagina, Veronica started sucking like a demented vampire on the other woman’s superb tits, fondling and kneading them so hard that there would be bruises in the morning – but neither woman gave a damn about that now!

Kyla was not an entirely passive participant in this instant lesbian love-fest. In her turn, she shoved a hand down inside Veronica’s panties, where she was now sopping wet, and pushed two fingers into her. Veronica gave a deep moan of pleasure, rearing up and then riding down against them, thrusting her own pelvis up and down, and after a few seismic seconds closing her eyes tight and shuddering in climax.

When she reopened them a few seconds later, Veronica’s mood – and her feelings for her flat-mate – had turned a complete somersault. She smiled down at the lusciously curved shape beside her, and instructed Kyla not to move – to which the latter replied with a ‘Yes, ma’am!’ and a coy sultry look through the lashes of half-closed eyes. Veronica leant across to the small cabinet beside her bed, and opened the drawer to pull out her trusty vibrator. Kyla regarded it with appreciation – it was quite a beauty, with a long straight shaft that was ribbed in an abstract crystalline pattern, and it had a five-pronged clitoral stimulator mounted two-thirds of the way down.

‘Mmmm, nice one, Vero – yes, yes please, ma’am!’

Veronica switched it on and pushed it slowly into Kyla’s pussy, using a pendulum-like motion, twisting first to one side, then the other. After a several inserts and withdrawals had fully lubricated Kyla’s vaginal tube, the dildo was thrust in far enough to bring the rotating clitoral prongs to their target at the top of Kyla’s labia.

‘Oh – my – God!’ gasped the prone brunette, and then; ‘Ohmigod … ooooh! … yes, do me … aahh! … shit … oh, GOD! … yes, yes – yes!! YES!!!’

The last was almost yelled out, as Kyla was overtaken by waves of orgasm which left her lying completely spent, her thoughts in a dazed whirl, while Veronica licked her clean and then smeared the pussy juice over her new lover’s breasts, as she returned her attention to those glorious mounds of flesh. Veronica’s fingers began a renewed flicking against Kyla’s engorged and now very sensitive clitoris, and within moments her ministrations to pussy and tits were rewarded with another bone-shaking orgasm from the big-busted wench.

After this, with sudden energy the brunette rolled them both over the other way, so that Veronica was underneath once more – but this time, she was making no protests or bids for freedom. Kyla reached under the smaller woman’s back to unsnap her bra, peeling it away. She ran her hands over Veronica’s chest, seeming to take great pleasure from cupping the smaller but firm breasts in her palms and stroking in circles around the stiffly prominent nipples. Veronica was amazed and thrilled when Kyla murmured, just before taking one of the tits into her mouth: ‘My God – you are just soooo sexy, babe!’ Veronica closed her eyes in rapture at the sensations that Kyla’s full lips and agile tongue were giving her, and she arched her back, spreading her legs wide. She felt so aroused that, as Kyla was totally focused on her breasts, she slipped her own hand down inside the blue French knickers, seeking her pleasure nub. However, Kyla noticed this, and with playful mock-severity she knocked Veronica’s hand aside, admonishing her not to be impatient as she would get to that in her own sweet time.

Following at least five minutes of erogenous titty-sucking, Kyla changed position entirely. Her own bra was hanging down below her breasts, and she quickly removed both this and the micro-skirt, so that she was now naked apart from her hold-ups and the coveted shiny red boots. She then slid Veronica’s knickers down to her ankles and over her feet, casting them aside and leaving her pretty flat-mate completely in the nude. Kyla swung across to straddle her prone body, pushing her ass almost back into Veronica’s face. The busty brunette then reached for her own pussy with one hand, pulling her labia apart and pushing the open pink cleft down onto one of Veronica’s nipples. As the smaller woman gasped in arousal, Kyla gripped her breast, pushing the nipple into even greater prominence, and began to titty-fuck herself with it. After a moment, sweat running from her face and down her back, she began to grunt and groan, and the motions of her pelvis took on a more lurching aspect as she began to ascend to climax. With her other hand, Kyla reached forwards in between Veronica’s invitingly spread legs, and thrust two fingers into her lover’s pussy. The only sound to be heard in the fourth-floor bedroom for the next several minutes was the groaning creak of the bed-springs under their combined weight, and the gasps and sobs for breath of two young women who were taking a running approach to the biggest, longest, most devastating orgasm they had ever known in their lives.

It was actually Veronica who came first, although only by a matter of seconds. With a sustained scream, her whole body jerked and writhed, as Kyla’s fingers rammed deep inside and her thumb impacted on Veronica’s clitoris. The two effects of this – the psychological one of having fucked her flat-mate almost senseless, and the physical one of Veronica’s sexual convulsions driving her tit even deeper into the pussy of the woman who was riding her like a demon – blew Kyla’s barriers, and she gave a series of barking yelps as her whole frame shivered in ecstasy. It was too much to take – an overload – and she collapsed forwards on top of Veronica, her breasts landing erotically just below the other woman’s cunt, and her head just below Veronica’s knees.

Of course, this position was so close to a 69 that Veronica could not resist her opportunity, and she pulled on Kyla’s hips to bring her spread-open crotch the necessary few inches so that the small woman’s tongue could explore it. Kyla did not hesitate to co-operate, as the process drew her face to the wide V at the join of Veronica’s legs, and the chance to lick and taste her pussy. The white heat of their energy was now spent, and by unspoken agreement they took their cunt-eating slowly, letting it build, until it resulted in another near-simultaneous orgasm, not as volcanic as the previous one but in many ways even more profoundly satisfying.

Finally, with some revival of stamina, Kyla announced that she knew just what was needed. She did another reverse turn, this time bringing her pussy up between Veronica’s spread legs and pushing it wetly against her cunt. They each took a bracing grip around one of the other’s legs, and in the scissors position they began a pussy-pounding tribbing session on which they both got off, grinding against each other in sweaty passion. In the midst of this, Veronica declared that she also knew exactly what she needed, and she transferred her grip from Kyla’s thigh to her bountiful and swaying breasts, cupping them upwards as she rubbed forwards upon the brunette’s slit, and pulling on the nipples when she did the downwards slide. Like a pair of bucking, fucking broncos, they jerked together spasmodically as an other orgasm flowered in their vaginas, making them catch their breath and whimper in exultation.

Now almost exhausted but wonderfully replete, they lay comfortably entwined together in the sweaty rumpled sheets. Kyla explained that she had always been a lesbian, but dared not say this at first, as she really needed a room to rent. Her intention had been to go out on Saturdays and trawl the well-known lesbian clubs and bars, sleep with whoever picked her up at the other woman’s place, and thus keep her sexual orientation a secret from her flat-mate. However, she had not expected to find Veronica so cute, so appealing, so fanciable. She had so enjoyed their evenings together in those first few weeks that she had begun to fall for her, and it was fighting against that feeling which had made her snappy, whilst at the same time her subconscious had been parading her physical charms. On this evening she had gone out, determined to shake it off, and had been chatted up by an attractive young woman at a gay bar – but, as they danced slow and close together, Veronica’s face and body kept coming into her mind, until she realised that it was no good, made her apologies and left. She had expected Veronica to have gone to bed, and had a vague plan of revealing how she felt over a companionable lunch the next day – but seeing her in that flimsy wrap, which had been hanging open to show her sweet titties in that striking blue bra, she had lost control of the situation altogether, and fallen back upon confrontation almost by instinct.

‘I’m so glad you did’, sighed Veronica, ‘I just didn’t understand my feelings for you, why we got on so well when you moved in and then it all went funny – but now I can see it was when I first starting to want you as a lover, not just as a friend.’

‘You do?’ gasped Kyla in tremulous hope.

‘I sure do – you and no other’, replied Veronica, suddenly quite certain about this, and she was rewarded with a radiant smile. She then tapped the chest of her new-found lover (gosh, that was a concept that she would need some time to take on board – her mind still skirted skittishly around labelling herself as a lesbian), and added, ‘No more playing around now, you’re mine – and mine only!’

Kyla nodded shyly, but clearly in seventh heaven. With a sudden renewal of energy, she got off the bed, en route fondly kissing Veronica’s mouth, neck, breasts, stomach and – ohmigod!! – pussy. She disappeared into her own room, returning in a few seconds to strike an erotic pose in the doorway, wearing an intimidatingly long strap-on dildo.

‘I – wanna – fuck – you – outta – your – sweet – little – skull!’, she declared to a goggle-eyed Veronica.

Of course, having had no lesbian sex since the few brief fumbling encounters as a teenager, Veronica had never been taken with a dildo before, but Kyla was more than happy to introduce her to its pleasures. First, she lay Veronica on her back, and gently spread her legs wide open. Kyla brought the nub of the plastic cock to nudge against the other woman’s cleft, slowly pushing it between the flowered petals of her outer and inner labia. It then sank in deeply with one long, slow, oozily sliding thrust, and in response Veronica gave a shuddering gasp and wrapped her legs around Kyla’s hips, crossing her ankles over the taller woman’s back. Veronica drank in every detail of being taken in this way, being turned on even more by the realisation that the woman fucking her was wearing her own red boots – and, shit, did they look good! Kyla began driving the dildo in and out of Veronica’s pussy in harder, faster and deeper penetrations, as Veronica moaned and begged her for more. Kyla firmly rode her new-found sweetheart all the way to the crest of another explosive climax, and then withdrew the dildo and used her mouth to lick up the cunt-juices – and so stimulate Veronica even more.

As if that was not enough satisfaction for one night, Kyla gave Veronica’s leg a shove, indicating without words that she should roll over onto her stomach. When she did so, Kyla swung across to kneel between her lover’s outflung legs, and reached forwards. Grabbing Veronica above her hips, she hauled her pelvis backwards so that the smaller woman was kneeling with her ass thrust up in the air whilst her tits and face still rested on the bed. Veronica gave an intake of breath in anticipation, luxuriating in the feeling of her cunt being so accessible, so wide open, so utterly fuckable.

‘Aaaaaa! Yes, ooohhh!’ she sighed, as the plastic phallus re-entered her from this new vantage, pressing against her vaginal walls in a different way, and rubbing her clit from a fresh angle. Being taken doggy-style (which Veronica was to discover was her favourite position for receiving a dildo) was such a turn-on, that quite quickly she had another climax and then, Kyla not having paused for a second in her rhythmic shafting, an amazing third. After this, Kyla unbuckled the strap-on, and she lay underneath the smaller woman in the 69 position, as they again explored each others’ cunts with both fingers and tongues. Two more climaxes each – the second, by mutual agreement, timed to take them both simultaneously – at last left them satiated (or, at least, satisfied for now).

Veronica’s mouth was full of Kyla’s sweet-tasting cunt-juice from the final orgasm, and she swallowed it down whilst reversing her position, bringing her head to rest on the pillow next to the other woman. Kyla gently stroked the nearer of Veronica’s breasts, telling her new lover how cute and perfectly-shaped they were, and that she just adored them. Veronica was both thrilled and amazed, and replied that they were so much smaller, hefting and squeezing one of Kyla’s tits to demonstrate her point. However, Kyla was dismissive of what she called her ‘balloons’, saying that they caused constant problems and had always brought her unwelcome attentions. Ever since they had swelled out in her teens, she had been pestered by boys and men, all of them convinced that if only they got their hands on her tits and give them a good grope, she would spread her legs for them like some simple child’s toy – press a button here, and it pops open there.

‘Well, I like them – very, very much’, whispered Veronica, sliding down a few inches in the bed so that she could rest her face again the fleshly pillow of Kyla’s bountiful mounds. She added in an apologetic murmur: ‘I know that I don’t look as hot as you do.’ However, Kyla would have none of this self-deprecation. At once, she responded to say that she had always thought Veronica was sexy – that she had always been attracted to slim, cute, innocent-looking girls, and Veronica was just her ideal type.

‘Do you remember that time, just after I moved in, when you were staring at my pussy?’ Kyla asked, as Veronica blushed at the vivid memory. ‘It made me wonder if I might have a chance with you after all – and I already really wanted that, just after the first couple of days! Do you remember what you were wearing then?’ Veronica shook her head, and Kyla continued with enthusiasm: ‘It was your smart black boots, that grey pencil skirt that just highlights your hips and ass, and a cute pink bra – you looked so good, I thought you must have noticed that my pussy was almost dripping wet! I had to run into my bedroom, lock the door, and do myself with the vibrator on top setting, you got me so hot! And then, you tantalising minx, you kept going cool on me one minute, and then doing things like wearing those pink towelling shorts, or bending over in that short wrap that you had on just now – once, when you did that with no panties on underneath, I could see everything!’

‘Did I do that? I don’t remember …’ replied Veronica doubtfully, but with a warm smile Kyla nodded firmly, and replied: ‘Oh, yes! You’ve been a terrible tease, even if you don’t realise it!’ In the cooling air of the early hours – it was now about 2.00 a.m. – they snuggled down in Veronica’s bed, under her warm duvet; it had not needed any discussion to know that they would spend the night in the same bed, and indeed the nights to come as well. The two young women continued to whisper small talk for a while, interspersed with loving endearments, until they both fell asleep with smiles on their faces.

And so, after this night of discovery and release, harmony descended upon the fourth-floor flat. The only domestic friction that now remained was the rasping gasping tribbing of pussy against pussy, and the pulverising pistoning of a strap-on dildo ramming in and out of a sopping vagina. For several weeks, the two women spent each evening exploring each other’s bodies and sexual tastes, and each night lay exhausted and entwined in each other’s arms and legs – contented, replete and secure, as the blaze of sexual attraction turned into the steady flames of affection and love.

I would have told you that they stayed together indoors every Saturday night from then on, but recently that is no longer true. Wearing their finest, they’ve ventured out on the town together, cruising the lesbian bars and clubs. Kyla’s tits catch the eyes of every red-blooded woman, as well they might when so much of them is put on view. But Veronica easily gets her share of interested looks as well, for – as Kyla is the first to say – she looks hot when she takes the trouble. In sheer white hold ups and pink shorts so brief and tight that all of the stocking tops are visible, her favourite red boots and a clingy white lambswool top that might be sprayed on, leaving no doubt that she wears no bra, she is an alluring and arousing picture of girlish pleasure. The voracious pair are trawling for sexy single lesbian girls or female couples to take back to the flat and fuck on the two double mattresses that lie side by side on the floor of what used to be Kyla’s room (but now, since they sleep every night in Veronica’s bed, has been reorganised as the romper room). If you should happen to be in Edinburgh, then look out for them, ladies – and, if you’re lucky, very lucky, then you might be taken to their love nest this Saturday night!

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“Wow..I can’t believe you went along with it.” She said to me.

“Well..It just so happens I was also scared about a time like this.” I replied.

“What?”

“I always wanted to do something like this..but In my mind, it went more like this.”

With a confused look on her face, I grabbed her hand and put it down to my crotch. I slid her hand in my thong and rested her hand on my now dripping wet pussy.

A look of shock came across her face.

~PART 2~

“Katie..” she said shyly.

Without a word, I put my finger over her lips. I wrapped my hand around hers and rubbed my pussy with her fingers. The feeling was nothing I could ever imagine. I have never felt the touch of a women before. Knowing my wetness was all over her hand made me horny in ways I couldn’t explain.

She started to rub faster on her own. I slowly slipped my hand out my panties and took them off. Leaning back, I spread my legs, widening my pussy for her. She ran her finger around my clit in circles very fast.
Moaning, I yelled “Faster! Faster!!”

“Shh! You’ll wake your parents up!”

Knowing she was right, I shut up. Her fingers were amazing. Soft to the touch. She rubbed my clit faster and faster, swirling my juices around it, making it very slippery. After a while, she stopped and started kissing me passionately.

“Katie, I’ve always wanted to do this with you..I just..”

In mid sentence, she started to rub my clit again.

“I just was so scared that something like this would ruin our friendship..” she said quietly.

“I-I..um…-moans- it’s okay now..we’re already -moans-..”

I could barely talk.

Jamie smiled and sat up off and climbed off the bed. She slowly took her shirt off and threw it to the floor. I couldn’t keep my hands off my dripping wet pussy ; I played with myself as she undressed. Her grace and sexiness amazed me. Even her undressing got me hot. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them to the ground along with her panties. She looked stunning. Her blonde hair gliding over her shoulders, covering one of her breasts slightly. Her tits were that of perfection. Perky and just the right size with the cutest small pink nipples.

“Jamie..wow. You’re beautiful..” I said in envy.

“So are you, sweetheart..” she said, leaning over to my ear.

She began to lift my shirt up slowly, waiting for me to put up my arms. My best friend is undressing me. The thought of that just got me more riled up. She was in for a treat tonight.

She took my bra strap off my shoulder and gently kissed my shoulder all the way down my chest, then up again to my other shoulder. She unhooked my bra and threw it to the floor, leaving me only in my thong. She began kissing my neck while leaning over. I cupped my hands on her breasts and massaged them slowly as she kissed my neck. I felt her nipples get hard in my hand. Rubbing them slowly, she began to let out moans in between her kisses.

She kissed slowly down my chest after finishing my neck. Down my collar bone to my tits. I started to shake a little, knowing what was about to happen. My pussy wetter then ever, I reached down and got my fingers wet, having an idea of what she was going to do. I brought my hands up and rubbed my juices all over my nipples.

A giant smile came across her face. I could see how desperately she wanted to taste me. She started to lick my nipples softly, getting them hard. Faster and faster she went, massaging my other breast with her hand.

“Jamie..oh my god..”

She grinned evilly in a sexy way as she licked my nipples faster, even so much so as to nibble on them a bit. She took both my breasts and shook them in her face.

“You taste amazing, Katie. I WANT MORE!” she exclaimed.

“it’s all yours.” I said, spreading my pussy open for her to see.

Smiling, she kissed down my stomach and situated herself between my legs. She spread them wide as I held open my pussy.

“You’re dripping wet..your fingers and soaked.” she said in a sexy voice.

“All for you and because of you, love.” I said

Without a word, she moved my hands away from my pussy and she herself spread it. Before even licking my clit, she went down to where the dripping was coming from and slurped up my juices. I moaned as loud as I could into the pillow. She kept licking up my juices over and over. My clit was throbbing, needing attention. I ran my hand down to my clit and started rubbing it as she licked me clean.

“No! You just lay back, I’m doing all the work.” she said sternly.

Moaning, I shook my head in agreement. She moved up to my clit and put it in her mouth. She sucked licked it for a good 10 minutes. Swirling her tongue around it, getting me wetter and wetter. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to cum.

“Jamie, reach under my pillow and get my vibrator. I want to cum so badly.”

“No, no vibrator. I’m going to make you cum on my own.” she replied.

“But how? It’s hard for me to cum just from getting eaten out.”

With a look of an idea on her face , she got up and sat between my legs. She got into a scissoring position. Smiling, she got closer to me, pushing her pussy close to mine. She was dripping wet along with me. Knowing I got her wet sent shivers down my spine. I never thought I’d be able to do something like that to another woman.

She started to rub her pussy against mine very slowly. I felt her clit rub against mine. I started to moan loudly, not being able to cover up the sheer pleasure I was feeling. I forced myself to stop, though so I wouldn’t wake my parents. As our wet, slick pussy glided back and forth on each other, I couldn’t help but think how much fun I was going to have with her in the future.

“Fuck me, Katie! Fuck me like I know you want to.” She exclaimed.

I did what I was told. I grinding against her pussy with as much force as I could. I was about to cum.
“I-I’m about to cum!! Ohhhhhh!!!”

Without warning, I started to squirt. I was in pure shock because I never was able to squirt before. The squirting went on for a couple seconds, splashing all over our pussies and bodies. I moaned as loud as I could, forgetting it was the middle of the night.

Jamie got up fast as I was squirting. She leaned over and started to drink my cum, rubbing her tongue over my clit back and forth really fast as I gushed all over her mouth.

As she was in the middle of it, my door flew open.

~Thank you for the feedback on part one to my story! To clear up some confusion, my account says male because it belongs to my Fiance’, Ken. He wanted me writing this story on his account. Why? Let’s not go into it, (lol). Part 3 coming if you guys are interested!! Thanks for the read!~~

Introduction:

Naughty redhead Faye has a surprise for Sally

Even before I opened my eyes again I could feel that she wasn’t there, and when I did open my eyes and my vision cleared it was confirmed. I could have just stuck out my bottom lip and cried right then had I not heard the unmistakable sound of water. I knew it was not raining outside because my flat has windows, and so it must be the shower!

Either Sally is in there or I have a very self-conscious intruder.

Suddenly feeling elated that she was still in the flat I gathered my senses and stood up, I was still naked and feeling rather exposed with my long red hair tickling my naked lower back. I didn’t have time to get dressed though; I needed to confirm it really was the shower I could hear. As I turned towards the door, my knee grazed the neatly folded up duvet on the edge on my bed. The cover had been removed and my bathrobe was also missing, I was confused for a second but I ignored it and left my bedroom.

To get to the bathroom you have to walk through the kitchen. That was when I saw the washing machine was on and, sure enough, I saw the missing cover and a few other bits churning away in the water! How sweet is that? She is washing her own cum off my duvet, ever heard of a man doing that?

Fuck no you haven’t!

I noticed the clock said it was only 6pm so I had slept for less than two hours but I felt so refreshed. Unless that was just the excited little bad girl inside me giving me strength and urging me towards the closed bathroom door.

I tiptoed up to the door and gently opened it, then poked my head around the door. It was very steamy in there and I could see just make out the outline of Sally as she showered. I suddenly felt a rush of excitement about her still being here, this really is for real!

This would be like just the movies! I would sweep the curtain to one side and she would turn to me, smile and invite me in. With than in mind I stealthily reached up to it and quickly swept back the curtain and….

“HOLY FUCK FAYE! You scared the shit out of me!” Sally screeched.

Fuck.

“I’m sorry Sally,” I giggled at her. She was standing there armed with a bottle of shampoo in one hand and a scrunchy in the other.

“It’s okay,” she laughed. I was more than a little relieved to see that she saw the funny side so quickly.

“Sorry, I was just… eager,” I admitted. “When I woke up and you weren’t there I thought you might’ve…”

“Gone?” Sally looked down at me. “Oh, no Faye I wouldn’t just go, especially not after what we’ve done together, okay?”

“Okay,” I smiled and looked up. I was still amazed by her gorgeous body, and getting more than a little bit turned watching the water run all over her petite frame. Her skin looked so soft, the light shining on the water made it look like she was literally glowing. “Think there’s room for two in there?”

“I think so,” Sally smiled and held her hand out to me, and I took it and stepped in.

She positioned the shower between us and I pulled the curtain across; it was like being in a secret world where only the two of us existed. I finished closing the gap in the curtain and turned back to face her, as soon as I did she put her arms around my neck and pulled me under the shower and kissed me.

She pulled me closer so our bodies meshed together with my right leg between her thighs. I felt her pussy rub against my thigh as we kissed, so I added a little pressure for her and raised me knee between her legs, keeping hold of her for balance. I could tell she was enjoying it this from the hard panting I could feel on my lips. It was an amazing moment of heat, touch and seclusion. We kissed and hugged, our bodies slid over each other and I felt her hands in my long hair while we danced in an erotic tangle. I thought she wanted to get off right now but she stopped herself and relaxed against me.

Sally looked up at me and spoke softly, “I’m sorry I fell asleep, I couldn’t help it. I felt terrible when I woke up for being so selfish, what you did to me really opened my eyes, I’ve never felt that way with Steve and I really wanted to…return the favour but I…”

“Hey, it’s okay babe. We have plenty of time for you to…pay me back.” I winked as I said it and my hands brushed over her wet bum. Sally moved the shower away from us with a more serious look on her face.

“You mean… you’d want to do it again?” Sally asked cautiously.

“Of course, didn’t you like it?” I asked, suddenly concerned at the change in mood.

“Yes, yes I loved it, I mean… loved it; I just thought maybe it was a one-time deal.” She looked at her feet as she said it.

“No, why would you think that it was a one off?” I asked feeling a little uneasy.

“It’s just, I wondered if you’d done it because… I don’t know… maybe you felt a sorry for me,” she still looked down as if she was afraid to see the expression on my face. “To be honest, when you pulled open the curtain, a part of me thought you were going to tell me to leave!”

“Sally! No! Of course not, how could you think that?” I said a little more harshly than I intended. “I don’t make people feel better by sleeping with them, what kind of person would that make me?”

“Oh Faye, no I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that…” she looked up at me with a hint of panic in her voice. “Please stop, I’m sorry.”

I regained my composure and looked at her; she looked so vulnerable hugging her boobs and shivering a little. I wanted to hold her but first I desperately needed to make her understand. I got hold of the showerhead and made the warm water flow over her shoulders to stop her shivering and I calmly spoke.

“Sally, I didn’t make love to you just to make you feel better. I…” I looked right into her eyes. “I did it because I love you. I have desperately wanted you in this way and every other way for years. What happened earlier was a dream come true for me and, I am truly sorry about what’s happened to you but I can’t ignore my feelings for you and…” I trailed off unable to put words to it anymore.

“Oh… Faye, I had no idea, come here,” she put her hands around my waist and pressed her warm body against mine. “I’m sorry, I’m so confused, but now know one thing.”

“What is that?” I asked her, staring into her eyes.

“I love you too,” as she said that, about 15 million butterflies in my stomach exploded.

“Really,” I asked her. “You really do?”

“I do, you’ve shown me a whole new side of me and I want to explore it more, and I want to do it with you… if that’s okay?” She looked so sincere and her hands locked around my back, it was a moment I would never forget. Unfortunately, I followed this perfect moment up with possibly the most pathetic sentence I have ever said.

“So,” (prepare to cringe) “You… uh, you want to be my girlfriend?” (Yep, I was suddenly an 8 year old again!)

“Yes,” Sally couldn’t help laughing as she watched my face contort in embarrassment. “Yes I want to be your girlfriend!” I smiled so wide my lips nearly ran out of mouth, and laughed like a maniac. Then regained my poise, more or less, and kissed her as if my life depended on it.

In the back of my mind, I wondered what kind of things she wanted to explore. My sexual fantasies were on hold for now. I just hugged her close and enjoyed the most intimate moment of my life, up until then at least.

Here is what you are thinking.

A woman is married for eight years, and then her husband leaves her. Then, the following day she becomes a lesbian and declares her love for another woman. How that could be possible? It is unrealistic and almost too easy!

I know this is what you are thinking because I was thinking the exact same thing. The love of my life suddenly becomes available and turns gay in the space of twenty-four hours? It was in the back of my mind even after she told me she loved me. How does a person change so dramatically? I desperately hoped this was not all some kind of rebound reflex.

As we finished up in the shower and got dressed it continued to puzzle me, and my unease must have shown on my face because a little while later while we were sipping our cups of coffee on the sofa she turned to me with a concerned look on her face.

“Faye… honey are you okay?”

“Yea, yea I’m good,” I told her unconvincingly.

“Are you sure? Since we talked and got out of the shower you’ve been awfully quiet, are you having second thoughts about this? Or about us being together like this?” She sounded worried.

“No, of course not, this is a dream come true for me. It’s more than I ever could’ve hoped for,” I blurted out. “I guess that’s why I’m worried.”

“Well, tell me what’s worrying you and we can talk about it,” she had her head cocked to the side with her damp hair framing her face, my god she’s beautiful.

“I want too, but…” I searched for the right words. “I don’t want you to get angry, or push you away. But there’s this thing bothering me that won’t quite go away.”

“Okay, look, just blurt it out and we’ll deal with it after you’ve said it. I promise I won’t get angry,” she spoke so softly.

“But…”

“Faye.”

“Yea?”

“Say it,” Sally insisted.

“Okay, okay here it is,” I decided to take her advice and get it all out quickly. “I’m worried that this might all be some kind of rebound for you. You went from being with a man for eight years to now being a lesbian. It seems pretty unbelievable, if I was looking at this from the outside I’d say you can’t suddenly become a lesbian in the space of six hours and fall in love with a girl…”

Sally didn’t reply right away, she sat and thought about it for what seemed like hours, her facial expression didn’t change until she eventually looked up at me.

“When you say it like that I guess it does seem pretty… extreme…” She spoke thoughtfully and calmly. “To be honest Faye, I don’t know what I am. I have never really thought about women in a sexual way, but… I haven’t thought about anyone in a sexual way for a long time…” she paused for a moment, considering each thing carefully.

“Not even Steve?” I asked.

“Especially not Steve,” she said with what almost seemed like anger. “Are you sure you want to hear all this? It’ll take a while to explain, but it might show you that I am telling the truth when I say I love you and what to be with you, but…it means telling you something that will probably make you angry with me.” My heart had jumped all over the place while she was speaking, especially when she said the last part about wanting to be with me, I felt like this was an important moment for her.

“Please, go ahead and tell me, whatever it is I won’t be angry,” I reached out and covered her hands with mine in her lap.

“Faye,” she looked up. “We… I mean, I lied to you last night, I didn’t want to but Steve said it would be better to make up a story rather than tell the truth.”

“What was the lie?” I asked while still holding her hand firmly.

“The part where we said there’s something wrong with me, that I can’t conceive children. We have never been to a doctor about not being able to get pregnant,” she looked so embarrassed and let go of my hand. “I’m so sorry Faye.”

“Hey,” I said softly, taking hold of her hand again and returning it to her lap. “It’s okay, I’m not angry, I’m just confused. If you wanted a baby, why couldn’t you do it, y’know, the old fashioned way?”

“We haven’t had sex for over six years,” Sally revealed.

I was astonished, “You haven’t had sex with him at all?”

“No,” she paused and seemed to think about what she was saying very carefully. “We haven’t done anything sexual since he started his new job. He told me that he loved me, but he did not want to have that kind of marriage. He said there was no need to show that kind of physical love for each other because we are ‘soulmates’ and his love is so deep that it’s not necessary to…”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I interrupted her more harshly than I meant to. “What a load of shit!”

“I know, I know,” Sally said shaking her head. “It’s so obvious now, he was going to New York doing who knows what and then when he came home he wanted to relax and not have that kind of pressure.”

“I’ve never heard anything so selfish in my life,” I said shaking my own head in tandem with her.

“It gets worse,” Sally closed her eyes and seemed to brace herself before speaking again. “He told me that I shouldn’t masturbate or have sexual feelings because it would be like cheating on him! Also, because I work with children, it would be inappropriate. So I put all those thoughts to the back of my mind and focused on work.”

“I can’t believe this, what a cunt!” I almost shouted.

“When I told him I wanted a child I thought he would, y’know, want to do it with me. Then he came up with this idea of a surrogate. Obviously he thought you’d say no and things would go back to normal, but when you said yes it forced him to reveal everything. So…here we are.” She shook her head again and looked up at me. “If you hadn’t been so sweet and said yes…”

“I only said yes because I wanted to make you happy, do you really want a child?” I asked her softly.

“No, not really, I just…” A tear fell down her cheek. “I just didn’t want to be alone all the time anymore.”

“Oh sweetheart,” I threw my arms around her and hugged her tightly. “Well you’re not going to be alone, not anymore. You and I are going to do everything you have ever dreamed about and you can have as many sexual thoughts as you want…in fact, I insist on it! Men are only good for cock, and if they aren’t even going to give us that, you’re better off with a girl.” I felt her laugh a little, she had got the worst parts off her chest now and she seemed more at ease.

“Yeah, I did miss having a bit a cock though!” She nearly screamed with laughter as she said it, and I was so shocked to hear her say it too so I couldn’t help laughing!

“Oh my Miss Sally how dirty you are, you’re quite the naughtiest girl here aren’t you!” I playfully used a teacher-ish voice, which sent her off laughing again. We wiped her tears away and kept laughing until she seemed to get back to being in control.

“So, you wanted to know why I was so desperate and so eager to be with you…I’ve got years of repressed fantasies and I want to do them all with you,” she smiled. “I don’t if I’m into women, but I do know I’m into you. So don’t worry, you’re not my rebound or a phase. You made me feel more alive than I’ve felt in a long time. So, are you convinced?”

“Yes, honey I’m convinced, and I’m sorry that I made you go through all that, but I had to know. And now I do… and,” I smiled naughtily at her, “I might have a little surprise for you.”

“It’s okay; I know you needed to hear it. What surprise is that?” She asked, squeezing my hand.

“It’s a secret, and it’s in the bedroom,” I winked and put my hand right up her skirt and stroked her thigh. “Want to come and see?” I leant forward and kissed the tip of her nose.

“Yeah… I’d love to, you’re such a bad girl,” she smiled.

“Oh Miss Sally,” I grinned. “You’re damn right! Now, come and play with me.”

I withdrew my hand from under her skirt and almost ran into the bedroom; I was so excited to give her my surprise gift. She was right behind me and just as I got into my room and turned around, she was on me! I fell back onto the bed and she jumped on after me and pinned me down.

I looked up at her, with that sexy curly blonde hair hanging down, and pulled her down on top of me, covering her lips with mine. Our tongues thrashed together in a moment of pure lust, it was so exciting for me now, especially because I knew what I was about to give her! I pushed her off to the side of me and stood up and reached under my bed for my ‘special box.’

“Now,” I told her. “Look under my pillow.” She grinned and did as she was told; when she moved it aside she saw a blindfold.

“Put it on and lay back,” I said smiling.

“Why on earth do you have a blindfold?” she laughed.

“For when I have a headache in the day and need to lay down and… anyway, do as your told missy!” I waved a finger at her.

“Whatever you say,” she giggled again and laid back in the same position she had been in earlier when I’d eaten her delicious pussy! “You’re the boss”

When she had put the blindfold on, I got to work. I quickly undressed and opened my special box that contained my sex toys. Soon after I had moved out, I’d gone wild with online sex stores. Now that I didn’t have to worry about my mum or dad knowing I bought them!

I had vibrators, dildos, lubricant and the thing I was looking for… a strap on dildo. Sally had said she’d missed cock, so now I was going to give her what she had been missing! Realising it had been a long time for her; I took the bottle of lubricant too. A girl should be prepared after all!

I strapped it around my hips and selected a little five-inch dildo attachment. I have multiple lengths to choose from and this would be big enough for her to start with, I’m not a sadist and I didn’t want to split her in half with one of the big boys!

I approached the bed again and I couldn’t help smiling, Sally was lying flat on her back with her legs together. She was wearing the same outfit as when she first arrived, I should have told her to get undressed before she laid down really, but at least I’d have the fun of stripping her again. I climbed next to her as softly as possible but the sudden movement of the bed made her jump anyway.

“I wondered if you’d run off,” Sally said smiling. I wasn’t fooled by her casual attitude though, I could tell she was nervous again, full of anticipation for what was to come, but also totally unprepared! I didn’t answer her right away; instead I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers. I teased her a little, running a fingertip over her bare arms and then the exposed skin between the hem of her t-shirt and waistband of her skirt.

She was almost begging for it, but I didn’t hurry, as I played with her I noticed her legs becoming restless, she crossed them over, then uncrossed them, bent them until her feet were flat on the bed and back again.

“I’m going to lift your top off honey,” I said as I pulled her to a sitting position. “But no peeking!”

“Okay,” she said giddily. “Go ahead.” As I lifted her t-shirt up I ran my hand up in-between her breasts and I swear her heart felt like it was trying to hammer its way out of her chest!

“Calm down babe,” I said softly as I laid her back down on the bed. “I’m going to take good care of you.”

“I’ll try, I’m just a bit…well, I’m topless on a bed with a blindfold on while a girl is touching me. Normally at the weekend, I catch up on the soaps I’ve missed and do crossword puzzles! This isn’t an average day!”

“Well when you put it that way I can see why you’re apprehensive, would you like to do a crossword instead?” I teased.

“No, it’s okay, I’d rather find out what my surprise is.”

We both giggled and I kissed her again, she seemed a little more relaxed now.

After another peck on the lips, I moved further down the bed, dragging my fingertips over her body as I moved towards her feet. I lightly moved her knees apart and knelt between them, making sure the dangling cock didn’t touch her skin, I didn’t want to give away the surprise! I put one hand on each knee and pushed my palms ever-so slowly up her legs; up over her thighs and under her skirt, I kept pushing up and then realized something.

“Hey, you bad girl, you aren’t wearing your panties!” I said with a laugh.

“I know, they’re in the wash with the duvet,” she spoke like she was actually explaining herself after being told off! “When we were doing…what we were doing earlier on the sofa and then here, they got a little…damp!”

“Ah I see, in that case I forgive you,” I laughed. “I don’t think you should wear underwear anyway from now on!” Sally just giggled girlishly at that and fell into silent heavy breaths again when I pushed her skirt up further and further until she felt the air of the room on her already damp pussy.

“Mmmm you look so good babe,” I told her. “I think I might need to have a quick taste.”

“Is this my surprise?” She asked in a husky tone, I was pushing her legs further apart as she spoke.

“No babe, trust me, when it’s time for the surprise, you’ll know it,” with that I leant down and planted a soft kiss right on her pussy lips.

“Oh god, I’d forgotten how good that felt earlier,” Sally spoke in between heavy breaths. I softly kissed up and down her pussy slit, relishing the soft skin on my lips. Her legs were spread as far as she could manage and I opened up her pink lips again. It had only been a couple of hours since I’d last revealed her hot pink centre, but it still took my breath away. I nuzzled between her thighs and licked her all over, I French-kissed her fuck hole, dipping my tongue inside.

“Mmm you taste so good babe,” I told her between licks. “Do you want a taste?” I coated my fingers in her pussy juice and slipped them in and out of her slowly, I didn’t want to go wild and make her cum just yet, I wanted her right on the edge.

“Oh god, mmm Faye, I don’t know, is that weird to taste myself?” She wiggled her hips a little and shuddered when I slipped my finger back inside.

“No baby, it’s not weird, and you seemed to like it earlier when you licked it off my face,” I teased her.

“I… know it’s just… I wasn’t sure if… oh god… if I should… or…” Sally struggled to talk properly but I knew what she meant.

“Well,” I slipped in and out again, fingering her as I spoke. “From now on…”

In… out…

“We don’t worry about what we should do.”

In… out…

“All that matters is….”

“Oh god,” she whimpered as I pushed deeper.

“All that matters is what we want to do…”

I was almost whispering, and even though I was not touching myself, I could feel my pussy getting more sensitive and my nipples getting stiffer by the second. I pulled my fingers out of her and massaged her clit with them.

“Oh my…mmmm,” Sally’s face screwed up and her back arched as soon as I touched her there, she must be super sensitive now.

“Do you understand? Now that we are together, we do whatever the fuck we want to so tell me baby, do you want to taste yourself on my fingers?”

“I understand….mmm….yes, I do,” her mouth hung open after she spoke so I quickly pushed my fingers into her pussy one last time making her body shiver, then pulled out and put them between her open lips. “There you go.”

The sheer naughtiness of watching the beautiful schoolteacher sucking her juice off my fingers drove my lust up another level. I leant over her body and kissed her again. We shared her taste for a moment then I moved back into position.

It was time to stop teasing and give the girl what she craved! I knelt up and reached behind me for the bottle of lubricant, opened it, and squirted the liquid all over the fake cock. Her pussy looked lubricated enough so I positioned the tip right over her aching hole.

“Sally,” my voice was husky and full of sexual angst.

She had about lost her mind with lust at this point. The taste of her own juice in her mouth and my constant attention to her pussy had brought her about as close to the edge as she could get! I had one hand on the cock and I used the other to open her hole as wide as I could.

“I love you baby,” I pushed my hips forward and penetrated her. Her mouth had opened as if to say something but she had frozen as soon as I had begun entering her, and the further I pushed in, the more she realized that this was not just a finger!

“W…what…?” was all she managed as each centimetre slid in achingly slowly, and it wasn’t until my hips came closer to hers that she actually started breathing again and when she did breathe it was in ragged segments.

It was hard going at first, even with all that lubrication I struggled to get it inside her. Bit by bit her pussy swallowed it up until at last my hips pressed into her. She suddenly sat up and her hands came up towards the blindfold but I caught them in time, I held one hand in each of mine and pushed her softly back down.

“Ah, not yet babe,” I whispered into her ear. “Do you like it?”

“Ahh Faye, what is it? It feels huge!” She let me push her arms up above her head and I held then there by the wrists.

“It’s your little surprise baby, how does it feel?” I moved my hips around to let the cock move inside her. “You said you missed this.”

“Oh…I do, I just wasn’t expecting this, I think I….mmmmm,” Sally sucked in a deep breath through her mouth. My forehead was up against hers and I moved her arms to her side and held them there.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you baby?” I slowly withdrew the cock from her pussy.

“Yes… yes…”

“Say it,” I was almost fully out of her and the constant sliding motion against her already sensitive pussy lips made making her wriggle and moan, she wanted to move her hands but I held them firmly.

“Say… say what?” she gasped. I put my lips right next to her ear, my hair falling over her face.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I almost growled.

“Oh…mmmmmm,” she arched her head back as the tip of the cock brushed over her hole again. “Oh…Faye…I want you….want you to fuck me! I want you to fu…ohhhhhh!”

Her voice trailed off into a whimper and then her mouth hung open in a silent scream because I had pushed my hips forward again and totally filled her up! I didn’t stop to let her catch her breath again though; instead, I pulled back and pushed into her again and again.

She writhed and wriggled and each time I slammed into her, she opened her mouth. I tried kissing her as I built up a quick rhythm but I just ended up coating her lips in saliva, so I nuzzled her neck instead and licked and sucked at her soft flesh. I drove into her hard and fast and eventually I had to let her hands go so I could hold onto her shoulders to keep my balance.

The sight of her sexy, cute tits bouncing was mesmeric and I found myself pushing more to try and keep them moving, like a warped kind of game. I settled into a slower rhythm so I could keep my balance easier, then I could let go of her shoulders and fondle her breasts, she took another noisy gulp of air when I grasped a hold of them, squeezing and kneading them like my life depended on it.

“Oh god, oh fuck….oh….oh” Sally was losing control, her hips were bouncing off the bed to meet mine, I knew how to make her cum…I used her knees to balance I picked up the energy again, I was almost knelt up fully, looking down on her wriggling body.

“Sally…oh baby…look at me, take that off and look,” I arched my back and pushed inside her again, and she scratched at the blindfold and roughly threw it to the side. She was momentarily blinded by the light and it took her a few blinks to see anything, but what she did see made her eyes bulge.

Me, deep inside her, kneeling up with my long red hair loosely falling over my shoulders and breasts, which were bouncing up and down as much as her own were. She scrambled up to a half sitting position desperately wanting to see what was inside of her.

I carried on fucking her while she clawed at the skirt she was still wearing, though it was bunched around her waist, it was obviously in her way and she couldn’t reach around the back to undo it so, in one of the hottest moments of my life. She grabbed a hold of it and with crazy, almost manic strength tore it from bottom to top! The light material gave way to her lust filled desperation without hardly slowing her down, then she dragged the remnants of the ruined clothing out from under her and tossed it away.

Now with a good view of what it was, she stared transfixed by it as it filled then emptied her insides. My hips and thighs were burning with effort but I kept on pushing anyway, I was as turned on as she was right now and the same strength she had used to tear her skirt away from her seemed to be powering my body too.

“Oh my god…Faye…” She looked up and me, her mouth lolled open. She looked so lost in lust I don’t know if she even saw me, I knew she needed to cum desperately now, and I knew what to do. I pushed her back down and pushed her thighs right back until her knees were close to her temples and full on assaulted her pussy, I rammed into her harder and faster than ever!

“Oh…..ohhhh!”

I do not know who was making more noise because we both sounded like animals, I fucked her hard and then used my free hand to toy with her clitoris, and that was the decisive factor! She almost wailed when I touched it, sitting up she showed her flexibility because her knees were almost behind her head…she screeched and bucked and tipped her head back again.

“Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ohhhhhh….mmmmm….”

Sally had the most intense orgasm I had ever seen; her juices shot out and drenched the strap-on cock and my lower stomach, which tipped me over the edge! I pulled out of Sally for the last time and hurriedly fumbled with the buckle of the strap-on. I un-strapped it and cast it aside to where the remnants of Sally’s skirt lay. Then I thrust my fingers inside my pussy, using one hand to fuck myself and my other to rub my clit; it did not take long for me to cum with both my hands working expertly on myself.

“Holy fuck,” I screeched as I orgasmed right there while kneeling over Sally’s naked body, she had already somewhat recovered and was watching me intently. Just as I crashed over the edge she sat up and latched her mouth to my right breast and groped my left with her hand. “Oh fuck, babe.”

It was Sally’s turn to feel my juices splash onto her stomach, mixing with her own sweetness. After a second of not being able to move, I looked down at her. She was looking up and smiling broadly at me; her arms snaked up my back and pulled me down onto the bed next to her and, after a few seconds of getting my hair out of the way, we kissed so deeply, lovingly and passionately, and yet it was soft and beautiful too.

Our naked and spent bodies entwined together, we cradled each other and kissed. My hands ran over her naked back and hers did the same to me. I felt every part of her touching every part of me until eventually we both started to descend that mountain of lust we’d climbed together.

Eventually we stopped kissing and just laid there, staring at each other like we were afraid to look away in case it was all a dream. My green eyes stared into her blue eyes until we began to drift.

“By the way,” Sally broke the silence. “I love you too.” She kissed me again.

“Good,” I loved hearing her say it.

“Although, next time we do that, you’re getting the cock!” She laughed out loud again.

“Now there’s something I never thought I’d hear you say!” I laughed with her. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

“Sure, I haven’t got much choice. My skirt seems to be faulty.”

“That was so fucking hot when you did that!” I told her.

“Really?” She raised her eyebrows. “You like me tearing off my clothes?”

“Well…yea! What’s not to like about that,” I laughed.

“Okay, I’ll bear that in mind! I’ll stay with you tonight but I’ll be back at school Monday I’ll need to get my uniform before then.”

“Wait,” I caught my breath. “You have a school uniform?”

“Well, yea sort of. It’s just a long skirt and white shirt, sometimes I’ll wear a shorter skirt in the summer,” she told me.

“How short?” I pushed on.

“Why?”

“Because…I just want to know,” I could see she was smiling at me so I knew she wasn’t annoyed at my questions.

“It’s about…knee length,” she said.

“Oh,” I mumbled.

“You sound disappointed.”

“I was hoping you’d have like a proper uniform, like the girls do, a white shirt…black shoes and a nice black or grey pleated skirt…the shorter the better,” I said with a wink. Sally threw her head back and laughed.

“Ohhh I see, you want me dressed up like a school girl,” she still laughed.

“Well…maybe, what’s wrong with that? I’d have lots of fun dressing you up, although I’d probably send you to school in a tiny tight shirt, little white ankle socks and a nice mini skirt, without any underwear too,” I added. Outlining my fantasies to her was making me feel slightly horny again, even though my body was too tired to do anything other than lay here.

“Oh, I see, basically you want me to dress like a slut?”

“Oh…wait, there’s nothing wrong with how you dress now I…”

“Faye, relax, its okay. I know you aren’t being nasty or anything, to be honest, after years of hiding behind frumpy clothes and knee length skirts and massive coats, I kind of like the idea of it! I used to think about going out in more daring clothes, showing off my figure a little, the ideas I used to have excited me. I used to imagine…uh, never mind.” She suddenly stopped.

“Hey, no way you can stop there after that set-up! Anyway, I thought you weren’t allowed sexual thoughts,” I said playfully.

“I know, I actually told Steve I wanted to be more daring but he said it wouldn’t be appropriate in case one of my students saw me in public! I teach kids who are between five and seven years old and the school do not have any children over eleven years old. It’s only a primary school, most of the kids have never had a sexual thought about anything in their lives!”

“Yea,” I said calmly, she was getting a little wound up and I wanted to ease the mood again. “He just didn’t want you attracting any men, little did he know you’d come here and attract me!” That made her laugh but I could tell she was thinking.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to get that testy,” she said while returning her hand to my shoulder and stroking it.

“Do you remember what I said? It doesn’t matter what we should do, all that matters is…” I nodded my head to her.

“…what we want to do.” She finished.

“So, from now on, we do anything we want, if you want to dress like a nine year old school girl and I want to dress in my mini skirt and fishnets and then go fuck each other on the bus, we’ll do it! Agreed?”

“Agreed! Also…you’re crazy!” She hugged me close; we were both losing our battle against fatigue now.

“I know, but I’m crazy about you, so that’s okay,” I smiled and kissed her. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby, you look so tired!” She reached and pulled the duvet up over us, still without its new cover on, and as she did that I grabbed a towel and cleaned us both up. It was dark outside and we both felt sleepy.

After we’d sorted ourselves out we only slept for about an hour, it was about 10pm by then so we had something to eat and watched a girly movie with some more wine. We sorted the bed out so it was nice and comfortable with a fresh sheet and a new duvet cover on (I fucking love fresh bedding) I gave her a t-shirt to wear and we both went to bed a little later, entwining our bodies like earlier on, except in a more sleepy way.

I fell asleep in her arms for the first proper time and so began our lives together. Hard to believe it all happened so quickly, I knew there would be more experiences to share with each other, but for now, simply sharing life together was enough for me.

Goodnight.

(Seriously, fuck off; we’re tired, I’m sure there will be more soon if you insist on knowing everything)

(Oh, and Sally says ‘goodnight’ too)

See you soon

Introduction:

Allie kissed Erin, and everything changed for both.

Erin Delacorte was used to being like a ghost, sneaking in and out of people’s lives without leaving so much as a footprint. Not that it mattered, because there was no ‘real her’ to leave behind. She is a member of the FBI’s Counterintelligence team; more specifically a part of the elite Intelligence Detection and Retrieval (IDR) team. She was anyone she wanted or needed to be; depending on her task. Her job is to glean information from specific targets without them being aware of her intentions. Erin is such a beautiful and charming woman that men didn’t hesitate to grant her every wish, and that made her job easier. She is, without doubt, a stunningly beautiful woman at 5’ 7″, 128 lbs., Green eyes, and blonde hair; worn in a loose pony-tail. Every member of the IDR team was hand-picked based on their appearance, charisma, and ability to persuade.

Erin stepped off the subway and made her way through the morning rush crowd to the Jacob K. Javits Federal Building in Manhattan. A couple of her colleagues admiringly responded as she passed them, a silent congratulation for the fifteen people from Manhattan and Brooklyn that were saved by her last Intelligence retrieval. The information she retrieved from her previous target turned out to be invaluable in protecting those individuals.

Erin’s pony-tail swayed back and forth as she waltzed through the doorway of her small cubicle and sat down at her cluttered workspace. She re-adjusted the height of her chair and fussed under her breath, “Sean…only he would come into my cubicle and feel free to change things around on my desk.”

Erin silently cussed Sean under her breath for making a mess of the files on her desk and skimmed through them trying to re-establish some kind of order. Within minutes of her arrival at her office, Sean himself stomped in unannounced. He threw his jacket over an armchair and sat down with an angry scowl on his face.

“What’s wrong?” She asked her colleague and a good friend. Well, best friend, actually. But she felt revealing that would just inflate his already sizable ego.

Sean huffed and dramatically crossed his arms across his chest. Shaking his head from side to side, he sighed, “I was sent on an assignment to seduce a young woman and to get some highly important information, but she rejected all my approaches.”

He looked hurt and frustrated. “All of them! Every goddamn fucking sexual advancement I tried fell flat,” he continued. “I used every trick in the book, and she didn’t fall for a single one.”

Erin found that surprising because Sean was a really great-looking guy; young, athletic and loaded with sex appeal. Few women could resist his charm and good looks. Erin and Sean had been on a couple of dates together when she first transferred into the Bureau’s counterintelligence division, but there were no fireworks or magic between them, so they just decided to be good friends with occasional benefits. She understood why he was upset because no one ever said no to Sean’s charm. He had the highest success rate of all the male members of their IDR team.

“I don’t get it,” Sean whined, “I did everything by the book. I was gracious and charming and nice and patient, and I’m good looking and, and..,” he trailed off, lost in his frustrated rambling.

Erin smiled inside. She couldn’t deny that she found it somewhat amusing to see someone reject him occasionally just so his super inflated ego didn’t become even more intolerable. She found it unfortunate that it had to happen on a crucial investigation. The Bureau sent Sean, so that must have meant it was an essential piece of information he needed to retrieve.

“Tell me about her,” Erin urged, intrigued by this woman. There weren’t many women that didn’t faint at Sean’s feet, and Erin would like to meet a female who could actually keep her hands off of him.

“She is remarkably gorgeous; clever and thoughtful,” Sean answered in a more animated response. “She has chestnut brown hair that flows down below her shoulders and big brown eyes that will suck you into a whirlpool of emotions. Her smile lights up the room, and her beautiful teeth are as white as snow. She’s about five-nine or ten, slender frame, nice ass and medium size tits that stick out like ripe oranges. And….”

Erin cut him off in mid-sentence and said, “I didn’t need to hear about those parts of her body. All I wanted was a general summary of her appearance and her demeanor is enough for right now.”

“She was kind of perfect, actually. If it wasn’t for this investigation, I could have fallen for her,” Sean confessed, staring gloomily at the wall over Erin’s left shoulder. It was evident that it was a shock to his self-esteem. “If I had met her on the street or at my favorite Watering Hole, I would have asked her out.”

“Wow…sounds like she made quite an impression on you, Sean.”

“I don’t understand it, I even gave her a PEP, but it had a zilch effect on her,” he continued his ramble, muttering to himself as he expressed more ways of how she ultimately rejected his overtures.

PEP was what the Bureau called a ‘Passion Enhancement Pill.’ The latest invention from the Bureau’s advanced science Division. The name said it all. An agent just had to mix in some DNA of their own and some DNA of their target, and then slip it into the target’s food or drink. One taste of the mixture was enough to get the elements into their bloodstream, causing them to become emotionally attached to that particular agent.

The biochemical effects imitated a lustful attraction or a strong urge in the target to please the person who administered the cocktail. It was more of a surge of emotions that tentatively knocked the target off their feet and overtook them with heightened feelings of affection. It had something to do with the triggering of that part of the cerebellum that was responsible for emotions. The Bureau wasn’t too sure, and most agents never really understood how it worked, but it DID work. And it left the victim in a haze that fogged over their short-term memory of the agent that slipped it to them.

But the mixture wasn’t foolproof, and it only worked if there was already some sort of attraction between the target and the agent. Which was why everyone on the IDR team was uncommonly attractive. Let’s face it, who is drawn to a dull plain-Jane type person? Erin found that somewhat annoying that so much depended on looks, but hey, it came with the job. Erin found it a bit unusual that there was a girl who could actually resist Sean’s good looks and charm. She was especially mystified as to why the PEP had not influenced her.

“Maybe she’s gay,” Erin quipped, trying to get Sean out of his funk. Her comment triggered something in Sean’s mind, because he sprang out of the chair, thanked her, and ran out of her cubicle. Not that she minded, because she had so much paperwork to fill out, it made her head spin. Erin didn’t think anything more about it until her boss, the Special Agent in Charge, (SAC) walked in a couple of hours later.

“Good morning, Special Agent Delacorte. I understand Agent Callahan told you about the situation he is in with his current investigation?” Erin’s boss mentioned.

She nodded, wondering why the SAC came to her cubicle instead of calling her to his office. Technically, Agents weren’t allowed to discuss their investigations with one another. She wondered if she and Sean were in trouble for doing so.

“We weren’t actually discussing any details of his investigation, just general roadblocks he’d run into during the investigation,” she volunteered in their defense.

“It’s okay. You’re not in any trouble. I’m glad you did discuss it because Alexandra Singleton is the daughter of an important individual,” the SAC answered. “He died a couple of weeks ago, and he knew something. Something that we desperately need to know. His daughter, Allie, as she likes to be called refuses to talk to our investigators, stating she doesn’t know anything, but my gut and sources tell me she does. We really need to know his information, but she doesn’t seem to be very responsive to our requests,” the SAC lamented, handing her a file and looking at her expectantly.

“And what do you expect me to do? Call her up and try to get her to open up to me?” Erin inquired, not really knowing where the conversation was going but was getting an ominous feeling the SAC wanted something from her above and beyond her regular duty.

“Well, we sent Mark, Jonathan, and Sean, but none of them were successful with her. So, when Sean came into my office, asking me if our “Person of Interest” (POI) was gay, we did some additional investigating, and found that apparently, she is,” he firmly stated, confirming Erin’s feeling that he was going to ask if she wanted to join the investigation and seduce her.

“The file says that this woman is an attorney, and attorneys are notorious when it comes to not talking to law enforcement,” Erin mentioned. “So being gay may not be the reason the other agents fail to get information from her.”

“I still think a woman, gay or straight, would relate better to another woman even if that other woman was part of law enforcement,” the SAC contended.

“So, what are you saying?” Erin asked with a definite hint of suspicion in her voice.

The SAC sheepishly smiled and inquired, “Do you want to try your luck at seducing her? Maybe you can charm her, like you do most men, into giving up the information we need.”

“There is just one small detail,” Erin explained. “The POI is a gay female, and I’m not gay. What if she expects me to…? uh, you know? How am I supposed to handle that type of situation?”

The SAC smiled and nodded his head. He acted as though he was not asking her to do anything out of the ordinary. The subtle pressure was on her to answer his unspoken question. He stared intently into Erin’s eye as though he genuinely wanted her to answer in the affirmative.

“Again, what do you want from me?” Erin inquired, noting he hadn’t really answered her question. She wanted him to go on record with the request so that down the road no one could accuse her of being attracted to women.

“Well, since you have the highest success rate with men it would only seem logical to send you, even though you’re straight,” the SAC explained, looking ruefully at the floor.

“Oh my, God! Do you expect me to have sex with her?”

The SAC stared Erin in the eyes like he had not just implied something totally bazaar. He waited for her affirmation.

Erin gasped and scowled, “Oh my God. You do expect me to have sex with her if it comes down to that; don’t you!

The SAC was still reluctant to make it a direct order. “I can’t tell you how to conduct your investigation, Agent Delacorte, but I have no doubt that you can handle yourself resourcefully in any given situation.”

“You did hear me when I said I’m not gay,” she re-emphasized. She tried to argue her point, but she knew that her sexual preference didn’t really matter when given an assignment. After all, she had seduced many men she wasn’t attracted to either. In the Bureau, it didn’t really matter what her own sexual attractions were when it came to completing the assignment.

The SAC didn’t show any signs of withdrawing his request and waited quietly for her answer. Erin felt the tension building in the room, and it was anything but subtle. She viewed his request as a no-win situation for her. If she refused her career could be affected. If she agreed her career could be affected. She tossed the dice in her head and went for the gamble.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go. I’ll give it a try, I’m making no promises of success,” she relented and saw her boss’ face light up.

“Thank you, Agent Delacorte. In that file is the basic information, a more specific analysis will follow,” he stated, quickly walking out of her cubicle. Erin flipped through the file and immediately noticed a photo of Miss Allie Singleton that confirmed she was indeed a stunningly beautiful young woman. Allie’s smile alone was enough to encourage Erin to want to learn more about her. Erin had never been attracted to a woman, but Sean was right when he said that she had big brown eyes that would suck you into a whirlpool of emotions. Allie’s full lips were admittedly alluring, and for the first time in her memory, Erin felt the urge to kiss another woman.

“Well, no time like the present for a lesbian romp,” Erin muttered to herself.

Erin spent the next hour digging deeper into the file, flipping through the notes, memorizing everything she needed to know to charm Miss Singleton into giving up the information. This was a whole new playing field. Seducing guys was easy for Erin. She’d give them a flirty look, do a cute wink, and they always came lining up. But charming a woman? She had no clue. She had searched for some tips on the internet, but it was going to be one hell of a challenge. She’d need some input from Sean.

Allie was twenty-six years old and had held a stable job at a very prestigious law firm for a couple of years already. She had skipped a couple of grades in high school and graduated first in her class at law school. So that partially explained why she was already at the top of her profession, Erin conjectured. Erin found that she could honestly relate to Allie Singleton’s success since she too had risen quickly in her profession and was one of the youngest agents assigned to the FBI’s Counterintelligence team.

Erin continued to study the file and found that luckily the agents before her had gotten to know Allie on some level. They discovered that she liked red roses but preferred white ones. She sometimes drank imported beer, but really preferred expensive wines and exotic cocktails. All that kind of stuff was helpful in planning her initial approach to seduction. Erin firmly believed that if she played her cards right, the seduction might work. Even though she was not gay and had never partaken in a gay experience; it could indeed work. Erin felt an enormous surge of excitement when she visualized, pressing her lips to Allie’s soft sensual lips. She felt a slight tingling in her groin. This was a whole new experience for Erin, and she could feel her pulse quicken at the thought of being with another woman. That was something she had never seriously considered before this assignment.

“Wasn’t there a saying about lesbian dating?” Erin tapped her chin and mumbled to herself. She thought for a minute, then remembered the saying. “What do lesbians bring on a second date? Something about a U-Haul. Oh, yes…The U-Haul lesbian or U-Haul lesbian syndrome is a joke referring to the fact that lesbians often tend to move in together on the second date.”

Erin closed the file and chuckled to herself, “Anyway, I always heard lesbians fall extremely fast so that could play in my advantage, right? The sooner I get her to trust me, the sooner I get the information, and the sooner I return to my normal seduction duties. Let’s get this show on the road and get it over with.”

Erin phoned ahead and made an appointment to see Miss Singleton. She was told Miss Singleton was free all morning and to come right over. Erin looked in the mirror of the women’s restroom in the Federal Building and quickly checked her hair and makeup before leaving to meet with Allie Singleton. Erin felt like a teenager going on her first date. After all the preparations, Erin felt confident she would succeed.

When Erin walked in the front door of Miss Singleton’s law office, she was warmly greeted by the young receptionist at the front desk. The receptionist buzzed Miss Singleton and was instructed to escort her to Miss Singleton’s private office. The young lawyer was wearing a bright yellow sundress with daisies and a low neckline that revealed a lot of cleavage; not at all what Erin expected of a professional woman. Erin’s eye went first to Allie’s exposed cleavage and then up to Allie’s sensual lips. Her actions didn’t go unnoticed by the young lawyer. She smiled and offered her hand to Erin.

After shaking Miss Singleton’s warm hand, there was a peculiar flutter in Erin’s stomach, but she wrote it off as nerves. Erin sat down in a comfortable, wingback chair opposite of her POI. This was, after all, her very first assignment that involved seducing another woman. It felt daring and somewhat thrilling. Erin felt her heart flutter. She couldn’t remember ever experiencing that while seducing a male POI.

“How can I help you, Miss Delacorte, or is it Mrs. Delacorte?”

“It’s Miss Delacorte, and I’m just here for a quick consult. I’m not even sure if I have a case,” Erin stammered, going with a cover story Sean, and she made up. Erin’s eyes kept being drawn to the young lawyer’s cleavage and couldn’t stop herself from blushing. Erin began to feel like she was losing focus on her assignment.

Miss Singleton noticed Erin eyeing her bosom and felt flattered. She picked up a yellow legal pad and a pen. She smiled across the desk and asked Miss Delacorte to begin at the beginning. The woman’s smile caused Erin to shiver and hesitate for a moment. This was so unlike Erin, and she told herself to get a grip.

“For the past few months, I had been living with my ex-girlfriend, but some stupid things happened. Without warning, we broke up, and the bitch threw me out on the street”. Erin realized she was speaking unusually fast and told herself to slow down.

“She even changed the locks and won’t let me back in, but I still have a lot of stuff there. Like a lot of CDs, some furniture, some clothes,” Erin protested.

Miss Singleton was writing on the legal pad, and Erin stopped to let her catch up. The young lawyer noticed Erin’s pause, looked up, and gestured with her hand for Erin to continue.

“Is there something that can be done legally to retrieve my personal belongings from my now EX-GIRLFRIEND?” Erin inquired, making sure Miss Singleton got the point that her EX was undoubtedly a girl. Sean had made sure that the facts of the grievance wouldn’t be enough to make a valid civil case, but at the same time, he made sure it didn’t seem like a silly complaint.

“And did you and your ex-girlfriend have some sort of contract? A written agreement? Something of the nature that would be legally binding in a court of law?” Miss Singleton requested, scribbling down some obscure words.

Erin tried to decipher what was being scribbled on the legal pad, but couldn’t make heads nor tales of it. She thought only doctors had terrible handwriting, but Miss Singleton’s penmanship was worse than any doctor she knew.

“No, it’s her house, and I only moved in a couple of months ago,” Erin explained. “I didn’t think about us ever breaking up. I didn’t even think about changing my address yet because it was such a hassle, so officially I still live in a tiny apartment that I bought a couple of years ago. I was going to sell it, and now I’m glad I didn’t do that,” Erin lied.

Well, it wasn’t a complete lie. Erin did buy her own condo when she started working for the Bureau, and she had tried to sell it once because it was so tiny, but apparently, she had gotten too attached to a place and took it off the market.

“I’m sorry, but from all I’ve heard so far I don’t think you have anything on legal grounds,” Miss Singleton responded, turning over her legal pad while giving Erin an apologetic smile.

The smile caused Erin to blush, and she quietly assured herself again that she wasn’t into girls, but she had to admit Miss Singleton was indeed a remarkably stunning woman. Her smile alone made Erin feel warm inside. It was a totally unexpected reaction. Allie Singleton did have beautiful brown eyes and a smooth, velvety voice. She was utterly Sean’s type, and Erin understood why he was so upset by her rebuff.

“Okay, thanks anyway,” Erin stammered, quickly standing up and offering her hand to Miss Singleton. Erin felt a rush of adrenalin when their hands touched again. It made her blush again, and her panties moist. She hoped Allie did not smell her arousal. That would only add to the awkwardness. It wasn’t like Erin to give up so quickly, but she felt the need to get away before she destroyed her chances of ever successfully retrieving the information. Erin walked to the door and stopped. Oddly enough, she found herself strongly attracted to the young lawyer. Then after a little pause, she turned around, pretending she just made up her mind about something.

There was an anxious pause, then Erin without considering a possibility of rejection artfully proposed, “I don’t want to be out of line, Miss Singleton, but is there a chance you would want to go have a drink with me some time?” Erin gave Miss Singleton her signature wink. It was a bold move, but she needed to regain control of the seduction.

Allie was surprised at Erin’s directness. She hadn’t expected to be hit on by a new client. The puzzled look on Allie’s face revealed more than she wanted to be known. She was excited that this woman was apparently asking her out on a date, but she didn’t want to reveal that fact. Allie didn’t answer immediately. Erin held her breath and waited. Even though Erin deemed herself straight, she had once wondered what it might be like to experiment with another woman because one night while drinking with her college roommate the roommate had suggested it might be fun to get naked and cuddle. Erin briefly considered it, but it never happened. However, Erin had to admit that the temptation was there. She’d had just enough to drink that eating her roommate’s pussy was beginning to make sense to her. It was exciting and different, and she almost succumbed to her roommate’s urging. Now she was feeling the same excitement rushing through her again, and this time, she was secretly hoping that it would happen.

When Allie saw Erin’s eagerness and the hopeful look in her eyes, she knew it was more than just a drink she wanted. With a look of skepticism on her face, she replied, “Well…I don’t usually date a client, and I’m not usually a spur-of-the-moment type girl.” Allie’s charming smile broadened, and she hesitantly stared into Erin’s eyes. Allie wanted to accept but was afraid the motive behind the invitation could be suspect.

Erin quickly countered with a wink and a smile. It was time to fish or cut bait Erin reasoned. “Perhaps I was too brusque with you. I do that sometimes when I get excited. Let me start over. First of all, I’m not a client because you just said I have no case. And…and if I may be so bold, I can tell by your expression that you want to accept my invitation.”

A blush crept across the young lawyer’s cheeks, and Erin held a triumphant smile back. No man could ever resist Erin’s wink, and apparently, neither could young lesbian lawyers. Erin waited for another second, staring into Miss Singleton’s alluring brown eyes. She had to admit that Miss Singleton really was beautiful. Every bit as beautiful as Sean had said.

Allie hesitated a bit longer, and Erin continued to hold her breath. “There is a chance, yes, but you will have to call me Allie. Miss Singleton is a bit too formal, don’t you think?” Erin beamed, her face lighting up.

Sean, Zero. Erin, One. Popped into Erin’s head. Not that she was keeping score, but she felt a rush of excitement that she was able to score a date with Allie Singleton and Sean couldn’t.

“Great, how about you call me, Erin?” Erin replied, taking the lead as confidently as she possibly could.

In reality, Erin felt very insecure and vulnerable at that point. Miss Singleton could have easily said no. She wondered if men always had to go through that uneasy feeling when meeting a new woman? She was developing a new respect for Sean and his skills at seducing women. It’s kind of daunting to have to take the lead in a new relationship and risk rejection. She had a better perception of why Sean was so down after being unsuccessful with Allie Singleton.

Allie nodded, grabbed one of her business cards from her desk, and scribbled her cell phone number on the back. Erin took the card and placed in her pocket without looking at it.

“I’ll call you tonight,” Erin chirped. “Just breathe. Play it cool,” she told herself. She needed to make a graceful exit.

Allie nodded her head and flashed Erin a stunning smile, that made Erin a little bit lightheaded. She hadn’t felt so giddy since junior high school. She turned around and tried to stride out of the office gracefully, but couldn’t keep her eyes off Allie’s cleavage. Wrong move. Before she knew it, she’d walked into the door frame, banging her head loudly against it.

“Ouch. Shit,” Erin yelped, rubbing her head that was turning red, not from the bang, but from embarrassment. She couldn’t remember being so clumsy. No, she was always the one in control, but something about this beautiful young woman made her all skittish inside.

Allie ran towards Erin and took her head in the palms of her hands. “Let me see. Are you hurt?” Allie pulled Erin’s head down to check the rising knot. “It looks fine, but it might turn into a nasty bump later,” Allie stated while examining Erin’s head and pulling her face within a few inches of her cleavage. Erin could smell Allie’s perfume and was tempted to lean the few inches further and place a kiss on Allie’s breast.

“What was going on here,” Erin asked herself? She had never felt like this around anyone and staring at another woman’s boobs? And feeling the urge to kiss them? Completely not her thing. She was consumed with embarrassment.

“Thank you. Anyway. I should be going. I’ll call you,” Erin awkwardly muttered, quickly turning away and walking cautiously out of Allie’s office, trying really hard not to embarrass herself further.

Allie smiled and watched her retreat down the corridor. “I’ll be looking forward to your call. I’ll be home around seven. Call me,” Allie called to her, feeling the excitement of all the possibilities forming in her mind.

Erin returned to her office and busied herself with paperwork. It was only just three in the afternoon, but Erin was already getting nervous that she had promised to call Allie that night. But at the same time, she was certainly looking forward to it. “Yeah, I definitely hit my head harder than I thought,” Erin mumbled to herself.

Erin thumbed through the file for the fifth time, thinking about the best strategy to make Allie fall for Her. Without knocking, Sean was at her desk, asking for details of her meeting with Allie Singleton.

“How did it go? Did you strike out like the rest of us,” Sean asked, almost gleefully?

Erin intentionally kept her face buried in the file and smirked, “She gave me her number and asked me to give her a call. Does that sound like I struck out,” Erin gloated?

Sean couldn’t hide his surprise and inquired, “What do you plan on doing next?”

“Well, first of all, I should give her a call tonight, ask her out for drinks and then get her tipsy enough so I can quiz her about the information her father had.”

“No…no, you get her tipsy and then move in for a kiss,” Sean advised. “You want to seduce her first then quiz her for the information. You have to treat her like you would a male target. Make her fall for you and then extract the information.”

“I bet it really turns you on thinking about two women kissing,” Erin laughed.

“To be truthful, yes it does, but I offer the suggestion as a means to achieve your goal.”

“That sounds like a plan you and your guy friends make when you go out with a female POI or with any woman for that matter. I always thought it was wicked and deceitful, but now I almost understand. Trying to get a girl to respond to your advances is difficult. Hooking up with a guy is so easy, Erin thought. You give them a brief look, and within ten seconds they come up to you. You make some brief conversation, gaze into their eyes, and lean in close. Before you know it, they would be kissing you.”

“Erin…have you ever kissed a girl?”

Erin paused for a moment as though she was in deep thought and then answered in a low voice, “No.”

Sean could detect a bit of regret in her reply.

“I thought all normal teenage girls had sleepovers in high school where they talked about boys and practiced kissing techniques on each other.”

“I don’t guess I was a normal teenager because I never did anything like that,” she explained.

“Have you ever wondered what it would be like to kiss another girl or have you ever had the urge to kiss another girl?”

“Have you ever kissed another guy or had the urge to kiss another guy,” she countered?

“Yuk! Guys don’t do things like that; at least normal guys don’t,” Sean answered.

“Okay, …don’t assume I would feel any different about that subject,” Erin remarked.

“Okay…I told you how I would do it, now why don’t you tell me how you planned to seduce Miss Singleton,” Sean urged again?

“I plan to take your advice, ply her with alcohol until she gets tipsy, then lean in and see if she kisses me,” Erin smiled.

“And if she doesn’t take the bait and kiss you; then what?”

“I will find a way to kiss her,” Erin responded. “This is a new playing field for me, and I will try to mix my knowledge of seducing a man with what I know a woman wants during a seduction. Hopefully, it will turn out to be successful.”

“When are you going to take her out?”

“As I said, she asked me to call her tonight around seven,” Erin answered.

“No…no! You need to take her out tonight. You need to strike while the iron is hot! She is obviously hot for your company,” Sean argued.

“I don’t want to sound too desperate, Sean. I may scare her off if I pounce too soon after meeting her.”

“Trust me, Erin, you won’t scare her off. I have been in this same situation many times. Pick up the phone and call her right now.

Erin held Sean’s gaze for a moment and then replied, “Okay…you talked me into it. Now get the hell out of here so I can concentrate on what I have to say.”

Sean smiled and left the room while Erin picked up the phone and dialed Allie’s cell number. Allie didn’t recognize the number but picked it up on the second ring anyway.

Erin launched into an apology. “I am sorry for calling you this early. I know it’s only four o’clock, but I couldn’t wait until seven to call you. I am boiling over with excitement and want to see you tonight.”

There was a prolonged pause from Allie and Erin’s first thought was that she had angered Allie by jumping the gun and calling before seven. Erin felt a pain in her heart and was cursing herself, thinking that she had sabotaged the planned seduction. She was struggling for her next breath when Allie responded, “I am so glad you called. I have not been able to get a thing done all afternoon. I too am excited about having a drink with you. In fact, I was fighting the urge to call you when my cell phone rang.”

Erin released the breath she had been holding and gasped, “Oh my, God. I feel like a school girl going to her first dance. Is there any chance we can go for that drink tonight?”

“Are you familiar with a small Bar off Columbus Circle called “Dan’s Den?”

“Yes, I’ve been there a few times with friends,” Erin answered.

“You want to meet me there around eight…ish?”

“Absolutely! I’ll see you then,” Erin remarked with a noticeable sound of excitement in her voice. Allie hung up, and Erin’s heart fluttered. A warm wave of electricity moved through Erin and sent a tickling to her groin.

Erin spent the next three hours studying the Singleton file and planning her seduction strategy. She always kept a few outfits in her locker at work just in case she had an unplanned outing and didn’t have time to go home to change. She found a short purple and white sundress and slipped it on. It was low cut and showed a lot of cleavage. She looked at herself from different angles then decided to remove her bra. The dress came down to mid-thigh and offered a good view of her long thin legs. The thought of Allie admiring her legs and breasts sent a shudder through Erin. She checked her makeup, blotted her lips on a tissue, and then set out for her rendezvous with Allie.

The music was loud, and it took a few minutes for Erin’s eyes to adjust to the low lighting in the bar. The beautiful young lawyer was already there when Erin arrived. She had selected a private booth in a dark corner near the restrooms. Erin took a deep breath and moved toward the booth. Allie stood, and they went through the obligatory female ritual of hugging and kissing each other on the cheek. Erin settled in the booth across from Allie and ordered a Tom Collins. Allie ordered her second Manhattan. The music was so loud they found they had to lean in across the table to hear one another.

When the waitress brought their drinks, she pointed to a handsome, well-dressed man seated at the end of the bar and informed them that he had paid for that round of drinks. Erin and Allie smiled and then hoisted their glasses in a symbolic toast to the man. He smiled and toasted them back.

Every round after that, the man insisted on paying, so Allie and Erin decided to let him. A few hours of chit chat and more than a half dozen drinks, Erin was beginning to feel woozy. Her judgment was becoming cloudy. She knew she needed to dial it back a bit and regain control of the situation, but Allie’s charm reduced her professional reasoning to pure lust. The man at the bar kept buying the rounds, and they accepted them graciously. Both Erin and Allied had consumed more alcohol than usual. Erin decided to go to the restroom and collect her thoughts. When she got up to go the drinking caused her to lose balance, and she fell back into the booth, exposing her pantie covered crotch. A wet spot was clearly visible on her light blue panties.

She looked over, and Allie was staring at her silk covered groin, and Erin wasn’t in any hurry to cover it. Allie mumbled something under her breath that Erin couldn’t make out. From the smile on Allie’s face, Erin assumed it was something flattering. Erin struggled to her feet and said, “I have to go pee. Don’t let anyone steal my seat.”

When Erin returned, she slid into the seat next to Allie and said, “I hope you don’t mind if I change to this side of the table. I can barely hear what you are saying half the time.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Allie answered, “In fact, I was tempted earlier to suggest you move over here, but wasn’t sure if you would take it as me being too aggressive.”

“Aggressive? Never”, Erin slurred.

Allie blushed and leaned toward Erin. The moment for their first kiss had arrived. Erin leaned toward Allie and closed her eyes.

Lost in the moment, Erin fought her reluctance to kiss Allie in public. This would be the first time she had ever kissed another woman. Her mind was telling her that people will see the kiss and think she is gay, but her body was screaming, “Go ahead; who cares what they think?”

Moments before their lips touched, they were interrupted by the man from the bar sliding into the booth across from them. They both turned to face him at the same time. He seemed oblivious to the shock on their faces.

“I figured since I have been sending drinks to you two all evening, it was about time I came over and formally introduced myself,” he slurred.

Allie was the first to respond. “We appreciate the drinks, but we don’t want or need any company.”

“Now why would a couple of good-looking women like you two not want the company of a handsome gentleman such as myself?”

“Because…like you said we are a COUPLE. You know…like we are dating each other,” Allie smirked.

The man’s jaw dropped, and his face turned a crimson red as Allie’s words sunk into his drunken mind. He shouted, “Why in the hell didn’t you tell me you were a couple of Lezzies when I sent the first drinks? Why in the fuck did you let me waste my money sending drinks all evening?”

Erin realized the man was on the verge of exploding. She slipped out of the booth taking Allie’s hand and guiding her to the front door. As they made their exit, Allie looked back to see the man still spouting obscenities.

Erin was so wet between her legs that her panties were sticking to her swollen labia. They stumbled across the parking lot clinging to each other to maintain their balance. Allie suddenly paused in her steps and pushed Erin against a mini-van. They both stood there, staring into each other’s alcohol glazed eyes. Erin wanted Allie to kiss her, and she thought Allie wanted the same thing. Neither dared to make the first move. Erin’s whole body was aching with desire to experience her first passionate female on female kiss. Allie leaned in slowly maintaining eye contact. When their lips touched, Erin closed her eyes as an electric wave moved from her lips to her groin. Erin was weak at the knees, and Allie had to pull her close to prevent her from falling. After a moment, Erin opened her eyes and started to say something, but Allie swiftly moved in for another kiss before Erin was able to say another word. The kiss was everything Erin had hoped it would be. Erin put her hand behind Allie’s neck and pulled her closer as the kiss intensified, and Erin slipped her tongue into Allie’s mouth. Allie’s right hand moved to Erin’s left breast.

Erin’s nipple was hard as a diamond as Allie gently pinched it through her sundress. Allie’s lips moved to Erin’s neck then to the top of her breast, placing wet kisses. Erin wanted to feel Allie’s lips on her nipple and told her so. Allie brought her lips to Erin’s ear and whispered, “I want you right here!”

Erin felt the same way, but was sober enough to know that wouldn’t be wise and suggested they go to her apartment. Allie said, “I have a better idea. Come with me.” She grabbed Erin’s hand, pulled her away with her before she could respond. They moved quickly across the parking lot while they both giggled.

They continued holding hands until they found themselves standing in front of Allie’s Silver Mercedes-Maybach S 560 4MATIC Sedan. There was dark limo tint on every window except the front windshield. Allie smiled and dramatically gestured while pointing with her hand, palm upward, “Madam, your chariot awaits. Or our hotel room; whichever.”

Allie opened the door for Erin and motioned her to sit. Erin backed into the seat, plopped down and swung one leg into the car then her other leg, exposing her light blue silk panties for Allie to see. Erin glanced up in time to see Allie looking up her dress at her panties. Allie licked her lips and grinned as she mumbled something under her breath.

Allie walked around the car, entered through the driver’s door, and sat beside Erin. Erin’s pussy was still wet from their last kiss. Allie placed her hand on Erin’s exposed thigh and gently stroked while gazing into her eyes. Erin closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Allie’s hands were soft and feminine to the touch. Erin moaned softly as Allie tactfully advanced up Erin’s inner thigh toward her soaking pussy. Erin couldn’t wait any longer and grasped Allie’s hand and moved it to her panty covered vagina. Their lips came together in another passionate kiss.

Allie began stroking Erin’s clit through her panties and pressed a button on the side of the passenger seat, and the seat slowly moved into a horizontal position. Allie kept her hand busy between Erin’s legs and started gradually increasing her rhythm on Erin’s swollen clit. Erin was gasping for air and urgently needed to cum.

Allie moved onto the seat with Erin and continued to passionately kiss her while slipping her finger under her panties to make direct contact with her wet pussy. Erin spread her legs to give Allie easy access. Allie hooked her thumbs on both sides of Erin’s panties and slid them down in one skillful movement.

Allie then removed Erin’s shoes and placed Erin’s legs over each of her shoulders and moved in to kiss her swollen labia gently. Erin gasped as Allie began placing wet kisses on her thighs. Allie moved slowly up Erin’s thighs and gently blew on her clit. She circled the tip of Erin’s clit with her tongue as it emerged from under its protective hood. She sucked it between her lips and flicked it several time with her tongue. Erin gasped and pushed her vagina hard against Allie’s mouth. Allie sucked harder and began to hum sending shock waves through Erin’s loins.

Erin was close to cumming and started vigorously grinding her pussy against Allie’s flickering tongue. Allie knew Erin was close and slipped her index finger into Erin’s tight little asshole and wiggled it. No one had ever toyed with her anus before, and that was all it took to send Erin over the edge. Erin became more animated and squeezed Allie’s head between her thighs. Erin screamed, “Oh my God! Oh, fuck! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh, I’m cummming!”

Erin’s orgasm caused her to shake and shudder, but Allie never stopped the finger fucking and licking combination until Erin began to recover from her orgasm. Then she removed Erin’s dress and started to lick and suck on her hard nipples. When Erin’s vagina finally ceased spasming, Allie pulled back with her face glistening with Erin’s juices and chuckled, “I think you liked that.”

Erin was still shaking with her post orgasm come-down and still trying to catch her breath when Allie said, “How could you tell? What gave it away?”

Erin persisted with her playful teasing while pulling Allie’s dress over her head. Erin took one of Allie’s nipples into her mouth and sucked hard while circling the tip with her tongue. Erin’s thoughts at that moment were how sexy Allie looked and how much she wanted to experience the pleasure of tasting another woman’s pussy; something she never considered before kissing Allie. Erin moaned softly and pulled Allie up to her mouth while inserting two fingers into Allie’s pussy. It was wet and warm, and Erin could feel Allie’s vaginal walls tighten around her invading digits. She liked the way it felt and couldn’t wait to feel it tighten around her tongue. Erin licked her own juices off Allie’s soft lips and then brought her fingers to her lips to taste the juices from its original source. It was salty and fragrant. Allie tasted and smelled like a woman should taste and smell. A shiver passed through Erin’s body, and she knew she wanted to experience more, much more.

Erin climbed on top of Allie and aggressively kissed her lips, cheeks, and neck. She skillfully moved to her breast and then trailed kisses down to her navel. Allie was not wearing panties, and Erin reinserted two fingers in her wet pussy as she circled Allie’s navel with her tongue. Erin looked up at Allie as though seeking approval to continue. Allie placed her hand on Erin’s head and pushed her in the directed they wanted. Allie toyed with her stiff nipples as Erin placed wet kisses on each thigh. A minute later Erin was nibbling on Allie’s clit. That was something she never dreamed she would do to another woman, but now that she was, she never wanted to stop. The thought of sucking on another woman’s clit caused Erin to have a mild orgasm. She wanted to make Allie cum and give her the same pleasure.

Allie’s pussy was so amazingly wet. Allie was very close to a formidable climax, and Erin was well aware of it. She wanted to make Allie’s orgasm memorable, so she began to hum, “Mmmmmm.” Allie stiffened, and her entire body tensed while she shook and quivered intensely. She was murmuring and squealing in pleasure. Erin was pleased with the results and had another mild orgasm herself.

It took a while for Allie to recover. She pulled Erin up to her lips and kissed her passionately. They laid there silently for a moment, just gazing into each other’s eyes. Erin was the first to speak. “Did I do it right?”

“What do you mean did you do it right? It was amazing. It was wonderful. I can’t begin to put into words how fantastic it truly was.”

“I have to confess that was my first time ever making love to another woman.” As soon as the words left Erin’s mouth, she realized she was about to blow her cover. She hoped Allie didn’t catch her faux pas.

“Your first time with another woman? What about the ex-girlfriend what kicked you out of her apartment?”

“We were just roommates. I don’t know why I referred to her as an ex-girlfriend.” Erin pulled Allie into another passionate kiss. Their tongues danced and wrestled for several minutes. They soon fell asleep in each other’s arms.

At precisely five in the morning, Erin awoke to her phone vibrating. She managed to grab it before it woke up Allie. It was Sean, so Erin’s first reaction was, “Why in the hell is he calling me at five o’clock in the morning?” But then she thought, “The perverted son-of-a-bitch just wants to hear about my date with Allie.” She mumbled to herself, “Screw him, he can wait until I get to the office.” and let it go to voicemail.

Erin looked at Allie, who was still sleeping peacefully. Her naked breasts were rising and falling with each breath. Erin felt herself get wet as she replayed their earlier lovemaking session. Her first lesbian experience was better than she could have ever imagined. It had all happened in just the span of one day. She had reluctantly accepted an assignment that required her to seduce another female. She fought it, telling herself she could never be with to another woman; even if it was part of her job requirement. She was straight, and it went against everything she had ever believed about love and romance. However, that was before she came face to face with Allie. The magic seemed to be there from the beginning. It was hard to understand, but they’d had an indescribable connection from the very start. Erin still felt a strong desire to be with Allie.

She couldn’t help herself and lean forward, taking one Allie’s nipples into her warm wet mouth. Allie sighed but stayed in deep slumber. Erin kissed her way down to Allie’s thighs, and Allie made a slight purring sound but remained asleep. It was when Erin clamped her lips on Allie’s clit and sucked that she awakened with a start. It took only a moment for Allie to realize what was happening. She squeezed Erin’s face between her thighs and ran her fingers through her hair. When Erin inserted her tongue, Allie pulled her face deep into her crotch and began grinding her pussy against Erin’s tongue. Erin inserted her index finger into Allie’s anus and started a slow in and out sawing motion. Allie was almost out of her mind from the intense pleasure. In less than two minutes, Allie began to convulse and flooded Erin’s mouth with her juices. After Allie came down from her orgasm, she returned the favor. Erin’s orgasm was just as intense as Allie’s. They held each other until they both had recovered from their orgasms.

They were in the middle of another passionate kiss when Allie broke their kiss and stared into Erin’s eyes and said, “Tell me more about this so-called ex-girlfriend or roommate whichever the case may be.”

“That’s a long story, and I am hungry,” Erin stammered, “Let’s go to breakfast; my treat.”

Allie started to say something else, but Erin gave her a quick kiss on the lips and then started searching for her clothes. Seemingly satisfied with Erin’s response, Allie smiled warmly and began getting dressed. When they were both dressed, they drove to an all-night diner. They got out of the vehicle with their hair disheveled and their clothes wrinkled. Allie walked around the car and slipped her arm around Erin’s waist and planted a one minute, full-on, tilted-head, kiss on Erin’s lips before breaking it off, and strategically placing her hand on Erin’s butt and giving it a hearty squeeze. Men entering the diner stopped to view the sexy kiss. Erin stood, momentarily stunned with her jaws hanging. She still wasn’t comfortable with kissing another female in public.

Allie saw Erin’s shock and responded with her usual sharp wit, “There you go, Erin. That’s my encore to help make your day go a little faster until tonight when I expect a repeat of last night’s performance.” Erin giggled, took Allie by the hand and they walked towards the door of the Diner. A man opened the door and stepped aside to allow them to enter.

After an excellent breakfast, Allie dropped Erin at her apartment. Erin had just enough time for a quick shower and a change of clothes before heading to the subway station. When Erin walked into her cubicle, she found the SAC and Sean both eagerly waiting for a report on last night’s contact with Miss Singleton. The SAC was first to speak when he stood up and said, “Were you able to retrieve the information, Agent Delacorte?”

His bluntness and terseness pissed Erin off. No good morning, Agent Delacorte. No, how are you this morning, Agent Delacorte? Just were you successful, Agent Delacorte. Erin had to bite her tongue to keep from responding with the same curtness.

“She invited me to her home for dinner tonight. I am more than sure I will successfully retrieve the desired information at that time”, Erin answered in a professional response, then sat down at her desk.

The SAC abruptly turned toward the door and uttered over his shoulder, “Keep me informed of your progress.”

Erin watched him as he retreated toward his office, then turned to Sean, and tersely snapped, “What?”

Sean was almost afraid to speak. He took a deep breath and daringly asked, “Did you get to kiss her? Were her lips as soft as they look? Did she kiss you back? Was she….”

“Whoa! Slow down pervert. Give me a chance, and I will answer all your perverted questions,” Erin Barked.

A devious smile spread across Erin’s face, and she decided to tease Sean and make him horny for the rest of the day. She held up two fingers, forming a “V” while wiggling her tongue through them; the universal sign for licking pussy.

Sean turned red and excitedly gasped, “She ate your pussy? No way! Did she really eat your pussy?”

Erin smiled and said, “I’ll never tell. Now get your perverted ass out of my office and let me get my work done.”

Sean was mumbling to himself like an idiot, and there was a prominent bulge in his pant as he stumbled out of her office. Erin felt her panties get moist as she replayed the previous night in her head.

To Be Continued…….

Introduction:

Hi All, it’s been a long time since I posted. I hope you enjoy this story. Comments positive and negative are very much appreciated but advertising in the comments line isn’t! If you can help me and give me ideas to take that story further, that is appreciated also!!

My niece Sophie is 18. My sister-in-law brought her up single handedly but due to her disastrous relationship with Sophie’s father my idiot of a brother, who has now passed away, she had reared Sophie in a very sheltered environment. Sophie is socially inept, very innocent – not how a teenager should be. She is 5’3”, very petite, blonde, developing budding breasts and I know she has a huge crush on me.

She helps in the summer holidays at my stables, taking care of mine and my clients’ horses. She adores horses and my sister feels this environment is right for her, I feel it is holding her back and she should be socialising with people her own age but I respect my sister-in-law’s wishes.

I am more aware of her attraction towards me particular this summer, I cannot deny I am flattered by her attention and I am also finding myself watching her more and more. She wears tight little t-shirts, no bra and most of the time pink tight jodhpurs which cling to her svelte figure, revealing the most delicious camel toe, but of course she does not have a clue how tempting she is. She’s easy on the eye and I cannot deny I have lain awake at night stroking my pussy thinking of her numerous times but reprimand myself afterwards, reminding myself she is my niece.

I have been away from the yard most of today, carrying out business off site. Sophie has been on the yard all day, she is more than capable and I am happy to trust my business with her. I finally get back to the yard at 6pm, clients have all gone home and Sophie is finishing off and is upstairs tidying the tack room.

Tired from a day of travelling and viewing horses, I climb the stairs and smile to myself as I hear the kettle go on and Sophie asking whether I want tea or coffee, she is such a kind girl. Walking into the room she shrieks and throws herself at me with a hug, showering me with kisses. I do not know what comes over me, whether it’s the kisses to my collar bone, neck and cheeks or her body rubbing up to mine but I am overcome with the urge to go further.

I manoeuvre my mouth over hers and kiss her then push my tongue against hers licking the seam of her lips. Her mouth opens allowing my tongue into her mouth, sweeping inside over her teeth and tangling with hers. We continue kissing for ages, Sophie pushing herself into my body and moaning softly. The kettle whistling brings our closeness to a stop as she breaks away to deal with it.

I move over to one of old stuffed chairs and perch on it trying to contain feelings inside me which are desperate to act but my conscience says no. My belly is fluttering and my pussy throbs with a dull ache. She reaches over me to reach for a new jar of coffee, her t-shirt rides up exposing her midriff and I lean forward and kiss her fair skin. She smells divine, young soft skin and her body scent, I can’t help but explore the area licking and kissing. She stays in that position, no longer interested in the coffee but grasping the shelf as my mouth explores her.

I venture higher, nudging her top up with my nose, over her ribs. Her heart is beating fast, she moans,

“More, please more.” Letting go of the shelf, coming down off her toes and pulling her t-shirt over her head. She stands now in front of me, my face level with her budding small breasts and her eyes gazing intently at me.

“What do you want Sophie?” I ask.

“I..I..I..I…ddddon’t rrrreally know, I jjjjjjust want mmmmmore!” She stammers. My hands stroke her belly, smoothing her skin, leaning forward my lips enclose over one of her nipples, sucking the flesh into my mouth, licking and grazing my teeth over the bud.

The skin tightens in reaction to my attention and her hand goes to the back of my head, pulling me even closer. I move my mouth to her other bud, repeating the action, she is panting now and I can feel her knees shaking against my leg. I move my leg between hers and pull her down to squat on my thigh putting my hands to her hips to hold her steady.

I continue kissing and licking her all over her front as she clutches my shoulders for balance. Returning to her mouth, I kiss her and immediately her lips open to receive me, our kiss becomes more forceful pushing hard against each other. Sophie is grinding her crotch against my thigh, wiggling herself back and forth on me, I can feel her heat through my leg.

Eventually I break this kiss, my conscience gets the better of me, this is my niece, what am I doing? I push her away and stand up to make the coffee. With my back to Sophie, I hear her gasp, I turn round and she is looking down at the crotch of her jodhpurs which has a dark patch. She looks to me red with embarrassment,

“Oh no! I’ve wet myself, how did that happen?” She is visibly embarrassed and without any hesitation she pulls off her boots, socks and wiggles out of her riding trousers.

Now standing in front of me in a pair of pink panties with an extremely damp patch clearly visible, I place my hands on her shoulders and softly tell her,

“Honey, you haven’t wet yourself at all.” Her brow furrows querying my statement and I try to explain,

“You’re ust turned on from our kissing etc.,” She doesn’t understand, I am so annoyed at my sister-in-law for continuing to keep such a lovely young girl so innocent.

I brush two pads of my fingers over the damp patch and bring them up and smell them, definitely not pee, only a beautiful musky smell of her juices. She watches me intently, I put my fingers under her nose,

“See no pee smell there!” She sniffs cautiously and her face relaxes when my actions confirm my statement. My conscience seems to have disappeared now I have smelt her.

“Sweetheart why don’t you take those wet panties off and sit yourself on the trunk and I will take a look at you.” She instantly complies and shimmies out of her underwear and perches her bottom on the trunk.

Gently kneeling down in front of her, I place my hands on her knees, sliding my hands up her thighs pushing her legs apart. My heart is racing, before me is the most beautiful sight. She has a virtually hairless sit with the tiniest blush of downy hair, prising her puffy lips apart with my thumbs, her inner lips are glistening with her juices. I slide my thumbs up her folds, opening the skin up, pushing her inner labia apart and revealing her already swollen clit. Beads of her juices, white and creamy, secrete from her cunt as I stroke her.

She leans back on her hands, her body flushed and her chest rising and falling with her quickened breathing. I look up at her,

“Is this want you want, Baby?” I ask.

“Aunty I still don’t know what happening but I don’t want you to stop!” She confesses. I lean in and lick up her pussy catching her juices on my tongue and drawing it into my mouth to taste her. She moans and gasps,

“Yes…Oh yes……Do it again pleeease!” I repeat the process, she tastes divine, the more I lick her the more her juices push out. I close my mouth over her budding clit, drawing the sensitive flesh into my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue over it.

She is gasping now, tilting her hips toward my mouth,

“More, more, more, please don’t stop what you’re doing it’s sooo good!”

I continue to suck on her bud, I slide one of my fingers over her lips, coating it in her juices and move it to the entrance of her cunt. Pushing my finger in to first knuckle and then further until it is completely in, her pussy is so tight it confirms my suspicion that she is without doubt a virgin.

Sliding in and out, her pussy clenches against my digit, I insert a second finger stretching her wider, I cannot feel her hymen but it is a common fact that a lot of horse riders, their hymen breaks from all the riding. I turn my fingers palm upwards and start to push them in and out in a pumping action, curling my fingers to stroke her walls. Her hips tilt further into my mouth, as she pants,

“More…..pleeeease don’t stop.”

I can feel her muscles start to tense as she builds to her climax, I continue to suck her clit and fuck her with my fingers, watching her face as she comes with a loud shriek. Her cunt walls milk my fingers as she climaxes and I release the pressure sucking her clit as she peaks and goes over into that special place and continue to gently lick her until her breathing calms.

I lick her juices from her pussy, licking my fingers clean where her cum has pooled in my palm, she watches me intently as I do it. I kneel up higher and kiss her, pulling her to me, her mouth and tongue explore me, tasting her juices.

“Do you taste the same?” She asks, I explain from my experiences everyone is different,

“Do you want to taste me?” I tentatively inquire,

“Yes, please I do.” She responds in an nervous whisper.

It is now late and my sister-in-law will wonder were Sophie is, I want more, I want to let this girl explore me, I don’t want to stop what has now started.

“Sophie, why don’t you give Mum and ring and ask to stay at mine tonight? You mustn’t mention what we have done, I don’t think she’d like it very much.” I warn, Sophie has stayed at mine before so there is no need for her Mum to be suspicious.

She moves way and I hear her seek permission from her Mum to stay over and she comes back smiling from ear to ear.

“Honey, I know your clothes are wet but put your clothes back on to walk over to the house and I will put them in the machine to be cleaned when we get to there.”

We close up the yard and walk across to my house, Sophie seems distant and I am worried that the moment is broken and she is having second thoughts. At the house, I make us some tea and we eat in silence, I am convinced that my opportunity has passed, afraid to push the situation I fill the dishwasher and tell her I am off to shower, leaving her watching the TV, she knows where the spare room is so I leave her to her own devices, disappointed.

I strip off in my bedroom, throwing my dirty laundry into the basket and walk into the ensuite and turn the shower on. Stepping into the hot pummelling jets of water, I wash the day away, soaping my body, slipping my soapy hands between my legs to rub away my unsatisfied excitement from earlier, my body wants more so I decide to leave it until I am in bed and I can use my vibrator.

Drying off in the bathroom, Sophie comes to the doorway completely naked clutching her dirty clothes,

“Mmmm Aunty? Is it okay if I put these clothes in the washing machine?”

“Oh Baby, I am sorry, yes of course! You know where it is, okay to help yourself?” With that she disappears out of the bedroom.

I finish drying off and leaving just a bedside lamp on, I slip into bed relishing in the cool soft sheets. I switch the TV on and flick through the channels, I am restless, although tired, I am unable to sleep. Sophie appears at my bedside completely naked, I turn to her,

“Can I sleep with you in your bed tonight?” she asks.
“Of course, if you want to.” I reply pulling the sheets back to invite her in.

She gets into the bed laying on her back staring up at the ceiling. Something is very much on her mind but I decide not to push it, she will speak when she’s ready, so I continue to try and watch the TV.

From nowhere in a very quiet voice I hear her say

“I liked what you did to me this afternoon.”

“What did you like about it?” I push her.

“Oh you know…… those things…..”

She is obviously very nervous, my fingers itch to pull her to me, to taste her again. My belly flutters and my cunt itches to be stroked but I must take this slow. So I push further,

“What did you enjoy the most, my mouth on your breasts, my fingers stroking you or my mouth tasting you?”

“Oh all of it, my pussy has been aching ever since and I have to keep going to the bathroom and wiping myself as I keep getting so wet. I’m sorry if I wasn’t good enough for you!” She seemed so wound up and upset as she blurted this out.

“Oh come here, my darling!” I put my arm around her shoulders and pull her young nubile body until it touches mine and she lays on her side with her head on my shoulder, I can feel one of her small nipples moving against my side as she breathes, my skin was on fire being so close to her.

The sheet had moved and now exposed my breasts with her head so close I felt her breath ghost over my nipple, it was taking all my willpower not lose control. I rubbed my hand back and forth across her back her young skin so soft against mine. I continued to lay quietly caressing her, trying desperately to quieten my pumping heart.

Furtively, her small hand crept across my belly and starts to stroke the side of my ribs, tentatively moving higher until it encases my breast. Her hand rubs back and forth over my tightened nipple, her fingers skimming over the sensitive flesh. I exhale and let out a gentle moan to show her I appreciate what she was doing in the hope it encouraged her to do more. She continued to rub my aching flesh and I realised I need to more this forward.

“Pinch my nipple, Sophie. Pinch the flesh and roll it between your finger and thumb. Aahhhh that’s it………. not to hard………ohhhhh just right.”

The pleasure and the pain her movement elicited rippled straight down to my core, my pussy felt hot and wet as my juices pushed out. She moved away from my shoulder, I panicked a bit thinking I had put her off but gasped in delight when her small mouth took my other nipple, sucking and laving it with her tongue. My back arched pushing me further into her mouth and my hand moved to the back of her head and gently encouraged her to continue.

Her teeth rasped over the tight knot of flesh.

“Oh yessss.” I hissed. “Rake your teeth over it, suck it hard…..” She willingly obliged pulling my tit deeper into her mouth, her teeth chafing on the sensitive bud and then her tongue licks smoothing the pain away.

She worked over my breasts for some time, alternating her wonderful mouth and her fingers over each mound. Giving me that pleasure and pain buzz that got me off so badly. Eventuall,y she moved down my stomach and my hand on the back of the head gave her a gentle push to encourage her lower.

Sophie lay with her head on my stomach facing my mound, her fingers lightly exploring my bald slit with a clipped runway strip of pubic hair, I slid my legs open, offering her my fully exposed pussy.

“Touch it sweetheart, pleeeeease. My pussy needs your attention, it aches for you to touch me soooo bad.” For two pins I could have grabbed her by the hair and forced her face into my cunt but I didn’t want to frighten her away, she was so new to all this.

Her fingers tentatively slipped between my outer lips, immediately coated in my copious juices, jeeze I was so turned on it was tracking out of my cunt and dripping onto the sheet!

“That’s it baby!” I gasped as her fingers briefly touched my expanding clit as she explored my folds.

“Baby, why don’t you have a taste? I so want to feel your sexy little mouth on my pussy.” I was feeling so frustrated at the slowness of things, I continued to remind myself she was a virgin but my cunt was so turned on it was ruling my mouth too!

Laying on my back, propping myself on my elbows, all I could see was her lovely blonde hair splayed out on my belly. Suddenly she moved from the bed and came around positioning herself between my legs and I could feel her hot breath on my pussy. She looked up at me, looking down on her, her huge blue eyes so full of innocence. I watched her open my pussy lips with her thumbs and gazed fixedly at my juice coated opening, looking back up into my eyes she leaned forward and raked her flattened tongue up my cleft ending at my clit, I could see my creamy juices coating her tongue and she pulled it back into her mouth. Her pupils dilated as she tasted me, savouring my flavour, then she dropped her eyes to my pussy and started to lick fervently.

Her enthusiasm for lapping up my cunt juices had no words, the more she hungrily attacked me, the more turned on I became.

“That’s it baby, lick me, lick all my juice up into you sweet little mouth!”

Her tongue went to my clit, swirling over the engorged bundle of erotic nerves.

“Hey sweetheart? You want to make me cum? You need to suck my clitty, I need it sucked real hard baby.” I reached down with one hand and pulled my inner lips wide open, exposing my swollen button. Placing my finger on it, I rubbed it back and forth.

“See this, this is my clit baby. This is the detonator button, if you treat it right, it will help me cum, you remember me sucking you yesterday and making it all special? I need you to do this for me honey.”

Her dainty mouth closed over my nub and sucked it in. My hips bucked off the bed, she back off a little at my reaction.

“No, no Baby it’s all good, keep sucking, that’s a girl, harder ohhh….harder!” One of my hands fisted the sheet and other kept my pussy lips wide apart as her darling little mouth sucked at my clit, hollowing her cheeks in and out. Her beautiful blue eyes watching my face as the tension built towards orgasm.

“That’s it baby, keeping sucking, don’t stop, don’t stop, you’re gonna make me come real soon!” I arched my hips, the sparks flying behind my eyes, inside my body electric shocks zipping down my legs, building me up until I tipped over the edge, my cunt contracting against nothingness, my legs shaking at the glorious sensations running through my body.

She continued sucking hard, too hard for my body to stand, my clit became too sensitive to cope.

“Whoa baby, not so hard, just gentle licks, just nice gentle licks.” I murmured as my orgasm subsided and my heart stopped racing. She gently licked the cum oozing from my cunt and I reached down to pull her away and on top of me. I kissed her passionately, licking my juices from around and in her mouth, delighting at the taste of myself on her.

“Dddddid I ddddo okkkkay?” she nervously asked.

“Oh darling, more than okay. That was wonderful.” I kissed her again, holding her against me, her dainty little body skin to skin, I rubbed my hands over her back and down to her perky bottom, kneading her cheeks, pushing lowing stroking her pussy. I felt her breath increase against my neck, moaning softly as I caressed her.

“Hey Baby, why don’t you come kneel over my face, let me take a taste of your cunny now? Mmmm? I’m desperate to have another taste of you my darling girl.” Without hesitation she scrambled above me kneeling either side of my head facing the headboard, her wonderful dainty pink pussy just in reach of my hungry mouth.

“Now…… I want you to hold on to that headboard and you’re not to let go, okay?” I demand.

“Okay.” She immediately responded.

I very slowly pointed my tongue and moved it up and down her slit, up to her clit and back towards her cunt hole. Slow steady licks teasing her clit until it started to swell and push past the hood, she moaned so quietly to start with, until my tongue started to flick over her now swollen button. The faster I moved my tongue the louder her moans became until she pushed her pussy onto my face grinding herself down on me.

I moved my mouth over her clit sucking on it, pulling the flesh and distending it until my tongue could rasp back and forth over it’s tip while I continued to suck. It didn’t take long for my little virgin toy’s legs to start to tremble as she built towards the second orgasm in her life and then she went over the edge, panting and rubbing herself over my face. I let her excitement subside a little before I clamped my mouth again over her engorged button and drew the sensitive flesh hard into my mouth.

“No!” she gasped, “I can’t go again, I just can’t! It’s too much!”

I continued to suck relentlessly, sucking in a steady rhythm, my tongue again rubbing over her little clitty. Again she tensed and I sped up my ministrations, she cried out and she went over into another orgasm, gasping for air and the sensations took over her again. I gently licked her over and over as she calmed.

Before she had a chance to move away, I, for a third time clamped my mouth over her.

“Stop, stop! It’s too much, I’ll pee myself, please no more!” She pleaded with me.

“Come on baby, one more pleeease!” I pushed and returned to sucking on her clit.

I held her hips pinned to my face as I worked her over, it took a while this time, I had to go easy on her, I sucked for a bit and then eased off, letting her calm before I built her up again. Eventually I went for it, sucking her harder and harder, reaching up to tweak her tiny little erect nipples pulling them and twisting them between my fingers.

Her legs started to tense, she was panting hard, looking down at me as my cheeks hollowed in and out slurping on her wetness, I could see in her eyes she was so near, so close, until she closed her eyes and let out a loud cry.

“YEEESSSSS I’m cumming!”

I felt her cunt contract and then she let out a stream of fluid from lips directly into my mouth. Yes! I had me a squirter, what a turn on. The fluid tasted so, so sweet as it dribbled into my mouth and I drank it hungrily, lapping up the drops. Her cunt oozed out her cum and I sucked that into my mouth too, dipping my tongue into her hole, tasting her dainty musky sweetness.

“Oh Baby!” I gasped. “You are an absolute delight. I cannot get enough of you my darling!” I gushed with excitement. I pulled her down onto the bed, stroking her hair as I pulled her close to my body until her breathing slowed and I knew she was asleep. I had exhausted the poor girl for sure! I drifted off to sleep myself with a contented look on my face, after all I was the cat who had found the cream!

I awoke early the next morning, to be greeted by the delightful sight of my innocent playmate suckling my nipple, lapping at the tightened, puckered knot of flesh. Her dainty hand, held my large bosom to her mouth as she explored the flesh with her tongue. Immediately my insatiable cunt started to warm and secrete juices. I lay in my half asleep state watching this young girl, transfixed, as she gave my nipple her undivided attention.

How on earth would I be able to keep this young thing to myself, to teach and to show her all the things that her body could give, and take. On one hand I felt riddled with guilt that I was taking advantage of my niece and on the other hand I tried to squash that doubt with the realisation that she was 18 years old and could and should make her own decisions in life. I so wanted to explore this young thing, to taste more and more of her addictive body.

“Baby? What do you think to turning the horses out for the day and coming back her to play some more?” I gently probed.

She continued suckling on me and looked at me with her huge unblinking blue eyes mumbling,

“Yes.”

“Oh honey, did no one ever tell you, you shouldn’t talk with your mouth full!” I chuckled to her.

“Come on, tear yourself away, we’ll quickly get these horses turned out and then we’ll come back to this.” I pulled my tit from her mouth with a plop and got out of bed, quickly dressing in a pair of jeans and shirt, not bothering with any underwear.

“Hey, I have no clothes dry!” Sophie complained. I realised although she had put her clothes in the washing machine, we had forgotten that they need to be dried too.

“Don’t worry have one of my t-shirts and a pair of shorts, they’ll be a bit big but I’ll lend you a belt to keep them up. That’s for the short time you’ll have them on! I’m not hanging around the yard for too long when I have far more interesting things to do!” I exclaimed as I rummaged in my wardrobe to find her something. I found what I was looking for and placed them on the bed for her and went off into the kitchen to grab a quick coffee.

She soon appeared in the doorway and hopped onto the work surface, I had forgotten she was considerably smaller than myself, the vest top barely covered her small breasts and the shorts although short, gaped at the legs exposing plenty of delightful pussy for my ever hungry view.

“Ooooh! I like these on you!” I sidled up to her, nudging the top material away with my mouth and sucking on a nipple, my fingers venturing up her short leg, as she widened her legs to let me in to stroke at her pussy, rubbing my fingers into her folds.

She giggled, pushing me away.

“Come on horses first, the rest later!” Reluctantly I moved away, cheekily sucking my fingers into my mouth tasting her.
We went out onto the yard and turned all the horses out for the day, Sophie rang her Mum and asked if it was okay to spend another night at mine. Silly woman agreed, if only she knew. Damn my guilty conscience as I pushed it to the back of my mind.

Returning to the house, I suggested we shower, together of course! Sophie immediately skipped through the house to my bedroom, I hastily followed her and we stripped off.

My ensuite bathroom is quite large, a vanity area with double sink, a large circular bath with Jacuzzi jets and a double walk in shower with a bench built in. I turned the shower taps on to heat up the water and pulled Sophie into the shower with me. Grabbing the shampoo and turning her back to me, I lovingly shampooed her hair, massaging the lather into her scalp and rinsed her beautiful locks clean. Taking a massaging mitt and covering it in body wash, I proceeded to wash her all over, taking my time particularly over her tiny breasts, rubbing the rough mitt over her tight little peaks. I moved to kneel down behind her and washed her legs, ending with the mitt between her open legs, massaging her pussy with the slippery suds as I kissed and nibbled her perk little arse cheeks.

She turned around to face me, as the water cascaded down her tiny body, the water catching in rivulets over her pert little tits and down to wash the soap away. Leaning forward, I kissed her belly, moving my mouth lower and kissing and sucking at her little naked v. Encouraging her to lift her left leg onto the bench, the movement exposing her pussy further, for my desperate mouth.

Closing over her pubic mound and pushing my tongue between her lips, I sought out her clit and caressed it with my tongue, her arms flailed as she grabbed for some support until her hands met the shower walls to stabilise her. My fingers lubricated from the water, explored her inner labia, coating them with her flowing juices and I sought out her tight little cunt hole. Pushing my longest finger in, only to the first knuckle, I continued to suck on her tight knot of nerves, allowing her time to accommodate my digit.

Her moaning is audible over the noise of the shower now, as I push my finger deeper into her little cunny. Her vaginal muscles expanding to take the intrusion and then clenching at it hungrily. As I continue to massage her clit with my mouth, I slowly move my finger in and out of her tight but wet cunt as the shower rains down on us,

“Hey, is this okay for you, me fingering your gorgeous tight little cunt baby?” I furtively ask as I look up to her face.

“Oh yes, more give me more. It’s so tight and so sensitive. Ohhh!” As she grinds her little pussy against my finger knuckle deep in her innocent little chasm.

I add another finger, slowly giving her time to adjust to this fullness, then I start to stroke the tips of the buried fingers against her vaginal walls, right where I know her sensitive spot should be.

“Yeeessss!” She hisses in response. “More, do it more!” Once again grinding down on my knuckles, starting to rock in a rhythm to match my fingers pumping into her tight little cunt.

I pump faster and suck on her clit in rhythmical movement, it’s not much to send her over, she is so innocent she needs to build up to last longer, then, her orgasms will be mind-blowing, at the moment she is so new to this. I stand up to support her but leave my fingers in her cunt, enjoying the sensations as her muscles milk my fingers. Once she has got the strength back in her legs, I pull out my fingers and push them into her mouth so she can taste her beautiful self. Her tongue laps at her juices hungrily, sucking the cream clean from my fingers.

“Go out and dry yourself little one.” I usher her out of the shower and finish washing and shampooing my hair, although I am horny as hell, I have other ideas I want to show her and want to save myself.

Drying myself on a large fluffy towel, I wander into the bedroom and find Sophie sitting on the bed patiently waiting for me. I go to the wardrobe and pull out two items from my little ‘collection’. A large vibrator, smooth with a hooked end but with alterable speeds and a much smaller one identical but petite for someone’s special body. I want to use the large ribbed and pimpled one for myself but I want her to use it and the smoother one is easier to manoeuvre once inside me whereas the ribbed one my cunt tends to grasp quite tight and I don’t think her small hands will manage it.

Her eyes widen with curiosity as I turn to face her and walk towards the bed.

“Darling, these are some of my special toys for us to play with. Don’t worry I won’t stretch you with the large one, at least not today!” I wiggle my eyebrows as I smile.

“But first, I am desperate to teach you how to use this rather large dildo on me! To learn how to fuck my cunt with it and make me cum how I really like to.”

I move across to the bed and perch on the edge, open my legs wide so my knees are touching either side on the mattress. I am already wet, walking to the wardrobe to retrieve my toys, thinking about what I can do with her has had my pussy juices already flowing.

“Come kneel down here Baby, between my legs. See how wet you have made me thinking about you?” She kneels obediently, staring intently at my pussy, my juices already tracking down between my legs. She reaches forward with her hand, catching a thick bead of cream on the tip of her finger bringing it to her mouth to taste. There are some really simple things which can be so erotic and this is one of them. This young, naïve and very beautiful young girl sampling the secretions from my cunt is one of them.

Wanting to take things forward, I reach behind me for the larger dildo, twisting the base until is pulses gently and start to rub it over my pussy and up to vibrate against my clit. Sophie continues to sit silently watching me stroke myself coating the vibrator with my juices. Taking her hand I place the base in her palm closing her hand around to grasp it.

“Now, baby. Open my lips with your other hand and with the other push this little buddy into my cunt hole and gently ease it all the way in.” I instruct her.

Doing as I ask, she pushes the vibrating wand, into my accommodating vagina, her eyes like saucers as she pushes it deeper and deeper into me until it is buried to the hilt. I sigh deeply with contentment as my pussy is stretched and hugging the gentle pulsing member.

“Hey, doesn’t it hurt, stretching you like that?” She is so much in awe, her voice is barely audible.

“Oh no honey, it is wonderful! Yours will stretch like that but we need to take it slow with you.” I reassure her. “Now, twist the base halfway round.” Again her eyes huge and round as she feels the dildo vibrating harder in her hand.

“Now, I want you to start rotating your wrist in a screwing type action and at the same time pushing the vibrator in and out…….. Oh that’s it baby, a bit firmer, more twist…… now deeper in and out. Ooooh that’s it!”

She took to this easily, I propped myself up on my elbows, watching my young protégé, fucking my hungry pussy with one of my dildos, such a wonderful sight.

“Now…. Turn the base all the way round until you can’t twist any further. Ohhhhh yeeesssss baby. Now twist and pump faster and harder……that’s it, fuck my cunt honey, fuck it, fuck it!” Without needing to instruct her further she continued to fuck me with the plastic toy but then astounded me by closing her mouth over my clit, drawing it hard into her sucking lips.

I nearly shot off the bed with the sensations, as she fucked me and drew my sensitive nub firmly into her mouth.

“Oh baby, my clever girl! Fuck me……keep pumping that toy in my cunt…….don’t stop………keep going………like that…….harder……fuck it…….suck it……..oh………oh…yeeessss!” I climaxed going over that hill like a freight train, my vagina clamping and sucking on the dildo as my juices pushed past coating her hand.

She eased off of my clit and gently withdrew the vibrator from me, turning it off but bringing it to her mouth to lick my cum from it before laying it on my discarded towel. Then she returned to my pussy, sticking her tongue in my now gaping cunt, drawing the cum into her mouth like a hungry animal. I lay boneless, only capable of watching her as she licked me clean.

Once I had recovered, I sat up and pulled her to standing, kissing her midriff, moving my tongue to her small breasts, smothering the tightening buds with my tongue and grating my teeth over them.

“Come lay down on the bed Baby, it’s my turn to show you what these things can do!”

She scooted up the bed laying in the middle on her back. Grabbing the small dildo, I slid up the bed, sitting by her side and pushed her knees up to her chest and opening her legs so her knees were almost flat on the best, stretching her pussy wide open, her pink gash laid bare for me. She was soaked, she had obviously become so turned on fucking me, her pink lips were covered in her creamy juice.

Not wanting to pass up on an opportunity to show her how much I enjoyed tasting her as much as she did me, I leant in and lapped as her beautiful natural lubricant. Tonguing her cunt, sucking her inner lips into my mouth sliding up and down the folds, flicking my tongue over her swollen, protruding clit, savouring that delicate muskiness I was becoming addicted to. Her small hand moved to clutch the back of my head and push my mouth harder against her as she rocked her pelvis into me, moaning and mumbling my name.

I reached for the slim dildo and twisted it to vibrate gently and held the point against her clit. Her hips bucked at the sensation when the cool plastic vibrating tip met her engorged sensitive nerve. I continued to rub it against her as I watched her pussy secrete more cream out of her cunt hole. I have never seen a girl be so generous at producing pussy juice. It is an obsession I cannot deny, so many lesbian porn flicks turn me off, although beautiful pussies these actresses are so obviously not into it, otherwise their juices would be flowing, there is no better site than watching a string of cream leaving a girl’s pussy as her partner pulls her tongue away. To me it is the sole proof that someone is actually into it and if you don’t enjoy that taste you definitely ain’t into it honey!

She moans softly gyrating her hips, rubbing the vibrating point against her clit. I move the dildo down her slit, twisting and turning it to coat the end in her juices before I splay open her cunt entrance and push the rounded tip into her entrance. Slowly I insert the whole vibrator inside, it slides in surprisingly easy and I twist the base to increase the speed and throb, Sophie is now panting and gripping the sheets tightly in her little clenched fists, her moaning louder.

As I pump the little wand inside her, she tilts her pelvis to meet my thrusts,

“Oh yes, push it in, pleeease…….more…….I want more!” she pleads with me.

“Baby! You greedy thing, this is into the hilt and still you want more?!” I am so surprised by her demands.

“Please…..I want yours inside me, I want to feel what it’s like, to feel full…..please Aunty!” She is now so desperate, she is almost wailing.

I am extremely unsure, my dildo has a fair girth on it and a decent length, I doubt her petite body can take it, especially being a virgin in that respect. I figured I would need time to stretch her to accommodate such a thing. Then again surely she will tell me if it’s too much, I reach for my discarded toy on the towel and coat it in my spit.

Removing the small vibrator, copious more fluid seeps from her hole and trickles down between her bottom cheeks. I stretch her lips wide, I can see into her vagina, the muscles clenching against nothing, making more juices, pushing them outward and I insert the gently buzzing head into her void. I slide it in about an inch and a half, holding it still to give her time to accommodate its thickness. Her hips tilt and she pushes herself against it.

“Steady baby, I don’t want you to rip yourself, give that darling little cunt time to get used to it, be patient.” I tried to slow her down, I was transfixed by the skin at the entrance to her opening, gripping and flexing against the fake cock.

I push it in further, she is panting now, slowly inch by inch, her delicious little cunt accepts the massive intrusion until it is buried to the hilt. I sit by her side, vibrator in one hand, my other hand splayed over her pubic mound holding her steady, I imagine I can feel this thick dildo under her skin buried deep in her tiny hole. I increase the vibrations a little and pull it out a little before pushing it back inside her.

“Is that okay Baby! You feeling sore at all? It’s a big thing to take this inside you.”

“Ahhhh…….yes……..just tight…….soo deep inside me…….I feel so full!” She gasps between pants.

I start to pump the dildo in and out, slow and shallow movements to start. I lean forward and drop a lump of spit from my mouth, watching it land on her exposed clit and massage it onto the button with my thumb. As the circular motion of massaging the bundle of nerves increases, so does the pumping of my hand controlling that large plastic pulsing dick. Her cunt continues to push cream out around the sides of the plastic and allows the vibrator to slide without friction.

Soon I am fucking her cunt hard, corkscrewing and pistoning the vibrator in and out fast, her juices squelching against the pressure. She is panting so fast now, moaning incoherently as her body starts to tighten as her orgasm builds.

“That’s it Baby, take it all, take that big back cock in your tiny cunt, your lips are so stretched, your tits so tight, pull on them, twist those little pebbles between your fingers whilst I fuck you!” I am so lost in the moment, I could not stop if I tried. My own pussy throbs, my nipples tight and aching as I watch my little protégé come undone from my ministrations.

She starts to cry out in a long wail.

“Faster……..unghhhh, unghhhhh, unghhhh…” She bucks into the rampaging dildo driving against it.

“Yeeessss……don’t stop…….I’m there……. Ayyeeee…….I’m cumming Aunty………..oh God!” And over she went, her tummy muscles visibly clenching as she came, bucking and spasming as her body succumbed to her climax.

I immediately removed my thumb from her clit, knowing it would be far too sensitive for her to cope, slowing the pumping of the dildo to a gentle rhythm as the sensations subsided. I was struggling to hold the vibrator as her cum pushed out all over my hand, I couldn’t hold it any longer. I let go and her body pushed it out followed by a river of delicious cum. I so wanted to lick it up but her body would be so strung up from such a climax, it would be almost cruel.

I pulled her limp body against me, cradling her head against my breasts, stroking her body, allowing her to come down from her sexual high. Crooning to her in soft moans, reassuring her that all was okay, as her breathing subsided. Sophie adjusted her position to get closer to me, her legs astride one of my thighs as she hugged me into my neck.

“Oh Aunty, that was soooo good!” She clutched her arms around my neck nuzzling into me.

“Come here baby girl! You are such a turn on.” I turned my face towards her, searching to kiss her. She met my lips instantly, kissing me with such passion, delving into my mouth with her tongue mashing against mine. We kissed and kissed, my hands stroking down her back, rolling her buttocks in my hands, pushing her very wet pussy to slide against my thigh.

Soon she was reciprocating and rubbing herself against me, sliding back and forth against my skin. Her kisses became hungrier, her heart rate speeding up, her hands moved to my chest to seek my nipples, twisting them in her fingers. I was panting too, remaining unsatisfied from watching her come undone, my body aching for attention.

I laid back on the bed, keeping her upright, twisting my body until my pussy came into contact with hers, she sat across me at an angle, one leg kneeling between mine, her other out to one side. I bent one knee and tilted my pelvis towards her.

“Rub on me Baby. Rub that darling pussy against mine. That’s it…..” I grasped her hips, rubbing her backwards and forwards over my exposed clit, her chafing against mine. She soon got the hang of it, grasping my bent knee pulling herself onto me.

Our hungry pussys rubbed against one another, clit to clit, massaging each other, slurping and squelching as we slipped against each others’ juices. Sophie bucked and drove herself into me, her pelvis mashing down to increase the friction.

Laying looking up at her, riding and fucking my clit was the sexiest sight ever, I was pulling and stretching my nipples, revelling in the pleasure and pain as I rocketed towards climax. Our bodies frenzied, twisting to satisfy each other, faster and faster as our bodies tightened in anticipation of the explosion.

“Ungh….ungh……ungh……ungh….!” Sophie grunted as she drove her clit into mine, pushing for her body to cum.

“Fuck that clit, baby. Fuck…fuck….fuck…..nearly……yes, yes…..!” I was panting as my clit finally reached its goal and my body exploded in a raft of spasms and tingles. Sophie came too, her cunt squirting that delicious nectar of fluid all over my pussy, dribbling down and soaking the quilt.

We slowed our clits rubbing together, moving gently whilst our racing hearts calmed, relishing in the euphoria as we came down. I pulled Sophie down onto me, kissing her all over her face and head, lavishing her with praise and affection.

We both drifted off to sleep, soaked in our own and each other’s juices and sweat, both satisfied beyond words.

How on earth was I going to keep this delightful girl to myself????