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Deanna and Summer had both attended high school together, and their friendship had its “roller-coaster” aspect. They were a true contrast, these girls. Deanna had long, wavy brown hair and blue eyes. She had an elegance to her that Summer didn’t quite possess. Summer was a classic blonde, who shared her eye color with Deanna, but little else in appearance. She had a bit of a tan, unlike her best friend. She was not quite as intellectual as her friend, either, though not the typical blonde bimbo that some would assume. She had a brain and ambition to be something: she wanted to be a reporter for the local TV news.

Deanna, meanwhile, pursued a career in the theater, hoping to become a serious actress. She actually had talent as well as beauty, after all. In the meantime, she worked as a drama teacher at the same high school that she once attended. She was an extremely popular teacher, especially since her general nature was friendly and vivacious, despite her blue-blooded looks.

Surprisingly, Summer had already succeeded at her goal, to a lesser extent. She worked for the local affiliate’s consumer protection program, which gave her some exposure to the public. She didn’t find it quite as interesting as some of the other local news, but it was a degree of celebrity that many doubted that she would get when she had told them her plans. She felt some vindication.

Naturally, both living in the same area, they had not lost contact with each other. They spent plenty of time together, even though they now had plenty of other friends.

Summer was a bit freer on the surface, sexually speaking. She dated a succession of men, usually dumping them when they failed to live up to her idea of what a man should be. She wasn’t going to settle down quickly or settle at all, in fact. She also believed in sampling the meat before purchasing it. She was in no rush to wed or have children. In the meantime, she could have fun. She didn’t cheat on most of her boyfriends, but she had occasionally found a new man before dropping the old one. At this point in her life, however, she had goofed up and cheated on her beau, which cost her a man that she at least admired, if not loved.

Deanna was a good friend, but she didn’t mince words. She made sure that Summer understood that she had to take some responsibility for the breakup and infidelity. Brent wouldn’t have broken it off so soon, after all, if Summer hadn’t screwed his buddy Troy. She also pointed out that it would have ended, eventually, however.

As for Deanna herself, her seemingly quiet sex life was actually more active, at least since college and her involvement in the socially liberal acting community. She was bisexual, and she had even experienced a little fling with another woman, one that she hadn’t bothered to tell Summer for reasons of simple awkwardness (that had been early enough in her acting career that she was still shy about her interest in girls). Since then, she had become more confident, but she found it useful to let Summer think herself the wild one. It was too important to her friend’s identity to disabuse her by informing her of her own emancipation from social mores.

At the moment, Deanna was secretly exploring the idea of moving away from monogamy toward an open relationship or group dynamic. She wasn’t sure which one that she would choose, but it was increasingly obvious that exclusive relationships worked poorly for her. She always ended up with either jealous boyfriends who didn’t understand that she was just looking at other men, not touching them, or cheating boyfriends who couldn’t be inconvenienced by making the same sacrifice that she had made for them. They didn’t seem to grasp that she would never accept or impose a double standard, not to mention that she was every bit as frustrated with monogamy as they were. She would not put herself through that situation again.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, her family kept pushing her to return to the Presbyterian church that she used to attend when she was a child. Telling them of the full details of her interest in “alternative lifestyles” seemed rather imprudent to her, so that created some more distance between her and the rest of the Falkirk family. The pressure to marry was very strong as well. In her own way, Deanna was as much against “settling down” as Summer.

Despite her own anxiety about telling Summer the truth, it came out finally when they had their usual Sunday lunch together. The two of them had been doing this ever since Deanna stopped attending church. Since she was now 30 and Summer was 29, that had been a long time now. However, this particular weekend, Deanna and Summer had both drunk enough Tom Collins and gotten sufficiently annoyed with their families to open up somewhat.

“Dee, honey, sometimes I think that we are so close that we should be lovers! Then again, I like men a lot and don’t think that I could be faithful to you. I’m not even sure that I’m bi, for that matter. I know that bursa escort I’m not a lesbian,” Summer observed, after they had both mocked some of the guys that they dated in the recent past.

“Well, as a matter of fact, that thought has occurred to me now and then. I am sure that I am bisexual. I like both men and women. In fact, I have even enjoyed a little tryst with a woman once. She was a colleague in the theater. We didn’t last because she was a lesbian and wanted me to give up men for her. I couldn’t do that, naturally. Cock is too important to me. I have to admit that I find you attractive. You’re also my best friend, which I don’t want to endanger by cheating on you. Would you be interested in trying an open relationship? We could make an effort at that, at least until or unless we find a man for a long-term arrangement,” Deanna stunned her girlfriend by proposing such a deal.

“You mean a deal where we could each fuck around with the other’s blessing? I can’t believe that you thought of that, since I am supposed to be the wilder of us. Then again, I guess that you are more liberal than I thought. It must be due to your acting friends in the theater. I have just done the typical thing of trying to be faithful to a man, failing sometimes, and dropping him whenever he doesn’t turn out to be what I want. I suppose that if I could screw around and not risk a relationship with you, I’d be happy to go for it.

“We’re better matched than I have been with these men whom I’ve dated. I have the feeling that is mutual. You’re also the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever known. I don’t know if we can be a lasting couple, but I wouldn’t be opposed to having sex with you as an experiment. You are a truly wonderful and honest person, much more than most people that I’ve met, of either sex. I could safely experiment with you and not worry about you using it against me, I think.

“However, I wonder what you mean by ‘long-term arrangement’. Do you mean, if we don’t work out?” Summer reacted to this offer with mixed feelings.

“Actually, that is one possibility, but I am also thinking about a 3-way marriage. I am not sure what you would think of sharing a man, probably in an otherwise exclusive deal, but it’s a thought. The open relationship would continue until or unless we found a man that we wished to do that with, if that sounds okay with you,” Deanna explained.

“That would have its advantages too, I guess. No need for condoms, for instance, which I hate anyway. That’s probably why I haven’t thought of the open relationship before myself. I feared exploring something that would involve condoms. Do you think that we could just arrange tests for any prospective sex partners, so that they do not have to wear condoms? Besides, that would allow for occasional female partners, with whom condoms would not work anyway. That could work until or unless we find a man to share. I have to admit that the group idea appeals more to me for that and another reason. The other reason is that I like the implied intimacy of two girlfriends sharing the same boyfriend or husband. I could definitely go for that,” the blonde added.

“That sounds like an excellent amendment, baby. So much for the theory that blondes are stupid. By the way, you’re a ravishing beauty yourself. The ‘no condom’ policy would be great for having children as well. If we’re going to be lovers, we’ll need a sperm donor, and doing it the natural way makes more sense than using in vitro. I’m assuming that you still want to be a mom, just like I do,” the brunette agreed.

“Of course I do, dear! So, since we’re going to be lovers, don’t you think that we should celebrate this by having our first threesome? It would make one of my first Sapphic encounters more comfortable, after all. It would be a novelty for both of us. Do you want to kiss or start doing something else? Should we hold hands? I’ve never been in a same-sex relationship before, and I guess that I’m in one now, since I have basically agreed to be. This is something scary for me, I have to admit. I just have a lot of questions. I hope that doesn’t annoy you,” Summer stammered.

“Maybe we can start with a light kiss on the lips and another drink. This time, let me buy for both of us. Before you protest that you make more money than I do, let me assure you that I will let you pay the next time. I just want to buy a drink for my new girlfriend,” Deanna suggested. “Alright, another Tom Collins. Let’s go ahead and kiss now. I want to experience my first lesbian kiss while I have enough nerve and alcohol to do it without shaking,” the reporter responded.

Deanna stopped talking about a kiss and gave Summer an awkward one on the mouth. The reality of taking their lifelong, platonic relationship in a romantic and sexual direction was a bit more nerve-wracking than exploring her bisexuality with a lesbian colleague at the theater. For one thing, the colleague had been the sexual aggressor. For another, there was less to lose. A best friend escort bursa was far different from a colleague.

Despite being anxious and having the proverbial butterflies in their stomachs, Deanna and Summer realized that their first kiss was not only pleasant, but delightfully sensual. They found themselves continuing it for longer than the “light kiss” that Deanna initially proposed. The waiter was rather distracted for a second, but managed to check up on them after that moment.

“Excuse me. I don’t mean to be rude. I just wondered if you girls want something else to eat or drink? Dessert, perhaps, or another Tom Collins?” he stuttered.

“Another Tom Collins indeed, for both of us. I’m paying for it. In fact, I’m paying for the meal. It’s a date,” Deanna informed him.

Summer was about to protest, but Deanna caressed her hand and gave her a wink that reminded her that this was part of the change in their relationship.

“Yes, that’s rather obvious. I’ve seen you before, but I don’t recall you two being so affectionate with each other. In fact, I remember you going Dutch most of the time,” the waiter noted.

“That’s because we used to just be friends. Now we’re lovers. We’re not gay, though. We’re just bisexual. Now, if you don’t mind, get us our drinks and the check?” Deanna explained.

They got their drinks in a couple of minutes, along with their check.

“So, you’re bi, but you’ve sworn off men? That must be tough? Quite a sacrifice to make for love,” the waiter remarked.

“Who says that we’ve sworn off men? We have an open relationship, my nosy friend. Not that I mind your interest. In fact, I have to wonder if you would be willing to donate some sperm. Since you’re so keen on being involved in our lives, that sounds like something that should appeal to you. Plenty of men would go for that anyway,” Summer commented, hoping that she hadn’t bothered her partner.

Deanna grinned and started playing “footsie” with her lover. “As nice as that sounds, I don’t know if I can cum easily in a cup in a clinic. It’s so awkward, or at least it sounds that way,” the waiter replied.

“Did I say the word clinic, Dee baby? I don’t recall saying anything about a cup, either. I’m talking about an ‘old-fashioned’ contribution. It wouldn’t be today, so don’t get too hard over the thought of a threesome. We would have to test you for STDs and HIV, since you would be going bareback with us. Furthermore, neither of us are especially fertile at the moment. We’d have to wait until the next fertile cycle after a test, whether it’s mine or hers. If you pass muster and you’re available to sleep with us, we’ll set up a meeting at my place and you can fuck both of us until you’re wiped out. We also have to be sure that you’re not in a traditional marriage or relationship, since we don’t want you cheating on a spouse or lover,” Summer commented.

“My name is Kyle Baldwin. No, I’m no relation to the famous Baldwins, as far as I know. You are? I mean, if we’re going to look into this, I should know who you are and able to track you down, and vice versa,” Kyle remarked.

“Kyle, huh? That has a great sound to it. So, are you married?” Deanna probed.

“Well, um, I, uh….,” he stammered, trying to evade the question.

“In other words, you are. Would your wife object to you fucking other women?” she queried.

“Well, yes. We’re newlyweds, in fact, and I don’t think that she is mature enough to get past her jealousy. I was hoping that you wouldn’t look too closely into that,” Mr. Baldwin clarified.

“Well, when she matures and you learn some more honesty, perhaps we can work something out for the 2nd baby. Don’t count on us being available, however. We might have a group marriage by that point. For now, let’s keep it on a first-name basis. If things change, we can exchange phone numbers. I’m Deanna and this is Summer. Too bad we couldn’t work things out, but right now we want our check. Nothing personal. It’s just time to go, while we are not too drunk to walk to her place. It’s in walking distance, but I won’t tell you exactly where. Nice to meet you, Kyle,” the teacher reacted to this confession.

“So much for that plan, huh? We damn near got involved with a married man. Then again, it was rather hot, almost setting up a date for a tryst. It’s my fault. I spoke up too soon. I was just so eager to have a threesome and a baby that I acted impulsively,” Summer admitted, when they got to her house.

“Hey, you showed quick, snap decision-making. There’s nothing wrong with that. We managed to get out of that in time. I didn’t exactly protest earlier. Sometimes, we just have to take turns acting swiftly like that. No harm. Speaking of impulses, what about Brent? We know him. You know that he doesn’t have an STD or HIV, or you’d have it by now. You were feeling guilty and missing him. This would be a great way to make it up to him and possibly have a relationship with him again, one that might work better bursa escort bayan than the last one. He seems like a great guy, and we have nothing to lose if he turns us down. What do you think? He could be our boyfriend, our husband, the father of our children. If he was faithful to you, he can certainly be faithful to both of us,” Deanna commented.

“True, and I’d have an easier time being faithful to him this time, if all of my needs were met. Not that it’s a legitimate excuse, but it was a factor in my cheating. I was still wrong to fuck around on him with his friend, but I know that it won’t happen again. I’m confident that you would be faithful to him as well,” Summer observed.

“Of course, I’d be faithful to him! If we have a three-way marriage, all of us will be satisfied, like you said, and I would have no excuse to cheat. I can picture it now. If all of us are horny, we have threesomes. If only 2 of us are aroused, then the odd one out doesn’t feel obligated to join in, because the other two are still covered. If we can get him to cooperate, and the evening turns out well, we can have a great relationship. I’ll be honest and say that I have had a few fantasies about him. I just didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you thinking that I was after your man,” her girlfriend assured her.

“Well, now he is going to be our man, knock on wood,” the blonde jibed.

“Let’s hope so. I would love for all of us to be together. I think that we could make him a happy and satisfied man,” her brunette friend stated.

“You know, it’s talk like that which gives me hope that we will fall for each other. You always were a sweetheart, so loving you makes perfect sense, babe,” Summer said, before she locked lips with Deanna again.

“Brent or no Brent, I can’t wait any longer to make love to you, honey. Let’s do it now. I have to enjoy your body. I’ve often wanted to fuck you anyway,” Deanna declared.

“Really? I know that I’m sexy, but I really didn’t know that you fantasized about me. Too bad you didn’t tell me sooner. Think of the great lesbian sex we could have enjoyed. We could have added Brent or someone else later. Oh, well, that’s the past. Let’s go ahead and enjoy each other now,” Summer agreed, as she started undressing in front of her new lover.

“You seem rather nervous all of the sudden. You’ve disrobed in front of me before, love. What’s different now?” Deanna remarked.

“The difference is that I want to attract you. I didn’t care if you found my body desirable before, Dee,” Summer explained.

“There is nothing to worry about, baby. I’ve always found you attractive, hence my fantasies about you. Don’t worry. I’ll be undressing in front of you, too, and have as much reason to fear as you,” Deanna pointed out.

She proved her point when she removed her own clothes, slowly teasing Summer with the last bit that she took off, namely her panties. Oddly enough, for an otherwise liberated woman, Deanna preferred white cotton panties to thongs. Even so, they went well with her pale skin and her soft, ladylike exterior that masked her willingness to experiment sexually. Then again, thought Summer, who said that a lady couldn’t be open-minded? They weren’t mutually exclusive, except in the opinions of the sort of women who said things like “nice girls don’t do that” and other such rubbish.

When they were both nude, Summer approached Deanna and kissed her breasts, before French-kissing her mouth. Deanna didn’t show any hesitation in returning the favor. She also gestured toward Summer’s bedroom, which made it clear that she hadn’t lost her nerve. The blonde surprised her new partner as well by picking her up and carrying her over to the bed. The brunette briefly allowed her girlfriend to take control of the act, showing a passive and submissive side by lifting her bottom and planting her face in her hostess’s pillow.

“Why are you lying there like that, babe?” Summer demanded, uncertain of whether this was typical in a Sapphic encounter or not.

“You want to take charge, so I’m letting you, hun. I want you to fuck me. I will reciprocate, I promise. Use your tongue, your hands, anything you wish. Just take my pussy. Have your way with me, Summer. Do whatever you want with my body, whatever desire or fantasy pops in your head. I’m letting you experience your first time with a woman however you prefer. Whatever pleases you, just do it to me,” Deanna shocked Summer by offering her.

“Okay, but don’t complain later. After all, you’ll have your chance to get your way too. You’re shaved, I noticed. Good, because I am to taste every part of your body. My tongue will go all over that delicious skin of yours,” Summer announced.

The chills and goose bumps that Deanna got from hearing those words were soon dwarfed by the shivers that she received because of the oral manipulation of every square inch of her flesh. Summer licked, kissed, “gummed”, and sucked on everything. Her toes, her feet, her arms, thighs, calves, buttocks, pussy, clit, sphincter, taint, back, and her breasts were sampled. Admittedly, Summer had to turn her friend over to taste her bosom, but she didn’t mind that, and neither did Deanna.

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She walked into a dark room filled with a heavy cloud of smoke, intoxicated women and deafening music. *Mmm, my favorite.* The clinking of liquor bottles drew her attention to the bar, she moved toward it passing through the sea of ladies taking in each ones scent. Some sweet, crisp, fruity, overpowering, she subtly glanced at each woman trying to connect each scent to its owner. Finally reaching the bar she rested her elbows on the edge of the sticky surface. The bartender looked up and nodded to her, “What are you drinking?”

“Double vodka cran, and a chilled shot of Patron”. A smirk starting to appear, she looked around the room again surveying the faces. *So many choices…* The thud of glass hitting the bar drew her eyes away from the crowd. “Thanks, keep it open.” Shot in hand she quickly made it disappear, moving on to the double tossing the straws aside. *Fucking straws.* Walking into a small clearing at the back of the room, she took a gulp of her drink. *Good and stiff, heh.* She could feel the bass coming from the speakers; it sent waves through her body forcing her eyes shut. After opening them she saw something that grabbed her attention. A woman in a low cut black shirt that revealed quite a bit of cleavage, tight dark jeans that hugged a very shapely ass, colorful high tops and beautiful long dark curly hair that would look even better with fingers tangled in it. *Jesus look at those tits.* Slowly she wandered in the direction of the woman, brushing passed her from bursa escort behind, her eyes momentarily locking with deep green eyes, she kept walking.

Feeling hips brush against hers, she turned her head, staring into a nice handful of…*look up, to the face, up.* Finally bringing her eyes to the honey colored ones above her she just stared. The tall woman moving further away gave her a chance to take in the short spiked blonde hair, thin cotton sleeveless shirt, tight black jeans that rested low on her hips and knee high leather boots that screamed “bad ass”. *Want.* She felt her feet begin to move, almost involuntarily, like a moth to flame she couldn’t resist. After following the direction of the tall woman she looked around, nothing, great. Moving closer to the front she saw a figure before her, fist in the air, head bobbing to the beat and lips moving to follow the words of the unintelligible song. She stood there for a short time watching the woman.

The ruckus around her stopped as the band finished their set. She dropped her fist, chugged her vodka cran and turned around immediately bumping into someone. “Shit, sorry, I wasn’t…” *Oh.* “I need another. You?” Smirking just enough to let one of her dimples show. “Sure, yeah” the small woman replied. Leaning against the bar, propped up on her elbow the blonde ordered her drink, looking to the brunette “How about you?” “I’ll have a captain and coke.” The blonde grabbed a pack of cloves from her back pocket and lit escort bursa one up, she licked her lips tasting the sweet spice. Releasing the smoke a little from her mouth she gently inhaled it through her nose. French inhale always catches their attention.

The green eyed woman watched as the smoke danced around the woman’s face. *Nice trick.* “Want to go sit somewhere?” A smirk and a nod was the only reply she got. Walking behind a large drape near the stage she found a small room, its only occupants were a few other people sitting in the corner. She took a seat on a booth seat, the other woman joined her leaving only a few inches between them. She watched the woman take another drag, “Fancy trick. I’ve never smoked a clove before but I bet those taste good.” *Those…lips I’ve been staring at.*

“They do. Wanna taste?” The blonde asked. As if she had read the small woman’s mind she leaned in and pressed her lips against the soft pink ones opposite hers. Without hesitation the brunette returned the kiss, her tongue reaching out to gently flick the other woman’s. *Mmm, tasty.* The taller woman eased away placing gentle kisses accompanied by a tongue rolling against the brunette lips. The blondes request was quickly answer when she felt soft lips crush into hers and a hot tongue press past her own lips. The blondes’ hands began to move to the small woman’s hips, pulling the woman to straddle her lap. After a few minutes the brunette pulled away, leaning in, giving the bursa escort bayan taller woman a nice view, she whispered “We should go somewhere more private.”

They stood and walked to the doorway of the room, pulling aside a piece of heavy fabric the blonde pulled her into a small draped off area. *Not exactly private.* The only thing round was a large speaker and a sliver of a view to the stage. Suddenly the blonde lifted the small woman off the ground and placed her on the speaker. The kissing continued as the sound of a voice came through the speakers. The crowd cheered and then a strong vibration ran through the brunettes’ body. *Very clever.* As the music played on the blonde continued her exploration, her hands running up the other woman’s body, thumbs stopping to circle her nipples. Moving down to the woman’s dark jeans to unbutton them, pulling them to the hips then sliding her fingers along the soft, swollen skin she found under brunettes lace panties. She pressed a little harder, dipping slightly into the wet pussy, she slowly circled the entrance, she could feel the vibrations in her hand. She pushed her hips against the speaker and continued to tease the small woman. Slipping her finger just inside and back out, until forceful arms and legs wrapped around her body sending her fingers deep into the wet pussy. She found the woman’s swollen clit and made firm circles never ceasing the short thrust of her other fingers. The women found themselves on the edge when a long, hard, heart stopping vibration came through the speaker. Each clinging to the other as quake ran through them causing the women to come simultaneously.

Pulling her wet fingers from the small womans’ tight walls she smirked “Come here often?”

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Niki started at the ceiling of her room, the same ceiling she had started at each and every night since she had been born in this house twenty-one years ago. The white paint had long since turned grey and was peeling in places. If her father had still been alive, she was sure he would have come up with an ingenious way of making paint from what was were available in this world she had been born into. A tear seeped from her eye and made its way down her face until it ran out of energy half way along her jawline. There had been nights where she had cried until she thought her heart would burst. On those nights Blondie had silently entered her room and sat with her, not speaking but just sitting on the edge of her bed, letting her know she wasn’t alone.

Over time the pain of her loss had faded a little. Now, not the raw jagged hurt that she had experienced, just a numb emptiness, a hole where her parents love had existed. She had tried to fill that hole with something else to help disperse the pain but nothing seemed to dull the ache. She wished she was as strong as Blondie, the stoic hunter never seemed to be affected by emotional torment. Blondie had been Niki’s saviour in more ways than one. Not only had she saved Niki from the Reavers, she had also been the anchor that kept Niki from getting lost in her own grief. The tall, brawny woman who had not only been her saviour, but had also been the welcome distraction from the agony of losing her family.

A distraction that annoyed the hell out of Niki. She had often wondered what had gone on in Blondie’s past that left her so cold and emotionless, but no matter how often she pressed for some hint of her life story, Blondie would just close down, thick mental walls blocking out any intrusion.

A small sigh escaped Niki’s lips. This time not one of sadness, more of frustration. A feeling that fanned the embers of anger inside her.

Why was Blondie so damned closed to her? If only she would open up a little Niki was sure they could have something more than the friendship that existed between them.

In the beginning Niki had held on to the tower of strength that Blondie had been. As Niki had grown older and Blondie had begun to teach her how to be a survivor, Niki felt the bond between herself and her educator flourish. She had giggled to herself when Blondie had rebuked her for dressing in figure hugging clothing. While she had understood perfectly the reasons why Blondie thought her attire was inappropriate, she enjoyed the feeling of knowing Blondie’s eyes spent far longer than was decent resting on what the clothing covered.

The thought landed firmly on the small flame of anger, smothering it before it took hold.

A ghost of a smile warmed Niki’s face. She couldn’t put her finger on exactly when she had fallen for Blondie. She assumed it had begun with hero worship that had slowly grown into infatuation, which inevitably blossomed in to love and sexual attraction.

Niki sighed once more. She had seen magazines from before the time of the falling, publications that contained faded images of men and women from a past age. They all seemed to be beyond beautiful, but in Niki’s eyes Blondie outshone them all. The hunter was taller than Niki by at least a head, and her body was as hard as rock, muscle formed by a life of hard living. Dirty-blonde hair crowned her head, hacked short in to an untidy tangle. A total contrast to the styled faces that appeared in Niki’s magazines, but her grim visage glowed with a beauty that none of the people the magazines referred to as stars could hope to match. Her harsh natural beauty coupled with her enigmatic past made Blondie a mystery begging to be unravelled.

Most nights Niki fell asleep wondering if the rough Wastelander would ever open her heart to the farm-born youngster, or would she be forever pining after her. Would Blondie always be oblivious to Niki’s desire while they lived out the rest of their years on the farm?

There had been times when, as a child, Niki had asked her parents why they rarely left the small homestead. Usually it would be after her mother and father had argued about something. It was only when she grew old enough to understand what had happened while her parents had been young, did she fully grasp how dangerous life was beyond the hollow they lived in.

The world had known about Zeus long before it had become a real threat. Niki’s mother had told her how the various governments had insisted there was no danger, and how the majority of the public had believed that. After all, it was a time when people believed what the media told them, blindly accepting what was handed down without question.

The minority, small groups of survivalists that didn’t believe the spoon-fed information, chose to prepare themselves for a scenario where the worst would happen. Niki’s mother’s parents had been one of those groups. They had built the thick-walled block house miles away from large population centres, bursa escort sunk a basement deep in to the rock with air filtration, and water sourced directly from below them. Niki’s father had been an apprentice engineer and had been with the construction crew who had built the safehouse and had been infatuated with the couple’s young daughter Marylin. Riku had only been dating Marylin for a few months when it became apparent that Zeus would indeed come a lot closer than the near miss originally predicted.

Riku had helped the family get to the safety of their newly-built bunker and accepted their offer to ride out the worst of what was to come. From Niki’s understanding, Zeus had struck the planet on a continent call Africa. After the initial strike, no one was really sure what came first, but Riku had spoken about the sky raining fire and the seas boiling up to swallow the earth.

Why the authorities had failed so badly, no one knew. There was talk about people chosen to go to safe places to ensure the continuation of the human race, but if that had been the fact, then they didn’t care about the part of the world where Niki and her family lived. When the dust settled, and the initial chaos had died down, the survivors had waited for help to arrive, but none came. Many had perished, dying from hunger and exposure and left to rot where they fell.

Out of the debris of the world that had been, the folk that managed to cling on to life fell into one of two categories, the ones who tried to rebuild, piecing back together the fragments of a devastated civilisation, and the ones who saw the power vacuum and grabbed everything they could while to opportunity presented itself.

The raids had begun small, one or two people stealing into encampments to take what supplies had been gathered. As the Rebuilders got more organised, they began to protect themselves against these raids, so to compensate the small groups formed gangs, earning themselves the name Reavers, taken from the groups of raiders that had plundered the Anglo-Saxon lands hundreds of years before. Niki’s mother had told her stories about a land far away in a different time, where the Anglo-Saxon farmers had hired warriors to cross the borders and chase the gangs of Reavers down, and hopefully returning the stolen cattle and crops. She also told of how the Rebuilders followed a similar course of action, seeking out the breed of person who would take the battle to the Reavers and burning the roots of the parasitic breed out. Niki had grown up listening to wonderful tales of the Hunters, the fearless predators that roamed the Wastelands, putting Reavers down and returning the much-needed goods to their rightful owners. Heroes with names like America’s Captain, The Man of Iron, and her personal favourite Miss Marvel, a beautiful huntress who dealt her own form of justice all across the Wastelands.

For a long time Niki had thought Blondie was either Miss Marvel or, if not, someone who had fashioned themselves on her. That had been the beginning of her infatuation and eventual attraction. Giving a small moan, Niki pulled her knees upwards, attempting to quell the warmth that blossomed between her thighs. The small moan ran in to a longer one as her hands began to touch her body in the places where she wanted Blondie to touch her. As the moans grew quicker, Niki wondered if Blondie ever touched herself while thinking about her young apprentice.

The next morning dawned bright, the storm had blown itself out overnight. By the time Niki rose, her body still buzzing from her previous night’s climax, the sunlight was seeping around the edges of the shutters allowing a little natural light in to the room. Smiling to herself over the secret pleasure she had gained, Niki rolled out of bed and pulled on the gown that had been her mother’s, her own grown too small a long time ago, then peeked out of her bedroom door. The door to Blondie’s room was closed as always, but the coffee Niki had left outside her room the night before had gone. A good sign Bea was up and about already. Niki hurried off to wash before dressing, her bare feet tiptoeing across the chilly, heavy-duty vinyl floor-covering. At least the previous night’s rainfall would have replenished the water tanks so there would be plenty for a shower she mused as she shrugged her robe off and turned the tap, steeling herself against the deluge of cold water.

Dressed in her figure-hugging attire, painstakingly stitched together from bartered leather padded with Kevlar fibre, Niki poured herself a coffee from the pot that had been left to keep warm on the solid fuel stove. Gingerly she took a sip, grimacing as she did. Blondie had many skills that she excelled in, but coffee-making wasn’t one of them; for some reason it always tasted like she had made it with ashes out of the previous night’s fire. The table that doubled as a work-bench held a small metal plate, layered with several slices of toasted bread, the leftovers of the previous bursa escort bayan days bake that Blondie always toasted in the morning. Niki snagged a slice and nibbled on it as she slurped another mouthful of sour-tasting coffee. The door out to the small patch of land beyond the house was open, letting the fresh morning breeze cleanse the inside of the bunker. From where she was standing, Niki could see Blondie doing her normal morning exercises. Currently she was hanging from the steel framework that formed a cover for part of the vegetable plot. Using her arms to repeatedly haul her body up until her chin was above the bar, then lowering herself down again. Niki watched the scene for a few moments, drinking in the flexing of Blondie’s muscles as they moved under the long-sleeved tee-shirt that covered her upper body. Even at this distance Niki could make out the scars around Blondie’s neck, evidence of the violent past the huntress refused to share. As she silently finished her breakfast, Niki wondered how many other scars Blondie kept hidden under her clothing and those locked away behind the impregnable walls of her mind.

As Blondie released her hold on the framework, Niki turned away from the door, unwilling to let Blondie know that she had been watching so intently. She lifted the heavy bag containing the Ma82 on to the table, pretending she had been concentrating on the weapon all along.

Normally they cleaned all weapons after returning to the bunker. All the way through her training, Blondie had scolded her for not cleaning her weapons after use, but after the terse moments the previous evening she hadn’t been in the mood, preferring instead to go to her room with her own thoughts. A gentle warmth touched her cheeks as she remembered exactly what those thoughts had ended up involving, and her hands shook a little as she opened the case and lifted the rifle out. Her hands ran over the black weapon, the cocking slide slipped backwards smoothly, the moving parts slick with a fine coating of fresh oil.

“I cleaned it earlier,” Blondie’s voice announced from the doorway, giving Niki an excuse to turn around again. “I wanted to do it to say sorry for snapping last night. I just got too tired.”

A wash of emotion rolled up from deep inside Niki, a swell of pity, grief, sadness and happiness all rolling together in a maelstrom of feelings. In all their time together, Blondie had never apologised for anything. For Blondie to have done the task for her and actually voiced her regret was a huge change. It felt like Blondie had opened a door to her. A very tiny door, but a door none-the-less. A happy smile spread across her face. She knew the excuse wasn’t the truth but it didn’t matter, Blondie had taken a very small step towards her and that was a victory in Niki’s book.

“You didn’t need to do that Bea,” Niki replied softly, “I was tired last night as well, so I was possibly being too pushy.”

The familiar forced smile played across Blondie’s lips, but while she attempted to express her acknowledgement of Niki’s admission, her eyes briefly reflected anguish and pain. A fleeting glimpse of the person behind the walls, there for a second then gone again. To Niki, the peek was a knife in the heart, a harsh reminder of how much suffering Blondie must have lived through but was still closed to Niki.

“I thought we could go to Garrisonville, pick up some supplies and maybe see if there are any contracts open.” Blondie suggested, her words carrying a huge meaning to Niki. The mere mention of a contract meant that Blondie considered her ready to attempt a serious hunt.

“I’ll go and get my gear together,” an exuberant Niki replied quickly, making sure she agreed before Blondie could change her mind.

The morning sun carried over to the afternoon and the hiking was pleasant and easy going. The route they followed had once been a road before Zeus, when people had travelled everywhere in wheeled transport called automobiles. The idea seemed fairly lazy to Niki, they both hauled packs and weapons, Niki even had the mammoth Ma82 slung across her back, and they were still making good time. Niki had tried to imagine what it must have been like before the Falling. The road they were travelling on must have been a wonderous sight. Now, however, the road was heavily overgrown and the few viable parts were potholed and torn. Every so often structures loomed out of the undergrowth, only discernible as man-made by the regularity of their shape under the cloaks of moss and vines that clung to them.

As always whenever they journeyed somewhere, Blondie pointed out various plants, asking Niki their names, which ones were edible, and which were poisonous. Every so often she would ask Niki to explain what she would do if they were ambushed on the road, pushing for rapid answers to questions about how to spot the imaginary assailants and the best route to extract from conflict.

“I’ve been shot in the thigh.” Blondie escort bursa announced suddenly. “We have incoming fire from the ahead right and left. Best course of action?”

“I grab you and drag you to cover over there.” Niki replied just as rapidly.

“You can’t get to me. The assault is too hostile,” Blondie fired back as harshly as the fictitious bullets.

“I hit cover to assess the situation,” Niki answered her, voice easy and level, “Is your position secure?”

“I am not in immediate danger,” Blondie informed her, “You can hear movement. The attackers are closing, a large band by the noise.”

“I’m not going to leave you if that’s what your aiming for me to say,” Niki said defiantly, “If I couldn’t move you, I would stay and fight by your side until my last breath.”

Blondie halted, catching hold of Niki’s arm to keep her attention. “Then we would both be dead. The tactical thing to do, would be for you to withdraw to safety and play hit and run on the Reavers.”

Wearing the same resolute expression she had when the discussion of clothing came up, Niki tightened her jaw and spoke through clenched teeth. “Tactical thing yes,” she admitted, “but not the rational one.”

Instead of the expected rebuke or argument, Blondie gently squeezed Niki’s arm. “If it ever came to that, I want you to promise me you would save yourself first, then worry about me later.”

The familiar ember of anger flared inside Niki once more. “And why do you get to play the hero?”

Slowly Blondie released her hold on Niki’s arm, the all too familiar cold glaze to her eyes again. “Because I’ve been there before, I know I can survive it. If you were killed trying to save me, I wouldn’t have a reason to.”

The words rolled over Niki like a summer storm, chilling her to begin with, but leaving her refreshed in their passing. Her mouth opened but no words issued forth.

“Sorry,” Blondie muttered as she turned away from Niki’s wide-eyed stare, “That came out wrong.”

The words ran around Niki’s mind over and over. Blondie did say if Niki died she wouldn’t have a reason to live. It wasn’t an admission of love by any standards, but it showed that Blondie cared for her. Possibly deeper than Niki had ever thought possible.

By the time Niki managed to close her mouth and gather her thoughts back to the present, Blondie had resumed walking and was already several meters away, striding effortlessly away on long lean legs.

“Hey, wait up.” Niki called, hurrying to catch up, her heavy load keeping her to a limit of a fast jog. “What did you mean by that?”

Keeping her focus on the road ahead Blondie largely ignored the question. “Nothing.” She finally replied after being asked several times. “It’s just been a long task training you and I don’t want that to go to waste.”

Once again Niki knew that Blondie wasn’t being fully honest with her but dropped the subject anyway, happy that she had heard correctly. She continued the walk with a half-smile on her face and humming softly to herself.

Garrisonville was the largest civilised settlement in the area. It boasted dozens of stores and over a hundred homes as well as a school and peacekeepers. One of the reasons it had flourished was the five-meter-high wall that surrounded the town, the residents realising early on that the best way to rebuild was to keep Reavers out. As the town expanded, new walls were built and the old torn down, the materials recycled and used to build new homes or infrastructure. There were only two ways into the town and both entrances could be closed with large steel doors, keeping the town secure.

Niki had been to the town once before, not long before her parents had been killed, and had been a little overwhelmed at the sheer number of people. As the gates to the town came in to view she felt a similar flutter of anxiety and she moved slightly closer to Blondie, her presence a reassuring comfort.

“Stay close,” Blondie instructed, almost as if she had sensed Niki’s unease, “When I stop, you stop and keep your hands empty.”

Nodding her understanding, Niki moved a little closer, glad that Blondie had issued the instructions. It would make sense that the peacekeepers would be wary of them. Afterall, they were two armed travellers and may not be friendly.

As it was when they got a dozen meters away from the gate a voice called for them to halt and state their business.

“Just looking to pick up supplies,” Blondie called back, “And to check in with Bruce.”

A muted exclamation issued from behind the wall and a few moments later a burly man with long auburn hair and a thick beard to match appeared in the gateway, his upper body packed in to a tactical vest festooned with grenades, handguns and ammunition magazines.

“Son-of-a-bitch, Blondie!” the man shouted, his voice heavy with an accent unfamiliar to Niki as he hurried out towards them, “We thought you were dead.” The giant stopped short of them his arms wide open. “Where’ve you been?”

There was a second or two of hesitation then Blondie stepped forwards in to the offered embrace, her body rigid and stiff as he hugged her and only relaxing again when he released his hold.

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~This is a story of fiction based on a real life relationship between two people who love and care for each other.

These characters interact in a manner that not all readers may be able to connect with, but stays true to the dynamic that exists between the real life players behind it.

Please take this into account as you rate and comment, hope you enjoy.~

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I almost fell out of bed when the phone rang. It was after midnight already, no one I knew was ever up that late. Even though I didn’t recognize the number, I decided to answer anyway.

“Hello?” My greeting was met with silence on the other end of the line, but something told me not to hang up yet. “Hello?” I asked again and waited.

A woman’s voice finally spoke two quiet words, “It’s me.”

I recognized the voice but was confused to hear it. We’d dated a long time ago and when she’d left it was abrupt, with no warning. No explanation, just goodbye. Why was she calling me after all this time, and why so late? Something wasn’t right.

“Are you okay?” I asked cautiously.

“I can’t…” she started and then trailed off, “I didn’t know who else to call. Are you busy?”

I wasn’t sure what to say. “No, but what’s going on? I haven’t talked to you in forever.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” she said, her voice cracking. “I really need to talk.” It was obvious that she had been crying, and my heart immediately went out to her. Nothing had changed. I still loved her deeply no matter what she had done to me in the past.

“Where are you?” I asked.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” she said and hung up.

When I opened the door she came past me with that look on her face she always had when she was really upset. It was a sad look like a pouting child makes. I felt for her. I knew it had to be something serious that had made her this unhappy.

I closed the door behind her and put my arms out. “What’s wrong?” Turning, she fell into my arms, crying. I didn’t know what to say, so I just held her quietly and tried to console her until the sobbing eased and she’d somewhat calmed down.

“I can’t explain,” she started. “You won’t want to hear it.” Then somehow I understood. I just knew. The needy phone call out of nowhere, the crying, it all suddenly made sense. This was a broken heart. Someone had finally done to her what she had done to me.

“I’m sorry,” I offered, not sure what else could be said.

“I had to see you,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. “I can’t sleep. I didn’t know where else to go. I know what I did to you back then was wrong, you didn’t deserve that. I don’t know what’s wrong with me!”

“Shhh, stop…” I held her tight and kissed the side of her face, trying to comfort her. No matter what she’d put me through in the past I couldn’t help but still love her. She had meant everything to me. I’d never loved anyone as openly and unconditionally as I had her. Holding her now I still felt the same.

I felt her arms tighten around me and I pulled her in close, happy to feel her in my arms. It was as if this familiar embrace was as necessary to my existence as air or water. She might as well have been a part of my own body, a piece of me that I had been missing this whole time.

Suddenly I realized I was feeling the skin of her face flushing against my own. I felt her shift in my arms and I started to step back, trying to think of something to say. “Look…” I started to speak when she suddenly turned, kissing me hard on the mouth. bursa sınırsız escort Her kiss felt desperate and full of need. Startled, I pulled away.

“Fine I’m sorry,” she said embarrassed. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes and she pulled away as if to leave. Frustrated, I grabbed her arm hard.

“Stop.”

“I need to leave,” she started, reaching for the door. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“I said stop.” I pressed my body close against hers and pushed her back against the door. My mouth hovered inches from hers and I stared intently into her eyes, judging what was about to happen. She tried to kiss me again but I backed away. “No.”

Her expression crumpled in obvious confusion. Unfortunately for her part of me took pleasure in that. She needed me and that put me in a position of power. I was seeing an opportunity I didn’t intend to miss.

“You’re not in control right now.” I leaned in against her until my lips were almost touching hers. “I am.”

I knew even before I could see it in her eyes how much my words turned her on. I moved in as if to kiss her, but when she started to respond, welcoming it, I stopped and bit my lip just slightly, drawing out mutual tension. She groaned and pushed against me, almost whining in frustration. I responded by pressing her back even harder against the door.

“Stop fighting,” I warned, “or you’ll never get what you want.”

I saw her flinch as my words hit home and she started to realize what I intended to do with her. I gave it a moment to sink in and then finally allowed our lips to meet in a soft, tender kiss. She kissed back with increased urgency but I held back.

“No,” I said quietly. “Not yet.”

When I leaned back in she remained passive, receiving my kiss with earnest but tempered passion. I finally released my grip on her arms and we kissed slowly. Sensual, deep kisses like I’d always enjoyed so much with her. I sank hopelessly into the delicious familiarity of it. Both my heart and my pussy began to ache for her.

Finally I couldn’t stand anymore. I kissed her hard and aggressive before pulling back breathless to speak. “Touch me.”

She grabbed for my jeans and anxiously fumbled with the zipper before dipping her hand beneath them, causing me to gasp loudly. When her fingers made contact with my already hard clit I moaned in pleasure.

“My god, you’re so wet!” she exclaimed, working her fingertips around the head of my clit. Then without warning she thrust two fingers deeply inside of me.

“Oh fuck!” It had been so long since I’d had someone inside of me and I was filled so much with her I thought I’d explode. “Down. Right now, on your knees.” I ordered. “Eat my pussy.”

Obeying, she jerked my pants below my knees with desperate hands, burying her hot mouth in my wetness. She licked and sucked my clit energetically, causing me to throw my head back, exhaling with pleasure.

She moaned back, “Mmm, you taste so good,” and forcefully pushed her fingers inside me, rhythmically fucking me deep and hard. I felt myself swelling in her mouth.

“I’m so hard for you, fuck…” I moaned.

She renewed her efforts and I felt my muscles clench, already close to the edge. “Fuck me hard,” I told her. Gripping her hair in my hands, her fingers pounding in and out of my wet pussy. She begged me to come for her and sucked my clit into her mouth, working her tongue back and forth over its head.

Suddenly my knees buckled as my orgasm hit me and I squirted as she fucked me, my juices bursa üniversiteli escort coating her face and running down her arm. I rode her until I was too sensitive to take any more, then she licked her lips and looked up at me hungrily.

I exhaled, “Come here,” pulling her up to meet her mouth with mine. I kissed her hard and rough, the way she liked it. I showed her with my mouth how much she had just pleased me, tasting myself on her lips. I could feel tension coursing through her body. She needed to be fucked and I knew it.

I pushed her towards the other room.

“Go get my cock,” I ordered. “You know where it is.”

I stripped while I waited for her to obey, knowing even before she started to move that she would do as told. When she returned I was standing naked waiting for her. She knelt in front of me and went about securing the cock in its straps. I raised each foot and allowed her to put them on me.

“Now tighten them up,” I directed, shifting to present my hips so she could secure the straps properly, giving me complete control over the cock as if it were a part of my own body. I hesitated, enjoying the feeling of control it gave me. Choosing my next words carefully, my tone low and deliberate, I finally spoke. “Put it in your mouth.”

Her eyes widened but without hesitating she eagerly obeyed. Taking my cock in one hand she put her mouth on it, licking and sucking it noisily. She acted like I could actually feel her mouth on it. I took her hair in my hand and encouraged her, loving the way she looked, “God, you’re such a dirty slut. I love fucking your mouth. Get my cock good and wet so I can fuck you with it.”

This was a well rehearsed scene for us.I knew which words turned her on the most and exactly how to use them. She responded with erotic, anxious moans around the head of my cock, and although I wanted to maintain control my body betrayed me as my hips moved uncontrollably toward her face, showing her how desperately I wanted it too.

“Get up and bend over.”

Obediently she stood and leaned over the side of the bed, her ass high in the air. I stood back and admired her body. She always looked so good like that. I wanted her so badly my clit ached with need against the base of the cock.

Leaning against her from behind I pressed against her ass without entering her. When she moaned in response I roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, growling in her ear, “You want this cock don’t you, slut?” punctuating it with a hard slap on her ass. Startled, she gasped and bounced forward, pushing back against me. Her breath was short and her knees trembled. I pushed against her again.

“You love this, don’t you?” I said in a low voice, rubbing the head of my cock in her wetness. Stepping back, I suddenly dropped to my knees and spread her cheeks with my hands. She wiggled with anticipation.

“Stay still,” I instructed, and then slowly ran my tongue from the head of her clit up to her dripping wet hole. She tried to push back into my face, but I moved back slapping her ass again hard. “NO. I didn’t say that you could move yet.”

As soon as I was certain she was obeying I pushed my face back into her warm pussy and sucked her clit into my mouth, enjoying how wet she was for me. Her legs quivered, but this time she was otherwise still, accepting my attention with little more than short, stunted breaths. Finally I trailed my way up slowly and lightly traced her ass with my tongue. bursa anal yapan escort Startled, she started to recoil.

“I said NO!” I repeated, standing to slap her round ass again firmly. “Do as you’re told!”

She began to protest but I’d already anticipated that response, so jerking her head back I grasped her hair firmly in my fist. “Whose whore are you?” I demanded.

“Yours,” she sputtered. “I’m your whore.” With that I slammed my cock deep in her pussy without warning, eliciting a shriek of surprise and pleasure from deep within her core.

“That’s right, you’re my dirty whore,” I said, pulling her body close to mine. “This pussy belongs to me.” Pushing in and out I slowly and deliberately punctuated each statement, pushing her to the next level with my words. “I own your body. The only reason you even exist is to fuck me.”

Her groans were deep and guttural, and she arched her back as I penetrated her. I repaid her with deeper, more forceful thrusts.

“That turns you on, doesn’t it? Knowing your body is mine to do with as I please.” Her body shook underneath me as I slammed into her. “You love when I fuck this pussy. My pussy. Don’t you whore?”

“Yes, I love it!” It barely came out she was so breathless, panting with raw lust.

“Nobody looks as good on my cock,” I told her. “You see how easily you take it, how wet you are for me? That ass will be mine too when I’m ready for it. I’ll do whatever I want with you. Don’t you EVER fucking forget that.”

I rammed the full length of my cock fully within her. She whined, crying out with primal passion. “That’s it, take my cock, slut. All of it!” I gripped her shoulders and put every last ounce of my energy into giving her the deep hard fuck I knew she desperately needed.

She tried to reach her hand between her legs but I stopped her, grabbing her arm and wrenching it behind her back, slapping her ass hard. “Mine. Not yours.” She whined in exhausted frustration. “You won’t come until I fucking tell you that you can.”

Issuing a few more powerful thrusts I finally released her and she fell forward in a heap. I then reclined on the bed and nodded towards her. “Get up. On your knees. Facing me.”

Worn but looking eager, she complied. Straddling my hips I watched her guide my cock back inside of her. Then she hovered, eyes wide, waiting for instruction.

“Good girl,” I praised. “Go ahead. Ride my cock.”

She did so, slowly for just a moment then increasingly urgent, bucking and grinding against me. Her tits bounced wildly in time with her efforts. When I knew she was more than ready I finally gave my permission. “Now touch yourself.”

She stuck two fingers in her mouth to get them wet, then started to rub her clit frantically. “Oh god yes, please!” she begged blindly. I held my hands on her thighs while she rocked back and forth on my cock.

“Let go. Give yourself to me,” I coaxed her, then when I felt her body tense I switched my grip to her ass and demanded, “Come for me. Come for me right now, you fucking whore!”

Her eyes shot open as she came, incoherent and wild-eyed. As her orgasm overtook her and ricocheted through her body I held her steady with my hands, staying deep within her until eventually she stopped shaking.

“That’s it, baby.” I comforted as she collapsed forward onto me in a heap and then rolled off, emotionally and physically spent, covering her face with her hands. I held her tight and kissed her cheek, “It’s okay, you’re safe. I’ve got you,” but when she finally looked up she had tears in her eyes.

“Wait, what’s wrong?” I asked, surprised.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she replied. “I just really needed to feel a connection like this again. I’ve felt so alone.”

I smiled and kissed her softly. “Well you are not alone,” I said, brushing her hair from her forehead. “At least not tonight.”

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Sophie’s babysitter was half an hour late. The girls had just gone down for their nap and if the doorbell rang, they would be awake and cranky all afternoon. Leaving the door ajar, she stood at the kitchen counter and quickly made her shopping list.

Maggie showed up panting, with rumpled hair. Sophie knew that Maggie’s parents were out of town and the high school senior was rumored to have a boyfriend against her parents’ wishes. She had young love once, before kids and work and life got in the way. She reminded Maggie to leave the boyfriend at home and advised that she would be home in a couple of hours, hopefully before the twins woke up from their nap.

Sophie waived to her friend Melanie and they headed into the grocery store for their weekly adult chat time. They both had sitters so they could shop in peace and used the hour to catch up on gossip and compare notes on their kids. Melanie’s son was two and was great at giving Sophie helpful tips for her four month old twin girls.

Mrs. Baker, with her eight month old son Alex spotted the women picking out bananas and headed their way. Alex, busy cutting teeth, was crying for all he was worth and Mandy couldn’t console him.

Sophie silently swore and excused herself to go to the ladies’ room. Alex’s crying had caused her hyper productive breast bursa escort to swell painfully with milk. The restroom was empty when Sophie went into the large stall at the end of the room and sat on the closed toilet seat lid. She opened the front of her baby doll top and unsnapped the closure of her nursing bra.

“Sophie, are you in here?” Melanie called.

“I’m in the last stall. I’ll be out in a few minutes,” she called back.

“Everything ok?” Melanie sounded concerned.

“Yeah. It was just Alex’s crying… You remember what that does…” Sophie responded while rubbing her breasts.

“I know something that helps. Let me come in,” Melanie’s voice had dropped to a whisper and her shoes were visible under the stall door. “I’ve been there and I’ve seen it all, remember, don’t be shy.”

Sophie hesitantly unlocked the door and turned away as her friend walked into the small space and closed the door behind her. Melanie’s hand gently rubbed her shoulder and coaxed her to turn around and gently pressed her down so she was sitting on the toilet lid again. Sophie stared down at her aching breasts and then up at her smiling friend.

Melanie kneeled on the floor between Sophie’s knees and placed her hands on her friend’s thighs. “This won’t hurt,” she whispered as she slid rest bursa ucuz escort of Sophie’s top down to her waist, leaving her breasts partially covered by her nursing bra. Melanie gently removed the bra, sighing as Sophie’s hard breasts sprang free.

Sophie watched Melanie on her knees in front of her. She was fascinated as Melanie removed her bra and stared at her breasts. She’d forgotten what it felt like to have them touched by adult hands and closed her eyes when Melanie’s reached out to caress them. She could feel milk starting to bead around her hard nipples and Melanie’s hands massaging her breasts, causing her milk to flow more freely.

Melanie licked her soft lips and looked up at Sophie. Her friend’s eyes were closed and she was smiling when Melanie’s mouth closed over Sophie’s nipple, suckling gently. She continued to massage Sophie’s breast with one hand as her other hand slipped under Sophie’s loose shorts and caressed her cunt.

Sophie gasped and watched Melanie’s mouth working against her breast. Her hips were rocking, pushing her cunt against Melanie’s hand. She worked her hands though Melanie’s hair, pulling her closer and was rewarded with Melanie’s lips vibrating against her nipple.

Melanie was humming. Sophie’s fingers were wrapped through bursa elit escort her hair and she continued to draw Sophie’s breast into her mouth. Her fingers were soaked with Sophie’s cum and Sophie was rocking against her, pulling her closer. The breast in her mouth was still taunt but no longer hard; she quickly changed sides, pulling Sophie’s other nipple into her mouth and massaging the breast. She changed the rhythm of her fingers, using short fast strokes against Sophie’s clit and resumed humming. She wanted Sophie to cum.

Sophie moaned. Melanie’s fingers brushed lightly against her clit and she pushed back against them, hard. Melanie’s lips were vibrating around her nipple and it was sending shock waves down to her cunt. Her body tensed and her back arched. She came.

Sophie moaned right before she came. Melanie slowed then stopped her fingers. She released the breast in her mouth with one last flicker of her tongue and rocked back on her heels. Her hand was covered in Sophie’s cum when she removed it from her friend’s shorts.

Standing up, Melanie quietly turned around and exited the stall. She listened to Sophie right her clothes and flush the toilet as she washed her hands and tried to straighten her hair.

Sophie tried to wipe away some of the cum and straightened her clothes. She flushed the toilet and walked out of the stall to find Melanie standing next to the sink drying her hands. “Wow,” it was all she could say.

Melanie smiled, “I’m always happy to help and you have my number… Now, we were looking for bananas…”

The two mommies exited the bathroom.

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Danielle sat on the white sand beach next to her husband of two years. They had been coming here together for the past five years since they began dating in the fall of 2001. As she sat watching the people at play and the waves rolling in to the wet sand he gently rubbed number 10 sun block on to her body.

Dani shielded her brown eyes with dark green UV protected sun glasses that also hid eye movement. Those eyes followed a young girl walking along the edge of the water.

The stranger, Dani reckoned, stood perhaps five foot seven. Dark hair fell onto her shoulders. Some cleavage was visible. As she walked bye Dani turned her head to enjoy the sight of well curved lower body and buttocks.

Danielle lay face up and stretched her 5 foot eight body. Mark continued to rub the lotion on to her.

“I think you’re well protected by now.”

“Yes I think so,” she replied happily.

“Sweetheart what’s for dinner tonight?”

“What would you like?”

Late that afternoon she served him a Sicilian dish called finnochio con sarde outside on the deck. The recipe had come down from her 56 year old immigrant mother.

Twentyeight years old, she was born two years after her mother’s arrival in the United States. She had grown up learning two languages; English and Sicilian.

That time spent on vacation passed all too quickly. Dani returned to work wishing that she had more time to spend away from the office. She dreaded the workload some days. Some of the people upset her more than the work load.

Karen stood five foot nine with a body that seemed almost too muscular for a woman. An exercise fanatic she spent time every night at the gym near her home. The ash blond had begun playing tennis seriously as a freshman in high school. At age thirtyfive she still played at least on weekends with one partner or another.

Karen didn’t care who knew that she’s a lesbian. She had been quite open about it and did not care what anyone thought of her.

Karen and Dani could not get along. Danielle considered the other woman to be insulting and even at times impressed with herself.

The Monday after vacation Danielle arose from bed and came into the kitchen. Her husband was sitting with a cup of coffee and two slices of raisin toast. It was 6 30.

“Going back to work after vacation always makes me a little nervous.”

Mark looked at his wife sympathetically.

“Too much work,” he said, “I know the feeling.”

“That too,” she added, ” Karen Somers is the biggest jerk and the biggest queer.”

“Tell me about it,” he said.

“Sexual harassment,” Dani said.

“Isn’t she the office dyke?”

“You got that right,” Dani answered.

What ever happened three days ago on the beach was buried in Danielle’s mind. No one knew that she looked at the other girl the way she had.

Dani kissed her husband lightly on the lips just before they parted. Some time later she left for her job.

Dani spent her day in charge of purchasing paper and binding for the printing of books. Karen had worked in bursa escort bayan accounts payable but the jobs did bring them into contact.

Monday evening had been Mark’s traditional bowling night. This would take him out of the house for perhaps a couple of hours. During that time Dani would be alone in the house.

“Honey I’m going. I’ll be home around eight.”

“Ok,” she called out from the living room, “have a good game.”

She had met his bowling team buddies one after another on previous nights. There were Al, Rick, and Todd.

Dani had given some thought to the morality of lesbian sex. Like most she would say that she didn’t care about another’s preference, an interpretation of the new testament teaching against being judgmental. She tried to tell herself that everything was fine so long as Karen didn’t make advances.

Danielle had secretly logged into her favorite lesbian only chat room. As “Prettygirl” she had many erotic chats. The scenes played out in her mind and her fingers typed.

Over time she became acquainted with many girls who visited the room. She knew them only from how they described themselves. She had created many different settings which the other girl had fit into perfectly. The night clubs, the beach and the mountains name a few. Every “date” led to sex.

The digital clock was coming up on eight. She heard a car door then seconds later heard Mark coming in the front door. She logged out of the chat. Her mind quickly reverted back to morality issues.

“Hi hon,” she said,” how did you do tonight?”

“pretty good,” he answered.

She had been brought up to believe that God intended sex to procreate. Lesbian sex could not do that so therefor it must be wrong. Besides she wanted to give her mom and dad a grand child.

“How good?”

“I bowled a 180.”

“Did you get a lot of strikes?”

“A few,” he answered.

On Tuesday at noon Danielle sat in the cafeteria eating her tuna sandwich and drinking her bottled coke classic. She gazed out the window at the high way below thinking about the planned improvements to their home.

Karen walked to the table. Dani ignored her.

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

When Danielle didn’t answer Karen pulled out a chair and sat.

“You’re a bitch.”

“I’ve never bothered you.”

Dani knew that Karen had actually paid her a compliment. The time spent in chat rooms had defined “bitch” as beautiful and intelligent. She gave no sign that she knew this.

“Are you married?”

“Mark and I have been married for two years.”

Dani wondered how Karen could not notice a diamond and wedding band.

Karen realized that her crush on Danielle had been unrequited. Dani was straight and taken.

Neither Dani nor Karen added any more to the chat. At 12 30 they left for their respective offices without a word spoken. For the first time in a long time Karen walked away from someone fighting back tears.

Danielle had gone back online that evening finding her favorite chat room almost filled bursa bayan escort to capacity. Another sexual fantasy played itself out on the private message screen. Dawn was also a regular in the room.

Mark had always been a die hard sports fan. What ever else was going on in his life during that summer the baseball game came first. Even at the bowling alley the night before the game had played on the big screen television. Dani paid no attention to the game or his emotional reactions to it.

Wednesday had gone well at work for Dani until it was time to leave. She had stayed the extra hour in order to get caught up on some work from vacation. At 5 she and Karen entered the central elevator.

The elevators in the building had a tendency to breakdown trapping occupants until the repair man could arrive. That day it happened.

Danielle was easily given to panic. Her panic was audible even outside her prison.

“Oh my God tell me this isn’t happening!”

Karen remained calm.

“It’s ok. We’re gonna be ok.” She had already pushed the emergency call button.

Her words did nothing to soothe Dani’s fear.

Seeing Danielle start to cry Karen took the frightened girl in her arms and held her close. A few seconds passed. She kissed Dani’s cheek then kissed her neck. Dani slowly began feeling at ease. Karen continued to caress her and kissed her neck two more times.

After several minutes the two girls had come face to face. Danielle had calmed down. Karen kissed Dani’s mouth. As if outside her conscious control, Dani’s lips returned the kiss. They kissed again. Karen kept caressing. Danielle could feel her knees buckling as Karen’s hand slid down her back.

Both ignored the passing of time. It had actually been a half hour since their lips met. Danielle moaned softly as Karen’s hand reached her buttocks. Karen seemed to realize without a word spoken that Dani had just then come into her panties. The two lovers continued to kiss. They both began to hope that the elevator would remain broken down for a long time.

“I always dreamed it would be like this,” Dani whispered.

“I had a crush on you for so long.”

“and I kept pushing you away,” Dani answered. Tears came with the last words from her mouth.

“Don’t cry sweet thing. Just kiss me.”

Karen slipped a hand up under Dani’s loose fit blouse to the breast and massaged it for several moments with her finger tips. The nipples stiffened.

Danielle was breathing heavily by now as Karen continued to caress her.

Karen slid her hand inside Danielle’s wet panties and gently squeezed her buttocks.

Their instincts told them that the elevator repair guy may be around any minute. They broke off the embrace.

“I think I definitely need to change my panties when I get home.”

“I think so too,” Karen answered.

They both giggled.

A few moments later the door opened. Outside a forty something year old male carrying a tool kit stood looking inside. Dani looked at him.

“I’m bursa merkez escort so glad to see you.”

The two girls walked side by side toward the building’s exit door.

“I love your outfit,” Karen remarked.

“Thanks,” Dani replied, “Kohls had it on sale.”

The two girls spent he next few days seeing each other on coffee breaks. Seeing each other had been limited to around the office.

A week had passed since the elevator incident. For the next few days Danielle could live like a single girl while Mark was away. Putting aside work for a few minutes she walked over to the accounts payable office.

“Hi Hon,” said Karen looking up from her computer.

“What’s happening Karen?”

“Not a whole lot,” she replied.

“Mark’s away on a business trip in San Diego so I’m home alone.”

“How long will he be gone?”

“The rest of the week,” Dani answered.

” Stop bye tonight,” Karen suggested.

That said she drew a crude map. Danielle looked at the paper and the address written on it. She made mental notes of street names.

“I’m very familiar with the neighborhood. I used to hang out there as a teen.”

“Then you should not have any trouble finding my apartment.”

“Is that video rental still there at the corner?”

“They’re gone. It’s a Dunkin Donut now.”

As she drove bye the buildings she saw that her old neighborhood had changed little. The video had become a donut shop but every thing else seemed the same. She pulled up to the apartment building.

Karen came outside her building dressed in white shorts and sleeveless blue top. Dani seemed to admire her almost masculine physique.

“Did you go to the gym today? “

“Yup,” relied Karen, “I just got home.”

They went up to the third floor apartment. Dani looked around.

“Nice place,” she said.

“Thanks,” Karen replied,”I moved in a year ago last week.”

“How’s the rent here?”

“Actually I own it. It went Condo so I bought it.”

The Tiffany Baroque table Lamp caught Dani’s attention.

“I love that lamp.”

“A knock off,” said karen.

“Where did you get it?”

“It was a gift from my sister Joanne.”

Dani made herself comfortable in a cushion chair. She planned a long visit.

Karen Somers was well practiced with the strap on dildo, a sorority membership providing her first time with one. Melanie was like Dani, very feminine.

After coffee and pastry in the kitchen the two shared sofa. Their lips met then mouths opened. Tongues began to lick each other. Danielle relaxed and enjoyed her partner’s caresses on her back,her arms, her neck and even her cheeks. The soft pressure of Karen’s finger tips on her breasts pleasured Dani even more.

They moved from the sofa into the bedroom. Karen eased her lover to the bed and slowly began pulling off her clothes. While Dani lay naked facing up Karen undressed herself.

Using the toy came as naturally to Karen as a man using his penis. Dani moaned loudly as the rubber toy penetrated. She began to thrash about wildly. Her moans turned to screams. She began to come.

Several orgasms later Danielle lay exhausted. Karen looked down at her lover touching her belly gently.

“It’s just like my husband only better.”

Karen did not wish to share her partner.

“Dammit Danielle! Leave him!”

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I was bored. Usually, when I was away helping organise an event, at least one other member of the team would be with me, often Seb, who was gayer than the Gay Gordons. But he passed muster for a male companion in the hotel, which kept predatory men at bay. I was lesbian through and through, but that never stopped men thinking I was in need of their company. Short of wearing a tee-shirt saying “I am a lesbian,” it was hard to know what to do about it. But Seb was ill, and here I was on my own.

The people at the venue had been fab, and the first night had been almost a sell-out. The Ensemble were well-known, getting air-time on “Classic FM” as well as Radio 3, and however much the music snob in me hated the cheesy style of the former, there was no denying that exposure there got bums on seats. In the end, that was what kept me in rare vinyl recordings of Kathleen Ferrier (I know, but everyone to their choice).

But here I was, alone. The one good thing was that there appeared to be no stray men in the lounge, as I waited to be called for supper. The waiter came, said my table was ready and led me to it. The restaurant was empty. I sat and looked at the menu.

Then she came in. As I am, shall we say, petite (four foot ten inches, 30-20-22), the first thing I usually notice escort bayan about a woman is her height. She was about five foot seven, blonde hair, pale white skin, and her low cut dress showed that, unlike me, she had a bosom. Okay, I admitted to myself, boredom was, at least for now, banished by curiosity.

Like many lesbians, my gaydar was quite well-developed. Despite all the advances made by gay women, it was still nowhere as easy to pick up a female lover as it was a male one. The sexy blonde who had just piqued my interest was not, I guessed, wholly gay, but the way she caught my eye and smiled, suggested she might not be averse to more than a chat. I thought I might as well try it.

‘Hi, there, care to join me? It will protect us both from the ravening horde of men about to descend on this place.’ I smiled.

‘Really,’ she smiled, ‘well I am sure my partner would much rather I spent the evening with a ravishing woman than ravening men.’

‘Where is this ravishing woman?’ I asked, blushing.

‘Oh, I dare say she will turn up, but until then, you will have to do.’ She laughed. I blushed even more.

She sat opposite. I handed her the menu.

‘I’m Pixie, nice to meet you.’

‘How suitable. ‘I’m Emily,’ she replied, her smile setting görükle escort my heart fluttering. I could not help hoping.

‘What brings you to this forsaken spot?’ It was a natural question, the place was famous for its music.

I hoped that, if she had come for the concert, we might have a topic of conversation.

‘Oh, I’m here to listen to the Hilliard, but thought I’d come a day early and catch the rehearsals, if they let one in.’

‘I can ensure they do, I’m one of the organisers.’

‘That would be extremely kind of you.’

As she smiled, I thought it was more than worth it, just to see that. I was conscious of the urge to please her. That was usually a sign; occasionally, even a good one.

The waiter asked if we wanted anything to drink.

‘The least I can do is to buy us something nice – would you like a kir royale?’ Again, the dazzling smile.

‘I’d love one.’ It was my turn to smile.

The deep purple fizz tasted as wonderful as it looked.

‘Bottoms up,’ I said.

‘Yours or mine?’ She laughed.

I blushed. It was a bad habit, which seemed to be growing on me with Emily.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said quickly, ‘my tongue runs away with me.’ She smiled, slowly, lustfully. I was bursa elit escort being seduced.

‘I blush easily,’ I said, soothingly. ‘And the idea did catch my fancy.’

‘I might like to catch that, too.’ She winked.

The waiter interrupted. I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or cross. As they were in season I could not resist ordering the oysters to start, followed by the scallops with bacon. Emily ordered the pea soup and the steak – rare.

‘Is it true?’ she quizzed me.

‘Is what true, Emily?’

‘Oysters, libido?’ Again, the wink and the slow smile. She was bloody well flirting with me; why was I so slow to pick up the signals? Useless, no wonder I was still single.

‘Hard to tell,’ I teased back, ‘I’m a horny little thing at the best of times.’

‘Yes,’ she smiled, ‘it was the first thing I noticed about you.’

‘What? The horniness?’ I teased.

‘No, your petite form. Are you even five foot?’

Indignantly, I protested that I was nearly five foot, but it sounded silly as soon as the words left my mouth.

‘It’s fine, I love your size, it appeals to me.’

‘It does?’ I gulped. ‘Most people don’t seem to find the flat-chested midget look appealing. They want curvy girls’

She reached out, touched my hand.

‘Don’t look so worried, little Pixie, you are gorgeous. I can’t wait to fuck you after dinner. We can test that oyster thing.’ So saying, she gripped my hand, and looked into my eyes.

‘You do want to be my Pixie, don’t you?’

Suddenly, I wanted it more than anything.

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This is a story about an experience I had with a woman who I met through Literotica. Every word of it is true.

When I first met Susan in the flesh I suppose my over-riding emotion was relief. She was just how I had imagined her; long sandy hair, pretty eyes, showing her age a bit – after all, she was in her 40s – but very attractive. She had only flown into London that morning, but was not looking too jet-lagged. I ordered two black coffees from the waitress in the coffee shop and then turned my attentions back on my American penpal. Her body was just how I had hoped it would be, a little on the large side but with the most fantastic chest. She was wearing some sort of floral dress with a very low cut, which showed off about six inches of cleavage.

We were talking about the weather, and how her flight had been, but all I could think about was putting my head between that lovely pair. I had got in touch with Susan after reading one of her stories on .com. It was nothing particularly memorable – something about an orgy in a castle – but it had sparked my imagination, and I wanted to exchange a few emails with her. Her life, it transpired, was very different to mine. I had not even turned 30 and was enjoying the high life in London, travelling around the world and partying whenever I feel like it. Susan, on the other hand, lives with her husband and three kids (aged from 9 to 16, as if that matters) somewhere in the mid-West. Her life seemed to revolve around picking up the children from school, arranging their swimming lessons and supervising their homework, while her husband sat d the house drinking cans of beer and watching baseball on the television. She wasn’t exactly unhappy, it seemed, just thoroughly bored. Like lots of other women her age, I guess, she no longer slept with her husband, Jerry, and her only sex life was in her imagination. She had the house, the car, the family, but something was missing. The letters we exchanged started off just friendly, but became more and more explicit about our fantasies.

Eventually we exchanged photographs of each other. I took an explicit photograph of my cock, hard with lust, in my right hand, and emailed it to her. She, in turn, took a photograph of herself, between her legs, showing off her bar pussy for me.

That was enough to make me very, very horny indeed. The picture of her hand, holding her pussy open, showing herself off for me alone.

When I suggested that she should come over to England and meet me, she seemed quite reluctant at first. “I’ve been with Jerry for 20 years,” she wrote. “There’s no way in the world that I’d cheat on him. Let’s just keep it in our imaginations.”

I wrote back and told her not to worry. She should just come over for a few days and hang out, spend time chatting, maybe go to a few bars and visit the theatre; “You deserve to treat yourself, what with all the work you have to do around the house,” I told her. “Anyway, I have a girlfriend so it’s not as if could misbehave anyway.”

In the end sarışın porno it seemed I had persuaded Susan, because next thing I knew there was an email from her in my computer, saying she would be arriving at Heathrow in two weeks’ time.

She was coming over with a female friend, also married, from her local parents teacher association. It was the only way to stop Jerry from being suspicious, she explained.

That first day in London, while her friend Lisa was resting in her hotel room, Susan and I explored the city; we took a boat up the river, we went on the London Eye, and we visited a few museums. I was very careful to play the gentleman; barely touching her, except on the arm now and again to make a point. I wondered what passers-by would make of us. I look very young for my age, with spiky blond hair and a slim body – sometimes I can pass for early 20s. Maybe they thought that Susan was my mother or aunt, I wondered.

That evening, when Lisa had woken up, the three of us went out for dinner in the West End, and I made sure that we had all drunk lots of wine with our three-course meal. During the main course I put my hand on Susan’s knee – she was wearing jeans – and was pleased when she made no attempt to shake it off. By the time we had reached the dessert, which was a blackberry and apple crumble, I had slid my hand down her thighs, and was slowly sliding it up and down. Susan pretended that nothing was happening, and carried on the conversation, which was about American politics and the upcoming election. By the time the coffee arrived, I had the palm of my right hand firmly between her legs and was rubbing hard against her. She was pressing herself against my fingers with what seemed almost like desperation. In the candlelight, she looked very foxy; she could have been 10 years younger than her real age…which was 43, or so she said.

But before we got up to leave, when Lisa went to the ladies, Susan turned to me and said: “I can’t believe you did that! You know I’m a married woman. How dare you?”

I knew she had to say this to make herself feel less bad about a near-stranger rubbing her pussy through her jeans, so all I said was: “You seemed to be enjoying it.”

I had made sure that she had the number for my mobile phone, and I knew she would be calling me later that night. Lo and behold, a few hours later, after we had settled the bill and left the restaurant – and the ladies had gone back to their separate hotel rooms – I was waiting in a bar around the corner, when the phone rang.

“I want you to come around now,” said Susan.

I thought about arguing, and calling her a hypocrite, but all I could think about was finally getting my mouth on those huge breasts. Next thing I knew, I was ringing the bell of her hotel room.

I was half-expecting her to open the door wearing nothing but her underwear, which would have been a bit of a cliche, but she was still fully clothed in the flowery top and jeans. She had a small whisky in sex hikayeleri one hand.

“I’ve been playing with myself, and thinking about you,” she told me. Saying nothing, I closed the door behind me and entered the very ordinary hotel room. “Be gentle with me,” she said. “I haven’t been with another man since the 1980s”.

She probably expected me to rip her clothes off and take her there and then. But I had different ideas. I sat myself down in the corner of the hotel room. “I want you to take your clothes off while I watch,” I told her.

The whisky had obviously made her confident, because within seconds she had taken her top off, and was releasing the catch of her huge black bra. As it slipped off, her gigantic tits came into view. They were quite something, quite firm with large pink nipples. “And now your jeans,” I told her.

She was left standing in just her knickers, while I stared at her from across the room. I really wanted to touch myself but stayed in my suit, with my arms crossed. “Get on your knees on the floor,” I said. “I want you to touch yourself.”

Obliging, she got down into the doggy position, and reached between her legs. Her fingers pulled her now wet underwear to one side so that she could rub herself between the lips. For five minutes or so I watched her from behind as she stroked her clit and dipped her fingers into her hole. “That’s enough for now,” I said. “Did you bring the dildo I told you to bring?”

Bear in mind that we had been exchanging quite a few emails, and I had prepared Susan for what I had planned.

Susan lifted herself off the floor and rummaged through her handbag, bringing out a six-inch black lump of plastic.

“Sit on the side of the bed and fuck yourself with the plastic cock”, I said. She didn’t need to be asked twice, leaning back on the duvet and sticking the dildo up between her lips. In and out, in and out, it went, between her large splayed pink lips. By now I was almost crying with lust, but I fought to keep my self-control and just sat, watching. Her giant tits were shuddering and a faint flush was appearing around her neck and chest.

“I’ve got something for you,” I told her, bringing out a cucumber which I had been carrying around all afternoon. “I don’t think your toy is big enough. You need this.”

The vegetable was quite a fair size, so I made Susan lick it all over before I pulled out the black dildo and replaced it with this fat, green object. There was something almost obscene about her lying back on the bed, grunting with lust, as I forced the cucumber up as far as it could go into her.

“What about you? I want to pleasure you”, she said.

But for now I just wanted to take care of her needs. Holding the vegetable with both hands, I thrust it faster and faster until I could see she was on the brink of an orgasm. When at last she came, it was with a huge shudder.

When I pulled out the cucumber, her pussy stayed gaping, wide open, as stretched as it had been şişman porno for years.

I was in too much of a hurry to take my clothes off, so I just unzipped my flies, pulled out my cock, and rammed it into her. “Is this what you imagined when you decided to come over her?” I asked, as I pulled backwards and forwards against her blonde pubic hair.

“Yes,” she grunted. “No, you bastard. Yes, yes” she said.

“You’re cheating on your husband, you slut,” I said to her. “How does that make you feel? Like a naughty girl?” I asked. “What about your wedding vows? Have you forgotten them? Why are you taking another man’s cock inside your hole? Are you a slut?”

Susan could barely breathe with excitement. “Yes, I’m a slut, a whore, fuck me”, she said.

I had reached down to touch her clit. It was time to give her another orgasm. But her pussy was now too loose to please me.

“Get on your knees again,” I said. “I’ve got plans for you.”

Susan swung over onto her front, her large arse pointing up at the ceiling, her big tits swinging loose against the bedcovers. I was still in my suit, my erection sticking out of the flies. I leant forward, pulled open her large buttocks, and started to lick her pussy lips. I could hear her moaning with pleasure as my tongue traced a path down her labia and then up to her arse. I gave her anus a few good laps, and as she didn’t complain, I started to lick it harder and harder, until my tongue was drilling inside her butt. “Please don’t stop, that’s so good,” she cried out.

By now I had inserted one finger into her bum, and then another, while I still licked around the edges of her arsehole. Susan had reached back between her legs to play with her clit.

I was still licking her arse as I took out the black dildo and began to lube it up with some KY that I had brought for this occasion.

Susan could see what I was doing and was not particularly happy. “Please, not that, I don’t like anal,” she said. But when I started to ease the end of the dildo into her tight hole, she soon stopped complaining. Within a few minutes, it was deep insider her. It was such an obscene, erotic sight, that I stepped back to get my camera. Susan protested, “no, no photos” , but I snapped a couple of pictures of her, lying naked on the bed with her large white arse in the air, a black plastic cock protruding from her arsehole.

When I withdrew the dildo, she looked disappointed, but her face changed when I rubbed more k-y on to my dick and eased it, inch by inch, into her now gaping butthole.

I moved ever so slowly at first, bearing in mind that she was an anal virgin, but soon I was pushing in and out so fast that it would only be a matter of seconds before I came. When I finally reached the point of no return, Susan was pawing at her pussy with one hand and screaming out obscenities. I’m almost embarrassed to admit this bit – it’s such a porn cliché – but just before I came, I withdrew and shot my cum all over her arse and heavy, white thighs.

This was just the start of a very, very long night.

I could tell you more about Susan, and the two days we spent together. But then again, she is now in the past. Her departure has created a vacancy, for another….older…American…woman….the ball is in your court.

James

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I had been waiting for him all day. Bringing myself to the edge, desperately wanting to let go, but knowing that it wouldn’t be enough.

As I heard his keys in the door, I rushed to meet him.

That morning he had left sharply dressed in his deep blue suit, but I knew that he would have been to the gym on his way home. As he swept through the door, the first handful of clothing that made its’ way into my fist did not include a tie; it was the soft worn cotton of my favorite t-shirt. And as I pulled him to me, my naked body pressing up against his, he grinned and whispered “So, did you miss me?”

He smelled faintly of after-shave, and his hair was still damp.

“I have been waiting all day…” I replied as my hands made fast work of his jeans. He never wore underwear after gym days; I loved that about him.

“Oh god… Baby, we can’t, we’re going to be late…”

“We have time, we don’t have to be there for another 45 minutes…”

As I pulled his hd porno hand to meet me, I could hear the groan building deep in his throat. I was wet, waiting, pushing him to the bedroom with a single goal in mind. I whispered my desires into his ear; I wanted him deep in me, buried, pounding, and throbbing. I needed him.

And as he picked me up to carry me to the bedroom, I knew I would get my wish.

My mouth sought his, hot and hungry, and we made it… well close enough anyway. Just inside the room he reached behind me to push the door closed, and I slid my way down his body. Kissing and sucking, headed toward my prize, I took him into my mouth, licking, tasting, touching, sucking him deep into my throat, my nose pressed up close to his body.

“Stop…”

My answer was the definite, but muffled “No…” said while I continued my work.

“No, come here…” He said while pulling me up, kissing my mouth, and sucking my tongue deep into japon porno his.

His hands knew me so well, while one hand rubbed and teased my already hard nipples, the other snuck between our bodies to explore the wetness between my thighs. I don’t know how I was able to speak at all, my tongue felt twisted and tied, but the slight whispering, pleading, begging words somehow managed to escape my lips “…please…” and “…oh…god!”

I needed him. This man could make me beg and weep, and he knew it, but I wasn’t in the mood to play, I needed him inside me.

“Now… Oh… God…Please…. Fuck me… Please!”

As his body pushed me up against the wall, my hands clinging to him, around his neck and woven into his hair. My mouth hot and wanting, claming his lips and seeking out his tongue.

As I wrapped my legs up and around his waist, I pulled my body to meet his.

We moved franticly, each closer than we had realized.

My lezbiyen porno breath caught, the waves washing over me, slowly building, and multiplying, I swear to god, I would have fallen down that wall had he not pulled me closer, his head buried in my neck.

This was what I had been waiting for, this man who as he came deep inside me, my body milking him, pulling and wanting more, cried out my name.

And as my feet slipped to the floor, our bodies seeking the stability of that same wall, we heard the muffled sounds of his roommate coming home.

“…Damn…”

I couldn’t contain the small laugh, I knew his roommate had noticed the discarded clothing that had made it no further than the entryway.

“Hey you guys, we are going to be late!” He shouted in our general direction. “Even though you are the guest of honor, they are not going to wait for you…” He added.

We rushed to dress. Me in the light gray, semi transparent gown he had chosen for the occasion and he in the charm and luster of his tux. I moved to open the door, but the warmth of his hand feather light on back gave me a moments pause, I turned to kissed his mouth lightly, and whispered a quiet “Thank you…” as the beginning of a grin played my lips.

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The clouds rumbled overhead. The Virgin walked unsteadily towards his destination with his sneakers sinking into the soft mud with every step. He was going to see Her. It was time he was made a man. He shivered as the cold wind blew over him and he clutched at the sweaty money in his pocket to make sure it was still there. Soft misty drops brushed against his face. He shivered again.

He could see the shack now. It was a place many boys had come to be made men before, and many more would yet. The house was old, older than some could remember and showed it’s age badly. It had never been painted. It was a was a simple wooden affair, almost like a cabin with covered front porch. He could see the Whore on the porch. She was standing there, waiting for him like she had all the time in the world to wait, and she seemed oblivious to the cold or weather. She was wearing a simple black dress, and she leaned against the house with her arms folded and smiling coyly.

As the Virgin stepped up onto the porch, she took his hand and helped him up. She ran a finger down his chest and looked into his eyes. He swallowed hard as he looked back into hers, and pulled the money from his pocket with his shaking hands. Her smile widened as she gracefully took the money from him. She walked her fingers down to the fly of his jeans and slid the zipper down slowly while looking into his eyes. The virgin shivered, but not from the cold. She reached into his pants and pulled out his already hard cock. She grasped it firmly and ran her thumb over the thick purple head. Then she suddenly started to pump it rapidly. The Virgin moaned and then yelled as a thick line of semen shot from üvey kız kardeş porno his cock. The whore smiled and licked her fingers, sucking the stickiness off each one, before grasping him again and leading him into the house. The rain began to pour.

It was warm and dry and softly lit inside. There was a large bed and a table beside it, and not much else. The Whore pushed him down onto the bed. She stood up and slid out of her dress, leaving nothing but her stockings, garter belt, and a pair of sheer black panties. She cupped her large bare breasts and ran her tongue over her lips. She knelt at the bed and took his cock in one hand. She flicked her tongue with feather light touches along the head of his cock, then ran her tongue down the side. She took the head into her mouth, and began to suck it softly, slowly taking more and more of his cock into her mouth each time, until her lips would slide down to his balls and back up to the very tip each time. The boy moaned as the soft thunder outside grew louder to match him.. The whore released his now rock-hard cock from her mouth, giving it one final lick along the underside before, standing up to remove her panties.

She lay back on the bed beside him with her legs spread wide. The whore spread open her cunt with her hands and looked at him expectantly. The Virgin swallowed hard, and moved his head to her crotch, smelling her sweet musky fragrance. He tentatively kissed her on her cunt, than looked up into her eyes. The Whore smiled and nodded her approval. He began to kiss along her slit, up and down, then gave it a nervous lick. The Whore shuddered. The Virgin xnxx porno smiled and began to lick harder and with more fervor up and down her wet cunt. The rain began to pour heavily outside as the Whore moaned and pressed his head against her. She screamed when he ran his tongue over her throbbing clit, and when she did, he began to lick there hard, running his tongue back and forth over it. The wind howled with the Whore as her legs trembled and squeezed his head, and her hips pushed against his face. She screamed as she came.

She sat up panting and smiling with her hair slightly mussed, and patted the boy admiringly on the cheek. She reached over to the table beside her and opened a small drawer. She pulled out something that looked like a toothpaste tube. She poured a clear gel into her hand, and then began to rub it over the Virgin’s cock. The Whore wrapped around his cock and spread the cool gel over his warm cock. She squeezed with each stroke. The boy panted with excitement. The thunder roared outside.

She then bent over and handed him the tube. She spread her ass with her hands and looked at him. The Virgin crawled up to her, and placing a hand on each ass cheek began to lick along her ass crack. The Whore sighed appreciatively as his tongue slid up and over her asshole. He kissed her there, then poured the thick gel into his own hand. He began to rub it over her asshole, then pushed a finger into her. He pumped it in slowly. He took the tube and placed it into her asshole, a squeezed a good amount into her. The Whore shivered slightly. He began to pump two fingers into her slowly. The Whore moaned. Lightning flashed at zenci porno the window as he knelt behind her.

He placed his throbbing cock at the entrance to her now well-lubed ass. He ran his cock slowly and teasingly up and down her ass crack as the whore wriggled beneath him anxiously. Then he slowly pushed the head of his cock into her asshole. The Whore gasped and swallowed. He pushed his cock deeper inside, going slowly. The Whore rubbed at her clit and moaned as she was filled up completely by his huge cock. He pushed and pushed until at last he was a the way inside her. He stood still a minute feeling their hearts beat together, then he began to slide out. He pushed back in again with a little more force, then slide back out again.

The Whore whimpered underneath him as he slid into her faster and faster. The rain pounded outside against the house as he pounded against her with his moans getting louder. The Whore started to scream and cry, and thrashed underneath his body as she was wracked in powerful orgasm. She screamed to God and Heaven and swore as she felt his huge throbbing cock invade her hot tight ass over and over again. He was yelling now as the thunder continually boomed outside, and his cock was burning with the need to explode inside her. As the Whore came again her ass clamped down hard onto his cock. He screamed as he shot thick globs of come deep into her.

The rain softened. They lay on the bed exhausted. Her asshole throbbed around his cock. He slide out of her and stood up. He walked over to his jeans and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He took one and offered one to her. They both lit up a inhaled deeply as the rain pitted softly against the house. He pulled on his clothes and walked out the door with his cigarette still lit. She followed him to the doorway.

The Whore blew a kiss to him and waved goodbye until next time. The Man waved back and began to walk down the soft muddy earth and gravel back home.

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