Lesbian

Brett saw the women's gazes meet in the mirror.

"I need to change my blouse before we go out," Pam announced. Without waiting for a response, Pam undid the top button. She paused, perhaps waiting for a protest from Jen. Seeing and hearing none, Pam proceeded to undo each button and shrug out of the blouse. Bare to the waist, she remained behind Jen, making no move to retrieve a replacement blouse.

Brett could see Jen nervously wet her lips. Her eyes had widened as she took in Pam's reflection.

"You like?" Pam murmured, cupping a breast.

Brett's breathing stopped as he watched Jen turn her head and flick her tongue out at the proffered breast.

"Nice, very nice." Pam smiled toward her husband sitting next to Brett. "Don't worry. We won't tarry. Sometimes things simply happen."

"Right," Rick groused. "Just don't get too carried away."

Pam bent over and nibbled on Jen's ear. "Do you truly need that bra? It really is a distraction."

Jen shook her head and stood. She reached for a button on her blouse.

"Let me," Pam said.

Brett watched Pam quickly and efficiently undo Jen's blouse. The front-clasped bra was next and then his wife's boobs sprang forth. They were at least a size larger than Pam's and they sagged a bit more, but they were gorgeous and he didn't feel a twinge of jealously when Pam dipped her head to suckle one.

Jen rose on her toes and held Pam tight. She rocked back and forth. Her jaw fell slack. One of Pam's hands disappeared under Jen's skirt.

Brett glanced quickly at Rick who had somehow freed his cock and was lightly skimming it as the dance between the women continued. Quickly, Brett did the same.

"Good God," Jen whimpered. "I'm going to come." She looked wildly about until her gaze settled on him.

He wasn't positive she could see anything through her orgasmic haze. It didn't matter. She knew he was there watching. "Go for it, Jen."

"Ride the wave, girl," Rick called out. "She's almost there, Pam."

 "Oh hell," Jen wailed. She thrust against Pam and then buckled.

A gust of wind rattled the windows and Martha slid farther under the covers. If it could get this nippy in early September, how would she manage January?

She’d check the furnace filters in the morning. And she’d better make certain the wood yard held plenty of firewood to last the winter. She’d have to get advice about that. She had no idea how much would be enough.

Natalie might know. Daniel Ford would certainly know. She turned over again and fluffed her pillow back up. The nerve of him, to be watching her when she hadn’t even been aware of his presence!

She didn’t doubt he could wield an axe handily. She shivered. Maybe she should’ve done more research before buying the place. Perhaps she should look into getting one of those cute gas fire places.

She needed to stay warm in the winter, and she wasn’t about to flee back to civilization any time soon. It had taken all her gumption and most of her inheritance to buy Purgatory Point; she wasn’t about to give up because of a chill in the air.

That decided, she closed her eyes and welcomed the drifting sensations of dozing.

He’d have strong hands. She’d have soft hands. Dan’s fingers. Natalie’s fingers. As if from a distance, Martha recognized her own soft moans. Her loins ached. It was an old ache, yet a familiar ache.

Her nipples pebbled and strained against the flannel gown. Fingers brushed against her inner thigh. She squeezed her legs tightly together, trapping them.

Whose fingers? Hers? His? Natalie’s? She was dreaming. She knew she was. She had to be dreaming. She let herself sink farther into the darkness.

“That a girl,” came a soothing whisper penetrating her fuzzy brain. “You’re a passionate woman. Let it out. Cherish your passion. Let me help. Let me touch you.”

“Natalie?” Martha whispered, unable to awaken.

A soft chuckle answered. “Not this time. Maybe later if you allow yourself. Now let me help you.”

The pressure of fingertips on her thigh matched the pressure building behind her loins. Her brow furrowed as another set of fingers caressed her taut nipples still protected by flannel. “Oh,” she moaned. She tensed and then relaxed. The fingers on her thigh slid upward to where she burned the hottest.

Martha bit down on her lower lip as a finger seeking more heat found it. She gasped and lurched up and down, helping to seat the intruder in her sex. “This can’t be happening,” she moaned, widening her thighs.

“But it is. You’re not pretending it isn’t, are you?”

Martha hesitated. The finger stopped its exploring. She shook her head in response to the question and to her overwhelming desire. She wasn’t even certain what she wanted, but she wanted with her entire body.

A mouth settled over the flannel that covered a breast. “Good God,” Martha whimpered. She heard laughter and then the magic emanating from her vagina overtook her. The finger deep inside moved incessantly. Martha shook. She didn’t know which would explode first, her head or her loins.

“God help me!” she screamed as her need, fulfilled, overflowed.

Exhausted, Martha shook herself awake. Her dream had been as vivid as a nightmare, but she wouldn’t deceive herself labeling it as such. It had been too incredible for that. She hugged herself trying to quiet her still trembling flesh.

She’d orgasmed before, but… She threw an arm across her forehead. This one had been so explosive. So simple, and yet overwhelmingly complex. She shook her head. Since when had she become an analyst of orgasms?

Her nipples still tingled. Tentatively, she brushed a hand against a breast. Her eyes flew wide open and she started to a sitting position. The flannel covering her breast was sodden. She slid a hand between her legs. Wet. “Good grief,” she murmured to the night, “what is happening to me?”

I positioned her back directly in front of the mattress. "Be a good girl. Stand right here and don't move." I took off my tee shirt, then my jeans. The bra was next and I wiggled my bare breasts at her. I slowly slid out of my bikini-floss undies and ran my hands up her thighs. One of my hands stopped at her crotch, the other hand, lightly brushed against her stomach making her muscles quiver under my touch.

I pressed my naked body against her and gave us a gentle push. Tamara tumbled backward onto the mattress and I fell on top of her, thrusting my loins against her naked body. Passionately kissing her neck, I ran my hand down to her pussy, sliding my fingers through her wet and swollen lips. She thrust her hips up and I moved my hand with her, keeping my touch just slightly out of her reach. As her hips went down, my hand followed. I would not let her escape my teasing touch so easily. Straddling across her waist, my tongue teasing her cleavage, I stopped momentarily to feel her nipple grow and stiffen at my touch. Tamara moaned. She's never liked her breasts played with, but I love the feel of her hard nipple burrowed in my mouth. I knew not to linger on her breast for too long, or she'd start getting agitated. Caressing my tongue down her stomach, her muscles flinched at my delicate touch. I checked her hands to make sure she hadn't broken free of her bonds. "You're so good," I whispered and then bit her belly. Hard.

"Huh ha." She moaned through the knotted invader in her mouth as she squirmed under me.

My tongue found her curly pubic hair and I smelled the irresistible sweet scents that belong to her. I slipped my tongue past her soft clump of fur and flicked her clit. She raised her hips to meet me, and I pulled away, moving my tongue back up the same path I had followed down--up her stomach, past her chest and up to her neck. Frustrated, she dropped her hips on the mattress. I slowly rubbed my wet puss against hers, teasing her with my fingertips and gently kissing her neck. Nuzzling into her neck, I continued the deliberate tease feeling her nub swell underneath my fingers.

She moaned raising her hips higher and another slippery wave drenched my fingers.

"Don't move," I ordered while gently nibbling on her neck.

She raised her hips to me, in a skewed way she considered this begging.

"Shh…" I bit her neck harder and rammed three fingers deep inside her. "I said don't move."

Her eyes turned black. I now dealt with her vampire, but she obeyed. She didn't move, but clenched her jaw so hard I thought she would break a fang. I slid my nakedness over her and finger-fucked her as if I wanted to touch every part, every muscle and every organ inside her. I took her to the edge of orgasm and waited for that one moment I knew she would start to come. That will be when her hip thrusts, change from a steady rhythm to a sporadic, holding her hips up in the air and giving a couple of short quick thrusts.

Finally, I sank my fangs deep into her soft neck. As my teeth broke her skin, two things happened. She screamed and wildly bucked her hips and I drowned in the delightful taste of her orgasm. It takes restraint to keep from bleeding your partner during sex. The chemical reactions that sex causes also change the smells and tastes of the body making them sweeter, almost addicting. One thing I had forgotten was how much I enjoyed taking a dominant role and having her obey my wishes. No matter how mean or ruthless she is to everyone else, give me a few minutes alone with her, and Ms. Nasty is obeying my every command and…loving it. "Did I say you could cum?" I moved my hand away from her.

Tamara shook her head.

"Then why did you?"

She lifted her hips to meet my touch.

I ignored her futile begging.

Getting me out of my pants, she stared at me with wide eyes. "I had forgotten how beautiful you are," she mumbled while softly caressing the inside of my thigh. 

I needed her hand to travel up my thigh and claim everything about me. I needed to feel our bodies close and feel the passion burn between us. More than anything else, I needed to know that she would be all right. Her fingers brushed my pubic hair and I had to fight back my tears. Would this be the last time we could make love? Would we ever be able to have a normal life again? Regardless, I couldn't let my unrestrained emotions ruin our time together. If anything, I would drown myself in finding a way to fix her ailment. 

Her soft caress ripped my attention back to where I had longed to be for so long, naked in her arms. Her touch burned me with a passion that threatened to swallow me and hold me captive. I craved to feel her inside me, filling and claiming me with her essence. Collectively, our hands found each other's wetness while our lips pressed closer together feeling as if our bodies were became one and our souls embraced to unite our inseparable bond.

Slowly, I slid a finger deep inside her, pushing my way through her tightness. She moaned, raising her hips. Feeling her surrounding pleasure tightening and hugging my finger, my wetness swelled. 

"Oh God." She moaned and slid her finger inside me. "You're so wet," she exclaimed as her lips found their way to my neck. 

A moment of concern stopped my enjoyment. Would she recognize me or would she be as brutal with me as she had been with the others? Her tongue inched its way up my neck and I relaxed, falling back into the sexual offerings she promised. I would give myself completely, even if it meant my existence.

Teasing my warm, blood-engorged lips, her touch felt different. It was softer, more delicate, more human and yet, immensely more addictive. 

Softly nibbling my neck, a wave of ecstasy flooded my senses. I would do anything to reach the euphoric release she dangled in my grasp. 

"Fuck me," she ordered. 

Sliding another finger deep inside her, her juices escaped, enveloping my fingers and I craved her taste. Pulling out of her, I licked her sweetness from my fingers, savoring each drop, allowing her taste to penetrate my taste buds. 

Licking my fingers dry, I rammed them back inside her, sliding in and out repetitively. Her body froze. 

"Stop," she begged. "Or I'll come." 

That's what I wanted to hear, but I wanted to taste her while she came. I quickly rolled her onto her back and ran my tongue down her sleek body, tasting every bit of her exposed flesh, past her cleavage and over her nipple, where I lingered just a little too long, commanding it to stiffen and grow while I suckled it. I continued my path down her stomach, sunk my face into her public hair and then parted her lips, stumbling onto her hard, swollen clit and took it between my teeth, while my tongue gingerly caressed it.  

Tamara moaned wildly.  

Carefully maneuvering my body over hers, she raised her head, reaching for my own wetness. Lowering myself on to her mouth, anticipated desire soared through me as her tongue greeted my eager nub and my world exploded into a frenzy of unbound pleasures. Pressing my face against her hot pussy, I reamed my tongue around the opening of her cunt. She grasped for air and followed my lead, teasing my opening. 

Exploring every part of her secret abyss, I caressed her folds, slowly working my way to her ass. Pressing against her tight hole, she clenched her muscles tighter, the tip of my finger fighting for entry into her dark tunnel. My tongue lapped up her juices, distracting her attempts to keep me out. I slid inside, feeling her warmth waiting for me, caressing me. As she clamped down on my finger, I quickly pressed my mouth against her engorged lips, forming a tight seal over her pussy and sucked until the sweet liquor of her pleasure drowned my senses.

 I pushed her back. “Wait a minute.” I reached into my beach bag and pulled out a leather harness. Giving her a sheepish smile, I said, “I’d like to see what you can do with this.”

Her eyes lit up and she met my smile with her own impish grin. I kissed her passionately as I unzipped and pulled her pants off. My tongue tasted every inch of her hard muscular belly. I slipped the harness on her and snapped the buckles, situating it perfectly over her crotch. I knelt down and took her new cock in my mouth. Slowly, I stroked it to make sure she could feel the base hitting her clit. Her eyes rolled up and her lips parted slightly as she met my gentle thrusts. I guided her to the throne and sat her down. Sliding it deeper into my mouth, I pressed down on her cock, knowing it would excite her even more.

I took one of her hands and strapped it to the throne armrest as I worked her dick further into my mouth. She looked down at me and I pressed her cock harder against her nub. Her eyes rolled and she leaned her head back, arching her body. I took her other hand and pulled it through the leather strap on the opposite armrest. Pulling the strap tight, I raised my head and ran my tongue up her belly to her neck. The throne was wide enough that I knelt directly over her while I nibbled her soft skin.

My sundress draped across her, shielding us from prying eyes. Then I moved my neck close to her mouth. A tease. I let her tongue touch my skin. More teasing. I had learned a few things working at the Center—vampires and men are alike. They are easily worked by an experienced hand and I intended to work Tamara tonight. I moved my neck closer to her tongue, encouraging her to feel the hard, steady pulse of my artery beat. She opened her mouth and I pulled away, “Uh-uh. Not yet…first you fuck me, then you taste me.”

She raised her hips, pushing her stiff cock against me, but it slid past my cunt and stopped at my ass. I raised my hips. “That hole is for another day,” I cautioned as I stroked her eager cock back to my waiting cunt and slid it inside me.

I mounted her. Wiggling, I took every inch, making sure she felt me. With each of her up-thrusts, I pushed down, driving the base harder against her swollen tip. Her fingers dug into the armrest and I quickened my momentum, wiggling the base, heightening her sexual intensity. She arched her back. I knew she was close. I stopped, sitting perfectly still on her lap. I kissed her cheek and my sweat ran down her face, gleaming in the candlelight. She had never looked so beautiful and so distraught. She opened her mouth and I kissed her lips. “I am the keeper of your pleasure,” I said, squirming in her lap.

Her eyes rolled back.

“Look at me,” I commanded, but she resisted. “Look at me.”

Finally, she obeyed. “Bid me your blood,” she pleaded.

 Jaz soaped up my hair, massaged my scalp and then pulled me into the water flow and into her arms. As the shampoo ran out of my hair, our lips met and her embrace tightened around my waist. Her hand followed the path of the soapy water until it reached my butt cheek, giving it a little squeeze. Slippery and wet, she rubbed her breasts against my chest. Her nipples grew harder with every pass. I reached between her legs, my hand palm up and fondled her crotch. She dropped her head on my shoulder, sinking her teeth into me as she held back a cry. The hot steam rose around us, enveloping me in its warmth while her bite captivated my senses, encouraging my sadistic side to emerge. I had all but forgotten what it was like to be with another experienced vampire. We loved pain and we loved to bite.

I gripped her hair and pressed her face into my shoulder. I wanted to relish the sting of her fangs for as long as possible. I forcibly drove three fingers deep inside her cunt, and she bit harder. Tendrils of pleasure latched onto every nerve, and I spiraled into a passionate frenzy. Alice moved rapidly as I turned and slammed Jaz's back against the wall where she once stood. Jaz moaned, released her bite and then filled me with her fingers, compelling my tightened muscles to give way.

As the hot water beat on my back, Jaz continued to fuck me, unrelentingly, driving her fingers into me, adding more fervor to each new stroke than the last. My knees had threatened to buckle. I knew I would come if I didn't stop her. At the same time that I grabbed her wrist, pushing her arm down forcing her fingers out of me, I latched my teeth onto her shoulder, maneuvered my back against the shower wall and jutted my fangs into her flesh. She moaned and her knees gave. I held her tightly against my body with one arm clasped around her waist. My other hand invaded her wetness while I dug my fangs deeper and drank from her shoulder. Suddenly, the hot water turned to a cold spray. As I gripped Jaz by the waist and threw her out of the shower, I saw Alice moving her hand away from the faucet handle. I hissed and grabbed the back of Alice's head, getting a handful of her hair in my grasp.

"You were draining her," Alice pleaded in self-defense.

"She is mine to do with as I please," I snarled, then yanked her head back exposing and biting her neck. Careful only to take a small amount of blood from her, I forced her mouth to my already healing shoulder and made her taste my blood.

She kicked my leg under the table, smiled at Frenchy, and pulled a small, thin, rectangular box from her purse, casually laying it on the table. They exchanged a knowing nod between them. He smiled and left.

"Why are we at a table for four?" I asked apprehensively.

"I have a surprise, and I suggest that you be on your best behavior tonight." She tapped the box. "I'll not warn you again."

I leaned over the table. Oh yeah, it shifted again and I stared directly into her eyes. "Warn me about what?"

She comfortably leaned back in her seat. "Your condescending tone."

"My condescending tone?" I repeated.

"Good evening," the server announced approaching the table. "May I start you off with something to drink? Perhaps a house wine?" he offered.

"Yes, I'll have a bottle of 1978 Romanée Conti."

If he knew anything about wine, I knew that asking for this 1500.00-dollar bottle of wine would shut him up. If he didn't, he would surely have taken extra time finding out what I was asking for. Just as I suspected, the lost look on his face told me, he didn't have a clue.

"Go find me someone who knows what I'm asking for." I chuckled as I waved him off. Emma would soon find out that I was not out of my league in this little game she was playing.

"I warned you about your attitude." She shook her head in a disappointing way, picking up the little box and resting her finger on a small button. She looked at me. "Do try to contain yourself," she said as she pressed the button and the object nestled securely inside me, jumped to life.

At first, the jolt started me. I jerked, knocking over the pristine water glass soaking the linen tablecloth and drowning the rosemary baked bread housed in its custom basket. The small quake inside me rallied all my desires and I felt my juices escape. I wanted nothing more than to reach my hand down my own pants and relieve the intense pressure consuming my groin. I leaned back onto the chair with a satisfied smile on my face. I loved feeling horney with Marie. There was something about sexual cravings physically building and gnawing at me that enhanced the out of body experience I shared with her, but this wasn't Marie. It was my therapist playing a sadistically cruel sexual game. Panic set in when I realized that we hadn't even ordered our meals yet. I was at her mercy.

She smiled then tapped the button and the bullet went still.

"Know that you got your one and only warning about what was to come. Next time…" She raised a brow. "…I expect you to control yourself better than you just did."

She looked up at the Harris brothers. "Why don't you and Neal come on down here, Bob? I think you guys might be the best ones for Livie to start things rolling with! She can work her way up to Nick and then Terry, you know?"

Bob and Neal Harris obviously had no problem with being the first ones to sample cute little Olivia's charms. They were on the floor in an instant, looking at Judy for direction.

"Just kneel here, by her head, Bob," Judy whispered. "Neal, why don't you get in between our young cutie's long, beautiful legs and mount up! She plenty wet already!"

Livie was shivering with nervousness and excitement beneath Judy's stroking fingers as the guys quickly moved into place. Judy kissed her on the lips and then gently turned Livie's pretty face toward Bob Harris' big, hard dick.

"Just give it a little licking first, sweetie," Judy urged her. "And then open those little lips up and give him a nice suck, okay?

Before Olivia could answer, Judy bent low over the girl's aroused nipples and kissed both of them. Livie moaned and pushed her chest upward as Judy began to suck the left one hungrily and Neal Harris started rubbing his engorged cockhead all over Olivia's pussy mouth, smearing it thoroughly with her hot oil!

"Unnnggghhh! Oh, Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Livie moaned as her breast jerked under Judy's expert sucking and Neal's rock-like prickhead massaged her swollen clitty!

"Jesus, what a sweet little piece!" Neal sighed, pushing forward with his hips, the tip of his cock nudging through Livie's tight little cunny mouth and disappearing down inside! "God, her pussy is so hot and tight, Judy|!"

Livie moaned even louder as she felt herself being penetrated in front of all these people! She opened her mouth to sigh again and was instantly greeted by Bob's fat cockhead sliding in between her moist lips!

Olivia Benson emitted a tiny mewl of lust and gave in to the raging sensations Judy's mouth was causing on her sensitive tits and Neal's prick was stirring within her pierced cunny! She worked her hips against Neal, forcing another two or three inches of stiff cock into her overflowing slit and hunched her chest up off the carpet, pushing almost all of her smallish mound into Judy's sucking lips!

"Oh, man! She's tonguin' my dick like crazy now!" Bob gasped, feeding another inch into the sucking, licking redhead's mouth!

"Give it to her, Bobby!" Terry said eagerly. "It looks to me like that little filly is a gal after my own heart! She don't mind suckin' a little cock when the occasion calls for it!"

Bob seemed to agree. He reached down and tilted Livie's face up a little more and began fucking his cock in and out of it as if it were a second pussy!

 But before she could even start to act upon that thought, she was amazed to find her hands entwined in his shaggy, brownish-blond locks, drawing him in tighter as their tongues continued their hot, thrusting duel. Her fingers seemed to have moved up there on their own, and her breath was becoming shorter and harder to catch by the second.

He released her face and threw his arms around her, breaking off the kiss and pulling her tightly into his embrace. She gasped as she felt her nipples, suddenly erect and prominent as a pair of pencil erasers, poking out against the soft fabric of her sports bra and rubbing against his muscular chest.

On the edge of panic, she resolved once more to tell him no, that this was enough. She was going to call that cab and go home like a good girl, right now, before anything more happened. She really was!

But, as she opened her mouth to tell him that, Nick picked that very moment to once again press his open mouth over hers. And then his tongue was twirling all around hers once more, and she was having trouble breathing again. Her panties suddenly felt incredibly wet, his fingers were brushing against the eyehooks holding her sports bra closed, and then, before she could react, it was open!

“Ummm!” she protested weakly.

But it really was too late now, she realized, shocked at her own reaction.

Because when he unlocked her hands from around his neck and gently pushed them down into her lap so that he could completely skim off her bra, she made no protest at all; no move to stop him. As he bent forward and repositioned her hands back around his neck, she not only left them there, she actually found herself pulling him softly to her, urging his lips down onto her bare nipples, craving the feel of his hot, wet tongue on her sensitive pink points.

“God! You have the most perfect breasts!” he whispered, his tongue tip caressing just the very tip of her left nipple in a teasing, maddeningly light way that sent a shiver of pure lust pulsing from her breast straight down to her untouched clit.

“Oh, yes! Oh, God, you’re driving me crazy!” she whispered back, again amazed at the intensity, the speed of her own arousal.

She wasn’t ever like this! She rarely spoke during sex with David! She barely made any sound at all most nights when they made love! What was happening to her? Was it Nick? Was it his incredible good looks, his ultra-confident manner? Or was it simply the forbidden thrill she was experiencing from this unplanned tryst with such a gorgeous stranger?

He chuckled softly, his enjoyment of her hot response readily apparent in his playful blue eyes. He seemed to be in no hurry.

Sliding off the couch, he knelt in front of her. He pulled her toward him a little more so that his head was now level with her bare breasts.

 His tongue moved to her right nipple and grazed it lightly; as he had the left, his right hand moving up to cup and gently squeeze her whole left orb while he teased her right.

“Oh, please,” She moaned aloud once more. “Please, suck my nipples! Suck them hard!”

Twisting her body on the couch, she attempted to push her burning nipple past her lover’s teasing tongue and into his lips. She was on fire with shame at her sudden wanton behavior with a total stranger, and yet she couldn’t find the will to escape the incredible heat this man ignited in her. It struck her that she had waited her entire twenty-six years to feel this level of white-hot need and, now that she did, she wasn’t going to be denied.

“My…my…tits!” she heard herself demand, using a word she never used. “Suck my hot tits!”

“Oh, I will. I’ll suck ‘em until you scream for mercy, honey,” he assured her, his voice husky with need.

“But a pair of beauties like these…a body like yours…” He shook his head admiringly, a leer stealing over his handsome face. “I need to take my time. I need to eat you up slowly…to savor you like a gourmet meal.”

He winked at her and lapped at her throbbing right nipple briefly before continuing. “I need to make you beg for it, then make you come so hard you pass out from the pleasure!”

Her clit throbbed at the very thought of that. Oh, yes! Oh, please, dear God, yes! Let him do all of THAT to me, please!

His eyes never leaving hers, the confident man released his hold on her breast and shoved his hand and arm under her legs on the couch. He slid his left arm behind her, cradling her unresisting body into his chest as he got to his feet. He lifted her easily and carried her into the bedroom in a few quick strides, gently depositing her crosswise at the foot of his enormous bed

“Now, little Miss Judy,” he whispered, dropping once more to his knees on the soft carpet and leaning over her at the end of the bed. “Let’s just see what we can do about that orgasm I promised you.”

With the pants at my ankles, her hand ran up my leg, moving swiftly. I was terribly wet down there and when her fingers began to probe my pussy, they were immediately slick. The initial contact from her touch sent a wild bolt of electricity through my body and it wasn’t going away. My senses were blurred; eyes unable to focus and I lost the capacity to think. My body slumped against the couch, breaking the kiss and her lips found my neck.

Her fingers danced about my sex, probing inward and teasing my clit, drawing me further along the path of release. I was trembling, breathing heavily, lost within her and unable to do anything but enjoy her ability to draw so much out of me with just a touch. And then, she began to rub my clit with earnest and I could no longer control myself.

First, it was a moan but quickly, I began to gasp with louder groans, my hands holding onto the couch as though it were a lifeline. More and more pleasure congested in my body, building toward my head like being submersed in water, I had to hold my breath… My eyes snapped open wide and I let out a cry of pleasure as waves of orgasm splashed through my system, tearing away my energy with every ebb of sexual release that flowed from my soul.

Sophia slowed as I did and finally pulled her fingers away, reaching to pull me close to her. Eyes closed, I cuddled against her, happier than I’d ever been in my entire life. I never imagined a person could feel so wonderful. I think I finally figured out why people get hooked on drugs. If it was anything like this kind of pleasure then I was certainly an addict.

“There, there.” Sophia cooed, kissing my forehead. “Darling Natasha… there’s a lot left to learn about yourself. This is just the beginning. I promise you’re in for a long ride.”

Perhaps that’s the point that I should’ve become concerned. Rapture can really cloud one’s judgment.

"My name is Myra and I wish to pursue you. I offer you gifts in declaration of this intention."

"You wish to pursue me?" Lilly asked, incredulous.

"Yes, my intentions are to give you everything you desire." Myra spoke in a calm mater-of-fact way that made Lilly nervous.

"In exchange for what? My soul?" Lilly said with a laugh, Myra's uncomfortable look made the sound end on a choke, the temperature once again rising in the car. "What are you?"

"What I am is compl. What is not complicated is my desire for you. It was instantaneous and fierce. I want you for my own and I offer in return everything you could ever desire."

"I don't--"

"Do not deny me without first experiencing what it is that I offer you. You have seen only part of what I can do for you."

"The men?" she asked, not sure if she wanted the answer.

"They did not deserve to live, I heard you call for their deaths and I delivered as you asked. You only have to ask and anything else will be yours as well."

Myra's words were so heartfelt and urgent Lilly wasn't sure what to think. It couldn't possibly be true, yet how else could she explain the odd happenings lately.

"The money in my mother's account?"

"You were so worried and it seemed to be easily fixed."

Myra reached out a hand and stroked Lilly's cheek. Her hand was warm and soft, her touch gentle and caring. Lilly was helpless to deny the ache of longing she felt. She wanted, needed, to be cared for as Myra was offering.

"Let me take you to my home. Let me show you what I offer and if you decide it is not what you want, then I won't force you to stay. You will always have the freedom to choose."

Lilly closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of Myra's hand as it traveled up her bare leg and thigh, leaving a burning trail of desire leading straight to her too-long neglected core. Lilly sucked in a sharp breath as Myra's nails scraped over the thin material covering her crotch. Her breath was sultry against Lilly's cheek.

"Will you come with me, Lilly?"

Down, down she goes, fingers probing. I know I’m gushing, drenched. I’m fat. She seems not to notice, finds my clitoris and presses gently. I am ready to erupt from my skin.

Her fingers wrap around my butt, move around like a white eel, squeeze. I groan, groan again, I feel her lips on mine, her warm breath. Her skin is like satin, so thin, barely wrapped around her muscles and bones. I have never felt anything so beautiful in my life.

Kisses again. Her breathing is swelling. One more kiss, then an adjustment to now steaming water, throwing steam out, beading on her white skin. She turns, smiles at me and curls a finger to my eyes. I obey. I’d lose twenty pounds if she asked me to and would have my lips sewn together if that would make her happy. I’d do anything, everything, just to receive one more kiss, one more touch, one more pungent gasp of breath cruising from those lips, warming my neck, burning my soul as they do.

Shower adjustments aim the water tendrils away as she sets me down. Then, like a prank-filled kid, sprays me, head to un-pedicured toes. Now, water and sex bring giggles from her, then me. Then she is kneeling before me—soap, razor, smiles, mischief in her eyes. I can’t seem to breath, and my eyes simply cannot blink as she soaps me, leans in, kisses me, mumbles something. I’m fair, like her anyways, so she shaves every hair from my cunt like she owns it, which she does.

Bath time doesn’t seem to be on her mind, so she stands and I gasp seeing the space between her thighs. She’s one of those girls, so thin nothing touches. I can see every vein pushing against her white skin. I almost orgasm just peeking from her toe to her face, nothing so marvelous have I seen before.

Adjusting the spray, she kneels before me, green bottle eyes just inches away, pouting, white teeth biting those lips, pink tongue edged and pulsing as she wraps her fingers around the back of my head, pulls me in and lights a kiss along my lips. Tongue on tongue, lips on lips, gentle, probing, breathing increasing. She is not rough. There are girls like that. Everything about her is so miniature—hands, fingers, tongue, body. Except her eyes and so-full lips. They’re perfect. The kisses go on and on, as do her fingers along my spine and rump.

My breasts are large, one of the good things left from the younger me. She has none almost. As they meet, press bodies against bodies, and then, as if she knows, she moves away, not far, takes a breast and touches it sweetly. I see her body shudder as she takes a nipple between her lips, presses, then closes her eyes and grips it nice with her teeth. My body trembles as a semi-orgasm ripples through it.

We’re in suspended animation for some moments, then she breaks away, kisses me again, and with fingers like kite tails, she turns me. I’m on my fat hands and knees. I feel my belly, the folds creasing. I’m never comfortable with my body, but she is. I love her for that, whoever the fuck she is.

I’ve had rough sex before and liked the carnal stages of it, but she is different. She is slow, gentle, almost sweet and kind. Now I feel her soaped hands washing my back, my butt, my anus, a single finger. I begin to shake and moan. She moans. I have never been so clean since a child when my mother bathed me in our tub. Then I feel pressure, her fingers are pressed against the opening of my vagina.

I gulp, wheeze, my back arches as it tingles in pleasure. She pushes her fingers into me. To the knuckles. “Oh my God,” I whisper, glad there is water, mine and the shower everywhere, masking my orgasm as I bow my chin to my collarbones, almost weeping from her touch.

Time moves right along as she uses her lips, tongue and fingers on me. Deep, not so deep and I orgasm. Then, at its epicenter, she simply slides her tiny fist inside of me and it is so gentle. I begin to dream as I feel it deep, struck as deep as it might ever go. I orgasm again, tears and unfamiliar sounds spilling from my throat and past my vibrato lips.

Releasing me, she pulls her fist from my cunt, turns me and, seeing that I am weeping, crawls upon my knees, straddles me, wraps her legs around my waist, then her hands around my head as my arms wrap around her body. Kisses, lips, tongues again. Steam and water blast everywhere around us. Her tongue plunges deep into my mouth, seeking, I presume, wanting, I hope, as my tongue mates with hers and we kiss for what in my mind is forever, though that is only my own way of seeing this remarkable moment.

Totally in charge, she morphs, breaks away and stands. I gasp again, for the whiteness of her body almost hurts my eyes as she extends tendril fingers to me, which I take as she helps me struggle to my feet, holds me so I do not collapse, then waits. She is a patient Queen Bitch, so caring I do not know if I could ever be with a callous man again. Their skin, from this moment on, would always feel as sandpaper and hurt silhouetted against the memory of her skin, my skin for a moment, this I know.

She leads me naked from the shower and there it looms, the bedroom, which she leads me into. I am, for the moment, a Goddess, a selected pleasure prize for a Queen so elegant, so mesmerizing and sexual I still don’t believe any of it is real. On the bed now, she nears, sits, leans and kisses me. Yes it is real. So very fucking real.

The mischievous and provocative strut of the small yet well-proportioned frame diverted the eyes of males from whatever they were doing and swelled tiny green monsters of envy in those of women. Her pert bum, slender figure and fresh young breasts were constantly drawing attention. During adolescence, Becky had discovered the power of her body and learnt the art of dressing it.

She knew how good she looked approaching the counter. Aware of the tiny clicking noise her heels created on the painted concrete floor that followed her, each click causing her heart’s flutter at the deviousness of plan, the potential new addition to her collection. The deliberate swing of her hips as she walked, making the pleated fabric of her short red skirt perched tightly on her waist sway with the movement of them, while the fitted cotton vest remained stationery, clinging to the flesh of her frame.

Reaching the counter, excitement growing as she watched the guy behind nearly burst the seams of his boiler suit as he attempted to flex his arm muscles in a natural unobvious movement, her ribcage was still, offering no outward sign of the adrenaline fuelled racing heart within.

Inside Melinda's office, I pulled a spare chair to the space she had indicated, between her desk and a giant pot of a tall gardenia magnifica in full creamy-flowered bloom. I sat down on the chair and quickly began to set up the laptop. Glancing up, I saw Melinda stretching away from me over her desk to turn the telephone to speaker mode. Unconsciously, my eyes followed the line of her back to the curve of her tidy derriere--how often have films featured those gratuitous shots of this admirable part of the female anatomy and how often did women compare these ideal pieces to their own?

I could not help but admire my boss' cute ass, cupped by those snugly fitting pants. Feeling embarrassed at this, I cast my eyes downward. As Melinda was leaning forward, the hem of her left pant leg had lifted to give a sneak glimpse at a petite, black tattoo on her ankle. It was a stylised symbol of what I made out to be some kind of sinuous animal. Perhaps a snake with a rattle as big as its head or perhaps be a double-headed serpent?

As she made to sit down, the hem of her pant leg re-covered the tattoo and I hurriedly looked up to meet her glance as someone on the other end spoke through the phone.

Collette thrust against Julia ardently as she finished her off, all the while standing before the younger woman barefoot, barely clothed and alluringly vulnerable--knowing it, and taking full advantage of her ebbing mastery before Julia recovered. She slid her palms over Julia's heaving chest, guiding the low neckline of the woman's camisole downward to reveal her gorgeous breasts, hungrily tonguing the erect nipples she found before gradually sinking to her knees. She lifted the hem of Julia's shirt to tongue the woman's navel. With her arms wrapped around her thighs, she kissed her midsection. Then lower still, explicitly announcing her future intentions, revealing what a beautiful, lethal thing just the idea of a woman's tongue inside another woman is, especially to the woman on the receiving end.

"Vous êtes magnifique," Collette whispered softly in awe of Julia's beauty, rising to her feet once more to hold the exhausted woman upright, forgetting the younger woman didn't speak French, or perhaps sensing that Julia already knew she was magnificent regardless of the language corroborating the fact.

Julia's eyes, with a hazed, fluttering, faraway shroud that ensues any young woman's orgasm, but especially one that comes from another beautiful woman, reached for Collette with their blueness, bathing her with an expression that all but melted the clothes from her body.

 

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Julia took Collette's hand and drew the woman's fingers to her own mouth, biting, licking, tasting herself before Collette, too, took her share, both still hungry afterward and finding nourishment in each other's lips.

"I want you, Collette--" Julia gasped as they finally broke their kiss to breathe, repeating herself in octaves that grew softer with each I want you, her tormented face admitting the want transcended any simple needs of her body. She placed her trembling palms upon Collette's hips as if to pull her inside. "God forgive me. I know you're a woman, but I do, I--"

Her penetrating eyes unnerved Ana. She wanted to break the gaze, but felt mesmerized by those big blue eyes. Her thoughts took her to places she had no right to roam as she again imagined her lips on Kelsey's full ones. She ached to run her fingers through Kelsey's hair to touch her soft skin and to feel that smooth flesh against her own. "What makes you presume I'm lonely?" Her face reddened. "There's a difference between being lonely and wanting to be alone," she said firmly.

"Yes, there is, but I think that you and I fit in the category of being lonely." She continued to peer at her. "I know that I don't like being lonely and I doubt that you do either." She tapped her fingertips on her leg. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think I am. You are lonely, aren't you, Ana?"

Ana looked at the long slender fingers on Kelsey's small delicate hand. She yearned to hold her hand to feel the softness of it against her cheek. She couldn't let Kelsey know her true feelings, how she dreaded leaving her bed each morning, how sometimes she wished never to awaken to another long day. The weekdays weren't so bad, but the weekends were almost unbearable. Could she tell her how often she cried herself to sleep? No, she couldn't tell her any of those things. "Do you always make assumptions of someone you barely know?" she asked hoarsely.

Sara frowned. Tess couldn’t control herself when an opportunity to slam Joey presented itself. She stared hard at her. “You promised.”

Tess held up a hand. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” she softly said. “Why haven’t you ever told me about this fantasy of his?”

Sara blushed. “I don’t know. It’s…I’m telling you now.”

Tess’s eyes narrowed. “What’s up? I’ve never seen you blush like this before.” Her eyebrows knitted together. “What’s he want…a nudie of you or something?” she suspiciously asked.

Sara nervously cleared her throat. “No, Joey wants to watch me make love with another woman.” There she’d said it. She nervously awaited her friend’s reaction.

Tess’s jaw dropped. “He wants you to do what? I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”

“You heard me.” She looked into Tess’s eyes, but could see nothing beyond the shock registered there.

“I hope you told him that you’d never—”

Sara held up a slender finger. “Yes, I did—several times. That’s why he’d never expect it.”

Tess’s eyes widened. “You’re going to do it?”

She nodded. “A lot of guys love watching women making love to each other.”

“What would Joey say if you asked him to make love to another man so you could watch?”

She grimaced. “I wouldn’t want to see anything like that. Besides Joey would think I was sick for mentioning it.”

“But it’s okay for you to do it.”

“I don’t personally know of any women who would want to see their husbands screwing another man. It’s just different for men.” She threw her hands up. “I can’t explain it. It’s just a guy thing.”

“Isn’t that cheating? You’d be sleeping with someone else.”

“Not in Joey’s opinion because he doesn’t see two women making love as cheating.”

Tess arched an eyebrow. “Well, if I was in a committed relationship, I sure as hell would be livid if my partner was with someone else and I wouldn’t dream of asking someone I love to make love to another person for my viewing pleasure. Still, cheating is cheating whether it’s a heterosexual or homosexual relationship.”

“If Joey doesn’t honestly believe it’s cheating and he’s okay with it, then as far as I’m concerned, it’s okay. I think whatever the two people in a relationship agree to, makes it all right.”

“How is it okay for you? You’re only doing it to please him. What are you getting out of it? Have you considered how you’ll feel afterward?”

She lowered her eyes. “No, I didn’t think that far ahead.”

“Can you feel comfortable enough to not only make love to a woman, but to do it in front of your husband?”

“No, that’s why I thought you could give me some pointers,” she admitted.

Tess laughed. “Pointers?”

Sara’s face flamed. She felt like she was on fire. She looked timidly at Tess. She couldn’t tell whether she was angry or hurt. She wished she wouldn’t have confided in her, but it was hard not to. She’d shared all of her secrets with Tess since they were five years old.

“Just because I happen to be a lesbian doesn’t mean I can teach you how to make love to another woman. It’s natural for me just like making love to a man is for you. I only make love with women I’m attracted to and who are attracted to me. Maybe some people can just jump in the sack with anyone, but I’m not that way. You’re asking me to give you pointers on making love with a total stranger of the same sex just to please your husband. Have you ever thought of making love to a woman before? Could you make love with just any man you saw? What would Joey say about that?”

I slipped my hand under the water. Finding my underactive groin, I cupped and then squeezed myself. A jolt of pleasure radiated through me. I instantly shot a look at the door, making sure I had locked it. Relieved I wouldn't have any uninvited guests, I sank further into the tub, letting the bubbly water caress my neckline. I squeezed again, feeling another shock of blissful joy shiver through me. I glanced around the bathroom again to make sure no one had snuck in and gently started massaging my protruding bundle. Thinking about Ash quickly rushed a mini orgasm from me.

"Good, then I think a little celebration is in order," replied Mina. She looked at the two men. "You two pop along to the galley and bring back what's in the top left hand cupboard."

"Yes, miss," said Thorold as he and Black hurriedly left.

Mina looked with naked desire at Sarah, who blushed an even deeper red and looked shyly at Mina.

"What should I do, Miss?" she asked, nervously twisting her fingers.

"Nothing you don't want to do," smiled Mina as she finally settled in a comfortable position in the chair. She eased her legs apart slightly and her ankle-length skirt fell open along the side seam, exposing her long, perfect legs, silk stockings and her lack of underwear.

Sarah gasped aloud in shock and desire, falling to her knees as her eyes locked on the beautiful pink mound between Mina's thighs. She leaned forward and moved Mina's skirts further apart, staring intently at the pussy that was beginning to gently quiver in excitement, and without conscious though Sarah plunged her face into the glorious fleshy peach.

Mina cried out in delight as she felt Sarah's tongue push itself deeply inside. Her pussy throbbed in desire and as Sarah thrust higher inside Mina felt the immediate, glorious sensations of her orgasm. A tingle spread out between her thighs, the first hint that the mighty flood was building.

The sensation grew in intensity and radiated out over her body, increasing the build-up of wild sexual pressure inside Mina's trembling torso and legs until with a roaring gush her pussy expanded and covered Sarah's tongue and face with a deluge of hot juice.

Mina bucked in joy as the savage, powerful, stimulation flooded through her body and washed over her mind, blasting her upper consciousness away in the flood of raw pleasure. She gave in totally to the ecstasy of the moment, her nipples engorging in desire as they thrust upwards and tasted the cool air of the ship as her chest spilt out of her corset.

Sarah gasped in pleasure as she licked frenziedly at Mina's hot, sweet essence, pushing her tongue ever deeper into Mina's pussy. Her tongue explored Mina's interior with increasing vigour, probing from side to side as she tasted each wall and Mina's clitoris before plunging further up inside the hot, blissful cavern.

Mina squirmed and groaned before releasing a throaty roar of delight, corresponding to the roar of pure lust and bliss that burst from between her legs as she came. Her juices exploded outwards, showering Sarah's face and hair.

Mina shuddered and gasped as she wrapped her long, powerful legs around Sarah's body, grabbing Sarah's head in her hands in order to grind her face into her sopping wet cunny. Another spurt of clear liquid joy splashed onto Sarah, drenching her face and hair. Mina's eyes snapped open as her climax eased and she saw Thorold and Black had returned from the galley, Thorold clutching two bottles of champagne while Black held a tray on which were a huge bowl of greenhouse strawberries and a pint jug of cream. Both were watching entranced as Sarah pleasured Mina.

"Look lively, boys," gasped Mina as Sarah broke contact to turn and look at the two men. "We're both hungry for more than food."

Summer was an attractive woman and it had been a long time since Kera had been totally alone with the same sex, not to mention, far too long since she’d been intimate. Her mind drifted to the romantic nights Steffi and she used to share and the passion they’d felt when their love was unleashed. Her lips trembled. She’d never have that again. Steffi was gone.

Still, she couldn’t stop the long dormant feelings Summer was causing to re-emerge from the depths of her soul. She thought those feelings and emotions would remain buried forever, but slowly, throughout the night, the presence of Summer was causing them to poke through her being and cause her heart to do flip-flops and the blood to pound in her veins with a need Summer would be unable to fulfill. Summer had earlier asked her what she could do for her, but this was one problem the agent couldn’t fulfill. Still Kera could hope. She audibly let her breath out in a rush.

“Are you all right, Kera?” Summer’s soft voice sounded in the quietness.