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Ann slowly worked herself up again. She had specific instructions from her new online friend Rachel to edge three times today. And this was the third day in a row of such demands. And, as her submissive nature demanded, she was complying.

The first two sessions had been quite excruciatingly pleasurable. She had woken up with her clit throbbing from her previous days of non-release. Each session was more intense. After her afternoon edge, she was literally dripping the rest of the day.

And now, for the day’s conclusive endeavor, she could barely touch herself at first. She very delicately began rubbing, but she was already so near the edge it was almost painful. But a pain she would endure for Rachel.

She settled into a slow rhythm; any faster would have ruined herself and she couldn’t afford that. Slowly, throbbingly, the pounding inside her built.

She was whimpering, moaning. It was all too much. She had to stop. But she couldn’t. Had to. But couldn’t. Had toooooo!!!

“Oh my god!!”

She wrenched her hand away in sheer agony. Her clit was on fire with the need to spasm. But like the good girl she was, Ann resisted. She rolled over, buried her face in her pillow and moaned in agony. Maybe even shed a few tears.

When Danielle started realizing her older sister’s friend Lucy was trying to get closer to her, she was both flattered and turned on. Lucy was gorgeous, and Danielle had certainly been developing a curiosity about female-to-female intimacy.

And so when Lucy put the final move on her at a sleepover, Danielle went willingly. Very willingly. Lucy’s kisses and hands on her body were amazing.

Nothing prepared her, though, for how it was going to feel when Lucy laid on her back and beckoned Danielle to straddle her face. When Lucy’s tongue touched her clit, she felt a jolt tun through her body like no sensation she’d ever experienced.

Lucy’s hands went around her buns and she buried her face deeper. She moved Danielle’s sex over her mouth and tongue in a wonderful rhythm. Both girls were moaning, one from giving, the other from receiving this most intimate of pleasures.

Needless to say, Danielle’s climax was shuddering, violent almost. Her entire body writhed as Lucy’s tongue contined on her clit. Her moaning turned into gutteral grunts. When she could take no more, she rolled off and fell back on the bed next to Lucy.

Danielle then got to experience tasting herself on Lucy’s mouth and cheeks and chin as Lucy rolled next to her and kissed her deeply. Her body was still buzzing and the knowledge Lucy’s mouth had just been getting her off was truly wild to her.

The club was alive with music and dancing and sweaty bodies. Amelia’s friends were off someplace and so she was on the dance floor alone, getting lost in the moment.

She felt a presence behind her, then felt hands on her hips, caressing them in rhythm to the music. Amelia didn’t turn around, but leaned back into the body, which was definitely female. She could feel the woman’s large boobs against her back. It was a good feeling—boobs on back, hands on hips.

The woman took Amelia’s lean-back as a green light to let her hands wander. Up and down her torso, a few quick boob grabs. And she began kissing Amelia’s neck and ears as they continued to sway together to the music. Amelia leaned her head back, giving the woman full neck access. She felt her panties soak out under her short skirt.

And then the woman began exploring under than short skirt. Rubbing her buns, grabbing them. The neck kissing continued. Amelia closed her eyes. She didn’t want to know if they were being watched; she just wanted to enjoy the good feelings.

The woman opened Amelia’s legs from behind a bit and began sliding a few fingers between her cheeks, reaching her pussy over her panties. Amelia moaned as the woman continued her rubbing.

Suddenly, the woman took Amelia’s hand and pulled her off the dance floor. She didn’t know where she was being taken, but she went willingly. Down a hallway, a closed door. The woman had a key. Into a storage room. The door closed.

The woman pushed Amelia against the wall and she got her first full look at the woman. Older, probably late 30s, long blond hair, gorgeous, and large boobs with erect nipples poking through her sheer blouse.

“What…?”

“Shh…no talking. No names. We’re going to finish our dance right here.”

With that, the woman went to her knees. She reached up Amelia’s skirt and pulled her panties off. She reached up again and inserted a finger between Amelia’s very slick lower lips. Then two. Slow, in and out thrusts. Amelia looked down and the woman just smiled back up at her as she continued her fingering.

The woman pulled her fingers out and brought them to her face. She made a slow pass of them across her nose, breathing in deeply. Then they went into her mouth, slowly. The woman moaned as she tasted Amelia’s musk. She looked up again.

“Just as I thought; good enough to eat.”

Up went Amelia’s skirt and in went the woman. She wrapped her arms around Amelia’s legs and pulled them apart. Amelia could smell herself. The woman could, too, and moaned again.

The woman’s digital efforts had been slow and sensual; her oral assault would be urgent and insistent. Her tongue dove in and began an almost frenzied fucking. She couldn’t get enough of Amelia’s pussy. After a few minues, she began an aggressive sucking and licking of her clit.

After all this work up, Amelia wasn’t going to last long. It felt as if her orgasm started in her toes and worked its way all throughout her body. It exploded on the woman’s tongue and lips and her entire body joined in the exhilaration.

She thought the woman was going to stop but she wouldn’t let go. Amelia went to a new level of pleasure as her clit remained fused to the woman’s mouth. Her bucking just wouldn’t, couldn’t, stop.

It had to end eventually, and when the woman disengaged, Amelia slumped to the floor, a total mess. She sat on the floor, leaned against the wall, legs open, clothes askew. She hadn’t noticed until now that the woman had managed to get her skirt off as well as her panties. And her blouse was open and bra was unhooked. She looked up at the woman, her pussy still pulsating.

The woman smiled, took out her phone and snapped a few pictures of Amelia in her post-orgasmic state. Amelia didn’t protest.

“You were yummy. See you around sometime.”

With that, the woman departed the room.

Should Connie be on the verge of an orgasm courtesy of her daughter’s best friend Shea? No, probably not. But there had definitely been a sexual tension building between the two for some weeks.

Discovering her au pair Regina was into older women was quite the revelation for Christine. Having an in-home pussy pleaser made life so much more fulfilling. Of course, Christine was always willing to return the favor.

Katrina was doing her part to help her partner Jean host their latest women’s gathering. Currently she was the only one naked in the room, although that would change soon enough.

But Jean enjoyed displaying Katrina’s taut, sexy body for others, and Katrina was nothing if not compliant with Jean’s wishes. She knew Jean especially got a thrill at how her body would look as she climaxed on the vibrating dildo she was riding so eagerly.

In a minute or two, her chest would flush, her muscles would ripple and she would half moan, half growl through her orgasm. Some of the women would film her, which shamed and excited her knowing her one-woman act would be masturbation material for them in perpetuity.