0 comments/ 25167 views/ 6 favorites Ciara Ch. 01 By: Slappy101 Chapter 1: Morning Pleasure *This is complete fiction of course, but its nice to dream. I don't really know if Ciara has a cousin, and if she does, I don't know his name. Next chapter will be longer I think. Enjoy!* The alarm was blaring R&B music into her ear, she groaned and rolled over. As she attempted to reach for the snooze button, Ciara Princess Harris found that one arm was completely tangled in her sheets. When she pulled, the sheets revealed her lovely, caramel thighs. The other hand, to her surprise, was tucked under the elastic band of her panties and the warm moisture between her hips told her one thing. She must have been touching herself in her sleep. For a moment Ciara couldn't remember having a dream, but after concentrating she was able to recall her hot, and intense, dream from the previous night. Because Ciara was still a virgin, her erotic urges hit her very often, and nearly every night she had at least one erotic fantasy. And every morning, she woke up with a hunger for release. During her sleep, the caramel princess had dreamt of a broad bodied god of a man, who had no face, pumping into her sloshing wet cunt with his 12 inch cock. The man had fucked her in every hole, and had caused her to shudder with tremors from various orgasms. By the end of the dream Ciara had been covered with gallons of his hot white cum. The sperm dripped down her adorable face, over her signature, pouty lips, down her 34A breasts, and formed a pool between her knees, dripping off her pussy lips. While recalling the dream, Ciara had managed to shut off the alarm clock, and now had the covers completely off of her body, and her back arched slightly, tight ass hovering over the bed as two fingers went to work inside of the cute pink "tighty-whiteys" she wore to bed. A soft moan escaped her full lips, and was accompanied by a steady slipping sound coming from her protruding, and practically clean shaven, pussy lips. Her free hand slipped under her tank-top and began twisting one erect nipple, then the other. Just before she came, the R&B princess slipped her pinky into her asshole and applied pressure on her sphincter, toward her sopping wet pussy. With the two strong fingers in her cunt, Ciara pushed upward, toward her G-spot and rubbed her swollen clit with her thumb. The built-up orgasm exploded, like a dam had been destroyed. Firmly keeping her fingers inside her panties, the twenty year old singer writhed and convulsed on the bed, her pussy contracting and loosening rapidly around her fingers, love juices spraying her hand and panties. The whole while, she bit her bottom lip, and wore a concentrated look on her face, her eyes closed tightly. As the blissful orgasm subsided, Ciara's body settle down on the bed, she pulled her hand out and opened her eyes. Ciara's eyes were blurry after the intense orgasm, and she was somewhat light-headed, but slowly her eyes focused and her heart began to pound. Standing in the doorway of her room in Texas was her 18 year old cousin, Jerome, eight inch cock in hand, beating away furiously , pajamas around his ankles. Ciara's eyes became wide, as did Jerome's. Unable to stop, Jerome's fist went back and forth two more times and he exploded in a huge fountain of cum. They were both stunned and embarrassed, also undeniably turned on, and before Ciara could think of anything to say, Jerome grabbed his pajamas and ran to his room. Ciara wanted to talk to Jerome about what had happened, reassure him that it was okay, but she didn't get up yet. After witnessing the streams of cum spurting from her younger cousin's dick, her hand had subconsciously found its way back to her pussy and clit. Within just a minute, lady cum was spraying the inside of her underwear once more. After her body settled down, Ciara slid off her bed, her mind was still lingering on the encounter with her cousin. Looking down to the floor, she spotted the spot his cum had landed on the carpet, it was still pretty fresh. Curiosity overcame the celebrity, getting down on all fours, Ciara provided the full-length mirror to her rear with a wonderful display of her camel toe, supplied by the soaking wet crotch of her panties and slight sucking motion of her still throbbing cunt. With one finger, Ciara swept up a wad of the cum and slipped it into her mouth. "Mmm, it tastes sweet," her light innocent voice said aloud. The taste and thought of what she was tasting stimulated her mind and sent a feeling of eroticism throughout her body. Unable to stop herself, the light-skinned princess continued to wipe up the cum on her fingers and licked it off until nothing was left but a wet spot. Standing up, Ciara realized that she had to get ready for another day at the studio. Ignoring the uncomfortable wet panties riding up her pussy, she hurried into the bathroom and stripped down as she turned on the water. While the shower warmed up, Ciara admired her body in the bathroom mirror. Her 34A breasts were perky, sitting firmly and pointing out, rather than sagging at all. Her perfect breasts were paler than the rest of her body, due to a bikini line from tanning. Upon her perfect, light brown, breasts sat a pair of cute little, dark brown nipples. The areolas of the nipples were a little bigger than a nickel, and the nips themselves were about the size of pencil erasers. The singer's young brown eyes lingered on her breasts for a moment, and then strayed downward, admiring her toned abs, then down to her pubic bone. Her eyes followed the landing strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair down to sexy, puffy lips that adorned her tight virgin vagina. A bit of cum leaked out of the lips as she admired them, and the crack of her ass was still moist with lady cum. Turning around, Ciara looked over her shoulder and gazed at her flawless bubble-butt. It was no J'Lo ass, but it was round, brown, and stretch-mark free. She shook her cheeks gently in the mirror, and marveled at how much she adored watching a naked female's ass giggle, even her own. Steam was pouring from the shower now, so Ciara hopped in, letting her hair down as she did. After washing her long, straight hair. The young African-Irish American began applying soap to her body, focusing on her nipples, shaved armpits, and ass crack. Every time Ciara washed her hairless anus, she couldn't help but slip one or two lubed fingers into it. This time, when she did so, it reminded her body that she had to use the bathroom. Suddenly, she felt the urge in her bowels, and a strong pressure in her bladder. She knew that she couldn't very well shit in her shower, but she could pee, what would it hurt? Turning to face the warm water, Ciara spread her legs slightly and with one hand she parted her pussy lips and sent forth a yellow stream of piss. The young caramel goddess peed for nearly a minute, and as she did, warm water splashed her exposed cunt and clit. Combined with the pleasure immersing her clit, and the relief of peeing, her loins began to quiver with the thoughts of another orgasm, three in one morning. Then her mind drifted back to Jerome. She had completely forgotten that there were others in her parent's house in Austin, Texas. She had become so used to having the mansion to herself, she hadn't thought about someone spying on her as she relieved her erotic urges. In her mansion she often walked around nude, or skimpily clad, masturbating herself to climax on a whim. Ciara was sure she'd had an orgasm in each room more than once. And there were a lot of rooms. Her favorite spots were the kitchen (she felt it was very kinky and that got her blood boiling, many times she'd use a utensil and then put it back in the drawer), the Jacuzzi (the jets were amazing), and the living room while she watched a good porno. As she thought about Jerome's hard, beautifully veined, cock spurting streams of hot white cum into the air, and her exploits within her home in California, Ciara was pinching and twisting her clit once more. Within moments her legs were shaking, and her pussy was gushing fluids toward the shower floor. Bracing herself, Ciara grabbed the shower curtain with one hand and pushed the other hand against the shower walls. Once she had calmed down, she washed her vagina with soap and hopped out of the shower to dry off. As she did so, Ciara mused aloud, "Three orgasms, and before breakfast too! Mmm girl, this is going to be a good day, I wonder what else is in store for me!?" Ciara Ch. 01 She stood in the shadows watching him, the moonlight kissing the hard planes of his chest, caressing the angles of his back, his long blue-black hair cascading wet down his back. He looked like a bronzed Adonis emerging from the pool, splendid in his naked glory. She was confident that he hadn't a clue that she stood watching him again tonight. He turned, his profile lit by the full moon above and his hardness jutted from his thighs, a phallus like that of a statue and beautiful. How, she wondered, would it feel to caress it with her lips, her tongue tracing every detail in tantalizing slowness. Would it cause him to lose that carefully controlled composure of his? Would those sensual lips of his part as his cries of release burst forth? She watched in fascination as his large masculine hands brushed away the droplets of water and as he slid them across his chest and she fantasized what those hands would feel like on her body. She knew she should be ashamed, embarrassed at her unadulterated voyeurism, but she wasn't. She knew a man of his caliber would never notice her, the mousy secretary from work. In her heart she knew she was not so mousy, but she had never had the opportunity or the nerve to show the inner woman to anyone, but he was her dream lover. She was so caught up in her private thoughts that she didn't notice he had moved, that he wasn't taking his usual path through the French doors, instead he was going to walk right past her. She shrank back into the overhang of the flowering vine wrapping around the trellis and held her breath; not daring to breathe for fear that he would detect her. Closer and closer he came, apparently completely unaware of her presence. He was so close now she could smell the scent of him on the night air. It seemed to swirl around her filling her nostrils and her whole being with his manliness. He was directly in front of her now and she was as still as a statue and then... he stopped, his back toward her as she held her breath tightly, not wanting to exhale for fear of being caught hiding in the dense overhanging vine. Her lungs began to sting as if on fire, the burning sensation pushing at her chest to escape as she slowly released the breath from its fleshy confines, quietly breathing in a fresh batch as her head began to swirl from the fresh oxygen entering her system. She watched as he stood against the moonlit backdrop, a silhouette, head cocked, listening to the night. She remained perfectly still, entombed in her cocoon of the overhang, mere steps from the man she had fantasized about for quite some time now, but only recently stumbling upon his nightly pool routine. He listened intently, turning his head this way and that as he searched for the sound that had caught his attention in the first place, finally accepting the fact that it was just the night, and continuing on his way down the garden path until he faded into the darkness. As he disappeared, she emerged from the overhang undetected and removed her nightdress, letting it fall to the cool grass as she stepped onto the cement surrounding the pool. It was cold against her bare feet as she stood naked in the moonlight, her nipples tingling in the cool air as they hardened, yet she knew the water was warm. She lowered herself down the hard, cold, rungs of the ladder as the warm water engulfed her body, unaware that she was not the only one present, nor did she feel the eyes caressing her body as she entered the warm water. She sank down into the encompassing warmth of her water blanket; her body limp as she let the force of the water slowly buoy her to the surface as her head broke the water. She immediately felt a presence and as she began to open her eyes, she focused on the familiar silhouette of her Adonis, standing against the moonlight, still fully naked and watching her... At first she thought her eyes, mind and body were playing tricks on her. But yet there he stood in all his naked glory. So caught off guard was she that she momentarily stopped treading water and her lips and nose tipped beneath the surface. She coughed and choked as the water entered her nose and she was immediately embarrassed. When her head slipped beneath the surface, he had taken a step closer, and then realized that she wasn't having difficulties, she was just caught off guard. His body relaxed again as he studied her face. It seemed vaguely familiar and yet not at the same time. He was sure that if he had met her before; he would not have forgotten that sultry look, those exquisite eyes and not that body, a body made for lovemaking and caressing. A slight golden tan graced the planes of her body, her breasts a perfect handful tipped impudently upward as if inviting a touch or a taste. It was long moments of each studying the other before either of them realized that neither had spoken; he because he was intently appreciating her... she because she was mortified that at any moment he would know who she was. And for once she was indeed glad that he had never paid her the time of day at the office. She seriously doubted that he was even aware that they lived in the same apartment complex or universe for that matter. In silence he held out his hand and she looked at him blankly. "Either you come out... or I'm coming in," he said in that voice that made her shiver. He mistook the shiver for her being cold, when instead she felt like molten lava was flowing through her. Without a word she swam to the steps and he helped her from the pool. The moment her fingertips touched his the feeling was so intense that she felt faint. She stood before him as naked as her Adonis, feeling self conscious until she realized incredulously that his gaze was not one of scorn, but one of appreciation. It suddenly dawned on her that he hadn't recognized her at all. That thought strengthened her resolve and she straightened her small shoulders, unaware that it made her impudent breasts that he was admiring appear even more inviting. He still held her hand and he slowly brought it to his lips palm up and ran his tongue across it. She felt stirrings deep within her start to swirl. Her nipples hardened and a longing such as she had never experienced began to build. His perfect teeth nibbled their way oh so slowly up her arm, a nibble here, a lick there until he softly kissed the bend of her neck. A moan, soft and low escaped her lips as her head tipped back as if it had a will of its own to allow him full access. He continued his path, kissing her neck, her ear lobes, across her cheeks and eyes and, after an eternity it seemed, her lips. The longing that had been building burst into full-fledged flames and her woman's center became slick with want and need. His hard hands explored her shoulders and back, cupping her buttocks and drawing her closer and closer until his hard phallus pulsed against her stomach. She sucked in her breath at the contact that was so electric. With a groan he pulled her tight against him, grinding that hard pulsing cock against her. She knew that there was no turning back, that her will power had deserted her. He lifted her and she wrapped her long, slim, tanned legs about him and he made his way to the French doors, his lips never leaving her body. They entered the room where candles flickered and the heady scent of sandalwood hung in the air. They devoured each other's lips, tongues dancing an enticing dance, teeth teasing lips and kisses so passionate that it took not only her breath away but his. She slid slowly down the hard length of his body and when her feet touched the floor she gazed up at him... wanting him, needing him to take her. Again, there was something familiar about that face. But his body overtook his mind and he reached for her again. Amidst kisses, and caresses they moved, slowly, unaware was she until the back of her legs touched the bed, where she was, she was all consumed by the touch and feel of him. Without hesitation, he lowered her to the softness of the bed never pausing in his torrid assault of her body and senses. Her mind screamed "this can't be happening" but it was and she was helpless to put a stop to it. She had dreamt of this a million times and she didn't want him to stop. That tiny little spark that had for so long faltered deep within her had been fanned to life and it was like a forest fire raging out of control, threatening to consume her and she welcomed it... yearned for it. He paused in his caresses and pulled back just enough to look into her face... why did she seem so familiar...that niggling recollection teasing at his brain that said he should know her. She saw the look in his eyes, worry that he was starting to recognize her made her reach for him to pull his face so close to hers that their lips all but touched and she whispered, "No words..." His lips claimed hers in a kiss so hungry that it felt he would devour her and she responded in like. His fingertips glazed her damp skin, leaving rivers of fire in their wake. He pushed aside her hands and blazed a trail of kisses between her breasts, his thumbs grazing the swell of her breast the sensations welled up in her, a savage need erupted from deep within her. A longing that rocked her to her very core, he was all that filled her mind... her soul... her very being. Her hands tangled in his raven hair pulling him ever closer to her woman's center, wet with want, throbbing with need. His lips brushed against her, there, and her body arched violently trying to get him closer. A sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips as he caressed her, nuzzling, kissing, and tasting her. Her mind a swirl of sensations she cried out in surrender arching closer and closer to the source of her pleasure. The sensations subsided only to be replaced once again as his hands stroked her body back to that fevered state. He rolled to his back pulling her atop him, and she became the aggressor, strewing kisses across his eyelids, nose, lips, down his throat where she kissed the pulse at the base of his throat. She licked her way across his chest her tiny pearly teeth worrying his nipples till they were like hard little pebbles. He was shocked by the emotions that swirled from his belly and outward until he felt he would explode. Never had he responded to a woman like this before. He was always the one in control, but this silent vixen aroused feelings he had never experienced before. As she neared his throbbing manhood she almost tentatively touched him, as if it was the first time she had ever done this. Thoughts were vanished as the warmth of her mouth engulfed him and he feared he would spend himself. He pulled her to him astraddle of his jutting manhood, entering her swiftly. She moved in rhythm to him, hair in wild array, back arched, breasts upthrust and inviting. They both spiraled higher and higher and over the edge of passion together. Neither had ever experienced lovemaking like this. He wanted to talk to her, to find out who she was, where she came from... but the emotional wake of the passion had taken its toll and when he reached out and brushed aside her hair he saw she was exhausted and drifting into slumber. So he pulled her close and covered them both with a blanket, and decided it could wait till morning. The sun's rays reflecting off of the water in the pool cast shimmering glimmers of brilliant light on the ceiling above his bed, and he stirred from sleep. Before he opened his eyes, he smelled the soft scent of a delicate perfume tease his nostrils, and then he remembered last night. He turned to see if she was awake, only to find he was totally alone, the only thing left behind to prove that he hadn't dreamt the whole thing was the indentation in the pillow where her head had lain, and the haunting scent of her perfume... Ciara Ch. 02 Chapter 02: Afternoon Satisfaction *Continuation of Ciara's exciting day. Yet again, I am not Ciara, this is completely fiction. Also, I'd really appreciate it if you could vote on this work and just give me a short or long honest opinion. Thank you.* Still naked, Ciara was sitting on the porcelain toilet, steam still sifted through the room from her hot shower. She had just finished her business and was now snatching a couple of Charmin squares from the toilet paper roll. Firstly she wiped her spent pussy and quivered slightly. She grabbed another square and wiped her puckered asshole. The paper was clean: it usually was after previously taking a shower for some reason. Standing, the 5'8" caramel beauty grabbed her towel and dabbed at her beautiful body. Her strong thighs felt weak, a result from the multiple orgasms of the morning. One of Ciara's best features was her thighs, at least that's what she thought. And not just her thighs, but her legs in general. The long legs were perfectly proportioned to her body, though she sometimes felt awkward being so tall. Wrapping the towel around her so that her breasts were covered and just the slightest bit of her ass peaked out of the bottom, the R&B starlet grabbed a comb as she exited the bathroom. While she combed through her straight, golden-red hair, Ciara shut and locked her door, then dropped the towel to the ground where she stood. Placing the comb on her dresser, she swiftly adorned a silver pair of hoop earrings. She then slipped two silver chains over her head. They were slim, but long, nothing bulky. After fastening various matching bracelets and slipping on a ring or two, Ciara clasped a thin, silver chain around her waist, held up by her generous hips. Moving on to actually clothing articles, she picked out a sexy white thong that tied at each side, and a matching white push-up bra. Pulling the thong up, she had to adjust the crotch, making sure it completely covered her pussy lips. She then fastened the bra and adjusted it before returning to her clothing selection. The first necessity was a pair of white ankle socks that she pulled on easily. Catching her reflection in the mirror, the beautiful young woman performed a double-take and looked back at the reflection. Surprisingly, socks, panties, bra, and chains were quite an erotic look. She began feeling the tingling in her hot little snatch once more, but fought the urge. "I've got to take my mind off of sex," she murmured to herself. "Better play some jamz." Before dressing herself further, Ciara popped a CD into the boom box on one of her shelves. The R&B melody began playing by itself and so she returned to her dresser. Because she was in such a light-hearted mood, Ciara decided on a bright green shirt as she bobbed her head to the beat surrounding her. Pulling the article of clothing over her head, she pulled it on snugly. The collar stopped just above her bra, exposing a beautiful scene of cleavage, and the bottom stopped just above her belly button; exposing a good bit of her impressively flat stomach. Unable to resist the urge to dance to this part of the song, the expert dancer began stepping, grooving and grinding to the beat. Turning, she watched herself as she danced. "Perhaps the music wasn't such a good idea," she thought aloud. The sight of her body flowing with the music was causing that tingling sensation once more. "You gotta concentrate girl," she said, turning around and ceasing the dancing. Next, she picked out a pair of blue, ripped, and extreme faded Capri jeans. These jeans were low cut and fit snugly, just above her ass crack, allowing the tied strings of her thong to hang out and dangle at her sides. It was now nearly ten o' clock and Ciara had to be at the small Texas studio by eleven. After spending fifteen minutes putting on some light make-up, the beautiful, caramel princess exited her room and sped down the stairs and into the kitchen. Her father was there, fixing her a plate of eggs and bacon. She snuck up behind him and planted a kiss on his unshaven cheek, and giggled as his face tickled her lips. The middle-aged man chuckled and turned around to hand Ciara her plate. She smiled adoringly, grabbed the plate, slipped him another peck, and sat down. "Well you're certainly in a good mood this morning! Good night's sleep baby girl?" Her father took a seat across from her. "Nothing special about my sleep," she thought for a moment, "really great morning though." Ciara smiled and went to the front door quickly, grabbed a pair of fresh sneakers to match her outfit, and began putting them on before touching her plate. "Well, eat up baby girl, need to have some food in your stomach for a long day of working." Ciara looked up from tying the green and white shoes and smiled angelically, "I'm a bit late today daddy, but I'll eat as much as possible." And after finishing her tying job she dug into the food before her, nearly finishing it all before she knew it was time to leave. Standing up, she placed her plate on the counter and hugged her father, "Bye daddy! Have a nice day!" "Bye C.C.," he said, but looking her over, he grabbed her arm before she could leave. "Aren't these clothes a bit too revealing young lady?" "They aren't so bad." She stated simply. "Your underpants are hanging out." "Oh, this is a bikini," she lied. "At least I'm not walking around in just my panties and bra like some girls these days. Besides Daddy, I'm a star now, gotta keep up an appearance ya know?" She glanced at the clock, "Sorry, but I have to go. Love you." Shaking free of his grasp, the quick-talking young lady rushed out to her jeep. Leaving her father wide-mouthed and nodding. On the way to the studio Ciara picks up her car-phone and dials Jazze Pha's number, the phone rings twice before he answers. "What's up C.C.? How's your day been?" Ciara grins widely, unbeknownst to Jazze, and replies, "Oh, its been pretty good so far. Hopefully things will only get better though!" "That's a good attitude Princess. So what can I do for you?" "Oh, nothing' really," Ciara said nonchalantly, as she played with one lock of her golden-red hair. "I was just wonderin' who would be in the studio with me today." "Oh, today you're in with Rihanna, C.C." Jazze paused, seeming to look something over. Then he said, "Yeah, Rihanna. You're in the studio with her until three. After that you're free to do whatever you want. Rihanna's a sweet girl, I met her the other week. Cute, good voice, easy to get along with. You two should have fun." "I hope so," Ciara agreed. "But hey Jazze, I gotta get goin'. Talk to you later boo." "Sho'nuff!" Ciara hung the phone up and concentrated on the road ahead of her. About ten minutes later, the young star was strolling through the doors of the studio. It wasn't a very large place, but comfortable. The hallway walls were painted in a light green, very homely, and the air smelt like cookies. Ciara couldn't explain the smell, as there were no cookies in sight, but it was a nice, soothing scent. Looking to her right, Ciara nodded to the management, they acknowledge her in the lobby, and she continued down the hallway and took her first left. Entering the actual studio portion, Ciara was greeted by her producer, and one of the prettiest young women she'd ever seen. Of course Ciara had seen music videos of Rihanna, and seen her on other televised occasions. She was of course Jay-Z's new up and comer, but television did her beauty no justice. Now, Ciara didn't consider herself a lesbian by any means, though rumors have suggested her lesbianism, and even being a man (completely untrue of course), but now, looking at the lovely, brown-skinned, Barbadian pop singer, Ciara could feel a quivering between her thighs. Trying not to pay it any attention, she just chocked the feeling up to her heightened sexual sensed this morning. Moving closer, Ciara stuck a hand out toward her associate, "Hey girl! It's nice to meet you, I'm really lookin' forward to doin' this song with you." Rihanna stepped forward, flicking the straight brown bangs from her eyes, "Hello Ciara, it is nice to meet you also. I'm a huge fan of your music." Rihanna took Ciara's hand and shook it lightly. The crunk princess heard what the eighteen year old starlet said, but didn't really pay it much attention, she was too busy taking in the "scenery." Rihanna was just about as tall as Ciara, give or take an inch. This was surprising, and pleasing, because there weren't very many young female stars at Ciara's height. She wore a rather snug white "I'm with stupid" T-shirt which made Ciara giggle a bit. It was good to know she had a sense of humor. After all, she was still just an eighteen year old girl. The shirt stopped short, showing a bit of midriff, but was not cut low, for some reason this disappointed Ciara. It was obvious though, even without exposure, that the young pop singer's perfectly shaped breasts were at least a cup bigger than Ciara's perky playmates. Upon her lower body she wore a tight, denim mini-skirt, reaching about four inches beyond where her pussy would show. And on her feet were a pair of pure white sneakers. As she spoke in her toned down, Barbadian accent, Ciara locked eyes with her momentarily, blushed, and giggled, looking away. The Bajan goddess beautifully shaped, ice-brown almond eyes, lined with mascara that gave her a sexy exotic look. Also, Ciara noted that the young girl's pink-glossed lips looked delicious. "I'm flattered that you enjoy my music," Ciara smiled, recovering nicely. "I'm sorry to say that I've only heard a few of your songs," she felt that sounded a bit rude. "Which were amazing," Ciara added this very smoothly. If anything, she had always been a very smooth talker. "Thank you," Rihanna nodded her head slightly, "I'm very flattered as well." Rihanna then smiled at Ciara, and it was a beautiful smile, flashing the gorgeous dimples in her cheeks. "Shall we get started then?" Ciara nodded, greeted the producer who would be helping them in the studio, and then followed Rihanna into the recording room where they would wait for instructions. As she followed along she had a lot to think about. The feelings that Ciara possessed for this woman scared her. At first she thought it to be just side-effects from this morning's activities, but now, there was no denying her attraction to the beautiful girl. She had known today would be interesting, but never had she suspected that she'd be questioning her sexuality. There was no doubt that Ciara loved cocks, just the look of them, the smell of them, the feel of them. She was a virgin, yes, but not naïve, she'd given a few blow jobs in her life. Besides, she'd fucked herself silly with fingers, dildos, and vibrators while watching porno and mesmerizing herself with the perfect, bulging, veined penises before her. But, had she not also loved watching the cute, wet, pink pussies being fucked by those cocks? Perhaps she was indeed bisexual, not a lesbian, but bisexual. Well, no matter what she was, she knew she was now very curious. After she had sorted all of this out in her mind Ciara began scaring herself. Would these feelings for her singing associate get in the way of making a good album? Would things get awkward? But as it turned out, they hit it off great, no matter their feelings for each other. They both took to each other like long lost sisters, laughing, singing, and talking the entire time they recorded the song. And by the end of the session, the song had turned out great and there was no need to come back another day. This put a damper on the fun. But the two singers quickly decided that that would not stop them from hanging out again, in fact, they made plans for lunch that day. The two left the studio in Ciara's jeep, as Rihanna did not drive there, she simply told her driver to go on without her. They then drove over to the nearest Burger King, which both of them had a craving for, and ordered their meals. While waiting in line, they tried to act casual, talking to each other about their lives. Thankfully for both of them, there was no paparazzi around this afternoon. A few young men and women did ask for their autographs, which was fine. And they signed pictures for everyone working at Burger King that day. This was no big deal. When they finally got to their table and sat down, Ciara could not help but stare at her new friend with complete affection. A new dilemma faced the 20 year old: should she try to explain to Rihanna how she felt? That she was deeply attracted to her mind an body? How would Rihanna take this? As far as she knew, the pop singer was not gay, nor bisexual, but Ciara had seen her checking her out a few times. That could have been pure curiosity though, not lust. As she thought about this, they both munched on their food, and caught one another's eye. Both of the beautiful caramel women blushed and smiled. It was decided at that point. Ciara decided she would have to tell her how she felt, and hopefully it didn't ruin things. Finishing eating, Ciara moved her trash to the side of the table and leaned forward. "Rih (pronounced "rye")," she began, "I'm glad I met you today. I feel like we clicked, right off the bat. And the song came out beautifully girl! But there's something I think I need to tell you." Rihanna put the rest of her food on her tray and slid it over as well. She then leaned forward a bit, "Go on C.C., I agree, we've really become close, and so quickly. You can tell me anything." Ciara swallowed hard, and felt as though she might cry, "Okay, well you see... I'm just going to say it, and I hope you don't take this the wrong way or anything, this is just how I feel. I'm attracted to you Rih. I mean, you're so beautiful, and I just want to kiss you right now. But its not just physical. You as a whole make me feel like no one else has made me feel. Like I was meant to be with you or something. This probably sounds crazy, but I can't explain it right. It just the way I feel right now. And I mean, I'm not a lesbian or anything, until today I'd never considered myself to be anything but straight. But now, I'm questioning my sexuality. I feel like I want to be with you, sexually, spiritually, everything ya know? Am I making any sense?" the entire speech, Ciara had been trying to avoid Rihanna's eyes, but they had stared her down penetratingly. They were such beautiful, sweet, sensitive eyes. For a moment Rihanna said nothing, but then she spoke with a slight catch in her throat and tears formed pools in the bottom of her eyes. "C.C., I can't believe it. I thought I was strange for my feelings, but you share the exact same fears, questions, and feelings as I do. I agree completely with what you just said. I'm so attracted to you my insides feel like they're ripping apart. Everything in my mind tells me that feeling this for a girl is wrong, but everything in my heart and body says that its oh, so very right." A single tear crawled down Rihanna's cheek, and lovingly, Ciara reached out to wipe it away, her smooth hand cupping Rihanna's cheek. Ciara Princess Harris then leaned in for her first time kissing a female, and locked lips with the young Barbadian beauty. Their soft lips melted together, and it felt to Ciara like their souls were joining. Magic seemed to tingle through her body, and concentrated on her heart... and her pussy. Uncaring of who was watching, the kiss escalated. Ciara sucked at Rihanna's juicy bottom lip and bit it slightly. It felt so right kissing a woman, or maybe it was just Rihanna, but it felt right, no matter what it was. Catching her lips again, Ciara slip her smooth tongue into Rihanna's mouth. It was quickly met by the defensive tongue which accepted it and the two began twisting and caressing one another inside the young Barbadian's mouth. Rihanna's body hadn't moved, she seemed to be completely transfixed on the kiss. Ciara, however, was caressing her face with her thumb, and then began stroking her hair. Both, lost in the kiss, had no idea how long it went on, but after a while they broke it, looking into one another's eyes and smiling as they backed away. Without speaking, they agreed to leave and return to Ciara's parent's house, or anywhere really, but that was closest as far as Ciara knew. Both stood and took their trays to the trash, smiling but saying nothing to one another. It was like she had a new boyfriend, Ciara thought. And surprisingly, she didn't care about the people who were staring at them as they left. Another surprising event: the car ride to Ciara's house wasn't awkward. There was a new primal urge present, but they had returned to just learning about each other and having a good time. That was a good sign. The jeep pulled up in front of the two floor Texan ranch-style house. Ciara noted immediately that her parents were out for the afternoon it seemed. So only her sister and cousin would be home, unless they were out also. The two, giggling and talking walked into the house. Reflexively Ciara called out, "Anybody home ya'll?" There was no answer for a minute and Ciara's hopes soared, but then Jerome's voice broke the silence. "Yeah C.C., I'm here." His voice was sullen and withdrawn, probably a result of the morning's encounter. She'd still have to have a talk with him. "Well," she said, smiling brightly at Rihanna, "he should stay in his room for the most part, so we can make ourselves comfortable in my room if you'd like." "That would be great," Rihanna replied as they both slipped their shoes off next to the door. Together they ascended the stairs and headed down the hall to Ciara's small, yet comfy, room. Sliding The Notebook into the DVD player and turning on the 45 inch TV that adorned the wall. Ciara slid back on the bed, rearranging the pillows to make a comfortable resting place for the both of them. Then, seductively, she patted the spot beside her. It was no secret to either of them at what they wanted, but they weren't men, they could at least keep it in their pants without jumping one another. Rihanna went ahead and made herself comfortable, already seeming at home in Ciara's small room. "You don't live here do you?" She asked curiously. "Oh, no, I have my own place in California. I'm just visiting my family for the week." Ciara smiled, using the remote next to the bed to dim the lights a bit. She noticed the door was cracked but didn't feel like getting up. "Oh, okay, I thought you would have your own place. I was thinking about moving out soon. Everything's been moving so fast though, ya know? Can't find the time in between all the excitement." They had turned to face one another, laying comfortably on their sides. Completely ignoring the movie. Ciara nodded, "Speaking of excitement..." her sentence trailed off and a wide grin played across her lips. One of Rihanna's adorable eyebrows shot up and she too smiled. The pot between Ciara's legs was already boiling and she adjusted herself uncomfortably. Then she took one hand and trailed it from Rihanna's hips, up her midriff, feeling the warm, bare skin, and up the side of her breast which caused the beautiful young girl to quiver with anticipation. It was then that Ciara could definitely tell Rihanna longed for her, and she found that the pop star was not wearing a bra. Before the white T-shirt had not been pulled so tightly, so it was not very see-through. Now, it was pulled tighter because of her angle, and her nipples were hardening. Looking very seriously into Ciara's eyes Rihanna spoke softly, "Ciara?" "Yes, Rih?" "I-- I've never been intimate with a guy, let alone a girl." Ciara could tell she was blushing as she looked away. Ciara smiled, taking Rihanna's soft cheek into her hand and kissing her lightly on the lips. "Its okay sweetie," she reassured her, "I've never been with a girl either." Ciara paused, smiling, and also wanting to cry from joy while she looked into her beautiful lover's eyes. She didn't know why she wanted to cry, it just hit her for some reason. "Have you ever masturbated? Fingered yourself? Used a toy or something?" Ciara Ch. 02 Rihanna didn't look away, "Yes," she nodded, "I've been fingering my... umm--" "Pussy? Cunt?" Ciara helped her find a word. "Yes, yes, my pussy," Rihanna smiled, "I've been fingering that for a few years now. I mean I know about sex with guys, my friends told me about it. But nothing about girls." "Well then, I guess we're in the same boat then. Lets just take it as it comes okay baby?" Rihanna nodded, smiling, "Okay, that sounds good." After being silent for a moment or two she spoke again, "I'm-- I'm glad you're the one I'm doing this with C.C. I feel very close to you." Rihanna moved closer, her lips almost touching Ciara's, "Please, take me. Right here and now. I want you so bad." Ciara didn't need anymore coaxing, there was now a large damp spot in the crotch of her jeans. Sitting up, the princess of crunk cocked an eyebrow, "Well then, lets see those goodies!" Rihanna sat up cross legged, and the heat and scent that escaped her skirt hit Ciara immediately. The heat from the young woman's crotch was amazing, and the beautiful smell of her young cunt had Ciara's hormones doing flips. Like an animal let out of a cage, Ciara attacked her lover, helping her pry the white T-shirt up and over her head, allowing her perfectly perky breasts bounce free. Now, Ciara had never sought out naked breasts, but she'd seen her fair share, and none were as perfect as these. The B cup complimented her petite frame perfectly, and there was virtually no sagging because of her young age. They were full, round, and gorgeous. Rihanna's nipples stood out like fat erasers, and the areolas were a tad smaller than Ciara's. In all fairness, Ciara then removed her own shirt, and then the push-up bra. Rihanna practically attacked her. Something had snapped in her reserve, and she now had her lips clasped around Ciara's right nipple, ass in the air. Moaning lightly at the pleasure of having her nipple sucked on, Ciara leaned forward and began tugging the denim skirt off of Rihanna's tight, heart shaped ass. Rihanna stopped sucking in order to help pull off the skirt, tossed it on the floor, and then commenced on the second nipple. Ciara's mind was rolling now and her pussy was practically screaming. Unable to stand it anymore, Ciara gently pushed Rihanna away from her chest and hopped off of the bed, standing before it. Rihanna inched closer as Ciara began undoing her jeans and then slid them down her long, caramel legs. Feeling much less restricted, Ciara sighed slightly, and it seemed that the knowledge that all that was between her and Ciara's sweet pussy was a thin piece of damp fabric, was too much for Rihanna. She leaned forward instantly and pulled both of the strings to Ciara's white thong in unison. The cloth quickly fell to the ground, and her pussy finally got a breath of fresh air. Juices were literally dripping from her swollen lips. Without a word, Rihanna came forward more, sitting herself on the edge of the bed, and grabbed Ciara's ass cheeks. She then pulled the dripping beauty to her lips, sucking on the lips of her friend's cunt before actually slipping her slim tongue between the folds. Overwhelmed with passion, Ciara could do nothing but moan and spread her lips a little more for Rihanna's probing tongue. With her free hand, she grabbed the top of Rihanna's head to brace herself. The young vixen was going crazy inside of Ciara's cunt, her tongue dated to and fro, caressing everything within reach. Ciara let out an extraordinary moan. "Mmm, that's right baby, eat my pussy baby. Mmm yeah, just like that Rih! Oh fuck yes! Fuck! Suck on my clit! Oh God please Rih! I'm going to fuckin' come!" Obeying her lover, but not taking her mouth away from the sopping organ, Rihanna began swirling her tongue around Ciara's pulsing clit. "Oh shit baby! Fuck yes! Suck my fucking clit baby! Yes just like that! Oh my God! You're so good at eating pussy!" Ciara had now begun bucking her hips toward Rihanna's face and holding her in place with both hands. "Mmm, oh fuck yes! I'm going to fucking come baby! Get ready!" With no further warning, Ciara locked Rihanna's face to her steaming cunt, and wave after wave of juices splashed out of her pussy. The orgasm that crashed through her body was the single most intense thing she had ever experienced. Her knees went week, her pussy convulsed on Rihanna's hungry mouth. At least four orgasms rushed through her entire body, sending her senses on overdrive. When she finally began to come down from her climax, her legs were weak and trembling. Rihanna pulled her soaked, and sticky, face away and her lover crashed to her knees panting. "Mmm, C.C. that was so delicious. I love your pussy juices. I take it you enjoyed yourself baby?" Rihanna wiped her chin and then sucked the finger clean. "Oh, HELL yes!" Ciara's pussy was still convulsing as she sat catching her breath. Looking up, she noted that Rihanna's hot, virgin cunt was staring at her, boiling through the black lace panties that covered it. Unable to restrain herself, Ciara leaned forward, taking hold of firm ass cheeks. The warm flesh was soft in her hands, and she squeezed and groped each cheek as she pushed her face into the lace panties. Now her entire existence had become Rihanna's sweet pussy. All she could smell, taste, and see was the wet mound before her, concealed by soaking panties. Ciara's perfect tongue shot out to meet the lace, caressing it up and down and savoring the sweet tang of Rihanna's young pussy juice. Rihanna was moaning and whimpering as she grabbed on to Ciara's head and pressed it into her crotch. Ciara could feel her body arch back, and knew her love was having the time of her life. Ciara didn't want to stop sucking on the sweet cunt, but had other plans in mind, so she pulled away reluctantly, looking up to see the disappointment in her sweet's ice-brown eyes. She then stood, a bit wobbly, and lifted Rihanna's legs, flipping her onto the bed. Seductively, Ciara knelt on the edge and ran one hand across the younger girl's abdomen, causing her to shudder. Goose bumps formed a line down to her lacey black thong. Lying next to Rihanna's long, slender body, Ciara kissed her passionately, propped up on one elbow, the other arm's hand was working its way into Rihanna's steaming panties. As the girl's tongues exchange one another's tastes, Ciara's slender fingers crept lightly under Rihanna's thong. Beneath the sexy, black lingerie, Ciara's hand was surrounded by a damp warmth, and the tips of her fingers grazed a strip of pubic hair that hadn't been shaved in a day or two. It felt nice, naughty, but sensual, for a moment, Ciara just tickled her lover's pubic bone, brushing her nails through the small hairs. Rihanna began going crazy, biting her lip and shoving her groin into the air while groaning. Moving her fingers further, Ciara encountered the soggy folds of Rihanna's fuzzy cunt. An erect, pulsing clit was found protruding from the folds, and Ciara immediately began squeezing and twisting it, just as she had done to herself many times before. Rihanna went wild, her hips bucking upward, trying to make Ciara press on her love button harder. Ciara sat up, her friend was no longer interested in making out, her eyes were closed tightly, a cute pouty look on her face as she nibbled on one finger and moaned hungrily to herself. Ciara couldn't stand it anymore, she had to lay her eyes on that wonderfully smelling cunt. Pulling her hand out of her friends loins, she adjusted herself so that she was on all four, ass in the air facing Rihanna, who let out a moan of disappointment briefly. She then scooted forward slightly, and began peeling the lace away from the sticky treasure it hid. Accommodating her aggressor, Rihanna lifted her ass off the bed for just a moment and Ciara yanked the panties down her legs. It was gorgeous. Rihanna's virgin cunt had a dark, rough fuzz covering it. Her caramel-chocolate skin morphed elegantly to a darker color as her skin encroached upon her groin. A pink clitoris stuck out of her beautiful folds, and the entrance to her vaginal canal was practically screaming for sustenance, seeming to be breathing, showing pink every other second. While staring at the most beautiful thing she'd ever laid eyes upon, Ciara could feel her bulging mound tingle and drip. To her surprise, Rihanna had noted that Ciara's twat was in need of satisfying, and her mouth instantly clung to the light-skinned pussy, and that familiar tongue intruded once more, causing Ciara to climax instantly. The Barbadian carpet-muncher continued eating the beautiful pussy before her without flinching, swallowing the juices as they came, and brought Ciara to two more orgasms before she was able to think properly once more. Feeling that she just had to thank Rihanna for that wonderful surprise, "I'm about to snatch your goodies from the cookie jar baby. You betta be ready for this." "Oh, C.C., eat my hot cunt, please won't you baby?" There was no question about it, Ciara dove in, spreading the folds with one hand and inserting two fingers into the tight, grasping hole, with the other. Her mouth instantly went to work sucking on Rih's swollen inch and a half long clitoris, biting it lightly as she did. Not ten seconds later, Rihanna's pussy began convulsing and the juices didn't seem like they'd stop. Rihanna quickly grabbed a pillow to stifle the screams that were forced to escape her trained lungs. For nearly two minutes, the young pop star's pussy convulsed, her hips bucking in pleasure. Ciara couldn't lap up all of that cum, not by herself. Rihanna obviously hadn't masturbated very well previously, Ciara noted mentally. This was the stored up equivalent of no orgasms for 18 years of life. Finally her beautiful body began coming under Rihanna's control once more, and weakly, she sat up on her elbows, an orgasmic smile playing across her lips. Ciara was still nursing her pulsating pussy, but looked up when Rihanna said, "It seems we have a visitor." Once again, in Ciara's doorway stood Jerome, stroking his fat, 18 year old cock furiously. He looked like he was ready to bolt without finishing though. "Stop right there!" He froze, heavy cock in hand, "I've just been giving you all sorts of eye candy lately haven't I?" Ciara's eyebrow rose at a dangerous angle. "Well Jerome, you're a man now, and you've seen so much already, bring that beauty over here, we'll teach my beautiful cunt-lapper how to suck a cock." Hesitantly Jerome began moving forward. "Well hurry up, shut the door, and get rid of those clothes." He did as he was told and approached the two beautiful goddesses laying spent on the bed. Rihanna, though completely satisfied, stared at the veined cock with a rabid hunger, as he approached, she flipped over on her stomach, weakly bringing herself up on all fours. "Okay baby, you play with his cock, and I'll satisfy you back here again. I just can't get enough of your pussy juices." As Rihanna took the massive tool in her hands, Ciara crawled over to where her ass was pointed in the air. Settling herself directly behind her young friend, Ciara took hold of her firm, tan cheeks, and spread them, laying eyes upon that beautifully dark cunt once more. It was still sopping wet, and glistened with the flickering of the television. Knowing what her friend wanted, Rihanna stuck her ass out further, coaxing Ciara to taste it. As she stuck her ass out, Rihanna took her lips off of the large member and turned to Ciara, "Please make me cum again, your cousin's cock is making me so fucking horny." Ciara obliged quickly and moved her tongue to her friend's lips. Smelling the sweet, musky scent more clearly, Ciara thrust her tongue between the folds and pressed her faced strongly into the Bajan princess' ass. Ciara's nose was then greeted by sweat, and the pungent scent of an asshole, as it was practically pushing into the puckered little opening. Rihanna gasped, "Oh yes! My ass hole! Please, tongue my puckered-hole!" She pleaded, still tugging on Jerome's stiff rod. It seemed a bit foreign to Ciara at first, but then the erotic idea began to appeal more and more, so after a few more moments of swirling her tongue around her friend's velvety pussy, she removed her tongue and lightly licked around the asshole before her. Rihanna's entire body shuddered at the wet touch of Ciara's tongue and she came immediately, her pussy contracting rapidly, gasping on the air. Enticed by Rihanna's extreme pleasure for this oral satisfaction, Ciara licked the puckered orifice more aggressively, pushing on the entrance with the tip of her tongue. It didn't taste bad, somewhat odd, but not bad at all. Rihanna started backing her ass up toward Ciara's probing tongue. She seemed to push with her anus, as if crapping, in order to open the hole wider, allowing Ciara's tongue to slip inside and caress the walls of her sphincter. This caused Rihanna's sore pussy to shudder in orgasm once again. The young girl must have been worn out by now, Ciara thought, but still she was sucking Jerome off with ferocity. Finishing the exploration of the asshole, Ciara's pussy was on fire at the knowledge of such an erotic and kinky act. Standing on the bed, Ciara "mounted" Rihanna's ass, placing the top of her pussy, mostly the clit, on the firm bone at the top of Rihanna's ass. With hands on Rihanna's hips, Ciara began rocking and grinding slowly at first, but picked up speed as she came closer and closer to orgasm. As she rode Rihanna's ass-bone, she caught Jerome's eyes, filled with lustful pleasure. Biting down on her lips, Ciara's brow furrowed in concentration as the enormous orgasm approached. Her erect, brown nipples swayed back and forth as she rode Rihanna's ass. Soon the orgasm overcame her and she dug her fingernails into her lover's hips, her eyes rolled back, and a deep orgasmic scream escaped her throat. As he watched his cousin being taken over by an intense orgasm, Jerome spewed hot load after load into Rihanna's hot waiting mouth. Ciara eventually came down from her high and toppled over onto her pillows. After milking Jerome for all he was worth, Rihanna curled up next to her soul mate. They wrapped one another in a passionate embrace, Jerome was about to leave when they demanded he join them just for the night, but reminded him that this couldn't be an every day thing. He agreed to lay down with them until they went to sleep, but knew that he couldn't stay all night with them. So, after the two beautiful naked bodies drifted to sleep, Jerome clothed himself and snuck out to write down everything that had occurred. The two girls, however, slept through the night and into the afternoon. They awoke and showered together, completely unsexual, simply loving one another.