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I was really looking forward to spending some time over the spring bank holiday weekend with my old school friend Tricia and her lovely partner Ellen. I hadn’t seen either of them for over a year since the celebration of their civil ceremony in Canterbury and although I had to work right through until five on the Saturday, the three-hour drive down the M40 and M25 was a breeze. There was some minor congestion en route but at eight-fifteen I pulled into the delightful private grounds of Old Vicarage Court.

Tricia and Ellen’s elegant home was in a converted eighteenth century vicarage and the extensive walled grounds had been tastefully developed with natural stone properties perfectly matching the architecture of the original building.

At this time of the year the mature trees and shrubs in full bloom presented a vista of scenic beauty and as I walked down the gravel path towards their front door it slowly opened and Tricia was there to welcome me with a hug and a kiss.

“I saw you walking down the path,” She said, “Come in and make yourself comfortable.”

She ushered me into the lounge and took my overnight bag.

Although she was a couple of years younger than me, we’d been close friends since our school days so conversation was easy and as we sipped the glasses of wine that she’d poured, we reminisced over old times.

“Ellen?” I enquired.

Tricia replied, “She’s at her mother’s at the moment because the poor thing had a fall and has just come out of hospital but I’m expecting her home sometime tomorrow.”

Tricia had prepared a lovely supper of salmon fillets, salad, asparagus and new potatoes, which was just right. Perhaps I should have resisted a second helping of tiramisu but as my mum always used to say, “A little bit of what you fancy does you no harm.”

I told her about how my laptop had been stolen and more or less everything was lost apart from my music tracks that were backed up on my MP3 players. I showed her my camera and asked her if she’d be willing to take some pictures of me so that I could start to re-build my albums.

She happily agreed and as the evening went on we reached the stage where we were both ready for bed. Tricia led me upstairs to the guest bedroom, which was tastefully furnished and decorated in shades of pink and peach with a full depth window that overlooked their private garden.

We kissed on the cheek and she bid me goodnight.

I took off my clothes and slipped naked under the duvet. It was a clear night with an almost full moon that sent its beams streaming through the window softly illuminating the room with a pale silvery light.

I looked at my bedside clock and saw that it was almost midnight, which meant that I’d been in bed for nearly half an hour and hadn’t yet drifted off to sleep so I slid my hand down my tummy and began to stroke the soft folds of my labia. I caressed my clit tenderly and as I became more and more moist I slipped the middle finger of my right hand into my vagina and started to gently pleasure myself with it.

Just then I sensed the bedroom door opening and closing. Çankaya Escort Tricia slipped into bed next to me and said softly, “I couldn’t sleep.”

I replied, “Me neither.”

“I was just lying there masturbating,” She said.

“Me too,” I replied.

Without another word she pressed her warm naked body against mine and as she gently fondled my breast our lips met and we kissed lovingly.

“What about Ellen?” I asked.

She replied, “If she were here Candy she’d be in this bed with us.”

Nothing more was said and we just started to make love to each other.

Tricia was slender and had smaller breasts than me but she had blonde hair like mine and as I ran my hand down her tummy and towards her pussy I felt a tiny patch of hair just above her slit. Her hand was already caressing the soft flesh between my legs, massaging my labia and probing the warm wet tunnel of my vagina.

I was doing the same to her and as our passion became more energetic we threw off the duvet and just revelled in our pleasure. Our writhing naked bodies were bathed in moonlight and we had no need to turn on any other lights in order to see each other.

Tricia then got on top of me so that she could lick my pussy and I could lick hers. I could feel her sucking my soft fleshy lips and the sensation of her tongue flicking the hard button of my clit. As I licked her in the same way I could taste the delicate flavour of her juices as they oozed out of her vagina and into my mouth.

A woman’s loving touch is something unique in sexual pleasure and we were both giving and receiving the same wonderful sensations but, as though it had been rehearsed, we suddenly disconnected and Tricia opened her slender legs so that I could get between them. We gently moved so that our pussies kissed and we started grinding them together rhythmically. “I’ve got a vibrator in my bag,” I whispered.

“We don’t need penetration Candy, we’ve got everything that nature gave us to enjoy our sex,” she softly replied.

That just made me melt and as we pressed our wet pussies together harder and faster I knew that it was only a matter of time before we would reach orgasm. Within a few minutes we were both panting and moaning softly as we both felt we were getting close and then, without warning, Tricia’s body began to twitch violently as the feelings inside her reached a crescendo of pleasure. Almost simultaneously my orgasm hit me like ten thousand volts coursing through my body from head to toe. We carried on thrusting our clits together in the hope of more orgasmic pleasure but it wasn’t to be and gradually we eased down coming slowly to a natural stop.

We were still connected and breathing heavily for several minutes before we reluctantly parted. Tricia recovered the duvet and we snuggled up to each other. We didn’t say anything, we just kissed tenderly and drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

When I awoke the next morning Tricia wasn’t there but I heard noises from the kitchen so I ambled down the stairs.

We greeted each other Keçiören Escort and kissed. Neither of us had bothered to dress and when Tricia offered me some breakfast I just sat at the breakfast bar waiting for her to put some toast and coffee in front of me.

“I’ve had a call from Ellen,” Tricia said, “She’s hoping to be home around lunchtime and has asked if you can hang on so that she can meet up with you again.”

“Sure,” I replied, “I’m looking forward to seeing her too.”

After breakfast we both showered and although she’d dressed in a pair of denim micro shorts and a pale orange top, I stayed in my towelling robe whilst we discussed the photographs.

Tricia is not a professional photographer and I’ve never really done any modelling so this was new territory for both of us. “I’m looking for something tasteful but horny,” I said, “Maybe some unusual angles and I really like black and white.”

“I’ll do my best,” Tricia said, “And it’s such a lovely morning why don’t we go into the garden? It’s totally secluded so you can be as uninhibited as you like.”

“I guess raunchy but artistic is what I want,” I said as I set the camera on the correct mode and we made our way to the garden.

It was all a bit awkward at first but gradually I felt more comfortable with being photographed nude and just did what came naturally hoping that Tricia would capture at least a few good images.

I suppose it took around half an hour and we decided that we’d probably managed to get a nice selection to choose from.

Just as we were walking back towards the house Ellen appeared at the French doors.

We all greeted each other and kissed innocently as Tricia explained why I was naked and we all went inside. Neither of them seemed to mind that I had no clothes on as they casually discussed how Ellen’s mum was recovering after her accident.

It was almost lunchtime now so while Tricia and Ellen started putting a few dishes of cold meats and salads together with some chunks of crusty bread, I went upstairs and slipped on a flimsy summer dress just so that I was decent when we all sat around the table.

I had a quick flick through the pictures that Tricia had taken and they looked pretty good. I complimented her on her photographic skill and she thanked me.

“Maybe you could take some nice horny pictures of us Candy,” Ellen said, “We’ve only got our wedding ‘photo’s haven’t we Trish?”

Tricia agreed with her and I said that it was fine with me.

By the time we’d finished our lunch the weather had taken a turn for the worse and it was now raining so I suggested that we’d be better off in the lounge. The white leather sofa, terracotta rug and striking abstract painting provided a pleasing setting and I started with some nice demure shots of the two them on the sofa.

Ellen was just gorgeous with long red hair and a curvy figure much like mine. She was wearing similar skimpy denim shorts similar to Tricia’s and a pale green strapless top.

When they started kissing each other and removing Etimesgut Escort their clothes it was clear that this was becoming more than just a photo-session. They began to get quite carried away and seemed oblivious to me taking pictures of them licking and fingering each other. They were just having sex right in front of me and It was making me really wet.

Then Tricia looked at me, smiled and said invitingly, “Come on Candy, get undressed and join us.”

That was the end of the photo-session and the beginning of a wonderful threesome.

I pulled my dress over my head and joined them on the sofa but Ellen said, “Let’s carry this on upstairs,” and she led us up to the main bedroom, which was beautifully furnished with a super king-size bed dominating the room.

We all crawled onto the bed but it was difficult to know where to start because we were all so hot for each other. Tricia lay on her back and opened her legs. Ellen immediately buried her face into her groin and I was presented with Ellen’s perfect rear and the sight of her succulent pussy. I tentatively licked the soft flesh of her genitals and when there was no objection I buried my tongue deep into her warm wet vagina enjoying the taste of her delicious juices for the first time.

Tricia was groaning softly as Ellen licked her from anus to clit and I really wanted one of them to use a tongue on me so I moved around and sat astride Tricia’s face and lowered myself down until I felt my labia being sucked and licked.

Somehow we tumbled onto our sides and were in a kind of triangle where Tricia was licking me, Ellen was licking Tricia and I was licking Ellen. We didn’t say anything but we’d found the perfect way to share each other and by using our fingers and tongues we knew that we could bring each other to orgasm in this position.

It was so sensual and the only sound was of three young women slurping and groaning as we savoured each other’s delicate flavours.

Ellen was the first to cum. I wasn’t doing anything special but she just suddenly jolted and her whole body shuddered as her orgasm engulfed her. She hadn’t even finished trembling before the lovely Tricia squealed and twitched as she reached a satisfying climax too. Then, just as I was beginning to think it wasn’t going to happen for me, Tricia’s tongue gave my tender clit the last two or three licks it needed to send me into orgasmic heaven. My whole body quivered as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through me and let my warm juices drizzle over Tricia’s tongue like liquid honey.

Gradually we all just stopped pleasuring each other and our sex came to a natural conclusion then, we all started giggling like naughty schoolgirls. After a few minutes I found myself lying between my friends as they snuggled up against me.

“Who needs men?” Ellen mused.

It was a rhetorical question but after the wonderful sex we’d just had, perhaps she had a point. The whole encounter hadn’t lasted more than twenty minutes but it didn’t need to.

We kissed and cuddled for a bit longer but I had a long drive ahead of me so it wasn’t long before I was dressed, packed and ready to leave for home. We exchanged innocent kisses and they wished me a safe journey home.

We promised each other that we would get together again soon and my last vision of my two gorgeous friends as I walked up the path to my car was of them standing naked on their doorstep and waving goodbye to me.

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By the time Betty Ann Collins arrived around 10:00, things had gotten well and truly out of hand. She saw her niece, Sally — until recently the shyest and most innocent of girls — kneeling behind Marie, alternately spanking Marie’s ass and lapping at her pussy. Someone was squirming underneath Sally, her head trapped between the girl’s thighs; judging from the pubic hair, it was most likely Jane. J.J., having secured a strap-on, was plowing into Kelly Ann from behind as Kelly licked Jessica.

On the couch, Janice lay on her back with one blonde sitting on her face and another riding the phallus extending from between her legs. It took Betty a moment to figure out which one was Kat and which one was Samantha. Mother and daughter were politely facing opposite directions, maintaining some sort of plausible deniability.

Shaking her head, feeling a little ashamed but already irresistibly drawn, Betty Ann stripped off her clothes and waded into the action.

* * *

Sunday morning Sally Ann and J.J. both left with their families to return home. As Kelly gave her cousin a long, loving goodbye hug, she wondered how Sally’s life was going to be changed by what had happened that weekend; she hoped it would be for the better.

Kat and J.J likewise shared a very warm embrace. “Thanks, cuz,” said J.J. “It was a blast.” Kat felt like she had gained her cousin’s respect; even J.J., worldly as she was, had never experienced anything quite like the scene at Jessica’s.

In the afternoon, Kelly and Kat got together and went to have their nails done. Çankaya Escort Leaving the salon just as they arrived was Ms. Valentine, their English teacher. They only exchanged a few words, as Ms. V. said she was late to meet her boyfriend, but both Kat and Kelly later remarked how different the teacher looked from the way they usually saw her. Her brown hair was down instead of up, and she was wearing a low-cut dress that showed off her lovely legs, in contrast to the conservative clothes she usually wore in school. With nothing much else to do, they immediately began to conspire.

* * *

Monday it was back to school. After five days off cheerleading practice was particularly ragged that day; Jackie London made everyone stay late and there was much grumbling in the ranks. Afterwards everyone dressed and left quickly except Lexi and Adriana.

It was not unusual for Lexi to hang around after practice; she was in no hurry to get home to her empty house, and it was a known fact among the cheerleaders that if you were looking for someone to play with after school, Lexi was your best bet. Today Lexi was unusually horny, having spent the whole long weekend with her dad. She loved him and all, but she was very ready for some girl time.

Ana, meanwhile, had been cooped up all weekend with her extended family, sleeping three to a room with no privacy. When Lexi invited Ana back to her house, Ana readily accepted. Once inside they went straight to Lexi’s room, where they started kissing and Keçiören Escort pawing at each other. Soon clothes started coming off and both girls were breathing hard and getting wet.

Ana stretched out on the bed and Lexi started working her way down the black girl’s body, noticing that Ana’s nipples were standing up remarkably tall, like two little trees reaching for the sky. After savoring them both she moved on, running a trail of saliva down Ana’s belly. Ana’s pubic hair hadn’t been trimmed for awhile and Lexi kissed down through the stubble before parting her legs and licking up and down her thighs.

When Lexi’s tongue touched Ana’s pussy Ana groaned and gripped the headboard with both hands. Eyes closed, blissed out from the sexual contact after days of going without, and still a little groggy from jet lag, Ana was slow to react when Lexi seized one of her wrists and tied it to the bedpost. She blinked her eyes a few times, not quite focusing, as Lexi lashed the other wrist to the other post with a belt.

After tying Ana’s ankles as well, Lexi stood back and surveyed her handiwork. When she’d tied up Jackie London a few days earlier, it had been completely an impulse, something that had popped into her head when she woke up in the morning; she had been surprised what a thrill she’d gotten out of it. Turned out she liked being in charge, maybe as much as being dominated. She wasn’t sure; further experimentation was necessary.

Climbing up onto the bed, Lexi straddled Ana and Etimesgut Escort pushed her pussy into Ana’s face. Ana started to lap away obediently, surprised but not unhappy to be treated this way by Lexi, formerly the most timid of the cheerleaders. After a couple of minutes Lexi flipped around so they could 69. Ana came first, then Lexi, than Ana again, and then Lexi, after which she rolled off and took a minute to catch her breath.

Feeling relaxed and satisfied, Lexi freed Ana from her bonds. But Ana was far from finished; the second she was untied, she was on Lexi quick as a cat. Ana was bigger and stronger and was able to easily subdue Lexi and tie her wrists (not that Lexi struggled all that hard). Deciding to up the ante a little, Ana bent Lexi’s legs back over her head and tied them to the bedposts as well, leaving her in a very awkward and exposed position.

Ana took a moment to enjoy the sight of the splayed-open blonde, then left the room and made her way downstairs to the kitchen. After rummaging around for a minute — glancing back several times at the front door, suddenly paranoid that Lexi’s dad would return home unexpectedly — Ana found just what she was looking for: a nice, firm squash about eight inches long and three inches around.

Back in Lexi’s room, Ana closed and locked the door behind her, grinning wolfishly at her helpless, spread-eagled victim. After pushing the vegetable into Lexi’s mouth to give her a sense of its size, Ana spread Lexi’s pussy lips and eased the tip in. Lexi let out one of the uninhibited screams for which she was becoming famous, and Ana quickly penetrated her the rest of the way. There was no sense in holding back now; Ana gave Lexi a good, hard fucking and Lexi howled like an animal. If Lexi’s dad came home now, he would probably think his daughter was being murdered; but they would have to cross that bridge if and when they came to it.

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***Have you ever wondered about those guys that run your favorite porn site? How did they get started? It all starts with a good plan***

I should start out by telling you a little bit about myself. I am your average, everyday guy, who up until a year ago had a Nine to Five job in a large company. I had been at the company for almost ten years and had not even seen it coming. I came into work one morning to find the locks changed on my office, and a termination notice taped to the door. I look back on it now and realize how surreal it was. The day actually happened to be my ten-year anniversary, but instead of a gold watch, I got a pink slip.

To say that I was bummed out would have been an understatement, but luckily that depression soon changed to anger. Who the fuck did they think they were? Did they think they could just dump me like a bag of garbage and get away with it? I must tell you that I was so pissed off that I was seeing red, and do you know what I did about it? Nothing. That’s right, I didn’t do a thing. I’m not a crazy former employee with visions of mutilated executives dancing in my head. I’m just that average guy who just got fucked over by the system we’ve come to loathe.

I won’t go into any more about what happened. Let’s just say it was a very unhappy time for me. I did all of the things I could in order to minimize the damage. I cut down on my living expenses, sold a few useless items that were lying around my condo and filed for unemployment benefits. Now of course I was also looking for a job, I was not too enthused about a market that wasn’t enthused about me.

It was within those months of unemployed limbo that I found out just how faithful my girlfriend was. Beth and I had planned on getting married, which I thought meant that we were somewhat committed to each other. Boy was I wrong. I wasn’t out of work for two months when she dumped me on my ass. It probably had something to do with me suggesting that she cut down on all of the lavish wedding plans that I would be paying for. Did I really need to pay almost two thousand dollars for white doves? She thought so, but I didn’t. Either way, it worked out for the best. After canceling all of the wedding plans, I received a nice amount in refunds on what I had already paid. Of course I lost some of the money in service charges, which is something I will never understand. How the fuck should you get anything, you didn’t actually provide a service?

Anyway, I was surfing the Internet for porn one day and came across a website that I found quite tasty. The girls were cute, but natural and I quickly downloaded everything I could before the Webmaster found me using a hacked password. Needless to say, I leeched the site pretty quickly. It was while I was watching a young hottie wrestle with some monster cock that I had an epiphany. I saw the answer to all of my problems between the cuties greasy cunt flaps. If these guys could do this then why couldn’t I? I decided right there that I was going to make porn.

I wanted to do things right. I compiled a profitability study, created a business model and researched my targeted audience. The task was difficult but well worth it. After a lot of sweating and drinking, I managed to finish everything in just under an hour. I scoured the web and found a few modeling agencies that handled adult models. I called a few, and their prices almost derailed my train. I sat back and drank a glass of iced tea, since I think better that way. Of course I kept cruising the Internet for porn while I was thinking, and of course it helped me come up with a new plan.

I came across a few reality sites and decided that was the course of action that I would take. After all, one must be flexible in the business world. After a few more teas, and a few more hours of porn, I was ready.

My first stop was the local hardware store, where I picked up enough lighting equipment to handle anywhere I wanted to shoot. The next stop was the local rental shop. I had never used such a place before, but knew it would be better to rent the cameras than buy them. I wanted to reduce how much money I would be out if my little plan failed. I’ve seen enough pictures and behind the scenes vignettes in movies to know that I needed a few items to spice up my condo. I stopped at a fabric store and picked up a few yards of colored fabric, as well as white to help alter the décor if needed. I finally stopped at a sex shop to pick up a few toys, and this stop was the most expensive. There were too many cool gadgets to choose from, so I bought as many as possible.

I set up everything I needed at the condo and headed out to find some talent. I will admit that the first evening was pretty rough. There really is no set way how to ask a gal if she wants to get naked and fuck. I started off by hitting the bars, but a few drinks were the only things I was picking up. The lure of easy money didn’t mean anything to these gals. It was apparent that most of them Demetevler Escort were more interested in getting their hooks into a guy who would be a full time sucker. Hello Beth! Are you reading this? Bitch.

So, I was just about ready to give up when I spotted this girl in the corner of the bar. She was dressed casually, but not expensive like the other barflies. Her jeans didn’t have a designer label and her hair didn’t look like she had it done at a salon. Further inspection showed that her nails were unpainted and uneven, further lending proof that she was different than the rest of the crowd. She was staring out of the window while drinking a beer as I approached the table.

“Hi, I’m Jim. Can I join you?” I asked her. Looking back, I realize that it was my honest approach that hooked her. I was tired of searching and wasn’t in the mood for playing games.

“Sure.” She said. Her voice was pleasant and genuine. She introduced herself as Taylor and somehow the name fit. I was about ready to launch into my routine when she stopped me.

“Are you some guy looking for a one night stand, or are you trying to find a girl to star in our latest production?” She asked bluntly between sips of her beer.

Fuck. This looked like it was going to turn into another dead end. I hoped I could still return the sex toys. After all, I had made sure to keep them sealed in the packages. I shrugged and laughed at how screwed up this had turned out. Maybe I should have spent two hours in planning.

“It’s not my latest feature but my first, and from the looks of things it will be my last.” I said honestly.

I was prepared for the brush off that I had received all night, but Taylor began to laugh. “Your in the wrong neighborhood if your searching for a girl looking to make a quick buck. Most of these corporate bitches only fuck a guy to get him on the hook or to keep him on it.” She said.

I was put at ease by her manner, but I was still unsure whether I had found my girl. Taylor was an average brunette, but I could definitely see fucking her until her box ached. Her tits were about the size of large oranges, and had enough sag to prove that they were the real deal.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but have you ever done any model work?” I asked. I was digging her, but I wasn’t going to spend the rest of the night trying to get her.

It turned out that Taylor had done a few pictures and videos before, but nothing that had seen the light of day. They had all been done with a few former boyfriends, who she said lacked enough motivation to do anything with the material. There was also the fact that her past lovers had been far from good at photography. Most of what they did was blurry and out of focus. With this knowledge, I got down to business.

“I’m looking for a girl to shoot a couple of scenes. No real stories, just a bit of solo sex with toys and some posing. I’m just starting out, so the fee is not that big, but I can work something out to give you money after the website is up.” I told her. I wanted to lay the whole package on the table.

Taylor mulled over what I said before answering. “What kind of toys, and how much up front?” she asked.

This was the farthest I had gotten all night, and I was getting stoked. “I can pay three hundred up front. I bought a variety of toys, so you can choose which ones you want to use.” I explained.

“What about contact? What are you expecting?”

I hadn’t really thought about it before. I had always assumed that I would get a shot at the girls I was filming, but now that I realized how that could affect the financial side of things.

“That’s totally up to you.” I said with my hands out in front of me. I must have looked pretty comical, because Taylor started to laugh again.

“We’ll see how I feel about things once we get going. You’ve been pretty honest with me.” She said. “Where do you want to do this?”

I explained that I had a condo not too far away and had set it up for the shoot. I didn’t know whether she needed a chance to go home, so I wrote my address and telephone number on a napkin. She took it and called a friend on her cell phone. She told whomever it was where she was going and that she would be home late. It turned out to be her roommate, and I was glad because I really didn’t want to be on some jealous husbands hit list.

Taylor was chatty as we drove to my place, and I learned quite a bit about her. She was a senior in college, and had been so for the past four years. She did temp work to pay the bills and was up front in explaining that the extra money from my video-shoot would come in handy.

“It seems like we can really help each other out. I lost my job and my fiancée all in one month, and this website is my shot at creating my own business. I’ll pay you five hundred dollars for tonight, and ten percent from the profit of the video for a year.” I offered. The Otele gelen escort amount of money was much lower than what I would have paid an agency, but I did think that the money from the sales could make up for that. Taylor turned out to be better at sorting things out than I was.

“That’s not bad, but I think we will need to have more material than just tonight in order to produce a tape that people will want. We’ll definitely need more footage in order for you to start a website.” She explained. I was quickly seeing the potholes in my plan. This was once again turning into something more difficult than I had planned.

“Why don’t we shoot enough material for two videos? We’ll need at least four hours of video. We can also supplement the site with pictures. If we start the site with the pictures, and a few video clips, you can update it twice a week and still have enough material to allow you time to get other models.” She explained. Taylor amazed me. It was my idea, but she had quickly and professionally laid out a blueprint for my business.

“Of course, I’ll need one thousand up front instead of five hundred. We can keep the back end just as it is.” She added nonchalantly.

This girl knew her stuff. After a pitch like that, there was no way that I could turn her down. One thousand dollars up front was still better than what I would have to pay an agency, and her counsel was priceless. We had agreed to the terms of the deal by the time we reached the condo, and I was once again excited about the project.

I have to admit that I was thrilled to be getting the project started, but I was also excited to see what Taylor had to offer. Business is business as the saying goes, but I’m still a guy. Taylor had become more attractive as we talked, and I was beginning to believe that there might be something to this philosophy I had heard about women. A friend once told me that a woman with a great personality was more attractive than a pretty woman with a bitch complex. It seemed to be proving true with Taylor. I wished I had come to the realization a few years ago. Are you still here Beth?

I fixed a pitcher of Iced Tea and arranged the lights while Taylor worked on her make up in the bathroom. I didn’t want to shoot the usual bedroom scene, and opted instead for filming in the living room. I had nice leather couch that was perfect. I drew the curtains to block out the streetlights and set the toys I had purchased on an end table.

“Okay, where do you want me to be?” Taylor asked as she came from the bathroom.

“Let’s start out with you sitting on the couch.” I replied. I was in the process of setting up the cameras, and didn’t even look up at her. I didn’t get a look at her until I tested the focus on one of the cameras. To say that I was pleasantly surprised would be an understatement. Taylor was sitting on the couch with her legs drawn beneath her and an award-winning smile on her face. My earlier assessment had been right on target. Her skin was pale, and her perfect-sized breasts were capped with large, bright pink nipples. As happy as I was with the situation, the twitching of my cock proved that it was even more so.

“Wow, you look great.” I said as I finished aligning the other cameras. I was shooting with five cameras, and I didn’t find one bad angle. I have to admit that my website was the furthest thing from my mind. I was hoping, or better yet, praying that I would get to do more than film her.

“I put the toys on the table, so you can decide which ones you want to use.” I told her. I tried not to stare as she hopped off of the sofa and rummaged through the things I had bought. She picked a few items and put them aside, but kept looking as if expecting something else.

“Did you get any lube?” she asked. I cringed. I had not thought about lubrication. Don’t all the women in the porn industry getting wet as a river when their ready to shoot? I’m not an idiot, just forgetful. My mind quickly ran through the options. I knew I had cooking oil and butter in the kitchen, but I didn’t think that Taylor would appreciate it. Luckily, I remembered the time that Beth had given me permission to try and fuck her in the ass. It was a disaster to say the least, but I had bought a tube of KY-Jelly for the occasion. I went to the bathroom and searched the medicine cabinet. I came back to the room, brandishing the tube in triumphant glory.

“I hope this will do.” I said as I handed her the tube.

“This is fine, but we’ll need a cup of warm water as well. This stuff dries up quickly and the water will help dilute it. I think we’ll also need a few hand towels for clean up.” Taylor instructed. I retrieved a cup of water from the kitchen and the towels from the linen closet as she opened her toys of choice. Taylor repositioned herself on the sofa and we were ready to begin. “I was thinking that this would be a masturbation scene. I’ll start Balgat Escort out sitting and after a while, I’ll change positions. I’ll give you time between each position f you want to adjust the cameras.” She said. Hey, it all made since to me.

I wasn’t having a problem with things, but she stopped and let out a deep breath. “I’m sorry if I’m being bossy. This is your shoot.” She said, apologizing.

“Hey, you’re helping me out here. Don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t have thought of half of the things you’ve told me.” I told her.

Taylor’s smile returned. “Okay, but let me know what you want me to do while I’m playing. It really gets me going when someone tells me what to do.” She said.

I agreed, and switch on the cameras. Taylor started off by lubing her pussy. She made a long show of opening the tube, and lining one of her fingers with the slippery grease. I was so involved with watching her that I almost forgot to grab the digital camera. Luckily, I was in time to get a few close shots of her spreading the lube between her lips. She slowly rubbed the cream into her slit and her lips gradually spread like a flower. Taylor eventually began working her finger deeper, and I found myself holding my breath as she delved further into that pink treasure.

I had never seen a pussy as pink or as smooth as that. Wait a minute. Did I forget to mention that she was clean-shaven? Her pussy was free of any hair, which only helped to magnify its bright color. I was glad that I hadn’t skimped on the equipment, and had purchased as much memory for the cameras that I could. I quickly filled an entire card as I watched her worked her pussy open.

Taylor smiled the entire time stretched herself open. She was eventually sliding three fingers into her slit all the way up to her knuckles. At one point, she pulled her fingers out and I could have shot my load. Her cunt splayed open like a pink flower, and I could see deep into her chute. I snapped picture after picture while she spoke for the camera and I.

“Look at how wet my pussy is. Do you like open it is? Don’t you want to slide your stiff cock deep inside? Don’t you want to fuck me?” she crooned.

“Hell yeah.” I said in a whisper and without thinking. Taylor broke into a fit of giggles.

“If everyone responds to this video like you, then I think we’ll make a lot of money.” She said.

I smiled to try and hide my embarrassment. It wasn’t like this kind of thing was an everyday occurrence for me. I have had my share of women, but I have never seen such an intimate view so soon after meeting them. Taylor waited for me to take a few more pictures and take some close up video before reaching for the toys. The first thing she selected was a clear glass dildo. My eye had been immediately attracted to it in the store. It had a small but powerful light inside that not only made the shaft glow, but also beamed out of the thick head like a flashlight. I got back to work as she turned on the light. She ran her hand up and down the smooth shaft and then slowly licked the head.

The light from the dildo lit up her face and highlighted her tongue as it swiped across the surface. At that time, I had never wanted to be an inanimate object as much as I wanted to be that dildo. I didn’t care about having light shooting out of my head, but to be licked by that tongue would be heaven. I was having a hell of a time trying to hold everything together. I really didn’t care about the guys who would be watching the video. This girl was driving me crazy like no other ever had. No Beth, not even you.

I was almost relieved when she stopped licking the glass. She slid it slowly past her breasts and down her stomach, finally coming to rest against her clit. A second cameraman would have come in handy, but I was lucky that she was taking things slowly. I shuffled back and forth between the still and the video camera trying to get everything. Taylor toyed with her clit for a while, and gave me time for some excellent shots. These shots were priceless, and I was already getting a thought on how to use them.

“So what do you want me to do next?” Taylor asked, and the question caught me off guard.

“I guess…whatever you want.” I replied. I was so wrapped up in what was going on that I had no clue what to do.

Taylor kept toying with her clit, but didn’t do anything else. “I think I’ve made enough of the decisions until now. It’s your turn.” She said with that sweet smile.

It had come to my attention that instead of just having the cameras filming from different angles, I could set them to be zoomed in on different zones of her body. I was hurriedly making the adjustments as I tried to decide what she should do.

“Why don’t you slide the dildo inside?” I finally decided.

“I could.” she said as she started rubbing the head between her slick lips.

“Do you want me to push this into my cunt? Do you want to see me pussy swallow the whole thing?” She asked, and I could tell from her tone that she was getting excited.

“Yeah. Play with your hole first, I want to see inside that sweet pussy.” I told her. I was so glad that I had figured out a solution for the cameras, as it gave me more time to concentrate on Taylor. I moved as close as I could without coming into view of the cameras and knelt with the digital camera.

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I awoke in darkness. Disorientated, I fumbled for the bedside light, but found a nose that didn’t belong to me instead. A hand caught my wandering hand; slim fingers intertwined with mine and guided me lower, lips parted, and my pair of my fingers began to be gently licked and nursed by someone. I relaxed as she as she pressed herself against my flank with a breathy groan, and two stiff nipples dug into my side.

Somewhere between waking, and the diamond hard nipples in my side, I decided to let go and just let things happen. I smiled and turned towards her, my hand cupping the back of her head as I gently but firmly withdrew my fingers and brought her to my lips. The kiss was…different. While the language of love was universal, perhaps this was a dialect?

Sightless, I explored with my lips and fingers, gently stroking her back and spine as I kissed around her lips, ran a light tongue to her chin and kissed that, ran a line of soft pecks along her jaw line, played with her earlobe with her tongue, tracing the curve of her cheek with my tongue, kissing the tip of her nose, the bridge of her nose, and forehead playfully. My fingers lightly circled the base of her spine as she grabbed my head and kissed me passionately, our tongues dueling furiously as her hand hesitantly explored me, tracing the edge of my shoulder blade lightly. I chuckled her soft fingers unwittingly tickled me before I headed for her other ear, nibbling on it gently, tracing the whorls with a gentle tongue.

She laughed into my ear as I found a ticklish spot on her ribs, and she pushed me away playfully. I captured her hand and kissed the pads of her fingers as her other hands ran lightly over my chest. I traced Eryaman Escort the lines on her palm slowly, kissing the web between thumb and first finger before I drew her back to me slowly, kissing and licking down the inside of her arm and over the shoulder joint. She ached back and moaned quietly, I grinned and surfed down her pectoral and around the edge of her breast, licking the underside as my hands splayed out across the small of her back and slid upwards until they cupped her shoulder blades.

She moaned as I traced a figure eight around her breasts, and her hands leapt to my head, snarling in my hair as she tried to pull me closer to her flaming hot nipples, but I resisted, and instead started circling one breast in a decaying orbit, sliding slowly closer and closer towards the center. The last three lazy orbits on her areole nearly caused her to pull my hair out as she tried to force my mouth closer, but she groaned in satisfaction as my tongue circled her nipple, and I gave it soft flick of my tongue before I repeated the performance on the other breast as she groaned with frustration.

When I was done with her other nipple, I raised up and kissed her again, her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, and her lips again before I slid down her neck, feeling her heartbeat throb against my lips and tongue, down between her breasts, down her abdomen, with a stop at her belly button for a teasing exploration of her abdominal muscles, tracing the bulge of her stomach where it flattened into her pelvis, my hands gently stroking her flanks from thigh to breast.

My tongue swatted through her pubic hair, heading downward, she Sincan Escort sighed approvingly, her hands stroking my hair, but her sigh turned to a groan as I hung a left turn a few inches from her clitoris, circling warily around her steaming sex, to fetch up on the inside of her thigh. Her hands tried to tug me upwards, and I allowed myself to be led, and lazily licked her from her perineum, across her lip to just barely to her clitoris, instead blowing gently over it before extending my tongue again and running it across her sex, and down the other lip, retreating down the inside her thigh as she groaned and complained softly in Japanese. I chuckled into her thigh, kissing her just above her knee in apology before running my tongue to the inside of her knee, my hands shifting lower, to massage her foot and toes, before slowly heading upwards again, stopping once to give her fiery swollen sex a long, loving lick, before heading down the other leg.

Her tugs became more insistent the lower I went, and after an abbreviated exploration of her other knee and thigh, I allowed myself to be pulled upwards into an almost violent kiss, as she tried to suck the breath from my lungs. My hands tangled in her hair and massaged her scalp gently in small circles as her arms wrapping around me, passionately pressing herself against me, one hand on the back of my neck, the other rubbing my back from butt to neck and everything in-between as her groin ground insistently against my aching erection.

I tried to move again, but her hand tightened on my neck, her fingernails digging in lightly as she growled warningly at me between kisses, and gentle Etlik Escort nips at the side of my neck below my jaw. Laughter rumbled in my chest as she assertively rolled me over onto my back, still embraced tightly. She relented a little, and I felt her warm breath flow over my chin as she lifted up, aligning herself precisely before slowly impaling herself.

Her lustful moan mingled with mine, and brought a swell of warm humid air across my face as her hands tightened possessively. My hand slid upward to gently cup the side of her face, my thumb rubbing her cheek softly. She murmured quietly and pressed her face against my palm warmly as her hand, rising up slowly. As she reached her apex, I whispered to her in the handful of Japanese I knew as she kissed my palm, “Boku wa…” I paused, unable to think of the right way to say it, before blurting, “I love you. Watashi wa ai.”

She moaned into my palm and kissed her way down my arm, until her face was buried in the crook of my neck, licking and sucking quietly, her arms around me tightly, her breath washing over my neck. Time stopped having any meaning as we made love slowly, tenderly, speaking to each other affectionately not through English or Japanese, but instead through our lips, tongue, fingers, and our sex; our hips moving slowly in tune with each other, my hands alternating between lovingly stroking her sweaty skin and simply holding her closely as she squeezed me possessively.

When we did orgasm, it wasn’t a short, sharp explosion that threatened to rend the fabric of space and time like I was used to, but instead welled up from deep inside, spiraling upward with an intensity that shook me to my core. My breath whooshed out as she gripped me tighter still, whimpering quietly in my ear as she trembled as our orgasm went on and on, our movements becoming jerky we climbed higher, soaring upwards until I could see a glittering in the darkness, like millions of diamonds on velvet. And for one perfect moment, I touched nirvana before falling into darkness.

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Rachel’s Story – Part 1

Hi, it’s me, Rachel Jones. You already know a lot of my story – I was in “Ugly Duckling,” (it was about me), and in Free Birds, parts 1 and 2, so there isn’t a lot to tell you, with a couple of exceptions.

In case you forgot, Kira Sterling and I are students and roommates at Pacific Western Christian University, in Fresno, California. Oh, and lovers, too. Believe it or not, there’s a problem with that, and I’ll explain it later. Kira and I have made love nearly every night, since about two months into the semester, when she seduced me (though I was more than willing), and inflicted her cute little cheerleader body on me every chance she got. She was a bi sophomore, and I was a virginal, naive freshman. Well, virginal in that I had never fucked, or been fucked by, another girl. I had grown up masturbating constantly over the thought of other girls naked, so it’s not like I had been resistant to the idea of this beautiful college girl teasing, licking and filling my every hole. And I mean, every hole. So, we fucked constantly.

Typically Kira, with her long blonde hair down around her shoulders, would start it by crawling into our shared bed with me, her warm, soft, oh so fragrant body slipping under the sheets, and whether I was asleep or not, she’d kiss me lovingly, her soft, full pink lips pressing insistently against mine, her need expressed in every touch. Her tongue would venture shyly into my mouth, sharing our fluids, a precursor to other fluids that we’d share later in our lovemaking, a thought that never failed to excite me, ironically making me produce even more liquid. Her pink little tongue would tease me, dancing with my own, the excitement expressed in my own tongue’s responses echoed by the stiffening in my clitoris, which would begin swelling and peeking out from under its sheath above my pussy.

As Kira teased me further along, slowly building me to an eventual orgasm, our bodies would unite first at our lips, then we’d slowly join our bodies together, my soft hands touching her firm, smooth hands, our slim fingers interlacing as urgency overtook us. I could tell how excited Kira was by how hard she’d squeeze my fingers. When her grip absolutely hurt, I knew I was in for a full night of fucking, and I so looked forward to her hurting me, at least in that way! Her long polished fingernails digging into my skin I came to associate with the naughtiest orgasms she would give me.

Soon, my erect brown nipples would be kissing her hard, pink ones, then my small breasts nestling against, then eagerly embraced by, her full breasts, the sensation of warm, loving feminine mammary flesh pressing against my own often bringing me to small, preliminary cums, a warm flush spreading through my breasts along with strong tingles emanating from my pussy and radiating through my body.

As Kira would loom over my prone body, her full, feminine body just above mine, my body quivering softly under her command, her eyes intently locked on mine, her sweet, warm breath filling my being, she would adjust her position to suit herself, the fronts of her smooth thighs pressing against the fronts of my thighs, our smooth legs rubbing together, then, slowly her leg slipping in between mine, my legs submissively spreading wide.

Her wet pussy would kiss my thigh at the exact moment that her own thigh would press insistently against my own cunt, our hips and pussies fucking softly. The molten liquid of her slit would burn into my leg, making my own pussy even wetter, knowing that I was feeling Kira’s excitement. I could always identify my female lover’s smell then, her pussy musk, and body splash and sweet breath making an unforgettable olfactory trigger that eventually came to make me cum, simply in Pavlovian reaction to the combined smells, and the pleasures I came to expect when smelling them!

Eventually, all of our clothes would be off, stripped off in haste or at leisure, by our own hand or by the other, a hot and bothered lover, even to the extent that we’d occasionally rip each other’s nighties, bra or panties in removing them, and laugh about it, and then we’d tease each other – warm, wet mouth sucking each other’s fragrant, hard nipples, or conversely, teasing one another’s lips with our nipples, and with our slim fingertips, sometimes sucking on fingertips like large clits, stroking each other’s hard pink clits, pinching those hard little pearls of pleasure, fingers slippery with each other’s cum, dipping fingers deep inside into each other’s moist pussy, bringing those liquid-tipped fingers to each other’s mouth and to our own, and when we were really hot, fucking each other’s ass hole with a tongue and fingers.

Kira has a beautiful, dynamite body, but I think it’s her ass that turns me on the most, or maybe just the thought that I’m licking another girl’s poop chute (to be coarse about it). I never realized that I could spend literally hours licking her pink, puckered hole and make both she and I cum from the experience. Kira introduced me to the Çankaya Escort pleasures of finger fucking a girl’s ass to orgasm, followed by licking that same orifice to multiple subsequent cums.

And caressing her round, warm bottom, tickling and teasing those beautiful, welcoming pillows both through her panties, and after I’ve stripped them off her makes us both experience very strong shudders of ecstasy. Kira keeps her bottom scrupulously clean for me, as I do for her, so that our noses fill with each other’s feminine musk, and just a hint of a darker smell. Kira also showed me how to fuck a girl’s ass with a small dildo, and I had to pretend again and again that I didn’t cum, even though I came countless times, simply so that she wouldn’t stop fucking my ass with that delightful black-colored toy. Kira taught me so much about woman-woman love, that I feel like I’ve betrayed her. But, there were … problems between us.

“Kira, do you love me?” I asked her one night, lying on my back, my knees up and spread, while Kira lay between my thighs, licking my pussy.

“Umm?” she asked, raising her head. “Of course, I love you SO much, baby,” she said. “Why?”

“Oh, good,” I said. Kira lowered her head, and presently I felt her tongue lapping delightfully at my wet slit, and around, and on, my clit. After a little while I said, “Do you like boys better than me?”

Kira looked up again. “Rachel, why the third degree? Is there something bothering you?”

“No, nothing,” I said. “I was just wondering if being fucked by a guy is better than being loved by another woman.” Kira looked at me with a funny expression.

“Rachel, I think that your mother built a lot of doubt into you, by treating you so horribly. Please don’t let it affect your relationship today, please, baby? And to answer your question, guys suck at fucking, okay? I have all the happiness I could ever want with you, believe me. You’re the best lover I’ve ever had.” I still wasn’t satisfied, but I decided to keep my doubts to myself. I had this nagging feeling that Kira would one day go back to guys, and leave me all alone. I guess that was one of the first indications that this would end up with us both in a very complicated situation.

One thing about Kira that at first turned me on, but which also terrified me, and which she didn’t show me until recently, was her exhibitionism. At first I thought that the occasions in which she would flash other girls with her hot, young body were completely innocent, but later I began to have doubts. Or maybe I should have known that she might like to show off, with her being a cheerleader….in any case, it became one more thing that piled onto my doubts about Kira and me.

One time, Kira and I decided to go to the Diversity Fair, on campus. It was set up at the ‘farm’ part of campus, at a combined mini-fairgrounds and pasture. It was just basically a carnival with rides and games, but some of the money went to various campus groups that promote diversity. While we were getting dressed to go, Kira had put on a short black leather skirt, and a white cotton top. “Gosh, I didn’t know you HAD a skirt like that,” I said. “That’s really kind of … hot!” I was just wearing khaki cargo shorts, and a yellow velour tee, and feeling sort of underdressed.

“Come here, I’ll show you something,” Kira said, with a ‘come hither’ look in her eye. I walked over and put my right hand on her shoulder, as she faced me.

“Yes, dear?” I asked, jokingly. Her blue eyes locked onto mine, she said, “Check this out,” and took my other hand, her eyes still locked onto mine, and brought it under her skirt to the damp crevice between her legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and my finger quickly slipped inside her wet slit, in and out lightly.

“I thought it would be fun to go ‘sans panties,’ just to see what it would be like,” she said. “So far, it’s pretty hot, don’t you think?” She took my hand in hers again, and brought it up to her face, her warm, wet lips slipping over my forefinger, sucking her cum off my finger as though she were sucking a dick. That certainly got ME hot, and wet!

“Yeah,” I said, “it sure is! But I’M not going to do that, I don’t have the courage.”

“Well, it’s just for a goof,” Kira assured me. It was twilight, just the early part of the evening, when we walked out of the dorm, down the hill and past the leafless trees to the big, open grassy field that served as the carnival area, with its few permanent cinder block restroom buildings, . The colorful lights were flashing on the rides, the typical carnival music blaring, the smell of popcorn and cotton candy was so strong it was almost sickening, and I flashed back to a time when my mother had taken me to the carnival in our town in Indiana when I was a small girl, maybe six years old. I had gotten lost there, and wandered around for what seemed like hours, before a police woman had found me, taken me back to the carnival office, and they’d located my mother.

I’d always thought Keçiören Escort that it was my fault, being a typical little girl, I had probably wandered off, attracted by the lights and noise, and no doubt my mother was searching frantically for me. It was only in the light of my adult awareness that I remembered the police woman remarking to a co-worker, “It was the funniest thing. She wasn’t at all concerned, and when we told her we had her daughter, she seemed almost … disappointed.” As those memories flashed through my mind, another nail in the coffin of my already overpowering dislike of my mother, I squeezed Kira’s hand hard, causing her to yelp.

“Ouch, are you okay?” Kira asked. She looked at me uncertainly.

“Yeah, it’s okay now,” I said, smiling as my beautiful present drowned out my ugly past. Kira spotted the most prominent ride, and asked me if I wanted to go on the Ferris Wheel, and I said sure. We stepped up into the gondola, and when we sat down, Kira whispered in my ear, “Wow, it feels REALLY cool without panties,” and innocently waggled her legs open and closed a couple of times.

There was a blonde teenage girl wearing a short denim skirt and an orchid halter, and she and her boyfriend were standing in front of the Ferris Wheel looking right at us when Kira spread her legs wide. The girl could see right between Kira’s legs, and she smiled when Kira flashed her with a nice view of her pink little pussy, but the boy just looked dopey. I shook my head, figuring Kira’s little stunt was eventually going to get her in trouble.

Kira must have been really horny that night, because as we were getting on another ride, one of those teacup rides that spin around and try to make you sick, and just as I sat down, Kira shoved her hand down the back of my shorts, and for the whole ride, her hand was on my bare ass, her finger diddling my ass hole! The centrifugal force drove my ass onto her finger, and I enjoyed the feeling, but her boldness with all those people around made me nervous. I really blushed when the ride was over and I got up – Kira pulled her finger out of my ass, and sucked on it, in front of everybody, though fortunately nobody else knew where it had been!

About a half hour later, after a Mega Soda each, we both had to pee, so we headed over to one of the fairgrounds’ restrooms. They were white-painted cinder block, and looked like they’d been built 30 years ago, but at least they were clean, and they smelled clean, or at least didn’t smell like old pee. The dopey looking teenage boy from the Ferris Wheel flashing was standing around smoking a cigarette outside the girls’ room, I guessed he was waiting for his cute girlfriend. We went in, which was shocking in itself, usually there’s a long line, lol.

When we got inside, our eyes squinting in the damp darkness, standing at one of the hand sinks drying her hands, was the cute blonde girl, and she looked even cuter up close. She had to have had C cups, sitting up perkily. I had to admit they were tasty looking, and her ass looked great, full and round under her denim skirt, her tanned thighs bare. She boldly went up to Kira as she headed for a stall, and said, “Hi!”smiling at both Kira and me.

Just like that, she was coming on to Kira, in front of me, with her boyfriend outside the door, and in a public restroom. I was even more surprised when the girl curled her hand under Kira’s skirt, about halfway up her thigh, then walked her fingers up the inside of Kira’s thigh, getting closer and closer to Kira’s wet honeypot. Kira turned and looked seriously at her full on, I thought she might smack her – instead, Kira spread her legs a little wider, and then smiled at her.

Kira said, “C’mon,” and gestured to me, and the two of them went into the handicapped stall. I was frozen, torn between jealousy and lust, then I followed the two lissome girls inside. Kira sat down on the toilet seat, and dropped her leather skirt onto her feet, careful to keep it off the floor, and began peeing into the toilet, a long, loud, salty-smelling stream, then gestured to the girl to approach her. Kira looked up at me and said, “It’s okay, babe.” I didn’t really know what to think, I was torn between the prospect of raw sex, and the affection I had for Kira.

The attraction of raw sex moved into the lead when the blonde, her back to me and standing no more than six inches in front of Kira, hiked up her short skirt, and pulled down her panties. Her light blue satin panties slipped midway down her thighs. Her smooth, round ass, creamy white and delicious looking, was bare before my eyes, and her pussy just inches away from Kira’s face. I could smell the girl’s hot, wet musk – she must have been creaming in her panties for some time. Perhaps since Kira had flashed her with a memorable view of her own bare snatch.

The girl’s ass was really cute, and if I were bolder I might have bent down and licked it, but instead Kira put her hands on waistband of the girl’s panties, turning them so that the Etimesgut Escort white inner cotton crotch panel was exposed to Kira’s eyes, and then her tongue, as she licked at the sweet female cream the girl had left there. The girl moaned, and ran the fingers of one hand through Kira’s luxurious blonde hair. Her other hand was caressing one of her own full, round breasts through the flimsy synthetic fabric of the halter top. Her nipples were poking through, it was clear that they were mouth-wateringly long. And those boobs must have been firm to sit up so high, since she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra.

Kira then grasped the girl’s hips, and pulled her pussy, with its small, trimmed blonde bush, toward her face. It was apparent that she was licking the girl’s pussy – I might be naive, but I’m not stupid. The girl’s ass was shaking with ecstasy, and I thought to myself, ‘it must be jam, ’cause jelly don’t shake like that.’ She looked as though she came, a couple of times, her hips banging on Kira’s face, then the girl smiled, stepped back and turned to me, saying, “It’s your turn, honey,” in a sweet young girl voice.

Kira’s face was shiny and wet with the girl’s cum, and I could smell the girl’s pussy on her face. As though in a trance, I unzipped my shorts, and pulled them, along with my panties, down my legs, and Kira began to service me, too. Kira’s tongue is always heavenly, and I gave myself over to the sensations, and soon I too was cumming on Kira’s wet face, the girl’s cum juice mingling with mine in Kira’s lovely mouth. Her tongue snaked in and out of my hole, and I humped myself on her face. I got off on the thought of this anonymous girl and I both creaming our muffs on Kira’s hungry tongue and mouth, our lubrication mixing together inside of Kira.

I could feel the cute blonde’s hand on my bare ass, apparently she wasn’t as shy as I am, her finger creeping between my butt cheeks, and finding my moist brown puckered hole. I rotated my ass around, and she slipped her finger inside me, fucking my ass while Kira licked my cunt. I came countless times, then begged them to stop. Finally, we heard a voice whine from outside the building, “Honey, are you EVER coming out?” and we all laughed, then the girl got a rueful look and said, “Geez, I’ve gotta go! My dumb ass boyfriend may finally realize I’m not with him.”

Kira blurted out, “Madison Hall, 5th floor, Kira and Rachel,” and the girl looked at us thoughtfully, and said, “Thanks. I’m Beverly, Edison Hall, 1st floor. Maybe we can get together again.” She looked at me as she said this, not looking at Kira at all, which confused me, but secretly thrilled me too.

Beverly left, opening the painted wooden stall door, giving Kira and I a view of a florid-faced fat woman turning to enter the stall, who then stopped in shock when she spotted us. I slammed the door closed, re-latched it and I turned to Kira, still seated on the toilet, her skirt still at her feet. I couldn’t help but notice her sweet pink slit, as she had her legs spread wide for me. Kira was grinning, but I was mad, even with the delicious view.

“Dammit, Kira, I can’t believe you did that! Fucking some stranger, and in front of me!” I felt angry inside, although somewhat hot and bothered. I heard the shrill voice of the fat woman outside the stall yelling “Shit! Shit! Shit! I’m gonna pee my damn pants!” followed by heavy footsteps retreating from our end of the room.

“That fat babe can go piss in the sink. Come here, sweety,” Kira said, taking my hands. “You know I love you, and only you. It’s just fucking with these other girls, it’s love with you.”

Well, I can’t stay angry for long with Kira, and so I kissed her, and said, “Okay, but I need some warning if that ever happens again. And I have to pee too.” I longed for what happened among the three of us to happen again, as the cum was so intense and pleasurable, but I dreaded it, because it was too dangerous for a girl on scholarship, as well as possibly destructive of our relationship, which even now was evolving and changing. I could end up out of school, and alone, and I feared that more than anything.

“Sure, hon,” Kira said, then wiped herself, pulled up her skirt and got up to allow me to sit. I did, sitting on the now-warm seat, and letting loose a long stream of pee. While I was peeing, Kira stood in front of me, now lifting her skirt and showing me her beautiful little pussy. Her finger was circling her little button, and slipping in and out her slit, just up to her first knuckle. “Oh baby, please please me, okay?” she said, sweetly. Too sweetly for me to ignore, especially considering how pretty her hot, wet little muff looked to my enthralled eyes, and how nice it smelled.

I knew what she wanted, and I wanted it too, so I put my hands under her skirt, on her hips, then moved them back to grasp her round bottom, each hand full of beautiful, hot, girl ass. I pulled her cunt to my mouth, and licked up and down her wet slit, and her hard, pink little clit, smelling her sexy musk along with the leather of the skirt, and the salty taste of her pee, loving every bit of it. I nibbled at her lips along both sides of her opening, and with my hands on her full, round ass, fingered around her puckered pink hole, knowing how much Kira loved to have her ass played with.

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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Cassie breathed slowly through her nose, unwilling to make even the slightest murmur of unnecessary noise. The bland light strip overhead promised illumination, yet she did not reach out to flick the switch, ears twitching back and forth to catch the hint of sound in the still air. The coyote hunkered in close to the wall, eyes sweeping the corridor as if expecting a foe to leap from any, admittedly closed, door at any given moment. Yet all was clear.

Cassie exhaled, sweat darkening a crescent around to the base of her ears. Since when had her job become so stressful? Okay, so perhaps it wasn’t the wisest move to break into the headquarters where the captain of the police was based, but it was the task at hand and the coyote detective wasn’t about to turn down a job. Like most young females in the city, whether they were furries, scalies or something else entirely, she needed the money and, damn, she needed it bad.

No: turning down work wasn’t really affordable for her at that time. Still, she tried to keep to the straight and narrow where she could, keeping to private investigative work, the more interesting the better. And the job to investigate the captain of the police was certainly an interesting one indeed.

Slinking down the corridor, she checked her bodysuit for her weapons, just in case. Touching her fingers to the handle of the knife strapped to her thigh and the pistol, best used at close range, on her hip reassured her. If she was jumped, she could at least defend herself. And she couldn’t have said that she didn’t look dead hot in the clingy bodysuit, which hugged her curves while allowing her the ideal range of motion required to get the job done.

There. She stiffened. A door emblazoned with a plaque bearing the name she’d been looking for — the name she was always looking for. She licked her lips, heart beating against her ribcage. It was time.

Yet she’d barely gotten her paw on the smooth wood of the polished door when another paw, not her own, closed around her throat.

“So nice of you to join me.”

She tried to yelp, but the sound caught in her throat as she fought to whirl about, another paw shoving a rank smelling cloth over her mouth and nose. As much as she struggled, the drug took effect swiftly, too swiftly for retaliation, and her legs buckled, bearing her down to the ground as her grey-furred captor followed her. A flash of sharp, white teeth glinted into her line of sight a moment before her eyes closed, one paw at her hip and the pistol halfway out of the holster.

The wolf chuckled as the coyote spiralled down and down and down into the darkness, grey fading to black across her vision.

“Goodnight, Demetevler Escort Cassie.”

*

The world came into focus slowly and the coyote blinked, the lingering grogginess from the drug that had put her under fogging her head. She tried to shake herself, but the strain on her shoulders held her back, first trying to better take in her surroundings.

The first thing she noticed was that she was standing, or hanging, more accurately, from an O-ring set into the ceiling. A pair of police grade handcuffs had been snapped around her wrists, rattling against the chain looped through the ring in the ceiling, links seeming to flow one into the other without any flaw or break. She shuddered. A chain like that had no business in a police station, even if it was the main base.

And a very familiar wolf wearing the police captain’s hat, which had been tilted at a jaunty angle, stared her down from the other side of the room, eyes smouldering in their intensity.

Cassie baulked, chains rattling.

Oh, shit.

“Well, well, well, did you take a fancy to something in my office, coyote? I do know how your kind has a penchant for…tricks.”

Cassie flinched and tried to turn away, though found twisting too uncomfortable to maintain, forced to face the wolf. Where she was naked bar her fur, the wolf at least had her uniform to guard her from the chill of the room. She swallowed hard and lifted her muzzle defiantly. As if she was going to go down without a fight.

“You know who I am, I don’t need an introduction,” the wolf murmured dismissively, rising and stalking up to her, a small key hanging from a finer chain in her paw. “But you shouldn’t have broken into my station, coyote.”

She paused, eyes flashing.

“You’re going to regret it.”

Before Cassie knew it, the wolf was on her, the paws of the one who had bested her time and time again unlocking her chains and letting her crumple in a pathetic heap to the floor. For Kira took no prisoners.

Hauling her up, Kira shoved her muzzle up to Cassie’s, upper lip curled back along the line of her teeth in a snarl.

“Try anything and you’re done for, coyote,” she hissed. “Remember that.”

Cassie shivered. Could she ever have had any doubt that the wolf meant it? Dragging her about as easily as she would lug her shopping from the car to the house, the wolf hauled her from the room. Cassie yelped as the glaring lights of the hallway blinded her, turning her head too late to avoid their piercing glow.

“Oh, shut it.”

Cassie growled and snapped her jaws.

“What are you going to do about it? Slap me around some more?”

A metal door loomed in her vision and Kira kicked it open; it must have already been open a crack. Near enough throwing the coyote in, she let her skid across the floor, paws cuffed in front of her stomach.

The door closed with a clunk as the coyote blinked, struggling to regain her bearings. Otele Gelen Escort Yet she could not fail to notice the bar Kira slid across the inside of the door, locked into place with a keypad on the side. Cassie gulped. That code she didn’t know.

“No one will hear you scream in here,” Kira smirked, tapping the side of her muzzle. “But I have a better use for that muzzle anyway.”

Putting a sway in her hips, the wolf bent over, lifting her tail as she showed off a pink thong, daringly racy for a fur in such an important position. Cassie jerked her head back, shuffling up and onto her buttocks with some difficulty.

“I bet you’d like some of this tail,” she murmured, “but I’m not the one being put to use tonight.”

Discarding her trousers and pulling her thong to the side, Kira backed up towards the coyote’s muzzle, wiggling her rump as if the lure of her body was simply going to be too much for her victim. Screwing up her muzzle as that admittedly fine ass, muscle layered with the perfect amount of fat, demanded her attention, Cassie defiantly spat and hissed.

“If you think for one second –“

A paw grabbed her head, fingers dug into the corner of her mouth, and then the wolf’s sex filled her vision, clit full and throbbing with blood. Need clearly coursed through the wolf’s body and her pussy gleamed with her own juices even as she ground the coyote’s nose up against her clit. Grunting, Cassie shuddered and tried to pull back, failing and instead dragging in a heady gulp of the wolf’s scent.

Fuck…

“Slut, I’m not the one who takes the orders around here.”

Facing her — how had the wolf turned around so quickly? — Kira smirked down at her kidnapped plaything.

“Get to work, coyote, or maybe I’ll see just how much you can take before you…break.”

Cassie whimpered, eyes wide. What else could she do? She was just there for a job! No, it was far better to do what the crazy police captain wanted and then, perhaps, she stood a chance of getting out of there alive.

And so she pushed her tongue into that delicious cunt and savoured every drop of wonderful goodness it had to offer. Swirling her tongue around, she moaned against herself, her captor’s juices drooling down her chin. Huffing, Kira ran her fingers down the back of the coyote’s tawny brown head, grey hairs mixing with the brown, and groaned lustfully.

“God, yes, just like that…”

Cassie took that as a positive sign and lapped up and over the wolf’s clit, hardly noticing that Kira’s grip had, at some point, loosened on her head and muzzle. Her lips resonated with a slight lick of pain that she barely noticed, intent on the hot, dripping pussy beneath her and covering every inch of it with her tongue. She thrust the flexible appendage deep into the wolf’s cunt, wriggling in close as she strove to get the tip all the way up to her cervix, yet she could not have said if she quite achieved her goal. Balgat Escort The wolf’s reaction in how she moaned and ground her hips was more than good enough to encourage her to keep going, however.

It took a shamefully short about of time

“None for you yet, coyote,” Kira whispered, her voice husky. “Be a good girl and do your job now.”

Cassie shuddered and obediently raised her paws from her crotch. Yes. Her job. She had to be a good girl. She ignored the little voice in the back of her mind that screamed and kicked out like a wayward pup begging for discipline in her unruly fight, locking her lips around the wolf’s clit and sucking.

The effect on Kira was electric. As if struck by something she could not control, the wolf bucked and humped at her victim’s muzzle, a low, throaty growl erupting from her lips. Like the noises she was making, completely unintentionally, there was no way for the wolf to hold back her orgasm and she climaxed with a howl that Cassie would have otherwise sworn echoed throughout the whole police station. Rocking and grinding on the warm, inviting muzzle and those lips that drew her pleasure out oh so wonderfully, Kira clung to the coyote, torso hunched forward and ragged breaths dragging themselves from her lungs without open consent.

“Oh gods…” She moaned, legs shaking ever so slightly. “Cassie… You…”

She tumbled to the floor even as Cassie desperately tried to follow the path of her wet pussy, muzzle soaked in the dominant wolf’s pleasure. She whined and half-crawled, half-shuffled over to Kira, desperation lingering in the back of her gaze. She wanted to please, really she did, she only required just a little persuasion in the way that made her pussy so hot and so, so warm…

Pressing her thighs together, Cassie gulped down a whimper and lay her head in Kira’s lap as the wolf swung her legs out before her, leaning back on the palms of her paws. Returning to some sense of herself, she smiled down at the coyote, the aggression having melted from her muzzle in lieu of something as warm as the space between their bodies on a cold winter’s night.

“Was that up your street, my sweet coyote?” Kira murmured, running her fingers across her partner’s shoulders and down her back, claws lightly raking through the fur. “Just as you imagined it?”

Cassie rolled over, her head in the wolf’s lap. Her tongue lolled from her muzzle, but there was no denying the smile that stretched her lips into a wide, dog-like grin.

“It was amazing! Can we do that every weekend?”

Laughing, Kira shook her head.

“You’re impossible, do you know that?”

“Yeah, but you love me.”

Kira paused, the insides of her ears darkening with a blush.

“Yes, I love you. Even if you do get me to pretend to kidnap you.”

The wolf’s lips descended on Cassie’s and their muzzles locked together in a passionate embrace, neither tongue, for once, fighting for dominance. No, all they needed was each other, the warmth of the other’s body and the closeness of their relationship brimming up to the surface as their juices dampened their inner thighs.

When she broke the kiss, however, Kira’s brow furrowed and she cocked her head to the side, eyes suspiciously narrowed.

“By the way, how the hell did you break in here?”

Cassie giggled.

“I’ll never tell!”

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I’m sitting here thinking about what it is at this time you are doing. I have been reading stories on a site that we regularly review. You had told me of one that reminded me of you and I and the way you felt when we were together. I had also read another story, and as a result my desire to be with you right now is unbearable.

There is so much about the relationship that we share that keeps us going when we are apart – worlds from each other at times it seems, but small fleeting simple thoughts quickly remind me of the things that make us so wonderful and so amazing. At this point in time I have envisioned you having a wonderful day with your niece and then helping a friend’s daughter. My day has been a combination of relaxing and spending time with the kids.

From this point, I am left reflecting on the many special times that we have shared together as one and I try so very hard to pick one that tends to stand out amongst the rest. My mood is very much heated and shivers race all over my body at the thought of being anywhere near you. My nipples are hard. My mind filled with thoughts of how I could possibly seduce you so sensually so as to pleasure with love and passion.

When we are together, nothing else corrupts the times that we share – absolute bliss is ours and all thoughts of reality left behind. On this particular occasion, I am reminded on how we had spent one evening in particular. You had taken me to experience the second of two stage musicals at different theatres. Being someone who had not been exposed to such treats thoroughly enjoyed the evening, especially the bit where I had to sit closer to you thanks Ankara Ucuz Rus Escort to the drunken stench of a man beside me. After the show we made our way to find something to eat – we hadn’t had dinner at this point and it was almost midnight!

After some considerable time and on the spur of the moment you had decided to drive some 40 minutes or so away to this quaint little pancake parlour and we sat and ordered a meal – similar I believe if not the same. We shared sweets. My whole world was complete. There was a log fire and you – I sat across from you at the table and became overwhelmingly intoxicated by your beauty – the sparkle in your beautiful eyes, that smile that so easily becomes mine. The scent of your perfume wafting gently toward me, exciting me with thoughts of what would follow later.

We arrived home to our own private little world – a world that revolves around just two – finding ourselves in each others arms again I am mesmerised at your sheer beauty. Those eyes have me in a trance yet again, leaving me with no option other than wanting to kiss your tender lips. Slowly, as I feel the warmth of your breath drift across my face as I begin to kiss you. Sweet, light butterfly kisses that leave you enthralled with the anticipation of the tenderness we are about to share. I can feel you begin to lose your composure with each kiss that finds its way across your face and over your neck. There are moments of sheer intensity and then moments complimented of such sweet tenderness. Light groans that escape your lips without your consent.

I Yenimahalle Rus Escort know the effect that my touch is having on your beautiful body once again – and like a moth to a flame I know the trap that I have set is one that you so desire. My kiss begins to lengthen and gradually I find my way down your neck and across your breast. Such lightness of touch leaves you breathless, and you begin to yearn for more. You know just as the effect that this moment in time has on you – so too it has on me. Knowing that you are turned on and so captivating the moment, leads me to the very same place with such ease.

You also begin to touch and respond to the way your body is feeling – your hands begin to wander over my body helping me to want you more and more. My tongue is eagerly enjoying the tenderness of your sweet breasts. Lavishing each nipple in the only way I know how. You begin to get more and more excited as I work my way down your body with my tongue – you know where I am going. I tease you by flicking your soft pussy with my tongue – a major groan escapes – I am so tempted to devour you there and then but I want this my way. I want to complete the night in the wonderful way it was started.

I move back up to kiss you slowly, my tongue penetrating deep inside your mouth – my eagerness begins to tell and I kiss you with an intensity that you know only too well. You respond as only you can.

Again, I move down toward your pussy, teasing your breasts as I go, and kissing you all the way down your right leg. Your skin is sooooo smooth and soooo soft. Never before have I felt such tenderness. I take your toe into my mouth and kiss it with feelings like I so want to be where I am – in the throws of passion with the woman I love so deeply. I begin to work my way up the other side of your leg, planting the soft kisses that to date have had you wanting me more and more. In the meanwhile my hands have been left to wander over your body, carefully avoiding the one place that I know you want me the most.

Finally, I reach the place where we both want me – I plant tiny soft kisses at the top of your tempting pussy. Without delay, my tongue begins to sink in you and I taste you for the first time tonight – a light but strong groan escapes from me, and you know that I have just enjoyed your tantalising taste. A little further I probe and you begin to writhe in sheer pleasure. My finger begins to join the slow dance my tongue does with such ease. Again you groan, wanting more of the pleasures and the passion about to unfold.

My movements begin to gain pace, my fingers begin to work their way into the depths of your wet pussy while my tongue enjoys the swollen clit you offer me with no resistance. You are now groaning ceaselessly, I’m beginning to realise that you are so wanting to let this pleasure become more intense until you can no longer handle the build up of passion from within your body. More and more I take you in my mouth and enjoy the sweet taste your pussy offers time and time again. You are now squirming, and losing all sense of control, begging me to keep going, wanting more and more…..

The time arrives …. after I have continued to lavish you with my tongue and fingers you finally have no choice other than to let your body give in to the pleasures you yearn for….you call my name and it eggs me on even more to keep going…..I do.

Slowly, you motion for me to come back to you, I kiss you gently as I move toward you and we lay motionless in the arms of the one we love………

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The closing remarks were just finishing. I glanced over to see my mother fidgeting. She grew increasingly uncomfortable, shifting around on her tatami mat. I leaned in against Lydia. She put her arm around my shoulders and rested her cheek against my head. The conference had been wonderful. I suspected my mother was about to explode. I mused that she must be thinking it was bad enough that she had two bisexual daughters, and now she had agreed to go to this gay awareness conference with us. Pari, my sister, winked at me. She knew what our mother must be thinking right now, too.

Everyone started clapping for the speaker. Lydia pressed her fingers against my chin and kissed me. Her mouth was warm and comforting-for a moment I reveled in the kiss, but then was horribly embarrassed that my girlfriend was kissing me in front of my mother. I pulled away abruptly and stole a peek at my mom, who was averting her eyes not-very-subtly. Lydia giggled. I got up and walked out of the building. Lydia caught up to me.

“What’s wrong, Rohana?”

“You kissed me in front of my Mom.”

“So? I love you, shouldn’t I be able to show it?” She took my hand and playfully intertwined our fingers. I sighed. Lydia’s mom was a lesbian, so it was easy for her. My mother was a divorced parent of two with a Catholic upbringing. I opened the passenger side door of my car for her, then got in the driver’s seat. Sophie B. Hawkins crooned to us on our way to Lydia’s house. I pulled my shitty little 1995 Honda Civic into her driveway. We got out and she slid her hand into the back pocket of my jeans. I reciprocated, sliding my hand into her back pocket. We opened the side slider door that led to Lydia’s room. I loved that room. It was always filled with a slight scent of lavender and oozed the color purple. I lay down on her bed and kicked off my sandals. Lydia slid next to me, her body like a silken goddess, and began undoing my pants, then sliding them off gently. I had chosen my plain white cotton undies and matching bra today. She slid her hand up my shirt. I shivered from the contact. I looked into her turquoise eyes and she kissed me, slowly. It was a warm, soft feeling on my lips, followed by a velvety slipperiness from her tongue. She slipped off her pants and her shirt. I was enraptured by her form. Her slender figure was silhouetted by the sunlight streaming in from her window.

Kneeling by the bed, Lydia stroked my inner Cebeci Escort thighs ever-so-gently, causing me to squirm in anticipation. She lay three fingers between my legs teasingly. She then proceeded to scoot up and grab the edge of my panties with her teeth. She slowly pulled them off. Each inch was another shiver at the bottom of my spine. At this point I was so turned-on that I could barely think at all. Lydia spread my legs apart with her soft, smooth hands and knelt in between my legs. Suddenly I felt her soft, wet tongue sliding up my inner labia and onto my clit. I shivered. She made long, hard licks against my clit. The direct contact made me twist and squirm all over the bed trying to get away from her tongue. She ended up on the bed with me, holding my legs apart. I relaxed and she reverted to a swirling suction on my clit that was just heavenly. I felt her pointer finger slide into me, massaging all the right spots. She then had two fingers, then three, then gently, four. I was breathing heavy, my legs were tensed up, I could feel the pleasure welling up in between my legs. It was incredible.

Suddenly, she doubled her efforts and sent me into utter ecstasy.

“Holy shit!” I yelled, as I violently orgasmed. I grabbed her shoulder and held my breath as the undiluted pleasure rocked through me. Not quite through, Lydia continued massaging my clit with her tongue. Soon enough, I felt the sensation explode through my clit, orgasming so hard it made my head spin.

“Ahhhhhhhhgggggahhhhhhhhhhhh!” I groaned and pulled her on top of me. I attacked her lips with my mouth, pinning her underneath me. I reached down with my hand and removed her underwear. I lay down next to her and also removed her bra in one clumsy motion. I slid my hands down her body. Her skin was like butter to my touch, soft and supple. My fingers touched her wispy soft pubic hair. I reached down and began massaging her clit. I slid four fingers inside her at once. She arched her back and pulled me closer to her for a kiss. I repositioned us so that I was sitting in between her legs. I curled my hand into a fist and then slowly began pushing it into her. I could feel her vagina trying to accommodate my entire hand, small though it was. She screamed “Oh my goddess! Oh, fuck…yes.” I smiled.

My fist was inside her now, I could feel her vagina pulsing around it. She moaned my Kolej Escort name. Our bodies were hot and slippery with sweat against each other. I began twisting my hand around. She orgasmed approximately 3 seconds later. She held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut. I thought my hand might break.

I slid down between her legs and spread them gently with my hands. Beauty was everything about Lydia, even her genitals. They were currently swollen from me fisting her, pink and glistening from her own fluids. Her clit was engorged, almost 3 times its usual size. The whole package was framed by her wispy dark pubes, slightly wavy like her hair, shaved into a neat heart shape on her mound. I spread her outer labia with my thumbs and plunged my eager tongue into her. I felt her tense up a little, then writhe with pleasure. I wriggled my tongue around the edge of her slippery vagina. She tasted salty and warm and slightly acidic. I closed my eyes and breathed in the musky scent. I swirled my tongue around, resting on her swollen clit. I began licking it and sucking at it. She squirmed and writhed around, but I held her down. Her legs began shaking as she drew closer to orgasm. I reinforced my efforts.

“Ooooooh….oh, baby, oh goddess just a little more.” She gasped.

Her legs tensed up and I felt all the blood rush at once into her genitals. She groaned and then made high-pitched squeaks in the back of her throat. She grabbed me and pulled me to her. She held my head against her chest and pawed at my back.

“Oh FUCK that was amazing, my love.”

“I only strive to please…”

“Well you’re damn good at it.”

“Thanks.” I giggled and sighed, smiling as my eyes took in her beautiful curves. “So what do you want next, my dear, sweet, Lydia?”

“William?” She inquired.

“My thoughts exactly”.

“William” was the name of our purple jelly double dong. We had named it after William Shakespeare, both Lydia’s and my favorite author. Lydia took it out from the trunk under her bed. I was sweating and I yearned for her body to be on mine and under mine and around mine. She pinned me down and slowly inserted one end of William into me. It felt amazing. It was also warm, because the trunk was right next to her heater. I flipped around and pinned her down. I attacked her neck as she gasped and I slowly guided the other end inside her. Now that Rus Escort we both had an end, I used my pelvic muscles to push it out of me and deeper into her. She reciprocated. We continued this motion. It felt wonderful.

Lydia struggled to get herself on top of me, but I would have none of it. My hands were all over her skin. I burned with desire. We locked lips, hot slippery tongues intertwining, mouths grasping for each other. Our bodies seemed to steam with passion. I opened my eyes and stopped for a minute, she opened her eyes, unveiling the beauty of the Mediterranean Sea. I stroked her damp hair.

“Mmmmm” she sighed. “Rohana, your eyes are like a stormy sea, and I want to drown in them.”

“You know, I was thinking that your eyes are like the sparkling clear Mediterranean….Oh, Lydia…..I love you.”

She kissed me gently and I felt like melting into her. She slowly shoved William deep inside me, filling me up entirely. It felt amazing. I gasped. I removed William and threw him into a bin next to her bed filled with dirty clothes.

“Can we paint?” I asked.

“Oh, Rohana! I thought you’d never suggest it. I’ll be right back.”

She went to gather her calligraphy brushes and watercolors. She swiftly returned with the art supplies.

“You first…canvas on my bed, PRONTO!” I obediently obliged. I spread-eagled myself face down on her bed. She climbed on top of me and slid over to one side of my body. I felt the tip of her calligraphy brush on the skin of my back. I shivered with delight as her brush danced across my skin, beautifying me with ink and paint. Lydia was covering my back not because my back was not beautiful but because she wanted to enhance the beauty of my bare skin. She told me that awhile ago, when we first started dating and she first asked to paint me. When she was done and my back finally stopped tingling with pleasure, she spoke to me in a soft, seductive voice.

“I am going to make you scream like you’ve never screamed…”

She began slipping her fingers in and out of me while she sang softly into my ear. Her fingers dripped with my fluids as she plunged them indiscriminately into my vagina and slid them across my clit, sending me into a haze of intense arousal. She knew just what to do, and as her fingers stimulated me thoroughly, I screamed, orgasming again and again under her touch. Finally, she stopped and sidled up next to me.

“Do you love me?” she asked.

“What kind of silly question is that? Of COURSE I love you.” I looked into her eyes and smiled.

“So you’d never leave me for a man?”

“Oh, please. Boys are smelly.” I tickled her and we snuggled, just wrapped around each other enjoying the sunset. What a wonderful day this had been.

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Rebecca slowly began to unzip her sleeping bag. Laurie was looking her right in the eyes, her blue gaze unwavering. All around them, kids were sleeping, snoring lightly in the depths of the morning. But Rebecca hadn’t been able to sleep one wink, not with Laurie lying so close nearby.

Rebecca and Laurie had both agreed to become camp counselors at the kids’ camp near their parents’ resort. While their families, best friends since the beginning of time, were vacationing in the luxury of the beachside hotel across the lake, Laurie and Rebecca had both opted for the adventure of helping run the camp in the woods, away from civilization, so to speak.

Usually, the secret lovers managed to bunk together, to find their way into each other’s arms without anyone noticing. But now, all around them in little pup tents were sleeping campers and very alert counselors.

Rebecca had been watching Laurie all night, once all the talking had died down. They didn’t share their tent with anyone else; they’d at least been able to get that much privacy. But in the silence of the clearing they had chosen to camp out in tonight, voices carried, as did any sound anyone made.

Moving her fingers very slowly, Rebecca pried the fat metal zipper of her sleeping bag down lower. Laurie’s eyes flickered from hers, then, and looked at Rebecca’s chest. Rebecca was wearing the expected T-shirt with the camp logo on it. Now she slowly pulled up the hem, letting it rise over her smooth flat belly. She knew Laurie was drinking in every bit of flesh she was exposing. She pulled it up further, then stopped. The hem was now around the under-curve of Rebecca’s breasts, giving Laurie a teasing glimpse of her mounds.

“Now you,” Rebecca mouthed to Laurie, nodding at the girl.

Laurie raised an eyebrow then turned around, looking towards the flap of the tent. Then she looked back at Rebecca and bit her lip shyly. Rebecca giggled but covered the sound with her hand. Then, trying to look serious, she began to lower the edge of her T-shirt.

Laurie’s eyes went wide and she shook her head, objecting. Rebecca nodded at her again, smiling. And finally Laurie began to undo her sleeping bag. As the zipper slowly slid down, Rebecca’s green eyes went wide. As the quilted material parted, Laurie’s naked chest was slowly exposed to Rebecca.

The little slut was half naked in that bag! Rebecca gulped, looking at Laurie’s busty chest. She’d always been envious of the other girl’s blossoming womanhood, until they had been teens and had realized their mutual attraction for each other. And still, in their twenties now, Laurie’s chest was a feast for the eyes. Her tits were round, golden tanned from nude sun bathing, and topped with dark brown nipples that now stood erect in the chill of the dark morning.

Rebecca licked her lips, thinking of her tongue running around those nipples. Eryaman Escort Then Laurie nodded at her. It was her turn.

She lifted her T-shirt up now, all the way. Then she cupped one of her smaller, perkier breasts, giving it a squeeze. Laurie groaned, and Rebecca shushed her. But she kept her hand on her breast, rubbing it around and around in front of Laurie’s eyes.

She knew how best to turn her partner on.

But Laurie knew all about fair play. Laurie’s hand went to one of her naked breasts now, too. And she moved the heavy tit around and around, like Rebecca had. Then, with ease, she lifted the breast upwards. Soon, her own mouth was wrapped around her nipple, her lips tugging at it viciously.

Rebecca hissed. It was too much. She pushed the zipper of her sleeping bag down and reached over to Laurie, dragging the girl by the arm until she was closer. Then she clamped her mouth over Laurie’s mouth, her hand rubbing that wetted nipple beneath her palm.

Laurie moaned, her mouth pliant against Rebecca’s. And Rebecca squeezed Laurie’s breast hard, as if to say ‘bad girl’. Then she began to lower her hand into Laurie’s sleeping bag. She kept her mouth on her partner’s, sucking her lips and teasing with her tongue. Her fingers ran down the length of Laurie’s side, to her thighs. She was completely naked in her sleeping bag.

Rebecca groaned and Laurie shivered.

Her fingers went between Laurie’s thighs, playing over the downy fur there. Then she was spreading the girl’s legs forcefully with her fingers. Mercilessly, she plunged two digits into Laurie’s tight canal. Laurie’s privacy squeezed around Rebecca’s fingers as she thrust them up inside the girl. She wiggled them, teasing Laurie, then pulling them out. Viciously, Rebecca began to piston her fingers in and out of her lover’s puss.

It was her way of saying, “this is what you get for being so easy for me to have.”

Laurie’s mouth was hot now. Her whole body was fevered. Rebecca grinned, moving her mouth down to the other girl’s chest. She started to suckle on one of the breasts, her teeth biting over the nipple ruthlessly.

Laurie was losing control now. Her back was arching, and she was writhing in her sleeping bag. Rebecca pushed the zipper down more, lapping at the smooth belly that was beneath her mouth.

And where her fingers had been, her mouth now was.

Laurie’s fingers went into Rebecca’s red hair, gripping her almost painfully. But Rebecca had had to watch Laurie bounce around all day in her tight T-shirt and short shorts. She’d had to watch Laurie flirting with the boy camp counselors, and it had driven her insane. She hadn’t thought they’d be able to play together tonight. But when finally in the darkness of the morning, they had given in, Rebecca wasn’t about to let the chance to taste Laurie Sincan Escort go.

Her mouth drank from Laurie hungrily, slurping up every drop of the other girl’s juices that she could. And Laurie was moaning, writhing, squirming.

At last, she was cumming.

Rebecca moved her fingers inside the girl again, fucking her furiously, quickly, drinking her nectar.

Then there was a sound at the tent flap, a rustling noise. Someone was coming in!

Rebecca threw herself against the far wall, wiping desperately at her mouth.

“Who’s there?” Laurie called out.

One of the male counselors, one of Laurie’s suitors actually, popped his head into the tent, flashlight glaring into the girl’s faces.

“I thought I heard a noise, I uh, wanted to make sure you guys were okay,” he said. His flashlight beam moved from Laurie’s face to Rebecca’s and back.

Grumbling, Rebecca rolled over, facing the back of the tent and muttering soft curses. Laurie giggled and laughed with the boy, assuring him that it was only her having a wet dream about him. That made him blush, but when he asked softly if she wanted to go for a walk, Laurie pointed out that sexual relations between counselors were quite forbidden, and that even though she was in college, she wasn’t allowed to date strange boys. Her voice sounded so honest and innocent, the man left feeling ashamed for ever asking such a thing.

Finally, Laurie was closing the tent flap, and turning over in her sleeping bag. She called out Rebecca’s name. But Rebecca didn’t answer, pretending to be asleep. Then she felt Laurie’s hand shaking her lightly on the shoulder.

“Rebecca?”

“Be quiet. There’s people trying to sleep,” Rebecca grumbled.

Laurie’s hand left her alone, then. Soon, sleep really was about to claim Rebecca. Her eyes were closed, and her mind was drifting at last. She didn’t hear anything anymore.

But when Laurie slipped into Rebecca’s sleeping bag and zipped the zipper back up around her, when she pressed her naked and still moist body against Rebecca’s back, Rebecca woke up completely. She spun around, facing her lover.

“What are you –”

But Laurie’s mouth came over hers tightly, sucking the words from her lips. The girl’s hand went down between Rebecca’s legs, and soon Laurie was rubbing Rebecca’s puss through her shorts. Rebecca moaned, but Laurie’s mouth over hers kept the noise soft.

Laurie rubbed vigorously before finally pushing one leg of the shorts aside. Now her fingers were teasing over Rebecca’s mons, then dipping in to touch against the hardened clitoris. Laurie was gentler than Rebecca, a delicate and tender lover.

Rebecca put a hand out onto one of Laurie’s ample tits, squeezing the breast hard. She loved the feel of Laurie’s body in her hands. Laurie’s fingers Etlik Escort finally opened Rebecca’s folds, and one slender digit disappeared inside her sheath, stroking slowly there. Laurie knew just how to touch a woman, and especially knew Rebecca’s weaknesses.

Rebecca tried to break from Laurie’s kiss. She wanted to moan, cry out, call Laurie’s name in pleasure. But Laurie didn’t let her mouth go. They were surrounded by people who wouldn’t understand. So Laurie stayed clamped to Rebecca, her hand pressed against Rebecca’s sex, her fingers wriggling madly.

Rebecca was about to cum. But she pushed Laurie’s hand away.

“I hate cumming that way,” she hissed. “It feels childish.”

“But we can’t do more, Rebecca. We’d get caught.”

Rebecca looked into Laurie’s eyes and began to drop kisses against the girl’s cheeks and neck.

“I don’t care. I want to fuck you.”

Rebecca pushed Laurie back onto the ground beneath the tent and pushed the sleeping bags off of them both. The morning air was chilly and wet. And through the thin fabricof the tent the sun was rising.

Rebecca didn’t care that she would be a moving silhouette for anyone who was watching her tent. As the sun began to pour through the material of their abode, she spread Laurie’s legs, then removed her shorts. She pulled her T-shirt off and put a hand on her lover’s mons. She had to make sure the other girl was as wet as she was.

Then slowly, expertly, Rebecca lifted one of her legs and put it around Laurie’s hip. Now her privacy was pressed tightly to Laurie’s. A small slant, and suddenly, they were grinding against each other. Rebecca could feel the hard bud of her clit rubbing over Laurie’s cunny, the two sets of lips mashed to each other. As she writhed like this over her lover, her own clit teased over Laurie’s hole, exciting her.

She clung to Laurie’s thigh, holding it against her as she ground against the other girl.

“Ah, Rebecca! Ah ah ah!” Laurie was squealing softly.

“I want to — fuck — you” Rebecca hissed, bucking harder.

For a moment, she thought about what it would be like to have sex with a man, to have a man pounding into her. Then she thought what it would be like to be a man, to have Laurie writhing beneath her as she thrust deep into the girl’s crevices.

Maybe in another life, she had been a man like that. But for now, she had this body. She fucked Laurie harder, thinking about that. And then her hips moved more viciously, grinding painfully against her lover.

Rebecca thought what it would be like to have a strap-on. To have Laurie crying out lustily beneath her. As she thought about that, she began to cum. Her orgasm was deep, body-shaking, and she was hard pressed to keep herself locked to Laurie.

Finally, exhausted, she let go and collapsed.

Panting, Laurie sat up and tucked Rebecca back into her sleeping bag. And the two didn’t stir from the tent for hours, until everyone else was awake.

When one of their young charges mentioned bears to them, they were curious. But when the child said it sounded like the bears were sick, making all kinds of odd moaning noises, Rebecca just looked at Laurie and winked.

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My ex-husband had loved this part of me and called it The Berserker. Whenever I reach a certain level of lust, my brain fuzzes and I’d ravish him until he was screaming my name. I was way past this level and the smell of sex in the air fanned the flames. I sat up and pulled the young woman’s nubile body over mine, loving the shiver that passed through us as our pussies met and bent to capture her mouth.

I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Her mouth was soft and her tongue tasted of me, tangy and sweet and I sucked on her bottom lip, making her shiver. I rolled her onto her back, still tongue-kissing her and ground my hips against hers. She responded with a gasp and a loud hum, her hips tilting up to meet mine and her hands grabbing my ass. I slid off of her and reached for the lamp.

“Don’t turn the light on.”

“I want to see you.” She paused for a moment, then gave a small nod. I clicked the lamp onto its lowest setting and turned back to her, pausing to gaze at her. She was absolutely beautiful. She was a bit on the slender side but her C cup breasts took the attention away from her ribs. My eyes traveled down to the juncture of her long legs and my heart pounded as I gazed at her trimmed pussy with its slight sprinkling of blonde hair. “God, you’re beautiful, Jess.”

My words seemed to bring tears to her eyes and I made a mental note to say it to her every day if I had the chance. I so wanted to dive between her legs but I thought she deserved something better than a quickie, something to let her know that my intentions, that this wasn’t a one-night stand. I lay back beside her, losing myself into her deep blue eyes while my left hand gently Eryaman Escort traversed the length of her body. A deep shudder moved through her and she closed her eyes in pleasure, gasping lightly as my hand swept heavily across her sensitive nipples.

I couldn’t control myself any longer. I bent and took one rosy bud into my mouth, sucking hard enough to bring a sexy growl from her throat and her hands cupped my head, pulling me closer. I started to really suck on her nipple then, nibbling, licking and chewing until she was bucking beneath me, her body quivering uncontrollably. My evil streak took hold of me and I pried her hands off of my head, pulling away.

“Alexa, please.”

I wanted to make her work for it. I wanted her to burn for my touch but I was so hungry for the taste of her that I couldn’t prolong my agony, much less hers. With lust buzzing in my veins, I ran my hands along he planes of her thighs, pressing against the insides of her knees and holding my breath as they opened before me, white gates leading to my idea of heaven. Her pussy lips spread open, light pink segueing into dark magenta parted by a silky river of honey. I licked my lips and crawled over.

I moaned and closed my eyes as my tongue slid deep inside her honey pot, immediately meeting her pearly river. She mirrored my moan, spreading her legs wider and rubbing her crotch harder against my straining tongue. I wrapped my arms around her ass and torso, grinding my face into her and letting her ride me as she needed. It took a few seconds before her moans became screams and her entire body was quaking as she came, Sincan Escort her fingers weaved into my hair. The sounds of her weak gasps filled the air and I redoubled my efforts, bringing her to another orgasm that left her a quivering mass. I moved back up her gorgeous body and gave her a long, deep kiss, loving the way that she clung to me as I cupped her still pulsing sex.

I reached over and flicked off the light, then moved down into the bed, pulling Jess against me. She snuggled against me, still whimpering in the throes of ecstasy and I reached down, smoothing her hair back from her face and I was surprised to see tears glistening on her cheek.

“Jess? Baby?” I tilted her head up, searching her eyes in the moonlit darkness. “What is it?”

“Nothing.” She whispered, hastily wiping her face.

“It’s not nothing, Jess.” I slid down so that our noses were touching and I pressed a soft kiss to her trembling lips. “Please tell me what’s wrong?”

“There’s nothing wrong.” She ran a finger along my bottom lip, watching the movement and I pursed my lips to kiss her fingertip. “I just feel so good.”

“Good.” I kissed her forehead and wrapped my arms around her. “Now go to sleep, baby. Morning’s going to come too soon.”

I heard her exhalation of relief and wondered what that was all about but I drifted off to sleep before I could figure it out. In the morning, I awoke alone, wondering if I’d dreamed the whole encounter but my sticky thighs told me differently. I popped into the shower and made my way to the kitchen, setting the kettle on for tea and found a note attached to my box Etlik Escort of earl grey.

Good morning, Alexa, Sorry that I couldn’t stay but … well, to be honest, I feel kinda funny after last night. I want to apologize for being so forward and I hope that we can still be friends. Thanks for everything, Jess.

I didn’t think. I left my apartment, went down the stairs and angrily knocked on her door. It took her about five minutes to answer the door and I held the note out to her. “What the fuck is this?”

She rubbed her eyes sleepily, looking confused. “It’s the note that I left you.”

“But what is this that you wrote? You feel kinda funny? You want to be friends now?”

“Alexa … “

“What did last night mean?” Her eyes met mine and my heart dropped as I watched them fill with tears. I stepped forward and pulled her into my arms. “I don’t want to be friends, Jess.” I murmured, lightly kissing her ear. “I want to be your friend and lover.”

I felt her sag against me, her breath hot on my neck as she sobbed in my embrace. “I’m so sorry.”

I shushed her gently. “Look at me, Jess.” I gazed into her beautiful crystal blue eyes, willing my feelings into her. “I’m not into one night stands and I would never have made love to you if I wasn’t interested in having a relationship with you. Are you interested in me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” I grinned, releasing her. “That’s good to know. Now I have to get going or I’ll be late. Will you be home tonight?” She shook her head. “Would you have dinner with me tonight?” Again, she shook her head, smiling shyly. “Good. I’ll call you on the way home from work.”

I turned and headed back to the stairs but she caught me before I reached the door, pulling my mouth down to hers and giving me the sweetest, softest kiss, one that had my nipples hard in mere seconds. “See you tonight.”

I climbed the stairs on shaky legs, my heart pounding and a dreamy smile on my face as I thought about seeing her later tonight.

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