5 comments/ 58350 views/ 8 favorites Sweet Natasha By: Baby_Edna Note: If you find the explicit description of cunnilingus and analingus offensive, please refrain from any interests in this story as future chapters will denote these acts. ************************** Chapter 1 The bright and bulky clouds looked magnificent in the foreground of the clear blue sky; they looked like incandescent cotton balls adorning the picturesque sea of blue. Natasha had always found their sight soothing and therapeutic. She had learned a long time ago that focusing on them helped ease the anxiety she felt when flying. She hated planes; they terrified her. She had seen too many plane crashes in the news, at least too many for her own good. God forbid she would ever have to suffer such a violent death. It was one of her creepiest nightmares. Every time she walked down that narrow jet-way, her palms would sweat and her vision would become blurry. 'I hate having to travel this way. Why can't I take a bus?' she thought. The smell of burnt rubber and coffee would get her every time; it revolted her. It signified the possibility of a journey with no return-a chance of losing her precious life. Today, gazing at the clouds through the very small window, the translucent mirror reflected the conflict in her green eyes. Their beauty was immeasurable, and their expressiveness was a transparent portal to the truth in her soul. Even on the pale and blurry reflection, the emerald eyes told the story of her agony and excitement. Something was troubling Natasha; it had her on the edge of her seat, nervous and feeling unstable. It wasn't the fact that she was about to start a new life as a freshman at the University of Alabama, and it wasn't the fact that she was sitting in an airplane, 35,000 feet up in the air. This was much bigger than that. It was the realization of an odd, unmatched feeling-a sensation creeping up on her slowly, yet powerfully, almost in a mystical manner. It was so strong that it managed to obscure every other emotion, fear, and distress in her life; it was so mighty that it promised to change her 18 naive years of life for good. Now, on her way to a brand new beginning as a college student, it was more intense than ever; it had her trembling and nervously looking around. In fact, it had her constantly looking back at seat 19C. 'Natasha, control yourself!' she scolded her curiosity and imprudence. It was becoming impossible to stay inconspicuous, especially when she was being driven by such an uncontrollable force. 'Gosh, is she aware of what she's doing?' Natasha thought to herself nervously. It was so clear, so beautiful, yet just a dream-a mere desire, an unattainable fantasy-relentlessly teasing her, testing her resolve. As she carefully looked back once again, a faint gasp escaped her lips. The blonde girl had unconsciously spread her thighs a bit more, giving Natasha an unobstructed view of her black panties. Feelings of guilt and remorse flooded her heart as she felt her mouth water from her lascivious ogling. 'Thou shall not harbor impure thoughts,' she remembered her mother's words, loud and clear in her head. But she couldn't help entertaining these lascivious thoughts. They seemed to occupy her mind constantly-torturing her, driving her insane, making her wonder things, sinful things, things inappropriate for a decent and religious girl. 'Natasha you can do it. Liberate yourself or you shall be condemned to....' Her thought was suddenly interrupted when she heard giggling coming from behind her. Turning again, this time to inspect the commotion, she noticed that the blonde girl was avidly playing and joking around with her friends. Her jacket had the emblem of the University of Alabama, accompanied by the words 'Crimson Tide' emblazoned in red. By the uniform she and her friends were wearing, it was obvious they were part of a cheerleading squad. As the blonde girl playfully shuffled around in her seat, she unconsciously spread her legs further, placing her right knee against the armrest. The result was an overt display, which had Natasha once again in the balance between thoughts of lust and pleas for redemption. 'Gawd, how beautiful....' The view of an exposed crotch framed by creamy thighs was so poetic, and disturbingly alluring. It meant so much to her, but she didn't know why. Possibly it was the promise of the unknown, of the prohibited; maybe it was the answer to a reckless desire, a passion that was slowly taking over her life. As she contemplated the black panties, she wondered what mysteries lay behind them, what perplexities rested in its confinements - perhaps a whole new world to discover, unimaginable conquests. Maybe she'd find the essence of happiness, the universe of never - ending joy that she knew existed somewhere. She could only imagine what magical perfume permeated the black garment, what enchanting and forbidden musk caressed it. 'It must smell like roses down there,' she thought to herself as she dreamed of the possibilities. Yet, it seemed so distant, so far away - only helpless wonderings that fueled her curiosity, mere hopes and expectations in her inquisitive mind. 'Goodness, Mom, please forgive me, but I just can't help these feelings,' she thought. And as the guilt hit her, she realized a small drop of saliva was trickling down the side of her mouth-she had been drooling. Quickly refocusing, she noticed that the giggling and chuckling had stopped; she had been deeply hypnotized in her reveries. With a great effort, she managed to raise her gaze from the tantalizing crotch, and as she looked up at the girl, she was met by penetrating blue eyes. Natasha's heart pounded in her chest, and she let out a loud gasp, "Haaa...." The girl was staring back at her, blatantly displaying her unconcealed crotch. She had a faint grin on her face, an insidious smile. She gazed at Natasha with defiant and spellbinding eyes. Carefully looking at the uniformed girl sleeping next to her, she made sure it was safe-a quick and mischievous glance. Then, gazing back at Natasha, she spread her sleek thighs a bit further, and pushed her crotch slightly forward. Natasha quickly turned around; she could feel her heart hammering in her chest; she was horrified, thinking 'Oh gawd...Oh gawd...Oh gawd...she saw me...Oh gawd!' Her immodest voyeurism had been caught red-handed; such an infringement was totally inadequate, and even scandalous by the moral standards she lived by. Yet, the inadequacy and vulgarity had her shivering with excitement. She couldn't control her wild impulses; the depravity of their nature had been enslaving her for a couple of years now. Living in an extremely pious community had proven despairing and hopeless; especially in the modern world driven by media. She would spend hours watching the glimmering box, ignoring the prophetic warnings from her puritan mother: "Natasha, that thing is evil." She would search, lurk, linger just enough to catch that magical moment, that incantatory fraction of time that seemed to warm her entire body, to set her blood aflame; it always brought a smile to her face, that extra-strong heartbeat, the butterflies in her stomach. It was her window to the outside world, her window to the real and unknown. But most of all, it was an escape for her imagination, a voyage that brought her face-to-face with the fantasy that was changing her life, the essence that was taking over her being. She would tremble every time she stumbled upon a commercial displaying one of those girls, those pretty girls in shorts or in revealing skirts. At times she wished for magical powers so she could put her fingers through the television, just a quick caress of the tantalizing flesh. 'It must feel like the finest silk,' she would think. Yet, her most enchanting moments came with the propaganda that her mother abhorred the most-the women's underwear commercial seemed to totally bring out the preacher in the elderly lady. "Such an indecency should be condemned. The body is a sacred temple; those girls should be punished for exposing their flesh!' But Natasha always silently disagreed with her mother. In her innocent mind, she wished that every commercial were just as gracefully revealing. There was something about their bodies that attracted her immensely-maybe because they looked so tender and fragile, almost like her character; or perhaps it was because they seemed to make her own body glow with that special warmth. Natasha had created her own little world of fantasy in which her imagination had become an escape from the world that immediately surrounded her. In an all-girl school, she spent tons of hours sitting in the playground, morbidly scanning the landscape; searching for beautiful candidates to fuel her imagination. 'Hmm, Sophia's are probably baby blue....' She would spend her lunchtime trying to imagine what color panties her schoolmates were wearing. It was her special naughty game, her escape from the barriers of a cast and strict community. She had engaged in the game for so long that it ceased to amuse her; now it no longer sufficed, her imagination could only go so far. That is when she started feeling the need to take the plunge and find out if it all was real. She would then purposely drop a pen or a book while sitting in the classroom. Pretending to pick it up, she would slowly scour the perimeter-ogling, looking, searching for distracted open legs, just a hint of girl's underwear. Yet, luck always seemed to avoid her. Too often she ended up simply thinking, 'Gosh, I hate those long skirts.' She felt trapped and frustrated. She would dream of the glorious moment and think about it everyday. But persistence proved mightier than the luck that seemed to so many times elude her; and such a relentless spirit brought her the merited result. One day Patricia's crotch looked so alive that she thought it would talk to her and somehow communicate a sweet message. How it all came to happen was completely beyond her. Lying on the floor in detention after class, she couldn't help but feel angry with herself for the slight miscalculation. Tardiness was severely punished at school, and she was suffering the consequences. Her classmate Patricia had suffered the same fate, and so they decided to lay side by side, reading books and chatting to kill time for the excruciating extra hour. When Natasha heard her friend's first little snore, she knew her chance had finally come. With Patricia's knee bent and her back flat on the ground, it was Natasha's moment of truth-a time to explore! Shaking with nerves, she uncovered the sleeping beauty's treasure with a quick swinging motion of the skirt, bringing the hem to the girl's hips. Searching for any signs of movement, she confirmed that her classmate was positively asleep. Carefully she brought her face to within a hand's length of the girl's crotch. She thought there was a faint light coming from within the peach panties; but perhaps it was only her imagination. It was the prettiest thing she had ever witnessed. Little fairies sang sweet songs to her ears as she observed the jewel before her eyes. She couldn't comprehend why it made her feel that way-so warm, even sentimental, a prisoner for so long, but liberated in such a wonderful presence. She could feel her mouth water as her eyes traced the contours of the flower alive beneath. A small gasp escaped her lips when she saw it pulse. Only a faint contraction, indeed, it was alive. The naturalness of her inquisitive spirit had her inching closer to inhale the enrapturing scent of roses. It seemed only logical to immerse herself in the sweet fragrance of something so tempting. Yet, her wonderful explorations were forced to a halt as she heard the girl clear her throat. Painfully moving away from the treasure, she was left with the exquisite image burned into her memory forever. It would haunt her night and day, opening a floodgate of puzzling and wishful inquiries, questions that would set her soul astir, queries that would take her to the very margin of insanity. Always marveling, and yet most of the time wondering, 'It must have such a sweet smell.' Long sleepless nights that would make her days' cognitive state go awry. Frightened, yes, but she was so eager to find out the truth-pondering, thinking, relentlessly envisioning what another girl's cunt smelled like. On the airplane, Natasha didn't dare to look backwards again. She felt shameful to have been caught in such indecent reveries. 'Gawd, how stupid can I be! What would she think of me?' Then, aghast, she was suddenly struck with the realization that the girl seemed to have enjoyed her lecherous ogling. 'Could it be?' Gathering all of her courage she glanced back once more, but now the girl was sitting in a modest position, reading her magazine. Only a coy smile remained as evidence of her voyeuristic display. Natasha couldn't help the incredible feeling of excitement as she remembered the girl's jacket; it had the emblem of the school that she had sullenly accepted to attend. She would have preferred something closer to home, perhaps an hour away, a school that would prevent her from the much-dreaded flying. Yet the four-hour flight had proved fruitful, even exhilarating. Just to think that her school would harbor such a beautiful creature made her depths stir. Perhaps she would get to know someone like her, maybe even become friends with one, thinking, 'Oooh, that would be so wonderful.' As her thoughts went back to the girl's crotch, she felt her body shiver. The black panties' middle crease showed the split of the gem hidden behind. Its image quickly reminded Natasha of even larger and incomparable possibilities, unimaginable opportunities-the chance to explore the world that she had been deprived of for so many hopeless and depressing years, the possibility of intimacy with a beautiful girl's cunt. She was suddenly awakened by the captain's voice in the speaker: "Ladies and gentleman we are making our final descent into Birmingham Alabama...." Quickly shutting her eyes, she leaned back on the headrest and waited until the ship landed. Making her way to the baggage claim, she immediately noticed the prevalent southern accent among the crowd. It was very strong and easily noticeable-a clear testament that she was about to start a new life away from home. She did have bit of difficulty understanding the shuttle driver as he asked her where she was going. But it was nothing that couldn't be remedied by plainly saying again, "I am headed to the University of Alabama. I'll be staying in Rose Towers." As they drove past the university's entrance, Natasha felt as if she was entering an unknown dimension, a completely different universe. Her eyes had never seen such a large crowd of young people. She became immediately entranced by a group of three girls jogging; they were sporting red shorts and shirts with the university emblem. Her neck almost snapped as she followed their trail with rapturous eyes. It was the initiation to a dream that she had contemplated for the longest time; yet, it was only the mere beginning of her adventurous breakthroughs. As she was dropped in front of a tall brick building, she glanced at the towering sign: Rose Towers. It was an exact replica of the catalogue pictures. She had chosen this building in a naughty and rebellious impulse. When her mother suggested a dorm closer to her faculty, she would sulk and dish out excuses of space and comfort, when in reality she had other motives. Natasha found the idea of living with another girl exhilarating, but the prospect of sharing an apartment with two girls was irresistible. The laws of probability were only logical to her at the time: the more girls, the more cunts. As she made her way through the revolving doors and into the cool building, she was met by a sea of moving bodies. A phalanx of college girls-all heights and widths, a delectable array of female flesh, nubile young bodies revealing tanned legs and pale legs. Most were shapely and slim, and it all seemed astonishing to Natasha as she carefully soaked everything in. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath and tried to capture the unfamiliar scent of beautiful college girls. Hastily making her way to the registration desk, she stood in front of a pale red-head with emerald green eyes-they were almost an exact match of her own. The girl's tag read Liby, and she smilingly said, "Hi, I am Liby. Can I help you?" As Liby offered her help, Natasha found her eyes traveling to the girl's exposed cleavage. Her breasts were voluminous and the coral freckles seemed to glow on its pale surface. Natasha's eyes twinkled with their alluring sight. "Hellooo. Can I help you?" Liby repeated, her tone a bit puzzled and impatient. "Oh, I am so sorry. My name is Natasha, and I need to get a room assigned to me?" "Aaand your last name is . . .?" Liby asked, as she rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Ooops, sorry again. It's Finley." She felt embarrassed of her clumsiness. "Okayyyy, Ms. Finley! Please fill this out and take it to the desk to your right. They will issue a key to you." And so Natasha was finally assigned an apartment on the 16th floor: # 1621. It was very cozy and spacious, with three moderately sized rooms, empty except for beds and mahogany study tables. The kitchen was even larger than what she had expected. The balcony had an amazing view of the entire campus and as she contemplated the beautiful landscape, she couldn't help the overpowering feeling of liberty, the impetuous sensation that comes with unbridled freedom. It was even a bit overwhelming, after so many years of virtual imprisonment. And yet, it all seemed so vivid before her eyes-an entire world just waiting for her to explore and to roam around in it freely. Natasha's reverie was disturbed by the clicking sound of a key opening the front door, prompting her to think, 'Gawd, is it what I think?' Her heartbeat accelerated at the prospect of meeting one of her roommates. As she nervously walked into the living room, the front door flew open with a girl struggling to pull her luggage backwards. Natasha's eyes widened as she took in the monumental curves of the newcomer. Her dark brown hair flowed to the middle of her back in long and graceful curls; it shined even in the faint light of the passageway. Below the short burgundy skirt, tanned shapely calves sustained the curvaceous figure. As the girl bent to get a firmer grip on her bundles, Natasha could see the subtle rippling of muscles under the sleek skin of the well-toned thighs. As the girl quickly turned around, she was startled to see the slim, green-eyed girl silently observing her. "Heyyy, sorry, didn't know you were there. I am Jennifer." As Jennifer offered her hand, Natasha could only stare in awe at the confident beauty that seemed to power the girl's aura. Her features were sublime; the color of her eyes and the sharp edges of her profile reminded Natasha of an incredibly gorgeous actress, but couldn't think of the name. Nervously extending her own quivering hand, she managed to blurt out some words, "H-h-hi, I-I am Natasha." She felt her body shudder as she made physical contact with the obviously confident girl, and found it difficult to maintain eye contact with the seemingly surefooted minx. Jennifer literally exuded a natural air of superiority, which Natasha found overwhelming. Her facial expressions oozed the habitual traits of a vain and egotistic spirit. This was a girl to be worshipped! "Why are you staring at me like that?" the girl asked, almost displeased. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. It's just that you look like someone I've seen on...." Sweet Natasha Ch. 02 This is chapter 2 of the series. It is strongly recommended that you read the first chapter to follow the story. ************************** Natasha could only bow her head and cry. The onslaught was relentless. The yells increased the stream of tears flowing from her eyes. Jennifer's assault, even though well provoked, was pounding Natasha's spirit to a pulp. "How you dare barge into my room...an-and...ughhh...are you a fucking dyke?" Jennifer barked with a look of anger and confusion. "I-I...Jen-Jennifer I am so sorry...I just couldn't help it." Natasha hopelessly blurted out, not daring to make eye contact with the infuriated girl. "You couldn't help it? W-What are you...a freak?" Jennifer snapped back. Her tone increasingly puzzled. Natasha bowed her head once again as she absorbed the hurtful comments. Her uncontrollable sobbing was the shameless acceptance of Jennifer's allegations. "I can't fucking believe this...I am sooo complaining to the R.A.!" Jennifer announced, exasperated, as she furiously turned to leave the room. Natasha desperately scrambled on her knees, and managed to clamp down on Jennifer's left knee before she exited the room. With teary eyes she begged Jennifer for forgiveness: "Pleaseeee Jennifer...pleaseee, d-don't do that. I-I would do anything...anything you say. I beg you!" Her pleas were cried out with a desperate whining. As Jennifer struggled to rid her limb from Natasha's iron grip, it became clear that her efforts were futile and helpless. Natasha's will and determination were simply overpowering. Finally succumbing to the relentless beggar, Jennifer's heart softened as she gazed down at the fragile and desperate girl avidly holding on to her. As she studied the helpless creature, an estranged feeling of pity and power quickly took over her. An almost quaint tendency of dominance which seemed to make her body warm and her skin tingle. She couldn't quite grasp the foreign sentiment, yet the new perception excited her immensely. Impulsively, she started caressing Natasha's hair with consoling strokes: "Okayyy...okayyy...I won't tell. Quit whinning now, would you?" She whispered in an inane state of mind, nonsensical to her own naturalness. As Natasha heard the comforting words through the reassuringly soft fingers, her heart brightened up with glee and joy. In an utmost grateful spirit she kissed Jennifer's warm thigh, a mere reflexive peck of happiness. And as she felt Jennifer squirm, she unconsciously placed another kiss on the left inner thigh, a firmer and wetter kiss. The warmth of Jennifer's tanned silky skin on her lips immediately set her body aflame, blurring her thoughts and her lucidity. She couldn't control herself as she started raining wet pecks on Jennifer's inner thigh. "Nat-Natasha...w-what the hell are you doing?!?" Jennifer's complaint was partially mitigated by the tickling, yet tender feeling of Natasha's soft lips on her inner thigh. Yet, Natasha wasn't in full control of her actions, as they were a mechanical response to her unbridled lust. "Plhheeaseee...pleeeasee...l-let me thank you." Natasha babbled in between kisses of solace. She then started laving Jennifer's inner thigh with deranged and passionate licks. Her salivating tongue left an excessively wet trail with each stroke, permeating the girl's thigh flesh with warm saliva. The taste of Jennifer's skin was exquisite, only adding to Natasha's temporary insanity. "Hmmm...goodness, this is lovely." Natasha whispered with trembling voice and eyes shut, as she savored the girl's flesh. Jennifer's body seemed to have been paralyzed in time by the fervid caresses, and even though her mind rejected such ministrations, her body was unconsciously accepting them. Instinctively spreading her thighs a bit, she invited Natasha's warm lips, which were already trailing up the path under the hem of her miniskirt. As Natasha's nostrils captured the mild musk of Jennifer's cunt, she tilted her head in desperation, and pushed her nose into the fragrant crotch. "Awwww gaaawwwd...this issshhhh greaaat..." Natasha crooned, as she sniffed Jennifer's cunt perfume. The sudden intrusion startled Jennifer, eliciting a loud gasp from her lips. Then, a hypocritical complaint: "Awwyyy...Nat-Natasha...you need to sto..." But her voice quickly trailed off as she relished the sensation of Natasha's nose wedged between her pussy lips. Instead, the libidinous sensation brought about an unconscious rocking of her hips, as she sought better contact. Natasha was avidly sniffing Jennifer's crotch. The now very aroused crotch was emitting a more potent feminine musk, an animal-like spice, which had Natasha drooling and blithering: "Hmmm...this is shhoooo ghhoood...plhheeease l-let me thank you..." Natasha found Jennifer's cunt scent tantalizing and spellbinding. Perhaps sweeter than any exotic flower she had ever smelled, and yet more intoxicating than any fragrance she had ever experienced. The womanly aphrodisiac seemed to have a purifying effect on her, as she found herself drooling from the corners of her mouth, and her stomach growling with sexual hunger. Jennifer's pussy had the smell of nourishment - the fragrance of life giving essence, the unique spice of royal cunt. Driven by an estranged sensuality, Jennifer continued to rock her hips back and forth, animatedly rubbing her crotch on Natasha's nose. The firm contact on her excited vagina gradually increased her libido, elevating the inexplicable passion that had taken over her. The deranged, yet synchronized copulation had both girls moaning with excitement. It was an instinctual bond that arose from a deep and dark portion of their spirits; an inherent pact which involuntarily assigned them roles as lovers in a dominant-submissive relationship. In an unwilled impulse, Jennifer's hands took hold of Natasha's head, as she involuntarily attempted to stimulate her cunt deeper, utilizing the refined nose. "Ohhhh...Natasha...th-this is crazy..." Jennifer's raspy voice announced the insanity of her actions. Yet, Natasha was deaf and blind to the reality that surrounded her. Somehow being in between Jennifer's thighs was her idea of paradise. Having her face smothered with the scent of excited cunt was thrilling beyond her understanding. "Ghhaaawwwd Jennifer, it smells great...hmmmm...oh gosh..." Her babbling was hardly audible through the constant smothering of her lips. Yet, her words triggered an abrupt lurch in Jennifer's hips which sent them both tumbling down to the floor as they tottered out of balance. Jennifer fell on her backside, with her legs sprawled - again revealing her tantalizing crotch to Natasha's glaring eyes. Her unbalanced positioning, with the hem of her miniskirt above waist, was an unconscious allurement to resume their lecherous fondling. Natasha's nose quickly found its way in between Jennifer's thigh for a much needed whiff of cunt. A couple of seconds away from the coveted treasure felt like a lifetime to her. "Uyyy...Ahhh...hmmm..." Jennifer flinched and mewed when she felt the searching nose firmly nuzzling her. Automatically, she grabbed Natasha's head and resumed her hip rhythm in the sole search of better stimulation. The moans slowly became more audible in the quiet room, as the girls traveled the unexplored path. The extrinsic, yet heated passion was taking them to an unknown territory - a dimension in which two total strangers would come together in pursuit of a blinding infatuation. - As the heat in her crotch became unbearable, Jennifer was swept by an inherent desire of liberation; an unpredictable impulse to bare her treasures to scorching eyes. The intolerable itching in her cunt needed immediate release. With a swift bounce of her hips, Jennifer quickly brought the soaked thong to her mid-thighs, alerting Natasha in the process: "Nat-Natasha, whh-wait...I ha-have to take these..." Pushing the girl's nose from her crotch, Jennifer quickly raised her shapely legs up high, and discarded the flimsy underwear. The warm garment was immediately captured by Natasha, who nervously fumbled with it, searching for its warm and wet crotch. Quickly finding its most fragrant spot, she sniffed it diligently. Her hands trembled as she held the panties to her nose. It was apparent from her bodily reactions that it was quickly becoming an addiction. Yet, such occupation proved meaningless as her eyes took in the sight directly in front of her. Jennifer's thighs were spread wide open displaying her very wet and swollen vagina. Her obscene posture was a clear invitation for Natasha. Quickly dropping the panties, Natasha brought her face to within inches of Jennifer's pussy. As she studied the bubbling cunt, her body shivered with exhilaration. The outer lips were very moist and swollen, almost pouting angrily. Thin shiny cum strings stretched from in between the slightly parted labia, giving the entire vulva the appearance of a drooling ravenous mouth. The splendid sight made her mouth salivate at an alarming rate. Her insides seemed to churn with excitement as for the first time ever, her eyes witnessed perfection. It was more beautiful than she had ever imagined, far more lovely than she had ever dreamed of. As the aggressive slick lips seemed to usher her in, Natasha nervously glanced up at Jennifer. She was silently pleading for acceptance, begging for permission, imploring for a chance to make a dream come through. With a slight upward lurch of the hips, Jennifer quickly invited the beggar to explore; it was just a weak push upwards, lewdly offering her wet cunt to the famished girl. As the silent agreement was made, Natasha immediately brought her nose to the unconcealed vagina and sniffed its bare essence. Closing her eyes in passion, she inhaled the naked perfume of excited cunt. The warm scent was enticing and pheromone filled. It was primitive, and enrapturing, yet very feminine. Its musky aroma had Natasha quivering uncontrollably, trembling with emotion. The excited vagina pulsed constantly as it made contact with the searching nose. It looked fervid and alive, almost calling Natasha to a more intimate contact. Then, the unexpected happened. Natasha brought her lips to the overheated vagina and gave it an exploratory kiss, a wet hesitant peck that marked the beginning of a new life for her. "Aghhhhh...gosh Nat-Natasha that felt so..." Jennifer whispered with trembling voice as she felt the wet and warm contact. Natasha placed another wet kiss on the hot pussy, this time with a firmer and more reverent smack of the lips. "Ooohhh...please Nat-Natasha...it-its ki-killing meeeee..."Jennifer's complaint quickly became a loud squeal as she felt Natasha French kiss her pussy. The warm and buttery cunt felt exquisite on Natasha's lips as she instinctively lip-locked the slippery flesh with a searching tongue. It was Natasha's first kiss ever, her first intimate and passionate exchange in a world that had deprived her from happiness for so long. The thrill of no longer being an oral-virgin had her ecstatic and overjoyed; it fueled her novice effort as she devoured the gorgeous liquid cunt. As she pulled away to contemplate the hot vagina once again, her lips pulled the slick labia with a stretching suck, absorbing a fair amount of vaginal fluid into her salivating mouth. The warm juices seemed to sizzle in her taste buds as she relished the unique taste of hot aroused cunt. The sweet spiciness of the offering was very exotic, and its tanginess very alluring. Natasha found the taste oddly stimulating and nourishing. The tart flavor seemed to increase her hunger as it trickled down her throat. Momentarily neglected and desperate for more contact, Jennifer spread her thighs further, silently asking Natasha to resume her ministrations. The slight outward motion separated the slick pussy lips with a faint squelching sound that brought Natasha's attention back to the task ahead. Refocusing on the drooling cunt, Natasha could now see the pink inner lips. They were very smooth, almost wrinkle-free, and coated with minute drops of cunt cream, which gave them a very slick and waxy appearance. Natasha could only swallow hard, and whisper her anxiety: "Gawwd Jennifer...it-its sooo gorgeous." Hesitantly she stretched her drooling tongue and scooped up a tongue-full of the warm viscous fluid which covered Jennifer's inner labia. The tangy flavor immediately fired her nervous system, sending her into a licking rampage, and she started laving the entire vulva with broad tongue strokes. The slippery texture of Jennifer's cunt flesh felt amazing in her tongue. It had her moaning helplessly as she took in the flavor of sex:"Hmmm...Hmm...soo gmmm...good..." Jennifer's hips started moving to the rhythm of the tongue strokes as she mewed and groaned in pleasure. "Ohhh gosh Natashaaahhh...don-don't stop..." Her voice was airy and somewhat broken as she encouraged the libidinous contact. Then, brazened with unbridled passion, Natasha started sucking on the entire vulva - milking its cream to her heart's contempt. It was an inherent reaction that surfaced from her hunger. "Hmmmmm...hmmm...hmm..." She moaned, relishing the meaty texture of Jennifer's vulva. "Oh gawd yes suck...suck...please don't stop..." Jennifer cried in passion as her cunt was almost ready to erupt. Clasping Natasha's scalp, Jennifer started rocking her hips against the girls face, energetically fucking the inexperienced mouth with an iron grip. From the erratic rhythm of her hips, it was obvious that she was approaching a thunderous climax. Instinctively latching on to the pulsing cunt, Natasha sucked her way through the rocking motion. Never letting down, blindly loving Jennifer's cunt to the best of her ability. And, as the fervid copulation gradually drove Jennifer over the edge, she announced the culmination of her lust;"Natasha...don-don't s-stop..I am gonna co-come...nnghhhh..." Then, pulling Natasha in with a mighty grasp, she yelled out of her lungs and squirted a scorching jet of cunt juice on the back of Natasha's throat: "Awwyyyyyy....fuuuuck...shiiiiit!" Natasha flinched reflexively as she felt the mist hit her tonsils; yet, she found herself innocently swallowing the spending. Gracefully ending the impetuous climax, Jennifer gave out one last squeal, an almost forceful grunt, obscenely squirting the remaining juices of her exhausted cunt inside Jennifer's mouth. "Unghhhh...gosh that was sooo great..." As the two girls lay tired on the floor, no words were said; only heavy breathing was audible in the quiet room. A guilty silence permeated the atmosphere. Then, a raspy voice, a mere whisper: "Please get out of my room...this is so wrong." This phrase haunted Natasha for weeks to come. She couldn't understand why Jennifer turned her away after the passionate encounter. `Why was she being so cold and distant?' Deep inside of her, Natasha knew that a part of Jennifer had enjoyed the wonderful moment. She had come so sweet in Natasha's mouth, and yet that didn't seem to be enough. Natasha had begged on her knees for one more chance, a priceless opportunity to show Jennifer how much she adored her: "Please Jennifer. Please...I'll do it better this time, you can do whatever you want with me...just let me do it again..." And yet, many times she found herself crying after the same answer: "Natasha quit it! I am not a dyke...it was a mistake!" The words seemed to bore a hole in her soul; `it was a mistake!' She would cry in front of the mirror, searching for the answer; looking deep inside her green eyes for the antidote to mitigate her pain. It was slowly killing her - consuming her entirely; affecting her lucidity and her sanity. Yet, the countless begging and pleading sessions eventually proved too enticing and stimulating to a slowly crumbling Jennifer. Many a times she would find herself craving the hot mouth; `Gawd, it felt sooo good to come in her mouth.' Then she would always reminisce on Natasha's veridical words: "You can do whatever you want with me...." Every time she remembered Natasha on her knees, crying, her body would warm up and her cunt would itch. Perhaps it was the fact the she had sole control over the fragile girl, or maybe it was pure need of satisfaction. But regardless, the idea of having Natasha between her legs again was slowly becoming irresistible. Then, it happened on a slow Friday afternoon. Natasha was resting on the living room couch watching television when an upset Jennifer came barging into the apartment. "I can't fucking believe this! How she dare make me walk!" Throwing herself on the couch opposite to Natasha, the exasperated girl recounted the upsetting experience. She had gotten into an argument with a sorority sister, and was left to walk the long distance from the Greek house to the apartment. "That fucking bitch...ughhh...I mean look at my feet...they are so swollen!" She said as she placed the heel of her shoes on the edge of the couch. Natasha's heart pounded in her chest as she saw the girl's light blue miniskirt slide back to expose tanned thighs framing a black thong. It looked exquisite, and Natasha was already salivating as she imagined the scent and taste of the sweating cunt underneath. "D-Do you w-want me to massage your feet?" The nervous inquiry came to her as a mere impulse. As Jennifer heard the offer, she stared at Natasha, almost studying her facial expressions; searching for a sign, looking for that natural state of submissiveness that had been strangely exciting her lately. Then, biting her lower lip, she gave Natasha a sensuous smile, and nodded her head in approval: "Uh huh..." Natasha quickly scrambled to her knees and crossed the room to kneel in front of the gorgeous girl. Quickly baring the warm and humid feet, she started massaging the left foot with improvising fingers. Jennifer's toes were perfect and well taken care of. Natasha thought they were lovely and exquisite. As Jennifer started to relax, she commended Natasha on a very soothing job: "Hmmm...Natasha your hands are wonderful." Laying back for comfort, she pushed her hips forward as she laid her back against the couch. Unconsciously spreading her lovely thighs in the process, she gave a mouthwatering view of her panties to Natasha. With the warm crotch now closer to her face, Natasha could only swallow hard as she took in the alluring sight. She could feel her hands beginning to shake as she began to have flashbacks of their first encounter. She could still feel the warm vaginal fluid trickling down her throat, nourishing her heart and soul in a unique and special way. The taste of Jennifer's cunt was still vivid in her mind. It was so beautiful, so palatable; it was the incomparable flavor of gorgeous cunt. Closing her eyes in passion, she moved her nose to Jennifer's crotch and sniffed deeply. The scent was strong and musky. It was the smell of a well exercised cunt; the fragrance of a vagina that had sweated under enclosed confinements. It was peppery and spellbinding, yet very feminine. Natasha found the raw and primitive aroma extremely arousing. As she realized that her sniffling was out of control, she quickly glanced up, to find Jennifer staring down at her. And even as their gazes locked, it was impossible for Natasha to stop smelling the musky cunt. She was entranced with the tantalizing aroma. Then, Jennifer did something unexpected. Pulling the black thong to the side she offered herself to the cunt-famished girl: "Go ahead sweetie...you can suck it." Her whisper was somewhat broken and airy, a testament of her growing lust. Natasha immediately lunged, and sucked as much flesh in her mouth as she could. Sweet Natasha Ch. 02 "Hmmm...Hmmmmm...thank youuummmmm..." The hunger and desperation of so many excruciating weeks reflected in her voracity. Jennifer squealed as she felt the ravenous mouth feasting on her: "Ohhh...oh my gawd!" Jennifer's cunt tasted sweeter than ever. The salty tang of sweat mixed with her hormonal secretions had Natasha moaning with gusto. The meaty texture of the excited cunt was very warm and wet, making Natasha drool excessively. As she feasted on the aroused cunt, small strings of saliva dripped from the imperfect seal in between both sets of lips. As the heat of passion elevated to new heights, Jennifer quickly stopped the action, and ridded herself of the black thong. Then, with seemingly renewed enthusiasm, she grabbed Natasha's head and started fucking her mouth in earnest. "Awww...fuck yeahhh...suck...suck!!!" The rough approach somehow excited Natasha beyond her naturalness, and she started French kissing the slick vagina with impetuous hunger - suctioning the swollen lips with great enthusiasm. Jennifer was constantly wetting her tongue with warm cunt cream - providing her insatiable mouth with the precious elixir. Natasha sucked until Jennifer loosened the grip, and her lips and jaw muscles were hurting. As she pulled away momentarily to regain strength, she saw what looked like a pearl in the middle of a shinning clam. Jennifer's clitoris had emerged from its sheath; the energetic sucking had exposed the slick nodule. It was standing proud and erect at the top of the glistening inner lips. Then, almost impulsively, Natasha stretched her tongue and flicked it over the bulbous node. Jennifer gave out a loud mewing grunt as she felt the tentative contact: "Aggghhhhh...oh gawd...oh gawd..." Unconsciously driven by Jennifer's reaction, Natasha started sucking on the slippery nodule, bobbing her head up and down as she attempted to milk the inflamed clitoris. Jennifer quickly found a rhythm of her hips in tune with the bobbing head. "Oh gawd...where did you learn this!!" She complained as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The feeling was exquisite beyond understanding, and Jennifer could feel a powerful orgasm slowly building up. "Ayy...Ayyy...Ayyy...oh gawd yes suck it...su-suck it...I think I-I'm com..." Then, as Natasha rammed her tongue into Jennifer's sizzling cunt, the penetration triggered a massive orgasm which exploded in Jennifer's soul and traveled all the way to her cunt, releasing squirts after squirts of warm tangy cunt juice into Natasha's greedy mouth. "Fuuuuuuckkkk! Aaaaaghhhhhhh!" Natasha managed to stay in perfect unison with the climaxing girl even through the uncontrolled spasms. Her mouth avidly sealed to the pulsating cunt until all of its spending were secured in her quenchless mouth. She didn't want to miss a drop of the treasured offering. As the climax ended, Natasha pulled away from the overheated vagina. Strands of cunt milk mixed with saliva stretched from both sets of lips. The obscene display was a solid and vivid testament of their passion and lust. The lewd sight made both girls shiver with an estranged excitement, and odd, yet exhilarating presage of things to come. And just when the serenity of post-orgasm was rooting in, a slight gasp disturbed the settling peace. "Haaaa..." Jennifer panted, quickly becoming pale. As Natasha turned to look what had startled Jennifer, she couldn't help a faint gasp herself. Carrie stood in the passageway staring at them with a look of confusion. To be continued... Sweet Natasha Ch. 03 WARNING: This chapter is not for the weak of heart. *************************** Natasha quickly got up on her feet and made a staggering retreat. She did not dare to gaze at Carrie again. As she passed next to the speechless girl, Natasha nervously quickened her pace. She needed to exit the crime scene as soon as possible. With puzzled and searching eyes upon her, Natasha wanted the ground to swallow her instantly. Making it to the safety of her room, away from judging eyes, Natasha collapsed on her bed aghast and confused with emotions. `Goodness, what am I doing...How did I end up like this?' Everything seemed too unreal to Natasha, almost as if she was living an insane dream. When had she become a slave to this inexplicable passion, this unrestrained hunger that was consuming her being and taking her life by storm? `Natasha, remember to stay on the righteous path...you are a decent and respectable young lady...' Her mother's words of wisdom always seemed to torture her mind in the direst of moments. Reminding her that her life was a total chaos - a pile of confusing memories and futile moments completely void of happiness. Inevitably drifting into the past, she remembered all of the grief and struggle, the painful years of silence that she endured throughout her youth; the self-imprisonment that shackled her feelings for so long. She remembered the excruciating days of mental oppression that purged her very soul, leaving her in an almost suicidal state. And yet, it was this very anger and frustration that somehow pushed her deeper into the embrace of a perverse fate. It drove her curiosity and fueled her hunger for the unknown. Natasha would have loved to yell out her desires to the entire world - rub it in her mother's face like a terrible nightmare. Yet, she knew that the mere contemplation of such a taboo subject would have killed the old lady for sure. There were not words tame enough that would that would have sufficed. Instead, she had to remain silent to avoid a calamity. As Natasha swallowed bitterly, she could feel Jennifer's slightly viscous vaginal-fluid trickling down her throat. Its salty tang and oily texture had her unconsciously searching every corner of her mouth for remaining drops reminiscent of the brunette's climax. Natasha could still feel the warm ticklish mist of cunt milk hitting her tonsils. The sensation was burnt into her tactile senses like a prophetic mark - a symbol of ownership. Natasha felt her heart accelerate as she remembered Jennifer's words: "Oh gawd yes, suck it..." The use of such unrefined language seemed to inflame her with desire. The antic words incongruous to Natasha's polite manners signified something real and vivid. They were a testament of the passion that she had inexpertly inflicted in Jennifer. But it all seemed like a beautiful dream - yes, one of those dreams that dreadfully eluded her just a couple months back. Had she really sucked on Jennifer's vagina? Unconsciously, she brought her hands to her mouth at a safe distance, and tested her breath. The faint scent of cunt warmed by her own respiration, immediately hit her nostrils, reminding her that indeed it was a reality. Natasha couldn't help a slight chuckle as she realized the awkward nature of her action; yet, the irony behind it excited her immensely - her mouth smelled like pussy. She bit her lower lip and collapsed on the pillow as she reminisced on the cold thrilling facts. She had put her mouth on another girl's privates. The mere idea of such an obscenity seemed deplorable and immoral. Yet, Natasha found its depraved nature alluring and defying. `Yes mom, I am doing great in college. I am learning how to suck on....Hehehe!' This thought hit her unexpectedly, making her blush and giggle as she contemplated the possibilities. Her mother would have surely fainted just knowing that her daughter harbored such impure thoughts. But such rebelliousness only spelled tragedy in her mind, so she quickly ignored the estranged impulses. `Gosh, what am I thinking...?' Then, she heard some movement and giggling in the passageway. Scrambling to her feet, she quietly tip-toed to the door to investigate the noise; she could make out Jennifer's voice as she whispered something along the lines of: "Gawd it was amazing..." Then, an almost inconspicuous answer: "Really? I mean, tell me how did it hap..." Natasha immediately recognized Carrie's voice, but was suddenly left wondering as the two girls shut the door across the hallway to continue their gossiping. Quickly brushing it off as an uneventful conversation, Natasha returned to bed for another session of soul searching. But she immediately found herself tingling with curiosity as she recalled Jennifer's words. Could the girl have been talking about...and then it hit her. `Oh gosh - is she actually telling Carrie all about...' But as Natasha thought about it well, the prospect didn't seem like a bad idea. If Jennifer did all of the explaining, perhaps she could avoid the embarrassment. She could not picture herself testifying in the mighty presence of Carrie. It was a terrifying thought. She would surely crumble in the process. But she was too exhausted to analyze the situation. She would have to wait and see what the next day would bring. Defeated by a long stressful day, she tucked herself in and went to sleep. Natasha woke up to the strange choir of voices chanting: "Natasha, Sweet Natasha.we need you." The vague tune seemed reminiscent of a dream that reoccurred every night, but a dream that she couldn't remember. It puzzled her deeply, but every morning she managed to brush off the awkward event. She attributed such abnormality to her rather stressful days and to her many challenging college courses. Yet, she had an intuition that the voices had a covert meaning that would surface to somehow form an important part of her life. Getting up from bed, Natasha felt a bit dizzy and groggy. She stumbled on her feet as she made her way to the sink. It was comforting to have the privacy of her own bathroom, which was a luck that her other two roommates didn't share. Clearing her eyes from the morning haze, she focused on her reflection in the mirror. She could see what looked like white streaks around her mouth. As she traced her fingers over one of the blotches, Natasha noticed that it was a dried marking of some sort of fluid. Then her heart skipped a beat as it all came back to her. She couldn't help smiling as she remembered everything that had happened the night before. Jennifer had left the essence of her climax painted on Natasha's face. The massive orgasm had left its stamp clear and vivid on Natasha. It was an early morning reminder that somehow her life was starting to change; that her entire world was beginning to spin in a completely new direction; and that her way life was converging at a crossroads, in which crucial events would mark her life forever. As she finished washing her face and brushing her teeth, the alarm clock went off. It was 9:00AM. Waking up early in the morning was a disciplinary trait that her mother had instilled in her. It was a habit that accompanied everywhere she went. "Good girls are early risers darling...." At least the old lady had taught her something helpful, she thought. Carefully opening the door, she looked around to make sure that nobody was in the passageway, and silently started making her way towards the kitchen. As she walked past the apartment's common-bathroom, Natasha saw that the door was ajar, and she could hear the unmistakable sound of someone peeing. Walking as quite as possible, she continued towards the kitchen, when she heard a thundering voice: "Natasha is that you?" Her heart stopped when she recognized Carrie's imposing voice. "Darling could you come here and do me a favor?" Carrie's tone was very friendly. Natasha was extremely frightened that the girl was probably going to interrogate her about the events from the night before. "Ahh, s-sure..." Natasha responded nervously. Hesitantly pushing the door open she stared at the amazon sitting on the toilet. Natasha could still here the stream of urine hitting the bowl. Even in such an inconvenient setting, Carrie looked graceful and distinguished. With her hair loose, she looked like a mighty amazon warrior sitting on a pedestal. As Natasha stared in awe, she noticed that Carrie was naked from the waist down. Her mighty buttocks spilled out of the sides of the minute toilet seat, almost overpowering it. Her rounded-iron thighs looked like perfectly sculpted ivory marble splashed with peach freckles. Her calves were twice the size of Natasha's, and yet they were perfectly shaped and symmetrical to her majestic figure. "Natasha sweetie...can you grab a roll of toilet paper from the cabinet below the sink...Jennifer forgot to replace this one." Her firm tone, even though friendly, was slightly commanding. Natasha quickly snapped out of her reveries, and followed Carrie's instructions. "Y-yes...of course, no problem." As she made her way to the sink on the right hand side of the toilet, Natasha carefully avoided Carrie's feet and knees. She couldn't help a quick glance in between Carrie's legs to feast her eyes on the girl's crotch. But even though Carrie's massive thighs were slightly parted, Natasha could only see a tuft of blond pubic hair sprouting from the girl's heavy bush. Natasha couldn't help thinking that everything seemed to be of extraordinary proportions on Carrie's anatomy, which in turn brought an unconsciously risqu‚ thought to her mind: `I wonder if her pus....' But her thought was interrupted by the sight of Carrie's white thong discarded on the front-edge of the sink. Suddenly she started to feel nervous as she recognized the shaking in her limbs, and the sweating in her palms. Such a tempting treat was very dangerous, given her uncontrollable nature. If Carrie wasn't less than 2 feet from her, Natasha would have already been on the ground sniffing on the thong's crotch, and perhaps even masturbating. Slowly bending her knees to access the cabinet below, her face came to within inches of the thong, which was cliffhanging to stay on top of the basin. Natasha noticed faint yellow streaks on the crotch of the garment, which were very familiar to her as her own panties displayed such markings at times. Then, almost inconspicuously, she breathed in silently, but very long and deep, hoping to absorb a bit of the womanly musk which permeated the thong. And almost immediately she was rewarded with the indistinct scent of cunt. Yet, the essence of the aroma was too faint for her to fully enjoy it, and she found herself wishing that she could close the gap and burry her nose in the heavenly garment. As she managed to grab a roll of toilet paper, Natasha nervously handed it to Carrie. From the sound of trickling drops hitting the water, it was obvious to her that Carrie was almost done urinating. And as Natasha started making her way out of the bathroom, she was stopped on her tracks by Carrie's inquiry. "Hey Natasha, so how is school going...have you made any new friends?" Carrie's tone was searching, but very sincere. Natasha was puzzled that Carrie wanted to start a friendly conversation, when most of the time Carrie blatantly ignored her around the apartment. "Am...w-well..." But before Natasha could answer, she was quickly interrupted. "Hey listen...I know we don't know each other very well, and we are always too busy to talk, so I think that now would be a great time to start." Carrie blurted out with an almost hypocritical smile on her face. Even though Natasha thought that it was a pretty awkward setting to get to know Carrie, she was willing to comply. "I g-guess its okay." Natasha replied a little confused; naively accepting the proposal. "Well...how about you take a seat here in my office...Hehehehe" Carrie giggled as she signaled for Natasha to sit on the floor directly in front of her. Natasha chuckled nervously, but willingly took a seat on the ground. From her viewpoint she could see Carrie's pale bulging thighs framing the astronomical blond bush. She swallowed anxiously as she stared at the juncture in between Carrie's mighty legs. "Sooo...did you fly in?" Carrie asked nonchalantly. "S-sorry, I don't understand your ques..." Natasha tried to respond. "You know...did you take a plane from your home town to get here? You know...psshhhhhh!" Carrie mocked Natasha; her hand mimicking an airplane. "Oooh...oh yes, that plane! I am sorry...actually I did, but I hate them, I've always hated them because..." Natasha was getting into the flow of the conversation when she was abruptly interrupted once again. "So do you like it here?" Carrie blurted in, almost uninterested on Natasha's reveries. Then, almost casually, she slipped to the edge of the toilet seat, and raised her left leg to place her foot on the wall next to Natasha. As her mighty thighs spread wide open, Natasha's eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets. She was face to face with a hairy beast of magnificent proportions. Carrie's vagina was very hairy and her vulva was bulky and heavy-lipped. The almost grotesque labia resembled a fluorescent pink wild-flower. Each inner labium was very thick, and they protruded well beyond the outer lips. At the very top of the slit, the clitoral hood was fat and dormant. As Natasha took in the spellbinding sight, the pungent scent of unwashed morning-cunt suddenly hit her like a slap on the face. The primitive scent was garnished by the slight tang of pee that the girl had yet to wipe off. The overwhelming smell and sight of Carrie's meaty vagina immediately had Natasha salivating uncontrollably. The mere raw and obscene look of the girl's prominent privates somehow excited Natasha beyond reason. She could feel her heart pounding in her throat as she took in the impressive sight. Her eyes had never seen something so beautiful, and yet so disturbingly arousing. Nonchalantly, Carrie broke off a piece of toilet tissue and began wiping the remaining drops of piss from her massive bush and vulva. Natasha carefully followed every contour of the heavy lips as they wrinkled and smoothed out with each swiping motion. She was being hypnotized by the rustling sound of toilet tissue on Carrie's pubic hairs. The inappropriateness of the scenery was almost unreal. Then, that familiar thundering voice startled her, snapping her back to attention. "Sooooo...Natashaaaa...do you or don't you?" Carrie asked impatiently. She seemed unaware of her effect on Natasha. And, just before Natasha could even open her mouth, Carrie confessed. "Ughhhh...look Natasha, this is not working. I am not really here to make conversation. I just wanted to see if it was truth." Her tone was unforbearing. "W-W-what...I d-don't understand." Natasha stuttered, confused by the question. "Gawd, this is going to be harder than I thought. You know...is it true that you give good head?" Carrie asked again with a firm but quizzical tone. "What d-do you mean...I can't un-understand." Natasha felt confused and bewildered, yet her eyes remained magnetized to the mighty vulva. Carrie became impatient and somewhat annoyed as she found herself having to spell it out for Natasha. "Come on Natasha, you know! You and Jennifer last night?" Carrie blundered out in a matter-of-fact tone. Natasha immediately gasped out loud and started blushing profusely. She could only lower her gaze as she realized the implications of Carrie's words. Somehow along the way she had forgotten all about it. Carrie had witnessed everything the night before. And as the ice-cold blue eyes pierced through her flesh and straight to her soul, Natasha could only bow her head and hope for a miraculous change of subject. "I mean...gosh this is kinda hard you know...it's just that Jennifer said that you were so great at it...a-and, well I was just wondering if you would be interested in doing me." Carrie's voice trailed off as she announced the last part of her proposal. Natasha panted heavily and immediately locked eyes with Carrie. The bold and impudent proposition had caught her totally off guard. And as she interlaced glances with the blonde vixen, Natasha's tongue seemed to have frozen leaving her completely mute. She couldn't think of anything to say at the moment; yet, her intuition quickly lit up the fire of instinctual desire; the notion that encouraged her to yell out her deepest ambitions - to express the hunger that consumed her very being. But as her lips remained sealed, all she could do was gaze in disbelief. Carrie stared back defiantly, almost unaltered by the blatant nature of her own inquiry. But soon her facial expression turned to one of worry as she acquired a playful, yet provocative mood; then, slowly bringing her hands down to her puffy vulva, she spread its thick lips open and pouted coyly. "I mean...don't you find me attractive?" As soon as the waft of raw cunt-musk hit Natasha's nostrils, they flared wide open and her body began trembling uncontrollably. The strong and spicy scent which emerged from the parted labia ignited a rapacious hunger in Natasha, which had her nodding her head in a perpetual motion, unconsciously answering to Carrie's shameless query. Then, almost mechanically, she began moving her head towards Carrie's crotch as saliva slowly dribbled out of the corner of her mouth in a steady seepage. Instinctively the blonde beauty spread her thighs further and began sliding forward to make sexual contact. But right before the infamous mesh occurred, the clicking sound of an opening door alerted both girls, snapping them out of the consuming moment. Then, in a hasty manner, Carrie began ushering Natasha out of the bathroom. "Get up, get up quickly...Jennifer can't find out about this!" And soon Natasha found herself exiting the bathroom as the door quickly slammed shut behind her. Before she had time to let her mind set in, a voice at the end of the passageway startled her. "Hey there...what are you doing up so early?" As Natasha turned to look, she saw Jennifer walking towards her with a charming smile. The slim brunette looked breathtaking in red short-shorts and a sleeveless white top which exposed her taut abdomen. Her tanned shapely legs looked exquisite as she paced down the passageway with a provocative wiggling of the hips. Natasha could only stare astonished as the gorgeous minx gave her a playful elbow to the ribcage while passing next to her. "Ouch..." Natasha whispered, baffled at the girl's looks and good mood. "I am going for my morning run...see ya later!" Jennifer announced energetically as she winked her eye at Natasha. Following the girl with attentive eyes, Natasha focused on Jennifer's petite bubble butt. The firm globes jiggled seductively in-tune with the harmonious movement of the hips. Natasha was suddenly disturbed by a depraved, yet seditious thought: `I would love to burry my face there...it's beautiful." Realizing that she was openly lusting after the sweet derriere, she scolded herself. `Goodness, I really need to slow down.' As Jennifer left the apartment, Natasha decided to crash on the living room couch. The day was moving too fast, and she was already losing control. She wanted to calm down, but as she lounged on the couch, the sound of the shower running reminded her that Carrie was in the bathroom. As she settled down in the silent living room, just listening to the monotonous sound of the water splashing, Natasha remembered Carrie's words: `Is it true that you give good head?' Just what exactly had Carrie meant? Natasha could feel the butterflies in her stomach as she remembered the heavy-lipped vagina; its fat-pink lips looked like a large human mouth - a hungry mouth ready to engross her fully; and the clitoral hood looked impressively thick and turgid. Yet, Natasha found Carrie's corpulent genitalia alluring and enticing. Its hairy and meaty bulk made her stomach growl with gluttonous appetite. And she couldn't help clenching her teeth as she suddenly envisioned herself sucking on the distended labia. Sweet Natasha Ch. 03 `Stoooop! Natasha!' She reprimanded herself angrily. The depravity of her thoughts possessed her beyond control. They seemed to arise from a na‹ve, and yet dark side of her heart. Natasha had no command over their perverse and immoral nature. These sentiments were born from the very deep core of her Sapphic desires. And the more she admonished these feelings, the more they manifested themselves to Natasha. "I am decent and respectable...I am decent and respectable...I am decent and respectable...' She sang her mother's words repeatedly. Attempting to rid herself from the debauched ideas; and yet her mind would betray her, painting her a colorful picture of Carrie's mighty thighs framing the furry vulva. "Awwwwwwww...Gaaawwwwd, I can't take this anymore!" Almost unwillingly she brought her right hand inside her panties, and started fingering herself roughly - punishing and pleasuring herself at the same time; confused and angry at her feeble disposition, but also satisfied at the warm feeling of the invasive digit. The moist sound of her middle finger pleasuring her wet pussy entranced Natasha, and quickly took her to an intense climax which had her shaking and convulsing irrepressibly. And as the last aftershocks trounced her body, she passed out on the couch. The distant sound of a TV commercial woke Natasha up. Slowly opening her eyes, she could see light coming from the television. How long had she been asleep? As her eyes adjusted to the surrounding, she noticed that it was still sunny outside. Then, she heard a small cough which quickly brought her to an upright position. Sitting across from her was Carrie, now staring at her. "Hey... sleepy head!" The girl spoke in her thunderous voice. Natasha cleared her eyes and asked: "H-how long was I sleeping?" "Not that long. I came out of the shower and you were already snoring on the couch." Carrie replied nonchalantly with a faint smile on her face. "Not used to mornings ha!" Carrie joked. "A-am...I-I g-guess not." Natasha stuttered, hiding the true reason of her blackout. "Hey listen, I am sorry about earlier. I just didn't want Jennifer to know that...well, you know, that I was asking you for favors and stuff." Carrie apologized seriously, and her tone was all business. Natasha didn't know what to say, so instead she crooned in her response. "I-its okay." Carrie studied her for a couple of seconds before speaking. "You aren't mad, are you? She asked hypocritically. "N-no...not at all." Natasha whispered. Barely enouncing her words, she suddenly focalized on the big picture. She noticed how Carrie's blonde mane flowed to right below her shoulders. Its exuberant long curls gave her an even mightier and more imposing appearance. As Natasha scanned the blonde amazon, she also noticed how large her breasts looked encased in the skintight top. The girl's teats appeared to be as massive as ripe melons, and her long and tumescent nipples made prominent tents on the constricting top. Natasha also noticed how Carrie sat sprawled on the sofa, almost too comfortable for adequacy. Wearing skimpy black-spandex shorts, she had her right foot on the edge of the chair, and her left leg tended over the sofa's arm. Her posture was very careless, incautiously displaying her crotch area. Natasha fixed her sight on the juncture where the mighty thighs met the girl's buttocks. Her pale inner-thighs were spattered with peach freckles, scattered all the way up to the lower butt cheeks. The shapely legs looked absolutely creamy. As Natasha felt her body start to warm up, she heard Carrie's voice. "Natashaaaa...Sweet Natashaaaa...helloooo...can I call you that?" Carrie asked in a burlesque tone, attempting to get Natasha's full attention. Natasha suddenly felt puzzled, she had heard those words before - `But where?' And then it hit her. She remembered the same words from that hazy dream that she could never remember - the choir of voices that sang to her every morning since she had started college. `Wow that is a coincidence...I wonder why....' And yet, her thought was disrupted by another question. "So, can I?" Carrie asked again. "Ah, y-yeah sure." Natasha replied "Sooo...Sweet Natasha, you never answered my question this morning?" Carrie asked in a lower and more inconspicuous tone, seductively biting her lower lip. Natasha's heart immediately pounded in her chest. `Yes! This morning...gosh, what do I say!' She thought. "I mean, Jennifer said that you have the greatest lips and tongue...is that true?" Carrie inquired, almost taunting the nervous girl. Natasha could only blush at the shameless question. "I d-don't know..." She whispered with a anxious smile. "Darling don't be shy...its only you and me here. I mean, Jennifer was raving about you. She said that you even swallow...Is she saying the truth?" Carrie asked enthusiastically, quickly becoming more interested. Somehow Natasha clearly understood the improvident query, and found herself unconsciously nodding her head in affirmation. She attributed such bold impulse to her nervousness. "Wowwww...That is soooo hot Sweet Natasha! Goodness, you must be like the ultimate pussy-licker!" Carrie exclaimed unaware of her contemptuous words. Natasha could only smile nervously as she tried to absorb the awkward situation. Then, abruptly changing her tone, Carrie placed the spotlight on Natasha. "So sweetie you never told me...would you be interested...you know, in doing me? Come on...come on...please say yes. I know it has nothing to do with you, but...well, it's been quite a while since I've gotten good head, a-and well...having you here is so convenient. Pleaseeeee?" Carrie pouted in a silly manner, almost disregarding the gravity and seditiousness of her indiscreet request. Natasha could only stare in awe at the forwardness of the mighty blonde. She could feel her heart accelerating, and the butterflies in her stomach were becoming unbearable. She had never felt so nervous and excited, and yet, so speechless. "Pleaseeee...and you have the sweetest little mouth." Carrie whined, attempting to close the deal. Natasha couldn't help the childlike chuckle, naively accepting the conning compliment. "So I guess that means a yes!" Carrie announced ecstatically as she pounced on the opportunity. Quickly getting up from the sofa, Carrie grabbed Natasha by the hand and ushered her to get up. "Come on sweetie...lets go to my room. I don't want Jennifer to come barging in. Gawd, I can't wait. This is going to be so much fun!" Carrie announced enthusiastically, making a decision for both of them. Everything happened so fast that Natasha didn't have time to think, and soon she found herself trailing behind Carrie down the passageway. The girl's warm soft palm seemed to encompass Natasha's entire hand, somehow making her feel at ease in the perplexing situation. As they entered the room, Carrie released Natasha's hand, and proceeded to close the blinds. Even though they were on the sixteenth floor, the girl seemed to be preoccupied with their privacy. Natasha instinctively sank on the bed, absorbing the newfangled scenery. As she looked around the bedroom, she noticed it was somewhat untidy. The hamper was overflowing with dirty clothes, and there were a couple of stained thongs lying around, one of which sat next to her, displaying faint yellow streaks on its crotch. Natasha could also perceive a slight hormonal musk, which impregnated the air; an estranged mixture of Carrie's dirty panties with a slight piquancy of sweaty armpit. Natasha quickly recognized the scent from the first day she had met the blonde minx. Carrie had been sweating from a long walk across campus. The fragrance that now tantalized Natasha was Carrie's natural musk permeating her soiled garments. Natasha couldn't explain why, but she found the aroma incredibly exciting. Somehow it represented the scent of a pack leader; the territorial smell of a strong and imposing female. And Natasha could already feel the growling in her depths - the ravenous hunger which she had felt earlier. It slowly began to replace her nerves, making her increasingly anxious and excited. "Sweetie...I am so sorry about the room. I hardly have time for anything, my schedule is just stupid busy." Carrie announced as she sat across from Natasha, apologizing for the uncleanliness of her quarters. "Oh...it-its okay." Natasha answered reflexively. "Awww...Natasha you are so sweet." Carrie whispered as she began studying Natasha closely. And as Natasha began blushing, she averted her eyes from Carrie's, unconsciously locking her glance on the girl's crotch. Natasha could see the slight bulge pushing against the material, and the clear split where the heavy lips parted. The bloated vulva looked like an overgrown juicy apricot, straining to breathe inside the black spandex shorts. Sensing Natasha's struggle, Carrie brought her index finger under Natasha's chin, and elevated the girl's gaze to meet her own. "Hey...hey...sweetie what are you looking at?" Carrie asked almost sweetly. Natasha felt embarrassed of her clumsy boldness and began to apologize. But then, she felt a warm fingertip on her lips. "Hey...shhhhh...Sweet Natasha, it's okay to look." Carrie whispered, consolingly. And as she looked deeply into Natasha's shy emerald eyes, Carrie sensed the unmistakable flame that burnt eternally inside Natasha's loins. It was that special gleam - the fascinating twinkle in her eyes, which undeniably revealed her desire to please, her need to dive into the depths of the unknown. Carrie could see right through the timid fa‡ade. She could perceive the need behind the impoverished maiden. Natasha's eyes weren't the eyes of fear - they were the eyes of hunger. Taking full advantage of her prophetic vision, Carrie ever so slowly took hold of Natasha's hand and began leading it to her crotch. "Do you want to touch it?" Carrie whispered as she gently tugged on the trembling hand. Natasha could only nod, as she closed her eyes, letting herself go. And as her fingers reached the warm crotch, both girls panted deeply and simultaneously. Carrie began rubbing Natasha's palm on her inflamed crotch in slow circular motions, closing her eyes to concentrate on the soft hand. "See...that's much better." Carrie whispered, swallowing heavily. Natasha could feel the swollen vulva begin to warm up, and her fingertips were becoming oily. Carrie's arousal was quickly dampening the elastic material and her secretions were beginning to seep through. "Awww yeah...soft like that." Carrie crooned as her vagina became increasingly aroused. Natasha could already feel her tongue sponging out saliva as she began salivating. The warm and wet feeling of the hot vagina felt wonderful through the silk fabric. And as Natasha heard the first squishy sound of the moist vulva, she couldn't help a low grunt of thirst. "Mmmggrrrr..." She could feel her mandible heating up with hunger as she envisioned the soaking wet cunt. And then, almost by intuition, Carrie abruptly stopped the action, and released Natasha's hand. Bringing her own hands to the elastic waistband, she quickly began sliding the spandex shorts off. "I better take these off...I am making a mess." The horny blonde announced in a raspy voice. Small beads of sweat were rolling down her cheeks. Raising her mighty legs up high, Carrie cleared her large buttocks with a quick lurch, bringing the shorts to her ankles. As Natasha absorbed the display, she couldn't help a barely audible moan when her eyes took in the breathtaking sight. Carrie was exposing herself entirely to Natasha's greedy eyes. Her hairy vagina was perfectly shut, nesting between the enormous pale globes. The dense pussy lips protruded noticeably even in such tight concealment. Natasha could see that the slit was substantially long. And as Carrie finished discarding the elastic garment, she leaned back on her elbows and spread her firm thighs wide. Natasha immediately gasped out loud as she gazed at the horny beast. Carrie's robust genitals were extremely swollen. Her beefy vulva looked like a sulking mouth pouting for attention. The inner lips were fully engorged and drenched with a foamy white liquid which appeared to be somewhat viscous in texture. And at the very top of the slit, Natasha could see what looked like the tip of a pinky finger extending from the girl's fat clitoral hood. "Gawd, look what you've done to me!" Carrie mocked, as she dipped her finger in between her labia to collect some of the milky fluid. Natasha unconsciously bit her tongue when she saw the whitish vaginal substance stretching as Carrie pulled her finger out. `Oh goodness I am going to faint'. She thought as she felt lightheaded and out of breath. Then, almost intuitively, Carrie used her middle and index finger to pry the grotesque lips of her vagina open, and proceeded to seduce the starving maiden. "Do you wanna kiss it?" She asked seductively. And as Natasha heard the squelching sound of the slimy labia opening, she fell on her stomach in between the warm thighs, and gave the overheated cunt a sloppy kiss. "Uyyyy...argghhhh!" Carrie moaned. As Natasha attempted to gobble the bulky vulva, she found herself swallowing a hefty dose of the blond amazon's tangy cunt milk. Natasha immediately noticed that the viscid fluid was searing in her mouth like heated foam. Its taste was somewhat tart, and freshly sour. Yet, Natasha found it sweet and nourishing. Carrie's hips immediately lurched upwards as she felt the warm lips touch her soaked vagina. Her spine stiffened, and her abdominal muscles contracted roughly. "Awwww...gawd, awww...gawd." She crooned with a broken voice. The inexperienced mouth on her privates felt wonderful. Natasha was hungrily engrossed with the task ahead, slurping and sucking as much of the thick slippery labia as she could embrace in her hungry mouth. Yet, the meaty nature of the bloated vagina was too much to encompass. Its fleshy lips seemed to almost suck her in as she attempted to French kiss its bulk. It was almost frustrating as she found herself having to reposition her mouth several times for a comfortable nourishing. She couldn't seem to find the way to fully enjoy that massive feast all at once. "Hmmmm...hmmmmm" Natasha complained with a mouthful of cunt as she became increasingly anxious and desperate. Carrie's taste was strong and flavorful. It was the tangy essence of a mighty vixen. And Natasha couldn't help the rapacious appetite that the palatable spending ignited in her depths. Through the haze of incredible sensations, Carrie attempted to slow down the ravenous girl. "Hey...hey...Sweet Natasha, slow down darling...we have all d...arrgggghhhh!" Yet, she found it hard to communicate as the warm lips eagerly sucked on her genitals. "Oh gosh you are s-somehting...agghhhh...something else." She managed to blurt out with great effort. As Natasha kept sucking and slobbering messily, she could feel Carrie's vulva sporadically gushing its vaginal secretion. As each warm serving poured into her mouth, she would automatically take it to the back of her throat, and anxiously swallow the tart liquid. It was quickly becoming an instinctual reaction, almost like an acceptance of a valuable gift or reward. "Nat-Natasha sweetie...please s-slow down, you are ki-kill...ohhhhh gawd..." Carrie whined as she could feel every nerve of her body glowing from the energetic ministrations. Natasha, almost disappointedly, slowed down the pace as she looked up to lock eyes with the commanding blonde. Laving the thick parted labia with broad tongue strokes, she searched for the girl's approval. "Awwww...yesssss...that's just wonderful baby." Carrie whispered as she caressed Natasha's hair. "S-Sweetie, can you do me a favor and...agghhhhhh...c-can you put your tongue inside?" Carrie asked sweetly, momentarily closing her eyes as Natasha unconsciously increased the suctioning pressure on one of her thick lips. "H-Here...p-please." She managed to announce, opening her protruding cunt lips for Natasha's drooling tongue. Natasha nodded enthusiastically, and immediately rammed her tongue inside the cavernous whole. There was a slight splashing sound as a bit of piled up cunt milk spattered out of Carrie's flooded vulva. "Oouuuchhh...Natashaaaaa...ohhhh gawd...please, please slow down" Carrie complained as she breathed heavily. Natasha instinctively began a very slow in-and-out motion, carefully impaling the aroused cunt. Driving her tongue as deep as possible, Natasha would find herself up to her cheeks inside the embracing pussy lips. She could feel the slick protruding labia leaving wet sticky trails on the sides of her face. She enjoyed the secure feeling it gave her as she explored the mysterious depths. Natasha could also sense the increasing thickness of the girl's fluids - perhaps her increasing arousal. The deeper she went, the more viscous the juices became. The creamy ooze was playing a sweet tune on her tongue, constantly wetting her alert taste buds. At times she even had to stop and swallow the collected offering, which quickly accumulated on the flat of her tongue. It all seemed like an overwhelmingly wet feast to Natasha. "Baby...you have the greatest tongue...like ever!" With dreamy eyes, Carrie complemented the working girl. Then, her hips began rocking to the rhythm of the impaling tongue. The ticklish sensation of Natasha's soft granulated tongue felt exquisite. Carrie's cunt walls were very sensitive and she was relishing the arousing touch. Her vaginal walls would at times contract reflexively, trapping Natasha's tongue motionless. It was an involuntary reaction that often caught Natasha off guard. "Sweet Natasha...you are sooooo fucking good...aghhhhhh...aghhhh...aghhh." Carrie began moaning in earnest as her hips buckled unconsciously. Natasha was in her little world, concentrated on the delectable texture of Carrie's jellylike cunt-hole. The gelatinous tunnel felt great as it cuddled and expelled her tongue. She found the sensation fun and arousing. It was an amazing treat. And just as the two love birds had fallen into a harmonious coupling routine, Carrie decided to take the novice maiden to deeper and murkier waters. "N-Nat...aghhhhhhh...slow down a bit sweetie...d-do y-you...do you do assholes?" Carrie asked, struggling to formulate words. Natasha looked up puzzled as she didn't comprehend the inquiry. Yet, her tongue never stopped its impaling motion. "Y-You...know assholes." Carrie repeated the question becoming somewhat impatient with arousal. But Natasha couldn't quite grasp the pretentious question. Then, running out of patience, Carrie desperately hooked her hands under her knees, and brought them up to her chest. Natasha's tongue slipped out of the hungry cunt with a wet plop, as Carrie obscenely exposed her winking asshole. And as Natasha ogled the puckered hole it all became clear. `Gawd...is she asking what I am thinking?' The daring proposal was crude and daunting. As Natasha scrutinized the wrinkled rosebud, its quick opening and contracting motion seemed to amuse her. Somehow the tight orifice appeared friendly as she inspected it closely. `Do you do assholes?' Carrie's words replayed in her mind, almost daring her to perform the perverted act. And as she began to consider the filthy and corrupt proposal, suddenly Natasha heard her mother's words in her mind. `Natasha, decent ladies stay away from impure and lascivious acts.' Somehow the old lady's words fueled her heart with rebelliousness, and pushed her deeper into the embrace of the perverse fate. Hesitantly, she brought her nose to Carrie's asshole and sniffed it - just testing the waters before diving in. The girl's anal scent was sweet and concentrated, animal-like in nature. Its dank musk was penetrating, and Natasha found herself sniffing the tight musky hole fervidly. She could feel a renewed hunger growing deep inside of her. The wrongfulness and perversion of the act seemed to excite her greatly, and she could feel her tongue beginning to itch. Then, as the temptation became unbearable, she extended her tongue and laved Carrie's asshole. Sweet Natasha Ch. 03 `Hmmmmm...I am so sorry mom.' Tears flowed from her eyes as she began licking the warm hole. She couldn't help feeling angry at herself for being so weak. And yet, as the palpitant asshole became alive under her tongue, she couldn't help moaning in delight as she savored it slight salty taste. Carrie's breathing had become extremely labored as she felt the wiggling tongue tickling her anal orifice. "Oh...haaa...oh...gawd N-Natasha in-in...in-in....inside." Carrie crooned, fighting to express her feelings. Natasha quickly pressed the tip of her salivating tongue against the opening. And, as Carrie managed to relax her anus with great effort, Natasha was able to slide the tip inside. She immediately noticed the gummy and somewhat rubbery texture of Carrie's rectum. It felt very tight and steamy inside the girl's anus. Natasha was having problems impaling the restricting hole. Instinctively, she attempted to slide her tongue in and out, but the girl's clenched asshole did not allow any kind of movement. And as Carrie constantly tightened the grip around Natasha's tongue, the ministrations came to a spontaneous halt. Then, by pure will to please, Natasha began wiggling her tongue inside the constrained rectum - quickly eliciting a sharp squeal from Carrie. "Aayyyyyyyy...gawd yesssssssssss...that is amazing!" Carrie moaned out loud, surprised at the ingenuity of the inexperienced girl. And as she began rocking her hips against Natasha's mouth, her anus began relaxing, slowly allowing a deeper penetration. "Awww...yes..yes...f-fuhhhh...fuck my ass...yesss...yesss! Getting into the heat of passion, Natasha began tonguing the girl in earnest, French kissing the girl's most private hole. "Hmmmm...hmmmm...hmmmm!" Then, abruptly ending the anal coition, Carrie brought her legs down, releasing Natasha's tongue. And, suddenly grasping the sides of Natasha's head, she brought Natasha's mouth right over her distended clit. "Please suck it baby..." Carrie whispered insanely; keeping an iron grip on Natasha's head. Natasha immediately began nourishing on the fat clitoris. The erect morsel felt meaty and tender inside her mouth. Natasha bobbed her head up and down as she sucked on the fleshy organ with dreamy eyes. "Awwww....fuck yes...fuck yes...grrrrrrr...grrrrrrr..." Carrie began squealing and grunting as she began approaching a thunderous climax. And as she managed to hold off the orgasm for a good ten more minutes, Carrie began oozing small spurts of sizzling cunt foam, which were a clear indication that she was close to ejaculating. Then, brazened by the massive approaching orgasm, she clenched her teeth and began humping Natasha's mouth and face indiscriminately. And when the tidal wave swept through her entire body, she unconsciously positioned Natasha's open mouth against her boiling cunt, and began ejaculating hot tangy cunt milk, almost suffocating the willing maiden. "Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...Urrrrrggghhhhhhhhhhh...fuuuuck!" Natasha managed to gulp down a hefty doze of the thick juices before she gagged and coughed out some of the warm cum. As she cleared her throat, her eyes became watery and dilated. She was sweating heavily and her lips and jaw were hurting. Looking over at Carrie, Natasha noticed that the giant blonde remained dormant in the same position: her legs spread, eyes shut, and panting heavily. Averting her eyes lower, Natasha saw a small stream of white cunt milk still trickling out of the girl's hole. And as she looked up again, Natasha noticed that Carrie had opened her eyes and was now staring at her with a faint smile. She looked spent and exhausted, and yet there was the slightest look of gratefulness. Impulsively, Natasha smiled back at the beautiful blonde. Then, bringing her mouth down to the disheveled vulva, she sucked off the remaining drops of cum, and while looking up at the girl with gleefully eyes, she swallowed it, in an utmost display of gratitude. This last sexual treat drained the blonde amazon's last energy supply as she collapsed and slowly fell asleep. After Natasha left Carrie's room, everything seemed hazy and awry. She spent the rest of the day in her room, sorting out her feelings and emotions. And as she rested on her bed staring at the ceiling, Natasha couldn't help to feel excited and frightened at the turn her life was taking. Just a couple of months back, she was home, struggling to remain sane; pleading for a miracle that would liberate her from the mental prison that confined her very being. So much hardship and grief she had endured in her past - scratching and clawing to maintain an artificial fa‡ade, a lucid and reasonable mind that would allow her existence in an unforgiving society. Every time she thought about it, the bitter memories would fuel her anger. `Ughhh, it's all her fault!' She would blame her calamity on her mother's strict ways; and yet, she knew deep inside, that her mother was only trying to help her become a decent and respectable young lady. Somehow this realization would hit her every time she slandered the old lady in her mind. And now it only seemed to add to her anxiety, pushing her to abuse the freedom she was luckily granted. Soon, Natasha found herself squirming on her bed, wishing that Carrie was awake sexing her mouth with implacable prowess. But she didn't dare to intrude in the blonde behemoth's domain, so instead she began fingering herself slowly and methodically, slowly releasing the pent up frustration. Natasha woke up to the sound of steps trailing down the passageway. She had left her door slightly ajar, allowing the noises into her room. As she opened her eyes, Natasha noticed that it was already dark. She had unwillingly fallen asleep, and as she felt her hand inside her panties, she immediately remembered why. Natasha could see a faint light coming from her roommate's bathroom across the hallway. It hardly illuminated her room. She heard a bit of movement, and then the sound of pee flowing into the toilet bowl. She quickly brushed it off and looked at her alarm clock. It read 6:37PM. Natasha began stretching her limbs lazily, when the bathroom light was turned off. As she concentrated to follow the sounds of the footsteps exiting the bathroom, Natasha heard her own door opening. She could make out a silhouette but couldn't quite recognize the figure. "C-Carrie is that you?" She asked; puzzled. "Shhhh...no its me, Jennifer." The perpetrator whispered carefully. Then, Natasha heard some movement and the subtle sound of fabric hitting the carpet. And as she was finally able to discern Jennifer's contours next to her, the naked silhouette suddenly climbed next to her on the bed, and then straddled her face. Then, as the figure slowly descended on her, Natasha could hear the girl's broken voice and labored breathing. "Nat-Natasha...can y-you please do me...I've been thinking about you all day." Jennifer crooned between gasps. Natasha could smell the girl's cunt clearly; it reeked of sweat and arousal. She could also make out the slightest stench of pee. The girl obviously had not showered after the morning run. Yet, she confidently offered her musky vagina to Natasha as a gift. Such generous offer did not go unnoticed as Natasha quickly mashed her lips against the steamy cunt and began slurping on it. Her level of energy was extremely high after being so shortly awake. She was viciously sucking on the sticky vulva, almost attempting to milk all of its juices at once. "Awwwww...oouuuchhhhh...awwwwww....Natasha baby, t-take it e-easy." Jennifer moaned and complained between pleasure and pain. Natasha wanted to apologize, yet the sweet-tangy taste of the soaked cunt was too nourishing, and she couldn't stop sucking. Natasha's taste buds could also perceive the acrid tang of pee drops, but the salty flavor somehow melted with the girl's juices, making it hardly noticeable. Natasha began moaning in earnest, as her hunger suddenly became ravenous. The nasty thought of feeding on the girl's unwashed vagina was absolutely beyond thrilling. And as Jennifer began whimpering, Natasha could feel the now familiar mists of pussy juice wetting her tonsils. It was an alert that the girl was quickly approaching a climax. Natasha could only close her eyes in passion as she sucked and swallowed energetically. She could feel her body miraculously building up tension. It was an inexplicable sign that her body was also approaching an orgasm. And as Jennifer rode Natasha's mouth to the brink of exhaustion, she reached the highest level of consummation in their love-making. Covering her mouth to avoid screaming, Jennifer bit the palm of her hand and began spurting warm cum inside Natasha's mouth; and as she felt Natasha's wiggling tongue and sucking lips still avidly working, she couldn't help the short burst of piss which escaped her relaxed pee-hole. Natasha felt her entire body convulse in a climax, as she instinctively inhered the warm salty liquid, humbly appreciating anything that the raving brunette had to offer. It was the most compelling orgasm she had ever felt in her entire life. And as Jennifer dismounted her mouth with a deep suctioning sound, Natasha could feel her body shaking and shivering with cold sweat. It was an amazing feeling. Her muscles seemed to contract and relax mechanically, making her entire body reverberate in the process. Through hazy eyes she could see Jennifer exiting the room bow-legged and whispering words of insanity. "Damn Natasha...y-youhhhh...gosh...you are amazing...that was like...oh gosh...so fulfilling." Jennifer whispered between heavy panting; drunk with pleasure. Natasha struggled to stay awake, but as her eyelids became heavier and heavier, everything went black and she lost consciousness. The next day Natasha woke up at noon with a slight headache and a bitter mouth. Her face was a complete mess with cum streaks all over, and her hair was disheveled in knots. After she took a long hot shower, she threw on a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants and dragged her feet to the living room. Her mind seemed to be in a blank state after an unusually long sleep. Turning the TV on, she laid back and relaxed, scanning through the channels. She could feel a bit of pain in her jaw as she yawned reflexively. Yet, her body only begged for peace and quite, so she ignored the bothering sensation. She had settled into inane state of mind, when the front door opened. She could hear a lot of chuckling and giggling. Turning to look, she noticed it was Jennifer, accompanied by a blonde girl wearing a cheerleader outfit. Suddenly, the familiar picture quickly ignited her brain cells as she remembered the perky girl from somewhere. "Hiiiiii...Natashaaaaaaa! This is my friend Amberrrr...Amber say hi to Natashaaaaa!" Jennifer announced out loud as she playfully elbowed the blond girl. "Hi Natashaaaaa!" The blonde girl reacted; mocking the situation. Natasha hesitantly waved her hand, still trying to figure out where she had seen the beautiful blonde. "Hi." And as Jennifer went to her room for a quick change, the coquettish blonde introduced herself, offering a friendly hand to Natasha. "Nice to meet you." She said while looking at Natasha deeply in the eyes. "N-nice to meet you too." Natasha replied, swallowing heavily. The girl turned around to take a seat across from Natasha, sexily swaying her hips as she walked towards the couch. And as she sat down directly in front of Natasha, the girl's mini skirt rode up to right below her crotch, exposing her creamy thighs and black panties. And then it hit Natasha. It was the cute girl she had been ogling in the airplane. "Haaa." She couldn't help the loud gasp. "Soooo, Natasha...Jennifer speaks very highly of you." To be continued... Sweet Natasha Jennifer's bothered expression softened, and then she proceeded to interrupt Natasha with a self-assured tone, "Please don't even mention it-if you mean like Rachel McAdams. I get that a bit too much." Natasha's eyes brightened up when she recognized the name, "Yes, yes, that's it-Rachel McAdams!" Studying Natasha's clumsy reaction, Jennifer's pitiful nod displayed her annoyance, "Alright, its great that you noticed the resemblance. Now may I go unpack my junk?" Natasha immediately tottered out of her way as the dazzling beauty walked past her, muttering words of disgust, "Ughh, why do I always have to get stuck with the weirdo's?" Natasha saddened as she heard the distasteful words. She had expected a warmer welcome, but the damage was already done. She was stuck with this arrogant brat for the rest of the semester. She would have to endure her insults and aggravation, perhaps even her hurtful mocking. Yet, for some reason, that realization didn't seem grim. In fact, she found it exciting and thrilling to be in the presence of seeming royalty-to be in the constant line of fire of this superior and majestic creature, being done and undone at will, treated in a degrading manner by someone who deserved such empowerment. Just the proximity of this goddess was wealth enough to accept her mistreatment; Jennifer's beauty alone endowed her with the authority of active arrogance. Oh, and she was beautiful! Natasha could still see her bending over to grab her luggage-her tanned upper thighs rippling under the faint shadow of the flimsy skirt, leading up to darker, unimaginably alluring treasures. Natasha suddenly felt a squeeze in her heart, an instinctual reaction to the possibility of having her dream so close, and yet so far. Torment, sweet torture it would be; having such a beautiful cunt so close, while not being able to contemplate it, to inhale its perfume. After a while, having organizing her room with all her belongings, Natasha decided to take a nap. The long hours of traveling and stress had taken their toll on her. Later in the afternoon, she was awakened by a voice in the far background, a sultry voice, "Yes, Mom. Yes, Mom, I am fine. Yes, I made it okay. Alright, bye, love you." As Natasha regained her lucidity, she remembered that she had yet to meet her other roommate. Once again her heart seemed to pound in her chest, even as the haze of her interrupted nap made her body calm and placid. Natasha tiptoed to peak into the living room and saw what looked like a blonde Amazon from Greek mythology. The incredibly voluptuous girl looked like one of the warriors of Scythia. Her towering height seemed to augment her curves to epic proportions. The blonde beauty must have been well over six feet tall. Her bleached-blonde hair had an almost blinding effect under the kitchen's bright light. Her skin was white like oriental alabaster, and sprinkled with pink freckles. Her hips were broad and womanly, and her calves and thighs were thick in an immaculate symmetrical perfection. Natasha thought that this was an apparition out of a comic book. As the Amazon turned to open the fridge, Natasha's eyes nearly popped out of her face; white fleshy buttocks were spilling out from the tan-colored cargo-shorts. "Haaa, ohhh..." an audible gasp escaped Natasha's lips. The tall girl gracefully turned on her haunches to inspect the noise, replying, "Hello there. I saw you sleeping earlier. I apologize if I woke you up speaking with my mother. You know how they are." Natasha swallowed deeply as she did her best to keep eye contact with the blue-eyed Amazon. "O-oh, don't worry about it. My name is Natasha," she said, extending a friendly hand. "Awesome! I am Carrie," the girl replied politely, even while seeming somewhat distracted or uninterested. Her raspy, sensuous voice seemed to thunder in the silent apartment. Nonchalantly the towering beauty broke the handshake and walked to the living room, almost disregarding the shorter and less imposing girl. Natasha unconsciously breathed deeply as the sultry behemoth passed next to her, a now instinctive habit that seemed to surface around beautiful women. She immediately caught an earthy scent that made her nose tingle. She quickly figured it to be the natural scent of Carrie's flesh. Obviously she wasn't wearing perfume; she would have identified that essence immediately, much as she had done with Jennifer's fruity fragrance. This, however, was a more subtle musk that made her depths growl with a strange and unknown passion. It was the smell of sweat, perhaps a slight piquancy of underarm, an alluring feminine spiciness that seemed to fire Natasha's nervous system. As Carrie strolled into the living room, Natasha's eyes fixated on the obscene wiggling of her ass cheeks. The excess flesh of the monumental mounds spilled out of it constraints with impetuous diligence. Natasha found the view breathtaking; she couldn't figure out how so much overflowing femininity became meticulously sculpted into a tiny wasp-waist. The blonde girl pointed out certain things to Natasha in the living room, among them, the new television that she brought for everyone to use. "Isn't it cool? It's a hi-def television. Use it whenever you want-that is, of course, unless I am watching the O," Carrie blurted out, followed by a hypocritical smile. "S-sure. Th-thanks. I mean, it-it's yours," Natasha replied, acquiescently. The blonde girl turned around with an almost provocative twist and bent over to switch the television on. Her large apple-buttocks looked exquisite to Natasha from her viewpoint, and she couldn't help the naughty and somewhat crude thought that came helplessly to her head. She suddenly imagined herself on her knees, her face buried between the desirable mounds, exploring a piece of that wonderful world. She couldn't help but shiver as she remembered the girl's natural fragrance. Maybe the girl's subtle musk partly came from between her legs. Once again Natasha embarked in the torturous wonderings that seemed to consume her very existence. 'What would such a beautiful cunt be like? What delectable fragrances lie between those pale thighs?' As Natasha made conversation with Carrie, she found her a truly unique specimen, a sample of power and grace ready to impose its mightiness and dominion upon the weak of heart. Her eyes had a penetrating effect on Natasha, bringing about an estranged submissiveness in the less assertive girl. She didn't know why, but she found herself ready to serve this mighty goddess as well. Her confidence and self-assurance ranked as high as that of the other beauty she had met earlier, yet her vanity flowed spontaneously, almost naturally. Natasha quickly learned both girls already knew each other and were juniors expecting graduation. Jennifer had been a cheerleader for two years, but decided to drop the demanding commitment to fully dedicate her time to sorority business. Carrie had been committed to her sorority from the time she had left high school. She was active and well-known within her social club. That night Natasha didn't get any sleep. She had gotten what she prayed for. All those nights of secret pleas and hopeless wishing were materialized right before her very eyes- - so much beauty and sensuality, and yet, all that power and natural dominance, self-anointed authority ready to own the services and benefits of a willing maiden, of a young helpless virgin starving to satisfy the needs of such self-importance. Natasha didn't know how these feelings came about, but they seemed to have been a logical part of her character. In her mind it was a coherent deduction, only mere reasoning to put herself at the disposal of two superior beings - a testament to the fact that the embodiment of self-assurance is built into a person's spirit rather than flesh and bones. Natasha was as gorgeous a young lady as they come, yet her soul projected a desperate and feeble character, and aura of naivety ready for severe exploiting. As she rolled in her bed, images of the two girls suffocated her. It seemed all like a dream. Being stranded in living quarters with two commanding beauties was more than she had bargained for. It was the consummation of divine fate. Not only was she stuck with cunt, but she was living with royal cunt! In her mind, all the more sweeter - perhaps even more fragrant than the ones she had ever imagined. She buried her face in the pillow just imagining what it would be like; maybe a calming and appeasing warmth, an invaluable and precious perfume waiting to mystify her soul. If only Jennifer would have bent over a little further; she would have had hard evidence to dream and fantasize about. Just the shadow of the burgundy skirt on her thighs lived in her mind now. But that was enough to set her body aflame. Enough to make her wonder what enigmas nestled between the gorgeously tanned limbs. When her body let up, she managed to fall asleep. The next morning she woke up to the sound of melodious voices in her head. They seemed to be reminiscent of a dream that she could not remember. The voices crooned simultaneously: 'Natasha - sweet Natasha we need you so much....' Even though the voices puzzled her, she managed to shake the occurrence off and move on with the day ahead. The first two weeks of her life as a freshman were hectic. Alien to the college environment, she struggled to keep up with the fast pace. She hardly had time to breathe. Even her schedule was so overwhelming that at times she forgot about her true mission - her true calling, but not for too long. She always seemed to have time to reminisce about the girls she lived with. After the fourth week she managed to create an agenda that helped her manage her time wisely. And after things seemed to have dwindled into a steady pace, her life took a drastic change. She had hardly seen her roommates after the first day. 'Perhaps they are as busy as I am', she thought. She would start to spend more time in the apartment - more than usual, hoping to catch a glimpse, or perhaps even the scent of Jennifer or Carrie. Strangely enough it started to preoccupy her. She felt the necessity to be in their presence, maybe even feel their warmth somehow. She even missed some classes hoping to stumble into either one - but to no avail. Then she remembered that sororities in the university provided housing for the students. 'Ohhh- I already hate those places.' Then, she came up with a thought, an idea so bright that it seemed only illogical to have not entertained it before. On a prophetical afternoon, she decided to search the girl's rooms. The idea even though risky, provided a solution to the frustration that was driving her insane. She needed to have an intimate look into the lives of these immaculate goddesses, and their belongings seemed like the best answer. Summing up her courage, she knocked on Jennifer's room - just an act of insurance to protect herself from surprises. As she carefully opened the door, a waft of the girl's fruity perfume caressed her nostrils. The scent immediately made her skin glow with a subtle warmth, and it brought the girl's image to her head. Inspecting the neatly organized room from the door, she noticed that the predominant color was pink. Natasha thought it looked like the room of a well-pampered princess. As she was about to take her first steps into the room, the familiar sound of keys startled her. Quickly shutting the door, she ran to the kitchen to welcome the intruder. She was greeted by Jennifer, who seemed to be in a hurry. 'Hey there...long time no see you!' Jennifer said with a hasty pace. 'H-hi there...why such hurry?' Natasha asked nervously. 'Ugghhh...I have like so much crap to do that it's not even funny!' The girl replied hastily walking away from Natasha, uninterested to start a conversation. When Jennifer locked herself in her room, Natasha lounged in the living room. As she watched the television, she couldn't help the feeling of emptiness that crept up on her. She thought a mere glimpse would have sufficed, but she was wrong. She needed much more than that; she needed to contemplate this beauty - in her mind forever didn't seemed long enough. Engaging in her usual self-torture, she drowned in her ever flowing river of thoughts. 'What if...How would it be....?' But her thoughts were cut short as she heard a voice calling her name: 'Natasha, do you happen to have an iron?' Turning to look, she was left breathless. Jennifer was nonchalantly standing in only a bra and skimpy panties. The girl's tanned flesh made perfect harmony with the cream-colored garment. Her abdomen was perfectly smooth and firm; her hips flared harmoniously from her waist - giving her a perfect hourglass look. Natasha was totally mute and out of breath as she took in the sight. The girl's physique surpassed anything that she had seen on television. 'Well!!! Do you or do you not?' The girl inquired somewhat exasperated. 'A-ah y-yes of course...I'll get it for you' Natasha managed to blurt out. Natasha tore the iron from her closet, and ran back to meet the girl in the living room. She didn't want to make Jennifer wait. Entering the living room, she was stopped on her tracks. Jennifer was facing towards the television. The cream-colored thong was wedged deeply in between the creamy tanned cheeks of her buttocks. The sight had Natasha pleading for mercy. It was just too much for her to handle. 'Oh, there you are. Are you okay hon? You look sick.' The girl said with a puzzled look on her face, oblivious to her effects on Natasha. 'Yehhh - I guess I am fine.' Natasha replied with great effort, surrendering the object. 'Okayyy...If you say so!' Jennifer quickly walked away with a mission, nodding her head in bewilderment. Natasha fell to the couch almost dizzy with lust. She didn't how she could go on living after having witnessed so much beauty - all concentrated in one breathtaking body. Natasha felt the girl's buttocks looked good to eat, even devour. She couldn't conceive such sensuality to be real. It overwhelmed her senses to the point of numbness. It was an awkward, yet extraordinary experience. When Jennifer came back out from her room, she had showered and freshened up. Natasha found herself staring in astonishment once again. The girl roamed around the kitchen in a pink turtle neck and black miniskirt. Sexily chewing a piece of gum, the minx looked incredible. It became obvious to Natasha that Jennifer was headed to some kind of social event. The potency of her perfume permeated the air heavily with its expensive scent. Natasha felt jealousy of the people that were going to enjoy the company of this princess. Yet, she could only watch in silence as the girl exited the apartment. Quickly getting on her feet, Natasha went back to culminate her unfinished business. As she once again opened the door to Jennifer's room, a loud gasp escaped her lips: 'Haaaaaa....Oh my gawd!' Her heart accelerated to an alarming rate, and her knees weakened. What she saw brought a knot to her throat. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. Jennifer's thong lied discarded in the middle of her bed. As Natasha slowly approached it, she was a nerve-wrack. 'Is this real?' She couldn't believe her luck. The cream-colored underwear seemed to glow like a shinning star. Perhaps it was only her imagination. They carried the promise of liberation - freedom of a tortured soul. They were the answer to many years of mental and spiritual oppression, the unshackling tool that swore to set her free. With tears of sentiment flowing from her emerald eyes, Natasha picked up the still warm thong and brought it to her nose. Closing her eyes in emotional anticipation, she inhaled deeply and passionately. Then, all lights went out, and her knees gave in. Sinking to the floor, she sobbed loudly and sniffed diligently. This was her only reason for living - what made her get up from bed every morning, the reason why she wanted to stay alive, the very essence of her being. This, which now avidly caressed her nostrils and filled her lungs; this, was the only reason for her existence - the warm smell of a girl's cunt. And she was in heaven as she relished in its unique musk. It was more fragrant than the most fragrant flower, an invaluable perfume. It was the smell of beauty, the scent of never-ending pleasure, the aroma of happiness; A fragrance that could never be captured in a bottle. Almost automatically Natasha did something that she avoided doing at all costs. She only saved it for special or even veridical moments. It was something she had learned a couple of years back, by accident. Deep inside of her she knew it wasn't appropriate, but the moment screamed for it. Bringing her hand inside her panties she started masturbating. With the warm thong to her nose, she rubbed her very wet vagina languidly, thoroughly enjoying the invaluable moment. Then, she heard a faint gasp that startled her. Quickly opening her teary eyes, she made out a silhouette in the doorway. As she cleared her eyes in terror, the figure became clear. It was Jennifer staring at her from the doorway. Her face was slightly tilted, and her jaw wide open. Her expression was that of confusion and horror. To be continued...