Loading...Jeni was on her way downtown just shy of rush hour and already having a stressful day. “This week was rough,” she muttered to herself while her Jeep Liberty sat in traffic. It started out hectic, progressed towards crazy and it was far from being over. Her brother was getting married and the proposal was only two weeks ago; it left little time to plan.
‘At least when I got married I gave people notice…’ she thought to herself. Jeni was coming up on her anniversary; eleven years and counting. Although Jeni loved her husband, it was difficult to maintain a ‘normal’ sex life. She worked nights as a RN and her husband was a sales representative and on the road constantly.
Since he was rarely in town, Jeni focused a lot of her time and attention on his two beautiful daughters; Ashley was nineteen and Lynn was seventeen. Her relationship with Ashley though was significant and took up most of her free time. Most step-mothers may have complained, but Jeni welcomed it. She considered Ashley her ‘sweet girl’ and therefore gave her special privileges. Even though Ashley stayed with her mom, she was allowed to come and go as she pleased from Jeni’s house. She was always pleasantly surprised when Ashley would show up unannounced and then spend the night on a whim.
Earlier this morning when Jeni got off from work, she found Ashley sleeping in her bed. Generally Ashley slept naked and this morning was no different. When Jeni walked in and saw her breasts peaking out of the comforter and her legs wrapped around a pillow; she felt inspired. In order to ‘channel’ her sexual frustrations, Jeni turned her attention to young Ashley. There would be nights where Jeni would watch her for hours.
Jeni never touched Ashley directly. Instead Jeni would stroke her own clit, while she wished that Ashley was between her legs. This morning though the normal routine was cut short, because Jeni got a little carried away. Work was rough that night; her husband hadn’t been home to fuck her in months and Ashley’s little hot pink snatch pressed into the pillow called to Jeni this morning.
Jeni stood outside of the room and pulled her breasts out of her tank top and dropped her pants to her ankles. She leaned into the wall and kicked her leg up onto the door to use it as a brace. This way she could play with herself while she watched her sweet girl sleep. Jeni’s hips rolled as she slammed three fingers deep into her cunt. The whole time she whispered to herself, “Eat me sweet girl….cum lick me sweet girl…fuck me with your tongue sweet girl…” Jeni was so close, but when Ashley’s phone vibrated it caused a stir. Jeni couldn’t finish and ran into a nearby bathroom to redress. Then when she heard Ashley call out for her, she knew she wouldn’t finish anytime soon.
She was still stuck in traffic and just now a mile or so from her destination. Jeni was still so hot and bothered over Ashley in bed this morning. All she could see while stopped at a red light was Ashley’s perky little breasts, with their huge nipples. How her tight pink pussy just called for Jeni to fuck it with her tongue. So to finish what she started, Jeni stuck her hand in her pants and pushed her thong aside; she was so slick and swollen. Just before she plunged her fingers into her mound, there was a honk behind her. The light had turned green and Jeni hit the gas with a curse.
The rehearsal was tomorrow night and the wedding would be the day after. Almost every moment was to be spent with her ‘sweet girl’ and that was music to Jeni’s ears. Tonight provided her with plenty of inspiration; she was on her way a dress fitting, with young Ashley scheduled to show a bit later on.
Since the wedding was thrown together, it prompted Jeni to call a dear friend Billie Jo for help. Inseparable at college, they had kept in close contact through moves, marriages and even divorce. Billie Jo was now living upstate with her two children and Jeni knew she’d be happy to arrange an appointment with her personal seamstress for a fitting. The phone call last night, to Billie Jo, brought back so many memories for Jeni. One of which she daydreamed about now in traffic; their last night together in college…
Their relationship at that time was filled with hugs, kisses and other general displays of affection. It also involved some intimacy issues, like the way Billie Jo would strip and change in front of her. Jeni was titillated by her friend’s body, because it always provided her with a mesmerizing view. They roomed together in college and Billie Jo, much like young Ashley, always slept naked. Since their room was so small and they spent four years together, Jeni knew every inch of Billie Jo’s body. Some nights, Jeni would play with herself, and fantasize it was Billie Jo raping her body (some habits die hard)…
The girls parted one evening after a graduation party. Their room was filled with emotion and their bodies had just the right mix of alcohol. When Billie Jo embraced her friend for a heartfelt goodbye, she took Jeni’s face in her warm hands; then caressed Jeni’s lips with her fingers. She kissed Jeni’s forehead and stroked her hair so tenderly that Jeni felt herself melt all over. They had been through so much together and their time was about to end.
Neither girl knew what made them admit that they felt for each other. Billie Jo knew about all the nights that Jeni watched her. How Jeni would ravage her cunt while she spoke under her breath, her eyes locked on Billie Jo’s helpless body. She felt so drawn, that her hand became firm under Jeni’s chin. Her intentions were clear and without warning she took Jeni by the back of her neck and carefully pushed her tongue into Jeni’s tight, wet mouth. She was a delicate flower to her, so Billie Jo began to open the petals one by one. Billie Jo took her time with Jeni that night and even though it never went past a kiss, Jeni became soaked that night. Something she was reminded of as she pulled onto a side road.
Her destination was apparently the two-story building before her. The first floor was clearly marked as a shop and the upper floor appeared to be a live-in apartment. When Jeni pulled into a vacant parking spot she wanted to change her clothes; her panties were flooded and she didn’t want to botch her first impression.
That’s when Jeni was reminded of Billie Jo’s words last evening about Marcella…
“I met her after college. Marcella is an excellent seamstress, just follow her directions. I trust her to get you both ready for Saturday and thankfully she is available…” The conversation trailed in Jeni’s mind as she stepped out of the Jeep.
She grabbed her purse and dress out of her trunk, and then she locked the doors behind her with a curse, “Son of a Bitch!” Jeni realized that her strapless bra and stockings were left at home. “So there goes a bra for the fitting (since her sports bra wasn’t going to cut it) and I’m in a soaked thong to boot, fucking laundry day,” she muttered to herself.
Once at the side entrance, she knocked twice as instructed and waited. A few moments went by before Marcella appeared. She smiled warmly and extended her hand to politely invite Jeni in “I’m Marcella, pleasure to meet you Jeni…I assume Ashley will be arriving on her own today?” as the door closed behind them. Her heavy Spanish accent took Jeni by surprise; it made everything seem to just roll off her tongue.
“Yes…Ashley will be arriving later, thank you so much for your availability. You really got us out of a jam with the wedding on Saturday and all” Jeni felt nervous, like she had butterflies in her stomach; like the ones that accompanied a first date. As they climbed the stairs to the top floor, Jeni couldn’t help but follow the luscious ass in front of her. Her gaze was only interrupted by Marcella’s sultry words, “I’ve made arrangements in my apartment so we aren’t disturbed. I hope you don’t mind…”
“Oh of course not, I hope we’re not imposing. I can call Ashley to see if she can come earlier,” Jeni said as they reached the top of the stairs. She was led to an open room where there were full-length mirrors positioned next to an ornate screen. Out of the corner of her eye, Jeni saw a beautiful red couch, big enough to fit three comfortably against the main wall.
When Marcella took the dress from Jeni, she asked her to place her belongings behind the ornate screen. “I like to treat each client like a model, in order to give you the time and attention you deserve. I want you to pose for me, feel comfortable with your body and be able to take my direction. Can you do that Jeni?” Marcella’s tone was firm as she placed the gown over the dress form.
“Yes, I believe I can do that” Jeni said as she bent over behind the screen. Marcella watched Jeni’s ass and saw a wet spot through her light gray sweat pants. Marcella’s clit throbbed and under her breath she said “Good girl,” as she walked over to a curio.
“Would you like a drink my dear?” with a wink she removed a bottle of wine and two glasses. When Jeni confirmed the offer with a nod, Marcella uncorked the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and poured it slowly into each glass. As they talked about their time in the city and how they both knew Billie Jo, they finished half of their wine. That was a cue, as Marcella rose from her seat and walked towards the mirrors. “You have to be honest with me. It’s the only way that I know you truly like your finished product and you are a paying customer my dear!” Marcella said with a light chuckle. “Ah yes,” Jeni reached into her wallet and pulled out some money.
“Oh no, Billie Jo made all of the arrangements for both you and Ashley this evening. So just sit back and relax my dear. Trust in the fact that you both will be taken care of before the end of the evening”, as Marcella finished her statement, Jeni’s body flushed.
This heat wasn’t just from Marcella’s words, Jeni also felt drawn to her body. Her olive skin was the perfect canvas for her dark features. Her mane was a black nest of curls that fell to the top of her hips. Her eyes a dark shade of brown and they were so large you couldn’t escape her gaze.
Jeni noticed that her face had a strong bone structure; it provided an excellent canvas for the makeup she applied. When she stood close to Marcella, Jeni smelled an exotic fragrance that reminded her of jasmine, refreshing and calming. Her eyes then fell to Marcella’s outfit. She wore a bright red sarong that outlined her womanly hips. It was tied high over her right thigh and left most of her leg exposed. The blouse she wore was with soft white linen and it neckline was deep. ‘Tracks of land’ was the phrase that came to Jeni’s mind and she tried to imagine how they large they really were.
As she became more aroused, Jeni realized she wasn’t the only person taking in the sights. Marcella watched Jeni intently and her look was so primal. Marcella studied her muse and scanned her features slowly. Jeni may have worked evenings, but she remained active during the day, which gave her skin a sun-kissed look. Her hair wasn’t a natural blonde, but the color complimented her well. Its length stopped at her chin and was feathered so it fell freely around her face.
The she gazed into Jeni’s eyes which were by far her most stunning feature. They were Hazel and had a narrow almond shape that pierced you when engaged. Jeni small stature, but her breasts were heavy for her petite frame. When Marcella’s attention dropped to Jeni’s mound, she reminded herself of the wet spot from earlier and decided to make her move. She placed her glass on a nearby table and gestured for Jeni to do the same.
“Alright my dear, let us get started. I need you in whatever garments you prefer to wear under your dress…” before Marcella could continue she noticed a change in Jeni’s demeanor. “I feel so embarrassed saying this, but I left my strapless bra and stockings at home…I only have a sports bra and a thong…not the most prepared client I’m afraid…” Jeni felt mortified, but Marcella walked over and gently placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“I want you to feel comfortable here. I want to see your body and experience it to make the dress highlight your curves…. your features…and your charms. Do you trust me Jeni?” Marcella’s eyes were locked on her. “Yes, if Billie Jo trusts you, I trust you” she finished the statement and felt her nipples harden through her shirt.
“I want you to place your clothes on the couch. Everything but your bra and thong” her tone changed and Marcella continued to watch until she complied.
Obediently, Jeni neatly placed her clothes on the arm of the couch. She was left in a fitted black sports bra and her lime green thong. Instead of feeling embarrassed, Jeni started to feel empowered. She acted like a true professional and posed in front of the mirror, ready and willing for the inspection. The two women exchanged few words; they just assumed the roles of artist and muse. Marcella started by spreading Jeni’s legs, shoulder width apart. She took Jeni’s arms and carefully placed them away from her body; exposing her chest.
As she studied her, Marcella decided that Jeni needed to lose the bra. “I can get a better feel for your measurement if you’re bare…” she tugged on the bra in such a disapproving way that Jeni dropped it. Now her muse was truly ready, so Marcella grabbed a soft measuring tape.
Her movements were sensual and deliberate, because Marcella wanted to send a message to Jeni; to tell her everything she wasn’t hearing. Oh but Jeni’s body heard her, loud and clear. Her pussy was so wet and slick from earlier; her body had nowhere to run so it just throbbed with each touch. Jeni felt lightheaded and when Marcella caressed her biceps, some of her mane fell across Jeni’s breasts. It gave her an instant head rush; she had to bite her lip just to steady herself.
Jeni wanted to fulfill this lifelong fantasy. Even though Jeni was married, she obviously had her share of dark secrets. To watch Ashley and Billie Jo was one thing, to play with herself at the same time was another, but Jeni’s deepest secret was that she craved a woman’s touch. She wanted someone to advance and render her a victim of circumstance; a willing victim at that.
Marcella’s hands reached Jeni’s neck and the tape slowly wrapped around her throat. Jeni’s lips parted slightly and the sexiest little moan came out. Marcella took note with an evil twinkle in her eye. She leaned in so close to Jeni, the tape was snug around her throat and Marcella pressed against her naked breasts. Jeni’s heart pounded, as she waited for Marcella to speak.
“Are you a bad girrrl Jeni?” the way she said girl, had such a subtle purr to it. Jeni was so excited she barely kept still. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in; the jasmine still lingered. When she exhaled a soft “Yes” came from Jeni’s mouth. It was the first time she was ever asked that question; led alone responded to it.
“I don’t think I heard you bad girl, what did you say?” Marcella’s lips rubbed up against Jeni’s ear when she whispered the question. The tape grew a bit tighter around her throat and Marcella’s breasts were so tight against her body; Jeni could hardly breathe. Jeni closed her eyes and attempted to regain her composure.
“Open your eyes my dear,” when Jeni obeyed she was pleased to see Marcella’s face just inches from her own. She released the tape from her throat and placed it around Jeni’s back. Slowly she brought the ends of the tape around so they pushed Jeni’s tits together. Marcella harnessed Jeni’s breasts and used the tape like a set of reins.
“36C my dear, very nice, would you like to know how I compare. I caught you staring earlier, shame on you bad girl” Chills ran through Jeni’s body and she looked straight into Marcella’s eyes.
“Yes, I’d like to know and I was staring, you’re beautiful” Jeni was shocked by her own statement. Marcella just looked hungry; she pinched the tape with one hand and untied her blouse. It fell to the floor and revealed breasts so large, they engulfed Jeni’s. Her skin was so warm and smooth on Jeni’s flesh. Their nipples rubbed together, it was such a turn on, but Jeni wouldn’t move; it was Marcella’s lead she followed.
These words and gestures fueled Jeni and Marcella sensed her heat. She advanced on Jeni’s mouth before it could utter a protest. As they kissed, Jeni felt Marcella grab her nipples and pinched them gently. Her body writhed from the attention, she moaned into Marcella’s mouth with each. Their kiss came to a close and Marcella released her breasts.
She kept Jeni’s body posed, well…displayed was more like it…and these erotic suggestions set the true tone for the evening. Marcella continued her journey by exploring the curves of her stomach. She knelt before Jeni and measured her thighs and hips seductively. At this point, Jeni felt as if her clit was being tortured without being touched. This anticipation made her juices flow and she craved more.
The tape now rested on Jeni’s hips and Marcella was in front of her prize; a soaked mound. Jeni imagined how swollen she was or how large the wet spot in her thong was. Marcella leaned in and wanted to take this opportunity, to paint the beautiful canvas before her and savor every moment. Marcella let the tape fall to the floor and fondled Jeni’s exposed ass.
“Tell me why you are so wet Jeni…” she pulled at her thong, parted her lips and slapped the inside of her thighs to spread them further.
“I…I…I want you to lick me so badly Marcella,” Jeni confessed with a sigh. With an evil plan in mind, Marcella took her mouth and started kissing at Jeni’s knee. When finished she rested high up on Jeni’s hip. Marcella’s tongue found the thin strap of the thong and worked her tongue under the fabric. It traveled slowly along the groove to Jeni’s inner thigh. She stopped just above the swollen pussy and Jeni’s heart was racing to catch up.
“You have brought me honey this evening and I will drink it until I want to stop. Do you understand me?” Marcella spoke directly to the cunt before her. She skillfully took her hands and went to the top of Jeni’s hips and slipped her thong to the floor. In response, Jeni gently bit her bottom lip to try and stop her moans, but to no avail. Marcella then groped Jeni’s swollen labia with her teeth and tongue.
“How badly do you want to cum Jeni? What if I don’t let you?” Her tongue started at the top of her clit and traced down each lip slowly. The sequence ended with a light suck on Jeni’s hood. This was a potent combination that sent Jeni into a spiral; she felt her inner slut coming out one lick at a time.
“You’re a good little slut aren’t you Jeni? Your body is all hot and bothered for me. A married woman you are, but you crave this don’t you?” Marcella said in a torturous tone.
Marcella indulged in Jeni’s pussy and her engorged clit looked like a piece of ripe hanging fruit and it was ready to be plucked. So Marcella began to suck slowly, while two of her fingers teased the opening of her snatch. They slid in, out and around; like a cock with a mind of its own. This made Jeni roll her hips uncontrollably, as she lost herself in the moment.
“Yes…oh yes…I want to fuck your face,” the voice was unlike anything Jeni had ever muttered. Before she knew it, Jeni started to grind her pussy into Marcella’s mouth without even realizing it. She imagined it was Ashley’s small face; eating her honey and licking her pot inside and out. Her muscles contracted as she bucked wildly on Marcella’s fingers. Jeni used her hands and forced Marcella’s head to stay on course; she had been waiting for this moment for so long and she wasn’t going anywhere. Marcella used the flat part of her tongue to lap her clit up and down like a dog. All of this was so sinful to Jeni, but she knew her body was rising to the occasion. The grip on Marcella’s hair tightened and allowed Jeni to release her pent up moans.
Marcella braced her arms around Jeni’s hips and locked her into place. Her lips and tongue were buried so deeply into Jeni that her face was so covered, it glistened. The rhythm from Jeni’s hips enticed Marcella to move her tongue in the opposite direction. This erotic move caused Jeni to release and squirt into Marcella’s mouth.
“Oh my fucking god, ah…lick me, suck my clit…oh..oh yes.” Jeni’s moans turned into cries when her body literally gave way from the climax. Thankfully, Marcella was there to bear the weight and embrace her body.
As Jeni came to, she leaned in and kissed Marcella’s swollen lips. Still covered in juice, Jeni sucked the excess from her tongue and lightly kissed her face. The moment overall was so intimate, so erotic and so sensual…just as Jeni had always pictured it. When Jeni kissed her nose, she saw a look in Marcella’s eyes that was so animalistic it craved more.
Since Marcella’s top was already off, Jeni was able to finally examine her breasts. They were so much larger than Jeni’s and her nipples much darker. Jeni had just released her soul into Marcella’s mouth, so she was unsure of how much more pleasure she could take. That uncertainty was cleared up though, when she felt her core react to Marcella’s bare chest and wetness began to drip down her thighs. Marcella went over to the couch and arched her back over its arm. ‘She was so ripe for the taking’, Jeni thought to herself.
She kissed Marcella’s left breast and used her tongue to trace every inch until she reached the tip. That nipple was licked, sucked and eventually bitten and every action caused Jeni to throb. The soft bite sent such a shudder throughout Marcella’s body that Jeni felt clearly. Before she moved to the next breast, Jeni took a chance and placed her hand under Marcella’s sarong. She wore no panties; her skin was smooth, absent of hair and so slick, that Jeni’s hand virtually slipped inside.
When she felt Jeni’s hand inside her pussy, Marcella let out a primal moan. She tore off the sarong and unveiled a massive clit. Jeni couldn’t help but stare and she felt her kegel muscles contract in pleasure. Her organ was so large that it pierced past her bare lips and resembled a mountain in a slick valley.
Marcella was so aroused that she grabbed Jeni by the clit with her forefinger and thumb. While she pinched it and rolled it into submission, she looked at Jeni and said… “Suck me sweet girl and make me cum”.
Jeni obediently knelt down and took Marcella’s enormous clit into her mouth. As she sucked the hard, hot flesh Jeni gained momentum with each pull. Then she rolled her tongue back and forth, as she continued to suck hard and slow. This unexpected stimulation fueled Marcella and she bucked against Jeni’s face; grinding her clit deeper with every push. She knew she’d cum soon and wanted to return the favor. So Marcella balled her hand into a fist and slowly rolled her knuckles into Jeni’s snatch.
This tug of war inevitably ended well for both parties. Marcella came into Jeni’s mouth uncontrollably until she could cum no more. Then she acted as a rock for Jeni and held her fist firm to grind on. This was a new sensation for Jeni and as she came for the second time this evening a few loud moans escaped her mouth, but they were muffled by Marcella’s beautiful pussy. As the women emerged from their daze, Marcella tied her shirt and secured her breasts. She also fixed her sarong so that it once again covered her charms completely. Then Jeni grabbed a nearby towel to clean not only her face, but also her partner’s.
They kissed briefly and Marcella walked over to the dress form and grabbed the gown. Time was of the essence, so she quickly draped the garment over Jeni’s body and added a few pins and tucks. With these adjustments, the dress accentuated Jeni’s body without garters, stockings or even a bra. It all felt so natural, so liberating and so special. “It will be ready for you to pick up tomorrow my dear. We should get you dressed for your stepdaughter’s arrival” the passion still present in Marcella’s eyes.
“Yes, she should be here shortly,” Jeni grabbed Marcella’s chin and seductively rubbed her thumb over her lips.
“May I stay and watch you work with her?” the desire radiated from Jeni.
“No, I will have you hide behind my screen. This way you can watch us and we won’t see you. One must create a fantasy for the players to truly lose themselves in it and to it. However, there will be a time I need your assistance and when that time comes, I’ll let you know” she winked at Jeni as she dressed.
Shortly after Jeni finished with her clothing, there was a distinct knock at the door. She quickly poured herself another glass of wine and hid behind the screen. Ashley walked up the stairs and Jeni watched her follow the same sequence of events with Marcella. The only difference was Marcella told Ashley, Jeni had to leave earlier than expected and to go on without her.
Ashley was friendly, but a bit shy around new people; so Jeni wasn’t sure how she would react. Marcella though, felt her anxiety the moment Ashley knew Jeni wasn’t there. So Marcella upped her hospitality and made Ashley feel at home with her warm intentions. Once both women were situated on the large red couch, Marcella offered Ashley a glass of wine; as she accepted, Ashley started to take in her surroundings.
Ironically enough, Marcella was studying her new model just as intently. Ashley was 19 and even with fair skin she had a sun kissed glow to her face. Her lips were full and pouty, which enhanced her already charming smile. The bone structure in her face framed her blue eyes perfectly and left anyone wanting more. Then there was her natural blonde hair. Its cut just beneath her chin and her well-defined curls brought movement to the style.
As Marcella chatted with Ashley, she could tell her model was still a bit on edge. So she changed the game and focused on making the young girl feel more relaxed. After sometime, Ashley’s guard fell and the change in her mood was obvious. Marcella played with Ashley’s hair and even placed a reassuring hand on her thigh as they spoke. When Marcella felt that enough rapport had been established, she calmly asked Ashley to remove her clothing.
Before Ashley disrobed, she looked around to ensure they were alone. Then her jeans fell to the floor and revealed a tiny pair of black boy shorts. Before she removed the black fitted T-shirt, she looked towards Marcella for approval. When she received a strong nod, Ashley pulled the garment over her head and revealed a low cut black demi. The bra accentuated her breasts and was so low cut it allowed the tops of her nipples to stick out. As Marcella started to take Ashley’s measurements, Jeni could see that her sweet girl seemed to enjoy posing and looked much more relaxed. When Jeni saw Marcella approach her breasts, she whispered softly into Ashley’s ear that the undergarments needed to go.
Jeni was concerned that Ashley wouldn’t comply, even at Marcella’s request. When her hesitation came, Marcella tugged on the bra and again whispered something into Ashley’s ear. This time Jeni was unable to hear, but she watched as the bra fell to the floor. Then Ashley bent slowly over and removed her boy shorts. Once the clothing had been removed she obediently closed her eyes and waited. Marcella refocused on Ashley and placed her hands on her perky breasts. Her estimate placed them at 34B, the perfect handful. Marcella also dropped her attention to Ashley’s ass; it had an apple bottom shape and gave her something to sink her teeth into later.
Marcella’s technique seemed more nurturing than how she treated with Jeni. She would whisper occasionally into Ashley’s ear while her eyes were still closed. Ashley would grin and smile at Marcella’s comments, but her eyes remained closed. Jeni saw her step-daughter blossom right in front of her; it was such a turn on that she started to play with herself. Marcella locked eyes with the screen and knew Jeni would respond accordingly. With that Marcella suddenly placed Ashley’s right nipple in her mouth.
Ashley moaned and enjoyed every sensation in her body. She felt naughty and wanted to submit to this exotic stranger. Marcella sucked on her right breast slowly and pinched her left nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Ashley was so overwhelmed with pleasure and anticipation, that she felt body start to shake.
Marcella watched Ashley respond to her advances and decided to move towards her untouched honey pot. Ashley may have been young, naïve and inexperienced, but Marcella’s fingers found soaked lips and swollen clit. When the fingers started to probe her labia, Ashley felt her legs give way. Jeni now naked behind the screen determined it was time to reveal herself. So when Marcella caught Ashley’s submissive body, Jeni emerged from behind the screen and sat on the couch. Marcella led Ashley to the couch and gently laid her head on Jeni’s lap. Ashley opened her eyes and found Jeni’s face in front of her own; a mixture of fear and excitement flooded her.
Jeni calmly ran her fingers through her step-daughter’s golden curls and watched as Marcella continued to suck Ashley’s breasts and finger her tight pussy. Then Marcella dropped her mouth and sucked her pussy lips gently, Ashley’s body began to writhe; this was more of a turn on than Ashley could have ever imagined. So when Jeni began to rub Ashley’s face and her finger passed by her mouth, Ashley caught it gently with her teeth. Then she started to slowly suck the finger as she moaned in Jeni’s direction. Ashley’s pressure and technique was well beyond her years and Jeni knew it; was aroused by it. As Marcella watched both women become lost in the moment she took the evening to the next level.
Marcella stopped sucking her breasts and moved south towards Ashley’s stomach. As she licked and kissed the exposed flesh she crept lower and lower. When Jeni took notice of Marcella’s movements, she fondled Ashley’s breasts to grab her attention. Marcella now felt Ashley was ready for her tongue. There was a small strip of hair that made her cunt glisten in the light; it provided Marcella with the perfect target for her face to land. When she extended her tongue for the first lick, it inspired uncontrollable contractions in Ashley’s legs.
“Tonight sweet girl you shall blossom and we will help you,” Jeni said to the young face in her lap. Ashley felt so hot from Jeni’s words that she felt her twat throb in Marcella’s mouth. Ashley had always been Jeni’s sweet girl and tonight she was going to know how sweet she really was. As Ashley allowed the women to use her, she felt Marcella’s naked breasts slap her thighs; Jeni had pulled them from Marcella’s shirt for Ashley to see. Even though her breasts were ripped from her shirt, Marcella remained composed as she fucked Ashley’s core into submission with her tongue.
Jeni bent her breasts over Ashley’s face. Then she lightly sucked and kissed Ashley’s torso from her breasts to her forehead. As she teased Ashley it made Jeni’s juices drip down her thighs into Ashley’s hair. Marcella was ravenous with Ashley, it seemed she couldn’t get enough of this young girls’ honey. This frenzy pushed Ashley over the edge and she was now on the verge of cumming. So in a desperate attempt, Ashley fumbled around for Jeni’s exposed cunt. What she found was a soaked mound that had such a heat and intensity that it moved Ashley. She twirled her fingers along Jeni’s labia and caught her off guard with a gasp. Marcella watched their interaction intently and sucked on Ashley harder. She added a second finger to gently probe Ashley’s soaked opening and Marcella immediately felt the young girls’ muscles contract hard on her hand. Driven by lust Ashley wanted Jeni’s cunt in her mouth, so she pulled Jeni’s hips on top of her face.
When Jeni carefully mounted Ashley’s face and she placed her core directly over her step-daughter’s perfect mouth. Instinctively, Ashley began to feed on Jeni’s womanhood. She wanted to remember her taste and this experience forever. So Ashley sucked the flesh frantically, but once she started to fuck Jeni with her tongue the fire had been lit and wasn’t going out anytime soon. Jeni rode Ashley’s face and pressed her snatch deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Jeni began to moan in orgasm and as she came she contracted hard on Ashley’s face. Just as she pushed her final thrusts into Ashley’s mouth, Marcella swirled her tongue while she sucked on Ashley’s clit, forcing her into her own climax. When Ashley came she screamed into Jeni’s cunt and felt her breasts being massaged to enhance her cries
Even though Ashley came and came hard, Marcella refused to release her grip. In fact, she sucked harder and continued to rape Ashley’s pussy with her two fingers. Each time the fingers entered her tight cunt, her legs shook uncontrollably and she kept moaning into Jeni’s snatch. This tortured Ashley; she was pinned and had nowhere to go. All she could do was buck wildly and lock her arms around Jeni’s hips; it prevented her movement and anchored her core onto Ashley’s mouth.
Marcella seemed to have unleashed Pandora’s Box or should we say Ashley’s… Marcella wanted to force another righteous orgasm from this young lady. So it inspired Ashley to do the same with Jeni and what followed was a release of epic proportion. Ashley contracted so violently that Marcella started cumming from the sheer force of Ashley’s twat pressing into her mouth. So Marcella pierced her pussy with her own dripping fingers and swirled them around violently to finish the job properly.
All three women released together in sequence. There were no rules, no expectations just utter bliss. They collapsed from exhaustion and Marcella was the first to redress. She left Ashley and Jeni as they embraced each other on the red satin couch, which was soaked from their festivities.
Eventually, Ashley stood up for Marcella’s actual fitting. Once done she ensured both ladies that the gowns would be ready for pickup tomorrow afternoon. Needless to say Ashley and Jeni were late for their rehearsal dinner the next evening…by a mile.