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Seduced By The Cosmetic Consultant
My name is Marnie. I am a mature married woman, in occupations a mother and housewife and business partner, a wife and lover. This is my story.
I was shopping recently one week day at Westfield when I decided to take a break for a coffee in the foodhall. It was crowded, but eventually I managed to find an unoccupied table for two. I had only been sitting there for a few minutes, crowd watching, when a woman politely asking me if I minded sharing my table with her interrupted my thoughts.
The woman was outgoing, pleasant and very personable. She was dressed in a white uniform with a name tag for a cosmetic company. The tag indicated her name was Beth. She had short natural red hair, was slim in build, small in stature, with delicate hands. Beth wore little jewelry, earrings, bracelet, fine gold chain necklace but no rings. Naturally Beth was well made up, but not over done. She was attractive, but not a beauty, just interesting in appearance, around thirty years of age. We introduced ourselves, and began talking about the crowded shopping center, discovering our mutual interest in cosmetics.
Beth had finished her sales stint for the day in the big department store dominating the shopping center. She lived near by in an apartment and invited me back to her place to have a look and try out her company’s full range of cosmetics. I accepted her invitation. We found each other’s car in the carpark, and I followed Beth to her home.
The apartment was actually a two storey town house, tastefully but plainly furnished, where Beth obviously lived alone. With a cup of coffee each we made our way upstairs to a spare bedroom, which was set up as a stockroom. Beth showed me much of her range, applying make up to me to test various different effects. We were both at ease with each other, enjoying each other’s personality and sense of humor, both able to readily communicate with each other, appreciating our differences.
In discussing a range of body and massage oils I indicated that my partner giving me massages was an important part of my intimate life. Beth seemed very interested that I enjoyed massages, and the fact I thought my partner was rather good at it. She suggested that I might like to try out some of her company’s oils and, if so, she would give me a massage right now. I was a bit surprised, in view of our brief relationship, that Beth would make such an offer; and be serious and so reassuring about it too. Beth was a sales woman and she soon convinced me to give it a go. We moved to her bedroom.
Beth stripped the double bed back to the bottom sheet and placed a large white towel over the sheet for me to lie on. As I removed my clothing Beth hung my things in the wardrobe. I did think about leaving my panties on for the sake of modesty, and then thought that one can’t have a proper massage with clothes on. So as I stripped to the nude, passing my clothes to Beth, I never gave the issue another thought; not even when Beth was very complimentary to me about my figure, which I found comforting and flattering. Nor when Beth commented on how nice and smooth my shaved pussy looked. Nor even when Beth told me she too was going to strip to avoid getting oil on her clothes.
I returned Beth’s favor, hanging her clothes as she disrobed. Beth was quite slim, with tiny waist and hips, small breasts tipped by tiny pink nipples. I noticed that Beth was a genuine red head, with sparse blond tinged light red hair trimmed to the top of her vulva.
Beth had me lay face down on the towel on the bed. She knelt beside me and began a gentle but firm massage on my neck and shoulders. I discovered Beth had a wonderful touch, relaxing and soothing. We still quietly talked to each other, enjoying the shared intimacy of the situation.
As Beth slowly worked over my body she of course touched me with more than her hands; a caress of a leg or a thigh, nothing unusual, just part of the contact between two people in this position. As Beth’s hands began to work over my bottom the fire in those intimate nerve endings were first lit. Beth’s oily fingers strayed along the gap between my cheeks, gently and softly teasing the rosebud of my anus. Her fingertips did not linger there long, just enough to let me know my inner fire could be kindled by this touch. Next Beth’s hands, as she massaged the top of my thighs and the back of my legs, strayed across the rear of my pudendum. Her touch was light, unobtrusive, almost accidental, but nevertheless sensual and erotic.
Beth knelt between my thighs to continue her work. As her hands worked over the top and sides of my upper legs she stroked my vulva more often, just on the outside, across my smooth shaved skin. As the massage progressed further down my legs this erotic touch became less frequent. My toes are particularly sensitive, so I was able to equally enjoy the attention Beth gave to them, and my feet.
At Beth’s request I turned over to lay face up on my back. The massage began again with sensitivity on my face, eyes and throat; but when Beth touched my breasts the fires started burning a little more brightly in my nerve endings. I found the female hands on my nipples somehow very erotic, and Beth commented on hard and elongated they had become; the fact of her noticing and commenting added to my awareness, and growing arousal. Kneeling beside me, Beth worked the oil down across my belly, eventually reaching my pubic mound. The hands drifting almost accidentally across my vulva felt light and silken and caressive. I couldn’t help spreading my legs a little more to facilitate Beth’s touch. All the while Beth was talking softly, reassuring but exciting and stimulating; so that I wanted her to do whatever she had in her mind to do. Beth’s fingertips strayed past my closed slit, lightly parting my portaled lips, dabbing at the hood of my clitoris, slowly exciting it to erectness and exposure. Just when my arousal levels started to rise she moved on.
Beth’s attitude to the massage was different from my previous massage experiences; the guys always seem to be anxious to get to the act of penetration. The way Beth’s hands touched me there was no indication that this was a goal for her at all. The touch to my cunt was part of the touch to the whole of my body.
Again she knelt between my legs to work her hands down the muscles of both limbs until she reached my feet. My whole body felt relaxed, but stimulated; I felt fantastic. I was lying there daydreaming in the aftermath of the massage when Beth’s tongue first touched my pussy. She had lent forward from her kneeling position between my legs to lightly touch the outside of my slit with the tip of her tongue. It snail trailed along from my belly button, down my stomach, along my slit as far as she could get, to the crack of my bottom, and back again; slowly, wetly, erotically. My god, it felt so good. I opened my eyes, looking down at her, watching her. As she reached my belly button she looked at me in a happy dreamy smiling way, before starting the journey all over again.
Beth took hold of my ankles and lifted my legs, placing a thigh over either shoulder. Now when she bent her face to my pussy my legs were further apart, my bottom raised and turned up more from the bed, my gash more exposed and more accessible to her touch. My position felt totally vulnerable, but in reality I felt completely safe and relaxed.
Again the tip of her tongue touched me, now only travelling up and down the length of the slit of my vulva. Her fingers were on my gash, parting me, opening me up inside, exposing me to her mouth. My hands reached down my body to her head, stroking her hair, as she ministered her attentions on my exposed pussy. I felt her warm breath blow on me there. I felt her tongue dip inside me, touching me in my inner private sanctum where few women had gone before. Some part of my mind told me I shouldn’t be doing this; another voice inside urged me on, to take pleasure in this new experience, to seek lustful fulfillment with this new found intimate friend. It was the second voice I followed.
Her mouth found my clitoris. The sensations that swept my body were beyond belief. All of me responded to her gentle tongue strokes, her lapping, her sucking, and her soft nibbles. My clitoris felt super sensitive. The sensations in my body suddenly just simply exploded, an orgasm coursing through me from nowhere, ripping through me as I, without any premeditated effort or thought, sailed to the stars. Unbelievable!
As I returned to the reality of the bed I found Beth looking at me, her face happy and smiling. There were no questions from her about how good it felt for me, or any request from her for my reassurance about her performance on me. What a nice change! No male ego to be stroked.
Beth now moved her body so that she was above mine, straddling me, again her mouth between my legs, her own thighs on either side of my head. While I have experienced the sixty-nine position before, this one on one with another woman was not a frequent experience. I wondered about my ability to please her; in fact as I looked up at her pussy, only centimeters above my face, I wondered whether I would still like this at all.
The skin of her vulva was a lovely baby pink complexion and completely devoid of hair, except for a small trimmed clump near her belly. Her slit was slightly parted so that I could see the dark pink folds of her inner being framed by small neat labia. Her gash seemed to be so moist, and her clitoris stood erect and upright, proud almost. I could smell her, a faint pleasant waft of female on heat. As she lowered herself to me I touched her with my tongue. I decided to follow Beth’s lead, and do to her whatever she did to me. If it felt good for me I assumed it must also feel good for her.
As she, again, stroked her tongue up and down my groove so I too stroked my tongue along her slit. She felt wonderfully smooth and soft, pliant. I gently sucked at her clitoris, pulling at it with my lips, sucking it into my mouth. I coiled my tongue, like a miniature cock, and thrust it forward into the gripping muscular tightness of her vagina. My mouth was buried in the parted folds of her wet gash. Beth began to move her cunt over my face as she responded to my mouth. She seemed to know where to place herself on me, to ensure my tongue and lips concentrated on the spots where she sought stimulation. I wasn’t moving anywhere near as much. I was simply laying underneath Beth with my legs spread well apart, her face and mouth free to roam over my body wherever she wished.
My mouth couldn’t get enough of her. Part of me was fascinated with my intense desire to please her. I worked my tongue over and into Beth’s slit, mimicking her mouth on my own pussy. Her lips and tongue touching me in all the right places was quickly bringing me to another shattering thigh clutching orgasm that coursed through the whole of my body. In spite of intense pleasure I was, at the same time, aware that Beth too was orgasming over me. Her cunt was mashed against my face. My head was clasped firmly by the grip of her soft silken thighs. She was cumming on my mouth, and so close up I could see the muscular contractions within her vagina. It was a simply marvelous experience for me. Beth’s secretions covered my mouth, my lips and tongue. Her sexual aroma permeated my nostrils.
As we both came down from our high Beth turned around and lay beside me, holding me, gently hugging me, her luscious legs entangled in mine. Our bodies relaxed together. Our words were gentle, kind, caring, positive, content, but full of thrill and wonder. After a while, as we talked, Beth began to languidly caress my breasts and nipples. I almost didn’t notice her touch at first, she was so gentle. It was only when my body began to slowly stir in response that my brain began to register what was happening to me. I laughed with her as my nipples hardened, this in spite of the previous orgasms during the brief period of our afternoon together. Beth knew how to put me at my ease and quell any faint but brief thoughts of guilt. It was easy to agree to her suggestion that she tie me to the bed and let her dominate me as a new fun experience between us.
She used scarves to tie each wrist above my head to the bedhead. Similarly she tied each ankle, so that now I was spread-eagled, totally exposed, before her on the bed. While in some ways I was in a very vulnerable position I felt safe; Beth’s words of encouragement added to my feelings of security.
Beth knelt over my body and began to kiss and caress the sensitive and exposed parts of my body. There was nothing I could do to avoid her touch, not that I wanted to. I passively surrendered myself to the pleasure of the experience. I enjoyed her touch on the nape of my throat, on my areolae until my nipples hardened to bursting point, on the softness of my belly and navel, across my open wettening gash where I could feel my labia flowering, down the inside of my thighs. She certainly knew how to get a woman stimulated and hot. I could feel the love juices running out of my vagina, wetting my thighs and the crack of my behind. The reverie of our intimacy was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Beth quietly swore. The bell rang insistently. She quickly got up, donned a robe from her wardrobe, and promised to return very soon. We both smiled as she told me not to go away.
I could hear voices. It seemed the unknown visitor was angry, and not easily put off. The argument was taking too long and I began to wonder a bit anxiously what was going on. More than one set of footsteps on the stairs told me the visitor had gained entry to Beth’s apartment and was about seriously intrude on our intimacy. My anxiety levels seriously increased, but of course I was in no position to move. Into the bedroom barged a rather angry looking woman, with Beth right behind her. I gathered from the verbal exchange between the two that the intruder was an old flame of Beth’s who was somewhat upset that Beth was giving her attention to somebody else, namely me. While Beth was being apologetic to me I still felt a great deal of unease given I was on the bed in such a vulnerable position; though no fear, simply because the other person was a woman. Over some minutes relative calm returned to the bedroom. The unwelcome guest, Vera, seemed to make up her mind that she had to accept the evidence of the situation for what it was. Without so much as a by your leave Vera began to remove her clothes, dropping them in a heap on the floor. Suddenly I realised Beth and I had serious intrusive company, whether we liked it or not. Beth came to the bed and began to untie me. Vera told her bluntly to leave me alone, to retie the single knot she had managed to undo. I wasn’t to be left wondering for long what Vera’s intentions were.
Vera stood in a nakedly aggressive pose beside the bed looking down at me, visually examining my body with a critical sweeping gaze. Not one to be easily intimidated, in spite of the passivity and powerlessness of my position, I looked back at her; likewise critically checking her assets. Vera wasn’t very tall, had short cut black hair, brown eyes with just the right amount of eye shadow and neat plucked eye brows, and a handsome face. Her full generous lips looked quite good in a dark red mature lipstick. Her body looked in firm condition; though she tended towards heaviness in build she wasn’t fat, just solid. She looked recently tanned, all over, her skin a healthy complexion. Her breasts were large and firm but heavy looking; big round brown areolae tipped by elongated hardened nipples pierced by small gold bars. Vera’s belly was Rubensquely round, tapering down to her sex. She too shaved, leaving only a very small patch of short black hair at the top of her mound. Her thighs too were solid, parted by her aggressive pose, framing thick folded gold pierced labia poking out of her parted slit.
While Beth ineffectually bobbed nervously around in the background, still trying desperately to appease and retrieve the situation, Vera stepped forward towards the bed; and me. She knelt on the bed beside me, reached forward and gripped a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. Her touch wasn’t gentle. Her grip was hard. The pain surged through the nerve endings at the end of my breasts, and seared into my brain. After the hours of previous pleasure the pain was initially devastating. Strangely enough after a minute or so, as Vera squeezed each nipple hard, rubbing them tightly across her fingers with her thumbs, the pain began to ease; to be replaced by a warm hot sensation that was almost pleasure. My breasts ached under her touch.
Vera let one nipple go and began to roughly run her hand down my belly, past my navel, over my wide open gash between my spread tied legs. Her fingers probed and gripped at my labia so recently fattened and swollen with pleasure by Beth. Vera let go of my other nipple and moved down the bed to kneel between my thighs. I watched her as she looked at my cunt; the anger had now gone from her face, to be u*********sly replaced with fierce unbridled lust. She looked up at Beth, who was standing mute beside the bed still clad in her gown. Vera told her to get undressed, and to get their toys out to play. Beth shed her gown and moved over to the wardrobe. After a few seconds she returned to the bed carrying a number of items that she laid on the edge of the bed.
Vera reached amongst the items, making her selection. She reached up across my body and quickly fastened a small metal clip on each hard nipple. The pain was excruciating, almost like a burn. My body involuntarily rocked and shivered as a wave of fire shocked and shot through my breasts. Before I could recover Vera similarly gripped hold of my tiny hard clitoris with thumb and forefinger, stretched it long and taut, and fixed another clip to it. The pain in my nipples was nothing to the pain that swirled through my belly as Vera let go. My legs, thighs and vagina all clenched together in spasm, as if trying to cast off the metal clamp. Vera knelt between my thighs and observed my body’s response. Slowly the pain passed, to be replaced with a fierce hot flush in my breasts and nipples, my belly and vagina and clitoris.
As the warmth of pleasure pain enveloped my senses Vera demanded Beth to pass her that bottle. Looking down across my body I recognized it as a lubricant. Vera dribbled copious quantities of the cold liquid over and across my vulva. Leaning forward she bunched up the fingers of one hand and dipped them in my open waiting cunt. My muscles clenched to repel this new intrusion. Her other hand stroked my lower belly, soothing me. Her voice lost its harshness, and she began to softly coax me to relax, to assure me that I was going to enjoy her, no matter what. As her clenched fingers twisted further into me, penetrating me well past my labia, actually forcing their way into my vagina, I surrendered. As more and more of her hand worked into me, aided by my now willing attitude and the effects of the lubricant, I began to actually enjoy the sensation. My vagina felt incredibly full, stimulated; my muscles began to contract on her hand’s inwards twisting thrusts. I began to raise my lower body to more readily accept and assist Vera’s efforts. Soon I could feel her fingers deep inside me, filling me up, her hand stretching my vaginal walls and outer membranes further than they had ever been stretched before. Her thrusting hand movement picked up speed and intensity as my body adjusted to the size, thickness and depth of this penetration. I began to enjoy this new unheralded sensation.
Vera undoubtedly noticed my response. She lent forward while still rhythmically thrusting her fist into my cunt and began to tongue and suck my clamped clitty. My body shook and trembled with feeling. A shivering, muscle twitching orgasm ripped through my guts and belly and vagina. I wailed my pleasure at the walls. My arms and legs twisted against their bonds. I was shattered by the intensity of this quick physical response to her touch. My woman’s body felt like that of a girl, as it succumbed so easily to these new intrusive sensations.
It was a blessed relief too when Beth released the clamps on my nipples and clitoris. All felt swollen and engorged as the blood began to freely circulate through these small but very sensitive extremities.
I was not allowed recovery time by this domineering bitch of a woman. She commanded Beth to help her retie my legs. As my ankles were released the sensation of freedom felt wonderful, but it was all too brief. The bonds were now fastened around the bottom of my thighs, just slightly above my knees; my legs though bent at the knees, were pulled widely and gapingly apart, so that I was more exposed than before, as fully exposed as I could possibly be. Vera forced a pillow under my backside so that my open gash tilted upwards from the bed, upwards towards her! She put a second pillow under my head so, as she said, I would not miss any of the action. Not likely; it was my body she was using and abusing.
Vera climbed onto the bed between my completely parted thighs, caressing my butterfly pussy softly with her fingers, adding a little more lubricant to my own natural moisture. She leant forward over me, placing a supportive arm on either side of my body, as if she was going to fuck me. She was! I looked up at the pleasure mask of her face as she slid her gash over my wide open gaping pussy. Actually her skin was soft and smooth and slippery, then I felt the rings of metal in her labia slide across my lips and clitoris. It was different; but oh it felt so good, so exciting. Vera began to grind and slide her pussy over me. Her ringed lips slid up and down and around me. Her head came down onto my breasts, and she sucked my nipples, each in turn to salivated hardness. My body now had all of her weight on it. Her hands grasped the cheeks of my bottom, so that she pulled me to her as she ground away at me, still sucking and gnawing my nipples. Quickly she began to cum, fierce groans rising out of her throat around my breasts, her grip on my cheeks vice like, drawing me fiercely to her cunt, grinding out a crescendo of orgasmic cumming on me. She collapsed across my chest and lay resting between my thighs. I looked down at her and saw the beads of perspiration glistening on her back.
It didn’t take long for Vera to stir. Rising off my body she commanded Beth, who remained very much in the background to this point in time, a passive voyeur, to introduce their special friend to me. Watching Beth, I saw her pick up a large pink penis shaped vibrator; except it looked very large; huge; long and thick. I begged her not to use that weapon on me; my vagina, in spite of having had c***dren, is not that big; certainly nowhere near big enough to accommodate the monster in Beth’s hands.
Vera of course encouraged, ordered, Beth to put it in me, my protests totally ignored. In spite of Beth liberally lubricating their friend and me it still hurt as she slowly slipped it inside me; it felt tight to the point of pain as it stretched the outer circle of my vaginal entrance, straining past my taut labia. In my pose I looked down over my belly, watching this b**st slowly disappear into my insides. Beth turned it on and that humming buzz, combined with Beth’s gentle hand action that caused the machine to touch me more erotically, began to remove a little of the physical and mental stress I had been suffering from this intrusion. In fact I began to marvel at how much of the vibrator’s thick length I could take as Beth fucked it smoothly in and out of my gaping cunt.
This pleasant view was removed by Vera climbing onto the bed, kneeling with her legs on either side of my tied up arms, straddling my face with her open gaping cunt, resting her hands on the bedhead, looking down at me, watching me as I looked up at her pussy, close up for the first time. Actually this new view distracted me from the thoughts I had been having of a permanently stretched oversized vagina.
I had never seen pierced labia so close in the flesh before. It was fascinating to see the two gold rings, one through each of her thick brown labium. At the top of her parted slit her clitoris was large, erect and red. With her pose I could see inside the entrance of her vagina, see the round muscular “O” of her love tunnel, fleshily red, dripping with clear stringy wet mucous; and smell the odor of sex wafting out of her. Vera lowered herself to my face, using her pose to place her cunt just where she wished to give it my attention. She planted her gash across my mouth. I couldn’t help but begin to tongue deeply into her vagina, to suck at her clitoris as it came within reach of my lips. Vera began to fuck my face, quickly losing her initial control, mashing her cunt down on my mouth and nose, masturbating herself on me.
While Vera’s sex occupied the greater part of my attention I was also conscious of the large vibrator sawing in and out of my pussy. The size of the thing Beth was pushing into me seemed to prevent me gaining any real enjoyment from its intrusion. As Vera briefly lifted her genitals off my mouth I asked Beth to get it out of me. It surprised me, and gave me considerable relief, when she complied immediately; without any interference from Vera.
I relaxed and really began to enjoy Vera’s pussy; it was a new experience for me; her pussy by its appearance, adornments, taste and closeness commanded attention. I wanted this to be memorable for me too.
As she squirmed and squished herself on my unturned face and mouth Vera untied my wrists from their bonds. It was great to have my freedom again, even though my arms were between Vera’s legs as she knelt over me. I raised one hand up to her chest, felt for a breast, and clasped her pierced nipple in my fingers. My other hand I slid in near my face and grasped her hard erect clitoris between thumb and forefinger. With fingers firmly gripping the pierced nipple against its jeweled insert and her clitoris I began to exert enough pressure to go beyond pleasure to pain. My brief recent experiences with this woman had at least taught me that. It was pay back time.
Vera didn’t pull away. She reveled in these sensations. She held my hand on her breast, making sure I kept it there. She thrust her gaping cunt down at my hand and face. With howls she began to cum, writhing, thrusting, groaning, sweating. Above my face her vagina began to contract, muscles clutching at my hand and tongue, her inner walls flushed red and engorged with blood, clear sticky mucous dripping and dribbling out of her onto my upturned mouth and tongue. It was like nectar to me.
As she came down off her cloud Vera collapsed across the bed. Freedom at last. I sat up and untied my legs, noticing now that Beth had been kneeling there at the end of the bed, watching us, masturbating. She had a glazed faraway look on her face. I knelt forward over Vera and kissed Beth, gently and tenderly; touching her lips, neck and breasts with my mouth. I placed one hand over hers between her legs, letting her movement become my movement, fingers splitting between hers to stray inside her open wet pussy, rubbing where she rubbed. She began to cum, her breath ragged and gasping, body gyrating on our hands, sailing to pleasure, eyes staring to infinity, sweat glistening on her breasts and belly.
We fell across the bed together, over Vera’s body, all enjoying the relaxation and revelation of our collective sexual release. Our limbs intertwined as we talked softly about the afternoon’s experience; all agreeing that the end result had outweighed the initial trauma between two old friends in new fresh company. It was in more than friendship we eventually stirred, showering and making up, dressing, ensuring we all looked as good at our departure as we did on our arrival. And we agreed to meet and have an afternoon together on a regular basis!
My name is Marnie. I am a mature married woman, in occupations a mother and housewife and business partner, a wife and lover. This is my story.
I was shopping recently one week day at Westfield when I decided to take a break for a coffee in the foodhall. It was crowded, but eventually I managed to find an unoccupied table for two. I had only been sitting there for a few minutes, crowd watching, when a woman politely asking me if I minded sharing my table with her interrupted my thoughts.
The woman was outgoing, pleasant and very personable. She was dressed in a white uniform with a name tag for a cosmetic company. The tag indicated her name was Beth. She had short natural red hair, was slim in build, small in stature, with delicate hands. Beth wore little jewelry, earrings, bracelet, fine gold chain necklace but no rings. Naturally Beth was well made up, but not over done. She was attractive, but not a beauty, just interesting in appearance, around thirty years of age. We introduced ourselves, and began talking about the crowded shopping center, discovering our mutual interest in cosmetics.
Beth had finished her sales stint for the day in the big department store dominating the shopping center. She lived near by in an apartment and invited me back to her place to have a look and try out her company’s full range of cosmetics. I accepted her invitation. We found each other’s car in the carpark, and I followed Beth to her home.
The apartment was actually a two storey town house, tastefully but plainly furnished, where Beth obviously lived alone. With a cup of coffee each we made our way upstairs to a spare bedroom, which was set up as a stockroom. Beth showed me much of her range, applying make up to me to test various different effects. We were both at ease with each other, enjoying each other’s personality and sense of humor, both able to readily communicate with each other, appreciating our differences.
In discussing a range of body and massage oils I indicated that my partner giving me massages was an important part of my intimate life. Beth seemed very interested that I enjoyed massages, and the fact I thought my partner was rather good at it. She suggested that I might like to try out some of her company’s oils and, if so, she would give me a massage right now. I was a bit surprised, in view of our brief relationship, that Beth would make such an offer; and be serious and so reassuring about it too. Beth was a sales woman and she soon convinced me to give it a go. We moved to her bedroom.
Beth stripped the double bed back to the bottom sheet and placed a large white towel over the sheet for me to lie on. As I removed my clothing Beth hung my things in the wardrobe. I did think about leaving my panties on for the sake of modesty, and then thought that one can’t have a proper massage with clothes on. So as I stripped to the nude, passing my clothes to Beth, I never gave the issue another thought; not even when Beth was very complimentary to me about my figure, which I found comforting and flattering. Nor when Beth commented on how nice and smooth my shaved pussy looked. Nor even when Beth told me she too was going to strip to avoid getting oil on her clothes.
I returned Beth’s favor, hanging her clothes as she disrobed. Beth was quite slim, with tiny waist and hips, small breasts tipped by tiny pink nipples. I noticed that Beth was a genuine red head, with sparse blond tinged light red hair trimmed to the top of her vulva.
Beth had me lay face down on the towel on the bed. She knelt beside me and began a gentle but firm massage on my neck and shoulders. I discovered Beth had a wonderful touch, relaxing and soothing. We still quietly talked to each other, enjoying the shared intimacy of the situation.
As Beth slowly worked over my body she of course touched me with more than her hands; a caress of a leg or a thigh, nothing unusual, just part of the contact between two people in this position. As Beth’s hands began to work over my bottom the fire in those intimate nerve endings were first lit. Beth’s oily fingers strayed along the gap between my cheeks, gently and softly teasing the rosebud of my anus. Her fingertips did not linger there long, just enough to let me know my inner fire could be kindled by this touch. Next Beth’s hands, as she massaged the top of my thighs and the back of my legs, strayed across the rear of my pudendum. Her touch was light, unobtrusive, almost accidental, but nevertheless sensual and erotic.
Beth knelt between my thighs to continue her work. As her hands worked over the top and sides of my upper legs she stroked my vulva more often, just on the outside, across my smooth shaved skin. As the massage progressed further down my legs this erotic touch became less frequent. My toes are particularly sensitive, so I was able to equally enjoy the attention Beth gave to them, and my feet.
At Beth’s request I turned over to lay face up on my back. The massage began again with sensitivity on my face, eyes and throat; but when Beth touched my breasts the fires started burning a little more brightly in my nerve endings. I found the female hands on my nipples somehow very erotic, and Beth commented on hard and elongated they had become; the fact of her noticing and commenting added to my awareness, and growing arousal. Kneeling beside me, Beth worked the oil down across my belly, eventually reaching my pubic mound. The hands drifting almost accidentally across my vulva felt light and silken and caressive. I couldn’t help spreading my legs a little more to facilitate Beth’s touch. All the while Beth was talking softly, reassuring but exciting and stimulating; so that I wanted her to do whatever she had in her mind to do. Beth’s fingertips strayed past my closed slit, lightly parting my portaled lips, dabbing at the hood of my clitoris, slowly exciting it to erectness and exposure. Just when my arousal levels started to rise she moved on.
Beth’s attitude to the massage was different from my previous massage experiences; the guys always seem to be anxious to get to the act of penetration. The way Beth’s hands touched me there was no indication that this was a goal for her at all. The touch to my cunt was part of the touch to the whole of my body.
Again she knelt between my legs to work her hands down the muscles of both limbs until she reached my feet. My whole body felt relaxed, but stimulated; I felt fantastic. I was lying there daydreaming in the aftermath of the massage when Beth’s tongue first touched my pussy. She had lent forward from her kneeling position between my legs to lightly touch the outside of my slit with the tip of her tongue. It snail trailed along from my belly button, down my stomach, along my slit as far as she could get, to the crack of my bottom, and back again; slowly, wetly, erotically. My god, it felt so good. I opened my eyes, looking down at her, watching her. As she reached my belly button she looked at me in a happy dreamy smiling way, before starting the journey all over again.
Beth took hold of my ankles and lifted my legs, placing a thigh over either shoulder. Now when she bent her face to my pussy my legs were further apart, my bottom raised and turned up more from the bed, my gash more exposed and more accessible to her touch. My position felt totally vulnerable, but in reality I felt completely safe and relaxed.
Again the tip of her tongue touched me, now only travelling up and down the length of the slit of my vulva. Her fingers were on my gash, parting me, opening me up inside, exposing me to her mouth. My hands reached down my body to her head, stroking her hair, as she ministered her attentions on my exposed pussy. I felt her warm breath blow on me there. I felt her tongue dip inside me, touching me in my inner private sanctum where few women had gone before. Some part of my mind told me I shouldn’t be doing this; another voice inside urged me on, to take pleasure in this new experience, to seek lustful fulfillment with this new found intimate friend. It was the second voice I followed.
Her mouth found my clitoris. The sensations that swept my body were beyond belief. All of me responded to her gentle tongue strokes, her lapping, her sucking, and her soft nibbles. My clitoris felt super sensitive. The sensations in my body suddenly just simply exploded, an orgasm coursing through me from nowhere, ripping through me as I, without any premeditated effort or thought, sailed to the stars. Unbelievable!
As I returned to the reality of the bed I found Beth looking at me, her face happy and smiling. There were no questions from her about how good it felt for me, or any request from her for my reassurance about her performance on me. What a nice change! No male ego to be stroked.
Beth now moved her body so that she was above mine, straddling me, again her mouth between my legs, her own thighs on either side of my head. While I have experienced the sixty-nine position before, this one on one with another woman was not a frequent experience. I wondered about my ability to please her; in fact as I looked up at her pussy, only centimeters above my face, I wondered whether I would still like this at all.
The skin of her vulva was a lovely baby pink complexion and completely devoid of hair, except for a small trimmed clump near her belly. Her slit was slightly parted so that I could see the dark pink folds of her inner being framed by small neat labia. Her gash seemed to be so moist, and her clitoris stood erect and upright, proud almost. I could smell her, a faint pleasant waft of female on heat. As she lowered herself to me I touched her with my tongue. I decided to follow Beth’s lead, and do to her whatever she did to me. If it felt good for me I assumed it must also feel good for her.
As she, again, stroked her tongue up and down my groove so I too stroked my tongue along her slit. She felt wonderfully smooth and soft, pliant. I gently sucked at her clitoris, pulling at it with my lips, sucking it into my mouth. I coiled my tongue, like a miniature cock, and thrust it forward into the gripping muscular tightness of her vagina. My mouth was buried in the parted folds of her wet gash. Beth began to move her cunt over my face as she responded to my mouth. She seemed to know where to place herself on me, to ensure my tongue and lips concentrated on the spots where she sought stimulation. I wasn’t moving anywhere near as much. I was simply laying underneath Beth with my legs spread well apart, her face and mouth free to roam over my body wherever she wished.
My mouth couldn’t get enough of her. Part of me was fascinated with my intense desire to please her. I worked my tongue over and into Beth’s slit, mimicking her mouth on my own pussy. Her lips and tongue touching me in all the right places was quickly bringing me to another shattering thigh clutching orgasm that coursed through the whole of my body. In spite of intense pleasure I was, at the same time, aware that Beth too was orgasming over me. Her cunt was mashed against my face. My head was clasped firmly by the grip of her soft silken thighs. She was cumming on my mouth, and so close up I could see the muscular contractions within her vagina. It was a simply marvelous experience for me. Beth’s secretions covered my mouth, my lips and tongue. Her sexual aroma permeated my nostrils.
As we both came down from our high Beth turned around and lay beside me, holding me, gently hugging me, her luscious legs entangled in mine. Our bodies relaxed together. Our words were gentle, kind, caring, positive, content, but full of thrill and wonder. After a while, as we talked, Beth began to languidly caress my breasts and nipples. I almost didn’t notice her touch at first, she was so gentle. It was only when my body began to slowly stir in response that my brain began to register what was happening to me. I laughed with her as my nipples hardened, this in spite of the previous orgasms during the brief period of our afternoon together. Beth knew how to put me at my ease and quell any faint but brief thoughts of guilt. It was easy to agree to her suggestion that she tie me to the bed and let her dominate me as a new fun experience between us.
She used scarves to tie each wrist above my head to the bedhead. Similarly she tied each ankle, so that now I was spread-eagled, totally exposed, before her on the bed. While in some ways I was in a very vulnerable position I felt safe; Beth’s words of encouragement added to my feelings of security.
Beth knelt over my body and began to kiss and caress the sensitive and exposed parts of my body. There was nothing I could do to avoid her touch, not that I wanted to. I passively surrendered myself to the pleasure of the experience. I enjoyed her touch on the nape of my throat, on my areolae until my nipples hardened to bursting point, on the softness of my belly and navel, across my open wettening gash where I could feel my labia flowering, down the inside of my thighs. She certainly knew how to get a woman stimulated and hot. I could feel the love juices running out of my vagina, wetting my thighs and the crack of my behind. The reverie of our intimacy was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Beth quietly swore. The bell rang insistently. She quickly got up, donned a robe from her wardrobe, and promised to return very soon. We both smiled as she told me not to go away.
I could hear voices. It seemed the unknown visitor was angry, and not easily put off. The argument was taking too long and I began to wonder a bit anxiously what was going on. More than one set of footsteps on the stairs told me the visitor had gained entry to Beth’s apartment and was about seriously intrude on our intimacy. My anxiety levels seriously increased, but of course I was in no position to move. Into the bedroom barged a rather angry looking woman, with Beth right behind her. I gathered from the verbal exchange between the two that the intruder was an old flame of Beth’s who was somewhat upset that Beth was giving her attention to somebody else, namely me. While Beth was being apologetic to me I still felt a great deal of unease given I was on the bed in such a vulnerable position; though no fear, simply because the other person was a woman. Over some minutes relative calm returned to the bedroom. The unwelcome guest, Vera, seemed to make up her mind that she had to accept the evidence of the situation for what it was. Without so much as a by your leave Vera began to remove her clothes, dropping them in a heap on the floor. Suddenly I realised Beth and I had serious intrusive company, whether we liked it or not. Beth came to the bed and began to untie me. Vera told her bluntly to leave me alone, to retie the single knot she had managed to undo. I wasn’t to be left wondering for long what Vera’s intentions were.
Vera stood in a nakedly aggressive pose beside the bed looking down at me, visually examining my body with a critical sweeping gaze. Not one to be easily intimidated, in spite of the passivity and powerlessness of my position, I looked back at her; likewise critically checking her assets. Vera wasn’t very tall, had short cut black hair, brown eyes with just the right amount of eye shadow and neat plucked eye brows, and a handsome face. Her full generous lips looked quite good in a dark red mature lipstick. Her body looked in firm condition; though she tended towards heaviness in build she wasn’t fat, just solid. She looked recently tanned, all over, her skin a healthy complexion. Her breasts were large and firm but heavy looking; big round brown areolae tipped by elongated hardened nipples pierced by small gold bars. Vera’s belly was Rubensquely round, tapering down to her sex. She too shaved, leaving only a very small patch of short black hair at the top of her mound. Her thighs too were solid, parted by her aggressive pose, framing thick folded gold pierced labia poking out of her parted slit.
While Beth ineffectually bobbed nervously around in the background, still trying desperately to appease and retrieve the situation, Vera stepped forward towards the bed; and me. She knelt on the bed beside me, reached forward and gripped a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. Her touch wasn’t gentle. Her grip was hard. The pain surged through the nerve endings at the end of my breasts, and seared into my brain. After the hours of previous pleasure the pain was initially devastating. Strangely enough after a minute or so, as Vera squeezed each nipple hard, rubbing them tightly across her fingers with her thumbs, the pain began to ease; to be replaced by a warm hot sensation that was almost pleasure. My breasts ached under her touch.
Vera let one nipple go and began to roughly run her hand down my belly, past my navel, over my wide open gash between my spread tied legs. Her fingers probed and gripped at my labia so recently fattened and swollen with pleasure by Beth. Vera let go of my other nipple and moved down the bed to kneel between my thighs. I watched her as she looked at my cunt; the anger had now gone from her face, to be u*********sly replaced with fierce unbridled lust. She looked up at Beth, who was standing mute beside the bed still clad in her gown. Vera told her to get undressed, and to get their toys out to play. Beth shed her gown and moved over to the wardrobe. After a few seconds she returned to the bed carrying a number of items that she laid on the edge of the bed.
Vera reached amongst the items, making her selection. She reached up across my body and quickly fastened a small metal clip on each hard nipple. The pain was excruciating, almost like a burn. My body involuntarily rocked and shivered as a wave of fire shocked and shot through my breasts. Before I could recover Vera similarly gripped hold of my tiny hard clitoris with thumb and forefinger, stretched it long and taut, and fixed another clip to it. The pain in my nipples was nothing to the pain that swirled through my belly as Vera let go. My legs, thighs and vagina all clenched together in spasm, as if trying to cast off the metal clamp. Vera knelt between my thighs and observed my body’s response. Slowly the pain passed, to be replaced with a fierce hot flush in my breasts and nipples, my belly and vagina and clitoris.
As the warmth of pleasure pain enveloped my senses Vera demanded Beth to pass her that bottle. Looking down across my body I recognized it as a lubricant. Vera dribbled copious quantities of the cold liquid over and across my vulva. Leaning forward she bunched up the fingers of one hand and dipped them in my open waiting cunt. My muscles clenched to repel this new intrusion. Her other hand stroked my lower belly, soothing me. Her voice lost its harshness, and she began to softly coax me to relax, to assure me that I was going to enjoy her, no matter what. As her clenched fingers twisted further into me, penetrating me well past my labia, actually forcing their way into my vagina, I surrendered. As more and more of her hand worked into me, aided by my now willing attitude and the effects of the lubricant, I began to actually enjoy the sensation. My vagina felt incredibly full, stimulated; my muscles began to contract on her hand’s inwards twisting thrusts. I began to raise my lower body to more readily accept and assist Vera’s efforts. Soon I could feel her fingers deep inside me, filling me up, her hand stretching my vaginal walls and outer membranes further than they had ever been stretched before. Her thrusting hand movement picked up speed and intensity as my body adjusted to the size, thickness and depth of this penetration. I began to enjoy this new unheralded sensation.
Vera undoubtedly noticed my response. She lent forward while still rhythmically thrusting her fist into my cunt and began to tongue and suck my clamped clitty. My body shook and trembled with feeling. A shivering, muscle twitching orgasm ripped through my guts and belly and vagina. I wailed my pleasure at the walls. My arms and legs twisted against their bonds. I was shattered by the intensity of this quick physical response to her touch. My woman’s body felt like that of a girl, as it succumbed so easily to these new intrusive sensations.
It was a blessed relief too when Beth released the clamps on my nipples and clitoris. All felt swollen and engorged as the blood began to freely circulate through these small but very sensitive extremities.
I was not allowed recovery time by this domineering bitch of a woman. She commanded Beth to help her retie my legs. As my ankles were released the sensation of freedom felt wonderful, but it was all too brief. The bonds were now fastened around the bottom of my thighs, just slightly above my knees; my legs though bent at the knees, were pulled widely and gapingly apart, so that I was more exposed than before, as fully exposed as I could possibly be. Vera forced a pillow under my backside so that my open gash tilted upwards from the bed, upwards towards her! She put a second pillow under my head so, as she said, I would not miss any of the action. Not likely; it was my body she was using and abusing.
Vera climbed onto the bed between my completely parted thighs, caressing my butterfly pussy softly with her fingers, adding a little more lubricant to my own natural moisture. She leant forward over me, placing a supportive arm on either side of my body, as if she was going to fuck me. She was! I looked up at the pleasure mask of her face as she slid her gash over my wide open gaping pussy. Actually her skin was soft and smooth and slippery, then I felt the rings of metal in her labia slide across my lips and clitoris. It was different; but oh it felt so good, so exciting. Vera began to grind and slide her pussy over me. Her ringed lips slid up and down and around me. Her head came down onto my breasts, and she sucked my nipples, each in turn to salivated hardness. My body now had all of her weight on it. Her hands grasped the cheeks of my bottom, so that she pulled me to her as she ground away at me, still sucking and gnawing my nipples. Quickly she began to cum, fierce groans rising out of her throat around my breasts, her grip on my cheeks vice like, drawing me fiercely to her cunt, grinding out a crescendo of orgasmic cumming on me. She collapsed across my chest and lay resting between my thighs. I looked down at her and saw the beads of perspiration glistening on her back.
It didn’t take long for Vera to stir. Rising off my body she commanded Beth, who remained very much in the background to this point in time, a passive voyeur, to introduce their special friend to me. Watching Beth, I saw her pick up a large pink penis shaped vibrator; except it looked very large; huge; long and thick. I begged her not to use that weapon on me; my vagina, in spite of having had c***dren, is not that big; certainly nowhere near big enough to accommodate the monster in Beth’s hands.
Vera of course encouraged, ordered, Beth to put it in me, my protests totally ignored. In spite of Beth liberally lubricating their friend and me it still hurt as she slowly slipped it inside me; it felt tight to the point of pain as it stretched the outer circle of my vaginal entrance, straining past my taut labia. In my pose I looked down over my belly, watching this b**st slowly disappear into my insides. Beth turned it on and that humming buzz, combined with Beth’s gentle hand action that caused the machine to touch me more erotically, began to remove a little of the physical and mental stress I had been suffering from this intrusion. In fact I began to marvel at how much of the vibrator’s thick length I could take as Beth fucked it smoothly in and out of my gaping cunt.
This pleasant view was removed by Vera climbing onto the bed, kneeling with her legs on either side of my tied up arms, straddling my face with her open gaping cunt, resting her hands on the bedhead, looking down at me, watching me as I looked up at her pussy, close up for the first time. Actually this new view distracted me from the thoughts I had been having of a permanently stretched oversized vagina.
I had never seen pierced labia so close in the flesh before. It was fascinating to see the two gold rings, one through each of her thick brown labium. At the top of her parted slit her clitoris was large, erect and red. With her pose I could see inside the entrance of her vagina, see the round muscular “O” of her love tunnel, fleshily red, dripping with clear stringy wet mucous; and smell the odor of sex wafting out of her. Vera lowered herself to my face, using her pose to place her cunt just where she wished to give it my attention. She planted her gash across my mouth. I couldn’t help but begin to tongue deeply into her vagina, to suck at her clitoris as it came within reach of my lips. Vera began to fuck my face, quickly losing her initial control, mashing her cunt down on my mouth and nose, masturbating herself on me.
While Vera’s sex occupied the greater part of my attention I was also conscious of the large vibrator sawing in and out of my pussy. The size of the thing Beth was pushing into me seemed to prevent me gaining any real enjoyment from its intrusion. As Vera briefly lifted her genitals off my mouth I asked Beth to get it out of me. It surprised me, and gave me considerable relief, when she complied immediately; without any interference from Vera.
I relaxed and really began to enjoy Vera’s pussy; it was a new experience for me; her pussy by its appearance, adornments, taste and closeness commanded attention. I wanted this to be memorable for me too.
As she squirmed and squished herself on my unturned face and mouth Vera untied my wrists from their bonds. It was great to have my freedom again, even though my arms were between Vera’s legs as she knelt over me. I raised one hand up to her chest, felt for a breast, and clasped her pierced nipple in my fingers. My other hand I slid in near my face and grasped her hard erect clitoris between thumb and forefinger. With fingers firmly gripping the pierced nipple against its jeweled insert and her clitoris I began to exert enough pressure to go beyond pleasure to pain. My brief recent experiences with this woman had at least taught me that. It was pay back time.
Vera didn’t pull away. She reveled in these sensations. She held my hand on her breast, making sure I kept it there. She thrust her gaping cunt down at my hand and face. With howls she began to cum, writhing, thrusting, groaning, sweating. Above my face her vagina began to contract, muscles clutching at my hand and tongue, her inner walls flushed red and engorged with blood, clear sticky mucous dripping and dribbling out of her onto my upturned mouth and tongue. It was like nectar to me.
As she came down off her cloud Vera collapsed across the bed. Freedom at last. I sat up and untied my legs, noticing now that Beth had been kneeling there at the end of the bed, watching us, masturbating. She had a glazed faraway look on her face. I knelt forward over Vera and kissed Beth, gently and tenderly; touching her lips, neck and breasts with my mouth. I placed one hand over hers between her legs, letting her movement become my movement, fingers splitting between hers to stray inside her open wet pussy, rubbing where she rubbed. She began to cum, her breath ragged and gasping, body gyrating on our hands, sailing to pleasure, eyes staring to infinity, sweat glistening on her breasts and belly.
We fell across the bed together, over Vera’s body, all enjoying the relaxation and revelation of our collective sexual release. Our limbs intertwined as we talked softly about the afternoon’s experience; all agreeing that the end result had outweighed the initial trauma between two old friends in new fresh company. It was in more than friendship we eventually stirred, showering and making up, dressing, ensuring we all looked as good at our departure as we did on our arrival. And we agreed to meet and have an afternoon together on a regular basis!
Lynne
- 29.12.2021
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