0 comments/ 5288 views/ 1 favorites Michaela By: Scorpio58 MICHAELA AVERTISMENT: Cum intamplarile descrise chiar s-au intamplat, a trebuit sa schimb, in masura posibilului, numele si locatiile. NOTA: Aduc pe aceasta cale multumirile mele lui Dr_Vlad care a avut amabilitatea sa citeasca acest text inainte de a fi publicat. Fara a avea vreo unitate de masura, trebuie sa recunosc ca unora le place mai mult pula decat altora... Cu toata "cortina de fier", aflu ca o formatie faimoasa a scos un nou album. Ma sucesc, ma rasucesc, dau tot felul de telefoane, insa, deocamdata, nimeni dintre cei pe care-i stiu nu a reusit sa puna mana pe album... Sunt la birou, pe hol, la o cafea si o armata de tigari, discutand "problema" cu cativa colegi, dintre care unii imi sunt chiar amici... Unul dintre ei este mai inflacarat, tocmai cel care, intotdeauna, este absolut impotriva ideii de a da bani pe muzica -- el vrea, pur si simplu, s-o obtina, insa... gratis! De cate ori imi racesc gura cu el sa-i explic ca si asta, industria muzicala, trebuie sa traiasca din ceva, imi povesteste ca el are alte... prioritati... Stiu ca ma exploateaza, profitand de sculele si de muzica si de banii mei, dar... ce mai conteaza?... Se deschid usile liftului. Apare Radu, care, cu siguranta, a venit sa ciupeasca ceva informatii de la colegii mei... Il si ochesc ca are, in buzunar, un catalog tehnic... Isi aprinde o tigara, apoi, ca de obicei, cerseste o cafea... Asta-i stilul lui! Vrea favoruri! Cu cat mai multe, cu atat mai bine! Personal, l-am "citit" pe tip cu mult timp in urma, insa, de asemenea, parsivul s-a prins ca m-am prins, asa ca ma evita... Cum Pavel pleaca sa-i faca o cafea "cersetorului", raman eu cu el si, inevitabil, vine vorba despre noul album... Il simt ca ia vant in pupa... - S-ar putea sa stiu eu pe cineva care are, deja, albumul... Dupa-amiaza, primesc un telefon acasa -- e Radu, care mi-a luat numarul de telefon de la Pavel. Imi notez in minte sa-i bag niste puli in cur lui Pavel ca-mi da, fara sa ma intrebe, telefonul la toti labagiii!... Tipul are albumul, dupa cum se exprima, in brate si este gata sa vina la mine sa-l inregistreze, insa vrea si el o copie... Mi se pare corect, asa ca accept. Ii dau adresa, iar in zece minute este la usa... Nu-mi ascund surprinderea: - Ce-ai facut? Ai luat vreun taxi, sau ai zburat ca porumbelul? - Nici una, nici alta! Am mers pe jos. Proprietara albumului locuieste in apropiere, in cartier, de fapt ca voi toti barosanii... Nu-mi dau seama daca ma ia la misto, sau vrea sa ma "perie" un pic... Dau si eu drumul la un comentariu inodor si incolor: - Da, bine!... Pune albumul pe masa, impreuna cu doua casete audio... Imi explica rapid ca una este a lui, iar cealalta a proprietarei albumului, care vrea si ea o copie... Pana la coada, targul mi se pare corect. Discul fiind, practic, nou, inregistrarile ies impecabil. Pleaca, insa nu pot sa nu constat ca mi-a baut jumatate de sticla de whiskey. Il atentionez sa aiba grija de disc, sa nu cada pe strada -- oricum, din punctul meu de vedere, discul in sine valoreaza mai mult decat viata lui... Sunt rau, nu-i asa? Dupa cateva zile, iar apare Radu, de data asta salutandu-l pe Pavel in viteza si... venind la mine. Ma invita la o tigara. Imi comunica faptul ca proprietara albumului a mai primit, intre timp, inca un album si ca ar vrea sa repetam deal-ul... Sunt, normal, de acord, doar ca de data asta am grija sa-mi notez sa cumpar ceva posirca sa am ce pune pe masa cand apare sugativa... Oricum, dupa cum se desfasoara lucrurile, omul n-are treaba cu calitatea... Totul este sa contina alcool! Dupa inca o zi, iar apare Radu, de data asta morcovit... Proprietara discurilor vrea sa ma cunoasca. Pana la coada, o inteleg -- sa lase asa discuri scumpe si rare pe mana unui betiv... Ii spun sa-i dea numarul meu de telefon. Din ce-mi spune, inteleg ca fata este studenta la ASE, buna si veche prietena cu logodnica lui, mama ei fiind cea care are relatiile de peste ocean... O cheama Michaela si ma va suna... In sfarsit, ma intreaba daca voi continua sa-i dau si lui cate o copie a albumelor pe care mi le va aduce duduia... - Nu-ti face probleme! Cu siguranta! Oricum, ideea sa scap de prezenta lui, pe mine, sincer, ma incanta!... In aceeasi zi, dupa-amiaza, primesc un telefon, de la o voce tanara dar hotarata, profesionala, daca vreti, care-mi zice ca se numeste Michaela si ca ma suna din partea lui Radu si care vrea doua copii de pe un album -- una pentru ea, iar cealalta pentru Radu... Deci baiatu' si-a luat masurile de siguranta... Cum locuim extrem de aproape, ii dau adresa. Pregatesc doua sticle -- una cu posirca, daca apare cu Radu, iar cealalta cu whiskey... Suna la usa. Apare o boarfa, imbracata ca lumea, "de la pachet", cum obisnuim sa zicem, dar, dupa gustul meu, cam curvet... Pantalonii de piele nu lasa prea mult loc imaginatiei, iar puloverul incearca sa arate ca are si tate... Am deja banuiala ca e obsedata de ideea de a avea sanii mai mari... Oricum, sunt constient ca nu a venit sa dea la buci, ci sa inregistreze niste muzica... Dau drumul la scule, apoi aduc sticla de whiskey... Torn in cele doua pahare -- mi-e clar ca fata stie ce-i aia un whiskey de calitate... E studenta la Comert Exterior, urmand, practic, traditia familiei... Imi observa cataloagele muzicale, asa ca-mi cere permisiunea sa le rasfoiasca. Dupa ceva timp, ma intreaba despre Kitaro -- e nume propriu, pe bune, sau e vreo greseala de scriere... Ii povestesc, apoi ii promit ca dupa ce terminam inregistrarea, o sa-i pun sa asculte. Kitaro suna ca... Kitaro, asa ca, dupa vreo zece minute, Michaela e devastata -- cum sa nu fi auzit ea de el pana acum?!? Apoi ma roaga sa-i inregistrez si ei albumul. Cum nu avem la indemana vreo banda sau caseta libera si cum ea, oricum, trebuie sa plece, ma intreaba daca ma mai poate vizita cu alta ocazie... Imi sugereaza destul de insistent ziua de duminica, dimineata, cu cat mai devreme cu atat mai bine -- vrea sa aduca si niste discuri, ca sa le ascultam... Hopa!... Asta nu mai e doar interes pentru muzica! Pe fata o intereseaza si altceva... Cum, dupa divort, mi-am creat obiceiul ca duminica sa-mi vizitez o veche prietena, programul asta ma cam incurca, dar... ce nu face omul pentru o bucata de pizda proaspata?!? Sambata dupa-amiaza ma duc direct la prietena mea, cu care-mi petrec toata noaptea, iar duminica dimineata la opt si jumatate, deja Michaela este asezata pe fotoliu, ascultand Kitaro in timp ce se inregistreaza... Brusc, Michaela isi scoate cizmele cu tocuri inalte si-mi cere voie sa se lungeasca pe jos, pe mocheta. Isi ia paharul si se intinde. Cred ca vrea sa-mi inspire vremea hipiotilor, make love not war, flower power... Vrea sa ma impresioneze... In timp ce-i mai torn un pic de whiskey in pahar, pur si simplu o intreb daca nu i-ar fi mai comod sa se intinda pe pat -- e mai confortabil. Tresare: - Doamne! Nu! Sa ma intind in patul unui barbat! Singura cu el in camera! Sigur imi vin alte idei!... Pana aici! Nu mai pot face pe prostul! Ce naiba astept? Invitatie scrisa?!? Ii intind mana, ajutand-o sa se ridice. Cum ajunge la verticala, cum se arunca in bratele mele, gurile noastre unindu-se intr-un sarut salbatic... Are grija sa-mi cuprinda soldul cu un picior, agatandu-se cu mainile de umerii mei cu pasiune, disperare... O prind de cur, prin pantalonii ei de piele cei mulati, ridicand-o, continuand sa ne sarutam... Se vrea devoratoare, sau, poate, chiar este -- nu mai dureaza mult ca sa aflu... Dupa vreo cinci minute ma opresc si-i explic: - Va trebui sa rabdam putin -- albumul este aproape de final si trebuie sa am grija... Inca imi mai tin mainile pe umerii ei, asa ca-i propun: - Ce-ar fi daca, in timp ce eu imi vad de ale mele, tu, ca o fata buna si cuminte, iti dai hainele jos si te bagi in pat? Iti promit ca vin si eu, cat de repede pot... Ma intorc spre aparatele muzicale, mimand ca fac ceva acorduri fine -- de fapt, sincer, fata mi se pare un pic prea agresiva, obraznica, asa ca simt nevoia s-o pun un pic la punct... Dupa vreun minut, cand ma intorc sa ma uit, constat ca Michaela este asezata pe fotoliu, complet imbracata... - Mai copile! Tu nu pricepi romaneste, sau ce e?!? Imi zambeste parsiv, apoi soarbe din pahar: - Da, dar as vrea sa ma ajuti tu sa-mi dau jos astea... Probabil ca e una dintre zilele mele proaste de dupa divort. N-am chef de joaca, mai ales daca nu e initiata de mine... Ma uit urat la ea: - Da' ce? Inca te mai ajuta ai tai sa te imbraci si sa te dezbraci?!? Ia pune mana si da-ti jos boarfele alea si treci in pat! Hai! Fuga! Iar ii intorc spatele, preocupandu-ma de sculele muzicale... In sfarsit, ajunge si albumul la final. Sunt constient ca, foarte posibil, Michaela s-ar putea sa fie tot imbracata -- sunt hotarat sa-i pun inregistrarea in brate si sa-i dau papucii... Chiar ca am o zi proasta... In fine, ma intorc -- isi acopera rapid tatele goale -- iau paharul, sorb o inghititura, apoi o intreb: - Ce-ai, esti timida? Da din cap ca da... E clar. Vrea sa se joace... - OK! Hai ca te scap eu de stresul asta! Deja am inceput sa ma dezbrac -- nu ma opresc pana nu sunt complet gol, lasand-o pe Michaela sa se uite bine la pula mea. Continui: - Frumoaso, what you see is what you get! Hai, treci in pat si asteapta-ma!... - ... Pot, mai intai, sa ma duc pana la baie?... - Sigur! Te rog!... Se ridica si, acoperindu-si in continuare mamelele, pleaca la baie. In sfarsit, pun niste muzica in surdina, apoi imi aprind o tigara si astept. Frate! Dar ce-o face fata asta la baie? Au trecut, deja, mai bine de douazeci de minute!... In sfarsit, iata ca apare, cu halatul meu de baie pe ea si pantalonii in mana... Imi zambeste, un pic vinovat: - Mi-e teama ca ti-am cam compromis lama de ras... Bravo! Precis ca bagaboanta si-a ras flocii de la pizda! Imi vine s-o bag im doamna ma-sa, insa, ma rog, ma abtin... Se intoarce cu spatele la mine, lasa halatul sa cada pe mocheta -- alta chestie care ma face sa ma atac -- apoi sare in pat si se ascunde rapid sub cuvertura... Bine, pisicuto -- vrei sa te joci? Las' ca-ti dau eu un pic de joaca! Ma urc si eu in pat, insa, in loc sa ma bag sub cuvertura, langa ea, o incalec peste piept, lasandu-mi pula s-o loveasca peste nas, apoi i-o pozitionez in dreptul buzelor. Ii zambesc: - Hai! Gura mare! Mai degraba e serpisor -- scoate repede limba si-mi administreaza cateva ture in jurul capului pulii, apoi se ridica un pic si ma prinde cu buzele... E clar ca fata nu este la prima ei experienta de luat pula-n gura... Ii pun o mana dupa ceafa, ajutand-o sa se ridice mai mult, sa ma ia mai adanc in gura... In fine, incet, incet, imi trece supararea cauzata de lama mea de ras si de halat... Ma opresc, ma ridic si dau cuvertura de-o parte. Are picioarele desfacute un pic, iar mainile sunt acolo, jos -- cu dreapta si-a bagat doua degete in vagin, iar cu stanga-si freaca lindicul... Cam obsedata, fata, daca ma intrebati pe mine... Cum pula mea e deja uda cu saliva ei, iar ea, e clar, s-a excitat destul cu mainile, i-o bag fara alt preambul, constatand cu ocazia asta ca si-a ras flocii pana deasupra lindicului... Toate bune si la locul lor, doar ca... fata e foarte scurta in vagin! Daca imi pun mintea cu ea, o nenorocesc! Sunt doar pe trei sferturi inauntru si deja simt cum ii turtesc cervixul, o imping in uter... Va trebui sa fiu atent... Mai imping un pic, pic de tot, dar isi pune mana pe pieptul meu si, zambind, ma roaga: - E clar ca esti prea mare pentru mine... Nu vrei, te rog, sa te asezi pe spate si sa ma lasi pe mine deasupra? - De ce? Ti-e frica? Da din cap ca da... Ii zambesc si-mi retrag, incet, pula, pana nu mai ramane decat capul inauntru, apoi, brusc, intru din nou. Se incrunta si se crispeaza... - Ei, fetito, acum sa te vad cat de mare esti! Nu acolo, jos, ci aici, sus! Sa te vad daca-ti poti controla frica, apoi, daca esti fata buna, facem si cum vrei tu... Nu zice nimic, dar o ia cu transpiratii... Nu-si ia mainile de pe abdomenul meu, Doamne fereste! I se citeste frica in ochi, insa, ciudat, in clipa asta chiar imi face placere!... Nu-i vorba de sex, ci de atitudinea ei dinainte... O apuc de brate si i le fortez sa stea lipite de cearceaf. E de-a dreptul ingrozita!... Hai, gata, m-am jucat destul cu sufletul si corpul ei... Ii scot pula si ma intind pe spate, cu o perna sub cap, pregatit s-o las sa se chinuie cu mine vreo ora sau doua -- vreau s-o vad obosita, obosita rau de tot, insa fara sa-i mai fie frica... Ma incaleca de asa natura incat mi-e limpede ca si-ar dori un saij' noua. Ma umfla rasul. Ii explic ca singura femeie careia i-am facut asa ceva a fost sotia si ca n-am de gand sa schimb aceasta stare de fapt... Se da jos de pe pieptul meu, suparata, insa o apuc de buca curului si-i explic ca o sa am grija sa-i fac lucruri "frumoase" cu degetele... Se apuca de treaba, ma ia la lins si supt, in timp ce eu ii bag doua degete in pizda, iar cu degetul mare incep sa ma joc la intrarea curului. Dupa cum reactioneaza, ii place. Din pacate, in pozitia asta n-am cum sa-mi desfat privirile cu fata ei in timp ce-mi ia pula-n gura, insa, dupa ce simt, e bine... Ii imping degetul mare in cur -- se impinge, sa-l ia mai adanc. Incep sa-mi flexez degetele din pizda, in acelasi timp facand o miscare de du-te vino... Brusc se agita, tremura, geme, impingandu-se cu curul in mana mea... Dupa ce se relaxeaza, imi lasa pula din gura si se intoarce, incalecandu-ma si sarind pe pula... Nu mai are pic de teama in priviri... Isi misca soldurile cu hotarare, in fata, in spate, dreapta, stanga... Chiar ca-i buna si chiar ca stie ce face... Isi mai da drumul de vreo doua ori, insa dupa douazeci de minute e clar ca a obosit -- e uda toata de transpiratie. In timpul asta, ma distrez vazand-o cat de mirata e ca nu-mi dau drumul si eu... Iar se intoarce cu spatele la mine si ma calareste, tinandu-se de gleznele mele. Ca "bonus", ii bag si eu degetul mijlociu in cur. Are orgasm instant, tremura din toate incheieturile! Ma prinde cu o mana de coaie si mi le mangaie -- deja a inceput sa gafaie... Gata! Am pedepsit-o destul! Pana la coada, aici, in pat, e fata buna!... OK! Gata cu pedepsele! O prind de solduri si o ajut sa se intinda pe burta. Ii desfac picioarele si o patrund pe la spate. In felul asta, sigur n-o s-o doara, intrucat bucile curului ei nu ma vor lasa s-o patrund asa de adanc pe cat as putea, in alta postura... Cum, fiind calare pe ea, am mainile libere, incep sa-i masez gatul, spatele, coloana, ajung pana la buci, apoi reiau traseul... Dupa ce i-am bagat-o, nu m-am mai miscat, lasand-o pe ea sa se miste, dupa placul inimii... Deja toarce, in timp ce eu continui s-o masez pe spate... Brusc se crispeaza, imi prinde cearceaful in pumni, se impinge un pic mai tare "in pula", tremura, zvacneste, camuflandu-si strigatele de extaz in perna... Continui sa-mi tin pula bagata in ea, fara sa ma misc, doar masand-o, inca vreo zece minute. E complet relaxata, asa ca-i spun: - Acum, scumpete, va trebui sa ai incredere ca n-o sa te doara. O intorc pe spate, apoi o iau de craci si i-i pun pe umeri, i-o bag in pizda si incep s-o iau la pompe. Iar i-e frica. Are tendinta sa-mi impinga abdomenul cu mainile, asa ca simt nevoia sa-i spun: - Daca ma tot impingi in burta, n-o sa mai fiu in stare sa termin si, oricum, mainile tale nu ma pot opri. Ii dau un ciocan, usor, insa suficient de tare incat sa inteleaga ce vreau sa-i spun... Tresare, dar intelege si-si ia mainile de pe abdomenul meu, prinzandu-se cu ele de parul meu, mangaindu-ma... - Da, iubire! Asta da! Imi place! Continui s-o tin in pompe, pana cand, fiind aproape, o intreb: - Ti-o dau in gura, sau in fund? Deschide gura si-si scoate limba, imitand miscarile de lingere a capului pulii... Nu-si mai da deloc drumul -- e clar ca i-e frica, chiar daca se straduieste sa nu o arate... Ma hotarasc sa-i fac ceva, asa ca ma opresc din pompat, tinandu-mi pula adanc infipta in pizda ei, in timp ce cu degetul mare de la mana incep sa-i masez lindicul. Dupa nici cinci minute, apare rezultatul -- isi da, iarasi, drumul! ... E grozav!... Reiau pompele, de data asta hotarat sa nu ma mai opresc pana nu termin! In mai putin de cinci minute simt ca imi vine. Ies, ma ridic in picioare, frecandu-mi pula cu putere, pana cand Michaela reuseste sa se ridice in genunchi si sa preia operatiunea... O apuc de par, o mangai, apoi o strang si o fac sa ia mai multa pula in gat... gata! Lasa sa i se scurga un pic de sperma pe la coltul gurii -- a vazut femeia asta la pornografie, la greu!... Si-i si place sa se dea in spectacol! Mergem la baie, insa ma roaga insistent sa ma spal si s-o las singura... - Ce-ai frumusete, iar te-a apucat sfiiciunea?!? Lasa capul plecat -- nu-mi raspunde... Ma spal la chiuveta, apoi ies. Dupa vreo zece minute, apare. Se aseaza pe jos, langa fotoliul meu si-mi imbratiseaza picioarele, sprijinundu-si parul ei cel minunat de pula si coaiele mele... Se uita in ochii mei, umila, de jos in sus... - Iarta-ma, dar cand eram mai mica am avut o experienta... traumatizanta... de-asta nu te pot lasa cu mine la dus... Bai frate! Sunt proaspat divortat! Am belelele mele sentimentale, hachitele mele, doar de psihanaliza nu am chef!... Tac, ce naiba pot face?... Eu da, insa ea, nu! In doua vorbe, cand era eleva de liceu, printr-a zecea, taica-sau a spalat-o pe spate -- ca ma-sa nu era acasa -- apoi, beat fiind, i-a acordat si un "bonus", sodomizand-o, acolo, in baie... Omul, cica e foarte bun profesional, insa, dupa ce ajunge acasa, se face prastie, pana ce nu mai stie de el... Nici astazi nu crede ca tipul isi aduce aminte ca i-a bagat pula-n cur cu forta... Sunt, in continuare, in cele mai bune relatii... Maica-sa habar n-are despre eveniment, Michaela, convinsa fiind ca, daca ar fi aflat, probabil ca l-ar fi omorat... Cica in seara respectiva ar fi plecat la un tip care-i tot tragea clopotele si l-a lasat pe baiat s-o dezvirgineze, ba mai mult, i-a cerut s-o futa si-n cur... Asa a considerat ea ca poate spala, cu sange si durere, rusinea... Nu a vrut sa-si vada familia destramata din cauza greselii comise de taica-sau... Ce pot sa-i zic? Ca unii l-ar condamna pentru fapta sa, in timp ce altii, probabil, ar condamna-o pe ea ca l-a iertat... Totusi, sa fii fata de saisprezece ani si sa-l rogi pe tata sa te spele pe spate... Nu stiu cum sa inchid subiectul mai repede... Se uita in ochii mei: - Ma poti condamna pentru faptul ca-mi iubesc atat de mult parintii?... Iti imaginezi, probabil, ce se alegea de familia noastra daca izbucnea un scandal!... O dau pe filozofie: - Nu traim intr-o lume perfecta, iar ce se intampla la voi in casa, pana la urma, e treaba voastra -- nu trebuia sa-mi povestesti si chiar iti recomand sa nu mai spui la nimeni... Sunt, oarecum, jenat, insa, din fericire, pula mea nu are astfel de sentimente... Parul Michaelei a intaratat-o. Aproape ca-mi vine sa ma scuz, insa, cand o vad pe Michaela cum mi-o linge si mi-o ia in gura, realizez ca mai bine tac... Michaela e intaratata rau! Mi-o suge, mi-o linge, mi-o mai si freaca cu mana, alternand cu mangaierea coaielor... O prind de subsuori si o ridic -- o sarut, apoi o ridic si mai sus, luandu-i sfarcurile la lins, supt, muscat... Nu se poate abtine -- isi duce mainile intre picioare, masturbandu-se... Ma opresc o clipa: - Fato, orice ar fi, ai, te rog, incredere ca n-o sa-ti produc vreo durere, decat daca tu-mi vei cere asa ceva!... Michaela and Jacob (A BDSM Romance) Michaela was the most tired she had ever been in all of her 42 years. Or at least the most tired that she could remember. Her entire life seemed to be catching up to her at once – and she longed for a reprieve of some kind. But she couldn't envision what form it would take, and didn't dare pray for rest because she knew too well the maxim "be careful what you wish for." Praying for rest could mean the end of her business, or worse – eternal rest. So she fanned herself with the morning newspaper as she made her way through the already-drenching humidity of a Philadelphia late-summer morning to her shop to open for the day. It was 1763 and finally peace was settling into the colonies following the long French and Indian War. But a postwar depression came with the peace and Michaela's millinery wasn't doing as well as it had in the war years. There had been so many soldiers who needed clothing; so much British specie to pay for it. To say nothing of privateers coming in, their pockets loaded with booty, wanting to look like the gentry class status their conquests had purchased for them. She had had to hire extra help meet orders on time and make deliveries. Business had boomed but now things had slowed to a trickle. She had to let some of her workers go, which had upset the local free black community that depended on successful community business owners like Michaela to give a leg up to others. But as bad as it felt for her to walk into church every Sunday and see their scornful faces, it was nothing compared to the fear and anxiety that gripped her every day; the fear that she could lose the business altogether – and then what? At 42 she could hardly pick up and start again. And Philadelphia had plenty of other milliners to choose from -- as would New York or Boston or wherever else she might choose to move to. Clothing, sewing, fabrics – it was all she knew. A skill she had acquired from almost a decade- long apprenticeship. Her mother had been the servant for a Scottish farmer in Lancaster County. By the time her mother was 24 she had also borne him 3 children. When her mother died giving birth to a fourth child, their father had all of his children "bound-out" to trades rather than face the community scorn of raising them as his true-born children. Her two brothers went to Philadelphia and into the merchant marine; Michaela was apprenticed to a milliner. She was a naturally gifted seamstress, and by the time she was ready to start her own shop she had established a reputation for quality clothing. She also had brothers who, because of their merchant connections, could acquire fabrics at cheaper prices (sometimes flat-out stolen) than her competition. There was one other option that might have changed her personal fortune that Michaela had always shied away from: marriage. It wasn't as if she hadn't had her share of offers – she was an eligible free black bachelorette. And it wasn't as if she had never been tempted; she felt the same stirrings under her petticoat that every woman felt. Stirrings that caused her to abuse her cunt almost nightly). But English common law was clear: all property of a woman transferred automatically to her husband when she married. Michaela was determined never to take that chance; never to put her safety and security in the hands of a man who might say he loved her but could walk away with (or gamble away) everything. So she had never married; never had children (although she loved them; she doted on her nieces and nephews spoiling them rotten when times were good). She had sacrificed her own personal happiness for a lifetime of security. But now even that sacrifice seemed to be in vain and with no love to come home to; nothing but her own fingers to pleasure herself with . . . no wonder she felt like she could sleep for a century. Michaela had nearly finished her Monday morning routine: quick inventory of fabrics, make sure orders are ready for delivery; answer correspondence. She was ready to begin cutting the fabric for the hats the Covington family had ordered for their twin girls when Mr. Harris walked in with a man she had never seen before. He was tall, older (she guessed around 60), well-built with deep brown eyes that seemed to look right through her. Mr. Harris was one of her regular white customers; she had built up a strong clientele with the nouveau riche of Philadelphia who wanted to look the part but couldn't afford the more elite English or French milliners in the city. Michaela could produce the same quality but cheaper and her reputation had spread. She rose to greet Mr. Harris, curtsying slightly while Harris tipped his cap. "Good morning Ms. MacGregor. I would like to introduce you to Mr. Jacob Hallam. He's a cousin newly arrived in the city from Charleston. He's undertaking a voyage to Canada in a few months and needs to be outfitted for their cold winters." Michaela curtysied toward Mr. Hallam who smiled slyly and tipped his cap. As a milliner, Michaela didn't make full suits of clothing (only male tailors did that) but she did make cloaks, hats, hoods and muffs – all necessary for Canada's bitter cold winters. Harris turned to Michaela. "So – can you accommodate us, Ms. MacGregor? Can you keep my cousin warm?" Michaela smiled and responded, "Always happy to serve a good client like Mr. Harris or a cousin of his. Will this be on Mr. Harris' account, or . . .?" Suddenly Hallam chimed in, "No – I will pay in cash." Harris turned to Michaela and said, "Excellent! Well, shall I leave you to it? I have an appointment and must take my leave." Hallam, looking at Michaela, said, "I am sure I am in good hands." Michaela wasn't sure what was more erotic: the way he was undressing her with his eyes or the way his words promised something far more than a business transaction. Her mouth suddenly went dry and she croaked out, "My assistant Charles is out on a delivery. Until he gets back can I show you some of our heavier woolen fabrics?" Hallam, looking puzzled, said to Michaela, "Why do we need your assistant present?" Michaela looked toward the curtained area in the back of the store, blushed, and said, "To take your measurements. We are alone in the shop. It wouldn't be proper, er . . . it's not considered appropriate for me to, er . . . ." Hallam smiled and said calmly but forcefully, "I am a busy man Ms. MacGregor. I too have appointments. I don't have time to wait for lackeys. I won't stand on ceremony if you won't and your reputation is safe with me. Shall we?" and with that Hallam pointed her toward the curtain in the back. She didn't know why, but Michaela felt compelled to do as he wished even though she knew it was dangerous – and a little scandalous. After Michaela entered the small curtained room with the full-length mirror, Hallam closed the curtain slowly behind them. He stood in the center of the room and Michaela became aware that she was having difficulty breathing. It wasn't the closeness of the space or the pressing of her corset on her curvy frame; it was the fact that Hallam seemed to command so much of the space. She fumbled with the tape a bit and asked him to extend his arms outwards. She refused to look at his face, avoiding those penetrating eyes. With his arms extended he watched her work and asked her seemingly innocuous questions about how long she had owned the shop, how long she had fitted Harris, what she thought of the late war. She answered politically but briefly, keeping her eyes focused on the tape. Then Michaela needed to measure his chest. She stood in front of him and indicated she would need to wrap the tap around his back. He smiled and told her to proceed. Michaela wrapped her arms with the tape around him, and discovered she was shaking. The smell of him (natural musk and . . . sandalwood?) was intoxicating; she almost felt woozy. She managed to take his waist measurement and was starting to feel relieved this humiliation would soon be over. But then Hallam interjected, "I'll need a pair of trousers to match the cloak." Michaela looked him square in the eye and said, "Then Sir will need to see a Tailor. I'm a milliner – I do not make men's trousers." Hallam's eyes suddenly turned steely, pinning her with their intensity. "And how will the trousers match if they are made by someone else?" Without missing a beat, Michaela answered, "I'll give Sir a bolt of the same fabric to take to the tailor – or have it delivered if it pleases you." "No. You will make them both or you will make nothing – understand?" However uncomfortable she felt, this was business and she needed this sale. And it wasn't as if she had never made trousers before – she'd made several for her own brothers or for friends. "Yes Sir. Very well." She stepped back, took a deep breath, and asked him a question hoping to avoid what was inevitable. "Mr. Hallam? Do you know what your inside leg measurement is?" Hallam just shook his head slowly side to side. "Um, I really think we need to wait for my assistant . . . ." "I told you – I am a busy man. Take my measure now or forget the sale. I am sure I can find another tailor in this city." Michaela took another deep breath, gathered her skirts, and crouched down on her knees. Her eyes were level with his crotch. In barely a whisper she asked, "Do you dress left or right, Sir?" Suddenly she saw his pants start to bulge in front of her; she could see the outline of his cock begin to protrude against his trousers just above her right eye. It shocked her, but it also aroused her and it took all of her strength not to reach up and stroke Hallam's bulging cock; to free it from his pants and demand that he put it inside her now wet cunt. From above she heard a voice say slyly, "Well?" "Left, Sir." She took the measurement as quickly as she could and stood facing him again feeling shaky on her feet. "Finished?" "Yes Mr. Hallam – finished." Suddenly the measuring tape was snatched from Michaela's hands and thrown around her like a lasso. Hallam used the tape to pull her toward him and she felt herself being pushed up against the mirror behind her. The full weight of Hallam was on her and before she knew what was happening he was kissing her. "Kissing" wasn't really an accurate description – his tongue had launched a full-scale invasion of her mouth, and Michaela – pinned by the tape he was grasping tightly, could do nothing but let the enemy advance. She did, however, trade him volley for volley with her own tongue, moaning deeply into his mouth. What was happening to her? Kissing some strange white man in the dressing room of her store?! Allowing herself to be molested this way? Suddenly he broke off the kiss and said breathlessly, "Enough, wench. I just wanted to take your measure. Turnabout is fair play." Michaela, unable to help herself, leaned in to try to kiss him again. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. "Mmm – someone is a lusty wench, isn't she?" Michaela couldn't respond. How could she? "Answer me," he said firmly. "Yes . . . Yes Sir." Hallam smiled and lightly touched Michaela's cheek. When he pulled away it gave Michaela enough space to gather herself and remember their purpose for being in that room to begin with. "I should have the coat cut in a week; you'll need to come in for another measurement. And then a week after that for the trousers." "Very well – one week." And with that he turned, opened the curtain, and walked out of the store. Michaela's corset had never felt so tight, nor her cunt so wet. She could feel her arousal soaking her breeches as she doubled-over trying to catch her breath and process all the new emotions sweeping through her. It was the longest week of Michaela's life for more reasons than one. That night of the kiss, Michaela hardly knew what to do with herself. She had a knot of desire in the pit of her stomach that wouldn't go away. Not even her own fingers could quench it. And what was more was her shock at how quickly she had given in to Hallam – a complete stranger. Not just a stranger – a white southern stranger! For all she knew, he might even be a slave owner. Ten minutes and she nearly gave herself to him completely in the dressing room of her own store? She dare not look in a mirror for fear of not knowing the stranger staring back at her. She determined the next day to start work on his clothing; to have that suit finished as soon as possible to rid herself of him for once and for all. Work – it had always been her salvation. The next day Michaela was at work on a warm woolen cloak for Hallam when an idea struck her: Canada. With the war being over and Britain now controlling Canada, there might be a market beyond Hallam. She quickly paused in her work and dashed off to the printers to place an advertisement. In three days she had all the business she could handle and was able to hire back her employees. But as the end of the week got nearer, she became even more anxious and that knot got more unbearable. That weekend she barely slept a wink. She just couldn't keep her hands out of her cunt either, thinking about what would happen on Monday when Hallam came to collect his suit. Sometimes she rubbed her clit slowly, remembering how his tongue felt in her mouth. Other times she rubbed fast and hard remembering how his big cock bulged in his pants. And she always came thinking about that hard white cock inside her. Once, for the first time, she actually put a finger inside her cunt. Not deep, but just enough to feel what it might be like. And then she licked her finger, tasting her arousal. She had become so wanton in only a week; she hardly knew herself. Monday morning she was on pins and needles waiting for Hallam to walk in. The cloak was well on its way to being perfect – one of her best. She wanted him to love it, and she wanted to see him in it. And out of it. But the morning passed, and no Hallam. She busied herself with other activities that often kept her in the back of the store. Every time the shop bell rang she practically sprinted to the front of the store to see if it was him. Afternoon arrived and her employee Jack asked her if she wanted to join his family for tea but she declined – she didn't want to take the chance she might miss Hallam. Michaela did have to leave briefly in the later afternoon to escort her niece from school, but when she returned only Sally was in the back room. The time came to close up the store and Michaela was puzzled. She looked over to where she had hung his cloak cut-out that morning – it was gone! She turned quickly to Sally and asked her what had happened to it? Sally told her, "Mr. Hallam came in while you were out. Jack took his measurements. He left the cloak in the fitting room for you." Michaela felt suddenly bereft. Utterly bereft – as if all the wind had been knocked out of her. She couldn't remember ever feeling so lonely and empty. Other than to use the privy in the back alley she had only stepped out for what – 30 minutes? How was it that those were the 30 minutes he decided to make an appearance? Surely he had not been watching? Waiting? Such a ridiculous thought! After she closed the store, Michaela walked home feeling exhausted again. It was one of the times she wished that instead of letting the space above the store for extra income she had chosen to live there rather than walk the 4 blocks to her small home near Printer's Row. (She often wished this especially on blistery winter nights as well.) She wanted to crawl into bed and never get out again. There was no knot of desire, no twinges in her cunt – just emptiness. She was across the street from her house when she saw the horse at the post outside her door. Then she saw the man casually leaning in the doorway. It was Hallam. When he saw her approach he stepped into the street to greet her, tipping his cap. Michaela froze, not quite knowing how to react. She was elated and angry and shocked all at the same time. How did he know where she lived? "Good evening Ms. MacGregor. I wanted to compliment you personally on the fine cloak you are making for me." "Thank you, Mr. Hallam. I was expecting to see you at my shop today – not my private home. This isn't proper. How did you find out I live here?" Jacob responded, "I've been asking about you." Seeing the look of alarm on Michaela's face, he continued, "Don't worry – I was discreet. I will tell you more, but if propriety is a concern, perhaps this conversation is best continued indoors?" Michaela hesitated briefly. Surely she was not about to let a lascivious stranger into her home? But her curiosity got the better of her; and thoughts of his cock bulge still danced in her head. So looked up and down the street and seeing no one she moved past him to unlock the door, trying to act nonchalant. He followed her into the house and closed the door behind him, grabbing her by the back of her neck and kissing her. God how she had craved this! With no hesitation her hands found their way around his waist, and her tongue lapped eagerly at his. When he finally came up for air, he pushed her away from him and looked at her. "For a such a saucy wench you have led a sheltered life. Still unplucked, as I understand it?" Michaela blushed and felt embarrassed. Jacob gently touched her burning red cheek and said, "I know you never married; no one has ever seen you with a steady beau. You're a spinster. You have your work and that's all, am I right?" Hearing it out loud like that had a strange effect on Michaela – she could feel the tears start to form involuntarily and she tried to turn away from him. But Jacob grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. "The work isn't enough, anymore is it?" "No – not it isn't," she choked out. Jacob kissed her and said, "I have what you need, but you're going to have to beg for it, understand wench?" Michaela realized this was a point of no return. If she opened this door there would be no closing it; if she became this person there would be no way back. And still she dropped to her knees in front of this strange man and saw his bulge growing again just like it had in the shop. She looked up into his eyes and said, "Fuck me Sir – please fuck me with your hard cock." Jacob looked down at her and said, "Why should I waste my cock on a black whore like you?" The words tumbled out of her from a place inside she didn't even know existed a week ago. "Because only your fuck can satisfy a whore like me. Only your seed will quench my hunger." Jacob closed his eyes and pulled Michaela to her feet. He whirled her around and bent her over the entryway table. Jacob quickly hiked up her skirts and roughly pulled down her underclothes. She heard a buckle and a rustle and then she gasped when she felt his hard cock inside her tight wet cunt. She gasped more as Jacob plunged himself in deeper, thrusting. Then suddenly he withdrew his cock. Michaela was relieved of her virgin pain but felt that horrible emptiness again. "No! Please! Sir – don't stop – fuck me!" She felt the sharp sting of a hand on her ass. Then again on the other cheek. "Black whores get fucked when Sir says they get fucked, understand?" "Yes Sir!" "Good." Jacob spanked her hard a few more times and said, "Mmm – I'm going to enjoy this; being the first one to see this beautiful ass turn pink." Then he ordered Michaela to stand up and untie her corset. Her hands were shaking, but she complied immediately. She could see in the hallway mirror she was facing that behind her Jacob was stroking his cock watching her. When her corset tumbled to the floor and her breasts bounced in front of her, Jacob's hands left his cock and he started to pinch and squeeze her nipples while sucking on her neck. "Mmm – you taste almost as good as you look. Down." She bent over and she felt his hard white cock inside her wet cunt again. She moaned from the pain and the fullness. He thrust hard and deep, but slowly. Almost too slowly. After each thrust he taunted her with his words. "How did a whore like you get such a tight cunt?" And, "A slut like you should be selling your cunt, not cloaks." And he made her tell him that she was a whore, a slut, a black wench who craved only white cock. And she did, and she meant it, but she didn't understand how or why. "Touch yourself slut, and cum when I tell you to – and not before." Desperate for relief, Michaela began to rub her clit furiously; Jacob started to thrust faster. "Now. Cum now!" She could feel Jacob's hands grabbing tight to her ass cheeks, and she came loudly, but not as loudly as Jacob who put his arms around her to steady himself during his climax. She could feel him breathing heavy on the back of her neck. He slowly stood, pulling her up with him. They were both out of breath. Michaela and Jacob (A BDSM Romance) She turned around to face him, to kiss him, but he stopped her, and grabbed her right hand, the one that had been on her clit. "Lick them clean," he told her and she did. Then he pointed down to his still-hard cock and told her to clean it off. Michaela knelt down and reached down for one of her petticoats. She wiped off her virgin blood and noticed . . . . "Sir?" she asked looking up at Jacob. "Yes?" "Shouldn't there be . . . I mean, there isn't any . . ." "Seed? It runs in my family. You don't need to worry about issue." It had not occurred to Michaela until that moment to worry about getting with child, but she was relieved nonetheless. Then Jacob looked down at her and said, "Now clean off my cock properly, wench. The way a whore should." Michaela took his now-soft cock into her hand and started to wrap her lips around the head of his member. But he grabbed her long dark hair and forced her to look up at him. "No teeth cunt. Suck it like a good black wench should – understand?" Michaela said, "Yes Sir," and took him into her mouth. She could taste her own juices and her nose was inhaling the musk of his balls. Her ears could hear his satisfied moans. Her cunt was getting moist and she started to rub her clit. He was getting hard again inside her mouth! She had never felt so wanton and so fulfilled. She was desperate to make him cum, to bring him pleasure. Jacob heard Michaela moaning, he saw that she was touching her cunt and he could smell her arousal. He pulled out of her mouth and growled, "Take your fingers out of your cunt! Don't cum you black bitch – not until I tell you to." Michaela complied immediately and started to suck his cock again, but Jacob stepped back. "Take me to your bed." Michaela picked up her clothes from the floor and walked toward her bedroom in the back of the house, pausing only to light a candelabra to light their way. Once inside, Jacob took the candle from her and told her to get naked and lie down on the bed. He proceeded to light the candles Michaela kept on either side of her bed, then he blew out the candelabra. Jacob stood at the side of the bed and undressed slowly, telling Michaela to watch (as if she could take her eyes off of him). When he was completely naked he started to stroke his cock with his right hand, and then his left started to fondle her clit. Michaela started to moan and writhe at his touch. "Now, what did I tell you?" "I can't cum until you tell me to." "That's right. Now sit up and suck my cock until I cum, whore." Michaela sat up on the edge of her big feather bed. Jacob was tall, but she still had to bend down to put his cock in her mouth. She started to suck hard and deep and Jacob started thrusting inside her mouth. His thrusts were going deeper each time and she was afraid she would choke, but when she tried to pull back, he pushed her head back down. She gagged and thought she was going to vomit but Jacob just moaned and told her what a good black cocksucker she was and then suddenly he came hard inside her mouth. She was finally able to sit up, eyes running, nose running. She reached for a handkerchief by her bedside while Jacob composed himself. Then he told her to pull back the covers and get into the bed. He climbed in on top of her and kissed her deeply. "You have been such an obedient black wench; I think you deserve a reward. I want you to cum as often as you want, understand?" "Yes Sir." Jacob started trailing kisses down her neck, sucking and taking little bites. Then he lingered over her tits doing the same thing: licking, sucking, biting – when he bit her nipples she yelped but she didn't tell him to stop. It hurt but it felt like heaven all at the same time. He continued down her belly, and he paused just at the apex of her cunt. He looked up and told her, "Don't hold back – as often as you need to." Then she felt sensations she never thought possible when Jacob's tongue started to dance on her clit; when his fingers slid and thrust inside her. And she came again and again, bucking her hips off the bed, Jacob trying to hold her down to force her to feel every spasm completely. She lost track of how many times she came and was barely cognizant that Jacob had stopped and was hovering over her. He kissed her and she could taste her juices on his tongue, his lips. He stuck his fingers in her mouth and she sucked them clean. Then he quietly lay beside her and pulled her into his arms, holding her tenderly. He kissed her forehead and hair, stroked her arm, and she clung to him as if her life depended on his presence. She felt completely content and whole for the first time in her life. Just before she fell asleep, she heard Jacob whisper, "I think I've waited a lifetime for you, do you know that?" She was too overwhelmed and too exhausted to respond, and she gave in to the growing darkness behind her eyes. When Michaela awakened, Jacob was gone. Walking to the store that morning, Michaela didn't feel empty or bereft or exhausted. She knew that she would see Jacob again. She was also acutely aware of how she should be feeling. She should have felt used and abandoned; she should have felt like a whore who did sinful, damnable things to and with a complete stranger. She should have felt guilty for giving up her maidenhead to a white southerner who was possibly a slaveowner. But she didn't feel any of those things. What she did feel was strangely calm; strangely happy. She felt . . . free. As if the weight of the world was finally off of her shoulders. And she felt freed from the prison of her own longing and desires. Free to be a completely wanton whore for someone – for Jacob. She was sure when her workers showed up they could read it in her face, but of course that was in her imagination. But they did notice that she wasn't barking orders like usual – her tone was more even and calm. They did notice that she smiled more often and laughed easier and actually seemed to be enjoying her work for the first time in longer than they could remember. And they noticed that, an hour before closing time, when Jacob Hallam walked in the door the already stuffy temperature in the store went up a noticeable few more degrees. Without taking her eyes off of Jacob Michaela said, "That's enough for today everyone – I'll see you tomorrow." Her employees did not need to be told twice to leave early – they exited the store quickly and without fanfare. Jacob closed the door behind them, hung up the "Closed" sign, and drew the shades. Then he crossed the room to Michaela who felt planted to the floor. As he approached her she said, "Who are you?" He kissed her, the stepped back and made a grand bow saying, "Jacob Hallam, hemp merchant – at your service." Then he took her hand and led her toward the back storeroom. But she stopped and said, "Do you own slaves?" He kissed her again, smiled, and said, "Only one." Michaela's face fell, and she suddenly felt like she might be ill, but Jacob held her and said, "She's a milliner who looks like a Venus, fucks like a slut, and loves with her whole being." Michaela shook her head and said, "How can you . . .? You don't know me – you don't know anything about me." Jacob took both her hands and pulled her to the back room. As he walked backward, Michaela in tow, he responded, "Don't know you? I know you better than you think." He pulled the curtain behind them and pulled Michaela to him so she could feel his hard cock pressing up against her through his trousers. She moaned, started to kiss his neck, and her hand reached down to free his thick cock. But Jacob stopped her hand and he grabbed her hair and pulled – hard. "For instance, I know that you want me to fuck you now." Then Jacob reached inside his trousers and pulled out his cock, and said, "Now tell me wench – am I wrong?" Michaela shook her head no, and Jacob wheeled her around, yanked up her petticoats and yanked down her breeches and spanked her – hard. Michaela yelped, and she knew she should be angry, upset – she should hate this. She should feel humiliated. But she didn't; she liked the feel of his hand, of how alive she felt. "When I ask you a question I expect you to answer me properly, whore!" Smack! "Yes Sir!" "Tell me – am I wrong about you?" "No, Sir!" The smacks came faster, the stings more painful. She wanted to tell him to stop, but she was enjoying being at his mercy. Suddenly he stopped and rubbed her ass tenderly with his hands. Then he wheeled her around again to face him and his hard cock. There were tears running down her cheeks and he said, "Now tell me what you want, my precious wench." Michaela looked in Jacob's eyes and said, "I want to suck your cock, Sir, and then I want you to fuck me in my cunt. And then . . . ." "Then what, whore?" She could hardly believe what she was about to say. "I want you to sodomize me." Jacob closed his eyes, sighed, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "As my black wench wishes." He ordered her to undress then to kneel and suck his hard thick white cock. While Michaela sucked him, Jacob said, "Your black mouth was made for my cock; suck it like the slut that you are." After a few minutes he pulled back and told her to stand up and bend over. She felt him plunge his thick white cock deep into her cunt and he started thrusting. Michaela reached for her clit, but Jacob pulled his cock out of her cunt and said, "No – you didn't ask for that." "But . . . please Sir . . ." Smack! "I said no – if I want you to beg I will tell you to." He started thrusting again, and Michaela took some consolation from the fact that she could feel her orgasm begin to build from inside; she would have relief soon from the pounding her cunt was taking from Jacob's big cock. But when she felt herself get close Jacob suddenly pulled out again. Michaela panted, "Sir – oh no – please." Smack! "My black wench didn't ask if she could cum either, did she?" "No, oh Sir, please!" Smack! Smack! "I said No -- what did I tell you about begging?" "Yes Sir," Michaela whimpered. Jacob resumed his thrusting and each time she got close he stopped and started again; by the fourth time Michaela was ready to burst into tears. Then she heard him clear his throat and she felt something wet on her asshole. Then she felt something being inserted – a finger? With Jacob's cock thrusting in her cunt and now his finger in her asshole she felt so . . . complete. It felt strange and it even hurt a little, but she was also enjoying the fullness. When she came close to cumming again he pulled out and now she felt real pain in her asshole as Jacob plunged the thick bulbous head of his cock in. "Breath, Michaela . . . breathe slowly. Relax." She tried to relax and breathe and he pushed in deeper. The pain was intense and she wanted him to stop but she couldn't find the words to tell him to and she didn't know why. He started to thrust slowly in her asshole, moaning and saying, "Now I have all of you, my beautiful black wench. Now all of you belongs to me. Now I own you." Then she felt his fingers working inside her cunt. "Now beg me to cum – beg your Master for release." Michaela tried to form the words but all she could get out was "please, please . . . ." Jacob kept working his fingers and his cock and said, "Let go Michaela – surrender." Michaela inhaled and said without thinking, without caring, spoke from her heart: "Let your black wench cum Master! She needs to cum on her Master's white cock – the only cock she will ever need. Teach your black slut what it means to be a slave to Master!" Jacob came hard inside Michaela's ass and then pulled out. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Then his fingers started to thrust hard in her cunt. "Cum for your Master – cum, slut!" Michaela pushed back against Jacob's fingers and let her orgasms overtake her, one after the other. When she thought she couldn't take anymore, Jacob removed his fingers from her cunt and pinched her clit. She cried out and collapsed, tumbling to the floor in trembling spasms. Jacob lay behind her, spooning her, rubbing her ass cheeks. Michaela's ass stung from the spanking, her asshole felt raw and stung, and she was still feeling the aftershocks in her cunt and her clit. She concentrated on her breathing; every single part of her seemed sensitive. Jacob continued to rub her ass, petting her hair and face, whispering tender words in her ear. "Thank you sweet one. Thank you for your surrender." Michaela said barely above a whisper, "Who are you?" Jacob only smiled and continued to pet her. Then Michaela turned to face him, and said, "What did you mean last night when you said you'd 'waited a lifetime for me'?" He kissed her sweetly and said, "I've waited my whole life for a woman who would give herself to me completely. Let me fulfill every wanton desire. A woman who was a pure slut." At the words "pure slut" Michaela felt horrified and Jacob saw it on her face. He laughed, "By 'pure slut' I mean a woman who is wanton and lascivious by nature, in her bones. In her soul – not by artifice or act. For the longest time I thought I would find such a woman in, well, the obvious places. But those women were only pretending for my benefit, or theirs. It wasn't who they really were. I knew I wouldn't find her where I expected to. But I didn't think it would take this long." Michaela tried to measure her words carefully. "But when we met we hardly said three words to each other – how could you know? Or do you go around molesting every woman you meet?" Jacob laughed and then he looked deep into her eyes. He said, "I knew when you first came into this room with me without hesitation that you were fearless. I knew when you first dropped down on your knees in front of me and watched my cock get hard and you didn't run out of this room screaming that you were curious. And I knew when I kissed you the first time in this room and you looked like you wanted me to devour you that I had found you. And I knew when I fucked your virgin cunt and made you cum that I would never let anyone else fuck you again." He put his hand firmly on Michaela's face, forcing her to look into his eyes. "I knew then that you were mine. MINE." Michaela reached up, put her hand behind his head and pulled him down into a kiss. "Yes Master – yours. Only yours." Jacob kissed her and he took his leave telling her that he had other pressing business to attend to and wouldn't be able to see her again until his trouser fitting in another week. Although Michaela didn't see Jacob, he sent messages and letters. Some were fanciful and light-hearted; others would have made Caligula blush. As much as she missed his kisses and his touch she felt safe and held knowing she was His. He had sent word ahead about when he was coming in for his trouser fitting. Michaela sent her employees out to be sure they would have the shop to themselves. When Hallam came into the store, Michaela stood up from her work and slowly walked into the dressing room. Jacob followed, closing the curtain behind him. Michaela removed the finished cloak from the mannequin and stood behind Jacob to place it around his shoulders. He placed his arms inside, while she smoothed the fabric, carefully looking at the cut and fit in the mirror opposite. She was quite pleased with her work, and could see from the smile on Jacob's face that he was as well. She stood in front of him and asked, "Does it please you, Sir? Does it fit well?" "Very well. You do excellent work, Ms. MacGregor. You have exceeded your reputation." Michaela smiled at his praise, then removed the cloak and placed it back on the mannequin. Then she reached for the trousers that she had begun that needed to be re-measured. "If Sir will remove his trousers?" Jacob looked at her and said, "That's a job for Sir's black wench." Michaela put down the new trousers, and began to unfasten Jacob's belt buckle. Then she started to undo the buttons. Without thinking, she reached inside to stroke Jacob's cock which was already getting hard. She reached up to kiss Jacob, but he pulled his head back and stilled her hand. "Are you too much of a lusty whore to perform your duties? Do I need to teach you a lesson about how to serve your Master?" The look in his eyes told her that she needed to listen and obey. She bent down and removed his shoes and stocking, sliding his trousers down, letting him step out. She placed the new trousers at his feet so he could step into them. They were only rough cut-outs. She needed to pin them more for a better fit. She reached for her pin-cushion and Jacob said, "If you prick me, I will punish you." "Sir?" "If you prick my skin with your pins, I will punish you – understand?" "Yes Sir." Michaela was a professional. With the exception of a very fidgety coffee merchant and occasionally rambunctious children, she could not remember the last time she had pricked a client. But with the threat of punishment looming over her, her hands were more unsteady than usual. She had difficulty maintaining her focus. Jacob had spanked her before and she assumed that was what he meant. It was more adrenaline than fear that was making her unsteady; she had no real fear of Jacob's hand pinking up her ass. In a way, she looked forward to it. She tried to concentrate, but between the looming threat and Jacob's bulging cock only inches away . . . . prick! Jacob inhaled like a snake and said, "That's one." A moment later, prick! "That's two." Altogether she pricked him 4 times before she finished pinning him. Then came the delicate process of removing the trousers with the pins in. Prick number 5. Jacob said, "Close the shop, lock the door, then return to me." Michaela complied, and assumed a position to let him spank her, leaning over facing the mirror. Jacob immediately snatched her up and growled at her, "Who is the Master and who is the slave? Manner of punishment is not your choice, understand?" Michaela trembled and said, "Yes Sir – sorry Sir. You're the Master." "Now take off your corset, I want to see your tits." Michaela did so, and then Jacob reached for the pin cushion. "How many times did my black slave prick Me?" "Five times, Sir." "Clasp your hands behind your head. If you remove them, I will double your punishment – understand?" Michaela placed her hands as Jacob said and said she understood. Jacob removed one pin from the cushion and showed it to her. Then he traced it delicately down her sternum, and around her left areola. Then the right. "I want you to count each one out loud. And I want you to say, 'Thank You Sir – may I have another?' Understood?" "Understood Sir." Michaela was trembling all over – what was he going to do? Was he going to draw blood? Cut her? Really cause her pain? Had she let this go too far? Suddenly she saw him – and felt him -- quickly jab the needle into her right nipple. It was the quickest of stings, but in her erect sensitive nipple it radiated through her. She cried out and then remembered Sir's threat. "One. Thank you Sir – may I have another?" This time it was the left nipple. "Two. Thank you Sir – may I have another?" The third and fourth he held the needle a little longer; and the fifth and final one longer still. There was no blood really; just the tiniest of pin-pricks. And the pain had not been excruciating just unfamiliar, stinging, and shocking. By the end she was panting and Jacob's cock was as hard as marble. He told her to put her arms down, and he kissed her sweetly. "Such a good wench. Now use your hand and make Master cum." Michaela licked her right hand a couple times, then took Jacob's hard throbbing cock in it and started to stroke it. Jacob started fucking Michaela's mouth with his lips and his tongue. She stroked faster and harder, encouraged by every moan. One hand grabbed her ass while the other held her neck while he nibbled and kissed it, breathing heavily. Finally he came hard and Michaela smiled knowing she had pleased Him (and enjoying the fact that she could still wear this dress home without needing to clean it). He pulled her down to the floor with him and pulled up her petticoat. He removed her breeches and started to fondle her clit and her play with her wet cunt. She moaned at his touch, but when she got close to cumming he stopped and said, "I have another commission for you. I'm going to need another cloak and other winter things." Michaela and Jacob (A BDSM Romance) Michaela had to come back to her senses to answer. "Master wants a second cloak?" "No my love – the second set is for you. You're coming with me to Canada." Michaela wanted to smile, to laugh, to shout "hurrah!" but instead she started to weep. Jacob climbed on top of Michaela and she could feel his cock, growing hard again, digging into her thigh. He parted her legs and plunged his cock inside His black cunt. She moaned and pulled him to her closer. "Don't cry my sweet black wench – why are you crying?" She looked up at him and said, "I love you Master. Never leave me." Jacob started to thrust faster, and harder, saying "Never – you're mine until I say otherwise. I want you to cum with me now – and then come with me. Understand wench?" Michaela smiled and said, "Yes Sir – I understand. Yours. Together. Always." Michaela Gets It Done * All characters are 18 or over. * This is a story of two bisexual girls but Literotica only has a Lesbian category. Sorry. * The story is fiction. All characters, places, events and information are completely fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. * I welcome constructive criticism but flaming and insulting comments will be deleted.. Thanks. ***** Michaela stood in line at the counter in the lunch room, located on the first floor of the building in which she worked. Her coworker and office manager, Edwena, stood behind her, ready to give her order. Kyle, the young man who owned and operated the little restaurant was working behind the counter and gave Michaela a broad grin when he looked up and saw her in front of him. "Hey, Michaela! How are you doing today?" he asked, cheerfully. "Hi, Kyle. I'm what you say in America, fit as a fiddle," she said sweetly with her cute Swedish accent. "Fit as a fiddle, ay? Well, can I be your bow?" he said, laughing loudly at his own joke. Michaela laughed, too, though she didn't get the joke at all. She filled her tray with a tuna sandwich on wheat bread, some carrot sticks and celery sticks, and an ice water to drink. "Is that how you keep such a sexy figure, eating healthy like that?" Kyle asked jokingly. "I was taught to eat healthy food all my life. You know, in Sweden we eat a lot of things fresh out of the sea and from our own garden. You Americans live on fatty hamburgers, greasy fries and sweet drinks and wonder why you are all overweight," she quipped. "Aw, come on, I don't eat that much fast food," he said defensively. "I was wondering, would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?" "Tomorrow night? Sure, I'll go out with you. My address is:" She gave him her address and phone number and waited for him to write it all down. "Call me if something comes up and you can't make it," she said. "Oh, don't worry, I'll be there!" he affirmed. Edwena heard the entire conversation and smiled at Michaela as she sat beside her at her table. "You're going out with Kyle tomorrow night? Congratulations, I hear he's quite the choice of eligible bachelors," Edwena said happily. "For a twenty- two year old, he is doing quite well" "Well, but it's only a date, you know. He hasn't asked me to marry him." "Ah, but a trip around the world begins with one small step," she kidded. "Well, since you'll be on a date, I think I'll call your Momma and see if she wants to come visit us tomorrow night then." "Oh, yes, I'm sure she'd love that," Michaela smiled. "She loves being with you and your husband. She always has a spring in her step the next day." Michaela knows that 'visit' is a code word for a threesome. It was Michaela who introduced Edwena to girl/girl sex, though she didn't have to seduce her. It was mutually agreed upon and it was Michaela who took part in Edwena's first threesome with her husband, Eldon. "We love your Momma. Sylvia is always a welcome guest at our house. But, hey, we still enjoy a visit with you from time to time. Don't you forget us now that you're busy dating." "Oh, I could never forget about you, Edwena. I'll still come and visit you now and then, but until then, there's always break time in the bathroom if we both happen to be in there in the afternoon." "Now that you mention it, I will have to go to the bathroom at break time this afternoon. Will you be there?" "Yes, I'll have to go to the bathroom this afternoon, too," Michaela smiled. "Good. My pussy is getting wet just from planning it.," Edwena whispered. That afternoon just before break time, Michaela was well caught up on her work and since she did need to pee, she left for the bathroom a few minutes early. It was empty so she went into the center of the three stalls and locked the door behind her. She hiked her dress up and got her hands underneath. She tucked the hem of her dress under her chin and looked down at her panties. They looked so good stretched tight over her mound and puffy pussy lips, she gave herself a few proud pats on her pussy.. Like Edwena, her pussy was getting wet from anticipation. "Be patient, little puss. Someone's coming to play with you in a few minutes," she said to herself. She pulled her panties down to below her knees and sat down on the toilet. It took no effort for the pee to flow. She let out a sigh of relief as her pee gushed out from between her butterfly lips, making the familiar spraying sound. She spread her lips wide open when the stream ended to closely examine her self appreciatively. Her pussy was good looking she thought, lips not too fat or too thin, inner lips just trying to poke out from between her outer lips, bald except for a strip of hair above her slit. It took so long to get hair down there when she was a kid she didn't have the heart to shave it all off now that she was grown up. She flushed the toilet and started to pull her panties up but then changed her mind. She pulled her panties off her feet and sniffed her scent in the gusset. She smiled as she detected the familiar womanly scent of an excited pussy then wiped her pussy lips with the gusset to add a little more scent to it. Dropping the hem of her dress, she exited the stall and stuffed her panties in her purse. She ran a comb through her long, light blond hair while smiling at herself in the mirror. The door to the bathroom opened and Edwena walked in. "Hi. Is it clear?" she asked "We're alone," Michaela replied. Edwena walked up to her and put her arms around her. They kissed tenderly for a minute then broke apart and looked at each other. "I've been so wet all afternoon thinking about this, god, how you turn me on," Edwena exclaimed. "Every time I got up from a chair I had to look to see if I was leaving little wet spots behind." "No panties today?" "Today and every day," Edwena said. "I quit wearing panties even though my skirts are short enough I could accidentally flash pussy at someone. That's okay, if that happens they'll just have to like it is all." Michaela reached under Edwena's skirt at the same time Edwena reached under her dress. "Sssss! You're not wearing panties either!" Edwena exclaimed. "I was but I took them off just now for you. You feel different somehow." "I shaved my pussy lips, I only have hair on my mound now." "Yes, you feel more naked down there now. Let me look at you?" Edwena stood with her back to the door and raised the front part of her skirt, exposing her newly shaved pussy. She watched Michaela's face as the young woman stared at her cunt lips. She became full of passion as the young woman took in the sight with adoration in her eyes. Michaela drank in the lovely sight of Edwena's lovely legs with stockings and garter belt surrounding a beautiful pussy, a pussy with a coal black patch of hair on the mound and bare, smooth pussy lips swollen with desire. She slid her thumb up and down over the patch of pubic hair and down onto the moist crevice of the swollen pussy lips. She brought her face closer and lightly kissed the musky slit of the newly shaved pussy, giving it a quick lick with her tongue. Edwena's pussy looked, felt, and tasted so beautiful she didn't want to stop but she knew she had to. "Dear, we have to get off and get back to work. There'll be time for love making at home." Edwena said softly. "Yes, I know, but you are such a beautiful woman, I just can't help but adore you." The next four or five minutes were spent in steamy mutual masturbation as the two women stood facing each other, hand under the others skirt, fingers dancing in the others wet pussy making wet, slurping noises as their pussies hungrily and greedily welcomed the invading fingers. The room was filled with echoes of whimpering and mewling words of love and passion until, almost simultaneously, they experienced a knee weakening orgasm apiece. They smiled, kissed, rinsed and dried their sticky hands, and left the restroom as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Michaela sat at her desk, acutely aware that she had not put her panties back on as the drafts of air moved across her bare pussy lips under her dress. The sensation was exquisite and she now knew why Edwena went without panties most of the time. Each puff of air reminded her how daringly exposed she was under her light dress. The constant awareness of her nakedness under her thin skirt kept her on the edge of being horny all the while. Edwena had to reach behind her for something and rolled her office chair back to reach it instead of getting up. She spread her legs apart sufficiently that she flashed pussy in Michaela's direction as she reached down. Seeing a surprised expression on the young woman's face, she realized what she had just done and smiled to herself as devilish thoughts entered her brain. Michaela noticed the movement at the desk next to her and glanced over to see Edwena with her legs spread apart, leaving her pussy in full view. It was a beautiful sight to behold but they were at work, after all, so she had to look away from the tantalizing sight and immerse herself in her work. She noticed movement again in the corner of her eye and looked over at Edwena once again. The beautiful woman was facing her with her legs spread wide apart showing her stockings, lovely thighs, lacy garter belt and a hairless pussy with a patch of luxurious black hair on the mound. Edwena held her legs wide open knowing that her pussy was in full view to her young coworker. When Michaela looked back again, she put her hand on her bare pussy lips and rubbed herself wantonly. She smiled and winked at the young woman who didn't look away this time but watched intently as Edwena played with herself. Michaela couldn't believe what was happening before her just an aisle width apart from her. The eroticism coupled with the danger involved was a terrible turn-on. She looked around and then turned to directly face Edwena , slowly spreading her legs and raising her dress up high to mid thigh. She could feel her nakedness and brazenly put her fingers to her own pussy lips to massage herself in a circular motion. She realized now that she had started something that can only end in one way: she was on her way to another orgasm. Edwena only meant to shock and tease the young woman at the desk beside her but was now at a point of no return She knew she would have to see it through to the end now. Her hand began moving furiously on her pussy lips, working toward a coveted orgasm. It was only a few wonderful minutes until her goal was reached and she struggled to remain silent as an orgasm washed over her. Michaela watched Edwena in the throws of an intense orgasm and felt her own orgasm approaching. Edwena wasn't noisy when making love anyway, Michaela knew, but she could tell she was trying to be as quiet as possible when she came. Edwena kept her legs open, leisurely stroking her pussy lips as she came back down to allow Michaela to look at her until her orgasm cruised through her body with Michaela trying to be as quiet as possible. The two women straightened up their clothing and turned back to their desks. At that moment, someone came into the room and walked down the aisle between their desks and went into the next room. "We can't keep doing this, that was too close," Edwena muttered. "We'll have to get together a couple of nights through the week to keep us from getting carried away at work." "That's fine with me," Michaela agreed. "You're so sexy I can't keep my hands off of you for very long, and you the woman who thought she wasn't sexy enough to keep her husband interested in her." "That was before you came along, you sweet, sexy, cute and cuddly Swedish girl. You opened my eyes to a lot of things, especially how exciting sex between two women can be. I'd never dreamed!" * Michaela hurried to the door as quickly as possible when the doorbell rang. She opened the door wide to find Kyle standing there with a big grin and a bouquet of flowers. "Hi, Kyle! How are you doing tonight?" she said, trying to sound very American but her Swedish accent made her sound more cute than convincing. "Come on in for a second while I say goodbye to Momma. She has a date tonight, too." "Really? Well, if she's as pretty as you, she probably has plenty of boyfriends," he said. "Oh, no, she's going to see some friends tonight, Edwena and her husband, Eldon. You know her from work," Michaela said. "Yeah, the sexy, dark haired gal with the nice legs on her." "That's the one, horny boy. Maybe you should have asked her out instead of me." Michaela chuckled. "Nah, you're the one I want, that's why I asked you out. Besides, she's married." "Sometimes that doesn't make any difference," Michaela smiled. "Yeah, I know, but I'm not the type to push for that." Michaela walked away chuckling to say goodnight to Momma and to put her flowers up.. She dropped the flowers in a vase of water then tapped on Momma's door and pushed it open to put her head inside. "Kyle is here, Momma, Do you want to meet him before we go?" "Oh, ya, I'll come and meet him. I'm almost finished here," Momma said, spraying hair spray on to her blond hair. Kyle rocked back and forth from toe to heel while he checked out the super clean and neatly kept living room, waiting for Michaela to come back. Soon two women were walking in towards him. He was stunned by the sight of the beautiful woman at Michaela's side. "Momma, this is Kyle. Kyle, this is my mother, Sylvia Swenson." "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Swenson," is all he could say at that moment. "Ya, it's good to meet you too, but please: Sylvia, not Mrs. Swenson. Ya?" "Okay, ya, I mean yes, - Sylvia," he stammered. "No need to worry what time you get home, Dear. I'll probably be out late myself," Sylvia said to her daughter. "Okay, Momma. Have fun," she said, closing the door behind her. They walked to Kyle's convertible parked at the curb. He played the gentleman and held the door for her to get in. Kyle got behind the wheel and held onto the steering wheel for a bit. "Dang! Why didn't you say something to prepare me for that?!! Your mother looks like something off of a Hollywood red carpet! She's fucking gorgeous!" "I noticed you were a little speechless there. Were you a bit intimidated by her?" Michaela teased. "Fucking Aye!" he exclaimed. "Now I know where you get your good looks from! She's another you with an added twenty years." "I'll tell her of the compliments you gave her." "No! Don't you dare. I'll have to face her again, you know!" * The movie was a Western which had Michaela on the edge of her seat. "Is this what this country was like in those days?" she asked. "Nah, that's Hollywood. They tell stories, not history," he explained. They shared a box of popcorn and held hands during the movie. After the movie was over they were discussing what to do next as they walked to the car. "We could stop and get a pizza or some milkshakes," he suggested. "You know how I feel about junk food!" she scolded. "Well, - we could go to your house and make love if your Momma ain't home." he said with a grin. "I'll tell you about Swedish girls, we're broadminded, we're uninhibited, but we're not an easy push over. We do have rules you know," she said sternly. "Okay, okay, so what do you want to do then?" "We could go to my house and watch TV and I'll think about making love with you." "Alright, that's a good idea!" Just then his cell phone went off. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and answered it. Michaela could tell by the look on his face that it wasn't a pleasant conversation. "FUCK!" he shouted after he put the phone back in his pocket. "What is it?" Michaela asked, stunned by his outburst. "My stupid fucking sister has run away again!" he fumed. "Alright, I'll take you back home and then help look for her." "But I live so far from here it will take so much time to take me home first," she reasoned. "Why don't we look for her together?" "Well, alright then," he grumbled. "This sure turned out to be a sorry date for you. I'm sorry." "You don't hear me complaining, do you? Let's go find your sister now, there'll be other dates." "I sure hope so! I like you a lot, Michaela." "I like you too, Kyle, you're a real gentleman," she said softly. "Put the top down and we can look around better." After Kyle got the top down he drove up and down the streets he thought his sister might be on. They could look all around with the top down and could see everything quite clearly even at night like this. "There!" Michaela pointed, thinking she has seen her. "No, that's not her, that's some lady walking her dog." Kyle said as he checked her out. "The last time she tried this, we found her on - - the BRIDGE!" Kyle spun the car around and sped off in the direction of the big river that flowed through the heart of town with a long, high bridge going across it. He might have been driving a little fast but not recklessly. Michaela sat quite calm on the seat beside him. "If it weren't for the circumstances, this could be quite a romantic little drive along the river with the top down and the moon shining brightly on the water." "Yea, it is," he reflected as he patted her hand and smiled. He slowed down just a little to enjoy the drive some. As he approached the bridge he slowed down even more and spotted a lone figure standing by the railing in the center of the long bridge. He drove slowly as he approached the girl so he wouldn't alarm her. Kyle's sister, Randi, stood looking down into the dark water far beneath her. Her back was turned to them and she failed to hear them stop behind her. She wasn't aware anyone was around until Kyle grabbed a hold of her arm. She spun around to look at them. "Let me go!" she said, yanking her arm back. "What the hell are you doing? Do you want people to think you're crazy so they can take you to a shrink and let him shoot you up with mind altering drugs then put you in an asylum because you're not normal?! "No," she said defiantly. Who's she?" she said, looking Michaela up and down. "This is my girl - my date, Michaela. Michaela, this is my kid sister, Randi. I call her my kid sister but she's only seventeen months younger than me." "You're the baby of the family?" Michaela asked. "No, I have a brother thirteen months younger than me," she replied. "Mom and Pop spaced us close together so they would have an early empty nest," Kyle interjected. "It's a nice night for a moonlit walk on the bridge - or were you planning on jumping in the water?" Michaela asked. "You should call your Mom and Dad. Tell them we found her," she said to Kyle. Kyle made the call as Michaela looked Randi up and down She was a shapely girl, tall like her brother with lovely dark hair that framed her pretty face. The thing that spoiled her looks was her glasses and a lazy eye that made it hard for Michaela to tell where she was looking. But she was far from being ugly or homely looking. "Why would anybody want to jump from this bridge?" Michaela asked. "The river is so far down and looks so dark and cold. A person could die jumping in that river." "I want to die!" Randi shot at her. "I know you don't really mean that," Michaela said softly. "When you die you're dead forever, you know. What ever is wrong now can be made right when you're alive." All of a sudden Randi burst into tears and fell against Michaela, a crying, sobbing wreck. Michaela just held her close for a good five or ten minutes until Randi finally got cried out and calmed down. "Kyle and I were on a date tonight," Michaela said. "We saw an exciting movie then went for a romantic moonlight drive along the river with the top down. Why don't you come along and join us? I think we were going to my house next to watch some TV." Michaela Gets It Done "Why would you want me with you if you're on a date?" she asked. "Because I like you and I'd like to get to know you better." Kyle stood and listened to the girl's conversation but began to get nervous and looked back at his car parked in the traffic lane of the bridge with both doors still open. "Come on, we need to go before I start blocking traffic." "Come with us. I want you to," Michaela said, steering Randi to the convertible. They got in the car and Kyle drove toward Michaela's house not knowing what else to do. Michaela loosened her seatbelt and turned to talk to Randi sitting in the back seat. They made small talk until Kyle stopped the car in front of the Swenson house and parked. Michaela led them into the dimly lit house and turned on some more lights. She noticed Randi was warming up to her little by little and had lost her hostility towards her. Michaela was able to see her better in the light and noticed what a nice body she had tucked away in her tight fitting jeans and blouse tied in front. "What do you like to watch on TV?" Michaela asked. "Oh, I like the classic movies about the best. I really enjoy the old black and white films." "I do too!" Michaela said, picking up the remote and turning the TV on. Accepting the fact quite calmly that his date with Michaela was over, Kyle stood up to not get interested in a movie. "Randi, we'd ought to be getting on home now. I have to open up the lunch room for the folks who work on Saturdays." Kyle said softly. "Oh, shit, just when I started to enjoy myself!" "Why don't you call home and tell them Randi is going to spend the night with me?" Michaela suggested. "We'll see that she gets home tomorrow morning." "Yeah! Would you, Kyle?" Randi beamed. "Alright. I guess it'll be okay. I'll call you tomorrow then, Michaela. Night." "Good night, Kyle. Thanks for the wonderful evening!" she called to him as he closed the door. A great change came over Randi after her brother had left. She was much more relaxed and acted as though the events of the evening had never happened. "Hey, I'm sorry I ruined your date." Randi said softly. "You didn't ruin anything. I had a lovely time and then I got to meet you. It's been a wonderful evening." "Well, Kyle looked disappointed." "Oh, there'll be more dates, don't worry about that," Michaela smiled. "Do you go out on dates much?" "No, I don't get asked out very much. When I was in school, if a boy took me out all the other boys would tease him mercilessly and they wouldn't ask me a second time. I guess I'm just too ugly." "Oh, now that's not true! You are a very pretty girl." "My eyes are crooked! I know what I look like. You have no idea how I was bullied and called names when I was in school!" "I know, kids can be very cruel when they want to be. Come into my bedroom, I want to show you something." Michaela led her into her bedroom and sat her down at her vanity. She dug out a pair of sunglasses and put them on Randi's face. Then she did a complete makeup job on her and topped it off with brushing her hair. "Now, look into the mirror and tell me what you see." "Gosh, you did a wonderful job!" "See how beautiful you can look? All you need do is wear tinted glasses if you feel self conscious about your eyes and put on a little makeup and you'd be gorgeous." Randi giggled. "Now I'm all dolled up and no date to go out with!" "Would the lady grant me the honor of being her date for the night?" Michaela said mellow dramatically. "Get serious." Randi smiled. "Oh, but I am serious. Neither of us have anything else to do tonight so why can't we date?" "What will we do?!" Randi asked, snickering at the idea. "Would you like to dance?" Without waiting for an answer, Michaela turned on a radio that played soft, slow, romantic music. She took Randi by the hand and led her into a dance with her at a safe distance. "I usually listen to this station when I masturbate at night," she said. "It's so romantic I can fantasize about anyone anywhere and really get off big time." Randi pulled back for a moment to look at her in surprise but said nothing. Michaela pulled her a little bit closer but still the only thing touching was their thighs which would bump together from time to time. "I masturbate two or three times a day usually," Michaela said. "Do you masturbate?" It may be just girl talk to Michaela but Randi found it too uncomfortable. "No." Randi replied. "Oh, I thought everyone did. Well, I find it relaxes me and I get in touch with my own feelings. I learn what feels good to me so I can tell my lover what pleases me. Don't you think that's a good idea?" "Yes, I guess so," Randi said to be part of the conversation. "I do a little bit." "How much is a little bit? Once a day?" Michaela asked nonchalantly. "About that," Randi smiled, getting more comfortable with the conversation. "I started masturbating when I was twelve, as soon as I found out what a pussy was made for. Did you?" "I think that's when I started," Randi smiled sheepishly. Michaela pulled her a little closer again and their thighs brushed together almost constantly Randi let out a small gasp when she realized their breasts were brushing together from time to time but said nothing. She laid her head on Michaela's shoulder and smiled. "I just use my fingers mostly, I don't very often use a vibrator or anything," Michaela continued. "Do you use a toy?" "No, but I have used a hand held shower nozzle once or twice," Randi blushed. "Oh, wow! I love a shower nozzle! The water just hits your clit so softly it drives you crazy waiting for it to hit it harder, but of course it never does. I have to help it with my finger then. Sometimes I don't rub at all, I just tap on my clit with one fingertip." "I like to switch the water back and forth from hot to cold," Randi giggled. "Oh, I'll have to try that," Michaela chuckled and hugged Randi tightly. She pulled Randi in to a close dance, letting their bodies touch full on in the front. Randi put her head back on Michaela's shoulder and smiled, breathing a little heavy. They continued to dance closely together until the song ended and the DJ started talking. "All this naughty talk about masturbating has got me so randy my panties are wet. How about you?" Michaela said. "Yeah, me too," Randi giggled. "I think I'll take a shower to cool off a bit, want to join me? I'll wash your back and you wash mine. "Okay, - yeah, - I need a shower too." Randi said timidly, struggling with her inhibitions. Michaela took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom then turned the water on to heat up. She undressed without looking at Randi but felt the girl's eyes on her. When she looked up Randi had taken off he shirt and jeans and stood there in her blue bra and matching panties. "Do you like the water hot or just warm?" Michaela asked. "Just warm to begin with 'til my skin gets used to it, then you can make it hotter if you want to." "You can hang your lingerie on the hooks on the door. That's a pretty bra, I like it." "Thank you," Randi said softly. "That's about all I have to spend my money on is underwear and clothing." "Do you work?" "Yeah. I'm a sales girl in a store downtown," Randi said. She slid off her bra and hung it on a hook. "Nice boobies," Michaela complimented her. "Bigger than mine!" Michaela bounced her breasts in her hands playfully, making Randi change from a self-conscious smile to a nervous giggle. Randi waited nervously until Michaela stepped into the tub and held the shower curtain open for her, then slid her panties off exposing a patch of hair not too high or too wide, but thick enough to conceal her throbbing pussy lips. She stepped into the tub and closed the shower curtain. Michaela's hands went immediately to her back and began to wash it with a soapy sponge. She did her shoulders and back as far down as her butt cheeks and stopped "There, you can do the rest," Michaela said, handing Randi the sponge. "Wash my back first." Michaela turned to let Randi scrub her back then. Randi washed her back thoroughly but her breathing was becoming heavier as she touched the bare skin of another person. It was something she hadn't done in a very long time. Before she could stop, Michaela reached behind herself and put her fingers beneath her butt cheeks then lifted and dropped them playfully several times, causing the fleshy globes to bounce and jiggle seductively. "Do you think my ass is getting big?" Michaela asked innocently. "Oh, no, I think your ass is gorgeous. It's just right." Randi said, trying to hide the urgent feelings within her. Randi washed Michaela's back lower and soon was washing her ass cheeks too. She lathered the soap round and round on the fleshy butt cheeks, feeling the smoothness of the two globes It was the first time she had ever touched a girl's naked ass and doing so started building a fire in her honey pot. "I'll give you forty-five minutes to quit that," Michaela joked. "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away." "No, shit, don't be sorry! I like it when someone rubs my ass. If it doesn't put me to sleep it turns me on. Here, turn around and I'll show you what I mean," Michaela said. Randi turned her back around and took a deep breath in anticipation. She was rewarded by Michaela's hands and sponge soaping up her round butt cheeks. Randi shut her eyes to relish the feeling of the warm, intimate touch all over her rump. She discovered what Michaela meant, it was starting to turn her on more than what she already was. Suddenly the sponge went deep between her legs and lightly slid up her pussy lips and butt crack, goosing her. "Gotcha! Ha Ha Ha!" Michaela laughed loudly. "You horse's ass! I'll get even with you," Randi chuckled. "You want to do that to me??? Okay, here," Michaela said, turning around to offer her ass. "No, that's alright, you might like it too much," she quipped. Randi looked at the bending girl's ass bashfully. She could see the amazing butt cheeks spread apart a little showing her little puckered hole and smooth pussy lips nestled between her thighs. It was something new to her. Even in school she never got such a good, close view of a woman's private parts like that. "Oh, go ahead, you may as well get even and get it over with. I deserve it, I shouldn't have done it to you," Michaela giggled. Randi took her sponge and, starting with Michaela's pussy lips, drew the sponge lightly and slowly up her pussy, puckered hole and up the crack of her ass. The thrill of touching another woman's pussy and ass, even if it was with a sponge, sent goose bumps up and down her arms. "Woo hoo!" Michaela squealed. "That tickles." "Yeah?? Try it when you're not expecting it," Randi giggled. "I don't know about you but I'm just as horny as ever! That shower didn't do a bit of good to cool my pussy down." "Well, your goosing didn't help either!" Randi reminded her. "Yeah, that plus you're so damn sexy in my shower with me. One look at your chi chis and I get creamy between the legs." Randy thought she was kidding again but that's how she felt herself. She figured she'd do a little teasing, too, to again even the score. "I know, the same here. When I got my hands on your luscious ass I thought I'd flood the tub." 'Let's not get dressed just yet, let's lay on the bed for a little bit," Michaela suggested. Why? What have you got in mind?" Randi asked warily. "Since we talked about masturbating so much we might as well go ahead and do it," Michaela suggested. "I'm still hot and horny and could use a good rub off or two, how about you? Couldn't you use an orgasm or two to sleep on?" "Yeah, I could - but I'd be too embarrassed to do it in front of you." "Oh, why would you be embarrassed? We both know we do it regularly so why would it be a problem if we see it?" Michaela asked. "It just seems worse to see it than to just know about it." "But, I'll be busy rubbing one off myself, I won't have time to stare at you. I can't ask you to leave my room or to lock yourself in the bathroom to do what we both know we're doing! Come on."" "It's just that I've never seen a naked girl up close before tonight and now, everything is coming at me all at once." "Well, but haven't you ever thought about being with a girl just to kiss her and experiment with her?" "Oh, I suppose so, but I've never planned on doing stuff with a girl. - Michaela, are you, ah, are you a lesbian?" "Of course not, I love cock too much. I couldn't give it up. I just like to play around with girls sometimes, too, so I guess that makes me bisexual, you know?" "Well, I just don't think I could let a girl touch me is all." "Okay, I won't touch you. We'll lay side by side and rub a few off. You can close your eyes and pretend I'm not here if you want to, but I'm betting you'll want to watch me a little bit. It's okay if you do, I don't mind people watching me," Michaela told her. Michaela laid down on her bed and patted the mattress beside her for Randi to join her. Randi stood for a while to think about it but when Michaela stuck two fingers up her pussy, moaning loudly, Randi gave in and decided to give it a try. Randi started by closing her eyes and pretending she was alone on her own bed. She began rubbing her clit in a circular motion, feeling the wetness between her labia that had been there all evening. Now that she had begun she felt comfortable with Michaela masturbating on the bed next to her, in fact, she was greatly turned on by that fact. She opened her eyes and looked over at Michaela and glanced at her hand bouncing on her pussy. The erotic scene caused her to gasp audibly. "What are you thinking right now?" Michaela asked. "How beautiful you look while masturbating." "It's so nice to have you here with me while we masturbate. It makes it sexier and more fun than doing it alone. Don't you think?" Michaela asked. "Yeah, it's really turning me on. Even when you look over at me it makes me hotter and not at all embarrassed," Randi confessed. Michaela bent her leg so that her knee was touching Randi's thigh. Randi didn't move away so Michaela stretched her leg out so their legs were touching from their knee to their foot. "You know what I like to do? I like to lay on my tummy and bounce my hips on my fingers. It's just like you're riding a real cock." Michaela rolled onto her tummy and demonstrated the masturbatory position she'd just described. She held her hand stationary with three fingers pointed upward and into her fuck hole while she bounced her hips up an down as rapidly as possible. Her round ass cheeks jiggled, clenched, waved and wobbled in the air as she gyrated her hips with wild, erotic abandon. "Oh, god, it feels so good!" Michaela exclaimed. "God, your ass looks so hot up in the air, wiggling and waving like that," Randi said with a lusty voice. Randi stared wantonly at her ass as Michaela humped her own fingers and moaned loudly with pleasure. She wanted to reach over and stroke those beautiful orbs waving in the air but that would be so gay. No, she just enjoyed the sexy sight and rubbed her own clit with more abandon. After a bit she thought she'd like to try that position so she rolled over on her stomach with her face toward Michaela to keep watching her. Michaela felt her move and turned her head to face Randi, their noses almost touching. "It feels so good, doesn't it?" Michaela said more than asked. "It feels wonderful," Randi smiled. "I've never had this much fun before with anyone." "I bet it would be even more fun if someone stroked our ass cheeks while we did it, don't you think so?" Michaela asked. "Oh, yes! That would be hot," Randi said, looking lustfully at Michaela's beautiful ass. "I have an idea. Why don't you rub my ass cheeks for a bit while I do it and then I'll rub yours for a while? Want to?" Michaela suggested. Randi couldn't reply. Her brain went on pause while her feelings and emotions took her over. Her hand reached over as if by its own accord and caressed the smooth, round ass cheeks she had been admiring. She had touched Michaela's naked butt in the shower but this is different. Now she was stroking that beautiful ass while Michaela was having sex! She became light headed with the erotic overload. Okay, it's your turn I'm getting close to cumming," Michaela said with a lusty voice. "I am too," Randi said weakly. Michaela slid over closer to Randi so she could keep her hand there while she reached over to stroke Randi's ass. Michaela rubbed and caressed Randi's sexy ass all over while their breathing became heavier by the moment, each letting out soft moans with every exhale. Michaela just had to, so she slid her fingers down Randi's ass crack slowly until she felt the girl's wet slit beneath them. As soon as her fingertips slid into the wet folds of her pussy, Randi went over the top. "I'm cumming! Oh! Ahhhhhhhh!" Randi wailed in ecstasy. Randi felt the strange fingers enter her pussy from behind and eagerly accepted them. She should have been shocked and disgusted by another girl touching her pussy but she wasn't. Just the opposite, she was so turned by them that she was rushed over the top into a blissful orgasm. When her orgasm abated she became curious as to what it would be like to put her fingers into another girl's pussy. Slowly and shyly she lowered her hand on Michaela's ass and slid her fingers into her sopping wet pussy. She could tell she loved it and soon Michaela was wreathing and thrashing in her glorious orgasm. "Oh, yes! Put your fingers in me! I'm cumming! Fuck! Oh!" They looked at one another and smiled. Then they closed the small distance between them and kissed, just a light touching of the lips, but a lingering kiss that Randi warmed up to quickly. Randi kissed her again, a little quicker but a little harder this time. "When you touched my pussy and when I touched your pussy just now, you know, it was the first time a girl ever touched my pussy and the first time I ever touched another girl's pussy. I don't understand, I liked - no, - I loved it!" "Well, there's nothing wrong with that," Michaela said softly. "It was a heated moment." "Yeah, but - I said I loved it. Before tonight I wouldn't have dreamed of doing something like that. But tonight - I loved it and want to do it more. What is wrong with me?!" "Oh, there's nothing wrong with you," Michaela explained. "I spent the night trying to show you things about yourself that you may be overlooking. You're discovering that you have bisexual tendencies and there's nothing in the world wrong with that. I openly admit I'm bisexual and you don't think there's something wrong with me, do you?! I just want you to see what a beautiful person you are because I don't want you to try to hurt yourself again." "Oh, listen, I wasn't going to jump off that bridge! I was just thinking if maybe that would be the answer to my problems. I know now that would never be the answer." "Then my efforts tonight weren't in vain! That's precisely what I've been trying to show you. You're a beautiful, sexy, intelligent young woman with so much to live for. Don't ever think otherwise." "After tonight I'll never think otherwise. I owe it all to you, Michaela. The question is, what happens next? Where do I go from here?" "What do you want to happen next? Do you want to stop and go to sleep? Do you want to continue and let me show you what it's like to make love to a woman?" "Yes, I'd like to continue what we've started, please. I already told you I wanted more. If I'm bisexual, so be it, but I've got to know - know what it would be like. I want to know what I'm really like." Michaela Gets It Done "Well then, kiss me." Michaela said. Randi rolled over on her back and took a deep breath. "Okay, let's kiss," she said. Michaela laid on top of her partway and kissed her softly on the lips, That was the first of a series of kisses to give Randi a chance to get used to the idea of kissing a girl. Then Michaela gave her a short French kiss with her tongue partway in her mouth. "Do you like that?" Michaela asked. "Yes, your kisses are very soft, so different than a boy." Michaela kissed her again, this time in earnest. She French kissed her with her tongue deep in her mouth, their tongues dueling in Randi's mouth. Randi's heavier breathing signaled she liked it very much. Michaela caressed Randi's arms and shoulders while kissing her. Randi responded by putting her hands on Michaela's shoulders and caressing softly. Michaela then rolled over on her back. "Now you lay on me a bit and you take control and you do the kissing," Michaela said. Randi laid about half way on Michaela and kissed her on the cheeks several times. "You are so beautiful it's easy to kiss you," Randi said softly. "Do you think my breasts are pretty? You've been looking at them from time to time. Why don't you kiss your way down and show them what you think of them?" "Yes, your breasts are beautiful," Randi said, taking one in her hand and caressing it lovingly. "Yes, squeeze them and feel the nipples. Do breasts not feel wonderful? Breasts are lovely to suck on also." Michaela used the change in position to reach over and caress Randi's breast, tweaking her nipple and making her moan softly. "Oh, that feels so good! I didn't know breasts could give so much pleasure. This is making me so hot!" Randi exclaimed. Randi took a nipple into her mouth and sucked on it softly. She then turned to the other breast and did the same to it , squeezing it and sucking the nipple as if to see if they were both the same. "Now let me do your breasts," Michaela suggested. Randi slid up and let Michaela reach her breasts with her mouth. Michaela sucked the nipple deep into her mouth and squeezed the breast as if to get more of it into her mouth. She did the other breast that way then ran her tongue rapidly over her nipples, biting them lightly from time to time. Michaela looked at her and rubbed the backs of her fingers up and down across her nipples, causing them to bounce rapidly between her fingers. "Do you like that?" Michaela asked. "Yes, it feels wonderful! No one has ever played with my breasts the way you do!" Randi bent down and sucked Michaela's nipples harder and squeezed them harder this time. She ran her tongue rapidly over the nipples and kissed the space between the nipples. "That's it. Now you're getting the hang of it. Just do to me what you like to have done to you," Michaela cooed. Randi's hand moved by a subconscious erotic caress and slid slowly down Michaela's stomach, across her mound and gingerly touched her pussy lips. When Randi realized what she had done, she sat up with a start and looked at Michaela then down at her hand. "Yes, it's alright. You can play with my pussy if you want to. You can put your fingers all the way inside it and play with my clit, too, if you want to. It's all about you and discovering what you like now." "Play with my pussy while I play with yours," Randi requested timidly. "I love the feel of your fingers there." Michaela wet her fingers and reached down to find Randi's waiting pussy lips. She placed her hand on Randi's pussy in a way that her fingertips came directly in contact with her clit. After moving her finger up and down each side of the engorged little nub, her hand slip down for her fingers to find her birth canal. Randi was no virgin but she was tight from lack of use. Michaela had to push firmly to insert one finger into Randi's fuck hole even though she was wet as could be. "Oh, god! Yes, right there!" Randi cried out. "Oh, yes!" Michaela felt Randi's hand move down and fingers sought out her love canal. Without hesitation Randi inserted two fingers into the waiting fuck hole. "Ah, so beautiful!" Randi exclaimed. "I like your pussy, Michaela." "Let's do a sixty-nine now. It's much more comfortable than laying side by side like this." Michaela suggested. "You can be on top." Randi got up on her hands and knees and swung around to swing one leg over Michaela, straddling her head. She stared at the leggy Swedish girl's shapely hips and shaved pussy lips for a moment. 'She's so beautiful,' she thought to herself. Feeling Michaela's fingers exploring her pussy and wanting to resume the action herself, she put her head between the girl's lovely legs. She stared at the pussy before her and studied the folds, the hood and clit prominently visible with the butterfly lips pointing the way to her love canal which was opened slightly from her fingers and with desire. Randi inserted her finger into the waiting love canal and watched her finger disappear into the pink folds only to watch it reappear when she drew her hand back. "Oh, yes, Randi! That feels so good," Michaela exclaimed. Michaela was studying the pussy before her with admiration. Though she had seen many a girl's pussy, she never got tired of studying them thoroughly. She stuck out her tongue and touched it to the hood and licked it up and down the length of it. She inserted a finger into the tight love canal and worked her tongue around the clit gently, sawing her finger in and out as she licked. She felt the muscles of Randi's love tunnel tighten up and relax and saw the butt hole wink at her as Randi began to cum. "Ah, yes! I'm cumming, Michaela!" she uttered then moaned loudly as her hips bucked and gyrated in a intense orgasm. Randi was engulfed by a sensual overload as her orgasm washed over her caused by Michaela's finger and tongue in her pussy. She inserted a second finger in Michaela's love canal and touched her tongue for the first time to a woman's pussy. Michaela tasted so sweet, as she knew she would, and the sensation of having her mouth on a pussy was so overwhelming she had another orgasm. She wanted to give Michaela an orgasm too, so she began to fuck her pussy with two fingers rapidly to try to make her cum. The fingers fucking her and her tongue licking rapidly on her clit soon brought Michaela to a wonderful, satisfying orgasm. "Cum for me, Michaela. Come on, cum." "Yeah, just like that! I'm going to cum, cum, cumming!" Michaela exclaimed. The two girls wreathed together in orgasmic bliss, kissing, fingering, caressing, licking and moaning together. "Do you still think life's not worth the effort?" Michaela asked. After meeting you life is beautiful!" Randi answered. "I'm so glad we met, Randi. You are fun to be with," Michaela said softly. "Are you going to fuck Kyle?" Randi asked, sitting up. "I don't know, maybe someday," Michaela answered truthfully? "Would you have a problem with it if I did?" "No, - no, - not a problem," Randi stammered. "It's just that I - I - I'd like to be there, too - you know?" Michaela took Randi's hand and held it warmly. Randi looked at her timidly, biting her lower lip. "Do you want Kyle to fuck you, Randi?" Michaela asked softly. "Yes. - I've wanted him for a long time now, ever since puberty, I guess." "Oh, Randi! You've been carrying that around with you for so long?" Randi nodded her head and said, "Yes. That's one of the things that had me where I was before I met you." "Does Kyle know?" "Oh, no! At least, I don't think so. I've never told him anyway." "Would you want me to talk to him about it?" "Oh, gosh, what do you mean?! Are you saying you'd be willing to share him with me?!" "Well, you saw him first," Michaela giggled. "But then, he'd have to share me with you, wouldn't he?" Throwing her arms around Michaela's neck, Randi squealed, "Oh, yeah! I never looked at it that way! Oh, thank you, Michaela! Ooo, I love you." "Hey, are we going to talk all night or make love some more?" Michaela chuckled. "I don't ever want to stop making love to you!" Randi said. "But I do want to talk more about this when we get the chance. Okay?" "We'll talk more about it, I promise. In fact, I'm looking forward to a threesome with Kyle and you myself now." xoxoxo *** Michaela Swenson All characters in this story are 18 or over. The persons, places, events, and bits of information in it are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. My intent in writing erotic stories here is not to win a Nobel prize but to entertain people. Please leave comments or feedback to let me know if I'm entertaining you. Thanks, everyone. *** Michaela shut off the alarm on the clock radio and swung her feet off the bed with a groan. It wasn't that she didn't go to bed early enough, she just didn't sleep well. She tossed and turned all night because her mind was on her new job which she would be starting today. It was her very first job in her eighteen and a half years of life and she really wanted to do well. The rest of the early morning hours went mechanically well, not requiring any special thought as she showered, put on her white bra, white panties, high- necked white blouse and a navy blue, mid thigh skirt, ate a bowl of cereal, brushed her teeth, brushed out her long, light blond hair, and kissed her Momma goodbye for the day. She arrived for work ten minutes early and reported in to the office manager, a thirty year old woman named Edwena with black hair, brown eyes and a shapely body with just a few extra pounds distributed around her curves. Edwena told her of the duties she would be responsible for and presented her with a desk and computer to work on. Michaela thought she did rather well and was quite happy with herself for the first few days but began to feel something was not quite right. Edwena's demeanor was cold and almost unfriendly though Michaela gave the job a hundred and ten percent and tried her best to please her boss, Edwena. But for some reason, unknown to Michaela, nothing she did seemed quite good enough. One day in particular after some unduly harsh criticism, Michaela went to the rest room and burst into tears. She couldn't help it, it had been building up for a month now and she had to let it out. Before she finished crying and was able to compose herself, Edwena entered the rest room and went into a stall. By the time she came out, Michaela was able to compose herself except for a few sobs. "What's wrong?" Edwena said while washing her hands, glancing at the crying girl. "I try hard but I can never please you." Michaela said with her heavy Swedish accent. "Don't be silly. I'm very pleased with your work, Michaela." "Why, then, do you treat me like you do?" Michaela asked indignantly, completely composed now. "I'm sorry, Dear. I'm going through some tough times and have a lot of stress to deal with." she said, her head drooping down with guilt. "Please don't take what I say or do personally." "Well, sure, I'm made of stone," Michaela said sarcastically. "Everything should run off me like water." "Look, I said I was sorry. - Let me take you out to dinner and try to make it up to you. Do you like seafood?" Michaela looked at her boss straight in the eyes and could tell she wasn't a cruel person. She thought for a bit. "Alright," Michaela said as she placed her hand softly on Edwena's hand. "I'd like for you to tell me what is wrong. I'd like to help you if I can." "Yes, I believe you mean that, but I doubt if anyone can help me," Edwena said with the first smile Michaela has seen on her face. * They went to a seafood resturaunt with excellent food but it wasn't crowded so they could relax and take their time eating and talking at the table in the back. "What is it that has you so stressed out then, Edwena?" "I'm afraid I'm losing my husband," she answered. "He seems to have lost desire for me and is paying too muich attention to his new secretary." "Well, but, did you confront him?" "I didn't come right out and accuse him, but when I ask him why he doesn't want to make love as often as he used to, all I get is excuses," she said. "He says his business keeps him busy and tires him out. When I ask him about his secretary he says his new secretary is just another secretary." "And that's not true?" Michaela shrugged. "I know my husband. He has always had business problems to solve but they didn't hold him back in bed. His secretary is a different story. She is far from being just another secretary! She's young, pretty, sexy, and has a nice personality, just like you. I guess that's why I felt so uneasy around you, you remind me so much of her. I guess I'm jealous of all young, pretty girls because Eldon, my husband, is always checking them out. I'm sorry, Michaela." "Well, you are pretty, and sexy, and have a nice personality, and you have more than just being young; you have experience with many things that people my age still need to learn," Michaela said, putting her hand on top of Edwena's. "Dear, you're being too kind," Edwena blushed. "No, I tell you the truth," Michaela said, squeezing the hand she was holding. "Do you really think I'm pretty and sexy?" she smiled. "Of course! What do you want me to do, put a make on you to prove it?" "That's not what I was thinking but - would you? she squirmed. "I mean, would a young, beautiful girl like you possibly find me attractive enough to be interested in me?" "I think you should talk to someone about your lack of self esteem. If you don't believe me, take me home with you and I'll show you," Michaela challenged. Edwena finished the food on her plate, deep in thought, and drank the rest of the wine in her glass. She looked up and stared into Michaela's blue eyes. Her bottom lip quivered as she struggled with what she had to say next. "I've never been with a woman, in fact, have never even considered doing such a thing. Have you, Michaela?" "Oh, sure. Many girls in Sweden do that but we have boyfriends as well. In Sweden, people are more open about their sexuality than here. It's, as you say in America, 'no big thing'." "You're a very sweet and beautiful girl, Michaela. Your little Swedish accent makes you so cuddly and loveable. You are so tempting and I do need something. It's been a while, you know? - Oh, god, what am I saying?!" "I'll call Momma and tell her I'll be a little bit late getting home," Michaela said in a matter-of-fact way as she stood on her feet. "You weren't lying when you said 'it's no big deal,' were you." Edwena said as she picked up the check. "It's no big deal as long as we like someone." "Well, I do like you, Michaela." "I like you too, Edwena." "I can't believe I'm actually considering this, the idea has always seemed repugnant to me," Edwena mused. "But you've changed all that somehow! I don't think that way now." Michaela smiled, "That is good. For every negative there must be a positive or else there would be no electricity. Too many negatives is no good." "Well, I'm still scared shitless about the idea. I just want you to know, If I back out at the last moment, It's me and not you." "We can go to your house and talk some more. After that, - who knows?!" Michaela shrugged in a care-free way. "Agreed!" said Edwena as she walked briskly toward the cash register. * The house was a nice two story home, not too big but well kept and comfortable looking. They sat down on a sofa in the well furnished living room. Michaela looked around the living room appreciatively. "What time does your husband get home from work?" Michaela asked. "He usually gets in at eight but he's out of town on business until Tuesday. That's one reason why I wanted to eat out this evening." "You have a beautiful house!" Michaela exclaimed. "I like it very much." "Thank you, Dear. It's one of the things I'll be saying goodbye to if my marriage comes to an end." "Well, we have to keep your marriage from falling apart then." "We?" "Well, sure! You're my friend. I'd do the same for any friend." Michaela explained. "You're sweet, but I'm afraid it won't be that easy. It's probably too far gone already." "Well, the first thing we need to do is to renew your husband's interest in you." Michaela mused. "To do that, I think we need to work on your self esteem. If you don't love yourself, how can you expect your husband to?" "I like myself as much as anyone! What are you talking about?" "Yes, you like yourself, but do you love yourself? I've seen you in business clothes and you are always beautiful, but what else do you wear?" "Well, I wear sweat pants and a sweatshirt when I work around the house or when I'm relaxing. I wear casual dresses other times." "Show me." Michaela challenged. Michaela followed Edwena up the stairs to the master bedroom, checking out the feminine curves in front of her as they went. Edwena had no reason to take a back seat to anyone regardless of their age as far as Michaela could tell. Her ass was round and jiggly and her legs were absolutely whistle bait. "My wardrobe," Edwena said, swinging the folding doors to her closet open. Michaela skipped the business clothing and went to the casual dresses. She browsed through them and pulled one out. "My god, Edwena, is this a dress or a flour sack?!" "Well, it's comfortable," Edwena giggled. "Show me your underwear," Michaela requested. "What?!" Edwena asked in surprise. "Show me your lingerie, your special things as well as every day stuff." "Oh!" Edwena giggled. "Top two drawers of my dresser." Michaela looked through the unmentionables in both drawers then closed them, shaking her head. "With a body as lovely as yours, you should be wearing things more revealing," Michaela suggested. "Your lingerie is pretty enough but looks to be about twenty years old or so. We need to do some serious shopping and find you some sexy things, not too revealing to make you look cheap but revealing enough to hold the onlooker's attention while wanting to see more." "I'd love to go shopping with you! How about tomorrow?" "Tomorrow is Saturday," Michaela thought aloud. "That's perfect! We should get there as soon as the mall is open and spend the whole day. That way we can take our time and get you a sexy new wardrobe that will grab your husband's attention." Edwena sat on the edge of her king sized bed and looked at Michaela dubiously.. "I sure hope it will work," Edwena said sceptically. "Well, I can't guarantee anything but it will be a step in the right direction," Michaela said and sat on the bed beside her. "We could do a few other things as well." "Like what?" Edwena said, raising her eyebrows. "Well, confront the secretary for one thing." "What, - just come right out and ask her if she's sleeping with my husband?" "Sure! Just ask. The element of surprise will get more truth out of her than giving her time to think," Michaela said. "But remember, she's innocent until we can prove her guilty." "And if Eldon is fucking her, I'll do the same thing as him!" "What? You'll fuck his secretary, too?" "No! I just mean two can be unfaithful as well as one." "Now you've got the idea, so stop worrying about it so much. You've got a life to live of your own to live no matter what." "Yes, I know, - but I want to do everything in my power to save my marriage." "Of course, and that's what we're going to try to do," Michaela reassured her. Edwena looked deeply into Michaela's eyes with a look of appreciation, almost love. Their heads moved together simultaneously and their lips pressed together for a brief kiss. Edwena's heart started to beat harder and a pain of an adrenalin rush shot in her back because of the five second contact. She began to tremble visibly. It was plain that if anything was going to happen, Michaela would have to take the lead. But Edwena wanted it to happen so badly at this point. That fact didn't get by the knowing eye of Michaela. "Edwena, you're so tense! Here, let me give you a Swedish massage to make you feel better. 'Sooth the body and you sooth the soul,' my Momma always said. Do you have any baby oil?" "No, no baby oil," Edwena said thoughtfully, "but I do have some olive oil downstairs in the kitchen." Michaela followed Edwena down into the kitchen. "If you have some towels, we'll spread them on the kitchen table. It looks good and sturdy for a massage." "Towels? You mean you want me to undress?" "That's usually the way you get a massage, but you can keep your panties and bra on to start if you want." Edwena produced the olive oil and handed it to Michaela. Michaela removed the cap and warmed the oil up to slightly above body temperature in the microwave. Edwena spread the towels on the table and waited. When Michaela removed her shoes, blouse and skirt, Edwena followed suit. They eyed the lingerie that the other was wearing with appreciation for a brief moment. Edwena was wearing a white lace regular bra and white full sized panties. Michaela was wearing a matching orange set with an uplift bra and high-cut briefs. "Turn so I can see how you look," Michaela requested. Edwena did a slow spin with a sheepish grin on her face, it being the first time she let someone see her in her underwear beside her husband since high school. Michaela turned her back to Edwena and patted her ass cheeks playfully shaking her butt with a giggle. "I always like to show a little bit of skin. You know how your mother always told you to put on clean underwear before you left the house in case you got in an accident or something? Well, I like to put on sexy underwear in case I get the chance to show them to someone." Edwena chuckled and sat up on the table, enjoying the easy going, playful atmosphere.. "Lie on your tummy to start with," said Michaela ."Let's see if we can work out some of that stress and tension you have built up inside." Michaela poured some oil in her hand. She started at Edwena's shoulders and massaged them firmly, then worked on each arm a little. "Um, that feels so good, you really know what you're doing. Where did you learn how to do that?" "My Momma, she is licensed to do massages. She taught me how," Michaela answered as she began to do the lower back. Her fingers paused at the bra strap on Edwena's back. "May I?" she asked. "Yes, of course. You're doing a splendid job." Michaela unclasped the bra and Edwena raised up to toss her brassiere aside. Michaela reached around to unclasp her own bra and dropped it to the floor, then she rubbed Edwena's bare back from her shoulders down to the waistband of her panties and back. "Wow! You're fantastic at that!" Edwena cooed. Michaela moved down to work on Edwena's legs, doing first the thighs then the calves. When stroking the thighs, she was careful to stay away from the gusset of her panties though she came daringly close. Heavy breathing began to be heard in the room. Michaela wasn't sure if it was her own, Edwena's, or perhaps from both of them. Edwena raised her hips up as Michaela caught hold of the panties and slid them down Edwena's lovely legs, dropping them to the floor. Edwena parted her legs slightly, allowing the slit of her pussy to be barely visible. Michaela poured more oil on her hands and applied them solidly to the round, firm butt cheeks. As she worked on the smooth globes, she could see the pussy lips part slightly showing the dampness within. "Oh, god, Michaela, don't stop." Michaela tried to ignore the peeking inner lips showing the dampness of Edwena's sexual arousal so she could finish the massage. "It's time to turn over now," Michaela said. Reluctantly Edwena pushed up to turn herself over, turning timidly. When Michaela placed a towel over the bottom half of her body, she settled down comfortably on her back. Her breasts were truly magnificent to behold with brown, raised pointy areolas and darker brown nipples hardening with arousal making her breasts look like torpedo war heads. Michaela decided to reserve comment until the massage was over. "Do you want another folded towel for under your head?" Edwena raised her head as Michaela slid a folded towel under it for a pillow. Michaela massaged her shoulders and arms avoiding contact with her breasts for the time being, then moved down to her ribcage and stomach. Her fingers worked the feminine flesh beneath her hands expertly but her heart was full of desire for the beautiful woman before her. Edwena was becoming so sexually aroused that she almost cried out to beg Michaela to touch her breasts and her pussy in order to bring the release she was longing for. Then suddenly it happened - Michaela's hands moved farther up to just touch the bottom part of her breasts, then moved higher and higher on the delectable orbs until the hard nipples were caressed by her fingers. "Edwena, your breasts are beautiful," Michaela groaned. She covered the pointy nipples with the palm of her hands and squeezed the breasts lovingly. Edwena moaned and thrust her breasts forward to accept the soft caresses. The nipples hardened and extended even more as Michaela caressed the delectable orbs. The wonderful feeling of Michaela's fingers tweaking her hard nipples was replaced by an even more wonderful feeling. Michaela's warm, wet mouth engulfed the nipples and she sucked on them like a little child, holding and squeezing the breasts in her hands. Edwena watched as her pretty coworker suckled her beautiful breasts with an almost maternal bond. "My pretty baby," Edwena cooed. Edwena raised her head to see what happened when Michaela's hands left her breasts but laid back down and closed her eyes when she felt her hands on her legs massaging her thigh muscles. Each trip upward took Michaela's hands a little farther under the towel until her knuckles were grazing her soft, moist slit. Edwena found it hard to remain still and began to thrust her hips forward ever so slightly, timing her movement with the motion of Michaela's hands, moaning softly with unspoken delight as the knuckles probed the moist folds. Edwena's moans turned into whimpers signaling an approaching orgasm. "Yes. Oh, yes!" Edwena whimpered. Sensing the time was right, Michaela put the palm of her hand on Edwena's mound and thrust her finger between the waiting, moist butterfly lips. Edwena parted her legs wider in acceptance of the probing hand. Sliding her hand down, Michaela's finger found the entrance to the longing love canal and entered the warm wetness there. Edwena bucked her hips and with a loud groan, shuddered in a long, intense orgasm as the finger slid full length into her love canal. She laid still for a moment and basked in a post orgasmic glow. "Oh, Michaela, Michaela! You've made me cum!" "Have another one on me." Michaela pushed the towel off Edwena, slid her own panties off, and inserted two fingers into Edwena's pussy which was covered with a coal black short patch of hair, thinner around the lips than on her mound. Edwena spread her legs and offered her body with abandon as two fingers fucked her willing pussy and a thumb circled her swollen clit. While Michaela's hand moved in Edwena's moist pussy, her other hand caressed the gorgeous breasts before her. While being beautifully fucked with two fingers, Edwena placed a hand on Michaela's lower back and slowly dropped it down to caress her bouncy butt cheeks, timidly exploring the beautiful curves. She so thoroughly enjoyed caressing another woman's ass cheeks for the very first time in her life, she wondered why she waited so long. Being bolder now and desiring more, she brought her hand around to Michaela's front and timidly caressed the pouting lips of her pussy. Michaela felt the soft touch of Edwena's hand on her pussy, so light it almost tickled. "Yes, do it, Edwena. It's alright." Edwena felt the pussy of her coworker with a bolder touch and found it as wet as she herself was. The unequaled eroticism of exploring the private parts of another woman's body for the very first time while being fucked by the two fingers of her young friend pushed her immediately over the top into a fantastic orgasm, moaning over and over that she was coming. Michaela grabbed the hand on her pussy and ground her hips against it, the fingers rubbing her clit, bringing Michaela to an orgasm of her own. Michaela froze until they came down from their orgasmic high. Michaela Swenson "Oh, my god, I never dreamed a girl could make me cum like that!" Edwena exclaimed. "You made me cum, too," Michaela sighed. "I made you cum? How?" "Your fingers on my clit made me cum," Michaela said. "Really? I never made a girl cum before!" "Here, taste my pussy on your fingers then and remember your first time." Michaela raised the hand she was holding and presented the fingers coated with her pussy juice to Edwena's mouth. Edwena licked her fingers timidly and smiled at the taste. She accepted her fingers as Michaela inserted them into her mouth. She gasped as she watched Michaela licked her own pussy juices from the fingers that were buried deep within her. "Now, taste your own pussy on my fingers," Michaela said as she put her fingers into Edwena's mouth letting her suck them clean. "You taste good, don't you," Michaela said. "Have you ever tasted yourself before?" "Yes," Edwena confessed. "So, you have wondered a little bit about girls then, haven't you?" "Yeah, I suppose I was a little bit curious." "Come on, let's go upstairs to your bedroom where we can get comfortable then. I want you to be completely confident about your own sexuality so you won't have any doubts when it comes to sex with your husband." They hurried upstairs without bothering to dress and Edwena got on the king sized bed. Edwena smiled expectantly and held up her arms to invite her young lover. She gazed at the young girl, at her perky breasts with pink nipples, her smooth, flat stomach with a small stud in her navel, her hairless pussy lips swollen with desire, her long, lovely legs that begged to be caressed. Michaela laid down beside her pretty, dark haired friend and slung one leg between her spread legs. As she pressed her thigh against Edwena's crotch, she reached out and caressed her breasts while kissing her passionately. Edwena accepted the kiss gladly feeling her self confidence rise greatly in her attractiveness. "Now, teach me how girls make love to other girls," she said. "I'm really beginning to enjoy this!" "Well, first you tell yourself 'I'm one beautiful, sexy woman and I deserve to be made love to' for starters." "You've made me feel that way already. Being with you makes me feel ten years younger!" Edwena smiled. "Good! I think we're each good for the other," Michaela said. "You really are a beautiful, sexy young woman, Edwena. I do so enjoy being with you." Michaela began gyrating her hips against Edwena's hip, sliding her pussy lips on the woman's thigh. Edwena could feel Michaela's thigh moving against her throbbing pussy lips and moved her pelvis in time with the thigh between her legs. The soft, smooth thigh of her youthful partner mashed against her pussy stimulating her clitoris felt so wonderful, she didn't want it to ever stop. "Oh, yes! I love that! Keep on doing it, please." Michaela felt close to another orgasm as she moved her pussy up and down on Edwena's thigh, her butterfly lips being distorted and rubbing on her clitoris. She was so close but she wanted more. She slid over just a bit where her pussy was making contact with Edwena's fuzzy joy box, clit on clit. Edwena felt the thigh abandon her pussy but before she could complain, she felt a more intensely wonderful feeling as her pussy was being caressed by another pussy. Michaela slid up and down, rubbing pussy against pussy, clit against clit. The wet butterfly lips made wet, sticky noises as they rubbed together. Edwena grabbed the girl's butt cheeks with both hands, pulling her into her. Her eyes rolled back and she convulsed in a glorious orgasm which lasted for a good minute. The only thing she could say was, - "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, f - - -." Michaela continued the motion of her hips as her orgasm rushed through her body like molten lava. She moaned aloud and collapsed full length on top of Edwena, her body wreathing and jerking. They laid together until they regained their senses. "You're a wonderful lover and a beautiful woman. A man would have to be crazy to cheat on a woman like you." "Thank you so much, Michaela. I know now there's nothing wrong with me. Now we have to find out what Eldon's problem is, if it's another woman or what!" "There's still one more thing I'd like to do with you, that is if you're up to doing some more," Michaela whispered. "I love this, I could keep making love with you all night! Say, why don't you spend the night with me here? How about it?" "Alright. May I use your phone?" Michaela picked up the phone on the night stand and pressed some buttons. "Momma, it's me. I'm going to spend the night here with Edwena. - Yes, Momma, she's a very special friend. We're right in the middle of something so I didn't want to leave. We're going shopping tomorrow morning so I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. - Thanks, Momma, you have a good night, too. Bye." "Gee! Why didn't you just come right out and say we're busy making love?!" "Oh, Momma understands. She has had some special lady friends in her life, too. She said to give you a kiss for her. She'd like to meet you." "Wow! I'd like to meet your mother, too! What an interesting woman." "Come over for dinner on Sunday if you have no other plans," Michaela said. "It's a date! I mean, - sure, why not?!" Yes, it's a date, Edwena, a date with two women and there's nothing wrong with that. But right now I want more of you. Come here you sexy thing." Michaela pulled Edwena on top of her. More than willing, Edwena lay full length on top of the young woman and began to squeeze and lave her perky breasts. "Remember, I've never done this before so tell me if I don't do something right." "You're doing wonderfully well. Keep doing what you like done and enjoy yourself." Edwena sucked on the pink, perky nipples causing Michaela to smile and moan with pleasure. "You're such a pretty girl, I love to play with your breasts." Edwena whispered. "You do that so well, too, but I want to show you something else to try. Face my feet and straddle my head on your knees," Michaela requested. Edwena did as she was asked and was soon staring down at Michaela's smooth pussy lips. With her face just inches from the hairless pussy, Edwena had a perfect view, so good she could count the wrinkles in her skin if she wanted to. She put her hands around Michaela's creamy thighs and timidly pried the girl's pussy lips open with two fingers. "I've done a sixty-nine with my husband before but this will be my first time with a beautiful girl. Your pussy looks so nice and inviting." Edwena knew what she was supposed to do in this position but she took her time for various reasons. It wasn't until she felt Michaela's tongue working wonders on her pussy lips and clit that she was spurred on to action. She licked the hood quickly and tasted the young pussy juices, which at that point in time was the most wonderful taste imaginable to her. Suddenly her entire being was flooded with passion and she dove into the pussy in front of her like a man dying of thirst going after water. Michaela cried out with pleasure as she felt Edwena's mouth make sudden contact with her throbbing honey pot. "Oh, yes, Edwena! Lick my pussy just like that! Oh, that feels wonderful." "Ummm," is all Edwena could manage to get out. Her lips and tongue were buried in Michaela's young pussy. She knew how a pussy was made, after all, she had played with her own pussy many times over, but this was different! This was the first time ever that she had another beautiful young pussy like Michaela's to kiss and lick and to play with with her fingers. The more she licked, the more the wonderful tasting pussy juices kept flowing. Her head was light because of the erotic overdose she was experiencing, but soon the newness wore off and she realized she had a goal to reach. She started working toward that goal and did everything that she liked to Michaela in an attempt to bring her to orgasm. "Cum for me, Michaela. Cum so hard you flood my mouth with your pussy juices. Cum for me, Dear. Be the first pussy ever to cum in my mouth," Edwena pleaded. Michaela felt herself climbing the hill to her coveted pinnacle of pleasure. She doubled her efforts on the soft folds of Edwena's pussy to bring her off at the same time she came. She moved higher in between Edwena's ass cheeks and rapidly laved her puckered little hole. Instead of pulling away, Edwena lowered her ass more to accept the lapping tongue with glee. "Oh, shit. you're good!" Edwena exclaimed. "I've never had that done to me!" Michaela returned to her pussy and flicked her tongue rapidly over the throbbing clit, making her squeal with delight. At the same moment she felt one of Edwena's fingers press it's way into her puckered little hole. Her impending orgasm claimed victory over her and every nerve ending relinquished their appointed senses to the conquering force. "Oh, I'm cumming, Edwena!" she squealed as her body convulsed with pleasure. Edwena drank the flood of pussy juice in Michaela's pussy and felt her own orgasm demand a place of prominence. She surrendered to the wave of pleasure that washed over her entire body as she gyrated her hips on the laving tongue on her clit. She tried to remember that the girl under her hips had to breathe but, oh, it felt so good! "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Yes, Dear, I'm cumming!" she moaned. They laid back on the big bed and cuddled each other. They dozed off for a brief spell but it wasn't long until they were awake looking for more erotic pleasure in the arms of the other. Michaela went through her entire repertoire of sexual positions at least once, repeating some of the good ones again while discovering all the erogenous zones Edwena had. Finally exhaustion trumped passion and both women fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. The morning sun came streaming through the blinds and shone square in the face of Edwena. She moaned and opened her eyes a bit to look around. She looked at the young girl sleeping soundly next to her in the big bed and remembered the plans made for today. She looked at the clock on the table next to her and gave a loud groan, wondering why morning comes so early in the day. She rolled a bit closer to the sleeping girl and felt her naked, sexy little butt pressed against her thighs, realizing in surprise that she herself was naked. She usually got up and put on a gown to sleep in after having sex with her husband but last night she just pulled the sheet over her and passed out. "Wow, what a night! I had more sex in one night than I usually have in a month,' she thought aloud. She passed her hand lightly over the naked butt of the sleeping girl just for one more delicious feel but it didn't even make her stir. "Michaela, it's time to wake up," she said as she placed a hand on her shoulder and shook it. Michaela moaned in her sleep and rolled away slightly. Edwena slid her hand under the sheet and found Michaela's naked breasts. She cupped a breast in her hand and tweaked the nipple while nibbling on her cute little earlobe. Michaela's eyes fluttered open as she stirred awake. Michaela smiled at her friend. "What a lovely way to be awakened in the morning," she said contentedly. "Good morning, Darling. It's nine-forty-five. If we want to be at the mall when it opens we need to get a move on." "Well, no time for any hanky-panky then," Michaela complained. "You can shower in the guest bathroom while I shower in the master bath. It will save time that way. We can eat breakfast at the mall, that will save even more time." * They got to the mall ten minutes after it opened and headed straight to the food court. As they sat at a table in the open air court eating their breakfast, they could see everyone coming and going in the mall. Edwena was finished her scrambled eggs and was sipping her coffee while watching Michaela devour her breakfast burrito. Edwena chuckled to herself at the unlikely scene of a pretty blond girl with a Swedish accent putting away spicy Mexican food. As she sipped her coffee, she spied someone she knew entering the mall. "Oh, my god, look who it is!" she exclaimed. "Who?" Michaela said, looking around. "It's Ramona, my husband's new secretary." "Call her over, I'd like to meet her," Michaela suggested. "You should ask her what I told you to." Edwena waved to Ramona to catch her eye then motioned for her to come over. Ramona came to said hello and sat down in a chair beside Edwena. Edwena introduced her to Michaela. Ramona was a pretty girl with long brown hair and hazel eyes Michaela noted. "We're going to spend the day shopping for clothes and things. Would you like to join us?" Edwena asked her. "Thank you, but I don't have time. I have to get to the electronics store for some things for my computer and get home. Maybe another time though." "Alright, sure. So, how do you like working for my husband so far? He doesn't make passes at you all day, does he?" "Oh, my god, no," Ramona replied. He's a gentleman most of the time, but he does flirt around a little bit. That's okay, I'm used to it. All men flirt with me it seems. He does spend some time in his office watching porn though." "So there's no hot and heavy love affair I need to shoot my husband for then?" "You've got to be kidding!" Ramona blurted out. "My boyfriend is not the jealous kind but he will not share me with someone. He'd save you the trouble of shooting your husband if that were the case." "Just kidding!" Edwena said while laughing. "Give me a call sometime and we'll go shopping. I love to shop with younger women to keep up to date on styles." "Okay. Gotta go now and get back home before lunch. See ya." They watched Ramona walk away in silence. "I can't say that I blame Eldon for flirting with her. What a nice jiggly butt she has!" "Edwena, you've been bisexual less than twenty-four hours and already you're checking out the other girls asses!". Michaela giggled. "I know, I have to watch myself," Edwena smiled. "I'm just glad it's not her Eldon is cheating on me with, I like Ramona. The problem now is we have to find out who it is Eldon is fooling around with. I know it has to be someone!" * The dinner on Sunday with Momma went very well with one surprise. Edwena brought her twelve year old son Ronnie with her because her parents who usually babysits him was out of town for the day. Michaela and Ronnie hit it off well as did Edwena and Momma. Edwena was eight years younger than Momma and nearly twelve years older than Michaela so it was easy to relate to the older woman. The two older women hit it off so well Michaela began to feel awkward so she suggested that she and Ronnie go to a movie while Edwena and Momma got better acquainted. When Michaela and Ronnie got back from the movie, the happy smiles, contented looks and unmade bed in Momma's room told the whole story so Michaela didn't have to ask how it went. She reckoned Edwena would tell her all about it when she wanted to. * Monday was like heaven at work for Michaela because Edwena was an entirely different person towards her. She was friendly towards Michaela and at times even loving. They were in the break room having coffee together during the morning break. Edwena had something on her mind. "You're not angry with me, are you?" she asked. Michaela looked at her in surprise though she had a good idea what she was talking about. "No, of course not. Why would I be angry with you?" "Well, I hope you're not jealous but - ah, - your Momma and I made love while you were at the movies with Ronnie. "Yes, I thought you did when I saw the looks on your faces and got a glimpse of Momma's unmade bed. It is good, Momma needs a good friend now. She gets lonely these days since we lost Papa in an industrial accident." "Oh, I'm sorry." Edwena said with sympathy. "Thank you. I miss him terribly too, but not like Momma. Momma is a strong woman though, I don't worry about her." "Well, I think Ronnie was smitten by you yesterday," Edwena said to change the subject, "It's all he has talked about when we got home." "We had great fun. Let me know if you need a sitter for him. I'd be glad to watch him for you." "Yes, I will. I have a feeling I'm going to be spending more time going out now." "Edwena, you are really going bisexual in a big way now, aren't you?!" "Yeah, it's like a new found freedom I've found. You've created a monster, you know." Edwena giggled. "Could you stay with Ronnie after school at our house while I go to the airport to pick up Eldon tomorrow night?" "Sure, I'd be glad to." * Michaela kept Ronnie busy playing Wii games after school. He was so well behaved she had nothing to do except sit and worry about what would happen when Edwena gets Eldon in the car. She hoped the battle would be over when they got home. It's the children who suffer most when parents have a bad fight. A car parked in the driveway and two people got out quietly and walked to the front door. Michaela pried the drapes open to peek out to see who was coming and saw Edwena and a tall, good looking man with slightly graying hair on his temples. They seemed quite calm, no heated discussion was going on or anything. When they came in Edwena introduced Michaela to her husband Eldon. "Put your things away away, Dear, then meet us in the den, please," Edwena told him. "I need a drink or two and there's something important we need to discuss." Eldon carried his suitcase upstairs without a word to anyone. He is not hen pecked, he's just naturally a quiet man. "You didn't talk to him yet?" Michaela asked. "No. It's just too important to discuss while concentrating on driving," Edwena explained. Edwena and Michaela went into the den where there was a small bar. Edwena went behind the bar and mixed herself a strong drink. "Would you like something to drink?" "I'll have a beer if you have some," Michaela answered. Edwena set a beer and a glass on the bar. Michaela sat on one of the four bar stools and poured some beer in her glass. Edwena sat on the stool next to her and crossed her legs. With her short skirt riding high she had plenty of long, bare leg showing. "You have lovely legs," Michaela said as she gazed at her. "Thank you. Your ass looks sexy in those tight jeans you're wearing," Eldon walked in and mixed himself a drink. He sat on the stool next to Edwena. Michaela picked up her drink and stepped off the bar stool. "I'll join Ronnie in the living room and let you two alone," Michaela said. "Oh, it's okay, I'd like for you to stay. We may need a level head," Edwena replied quickly. Eldon took a sip of his drink and watched Michaela sit back down. 'You work with Edwena then, Michaela?" Eldon asked. "Yes, for almost two months now," she replied. "She spoke well of you several times," Eldon said while eying her over. "Damn, Eldon, stop drooling at her," Edwena said sharply. "Oh, shit, will you stop with the jealousy, Edwena?! I'm a red blooded man, what do you expect?!" "He's right, Edwena. I'm used to men staring at me and making dirty remarks. You know how men look at you, too." "Edwena, I love you. I just like to look, that's all." Eldon said. "I just can't be sure that's all you do is look!!" Edwena charged. "Looking doesn't make your interest in sex diminish, it should increase it." "I told you, I have interest in sex with you! I'm just too tired sometimes is all." "And I want to know who's making you so tired! I know it has to be another woman you're seeing. Just man up and tell me the truth, and stop with the damn feeble, vague excuses!" "Alright, Edwena, damn it!" Eldon almost shouted. "It's not another woman! It's a man," he said with a red face. Michaela Swenson Edwena looked at him with a mixture of unbelief and lack of comprehension. "What the hell are you talking about?" she finally said. "It's true. I'm bisexual," he confessed. Edwena was stunned at the revelation. Michaela got up to leave again. "Stay! It's getting good now," Edwena ordered. It took time for Edwena to get rid of one set of emotions and replace them with a brand new set. "You don't have to tell me but I'd like to know. Who?" "You don't know him. He's a business associate of mine." "How long has it been going on?" "It started about four years ago. It started to sweeten a business deal but I liked it and kept it up." "Oh," Edwena said calmly. "'Oh,' is that all? I thought you'd be livid with me." "Well, Darling, as long as it's confession time, I'm bisexual, too," Edwena confessed. "What?!! How long have have you been bisexual?" he asked in surprise. "Since Friday night," Edwena replied. "I don't guess I have to ask you who with, do I?" he said looking at Michaela with a wicked twinkle in his eye. "I guess you already know who with. I'll make you a deal. You can keep on with your bisexual affairs as long as you let me have mine. Deal?" "Deal," he exclaimed. "Can I get to watch you sometime?" he asked looking at Michaela and back at Edwena. "You're such a pervert! I'm going to love you even more than ever now!" Edwena exclaimed. "Can we do it tonight as long as we're all here?" he asked. "We'll have to wait until Ronnie is in bed. I guess it will be alright then, if it's alright with you, Michaela." "Sure, it's alright with me," Michaela smiled. "I'll go persuade Ronnie to take his game playing in his bedroom until his bedtime. Then we can quietly go upstairs and do our thing. I'm so glad everything is out in the open now. It feels like a giant weight has been lifted off my shoulders," Eldon said. The girls clinked their glasses in a mock toast as Eldon left the room then emptied their glasses. Edwena took Michaela by the hand and led her to a loveseat against the den wall. "I want to get started right now," Edwena said with a devilish smile. They sat down on the loveseat and fell into each others arms while kissing daringly. The kisses intensified as they began to caress the arms and breasts of one another. Michaela got bolder and put her hand on Edwena's thigh and slowly slid it upward under her skirt. She gasped audibly when her hand felt pubic hair where there was usually silky material. Her fingers felt the slick lips of Edwena's pussy and rubbed the butterfly lips lightly. "You naughty girl. You've been walking around all day with no underwear on!" "Aren't I a sexpot though? But do you know what a turn-on it is to go walking around in public with no panties on, especially when a breeze comes under your skirt?" Michaela could feel the wetness increase in Edwena's pussy as she rubbed the lips up and down. Edwena moaned and let her legs drift apart, enjoying the massaging fingers on her butterfly lips and clit. Eldon entered the room but stopped in the doorway to watch the two women. With Edwena's skirt pushed up and legs spread apart, there was no question what Michaela's hand was doing between the lovely legs. "Ronnie said he was tired and was going to bed now," Eldon said. "Why don't we take it up to our bedroom now?" Eldon waited in the doorway for the two women to start up the stairs ahead of him. Edwena paused in front of him and held Michaela's hand up to let him smell the fingers that were on her pussy. "Uh! Tease," he exclaimed. Edwena walked into the bedroom and turned to face the other two. She put her hands on her hips and thought for a moment. "We all know what we're here for. Let's cut to the chase and get undressed now," she suggested. Eldon stood immobile for a few seconds as the reality of his good fortune sank into his brain. He watched the two women begin to undress in front of him. "If you don't get undressed, Eldon, you won't be able to join us," Edwena warned. Eldon hurriedly undressed and watched them finish undressing. His cock was standing tall at full attention. He was no porn star but his cock was nothing to be ashamed of either, Michaela noticed. She saw a drop of pre-cum ooze out of his pee hole and wanted to kneel down and lick it off for him but resisted the temptation Her hairless pussy was throbbing with sexual excitement so she turned to Edwena instead. The two women embraced and kissed passionately. Eldon decided to sit on the vanity seat and watch the show that had begun. "It's been over a week since I've had some cock in my pussy so you'd better save it up for me," Edwena said. "You can play with yourself a little bit but please don't cum. Okay?" "Sure," he replied. "I'm not going to jerk off with two beautiful women right in front of me that I can fuck!" "You are going to fuck me tonight alright but I don't know if Michaela wants to," Edwena replied. "Do you want some of that nice cock, Honey?" "Yes, if it's alright with you," she replied, not wanting to sound as eager as she really was. "He's your husband." "The more I think about it, the more I'd like to see Eldon enjoy you the same way as I do. That sounds insane, I know, but you have changed my way of thinking in a lot of things. The reason we started all this was to see if Eldon was fucking his young secretary, and now here I am wanting to watch him fuck my young coworker. Well, we'll see what happens." "You thought I was fucking Ramona? Why would you think that? I love you." "What else was I supposed to think when you began to lose your steam in the bedroom? I figured it had to be another woman but I didn't know it was another man draining your radiator," Edwena scolded. "Ask Michaela, I was a real bitch to get along with when she first met me. But thanks to her, I'm much more broadminded now and can accept your bisexual flings. I thank her and you should thank her, too!" "I feel I owe her more than my thanks for the wonderful change she brought about. You weren't exactly easy for me to get along with for the past several months, you know." Eldon was slowly stroking his cock as he gazed longingly at the two naked women in front of him. Wanting to get started herself, Michaela laid down in the center of the big bed and laid down on her back. She spread her legs and lightly drew a finger up and down her slit as she glanced from Eldon's stiff cock to Edwena's black bush with the puffy pussy lips visible in the sparse hair around them. Ewdena laid down on the bed beside the luscious young woman and melted into her arms As the two women kissed and caressed the breasts of each other, Eldon stopped stroking himself so he wouldn't get carried away. "Is it alright if I lay on the bed as long as I don't interfere?" Eldon asked nervously. "If we're going to have a threesome anyway he may as well come and join us, don't you think, Edwena?" Michaela asked. "Yes, I think that's a good idea," Edwena said. "This girl knows how to eat pussy, Eldon. Not that you do it wrong, but you should watch her and pick up a few pointers." Eldon got on the bed and watched as Michaela laid down between Edwena's spread thighs and licked her slit with a broad tongue from bottom to top. Eldon let out a long moan of desire as he watched his wife's pussy getting licked in long slow strokes of the tongue. Michaela pried the pussy lips apart with her fingers and licked up and down the hood and in circles around the clit. "Oh, damn, that feels so, so good, Baby," Edwena whimpered. "Eldon, why don't you do her from behind? I want you to fuck her pussy while she eats my cunt." "Yes," Michaela agreed. Eldon didn't need to be begged. He got behind the young woman and gently guided his throbbing cock slowly into her love tunnel. Michaela gasped with pleasure as the cock slowly entered her opening and slipped gradually up her love canal until it filled her completely. Eldon placed his hands on her hips and began sliding his cock in and out of her warm, wet love tunnel. He pried her butt cheeks apart with his thumbs and gazed at her pink, puckered little asshole. "Oh, Edwena, her tight little pussy feels so good." "Her tongue feels good in my pussy, too. "Oh, shit, she eats pussy so good." "His cock feels so good in my pussy as well," Michaela said. "It's just long enough I can feel it hitting bottom in my love canal. I'm just about ready to cum. Oh!" Getting back to eating Edwena's pussy, Michaela flicked her tongue rapidly across the tip of Edwena'a joy button though it was hard for her to concentrate with Eldon's long cock bringing her so close to orgasm. Edwena's hips gyrated and thrust into the mouth giving her so much pleasure as her orgasm approached. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Edwena whimpered. "Yes, right there, Baby. Oh, don't stop, I'm cumming." Edwena's hips twitched as her body was taken control of by the intense orgasm. She kissed the Swedish girl passionately until the orgasm let her body return to normal. Seconds later Michaela's own orgasm hit hard as her pussy walls clutched the beautiful cock deep in her love tunnel. Her pussy tried to milk the cock deep within her, trying to coax the infusion of love juices it was craving. "Oh, I'm cumming, - cumming, - cumming," Michaela cooed barely loud enough to hear. Eldon was trying to hold back but couldn't last any longer. He gave a few hard, slow strokes with his hips and paused deep as he emptied his load of cum deep in the girl's hungry pussy. "Oh, shit! Oh, damn! Oh,fuck!" Eldon grunted as he pumped the last spurts of cum juice into the warm, tight pussy. The three tired people collapsed on the bed to recuperate after their exertion. Wanting more of Edwena, Michaela began to suck on her torpedo breasts while pumping two fingers in and out of her wonderful, juicy pussy. Eldon watched the young girl giving pleasure to his wife of thirteen years and marveled to himself how beautiful Edwena looked just then. "Edwena, you're more beautiful now than ever before." He bent down and kissed his wife like he didn't even know her. She put her arms around his neck and returned the kiss ardently. Michaela watched them kiss with satisfaction and smiled knowing their marriage was back on track. Eldon's cock didn't get a chance to get more than half soft before it started swelling again. Michaela helped it grow a little by reaching over and gently stroking his cock until it was fully erect again. "Let me eat Michaela's pussy now, Darling, and you can fuck me from behind then, too," Edwena requested. Michaela laid on her back with her legs parted slightly. Edwena got between her thighs ad gave her hairless pussy a few cleaning licks. "Have you ever seen a prettier pussy in all your life, Eldon? Would you like a taste of it too? Then you'll understand why I love it so much." "But your pussy is as pretty and as tasty as mine, Edwena," Michaela said. Eldon leaned in between Michaela's thighs and licked her pussy the way she licked Edwena's pussy. Edwena was right, her hairless young pussy did taste wonderful. "Okay, my turn," Edwena said, nudging Eldon aside. Edwena laid down between Michaela's parted thighs and put an arm around each creamy leg. She licked the young woman's smoothly shaved pussy lovingly. Eldon raised Edwena's hips up until she was on her knees. He took his cock in hand and guided it in between the fuzzy pussy lips before him. "Now let me prove to you how much I love you, Darling," he said proudly. She moaned loudly as he slid right home in her tight, fuzzy love box. "Yes! That's what I want," Edwena exclaimed. "Fuck me, Eldon. Fuck me." Edwena went back to licking the precious pussy before her. He sawed in and out of his wife's wet pussy and moaned with passion. She was as tight and as good feeling as the younger woman he had just fucked, he noted. When she moved forward from him, his cock slipped out. "Try the other hole now," she pleaded. "What? You want it in your asshole"? he asked in disbelief. "Michaela's tongue and finger felt so good, I want to feel what your cock feels like in there." "Alright," he agreed nervously. "If you wet it good with spit it will go right in," Michaela said. Eldon spit in the crack of Edwena's ass and pushed the spittle to her little puckered hole. He spit again in his hand and rubbed it on the end of his cock. He carefully put the head of his dick to the puckered hole and pushed in gently. His cock wouldn't go in. He spit in her ass crack again and this time pushed it into the little hole with his finger. He applied his cock to the little opening and pushed again, this time a little more firmly. He felt her opening give way as the velvety head of his cock entered the opening of the dark cavern. "Ah!" Edwena yelped. "Does it hurt?" Eldon asked. "Only a little bit at first. It feels fine now." Now that the puckered hole had opened, his cock slid farther in with less effort. "OH, yes, Eldon! You're doing fine. it feels good now." He fucked her asshole slowly, going in a little further with each stroke. Edwena went back to to licking Michaela's pussy, making her whimper and mewl with pleasure. Edwena herself was moaning with passion as she laved the young pussy while Eldon's cock gave her such delicious pleasure in her rear. Eldon was fucking at a steady pace like he was in a pussy. Michaela's whimpers turned into louder cries of joy as an orgasm approached. "Don't stop, Edwena. I'm going to cum!" Edwena inserted two fingers in Michaela's pussy to help her reach the pinnacle of pleasure. She was laying on her arm but still managed to reach her pussy and began to massage her hood and clit. She moved her fingers in Michaela wet pussy bring the young woman to an intense orgasm. She felt the pussy squeeze her fingers as Michaela whimpered in an orgasm. That, combined with the cock in her ass giving her such pleasure, brought Edwena to her own tremendous orgasm. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming," Edwena moaned. The eroticism of the moment brought Eldon to his orgasm and he pumped his cum juice deeply into his wife's dark tunnel. He thrust and jerked until he finished pumping his last drop of cum juice. "Uh, - oh, - ah, - oh,shit, - um!" he grunted involuntarily. He and Edwena laid down beside Michaela and rested after having some of the best sex ever. Eldon waved his shrinking dick around proudly, slapping it against his abdomen with noisy smacks. "Oh, Baby! That felt so good! Thanks, Edwena." "Better than your boyfriend's ass?" she giggled. "Aw, no, we don't do that, just mutual masturbation and oral. You got my cherry there, Sweetheart." Michaela took his now flaccid but still sizable cock in her hand and squeezed it gently, gazing at it fondly. "Edwena, your girlfriend has a hold of my wenie," he said playfully. "When she first told me about you," Michaela said, "I pictured you as some sort of a grease ball. But you're not, you're a handsome, witty, fun-loving man who loves his wife very much. I'm pleased to have met you." "The pleasure's all mine, Mickey. Can I call you Mickey? It seems to suit you even though you don't resemble a boy," he said, giving her breast a loving squeeze. Edwena chuckled and reached across the young woman to caress Eldon's balls. "I'm glad to have met you too, Mickey," Edwena said. "What a change you've made in my life! In five days I have had more firsts than ever before in my life. It's the first time a woman made me cum, the first time I made a woman cum, the first time for girl/girl sex and the first time I went out and bought overtly sexy clothing." "Oh, but it's nothing really." Michaela said humbly. "In three hours I've had my first threesome, my first sex with another woman besides my wife, and my first anal sex. I wouldn't call that nothing," Eldon said. "I suppose there's not too many first things left then," Michaela said. "We'll have to content ourselves with continuing what we've started." "Here, here!" Eldon cheered. "But for now, I'm worn out. I'm just going to go to sleep. You two can carry on without me if you want." With that, Eldon rolled on his side and drifted off into the deepest, most peaceful sleep he's had in a long while. xoxox *** Michaela's Lesson Michaela hadn't been picked for the team to play in the hockey tournament that afternoon, she was bitterly disappointed, especially as it was her eighteenth birthday. Michaela was one of the sweetest girls at the school, always polite and ready to help her teacher's and friends, and had a wicked sense of humour. She was, however, by no means the prettiest girl in the school and had never had a boyfriend or even been meaningfully kissed. She wasn't particularly ugly, but had been very slow in developing physically. She was only five feet tall and still rather flat chested; in fact, there were no noticeable curves anywhere on her body. It was typical of her that she decided to turn up to the tournament to support her friends and team mates, as she knew that they had a good chance of winning. It was a scorching hot afternoon and she had turned out in her white training T-shirt and red hockey skirt. She sat with her friends and Mr. Gray, the hockey coach, after they had narrowly won their first game by two goals to one. A large bowl of iced water had appeared on the scene and the girls were eagerly scooping cupfuls from it to try to cool off after their exertions. Inevitably, one or two cupfuls started to get thrown around, and Michaela couldn't resist throwing one at her friend, Louise. Feigning anger, Louise stood up, picked up the bowl and tipped the entire contents over Michaela's head, drenching her from head to toe. Her long, dark brown hair clung to her back and her white T-shirt clung to her body. It had become almost transparent and the lacy bra that covered her small breasts was clearly visible. Everyone screamed with laughter, Michaela included. "You'd better go back to the classroom to put something dry on," Mr. Gray told her, "You'll burn terribly in this sun." Michaela stood up and began to walk back to the classroom, the rest of the girls headed for the shade of a large tree, trying to keep reasonably cool before their next game. Mr. Gray watched Michaela disappear towards the school building, it was, officially, closed and everyone had gone home for the day. He had, however, arranged for the back door of his room to be left open, in case any of the girls needed to get their kit. He waited until Michaela had entered the building and then sprinted towards it himself, reaching it in no time. Mr. Gray peered in through the glass pane of the exterior door, he had no problems about watching the girls change, he had stolen many a sly look and had seen some glorious sights. Michaela stood with her back to the door, she had removed her T-shirt and was drying herself with a towel, her wet hair still clinging to her bare back. Slowly and silently, Mr. Gray opened the door, entered and clicked the lock. Michaela still had her back to him and had no idea of his approach. He sat down on the corner of one of the desks. "You really should take you bra off too, it's soaking." He said quietly, almost whispering. Michaela gasped and turned around, holding the towel over her front. "I didn't mean to startle you," Mr. Gray said with a smile, "I just wanted to talk to you about something. "It's okay," she answered, still clutching the towel to her chest, "what is it?" "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for not picking you for the team, today, especially as you train so hard." "It happens," she sighed. "Well, I thought that maybe I could give you something else to make you feel better." Michaela looked at him, rather suspiciously, "What?" She asked. "I think you know, don't you? You've never had a boyfriend, have you? Come here." Clive Gray was only in his mid-twenties himself and was a fitness fanatic. Although not particularly muscular, his body was well proportioned. He was looking at Michaela, smiling. She thought that she knew what he was talking about, but couldn't believe it, nobody had spoken to her like that before, and besides, he was her teacher! She looked at him, and suddenly returned his smiled and walked slowly towards him. He reached out and put his hands on her shoulders and began to run them through her dark, wet hair. Michaela didn't know what to do with her own hands, but she was still clutching the towel. Slowly, her grip loosened and the towel fell to the floor. He looked in to her eyes and grinned, "Don't worry," he told her, "I'll tell you exactly what to do." He took her hands in his and guided them to the back of his neck. Then, putting his arms behind her head, pulled her towards him and placed his lips on hers. Her mouth opened in response to his probing tongue, and he began to explore the inside of her mouth. As soon as he felt Michaela's little tongue flick into his mouth, he sealed his lips around at and began sucking. Michaela gave a little sigh and pulled away. "Are you sure we should be doing this, Mr. Gray?" She asked him. "Oh yes," he grinned, "damn sure! And, call me Clive," he added. He kissed her again and she was becoming more and more responsive to his actions. Her hands were still holding the back of his neck, but he began to move his down Michaela's back and soon came across the strap of her still wet bra. He reached for the clasp and, with the minimum of fuss, unhooked her. He pulled the straps down off of her shoulders and then freed her tiny breasts. Michaela took a step backwards, she hadn't been sure how far this was going to go, but she was beginning to get an idea. She stood there, without saying a word, aware that her teacher was staring at her little titties. She looked down and saw the growing bulge in the front of his shorts. She decided there and then, that she was going to let him do it, all of her friends were always talking about their sexploits, this would beat any of them. He reached out again, placing his hand on Michaela's left tit, he was amazed at how big her nipples were in relation to the rest of the breast. They were also erect and, putting his middle finger on top of her tit and his thumb underneath, he began to flick his index finger over it. Michaela smiled and gave a little gasp of pleasure as feelings of pure ecstasy began to shoot through her body. He began to work on both nipples whilst kissing her deeply again. Michaela had never felt anything like this before; she closed her eyes and let the pleasure wash over her body. Clive's mouth began to tire of hers and he broke the kiss. He knelt down in front of her small frame and clamped his lips firmly over one of her beautiful nipples, if he had stretched, he felt that he could almost have got her whole tit in his mouth, but he was happy to concentrate on those lovely little cherries. As he sucked and circled his tongue around her nipples, Michaela was reaching a whole new level of pleasure; she began to feel light-headed and thought that she was going to pass out. She pushed him away and gasped "stop." "What's up?" He asked. "What's happening to me, I've never felt anything like this before." "Don't worry," he reassured her, "It's good isn't it? And it'll only get better." He began to think what she be like when he started working on her clit. He stood up and removed his T-shirt, before kneeling and resuming his position. Michaela couldn't stop herself pulling his head hard into her chest; she didn't want this to stop – ever. Clive's hands, meanwhile had moved down to the waistband of her hockey skirt, he unbuttoned it, lowered the zip and let it fall to the ground, before gripping her buttocks through the cotton of her white panties. Michaela let out a moan and blushed a little as she felt a slight dampness began to occur between her legs. Was that supposed to happen? She wasn't sure. "Oh, Clive, don't stop," she moaned. But, with that, he did stop and he leaned back smiling at the redness in her face. He slowly moved his gaze down over those gloriously small titties to the front of her panties, which had pulled themselves slightly into her slit. He saw the small, but growing damp patch at the front. "Now, that didn't come from the bowl of water, did it?" He said with a smile. Michaela blushed again and reached down to cover the patch with her hands. "Hey, don't worry – that's good as well," he told her. He reached out, putting one hand on each side of the white cotton, and slowly slid them down her outer thighs, bringing her panties with them. They soon reached the floor, and he pulled them out from under her feet, walked across the room and put them in his desk drawer. He sat down in his swivel chair and twitched his head in a signal for Michaela to come towards him. She shuffled across the room, suddenly feeling a little awkward at her nakedness, but she wanted those feelings to return, she wanted him to touch her. She stood in front of him and, for the first time, Clive looked down at the dark, fluffy hair, which barely covered Michaela's slightly swollen pussy. He looked at the way that the lips protruded and were slightly open. He pulled her gently towards him and sat her on his knee. His left hand moved to fondle her breasts, whilst his right hand began to slide up and down Michaela's leg, each stroke taking him closer towards his ultimate goal. As his fingers began to brush through her pubic hair and run along her fanny lips, Michaela let out a sound that was somewhere between a squeal of delight and a moan of pleasure. She threw her head back, her hair tickling Clive's bare chest. By now, Clive's dick was aching to be set free of its restraint, but he was determined to leave it a while longer before his student got her ultimate prize. Michaela could feel his hard penis pressing against her naked ass, but she still wasn't sure what to do, so she just sat and continued to enjoy the feeling of her teacher's hands on her body. By now, Clive had inserted the tips of two fingers into Michaela's slit, which made her gasp. He removed them and licked off her sweet tasting juices, also adding more lubrication. He returned them to her gash and it wasn't long before he found her clit, he began to stroke it with the tip of his index finger and felt the whole of Michaela's body shudder on his lap. Her juices began to flow readily onto his hand and Michaela was squirming furiously and moaning loudly, he knew that she was close to coming. He stopped his action, looking at the flush all over Michaela's body. He lifted her up and lay her across his desk, sending a pile of books sprawling on the floor. He positioned her so that her legs were dangling over the edge of the desk and began to run his tongue up her inner thighs. By this time, Michaela was close to passing out, she had heard about orgasms, but never imagined in her wildest dreams that they could feel this good. Clive's tongue reached her pussy, and she felt it push inside her and he began to slurp away at her now sopping wet hole. The moment that his tongue touched her pussy, she squealed in delight. It felt as though a bolt of electricity had shot up her spine and back again. The light-headed feeling returned and she almost passed out as she experienced her first true orgasm. Clive ran his hands over Michaela's young body, allowing her to recover slightly, before picking her up and sitting her back on his lap. He turned her head to look at him; a wide smile was fixed on his face. "Was that good?" He asked, "Did you like it?" Michaela looked at him, her eyes reminding him of a puppy's. "Mmmmm," she answered, "Did I have an orgasm?" She asked him quietly. "You sure did, baby," he smiled back, "you really are such a good girl." He kissed her, knowing that she would be able to taste her own sweetness. He guided her hand towards the front of his shorts and helped her to undo the button and zip. Ripping open the button of his boxers, his rock hard dick – all 9 inches of it – joyously sprang free. Michaela slid off of Clive's lap and just stood staring at his manhood. "Do you like it?" He asked her. "Yes…But…I didn't realise that they were so big." "Not all of them are, baby," he laughed, "mine's pretty special. Michaela still stood, staring. She had no idea what to do with it. "Can I touch it?" she asked Clive. "Sure you can, go on wrap those fingers around it." Michaela did as he said, it was so thick that her fingers could not get all around its girth. She gripped tightly, surprised at how hot it felt. Instinctively, she began to stroke her hand up and down Clive's shaft, just a little at first, but soon going from top to base in slow, rhythmical movements. Clive threw his head back and moaned. He felt like he was going to come there and then, but was determined to hold it. That was for Michaela's mouth, he didn't want to waste a drop. Her nails began to dig into the flesh of his cock, and the pain only served to heighten his ecstasy. "Go easy, babe," he moaned, "suck it for me, please." Michaela looked at him, to see if he was serious, clearly seeing that he was, she removed her hand and slowly, nervously moved her head towards his shaft. She was terrified of doing something wrong, but there was something about the fact that he was her teacher that she found reassuring. Her lips reached the head of his monster and she licked the top of it, causing Clive to moan again. She began to slide her mouth down his shaft and stopped after 3 inches and began sucking, her head bobbing up and down. Clive wanted more; he reached forward and grabbed the back of her head. Each time she went down, he gently coaxed a bit more of his dick down Michaela's throat, until she had nearly seven inches. Her sucking was becoming more and more furious, and Clive knew that he could hold on no longer, making sure that he was still firmly holding his pupil's head, he gave a loud moan and allowed his load to pump into her mouth. Michaela started gagging, as much in shock as anything. "Swallow it," Clive gasped as his orgasm took over his body. He released his grip on her and felt Michaela pull her head away from his groin, he managed to look down at her and smiled as he saw a long string of his spunk hanging from the corner of her mouth. He reached forward and scooped it up with his finger, before pressing it back into her mouth. "Don't waste any," he said with a smile. Michaela looked at him, "I…I swallowed it." She gasped. "Yes, good girl," Clive said, "I hoped you enjoyed it. I hope it tasted nice." "It was all salty," Michaela told him, "but…yeah…kinda nice too!" She smiled. Clive's member was still rock hard and there was absolutely no doubt that it needed fanny. More than that, it needed Michaela's tight, virgin fanny. This was the moment that he had really been waiting for. He lifted Michaela back onto his lap, this time facing him, with her legs spread across his. He guided her hands back to his dick and she began stroking him again. His fingers went to her gaping pussy. He was delighted to see how the flush came back to her face and chest as soon as her began to touch her again. Her moans brought another half inch out of him. "I'm going to fuck you now, gorgeous," he told her. She looked down at his dick, "You won't get it all in," she whispered, "I must be far too small." "We'll see, shall we?" he said as her placed his hands under her buttocks and positioned the head of his knob carefully at her entrance. He made sure that everything was perfectly set up so that his pupil could watch as her teacher's massive dick slid into her body. Michaela gasped as the first two inches slid in. She was already beginning to feel that she would burst. Clive continued to slide in, enjoying the extreme tightness of this young virgin, until he felt himself press against her hymen. "This will hurt a bit," he warned her, "but the pain won't last long, I promise." He pushed hard, feeling her hymen rip apart. That was it, he had popped her cherry. Michaela screamed! It was a good job that there was no one around as they would definitely have been discovered, but they remained undisturbed. "Sssshhhhhh, it's OK, baby," he comforted her, as he slid in another inch. "I'm sorry," he added. With six inches in, he felt the end of his dick reach the end of Michaela's tight passage. There was no stopping now, with one final push, he rammed the final three inches into her. Again, she screamed as she felt his dick enter her womb. Now Clive began to rock, gently sliding his shaft in and out of her cunt. The tightness didn't ease, which he was glad of, but she was sliding easier and easier all of the time. Michaela felt the pain begin to ease and she started enjoying it again. The reality of what was happening began to sink in. She had lost her virginity and was being fucked by her teacher – and was loving every moment of it. It was a close run thing as to who was enjoying it the most. Clive was close to coming again and, whilst he wanted to make it last, he knew that Michaela wouldn't be long either. He helped her to rock with him, so that they were working together and before he knew it, Michaela began to redden again and she screamed as a gut-wrenching orgasm shook her body. At the same moment, Clive unloaded his second load of the afternoon deep into Michaela's fanny. They flung their arms around each other and kissed. Having disentangled their bodies, Clive helped Michaela clean up and get dressed before putting his own clothes back on. He warned her that she might feel a little sore later and in the morning, but not to worry. They kissed one final long kiss before Michaela flicked the lock on the door open. Before she went to watch her team-mate's next match, Clive called her back. "By the way," he said, "I think you'll be in the team next time." They both smiled. As she walked off, Clive watched her red skirt sway. "Happy Birthday!" He called after her. Michaela carried on walked, but smiled to herself. Michael's 40th Birthday Michael and Tia had been married for 15 years. Tia knew that her husband, as with most men, had fantasies about being with two women. Michael was about to be 40 and she wanted to give him a birthday present that he would never forget. She also knew that he enjoyed being dominated. Although she had never been the type to take control she wanted to find someone that would. Tiffany was young, 22, and very beautiful. Tall, blonde, and fully ripe; the kind of woman that Michael would love to fuck for hours. And Tiffany loved to take control of a man, make him beg for what he wanted. It was thanks to these two women that Michael's wildest fantasy was about to become reality. The day of Michael's birthday Tia called him at work and asked him if he would like to go out to their favorite restaurant for dinner and then a movie. He agreed and said that he would get right home from work so they could go early. With it being a Friday night the restaurant would be very crowded. The plan was beginning to work perfectly. Tia took the afternoon to prepare herself for the night of enjoyment that lay ahead. After her long, hot bath she went in to pick out her clothes for the evening. Anything too revealing would tip him off that something was up. But she wanted to get him in the mood. She chose a short black dress that had a low neckline, one that would supply Michael with a good look at her soft breasts as she sat across the table. Only a pair of black sandals would finish her outfit. As promised, Michael arrived home about 1/2 hour early, she was ready to go and they left for the restaurant. Michael was surprised at the way that his wife was dressed. She was normally so conservative. Just watching her walk to the car made him begin to get a warm feeling in his groin. Thinking that he would take her home and make love to her after the movie made him smile as he opened her door and closed her in the car. Never did he imagine what was in store for him this evening. Tia had requested a booth at the back of the restaurant so that they could have some privacy. On the way there Tia had informed him that she had invited a friend to join them for dinner. Her name was Tiffany and was a friend of Tia's from work. Although this was a lie, she didn't want him to be suspicious. Not long after they arrived Tiffany joined them. Michael was totally taken back by her beauty. The lust in his eyes as she slid into the booth next to him was obvious to both women. Here he was, sitting between his wife and this woman he would love to fuck. Now all he had to do was try to keep himself under control. After a couple of drinks they all began to loosen up. As they ate their dinners Michael felt a hand on the inside of his thigh, moving up his leg and resting on his now stiffening cock. It was not his wife! He turned and looked at Tiffany and she returned his glance with a knowing smile. Tia then leaned over and whispered to Michael, "It's ok, happy birthday my love. However, there are some rules. You must do everything that Tiffany or myself tell you to do. No exceptions." At this instruction Michael's cock jumped to attention. He could hardly believe what his wife was telling him. How could he refuse? He nodded his head "yes" and was instructed to go out, get in the back seat of the car, and put on the blindfold that he would find sitting there. They would be out after paying the bill. As directed, Michael climbed in the back seat and put on the blindfold. A couple of minutes later he heard only one car door close and they headed for a destination unknown. He could tell by the smell of perfume that it was not his wife that had joined him. As they drove, Tiffany informed him. "Your wife has sold you to me for the evening. You are now my sexual slave, you will do everything and anything that I ask or you will be punished. And you are not to ask for anything. Do you understand?" A wave of both excitement and fear went through his body. What was he in for? Would the punishment make it worth being a "bad boy"? The car came to a stop and he was directed to slide over and get out of the drivers side. Tiffany then attached a leash around his neck and led him into a building. He was being led into the dominatrix lair specifically designed to bring pleasure to those who wished to participate. Michael was also unaware that his wife would be watching the whole thing. Tiffany led Michael over to a shower. She removed his tie and used it to bind his wrists. As she unbuttoned his shirt she let it fall back down on his arms. He then felt her removing his trousers, as they fell to the floor he was told to step out of them. His hands were then released, the shirt removed, and he was told to hold his hands over his head. He could hear the clink of metal as handcuffs were secured around them. He now stood unable to move, in only his underwear. The bulge of his large cock was very visible underneath his bikini briefs. Then he felt something unfamiliar, something cold and pointed. As it flicked gently over his nipples he realized that it was a knife. His feet were now spread apart and bound with another set of cuffs. He was totally at her mercy now. He felt the knife sliding down his chest and toward his cock. The fear in his breath was obvious. But his cock was still as hard as a rock. He felt the knife slide down into his briefs and cut them off. As they hit the ground the feel of cold water started to fall on him. It soon warmed up and he felt Tiffany's hands begin to wash him. She used the soap to massage him, spending extra time around his balls and ass. Pushing her soapy finger up his ass and massaging his prostate caused him to moan with pleasure. She rinsed him off and then gently dried him. “Now, it's time for me to make you beg." She informed him that she was going to appeal to all of his senses, all except the sense of sight. He knew her body was beautiful and she informed him that she was standing in front of him wearing leather panties, and a nipple chain. His mind would do the rest. Between the excitement and the warm shower his body was very warm. Tiffany knew this and knew that the feel of ice on his nipples, the head of his cock and around his balls would be enough to begin to drive him crazy. She slid an ice cube into her mouth and started to run it around his nipples. His body jerked at the sudden cold, she moved down his stomach and kneeled before him. Her hand began to massage his balls and move toward his ass. Her cold mouth took his cock and started sucking it hard. The cold made him flinch but the feel of her mouth and tongue on his cock was unbelievable. As she sucked she pushed an ice cube into his ass. The feeling of it sliding in was almost more than he could take. He wanted to fuck her so bad. She then informed him that he was not to cum. If he did that would be grounds for punishment. Knowing that he was getting too close to orgasm Tiffany backed away and left him alone for about five minutes. Michael decided that it was the longest five minutes of his life. He wasn't sure where she had gone or what she was doing. The next thing he heard was two sets of footsteps. His legs were being released, as were his hands. His arms were sore and it felt good to get them down from over his head. Again he was led, by the leash, with the blindfold on, and commanded to kneel and leave his hands behind his back. He felt a pair of hands on the side of his head bending his neck back. The feel of a wet pussy was then at his lips. He began to lick and suck making Tiffany moan with pleasure. As Tia held her husbands head and watched him licking this stranger’s pussy, she was getting hotter and hornier, wanting to be tongue fucked herself. Instead, she pulled on Michael's leash and led him to a chair. After securing his feet to the chair his blindfold was removed. There, standing before him was his wife and Tiffany. Kissing deeply, feeling each other's bodies. Although they had left his hands free, they were just out of reach, and the chair was bolted to the floor. They informed him that he was welcome to do whatever he would like but not to cum. Tiffany moved Tia to the bed that was just in front of Michael, giving him a perfect view of everything. Spreading Tia's pussy wide, she began to lick and suck her swollen clit. She then turned Tia over and told her to get on her hands and knees. Reaching over, she picked up a small whip and handed it to Michael. It was just long enough for him to reach his wife's beautiful white ass. He was told to began whipping her until Tia's ass cheeks until were very red. While Michael was obeying her commands, Tiffany pulled out a strap-on dildo, twice the size that Michael had ever seen. Again she sucked and licked Tia's pussy from behind rubbing her hands and tongue on Tia's sore buttocks. In one swift move she drove the dildo deep into Tia's wet pussy causing her to scream in pain and pleasure. Tiffany started pumping harder and faster. It wasn't long before Tia couldn't control it any longer. She moaned and screamed as she came with a wave that ran through her entire body. Michael, who had been jerking off his cock as he watched his wife be fucked, lost control. His cum spurted all over, his body wrenching as he could hardly move in the chair. Tiffany heard his moans and turned around. "You are a bad boy, now you will have to be punished!" Tiffany released Michael’s feet and bent him over the bed. "You like watching your wife get fucked? Now we'll see how you like it!" However, what Michael didn't know was that his dinner drink had been laced with Viagra. His cock jumped back to attention at just the thought of that big dildo in his ass. His wife had never been into ass fucking and his virgin hole was about to receive the fucking of a lifetime. But not by Tiffany, Tia walked around and put on the dildo. Tiffany moved in front of Michael laid on the bed and told him to start licking her pussy. He was so absorbed in what he was doing that he didn't see Tia pick up the whip. The first crack startled him and made him yelp. He was reminded that he was being punished. He felt the lubricant as it was squeezed into his ass, the dildo followed. The combination of pain and pleasure took over his body. Tiffany then turned around and started sucking his cock taking him deep down her throat. Tia fucked him hard and fast, pounding him with every ounce of her body. Again his body disobeyed him. He came hard, shooting his seed into Tiffany's mouth and over her lips. She leaned up and kissed him deep so that he could taste his own cum. As he collapsed onto the bed, only Tiffany had not cum. She pulled out a double-headed dildo and called Tia over to the bed. The two women slid the dildo into their hot wet pussies and found a rhythm that pleased them both. Michael leaned over and started sucking on Tiffany's nipples. That was all she needed. Her body arched as her orgasm overtook her. They were all fully spent. As they fell asleep with Michael between them, Tia rolled over, kissed her husband and wished him a happy birthday.