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Margaret led Lucy by the hand into her bedroom, just down the hall from the kitchen, and shut the door behind them. Her bedroom was done up in a southwestern theme, with a tapestry on the wall that matched a folded blanket at the foot of her bed. It was darker in the bedroom, with just a little bit of light shining in from a lowered curtain. Both women stood there close to one another, still in their tennis outfits, Lucy with uncertainty on her face.
“What now?” asked Lucy sheepishly. She turned her eyes to Margaret and smiled softly.
“Do you want to try kissing me?” asked Margaret, closing in on Lucy.
“Okay,” said Lucy.
Margaret stood her ground and smiled, waiting for Lucy to make her move. Lucy was obviously nervous but after a moment of deliberation, she leaned her face closer to her coach’s and gently pressed her lips into Margaret’s. Eagerness showed on Margaret’s face as she returned her pupil’s tentative kiss, delicately colliding lips with Lucy and sensually and moistly locking into their kiss.
As they made out there in Margaret’s bedroom, Lucy could feel herself growing wet between her legs, her lower half covered only by her short spandex athletic shorts, and she felt a great sense of warmth with Margaret pushed up against her, lips intertwined.
Stepping back from their kiss, Margaret crossed her arms and pulled her white polo shirt up and over her head, her breasts tumbling out from the shirt as it went up. For a woman of 40, her breasts remained firm and perky, as they were small enough to defy gravity but sized well on her slim figure, each punctuated with a tiny nipple. Lucy inhaled deeply, starring at Margaret’s breasts, and unable to help herself she reached out and took them in her hands, cupping them and softly squeezing, feeling a sweaty dampness on their undersides. Margaret moaned as Lucy did this and gave her a devious smile.
“You’re turn,” said Margaret, kissing Lucy warmly.
Lucy reached down and took the hem of her tank top, pulling it up over her head, and tossing it to the floor as she turned her head side to side to flip out her hair. She, too, was bare underneath her top. Lucy’s chest was small, not even enough for a handful, and her nipples were little just like her coach’s. For a split second, Lucy felt ashamed at her chest size compared to Margaret’s, but her worry was quickly assuaged as Margaret leaned in and took one of Lucy’s nipples in her mouth, kissing and sucking on it.
Arching her back, Lucy let Margaret have at her chest. Margaret’s hands gripped at Lucy’s slim waist, rubbing it up and down coolly, as she sucked Lucy’s nipple and nuzzled her face into her breasts.
Lucy felt herself heating up, and she instinctively slid her black shorts down off her hips and let them fall to her feet, now standing before Margaret completely naked. Her small 18-year-old frame presented for Margaret to take advantage of. Margaret made an excited humming sound as she saw Lucy do this, and she quickly dropped to her knees to begin kissing Lucy’s mound, almost worshiping her; it was obvious that Margaret had run this possibility through her mind before and knew what she would do. Wrapping her hands around Lucy and grabbing her ass, Margaret kissed and burrowed her face into Lucy’s pubic hair. Her attention was sweet and kind, and this made Lucy feel very appreciated.
“Your little pussy is so nice,” cooed Margaret, giving Lucy’s slit a long, slow lick.
This devotion and praise sent a tingle through Lucy. She felt so into this experience, like a prized pupil. Lucy widened her stance to allow more access to her pussy and Margaret dove in, sucking at Lucy’s lips, flicking her tongue against Lucy’s hole, and moistly running her tongue up the length of Lucy’s womanhood, gradually moving from her hole up to her clit. Lucy stood there above Margaret, but she didn’t feel she could stand for long with her arousal mounting.
“Can we move to the bed?” asked Lucy, gently placing her hands atop Margaret’s head.
“Of course, dear,” said Margaret, licking Lucy’s pussy just once more from bottom to top. She then stood up and ardently embraced Lucy, running her hands along her naked form, her hands sticking to Lucy at times from the post-workout humidity.
Margaret pushed her own white tennis skirt down her long, tanned legs and kicked them off her foot. Lucy looked down to Margaret’s naked pussy, her pubic hair nowhere to be found. She was shaven all around her pussy and legs, completely bare and upon seeing this Lucy felt her mind buzz. Reaching out, Lucy ran her fingers over her coach’s mound causing Margaret to purr.
“Do you want to try going down on me?” asked Margaret, kissing the side of Lucy’s face, running her hands along Lucy’s naked torso.
“I’m nervous,” whispered Lucy.
Margaret pulled away from Lucy and lay back on the bed. She scooted up the bed’s length and put her head on a pillow. Spreading her legs wide, she propped her knees up on the air and permitted Lucy to see her completely. Lucy watched as she did this, and with Margaret’s legs spread Lucy could see her pussy in full view. Her inner lips pursed out slightly, and from this vantage point Lucy could even see a peek of Margaret’s asshole. Lucy climbed up onto the bed, on her hands and knees, and positioned herself between Margaret’s legs, her face closing in on Margaret’s vulva.
“What should I do?” asked Lucy, starring at Margaret’s pussy. She rubbed her palm softly over her coach’s shorn mound.
“Kiss it, lick it, suck it,” said Margaret. “Just explore. Do whatever you want to me,” she said, rubbing her hands up and down her own chest. “Do whatever you’d want done to yourself.”
Lucy considered it for a moment and then slowly leaned her face in, planting gentle kisses on Margaret’s pussy. She kissed up and down Margaret’s slit, and then ran her tongue up the length of it. Margaret was quite aroused by this, as her hips started to gyrate and her breathing quickened. Lucy licked upwards along Margaret’s pussy once more, feeling Margaret’s fleshy inner lips against her tongue and tasting Margaret’s sweaty wetness. It was musky and sweet, and the taste of it stimulated Lucy. She felt naughty and excited tasting another woman’s juices.
“Push your lips up against me,” moaned Margaret. “Open your mouth and pretend that you’re sucking the juices of a ripe piece of fruit.”
“Okay,” said Lucy timidly. She did this, making an ‘O’ with her lips and pressed them against Margaret’s clit. Lucy suckled and slurped, Margaret’s juices wetting Lucy’s lips and chin.
“Oh!” gasped Margaret, thrusting her hips out. “That’s right.”
Lucy gained confidence after this approval, and she continued her sucking. She could feel Margaret’s little fleshy nub in her mouth as she suckled, many folds of Margaret’s pussy moving in and around Lucy’s mouth. Moving her hand close, Lucy then began to prod at Margaret’s lips with two fingers, gliding across the moist and lubricated skin. The more she did this, the more audibly Margaret moaned, persuading Lucy to keep on.
Looking down, Lucy noticed that Margaret’s pussy was glistening with a creamy whiteness, a soft viscous goop slipping out from between her lips. With her finger, she collected this and smeared it all over Margaret’s lips. Lucy pulled her finger back and watched as the viscid lube stuck both to her finger and to Margaret’s pussy, creating a webby thread between their flesh.
Lucy slowly slid her fingers inside of Margaret’s pussy now and she could instantly feel the muscles within Margaret’s pussy contracting, squeezing and releasing, around the length of her fingers. Her fingers became easily saturated by Margaret’s drenched pussy and as she fingered her coach she stroked around inside, feeling the various internal ridges and folds hidden deep away within this beautiful older woman.
“That’s great, Lucy,” sighed Margaret, moving her head on the pillow from one side to the other, laid back and open, allowing her tennis student to fully explore her. “You’re doing great.”
Lucy intensified her attention on Margaret’s clit now, licking and sucking more vocally, the slurping and munching noises and Margaret’s moaning the only thing that could be heard in the room
. Her fingers found a steady pace, pushing in and out of Margaret’s pussy, sliding with ease and penetrating Margaret’s dilated hole.
Any nervousness she had felt was now gone, as Lucy became focused on pleasing her coach. Her kisses, her licks, her penetrating fingers, she made minor adjustments to these motions to accommodate what she sensed Margaret enjoyed most. Lucy felt her nose, chin, and mouth covered in Margaret’s creamy moisture, and she had a consistent taste of Margaret on her tongue.
Margaret started to shake and the noises coming from her mouth grew higher in pitch. Lucy looked up to watch and she saw Margaret growing rigid, her head to one side, both of her hands gripping tightly to the sheet below them. Margaret’s mouth was wide and slack, and the sounds that exited it were short, high, and in time with her rapid breathing. This obviously pleasured response kept Lucy on her game, maintaining her attentiveness to gratifying her beautiful coach.
“Oh!” Margaret called out, thrusting her hips up with force, almost knocking Lucy off. Her thighs quivered and shook, and Margaret beat one of her hands against the bed with a loud thwack. Lucy locked her lips around Margaret’s clit and drank from her with even more powerful slurping suction now. This set Margaret off. She howled out and slammed her head back against the pillow a few times.
“Lucy, Lucy, Lucy,” exclaimed Margaret, thrashing there on the bed, her blonde hair tussled against the pillow. “I’m coming!”
Lucy, not knowing how to respond, kept up her sucking and she slammed her fingers harder into Margaret’s pussy, desperately trying to bring Margaret well over the edge of completion. She could think of nothing else but being responsible for her coach’s satisfaction and orgasmic accomplishment.
Margaret convulsed harder now and lifted her legs both up into the air. Lucy could instinctively tell that her coach was there and she watched in awe as Margaret’s throbbing and clenching pussy creamed itself with milky grool. Lucy removed her fingers from Margaret’s pussy and brought them up for closer inspection, noticing the sticky grool coating them and seeping into the webbed crevasses between them.
“Oh God,” moaned Margaret, toppling over to one side, clamping her legs shut, but moving her hand down and holding herself between her thighs. She trembled and shivered and curled up as she tried to get a handle on her out of control breathing.
“Was that okay?” asked Lucy quietly, looking to Margaret’s face for an answer. The scent of sex and sweat was in the air.
“You did great, Lucy,” said Margaret, opening her eyes and looking toward her pupil. “Just like on the court.”
Lucy nodded and smiled.
Margaret returned Lucy’s smile and motioned for her to come lay down next to her. Without hesitation, Lucy crawled up the length of Margaret’s body, wrapped an arm around her, and settled in next to her coach. Their naked bodies, still humid and moist, stuck together delicately. Margaret threw her arm around Lucy’s neck and two nuzzled into one another.
“I can show you how it feels sometime, too,” said Margaret softly, kissing Lucy sweetly on the lips.
“I’d like that,” said Lucy.
“You should come over here for coaching for often,” Margaret said with an easy laugh. “Tennis and… this.”
“Yes,” said Lucy.
Lucy could still taste Margaret on her lips and it made her feel contented and fulfilled, just like she felt returning one of Margaret’s fast serves. She was so eager to please her coach and having found a new way to do so opened Lucy up to a novel world of experience she had never had before. In her tennis coach’s bedroom, nude, lying there together on her bed, Lucy felt finally like she was finding her place. One more thing for her tennis teammates to be envious about but it didn’t matter. Lucy knew where she was going. Her trust in Margaret was unwavering.
This was perfect.
MY BRACEFACE GIRLFRIEND
Dakota was a beautiful young woman. At 18 years old, she was in her prime. She had a small frame, lithe and lean, yet a full and perky chest. Her skin was darker and olive, almost Mediterranean, and her long hair was dark brown with lighter highlights. Big brown eyes punctuated her lovely and exuberant face. She was quite fashionable, often adopting a sort of hippie peasant look, free-spirited and wild. She was fun to be with, confident and able to crack the perfect joke at just the right time.
And in her mouth was a wide smile of metal braces bound to her teeth, each little bracket colored with a teal band.
Dakota wasn’t self-conscious at all about her braces. She often had a broad smile on her face, revealing her bracketed teeth and their teal color, a shade she would even try to match sometimes with her outfits. While some young women might be ashamed of braces, Dakota embraced them, made jokes about them, and didn’t let them hamper her social life. It drove the guys and even some girls wild.
Alone in her room, Dakota stood in just a matching white bra and panties, checking herself out in the full-length mirror leaned against her wall. She fluffed her hair and then deftly wrapped it up in a bun, securing it with a small elastic band. Putting her hands under her breasts, she pushed them up to simulate more cleavage. She then reached around to her back, unclasped the bra, and let it fall off her shoulders and down her arms. Dakota let the bra fall to the floor, and she again checked herself out in the mirror, prodding at her breasts, pushing them up, pushing them together, and tweaking her nipples to puff them out.
She smiled to herself in the mirror, her braces twinkling in the reflection.
Dakota traipsed over to her unmade bed, pillows and fluffy blankets strewn all over, and she leapt onto it. She crawled up to the headboard and laid back against a mess of pillows. Cupping her bare tits in her hands, she squeezed them softly as she looked down at them, pinching a nipple just to watch it go erect. The beautiful late morning sun shown in through the windows in Dakota’s room and she felt calm, relaxed, and content. Whenever Dakota felt like this, she also felt rather horny.
While it was true that such a lovely girl as Dakota had guys beating down the door to get her phone number, she had felt something different inside of her lately but she hadn’t admitted it to anybody. Since meeting Emily in her community college English class, she sensed a confusion brewing in her mind.
Emily was stunning, a gorgeous girl with long curly blonde hair. She was extremely fit, a runner, and she even once showed Dakota her defined abs. At 21, she was just a few years older than Dakota, but they had become fast friends in class and had started hanging out together more regularly. Emily was a few years behind in college as she had opted to travel after graduation instead of going directly into more schooling. All of this combined drove Dakota wild with excitement. Emily was just the coolest.
Reaching down to her white panties, Dakota started to rub herself between her legs through the cotton fabric. She stretched her legs out to get a better angle, and fondled her clit slowly but steadily. The past few weeks, her fantasies had always been of Emily. It made her feel a little weird, but she enjoyed it so much that she stopped questioning it and just enjoyed it. Dakota reached into the elastic band of her panties and touched herself flesh on flesh, her finger gently rubbing her throbbing pussy lips, feeling the wetness that was now dripping from them.
While she rubbed herself she had a big smile on her face revealing her metal brackets, her brown eyes shut tightly, and she nuzzled deeper into the bed as the feelings intensified.
An image of Emily materialized in Dakota’s mind. She pictured Emily in a tank top and very short running shorts, revealing her long and smooth creamy white legs. Emily’s curly blonde hair was back in a ponytail and she was slightly sweaty from a run.
“Time for a shower,” Emily said in Dakota’s fantasy.
Emily slid her shorts off and kicked them from her feet, revealing a neatly trimmed blonde bush on her mound. She stood there and modeled for Dakota momentarily, and then she popped off her tank top and tossed it away revealing two perfectly pert tits with small, pointy nipples on the end of each.
“Ooomph,” moaned Dakota, her moist finger quickly massaging her clit in small circles. She squirmed slightly in her bed, kicking a white blanket off the bed with a reflexive and mindless movement. Suddenly she threaded both hands into the elastic of her panties and swiftly moved them down her legs and off her feet. Dakota flipped over on her stomach, buried her face into the pillows, and returned her fingers to her clit, rubbing rapidly in pressured motions.
In her fantasy, Dakota pictured Emily nude, sitting on a floor, her legs spread and her knees up, allowing a wide view of her manicured pussy. While Emily’s skin was pale, Dakota could catch just a slight glimpse of the pink flesh between Emily’s pussy lips. Glistening specks of moisture shown on Emily’s pinkness in Dakota’s mind and Dakota could feel her own pussy growing increasingly wetter with her firm movements and her fantasy of Emily. She moaned softly into the pillow.
Dakota plunged her fingers between her lips and deep into her moist hole, penetrating herself speedily for a couple thrusts and then returned to fondling her own clit. Increased sensitivity coursed through her limbs and she could feel a sense of lightness in her head. The image in her mind was still that of Emily, now fondling herself, just as Dakota was doing.
“You’re so hot,” said Emily in Dakota’s fantasy. “Your braces drive me wild.”
“Mmm Emily,” said Dakota aloud. She moved her face back and forth against the pillow and started to hump the blanket she lay atop. Dakota’s hips thrust back and forth, her fingers flicking and petting, the spot just below her pussy on the blanket now wet with her juices.
Then Dakota went rigid, her pelvis thrusting hard into the bed, and her ass and thighs started to tremble. She pushed her fingers against her clit and felt a wave of electricity flow through her, tingles moving up from her toes and through her legs. Dakota whined pleasurably into her pillow, her mouth agape, as she felt herself deep in the grasp of a powerful orgasm.
Dakota clenched her legs together tightly now and pulled her knees up toward her body, her hand still holding her pussy and squeezed between her thighs. She reveled in the surge moving through her, allowing it to take its course, and her mind was empty yet content. A grin grew across her lips and she moved her head to the side, her braces catching a ray of sun shining into her room. Dakota started to laugh softly as she suddenly felt her body become cold, goosebumps appearing on her arms. She wriggled in her bed and then kicked her legs out straight.
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