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Each year a fundraiser was held by the Ladies Network on behalf of The Jones’ Academy of which Rhoda Jones was Headmistress. Rhoda and her lovely Asian assistant Kiko had seduced Penny Kazantakis in her office to which she had been asked to meet with Rhoda under the pretext of discussing late tuition fees for her two daughters Penelope and Pamela.

Penny who wanted her daughters to remain in the Academy eventually gave in to the seduction by Rhoda and Kiko to make up for the tuition fee. What Penny didn’t know after she had given into Rhoda’s compromising deal was that by the time her seduction was over, she would have totally enjoyed herself, experiencing several orgasms from receiving and giving cunnilingus as well as being fucked doggie style by Rhoda with a large strap-on dildo.

Also, after the successful seduction, Penny was admitted into the Ladies Network, a Sisterhood of some of the wealthiest and most influential women in Sydney, and for recognition of her membership Penny was given a gold, eighteen karat ankle bracelet that had a rainbow on it, symbolizing the women being either lesbian or bisexual. Penny was bisexual.

Rhoda had already been given permission to invite Penny to become a Sister in the Ladies Network by the Committee Chairpersons and the President Lady Rose at whose home Penny had attended some of Lady Rose’s well-known dinners where she modelled lingerie and demonstrated sexual toys after which she engaged in the wild, sexual orgies.

The special fundraiser on behalf of The Jones’ Academy was going to take place at Lady Rose’s mansion located at Piper Point, and since Penny owned her own modelling and photography agency called “Intimate Revelations” for which both her daughters were studying at Sydney University, Penelope in Business and Pamela in photography, and was a well known model herself in the popular woman’s magazine Feline, she was asked if she might present a modelling show with her daughters as the models.

At first Penny wasn’t sure if her daughters would agree to be the main attraction at the fundraiser, but she told Lady Rose who had been the one to ask her that she would discuss the idea with her daughters. Her daughters were very familiar with their mother’s business and were quite comfortable about modelling, but it took some time before they agreed to model at the fundraiser.

When Penny called Lady Rose and Rhoda Jones respectively with the good news, both were delighted that Penelope and Pamela would model at the fundraiser. That having been done, the next step was to set a day and time for the fundraiser.

It was decided that the fundraiser would take place on Friday, May 1st, May Day, which in Australia is during the autumn, March to May. Since it was now mid-February, Penny had plenty of time to prepare the modelling show in which her daughters Penelope and Pamela would be the star attractions.

However, as part of the fundraiser modelling show there was to be a specially interesting segment that would follow the show itself, a segment only Penny, Lady Rose, Rhoda, and her assistant Kiko would know until its revelation. However, for the guests the special segment would come as a surprise, one that the four of them agreed would be received with great enthusiasm and feminine gusto.

Thus, after getting her daughters to agree to model at the fundraiser event on behalf of their Alma Mater, the four got to work looking at fashion model magazines such as Feline for which Penny modelled that specialized in sexy lingerie; swim suits and all kinds of clothing both informal and formal at Lady Rose’s two department stores located in City Centre; and other catelogues.

Neither Penelope nor Pamela was hesitant about modelling in front of an audience. In fact, they saw this as an opportunity to gain some experience in the field of their choice that would come in handy when they joined their mom in the family modelling-photography agency located in the East side of Sydney near the gay district off Oxford Street.

During one of the preparation luncheons at Lady Rose’s, it was decided and agreed that since the show would take place on May Day, the weather should be quite beautiful to have it outdoors beneath a large tent Lady Rose would have commercially put up in addition to a wide stage in front of the low end of the pool that would divide into two runways that would go along the sides of the large pool.

With Lady Rose nothing was too much nor too costly.

So, months of preparation passed while Penny and her daughters made their selections to model from formal evening gowns down to sexy, revealing lingerie. During this time Lady Rose, Rhoda, and Kiko went through the membership list of The Ladies Network and chose the wealthiest and most influential women who had been great supporters of the Sisterhood in years past. The invitation list was for twelve with Lady Rose, Rhoda, Kiko, and Penny making the total number sixteen, the number eight being very lucky in istanbul escort bayan the Chinese Horoscope times two. Thus, doubly lucky.

Of course, Lady Rose would see to it that Penny and her daughters would be handsomely paid for their hard work. Penny had already shared with Lady Rose and Rhoda about her incestuous relationship between her and her daughters, so she was confident that while it might take some of their getting used to other hands and mouths on them, they would eventually become open to the sexual advances of the guests were sure to make.

When the fundraiser was first brought up in early February and the day and time were set, Friday evening on May Day the 1st to begin at 7:00 p.m. with a formal dinner with the program to follow afterwards, there seemed to be plenty of time. However, as usual time has a way of fleeting by and now the day was upon them, and there was much preparation going on at Lady Rose’s large estate.

Evening came and guests started to arrive at 6:30 p.m., all in chauffer-driven limousines, and all the guests were dressed to the nines but in various styles, mostly depending on the ages of the ladies from mid-thirties to their seventies as was Lady Rose at seventy-one.

For this event Lady Rose’s head butler Howard who had been with her even before her parents were killed in an auto accident had hired other butlers to help in escorting the guests to their seats around the great dining room table with exquisite place settings and bone china with a large bowl of long stem pink roses highlighted by green cuttings as the centre piece.

There were also extra maids for the evening so that things went smoothly that Lady Rose insisted for every event hosted by her.

There was enough seating at the table for sixteen with Lady Rose at the head and Penelope and Pamela sitting to her right and left as special guests-of-honour. Penny and Rhoda sat at the other end of the table facing Lady Rose with Kiko on Rhoda’s left.

There was much talking during dinner, most of it directed at Penelope and Pamela to make them feel a part of the group and to help them relax. None could ignore their youth and beauty and allow their erotic, female minds give way to licentious thoughts involving the girls which they hoped would be possible before the night was over.

A Miss Eldridge sat on Penelope’s right and a Mrs. Malone sat on the left of Pamela, and the two of them from time to time seemingly inadvertently let their legs press against the thighs of the girls, feeling their youthful warmth.

At first Penelope and Pamela didn’t think much of it since the table was crowded, but when each felt a hand placed on their thighs and move up and down in a casual manner, they knew it was not by accident.

A wee bit confused and not knowing how to react or what to say if anything, each looked at Penny who unnoticeably to those around her nodded her head yes as a sign to let it happen…that it was all right. Thus, having been intimate with their mom and enjoying the touch of a woman’s hand on their bodies, both Penelope and Pamela looked at one another knowingly and let their being felt up by the older women go on without protest.

Miss Eldridge and Mrs. Malone who were both in their fifties were quite taken with Penelope’s and Pamela’s youth, and as they moved they hands up and down the girls’ legs they continued to talk so that those around them did not know what their hands were doing under the table.

Lady Rose had seated the two in their respective places because Miss Eldridge was right-handed which allowed her left hand to be free to roam while Mrs. Malone was left handed which freed her right hand to roam.

Not surprised in the least, Lady Rose knew exactly what was going on underneath the table as the dinner progressed. She sensed it from the action of Penelope and Pamela as well as Miss Eldridge and Mrs. Malone who were quite chummy with the girls. If that wasn’t enough, she felt the knees of Penelope and Pamela touch her own knees as the girls caught up in the secretive thrill of being felt up by these older women spread their legs.

When the two women felt their response, they slid their hands down to the hem of the girls’ dresses and slowly ran their fingers up their inner thighs, feeling the silkiness of their thigh high nylons, and then to their utter surprise and total enjoyment each found that neither of them were wearing panties.

They looked across the table and locked glances in agreement about what they were feeling, Penelope’s and Pamela’s velvety-smooth shaved pussies that they found to be already wet with their natural lubricant that had oozed out of their vaginal slits and coated their pussies.

With controlled smiles on their faces, Miss Eldridge and Mrs. Malone worked their fingers all over the girls’ Mons, becoming quite sexually aroused themselves and wet between their legs, leaving wet spots on their expensive ataşehir outcall escorts panties.

Penelope and Pamela just gave them free access to their youthful pussies, enjoying the sexual stimulation to the fullest. By now both their clits were extended beyond their protective hoods, and their shafts were blood-engorged, soft to the touch, and sensitive.

As Miss Eldridge and Mrs. Malone tried to balance their act of continuing to eat and play with the girls’ pussies, they found it very difficult as did Penelope and Pamela as they were nearing their first orgasms of the evening…and the show hadn’t even begun about which they had no idea what was expected of them beyond modelling.

Lady Rose sat in her seat quite satisfied with what was happening so close to her, and the fact that the girls were allowing it to happen pleased her even more as far as the evening’s festivities were concerned.

“We ought to do quite well raising money for the Academy if this is how it’s going to be,” Lady Rose thought to herself just as one after the other of Penny’s daughters muffled their orgasms as waves of sexual energy filled their swollen clits and washed over their womanhood.

Penny who had not taken her eyes off her daughters since she realized what was going on at the other end of the table, smiled inwardly to herself for the same reason, thinking the old adage, “An apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” In Penny’s case she had two apples.

After Penelope and Pamela had their orgasms, Miss Eldridge and Mrs. Malone brought their hands out from underneath the girls’ dresses and wiped their fingers on their napkins across their laps. Each would have been more contented to have licked their hands clean of Penelope’s and Pamela’s pussy cream, but licking and sucking ones fingers in the presence of company would not be lady-like.

“Maybe we’ll get another chance,” they both thought to themselves.

Thus, the dinner went smoothly as it always does at Lady Rose’s table from the Champagne cocktails prior to the dinner through the salad to a scrumptious dessert of various fresh berries smothered in rich cream. Of course, wine, both white and red, flowed quite freely, Lady Rose wanting to get her guests in a semi-inebriated state that would have them opening their checkbooks more willingly and graciously before the evening was over.

After the table was cleared, coffee and tea was served, and then the head butler Howard and the hired butlers escorted all the ladies from the dinning room through the Great Room and out through the French Doors onto the large, grey, slate patio. Beyond was a lush, well-manicured lawn that led to the large swimming pool where comfortable chairs had been set up in single file around the stage and along the divided runways.

Lady Rose would sit in a special, comfortably padded chair with armrests, and sharing the stage area would be Penny, Rhoda, and Kiko. There was a podium with a microphone off to the side for Penny during her presentation of each of the items her daughters would be modelling.

It was a beautiful, clear, May evening with a large three-quarter sliver of white moon set in a dark, ebon sky along with myriads of brilliant stars, and the large, private yard looked like a botanical garden with islands of trees and shrubs as well as flowering plants. The lawn had the look of a golf course it was kept so well groomed.

After all the ladies were seated, Penny got up and stood at the podium until all the whispering was silenced and she could speak uninterrupted.

“I would first like to welcome all of you special guests of The Ladies Network Sisterhood to this intimate fundraiser for The Jones’ Academy that we have each year.

“But before we begin the modelling show in which my two lovely daughters Penelope and Pamela are the main attraction, lets give a round of applause to Lady Rose for hosting the event and for the lovely dinner from which we have just come,” said Penny with poise and confidence.

“Hear! Hear!” the ladies spoke up as one, adding their clapping in appreciation for Lady Rose as Chairwoman of the Network and for hosting the fundraiser event.

Lady Rose nodded her head in thanks.

The formalities having been done, Penny turned to the program and began to introduce her daughters one at a time as they first showed off the evening gowns of various styles and fashion, the daily attire one might wear, and worked her way down to that which the women came to see, the lingerie.

It was already conceded that Penelope and Pamela were beautiful girls and that even being fully clothed they were well-built, both having large breasts with deep cleavage like their mother, each about 34 D with Penelope possibly being 34 DD; youthful, narrow waists; and round, well-formed hips that equaled their breast size; and shapely calves.

However, what they wanted to see was more flesh. More of their luscious bodies. To see istanbul escort as well as perhaps to touch.

“All right ladies, I know what you’ve been waiting for: the sexy lingerie. Well, wait no more.”

There was a collective chuckle among the ladies as they nodded their heads in agreement and clapped their hands enthusiastically. Surprisingly, a few of the younger ladies even made catcalls with their lips that they licked in anticipation.

“There will be a slight change in the presentation, however. Instead of Penelope and Pamela coming out one at a time. Both are going to come out together from the portable dressing room, each coming down a runway beside the pool and coming together at the juncture that is the main runway,” Penny announced.

A soft voice spoke up, “Is touching permitted?”

“Yes, you may have the models turn around to show you the whole outfit or what there is of it,” Penny giggled, “and you may touch the material to see if you like what you see.”

“I like what I’ve seen already,” another said. “Your daughters are absolutely beautiful and charming, Penny.”

Penny smiled and responded, “I’m glad you think so because I think the same of them. I was very lucky to have such beautiful daughters.”

“All right, enough talk. It’s show time!” Penny spoke out as she looked down at the pleased look on Lady Rose’s face who by all intents and purposes must be agreeing that things were going as planned.

The libidos of the women were stoked and hot by now, and they were more than ready to see the young flesh of Penelope and Pamela.

“All right, girls, you may come out now,” said Penny.

With smiles on their faces Penelope and Pamela walked out onto the runway, each wearing a sexy teddy that revealed their ample breasts and sculptured legs. As taught them by their mother, the two walked with fluid grace, their arms swinging loosely and their hips swaying to a fro as their ass cheeks moved up and down with each step they took.

Appreciative Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus and Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs were made by the ladies as their lascivious eyes devoured them with lustful gusto.

Penelope and Pamela stopped in front of each woman to give her a chance to get a good, close-up look at the teddy and finger the material. Penelope’s teddy was black, and Pamela’s teddy was white, making for a stunning combination.

Not having been informed beforehand by Penny that anything more than modelling the outfits that evening was expected of them, they were caught off-guard when fingers not only touched and felt the material of the teddies, but they strayed onto their panties and slid along the thigh lines, sending erotic sensations through their young bodies.

Each gave their mother a questioning look as to whether this was a part of the modelling to which Penny nodded her head “yes.”

Penny’s “yes” made both Penelope and Pamela smile knowing now that before the evening ended they would be doing more than modelling.

Thus, they allowed the guests to be more intimate…more searching with their fingers as they modelled all kinds of sexy lingerie, and with each change they displayed more revealing pieces to the wanton eyes and roaming hands of the ladies.

The last item of the evening, the piece de’ resistance, consisted of a leather bra with cut outs for the girls’ nipples to show that by now because of their own sexual arousal from having their bodies touched and caressed by all the guests were taut and erect. They also wore leather crotch-less panties.

To add a Gothic theme to the girls wearing revealing black leather outfits with silver studs, Penelope carried in her hand a whip and Pamela a paddle.

The crotch-less panties allowed the ladies not only to roam their hands all over Penelope’s and Pamela’s upper thighs and slide their fingers along the thigh panty line, but they were now able to slide their fingertips onto and along their pussies, and since Penny had instructed them to stand in front of each guest so they could have an up close and personal look, the fingering of their pussies was more than a casual caress of their fingers.

In fact, Penelope and Pamela were so sexually aroused by now from all the attention to their genitals that whenever the stood in front of a guest, they spread their legs, giving her easy, unobstructed access to her girlish womanhood. By now both pussies were wet with their natural lubrication that made the ladies’ fingers slide back and forth with ease, collecting their pussy cream as they did so.

Upon taking their fingers away in order for Penelope and Pamela to move on to the next guest, each of the ladies licked her fingers clean of their fresh pussy cream, enjoying the youthful flavour.

By now both Penelope and Pamela had experienced a few minor orgasms.

“Well, ladies, that’s the show for this evening,” said Penny enthusiastically. “From watching I can tell you enjoyed it as well as my two lovely daughters Penelope and Pamela.”

A round of applause went up in appreciation, and a few bravas resounded for Penelope and Pamela.

“And…and…” Penny spoke out above the applause and bravas, “Let’s not forget our lovely hostess Lady Rose who was to a large extent responsible for the fundraiser on behalf of The Jones’ Academy.”

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Julie sat in her room. She felt a little weird being in college now. She began to unpack. Her parents had just left so she was alone. Her room was a double, her roommate was a sophomore named Susan. She was still at cheerleader practice. Julie felt a pang of jealousy like she always did when she thought of cheer leaders. They always seemed so unbearably sexy. Julie in comparison was just an average girl from a catholic school since preschool.

Her room was the last on the girls’ side of the dorm. There was no door to the boys’ side but it made her feel a bit unholy. Well, she didn’t come to college to feel holy, she came to learn. Susan came in to the room. She was still wearing her cheerleader costume. “Hey you must be Julie” she said thrusting out her hand.

“Hi,” Julie took it and noticed just how soft it was. “So which bed do you want?”

Susan laughed “Oh we’re not keeping these ratty old things, we’re getting a new one.”

Julie saw no problem with the old beds but as long as Susan was paying she was fine. Julie finished unpacking while Susan took a shower. Julie was about to leave when Susan stopped her “wait, help me.” Julie didn’t want to make an enemy of the girl she would have to spend the next year with so she helped.

The 2 went to classes and luckily, it being the first day, neither had too much homework to do. Julie was all ready to go to bed when Susan grabbed her hand and pulled her close. “Do you want to try out for cheer leading?”

Julie was taken aback, she had no talent in athletics. “Not really, I’m more into drama and I’m not very athletic.”

“You don’t have to be, you just have to be sexy in college.” Susan said.

Julie laughed “I may not know much about it, but I’m confident that you need to be athletic.”

“No, your job is to distract the audience from watching your team fail because they too are watching you.” Julie had never thought of it like that. “I’ll show you, bend over.” Julie obeyed “Now that is stretching. The only difference is that your back should be to me and you should take off your pants.” Julie raised an eyebrow “let me show you.” Julie took off her skirt and stood in only her underthings. “Now when I bend over, think that you are a horny 18 year old boy.” Julie tried. She could see that Susan was hot.

“Okay so I could warm up with you, but I can’t do the actual cheering.” Julie imagined the girls doing splits and handstands and standing on each other’s backs.

“Come to practice tomorrow, just watch me and find out how it is done.” She told Julie.

“fine, I’ll cheer on the cheerleaders.” Julie jokes.

CHAPTER 2

When school finished, Julie and Susan both went back to the dorm to do homework.

“How do you spell hypocrite?” asks Susan.

“H-Y-P-O-C-R-I-T-E.” Julie answers. Susan thanks her and tells her she is really smart. Susan asks her to help her spell more words, then she asks Julie for help in math. After about 40 minutes of listening to Julie explain Susan just tells her to do it. “But then you won’t learn.”

“House wives of rich guys don’t need to be smart, just hot when they are 20.” Julie realizes that istanbul rus escort it is sadly true. She does Susan’s homework and her own before they go to cheerleading practice.

When they get there, the coach tells Julie that she should try out. “I’m not very athletic.” Julie tells the 30 year old man.

“Put this on and say that again.” He gives her a pink top and a mini skirt. Julie looks at it in horror but then she sees Susan, well if Susan doesn’t have a problem with it, what right does she have to?

Julie goes into the girls’ locker room and puts it on. She feels a bit exposed but decides that if it is what cheer leaders do, then who is she to argue. When she goes out to the field, the coach tells her that she is going to go on the top since she is so light. Julie gets on Susan’s back and then shoulders, she is good at cheer.

“Nice job Julie.” Susan says as they walk off the field together “I think you should formally try out, but keep in mind, you don’t need to wear that obvious white underwear, you can do more if you don’t limit yourself to underwear.” Julie thinks about it and notes that Susan herself does wear underwear, but maybe once you are on the team a while, you get so good that underwear doesn’t stop you.

“Sure Susan, I won’t wear underwear when I cheer, that is if I get on the team.” Julie tells her.

When they get back to their room, Susan changes. Julie just sits on her bed. “What are you doing Julie?” Susan asks as she comes back out of the bathroom.

“I have no plans so I was just sitting here.” Julie admits.

“I’m going to the mall with a couple of friends, want to tag along?” Susan asks.

Julie can’t process how nice she is being, does she WANT to? She had been hoping that by the end of the first month of college she would be invited by freshmen, not go to a sophomore get together in the first week. “I’d love to”

“Great.” Susan says “But you aren’t coming wearing that.” Susan looks over Julie

“I usually just wear jeans and a tee.” Julie tells Susan.

“Oh that won’t do. You need to make an impression on the girls. You can only make one first impression.” Susan goes through all of Julie’s drawers without finding anything that caught her eye. “Ugh, Julie it’s no wonder I’m your only real friend, you have nothing good. We’re selling it all and buying new beds and some better clothes for you.”

Julie feels ashamed that she didn’t have a good taste. “I’m sorry Susan.”

“Ugh, it’s fine let’s just get there early so we can buy you something to wear. Until then, wear my miniskirt and this skin tight spaghetti strap.” Susan thrusts the clothes at Julie

“OK.” Julie says. She goes to the bathroom and strips. She feels bad that she has made Susan so ashamed of her. She looks at herself in the mirror. She is a blonde. Her breasts are just small enough to know that they haven’t been altered, her ass is very tight and her vagina is very hairy since she doesn’t shave it. She feels her tender breasts before putting on her new bra and the shirt. It seems a bit to transparent for Julie’s liking. The miniskirt looked ataşehir eve gelen escort good though.

“I didn’t tell you to wear that hideous bra!” Susan says as Julie comes back into the room. “Take it off. Now.”

Julie feels bad and starts to go back to do so. “We don’t have time just take it off here.” Susan tells her. Julie turns around to hide her tits from Susan “Oh don’t tell me your embarrassed.” Susan says “You’re not that small, turn around” Julie does trying to hide the red in her cheeks. Susan puts the shirt on Julie and feels her tits. “Relax girl, I’ll make sure nobody is mean to my little whore.”

Susan finishes putting on Julie’s shirt and they go to the mall together. Julie stays next to Susan the entire time, afraid that the other girls will try to be mean to her. Then they go to Sleepy’s. “We are getting a king sized, it looks better.” Susan tells Julie.

Julie is happy to be able to share the bed with her friend. “What kind?”

“heart shaped one.” Susan says.

She hops onto a bed with a red comforter and pink pillows. The price tag says $2350.

“Who is paying?” asks Julie.

“Well you of course, unless you want to stay a loser forever.” Susan answers stroking Julie’s hair.

Julie puts it on her credit card and they go back to school. The bed will be delivered tomorrow.

Susan and Julie get into the room. Susan puts on a big tee shirt as PJs, Julie is about to put on a tee as well when Susan grabs her arm “Sleep naked for me Julie.” She takes her shirt back from her and takes off Julie’s miniskirt. “Don’t wear any more bras Julie.” She says as she walks over to her bed.

“OK Susan.” Julie says as she herself gets into her bed.

“Julie.” Susan says “You don’t jerk off much do you?”

Julie is taken aback, she had never in her life jerked off. “No, I would never!” she answers defensively.

“That’s too bad, it’s cool to, everyone who is cool does it.” Susan says “Here I’ll teach you.” She gets out of her bed and walks over to Julie’s bed. “get up bitch.” She commands as she slaps Julie’s bare breast. Julie obeys standing without trying to hide anything from her friend. “Now put your hand on your vagina.” Susan says seductively. Julie obeys silently “Good now rub up and down.” Julie obeys “Harder Julie.” Susan tells her “Now put your finger inside yourself” Julie obeys “You are horrible, let me show you.” Susan reaches out and rubs Julie’s vagina. “See how I do it a little harder every time.” She is right, she is much better than Julie.

She does it until Julie comes “I took about 3 minutes. Now you try, you’ll take like an hour.”

“OK Susan.” Julie says as she tries again. Susan was right, it does take her a long time to come, almost 7 minutes.

“We’ll try again later, get in your bed and go to sleep, I’m going to sell your clothes and buy you new ones.” Susan says as she dumps all of Julie’s clothes unceremoniously into a big trash bag.

Julie gets in her bed and wants to masterbate again. “Susan, can I jerk off again?”

Susan drops Julie’s clothes and storms over to her. She slaps Julie’s cheek. escort bayan “Don’t you ever ask to jerk off again. I will tell you when you can touch yourself and when you are forbidden to. If you ever ask again, I will make sure you never make any friends ever!” She slaps Julie’s cheek again for good measure.

“Yes Susan.” Julie says fighting back the tears. She lies back down and goes to sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When Julie wakes up she forgets where she is and why she is naked, then she remembers and smiles. She gets up and sees that her clothes are gone “Susan, where are my clothes?”

“Oh my little whore, those old stinkers? I got up early and sold them all. You still owe me $200 though.” Susan answered.

“For what?” Julie asked.

“For the trouble of making you cool.” Susan answered as she walked to the bathroom.

Julie didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t follow, she had no clothes to wear. She just waited for 30 minutes or so until Susan came back.

“Put on this miniskirt Julie.” Susan handed Julie a piece of cloth that seemed as large as a single finger hole in a glove.

“What about my underwear?”

“You don’t get to wear any from now on. You have to wear exactly what I tell you. If I don’t tell you anything, don’t wear anything.” Susan said as she stroked Julie’s bear breast.

“Okay Susan, I will” Julie says as she puts on the shirt.

Susan takes a sports bra out of the bag of new clothes and holds it up against Julie’s bare breasts. “yup, pink was the way to go.” She kisses one of Julie’s breasts and puts the bra onto her toy.

“Susan, where is my shirt?” Julie asked as she stood in their room.

Susan grabbed Julie by the hair and thrust her onto her knees. “What did I tell you about questioning fashion?” She slaps her on the cheek and then pulls off the sports bra to bite Julie’s left tit.

Julie screams in pain “Susan stop that it hurts” Julie ran out into the hallway with her bra still only half on.

“Get her John!” Susan said. Then Coach Thread came out of a secret passageway from the boy’s side of the dormitory. He grabbed Julie by the wrist and whipped her around back into her room.

“Mr. Thread? What are you doing? Let me go-” She was interrupted when he thrust his cock down her throat. She didn’t want to be expelled so she sucked.

“Good girl.” Mr. Thread said “You are probably confused right now. Don’t worry whore, Susan will make sure you have a place to sleep every night and food to eat every day. Susan is a sex slave dealer, and you were supposed to be sold, but she likes you and I do to so we have decided that as long as you promise not to tell anyone anything that happens while either of us are present you get to continue with your normal life, only a few changes.” He pulled Julie’s mouth off of his penis to let her answer.

“Okay sir, what do you want?” Julie asked and immediately after finishing her words he thrust her back onto himself.

“One. You wear exactly what Susan tells you to.” Mr. Thread told Julie he let her nod her head. “Two, you will fuck who ever I tell you”

He pulled her head off of his penis “Yes sir.”

“third,” Susan said “You will not waste either of our time complaining that you don’t want to do something, we are saving your life and even letting you continue your normal life so we don’t want to hear it.”

“Okay Susan” Julie said as she crawled back into their room with her new owners.

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Those were the questions that should have been circling through Carol’s head. Those were the questions she should have been asking. But every time she found a moment to think straight, every time she worked up the gumption to say anything, the only sound that escaped her lips was:

“Eh heh, heh, heh!”

God, what was wrong with her? She was acting like a giddy teenager getting ready for her first date all over again. No, worse than that. She was acting like one of those super shy, plain-jane-only-because-she’s-wearing-glasses girls who just got asked to the prom by the pretty-boy-star-quarterback-player in one of those stupid teen movies her daughters ate up.

But she couldn’t help it. The second this woman, this Celeste, wrapped her naked body around her own, Carol melted away like butter on toast. Something about seeing her, touching her, just being around her made Carol feel like a kid again, even though she was very certain Celeste was younger than her. Maybe it was the maternal way she was acting, entwining her fingers around Carol’s like a mother would to her little one, assuring her that everything was okay around her.

Or maybe it was because Celeste was pretty. Very, very pretty. Like Maisie and all the other women in the temple, she was nude. Completely so, all the way down to the tips of her toes, and she clearly spent a lot of time that way if her all-over tan was anything to go by. Bare muscles rippled tantalizingly as she walked, which were emphasized by the ambient lights making the shadows fall into their curves and contours like rivulets of liquid darkness. They flowed sensuously as her shoulder blades subtly rose and fell from beneath her skin, splashed calmly along both sides of the valley in her spine that begged to be stroked by a single tender finger, and rhythmically pulsed in the crevice of her buttocks and the shallow dimples above it. But shadows weren’t the only things that dribbled down Celeste’s naked form; every inch of her naked flesh glistened with a healthy layer of perspiration that made her skin glow with an almost metallic sheen. She had been sexing it up with a few dozen girls for a while, and if her graceful movements were anything to go by, she still had enough energy for more.

Carol’s legs wobbled like gelatin as the pleasant tingling sensation that had been her companion for the past hour or so made itself known again like hot breath on the back of her neck. It grew steadily warmer as the naked enchantress guided her out of the main chamber, through twisting hallways, and down flights of stairs. She moved with a seductive gait, bobbing her behind back and forth every step of the way, causing the lights and shadows to dance beautifully off her sleek and shiny globes. Carol’s eyes never strayed far from them. The way they moved, the way they quivered ever so slightly was nearly hypnotic.

Her laser-focused concentration on Celeste’s sweet derriere was broken only when she felt the air turn humid and heard the dripping sounds of water. Carol looked up to see they had wandered into some kind of grotto. Everything, from the walls to the ceiling to even the floor was designed with elaborate stonework to give it the appearance of a natural cave. A natural cave dominated by a pool of very refreshing water.

Celeste finally released Carol’s hand and descended into the pool, stepping into the water first before diving fully in, sticking her rear up in the air and showing it off for a moment before her whole body submerged beneath the surface. Her head rose on the other side as she leaned back against the wall and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

“Mmmm. Nothing soothes the soul more after a meeting with the goddess than a nice bath.” Propping her arms up on the edge, the priestess pulled herself up, high enough to show off her boobs and her fire-red nipples. “Well, what are you waiting for, childe? Come and join me.”

Carol obliged her with an excitedly whispered “Okay.” She practically jumped out of her sandals as she stepped into the bath and swam to Celeste, paddling her arms and legs like an eager puppy. No sooner had she reached the redhead was she suddenly scooped up in the priestess’ arms and sat upon her lap like a child.

“Mmmm, isn’t this nice?” said Celeste as she hugged Carol close to her, nestling the older woman’s head into her breast. “You and I, two women, of different backgrounds, from different walks of life, and yet similar in so many important ways, together like this, with nothing between us. Wouldn’t you agree this is the way it’s supposed to be?”

Carol didn’t know what to say to that. The woman’s words were baffling her, and being in such close proximity to her nude form was wrecking havoc on her concentration. So she just nodded along and hugged her back. “Uh-huh.”

Celeste’s hands roamed around Carol’s body, exploring the contours of her back, tracing bostancı escort where her muscles rose, where they fell, where her bones jutted, the long dip in her back. She tested the flesh with her fingertips, marveled at how hard Carol felt when she tensed up, looked for where she was most sensitive. And ticklish. A few times, she got a twitch and a muffled giggle out of the mother, and each time, Carol swore she could hear the woman smile as she got the reaction she sought.

As she worked, Carol finally found the wherewithal to look closely at her mistress’ face. She had seen all there was to Celeste’s backside and was not disappointed, but if she was going to make a new lover today, she needed to see the visage that she would likely be kissing. She was not disappointed in that department either. Celeste was as beautiful from the front as she was from the back. She was, as Carol suspected, younger than her, looking to be about in her mid-20s, and yet she carried herself with an elegance often reserved for older women. Her features were regal, with sharpened cheekbones, a pointed chin, and piercing eyes that beckoned Carol to fall into their nearly black depths. She reminded the mother of a queen sitting atop her throne, strong, gorgeous, and authoritative, even in all her nakedness. Or perhaps even because of her nakedness, which she “wore” boldly and with pride.

And just imagining Celeste in such a powerful light was enough to make Carol suddenly feel something she rarely ever felt. Small. Inadequate. Insignificant. Unworthy. Emotions she experienced all throughout her awkward teenage years. She felt am abrupt urge to back away, to cross her arms over her chest the way girls typically did when they found themselves naked. No scratch that, she felt a sudden urge to hide her form and cover it with…with clothes!

Why would a woman as stunning as Celeste have any interest in her? Carol was an old cow compared to her. Her best years were behind her. She didn’t like to admit it, but they were. Oh yes, she worked out, she ate right, she did everything she could to give herself a physique that she liked to think girls half her age envied, but being so close to this…this goddess only reminded her that nothing about her would ever amount.

Her breasts were saggy. Her thighs were thick as tree trunks. Her ass was fat. And her skin was absolutely wretched; she had stretch marks, she had wrinkles, she had crow’s feet that would show if she smiled too widely. She didn’t think about these things normally, hell, she hardly ever noticed them and she was certain no one else did either. But Celeste, pure, perfect, lovely Celeste…she would notice them. Even in this lighting she would pick up every flaw and imperfection on Carol’s body. This woman seemed like she could stare right into you, peel through all your walls, expose every wretched, repulsive thing about you that you didn’t know about. Or didn’t want to admit.

The thought of seeing her disapproving gaze was enough to make Carol’s lip quiver. She didn’t deserve to be here. She didn’t deserve to share such an intimate space with this goddess. Hell, she didn’t even deserve to be nude. Not here. Not anywhere!

But before Carol could so much as push herself away and usher an apology for being such an eyesore, Celeste leaned down and kissed her lovingly on the forehead, cooing kindly as she did so, and giving Carol a good close look at the expression she was wearing. Celeste did not look disgusted. She didn’t look disgusted at all. She was just gazing at Carol with that same look of hers that bespoke of…motherly affection? Carnal lust? Interest? Fascination? She couldn’t be sure. All the while continuing to explore her back, sliding her hand ever lower to Carol’s butt.

Carol suddenly tensed up as she felt the priestess’ hand slide over her cheek, her fingertips almost digging into the cleft, tickling the sensitive flesh within. She gave it a tender squeeze, sinking her fingers into the orb firmly, bunching the flesh daintily up between them. Carol gasped at the contact, half in surprise, and half in delight at how good Celeste’s touch felt. Celeste in turn followed up by burying her nose in the older woman’s hair and taking a deep breath, almost as if she was sniffing it.

“Mmmm, you take good care of yourself,” she whispered huskily. “When I first saw you come in with my wife, I thought you were one of us. But you’re not. You’re a gorgeous woman who doesn’t look her age at all, and feels so nice in all the best ways. You would make a wonderful Zenrist.”

Carol was taken aback. Celeste…thought she was gorgeous? Really? She liked her flabby, 42-year-old self? She looked up to ask the priestess if she really meant that and wasn’t just being polite. However, when their eyes met, she was instead greeted by a look of surprise on the younger woman’s face, who appeared startled by her own words.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have ataşehir otele gelen escort said such things. It’s impolite to even allude to a lady’s age. Please forgive me, childe. It’s something I haven’t had to consider for a while.”

“Oh, um, that’s alright,” Carol stammered, not sure what to say. She hadn’t expected to hear the woman make an apology like that. She was honestly still reeling from the compliment she had unexpectedly received. It wasn’t unappreciated, but she still couldn’t help but think that it was more than she deserved. Still, seeing Celeste look so unsure of herself for once, even if it was only for a moment, was enough to break Carol out of her insecure stupor. Whatever was up with this woman, whatever it was about her that set the mother’s heart aflame, the fact remained: she was still human, and she could still be talked to. Carol didn’t need to act so bashful.

That reminded her. “Wait, Maisie is…your wife?” That was not something she ever expected to hear. Was gay marriage legal in this state? And did she do something wrong fooling around with a married woman?

Celeste merely giggled. “Of course she is. All the women in this congregation are my wives. Just as I am the wife of all of them. And we are all wives to the goddess.”

“You’re…all wives to one another? How does that even work? Don’t tell me that’s part of what it means to be a Zenrist,” said Carol. This religion was getting odder by the minute. “And what exactly does it mean to be a Zenrist? And what makes you think I would be a good one?”

Celeste’s features softened up as her expression turned contemplative. “Hmmm, what does it mean to be a Zenrist? It is such a simple question you ask, and yet I cannot possibly provide an answer that you would be able to grasp with words alone.”

She slid her hands on either side of Carol and repositioned the mother so that she was now straddling her waist. Carol stiffened from the sudden movement, as well as from the sensation of feeling the priestess’ bare skin slide against her own, but did nothing to resist or get out of the new, more intimate position she now found herself in.

“To be a Zenrist,” Celeste explained, “is to fully embrace what it means to be a woman. I don’t mean to be merely proud of the body you were born with, or the form you grew into, but to awaken the primal feelings for which you were made.”

Her hands tightened around Carol’s buttocks as she gave each sumptuous cheek a firm squeeze. “You do not know this, and I do not expect you to believe it either, but women, us, we did not evolve from prehistoric ancestors like the fauna we share this world with. We were made.”

Carol felt her body slide forward as Celeste pulled her closer.

“Zenriah made us. She made us to appeal to Her sense of beauty. She made us to feel the same sensations She felt. She made us to yearn for what She yearned for.”

Carol shivered while the feeling of electricity crackled within her as her clit made sudden contact with the priestess.’

“And most of all, She made us to love Her.” And then, Celeste began to rub. She didn’t rub her body over Carol’s; it was more accurate to say she rubbed Carol on herself. She squeezed the older woman’s buttocks even tighter, puller her even closer, and ground Carol over her form. Carol gasped as she felt both her clit run along the groove of the priestess’ sex, and the priestess’ run along her own in turn, massaging ever sensitive fold it so much as brushed against. Water splashed and rippled all around them.

“Ah…ah…ahhhh!”

“She taught us all there was to love,” Celeste continued, her voice dropping to a breathy whisper. “To love Her and to love ourselves. She taught us the arts of womanly pleasure, of sapphic bliss, of wet arousal. She taught us all the ways we could express our love for Her. With our lips! With our tongues! With our hands! With our breasts. With our…everything!”

“OH! OH! AHH! OHH!”

She increased her pace. She upped her speed. She bounced Carol up and down against her form faster and harder than before. Pulled the mother even deeper into herself, and herself deeper into the mother. Carol could feel the priestess’ pulse from all around her sensitive nub. Her moans grew louder.

“And most of all…Zenriah taught us how we could truly connect with one another…before we even learned how to speak!”

“AH! AH! AHHHHHHH—”

And for the third time that day, Carol came. Her body jolted again and again, repeatedly, as she let her pleasure gush out of her. It did not splash and it did not splatter as it did before, for it was underwater, but she could feel it burst out of her like steam from a geyser, and into the open flower of the priestess. She wrapped her arms tightly around Celeste, to keep her stability, to hold on for dear life. Because for reasons she could not fathom, she had the sense that if she fell, she wouldn’t just fall into istanbul escort the water, but into the warm, welcoming recesses of the Zenrist woman’s pulsating core.

Carol’s orgasm did not deter Celeste, did not slow her down. The priestess only continued to rub her body into her, rub their inner selves against one another. “We are holy, Caroline. Every single one of us is descended from divinity. And in every single woman is a lost child crying to reconnect with that sacred being that our goddess intended us to be. Some more than others!”

She paused her speech to bury her face in Carol’s great heaving bosoms, latching her lips around the older woman’s nipples, licking them with her tongue, suckling them with her mouth, scraping them against her teeth. Carol moaned again, already feeling her inner fire build up just seconds after her last orgasm.

“Ohhhh, it’s especially strong in you. Since the moment you were born, you have wanted to run free in this perfect body you were given. No amount of social conditioning could quell that desire. Your need to be naked is the same as our need to be naked, for we honor the Goddess and Her creation of the female body!”

“Yes! Yes!” gasped Carol. “I love to be naked! I’ve always loved to be naked! There’s never been a time in my life when I didn’t want to be naked!”

“You stole every moment you could find to revel in your nakedness,” said Celeste. “Unlike most children, you looked forward to bathing, and made sure yours lasted especially long. You never bothered with pajamas, choosing instead to sleep in your skin. You showered after every class in gym, even when you were not perspiring. And as you got older and further away from your parents’ yoke, you found even more opportunities to bare your true self.”

“Yeeeeesssss…yeeeessssss!” Carol didn’t know if she was confirming the priestess’ words, or reacting to the sheer bliss she was experiencing.

“You met your sweetheart this way. A studious lad named Robert, who enjoyed your liberated self almost as much as you did. You fell in love, cavorted together, married…and bore two beautiful girls.”

“Mmm, mmm, mmmpphh!” Carol’s moaning was muffled as Celeste reached up to her face and kissed her on the lips. The redhead snaked into her mouth and thoroughly explored her inner workings, counting every tooth on her jaw, tasting every twitch in her tongue.

“But then, that is when your fun came to an end,” Celeste sighed as she pulled away, a tinge of sadness in her voice. “You wanted to continue living a nude lifestyle, but your husband, growing ever more enmeshed in his career and concerned for his public image, insisted it was time to be a responsible adult. For what would his friends and colleagues think if it turned out his woman preferred to wear no clothes? What would his family think if they saw the kind of woman who was raising his children? And what kind of role model could she be for her daughters if she did not bother to teach them about ‘decency?'”

Carol didn’t know what to say to that. Or what to think. Or even how to think. She remembered the arguments she and Robert had, about all the pros and cons of her living a nudist life around their children, and being open about it in front of their friends and respective folks. She honestly didn’t think there would be any harm. But he…could never be sure. Unlike Carol, Rob was not a nudist; he just enjoyed looking at and being around her naked self. And she in turn rather enjoyed the idea of being the only one naked between them. It felt good, it felt right. Maybe if she attempted to convince him to give it a try at some point, back when he was still as reckless as her, he would see things her way.

But in the end, it didn’t matter, for she eventually relented, and agreed to cover herself in her own home. And thus died Carol’s dream of living a naked life.

“And that was how life was,” said Celeste. “You lived a clothed existence for his sake, and your daughters.'”

Suddenly, she stopped her motions. She stopped grinding Carol against her form and merely looked at her. With a murmur, the mother looked down at her, half in confusion, and half in the haze that only an interrupted orgasm could bring. She was tingling all over, in her clit, in her core, up her spine, and in her erect nipples, but her fires weren’t being properly stoked. Why? She got her answer when she saw the mist form over her new lover’s eyes.

“I won’t say what happened in the years to come,” said Celeste. “Only that I’m sorry it did. You all suffered a tragic loss, one that can never be regained, and for that, I’m very, very sorry.”

“Wh-whaaaat?” Carol asked dizzily. She didn’t know what came over the priestess, why she was getting so emotional, or why she stopped. Or maybe she did know what she was alluding to…in fact, she had a good idea. But she didn’t care about that! That was not something she needed to think about. The only thing Carol needed…was…her…orgasm!

There was a sudden splash, and then a sensation of being pinned down followed by the soothing sound of water dripping and rippling all around her. It took Carol a moment to realize their positions had shifted; she was now sitting in the pool, and Celeste was hovering over her, straddling her form.

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*** Author’s Note ***

This is the continuation of “Loving Danica through Amanda”, which was told by Audrey. This story, however, is told by Danica.

When I woke up, Audrey was gone. For a split second, I thought that it all might have been a dream and my heart sank. But I soon realized that I was lying in Audrey’s bed and there was still the heavy aroma of sex hanging in the air. Throwing the covers off me and sitting up on the side of Audrey’s bed, I surveyed my sticky naked body to find that I had a few fresh bite marks, a couple of sweet hickeys and several fingernails scratches all over me.

The sheets were still damp, reeking of spent sweat and sex; as I ran my fingers through my hair, I found that it too was laden with remnants of Audrey’s excitement. As I stumbled over to the window, my toes came in contact with a delightfully soft fabric. Looking down, I found Audrey’s panties under my foot and immediately snapped them up. Glancing around, I also found her bra not too far away, but the rest of the clothing she had so sexily stripped off for me last night was missing. The thought of Audrey running around not wearing a bra and panties, combined with the delectable odors of her sex still hanging in the air around me was starting to get me hot again.

Pressing the soft cotton of her panties to my face, I inhaled deeply of her sex. Closing my eyes, I ran my hand sensually down the front of my body with her panties wrapped around my fingers and let them tease all around and over my slit through the still damp fabric. Seeing Audrey’s gorgeous naked body in my mind, I realized that my greatest sexual fantasy of the last three years had finally come true! I had a night of wild and unbridled sex with my best friend Wendy’s mom – Mrs. Thompson.

Contrary to what she may have told you, Audrey has always been an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman. True, she has really toned up and sculpted her body considerably since her divorce, but she has always been sexy and I have wanted her ever since I was a sophomore in high school. I didn’t really know or understand why I became so attracted to Audrey; I wasn’t a lesbian! In fact I’d never even thought about being with another woman. I had always really liked guys and when it came to the Thompson family, Wendy’s older brother Nick had always been the object of my affections. But one fateful Friday night, Wendy had a few of us girls over for a slumber party and Audrey forever captured my sexual imagination that night. It was the night that she and Wendy’s father had decided to separate; and instead of locking herself in her room and crying, she came down and joined our pajama party. Wendy was a little embarrassed, but I’ll never forget the incredibly sexy, dark green, silk night gown that Audrey wore. It accentuated every nook, cranny and voluptuous curve of her beautiful body to a divine level and I was hooked. I remember I got so wet that I had to stay wrapped up in my sleeping bag for fear that all the other girls, Wendy and Audrey, would see the big wet stain in my pajama pants. It was a wonderful and a terrible day when I learned that Wendy’s parents were divorcing, which wasn’t until a month or so later. Nobody but Audrey and her husband knew it the night of that slumber party. Wonderful because I somehow convinced myself that I might now actually have a chance to get Audrey into bed; forgetting that she was my best friends’ mother, good friends with my own mother and 34 years older than me. While most people would look at those facts and figures and scoff, they only seemed to turn me on even more. Something about the forbiddances of it all really got me hot. But at the same time that it was wonderful, it was a terrible day too; not only because it really hurt Wendy, but also for the fact that she and her Mom were moving to New Orleans.

After Audrey and Wendy moved, I still couldn’t get Audrey out of my head. I stayed in close contact with Wendy and I would often find myself practically interrogating her about what her Mom was up to. “Was she seeing anybody? Any chance you’ll be coming back to Houston? I’d love to come visit you all.” I was almost obsessed, and all about a woman. I decided to explore this new side of myself and soon learned that I was at least, definitely bi-sexual. I had my first sexual encounter with another girl when I was sixteen. I met this girl on the beach in Galveston over Spring Break; she was seventeen and it is about the only time that I have ever been grateful to be Danica Patrick’s identical twin. She honestly thought that’s who I was and it was then very easy for me to manipulate her into bed. Turns out that it wasn’t her first time to fuck another girl and she ended up teaching me a lot; primarily that I really liked fucking girls.

But after a few more encounters with different girls, I soon began developing strong lesbian tendencies; men were fast losing all appeal to me. Audrey and Wendy moved back to Houston just in time for istanbul sınırsız escort Wendy and me to start our senior year of high school. It had been almost two years since I’d actually seen Audrey and her sexiness had increased a hundredfold in the elapsed time; I about went insane. I remember that I practically lived with them my entire senior year and did my best to get as friendly and close to Audrey as possible. Of course, I never called her Audrey; it was always Mrs. Thompson and there were times that it became torturous because she was getting back into dating. I feared that my chances were slipping away.

I finally got up the nerve to share with Wendy that I was gay, but I never said a word about being hot for her Mom. Wendy was totally cool about it and she was even instrumental in hooking me up with my first real woman – Pamela. Pamela was twenty-seven years old and the executive chef at the restaurant where Wendy worked as a cocktail hostess. Wendy knew Pamela was gay, or at least, bi-sexual, and she hooked us up by getting me a job there as a food runner. It didn’t take long for me and Pamela to hit it off and it was less than a month before she and I had sex. Pamela was an incredibly hot and passionate lover; so much so that I nearly fell in love with her. But she turned out to be married and her husband was a freak; he liked to watch Pamela fuck younger girls and then join in. Now, if it had been another woman, I might have been into it, but by then, I knew that I was pretty much done with guys for good.

Wendy and I graduated from high school and then left to go to college in Arizona a couple of months before Hurricane Ike hit; I’ll never forget the hug goodbye that I got from Audrey. It kept me hot all year. I couldn’t even look at another woman. Audrey was constantly in my thoughts and fantasies; especially now that she had whipped herself into the body of a supermodel. Wendy kept a picture taken the previous Christmas of Audrey, herself, her brother Nick and her younger sister Tiffany on her dresser in our dorm room and it served me tremendously well throughout my freshman year at Arizona State.

I overheard a telephone conversation between Wendy and her Mom in early May. Wendy was telling her Mom about how she was going with a group from her drama classes out to Los Angeles to do some summer stock theater. I managed to overhear that Audrey’s social life wasn’t going anywhere; she hadn’t been on a date in months, was very lonely and then I heard Wendy repeat that Tiffany was going to be in Chicago for the summer with her father and stepmother. I don’t know if I was completely crazy or what, but I figured that if I was ever going to make a move on Audrey, this summer would afford me the best chance to do it; especially since my own parents were going to be in Europe for nearly a month. It was the perfect setup for a secret and torrid affair.

I got back to Houston in late May and my Dad immediately swept me and my Mom off for a surprise trip to Indianapolis for the 500, where I actually met Danica Patrick. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen the movie “Dave” where Kevin Kline plays both the prick of a President and the sweet Temp Agency guy that fills in for him as his security look alike? Well, the scene where the two of them come face to face pretty much sums up my meeting Danica Patrick. She was stunned at first, and I have to admit that as her eyes coursed over every inch of me, I got pretty hot. Yeah, I’d fuck her! Only thing was, she’s a cold bitch. Anyway, Mom and Dad continued on from Indianapolis to London for their European tour and I flew back to Houston. I hadn’t yet had a chance to see Audrey since I left school and I was really getting desperate to. But no sooner did I get back to Houston, did I get a call from Wendy and she told me that her Mom had come out to Los Angeles to see her in a play. When I asked her when she’d be back, she told me that she was then going to Annapolis, Maryland to see Nick and she’d probably be back around June 20th.

I counted the days on my calendar until the twentieth and called their house on the afternoon of the twenty-first. Audrey answered and we talked innocently about our recent trips and such for about an hour. Just hearing Audrey’s sensual and sexy voice over the phone got me hot and I was just about ready to ask her if she wanted to do lunch or something when her cell phone rang and she had to go. I couldn’t believe it! Here I’d finally gotten up the nerve to basically ask my best friend’s Mom out on a date and a fucking blackberry got in my way. Two days later, Hurricane Amanda became headline news.

I didn’t really think much about it at first since it was still so far away, but the closer it came to the upper Texas coast, the more terrified I got. I was as terrified of that hurricane as those two little kids were in “Jurassic Park” when the T-Rex was attacking their vehicle. I know you may not believe this, but istanbul rus escort when I went over to Audrey’s house the night Hurricane Amanda was coming ashore, having sex with her was the last thing on my mind. I had only seen and heard hurricane horror stories on the TV, particularly those of Hurricane Ike from the previous year and I was genuinely petrified; particularly since Amanda was a much stronger storm. When I showed up on Audrey’s doorstep last night, I was honestly looking for a mother’s protection and love.

But when Audrey shared all of her hurricane experiences with me, I once again began to see her as the object of my lustful affections. Her overall courage in the face of so many horrific natural disasters, plus her incredible calm right now in the midst of yet another one was making her immensely appealing and unbelievably sexy to me. I felt completely protected and the longer she held me close to her beautiful body, the hotter I got. Her blouse was soft, her breasts were so big and firm, and her delicious smelling perfume was driving me wild. I don’t know if it was divine intervention or what, but I was going for broke and about to plant a kiss on her at the exact same moment that her lips came to me. And well, you know the rest. Audrey has already told you of our incredibly passionate night together. But now, let me tell you of Amanda’s aftermath.

***

As I said, I woke up the day after Hurricane Amanda and Audrey was gone. The power was still out, so I had no idea what time it was exactly, but I’m guessing it to be sometime in the afternoon. With remnants of our raw sexual frenzy still all over my body, the bed sheets and in the air, I stepped over to the window and peered out the mini-blinds. Hurricane Amanda had left quite a mess all over the yard and from what I could see, all over the block. Still holding Audrey’s panties in my hand, I glanced down at the front walkway and I saw her coming toward the front door. My pussy immediately began to tingle as my body filled with a powerful flash of lustful heat. I knew that probably the first thing she’d do is come up to check on me, so I turned on my heels and headed into the master bathroom.

Even though the power was out, daylight was flooding into the bathroom through the wall of glass bricks in the shower stall, plus the window over the commode. I intentionally left the bathroom door open and hopped into the shower. Even though the wall was glass, the only thing that could really be seen and penetrate the bricks was light. Equipped with several different shower heads at different levels, water sprayed all over my body and I knew that it would only be a matter of minutes before Audrey’s beautiful naked body would be pressed up firmly against me.

Reveling in the warm water dousing all over my body simultaneously, I soon heard the shower door open and then felt Audrey’s rock hard nipples probing into the skin of my back as her arms went around my torso. I felt her succulent lips wrap around my ear lobe, nibbling and sucking on it like a famished vampire and her beautiful mound begin to grind firmly on my ass. Running the tip of her tongue around my ear now, I felt and heard her hot breath in my ear and my entire body tingled with intense arousal as she squeezed me tighter and her entire body seemed to meld into mine.

Without speaking a word, I leaned my head back on her shoulder, turned it toward her and closed my eyes; Audrey’s tongue slid almost on queue deep into my mouth as her hand slid slowly down the front of my body and was soon massaging my fleshy folds. I wrapped my arm up and around her head, resting my hand in her now soaking wet hair and pulled her deeper into our kiss. I then felt her finger slip up inside me and I let a tender moan slip down her throat. Audrey had her other hand wrapped firmly around one of my breasts, gently kneading the flesh and then pinching and twisting my nipple. Suddenly, Audrey pulled out of our kiss, yanked her finger out of me and spun me around.

Audrey pushed me up against the smooth granite wall at the head of the shower stall and stared deep into my eyes. Her eyes were on fire and she plunged her tongue deep into my mouth. I’ve never had anyone kiss me like this. Suddenly, Audrey slid down to her knees, letting her tongue graze down the front of my body as she went. Audrey then roughly hooked both my legs over her shoulders, took my ass firmly in her hands and lifted me up. With my back pressed up against the wet and hard wall and my legs dangling down over Audrey’s shoulders, I grabbed hold of the two nearest shower heads and practically yanked them out of the wall as Audrey’s hungry mouth suddenly snatched my pussy.

The shower stall quickly filled with a thick cloud of steam as the heat of our bodies rose with the illicit force of a sexual pressure cooker. Audrey was like a famished carnivore as she gluttonously devoured my pussy and I was soon gasping for escort atasehir air as every muscle in my body strained against the orgasmic pressure building up in every fiber of my being. My moaning only seemed to fill Audrey with more desire and I could feel her fingernails piercing deep into the skin of my ass cheeks. The next thing I knew, I was looking straight up my body from the floor. My head and shoulders were lying against the wet floor, my legs were spread wide above me and Audrey was holding my body up against hers as she continued her feeding frenzy on my pussy.

Audrey’s lips, teeth and tongue battered my clit mercilessly and my body convulsed wildly as I came. I felt the inner walls of my pussy collapsing under the force of a tsunami-like wave and only then did Audrey relent her ravenous gorging on my sexual center. Gently lowering the rest of my body down to the floor, Audrey pressed her seething and soaking wet body down on top of me and pelted me with soft and sensual kisses as my orgasm passed. Slowly wrapping my arms around Audrey, we kissed deeply as the warm water pelted our bodies. Tasting my own cum in her mouth set me ablaze with passion.

After regaining my strength, I stood Audrey up, pinned her against the wall and repaid her in kind. As I was on my knees in front of her body, I felt one of her powerful legs wrap around my shoulders and I opened my eyes to see her head gently rolling from side to side as she was gently massaging her gorgeous breasts. With my mouth full of her succulent and sultry womanhood, her deep and slow sensual moaning grew ever louder and louder until her powerful body was tumbling wildly about and my mouth was suddenly full of her delectable juices.

Audrey pulled me up to my feet and her tongue was soon scouring the deepest recesses of my mouth, now completely sated with her cum. Audrey lifted my much smaller frame up into her powerful arms, shut off the water and carried me back to her bed where we continued to sexually ravage one another; I just couldn’t get enough of her and she couldn’t get enough of me – we were both completely insatiable. Relentlessly grinding, eating, licking, sucking and fucking each other in a house without air conditioning, Audrey and I remained hellishly hot and sweaty until both of us were on the verge of dehydration, asphyxiation and complete physical exhaustion. Panting like a couple of rabid dogs, I collapsed on top of Audrey’s body and almost immediately slipped off her sweat drenched skin and into a puddle of sex on the mattress beside her. With my heart pounding and my vision blurred with stinging sweat draining into my eyes, I rolled on to my side and gently caressed Audrey’s seething body. As the daylight was quickly slipping back into the darkness of night, Audrey’s bedroom was pitch dark and with no air conditioning to circulate it, the air was stuffy, humid and heavily saturated with the odors of forbidden lust. I loved it.

“Happy Birthday, Audrey.” I heaved. “I love you.”

Audrey was silent. I could hear her breathing but I sensed that her body tensed in a very uncomfortable manner as I spoke those words. Finally, I felt her hand squeeze mine on her heaving chest.

“Thank you, honey.” She whispered.

The next thing I knew, I woke up from a deep sleep and again, Audrey wasn’t there. Daylight was coming through the closed window blinds and it was very warm and stuffy in the room. Looking over at the digital clock beside Audrey’s bed, it was still out. I got out of bed and slipped on one of Audrey’s night shirts that were hanging over the back of the chair in the corner of her room. Covering Audrey down to her thighs, the night shirt draped down to just below my knees. I went downstairs and found Audrey sitting at the kitchen table watching a local news web cast on her laptop computer. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore a pair of sweat shorts and a loose fitting LSU T-shirt.

“Good morning.” I said.

“Good morning.” She replied.

I sat down on her lap, wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her on the lips. I tried to probe my tongue into her mouth but Audrey pushed me away.

“Easy there, killer. Don’t forget, I’m an old woman.” Audrey said.

“Oh, shut up!” I told her. “Old woman, my ass.”

I tried to kiss her again, but Audrey raised her hand to my lips and held me back.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Danica, we need to talk.” Audrey said. “Come on, sit down.”

“I am.” I joked.

“I mean, over there.” Audrey said. “Come on.”

I cautiously slipped off Audrey’s lap and sat down in the chair beside her. My heart was suddenly thundering and I felt my stomach tie itself in knots.

“Have I done something wrong?” I asked.

“Wrong? Honey, I don’t think anybody has ever been more right.” Audrey said as she smiled. I relaxed a bit.

“Then what’s going on?” I asked.

“Last night, just before we fell asleep, you told me Happy Birthday.” Audrey began.

“Yeah.” I said.

“You also told me that you loved me.” Audrey continued.

“And?” I said.

“Honey, I’m 52 years old. I’m old enough to be your mother. In some cultures, I’m old enough to be your grandmother. My daughter is a year older than you, and your best friend.” Audrey continued.

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She’s in the bedroom getting ready for a girls night out, whilst I sit on the sofa, flicking through crappy TV and contemplating my night alone. I’m not really taking any notice of the screen, the light coming from the bedroom flickers randomly whenever she moves across it and my mind drifts, distracted by thoughts of just how far along in dressing she is.

I’m about to go and find out before I look up to find her already standing in the doorway, a cheeky expression painting her face and a pale blue dress hugging her form perfectly. She’s wearing her hair down, those deep red waves breaking over creamy, freckled shoulders. She’s beautiful. I could look at her forever.

I swallow. Hard. Running my tongue over lips that suddenly feel much too dry. I’m about to say just how stunning she is, but before I get the chance she’s striding towards me with the most delightfully devilish intent. I have no time to think before bare legs are straddling mine, and hands are moving possessively around my neck, pulling me forward for a deep and hungry kiss. She tastes like apples, crisp and sweet. The remote forgotten, I slide my hands up her thighs, holding onto those sumptuous hips as she rocks against me, seeking much needed friction.

Her hands slide upwards to fist in my hair, pulling just enough to hurt deliciously. I relish every sweep of her tongue, every nip of her teeth. Savoring each nişantaşı escort wonderful moment, thinking she means to kiss me and leave me wanting. She’s done it before. Leaving for the night after kissing me breathless. She loves to tease me, building up that exquisite tension, before coming home to fuck out our frustration until we’re both sated, sweaty, and exhausted.

As much as I want that, I’m also impatient, wanting her here and now while she’s already pressed warm against me. My heartbeat increases, pounding hard beneath my chest, arousal rushing and nestling warm and low in my belly.

She pulls back from the kiss, breathless, eyes blazing. I hold her tighter, wanting more of her, needing more of her. But she takes my hand from her hip with a shake of her head, and I let out a groan of disappointment sinking back against the sofa with a despondent sigh.

But she doesn’t leave like I was expecting. Instead she lifts my hand, blue eyes never leaving mine as she takes two fingers between full lips, sucking seductively, her tongue circling over sensitive fingertips. Her every movement sending shock-waves straight to my throbbing clit.

Taking my now slick fingers from her mouth, she guides my hand under her dress with a silent command. I find her already soaked through her underwear, making the attention given to my fingers sublimely ümraniye escort superfluous, and causing me wonder just how long she’s been thinking about this. I deftly sweep aside the damp fabric, not wanting to tease, smiling when I hear that soft gasp as I slide in and her muscles tighten around me. Her hands slide back into my hair, grounding herself before bearing down on my fingers, driving them deeper, letting me know her urgency. I take my cue and begin to thrust rapidly, the heal of my palm grinding against her clit with each wet stroke.

All I can sense is her, beautifully overwhelming. Her eyes holding mine, the look of rapture on her face, her panting moans filling my ears and leaving hot breathes exhaled against my lips; breasts brushing against mine through thin fabric with every roll of her hips.

It isn’t long before her thighs begin to shake, her pussy shuddering and pulsing around my fingers, and I feel the hot rush of fluid as she comes.

She melts against me, boneless and breathless, her fingers once tight, now thread lazily through my hair, her hot breath tickling my neck. My free hand moves around to draw her closer, tracing soothing patterns on her back, as the other brings her down, gently caressing her inner walls that continue to flutter around my fingers.

Withdrawing them slowly, I raise my hand, craving the taste atasehir sınırsız escort of her dripping from my fingers. But before they reach expectant lips she quickly takes hold of my wrist, apparently recovered from her recent exertion. Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she leans in, the hand still embedded in my hair tightens, pulling my head swiftly to the side, sending shivers rippling through me. “I want you to fuck yourself.” She purrs against my ear, her voice rich and thick, I can almost hear the smirk curving her lips as she says it. She leans back then, resting her weight on my lap with an eyebrow raised, waiting to see if I’ll obey.

I don’t let her wait too long before I’m pushing past the elastic of my shorts, and the expression that sweeps over her face practically screams “Good girl.”

I let out a groan as those two fingers, still slick and sticky from her, slide effortlessly inside me. I can feel her in me, our arousal mingling as she watches me through every thrust and gasp. Warm hands begin to creep under my shirt, the fabric bunching as blunt nails rake over my ribs, moving up to knead roughly at breasts in much need of attention. My orgasm builds, breaths coming sharp and shallow as my fingers get faster, hips pushing upwards to drive them deeper, hitting that spot over and over until my every muscle tenses in sweet, sweet relief.

Before my heart has stopped racing and body trembling, she leans in once more to place a quick kiss on my lips and tell me smoothly “I want you wearing nothing but the strap-on when I get home.”

She walks out the door leaving me with my hand still buried between my legs and the brightest smile spread wide across my face.

END.

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Note: This is part four of a series. Some info in this part might not make sense if the reader hasn’t read the earlier chapters.

*****

The day has come. Funny thing is, I wasn’t nervous. I guess that comes with being prepared, I know my shit. Previously I had gone out and purchased a custom tailored dark blue power suit. I also purchased new white satin blouse. I put my hair up in a bun. I looked like a magnificent busty librarian.

This look wouldn’t do. The audience was mostly women and I knew I would win over some of the men, just because I had big tits, I needed to appeal to the women. On the way in, I stopped at a local pharmacy and purchased seven 6″ Ace Bandages.

When I got into the office I called, Dee Savona a housekeeper that I trust, into the office and closed the door.

“Today’s the big day huh? You look great!” Dee commented.

“Thanks hun. Everything is great I’m ready but I have a problem with my appearance.” I said pointing to my boobs.

“Yeah but what can you do about them?” Dee asked.

“Strap ’em down.” I said taking out an ace bandages. “That’s where you come in.” taking my jacket off and starting to unbutton my blouse.

“You want me to strap your titties down?” she asked surprised. I unbuttoned and partially pulled down the zipper at my waist and pulled out the blouse removing it completely.

“Is that okay?” I asked before I removed my bra.

“Sure, okay.” Dee responded. She reached behind me and undid the bra hooks letting the girls loose I removed the bra.

Dee looked at me and said, “I wish I had half of what you got.” She said lifting my left breast.

“We don’t have a lot of time.” I said.

“Right.” Dee said. “Top to bottom?”

“Yeah I think so.” I responded.

Dee pushed in on my breasts to determine how tight she needs to make the bandages or at least so she said.

“Don’t worry about hurting me. I want to make me as flat a possible.” I said.

Dee start wrapping just above my under my armpits and pulling the elastic bands as tight as possible. It took all of the bands I purchased to cover me. When done, Dee had done an amazing job. I replaced my clothes and continued with my day.

Now I know that there are some immature male employees who work for me. They think I can’t hear the rude statements the make behind my back. I’ve called a few of them out for it before, even took one to labor relations. Today would be different, “Where’s her tits?”, “Did she have a reduction?”, and my personal favorite “Brite and Dee were in the office alone together when I got here this morning. Maybe Dee sucked them smaller.” REALLY!!

Now there was this one guy that I knew was spying on me, I guess he was trying to get a peak. I bet he would love to get hold of my phone. I want to teach him a lesson but I have to be very careful so it doesn’t come back to me.

After I got the shift started, I went to the office get my things together. Mari asked me if I was ready. “Yup” I said with a big smile. “Let’s go.”

Deb was already in the room. She had setup all of the packages that were to be handouts. The linen cart was set up.

Although, Linen was a big part of the savings plan there were others. During the past year I’ve been interviewing staff nurses, housekeepers, housekeeping managers, nurse managers, office staff, physicians, laboratory personnel, researchers, physical therapists and patients. Basically anyone affected by housekeeping services. Which is everyone. We, the housekeeping team, came up with sweeping changes to the service. We got all of the unions on board, with the help of Labor Relations. All we needed now was Administrations approval. This meeting was the start of that process.

As soon a everyone was settled in I began. “Good Morning. As many of you know my name is Jennifer Brite. I’m a Houseeping Manager in the Housekeeping Services Division of the Building Services Department here at Mt. Sin…”

Now I won’t’ bore you with the minutia, but as I ümraniye escort finished up, I think I did well. I even handled the never ending questions well. Marisol gave me a thumbs-up. John was sitting back in his seat. “Thank you Ms. Brite. That was informative. Ms. Ramirez will let you know of our decision.” I was dismissed.

Deb and I walked out, “That was great Jenn. You had them eating out of your hands.” she said.

“I was in the zone. I had no idea how I did.” I said.

We waited in Debs office for what seemed like hours. In the mean time I uploaded the vid to MyCLOUD. Mari came back. “My office!” she barked.

“Jenn they loved it” she said all smiles, “You have been impressing everyone for over a year. They want a roll out plan ASAP!”

“Really that’s great. I’ll get the team on it immediately.” I said.

“There’s more and this was unanimous, all of them made this recommendation.” She said with a pregnant pause. “They want you to spearhead the implementation. “

“Wow!” I said, “Does it mean I get a raise?” I asked jokingly.

“I had an open position that was eliminated before you started here which they agreed to reinstate at my recommendation. John wants you to fill it. Congratulations you made a big impression on him. That is if you want to be the Assistant Director of Environmental Services.”

“Hell yeah, I do! Do I get a raise in pay?” I asked.

“How would $95K be?” she asked.

Well, $95,000 was $35,000 more than I was making now so. yeah! “That would be sufficient.” I said all smiles. “When will it be official?” I asked.

“As soon as I can get the paper work in, I’ll walk it through myself today. You’ll start Monday. We will have a Managers Meeting at 8am in the morning to announce it. We can have a department meeting at 10am and 3:30pm and 6am on the next morning.” Marisol decided.

“Wait ‘Environmental Services’ how much did the approve?” I asked.

“Everything!” Mari replied.

“All of it?” I asked.

“Yes, I couldn’t believe it either!” she rejoiced.

The reform to the Housekeeping Services division included the following:

1.Assistant Director(s):

A.Tony Simpson, Patient Transportation, Admin. Staff, Space Allotment, Division 1(Current)

B.Jennifer Brite, Supplies, Division 2,3,4,5,6 (New)

2.Change department name from Building Services to Environmental Services to reflect more of what we do.

3.Create 6 Divisions with One Manager Each (New)

A.Division 1: Waste Management, Movers, Window Washers, Outside Buildings Day Shift (w/3 Supervisors on Day shift)

B.Division 2: Buildings 1,2,and 3 on and Discharges. (w/6 Supervisors Day Shift)

C.Division 3: Buildings 4,5, and 6 Day shift Projects(w/5 supervisors Day shift)

D.Division 4: Building 1, Discharges, Outside buildings and ER. Evening shift.)

E.Division 5: Buildings 2,3,4,5,6, ER and Evening Projects (w/4 managers on Evening Shift)

F.Division 6: 44 Operating Rooms, All Public Corridors, All lobbies, Administration, discharges and projects. (On Night shift With 3 supervisors)

4. Promote 6 housekeeping Supervisors to Division Manager

1.Nelson Camacho

2.Roberto Rodriguez

3.Fredrick Thornton

4.Julie Adorno

5.Deidra Wilson

6.Luciano Colapietro

5. New hire or promote from within to Supervisor position:

1.Deidra (Dee) Savona.

2.Tomas Riviera

3.Boyd Howell

4.Norman Moore

5.Outside Hire

6.Outside Hire

“I will start having conversation with the affected staff immediately. We are good on the choices?” I asked.

“Yes!” Mari said, “Also, let’s have that hen party we talked about at my house tomorrow, Friday night. Bob called and said he was delayed and a series of meeting were scheduled for Saturday so he won’t be home until Sunday afternoon or Monday.”

“Great!” I’ll make the arrangements.” I said.

“Do you want to come over tonight for dinner?” göztepe escort she asked.

“Sure thanks. Let me get to work” I said.

Later that Evening…

Marisol made chicken with rice and beans. It was delicious, but when she asked me how it tasted I told he that it tasted like, “Doggypoo”. She lost all expression in her face and she had a blank stare.

“Marisol you will seduce me, you will remember seducing me. I will resist, you must be persistent. You will undress me and we will have sex and after it is over you will remember it as the most mind blowing sex you ever had. But you will desire me and want me sexually. It won’t interfere with the day to day operations at work. Do you understand?” I started.

“Yes, I understand.” She said.

“At tomorrow night’s party at about an hour in to the party you will call everyone into the living room. Once there you will freshen up everyone’s drink. You will wear that blue button down dress that you own, You will also wear a bra that opens in the front and a thong. With each glass of wine you pour into you will unbutton a button on your one your dress. Before you remove it you will insist the Julie Adorno come to the middle of the room. Julie is shy and will be nervous. Announce that Julie is getting married in two weeks and this is your present to her. You will be a lesbian on the prowl. Use your own judgment but do everything to get Julie nude. Do you understand?” I instructed.

“Yes I understand” Marisol said.

“Cat shit” I said.

“So ,did you like Dinner?” Marisol asked.

“Yes. It was delicious.” I said.

“You look tense.” she said, as she walked behind me. Massaging my shoulders, “You shouldn’t be tense yet, you haven’t even started your new job yet.” she said.

I was tense and my god the massage felt great.

“Why don’t you remove your blouse so I can better massage your shoulders and back?” she asked.

I removed my blouse and remembered that I never took off the ace bandages, I just had gotten used to them.

“What’s this?” Mari asked.

“Long story.” I replied.

“Well let’s get that off.” she said. Mari unwrapped my tits like a child unwrapping a Christmas present. I let out an audible “Ahhhh” when she was done and automatically started rubbing my tits. Marisol pulled my hands gently away, kissing them. “That’s my job!” She said smiling , “Let’s get you comfortable.” she said taking me by the hand and leading me into her bedroom. She went into a closet and got out a big beach towel spreading it out on the bed.

“I don’t know Mari that’s your marriage bed.” I said.

“I won’t tell if you don’t tell. Anyway, I’m just going to give you a massage.” she replied, “Please lay on the towel face up for now.”

I did as I was told.

Mari went into the bathroom and came back with a bottle of baby oil. Dripping oil onto my breasts she started rubbing it in. Good God this felt great! I could feel tingling down below as Mari rubbed and pulled on my nipples then squeezing each one simultaneously. I reached up to touch her, forgetting my other subconscious command to her to get aroused when I touch her, she grabbed my head and pulled me toward her. She shoved her tongue down my throat in a very passionate kiss.

Note: If the right person wants to turn me on, kiss me passionately. I’m yours. Marisol is the right person.

“Doggypoo” I said, “Marisol, for today only, you will not get aroused when I touch you. You will get aroused naturally. Cat shit”.

I grabbed Marisol and kissed her back. She broke away and continued massaging my stomach.

“Can I remove you skirt?” Mari asked.

“I will do it.” I said as I pulled down my skirt and thong at the same time. My trimmed pubic hair is shaped into an arrow pointing at my pussy. Mari never saw me completely nude.

“Mmmmmm I like it!” Mari exclaimed. She continued her massage by dripping oil onto my legs and massaging it in. The she got to my feet and atasehir escort OMG I was so turned on. First the right foot and then the left foot. Marisol took the left foot and took her thumbs up the center then up under the toes. She took her time one this area. Girls let me tell you, if the person rubbing your feet knows what they’re doing it can be orgasmic. Marisol must have when to school to become a massage therapy because hunni, I was so sexually excited. My pussy was dripping. Mari spent a half hour on my feet, than she worked up my legs to my pussy. When her hand briefly brushed up against my vulva I saw stars. I was officially in the mood. With her right hand she dripped oil onto my pussy; her left hand rubbed it in. She really didn’t need oil because I could have lubricated myself with how wet my pussy was.

Mari worked her left hand fingers around the exterior of the vulva pressing at the top by the clit being careful not to touch the clitoris. She rubbed down the midline of the vulva from the hood of the clit brushing up against the clit, which was now partially exposed, down to the opening of the vagina. I saw stars.

With the fingers on her right hand she held open the labia major and with her left hand massaging the folds of skin down to the labia minor where the nerve endings are the most sensitive. I could feel my vagina pulsing like a fish out of water looking for a pool. When she finally inserted the forefinger of her left hand into me I could feel the orgasm deep within me.

The fingers of her right hand worked over the perineum to the anus and slipped in easily. I couldn’t hold off any longer. I had my first orgasm. I’m a screamer, well I’m not quiet anyway, and I don’t gush like Mari. I ooze a white fluid usually a small amount.

I came hard. My sphincter and vaginal muscles tightened around Mari’s fingers. The feeling caused another immediate orgasm. Mari removed her fingers. Then I realized that the fingers in my pussy were massaging my g-spot along with the finger in my anus was a lethal combo, LOL.

“Wow” I said.

“I’m not done yet.” she said. Moving her head in between my legs Marisol Ramirez, a straight woman who never licked a pussy in her life, worked my vagina like she’s been doing it all of her life.

Hunni let me tell you, she removed all of the cum with her tongue and swallowed it. She worked every fold of skin in my pussy starting in the vagina, working the labia minor and finally the labia major and she took her time.

When she was done she pulled back the hood of my clitoris and started licking. Damn she was good. I didn’t really finish getting over the feelings and urges from my first two orgasms when I felt that feeling deep within me again. It didn’t take long for my fingers and toes to start to tingle, then my tongue. I felt my clit feel like it was about to blow up.

I think that I passed out because the next thing that I knew is Mari was nude snuggling in bed with me. I fell to sleep after a while. I awoke about 3am to use the bathroom and when I returned, Mari was completely uncovered, naked and with her legs spread. I crawled up in between her legs and stuck out my tongue to taste her. Using my fingers I spread her and stuck my tongue deep within her. She had a great musty peanuty taste, I loved it. I heard her moan as my tongue tickled as far in as I could reach.

I pulled out my tongue and licked from the vagina to her clit and back down again.. My tongue was replaced by my fingers in her pussy. I finger fucked her and that’s where she awoke. Her hand went to her clit and started rubbing it feverishly. She asked me to fold up the bath towel I was on earlier and put it under her as not to get the bedding too wet, which I did. As I inserted two fingers in her again Mari’s back arched up off the bed and my hand was covered with her cum. Her body quivered again in a smaller wave with a smaller amount of cum. I cleaned her pussy with my tongue and crawled up her body kissing each breast. Then I kissed her on the mouth.

I don’t know what it is about Marisol Ramirez but her kisses are amazing. Once her soft, warm and delicious tongue touches mine, I would do anything for her. I hope she would for me too. We snuggled and kisses until we fell to sleep in each other’s arms that night.

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An insistent ray of sunlight poked me in the eye. I muttered and rolled over, burying my face in the satiny softness of the pillow. Automatically, I inhaled deeply, pulling the soothing scent of lavender deep into my lungs. The pounding in my head eased a bit and slowly thoughts filtered their way into my slushy brain.

First of all, I had no satin sheets. Secondly, they didn’t smell of lavender. And, last but certainly not least, where exactly were my clothes?

I pushed myself up on my forearms and looked blearily around. I turned my head to the right and caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror that wasn’t mine. My long hair was mussed, my eyes still looked sleepy, but overall I looked content and pleased. It was the expression I always had after a particularly good night of romping in the sheets.

I flipped on my back and stretched luxuriously, enjoying the exotic feel of the satin against my bare body. I could have purred, I was so satisfied. It took me a bit to realize I could hear the sounds of a shower and I sat up, dragging the sheets to my breasts. I heard the water stop and I re-arranged the sheets to show off a bit of leg for my host. Whoever that may be, I thought, suddenly realizing I had no idea at whose place I was.

The door to the bathroom opened and out stepped a vision. Long, reddish hair, soft blue eyes and killer body. She was beautiful.

SHE??

I gave out a yelp and pulled my leg back under the sheets. My mouth dropped open when I realized where I was. I had apparently gone home with Ariana, one of the newer girls in our group of friends.

We had been out celebrating Allen’s divorce from that harpy of a wife of his. The drinks and laughter had flowed unabated and memories of the previous night came in flashes to me, like scenes from a movie. I remembered dancing with Allen (who I had had a serious crush on when we were kids, but now we were all in our early 40s and he didn’t look anywhere near as cute), and doing shots with Arianna. I remember we all started dancing together at one point after all the liquor kicked in, but I didn’t remember leaving with her.

“Morning, sleepy-head!” my hostess called out to me, obviously not suffering the same after-effects I was.

“Ummm…hey,” I said, unsure of what else to say.

“Great night, huh?” she said teasingly, as she slipped on a t-shirt and shorts. She approached the bed, her hair still damp from the shower. She sat on the edge of the bed and tugged at the sheet that was currently covering me. “Why so shy all of a sudden?”

“Woah, hang on! Don’t do that!” panic was evident in my voice as I clutched the sheets closer. What the heck had I done? Could I really have possibly slept with another woman? And one I barely knew, to top it all off.

“Why not? Not like I didn’t see everything last night,” she said, moving closer.

“Okay, now you’re freaking me out. Just what exactly happened last night? And where are my clothes?” I said, scooting away from her.

She gave me a sly grin and started to crawl over the sheets toward me. She reached out a manicured fingernail to stroke my cheek and I became paralyzed. She burst out laughing at my expression.

“Oh, this is hysterical! Relax, Kayla, nothing happened! You were too drunk to drive home, so I brought you here. You took off your own clothes and passed out. You couldn’t have done anything if you tried,” she laughed, rocking back on her heels. “Your clothes are drying. I put them in the washer this morning. Oh, and I called Jamie to come get you; it’s almost one o’clock. I need to be at work in two hours or else I’d give you a ride home myself”.

I stared at her for a minute, open-mouthed. And then, of course, I started turning all shades of crimson. I stammered out an apology and she giggled at me, never taking her eyes from me. She leaned over, kissed my cheek and whispered, “You know, just because nothing happened last night doesn’t mean something can’t happen now. I’ve always thought you were irresistible.”

“I’m flattered,” I stuttered out, “but I think I’ll pass. Especially since I have no idea what I would be doing.”

“I’d love to teach you,” she murmured, rubbing her cheek against mine.

“Okay, time for me to go!” I said, hopping off the bed and dragging the sheets with me. Arianna gave another giggle and bounded off the bed.

“Fine, since you shot me down, I’ll go see if your clothes are ready. Ha! At least you’ll have to do the walk of shame from here,” she said, laughing on her way to the laundry room.

When she got back with my clothes, I had barricaded myself in the bathroom. I heard her laughing some more (she was having a great old time at my expense) and she told me to go ahead and shower, that my clothes were outside the bathroom door.

I had to admit that shower felt wonderful and I freely used her body wash and shampoo, they smelled so heavenly. When I was done, I opened the door a crack and yanked my clothes into the bathroom. I slathered on some body lotion and quickly dressed, my hair tuzla escort still damp and falling in waves around my face.

When I came out and went into the living room, I was relieved to see Jamie was already there, sitting on the couch. She was wearing her yoga pants, a halter top and a ticked-off expression on her face. Her chestnut colored hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her chocolate brown eyes looked at me, unable to hide her annoyance. I knew she prized her early morning yoga sessions, so having to come pick up her hung-over best friend was a major inconvenience. I knew I would get chewed out the entire way home.

Arianna followed Jamie and I to the front door and I thanked her for putting up with me the previous night. She gave me a sexy little smile and trailed a finger down my arm. “Anytime, Kayla. I mean it.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jamie’s eyes widen. Great, I thought. More explaining to do on the way home.

We got into Jamie’s car and we weren’t half-way down the block when she piped up.

“And what was all that about, Kayla? Something you need to tell me?” she was laying the sarcasm on big-time.

“Nothing to tell, Jamie! I passed out is all! She was just messing around,” I replied, reluctant to tell her that Arianna had made a serious play for me. Jamie was not a big fan of Arianna’s as it was; when Ari had started hanging around with all us, introduced through a mutual friend, Jaime had never warmed up to her.

“Really? Well, she sure makes it sound like you did a lot more than pass out,” she retorted, punching the accelerator a little harder than necessary.

“Look, I passed out and woke up this morning. I took a shower, got dressed and now I’m with you going to…where exactly are we going, anyway?” I asked, realizing I didn’t know where my car was.

“To my place. One of the guys brought me home last night. We dropped off my car and then went back to the club for yours. I’m sure you don’t remember because you were having way too much fun with Ari.”

“What are you talking about? What fun?” I was completely confused.

“Gimme a break, Kayla, alright? You and Arianna started dancing together when the DJ started playing some reggae stuff. The guys really enjoyed the show you put on. In fact,” here came even more sarcasm, “I didn’t even know you could dance that well. You really know how to move those hips.”

“Oh, my God! What did I do?” I moaned out. “I’m never drinking again.”

“You know how many times I’ve heard you say that over the years? And you usually say it after another disastrous one-night stand,” she reminded me as she swung into her driveway.

I got out of the car and meekly followed her into her house. She tossed her keys onto the table by the front door; I noticed my keychain was already there. She pointed at it.

“There. There’re your keys, so go whenever you feel like it,” she said, sounding even more pissed as she walked away from me into her kitchen.

I ignored her words and followed her into the kitchen as she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of orange juice. She was about to open it when I saw her change her mind. She put the OJ back in the fridge and pulled out a beer. She quickly twisted off the top and took a long swig. That was very much out of character for my health-conscious friend.

She saw me staring and sneered. “I’d offer you one, but you had enough last night.”

I was completely baffled by the fact that she was so upset. And, truth be told, I was starting to get a little angry myself.

“What’s your issue? Are you pissed because you had to interrupt your downward dog or sun salutation or whatever to come get me?”

She didn’t answer, just took another sullen sip of her beer. I waited to see if she said anything and when she didn’t, I turned and started walking away. I suddenly wanted to get out of her house and go hide in my apartment for the rest of the day.

“Whenever you decide you want to talk to me, you know where I am,” I said coldly as I reached for my keys.

“I’ll make sure to call Arianna and let her know you’re on your way back,” was the biting response.

“I’m not going to Arianna’s, you idiot! I’m going home and even if I was going back to Ari’s, what business is it of yours?” I yelled, finally losing my temper and turning around to face her.

She threw the empty bottle into the sink and hurriedly came out from behind the counter, spoiling for the fight. Those eyes that could be so warm and affectionate were granite right now.

“It’s my business because you were too fucking drunk last night to notice she was all over you! It’s my business because she was pouring so much alcohol down your throat, that I thought you’d end up choking on it. It’s my business because ever since she showed up, I’ve been scared to death that I was going to lose my best friend to her because she’s all about partying and I know you love that,” she paused, catching her breath. “And it’s my business because when I saw her kartal escort touch your arm today, I realized…,” she stopped, her eyes starting to shine with unexpected tears.

I didn’t want to speak or move or even exhale. Where was Jamie going with this statement?

She inhaled as deeply as she could and closed her eyes, squeezing out a tear that trickled down her right cheek. The sight of that tear moved me beyond words and also puzzled me; why was she crying when she had been so angry with me less than five minutes ago?

“I realized that she probably got to do with you what I’ve been wanting to do for so long,” she said, her voice so heartbreakingly sad that I thought my own eyes would begin to water at any second.

I stared at her, realization slowly dawning. She opened her eyes and looked straight at me, waiting for my reaction. Well, this definitely solved the mystery as to why Jamie disliked Arianna so much.

Without a word, I pulled her into a hug and she began crying in earnest, making me melt. I hated seeing her cry; she was an incredibly strong woman and if she had reached the point of tears, it was because she couldn’t handle the foreign emotions coursing through her. I knew her that well.

“Don’t,” I whispered in her ear, as she clutched me tighter. “Don’t cry, sweetie. I didn’t know. Nothing happened, okay? Ssshh….,” I said, reaching up and pulling her hair out of the ponytail so I could stroke it. It tumbled free, going past her shoulders. I ran my right hand down its soft expanse as my left arm tightened around her waist. I murmured soothing words to her as I rocked her gently against me. The hitching in her body subsided slowly and she pulled away slightly to wipe at her eyes. I reached up and gently stroked a tear off her cheek. That coaxed a smile out of her and I gladly returned it, allowing my fingers to stroke her cheek even after the tear was gone. I could see the question in her eyes and I knew I had to answer her.

“Arianna would never take your place, Jamie. She can’t be you. We’ve been through everything together. You mean more to me than I can ever say; telling you I love you doesn’t even begin to cover how much I care. I wouldn’t know what to do without you,” I said as gently as I could. I was rewarded with a softness stealing over her eyes, taking the place of all that sadness; it was infinitely preferable. Both my arms went around her waist and I pulled her closer until there was nothing left to do but kiss her.

I had never felt another woman’s lips on mine and the sensation was electrifying. I could feel her lips trembling beneath mine a little, but once she began responding to me, it stopped. The kisses were soft at first, gentle as a breeze. Hesitant, small brushes of lips. As our bodies melded against each other, the kisses became more urgent. When I felt the tip of her tongue touch my bottom lip, I slipped my own tongue out to meet hers. They became intimately familiar, stroking each other delicately, slowly until our internal heat started demanding more.

Her hands slipped into my hair and pressed me more urgently into her. My hands responded automatically, reaching for the front of her pants and undoing the flimsy tie. Without breaking contact, she stepped out of the pants and my hands slithered over her butt, pulling her as tightly as I could against me. Her hands abandoned my hair and began undoing the buttons on my blouse. When she got it off, it joined her pants in a forgotten heap on the floor.

She was running her hands up my bare arms, her lips abandoning mine and heading for my neck, which was a major weakness. “Is this really happening?” she murmured against the base of my neck as she kissed her way up, giving me gentle nips. I had told her once that I really got off on small bites; apparently, she had filed that information away.

My eyes were half-closed at this point, enjoying the feel of her lips on me. She got to my ear and gave me another little bite, along with a tug that I felt all the way down between my legs.

“Yeah, it’s happening,” I answered her, once I could breathe. “And I can’t believe how hot it is.”

“It’s gonna get hotter,” she answered, starting to guide me to her bedroom, her lips back on mine.

We bumped up against the bed when she reached down to undo my jeans. “No fair,” she muttered. “You have more clothes on than I do.”

“So remedy the situation,” I replied, taking advantage of her looking down to start my own journey on her neck. I swept that beautiful hair out of my way and sucked gently as I worked my way up. I could feel her fumbling at my button and zipper and I heard her catch her breath as I worked my way back down until my lips were at the base of her throat.

“Kayla,” she sighed, as my jeans hit the floor. I wrapped my arms around her waist as I kicked the jeans away. My head dipped between her breasts and I covered them with soft nibbles until I had her moaning. I went to pull the halter top off, but she reached up and put my ataşehir escort hands on her breasts through the material instead.

“Not yet…please…just…,” she started moving my hands over her breasts, showing me what she liked. I followed her lead, just slow, easy circles until I could feel her nipples hardening under my palms. My God, I thought. Was I really eliciting this reaction from her? I ran my thumbs as feather-soft as I could over her nipples, my eyes on her face the entire time. Her eyes had grown darker as she looked at me and I was almost afraid. Could I take her where she needed to go? Could I give her what she so apparently wanted? That’s a lot of pressure for someone who had never been with a girl before.

I lowered my head and just breathed against the fabric covering her. She groaned as I gave her small bites through the top. When I looked back up, she was looking at me and the look in her eyes was nothing but pure love (actually, there was a fair amount of lust in there as well). She reached out and stroked my face. The smile on her face was so delicate and beautiful that I had no doubt that she wasn’t judging me or my attempts to give her the pleasure I wanted her to feel.

“You gotta tell me if I’m doing this right,” I whispered. “Guys I can handle. You’re different…obviously.”

“Obviously,” she teasingly said back and I was relieved to hear that note in her voice. So she wanted to play? I could deal with that.

“Okay, how’s this?” I asked innocently, allowing my mouth to slip down over her breasts. I let my tongue flick at her nipple through the top and received a soft moan in return. “Or this?” I moved to the other breast and did the same thing. Another moan.

“And….,” I started going down the front of her until I kissed and nipped my way to her belly button. I ended up on my knees in front of her, my heart pounding at the next step. I knew that I was not ready under any circumstances to kiss her there, so I placed my hands on her hips to steady her and I leaned in, blowing warm air over the center o her cute cotton hiphugger. I ran my fingernails down the insides of her thighs and made her tremble. My fingers ran back up and quickly slowed down when I got to that spot between her legs. I was going to take my time.

I watched as my fingers gently went over her hiphugger, stroking as easily as if I was petting a new-born kitten. I was in awe when the tips of my fingers started sensing moisture. She was making desperate little sounds at this point and I slowly worked my way back up her body until my lips were back on hers, my tongue looking for hers.

I timed it perfectly; my fingers found her inside her underwear right as her tongue touched mine. She moaned loudly against my mouth and we fell onto the bed in slow motion. I settled myself between her legs, my hand between us. I watched her as my fingers rubbed and stroked her into another world. My own ache would have to wait, I had decided. This was completely about her. I wanted to leave no doubt in her mind how much she meant to me.

She was moaning in total abandon now, her eyes completely closed. “Kayla,” she whimpered. “God…go, keep…yeah, there…right…oh, God, don’t…don’t stop, baby…please.”

I increased the motion of my fingers, probing and stroking, insisting that she find the release she so desperately wanted. “Jamie,” I whispered, as I began kissing her again. Her hands tried to come up to my head, but they fell back onto the bed as she began trembling in earnest. “Jamie,” I said again, pulling away as her tongue desperately searched for mine again. “Baby, go with it.” I sucked gently on her tongue as she began to moan and move her hips against my hand. “Come on, baby, go for me,” I whispered, as my fingers started feeling the rush of juices from her. “I want this for you. Let it happen, Jaime. Don’t fight it. It’s okay.”

“Oh, God….Kayla,” she whimpered, as the orgasm took over. She cried out, her arms coming up and pulling me down on her as her nails scratched across my back. She spiraled upwards, waves of pure pleasure washing over her and then slowly she started coming down. I slowed the motion of my fingers, waiting for her to come back to me. I took my hand away from between her legs and wrapped both hands in that luxurious mane of hers.

“Baby, open your eyes,” I whispered and she complied dazedly; I probably looked that way as well after climaxing. I lowered my lips back to hers and just gave her kiss after kiss, my body feeling so comfortable against hers. She wrapped one leg around me and pulled the other one up against us, enclosing us even more. She reached up and pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear, a tiny smile on her lips.

“Kayla,” she began, and I kissed the tip of her nose. It was adorable.

“Talk to me,” I answered softly, stroking her hair and looking into those eyes.

“Does this…this was unreal, but…does it change us, does it change the you and me that we are?” she asked hesitantly, her hand coming up to stroke my cheek.

I leaned my face into the caress and smiled at her. “Baby, it doesn’t change anything. You and me will always be you and me. You’re the greatest friend I’ve ever had and I think I just proved it. You took my chick cherry!” I said mischievously, enjoying the smile that grew on her lips.

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The sun was just rising behind the trees lines at the back of the pool when I woke up in Sara’s large king size bed; we were both naked. Her arms were wrapped somehow around me and she snuggled up tightly into me. She looked so at peace and happy and it took me a little while to put everything what happened last night into place. The smile on her face and of course on mine, plus the sticky mess between my legs refreshed my mind rather quickly. The smell of stale sex and sweat still lingered in her room. Did I let this whole situation get out of hand? Did I, or better said WE got ourselves into a lot of trouble. My mind was working overtime but I was glad and so content that I had my first lesbian encounter with someone I trusted. It wasn’t only trust; it was more than that, I love my sister. I have looked up to Sara ever since we hit puberty, the way she handled herself. The approach she has to life in general and her “Never say die “attitude.

There have never been any secrets between us; the most amazing thing was that there was no awkwardness or embarrassment. We were well comfortable in each other’s company. Thinking back, I remember her telling me losing her virginity to another girl. Maybe I should rephrase that, to a woman twice her age. From experience I knew that if my sister had nothing to say over dinner, she would let the silence be comfortable.

My heart was still racing from my first lesbian encounter. Sara made me soaking wet and with my legs spread wide open she got me off real good. After she sucked on my pussy we were making out too and I tasted my juices on her. Just the thought about last night got me excited and very hot again and the only thing I knew at that moment was that it wasn’t going to be my last time with another women. After I watched her sleep for about 20 minutes she slowly woke, mainly because I kept stroking her forehead and caressed her beautiful hair and for a brief moment we chit-chatted as usual. Nothing in particular but after a few minutes she leaned towards me and asked me, with a wink, whether I wanted to shower along with her. I blushed and told her to cut such naughty thoughts and pushed her towards the bathroom… we both giggled and she told me that it would be a real feast to fuck me in the shower, I smiled modestly and accepted her compliments.

I could hear the water hissing through the shower and my sister Sara started humming a melodious tune. I was somehow intrigued by her unexpected comment on seeing me in the shower, and I was just getting turned on about the idea. Sara’s bathroom was huge, with a double shower cubical. She was first one in, with her eyes closed as the warm stream of water tumbled down from the shower head onto her face. I got something ticklish between my legs, watching in anticipation, my gaze firmly fixed on her tight petite backside. It was a wonderful sight and when she spread her ass cheeks apart her little puckered arsehole gazed straight back at me. She was completely hairless in her pubic area and I could see every detail very clearly. Almost without thinking I touched my own crotch and I could feel the damp heat coming from my pussy.

The scent of the soap lingered in the bathroom and I deeply inhaled the fragrance emanating from her body. Sara turned round, facing me and ran her fingers through her hair as her body became soaked through. Her clit and her fully engorged dark pink inner lips looked even more beautiful from the front. With a wicked smile on her lips she took another dollop of shower gel in her hands and began to cover her breasts with it. Rotating her hands around she flicked her nipples between her fingers. Again and again she moaned contentedly before she opened her eyes and smiled directly at me. She waited for a response, making me all tingly and warm inside at the same time.

‘Hey,’ she almost whispered with her grin widening across her wet face.

Sara was leaning back against the tiled wall, strands of her wet dark blonde hair strewn across her face and neck. I wanted to hug her, kiss her and make love to her but first I soaked in all I could see in front of me. The only thing right than was to smile back at her, I felt so loved. I was ogling a goddess. At 5 foot 8 with a very pretty face, her perk 34c cups and gorgeous size 8 body seemed well proportioned. She is fairly tanned, with shoulder long blond hair and with striking long legs. My eyes wandered down her sexy body, her magnificent tits were good enough to play with, to suck and nibble on. Maybe I indulged to long and I bulged on seeing her sweet hairless pussy and my mind, automatically started to compare it with mine. It felt strange nonetheless, watching someone at such an intimate moment, not just someone but also so alike but then Sara was my identical twin sister.

In my nervousness I failed to hide my eagerness. I was now really turned on, how could I turn down an opportunity like this? I felt overcome with erotic desire and took a deep breath and decided this was definitely what I wanted to do and shuffled nervously towards Sara. She reached out and pulled me closer. I remember I shivered pendik escort a little under her touch when she run her hands over my shoulders. Straight after her hands reached around me and grabbing hold of my firm young arse. Droplets of water flicked off her body as we embraced once again – this time as lovers, rather than sisters.

She had a perfect flat stomach, with a cute bellybutton and a nicely shaven pussy. I watched the water flow down her long, toned legs and her left hand was cupping one of my large round breasts, her fingers occasionally tugging and squeezing my hard nipple. Her free hand moved around my back and she softly kissed my neck. It was heaven and I stood on tiptoes when she ran her hands down my back and squeezed my firm, round ass again.

“I’ve been a naughty girl, madam. What are you going to do about it?” she giggled as we kissed and our tongues swirled around one another, occasionally grazing against teeth as the water continued to fall from the shower head and soak us through. I started on her neck too, pecking my way down past her collarbone until I reached her beautifully formed breasts and took her nipple into my mouth, I sucked until it became harder and my hand tugged at the other nipple, squeezing and massaging until it became equally hard.

I love my sister but she is really a wicked and evil girl, who had planned to seduce me the moment I told her about my break up with my then boyfriend. With my eyes half shut all I could see was her tanned right foot, tensed up tightly, her toes curling against the hard tiled floor. My own hands started to explore Sara’s wet body. So tight and petite and with one hand I roamed across her tits, abs and thighs. Eventually I settled between her legs and delicately probed against her enclosed clitoris. She let out a little “eek” and I felt her legs buckle when my fingers gently opened up her pussy lips. She gripped my arms tightly and exhaled as her wet pussy got the finger fucking she craved for. Feeling her hot breath over my chest made me happy. Face to face now, we gaze into each other’s eyes and kissed again, more aggressively this time.

I wanted to bring this up to the next level as lightening hit me between my own legs, I never felt so horny in my life before. I heard moaning but then realized it was me. The scalding water splashed over us and with a few more drops of shower gel our smooth bodies were lathered and slippery. My own sighs of relaxation had started to taint my thoughts with vivid images of lust and desire. My other hand slipped between my own legs and I instinctively stuck two fingers into myself; I was very wet and not just from the shower. There I was with two fingers- fucking myself while my digits of my other hand were buried deep inside my sister shaved pussy, yanking equally as hard. My hands started to hurt but I wasn’t done by any means, our love juices started to flow and my palms were covered in them. Hearing the squishy sounds of fingers sliding in and out of our wet and juicy love pots took me higher again. Watching my soaking wet digits slip into her over and over again took my breath away and I’m amazed how deep Sara could take it up her swollen, puffy and slippery pussy. Her moans were sweet and increased in intensity every time I hit her sweet spot deep inside of her. It’s about enjoying every touch and the sensation it brings. It felt so fucking good as well as naughty. I pressed up over her bumpy, ridged area about one inch in diameter which was her G-spot, and massaged back and forth. Her hips began to hump my hand and by now I stopped my self- pleasuring and concentrated fully on Sara.

“Now rub my pussy like you do yours; oh yea, finger fuck my hungry cunt.” My sweet little sister, her choice of words amazed me. That mouth on her! I couldn’t believe the things that would pop out of her mouth sometimes; she was willing to talk about almost anything, no matter how private or embarrassing.

“I’m going to cum…!” Every muscle in her petite body tensed up and with a few last hard thrusts against my outstretched fingers she shuddered to climax in wild ecstasy.

“Fuuuuccckkkk!” She yelled out loud with a muffled scream as she gripped me tightly. I was not far behind, rubbing my own clit again, frantically and I felt my own orgasm sweep across my body. I struggled for balance and my feet slid a little across the tiles. We fought to keep it together, panting and gasping for air with our soaking wet bodies once again linked together in a calming embrace.

“I love you,” Sara whispered almost breathless into my ear.

“I love you too sis,” I replied with a beaming smile across my face. It took me a couple of seconds to process and still beaming in post- orgasm state, feeling overwhelmed with a mixture of pleasure, excitement and relief. Still embraced we rested against the back wall until we slowly regained our strength, what a wonderful start to any day.

Sara looked happy enough but I wasn’t finished just yet. Because my body was virtually on fire with lust, I have fantasised about this for so long kadıköy escort and I wanted to taste my first pussy; I wasn’t necessarily expecting it to be my twin sister’s. Nevertheless I surprised her once more; I turned her around, and pushed her gentle towards the wall.

“You’re so wet,” I whispered as I cupped her ass with my hand and rubbed her thigh with the other. Then I moved my hand over her pussy and then inserted one, then two fingers back inside of her. I shut my eyes and arched my back. Her pelvis began to move with my hand movement as I fucked her with my fingers for a second time.

I like that,” she said, I went slowly, massaging her clit between my fingers in a circular motion.

“That’s good, now harder.” and I rubbed harder and she moaned loudly.

“You’re so good,” she said. “I knew you’d be good.” She steadied herself, closed her eyes while I stroked her faster.

“That’s good,” she whispered. Then she threw her head back and groaned.

It was now or never and within a split second I was on my knees behind her and both my hands grabbed her arse cheeks and pulled them apart and instantly my nostrils filled up with sexual arousal. How beautiful and pretty my sister looked up close. I began by massaging her butt with both hands. I guess it was inevitable.

“You have a great ass,” I said. “I want to bury my face in it.” I kissed both of her butt cheeks and heard her sighs.

“Feels so nice,” I repeated over and over. It was time to give in. I just couldn’t resist her anymore and the thought of my first pussy licking got me all nervous. I wanted to do it right and was a bit apprehensive, what if I wasn’t doing it correct? A wave of hotness went over me. My own pussy was soaked; I’d never been so stirred up in my life before. She leaned forwards and placed her hands on the tiled bathroom wall, pushing her backside out towards my eager mouth. I had a great view; her wrinkly but stunning tight arsehole looked so beautiful and just underneath her meaty pussy that virtually smirked at me. Sara was very clean shaved and so smooth at my touch. Even so she turned the shower off by now; I could see her wetness running down her inner thigh.

Finally I gathered all the courage I had, I pouted my lips and kissed her pussy from behind. Very gingerly to start with, I spread her arse cheeks further apart and kissed her pussy again and again, which was so wet and hot and ready for my tongue lashing.

“Can I lick your pussy?” I whispered.

“Please,” she hushed at me. She looked over her right shoulder and down at me, she smiled back at me and I gently kissed her sex again. She bucked and moaned between my kisses and spread her legs as wide as she could. Then without hesitation I flattened my tongue out and licked her pussy briefly. Then I did it again but not much longer than the first time. The first thing that struck me was her taste, sweet but also salty. I tasted my own pussy juices plenty of times before, on my fingers, on a vibrator or on a cook after fucking. I noticed it tasted different but so similar to mine at the same time. I’d never done this before, and while I knew what to do, I knew what felt good for me, I just wasn’t sure how to proceed but I wanted more; I liked the taste of my first pussy, my twin sisters pussy.

I was so excited and ready to go, I needed definitely more of Sara .My biggest fear was to let her down, did I do it right? With my hands I spread her wide open and admired her exposed women hood for a few seconds. Her fully engorged vaginal opening was gorgeous and I felt a wave of pleasure spread through me. I was in the mood for playing and ran my tongue from her perineum to her clit, over and over. Faster I went, back and forth, teasing her just a little.

I licked my sweet sister again, flattening my tongue and jabbed and licked and kissed and nibbled on her clit. Everything I liked myself I tried on her and it drove her wild. She looked down at me, licking and biting her lower lip. I could feel the heat radiating from her against my cheek and I could smell her musky yet feminine odour.

“Come on little girl! Get your tongue in there!” She ordered and slid a hand down and opened her pussy lips for me, touching her clit with her finger, showing me where she wanted my tongue. I obliged and reached my tongue out to nudge her finger aside and she gasped, her hips bucked up slightly and I flicked slowly against the side of her clit, getting bold and dipped lower into her folds, sliding inside of her, really treasuring her. She tasted similar to me; it lingered in my mouth and in my throat. Her pussy was so beautiful, slightly different, but light and fresh and I swallowed as much as I could.

“Mmmmm-mm.” I moaned into her. She made me feel horny as hell. It dawned to me that maybe I was a lesbian.

“Please,” she whispered, and the sound of her voice affected me too. I slipped my tongue back up to where I knew she wanted it and I focused on the tiny bud of her clitoris. I felt it harden even more and her small cries of pleasure spurred me on. atasehir escort bayan She purred like a kitten at first, squirming against my mouth, catching my rhythm and responding. Her hands found my hair; her finger nails lightly grazing my scalp, sending shivers down my spine. Licking her excited me, I could feel my own wetness on my thighs and my clit throbbed. I squeezed my legs together tight, hearing her moaning got louder, her hips moved more frantically, and I moaned against her clit, making guttural noises deep in my throat. She gasped and came hard, shuddering, calling my name and pushing her hips up to meet my hot mouth.

I could smell the fragrance of her juices spilling onto my face and jabbed her harder with one last hurray. She came hard into my mouth and even so I struggled I gladly swallowed everything I could and licked her pussy clean until every drop of cum was gone. Her clit was shaking and throbbing hard and her pussy was pulsing from her orgasm. After I regained some strength I stood up and she pulled my mouth to hers, tasting herself in my mouth, slowly licking it off my chin and my neck.

“Are you a lesbian now, baby?” she laughed with a glow.

We had breakfast like nothing happened. I do love my sister but we took love to the next level that weekend. On that Saturday we got ready for midday and headed towards town. We had the whole day to ourselves, first we had lunch in a little snug bistro before venturing down the shopping centre were we visited first a couple of lingerie stores where we both treated us to some sexy new underwear and stockings. Next we headed to the sex shop and kitted ourselves out with a few new sex toys. We had a right good laugh and ended up with a good shopping bag full of vibrators, dildos and even some butt plugs in various sizes. Sara was single too and mentioned that some of those toys might come handy on a lonely night. We must have behaved like some teenager in love and we got some right stares from fellow shoppers and passers-by.

Which made us even more daring and the theme of the day was girl on girl action and the word “men or man” was strongly forbidden and punishment followed in the form of a shot tequila. We were even holding hands walking down the streets and she told me about her previous girl on girl experiences and how wonderful it was. At one point she even dared me to kiss her in public. I instantly blushed and tried to laugh it off but she insisted and didn’t let go off the subject. Sara was my first girl I kissed and I loved the feeling, the tenderness and the sensation. Not to mention the whole kinky incestuous aspect of it, this changed my life forever. I was so hot and so turned on, I was very aroused and at that moment it didn’t feel like Sara was my sister.

It almost felt like a first date with someone I knew all my life and now it was time for the first kiss in public. I was prepared to kiss her rather quickly and get it over with but it sparked all sorts of emotions. Her hand caressed my face ever so slightly and I could feel her warm breath as our lips approached each other and a warm loving consciousness ran through me. I had my eyes closed but felt her warm blooded lips touch mine, her lips felt so soft and it all seemed so right. She is so sexy and this innocent kiss turned within seconds into the most romantic and passionate kiss imaginable. When our lips parted our tongues started to probe and danced into each other’s mouths. I revelled in the wonderful sexual tension and was so happy but rather sad when the kiss ended all too quickly.

“Are you sure you never kissed a girl before? You made me cum with that tongue in a flash.” I blushed at her remark and we both burst out laughing, drawing even more attention from the crowd.

We were dressed very smartly. I was in a two piece fitted cut. My black skirt was very tight and hugged my arse beautiful; it clung tight around my ass. It wasn’t really short but had a split on my left thigh that made it very interesting when I sat down. I had found a delightful pair of silk black pantyhose that I was wearing that had no crotch or ass at all. It was really a pair of stockings with built in suspenders, which was perfect for a tight skirt with no panty lines or suspender tracks to worry about. I loved the feeling of silk against my legs and when I crossed them the split in my skirt did make my thighs look pretty shapely and occasionally the lacy hose top came into view, revealing just a touch of bare skin. The jacket was tailored and I didn’t need a bra to support my perky breasts, showing off a great portion of cleavage. To top my outfit I wore my black 6″ heeled pumps.

My sister Sara was dressed almost identical and she didn’t have a bra on either and by now I could see her hard nipples poking through the thin material of her jacket. When I let my eyes stray I looked up her skirt and for a brief moment I felt she encouraged me. With a sexy smile and an evil wink she swung one leg rather high when she crossed her legs. I am in no doubt that I could see her expensive black lace panties as her skirt hitched up just that little bit to reveal her matching stocking tops too. With my pussy lips trembling and my nipples hardened and stood out, my eyes fixated rather blatant on her crotch. It didn’t take me long to noticed a large wet spot on Sara’s panties. The front side was a sheer material and I could see right though.

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LaVonne Eubanks was feeling a little low that morning, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get into her job. She constantly had to remind herself to get back to work! Even while taking phone calls, her mind would wander and she had to ask several clients to repeat what they had just said because she wasn’t paying any attention! At 11:15 her phone rang and it was her best friend Nila calling to see if they could have lunch together. “Sure Nila,” LaVonne replied, “why not, I’ll meet you by the elevators in five minutes.” When they hit the lobby Nila asked where LaVonne wanted to go for lunch. LaVonne thought about it for a second and replied, “Ya know Nila, I’m feeling a little blue this morning, so what I’d really like to do is go for a quick shave if that’s all right with you!?!”

Nila laughed and answered quickly, “Fine by me, let’s go!”

The two women entered the salon and went directly to the hostess who was busy taking reservations. “Do you think you could get two of us in for quick shaves,” asked LaVonne hopefully?

“Do you have a reservation,” asked the hostess?

“No,” LaVonne shot back quickly, “we hoped you could slip us in, it’s really important!”

“Let me see,” said the hostess, while glancing over her reservation book, “okay girls, follow me, I think we can squeeze you in!” When they got to the shaving room, the hostess called out to two barbers, “Jane, Erica, can you take care of these two right now, they really need it bad!?!”

Jane nodded yes, and motioned both LaVonne and Nila into şişli escort the two reclining barbers chairs. Both women quickly seated themselves, leaned back, and then waited for the two barbers to begin. “Okay, hon” said Jane, “lift your butt!” LaVonne lifted her ass off the chair and Jane reached under her dress and tugged off her panty hose and panties in one quick motion while she looked over at Nila, who also was having her under things removed by Erica! Both women then hiked their skirts up around their waists exposing their vaginas to watchful eyes of the two barbers, Jane and Erica. Around the room, other women were going through the same process, so that they also could get ready to have their pussies shaved!

“Okay, LaVonne,” said Jane, “I’m going to lather you up and let it sit for a few minutes to soften up your bush, would you like me to finger you while we’re waiting!?!”

“Oh please,” LaVonne begged, “I need it so bad, finger me hard!” Jane laughed and proceeded to lather up the hairy cunt, taking great pains to rub the palm of her hand all over the bulging mound of the middle aged woman.

“There, that should do it,” announced Jane, “now let’s finger that pussy!” LaVonne sighed when Jane let her index finger poke its way into her now very wet vagina while Jane commented in a little girl’s voice, “Is that what baby wanted?!”

“Oh god,” that feels so good, I think I’m going to cum already,” moaned LaVonne!”

“Go ahead, baby,” Jane cooed softly, “cum for mama, make a nice istanbul sınırsız escort orgasm for her!” Hearing the young woman talking so babyishly, LaVonne felt her vagina convulse several times, and a very hard climax raced through her needy twat!

“Sweet Jesus that felt good,” LaVonne panted, “did I ever need that!”

“Glad you liked it,” replied Jane, “I think we can give you that shave now. Your hair seems to have softened up quite a bit.” Out of nowhere Jane produced a triple track razor and began to expertly shave off all of LaVonne’s thick pubic hair. The razor was cold against her sensitive skin, but felt incredible. LaVonne started to get that familiar tingling in the pit of her stomach; that of an impending orgasm that was building like a tsunami after an earthquake!

When Jane got down to the final strokes, LaVonne was in a state of almost sexual hysteria as the cool air on her now bare vagina, coupled with the constant manipulation by Jane on the folds of her pussy, was causing LaVonne’s cunt to quiver and shake on the edge of a massive orgasm! LaVonne looked over to see how Nila was coming along, and what she saw drove her even closer to the orgasmic edge! Erica, Nila’s barber, was busy tonguing her now bare pussy, wringing out every ounce of sexual energy that was stored up in the head of her hard little clit!

Jane carefully wiped the excess soap from LaVonne’s pussy and then asked, “Dear, would you like me to tongue you today!?!” Almost unable to speak, LaVonne croaked tepeören escort an affirmative, and immediately Jane’s mouth was attached to LaVonne’s gaping cunt! Nila and LaVonne were very close to cumming, and they reached out a hand and gripped each other tightly as their cunts exploded in unison while the two barbers tongued them relentlessly!

Both women stuffed their panties and panty hose into their purses and headed back to the office, their bare cunts feeling free and wild after the shave and oral worship from Jane and Erica. Riding up the elevator alone, LaVonne lifted her skirt and showed Nila just how puffy and full her lips had become! Not to be out done, Nila did likewise, exposing her own mound, and even dropping her hand to her crotch and giving her pussy a quick fingering!

“Look at my pussy, LaVonne,” moaned Nila, “I can’t help it, I’m gonna cum again!” Seconds later, her friend, now leaning up against the elevator wall for support, shook all over while her body was being ravaged by another climax!

LaVonne quickly hit the stop button on the elevator, and while still exposing herself to her friend begged, “Please Nila, eat me!” Nila didn’t need another invitation, and quickly dropped to her knees and began tonguing her friend’s wet pussy! LaVonne was certainly right about one thing, she had extremely puffy cunt lips, and Nila savored the thickness and texture of her friend’s labia! It was LaVonne’s clit, however, that was driving this bus, and Nila wasted no time in boring in on her little stiff target! In a flash, LaVonne’s cunt spasmed out of control and flooded Nila’s mouth with a torrent of orgasmic juice! Both women, now totally spent, struggled to regain their lost composure!

Back at her desk LaVonne was still finding it hard to concentrate on her work, but at least it wasn’t as the result of sexual tension!

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I had some observations I wished to share and as I enjoy a good debate and feedback, I’m sure I will hear a lot on this subject. Be kind or your comments will be deleted. It’s really a matter of importance for a lot of people, especially as a prelude to good sex, before, during, and after. I am putting this under Lesbian sex because I, like countless others am attracted to women. Not that others don’t kiss, after all I’m almost certain I heard of controversy over men kissing men on television (lol). But we have been assailed with romantic kisses for decades on the television and in the movies. This heterosexual standard has been around forever. Can you think of one movie, one, that doesn’t have a kiss of some kind in it? Even the ‘kiss my ass goodbye’ kind? Apparently this is an important right of passage for everyone, not the kiss my ass kind, but the peck turned passionate encounter kind, on the lips! I’m discussing my views on the subject. Don’t shoot the messenger or you can kiss my lily white @$$.

Have you ever really thought of the anatomy of a kiss? Most cultures kiss but there are some that find the thought of sharing or swapping spit to be abhorrent. Then there are other cultures that make that little in the air thing with the sucking noise. There is the peck on the check or the one on the back of the hand. But have you ever thought of what makes a kiss, a good kiss?

Is it the person who gives it? Their attractiveness? I don’t think so, because there are some really ugly people out there in the world and they have managed to procreate, well maybe no one kissed them to do so. But I digress, it helps if the person you are kissing, or they are kissing you, is attractive to you on some level. It also helps if they don’t have body odor, bad breath (including halitosis), or a sore on the edge of their mouth. Eew, yes I visualized that too.

A truly great kiss or kisser I think comes from practice. Now I personally will not brag that I have had a lot of practice, because in all actuality, I haven’t. I cannot count how many kisses I have bestowed or shared with someone else I have been involved with but at the same time, I can pretty much count how many people I have shared them with, or I like to think I could count them, my memory not withstanding. I am not talking just a peck on the cheek like you would give an acquaintance, again not that air thing with the kissy noise by someone’s ear, or even one you would bestow on a child. I am talking an out and out lip lock that involves an exchange of saliva. A deep passionate kiss that should, if it is done properly, involve a tongue. And just for the sake of debate, who named it a ‘French Kiss?’ I mean, why do they get all the credit? I’m sure it was around WAY before the French, no offense to the French.

Here is one word of advice, no one likes to drown in someone else’s saliva or have their tongue invade every breathable space in the crevice we call a mouth. A good kisser lightly takes their tongue and caresses the recipients and if it’s mutually agreeable the other person reciprocates. kozyatağı escort Sometimes they are a little shy and need persuasion, not that they don’t want to do it, they just might not know how, think of it then as a learning situation and you, the apparently better kisser, are to teach the world and make it a better place, they may even thank you for it. If all else, you’ve made someone a BETTER kisser for the next person, consider it a sacred duty at that point.

This isn’t a moment to think about that ham sandwich you want to make for lunch though, you have to really think about your ‘motivation’ for this kiss. You have to want it, they should want it, unwarranted kissing can lead to the worst fights. Sometimes kissing and making up are the best. Even angry kissing can be delightful if you’re both into it. But one sided, never works. Someone ends up annoyed or angry in a way that means you won’t be getting that tender kiss you were angling for, or the desired results that may have followed.

Now there are many kinds of kisses of course and I am not an expert despite practice. I won’t claim to know it all, despite the fact that I usually do, especially in my own mind. But I digress here again, what kind do you like? Personally, I prefer a mutual tender kiss, the kind that just make you sigh, melt, and then hold on as it progresses from there. It doesn’t really require a lot of work (unless you are really bad) and you should just be able to go with the flow.

Your lips, if you’re going to kiss with them (let’s hope we don’t have any deviation from the point here folks) should be in ‘kissing order.’ You don’t want the sore, previously mentioned, I’m shuddering here folks. I know some of you can’t help it, whether it’s a cold sore, a zit on the edge, or something I don’t want to catch or even know about. We don’t want to touch it, not with our lips, our tongue, or any other part of our anatomy. Back to the topic at hand, good firm lips, not too dry, not too wet, firm without being formless. Moisturize those suckers! Relax them, you don’t want to make the person you’re kissing think you’re trying to go through their head to the back of it with those things or cut them through with razor like lips. You also don’t want to be slobbering on them like a dog. If you’re called “Bernard” by accident you can bet they aren’t talking about the saint but the dog!

A First kiss should be tender. If you’re smart, you put a dab of perfume on your wrist at just the right spot so if you cup their cheek, or their head, the scent of it should assail her nostrils. It helps too if it’s a pleasant scent and not one covering up something like body odor. If you’re a man reading this, please disregard the perfume dab unless of course your aftershave goes on your hairy wrists that you just shaved because I can’t think why aftershave would go where you don’t shave, and I don’t want to know otherwise so don’t explain. Also, I would like to make note of another observation. You should NOT put perfume on your neck despite what you see in the movies. On and in your hair yes, but soft creamy kissable necks NO! It has been proven that when things get heated and you or your partner start tonguing along the neck, you or your partner just might taste that alcohol or other pheromone based or whatever you want to call your perfume (sweat istanbul eskort does NOT count as perfume despite some people being ‘into’ it), and that kind of kills the moment as you canNOT get that easily off your tongue. Some people have been known to have a reaction to it too, not a pretty scenario if you are trying a seduction. Emergency Rooms are notorious for killing the seduction scene you were planning. I digress.

A soft kiss, your head tilting. Most people tilt to the right, it has been observed. I don’t know if it’s because a lot of people are right handed or what, no offense to south paws but it is what it is! Gently go in, place your lips against hers, and pull back to see if it was okay with them and they wish to continue. Because sure as shooting it isn’t going to be a tender soft kiss is she doesn’t want to continue. She might be clueless, afraid, or whatever so proceed at your own risk. A slap is a pretty good indication that your kiss was unwelcome or unwarranted. I know I shouldn’t have to point this out but let’s face it, some people are CLUELESS. I’m only doing my human duty by pointing out some of these obvious things.

Apparently, you should actually want to do this. Believe it or not, it comes through in the kiss if you’re waiting to wipe the back of your hand with it. Take note, if they immediately do this after you kiss them, it was probably a bad kiss. Some people just don’t like kissing, I get it but since it’s a favorite sport or pastime of mine, I don’t want to hear that you don’t want my kisses. Just don’t get in the situation then where we are kissing then because I have been told by numerous people that I am good at it, I enjoy it, and while they won’t give me testimonials, I don’t want to be kissing someone who doesn’t want it or mine! Okay, this isn’t about me and my kisses, I get that, I’ll get back to the point of my observations…

Eye contact is to be desired. The eyes are the windows to the soul, I wax poetic, but seriously folks. A glare will tell you, she isn’t that interested in you mashing your lips against hers. You can tell a lot about what they might want, desire, or don’t want or desire by looking in their eyes. Now if they are wearing an eye patch, dark sun glasses, or a blindfold, that is an entirely different matter and I will let you work that out for yourself. Sorry, I can’t possibly cover all branches of the topic at hand for everyone in every situation. But if she gets all dreamy eyed and leans into you, it’s a fair bet that she liked the kiss and would like more.

Breathing is another good indicator. Good oral hygiene should be addressed here but then that would be another chapter. You want someone to WANT to be kissing you and if your breath is full of onions and garlic and you haven’t eaten them in years, we have a problem Houston. But if her breath smells ideally like a flower, her lips taste of sweet wine, and her tongue…okay I’m not writing a friggin romance here, ahemm. Let’s face it, nice breath is great when you’re kissing that girl you wanted to kiss. Tic Tacs are cheap, take note. I know it’s terrible when she has a cold and can’t breathe, but give her a break then and keep it to a peck, besides you don’t want those nasty germs she wants to share with you so you’re both miserable. You have to be able to breathe through your nose when you’re postane escort enjoying a good kiss, a deep kiss, a passionate kiss.

There is a lot of history in a kiss too if you take note of it. There is the kiss of peace. Should be self explanatory but apparently there is whole books written about when it hasn’t been given and wars ensued. For a pretty homophobic society as a whole, men have been kissing men and women have been kissing women for centuries. Not just on the lips but on the hand and other parts of people’s anatomy.

There is the kiss off of course. Everyone has to know that one. The phrase ‘kiss my ass’ is infamous in the English speaking world. It doesn’t always translate well into other languages for some reason. Hmm, I will have to research that some day and figure out why. The visual of course can be incendiary, sending people to arms, or wrapping their arms around the appropriate person depending on their proclivities.

I Googled Kiss and got some very interesting results. After going through pages of the band called Kiss, and as a side note that one member has an OBSCENE tongue length, gross, I came across a ‘how to’ section that helped enormously for those inept kissers who want a lot of information that does them no good in the long run. I can’t say it enough, practice makes perfect. This section could have been helpful, but…. It starts with the notorious FRENCH KISS and ends with HOW TO AVOID HERPES. I can’t tell you how that made me feel and you already heard me about the sore on the lip thing. Just when you think you’re going to enjoy something, something you could possibly be good at, they have to throw in a disease that is communicable by kissing, that could affect your whole social life, and more. Kissing someone through a dental barrier (those rubber thingys) or a mask just doesn’t have the same appeal as a good ole lip on lip kiss.

A kiss, when it’s done right, with the right person and even sometimes with the wrong person, can be heavenly. I heartily endorse the kiss. I suggest you all try it on occasion. It doesn’t matter (to me) where, or when, or why, but a good kiss, a kind kiss, a passionate kiss (careful in public with that one due to strange laws on the books and in Southern States for some reason), shows a vulnerability that you want to be loved and lets say it, love makes the world go round. I heartily endorse love, and in my esteemed opinion, it all starts with a kiss.

When you get the right kiss, the kind that encompasses your entire body, the whole body becomes clenched, your toes curl, your hands grip into fists, the right kiss…it’s more than mere words can describe. For those who haven’t come close to this phenomena, I’m sorry, for those who can describe it better than me, kudos.

Could you imagine if you had to carry a license to kiss? How about the oral exam (I crack myself up). I know there would be many who failed this test and had to take it over and over and over. If the instructor was attractive, the gig would be up. How would you study for it? I can seen over eager teenagers going “Mooommm, I have to study” with their hormones racing to ‘take the test.’ Not quite like a driver’s test. And there’s a thought, what language would it be in? What about the written part of the test?

I hope this little ditty has been informative, made you think, and perhaps provided you with a bit of humor to ponder and share with your closest 100 friends. I look forward to hearing from you and perhaps adding another chapter to this little chat. So go out, be productive, and practice.

And practice, practice, practice and then practice some more.

~The End~ K’Anne ;-P

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