1 comments/ 63274 views/ 10 favorites Strawberries & Cream By: Rummy-the-Diva My name is Victoria Hoffman and I am a happily married, 33 year old, straight female. My story begins one night while my husband Josh and I are getting ready to go to a cocktail party. Jack is an old college buddy of my husbands and tonight will be the first time I am to meet him and his wife Trish. I put on my short red, strapless dress and my black high heels. I opted for no pantyhose because it was still warm outside. I piled my long blond curls on top of my head and left a few down to trail across my bare shoulders. While looking at myself in the mirror, Josh came up behind me. He whispered in my ear, “You are going to make every man at the party hard as a rock as soon as you strut into the room. I feel so lucky that I am the one who gets to take you home and fuck you ‘til dawn.” He softly runs his fingertips over my hardening nipples. I tell him if we don’t leave now we will never make it. He laughs and we head out the door. When we arrive at Jack and Trish’s the party is in full swing. Everyone has a drink in his or her hand and there is barely room to walk. Jack comes over and Josh introduces us. He takes my hand and lightly brushes it with his lips. I am a little startled, but smile graciously. At his side is the most stunning redhead I have ever seen. He introduces Trish to us and leads Josh off to a corner where a bunch of men are discussing their latest business losses and gains. Great! Just what I wanted, to be abandoned in this sea of nameless faces. I smile nervously at Trish, trying not to show my anger and disappointment towards my husband. She warmly returns my smile and offers to lead the way to the food table. I can’t get over how beautiful she. Her hair is curly, like mine, but she wears hers down freely. She is wearing a simple, yet elegant black, silk pantsuit but underneath the partially open jacket I could see her very bra-less breasts. The jacket covered them, but if she moved just right your eyes could have their fill of them. By now we were standing shoulder to shoulder at the buffet table, chatting like old schoolmates. The trouble was she kept bushing her arm across my breast while reaching for the food and I was confused at the reaction my body was having to her. I kept telling myself that it was just an accident but the way she kept glancing at me sideways, I felt like she was undressing me with her eyes. I blushed and looked down at her plate, trying to think of something to say. Strange, the only thing on her plate was a mound of delicious looking strawberries and a saucer overflowing with freshly whipped cream. When I asked her if that’s all she was having she took a strawberry, dipped it in the cream and slowly took a bite, her eyes never leaving mine. “I just can’t seem to get enough of this stuff.” She said, in a husky tone. By now I am totally freaking out. Is she coming on to me, or is it my imagination. Suddenly, I am not very hungry and I ask her where the ladies room is. With plate in hand, she leads the way, only it is occupied and there is a line forming. She then says that there is another bathroom upstairs in the master bedroom if I can’t wait. I can’t. So, I follow her up the stairs, my knees weak, and my hands sweaty. I have no idea what’s going on, I just want to get into the privacy of the bathroom to pull myself together. She opens the door to the bedroom and lets me walk in ahead of her. I go directly to the bathroom and shut and lock the door. I am breathing heavy and I can’t believe that this woman, this stranger, is really getting to me. I shut my eyes and her smile flashes in my brain, and then the erotic image of her breasts beneath her jacket. I splash my face with cold water and pat it dry. I take a deep breath and open the bathroom door. The room is lit all around with candles and Trish is sitting on the edge of the bed with her plate of strawberries smiling at me. I can’t move. She puts her plate on the nightstand, gets up and moves toward me, slipping the jacket from her body. When she reaches me she takes my hand and puts it on her breast. It is soft and warm. She leans over and whispers in my ear, “I think you are lovely and I am going to seduce you.” I suck in my breath and start to shake my head no but she gently takes my head in her hands and kisses my mouth. The kiss is soft at first and then more eager as she slips her tongue inside. I melt like butter against her and that’s all the encouragement she needs. She leads me to the bed and tells me to sit down. She slips off her pants and not surprisingly she is not wearing underwear. Her pussy is shaved, like mine and I can see tiny drops of moisture on her protruding lips. She kneels in front of me and reaches up to let my hair down. She runs her fingers through it telling me how luscious it feels. She then pulls the top of my dress down to my waist, exposing my breasts. I can’t believe it, but I take her head and guide her hot mouth to my hard, aching nipples. She latches on and I can’t believe the sensation. I moan and she sucks harder while squeezing them with her hands. She tells me to lie down on the bed, which I quickly do. She lies down beside me and continues her luscious assault on my tits. I am in heaven. Slowly she starts to softly kiss her way down my stomach to my steaming pussy. By now it is so wet I can feel my juice on my thighs. She maneuvers between my legs and licks my inner thighs, stopping at the edge of my pussy. Then, with earnest she laps at my hot little hole, working her tongue in and then out, up to my throbbing clit and back down again. She keeps this up for quite some time, asking if I like it, does it feel good? I can only moan and push her face down for more. All of a sudden, she stops. I look down and she is reaching for a strawberry. She dips it in the cream and brings it down to my cunt. She rubs the cream all around my pussy lips with the strawberry. I am in shock but too turned on to care. Then she gently probes my wet hole with the fruit, pushing it almost all the way in and brings it out. It is covered in my wet desire. She slithers up my body and brings the pussy-drenched strawberry to my trembling lips. “Take a bite.” She says. She pushes the fruit against my lips and I open them. I suck it in and take a bite. She moans and puts the rest in her mouth. Then she kisses me. She is on top of me, rubbing her tits and her cunt against mine. The feeling is incredible. All of a sudden, I want her with a passion I didn’t know I had. I grabbed her head and stuck my tongue in her mouth. Then I grabbed her tits and took her hot nipples into my eager mouth. I sucked them, and licked them with the tip of my tongue. I blew on them and licked around her whole breast before I latched back on to her ripe buds. She was moaning and saying my name over and over. “I knew when I shook your hand Victoria that I would have you.” She moaned. “I saw you come in, in that red dress and I knew your pussy would be sweet and hot, I was right.” I rolled her over so that now I was on top. I let my hair fall across her breasts, back and forth. Then I moved down to her bald, little cunt. Her hips were grinding the air, waiting for my tongue. I licked the outer part of her lips, sucking on them one by one. Her clit was so hard that it stuck straight up and I pulled on it with my fingertips while I shoved my tongue in her hole. She tasted sweet and musky, nothing like I had imagined another woman would. She was bucking against my tongue like a cock, saying that I was going to make her cum. I took my tongue out and replaced it with two of my fingers while sucking on her clit. I fucked her with my hand and she came all over it. She immediately took my hand from her cunt and began to lick off her cum juice. This really turned me on. “Now it’s your turn.” She said. Instead of going down to my throbbing cunt, she positioned herself so that her left leg was under my right leg and our pussies were touching. She then began to slowly grind her cunt against mine. I nearly fainted it felt so wonderful. We worked up a rhythm and soon we were mashing our cunts together in a cumming frenzy. We collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty heap, our hands rubbing each other’s pussies softly. “Shouldn’t we get back to the party?” I asked? She assured me that her husband would keep Josh busy enough that I wouldn’t be missed. “What about you?” I asked. She told me that her and Jack had an “arrangement”. If she found another woman attractive, she would give him a special signal to let him know and he would leave her be. The only condition was that she tells him in detail later what happened. I couldn’t believe my ears! He let her seduce other women? Well, now I am glad that he does. Trish asks if I want to take a Jacuzzi with her. I say yes and she leads me into a room off of the bathroom. It is encased in glass and has a perfect view of the city. She says that we can see out but you can’t see in. We step into the swirling water and sit on the benches side by side. She tells me how wonderful I was and I thank her for introducing me to female lovemaking. She reaches over had cups my right breast in her hand. She fondles my nipple between her fingers and then takes it between her lips. She sucks it gently and I reach under the water and stick my finger in her pussy. She takes her mouth from my breast and kissing me she puts her finger in my pussy too. Soon we are pumping our fingers into each other’s cunts and kissing and sucking each other’s tongues. Just as I am about to cum again, Trish tells me to sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi. As I do, she kneels on the bench in the water and spreads my legs. She reaches for something on a small table behind me and when I see it I gasp. It was a huge rubber cock. She looked at me at put it in her mouth getting it all wet with her saliva. Then she said, “I am going to fuck you with my big cock and make your hot little pussy cum!"” All I could do was moan her name and watch. She gently rubbed the head against my hole, massaging it until it was wet with my juice. Then she inserted just the tip, it was really wide and it stretched my hole in a most pleasant way. She pulled the tip in and out three or four times. Then she reached up and took my right nipple between her fingers and shoved the rubber cock up my cunt. I cried out in pleasure and pain. I have never felt so full. She rammed it in and out while I watched. It looked so good going in and out of my pussy, glistening with my juices. “You like it when I fuck you with my cock baby?” She said. “Does it feel good as it slides in and out of your sweet cunt?” Then she leaned down and started sucking on my clit. Harder and harder she fucked me and I came so hard I almost passed out. I pulled her face up to mine and said, “I am having a dinner party at my house next weekend, do you want to cum?” I kissed her deeply and we got dressed and rejoined the party. I found my husband and he asked if I was having a good time. I just smiled and said, “I really like your friend’s wife, Trish. She is one attentive hostess.” Strawberries and Cream It was a warm night. Marie lay on her bed wearing only her bra and G-string. There was a knock at the door. “It’s open” she called. The door swung open and there he stood, a tall rugged man, biceps rippling from under his tan, his shirt was unbuttoned making him look even sexier. He strode over to the bed and gently swept her up, into his arms and guided her to the shower. As he turned the tap, he moved behind her. He rested his hands on her shoulders, moving her long blonde hair from her neck. He kissed the newly revealed skin lightly, his tongue tasting her saltiness. His lips continued to work over her neck and ear, sucking her earlobe in his mouth. He unhooked her bra, his strong fingers following the material round to her breasts as it slid of her shoulders. His hands resting on her heaving bosoms feeling their weight and softness before rolling Marie’s hardening nipples between his fingers, all the time kissing her neck and shoulders. “Oh Paul” she murmured, her head lulling back against his shoulder. Paul’s fingers continued to knead her breasts. Marie reached behind her massaging his stiffening cock through his shorts. They moaned simultaneously at each other’s touch. Paul slowly slid his hands back up to her shoulders and gently turned her towards him. His lips followed the curve of her jaw to her lips, kissing her fleetingly before lowering his mouth to her breasts. He nipped playfully at her skin before wrapping his lips around her right nipple. Sucking it gently into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. His hand massaged her left breast, squeezing it, before pulling at the nipple again. Marie pushed his shirt from his shoulders, scratching her nails down his back and back up to his head. Her fingers became entwined in his hair pulling his head against her breast till his teeth began to dig in. Paul continued to suck greedily at her breast, his fingers caressing her. His hands followed the contours of her body, down over her soft smooth stomach, to her g-string. His index finger traced the outline of her g-string down to the apex between her legs. He dipped his finger under the thin material, feeling the wetness on her outer lips, before pressing further and dipping between the folds. Marie moaned as he pulled the g-string from her, before releasing his cock from his shorts. They both stepped into the shower, the water cascading over their skin, sending new sensations through their bodies. Again Paul’s lips found her nipple. His mouth open collecting the water as it fell, as is if feeding from her. His finger again dipped into the folds of her sex, this time finding her hardening bud. He began to rub it back and forward slowly, increasing speed slightly with each movement. Paul kissed down her body, licking at the water as it trickled down to her clit. He moved the finger further down her slit, sliding it easily inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness. She gasped as his fingers delved inside her working in and out. His mouth continued it’s journey until herreached her button, taking it into his mouth and sucking. He pulled at her clit with his teeth, and between his lips, in time to the movements of his fingers. Marie gasped in ecstasy at the contrasting feelings of Paul’s mouth and fingers and the water raining against her breasts. Paul moved his fingers from her and sucked them, tasting her sweet juices before diving his tongue inside her, lapping at her. His finger flicking over her bud as his tongue delved deeper inside her. He licked all the way up her slit and once again wrapped his lips around her clit, his fingers returning to her wet inviting pussy. She could feel herself building towards orgasm, her legs barely holding her. Just as she was about to cum, he withdrew his fingers and released her clit. She cried out at the depravation, as he shut off the water and scooped her into his arms. Paul laid her on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. He leant forward his chest lightly brushing against hers as he kissed her. His tongue parting her lips, dancing with her tongue. She responded passionately, pulling him against her. Marie could feel his hardness press against her mound. Her fingers slid down his back, squeezing his arse cheeks, before sliding a hand between their bodies and wrapping it around his cock. Her hand squeezed the shaft before slowly pumping it back and forward. Paul moaned into their kiss. Again Marie found herself building for orgasm as she pressed the head of his cock against her clit while she stroked him. “I need you,” she whispered, through heavy breathing. Paul continued to kiss her as he lined his rod with her pussy. Slowly he penetrated her, every ounce of him causing orgasms to rip through her body again and again. He withdrew from her and re-entered her as she came, her body shaking beneath him. His speed began to increase, pulling himself further up her body as he thrust into her, so his pelvic bone would meet her clit. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her, her hips bucking up to collide with his thrusts. She dug her nails into him as he continued to pound into her. He began to grunt and groan within his throat. Sensing his impending climax, she reached a hand down to his arse, sliding a finger between the cheeks, rubbing back and forward, her finger edging closer to his puckered hole. He thrust deep into her as her finger pressed against his opening and grunted loudly as he shot his load into her. “Ohhhhhhhhh…….. God, yesssss…… baby,” he cried out as he finished emptying into her. The next morning Marie woke to find Paul still asleep. She watched him for a while, softly stroking his ruffled hair. Once again she thanked God for sending such a handsome, caring soul to her. A smile came across her face as she reminisced about the previous nights happenings and decided it was time to return the favour... Marie slipped out of bed and into the kitchen to retrieve the cream, honey and strawberries from the fridge. As she returned to the bedroom, she found Paul had rolled onto his back exposing his naked body. Carefully she mixed the cream and honey together, before dipping strawberry into the mixture. With the strawberry she painted a stripe down his chest. The coldness woke him with a start, but soon relaxed as his eyes settled on Marie’s naked body. Marie painted another line, joining his nipples with the cream mix. She then proceeded to lick it from, her tongue flicking rapidly over both nipples as she lapped up the sweetness. Marie offered the strawberry to Paul, who took a bite and then used the rest to apply dobs of cream to her nipples. He sucked at her nipples, his teeth biting them, pulling them. Marie began to stroke his cock, running her fingers lightly over the shaft, her grip tightening around it as it became harder. When he was fully aroused Marie scooped cream onto another strawberry and trailed it down his stomach to his cock, and applied another dollop onto the head. Kneeling beside him she licked down the creamy honey trail. Her ruby red lips parted as her tongue darted out to remove the cream from his cock. She licked the head clean. Taking the shaft in her hand she began to stroke it back and forward while her other hand massaged his balls. She kissed the head of his cock and slowly parted her lips over it, sucking it into the warmth of her mouth. Paul groaned loudly as he watched his cock disappear into her mouth. She continued to stroke him in time with the movements of her mouth on his shaft. Her tongue swirled and flicked over the head rapidly, tasting his precum. Her fingers still pulling and squeezing his balls. She reached out a finger from the grasp of his balls and began stroking down to his arse. Her mouth and hand moving ever faster on his cock, the head hitting the back of her throat as she took him deeper inside of her. Marie felt his balls tightening and pressed her finger into the puckered hole of his arse as she sucked him harder than before. Paul exploded in her mouth, shooting into her throat. Marie swallowed as much as she could but could not help having some spill from her mouth and down her chin. She cleaned his cock so there was not a drop in sight. She sat up and scooped the cum from her chin and sucked it off her finger seductively. “Just wait till you see what I have in mind for breakfast” she winked at him as she got of the bed and headed for the kitchen. Strawberries and Cream This story is a collaboration with a new friend I met on Literotica. Due to personal reasons, he could no longer contribute to the site. After reading all of the delightful stories of iraussieguy, I couldn't resist working with him on this story. I hope you enjoy it. The symphony ended and the audience in the concert hall erupted with a standing ovation for the orchestra and the new pianist, Sarah Henderson. It was Sarah's first concert with the world famous orchestra and the eighteen-year-old had not made a mistake playing the difficult symphony. Margaret Atkins, Sarah's piano teacher for the past five years, sat in the back row of the hall blinking back tears of joy. She stood and watched the conductor taking a bow with Sarah at his side and smiled as her student was presented with a large bouquet of flowers. As the applause continued, Margaret, content that her protégé was fulfilling her wonderful talent, slipped out the nearest exit and walked to the car park. As Margaret drove to her home in the suburbs she recalled the freckle faced young teenager that had first sat at her piano five years previous. At that age Sarah would much rather have been playing tennis or basketball with her friends and her concentration was erratic during most lessons. At the insistence of Valerie, Sarah's mother, Margaret persisted with her student and slowly but surely Sarah's talent came to the surface. First prize for piano at many competitions increased Sarah's enthusiasm and she studied hard under Margaret's firm but fair tutelage. Margaret was well known in the city's music community and had a deserved high reputation as an excellent teacher. At thirty-four she lived alone in a large old home that was given to her by her parents when they moved to a retirement village. Margaret's pupils and their parents knew nothing of her preference for girls as her sexual partner. She kept strictly to her self-imposed rule of 'hands off' even though attracted to some of her older students. If Margaret needed a male partner to take to an occasion she went with Bruce, a trusted gay friend who helped maintain her 'straight' persona. The last two years of Sarah's lessons had been difficult for Margaret as her pupil developed into a very attractive young lady. Many times Margaret found herself staring at Sarah's body wishing she could take the student into her bedroom and devour her slim figure. A shiver ran through Margaret's body as she recalled her farewell to Sarah the previous evening. Sarah had just completed a flawless practice of her part in the symphony that she was going to perform so successfully the following evening. Margaret was overjoyed with Sarah's playing and enthusiastically assured the nervous young pianist that she would be a success at the recital. She laughed as Sarah insisted playing Chopsticks, her traditional 'wind down' tune before she left at the end of each lesson. "Remember your breathing sweetie," Margaret said as Sarah slipped on her jacket in preparation to go home. "I am very confident you will play wonderfully." Sarah looked up at Margaret and said, "Thanks for putting up with me all this time, you've been great, I would never had made it without you." She wrapped her arms around her teacher and they hugged each other as the end neared of their time together. "Mum's here." Sarah said, as the sound of a car horn outside broke their embrace. She stood on tiptoe and impulsively kissed Margaret full on the mouth. Although shocked by the sudden display of affection Margaret automatically returned and held the kiss for a little too long before breaking away and pushing Sarah towards the front door. "Good luck Sarah, I'll see you tomorrow night." Margaret said as she fumbled with the latch. "Thanks Margaret, byeeeeee!" Sarah rushed out into the cool spring evening leaving her agitated teacher alone in the hall with her own thoughts. Had Sarah really kissed her? Did she just imagine it? Margaret knew she had wanted to kiss her young student for a few years, but had always resisted such impropriety. No, she was sure she had been lovingly kissed, she could still taste the lipstick of Sarah on her own moist lips. Was it an innocent kiss born out of friendship? Was it simply a thank you for Margaret's guidance in these last five years or was there a deeper meaning? Not for the first time after a lesson with Sarah, the teacher walked straight to her bedroom where she lay down on the bed and masturbated while images of the sexy young girl and the kiss flowed through her mind. Margaret sighed at her memories as she steered the car into the driveway of her home, happy that the weekend was here but sad that she would be spending it alone. After a restless night Margaret spent most of Saturday outside in the vegetable patch of her back garden. Music, sex and gardening were her great passions and she completed her time outside by picking a bowl of ripe red strawberries. Back in her kitchen Margaret pulled the stems out and washed the strawberries, sprinkled them with castor sugar and placed them in the fridge. A long hot bath followed where she relaxed and eased her tired muscles in the perfumed water. She gazed at her body and was happy with the firm breasts, fairly flat tummy and long legs stretched out in the soapy water. Later she dressed in silk pajamas with a silk robe and set two vibrators and a tube of lube on the bedside table. With loving care she took two large fur coats from the wardrobe and placed them on the bed in readiness for her play later that night. Back in the kitchen Margaret watched the evening news on the small TV while she cooked and ate a small steak with salad. After the main course she spooned some strawberries into a dessert dish with a separate bowl of cream and opened a bottle of champagne. "To your success Sarah." Margaret said out loud as she raised her glass in a toast to her lovely pupil. A few minutes later Margaret cursed as the front door bell buzzed interrupting her dessert after only three delicious strawberries. Muttering to herself Margaret walked quietly to the front door and peaked through the spy-hole. Her heart jumped with the shock of seeing Sarah standing waiting with her arms full of flowers. "Sarah!" Margaret was thrilled as she opened the door. "What are you doing here?" "I was flooded with flowers last night and want you to have some." Sarah smiled as she moved into the hall. "After all I wouldn't have made it without you." "Oh thank you sweetie, what a lovely thought, come through to the kitchen and I'll find some vases." "Ohhhhhhh strawberries and champagne! What's the occasion?" Sarah asked as they entered the kitchen. "I picked the strawberries from my garden this afternoon." Margaret explained as she found vases for the flowers. "I was toasting your success last night when you rang the door bell. Would you like some? How long can you stay?" "Mum dropped me off on her way to see her sister, if she gets drunk as usual she will stay the night rather than drive home." Sarah said as she helped Margaret with the flowers. "So I'll get a taxi, or............." Margaret shivered at Sarah's unfinished sentence and after placing the vases of flowers around the house she poured a glass of champagne for her unexpected guest. "I love this material." Sarah said as she stroked the silk of Margaret's robe. "Silk is so sexy don't you think Margaret?" Margaret shivered at the touch of Sarah's hand on her arm. "Yes, I love to sleep in these pajamas, they cling like a second skin." The two girls sat close at the small round kitchen table dipping the strawberries in the cream and sipping on the cold champagne. They chatted about the previous evening and how well Sarah had played under the stress of her first performance with the orchestra. The champagne relaxed both the girls and they were soon chatting and giggling like schoolgirls. Sarah surprised Margaret when she dipped a strawberry in the cream and offered it to her teacher's lips. Margaret sucked the fruit into her mouth and smiled as she licked the cream from around her lips. Sarah giggled as Margaret repaid her in the same fashion and soon there was only one strawberry left in the bowl. "We'll have to share this." Sarah said with a smile as she picked up the strawberry, coated it with cream and placed it between her teeth. "Oh god." Margaret moaned as Sarah stood and moved so she held the last strawberry a couple of inches from the older girl's waiting lips. As the girl's lips touched, Sarah bit through the strawberry allowing half the creamy fruit to drop into Margaret's mouth. The young girl seemed very confident as she kissed her teacher's creamy lips before sitting back in the chair. Margaret's heart raced as she watched her pupil leering at her from across the table. Margaret no longer doubted that her student was coming on to her. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized that she would no longer have to conceal her affections for Sarah. In fact, Sarah had taken the first step into the horizon of their nebulous future. "Mmmmm that was very tasty," Sarah said as she looked suggestively at Margaret. "I wish you had some more." Margaret's mind was racing as she looked at the sexy eighteen year old sitting within touching distance. Over a full minute passed in silence until suddenly Margaret turned in her chair and opened the fridge door. Sarah's eyes opened wide as Margaret placed the bowl containing the balance of the strawberries on the table. No words were spoken as Margaret shut the fridge door and pulled her chair close to Sarah's. The older girl dipped a large strawberry in the cream, held it between her teeth and placed her lips on Sarah's. Sarah moaned as their lips touched and half the luscious fruit fell into her mouth. This time the kiss was longer and more intense as Margaret relaxed and allowed her pent up lust for the younger girl to run free. "I've dreamed of this for so long." Sarah sighed as she placed another creamy strawberry between her teeth and offered it to Margaret. "Not as long as I have darling." Margaret purred as she opened her mouth and accepted the strawberry in another long kiss. The girls shared some more strawberries in the same fashion, kissing and licking the drips of cream from each other's chin and neck. In between the strawberries they held the champagne glasses at each other's mouths, giggling as the other sipped on the refreshing liquid. "Whew, just a sec, I'm getting hot." Sarah said as she pulled the woolen pullover off over her head. "You're getting me hot honey." Margaret replied as she gazed at Sarah's hard little nipples poking against the tight white tee shirt. The remaining strawberries soon disappeared as the turned on girls kissed and licked the last of the delicious fruit. "Oh now they're all gone." Sarah said as she gazed directly into Margaret's eyes. "I love kissing you, do we need an excuse to kiss again?" Margaret's reply was wrap her arms around her young friend and guide Sarah's lips to her own. The teacher kissed her ex-student deeply, a mind blowing tongue twisting kiss that Sarah hoped would never end. As they finally they broke Margaret stood, held out a hand to Sarah and said, "Come with me darling and bring your champagne with you." Hand in hand Margaret led Sarah to the music room at the front of the large house. She sat on the wide stool in front of the grand piano and patted the seat for Sarah to side close beside her. To Sarah's surprise Margaret placed her champagne glass on top of the piano. "A glass on the piano Margaret? That is breaking the rules, you told me that liquids and musical instruments don't mix well together." "We are breaking lots of my rules tonight sweetie." Margaret smiled as she snuggled close. "I had a rule never to get involved with a student or parent, and well..........." As Margaret's words faded Sarah snuggled close and kissed her teacher again. "You're not my music teacher now, but I am learning about duets tonight." She said with a giggle. "So now I want to play a duet with each of us using one hand only." Margaret said as she placed her right arm around her friend's back and slipped it under Sarah's tee shirt. Sarah shivered at the touch of Margaret's hand on her skin and followed suit as she hugged Margaret close with her left arm while her right hand played over the keys. "This is wonderful." Sarah purred. "What are we playing? Margaret laughed and commenced playing their old favorite, 'Chopsticks'. She started slowly and Sarah soon caught on to one-handed piano playing of the familiar fun piece of music. The girls sipped the champagne and exchanged lingering kisses each time they completed the tune. Margaret played the tune faster each time and they were laughing excitedly as they enjoyed the fun of playing together. "Oh damn, it's empty." Margaret said as she held up her glass. Sarah giggled as she looked at the small quantity of champagne left in her glass. She turned to Margaret, stood and poured the drink into her own mouth without swallowing. Showing confidence beyond her years Sarah reached out and grabbed a handful of her teacher's hair. As the young pianist pulled her head back Margaret moaned and opened her mouth. She closed her eyes as Sarah placed her lips over Margaret's and let the champagne flow into the older girl's mouth. The sound of Margaret swallowing was audible in the large room before they exchanged the longest and sexiest kiss of the evening. "Oh baby, that was so exciting." Margaret purred as she looked up at Sarah standing over her. "Having my hair pulled makes me so wet." "Mmmmm I'll remember that," Sarah said excitedly, "I want to touch and taste you, please can we............?" "Soon darling, soon." Margaret said as she rose to her feet and walked over to the CD player. She found a disc of classical music and selected the track that she wanted to play. As the first notes of 'Bolero' filled the room Margaret turned to face Sarah and slipped out of the silk robe. She loosened the two top buttons of her silk pajama top to display her cleavage and held her arms open to her wide-eyed young friend. "Come dance with me darling." Margaret whispered. Sarah rose from the piano stool as if hypnotized by her seductive partner and almost fell into Margaret's arms. This time Margaret took the lead as she held Sarah as a man would on a dance floor and they swayed slowly to Ravel's mesmerizing music. Margaret loved the power of Bolero and this fifteen minute version by Herbert Von Karajan was undoubtedly her favorite. They held each other closely and Sarah closed her eyes and rested her head on Margaret's shoulder as they danced on the polished timber floor. As the Bolero neared it's magnificent crescendo Margaret skillfully guided the younger girl from the music room. They shuffled and swayed to the music across the hall, into Margaret's bedroom and across to stand beside the fur covered bed. "Open your eyes sweetie." Margaret whispered as she eased Sarah away and kissed her forehead. "Oh my god, look at the furs." Sarah said excitedly. "They were my Mother's, I love to lie on them on my play nights." Margaret explained. "They feel so sensual against bare skin, let me show you." Margaret kissed Sarah again as her hands reached for the bottom of the younger girl's tee shirt. Sarah shivered as she raised her arms to allow Margaret to pull the shirt over her head. As Margaret knelt down on the floor she gazed at the small smooth breasts with the hard nipples and licked her lips in anticipation. Margaret's practiced fingers quickly loosened the belt and button that secured Sarah's jeans and pushed them down to the floor. Holding her teacher's shoulders Sarah steadied herself to allow Margaret to remove the pants and throw them across the floor. As Margaret stood she ran her fingertips up Sarah's legs, over the small floral-patterned panties and up her back. "Take my jamas off baby, but don't touch me yet." Margaret whispered the instruction as she stood with her arms by her side. Sarah shivered as her shaking hands reached out and unfastened the two remaining buttons of Margaret's silk pajama top. She carefully followed the direction as she bared her lover's firm breasts and slipped the top down off Margaret's shoulders. The young girl resisted the temptation to touch the hard nipples and followed Margaret's example by kneeling and pulling the pajama pants down to the floor. Sarah shuddered as Margaret grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her student's face to within an inch of her shaved pussy lips. "Breath deep Sarah baby, smell how turned on I am, imagine your tongue deep in the folds of my pussy." "Mmmmmm oh Margaret please..........." Margaret pulled Sarah's hair back and down so the young girl was looking up into her teacher's eyes. Margaret bent down and their lips met once again in a long sensual kiss. "Stand up baby." Margaret whispered as she let go of the handful of hair. Sarah eyes were shining with excitement as she stood before her sexy nude friend. Tentatively she reached for Margaret's breasts but had her arms held and placed by her side. "Uh uh baby, not yet, just stand still." Sarah shuddered as Margaret placed a hand on her tummy and slowly slid her fingers down and under the elastic of her panties. She moaned as the older girl's practiced fingers teased through the curly pubic hair and jumped as a single finger toyed along her damp slit. Margaret steadied Sarah from stepping backwards as she pushed the finger slowly between her labia and deep into the folds of the dripping pussy. "Are you a virgin baby?" Margaret whispered as her finger explored her lover's vagina. "Yesssss." Sarah admitted. "Please Miss Atkins, I want, ohhhhhhhh god!" Margaret smiled at Sarah's unconscious use of the original name she had called her teacher. She pulled her hand free of Sarah's panties and guided the trembling girl around until the back of her legs touched the bed. Sarah fell gratefully back onto the furs as Margaret grasped the panties and pulled them down the girl's legs. The older girl licked her lips in anticipation as she pushed Sarah further onto the bed and spread her legs wide apart. Sarah watched Margaret's breasts bounce as she jumped up onto the bed, kneel between her slim thighs and push the finger back into her pussy. Margaret looked down upon Sarah's quivering body as she inserted her finger into moist lips. While pressing her finger into Sarah, Margaret watched as Sarah's back arched and she ground her back into the soft fur underneath her petite body. Sarah's eye's closed tight as she let out a soft moan. Her legs quivered around Margaret. Margaret's finger speared in and out of Sarah. Twisting her playful finger around inside of Sarah, she touched the sensitive inner walls of Sarah's pussy. With virtually every stroke, Sarah squeaked out her fervent delight. Margaret was feeling the moisture and heat build up between her legs and felt droplets of her own dew forming at the lips of her vagina. Margaret added her middle finger in the overture of their lovemaking and stretched her young student's lips further apart. Sarah bellowed out an acute shriek which first alarmed Margaret, thinking she bit off more than she could chew, but Sarah's passions softened to the purrs of a happy kitty cat. Sarah's legs were lifting her arched body to meet with Margaret's ever moving fingertips. Margaret continued to stroke in and out of her new young lover. Her free hand had wandered up to Sarah's small, perfect breasts. Margaret gave Sarah's breast a hearty squeeze and Sarah burst out in a string of expletives. Margaret's adept fingertips found Sarah's nipple and rolled the pert nub between her fingers. Strawberries and Cream Sarah erupted in a litany of incomprehensible words as her body lunged beneath her music teacher. After a few impassionate moments, her body gradually soaked into the furs on the bed beneath her. Sarah shuddered in her spot and finally opened her eyes. Margaret lay between Sarah's slender thighs leaning her chin on her hands. Margaret's wicked smile spoke volumes as Sarah watched her music teacher virtually pounce into action. Margaret's long tongue found Sarah's raised strips of flesh between her delicate thighs. Margaret ran her tongue over both of Sarah's lips from bottom to top. Again, Margaret watched Sarah lean back into the furs, tuning out the world as she closed her eyes. The sounds emanating from her pupil were flattering to the music teacher's ears. Margaret reached under Sarah to grasp her tight and firm cheeks. Pulling the young woman tighter into her grasp, she feasted on her with the appetite of the starved. The curly pubic hair of Sarah tickled Margaret's nostrils and she wondered if Sarah would resist her sudden desire to shave her new lover. That would wait, of course, for she had many devious plans for Sarah. Margaret's lips sprung into action. Her fingers pried open Sarah's moist, sensitive lips of her labia opening her hood and revealing that tiny jewel at the roof of Sarah's pussy. Seeking out and finding Sarah's clit, Margaret engorged Sarah's clit in her sticky lips and suckled at the nub. Pulling it softly into her mouth, she savored the tastes of Sarah in her mouth and listened to the music of their passions. Sarah had obviously been waiting for this moment for a long time. She could no longer hold back another culminating orgasm. Sarah filled the room, and the house, with her cries of ecstasy. Her lower body squirmed in frenzy as Margaret laid her to rest on top of the furs. Margaret wasn't done yet. She had placed out two vibrators earlier in the evening for her own self amusement. She always did on her play nights. Margaret looked over at the toys on the nightstand beside the bed and then down at the girl curling up in the soft furs. She reached over for both of the toys. Margaret decided quickly she wouldn't be using them as she would on herself. Each would normally fill her labia and her anus with vibrating energies that would quickly unleash her unbridled screams. Margaret could show her mercy, however, and placed the larger of the two toys between Sarah's shaking legs. She painstakingly placed the vibrator against Sarah's lips. Margaret flicked the switch to on and Sarah's body stiffened yet again. Margaret held the smaller vibrator in her fingertips, a devilish grin crept across her face as that was turned on as well. She remembered her last play night and how much she drove herself to oblivion and beyond. Reaching down, Margaret glided the small vibrator over Sarah's pointy pink nipples and teased the aroused pleasure centers of the young girl. It didn't take long for Sarah to plunge into a series of orgasms. This time, Margaret was alarmed to witness the young woman spurt her nectar from her pussy. Satisfied with herself for the moment, Margaret scaled over Sarah's body tossing the toys off to the side. Sidling in between Sarah's legs, she lapped up the juices of her lover. Once Sarah's thighs and pussy had been painstakingly cleaned with Margaret's long tongue, the music teacher crawled up beside Sarah to cradle her in her arms. There they remained for a few resting minutes lost in their thoughts and yearnings. "I must phone Mum and leave a message in case she does get back from her sister's" Sarah said, "Unless of course you don't want me to stay the night?" Margaret's reply was to grab the phone off the bedside table and hand it to her lover. Sarah smiled and licked her lips as she punched the number. "Hi Mother dear, I'm staying the night at Margaret's so I'll see you in the morning sometime. I hope you had a good night, love ya, bye." "Answering machine?" Margaret asked as she replaced the phone. "Yep, I didn't really expect her to be home, she'll sleep it off at her sister's and get my message in the morning, all's cool my sweet." The two girls embraced and kissed again as they cuddled together on the soft furs. After a short rest and a giggling arm-in-arm visit to the bathroom they returned to stand beside Margaret's bed. "Kneel up for me on the bed please darling." Sarah said excitedly. "I want to please you so much, let me be wicked." Margaret looked intrigued at the younger girl's request but followed her request and knelt with her lovely arse pointing at the ceiling. Sarah followed suit and knelt beside Margaret as she licked her lips in anticipation. A shiver ran through Margaret's body as she felt Sarah's lips kissing lightly all over the smooth white buttocks. Slowly but surely the teasing kisses moved closer and closer to the crack separating the older girl's cheeks. "Ohhhhhhh Sarah!" Margaret cried as she felt her lover's tongue licking slowly down her crack towards her arse hole and pussy. Sarah paused and giggled, "We ate all the strawberries so let me try this rosebud." Margaret's body shivered violently as the tip of Sarah's tongue traced small circles around the music teacher's anus. The older girl loved anal play and was familiar with the feel of a small vibrator buzzing away in her back passage. Anal licking was something she had often dreamed about and now her naughty new sex partner was making those dreams come true. Margaret moaned loudly as the tip of Sarah's tongue found and played with the brown puckered orifice. She could feel another orgasm building deep in her soul as she thrust her arse at Sarah's mouth. "Oh this is so baaaaaad." Sarah gasped emotionally. "So baaaaad but I love it." "Keep going baby, oh I'm gonna cum again, keep going!" "Mmmmmmm." Sarah kissed Margaret's saliva covered anus then pushed her tongue back against the puckered hole. Margaret could picture the scene in her mind and silently promised to buy a video camera to record the next time the two girls got together. The room was filled with the sounds of both girls as Sarah's willing tongue brought Margaret to another mind-blowing climax. She screamed and collapsed down onto the bed, her body shuddering as Sarah continued to lick and kiss her arse. "Enough baby, enough." Margaret gasped as she reached back and attempted to push the young girl away. Sarah's answer was to smack Margaret hard on each buttock before once again before spreading the cheeks apart and burying her face in her teacher's arse crack. The young pianist was insatiable as she continued to kiss, lick and probe the older girl's anus with her tongue. Margaret recognized that it was futile to protest and abandoned herself to the rush of the next orgasm. "Uuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Margaret yelled loudly as her body arched before collapsing down onto the bed. Sarah pushed herself up and grinned as she watched her sexy teacher writhe and shake with pleasure. Her secret plans were successful beyond her wildest dreams. She had been correct in reading the longing in Margaret's eyes as her teacher had gazed at the young girl over the past few years. How many times had she caught Margaret looking at her student's breasts or her thighs when she wore the short shorts during summer? How many times had she wanted to fling her arms around Margaret's neck and kiss those luscious red lips? The piano study had become increasingly difficult as the longing had grown stronger and stronger to make love with her beautiful teacher. And now her patience had paid off as she reached out and stroked the damp back of her new lover. Eventually Margaret rolled over and looked up at her young lover. "Oh baby," she panted, "Where did you learn that? How did you know?" Sarah shook her head from side to side. "I didn't know if you would like it darling, I just knew I wanted to do that for you. And when you told me you had bathed before I arrived, well................." Sarah smiled and left the sentence unfinished, then laid and hugged her lover tightly. "You're so intuitive, Sarah. Many of my lovers have also loved when I've just came out of a bath'." Margaret just cuddled into her lover. "I think you liked something else I did when you tried to pull away from me, Maggie." Sarah giggled knowingly to herself. "Nobody has called me Maggie for many years, Sarah, but for you I will make an exception." "I think you wanted me to spank you more, didn't you? I felt you wanting more." "I did. Many of my lovers have taken matters into their own hands." Margaret admitted to herself she had always enjoyed not being on the upper hand. With that Margaret was forcefully flipped onto her tummy on the soft furs. Sarah instructed her music teacher not to move a muscle as she clambered over the bed. She had seen where Margaret hid her toys and wondered what sort of treasures could be found in that tickle trunk. Opening the oaken drawers of the nightstand, she found an assortment of easily recognizable tools of sordid passions. Some were mysterious to the somewhat innocent Sarah. But one item in particular caught Sarah's glance. The leather harness with the immense toy screwed into the front was lifted out of the nightstand as Sarah smirked at the already smiling Margaret. "Some women have used that on me in the past, Sarah." "I might like to put this on for you. And that hairbrush was amongst THOSE toys so I'm sure it's not usually used to brush your hair, Maggie." "No, it has another use, Sarah." "Close your eyes, Maggie." Margaret obediently clasped her eyelids shut. She stuffed her arms under her head and the pillow she rested upon. Wiggling to get comfortable on top of the soft fur coats, she waited in her own summoned darkness for her lover. Margaret could hear Sarah rustling about beside her. When she felt the bed move under her, Margaret knew that her lover was getting closer. Margaret's skin was crawling in anticipation of Sarah's touch. Margaret felt something cool touching her arse. She knew it was the wooden hairbrush Sarah had found earlier. Sarah was teasingly running the brush up and over Margaret's curvy bottom. Without warning, Sarah pulled back on the brush and let it land on the soft white flesh of Margaret's bottom. Over and over again, the brush came down on Margaret's arse with what was first very light spanks. Gradually, Sarah exhibited great might in her slaps on Margaret's cheeks. Careful to cover virtually every surface of Margaret's wiggling buns, Margaret was feeling the blood rush to her rear end. She felt the warmth grow in her cheeks, and the sauna between her legs, as Sarah continued to spank Margaret without uttering a word. Margaret ground her wet pussy into the fur-covered bed desperate to relieve some of her excitement. Sarah's relentless assault went on for what seemed like an eternity but actually only lasted about five minutes. When the wooden brush came to rest for the last time, Margaret remained silent. Her groans were stifled and she remained entirely still. Sarah shifted positions and Margaret could feel the younger woman move up behind her. Margaret felt her outstretched legs pried apart with Sarah's athletic legs. Easing them wider, Sarah climbed up close to her teacher resting down on Margaret's back. Margaret then felt the unforgettable feel of the large dildo in the leather harness rest in the crease of her arse. Sarah ground her hips into Margaret running the large toy up and down the slit of her bottom. Sarah took the locks of Margaret's mane of hair into one hand softly pulling back without excessive force. With that, Sarah knew that she could torment her lover no longer as Margaret screamed out pleading for more. Sarah eased the long black toy inside the pliant lips of Margaret's pussy. An inch at a time, she slowly invaded the love canal of her teacher. Sarah digested the sights and sounds unleashed in that perfect moment. As the toy was thrust deeper into Margaret, she wriggled with increasing defiance. Desiring to see her lover fucking her with abandon, Margaret opened her eyes to look up in the mirror. She watched for only a moment just to see her reddened arse as the black toy disappeared between her heart shaped cheeks. She looked up at Sarah's wicked smile desperately satisfied with what she was doing for her former music teacher. Margaret resorted to her own blindness as Sarah again tugged at her hair. After that Sarah's pace hastened inside Margaret filling and stretching her inner walls. She was getting so deep! Nobody had every made her feel this way before. Margaret felt herself reaching the brink. She felt her body shivering in anticipation of her orgasm. Sarah must have felt the impending rush too, and slowly eased herself out of Margaret. Margaret felt a flash of disappointment rush through her but that was quickly washed away with Sarah's unexpected next move. Sarah felt her arse cheeks being parted and Margaret knew what was going to happen next. Sarah eased the dildo lubricated in Margaret's juices inside her puckered rosebud. Although she was not harsh, Margaret braced herself as the strapon filled her tight ass. Inch by inch, the full length of the toy was urged into the quivering anus of her teacher. In no time, the entire toy rested inside Margaret. She could feel Sarah's hips resting on her warm arse. Margaret could feel Sarah gyrating her hips in little semi circles to add to the sensations of the dildo in her ass. Margaret could feel her body trying to reject the dildo. Then, she could hear Sarah giggle. When Sarah slowly eased the phalanx partially out of Margaret, Margaret's hands gripped up in fists. Her knuckles, had she looked, were white when Sarah plunged the toy deep into Margaret's arse again. Over and over she pulled in and plunged back to it's full depth. When Sarah reached under Margaret to tease her clit with one of her fingers, Margaret felt her orgasm rushing forth. It didn't take long for Margaret to cum like a wild woman bleating out squeals of excitement. Sarah pulled the dildo from Margaret's arse, rolled over and off of her lover. Removing the harness from her body, Sarah crawled up behind the quivering Margaret and held her firmly in her loving arms. After a particularly passionate wet kiss, they fell asleep in each other's arms. When Margaret woke up the next afternoon, Sarah was gone. Her blankets had been pulled up overtop of her. A single pink rose rested beside her on the bedside table. Part 2 The following Saturday Margaret decided to follow her usual routine of a long relaxing bath, dinner and a long sensual play session on the furs on her bed. The television news was showing as Margaret sadly picked at her meal while memories of her time with Sarah a week ago flowed through her head. Shivers ran through her body as she recalled the excitement of Sarah's insatiable tonguing of her teacher's pussy and arse hole. The sudden ringing of the telephone made her jump and reluctantly she reached for the hand-piece. "Margaret Atkins." "Hello Margaret it's Val Henderson here." "Hi Valerie, what a pleasant surprise." Margaret lied as she wondered why Sarah's Mother was phoning her. "I hope I'm not interrupting you." "No, no it's fine Valerie, how can I help you?" Margaret said as she repressed a sigh of annoyance. "Is Sarah ok?" "Yes Sarah's fine thanks. But I hope you wouldn't mind if I called in tonight for a chat?" Valerie asked. "I won't take up much of your time, but I don't want to talk about it on the phone." "Ah, yes, I guess it's ok, say in about thirty minutes?" Margaret said as she poked her tongue out at the phone. "Oh thank you Margaret, I'll see you soon, bye." "Shit." Margaret said after the line went dead. As the music teacher cleared away her few dinner dishes she wondered what Sarah's mother wanted to discuss. Margaret did not know Valerie well but she had a high regard for the single mother for the way she had raised Sarah without the help of a husband. Surely she had not found out that she and Sarah had shared and loved each other in the one bed last Saturday night? She tidied the kitchen then moved to her bedroom where she slipped her silk robe on over the sexy silk pajamas. With memories of Sarah in her mind the irritated teacher lay on the furs as she waited for Valerie to arrive. Finally Margaret heard a car door slam and walked to the front door to greet her unwelcome guest. "Valerie!" Margaret gasped in amazement as she opened the door, "Is that you?" Sarah's mother, carrying a bunch of roses and a bottle of champagne, giggled as she stepped into the entrance hall. "Yes Margaret, it's me, Val Henderson." The visitor said as she turned a full circle for Margaret's inspection. "Sarah insisted I dress better for the recital and unfortunately we missed seeing you last week." Margaret looked open-mouthed at Valerie's changed appearance. A smart modern outfit had replaced the previous shapeless and dowdy clothing. A tight fitting light blue blouse hugged her large breasts and topped a short dark blue skirt that stopped just above the knees. Dark stockings and high heels showed off Valerie's slim shapely legs that had previously always been hidden by slacks or jeans. A totally new short and sexy haircut accentuated the stunning makeup on Valerie's smiling face. "You like?" Valerie asked. "Wow, what a change, you look stunning!" Margaret's annoyance had completely disappeared and a shiver of excitement ran through her body. "Come into the kitchen and I'll attend the roses and the champagne. Have you heard from Sarah?" "Yes she phoned this afternoon." Valerie said as she followed Margaret to the kitchen. "They are playing in the Ballardigo Town Hall tonight and she is enjoying every minute." "She's a great kid Valerie," Margaret smiled as she set the roses in a vase of water. "You must be so proud of her." "Very much so, but only thanks to your persistence Margaret." Valerie replied as she popped the champagne and took two crystal flutes down from a shelf. "Will we drink this here?" "No, let's go into the living room." Margaret carried the vase of roses while Valerie followed with the bottle and glasses. After pouring the champagne the two girls sat on the old leather sofa and raised their glasses. "To Sarah's success." Margaret smiled as she thought of her favorite pupil. "Yes to Sarah." Valerie replied as they clinked glasses and sipped the delicious champagne. "So Valerie, what did you want to talk about." Margaret asked as her eyes lingered a little too long on her guest's exposed thighs. "Oh, please call me Val." Valerie paused and looked away as if unsure of how to continue. "Direct and to the point aren't you Margaret?" "Jut spit it out Val, it's the best way." Margaret encouraged. "Yes you're right." Valerie took a deep breath and continued. "Ok, as you know I was only eighteen when Sarah was born and her father ran away as soon as he heard I was pregnant." "Yes, you have done a wonderful job of bringing her up." Margaret said, "Sorry, I won't interrupt, please go on." "Sarah and I have always been very close and very honest with each other Margaret, and she told me all about what happened with you last weekend." "Oh shit." Margaret exclaimed with a look of fright on her face. "No, no, it's alright, I understand what happened and why." Val smiled reassuringly as she reached out and patted Margaret's left arm. "Sarah and I are like two pees in a pod, we think the same way and have the same likes and dislikes so I wasn't surprised when she confessed to me over a year ago that she was attracted to girls and had the hots for you." Margaret stayed silent, shaking her head from side to side in disbelief as her mind reacted to Val's words. Strawberries and Cream "You see Margaret," Val continued, "I've been attracted to girls for many years but never had the time or the courage to do anything about it, and I told Sarah this when she confessed last year. So it didn't surprise me when Sarah phoned and said she wouldn't be home last Saturday." "Wait a minute Val," Margaret interrupted, "You were home, not at your sisters?" "Yes, I heard Sarah leave the message," Val admitted, "I cried because I was so happy for her." "Wow, so is that it?" Margaret asked as her mind raced as to where this conversation was leading. Val took a large swig of her champagne and continued. "Ah no, there's more." She said as she took a deep breath. "Margaret, I don't know whether I should ask you this or not, but would you consider.............." The sentence was left unfinished as Val's voice faded away and she looked at the floor. "You want to go to bed with me?" The shock showed in Margaret question as she too swallowed a large mouthful of champagne. Val nodded, looked up at Margaret and whispered, "I've had these feelings for over twenty years, can you imagine how frustrating it has been? I go shopping and perv on other women, I look at lesbian sites on the computer, I've watched lesbian porn and movies. Margaret I need to touch and taste another woman so bad." Margaret reached out and held Val's hands in her own. "Hush, hush Val, I know exactly how you feel, and God knows, when you walked in tonight, you made me wet, instantly." "Really? You not joking with me?" "That's the truth Val. But what about Sarah? You'll have to tell her if we do anything, surely that will terribly upsetting for her?" Val reached out for her handbag on the coffee table, extracted an envelope and passed it to Margaret. "You recognize Sarah's writing?" She asked. "You can see it hasn't been opened." Margaret nodded as she turned the envelope over and saw 'Sealed with a lover's kiss' written in Sarah's familiar hand along the sealed section together with a large red lipstick kiss. With trembling hands the teacher opened the envelope and withdrew the single sheet of pink stationery. She opened the sheet to read, 'Dearest Miss Atkins, I will keep this note short. As you know by now I told Mother everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, about our time together last Saturday night. If you choose to pleasure Mother as you did me, you will have my undying gratitude. I know how great her need is to love another woman and I'm smiling as I write that you are the best teacher that a Henderson could ever wish for. Margaret I know that you and I could never have a permanent long-time relationship. Please make your decision about my Mother knowing that I will be so happy for both of you. Thanks again Margaret, you're the best, love Sarah.' Margaret sat and read Sarah's note for the second time as her mind whirled with the unexpected events of the evening. Still unsure of her decision she raised her eyes to see that Val had unbuttoned her blouse and was slipping it off her shoulders to reveal a small low-cut lace bra supporting her large breasts. "Please Margaret." Val pleaded as her arms reached behind her back to unclip the bra. Slowly the straps fell down her shoulders and arms to allow her breasts to swing free. Margaret unconsciously licked her lips as she gazed at the smooth milky white skin with the large dark nipples. Val's hands cupped each breast, holding them up and offering them to the aroused teacher. Any thoughts of denying Val her long-awaited fantasies disappeared as Margaret leant forward and sucked a hard nipple into her mouth. "Ohhhhhhh God!" Val cried as she held Margaret's head to her breast. Margaret opened her mouth wider, sucked in as much of the breast as possible and pressed her teeth into the soft white flesh. Val yelped in surprise at the sudden pain and let go her hold of Margaret's head. Margaret smiled at Val's reaction and said, "There, I've marked you, you're all mine now, no more pain baby, just pleasure for the rest of the night." Val looked down at the red teeth marks surrounding her nipple and moaned as she held up the unmarked breast and said, "Make it a pair Margaret." Margaret raised her eyebrows in surprise but opened her mouth wide and sucked the second breast between her teeth. Val winced as the teacher bit firmly into the skin leaving a similar mark, but this time as she let go of the nipple she pulled Val's head down and kissed her gently on the mouth. "Oh god, my first real kiss." Val moaned. "No, this is a real kiss." Margaret whispered as she placed her lips firmly on Val's, kissing her deeply and pushing her tongue between the overwhelmed Mother's teeth. As their lips parted Margaret stood and quickly slipped out of her robe and pajamas. Val gazed in awe at Margaret's shaven pussy as the teacher held out her hands to her new lover. Margaret confidently assisted Val from the sofa and unbuckled her belt allowing the short skirt to fall to the floor. "No panties you naughty girl." Margaret said with a smile as she admired the suspender belt and stockings on Val's shapely legs. "This will have to go." Margaret continued as her fingertips brushed her friend's thick pubic hair. Val shivered at Margaret's teasing touch. "Whatever you want, I'll do whatever you want." "Sit down on the floor sweetie and lean back against the sofa." Margaret licked her lips as she looked down on the nervously excited novice sitting on the floor at her feet. The sexy teacher's legs straddled Val's hips then her hands reached down and pushed her new lover's head back onto the cushion. With care Margaret placed her knees on the edge of the cushion either side of Val's head and rocked forward to lean her arms against the back of the sofa. Margaret's shaven pussy was now right above Val's trembling mouth and she moaned as the teacher slowly lowered her vagina to within an inch of the waiting lips. "Lick me, eat me darling." Margaret looked down and watched Val's tongue tentatively touch and softly lick the teacher's slit. For all the time she had refused herself this surrender to her base impulses, Val was gifted in the use of her tongue. Margaret wasn't closely watching Val, for she was in a world of her own, as her lover tasted her shaved pussy lips. Margaret felt Val's tongue roaming along the full length of her moist slit, all along the raised flaps of her pussy. She felt Val's tongue barely touching her lips on either side over and over again. She was teasing her! While Margaret loved the teases on her sensitive bare lips, she was feeling her sexual frustration build in her. Almost as if Val had read her thoughts, Margaret felt the tip of her tongue penetrate her. She knew that Val had now found out just how wet and warm the recesses of her womanhood were now. Margaret knew she could conceal her lust for Val no longer – not that she wanted to in the first place. Margaret's lips swelled and dripped as Val started to lunge her tongue inside of her new lover. She curled her tongue up into a circle and pierced her lips as deep as she could push it. Margaret felt Val's tongue running along her inner walls and felt a powerful urge building in her. Margaret felt her hands tighten their grasp on the sofa as she braced herself for the building passion in her body. Val's overture did not slow down. She reached behind Margaret gripping her arse cheeks pulling her closer to her face. Her tongue was pushing deeper in her and Margaret let out a soft moan in response. While Val's oral pleasures continued, Margaret felt a sudden slap on her bottom. Val had just spanked her. Margaret knew now that Sarah had told Val everything. She knew that Val was willing to indulge her at least a fraction of her desires. Her hips rocked faster as she hovered in front of Val. A rhythm was built, and a quick one, as she ground her pussy lips into Val's face. Margaret could resist her orgasm no longer. She felt the pressure building and when she reached the pinnacle of her satisfaction, she let loose a sharp groan and her lower body quaked in front of Val's face. Climbing down she smiled as she took Val into her arms and embraced her. Margaret leaned in and their lips met. After a few minutes of silent kissing and relaxing, Margaret took Val by the hand and leaded her to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and tested the water with her right hand. When Margaret was satisfied with the warmth, she brought Val into the cascading warm water. Margaret pinned Val against the back wall. Her right hand kneaded Val's large breast and then her nipple. Val had pushed her knee under Margaret to brace herself from falling in the slippery shower. Margaret positioned herself over that knee so that the two women moved into a butterfly form. Margaret started to grind herself into Val. The water and the warmth of the shower surrounded them. Margaret's roaming hands and her ever moving hips grinding her shaved pussy into Val filled the room with the music of their passions. Both women felt their labia's stretched and massaged with the womanhood of their partner. They whispered encouragement into each other's ears, a little gibberish and their desires for one another. Pushed to the brink, Val and Margaret reached their climaxes screaming out in satisfaction. As their lips fell upon one another, they collapsed in the base of the tub cradling each other in their arms. The water cascaded upon them as they lay entirely spent. Margaret reached over for the razor on the edge of the shower determined to live up to her earlier promise to Val. Reaching for a little bottle of cream she used to keep up her own clean shave, she lathered a little bit of the cream in her palms. Rubbing the lather into Val's curly public hair and covering ever surface, Margaret began to run the sharp razor over Val's inner thighs and close to her sensitive lips. Moments later, Margaret took Val's hand and ran it over her throbbing bald pussy and her clit. Val thanked Margaret – for everything. With that they got out of the tub, dried each other and went to the bedroom. Entirely exhausted, they collapsed naked in the bed falling asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, Valerie had prepared a sumptuous breakfast for Margaret. Loving every taste they shared, the lover's discussed their newfound passions for each another. One thing was certain, they didn't want to leave out Sarah. In fact, they planned that they would all get together the following weekend. But that may be another story. Strawberries and Cream Jimmy came in the front door, leaning against it to shut it, just resting there for a moment with a tired sigh. I could tell he'd had a rough day to round out his rough week; his salt-and-pepper hair bore the evidence of many frustrated finger combings. He dropped his laptop bag, just letting it stay where it landed, and his keys rattled in the ceramic bowl on the oak table in the foyer as he dropped them in. As I padded in my stocking feet down the entry hall towards him, he was in the process of loosening his tie. I worked the knot the rest of the way out, letting the ends dangle over his chest as I reached up to unbutton his top two buttons, standing on tiptoe to meet his lips with mine. "Welcome home, sweetheart," I said in between the nips I was taking on his luscious bottom lip. "Tell me about your day. I can look at you and tell it was a hard one." As Jimmy told me about the endless briefings and meetings, as well as the demands people were placing him on top of that, I worked on getting dinner on the table. Since I had something special planned for dessert, dinner was to be light – chicken and wild rice with baby portabellas, and spring green salads. A Chardonnay was breathing on the counter. I decided it could breathe a little bit longer as I stood in front of Jimmy just as he was finishing his account of his day. I traced a finger over his lips, looking up at him, knowing he could see my love for him in my eyes. The back of my hand caressed over his cheek, my fingertips brushing over his eyebrows before tunneling through his hair, smoothing with love the locks that had been mussed in frustration the better part of the afternoon. When my hand reached the back of his head, I gently pulled it down, bringing his lips to mine. Softly I kissed him, brushing my lips against his before applying just the slightest bit more pressure. As my pink tongue slipped out to tease his lips, a soft low moan escaped his lips, and I could feel his desire twitch against me through my thin silk skirt. His arms tightened around me as his tongue twined with mine, renewing that sense of oneness we always find with each other. This time it was my own moan that reverberated between our mouths as I pressed myself against him, rising up on tiptoes in my attempt to erase any distance that would separate us. After many long minutes, I stepped back, breaking the kiss. With a warm smile up at him, I said, "Dinner's gonna get cold. Will you pour the wine while I serve?" "Of course, sweetheart," Jimmy replied as he took the wine glasses out of the cabinet. The sounds of wine gurgling out of the bottle underscored the scrape of metal spoons against metal pans as we worked in tandem to get dinner on the table. Stealthily, Jimmy crept up behind me, and my mind barely had time to register his heat against my back before I felt a little of the slightly cool wine against that special spot on the back of my neck. A single drop started to ease down towards my back, but it didn't get far before his hot tongue captured it, following the trail the drop had taken, before his lips kissed where the wine had originated, gently sucking that one place that he knows makes me tremble in his arms. I rubbed my bottom against his rigid cock before slipping out of his arms with a teasing look over my shoulder. I placed the plates on the table, and Jimmy followed me over with the wine, groping my ass after he set my glass down beside my plate. As we ate dinner, I told him about my day, which had been emotionally charged, but not stressful. I'd spent three hours facilitating a family meeting of one of our patients, and I told him about their struggle to accept their loved one's terminal status and the tensions between them. Most people would hate my job, but walking beside people in this way always charges me and can energize me for hours. I knew the wine wouldn't calm me down very much, and Jimmy was in for some attention from his Lady who'd be going strong for quite a few more hours yet. After dinner, we cleared the dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher before retiring to the living room with our refilled glasses of wine. I shimmied out of my skirt, leaving myself wearing only the tank top I'd worn over it, a lace thong and stockings. From his spot on the sofa, Jimmy just looked up at me appreciatively as he continued to sip his wine. I sauntered over to him, leaning over to take his wine glass out of his hand. My breasts swayed under my shirt, giving him a clear view of the ample cleavage while leaving the tips still hidden from his view. Once his hands were empty, I started unbuttoning his shirt, slipping each button through its hole, kissing his furry chest as I exposed more and more of it to my heated gaze. I left his shirt on him, but open, and used my tongue to follow the intriguing line of hair down his chest and over his belly before the button of his trousers stopped my progress. Stepping back, I unfastened his pants, allowing the heel of my hand to rest briefly over his bulging fly, gently putting a little pressure on it, rubbing it in small circles. His zipper rasped down over his cock, and I could see the circle of moisture on his silk boxers, evidence of his desire. I pulled his pants off, pausing only long enough to place nibbling kisses along his shaft through the silk, feeling it jerk and throb under my lips. Reaching up, I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it aside, leaving my Love clad only in now-tenting grey silk boxers. I sank down to my knees in front of him, letting him feel my warm breath against his swollen member. I raised my eyes to his, giving him that look that I know he loves, the mixture of wide-eyed innocence and sex kitten, particularly when his cock is throbbing against my lips, right in front of his field of vision. My hands reached up to caress his chest, paying special attention to his small brown nipples, tight and puckered with his desire. I scraped my fingernails over them, sending electric arousal arching through his torso to his cock. My hands slowly glided down his body, my fingers tangling in the hairs on his muscular chest. I rubbed his belly before finding his deep belly button, which had been the subject of a lot of my attentions in the past. Maybe this time, but that wasn't my priority this night. When I came to the silk waistband of his boxers, I hooked my fingers along the sides, tugging them down, exposing his throbbing cock to my gaze, the slightly cool air chilling the precome dripping down the shaft. He raised his hips and I pulled them down and off, carelessly tossing them, letting them join the rest of the clothes on the floor. His hard member was in front of me, taunting me with its tumescence, teasing me with the dripping precome that I knew was for me and me alone. My head dropped down, lapping at his bulbous head with my tongue. As I raised back off of his head, a string of my saliva mixed with his precome followed before it broke, creating a drop to land on my chin. I went back down on Jimmy, taking his thick penis deep into my mouth, the tip nudging the back of my throat. My hand cupped his huge sac, gently massaging the heavy balls within. "Oh, gawd, baby, that feels so damn good! Mmmmmmm I love fucking your mouth. You're so hot!" Jimmy exclaimed over and over. Once more I looked up at him, my warm brown eyes turning golden with my own increasing desire. I massaged his balls a bit more firmly, putting the exact pressure on them that I knew would excite him the most. As I did so, I sucked his cock more avariciously, going up and down, my low moans of excitement blending with the light slurping noises my mouth was making around his thickness. Taking all of him into my mouth, I dropped my tongue down to wind around the base of his shaft, teasing the sensitive skin there. He grabbed the back of my head, holding it in place as his hips raised up off the sofa, thrusting his length deeper into my mouth. I lubed a finger with the heat and moisture of my mouth, then tenderly, slowly slid the finger deep inside his tight pucker, curling it just so it'd stimulate his prostrate, working it in and out as I continued to suck him. The first hot jet of come surprised me, as it came without the warning to which I was accustomed. I met the following spurts of his white-hot explosion with my eager mouth, greedily sucking down the passion he was giving me, drinking his salty-sweet nectar until I'd milked the final drops out of him. As his aftershocks rippled through him, I felt his bum hole tighten around my finger, squeezing it as my pussy had done to him many times in the past. I placed soft kisses on his belly, occasionally lapping up a stray drop of come that ventured sluggishly out of his deflating cock. I removed my finger from his ass with the same gentleness with which I'd inserted it, knowing that skin would be tender. His hands, which had moments ago been grabbing and pulling at my hair, brushed it from my face, caressing my cheeks and gliding, just with his fingertips, across my lips. I smiled up at him, whispering, "I love you, Sweetheart," before planting soft kisses against the palm of his hand. I unfolded myself from between his legs, heading to the kitchen by way of the powder room. It was time to make this dessert I'd been planning all day. I mixed the ingredients I needed in the top of a double boiler and cut up fruit while they melted together. I placed pineapple chunks, thick banana slices and cheesecake squares on a plate. The strawberries were huge, some of the largest ones I'd ever seen, but I decided to leave them whole. Finally, the chocolate mixture on the stove was about done. Jimmy just looked at me questioningly as I took the plate of fruit and the base for the fondue pot into the living room and placed it on the coffee table. When I returned a second time from the kitchen, the scent of warm chocolate trailed behind me, and realization dawned in his eyes. While I'd been in the kitchen, Jimmy had placed some floor pillows beside the coffee table, and I sat down on one, patting the one beside me in silent invitation for Jimmy to join me on the floor. I speared a pineapple chunk with the fondue fork and dipped it into the melted chocolate before bringing it to his lips. He blew on it to cool it down a little before eating it, his face rapturous as the juicy pineapple and rich chocolate mingled on his tongue. Knowing how much I love strawberries, he picked one of the large red fruits off the plate, holding it by the delicate green hull between long, thick fingers. He dipped and swirled it in the chocolate, coating the tip. Jimmy cooled it slightly with his breath before touching it, just barely, to my lips. I tried to grab it with my mouth, but he pulled it back out of reach, leaving me with only a chocolate smudge on my lower lip, which I erased with my tongue. Again he brought it down, leaving a trace of chocolate on my lips before pulling the berry away. Before my tongue could dart out to capture the richness, his tongue seized the opportunity, licking and kissing the chocolate off my lips. I was just settling into the kiss when he backed away, replacing his lips with the strawberry. This time when I opened my mouth, he rewarded me with a bite of the strawberry; my eyes closed and a blissful moan reverberated up from my throat as I tasted the sweet-tart berry and the sweeter chocolate. After I swallowed that bite, Jimmy dipped the remainder of the berry into the hot chocolate, granting me another bite, until the entire berry was gone. Jimmy was reclining on the floor, looking every bit like a man sated and relaxed after a hard week. I took another of the large strawberries, dipping it into the fondue, then slowly bringing it towards Jimmy's mouth. He opened up, expecting me to just give him the strawberry. Instead, I touched it to a flat, brown nipple, causing the little bead to pucker. I then coated his other nipple with the chocolate before setting the berry aside. My tongue found the double treat hidden by his chest hairs, and I cleaned all the chocolate off of him, lapping and sucking his nipples. The strawberry found itself once more suspended over the hot fondue, held by only my slender fingers grasping the hull. I dipped the berry, swirling it once more through the chocolate, adding another layer to the tip. Then, using it like an artist's brush, I painted Jimmy's chest and belly with the chocolate, trailing it through the thick mat of hair coating his torso and following the seductive line that runs from the bottom of his sternum to his thick cock. Once more the berry found itself immersed in seductive brown sweetness before it painted lines and sworls around Jimmy's shaft. Then, his body sufficiently coated for my taste, I trailed the strawberry back up his body to his waiting mouth, placing it against his lips, inviting him to take a bite. Jimmy's moan of pleasure at the taste became one of erotic pleasure as my mouth worked to clean up my chocolate artistry. My tongue licked and laved, my lips kissed and my teeth nibbled at all the warm chocolate coating his sexy body. As my mouth found his once more hard, throbbing member, I worked the same oral magic on it as I had the rest of him, licking and sucking, tonguing and kissing all the dark sweetness from his delicious skin. I was just getting into blowing him again, craving the taste of the hot fondue and his hotter come, when he pushed my head away. I looked at him, puzzled. He loves the way I suck him, especially when I drain him dry. "It's your turn, Baby girl," he explained. "Yes, sometimes you'll let your Gentleman come first, but I could never come twice before I had a chance to pleasure my Lady. First of all, you're wearing way too many clothes," he said, looking down at his own naked form before his eyes swept over me with all my parts still pretty much covered. I stood up beside him, and he lightly tugged on the hip string on my thong, bringing me closer to him. Hooking his thumbs into the straps resting on either hip, he brought my panties down, exposing me to his gaze. I knew he could sense my excitement and could tell how moist and swollen my pussy was getting, just from him looking at me the way he was. Once Jimmy divested me of my panties, he lightly caressed my mound before working his hands up and under my tank, hinting that he wanted it off of me. I complied, pulling the top over my head and tossing it on the pile of clothes. Now I stood before him, wearing nothing but my white lace bra and stockings. The bra was the next to go, as it's always my second favorite thing to take off at the end of a day, right after my shoes. I propped a foot on the sofa, opening my bare pussy to Jimmy's eyes, prepared to roll the first stocking down my leg. With a hand over mine, he stopped me, saying, "No, leave it on" in a voice that brooked no argument. Once I was dressed as he wanted me, he gently tugged me back down to the floor, making me lay back on the pillows. He knelt between my legs, pushing my knees apart so he could gaze at my swollen petals, now unfolded to him. He reached over and took another large strawberry from the plate – the biggest one from the carton – pinching the hull off, then dipping just the tip into the fondue before gliding it over my excited clit. He licked the chocolate off, sucking my hard nubbin between his lips before flicking it with his tongue, not leaving a bit behind. Then he sucked the chocolate off the berry, cleaning it with his hot mouth. Next Jimmy ran the strawberry between my folds, moistening it with my juices. The chill thrilled and excited me, and my hips arched up towards him. He brought it down, letting the tip rest right against my slit. My legs fell open further as his mouth descended to my clit, his warm breath a sharp contrast against the cold fruit. He drew my clitty between his lips in that way that makes me buck wildly beneath the hot onslaught of his mouth. My clit was trapped between his lips, and he sucked it like a miniature penis, the pressure from his lips around the base causing the blood to pool, increasing the sensitivity as it pushed out from under its hood. His tongue flicked the ultra-responsive tip as he pushed the thick strawberry into my waiting cunt. I grabbed the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his thick hair as the strawberry stretched me, cool against my hot wet skin. He slid the strawberry in and let it rest there, stretching me wide as he continued to suck and tongue my nub. His tongue glided down between my folds, sliding into my slit to taste the strawberry buried inside of me, before coming back up to once more tantalize my throbbing clit. The pressure building inside of me was intense as he continued his ministrations. I was mindless, panting his name through parted lips, grabbing his head to hold his mouth against me. My hips were bucking against him, close to my orgasm. The tension inside me erupted into an explosive orgasm. My hips arched up as I pulled his face tighter against my pussy, and my loud scream bounced off the high ceiling. As I came, the strawberry shot out of my convulsing cunt, popping into Jimmy's waiting mouth. He smiled as he chewed the berry, and I gave him a very satisfied smile, chuckling over his enthusiastic appreciation for the now creamy fruit. After Jimmy swallowed, he leaned down to kiss me, and I could taste the erotic blend of Jimmy, the strawberry and my own essence. He rubbed my pussy, using his hand to soothe the still heated skin through the last of my aftershocks, his touch both easing the inflamed flesh and creating new waves of excitement. As my body finally calmed down, Jimmy drew me close to his side, and my head found that spot on his shoulder created just for me. Strawberries and Cream You were lying on the bed, daydreaming and listening to music on your headphones, wearing nothing but a plain white dressing gown. A smile played across your lips as you remembered the long hot summer days just past, full of picnics, long walks and romantic dinners for two. You hadn't noticed I was standing in the doorway watching you as you flicked a stray lock of hair away from your still closed eyes. The carrier bag in my hand contained a punnet of organic strawberries, a can of spray cream and five cashmere scarves. You always had expensive tastes and loved the feel of soft cashmere on your skin. I walked towards the bed and slowly untied the knot holding the dressing gown shut. You opened your eyes, sat up, looked at me and smiled that smile that melts my heart every time. "What's in the bag?" you asked. "A surprise" I replied, gently slipping the dressing gown off you shoulders and revealing those perfect 34D breasts. As usual, upon sight of those beautiful pale mounds of flesh topped off so finely with your perfectly round nipples, I took a sharp intake of breath. One day the sight of your breasts will not fill me with awe, but that won't be for a long while yet. The dressing gown had gathered in your lap, leaving you totally exposed from the waist up. I came closer, drinking in the sight of your naked form, and kissed you gently but firmly on the lips. You responded passionately, your tongue flicking out of your mouth, desperately searching for mine. Our tongues met and I could feel the heat rising between us as you felt for the belt on my jeans. Gently but firmly I removed your hands from my belt, laid you back down on the bed and removed the dressing gown completely. "Ladies first", I said, "just lay back and relax." I then reached into the bag, pulling out the scarves. With the first one I blindfolded you, and I used each of the other four to tie a limb to a corner of the bed. Now you were completely exposed and lying slightly spread-eagled, I took time to examine your body more closely. Your pale skin had developed a film of perspiration, presumably in anticipation of what was to come. I smiled to myself as I noticed you had trimmed your pubic hair just that morning. Ah, the sight of your naked and exposed alabaster body, as always, sent me rigid with desire, and it was all I could do not to take you there and then. However, I had said ladies first and I meant it. Reaching into the carrier bag once more I pulled out the strawberries and cream, shook the can and started to squirt cream across your ruby red lips. Your mouth opened ever so slightly and I placed a strawberry between you lips, leant forward and we shared the sweet fruit, our tongues and lips entwining, with the sweet juice of the soft fruit running down your chin. My tongue followed the strawberry juice till it reached the base of your neck. I then sprayed more cream from your mouth, across the front of your neck, down between your breasts, underneath your left breast and up to the nipple on that breast. I then carefully balanced a strawberry atop the reddening nipple. I ran my tongue along the new trail of cream, pausing at the sensitive area under the breast and then moved up to where the strawberry was precariously balanced. I engulfed the strawberry with my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue, feeling your nipple get harder as I did so. As I bit into the soft fruit, I ever so slightly nipped your nipple, causing you to draw in your breath sharply. I stopped, alarmed I might have hurt you, but when I looked at your face, you were smiling, that beautiful knowing and yet secretive smile of yours, so I carried on. I carried the trail of cream on to your right breast and repeated the strawberry treatment there, both of your nipples now erect and hard. I took the trail of cream down from your chest to just above your pubic region, took it down your right leg to the ankle, back up the leg, across the base of your stomach, down and up your left leg, finishing on your vagina, where I placed another strawberry. I slowly followed the trail of cream with my tongue, causing you to draw in your breath each time I came close to the strawberry. After what seemed like an eternity, I reached the strawberry and, with my tongue, manipulated it across your clitoris. Your intakes of breath were now becoming pants of passion as I moved the soft fruit across your clitoris with my tongue. As your panting became more pronounced, and was replaced by a scream, your whole body went rigid and began to shake, your juices becoming intermingled with those of the strawberry – the combination of tastes made my penis rock hard and caused it to throb against the inside of my jeans. I couldn't wait any longer, quickly undid my jeans, released my throbbing phallus and gently but firmly pushed my way into your moist passage. Once more you drew in your breath as I pushed into you as far as I could, our pubic hair entwining, our bodies becoming sticky with the combination of sweat and cream. I pulled the blindfold off and looked deep into your wide, beautiful eyes. The look of joy coming from your face almost broke my heart. I moved my penis gently back and forth inside you; then noticed your vibrator on the bedside cabinet. I pulled out of you, undid the remaining scarves, turned you over and started to make love to you "doggy style". As my thrusting increased in pace and intensity, I picked up the vibrator, turned it on and gently massaged your anus. I could feel the pressure building up inside as I struggled to last as long as possible, enjoying every last second of the sensation of my penis throbbing inside you. Then I felt the muscles of the walls of your vagina tighten as you let out another scream of orgasmic pleasure. That sent me over the edge and I emptied my seed inside you. We were both spent, and collapsed on the bed, holding each other and softly kissing as we slowly recovered our breath. We spent the rest of the day holding each other's naked body close, discussing our dreams and aspirations, and making love to each other.