by Ashley Hind
And then they were kissing passionately and Greta’s tongue was in Angie’s mouth and she was holding her roughly, tightly, her hands all over her full orb-like breasts, her own crotch grinding into Angie’s thigh.
And it was Angie’s voice that first whispered. “Fuck me,” as they gasped for breath, and Greta dug her nails into her lover’s flesh and moaned, “I’ve waited over twenty years to hear you say those words.”
“Then don’t wait any longer, fuck me now,” Angie pleaded, afraid that the spell would be broken at any moment and that the magic would evaporate when the clock struck twelve.
And Greta grinned and quickly unzipped her friend’s fur suit and unpeeled Angie like a banana, her plump body white and almost naked under the brightly coloured fun-fur.
“I’m not dressed very sexily,” Angie apologised, lying there, so vulnerable in her socks, white pull-on bra and little green shorts-style panties, her flawless skin creamy-white like Milky Bar chocolate, a tiny wisp of strawberry blonde hair peeping from the crotch of her tight knickers.
“Then I’d better undress you,” Greta gasped, sliding her long tapered fingers under the waistband of Angie’s panties and pulling them down to her knees, her friend obligingly raising her sexy little bum to assist her, her chubby pussy all pink and inviting under its shock of reddy-blonde hair. “Fuck, you are beautiful. So beautiful. I want to eat you. Can I eat you?”
“Of course you can, but not yet. I want you to be kissing me the first time we do it together. Do me with your fingers, or I can rub myself off on your thigh...”
“Alright, hold on a second,” Greta whispered, rising for a moment and slipping her panties and tights down, kicking her shoes off into the darkness of the softly lamp-lit room. “There, now that’s better...”
And Angie nearly came on the spot as her friend lifted her skirt and she felt the damp fur of Greta’s bare cunt starting to rub on her naked thigh and she let out a groan of pleasure as Greta’s lips began to kiss and suckle at her neck while her fingers stroked up and down her rounded belly, getting nearer and nearer to Angie’s heaving pussy.
“I’ve never made another girl come before,” Greta whispered, tentatively exploring her friend’s hairy pudenda. “Do you like it fingers right in, or just on your clit?”
Angie groaned. “Either way is good. I usually start on the clit and then end up going right in. Especially when I’m thinking about you,” she added quietly, hoping that Greta wouldn’t see her blush.
“So you think about me when you wank,” Greta teased, her fingers expertly exploring Angie’s pussy and quickly finding her clit.
“I’ve thought about you every time I’ve wanked. And every time my husband fucked me. In fact, I think about you when I’m cleaning the windows or getting the bus to work... And I’ve dreamed about doing this all my life.”
“Then let’s do it,” Greta groaned as first one then another finger slid up Angie’s slippery wet slit and her own wet cunt ground into her friend’s thigh.
“Tell me you love me and then kiss me again,” Angie whispered as she felt herself tensing up ready to explode. “Tell me you love me...”
“I love you, I’ve always loved you, and I always will love you,” Greta managed to breathe as she pounded into Angie, her pussy wet and slippery against her leg.
“Then kiss me, I think I’m going to come,” Angie gasped back.
And, as they both kissed, hungrily but very sweetly, she felt the familiar tight warm spring inside her begin to coil and coil until she could hold onto it no longer and she felt it snap, her orgasm washing over her in wave after wave as Greta came too, the pair of them no longer two separate beings but one writhing animal that existed only for the pleasure that only two women rubbing their hot wet cunts together could produce.
Angie’s husband would have rolled over and gone to sleep at this point, but Greta was only just warming up, and there was a lot more love to be made that evening.
“Come on. Let’s get naked,” she grinned, getting to her feet on wobbly legs. Quickly stepping out of her skirt and jacket and standing before Angie in just one of her signature black cashmere sweaters, her nipples big and aroused even under her heavy bra.
“I think you have the most beautiful fanny in the world,” Angie thought aloud and then blushed furiously at her own words.
“It is nice, isn’t it,” Greta agreed, posing with her hands on her hips, the neat vee of her bush as dark as the wool of her tight sweater. “Mind you, yours is pretty good too!”
Angie flushed again, but managed to whisper, “I can’t wait to kiss that thick black forest!”
“Me too, lover,” Greta agreed, pulling her sweater up over her head and lying down again in just her bulky Doreen bra, her large tits rising and falling rapidly with her laboured breathing. “Now come on, get that bra off, I want to look at you naked...”
“You’ve seen me naked before,” Angie whispered as she slid the bra up and off, her breasts large and white with big pale-coloured nipples, the areolas huge.
“Yes, but I was never allowed to look before,” Greta replied, reaching behind herself and unhooking her brassiere, her big creamy bosoms tumbling out of their wire cages, the nipples huge and stiff, small areolas but dark, oh so dark, like bottled cherries, a tiny fairy circle of downy hairs around each one.
“I’ve never been so close to you before either,” Angie whispered in a tiny voice, her hand reaching out gently to touch. “Never so close to see all these lovely little hairs or feel your skin goosepimple when I touch it...”
“My pits too,” Greta whispered, lifting her arms to let Angie see. “More hot jungles for you to kiss and lick...”
“I’ll have to grow mine for you,” Angie gasped, kissing soft skin and downy hair, desperate to take one of those rubbery cherries into her mouth.
“I’ll just have to content myself with licking your little ginger pussy for now then,” Greta teased, her fingers stroking, lips kissing. “I love the way your slit shows through your minge, all pink and sugary like cotton candy. Mine’s too dark and thick to really show you what’s down there...”
“Then I think it’s about time we checked each other out,” Angie kissed into her neck. “I’ve waited a long, long time to kiss every inch of you.”
“I’ve never eaten pussy before,” Greta confessed as she slid round and started to kiss Angie’s thighs, inhaling her musk as she got nearer and nearer to heaven, pushing her own cunt towards her friend’s eager mouth.
“Just do with your tongue what you did with your fingers, my clit’s so hard you can’t go wrong,” Angie gasped, her mouth inches away from Greta’s pussy. “Fuck, you smell so good. I can’t wait to taste you...”
“You taste delicious,” Greta moaned, her little cat’s tongue already worming its way into the folds of Angie’s pussy, all her slippery wet labia puffed up and pink like a waxy orchid or confectioner’s flower. “I’ve always wondered what your pussy would taste like and now I know...”
“You taste like lobster... with a hint of cinnamon,” Angie whispered between kisses and licks. “And your clit’s so big and hard... I just want to suck it...”
Greta groaned. “Would you, would you please?”
“What? Like this?”
“Yes, oh yes! Fuck, you’re so good at this...”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Angie purred between kisses. “I love what you’re doing to me...”
“Do me harder,” Greta begged. “Pull my lips apart so that my clit sticks up and then really suck it...”
“Like this?”
“Oh yes, oh yes, I think I’m going to come...”
And she did. And Angie felt it, tasted it, as Greta wound her hands in her hair and pushed her face into her convulsing cunt. And it was the most beautiful sensation she had ever experienced, and
she drank in the sweet-salt taste of her lovers desire as Greta came and came again, her pussy flowing with honeyed nectar.
And now the heavy living room drapes hung slightly ajar and a cautious sun was starting to rise, red-gold like molten metal, the rooftops of neighbouring houses etched cut-paper black against the crimson sky. They had explored and kissed and touched for what seemed like an eternity all that magical night, and Greta had finally drifted off to sleep in the wee small hours while Angie lay, spent and content, feeling her warmth and listening to her breathing.
A new day was coming, and it might bring the happiness that Angie had always craved. Or it might bring awkward silences and eyes that wouldn’t meet yours. Long absences and cold notes saying that this wasn’t working and maybe Angie should find somewhere else to live. Apologetic conversations that started with it’s not you, it’s me...
But then Greta’s arm moved softly over Angie’s body and settled on her large, soft breast. And Greta’s lips kissed Angie’s warm buttercream neck. And then Greta’s voice was whispering in her ear. Sleepy but alert enough to know what she was saying. Greta’s voice deep and husky and dispelling all doubts.
“Will you marry me if I promise to fuck you in the shower every morning?” Greta whispered in her ear.
“Oh yes, a thousand times yes,” Angie whispered back. Her heat bursting as the sun rose and the morning sky turned a glittering sapphire blue.
Special Delivery
Roxanna Cross
An intriguing package is delivered to a posh residence. The door woman who accepts the delivery for the tenant is piqued by the alluring box. Yet, she cannot phantom the sophisticated resident of flat 5233 to be involved in anything her twisted mind is cooking up...
Today’s like any other one. Open the door. Greet the tenants with a polite smile here, a quiet hello there. Nothing out of the ordinary... until... the package came. The intriguing box has me imaging all kinds of naughty. Especially, since the delivery is for flat 5233.
Yet, I can’t imagine the alluring, sophisticated, Miss Sophie ordering anything from the sort of places that sends items in non-descript boxes as to avoid suspicion. I must admit my curiosity is piqued. Not only that. My nipples tighten as my imagination runs wild thinking about what could be hiding in that box, and, the sight of her with the items my naughty mind is cooking up.
Oh, that did it! My belly is now in knots. I can barely breathe. Too many images flash in my brain. Sizzling the blood in my veins. I need to get myself under control, I could get fired if they ever find out I’m crushing on one of the tenants.
Shit! Here she comes. Tall, collected, immaculate. Whatever’s in that box - it can’t be what I’m thinking. She’s too chic for that. I need to remind myself to keep my twisted mind in check as I greet her.
“Morning Miss Sophie,” Paige our building door woman says brightly. Did she say that with a bit too much enthusiasm? I wonder. No. This is just me being paranoid. I remind myself. Nobody knows what the courier just delivered. The package is a non-descript black box with no markings to identify its contents. Only I know what naughty treasures hide inside this mysterious parcel. I feel heat rising inside of me already.
As I’m waiting for the elevator doors to swish open, I try to get control of my racing heart. To no avail, it keeps beating to the tempo of an Irish jig in my chest. My thighs squeeze together tightly to provide friction on my pulsing clit. I dig my fingernails in my palms as my teeth sink in my lower lip. Ouch! The rusty salty taste of blood invades my mouth.
“Miss Sophie, you feel all right?” Paige asks with concern at the sight of my flushed cheeks and swollen lip.
“Oh yes, just a little heat spell is all,” I reply breathlessly.
“The A/C should be fixed by the end of the day,” she promises with a tender smile.
That won’t solve my particular ‘heat’ problem, the unbidden thoughts pop into my mind. Paige looks so sweet and gentle though, I offer her a genuine smile and say, “Thanks that will help,” I lie.
The elevator dings and I hurry inside. “See you later, Paige.”
“Have a nice day Miss Sophie,” she replies and waves to me as the door close.
Alone at last! My fingers twitch to open the box. Yet, I know the moment I lift the lid someone will get in the cart. Most of the tenants here already think I’m odd on the best days. If they caught me red handed with the contents of this box... well odd would be nicest thing they would have to say about me.
Impatiently, I watch the arrow move from number to number until it settles on my floor and the doors open once more. In a hurry to reach my flat, I nearly drop the damn thing. I close my eyes, take a deep steadying breath. The items will not disappear. I tell myself and resume walking at a more sedate pace.
“Pheeeewwww,” I let out a long breath and turn the knob. “Made it.”
Perhaps, the fact that I, at times, talk to myself is one of the reason the tenants consider me odd. Oh well. Here, in my little sanctuary, I finally peel open my treasure box. My breath catches in my throat. I knew they would be beautiful. Exquisite is the real word to use to describe the delicate crimson Chinese silk scarves within. Slowly I pull one out. The softness of it under my fingers is like thick melted chocolate - smooth and sinful.
My fingers reach inside for the other items. Eagerly, I pull out the custom made lingerie of leather and chain. The rich buttery leather feels exquisite against my skin and the finely detailed work of the knitted mail is so delicate it almost looks fragile - almost.
First, I admire the bra with the requested fitted adjustable nipple clamps. My nipples immediately harden in anticipation. Second, I’m captivated by the matching panties with a built in bullet clit vibe. My vulva throbs; pulses as if the vibe were already dancing on it.
The next item lying in the box is a hand crafted whip. Its solid handle is covered in more knitted chain mail. The near corset-style interweaving of it is breathtaking. Quicksilver runs in my veins as I keep looking at the whip. Twelve long braided tails with small little colored beads peppered throughout to mark their target makes my pussy cream.
I can’t wait anymore I tear off my clothes right here in my vestibule and bring one of the silk scarves to my eyes, tie it as tight as I can behind my head. Blindly, I pick-up the custom made leather and chain bra, wiggle it on, clamping my aroused nipples down almost to the point of pain. The flood of pleasure that infuses my pores and pussy tells me I haven’t breached that threshold of pleasure and pain - yet. I put on my specialty panties and turn on the bullet vibe.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” I let out a throaty moan and slump against my door.
My fingers reach down between the thin knitted chains and find my slick entrance. Two slowly sink inside my silken heat. Hot wet walls surround my digits and contract around them with each deep throaty moan I let out, “Ohhhhhhh.”
I bite down on my lip - hard - a trickle of blood hits my taste buds. It drives me wild. My head falls back against the door as an animalistic groan is thorn out of me.
“Arrrrrggggggghhhhhhhh.”
I don’t even care what my neighbors think! The way the clamps hold my nipples in a vice grip and how the little vibe dances on my clit is enough to make me scream bliss right about now. My skin is actually humming. That’s never happened before. I’m not sure if it’s because I took my eyesight away this time. It just seems to me that I’m feeling everything so much more intensely. To the point where a thin sheen of sweat is forming on my limbs as the inferno inside of me rages out of control.
I lick the salty moisture off of my lips and feel the bite of the clamps on my nipples as I arch my back. The bullet vibe keeps thrumming on my clit. More, I need more. That’s all I can think about as I burry a third finger inside of me. I’m so wet it slides in, curves up and hits that spongy spot sending me into euphoria.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhh. Fuck yes!” I scream as my abdomen constricts and I come on my fingers.
I don’t know how long I stay glued to my door regaining control of my senses. Eventually, my breathing returns to normal. So does my heart rate. In the moments of tranquility that follows, new little sounds reach my ears. It’s true what they say, about when you take one sense away the others become more acute. Well okay, maybe I didn’t pay attention to my newly developed sense of hearing while being super-charged turned on.
Now however, I can’t deny the fact that someone stood on the other side of my door. How long had my eavesdropper been there I wonder... Bet they heard my little performance from beginning to end. That’s how long! Well only one way to tell. Without preamble I open the door.
“Miss Sophie!” Paige exclaims with shock and embarrassment clear in her voice.
Considering that I didn’t remove my blindfold or my leather and chain accoutrements, I have no way to tell for sure what her facial expression looks like. By the way she ushers me inside and quickly closes the door behind her, I can only guess that a fierce sense of possessiveness suddenly overtakes her.
“Paige, how nice of you to stop by for a visit,” I say calmly.
As though I’m not affected at all by the fact that she just overheard me giving myself an out of this world orgasm or by how I’m currently sort of undressed.
“I-I-” she gulps. “Miss Sophie, I came to see if you were feeling better,” she stammers.
I don’t need my eyesight to know she’s on edge. The waves of nervousness pouring off of her hits me like a ton of brick. My heart races with each small noise the material her blouse creates when she pulls on her sleeves and tugs on her collar. If she’d pull and tug any harder the seams of her blouse would pop under the strain of it. Her state of extreme arousal also calls to me. The sound of friction her dress pants makes as she squeezes her thighs together turns my blood to quicksilver in my veins. Swish. Swish. Swish. Faster and faster, as if her clit is pulsing something furious and she’s trying to relief the pressure of it.