She Finally Came…

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My attention was taken away from the movie when I heard three light knocks at the front door. As I got up from the couch to answer the door my heart jumped with excitement because I knew it was her. Now, for the past week, I’ve been trying to figure out what is going on with my body because my hormones have been on 100. All it takes is for Kendall lick her lips or give me that “imma fck your world up” look & I turn into a damn typhoon, but that’s a story for later. So, I open the door and of course she rushed passed like she always does talking shit, but this time I my attention was caught by the scent of her cologne which immediately made the inside of my womanhood ache.

Now, keep in mind that I have on an old sundress and I’ve been in the house relaxing all day, so I’m not wearing any panties, I can tell this is about to be a problem for me. As I close the door and lock it I check myself back into reality, and I turn around to Kendall standing behind me with a container in her hand.

Earlier that day I told Kendall I was trying this new recipe my cousin wanted me to try and make, escort bayan so she knew I had cooked and I already figured she would have wanted to try some.

So, I made her a plate of food and I walked back to the couch to try and finish watching the movie.

At this point I can’t stop fighting my smile or checking over my shoulder to see what’s she doing, why she hasn’t come to sit by me yet. But no worries a few moments later she joins me on the couch to watch the movie as well.

I am no longer paying attention to this movie, I have thoughts racing in my head about conversations we have been having over these past few days, and honesty I just wanted my one on one with her. After about 20minutes, my cousin has fallen asleep on the couch so I turn off the movie and walked back to my room so we could talk.

We laid across the bed for about 15 or 20 minutes just sharing thoughts and just like any other time Kendall picking at my brain, but I don’t mind it, she challenges me to broaden my mind. A little while after they were done talking Kendall tried to altıparmak escort bayan teach my how to play a card game but I wasn’t winning so jokingly I knocked the card out her hand. She just laughed and told me I better pick up her cards. Because I wanted to be defiant I asked “and if I don’t?”, next thing we know we’re play fighting. We were going back and forth between the bed and walls, holding each other arms out the way, and wouldn’t let go. Because I have no upper hand in this current situation I figured I could either lick, bite, or suck on her neck and I know she would let me go, and it worked.

She instantly let my arms go, pushed me on the bed, and placed her hand around my neck. Plus the look she was giving me, had me soaked.

The expression on her way was priceless. But I wasn’t finished tormenting her. Bare from the waist down with my nearly exposed naked pussy, I wrapped my legs around her waist pulling her in closer to me, her body weakened she fell forward onto me, And there it was again, that face. The look of her getting nilüfer eskort lost within her own body, pure pleasure.

“Why are you doing this?” Kendall asked. “Doing what?” I responded pulling her waist in to met mine “…this?” Her arms became weaker and she buckled over, her ear meeting my mouth. In a low and soft whisper tone I said to her “are you okay?” She attempted to pull her body back up but i grabbed her, pulling her back down, and said “Don’t fight it or I will moan in your ear..” instantly I felt her body start to buckle down again, but she pulled up and broke out of my hold, but I’m still laying on the bed with my legs wrapped around her waist.

Still tempting her I slip my hands up her shirt caressing the smoothness of her belly and curves of her hips. Never before has we ever experienced such physical closeness with one another, It was impossible to keep my hands off her at that moment. Kendalls skin felt smooth, I was loving the sensation of my fingers gliding over her, moving slowly up and than back down. I could tell that me touching Kendall was driving her crazy because she was giving me that caught-in-the-headlights look with a mix of sense of getting lost in herself.

Eventually, I release Kendall from my legs, and as she stepped away from me she told me “imma fck you up!” I laughed and said responded “okay hold up, let me put on some shorts.”

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Sessions

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Hi Everyone,

Thank you all for your kind words of encouragement and support, I honestly feel so humbled that I’ve received nothing but positive comments and feedback on my stories thus far. I appreciate that it’s been a long wait for this next story and I thank you all for your patience.

I give you fair warning that what follows is by no means a ‘quick fix’ story. It’s more than double the length of my previous works and the sex is limited to say the least.

However, I promise it’s not all doom and gloom!

Hoping you enjoy,

All the best

Sessions

Chapter One:

Eight Sessions Down:

Session:

“Take another one Cora.”

I look up through a curtain of chocolate brown hair to see my counsellor, Jayne, holding out a sympathetic box of tissues.

“Thanks.” I sniff, pulling one out of the box and tucking my hair behind my ears “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to get like this every time I come here, but it’s like, I’m fine…then I walk through that door and the floodgates just open.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about Cora.” She smiles “And you’re getting through less tissues in each session so we must be making some progress.”

I laugh a little, wiping the tears from my cheeks.

“I want you to think of these sessions as a safe, judgement free place where you can just let go and let out what clearly needs to come out. Eight sessions is enough for it to be clear you spend too much of your time supressing emotions and hiding from the world, it’s good to let it out.”

“It doesn’t feel that good.” I mumble.

“Give it time,” she smiles again, “I promise you’ll feel better soon.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” I grin.

“I take that to mean I can safely assume you’ll be here next week?” She asks, making a note at the top of her page.

My grin slips a little at the prospect of yet more talking about myself, but I assure her that I’ll be here again next week, same time, same place…and I’ll bring my own box of tissues.

We work through our deep breathing exercise, signalling the end of the hour is in sight and I use the silence to reflect. She is right that I’ve cried less and less in each session, but I’m not actually all that sure we’ve made any real progress. It’s been two months for Christ’s sake. Surely I shouldn’t still be crying for more or less the whole hour after two fucking months?!

What frustrates me the most about these sessions is that we…or I, as the case may be…can’t seem to pinpoint exactly how I got to feeling this way in the first place. I work full time and am doing well in my part time degree, I can afford to pay my rent comfortably, although we are getting a new housemate to ease some of the financial pressure. I live with my best friend Tommy and his girlfriend Natalie, who I absolutely adore. I feel so guilty that I want for nothing and yet here I am stuck in this downward spiral of despair and misery, while those a lot less fortunate than me just get on with things.

This train of thought carries me through the last few minutes, then out of the practise and into my car. I sigh deeply as I pull my seat belt around me and click it into place, taking note of my tear stained cheeks, sore, wet, dull green eyes and cracked lips in the rear-view mirror. At least I don’t have anyone to look pretty for back home.

I suppose I have no choice but to believe Jayne really is telling the truth and one day I’ll feel normal and happy again…

…

“Cora…Cora…Cora! Are you even listening to me?”

I slowly pull my gaze away from the window and turn to face Tommy.

“Sorry Tommy,” I sigh, “what were you saying?”

“I was asking you if you wanted to go to Leo’s party on Friday night, since your last exam is that afternoon?”

“Erm…” I hesitate, I had planned on going straight to bed once my final exam was done with, the last thing I wanted to do was go to a party with Tommy’s rugby mates. Not that I didn’t like them, they were just a bit much when all you needed was sleep, several well-earned glasses of wine and a few bars of chocolate in front of the tv.

“You know Jayne would tell you it’d be good for you.” He says with a boyish smile.

“Hmmmm…” I muse.

I know he’s right, Jayne would tell me it’d be good for me. The theme of our sessions (despite me ending up an emotional wreck each time) seemed to be shifting towards me trying to get out more and be sociable.

“Is Natalie going?”

“She’s not coming back until Sunday remember?”

“Oh yeah…” I reply quietly.

“Come on Cora for fuck’s sake! You’re always saying you need to get out more…I heard Leah will be there.” He grins and winks theatrically at me.

“Ok. First of all, you and I both know that it’s you and Jayne who think I need to get out more, not me. Secondly, all I want to do is sleep, not go out and get shitfaced with Leo and co. and thirdly, the last thing görükle escort bayan that would make me want to go to this party is Leah fucking Dawson!”

“That’s not what you said last time when she stuck her tongue down your throat.” His grin widens.

“That’s because I couldn’t speak!” I throw my pen at him.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he laughs, running his fingers through his dark curly hair, “I know she got your panties wet.”

“That’s fucking disgusting Tommy…” I grimace “and I’d appreciate you keeping your thoughts out of my underwear thanks.”

“Alright, alright, keep your hair on. I just thought you could use some fun after all the sensible shit you’ve done this year. It can’t be any fun working full time and studying for a degree. Think about it at least?”

“Fine! I’ll see how I feel on Friday once I’m done.”

His face lights up happily as he bounds out the door like a kid at Christmas.

I sigh loudly as the door closes behind him, I wish he’d stop trying to force Leah on me, I know he’s only trying to help and he’s been so supportive of me recently with the counselling and everything, but Leah is definitely the last thing I want right now.

Don’t get me wrong, in the conventional sense of the word she’s absolutely stunning. Roughly six feet tall, long dark hair, bright green eyes and a figure she clearly works hard on, but there’s just something about her I don’t like, I can’t even explain what it is, she just puts me about somehow.

I sigh again as I return to my notes, thank Christ next year I’ll be done with studying. A quick glance at the clock tells me I’ve been back from my session for roughly three hours…and I’ve been reading the same page for the last hour and a half…I think maybe I need a break…

“Oh! By the way,” Tommy sticks his head round the door again, “I think I’ve found a solution to our roommate problem.”

“If it’s asking Leah to move in then you seriously need to re-evaluate that thought.” I retort quickly.

“Jesus, don’t worry so much,” he laughs, “I wouldn’t dare do that.”

My eyes narrow and I raise another pen threateningly.

“No,” he says hastily, “it’s my friend Madison, from Uni. I think you’ve met her before? Blonde, about an inch taller than you…ex-Army? Anyway…” he continues at the blank look on my face “she just broke up with her boyfriend and needs a place to stay. I told her about our spare room and she’s really keen. She’s coming for a look round on Saturday.”

“Have you mentioned this to Natalie?” I ask, knowing all too well that Tommy had a habit of making these decisions without mentioning it to anyone else.

“Course I have!” I raise an eyebrow at him “She knows Cora, I swear.”

“In that case I’ll put on a chicken.” I reply.

“Awesome,” he smiles as he leaves once more, “she’ll be here at 11.”

I throw my pen onto the desk and lean back in my chair, cupping my hands around the back of my head. I glance at the appointment card propped up against my desk tidy and sigh yet again. Jayne would definitely be telling me I needed to go to this party on Friday night…and who knows…maybe I’ll actually enjoy it once I get there…

Chapter Two:

The Party and the Aftermath:

“Are you ready yet Cora?” Tommy thumps on the door.

“Almost.” I shout back.

I hadn’t been home from my exam for two minutes before Tommy had started shouting at me to get ready to go to the party. I could sort of see where he was coming from, allowing me to get settled in the house would mean he had next to no chance of getting me out of it again, but I didn’t really appreciate being chauffeured from room to room and being told to get ready. It was like being in the military!

Tommy also seemed particularly concerned that I get dressed up, pulling clothes out of my wardrobe and making suggestions that I put some make-up on, which was unusual, as normally he wouldn’t have cared if I’d gone in a onesie and slippers!

As it was, I ended up wearing a button up blouse where Tommy insisted I undo several buttons in order to show off my generous c-cup breasts, and the only the only pair of jeans I owned that made my ass look nice.

I knew he was up to something, but I was so preoccupied with being shoved out of the house again at light speed I didn’t have chance to ask about it.

…

“Hey guys!” Leo greets us enthusiastically at the door “Thanks for bringing this stuff.”

“No problem pal.” Tommy grins, slapping him on the back.

“Hi Cora,” he kisses me on the cheek, “you look great!”

“Um, thanks Leo,” I grin nervously and button my shirt up a little more, “where do you want this stuff?”

“In the kitchen would be awesome, cheers.”

I wander through to the kitchen and deposit my bags on the table, already wishing that Natalie was here to keep me company.

“You came!” A female voice suddenly yells from behind altıparmak eskort me, making me jump and almost drop the bottles I’m holding.

I spin around just in time to register that disappointingly its Leah and not Natalie, before she wraps her arms around me and kisses me full on the mouth.

“You look gorgeous!” Tommy’s concern over what I was wearing becomes painfully apparent as she pulls away and looks me up and down, her eyes lingering on my chest “Let me help you with those.”

She takes the bottles out of my hands and drags two shot glasses out of the cupboard, pouring vodka into each one.

“Drink!” She holds one out for me and I begrudgingly take it.

“Awesome! We’re starting the shots early!” Tommy shouts, barging through the door “Get another two going Leah.”

She obliges and soon the four of us are on our fourth one. I don’t really want another after that, but as people start arriving I decide ‘what the hell?’ and knock it back. I’m in for a hell of a long night anyway, may as well at least try to relax.

…

Midnight rolls round and Leah is still clinging on to me as though I might evaporate, the large amount of alcohol I’ve consumed does nothing to make this less irritating. Her arm feels like it’s been surgically attached to my waist…although now she’s stopped forcing her tongue down my throat the kissing has improved…either that or I’m getting too drunk to notice how bad it is…

“You wanna take this back to your place?” She asks, using her tongue to trace around my ear.

I pause before answering.

On the one hand, I haven’t had sex in forever and I know that Leah is definitely interested, regardless of the amount of alcohol in her system…but on the other, I can’t shake the feeling that I’ll seriously regret this in the morning…and I’m a firm believer in trusting your gut.

“Um, maybe…just give me one sec…” I manage to excuse myself under the pretence of going to the bathroom and began a frantic search for Tommy.

“Tommy!” I shout as I spot him playing some sort of drinking game in the kitchen.

“Cora!” He yells drunkenly back at me “How’s things?”

“I’m having a moral dilemma…that I think you might be too drunk to help me solve.”

“You’re welcome my friend.” He babbles.

I let out an exasperated sigh “I think I’m gonna head home, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Make sure you take Leah with you.” He winks before pulling me into a hug “She’s well fit!”

“I don’t think I can Tommy, it’s been so long and I just don’t fanc-”

“Cora listen!” He slurs “Leah is hot, you’re just nervous because it’s been a whole long time since you’ve seen another naked woman, or woman naked, whatever. Take Leah home and get back in the saddle! You know she likes you.”

He pushes me somewhat roughly away and resumes his game.

Perhaps he’s right and I’m just nervous? I gave up dating because I didn’t feel emotionally stable enough to deal with it but I have been better lately…and it isn’t like I’m jumping into a relationship, just sex…

I locate my jacket and head back to the where I last saw Leah, only to find her stood at the front door waiting for me.

“Leaving without me?” She pouts.

“Of course not,” I answer with a small smile “I was just coming to find you. Shall we?”

We climb into a taxi and Leah sits right next to me, her lips on my neck and her hand on the top of my thigh. I rest my hand on her knee slowly edge it further up her leg. My heart isn’t really in it, but I tell myself that maybe I’ll get into it if I keep trying.

…

Half an hour later we’re in my bed, our clothes strewn across the floor and our hands all over each other. Despite Leah’s best efforts in the taxi I’m still not really feeling into this, my insides are fluttering with nerves and anxiety, there’s no excitement.

As soon as I’m able too I roll Leah onto her back and am thankful she allows me to take control of the situation. I slip my hand between her thighs and push two fingers straight into her, perhaps a little roughly but her loud moans indicate that she likes it. Normally I’d take my time with this but right now all I want to do is sleep. I curl my fingers upwards searching for that magic spot and thankfully find it quickly. Leah’s fingernails dig painfully into my back as I pump my fingers in and out of her.

“Oh, fuck yes!” She shouts loudly “I knew you’d be a good fuck Cora!”

I slide my fingers in and out faster, using my thumb to rub her clit as I take her nipple between my teeth and bite down gently.

“Harder Cora!” She shouts again “That feels so good…fuck me…ah…fuck me harder…”

I add a third finger and press into her as hard as I can, I feel her fingernails pierce the skin on my back and groan in pain, this seems to turn Leah on more as her legs wrap around my ass and her body starts to shake.

It only takes a few more seconds for nilüfer escort her to cum.

Slowly I pull out of her and lay down on my back beside her, she doesn’t try to speak, just lays there with a triumphant grin on her face. I watch her chest rise and fall, her breathing deepening with each breath.

…

Three minutes pass and she’s out for the count.

Exhausted, I roll onto my side and pull the duvet around me, Leah doesn’t stir at the movement and instead starts to snore heavily.

I sigh deeply…my long night doesn’t look like it’s going to end anytime soon.

…

I wake up late the following morning. I finally managed to drift off at around three am and its now almost midday, much later than I’d normally sleep in at the weekend. I turn over and am disappointed to find that Leah is still here…and still snoring…rolling over fully I note small spots of blood on my sheet from where Leah’s fingernails pierced my skin…great, getting that out is going to take some doing…

It takes a few more minutes before I remember I’m meant to be meeting Madison today…shit!

…

“She lives!” Tommy shouts as I enter the front room.

“Very funny.” I grumble, running my fingers through my hair and taking in the long, plaited blonde hair of the woman I’m supposed to be trying to encourage to take our spare room.

“Anyway,” he continues, “Mads, this is Cora, Cora this is Madison. Although I guess if you remember each other introductions are pointless…”

The woman turns around and I feel my breath catch in my throat, she’s absolutely stunning! I can’t believe I don’t remember her! Her plaited hair hangs casually over her shoulder framing her face and a sweeping fringe covers her brilliant hazel eyes. One glance over the rest of her body is enough to see that she clearly works out, she’s muscular without being overly built…definitely my type…

“Hi,” she extends her hand and smiles, revealing perfectly straight, white teeth, “nice to see you again Cora. I like the new hairstyle.”

I take her hand and instantly note her manicured nails and how soft her skin is.

“H- hi,” I cough, wondering how on earth she remembers what my hair looked like last time we met, “nice to see you again too.” It’s not entirely a lie, it is nice to see her despite not remembering that we’ve already met “Sorry I’m not so awake this morning, someone,” I look pointedly across at Tommy, “decided that going to a party the night before we met you was a great idea.”

“No worries,” she smiles again…god that smile is amazing… “did you have a good night?”

“One of us did.” Tommy winks at me.

“It was ok.” I scowl at him.

To further compound my embarrassment, Leah chooses this moment to come into the room wearing an old shirt of mine and not very much else.

“Morning beautiful.” She slides her hands around my hips and kisses my cheek “I had an amazing time last night, we should definitely do this again sometime.”

I can feel my face burning as she leaves the room.

“Sounds like it was more than just ok.” Madison grins.

“Yeah…” I look sheepishly at the floor and will my face to return to its normal colour.

“So,” Tommy claps his hands together and stands from his chair, “shall we give you a tour round?”

“That’d be great.”

…

An hour later we’ve somehow managed to convince Madison to take the spare room and arranged to help her move her things in the following morning. Leah left soon after the scene in the living room but not before embarrassing me again by sticking her tongue down my throat as a way of saying goodbye. Tommy, of course, found this hilarious, but Madison took it in her stride and barely batted an eye. At least one of them could tell I was mortified!

Chapter Three:

Madison Moves in:

Madison arrived bright eyed and bushy tailed the next morning ready to move in. Thankfully I made a better second impression and was up, dressed and eating breakfast as she pulled onto the drive. I dumped my bowl and spoon in the kitchen sink and went out to meet her.

“Hey Cora.” She smiles, walking round to the back of her car “Feeling better this morning?”

“Er, yes, thanks.” I reply.

“You sure about that?” She laughs “You don’t sound very convinced.”

“It’s still early.” I mumble, wandering down the steps as she lifts the boot lid “This is all you’ve got?” I ask as I take in the sparse number of boxes in the boot of her car.

“I travel light.” She smiles, lifting what looks like the heaviest box with ease and turning away from the car.

“I’ll say.” I return her smile and grab another, thankfully much lighter box to take into the house.

“Thanks for helping with this Cora, I hope I’m not taking up too much of your time. Tommy said you were studying for a degree?” The muscles in her forearms flex a little as she adjusts the box to a more comfortable position.

“Oh, I am,” I reply, tearing my gaze away, “but I had my last exam of the year on Friday, just another twelve months to go and then it’s all over.”

“What’s the degree in?” She asks as we head up the stairs to her room.

“Psychology,” I grin, “the human brain fascinates me.”

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Sensual Massage…Finally

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A massage is meant to be therapeutic. The best therapy is sex. Therefore, the best massage therapy is a sensual massage. For normal, upstanding women, finding a sensual massage is next to impossible.

I prefer massages by women. Actually, I have never paid for a massage by a man. That’s a whole different story. Nonetheless, this story is about a woman massaging a woman. I am not a lesbian. I just find massage by another woman non-threatening.

I’ve had good massages and bad massages. Good ones are very hard to find. I am telling you my story about the absolute best sensual massage I have ever paid for. Yes, it’s possible to pay someone to bring you to orgasm in a safe and non-reciprocating manner. Sometimes I want pleasure without having to please anyone else. I am selfish that way.

I have been to Evonne three times before. It’s important to establish a “professional” relationship with the massage therapist so they know you aren’t going to report them – so they themselves feel safe.

I am not sure I understand what drives a massage therapist? It’s a lot of work. They must derive some sort of pleasure out of the act of giving pleasure. Not me. I want to receive. Selfish, I know.

Evonne seemed to enjoy our sessions; a little more each time. With every $200 I paid her for sharing her private studio for massage pleasure, we got closer – in a professional way. The first time, your average massage. Very good. Nothing unusual. The second time, I asked for a longer session. With the extra time, she explored more areas than before. My abdomen and pubic bone received attention, as well as the top of my chest. Two towels, no exposure, purely professional with a naughty slant.

The third appointment was really special. She recalled that our last conversation exposed the fact that I am partial to red wine. She had a glass waiting for me. She explained that alcohol before a massage is not necessarily a “best practice” in the traditional sense, but she knows that it helps me to relax. By now, she agreed to 90 minute massages – which are also starting to push the envelope for just how long anyone is willing to toil over another person’s tense muscles. I told her I shouldn’t drink alone, and with that she poured herself just a few ounces, sucked it down, and said she’d be right back after I got into position. The massage was subtly different, but still very by the book. When she left the room, I touched my pussy. It was swollen and so wet. I had thick pussy juice oozing onto the table. As usual, I masturbated. Then I got dressed, paid her, smiled and left.

Today, it was our fourth appointment. I smartly scheduled a 120 minute massage. Two hours. Crazy. Her studio is private. A rental in the salon suites. No front desk. Direct exchange of cash between service provider and client. I arrived early. Interestingly enough, her black t-shirt was extremely low-cut and her huge breasts bulged out like never before. The wine was waiting; this time it was a jumbo glass – for both of us.

Evonne asked what I was looking for today in the 2 hour massage. I chose my words carefully because I was tired of not getting fully satisfied. I said “Look Evonne, I have been your client for a while now, and you are getting to know me better, and I feel comfortable talking to you. I am extremely stressed right now, and what I need is the ultimate stress-relieving massage. Do you have any suggestions?”

Evonne said “there is another method görükle escort of massage therapy that focuses on the Yoni. Do you know what I am talking about?” Of course I did. I did my research.

I explained that I am willing to try whatever she has to offer. She told me how different this one would be; personal, customized, erotic, tantric. It’s not for the shy. But, it’s addictive.

She locked the suite door. This time she said she’d help me undress. Now that’s service. Evonne was gorgeous. Full breasts, smooth skin, erect nipples. That’s all I could see. She slowly removed my clothes gazing into my eyes. Never before have I experienced this. She invited me to lie on her table in the dimly lit room. The candle flickered. The aromatherapy from past customers lingered in the room. Before I lay down, she handed me my glass of wine. She sipped hers.

The feeling of laying down totally naked in front of another woman was amazing. My pussy was bald. My clit was huge and stuck out like a sore thumb. I must admit, I have a terrific looking pussy. My breasts are big – 36D. My nipples are huge and always erect. My areolas are huge. I know I’m hot.

I can’t believe that Evonne starts undressing herself. I sit up again, reach for my wine, and watch the show. Her nonchalance is striking. She moves like she is so comfortable with nudity that this is no big deal. In the meantime, my pussy is literally leaving a wet spot on the massage table. She sips her wine again and I can tell that we both are feeling the warmth of the red liquid rush through our bodies.

As I am sitting on the table getting drunk, she comes to the head of the table behind me and reaches around me. She guides me closer to her and lets me keep my glass in hand. Her hands run across my neck, shoulders and down my back. She reaches around and cups my breasts – too much for her hands. She brings her thumb and forefinger to my nipples, and gently pinches and pulls forward. Oh my god. No woman has ever touched those before. I melt. The thought of being the receiver of such pleasure without the expectation of reciprocation for two hours just about makes me explode.

She starts to take the glass from my hand, but I pull back and suck it down. She then gently guides me to lie down on my back. The room spins a bit. Her hands do their usual massage thing on the non-erogenous zones. It’s wonderful, but I can’t wait for what’s next to come.

She grabs my legs and hips in such as way as to slide me down toward the end of the table. She bends my legs back. Never has a massage involved me laying spread eagle on the table. Wow. She crawls up on the table and sits cross-legged. The thought of only being the recipient leaves. I begin to think about what I want to do that perfect pussy staring at me. Her skin is dark, but the pussy is pink; she’s not bald like I am; just neatly trimmed. I see a pierced clit. I instantly want to suck that clit – never before have I had another woman, but the urge is overwhelming.

She sits there and stares at my pussy for a long time. I can feel the juice dripping; my pussy swelling and throbbing. Touch me! Touch me! Evonne reaches for the hot oil on the table. She pours it over my mound, and I can feel every ounce drip between my legs. She pours it on her own hands and directs the spout over her own pussy. Her twat glistens. Leaning forward, she rubs my abdomen, pubic bone, inner thighs.

Her fingers reach eskort bayan my labia. Systematically, she massages every inch of my labia. She pinches my clitoris and emphasizes the base just like the many times I have given blow jobs. She turns my clit inside out and I about scream. It’s so sensitive.

Her index finger slides into my vagina. She rotates with a massage motion around every wall. Evonne works it until she has both index fingers in my pussy. Simultaneous massage; rhythmic movements. My inner walls have never felt better. I pushed against her indicating I needed more than just two fingers. She knew me so well, she got the hint.

She worked her right hand inside my pussy finger by finger. She was fisting me. I was going crazy. It felt so good I could not imagine stopping. She pinched my clit with her left hand and bombarded my g-spot with her right.

I have seen the porn site videos of the squirters but as far as I was concerned, that must be piss or water. I did not believe in female ejaculation. Then the feeling started. The pressure. The feeling I was going to piss. But it’s not piss. I felt this warm gush of liquid run out. I knew that it did not come from my bladder. This came from a gland that has never been emptied before.

Evonne pulled her hand out and asked me to turn over. I did. She took a rolled cushion from the side table and placed it under my hips. She moved my legs apart and suddenly I realized that she was targeting my anus.

All kinds of thoughts ran through my head, mostly around the fact that I wasn’t sure what was in my anus at this time, and that no one has ever ventured inside of it. Yes, I was an anal virgin.

She massaged my buttocks and pulled them apart. She stuck one finger in my pussy and toyed with my anus with another. Her other hand took the bottle of massage oil and dripped it over my ass and butt hole. She pressed onto my anus without entering it. She played with the skin between the anus and pussy. She somehow knew that this was new to me and she was taking her time.

When she slipped her finger inside my anus, the feeling was incredible. The pressure and then the relief was exquisite. I didn’t care if I hadn’t had a recent enema – whatever was in there was in there. No one enters an anus without expecting to find company. Thank god I had nothing in my ass except a bit of air.

There I lay, on a pillow with my ass in the air. Evonne’s two fingers now in my pussy and one in my ass. I knew it wasn’t going to stop. She inserted another in my ass. She massaged the inner wall between my rectum and vagina. That feeling is the most awesome feeling I have ever experienced. Three fingers, four, five fingers. Both fists, inside both holes. Somehow, this feels beyond tantric and is now just plain kinky. Who cares. My holes are filled.

Her hands moved in and out. The table rocked. My holes gaped. I was overcome by warmth. My legs shivered. I bit the table. I screamed – but muffled it with the blanket I was lying on.

Her hand motion slowed down to a standstill. There I lay with her two hands buried deep inside me. She removed her hand from my anus and my vaginal muscles spasmed. She removed her hand from my pussy and again I spasmed.

She went over to the sink and washed her hands. With clean hands she came back over and asked me to turn over as she removed the roll from under my hips. She went for my nipples.

She altıparmak escort massaged and pinched them. It felt good. She stopped and stepped back. I heard the drawer open but didn’t pay attention. The next thing I knew she was putting a nipple pump over my breasts. She pumped it up and I had to open my eyes and watch. My already long nipples were being sucked up the nipple tubes. They burned in a good way. Oh my god. Evonne was kinkier than I thought. I should have known by the pierced clit.

The nipple pump action ended. It was okay, but not something that I’d go back for. I was satisfied except for the fact that I longed to touch her now. My hands reached out and went right for her pussy. The feeling of warm moist mucous and a hard rod pierced between her legs was an amazing combination. Her tits were incredible.

I sat up. I looked at her and said “I don’t think this is over”. I stood up and poured us a bit more wine. This time, I forced the glass in her hands and I became the dominant one. I sat her down on the table that I just got up from. I drank more wine and stared into her eyes.

I have never touched another woman before. I wanted to taste her twat. I wanted to bite her nipples. No kissing – this was not love. It was pure sex. I just wanted to inflict some sensations upon her and see her squirm.

Her breasts were huge. Her nipples were unusually long. Perfect for biting, which I did. I was not gentle. I sucked and bit. The tits were real. They were firm. I started to feel like a dominatrix and bit down and pulled so hard on that nipple that I Evonne screamed softly. I did the same to other one.

I laid her back and pushed her legs back roughly. I wasn’t going to be gentle. That pierced pussy was an indication that she likes pain. It was pink and juicy. No massage oil needed. I took one finger and slid it in easily. I pulled it out and licked it. I have never tasted a woman’s pussy before other than my own. Her pussy was sweet as they say.

I wanted to get my whole fist inside and I began. One finger at a time she urged me to keep going. My right fist was in. I pushed it deeper and swirled it around inside her pussy. She grabbed my other hand and guided it toward her pussy.

She wanted to be double fisted. My pleasure Evonne. It was tight – so tight. That piercing rod that was through her clit was stretched to the max. I am sure it added to both the pain and the pleasure. My two hands were linked, and my arms rocked back and forth inside her whole body. I am amazed that here I was, a lesbian virgin, double fisting a pierced pussy. Every woman should have this experience. Life is short, get pussy while you can.

I tried to reach up to her g-spot. I wasn’t sure I had it until her whole body tensed up and this amazing stream of liquid dripped over my hands. I removed one hand, then the next. I put my hands in her mouth and made her lick them off like a dirty girl.

We were both obviously pleased with how the night turned out. We sat on the massage table together, naked, and drank our wine together. The two hour session was up. We were a mess. I needed a shower. When I got up, my pussy juice dripped as a long strand down toward the ground. Evonne noticed and stopped me, reached down between my legs, and caught the mucous in her hand. She licked it off her fingers. I wanted to go at it all over again but time was up.

I paid her. I got dressed as she sat and watched. Hmm… should I be paying HER? I arranged my next appointment with her. I jokingly told her that next time, the entire two hours is mine so she should plan accordingly.

I left the salon suites feeling like I have never felt before. Sensual massages are great if you can only find one.

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Seduction in the Night

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I’d been looking forward to the school trip for ages, and not for the usual reasons. No, I wasn’t excited about the city of Paris, with its beautiful buildings and thriving culture- though wonderful, I had other thoughts on my mind. Helen was going. Ah, Helen. She was the most attractive girl I had ever seen. Her large brown eyes, her plump breasts, her flowing blonde hair and sleek legs… Yes, I had dreamt of her for a long time. And now, she was going to be on the same trip… staying in the same hotel. The very thought made me quiver!

Helen was straight. She had dated a few boys, all of whom were jerks, and didn’t deserve her attention. The kind of boys who take, and don’t give, if you know what I mean. I had only been out with one boy, which was a mistake. Id also gone out with a few girls- but no-one at school needed to know that! You know how people get; staring and whispering. I didn’t need that. I kept myself to myself, and that’s that. Anyway, imagine my surprise when I found out I would be sharing a room with Helen? Not many people were going on this trip, and the teachers wanted to mix us up, for us to ‘make new friends’. And wow, did I want to make friends. I knew that this was my chance, and that I couldn’t blow it.

The flight there was ok, nothing much happened. I read my book for the most part, and listened to my favourite tunes. I made sure I was sat behind Helen and her friends. They were all complaining about being split up from each other; especially that Helen had to go with that ‘weirdo Maria’. Helen was nice about it, saying I didn’t seem so bad. Just her acknowledging my presence made me tingle with anticipation… Once, she stood up to get her bag from the locker, and her pink shirt strained over her bra… I could see her deep cleavage heaving as she pulled her bag down; and let me tell you that at that moment, I could have jumped on her! A man sitting next to me was staring at her too- we caught each other looking, which was quite funny, and a little bit awkward too.

Once at the airport in Paris, we all went to the toilet to freshen up. Amidst the escort bayan bursa clouds of perfume and hairbrushes, I saw Helen putting some fresh lip-balm on. Oh, those lips… So pink, so full and soft looking… I had to force myself to look away. Usually, I hate doing my makeup. I have pale gray eyes and pale skin, dark hair- nothing special. My boobs are quite small too, but I’ve never really have any problems with them. Tonight, though- I put makeup on. Eyeliner does suit me, and I wanted to look good tonight.

‘Erm.. hi.’ I turned to see Helen in her full glory, smiling at me. ‘You’re Maria, right? Since we’re sharing a room tonight, I thought I should talk to you.’

‘Oh… hey!’ I smiled back. There was a slight pause, and then her friends called her back. I didn’t mind though, this was the first time I had talked to her. Driving through Paris in the coach was hell. I was surrounded by rowdy boys smelling of sweat, and Helen was only a few seats away- I didn’t think I could take it anymore. Once, our eyes made contact and she gave me a small smile, but that was all. I couldn’t take being so near to her, yet being unable to talk to her. The way she tossed her silky hair, and laid her hand softly on her breast… It made me crazy. I found myself licking my lips just thinking about tonight! I had to console myself by looking out into the darkened streets of Paris, with its tall buildings and trees. It was very beautiful, but my mind was occupied by a very different kind of beauty…

Finally, we stopped outside the hotel. ‘Hotel Lyons’ the sign said, and it suited it. The building was tall and made of white stone. Golden light flooded out of the doorway and the windows, and I revelled in the smell of the night in a warm country- the smell of leaves and sun baked tarmac.

‘Right!’ called a teacher. ‘If you could all make your way to your rooms and settle down for the night. It’s very late, so don’t stay up and talk too long! Breakfast is at eight in the morning- we’ll see you then, ready for a long day, ok?’

‘Ok!’ we yelled back, and then started bursa sinirsiz eskort making our way up the stairs. The main hall was lovely, all golds and blues- I found our room- 8- on the first floor. When I got in, Helen was already there. My heart pounding in my mouth, I set my suitcase against the wall.

‘Hello’ I said, clearing my throat. She was pulling some pyjamas out of her pink suitcase, along with her toothbrush and towel. She turned and smiled.

‘Hi Maria. I’m just about to take a shower, don’t worry, I won’t take long.’ And then she walked off into the bathroom and shut the door. I breathed a sigh of relief. Now I could collect my thoughts. Sitting down on the bed, I closed my eyes. I was glad that I had washed at the airport- at least now I didn’t smell. The sound of Helen in the shower set the hairs on my arms up and my mouth watering. Heavy scents of flowers and fruits floated into the room. Suddenly, the shower stopped and I heard her get out of it. A few minutes later, the door opened and she appeared smiling, her long hair dripping wet.

‘Pfiou, nothing like a nice hot shower, eh?’

‘Yes,’ I nodded.

She set all her things down, and sat on her bed. There was a long pause, and then she drew out a magazine she had bought. Catching me staring at it, she smiled.

‘Would you like to read it with me?’ I stared into her light brown eyes. She was patting the space beside her. Hell, did I?

‘Yeah sure’ I said, and walked over to her bed. My legs were trembling, and my heart was beating faster than ever before. This is it, I kept thinking- this is it!

I sat down next to her, and shifted slightly so that our legs and arms were touching. The smell of her shampoo was overpowering, but not in the bad sense- I can tell you that I definitely wasn’t paying attention to ‘which the new dress from vogue was’.

‘Look,’ she said, pointing to a skinny girl model in a skimpy summer dress. ‘Look how pretty she is- I wish I could look like her.’ I looked at the model. Her legs were sticks, her escort bayan face thin and colourless, her hair lustreless and pale. I couldn’t understand why she would trade her body for that one, when she had the body of a goddess!

‘Don’t be ridiculous! You’re beautiful.’ I said, before I could help myself. There was an awkward pause, and she stared at me. I noticed that her full lips were slightly open, and that her front teeth were resting on the bottom lip- and all of a sudden I couldn’t resist. I breathed out, and leaned forward- kissing her. My hand crept up and cupped her face, as I sank my lips into hers. Pulling back, I stared into her eyes. For a second they were wide in shock, and then as I leant slowly back towards her, they closed slightly. She sighed. My body pulsing and my hands trembling, I kissed her again. This time my lips moved against hers, and it was like nothing I had ever experienced before.Her lips were so much softer, so much sweeter than I could have ever imagined, and my body felt so alive as they started to move with mine. My hot tongue slipped in between our lips and caressed hers. All of a sudden we were kissing deeply, and I couldn’t believe my luck. My free hand crept up the side of her thigh, up her round hips, and- to my delight- stopped to cup her large breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the heavy warmth of her breast made me moan into her mouth. Pulling her further into me, I started to massage her breast with my hand. The feeling of her soft, full breast in my hand was better than I’d ever imagined! Pulling my mouth away, I leaned her into her pillow, and started kissing down her neck. Her breathing was growing quicker.

‘No, no… this is.. wrong’ she gasped. I pulled her legs around be, and lay against her, still kissing down her neck, down, down, to stop at her cleavage, which was heaving. The light on her breasts made them look magnificent, and I could see her nipples poking up through her shirt. I was filled with desire.

‘I- girls aren’t supposed to do this!’ she said, still breathing heavily.

I looked up from her cleavage. ‘Then why does it feel so good?’ I kissed the top of her breast lightly and she sighed. Slowly, I started pulling her strap top down – to reveal a beautiful quivering breast, mounted with a gorgeous pink nipple. I couldn’t wait any longer, I took one long look at her, and leaned down to take it into my mouth..

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Herta Wolfsfriend Ch. 02

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This is a continuation of my story Herta Wolfsfriend, which should be read first. Apologies if I’ve made any errors in depicting Norse or Saami cultures. This historical romance draws from Maria Kvilhaug’s Blade Honer novels, as well as Nils Gaup’s excellent film The Pathfinder (1987). The central idea, a strong BBW Norsewoman with three adoring younger wives, was loosely inspired by a drawing by Oupelay on DeviantArt, entitled Barbarian Queen (minus the ridiculous skimpy costumes). All sexually active characters in this story are above the age of eighteen.

Chapter 1

The following autumn, when Solveig took Oavaan back to his uncle Leif’s household for the winter, she found the village all a-stir over the visit of Ingrid Björnsdaughter, an esteemed priestess of Freyja, from the great temple at Uppsala. Kings, it was said, feared her judgement. She had the power of life and death, to choose men, regardless of their wealth and station, as sacrificial offerings to the gods. She was not just a priestess, but also a völva, a witch: she could lay curses, but she could also grant boons: plentiful catches of fish, rich harvests of grain, thriving herds of cattle, the birth of healthy children, and — particularly important to the goddess she served — success in love matters. But no one really knew why she had chosen to come to Egil’s Rock, a fairly, it must be conceded, insignificant fishing and farming village of the backwater kingdom of Halogaland.

The day after Solveig’s and Oavaan’s arrival, a feast was held in honour of the visitor, hosted of course by the Jarl, Leif Gunnarsson. As the Jarl’s sister, Solveig’s place was at the high table. And so Solveig found herself seated next to Ingrid Björnsdaughter herself. The great priestess-witch turned out to be a disarmingly ordinary-looking woman, with pleasant features, heavyset, perhaps sixty years of age, who walked with a walking-stick. She was attended by a pretty, brown-haired young priestess, perhaps a few years younger than Solveig, named Ragnhild. Ingrid Björnsdaughter was asked several times, in the course of the evening, about her purpose in coming to Egil’s Rock, but each time she responded by launching into a long story that captured her listeners’ attention and entertained them so that they forgot the original question. As the feast ended, Ingrid rose and pronounced Freyja’s blessing on the village. Then she named several women, telling them that they would be with child within the year. The people of Egil’s Rock were set at ease about the priestess. She was a benevolent old woman who enjoyed her food and told amusing stories, who did the usual priestess fertility mumbo-jumbo, but was otherwise harmless. And if the mumbo-jumbo actually worked, so much the better.

Afterwards, Ingrid turned to Solveig and spoke low: “My dear, we must talk tomorrow, privately. Will you meet me by Ymir’s Stone at dawn?”

Solveig, dumbstruck, nodded.

At their meeting the following morning, Ingrid pressed Solveig for information about her household — not her brother’s household: she meant the women up in the mountains. Sensing that it would be unwise to lie or withhold information from this clever and powerful woman, Solveig told her the full story: about Herta Wolfsfriend, who ran away from home as a girl and built her own farmstead in a highland meadow; about herself, Solveig, who fell in love with Herta and became her sif; about Aili, the Saami girl rescued from slavery, who had also become Herta’s sif; about Oavaan their boy with three mothers.

“Good,” Ingrid said. “My mistress Freyja has led me aright. It is an unusual household you have, up there in the mountains, but richly blessed by the goddess I serve, I’ve no doubt. Freyja is no stranger to the pleasures of woman-love … nor are many of her priestesses. Though that three-in-a-bed business — hmm, downright racy, some might call it,” Ingrid chuckled. “Now I will tell you a story, Solveig Heartsharer, about a king’s daughter.”

“Heartsharer?”

“It is one of Freyja’s titles. I gift this name to you, gentle Solveig: it suits you, much better than ‘Gunnarsdaughter’. Well, let me get on with my story. You have heard how, some dozen years ago, in Westfold, King Thorwolf Bloodhand was assassinated by Haakon Sigurdsson, father of the present king Ranulf?”

Solveig shook her head. “We hear little news from foreign parts in this village. Up in the mountains, I hear nothing at all.”

“Well I can you this: kingship is a dirty business. Our kings, you know, were once merely men chosen by the jarls to act as lawspeaker at the All-Thing, to offer sacrifices to the gods, and to serve as military leader in times of war. The important decisions rested in the hands of the priestesses and the grandmothers, as it should be. But times changed. Wars became more frequent. Power passed into the hands of warlike men. Kings began putting on airs, speaking of their “royal blood”, of dynasties bursa escort “descended from the gods”, and similar nonsense. As though we were not all descended from the gods, even the lowliest slave among us.

“So this Haakon, not content with the murder of the king, massacred Thorwolf’s entire family as well,” Ingrid shook her head. “But a nurse escaped with the king’s youngest daughter, Thordis, and brought her to the temple at Uppsala, where she was raised to serve Freyja. She is like a daughter to me. You met her last night. She now goes by the name Ragnhild. I put her life in your hands by telling you this.”

“I will not betray her secret,” answered Solveig ardently.

“I know it, Solveig,” the priestess smiled and took her hand. “I can see that you are a good woman. Your Herta is lucky to have you as her sif. Anyway … we had hoped that Ranulf Haakonsson had forgotten about Thorwolf’s daughter. But somehow he found out where she was. Recently, there was an attempt to abduct her from Uppsala. But they grabbed the wrong girl — fortunately for Ragnhild. Not so fortunately for the other girl: they strangled her when they saw their mistake. She was a servant girl named Aslog, the gentlest of souls.” Ingrid paused. “Certainly he will try again. Ranulf wishes to force Ragnhild into marriage, to beget children upon her and so to strengthen his claim to the throne. If he cannot marry her, he will try to murder her just as he murdered Aslog, to remove the threat she poses. As I said, it is a dirty business being king. Ragnhild wants no part in dynastic struggles, and I don’t blame her. But she is no longer safe at Uppsala. So she and I prayed to our mistress, we practised sei?r, searching for a place where she may live her life in safety. In the flames, we saw a vision of a mountain meadow in this distant corner of Halogaland, sacred to our mistress’ brother Freyr, and of three women, dear to Freyja, who care for that place. So I ask this of you, Solveig Heartsharer: to take the goddess’ servant, my love-daughter Ragnhild, back with you to Herta’s Meadow, to place her under the protection of your house-bond, Herta Wolfsfriend, where she will be safe, where she will thrive, where she will be loved. And one of these days — it may be several years from now — I will come visit your household, and see how my Hildy is faring.”

“Are you suggesting that Herta take Ragnhild as her sif?”

“I am suggesting nothing, Solveig Heartsharer: you are suggesting it,” Ingrid smiled impishly. “The nature of your … ahem … sleeping arrangements is entirely for the four of you to work out.” She paused. “I can tell you this, though: Hildy prefers the embrace of a woman to that of a man. That girl broke some hearts among the priestesses at Uppsala, when she left to come here to Halogaland.”

Solveig looked at Ingrid again. “You’re walking without your stick this morning.”

“Very observant,” Ingrid laughed. “The stick is a prop, my dear. Sometimes it’s useful to let people think you are a bit more feeble than you are, just a harmless old woman. And now, I must go back and settle the hash of this Westfolder king, who thinks he can lay his hands on Freyja’s priestesses with impunity. I’ll show him harmless.”

Chapter 2

Solveig and the Uppsala party left Egil’s Rock the same day, apparently travelling in opposite directions. But Solveig doubled back far outside the village to a pre-arranged spot, where she found Ragnhild waiting for her.

Solveig had always imagined the Uppsala priests and priestesses to be grand personages, accustomed to lives of ease and luxury. It’s true that Ragnhild, on their return to Herta’s Meadow, rode a fine horse and wore a handsome wool frock and bearskin cloak. But she proved to be a simple, down-to-earth young woman. She put on no airs, she travelled without complaining, carrying few possessions with her. She was adept at making camp when they stopped to rest each night. Like her love-mother Ingrid, she was an entertaining story-teller. Moreover, she asked lots of intelligent questions about the farmstead, about Herta and Aili and Oavaan, about how she might help with the household work. Solveig thought back to her journey seven years previously, bringing Aili to Herta’s Meadow, when Aili had asked similar questions. Certainly her house-bond would like this new girl, perhaps she would come to love her. The thought of another sif in the household began to grow on Solveig.

When they finally reached Herta’s Meadow, Solveig called out in greeting, but Herta and Aili were nowhere to be seen. Then she noticed the smouldering firepit by the entrance to the sauna; and as she and Ragnhild drew nearer, they heard sounds of lovemaking within.

Solveig blushed. “It might be best if you wait outside here, dear Ragnhild, whilst I greet my house-bond and love-sister. The stream is to your left; you may water the horses there. I … er, may be a little while.”

“Take escort bursa your time,” Ragnhild winked.

Solveig quickly disrobed and entered the sauna. In the dim light of the glowing rocks, she could see Aili sucking at Herta’s right breast, whilst gently fingering her cunt.

“Now there’s a sight for sore eyes!”

“Solveig!” both women cried out joyfully.

“Shh, don’t get up. I want to join in on this.” She snuggled up to her house-bond on the wide bench and began sucking Herta’s left breast, tasting the sweet breastmilk she’d been deprived of for half a month. Her finger joined Aili’s inside Herta’s snug, slippery channel. “Gods, I’ve missed this, Herta my love.”

“And I’ve missed you; we both have,” Herta murmured happily. “You’ve been gone too long, sif. Oavaan settled in well?”

“I’ll tell you all about it, shortly. First I want to help my love-sister make you come.”

She soon got her wish. Herta wanted to return the favour, but Solveig pulled away.

“Later, house-bond. I have brought back someone with me, a priestess of Freyja.”

Herta’s eyes grew big. “What? She’s here? Now?”

And so, as the women quickly rinsed their bodies down, towelled off, and pulled on their shifts, Solveig hurriedly explained to them about her time in Egil’s Rock, about Oavaan’s well-being, but mostly about the visit of the Uppsala priestess Ingrid Björnsdaughter, and the danger her love-daughter Ragnhild faced from the Westfolder king.

They went out at once to meet Ragnhild, finding her gathering cloudberries from the bushes beside the stream. The girl was lovely, Herta noticed, not just in her features, but in the simple, confident way she moved, in the winsome way her dark brown braids flicked about as she turned her head.

“Forgive us, Ragnhild, for our delay in greeting you,” Herta said, embracing her. Ragnhild hugged her back, warmly.

“There is nothing to forgive, Herta Wolfsfriend. You were enjoying the love of your sifs. To the goddess whom I serve, nothing is more sacred.” Ragnhild’s formal demeanour melted and a look of simple girlish glee came over her face. “Oh Herta, I am … delighted to meet you at last! And you too Aili Oavaans-mother.” She took the Saami woman in her arms. “And please call me Hildy; Ragnhild is too much of a mouthful for everyday use.”

“Solveig has explained your situation, dear Hildy, and why you have come here,” Herta continued, as they entered the house and sat down. “You are most welcome, of course. We are honoured to have a priestess of Freyja living with us, to say nothing of a king’s daughter.”

Ragnhild still gazed at Herta intently, with a sort of seductive witchy look in her eyes. “Forgive me … I have had visions of you, Herta Wolfsfriend, in the flames of sei?r. And Solveig told me much about you on the way here. I feel as though I know you already. You too Aili. But seeing you here in front of me, in the flesh … Herta: I was not prepared for how wonderful you are … Excuse me, this is awkward. And forward of me, I know. It’s just that … in sei?r I saw and felt the inner essence of you, not your outward appearance. But now … you quite take my breath away. I must say it. You are so strong and beautiful, Herta, inwardly and outwardly both.”

Herta, at a loss for words, blushed crimson.

“Oh, and I have not come empty-handed.” Ragnhild opened her saddle bag. “For your altar, I bring you these figures of Freyja and Freyr.” The women excitedly admired the exquisite ivory carvings.

Herta lowered her eyes sheepishly. “You will think poorly of us, priestess — we have no altar here for the gods, just the altars of our hearts.”

“That is the most important kind of altar, certainly. But a visible altar can help remind the heart altar. I will build such an altar, if I may, to place these figures upon, so that I can offer prayers and sacrifices for this household. And these little trinkets are for Solveig and Aili, my new love-sisters.” She gave the honey-haired woman a pair of dazzling sapphire earrings, and equally dazzling ruby earrings to the Saami woman. “Let me see them on you. Yes, those go well with your colouring, I think. I will give Oavaan his gift when he returns in the summer. This, Herta Wolfsfriend, is for you.” It was a fine gold necklace with a large emerald pendant that perfectly complemented her red hair, now touched with streaks of grey.

“Thank you, Hildy,” Herta said at last, stunned. “Your rich gifts honour us. But … we are not grand ladies here. Who will ever see us with these precious jewels?”

“I will see you. Wear them for me, please.” She paused, looking nervous.

“I have one more item to bestow. I should wait, but … my heart is impatient.” She pulled out a leather moneybag and set it on the table, with a heavy chink. Cautiously, Herta opened it.

“Why there are more gold coins here than could be spent in a lifetime!” bursa escort bayan she gasped. “Oh Hildy, this is not necessary. You don’t have to buy a place with us, precious one. I cannot accept this.”

“It is not to buy anything … it is my dowry,” she said softly.

“But your dowry is for when you marry. For your house-bond’s household.”

“Yes.” Tears stood in Ragnhild’s eyes. “The idea is unwelcome to you, Herta Wolfsfriend? I thought … I have misjudged the situation, it seems.”

Herta gazed at her, open-mouthed. Then she stood up. “Ragnhild, I must speak privately with my sifs. No, you stay here please. We will walk outside.”

Chapter 3

Herta and her two sifs strode silently down to the lake and sat on the large flat stone.

“You said she wanted to stay with us,” Herta erupted at Solveig, “to hide from that king; you said nothing about marriage!”

“I did not know this was in her heart, house-bond. Well, Ingrid Björnsdaughter hinted at the possibility — but I thought Hildy would give it more time, to know her own heart and to let you know yours. It seems she is completely smitten with you — the way she gazes at you, they way she speaks of your beauty. She will be crushed if you refuse her.”

“Why are you so upset, house-bond?” Aili asked. “Yes, this is all very sudden and unexpected, but … this young woman is a treasure, a blessing upon our household, a gift from Freyja herself. You must see that. I don’t have time for some of your Norse gods, but Freyja is the same as our Maderakka. I don’t want to see you reject a precious gift from Maderakka. Besides, you already have two sifs, so what’s the big difficulty in adding a third? Particularly a beauty like Ragnhild.”

“Precisely, dear Aili: I already have two sifs!” Herta threw up her hands. “Yes, Hildy is a beauty and a treasure, no doubt. But my heart is already full with you two. Where will this end? Every few years another sif? Must I marry twenty sifs before I die?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, house-bond,” Aili countered. “Twenty sifs could not fit in our bed. But there’s room for three. Hmm, three would be perfect, in fact, now that Silver is gone.” She looked meaningfully at Solveig.

“Ah yes, I see,” Solveig grinned. “Aili and I will continue to sleep beside you, with our heads pillowed on your breasts, and Hildy will sleep between your legs, with her head pillowed on that lovely mound of red hair. Or perhaps Aili or I may take a turn down there, with Hildy’s permission; it sounds very cozy, now that I think about it.”

Despite herself, Herta felt her cunt moistening, as the scene played in her mind.

“Remember, house-bond,” Solveig added, “how you resisted the idea of a second sif. I had to wear you down with arguments, night after night, till you finally gave in. Are you sorry Aili is with us now?”

“Of course not. You know I’m delighted with both of you –“

“So perhaps I am right again. Perhaps you will be delighted with Hildy too.”

Aili agreed: “It’s two to one, house-bond. You are out-voted.”

“Is that how these decisions are made? Is this a village Thing?” Herta grunted in resignation.

“I’m afraid so, house-bond,” Solveig grinned. “As law-speaker for the Thing of Herta’s Meadow, I sentence you to marriage, to all three of us.”

“Why do you women never give me time to get used to the idea?” Herta humphed. “Aili, you had to be abed with me the second night after coming here; Solveig, it was the very first night for you.”

“I don’t remember you complaining at the time,” Solveig laughed. “And I wager you won’t be complaining two hours from now, when we’re abed with Ragnhild. It seems you attract women who don’t favour long courtships.”

“It’s your breasts, Herta,” Aili giggled. “I just couldn’t wait: they drove me wild. Still do.” She snuggled into Herta’s arms, laying her head on her house-bond’s ample bosom to demonstrate her point. “Mmm, so soft and full. I love them. I suppose they have the same effect on our Hildy.”

“She moves fast, that one,” Solveig added, “I’ll give you that. She thinks with her heart, not her head — perhaps that’s the goddess in her. But, really, this had to be. Can you imagine having that girl in our household long-term, without her coming to our bed sooner or later? So why not sooner?”

Chapter 4

When they returned to the house, Ragnhild held herself stiffly, eyes downcast, bracing herself for Herta’s decision — perhaps she would have to sleep in Oavaan’s bed in the loft … or worse, she would be sent back to Uppsala.

“Ragnhild, dear Hildy, let me embrace you, my sif,” Herta said softly.

Ragnhild blinked in surprise for a moment, then she sprang to her feet and threw herself into Herta’s arms.

“Truly?”

“Truly, my sweet Hildy. My sifs would not have it any other way.” Herta held the young priestess in her arms, stroking her hair. “And I am quickly warming to the idea. Very quickly.” Then she kissed the young priestess’ mouth, and Ragnhild kissed back, passionately. The other women cheered.

“You are one of us now, love-sister,” Aili squealed happily, embracing Ragnhild from behind.

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It had been hot as Hades today at the factory and it had been a relief to be able to change into my cotton skirt and linen blouse to go to the Friday night dance. When I picked up my friend Ellie in the DeSoto, I was impressed. She’d looked like a wilted flower in her overalls and limp hair at the end of the work day. Now, only an hour later, in her very-short-sleeved flowered dress, her blonde curls once again in their normal place, her make up perfect, she’d been transformed.

Myself, I eschewed make up for the dance. I mean what was the point? We were all women there.

Thank God that the heat was fading as the sun began to slide down on this July night. Like all the girls in town, I’d been looking forward to the Friday dance night. Even if, with all the able-bodied men between 18 and 40 were off fighting the war, it was just us girls. It was a time to let our hair down, forget about the fighter planes we built in the factory, forget about missing our men, and just dance.

Ellie’s husband was on a destroyer in the Pacific. Mine was working supply for the Army in Italy. The daily worry about their safety was twinned with the daily desire for their hard bodies in our beds. It wasn’t fair that just as we’d had the chance to experience the joys of physical love after our recent marriages, they were shipped off and we might never see them again.

Ellie and I gossiped, of course, about those women who weren’t waiting. Those who were sleeping with the older men (or the younger boys), or those men who didn’t qualify for the Army or Navy. We got alternatively embarrassed or silly about what we’d heard, but neither of us were tempted. (At least that’s what I told Ellie. I’d had some feelings toward Mr. Hooper from church, but he was married and I wasn’t going to go for that.)

Anyway, it was Friday and it was dance night and there was a band this week and there’d even be beer and wine. All the young women in town would dance away the week’s frustrations even if we only had each other to dance with.

When this tradition started, Ellie and I always went, but we would dance with just about anyone. Everyone did. It didn’t see right to play favorites. But after time, some women became more comfortable with one or two others, especially when they played the slow dances. Ellie and I were like that; we’d been friends so long and we were just so much more comfortable with each other. And truly, I felt totally comfortable dancing up close to Ellie and feeling her body against mine when they played the ballads. Heck, even on hot nights like tonight, I didn’t even mind pressing up against her sweaty softness. I’d be hard pressed to do that with, say, Mary Sue Walker.

It was half-passed ten when the music ended and we spent some time saying good bye to each other and cleaning up the Grange hall. Ellie and I walked out to my car and she was holding my hand and walking close by. But that had never been unusual between us. She slid into her side of the car and then slid across the bench seat and leaned against me. “That was nice, tonight, Donna,” she sighed. “I liked that band. What was that song they played? ‘I Wish I Didn’t Love You So’? That was so easy to dance to.”

“I liked that too. But did you see the way Beatrice was spending so much time with Donnie Ledbetter?”

“The guy with the short leg?”

“Yeah, him. And I saw them leaving together.”

“Oh my. Well, we all have to get through this war any way we can,” she said. “I don’t want to judge.” We spent the next 15 minutes chatting away about the other women we’d seen and the music, until I pulled up in front of her house. “Goodnight, Ellie. I’ll see you in church bursa escort on Sunday.”

Ellie sighed and scooted across the bench, but then she suddenly turned, got up on and knees on the seat and turned back to me. I saw there were tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong, Ellie?”

“I wish I didn’t love you so,” she said and then before I could react to that, her face was in front of mine and she was kissing me. Not like women kiss each other when they meet downtown. But the way Frank kissed me when we were alone and feeling romantic.

And what was weird was I was kissing her back the same way. Our mouths opened up. Our tongues found their ways in to each other; they twined around each other like slithering snakes. My breath caught. I was feeling suddenly very warm. Sticky in a way that had nothing to do with the heat that was now quite faded. I was enjoying this.

But it was wrong. At least that’s what my brain was telling me. I pushed her away. “Ellie, we can’t.” She fell back on her heels and looked at me. I saw my lipstick mixed with hers on her lips. No doubt she saw the same. She opened her mouth to say something, then her tears came again. She turned and opened her door. “I’m sorry, Donna.” And she ran into her house, letting the door swing closed behind her.

I just sat there for a minute, all too aware of how my body had reacted. And knowing that my best friend in all the world was in her house, alone, crying. I sighed, turned off the engine and got out of the car. I felt so alert, alive, my body was singing. I felt shamed because I knew my nipples were hard and my lady parts were damp in my panties.

Ellie didn’t lock her door. No one did around here. I let myself in and not seeing her downstairs went up to her and Steve’s bedroom, guided by the hallway light. She had thrown off her dress (it was on the floor) and lying on her face on the bed. Her half-slip was all askew and her arm was under her. Even in the half light, I couldn’t help but see her hand inside of her panties, touching herself.

“Ellie,” I said gently, needing to talk but knowing I would embarrass her.

She turned over so fast, rearranging herself, trying to pretend nothing was happening. Her arm covered her naked breasts. (Oh! There was her bra, on the other side of the bed.) “Oh, God! Donna? What are you…? I was just… I thought you’d…”

“Don’t worry, Ellie. I dare say if you walked into my bedroom at night, you’d have a fair chance of catching me touching myself too. Can I come in?”

“Um, I guess.”

I crossed to the bed, kicked my heels off, then put one knee on the bed beside Ellie and sat down with my leg crossed under me. I took both her hands in mine (noting the dampness on her left hand), and looked her right in the eye. “I am so sorry, Ellie. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You are my best friend in the world and I love you too.”

“I…I…I’m sorry too, Donna. You don’t need to be sorry. What I did was wrong and perverted and I never…”

“Hush, dear heart,” I lifted her hands to my mouth and kissed each one, surprised at the pleasant scent on her left; why did it smell so good. “I don’t think it was wrong or perverted. It was just a surprise, that’s all.”

“You don’t think it was perverted?” she was clearly surprised about that.

“When I used to work at the library, I found this book hidden in the back about the history of, they called it Lesbianism, through the ages. it talked about the ancient Greek women who would pair with each other just like their men were pairing up. All the way to many of the suffragettes who were ‘lesbians’ or ‘sapphists’. And in the 30s?”

“Where’d they get those names?”

“Apparently there was this famous woman poet named Sappho on a Greek island called Lesbos, who wrote about her love of other women. They didn’t seem perverted. I saw one poem. It was beautiful.”

“Oh,” she said. She’d stopped crying now but her face was red and she looked so vulnerable with tears running down her face. “But you don’t want that, so you said…”

“I escort bursa said I was surprised. I came back because…” I leaned in toward her and, still holding her hands, licked a stream of tears from the right side of Ellie’s face, “I couldn’t leave you crying.” I licked tear on the other side of her face. “And because of this.” My mouth moved to hers and then we were kissing.

It was a long kiss. Or maybe it was many kisses following right after each other. But it was a kiss that was from the bottom of both our hearts, expressing the love we’d felt for each other since we’d first met and all the things we’d shared.

Like when she’d gotten her first monthly visitor and I had held her when she was crying; just like, 3 months later and I got mine. About the time she told me what a handie was, so I could do that to the Jason that I dated in High School to stop him from pressuring me to put out for him. Or how we’d been each other’s maid of honor and helped each other figure out the ins and outs (no pun intended) of sex with our husbands. Or the time Ellie miscarried and how I comforted her through the month of the blues that followed. We loved each other. There was no denying it.

And it was so wonderful to kiss her like this. She smelled better than Frank did, for one thing, even with the sweat covering her body. And her lips were soft, and she seemed to like to kiss just because we were kissing. And frankly, I loved it when she put her tongue in my mouth and I captured it with my lips and she pulled it out again. And she loved it when I would lightly bite her lips, making small sounds in the back of her throat.

I didn’t resist when she reached up and cupped my breast in one hand. It gave me leave to reach out and cup hers too. It was so soft and full and I found myself feeling electrified as I ran my fingers gently around it shape and over her stiff nipples.

She pushed me away and I suddenly thought I’d gone too far. But no, “It’s not fair,” she said reaching for the buttons on my blouse. “I want to touch your skin so much.” So, there was an awkward moment while we struggled to get my blouse then brassiere off. But when they were off, Ellie pushed me back on the bed and leaned over me, taking one nipple in her mouth. I gasped with the pleasure of it. Frank had never done anything like that with me. Never. But this? This was bliss. Bliss with electric bolts of pleasure shooting out from my nipple.

She switched to the other breast after a while and the need was growing between my legs. A need so great, something I’d only experienced a few times with Frank. I found my legs spreading on their own. My hand on its own pulling up my skirt. My fingers of their own volition reaching under the waist band of my cotton panties. I needed. I needed so badly to touch myself.

But Ellie’s mouth left my nipple and her face came to mine even as her hand caught mine at the waistband. “Let me, Donna, love. Let me.”

Her hand slipped under my panties. I knew I was soaking wet down there. I was embarrassed that she was gonna feel that, even as the touch of her fingers on my mons felt so right. I grabbed her wrist. “No, Ellie, I’m all sloppy and gross right now.”

“You could never be gross, my love,” she whispered and began to kiss me again. I let go of her wrist and her fingers slid easily along my labia and then inside me. It wasn’t just one finger either. There were at least two. Maybe three. And they were sliding in and out of me. In and out and I pulled my mouth away from Ellie’s because I suddenly need to breathe. “Oh!” I said as she push more deeply in. “Oh! Yes! Oh Ellie. That feels so good! Oh Ellie!”

And then I was cuming, my thighs pulling together, my vagina locking hard on Ellie’s fingers so much that I thought I was going to break them. A wave of bliss rode through me. It was so much stronger than it ever was when it was just me. So different from those couple of times when Frank’s thrusts had given me an orgasm. “Oh God, Ellie. Ellie.” I said when I could talk. “That bursa escort bayan was marvelous.”

I started to rise from my back. Her fingers started touching the folds of skin just above my opening, making me shiver. “No, Donna, let me do it again.” Oh how I wanted that. But I wanted more to let her feel it too.

“Later. It’s your turn now.” I more forcefully got up and she reluctantly took her fingers from my panties. I pushed her down on the bed but instead of going to suckle her beautiful breasts, I grabbed the waistband of her half slip. “I want to see all your skin,” I said.

She giggled and said, “You little devil, Donna,” as I started to pull down her slip and panties together. She raised her hips up off the bed and then she was beautifully naked in the moonlight and the light from the hall. “I alway thought that you were gorgeous, Ellie. But tonight I think you’re a goddess.” That brought more giggles. “Do you trust me, my love,” I asked in a whisper.

“Of course,” she said.

“Then let me try something I read about.”

She bit her lower lip but whispered “yes.” I pushed her knees apart and then her thighs, opening her to me, letting me see her like I’d never seen her before. Her sex glistened with her secretions. Her curly blonde hair barely covered the intriguing folds of her skin and the opening looked pinks and smooth and suddenly very enticing. I’d been taught and had believed up to this moment that our vaginas were gross and ugly. But now I thought just the opposite.

I dropped to my elbows between her thighs looking at her sex up close. I’d smelled her scent on her hands a little while ago, now I smelled it up close. I reached out with a finger to touch the swollen nubbin at the top of her opening. She shivered. “You’re so beautiful,” I said again.

“Isn’t it gross?” she asked.

“Anything but,” I said then leaned forward to taste her.

“What are you doing, Donna? What… That’s wrong… You can’t.”

But she stopped when I started lapping at the pink skin inside of her. She moaned in pleasure as I licked one lip and then the other. I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying this. But I was. I pushed my tongue deeply into her and that’s when she started swearing.

I’d never heard such language from Ellie before, but her uncontrolled words just encouraged me more. Of course, I won’t repeat what she said, that’d be impolite but I’d say my vocabulary expanded as I thrust my tongue in and out of her. My face was covered in her vaginal juices by now and I found that sexy. I wanted so much to give her what she gave me. I remembered when I touched myself how good it felt to touch my, well I didn’t know the word just then but I do now, my clitoris. So, now I took Ellie’s in my mouth and suckled at it.

Now she was just repeatedly calling my name. “Donna! Donna! Oh Donna!”

Then suddenly she was spasming, pushing my face off her and twisting her limbs and making her call out “Ooooooh!” in one long, long syllable. For a moment I thought she had a seizure and I was scared. But her body calmed and from deep in her throat she said, “Oh goddamn, Donna. That was amazing.” She rolled up on her shoulder, looking down at me. “Now let’s get your skirt off so I can try that.”

Much later, when we were still, cuddling each other, her wrapped in my arms and her back pressed into my front, I remembered something. “Oh, drat. I need to go let Jojo out. She’s probably piddled on the floor.”

“I don’t want you to go,” Ellie said, grabbing my hand as I tried to unwrap my arm from her. “I want you to stay her forever.”

“Me too, love, but…”

“Can I come with you? I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“Of course. You should probably bring a night gown.”

“I don’t want to wear a nightgown in bed with you,” she said. “I want to feel you on my skin.”

I could only smile. “Me too, Ellie. Me too.”

We sat up. The room smelled of women. Sweat and perfume and vaginal juices and lust. And I loved it.

We got dressed (we later realized we’d swapped panties) and went down to the car hand in hand. I let my dog out and Ellie went up to my bed. She was naked when I came up the stairs.

I had thought we’d go to sleep at my house, but well, we didn’t get much sleep that night.

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“Jose.”

I just looked at her over the rim of my glass, taking sip after sip until I finally set it down. “Like there’s two Joes, and … that’s your name?”

She pursed her lips at my smile, eventually giving in to the grin that threatened to take over her expression. “No. Like … Jose. Short for Joseph.”

I chuckled into my drink, finally setting it down on the bar to make a face at her. “More like Josephine.”

I would have thought she’d be bothered by my taunting, but instead she sat back and scanned her eyes over my body, picking up her own drink and shooting half of it down. “… Whatever. So. What’s your name, Princess?”

I laughed again and finished off my drink. “Princess …? Where did that come from?”

“I think it’s only fair,” she smiled. She was so confident, and strong and cocky. I had always hated cocky, and I hated that I liked it on her. How dare she allure me like she did.

“I’m not ever telling you my name,” I laughed, sneaking her drink to chase it down with mine. It was so much fun stealing it from her, because I knew she would let me. It was so playful there between us, and the fun was infectious through all parts of my body. “… Why don’t you guess?”

“Oh no,” she moaned, locking eyes with me. “I will not be some fucking cliché. You’ll tell me that name of yours, one way or another.”

I just stared at her, sitting up tall in my chair and giving her a look that said I could be more stubborn than anyone she’d ever known. I think it excited her to see me stand my ground – had other women never done that around her? I started to wonder. I mean, she did make me weak in the knees, but I needed to restrain myself at least a little. After all, the chase is fun.

“Alright,” she nodded at last, leaning in. “Pussy Bitch it is.” She was laughing, but my jaw dropped open, turning around to make sure that no one else had heard.

“Are you crazy?!” I whispered, grabbing her knee as I nearly tumbled onto her. Our faces were so close it seemed our lips would inevitably touch, but we were just suspended there in wait. For what, I don’t know.

As is seemingly required in certain electric moments, we were interrupted. The bartender was coming back to our end of the bar. “Anything else for you ladies?”

She broke from her stare, and smiled at him. “Nothing for me. Are you heading out too, Mrs … Bitch, right? Hell of a last name!”

I felt so humiliated, but I could only try to bite my tongue, to keep from laughing.

The bartender lifted a brow as I covered my face, and Jose slammed her hand down on the counter. “Goodnight, Russ.”

He laughed and walked off as I whacked Jose in the arm. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“You know … you’re not as drunk as I thought you’d be.”

“YOU just thought you could drink me under the table,” I teased, slipping off my stool with a little imbalance. She tried to catch my hand, but I quickly crossed my arms and shot her a look.

She was up off her chair and whispering into my ear before I knew it: “I bet that pussy of yours tastes sweet …”

A warm tingle surged through me as I stepped up close to her. “You’ll never know … what she tastes like,” I smirked, tucking my clutch under my arm. “Never ever … ever … ever …”

“Just rubbing it in,” she mumbled, following close behind me as I strutted out of the place.

When we were outside, she lit a cigarette, and leaned back against the building. Boy was she ever a sight for sore eyes. Still, I did my best to ignore her, standing at the curb. I had a new, more confident way about myself around women ever since I’d understood my own interest. I knew she could feel that, and that made me feel even better. Waving my hand up as a cab drove past, I tried to flag it down, but it was already occupied.

“Nice going, Pussy.”

I wanted to tell her shut it, but I had a grin that I simply couldn’t shake as I looked back to her. I wanted to tear my eyes away, but there she was looking fine and acting like she owned the place. It worked for her. She had an animalistic lust that drew me in.

“You know … you do look different.”

I flipped my long blond hair over my shoulder, and fished for the lip gloss in my clutch. “Fucking right I do.”

“And a potty mouth … We’ll have to fix that.”

“We’ll have to fix that?!” I laughed. “Who is WE?”

“Me and my hands …” she grinned, exhaling smoke into the dark night air. “We can be very persuasive …”

I tried not to think about her hands on me, or what she wanted to do to me. I had to wonder what she did want to do. And when enough silence had passed, I asked her. She’d just finished her cigarette, and threw it to the ground to smother it with the sole of her shoe.

“Not sure we should discuss that here …” she smiled, approaching.

I watched her very carefully as she sauntered over to me and slipped her right hand up the side of my leg … up, up, until her hand was on my hip. We were standing bursa escort by the curb, and I did nothing to stop her as her hand drifted onto my hip, under my dress.

“Feels lacy,” she whispered, feeling the fabric waist of my panties. “I’ve been wanting to ask you what was under here. You have anything else on under that dress?”

My breathing was a little erratic, but I managed to cling to some strength. What was happening to me, I wondered. And how was she doing this so easily? Why wasn’t I moving or swatting her hand away? Instead, I actually answered her. “… A … a bra.” But then I realized that this dress had been too tight for a bra, and I panicked. “I mean! … I mean … shit.”

“You know why I sent you off the last time around, don’t you?” she grinned, getting so close to me and pulling me in. Our eyes locked and I stared at her. “You weren’t … well, you thought you were teasing ME … when really it was me teasing YOU … you see?”

I hated the smell of cigarettes, but I didn’t even notice it as her agile fingers traced back down my thigh. I just kept staring at her when she flagged a cab down with her other hand, and lured me into it. I didn’t know how to categorize her hold on me.

“Where … where’re we going?” I mumbled, sitting back against the seat just to have her slip her hand between my legs as though it were a casual act.

I didn’t want to say anything so the cab driver wouldn’t be aware, but I thought of slapping her hand away. Still, when her fingers massaged into my panties, all I could do was moan. I was so weak for her touch. She could touch me in a way that no one else ever had.

As she offered her address to the man, he kept to himself with his eyes on the road, but a part of me was hoping he’d see. The blush struck into my cheeks as she looked down at me again, and her grin took up the space around us.

“As I was saying … things are a little different this time around.”

I tried to act as though my self control wasn’t hopelessly shattered with the gentle pet of her fingers, but she knew it was. I smiled because I couldn’t keep up my act any longer, and she knew I would do anything she wanted. She could feel that I would have let her fuck me right there, in the cab.

I was embarrassed all over again as I tried pinning my knees together – physically reacting to all of her teasing. I was blushing red as my desire pooled generously from inside of me. I held my breath, hoping that would keep my panties dry by some miracle, but I had no such luck. Not only were they wetted, but as I shifted, I looked incredibly awkward. Jose chuckled at my mannerisms, and sat back with me to slip her hand down between my legs.

She scoffed with the cheekiest smirk as she felt my reaction. Staring at me.

“Are … we almost there?” I asked, giving away my desperation for her to push her way inside of me. I was more than ready. I was shamelessly ready.

“Five more minutes,” she whispered, turning to breathe into my ear.

My eyes rolled back as I sat properly in the seat, feeling her touch me through my wet panties. Her fingers fumbled clumsily at the fabric, knowing exactly how it affected me. She knew very well what she was doing. She was teasing me by pretending she had no idea.

She continued teasing me until the cab driver slowed to a stop, and Jose handed him cash with her free hand, finally pulling the other from between my legs. She left him a small tip, and smiled over to me: “How much is it gonna cost me?”

I should have been insulted, I’m sure, to have it insinuated that I was a sex worker, but I was too far gone to find offence in her teasing. I simply shuffled out the same cab door, taking her hand as it was offered to me. The number came out spontaneously, as a sort of tease in return.

“Five thousand dollars.”

She laughed and shut the door behind me, looking me over again even as she was pretending at disinterest. Like she didn’t need to have me just as badly as I needed her to have me.

“Pretty steep,” she snickered, running her hand down from its charming place on my lower back to a more place on my rear. “I expect an awful lot for five thousand dollars …”

Usually, that would have caused me some sort of insecurity or self conscious trouble, but I was too worked up to feel anything but confident. I knew what I wanted, and I made my quick way to the entrance of her apartment.

“Remember where it is, I see,” she teased, jogging up the steps behind me, and ushering me inside.

I think she was surprised at my impatience and excitement to simply begin. Even as we entered her apartment suite, she seemed happily flustered with my wanton, breathy commands: “Kiss me … kiss me right here.”

I had my back to the door, and she leaned in to lick her tongue from the base of my neck to just behind my ear.

“Yes …”

“Oh, if you think you’re calling the shots tonight …” she moaned, impatient herself. “You … are sorely … mistaken.”

“Sore,” escort bursa I repeated, grabbing at the collar of her shirt with both hands. It was a gesture that had her laughing into my ear. Biting it.

“I wouldn’t be begging for sore if I were you.” But it sounded like a question: are you game for ‘sore’?

“Just don’t stop,” I instructed, just as quietly as I was certain.

“I bet you wanna make love,” she breathed, again into my ear. “I bet you want it nice and slow …”

She was leading me backward towards something, but I didn’t care what it was. I wrapped my hand around her wrist, and guided it down, between my thighs, even as we moved.

“Nice and tender,” she smiled, leading me to her bedroom with great ease. She had a subtle strength about her that gave her the capacity to guide me, even as lost with desire as I was. A part of me wondered how many women she seduced just as easily, but a larger part of me ignored the question altogether. I just needed her then, regardless of its implications. I was senseless and illogical. I was in heat.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded breathlessly, sitting back on the bed, and lying on my back as she followed me onto her comforter.

“Nice and slow,” she whispered, trying to keep her tone as teasing as possible while her control was slipping just as mine had so long ago. “I hear you …”

“No, fuck me,” I squirmed, whimpering when she pinned my wrists there. I think my trembling plea was what really set her off, because as soon as I’d done it, her teasing had been silenced. In place of my constant humiliation was a real need as she roughly pulled my panties down my legs, and tossed them behind her, to the floor. She rushed my dress up my thighs, and greedily buried her face between my thighs. I hadn’t counted on such quick pleasure, but I arched and clawed at her sheets as she spread me open to taste what she wanted. I don’t think she planned on allowing me so much pleasure so quickly either, but I also think she couldn’t help herself. She, too, was crumbling.

I was wetting a spot on her bed by the time she could steel herself to pull away from me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand to look down at me.

“… Not gonna please you so fast,” she panted at last, obviously shaken with her own true need to have me. She breathed evenly for a moment as my eyes opened and closed of their own accord. My entire body was trembling. I thought I was shivering from the cold after such exaggerated tingles shook through me, but as she teased my opening with the tip of her finger, I knew it was her touch. Again, I was a quivering mess.

“Not … I’m not doing this … on purpose,” I stuttered with humiliation, wet and panting with no control whatsoever, and no end in sight. “I … I really-“

Her left hand quickly covered my mouth as she leaned over me so closely that her chest pressed to mine. “I know … don’t you think I know a horny little bitch when I see one?”

I moaned despite my greater efforts, and she smiled. I thought she would laugh, but when I opened my eyes again, it was an affectionate expression. That surprised me most of all, but she straightened it as quickly as she could manage.

She was regaining a sense of her more dominant persona, but I was still a squirming, pleading, lustful slave to whatever she wanted from me. It made me feel weak, and yet entirely free. I would do what she wanted. She would please me how I needed it. I would be good, and she would be bad. I could feel it in the way she toyed with me and harassed me, even for doing exactly as she said.

“Open …” It was a common order she whispered to me. Open my eyes, open my mouth, open my legs. She was simply toying with me, but even as I obeyed every command, she would smile or laugh at my willingness. At how wet I had become. At how I enjoyed her teasing, too.

“Three strokes and you’re done,” she chuckled at last, settling her body over mine again. Satisfied that although she had kept from properly touching me, she’d been teasing me for the better part of an hour. “I’d say about three strokes should do it.”

“Two,” I smiled in return, wanting to cry at the build-up inside of me. I was ready to burst on command, it seemed. Anything she would have done could have set me off. I remember wishing she would lean a little closer so her shirt could create some small amount of friction over my clit. I had never been so desperate for touch in my entire life.

“Ooh, is that so?” she moaned, finding pleasure in my suffering, I knew. She wanted to torment me, and she had effectively done just that. I could tell she wasn’t far from orgasm herself, writhing on top of me in that slow and knowing way. “And I’d say you couldn’t spread your legs any further if you tried …”

My usual instinctive response to such a taunting comment would have been to close my legs, but I was so lost with desire that I pulled my knees up to try and further open myself to her.

She bit her bottom bursa escort bayan lip in return, pinning my wrists again. Breathing onto my lips.

“Tell me you’re my bitch,” she exhaled raggedly, repositioning my hands above my head so she could hold them with only one of hers.

“I’m … yes … I’m your b-bitch …” I answered, my breath catching in the back of my throat.

“Mmm … b-bitch?” she mocked enticingly, grinding herself down onto me as I growled with satisfaction.”One hot bitch I have here … don’t I?”

All I could do was moan again as she moved on top of me. The seam of her jeans offering friction and an astute reminder of the fact that this woman – as a stranger – could work me up so easily.

“And how many fingers does this pussy want?” she whispered down into my ear, sending me into a dreamy fog of need all over again.

“Please please …” I begged as she licked and sucked at my neck, rendering me useless by way of conversation. “I … I want two …” I somehow managed, tilting my face so as to allow more room for her roaming tongue which found its intrusive way into my ear. Warm and wet and seeking out a surprising erogenous zone. I growled with excitement, and finally, she pulled back.

“Three fingers you said? Or four?”

I had to laugh then, for all the teasing and toying she was giving me. I was so ridiculously aroused it was all I could do not to reach complete insanity.

She enjoyed the nature of my laugh. When I looked up at her again, I could see that, but I didn’t dare mention it. I simply corrected her fervent teasing. “I … I said two.” I knew that telling her I was tight would only subject me to more torment, and I needed release, so I left it at that.

“We’ll just see how much this pussy can take,” she murmured, releasing her tongue onto my stomach as if she were eating me out, and it tickled. As I laughed instinctively, she pushed two fingers inside of me and held them there while I gasped with surprise. The fullness I felt then was coupled just as quickly with her thumb mercilessly rubbing over my clit until I growled my way to a powerful climax. All in the span of one large gasp, she had taken me, held me in a feeling of gratification, and released me all at once. I was shocked and suddenly embarrassed with a shy smile to realize what I had allowed her to do and say to me just moments ago.

As her fingers left me, I did all I could to squander the laughter willing to escape. Before I could speak or attempt to explain my need, she pulled me onto my stomach, and straddled my knees.

She pulled my hair from my neck, and leaned over me that way – making me feel the exposure she certainly pursued.

“Just don’t show me that ass of yours …” she threatened with that smile to her voice. “Or I’ll wanna take it.”

With that, she pulled up my hips so that my face and chest were pressed to the mattress with my hips and backside jutting out toward her. And with her previous statement, I tried to keep myself tense so as not to open myself up to her. I was amazed at the reaction it was giving me. Did I want her to take me that way? I was certain she could tell by my reaction that I’d never been touched that way before. But I was interested.

She got up onto her knees, still keeping me pinned in place as her wetted fingers started teasing my pussy again, and I mumbled nonsense with the feeling. I wanted her to push inside of me over and over until I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted so much.

“Ooh, are you ready?” she teased, obviously watching my body relax to her touch. And damn her, I wanted it all, but all I could was laugh.

“No,” I insisted, catching her eye and seeing that she didn’t really mean to touch me like that. Not so soon. I could see that she would make me work for something that piqued my curiosity.

“Keep nice and tense then,” she moaned instructively, keeping one hand on my lower back while the other continued teasing my wet, swollen pussy. “Wouldn’t want me to get any ideas …”

“Then t … t-turn me around,” I panted humorously, squirming even as I knew she was enjoying the tease just as much as the view. Her stare was satiating me. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer if she just added a little friction.

“And where would be the fun in that?” she hissed, getting off on the sight I made there, I’m sure. My virgin ass was staring back at her, tempting her. My pussy was dripping onto her fingers, waiting to be fed. “Nice, tight pussy … we’re gonna give ‘er three …”

I gasped at first, writhing and twisting to accommodate the three fingers she so deliciously wetted with my excitement. It felt so thick to have her take me that way, with my legs pinned closed, but it was so incredible that all I could do was take them. I didn’t even want to play at denying the feeling – it was too wonderful.

“Keep that ass nice and tight or I’m gonna play with it,” she taunted again, and her words pounded away at my control. God help me, all I could think about were those three fingers forcing their way into my ass, and I thought I would come at the thought. With her other hand, she reached around my hip to toy with my clit, all three of her fingers inside of me already, up to the second knuckle.

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We were throwing the party of the year. Me and three friends had moved into an apartment together, the first time the other three had ever lived away from their parents. I had lived by myself before, so I was used to it, but they wanted to celebrate. I’ve never refused an opportunity to get ridiculously wasted, so I enthusiastically helped make plans and invite people.

The afternoon before the party, we had enough alcohol and weed to last us a while. Jello shots and seven six packs of beer in the fridge (the only things in there so far), five bottles of liquor in the freezer, four massive blunts, and two nickel bags. It was a Wednesday night, the night off from the bar where I work, and I planned to make the most of it. The four of us took Jello shots and smoked a blunt before the guests arrived, toasting the beginning of a year of being together.

Needless to say, we were all fucked up by the time the party got going, but everyone soon caught up. There were maybe about forty people milling around in different rooms, all holding a drink in their hand and usually passing around a pipe or some sort of smoking apparatus. I was standing in the kitchen with a group of people, smoking out of my bong, when I first saw her.

She had long, straight, silky black hair that contrasted beautifully with her green eyes. She was slim, but not boyishly so. She was wearing a white halter top and tight, tight jeans that showed off her cute butt perfectly. Definitely not boyish in the least.

I had never seen her before, and I couldn’t stop looking. She was so gorgeous. I watched her take a hit from a joint and, still holding the smoke in, take a shot. She exhaled slowly, the smoke curling sensuously around her lips. Her eyes met mine through the smoke and she smiled slowly. I gave her the same smile and was rudely interrupted by someone tapping me on the shoulder. “It’s your hit,” they said.

We continued flirting with our eyes the whole night, never speaking to each other. Sometimes she’d have her back to me and every once in a while she’d look over her shoulder, smile, and return to her conversation.

I was more high than drunk, but eventually I had to pee. I pushed my way past a group of people taking a shot, heading towards the main bathroom. I went inside and closed bursa escort the door, making eye contact with her right before the door clicked shut. I turned around and walked towards the toilet when I heard the door open behind me. I turned around, ready to tell whoever it was that the bathroom was occupied.

I was cut off by her lips, pressed against mine. Not breaking the kiss, she kicked the door shut. She gently pushed her tongue between my lips and I moaned into her mouth as our bodies melted into each other. She moaned back and ran her hand down my back, coming to rest on my ass. She pressed my hips into hers and I slipped my left thigh between her legs, pressing it against her pussy. She pushed her thigh up into my pussy and grabbed onto my right thigh, pulling it kind of up and around her.

Soon we were moaning and humping each other’s legs desperately, my hands tangled in her hair. I shoved her against the wall, gasping before kissing her passionately and rubbing my entire body hard against hers. She pushed herself away from the wall and did the exact same thing to me that I had just done to her. I grabbed the front of her shirt, such as it was, and pulled her down, so she was on top of me on the floor. My hips kept rising against hers unconsciously, and using her feet, she spread my legs wider. Our ankles and feet rubbed against each other as she slowly began rubbing her pussy against mine, her legs rubbing the insides of my thighs.

The door opened and someone started walking in before realizing what was on the floor. We stopped and looked at her while she said drunkenly, “Oh shit. Sorry,” and hurriedly walked out. My girl got up and locked the door.

“There,” she said, turning around to look at me, still lying on the floor with my legs spread. She looked me up and down slowly as I looked back at her, lips parted slightly and breathing heavily. As she got back on top of me she moaned, “You’re so turned on,” and kissed me again.

I took her hand and pressed it against my stomach, slowly sliding it down into my jeans. Her breathing quickened, as did mine. My jeans were too tight to allow two hands in there, so I unzipped them and slipped her hand the rest of the way in there, underneath my thong. We both moaned as her palm cupped my bare, escort bursa shaved pussy.

“Can you feel my pussy throbbing?” I half asked, half moaned.

She moaned and slipped a finger inside me slightly. I hissed and jerked my hips up, desperate for her to go deeper. I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it to the side. Taking my hint, she almost tore her clothes as she took them off. There was no soft, romantic removing of each other’s clothes. This was pure animal lust.

When we were naked she practically fell on top of me, our hands frantically moving over each other’s breasts, stomach, arms, everywhere. Our slightly sweaty bodies moved together, spreading our pussy juice over each other. My legs came up until my knees were almost touching my chest, my feet pressing against her thighs. She pulled back and knelt over me, her hand sliding down between my breasts and down my stomach as I squirmed and moaned. She leaned on her elbows between my legs and licked my pussy once with the flat of her tongue, making me cry out. Her tongue was so warm and wet against my pussy I felt like I was going to come right then.

“Mmm,” she said. “You taste so sweet.” She spread my pussy lips wide with both of her hands before making one long lick from my pussy hole to my clit. I’ve never felt more exposed to anyone, my pussy wide open for her to see. It turned me on even more.

She started lapping at my swollen, throbbing clit. My thighs clenched around her head. She looked up at me and sucked my clit into her mouth gently, then slowly increased the intensity. I arched my back, my moans becoming more desperate. She slid her hands under my ass and pressed me in, her face pushing against me while she sucked on my clit. I grabbed her head and began crying out, my hips jerking in time with each cry and wave of unbelievable pleasure. I started coming down and ground my pussy against her face as I felt the pressure in my pussy diminish slowly.

Finally I let go of her head and relaxed, gasping for breath. She crawled up until we were face to face and gave me a long, deep kiss. “I want to go down on you,” I said, holding her head in my hands.

I flipped her over and ran both my hands over her breasts and down her stomach. She moaned and arched her body wherever bursa escort bayan my hands passed over. My hands slid over the soft skin of her inner thighs, feeling them tremble under my fingers.

I knelt in front of her and, tucking my hair behind my ear, ran my tongue along the edge where her pussy and thigh meet. She moaned and reflexively straightened her legs to either side of me, as I did the same to the other side. Using the tip of my tongue, I drew random lines and shapes all over her pussy, from top to bottom, side to side while she continued to squirm and moan.

I slowly stuck my tongue inside her pussy, pressing my nose against her clit and the area around it. My body shivered as I felt her pussy contracting and throbbing around my tongue and against my face. I slid my tongue out and sucked on her inner lips, gently biting them. I moved onto her outer lips, sucking each one into my mouth and licking it with the flat of my tongue simultaneously.

I stopped sucking on her outer lips and moved up, my tongue still flat against her pussy. I pressed her clit with my tongue, then circled it with the tip of my tongue, at the base of her clit. She cried out and jerked her hips up into my face, a sticky line of her pussy juice extending between her pussy and my lip.

I licked it off, savoring the taste, and went back to work, flicking her clit first on one side, then the other, then straight on. Her thighs clenched around my head, then she slid one leg up my cheek until her knee was pointed towards the ceiling. I pushed her hood completely back from her clit and continued flicking my tongue over it rapidly.

When it seemed like she was just on the verge of coming, I took her clit in my mouth and sucked on it, shaking my head back and forth. She threw her head back and arched her entire body, her muscles tensed and shaking as she fought to hold in her screams. I felt her clit pulsing in my mouth, eventually slowing down until she was quiet and relaxed.

I gave her pussy one last lick and slid my body up hers, kissing her slowly. We kissed like that for a minute and then I got up, saying, “We better let these people use the bathroom now.”

She agreed and we pulled on our clothes, taking breaks to give each other a sweet kiss on the lips. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and asked, “What’s your number?” With a little laugh she added, “What’s your name, actually?”

I gave them to her and after fixing our hair, we walked out of the bathroom like nothing had ever happened.

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I’ve just had a long hard day at work and the tension in my body is aching to be released. I head to the yoga studio where I do some part time admin work in exchange for free membership. I am dying for a good hot yoga class and my favourite instructor is scheduled for this one. Her name is Desiree, but we call her Des. She and I have worked and practiced together for almost a year now and she has a way of always pushing me past my comfort zone and leaving me thankful.

As I check in, Des waves me over from the back room.

“Hey Jessica. Do you mind staying a bit after the class to go over the details for the website update? I’m set to lock up after this class.”

“Ya, sure. No problem. I’ll see you up there. I really need this class.”

“I’ll be sure to work you hard then!”

she laughs and I shoot her a quick wink before heading up to the changeroom.

The studio is heated to a perfect 100 degrees and the dimness of the room and scent of lemongrass relaxes me instantly as I lay down on my mat and relax my body into the softness of the floor.

There’s something especially sexy about Des’s voice today as she guides us through the warm up sun salutations but I let those thoughts pass through me with each breath.

My heart skips a beat though during my downward dog when she makes her way over to me pushes me deeper into the pose with her hands firmly grasping my hips. She seems to linger longer than usual and I find myself losing focus again.

As the class comes to the end and we lie down for Shivasana, I am incredibly aroused and wonder if she actually finds me attractive. I know that she’s a lesbian but she also knows that I am straight…or I thought I was.

It’s almost 10 and the class quickly make their way out. I head down to the office and take a quick look at the computer to make sure all is in order before I head to the showers.

By the time I get back upstairs everyone is gone and Des is cleaning the studio.

“I’ve looked everything over and you’re good to go.” I say to her, “Great class by the way! I’m gonna hit the shower.”

She smiles at me but doesn’t say a word.

I peel my clothes off step into the glass stall. My eyes are closed as I lavish in the warmth of the shower stream when bursa escort I hear the door open and feel a quick gust of cool air. I don’t have time to clear my eyes of soap before I feel her body next to mine, her hands around my waist softly as to not startle me. I moan softly as I feel her lips brush mine lightly. Could this be happening? Oh god, this is so happening!, I think as my body responds to her with a mind of its own.

There’s a slight softness in her kiss but it becomes more demanding and hungry. My eyes remain closed but I cave to my own curiosity and passion as I find my hands exploring this beautiful body that I’ve admired from a distance. The heat between my legs becomes unbearable and I ache to have her touch me.

As if she can read my mind, she turns the shower off and hands me a towel.

“Follow me” is all she says and leads me back to the hot studio.

It’s like a dream. She has taken the mats, blankets and pillows and set up a bed of sorts.

“How did you know?” I ask.

“I didn’t,” she winks at me as she drops her towel. “I figured I would take a chance” she says as she leads me over to lay down.

I’m not sure I know what to do, I think to myself, but as soon as she’s kissing me again I know to just let go and trust my body.

I assumed that she would lead the way but I find myself taking control. I want to explore her exquisite body and all it’s crevices. I pull myself back and take her in with my eyes. She’s gorgeous. Smooth silky black hair, green eyes and not a hint of hair on her body. She must be 30 or so. I’ve never asked but there’s a strength about her that can only come from a bit of life experience.

Her tits are spectacular. Round and soft but firm at the same time, her nipples like small and rosy. She has a beautiful tattoo of a tiger on the back of her shoulder and another geometric one on the inside of her wrist.

I pick up her hand and kiss her mark, curious about its meaning but not wanting to talk. I take in her scent as I explore her body with my mouth, tasting every inch of her. I gently lick at her nipples and feel the rush of excitement at the way they react to my tongue. I feel like I am seeing for the first time, suddenly aware of these new sensations. I feel her bursa escort bayan urgency to be touched as I had felt only moments ago and I make my way down to her jewel.

She spreads her legs for me and I gaze at the delicate bud peeking out of her smooth lips. I lay down and brush my lips against hers, lightly brushing over her clit. A soft groan escapes from her. Yes, I have felt this way before and know how good this feels!

I let my tongue enter the folds and lick her from bottom to top, spending an extra moment at her clit, circling it before I suck. Her body begins to writhe. She tastes like my own fingers after I’ve made myself cum and I am so turned on by that.

I continue to lick and suck her clit but I know that she wants me inside her. I slip a couple of fingers in below my mouth and hear her gasp with pleasure. Her pussy is warm and wet and tight and I continue to suck and fuck her until she almost cums….but there’s something else I want to try.

I take a moment and kiss her mouth hungrily once again, sharing the sweetness of her own nectar and then straddle her open thighs until my hot clit rests on hers. Oh my god. I’ve never felt this sensation before and I begin to grind my cunt into hers as I hold her bent knee for support. I lose myself and fuck her hard as she cries out in ecstasy.

“Don’t stop,” she’s panting and the words are coming out in this hoarse, sexy voice, “Baby,make me cum. Fuck baby ya. You feel so fucking good. You’re so fucking hot. Yeeesss. I’m there. I’m cumming.’

She’s silent for a second. I think she’s holding her breathe and then I feel her body explode into mine and a long cry escapes her lips….”oooohhhh god yes!!!”, she moans.

The heat of the room suddenly hits me and I take a moment and lay down with her to catch our breathe. I realize that I am so close to climax myself and yet I don’t want this to end.

“You were amazing,” she says, still breathing hard, “now I’m gonna take you to a place you’ve never been.”

She reaches down and touches my pussy for the first time and I can’t contain myself.

“Slow down,” she gently demands, “not yet.”

I do my best to control but my body is so close to the peak.

“Get into a headstand,” she says, her escort bursa instructor voice coming through.

What?? A headstand?

“Trust me, baby, I know what I’m doing here.”

I get on my knees, put my head down and clasp my hands together at the top of my head. She stands up and waits until I raise my legs up over my head and then I watch her crouch down in front of me and guide my legs down to rest on her shoulders, bent at the knees, spreading me wide. She’s supporting me around my hips and the feeling is indescribable, almost weightless.

I can feel the heat of her pussy in front of my face and as the blood is beginning to rush to my head I feel her face plunge into my cunt.

Holy shit! I am immediately on a trip I have never ventured. My pulse is beating so hard in my temples, the thumping in my brain growing as the pleasure expands to fill my entire body. I lose all sense of time and space as she devours me. I can’t even make a sound until my body erupts with shatters of pure white light as she holds me tight and takes me to heaven.

She eases me down and laughs. She lies next to me, caresses my breast and kisses me gently. “Was that your first time with a woman,” she asks. I give a shy smile.

I know myself and my ability for multiple orgasm. I also know that this may be the first and last time with someone other than my husband.

I take her by the hair from behind her head and crush her mouth on mine.

Understanding my desire for more, she pushes me down on my back and locks me under her with her legs. I am throbbing again. My hips feel withered and yet are already swaying under her. She lowers herself so that her pussy is now on mine.

My hips move faster. The pleasure is shooting up from down there into my chest. It comes out of my mouth in sighs and grunts. Her tits are bouncing and I grab them tight. She grabs my nipples and starts pinching. It feels like a balloon is blowing up between my legs and going into my stomach. It’s hard to breath. The tension is only let out by my screams.

I finally collapse in exhaustion. I curl my knees to my chest, trying to catch my breath. It takes me a moment to even remember where I am and who I am with.

And then I see her looking at me and I just start to laugh. “Um, you ok?” she asks. “Uh, I’ll tell you in a minute,” I answer.

She comes around from behind me and wraps her arms around me, gently kissing my shoulder and neck. “Not bad for a first, eh?” she whispers in my ear. I just nod my head.

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Ertesi gün ofiste karşılaştık yine günaydın ve kolay gelsin faslı ama bu sefer gözlerinin içine bakıyor ve gülümsüyorduk masamı silme bahanesiyle önümde domaldı arkasını dönüp gözlerimin içine baktı ve öpücük attı anlaşılan bayaa azmış ve sekse susamıştı alıcı gözle baktım makyaj yapmış dudaklarına ruj falan sürmüş tam bir afet olmuştu. kalçaları ve göğüsleri harikaydı dar pantolon içinde oldukça tahrik edici gözüküyordu masaya doğru eğilince açık düğmelerinin arasından açıp göğüs show izletti bana resmen çadırı kurmuştum ofisteydik ve her an birileri gelebilirdi dikkatli olmak zorundaydık. Ofiste işi bitince çıktı arkasından baktım kalçaları harikaydı anlamış olacak ki bana döndü ve öpücük attı aklım başımda değildi işi unutmuş onu nasıl sikeceğimi düşünüyordum. 10 dk sonra sms attı nasıl beğendin mi diye sordu. Beğenmek de laf mı kudurttun resmen beni dedim. ohh kuduuur diye cevap geldi. bak senin için iyi olmayacak dedim olmasın zaten dedi. Artık herşey tamamdır ama nerede sikeceğimi bulamadım hala. Akşam üzeri mesai bitimine bi saat kala arkadaşım rahatsızlanmış acil çıkması gerekiyormuş onun yerine bakmam gerekiyordu indim aşağı depo gibi bi yerdi kimse de uğramazdı pek. Aklıma hemen temizlikçi geldi sms attım nerdesin kaçabilirsen depoya gel dedim. 2 dakika içinde depoya geldi dünden hazımış zaten : Depoya gelince kapıyı kilitledim kolundan tutup duvara yasladım dudaklarımız kenetlenmiş ellerimiz boş durmuyor birbirimizi soyuyorduk yıllardır sevişmemiş aç kurt gibiydik gömleğinin düğmelerini açtım sütyeninin üstünden göğüslerini avuçladım kocaman ve sertti göğüsleri o da eliyle pantolunumun üstünden yarrağımı avuçluyordu duvara yapışık şekilde hala öpüşüyorduk bi onun dili benim ağzımda bir benim dilim onun ağzında resmen birbirimizi yiyorduk. bir elim gögüslerinde öteki pantolunun üstünde kalçalarında gezinirken o da benim fermuarımı açmış yarrağımı avucuna almıştı öperek göğüslerine indim zevkten dört köşe olmuş saçlarımı çekiştiriyordu ben de göğüs uçlarını ısırıp emerek daha fazla zevk veriyordum kadınıma. çok fazla inliyordu sonuçta iş yerindeydik her an birileri gelebilirdi daha fazla dayanamadım ve saçlarından çekerek aşağıya doğru indirdim kafasını hayal ettiği ve çok istediği yarrağım karşısındaydı artık eline aldı okşadı ben kendimi duvara yaslamış gözlerim kapalı anın tadını çıkartıyordum. kocasınınkini hiç ağzına almadığını filmlerde gördüğünü ve çok ağzına almayı çok istediğini söyledi benimki ilk olacaktı yani. önce kafasını öptü acemiliği belliydi sonra yarrağımı sıkarak her tarafına öpücükler kondurdu çok büyüüüük dedi (alışkındım bu tepkiye devam etmesini ve beni kudurtmasının cezasını çekeceğini söyledim. saçlarından tutup geri kaçmasını önledim ve yarrağımı ağzına sokmaya başladım daha yarısı bile girmemişti ağzına kafasını çekti ve derin nefes aldı manyak herif öldürecek misin beni diye kızdı ama kimin umrundaydı ki tekrar tuttum saçlarından yarrağımı ağzına sokmaya devam ettim yine yarısını sokmuşken eliyla beni itti bıraktım ben de artık kontrol ondaydı yarrağımı ağzına alıyor çıkartıp kafasını öpüyor sonra tekrar ağzına alıyordu göz göze geldiğimiz anlarda çok zevk aldığı belli oluyordu. yarrağım taş gibi olmuş artık o güzel amcığını sikme zamanı gelmişti ama yavaş olmalıydım çok bağırırsa yakalanabilirdik. elinden tutup ayağa kaldırdım ve duvara yasladım dudaklarını öptüm dilimle dilini ağzını yaladım emdim elim de bacaklarının arasında amcığına ulaşmaya çalışyordum pantolunun sıyırdım kırmızı bi tanga vardı üzerinde şeffaftı biraz dikkatli bakınca amcığının dudakları görülüyordu amın koklayıp öptüm ve dilimle ıslattım artık sikilmeye hazırdı amcığına dokundukça inliyordu hadi sik amımı diye yalvarırcasına konuşuyordu benmle fazla zamanımız kalmamıştı ben de dayanamazdım tangasını sıyırdım ve yarrağımı tutup amcığının hizasına getirdim gözlerinin içine bakarak dudaklarına yapıştım ve yarrağımı sıcacık amcığının dudaklarında dolaştırdım amcığının dudakları ıslanmış ve yarrağım da iiice ıslandıktan sonra yavaşşşşşça sokmaya başladım daha kafası bile girmeden çığlık attı ağzını kapatmak zorundaydım elimle ağzını kapadım ve girmeye devam etttim harikaydı sanki hiç sikilmemiş gibi dar ve sıcaktı santim santim ilerleyip geri çekiyor alıştırmaya çalışıyordum sanırım alışmıştı elimi çektim ağzından inlemeye başlamıştı gözgöze geldik harikasın dedi ben de öperek karşılık verdim artık yarrağım amcığının içindeydi kesinlikle çok sıcaktı ileri geri hareketlerim hızlanmış amcığının derinlerine girip çıkıyordum ikimiz de terlemiştik vucutlarımız ıslak loş ışığın altında süper bir manzara vardı bi bacağını omzuma doğru kaldırdım iyice girebilmek için off soktukça sokuyor inletiyordum kadınımı elleri belimde tırnakları sırtımı çiziyordu çok zevk aldığı titremelerinden anlaşılıyordu ayakta ve kollarımın arasında titrerken ben sikmeye devam ediyordum artık rahatça girip çıkabiliyordum amcığı oldukça ıslanmış kayganlaşmıştı. fakat yorulmuştum masaya yatırdım ve bacaklarını ayırıp omzuma aldım kafasını sokmamla beraber içinde amcığının içinde kaybolmuştu yarrağım köküne kadar sokup çıkartıyor zevkten uçuruyordum hızla girip çıkarken boşalacağımı anlamıştı hemen amcığından çıkardım ve ağzına verdim gırtlağına kadar soktum ve tüm tazyikiyle boşaldım spermlerimin hepsini yuttuğuna emindim yarrağımı çıkardım ağzından öpücükler kondurdu harikaydın erkeğim dedi nasıl doydun mu dedim evet amıma koydun ama götten de istiyorum dedi kocası çok istemesine rağmen ona hiç vermemiş temizlendik ve son defa ateşli öpüştükten sonra ayrıldık… bana sms attı teşekkür ediyordu kadınlığı tattırdığım için Artık kocası ben olmuştum fırsat buldukça depoda, ofiste odalarda evinde sikip doyuruyordum…
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