Annabel took a deep breath,
immediately feeling a little intoxicated by Monica’s strong, musky smell. She was getting used to spending time in other women’s nether regions, but every one was a little different, and Annabel drank in the scent like the nose of a fine wine.
Monica spread her legs
as wide as they would go and moved her hand around to the back of
Annabel’s head, pulling her in closer. Getting the message, Annabel
extended her tongue and took a taste of Monica’s pussy. It was tangy,
tart, and delicious, and she quickly went back for more. All inhibitions forgotten, Annabel
feasted on the tender flesh between this virtual stranger’s legs, both
of them moaning as Monica’s fingernails dug into her back.
After coming twice
Monica pushed Annabel away and sat back to catch her breath. Annabel
felt a hand on her head, turning her 90 degrees so that she was staring
straight into a nest of dark pubic hair. Carla was standing over her,
looking down expectantly.
Annabel nuzzled into
Carla’s bush and Carla shifted her weight so she could get her legs
apart. Inhaling the now-familiar scent of Carla’s arousal, Annabel
burrowed into her stepdaughter’s crotch, thrusting her tongue up between
Carla’s pussy lips.
In this position Annabel
couldn’t breathe very well and she soon began to feel lightheaded; next
thing she knew she was being lifted and deposited face-up on the desk. Monica, dropping to her knees, scooted forward between
Annabel’s legs and began to tongue-fuck the older woman. Carla,
meanwhile, hopped up onto the desk and straddled Annabel’s head.
Annabel was long past
the point of resisting whatever was happening to her; she relaxed and
enjoyed the sensations of the moment. None of them were in
any particular hurry. Monica found Annabel’s cunt thoroughly
delectable and took her time exploring it, licking all
around, then penetrating as deep as her extra-long tongue would allow.
Carla reveled in the whole scene, riding Annabel’s face as she watched
her gorgeous ex-girlfriend eat her stepmother’s pussy.
Several orgasms later,
Annabel found herself being turned over onto her stomach. She stretched
out languidly as Carla and Monica both donned strap-ons that Monica had
stashed in her desk. They took turns fucking the older woman from both
ends, leaving her spent and semi-conscious on the desktop as Monica
wrapped up the maid uniform. “Better give us the cheerleader outfit, too,” said Carla, and they laughed.
Once everything was
ready Carla gently roused Annabel and helped her get dressed. Relatively
clear-headed now, Annabel felt a little self-conscious as she exchanged
hugs and goodbyes with Monica; in the maybe 90 minutes that they’d known
each other, Annabel had shown herself to be a shameless lesbian slut
completely in her stepdaughter’s thrall. But Monica was genuinely
friendly and affectionate, embracing Annabel like an old friend and
kissing her on the cheek. “It was really nice meeting you,” she said.
Carla and Monica also shared a long hug and warm, lingering kiss. “See you tomorrow?” asked Carla.
Monica looked at Carla, over at Annabel, back at Carla. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
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