Cheerleader Lesbians
I really like this small town, and everyone is so sweet. I have my routine: yoga in the park every morning, coffee at the local cafe, grocery shopping at the farmer’s market, and always making a point to chat with the local store owners, who greet me with a warm smile and a wave.
I feel safe and welcome here. Although I have only been in this community for a short while, it’s as though they’ve embraced me as one of their own. The other day, I even helped Mrs. Johnson by carrying her groceries home from across the street. She invited me for a glass of sweet tea and told me stories of her kids growing up here.
Today, as I am walking home from the local bakery after getting my weekly fix of their delicious homemade blueberry scones, I pass the high school, where a group of cheerleaders practice their routine on the field.
I can’t help but feel a little nostalgic for those days. I never made cheerleaders in high school because I was too self-conscious about my body.
The girls are all in their uniforms and look gorgeous in their skimpy attire. How the wind blows their skirts up to show their colorful bloomers as they toss each other up in the air is mesmerizing. The group consists of five teenage girls who look to be about 18 years old. As they perform a dance sequence to the beat of popular music, I notice a tall man in his forties who must be the coach.
He claps and cheers as they twirl around, the music filling the air with an infectious rhythm. I can’t take my eyes off them, especially a brunette leading the team with her graceful moves and dazzling smile. She looks up at me and winks playfully before returning to focus on the performance.
I stand there frozen momentarily, captivated by her youthful energy and innocent flirtation. Suddenly, I realize that I’m not the only one staring.There are a few men in the bleachers, watching with a mix of amusement and lust in their eyes. I glimpse a younger man, possibly the janitor or a groundskeeper, blatantly checking out the cheerleaders.
His eyes are fixed on their shapely legs and firm behinds that jiggle as they shake them. A sense of unease fills me as I notice that he seems particularly enamored with one girl dancing close to where he sits. He leans forward, clearly enjoying himself as his gaze lingers on her curvaceous form.
I look away quickly, trying to push the uncomfortable feelings down. These men aren’t being lecherous or aggressive towards the girls, and they’re not breaking any rules… right? It’s just a cheerleading practice, I tell myself. Nothing inappropriate is going on. And yet, the atmosphere suddenly feels charged with an undercurrent of something forbidden.
The music ends abruptly, and the girls finish their routine with a grand flourish of hands and feet in sync. They bow and wave at their audience of strangers, all of them smiling brightly in their youthful innocence.
The tall man, who I assume is their coach, enthusiastically applauds them and praises their performance. Meanwhile, the young man in the bleachers gets up and walks down to where the cheerleaders have congregated. He approaches one of the blonde cheerleaders and says something that causes her face to flush with delight. She giggles and flicks her hair before answering him confidently.
My unease has returned full force, and it takes all my willpower not to intervene. I tell myself they are young adults, not children, and they’re free to flirt with whomever they choose. But it still unsettles me as I watch this young woman smile at the older man while they talk.
I continue walking away, wanting desperately to escape this strange and uncomfortable situation. However, I notice another couple on a nearby bench before I can get too far. The woman is young, probably around eighteen, dressed like a schoolgirl in a pleated skirt and white blouse. Her hair hangs down loosely past her shoulders, framing her pretty features.
However, her partner is at least forty years old and appears very mature. He wears glasses atop a prominent nose that juts out from his gaunt features. As I watch, he places an arm across her shoulder, his hand gently caressing the exposed skin beneath the sleeve of her shirt. A soft sigh escapes from between her parted lips, and she leans closer to him, her eyelids closing as she revels in his touch.
Feeling like an intruder witnessing an intimate moment, I walked on briskly, unable to shake off the thoughts of those girls back at the field. I can’t help thinking about how different their life experiences must be from mine. My life was so sheltered and safe growing up; it’s hard to imagine these young women being alone at this age, dealing with all kinds of adult situations.My heart races at how naive and inexperienced I was back then, but I also think of how exciting it can be to learn and explore. A shiver runs through my body, but I brush it away, not allowing my imagination to go further down that road.
I’m walking down the street, the setting sun casting long shadows that stretch before me like a painted picture. Something is soothing about the peaceful quiet of the roads and the soft hum of traffic that fills the air. Everything feels calm, like I’m part of a world that has slowed to a lazy crawl.
A gust of cool breeze sends strands of hair flying into my face. A faint scent of jasmine wafts by. The flowers bloom in a nearby garden, and the smell tickles my nose, causing it to itch slightly.
As I near the park entrance, I pause mid-stride, noticing a woman walking her dog on the grassy knoll across from me. She looks so content, taking time out of her day to be in nature. Her golden retriever is prancing along happily beside her. He’s a friendly-looking dog with big floppy ears. She stops to pat his head and scratches his belly.
My mind wanders, and suddenly, my body feels tight, my breathing gets shallow, and my pulse begins to race. This can’t be happening! My body is betraying me again!
I feel warmth between my legs, and my nipples harden. Why is this happening to me here in public? There’s nothing sexy or naughty going on right now. Just a dog walking. So, why is it making me hot?
With my heart pounding hard against my ribs, I rush forward until I reach a bench. Sitting heavily on it, I try to steady my nerves and catch my breath.
The dog woman turns around. Our eyes meet, and she smiles. Her eyes are twinkling, her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is tousled in a messy but attractive way. She’s wearing shorts, showing her lean thighs and long, toned calves.
“Beautiful evening,” the dog woman calls.
“Yeah,” I call back. “A perfect evening.”
We share a moment together in this serene and peaceful setting, admiring one another and appreciating the beauty and peace around us. My heart continues to beat wildly in my chest, but now, I find comfort in this strange sensation rather than fearing it or loathing myself for reacting inappropriately at the wrong place at the wrong time.But what if…My breath catches in my throat, and my fingers curl against the wooden seat. What if I could do it?
I let out a low, slow breath, feeling desire coursing through me, a heat.
I’ve never felt it before.
It was wrong to think and feel such thoughts when all around me, everyday people were living their lives without shame—people going for a stroll, walking their dogs, and even a group of women laughing together.
But here I am, in this beautiful setting, thinking the unthinkable, imagining how good it would feel to let go, to act on those feelings. And the more I think about it, the deeper my yearning grows.
It would be so easy. To lean in close and whisper something obscene in her ear. Something that could drive any sane man insane with need. She would look at me, her eyes widening as she realized my true intent.And then…then we would take this someplace else, away from prying eyes. Where there are no judgments or repercussions.
No, what was I thinking? She’s just a girl and her dog, walking along without a care. I’ve got to get ahold of myself and stop fantasizing about these inappropriate things!
Determined, I get up from my bench and walk towards the coffee shop where I can drown my desires in caffeine. I grab a quick latte and order it extra sweet, hoping the sugar will settle me down. Sitting outside in front of the cafe with a view of the park across from me, I enjoy seeing the sunset slowly sinking below the horizon, a splash of crimson red against a backdrop of purple, orange, pink, and deep blue. The sound of birds chirping softly echoes through the air. Everything seems tranquil and perfect here, so much better than back home.
The dog walker approaches the cafe as I finish my cup of coffee. She steps through the entrance door, and I watch her walk toward the counter to place an order.
Then, another familiar person catches my eye. The same blonde cheerleader who had been flirting with that man at practice is sitting at a table near me. She is sipping from a tall, frosted drink with a bright pink straw sticking out of it. A couple of friends sit beside her, and they giggle and chatter amongst themselves as I watch curiously, wondering what their conversation is about. One by one, they spot me staring at them and stop talking abruptly, all their attention turning towards me.
An unexpected wave of arousal suddenly hits me, leaving my insides aching and needy, the feeling building between my legs until it threatens to overflow into other areas. This has never happened to me, and it feels overwhelming and terrifying.
How could these girls be doing something to me without touching me? Is there some sort of hidden pheromone I’m emitting right now that has made them aware of my presence?
A small smile forms upon their lips as they notice my gaze locked upon theirs. Their expressions are mischievous and knowing, as though they know precisely why I’m sitting alone here in front of this café. I quickly break eye contact, returning to my coffee cup, flustered.
But the girls have seen enough to know they’ve caught my attention. With a quick exchange of glances, the group leaves their table and approaches me. My pulse quickens, and I feel lightheaded and unable to process what’s happening. They walk past my table, each girl smiling brightly as she walks by. Then, the cheerleader in front of me stops, leans close to my face, and whispers something softly, sending a shiver running through my entire body.
“Don’t look now, but we want to play a naughty game with you, sweetie,” she giggles as she speaks quietly.
Then she walks away and joins the other girls, now gathered nearby, watching me curiously. I feel an urgent need growing within my core as the girls begin talking excitedly, sharing stories of past encounters with other unsuspecting females they’d encountered on days like this one. As each one tells her tale, their words paint vivid scenes in my mind and leave me weak with desire, wanting nothing more than to touch and explore their bodies.
This isn’t normal! My head screams, but the need is more potent than any sense of morality that may remain within my conscience, overpowering everything else. My gaze lingers upon each of the young women, admiring their supple flesh exposed in tight-fitting outfits. Each girl has been blessed with shapely curves and smooth, tanned skin.
The blonde cheerleader comes back, sitting down next to me. She places her hand on my thigh and rubs gently, sending delicious tingles of desire shooting through my entire body. My eyes snap back open, meeting her crystal blue gaze. She smiles sweetly and then leans in to kiss me passionately. Her soft, warm lips caress mine, parting slightly to let her tongue slide inside my mouth to taste my inner warmth.
Her fingers glide further up my leg and brush lightly across my bare crotch. It doesn’t take long for my mind to register the incredible sensations of being touched by another woman and respond accordingly.As she withdraws her hand and breaks the kiss, leaving me breathless and wanting more contact, I find the courage to ask, “What do you girls want?”
The other girls look surprised at this question and laugh before whispering conspiratorially. Their laughter fades away as they exchange glances and nod silently in agreement. They come over and surround me. One girl pulls me out of the chair, guiding me into the cafe towards a back corner. Another of the cheerleaders slips a lock, and a curtain closes the space away from prying eyes.
They all seem so casual and innocent as they stand around me, each of them smiling suggestively.
My breathing quickens as I stand there awkwardly. These beautiful young women are so confident, so poised. What do they have in mind? What do I even want? Do I have the nerve?
My thoughts are racing when suddenly I feel a soft, warm body press against mine from behind. It is Lily, her breasts firm against my shoulder blades, and she whispers, “Let me make you feel good, baby.”
A shiver runs through my entire body. I turn my head and look into those blue eyes, trying hard to hide my apprehension. Her hand slips beneath my blouse, tracing its way along my stomach. Then, slowly, her fingers creep upwards until they find one of my erect nipples. She tweaks it lightly, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. A jolt of excitement surges within me as her finger touches that sensitive spot of flesh. It sends shivers all down my spine. Then she moves around, kissing me on the neck while her hand continues exploring, reaching lower to touch me there as well.
When she finds what she seeks, I inhale sharply, unable to keep my arousal hidden any longer. The young woman looks at me with desire in her eyes, feeling my arousal. She begins unbuttoning my blouse. With trembling fingers, she pushes my bra straps down, exposing more of my soft, round flesh. As she pulls my panties away from me, revealing the smooth, bare skin underneath, a whimper escapes from between my lips.
My breath becomes uneven and shaky as her finger slips inside my slick opening and strokes lightly, making me gasp. She slides in two fingers and works me faster and more profoundly, sending waves of pleasure rippling through every fiber of my body.
Her tongue enters me at last and flicks against that secret inner place where only lovers dare tread. The sensations become too intense and overwhelm me. All rational thought flies from my mind, leaving just raw emotion. Raw hunger. Raw need. With each movement of her hand and her mouth, I moan uncontrollably. I clutch her head with both hands as she brings me to a quick climax.
When I am spent, lying on the floor panting heavily, the girl lifts herself up off me and walks around the curtain, smiling mischievously back at me. Another cheerleader comes to take her turn with me, kneeling between my thighs.
This girl is more slender and athletic but has a beautiful, heart-shaped face and lovely brown eyes that shine brightly when she smiles. Her hair is tied up into pigtails that sway as she moves closer.
“May I, Miss Emma,” she asks politely. Her voice is sweet and lilting. She looks up at me with such eager anticipation that I can do nothing but nod. Slowly, almost reverently, her lips brush against my pussy. She kisses and licks delicately at first before moving in and sliding her tongue inside my moistened core.
A low groan escapes me as I watch her do this. How does she know so well how to make love to me? My body reacts instinctively to the intimate touch of her warm mouth on my pussy, opening to allow her entry and then clenching down on the intrusion as it enters further inside.
I am already aroused beyond measure, and soon, she is driving into me again, penetrating deep within. It feels amazing… It is so erotic to be touched by someone else this way… To have them explore every inch of my pussy… My mind begins spinning wildly as she works harder, her mouth and tongue working harder to push past the barrier of my vaginal wall and reach deeper still.
My body shudders as the pressure builds to a climax. My inner muscles clench around the object invading them, squeezing out a few final thrusts of pure ecstasy until, finally, my body gives up entirely and falls slack.The girl withdraws her head from between my thighs and stands beside me, looking down at me with a soft smile.
“That was nice, Miss Emma,” she says. And then she adds: “Can we have fun with your titties too?”
Without waiting for an answer, the two girls begin sucking and licking each breast in turn. They’re not very gentle. The feeling is exquisite, and it feels so naughty! But they’re young and inexperienced, so their touch isn’t excruciating. I let myself relax under their attentions, allowing the sensations of being kissed, suckled, nibbled, and even bitten to wash over me like waves lapping on the shore.
But the other two want a piece of the action, so now one sits astride my thigh while her friend holds me, her knees on either side of my head. She leans forward to suckle a breast. I can feel the heat of her cunt, the wetness, and I wriggle a bit to increase our connection. Meanwhile, her friend is pulling and pushing her friend’s hips, rubbing her cunt all along my leg. She’s a moaner – a quiet moaner. I like hearing her breathlessness, her inarticulate words, and moans of pleasure.
Now, all I can feel and think of is her body’s rising and falling weight. Her juices make me slick from thigh to knee. I’m a mess of saliva and her wetness. She’s riding me hard, grinding against my leg and clitoris, and her moaning becomes a crescendo as the two girls suck, lick, and nibble on my nipples. It feels as though I have two pairs of lips on me. One set teasing me with the other.
Then the girl above me stiffens suddenly, crying out in release, as her juices trickle down my thigh while her friend’s teeth bite down harder into my tender breast, causing an electric shock to pulse through my entire body.
My legs begin to quiver and twitch, and my entire being seems consumed by an orgasmic storm. My hips jerk involuntarily upward, driving myself against her pelvis. She’s climaxing with me, moaning, clinging onto me with strong fingers.
Then, gradually, as I relax into post-coital lassitude, I notice she is moving again. She raises her body off mine, pulling free of the embrace and rolling away onto her back.
Both are gasping loudly now, panting for air.
“I’m sorry,” the first says between gasps, “but I just came really hard.” Then she sits beside me. I smile and thank her, trying to catch my breath.”We should get you cleaned off,” the second girl giggles. She helps me up to the sink, where they run soapy water over me and then dry me with a paper towel.
I’m shaking when the last cheerleader approaches me, a brunette, and with no words needed, she embraces me. My breasts crush into hers as we share a hungry kiss. Soon, I am bent over the countertop. I feel the girl’s hands running up the insides of my thighs.
The warm palms slide all the way to my naked slit, cupping my sex gently. Fingers stroke lightly over the sensitive bud. Then, the young woman spreads me apart. A finger penetrates the moist folds of flesh, making its presence felt deep inside.
Another joins in and works in unison to stretch open the tight entrance to my body. As those digits probe further into me, I can no longer hold back my reactions. Every touch elicits a sigh or a groan. I spread wider to accept their probing caresses, welcoming their exploration within my core. Soon, they are moving in rhythm, pumping in and out slowly. At last, one of the two slips her thumb inside and moves faster, stimulating the nerves in the innermost depths.
As she picks up the pace, my hips start to buck wildly. Soon, I am writhing helplessly beneath their expert ministrations, moaning aloud in pleasure. I reach orgasm almost immediately. But the young woman is relentless, driving herself harder and harder, moving her fingers deeper and harder within me.
“Oh fuck,” she hisses breathlessly. The last word comes out hoarse, almost guttural, but I can still make it out. “Fuck yourself hard.”I try to obey her command. With every ounce of self-control left to me, I struggle against the incredible intensity of her fucking motions, willing my body to stay in place. Even so, I feel her other hand sliding across my backside, her middle digit gliding over my anus. Without hesitation or warning, she plunges in deeply.
“Please slow down!” I gasp desperately, “Don’t push so far!”Ignoring this plea entirely, she continues her merciless assault upon both openings. I cannot stop myself anymore; I must succumb ultimately. With a wild shriek, I throw caution aside and thrust myself backward toward the relentless intruder. Her finger enters fully, pressing against some unknown spot deep within. At once, an overwhelming sensation bursts through my whole body. My vision swims, and my ears ring.
I can hear myself crying out, screaming at the top of my lungs. No words are coming from me now, only cries and moans. I have become totally inarticulate, reduced merely to a mass of nerve endings. When finally, the waves of ecstasy subside, leaving nothing but emptiness behind, she pulls free and lifts herself away from me, letting her hands drop limply onto my buttocks. Her face appears upside down above mine, peering between my thighs with a triumphant smile on its features.
She lowers her lips towards me. For what seems like an eternity, they hover close enough to taste. Then, suddenly, they press against mine in a fierce, passionate kiss.
The cheerleaders, now dressed, surround me, brushing my cheek with their hands and lovingly and lovingly stroking my arms and hair.They ask me if I’m okay and hug and kiss me in gratitude before they walk out into the evening to return home to their families.
A short time later, the curtain pulls back, and I step outside to find the coffee shop owner and her girlfriend staring at me.
I’m flushed, look a mess, and am still without underwear, having left it crumpled and wet on the floor behind the curtain. I walk over to the two of them. They both glance at me with curious eyes but say nothing. I know I must be quite a sight to look at—disheveled and half-dressed. Everyone else is looking away awkwardly.
Crimson Bloom: The Von Steinberg Chronicles – Part 2
Elara’s fingers are entwined in mine. She is watching me intently, her eyes locked onto my face, watching me with a curious smile. She knows how aroused the blood is making me, and I can feel the heat between my legs getting warmer. My panties feel damp, and my breasts are tingling, a feeling I get when I know I am getting turned on.
I have to admit, Elara has made me masturbate more than I care to think about.
She is a constant torment. She has always taken great delight in the power that she holds over me, reminding me of my position beneath her. She likes the way I blush and the way my voice trembles when she has me alone, when she pins me against the wall, her lips touching my skin in such a tender and intimate way.
I know she can smell my excitement; my body betrays the way I feel about her, and I hate her for being able to use it against me like she does. Her fingers trace my cheek as the glass leaves my lips. She smiles down at me, her eyes locked on mine, and she smiles.
“You are one of us now.”Her lips brush mine. The softness of her touch sends shivers through my body, and my eyes close for just a moment. My body is tingling from head to toe. I feel like I’m on fire; my whole body is burning up as the blood in my veins starts to change.
My family has waited a very long time for this, the night when they can finally tell me who I am and who they all really are. Tonight is the night I become one of them, and this blood…it tastes so good…it tastes so rich.
My eyes roll, and the world around me seems to be swimming. I can hear a roaring sound in my ears, my heart beating so hard that my whole body trembles. I can feel my pulse beating like a drum, I feel dizzy, and the entire room seems to tilt around me. I feel my eyes starting to water, and tears roll down my face as my body shakes and shudders. Arms embrace me, and I know that it is my mother. Her arms are warm, and I can smell her sweet perfume as her lips kiss my cheek. She has the same look as Elara on her lips, that knowing, wicked little smile that tells me they are all in on a joke I am not part of.
“Oh, my dear, sweet Isolde…you have made us so very happy, darling…” Her lips become more feverish as she searches for my mouth, pushing my neck towards her. I try to resist, but the pull is strong. Her hands cupping my face, her fingers caressing my cheeks as she presses her lips against mine.
My body feels weak, drained, and empty as she kisses me, her tongue probing, seeking my mouth, and pushing inside. My mother moans softly, the sound filling the room, and I feel my body tremble as her fingers stroke the side of my neck, my pulse hammering in my head as she kisses me. “Child, I have been waiting for this moment since you were a baby.” Her lips whisper to me. I feel my body respond to her touch, lips, and tongue, searching for my mouth.
Her fingers grip my throat, her fingers tightening, making me gasp. M…mother…please…” I beg, my body shaking as she forces me down onto my knees. Her hands grip the back of my head as she pulls me towards her, my lips finding her thigh. My mother has always had a strict rule of dress. Her daughters are to always wear a very elegant, formal black dress with white trim. She has never been a woman of modern fashion.
Her dress is long and flowing, the fabric soft. The hem falls to her ankles, just covering her high-heeled shoes. I feel her hand stroke my face as her lips press against my forehead.
“You are a woman now, my sweet girl. And I will teach you everything you need to know.” Her fingers grip my chin, tilting my face upwards as she kisses my lips. Her eyes are soft and full of love, the look a mother would give her child.
But there is also a look that I am all too familiar with, that look of power, that look that tells me I am nothing but her property.
“Yes, Mother,” I whisper as her hands move down my chest. My heart hammers against my chest, and my pulse quickens as I feel my body respond to her touch.
My mind races as my body shivers and trembles. What is it my mother wishes to teach me?
I have always wondered what my family’s secret was. Elara has told me that we are all vampires, but this feels different. I thought vampires were monsters, beasts, but I feel different now.
My skin is tingling, and I can feel my pulse racing. My blood is burning in my veins, and I can feel my heart hammering against my ribs. I can hear the blood rushing through my body and my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
What does my mother want to teach me?I feel my mother’s lips move down the side of my face, her fingers pulling down the front of my dress, revealing my small, round breasts to the room. My nipples stiffen, and I feel a warm shiver run down my spine as I feel her mouth move down to my chest, her lips seeking my breast.”Mother…” I gasp. She looks up at me, her lips curling into a smile.
I have never been intimate with another person before. My mother has always been strict, very controlling, and domineering in everything I have done, and I have been a virgin all my life. I have been told to keep my chastity and never to allow any boy to take that away from me.
“My sweet little flower,” my mother says softly, her lips kissing my breast. You are so innocent and so beautiful. I want you to be my little flower for the rest of your life.”
Her tongue swirls around my nipple, and my body shakes as a wave of pleasure ripples through my body, making me whimper and gasp. I have always loved my mother, but I never thought she would do something like this, something that makes me feel like I’m losing control of myself.
“Please…stop…please…I’m not ready for this…I’m not sure I can take this…please…mother…”
Her mouth continues, ignoring my pleas. She looks up at me and smiles. Her lips kiss my skin, and her teeth gently nip at my nipple. Her hands slide down to the small of my back and pull me close, pressing me against her body as her lips seek out my breast again.
My heart pounds in my ears, and my blood rushes to my head. I feel light-headed and dizzy as her lips suck on my breast. Her mouth is warm and wet, and I can feel my heart thumping against my ribs. The sound of it deafens my ears. I have never felt this kind of pleasure before, and I feel as if I’m losing control; my body is trembling, and I can feel the wetness between my thighs.
“Elara, help me with our sweet child. It is time we gave her what she needs.” My mother’s voice is firm. She looks up at Elara, who is standing behind me. She is wearing a wicked and cruel smile on her beautiful face. She steps forward, her heels clicking on the marble floor, the sound echoing off the walls of the grand ballroom.
“Of course, mother,” She purrs, her eyes fixed on my body, watching me squirm. “She is a very innocent child. We will need to make sure we take her in hand properly.”
My mother looks at me, her eyes soft and full of love.
“Elara is such a good child; she deserves only the best.” Her lips move to my other breast, and I feel a shiver of pleasure run through my body. “She will make a beautiful little flower for us.” She smiles at Elara, and I feel a cold shiver of fear run through my body.
What is going on?I have no idea what is going to happen, but I have the distinct feeling that I am not going to enjoy it. I am used to the way Elara treats me, but my mother is different. She has never been cruel or unkind; she has always been a very loving mother. But the look on her face and how she treats me now is different. She looks like she wants to own me, control me, and possess me.
This is a different side of her, a side I am not used to and am not sure I like. Her mouth moves to my neck, and I feel her teeth graze my skin as she bites me gently; a sharp sting and I feel a rush of heat through my body, a sharp pain, and a warm feeling in my belly.
Her lips press against the side of my neck, and I feel her fangs sink into my flesh; the pain is sharp and quick, and my body tenses for a moment, and I let out a small cry of pain. But the pain quickly passes, and I feel a rush of pleasure course through my body. The pain is sharp, but it quickly fades into a dull ache, and I feel the heat rise in my belly, a deep, throbbing pleasure building in my body. I feel the wetness between my thighs, and I can’t hold it back anymore. My body is shivering and trembling with pleasure, a deep, dark pleasure that is building within me.
“Mother…”
“Shh, sweet girl. It will all be over soon.”Her mouth sucks at the side of my neck, and my blood trickles into her mouth. The sensation is strange, I can feel her mouth moving, and I can hear her soft moan as she drinks, the sound of her mouth sucking at my neck, and the feel of her fangs as they pierce my flesh; all of this sends a shiver of pleasure running down my spine. The pleasure between my legs is building, my pussy throbs with the pleasure, and my body trembles with desire.
I moaned as mother placed my hand over my pussy and began to stroke it through my thin cotton panties. Her touch was light at first, but soon her fingers pressed harder and deeper, rubbing my swollen clit through the material, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. My hips moved in time with her strokes, my body responding to her touch, and my juices soaked the thin material, leaving a wet stain on my panties. Mother continued to suckle at my neck, and I could hear the soft moaning sounds she was making. I felt her teeth sink into my flesh; the sharp, quick pain was soon replaced by a rush of pleasure that made me cry out. She held me tight to her, her body pressing against mine, her fingers still stroking my wet, swollen clit through the fabric.
“Oh god…oh god…” I moaned. The pleasure was overwhelming, building quickly, and I could feel the wetness between my thighs. My pussy ached, and I could feel my clit throbbing, a deep, throbbing ache that made me gasp with pleasure. My body was on fire, the pleasure building inside me. My pussy was dripping wet, and I knew I couldn’t hold it in much longer. I could feel my body start to shake and shudder; the pleasure was building inside me, a deep, throbbing ache that made me gasp and moan.
The orgasm hit me hard. My body shuddered, and I cried out in pleasure. The orgasm rushed through me, a wave of pleasure that made my body shake and shudder, the wetness between my legs flowing freely as my pussy clenched and pulsed.
Lesbian Sister Art
Her hands moved slowly over her twin sister’s breasts; she could feel her nipples getting more brutal. She had been teasing them, brushing her hands against the firm nipples. Eva loved touching her sister. They were identical, yet she didn’t think of herself when touching her sister, Lily.
When Lily kissed her, she could taste the vanilla from their mother’s cooking. They had always been affectionate sisters, never leaving one another behind. They were closer to each other than their other siblings or even their parents. Twins were supposed to be remarkable. And for them, it had been a blessing and a curse; their family had never been wealthy. Yet, with Eva and Lily, they seemed to hit the jackpot.
Not only because their beauty made everyone who met them envious of their parents. No, the money lay in their artistic abilities; their mother discovered their photography ability shortly after their seventh birthday.It started as a fun, taking pictures of nature and each other. Their mother soon saw a way to a better life and booked a studio in the next big city. They were nervous when they arrived. Eva’s job was to take the photo, and her sister had to pose in the studio. Their mother hadn’t told them anything about the shoot. They were used to their mother posing as their agent. It gave their family more money, and their parents explained that they could become famous.
When their mother and the photographer discussed their plans with Eva and her sister, Lily got shy and didn’t want to do it. Yet Eva was eager and behind the camera, but seeing all of this made her curious.”Come on, sweetie… it’s just one shoot. It isn’t bad, is it?” the photographer said. He looked old and tall.
Eva held her sister’s hand and whispered to Lily: “If I do it with you, would that make it easier?”
“Are you serious?” Lily asked in awe. You don’t have to…but it would make me less nervous.” Her mother and the photographer were thrilled. It was rare enough to find someone like her, Lily, but now, with both of them, it seemed even better for the older man.
They were measured for their bikinis. When it was Eva’s turn, she felt nervous. It was the first time anyone but Lily had ever touched her, especially on her breasts and her butt. She saw how her mother watched. She was worried, yet at the same time, there was a spark in her eye that told Eva more. Her mother knew what would happen to them, but at the same time, she wanted it to happen.
The older man’s wife told Lily to get on her knees and handed her a small vibrator. Eva got in position. The older woman told her daughter to open her sister’s top for the next shoot.
The rest was history. The old guy had made it clear that Eva and her twin sister had the potential to be superstars.
“You see, girls, I do something special…something nobody can shoot as well as I can…” his breath stunk as he kneeled in front of Eva and her sister. I need you to be as natural as you can. So you two will be in a room with a camera, but the camera will be invisible.”
“How does one do that?” asked Eva nervously, holding her sister’s hand tightly, unsure what the old man had in store for her. She thought about her mother, who had brought them there and promised them their lives would improve. Looking over at Lily, she tried a smile; her twin sister tried the same.
“I’ll put the camera somewhere you girls won’t think. You two must do something that you would never do in public,” the man smiled, “something you do only when you think you’re alone.”
“Do we…do we have to masturbate?” asked Lily in a shy whisper.”Oh dear girls, this is so much more, but the principle behind that question is exactly what I meant.” the old man turned to walk towards the bathroom.
The twin sisters were in a big apartment that belonged to the photographer. A young woman and two muscular men approached Eva and her twin. Their eyes were wide, their breaths shallow and nervous, and their minds raced. Was this what their mother signed them up for?The men and the women stripped them of their clothing and gave them some oils, lotions, and toys to use. Everything felt as if they had stumbled into a bizarre dream. “Now, girls,” the woman spoke, “we will leave you alone; there will be some cameras set up. If there is anything, then knock three times, and one of my boys will come in. Don’t worry, we have a lot of girls like you.” the young woman waved and left the apartment, taking the men with her.
For a short moment, both girls didn’t dare speak. They both stood there, feeling cold and vulnerable.
“We… don’t have to do this; we could walk out the door.” It was Lily, who seemed unsure. Yet the moment Eva felt the other girl’s hand on her hip, she knew this was going, dee ander, darker. There was lust and hunger inside her sister’s eyes. Eva leaned in, feeling her own and Lily’s naked breasts rubbing against one another.
“That’s…something new,” whispered Eva nervously. She could smell her sister’s hair—vanilla and honey—the perfume they had gotten for their birthday. The taste on their lips was just as intense. When they had turned fifteen, it was their first kiss, given by each other, and it was their only kiss until that very moment.
Lily’s hand reached around Eva’s hip and cupped her ass, gently squeezing the soft, firm skin. She looked into her sister’s eyes. Eva’s cheeks were flushed red with excitement and embarrassment as the two stood before the camera, nude and vulnerable, ready to explore something that was far more intimate than anything either of them had done before. The older man had been watching intently, and his gaze seemed to linger on Lily’s breasts and hips, causing Eva’s heart to beat faster and a flush to spread down her neck.
“We don’t have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable,” Eva said quietly, searching her sister’s eyes.
“We’ve come this far; we must go all in,” Lily replied firmly. Something about her sister’s confidence made Eva feel even more alive. As they began to pose and move for the camera, a heat began to build inside them. Lily’s breasts brushed against Eva’s, and they both shivered slightly as their nipples became more arduous. Something in that sensation of forbidden contact made the twins feel even more connected. Their breath quickened, and a rush of adrenaline flooded Eva’s veins.
It started slowly. At first, they posed awkwardly, unsure how to position their bodies. But as time passed, the atmosphere shifted, and their movements became more fluid and natural. They were feeling the music, feeling their bodies as if they were one. As the two danced and moved in sync, the camera lens captured the beauty and sensuality of their performance.
Lily touched Eva’s shoulder, and the contact was electrifying. As the twins continued their routine, Eva reached out as well, and her hand came to rest on Lily’s waist. As their hips swayed and bodies pressed closer, Eva’s breath caught in her throat, and a flush began to spread down her neck once again. They were losing themselves in the music and each other.As they continued to dance, their connection grew more intense. Their breathing became ragged, and their eyes met in a fierce gaze. At that moment, they knew what they wanted—the desire was overwhelming.Without hesitation, their lips came together. The first touch was soft and tentative, but soon, the kiss deepened and grew passionate. Eva’s tongue gently explored her sister’s mouth, tasting and teasing, as her own hands reached around to pull her twin even closer.
Their bodies pressed together as the kiss continued to escalate. Their soft breasts and erect nipples pressed tightly against each other, the friction intensifying their already heightened pleasure. The sensation of skin against skin was intoxicating. They had been told to get intimate by the man and the other model before them. But neither cared; neither could stop, even when the man came into the room and whispered how good she was doing in her ear. The contact of skin on skin was electric. They couldn’t help but lose themselves in the moment, exploring each other’s curves and lines, caressing their faces and bodies.
Their kiss became even more fervent, and Eva’s hand found its way to her twin’s breast, massaging the soft mound with her thumb and gently teasing her sister’s nipple. As her hand continued to roam, she slowly stroked the sensitive skin, causing Lily’s body to quiver with arousal and her breath to catch in her chest as her sister responded to Eva’s touch.Feeling the effect that their contact was having on each other, Eva felt an even deeper level of intimacy growing between them. She had never experienced anything like the feeling she had at that moment. She knew her and her twin’s bodies and minds were ideally in sync as they explored their newfound passion. They were lost in each other and the sensation of exploring each other; Eva felt a new intensity in her twins’ response as they continued to lose themselves. The way her sister moved, and the soft sounds that escaped her mouth were signs of her growing excitement and arousal. Eva’s heart pounded, died, and her cheeks grew red as she realized just how much their intimate contact was affecting her bell.
Her own body began to respond in ways she couldn’t have imagined, her nipples hardening and her breathing growing more rapid with every passing moment. As Lily moaned and sighed, Eva became increasingly turned on.
It was almost as if their bodies were responding as if they were one. A perfect union that neither one could have anticipated or planned.Eva’s hands continued to caress and massage her sister’s body, and her mouth began to wander down, exploring the delicate skin of her neck and collarbone. She could smell and feel her sister’s arousal, and the scent was sweet and alluring, making her hunger grow. It was an experience unlike anything Eva had ever imagined.
Their breath quickened, and the heat between their bodies grew. Lily’s eyes were filled with lust, and Eva couldn’t resist kissing her again, this time more deeply. Their lips met, and their taste for each other was even more intense. Eva could feel their bodies responding in ways she couldn’t have imagined, and the sensations of desire grew with every moment that passed.
Their breath became ragged, and their hearts beat in sync, the intensity and pleasure of their connection undeniable. Eva’s hands explored touching and caressing across her sister’s song. Her fingers found their way to the soft and supple skin of her twin’s inner thighs, and their eyes locked in a look that said so much.
They felt curious and excited, but it was more than that. It was an acknowledgment that they were willing to push boundaries, take risks, and be vulnerable in new ways.
This experience had pushed the twins far beyond what they had done before in the privacy of their bedrooms, and they had come out more substantial and alive on the other end. Their breath and heartbeat, bodies and minds, were one, and they felt a connection that couldn’t have been imagined or dreamed—a bond that they knew would last and grow and a deep, strong, and passionate love.
Crimson Bloom: The Von Steinberg Chronicles
The Initiation – Part 1
I’ve never had this experience before, the feeling of blood being the only thing that could quench…the need is devastatingly decisive. I have been told this is an acquired taste, but it’s all the same. The blood being drawn now is so rich, thick, dark, and warm.
I feel myself becoming entranced by it. I can see the dark redness flowing into a wine glass. The deep red liquid sloshes as the glass is handed over. It is not enough, but I have been assured I can have as much as I want later. There will be enough time for all that later. Right now, the blood that I am about to drink will mark the end of one part of my life. This will begin my transformation into the family that has watched over me for so long. This will mark the start of the rest of my life.
My hand trembles. This night has taken a lot of time, and now I wish I had more time before this starts. The hand steadying mine belongs to Elara, my tall, voluptuous, and cruel cousin. I feel her hand squeeze my trembling hand, her fingers sliding between mine as she steadies the glass to my lips.
I look to my left at the woman standing next to me. Her face is stern and proud, and she is the woman I call mother. Her hand slides over my shoulder and gives me an affectionate squeeze.
“Be a good girl now, darling. You know how long your mother has been waiting for this.”
Elara’s eye has a cruel glint. I know this means that she is enjoying every moment of my torment. My mother is so close to me that I hear her soft breathing. She seems excited about this, excited about what is about to happen.
Elara has been a torment to me for as long as I have known her. She is the eldest daughter of my mother’s brother. I have always looked to her as my older sister. She is always the first person to remind me of this. Elara has been a part of my family since I was just a baby; my real mother and father were in a terrible car accident. The doctors say I was in that car, too, but I have no memory of it at all.
My mother, who has taken me in as her own, tells me I have always been her child, that I was always her beloved daughter, and that there is no need to think of any other. But it’s hard not to wonder who they were—my real mother and father. I love the woman who has raised me as her own, the woman I have always known to be my mother.
But I still have to wonder…
The glass touches my lips, and my eyes are locked with Elara’s as she tilts the wineglass back. Her eyes are the same blue as mine and yet so much darker. My mother has always said we are almost the spitting image of one another despite being different in height and build. Elara has a taller, fuller figure than I do. I am a little short for a girl of eighteen and a little more petite. She is the beautiful and elegant daughter that my mother has always wanted. She loves to tell me how proud she is of Elara and the way that Elara takes charge.
She is a very dominant person and has been my tormentor for so many years, teasing and punishing me whenever the mood took her. I am not allowed to speak out against her. When we were children, she could punish me as she saw fit, even when the fault was hers. It is something that she takes great pleasure in. She would torment and punish me for her own enjoyment. She has been a cruel mistress for as long as I can remember.
She would always tease me with the secret. She knows that I have a secret. There are nights when she would pin me down to the ground, her body straddled over mine, and her fingers would trace over my body in an extraordinary, uncomfortable, and exciting way. Her hands would touch my chest, squeezing and pulling my breasts in a way she knew that I secretly enjoyed. She has told me she can smell my excitement. The way her hands work my breasts makes my panties damp, makes me aroused.
She told me she could smell this on me. This is why she does this to me; she knows it arouses and excites me in ways I don’t fully understand. I know that it feels so good and wrong all at the same time.
The smell of the blood fills my nostrils. An exciting, tantalizing, thick, and sweet smell makes my whole body quiver and tingle. I have always loved the smell and taste of blood since I was a very small child, and even though it has always been frowned on and discouraged by my family…I have always found the taste of blood to be an exhilarating one. I find that my mouth is watering as my eyes flutter closed. The scent of blood is strong and alluring, a darkly sweet scent that makes me feel hungry…thirsty for it. My tongue runs across my lips as I prepare myself to taste it.
The dark red liquid hits my lips, the taste of copper is strong, and the liquid flows over my tongue, coating my throat. My hand grips the glass tight as Elara holds my trembling hand in hers. She tilts the glass, forcing me to take in more and more. She looks like a cat tormenting a mouse on her beautiful, dark red painted lips. My mother has a stringent dress rule in our household; all women are to wear dark, blood-red lipstick, a style she has made very famous amongst the ladies in our community.
As I drink, I feel my body starting to tingle. I can hear my heart hammering in my ears, feel my pulse quicken, and the rush of blood through my body is making my head feel dizzy. This has happened before, but never quite like this. The taste of the blood is so strong that it is overwhelming my senses, making me feel things that I know are wrong…or are they? I have been told to expect many things, and I’m unsure what to make of this feeling.
This blood is doing something to me. I have been told it will change my body and awaken the beast inside me. My family has kept the secret from me for so long. The truth is that I am a vampire. My family is all vampires, and we live within the human world as a typical family—the wealthy and reclusive Von Steinberg family.
My name is Isolde. My parents gave me this name when I was born, and it has stayed with me all this time. My family is very old and traditional. How we dress, speak, and act is all very traditional, the same way our ancestors lived. This is part of a family tradition that goes back a thousand years.
A Taboo Filled Fantasy – Part 3
However, the King wasn’t left long in solitude. Not an hour had passed when he heard the sound of heels on the stone floor echoing through the empty halls of the dungeon. To his astonishment, it was his eldest son, Eroch. “Your highness,” the Prince announced in a clear and resonant voice.
King’s voice was thick with emotion as he called out to his son. “Why are you here?” He asked, his tone filled with both surprise and relief. He could see Eroch peering through the bars of the cell, his expression unreadable in the dim light. King’s emotions were a tumultuous mix of shame, longing, and a sense of liberation that his secret had finally been unveiled.
But the Prince did not respond. Instead, without uttering a word, he stepped closer, the dim light illuminating his face and revealing his striking features—a face the King knew so well, with his lineage’s firm nose and angular cheekbones.
Suddenly, Eroch’s mouth collided with King’s in a sudden and forceful kiss. The King gasped in shock, but his resistance began to wane as the seconds ticked by; he couldn’t deny that he was craving intimacy after being discovered. Eroch’s lips pressed firmly against his own, their warmth a stark contrast to the coldness of the cell. He could taste the faint sweetness of his breath and something deeper, something akin to desire. King’s initial stiffness melted away as Eroch’s tongue teased his lips, a gentle, insistent pressure that he couldn’t deny. He parted his lips slightly, and his son’s tongue darted into his mouth, exploring and teasing, sending shivers down his spine. As the kiss continued, his senses overwhelmed, and King felt himself becoming aroused.
He moaned softly as Eroch deepened their embrace, their tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. As the heat of their kiss grew, he began to push Eroch away, a feeble attempt at first but then more insistently. “What are you doing, my child?” King finally broke the kiss, his voice strained. His body felt alive, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
But Eroch was relentless. Without answering, he pushed King to his knees, a look of fierce determination in his eyes. The King found himself at eye level with the prominent bulge in Eroch’s trousers, the fabric straining against his growing erection. “Don’t do this, please… we are father and son…” his voice trembled in uncertainty. But the plea fell on deaf ears as the Prince unbuckled his belt slowly, deliberately. The clinking sound of the metal buckle echoed in the silent cell, sending a shiver of apprehension down King’s spine.
“No, I can’t do this…” King pleaded as Eroch grabbed his manhood, pulling his trousers down, his hard, throbbing cock sprung free. Yet, the sight of it filled him with a strange, forbidden longing that he couldn’t suppress. The large size and firmness of his manhood only made the situation more overwhelming; the Prince was not gentle as he placed the shaft onto the King’s face. He tried to resist, turning his face away from the strong scent of arousal that emanated from him.
But Eroch’s movements became more aggressive. He pulled King’s face back to his cock and rubbed it against the King’s face. As the tip of Eroch’s shaft touched the King’s lips, his instincts seemed to take control, overriding his logical mind; a moan of protest caught in his throat, and the warmth of Eroch’s cock on his lips was almost intoxicating in its temptation. His resistance started to crumble as he parted his lips to accept it into his mouth; the feeling of submission and acceptance was overwhelming.
Suddenly, there was a rustle at the cell door, and the Queen appeared. Her expression was a study of shock and anger as she beheld the scene before her. The dungeon, usually reserved for criminals and miscreants, had now become a site of a different form of transgression.
The King felt the heat in the Queen’s glare and felt ashamed of what was happening. The Prince had been relentless and had forced him into submission. His eyes glanced up to see his wife, who stood, her jaw clenched, anger in her eyes, her gaze burning into his. “My queen,” the King gasped, the Prince’s thick member slipping from his mouth with a soft pop. “Please, my Queen, help me,” he pleaded. Eroch looked over to his mother. “You’ve kept him to yourself for long enough,” Eroch growled out as his grip on the King’s head tightened. His mother’s face hardened as she stepped into the cell, her dress swishing softly about her as she stepped closer.
She moved around the room and stood in front of her son. The Prince knew his mother wasn’t happy. He knew what was about to happen and closed his eyes. He knew she had been dreaming of her chance for months. Ever since he had matured and grown, his manhood had taken on a life of its own. He was hung like the King’s prized Stallion, his shaft long and thick, a sight that any woman in their kingdom would drool over.
However, the Queen didn’t want to take her time and tease it. She didn’t wait or ease herself in. Her hands shot out and grabbed the member firmly. There was an edge to the Queen’s actions that made him feel a twinge of pain mixed in with the pleasure of her firm grasp on his throbbing member. The cold glint in her eyes as she stroked him, her gaze fixed on his face as though challenging him.
Her firm grip moved over the hard length of him, and a soft whimper left his lips. His eyes locked with hers as his face twisted with an overwhelming mixture of pain and intense arousal. His mother was a demanding mistress, one who would stop at nothing to satisfy her cravings, and Eroch, the strong, dominant Prince, was reduced to a quivering mass under her forceful touch. He knew he couldn’t resist her demands as his mother began stroking the beast that throbbed between his legs.
Her fingers wrapped tightly around his girth as she moved up and down his entire length, her movements growing in speed and intensity as the moment built up to the climax she so clearly sought.
The Prince couldn’t hold it back for long as her strokes quickened. “I cannot…” Eroch’s voice was breathless as he struggled to control the waves of ecstasy that coursed through him, his eyes locked on his mother’s face as her hands worked tirelessly at his engorged member. He couldn’t deny her the power she held over him at that moment, and the conflict within him seemed to fuel the building heat in his loins. He shuddered and arched, thrusting his hips forward as her pace became relentless.
The tension reached an unbearable peak as the Prince could no longer keep the sensations at bay. “I’m…I’m cumming…,” the Prince’s words came in a strained gasp, and with one last firm stroke from her hand, he surrendered to the ecstasy that crashed over him in a powerful wave. Eroch’s shaft twitched, and his mother pumped firmly on the base. He erupted, ropes of white spewing forth from the tip. It was as though his cock had burst forth from a long-awaited rain, his seed spurting out with a vigor that seemed almost unnatural; the thick, creamy white jets arced in the air before landing on the stone floor of the cell with a soft splattering sound. He threw his head back and unleashed the remainder of his load all over himself, painting his chest with white.
His mother was relentless; she pumped his shaft dry until all that remained were a few feeble dribbles of white. When finally his body went slack, a mixture of exhaustion and relief, the Queen turned to the King with her eyes fierce with resolve and unfulfilled passion. The dungeon’s air was heavy with the scent of sex, a potent mix of sweat and release hanging in the space between the two of them. In that intense gaze, he could see everything – her fury at being kept in the dark, the hunger within her, and the hurt he had been hiding. The King was panting and his heart racing, his need pulsing.
She moved forward, a predatory step that seemed to fill the confined cell. “On the ground,” the command came out in a harsh whisper, her breath tickling the King’s ear and making him shudder. The force of her will pushed him down to the floor. “Face down,” she said, the cold tone of her voice belying the heat of the moment. His eyes closed in surrender, his body shaking from the intensity of her control.
As he lay there on the stone, his body vibrating with an almost animalistic anticipation, the rustle of cloth and the clatter of falling jewelry echoed in the small cell. The Queen was stripping, letting her regal garments fall unceremoniously, symbolizing her casting off all pretenses of decorum.
The King felt the Queen’s firm hand on his rear, her nails digging into his skin, drawing out a groan of pain-tinged pleasure. She was forceful, insistent, and in control. He felt her move to stand, one foot planted firmly on the stone floor and the other, with a sense of dominance and purpose, placed squarely against the entrance to his rear, pushing with enough force to send a shockwave of sensation rippling through his body.
He cried out in a mixture of discomfort and desire. It was an unusual, taboo sensation – being dominated and controlled by this firm and assertive woman, a role reversal so stark and sudden that it was both unsettling and arousing.
Her movements were deliberate, and he could sense her raw power, feel her determination as she began to push against him, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure that he hadn’t been prepared for. Her thighs pressed tightly as her body started to strain under her exertion. “Oh, my queen, no, please,” his voice barely audible above the heavy panting of his breath, a pleading mix of fear and desire, a testament to the struggle between his sense of duty and his primal urges.
Suddenly, something in her seemed to shift. With a sharp inhale, the Queen’s demeanor transformed. Instead of continuing her aggressive stance, she stopped, withdrew her foot from the King’s rear, and knelt beside him. Gently, yet confidently, she reached for him, her touch surprisingly soft and comforting. He could sense the shift in her energy, the anger dissipating, and a new, more nurturing aura taking its place.
At that moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them, a raw and powerful connection fueled by their deep-rooted bond and their shared past of unfulfilled desires. As he felt her hands begin to caress him, a shudder ran through his body, his need for her touch, her warmth, and her reassurance palpable. His words came out as a choked whisper, filled with the weight of his longing and vulnerability, “Please… I beg you.” The dungeon echoed with a whispered plea.
Her response was a comforting murmur, her fingers tracing circles on his skin, her voice soothing and understanding, “I am here.” The cold air in the room, thick with the tension of their earlier encounter, was gradually replaced with an aura of warmth and acceptance. In this space, their roles as ruler and Queen fell away, leaving them simply as two individuals seeking solace and fulfillment in one another.
With each touch and whisper, the Queen restored something lost between them, the warmth of their shared intimacy. The King lay there, feeling the tenuous grip of his control start to loosen, the walls he had carefully erected around his feelings beginning to crumble. He could no longer resist her gentle yet insistent coaxing, the heat and wetness that waited for him just within reach, an invitation he found himself unable and unwilling to decline.
As the Queen continued her intimate exploration, the King’s world narrowed down to her fingers as they found their mark; the gentle intrusion at the tight entrance to his rear was an overwhelming yet delicious sensation, the kind that he had only imagined in the most secret, unspoken recesses of his mind. Her fingers circled his entrance, a tantalizing precursor before the first finger slid into him, the initial resistance of his body quickly giving way to acceptance. The penetration, while new and disconcerting, also brought about an unfamiliar but undeniable sense of pleasure.
While initially hesitant, her touch became increasingly confident with his positive responses, adding another digit as he slowly opened up to her, the feeling of fullness increasing along with the tempo of his heartbeat. As her movements quickened, he began to moan softly, the sounds escaping from deep within him and filling the silent cell, the act of submission adding to his arousal, making his body react in unexpected ways. His shaft started to harden and throb as her fingers stretched and teased, a reaction both to her touch and to his own surrender.
The King was in a heightened state of pleasure and arousal, his body reacting to every movement and caress. His cock, hard and throbbing, betrayed his words from moments before, “Please… not like this… not… not here,” he gasped out, but the conviction was no longer there, the resistance crumbling in the face of his overwhelming desire. He was losing himself in her, his hips starting to push back against her movements, the boundaries of his own control blurring with every passing second.
His words were lost to her, though. She was lost in the moment and started pumping her hand into him. Her fingers plunged deeper and deeper into him, and the King could feel the slick fingers driving him to new heights. As he arched his back and surrendered fully to her touch, the Queen responded by picking up her pace, her fingers curling and pressing against the sensitive area within him that sent sparks of ecstasy throughout his entire body.
She leaned forward then, her breasts, now free from their restraints, hung just above his head. The feeling was almost too much for the King – her strong hand was pressing deeply inside his ass, and she was leaning her large chest over him. She knew exactly what to say to her submissive lover.
She began to lean further until her breast was level with the King’s head, and she pushed it gently to the side of his face. “What a big boy…” She muttered softly, and she guided her breast to the King’s lips. With her other arm, she continued to finger-fuck his rear, all the while pushing her breast into his mouth.
The King moaned as his lips made contact with her supple mound, and, at that moment, the Queen took her opportunity to thrust the pert nipple into the waiting mouth. The King could not resist her – the taste of her skin, the softness of her breast, and the strength of her hand all worked in unison to force the King to his knees.
The King opened his mouth, accepting her offering, his lips wrapping around the hard nub of her nipple as the Queen positioned herself so that her other breast dangled tantalizingly just above him, its large, inviting mass swaying gently with her every movement. His eyes widened in anticipation, knowing that it too would soon meet the same fate as its companion, the act of nursing at her bosom a surrender of his control, his kingship, his very being to her.
The Queen’s hand, the instrument of his submission, didn’t let up as he suckled at her, the rhythm of her fingers plunging into him synchronizing with the movement of her breast against his tongue, each inward thrust matched with a surge of her warm, soft flesh into his eager mouth. He moaned around her, the vibration of his voice sending ripples of pleasure throughout her body as his lips sealed tightly around her nipple, his tongue lashing and flicking the sensitive tip, his own need and desire driving him forward into a fervent, desperate pace. The act was raw, visceral, and all-consuming, a demonstration of her absolute authority over him, an assertion of her unchallenged power over both his mind and body.
But she was not content to stop there. As he nursed at her, his eyes hooded with pleasure and surrender, her other breast hovered, an invitation too enticing to be ignored. With his hands, now shaking with the intensity of his arousal, he grasped her other breast, his palm barely covering the whole, generous curve, the weight of her ample flesh a delicious burden he was only too willing to bear.
He guided the other breast to his mouth, his lips, and tongue already wet with her taste from its counterpart, the movement as natural and inevitable as the rising sun. As his lips locked around the second nipple, she was transported. The sensation of him, so willing, desperate, and utterly his, was intoxicating. Her eyes rolled back as a deep groan emanated from her chest, a primal expression of her dominance and his submission. His mouth and tongue worked their magic; the sensation of his suckling, so powerful and so complete, consumed her entirely. The King, the once indomitable and proud ruler, was now reduced to this, a mere subject of her desires and a slave to her will.
Her fingers continued to plunge into his rear, her rhythm never wavering, every inward thrust matched with his own movements upon her breast. She moaned again, her body shuddering with pleasure, and he felt it. He felt her joy, her control, and it heightened his own desire even more; the act of submitting to her was his most incredible, most shameful pleasure. His mouth was unrelenting, his tongue dancing across her nipple in a wild and fervent dance of desire. He could not stop, he would not stop, for this was his submission, his pleasure, his downfall, and his ascension, all at once.
But the act was not one-sided, nor was the Queen’s control so easily won. The power of his nursing was undeniable; the force and need with which he clung to her breasts sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. Her moans, once controlled and dominant, now began to betray a more profound, more primal need, a need to be fulfilled and sated.
The King’s eyes flickered, a spark of understanding ignited in their depths, and his mouth, hands, and body responded. He pushed against her harder, his mouth working more frantically, his desire fueling hers in a relentless, circular feedback of need and satisfaction, submission and dominance, a cycle that was both empowering and consuming. This was not just his surrender to her; it was their union, a convergence of two powerful beings in a mutual act of self-discovery, a journey towards an unknown, shared destiny.
Her moans grew louder, her breath more ragged, the tempo of their union quickening as they both spiraled toward the pinnacle of pleasure. She was in control, she was being served, she was dominating and dominated, the lines of power blurring into insignificance in the face of their shared ecstasy.
“Here…” she groaned as his mouth tugged fiercely on her teat, and his fingers dug into the soft, malleable skin. Her grip on his shaft, once a firm and confident assertion of power, now trembled, shaken by the storm of sensations that raged within her, “Take it…” She could feel the climax, her orgasm building with unstoppable momentum.
The Queen threw her head back as she let go of his shaft. “I…” Her eyes widened, and her jaw clenched tightly as her muscles tensed.
She let out a guttural groan. The King could see her sex contracting, pulsing, and releasing her climax as she cried out. The force of her orgasm shook her to her core. He was amazed by how beautiful she was in her moment.
She leaned back, pulled herself out of the King’s mouth, and stood back on shaky legs, her knees almost giving in with each step.
“Oh God…” She moaned as her orgasm slowly subsided.
Her legs were weak, and she felt herself sinking to the ground, her knees buckling as she sat on the cold, damp dungeon floor. “I am yours…” she whispered as her own climax began to ebb. She was exhausted but contented. Their mutual pleasure, the height of ecstasy, the ultimate surrender was now their shared destiny, forever entwined, a tale as old as time, yet as fresh and vibrant as the morning dew upon a virgin bloom.
She looked over at the King and said, “Come.” He rose from the floor, still reeling from the intense, intimate act they had just shared. She beckoned him, and he came closer, unable to resist, his body still thrumming with the aftershocks of their shared intimacy, and he crawled towards her, like a servant to his mistress, eager and willing to please.
As the King moved towards her, he felt a sense of surrender and anticipation mingling within him, the weight of his kingship momentarily forgotten in the wake of his overwhelming desire. The dungeon was no longer a cold and harsh space; it was their sanctuary, the witness of their most private and profound moments.
The Queen’s voice was a soft command, laced with her unyielding authority and a hint of her lingering arousal. “I want you in my mouth…” her eyes were fixed on him, a mixture of hunger and love evident in their depths.
His face flushed with heat, his body reacting to her words in a manner he could no longer conceal, “Oh… yes…” he could only whisper in response, the power of his voice lost to his desire. Her request, or her demand, sent shivers down his spine and reignited the flame threatening to engulf him again.
As if in a trance, the King positioned himself before her, the epitome of obedience to her wishes. Intense and unwavering, her gaze remained on him as he lowered himself onto her face. The sight of her beneath him, her mouth open and inviting, was a scene of beauty and power, her strength and vulnerability coexisting in a delicate balance that mirrored their very relationship.
The Queen didn’t hesitate, didn’t wait for any signal from him. She wanted him, and she would take him, her own desires paramount. Her hands reached up, pulling his hips downwards, her movements confident and sure, a reflection of her unwavering resolve and unquenchable hunger. The act was raw, visceral, and immediate. She took his manhood, guiding it towards her open mouth, the warm, wet heat of her cavern enveloping him completely. There was a moment of exquisite relief, the sensation of being fully embraced by her overwhelming him.
The feeling was indescribable. His mouth opened, but no sound emerged, his vocal cords frozen in disbelief and awe at the sheer sensation of being taken like this, of being swallowed by her. His mind reeled, trying to grapple with the reality of his kingship being temporarily eclipsed, supplanted by this new role of the subservient and the submissive.
The Queen wasted no time. Her mouth, once a conduit of power and authority, now wrapped tightly around him, the wetness of her lips, the heat of her breath enveloping his length in an all-encompassing warmth that rendered him mute. She moved with a purpose, her mouth working on him, drawing him in deeper and deeper with each movement, the motion of her lips a testament to her own desires, her own need, a need that she now fulfilled unabashedly.
She began sucking him, and the King gasped, his body jerking with the shockwave of pleasure her movements wrought, her tongue swirling around the tip of his member as her mouth worked tirelessly, pulling him deeper into her, the sensation almost too much to bear, and yet, he couldn’t, wouldn’t dream of asking her to stop.
Her movements grew bolder, more fervent, the wet, slurping sound of her mouth on him echoing in the cold dungeon, a stark contrast to the heat they shared. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him in, the intensity of her actions a direct mirror of her authority over him, her power absolute, and her control undeniable.
As he gasped and shivered under the force of her desire, she paused briefly, her lips releasing him for a fraction of a second, just long enough for her to issue her following command. Her tone was commanding, leaving no room for debate or defiance, “Come inside me… give me what I want,” undeniable power in her voice. And with that, she enveloped him again, her pace increasing, her tongue dancing circles around his shaft as she pushed him closer and closer to his inevitable climax.
She sucked and sucked, her hands wrapped firmly around him, and her lips sealed tightly, forming an irresistible suction that pulled and teased at him relentlessly, each motion a testament to her mastery of him and his body. Her movements were strong, insistent, and demanding, pushing him towards a crescendo that he knew would be swift, powerful, and beyond his control.
He groaned loudly, his voice echoing off the walls, but was drowned out by the sounds of her insistent suckling, and as he reached his climax, the release was explosive, “Yes, yes, yes…” He could only murmur in surrender as she drew his climax out from him, his essence filling her mouth, a hot, thick torrent of his desire, of his submission. The orgasm was intense, a culmination of his surrender to her and the fulfillment of his passion, as her mouth continued to suck and slurp until he was utterly spent and shivering from the aftermath of their intense encounter.
But the act was far from complete, and the scene of his submission was not entirely set. She withdrew from him, his softening manhood leaving her mouth with an almost comical pop, her eyes meeting his with an intense, daring look. With a movement both gentle and insistent, she pushed him back. His body, still reeling from his recent climax, was pliant in her hands as she flipped their positions, and he was now beneath her, the weight of his body pressed against the cold, hard ground, her mouth hovering just above him.
The anticipation was palpable as she held his seed, the proof of his pleasure, within her mouth. She was deliberate and methodical in her movements as she slowly lowered her lips, and when they touched his, the kiss that followed was unlike any other. He was hers, completely and unequivocally. The act was an exchange of power and pleasure, an admission of her control, and a seal of his submission. As the warm liquid exchanged from her mouth to his, the very essence of him returning to him in a manner both surreal and sensual, he swallowed.
The taste of his own seed on her tongue was salty and bitter, yet strangely satisfying, a symbol of his complete surrender. He drank of it, not because he was compelled to, but because he consciously decided to embrace his desire and fulfill her every command. The act of submission was total and unreserved as he accepted her, her wishes, and her desires, and in doing so, accepted himself, his own passions and needs.
He swallowed again, his throat moving, his eyes locked on her, and as he felt the last drops of his essence slip down, a shiver ran through his body, an echo of the intimacy and power they had just shared, a testament of his love, respect, and unending submission to the one he had pledged to forever. As they lay in the dim dungeon, the sounds of their mutual submission echoing around them, nothing remained to be said. Words, after all, would have been redundant in the wake of their actions.
A short while had passed while the King recovered; the Queen
stood over him, his body still shuddering with the afterglow of their shared intimacy.
A thought crossed the King’s mind. What if he were to use the situation to his advantage? He thought briefly before saying, “Would you untie me…?”
But the Queen was too bright. She shook her head. “You need more training,” she replied as she reached down and grasped his shaft once more, the firm, demanding touch eliciting a groan of surrender from his lips. As the Queen began her expert caressing and stroking, she was resolute and firm, a force of nature in her dominance, each movement calculated to extract his surrender from his core. With every motion, he felt himself succumb to her will, his body responding with a readiness that betrayed his attempts at resistance.
“I… no… not like…,” his voice was weak, barely audible. His will crumbled with each stroke of her hand. But as she continued, something changed within him. Instead of fighting, he gave in, surrendering to her control.
The room was silent, save the sounds of her stroking and his muffled moans of pleasure and defeat. Then, she withdrew her hand from his member, and a small sigh escaped his lips, the absence of her touch a momentary reprieve. The dungeon’s cold stone floor beneath him was a stark reminder of their roles in this intimate power exchange, his vulnerability heightened by the icy chill that seemed to envelop him.
The Beauty Inside
Betty saw the spark when no one else noticed. Everyone would agree that Kendra is an ugly duckling. Betty considered her new project a piece of clay instead of a concrete visage built with bone and flesh.
“Why are we doing this?” Kendra asked Betty one day while they were shopping for makeup.
“Doing what?” Betty smiled, kissing Kendra tenderly on the cheek.
“All of this! You are a beautiful woman with the whole world at your fingertips. Why are you wasting your time with me?”
Betty’s smile softened as she looked into Kendra’s unsure eyes, reflecting the harsh lights of the beauty store. Aisles of promise surrounded them, each product a whisper of potential transformation. “Because,” she began, her voice as gentle as the touch she had just shared, “true beauty, the kind that matters, isn’t just about what’s on the surface. It’s about seeing someone for what they can become, not just what they appear to be now.”
She guided Kendra to a quiet corner of the store, away from the curious glances of other shoppers. “Kendra, everyone has a light within them, a unique beauty just waiting to be discovered and nurtured. When I met you, I saw that light in you, flickering but unmistakable. And I knew it could shine brightly with a little care.”
Kendra looked down, fidgeting with a tester lipstick. Its bold and vibrant color starkly contrasted with her usual muted tones. “But why me? There must be others more… more deserving of your time.”
Betty took Kendra’s hand, pulling her gently so they faced a large, ornate mirror that stood like a sentinel at the end of the aisle. “Look at us,” she urged. They were a study in contrast in the mirror: Betty, with her effortless grace and beauty, and Kendra, still wrapped in her insecurities despite the blossoming changes.
“Because, my dear, beauty is not a finite resource. Sharing it and helping someone see their worth and beauty doesn’t diminish my own. It makes the world a more beautiful place for all of us.” Betty’s voice was earnest, her belief in her words unshakeable.
Kendra’s eyes met Betty’s in the mirror, and she searched for sincerity in her gaze. She found an unwavering belief in herself, a belief that no one had ever shown her before. It was overwhelming, and for a moment, she felt the flicker within her flare into a small but steady flame.
“Okay,” Kendra whispered, a tentative smile beginning to form. “What do we do next?”
Betty’s grin was infectious, her energy palpable. “Now, we make the world see you as I do. We’ll start with this,” she said, picking up a palette of eyeshadows, their colors rich and daring. “And then, we’ll let your inner beauty do the rest.”
As they turned back to the dazzling array of makeup, Kendra felt a shift within her. For the first time, she began believing she could be more than she had always seen in the mirror. With Betty by her side, she was ready to embark on this transformation journey, not just of her exterior, but of how she saw herself.
The thought of her transformation and beauty awakened something inside her, like a caterpillar emerging from its cocoon. She felt sexy, confident, and more alive than ever before. Betty took her hand, leading her to a full-length mirror.
As Kendra looked at her reflection, she could hardly believe her eyes. Her face was flawless, her lips full and perfectly shaped. Her eyes shined with a newfound confidence, and her long lashes framed them beautifully. Her body was a masterpiece, with curves that could make any woman envious. Her breasts were large and perfectly round, while her hips were just the right size to accentuate her slender waist. Her legs seemed to go on forever, and her toned stomach was adorned with a sexy tattoo.
“This is what you were always meant to be,” Betty whispered, her eyes glistening with happiness. “You have always been beautiful, Kendra, but now you can see it yourself.”
Kendra turned to Betty, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Thank you, Betty. I never knew how much I needed this. You’ve changed my life.”
Betty smiled warmly, taking Kendra’s hands in hers. “It’s my pleasure,” she said. “And remember, this is just the beginning. There is so much more to explore and discover!”
Betty led Kendra to her bedroom, feeling the tension rising between them like a tangible thing. They stood there, their eyes locked, as if they were lost in each other’s gaze. Betty reached up and cupped Kendra’s cheek gently, her thumb tracing the contours of her newfound beauty.
“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t believe I had a hand in creating this moment.”
Kendra leaned into her touch, feeling the warmth of Betty’s hand against her skin. “Thank you,” she said softly. “I never thought I could feel this way.”
Betty smiled, her eyes shining with affection. “I can’t wait to show you more, Kendra.”
She closed the gap between them, their lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of respect and admiration, a kiss that promised so much more. Betty pulled back slightly as their lips parted, her eyes searching Kendra’s.
“I want you to know,” she said, low and earnest, “that I will take my time with you. There’s no rush, and I want you to be comfortable and enjoy every moment.”
Kendra nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. “I trust you, Betty.”
Betty’s heart swelled with gratitude as she heard Kendra’s trust words. She knew this was a moment they would both remember forever, and she wanted to make this as memorable as possible for her new friend.
Taking Kendra’s hand, Betty led her to the plush, king-sized bed in the center of the room. She sat on the edge, her long legs stretching before her. Kendra stood before her, her eyes fixed on Betty’s face, her essence a mixture of apprehension and desire.
“Come closer,” Betty whispered, patting the bed beside her. “Let me show you how beautiful you are.”
Kendra hesitantly took a step forward, her eyes never leaving Betty’s. The older woman reached up and slowly unbuttoned Kendra’s blouse, her fingers dancing over the fabric. She could feel the heat radiating from Kendra’s body, the tension between them like a living thing.
With each button undone, Kendra felt liberated. The cool air against her skin as her blouse fell open felt like a breeze. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she trusted Betty completely. She knew she was in good hands.
As Kendra’s blouse finally slid from her shoulders, Betty’s eyes widened in appreciation. She could see the outline of a lacy, black bra beneath the thin fabric of Kendra’s tank top, and it sent a thrill through her body. She knew that Kendra was feeling vulnerable, but she also sensed that she was eager to explore her newfound sensuality.
“You’re stunning,” Betty murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached up and gently traced the outline of the tattoo that adorned Kendra’s stomach, her fingers lingering on the delicate swirls and lines.
As Betty’s touch ignited a fire, Kendra felt a shiver run through her body. She had never felt so desirable, so alive. It was as if Betty had awakened something profound inside her that had been dormant for far too long.
Betty could sense Kendra’s desire and wanted to take things slowly and savor every moment of their union. She knew that Kendra was a virgin, and she wanted to make sure that her first experience was one she would never forget.
As Betty’s fingers danced along the edge of Kendra’s tank top, they slowly began to move inwards, teasingly tracing the swell of her breasts. She watched with bated breath as Kendra’s body responded to her touch, her nipples hardening and pressing against the thin fabric of her top.
Feeling confident in her touch, Betty’s hand moved lower, gently gliding over Kendra’s stomach, causing her to let out a soft gasp of surprise. The heat from Kendra’s body seemed to beckon Betty’s touch, and she couldn’t resist the urge to explore further.
Under the guise of innocence, Betty began to play with the hem of Kendra’s tank top, her fingertips brushing against the soft skin of her lower back. Despite their playful banter, an undercurrent of tension grew between them, a mixture of anticipation and fear of what was to come.
Sensing the change in the atmosphere, Betty slowly began to pull the tank top away from Kendra’s body, revealing the delicate lace of her black bra. The sight of it sent a jolt of desire through her body, and she felt her panties becoming damp with arousal.
As she slipped the tank top off of Kendra, she allowed her eyes to roam freely over her body, taking in the sight of her firm, perky breasts and the way they pressed against the lacy fabric of her bra. She knew she was making Kendra uncomfortable but couldn’t help herself. She was too far gone, too entranced by the sight of her nearly naked body.
The feeling of Kendra’s nipple stiffening against her fingertips was more than Betty could resist. Slowly, she lowered her head and took the hardened nub into her mouth, gently biting and sucking. The moans that escaped Kendra’s lips seemed to echo throughout the room, driving Betty further into a frenzy of lust and desire.
Kendra’s hands found their way into Betty’s hair, guiding her mouth in a dance of pleasure across her breasts. Teasing and nipping at one nipple, then the other, Betty felt the heat pooling between her legs as she expertly ate at her lover’s chest.
The lace of Kendra’s black bra was now damp with Betty’s saliva as she continued to worship her breasts, each lick and suck pulling more cries of pleasure from deep within Kendra’s throat. With a sudden and fierce intensity, Betty bit down on Kendra’s nipple, feeling her shudder beneath her touch as she felt the sharp sting of pain mix with the overwhelming pleasure.
Kendra’s hips bucked against Betty, a silent plea for more. Sliding her hands down to Kendra’s panties, she teased at the waistband, slowly dipping her fingers beneath the elastic to brush against the soft, trimmed curls.
The feeling of Betty’s fingers against her most intimate area sent a shiver down Kendra’s spine, her body trembling with a need that she had never felt before. As Betty’s mouth moved from one nipple to the other, her fingers gently stroked the folds of Kendra’s pussy, feeling the slickness of her arousal.
As she dipped her fingers deeper, she felt the tightness of Kendra’s entrance, and a wicked idea flashed through her mind. Slowly, she pulled her mouth away from Kendra’s nipple, her eyes locked with hers as she began to unbutton her jeans.
Kendra’s eyes widened at Betty’s actions, but she could say nothing. She was too far gone, too consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her body. She could do nothing but watch as Betty stripped herself of her clothes, leaving her completely vulnerable and at the mercy of her lover’s touch.
As the last piece of clothing hit the floor, Betty returned her attention to Kendra’s breasts, her hungry mouth devouring her nipples as her fingers pushed deeper into her pussy. She could feel the tightness of her walls clenching around her, and she knew that it wouldn’t be long before she brought Kendra to the edge of ecstasy.
But she wanted to take her time, to explore and cherish every inch of her body. As she moved from one nipple to the other, she could feel her arousal growing, the slickness of her pussy matching that of Kendra’s.
As if pulled by an invisible force, their bodies came together, the heat of their pussies pressed against one another as they ground against one another. Betty could feel the slickness of their arousal mingling together, creating a wet, slippery sensation that sent shivers of pleasure throughout her body.
As she continued to plunge her fingers into Kendra, she could feel her own body reaching its peak, her hips bucking against her hand as she continued to drive her fingers deep into Kendra’s pussy. She could feel the walls of her pussy tightening around her, and she knew that Kendra was close, but she didn’t want to stop.
At that moment, the last vestige of control seemed to give way, and Kendra leaned forward, her mouth seeking out Betty’s. The kiss was like a spark, igniting the fire slowly building between them. Betty could feel the heat of Kendra’s body, and she knew that this was only the beginning of the night’s explorations.
As Betty slowly sank to her knees before Kendra, she could see the anticipation and desire burning in her eyes. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body trembling with a need she had never felt before. She knew what she was about to do would change everything between them, and she couldn’t help but feel excited and terrified by the prospect.
With a tender touch, she reached out and gently spread Kendra’s legs apart, her breath hitching as she caught her first glimpse of her pussy. It was beautiful and perfect in its way, the dark, trimmed curls surrounding her swollen, slick folds. She could see the glistening wetness that coated her pussy, and she knew that she was more than ready for her touch.
Slowly, she leaned forward, her eyes never leaving Kendra’s as she gently licked the length of her pussy. The taste of her was sweet and tangy, and she couldn’t help but moan as she felt her own body respond to the sensation.
She knew she was teasing Kendra and driving her mad with her slow, tantalizing pace. But she couldn’t help it. She wanted to explore every inch of her, to make this moment last as long as possible.
As she continued to lick at Kendra’s pussy, she felt her pussy throbbing in response, a deep, aching need that grew stronger with each passing moment. She knew that she couldn’t hold back for much longer, that her own body was begging for release.
So, she did what she had dreamed of doing since she first saw Kendra. She buried her face in her pussy, her tongue pushing deep into her folds as she began to suck and lick at her in earnest.
Kendra’s moans filled the room, and Betty could feel her body trembling beneath her touch. She knew that she was close, that her touch was pushing her to the edge of ecstasy. And she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at the fact that she was the one to bring her there.
As she continued to devour her pussy, she felt Kendra’s hands tangle in her hair, the pressure of her fingers urging her on as she began to grind against her face. She could feel the walls of her pussy clenching around her tongue, and she knew that she was seconds away from coming.
So, she did what she knew would send her over the edge. She gently bit down on her clit, the sudden sharpness of the sensation sending Kendra spiraling into ecstasy.
As Kendra’s body shook with the force of her orgasm, Betty could feel her release coming. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer, that her own body was on the verge of coming apart at the seams.
So, as she continued to lick at Kendra’s pussy, she reached down and began to rub at her swollen clit. She knew it wouldn’t take much that she was already so close to the edge. As she felt the first wave of her release hit her, she knew she had done it. She had pushed herself to the edge and taken Kendra with her.