For the next few minutes
Annabel had a sort of out-of-body experience. It was like she was
watching herself from above as Carla lifted her striped skirt to reveal smooth
white thighs and pink cotton underpants.
Carla slid her hands
along Annabel’s thighs and hooked her index fingers into the waistband
of Annabel’s panties on either side. As she started to pull them down,
Annabel instinctively lifted up off the couch to help. Carla
smiled to herself – this was just so easy. Her stepmother, it turned out, was a bit of a slut.
When the panties were
all the way off, Carla brought them to her nose for a sniff. They were
soaking wet, and Annabel’s scent was musky, strong, and delicious. Carla
looked over at her stepmother’s crotch: The blond pubic hair was soft,
curly, and inviting. Carla’s mouth started to water a little bit – the
first taste of a new pussy was always so exciting.
Dropping the underwear to
the floor, Carla gripped Annabel’s knees and slowly parted them. Still
watching herself from above, Annabel couldn’t believe what she was
seeing. There she was, naked on the couch in her own living room as her
stepdaughter knelt between her legs. Carla ran her fingers up the
insides of Annabel’s thighs and gently touched the soft, pink surface of
her pussy.
Annabel gasped as a
lightning bolt of pleasure flashed through her. Then she was back in her
body, looking down at the top of Carla’s head as it moved forward.
Annabel closed her eyes and leaned back as she felt Carla’s tongue on
her belly, her hips, her abdomen. Carla’s nose traced through her pubic
hair and then Carla was licking and nibbling her inner thighs as the
pussy juice gushed out from between her legs.
No man had ever gotten
Annabel this worked up. To be sure, not many had tried; she’d had only a
few boyfriends before getting married, and none of them had much
interest in anything other than their own pleasure. Her husband was a
skilled lover and on those occasions when they had been together, she’d
enjoyed it, but always felt that something was missing. She had never
known exactly what, but now she had an inkling.
Carla stuck out her
tongue and took a long, slurping taste of her stepmother’s pussy.
Annabel groaned helplessly, sinking all the way back into the couch, her
legs splaying open even further. Carla penetrated her with one finger
and licked around it, then spread her labia, revealing the bright
pink of her inside walls.
Grasping Annabel around
the waist, Carla turned her around so she was sideways on the couch
and began to aggressively tongue-fuck her. Annabel writhed, she
thrashed, she gripped the couch with both hands as her stepdaughter’s
tongue probed up into her most intimate places. This was a kind of
pleasure she had never known before.
Carla cupped Annabel's
butt cheeks and lifted her higher, in a frenzy now, gobbling the older woman’s pussy with complete
abandon. But then Carla realized that Annabel was about to come, and she
didn’t want that to happen quite yet. So she backed off, wiping the girl
juice from her mouth with one hand. Annabel looked down at her with
pleading eyes... I was so close, her expression said, why did you
stop? It was kind of pathetic, Carla thought, and also kind of sweet.
Impulsively, Carla
brought one hand to Annabel’s mouth and pushed it between her lips so
she could taste herself. Annabel sucked the finger obediently. She was
turning out to be such a pushover, Carla thought. It was almost
disappointing.
Having been an active – and rather
promiscuous – lesbian since her early teens, with a particular
thing for a certain type of blonde, Carla had wanted to fuck
Annabel since the day they met. Not only was Annabel was Carla’s Platonic ideal of
what a sexy woman looked like, she had a softness
and docility about her that Carla found enormously arousing. It was on display now as Annabel gazed at her questioningly, blue eyes wide open, waiting to see what Carla would do next.
And of course, the fact
that she was Carla’s stepmother added a little extra thrill to it, a
taste of the forbidden. In truth, though, Carla felt no real guilt about
lusting after her father’s wife. Her father, to be honest, was kind of
an asshole. He’d never been abusive toward her, but he was self-absorbed and
emotionally unavailable. And when
they divorced he’d been pretty cruel to Carla’s mother, who now lived in relative poverty back in her
hometown. Carla stayed at her father’s house not because she wanted to
be with him, but because the house was amazing and close to L.A., where
all her friends were.
So the idea of seducing Annabel someday had been in the back of Carla’s mind, but she wasn’t sure that it would ever
be possible; there was a distance between them that was hard to bridge. Then this opportunity just dropped into her lap. She hadn’t
necessarily planned to use her tryst with Kim to get to Annabel; they’d
just been sunbathing, started making out, and gotten carried away. But
when she looked up from between Kim’s legs and saw Annabel staring at
her through the window, she knew it was time to go for it.
The look in her eyes had
told Carla that Annabel was interested, that she was curious, and that
she was vulnerable. So Carla had decided to act. She was pretty sure
that Annabel would respond well to a bold and forceful approach... and
she had been right.
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