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  • Seducing the Kid Sister Part 2

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    Pulling into the driveway Holly put her Focus in park but left the car in silent mode with just the battery running. The blonde’s hips squirmed a little as she smiled to herself thinking about how much fun the night would be with the hottest sisters in town.

    Holly giggled to herself as she honked her horn. Swinging her legs out of the car she was pretty sure she flashed Shauna a clear view of her cream panties underneath her black leather skirt. On top of that she wore a red silk blouse with a couple buttons undone hoping to tease her friend a little and was rewarded by an extra long hug as she stood up.

    Shauna had showered and put on some short jean shorts with the pockets visible an inch or two beneath the material. They were so tight the crotch left little to the imagination riding up into the teen girl’s cunt. Shauna also wore a black t-shirt with grrls printed in sparkles over her firm titties.

    “No funny stuff Holly the neighbors can see us.”

    “Can they hear us?” she asked with a little smile. A little confused Shauna shook her head a little.

    “In that case…Shauna I want your fingers in my pussy so bad and I want to feel you rubbing and pinching my clit.” She added in her sexiest voice but to anyone watching they would think they were just talking as they slowly walked to the door.

    “Oh fuck Holly I love the way you talk so fucking dirty. I want you to finger my pussy I want you to slide your middle finger deep into me and fuck me so fucking good.”

    “I’m going to make you moan so loud you won’t stop moaning my name.”

    “We can’t be too loud Lisa is here you know.”

    That stopped Holly’s naughty mind as it dawned on her Shauna was super vocal on the phone more so than usual “I wonder…” she thought to herself.

    “Well then we can wait till she goes to bed for the moaning but until then…” she trailed off as they got to the door as she brushed some of Shauna’s hair from her neck, leaned in, and lightly bit then licked her friend’s bare neck right around her rose tattoo. Moaning softly with one hand on the door Lisa turned to face her friend smiling as her free hand inconspicuously slid under her friend’s skirt and brushed her fingertips over her panties.

    “Oh Holly I can feel how warm and damp you are you must have been having some fun” she smiled before opening the door and stepping in ahead of her. Not to be outdone Holly playfully slapped and squeezed Shauna’s ass as she followed her in and saw Lisa watching them from the kitchen and saw her eyes widen a little then look away. Shauna self-consciously pushed Holly’s hand away but she barely noticed as Lisa walked over and gave Holly a friendly hug.

    “Hey Lisa how are you?”

    “I’m great, nice to finally have someone to hang out with other than my sister.”

    “Wow right in the back huh Lisa?” Shauna asked with a grin before she leaped to her sister tickling her stomach and sides. Lisa lost control and giggling as she felt her sister’s fingertips. Pushing her hands away she headed back to the kitchen.

    “We’re making our own pizzas so I hope you weren’t expecting anything to fancy,” said Lisa.

    Shauna took Holly’s bag “I’ll throw this in one of the rooms.” and after flashing a smile she was off. From the kitchen Lisa glanced up and gave Holly a smile while making sure everything was setup for the pizzas. She was wearing a white tank top and a pair of black cotton shorts that barely covered perfect little teen ass.

    “So let’s see what we have to choose from,” Holly looked over the toppings as she stood next to Lisa.

    “Wow you didn’t hold back did you” she said teasing her friend’s sister a little.

    As she reached to see what was under the towel Lisa reached over too “that’s the dough it’s still rising a little.” Lisa’s fingertips brushed over the back of Holly’s hand before pulling back, blushing a little.

    “What’s wrong Lisa? We’re been friends for a while you’re acting like I peed in your lemonade.”

    Lisa stared at the counter top as she just mumbled something trying to focus on getting her toppings ready for her pizza. Not wanting to embarrass Lisa she checked over her shoulder but didn’t see Shauna coming in yet.

    “You heard us on the phone earlier didn’t you, you horney little bitch!?” She asked as casually as she could watch to see her friend’s reaction and she got it when Lisa dropped a couple olives and blushed.

    She opened her mouth to tell her it was alright when Shauna came in and their conversation was cut short as they started to make their pizzas. As they sat at the table Holly felt Shauna’s hand lightly resting on her bare thigh and couldn’t help smiling at her a little but seeing Lisa watching them she tried to hide the smile.

    When he pizza’s came oven, Holly realized that Lisa had fear in her eyes, was worried that holly would tell Shauna about the eavesdropping on their phone sex.

    But as Holley she took a bite of her pizza she realized Lisa face also held curious look as if she were speculating what would happen next. Holly reached up and ran her fingers through Shauna’s hair pretending to be getting something out of it and saw Lisa watching intently.

    When Shauna answered her ringing phone and started and talking to a friend Holly decided to take another chance. Running her fingers through her own hair to get Lisa’s attention she let her fingers trail to the top of her blouse pretending to straighten it but actually moving her neckline around a little to show her cleavage off. Pleased with herself as Lisa’s eyes snapped to her cleavage then up to her eyes with a little smile before looking back at her breasts.

    Slipping a sandal off Holly slid her foot across the floor till hers bumped into Lisa’s and she could see the younger girl’s eyes widen a little but she didn’t move her foot. She lightly rubbed the ball of her foot over the top of Lisa’s and then started to slide up her calf a little. Smiling to herself she let her foot slide up her leg even more up to her knee when she noticed a nervous look on Lisa’s face and it made her hesitate. She was about to pull her foot back when she felt Lisa’s soft fingers on her foot not only holding it in place but rubbing it a little against her thigh. Lisa’s face flushed a little but there was crocked little smile on her face.

    Holly could feel her friend’s sister pulling on her foot knowing she wanted to be closer but she was only so tall. She tried to slip down in her chair a little without Shauna noticing but found herself slipping as the heel of her foot pressing against Lisa’s crotch. Lisa jerked slightly then slowly began bucking her hips so against Holly’s foot made full contact with the crotch of her shorts.

    Shauna had no idea what they were up to but her call was important so she got up and walked into the kitchen. Holly sat back up straight smiling at Lisa, and got a smile in return but noticed her Lisa’s eyes were fixed on Shauna’s ass.

    “She has a great ass doesn’t she?” she asked in a whisper making Lisa look horrified at first but then giggled and nodded her head. Looking over her shoulder then back she smiled as she hooked her foot around Lisa’s pulling her leg towards her, and a moment later she felt Lisa’s bare foot on her own leg slowly sliding up and down her calf.

    “So what did you think about the phone conversation earlier?” She felt the foot on her calf freeze in place then start rubbing again.

    “I really liked being able to listen,” said Lisa in a breathy voice.

    “Was it weird hearing your sister moaning for me?”

    “Kinda…but it really turned me on after a little while.”

    “How much did it turn you on?” Holly asked teasingly.

    As an answer she felt Lisa’s foot slide her leg up and rub on her inner thigh as she stretched her long slender leg and set her foot on the chair right between her legs. Staring into each others eyes Holly slipped her hand onto her Lisa’s foot pulling herself a little closer pressing her crotch into the hot teen’s foot. Holly’s hand guided the foot it a little rubbing the side of the foot up and down her weeping cunt. All they could do was smile at each other.

    “So what did you like on the phone?” she asked curiously.

    “I liked hearing you moan and talk about what you’d to each other.”

    “Just me moaning or your sister too?”

    “Yeah her too” Lisa admitted blushing.

    “That’s so hot Lisa.” She noticed that Lisa only had one hand on the table. “So what’s your other hand up to?”

    “I think you know”

    “I think I do too but I want you to tell me.”

    “You want me to….” blushing a little Lisa took a breath “Well I’m touching myself a little…I’m playing with my pussy” she giggled a little but seeing the look in Holly’s eyes and feeling her grind her pussy on her foot her giggle turned into a moan.

    “Tell me what you’re thinking about.” Holly hissed.

    “I’m thinking about watching you and….you and Shauna together.”

    “And what are we doing together?”

    “You’re on Shauna’s bed making out finger fucking then I think about you on your knees kissing and licking her cunt.”

    Hearing her friend’s little sister blurt this out turned her on and made her own pussy twitch.

    “Do you ever think about kissing her?” she asked before thinking it through and was about to say something when Shauna came back into the room. Holly felt Lisa pulling her foot back as they tried to compose themselves.

    Lisa hopped up “I’m going to go to bed you guys, can hang…sooo… have a good night.”

    Flustered Holly turned in her seat “Lisa I’m sorry if that was weird to ask” trying to set things right without making Shauna suspicious.

    “It’s ok” Lisa said “And the answer is yes.”

    That sent Holly’s mind racing with the vision of the two sisters making out. Turning back in her seat she heard Shauna whisper “finally” and the next thing she knew her lips where pressed to hers.

    Holly could taste the cinnamon lip gloss and smiled into the kiss returning it just as passionately. Breaking the kiss both catching their breath “wow” Shauna whispered as she slid her hand onto Holly’s bare thigh sliding it up and down her soft skin.

    Looking into each other’s eyes Holly ran her fingers over the neckline of her blouse and once Shauna was watching she slowly undid the next button on her blouse so Shauna could see that Holly wasn’t wearing a bra and could see the curve of her teen boobs. She felt her panties being pulled to the side already wet and warm from Lisa’s attentions. Shauna’s touch was magic, making her moan as she felt her friend’s finger slip inside of her wet cunt.

    “Oh that feels good I was wondering when you’d do this tonight I was starting to think I’d have to hook up with your little sister.”

    “Oh you know I can make you feel better than my hot little virgin sister can.”

    “I don’t know she seems pretty sexy to me,” said Holly with a sigh.

    “Of course she’s sexy she’s related to me, ” Shauna added giggling.

    Their lips met again their tongues swirling and playing as Holly guided her friend’s lips to her neck moaning softly.

    “Oh your lips are so soft” Holly could feel little jolts of electricity with each kiss.

    “I was thinking about how fun it would be to make out with her and make you watch.” said Holly with a mischievous grin on her face.

    “You’re so bad, such a dirty mind, such a tease, that’s why you turn me on,” said Shauna breathing more heavily.

    With a smile Holly undid the rest of her shirt exposing her bare breasts “Me? A tease? Never.”

    Running her fingers through her friend’s hair guiding her lips to her pink, stiff nipples

    “That’s it Shaun lick my nipples suck on them,” Holly moaned as she felt two fingers slide back into her she spread her legs more. “Oh fuck yeah finger me slide it in deep baby.”

    Looking up she saw Lisa peeking from the hallway smiling and watching but as soon as she knew she was spotted she disappeared back to her room.

    Grabbing Shauna’s hand she pulled her after her as they headed into a bathroom closing the door behind them. Holly helped Shauna pull her t-shirt up and off revealing a black and purple lace bra before pushing her up against the door holding her arms by her sides. Slow soft teasing kisses from her lips, across her cheek, and slowly down her neck until kissing the soft flesh of her breasts.

    “Tonight we’re going to have some fun,” hissed Holly smiling, stepped back she turned the water on in the shower letting it warm up

    “You better get undressed”

    Shauna smiled back As her slender fingers unbuttoned her shorts slowly pushing them down till she could kick them off revealing matching panties. Reaching behind her to unhook her bra and sliding the straps off her shoulders before hooking her thumbs around the elastic of her panties and wiggling them down to the floor.

    An idea coming to Holly’s mind “Shaun where did you put my bag I have a surprise for us.”

    “Really? What?” Shauna asked with a smile.

    “Well it’s a surprise will you get my bag?” Shauna opened the door and grabbing a towel to cover up just in case she headed down the hall and around the corner.

    Holly still in the black leather skirt and red blouse hanging open hurried the other way down the hall and into Lisa’s room without knocking.

    “Ok here’s the deal…” she started to say as she turned around and her eyes went wide as she saw Lisa on the bed with her hand down her shorts fingering wildly making Holly moan when she could actually hear how wet this girl was. Holly smiled as Lisa’s eyes took in her naked breasts and smears of her sister’s lip gloss on her skin.

    “Holly what’s it like to kiss her?” Lisa said in a sigh.

    Without hesitating Holly stepped to her bed and pressed her lips to friend’s little sister’s.

    “The cinnamon lip-gloss is hers” She saw the look of understanding on Lisa’s face and smiled as she watched her lick her lips.

    “Listen I don’t have long” looking over her shoulder to the door “You can try to listen to us in the shower but if you want to watch us find somewhere to hide in her room by the time you hear the shower stop alright?”

    Without waiting for an answer she ran for the door. Making it back into the bathroom just a moment before Shauna “So what’s the surprise?” she asked excitedly.

    “The surprise is for later”

    Pulling her in for another kiss letting her hands run over her friend’s body exploring the bare skin. Pulling back and smiling as she felt Shauna’s hands unzipping her skirt and then watched as she got on her knees pulling her panties down and leaning in just inches away from her clit and weeping cunt lips lightly blowing on them, making her shiver.

    “Oh fuck” she moaned as she pulled her up for a kiss as they both stepped into the shower.

    The water nice and warm throwing off some steam falling on their bodies. Shauna wrapped her arms around Holly’s waist from behind kissing her neck and bare shoulders as she slid her hands over her friend’s bare tight stomach. Sliding a hand down slowly between her legs her middling finger running over her clit then up and down it again before sliding her middle two fingers into her shaved cunt, pressing them in deep.

    “You like it when I fuck you don’t you Holly? Do you wish it was my sister doing this to you?”

    Shocked by the words all she could do was moan in response.

    “Yeah? You want her fingering your pussy just like this? Fuck I would love to watch you kiss my hot young sis!”

    Holly managed to moan out before turning to face each other and sliding her hand down, parting Shawn’s wet lips and twisting two fingers deep inside her. They finger fucked each other looking each other in the eye.

    “You want to see me kiss my little sister?” Shauna said breathing hard, feeling Holly’s fingers in her pussy. “Oh fuck Holly, fuck me just like that, oh yes, want me to kiss lil Lisa don’t you, you sick bitch. Oh fuck, don’t stop fucking me.”

    “Say her name Shaun I want to hear you say it” Holly hair stuck to their skin her nipples hard poking into Shauna’s boobs as they increased the speed of their fingers moving deep inside each other.

    Holly was about to repeat herself when she heard Shauna’s quiet whispers of “Lisa oh Lisa right there sis don’t stop it feels so good Lisa”

    Incredibly turned on by this Holly pressed her clit to Shauna’s thigh and made sure Shauna was pressing her cunt on her thigh as they started grinding and rubbing on each other. Both girls were lost in their own lustful thoughts, as the moaning became louder and higher pitched.

    “Oh Lisa your body feels so good, my cunt on your leg lil sis, it’s going to make me cum! I can’t stop it Lisa, it feels too fucking good.” their bodies slammed together as their cunts rode over smooth wet skin.

    Shauna’s body began trembling and jerking uncontrollably as Holly felt a torrent of her girl cum wash over her tight and down her leg. Shauna’s legs buckled but Holly grabbed her slick ass lifting her continuing to grind her cunt on her friends tanned thigh.

    Seconds later it was Holly’s turn to lose it her hips thrusting uncontrollably as her cunt squirted cum up and down her friend’s leg. Both girls clutched to each other shaking as they step out of the shower Holly reached in to turn the water off and smiled hearing quiet footsteps in the hallway.

    Holly and Shauna dried each other off enjoying feeling and exploring each other with their hands. With just their robes on and even those hanging open so they could still admire each other’s bodies. Holly reached into her bag pulling out what looked to Shauna to be a handful of material straps but then she saw the pink dildo attached to it

    “A strap-on? Really Holly you want me to fuck me with one of those?”

    “No Shaun I’m going to use it on you until you cum so hard you forget your name.” Shauna’s eyes widened but then a smile appeared on her face………


    17 comments
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    Douglas WiseReport 

    2021-09-19 20:15:44
    love it so far very hot looking forward to the next chapter

    buggy69Report 

    2020-11-08 12:35:25
    superb story. looking forward to part 3

    Witchy WomanReport 

    2018-01-14 05:19:43
    Great story. You should write more chapters. Your grammar and punctuation could definitely use some work, though. You kept switching between past-tense and present-tense and most sentences weren’t correctly punctuated. It’s only important because it makes it a little more difficult to read. I suggest having someone you know has proper grammar and punctuation proof-read it, but if you aren’t down for that, have someone teach you with a different text or look up ways to improve. Great story, just needs a little help being more readable.

    mr longfelloReport 

    2017-08-11 20:21:23
    Hot story

    Anonymous readerReport 

    2016-07-19 13:55:33
    oh!..my god…that was fucking cool..I cum two times already.

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  • The Teacher_(4)

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    Amy has the hots for her teacher, but will she get the response she wants?

    (Honestly, I wrote this story a long time ago and I never got around to finishing it off properly, I don’t know if I will or not, it depends how well this story is received. Please excuse any perspective changes, I originally wrote this as a 3rd person story! And there might be one or two grammar errors, but nobody’s perfect so don’t be mean to me! Enjoy! P.T)

    The Teacher

    I took a deep breath and looked at myself the mirror. On any other school day I’d be wearing a very different set of clothes. The school code of conduct stated that all pupils should wear a uniform consisting of a white shirt or blouse and either black or grey trousers or a knee length black or grey pleated skirt. It was ok to wear a plain black sweater as well. Normally I’d have my black school trousers on with a pair of trainers and a baggy long sleeved white shirt, I’d have my long red hair tied in a ponytail which I’d shove down the back of my coat and very little make up. I never bothered with much in the way of lipstick and blusher, I don’t mean to be boastful but I do believe I’m an attractive young woman. So that would be all, it rarely took more than ten minutes for me to get dressed, make myself look somewhat appealing, and be out of the door on a school day. Today was very different though.

    It was in fact the last day of school, at 3pm that afternoon I would no longer be a pupil at Hamilton Community School, there was an option for us to actually stay on for another year after today, all the people that chose to do so would be put in a single class and get the best tutors for a few days a week, but I had no intention of doing so. I would be a free woman, and I’d craved for school to end for so long but not for the usual reasons. Sure I wanted to be free, I was 18 years old and itching to see the real world but there was another reason. The last day of school would be my first, and last, chance to finally confess my love to the person that had dominated my thoughts and fantasies for the last four years; my English teacher Miss Sullivan.

    Being head over heels in love with Miss Charlene Sullivan presented two problems for me, firstly there’s the fact that she’s a woman and I didn’t know for sure if she liked girls in that way, although I did, however, have a reason to think that she might be.

    About a year ago I’d seen her in the parking lot behind the school with an attractive woman. I kept watching, or more accurately spying, on them and realised they were holding hands as they walked towards Charlene’s car, then, just as she opened the car door they actually kissed each other on the lips! It didn’t look like a particularly long or intimate kiss from where I had been standing but it did look to me like there was quite a bit of feeling there.
    After the kiss ended Charlene and the mystery woman got into the car and drove away, my imagination was rife with sordid fantasies about what they got up to afterwards. Of course I could have read the situation entirely wrong, it might have been just a close friend or anything, time had jaded my memory and it was hard remembering exactly how intimate the kiss had been. That, however, was my one and only bit of encouragement I could take into today’s attempt.
    My second problem was that she is my English teacher, so even if she did like girls and I was able to seduce her nothing could come of it because it would be illegal, even though I was above the age of consent she would get into a lot of trouble and most likely lose her job.

    However, after 3pm I would no longer be her pupil. I still had no idea if she would react badly or not but I had to try, if I didn’t I’d hate myself forever. Every day at school I’d listened to her beautiful voice as she called out the class register in a morning (she’s also my class’ main form tutor.) During English classes I’d watch every movement she made, when she spoke to our class or read through whatever book we were studying at the time I’d dreamily let her voice travel through me and focus on her lips, every little curvature seemed to be intensely erotic to me, often the actual words escaped me and I rarely took notice of what she was actually saying.

    What really made my heart flutter was her smile; it would light up even the darkest room, many nights I had laid in my bed imagining kissing her smiling lips and running my fingers through her short blonde hair. I wanted to taste her mouth and feel her warm tongue rub against mine, I yearned to run my tongue over her beautiful lips, would she keep smiling while I did it? Would she give out a contented sigh if I kissed my way up her neck and pulled her tightly against my body, our breasts pushing together and my knee rising up between her thighs…?

    A knock on the bathroom door followed by a voice brought me crashing back to earth.

    “Are you gonna be much longer in there? I want to use the shower when you’ve done!”

    “I won’t be long Becky,” I shouted back through the door. “I’m just finishing my hair, should be about five minutes.”

    “Ok, I’ve put the kettle on!” Becky shouted back at me. “Call me when you’re done.”

    Becky is my little sister, she’s only 9 months younger than me but it’s easy to tell that I’m the eldest, she’s 5 feet and 3 inches tall and I’m closer to being 5 feet and 8 inches tall, so she’s my little sister in every sense of the word. She would have to wait a little bit longer to use the bathroom though, I wanted to look as close to a supermodel as possible today, if I was to have any chance at all with Miss Sullivan I’d have to look at my very best, which was the main reason I was dressed in this new way.

    As I mentioned before, Becky is my little sister, she wasn’t at school today because her year group (the one below me) had broken up the day before, and so I’d been able to borrow some of her clothes. I ditched my normal baggy long sleeved white shirt in favour of Becky’s short sleeved shirt. Of course it was smaller than my own shirt but not by a massive amount, Becky wore her clothes baggy as well. When I put it on and fastened it up the sleeves actually went right up to my shoulders with just a tiny bit of the material hanging over, it actually looked quite good. The shirt’s length was the main issue; my breasts are slightly larger than Becky’s, so it was pulled pretty tight. To help relieve the tightness I undid the top two buttons. As a result my cleavage was much more on show, I’d just about convinced myself wear the shirt like this but while I was checking it out in the mirror I realised how much my bra strap was standing out. It was like a thick ridge running across my back. I was about to discard the whole idea and put my usual shirt back on but something stopped me. This would be my only shot at this; it’s difficult to convey just how much I needed this to work. I felt like my entire life hinged on this day, I was going to tell Charlene that I loved her and I needed her to see me as a grown woman, not as a silly school kid with a crush.

    I had to make this extra effort, just this once, so I took the shirt off, discarded my bra, and then put the shirt back on. I undid a few buttons at the top and bottom so it looked a little more natural, the shirt parted at the bottom and showed off my navel, the hemline didn’t even make it to the waistband of my skirt. Yes, today was the first time I’d actually wear a school skirt, and I’d be pushing the rules to the limit. My own, and still brand new, pleated skirt came down to my knees as the code of conduct demanded and that’s what I was wearing. However, underneath the skirt I was also wearing Becky’s skirt. I planned to wear the ‘sensible’ skirt to school and at some point during the day I’d sneakily take it off and put it in my school bag.

    When I saw myself in Becky’s little skirt I almost went straight to the drawer for some trousers but, once again, I knew it would only be this once and I had to look perfect. This one was different to mine; it was grey but didn’t have any pleats so it was essentially a mini skirt. The hemline was about an inch or two below my buttocks and it clung tightly to my thighs, I have to admit though, it made me feel very sexy, I have pretty long legs and this skirt showed off almost every inch of them and every little movement I made caused it to ride up a little higher, I’d have to stay in my sensible skirt right up until the last minute, as soon as we were alone in the classroom I’d make the switch under the table.

    I had some knee socks as well, I’d seen some girls at school wearing these kinds of socks with short skirts before and the effect they had on me was quite profound. A rumour went around that girls wearing those short skirts were given detentions for breaking the uniform code. I didn’t allow myself to dwell on what other people would think about me though. If things went as planned the only person who would see me in this outfit would be Miss Sullivan herself.
    Before getting dressed I’d gone in the shower and shaved my arms, legs and pubic hair. I didn’t do it because I expected to be having sex with her, it was more to bolster my confidence and make me feel just a little more attractive. I brushed my hair down so it fell naturally around my shoulders and down my back. Finally, to finish the transformation I used some nice lipstick; it was liquid pink and made my lips look moist.

    I looked at myself in the one more time mirror and took another deep breath, this was it. I was so nervous that I could see myself trembling in the mirror and a question kept ringing in my brain. What if she says no? What if she says no? What if…? I tried to ignore the incessant chanting in my head and pulled my jacket on and fastened it over my shirt (if my parents had seen the way my tits were out on show they wouldn’t have let me leave!) I turned away from the mirror and left the bathroom. I had just enough time to drink the hot coffee my sister had made for me, then, with my heart in my mouth and my stomach in a knot, I got up and said bye to everyone.

    “Have a good day,” Mum shouted after me as I opened the door.

    “I sure hope so,” I whispered to myself as I grabbed my school bag and hung it on my shoulder.

    What if…?
    * * * * * * * * * * *
    Every step I took on the way to school made me ever more nervous, it was quite windy outside and my hair was being blown all over the place, eventually I smoothed it down and tucked it into my jacket. The wind served as a constant reminder of why I never liked wearing skirts, the hemline of my sensible pleated skirt was being lifted and blown, it was like God was being pervy and using the wind to see up my skirt. I rounded the corner at the end of the street and suddenly became short of breath as my school came into view. It began to dawn on me that things were getting real, I was wearing the standard school uniform on top but underneath I was dressed like a whore. Could I really do this? Was it worth it? I slowed my pace and for the hundredth time that day I considered forgetting the whole thing.

    “Amy? Hey Amy!”

    I turned around and saw one of my friends approaching me. There are quite a few routes to get to the school but they all sort of converge on a single street, like many different streams flowing into the same river.

    “Wait up!” she called. It was Kylie, we’d been friends since the first day of school, we always say next to each other when we were in the same lessons and we were often chastised by many teachers for messing around and giggling in the back of the class. You could say we were just the stereotypical schoolgirls. I forced a smile as I waited for her; it actually made me feel a little better knowing that I wouldn’t have to walk there on my own. So my mind was finally made up, for now at least, I’d just go with the flow and see what happens.

    “I wasn’t sure it was you at first,” Kylie said as she drew level with me. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a skirt before.”

    “I know, but my normal trousers weren’t ready so I just threw this on,” I lied. I couldn’t tell her the truth of course.

    We linked arms and chatted as we walked to school for the last time, I can’t have been very good company because my mind was dead set on the day ahead and what might happen. I’d see Miss Sullivan in the morning for registration and again at 2pm for our final ‘round up’ with her. It was meant to be a sort of last minute advice session or something. Then, at 3pm, the final bell would go and we’d leave for the last time, that’s when I would make my move on her.
    We arrived in the classroom just before 9am and took our seats near the middle of the class, there were 3 rows of 5 tables and, looking forward from the teacher’s big desk, we were on the right hand side and three tables up, I sat on the outside of the table and Kylie sat on the side closest to the wall. The reason I’d chosen this position was so I’d get an unobstructed view of the teacher and, more importantly, from her position she could see above and below the table, this meant she’d easily see my legs and my shirt without having to move. I knew this because a few days ago I’d sat in her chair and looked around to see where I’d best be able to show off my cleavage and my legs at the same time. I’d put a lot of thought into this whole set up, I just hoped it would be enough. As I sat down I pulled the hem of my skirt up and stretched my legs out under the table. That’s when the door opened and Miss Charlene Sullivan breezed into the room.

    She’s around 5 feet and 11 inches tall although I guess about 3 inches of her height was down to her shoes which had pretty thick soles and heels. She was wearing a beautiful silky red shirt which showed off a bit of her chest but, of course, it wasn’t showing any of her cleavage. Her breasts seemed quite small in that shirt but, as I’d never seen them in the flesh, I couldn’t be totally sure on that. She also wore a long black skirt with a hemline that danced around her ankles as she walked; at first I was quite disappointed as I’d hoped to see her legs.

    She has the most beautiful legs I’ve ever seen, I’d once seen her in a short gym skirt and I’d almost cum in my panties, I’d watched every move she’d made that day, every gust of wind or movement that even slightly raised the hemline was like a personal gift from God to me and it had made my pussy weep. It looked like today she’d gone conservative but then as she turned to face the class I saw that the skirt had quite a long slit up the right hand side, I got a brief flash of her exquisite thigh and my pussy immediately responded, please God let this be the day when everything goes right. I repeated the sordid prayer several times in my head as I watched her read out the names of each pupil, when it got to my name she turned to me and smiled that epic smile I loved so much.

    “Amy Cotter,” Miss Sullivan called just as she turned to me with that smile.

    “Here,” I responded. As I looked at her I noticed her eyes ever-so slightly look down, I was certain she’d looked at my legs! Just knowing that she’d seen me was enough to make my head spin again. Almost immediately after she’d read the last name on her list the bell went and everyone stood up and made their way out of the room.

    I felt the hem of my skirt fall back around my knees as I slowly stood and made my way out, I glanced in her direction and almost drowned my panties. She was sat with her legs crossed and the slit on the skirt had fallen away to the sides of her legs, so I could see her bare legs right up to the tops of her thighs. Her head was turned away so I lingered there for a moment, enjoying the sight of her bare skin. It seemed that no one else had noticed because they were all heading straight for the door without a second glance. Oh how I yearned, ached, to reach out and feel her silky skin, to run my hand over her knee first, then stroke my way up and over her thigh before reaching between her legs and under what remained of her skirt. I never want to move from here, I wanted to stay and look at her, please just let this moment pass a little bit slower. Eventually she turned towards me; she saw me standing there and smiled at me.

    “You look nice today Amy, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a skirt,” she said looking down at the hemline of my skirt.

    “Oh, ummm, thank you, Miss,” I replied with a goofy smile. “I guess I just felt like a change today, as it’s the last day.”

    “Oh, I see,” she said. “Well, if I had a figure and a pair of legs like you I’d want to show them off too.” I must have gone bright red; I desperately wanted to tell her how good her legs were and how beautiful she was but the words wouldn’t come.

    “You’d better get off,” (no shit) “Or you’ll miss your lesson,” she said. I nodded and smiled at her then I almost ran out the door! Oh my God she noticed me and she thinks my figure and legs are nice!

    With this little confidence boost in the bag I hurried after Kylie.

    “See you all later,” Miss Sullivan called after us.

    ‘What if…?’
    * * * * * * * * * * * * *
    The rest of the day passed in a sort of blurry dream, I couldn’t focus on anything and I certainly couldn’t confide in anyone. Kylie knew I was into girls but I think she thought it was some kind of teen phase, I knew better. I still liked guys but the thought of a man putting himself inside me was a real turn off, whenever I saw a porn movie or even when I heard people describing it to me it always seemed to be a little too invasive, most of my fantasies were centred around you-know-who.

    At lunchtime I’d sat in the large dining room with Kylie as usual, it was a pretty big room full of noise, tables and heat from the kitchen. I wasn’t eating anything, the sheer thought of swallowing something made me feel nauseous. It was like I was waiting for a massive examination or a hugely important job interview, all I could think about was how things were going to pan out and how I’d even begin to cope. It was this train of thought that got me thinking about the best case scenario, what if it all went well? What if, after the bell rang and the classroom was empty, I’d stand up with my tiny skirt and my newly discovered cleavage and stride towards her. She would open her mouth to speak and that’s when I’d strike.

    The second her lips parted I could push my tongue in between them; I’d taste the inside of her mouth, drawing her own tongue into my mouth so I could close my lips around it, sucking it. (I’d seen it a porn movie a few days ago and it had appealed to me very much.) Then maybe I’d tear open her shirt and slip my hand inside her bra, cupping her breast as I continue my assault on her beautiful lips. By now she’d be totally up for it, (not likely but fuck it, it was my fantasy after all.) She could reach around my waist and pull my little sister’s skirt up before sliding her hands down the back of my underwear to cup my buttocks. Then, she’d take hold of the waistband of my panties and roughly pull them apart, tearing the soaking wet garment away from my damp skin, now she could pull me closer and guide my head down towards her breasts. I’d kiss all around her pert pink nipple first, and then guide the tip of my tongue around it, making her shiver and squirm, then I’d give her what she wanted, my lips would part then close down, sucking the little pink bud into my warm mouth. While I ever so slowly tease her nipple with my tongue I’d take hold of her other breast and gently give it a squeeze lest it would feel left out as I continued to arouse its twin.

    Finally, her hand would glide over my clean shaven, and now fully exposed, pussy. Her fingers would lightly brush against my slit first, and then she’d gently stroke up and down, with each stroke she’d push a little harder and part my wet lips a little wider, and then, at long last, I’d feel Miss Sullivan’s finger on my clitoris and…..oh fuck!!!

    I snapped back to reality and the beautiful imagery dissolved into the noisy dining room, which seemed much hotter than before. I don’t know how long I’d been lost in the fantasy but now I really could feel fingers on my pussy, unfortunately they were my own. Somehow, probably while my mouth was full of my teacher’s tits, I’d allowed my hand to slip under the table and into the waistband of my skirt, my sister’s skirt and finally my panties. The first thing to do was obvious, I quickly scanned around the room to see if anyone had noticed what I was doing, Kylie had her head turned away from me and was talking to some guy on the table next to ours. For a couple of seconds my head was on a swivel, I must’ve looked like some kind of nervous and horny owl! I was relieved to see nothing that indicated I’d been watched and breathed a sigh of relief. Now there were a couple of other things to do.

    My hand was still down there and very wet, I slowly withdrew it while trying not to touch the now ultra-sensitive lips of my pussy. I grazed them with my fingernail and nearly squealed out loud; instead I just closed my thighs together and tensed up until the over-the-top reflex action gave way. My school bag was at my feet and if had a few clothes in there as well as my school books and pencil case. I’d brought a pair of my normal trousers, some spare panties and a sweater in case something happened and I needed to look respectable in a hurry, it also contained the pair of white knee socks I’d tried on that morning. I leant down and unzipped my bag and dried my hand on the sweater, I know it wasn’t very ‘lady like’ but it was the best I could do. In recent masturbation sessions I’d actually started tasting myself, again it was something I’d seen on the internet where a girl is finger fucked by another girl and then she licks her partner’s fingers afterwards. It seemed a bit ‘icky’ at the time but I was curious so I figured what the hell? It wasn’t the taste that got me more turned on though; it was the thought of where the juice had come from. Anyway, as I couldn’t exactly lick my hand clean here I did the next best thing and dried it off.

    It was while I was leaning down that I noticed my breasts, I’d left a couple of buttons open because of how warm it was but now, after my little ‘episode’ my nipples were straining against the thin shirt and poking through, not only that but at some point during my fantasy I must have touched my breasts or pulled on my shirt because now they were almost spilling out of the top of my shirt! It was a lot more cleavage than I was comfortable showing in public, so I quickly tucked them back into the shirt and buttoned it up to the top while slightly wishing I’d worn that bra after all. Now all I needed to do was remove my wet underwear and put on the spare panties that were in my bag, I couldn’t risk walking to the bathroom like this so it had to be done there and then.
    I pulled the sweater out and slyly used the sleeve on my thighs, then, after a quick scan of my surroundings I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pulled, slightly raising my buttocks off the seat, I did it quickly and wrapped them up in the sweater after I’d used the other sleeve to wipe myself. I was doing really well, I put the sweater in my bag and started clawing around inside to retrieve my spares.

    That’s when the bell rang and everyone stood up.

    Fuck.

    “Are you coming Amy?” Kylie asked just as I was about to pull them out.

    “Uh, yeah I’m coming,” Despite my predicament I couldn’t help smiling at the irony of that statement. Now that she was looking at me I couldn’t pull them out and put them on so instead I shoved them back in and zipped up my bag. I stood up and smoothed my skirt down; I’d have to find a moment during the next hour to get changed anyway because after that it would be time for the final reckoning, so to speak.

    That opportunity never came because the next class was in an open room with no tables so there was no way I could discreetly pull my replacement panties on. To make matters worse we were all sat in a semi-circle with me on the end so pretty much everyone could see me. I could hardly sit still; I felt like everyone knew I was naked beneath my skirt and I constantly smoothed my dress down and tightly crossed my legs. Even though I was terrified that someone might see up my skirt I couldn’t help feeling slightly empowered in a strange way. I felt so sexy!

    My knee length skirt was the regulation length and I wasn’t the only girl wearing one but, somehow, I felt so different. My long red hair was settled around my face, I had cute lipstick on and my breasts and legs were much more on show than they had ever been before today. I wanted to explore this feeling a bit more but it would have to wait, it was hard enough trying not to think about Miss Sullivan in case I phased out and came all over the floor without also thinking about the new thrill of exhibitionism I’d suddenly felt. So I tried to focus on whatever the fuck the teacher was droning on about and watched the clock tick around until, at last, it got to 1.55pm and the bell rang. In five minutes I’d be sitting down in Miss Sullivan’s classroom for the last time and, about an hour from now, I’d know whether all of this had been worth it.

    Again those two little words that had been haunting me for the last few weeks entered my mind.

    What If…?
    * * * * * * * * * * * * *
    As we made our way out of the classroom I told Kylie that I’d meet her in the next class because I needed to go to the ladies bathroom. I was stiff with tension but I’d come so far, I couldn’t wimp out now. I put on my replacement panties, I’d considered leaving them off and flashing my crack from under the table at her but I decided that it would be too extreme. After all there was a fair chance that this could all come to nothing and I didn’t want her to think I was a slut or something. No, this had to be subtle, I’d most likely give her an eyeful of my panties from time to time during the ‘lesson,’ whether I intended to or not considering the skirt I’d be wearing. I pulled on the knee socks until they were about an inch or so over my knees, the effect would be more profound when I’d swapped skirts because now only a tiny amount of flesh was visible between the top of the socks and the hem of the skirt. I pulled the waistband of my skirt up slightly so a tiny bit of thigh was on show, I did consider just swapping skirts and arriving in the classroom with Becky’s skirt on but, again, I felt that would be too much too soon.

    I checked out my reflection in the large bathroom mirror and made some final adjustments, stroked my hair back so it was nice and straight, it reached to about the middle of my shoulder blades when I straightened it like this. I arranged my fringe so it nicely framed my face, then I quickly touched up my lipstick (I’d brought a spare, of course) until my lips got to the same colour and moisture as this morning. There was only 2 minutes left for me to get up to the English block for the final lesson of the day, I looked at myself in the mirror once more.

    “This is it,” I told my reflection. I picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder, took a deep breath, then strode out of the bathroom and made my way to the classroom.

    On the way there I’d seen one or two people with raised eyebrows as I briskly walked past, it was nice being checked out and I wondered why I’d been so conservative with my appearance in the past, again that confidence I’d discovered earlier surged through me and lasted right until I got to the door of the room. The last few people were entering the room and just as I stepped through the door and saw her standing at the front of my class I suddenly became that pathetic little girl with a crush on her teacher.

    As I walked towards the specially designated table I’d picked earlier I noticed Miss Sullivan turn her gaze towards me, then away again, then she looked for a second time, I turned to her and weakly smiled. She looked at me and was clearly surprised, obviously she’d seen me this morning in my jacket and skirt but now my jacket was open and fully displaying the cleavage that was hidden earlier, also my skirt had gotten a little bit shorter from when I’d pulled up the waistband and, finally, I was now sporting a pair of white knee socks and, in turn, showing off a little bit of thigh.

    Her eyebrows rose slightly and then she hit me with her smile, it felt like being shot in the chest when she smiled at me, I wondered if she approved of my new dress sense. Surely if she’d been disgusted by it she wouldn’t have smiled so warmly, for the first time I had some real and genuine hope, she’d looked me up and down and smiled, that must have meant something! I spun around and sat at the table next to Kylie and watched Miss Sullivan walk to the front of the room and begin speaking, once again I paid more attention to the clock than anything else.

    I’d been waiting for an opportunity to take off the skirt and stuff it in my bag for about half an hour, it had been a pretty informal chatting session where we talked about what we’d do after school and what options were open to us. I’d been hoping that there would either be a quiet time where everyone was concentrating on something or that there would be some kind of other distraction and that chance finally came a few minutes later. There was a large TV in the corner and there was a short 10 minute film for us to watch, it was one of those boring educational things where some guy goes on about college and university and so on. It was quite a bright day so the lights were turned off and some of the curtains were closed, this would be as good a chance as any, the only problem would be Kylie, even with the lights off and the TV on she would easily see what I was doing.

    That’s when I got another piece of luck; we were friends with the two girls who were sitting at the table behind us and one of them, Carla, tapped Kylie on the back and they started talking to each other. I waited until she had her back to me then slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my sensible skirt; I had to do this quickly. I raised myself very slightly off my seat and gently tugged the waistband down, in one swift motion I guided it down my legs, over my knees and let it fall to my ankles. After a quick scan of the room to make sure I hadn’t been seen I lowered myself back on to my seat, suddenly feeling the texture of the moulded plastic on my thighs, I leant down and took the skirt off the floor and shoved in in my bag. After I sat up straight I looked down at my legs and, oh my God, I’d forgotten just how short this thing was!

    Because I was sat down the skirt had ridden up to the point where it barely covered my underwear, I adjusted it until it covered as much as possible but that meant lowering the waistband down to the point where it was right on my hips, just a little bit higher than my panties! Now, at least, the skirt was covering my rear but I could still feel the cold plastic chair on my upper thighs, I pulled the knee socks up as far as they would go but they only just reached a little bit higher that they were at to begin with. As I continued adjusting myself I noticed that the TV had fallen silent and Miss Sullivan was heading towards the light switch.

    Now I’d passed the point of no return, there was no way I could put my other skirt back on in the time it took the lights to come on and certainly no chance to pull out the trousers or the sweater, so I just crossed my legs and budged my chair further beneath the table, when the teacher sat down at her desk she’d have a clear view of my new look, now that I was all in and fully committed I would try to stick as close to my plan/fantasy as possible. The lights flickered back to life and the first thing I noticed was the clock. 2.45pm.

    Miss Sullivan muttered something about the video to the class and a few people laughed, most likely it was a reference to the boring cunt on the video we’d just watched. She moved towards her chair and asked the class if anyone had any questions or concerns about life after school. One or two hands went up and Miss Sullivan patiently answered the questions, at this point I was stretching my legs so far under the table I’d probably trip someone up but it seemed that this piece of planning would not go my way. 2.50pm.

    Finally, she sat down and crossed her legs, unfortunately the parting in her skirt revealed nothing to me. They were all still talking but to be honest all I could hear was the sound of my own heart beating. It thumped inside my chest so hard that I began to worry it might push my tits out of my shirt, happily that didn’t happen. What did happen was what I’d been waiting for, she briefly looked in my direction and I saw her eyes lower, my legs began tingling in a funny way as if they knew they were being looked at. She looked for a couple of seconds then turned away; there was no smile this time. 2.55pm.

    Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. 2.58pm.

    “Anyway, I wish you all the best of luck in the future whatever you decide to do with it, it’s been a pleasure to see you all grow up, and an even bigger pleasure to see the back of you,” said Miss Sullivan to a chorus of laughs from everyone in the class. Well, almost everyone, I had other things on my mind, and those same two words circled in my head like some kind of insect in my mind. ‘What if?’

    3.00. The bell rang.

    From this moment onwards I was no longer a student at this school and Miss Sullivan was no longer my teacher. Now we were just two women, Amy Cotter and Charlene Sullivan. As people stood up and began saying their goodbyes to their classmates I pretended to be messing about with my bag, Kylie kissed me on my cheek and I told her I’d call her later. Maybe I’d have something very juicy to tell her about, or something very depressing. She left and said a quick goodbye to Miss….to Charlene and disappeared through the door followed by the girls who had been sat behind us earlier. The room was clearing quite slowly so I continued to pretend I was rummaging in my bag, I was hoping that no one else would stay for too long. After a few moments I peeked over the table and saw just two more former students making their way out. They shouted a final goodbye as the door swung shut. Now it was just me and Charlene.

    “Everything ok there Amy,” she asked.

    “Yeah, fine, I just uh, thought I’d lost something,” I lied. “But it’s ok, I’m about sorted.”

    “I noticed that you were dressed a little differently today, if this had been a regular school day I’d have been obliged to give you a warning.” She was smiling as she spoke so I knew she was just playing around. “Why the sudden change in attitude?”

    “I don’t know,” I lied again. “It’s a nice day and I was tired of always wearing the same outfit.”

    “Ah, I see.”

    If she thought that my other skirt was a little bit too revealing I wondered how she’d react when I got the courage to stand up. She had been sat on the edge of the table while we were talking but now she stood up and walked away from me towards her desk. This was it.
    I got to my feet and smoothed the skirt down as best I could and walked unsteadily towards her, she still had her back to me.
    “I’ll miss you,” I said rather more pathetically than intended.

    “I’ll miss you and everyone else too,” she replied in her soft voice. She had begun to turn around towards me again. I stepped closer so that when she turned around I’d be about a foot away from her.

    When she turned to face me I saw her flinch a bit, I’d obviously startled her.

    “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to frighten you,” my voice was a shaky as the rest of me; I trembled as if the temperature had dropped several degrees.
    “It’s ok,” Charlene replied. “I just didn’t expect you to be there.” I could see she was a bit bemused by my behaviour. It seemed to grow when she noticed what I was now wearing, when I’d made her jump she’d stepped back and now she had a good full frontal view of me. She opened her mouth to say something, in my fantasy I’d kissed her at this point but I just wasn’t brave enough, instead I just put my arms around her waist and laid my head on her shoulder,
    “I’ll really miss you,” I said softly. I was surprised and delighted when I felt her arms around me, even more so because her hands were touching my bare back between my skirt and shirt.

    “Hey, it’s ok sweetheart,” her lips were so close to be that I felt her breath on my cheek. I was so close! “I didn’t realise how short that skirt is,” she said in a lighter tone. “I guess you really have grown in confidence.”

    “Yea, I guess that’s it, but I wanted to look nice for the last day,” I almost told her the truth, that I’d dresses this way in an attempt to look appealing to her, but I stopped myself.

    “Well it suits you,” she said. It’s difficult to explain exactly what those words meant to me, I got a massive surge of confidence that went through me like a tidal wave. I’d dressed to impress and it had worked, she thought I looked good wearing such revealing clothes which must mean she thinks I have a nice body. That brief surge made my mind up, I knew what I had to do.

    I loosened my grip around her waist and lifted my head up off her shoulder; I moved very slowly and didn’t say a word. As I moved back I felt her hands fall away from me but she couldn’t step back because of the desk behind her. As I moved my head away I purposely grazed my cheek against hers, very slowly I moved back, enjoying the feeling of her skin on mine until I got to the required position. I turned a little to the side so we were facing each other; we were so close that our noses were almost touching. I didn’t dare to look into her eyes, instead I lowered my gaze to her lips, it was pretty difficult to be sure but for a moment I thought I saw her smile.

    My mind was screaming at me, ‘do it Amy, do it now!’

    I closed the gap between us so my nose rubbed against hers, her lips were so close to mine, and every part of my body was shaking. Please don’t reject me, please don’t. Our lips were literally millimetres away and finally, after all this time I’d do it. I moved forward just enough so my lips would brush against hers at first and then, with a little prayer I took a leap of faith and pressed them firmly against her, gently planting a sweet kiss on her beautiful lips. Now, at this point I’d give pretty much anything, I’d do anything just to feel her kiss me back.

    I could’ve literally jumped for joy when I felt her lips respond to my touch. For what seemed like an eternity everything melted away, there was no classroom, no school, no silly uniforms and no sound, it was like the world had gone dark and fallen silent and the only thing in the world that had any substance was this one kiss. Our lips pressed together a little harder but even though from the outside it might look like an innocent peck on the lips, to me it was the single most sensual feeling I’d ever had.

    I put my arms around her neck and gently ran my fingers through her hair, still our lips were locked together, it was like we were each waiting for the other person to move it forward, however, Charlene must have just realised what was happening and, more to the point, where it was happening so she moved her head back and broke the kiss.

    “Amy I…we can’t do this,” she whispered. I could’ve crumbled to the floor with disappointment.

    “P…please,” was all I could say. I felt her hand on my cheek as she guided me away from her. I still didn’t look right at her, this time it was pure embarrassment that stopped me from facing her directly. I could feel her eyes on me, like hot lasers focusing on my head.
    I kept my eyes lowered, despite everything I was enjoying the way she gently held my cheek and stroked my hair, I wasn’t sure what was going on at the moment and I didn’t have a clue what might happen next, I just wanted to stay here but, eventually she took her hand away from my cheek and stopped stroking my hair.
    Surprisingly I felt a bit of relief, I’d been thinking about this for so long, putting myself under this pressure and now it was over. How could I have been so blind, just because I’d seen her kiss a woman once I’d assumed that she just had to be a lesbian! And what was I thinking by wearing all this stuff? That if I
    flashed a bit of thigh she’d come running? I must be the most arrogant, childish….

    “Amy?” She whispered, pulling me out of the self-loathing episode. “Amy, look at me.”

    I couldn’t.

    “It’s ok,” she said softly. She moved away the hair that hung over my face and tucked it behind my ears, then brought a finger to my chin and slowly tilted it upwards, we were still stood really close together so when we were face to face again we couldn’t have been more than a few inches apart. My eyes were still lowered, avoiding her gaze, instead I looked at those beautiful lips that I had ever-so slightly tasted a moment ago

    “I…I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I just…just had to try, I love you and…”

    “Amy, I’m your teacher,” she said softly.

    “No, no you’re not. Not anymore.”

    “Well…no,” she paused for a moment. “Is this why you’re dressed so differently today?”

    “Yeah,” I admitted, still feeling incredibly foolish. “I thought that you might…like girls. I saw you once, kissing another woman, so I thought that if I looked nice
    you might…and now that I’m not a student anymore…” My voice trailed off, I was babbling and what was left of my dignity was bleeding away.

    It was quiet for a moment, Charlene’s left hand was resting on my shoulder while her other hand cupped my cheek. She was silent. I had said everything, it was all out. I guessed that she was either simply processing everything I’d said, or she was waiting for me to pull myself together and leave.
    It was so quiet, I didn’t want to move my head because she might stop touching my cheek, instead I just opened my eyes wider and looked up, I could only see her lips from this position which, as it turned out, was enough for me to get excited. She was smiling! Not a sympathetic ‘oh dear what a shame’ smile or an awkward ‘how the fuck do I get rid of her’ smile. It was a smile that gave me hope.

    “Oh Amy, what am I going to do with you?” She continued. Still smiling, she turned her head in the direction of the classroom door then back to me, and then
    she put a finger under my chin and gently raised it until we were face to face again. I wondered what the hell was going on; nothing made much sense until…

    “Listen, to me Amy.” Charlene abandoned the soft tone and used her ‘teacher’ voice. It worked because I immediately looked up at her. “No matter what, you
    have to promise me, and I mean really promise me that you will never breathe a word of this to anyone.”

    (‘HOLY FUCK!!!’)

    “Amy?” She was waiting for an answer.

    “Yes, Miss,” (shit!) “I mean, no, no I won’t,” I sounded ridiculous and felt like a pathetic schoolgirl with a silly crush. Just to be sure she’d got the message I shook my head from side to side.

    “Good,” said Charlene, more to herself than me. “That’s good.”

    My chin still rested on her finger and I was looking up at her. She turned to look at the door a final time, and then turned back to face me. She paused for a moment and just stared at me, I met her gaze for a moment, then the hand that had been under my chin circled round to the back of my head and, with all the tenderness in the world, pulled me towards her, the space between us was quickly closed and, for the second time today, our lips met each other.

    Even when my lips were closing in on Charlene’s I half expected things to go wrong but, happily, it seemed like smooth sailing for now. Her lips lightly touched mine with just a tiny amount pressure at first, as if we were introducing them to each other, but then our kisses got a little harder. I suddenly felt deeply erotic, especially when I felt the tip of her tongue trace the outline of my lips and then, with a deftness that almost made me cry out, she worked her
    way between my lips and, for the first time in my life, I felt a woman’s tongue on mine.

    Charlene was speeding things up now; her tongue danced around mine inside my mouth while she ran her fingers through my long hair. My inexperience began to show itself because I wasn’t certain what to do with my hands, so I just copied what she was doing to me. Our kiss was becoming a little more passionate now; Charlene withdrew her tongue from my mouth and gently kissed her way down my chin before planting her wet lips on my neck. As soon as she did I made an involuntary noise.

    “Mmmmm”

    Charlene seemed to take encouragement from my vocalised approval and kissed me some more, instead of little light pecks she sucked and smooched her way over my soft skin, making her way back up my neck, she stopped off to gently pull my earlobe between her teeth before dragging her lips along my jawbone and final back to my mouth. It was the most erotic and sensual experience of my life up to that point, my beautiful, and former, teacher savouring my
    taste.

    While we kissed, I felt Charlene’s hand softly touch my breast through the thin shirt, it wasn’t long before I felt my nipples pushing against the fabric, and no doubt she could feel them as the palm of her hand brushed over them, I actually flinched in surprise when she did. I’d never had another person touch me like this and I was unprepared for the bolt of pleasure that shot through me with each new sensation.

    “Is it ok for me to touch you like this?” She asked.

    “Yes, yes of course. I didn’t mean to flinch, it’s all just…new to me,” the second I said those words I regretted it! I’d never felt quite as embarrassed and inexperienced as I had done then! I didn’t have much time to dwell on it though.

    “Good, don’t worry,” she said with a smile. She moved back a little and looked down at my shirt; my nipples were starting to ache as they pushed against it.
    She trailed a path with her finger down my throat and chest and down in-between my breast. My breathing became shallow again as Charlene undid the buttons of my shirt one by one until it fell apart. The relief from the constant straining was wonderful but nowhere near as pleasurable as feeling Charlene’s warm hand take hold of my left breast.

    I gasped quite loudly when she ever-so-gently squeezed my virgin breasts, so much so that she immediately covered my mouth with her own. She continued to caress me as our lips met again; I’d never been so turned on in my life, my hands ran through her beautiful blonde hair and down her back over the silky material of her shirt, I wanted to touch her in the same way she was touching me but I guessed there would be time for that later, for now I enjoyed being the very centre of this beautiful woman’s attention.

    Her hand left my breast and moved lower, down over my bare stomach and then to the waistband of my little skirt.

    “Is it ok for me to touch you here?” Charlene asked as her forefinger slipped inside the waistband of my underwear.

    “Yes,” I said with the breath I had left in my lungs. “Touch me anywhere.” I did realise how slutty that might have sounded to her but at this point I was too far gone to care. My body was literally pulsing with energy; the pleasure had built up inside me like water builds up against a dam. I was aching for it to be released and it seemed that Charlene knew exactly how to release it.

    As soon as I’d given her the ‘go-ahead’ Charlene slipped her hand under the waistband of my skirt. I felt her fingers through the thin material of my increasingly damp panties. She delicately ran her finger around the material before finally slipping beneath and, at last, I felt her touching my pussy.

    “MMMmmmm,” my voice came without my consent. When I’d watched porn movies in the past I’d assumed the women were faking the vocals, I knew that women don’t scream in that way at all but now I knew that, given the right motivation, my body would do whatever it liked, including making noises. I could see Charlene smiling as her finger ran up and down my wet slit, she seemed to love the response she was getting from me. She looked so beautiful, so very….

    “OOOhhhhh,” I squeezed my eyes closed as I felt Charlene’s finger delicately slip inside me, she didn’t force it, just dipped her finger inside me. My head lolled back and rested on her shoulder as Charlene expertly used her fingers to explore my centre, she stroked my wet slit up and down and back again.
    Suddenly, Charlene’s fingers were gone and she was hastily pulling my skirt back down to cover me up. Then I felt her rapidly buttoning up my school shirt
    .
    “W..What’s wrong? Did I do something?” I asked with clear panic was clear in my voice.

    “Shhh its ok Amy, stand up and sort your uniform out, have you still got the other skirt you was wearing earlier?” She asked, I could sense panic in her own voice too.

    “Umm yea, in my bag,” I said.

    “Good, go and put it on quickly, it’s almost 3.15 and there’s meant to be people coming up to this room for a meeting!”

    “Oh, shit,” All at once I was relieved that I’d done nothing wrong, and scared shitless that we were going to be caught.

    “Exactly,” Charlene replied. I realized that she must have been using her other hand on herself judging by the state of her skirt. I rushed over to retrieve my bag from the table and pulled out the skirt but it was too late. There was a knock on the door and the handle began turning! I shoved the skirt back in the bag and quickly sat down on the chair I’d been using earlier, when I felt the cold plastic on my upper thighs again I knew my skirt had ridden up too far but there was no time. My tits were practically out save for two buttons and my skirt was essentially just a thick belt for now. I tried to adjust myself in that split second as best I could; Charlene was already sorted out and beautiful again.

    That’s when two other teachers stepped into the room, one was an overweight man in his forties wearing a brown suit and the other teacher was a woman in her fifties in very thick glasses, a green jumper and a pair of brown trousers. Essentially, Mr and Mrs ‘ugly-as-fuck’ had interrupted the most sensual moment in my life.

    “Oh, Miss Rutherford, I’m sorry I’d forgotten all about our chat, I was just having a one-on-one discussion with Amy here,” Charlene had slipped back into teacher mode quickly.

    “I’m sorry Miss Sullivan; I didn’t mean to take up your time.” I said in the cutest voice I could manage. I turned towards the two intruders, “would you like me to leave?”

    “Oh, no honey that’s ok,” the woman said. “We can leave this until tomorrow, it’s nothing vital.” I suddenly felt very guilty for my original assessment of her. “We’ll see you tomorrow, Charlene.”

    “Ok, that’s fine,” Charlene answered. “Amy and I will finish up here soon anyway but we can do the meeting tomorrow.” As the two people turned around to leave, Charlene briefly glanced at me and gave me a little wink; I almost came in my panties!

    Charlene closed the door behind them and waited for a moment, and then she turned to me and burst out laughing!

    “That was close,” said Charlene between giggles. “Amy, we can’t do this, not here but…if you like you could come home with me and…”

    “Finish what we started?” I asked hopefully. It was a strange moment, we both knew what we were referring to, that we wanted to have sex, but neither of us seemed able to actually say it.

    “Yea,” she replied awkwardly. I wondered if it was starting to really sink in for her, that she was going to take home a girl who, only twenty minutes ago, was her legal pupil! It seemed like the more she thought about it, the more she was put off by the idea.

    “Are you sure it’s ok?” I asked, dreading the answer.

    “Yea…it is, I don’t live too far away, do you want to come with me now? Or do you want to come later; it’s only on Spearland Road (about a 20 minute walk from my house.) It’s up to you because I assume you’ll be expected back at home?” I really wanted to go with her but if I went home first I could get changed and freshen up, then tell my parents I was going to a friend’s house.

    “I guess I should go home first but…” I hesitated.

    “What is it?” She asked.

    “I’m just a little worried that you might…change your mind later,” I admitted.

    “Oh, don’t be silly,” she said with a warm smile. I wondered if she had thought the same thing of me. “Get your things together and I’ll drop you off.”
    Charlene took hold of my hands and pulled me to my feet; we shared a quick kiss then got ready to leave. I took off the mini skirt and put the longer one on then zipped up my bag and got my coat on. Charlene grabbed her bag and threw her coat on.

    “Let’s go quickly, before the other teachers go to their cars,” she said with an urgent tone.

    We didn’t say much during the walk through the school on the way to the car park; we walked briskly and didn’t see anyone on the way. We quickly arrived and Charlene hurriedly unlocked the car and slid in, unlocking the passenger side door for me once inside. No sooner had I closed the door behind me and locked the seat belt in, we were moving out onto the street. I’d already told her where I lived and it was a short car journey.
    We didn’t talk about the coming night, or make any plans; much like in the classroom earlier we seemed to avoid saying anything too revealing.

    “Drop me off here,” I told her when we pulled on to my street. “I live a little further up but I don’t think my parents should see us, I’m not ashamed of you but I don’t want them ringing up school or anything.”

    “That’s good thinking,” she said as she brought the car to a halt. There was no-one around so I guessed most people were home by now. “Listen Amy, you’ve got my number, if you don’t feel comfortable about anything give me a call.”

    “Yea…ok,” I said. “If you change your mind or something…”

    “Amy, I won’t do that, besides nothing has to happen. We can just hang out and watch TV or something,” Charlene said earnestly. I know that I did want something to happen but, strangely, knowing that there was still an option took a lot of pressure on me.

    “Ok, ok then,” I said. “So, I guess I’ll see you later Miss… (‘FUCK’!!)…I mean, Charlene.” I couldn’t believe I’d slipped up again but Charlene seemed to find it funny.

    “Yea, see you then,” she said.

    Charlene quickly scanned the street and then leant towards me, still with that wonderful smile on her lips, she reached out to me and cupped my cheek in her hand and guided me towards her. Then, right there in the car, Charlene slipped her tongue between my lips and covered my mouth with her own. We smooched as our tongues danced with each other in my mouth and then in hers, then all too soon she began to slowly withdraw, her lips were on my tongue and as she moved back they dragged along it.

    Charlene gave me one final peck on the lips and ran her fingers through my hair.

    “I’ll see you tonight then…”

    The End

    Please be kind with your ratings and comments! I’m just a girl trying to make you horny after all 🙂

    (I will try to find time for a follow up, I have a couple of surprises in mind but….If I do a follow up story I think it will be best to switch to a 3rd person perspective,that way I can tease you more by telling you what both of them did at home! What do you think? Let me know on here or message me)


  • Turning Toni Chapter 1

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    This is my first attempt at writing a strictly girl/girl scene. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

    I had never been with a woman or really even considered it. To be honest my sexual experiences were limited to just a few drunken one nighters in college. I had never even had an orgasm with a partner, and after those encounters had decided it was just easier to pleasure myself. That is until I met Tiffany. I had never thought I would be attracted to a woman but Tiffany was gorgeous and exuded sexual energy.

    We met at party thrown by a mutual friend. I was mesmerized the minute she walked in. From her fiery, red hair, porcelain skin, pouty lips, and voluptuous hourglass figure. She turned every head as she walked across the patio in her tight cut-off denim shorts and black tank top. I was at a complete loss for words when she approached me and introduced herself as she poured a drink.

    I felt very self-conscious of my petite Tom-boy figure as we made small talk. I was a college gymnast and had the typical body-frame that was necessary to excel in that sport, but was not considered “sexy” by societal standards. I am barely five foot tall and my breasts are a meager A cup, but all my years of physical training have resulted in a very tight toned body.

    To my surprise Tiffany and I hit it off immediately. We had a great deal in common from our love of beach volleyball and musical interests. We became fast friends and started hanging out every week over the next six months. I soon learned that Tiffany was very sexually adventurous as she would tell me about her exploits with both men and women. She was a self proclaimed nympho and unashamed.

    Her stories often left me turned on and sexually frustrated as I had never had a sexual experience that left me satisfied. I would lay in bed at night and rub my clit as I imagined Tiffany having sex with the partners she had described to me. I imagined Tiffany laying on her back with her long legs in the air as a muscular hunk thrust his big cock into her. I imagined her moaning and crying out as a cute girl licked her pussy and fingered her to orgasm. I imagined her on all fours as a big black man buried his cock in her ass. I imagined everything, but I never imagined myself with Tiffany. Until everything changed one fateful night.

    We had spent the afternoon on the beach sunning ourselves and playing volleyball with a group of friends before making our way to one of the beach bars. The drinks were going down good that night and before I knew it I was quite drunk and definitely unable to drive home. Tiffany suggested that we share an Uber back to her place and crash there since it was closer.

    We arrived at her posh one bedroom beach condo and stumbled inside laughing about the days events. Tiffany had barely shut the door behind us before pulling me against her in a crushing embrace and pressed those full pouty lips to mine. She pulled away and looked me in the eyes.

    “Toni, I want you so bad right now,” she whispered as she ran her hand under my dress and caressed my thigh.

    “But…but I’ve never been with a woman,” I managed to stammer as her touch was raising goosebumps on my flesh.

    She kissed me again softly and pressed her finger to my lips.

    “Shhh, it’s ok I’ll show you.”

    That was all the encouragement I needed. I pressed my lips to her’s in a deep kiss, as my hands explored her voluptuous body. I squeezed her firm round ass cheeks as my tongue explored her mouth. She pulled away and pressed me against the wall as she kissed down my neck, her hands lifting the hem of my dress and pulling it over my head leaving me in my tiny string bikini. She continued to kiss her way down my my chest as she rubbed my pussy through the thin fabric. I whimpered as her touch sent electric through me.

    “Oh, Tiff I’ve wanted you for so long,” I groaned as she sucked one of my nipples into her mouth.

    “Good, I have so much to show you Toni,” she said with a grin as she took my hand and pulled me into her bedroom.

    I was in awe of the decadent, opulence of her room. The California king bed was covered in pillows and fabrics of satin and furs. There was a long padded bench at the foot of the bed and the the walls were a soft muted gray. There were French doors leading to a balcony with a view of the ocean. But I didn’t have much time to appreciate it before Tiffany was pushing me to the bed and untying my bikini top. Again she licked and nibbled her way down my neck to my small breasts. She licked and sucked on my nipples until I was panting with need. I untied her top and pulled it off allowing her large firm breasts to bounce free before I rolled her over to her back so I could explore her body.

    Tiffany had the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. While they were large, they were still perky and firm. They were adorned with quarter sized rosy, pink nipples that were standing erect and begging for my attention. I kissed her as I caressed her breasts, enjoying the feeling of their weight in my hands, I moved my fingers to her nipples and teased and lightly pulled on them eliciting a low moan from her. I lowered by head to her chest and traced one of her nipples with my tongue before gently sucking it into my mouth. My hands continued their exploration down her body, over her taut stomach, down her thighs and back up to stroke across her bikini clad pussy. The entire time I took turns licking and sucking on her nipples till she was moaning and wiggling from my attentions.

    “Oh for someone who has never been with a woman you are doing amazing,” Tiffany said as she rolled out from under me and swiftly pinned me to the bed on my back, “but let me start and show you what it’s all about Toni.”

    I was breathless and my heart was pounding with anticipation as she kissed her way down my chest and over my stomach as her hands slid my bikini down my hips. I could feel the wetness between my folds increasing and I was desperate to feel her touch down there. She raised up and pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue pushing between my lips, exploring and teasing. Her other hand snaked down my body and I gasped when her fingers slid between my slick folds and up to my clit. I kissed her, moaning into her mouth as she strummed her thumb over it in rhythmic circles and worked her finger in and out of my folds. Before long I was moving my hips and grinding against her hand and when she brought her mouth back to my breasts I was at the precipice of an orgasm. Tiffany must have sensed my wanton need and abruptly stopped and pulled her hand away from my now drenched pussy. She smiled a devilish grin as she licked her glistening finger.

    “You taste absolutely delicious,” she cooed as she moved down the bed and kneeled between my trembling thighs. She placed her left hand on top of my mons and used her other to gently spread my slick folds. She began to lay long, slow deliberate licks from the bottom of my lips up to my clit where she would pause for a moment and flick her tongue around the sensitive nub. After a few minutes of this slow teasing I was begging for more.

    “Oh, Tiff, so good.”, I stammered as I reflexively thrust my hips towards her mouth. She smiled up at me and worked first one then two fingers into my slick hole. I moaned loudly as she curved them upwards and stroked the sensitive mound of flesh along the front wall of my vagina. She continued with her oral assault, now paying more attention to my throbbing clit. My brain was reeling and I was panting as she continued working her fingers in and out. I was climbing the precipice of orgasm again and I wasn’t going to let her stop this time. I grabbed the back of her head and ground my pussy into her face. She then sucked my clit into her mouth and flicked her tongue over it repeatedly and she thrust her fingers into me faster.

    “Oh fuck yes, don’t stop!” I moaned and thrust my hips towards her face.

    She indeed did not stop but continued her efforts until I was writhing underneath her. I felt my orgasm coming, but also an intense pressure in my nether regions and the urge to urinate. My thighs were trembling around her head and I gripped the bedsheets as I panted and moaned in pleasure.

    “Oh shit!” I screamed as my orgasm exploded and I felt warm, liquid gush out of me.

    I laid there still moaning and completely wrung out as Tiffany cooed her approval and continued to lap at my sensitive pussy. Finally I couldn’t take anymore and pushed her head away and clamped my thighs shut. She crawled up my body smiling and sensuously licking her lips.

    “Toni, you never told me you were a squirter!”

    “I didn’t know I was! Is that what that was, I thought I had peed. Fuck that was amazing!”

    “Most women can if things are just right,” Tiffany replied as she pulled off her bikini bottoms and laid down next to me.

    I took this an an invitation to repay the favor. Tiffany looked absolutely gorgeous stretched out on the bed. Her red hair flowing around her, and full, perky breast adorned with rosy nipples. I was nearly trembling with desire when I knelt between her legs and caught first glimpse of her beautiful pussy. She kept her auburn hair trimmed into a small strip and she had a large clit adorning her pronounced pink inner lips. I ran my index finger from her clit down between her lips causing her to moan softly.

    “Mmm, go on babe. Don’t be shy,” she said with a grin.

    I lowered my face to her delectable honey pot and began to lick up and down her slit. Her taste was something entirely unique, sweet with a hint of tang to excite my tastebuds. I delved deeper, spreading her lips and flicking my tongue across her engorged clit until she was moaning and running her fingers through my hair. I sucked on her clit and her lips as she began to moan and wiggle her hips under me. I took this as my cue to increase my efforts so I slid two fingers into her warm, wet channel and began to pump then in and out as I lapped up her creamy juices.

    “Oh god that’s it!” Tiffany exclaimed as she arched her back and pinched her nipples.

    I murmured my appreciation into her pussy as I stroked the tip of my fingers along the upper wall of her now soaking hole. I sucked her large clit into my mouth and licked my tongue across it until I felt her legs begin to tremble.

    “Fuck!” She screamed as I was rewarded with her juices squirting into my mouth and down my chin.

    Tiffany’s body relaxed and she lay there panting as I finished lapping up her creamy juices.

    “Oh my God, this is amazing! I can’t believe I’ve been missing this all these years,” I said is I crawled up next to her in bed and kissed her full lips.

    “Oh babe we are just getting started, that is nothing,” Tiffany giggled, as she hopped off the bed and skipped out of the bedroom. I had just caught my breath when she returned a few moments later with two glasses of ice water. She offered me one and I took it and gulped half of it down.

    Tiffany set he glass on the bedside table and walked to the closet. I watched entranced my the seductive sway of her full hips. She pulled down a basket from the top shelf and set it on the bench at the foot of the bed giving me a mischievous grin.

    “What’s in there?” I asked as I set my water glass down and crawled down to the foot of the bed.

    “Oh, just about any kind of toy a girl could ever want,” she replied and held up a hot pink double ended dildo.

    My curiosity was piqued and I began to rummage through the basket. There was certainly quite a variety. There was a plethora of dildos in a variety of colors, shapes and sizes (some that seemed too large to even use), vibrators, wands, anal plugs, beads, and several different harnesses.

    “Wow, do you use all of these?”, I asked holding up a very large black dildo.

    “Oh yes, sometimes it just feels so good to be really stuffed,” she purred in reply.

    I looked at the enormous dildo in wonder. I couldn’t imagine it fitting anywhere in my body nor less feeling pleasurable. Tiffany must have saw the concern etched across my face.

    “Don’t worry we will start with something smaller. Now lay back and relax, because I’m going to make you feel so good,” she said with a grin and wiggled the pink jelly dildo. I had never used anything but my fingers to masturbate and was a bit nervous but I reclined on the bed and spread my legs for her. She dipped her head down and gave my pussy several long, slow licks before spreading my puffy outer lips and probing my hole with her tongue.

    “You have the cutest little, pink hole, Toni. Perfect and tiny just like the rest of you,” she purred as she started to run the head of the dildo over my pussy.

    She continued to tease my pussy, just barely pressing the head against my hole as she licked and sucked on my clit until I whimpering and grinding against her.

    “Mmm, you want me to fuck you baby,” Tiffany cooed as I nodded my head enthusiastically.

    “Oh yes, please stick it in,” I begged.

    My hole was well lubricated and she met little resistance as she sunk the first several inches inside me. She continued to lick and suck my pussy as she slowly worked the dildo in and out of me. She continued this for several minutes gradual thrusting faster and harder till I was taking over half of the toy in my tight tunnel. I was climbing the precipice to another orgasm when she stopped.

    “Mmm, I think I need some cock too.”

    Leaving the cock inside me she flipped around and entwined her legs around my body before sinking the other end of the dildo in her own pussy. She scooted forward till our slick pussies were touching and began to thrust and grind against me. I quickly picked up the rhythm and moved with her. The feeling of our slick pussies sliding against each other and being full of cock was the most erotic sensation. We moaned, gyrated and grinded our way to orgasmic bliss until we were both exhausted and panting.

    I slept contentedly that night in Tiffany’s oversized bed with her legs wrapped around me. I awoke in the morning feeling slightly ashamed of our drunken tryst. I slipped on my clothes and snuck out of her condo leaving her sleeping peacefully, with her beautiful auburn hair spread out around her.

    As I walked home in the early light of morning and tried to sort through my jumbled thoughts. I chalked it all up to a drunken experience and tried to bury the feelings and excitement that Tiffany awoke inside of me. I assumed that this would likely be a one time fling, but I could not have been more wrong about what was to come.

    To be continued.


  • Me and my Mother, a long held dream come true, part 2: Claire joins in.

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    Part 2 of our continuing series, this time, with added family members!

    Fucking my Mum, Part 2: Sister.

    Much to my surprise more than anything, things hadn’t become awkward or stilted between me and my mum since we fucked. There had a been an uneasy week or two, where I think we were both worried about if the other regretted our initial tryst, but it soon went away. In the two months since, we had fucked several more times, usually when our lust just got the better of us.

    Christmas rolled around, and things were better than ever. With my dad working longer hours, me and my mum were fucking nearly every weekday. We put up our decorations and had sex on the floor in front of the tree, my cum once again splattering her beautiful face. On the 23rd, my sister returned home from boarding school. When I was around 13, my parents came into a good amount of money, and offered me a private education, I turned it down, having built a good group of friends at my public school. My sister on the other hand, when she turned 11, jumped on the chance. Seven years had passed, and she’d just turned 18, and was partway through her final year at the school. We had a relatively normal Christmas day, other than my mum stroking my leg under the dinner table, which was a thrill as my dad sat right next to me.

    Unlike my Dad, Claire, my sister, is very perceptive. She noticed me and my exchanging knowing glances at each other across the table, and when I jumped as her leg snaked up my thigh. Claire looked at me, and then at my mum, several times during lunch, looking ever more suspicous. I tried to shake it off, she was perceptive yes, but there was no way she could be that perceptive.

    The 28th rolled around and my dad went back to work, with Claire in the house me and my mum were unable to fuck, which I know was making us both very pent up. I went into the kitchen at lunchtime and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her on the ear, she gave me a playful squeeze through my trousers. She went to go through the back door, to water her plants, and I gave her a playful slap on the bum to which she giggled. I turned to leave the kitchen and came almost face-to-face with Claire.
    “Oh,” I gasped, my heart jumping, “I didn’t see you there.”
    Claire just raised an eyebrow. She was a very attractive girl, taking after her mother. She had long brunette hair, a chiseled, almost boyish face and a body to die for. She was slim, with wide hips and large breasts, again, like her mum.
    “Um,” I said nervously, “how long were you standing there?”
    Claire smiled, “Oh…from around the time mum grabbed your crotch.”
    I grimaced, trying to think of a way I could play it off.
    “I’m sure that was an accident,” I said, pushing my way past her and down the hallway to my room.
    “Yeah right!” Claire laughed, following me, “I’m not stupid, I know something is going on. I saw the way you two were looking at each other on Christmas day, what’s going on?”
    I sighed and rolled my eyes, turned out she was that perceptive.
    “Nothing, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “Seriously…” Claire whispered, following me into my room and shutting the door, “are you and mum…you know?”
    “I know? I don’t know, no.”
    “C’mon, I know you fancy mum, I remember the way you used to look at her when you were younger. Whenever I was at home I’d see you checking out her ass. I know you used to read incest stories as well.”
    I frowned, how the hell did she know that? I laugh and shook my head, all the while trying to decide whether or not to come clean.
    “So?” I replied, trying to be cool, “that doesn’t mean anything.”
    “Look,” Claire replied, a smile on her face, “I know our parents are pretty perverted, don’t you remember hearing them having sex when we were kids?”
    I nodded, “yeah?”
    “So we’re both just as bad surely? Just tell me, yes or no, are you fucking mum?”
    I looked Claire in the face and tried to work out whether she was messing around, or if she seriously suspected it, I took a risk, my last one had worked out well.
    “Yes.”
    Her mouth fell open for a second, then stretched into a grin. “I knew it!”
    “And you’re….okay with that?” I asked, hardly believing it myself.
    She shrugged, “doesn’t bother me, as long as dad doesn’t find out right?”
    “Yeah…that would be pretty much the end of the world.”
    Claire raised her eyebrows playfully, I frowned, “what?”
    “I’ll do you a deal.”
    I hated her deals, they always involved blackmail of somekind, “go on…”
    “I won’t tell dad,” if you let me watch.”
    “Watch what?” I suddenly got what she meant, “are you joking?”
    She shook her head. “You’re insane,” I said, exasperatedly.
    There was a knock at the door, and we both turned to it, she looked at me and smiled. “Come on,” She said, “do it now, I want to see her reaction.”
    I rolled my eyes, “come in,” I said loudly.

    Our mum pushed the door open and looked in, we were both stood awkwardly staring at the door.
    “Are you two okay?” She asked.
    “I know about you two,” Claire replied, she manner-of-factly I could have sworn I nearly had a heart-attack.
    My mum took a deep breath and walked into the room, I looked down at the floor awkwardly.
    “Okay, Claire,” she said, “what are you planning on doing about it?”
    “Well, I just told him, that I won’t tell dad, if you let me join in.”
    “You said watch,” I snapped.
    “I’m changing the deal slightly,” she whispered at me.
    My mum arched an eyebrow, “well,” she said, “I guess we’re not the only perverts in the family are we?”
    I shook my head, “I guess not.”
    “Well Claire,” our mum said, so sternly it was almost as if she was telling her off, “which would you rather, getting fucked by your brother, or by me?”
    Claire grinned, the sort of smile you see on potential sadists.
    “Why don’t you two just get on with it, and I’ll decide.”
    “Sit down then.”
    Claire took her place on my bed and watched, smiling all the while. My mum came over to me and wrapped her arms around me, she whispered in my ear, “she’s going to get a kick out of this.”
    “I know,” I whispered back.

    My mum kissed me, her warm tongue sliding into my mouth, I kissed her back. As she made her way down to kiss my neck and pulled her jumper off over her head, following by her top, and finally I unhooked her bra. I glanced at Claire as our mum’s big, heavy boobs fell out of her clothes, she was staring at them, biting her lip all the while.
    She made her way down me, lifting my shirt to kiss my belly as she dropped to her knees. I pulled it off, and noticed that Claire was now staring at my naked chest. My mum undid the button on my jeans and undid my fly, before pulling them down to the floor. My semi-erect cock was clearly visible poking through my boxers, I could guess where my sister’s eyes were now focused. Before I could worry too much about my sister becoming the newest member of the family to see my cock, my boxers were being pulled down. I watched my mum kissing the inside of my thighs as my cock stiffened further, she kissed up my legs and then over my balls. I moaned lightly and put my head back, I shot another glance at Claire who was staring open mouthed at what was happening in front of her.
    My mum licked her tongue along the entire length of my cock, from base to tip. She swirled it around my end, licking at the precum that was starting to seep out. I groaned and gripped my mum’s short hair, pushing my cock against her lips. She opened them to accommodate me and the tip of my cock slid into her warm mouth. I groaned, at which point Claire gasped, I smiled, I knew she was enjoying what she saw.

    My mum took my length further, until my balls tapped against her chin, she slid her mouth back down my length and off of it, returning to licking my tip, which she knew I liked. I looked down at Claire and saw what I had been expecting, her hands were slowly undoing her own jeans, and while I watched she slid her hand into them.
    My mum at this point returned to my level and kissed me again, this time with more passion, I clumsily pushed my hand up the long skirt she was wearing. Feeling her moisture coming through her underwear. She moaned and held on to me as I rubbed her clit through her panties. Claire by this point had given up being subtle, and was led back on the bed, her hand completely down her pants as she presumable rubbed her own.
    My mum took a step back from me and pulled down her skirt, followed very closely by her panties. Her hairy pussy appeared once again, and I wanted nothing more than to fall to my knees and bury my face in it. Instead though, she turned to Claire.
    “Take your clothes off, Claire.”
    I wasn’t expecting her to comply so easily, but clearly horniness had gotten the better of my little sister, she stripped as quickly as she could. There wasn’t even time for me to savour in seeing her naked for the first time since she’d been a little kid. Now all of a sudden, she lay nude on my bed. Her breasts, easily as big as mum’s D cup where home to two hard, beautiful little nipples. Her pussy was bare, as I’d expected, it was clearly wet and her two thin lips were open, her clit was large enough to be visible as she lay with her legs slightly apart.
    I watched, agog, as my mum walked to the bed and lowered a nipple to Claire’s mouth, which to my surprise she sucked on readily. My mum lowered herself onto my sister, and laid on her as she continued to have her nipples eagerly sucked on. I watched, cock in hand, as my mum kissed her way down my sister’s body. Claire looked just as shocked as I was, as our mother took one of her daughter’s nipples in her mouth and sucked and licked. Claire moaned and laid her head against the pillow, her eyes rolling back in pure pleasure. I couldn’t help but start to beat off as my mum continued down, over Claire’s smooth flat belly, before positioning herself right in front of my sisters, tight, smooth, 18 year old cunt. Claire squirmed, almost beggingly, and finally, my mum obliged.

    She ran her tongue down the length of Claire’s soaking hole, and Claire moaned loudly. Our mother propped her legs up, and ran her tongue back up, finally ending on Claire’s clit, which she proceeded to run her tongue around in circles. Claire grabbed mum’s hair and pulled her closer, my mum opening her mouth to suck on the wet clit of her daughter. I was coming dangerously close to cumming and my mum raised her hand to Claire’s pussy and slid a finger into her, illiciting a light scream from my panting sister. My mum continued to lick and finger fuck Claire, her tongue getting faster and harder until finally Claire squeezed her legs together and which a loud, long groan, came on her mother’s face.

    I couldn’t take it anymore, I could feel my orgasm too building. I moaned, that I was about to cum. My mum got out from between Claire’s legs and laid back on top of her, turning her face towards me.
    “Cum on your sister’s face,” she said, almost demanded.
    Claire looked too worn out and shell shocked to resist, and without any further encouragement, I sprayed cum across both of their faces. They both took it with open mouths, the first two strands of cum landing in and around and Claire’s, and then one final spray hitting my mum, who cleaned my cock off eagerly. The two women panted, still laying naked on top one of another, while I tried to remain on my feet. I hadn’t even fucked either of them.


  • Bedding the Babysitter Ch 06

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    Sweet cheerleader Jenny goes on her first lesbian date.

    BEDDING THE BABYSITTER CHAPTER 6

    Summary: Cheerleader Jenny goes on her first lesbian date.

    A summary of the first five parts (although if you have not read them, I highly suggest you do…especially part 3 for this one)
    Part 1: 18 year old Jenny is a shy, curious babysitter who is pulled into the lesbian lifestyle by her pretty, seductive neighbor and employer, Megan.
    Part 2: Jenny is taken out for a makeover where she meets her school crush (cheerleader Karen) and ends up the lesbian club (La Château) where she accepts unconditionally that she is a submissive lesbian.
    Part 3: Jenny, now a sub to cheerleading captain Karen, ends up becoming popular, sets new fashions, starts seducing a female teacher and ends up as the pet for a group of cheerleaders at a retreat.
    Part 4: Jenny attempts to complete her seduction of her pretty teacher.
    Part 5: Returning home, she walks in on her Mom who has submitted to Karen. Shocked, Jenny listens to how her mother became a sub just like her.

    Note 1: As always a great thanks to Estragon for his copy-editing of my work. His countless hours editing mine and other writers’ work is critical to the quality work available on this website. Another thanks to LaRascasse for his thoughtful suggestions.

    Note 2: A special thanks for the patience of my readers as this series has been a labour of love for me. And although I spend a lot of time on all my stories, this series is the one closest to my heart and thus I don’t release a chapter until I am completely satisfied with it (Although I cringe when I read Chapter 1 and think about all the changes I would make now). Thus the story you are about to read is draft six and is substantially different from draft one. So I’m again sorry for the lengthy delay between chapters and I hope you enjoy.

    BEDDING THE BABYSITTER CH 6

    Once in my room, I tried to erase the shocking scene I had just witnessed from my mind. I simply couldn’t believe my Mother had sexually submitted to one of my friends…even though Karen had hinted at it over and over again.

    Karen, still pretty much naked, said smugly, “I told you I could get her to submit.”

    “So you did,” I replied, unsure how I was possibly going to deal with talking to my Mom now that both of our naughty secrets had been spilt in such a revealing way. I was mortified by how my Mother had found out about my sexual identity and I was stunned by her own story of submission. I hadn’t really had time to process all this information before I had to get ready for my first date ever.

    “She was even easier than I thought she would be,” Karen said with a smile.

    Trying to change the subject, not wanting to talk about my Mother’s sex life, I reminded her, “I finished my seduction of Miss Morgan.”

    “I can’t fucking believe it,” Karen responded, clearly surprised by my success. “Do tell.”

    I retold the whole ordeal from the initial rejection, to the hands of fate bringing us back together, to the inevitable climax when I went back to her place.

    “Wow,” Karen said, impressed, “you are both the hunter and the prey.”

    I shrugged.

    “The question is which of those are you tonight?” Karen questioned.

    I reflected on the question. In every other sexual encounter it was clear that I was the submissive, other than my seduction of Miss Morgan, I suppose. But this was different. “I don’t know.”

    Karen’s phone rang and it was her Mom. “I’m at Jenny’s. What? I was? Fine, I am on my way.” Karen hung up. “Apparently I was supposed to babysit my little brother ten minutes ago. I have to go. I guess I better go and untie your Mom.”

    “Good call,” I replied, shaking my head at the obvious absurdity of my Karen’s last sentence.

    She left and I in a tizzy over what to wear, how to act, and scared to deal with my Mom, decided to go to Megan, the person who started it all, for advice.

    I knocked on her door and was thankful when she answered. Her genuine smile told me she was happy to see me. “Well, hi Jenny. Max is going to freak out.”

    A second later that prediction came true when Megan’s son Max attacked my legs screaming, “Wenny,” It took fifteen minutes of playing before he calmed down and I promised, “I will come back and play in a bit, but I need to talk to your Mommy, ok?”

    “Ok, Wenny,” he agreed, watching some kid TV show I no longer was cool enough to recognize.

    Megan had poured iced tea for us and asked, “What is bothering you, Jenny?”

    “How do you know something is bothering me?” I asked.

    “Am I wrong?” she asked, her hand falling on my knee.

    I unloaded all the sordid details of my life, the good and the bad and the preposterous and my fear of how to deal with my Mom after what I witnessed and she learned about me and my upcoming date.

    Megan listened without interruption before responding. “Well, that is a lot for any eighteen-year-old to deal with. But I am more concerned about Susan.”

    “My Mom? Why?” I asked.

    “Well, sure your Mom found out you are a lesbian, but she was just humiliated in front of her only daughter, who has since left the house without talking to her. I can only imagine how emotionally unstrung she must feel right now,” Megan pointed out.

    “I am such a bad daughter.” I sighed, tears beginning to form.

    “No, you are an amazing young lady who is finally coming to grips with who she is sexually. But you are lucky you found out when you were eighteen; Susan is just learning now. You followed your natural instinct when crisis or upheaval comes unexpectedly….fight or flight, and you chose flight.”

    “I need to go,” I acknowledged.

    “Yes you do. But remember she is probably very fragile right now. Although she is the adult, right now it is your turn to be there for her. Talk to her. Listen to her. Let her help you with our date,” Megan instructed me, her maternal side flowing out of her…no evidence of the sexy seductress she was.

    “Ok,” I agreed, standing up, although still scared for the conversation I had to have.

    “Jenny, I am always here for you. I am a friend first, a Mistress second, although I wouldn’t mind seeing you soon for the latter,” she smiled, implying she missed the intimacy we shared.

    “I would like that,” I agreed and Megan wrapped her arms around me for a warm embrace of security.

    “Thanks,” I said, when the long embrace ended.

    “You are welcome, Jenny. I will always be here for you.”

    I left and returned home. I paused at my front door, still unsure what to say. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to have a conversation I never in a million years thought I would have.

    Mom was vacuuming, which shouldn’t have been a surprise. When she is stressed, she cleans even if the house is already spotless, which it was as yesterday was her usual cleaning day. I don’t think she even heard me come in until I said, “Hi, Mom.”

    She turned round and the sheer fear in her eyes broke my heart. I was originally petrified to tell my Mom my true sexual identity and now it was Mom worried about having a similar conversation with me. Her first words were, not surprisingly, an apology. “Jenny, I am so, so, sorry you had to witness what you did.”

    I replied, moving towards her, “I am sorry too. I unleashed her on you. I am to blame.”

    “Oh honey, you are not to blame for my weakness and my loneliness,” she replied, tears already beginning to stream down her face.

    Smiling, I officially came out to my Mother. “Well Mom, in case you had any lingering doubts. I like girls.”

    “Only girls?” Mom asked clearly digging deeper without obviously digging deeper.

    “Yes, only girls. I have accepted that I am a lesbian, but was too scared to tell you,” I admitted.

    “Why?”

    “I just thought you are already a single Mother trying to raise a child on your own, the last thing you needed was to learn I was a lesbian.”

    “Honey, I love everything about you. You know that, right?” Mom asked, her tone heartfelt, and concerned.

    “Oh Mom, I know. It was a silly insecurity, but I have only explored my curiosity very recently,” I explained.

    “I understand,” she said, before adding with a sad smile attempting to lighten the heavy mood, “I too have only recently explored my curiosity.”

    “Touché,” I quipped back, before adding, “It is ok, Mom. You are allowed to have sex.”

    “With my daughter’s friend?” Mom asked, mortified by her actions.

    “Well, it is not the most orthodox choice, but you really had no choice. Karen is utterly irresistible,” I comforted her with saying the truth.

    “And to be treated like a, like a, like a….” Mom couldn’t even finish the sentence.

    “It’s ok, Mom. I am a sub too.”

    “But I am your Mother!” she exclaimed, trying to cover herself with even guilt for her actions.

    “I know. But I am an adult too,” I pointed out.

    “I try to forget that.” Mom smiled. “It’s tough seeing you grow up and not need me anymore.”

    “Oh Mom,” I said, giving her a hug, “I will always need you.”

    After a silence, Mom asked, “Well, now what?”

    “Well, no more secrets,” I suggested.

    “Agreed,” Mom concurred.

    “Can I suggest something?”

    “Sure, honey.”

    “You should go talk to Megan,” I suggested.

    “Ms. Cameron?”

    “Yes, my real Mistress,” I said and told Mom everything that had transpired the past few weeks.

    Once I had finished, Mom was silent before she finally said, “I don’t even know what to say.”

    “You don’t have to say anything, Mom, you just have to support me.”

    “Of course, honey,” she softly replied, “it’s just this has been a lot to digest in one day. Both my predicament as well as learning my daughter is gay.”

    “I know, Mom,” I replied. Looking at the clock, I freaked out. “Shoot, I am suppose to meet Ashley in twenty minutes and I haven’t even started getting ready.”

    “Well, what can I do?”

    “Drive me,” I asked.

    “Of course, honey,” she chuckled.

    “What?”

    “When the day started if someone would have told me I would be driving my daughter on a date that would have surprised me. That it was a date with another girl would have surprised me even more. Yet, after all that has happened today….”

    “I know Mom.” I smiled.”I know.” I gave her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, before I hurried to my room and rifled through my closet. What to wear on my date? If it was a date? Was it a date? Or was it two friends going to a movie? Time being my enemy, I didn’t have time to analyze what it was or wasn’t and focused on what to wear. I decided to stick to my more provocative style I had worn since my transformation. A long plaid skirt, thigh high stockings and a white blouse. My hair wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do.

    I quickly texted Megan:
    Mistress Megan,
    I talked to Mom. I think we are cool if that is possible after today. Could you please check on her. She knows about you and I.
    Pet Jenny

    Megan texted back while I was in the car with my Mom:
    Pet Jenny,
    Oh my… she knows. How is she taking it?
    Meg

    I typed back:
    Mistress Megan,
    Fine…I think. I just think she needs an adult to talk to.
    Pet Jenny

    She responded:
    Will do, sexy.
    Meg

    We drove in silence to the theatre while I texted. Once I put my phone away, Mom asked, “Who you texting?”

    “Mistress Megan,” I admitted.

    “Mistress,” she repeated, still attempting to come to grips with what she had done, “I can’t believe how many times I have heard or said that word today.”

    “Tell me about it,” I joked, before warning “I asked Mistress to check on you.”

    “You did?” she asked, instantly going red.

    “Yes, she can help you sort out all your feelings like she did for me,” I explained.

    “But she seduced you,” Mom pointed out.

    “She opened the door to who I am,” I corrected. After a brief pause, I added, “Plus, although she is a Mistress, she is above all a compassionate woman. Promise me you will talk to her if she comes over or invites you over.”

    “Ok,” she reluctantly agreed.

    At the theatre, Mom smiled. “Call me if you need me to pick you up.”

    “Will do,” I smiled and have her a quick hug, like I had always done.

    I watched her pull away and my anxiety instantly grew. Considering all I had done the past couple of weeks, and the fact that Ashley and I had already had sex, albeit under strange circumstances, I was incredibly nervous. I entered the theatre and saw Ashley already there. She too had on a plaid skirt, black stockings and a pink blouse. She looked so adorable, so sweet and yet so sexy. I felt a chill go up my spine just looking at her. I could tell though, that like me, she was nervous.

    I walked over to her and she handed me a ticket. “I got here early to make sure we got tickets,” she said, handing me my ticket.

    “Good call,” I replied, before adding wittily, “two great minds think alike.”

    “What?” she asked, confused.

    “We could be fashion twins,” I joked.

    “I wanted to try to pull off what you have been lately,” her tone implying flattery.

    “Well, that you did,” I confirmed, “you look adorable.”

    “As do you,” she returned the compliment.

    “Well, it’s settled. We both look adorable.”

    “Agreed,” she laughed, her smile so radiant. “We are two hotties.”

    “Damn right,” I laughed. “Now let’s go get some snacks.”

    We waited in line and talked about cheerleading and the upcoming competition in three weeks. Ashley flattered me. “I can’t believe how quickly you learned all our routines.”

    “Well, Ms Hopkins scares me. She is a drill sergeant.”

    “True, but she has a heart of gold underneath that intense exterior,” Ashley pointed out.

    I complimented her back. “And you are the silent leader of the group.”

    “Not really,” she said, uncomfortable with getting praise.

    I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “Seriously, this group would be lost without you.”

    Suddenly there was silence as I carelessly made the first move by accident and in case I had any doubts if this was potentially more than a date it became obvious by the nervous awkwardness of the moment. Before I had time to consider this, the cashier called next and I let go off her warm hand and smiled, “What would you like?”

    The moment passed, we ordered a big tub of popcorn to share and a couple of drinks. Once in the theatre and seated, we both had time to consider our feelings. We each grabbed some popcorn and ate as a way to avoid the awkward conversation that we both were obviously insecure about. Suddenly my phone rang and it was a text from Karen.

    Karen: Have u fucked her yet?

    I went instantly red.

    Ashley asked, “You ok?”

    “Yes,” I replied, putting my phone on vibrate.

    “Are you really going to the prom with Troy?” Ashley asked.

    I shrugged. “It happened so quick. One moment I am a shy, nerdy outcast, the next a popular cheerleader. I never really had a chance to catch my breath. We have not even talked other than at school.”

    “Do you want to?” she asked, her facial expression so insecure.

    “I don’t know. I have never had a boy interested in me, but now that I do I realized something,” I admitted, after a brief consideration.

    “What is that?” Ashley asked, anticipating my every word.

    “I am not really interested in boys. “I threw the hint out there, scared to declare my confirmed lesbian status, yet hinting at it in a way to say I was available to her. After a brief silence, I asked, “Are you going with anyone?”

    “I was supposed to go with Dixon, but we broke up last night,” she revealed, seemingly opening the door for me the same way I had for her.

    “Oh,” I replied, “how did that go over?”

    She smiled, clearly not heartbroken by the ending of the relationship. “He told me I was a cock-tease, a bitch and that I would regret dumping him.”

    “You dumped him?”

    This time her hand went to mine and she revealed, “I have fallen for someone else.”

    My face flushed again and I was briefly speechless. After a lingering silence where the silence spoke wonders, I asked, tentatively, even though every sign screamed yes, “Me?”

    “Yes, you, Jenny,” she admitted, playfully slapping my shoulder. “I always questioned my sexuality, and the fact that I never remotely wanted to have sex with Dixon only enhanced my doubt of my true sexuality. Dixon and I never had intercourse. I gave him head a few times, but that was it and I can’t say that was even remotely appealing.” After a pause she added, “Other than the odd fooling around with the girls in hotels at cheerleading competitions, I am rather inexperienced.”

    “I was too, until very recently,” I admitted, hoping to make her less insecure about her lack of experience.

    “Jenny, I like you, I mean I like-like you,” she admitted nervously, putting her heart on her sleeve, her cheeks ruby red.

    I didn’t hesitate when I repeated her words, “I like-like you too, Ashley.”

    Her eyes lit up, her cautious smile broke wide open and ignoring the quickly filling theatre, she leaned in and kissed me. The kiss was soft and tender; cautious and sweet. It only lasted a few seconds, five maybe, before we broke it realizing the setting for such intimacy was not ideal.

    Our feelings now out in the open, we had a full movie to silently consider the repercussions of our declarations to each other. I assume Ashley pondered how her very Christian family would take the news, while my worries went in a completely opposite direction. Even though Karen already approved Ashley’s and my relationship, I pondered how to deal with having two Mistresses and a girlfriend? Did I actually have a girlfriend? Just a couple of weeks ago I was a virgin and unsure of my sexuality and now I was very confident of who I was. The lights dimmed, the first of many trailers began and I suddenly was nervous to reach for popcorn. I wanted to just hold her hand, but even after our declarations and our kiss, I was nervous.

    After the first trailer, which I could tell you nothing about as my head ping-ponged inside over my insecurity and excitement, Ashley, sensing my anxiety asked, as she purposely dropped a couple of pieces of popcorn down her very nice cleavage, “Do you want some popcorn?”

    I blushed like I had so many times this past several months. “I would love some.”

    I glanced around slyly, nervous of others seeing before I leaned over and retrieved the popcorn pieces that were lingering on the top of her small but well-showcased breasts. I returned to my upright position as Ashley pointed out, unbuttoning one, then two, buttons on her blouse, “Jenny, you missed a piece.”

    My mouth dropped open slightly before I quickly leaned over and retrieved the lost popcorn piece from right between her breasts in her white lace bra. I felt a rush, as I sat back up and chewed thoroughly the lucky piece of popcorn. Ashley didn’t fix her blouse as she offered me popcorn the traditional way and returned to watching the movie with a sexy smile on her face. I took some popcorn and, suddenly relaxed, I watched the trailers.

    A few minutes into the movie, Ashley put the popcorn bag down and entwined her fingers between mine. A chill electrified my spine and a sweet warmth filled my body.

    The next hour and half, give or take, was the simplest and most amazing of my life. Everything just made sense. We watched the movie, both of us content to just be together with our declarations and the indescribable warmth that goes with it. Neither of us ever touched the popcorn again, neither of us willing to let go to the security that went with just holding hands.

    As the credits inevitably ended, I felt a wave of disappointment, not because the movie was done, but because our first date, this small ripple of perfect time was ending. Real life was so much more complicated than any one small moment of bliss that always ended. Instantly, even as we both sat quietly as the credits rolled, I wondered: now what?

    Eventually, we were the only two left in the theatre when Ashley finally spoke, breaking the lengthy awkward silence, “So I guess we didn’t eat much of the popcorn.”

    The words came out of my mouth without thinking, “That wasn’t what I was hungry for.”

    A second later, when I realized what I had just said, I apologized. “I am so sorry, I don’t know why….”

    My apology was stopped mid-sentence by Ashley’s soft lips.

    Her tongue parted between my lips and we were soon in a tender, passionate kiss like nothing I had ever experienced. I imagined the fireworks above my head exploding like in the movies as yet another chill of pleasure slid up my spine. The kiss lasted only a fraction of a minute before the lights began to flicker. Ashley asked, “Do you want to come over to my house for a bit?”

    “Sure,” I eagerly agreed, my loins on fire even though I assumed there was no way we would be able to do what I was craving.

    Ashley took my hand, entwined our fingers again and led me out of the theatre. A couple of people noticed, but I didn’t care. I was a lesbian and I no longer wanted to pretend otherwise. In a move totally unlike the old me, I even blew a kiss to a guy who was watching us.

    In the car, we drove in silence, both of us content with what we had shared and admitted, although I was nervous and excited at the possibilities of a relationship. It was hard to believe that this day started with me attempting, failing and then succeeding in seducing Ms Morgan, was followed by me walking in on my Mother being dommed by Karen and now I was potentially in a real relationship. It was all so surreal, the kind of stuff you read on Literotica, not the stuff that actually happens…yet it all had happened and this crazy day was not yet over.

    Pulling into her driveway, Ashley announced news that instantly sparked a fire down below, her tone implying she was thinking the same thing I was. “My parents are at some charity event and won’t be home till late.”

    In the house, she suddenly was nervous and unsure what to do. I tried to help by asking, not so subtlety, “So, where is your room?”

    Her face went red, but it seemed to be the tiny push she needed. She grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs and into her room. On the wall were posters of various eighties bands. She apologized, “Sorry, I love the eighties.”

    “Me too,” I said, and began singing, “Wake me up before you go-go, don’t leave….”

    She joined in and we danced and goofed off, allowing the awkward tension to fade.

    Exhausted and giggly, I fell on her bed. She looked at me. I smiled and teased, “Come over here Ashley, I don’t bite…hard.”

    She laughed nervously, but joined me. I looked into her eyes and she mine and I leaned in for the kiss. She closed her eyes and our lips touched. When we first had sex at the cheerleader’s retreat it was amazing and somewhat intimate, considering the circumstances and my position at the time as a submissive for Karen. But now, just the two of us, it was different. We kissed with tenderness, exploring each other’s mouths. Her hands began to unbutton my shirt, and the anticipation of more tingled all over. Not wearing a bra, a chill went up my back as my blouse was opened. Once she had my breasts uncovered, I returned the favour, pulling, unbuttoning her blouse button by button. Her lace push-up bra showcased her small sculpted breasts. I reached around and unclasped her bra and allowed it to fall between us. I smiled, “We have almost identical breasts.”

    “Small, but perky,” she shivered, feeling the same cold breeze.

    “Let’s warm you up,” I offered, pushing her onto the bed. She pulled me down with her and our breasts drew together, and we returned to kissing. The heat picked up as the kissing became more raw and needy, each of us melting into the other, until there was no more ‘other’…two becoming one.

    Wanting to please her, I pushed her onto her back and moved to her breasts. I spattered kisses all over her breasts, before teasing each nipple with my teeth, not hard bites, but nibbles that made her breathing increase. I slid my tongue down her toned belly, past her cute belly button, before reaching her sweetness. I was greeted by a slight gleam on her shaved pussy and a sweet aroma that I wanted to die in. I extended my tongue and began licking, savoring each lick. Her moans increased quickly and after only a couple of minutes of pleasure she begged, “Finger me, Jenny, please.”

    I slid two fingers inside her hot pussy and her moans increased exponentially. Shy, conservative Ashley left the room and was replaced by horny animated Ashley. As I pumped my fingers in and out of her, she got animated. “Oh fuck Jenny, harder, fuck my cunt harder.”

    I did, thrusting my fingers in and out as quickly as I could, but it wasn’t enough.

    “Another finger,” she begged and I allowed my three middle fingers to fuck her.

    “More,” she moaned, “another, please.”

    I couldn’t fathom another finger fitting into her pussy, but I added my pinkie, which her cunt surprisingly easily allowed.

    “Aaaah,” she screamed, and I was thankful her parents were not home.

    A minute later, Ashley clearly on the brink of orgasm, she surprised me when she begged, “Fist-fuck me Jenny.”

    “Really?” I asked, not able to fathom my hand, although petite as hands go, fitting inside her.

    “Fucking do it!” she demanded, “fist-fuck my cunt now.”

    Her urgency startled me, but with trepidation I did, scared I would hurt her. But like the four fingers, my fist slid inside her wet pussy rather easily. Once in, she began bucking her hips on my fist, literally fucking herself. I watched in amazed awe at how Ashley had transformed from a sweet timid girl to a raging slut so quickly, before realizing I had done the exact same thing in the past month.

    Seeing her sweat, desperate to come, I leaned forward and sucked her swollen clit into my mouth. That was the pebble that broke the dam, as Ashley’s legs wrapped around my head and she screamed, loud enough I was worried the neighbor’s would think she was being murdered, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

    She collapsed onto the bed as her cum sprayed out of her, like a broken water fountain. I eagerly tried to catch all her sweet nectar, as all the while I continued to fist-fuck my beautiful girlfriend. Her whimpers continued for a long time, as did her orgasm. Finally she begged, “Please stop, I have to pee.”

    I pulled my fist out, which was surprisingly harder than putting it in, and Ashley scurried to the bathroom. As I lay in her bed, giddy with what had just occurred and hoping she was going to return the favor, my cunt tingling like there’s no tomorrow, I heard the front door open and close.

    I quickly searched for my clothes, just as Ashley returned to her room freaking out. “Shit, shit, shit, my parents are home.”

    “It’s ok,” I said, trying to calm her down, “get dressed and they will never know.” I tossed her her skirt and she quickly pulled it on, just as I finished dressing.

    She quickly found her blouse and I made the bed, which was a complete disaster, just as there was a knock on her door.

    Her mom announced, “We are home, sweetheart. Can I come in?”

    Ashley, her face still just fucked red, looked at me as I jumped on the bed and opened a textbook, answered, “Sure.”

    Her mom came in, dressed in a beautiful red cocktail dress, looking like a twin to Ashley, not a mother. “Oh, you have company.”

    Ashley was paralyzed, clearly not used to lying to her mom or almost getting caught having lesbian sex. So I stood up and walked over to her. “Hi, Mrs. Swanson, I am Jenny.”

    “Hi, Jenny,” she replied cordially, adding, “we have heard a lot about you.”

    “You have?” I questioned, playing all innocent. “I hope it was all good.”

    “Of course,” she smiled, “well, I will leave you two alone. But it is getting late.”

    “I was just leaving,” I replied.

    Once the door was closed, Ashley collapsed on the bed. “Oh my God, do you think she knows?”

    “How would she?” I asked. “It looked like two girls studying.”

    “I suppose,” she sighed, looking so cute in her insecurity.

    “But I should be getting home,” I said.

    “I am so sorry I didn’t get to….”

    I returned to her bed and I put my finger on her lips. “I’ll take a rain check.” I kissed her, quickly wanting to remember her softness.

    We went downstairs and after meeting her father and chatting shortly with her mother about cheerleading, it was decided her dad would drive me home, which was a disappointment as I wanted to spend more precious time with Ashley.

    Generic chit-chat later and I was home. I noticed the light was still on at Megan’s, but resisted the temptation to go over, even though my pussy was still begging for attention. I figured I would have to pleasure myself the old fashioned way…with my fingers.

    Checking my phone before going in, I noticed three texts:

    Karen: Answer me, slut!

    Karen: I am going to punish you tomorrow, slut!!!

    Ashley: Will you be my prom date?

    My whole body warmed at Ashley’s six words. My hand trembled as I typed my response.

    Ashley
    I would LOVE to be your date.
    Your girlfriend?
    Jenny

    I sat on my doorstep, eagerly awaiting a response from Ashley that didn’t come. I considered texting Karen, but I didn’t even know where to begin so I figured I would worry about Karen and her threat tomorrow. Today was too perfect to ruin.

    Ashley then texted me:
    Jenny,
    I can’t wait!!! I really LOVE spending time with you and YES you are MY girlfriend.

    On cloud nine, I put my phone way and entered the house.

    Once in the house, I went to the front room and was surprised for one last time today. For the second time today, I saw my mother in a compromising position…this time she was on her knees between the legs of Mistress Megan.

    Megan looked up, smiled at me and asked casually, as if my Mother wasn’t currently pleasing her, “How was your date?”

    The end


  • Yes, Detective: Chapter 1

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    A detective and the daughter of a huge illegal corporation get sexy in the sheets but how will it all pan out if the detective makes a move to take down the family company?

    I hope everyone will like this new story. Please leave comments and votes about what you think! I apologize in advance if not everything is accurate but…it’s fiction so just let your mind be free (; Enjoy!

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    Chapter 1

    “Detective Warren?”

    Abby turns around to see Cynthia from the evidence room. She smiles at the short red head.

    “Call me Abby, Cynthia. We’ve known each other for four years.”

    Abby says with a warm smile to the older woman. Cynthia smiles back.

    “Yes, of course, I know. That is why I was wondering if you and Jake would like to come to Dan’s Bar tonight for my birthday tomorrow. I thought I would get some of my friends together along with my husband before the family party I’m having on my actual birthday.”

    Cynthia explains quickly, knowing both of them needed to get back to work. Abby smiles and rubs Cynthia’s shoulder warmly.

    “Of course. I’d love to. I get off at 8 tonight, is that too late?”

    Abby asks and smiles at her partner waiting near the doorway. Jake waits impatiently with an eye roll. Unlike Abby, he has curly brown hair with bright blue eyes. Abby, however, is a blonde with pin-straight hair and hazel eyes. Cynthia smiles.

    “That’s perfect. I’ll see you then- be careful out there.”

    Cynthia says as she walks back into the evidence room. Abby walks over to Jake with a glare.

    “Do you have no semblance of patience?”

    Abby asks with an eye roll. Jake gives her one of his charming smiles.

    “Oh settle down Abby. I just want to get going so the Captain isn’t up our asses again.”

    Jake explains and struts confidently out of the door. Abby smiles and follows her partner out to the car. Time to start the lovely job of being a detective.

    ////

    Dana exhales angrily as her brother continues his speech to her.

    “…and that is why I can’t have you out in the field Dana. It’s too dangerous. Father would come out of his grave and kill me if I let you. This Abby Warren woman and Jake Stevens guy are too much for you to handle. They’re relentless in prying open the closet that holds all the skeletons of this company. Even with the new intel I have, I need someone to go in there who is a professional. “

    Brandon finishes and looks at Dana with fake concern. Dana clenches her jaw in anger. Ever since their father had passed away her older brother, Brandon, had taken over the company business. Unlike her father, Brandon doesn’t let Dana aid in any part of the business. Even though he often uses brotherly love for the reason to his actions Dana knows Brandon simply wants to keep her out of the business because their father had been on the verge of putting her in charge. Though towards the end of his sickness, their mother convinced him that Dana is too young to run the business. Dana had tried swaying her mother’s opinion into her favor but her mother had stood her ground.

    “Brandon, you know Father has let me lead on these types of cases before. Let me help. Abby Warren is simple compared to the other things I have done.”

    Dana responds. Brandon finally gives her a cold glare and his lips pull back in a snarl.

    “I’m saying no! I run this company! Not you! I will decide who makes the moves!”

    Brandon yells and stands up, his hands slamming on the desk as he finishes his rant. Dana glares back at her brother then stands up, walking out of the office. Dana could get what the company needed. She WILL prove Brandon wrong. Dana grabs her phone from her pocket and calls her best friend, Victoria.

    “Vicky? Get the girls together. We’re going out drinking tonight.”

    ////

    Abby and Jake walk into Dan’s Bar after their shift was over. Both of them needed a strong drink after having to chase after two suspects of their most recent case. On foot.

    “I’m going to get us some drinks. You want your usual?”

    Jake asks as he starts walking through the crowd of people around the bar.

    “Yeah!”

    Abby yells back over the music thumping through the speakers. Abby waves to Cynthia and makes her way through the crowd to the back of the bar where Cynthia had reserved a few tables for the party. Cynthia smiles and waves back.

    “Detective- I mean, Abby. I’m so glad you could make it. This is my husband, Ron.”

    Cynthia corrects herself then introduces her husband. Abby smiles at the middle-aged man with balding hair that looked like a school teacher. Abby shakes hands with Ron. Dana, after an hour of waiting, finally spots Abby Warren. Dana had a source on the inside that Abby had been invited to a co-worker’s party in the bar tonight. It is a perfect plan that was already set in motions. Victoria notices also and grabs Dana’s arm.

    “Dana is that-?”

    Victoria asks before being cut off by Dana, who is smiling mischievously.

    “I believe so.”

    Dana says and ignores Victoria’s request to leave. Dana hears something in Victoria’s plea that ‘this is against Brandon’s orders’ and it only makes her resolve against her brother grow stronger. The night is slow and Abby sips from the glass Jake hands her. They have fun talking with everyone from the precinct and getting to know Cynthia’s other friends. Dana watches them carefully and realizes Abby is a quite bold lady lover. More than a few times she witnesses Abby checking out women with her partner. Dana smirks. She was a secret lady lover herself. Of course, her family would go crazy at the thought of her being a lesbian and keeps her interactions with women to a minimum. Her father had known she was a lesbian. The only person she had discussed her sexuality with and he accepted her. But now he is gone and Dana has no one who understands her. Abby would be a risk with her friends surrounding her but she was willing to take the risk. Dana locks in on Abby and sends the blonde her best ‘fuck me’ eyes. Abby and Jake decide to play a friendly game of darts. It’s always competitive though and halfway through Abby is winning by 10 points. Jake walks over to Abby when she lines up to throw the next dart.

    “The hot chick in the booth to your right is so checking you out.”

    Jake says discreetly. Abby smirks and doesn’t look away from the board.

    “I know what you’re trying to do Jake and it won’t work.”

    Abby dismisses his attempt to distract her and sends the dart flying to hit the board dead center. Jake groans and Abby pumps her fist at her bulls eye. Jake sends a playful glare to the blonde.

    “I was serious, though. You’ve got serious ‘fuck me’ eyes coming your way. The woman looks like sex on legs. Now, she may be looking at me. We both know I’m a very handsome looking guy.”

    Jake says with a cocky smirk. Abby rolls her eyes and subtly looks over to the booth. There is, in fact, a ‘hot chick’, as Jake had so eloquently put, staring at her or Jake with beautiful dark eyes. Abby looks down her body, taking in the tight red dress and black heels on the woman. Dana feels heat flood through her at Abby’s eyes raking down her body. Abby turns back to Jake who had also checked out the woman again. Abby looks down at her drink and smiles.

    “I am going to go refill my drink. Find out if it’s me or you.”

    Abby tells her plan to Jake and he nods with a smile. Abby walks a sway in her hips, to the bar and orders another drink. Dana watches Abby’s ass in a trance. The blonde looks really good in jeans, Dana thinks. Abby glances to Jake and he gives her a smirk and a wink. The woman was watching her. Abby smiles and walks back to Jake, watching the brunette who smiles back at her. Abby looks to Jake and winks at him. In return, he gives her a nod and thumbs up for confidence. Jake could be cocky, annoying, and downright disgusting sometimes. But he is also a spectacular wingman, friend, and detective. Dana sits up straighter as Abby comes towards her. Abby walks up to the smiling brunette, who looks more breathtaking up close. Her friends look up in surprise at Abby’s approach.

    “Hi, I’m Abby. Can I buy you a drink?”

    Abby asks with her best charming smile. Dana vaguely notices her friend’s glares but does nothing about them. Abby notices how the brunette gets a few death glares from her friends in the booth but they say nothing.

    “I would love that.”

    Dana husks in her sexiest voice. Abby smiles wider as the brunette stands up. Victoria looks like she is going to speak up but she doesn’t after a glare from Dana. Abby lets the brunette walk in front of her to two empty seats at the bar, shamelessly checking out her ass. When they sit down Abby smiles again.

    “You’re allowing me to buy you a drink but you haven’t told me your name yet.”

    Abby points out and waves over the bartender. Dana smiles.

    “Dana. My name is Dana.”

    Dana says and orders her drink. Abby smiles and glances over her shoulder at the heated glares from Dana’s friends.

    “Should I be worried about the holes your friends are burning in my back right now?”

    Abby teases, not truly all that worried about Dana’s friends. Dana doesn’t even look at them, knowing that disapproving and disgusted looks will be adorned across their faces.

    “Don’t worry about them. What do you do for a living?”

    Dana asks quickly and smiles sweetly. Abby smiles back.

    “I’m a detective.”

    Abby answered then takes a sip of her drink. Dana bites her lip and gives Abby those same sex eyes.

    “That’s really hot.”

    Dana says seductively and leans more into the table and closer to Abby. Abby chuckles and pushes her hair out of her face. The blonde was surprisingly cute. Dana shakes her head of the absurd thought. As hot as this woman is Dana is strictly here to get what she needs from Abby Warren.

    “I’m glad you think so.”

    Abby winks with a smirk. Dana licks her lips and Abby can’t help but watch. Dana clears her throat with a smile. Abby shakes her head slightly and forces her mind to focus back on the subject.

    “What about you? What do you do for a living?”

    Abby asks. Dana chuckles.

    “I work for a security company. Harlem Security.”

    Dana answers with the lie and crosses her legs. Abby is ready to respond only her mind goes blank when Dana’s high heeled foot runs up her calf. Abby feels the familiar throb of want in her clit and has to clench her thighs to get her mind back on track. Dana smirks devilishly at her effects on the other woman.

    “I…uh, that’s cool. What do you do there?”

    Abby asks not so smoothly. Dana chuckles lightly and plays with the rim of her drinking glass.

    “I’m just an assistant.”

    Dana answers and moves her foot higher. Abby clears her throat then smiles at Dana.

    “You’re not very shy, are you?”

    Abby asks Dana with a raised eyebrow. Dana smirks and reaches her knee.

    “Not even a little bit.”

    Dana husks. Abby is going crazy. This woman really is sex on legs, Abby thinks. Dana finishes her glass quickly and stands up.

    “I’m going to leave. I expect you to follow me. If you don’t then I’ll go home and sleep off the buzz I have. If you do follow me then we can go back to your place and…”

    Dana draws out the word and steps closer to Abby. Abby smells her sweet perfume and the alcohol on her breath as Dana leans forward to whisper in her ear.

    “You can decide what I do all night.”

    Dana whisper then kisses Abby’s cheek. Abby watches stunned as Dana turns and leaves the bar. Dana takes a deep breath of fresh air and waits patiently for Abby, knowing the blonde won’t be far behind. Abby finds herself walking over to James.

    “I’m leaving. Have fun.”

    Abby mumbles to a smirking James who had been watching the encounter proudly for his partner. Abby then follows Dana’s path out of the bar. Dana is leaning against the railing outside the bar. She smiles when she see the blonde. Abby approaches Dana and smirks.

    “I’m going to kiss you now.”

    Abby says and moves closer to Dana. Dana smiles and moves her hands to Abby’s hips. The touch is electric. Abby cups Dana’s cheek.

    “About time.”

    Dana mumbles and their lips connect. Dana moans softly and gives the blonde a gentle tug to pull her closer. Dana hums at how soft and warm Abby’s lips are, more so than any other woman she’s been with. Abby presses their lips harder together and brushes her tongue against Dana’s lips. Dana groans and parts her lips for Abby’s tongue. Their tongues wrestle for dominance and surprisingly, Dana wins. She smiles into the kiss and presses her body against Abby’s. Abby moans and wraps her arms around Dana’s neck. Dana breaks the kiss for air. Both women pant softly but neither move away from the embrace.

    “Come on. We can grab a cab.”

    Abby says and moves out of Dana’s arms. They hold hands as Abby flags down a cab and they get inside. Abby tells the driver her address and sits back with Dana. Dana slides her hand onto Abby’s thigh. Abby bites her lip to hold in a smile. Dana moves her hand higher with a smirk and leans over to Abby.

    “I hope your place is close.”

    Dana husks into Abby’s ear. Abby shivers and checks her watch.

    “2 minutes away.”

    Abby chokes out and Dana smiles. Her thumb starts rubbing circles over Abby’s jean clad thigh. Abby closes her eyes briefly and wills the cab to go faster. Within 2 teasing minutes the cab reaches Abby’s apartment. Abby quickly pays the driver as Dana gets out and walks up to the door. Abby opens the door for her then leads them up to her apartment with her hand holding Dana’s. Abby drops Dana’s hand to unlock the door. Her fingers fumble with the keys when Dana moves in behind her and kisses her neck. Abby moans softly and finally opens the door. Dana follows her in and immediately turns her around. Dana notices the apartment smells like Abby, vanilla and possibly lavender. Abby drops her keys to the floor when Dana grabs her. Abby moans as Dana’s lips press insistently to her own then blindly closes the front door with her foot. Dana moves them through the house until they bump into the couch. Abby grunts and pulls away from the kiss.

    “Bedroom.”

    Abby breathes and leads them to her bedroom as they continue their heated kiss. Dana moans and breaks the kiss to push Abby onto the bed. Abby smiles and unbuttons her blouse quickly as Dana takes off her heels. Abby turns Dana around and pulls down the zipper slowly. Abby kisses down her spine when Dana’s beautiful tan flesh comes into view. Dana moans and moves the dress from her body, carelessly tossing it onto the floor. Abby grips Dana’s full hips and groans, her teeth grazing across Dana’s skin. Dana breaks free of the grasp and turns to Abby, dropping to her knees to take off the tight jeans. Less gracefully as she hoped, Abby slips out of her jeans with Dana’s assistance. Dana swiftly straddles Abby and tugs on her hair to bring their lips together. Abby moans and wraps her arms around Dana’s middle. In a quick move, Abby has Dana laying on her back and smiling devilishly on top of her. Dana reaches down and grabs Abby’s tight ass in two handfuls. Abby moans and leans down to connect their lips in a bruising kiss. Abby’s fingers nimbly unsnap Dana’s front clasp bra and tugs down the shoulder straps. Dana leans up slightly, never separating their mouths, and pulls down her bra. Abby eagerly cups Dana’s full perfect breasts and pushes her back into the prone position. Dana’s hands find the clasp of Abby’s bra and take it off, flinging it to the side with Abby’s assistance. Dana moans when Abby pinches her nipples and kisses her neck.

    “Yessss.”

    Dana draws out and arches her back. Abby smiles and takes a nipple into her mouth. Dana gasps as Abby swirls her tongue around her nipple. Her nipples have always been so sensitive and it was no different now. Dana tangles her fingers in Abby’s blonde hair and doesn’t let her move from her breasts. Abby moans as Dana’s nails scratch against her scalp and pull her closer. Abby moves her hand between Dana’s thighs to cup her sex against the wet flimsy thong. Dana moans louder and her hips jerk against Abby’s hand. This woman was already better than the other women she’s had and she hasn’t even touched her cunt skin-to-skin yet. Abby releases Dana’s nipple with a pop and leans up to kiss Dana again.

    “You’re so wet.”

    Abby moans out against Dana’s lips. Dana smiles lightly and grinds against Abby’s hand.

    “So touch me.”

    Dana groans and reaches down to press Abby’s hand harder against her. Dana moans and arches her back. Abby moans in lust and moves down Dana’s curvy body, kissing and licking her skin as she goes. Dana bites her lip and holds her breath when Abby is between her legs and teasing the hem of her panties. Abby slowly peels the panties off of Dana, kissing every part that is revealed but shying away from her pussy lips and clit. Dana groans in frustration and scowls at Abby who tosses the thong off the bed. Abby smirks and kisses Dana’s thigh as she positions herself between the woman’s legs. Dana is absolutely intoxicating Abby with her scent. Abby licks Dana’s pussy lips, not touching her clit just yet. Dana moans quietly and slides her hands into Abby’s hair. When the licking has Dana near whimpering, which she never does, she tugs on Abby’s blonde hair with a growl. Abby chuckles and smirks up at Dana then lowers her head to stroke her tongue over Dana’s throbbing clit. Dana cries out and grips Abby’s hair tight.

    “Ah! God! Yes, Abby!”

    Dana encourages and jerks against Abby’s mouth. Abby moans and after a few more stroke of her tongue sucks Dana’s clit into her mouth and flutters her tongue against her clit. Dana gasps and arches her back clear off the bed. Abby’s tongue is absolutely magical. Abby grabs Dana’s hips and keeps her pinned to the bed.

    “Don’t stop! I-I’m right there Abby!”

    Dana moans out and keeps Abby securely between her legs. Abby moans and flutters her tongue again. Dana is rendered speechless as her orgasm crashes down on her. The moans Dana releases sends a flush of arousal to smear against Abby’s panties. Abby gently brings Dana down after prolonging her orgasm for a few more seconds. Dana pants desperately for air and lets go of Abby’s hair. Abby moans and licks her lips when she leans back. Dana smiles softly and opens her eyes to look at Abby, her juices covering the blonde’s chin and lips. Abby crawls up Dana’s body and presses a kiss to her chest. Abby wipes her chin of Dana’s arousal and smiles slyly. Dana brings her hands up to cup Abby’s cheeks.

    “Amazing.”

    Dana whispers genuinely before pressing her lips to Abby’s. Abby smiles into the kiss. Dana rolls them and breaks the kiss to move down Abby’s thin, fit body. Abby closes her eyes and bites her lip. The throbbing between her legs is undeniable and almost painful now. She can’t remember the last time she had been this turned on. Dana quickly sheds Abby’s lacy boy short cut panties and kisses her abs. Dana dives into Abby’s pussy, moaning at the smell and taste of her. Is she really eating out the woman who is trying to tear her family’s company apart? Abby’s desperate moans bring her out of her thoughts and she moves her tongue languidly against Abby’s clit. Abby’s thighs shake and tremble as Dana builds her up to a fast orgasm.

    “Right th-there- yes! Please, Dana, make me cum.”

    Abby cries out, her orgasm pursuing her quickly. Dana moans at Abby’s words. She does love it when women beg for her. Dana is not someone to disappoint and quickly sucks Abby’s clit into her mouth. Abby cries out in pleasure and her orgasm rocks her body in powerful waves. Abby grips her bed sheets with white knuckles and arches her back.

    “Fuck! Yes! DANA!”

    Abby screams in her climax. Dana lets out another moan and softly brings the blonde down from her orgasm. Dana greedily licks Abby pussy of her arousal until Abby has to push her away in her sensitive state. Dana smiles and lays down next to Abby in exhaustion, her eyes slipping closed.

    “I’ll leave in a second.”

    Dana mumbles but Abby was already fast asleep. Dana quickly follows, her initial task flying out of her mind.

    ////

    Abby blinks awake and starts to shift only to be stuck in her position. Abby looks down at the gorgeous brown hair across her chest and instantly remembers the night. Smiling, Abby gingerly moves Dana’s arms and head off of her and slides out of bed and into the shower. Dana stirs awake as soon as she recognizes the rush of water. Dana sits up and looks into the bathroom. She could see Abby’s form through the warped glass. She knew she had to get some evidence or the night would be a waste. Well, not a total waste Dana thinks with a smirk. Dana reaches for her dress and slides it over her sore body. A good type of sore. She tosses her ruined panties into the waste bin and carries her bra in her hand. Dana tip-toes out into the living room and spots Abby’s desk in the far left corner. Dana smiles and moves over the desk. Abby steps out of the shower to see Dana had already gotten out of bed. Abby pulls on her favorite NYPD shirt and sweatpants before walking into the living room. Dana is so busy rummaging through the piles for any sign of evidence against her family’s company that she doesn’t notice Abby walking into the room.

    “Good morning.”

    Abby greets and smiles when Dana jumps and spins around. Dana slows her furiously beating heart and smiles as she looks at Abby’s wet hair and comfy clothes. Abby raises her eyebrows at her desk and Dana smiles as innocently as she can. She has to come up with a lie. A good one or Abby would become suspicious.

    “I was looking for a piece of paper to leave my number on. I didn’t think you wanted me to stay.”

    Dana lies smoothly. Abby smiles and walks to her open kitchen.

    “There should be some on the right corner of the desk. You are welcome to stay a little while longer. I make some good eggs.”

    Abby winks and starts to prepare the food. Dana smiles and reaches for the paper, putting her burner cell phone number that she uses to contact her mother. Dana weighs her options. Staying without having sex means talking which she’s sure she can get through but there were still risks. If she leaves with the promise of meeting the detective again then she’ll have better luck getting what she needs but her family will be furious when she comes home. Dana bites her lip then turns with an apologetic smile and the paper in her hand.

    “As tempting as that sounds, I should head home.”

    Dana says and walks over to Abby. Abby smiles and pauses mixing the ingredients.

    “It was very nice to meet you. I had a wonderful time.”

    Abby says with a smile. Dana smiles and softly cups Abby’s cheek before pressing a light kiss to her lips.

    “Ditto.”

    Dana mumbles and kisses Abby again. Abby smiles as Dana pulls away. Dana sets the paper with her number on it on the counter.

    “Call me.”

    Dana says seductively as she heads towards the door. Abby smiles confidently.

    “I will.”

    Dana smiles and realizes that she hasn’t been forcing them since she met the woman like she does with everyone else. Abby watches Dana in that short red dress and heels again as she walks out of the door. Abby smiles and starts working on cooking herself eggs again.

    ////

    Dana decides that she isn’t going home. Especially since she got word from Victoria that Brandon has sent someone out to look for her. Of course, she is being careful. Staying in a hotel under cash and a different name sucks but is worth not running into her brother’s moron he has looking for her. Around noon, Dana’s burner phone starts ringing. Dana checks the caller ID, expecting Abby’s number but it’s her mother’s. Taking a deep breath she accepts the call.

    “Mother.”

    Dana says carefully. She hears a growl come from the speaker.

    “Dana! Get back here! Right now! You’ve already jeopardized my plan by leaving with that…that woman!”

    The male voice screams through the phone in disgust. Brandon. Dana sighs and rolls her eyes.

    “Well, right now I’m the person closest to Abby Warren. If you want to stop her you better use me. Get over yourself and let me help Brandon.”

    Dana responds calmly. Brandon’s furious growl comes through the phone. Dana waits for his response.

    “I know mother…relax, she’s safe…I’ll take care of this.”

    Dana hears Brandon talk to someone else with him. Their mother. Dana gulps.

    “Don’t talk to Abby Warren at all or so help me, sis, I will do what is necessary for my company. Mother wants to talk with you.”

    Brandon doesn’t allow her time to speak before handing the phone to his mother. Dana clenched her jaw in anger.

    “Dana, sweetheart, come back home. We’ll get you some help. Brandon will leave you alone, I’ll make sure of it.”

    Dana’s mother says softly. Dana hears Brandon’s protest but with an assumed glare from their mother he is quiet again. Dana sighs. Her mother would never accept her as a lesbian.

    “I’m not coming home yet, Mother. I will soon, I promise. I’m sorry this has made you so upset. I love you.”

    Dana says calmly before ending the call. Dana closes her eyes and presses the phone to her forehead. This felt so wrong but Brandon wouldn’t trust her to help with the company any other way. Dana sighs and gets back on her laptop to continue her research on Abby Warren.

    ////

    Abby smiles smugly when she sees Jake at his desk giving her a slow clap.

    “Abby Warren everyone! The womanizer of NYPD precinct 13!”

    Jake yells as he stands up. Everyone in the precinct stops to applaud and holler out her name. Abby blushes slightly and takes a bow. The Captain steps out of his office.

    “Alright! Everyone back to their jobs! No one needs to know your personal business, Warren.”

    The Captain admonishes and everyone quiets down. Jake smiles and so does Abby when they sit down at their desks.

    “Blame Stevens, sir.”

    Abby says respectfully to The Captain and smirks at Jake who raises his hands in innocence. The Captain shakes his head and walks back into his office. Abby smiles at Jake.

    “So, who was the unfortunate lady you took home last night?”

    Abby teases and Jake glares.

    “Amanda from the filing office. She was anything but unfortunate. We had a very nice night and decided it was a one-time thing.”

    Jake says respectfully. They both have many sexual adventures but they also respect the women they sleep with so not many details are told.

    “Anyway, what about you? How was your night with Red Dress?”

    Jake asks and smiles at Abby. Abby raises an eyebrow, unimpressed by the nickname for Dana. Jake shrugs.

    “Her name is Dana. She was, of course, amazing. She gave me her number. I’ll probably call her after the shift today.”

    Abby answers and smiles softly. Jake looks at her like she’s lost her mind. Abby raises her eyebrows even further.

    “What?”

    Abby asks and Jake groans and rolls his eyes.

    “Call her now, Warren. A girl like that doesn’t just sit around for anybody.”

    Jake says as though it’s obvious. Once Abby thinks about it, she actually agrees. Abby grabs her phone and stands up from her desk. She dials the number she had put in her contacts this morning. Dana grabs her phone when it starts ringing again, sighing in relief when it’s not her mother.

    “Hello.”

    Dana answers the call. Abby smiles and walks into an empty interrogation room.

    “Dana?”

    Abby asks and Dana smiles at Abby’s familiar voice.

    “And here I was starting to think you wouldn’t call.”

    Dana says with a smirk. Abby smiles and starts to pace in the small room.

    “I can’t turn a woman as amazing like you down.”

    Abby compliments. Dana bites her lip.

    “I’m honored.”

    Dana purrs through the phone. Abby holds back a shiver at the seductive tone in Dana’s voice.

    “I called to ask you out on our first date, I guess?”

    Abby says awkwardly and laughs nervously. Dana smiles.

    “I’m free tonight.”

    Dana says and leans back against the headboard of her bed. Abby smiles brightly.

    “Little soon don’t you think?”

    Abby teases and Dana chuckles.

    “From last night, I thought you learned I am not a woman who waits.”

    Dana husks and Abby is sold on going on the date tonight. Abby clears her throat and leans against the table in the room, trying to ignore the persistent throbbing between her legs.

    “Tonight is perfect. I get off at 6 so I’ll pick you up around 7? Is that okay?”

    Abby checks and Dana smiles.

    “Yes, detective.”

    Dana continues her teases on the poor woman. Abby has to bite her lip to keep her whimper in. Many women have said that to her in the bedroom, hoping for some smutty role play. Abby was not one to pass on such an opportunity. But the way Dana says it makes her feel like she’ll explode. Dana smiles when there is a long pause from the other line. Abby takes a deep breath.

    “Great. Wh-Where do I pick you up?”

    Abby stumbles slightly. Dana bites her lip. Would she be able to hide from her brother all night? Dana shakes off the thought. They wouldn’t intercept while she is with Abby.

    “The Four Seasons on ninth street.”

    Dana finally answers. Abby smiles.

    “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

    Abby says with a wide smile. Dana feels a smile of her own spread across her lips.

    “Have a good day detective.”

    Dana teases the woman one last time before ending the call. Abby groans and lets her head roll back on her shoulders. Abby goes to the restroom and washes her face with cold water. She can get through the day without thinking about fucking Dana…too much. The restroom door swings open.

    “Warren, we got a lead in the case. Let’s go.”

    Jake yells into the restroom. Abby dries her hands and rushes out of the bathroom.

    “What do we got?”

    Abby asks Jake as they start walking out to the car.

    ////

    Dana puts in her earrings and steps back to look at herself in the mirror. She smiles confidently. She had bought a tight black dress with a low-cut neckline and high heels that make her ass look great. Dana walks out of her hotel room, her clutch in hand, and goes down to the lobby. Abby walks in and smiles as soon as she sees Dana. Dana smiles back and meets Abby at the entrance. Abby’s eyes roam down Dana’s body as the woman makes her way towards her.

    “Gorgeous.”

    Abby whispers when Dana stops to stand in front of her. Dana smiles and looks down Abby’s body appreciatively.

    “Beautiful.”

    Dana whispers back. Abby had been self-conscious of herself. The restaurant she is taking Dana to usually consists of dresses and suits. And having only one dress that looked like it is from the 90’s she had opted to wear black slacks, a white blouse with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows, and her black Jimmy Choo boots. Dana licks her lips then looks back into Abby’s eyes. Abby smiles at the dark desire she sees in the beautiful brown eyes.

    “Our car is out front. The restaurant isn’t far.”

    Abby says and offers her hand to Dana. Dana smiles in amusement and takes Abby’s hand.

    “Such a lady.”

    Dana purrs as Abby walks them to the front of the hotel. Abby smirks and lets Dana slide into the passenger seat of her 1970 red Chevy Chevelle. It is a little banged up but it’s Abby’s pride and joy. Dana smiles and chuckles in amusement when Abby gets into the car. Abby eyes her suspiciously.

    “What?”

    Abby asks and drives off into traffic. Dana runs her hand over the smooth leather.

    “You have quite the taste in cars.”

    Dana compliments and Abby smiles, patting her steering wheel.

    “My baby has been with me since I turned 16 and my dad bought me her from one of our neighbors for $500 bucks. She looked like shit then but my dad and I fixed her up and this is how she looks now.”

    Abby says proudly. Dana raises an eyebrow.

    “She?”

    Dana asks and Abby smirks, maneuvering smoothly in New York’s traffic.

    “Yes, she.”

    Dana chuckles lightly and looks at the restaurant as Abby rolls past it and into the parking garage. It is one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. She knows because her father took her here when she was younger and he had said how it cost him a fortune. Dana smiles at the memory as Abby parks the car. They step out and walk into the restaurant. Dana looks around the familiar dining hall and sees that the tables are full. All of them. Had Abby gotten them a table?

    “Warren.”

    Abby tells the host and he smiles.

    “Ah, the special reservation. Follow me, your table is ready.”

    Abby winks at Dana and allows her to follow the man first. They are lead upstairs and out onto the balcony. Dana had expected it to be quite and void of people but she is proven wrong when she see a bar, a dance floor, and several tables. Many people smile at them as they walk past. The host finally sets their menus down on a round table near the dance floor. Abby brings out Dana’s chair and politely waits for her to sit down before seating herself.

    “Your waiter will be with you shortly. I hope you enjoy your evening.”

    The host leaves them with a smile. Dana smiles at Abby who smiles back.

    “How does one get a ‘special reservation’ in a restaurant like this in under 8 hours?”

    Dana asks curiously and Abby smiles as she looks at the menu.

    “The owners of the restaurant lost their son to a gang rivalry in his neighborhood about three years ago. Ryan Stinger. My partner, Jake, and I put at least two of the Morgan family’s men away.”

    Dana tenses at her family name. She remembers that. Two of her good friends had been sent to jail for the boy’s death. She had forgotten Abby had been assigned to that case. In fact, it was the first case that had seduced Abby into pursuing their family. Abby shrugs gently.

    “In return for getting justice for their son, the Stinger’s say they always have a table for us. I rarely use the offer but it’s nice to have when your incredibly hot date wants to meet with you in only 8 hours and you have absolutely nothing planned. “

    Abby looks at Dana with a smirk. Dana forces a smile and looks at her menu. A young waiter walks up to their table with a huge grin on his face.

    “Ms. Abby Warren. What can I do for you, girl?”

    The boy is only about 19 or 20, Dana concludes as she looks him over. He seems oddly familiar. Dana can’t help but immediately notice the thick New York accent. Abby smiles and stands up to hug the boy.

    “Noah Stinger. God, you’ve grown so much. How have you been?”

    Abby asks as she sits down. Dana tries her best to relax. The boy is Ryan Stinger’s younger brother. Noah flashes his charming boyish smile at Abby.

    “I’m good- I’m good. What about you? We’re still playing on the same team, huh?”

    Noah asks and sends a wink to Dana. Dana smiles politely then chuckles as Abby hits the boy on the shoulder.

    “Yeah. So stop hitting on my date, kid.”

    Abby teases and smiles at Dana. Noah laughs and rubs his arm.

    “Alright, alright. What can I get you, two beautiful women, tonight?”

    Noah smiles and Abby smiles back. She shakes her head in amusement then looks up at Dana.

    “Do you mind if I order for you?”

    Dana smiles and hands her menu to Noah. Abby takes it as confirmation and looks back to the menu.

    “Two orders of dragon carrot risotto and a bottle of 2008 Didier Dagueneau Silex.”

    Abby finishes and hands her menu to Noah. Noah takes it with a smile.

    “Got it. I’ll go get your wine and your food will be out soon after that. Mother and father might want to come by, is that okay?”

    Noah asks and tucks the menus under his arm. Abby looks at Dana who shrugs.

    “I would love to see them. Thanks, Noah.”

    Abby says and Noah walks away with a wink to the blonde. Abby looks back to Dana.

    “Is it okay if they come by?”

    Abby asks just to be certain. Dana cringes on the inside. This is not how she wanted the date to go. She’d never imagined having to see the parents and brother of a man her family’s business had a hand in killing. It wasn’t her fault but she still feels the weight of guilt on her shoulders. Dana smiles as sweetly as she can.

    “Yeah, of course. I’d like to thank them for giving us this table. It’s wonderful.”

    Dana says with a smile. Abby smiles back.

    “Awesome. So what is your favorite thing to do?”

    Abby asks casually. Dana chuckles.

    “That’s how you start off small talk?”

    Abby shrugs and waits for an answer anyway. Dana smiles and shakes her head.

    “I don’t know. When I was younger it was riding horses with my father but things always change when you grow up. I don’t know what I would say I like to do now.”

    Dana says then bites her lip. Abby smiles softly.

    “I understand that. I used to love riding my dirt bike with my brothers. I was a complete tomboy growing up. I suppose I still am but now I love painting on my free time. It helps me concentrate and figure out the case I’m working on if I get stuck.”

    Dana smiles and Abby smiles back. Dana is ready to respond when an older man and woman come to their table. They looked sweet and happy. One would never think their son had died. Abby smiles and stands up.

    “Abby! Oh, we’re so glad to see you!”

    The older woman says excitedly. Abby hugs the woman and then the older man.

    “It’s good to see you, darling.”

    The older man says with a sweet smile. Abby turns to Dana.

    “Dana, this is Ed and Deloris Stinger. Stinger’s, this is Dana. My date for tonight.”

    Abby says almost proudly. Ed shakes Dana’s offered hand as does Deloris.

    “Nice to meet you, young lady.”

    Dana smiles.

    “Same to the both of you. You have a wonderful restaurant. Thank you so much for allowing us to make a reservation so late.”

    Dana says apologetically. Deloris smiles and waves a dismissive hand at the gratitude.

    “Oh, my. Don’t worry a bit about that. We’d do anything for Abby.”

    Abby smiles as Deloris wraps an arm around her shoulders. Dana smiles at Abby.

    “Come on Deloris. Let’s give these two pretty ladies space to get back to their date.”

    Ed says and waves as he leads Deloris away from the table. Abby sits back down and smiles.

    “They’re great people.”

    Abby says and Noah comes back to the table with a bottle of wine. He smiles at them and pours their drinks.

    “You’re food will be out in a few minutes Abby. Can I get anything else for you while I’m here?”

    Abby shakes her head and looks to Dana, who smiles at Noah.

    “No, thank you.”

    Noah smiles and walks away after setting the bottle of wine on the table. Dana takes a sip of the wine and moans. Abby smirks and looks over her glass as she moves to take her own drink.

    “I’ve heard that moan before. Must be good wine.”

    Abby mumbles and Dana swallows the wine. Dana narrows her eyes at the blonde.

    “What was that?”

    Dana asks though she knows exactly what Abby said. Abby smiles but shakes her head.

    “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

    Abby responds and sips from her wine. Dana smirks and sips from the wine again.

    “So, you have brothers?”

    Dana asks and Abby nods her head.

    “Yes. Three, growing up. My oldest brother died 9 years ago from a collision with a drunk driver.”

    Abby responds and takes a larger drink from her wine. Dana bites her lip at the silence between them.

    “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

    Dana apologizes softly. Abby looks up at Dana with a smile.

    “You couldn’t have. It’s okay. Do you have any siblings?”

    Abby asks. Dana hesitates but shakes her head. She had to lie. If she didn’t Abby may see through her.

    “No, I’m an only child. My parents were in their late 30’s when they had me and decided they didn’t want to risk having another kid with my mother’s age.”

    The lies come easy to Dana and it makes her feel guilty lying to the honest woman. Dana shakes off the feeling. She doesn’t have time to feel anything for Abby. Abby nods her head in understanding.

    “And do your parents live in New York?”

    Abby asks curiously. Dana shrugs.

    “My mother does. We lived here when I was little then I moved away for college. After my father passed away I ended up moving back to stay close to her.”

    Dana shakes off the guilt again. This time, Abby feels the weight of silence.

    “I’m so sorry.”

    Abby says genuinely. Dana smiles softly at Abby.

    “Dragon carrot risotto for the ladies.”

    Noah announces as he arrives at their table with two plates full of the risotto. Abby chuckles and Noah sets down the plates in front of them. Noah smiles his charming smile.

    “I will be a call away if you need me.”

    Noah winks at Dana and runs off before Abby can hit him again. Dana chuckles and takes a bite of the risotto. Dana hums in pleasure at the delicious food. Abby does the same.

    “I am blown away.”

    Dana says at the incredulous taste. Abby smiles and nods her head.

    “I know. I’ve missed this dish.”

    Dana smirks and raises her eyebrow.

    “This is where you take all your women, huh?”

    Dana teases. Abby narrows her eyes playfully.

    “I got this last time I came here with my mom. She came into town for the weekend.”

    Abby smiles and Dana smiles back.

    “Your mom doesn’t live in New York?”

    Dana asks curiously and takes another bite of her risotto. Abby shakes her head.

    “No. My mom lives in Maine. My father lives in Illinois. They got a divorce a few years back. My older brother, Damon, lives in Illinois also with his wife. They’re trying to get pregnant. I’m excited to finally become an aunt. My other brother, Abel, is in Texas working as a surgeon with his wife.”

    Abby says proudly. Dana smiles.

    “That’s amazing. What was your other brother’s name? The one that passed away.”

    Dana asks curiously. Abby smiles sadly.

    “Bailey.”

    Dana smiles and reaches over to lay her hand on top of Abby’s. Abby looks up from her plate and into Dana’s eyes.

    “I’m sure he was a wonderful person. I wish I could’ve met him.”

    Dana says and it makes Abby’s smile, which only makes Dana feel worse.

    “Thank you, really.”

    Dana smiles and pulls her hand away. Abby continues their conversation with small talk. After a while, Dana remembers her goal.

    “Did you ever continue looking into the gang rivalry that killed Ryan?”

    Dana asks curiously. Abby scoffs.

    “Are you kidding? We’ve been following them since he died. We’re closer to them now. We just got a call yesterday about their location. We may be able to move in on them soon.”

    Abby says as she finishes off her risotto. Dana gulps and calms herself down. If Abby thinks she’s close then she has to tell Brandon. Dana doesn’t know what location Abby is talking about but it could be the one with her mother on it. She can’t take any chances.

    “Are you okay?”

    Abby asks in concern. Dana’s skin had turned shades lighter as if she had seen a ghost. Dana looks up and forces a smile.

    “Of course. Do you want to dance?”

    Dana asks to quickly change the subject. Abby smiles and stands up, offering her hand to Dana.

    “I would love to.”

    Abby accepts the offer and Dana takes Abby’s hand with a tight smile. Abby leads them to an empty spot on the dance floor. The song switches and it makes Dana smile at the familiar tune. Salsa. Abby sees the smile.

    “I only know the leading part.”

    Abby says and sets herself up to lead the dance. Dana smiles and responds to her stature.

    “Perfect.”

    Dana purrs and they move. They move fluidly. It’s slow and sensual. They only look away from each other’s eyes when the dance requires it. Abby’s heart pounds in her chest as she watches Dana move. It’s graceful and it makes her smile. Dana feels Abby’s eyes on her and meets them with her own. Vaguely they both register the eyes on them from the other couples but they don’t look away. The song ends and Dana and Abby stand still. Abby reaches her hand up and cups Dana’s cheek, pulling her into a kiss. Dana moans softly and clutches at Abby’s clothed stomach. Several people start clapping and Abby smiles into the kiss. Dana smiles and they pull away. Abby takes a bow and Dana chuckles as she waves at the people clapping. Abby leads them off the dance floor and back to their table. Noah approaches them with a smirk.

    “Ladies, ladies, ladies. I am very impressed with your dancing.”

    Noah compliments and smiles. Dana laughs and Abby rolls her eyes.

    “We would like the check please, Noah.”

    Abby asks and Noah shakes his head.

    “Sorry. The parents say no. Your check is completely covered.”

    Abby’s jaw drops and Noah shrugs, walking away before Abby can refuse. Abby closes her mouth and Dana stands up. Dana offers her hand to Abby.

    “Can you take me back to your place?”

    Dana asks with a smirk. Abby looks up and smiles, grabbing Dana’s hand.

    “Yeah. Come on.”

    Abby smiles and leads Dana down through the restaurant and out to the parking garage. They get in the car and Abby smiles at Dana as she starts to drive.

    “You’re an amazing dancer. Who taught you?”

    Abby asks curiously because Dana is talented.

    “A lover. She was a dance teacher and taught me.”

    Dana responds with a smirk. Abby smiles and glances to Dana.

    “You’re not trying to get me jealous are you, Dana?”

    Abby teases and Dana leans over to Abby.

    “No, but I’m curious…is it working?”

    Dana asks seductively and runs her hand over Abby’s thigh. Abby groans and speeds up.

    “No, but your hand is certainly doing something.”

    Abby says in a low sultry voice that turns Dana on instantly. Dana moans and cups Abby’s sex through the tight slacks. It takes all Abby has not to close her eyes, but she does bite her lip. Abby pulls up outside her apartment building and parks the car. Dana and Abby quickly go up to Abby’s apartment. She fumbles with the keys before finally getting through the door. Dana gasps when Abby presses her roughly against the door and claims her mouth in a kiss. Abby groans in lust and reaches underneath Dana’s beautiful brown hair to tug down the zipper of the dress. Dana helps take off her dress before moving her hand to pull the blouse from Abby’s pants. Abby moves them towards the bedroom without breaking the kiss and allowing Dana to take off her shirt as they go. Abby whimpers when Dana slides her hands underneath her white beater and cups her braless breasts. Dana moans and pushes Abby back into the bed. Abby sits up and pulls Dana closer by her hips.

    “God, you’re gorgeous.”

    Abby mumbled as her eyes skate over Dana’s body. Dana bites her lip
    and lets her head fall back on her shoulders when Abby presses her lips to Dana’s stomach. Abby reaches her hands around Dana’s hips to grope her ass roughly. Dana moans and holds onto Abby’s shoulders to steady herself. Abby moves her kisses lower as her hands pull down Dana’s lacy black thong. Dana carefully steps out of the thong and pushes it to the side. Dana reaches down to take off her heels but Abby grabs her hand and gently kisses the inside of her wrist.

    “Leave them on…if you want.”

    Abby says and kisses up Dana’s arm until she is standing. Dana smiles and doesn’t take off her heels. Abby smiles devilishly and kisses Dana’s neck slowly as her fingers unfasten Dana’s bra, a gorgeous lacy black bra to match the thong. Abby moans at the sight of Dana’s tight nipples and leans down to take one into her mouth and tease the other between two fingers. Dana moans and buries her fingers in Abby’s hair, holding her close. Abby uses her free hand to spread Dana’s legs, which spread eagerly and teases her clit. Dana moans and bucks towards Abby’s fingers. Abby teases her relentlessly, only letting her fingertips rub against Dana’s pussy lips and her tongue to drift across a nipple. Dana pants heavily, her knees are on the verge of buckling, and her clit is throbbing painfully. Dana grips Abby’s hair harder and jerks her up from her breasts to crash their lips together, a moan escaping Dana and a squeak of surprise from Abby. Dana looks Abby in the eyes when she breaks the kiss.

    “Fuck me or I’ll do it myself.”

    Dana growls and Abby smirks devilishly at reaching her goal to make the other woman boil past her breaking point. Abby easily slides two fingers into Dana’s wet cunt. Dana lets out a long drawn out moan and impales herself harder and deeper onto Abby’s fingers. Abby kisses and licks on Dana’s neck and chest. Dana wraps her arms around Abby’s strong shoulders to get better leverage to fuck herself on Abby’s fingers. Abby moans and uses her other hand on Dana’s ass to move the brunette’s leg so her high heeled foot is resting on the bed. Dana cries out in pleasure at the new angle.

    “GOD! YES! D-Don’t stop!”

    Dana moans and grinds her hips faster. Abby smiles and dips her head to suck and nibble at Dana’s shoulder, making a mark for sure. Dana moans loudly.

    “If you could see yourself right now Dana…”

    Abby husks into Dana’s ear and thrusts harder. Dana whimpers, she rarely whimpers, and throws her head back. Dana could imagine how they looked together. Abby was still in her boots, slacks, and white lace bra. Dana was simply left dressed in her heels. Dana closes her eyes tightly from the image and moans.

    “S-So fucking close, Abby.”

    Dana groans out and tangles her fingers of one hand in Abby’s hair. Abby groans and thrusts deeper, finding Dana’s g-spot. Dana digs her fingers into Abby’s shoulder and scalp with a scream of pleasure when her orgasm rips through her body. Abby groans at the pain in her shoulder and scalp but ignores it to keep fucking Dana into her second orgasm. Dana feels like fainting and her knees are ready to buckle but she manages to keep standing. Abby eventually stops her fingers and kisses Dana’s sweaty temple. Dana rests her forehead against Abby’s shoulder and drags more air into her lungs. Her knees will give out soon.

    “Bed.”

    Dana says hoarsely and Abby nods her head then leads Dana carefully onto the bed. Abby takes off her heels before climbing onto the bed next to Dana. Dana turns her head to Abby and bites her lip.

    “You’re amazing.”

    Dana whispers and Abby smirks. Dana rolls on top of Abby and kisses her hard. Abby moans and grinds against Dana’s bare thigh. She wishes she could feel the skin-on-skin contact. Dana is driving her crazy. Dana smiles and straddles Abby’s lap then coaxes her to sit up. Dana breaks the kiss and unfastens Abby’s bra, flinging it across the room.

    “Are you wet?”

    Dana husks, knowing how her voice effects Abby in the most delicious of ways. Abby moans and nods her head, running her hands up and down Dana’s body. Dana smiles and moves off of Abby. Dana takes off all of Abby’s clothing slowly, teasing the blonde until she is the one whimpering. Abby bites her lip to hold back another whimper and jerks her hips towards Dana’s mouth that was currently nibbling at her thigh.

    “Dana…p-please.”

    Abby begs and Dana pounces on the woman. Abby cries out when Dana sucks her clit furiously into her mouth and two of her fingers push into her cunt. Dana moans deeply and gets a louder moan in return from Abby. Abby bucks wildly against Dana’s mouth and fingers. She never could last long after being teased, this time, was no different. Abby screams and arches her back, cumming hard on Dana’s mouth and fingers. Dana moans and lets Abby ride out her orgasm. Abby shakes like a leaf and moans quietly as her orgasm comes to an end. Dana only stops when her head is gently pushed away by Abby. Dana kisses her thigh and discreetly wipes her fingers and mouth. Dana moves up next to Abby and kisses her cheek.

    “I really love going on dates with you Abby.”

    Dana mumbles before she can stop herself. Abby smiles softly and chuckles.

    “Ditto.”

    Abby responds and Dana smiles. Dana starts to sit up but Abby grabs her wrist.

    “Stay…please.”

    Abby says softly. Dana looks back to Abby and bites her lip. She should stay. She could get more information about the location Abby had talked about tonight. Dana looks away and nods her head. She lays back down and Abby spoons her from behind. Abby is asleep in seconds, nuzzling Dana’s neck. Dana closes her eyes but she can’t sleep. She thinks about the woman behind her and her family. In the early morning, she falls into a restless sleep.

    ////

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  • Carl or Carla

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    Was I becoming an incestuous lesbian with my brother?

    I was sitting on the edge of my vanity talking to my brother, teasing him because he had a big yellow zit on his forehead. “You can’t go out with Yvonne looking like that; you better put a band-aid on your head to hide it.”

    “Oh yeah, that’d be real hot, a nice plastic plaster of Ironman over my eye. Or maybe Big Bird, bright yellow.” He looked past my shoulder to the mirror behind me “god, that’s fucking ugly.”

    “Why worry about it, the only head she wants to look at isn’t on your shoulders.” I knew Yvonne; she’d been fucking my brother for several months. Carl put his fingers on the pimple and started to pinch it, “Stop, I want to do it” I told him.

    He glanced from the mirror to my face “You gonna squeeze my zit?”

    “Sure, why not, I do my own, and after I can put some blush or something over it. Hide it with makeup.”

    He leaned his head back from me and glared at me intently, “Make up? Like some sort of fucking fagot or something. I ain’t’ gay!”

    I grabbed his chin in my hand and held his face still “lots of guys are doing make up now, not like a woman but enough to hide things like the really charming spot on your face. Come on, let me do it for you, I promise you won’t fucking die or anything.”

    I hopped off the vanity then reached for the offending blister over his right eye; an angry red volcano with a white pus filled head. I pinched it between my index fingers lightly; it was so ready it erupted, pus forming as a large bubble on the end of my finger. I wiped the mess off with a tissue then told him to sit. Carl inspected his wound in the mirror before he turned and sat on the padded bench. I reached behind him for foundation and blush, as I did my breast rested against his shoulder; he bumped me, putting more pressure on my tit before I moved away. It didn’t bother me that he did that; it wasn’t the first time and it was reflective of the affinity between us. Carl and I talked and joked easily as I applied the camouflage to his face, we bandied words about him going gay and having to give up Yvonne for some guy named Yancy.

    “Why Yancy?” he asked.

    “Cause Yancy is a gay name, perfect for you.” He laughed and poked me in the ribs, tickling me enough that I fluffed powder over his nose which made him sneeze.

    I worked on the red spot for a few minutes, blending the make up into his forehead, matching the colors with his suntanned skin. When I was done he examined my work carefully from up close, his nose almost touching the mirror, to far back for a complete view of his face.

    “Well, okay, I guess I can live with it. Thanks.”

    It was still early, Carl wasn’t going out for a couple more hours and my date was even later so I wanted to have some more fun with my brother. I grabbed a mascara brush then told him “Sit, I’m not done.”

    “What the fuck? I’m good, you hid it well, it will be dark and we won’t be staring at the other too much, she closes her eyes when we get it on.”

    “Really? That’s no fun; I like to see who’s got his prick in me. Sit down, let’s play a little, I want to see if you’d be a pretty girl, we got time.”

    “You ever put make up on a guy before?”

    “I used to paint dad’s toenails when I was little, he wouldn’t let me do his fingers.”

    “Ain’t the same.”

    “Sure it is, come on; just sit still so I don’t poke your eyes out or something.”

    For the next ten minutes I fussed with Carl’s lids and lashes. I painted him up with dark blue liner and pulled the lashes with my black brush. My brother has cobalt eyes and by the time I was done highlighting them with makeup I was intrigued by how deep they looked. Deep, blue and sexy. Yes I thought it, Sexy, my own brothers eyes. When I capped my mascara brush he turned and looked into the mirror “Fuck, that looks weird.”

    “No it doesn’t, you have really sexy eyes. You look like a rock star or something.”

    I pulled him around again then told him to sit sideways across my bench. When he did I sat on the other end facing him. I grabbed more blush and started on his brow, cheeks and chin. Carl sat quietly while I fussed with the makeup, rubbing, blending, wiping off and starting over with a different shade. He sat still for twenty minutes until I got the look I wanted. I was having fun, I felt like I was doing movie make up for a star or something. The entire time we were talking and the longer we talked the more intimate the conversation got.

    “You ever do this with your boyfriends?”

    “No.”

    “What do you do with your boyfriends?”

    I sat back and looked into his made up eyes “I fuck them, but don’t think I’m some sort slut or something, I don’t have ‘boyfriends’ like a whole stable full of studs.”

    “So how big is your stable, how many hard-ons have you sat on?”

    “You ask me that again and I’ll be sitting on yours only it won’t be slipping and sliding in me, I’ll sit just long enough to crush it to pulp.”

    “Oooo, that sound fun, let’s try it.”

    “Stop talking or you’ll smear the lip gloss.”

    “I fucked nine girls” he announced as if I cared.

    “You’re still talking.”

    He quit moving his lips to let me paint them. While I was focused on his mouth my mind was running names through my head. Nine. I knew five but the other four were the next question for Carl. “Okay, Ilene, Margo, Belinda, Cassie and Yvonne. Who else, do I know them?”

    He smiled, giving me glimpse of a corner of his lip I needed to touch up. “Diane, Sally, Randi and Shonda.”

    “Shonda? She a black girl!”

    “Yeah, a fucking hot black girl, sex with her was like screwing a volcano. Didn’t you do a black guy?”

    “No and I don’t know if I would, none have asked me out so I never got the chance to say yes or no.”

    I was done. I got off the bench and looked down on my brother and decided he would be a pretty woman. “Take a look; you’re kind of appealing that way.”

    He looked at himself critically, “Appealing for who, Yancy or Yvonne?”

    I wasn’t’ ready to stop “Yancy is gay, Yvonne is a girl, let’s see if we can make you appeal to a straight guy, somebody I’d fuck.”

    He looked at me warily “What do you mean?”

    I went to my closet and pulled out a dress that was too large for me, “Put this on, I want you to dress like me.”

    Carl turned red, his eyes widened in disbelief, “What,” he squeaked, “you want me to dress like a fucking bitch now?”

    I grabbed his shirt and started opening the buttons, “Come on Carl, we’re having fun, this will never leave my bedroom. I promise.”

    He hesitated for a long moment, I thought he was going to flee my insanity but his eyes relaxed then he pulled the open shirt off his wide shoulders and dropped it to the floor. As he picked up the dress I had another flash “Stop, not yet!” I pulled open my underwear drawer and pulled out a black lacy bra. “This first.”

    Again he stopped cold and stared at me the muttered “You ever tell anybody about this I’ll fuck you up forever.”

    To my unbounded delight he took the bra and slipped it up his arms. I went behind him to clasp the strap then moved to his front again. The 34 C cups were stretched flat because of his broad back and chest, he was looking at his profile in the mirror, “Hmm, I’m not impressed.” I grabbed a pair of nylons and handed them to him. “Stuff these in there, that will help.”

    “You stuff them, putting this on was bad enough.” I gleefully filled the flat boob holder until it looked like he had a pair of tits standing proud from his chest. He checked the mirror again, “Okay, better, almost a handful now.”

    I stood back as Carl picked up the dress and held it out to look at it. He dropped the dress on my bed then opened his jeans, pulled them down then stepped out of them one leg at a time. He surprised me because I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen him in only underwear, if ever. He was wearing snug thigh length briefs that formed tightly around his cock and balls giving me a sharp relief view of his works. I startled myself by thinking that just maybe Yvonne and the others enjoyed that a lot. He picked up the dress again and started to step a foot into the neck.

    “No, over your head. Pull it down from the top otherwise you won’t get your arms though the sleeves.” Carl lifted the garment, held his arms high and let my pale yellow summer dress slip down his body. He put his arms into the short sleeves then turned to look at me as it settled on his shoulders. “Turn around.”

    I managed to pull the zipper up to its top then put my hands on his hips to turn him to me. When I stepped back to look at my made-up, dressed up brother I began to laugh. He looked at his image in the mirror and started laughing with me. The dress was tight around him, his brand new tits were lopsided and he’d smeared his makeup but none of that mattered, we weren’t looking for a beauty queen.

    As I looked him up and down I sniggered, “Man, you got fucking ugly woman legs, maybe in Russia are the girls so hairy.”

    He lifted the skirt and looked down and started chuckling with me then asked “Got some panty hose? Maybe that will make them look better.”

    I rummaged in my dresser for a pair of dark panty hose and handed them to him. He looked at the wad of nylon, “Those are supposed to fit you? They’re all fucking shriveled up!”

    “They’ll stretch, if they were bigger they’d be like baggy and loose. Put ’em on.”

    My brother sat on the edge of my bed and worked the hosiery over his feet and up the calves of his legs. When they were at the knees he stood and struggled to pull them higher. I was smiling at his feeble attempts to pull them up when he looked at me exasperated, “Fuck, if getting dressed like a girl is this hard, I’m glad I got something hanging. Fuck!”

    I stepped closer, pulled the skirt up and grabbed the top of the nylon then stretched and tugged until it came up, over his ass and around his waist. They were tight so I looked at his crotch to see how they fit; his bulge was flattened considerably against his groin. “Where did your nuts go, between your legs?”

    He bent his head to look under the skirt which I was still holding high “Donno, they don’t hurt.”

    The next thing I did shocked me even as I did it. I reached between my brother’s legs and felt for his prick and balls. I rubbed the front of the panty hose over the compressed lump of his cock then held his compacted nuts in my hand. Carl jerked and sipped a breath which made me look into his made-up eyes. “Holy fuck Gwen, you can do that again!”

    So I did. I squeezed his balls and rubbed the palm of my hand over his prick and said “That’s what it feels like to be a girl on a date.” I looked at the panty hose again “But next time you wear panty hose take the underwear off first. You got too much protection; a guy can’t get a good feel that way.” I dropped the dress; it fell almost to his knees.

    “Won’t be a next time.”

    “Oh come on bro, I’m having fun, your aren’t?” For some reason I was feeling bold as hell so I rubbed on the outline of his cock through the dress material again “I’d like to see this behind nylon but without the fucking underwear. You can’t deprive me of that can you” I flirted coyly?

    My brother studied my face for a long few seconds then said “Help me out of all this, I gotta go see Yvonne.”

    “Can I take your picture first?”

    “Fuck you bitch! No fucking way!” I only smiled, I didn’t think he would let me but I had to ask. Playtime was over. I cleaned his face, he went his way and I went mine and neither of us mentioned my brother’s cross-dressing.

    Two months later, three days before Halloween, Carl came to me “Hey, I want to dress like a fucking whore on Halloween. I’m going to Brad’s costume party; I bet I could win the Skullcandy headphones if you help me.”

    “A fucking whore? Man, when you say it like that it sounds disgusting. We can fix you up but you gotta think ‘wholesome’ not ‘dirty’. We can make you a beauty queen and you can act the whore if you want.”

    Carl’s smiled so big I could count all 32 teeth “Yeah, that’s awesome.”

    Since my brother is five inches taller and 60 pounds heavier than me my clothes were not an option. We went to a local thrift shop to buy his costume. We walked out with a black satin semi-formal gown, size 11 pumps with one inch heels and a bra that would stretch around his chest, D cup. It was going to take a lot of foam peanuts to fill my brother’s tits. He also found a ratty old blonde wig but with a little care and cleaning it would be good enough under the dim lights at the party.

    I washed the wig then mounted it over a volley ball and set it. Leaving the fake hair to cure I carefully laid out the rest of the clothing then planned the makeup. By the afternoon of Halloween I had a clear picture in my mind what Carl would look like; I liked the picture, he would be a pretty woman. I had to keep my humor in check because I could only think of how shocked he would be if some guy made a real fucking pass at him.

    “You gotta shave close today, you gonna shave your legs too?”

    “Hell no, not my legs!”

    “That’s okay, that’s why we bought the black panty hose. Not only will they look sexy with the black dress and shoes, your hairy Russian woman legs won’t give you away.” Carl laughed easily at my dig on his legs.

    I started on his face and by the end of an hour it was hard to see the masculine features. As I did the first time, I used eyeliner to bring out his gorgeous blues then make up tones that highlighted the natural tan of his skin. I finished him off with stunning red lip gloss and nails. After he was done we started on the clothes. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, I had him take that off before I started the makeup so he stood and stripped his Dockers to the floor, in seconds Carl was standing in front of me wearing only a pair of those body hugging, thigh length briefs. For the first time in my life my brother caused my tummy to do a little flop. I liked what I was looking at.

    We started with the bra; I’d found some foam rubber in the garage and cut two pieces to fit the cups. He put the fake breasts on and after I adjusted them for fit he ogled himself in the mirror. His smile was priceless and I had to ask “Can I please, pleeeezze take some pictures, this is gonna be something to remember?”

    My brother hesitated, frowned then said “What the fuck, this is my Halloween costume, okay;” he paused, “these tits are huge!”

    I snapped four pics on my IPhone then told him to put on the nylons. Carl sat on the edge of my bed and pulled on the black L’eggs panty hose. When he stood to lift them over his ass and body I had to stop him “Man, you gotta take off the underpants. They are way too bulky for a smooth fit; they will totally show through the dress.”

    He stopped and looked up at me “Off, like nothing on under my skirt but nylon?”

    “Take the nylons off.” I dashed to my dresser then snatched up a pair of full body panties, made to keep panty lines and bulges from showing around the legs and groin “Put these on, they’ll hold you tight and won’t show through the dress.”

    “You’re fucking kidding right? I should wear a pair of your panties? What the hell?”

    “Fuck it Carl, you going to let some guy feel you up? No, so nobody will know and the dress will hang better.”

    My older brother stared hard at me for a long time, I thought he was going to stop the whole dress up thing but then his face softened slightly “Turn around bitch, I’ll change.”

    Emboldened by his acquiescence and what he had let me do to him so far I replied “Change them, I’m not turning around.”

    He shrugged his shoulders then dropped his briefs and kicked them off his ankles; I caught myself staring at his exposed manhood. Once again my stomach roiled with a twist and tickle as I looked at his limp cock hanging like a butcher’s sausage over his large balls; fuck, my brother was well hung. As he pulled my spandex panties up his legs a flare of heat flashed like lightening in my pussy but I had to stifle a giggle while watching him adjust his big prick so it would be comfortable under the tight lingerie’.

    After donning the panties and nylons Carl slipped the dress down over his upraised arms. I helped him pull it down over his fake tits and body. Once I zipped it up I stepped back to take another picture thinking that Carl was quickly forming into Carla, a hot woman, he just needed the wig and shoes.

    He wobbled in the shoes but he quickly got used to the low heels. I placed the blond wig that I had cleaned and curled over his head, made some final adjustments and took some final pictures. My brother Carl had almost disappeared and Carla was my new sibling. I was delighted that my work looked so goddamn good on him – or her.

    “Awesome, you’re gonna win the headphones” I announced, “and maybe score your tenth piece of ass only it will be with some hot guy.”

    I laughed easily and took one last picture as he retorted “Not ever! I maybe will let some lezzie bitch feel for my goods but never a guy. Boy would she get a surprise.”

    Carl took off to pick up Yvonne who was supposed to be dressed like a forest fairy. I thought it completely hilarious and ironic that a fairy would be taking another fairy to the costume party.

    Twenty minutes later my brother called me “Hey, Yvonne was totally repulsed by my costume; she won’t even talk to me. I gotta find someone to go to the party; I don’t want to face that crowd alone. Can you get ready, you can go with me?”

    My plans for the night were to hang with a couple of my girlfriends so I wasn’t’ breaking any important commitments “Sure, that’d be fun, what do I wear?”

    “Put on some of my stuff, you can be my man date.”

    Dressing up as a man was a hell of a lot easier than dressing Carl as a woman. I darkened my cheeks and chin with mascara to simulate a day’s growth, wrapped my shoulder length hair under a ball cap and put on some oversized jeans and a flannel work shirt. Hard toed work boots and a dirt stained Carhartt canvas coat completed my work-a-day outfit. Carl honked as he drove up so I dashed to the car and we hurried off to the party. He stopped at a red light and looked me over “Not bad but your face doesn’t match the clothes.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “You should have a broken nose or something, your too pretty to be a blue collar thug.”

    I leaned toward him, “Why don’t you drive the car sweetheart,” I put a hand on his knee and moved it under his skirt up his thigh, “I’ll work on being a thug.”.

    He shifted his leg from me “What the fuck are you doing?”

    I squeezed his leg and whispered in his ear “I’m making a pass at you, as a woman you better get used to blue collar fucks like me.” I pressed the edge of my hand on his mashed prick then pulled away and sat back up to enjoy the ride.

    When Carl went into the house ahead of me the first thing I heard was nothing. Silence, thick and heavy as the throng looked as us. It was a full ten seconds before somebody shouted “Carl? You fucking tranny, look at you!” As soon as one recognized him the rest of the room joined in laughing and hooting at my cross-dressed brother. He was an instant hit and wasn’t shy about flaunting his pretty face while telling his buddies that I had done that to him. There were jokes and comments about him sneaking up stairs and showing his friends just how friendly he might be. I knew some of the people in the room so I didn’t feel left out as the party resumed.

    After five hours of the Halloween celebration we left. Carl had the Skullcandy noise reducing headphones and I had a hell of a buzz from alcohol and a couple of pills that were fucking with my head. As soon as we got into the car my brother handed me a plastic Wal-Mart bag with my spandex panties inside. “What the hell? You took these off?”

    “Yeah, they were crushing my nuts, man it felt good to get out of them”

    “You mean that there is just thin nylon between you and anybody who might try to cop a feel? Man I gotta tell you, that’s either living dangerously or living adventurously. Maybe both.”

    As he started down the street toward home he asked “What do you mean?”

    I wasn’t thinking, I wasn’t being rational, I was just feeling totally frisky and having a lot of fun “I mean if you was a real girl and I was a man I could reach between your legs and feel for your sweet pussy, those nylons don’t offer any protection from an animal like me.” I leaned across the console between the seats then reached under his dress and cupped his nuts in my hand. I rolled them in my fingers then pressed up to massage his cock. I felt it twitch and start to solidify. My brother was getting a boner so I stroked it even more, enjoying the feeling of power I had as it filled my fist. I inched closer to Carl and laid my head on his shoulder as I pumped his erection until it was long, hot and thudding under the thin material. He spread his legs to give me more room.

    He had to stop at another light so while the car was still he reached under his skirt, pulled my hand away then lifted his ass; I heard a tearing of fabric as he sighed “God, now it ain’t pinched anymore.”

    I put my hand right back where I wanted it and found no barrier between his long stiff cock and my fingers. “You ripped my panty hose open” I asked stupidly?

    “I was hurting, now I’m wearing crotchless panties, what can you do with them?”

    My head got dizzy; my mind opened an avalanche of delightfully wicked thoughts and my stomach flipped as if I were on a plunging rollercoaster. I leaned over his lap, pulled the skirt up and kissed the head of my brother’s erection. The first lip contact caused it to jerk; I formed my lips around the head of his prick and licked the ooze from the hole. Having discovered that he tasted like any other cock I’d sucked I pressed down on him and began fucking my brother orally. I was stroking his nylon covered legs; the feeling of the smooth material under my hand was turning me on even more. I knew I should stop what I was doing but the longer I gave Carl head, the more I wanted from him. If he had let go and filled my mouth with hot ball juice just then I would have climaxed with him.

    But he didn’t. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head out of his lap. “Fuck me Gwen, we can’t be doing that!”

    I recovered from my moment of lustful craziness enough to say “Your right but I was just showing you what a woman has to put up with sometimes. After all, you invited my attack by taking your panties off for me then ripping the nylons, it’s hard to resist an invitation like that.”

    “Well it aint’ fair, you have access to my treasures but you’re all wrapped up in work clothes. How is a girl supposed to get what she wants if she has to fight through the coat and pants and stuff?”

    “Come on, you should know that, just one whiff of hot pussy and any man will start shedding shirts and shoes. Hell, if I was thinking with my prick and you gave me a hint I could fuck you and I’d be stripping right here in the car.”

    “You don’t have a prick.”

    “Don’t nitpick; you want to fuck or not?” The words were out before I realized I said them.

    Carl looked at me then turned up a dark tree lined street. In moments we were parked under the black shadowed overhang of a large maple tree on the side of the road. I was pulling off the coat and shoes even before he cut the engine. I leaned back on the headrest then unhooked and pulled the jeans off my legs. Wearing his flannel shirt and my own brief panties I crawled between the bucket seats to the back, my brother followed me. He grabbed my panties and ripped the left side open then pulled the ruined rag off my right leg. My heart was hammering, my nipples strained to stand under my bra. I was on my back with my head on the armrest when he pushed my legs apart, lifted his skirt then probed for the entrance of my sex.

    Carl wasn’t being too tender or gentle when he shoved that beautiful muscle into me. I was hot, slippery and willing but even then the girth of his cock stretched me. I felt my hole easing wider, accepting him as he plunged and thrust, mashing his groin against mine in the dance of life. My brother started fucking me and I loved it.

    I had my eyes full open watching him, I told him before I liked seeing who had their prick in me and he was no different. I couldn’t get enough of his face, the makeup, the blonde wig. I was being manhandled by my ‘sister’ and it heated me up even more. His erection extended through the torn panty hose so his nylon covered legs were rubbing deliciously on the inside of my legs. My lungs were begging for cool air, my body began to shake from the tension building; I grabbed Carla by the wig, pulled her down and put my lips on hers, smearing her lip gloss and make up as I savaged her mouth with my tongue, I felt strong hands slip under my ass and hold me tight against the pounding cock.

    It hit like lightening from nowhere. The orgasm didn’t build up, it slammed from my womb like a balloon bursting, releasing the pent up pressure in one thunderclap of ecstasy. I arched my back off the seat of the car and quaked in frozen silence then Carl grabbed my ass harder and I felt the rapid explosions of cum flooding me, warming my belly even more.

    Carl/Carla relaxed down on me, the press of his weight on my pelvis couldn’t keep me from floating on a cushion of rapture but I was sweating like a fucking dock worker so I pushed my sixth lover away from me. He went to his knees on the floor of the car then looked intently at the cum oozing from my cunt. “Jesus on a fucking rope girl, I never thought that could happen.”

    I smiled up at the smeared make up; into his eyes “I guess you found a lezzie bitch to feel your goods, only she wasn’t as surprised as she should have been.”

    “I’m surprised enough for both of us, you ready to go home?”

    I sat up “Just like that we’re done? One hop into the back seat and it’s over? How fucking typical!”

    As Carl wedged back through the bucket seats he said “I have to get out of this dress and bra, I’ll need help.” I chirped a quick laugh and reached for my pants.

    The fifteen minute ride was done in silence. I was thinking furiously about how I had come to fuck my brother and he was too intent on driving to say anything to me. The longer my mind reviewed the last few weeks, the buildup to my fantastic orgasm, the more I wanted to test our new relationship again. What we did, the feeling of the thick head of his erection sliding into me and the power of his balls as he transferred his semen did nothing but start another fire between my legs. I wanted to know if he would feel that good again.

    And the one thought that buzzed loudest in my head? I wanted to know if it was Carl or Carla that turned me on so powerfully. I liked sucking his cock but I also liked the feel of her nylons caressing my thighs as she fucked me.

    Was I becoming an incestuous lesbian with my brother?


  • PLAY THINGS_(1)

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    Susan and Lori are a typical mother daughter pair, so why not stir that pot up a bit.

    All my stories take place on an alternate earth, where they orbit the sun about every 1200 days, making one of their years like 3 of ours. Thus the age of sexual consent is 6ish, depending on the state.

    I have existed for as long as I can remember. That is a very long time. As a being that lives outside the physical realm, time has very little meaning to me. I exist in what you would describe as an energy state, but it is necessary for me to be a part of a physical life most of the time, I could survive a few days without occupying a physical body at most. The beings I inhabit are unaware of me, I can control them 100%, or leave them in complete control. I can let them remember everything when I am in control, or leave them with no memory at all, or some combination of the two.

    As you could imagine, having lived for so long, my memory goes back several thousand years, keeping myself entertained is difficult. Sometimes I am very good, think of the murderer that suddenly confesses and spares the family a trial, could be me. Sometimes I am not so good, this would be one of those times.

    I found my play things while in the body of an elementary school teacher, I searched her memory for what I wanted, it took several teachers before the right ones were found.

    Lori was a cute as a button blond, with a cute little face, pony tails, and just the perfect amount of baby fat left in her cheeks, while the rest of her was quite tall and slender. There were many such suitable subjects, but what made her right was her mother.  Just 30, she was beautiful, with long red hair, but where her daughter was tall and thin, presumably from her father, Susan was short and fit, with decidedly perky features. They were perfect because of her mother’s professional career, and no man at home. I arranged to work car pick up that afternoon, made up an excuse to say hello to Susan, touched her hand, and moved right in. Transferring from one person to another is always best by touch, otherwise unexpected thing may happen. I tried to jump between cars once, ended up three time zones away.

    Once in Susan, I made arrangements to take Friday off from work, several things needed to be arranged.  I won’t spoil the story by telling you everything I did, but one was to set up a small hidden video camera in the living room, this I didn’t let Susan remember. Then Friday afternoon, I picked Lori up from school, and started the plan.

    “Have much homework tonight?” I asked.

    “Nope.” was the short reply.

    “Good, I thought we could do movie and pizza night.”

    “Yea, sounds great, can we watch….” she went on about some movie only a 9 year old could want to watch, I just nodded and said it was fine.

    One large pizza delivered, one bad movie picked up at red box, everything else ready. Lori took the pizza in to the family room.

    “I’ll be in with drinks in a minute.” I told her back as she scampered off. “go ahead and start the movie.”

    A few minutes later, I brought in a pitcher of fuzzy navels and two martini glasses, I figured it was a taste she would like.

    “Fancy.” she said, looking at the martini glasses I served them in.

    “Only the best!” I replied.

    The movie was just as bad as expected, but Lori liked it, and the more she drank, the funnier she thought it was. I began to laugh more at her than the movie. Two slices of pizza and about 4 drinks later, she was quite amusing. I took the opportunity to clean up the mess, and start the aforementioned camera.

    Another round of drinks, and I suggested a movie from our stockpile, a recent steamy affair that was all the rage a few months ago. Truth was I bought it today.

    “You said that was too adult for me.” Lori came back.

    “Oh, I think you can handle it.” to which she giggled.

    We watched for about 45 minutes. It wasn’t that good, but the sex scenes were fairly graphic for a main stream movie, and it made Lori get real quiet and squirm in her seat, while the fuzzy navels made her very relaxed.

    “You know what’s wrong?” I stated as I paused the movie. “when I was in college, me and the girls would watch movies like this, but we would always get dressed up sexy. Made it more fun.”

    She looked at me odd, I didn’t know if it was from the alcohol, or not enough of it. “I don’t have anything ‘sexy’.” she said.

    Guess she has had enough. “Come on.” I said holding out my hand. “maybe I can find something for you.” And she took my hand and we scampered up the stairs to Susan’s bedroom. I proceeded to dig through the closet.  It was a show, everything I wanted I had purchased today and knew exactly where it was. After gathering everything I wanted, I came back out to the bedroom where Lori was sitting very lazy and relaxed on the bed.

    “First things first. Come over her and sit.” I had a 30’s style cabinet that I used for make up and such things. She sat and looked distantly at the mirror. I combed her hair, and put it up in a tall pony tail. I followed by giving her the full make up treatment; foundation, shadow, blush, frosted pink lips, everything. She looked hot.

    I stood and walked back to the bed where I laid things before. “This is an old outfit of mine, it might just fit you.” old if you consider 8 hours old. It was the smallest teddy I could find in the stores, very stretchy and very shear. All white with very little lace to break up the shear panels. The white thigh highs were also the smallest I could find, I hoped the would fit her narrow thighs. “OK, take your clothes off and change.” She looked at the outfit strangely. “Need help?”

    “Yea.” came the sheepish reply.

    She undressed, and helped her step into the teddy, it was so elastic it looked fantastic on her, I could clearly see tiny hard nipples and hairless slit through the material. She sat on  the edge of the bed, and I put the stockings on her, they held, barely. She looked so sexy, bright lips, smokey eyes, and that white lingerie.

    “Try these on.” I said, handing her a pair of tall pumps. Simple white leather, way taller than appropriate for a girl her age by a long shot.

    “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk in them, but they fit fine.” she said, admiring them. I was admiring her long legs.

    “I’ll help you walk in them. Wait here, I’ll go change.” I went in to the closet to change. Black and red merry widow started it, black stockings, black g-string you can see right through the front of, showing off Susan’s newly bald pussy. All finished off with black stilettos, way taller than appropriate for a girl my age. I returned to the bed room where Lori stared at me with wide eyes. I gave her a runway turn and blew her a kiss, which made her smile and giggle a bit.

    “Do I look ok?” I asked her.

    “You look great Mommy.” she said, staring between my legs without trying to hide it.

    “And you look absolutely beautiful my sweet, and more than a bit sexy to.” I said, causing her to blush. I held out my hand and helped her to her feet, the first few steps were unsteady, then she was off like a pro. We walked down stairs hand in hand, I wasn’t going to let her fall down, she wasn’t that good yet.

    She sat down and grabbed her drink, I suggest a different movie, she was agreeable to anything at this point. I put in a full porn I bought, all lesbian, very little story. I made small talk while it got going, told her how nice her hair looked that way…

    “You should wear it like that more often.” I told her.

    “Maybe.” she said, “have to be able to do it myself.”

    “Probably shouldn’t dress like this for school, but you do look hot.” I told her.

    “Mom,”  came the reply with more blushing, “I do kind of like the way I feel in this though.”

    The first scene of the movie got going, two busty blonds going at it.  Lori sat there staring, mouth half open, not really sure what she was seeing. I kept talking.

    “Dressing like this makes me feel sexy, makes me feel good.” I told her. Her small nipples were hard as rocks and poked noticeably through the front to the fabric. “Does it make you feel sexy?” I asked.

    “Makes me feel funny, and grown up.” she said, “I like that it all clings to me, that feels nice.”

    She never took her eyes off the screen. “They are pretty aren’t they?” I asked.

    “Yes, I guess.” she hesitated.  “Their boobs are huge.”

    “Yea, I don’t like big ones myself.” my statement caught her off guard. The scene ended after a bit of silence.

    The next scene was the one I wanted, stepmom, stepdaughter. She watched, and I watched her. She was clearly getting excited, I could see a small dampening between her legs, and smell the muskyness of it. She was moving her legs together and apart, then squirming in her seat. I adjusted myself, brought one leg up on the couch, and angled tward her, it gave her a great view of Susan’s barely covered pussy, and she noticed. I watched the TV like I hadn’t. I casually ran my right hand up and down my inner thigh a few times, down just past the stocking cuff, then up to the edge of the panties.

    I tried not to be to obvious, but the dark spot forming on my panties was getting larger, and Susan’s nipples, large as they are, poked right through the cups. Next time she turned my way, I ran my finger  up and down my slit a few times through the sheer nylon. My inner labia practically sprang out like a jack in the box, Lori’s mouth hung slightly open again.

    She looked amazing, and it was time to start.

    “Come sit over here sweetie.” I said, patting the couch between my legs. She scooted down, nestled in, and laid back against me. There is no way she didn’t feel my nipples poking in to her back. I wrapped my arms around her, and we sat there for several minutes watching the mother on TV eat her daughters pussy.

    I slowly began caressing her through the sheer teddy,  it made her so smooth. Soon I was brave and felt up to her nipple. My right hand found her left nipple, and it was hard, and small, and perfect. About the size and shape of a pea, I rolled it between my thumb and finger, while her breathing got very rapid. My left hand found the other,  and I bent down and kissed her shoulder, then her neck, then higher, just behind her ear. She rolled her head to the side giving her neck up to me. I gently rubbed her tiny tits, while kissing up and down her slender neck.

    One hand found it’s way slowly down her abdomen,  past her belly button that once connected us, and felt two puffy labia beneath teddy. I used just 1 finger to stroke up and down her slit slowly, gently, barely touching her. She let out a soft kitten like moan, and opened her legs till they met mine, her stockings caressing mine felt fantastic. She brought her right leg up over mine, opening herself to me, and I kissed her more.

    As thin as the nylon teddy was, I wanted to feel her more, I reached down and deftly undid the three small clasps that held the crotch together.  The elasticity caused it to spring open, instantly exposing her, she gasped and turned her face to me. The look on her beautiful cherub face was one of lustful apprehension.  I kissed her perfect frosted pink lips. They didn’t open right away, but my tongue pushed it’s way inside, and once inside, her mouth was very accepting. She tasted of peaches and lust.

    My finger ran up and down her now bare slit. It was wet, and slick. As she began to kiss me back, I found the hard jewel at the top of her slit. Her clit was hard and huge, it felt like a small marble, and she moaned in my mouth when I rubbed it. I broke our kiss and stopped rubbing her, and stared into her angelic face, now flush.

    “Do you like this baby girl?” I asked .

    She nodded “Yes Mommy.” and as if to make the point, she grabbed my wrist and started rubbing my hand against her pussy again.

    We separated a bit. “Do you want to do all those things you saw in the movie with me?”

    She nodded again, “All of it Mommy.”

    I smiled, “I’m so glad.” I continued to caress her clit, and used my left hand to lower the strap and release my left tit. Susan has great tits, c cups, perky, smallish areolas and large rose colored nipples.

    “Come suck mommy’s nipple, like when you were a baby.” I asked, cupping under my breast, holding toward her.

    Lori slowly leaned forward, unsure of what to do. When her face was close, she struck out her tongue and gave it a quick lick, then pulled back.

    “Relax baby girl.” and I put my left hand behind her head, and pulled her mouth gently to my tit. She opened her mouth and latched on like she had never stopped nursing. “little slower baby… there, that’s it.” and she was suckling on her mother’s breast again. I continued to stroke her enlarged clit, and I kissed the top of her head.

    “Stand up for a minute.” I told her. We broke our incestuous embrace, she stood and I followed. I pulled my panties down and off, and she started at my pussy again.

    “What’s the matter Lori sweetie?” I asked.

    “What happened to all your hair?” she enquired.

    “I had it all taken off, I wanted to look more like you.” Really it was because it felt better bald. “Do you like it?”

    “Yes, can I touch it?” she said with a panting lustfulness.

    “I want you to, I want you to do lots of things to mommy’s pussy…” she didn’t wait for me to finish and she had her hand on my cunt. Kind of clumsily, she rubbed me up and down from the top of my slit, back to my anus, back and forth several times. It was soon a wet mess.

    “That feels really good Lori, you make mommy feel so good.” I told her.

    “Mommy, would you lick my pussy like the mommy in the movie did?”

    “I would love that baby. I’ve been wanting to lick your pussy again for years. Sit back on the couch, like that, now spread your legs real wide for mommy to get in there, just like the daughter on the movie did.”

    With that she brought her legs wide,  almost splits. Her little cunt lips opened up for me, I could see her clit poking out, her virginity lay before me. I got on my knees and lowered my bright red lips to hers,  and licked from one end to the other. She tasted sweet and salty, and was so very wet. I swirled my tongue around her clit several times, savoring the delicious feeling of a daughters clit dancing under her mother’s tongue. Lori moaned loudly, and tilted her hips up at me. I began to alternate between licking and sucking her clit. One of her legs found it’s way behind my head, the feel of the silky nylon over her ankle, and the smooth leather of her heels against my neck was delightful.  I increased my efforts. The more I pleasured her, the louder she got, and soon she was letting out long, sustained moans that practically echoed.

    “That feels so good mommy. Please don’t stop, please just keep licking my pussy mommy.”

    And I did. Soon the other leg was behind my head, and they were both pulling me hard in to her. Her pelvis thrusting up and down at my face, making it hard to keep contact with her clit, but I did. Faster and faster it went.

    “Oh mommy… mommy… mommy you better stop… something….”

    And she pulled my face in to her pussy hard and kept it there, her hips came up and stayed. She screamed out as loud as her voice would go…

    “Mommy…. Mommy….Mommy…” The last one trailing out for most of a minute as she experienced the first orgasm of her young life.

    I pulled my face away from her cunt, coated with her spectacular girl juices, climbed to her and kissed her. Stopping to gently suck from her tiny nipples on the way.

    “That was your first orgasm baby. Did you like what mommy did to you?”

    She didn’t say anything, she just grabbed my face and kissed me hard, her small tongue jetting on to my mouth. When we broke the kiss I asked “Could you do that to mommy now?”

    “I will try.” she said.

    We changed positions, and she looked directly in to my pussy for a moment.

    “Its ok baby, just do your best.” I told her. “Sweetie, sometimes mommy talks nasty when she’s getting her pussy eaten. You just keep licking ok?”

    “Ok mommy.” and she buried her face in me.

    She was awkward and clumsy, but she certainly did her best. She licked me up and down, she put her tongue as far in me as she could, she licked inside and out.

    “Here baby, lick right here.” And I reached behind her head and positioned her on my clit. “Feel that little hard bump? Lick that.” And she did. I put my legs behind her head to hold her in position, and used my hands to squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples. She licked me so good.

    “Ok baby, you’re about to make mommy cum… that’s such a good girl making mommy cum like this… such a naughty girl making mommy cum like this… such a nasty little girl eating your mommy’s pussy like this… eat mommy’s pussy baby… eat me… oh baby here it comes…” and with that I came on her sweet little face.

    Her face was glazed with my fluids as she looked up at me, I waved her up to me and she was kissing me a second later, I wrapped my legs around her small ass holding her in place. The orgasm hand not satiated my labido.

    “Get up baby, I want you to do something for, well, to me.” I said as we broke our embrace. I retrieved a bag of toys from a drawer I bought earlier that day. Inside was a strapon with a velcro harness that would adjust way down.

    “Here sweetie, let’s close this.” I told her as I reattached the crotch of her teddy. She looked disappointed, but I thought it would be more comfortable. The strapon had a dildo that was smallish, about 6 inches by 1 inch, but Susan’s pussy was tight. I strapped Lori up, and laid down on the floor, legs spread vulgerly wide.

    “Come on baby, time to fuck mommy like a good girl.”

    She walked over, before dropping to her knees between mine. I leaned forward, grabbed the phallus and pulled her to me.

    “Come on baby, mommy needs a good fucking, and you need to give it to me.” I rubbed the tip up and down my slit, getting it wet and slick.

    “Ok, push it in.” I said as I positioned the tip. She slowly drove it home, pausing when her pelvis met mine. It filled me just right.

    I started moving my hips up and down at her. “Come on baby, give your mommy a good fucking, I need it so bad.” And she did. She started thrusting in and out, quick at first, then faster. She was like a jackhammer pounding me, her tiny hips practically fitting between my legs. I didn’t last long, moments later I was in the throws of my second, and then third orgasm of the evening. After the last one, I wrapped my legs around Lori and held her tight to me, I just couldn’t take any more.

    “That’s enough baby, you made mommy cum twice.” I told her. She smiled proudly. “Ok baby, up and out of mommy.” I released my legs and she pulled out, a bit quicker than I would have preferred.

    I began unstraping her, and when it was loose, she stepped out. I quickly put it on myself, and little Lori’s eye got big. She was standing next to me now, I reached down and began to stroke her slit through the teddy.

    “This is going to be great baby, now mommy gets to fuck you.” I told her, then pushed the crotch or the teddy aside, and thrust a finger through her opening. She open her legs slightly, accepting it fully. The lack of hymen was a pleasant surprise. Her small vagina seemed to draw me in to it, holding me in with its warm wetness.

    “Lay down now Lori, mommy is going to do you.” I told her as I pulled my finger from her cunt and undid the clasps the held the teddy together.

    And with that, lori got on the floor and splayed herself wide for me. Her small vagina opened up for me in a vulgar display of prepubescent sexuality and lust. As if to emphasize the point, she reached down and began rubbing her clit roughly. I dropped to my knees, positioned myself between her beautiful long legs, and aimed for her virgin pussy. She tensed up as soon as it touched her and her legs came together, but it went in smoothly, albeit with some resistance. When I bottomed out, there was still some space between us, the tip hitting inside her. The look on her face was a combination of shock, lust, and pleasure.

    “How does that feel baby? ” I asked

    “Full. Is it all in?” She asked.

    “Almost.” I replied, and she felt her pussy and the synthetic cock that impaled it.

    “Put it all in.” She said.

    “It won’t fit sweetie, maybe some day. But for now…” and I began going at her.

    Slow at first, and only an inch or so, in and out. Soon faster. As my pace quicken, so did the stroke, and soon I was going the full length of the shaft, or at least all she could take. Then her legs fell away wide, and her eyes seemed lost in pleasure. Her small body shook with each thrust, and every stroke elicited a pleasurable groan, followed by a small whimper as I pulled back. I could see the orgasm building in her. Her tiny hips would push back in to me as I thrusted, and she seemed to get a thrill when the dildo bumped her cervix, squealing in excitement. Her small labia seemed stretched to the limit, then her legs wrapped around my waist and locked. She began bucking hard in to me, hard and fast, I just held myself as she was fucking me from the bottom like a crazy nymphet.

    Her orgasm broke over her like a tidal wave, she thrust her hips up at me one last time, and held herself tightly in place as her body shook and convulsed for what seemed like minutes. As she came down from her orgasmic high, she eased up on her legs and slowly slid down off the dildo, coming to a rest on the floor as the member eased itself from her bright red pussy lips. She, however, showed only a momentary slowing.

    She got up off her back, and got on all fours in front of me. “Let’s try it like this. ” and with that she pulled her firm little butt cheeks apart, exposing ass and cunt to me.

    “You want mommy to fuck you doggie style baby?” I asked, mostly I just wanted to hear her say it.

    “Yea mommy, get behind me and fuck me hard.” Came the nasty reply, it sounded so sexy from her young lips.

    “Let’s do it over here.” I said standing up, then helping her up. She was unsteady again in her heels, but they made her legs look so damn hot, there was no way I was letter her take them, or the stockings off. The teddy however, I pulled off her when she stood, and spent a few minutes sucking and licking those adorable, hard pink nipples.

    I positioned her standing near the couch, bent her over, resting her chest on the back of the couch.

    “Spread that ass for me baby, mommy is ready fuck you again.” I said with a lustful rasp in my voice.

    She spread her ass wider, I thought she might pull herself apart she was so splayed open. I move farward between her wide legs, pulled up one of her stockings that had started to sag, and lowered myself. I bent my knees so the tip just touched her opening.

    “Dont go slow mommy, fuck me hard and fast right away.” Such a torrid request from such sweet lips.

    “Ok baby, some day mommy will fuck that sweet ass of yours too” I reached around and grasped the front of her hips, then I lifted her up and thrust forward in one motion, impaling her in one movement. She cried out in pleasurable shock.

    I held her up, legs wide, feet dangling, as I pounded her hard, all the dildo fit in this position, and I felt my abdomen slapping against her hard ass. All she could do was take, and love it. And she did both. I pounded her for 5 long minutes, and then her third orgasm of the night was upon her.

    “Oh yes mommy, fuck me hard… fuck your baby hard… fuck me harder mommy… fuck your baby…” it was so hot hearing her talk like that.

    And then she started to cum, her legs went limp, then stared shaking and twitching, her lovely ass seemed to have a seizure of it’s own, and her head lulled about randomly as she screamed out. Then she lay still for several minutes. I pulled the dildo out to a audible sucking sound as it left her.

    “You ok Lori?” I asked.

    “That was awesome mommy, but I think that is all I can take tonight.” She said through pants.

    “Ok baby” I chuckled, “let’s go to bed.”

    And we did, I let her sleep with me, I needed to, and we cuddled in bed for maybe 10 minutes before we were both asleep.

    By both, I mean Lori and Susan. I never sleep.

    As soon as Susan was in a deep sleep, I left her and moved to Lori. As Lori I got up, and went down stairs. Susan would not remember setting up the video camera, I however, did. And I went to it, and retrieved the memory card. I got on the family computer, uploaded and encrypted copy of the evenings debauchery to the cloud, and then made a couple of copies for me.

    I gathered up my clothes, the teddy from the family room, the stockings and shoes from Susan’s room, took the porn movie from the disc player, and went back to bed, Lori’s bedroom this time. Morning came as it always does.

    I had left all the memories of the night, excluding the camera, in Susan, she would remember fucking her daughter, and remember enjoying it alot. But it didn’t know how she would react. That is the fun part.

    I was up before mom, and went down stairs, ate breakfast, showered, got dressed, and watched some tv before mom woke. I heard her in the shower first.

    One other thing I didn’t let Susan remember, she bought a few outfits of lingerie for Lori, she only knew about the one for now. The one I was currently wearing was all black, lace black a-cup bra that I couldn’t fill out, but showed my tiny nipples, and a nice black garterbelt, that held up black back seemed stockings that led to very sexy black patent heels. No panties today! I wore my old long robe over it, and sat at the computer, back to the stairs.

    When mom finally came down, she was quiet, and went to the kitchen for a minute without talking to me. When she emerged, she started to speak, I still had my back to her.

    “Sweetie, we need to talk about last night.” She started, voice shaky and unsure. “I don’t what came over me, but that can’t ever happen again.”

    “Well,” I said, “what came over you was me, well ‘on’ you anyway.”

    “What do you…” she started, then it faded out.

    “And as for it never happening again, well that genie is out of the bottle.” I told her as I rose, and turned to her. I opened my robe, let it fall, it puddled on the floor behind me.

    She stared at me, mouth agape. I walked, well, more sauntered over to her, slowly, putting as much swing in these little hips as I could. She looked me up and down, not sure what to make of me.

    “You started something last night, and I don’t want it to stop, you and I are lovers now, and I want to keep it that way. And judging by the way you loved eating my pussy last night, and the way your nipples got hard the minute you saw this,” I ran my hands slowly and sexually up and down my body as I said that part, “you don’t want it to stop either.”

    By this time I was right next to her, and I reached around and grabbed her ass. She pushed my hands away, and stepped back.

    “Lori honey, we can’t, it’s just not right.” She protested, “never again.”

    “You don’t want to play with these anymore?” I asked pinching both my nipples, tugging them so the skin tented out as I stepped tward her.

    “Stop that, and why are you dressed like that. ” she said both as a statement while stepping back.

    “But mommy, I want you to lick my pussy again.” As I said this, I stuck a finger in my pussy, brought my finger to my lips and sucked it clean.

    “Lori you shouldn’t be doing that, you should not talk like that.” She stammered.

    I turned and bent way over, “You said you’d fuck my ass someday mommy, you wouldn’t lie about that would you?”

    “Thats enough Lori, no more. ” she finally had some sternness to her voice.

    I turned and walked back to the computer, slowly, swinging my hips as best as a 9 year old can. When I looked back, she was watching my ass.

    “Come here mommy, I have something to show you.” And with that she cautiously crossed the room, but didn’t get too close to me.

    I open a few folders, and found the file from last night, double clicked, and it started. I didn’t need preliminaries, so I clicked the progress bar to mid way. On the screen, and through the very loud speakers, was a not great movie, that clearly showed Susan, eating her little girls pussy.

    “Oh watch, I’m about to cum.” I told her, and then my body on the screen could be seen shaking and screaming.

    I clicked further along, tward the end, and there I was, laying on the floor, with my mommy fucking me with a strapon, both of us clearly enjoying it.

    “Hot isn’t it?” I asked, but the smell of her pussy was not left over from last night, and she couldn’t hardly hide her arousal.

    “You need to delete that now.” She said.

    “Sure,” I closed the window, right clicked the file, clicked delete, and it vanished.

    A sheepish “thank you” hung in the air.

    “You know that is not the only copy, right?” I said, as I rose and turned to her. I was almost her height in the heels.

    She had nothing to say.

    “Were lovers now, you can go along willingly, or unwillingly, but you are mine, or that video finds it’s way to the wrong people, got it?” I was firm in my voice, well sort of, as firm as a horny 9 year old can be.

    She nodded.

    I walked to the coffee table, put my right foot, in it’s way too tall pumps, on it, and called her over.

    “My pussy needs licked, get over here and eat me.” I stated simply.

    My mommy didn’t move however, she just stared at me.

    “Get your ass over here and eat me now!” I ordered, and this brought her out of her transe.

    She walked over and stood in front of me, not sure of what to do.

    “Mommy,” I said very sweetly, “get on your knees and lick my pussy.”

    With that she slowly went to her knees, and stared at my lips. I reached behind her head and pulled her face between my legs, I was horny and wet, and she was being too slow.

    “Get that tongue out and get it on my clit.” I ordered. She finally seemed to understand. Her tongue extended and she began going up and down my slit. “Right there mommy, right there on my clit.”

    She actually started to eat me for real. Rhythmic licking of my clit, in my already aroused state, and I was soon cumming. I held on to her head to keep my balence as my hips convulsed in to her face, I screamed out loudly. When the orgasm ebbed from my body, I stood on my own, then sat back on the couch collecting my breath.

    “Come here mommy.” I said through staggered pants.

    She walked over and stood beside me.

    “Drop your pants.” And she did as instructed.

    I pulled her panties down, and exposed her to me. Her panties were almost soaked through, and a glistening sheen was obvious over labia. She was very excited.

    “You liked that didn’t you?” I asked the already answered question. I looked up at her face. “You did, you really got turned on by that.”

    She nodded shamefully.

    “Don’t be sad mommy, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I stood up in front of her. “I want to do lots more. And because I know it turns you on too,” I reached down quickly pushed a couple of finger inside her, and gave them a good wiggle. “We will do…” I licked one of my fingers clean in front of her, she blushed, “Lots more”, I put the other finger from her pussy in her mouth, and she sucked it clean without instruction.


  • ALISON UNCOVERED 3 Chapter On

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    Another lewd trip to St Tropez….

    This account is directly after my tale of Alison’s journey, and because it has been too long telling it of one day in the South of France, I have divided it into 2 chapters, but both related.
    Of course as I publish these true tales, IF I don’t get any comments on my writing, I will stop publishing, my “tales and true-life adventures” here. A lot of people seemingly read my words, but as yet, no comments.
    [It is the worst poosible thing for an author]

    ALISON UNCOVERED 3

    Chapter one

    Obviously, this is the continuing true adventures with my new english friend who arrived in my village with her husband Jim, who works, seemingly full time over in St. Nazaire on fitting new yachts. Alison has blossomed, with my help, into an open, sexy, female who has surprised me and shocked herself at what fun sex can be.

    Alison arrived for coffee in my house before we again ventured forth to St Tropez, for another day of naughtiness, and perhaps make a rendez-vous with a local lingerie shop manageress, Joelle.
    Sipping coffee, I told Alison that she looked terrific in the light dress she bought from a stall in St.Tropez market. “I like that you are obviously wearing dark tan stockings under as well. Very sexy, and what colour thong today?
    ”She lifted her dress to reveal a dark blue suspender-belt and matching thong. “Really lovely and no pubes sticking out from your crotch. Have you had a trim?”
    “Glad you noticed” she replied and pulled aside to show me her clipped pubic hair. “Mmmm, still enough there to get my teeth into” I giggled. ”I can now make out your labia mmmm,but to be even better” and I reached forward, and unbuttoned 5 buttons up from the hem, so that when she walked the skirt would open mid-thigh……oooo was there just a hint of stocking top there? I then unbuttoned 4 buttons from the neck so that her boobs were showing in the gap and would reveal more when looking down her front.

    “Oh, one more thing, no two…One, you have to leave your bra here. No point having beautiful tits to ogle, if you are wearing a bra. Two, I have something else to wear on our walking around.” Alison’s widened and asked her to show her.
    “Not yet, so take off your bra while I get you ready, just bend over a little.” I told Alison, who did look a little bemused as I moved around behind her, knelt down and tucked her skirts up to her waist. I parted her legs and pushed my mouth between her bum cheeks, and pulled her thong to one side to kiss and lick around her anus. Pointy tongue slipping in past her tight sphincter, I realized that Alison was now learning to relax her tight hole to make getting in there much easier…good girl.

    “This is lovely, Jenni, but could you not at least wait until we get back? Heheee, OHH Jen, your fingers are too much at this time in the morning…WOOOOOOO;Christ, you are filling my poor bum. What is??……..OH”

    I had inserted a small butt-plug into her anus, and replaced the thin fabric between her cheeks, stood up pulling her hem back into place. I explained to her what a butt-plug was, and that she was lucky that I hadn’t chosen a larger one for our day out.
    “I don’t think that I can walk around with it in there” but I hushed her saying to give it time, to relax, and certain by the end of the day that she would not want to remove it.“Look, so not to let you have all the enjoyment, there is mine Alison” I said as I turned and bent down, skirt riding up over my bum cheeks (as usual).
    “GOD, Jenni, it is in view on either side of the ‘string’ of your thong. I hope mine isn’t. Is it?’ “No Alison, but what you are wearing under your frock is on show, because when you walk in the sunlight your frock is almost transparent.”
    She smiled broadly at me and confided in me “I know. I noticed when turning around and checking myself in the mirror. It is quite naughty if the fabric is stretched across my bum or I bend down. You can even see my suspender straps. Naughty Alison” she laughed, “OK, my poor anus is getting used to its invader, so, are you ready to shock St. Tropez, Jenni?

    Locking my front door, and walking to my car, I was amazed at how brazen Alison had become in a few short days. There, waiting for the car to be unlocked, she was, standing enjoying the warm sunlight, and me enjoying looking at her pretty lingerie on show. Even better as she slid into the passenger seat, with her tits almost falling out of the top of her dress.
    For myself, I was wearing a very loose shirt, unbuttoned and tied at the waist, my nude cleavage in view…and more if I moved around a bit. My short tartan kilt, really was short and would ride up if I were not careful, revealing my cheeks. Under, I had put on a pair of very sheer black nylons, fastened cosily under my bum cheeks, by a very pretty white suspender belt. Today, I wore a very sheer transparent ‘string’ which left nothing to the imagination, and cut into my labia. Nothing in view unless I bent over, or when my skirt rode up over my hips.
    We both took a moment or two to adjust our sitting down onto out butt-plugs. A couple of “oohs” and “ahhhs” and then more giggles as we drove down the hill towards the coast.

    “I am feeling quite filled and perhaps a little nervous now that we are almost there. I feel quite naked, knowing everything is on show, but hey ho, too late now for this brazen hussy” Alison now admitted. “Not everything, sweetie”, and leant across to unbutton above her thighs, and another between her boobs. Now she was really beginning to reveal a lot of skin “And no-one knows what is stuck in your asshole hehee”
    We parked in the car park behind the harbour, and stood beside the car for a moment, before I asked, “Well sexy lady, what do you want to do first?” Alison looked around for a moment and from behind the security of her dark glasses, ventured. “Well….. we have spoken of meeting up in the lingerie shop, what if we go there first before it closes for lunch at midday, then on to our cafe with ‘your waitress’ for a light lunch, and for me a much needed glass of wine?”
    “OOOOO, you have thought that one out well. Off to see the lovely Joelle then” Alison slightly blushed but beaming her gorgeous smile at me, walked off, humming wickedly to herself. I let her go on in front just to check out once again, the transparency of her dress. It was quite rude if you were offended by that sort of view, but the admiring, lustful glances would far outweigh the critics.

    Arriving at the window of the lingerie shop, we peered in, looked each other, then nodded and pushed open the door. The bell tinkled and heard, from the back of the empty shop, Joelle’s voice “Un moment, s’il vous plait. J’arrive”
    There was a bit of rustling behind the cubicle curtain, before it was thrown open and Joelle allowing two very beautiful suntanned teenagers to go on in front, both fastening up their tops, and pulling down their mini-skirts. She was walking behind them, straightening her blouse, and skirt and patting her hair back into place.

    She beamed at the two of us, without much of a hint of embarrassment, and asked if they wanted to see more and perhaps come back to decide on what to look at. As she showed them to the door, Alison whispered to me “Do you think that they have left THEIR knickers in the changing room?”
    Joelle turned back to us, apologising for the delay, and what could she do for us today, taking us both in with a hint of a ‘turned on’ smile. I spoke to her in French explaining that as we were just passing by on the way to lunch, would she ever consider visiting us at my home, to have an aperitif and do a private fitting for us both? She took this all in, with an slow intake of breath, then spoke to us in perfect English that she would consult her diary and if we gave her a list of what she could help us with, and was sure that something could be arranged to ‘satisfy’ you.
    “Is there anything this morning that I can help you out with? Or…….” she hesitated, “the shop is closed this afternoon, when I will be doing some alterations, in my appartment above here, so……… if you changed your minds over lunch, I am sure that I could fit you both in? You just need to ring my bell and I open up to you both.” Her speech was so filled with sexual innuendo, that it left Alison and me in no doubt of her meaning.
    We said that we would mull over her kind invitation over lunch…..or would she care to join us for lunch at the Cafe de Paris, as the shop was closed for the rest of the day?
    “Very kind of you, but I have to do one or two things in my apartment first, but I could join you for coffee, at say, near to one-thirty?”
    “We will be there” said Alison “and I am Alison and this is my VERY close friend and neighbour, Jenni “
    “Enchante “ said Joelle as she shook us both by the hand, holding on a little longer, with her other hand clasped around the handshake.

    “Well, Jenni, I don’t think there was any mistaking her intentions? Or am I just wanting to imagine the things racing around my head” I giggled at her, and I must admit that my mind was running wild as well, as we walked down to the harbour.
    We were shown to an outside table by a young Italian looking waiter, wearing the habitual long white apron. Alison caught my disappointment at looking all around and not seeing the lovely young waitress. “Never mind, babe, she will be here another day, it may be her day off?”.

    A bottle of our favourite rose arrived and as the young waiter slowly uncorked the bottle, kept running his eyes over both of us. Tipping a little into Alison’s glass, he nearly dropped the bottle as she leant forward to pick up the glass, and her frock fell open. I knew that he could see most of her beautiful breasts. Eyes even wider, as he watched her lean back in her chair to taste, and her skirt slipped apart revealing her stocking tops and thong.
    As if unaware of what she was showing, she nodded to him, and he poured out both glasses, almost overflowing mine when he noticed my crossed legs and expanse of my nylon clad legs and suspenders. With difficulty, he took our orders, and looking a little hot under his stiff starched collar, walked shakily back to the bar.
    “Cheers my dear” I toasted Alison, “in the sunshine I can plainly see your nipples through the material. “Well it doesn’t help when they are hard and standing out” as she looked down and ran her hand across them both, giving each nipple a little squeeze.

    When we had finished our meal of plain omelette with rocket salad for me, and grilled tomatoes with basil and salad for Alison, we giggled and toasted each other again, and I uncrossed my legs and let her look at the tiny front of my string which had slipped in between the lips of my labia. In reply, Alison uncrossed her legs and let her dress again fall away, revealing everything underneath. “GOD you are one sexy cow” I told her, and as I tried to lean across the table to stick my tongue between her smiling mouth, my ashtray and napkin fell to the floor.

    “Dammit” I sighed and stood up and bent over to pick up the ashtray, and fluttering napkin. It landed at the foot of the next table, so I took a step and bent over to pick it up. The old gentleman at the table, dropped his as well, and I had to take the time to pick his up as well. This gave him the time to ogle beneath my open shirt. I stood up and handed back the napkin to a man who may well have a heart attack. I let him watch my tits as I undid the knot in my shirt, flap it open and take my time re-tying it at the waist. He nearly had a seizure when I put one hand inside my shirt and made a great play of making my boobs comfortable. “Bon appetit, monsieur” smiling, and turning back to our table leaving him to his furious wife.

    “OH bonjour” I beamed as I found the lovely waitress standing beside Alison watching the little incident, and obviously looking down her dress.
    “Hello again” she said “I didn’t think I would see you again so soon. I have only started my shift, so I am delighted not to have missed you. Is there anything I do for you now that I am here.” Her beautiful smile took my breath away. Alison interrupted my muse by saying, “Yes, you could help my friend in pulling her skirt down, to stop showing the world what she is almost wearing under that belt she calls a skirt.”
    I apologised, realising that the kilt was up to its old tricks, and had ridden up, when standing up from our table and bending over to pick up the napkin. I pushed my skirt down with both hand, hiding my near-naked bum and suspenders.
    “No need to apologise to me, it was a charming view, much appreciated by me and a few others as well. Hehee, It has quite made my day, and only sorry that you hadn’t stayed longer in that position. Quite ravishing. Thanks. Oh I am Eva, I’m a student from Norway on a working holiday here at the cafe.
    “That is why you speak such perfect English. I am Jenni, and this cheeky lady is my holiday lover, Alison.” Alison choked on her glass of wine throwing it across the table, soaking the front of my shirt. “Alison” I cried, but in a flash, Eva was in front of me with a clean paper napkin in her hands. “Allow me, it is normal in restaurants” taking the front of my shirt in one hand and dabbing at the spill with the other. Holding the edge of my shirt, I felt her fingers brushing my skin, and a she dabbed away, stroking my skin, inside my shirt. Between my boobs, then almost cupping a breast, her long fingers flicked over my nipple.

    I gasped and pressed my tits against her fingers, as she was looking deeply into my eyes.
    “How is that, Jenni?” “Looking down from her eyes I told her” Oh you have missed a bit on the other side” and my fingers managed to open the shirt a little farther for her to gaze at the whole of my front. I also was able to stroke her fingers, also held the shirt, as she went back to dabbing at my shirt, and stroking my other boob, raking her long finger nails across my rock hard nipple. Her face was close to mine, as she pretended to inspect her handiwork. I could feel her soft breath on my cheek as she whispered to me “You have a lovely body and a tantalising butt-plug. Call me soon.” And straightening up she announced to everyone around that the shirt looks good now, but will need a wash as soon as I get home.
    I faintly said to her “Thanks Eva, and I think I need an armagnac with my coffee please, oh and the same for my lover”

    “Could you make that three please” was the voice behind me. Joelle had arrived, and what a transformation from shop lady to lady for coffee and an armagnac. Joelle had changed from the business like shop lady, into a ravishing mature, chic and sexy woman. She stood there in a tight black silk shirt showing an impressive cleavage and a pale blue lamb’s wool jersey draped across her shoulders. Looking down, her long legs were covered to mid-thigh by a tight black leather skirt. Make–up was perfect and I was impressed.
    “Hello again Jenni, and held my shoulders as she closed in and planted a kiss on both cheeks. Her lips touched the side of mine, and was less demure than it looked. Her large high boobs pressed against me.

    Turning to the seated Alison, she bent over and planted the same kiss on both her cheeks, again just catching both sides of Alison’s lips. Joelle’s impressive tits pressing against Alison’s shoulder.
    Joelle took a chair from the next table, and sat down opposite the two of us. Both of looks immediately fell to her legs as she sat and pulled her chair under her, even with knees together, revealed her dark tan hold-ups. I sighed as I caught a glimpse of naked pussy and? WAS she wearing a gold ring attached at her pussy? She caught our lewd looks and beautifully smiled at us in turn.
    Coffee and armagnac arrived and Joelle stood up again to embrace Eva, and press herself to her. Eva smiled at us all and swayed back to the bar, bum wriggling under her tight black skirt. “Lovely girl, I fitted her with her work clothes. She is VERY accommodating!”

    Joelle sat down again, and leaving no doubt that she was not wearing panties, and there indeed was a ring attached at her clit. “Nice” Alison told her and listened to Joelle’s reply, “Thank you, it is quite recent, and it gives me a warm sensuous feeling with every movement of my thighs.
    “Oh yes, I remember now, but I really would want to inspect it closer to see if I wanted one for myself.” Alison. Joelle looked deeply at her saying, “I think it is very important to look before you buy, I will be delighted to show it to you.”
    “Can’t wait” Alison replied and began to squirm in her chair, no doubt the butt-plug pleasuring her even more, her dress, falling open top and bottom. Stocking tops and thong on show, and I noticed that we could see most of her tits falling out. I was convinced that Alison had sneakily unbuttoned another button at her cleavage during lunch.
    We chatted noisily and discussed the possibility of a “personal” fitting back at Joelle’s place. “I have left myself open for you, and certain that I can accommodate the two of you.” More double-entendres which left us in no doubt how personal this fitting could become.

    As we took our leave, handing over the cash and check Eva, Joelle again kissed her cheeks, and Eva turned to me and, in kissing my cheeks, caught the side of my lips and darted her tongue in between my puckered mouth. “Soon please” she repeated to me before kissing Alison and return inside.
    The three of us walked arm in arm back along the narrow street towards Joelle’s apartment. Our arms were pressed against the side of Joelle’s firm boobs, as her arms were rubbing against my tit on one side and Alison’s on the other. Cosy.

    Letting us in to a steep staircase leading to Joelle’s home, she said to Alison to “lead the way up as I lock the door” I knew that she wanted to follow me up to look under my kilt, which confirmed when halfway up I felt cool fingers stroking my buttocks and near the top, slip into my crack to find my butt-plug. On the small landing Joelle’s forefinger tapped it before squeezing past me and Alison to open her front door.
    The apartment was a bright airy affair, high ceilinged with full length windows opening on to a balcony, and beautifully furnished. “Please get comfortable and accept a glass of orange wine before we start. Oh, there on the side sofa, I have left you some lingerie that may interest you.”
    Alison and I sat either side of the pile of delicious saucy underwear to look at. “Oh, what is that” Alison exclaimed as she pulled out from under the cushion she had just sat on, a black vibrator, and a pair of lacey panties. “Mmmmmm” said Alison as she lifted the panties to her nose and breathed in, handing over the ribbed vibrator to me. “I recognise this pussy” she giggled and watched in mock horror as I closed my lips on the vibrator and ran my tongue along its length, enjoying licking clean the dried juices.

    Joelle arrived with the orange wine to see Alison sniffing her panties, and me sucking and licking her vibrator.
    “Oh, I see you have found them. How careless of me to have left them there before coming, erm…. to meet you.” Again the strong sexual innuendo from Joelle, who had slipped into a short silky robe. “Excuse me but this is more comfortable for me whilst doing a fitting” she explained, and sat down in a large comfortable armchair opposite us.
    “Bon sante a tous les deux et bienvenue chez-moi” as she raised her glass and took a gentle sip, wetting her beautiful deep red lipstick.
    “Now ladies, to begin. Alison, I note that you are wearing a light dress which you bought here at the market if I am not mistaken, but I think the hem is beginning to drop. Let me see please?” Alison rose and went to stand before her. Joelle shuffled forward to the edge of her chair, placing her knees either side of Alison’s legs. Mmmmmmmm wide apart legs….. I have always liked in a female, and her bald snatch glistening in the light. Was she damp already? I watched as Joelle’s fingers lifting Alison’s hem to closely inspect.
    Her other hand had slipped onto Alison’s thigh and I could see it moving under the dress. Fingers no doubt caressing the stockinged thighs and suspender-belt, and noticed Alison shift her feet apart a little, no doubt to allow access to her thong? I could see Joelle’s hand move around to Alison’s bum, under her skirts, and gently pull her nearer to Joelle. When Alison whispered “Ooooooo” I thought that Joelle’s fingers had found the butt-plug.

    “Alison, I have just noticed that one of the button-holes is fraying, and needs sewing before it gets worse.” Joelle said looking up at my slightly flushed friend and raised both hands to hold the edges of the dress, and as if examining the button-hole closely opened up the neckline even more, to gaze at Alison’s boobs. ”It is from the back where I will mend it so you will never notice the repair. Well? No time like the present, as I have my sewing things here” And with that, Joelle’s experienced fingers unbuttoned one more button and, voila, slipped Alison’s dress down to her ankles. As she bent to pick it up of the floor Joelle’s cheek brushed down Alison’s tits, nipples now hard, and her face was level with Alison’s thong. It took a moment for Alison to lift one foot and then the other to step out of her garment, giving time for Joelle’s face to, ‘inadvertantly’ push against Alison’s mound.

    Alison’s hands automatically lifted to cover her bosom, but Joelle teasingly reprimanded her, “Oh no, Alison, don’t be shy and cover your lovely breasts. They are very attractive and well, we are all girls here. Mmmmmm I noticed your nipples are hard, you are not too cold in here? No they don’t seem to be too cold, and perfect, Alison.” Joelle’s hands were roaming over Alison’s boobs, and watching, I had to slip one hand inside my blouse to check on my nipples.
    “Your nipples seem to be very erect as well” replied Alison. On picking up Alison’s dress, Joelle’s big, heavy, breasts had tumbled out of her loose robe. She knew of course, but pretended not to notice. ”So they have, I hope that they don’t embarress you? Us girls together.” She made no attempt to tuck them away and carried on as if everything was normal. “What a pretty thong, also bought here in the market I think, but perhaps I can persuade you to look at some that I have looked out for you. Now,where is the maker’s label?”

    Saying that, Joelle turned Alison around, facing me, and crouched down behind her. “Here it is, it says…it is a very small label, I have to look very closely”, and I saw Joelle’s head disappear behind Alison’s” bum. Alison’s eyes were half shut but snapped wide open and her mouth formed an ‘O’ as she felt something going on behind.
    Alison began to grit her teeth as she widened her feet and slightly bent over to grab the side of the sofa, her other hand slipping into her thong and start to move about.
    “Fuck” Alison hissed and when I rose and walked around the back of the two of them, saw Joelle’s face buried in Alison’s butt cheeks, which she was holding apart with her hands.
    “God, that is so erotic. I am so horny looking at you two.” I knelt down behind Joelle and wrapped my arms around her, with my hands cupping and weighing her very large, firm tits, squeezing her very erect nipples.

    As I was kissing her neck and nibbling her ear, I saw that Joelle’s teeth were fastened around the base of the butt-plug and moving her head, was pulling, back and forth, Alison’s plug. She was being butt-fucked by her own toy. Neat, I thought.
    I rose, and moved to the front of Alison, pulling hard on her nipples and shoving my tongue down her throat. Her mouth opened wide to let me in, as she held on to the back of my head. Her hands then started to push my head down her body until it was pressed into her wet snatch. I licked along her wetness back and forth then sticking my tongue up into her hot tunnel. Alison was moaning loudly as she was being tongue-fucked front and back. I then licked along her crease, to find Joelle’s tongue meeting and licking mine.
    One of her hands reached forward and slid into my open shirt, squeezing and caressing my aching tits, and pulling on my nipples.
    OHHHHHH this was too much for me and I slid between Alison’s feet, and sliding on my back to between Joelle’s crouching thighs, getting rid of my shirt and kilt. My head arrived under Joelle’s cunt, and I pulled it onto my face, licking and teasing her clit ring and chewing on her labia. With a groan, Joelle turned around over me and buried her face in my sopping pussy, and felt her mouth slurping at my juices, as we both hungrily devoured each other’s cunt.

    I was lost in a haze of pure lust until I noticed Alison had removed herself. Looking up, she was sitting on the edge of the sofa watching the erotic scene before her, and with her compact camera in one hand, and the other now embedded deep inside her pussy. So deep that she almost had her whole fist inside her.
    Joelle noticed as well, and ordered Alison behind her. Alison knelt at Joelle’s upturned butt, and I got a close-up of her tongue stabbing at Joelle’s butt-hole. My face was being soaked by Joelle’s juices and Alison’s saliva as she ran her tongue up Joelle’s backside.
    “Finger me, finger my ass” was Joelle’s command to Alison. Alison slipped her forefinger into Joelle’s throbbing snatch, and then slipped it between my lips, before raising it to Joelle’s back entrance. With my tongue still busy with her cunt I watched Joelle’s rectum being slowly invaded by a long finger. On and on it slid, until full embedded inside.
    “OHHH Alison, another” growled Joelle. The finger slid out of Joelle’s and stuck into my mouth. I sucked the two fingers tasting the juices from Joelle’s bum. I was in ecstacy, As I watched Alison’s two fingers slide right up inside Joelle’s back passage. That set off Joelle’s mouth on me again, and slipped one of her fingers into my arse-hole. “OHHHH God”, I mumbled as I chewed on Joelle’s cunt, and watching Alison’s fingers sliding in and out of Joelle’s bottom.
    “PLEEEEEEASE, …..MORE” Joelle cried out. Again, fingers slid out of Joelle’s butt to let me taste again the juices, but Alison had pushed 4 fingers between my lips. Wetting them, I watched them leave a trail of my saliva up Joelle’s crack and begin to widen her anus. Joelle must have felt another finger, because she moaned loudly, “YESSSSS baby, DO IT!”
    I was in a daze to have such a close-up of four fingers pushing against, then suddenly slide deep in past her sphincter ring. I was sooo excited and orgasmed as a second finger was thrust up my own tight asshole. I was writhing under Joelle and lost in a frenzy of lust.

    When I could open my eyes again, Alison had changed position behind us, and was sitting backwards, on Joelle’s buttocks. Wide apart thighs and Joelle’s black vibrator sunk into her rectum. Her 4 fingers were fucking Joelle’s and the other hand was plunging in and out of her own cunt. As I looked up in amazement at this lewd scene, both Joelle and Alison shouted out in lust at the same time. Then Joelle whispered “Wait………. Slowly……YESSSSS perfect.”
    Somehow, Alison’s whole hand disappeared into Joelle’s bottom. Joelle slowly raised herself onto one elbow and I watched as she reached back to take hold of Alison’s wrist and move it towards her asshole and pull it out again a little. Alison had her whole hand inside Joelle’s backside and was gently moving her fingers deep inside, as Joelle slid Alison’s hand in and out. It had gone very quiet apart from the noise of Alison’s fingers squishing in and out of her cunt, until a loud shout rent the air.
    “Merde, I am cumming ……………..aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
    “Oh SHIT Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss“ was Alison’s cry.
    Joelle was shuddering and shaking on top of me, and to help, I fastened my mouth around her clit ring, as she exploded with in an enormous orgasm. Alison timed it perfectly as she came in time with Joelle, seated on Joelle’s buttocks and bouncing up and down on the vibrator in her arse, fingers plunging in and out of her sopping cunt.

    We all collapsed and rolled on the floor, legs and arms entwined, to recover. We gently rolled about together until Joelle pushed her large boobs into my face for me to suckle on one, then the other wonderful teat. Alison’s mouth ended up between my thighs, gently licking me, as I had a finger in her cunt and another in her arse-hole.
    As I was sucking and licking these wondrous tits, I suddenly remembered my ‘just in case’ moment at home. “Alison, please go and look into my bag” She shakily got up and went over to open my ‘sac’. “Woohooo Jenni, you are a very thoughtful and dirty little gal. Can I please try?” She had pulled out my strap-on which I slipped into my bag, with a ‘well you never know’ chuckle. “AND… you have even brought the spunk” as she lifted out the small bottle of sperm-like liquid.

    Joelle looked a little puzzled, until Alison worked out how to fill the bulbous reservoir, and then beamed as she watched Alison pull on the straps and tighten them around her hips.“How delightfully rude that is” said Joelle as we watch drip her saliva onto the erect cock sticking out from her tummy, and stroke the length to wet it.
    “May I watch” asked Joelle. “Of course, but, would you mind taking some photos for us on my camera, while I fuck Jenni?”
    “My pleasure, and why not be comfortable on the sofa?” replied Joelle as she rose and gently sat down in the armchair. I moved and lay down on the wide soft sofa, as Alison knelt beside me, and fed her rigid cock into my mouth, gently humping it in and out. I took hold of Alison’s tits and was rolling them in my hands, when I felt my knees being parted, and a tongue stabbed my cunt-hole.
    “Just to get you ready” giggled Joelle as Alison lowered herself on top of me and thrust her tongue between my wanting lips. I whispered as she broke off to position the cock between my eager thighs, “Fuck me now, darling Alison, my little holiday love, hehee”

    The large cock pushed deep into me as I gasped and ground against it wanting to feel it bump my cervix. To take it deeper, I wrapped my stockinged legs around Alison’s hips to take the prick deep inside me. As I raised my head to kiss Alison, I saw Joelle lying back, legs wide apart, taking some photos of the action. Alison began sliding her cock in and out and it got a little more insistent as we deeply kissed and our hips moved in unison to fuck me deep.
    Harder and harder, until Alison started to pound my wet pussy. “Ooo wonderful” I moaned, as she replied “Yesss the end of the phallus inside me has my pussy tingling”, as her pace quickened. I noticed out of the corner of my eye, that Joelle was still sitting, legs akimbo, still taking photos, BUT, I stared at the pink cock that was sticking out between her thighs ! “God,… look, Al” and she gasped when she took in Joelle’s rigid phallus. “Oh Jenni…you may be in trouble here, and serves you right…… holiday lover indeed! Now to fuck you hard”
    And so she did, pounding away at my cunt, my legs high in the air, my own strap-on filling my insides. I was getting close to cumming when a gentle quiet voice told Alison, “Lie on your back, honey, and let Jenni sit on top of you”
    We both moved, and I sat on top of Alison impaling my fuck- tunnel on the cock. Joelle was taking more photos, but when I leant down to suck Alison’s tongue, I felt a cold finger lubricating my back passage. I pushed my bum out a little, and felt a second finger slide into my fundament., stretching my sphincter wide open.
    Alison continued her upward thrusts, as I felt the seat cushions move and felt Joelle getting between my splayed thighs. Fingers slid out of my arse-hole and two hands spreading my bum cheeks. Then the tip of Joelle’s dildo press against my butt hole.I relaxed it, thanking god that her cock was not as big as the one shafting my cunt.

    I pushed back as it pushed forward, until it popped in past my ring, and farther until it was fully plugging me. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I whimpered from pain and pleasure, and an erotic dirtiness flooded all over me as the two cocks filled me. They got to time each other’s movement. Joelle’s cock pulling out, as Alison’s pushed up into me, and then the opposite.
    I was in deep heaven and beginning to move with them. As the fucking of both my holes was getting quicker, Joelle leant over me to grab my tits, and lick and kiss my back. Alison’s hands held my head as her tongue plundered my open mouth. I was getting close to cumming being pounded in cunt and ass. All of us were getting breathless, and excited and so hot.
    “Oh YESSSS I am going to cum, cum with me, pleeeeeease” I gasped and started to shake with emotion.
    I started to climax as both Alison and Joelle hissed “yesssss” in my ears as I exploded with a huge orgasm, my whole body erupting, and with wave after wave hitting me.Warm jets of ‘sperm’ hit my cunt…..on and on, it kept filling me as I shrieked in the biggest orgasm that I had ever known.

    END OF CHAPTER ONE…………………………………………………………....CHAPTER TWO FOLLOWS;

    This day in our lives continues, and I hope that you can follow it in Chapter two. Please let me know, with a message.. …because “sigh” , no-one leaves any thoughts,hints or messages !!! JENNI xxx


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  • THP: JESSIE LISA AND ARON PART-1

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    A mother, wanting to be a Lesbian, takes her two children to the House of Pleasure.

    THP: JESSIE LISA AND ARON PART-1

    1.01 The House of Pleasure THP:
    1.02 Jessie, Lisa, Aron:
    1.03 Jessie, Lisa, Aron, HDTV Condition:
    1.04 Mira, Jessie, Introduction:
    1.05 Mira, Jessie, First Lesbian Orgasm:
    1.06 Mira, Jessie, Jacuzzi:
    1.07 Lisa, Aron, Hair Removal:
    1.08 Lisa, Aron, Deepthroat:
    1.09 Lisa, Aron, Sibling Mating:

    1.01 The House of Pleasure THP:

    The House of Pleasure, THP, is a high end, sexual complex in the Center of Bangkok. It opened two years ago and has become a must layover for business travelers a sexual getaway for vacationers. To insure its appeal to International guests, the staff is highly trained and the prices of its ‘services’ and suites are beyond the reach of the local residents. The minimum age for its ‘services’ is fourteen. It is not uncommon for adults to bring their children to THP for sexual education and guidance. The reasons vary from extreme shyness, gender confusion to birthdays and graduations. A trained staff of specialist are available, 24/7, for these personal services.

    THP is proud of its sexual diversification and support. The sprawling complex is a transient home to Heterosexuals, Lesbians, Gays, Hermaphrodites and Shemales. The large entertainment floor is designed so all can gather and get to know each other. There are 400 hundred luxury suites with a minimum of a three night stay. In addition to the standard services, THP offers its guests alternative entertainment in the form of in room sexual devices and the services of bestiality. Two theaters are located in the lower level. The first is available to all guests and features live sex performances. The second theater is for THP’s investing clients and special guests. It is used for ‘requested’ transgendering of males and females. On occasion, it is also used for forced transgendering.

    All suites are stocked with free coffee, snacks, non-alcoholic and alcoholic beverages of the guest’s choice. A separate locked room in each suite is reserved for preferred guests and is known as the fitness room. It includes automated female and male Sybians, a mattress with a support rail for bestiality requests and mating machines for all genders.

    THP does not exclude itself from using drugs. While drugs are used primarily in THP’s performances, guests may be given drugs to calm their anxiety or enhance their sexual performance. As a rule, the guests are not aware that they have been given these drugs which are put in their snacks and beverages. These will make a guest compliant and open to suggestion from the subliminal messages that are transmitted from the HDTV’s in all the rooms of the suite. Restocking takes place every morning or before room service appointments and/or performances. All performances are video streamed to a list of preferred international clients.

    THE BIDET

    The customized Bidet has a ‘U’ shaped seat with no lid. Within the bowl, is a vertical, accordion like 4″ x 1/2″ probe which can lengthen to a maximum of eight inches and thicken to three inches. Internal lasers position the probe anywhere within a ten inch radius and internal mechanisms move the probe upwards and downwards. The tank has four compartments, one for an enema or douche solution, the second for the for warm water, the third for chemical solutions that would sexually enhance a female’s vaginal sheath or a male’s rectal sheath and a fourth for the probe’s thick ejaculant. A coiled tube is attached to the right side. At the end of the tube is an eight inch accordion- like sheath and its diameter can expand from 3/4 inch to three inches. This is be used to fit over a male’s erection. The connecting tube suctions the male’s fluids into a collection container. A condom catheter and connecting tube is used when only semen and sperm samples are required.

    THE CHAIR

    The transformation Chair is similar in function to THP’s standard Bidet. Its vaginal and rectal probe provides the same enhancement technologies but has noticeable differences. When not in use, the Chair is under the stage floor of the theater and is raised up when required. The Chair is self contouring to meet the user’s body frame, allowing the user to be comfortable for longer periods of time. The ‘U’ shaped seat extends outward to support the user’s legs and arm rests have been added.

    The major change is the removal of the bowl and its probe. These have been replaced with separate rectal and vaginal probes which are within the sides of the Chair’s supporting base. The probes have gel-like like ends that attach themselves to the anus or labia. An accordion-like vaginal sheath and condom catheter are also part of the support base. The tube attached to the sheath is dual purpose. The first is to route preseminal fluids and semen to containers under the stage and the second is to guide an enhancing tube into the urethra that will deliver transforming chemicals to the prostate, testicles and the penis.

    The rectal probe and its rounded ‘mouth’ delivers enema or enhancing solutions and draws the expelled contents to containers below the stage. The probe is expandable from 2.5″ to 8″ with a maximum diameter of 2″ and delivers enhancing chemicals that will give the rectal sheath the properties of a female vagina.

    The vaginal probe and its oval shaped ‘mouth’ delivers enhancing solutions and draws the orgasmic fluids into containers below the stage. The probe is expandable from 2.5″ to 8″ with a maximum diameter of 3″ and delivers chemicals that will enhanced a female’s vaginal passage and clitoris.

    The final addition to the Chair are clear silicone cups that extend from both sides of the Chair. Each can be expanded from two inches to a cup size of ‘DD’ and deliver nipple and breast enhancing solutions.

    All the probes and silicone cups are laser guided and computer controlled.

    1.02 Jessie, Lisa, Aron:

    Jessie is a thirty five year old single mother and works as a consulting agent for a telecommunications company. Summer time is a troubled time for Jessie when she takes her sixteen year old twins, Lisa and Aron to the beach. All her life she has suppressed her inner feelings for other females and feelings of guilt and shame come to surface when she sees other women walking along the beach with scanty bikinis covering their bodies.

    On one of her overseas trips she met a couple who told her about a hotel in Bangkok called The House of Pleasure and its unique services to males and females. When she returned home she looked it up on the internet and couldn’t believe what she was seeing and reading. She learned that THP provides discrete surrogate services for first time Gay and Lesbian experiences. For the next few days, Jessie’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and indecision.

    What about Lisa and Aron? They are used to accompanying her on her long trips and was concerned about them staying in a hotel that specializes in sexual pleasure. She felt more at ease when she read that these services were not openly displayed or advertised.

    Fate took a hand when she was appointed as the agent to a customer in Sydney. She returned to THP’s website and filled out the reservation forms. With nervous fingers, she checked the box for ‘Lesbian, First Time’. As she scrolled through the forms she came upon the selections for fourteen thru seventeen year olds.

    For Lisa, she entered, Female, Sixteen, Promiscuous and the ‘Not Sure’ box for her Virgin Status.

    For Aron, she entered, Male, Sixteen, Shy, Has not masturbated, Virgin.

    After entering their favorite snacks and beverages she reviewed the forms and came across an entry that initially shocked her. It was bestiality. Golden puppies were available for fourteen thru seventeen year olds and mature Goldens for adults. She checked ‘Undecided’ for herself, Lisa and Aron.

    Jessie entered her credit card number and clicked Make Reservations. Within minutes, she regretted what she had selected for both her herself, Lisa and Aron but didn’t cancel her reservations knowing she had to find out if she was a Lesbian.

    All that Jessie told Lisa and Aron was that they were going to have a five night stay in a hotel called THP in Bangkok. Lisa, being somewhat internet savvy, looked up THP on the internet and smiled when she found out what the hotel offered and the positive reviews from guests that had stayed there.

    Two weeks later, a nervous Jessie, an excited Lisa were standing in line at THP’s reception desk. Aron didn’t know about THP and to him it was just another hotel. When Jessie’s turn came, her voice trembled slightly when she said her name.

    The receptionist smiled and said,

    “Your three bedroom suite is ready for you and your requested beverages are in the refrigerator and the snacks are in one of the cabinets. Sara, a member of our special staff, will meet with you, Lisa and Aron in about an hour. There are HDTV’s in every room including the Fitness Room. Sara will give you the key cards to that room.

    Lisa wondered why Sara was meeting with them and suspected that her mother had something planned that she had not told her or Aron about. They were shown to their suite and neither of them could believe the luxury or hugeness that met their eyes. They toured all the rooms except for the one that was locked.

    When the Concierge left, they picked their bedrooms and unpacked. Lisa went to her mother and asked,

    “Why is Sara meeting with us?”

    Jessie knew the question was coming and fumbled for words. She also knew that Lisa is mature beyond her age and would hopefully understand.

    “As you know, I have rarely dated or gone out ….”

    Lisa smiled at her mother and whispered,

    “You mean you haven’t had sex for a long time.”

    Jessie blushed at the words and nodded.

    “Lately, I seem to be attracted more to women than to men and have asked THP to help me experience a Lesbian relationship.”

    Lisa felt compassion for her mother and hugged her.

    It was now 4:30pm Bangkok time and it had been a long twenty hour flight. All were tired and hungry. Jessie suggested that they have some of their snacks and beverages supplied by THP and when Sara leaves, they get some much needed sleep.

    A knock was heard on the Suite’s door and Jessie Sara introduced herself to Jessie, Lisa and Aron.

    Sara said,

    “I know you are all exhausted from your flight and want to get some sleep but I just wanted to welcome you to THP.”

    As they were talking, the maid service arrived and turned down their beds with pillows propped up against the head boards. The HDTV’s were turned ‘on’ and tuned to the Welcome Channel. All that was required was the pressing of the ‘Start’ button. The maid’s cart contained their snacks and beverages which she put on the night tables.

    Sara handed her card to Jessie and told her to call her when she was ready in the morning. She suggested that each of them watch a short video on the HDTV’s in each of their bed rooms before they fell asleep. The ‘open to suggestion’ drugs would ensure that they did. She put the key cards for the Fitness Room on the coffee table and told them that the maid had put fresh condiments in their bedrooms.

    Sara whispered in Jessie’s ear that someone very special would be waiting for her in the morning. Lisa and Aron saw the blush on their mother’s face and Lisa told him she would explain it to him later.

    They hugged each other and went into their bedrooms. Each smiled when they saw that their bedrooms hand been prepared for them. Jessie and Sara undressed and sat on the bed, resting against the pillows. Aron left his underpants on and climbed onto the bed. When they were ready each pressed ‘Start’. They nibbled and sipped on their condiments as their HDTV screens showed videos with ‘messages’ targeting each of them specifically. Each began to feel a wonderful warmth spreading throughout their bodies as their eyes became fixed on their HDTV’s.

    1.03 Jessie, Lisa, Aron, HDTV Condition:

    Jessie saw and heard,

    The video started by describing the sexual services that were available for all adults. Soon, it showed a reluctant woman being seduced by a Lesbian. The woman’s nervousness quickly faded as the seduction progressed and soon became a willing and passionate partner. The next video showed a woman kneeling on a mattress with her hands grasping a support rail. Her face and voice registered her rising arousal as a Golden’s tongue lapped at her sex between her upraised buttocks. The sounds became more urgent as the Golden’s erection drove the toward her ultimate orgasm. Two more videos showed a woman having sex with a girl and boy.

    As the videos were repeated, Sara and the Control Room watched as a highly aroused Jessie began masturbating. After she orgasmed, a video was shown on how to prepare herself in the morning. It showed a woman in having a shower and using a depilatory to remove all the genital hair between her thighs. A liquid soap was then used and the woman’s face showed the pleasure that her slick hands were giving her breasts and hairless sex. After drying herself off, the woman applied a silky body lotion, put on a sheer pink robe from the closet, made a call to ‘Sara’, The woman then waited on the sectional for her arrival.

    The HDTV was turned ‘off’ and Jessie stretched out on the bed and fell asleep.

    Aron saw and heard,

    The video started by showing two naked siblings getting into a shower and the brother had a nervous look on his face. His body squirmed trying to evade the liquid that the sister was using to remove his genital hair. When finished, the sister used a silky soft soap to clean her brother’s thighs, penis and balls. He blushed as his penis hardened and shortly his hips thrust his erection outward into the massaging hands as he ejaculated for the first time. A second video showed the brother having first time sex with his sister. It was designed to be educational with the emphasis on foreplay and how to avoid premature ejaculation. Aron would remember what he had learned.

    The third video showed the brother straddling a strange machine. He was moaning and gasping as his erection massaged and milked. The sounds got louder as the machine slipped into his rectum, enhancing prostate and rectal sheath.

    ‘Suggestions’ were flowing into Aron’s mind that he would be more comfortable if he were to remove his underpants. Aron did and Sara smiled when she saw the sixteen year old’s endowed erection jump into air. Sara knew, from the forms, that Aron had not masturbated yet.

    As the videos were repeated, Aron’s arousal soared and his six and half inch hardness began twitching rapidly between his thighs. Suddenly, his hands grasped the sheet, his hips bucked upward and his head pushed back against the pillows. Sara and the Control Room staff smiled when they saw Aron’s ‘hands free’ ejaculation shoot into the air and splatter back down onto his abdomen and thighs.

    In a few moments, Aron was staring at the screen as if nothing had happened. The ‘suggestions’ that flowed into his mind told him that in the morning he should wait in his bedroom, naked, for his sister Lisa to arrive. The final ‘suggestion’ was that he go the bathroom and clean himself. Aron did so and returned to the bed and fell asleep. Aron would remember what he had learned.

    Lisa saw and heard,

    The video started by showing two naked siblings getting into a shower and the sister smiled as she removed the hair from her brother’s genitals. She then used a soft, liquid soap to clean her brother’s genitals and watched with excitement as her distraught brother became aroused. A second video showed the sister sucking on her brother’s penis and then guiding him as they had sex. The third video showed the sister holding her legs apart as a Golden puppy lapped at her flared labia and clitoris.

    As the videos were repeated, Lisa’s fingers were adorning her pink, rigid clitoris and exploring her youthful vagina. She orgasmed as she watched the boy thrusting into the girl’s sex.

    The videos were repeated three times and the screen went dark. A text message appeared.

    “In the morning, you will appear more ‘sexy’ to yourself and your brother if you remove all of your genital hair. The walk in shower has a liquid depilatory that you can use for this purpose. Aron will need assistance with his hair removal which will add to both your excitements. The liquid soft soap and your hands could cause him to ejaculate in the shower. Your brother will be waiting for you in his bedroom.”

    The videos were repeated three times and then the HDTV was turned ‘off’ and a happy Lisa pulled the sheet over her body and fell asleep.

    1.04 Mira, Jessie, Introduction:

    Jessie awoke at 8:30 in the morning, refreshed and excited. She went to her closet, picked out sheer, pink robe and put on the bed. She then walked into the bathroom and unconsciously followed the ‘suggestions’ that had been planted in her subconscious mind. She removed her genital hair and anointed her curvaceous body with the silky body lotion. She put on the sheer pink robe and sat on the sectional, picked up Sara’s card and called her. Sara had been watching Jessie as she made herself ready and was already on her way to the suite when she got the call on her cell phone.

    Sara smiled at Jessie and whispered,

    “You look beautiful.”

    Sara and Jessie left the suite.

    Mira was in one of the Theater’s Performance suites and was also watching Jessie as she was preparing herself. She smiled as Jessie got carried away with the soft soap and brought herself to a quick orgasm. The audience and online viewers also loved it. She saw Sara leading Jessie toward the elevators that would take them to the Theater level.

    Jessie couldn’t believe the wonderful warmth that was sweeping throughout her body. She visualized a naked woman waiting for her and a need began building between her thighs. At the same time nervousness and apprehensions made her wonder if she was doing the right thing.

    Sara knocked on the door and Mira opened it.

    It was as though time was standing still. Jessie saw a beautiful woman standing in front of her wearing only a light blue, sheer robe which highlighted her curvaceous body. Somewhere within the reaches of her mind, Jessie heard a voice saying,

    “Hi Jessie, my name is Mira.”

    Jessie stammered an apology for staring so intently and Mira asked her to come in. She didn’t know what to say or do, but Mira did.

    Sara left and went to the Control Room.

    Mira said,

    “How about you and I just sit on the sectional and get to know each other.”

    In about five minutes, Mira had put Jessie at ease and the nervousness and apprehensions were fading from her mind. Mira chose her words carefully, words that would work with the consumed conditioning drugs. In a few minutes, the conversation switched to boyfriends and sex. She asked Jessie if she had ever considered a relationship with a woman and Jessie told her about the fantasies at the beach and that was as far as it went.

    Mira switched the conversation to THP and asked her what she thought of suite. Jessie quickly smiled, it is incredible and she loved the large Jacuzzi. She also said that the 72″ HDTV was the largest she had ever seen.

    The Control Operator switched ‘on’ a video to Mira’s HDTV called, ‘Blue Is The Warmest Colour’. It wasn’t the full movie, only selected Lesbian sex scenes. Mira saw Jessie staring intently at the screen and soon, Jessie, either consciously or by some internal guidance, snuggled just a little bit closer to Mira. The soft fabric on their bodies touched ever so lightly.

    Mira saw Jessie as she stared at the HDTV watching the two women kissing deeply as their hands massaged each other’s breasts and nipples. She heard Jessie’s breath quickened and the flush that5 spread across her face.

    Mira thought to herself,

    ‘Jessie honey, your moment has come.’

    Mira turned toward Jessie and laid her right hand on the soft fabric that lay over Jessie’s abdomen, Jessie fidgeted but didn’t pull away. As they continued to watch the lesbian scenes, Mira’s hand began to lightly massage Jessie’s abdomen through the robe. Slowly, the hand worked its way upward to the underside of Jessie’s right breast.

    Mira felt Jessie flinch ever so slightly and she just left her hand in place. In a few seconds, Mira could feel Jessie pushing lightly into her hand. Her hand applied a little bit more pressure and she felt, rather that heard, a small sigh from Jessie. Mira rubbed her hand upward over the soft fabric onto Jessie’s nipple. Jessie pushed her breast a little further into the robe’s fabric and Mira’s fingers began to play with Jessie’s stiffening nipple. The sigh change to a short gasp.

    Mira’s right hand slipped between the robes slightly parted folds. Her warm hand came to rest just below Jessie’s left breast and she saw Jessie close her eyes. The hand moved upward, cupping and lifting the underside of the firm breast. Jessie sighed again as she shifted her breast into Mira’s massaging hand. Mira moved her kneading fingers upward and began caressing and fondling the erect tingling nipple.

    “Ohhhhhhhhhhh .. Mira ..”

    Mira stopped and removed her hand from under Jessie’s robe and said,

    “I want you to close your eyes. I am going to do something that will make you feel even better.”

    Jessie closed her eyes and Mira slowly undid the sash to Jessie’s robe, causing the folds of the robe to part. Mira pushed the left part of the robe away from Jessie’s left breast. Mira leaned over Jessie and lowered her head. Her moist, warm breath bathed Jessie’s nipple just before it descended onto it with a delicious sucking and suckling action.

    Jessie gasped as new and exciting sensations raced across her chest. Her body, for the first time, was responding to the touches of another female and her mind wasn’t sure what to do about it as unexplained ripples of pleasure followed Mira’s lips and hands.

    “Ahh .. Ahh .. Ahh ..”

    Both sides of the robe were now resting by Jessie’s sides. Mira’s eyes roamed over Jessie’s curvaceous nakedness, from her firm breasts down to her hairless labia. Mira’s hand returned to the kneading and massaging of Jessie’s right breast and Jessie moaned again when Mira’s mouth descended onto her excited right nipple. Mira now used both of her hands to knead and massage Jessie’s breasts and her suckling mouth switched between both engorged and tingling nipples. Jessie’s moans got louder and her hands grasped Mira’s head as she pushed her breasts upward into the suckling mouth.

    “Oh Yes .. Oh Yes ..”

    Mira smiled, everything was going perfectly, only one thing remained to be tried. Mira’s right hand left Jessie’s breast and massaged its way downward. Jessie felt the warm hand on her abdomen but her mind was too occupied with what Mira’s wonderful mouth was doing to her nipples, to think about where the hand was going.

    Mira’s fingers reached the top of Jessie’s labia and slowly the kneading finger tips slipped onto Jessie’s clitoral hood and began caressing and manipulating the emerging clitoris. Another surprised gasped was heard at the contact and Jessie’s thighs spread apart.

    “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..”

    Jessie’s mind was telling her that Mira’s exploring hands and mouth had to stop but her body wanted more of the wonderful sensations. The hand and fingers slipped further downward over Jessie’s swelling labia and Jessie’s open thighs quickly closed in an effort to stop the hand from going any further.

    Jessie, in a gasping and quivering voice, said,

    “No .. Mira .. No .. Not down there ..”

    Mira’s hand continued to massage the folds of Jessie’s labia between her closed thighs and her thumb continued to caress the engorged clitoris. Soft cooing and mewing sounds escaped Jessie’s mouth and Mira smiled when she felt Jessie’s thighs slowly spread apart, allowing the exploring hand access to her open sex.

    Jessie heard moans from the HDTV and looked with dazed and stunned eyes as a woman was thrusting three fingers into the other woman’s vagina. Mira didn’t miss the moment and slipped a finger between Jessie’s the moistening folds and began to explore Jessie’s female treasures. Jessie arched her hips against Mira’s exploring hand and gasped loudly, as the fingers nestled into her wet, clasping inner lips. Two fingers slipped inward twisting and turning and Jessie’s mind reeled with new sensations. Her aroused and dazed eyes watched the erotic scene on the HDTV as Mira’s fingers stroked into her excited vagina.

    “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..”

    The last obstacle was removed and Mira knew that Jessie was now ready for her.

    Mira stopped and pulled away.

    Jessie looked at Mira with questioning and pleading eyes.

    Mira smiled and said,

    “There is a better place for this, let’s go to my bedroom.”

    Mira help Jessie stand on her shaky legs.

    As they stood facing each other, Mira pushed Jessie’s robe off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. The scent of Jessie’s arousal drifted up into her face and her breath quickened. Mira undid the sash to her robe and soon it was laying on the floor. She smiled when she saw Jessie’s firm curvaceous body, the erect nipples on her full, firm breasts and her engorged organ of joy that stood out like a beacon at the top of labia.

    Mira snuggled closer to Jessie’s body. Their lips met and Mira ran her tongue along the opening of Jessie’s lips. She felt Jessie’s body begin to tremble, knowing that she was about to be kissed by a woman for the first time. Mira slipped her tongue inward and found the tip of Jessie’s nervous tongue. She played with it for a few seconds and Jessie slowly returned the kiss. Soon their tongues were dancing and playing together. They wrapped their arms around each other and Jessie moaned into Mira’s mouth.

    “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ..”

    While they kissed, Mira reached down and palmed Jessie’s swollen labia, her thumb pressed and swirled the rigid organ in ecstatic circles causing Jessie to break the kiss gasping loudly.

    “Oh God .. Miraaaaa ..”

    Mira removed her hand and kissed Jessie on her forehead and whispered,

    “Come with me Jessie, I will show you that only a woman knows how to make love to another woman.”

    She held Jessie’s hand and led her into the bedroom.

    1.05 Mira, Jessie, First Lesbian Orgasm:

    Mira turned off all the lights except those over the bed and adjusted those so they bathed the bed in a soft warm glow. Finally, she switched on the sound system so soft, romantic, mood music filled the room.

    Mira drew close to Jessie and whispered,

    “Jessie honey, I want you sit down on the edge of the bed and lay back with your feet on the floor.”

    Jessie quickly did so. She shyly kept her thighs and legs close together. Mira put a bottle of oil on the floor.

    She knelt down on the floor in front of Jessie’s bent and closed legs, rubbing her hands softly along Jessie’s inner thighs and heard her sigh as she spread her thighs apart. As her thighs parted, so did the swelling folds of her labia. Mira’s eyes feasted Jessie’s sexual treasures.

    Mira stood up and leaned over Jessie’s body and they smiled at each other. Her hands began massaging Jessie’s face, neck and shoulders. working their way downward to Jessie’s breasts, lifting them with her hands as her fingers played with the stiff rubbery nipples. All the while, Mira planted soft butterfly type kisses along her shoulders and neck. Her fingers slipped deliciously around the nipples, pushing and pressing and then back to kneading of the firm mounds. Jessie closed her eyes savoring the feelings that another woman was giving her.

    Both of Mira’s hands started a massaging action down Jessie’s abdomen toward the apex of her thighs. Jessie knew where they were headed and this time, she panted with anticipation.

    “Uhh .. Uhh .. Uhh ..”

    Mira stopped her hands at but not touching Jessie’s folds. She then started back up toward Jessie’s breasts. She found the eager nipples standing up like bullets and once again started to massage and knead them. Jessie’s engorged clitoris was begging for attention and her swollen labia oozed with her early wetness, making the folds glisten in the light. Her body moved where ever Mira’s hands moved and she cooed and mewed as her arousal heightened.

    Mira repeated the massaging sweeps over and over again. Each time her hands coming closer and closer to touching Jessie’s swollen labia. Her kisses flowed from neck to both shoulders as her fingers slipped and tantalized the engorged nipples. Mira felt Jessie’s breathing become rapid and she smiled as Jessie’s head weaved back and forth as she pushed her breasts into her suckling mouth and kneading hands.

    “Oh .. Mira .. Please ..”

    Mira slipped down over Jessie’s body into a kneeling position in front of her spread thighs.

    “Jessie honey, bring your feet up onto the edge of the bed.”

    Jessie did so, presenting her raised and open sex to Mira’s adorning eyes.

    Mira’s hands reached outward, the left grasped Jessie’s thigh near the hip and the right hand molded itself over Jessie’s labia and began massaging the swollen folds. Mira’s thumb pressed onto Jessie’s engorged clitoris with an ecstatic swirling action and her fingers slipped between the flared folds, nestling into the clasping inner lips. Jessie moaned and ground her sex into Mira’s hand. She leaned inward and her lips replaced her thumb on the straining organ with an ecstatic suckling action.

    Jessie squealed with joy as the mouth and fingers gave her sensations that she had never felt before. She arched upward off the bed and her hands grasped Mira’s head tightly, pulling the devouring mouth further into her enraged sex. Mira’s firm grip on her hip prevented Jessie’s twisting body from breaking the contact.

    While Mira’s lips and tongue suckled Jessie’s clitoris, she nudged two fingers into Jessie’s eager entrance. They ecstatically twisted and turned as they slowly inched into Jessie’s enflamed vaginal passage. Jessie had never felt such sensations of joy. She threw her head back and her hips ground her exploding sex into Mira’s mouth and stroking fingers. Her mind and body were thrown into a sexual frenzy.

    “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..”

    Mira slipped a third finger into Jessie’s clenching vaginal sheath. Her thrusts were deep, then fast, always twisting and turning.

    “Oh God .. Mira .. Something is ..”

    Mira lifted her head from Jessie’s engorged throbbing clitoris and whispered softly and gently,

    “Orgasm for me Jessie…. Orgasm for me now…..”

    She restored her mouth and tongue to the swollen and enflamed folds and begging clitoris. Jessie swung her hips with a sense of urgency as that loving mouth returned and sucked the throbbing organ deep into the warm, moist mouth.

    Jessie’s erect nipples felt as though they were going to explode. Her vaginal muscles clenched around the lunging fingers and her suckled clitoris was sending jolts of joy cascading throughout her body. She felt the long twisting fingers circle around the lining of her vagina as though they was looking for something. Mira’s exploring finger found the rough, bean shaped area of her elusive ‘G’ spot and began to massage and caress the hyper-sensitive tissues causing Jessie’s hips to buck and jerk wildly. Mira’s finger’s, mouth and tongue were pushing Jessie toward her orgasmic edge. Jessie squealed in joy as jolts of ecstasy exploded across her sex. Another finger joined in on the manipulation of her excited sweet spot and her body exploded with its first orgasm.

    “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ..”

    Mira didn’t stop her massaging fingers or the deep suckling of Jessie’s engorged organ of joy. Mira knew she could coax another orgasm from Jessie’s flailing body. She skillfully played the rhythm of Jessie’s orgasmic spasms like a symphony conductor. Suddenly the orgasmic pulses of her clitoris and vagina came in sync and Jessie’s body and mind exploded. Her hands fisted tightly, her toes curled. Her body arched and froze.

    Bright flashes of orgasmic lights flashed across Jessie’s mind and eyes. Her thick vaginal juices gushed outward past the thrusting fingers drenching her thighs, the sheet and the floor.

    Jessie broke out of the orgasmic freeze and her wail echoed around the room.

    “IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ..”

    Jessie slumped down onto the bed, gasping as delicious aftershocks rippled throughout her body. Her lesbian virginity was gone.

    Slowly, Jessie’s aftershocks eased, and a warm glow radiated across her body.

    Mira smiled at Jessie,

    “Let’s relax together in the suite’s large Jacuzzi”

    Jessie smiled and nodded her head.

    1.06 Mira, Jessie, Jacuzzi:

    Mira took Jessie’s hand and led her to the large Jacuzzi.

    Jessie stood as Mira adjusted the water and the nozzles. She then found what she wanted from one of drawers. A large bottle of creamy, satiny bath additives and she smiled at Jessie as she poured a generous amount into the filling tub.

    “This will make our bodies feel smooth and satiny.”

    The Jacuzzi was now full and the jets swirled the water all through the large tub. Mira motioned for Jessie to get in first.

    Jessie sighed as the creamy waters came in contact with her body. Wonderful sensations flowed over her legs, thighs and abdomen and breasts. When she was settled, Mira slipped in behind her, sliding her legs on either of Jessie. As she settled down, Jessie felt Mira’s hard nipples and firm breasts press against her back.

    Mira whispered softly,

    “Nothing is better than a warm Jacuzzi and wonderful companionship.”

    Jessie smiled and leaned back against Mira as a pair of warm silky hands begin caressing her neck and shoulders. She sighed as the slow, sensual manipulation of her neck and shoulders sent relaxing ripples throughout her body. Mira’s skillful caresses soon had Jessie sighing as the relaxing ripples turned into feelings of pleasure.

    “Oh .. Mira .. that feels so good ..”

    Mira started planting delicious suckling kisses across Jessie’s neck and shoulders. Tendrils of arousing warmth spread throughout Jessie’s body, her hardening nipples felt tingly and her labia started to swell. Mira’s hands massaged their way up and down Jessie’s sides. Almost but not quite brushing against the sides of her breasts.

    Jessie moaned, as she felt the tingling in her flared folds begin to intensify. Mira slipped her arms under Jessie’s arms and her hands molded themselves to Jessie’s firm breasts. She massaged and kneaded the firm mounds and her fingers slipped up onto Jessie’s nipples and began to caress and manipulate the erect buds. Jessie was savoring the sensations and was barely aware that Mira’s hands were trekking downward under the warm water until she felt two hands form onto her labia. Jessie gasped loudly when she felt two fingers slipping between her swollen folds and begin to ecstatically explore the silky furrow. Jessie’s juices flowed out and mixed with the swirling waters.

    The expert fingers moved up to her long, thick, organ of joy and Jessie’s hips bucked and jerked at the ecstatic contact. Jessie gasped and panted as her arousal soared.

    “Ahh .. Ahh .. Ahh ..”

    Almost instinctively she pushed her sex down on the Mira’s loving hand. Her whole body was on fire, raging with a hot fierce need that Mira had created in only a few minutes. The silky Jacuzzi water made Mira’s fingers slip ecstatically over Jessie’s throbbing and aching clitoris. Her hips thrashed in the water as she tried to thrust her enflamed sex into Mira’s loving hands. Suddenly Jessie’s body bucked and jerked frantically and she wailed loudly as a quick and surprising orgasm rippled across her loins.

    “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..”

    Mira smiled knowingly.

    Jessie slumped back against Mira, her head rested on Mira’s shoulder.

    Mira whispered in Jessie’s ear,

    “It only gets better.”

    Mira wasn’t thru yet, she felt Jessie should have one more orgasm. She reached around Jessie and pulled both of Jessie’s knees up and back so they were near the outer sides of her breasts. Jessie’s labia was moved upward and it flared open like a flower. The water jets pulsed into and around her still clasping inner lips and throbbing clitoris.

    “Miraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ..”

    Mira placed both hands in either side of Jessie’s labia and began a tantalizing, slow massage. Jessie moaned and panted as her folds swelled and once again her juices flowed and mixed with the swirling waters. The fingers of Mira’s left hand slipped into the parted furrow and again made their way up to her hard organ of joy.

    Mira’s right hand started to circle Jessie’s flared folds. She could feel the oozing warmth of Jessie’s juices flow past her fingers. Jessie’s engorged clitoris pulsed and throbbed as Mira caressed and massaged the sensitive organ. Mira slipped two fingers into Jessie’s eager and waiting vaginal opening. Jessie wailed and her vagina clenched around the twisting, intruders trying to draw them further into her steamy passage.

    “Oh ..God .. Oh God ..”

    Jessie tried to thrust her hips but her position wouldn’t allow it. She arched her breasts outward and gasped and panted as waves of ecstasy flowed all through her body. Mira’s actions on Jessie’s clitoris and vagina increased and she could feel Jessie’s body begin to spasm and undulate. Jessie was being pushed rapidly toward her second orgasm. A third finger nudged into her clasping vagina, followed by a forth. All four began to relentlessly thrust, lunge and twist into Jessie’s seething passage.

    Jessie’s breath was coming in deep gasps and heavy pants, her body shook and trembled. Her orgasm exploded upon her and her hips bucked out of the water. Mira’s hands followed Jessie’s contorting body and continued their relentless assault on her orgasming sex. Jessie’s thick vaginal juices gushed out past her spasming labia and swirled into the water.

    “IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ..”

    Jessie slumped back onto Mira’s soft body and moaned softly as Mira’s wonderful hands let her come down slowly from her orgasmic high As delicious aftershocks rippled across her body.

    Mira whispered,

    “That must have felt real good.”

    Jessie still hadn’t caught her breath.

    She panted softly.

    “Oh God, yes ..”

    They stayed that way for several minutes. Jessie closed her eyes and savored the wonderful feeling of being held in Mira’s loving embrace.

    Mira whispered,

    “Let’s go back to the bed.”

    1.07 Lisa, Aron, Hair Removal:

    Sara awoke shortly after her mother had left. She saw her nakedness as it lay on the sheet and smiled when she thought of her brother. She got off the bed and stood in front of the mirrored wall admiring her youthful body. She saw the patch of hair between her thighs and her mind told her it was time to remove it. She went into the bathroom and walked into the large walk-in shower. She smiled when she saw the bottle of depilatory and liquid soft soap sitting on a corner ledge.

    The viewing audience now had a choice between Jessie and Lisa. Some screens were switched to show both.

    Lisa picked up the depilatory and stepped back out of the flowing waters. She squeezed a liberal portion onto her arms, legs, the junction of thighs and between the cheeks of her buttocks. She squeezed more onto her hands and then began mixing the thick liquid into all the hair that she could find. Lisa wasn’t prepared for the delicious sensations that the liquid was giving her body. The tingling sensations slowly changed into ‘popping’ sensations. It was as if millions of bubbles were forming and exploding across her body. She kept her eyes closed and spread her arms and legs apart so all of her body could experience the wonderful ‘popping’ sensations.

    When the sensations faded, Lisa stepped back into the flowing waters and gasped when saw all the hair on her body being washed away. Within seconds she saw her nuded labia and thighs and she smiled as a sense of excitement filled her mind.

    She stepped back out of the waters, picked up the bottle of liquid soft-soap and squeezed a liberal amount of the silky soap into her hands. She spread and massaged the silkiness over her young breasts and tingling nipples. The slippery hands soon found their way down to her nuded labia and clitoris. She saw her clitoris peeking out if it protective cover and another gasp escaped her mouth as her slick fingers made contact with her hard organ of joy.

    “Oh .. Jesussss ..”

    Her arousing fingers didn’t stop there, her breathing quickened as they slipped between the swelling folds and teased the entrance to her womanhood. A long moan was heard as two fingers slipped past her twitching inner lips and into her vagina, twisting and turning.

    “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..”

    Lisa stood back, gasping and panting,

    ‘No .. Not here, not in the shower.”

    She got the removable shower head and took a deep breath before she started rinsing the silky soap from her body. The pulsing spray soon found its way down to the junction of her thighs and Lisa squealed as her excited clitoris exploded.

    “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ..”

    She smiled sheepishly at herself,

    ‘Just couldn’t resist it could you.’

    She turned off the water and dried her glowing body. A flushed Lisa looked at herself in the mirror and a smile crossed her face when, she couldn’t remember the last time she had a clear view of labia and clitoris. She hunched down a bit and spread her thighs for a better look at her nuded sex.

    Lisa turned off the water and dried herself off. Her mind told her that her brother Aron was waiting for her. With a beating heart she opened the door to his bedroom and walked in. They looked at each other’s nakedness for the first time and their breathing quickened as an unknown attraction seeped into their minds. Aron couldn’t understand the tingling sensations that were seeping into penis as he looked at his sister’s breasts and that compelling region between her thighs.

    Lisa sat down on the bed and each looked at the other’s body. Aron blushed and Lisa watched spellbound as her brother’s penis slowly but steadily grew longer and thicker. It kept growing and a gasp escaped her mouth when her dazed eyes saw her brother’s six and half inch erection angled upward over his abdomen. She remembered her telling her that she was pretty sure that Aron was not masturbating yet and he had only experienced a few morning erections.

    Lisa took his hand and whispered,

    “Come with me into the bathroom and I will remove the hair so you and I can see your penis in all its glory.”

    Aron wasn’t sure what that meant but it sounded good to him.

    By the time Lisa had the warm waters flowing, Aron’s embarrassment had softened and they stepped into the back of the shower, away from the flowing waters. Lisa reached for the bottle of depilatory and knelt down in front of her brother. She pointed the open end of the bottle at the junction of Aron’s thighs and began drenching all the hair that she could find. Her hands lifted his penis and balls, squirting the thick liquid between the spread cheeks of his buttocks. When she finished applying the depilatory, she began working the liquid into his genital hair. Aron closed his eyes as exquisite sensations began building in penis, testicles and anal area. Lisa finished her work and leaned back on her lower legs .. waiting.

    In a few seconds Aron closed his eyes and his body twitched as delicious popping sensations flooded his body. Despite his efforts, his nipples stiffened and his penis slowly stirred. Soon the sensations faded and Aron opened his eyes. He looked at the mirror and saw all the hair between his thighs dissolving. He saw his nuded, half erect penis, and groaned with embarrassment.

    Lisa picked up the shower head and began washing away the depilatory and the remnants of Aron’s hair. He gasped as Lisa targeted his penis and couldn’t suppress a long moan as his penis soared to full erection. He moaned again, this time with disappointment when Lisa finished and removed the shower head. He stood there with a deep flush filling his face while his sister stared at his aroused body.

    “Ohhhhhhh .. Nooooooo ..”

    Lisa looked up into face and whispered,

    “Its OK Aron, your allowed to get hard in front of me.”

    Lisa returned the depilatory to the container and picked up a bottle of liquid soft soap. Aron tried twisting his hips to evade the slick hands and fingers as they spread the liquid silkiness over his body. One hand concentrated on his testicles and his straining hardness, and the other, his inner thighs and between the cheeks of his buttocks. Aron sighed as new sensations flooded into his mind. Lisa’s slick, soapy, right hand reached out and curled around her brother’s hard penis with an exquisite squeezing and gliding action. Aron gasped at the contact and thrust his hardness into Lisa’s hand. Aron knew that ‘something’ was about to happen, something that he had never felt before.

    “Oh .. Oh .. What is happening ..”

    Lisa whispered,

    “Let it happen Aron, its going to make you feel real good ..”

    Lisa felt the tell-tale throbs and jerks of Aron’s erection as he neared the ejaculating point. Aron moaned as his first ejaculation surged up his straining penis. He gasped loudly as his body thrust his straining hardness into his sister’s loving hands. His liquid joy swirled around the highly excited gland then exploded outward, splattering onto Lisa’s face and neck.

    “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ..”

    Aron slumped onto his knees in front of his sister gasping and panting as the sensations continued to ripple across his body. Through dazed eyes he looked down and saw the remnants of his ejaculation gushing and drooling from the from his softening penis, his mind was trying to understand what had just happened.

    He liked it and wanted it to happen again.

    Lisa wrapped her arms around her brother and whispered,

    “Now that had to feel good.”

    Aron looked at her with a sheepish smile on his face and nodded.

    Lisa turned on the main shower head and they held each other close as the warm waters bathed their bodies. When finished, they dried each other off with soft plush towels. Aron closed his eyes as Lisa dried his genitals and sighed as those wonderful tingly sensations returned.

    1.08 Lisa, Aron, Deepthroat:

    They returned to the bedroom room and the naked siblings stood in front of each other. Lisa smiled and looked into her brother’s face,

    “I am going to kiss you Aron.”

    Aron saw her sister’s face coming nearer to his face and his first impulse was to shift his head away but Lisa’s hands gently head it. Their lips touched and Lisa ran her tongue across her brother’s closed lips. Aron felt the tongue slipping inward between his lips and closed his eyes as strange, new sensations flowed into his penis and testicles. The tips of their tongues touched and Aron sighed into Lisa’s mouth as the sensations intensified. She pushed her breasts into his chest and squirmed her abdomen against his. The sigh got louder as Aron was kissed for the first time. As the kiss became deeper and more passionate, Lisa felt a thickness pushing upward between their abdomens. She inched back a bit, allowing her brother’s hardness to slip upward between their bodies.

    Aron broke the kiss gasping and Lisa looked into his dazed and flushed face.

    “Ohhhh .. Lisa .. Its happening again down ‘there’.”

    Lisa whispered,

    “I will take care of those feelings for you.”

    Lisa sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her thighs apart. She saw her brother’s eyes become fixed on her flared sex and his young manhood throbbed in front of her eyes.

    “Come closer to me Aron, stand between my legs.”

    Aron walked toward his sister and snuggled in close between her spread thighs. She reached out with both hands, one hand lifted his heavy testicles, the other wrapped itself, around his engorged member. A gasp escaped Aron’s mouth as her hands massaged his balls and squeezed his pulsing erection.

    Lisa looked up into her brother’s face and saw the highly aroused look in his eyes. Her eyes trailed down his smooth youthful body and came to rest on the thick gland of his manhood which was barely inches from her face. She took both of her brother’s hands and brought them to her breasts and watched as his erection twitched in the air.

    “Go ahead Aron, run your hands over my breasts and nipples.”

    An innocent Aron began massaging and kneading the young mounds. Lisa had to tell him to do it slowly and gently and moaned softly as her brother’s fingers slipped onto her stiffening nipples with delicious swirls and presses. As their arousals soared, her hungry eyes feasted on his twitching member and the preseminal fluid that oozed from its gland. She reached out with a finger, pressing it into the slick opening of his urethra.

    Aron gasped at the unexpected contact and his erection jumped excitedly.

    “Ohhhhhhhhh .. Lisa ..”

    She brought her finger back to her mouth and licked Aron’s precum into her mouth and thought to herself,

    ‘Oh .. I want more of that ..’

    She looked into Aron’s aroused, glazed eyes and whispered,

    “Aron, honey, lean inward and rest your head on my shoulder .. that’s good.”

    She felt her brother’s warm panting breath on her neck.

    Aron knew that something new and wonderful was about to happen to him. Lisa reached out under his leaning body and lifted his heavy balls with both hands. Aron gasped into her neck and his hardness jerked wildly.

    “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..”

    Lisa’s right hand slipped up onto his throbbing member and cradled the thick tube of flesh with the palm of her hand. Her fingers swirled the slick precum over the swollen, glistening crown causing more of his preseminal fluids to drool onto her fingers. Aron looked under his leaning body and saw the agitated head of his penis come nearer and nearer to his sister’s open mouth. He closed his eyes when he felt a warm, moist breath of air wash across his tingling gland.

    He held his breath waiting .. waiting .. and then he felt the most incredible sensation that his young body had ever felt as his excited crown slipped between his sister’s lips and into her warm, suckling mouth. Ecstatic jolts of joy gripped his member as Lisa’s lips, tongue and mouth caressed and suckled on the head of his straining hardness.

    “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..”

    Lisa’s mouth started a slow descent onto Aron’s throbbing erection. She raised up a bit and tilted her head. Aron’s engorged member glided past her lips into her suckling mouth and down into her clenching throat.

    He gurgled with joy as Lisa’s warm throat muscles began kissing and squeezing his excited hardness. With a torturous twisting motion, Lisa lifted her head and Aron’s throbbing erection was slowly pulled outward. When the hyper stimulated gland reached her mouth, she closed her cheeks around it with a forceful suctioning action. Her tongue swirled around the excited head and played with the oozing opening. Aron bucked and squealed as she sucked up his slick precum with her curled tongue as though it was a straw.

    “Lisaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ..”

    Lisa smiled inwardly at Aron’s torment and then skewered her loving throat back onto Aron’s enraged organ. Aron’s hips began bucking and thrashing, his hands left Lisa’s arms and gripped his sister’s head when he felt that ecstatic milking action encase his straining manhood when it again descended into the incredible mouth and throat.

    Lisa knew that Aron’s was on the edge of ejaculating and pulled upward until the head of his hard penis was between her cheeks. Her cheeks began an ecstatic suctioning action that caused Aron to pull her head further onto his raging hardness and buck his hips forward, burying his excited erection in her milking throat.

    Aron was catapulted into a sexual frenzy. He gurgled incoherently as his thick load of semen entered the base of his straining member and shot up his highly agitated erection. The liquid joy swirled around the tingling head and then spewed outward into his sister’s thirsty mouth and throat.

    Aron wailed in orgasmic ecstasy.

    “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ..”

    Lisa feasted on the delicious nectar and quickly pulled Aron outward so only the sensitive gland remained in her mouth. She wanted to taste and swirl Aron’s thick essence in her mouth. As her hands continued massaging his churning balls, Lisa’s mouth coaxed another forceful stream to spew into her deep suckling mouth.

    Aron lifted his head from Lisa’s shoulder and squealed with joy.

    “IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ..”

    Lisa’s cheeks ballooned as her brother’s thick nectar gushed into her mouth. Aron slumped onto Lisa’s arms and shoulders, exhausted and drained. His spurting and softening penis slipped from his sister’s reluctant mouth. Slowly, he came down from his orgasmic high and Lisa looked into his grateful eyes and held him close, wrapping her arms around him. She felt his body tremble and he moaned softly as the aftershocks ebbed from his body.

    They broke the embrace and Aron stood up in front of Lisa.

    Lisa said,

    “Now you know how good that thing’ between your legs can make you feel.”

    Lisa told Aron to stand there while she dashed to the bathroom and returned with a warm, damp wash cloth. She smiled at her brother and hummed a tuned as she washed and cleaned the slippery slickness from balls, thighs and flaccid penis. Her hands manipulated the thick tube of flesh within the soft, plush towel and it quickly stirred as his youthful sexual rejuvenation returned. Soon her hands had his surging penis throbbing in front of her eyes.

    1.09 Lisa, Aron, Sibling Mating:

    Their eyes again feasted on each other’s bodies and Lisa looked in awe as Aron’s penis remained rock solid as it strained between his thighs. It was time for Lisa to teach her brother the sensations of a penis slipping into a tight vaginal passage.

    She put a pillow at the head of the bed and one at the center for her hips and quickly climbed onto the bed, positioning herself on the pillows, her eyes never left the body of her highly aroused brother. She looked down her body and saw Aron at the foot of the bed and held out her arms toward him. He quickly climbed onto the bed and shuffled forward on his knees, moving between her bent and spread legs and leaned over her body. Their lips, mouths and tongues met and they kissed deeply and passionately.

    The instructional ‘suggestions’ came to the surface of his mind. Aron broke the kiss and started to plant light suckling kisses along Lisa’s cheeks, neck and down to her shoulders. His loving lips trekked further down toward Lisa’s right breast. Lisa held her breath as they came nearer and nearer. She felt a warm, moist breath bathe her excited right nipple and then the suckling mouth descended onto it. Aron’s lips and tongue began to caress and manipulate the erect bud and Lisa gasped as she arched her breast into her brother’s devouring mouth.

    “Sooooooo Niceeeeee ..”

    Aron’s caressing lips slipped off of her right breast and suckled its way to her left breast. The massaging and kneading hands switched to her right breast. Lisa’s moans became louder and the contortions of her upper body became more frantic as Aron’s lips and hands paid loving homage to her breasts and erect, bullet-like nipples.

    “Yessss .. Aronnnnnn .. Yessss ..”

    Aron massaged his hands downward and placed them on her inner thighs and slowly, almost teasingly moved inward and formed themselves around the swollen folds. A low guttural moan escaped her lips when the hands started to massage and knead the flared outer folds. His fingers soon became slick with her wetness and he started a delicious exploratory journey up and down the slick, pink crease.

    His mouth left her breast and started to explore its way down her across her abdomen. His suckling mouth neared the top of her labia and Lisa quickly grabbed his head and moaned in expectation. Suddenly Aron’s fingers pushed and swirled onto her rigid clitoris and Lisa screamed in ecstasy. Through the dense fog of arousal, she watched with panting gasps as his head came nearer and nearer to her flared treasures.

    Slowly .. slowly .. slowly, and then ..

    Lisa gasped loudly as his moist hot lips closed over the swollen folds and his tongue slipped ecstatically into the pink recesses of her slick furrow. Aron felt the quivering inner lips caress the tip of his tongue and he began a delicious tracing around the oozing opening.

    For the first time, Lisa was wondering how her brother knew what to do. She knew he had never been with a girl, but yet he was doing everything right, everything perfectly, as if he was being guided.

    With agonizingly slowness, her brother’s tongue slipped upward toward Lisa’s engorged and waiting organ of joy. Her hands tightened their grasp on his head in a futile attempt to speed that wonderful mouth on its way to her clitoris. Her hips arched up and she wailed as the hot, wet, swirling tongue curled around her hard, aching organ of joy.

    “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh .. Goddddddddd ..”

    Her hips ground wildly and soft mewling animal sounds began spewing from her open her mouth. Aron’s lapping tongue slipped back down Lisa’s slick crease and once again played with the clasping opening to her vagina. This time, the exploring tongue nudged inward, bringing a low guttural groan from Lisa, whose soft, warm thighs were opening and closing against the sides of his moving head. Aron could feel his sisters vaginal opening trying to draw his stroking tongue deeper and deeper into it.

    Aron’s suckling mouth reacquired the hard, throbbing organ of joy and at the same time, his fingers slipped past her inner lips with an ecstatic twisting and turning action. Lisa’s hips bucked and ground against Aron’s devouring mouth and thrusting fingers. His probing fingers stumbled onto the bean shaped area of his sister’s elusive ‘G’ spot and began an ecstatic caressing of the excited tissues. Both her hands gripped his head tightly and she threw head back and screeched loudly.

    “Ahhhhhhhh .. ARONNNNNNNN ..”

    Suddenly Aron stopped and leaned back on his lower legs. Through dazed eyes she saw Aron’s glistening erection jerking in the air and her heart raced with anticipation.

    “Oh God! Aron .. It is so beautiful ..”

    Aron looked at Lisa and smiled as he flexed his straining member. Lisa had to explore that magnificent pillar one more time. she lifted herself up from the bed and crawled toward the hard tube of flesh that was beckoning to her. A sharp intake of breath was heard as her hands wrapped themselves around it with soft squeezes and massages. Her vagina and clitoris rippled with expectancy as the massive thickness throbbed in her hands. Her hands dropped down lifting Aron’s swaying balls and her mind reeled when the heavy, soft pouches that lay within her cupping hands.

    Lisa saw the clear liquid oozing over the glistening head of Aron’s erection and was drawn to it like a magnet. Her hands left Aron’s testicles and she renewed her exploration of the straining hardness. The fingers of her right hand slipped onto the slick gland and began swirling the slick precum in delicious circles. She heard Aron moan and his erection jerked in her hands. Lisa leaned inward and her tongue replaced her fingers and Aron moaned again as Lisa adorned the excited head of his erection. Her tongue slipped into the puckering opening and she felt the slick warmness seep onto the tip of her tongue. It was like an aphrodisiac and Lisa began sucking on the head of her brother’s manhood.

    Aron gasped loudly and gently pulled his sister away from his erection and she looked at him with puzzlement in her eyes. Her young brother was learning how to control his rising excitement.

    Lisa settled back down on the bed and adjusted her hips on the pillow. Her breathing quickened and her labia twitched as Aron shuffled forward between her spread thighs. His hands grasped her legs behind the knees and positioned them on the bed beside her breasts and slithered up and over her panting body. He smiled as her enflamed sex was pushed upward and he pressed his engorged hardness between the swollen lips pushing them further apart. Lisa cooed as Aron began an ecstatic sawing motion, up and down, up and down, causing her to twist her sex in a futile attempt to get the thick gland to nestle into her clasping inner lips. Her body and mind screamed for penetration and she reached between their bodies and grasped the hard tube of flesh with her right hand. With a sense of urgency, she guided the slick head so it slid up and down her swollen, wet crease not letting it lose contact with her sex until it was poised at the clenching opening to her womanhood.

    Lisa looked at her brother with pleading eyes,

    “Please .. Aron .. Please.”

    Aron smiled and nestled further between Lisa’s clasping inner lips. Her loins rippled with ecstatic sensations as the head nudged against the entrance to her enflamed vagina and then slowly slipped inward. Her elastic entrance stretched eagerly to accommodate the wonderful thickness and a sharp hiss of joy escaped her mouth as the gland ‘popped’ inward and her vaginal entrance kissed and caressed the slick crown of her Lover. Aron nudged the first inch of his hardness into her seething vagina which eagerly stretched to accommodate the throbbing thickness. Aron pushed further inward and was rewarded with a deeper groan.

    Lisa felt the most incredible stretching of her vagina and a wonderful sense of fullness as three inches of hard, thick joy pushed and stretched its way into her enflamed passage. Lisa wanted more, she begged for more. She gurgled and mewed as Aron sunk into the depths of her sexual being. She gasped as the thick erection kept slipping into her until all six and half inches of her brother’s manhood was nestled deeply within her young womanhood.

    Lisa could feel every fleshy ridge of the massive organ buried within her. Her vaginal muscles expanded and started to clench around the flexing organ. Aron waited a moment, flexed again as another moan of rising pleasure escaped his sister’s open mouth. Aron slowly withdrew, almost all the way out, and then slipped all the way back in. He withdrew again and stopped when Lisa suddenly arched up with a loud gasp, swinging her hips in tight circles and her moans got louder.

    “There .. there .. Oh God .. Aron ..”

    Aron wasn’t sure what Lisa was trying to tell him, but he did know that he was was at that particular point in his sister’s vagina that his fingers had given her so much joy earlier. He adjusted his position so the angle of his erection pointed upward and dragged it back and forth until Lisa again arched up over the bed squealing loudly. Lisa’s mind was filled with an intense wave of ecstatic joy that surged through her highly excited vagina and shot upward, connecting with her rigid organ of joy and then into her excited bullet-like nipples. She wailed as the stroking gland teased and caressed her exploding sweet spot.

    It was incredible. Lisa was overloaded with raw pleasure, and she knew she was rapidly climbing toward her orgasmic trip point. Aron’s strokes continued to enrage her enflamed vagina, sometimes sliding all the way in, filling her completely, once, twice, three times, before pulling back and sparking her sweet spot again. She gasped and groaned, unable to fully catch her breath. Her body was frozen, spread open and lewdly thrust upward, unable or unwilling to move, not wanting the incredible connection to be broken.

    “Oh God .. Yes .. More .. Deeper .. Faster ..”

    Suddenly, Lisa thrust her enraged sex forcefully upward impaling herself completely on her brother’s granite hardness and her legs shot outward in a wide ‘V’ kicking franticly in the air. Her eyes and mouth snapped open as her body ecstatically exploded with her first orgasm. The orgasmic lightning struck inside her ecstatic body and she screamed. Her arms curled around her brother’s neck tightly and her legs locked themselves around his lower back.

    Lisa couldn’t stop convulsing or screeching as her body wide orgasm exploded throughout her sexual being. She was so completely full and her orgasming juices squished and gushed around the hard organ which was giving her so much joy.

    Lisa’s foaming wetness gushed outward past her swollen and clenching folds. Her inner muscles squeezed and milked the pulsing flesh that was deeply embedded within her body. Her rigid, jerking clitoris felt as though it was going to explode. Her whole body shook and trembled as her orgasm seemed to last forever.

    Aron let her rest while his flexing manhood remained buried deeply within in her. Soon, Lisa cooed again as her Lover withdrew and began to stroke into her with gentle, full length thrusts. She felt his huge, heavy testicles push between her spread thighs with each inward thrust as delicious aftershocks continued to flood her satisfied body.

    He lunged inward and Lisa felt incredibly full when the wonderful thickness entered her cervix and pushed against the flowering portal to her womb. She breathed heavily with quick pants in response to the delicious impalement. Aron withdrew so the thick head teased the sucking inner lips and then slithered back into the depths of his sister’s seething passage.

    Lisa once again moaned and gurgled as her body vaulted up the arousal ladder.

    Both of Aron’s hands grasped her thighs and again started a slow, building rhythm as his member stroked steadily in and out of his sister’s frothy, excited vaginal passage and her deep gasping sounds registered her body’s rising levels of ecstasy. She began thrusting and grinding her hips back onto the long, thick organ that was plunging into the depths of her sexual being. For the first time she was hearing her brother’s deep, gasping pants as his strokes took on a sense of urgency. She wanted to return the joy that he was giving her and began clenching her vaginal muscles with exquisite squeezes and massages. Aron gasped as his straining manhood became encased within a deep sucking and milking sheath.

    Lisa now wanted, now needed and now craved for Aron’s thick, jettisoning essence to flood into her enflamed sex. Aron’s deep strokes intensified and Lisa tightened her arms around her brother and skewered her enflamed sex in tight circles. Suddenly Aron plunged inward and his jerking member began to thicken and flex wildly within her milking passage. Lisa felt the most incredible ballooning sensation in her seething vagina as a flood of thick, hot semen spewed from the flexing gland. She thrust her hips forcefully upward and squealed with joy.

    Aron pulled his straining erection outward and then thrust inward again and again as his spasming gland unleashed another forceful, flood of semen. The ecstatic feelings spread throughout Lisa like a series of freight trains, rumbling from her vagina and connecting with her exploding clitoris, up to her breasts, nipples and then flooding into her mind.

    Lisa’s second, climatic orgasm was total and all consuming.

    Her toes curled and her arms again tightened around his neck. Her orgasmic scream drowned out Aron’s deep moans. Bright flashes of orgasmic lights danced across her wide open eyes. Every cell in her body vibrated with ecstasy. His spewing essence went on and on, his hips were grinding his granite-like shaft deep into her frenzied sex, flooding her clenching womanhood again and again with his thick essence.

    Lisa screamed in orgasmic joy.

    Her sensory system went into overload and she lost consciousness for several moments. Her body continued to orgasm as Aron flexed his erection as he continued to ejaculate.

    He leaned over Lisa and waited for her to regain consciousness. She awoke to intense multiple aftershocks and felt his huge member still flexing within her. She wrapped her arms around him and aggressively kissed him as her body spasmed and convulsed. She moaned into his mouth with sexual fulfillment and satisfaction. Aron hunched up his hips and slowly his softening penis slipped out of his sister’s reluctant and stretched vagina with a loud slurping sound Torrents of vaginal juices and ejaculant gushed out of the gaping opening and flowed down her thighs.

    Aron bent down and planted a suckling kiss on each of her erect nipples. His warm hands formed onto the swollen folds of her slick labia and she moaned as she ground her sex against his hands.

    Aron laid his slick penis on Lisa’s abdomen and she reached down and massaged his slick, oozing penis.

    “Let’s have a quick shower, some refreshments and get back here to the bed.”

    Their audience loved what they had just witnessed between the two sixteen year olds. Sara smiled an continued to watched the two large screens showing Jessie and her two Siblings. She knew they would be reunited shortly and would meet with them to discuss more of THP’s room services and the Fitness Room.