“Let me watch you give Tess a licking.” Marisa whispered.
Shane slid off the couch and positioned himself between my thighs. I trembled with anticipation as his tongue teased my thighs and navel avoiding where I really wanted him to play. Finally he ran it down through my pubes and into my slit, and I jumped as it flicked over my clitoris. It didn’t take long before I was at the right end one of the best lickings I’d ever had. Shane’s mouth spoilt my pussy to a lavished crescendo of pleasures without allowing me to cum. My lips were kissed, licked and sucked upon, my clitoris tormented while his finger attacked my lovely little G spot with expert precision. Looking down I could see my juices all over his face, but he carried on working me.
I felt Marisa climb onto the couch beside me; her mouth quickly found my breasts and gently kissed and licked them. I placed my arm around her shoulders and ran my fingers through her thick mane of hair as she moved upwards kissing my neck and ears. Again I consensually turned to meet her lips. Our embrace became more passionate, our tongues darting back and forth in each other’s mouth. I will always remember this moment, the ultimate pleasure of my clitoris being sucked while being kissed in a way that only another woman knows how. For some time we stayed just like that, Marisa holding my face still so that she could kiss me lovingly and passionately. Then she slipped from me.
I watched as she rolled face up onto the carpet and positioned herself between Shane’s powerful thighs. His body tensed as she took him into her mouth, and while I couldn’t see what was going on, he seemed to like what ever sin she was committing. She stayed like that for a minute or so, then slipped upwards and knelt beside my spread thighs to watch her husband licking me.
“That’s enough of that, its fuck time.” she suggested.
Shane wet face looked up from between my thighs.
“Do you want to fuck?” he asked.
I appreciated the question, but I was too far gone to say no.
I smiled, “Sure.”
An eager and smiling Shane raised himself into a kneeling position between my wide spread thighs, Marisa leaned over and suckled on his cock for a second or two before guiding it towards my pussy. With one hand she parted my lips and with the other guided her husband’s cock between them. She rubbed the head up and down the slit a few times before placing it at my opening.
I braced myself for the girth of Shane’s thick cock, but my aroused wetness accepted him with ease. I felt my pussy stretch as never before as inch by inch it entered me with short little strokes until he was in to the hilt.
“How’s that feel?” Marisa asked as Shane began to slide back and forth inside me.
“It’s quite nice.” I replied nervously after a few seconds of contemplation.
Marisa smiled, “You can relax; Shane won’t hurt you. He’s a wonderful lover.”
Shane smiled, “How do you like it, fast or slow?”
“Slow would be good.” I replied sensibly.
It didn’t take long for Marisa to get in on the act. Every now and then she would reach down and guide her husband’s cock from my pussy and then suckle on it before guiding it back inside me. Then she got a little braver and slid her face over my navel trying her best to get her tongue onto my clit as Shane slowly fucked me. I soon began to enjoy the size of Shane’s cock, for each push filled me completely. It was rock hard and my pussy hugged it tightly through his long strokes. And Marisa was right; her Shane was a very accomplished lover. His patience and gentleness with his large cock bringing me great pleasure, it was all very, very nice.
Marisa then climbed up on the couch and kissed me briefly before looking into my eyes, “Would you mind if I gave you a licking?”
I hesitated, not because I didn’t want her to, but it seemed strange that she would want to. Our kissing was intimate and with passion, but licking another woman’s pussy was again a little bit further down the track from my innocence.
“Are you sure you want to?” I stammered.
“Oh yes please, I’d love to.”
I nodded and Marisa jumped from the couch, and pulled Shane away from me, his cock springing free into the air.
“Bully.” he complained playfully as his hand found his rejected shaft and squeezed it gently.
I closed my eyes as Marisa positioned herself between my thighs. I didn’t have to wait long to feel her mouth between my pussy lips. I immediately noticed how soft and smooth her mouth was; none of the brittle whiskers that a man usually brings to the party. While she didn’t have the technique of her husband, her licking was very nice. It was more delicate and soft, her tongue just touching my clitoris as it lapped me gently and I found myself wriggling against her face. I felt the weight of Shane moving onto the couch beside me, and I opened my eyes to find his cock inches from my face. I reached for it fondling the slippery head and shaft as it moved closer to my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and took him as deep as I could, but after a few seconds his size caused me discomfort. I dropped it from my mouth; then sucked and licked the head as my hand stroked the shaft. Thankfully he seemed to be content with that.
“Would like to watch me and Shane fuck?” Marisa asked after awhile.
“Sure, that’d be fun.” I replied.
“Best go up to the bedroom.” Shane suggested.
We untangled ourselves and picked up our discarded clothes, Marisa took me by the hand and led me upstairs to their bedroom at the far end of the house.
“You having a good time?” she asked me while pulling the covers back.
“Absolutely, but I don’t know how I’ll feel about all this in the morning.”
Marisa laughed, “You’ll be too tired and sore to worry about it if we have anything to do with it.”
Shane’s cock had begun to wilt on the short journey from lounge to bedroom. After locking the door and dimming the light, Marisa eased him onto his back on the cool sheet and knelt beside him. He moaned as her mouth slipped over his cock, her hand sliding up and down the shaft. Shane reached for me and I moved closer so that he could touch me, his hands caressing my breasts and thighs. He encouraged me to lower my breasts to his mouth and he suckled on them as his hand found its way between my thighs. Our faces drifted closer until our lips met, but the kiss seemed awkward for both of us and we both pulled away. It dawned on that this was the first time that I’d had sex with someone that I didn’t passionately care for. It wasn’t that I was uncomfortable; it seemed that the sex was okay, but kissing Shane intimately wasn’t. This was strange, for I was all for kissing Marisa, but not her husband. These thoughts became too complicated, and I dismissed them from my mind.
Marisa rolled onto her back with her legs high in the air lowering her knees slowly back to her chest. Shane wasted no time in positioning himself over her and Marisa lifted her ankles over his shoulders while reaching for his cock. He snuggled closer as I moved in to watch his penetration. Marisa’s bald pussy lips were stretched wide around the thick head, and she moaned loudly as it slipped inwards little by little. Shane worked into her gently with little pushes gaining penetration until he was in all the way. I was intrigued watching his slick cock dragging her inner lips outwards each time he pulled out. It looked almost painful, but Marisa’s whimpers of pleasure and her pushing eagerly back against him convinced me otherwise. She soon dropped her legs and wrapped them around his buttocks to hold him tightly. When I tired of watching the attack on Marisa’s pussy, I moved upwards to find them hugging each other and kissing passionately. I smiled, for their intimacy was nice to watch. Marisa eventually noticed me and held out her hand for me to hold.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, this is exciting.” replied.
“Mmmm, sure is.” Marisa replied rolling out from under Shane and positioning herself on all fours with her buttocks high in the air.
Shane climbed to his knees and positioned himself behind her quickly rubbing his cock up and down her slit before guiding it towards her opening. Marisa winced as he tried to penetrate her.
“Run out of lube.” she admitted rolling forward to a bedside cabinet.
A small plastic bottle was produced and flipped high in the air for Shane to catch as Marisa again positioned herself in front of him. A little clear liquid was applied to his cock and then a dab to her lips; he pushed slowly into her causing Marisa to lower her head to the bed and moan quietly. For a short time she stayed still accepting his attack with apprehension. I knew from experience that doggie could be a vulnerable position. With someone hung like Shane, I too would struggle. It wasn’t long before Marisa sighed loudly and pulled away from her husband leaving his shiny cock swinging in the breeze.
She rolled him onto his back and mounted him, her hand quickly guiding his cock to her pussy. From my position behind them, I got a perfect view of Marisa’s pussy lips stretching around the head and then swallow his shaft inch by inch. I moved around to their side and found Marisa kissing Shane passionately, their bodies slowly writhing against each other. Their loving enthusiasm was nice to watch, the moans of pleasure, the slow kissing and the caressing enhancing their love making. After a while, Marisa turned to me and smiled.
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“Getting lonely?”
I shook my head, “I’m enjoying watching to two at it, never seen anything like this before.”
Shane laughed as he dropped a nipple from his mouth, “Thank god there’s no one else on this planet like Marisa; it would be too dangerous for men to walk the streets.”
Marisa frowned and slapped her breasts hard against his face, then turned to me, “For that comment I think you should sit on his face. That’ll keep him quiet, well for awhile anyway.”
I thought Marisa was joking, but she pulled me close and guided me astride Shane’s face so that I was facing her. I felt Shane’s hands slide up the outside of my thighs, and then his tongue slide deeply though my slit. I confess that the 69 position is not my favourite, while having my pussy licked is always nice, the thought that my lover is looking up at my butt hole is a little disconcerting. My worries were however short lived, for Marisa’s hands found my breasts and her mouth kissed me gently on the cheek. Again I had no hesitation in turning to meet her kiss, and we were soon locked in a tight passionate embrace. We all rocked gently against each other, Marisa riding Shane’s cock slowly as he licked my clitoris with great expertise.
My orgasm snuck up on me and was upon me before I realised. I felt my body tremble as the pleasure flowed through my body. Marisa broke our kiss and nuzzled my cheek.
“That’s it my girl.” Marisa whispered as I whimpered in pleasure. “Let yourself go and have a nice big cum.”
I eventually collapsed forward against Marisa who supported my trembling body, her lips again finding mine. I plunged my tongue deep inside her mouth and kissed her for many seconds while Shane’s tongue gently lapped at my most sensitive clitoris.
“Holy shit, that was good.” I confessed coming to my senses.
Marisa chuckled, “Looked good from here too. How about you Shane, how’d it look from down there?”
“Sorry girls; couldn’t see much from down here.” came a muffled reply.
“How about sitting on his cock while you’re still wet.” Marisa suggested slipping away from Shane.
I carefully spun around and mounted Shane, again his rock hard cock stretching me wide and filling me completely. Marisa mounted his face and made a great effort to slide her sopping pussy back and forth all over his face.
She smiled at me while doing so, “Oh, revenge is soooo sweet.”
I spent the next few minutes sliding slowly up and down Shane’s cock enjoying his thickness inside me. It was a novelty, for I had never experienced a cock his size. I liked the way the thick base stretched my opening wide exposing my clitoris, which Marisa had found with her fingers. I placed my arms around her shoulders so that we could kiss intimately as we moved back and forth on Shane. It wasn’t long before I experienced a second orgasm, smaller but no less enjoyable than the first. Again Marisa hugged me as the little tremors flowed through my body.
“You okay?” she asked after I finished.
I laughed, “I’m more than okay; that was fuckin great.”
We both rolled sideways from Shane and lay in a tangle of arms and legs. Marisa ran her hands over my breasts and nipples before moving downwards and stroking my wet pussy.
“You wanna try licking me?” she whispered.
I tensed, for her request was a surprise. I was a little unsure about her licking me, but the thought of me doing the licking needed a little more thought on my part.
Marisa recognised my reluctance and gave me a peck on the lips, “Its okay, just thought you might wanna give it a try.”
She rolled over to Shane who was stroking his cock while watching us. Her mouth quickly found his shaft and began to suck him slowly and noisily. I smiled as his eyes closed in pleasure as his wife expertly delivered a superb blow job. My attention turned to Marisa as her pussy was perfectly visible between her slight parted thighs. I wondered what it might be like to slip my tongue between her smooth bald lips; the thought of trying didn’t seem to be so abhorrent in my aroused state.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh, I’m gonna cum soon.” Shane moaned.
Marisa dropped his cock from her mouth and looked over at me, “How about you making him cum?”
I soon found myself spread eagled on the bed with my legs spread wide. Two pillows had been placed under my buttocks to lift me high from the bed and allowing Shane to kneel between my legs instead of lying on top of me. A little more lube made Shane’s penetration easy and then he began to work me. This time his approach was more vigorous and he was thrusting into me with hard long stokes resulting in the loud slapping of flesh upon flesh. I heard myself whimper each time he impaled me, something I’d never done before, before this night I’d always prided myself on being a quiet but passionate lay. Marisa’s hands were busy fiddling with my clitoris and pubes, but soon as Shane began to get close to orgasm, she placed her head on my navel.
“C’mon my sweet, cum on my face.” she whispered time and time again.
By this time Shane was pummelling me with his big cock and nearly knocking me from the pillows beneath. As I began to slip off, he grasped my thighs and secured me as his excited strokes became more frantic. I raised myself to watch as he removed his cock from me and pointed it towards Marisa’s well positioned face, his first long line of cum fired catching her beautifully. She grasped his cock and threw her mouth over it, and I could see the bulge of the head stretching her cheeks as he emptied himself into her. She swallowed diligently until Shane slowed and gave and almighty moan of ecstasy, then collapsed backwards on the bed a second or two later. Marissa followed him and continued to suckle his cock ignoring the line of cum all over her face. Swivelling her head towards me, she made sure I was still watching, then tore her mouth away from his cock and pointed it towards me.
“Wanna turn?” she asked.
“No thanks.”
The last thing I wanted was to taste cum when I didn’t have to. But Marisa didn’t seem to mind and licked up every drop she could find, then wiped the line from her face and licked her hand clean. She then straddled her husband and rubbed her pussy up and down his shrinking cock which now lay up his navel.
“How about a little kiss?” she asked playfully before poking out her slobbery white tongue at me.
“Yuk no.” was my reply as I settled back on the bed.
The next thing I know, Marisa’s face was between my thighs and her tongue exploring my damaged pussy. I put up it with for a few seconds before pushing her face away.
“Sorry, but it’s all worn out.” I said.
Thankfully Marisa withdrew and sat up on the bed between Shane and I.
“What a couple of spoil sports, there’s more fun to be had yet.” she pleaded.
Shane looked over at me and grinned, “Don’t worry Tess, she’ll settle down soon.”
Marisa did indeed settle down, and we all cuddled up together in a tangle of sweaty arms and legs.
“Good fun?” Marisa asked.
“Yep, great fun. Never had a threesome before. It was pretty exciting for me.” I replied.
“It was pretty exciting for us too, even though you wouldn’t lick my pussy.” Marisa replied in a mocking sulking voice. “Maybe next time.”
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Was there going to be a next time I asked myself as I lay in a sleepy stupor between them? I confessed to myself that it was the most exciting sex I ever had, even though it was devoid of any real feelings on my part. While I might regret it over the next few days, I had no doubt that I could be tempted to repeat the exercise if the circumstances were right. But would I be able to lick Marisa’s bald pussy like she wanted me to; that I wasn’t sure of. After a few little hugs and kisses, I wisely extracted myself from their bed and returned to mine at the other end of the house. My being found in mummy and daddies bed next morning with no clothes on by innocent little eyes might be a bit difficult to explain.
The next morning Molly did indeed find her way into my bed and gave me little cuddle before heading for her breakfast. By the time I arose, Shane had taken Molly for her dancing lesson which left Marisa and I alone in the kitchen drinking coffee and munching on toast. At first our conversation was a little uncomfortable, but she broke the ice on the subject that was on both of our minds.
She smiled across the table at me, “You okay about last night?”
“Yeah, I think so. It all seems like a dream now.”
Marisa chuckled loudly, “Well honey, I can assure you it was no dream. It full on and fun; and you my girl conducted yourself like a champ.”
“I can’t believe it actually happened; I’ve never ever considered doing anything like it. Have you guys done this sort of thing before?”
Marisa shook her head, “Nah. We both played the field before we met, but we’ve been faithful since. Not that we haven’t fantasised about bringing other people to our bed, but before last night it was just a game. Don’t worry; it was just as new to us as it was you. And just as much fun.”
I thought about it for a few seconds as I sipped my coffee, “But aren’t you a lesbian too?
Maria shook her head, “Nope, not really. When I was in my late teens I used to play around a bit with my best girlfriend. We experimented a few times, and licking pussy seemed natural at the time. The worst thing I ever did was confess that to Shane, just the thought of watching me lick pussy makes him just about cream his pants. Me licking you last night made his biggest fantasy come true.”
“But you’re not interested in other women?” I asked.
“Nope, not really although licking pussy is quite nice, and easier on the mouth than sucking cock, especially Shane’s. "
I laughed, “Yep, it’s a biggie alright. I’ve had a few, but never one that big before.”
“You like it?” Marisa asked.
“Yeah, but I’m a little sore this morning.”
“It took me awhile to get used to it when I first met him, but now I wouldn’t satisfied with a small one.” Marisa replied.
“Or even a normal one.” I added.
Marisa laughed loudly, “Even a normal one. I hope I didn’t make you nervous when I asked if you wanted to lick me. I thought you might want to try it.”
“It was a bit of a shock, that’s for sure. But I wasn’t really offended or anything.”
“Good.” Marisa replied with a mischievous look on her pretty face. “It’s quite nice though running your tongue through a nice warm pussy. I think girls have a better understanding of what to do. Last night sure brought back some memories and I confess enjoying doing it to you. So anytime you want to try licking pussy, you just call me.”
I grinned as a little flutter of arousal floated through me, and the idea of licking Marisa quickly cemented itself in my brain.
“It would seem really strange doing that, you wouldn’t mind if I asked to?” I asked.
Marisa laughed, “Hell no. We’re all adults and life is short. When we leave this earth, it should be knowing that we’ve done everything we ever wanted to. So if you wonder what its like to lick pussy, then go for it. Then you can cross it off ‘your want to’ list. If you want, you can lick mine right here and now.”
I felt a ripple of excitement soar through my body as I considered her lewd proposal, and then noticed that my panties were very wet. Could I do this I asked myself, and could I live with myself afterwards? But I was strong enough to realise that the seed had now been sown, and that I would always wonder. Maybe this was the best chance I’ll ever have.
“How long will Shane and Molly be?” I asked.
A glint flashed in Marisa’s eyes and a wide grin appeared as she looked down at her watch, “About an hour and a half, so we’ve plenty of time right now. Do you think we should go upstairs and fool around?”
The word ‘Yes’ escaped my lips.
“C’mon then, lets do it.” she replied and placed her empty coffee cup on the table before getting to her feet.
Like a lamb to the slaughter I followed Marisa upstairs to the bedroom. She pulled the curtains before removing her tee shirt and jeans leaving herself in a brief pair of white panties which were also quickly discarded.
From the walk in wardrobe, Maria got a large towel and spread it across the bed, then looked over at me.
“Get your clothes off too.” she ordered.
With a trembling heart and shaking hands, I slowly removed my clothing under Marisa’s watchful eyes. Then from the wardrobe, she produced a large white bag and removed a number of sex toys which were placed neatly on the bedside cabinet. She then looked over at me wearing nothing but a mischievous smile.
“Okay, come here.” she ordered sternly.
Marisa took me into her arms, gave me a peck on the cheek before guiding me downwards onto the bed and then climbed on beside me. I lay still in a nervous state as her hands glided lightly over my body slowly moving towards my breasts. I waited in anticipation as my sensitive nipples were touched and kissed, and then her wandering hands and mouth began moving downwards. I opened my legs in willing submission as Marisa’s fingers slipped through my curls and down into my wet slit, her long finger sliding up and down over my clitoris and into my opening.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm, who’s a horny little bitch?” Marisa purred as she reached across to the bedside cabinet and picked up a dangerous looking toy.
It was pink and blue with two heads, one longer than the other. I heard it jump into life as Marisa toyed with the buttons at the end while sliding her body over mine and positioning herself between my now wide spread thighs. I felt her fingers ease my pussy lips apart and then the pulsating head of the toy touch me for the first time.
I’d never had any involvement with sex toys, not that I wasn’t interested or anything, but I’d never had the opportunity before this day. The problems of obtaining one was as paramount of trying to hide it in my bedroom at home, and then finding the time to use it when there was no one else around. But as soon as that quivering head slid inside me, I knew that I was hooked. I pushed up eagerly at it to gain more length, and for the first few seconds Marisa slid it back and forth inside me. I felt her fingers gently prying my lips apart, and then the second smaller head touch my clitoris. I heard myself cry out as intense pleasure flashed through my highly aroused body. Marisa began increasing the speed of the toy and I squirmed and trembled as the pleasure intensified, then the head inside me began to move independently. I lifted my knees back onto my chest to make myself more comfortable as the first signals of an orgasm began to flow through me.
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“Nice?” Marisa asked.
“Ohhhhhhhh fuuck yes.” I replied.
“Gonna cum soon?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” Marisa replied and removed the toy from me, turned it off and threw it onto the floor beside the bed.
“Nooo, nooo, noooo,” I pleaded shaking with disappointment as my fingers found my clitoris and tweaked it frantically.
Marisa giggled at my frustration while removing my hand from between my legs, “Seeing you’re so horny, it’ll be a good time to lick my pussy.”
“No please, let me cum first, then I’ll lick your pussy.” I pleaded trying to free my hand from her grip.
“Nope, you can cum afterwards.” she stated firmly while positioning herself on the bed beside me.
For the next few seconds I lay still as my brain protested in sexual frustration, but then the audacity of Marisa’s tactics became quickly apparent. She wanted me aroused and hungry, and I certainly was. Without hesitation I moved down the bed and knelt on the floor knowing from my own experience that this was the best position to receive a good licking.
“That’s my girl.” Marisa commented as she repositioned herself closer to my waiting face.
For the first time in my short life, I found myself looking into the special place of another woman. I took a few seconds to gaze upon the sight before me, the lovely brown thighs and the slightly paler skin of her smoothly shaven pussy. Her lips were smaller in size than I knew mine to be, and they glistened in her excitement. Her lips were slightly parted and I could see the pinkness within and the little mound of her clitoris. Marisa moved forward slightly, her impatience obvious, and I took a deep breath before lowering my lips to her thighs.
For a short time I ran my tongue over the smoothness of her inner thighs, slowly edging closer to her pussy lips before jumping across to the opposite thigh. I took pleasure in teasing Marisa as she tried unsuccessfully to manoeuvre her pussy onto my face. By the time I did let my tongue flick across her lips, she was nearly in frenzy.
My first nervous little licks were somewhat tentative giving me time to explore her taste and warm wetness. But I soon began to delve deeper in her valley, my tongue lapping her clitoris and down to her elongated opening. As Marisa began to whimper, I buried my face deeper, her slippery lips engulfing my cheeks.
I soon recognised my enjoyment of my immoral act and my nervousness abated. It was certainly easier on the jaw than sucking cock, and the sensation of her sopping wet pussy on my face was really quite nice too. I moved my attack from her clitoris and turned my attentions to her smooth lips, taking them in turn into my mouth and running my tongue across the silky insides. Marisa simply twisted and pushed against me while uttering little whimpers of appreciation. I then turned my attention back to her now enlarged clitoris.
“Put a finger inside.” Marisa asked.
I responded by inserting one finger and then another gently exploring her velvet smooth insides as my tongue lapped her clitoris. Marisa twitched under my effort and encouraged me onwards with little whispers of appreciation as I searched for her G spot. My face was now smothered in her slippery juices, and little squelching noises reaching my ears. For some minutes I continued my endeavours becoming more comfortable as I experimented with differing little techniques. Then without warning, Marisa pulled away from my clutches and stretched upwards reaching towards the bedside cabinet. She returned with another toy, this time a thin ended contraption with a curved head. Returning to the position straddling my face, Marisa turned it on and slipped the curved head over her engorged clitoris.
“Ohhhhhhh, yeeees.” she whimpered after a few seconds of playing. “Lick me further down.”
I lowered my face to her gapping pussy lips and slipped my tongue into her twirling firmly round and round. I lapped and suckled as the toy buzzed close to my nose, Marisa’s gyrating became more rigorous, her moans and whimpers getting louder by the second. Then all of a sudden, her buttocks lifted from the bed and away from my face, my tongue followed to ensure her orgasm was maximised. With my hands firmly around the outside of her thighs, I continued my licking until she slowly began to relax back onto the bed with a loud sigh. The still whirring toy dropped from her hands onto the bed, and I seized my chance. I mashed my face firmly into her sopping canyon and sucked her clitoris deep into my mouth so my tongue could torment it. Marisa cried in frustration at the loss of her post orgasmic bliss, and tried to roll away from me. But my hands held her secure for many seconds until she managed scramble from clutches.
“Go away you horrible little wench.” she cried while trying not to laugh.
“Come back here, I haven’t finished.” I replied playfully.
Marisa raised herself to her elbows and looked down at me with a big grin on her sweaty face, “You should be ashamed of yourself.”
I met her gaze, “I am.”
She laughed loudly, “Liar.”
Still hungry for my own orgasm, I spotted the double headed vibrator which had been earlier discarded to the carpet. I rolled from the bed and scooped it up, then spent a few seconds playing with the controls. Returning to the bed, I lay with my legs open and ran the toy through my pubes and down between my lips. I jumped as it found my clitoris and was about to settle down into some serious playing when Marisa took it from my hands.
“Here, let me do it.” she said.
Marisa gently worked the toy all over my pussy before slowly inserting it so that the second shorter head lined up on my clitoris. I heard myself moan loudly as the pleasure engulfed me, but lay still so that Marisa could have her evil way with me.
What followed was the quickest orgasm that I ever experienced. It climbed swiftly through my aroused trembling body and hit me hard. I cried and whimpered in absolute rapture as my orgasm rocked me to my soul. From the tips of my toes to the innermost of my confused brain, I was torn with exquisite pleasure. I clutched the sheets below me as I writhed until my orgasm began to slip away. I pushed frantically against the toy trying to prolong my pleasure but in the end could not stop it fading from me. And as my body began to return to earth, Marisa climbed into arms and kissed me passionately, and I duly responded with my own passion. We lay in a tangled web of sweaty arms and legs ignoring the smell of our sex around us.
“So my little wench; how was that?” she asked running her hand through my pussy lips.
“Disgustingly good.” was about as much I could muster under the circumstances.
The danger of us slipping off to sleep crossed Marisa’s mind, and she managed to drag my devastated body from the bed towards the shower. The last thing we wanted was Shane and Molly to arrive home and catch us. We quickly showered and dressed, and I left for home before they arrived home.
Over the next few days, I tormented myself for my sins. Most times I was disgusted with myself. But at night in my bed, my eager fingers would find my wet pussy as I recalled what had happened in a blow by blow account. My orgasms were easy to come by, but then the guilt always followed.
It was a couple of weeks later before I heard from Marisa again and the question I was waiting for. Could I do another sit for Molly? I said yes without hesitation, and waited in nervous anticipation for the weekend to arrive. On their return from the social occasion, I was invited to Shane and Marisa’s bed, which I accepted without hesitation. Again it was a sinful night of debauchery, my pussy well stretched from Shane’s thick cock and then lovingly licked by his beautiful wife. Marisa had confessed to our private session to Shane, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was most interested in watching me lick Marisa’s pussy with intensity and then ejaculated prematurely over her breasts in his excitement. Day light was appearing under the curtains before we finally surrendered our lust.
Our sinful seasons repeated another five times before the novelty began to wear thin for me. What I began to crave was the companionship of my own man, I wanted affection and love and the security of a real relationship. But how to deal with Shane and Marisa was surely going to be a problem. I’ve always avoided telling lies, but I invented a boyfriend whom I didn’t want to cheat on. While Shane and Marisa were disappointed at me not wanting to play in their bed, they understood and placed no pressure upon me to do so. I continued to sit for Molly for another year, and I confess to once inviting myself to Shane and Marisa’s bed after a few too many Pina Colada’s. By this time a real boyfriend had came and went, and I was in the need for some serious sex. They certainly made sure I got just that.
As the years passed me by, I reached those important milestones in my life. I met and married the man I would love for the rest of my life; I gave birth to my babies and cherished them with all the love that a mother does. Looking back, I never once regretted my time with Shane and Marisa. But I never again climbed between the thighs of another woman, not because I didn’t want to, but because the opportunity never arose. If it had, I might just have done so. But back then it was a time of youthful experimentation, and as Marisa said, life is short. I never confessed these carnal sins to my husband, for I love him so much that I couldn’t bare the pain of him thinking of me as some kind of slut. I just hope that you find it in your heart to forgive me.
The End
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Winter Wanton Land
Maev MacFarlane, a resident of North Carolina in the States, was driving through her favourite little town of Bulloch located thirty-five miles north of Glasgow situated on the extreme southern end of Loch Lomond. Her MacFarlane ancestors once lived in this very area, having moved East/North East from the Loch Linne area. Like so many Scots in the days of Rob Roy MacGregor, the early 18th century, whose family lived beyond the mountain Ben Lomond to the East many of her ancestors thieved cattle to make a living and survive, cattle in Scottish being called coos.
This trip back to her homeland, actually homelands since Maev (May + ve) was of both Irish and Scottish ancestry, was her Christmas gift to herself, one she had been awaiting with great anticipation.
Maev’s plane landed at Glasgow International Airport where she rented a small blue, compact car with manual shift that she, of course, had to shift with her left hand since the steering wheel was located on the right side. This was due to the face that one drives on the left side of the road that many in the States call driving on “the wrong side of the road.” However, to Maev’s way of thinking driving on the left side of the road was correct for those throughout Ireland and the United Kingdom of Scotland, Wales, and England, and she had no difficulty with it.
It was a very cold, overcast day when Maev left the airport and headed north towards Bulloch. She was driving on A 82 on her way to Glencoe Village that is located in the Scottish Highlands in the northwest end of the glen on the southern bank of the River Coe as it enters Loch Leven, a saltwater arm of Loch Linnie.
Glencoe Village was situated in Glencoe Valley near the site of the reputed, dastardly massacre of the MacDonald clan by the Clan Campbell who murdered them in their sleep under orders given by the Commander of Fort William. The village is surrounded by spectacular mountain scenery that in winter is covered with snow and ice, making travel quite different if not dangerous at times.
Maev knew this, but she was a free spirit who pressed the envelope many times throughout her life be it in climbing mountains alone, breaking a climber’s cardinal rule not to climb alone; canoeing white water; hiking through deserts that are home to rattle snakes, Gila monsters, scorpions, peccary/wild pigs, and many kinds of cacti; into and out of the Grand Canyon in eight hours, bringing on the first stages of hypothermia; or sailing.
Thus, when it began to snow, Maev didn’t give much thought to it even though it was quickly accumulating on the roads and surrounding landscape, making driving difficult with visibility no more than 100 feet in front of her; although, fortunately there weren’t many on the road.
To make matters worse her car rental had all-season tires on it, but it didn’t have snow tires nor did it have chains in the boot. So with the little traffic on the road, Maev was basically alone out in this horrible snowstorm that in an hour of so went from just covering the two-lane road to about a foot of the white stuff, and Maev could barely see where she was going. She knew she was headed in the right direction towards Glencoe Village that was to be her first stop on her trip where she had reservations in one of the quality bed and breakfast establishments, Callart B &B, a five star accommodation.
Maev was going to stay in Glencoe to do some relaxing while reading and writing poetry since she loved words. Words were power to Maev, especially in poetry since each word needed to add to the meaning of the whole poem, especially if there was rhyme. Weather permitting she also planned to do some hiking and even mountain climbing if feasible.
Unfortunately, the winter weather had other plans for Maev, plans she never expected nor anticipated. The snowstorm was pilling up the white stuff very quickly, now making it both difficult to see as well as to drive. The snow was coming down so heavily and the strong northwest wind was causing it to swirl around her that it was close to being a whiteout, and she was still about twenty-five miles from Glencoe Village as best she could make out from having seen the last mileage sign which read 40 Kilometers.
In these horrendous conditions Maev was down to a crawl on the snowy road, and she strained her eyes to see as she watched the wipers move quickly back and forth across the windscreen. She was looking for and hoping she might find any shelter from the storm, especially a private home. However, Maev thought that would be just too damn lucky for such a thing to happen.
“More than likely,” Maev thought, “I’m going to be stranded out here on the side of the road all alone in this freezing cold, but at least I packed alot of warm clothes, especially my 100%, all-natural wool sweater and winter hiking gear. So I won’t freeze to death.”
That thought just having passed through her mind Maev thought she was seeing a mirage. She thought she saw the outline of a house up ahead on her right, but she wasn’t sure. However, with high hopes Maev drove slowly until she saw a lovely whitewashed, thatched-roof cottage; although, the thatch was just about covered completely with a blanket of thick snow. It was mainly the shape of the gabled roof with the broom-like cut ends of the thatch letting her know what it was, and as she drove into the driveway, she saw a green door and shutters.
Snow covered the walkway to the door, and drifts of snow lay in the southeast corners of the windows since the storm was coming out of the west/northwest from which most of the storms came…off the North Atlantic.
Maev stopped the auto in front of the cottage and looked around, noticing smoke rising into the frosty, snow-blown air that disappeared to the east with the wind, letting her know there was an inviting fireplace inside and someone was home. However, what she didn’t know was who was on the inside of the cottage: man, men…woman, women…or family. However, in her predicament Maev knew she had no choice; she had to see if she could seek shelter in the cottage.
From her own sailing experiences, it reminded her of the old sailor’s adage: “Any port when caught in a storm.”
Thus, Maev turned off the engine, grabbed her backpack in which she had her purse, got out of the car, closing the door behind her, and trudged through the ankle-high deep snow up to the front door, knocked, and waited.
Since it was a small cottage, it didn’t take long before the door opened, and there standing in front of Mave was a lone woman who had a woolen shawl draped over her head and across her shoulders to ward off the cold she knew was out there in the howling snowstorm.
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Before Maev had a chance to explain her predicament, the woman, seeing Maeve to be a lone woman already coated with snow, reached out a hand, grabbed Maev by her arm, and gently pulled her inside her cottage, closing the door behind her to keep the cold and snow outside.
Maev was shocked by the suddenness of the women’s actions but not afraid. She understood the woman didn’t want to stand there with the door wide open to the inclement elements while she explained her plight and let the heat escape.
Despite the snow clinging to Maev’s long, reddish-blonde and clothing, the woman saw how beautiful she was and seemed no threat to her. She saw Maev for who she was, a stranded, lone female, caught in one of Glencoe’s nasty snowstorms.
On her part, the woman dropped her woolen shawl from her head and wrapped it around her shoulders, the ends hanging down past her waist.
Expecting at best to find either a single, old woman or an old married couple, the person standing before her was a beautiful, young woman in her mid-twenties.
Her hair was blonde, eyes blue, lovely lips, and fair skin. Since she was all bundled up, she had no idea what her body was like, but even beneath her shawl and clothing, that consisted of a neutral, long-sleeve wool sweater and sweat pants, she could tell she was youthfully well-built.
The young girl smiled warmly at Maev and said while chuckling softly, “My gracious, girl, what ‘r’ ya doin’ out in such a snow storm as this? Ya must be daft?”
Maev smiled back at her and chuckled, “Well, I tell you true, it’s not by choice. I checked the weather before heading from Glasgow International Airport having come over from the States. When I left the weather was gloomy but not threatening. If it had turned bad by the time I made it to Bulloch, I’d have stayed there ’till it blew over.”
“Ah, that would have made sense, but since you’re here, give me your garments to hang up, and let’s get you over to the fire place where there’s a warm, peat fire. And, by the way, my name is Becky. You?” asked Becky warmly and casually.
“My name is Maev, and I’d love to sit by the fire. I love the smell of beat burning. It smells so earthy,” Maev answered as she removed her garments and handed them to Becky.
“Good to meet you, Maev. Take off your shoes and go sit,” invited Becky as she hung Maev’s coat and tartan tam on hooks near the door.
Maev needed no encouragement. She went over and sat down on the sofa that was situated in front of the fireplace, and there was a carpet in front but far enough away from the grated screen to protect it while Becky hung up Maev’s coat and cap before joining her, sitting down in a cushion sofa chair so they could look at one another.
“Now, Maev. Just where were you headed when you got caught in the blizzard and ended up here on my doorstep at my wee cottage?” asked Becky.
“I was headed for Glencoe Village where I have a confirmed room at Callart B & B,” answered Maev.
“Good choice. The Callart B & B is considered one of the best and loveliest. Unfortunately, it’s about 40 kilometers up the road where you turn off to the right and have to drive up to the northwest end of the glen,” Becky said, “so I guess you’ll be spending the night here with me which I have to admit I rather look forward to it since I don’t have many visitors living out her in the Highlands.”
Maev sighed deeply, “I’m just so glad I found your lovely cottage and am safe from the storm for which I thank you, Becky.”
Becky smiled, intently holding Maev’s stare, and smiled acquiescingly. “Oh, Maev, it’s my pleasure to have your company.
“So, let me make us some tea and we can talk, and then later I’ll make us some supper,”
“Oh, that sounds lovely, but only if you let me help you,” added Maev, wanting to demonstrate her thanks for Becky’s hospitality, “and, oh, I need to call the B & B and tell them I’ll not be coming. I’m sure they’ll already know why. I have my cell phone.”
Becky shook her head yes and went to the kitchen area to put on the water and set a serving tray that included a plate with Walker’s butter cookies, a traditional Scottish treat.
While Becky was busy, Maev stretched out her legs, pointing her feet towards the fireplace to get warm. By that time Becky returned and set down a small table with the tea and biscuits between the sofa and sofa chair. She then poured two cups of tea, steam rising from cups.
Becky asked, “Milk? Sugar?”
“No thanks. Just plain,” Maev said.
Becky poured the tea and handed Maev a cup, took hers, and sat down. Once seated comfortably across from one another, Becky and Maev talked about this and that as they shared with one another facts about their lives, both feeling very at ease with the other that led them to be open enough for them talk about subjects of an intimate nature.
Knowing they were snug and secure from the winter blizzard howling outside and sitting toasty-warm in front of the fireplace with the orange, yellow embers of the burning peat aglow on the grate, gave both Becky and Maev a sense of safety and the enjoyment of not being alone on such a horrible, but oft’ winter conditions in the Highlands, night.
Both grew to have the feeling that they had known one another for a long time. So much so no subject seemed to be intrusive into their personal lives. Their feeling was both open and friendly.
“Becky, I’m so glad I found your lovely cottage for two reasons: To find shelter from the storm as well as finding out what a lovely Scottish Colleen you are. You’re a life-saver,” Maev said quite openly.
“Hush. Hush. And am I not happy to have such luvly company on such a horrible, stormy night,” said Becky in her Scottish brogue into which she sometimes falls.
“I love your speech, Becky. ‘Tis simply grand,” Maev said giggling as she, too, spoke out in the Celtic way.
Both Becky and Maev laughed uncontrollably as they enjoyed the fun of it.
“Maev, how would you like a wee bit of whisky in your tea to help warm you up? I’ve got a bottle of twelve-year-old Glenfiddich in the cupboard. Goes down smoooothly. It does,” Becky asked.
“Oh, that would be lovely, Becky,” answered Maev. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had good Scotch whisky. My usual drink is Guinness stout.”
“Ah, now, that’s something we have in common. I love the smooth, velvety Guinness, too,” said Becky.
Thus, without another word Becky went out to the kitchen, and within the cry of a banshee (a Celtic witch) she was back.
“Here we are,” Becky said as she poured some Scotch into Maev’s cup of tea and then some into hers.
Well, by the time Becky and Maev had drunk more tea and whisky, each time more whisky than tea, they each had a wonderful buzz, freeing them to their laughter, questions, and answers.
“Tell me, Maev, have you got a boy friend back home?” asked Becky.
Maev, not ashamed of her sexual orientation and the fact she lived the lesbian lifestyle, answered Becky’s question quite matter-of-factly, “Well, to tell you the truth, Becky, I don’t have a boy friend. I do have a girl friend.”
Maev’s answer took Becky by surprise, and it was a few seconds for Becky to wrap her mind around Maev’s forthcoming answer.
“So, you’re a lesbian then, Maev,” said Becky.
“Yes, a die-hard lesbian,” answered Maev. “Does that shock you?”
“Oh, no, Maev. That doesn’t shock me in the least. In fact, you just caused shivers to run down my spine,” blurted Becky almost apologetically for having asked Maev such a personal question.
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However, Becky already asked, so it was right out there in the open. The next move was hers that she took a wee bit tentatively.
“Maev, you don’t see any men around her. Do you?” asked Becky.
“No, I don’t see any men around your cottage,” answered Maev.
“And you won’t because I’m a lesbian, too,” Becky chuckled and giggled with uncontrollable laughter, the whisky having loosened her up.
Maev joined in Becky’s girlish laughter. They each laughed so hard, tears ran down their cheeks, and it took a while for them to get themselves under control.
“Ain’t it a hoot?” said Maev, “that I should find shelter from the storm in the home of a lesbian.
“Isn’t it though?” replied Becky.
After that dual-revelation, Becky and Maev talked for the longest time, still hearing the howling, winter wind blowing outside while the snow continued to pile up. There was already about twelve inches on Maev’s auto rental that both Becky and Maev could see as they had gotten up to look outside the frosted, icy windows once Becky unlatched the interior shutters she kept closed in weather like this.
Becky closed and latched the shutters again, and then she and Maev went back to the warmth of the fire where Becky put in some more pieces of peat that is dried, decayed vegetative bog grasses and plants.
When they went to sit back down, instead of returning to the sofa chair, Becky sat down of the sofa next to Maev who was sitting sideways with her left arm resting on the top edge of the sofa, thinking she’d be looking across the short distance from the sofa to the sofa chair in which Becky had been sitting.
Maev did not say a word, however, when Becky sat sideways, too, and put her hand on the top edge of the sofa just inches away from Maev’s extended fingers, making her physical closeness very immediately palpable, causing her to tingle between her legs and feel wet between her legs, her Bartholin glands already secreting her natural vaginal lubrication-mucus along her vaginal slit.
“So, Maev, tell me, do you have a girl friend back home?” Becky asked.
“Yes, I have a girl friend. We’ve been together for a little over seven years,” answered Maev without giving much detail, feeling it to be too personal to share with an almost stranger even though she and Becky were getting along quite well.
“Ah, you are the lucky one, then. Right now I live alone as you can see,” Becky said with a somewhat melancholy to her voice.
“Well, you’ll have to go find yourself someone,” Maev encouraged. “As lovely as you are that should not be difficult.”
“Easier said than done since as you can see for y’erself, I live in a rather lonely place. Even Glencoe Village is not very big, and besides, at that size it’s hard to keep a secret. It doesn’t take long for everyone to know your business. But enough of that,” said Becky as she leaned forward and ran her fingers over Maev’s hand and caressed its softness from which Maev did not pull back.
The tea along with the fire had warmed her inside and emboldened her to be brave enough to ask of Maev something very personal, feeling the worst that could happen would be for Maev to say “no.”
“Maev, of course, you’ll be spending the night here with me, and I’m sure you’ll be wanting to shower after having such a long flight over from the States, driving all the way from Galway, and getting caught in this snow storm. Would you not?” asked Becky.
“Well, yes, that would be grand, Becky. I feel cruddy and could use a bath or shower about now,” answered Maev appreciatively.
“I thought so. A shower can come after we have our supper. However, there’s a wee bit of a problem. My water heater is not the biggest, and usually there’s just enough water for one shower. Would you be mindin’ our sharing a shower so I can have one, too?” asked Becky enticingly.
Understanding Becky’s situation and not being all that shy about being naked in front of other women, she replied, “No, Becky, I don’t mind sharing a shower with you. After all we have come to know one another quite well in such a short time.”
“Grand. But then there’s one more thing. I’ve got but one double bed with a nice, warm down comforter. Would you mind sharin’ a bed?” asked Becky.
Maev smiled somewhat salaciously as she grinned warmly at Becky, “Well, since we’re going to share a shower together, sleeping together in the same bed is no problem.”
Becky smiled appreciatively, her blue eyes sparkling and her heart pounding in her chest with sexual arousal and excitement at the very thought of seeing Maev’s naked beauty. She tried to create an image in her mind as she licked across her lips with the tip of her tongue, a motion that did not escape Maev’s attention.
“Ah, that’ll be simply grand then, Maev. Besides, our combined body temps will help keep us warm throughout this cold night. It’s almost as if the little people led you to my humble cottage. Is it not? Becky asked.
Because of her Celtic ancestry Maev was well read on the subject of the little people and faeries and was, therefore, genuinely in agreement with Becky’s suggestion.
With mutual agreement, she said, “That it could be, Becky. Maybe the wee folk had something in my showing up on your doorstep looking for shelter from the storm.”
With mounting excitement and sexual arousal in her crotch, Becky took Maev by her hand and got up, taking Maev with her.
“Come on then, me Lovely. Let’s get our shower,” Becky said in a low, soft half-whisper.
Becky and Maev went to the small bathroom that had only a toilet, sink, cabinet, and standing shower with a shower curtain inside the high lip that kept the water inside the shower stall and an outer curtain decorated with purple-headed thistles, Scotland’s national flower imprinted on it, hanging on the metal rod above the shower stall.
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