7 comments/ 15445 views/ 16 favorites Where Do I Go From Here? Pt. 01 By: janellef I never expected this. I am a straight girl who has all the proper fantasies. I soak nightly in my luxurious bath, eyes covered with a damp wash cloth, as the lavender scented water soaks my body. Sometimes I even imagine attendants, as many as three of them, pouring water from their hands onto me. I know, Queen of the Nile, type dreams. I'm sure you have those dreams when you feel a soap soaked scrubbie moving across your breasts. How easy is it to imagine an attendant coaxing you to sit up so she can wash your back? Yes, then someone gently picks you up to carry... Oh, sorry, got caught up in the dream there. You have to admit though, it is a wonderful dream. I am well adjusted. My daddy adored me, men I work with and see through the course of my day flirt with me. I even have a husband. It's not like I'm not desired. Ok, even if we hadn't done it in over two years the evidence is as obvious as the ring on my finger. I know the lack of a, 'love life,' per se could indicate a serious problem but my career is important. Sometimes I am just too tired. I know, the old headache excuse is very lame. Just because we haven't, doesn't mean I don't,'wanna.' Anyway, I was at a new work out spa that evening, योनि. I've heard somewhere that it is a Hindi word. Basically it is a work out spa for women only. I'm not quite sure why it is, women only, but it sure is nice not being ogled by horny men while you work out. It was a very quiet night, very few women there. My mile swim was quite invigorating. My thoughts were neither weighty that night nor trivial. After the swim I was sitting on the edge of the pool my legs dangled in the water, gently paddling under the surface. 'Hmmm, I could stay right here, just like this,' I mused. I watched the water eddy and peered into the bluish tinted depths. The lights were dimmed. "We have been closed for awhile young lady." a disembodied voice announced. "Oh." I stood up, a bit surprised by that. I walked alongside the pool. The darkened exterior room on the other side of the windows allowed them to act as mirrors. I stopped and looked,(figuring that I had already broke protocol with nothing to lose,) "Not bad for a 23 year old wife," I mumbled quietly. 5 feet, 4 inches, 125 lb., strawberry blonde, I considered my,'laugh lines,' how they become more obvious every year, in spite of the lack of laughter in my life. I ended the musing, "Not as,perky." and remembered how much I hate that word. My face reflected back to me my scowl as I turned slightly and looked at my big butt. "Oh well," I walked to the shower with the thought, 'how female, affirmation mingled with self-doubt.' I looked through the colonnade into the shower room. It was empty, "Nice." I said aloud. I removed my suit and grabbed my toiletries from the locker. The last shower head, (being the one giving the most amount of body space, since there are no more,) waited for me. The water was perfect and pelted my body, I felt wonderfully alive. I savored that feeling, turned my back to the wall and closed my eyes. I could not help myself. I have seen that commercial with a young woman arched backwards under a waterfall. My head was back, my spine was bowed slightly, and my legs were opened a bit wider than normal, (making a body part very obvious,) the water was saturating my hair, the excess running in rivulets down my body. I moved my head side to side slowly. A woman spoke as she entered the shower bay, "After enhancing her beauty, she displays herself." I snapped out of my fantasy, "Oh!" I thought, 'Talk about a free show.' "No, uh, just stretching my muscles." I turned to the right, my back to her and laughed lightly. "Oh, if you choose to deny?", her voice moved from the distance towards my turned back, "Who am I to contradict?" The distance between her and my shower space became frightfully close. "Why are those things so, close!" I mumbled. "Pardon me dear?" she said. "Yes." I faced the shower head and angled myself towards the wall. "Right." My space had been invaded by an army of one. "Don't stop on my account Dear." she said quietly. Out of the side of my eye I watched her reach to adjust the spray and the temperature of the water. She turned her face to me. Her arresting emerald green eyes, that had seen every thing, seemed to be trying to see the rest of 'every thing,' inside me. She continued knowingly, "There is nothing more delightful than a beautiful young woman displaying her naked body to me." I was stunned by her words, "Pardon?" I quickly turned my body to the right and faced her. "What?" I noticed her body was toned, not 'body builder,' style either. I continued my interjection, " 'Displaying?' " She was much taller than me also. As she continued, uh, 'scanning,' me I noticed her hair was very auburn, very long and wavy suggesting a cascade. Definitely not, 'L`oreal Auburn color #5!' I continued staring at her. She turned away and reached into the spray cupping water to splash on her body, "Almost, perfect." I watched the water splashing and dripping from her breasts. She feinted her shoulder towards me and stepped around to face me. "You. Not the water." She was bare. As obvious as I had been. "Oh!" I faked a cough, "Excuse me!" I turned quickly to the container of soap, which I fumbled and dropped. "Oh, I'm... clumsy." I giggled like a school girl and backed up against the wall. "It's all right," she bent to retrieve it then looked up at me, "stop acting dear." I watched her silently as she arose and held it out to me. "Hello?" she spoke quietly and placed the soap on the dish. "Uh... " that word was near breathless and whispered as I looked about the room then at her. She walked towards me, "We are two women." (she enunciated the word, 'women,' clearly,) "I am not attracted to giggling coeds." "Oh... " I stammered, "uh... " "I see you here three times a week, you work out very intensely." she complimented me gently. "Yes," I replied turning back to the shower, "yes, oh... " I wrung the scrubbie in the water to wet it, "where's...?" I nervously looked around the shower room then glanced to the floor. "Here, remember?" she reached and moved my hand gently to the soap dish, "You dropped it." She turned my hand so my palm was up. "Oh!" I thought about her words regarding, 'acting,' and the concept, 'maturity.' She placed the container there. She then stroked her fingertips lightly upwards from my wrist to my elbow. I felt a flush of heat flow throughout my body as her fingernails trailed afterwards to the hollow of my elbow. I was instantly and obviously aroused. Breathing deeply 3 or 4 times only increased it. My moan was almost silent, almost. "You have lovely breasts dear," she said quietly, "and a lovely body as well, I'm sorry that my honest sexuality frightens you." With a very nervous laugh I interrupted, "No, no, that's not," Peripherally I saw a measure of soap drizzle from the scrubbie to the floor, "... really! I just don't understand," I looked down and watched the water eddying the soap into the drain. I looked up at her, "I mean, my god, I'm acting like," "That is correct." she interrupted me, "You are acting." She turned back to the shower and channelled some water onto her face. "You know what this is. Fright is natural." "Fright?" I said. "Yes!" She turned. She coaxed me to turn and face her. Her eyes remained looking at where mine were to be, (as I looked everywhere but at her.) I eventually looked in her eyes. She then referred to what I had been staring at earlier, by moving hers downward. She moved her eyes upwards again leading mine. It seemed as if a spot light had been shined inside me. "Many women are," she paused, "... the first time." I thought about those 3 words, silently mouthing them. "Fear is a doorway, come through it and find out what awaits you." She moved closer to me. "I own this place." she said. I nodded at her. "I closed it to be alone with you." I considered her words. "I hope you appreciate that. Would you wash me?" She joined me under the spray from my shower head and turned her back to me, "I appreciate you." She turned her head to look at me again, "Please?" I moved the scrubbie to her back thinking of all of this. I placed her long hair over her shoulder and gazed at her neck and shoulders. I heard her soft sigh as my hands squeezed the scrubbie allowing the suds to run in minute rivulets down her back. I gathered the eddies lazily into swirls as I gently scrubbed. My eyes followed the criss crossing path on her soft skin. I watched the spray rinsing her skin leaving a sheen after my scrubbing. I lowered to my haunches to wash more of her. "Hmmm." she turned her head and looked over her shoulder at me. She then turned towards the wall and braced herself against it, "This is an invitation Dear." I mused, 'First time. I've waited for this, why not?' I placed the scrubbie on the floor. I moved my hand between her legs and touched her softly with the underside of my fingertips. She murmured quietly and shut off the shower. She stepped backwards, her legs opened more. Her back bowed slightly, head lowered. I folded my middle finger between her and my palm, and moved my palm. She moved on my hand slowly, sensually. I was captivated and watched her labia move. I listened to her quiet moans. I reached around her hip to coax her body to face me then reached for her hand. "Just a tad bit forward aren't you dear?" she said looking down at me. "I want to... uh... I mean, may I?" I said to her as I knelt like a supplicant in front of her. She smiled at me, "You may." She offered her hand to me, "Please help me sit." I helped her. I sat beside her legs. I looked directly at her Mons Veneris. I stared at it wanting to memorize its every fold. I then looked in her eyes, with a full blush. "Do not be ashamed by your desire young lady." Not sure whether or not I was hearing her or a projection of her thoughts, I reached to caress her full breasts; the softened lines, the curves, the swells. I then traced over her nipples with my fingers. I lowered my face to her breast, the tip of my tongue eager to lick. I anticipated this more than I had ever anticipated anything. "May I?" She placed her hand on the back of my head and lowered my face to her nipple. Her other hand took my hand and placed it directly on her mound. Again I felt the heat of her smooth hairless skin. I then moved my fingers in tiny tentative circles above her vulva as I kissed her nipple. Her hand held my head as her breathing became deeper and more vocal accompanied with tiny whimpers of pleasure. My fingers moved over and down between her legs. I moved around on my knees in front of her turned my hand so my fingers pressed upon her vulva. I moved them slowly to savor the feeling of the bare skin of my hand, contrasted, by the wonderful difference created by her wet puffy labia and the heat of her deep desire on my knuckles. She moaned quietly and reached under my arms, brushing the sides of my breasts, as she clutched my back pulling me towards her. I laid there moving my breasts slightly side to side while kissing hers. I then licked a nipple feeling it harden. I closed my lips around it and licked all the way around it feeling it soften as my tongue moved naturally over it. I pressed it into the soft surrounding flesh, munched at it with my lips. Her nipple came out into my mouth demanding I suck it as her voice murmured sweet coos and whispered encouragement to me. She held my head moving it from one breast to the other while my breasts smeared the wet between her legs. I kissed and licked her nipple. She gently raised my head as I breathed in deep and caught her scent. She moved my face down, moved my hand to caress her breast, my palm over the nipple. She knew what she wanted. She guided my head there. She raised and lowered her hips showing my tongue how to lick her, down and up. She pushed gently on the back of my head to help me seal my lips taking my kisses. I moved my tongue into her then up and back in a languorous manner lapping, tasting her as her wet seeped into my mouth. The first full taste of another woman, tangy. Then as if the source had been tapped, the next seepage immense, thick, newly textured, abundant, so sweet, so freely given. She held my face there dropped her hips and cried out. I realized I couldn't breathe and remembered to open my mouth. I gasped, inhaled her atmosphere. I moved my tongue into her lapping her wet into my mouth my senses being overwhelmed by the scent and taste. She began to move her hips wanting what I gave; my hands caressed her breasts as my tongue licked in her then on the hood of her clitoris. I licked around it, my tongue swirling and darting as she began to gasp elementally taking my shameless worship. Suddenly she moved forward in need clutching my head. Her moans and gasps became the accompaniment to her moving my face, using my tongue and mouth. She gasped, her voice tightened with desire, as her orgasm blessed my worship. Opening my eyes, (I looked up at her and saw a sight I never thought I'd see,) I felt the spasms and throbs as her moan became one long drawn out counter melody to her orgasm's pulsations. I watched the rolling movements of her body as the orgasm flowed through her. My mouth remained there suckling and licking. I heard delighted coos and murmurs. Finally after the longest time she lifted my face, "That, was your first?" I laid next to her, my face above her breast nuzzled there, "Yes." "Hmmm," she looked at me for the longest time. "there is no way I am going to take someone as delightful as you in a shower room." "Uh." "Shh!" she admonished me. "Meet me at the information desk tomorrow, 6:30 PM sharp!" She stood slowly so I would not plop onto the floor, then reached for my hand, "Please?" I stood. She pulled me close to her and reached to the back of my head. She kissed me on my forehead then kissed me fully on my lips, "Hmmmm, you taste sexy." I laughed embarrassed. She continued, "You're going to be very tasty and sexy tomorrow night for me. I am going to enjoy your virginity, and give you, your first. Personally." "Yes." I said. She turned and walked out in the same manner that she had entered the shower room; which is to say, like a Goddess. I took her scent on my lips and body home to my Husband. Where Do I Go From Here? Pt. 02 If he noticed it, he didn't consider it noteworthy. Truth to tell I really didn't care. I decided to be nice spending some time, doing it, well at least one of us did. My hand, actually, to be more specific. He groped and squeezed my breasts while I stroked him to orgasm. I listened to his moans and gasps as he kissed my face. He was kissing and inhaling another Woman's scent. Oh well, she was in my mind anyway and there was no way he was going to, 'get it,' before she did. She was to be in my dreams tonight. I'm sure she would be in most of the morrow's daydreams. As I have said I do have responsibilities. As the hours passed I was ambivalent; torn between anticipation of the soon to be known, and what I considered comfort. At 6:00 PM though, I was ready. Yes, I went. "Uh." I obtained the attention of the desk clerk, (at exactly 6:30 PM,) "I'm supposed to meet," "Yes, hold one," she smiled at me and reached for the phone. "Ma'am?" her voice paused, "Unh uhhh. Yes she is prompt." her head nodded, "Yes Ma'am." She then smiled at me and replaced the phone receiver, "She'll be right with you. Soon." "Thank you." I replied. I stood in silence and marvelled about the quality of communication and the efficiency present in her operation. I wondered though, if my secret was common knowledge. She rustled some papers on the desk, "She is quite nice isn't she?" I looked at her, "Uh, yes," then turned to hide a blush, " ... but, I just met her though." I realized I didn't even know her name. "Oh? Well," she batted both her eyelids in a bright quick wink, "don't worry she doesn't uh, Oh! Here she is." "Hello Dear." she reached for my hand, "Nicole," she addressed the clerk, "this is," she looked at me for a prompt. I immediately responded, "Deanna." "Deanna, my new ... 'Ingénue,' " "Hello Deanna." Nicole acknowledged me. " ... we're going out. No calls. Ta ta." Nicole nodded and bowed her head as, 'She,' draped my arm on hers and turned us towards the entrance to leave. "Ingénue?" I said to her at the door and smiled quizzically. "Yes," her voice underscored the finality of her word. "I think it is quite, 'apropos.' " she continued, " 'Ingénue, a young or naïve woman.' Are you not this?" I stopped, "Well," "Deanna," she turned to me, "last night." She placed her fingertips under my chin and tilted my head upwards. I looked into her eyes. Her words conjured the memory. Her scent and the atmosphere of our time was nearly tangible. I wanted her to embrace and kiss me right there in front of everyone. She did just that. "I told you to stop acting." I felt a gentle warmth suffuse my body as I acknowledged to myself that I did not care about this public display. "I promise." I whispered after her soft kiss left its' imprint on my trembling lips. "Silly girl." she opened the door for me. I would no longer, 'act.' I finally decided it was time to respond. "We're going somewhere very exclusive." "Oh,'' I said, "where?" "Soon sweetheart, we'll be there soon." As we rounded the first corner's block intersection she gently guided me further down the sidewalk as we talked about me, my career, my desires, my husband. "Oh, I don't know,'' I replied to her pointed question, ''he's ok I guess, for a man.'' "Are you not satisfied?" Her frankness lengthened my pause. "Well, I don't know. Isn't satisfaction a time related event?" I replied, "I can't know what's not there yet. Besides, I'm to do what I am to do." "Last night you made love to me. Believe me, I was satisfied." she said quietly. I did not answer. She stopped, "We are here." It was a very old Victorian style house, no more than 1 ½ block from the spa. It was three stories high. It commanded the space on the lot much more than the store fronts and shops abutting it. Just like her. Stone steps lead the way to a huge wrap around porch with wicker chairs on the sides and a hanging rocker for two on the other side of an imposing ornately carved wooden door. "This is my world." She said as we walked to the door, "I own the entire block." She placed her palm on an indented carving identical to the icon at her spa. An ultra violet light beam scanned her palm. "No man has ever entered here. Welcome." What a world! The entry was a foyer that stretched out before us at least 10 feet, panelled with a very blondish style of wood I had never seen before. (It almost seemed to radiate a pinkish hue.) Doors, (leading into rooms?) on both sides with mirrors interspersed. There were pictures of women, all approximately her age, garbed in clothing appropriate for the era in which that particular woman, 'reigned,' over this house. There is no other word to describe the, 'atmosphere,' of the pictures. Every thing that I could see inside this house designated that Royalty lived here. At the end of the foyer we were met by a red haired green eyed young woman approximately 25 or 26. "This is my, attendant, Nancy." Nancy nodded to me as she reached for my things, "Nancy. We will have tea in the front room." she took my arm and escorted me into her house. "Yes Ma'am." Nancy nodded as she placed my things in a closet. "Come." she escorted me to a sitting room. We sat on the most comfortable over stuffed floral patterned love seat I had ever seen. "So!" she turned and looked at me. I knew she was expecting an answer to her question regarding satisfaction. "No I am not satisfied." She nodded her head, "To achieve satisfaction?" She leaned towards me and kissed me. Her tongue slid effortlessly in and claimed everything. It seemed to pulse with its own rhythm as it filled the empty of my mouth. She broke the kiss. As the sensuality of her kiss slowly evaporated, allowing a tiny glimmer of, satisfaction, to feel its life, I noticed Nancy had quietly entered the room with the tea set. She was standing there quietly. She continued and answered her question, "All you need to do, is attend to her needs." "Thank you Nancy," she turned to her, "you may leave us." "Yes Ma'am." she nodded, turned and walked away from us, leaving us alone. "So, we shall attend to her." she said. "I'd like that." I murmured quietly. "Do you trust me?" "What? I'm here." I answered. "No!" she moved her head side to side and interrupted, "Just schuss a minute before you answer. Do...you..." She moved her fingertips to under my chin and lightly lifted my face to look from her eyes to mine, "trust me?" "Well," I deliberately answered, "I guess I'm not sure what you mean." "You are about to be immersed into the ways of Lesbian sexuality. Do you know that if you say, 'no,' " her words were endearing and suggested heart to heart intimacy, "I will ensure that your, 'no,' is honored?" 'Forever?' I facetiously thought. I realized though, this was an important question and my answer was needed to acknowledge my desire. "I trust you.'" "Ok." she nodded her head and laid her hand on mine, "Then tell me what you want." I took a deep breath, "I want a new perspective to my sexuality." I turned my hand and held hers. I placed her hand on my cheek, "I want to lay in front of a woman and smell nothing but her. I want to taste her, I want her to taste me. I want to lay on her, feel her lay on me." I continued, "I want some wonderful woman to teach me how to be with a woman." "You have come to the right place. Now, go upstairs Jasmine will attend to you, wash the scent of your husband's hands from your body." she said and gently stroked my cheek. "Yes Ma'am." I stood. "Oh, by the way, thank you for not spoiling your scent with panties." I didn't have to look. I knew my blush was accompanied with hardened nipples. "I caught your scent at the counter in the spa. What a wonderful aphrodisiac Dear." "To honor you." "No, to excite me," she laughed knowingly, "I'm positive that Nicole caught it too. She has a nose for that. She will be joining us." She swatted my butt, "Maybe I will have her punish you for being such a naughty girl. Now go before I devour you right now." "Yes Ma'am." She reached to my arm stopping me, "By the way, Jasmine just can't help herself. Remember, 'No,' Dear. I give you your first!" I walked up the stairs, a stairway that could have inspired some of the most lavish of Hollywood sets, and headed upwards to the next level. I glanced back to her seated in the room, she was on the phone. I turned my head back and looked up the ascending stairway, Jasmine was there. She had the blackest hair I had ever seen, black eyes, a red dot on her forehead. She was dressed in a diaphanous Sari, her dark nipples and dark patch clearly evident. "I am Jasmine," her melodious voice said, (a soft, crisp, clear, Hindi accented voice,) "I am to ... attend to you ... yes?" "Uh. yes I'm," "Yes! Yes, you to come with me." she gestured down the hallway, "Yes." I followed her. She stopped at a door. "Here." she gestured for me to precede her into a room. Candles were everywhere, on every available shelf, at every available spot. Steam was rising from a free standing bath tub in the middle of the room. Scented oils and soaps were sitting on a table beside the tub. Lilacs, tulips, irises, roses, blooming in their vases everywhere in the room. "Here," Jasmine escorted me to the tub, Rose petals were scattered on on the water's surface. "for you." I reached for the top button on my dress. "No, no," she said, " ... I am," and moved my hands beside my hips, "to, how you say?" "Undress?" "Yes." she quietly giggled and nodded her head, "Undress you." I remained still as her hands unsnapped the first button, then the second. I felt a delightful tremor in me as her fingers brushed my skin; a shivery sensation that continued until every button was unloosed. The dress fell to the floor. She held my hand and helped me step into the tub. I needed her help. She gathered my hair on top of my head after I sat in the perfectly heated water. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply to capture the smell of the water and the room. I felt water being poured gently on my body. I opened my eyes. Jasmine was kneeling beside the tub. She reached for the soap then dipped the bar into the water and lathered it. "You shall," She gently helped me lay back against the back of the tub, "Yes?" "Oh!" she accidentally pushed the scrubbie into the tub. She giggled as Her hand moved in the water trying to find it. She abandoned the search for the scrubbie, after spending a delightful amount of time searching for it between my legs. She lathered her hands and washed my shoulders. She lathered them again and washed downwards to my breasts. She washed my breasts with her hands. Which is to say she caressed me. I didn't want her to stop. She reached for my hand, tapped on it and held it as if I were a goddess. "You stand ... yes?" She, 'washed,' every remaining inch of my body as I looked down. She was kneeling there beside me. When her fingers washed, there, I closed my eyes and softly moaned. I lowered a tiny bit, my legs opened slightly. Her fingers moved deftly cleaning me. I knew what I wanted. "You want..." she looked up at me and smiled. "I should," her eyes were eager, " ... like Mistress? Yes? Bare, like Mistress?" I wondered how my Husband would react to that. I knew this would make me feel Virginal. I answered clearly, "Yes." She helped me sit then used her hands to rinse all the soap from my body. Again, I was being caressed. I felt as if I was floating, my eyes closed as I luxuriated in the softness of her touch. I felt the water level receding, opened my eyes and watched as she poured a measure of lotion unto her hand to moisten my skin there. I thought, 'I don't want to tell her no.' I closed my eyes and felt her fingers rubbing the lotion into my skin. She was soooo expert. I sighed and opened my eyes to watch her hold the tips of my pubic hair gently pulling them upwards. I heard the sound of scissors as she trimmed the excess then watched her drop the follicles into the tub's basin. She used her fingertips to slather more lotion there. I was shamelessly wet, lotion and me mingled. With deliberate sureness she shaved every inch of my Mons. Her expert hand never even coming close to nicking me. She reached under the bath tub and produced a jar of hot wax, coated one side of my vulva, waited, removed the hairs then did the same to the other side. She towelled my skin gently then poured a generous amount of lotion there and massaged it into my skin. I had never felt such exquisite sensations. Her fingers moved on me, in me, delightfully mingled the lotion and my wet. She rubbed me, her fingertips moved on my clitoris. I sat up quickly, removed her hand and cried out, "No!" Jasmine moved back from the tub's edge, "As you wish ma'am." She sat back on her haunches beside the tub as all the sensations cried out their disappointment to my fevered brain. My lungs exhaled the groan and I felt nothing else. I almost, knew, what I wanted. Straight girls dream what they have to, but I never would. "Well, well." she was at the doorway to the room, "As always dear one, you have prepared her well. Did she?" "No Mistress." Jasmine answered then rushed out of the room after standing and bowing to her. She walked to the tub and said, "Very good little one." She knelt level to the tub's rim. She reached her arms under my body and lifted me. She spoke quietly, मेरा नाम योनि है ।. (Meera naam vooni hai.) "Pardon?" I said and shook my head side to side, "I don't," "My name is Yoni." she said. "That's the Sanskrit word for," "I am Yoni." she interrupted. As she carried me down the stairs I said to her, "This is a very special place isn't it?" "Yes Dear, it is. Very." she said. My arm was draped around her shoulder, my face nuzzled in the hollow of her chin and neck. "Very special, did you notice that your, 'no,' was honored?" she whispered. I sighed and nodded. We were back in her sitting room. Oversized pillows however, had been scattered about the room to designate places to recline upon. The floor was covered with a satin sheet. Jasmine, Nancy and Nicole dressed in lace that complimented their skin and hair color, were reclined together. Their murmuring and giggling stopped after we entered. Each stood and waited as She took me to the center of the area. She laid me down gently. They encircled her. Jasmine was unpinning and detangling her hair as Nancy unbuttoned her blouse. Nicole knelt to unfasten her skirt. After Nicole and Nancy reverently removed her underthings she walked to me and laid beside me. "These," she moved her hand and referred to them, "are some of my Ladies. Ladies?" she spoke to them. She directed her attention to me again, "All Ladies belong to me, whether they know it or not." She moved her hand in a circle, then lowered her hand. All three of them reached to a clasp at their shoulder and released it. The lace fell to the floor. "Lovely aren't they?" she said to me. Jasmine; her long black hair hanging in lovely long thick strands beside her breasts, which were so beautiful with the very dark nipples. Her breasts were very firm and very large. Her body was voluptuous with a wonderful forest of ebony on her mound. Nancy; pale skin, pinkish hue, her hair like a mane, naturally curled, rested above her beautiful breasts. Her Coral hued nipples appearing as if ready to blossom; full, turgid, ripe. A natural red head. Nicole; very black hair long and straight, small breasts with pert little nipples her skin almost ivory hued, natural gothic pale. "Let's watch." she said to me, "Ladies?" she waggled her fingers at them and indicated they should play. The three of them laid on the sheet together. I watched them kiss each other; all three tongues moving on lips, all lips sharing first one, then another and another kiss, hungry kisses. Their hands, each caressing a breast, pinching a nipple. Their hands moved on each other in shared knowing embraces. Their fingers and hands moved everywhere. The passion grew by itself. Nancy's fingers between Jasmine's opened legs, so dark, mysterious, her scent everywhere. Nicole explored from the other side. Nicole was being caressed and petted by Jasmine as Nicole caressed Nancy. I felt Yoni's fingers moving on my arm to my shoulder, "My Ladies are such a pretty sight when they play." Her fingers traced a line down to the swell of my breast. "Did your husband like my scent on your lips?" I moved my head side to side, then up and down. I was unable to speak as her fingertips moved across my nipple then trapped it between them. The throb passed directly to my pussy. I watched Nancy trail kisses on Nicole's body. She stopped to suck her nipple into her mouth. Nicole groaned loudly as Jasmine's finger entered her. Yoni moved her hand to my other breast caressed it and whispered, "Did you fuck him?" I murmured negatively as Jasmine slid over Nicole's face then lowered her hips. "You've told him no all these years." Yoni whispered in my ear. I watched Jasmine raise and lower herself there. Nicole moved her tongue into Jasmine as her lips kissed and munched at her labia. "You won't tell me no will you?" She spoke the question as a statement as she helped me get on my hands and knees. "No Ma'am." I murmured as she moved to my side. She traced a line down my spine, between my cheeks, then between the labia. All of her fingertips caressed me like I had caressed her last night. She opened me like a dew soaked blossom. She pushed me gently to the Ladies, scooted me closer to them, "Join them." Jasmine reached out her hand to me from where she was seated on Nicole. Nancy lifted her head from Nicole's pussy and offered me the feast that had been at her lips. I took Jasmines' hand. She brought me close. All I wanted to do was taste Nicole, Nancy reached to the back of my head and pushed my face down to Nicole's pussy. She moved my face there, made it mesh, find spots of conformity. My tongue tasted. My lips were sealed. Her wet was being smeared on her pussy and all upon my face. Yoni was behind me leaning on my back her arm around me. Her hand held my breast in a caress, "You will let me have you." I moaned my answer and moved my tongue around Nicole's pussy. I felt a finger move into me. I had never felt a finger move inside me like hers, to the side, the other side, deep into me then curling down the knuckle pressing up as if opening me for more. Nancy held my head down on Nicole's pussy as Nicole began to be elemental in her taking of my adoration. Her hips moved up and down with determination, intent, hungry for satiation. Jasmine was beginning to cum. Her moans and cries mingled with her heavy breath and the tiny jerking movements of her pussy grinding on Nicole's mouth. I felt orgasm passing through Nicole with the contractions of her clitoris. A wonderful counter melody to her breath, as her wet saturated my face. "Jasmine, here." Yoni said as she kept moving her fingers in me. Jasmine moved from her place on Nicole's face to my side. I felt Yoni move to behind me. All of her fingers moved into me. I felt her knuckles moving against my pussy opening me for more. She said, "Look at me." I turned my head and looked at her. "Now Jasmine." Yoni said. Jasmine pushed gently on my shoulders and lowered my upper body to the pillow. She reached under me and began to move her fingers on my clitoris as Yoni moved her hand into me. I needed to do nothing else. Where Do I Go From Here? Pt. 02 Yoni said to me, "Share me, please me, be ... me. You may cum now." I awakened with the orgasm. He was sleeping on the couch, passed out as usual. I was laying on my stomach my hand under me soaked with my wet. I sighed and sat up. I arose and walked out to the front room and tapped him. "Hunh? Wha ...?" he mumbled and sat up. "Meera naam vooni hai." "What?" he said and laughed lightly. "I want you." I said and sat on him straddling his legs. "Yes I see." he laughed as I reached and pulled down his pajama bottoms. "Then, we have to talk." I stroked him until he became hard.