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Oh God

By: ohmaster



I looked at myself in the mirror, smiling at what I saw.

My shiny brown hair was looking lovely, framing my face and falling down over my shoulders. Then there was my outfit. I almost blushed when I saw myself in it, but my did I look sexy!

The maids outfit skimmed the top of my arse, completely showing the whole thing- it barely touched the top of my thighs and it was very tight over my breasts, which- at a D cup, were giving me an amazing cleavage.

The heels that I was wearing helped to make the outfit. 

I was such a goodgirl usually, but not tonight- tonight I was all yours.

I took one more glance in the bathroom mirror before walking out and into my bedroom where you were waiting.

You looked me up and down and then gave me a seductive smile.

"Baby," you whispered "you look so..." you didn't finish the sentence. Instead you stood,pulling me into you and kissing me.

"Mine," you whispered into my ear as you broke the kiss "you're all mine."

You pushed my bedroom door closed and started rubbing my chest as you kissed me.

Your hands suddenly travelled to behind my back and started fiddling with my bra clasp. I felt my bra loosen as you managed to open it and then you pulled it from off of me and rubbed my breasts now that they were bare but the thin fabric of the outfit.

You stepped back then and sat back on the bed.

"How shall I serve you, master?" I asked, just like you'd wanted me to.

"Take off your clothes," you replied "but slowly."

I unzipped my outfit and slid it down my silky freshly shaved legs slowly, moving my hips slightly so it would fall faster. I kept eye contact with you and then, when the outfit was gone, I let you take me in. I stood in my heels, fishnets and french knickers and I could see your penis hardening in your pants already.

"Knickers," you said impatiently.

I smiled and pulled my knickers down.

Before I knew what was happening- I was in your arms being put roughly onto the bed. A piece of rope around each wrist tying me to the headboard.

"I'm going to make you moan baby," you said softly, making my pussy tingly. 

then you started rubbing my clit. I gasped at how good it felt- you moved your fingers in circles, making me want to play with my nipples as you did it, but I couldn't- my hands were tied.

"Want me to suck your big tits?" You asked roughly, seeming to read my mind.

I nodded- enjoying myself too much to speak.

You leant forwards and took my nipple in your mouth, sucking gently and then harder- scraping my nipples with your teeth- suddenly I felt your finger enter me as you flicked my nipple with your tounge.

"Mmmm," I moaned, closing my eyes as one of your fingers worked my clit, one was moving in and out of me and your mouth was on my nipple.

Suddenly there were two fingers in me and then three.

I was nearly at an orgasm- and you must have sensed it because you stopped and said "not yet. It's my turn now.

You untied the rope and lifted me up in your strong arms and put me on the floor.

"Get on your knees," you said. 

I did and then you took your shirt off, unzipped your pants and dropped them to the floor.

There it was- your huge dick- throbbing for attention and right in my face.

I reached out and grabbed it first- stroking it gently- you shuddered and then I opened my mouth and licked the head. You suddenly put your hands on my head and pushed it onto your dick. I took your dick deep in my throat as you thrusted in and out, making little breathless sounds as I deepthroated you.

After a little while I could tell you was going to cum, but you pulled out of my mouth and said "I want to enjoy you more before I cum in you." 

I smiled and you told me to bend over the bed.

I did bend over the bed, placing my hands on the wall to steady myself, these heels were big.

I felt you move the head of your dick along my pussy lips and pushed backwards a little, encouraging it to enter me- I WANTED YOU SO BAD!

As soon as you found my enterance you thrust your dick into me. I gasped and scratched the wall- you were so big and I was so tight!

Within moments we were really going at it. Your hands were on my hips, driving me down onto your massive dick and my breasts were bouncing with our movements. I was moaning so loud that I was scared of the neighbours hearing. My nails were scraping down the wall as you drove into me harder and deeper.

My legs started shaking and I felt I couldn't stand much longer. 

You pulled your whole penis out and then pushed it slowly back in, laughing as I moaned louder than ever, you did this a few times and then told me to turn to you. 

You then lifted me up and slammed me against the wall, fucking me while holding all of my weight against the wall.

"Oh yes!" I screamed, looking into your eyes as we fucked "Oh baby!" 

Encouraged by the screaming you went harder "oh please," I said breathlessly "I cant take it baby, oh god!"

You loved that! Making me beg turned you on so much. I felt a flood of warmth in me as you cummed inside me.

I orgasmed immediately after that, the warmth of your cum finished me off.

You lowered me down onto the bed and kissed me then, looking breathless.

"I love you," you said "now clean that up," 

so I did.

Oh God Father Jonathan!



Father Jonathan stood in front of the class reading Tennyson at 2.20 p.m. aloud in the afternoon and the pupil in his literature class seemed oblivious with his existence. 18-year-old hormone filled soda junkies. His pupils were merely in the class physically but emotionally they had been transported to worlds that may be alien to him. He had always wanted to a servant of God. He took his vow at 20 and now that he was 28, he believed that he had taken the right path. The path that would bring him to God's embrace and into the gates of heaven. He remembered how he lost his virginity when he was 15 to his brother's girlfriend in his own bedroom. She was 'babysitting' him for the day while his brother was working late that day. She was a petite girl with fiery red auburn hair. She was quite short compared to his massive height but she was such a delight. At 15, he was already reaching 6 feet and having Bree, bouncing on his impressive cock was pure ecstasy. They fucked 3 times that day. They fucked more for the next two years behind Jamie's back. Sex. How he missed sex. He missed fucking.

The bell rang and students vanished from the class. He collected all his books and put them in his bag. His eyes suddenly caught one of his pupils sitting at the back. She was staring out the window. She looked sad. Her name was Amanda Sakuragi. Her father was Japanese and her mother was an Australian. Did not understand what Mrs. Sakuragi sees in Mr. Sakuragi. He was short and stout. Nonetheless, he was rich! However, thank you God. Amanda was hot. She was about 5 feet 7 inches tall and her air was jet-black but she got her mother's smoldering green eyes. In that school uniform, the short skirt just above her delicate knee, she was a godsend. Father Jonathan was happy that sometimes he got glimpses of a fair share of his students' panties of multitude colors. If he was even luckier, he could see glimpses of young cunts behind those flimsy panties and occasional thongs. 

He moved to the back of the class. Her green eyes brimmed with tears. "Are you alright Amanda?" he asked. She did not answer. "Is there anything that I can help?" he continued asking. Her small cute mouth trembled and she suddenly wrapped her arms around Father Jonathan's waist. He was taken aback by her action but simultaneously he was happy that her lovely oval faced was pressed on the left side of his lower abdomen. He could feel the warmth from her breath on his skin. His heart rate increased and his cock started to quiver in his robe. He intensely missed fucking and God started to disappear from his mind.

When they reached his office, she told him everything. Her boyfriend Chad Murray wanted to have sex with her and she was unsure. He would dump her she refused and because of that, she did not know what to do. She was lying on the big couch that he had in his room. He could not take his eyes off her breasts that kept moving because of her incessant sniffling and crying. He came nearer and his eyes traveled from her designer shoes up her lovely legs, her short skirt and the dark blue sweater snuggling the luscious breasts. The lips were looked succulently wet maybe from those stuff he usually saw they put every time a boy passed by. He would sell his soul just to taste those sweet lips once in his life. He had taken off his robe and he was in his dark blue khakis and a white shirt. The bulge between his legs started to strain his pants. Amanda saw it. Her eyes grew wide and she started to sit up but Father Jonathan little by little pushed her back into the couch. She was breathing more heavily as she now realized that she was trapped in this office with her teacher. The lump between his legs grew. Her breasts moved even more rapid making the man more aroused as the image of Bree bouncing between his legs filled his mind. As if reading his mind, Amanda started to panic. "F...Father...Jonathan...I...I'm la..," she could not finished her sentence as he put his right thumb on her lower lip while his left hand held her right shoulder firmly. He was kneeling near his student. The scent of jasmine filled his nostril and all he could think of at that time was sex. His thumb traced the shape of her silky lip and she trembled. Tears fall down her now pink cheeks. She tried to push him with her arms but she was no match for this man. He was standing at 6 feet 4, he was muscular, and with his left hand, he captured both of her flailing arms and brought them up her head. She was terrified. 

Her skirt had risen to expose a pink pantie underneath. She did shave but they had slightly grown. Father Jonathan eyes were smoldered with rapture as he gazed at Amanda's slit that was merely concealed by the semi-transparent material. "Please...F...Father...," she begged. He looked at her oval delicate face covered with tears. Father Jonathan licked her right cheek. She screamed and struggled to break free. Father Jonathan was afraid that someone might hear them. He dragged her up using his superior strength and she was dangling with both arms in the air. Her legs were kicking was it was useless. He sat on the couch and put her on his lap. Left hand holding her arms while his right hand was arranging her. Her navel was on his bulging cock. She was terrified. She could feel it twitched and grew. Her ass was jutting in the air.

"Scream!" he urged. She did, as loud as she could but he slapped her ass so hard a few times that she was now too afraid to do so. "Scream again and I will hurt you Amanda. I am a big man. Don't mess with me.," he continued and he could see that she was nodding. He turned her around with her warm sore ass now resting on his engorged cock. He continued licking her left cheek. This time she just shivered but not a sound came from her. Her breasts were jutting out now as he held her arms above her head again. They were squashed together and he nuzzled the young jasmine scented breasts. He bit her breast lightly a few times through the material of the sweater and she shuddered even harder. Tears kept flowing like tap water. 

"Stop crying." He barked.

It took her 15 minutes to stop. He was a patient man and he waited. She looked dazed laying there on his lap. Father Jonathan too felt the burning in his arms and knew that his sweet student too would feel the pain. He let her arms go. She withdrew slowly and rubbed both arms. Still sitting on the couch with the lovely Amanda on his lap. His cock was still hard and Amanda could feel it under her ass. 

They were silent. Amanda green eyed timidly roamed Father Jonathan's face. He was one of the nicest teachers in this catholic school. He was also one of the cutest, as many girls would agree. He was tall with ash blonde hair and when he smiled he would looked much younger. Her eyes stopped with they met his deep blue ones. She swallowed and the sound echoed in the room. She then wetted her dry lips. Something triggered in his eyes. He moved so fast to his table. One hand holding one of her arms while the other pushed everything on his table to the floor. He pushed her on the table with her ass in the air. He kicked both her legs open.

She was shivering violently but she did not make a sound. She was petrified that he would hurt her again. His hand tore the school skirt. The sound was deafening to her. She was in her panties. He then leisurely inserted his thumb on either side of the panties and pulled it down slowly. Her legs quivered with fear and apprehension. Her face on the table. Arms clutching the side of it with legs apart with Father Jonathan looming behind her. Her asshole in the air while her pink flesh opened to his eyes. 

Amanda surrendered to destiny if she was about to be raped by her teacher. She waited for Father Jonathan to ram his cock into her and get it over and done with. Instead suddenly she felt, his tongue on clit. Unhurriedly. His tongue just simply touched her cunt. Delicate touches that sent tremors into her core. It was nice she thought. It was better than nice. She was shocked as her vagina started pumping juices that she did know exist. She writhed on the table. Father Jonathan blew onto her exposed clitoris. Her legs gave away but his strong hand held her there.

"Father Jonathan? What are you doing?" she timidly asked.

He blew on her cunt again and it quivered. Her juices started flowing, Father Jonathan knew, and she wanted to be fucked by him. 

From behind, he massaged her ass cheeks and could see the red marks on them. He massaged both cheeks and noticed that her cunt got wetter and wetter with her juice. He inserted his middle finger inside his student's cunt. It was so damn tight! A virgin's hole. How Holy! Father Jonathan wiggled his finger and Amanda instinctively raised her ass in the air so that her drenched cunt would swallow his whole finger. She started moaning wiggling her hip more. What a sight. An 18-year-old girl sprawled in front of him.

"Ahh...ahh...Father...mmm...ohh...don't...stop...,"

His finger moved in and out her hole with sloshing sound. Father Jonathan thought that to hell with gates of heaven. Amanda's cunt was even better. His long lean finger was soaked with Amanda Sakuragi's love fluid. He took his finger out from her cunt and sucked it. It tasted magnificent. It was better than Bree's. 

"Please Father Jonathan...don't stop." She begged raising her ass even higher.

He continued his mission. Amanda's moaning intensified and she climaxed on his table.

"It's my turn Amanda. Suck my cock like a good girl you are."

He sat on his couch and he had taken off his pants and boxers. His engorged member stood between his long muscled legs. The half-Japanese half-Australian girl kneeling between them with only her sweater on. Her clit pressed together as she sat there. Her eyes were wide looking and studying his penis. He was most proud of it. It was quite sad that womankind could not sample the cock that he had as he had sworn celibacy. Amanda would be the lucky one.

She touched it. His cock twitched. Her eyes looked at him, asking for guidance. She then remembered what he asked from her. Moving slightly forward, her lovely soft hair brushed Father Jonathan's inner thighs and he sucked breath. When her soft pliant lips sucked his penis, his hip thrust to fill her mouth. It was heaven. She was also moaning from the intensity of the blowjob. He guided her small hands to fondle his balls and the delicious pleasure increased. She used her lips, her tongue and her teeth to intensify his pleasure. His hip involuntarily pumped into Amanda's mouth. When he was about to cum, he withdrew from her soft mouth. He was groaning so loud while spraying his cum on her. After his breathing was back to normal, he touched her face.

"Good girl. After this, you will know what heaven is like Amanda."

He brought her to the sickbay. He had the keys to the room. The hallway was dark and not a soul was around. Her skirt was torn to shred. He lent her his shorts and it looked weird on her small figure. When they entered the sickbay, there were a few single beds there. He took the mattresses and arranged them on the floor. Amanda was feverish with the image that she conjured in her mind. Father Jonathan's cock in her still sodden cunt. He brought such bliss with his finger and Amanda could not imagine what his cock was capable of bringing. 

He asked her to strip. She was naked for the first time and she was shy. Her arms covered her high young breasts. Father Jonathan took off his white shirt first. Amanda's eyes were glued to his chest and the blonde hair that disappeared into his pants. He took his pants off too and they were both naked now. Each pair of eyes ravaging each other's body. Father Jonathan noticed the glimmer of liquid between her clit. She was on fire and he knew it.

He walked towards her with his cock steadily hardening. He took her arms away from her breasts. She was trembling. He wrapped his warm arms around his student. With her face on his chest, she sighed slowly as if she was extremely at ease with him naked in her arms. His cock pricked her just above her stomach. It was warm too. He massaged her back and she melted into his body.

He put a pillow under her buttock. He was between her legs licking and biting her breasts. She squirmed under his administration. He moved to her mouth and kissed her for the first time. Her mouth was open when he kissed her. Tongue wrestled with him nipping on both her lower and upper lips. Soft moans came from her. His left hand squeezed her breasts while the other hand slid lower stroking her mound. 

"Please ... ahh...ahh... ahhh... F...Father..Jonathan... mmm..."

He too was making guttural sound in his throat. He loved kissing her sweet lips and her breasts were like succulent strawberries. He sucked one nipple and she screamed his name. Jonathan. Begging him. Her young lean body trashing between his legs catching his rock-hard cock off-guard. The feel of her delicate fingers trying to touch it. Amanda pushed her breasts into Father Jonathan's mouth. Her arms clutching his head offering her breasts into his hungry mouth. He then slowly stopped. Amanda knew what was coming. It was time for him to fuck her virgin cunt.

He positioned his cock at the entrance of her hot cunt. Her left leg was on his right shoulder. She was opened for him. He suckled her left breast while his left hand rubbed her mound. She pushed her mount into the palm of his hand. She was saturated with her juices. She was ready. He slid the head of his member into the opening. Her vagina wall slightly opened for him. He pushed a little an inch or two. She said "Ahh..." He moved a few more inches and he stopped. He could feel her hymen blocking his cock from going further. Her body too tensed waiting and accommodating his cock. He kissed her wildly and then sucked her earlobe. The wall surrounding his cock convulsed and his cock moved another inch. He held her tight and rammed his penis to the hilt. She let out a shriek.

Father Jonathan's cock filled her. She could feel every twitch that his cock made. It was painful at first but now she had the sensation of having this big blunt thing inside her. She opened her eyes and she could see his blonde pubic hair with her own. He was still holding her tight. His breathing was raged and his lean body was damp from their ordeal. He pumped slowly at first. Amanda let out a loud sigh. He moved his hip for the second time. Bright flash overwhelmed her sense. Her body moved on its own bringing intense pleasure in her vaginal wall. Father Jonathan drove his cock in and out with such vigor. 8 years without a fuck. Amanda's cunt had to stand his cock as he ravaged her. She did not even notice it. Her cunt received each lunge and force with such youthful vitality. Father Jonathan knew that she would be sore after his onslaught. He did not care and the little green-eyed Amanda moved under him. Breasts bouncing at each thrust while the sound that she made drove him into frenzy.

Both climaxed at the same time. They screamed each other's name. Father Jonathan's limp body fell on Amanda. Both were breathing heavily. The sickbay filled with the sound of their breathing. His cock was still inside Amanda. Twitching the last time as it deposited her semen in her canal. Their juices mingled and dripped between their locked bodies. Her breasts flat under his chest and she was able to breathe a little. She did not care. His weight was marvelous on her. She held him savoring her teacher as she noticed that he had such a magnificent body under his robe and even a more glorious cock that took her virginity away. She knew that she no longer needed Chad and her cunt was only for her Father Jonathan, her English literature teacher. An hour later, still in the sickbay, Amanda was on all four. Father Jonathan behind her ramming his cock into her pussy. She felt another intense climax looming and as she cum she screamed "Oh God Father Jonathan!" as he continued pumping his seeds in Amanda's pussy. 

"You are magnificent Amanda." He said as he grabbed her breasts.

"Leave Chad. You are mine!" he whispered into her ears.

"Yes Father Jonathan...yes...ohh...yes ..." 



Oh God Jessica



January: for all that is (not) good in this world. 

Brian's current girlfriend was a wonder, he thought. Smart, beautiful, she was perfect. He eyed her from across the room. There was no way he could go wrong. No way, not with her. 

"Hey," Amy bumped his shoulder. He looked over at his best friend and smiled warmly to her as she sat down next to him. 

"Hey, what are you doing here?" He asked in surprise, "you never come here." 

"Yeah I know, but I took the day off to eat lunch with you." Brian looked at her lunch plate and noted that she hadn't taken any vegetables. He felt a light flutter of concern for her. She needed to eat well if she wanted to run a company. 

"Hmm," He bit into an apple and glanced at his girlfriend and back to Amy. 

"What?" She smiled at him, "you seem on edge." 

"No, not at all," Brian new how to get what he wanted from Amy, "I was just thinking of the fact that you have no vegetables on your plate." 

"Oh?" She raised her eyebrows, "Yeah well, so what I"-

"I'm glad for you," Brian jumped in quickly, "too many people are on health kicks. You shouldn't eat too much green stuff anyway. I bet it doesn't even taste good." 

After a moments pause, Amy stood up and went to get some vegetables. Yet a sudden scream from across the room made everyone jolt. Chaos seemed to slowly perpetuate and Brian's girlfriend, Jessica, seemed to be in the direct middle of it!

Later that night...

"I don't know what to do!" Jessica cried to Brian, "I don't have the money for this..." 

Brian didn't look concerned, Jessica was his girlfriend, and he knew exactly what to do. He reached out and gave her a tissue. Comfort, he thought. 

"Are you sure they said it was going to cost that much?" He frowned. 

"YES! I asked your doctor several times..." She nodded her cute little head, "thank you so much from getting him so quickly for me..." Brian smiled knowing how much she appreciated it. Jessica cared for her Grandmother very much. 

"I'm so angry at the waiter who served her!" She continued, "what kind of monster poisons such an old woman's lunch? I mean, what good could that ever accomplish him?" Tears flowed down her cheeks. Her sparkling blue eyes seemed to fleck with fury. 

"But the surgery can be paid in two halves, correct?" Brian checked all the facts once more. 

"Yes, but even so, Brian I don't have that kind of money," Jessica looked at her feet hopelessly, "My granny is the only family I have left, and I'm going to lose her." 

"I have the money," Brian offered gently, and caressed her cheek. Jessica looked up at Brian, opening her mouth to say something- she was cut off by Brian's phone. 

The sound of wedding bells rang as his ringtone. Jessica had always thought it was strange that he had assigned the wedding theme to Amy's ring tone. But there was nothing much she could say about it. She knew Brian would love her, faithfully. So it didn't matter. 

"Okay," Brian said, after his phone call, he looked at Jessica sweetly, "We can work this out; I can give you the money."

Jessica opened her eyes and felt relief and happiness finally take the place of her despair. She felt all the tension leave her. Finally something could be done. Finally she would be able to keep the last member of her family close to her. Finally. 

February: you do not know what you do not know

Amy strolled into that building like she had known her whole life that she belonged there. Tiny as she was, she knew she was strong. Everyone looked up to her, although not quite in the literal sense due to her height. She took a look at all her workers and felt at ease, and in control. 

Then she hired Jessica. 

Brian had warned her of Jessica. Warned her of the games. Warned her of the lies. But no. Amy didn't like to judge a person based on rumours. She liked proof, and thought it was only fair to see how things would go for herself. 

It was strange though, Brian seemed so happy when he was first with Jessica, Amy thought to herself. So, surely Jessica would be a professional woman. Brian was probably just intimidated by that fact, and that's probably why he left her. 

Jessica sat in the interview room, across the table from Amy, wearing jeans and a shirt. Amy couldn't help but look at Jessica's legs when she walked in. Her first thought was; I have to get this woman to wear dresses. But as the boss, such a comment wasn't appropriate. 

"So... Jessica, your resume seems to be in order," Amy held open the file and pushed her glasses up her nose. Jessica looked carefully at Amy, like she was curious of something, perhaps even admiring? 

"Here," Jessica reached up and leaned over the desk, "you have something on your face..." She licked her thumb and wiped the side of Amy's mouth. Embarrassed, Amy wanted to protest, but her eyes fell upon the amazing set of tits that were hanging only inches from her tongue. Jessica leaned back and grinned. 

Jessica could tell that Amy had a curiosity about other women. It wasn't something well hidden by her facial expressions. It was actually something Jessica would normally find quite amusing. 

Later that day, Amy found herself lying flat on the kitchen floor of Jessica's apartment. This was not a normal day for Amy at all, she could barely understand how things had progressed to this point! Jessica was her new EMPLOYEE! An employee who had ordered Amy to lie down on the kitchen floor for her, which was such a turn on, Amy couldn't resist. 


Amy thought back to the days when she was with Jane. Jane had never been dominant, and not surprisingly, she was now dating Amy's best friend: Brian. Amy couldn't blame Brian though, he had explained how Jane wouldn't take no for an answer. Besides, if the woman wanted a man, then Amy certainly couldn't fulfill those needs.

Amy wanted to be caught up in this moment with Jessica, but she was struggling not to think of other things. She thought of Jane, and how they had broken up. Getting close to someone again, to trust someone again, was going to be difficult. Jessica noticed the tension on Amy's face. 

"Give me your foot." Jessica ordered. Amy gave a shocked expression and then shivered at the though. She was fearful of getting close, but her feet were her weakness. Looking up, Amy thought Jessica looked like superwoman, stronger and much more powerful than she. Amy obliged and lifted up her foot. 

The feel of Jessica's tongue probing gently between her toes felt magical. No one had ever done that for her before. Amy felt relieved and blessed in this moment. How lucky she was to receive such a suprisingly accurate seductive attack upon her own biggest weakness...

"Mmmm," she relaxed a little, "Oh that's good, that's-" 

"What that Fuck?" A man yelled at the doorway. Amy's eyes shot open and she looked at the tall figure before them. 

"Oh hi," Jessica gently bit Amy's toe and then tossed her foot away, "I didn't realise you were going to be home." 

Amy ran out of that place, crying. 

March: Your life must at all times resemble that of happiness. 

"OH god! Oh god yes!" Jessica, the blonde with jugs for tits, bounced up and down on Scott's hard, swollen cock. Her eyes were that of a young child discovering the slippery slide, yet Scott knew what her thoughts really were. 

Fuck buddies. That's all they were. Scott loved and adored Jessica, but there was only so much teasing he could take. He couldn't stand any more of the lies, that she loved him and him alone. No, no, he knew the truth. 

Worse of all was to think of Amy. Small, brunette-like-girl, she was devastating in a red mini. Scott discovered her one morning with her toes curled tightly within Jessica's adoring mouth. That was the first and last time he saw her. 

Jessica rolled off of Scott and grinned evilly. Her Blonde hair spread evenly over the pillow and Scott could see she was satisfied. She looked over to him momentarily and then jumped up. 

"Okay, thanks," She stretched her arms up in the air and yawned. 

"Thanks?" Scott sounded slightly anxious, "Are- are you going now?" 

Jessica looked into Scott's blue eyes. Dreamy in their own right, she knew what had attracted her to such a man. He was well built, amazing in the bedroom, and quite a mouthful if you catch the drift. 

"Well," she bit her lip thoughtfully, "Yeah I am. We're not dating anymore silly, so you get the bed all to yourself now!" Nodding her cute little head, she picked up her tiny black dress, and threw it over her shoulder. 

Scott smiled at Jessica as she ran out of the room. The moment she was gone, he closed his eyes tight, pretending she was still there- 

"I love you..." 

It hurt Scott to think of how easily Jessica had cheated on him when they were together. No woman had ever been able to walk away from him before; that's when he knew it was love. She tied him down to his bed and took control in a way that no woman had ever been able to do. She wasn't weak like the others. 

Scott looked up at his wrists and realised then that they were still tied. 

"Shit."

April: Here comes the bride... Here comes the lied... 
Women couldn't be trusted; Amy thought. That was all there was to it. They were all the same, and it just wasn't worth the trouble any more. Amy had given up on ever finding her dream lady. 

"Brian, how do you know it was Jessica?" Amy asked, totally rattled by the tale Brian finally had to tell. 

"Well the waitor finally confessed," he shook his head and held Amy closer to him. Amy felt safe at last in Brian's arms, the only person she knew she could trust. 

"I just can't believe she would poison her own grandmother to scam you for money!" The sounds of a fire crackled in the background as the new couple, oddly matched as they were, held each other close. 

Brian smiled, the feeling of finally having his soulmate so surely in his arms was more than enough reward for all he had been through. Jessica didn't matter now; no one else mattered.

"Brian?" Amy's voice softly broke his thoughts, "it really scares me that I was so close to a murderer. That poor old lady." 

He held her close, thinking that nothing like that would ever happen again, now that he had her in his arms. 


January: Till death do we start 


Tied up and blindfolded Jessica couldn't tell left from right. The ropes that bound her hands to the post of the bed were soft, but they were tight. The feel of her own body naked against the sheets confused her. She could smell something... sweet... an aftershave? 

This was how Jessica awoke on January the 8th of 2009. 

"Good morning Jessica," A deep voice resounded. 

"What's happening?" She spoke in a panic. It was sweet, how the sounds of her panic could be so arousing, Brian thought. 

"It's only me Jessy babe," Brian crawled onto his girlfriend and left a sweet kiss on her lips. She smiled and exhaled with relief. 

"Oh thank God! You scared me!" Jessica stretched her arms and legs waiting to be spoilt by her patner, "isn't this a surprising start to me day," she mused to herself, "much better than yesterday already."


"Mmm," Brian groaned hot in her ear, "lets forget the rest of the world for a moment babe, I'll take care of that." Brian thrust his hand roughly between Jessica's thighs and inserted two fingers deep inside of her. She let out a sweet yelp, shocked by the Harshness of Brian's touch, for previously he had always been gentle. 

"Let me do something a little different baby," Brian interupted Jessica before she could protest. Jessica considered for a moment, then she nodded obligingly. He was giving her a lot of money soon, after all, he deserved to get something in return. 

Spreading open her tender thighs, Brian enterred Jessica and pounded into her with force. He grabbed hold of her throat tight- almost too tight- choking the air from her lungs. With his other hand, Brian gripped a chunk of Jessica's hair, yanking her head roughly to one side. 

"Ah! H-hurts," Jessica let out weakly, yet Brian was so entranced he continued thrusting his hard shaft into her wet little pussy. Fucking her deeply, he suddenly stopped and placed his hand forcefully over her trembling lips.

 "You listen to me you skanky little fuck-whore," Brian's voice was cold and demanding, "you want your grandmother to live another few years, then you're going to do exactly what I fucken tell you to do." 

Brian kept his hand over her mouth; fucking Jessica over and over again- staring obsessively at a picture of Amy on his nightstand. He squeezed her tits until they hurt, bit down on her lips, pulling harshly at her hair so that she could not get up from underneath him. 


"OH! God, Jessica!" He let out a moan as he came, poison into her most private of areas. Jessica looked up at him, shell-shocked as he spat, "Don't forget to say hi to grandmother, slut." 



Oh...God...No....



I was sitting in the bed decorated with flowers, awaiting my husband's arrival. I never ever dreamed even in my wildest one that I would be married off to a old guy, who turns 60, within a few months. My eyes were swelled up with the tears that I cried after I got engaged. It was my fate, a young girl who turned just 19, a few weeks back is now someone's wife. I am not against marriage but with a old pervert, I just can't digest it.

I am really not in mood now, to tell my past nor how I look. I know the night about to follow will be filled with his manliness filling up my femininity. The dawn of tomorrow will see me a woman, deprived of my preserved and precious virginity. The bed I am sitting now wearing this red silk saree will soon witness me; lying atop it, nude, spread and copulated. Mys, my mom and my kid sister who are all outside will listen to my whimpers, moans and cries in the middle of the night.

'He's your husband and it's traditional for a women to submit to his desires. Do not protest nor be reluctant. Just co-operate and it will be end within no time,' was my mother's advice before she left me alone.

I would like you to know how I look. Even though, I ain't in a mood to describe my features, I feel it's fair to know what kind of girl the hideous beast is going to feast on. I stand 5'3, petite built, measuring 32-26-34; small, round breasts topped with brown nipples; handful for a man which goes below into a curvy, thin waist; soft and silky to touch; and my legs that are supple. I am brownish and looks like a traditional Indian girl. I think my dusky beauty lured me into this fate. Using my family's poverty, the man offered a deal. To take care of my mother, my brothers and asked for me in marriage instead.

Not an indecent proposal but for me it was. How to marry a bald old man? How do I get intimate with him? I felt tears roll down my cheeks, feeling betrayed...

My new husband walked in, standing tall at 5'11 and reasonably built with an average physique. He was no man of patience. He didn't let me speak either. All I saw was his naughty smile with gleaming eyes that feasted on my tender body, even though I was dressed from head to toe. I felt ashamed yet a man's lustful look did provoke a slight tingle between my legs. For a split second, I imagined him on top of me, lying between my open legs and humping me in unison. 'Oh....God....' was the words from my lips. I snapped back to reality and felt guilty. But, couldn't help it. After all, I am a young girl whose filled with passion and desire. 

He sat near me and made a formal talk. All the time, I was sure he wanted to know what's inside my clothes rather than my heart. Unable to control himself, he moved his hands over my hips. I felt a sharp sensation from the area as his warm hand caressed me through my saree. By the time, I was ready mentally and physically for the fast approaching first sex in my life. 

My doubts on his stamina were cleared when he pushed me over the bed and rolled over me. I felt his hard thick cock touching my thighs. The size was.... I don't know but it was big. At least for me and thicker than I imagined. He dimmed the lights a bit and made himself nude above the top. I glanced in astonishment seeing his hairy, toned chest even at such an age. He unraveled my saree, my jewels and undid the hooks on my top. His expertise was evident in the way he made my top nude, exposing my tender breasts. I didn't had much time before his lips enclosed mine in a tight kiss. My never ever kissed lips felt it wonderful and new. He kept nibbling, chewing and biting my lower lip. 

Then his hands cupped my tits in a vice grip. It was so hard that made me whimper in the most tiniest pleasurable pain.

"Ohh....please don't. I can't," was all I could manage to say with his lips tightly glued around my erect nipples. He went on a wild spree sucking it and milking it, till I could take no more. I was writhing in the bed; moaning and thrashing in pleasure, my hands caressing his hair, holding it tight. 

My old husband then adjusted his clothes and made himself nude for the next level in our night. I was bit scared seeing the size of his cock. He came back to the bed to make me nude and see my virgin body. I controlled my reluctance as he stripped me completely. I was there fully exposed to my husband's eyes, my erect nipples wet with his saliva, my pussy dripping and my lips quivering in anticipation. 

He didn't make me wait long and came back to resume kissing me. His hands held my tits firmly as he kissed me with fiery passion. My young body was flooded with pure pleasure. After a brief interval, he stood with his hard cock near my face, asking me to suck it. I was inexperienced but wanted to give it a try. I started engulfing his cock into my mouth in a slow and steady manner. Soon, I picked up a pace with him holding my head and fucking my mouth for all it's worth. 

He removed his cock out of my mouth, breathing hard and baked in the pleasure of my sucking skills. Then, he shifted position and moved my legs apart. I knew he wanted to be inside my pussy and I had been aching for it. He moved the blankets covering out nude bodies and placed his cock in the entrance of my pussy. Slowly, I felt his cock move into my virginity, leading me into a sharp pain that made me scream. 

"Oh...God...No, Please stop, I can't take it. It's so painful." I said so loud and thrashed his back to save myself from the hell. My insides were burning with his cock going deeper and deeper each second. He kept pushing forward and didn't stop till his pubic hairs touched mine. I breathed a sigh of relief and rested to overcome the aftermath of my first penetration. 

I clung to his shoulders for support as he started moving his cock in and out, fucking me rapidly. Both of were sweating, panting and gasping for air but never stopped our fucking action. My pussy was torn by his manly cock which will be fucking me for the rest of my life. I am now his official wife and will be there to pleasure him any time. I felt my orgasm building up inside my body which came is spasms in the next minute. He continued to plunder my tight pussy and finally came deep inside my womb.

He then pulled me for one last kiss which lasted for more than 2 minutes, leaving me breathless. I hugged him back tight and reciprocated his intimate kisses. He felt me all over my body and dozed off to a satisfied sleep for the night. I just laid staring at the ceiling and recalling my first night with my husband whom I underestimated before. He was quite a hunk in the bed and I feel he would keep me happy in and out of bed.

Satisfied with what I wanted, I snuggled closer to him and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.



Oh God, What Have We Done?



After the story was posted a very good and understanding editor offered himself to do the editing. His name is Pepere and he made a wonderful job. Many, many thanks, PEPERE, you are the best.

F

Part 1

1

Dr. Song family

The Cathedra continues arguing, although increasingly less whether sexuality is an individual's personal choice, environmental effect, or is already programmed in our genes and is not an option, but an inheritance from our ancestors as unavoidable as the color of the eyes or hair, the height, a mark on the body, or diabetes. As we'll see in the case of our main character, her genes marked her tendency.

Moira Song is her name. Dr. Moira Song is a forty-eight year old gynecologist, divorced, with only a twenty-one year old married daughter, Christine. Everyone inside her family knows that she is bi in her sexual preference; in truth, she is a closet lesbian and well advanced in her way to be a lesbian mother with incestuous tendencies on her mind. A path known to her in that she has been a lesbian daughter.

Her married daughter, who is a student at some University, got pregnant by her student boyfriend and they were forced to marry as a result. Since they didn't have the means, and his parents were unwilling to support a family of students with a child, Moira Song took them to live with her in her parent's old mansion, at her expense.

Dr. Moira is the only child of a family in which her parents' attitude and failed marriage marked her for life. Her father was a renowned obstetrician, whose greatest ambition was that her only daughter would become a famous lawyer, not a medical doctor, and least of all, not a gynecologist.

Her parents married when they too were both in the University; her father was a professor and her mother was a student. They met, they either fucked or made love, and she got pregnant. She was twenty-three and he her senior by fifteen years. Nobody who knew them thought the marriage was going to last, but they were still together after forty-five years; yes, they live in the same house, but only that. They are no more than enemy-friends and have been so for almost thirty-five years, an enmity not declared, but clear in all acts of their lives, and their daughter has known it.

Dr. Geoffrey Song was British by birth, the son of a second rank diplomat in the British Foreign Service posted in the United States when his son was a mere five-year-old child who, when his father was given the order to go to a new diplomatic destiny after some twelve years serving in the United States, refused to go to the new diplomatic destination with his family and stayed in the U.S. Dr. Geoffrey had always had an acute insecurity about his sexual orientation, he didn't like to date, and in fact, nobody in the faculty had known him date with girls or women before his sudden marriage to his pupil. 

Most of the faculty members had him as a little strange, aloof, even rude sometimes, in his attitudes to colleagues and students. Some thought him to be asexual, not interested in sex with either gender. Aah, they were so wrong. Since Dr. Geoffrey was a teenager, he had what he saw as a strange compulsion; he felt a tingling effect in his manhood when near a good-looking boy or young man. His rigid Lutheran early education made that sensation a sin, something from the devil, something to fight. So in his concept, the best way not to sin was to abstain from any thoughts of sex, and oddly enough, that timid attraction for his own sex led him to study gynecology, a field in which he acquired the reputation as being one of the best.

What was his reasoning for choosing this discipline? Simple; in his naivety, he thought that the sight and permanent contact with hundreds of vaginas in a clinic practice would change his natural tendencies and make him like and appreciate the feminine sexual organs. It was a major surprise to him, that in no time at all, the sight of a pussy, no matter the beauty, the age of its owner, or of the pussy itself, was disgusting. It wasn't so strange, since the people performing in many areas hate their trades, nonetheless are very good at it, and he was very good attending women.

And what about the adventure of his marriage; why did he marry at all? Practically the same motives for choosing to be a gynecologist; he was trying to overcome that attraction about young boys or men. In addition, his bride to be, later his wife, was from a very rich family, and with a good private clinic practice and his professorship, although not a pauper, he wasn't as rich as he would be with the passage of the years. So he married himself an heiress.

The relationship of the new married couple went from lukewarm to cold, and was freezing cold by the end of their fifth anniversary. Having sex fell from once per month, to once in a while after the birth of their daughter, and stopped altogether after the third year. Bitterness was the word, they fought constantly, and in contrast to the majority of the fights most couples have, money wasn't the reason; the reason was, or so it seemed to, hatred for each other. If one asks oneself the reasons for this hatred, it is difficult to explain. It apparently was the sum of thousands of small things, with a prominent one, sex, or lack of it.

They had a beautiful baby girl; they had money enough to live comfortably and improving substantially with each passing year; the wife has money of her own, and liberty to use it as she wanted. They had the liberty to be with whom each would like, only keeping up the social and family appearances. They went together to family gatherings and social events, always with smiling faces and naturally joking and intermingling in conversations. The perfect couple; only their daughter knew the truth. Poor girl.

When the explosion came one day, ripping their tenuous family tissue, fate willed that twelve-year-old Moira was home and heard their very bitter discussion, with accusations and confessions between her parents this time that rocked her unstable world even more. She was accustomed to her parents' fights, knew that her parents didn't make love, and that her mother was unfaithful to her marriage wows.

She did know that her mother had lots of female friends, and it appeared so natural and even wonderful to her that at least one of her parents had friends and brought them home. But she heard things that late evening that she didn't understand at the moment, but later on, in the following months and years, she could understand all that her parents had thrown at each other in its immensity. The fragments of their verbal clashes she heard that night were particularly poisonous.

"...I don't want to talk about it anymore." It was her mother's voice. 

"Oh, you don't, do you." Her father's British clipped voice, "Why, do you think I don't know about your affair with your college roommate?"

"Well at least she gave me love and pleasure, more than I can say about you." 

"...&#..." her father's voice was unintelligible, "...you bitch, why did you marry me then?"

"No, why did you marry me?" she heard her mother retort.

"Not for your or your family's money, that's for sure." Her father's voice was enraged.

"No, that's for sure, and I admit it you never used my money, you have been a good provider," her mother's voice was sincere and appreciative; but she couldn't change what has been their rough and wounding way to communicate, "... except in the 'fucking' department."

"Well, at least I gave you a daughter," she heard her father say in an ironic tone.

"Yes that's truth, casualties are casualties; you luckily fucked me on one of my fertile days."

"Luck, my arse; that, my dear, wasn't by random or luck, I decided which days were best to get you pregnant so I could end with that torture."

Her mother's voice sounded shrill and incredulous, "You son of a bitch, what do you call torture?"

"Fucking you, my dear, fucking you and putting my dick inside your vagina; that's torture to me," her father's tone of voice was sarcastic and slightly mocking.

Moira wanted to stop listening as her parents bared their moral wretchedness, but she couldn't.

She didn't understand everything they were hurling at each other, but their words were forever etched in her mind so that she wouldn't forget them; ever. Their conversation, by the way, was continuing in the same tone.

"So fucking me was torture for you? And I say 'was' because the last time you put your sorry excuse of a penis in my pussy was a lifetime away, at least ten years ago, if I remember rightly."

"Yes, that may be so, but your pussy can't complain if I'm not wrong, as you had it well attended by your lady friends, and if I correctly remember your cries, your lady friend sometimes had a substantial fake penis inside you."

She could guess by her mother's shrill tone of voice that she was enraged, furious at her husband's indifferent assertions of her sexual practices and the powerlessness that caused her not to be able to attack him in the same way. He could be sexless and indifferent to her nude body that neither often saw until now; in fact they had separate bedrooms since shortly after Moira was born, but she hadn't the slightest bit of proof that her husband was philandering. She had to find what the weak point in his armor was; she wouldn't be in equal terms until then.

Dr. Geoffrey could see the fury, the anger, the spite, and his wife's overall wishes to return the diabolic blows. The good doctor then surprised his wife with a confession, a confession that was going to bring calm to the spirit of his wife with the remediation of their situation; but it would be a fatal blow to the image her daughter had of her father.

"I'm going to confess something to you that I should have done years ago, but I couldn't; I'm gay, I have never had sex with a guy, and please believe me if I tell you I agree with your pursuit of happiness, sexual relief, or whatever you call it..."

"But then why did you..." Now little Moira's mother was thunderstruck.

"I had repressed impulses and was excited at the sight of some boys when I was young. I was wrongly convinced something was wrong with me and I was adamant about curing what was wrong, that's why I went to the School of Medicine and specialized in gynecology, with the wrong assumption that I would start to like pussies after seeing and touching so many them."

"I don't understand the logic of that thinking..."

"Of course you don't, both genders think differently, and it's easier for you lesbians to..."

She was very upset; "Excuse me, I'm a bisexual woman and I still like a real penis from time to time; that I didn't look more for them was out of respect for you and our marriage wows."

"Oh, I'm sorry, and I really appreciate your way of thinking, but with each passing month, I realized I should have studied urology. That way I could have had as many cocks in my hands as I wanted every day, without society frowning at me or worse."

"Yes, but why did you marry me at all if you felt that way?" Her voice had a depressing tone; she felt as if her life had all been a lie, which, in fact, it had been.

"I married you for the same reasons, to try to cure myself with someone I liked and still do; you must know I love you as a sister or someone related by blood. I'm very fond of you and hope we could live a peaceful platonic marriage from now on."

"That's easy to say... it's been a lie for so long..."

Moira didn't want to keep listening to their voices and she ran out the house to the small gazebo in the garden with tears in her eyes, where her worried parents found her in the morning, with traces of so many tears on her face.

2

Moira's independence

Life changed in the Song household; the girl became more introverted and rebellious as her parents' relationship stabilized with some semblance of normalcy once they had cleared things between them, and she was growing up faster than usual. But Moira was living in a hell of a world inside her mind, one in which nothing seemed to be truth to her. She had observed her parent's behavior for months as a scientist observes guinea pigs in a laboratory. She was meticulously trying to unravel the truth.

After what she had heard her parents say that fateful night, she wasn't sure about anything she had learned from them; she wasn't sure about her parents who, by the way, acted as if nothing was wrong in their lives as always, as if they were the happiest of couples, but she knew they were acting. Her father was acting, when after a few drinks at a party with friends, his hand went down her mother's back until it reached her buttocks and gave them a pinch that made their friends and their wives think, 'Wow look, the rascal still can't keep his hands off his wife after so many years.

But he wasn't the only one acting, since when her mother felt the pinch, she would turn around and with the most loving and sensual voice, would give him a gentle slap in his hand and say, "Not here, my dear, wait to be home alone," or when she would go into a corner with another of her husband's friends' wives who was one of her mother's lovers to arrange an appointment to go out to eat during the week, Moira would think, "Yes, I'm sure you both would be eating a lot of pussy."

And so the world keeps spinning; life goes on without apparent change and Moira realized she was officially a woman when her sheets were bloodied one morning. Her relationships with her parents were so stressed that her mother only knew of the arrival of her menses when the laundress mentioned it; if her father knew, he didn't mention it.

With her hormonal development, Moira got, if that was possible, more rebellious when at home, sometimes unkempt, careless of her clothes, sometimes leaving her lingerie on the floor instead of the hamper when she bathed, or worse when she changed her underwear directly without bathing. What she didn't fail in was her studies; she was always in the top ten of her generation. So in between fights with her parents and periods of indifference where she generally didn't even greet them, she ended her high school years with flying colors and received her promotion in the proud presence of her parents at the ceremony. 

In a rare moment in which the family was gathered to eat one day in the middle of summer, prior to the beginning of the autumn university courses, Moira dropped two; no, I mean three bombs over the table.

"I want to tell the both of you a few things," her parents lay the cutlery on the table to hear what she had to say, since her talking or explaining herself to them wasn't a usual thing.

"First of all, I want to tell you that I know you are both homosexuals." You could hear a pin drop in the dining room. "I have known since I was twelve. You, Father, are gay by your own confession, and you, Mother, are not fully lesbian, you are bi, but you prefer women from my own observations. I also want to tell you that it doesn't concern me anymore, it's your life, and you live it as best you can."

"Second, I want to tell you that what is inherited is not stolen; I think maybe I'm a closet lesbian. I don't know since I've never been with a woman and I'm still a virgin, in fact, so until I taste a penis I declare myself as bisexual as my dear mother." The silence was deafening after this confession, her parents looked at each other, embarrassed and not knowing what to say.

"And third, I want to tell you that I have decided to enter Pre-Medical school, and I will specialize in gynecology after I take my Medical College Admission Test. I differ with you, Father; I like pussies and aim to love them if their owners let me."

Her father started stuttering, "...but you can't, I mean you, you...I oppose..." 

"You can't oppose anything, my dear father; I'm twenty, I have my own money, and I don't ask you or Mother for anything. You, nor Mother, didn't give me what you should have when I was a little girl so now that I'm an adult, I'll make my own decisions. But don't worry, I promise I'll come to you for advice in the future when I have a problem in my profession or some difficulty at Uni."

"But, Dear..." her mother was wordless for once.

"Good evening to both of you and enjoy your meal, I'll see you tomorrow."

Her life changed from that moment on; she wanted complete freedom from her parents while going to college, and for that, it was necessary to leave home and rent a place to live, either alone or with a roommate to share expenses. She found a two-room apartment near the campus that it was modern, a little expensive, and easy to go to classes. It was tastefully furnished with a kitchen with every utensil and appliance needed to make a good meal; it had a luxurious bath with shower and Jacuzzi, and the dining room connected through an archway to the living room that had large windows directly overlooking the park. 

She moved her clothes, books, and the most valuable of her personal belongings there as she was beginning her new life. Her mood changed and her personal appearance did as well; she now was an independent woman and would act as such, with responsibility, looking for new personal and, God willing, professional horizons.

She was a good-looking young woman, a few inches over average height, slim, with small breasts and long coltish legs. She was a good athlete who had excelled in long distance races where she tried to expunge her inner demons through the burning of energy and tiredness. Of course, the effort had molded her body, which although muscular, was very feminine.

Moira was about to begin her freshman year at the university campus she had chosen for a lot of reasons. It was located in the middle of a park area, and as she loved to run and exercise, she could do it every afternoon if she wished and the curriculum allowed. The gynecology department where Moira intended to major was said to be outstanding (couldn't be any less with her father on the faculty and teaching). Helping and treating the women's sickness in that area and bringing babies into the world was something she wanted to do for as long as she could remember, so she had figured long ago that she'd turn this inclination of hers into her profession. 

Moira had learned from her orientation packet that this school would assign a senior as a mentor to every freshman. That mentor would guide the new student to campus life, and be available for the duration of the first year of college to advise and give support to the freshman when needed.

3

College initiation

Valerie was a senior and was to be Moira's mentor. They breathed a sigh of relief the moment they laid eyes on each other. These two young women, one twenty, the other about to turn twenty-three, could see they would get along very nicely. They curiously said hello to each other, and Valerie suggested taking Moira out for a late morning breakfast at a joint she really liked. Moira saw that it was a classy place which was a good start, as Valerie could have taken her to some plastic fast food joint, which Moira hated. 

They talked and Valerie filled Moira in on where she was from and what college life had been like for her these last three years. Valerie already knew a bit about Moira from the material she got from the admissions office and for being whose daughter she was.

Moira, of course, being circumspect, and not one to be telling her intimacies, was reluctant to open up to Valerie on their first encounter. She first needed to better know who Valerie was as a person in reality, she would then see how much she could confide in this woman.

"Do you have a regular boyfriend?" Valerie asked Moira, out of nowhere.

"No, I don't," Moira replied a bit curtly, she didn't like too many personal questions "Hey, I'm starting college now, and it's a whole new scene. I want to meet and go out with new people; lovers will come when I'm good and ready."




Oh God, What Have We Done?



Valerie saw Moira was different, so she rapidly said, "I couldn't agree more; many students bring their relationships to college with them, and it rarely seems to work. Plus, someone as cute as you are won't have any trouble attracting suitors."

"Yeah, well thank you. You're pretty cute yourself, Valerie," Moira acknowledged. Valerie was tall and slender, an auburn-haired beauty with a picture perfect face and a sleek, graceful body. 

They sipped their coffee.

"What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?" Moira asked Valerie.

Valerie shifted in her chair a little and coughed.

"I'm sort of seeing someone now, actually living with them," Valerie said.

"Oh? That's nice, maybe I'll meet him someday," Moira said, as Valerie looked down and took another sip of her coffee.

"Maybe, yes."

"As for me," Moira continued, "I'm quiet and shy, so I'm just going to stay away from guys," and she took a bite of her Danish.

Valerie was a little frustrated. She had expected to know a few things about Moira after this breakfast of theirs, though she hasn't been able to be privy to any knowledge of Moira's sexual habits or interests.

"How about you, if you don't mind my asking?" Moira asked her mentor. Maybe she wouldn't be as brazen as this if she were just an ordinary eighteen year old freshman, but Moira was somewhat precocious for her age after having lived with her parents.

"Oh, I take care of myself, you know," Valerie confessed, surprised at how easy it was to 'fess up like this to a younger woman she hardly even knew.

They looked at each other and started laughing.

"Listen to us, the way we're talking!" Valerie said, rather amazed at their openness, their frankness about these intimate matters.

"Isn't that what a mentor is supposed to be for? To answer questions, all sorts of questions, we freshmen have," Moira said, with a giggle.

"Do you like to do anything special when you beat off?" Moira asked Valerie, then went deep red after the words had left her mouth, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."

"Don't worry, it's a natural curiosity; I look at dirty videos once in a while, but I mainly just fantasize. What about you?"

"Oh, I fantasize a lot, too," Moira told her, "And I sometimes like to look at myself in the mirror when I do it. I guess I must be a narcissist or something." That's what living with a mother like mine must've done to me, she thought.

"Did you ever get caught doing that? Beating off I mean," Moira asked her.

"Well yeah, my older brother once walked in on me doing it. I was so close that I didn't even hear him come to the door. He just stood there and watched me get myself off. Only afterwards did I look up and see him standing there."

"That must've been awkward."

"Yeah, it was, but then, looking down at his jeans, I could see he had himself a hardon, so it wasn't so bad."

Valerie took another sip of coffee. "You know, I don't share such intimacies with just any old freshman."

"I should hope not," Moira said, as they both laughed.

"What about you? Were you ever caught?" Valerie asked.

"Just my mom walked in on me once. I was very embarrassed too, but my mom was cool about it, saying it was natural and that she used to masturbate all the time when she was young."

The conversation was languishing after sharing confidences, so they decided to go for a walk around the campus. The waitress brought the bill and Valerie paid. She then suggested that they walk around the campus and Valerie would point out different spots of interest to Moira.

After a while, "And this is Greek Row," Valerie said, when they got to a street lined with old elm trees and big mansions which were now fraternity and sorority houses. Flags with the Greek alphabet letters were blowing in the wind.

"Greek Row, huh?" Moira said. "Just by chance, do they call it that because this is where you come to get fucked up the ass? Where coeds come to get corn-holed?"

Valerie laughed uproariously.

"I should've figured you'd know that meaning of 'Greek'," she said, "And it's funny you should mention that, because I have a little story to tell you, Moira."

They kept walking and a hundred feet up the tree-lined street and Valerie pointed a house out to Moira; a big, old Victorian building with sorority signs.

"I have heard from someone that they do a really kinky initiation for the new pledges over there," Valerie said, piquing Moira's interest.

"Oh yes? Tell me about it." 

"Well, it seems that there's a special room where they bring the new pledges in and make them take all their clothes off." Valerie had lowered her voice, even though there was no need to do that here on the street.

"The members of the sorority then all march in, naked, and each one has a dildo strapped to herself. They line all the naked pledges up, making them get down on the floor on elbows and knees. Each of the sorority sisters then makes her way down the line of pledges and fucks every one of them first in the cunt, then right up the ass, too. That's when they tell them they're now officially 'Greek,' when they have the first of those dildos buried up their butts, and those new pledges get corn-holed. Most of those pledges have never even been fucked in the ass until then. Some have never been fucked at all, they're still virgins."

Moira stared unbelievingly at Valerie as she heard this outrageous piece of campus gossip. Valerie was amazed at herself, amazed that she'd be sharing this with a freshman, one she hardly even knew, but there was something about Moira that made her want to open up.

"May I ask you a question, Valerie?"

"Yes, of course, Moira, what is it?"

Moira now seemed a little reluctant to ask a personal question and was about to dismiss it, when Valerie prodded her, "What is it, Moira?"

"Well, you're a senior and you were a freshman once, did you pledge to a sorority?"

Valerie looked at Moira, trying to guess her thoughts, "No, I never did."

"Wow!" Moira said, "That's really something. I'd never join a sorority; that just isn't my thing, but this initiation sure sounds pretty wild. It almost makes you want to pledge."

Valerie looked at Moira with intrigued eyes.

"It'd almost want to make you pledge, huh?" Valerie said, probing.

"Yeah, almost, sure seems like it could be fun if you're into it," Moira said.

"Are you bisexual by any chance?" Valerie thought she'd ask, risking; Moira sure seems like she wanted to keep her secrets.

"I am, as a matter of fact," Moira said, looking Valerie straight in the eye, a frank and meaningful look. "What about you, you are, aren't you?"

"Yep, I am too," Valerie said.

"Then that's another thing we have in common," Moira said, with a sassy smile. "We both masturbate and we're bisexual."

"Hummm hum," Valerie purred, "Very interesting, don't you think?"

They walked a little longer in silence, then Valerie turned to Moira.

"I told you I don't live in the dorms," she said. "I and my roommate got ourselves an apartment at the end of last semester. Where we are is just about a block from here; feel like going over there and seeing it?"

"Sure, if you promise me to go to my apartment. I don't live in the dorms either," Moira said, looking straight into Valerie's eyes. "The difference is that I don't have a roommate," and as an afterthought, "Maybe I can even excuse myself and use your bathroom to finally beat off like I've been wanting to all morning."

Valerie laughed, loving Moira's apparent uninhibited frankness.

"Hey, you don't have to lock yourself in the bathroom if you want to beat off," she joked, taking hold of Moira's elbow. "In fact, you don't have to beat off at all. I can think of better ways for you to get off, if that's what you feel like doing."

"Really" Moira smiled, knowing exactly what Valerie was hinting at. "That sounds very interesting indeed."

They were inside Valerie's apartment a few minutes later. Valerie turned to Moira the moment the door was closed, and the two of them wrapped their arms around each other, pressing their bodies close, looking into each other's burning eyes.

A sudden panic attack left Moira paralyzed, then she began to tremble, feel butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and experience tightness in the chest like a heart attack.

Valerie went berserk with fright, not knowing what the hell was happening to her ward. She didn't know what to do so, she went to the kitchen for a glass of water; Moira drank it as if she were in the desert, and she began to recover her normal face color and cardiac rhythm a few minutes later. She asked Valerie to go with her to her apartment after a few minutes.

Once in Moira's apartment, Valerie asked her if she wanted company and Moira told her only for a few minutes. With a cup of tea in each of their hands, they chatted until Valerie asked Moira if she was sick and what the illness was. Moira, now a little more tranquil, told her she wasn't sick, that it was only that she was a virgin and had became shocked at what they were going to do. It was her first time, and she had been scared, but she assured Valerie that she was going to need a lot of tutoring in 'making love for the first time 101'. They laughed and Valerie left so Moira could get some rest.

4

First lesbian experience

The sound of her cell phone early next morning awoke Moira from a sound sleep and terrifying dream in which she was being raped by a dozen sorority girls with huge strap-on dildos. She was drenched in sweat, the bedding was on the floor, and her heart pounding like a runaway horse, when the ringing of the phone entered her subconscious and woke her from a nightmare.

It took her several seconds recognize where she was; everything was unfamiliar until she remembered that she was in her new apartment near the University. At the persistent ringing of the phone, she looked for it, and when she had it in her hand, she answered with a shaken voice, "Yes?"

"Is that you, Moira, did something happen, are you alright?"

"Val...Valerie? Yes, I'm alright. I had a bad dream that you got me out of with your call; what time is it, by the way?"

"Nine twenty five."

"Oh my God, almost nine thirty. Give me half an hour and let's meet for breakfast, okay Val? ... Yes, yesterday's place; my treat, bye Val, see you soon."

Moira got dressed faster than any other day before in her life, in part to get out the apartment where the nightmare was still present, in part because she was determined to lose her virginity today once and for all. 

Valerie was sitting by the window with a cup of coffee in her hands when Moira arrived at the classy place for breakfast, and upon seeing Moira, she got up and hugged her.

"Good morning, Moira, how are you feeling?"

"I'm tired, didn't sleep well, and to top it off, I was having an awful nightmare when you called, so I'm feeling like shit, as you can see."

"I was very concerned yesterday; never in my life have I had such an impact on a female," Valerie said, trying to lift Moira's mood.

"Oh you! We must follow up yesterday's mentoring," giggled a little recuperated Moira.

"Well, that's me; I specialize in mentoring young virgin bi girls, I'm at your disposal, my lady, what do you have in mind?"

"Well, if you don't mind I would like to go see your apartment again, yesterday was a failed tour."

Valerie couldn't believe her luck, Moira wanted to go at it again. She rapidly asked for and paid the bill, and taking Moira's hand, they ran like little girls to their rendezvous. 

They were inside Valerie's apartment again a few minutes later. Moira took Valerie in her arms the moment the door was closed, and they both wrapped their arms around each other, pressing their bodies close, looking into each other's burning eyes.

It was Moira who brought her lips to Valerie's this time, and the two kissed with an instant, scorching passion, their lips opening to let their hot breaths mix, while their tongues intertwined. There was a couch next to where they stood, and they fell back on it, their lips never parting, their hands now drifting all over, exploring each other's body.

They finally pulled their lips back to catch their breaths.

"I guess all that talk about masturbating and stuff yesterday had an effect, huh?" Valerie panted.

"Yes, and I'm sorry I reacted like a little girl yesterday," Moira said, sliding her hand under Valerie's skirt, up her thigh, caressing her mentor's legs.

"Don't worry about yesterday; today is a new day and we'll make the most of it." Valerie could feel that the crotch of her panties was thoroughly soaked!

"How about we undress?" Valerie breathlessly whispered.

"Let's," Moira said, impulsively sliding her fingers under the elastic of Valerie's drenched panty crotch, feeling her pussy as she had seen her mother doing to her lovers so many times.

Staring at each other, they quickly took their clothes off, keenly eyeing the exposed bodies. Moira had the figure of an athlete, slender and tall, with subtle curves and very modest, though exceptionally well-formed breasts. Valerie was built not much differently from Moira, though her hips were rounder and her breasts fuller, they both had stunning bodies. They knew it too, and were happy to expose themselves to each other like this.

They then fell back on the couch, naked, the smooth, one's warm skin pressing against the smooth, warm skin of the other. Fingers ran amok, drifted between legs, and grazed over stiffened nipples as they resumed their passionate kiss.

"I never thought this would be part of being a mentor," Valerie said, pulling back, and smiling at Moira.

"And I never expected to be mentored in quite this way. You must teach me how to be a good lover," she murmured in Valerie's ear.

She felt one of Valerie's fingers probing her down between her legs, inside her body just then; she followed the lead, and slid a finger up into Valerie's moist, creamy vagina as she did. 

Valerie suddenly pulled her lips from Moira's, and dropped her face to her breasts. Moira may have very modest breasts, but each was topped by a big, stiff nipple. Valerie wanted a taste of those nipples now, sensually licking and sucking them in turn as Moira played with Valerie's tits with one hand, while never letting up probing her cunt with the other. 

"What's your favorite number?" Valerie suddenly asked, with a sexy, knowing smile.

"Seven, why do you want to know?" Moira answered, not understanding what her favorite number had to do with sex.

"Not silly, I didn't mean that kind of number."

"Oh my, how naïve of me; my favorite number is definitely sixty-nine," Moira said, an excited smile lighting up her face.

"Here, stretch out on your back," Valerie told Moira, getting up off the couch and tossing the big cushions aside so that Moira would have more room.

Valerie then got on top of Moira and spread Moira's legs wide apart as she dropped her face between them. Moira looked up and gazed at a lovely panorama; Valerie's pussy was inches above her face.

"Feel free to do as you want!" Valerie said, looking back at her lover one more time.

Moira tentatively opened the pussy lips above her mouth and flicked them with the tip of her tongue, tasting the nectar flowing from them. She never expected it would taste so delicious, the pungent smell and spicy taste emanating from her outer lips like an aphrodisiac made her an addict to pussy forever.

And that's just what Valerie and Moira did. They both sixty-nined, dug into each other's pussy and enjoyed. Moira ran her tongue all over Valerie's pretty, damp vulva, then slid her twirling tongue inside, where she had been probing with her fingers just a few minutes before. Valerie was doing the same to Moira in a perfect act of reciprocity down below. Moira didn't really know what doing sixty-nine was like, but she liked it very much. She liked the way a pussy responded to her ministrations, and Valerie sure knew what Moira was doing to hers.

As she licked Valerie's pussy, Moira couldn't help staring at what was so vividly exposed right above that pussy; Valerie's pretty little anus. With all the earlier talk about 'Greek', the exposed wrinkled jewel was now deeply alluring to her, so she moved her tongue away from Valerie's vulva and brought it an inch higher, now licking her asshole, wondering what Valerie was thinking about that intimate caress.

"Oh my God, yes!" Valerie hissed, obviously enjoying the sensation of Moira's tongue pressing against her sphincter.

She wanted to reciprocate, but it was a little more difficult for her with Moira being below, but she took Moira's buttocks in her hands and managed to lift them a bit so she could wedge her face between Moira's buttocks, and once there, swirl the little star with the tip of her tongue.

They licked each other's anus at the same time as they fingered the other's cunt for the next few minutes.

"Mmmmm, I love Greek food," Valerie said, finally pulling away and bringing her lips back to Moira's pussy.

"Yes, me too, and now I know they serve real tasty Greek food at Chez Valerie. It's my first Greek, but it surely won't be the last" Moira said.

The pussy lapping was resumed in earnest, with quick trips to the clitoris, and Moira soon began to feel Valerie's thighs quiver against her cheeks. She could hear a deep, muffled moaning begin to rise from her chest and reverberate in her pussy. This told Moira that Valerie was close, and she too felt that she was close, very close. 

Both of them were suddenly panting and groaning, their sighs masked by the juices being absorbed by their lips pressed to the other's pussy, tongues wildly punishing clits, their two bodies trembling, and covered with a fine glaze of the sweat of arousal. 

Then came the thunder like explosion and their bodies reacted as if an electric storm had taken over their bodies. 

"Oh my God!!" Valerie cried, as her whole body shook in a sudden and intense orgasmic release, then immediately she brought her tongue back to Moira's swollen clit.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's it! There! There!" Moira panted, as she concentrated on her pleasure, then, like steam suddenly rising from a kettle that's come to a boil, an orgasm of the most exquisite intensity shook Moira to the rafters, her body convulsing wildly under Valerie's. She gradually, slowly came down from her orgasm, and as her mind drifted, as a revelation, she thought of her mother and understood her. A woman's touch is sublime.

As the spasms of Moira's climax continued for many more moments, Valerie whispered in amazement; "Oh wow! Am I that good or did you discover heaven?"

"Both," came the muffled voice, as her pussy was now suffocating Moira. 

Turning around, Valerie curled up against Moira. "Sorry to suffocate you, I didn't do it on purpose,"

"Are you sure?" asked a meowing Moira.

"You really got off, didn't you?" Valerie asked her. 

"You didn't do so badly yourself; I have my face full of your cum," Moira said, bringing her lips to Valerie's, to share each other's cream.

They dressed and relaxed, casually talking about their lives. They both felt even more open with each other now that they'd had sex. They were in the kitchen; Valerie had just brewed a fresh pot of coffee and was bringing it in to serve Moira when the door opened.

"Hi," said a cute, perky blonde, extremely surprised to see Moira there.

"Uh... hi, Ann..." Valerie a tad nervously said, then turned to Moira. "Moira, this is my roommate, Annabelle, and Annabelle, this is the freshman I'm mentoring, the one I told you I'd be meeting yesterday."

Well, I see you two have met," Annabelle, or 'Ann' as she preferred to be called said, with a strangely knowing smile which made Moira squirm a little.

She then walked off, and as Valerie followed her, she turned to Moira and said, "I just need to talk to Ann for a moment."




Oh God, What Have We Done?



Moira wondered. She remembered how the day before, when they were talking about boyfriends and experiences, Valerie had mentioned that she was living with someone, and she had talked about her roommate later. Were 'roommate' and 'lover' one and the same, Moira wondered, especially now that she knew Valerie was bisexual? But if they were lovers, why did Valerie bring Moira back here and make love to her? Was she fresh meat? She knew she was naïve, very naïve, but not so much as to blindly enter into any kind of relationship.

Valerie returned a minute later.

"You're probably wondering just who Annabelle is," she said, sitting down next to Moira. " I told you I was living with someone before, and later said that I had a roommate. Well, Ann's that someone. She's also kind of my girlfriend these days. I didn't dare tell you that she was a woman, because I didn't know you were...

"...bisexual," Moira said, completing the sentence for her.

"Yeah, that's right," Valerie continued. "We share this place, mess around, and stuff, me and Ann, but we're both free to go out with others if we want. We agreed upon that when we moved in together. Ann's a lesbian and she knows I'm bi. She knows I go out with guys, and I know she sees other women, so I told her that you and I had just made it. I knew it would be cool with her."

"Yes, but I don't think I'm cool with it; you see, I know it was pure and simple raw sex for you; I'm not a puritan, it was my first time but I also don't find promiscuity comfortable, so let's just you mentor me as the college wants, OK? Moira asked, with a smile.

And with a dismissive "I'll see you at school tomorrow" to Valerie," she went to her apartment.

5

Remembering a moment of rest

Moira was studying alone in the College library one afternoon. She was in her fourth year, at the end of her school career, and working as an intern in the hospital Emergency Room, with the classrooms, library, laboratories, and other areas where she spent the last four years behind her. She had reached her goal, despite her father having made it clear to the other professors that she wasn't to be given any preferential treatment for being his daughter.

Of course, should she need assistance after she was a doctor, she could obtain it from her father, a member of the faculty, although she'd rather not.

Valerie, her first year mentor, had tried to communicate with her the first few weeks after their first and only fuck session, and Moira's answer was always the same, "I'm busy and I'll see you some other day." She had put some distance between them; in fact she didn't have any further sexual contact with Valerie in the following years. That had been a one-time experience. 

As if from nowhere, her mind recalled her first group sex experience when she was ending her second year at college and she had felt the need to download stress and adrenaline from her body and mind, since running and other physical activities weren't fulfilling their function, and neither was masturbation, so she put the books and notepads aside, thinking that a night in town, a few drinks, dancing, and maybe a little sex would be the best remedy for her restlessness.

So, she took her car that evening and went alone to a city fifty miles from the university where there would be little risk of her being recognized. It had been wild, her wildest experience up to this day, and not one that she was anxious to repeat. From that experience she thought that love for her was a thing or two, softer, gentler, and taking as long as it was necessary. Woman love was about affection, attachment, endearment, passion, tenderness, kindliness, and love, much love,

So once in the city that night, she went to a bar that mostly catered to single females. It wasn't a hard women's only kind of place. There were a few man and woman couples, a scarce number of single men, and a big majority of women; some of the women were alone, nursing their drinks, others were couples, and there were several groups of them.

Moira asked the girl behind the bar for straight bourbon on the rocks, and curiously looked around. There were two young women, near their thirties, acting as if they were lovers in search of fun seated at a table near the little dance floor; one was a good-looking blonde with a nice bust daringly pushing the front of the tight blouse she wore so far open that could see the upper side of her breasts encased in a black bra and the cleavage between them. Her companion was using more severe attire, with a white business shirt closed to her neck under a navy blazer. She too appeared to have good breasts, but you couldn't say anything more about their bodies because they were covered by the table.

Moira turned in her stool after her visual tour of the room, and placing her elbows on the counter, she nursed her drink. She hadn't been more than five minutes before somebody sat on the stool next to her. She didn't move or turn her head; she just looked into the mirror behind the bar to see who was sitting beside her. She wasn't surprised to see that it was the big-breasted blonde seated with the tailored woman next to the dance floor.

"Hi," said a soft voice at her side, "I'm Kristen, and my companion at the table is Virginia; would you like to join us for drink?"

It was evident to Moira drinks weren't the only things in Kristen's and Virginia's minds; they were after new meat to play with, and it was just what Moira had been looking for, what she was prepared for tonight, a few drinks and lots of sex.

"Oh, that would be my pleasure, let's go," she demurely said and let the blonde walk in front of her so she could get a good look at her backside from her hair to her shoes. The other woman got up to shake hands with Moira as a greeting when they got to the table. She too, Moira observed, had a good body, less feminine than Kristen's, but maybe it was the severe tailored dress she wore.

"Hi, thanks for joining us, I'm Virginia, by the way, please sit down."

They asked for fresh drinks and Virginia proposed a toast 'To a new friendship' when the waitress put them on the table and they clicked glasses.

It seemed Virginia was the rooster of that couple in public, and Kristen had the good wife's papers. Virginia took the floor again, and was blunt and to the point, "We were observing you; we haven't seen you here before, and were wondering if you would like to join us for a little party later."

Moira considered how to answer and elected be as blunt and to the point as Virginia, "What kind of party would that be, a three-way party, a two-person party, or both?" It wasn't a sexual answer, but it had an implicit tone. Kristen reacted, giggling and sending Virginia a knowing gaze. 

For all her sophistication and maybe high standing job, it was clear Virginia wasn't used to not having the lead role, so she sent Kristen a murderous glance.

"Well...we're open to whichever you like; we're spouses and like to be together, but if your preferences go in one or the other way, we can accommodate that."

Moira elected to enjoy herself a little before agreeing to the party, whatever form it took, since she was ready for and wanting anything tonight. "Excuse me, but you surmise that I want to party, and I didn't say nothing about going to a lesbian party, although that's what the party is about, isn't it?"

Both women had an astonished look on their faces; surely this was the first time their well-rehearsed little performance had been contested. They looked each other obviously not knowing how to react and wondering if they had been wrong in the selection of a new partner.

Moira decided to relieve them of their doubt and accept; she didn't want the joke to create discomfort between them. "Oh boy, forget my question, girls; it was a little joke, and yes, I would be delighted to go partying with both of you. Be glad, you would be my first, no, not my first lesbian experience, my first three-way, and I want to enjoy it."

The couple laughed with Moira, their relief obvious as they gulped their drinks with alacrity, with so much alacrity that Kristen spilled part of her drink on her blouse, "Shall we go?" asked Kristen; it was she who was in a hurry this time. Moira followed them in a taxi, leaving her car in a parking lot. Her many nights in the ER at the public hospital had taught her alcohol and cars aren't a good mixture.

Once in their apartment, Kristen disappeared through a door Moira supposed was the bedroom, and they heard her voice seconds later, "I'm gonna take a shower," she announced, peeking in. "I feel all funky and stuff, then I'll come join you guys."

Virginia took her blazer and shoes off, and Moira could see she had a nice body too, her legs a little more muscular than Kristen's, but not bad at all. To break the awkward silence, Virginia told Moira that she was a lawyer in a good downtown firm, that Kristen was her wife who kept house for her. She was a soccer mom with no children, something they were going to change; both wanted a couple kids of their own by adoption or artificial insemination. "And what about you do you; do you work or study?"

"I'm a townie; I work in a beauty shop. I do nails," Moira told Virginia. I had to drop out of high school and get a job to help support my younger brothers and sisters."

Moira realized how badly she needed to take a piss a few minutes after Kristen began to shower. She'd needed to pee since they'd left that joint, but since the sparks began to fly so fast once they got to the couples' table, Moira never had a chance to relieve herself. She was now reminded just how much she need to go. 

"I need to take a piss awful bad," she said to Virginia, "Is there another bathroom?"

"No," Virginia said, "But you can go in there. Kristen's in the shower and she usually takes a long time. You can go ahead and pee with her in there."

"You think she wouldn't mind?" Moira asked, standing up.

"No she won't, go pee," Virginia said, waving her on.

So Moira went inside on unsteady feet, dropped her jeans and panties to her ankles, planted herself on the toilet seat, and started to pee.

Kristen suddenly turned off the shower just as she began to urinate, pulled the curtain aside, and stepped out of the tub, naked and dripping wet. The first thing she saw, naturally, was their new conquest sitting there, relieving her bladder, and what greeted Moira's eyes was the smooth, pale, and very wet body of this freshly cleansed blonde lesbian wife.

"Oops, I didn't know you were in here," Kristen said, grabbing a towel and staring to dry herself off.

"I'm sorry, but I just couldn't wait," Moira explained, "All those drinks..."

"That's okay, you just go ahead and piss," Kristen said, looking down to where a strong stream of urine was leaving Moira's bush. Moira didn't make any move to conceal what she was doing while Kristen unabashedly stared right down at it. They just gazed at each other, one pissing, and the other drying herself off.

Down to just a trickle, Moira clumped up some toilet paper and reached between her legs to dry herself off.

"Hi there, you two," Virginia said, sauntering into the bathroom to join them and have a look herself. "Is everything Ok?" The door to the bathroom had been left wide open. The two spouses watched Moira finish wiping herself off before she pulled her panties and jeans up, and zipped up.

"Say?" Kristen stepped up to Moira, "Now that you've wiped your pussy dry, maybe you can help me dry mine off?"

"Yeah," Virginia said, "Kristen always likes it when I help her dry off after she showers. Maybe you can do the honors today, Moira?"

"Maybe I can," Moira said, staring into the tall blonde's pale blue eyes, taking the big fluffy terrycloth towel from her hands. Moira was now learning something else, learning that she would like to share their bed.

Kristen had asked for help to dry her pussy off, so that's exactly where Moira started, working the towel between Kristen's legs as she spread her thighs to give Moira room, pushing her mound against the towel in Moira's hand. 

"Uh huh, yes, dry it off!" Kristen purred as Moira looked over at Virginia to see her reaction. She stood in the doorway with a very approving smile on her face. 

"Now let's get back here, shall we?" Moira asked, working the towel between Kristen's wet, pale buttocks.

"Ooh, yeah" Kristen excitedly purred, making no pretense that this was just an effort to help dry herself off after her shower, pushing back on Moira's hand as she worked some of the fluffy towel into her crack. Moira took her time drying off the blonde, finishing with her bottom, then bringing the towel up to dry off Kristen's big, firm breasts, which were bigger than Virginia's that were quite large themselves, and much bigger than Moira's own. 

"I think you're all nice and dry now," Moira finally said, hanging the towel up on a hook.

"Thanks for helping," Kristen said, staring Moira in the eyes with her big, blue ones, standing there totally naked, a vision of pure beauty.

Virginia now got behind her wife and reached around to cup her full breasts, running two fingertips across the erect nipples, as Moira and Kristen just stared at each other.

"You know, Kris," Virginia said, "I bet Moira over here has a really tasty pussy, and that she surely knows how to eat one, too."

"I'll take your bet!" Kristen shakily panted.

"Why don't we go into the bedroom? "Virginia asked, leading the naked Kristen there as Moira followed them.

Virginia pushed Kristen down on the bed and she immediately spread her legs wide. Virginia then knelt down on the rug in front of her wife and started to eat her pussy.

"Yeah, that's it! Uh huh," Kristen gasped, the moment she felt Virginia's tongue in her pussy. Moira just watched. She would've loved a taste of the sexy blonde for herself, of course, but she knew she couldn't until she was invited to do so. After all, Virginia occupied the position and she would act accordingly as with any other couple. Moira couldn't be exactly sure of what they did when there was a third woman present, so she figured she'd better follow Virginia's lead.

6

Some threesome

Virginia soon turned to Moira. "Feel like having some good pussy for yourself?" she asked.

"I'd love to!" Moira said, eagerly dropping to her knees next to Virginia to take over the muff diving tasks. She just stared at the blonde's pussy first. It was all pink and perfectly formed, nesting in a thick bush of golden curls. It glistened, both from arousal and from Virginia's enthusiastic tongue work, and the clit boldly stood there, begging for attention, and attend to it Moira did, bringing her tongue down to the exposed vulva. Kristen ran her excited fingers through Moira's hair, pressing her face down against her burning flesh, eager for the sweet, sensual contact.

"Go on, eat my wife's pussy" Valerie hissed in Moira's ear, thrilled to see this new found woman going down on her lover, a mere half an hour after they had left the bar premises

Moira loved this, as she'd never done it before, joining two or more sluts for a cunnilingus feast. One of the sorority girls liked to call these 'pussy parties'. 

"Oh, God, Oh yes, Oh shit" Kristen cried out, and Moira knew she definitively had her right on the edge. 

"Oh fuck! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, Ahhhh!!!!" she howled, her body quivering as though she were having a seizure or something. Moira finally pulled her face back, looking at the blonde in amazement, the explosive intensity of her orgasm a sight to behold, the sweet taste of Kristen's pussy on Moira's lips.

Kristen just lay there on the bed, naked and limp, panting to catch her breath. "Shit! That was really something else," Kristen said to Moira after a few minutes, as Virginia stood there with a big grin on her face, loving how this had all turned out. First, it was meeting the young woman in the bar, then her accepting the invitation to come up and visit, one which the three of them all knew well would quickly lead to sex, then the speed with which they quickly made it into a threesome.

Virginia and Moira were still dressed, while Kristen was naked. That was arousing somehow, for the two of them to be clothed while the blonde, freshly showered and just brought to a climax, luxuriated there in the splendor of her nudity.

Kristen had caught her breath and was now closely eyeing Moira, the young beauty who had first dried her off, then gotten her off so intensely. She wasn't prepared for just how beautiful Moira was. She just ran her eyes over the sleek and slender twenty some year old body, taking in all her charms.

While Kristen continued enjoying her intense orgasm with her eyes closed to the world, after nodding to Moira, Virginia and Moira had both undressed, keeping only their panties on. Kristen, opening her eyes, lowered her gaze to Moira's exposed feet, staring at them.

"Here, sit down on the bed," Kristen said, making room for Moira as she herself knelt on the rug. 

Then Kristen took hold of one of Moira's feet and lifted it.

"You have really gorgeous feet, did you know that?" Kristen asked.

As a matter of fact, Moira did know that. She'd received many compliments on those perfectly shaped feet of hers, topped off with the perfectly polished nails, and lacquered with a hue that was all the rage then. Her feet were so outstanding that she even had a few opportunities to parade them, generally on the beach.

"And you know how to do your nails, or did someone do them for you?"

"No, I did them myself. I do both nail manicures and pedicures, so I see plenty of feet. That's my job" she blatantly lied.

"Wow, they're great," Kristen said, holding the foot in her hand, sensually rubbing it with her fingers, staring at the perfectly trimmed and polished nails.

Moira now began to think that Kristen wasn't just appreciating her pretty, well-formed feet from the perspective of a pedicurist. She'd heard about foot fetishists, people who really got off on feet. Could Kristen have been one of these? Moira had never particularly thought about feet, her own or others', in a sexual way, but now that this blonde beauty was holding hers in her hand, staring at it, tenderly massaging it, Moira couldn't help feeling herself becoming aroused.

Kristen lifted the foot to her face.

"Mmmmm, such beautiful feet," she purred, gently kissing it all over as Virginia watched closely, that ever-approving smug smile on her face. Moira looked over at Virginia and smiled to her, thinking that it couldn't have been more perfect.

Kristen began to lick Moira's foot after a few moments, starting with the ankle, and working her way to the sole, finally making her way to her toes, licking them one by one. 

"Kristen has a thing for pretty female feet," Virginia said to Moira, as if she didn't know. Moira had noticed that Virginia herself had well cared lovely feet. So she imagined that her hostess had those feet of hers eagerly tended to by this fetishist lover of hers many times. 

Then Kristen began again to suck her toes, each one in turn, slowly and sensually, looking Moira straight in the eye as she went down on her toes. When she was finished with one foot, she lifted the other to her face and repeated the process.

Down on her knees, licking her feet and sucking her toes, Moira figured Kristen had a submissive edge to her. She knew several women she'd attended to at the hospital with had such an edge. And Moira, with a bit of a dominant streak herself, appreciated such slavish devotion now and then.

"So you like sucking on my toes, huh?" she said.

"Yes, I love it!" Kristen breathlessly panted.

Moira now slowly dragged her foot down from Kristen's face, down her neck, to her breasts, as Kristen panted with increasing excitement. Virginia sat next to Moira, closely watching all this as Moira took one of Kristen's stiff nipples between two toes and pinched it.




Oh God, You Feel So Good!



She told me that she had a few minutes left on her lunch break .... what else were we going to do?

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