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Jay and Sabrina dropped me off at my condo just before dinner on that Sunday before Spring break began. We talked a lot less going home than on the trip to the race. I think we were all tired. Neither Sabrina or I hinted at the fact we’d played around together. I still felt confused when I went into my condo. The fact that Sabrina was trying to seduce me along with me fucking Jay left me wondering about my sexuality.
I settled in after unpacking sipping a glass of wine when I got a text from Sabrina. She wanted to get together this week to talk. I should have ignored it; instead, I told her, ‘sure, call me tomorrow.’ I got a kiss and a heart emoji in reply.
As I sipped I pondered my situation, Jay was cheating on his wife with me, Sabrina wanted in my panties. Which was the lesser of two evils? Both were somewhat evil. I thought I was straight until Sabrina started playing with me. I didn’t want to be a homewrecker, even in a home that was already falling apart. As I sipped on my second glass of Cabernet, I thought they both sounded good sexually. Would I have the time for both? Yes, Sabrina wasn’t home that often, Jay was once a month maybe twice. What if they found out about each other? Perhaps I’d have nothing. The second glass turned into a third, and I was feeling warm and mellow as I took it to my bedroom.
I got ready for bed, still pondering the pros and cons of daughter and dad. They both had their pluses; Jay was a gentle, considerate lover with me. He also had a very nice penis, and he was creative. Sabrina was somewhat of an unknown. She was sneaky, trying to seduce me. Sabrina seemed more in charge than Jay, which was different. She was somewhat creative, surprising me in the shower.
I finished off my wine, then reached into my top drawer of the nightstand. My little vibe whirred to life with the flick of the switch. I hadn’t used it since I seduced Jay; he was more than enough for me.
I slipped off my panties, tossing them towards the hamper. I placed my vibe between my legs as it hummed away. Tonight I was imagining Jay, then Sabrina, then Jay, and back to Sabrina. What an image! I laid back, watching us like a fly on the wall.
Jay, viral, quiet, lying in my bed, massaging my lower back while I rose up and down on his cock. Sabrina, sexy, blonde, gorgeous tits facing me, passionate kisses, teasing my nipples, nursing them. It was like something out of a porn.
My vibe moved over my lower lips as I slipped a finger, then two into me. Those images, combined with the feelings I was applying to myself, brought me to a swift and delicious climax. I shut the switch off, basking in the glow of what I’d just done. I felt good; I know it was a fantasy, and realistically it would never happen.
I made up my mind then and there to see what Sabrina wanted. I got up and put my vibe by the bathroom sink. I went back to bed, quickly falling asleep with a smile on my face.
The text back from Tanika made me smile. My little plan was working, and I think although she could be meeting me to tell me to fuck off even though that seemed highly unlikely.
I met Tanika on Thursday; we were going to have coffee at the same place we did when we ran. It’s quaint and quiet. I was going to keep my hands to myself, and I wanted to hear what she had to say.
She talked, I listened, and I liked what I was hearing. She wanted to explore the feelings I had awakened in her. We had to be discrete because she didn’t think my father would like her sleeping with me. She was partially right, daddy didn’t know I liked girls, and I wanted to keep it that way for a while. He had enough problems with mom, and I didn’t want to be another. I didn’t think he’d disown me or anything but, he didn’t deserve any more headaches.
After Tanika finished her little speech, she took a deep breath. She then asked what I thought about her decision. I told her I loved it and would abide by any rules or restrictions she might have. I asked if this was just sex and her curiosity, or did it maybe mean something more.
She tossed it right back in my face asking me if she were just a conquest or did I have feelings for her. I blushed, admitting that I did find her very sexy and that I did feel a connection with her. That made her smile. It was honest, mostly. Yes, I did want a conquest, she was hot, and I do enjoy seduction. There was something else about her that I liked, and I told her as we sipped our drinks.
Her smile was infectious; we both were grinning, talking, and being just like we were before I set my sights on her. We sat there for over an hour when one of the baristas started sweeping up around us, hinting that it was time for us to leave. We were enjoying our time together just chatting that we’d lost track of it.
Walking out to our cars, Tanika asked if I’d like to go back to her place to continue our conversation. I smiled, telling her I’d love to.
I followed her back, parking in her driveway as she escort bursa parked in her garage. I could feel my anticipation building as she led me in via the garage. We set our purses down after removing our shoes. Nika turned to face me, and before she could say anything, I was on her. I pulled her to me, covering her mouth with mine. My tongue was exploring while my hands squeezed her delicious bubble butt, fingers digging in deep. She moaned, then grabbed my ass, pulling me tighter against her. We started going at it groping, unbuttoning, unzipping, removing whatever obstacle we found that prevented us from being naked. I moved her back up against a wall. She gasped as her back hit the wall. Our violent kissing continued as articles of clothing fell aside, and our passion increased.
Nika then returned the favor pushing me across the hall as she tried to take charge. We were down to bras and panties when I moved her diagonally back to the other wall, narrowly missing a framed picture of her family. It bounced as the wall reverberated with the weight of our bodies. She looked over at it, giggled, then forced me back to the door jamb of the bathroom. Our bras were on the floor when I walked her to the bedroom. My hand on a breast, my tongue was dueling with hers.
We halted our play momentarily to remove our panties. Nika’s eyes glared at me with lust and fire. I matched her in my desire, our panties on the floor, my once sweet apprehensive Nika crawled onto her bed. I watched as she sat up on her knees, repeatedly crooking her finger at me, inviting me to join her. I playfully growled, crawling to her. We locked lips once again, hands like octopus tentacles all over each other. Our breasts pressed together; we stayed like that, making out, hands squeezing body parts until I stopped us and told her to lay down. She smiled, laying back, her legs on either side of me. She placed a finger to her lips, her expression now innocent and demure.
I smiled, “You’re so sexy.”
My hands massaged her thighs as I lowered myself between her legs. First, I kissed and teased her sex. My tongue was circling her as she squirmed. I lay against her firm thigh toying and teasing, watching her grin, biting her lower lip. I softly blew on her swollen labia, the places my finger had milliseconds before touched. She shivered, moaning with each wave of cool air. When I’d tortured her to my satisfaction, my tongue took over. From bottom to top, I licked and kissed, her sweet nectar filled my senses and delighted my taste buds. I kissed her labia softly, tugging and stretching the folds. She was delicious. Her lips had a lovely sheen on them from my saliva and her body’s reaction from my attention.
She massaged her breasts, pinching and tugging while I hungrily explored her sex inside and out. My index finger joined my tongue, it went low, and my tongue went high. I slowly started finger fucking, my new love, the tip of my tongue slipped under her hood, exposing her enlarged clit.
Nika kept telling me how good she was feeling as I lost track of time playing with her.
My arousal wasn’t far behind hers, heart racing as I continued drinking from the holy grail I’d been seeking. I had Nika wound up enough to try something that might delight and shock her. I paused, kissing her sweet pussy as if saying good-bye. The look on her face was one of surprise when she opened her eyes, curious as to why I stopped. I then moved between her legs, got atop her allowing our lady parts to kiss.
Moving my hips in a slow circular motion Nika’s eyes lit up with the new sensation between her legs.
Her eyes drilled into mine, focused and intense as she began mimicking my movements as best she could. Then, she got the idea to reverse her gyrations. We both moaned as the intensity of our actions electrified us both.
We continued moaning and praising each other until we both couldn’t take anymore. I collapsed on top of her, my fall cushioned by our breasts. There, I raised myself enough to allow our nipples to brush side to side, further enhancing our experience.
Nika could barely speak, she was out of breath, basking in the fading echos of her first female initiated orgasm. I kissed her, her juices from my lips now covering hers, something I know she’d never dreamed she’d be savoring.
Rolling off her, I lay by her side, snuggled against her. One leg draped over her as if protecting her sex from anything or anyone else. She purred, looking at me, her eyes focused on mine. Her sated glow told me all I needed to know.
This was going to be a beautiful arrangement as long as daddy didn’t find out.
Sabrina and I got together over coffee. We talked about what happened over the weekend and how we both felt about it. Both of us were honest as to how we felt and our intentions. I had liked Sabrina before the weekend and thought we could be friends. Her actions over the weekend not only made me doubt the possibility of just bursa merkez eskort being friends, I questioned my sexuality. Our talk convinced me that not only could we be friends, but we could also be lovers.
I suggested we go back to my place after we’d realized how long we’d been talking. When we arrived, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen until Sabrina practically attacked me. Oh, it was a good thing, I assure you. We kissed, fondled, groped, stripped ourselves, and each other finally winding up on my bed.
Then my world changed forever. She had me lay back then proceeded to work her magic on me with her mouth, tongue, and finger. I hate to admit, but of everyone who has ever gone down on me, Sabrina was by far the best. After giving me the best tongue lashing of my life, she proceeded to amaze and bewilder me by pussy fucking me or whatever it’s called.
My toes curled in ways I never thought possible. Then we lay snuggling, comparing notes, and basking in our mutual bliss. Jay did that, too; it must be a family trait or something. I know that’s weird. I can’t help thinking about the two of them: each different and each yummy in their own way. I only hope I can keep each a secret from the other.
It was getting late in the afternoon. Sabrina and I had taken a nap snug in each other’s arms for about thirty minutes. I woke first, silently laying in her arms, gazing at her pretty face and perfect body. I placed butterfly kisses on her, trying not to wake her. She must be a light sleeper because it didn’t take many for her to smile and open her eyes.
A soft ‘Hello, sexy girl’ greeted me, followed by a long sensual kiss. We lingered for a bit then decided to shower before she went home. She was glad we did, she didn’t want to smell like sex around mom and dad. I didn’t blame her, so we took a leisurely shower together, which included more kissing and fondling. The girl could be wild, sensual, rough, and romantic. I enjoyed the variety.
Sabrina got dressed, and we talked about another meeting. We’d figure it out online or over the phone. This was going to be interesting.
I left Nika’s place and headed home. I had the rest of Spring break, three days to do laundry, and relax. My libido was satisfied for the time being. I knew this feeling wouldn’t last long, hopefully until I could get back to school and my assortment of toys. I didn’t keep anything at my parent’s house knowing it might freak them out, discovering what their little girl did in her spare time. I cared more about what daddy thought than the maternal unit. Speaking of her, I would only have to put up with her on Friday. Saturday was casino day, and I’d see very little of her. Sunday, I’d head back to school early with the laundry I did myself.
Nika and I kept in touch, texting and emailing over April and into the beginning of May. During that time, we discovered something better than sexting. I started it one lonely weeknight when I was especially horny. I called her close to bedtime, dressed only in boyshorts. She was in her terry robe, which soon vanished as we talked. We went back and forth as we showed each other our semi-nude bodies telling each other what we’d like to do. Then we decided to prop our phones so we could lay in our respective beds. We continued talking, and then the touching began. It was effortless at first, touching, then telling Nika what to do to herself. I did as she asked also. It was somewhat surreal and sexy too. We managed to get ourselves off via the phone. Nika suggested that if we were going to continue this, we should both get a VPN to hide from potential prying eyes. I told her I’d talk to my father and see if he’d get me one. Daddy can be a pushover when I want him to be.
I debated going home Memorial day, but a couple of girlfriends decided to have a party, so I stayed for that. Looking back, that probably was a huge mistake. I should have been home dealing with the drama.
Saturday late afternoon, daddy called with a frantic message on my voicemail to call him. I would have answered but, the battery on my phone as at ten percent so, I let it charge before calling. When I did call and got my father, I was floored.
Mom had left him. She’d gone to the casino, or at least she was supposed to while daddy was running. He was out all day, which seemed odd. He and Nika usually start early and are done by noon. Whatever. When he got home, mom’s car was there, her keys and a note with an envelope on the dining table. Daddy didn’t go into detail, just giving me the highlights. She’d met a guy about five years ago on the bus to the casino, they hit it off and were having an affair for close to that entire time. He won two and a half million dollars or something outrageous, and mom ran off with him. The envelope contained divorce papers. All dad had to do was sign them then drop them in the mail.
What the fuck, mom? I knew you were, never mind. She was gone, and I bursa sınırsız escort hoped she was happy. Maybe now dad would find someone who truly loved him, and he’d be happy. I told him I was hung up at school and would be home when finals were over. He was distraught, which was to be expected. I did get a sense of relief from him, knowing that mom maybe was finally happy. He’d sign the papers and get them in the envelope ready to be mailed. I told him I loved him and things would be alright. He sighed, wishing me well, and that he loved me too. I hung up, shaking my head. Fucking mom.
Jay and I spent a beautiful Memorial Day Saturday together. Carnal Saturdays are what we called them. We’d run maybe eight or ten miles, then go back to my place, shower, eat something light, then make love. Well, sometimes, we had sex and made love. This particular Saturday, we tried something new and a tiny bit kinky. I asked Jay if I could blindfold him and secure his hands. Nothing severe like handcuffs, just a couple of silk scarves I had. He couldn’t peek, and he couldn’t lower his hands to touch me, or he’d have to go home.
I had him lay naked on my bed; he promised not to peek as I placed the blindfold over his eyes. I tested him by cupping my breast then massaging my nipple. I could tell by his lack of response he could see. Then I took my longest scarf, I had two just in case and bound his wrists, his hands clasped together.
He held them over his head as again I warned him if he lowered them, he’d be gone. I began by taking a feather and tickling the bottom of his feet. He tried to maintain a straight face, but that was quickly broken down to smiles, then laughing. I moved up his legs, the same results. I didn’t have to ask if he was enjoying; his laughter was infectious. The sad part was this was supposed to be arousing. Jay’s dick remained flaccid despite my best efforts at teasing him. I tried my fingers, with the feather and nothing.
Finally, I used my nipples. One at a time then both, switching back and forth and in inconsistent places. I started to see results. I added the tip of my tongue, butterfly kisses, the flat part of my tongue all seemed to work better than the stupid feather.
I watched as he slowly grew, it was fun the see him make it twitch as it became more and more erect. That’s when I decided to use the feather again. I began teasing the head of his penis as I lick some other part of his body. I’d move slight, then brush him with a nipple, then glide the feather up and down the length of his shaft.
I caught him trying to move his hands. I whipped him with the feather, and naturally, he laughed, losing his concentration. Then I went back to my various teases, and he refocused. I tried his face, and he sneezed, so back to body parts.
He started to get into it. I saw his erection slowly grow once more. He was hard as a rock as I climbed over him. I stood, looking down at him, then bent over, flicking his erection once more. I was aroused enough to slowly sit down on him, guiding his shaft into me.
I moaned as he filled me, loving that feeling only he could provide. I leaned forward to kiss him, and then I began sliding back and forth until he shot his load into me. I continued my gyrations up and down him until he no longer had anything to give. He slipped out of me, allowing his juices to dribble out of me. I lay on his chest, purring while he was still bound and blind. He asked if he could be released. I giggled, apologizing for forgetting his predicament.
I untied his hands then removed the blindfold. I asked what he thought about the experience. He said it was okay not as erotic as he thought it might be.
I wasn’t as happy with the experience either. It was a little fun but not what I expected. Maybe we weren’t doing it right or something. We laid quietly together for a little longer. Jay apologized for not satisfying me. I kissed him and told him it was fine. It was sweet of him to indulge me. He smiled, kissing me once more, then softly whispered he’d do anything I wanted. I kissed him back, knowing that was a true statement.
We showered and dressed, I kissed him good-bye and went about my Saturday doing homework and cleaning the house. It was late that evening when a frantic Jay called me to tell me what his wife had done. I was shocked and glad at the same time. Hopefully, I now had Jay all to myself whenever I wanted. I just had to figure out how to keep Sabrina and Jay from discovering they are both my lovers.
After learning of my mother’s abandonment of my father, I started calling him more often to check on him. I still had another month of school left, and I hated that I couldn’t go home to talk to him in person. He did come down to visit one Sunday. He took me to lunch, we tried to figure out what mom’s problem was, but it was pointless. She was gone, and now my dad was alone. I’d written off mom years ago, so it didn’t affect me the way it did him. He insisted he was fine and that he was going to sell her car and donate her clothes to charity. He wanted her things out of the house. I told him I’d try and get away and help. He reassured me he could get it done and to concentrate on finishing up my second year at school. I felt so bad for him.
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