They began kissing. I was mesmerized.
The intimacy and tenderness—if faked—was Oscar worthy. Anna seemed to be in the lead, she took Maria’s face in her hands and pulled her towards her body. Their tits crushed, their tongues worked magic. They kept the kiss open—I mean they didn’t clasp their lips—I could see little tiny strings of saliva as they parted for brief moments.
I turned up the speed on my rabbit.
Oh, Lord!
I drove the double-headed tool deep inside my pussy, rubbing the appendage into my clit and biting my lip.
Anna bit her partner’s lip, and Maria returned the favor.
They moved like dancers but never seemed rushed.
One of them would run their fingers through the other’s hair; then they’d change roles. It was insanely hot.
Kisses between women in love—or at least women who had skyrocketed into crazy-ass lust—were the highest form of erotica porn that incorporated sensuality, tenderness, and pure-straight-lustful sexuality. I felt like a snake watching a charmer with a flute—or a deer in the headlights—I couldn’t take my eyes off their bodies. Anna guided Maria to her back.
She adjusted her webcam and focused on her partner’s pussy. Her sex was hairless—pink on the inside—with dark brown lips surrounding the palace of pleasure. Anna held her head at an angle that allowed an unobstructed view of Maria’s glorious vag. It was perfect. Swollen clit, lips like butterfly wings, and a fuchsia-pink that glistened in the lights. Anna’s tongue flicked out, and she fluttered the tip over her partner’s swollen button like she was licking candy.
Oh, fuck.
I moved the rabbit in and then out.
In-out-in-out-in-out.
I watched in fascination as two beautiful woman—across the world—displayed their sexuality and lust for anyone with an internet connection.
People tipped them—and feeling a bit guilty—I turned my sex-toy to low. Leaving it in place, driving me crazy, I tipped generously. Hey, I’m pretty wealthy, and here I am watching them perform. What kind of person would I be if I freeloaded while living in luxury?
“Jesus,” I whispered. Back to business.
Anna looked up, she thanked me by screen-name (no I’m not fucking telling you my screen name) and went back to work on one of the most perfect vaginas I’d ever seen.
Was I jealous?
No, I love my pussy, but a girl can admire perfection found in others.
I went back to medium speed and worked the rabbit up to my first orgasm.
“Oh, fuck…” I came in a short burst, the climax working around my clit and driving me to want more. I wasn’t going to sleep right away, that was for sure. I pushed the vibrator into my pussy as far as I could and then worked it slowly up and down, side to side, around and around.
Maria moved back into a sitting position and Anna sat on her lap.
Like two intertwined serpents, their bodies flowed back and forth. I watched as four hands moved over two bodies, and I wondered if I’d ever be with a woman outside of my fantasies. For now, the answer was yes, and I put myself into the scene.
I’d approach Anna from behind and kiss her neck.
Next, I’d reach around her and cup her breasts.
I’d fondle her nipples.
She’d turn and kiss me.
I fantasized about being kissed by a beautiful woman…
Stella—sometime ago—had nearly taken me far enough to jump into a woman-on-woman experience. My fond memories of kissing her surfaced in my mind’s eye. Wow...
Oh, Jesus!
I was getting closer to my next climax.
Imagining that Anna had turned and pushed me onto my back, I moved the rabbit in circles and fantasized about her licking my pussy. Then, in my thoughts, I had Maria moving to my mouth and kissing me deeply.
I formed a mental picture of a two supermodel hotties pleasuring me at the same time. Oh, God.
I came loudly. “Ahhhhh!” I gasped. It was a deep and satisfying orgasm, in spite of the fact that having a real partner would have been better, all things considered I had reached a real high.
I rested the sex-toy on the bed next to me.
Rolling over, I put my head on the pillow and continued to watch Anna and Maria kiss. Time passed, and I gently rubbed my clit, which was sore, but not so used that it didn’t scream out to be taken for another ride…
But not with a tool.
I added more lube to my pussy and worked myself with my fingers.
I circled the clit with a light touch.
Circle, circle, and press.
My pussy opened as I moved a couple of fingers into my pink cavern, and I wondered if anyone ever thought I had a perfect pussy…
Or even a 9 out of 10 on the pussy scale?
As Anna and Maria displayed their tongues, intimately and seductively, I came for the last time of the night.
It developed from deep inside me. My thighs shook, I squeezed my muscles, and cried out in pleasure.
Not long after coming down, I drifted off to sleep, but not before wondering if I could get a good deal on a last minute flight to Medellín, Colombia…
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I have a dress-up chest at home. I love to create this fantasy kind of thing.
~ Kate Moss
ON FRIDAY I HAD A MOVIE DATE WITH AUDREY. It was her turn to pick, and we ended up watching a cheesy sci-fi so she could call the evening ‘research’ as well as a besties date. It’s nice going out with a girlfriend for an evening of chatting and gossip, but I was missing having a dick inside me, to be honest.
I like holding hands, too. Btw.
I had a date set-up for the next evening, Saturday, with Brad. The sexy seaman…call that a free double entendre.
“You seeing anyone yet?” I asked Audrey as we drove back to my place. Our Friday night dates were often sleep-overs. Girly shit, I know…we even do each other’s toes.
“No, I’m in a dry period,” she said.
“At least you’re not—”
“Don’t say his name…”
“Got it,” I said. I pulled into my garage, turned off the car, and decided a dip in the jacuzzi would be fun. “You up for a spa?”
“Sure,” she said. “I’ll have to go naked. You’ve gained a few pounds, and your suits would hang—”
“Bitch,” I said.
“You just want to see me naked,” she said smiling. “Admit it.”
I leaned over and pecked her on the lips. “You’re sexy, and I love you, but you’re like a sister. Seeing you naked does nothing for me…now Anna and Maria…”
“Who are they?” she asked. “Spill the beans.”
“A couple I watched on Chaturbate,” I said.
“Ding,” she said.
“Exactly,” I added. “Annoying as fuck. But watching two hot lesbians kiss. Oh. My. God.”
“I bet,” she snickered. “Come on. I have to pee.”
The dog attacked us with kisses and tail wagging, but Haiku was hidden, either sleeping somewhere or hunting little creatures. Midori had already gone to bed. I checked the pet's water—I don’t know why—Midori cares for them more than she cares for me I think…
The spa is well hidden, so we both got in as naked as newborns. We sipped on wine (in plastic cups). Yeah, I once had to get the pool guy to come out with scuba gear to clean up broken slivers of glass after a raging party, so I instituted a new rule after purchasing a set of plastic wine glasses. First class around here…
“God, this is nice,” Audrey said. “Why can’t normal life be as smooth, easy, and as fun as today?”
“Men,” I said deadpanning.
“Jesus,” she said, “you’re right. We should become lesbians.”
“Same shit happens.”
“So it’s not men, then?”
“No.” I sipped my Malbec and thought about it. “It’s people. Relationships. They’re hard.”
“I like it when they’re hard,” she said with a wicked grin.
“Okay, touché. Me as well, but man, Ana and Maria…”
“Tell me more,” she commanded.
“So, these two women from Colombia performing on cam—Jesus—I was mesmerized. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so hot and sensual.”
“I did a few girl-on-girl films. I liked them better, I mean, in terms of work. Less chance of painful injuries or being worked too hard. But, you know, I never really got into that scene, I mean, on my own time. I had offers, of course. But other than a threesome—okay a few threesomes—I’ve not spent much time in bed with women.”
“I’m a virgin in that area,” I admitted. Of course, Audrey knew this, she knew everything about me, but what do friends do? They talk about the same shit over-and-over. It’s a form of comfort and therapy. Plus, who knows? Maybe I’ll break down and give Stella a call. I don’t know.
“So, a big date with—what’s his name—tomorrow?”
“Oh, Brad, the diver from Long Beach.”
“Hot?”
“Of course,” I said annoyed. “You think I’d date a non-hot guy? Fuck, look at these goods”—I lifted my tits—“these deserve at least an eight.”
“Put those away before I’m tempted to pinch one,” she said. “You have nice nipples, by the way.”
“Gee thanks, bitch,” I said. “What’s that mean? I don’t have nice tits?”
“No, I just mean I like your nips.”
“Jesus, you’re too much.”
“I’m drunk.”
“Don’t drown.”
“No, but I’ve got to get out of here.”
“Yes, me too.” I stood, and Audrey watched me with a weird look on her face.
“You think we might ever fuck?”
“Not a chance in hell,” I said. “Too incestuous.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she said as she slapped my ass with a wet hand.
“Damn that hurt!”
“Good, it was delivered properly,” she said standing.
I have to admit that Audrey has a stunning body. She can run with any of the models and actresses in Hollywood, for sure. Her personal trainer keeps her fit, and she’s naturally beautiful. But to think about having any sexual contact with her was just weird. Well, I’m not judging her…and admittedly, she’s probably a tigress in bed, but what would come of our friendship if we experimented? I don’t know. Back in grade school I practiced kissing with a few girlfriends, and once I had a sleep-over—okay more than once—that ended up with mutual hand jobs. I think it’s a natural part of growing up—you know—a friendly reach-around. But it’s not the same when you’re a ‘grown-up.’ I’m not sure human beings are better off for that fact.
“I guess it’s weird,” I said.
“What?”
“I guess it’s weird that we’re both going to separate rooms to masturbate—”
“Yeah, I think so too,” she said. “But I agree it’s too fucking weird to fuck your bestie.”
“Agreed,” I said. “I didn't think we should—I just think sometimes our cultural taboos and shit are weird.”
“Let’s watch the same Chaturbate,” she said. “I’ll say hello in the chat.”
“You think I’m going to notice the chat, bitch?” I laughed and handed her a towel. “Come on. I’m wiped out.”
We walked into the house. I kissed her on the cheek and went to the shower.
The whole Chaturbate meet-up never happened. I took a waterproof vibrator to the shower and by the time my head hit the pillow I was out like worn-out boxer in the ring with a champion. Maybe another day…never say never…
ON SATURDAY NIGHT I HAD A DATE PLANNED WITH BRAD COX, the Long Beach diver with the muscular body, lots of sexy tattoos, and a surprisingly extensive knowledge of wine. A sexy swimming sommelier stud.
There were plenty of details to share about our great dinner—he took me out to a fine steak and seafood place—and how we had a mini-post-Valentine's Day date. I could tell you about the conversation, his sense of humor, and the new things I learned about fishing, wine drinking, and what it means to get the bends (not a good thing).
But, fuck it…
Let’s get down to the dirty caliente sexo.
I trusted Brad enough at this point to let him pick me up at home. I packed an overnight bag, so I was ready for a sleepover. The kind with lots of sweaty moaning. He lit candles and had truffles and champagne on ice. The bed sheets were new, I could tell. Egyptian cotton. I changed into a little outfit I hoped would surprise, shock, and excite him.
He was on his back, hands behind his head which was propped on a pillow, as he watched me walk into the bedroom after I finished ‘freshening up’ in his bathroom.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “Jesus Christ, I feel kinda of dirty and oh, shit…”
“You like?”
He whistled.
I wore dark black thick-framed glasses. My hair was pulled back neatly into a bun.
My blouse was a tight, buttoned-up short-sleeved school uniform tucked into a black pleated skirt. I had long stockings that reached my upper thighs and a pair of hot red panties. My shoes were spiked heels that conflicted with my schoolgirl outfit, but never-the-less, it was damn-fucking-sexy.
I strutted into the room.
“I’m supposed to report to a Mr. Cox,” I said. “The principle has given me after-school detention.”
His jaw dropped.
I turned and said, “Oops, I dropped my pencil.” I bent over to search for my imaginary prop, and Brad whistled again. I shook my ass and flipped my skirt.
“I can tell you’ve been a bad girl,” he said getting into the role.
I turned and put my hand to my mouth. I pouted and bit my lip. “I’m I in real bad trouble?”
“Yes,” he said. “Come here.”
I stepped in tiny, careful steps towards the bed. I put my right foot on the bed. “Do you like my shoes, Mr. Cox?” I fluttered my eyelashes.
He put his hand on my calf.
“I think your stockings are fucking insanely hot,” he said. “I’d better take off your shoes before you trip and break your neck.”
“I’ve been terrible.”
“You have,” he said as he slapped my ass. “I’m going to punish you like you deserve as soon as I take off this ankle breaker.”
“I like my shoes,” I said pouting.
“I like your glasses,” he said staring me in the eyes.
Brad had dark penetrating eyes that bore a tunnel into my soul and made my heart pick up speed. I dropped my right foot to the floor and presented my left shoe to him. He gently removed the straps and dropped the shoe to the floor. Then he pulled me down to the bed and flipped me onto my back. I didn’t have time to adjust my fall. My legs sprung open, revealing my hot-red panties.
“I’m going to punish that pussy,” he said.
“I’m counting on that,” I said in response to his hand moving up my thigh. “I’ve got to be punished all over.”
“Keep talking,” he said leaning down towards me.
I licked his nipples when his chest reached me.
He grabbed my ass under the skirt.
I bit his neck.
He ran his fingers through my hair.
I pushed him over to his back and mounted him, legs spread over his hips, my skirt covering his midsection like a little black tent.
I swayed my hips, up and in, up and in, pushing my pussy, still covered in lacy underwear, over his swollen cock. He had gorgeous pecks, a tight stomach, and large biceps, and I spent time kissing him in every place I could reach while gently keeping pressure on his erection. I leaned into a kiss. His tongue was strong and confident as if it had become a serpent sent to seek out my sins. I kissed back firmly and forcibly.
He pulled back and looked into my eyes.
“I see you’ve been to sexy class,” he said. “Maybe I’m the student here? And you’re the teacher?”
“Shut up and kiss my p
ussy,” I said. “I’ve been an awful, terrible student, and need a good licking.”
He turned me over and lifted my skirt. His manly hands rolled my panties down my legs and tossed the tiny bunch of silky red fabric towards my shoes. I grabbed his ears and pulled his head towards my wet cunt.
“I like the word cunt,” I said.
“You are a bad girl,” he said before plunging his python into my wetness.
I draped the skirt over his head and unbuttoned my blouse as he fluttered, licked, and sucked.
Nothing beats good head.
He ran his fingers up and down my stockings, which created its own other-worldly sensation as I could feel the pressure through the fabric, but not his skin or nails. It was driving me crazy as he moved his tongue to my clit, which sent me to the top of the mountain.
“I’m so close, so close, so close!”
He stopped and pulled the skirt down.
“What the fuck?”
“You’ve been a bad girl,” he said. “You’re going to have to pay for your evil deeds with a come denial.”
“Bull fucking shit,” I said.
“You should have thought of this before you broke the rules,” he stated in a firm voice. “Now suck my cock.”
“I don’t know how,” I said innocently.
“Oh, so you did the crime but can’t pay the penalty,” he said.
“You mean ‘do the time’,” I said pointing out his error in idiom use.
“So now you’re correcting your teacher?” he asked.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “Am I in more trouble?”
“Take off your shirt and bra,” he commanded as he got to his knees.
I obeyed, throwing my clothes onto the pile that contained my shoes and panties. “Now what?”
“Cup my balls,” he said. “Then pretend you're eating a frozen banana. It’s very good and sweet, but you can’t bite it, or you’ll hurt your teeth.”
I played along. “It’s so big. I don’t think I can fit it in my mou—”
He took my head with his hands and guided me to his cock before I could finish my sentence. I took it all, deep, hard, and with no thought to anything but making him feel as if he’d never been so deep before. I slowly moved my head down and then shook.
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