The short sikha of Nadjia’s pubic hair smelled of acacia flowers. A young attendant had lingered long while bathing her this evening, running her fingers through the obsidian fleece as she applied the shampoo. And even now the girl lay fantasising about stroking that fragrant delta, as her boyfriend eased his tongue over the pink crinkles of her own freshly shaven cunt.
Gilinda broke from the kiss and moved down to take a languorous lick, Nadjia bucking as the practiced tongue slithered over her clit and worked its way downward. Nadjia groaned. “Use your tongue…your fingers,” she begged, rearing up. “Front and back…make me cum …”
The policewoman slipped one finger into Nadjia’s slit and the other into her ass and, using the gloriously unabated slick, began to gently and frictionlessly finger-fuck their little sweetmeat as Gilinda’s tongue licked and lapped and kept her moist.
“Kiss me,” Laura whispered and Gilinda obliged.
“Lick her with me,” Gilinda breathed hoarsely while Nadjia wriggled under them, pushing her burning clit in their faces.
“Make me cum… Make me cum…” Nadjia chanted. “I can cum many times and the days are long between your visits…”
Laura and Gilinda are suckling at her cunt, their faces wet with honey. Their tongues snake out across her plump labia and lick her clit in turn, making the delirious woman cry out in pleasure, sending shivers through the pussies of the listening women.
“Finger-fuck her with me,” Laura gasps and Gilinda nods. The two of them sliding their middle fingers up into Nadjia’s hot and hungry canal as their tongues duel over her clit. While the adjacent women of privilege groan and writhe and frig themselves most indelicately.
“Now her ass,” Laura gasps and pushes in. Gilinda struggles to squeeze into the hidden duct with her as Nadjia’s overworked muscles start to contract and she starts to cum. The lovers, pussies on fire, push deeper and feel the quaking woman’s cunt and asshole convulse around their fingers as they fuck her, tongues merciless on her clit and slit.
Nadjia howls like a jackal baying at the moon as she orgasms, her pussy hot and sweet with spendings. Similar noises peel through the covert depths and leak out over the lake as the neighbouring women join their lascivious sister and unleash the climaxes of their hot and heavy pussies.
“What’s that sound?” Laura asks, her face wet with Nadjia’s sweet and sticky syrup.
“It’s the song of the night naiads. It’s the women you ogled in the baths; my Munchkins have all been stroking their needy little pussies while they listened to us fucking Nadjia. Now they want to hear you scream as Nadjia shows you a similar kindness.”
“They’re all touching themselves right now?”
“Oh yes, and how sweetly they sing. Now slip your panties off and sit on Nadjia’s face… I’ll take off my clothes…and straddle her…and kiss you… Oh yes…that’s soooo good…”
Laura’s white panties tumble to the floor beneath her feet like a subservient spectre in the low light. She pushes her heavy bottom and wet cunt into Nadjia’s face and feels the woman’s tongue immediately reach out to explore. Laura shivers with pleasure and reaches out for Gilinda, who’s equally bare and sitting cunt to cunt on the supine Nadjia. She kisses her lips, still slick with pussy juice.
“How is she, Nadjia?” Gilinda asks as Laura slakes her neck in kisses.
“Hot and gooey, good Gilinda, with a sweet plump pussy that tastes of nectarines, but a tight back hole that is all salt and spicy…”
There’s a groan along the corridors as they visualise the hot and puffy cunt and deep ass-crack of the succulent blonde familiar who had ogled them in the baths.
Lick her good and slow, Nadjia, they all whisper, fingers buried deep in hot wet slippery caves. Make her wail… We want to hear…
“Fuck me…fuck me,” Laura gasps.
“Don’t you cum without me,” Gilinda begs, rubbing her bare and hairless cunt on Nadjia’s thatch.
“Then cum…NOW!” Laura screams, as once again the sound of cumming cunts echo up and down the halls.
“And now I’ll tell you the story of my cunt…” Gilinda whispers in her ear as they cling to each other, their sopping pussies glazing the naked Nadjia’s smiling face and calming cunt.
Chapter 6
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The Story of Gilinda’s Cunt
“My story starts in black-and-white, but it ends in Technicolor,” Gilinda begins. It starts in the slums of Kansas, far away from the magic of Munchkinland and the Emerald City.”
“But it’s going to feature lots of cocks and pussies, isn’t it?” Laura asks, snuggling closer. It’s four in the morning and they’re fully dressed but with no panties on, skirts lifted and legs apart, lying together on a plush sofa in a recently vacated suite.
Gilinda squeezes her friend’s pussy and gives her a kiss. “Oh yes, my luscious one, there’s lots of pussy. But you will have to tell me if it’s the cock and cunt story that you’ve been expecting…”
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I lived in a tiny house on the Kansas Road Housing Estate with my aunt and uncle. I lost my parents when I was very young, and my Uncle Henry and Aunt Emily who looked after me were very poor. There was never enough to go around, but it was a house full of love, and most of my memories there are happy. There were winters without heat, and some days without food. But Henry and Em could always sweet talk old Hetty the social worker out of taking me into foster care. The run-down terrace houses were tightly packed side by side, with barely a narrow alley between them, and a boy a few years older than me lived next door. As a young girl, I secretly idolised him. I wanted to do everything he did – play football like him, ride a bike like him. For me, the very idea of owning a bike was pure fantasy. It seemed he always had girlfriends and, as he got older, those girlfriends became more and more numerous. I used to spy on them from my front window, watch the girls stand on tiptoe and look into his face with dilated eyes as they kissed and whispered together in front of his house. And how I envied him. I longed for someone to swoon over and desire me with as little effort on my part as it took on his. To look into my face with eyes that said, “I would do anything for you.” I found the girls fascinating. At times I’m sure I cared more about his girlfriends than he did. I knew how many he had at any one time. I knew who was new, and who was gone for good. I knew who was fiery and who was sweet, who was a brazen slut and who was a fairy tale romantic – and a few who were both.
Separated by the tiny alleyway, our bedrooms were side by side, our windows looking in on one another. When he would go upstairs with the girls, I too would creep up to my bedroom. I’d lock the door and sit in the dark, pretending that no one was home. I’ll never know if he genuinely believed that no one was watching him, or if he secretly hoped that I was. Either way, he never drew his window curtains.
I’d lie there alone in the dark listening to all the little noises that the girls made when he licked and pawed them, lifted their short skirts, or peeled off their tight jeans to touch their bare, diffident cunts that they’d shaved so carefully that afternoon. I used to love watching for his first sighting of a girl’s pussy, hear him gasp as he saw it, run his fingers along the slit that I always hoped was hot and wet.
Uncle Henry and Aunt Emily were very strict. They wanted to protect me from everything, so I wasn’t allowed boyfriends, even when I was old enough to have them. So my sexual development was a voyeuristic one. I spent my time playing with my own pussy and watching the boy next door perform with increasing oral ability upon the girl of his choice, biding my time before cumming until the giggling, gawping girls brought his big cock out to play.
I didn’t like it so much if they just missionary-fucked; there wasn’t so much to see then. But I loved to watch them suck him off, her red lips moving up and down his big shaft, his seeping head coming out all wet and slick with her saliva as she pulled his for
eskin right down and licked around his fat cock-tip, making him groan and beg. She would always do what he wanted, take him in her cunt or in her ass, or swallow when he came inside her mouth if that’s what he asked for. But I liked it best of all when he wanted to give her a facial, and I sat stroking my pussy in the dark, biting my lip to stop myself from crying out, as she oiled his big cock up and down until he squirted his hot creamy liquid all over her mouth and face.
My life was normal if very poor and a little perverted. But I was happy and content, until the day of the big storm, when the new social worker blew into our lives to replace old Hetty. Miss Gulch she was called, a bare-faced pinched woman who looked around her in disgust as she sat on Em and Henry’s battered old sofa and made notes in the big brown folder on her lap.
I was nearly eighteen and, while the state found my aunt and uncle too penurious to care for me any further, the law prevented me from being removed from home and turned out onto the streets. So, the next day I was ushered into a waiting car, while an apologetic social worker handed Em a warrant to place me in the care of the state for one year. I still remember that journey. The day was crisp and clear in mid October. The car smelled like leather and chewing gum. And it smelled like change. The female driver and the male passenger were courteous and kind, and made every effort to put me at ease. But I knew that the life that I’d grown accustomed to was behind me, and I spent most of the journey trying not to cry.
My room at the youth centre was clean and quiet. The heat and force of the working shower was a luxury I’d never known. Still, I lay in the clean, comfortable bed, beneath freshly laundered blankets and cried myself to sleep.
In the morning, I woke to the sound of a buzzing intercom. Bleary-eyed, I approached the door and pressed the button. A little face appeared on the screen, all pixelated and green.
“Who are you?” I asked warily.
“Oz, the great and powerful,” a warm voice chuckled. “My name is Frank Morgan and I’m your personal growth advisor here at the centre. Would you like to join me for breakfast?”
I did join Frank for breakfast that morning. I found him to be understanding and kind and, even after a tearful night, I smiled easily in his company. My time at the centre was happy and, while I missed my family home dreadfully, I found that Frank became a sort of surrogate Uncle Henry. And so I joined him for breakfast almost every morning thereafter.
The centre was a wonderful place. They took in young people between 12 and 18 years old, and they helped to turn some very disadvantaged kids into some extraordinary adults. I was one of them. I never realised how many of my choices had been dissolved by poverty. The centre gave some of those choices back to me. They arranged all sorts of things – internships, courses, day trips, language lessons. Anything they could do for us, they would. As I developed, I found I had a gift for calming people in my company. Were it not for Frank, I might never have known that. Perhaps he saw it in me because he had a similar way about him.
I still hadn’t had a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend, for that matter. I suppose I didn’t really know who I wanted, so I had no one. I still touched myself at night, thinking about the noises that the boy next door used to coax from his girls. And I thought about something else. As I touched and teased myself, I thought about what it would be like to have sex with Frank. I knew it was wrong. He was old enough to be my father, and he’d certainly taken the place of Uncle Henry in my new life. But no one could see my thoughts in the darkness of my little room, and the sheer crudeness of these fantasies used to hasten my orgasms and make me cum explosively.
(Back in the plush Lakeshore suite, Laura whimpered in empathy, as though the thought of the deviant teenage Gilinda on the brink of a violent orgasm had pushed the policewoman very near to a similar state. Undeterred by the effect of the story on her lover, Gilinda continued her tale.)
After months of teasing climax after climax from my cunt with these dirty thoughts, I finally decided to try and make my fantasy a reality.
“I suppose you and I have that in common,” Laura intoned, her slick fingers keeping herself simmering carefully. “I was also a very precocious novice.”
I knew Frank stayed up late to shut down the facility and to make sure all the kids were in their rooms. And they all were – except for me. Without a sound, I crept from my room and made my way through the dark halls. I could see the light coming from beneath the door of the Boys’ showers, and I could hear a shower in use. I slipped inside and made my way down the row of empty cubicles, each with its curtain drawn aside to assure its vacancy. Frank was bathing in the last cubicle, and he had the curtain closed. I let my nightdress fall to the floor, and I stood naked in front of the curtain, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath fast and shallow. Finally, once I’d shored up enough courage, I pulled back the curtain.
“Hello Frankie,” I said sweetly.
At first, he looked appalled. “Gil…Go away!” he boomed.
He flailed frantically for the curtain but I held it from his reach. His face was a miasma of confusion as conflicting desires swirled through his head. His kind eyes were surprised, ashamed, even a little scared. But he took in my naked body and, as he did, his flaccid cock, relaxing loose and heavy in the warmth of the shower, began to grow. He looked down at his errant, tumescing cock and looked back up at me with horror.
“Please… Pay no attention to the… What are you doing here?…” Suddenly all the fight seemed to leave him, and he stopped flailing. “You know I’m… I’m actually a very good man,” he protested. “I’m just…just a very bad advisor….”
I loved watching his confusion. I loved having two halves of the same person both repel and desire me. And I loved teasing and drawing the lust out of this person whom I knew to be so sweet and conscientious and kind. I entered the cubicle and drew the curtain closed behind me. Frank flattened himself against the back wall as I approached him. Though even as he withdrew, his cock strained out to meet me. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him the way I’d watched the boy next door kiss all the girls – soft and sweet on his neck, while his cock twitched and leapt with every kiss.
“Oh no, Frank,” I told him. “You’re a wonderful man. You’re kind...” I kissed him again. “Caring…” My hand stroked his face. “Loving…” My hand wandered down his chest, over his trim stomach and came to rest on his cock. “And so, so generous.” I squeezed gently, and his penis pulsed up to its full thickness.
“Ohh…” he keened softly. “You shouldn’t…” But his hands were already reciprocating my touch. Reaching out for me, exploring my body. “This is so…so wrong. I’m meant to look after you…” His touch was so gentle, but so inquisitive. As though he was doing with his hands what he’d not even allowed his eyes to do.
We kissed and touched and explored one another, the steam of the shower enshrouding us in warmth and safety, as my pussy gushed and his penis bobbed against me, purple and swollen and begging for release. In time he knelt before me. I leant back against the warm tiles and parted my legs. The warm slick of my over-excited pussy mingled with the cascade of the water on Frank’s tongue as he licked and sucked and played with me until I came, nearly squeezing my fingertips through his skull and biting down hard on my own hand to keep from screaming the joy of my first accompanied orgasm throughout the facility.
Frank rose and I smiled at him with bleary eyes. He turned me gently to face the wall and I was grateful for the support. He wrapped his arms around me as my breasts pressed against the warm tiles. He kissed me sweetly on my neck as the heavy tube of his penis nestled in the crevice of my ass. In time, he eased my legs apart and, with the utmost care, he eased his cock inside me to fuck me sweet and slow beneath the warm water. There was some pain, but there was so much pleasure. He kissed my neck, stroked my belly, or reached up to pinch and pull gently on my nipples – all the while rocking gently in and out, back and forth, slow and deep. In time
, he reached down to draw languid circles over my clit with his nimble fingers as he fucked me. I hadn’t known so much pleasure was possible. Frank was going to make me cum again, and it took all my will not to cry out and wake every resident in the centre. When I came, I came violently, even more powerfully than when I’d fantasised about this very moment on my own. My body jerked and spasmed with a force all its own. Only Frank’s hand over my mouth held back my screams. My knees knocked and my thighs squeezed together, as though trying to tame the convulsing cunt between them. This was more than Frank could bear and the expulsive wring of my contracted cunt pushed his cock from me only to leave him pumping and spewing hot jism all over my ass and into my back.
Frank heaved against me as the warm water washed away all evidence of our transgression. Had he not wrapped an arm around my waist, I surely would have collapsed.
“I’m so sorry, Gilinda,” he panted into my ear, still kissing me as he spoke. “I’m so sorry. We should never….”
“I know,” I whispered, my head bowed. “I should never have done that. Please…I’m sorry…it will never happen again.”
Frank turned me to face him. His eyes still kind, kinder even, after what we had done. But there was sorrow in his sweet face and I knew what he was going to say before he said it.
“No, Gilinda. You’re quite right. It won’t happen again. It won’t happen again because you’ll be leaving the centre.”
“What!?” I gasped. “Because of this? This is…Frank, it’s just sex! You’ve been so kind to me Frank. I just…. Why is it wrong to show my affection! I don’t want to leave!....”
Frank could hear the panic rising in my voice and he held me close as he spoke. “It’s not because of this,” he said softly. “It’s because you’ve been here for almost a year, and your time here is nearly up. Legally we can’t keep you here any longer. You’re eighteen and an adult now.”
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