ass and I said I just needed to call my husband Steve and make sure he would not worry about me. "Do you think he would mind you going to our place?" Jil said smiling and checking my cleavage out. "No dear, I have told him all about you and Sara." "You have? What did you tell him?" "That I thought you were both at least Bi and that you wanted my body." I said and as I said this I laughed so they would not get nervous. Sara leaned forward and whispered, "Well, you are wrong about us." "I am?" I said. "Yes, we are les, not Bi." "Is that all I am wrong about?" I asked her. "No, the rest is right on, we do want to seduce you." I felt myself playing with the buttons on my blouse and making two more come open, "They, I was right." Sara and Jill smiled and said, "Yes, you were, are you nervous?" "No dear" I told them, "I want to be with you too." My blouse came open, all the way unbuttoned now and showing my black lace body suit with no bra, my dark nipples getting hard. We all got up and left the class taking the stairs to the ground floor.

Sara pushed me against the wall and kissed me deep, her hands pulling the neck which was plunging anyway, down, freeing my breasts. Her hands grabbed me and began squeesing my tits making me moan. Then Jill kissed me as Sara moved away and got behind me, her hands taking my chest in a tight grip, finding my nipples and pinching them hard and had Jill not been kissing me I would have screamed loud but it was muffled by her kiss. "Oh please, take me to bed." I moaned. "We will but first we want to play some here." Jill said kissing my neck.

My pants came down to my knees and then off and I felt them pulled away from me. The snaps on the crotch of my body came loose and Sara slipped her hand between my legs. I was soaked already and so it met no resistence as three fingers slipped deep into my pussy. I was sliping down the wall to the floor and Jill was quickly between my legs, her face burried and her tongue in me making me shiver and my hips convulse with another orgasm soaking her face. "Oh, fuck, she soaked my face and shirt!" she almost yelled in the stairwell. "I squirt," I said almost shyly. "No woman, you bout pissed." She said laughing. "We need to take her home to bed" Jill said. "I told you before>" I said my hips still moving with her nahd between my legs.

"Go pull the car up" Sara told Jill and she left. I reached for my jeans on the floor and blouse and Sara stopped me, picking them up herself and stuffing them into her bag. "I did not say yu could get dressed, you will not need these." I began to speak but she grabbed my tits hard, squeesing them making tears come to my eyes. She pulled the nipples again, hard twisting them and hen pulling them out from my body. I began to cry out again and she slapped me and told me, "You will do as we say, when we say with who we say for the weekend, got that?" "Yes." I managed to whimper and felt waves of heat go through my hips as another orgasm made my hips convulse against her leg. She smiled as my pussy soaked her jeans and then pulled my body suit off me entirely. I was naked now and she stood there. The horn on the car sounded and she looked out the door of the stairwell. There were some people around but she pushed me towards the car some 20 feet away. She had my arm and prevented me from covering myself in any way.

She pushed me into the back seat and got in with me and told Jill, "Let's go. We drove with her always teasing my body, fingering my pussy and sudenly she said, "Think it will take it Jil?" "Hell, try?" Jill said. "Take what I said and then she was massaging my pussy. "Spread the legs Baby, as far as you can so it will not hurt." She began sinking her fingers into my pussy, two, then three, then four, then her hand went on and another orgasm soaked her wrist. "Oh yes, yes." I was crying out now, "Oh yes." She began fisting my pussy hard and deep and fast making my hips ride her arm. Naked I gave up myself to these beautiful young women. I was 40 and they were 20 or so and they had me as their slave.

We got to their home and they drove into a driveway. Lights on in the house were bright. "I thought you had an apartment." I said. "We do, this is a friend's house and there is a party tonight. You are the entertainment." We drove up and the door opened and several women came out. All ages were there, late teens, 20s, 30s and even one I knew was 55 or so. Several were naked and others dressed and some in the middle. A woman came t me and kissed me, "I have so wanted to be with you Teresa, glad the girls brought you." "Salina?" I said and she kissed me again. "Yes, come with us" and two women took my arms and led my into a well lited living room. "I can't believe al this" I said.

I was laid on a couch and a woman laid next to me, "Believe it sweetheart" and she kissed me.

My weekend was full of pleasure and the rest will be told if this recieves good reviews.

Thanks all. Love. Tess.

wards, things could only get better from there. After that awkward introduction, we simply clicked - it wasn't hard to tell, because not only did we enjoy each other's company when we were both in a good mood, but also when one of us was going through a low point, which tended to happen now and then when you're living so close to each other in a crowded dorm. We shared a good sense of humour, and could also respond to each other's problems and talk seriously when we had to.

She was very attractive, that was obvious to me - and a few of the guys in the dorm as well, of course. She was tall and angular, her blonde hair flowed down to her shoulders, and she certainly wasn't lacking anything in her figure, although to be perfectly honest, that was something that barely occupied my thoughts to begin with. There was a strength and determination in her face, some quality behind those mesmerising green eyes, that captivated me, and I suppose that was where the roots of my infatuation lay. It was something I would have dismissed as absurd if I had been conscious of it for a long time, right up until the moment when it hit me.

I don't want to give the impression that I trailed around star-struck after her, desperately trying to be noticed and appreciated; I had other friends whom I could hang out with from time to time, but I always preferred to be with her if I could, and it's safe to say she was in a different league to me socially. She couldn't help but be the centre of attention at parties, not that she minded, and I always envied her ability to converse and flirt with the men around her while fending off their clumsy advances and making quite clear that at the end of the day, she was in charge. I knew I couldn't be that sort of person, and I accepted that. I can be sociable up to a point, but I'm not the life and soul of the party; some people just aren't.

When the time came to try and find a place off campus, we looked to each other right away, and before long we had found somewhere for just the two of us. I was really excited at the thought of being closer to Holly, which should have told me something, but the move didn't interrupt her social life much. There was a steady stream of friends arriving to meet her and head off somewhere else, and also her regular boyfriend. I felt like my routine was pretty pedestrian in comparison to hers. And yet in those moments we had together, whether we were both relaxing or mutually panicking over assignments and papers, I could feel myself becoming more attracted to her, watching her face intently as she spoke, hanging on her every word. It was a major-league crush, but of course I wouldn't admit that to myself at the time.

Sharing a room with her didn’t make things any easier. If I ever struggled to get to sleep at night, and it happened plenty of times, I ended up lying awake watching her in the bed a few feet away from me. Just watching her breathe gently, her chest rising and falling as her face remained calm and serene. Even then I didn’t really connect my fixation - my obsession - with any overtly sexual thoughts. It wasn’t as simple as that.

But then one morning, when she had gotten up nice and early and I had lounged in bed for as long as possible, I reluctantly hauled myself up and staggered down the hallway to the kitchen in my pyjamas. As I was trudging along, the bathroom door opened and Holly came flying out with only a towel held loosely over her dripping wet body. That certainly woke me up.

"Oh, Laura, sorry! Geez, I… uh…" She clasped the towel tighter around herself, and blushed visibly. I must have looked just as embarrassed, I certainly felt it. It was the surprise more than anything else, because honestly, I couldn’t really see anything.

"Um… I’m just going to have some breakfast," I said wryly, pointing down the hallway. "You’ll be dressed by the time I come back, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," she said hurriedly, shooting me an apologetic smile as she turned to head back to the bedroom. "Sorry." And I stood and watched her walk away, my eyes focused on the damp fronds of her hair and the droplets of water trickling down her legs, and thought to myself: please, don’t be sorry on my account. Outwardly I shrugged it off when I saw her again, and she forgot about it; I didn’t. In fact, for the rest of the day all I could do was fantasise about what was under that towel. I hadn’t realised I could have such a one-track mind.

It was only when Holly was unexpectedly dumped by her boyfriend - and maybe I was biased, but I couldn't figure out for the life of me why any guy would dump her - that the full extent of my feelings for her dawned on me. I was her shoulder to cry on that evening, quite literally, and the longer we were in physical contact the more uncomfortably aware I became of her warmth, the smell of her hair, the curve of her body. Uncomfortable, because I couldn’t do anything except sit there and pretend that I didn’t feel that way. My hands stayed still, hugging her close to me, for what seemed like hours; I don’t know how I managed it. The urge was simply overpowering… and at that moment, I knew.

I was a different person from then on. Holly was lodged permanently in my brain, during my most mundane daily activities and my most, uh, intimate ones too. If I’m in the mood then I can be turned on by quite a few images and scenarios when I’m masturbating, but now they all ended up with me and her together. I didn’t bother to resist those thoughts for very long; instead I embraced them, and my clit thanked me for it afterwards. But no matter how hard I managed to climax, when I came down from that euphoric high the very next thing that hit me was the knowledge that they were just thoughts. Nothing more.

Of course, Holly didn’t sense for a moment that I had crossed the line from being a best friend into something more serious, and I couldn’t blame her for that. I was so afraid of making some clumsy move that would end our friendship for good that if anything I was more distant when I was around her. She must have realised that I was acting strangely, but couldn’t find a reason for it. And so it went on. I don’t think I would ever have had the courage to tell her how I felt, if it hadn’t accidentally been forced out of me instead.

One evening I was struggling to get to sleep in sticky, oppressive heat that seemed to hang around me in the room, despite the best efforts of the air conditioning. I was sprawled on my mattress dressed only in a T-shirt that came down to my thighs, and even that felt like too much in these conditions. It didn’t take long for my mind to settle on a familiar subject, sleeping quite heavily a few feet away from me. After some tossing and turning, I decided that if I couldn’t get off one way, I was going to get off another.

My eyes fixed on Holly’s immobile form, I eased my right hand down between my legs and began to finger myself. I was already caked in sweat down there, very soon I had added some more bodily secretions to the mixture. I could feel my heart beginning to beat faster, blood coursing through me, as I geared up for the exertion I would need. As I shut my eyes, my head was filled with an image of Holly, kneeling in front of me, her arms wrapped tightly around her naked body and her legs pulled up to her chest. Seeming so defensive, but then gradually uncurling herself as I watched… her face breaking into a smile as she revealed herself to me completely. Her hands running over her torso, caressing her breasts, before finally wending their way down to her pussy. She spread her lips open, revealing an expanse of pink, moist flesh, and then beckoned me forward with a single finger. Already, as I shuffled closer and took in the sight before me, I could almost taste her scent on the tip of my tongue…

I gasped suddenly as I pressed too sharply on my achingly sensitive clit, feeling a jolt of energy run through my body. With a nervous glance over at Holly, who had not stirred, I slowly began to massage it, carefully rationing the incredible sensations that I got from it. By now my crotch and my hands were absolutely soaked in my own juices, but I just felt like wallowing in the mess and adding to it a little more. Eventually however, as I really got to work on my pussy with three frantically thrusting fingers, I started to emit groans that were too loud to carry on without waking my roommate up; so I rolled over onto my stomach and buried my face in my hot pillow, trying to muffle my voice as I humped my clenched, oozing fist against the mattress with desperate intensity.

It felt dirty, almost sordid, to be getting these pleasures in such a sneaky, covert way, but it turned me on even more and before long I was ready to erupt. Raising my hips off the bed slightly, I squealed into the pillow as the orgasm ripped through me, then exhaled, softly, at length and slumped down onto the sheets, trying to recover my composure. The heat I had generated in my body only added to the warm climate I was lying in, and it took some time for both body and brain to cool off and for me to finally slip into the sleep that I needed for the next day.

When I woke up the next morning, I glanced over at the other bed and realised that Holly was already up. I wondered briefly whether she could have heard me during the night, but dismissed the suggestion and quickly began to prepare for a busy day ahead. I got dressed and had breakfast with Holly; she greeted me as usual and we chatted quite mindlessly as we always did at this time of day. Nothing seemed at all amiss, and it was only when I went back into the bedroom to collect my bag, and she followed me in to sit on her bed, that she broke the bombshell.

"So, did it feel as good as it sounded last night?" she asked breezily as I packed my things, my back turned to her.

I froze mid-action, knowing instinctively what she meant, but unwilling to expose myself to the embarrassment. "I don't know what you mean."

"Come on Laura, I know what it is you were up to. You put on quite a show for a while." God, was I really that bad at hiding it? I turned back to face her, and she obviously saw in an instant how embarrassed I felt - but she didn't know the half of it. "It's no big deal, it's not like I've never done the same myself." My heart skipped a beat at that.

I sank down onto my bed, trying to avoid eye contact with her. "I... I was trying to be quiet, I didn't mean to keep you awake or anything," I murmured.

"Hey, you don't need to apologise to me! When you're all worked up, there's no sense in holding back for someone else's sake." She paused for a moment, and then asked teasingly, "So, what was it that got you hot under the collar then, Laura? What were you thinking about when you were doing it?"

The inquiry sent a cold wave of fear through me as I sat staring vacantly at the carpet. Oh God Holly, don't ask me that question, please don't ask me, because you really don't want to hear the answer, I thought to myself. "It doesn't matter... I don't really want to talk about it," I said unconvincingly, praying that she would let the whole thing drop. She didn't.

"I'm just curious, that's all. I can keep a secret, you know me - what was it? Or who was it, should I say."

My throat was as dry as sandpaper, my palms sweating, but in the midst of this fear it suddenly occurred to me, with bizarre clarity, that I would never have a better opportunity than this to at least tell her how I felt. "I..." With a faint sense of unreality, as though my mind was divorced from my body, I looked up, met Holly's enquiring gaze, and told her frankly, "I was thinking about how much I wanted to put my mouth in your pussy."

That certainly stopped her from asking any more questions. She froze, the movement in her eyes minimal as she stared back at me in disbelief. Before she had the chance to offer any sort of reply, I stood up, slung my bag over my shoulder and walked out of the room. I somehow sensed her turning in my direction as I left, perhaps thinking of calling me back, but I heard no sound as I walked calmly out of the apartment door and made my way downstairs to the exterior of the building. And it was there that I stopped, collapsed against the wall and began to wonder what the hell I had just done.

I couldn't go in there again and face her, but equally I didn't feel like going blithely to my classes as if nothing important had happened. So I just started walking aimlessly around the town streets, my brain churning with the terrible consequences of my actions. I had just wrecked a wonderful friendship, destroyed it forever most likely, and on a more practical level, there was the definite possibility that I would have to find somewhere else to live if Holly didn't entirely fancy sharing a place with someone who had the hots for her.

The thing I kept kicking myself mentally for was what I had actually said. “I want to put my mouth in your pussy.” Huh? Not I love you, not I’m crazy about you, not I’ve been thinking about you for so long… nope, “I want to put my mouth in your pussy.” How romantic. But really, it seemed like the only appropriate response. She hadn’t asked me how I felt about her. She knew exactly what I had been doing the night before; and so therefore, she wanted to know exactly what I was thinking about when I had my fingers jammed between my legs frantically pleasuring myself. And I had told her the truth. It was a spur of the moment thing, and on reflection I don't think it was anatomically correct.... but damn it, it was how I felt.

I had my cellphone with me, and made a conscious decision to keep it switched on; Holly and I normally called each other a couple of times a day, and I think I was hoping that she would make the first step to try and resolve the situation without me having to do it instead. It didn't ring once all day.

The town was actually quite a nice place to spend an afternoon wandering around, but eventually I realised that I would have to go back to the apartment at some stage. A decent meal beforehand probably made me feel better, even though I was still dreading the prospect of seeing Holly again. It was with hesitance that I arrived back at the building in the early evening and found my way to the apartment. The door was unlocked, and as I carefully slipped inside, I looked around furtively in the hope that she wasn't there and I could sneak back to my room unnoticed. Like most of my assumptions that day, I was wrong.

She had obviously heard the door open, and her demeanour as she came out of the kitchen into the living room was of someone perplexed and confused, who wanted answers. "Laura, wait," she said to me as I headed towards the bedroom.

"There's nothing I can say to you," I replied dismissively, which was an incredibly dumb thing to declare in the circumstances. I wasn't thinking clearly at all.

"Well, there's something I can say to you," she added in a softer voice. "Please…"

"There isn't much point, is there, if I have to move out soon."

"What? What gave you that idea? Look, just sit down with me. Please!" I gazed at her properly for the first time since that morning, and saw the imploring look in her eyes. Reluctantly, my skin crawling with the awkwardness of it all, I sat down at one end of the nearby couch. She perched at the far end, still clearly at a loss for words. When you've recently told someone that you want to eat them out, it's understandably difficult to strike up a normal conversation afterwards.

"What you told me this morning," she eventually began nervously, "that wasn't... you were being serious, right? It wasn't a joke?" She caught my expression and immediately said, "Nope, nope, of course not. Stupid question." Another long pause. "Look, Laura... maybe... maybe we've just gotten a little too close in the last few months, you know? It's not surprising, with us living together, that you'd start to be attracted to me... God, that sounds arrogant."

I could see her trying to rationalise it in her mind, to make sense of it all, but she clearly wasn't ready to accept the idea that I was in love with her - and I wasn't exactly ready to tell her that either, so we weren't really getting anywhere. "I mean, I… I never knew that you were…"

"Neither did I," I said flatly. "I still don’t know whether I am or not. It’s not as simple as that. The only thing I’m certain about…" I looked up at her, and choked on my words.

"How long have you felt like this?" she asked quietly, apparently accepting at least that I was attracted to her.

"I don't know for sure, it just... developed, I guess. That's the way these things happen, isn't it? But I mean, if you want a date, then I suppose it was when you broke up with Steve and you were upset about it that evening. When I was sitting there on the couch holding you… I can’t tell you what I wanted to do to you at that moment."

Holly sat there and took all this in, staring into the middle distance as she absorbed this new information.

"I’m just afraid of spoiling what we have," she eventually said nervously. "I mean, we’ve had such a great time together as friends, I feel like I can tell you anything, and you can tell me anything… and damnit, I should be able to cope with this. It‘s my fault."

I was starting to dissolve into tears. "No, it’s not. You didn’t do anything except be there. I’m the one who burdened you with this, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry." By now I was staring down numbly at the floor in front of me. "I ruined everything just for the sake of some stupid dream…"

My verbal flow was suddenly halted as I felt a hand gently clasp my chin and turn my head to the left. I was abruptly silenced as Holly leant forward and planted a long, lingering, wet kiss squarely on my lips. I was in heaven as I felt her warm tongue touch mine and her fingers run through my light brown, curly hair, even as the air in my lungs ran out and I found myself fighting for breath. When we finally parted, she was breathing just as heavily as me, and in her eyes I could see reflected all the desire that I had carried for her for so long.

"You don't have to dream any more," she breathed softly, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

ally liked my hair, it was a mass of curls that resembled a fright wig on a bad day, but as Holly ran her fingers gently through it I felt sexier and more desirable than I ever had before. At the same time I brushed my fingers lightly over her chest, cupping her left breast. God, it was just as firm and supple as I'd always imagined it would be.

Holly withdrew from me, slowly teasing my bottom lip with her upper one, and then licked both of hers approvingly. "Mmmm," she murmured huskily, her arms draped over my shoulders.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I whispered, a part of me still afraid that she would back out.

“I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t,” she replied. Leaning forward, she began to kiss my neck and throat, clutching my head. The touch of her lips on my skin felt utterly incredible. She was wearing more than I was, but that wasn’t going to stop me from making her feel as good as I did at that moment. I reached out and started to rub her stomach through her sweater, then lowered my attention to the jeans fabric pressed tightly around her crotch. I established a soft but insistent rhythm that I gradually started to increase, running my fingers over the material and then cupping her pussy in my hand.

Holly was soon paying close attention to what I was doing; she looked down, her eyes locked on my hand, and spread her legs a little further apart. I realised that she was actually starting to grind her hips against me, wanting to take me into herself. As her head lolled forward a faint whimper emerged from her mouth; it was music to my ears. I was sitting here slowly masturbating the woman of my dreams. I would have carried on all the way to the finish if she had allowed me, but she didn’t. She gently grasped my hand and indicated for me to stop. I quickly found out why.

“You know what you told me this morning?” she asked me, trembling slightly. I nodded; she looked downwards for a moment. “Well… here’s your chance.” She slid off the couch and, kicking her shoes off, moved over to stand in front of a nearby armchair. Once she had turned to face me, she kept eye contact with me as her hands moved carefully down to the zipper on her jeans.

I listened intently as she unzipped her fly, my tongue massaging my bottom lip; I must have looked so perverted at that moment, but I couldn’t help myself. Holding her jeans up, she sat down in the chair and raised her legs to give me a good, long look as she slipped them off. I swallowed heavily at the sight of her perfectly tanned and toned limbs, thrust into the air, and realised that this was the view her boyfriends had gotten. No wonder she had to beat people off with a stick. But tonight at least, the view was mine.

And of course the best part of that view was those white panties, clinging tightly between her thighs. Holly obviously thought so too, because when she lowered her legs back down she kept them spread invitingly apart, beckoning me forwards. Urging me to turn my far-fetched fantasy into a wonderful reality.

For an instant I wondered whether we had gone too far, whether I knew what I was doing, but then a voice inside me told me to stop dithering and just get on with it. In fact, the more I watched Holly the more I was driven on to make good on what I had confessed to her that day. I wanted to give her the best damn tongue-fucking she'd ever had, or ever would have. She deserved nothing less.

Dropping to my knees, I shuffled up to Holly until I was perched right in front of the armchair, her outstretched legs almost resting on my shoulders. My eyes were immediately drawn to her crotch, but it would have been too obvious to go for that right away. So I spread my hands over the top of her thighs and began to gingerly massage them; simultaneously I lowered my head and kissed the insides of her knees. She moaned softly, and I could tell I was on the right track. Slowly, methodically, I began to work my way up her legs, alternately kissing and licking her inner thighs while kneading the flesh on the other side. It was a long process, but all the time Holly was getting steadily more excited and her grip on my head grew tighter and tighter, urging me on.

My chest was balanced over the fabric of the chair seat, and all of a sudden I felt Holly's fingers darting towards the buttons on my blouse, eager to get at my tits. I grabbed her arms gently and stopped her; for now at least, this was all about her, not me.  Slightly annoyed, she squeezed my nipples through my bra, which made me gasp. I exhaled sharply, then looked up at her to see a naughty smile on her face. "You're going to pay for that," I warned her sternly, before dissolving into giggles.

Well, she was certainly going to get what was coming to her, that's for sure. I could smell her pussy by now, and when I reached out to gently touch the material of her panties, they were soaking wet to the touch. With my index finger I described small semi-circular motions over her crotch, trying to trace the outline of her vagina; when I looked up once more, Holly was no longer smiling, and her face was flushed crimson as her breathing became slower and heavier. Once I was good and ready, I leaned forward and extended my tongue, wanting to add my own saliva to what was already there and make her feel like she was sitting in a pool of her own pussy juice. I could taste her faintly as her underwear got even more sodden than it was before. The mass of fluid that seeped through the garment soon turned it transparent, and finally I could see exactly what I was aiming at. I gave it a couple of tender, explorative kisses.

Leaning back again, I hooked my fingers through the waistband of her panties and carefully slid them off her hips. There was a loud sucking sound as they detached from between her legs, which was testament to just how wet she and I had made them. Once they reached her ankles, I slipped them off and held them up to my face right in front of her. She watched as I inhaled her scent deeply, savouring the smell that filled my nostrils. It's not like I have a panty fetish or anything, but at that moment the thought of it was just too hot for me to resist. I could already see Holly's fingers moving towards her clit, desperate to stimulate herself after what she had seen. I quickly restrained her before she got there. "Oh please, Laura," she whispered imploringly to me. "Please..."

It was something I never thought I would experience, even in my wildest flights of fancy; me, holding the most beautiful girl I'd ever known on a piece of string, working her up into such a lather that she was begging me for relief. Her, begging me! It didn’t seem real, but it was, and so was the task ahead of me. Not that it felt like a chore, but I really didn’t know what I was doing. I mean, how had her other lovers done it to her in the past? Should I ask for some tips? That might just spoil the mood. My best bet was to do what I enjoyed having done to me - but then, I’d never had a woman going down on me before either, and my experience in general was rather limited in this area.

Just do what you feel, I decided. I couldn’t get inside Holly’s head, but if she was anywhere near as turned on right now as I was, then hopefully she could forgive a bit of imperfect technique; and if her pussy was any indication, she was very turned on indeed. Her labia were swollen around a pink, fleshy mound of supple tissue that was already dripping wet; I followed the contours of her vagina, up past the nub of her clitoris, to the tiny patch of pubic hair that trailed away into bare skin. God, it was as beautiful as the rest of her. The smell and the warmth of her genitals flooded my face as I extended my tongue and licked up the length of her pussy, softly. It was a single stroke, as delicate as I could possibly make it, and I felt Holly’s calves clench against my shoulder blades as I did it. I was on the right track. 

I waited ten seconds - I actually counted them, as she stared down at me with a look of impatience - and then went in again, only this time the lick was slightly more prolonged, more lingering, and I caught her juices on the tip of my tongue. I held them there until my neck was craned upwards, my eyes staring straight into hers, and then swallowed ostentatiously. Her face lit up as I gulped the strong, warm liquid down my throat, letting her know how delicious she tasted. It was no act. All the nerve endings in my body were suddenly on fire, blood rushed to my head… I felt giddy. For a few seconds I shut my eyes and plunged my hand underneath my skirt, feeling myself through my panties. I was building up a little reservoir of my own down there; but, it would have to wait.

I returned my focus to where it needed to be, and began to explore Holly for the third time. I really did explore this time round, pressing my tongue against the folds of her vagina - no, allowing them to press against me - and lapping at the moist flesh that squirmed underneath my touch. I inched my way upwards until I was resting over her red, engorged clit, straining out of its hood. I gave it one gentle lick and Holly almost bolted out of the chair, a gasp erupting from her wide open mouth. “Oh, God!!!” she screeched, gripping the arms of the chair as she wrapped her legs tighter around my body, drawing me closer in. OK, so I didn’t want to overdo that.

I didn’t want to waste any more time teasing her either, though. Instead, when I went down for what she thought would be another tantalising lick, I ran my lips as well as my tongue over her pussy, stretching the muscles in my jaw to try and encompass as much of her as I could. With my mouth clamped over her private parts like a suction cup, I settled down and began to eat. I tried just about everything I could think of; I stuck my tongue as far up her vaginal passage as I could, I took the loose skin on her clitoral hood into my mouth and sucked it out over and over again, I delved so deep and hard that my nose was pushed into her passage.  I inhaled again - always inhale, I told myself flippantly.

I don’t know how much of what I did was me trying to imitate something I’d seen in porn, but it seemed to work. Holly settled down into a pattern of soft, subdued moans which made me tingle inside, punctuated by an occasional sharper cry when I switched to something different. She held my head firmly in place, running her fingers through my hair, and that sensation was doing good things to me as well.

Deciding on a different approach, I squeezed my right hand underneath her heaving torso; a large, sticky patch had collected on the fabric below her, and I could feel the fluid slipping over my palm as I reached through and began to slowly rub the sensitive skin on her perineum. She responded, propping herself up slightly to give me more room to work with. I traced little circles with my index finger, nothing too intense, and when I thought I could risk it I moved further back and began to rub around her asshole. That was all I did, all I felt comfortable doing for now, but the moment she sensed the stimulation in that area she quivered noticeably, and her breathing picked up. Well, that gave me some ideas for the future…

Most of my attention was centred on her pussy, however. I smothered it in deep, wet kisses, making love to it as if it was Holly’s mouth that I was feeling inside mine. As I did so I made absolutely sure that I kept eye contact with her, letting her know that I was there to do whatever she wished, that I wanted to satisfy her in every way possible, and that I wasn’t going to stop eating her until she came right there in front of me. It almost got to the point where I didn’t want to come up for air, so intent was I on giving her pleasure. Holly took hold of my left hand, which was caressing her thigh, and clasped my fingers tightly in hers as she returned my gaze. Oh God, how I wished I could have frozen that moment forever.

But it didn’t take long for the whole experience to overwhelm her. I heard her gasps quicken in pace, saw her chest begin to rapidly rise and fall out of the corner of my eye. I zeroed in on her clit, and she pinned her thighs tightly around the side of my head; the sweat pouring off her flushed skin mingled with the beads of perspiration on my brow, and with my face half-covered in her fluids already I wondered for a second whether I would drown in all of it. Even with my ears squeezed against my face, though, I listened intently to the sounds of her orgasm. “Mmmm… oh, shit… oh my God… mmm…. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes… oh yeeesssss!!!!”

The crescendo suddenly cut out as she flung her head back against the chair in a silent scream, her entire body convulsing uncontrollably. Her legs shook against my shoulders, and I held them in place, not wanting to let go until it was over. It was only after a few seconds that she righted her head, then with her eyes screwed up let out a piercing yell that almost sounded painful, but which I knew was the sign of a really, really good climax. I felt her vaginal walls shudder and contract against my tongue, eking a final residue of her own cum that I slurped up to add to the mass of fluid already inside my mouth. I was still performing mopping-up duties as she slowly came down off her ecstatic high, her breathing fast and ragged.

She slumped back against the chair. I got up, rather unsteadily as I had been on my knees for so long, and squeezed myself in beside her, my legs draped over hers. She leant on my shoulder for a moment, recovering her composure. The feeling of her warm, panting mouth resting on me turned me on even more than her orgasm had done, but this wasn't the time to start things up again. “God…” Holly eventually gasped, looking at me with a dazed smile on her face. “Laura, are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

“Never,” I said quietly.

“Then how… where did you learn to do it so well?”

I tapped the side of my head. “In here.” My eyes roved down across her body, taking it all in once more. “I had plenty of practice there.”

Holly absorbed what I was saying for a second, then pulled my head down to hers and kissed me. A jolt of alarm ran through me as our lips made contact; I had her cum smeared all over my face, and inside my mouth, and wondered for a moment whether she would be turned off by it. From the way her tongue explored mine, however, she was far from disturbed at the feeling of tasting herself.

“You are so beautiful,” she whispered to me as we broke away, her hands caressing my cheeks. As she continued to stare at me, they wandered down the length of my body until all of a sudden they were resting on my, uh, other pair of cheeks. She began to rub me there, her fingers teasing at the hem of my skirt, and I could feel the excitement starting to rise in my pelvis.

“You, um…” Oh God, it felt amazing down there… “You don’t have to do this if you don’t…”

“Yes I do,” she said abruptly. “Yes, I do. Stand up and take of your clothes. Please.” I swallowed deeply, and slid off the chair with slowness verging on reluctance. I wanted her to see me and touch me more than anything else in the world, but I still couldn’t shake off the stupid fear that she would be disappointed in me, in my body. I mean, I didn’t spend my summer vacations getting tanned, as she obviously did, and as for the state of my stomach and legs… well, I didn’t want to go there.

I began to methodically undo the buttons on my blouse one by one, looking down at my work with a little too much detachment, and only when I was halfway down did I see, out of the corner of my eye, the eagerness and anticipation on Holly’s face. Wow, she’s really into this, I thought to myself. She really wants to look at me… so I’d better take things more slowly. Carefully, trying to tease her and probably failing miserably, I finished unbuttoning myself and stood there, letting her admire me. Her eyes followed my movements as I gently slipped the fabric off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, a little more exposed, a little more vulnerable.

There I was, my pallid, trembling flesh erupting in goose pimples out of a mixture of sudden cold and fear; I was almost as white as the bra I was wearing. But Holly really didn’t care, and I shouldn’t have either. With a remarkable lack of ceremony she flung off the sweater she had kept on the whole time, then undid her bra and tossed it casually onto the floor.  I barely had time to admire the roundest, most perfectly formed pair of breasts I'd ever seen before she slipped off the chair, knelt down in front of me and reached nimbly for the zipper on my skirt. My breathing quickened as that came off too, dropping in a heap at my feet, and all I had on was my underwear. Holly placed her fingers against my heels and began to rub upwards, tracing circles on my shins with her thumbs, rhythmically stroking the back of my legs and squeezing portions of flesh between her fingers.

She briefly surveyed my stomach and then pressed her lips forward into it, smothering the area round my belly button with kisses. At the same time she began caressing my hips, her thumbs ever so lightly brushing against the waistband of my panties. I squirmed underneath her touch, my mind racing with the electrifying thought of what she might do to me. Looking down, all I could see was her blonde hair moving from side to side and the faintest glimpse of her mouth gliding over my skin, her tongue leaving glistening trails of saliva across the surface. The kisses got lower and lower, until she innocuously bent her head down level to my crotch and planted one right on my clit. I exhaled sharply; she looked up at me. “Take your bra off,” she ordered in a low whisper.

I quickly obeyed, driven by nothing more than a burning desire to be naked in front of her. Maybe there was a hint of hesitation as I eased the straps off my shoulders, but a moment later it was down on the floor with most of my other clothes and I was topless. Holly’s eyes zeroed in on my nipples, her tongue touching her upper teeth in anticipation, and stayed there as she gently slipped my panties off, running them down to my ankles and helping me step out of them. I felt a slight draft between my legs and realised that for the first time, I was completely exposed to her, flab and all.

Holly stood up to face me and gave me another lingering kiss. “Sit down,” she said in a much calmer tone, trying to get me relaxed. Feeling her hand momentarily clasp my shoulder as I turned to sit on the couch didn’t help in that regard. I sat back with my legs slightly apart and my arms draped protectively over my lap, alive with the possibilities of what we could do together but still afraid that I would be a disappointment to her somehow. How dumb it is that when you have a dream come true there’s still a part of you that wants it to remain a dream.

Holly sat beside me and drew herself up to me, her legs pulled up to her chest. She leant towards my neck and I felt her breath waft over me; shaking, I tilted my head back and shut my eyes as she kissed me just below my ear, her tongue lapping casually at my earlobe. She massaged my shoulders, then with the same circling motion she had used on my legs, worked her way down to my chest. For a few seconds she cupped my breasts, as though weighing them up; her fingers wandered inwards to the nipples, and she started to alternate between gentle caresses and sharper squeezes. I moaned under my breath.

“You like that, huh?” she asked teasingly. I nodded. “Well, I hope you enjoy this even more.” She slid her mouth down to my left breast, a grin half-visible on her face as it pressed against my skin, and gently extended her tongue to lap at my nipple. She was using a very similar technique to the one I had used on her pussy, and she knew it; with every lick she lingered a bit longer, applied more pressure, and got me more aroused. When she withdrew after wrapping the folds of her tongue around the nub, a thin strand of saliva stretched out from my breast to her mouth. Smiling, she leaned back towards me and smeared it over my bosom, adding to the moisture that was already gathered there.

At my prompting, Holly settled her mouth over the nipple and this time she stayed there, sucking at it hungrily. And she really stayed there. I had never had anyone lavish such attention and affection on my body as she did on my breasts in the next few minutes. She was like a child suckling for milk. After a while I stopped caring about the sensations; just the sight of her poised securely over my chest, her eyes closed in concentration and her lips engulfing a little more flesh with each movement, was enough to turn me on. I wondered if she was ever going to let go.

Her left hand was still circling my right breast, playing with the nipple, pinching it occasionally, rubbing the soft tissue together. It was a wonderful feeling, but she had other ideas in mind. She lowered her palm onto my stomach, holding it there so she could sense it rising and falling beneath her, and then began to inch downwards. When I realised where she was going I felt a tingle of anticipation run through my pelvis, a tingle that increased in intensity as she started to finger me gently between my legs. It was the lightest of touches… and it was all I could do to stop myself from coming right there and then.

I groaned suddenly, with enough urgency to make her stop and look up at me to see if something was wrong. “If you keep doing that,” I muttered, her hand still busy working away at my pussy, “you’re going to make me come. Right now. Do you want to watch that? Is that… what you want to see?” I was challenging her, even daring her in a way. Of course she wanted to watch me come. It was just a question of when.

Holly stopped what she was doing and looked me over for a moment, as if surveying the options in her mind. Then she smiled, and kissed my thigh. “Nope. Not yet.” She sat down fully on the couch beside me, her eyes cast downwards, and spoke awkwardly. “Would you, um… Geez, this is so tough for me to ask.”

“What is it?”

This time she made eye contact with me. “Would you… masturbate for me? Please?” She looked embarrassed to be even asking me such a question, as though she’d offended me. She hadn’t, but I was certainly taken aback.

“Um… well, yeah, I guess I could,” I replied flatly, not exactly filling her with confidence.

“Don’t do it if you’re not comfortable with it, though. Seriously. I don’t want you to have to pretend you’re feeling something you’re not. I want you to do it like you did when you were alone... when you were thinking of me.”

“Oh. I see.” My head was spinning with the thought of this. Was I ready to show her exactly how I felt about her in my most private moments, just how much she filled me with desire, even after all that we’d done already? I was half-terrified at the idea, but in the pit of my stomach I felt a surge of excitement mixed in with the nerves. When I looked at Holly again she had a sly expression on her face.

“You never know… maybe I can give you a little inspiration,” she said coyly.

“You bet you will,” I declared with a grin, and kissed her. “Where should we do it?”

“Come with me.” She stood up, took my hand and headed towards the bedroom. I followed her willingly, taking in the rear view which was almost as good as the front. Oh, she was so beautiful from every angle. When we reached the bedroom she sat down on the end of my bed and gestured for me to sit beside her. “Have you ever used anything when you’re doing it?” she asked briskly, as though comparing notes.

“Um… my fingers, mostly,” I admitted shyly. “I was thinking of getting a toy or something eventually…” I doubt I would have done, to be honest.

Holly grinned. “Well, today’s your lucky day!” She stood up, went over to the drawer and, after a few seconds’ rummaging, produced a small purple tubular object with a button at the flat end. She handed it to me with a matter of fact look on her face, registering my surprise. “You're not the only one who needs to get herself off now and then, you know,” she told me smoothly.

“I guess not,” I laughed, twirling the vibrator in my fingers. “So, you want me to…”

“I want you to lie down on the bed and get yourself off with that while I watch you,” Holly instructed me bluntly. “And I want you to let me see what you think about whenever you masturbate.”

“OK.” Trying not to dwell on the thought of it too long, and be overcome by nerves in the process, I drew my legs up and shuffled backwards onto the mattress until I was propped against the pillows; not in an ideal position, but I was just so desperate to get on with it. Holly grabbed another pillow from her bed and slid it under my ass, giving her a better view at the action. She knelt on the edge of bed, a fascinated spectator.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a spectacle, though. Sure, we had both seen each other’s exposed bodies by now, but being curled up naked beside Holly was hardly the same as lying there on show for her, my legs spread apart and my genitals pointed towards her face. I started up the vibe, applied it gingerly to the area around my clit, and tried to relax, but it wasn’t easy. In fact, I thought I was going to get nowhere until I felt Holly’s hands stroking my calves, in an attempt to soothe the tension inside my body.

“You really have a talent for this, Laura,” she said to me softly. “Opening your legs and pleasuring yourself down there. It’s no wonder you do it so often.” I heard her moan above the persistent buzz of the vibrator, and a thrill ran through my body as I realised how turned on she was by what I was doing. I rested my free hand on my breast, feeling my heartbeat increase.

“How often do you do it, Laura?” she teased me brazenly. “How often do you lie there and think about me while you’re fingering your pussy? While you’re making yourself come over and over again?”

“All the time,” I hissed back at her. “All the time.” I quickly licked my fingers and plunged them inside my vagina, working them deep as I began to move the vibe around more forcefully on my clit. I clenched my teeth against my lower lip in a contorted grimace, knowing that I didn’t look too attractive at that moment but determined to get the job done. My body was starting to respond too; I could sense the familiar tingling sensation building within my pelvis, only this time I knew it was going to be more intense than ever. How could it be anything else, with this gorgeous girl kneeling in front of me urging me on?

“I wonder what you want to do to me when you’re masturbating over me,” said Holly, sitting fully on the bed and spreading her thighs so I could get almost as good a look at her crotch as she could at mine. “Do you just want to touch my skin… hold my breasts close to you… squeeze the nipples until I’m begging you to stop…” Every sentence was met with a loud groan from me as I watched her do what she was describing. I could see the excitement beginning to mount in her as she saw she was taking me closer to the edge.

“Or maybe what you wanted all along was to see my pussy up close, right in front of you.” Holly used her fingers to spread her lips apart and expose the delicious pink flesh I’d sampled just minutes ago. “You didn’t just want to taste it. You wanted to bury your face in it until you were covered in my cum… you dirty, deceitful little girl.”

I leant back, her words washing over me, and could already feel something powerful welling up from deep inside me. But it was only when I heard the sound of her fingers slipping inside her, the sticky sound of wet folds being pushed aside, that I was suddenly gripped by the most overwhelming climax I’d ever experienced. Waves of pleasure shot down to my feet through my legs as they reared off the bed, convulsing ferociously. I gripped the sheets with my free hand, the other one still clutching the vibrator between my clenched thighs, and flung my mouth open in an attempt to dispel the dizziness in my mind and the burning in my body. It was certainly enjoyable, but it was almost too intense for me to cope with.

Frantic cries of ecstasy erupted from me as I flailed around helplessly on the bed, losing control of myself completely. After several more muscular spasms I reached my orgasmic peak and then gradually subsided. My breathing returned to normal as I lay curled up on my side, stars flaring over my closed eyes; and the best thing was knowing, even with them shut, that Holly would be there above me when I opened them again. She was smiling proudly when I set sight on her.

“Wow… Laura, you know how to do things right, don’t you?” She lay down beside me, her arm draped across my neck and shoulders. I was still shuddering at regular intervals.

“Oh my God,” I breathed softly, since I couldn’t talk with any more force. “I never knew I could come like that. It felt… it felt like I wasn’t even here. Like I was somewhere else.”

Holly reached down between my legs and induced a wince of pain from me the moment she strayed anywhere near my clit, which was still achingly sensitive. Carefully she skirted round it and instead began to mop up the liquid that had pooled on my thighs and pussy. Holding up her dripping hand close to my face, she observed, “Well, you didn’t mean to get that wet down there, did you?”, and licked some of it off her thumb. “Mmm. Lovely.” Then she pulled stray strands of my hair back. “Now, open wide.”

I didn’t even try to argue. I just opened my mouth and obediently sucked each outstretched finger totally dry, gazing up at her wide-eyed for approval in a childlike way. I’d tasted myself before but never in this quantity, and it was quite strong, almost metallic. I was never going to refuse if she offered it to me like this, however. I licked my lips approvingly when I had finished, and she grinned at me.

We lay side by side together and kissed, seemingly forever; we ran our hands tenderly over each others’ bodies, safe in the knowledge that we had each other now and we weren’t going to be separated any time soon. Holly finally dragged her hands away from my torso long enough to clutch my face, and gave me a briefer kiss. “Thank you so much. It can’t have been easy having a crush on me for so long and not being able to tell me how you felt. And believe me Laura, I’m really, really glad that you did.”

“I would have had to tell you eventually,” I rationalised. “But I never thought anything else would happen. I guess I misjudged you.”

“You certainly did,” said Holly with a naughty smile, and hugged me. “I wonder how everyone’s going to react when they find out, huh?”

The thought hadn’t even occurred to me; I was suddenly dismayed. “Oh no. Oh God, Holly, I couldn’t let anyone find out. I mean, imagine what they’re going to say about us…”

“I don’t care,” she replied calmly. “The clubs, the parties, the guys, all of it. I don’t care. Maybe now some of them will have to start hanging out with me because they like me, not because they want to get into my pants. And boy, I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when they find out that little Laura, the quiet, shy girl in the corner, was the one who turned me into a lesbian.”

Now there was an idea that filled me with pride, verging on glee; and it ensured that I had a big smile on my face as I cuddled up to Holly’s shoulder and fell into the most contented sleep I’d had in months.

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My mom found them a few weeks later hidden between my mattress and box springs.  She was upset at first and then as we talked and she truly understood.  She didn’t try to change me and she didn’t encourage me, but she didn’t punish me when she caught me in bed with her sister.  My aunt came over to see mom but she was gone and the next thing you knew she was in bed with me and my cherry sort of speak was given to my 43 year old aunt when I was just fifteen. 

 

I had a few intimate friends after that but only one girl made me purr, that was Monica.  She was 35, married to a workaholic that traveled the globe.  I was just turning eighteen when along came Thanksgiving weekend and my mom would plan her annual all day sales shopping spree.  I knew before sunup she left and sometimes before midnight she came home.  My dad and little brother would always get tickets to the game and they would shuffle off to watch the game and spend the night after that.  That meant I would be alone for two days basically, as mom would always sleep the Saturday after until well past midday, that is if she made it home, sometimes she would stay with my aunt and the two of them would share the days triumphs and I think a few more things too.  Not that my mom ever tried anything on me, but a few times I did see her spy on me in the shower or watch me sun bathe.

 

Now I was 5’7” 110 pounds, wavy blonde hair natural and deep blue eyes and a year round tanned body that was so smooth and shapely if I had wanted a man I could have had anybody.  I am built, 36D-26-36, with a flat firm belly and a round firm butt and most of all a shaven tight pussy that is so sensitive.

 

Monica was 5’2” 115 pounds, red pigtails flowed down from her head and highlighted two emerald eyes and freckled pink cheeks.  She had soft big lips and sort of angelic smile and her body was perfect for me.  She was 36C-30-36 and had soft looking thighs and her butt made me drool on more than one occasion.  It wasn’t flat or blunt, but sort big and sexy looking. 

 

That morning after everyone left I began to make myself desirable for her.  I had felt her out a couple of times and she always seemed to be one who didn’t know what she wanted, except she was tired of being alone.  So as I put on my silk blouse that was shear and white over my leather tied low cut pants and my red paten leather boots I knew I was sexy, and all I wanted was to attract her.

 

Around ten that morning I saw her car pull in, she went shopping early too but unlike my mom she knew when to stop.  As soon as I saw her in that black leather jacket and tight faded jeans, I got hot horny and on my way out the door.  That was just as the phone rang and my friend wanted to chat a few minutes.  By the time I hung up Monica had been inside for no more than twenty minutes.  I was dreaming of her answering the door in that outfit just as I knocked and she opened the door with a huge smile wearing only her lacy bra and panties and holding a silky red kimono in her arms.  With a funny glare I said, “I have died and gone to heaven.”

 

Monica snickered and quickly threw on the silky robe and as she tied it I walked in and was greeted with, “Oh dear Libby, I wasn’t expecting you.  I had hoped that Rodger was home.  I should have known better he said that he wouldn’t be able to make Thanksgiving but I was hoping he would get home today.”

 

I sort turned red in embarrassment and anger as I replied, “Well he would have enjoyed that view.  I know I will dream about that tonight.”

 

Monica laughed loudly and said, “Now darling you know you shouldn’t give out compliments’ to a woman who hears them never.”  She was tightening her robe as she added, “You could give a girl a big head.”

 

I was slowly moving towards her as I said aloud, “Why wouldn’t you get complements after all you are very lovely Monica.”

 

She smiled and then dropped her head and sort blushed with, “Comparing my looks to someone like you is like comparing a pear to an apple.”

 

I reach out my right hand and slowly slid it along her silky robe on her left arm as I said, “You know Monica someone else may find you attractive to the point that they dream of you nightly.”

 

She looked up into my eyes and smiled and as they sparkled at me she said, “Dear sweet innocent Libby, you are such a treasure.  Every time I see you I feel like…well like…”

 

“That you are sexy?” I finished her sentence.

 

“Yes, I guess.  Well maybe just really better than I know I am,” she quipped as she stood there allowing me to slowly caress her arm.

 

I couldn’t control it and I remembered the first time I was seduced by my aunt, so I slid my body up to her slowly and so very close as I whispered sexily, “You are so sexy Monica, oh what I would do to show you.”

 

Her mouth quivered as her eyes stayed in contact with mine.  She sort of stumbled over words and she replied, “Libby…uh now…you know…I am married…I could be…I am sort of…but you are just a child…and it wouldn’t be…well it couldn’t…”

 

As she tried to refuse me I leaned in to touch my silky blouse covered right boob to her left one and said seductively, “Love?  I now I feel it for you Monica.  I know how badly I want to show you how I feel.”

 

“Oh goodness now dear…” Monica said as her lips trembled and her face redden and then she stuttered out, “I could…oh so easily…I really could…I admit that I would love too…but I don’t think…”

 

I waited no more as I let my lips touch hers so gently that it interrupted her sentence as I pleaded with, “Kiss me beautiful.”

 

Her lips puckered and released and a second more her mouth met mine and as it did we melded for a few minutes.  It was a short passionate kiss followed by several more and then one very enticing barrage that made me tingle madly.  Sliding my hand to chest I slowly caressed her left breast as my right hand made its way to her belt.  The sash opened easily and as it did her hands caressed my shoulders in a way that felt so wonderful.

 

I opened her robe and pushed it from her shoulders as we kissed deeper.  When it fell to the floor I moved back and slowly stood caressing her breasts through her lacy sexy bra.  She sighed heavily along the way and slowly as I moved to unleash it, she said, “Oh Libby if I do this thing…if we do this…I don’t want to hurt you…I don’t.”

 

It was as she spoke when her bra unsnapped and opened for my fingers to delight around her now erect nipples.  I took my forefinger and thumb and slid over and around them and as I did I said, “Now Monica, open my blouse and find my gifts for your pleasures.”

 

She unlocked the one button and then slowly withdrew my shirt wide apart as she saw my breast her mouth opened and she was drawn to them instantly.   Her kisses told me she had felt the same desires as me and as she sucked my nipple to their peaks I let my hands caress her boobs and then slowly move to lower her panties.

 

Her hands unsnapped my leather pants and tugged them and my thong down with a single hoist.  As she skidded along my sides to my bare butt her mouth engulfed a nipple and she looked up to see me smile as I said, “I am yours to enjoy my red haired goddess.”

 

I was falling backwards onto her ample padded sofa as she removed my pants and boots.  She was starring at my bald pussy as she said, “This is the first time since I was married I have been with another woman.  I admit that I wanted to do this with you for a long time, but I never thought you could ever let me.”

 

As she stopped talking her mouth moved back to my breasts and as her hands slowly petted my now soaking wet snatch very gently, I sighed loudly for her.  Then I said in response, “Monica I am in love with you.”

 

Her lips began to kiss me down my belly and her tongue followed each kiss with a sexy little wager and when she made her way to my smooth shaven pussy, I widened my legs and allowed her to make me a meal. 

 

Her mouth set up on my clit as her tongue slid down and up the outer folds of my pussy.  Each lap sent waves up and down my body and seeing her devouring me so easily, I knew she had once been with a woman of equal experience.  I watched her engulf my lips and then spread and lap them and finally as her tongue probed me I felt it flop and swirl inside me fully. 

 

Minutes became seconds and as I reach my peak she prepared to taste any and all my juices.  In the blink of an eye she brought me to a new peak and as I climaxed she felt me in her mouth.  She knew what I was feeling and allowed me to end before she did, and then she watched me start to relent from orgasm, she stood and removed her panties and led me away to her bed.

 

She placed herself on the mattress like a trophy for me, and I accepted it and kissed and adorned every single inch of her body with my kisses, licks, nibbles and suction.  When I engulfed her left nipple and teased her right one, I left my other hand to dabble at her now dripping wet crotch until she was almost begging to be eaten.

 

I sank to her patch and began to lick insider her form the start.  It sent her shuttering moments and within two more minutes she began to cry and moan and groan loud enough to wake the dead.  She sent a wave of juices into my mouth after that and it lasted so very long and was so thick that I would up drinking it like cream.  I couldn’t make myself stop, her nectar made me mad with desires and her taste made drunk with passionate feelings so long held inside that I allowed her three more chances to evoke her sexual prowess on me.

 

As she sank in the bed and began to paw at my head, I felt my body drawn upward and her mouth met mine and we kissed until she began to cry.  She sobbed lightly as she said, “Libby darling, no one not even my husband ever made me feel like this before.  I couldn’t imagine how wonderful it felt until this.  Thank you my sweet young beautiful lady.”

 

After that we melted into each others arms and I would be amiss if I didn’t say that we stayed naked in bed until the following morning.  When I awoke to her kissing me and helping me dress, I knew she saw mom arrive.  I didn’t know that mom had been in the room with us and that while I slept the two of them had talked.

 

When I got dressed and went downstairs Monica told me, “One day soon Libby you and I will be able to be together again.  Now be patient and kind and wait for it.  I have to break the news to my husband and that will take some nerve on my part.  If what you have shown me is how you feel about me then the next time we make love it will not have to end this way.”

 

That was twenty years ago.  I was so in love with her that I waited for her two months and then shortly before my 19^th birthday I moved in and we stayed together until she was taken from this world last year by a heart attack.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

up, but that was alright, I was a succubus and they didn’t have cocks, that was about the only thing that mattered to me at the moment, that they didn’t have cocks that would do all their thinking.

 

The barkeep laughed as she reached for the glass, “I know that look, sick of the third leg eh?”

 

I smiled at that, teeth showing and my natural aura striking her, dazing her for a moment, “Exactly, could I have a refill?”

 

I held out the amount needed, but she hesitated, “You gonna take it slow… I don’t deal with drunks?”

 

I smiled again, “I’ll make this one last, I just needed to get the first one down.”

 

Her smile returned and she poured the amber liquid into the glass before sliding it to me. I held it up in salute before taking a sip. She looked over my shoulder then and her eyebrows rose before she beat a hasty retreat to the other end of the bar leaving me puzzled as I watched her face flush.

 

“What a pretty new face to join us, what brings you to join us within the Coven Hall?”

 

I turned and it was my turn to be dazzled. I stared, she was a goddess walking as a mortal, had to be, no one could be that beautiful without being a god. I was damn close to that type of beauty, but damn!

 

She was about five ten and had long slender legs. Her body was the perfect hour glass form, nice hips with a tidy little bum. Her stomach was flat and her chest was perfectly proportionate to the rest of her. Her skin was smooth and silky, a bit on the pale side but it was still perfection. Her hair was straight and black, currently tied back but I was positive should she let it free that it would fall to the small of her back. Her lips were full and a red most couldn’t achieve with lipstick, but I could tell she had not a touch of makeup on except a little eye shadow to accent her eyes, a brilliant piercing green. When her eyes met mine I knew exactly what she was.

 

The succubi are Lilith’s daughters, but we were not of her soul, she only has one daughter of her soul, though that soul was lost to us long ago, cursed to live a mortal life till she chose one of us to free her, not that she would know that she was not mortal.

 

Though I knew this it seemed not to matter as I answered a bit tersely, “That has got to be the dullest pickup line I’ve ever heard.”

 

She simply laughed and seated herself next to me, staring into my eyes as she studied me, “Sorry, I was a bit distracted by the beauty set before me, wrapped oh so wonderfully.”

 

I ducked my head at this, a blush I couldn’t explain climbing over my skin. I was nothing to her in her black leather pants and deep burgundy corset that clung to her like a second skin. I was about five six and didn’t have the legs like she did. My hair was a honeyed brown that fell in curls to my shoulders. My form was nice, a good shape, but my hips and butt were a bit small while my breasts were a little overlarge for my body. My stomach was flat and my legs and arms were nicely defined. My skin was fair and my eyes were a warm brown, almost amber. I was one of the rare ones that chose to use my birth form most of the time so it wasn’t like I couldn’t fix these little things, but I never wanted to.

 

I was wearing a unique dress. It was a soft cotton died a brilliant red. To put it on I put a strap over one shoulder then wrapped it around me to tie closed at the one side, showing hints of my fair skin between the ties, “And if I wasn’t as savvy and just a bit more inclined towards women I’d be a slobbering idiot right now,” I looked down the bar at the bartender, “One of your conquests?”

 

She smiled flashing her teeth as she took the embedded compliment for what it was before turning her gaze down the bar, “Yum, my favoriate to date.”

 

I took another sip to hide a smile, “Lucky girl.”

 

Before I knew what was happening she had gently put her hands to my face and had turned my head. Her lips met mine and the world swam from my view, centering on those lips. Gently they caressed mine, a soft massage before her tongue flicked out, parting my lips to taste me for just a moment before she fully pulled away, leaving me breathless and an ache spreading between my thighs.

 

“I haven’t been kissed by another girl since my dance team won the state championship during my sophomore year.” I muttered, trying to get my mind to flutter back.

 

She giggled and grabbed my hand, leading me to the door, “I bet I know what happened after that,”

 

After that I was lost. Somehow we ended in front of a door with her back to me as she unlocked it. She pulled me into her apartment and closed the door behind her. I stepped in and took a quick look around, noting the furnature before turning to look at her.

 

She was staring at me with those green eyes with a smile stretching her lips. Slowly she walked to me, hips swaying hypnotically, “Lets get you unwrapped.”

 

Her hands gripped my hips and pulled me close. As our bodies pressed together she kissed me again. This time her tongue slid in and wrapped around mine, caressing it till I  was almost moaning with the sensation. Her hand slowly slid up my side, pulling at each tie, undoing it and then stroking her fingers along my skin till the next one. Finally the last tie came undone and she broke the kiss. Staring into my eyes she set a hand on my shoulder and stepped back. Her hand pushed the strap from my shoulder as the dress unwound and it fell to the floor. Her eyes took in my naked form and she licked her lips before swaying her hips, “Mind helping me?”

 

I nodded and dropped to my knees before her. I lean forward and ran my hands about the edge of her pants, caressing the skin where it disappeared under the leather. I could feel her looking down at me as she gripped the back of my head. I put my lips to the clasp of her pants and slowly used them to undo the clasp.  I curled my fingers and pulled her pants down, watching the leather peel from her skin with a soft sigh.

 

As soon as I tossed the pants over to the side she hooked her leg over my shoulder and I didn’t need to be told. My tongue flicked out and ran over the length of her shaved pussy. I heard a soft sigh and then pressed my lips to her clit, tongue darting out to flick at the ball of nerves. Her hips pressed her sex into my face and a moan slipped from her. In moments she was wet, I could feel it slowly dripping from her. I dipped a finger into her for a moment before sliding it to her rear, tracing it around the opening of her ass and then sliding it in to her gasp. Slowly I pulled it in and out as I pressed my tongue past her nether lips, tasting her insides.

 

“Oh my… faster.”

 

I obeyed and started working with a fever, sliding my tongue in and out of her, listenting to her moan, until her voice rose in a scream and cum poured from her. I licked it up, greedily lapping each little drop up.

 

Finally she stepped back and gripped my shoulders, pulling to my feet, “What is your name?”

 

“Anasha.”

 

She smiled down at me then bent me over backwards on a table. She gripped my wrists and pinned them against the wood above my head as she slipped one leg between mine and the other over mine, angling so she could rub her pussy to mine. Slowly she pressed against me, her corset rubbing against my chest causing my nipples to harder. She peered into my eyes and slowly started grinding against me. I tried to keep staring into her eyes but soon my head feel back as I moaned out my pleasure, heat building in my cored as she rubbed against me. I closed my eyes and then gasped as her lips found my left nipple, sucking at it causing me to squeal.

 

I was lost in her body, unable to think beyond the pleasure as she rubbed herself against me. I heard her panting as she pleasured herself too, but I could tell she was getting something else, she was awakening, absorbing my energy as she fucked me. Soon I was grunting in pleasure with each thrust of her hips, getting louder each time. Then my body stiffened and the core of pleasure broke in me, flooding me in pleasure so intense that my I squirted my cum as she did, the both of us climaxing, and then the world went dark.

I frequently masturbated while watching these shows and fantasized about planting a camera in my bedroom to capture footage of my wife and myself going at it. She was a 5‘6, large D-cup breasts, and she was a real woman with hips and a very cute ass. I was constantly amazed at her figure and how appealing it was. I sat dreaming for a few moments of my wife being filmed on camera as I watched some young couple on my screen. Suddenly, the door to the basement opened and I jumped and quickly switched to a computer site. (Since I was a computer technician and all)

“Tom! Are you down there baby?” Called my sweet innocent wife.

“Uh..yeah babe. Do you need something?” I answered back.

“Well you remember those nice girls next door?” She called out. “Well they need you to come over real quick and take a look at their computer they are clueless and I told them you could help.”

I immediately pitched a tent in my pants and I’m sure my jaw was wide open. Being a 36 year old man with a 35 year old wife, I had always lusted over the three girls living next door. Purely fantasy though. The three girls living in the small ranch style house had moved in about four years ago right out of college. They couldn’t be a day past twenty seven and were  all shades of blonde, incredibly curvy, thin, and well endowed. The smallest of them was Sara she was 5’4, small C-cup breasts, but had an ass to die for. Next came Zoe she was 5’6, DD-cup,  and a very tight firm ass. Last was Alexis she was a wonderful medium of the three at 5’6, small D-cup breasts, and an ass that was perfect to her body. I felt myself drool slightly of the thought of going over there. I managed to speak realizing I had trailed off for a moment.

“Yeah hun, tell them I’ll be over in ten minutes.” I said.

“Thanks, babe. I’ll let them know.” She replied.

I sat for a few moments gathering my various gages, tools, and instruments to take over in my tool bag. As I packed I thought about the last time I had gone over to the house next door. Two summer previous to this one the three girls had thrown a summer beach party to help break up the monotony that seemed to be rampant in the street. This is expected of a street full of mid aged people with children but, they all turned out for the party and the girls were pleased. Everyone wore bathing suits and grass skirts. It was a blast. The girls ran out of food, beverages, and citronella oil. Being helpful I volunteered to go out and pick up some supplies. I returned a half hour later and brought the stuff into the girls kitchen. As I entered the house I heard rustling coming from the kitchen. I put the bags down and walked towards the kitchen. I heard a moan soft and short and a hushing noise. Carefully, I peered through the saloon style door and their before me in basked in the etching of pale moon light and a nighttime fire was Zoe and Sara. Sara was sitting on the counter making out with her roommate kissing passionately. I froze starring intently at the two. Then watched as Zoe kissed her was down past her breasts stopping to flick each nipple with her tongue and made her way down to her pussy. It is here that Zoe pulled down Sara’s bikini bottoms and lifted up her grass skirt shortly revealing a neatly trimmed little beaver that had beautiful lips and a swollen clitoris. Zoe placed the grass skirt over her head and began to suck and lick her roommate. Sara covered her mouth and bit down on a towel as she held onto Zoe’s head for support.  The two went at it for a few minutes before Sara arched her back and lightly banged her head off the cabinets behind her in ecstasy.

“God, that was good Zoe. You next? You lick better than Alexis she takes too long trying to tease.” Sara said.

“Maybe later my little snatch slut. Tom will be back soon with the stuff and we have to get ready to go back to the party.” Zoe replied.

I decided now was the perfect time to announce my presence and I picked up my two bags and went back to the door and closed it hard and whistled as I walked to the kitchen. I heard a great deal of commotion as I walked and when I opened the doors to the kitchen the pair stood hair slightly messed up cutting fruit for fruit salad. I set the bags down and they thanked me profusely for going to the store. I smiled and told them,

“You’re welcome girls. Remember I’m right next door and I’m always happy to help. Oh, and thank you for this party it has been a real treat and I doubt I will ever forget tonight” I smiled secretly thinking of what I had witnessed and returned to the party.

Over the next 2 years I had tried to do everything I could to catch a glimpse of the lesbians next door and the opportunity to do so was now firmly within my grasp.

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I headed over eager to begin work. The door opened after a short while and the three girls answered the door wearing tank tops and low cut shorts. I managed to keep my composure as I began to speak.

“Good afternoon ladies. What can I help you with? I heard it was a computer issue.” I said.

Alexis answered back, “Well Tom, the internet runs really like slow and it gets on our nerves. Three girls and one computer we need to have a good connection. We do a lot of like blogging, emailing, and shopping so it would be nice if we could get a better connection to the net and stop the constant drops.”

“Drops?”

“Yeah. You know when your uploading something and then it just drops away and the net closes.” Replied Zoe.

“Or when you leave it on for too long and it get real hot and like feels like its going to burn you. Then it stops working.” Sara added.

“Well lets see here,” I said entering the room spying the computer in the corner. “Okay girls it appears you need to move it to a better place. The ventilation is poor and all these books on top of the tower are not helping.” I looked around for a few more moments knowing instantly the problem was the old decayed wiring that ran to the wall. I also could tell the outlet for the cat 5 was rigged up cheaply. Easy fix. I poked around taking out my flashlight and then addressed the girls. “Alright girls it looks like I’m going to need to grab a cat 5 to run and replace this old line and take apart the tower at my place so I can clean it. Probably have it back in two hours if that good.”

The girls giggled and hugged me. “Thank you so much Tom we love you!” The girls shouted together. I relished in the moment as I was tackled by the girls. Oh the joys of being surrounded by such youth.  Zoe began, “So what can we pay you for your service Tom. We don’t have much but we can give you some cookies or something.”

“Well girls. I tell you what my wife could use some time out of the house. She works all day and is constantly trapped inside. I think she could really use a nice girls day out. Plus if she’s not home I can get this done faster. “ I told them. “And I really feel like she could use some youth in her life. She works hard and deserves some fun.”

“ Awe that is so cute Tom. You are really sweet to want to give your wife a nice time with some friends. Tell you what. We will go out  shopping, dancing, and to the bar. Maybe we’ll even get her to buy something sexy for you.” Sara said giggling. “Who knows maybe this will become a regular thing.”

I smiled and thanked them for their help and began taking their tower to my work shop. I had a devious plot developing in my head and couldn’t wait to set it in motion.

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Within an hour I had ripped apart their computer cleaned it, upgraded the ram and cleaned their hard drive. I had decided now was a perfect chance for me to exercise my voyeuristic fantasy. The girls were the object of my desire and it wouldn’t really hurt anyone if I peeked in once in awhile. I had also noted that running new cat 5 cable would give me a chance to link rooms and ultimately provide me with a chance to wirelessly connect my computer with their house. Now the problem in my mind had become where to install a camera to view the girls. I concluded since they were inept about technology to put one directly in front of the tower of the computer. Below the disc drive hidden in plain site. I had taken apart several small pretty high res cameras in the past and easily slid one into the computer and covered it discretely with a metal heat shield to hide it from prying eyes. I clicked it on and sure enough it came to life and gave a decent color picture of the room and myself.

I returned the tower to their house and placed it prominently in the room and left a note to leave it next to the monitor to allow for ventilation (and to provide me with optimum viewing of anything that happened in the living room. Next I ripped out the wiring from the wall and began to run the new cable. The girls had only one bedroom luckily and I ran cat 5 through their room and installed a wireless transmitter in behind their drywall to allow for secrecy. Next I had to tackle the problem of a camera. I opted to place two. I tucked one in the corner of the room peeking out from the side of a vent. I also placed one in their ceiling fan hoping to capture a close up of any action that takes place in the rooms. Closing up I quietly snuck back over to my house and set up an receiver in my old computer and set the computer to record and display feed from the house. I set up the program to record with the aid of motion sensors and tested the night vision on the two bedroom cams. Perfect. Proud of my accomplishments I headed to bed early feeling tired from a long perverted day. I smiled as I heard the girls coming back from their long night later that night. And I smiled even more thinking of the surprises that would await me.

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The next day I checked the cams to find nothing exciting. A bunch of rubbish. Some making out here and there but a whole lot of nothing. Reality hit me that life is boring and not what one sees in a porno or a movie hit me. I cut to a live feed hoping to catch something but felt disappointed. Zoe, Sara, and Alexis all sat on their couch. Zoe and Alexis were under a blanket and Sara was on the opposite end reading a book. I felt defeated. I leaned back feeling sick. Maybe this was a bad idea I got up a paced. What a waste.

“Tom?” Melanie called to me.

“Yeah babe? You need something, I’m downstairs.” I said clicking off the monitor.

“I’m going next door to visit the girls. We had such a blast last night. Thanks for having them take me out, it was really sweet of you to do that for me. I’m probably just going to hang out their for awhile. We might even go out shopping again.” She said.

“That’s wonderful Mel. I’ve got work to catch up on and I’ll be here.” I replied.

I listened as I heard footsteps and the door close. I brushed my wife off as just excited with her new friends and clicked the monitor on. Sure enough Mel walked over and let herself in. The girls all said hi to her and waved and then I noticed the most off thing. The whole time I had assumed Zoe and Alexis were snuggling under a blanket. It appeared that Zoe was rubbing Alexis under the blanket. I only noticed when the two shifted slightly and the dark pubic hair of the girl came into view. I zoomed in as much as the camera would let me and saw Zoe’s fingers dancing all over the girls nether region. I felt my dick stand up saluting the girls and I smiled as I was getting some good footage. I watched curiously as Mel stood nervously in the corner and said something I couldn’t make out. Sara smiled and walked over to my wife and planted a big kiss with lots of tongue on her. Although unsure Melanie kissed back and began to feel up Sara’s well rounded ass. I practically fell over. My wife was making out with a twenty something lesbian next door as I watched on camera. Things grew even more erotic as Sara pulled out a blanket and slipped off her shorts. I watched eagerly as my wife slowly and cautiously slid off her pants and slid under the blanket with Sara and began to kiss softly. I practically shot a load when I saw Sara’s head disappear under the blanket and began to bob up and down on what was my wife’s covered crotch. As she moaned in pleasure from the work of Sara’s tongue I shot a heavy load onto the floor. I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening.

The couples spent forty or so minutes together under their respective blankets and then all began talking and laughing about something.  I wish I had a mic in there to catch this. Whatever they said they all began to dress and cleaned up the living room. The whole time teasing one another and copping feels of each other. A slap on the rear hear and squeezing of another’s breast and to top it off my wife was playing along like one of the girls. It was so hot and I was so turned on from this playing that I felt let down as they exited and I heard the car start as they left to go shopping. Oh well, I thought. At least when they come back I’ll get more of a show. By then it should be bed time too. Thoughts raced through my mind at the prospect of what type of kinky sex may go one behind the closed bedroom curtains. I felt like a child waiting for Christmas morning. The anticipation eating away at me as I counted the hours till their return.

A few hours later as I sat dazing by the television I saw a pair of headlights pop up over the horizon. They came close and closer and abruptly stopped at the end of the street parking near the curb. I thought it was the neighbors at first but as I watched out the window I could clearly see the four women stumbling about and holding onto each other. As they reached the house they glanced around nervously to see if anyone was watching. I ran downstairs and jumped into my computer chair with a raging erection tugging at my pants. I watched eagerly as the women came in obviously drunk and feeling frisky. My wife slumped down on the couch and laid her head back. Alexis headed off down the hallway probably to the bathroom while Sara went to change in the bedroom and Zoe began typing away at the computer. Sensing something was about to happen I watched Sara change in the corner of her room. She stripped off her dress and bra and pulled on a short t-shirt with only her panties on under. She exited the room and went up to Zoe and planted a soft kiss on her cheek and embraced her. Zoe rubbed her arm in return and the two stared transfixed at the computer screen. What were they looking at? I strained to make out any sort of hint from the two. I soon got an answer as Alexis returned wearing only her panties and her beautiful breasts bouncing about and pointed at the screen and raised two fingers to her mouth forming a V through which she flicked her tongue and laughed. They were watching porn! I immediately felt a rush to my prick as it began to leak pre-cum.

After starring at the screen and giggling for a few moments, the girls began to whisper and point in the direction of Melanie over on the couch. She appeared to be a bit tipsy and was half asleep. With a quick glance Alexis, Sara, and Zoe all descended upon my wife on the couch. They cuddled up to her as she looked around. Alexis straddled her legs sitting with her bare breasts in my wife’s face running her fingers through her hair. Zoe and Sara made out passionately next to my wife and Alexis as they undressed one another. I starred in amazement that something this erotic was happening with Melanie my wife of fifteen years! Alexis kissed Melanie on the lips several time and bit her lower lip pulling on it playfully. Melanie’s mouth made an O shape as she was no doubt moaning and she eagerly began squeezing Alexis’s ass as she began kissing her neck. The two were locked together my wife obviously was turned on by this so much that she began removing her blouse. She pulled the blouse open an quickly popped her bra off and Alexis began kissing her chest and flicking her tongue on my wife’s nipples. Her nipples even in the darkened room were quite large. I had always secretly loved sucking on them as she had extremely sensitive nipples and often time would allow me to suck on them to help her orgasm. Now I watched on as Alexis sucked hard and gently began to bite my wife’s engorged nipples. I practically shot a load as a panned out to find my wife moaning as Alexis assaulted her nipples with her expert tongue and Sara and Zoe rubbing each other’s clits as they kissed passionately.

The two for whatever reason abruptly stopped and got up from the couch. Sara and Zoe almost automatically got up and left the room heading for the bed room. Alexis pulled off my wife’s nipples and stood up. My wife seemed confused she looked around and seemed lost at what to do. Alexis bent over and pulled my wife’s skirt down and trailed soft kisses from her neck down to her navel. She then stood up and pulled down her panties and reached for my wife’s hand. As she stretched it out Alexis quickly grabbed it and pulled her into the bedroom where Sara and Zoe sat waiting on their king sized bed. Melanie stopped at the entrance as Alexis joined her lesbian lovers on the bed. The three girls all kissed and felt each other up briefly. Melanie hovered in the doorway watching unconsciously rubbing herself down below. The girls all looked towards her and beckoned her to come to the bed. She nervously walked forward and the girls gently guided her onto the bed where they all waited.

They seemed to be discussing something and pointing to different places. The women all nodded at different points and I figured they were merely figuring out who was pairing of with who. Seconds later Melanie crawled forward and into the middle of the gigantic bed. She sat down and turned over with her stomach facing the ceiling. The girls quickly moved around her and took up different positions. Sara moved quickly on top of my wife and began kissing her passionately and I watched on as Zoe and Alexis secured her ankles and arms with silk scarves they had on the night stand. After securing Melanie and restricting her movement, Aleixs pulled out something dark that I could not make out. It appeared to be a pair of underwear and she sat down in the corner and watched Sara making out with my wife as she rubbed her breasts. Zoe moved down to my wifes crotch the glistened with moisture and began teasing her. Kissing softly around her thighs and dragging her lips dangerously close to my wife’s aching vagina. After Zoe had begun teasing my wife Sara backed away from my wife’s mouth with her lips and brought her breasts down to Melanie’s face. She started brushing them across her mouth and pushing them into my wife’s face and finally held one firmly and forced the nipple into my wife’s mouth. I could make out the word’s “Suck it” come across Sara’s lips as I watched my wife take the nipple into her eager mouth. She suckled Sara’s tit like a pro and I could see her tongue flicking back and forth as she pulled the nipple in and out of her mouth. Zoe at this point began to pay attention to Melanie’s lips and clitoris which were engorged with blood and began to grow to tremendous sizes. The swelling parts of my wife’s pussy and the hot lesbians making out were enough to give me an orgasm from just watching. I could feel the pressure growing. I was so turned on I did not even need to touch myself.

I saw Alexis stand up as she played with the underwear she had put on. I noticed she flipped a switch and began to see something in front of her shaking. The girls looked over and they all smiled knowing full well what was to come. Sara pulled her tit away from my wife’s mouth still trying to suckle the nipple that had just occupied her mouth and received a faceful of Sara’s cute little slit. Sara mounted  my wife’s face and swiveled her hips. My wife was now getting her first taste of lesbian pussy. She eagerly lapped up the juices that were flowing from Sara’s crotch and licked her clit with gusto. Sara squeezed her breasts enjoying the attention she was receiving.  Suddenly, Zoe moved forward straddling Melanie’s torso with her wet pussy at the same level as my wife’s and her mouth poised over her breasts. Melanie began to slowly tease her nipples and nibble on them. I watched half interested still trying to figure out what Alexis was up to. I watched and soon saw as she climbed atop the bed down near Melanie and Zoe’s dripping slits that she was wearing a strap on with two dildos that were vibrating.

Seeing this action  unfold I unzipped my pants and watched a my cock quivered as Alexis neared the two with her strap ons. She moved up quickly and inserted one into my wife who bobbed her head up under Sara’s snatch as the large vibrating dildo entered her red hot love hole. Alexis smiled and then quickly rammed it into Melanie’s snatch and pumped it a few times gyrating in different directions to warm up her pussy. She then called to Zoe who lifted her butt to allow the other dildo to slide in effortlessly. She quickly inserted it and began to rotate her hips in a circular motion as she slowly moved the vibrating members into and out of the women she was fucking. My wife and Zoe were moaning from the expressions on their face and Sara was nearing an orgasm. Alexis too was enjoying the vibrations from the dildos and playfully bit Zoe on the ass and gave her a quick slap on the ass as she picked up the pace while fucking my wife and her lover. The four women all merged together into a lesbian love blob. They all seemed to be lost within one another. They were moaning in unison and were nearly indistinguishable at times. I listened carefully and could hear the moans of the women coming from their house next door. I began to stroke my cock that was aching and twitching for attention. I could feel an nearing orgasm for myself and the women next door. I felt the lust and desire one feels during their greatest fantasy. I was in fact living out a fantasy that I had for years since that fateful party two years before. The images from then mixed with the live feed on my monitor mixed and mingled creating the blissful euphoria one gets from feeling alive and invigorated. I watched as the all began to orgasm. Zoe began to first shooting fluid all over herself and Melanie. Melanie quickly followed with Sara as the two came hard and Sara collapsed onto the bed. Finally, Alexis orgasms and let out a wail of pleasure that I could distinctly hear. As I watched the women quivering and kissing as they lie crippled from their extensive pleasure I shot the biggest load I have ever shot. What must have been a pint of semen flew from my penis and onto my monitor dripping down past the images of the women. I panted out of breath from watching the sexual escapades of the lesbians next door and felt the greatest sense of peace I had ever felt in my life. I cleaned up and watched the women dosing in the bed. My wife snuggled up inbetween the women peacefully and lovingly next to one another. I turned off the monitor smiling at my wonderful new source of entertainment and went to bed.

The next morning my wife came home late around nine in the morning. I watched as she entered with messy hair and clothes and she quickly poured herself a cup of coffee and sat breathing deeply. I watched her from the breakfast table reading the morning newspaper. She turned around and looked over at me worried for a moment. I quickly said, “Morning hunnie. How was your night? I was worried that you never called but, I figured the girls probably took you out dancing and such. “

My wife looked at me and cautiously said, “Yeah sorry about the not calling we were out dancing. Well I’m a little tired I’m going to catch a quick shower then maybe we can go out and get a few groceries.”

I smiled and said, “Take your time, we have all day. Besides you looked like you really got licked last night.”

My wife choked on her sip of coffee as I uttered those words and looked at me in a discriminating way. She started to say something but stopped and shook her head. “Yeah…I guess you could say that. Had one too many drinks and…yeah really did get licked. Well I’m off to the shower. Thanks for letting me go with the girls.” She said giving me a big kiss on the lips and a hug. She walked away a few steps and stopped and turned. “Oh yeah…is it alright if I go out to the movies with the girls next weekend. They invited me to go out clubbing after too, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all sweetie.” I said happily. “You deserve to have fun and I’m glad you found a group of friends to let loose with.”

She smiled and turned and seemed giddy at the prospect of her girl time next weekend. She hurried off into the bathroom and closed the door. I returned to my newspaper with a beaming smile upon my face. I glanced down at the erection that began to build with memories of last nights erotic meeting and knew that many more would soon follow.

0cm">“Hi Honey,” she said.

“Hi Sexy. What's up?”

The video finally connected and I saw my wife sitting in the chair fully dressed. This was a bit of a disappointment as she often put on a 'show' for me while I was away.

“I have something to ask you.”

“Okay.”

“Tracey is in town and I suggested that she come stay with me while you are away. Is that okay?”

“That's fine. At least you won't be alone then.”

“That's what I was thinking.”

“When is she coming?”

“In about an hour. She is bringing dinner.”

“Cool. Why do you look so worried?”

“I am nervous.”

“About what?”

“Well you know I have always been wanted to be with a woman.”

“Yes,” I said, feeling my cock beginning to harden.

“You know I have always found Tracey attractive.”

“Yes,” I said in anticipation.

“If I can get it right, would you be okay if I tried it with her?”

“Not at all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Sexy, I am sure.”

“I have been trying to build up the courage all day to ask you,” she said smiling for the first time.

“I know it has always been something you have wanted to try.”

'Thank you Honey, but I have one more request.”

“Shoot.”

“I don't want you too watch us because I will be too nervous.”

“That's fine Sexy, you can turn them off.”

We had set up security cameras in our lounge, study, bedroom and garage that we could access via the web just in case anything happened while we were not at home. We had never had the need to use them but they were always on.

“Thanks Honey.”

After we had finished, I went downstairs for dinner, but kept thinking of what my wife was up to. It was going to be a long night. I got back to my room around nine o'clock and had a shower before climbing into bed. I had my notebook on my lap and was busy surfing the web, when I decided to go and check out to see if our security cameras had been turned off.

They hadn't.

Tracey and my wife were in the lounge. There was a bottle of wine on the table and they seemed to be just chatting. My wife had changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Tracey must have come straight from work, as she was dressed in a skirt and blouse. Neither wore any shoes and they were sitting on the couch facing one another. Our cameras had no sound so there was no way I could hear what they were talking about, but the image was clear, and that is what mattered.

Nothing changed for nearly half an hour until Celeste got off the couch and went over to the kitchen with the dinner plates. Tracey leaned forward and poured them each another glass of wine. When Celeste returned, she sat on the edge of the couch and Tracey got up and sat cross-legged on the floor between her legs. Celeste began massaging Tracey's shoulders. Within ten minutes, Tracey began unbuttoning her blouse and Celeste took it from her and lay it on the couch. The cameras were only black and white so I couldn't tell what colour Tracey's bra was, but it looked white. Celeste was back to massaging Tracey's shoulders and I was already rock hard. Tracey took a sip of wine and handed Celeste the glass. While Celeste drank, Tracey unhooked her bra and placed it on top of her blouse. Her breasts were small and her nipples were dark and they complimented her olive skin. Tracey picked up the other glass of wine and took another sip. Celeste went back to massaging Tracey's shoulders and back and then leaning forward, Celeste ran her fingertips between Tracey's breasts. Her hands moved outwards and she began stroking Tracey's breasts. Looking back, Tracey said something to Celeste and they began kissing. Celeste continued stroking Tracey's breasts while they kissed and when they broke off their kiss, Tracey got onto her knees and turned around. She reached for Celeste's t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Celeste hadn't been wearing a bra and Tracey reached over and ran her fingertips over Celeste's large breasts. Their lips locked again and Celeste pulled Tracey towards her. I watched as my wife's hands slid down Tracey's back until they were on her butt. Then they stopped kissing and looking at one another, Tracey began talking. I saw Celeste shake her head and then Tracey answered her by also shaking her head.

I was still wondering what they had said to one another when Tracey reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. She let it drop to the floor before sliding it over her knees and feet. She then reached for Celeste's jeans and began unbuttoning them. She was smiling as she slid them down Celeste's legs and added them to the pile of clothing. Celeste lay back on the couch with her head against the armrest and Tracey got her knees and lay on top of Celeste. The camera was in the corner on the roof, so I couldn't see if they were kissing, but it didn't matter. Celeste's hands were back on Tracey's butt and Tracey was leaning on one arm, while running her other hand through Celeste's hair. Then Tracey began sliding downwards, planting kisses over Celeste's neck and breasts. As Tracey moved further down, Celeste closed her eyes and began running her fingers through Tracey's long black hair. Tracey was soon on her knees again, leaning forward and planting kisses on Celeste's hips. Hooking her fingers into the sides of Celeste's panties, she slowly slid them down her pale legs. I knew my wife was probably sopping wet and when Tracey began kissing my wife's pubic area, I could smell her myself, having done the same to her many times myself.

I couldn't see if Tracey was licking my wife's pussy as her head was in the way, but seeing my wife, with her eyes still closed, begin to massage her own breasts, I knew Tracey must be doing something to her that she was enjoying. It wasn't long before I saw my wife start bucking on the couch as she orgasmed. Tracey looked up at her and they began talking again. Then Celeste sat up against the armrest and Tracey crawled up the couch and sat down between her legs, and rested against her. I could tell Celeste was horny, because her arms were soon around Tracey's hips. One hand went to Tracey's breast and the other went down between her legs. Tracey reached down and slid off her g-string. Celeste's hand went straight back between Tracey's legs.

My cock was hard and dripping, and watching my wife rubbing another woman's pussy was just too much. I took my cock in my hand and began to jerk off. If it took ten strokes before I was shooting my semen all over the bed, it was a lot.

Tracey was holding onto Celeste's legs as her orgasm hit her and I watched as her body went into spasm as she came. Reaching between her legs, Tracey pulled Celeste's hand away, and spinning round, the two of them began to kiss. Gone was the gentleness, it now looked as if they wanted more from of one another.

More to follow.

dad died when I was 14. She never remarried and I never really caught her even looking at a man after dad's death.

I have an easy going and fun personality. I love to read mostly romantic novels and the odd erotic story. Ok, let me be frank. More than the odd erotic story and I love browsing for sexy stories online. I dare say that some of the stories I read could make some ladies shudder. I also do watch porn as I have a number of good friends who are guys and I am not ashamed to borrow some of their DVD's. I take care not to let my mom see me watch porn and I keep them well hidden on my PC. I live in Colombo, the business capital of Sri Lanka. My story starts when I took my mom's advice and set up an appointment at the place where she gets her hair cut. I used to stick to the cheaper salons since I don't believe in spending a fortune on my hair. So I took this up partly to keep my mom happy and to sample the taste of fashion that most women spend their lifesavings on.

The salon was an old house that had been refurbished. It didn't look impressive from the outside. I walked into the salon and was instantly impressed about is decor. According to my mom, it was owned by one of her old friends. I was greeted by a lady who seemed like she was at the latter stages of her 30's. As she escorted me to a private room I stared at the gentle sway of her wide hips. She told me that my mom had booked me for a massage as well. Instead of getting upset over this little addition to my programme, I decided to enjoy it for once. The room I was in was separated from the rest of the customers by a small cubicle so that I had privacy. It had a door that had no glass so that the privacy was complete. I presumed that it was because of the massage facilities. I settled into my seat awaiting the lady who was going to change my look forever. If I had known in advance what would happen next, I would have rushed out of the salon in a second.

The door opened to let an extremely pretty girl into the room. Her face seemed vaguely familiar and I realized that she closely resembled the lady at the counter. I assumed that she was related to the owner. She smiled at me and for no reason at all, I was suddenly self conscious. I usually feel so comfortable with my looks and I was surprised at my reaction. The girl looked like she was in her 20's and had dark hair. Her hair was straight and elegantly highlighted with streaks of dark red. Her skin was slightly dark giving her an exotic and mysterious look. She had shoulder length hair and when she turned to close the door, I realized that she had a substantial bust for her slim figure, which accentuated it further. Her tummy had a slight curve that I find to be sexy on a woman opposed to me near flat tummy. The fact that a woman has a certain amount of fat on her belly makes her more feminine and sexy. I remembered my mom's tummy at the sight of her. This lady had slimmer hips and wore a tight pair of pants that stretched across her cute little butt. She suddenly turned and I had no chance but to smile sheepishly noting a slight smile of what I detected to be a mix of amusement and embarrassment on her face. I quickly turned towards the mirror trying my best to count the lines on my palm.

"Hi," she said in a sweet melodious voice that I instantly liked.

"You must be Nisha, the daughter of my best customer," she smiled at me in the mirror.

"I am Sharon and I am all yours for this afternoon," she said. The statement would have made me blush, but she said it in a manner that was sweet and innocent.

I quickly smiled and looked down again to cover my embarrassment.

"Hey, it’s ok. It’s not unusual for a woman to check another woman out," she said, breaking the ice instantly. I liked her more. I looked up again and met her eyes and was surprised to see a certain amount of tenderness. Her hand started to stroke my hair, running her fingers through it, feeling its texture. This simple gesture sent shivers down my spine as I have never been touched liked that before. Sharon turned a fairly simple action into a comforting and tender experience. This is the first time I let a woman touch me this way. This is mainly because I am generally not a physical person and I don't relish physical contact as much as many women do. I am more comfortable shaking hands with women than hugging them which attracted a lot of teasing from my close friends. I tended to wear a bra under my nightdress when I had to share a room with another girl. So for me, letting Sharon touch my hair in this manner was a major leap forward in physical relations.

"Your hair is different from your mom's," she said looking at me smiling.

"Yeah, mom said that you are good with your hands. I mean with your scissors, or whatever," I said kicking myself.

She seemed unperturbed. "Oh, did she really say that?"

I nodded like a dumb fool.

"That’s nice of her. She is a gorgeous lady and I love cutting her hair," she said.

"She is one of those ladies that makes me wish I was a guy. And I didn't know she had a gorgeous daughter as well." she smiled.

"Oh, thank you," I murmured.

"So what do you want me to do for you?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Well, its overgrown and I want you to put some femininity into it," I said.

"Mmmm, that won't be difficult," she said.

"Let’s wash your hair first," she said.

She turned the chair and tilted it so that my head was resting on the edge of the sink. She wore a tight fitting black t-shirt with a deep v neck. I realized that the way she was bending over me was giving me more than a glimpse of her cleavage and the black lacy bra she wore. She bent over me and washed and dried my hair. I had no choice but to gaze wonderingly at the lovely breasts shaking to an erotic rhythm of their own. They were at times dangerously close to my face. Her body radiated with a heat that I found to be alluring to the extreme. I tried to brush away this feeling, but miserably failed. Basically, I was beginning to enjoy this encounter a whole lot more than a simple hair dressing appointment.

I had no way of judging whether she did this on purpose. Sharon finished wiping my hair and turned me back to face the mirror. It was quite cold in the room and my nipples were hard against my flimsy bra and I could see them pressing against my thin strap t-shirt. My eyes moved from my nipples to her face and I realized that she had been staring at them too. Her gaze met mine, not acknowledging the fact that she had stared at my nipples and showing no reaction at being caught.

"Do you mind if I slip your straps down?" she asked. I assumed it was my t-shirt and I nodded.

To my amazement, she slipped my t-shirt and the invisible bra strap down and had a cloth wrapped around my neck to keep away the hair off my skin. I shuddered as I felt her gentle hands turn the simple act of tying that cloth around my neck into an intimate gesture. I was struggling to drag my mind to the task at hand.
 She started to cut my hair, ending a stream of thoughts that were buzzing in my head. I don't know if it was by accident or design, but she kept rubbing her breasts against my shoulder and neck as she cut my hair. Sometimes, she would cut some strands on the opposite side of my head by pressing me against her soft cleavage. I decided that it was OK to do that since it was a girl and it felt so soft and comfortable.

Finally, she finished and started to give me another wash. By then, I was looking forward to getting another glimpse of her breasts and the thought annoyed me a little. I didn't truly understand the feeling I was experiencing and it was one of those moments where I felt as if I was at the edge of a deep pit thinking whether to take a leap. This happened to me a number of times. First, when I discovered a sex story on the Internet. Next was when I discovered masturbation. Third was when I discovered that rubbing my panty covered pussy on the tummy of my 3 foot toy teddy bear was more pleasurable than my hand. The fourth moment was when I discovered that my mom had been using the same teddy bear. Though at first, I didn't want to use it any more, the thought of her deriving pleasure out of my toy made me hornier and I flew off the edge in that occasion too. Yes, I know it sounds weird but she did use it for the same purpose. In my experience, everyone has secrets like this that they would rather forget. These are moments of insanity driven by an extreme need to satisfy ones needs. Different people express this need in different ways, some eat their way to death, some turn into serial killers, some turn into sex maniacs and I settled for my teddy bear!

I was relishing the thought of looking down a gorgeous woman's cleavage for the second time that day and I jumped off the edge. This time, she positioned herself over me so that she was half lying on my body as she washed me. This was sending my heart on a rampage inside my chest. I had goose bumps all over my body at the sensation of her breasts rubbing against mine. The straps of my t-shirt remained off and I could feel the outlines of her bra rough on my skin. If ever there was an example for the phrase - time stood still, this was it. Her face was inches off mine and her breasts were soft against my body. I had this urge so taste those dark lips and I felt as if I was at the edge of the precipice again. Then suddenly, I felt her move away and the opportunity was gone. I cursed myself for thinking like this and when I moved my legs, I realized to my horror that I was slightly wet under the skirt I was wearing. I moved self consciously just to be certain and there could be no mistaking the sliminess I felt there. I was going red.

"Is something wrong?" asked Sharon.

"No."

"Did I make you feel uncomfortable?" she asked, concerned.

"No. Not at all. It was really good."

What was I saying? I felt foolish. She smiled at me. Why was I feeling like this? I was at a loss to explain. My heart hadn't stopped its insane beating although it was a little less loud. But I am sure she must have heard it.

"Are you ready for the massage?" she asked, dimming the lights and lighting a candle.

I nodded dumbly. She lifted my t-shirt and took it off as if it was the simplest thing in the world. Her hands brushed against my skin leaving trails of pleasure across my tender skin. She let me sit as I were and started to massage my neck using a little bit of oil that she heated up by rubbing her palms together. Her gentle eyes never left mine, making me feel so safe and comfortable. Her eyes had a hypnotic effect on mine.

I relaxed, leaning against her. My cheek rested against her bra and something on the bra irritated my skin digging into it. I started to fidget and she asked me why. I was embarrassed to tell her but eventually, I mentioned that something on her bra was making me uncomfortable. What she did next was the craziest thing I have ever seen. She just reached into her t-shirt and unhooked the bra and took it off without ever removing her t-shirt.

"There you go. Now you can relax," she said smiling at my open mouth. She waited until my jaw muscles went into action again to rectify the situation. It was a while before I regained my composure. My panties were getting wetter now. Finally, my head sank into her cleavage and I was enveloped by the softest pillow I have ever rested my head on.

I could see her nipples hard under her t-shirt in the mirror. I kept staring at them and I felt her eyes on me. I didn't care. I was already flying off the edge of the precipice again abandoning my morals for something that seemed daring. For the first time in my life, I wanted to make love to this gorgeous woman.

I felt something snapping inside me. It could have been the environment in that room and the beauty and sensuality of the woman next to me. I didn't care anymore. I wanted to go further and see what would happen next. I turned to my side and now her nipple was right against my cheek. I started to rub my cheek against it. Her hands moved with increasing intensity on my head pulling me to her, helping my cheek. I used one hand to unobtrusively pull her t-shirt down so that her nipple would get exposed. I succeeded and my body shuddered as I felt her hard bare nipple against my cheek. It was an exquisite feeling. I felt her hot breath on my face as the pace of her breathing increased.

I used my other hand to pull my skirt further up, exposing my toned thighs. I didn't really understand what I was doing. All I wanted was this gorgeous woman to admire my body. She turned my head further and the nipple edged closer and closer to my lips and after what seemed like eternity her hard nipple was against my lips. I wanted to tease her and so I kept my mouth closed. She kept grinding her nipple against my mouth and I refused to suck it. She was moaning now and pleading me to suck it.

"Oh baby, don't tease me. Suck it into your soft mouth. Oh god, you are killing me. Please suck my nipple," she pleaded.

I kept holding her off and suddenly when she least expected it, I sucked it into my mouth and she jumped. It was like sucking a rubber eraser on a pencil except for the fact that it was more pliable than rubber. I ran my tongue over it feeling its contours.

"Bite it Nisha," she whispered and there was no way in hell I was going to disobey her. I started to bite her nipple lightly, not wanting to hurt her. She abandoned the massage and moved her hand to my bra cup. Her soft hand started to squeeze it gently. I used my hand to prompt her to squeeze it harder. Her t-shirt was getting wet and pulled my head away and lifted it, exposing her chocolate colored nipple for the second time.

I licked its tip mimicking the actions I had seen in many porn movies. I flicked my tongue out at the nipple and she pulled my head closer moaning under her breath. I had no choice but so suck it all in. Her nipple slid like an eel into my mouth and she squeezed my breast hard in response to the intensity of the feeling of me sucking her. I played with her nipple and then she gently pushed me away. It must have been too much for her and then she exposed her other nipple. I went back to sucking. She jumped at the feeling and I bit her nipple harder than last time. She held onto me with her dear life. My hand slipped lower looking for her pussy. Her hand got hold of mine and guided me. Her pants had an elastic waist and I was able to slip my hand in. Her panties were soaking wet and I started rubbing her slit through her panties.

"Please baby, go inside my panties," she moaned into my ear. She helped me push the pants down a little and made it easier for me. My hand felt her hairless pussy and my finger struggled to find her clit. I managed to find her clit and started to rub her slit while my mouth sucked on her nipple. Her movements increased and I had a cramped hand that was stuck inside her panties. I pushed myself to move harder blocking out the pain wanting her to cum hard. She came in the most erotic fashion. She pulled my head off her breast and sucked my lips hard trying to wrench it off my mouth and shuddered as she experienced the most divine moment during sex. She just stood there kissing me less intensely winding down her engine. I pulled out my soggy, cramped hand and before I could reach for the box of tissues on the table, she sucked her juice off my fingers and kissed them lovingly. I looked at her and for once in my life; I was at a loss for words.

She smiled gently at me and moved her hand lower. She pushed me so that I could lie down on the chair and she increased the incline of the chair to almost 180 degrees. I was confused when she took the hair clipper but when she switched it on, I realized what she was going to do. The clipper created a slight noise as it vibrated. She lifted my skirt and placed the body of the clipper, with the protective cover on the blade still on, next to my wet panties. It sent jolts of lightening up my spine as I felt the cylindrical body of the hair clipper vibrate against my pussy. I tightened my thighs around it and tried to move it with my hand. Her hand stopped mine and then she took one of her scissors and cut my panties off to my disbelief. She stared at my hairy pussy. I was feeling shy and kinky at the same time, if it were possible. She just parted my legs and slipped the cover off the clipper. Then with the expertise that could only be displayed by a person of her profession, she shaved my pussy. She had to use a smaller clipper on the lips and within minutes, I was clean shaven. Then she proceeded to rub me dry and that was hard since I kept leaking juice.

"I guess you will need to use a different method to stop the flow," I said, smiling cheekily at her.

"You mean I might have to use something to plug the leak?" she asked matching my naughty smile.

"Maybe," I countered.

"How about this?" she asked showing me her middle finger.

I just looked at her. She pushed the finger close to my mouth and I started to suck on it, making it wet. She slipped her finger out of my following tongue and started making a trail down my body.

Her hot mouth covered mine sucking my lips and pushing her tongue into mine and I returned her kiss. It was nice for once to not feel the irritating stubble of a guy as I felt the smooth skin of this woman. Her mouth moved to my bra cup and sucked the flimsy material into her mouth along with my nipple. Her mouth managed to cover most of my bra cup. I was impatient enough to push her away for a moment as I unsnapped my front opening bra. She devoured my breast at once and my crotch arched up, looking for contact as if by instinct.

Her finger started on its journey in finding my wet opening. Her progress was agonizingly slow. Finally, it reached my crotch and spent a few more minutes relishing the smooth skin down there. I was going crazy and pulling her head to my breast as hard as I could. Her palm closed over my pussy squeezing the wet mass of tissue. Her middle finger was in line with my slit and I felt her wiggling in her middle finger into the slit. I kept pushing up my pelvis to get more mileage from her finger. Her finger curved into the slit searching for the opening. Her finger met stiff resistance as I was tight. I relaxed letting her push her finger in and finally her finger was buried in my pussy.

She kept sucking my breast while her finger started building up momentum. Her mouth left my breast and moved lower to my tummy. She turned my chair so I was exposed to her piercing gaze. Her finger slipped out of my pussy with a wet sound and I moaned in disappointment. My disappointment didn't last for long. She knelt before me and started kissing my thighs and I spread my legs giving her more room. Nothing prepared me for what I felt next when her mouth closed over my pussy, covering it. Her tongue was inquisitive to the extreme. It explored my pussy for the first time. I held on to her head as she licked my slit taking her time over every nook and cranny. She discovered pleasure points that I never thought that existed in my encounters with teddy and my ex-boyfriends.

Her finger slipped into my pussy while her tongue found my clit. She started lick the little nubbin as her finger moved in and out of my pussy. I felt her little finger rub gently against my anus. I was shocked at first but I was too far gone to care. My pussy juice made it easier for her finger to slip in.

I had an idea. I called her name softly. She looked up at me, her mouth covered with my abundant juices.

"I want to lick your pussy while you lick mine," I said, my voice shaking. She nodded, slipping her fingers out of me. She slipped her pants and panties off and climbed on the chair. I hoped it could take both of our weight. Her lovely shaven pussy descended on my mouth. I started to lick her pussy gingerly and I felt her tongue do the same. The fingers resumed their original positions. This time I felt a bigger finger going up my ass and I realized that she was using a finger one hand on my ass and the other on my pussy. I was wondering whether I should stick one finger in her ass. As if she read my mind, she asked me insert one finger into her anus. I have never done that in my life though I have fantasized about it. I was trying to figure out which hand I should push in when she answered me again. She wanted my thumb in her ass. I first wet it with her juice and started pressing down on her anus. She groaned, pushing against my hand. My thumb went into her ass. She went berserk, pushing her pussy against my face. I kept moving my thumb in and out of her ass. My tongue fucked her pussy. I squeezed a finger into her pussy as well. My tongue tasted her juice. We moved against each other faster and faster.

I realized that I was approaching my orgasm and suddenly it was upon me, I sucked her pussy hard trying to stop myself from screaming out loud as I felt my body shudder. she kept licking me hard and I kept shuddering. For the first time in my life I had 3 orgasms in a row. I pulled her by her hair to stop her from licking it anymore as it was too sensitive. I kept sucking her and she came harder. I didn't stop licking until she lifted her pussy off my face. We lay there, trying to catch our breath. She climbed off me awkwardly. I got off the chair and we hugged each other hard. She kissed me passionately, not wanting to let me go. I got cleaned up using one of the towels nearby and straightened myself. Sharon took my panty as a souvenir and she gave me hers. To her surprise, I wore it under my skirt. After I managed to restore some amount of respectability to my appearance, I said good bye to Sharon. I set up another appointment the following week for a massage.

To be continued...


Hairdresser Ch. 2

A short description of myself and my mom before I continue my story.

My name is Nisha and I am from Sri Lanka, a beautiful country with even more beautiful beaches and sexy women. I am 18 and most people describe me as a tom boy. This is mainly because my hair is cut short and I don't have big breasts compared to my mom. She has a gorgeous pair of 34d's that are all natural. Though I have 30b's, I have a fantastic figure with wide hips, narrow waist and a tummy most women would kill for. This is because I love sports and work out at least 3 hours a week. My legs are long and nicely muscled and well suited to my 5 foot 9 inch frame. I do get hit on by lesbians more than guys and that sometimes bothers me. My mom Anusha is 39 and most of my physical traits are from her, except the short hair and small boobs. She is a widow, since dad died when I was 14. She never remarried and I never really caught her even looking at a man after dad's death.

On my way home after my encounter with Sharon, my thoughts were like Hurricane Katerina. My ears were buzzing and I shuddered inside the bus as I remembered Sharon's probing tongue on my pussy. This got me so hot again that I wanted to rub my pussy in the bus. I dared not since there were so many people in the bus. I had to try hard to control myself until I got home. I had to really control an urge to push my hand into my panties.

Thankfully, my mom was not home when I got back. I rushed to my room and locked myself up. I was so wild that I grabbed my stuffed teddy bear and pushed him onto the bed. I didn't have time to take off my skirt or my panties. I whispered Sharon's name repeatedly as I started to rub my wet pussy against his fur. I was going crazy. The bed shook as I rubbed my pussy against teddy and I was sucking his shiny nose, moaning aloud as I continued my onslaught against the helpless stuffed teddy bear. Its fur was so soft that I stopped momentarily to take off my top and bra so that my nipples started to experience the luxurious feel of its fur. I realised that something inside me had snapped after my session with Sharon. All I could think of was her body as I kept rubbing myself against Teddy. Just when I was about to cum hard I heard the front door slam. It was as if I was struck by lightening. One moment, I was on the verge of an orgasm and the next, I was scrambling madly off the bed trying to find an excuse for being topless. My mind was blank and all I could think of at that moment was to rush into the toilet. After rushing into the toilet I suddenly realised that I had left my bra and top on the floor in my room.

I was so jittery that I couldn't bring myself to try anything in the bathroom. A lost orgasm really messed things up for me.
I was wishing my mom had given me a few more minutes. I heard her come into my room and she knocked on the door of the bathroom.

"Hey Nisha, how was the haircut?" she said.

"It was fine, I am having a shower," I said, my voice shaking.

"Didn't they give you a shampoo after the haircut?" she asked.

"Yes, mom, but the bus was so crowded and it is so humid today that I sweated a lot," I said, hoping and praying she would believe me.

"OK, don't be too long. I am hungry and I'll wait for you," she said. I sighed in relief when I heard her close the door to my room.

I finished my shower as quickly as I could and dried my hair. To my amazement, my pussy was still wet. It felt squishy and no amount of drying helped. I gave up as I heard my mom call out to me. I wore a sexy pair of shorts and a tshirt without a bra. Not that I really needed a bra !

I went down to find mom seated at the kitchen table. I avoided her look as I busied myself fiddling with the plates as I dished out some rice and curry. I sat down and felt her check my hair out. She nodded approvingly.

"Looks like Sharon has done a nice job with you," she said and I felt blood rushing to my face.

My mom misunderstood my blush and said that she thought the hair style suited me. I nodded, trying not to look at her face.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, her motherly instincts kicking in.

"No mom!" I responded, a bit too sharply.

"You look a little dazed," she said. With this she got up and sat down next to me. I couldn't help but notice her big breasts. They reminded me of Sharon.

My mom doesn't worry too much about showing skin at home and I felt my eyes going to her cleavage. I kicked myself mentally and started to concentrate on my lunch. We talked about hundreds of things that Mothers and daughters talk about and finally lunch was over. I went back to my room. I wanted to give teddy another run but it was too dangerous to do that with my mom around. I waited for my massage with Sharon with so much longing that I dreamt of her almost everyday.

Finally, the day came and by the time I got to the salon, I was so eager to see her that I almost bumped into the older gorgeous lady as she was walking out of the salon. I felt her soft breasts against me as I struggled to regain my balance. She smiled at me as she ushered me into a dimly lit room with a massage table in the middle. There were a few candles and the room had a pleasant fragrance.

"Please get undressed while I get Sharon," she said as she walked out of the room, with her hips swaying gently.

I took off my dress and wore the towel that was neatly folded on a chair. Finally the door opened and Sharon walked in and my heart sank. There was another girl with her. she was dark skinned and around 5' 5". Her hips were slimmer than Sharon's but she was stacked like Sharon. Then I realized that she was wearing a padded bra that accentuated her heavy bosom. Sharon was smiling but she gave no indication of our close encounter through her body language. I presumed that it was because of the presence of the other girl. She introduced the other girl to me has Asha. Asha made me lie face down on the massage table, after loosening the towel. She then started to rub my back with massage oil that was heated up to match my body temperature. Her hands were so gentle and lingering. Then I felt another pair of hands and I lifted my head slowly to see Sharon standing right in front of me, inches away from my head. I lay my head into the doughnut shaped headrest as I felt her hands knead my shoulder muscles. The thought of her inches away from my body made me excited beyond words; my heartbeat reached a zillion beats a minute in a record number of seconds and finally settled down to a manageable level.

I felt Sharon's lower tummy rest against my head. I may have imagined it, but I distinctly felt the table losing its height. I opened my eyes and the floor seemed closer now.

My heart rate jumped again as I felt Sharon's thigh against my head. There was no mistaking that thigh. It rested gently against the top of my head as she massaged my shoulders. Asha's hands kept moving along my back finding nerves that I never thought that existed. I was feeling so relaxed until I heard Asha whisper in my ear.

"Do you mind if I climb onto your back?" she asked sending shivers up my spine. I moaned, my head nodding in agreement. I heard clothes coming off and didn't dare to look at what was going on. I felt the table creak as she climbed onto my back, her legs rested on either side of me as she let my butt take some of her weight. I felt her panties against my butt. From the feel of the material, I realized it was satin. I felt her hands start to rub my skin again. Her crotch started to rub against my butt rhythmically as she continued her massage. The thought of her pussy rubbing against my butt did wonders to the moisture level of my pussy.

"Are you wearing silk panties?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"Yes, do you feel the material?" she asked.

"Yes, I can," I replied.

"Most clients don't like lace panties as its rough against the skin," she explained.

"Some clients, don't like satin either," she said giggling.

"I think she is one of those clients," I heard Sharon answer with another giggle.

Before I could protest, Asha was off my back and the panty came off like lightning. She got back on my back and now I felt her shaved smooth pussy against my butt. I couldn't help but moan and tried to lift my butt to meet her rhythmical movements. She stopped me from moving by putting more weight on me.

"Nisha, you must relax. You are our guest here," Asha said giggling. I stopped moving.

"Sharon, I think you should get undressed too," Asha said.

"Do you want me to strip, Nisha?" Sharon asked. I could only croak, not knowing what would happen next. My mind was at the point of no return. I was not going to let anything short of an earthquake stop this little threesome. I kept my eyes shut as I heard the sound of zippers and her bra being unsnapped. I felt her warm naked thigh against my cheek as she continued her shoulder massage. Then I realized that Sharon was as wet as me. I could smell her pussy. It was unmistakable. I felt her moving towards my elbow that was jutting out of the massage table. Her legs widened as it came closer and closer to my elbow. I could see her as my face was turned towards her now. I almost jumped as my elbow disappeared into her crotch. I pushed it against her pussy as I felt its moist warmth. Asha's pussy was dripping on my butt. Both women were breathing hard. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of kissing. Asha was kissing Sharon. The sound of two moist exploring mouths engulfed the small room.

"Oh Asha, your lips are so sexy," I heard Sharon moan, ending in more kissing sounds. These sounds contributed to the increased wetness between my legs. Asha kept rubbing her pussy gently against my butt as she kissed Sharon. Sharon's pussy rubbed against my elbow. I felt her lips separate against my elbow. My pussy was wet and I was hyperventilating.

"I think her thighs need some attention too," whispered Sharon, her mouth disengaging Asha's with a loud smack.

Asha turned so that her back was facing my head and started to knead my thighs. She parted my legs gently, making room for her hands. Her palms were so close to my pussy lips and I was willing her to move closer. It was so hard not to scream at her to touch my pussy. But the fact that I let her tease me made it even more exciting for me. Her hands kneaded the top of my thighs, moving slowly down slick with massage oil. It was so relaxing to be pampered this way except for the fact that two horny women with wet pussies had their sights on my slim little body. The edges of Asha's palm kept rubbing lightly against my pussy lips, teasing me. This made my blood pump harder than ever.

"I think you guys are ignoring your client," I complained.

"She is right, Sharon," Asha replied. She climbed off my back and they started to turn me onto my back. Sharon took a piece of cloth and blindfolded me. They also tied my hands and feet to the table. My legs were parted and I had no way of closing them. I felt Asha climbing on me again. I felt a pair of lips start to kiss my cheek, sucking the skin. They moved towards my ear, licking the inside of the ear. I got goose bumps all over.  The tongue tickled my ears but I had no way of stopping her as I was immobile now. Sharon's tongue licked my face and it found my lips. Her fingers held my lips closed as she sucked on them. Asha joined in and they began to feast on my mouth. I tried to kiss them but Sharon's fingers held my lips in place. I gave up, letting the girls have their way.

"Sharon, I love her small breasts," Asha said.

"Can I suck on them, Nisha?" she asked. I nodded my head in response. I felt Asha's tongue start on its way to my breasts. She took her time. Her tongue followed my cleavage, moving to my right breast. Her tongue circled my nipple, avoiding it. I tried to push it into her mouth, but she avoided it skillfully. I pleaded her to suck my nipple.

"Oh, Sharon, please suck my nipple. Oh darling, please suck it hard!!" I moaned but this did not change her course.

Sharon, moved to the other nipple. She did the same to that nipple. I was going crazy. I started to scream their names, asking them to suck my nipples.

Suddenly when I least expected it, the two ladies sucked my nipples hard at the same time. I have never experienced such an exquisite feeling. I guess it was because my eyes were closed and that heightened my senses. The two ladies almost hurt me with the rythmic sucking of my tender nipples.
I called out to the them to give my nipples a break. I felt them lift off my nipples and I heard them kiss each other.

"Kiss my nipples Sharon," said Asha. I heard her moan as Sharon responded. She sucked Asha's breasts noisily. Sharon pushed my blindfold up so that I could see them. It was so erotic to see Sharon kiss the other girl's breasts tenderly. I got a glimpse of Asha's nipples from time to time as it slipped out of Sharon's mouth. It was hard and dark. I wanted to suck them so much. Every time Sharon's mouth sucked one of them, she shuddered.

Asha pulled Sharon up by her hair so that she got a chance to suck her lips. They kissed tenderly, their tongues exploring each other like snakes in heat. Their breasts competed for space as they kissed each other. The skin bulged as each breast tried to push the other away.

I could see that they were very comfortable with each other by the way they played together. Sharon, pushed Asha roughly down to her large breasts. They shook as her body tensed when Asha bit one of her nipples. Sharon slapped Asha and I was a bit surprised to see Asha moan as if asking for more. Sharon slapped Asha again. It was not a violent slap but I heard the sound. I saw Sharon's hand move under Asha'a neck squeezing it a little bit as she sucked her breasts hungrily.

Sharon noticed my concern and she smiled at me. "Asha loves a little bit of rough play, don't you?" she asked.

Asha moaned in assent without taking her mouth off the soft mountains of softness. She moved to Sharon's other breast while she got slapped a little more.

My foot was really close to Sharon's buttocks and I pushed my toes against her crack. She looked at me and smiled mischievously. She parted her cheeks and rubbed herself against my toes. It was really erotic and I kept rubbing my toe against her anus. She turned around for a little while to wet it with her saliva and literally sat on my toe.

"Do you like to fuck me with your toe Nisha?" she asked. Before I could reply, my toe was buried deep in her pussy, while Asha sucked her breasts. I wiggled my toe as she fucked it like a cock. I wanted to suck her pussy so much.
"Oh please Sharon, I want to lick your pussy once more. I wanted it so much since the last time I met you," I said to her.

She looked at me once again and started to move towards me, pulling out of Asha's clutches. She climbed on top of me and presented me with her lovely pussy. It was dripping wet as it came closer and closer to my waiting mouth. My tongue was quivering in anticipation. Her pussy stopped about an inch away from my mouth. I reached its puffy lips with my tongue, teasing the middle. I licked it gently along the length. Her wetness tasted so sweet on my tongue. I then felt Asha licking my thighs and moving towards my pussy. I moaned as I licked Sharon harder. She untied one of my hands and pushed it towards her anus. I started to tease her little hole as my tongue pushed further into her pussy. She was fucking my tongue now. My finger slipped into her ass and I felt Asha's tongue flick at my clit. I increased my intensity of licking against Sharon's pussy and pushed myself against Asha's face. I wished she would finger my anus and as if she read my mind, I felt her finger rub against my other opening. The finger slipped in easily.

Sharon ground her pussy against my face as she moaned my name. "Oh, gosh, Nisha fuck my pussy and ass with your tongue and finger. Oh gosh, make me come baby," she moaned. I moved faster as I felt her reaching her climax. The thought of her reaching her climax intensified my sensations and I came a few seconds after her screaming into her pussy.

We lay there for a while as I slowly came down to earth. When I opened my eyes, Sharon was standing by me with an odd looking apparatus in her hands. I realized that she was holding onto a strap on. I looked at her and she had one on and Asha was sucking it like a cock.

"Please wear this Nisha," she said. "Asha loves two cocks," she laughed as I looked incredulously at the strap on. They helped me get into it and I felt weird having a dick. Asha started to lick mine and I realized that I had a smaller cock than Sharon. Sharon lay on the floor and Asha climbed onto her cock her back to me. She called me to the front so that she could suck my strap on while Sharon fucked her. Asha looked at me and said, "Why don't you get that thing up my ass?"

I was clueless about anal sex apart from what I had seen in movies. They stopped and helped me mount Asha. She parted her cheeks for me and I pushed the slippery cock into her ass. She moaned as I pushed it slowly into her. We started to move and my strap on slipped out a couple of times before I got the hang of it. But in the end I was fucking her like a man! Asha got wilder as she got closer and closer and I thought she would never come because it kept going on and on. Finally, she screamed as her body shuddered under me. My legs were shaking from the exertion. It must be hard being guy, I presumed as I pulled out of Asha's ass and pushed the strap onto into Sharon's mouth. Then I sucked Sharon's strap on tasting Asha's pussy juice on it. We lay there on the floor for a while and I must have dozed off. When I woke up, there were two ladies looking down at me. It was Asha and Sharon and they lifted me up and took me to the bathroom. They pushed me under the shower and started to give me the best shower I have ever had. This is simply because both their mouths were focused solely on my pussy for most of the time.

Hope you enjoyed this. Write to me with your ideas for part 3. This is dedicated to one of my fans Shanna. Enjoy !!


Hairdresser Ch. 3

A short description of myself and my mom before I continue my story.

My name is Nisha and I am from Sri Lanka, a beautiful country with even more beautiful beaches and sexy women. I am 18 and most people describe me as a tom boy. This is mainly because my hair is cut short and I don't have big breasts compared to my mom. She has a gorgeous pair of 34d's that are all natural. Though I have 30b's, I have a fantastic figure with wide hips, narrow waist and a tummy most women would kill for. This is because I love sports and work out at least 3 hours a week. My legs are long and nicely muscled and well suited to my 5 foot 9 inch frame. I do get hit on by lesbians more than guys and that sometimes bothers me. My mom Anusha is 39 and most of my physical traits are from her, except the short hair and small boobs. She is a widow, since dad died when I was 14. She never remarried and I never really caught her even looking at a man after dad's death.

Everything changed after I met the sexy hairdresser Sharon. I returned home fulfilled and tired. I took a long shower thinking about my encounter with Asha and Sharon. I could still feel the strap on entering her ass. I refrained from playing with myself since I felt more than satisfied with the experience with Asha and Sharon. I went to our entertainment room and was watching a movie when my mom came home. She came into the room and I was amazed to notice how sexy she looked. She was wearing a pair of tight pants that showed off her butt and I was intrigued by the way the pants showed off the outline of her crotch.

"Hey, how was your massage?" I looked away from her crotch hurriedly wondering if she had noticed my gaze.

"It was wonderful," I said, trying not to look at her eyes. I couldn't help looking at her gorgeous breasts that were pressing against the overcoat she wore. I wondered how her breasts looked underneath and as if she heard my thoughts she stretched and removed her jacket, exposing the tight t-shirt she wore underneath. Her breasts seem larger than life and I was amazed how long it took me to realize how gorgeous my mom really is. Suddenly the pair of breasts I was admiring started coming towards me and before I could react my face was buried in them as I received a hug from my mom.

"What is it sweetie? You look as if you have seen a ghost," she said, holding me. I stopped myself from reaching out and biting her skin and resorted to try and break my second and third fingers against the chair as a distraction. Finally I decided to hug her back feeling the softness of her breasts against my face.

She released me and sat down next to me on the couch. So tell me what they did to you at the massage she asked innocently. But I had a hard time keeping my face the same color. I pretended to look at the TV screen and answered her in the most normal way possible.

"Well at least give your mom a shoulder rub," she said turning her back to me. I reached across and started to knead her shoulders.

"Oh gosh, you are good at this!" she exclaimed and she shifted herself so that she was closer to me. I parted my legs to give her room and soon she was really close to me. I was wearing a short wrap around skirt and it rode up to expose my panties. My mom kept leaning back into me so that her shoulders were virtually on my b cups. I got a good look at her cleavage and the sexy bra she was wearing. After a while her head was leaning against my shoulder and I started to rub her arms. My hands brushed the sides of her breasts more than once. Every time they brushed against her bra I shuddered. I found it difficult not to look down her t-shirt. The rhythmical rise and fall of her chest pushed her breasts up and down in the most erotic fashion. I could make out her nipples against the thin material of her t-shirt. I wondered how they would taste in my mouth. These thoughts did nothing to reduce the moisture level of my pussy. I was dying to touch my pussy but I was so scared. Then I realized that my mom had fallen asleep. One of her hands lay on my leg.

I reached over and put my hands on her tummy and hugged her to me. She moaned in her sleep sinking further into me. I was dying to touch her boobs but my hands refused to do my bidding. I smelled her perfume and found it irresistible. So I kissed her cheek once. I kissed her again. I wanted to kiss her lips so much. My pussy was so wet now that I had to touch it. I took one of my hands and pushed it under my mom. My hand reached my pussy and started to rub it over my panties. It was hard to move my hand as my mom was literally on top of me. The feel of her body on mine was so comforting and erotic at the same time. Her body was soft and warm. She seemed so lovely and serene in her sleep.

It must have been the blood flowing rapidly to my head that made me do it, but I suddenly I found that my hand was on one of my mom's breasts. I almost jumped out of the couch when I saw my hand there. I could feel her nipple hard under my hand. I couldn't remember how long it had been there. I almost jumped again when my mom moaned in her sleep. I watched in horror as her hand descended on mine, keeping it firmly in place. My heart was beating like a jack hammer. I started to squeeze her breast and she moaned some more. I managed to get hold of her lovely nipple and started to roll it between my thumb and forefinger. The thin material of her bra cup made things easier. My other hand put some pressure on my pussy. I loved the feel of her hard nipple in my hand. This was getting crazier by the minute and I was regretting the whole thing and the blessed phone came to my rescue. It rang and my mom jumped off the couch. I took my hand off her like lightning.

"Oops, I must have dosed off!," she said as she answered the phone. I straightened my skirt and pretended to watch the movie. During the phone call, I noticed my mom looking at me. I met her gaze once and turned back to the movie hurriedly. After she finished the call, she went to her room. I followed her a few minutes later. I could hear the water running in the shower and as I moved closer, I could hear moaning sounds coming from inside. It was as if she was masturbating. The moans grew louder. I wanted to do something daring. I knocked on the door.

"Mom! Are you alright?" I asked. The moaning stopped abruptly and I heard the water stop. She opened the door wearing a bath towel. Her face was flushed and she looked at me guiltily.

"What is the matter?" she asked.

"I thought I heard a noise."

"No, it was me humming," she replied.

"Well, it sounded as if you were in pain," I said pushing the door a little looking down at her cleavage.

"No, I am fine," she replied failing to meet my gaze.

"Can I soap your back or something," I asked.

She looked at me and after a moment's hesitation, she nodded. I went in and undressed down to my panties and bra. She looked at me curiously, but said nothing. Her face became redder as it took in the flatness of my stomach and rested on my small perky breasts.

"Do you think I am sexy, Mom?"

"Of course you are. I bet guys go crazy over you!"

"Girls go crazy over me."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Like who?"

"Sharon and Asha."

"Oh my god! Really?"

"Yes."

I walked over to her and turned the shower on. I started to rub her back. She shivered as I rubbed her back, my body inches away from her.

"Mom, I feel attracted to Sharon," I whispered.

She said nothing. I felt her body stiffen. I moved closer, my hands moving towards her tummy, my body getting drenched by the spray. I was hugging her now, my body resting gently against her. My hands moved up and down her body avoiding her breasts. I waited for her reaction. She had her eyes closed.

"Nisha can you soap me now?"

"Yes mom."

I took some liquid soap and turned her around to face me. I worked up the foam in my hands an started with her neck moving lower. She kept her eyes closed. I pushed her to the wall and made her rest against it. Her arms fell to her sides enjoying my hands. My hands rubbed soap on her breasts. I purposely lingered on her nipples. They were rock hard. She shuddered but said nothing. I got bolder. I lightly squeezed her nipples between my fingers and moved down lower to her motherly tummy. I ran my hands all over her tummy making it slippery and my heart skipped a beat as I moved lower. Her pussy was shaved and my hands teased her thighs.

"Where else do you want me to soap you mom?" I asked, my voice a croak.

She didn't respond, but I realized that she had parted her legs a little. My hand inched closer to her shaved pussy. Finally, my hand covered her mound. She had her eyes closed but her mouth was open and I detected small moaning sounds escaping her lips. Her lips were full and sexy and I moved towards them. Before long my mouth was on hers. My hand was sliding along her mound, exploring and parting her lips. I started to suck her lips. She didn't respond. I kept kissing her. I started to rub my body against her, sliding up and down. She shivered, moaning into my mouth. I pushed my tongue into her open mouth. Still there was no response from her. I moved my mouth away from her.

"Kiss me, Mom," I ordered her and she reached forward. I kissed her hard and she responded. My tongue played with hers tasting her saliva. My pussy was dripping wet. I kept sliding my body against hers. Her hands reached behind me and unsnapped my bra and slid it up so that my breasts rubbed against hers. My nipples were hard and I kept kissing her. She said something that I could not hear. I leaned closer to hear what she said.

"My ass needs to be soaped Nisha," she moaned. I bent a little and she spread her legs more to allow my hands to reach under her pussy. My fingers went past her perineum. She gripped my shoulders hard as my fingers inched towards her anus. I rubbed the rim and finally slipped inside her tight ass. She screamed with pleasure and her hands tightened on my shoulders.

"Go right in sweetie," she urged. I pushed my finger up to its hilt. She started to move against my finger.

Since my face was in line with her large breasts, I started to kiss them. Her nipples were big and dark. I sucked them into my mouth as my finger fucked her ass. She pulled my face to her breasts urging me to suck them. I moved to her other breast sucking the thick nipple into my mouth. She turned the shower on washing the soap off and pushed my face down, her gesture unmistakable.

My tongue traveled along her tummy moving towards her hairless pussy. I knelt by her. I moved closer to her pussy and she met me halfway. I started sucking it like a madwoman, exploring every part of her lips. Her pussy fluid tasted awesome and I kept pushing my tongue against it. She groaned as she met my thrusting tongue. My finger kept moving in and out of her anus. I reached up to pinch one of her nipples as I licked her pussy. She kept moaning my name as she moved faster and faster against me and finally she shuddered as she came hard. She stayed like that for sometime and pulled me up and hugged me to her. She kissed me on the lips.

"Thank you," she murmured.

"You are most welcome," I whispered.

She then turned around to that I was leaning against the wall and then she took a sponge and started to rub it all over my body. I stopped her for a while and pulled back to me. I wanted to kiss her. I sucked on her lips, tasting her. I hugged her hard, not letting her move. Her knee separated my legs pushing her wet thigh against my mound. I started to rub my mound against her thigh as she did the same with her mound. It was even nicer than being licked because our bodies were rubbing against each other and that contributed to the overall sensation. Since we were both feeling cold, I asked her if we could go back into the bedroom. We were so desperate to go back to what we were doing that we tripped over each other to dry ourselves. The three minutes we spent drying seemed like eternity. Finally, my mom carried me to the bedroom. I was amazed at how strong she was. She put me down gently on the bed. She went over to her cupboard after asking me to close my eyes. When I opened my eyes, she was dressed in the most amazing bra. It a cherry red sheer bra that showed off her nipples. The cups held her lovely breasts accentuating her cleavage. There was an unnatural bulge in her panties and I was wondering what caused it. She smiled as she saw my gaze.

"It’s a surprise!” she said, smiling at me.

She walked over to me and climbed onto the bed. I turned towards her and we started to kiss again. The bulge in her panties rubbed against my tummy and every attempt to touch it was met with a firm slap on the hand. She held the back of my head tightly to her face as she kissed me. I started to explore her massive breasts encased lovingly in the sexy bra. Her nipples were rock hard and I kept pinching them. She asked me to squeeze it harder and I did so. This drove her wild.

"Oh baby, pinch my nipples hard!!" she begged.

"Oh mommy, your breasts are so sexy," I moaned into her mouth.

She moved to my neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin there. I shuddered as I felt her saliva dripping down my body. She moved to my ear sucking the earlobe and she then did something that to me seemed strange. She lifted my arm and started to suck my armpit. I forgot all about the strangeness of the act as my armpit seemed to directly connected to my pussy. It sent an electric shock all over my body when her lips sucked on the skin under my arms. She then moved to the sides of my breasts sucking the supple skin there. It must have been the attention she was giving me and the tenderness she showed that drove me crazy. I gripped her hands roughly and pushed her back onto the bed holding her wrists tightly in my palms. I tried to overpower her. I gripped her legs with my thighs not letting her move and kissed her gently.

Her eyes were excited at the way I took control. I sucked each lip into my mouth. Her lips were thick and soft and I kept sucking them. I released one of my arms and held her wrists using one hand above her head. I then put one hand under her chin holding her firmly so that the head was slightly held back pushing her lips to the highest point. I kissed them roughly. She moaned and struggled under me but it was half hearted.

"Use my bras and tied me up," she whimpered.

I got two bras from her cupboard and tied her hands by the wrists to the bed posts. She was too short for me to tie her legs up so I let them be. I bent over to her and started to kiss her again. I could see that she was enjoying the attention.

"Do you want to suck my breasts, mommy?" I asked roughly.

She nodded helplessly.

"I can't hear you!"

"I want to suck your breasts," she moaned.

I held my breast so close to her mouth but away from her long tongue. I kept avoiding her tongue, getting frustrated by my antics.

"Open your mouth!" I commanded and she complied.

"Close your eyes!" I ordered her and she closed them, her mouth open in anticipation.

I forced my breast as much as I could into her mouth and she started sucking it like a newborn baby. I pulled her head tightly to my chest as she moaned and struggled trying to get as much of my breast into her mouth. I used my free hand to pinch her nipple hard and she moaned louder. My pussy was so wet and it was dripping onto her tummy. I slid my pussy against her round tummy as I struggled to keep my breast in my mom's mouth. I did the same with the other and she sucked it eagerly.

"Do you want my pussy, mommy?" I asked.

She nodded, trying to recover her breath from the constant sucking. Before she could recover completely, I sat on her face, my ass pressing hard against her nose almost blocking her breathing. She sucked and licked my pussy hungrily. I reached over and started to slap her breasts gently as I felt her tongue force its way into my vagina. Then I slid a little exposing my tight ass to her tongue. She moaned as her tongue explored the opening to my ass. She licked the rim and pushed her tongue gently against the tight hole. Finally her tongue pushed against the pulsating opening and I felt exquisite pleasure as she entered my anus with her tongue. Realizing that I was quite close to my orgasm, I lifted off her mouth and started kissing her again, tasting my pussy and ass on her mouth.

"What was the surprise that you have for me mom?" I asked her as I continued to kiss her.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" she countered. I moved down to her panties and started to lick the front of it. There was something soft under the material that resembled a cock. I bit it with my teeth and felt its length. She seemed to be wearing a strap on and the cock ended right where her pussy was. I pulled down the panties to find a black rubber cock fixed to her crotch. It was a double edged cock that ended inside her pussy which meant that she would also feel a certain amount of pleasure when she fucked me with it.

I started licking it like a real cock and sat on it. It was not a big dildo and was fairly easy to push into my tight pussy. I had to stop a few times to ease it in. Then after a couple of tries I was able to move up and down. It was a little uncomfortable at first and once my pussy got used to its size, it was easier. I lay on top of mom and was amazed so feel her start to fuck me expertly. After a few strokes I was screaming at her to fuck me harder. It took a few strokes for me to cum very hard but she didn't stop until I begged her to stop. I lay on her for a while feeling her wet kisses. I almost passed out for a minute or two until I regained my senses.

"Oh mom !!" I asked said.

"How did you learn to fuck like that?" I asked wonderingly.

"Well, we have to thank Sharon for it," she murmured. Suddenly everything clicked.

"You planned my seduction, didn't you?" I asked her.

She smiled mischievously, nodding.

"I am so sorry, babe. I wanted to fuck you so much that I used to talk to Sharon about it," she said.

"Seducing you was her idea because we wanted to find out whether you were attracted to girls," she laughed.

"That’s ok mom, I will forgive you if you will let me fuck you now," I said smiling mischievously.

I took off her strap on and pushed one end into my pussy and wore the contraption. I let her suck it for me first and then I moved to her pussy as she parted her legs invitingly. I decided to tease her a little by rubbing the tip of the strap on against her slit without pushing it in. Then I lifted her hips rubbing the head of the cock against her ass. She writhed under me trying to get the strap on into her. I rubbed the wet head up and down her slit, making her moan some more. Then I entered her suddenly making her shudder. I bent and started to kiss her without moving inside her. She kissed me passionately and urged me to move by pulling me inside her with her hands against my butt. I started move slowly feeling her body shudder at every stroke.

"Oh, Nisha, fuck me hard!!"

"Do you like me fucking you mommy?"

"Oh gosh, yes!!! Fuck me harder!!" she demanded.

I moved faster biting her neck in the process. I felt like a guy at that point. The other end of the cock was making me hot as I felt the reversed reaction of every stroke in my pussy. I moved faster and felt my mom respond. She bit her lip as she pulled me harder to her. I started to move even faster and finally her whole body shuddered as she had a wonderful orgasm. Her nails dug into my ass as she lost control and for a moment her face had a serene expression I have not seen before.

We hugged each other for a long time.

 

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