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Our story continues. If I were you, I'd read the previous chapter first.
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Jill, the wife of my infuriating boss, almost trotted me over to her next door neighbor Mag's house. I had just given her a quick tongue-lashing in her back yard (so to speak). Her cries of passion had been heard around the neighborhood, or at least I could be sure that they had been picked up by this Mag person, whose front door we now approached.
Jill rapped urgently at the door, which opened almost instantly, and Jill and I popped inside before I could even appraise the mysterious Mag. What's worse, my eyes took a while to adjust to Mag's dimly-lit house after Jill's sun-drenched yard and open, sunny house.
Jill was thin, athletic, blonde, and had a sunny personality that reflected her sunny surroundings. Her voice was as high-pitched and light as cheerleader lesbians having sex a bird. By contrast, Mag spoke softly in a deep, masculine register that was nonetheless thoroughly feminine and very sexy. Even speaking to Jill just inside the doorway, her voice sounded tentative and nervous.
"You, you certainly got here in a hurry."
"I didn't want to give you a chance to back out, girlfriend," Jill replied.
"I just said I 'might' be interested in something like, you know, like what we talked about. I didn't think you'd just run right over!"
Jill looked sternly at Mag. "You KNOW what we've talked about. You KNOW what you want."
Mag glanced nervously between me and Jill as if I were a gorilla, unchained in the living room. "It's just hard," she said.
Jill giggled musically. "I certainly hope so! It sure was a few minutes ago! You won't regret it. C'mon Mag. Just be open-minded. Randy, meet my friend Mag. Mag, this is Randy. He's the guy you've been, ahem, 'hearing' so much about. Everybody's been 'hearing' about him in this neighborhood, I expect. He's divorced."
I just stood there, feeling like a dork. I extended my hand toward Mag, thinking what an absurd gesture that was in light of what I understood to have been arranged. Yet I couldn't think what else to do. Force an awkward kiss on her? Whip out my dick and put that in her hand instead?
Her hand was cold and sweaty. "Hi, uh, hi Randy," she said. "You must think we're complete nuts, or sluts, or totally desperate. You don't, I mean, we don't have to do anything. You probably just want to take off. You can just go if..."
"Hey, hey!" Jill interrupted. "Listen. Why don't we all just go in and sit down and, you know, just... get to know each other. Mag, why don't you and I go into the kitchen and grab Randy a beer?" And with that, Jill grabbed Mag rather forcefully by the elbow and steered her toward the kitchen. In a quieter voice, she faded into the distance. "So, how loud was I really? Who do you think heard us? Do you think..."
Once again, I found myself sitting alone on a sofa in a strange living room on a Saturday morning. Jill and Mag's absence gave me a moment to reflect on what I had seen. Mag was gorgeous, but in a totally different way from Jill. She wore a ribbed navy-colored shell and blue jeans and had a body one would describe as voluptuous rather than athletic. Without being overweight, she had more of a feminine hourglass figure – great full breasts just inside D-cup territory unlike Jill's classic athletic C-cups. Compared to Jill's tight little ass, Mag's appeared to be round and womanly. Jill's house was open and sunny and modern. Mag's was dim and traditional. Of course, from what I had seen of Mag's personality, perhaps she had closed all the drapes out of embarrassment.
I believe this was indeed the case. As the two women returned (I noticed that the beer was a pretext because they had forgotten to hentai lesbian return with one) Jill immediately started lesbian action opening drapes and blinds. "Honestly, Mag, you'd think this was a den of thieves. Nobody can see into a house on a sunny day. If I stood right there looking in the window I wouldn't see you. Besides, you two need to get a look at each other. Here," she said, grabbing my arm. "You sit here. And you," she guided Mag, "you sit here next to him."
She shepherded us to the sofa like a mother at a middle school dance, positioning us next to each other. Mag didn't look at me, but instead faced into the room, rather like a person sitting on a bus. "OK, then," Jill went on. "I'll be right next door if you need me. Just call right away if you want me to come over for ANY reason. OK?" Then she addressed me directly. "Mag is the shy type. She said she'd get all flustered if she thought I was watching, so I'm going to leave while nature 'takes its course', so to speak. Y'all just call if you need me and I'll come a-runnin'." And with that she twirled and headed back toward the kitchen. In a few seconds I heard a door slam.
Mag continued to face directly into the room, looking down. "She didn't want to go out the front door. The neighbors have enough to talk about," and she glanced over at me, smiling shyly. She was a beauty, with medium length auburn hair in great waves, a light complexion that showed she didn't share Jill's love of sun. She was expertly made-up – unusual for a Saturday -- which probably meant that she really did expect me to come over regardless of what she had said. She might not be as reluctant as she wanted me to think, or maybe she was just concerned about appearances. Come to think of it, everything she had said or done showed a certain concern for appearances.
"Hey, Mag," I said, very gently, as if addressing a baby animal. "Hey, Mag. Look at me. I know you feel awkward. That's OK. I feel awkward too. Let's just talk for a while. You like to talk, don't you?"
"Yes."
"First of all, and I don't want to sound forward, but you offered me a beer." She looked startled and started to jump up, apologizing. I continued, in my gentle "talking to a baby animal" voice. "It might make me a bit less nervous. I think you might want to have something to drink too. Is there something you like to drink?"
"Yeah. OK. Sure. Something to drink. I'll be right back!" and she scurried out of the room. I heard the sound of pots banging and utensils rattling around for a few minutes. Something fell over, and then she returned. She held a Sam Adams in one hand and a glass of white wine in the other.
"Excellent choice!" I said as she handed the beer to me, while I patted a spot on the couch much closer than she had been sitting. She picked a spot only slightly more removed, which I took as a good sign. She downed about half her glass of wine in a massive gulp. I continued. "You know, Jill didn't tell me that she had such a beautiful neighbor. You are really beautiful you know. Did you know that?"
Mag blushed mightily and started to shake her head; then slowly nodded. "I... I guess. Yeah."
"You're really pretty when you blush." This made Mag blush even harder. I don't know whether it was nervousness or whether she was starting to get turned on under my gaze, but I couldn't help noticing that Mag's nipples were pressing tightly against the bra she wore under her shell. I took her hand in mine – a childish gesture really, but one that broke the physical barrier in a non-threatening way. "I'm going to make a guess, and you tell me if I'm wrong. I think..." and I paused lesbian porno for two full seconds, as if thinking... "I think that you like having me here. You like having me here, don't you?"
Mag looked at me apprehensively, and nodded.
"I think... that you haven't had a man around in a long time."
She nodded again.
"I think... that you haven't been kissed in a long time."
Motionless, she inhaled noticeably.
I think... that if I kiss you right now," and I caressed her face. She leaned into my hand where I touched her. "...that you'd let me do it. I think you'd like it." I scooted toward her and gently leaned in her direction, drawing my lips toward hers. She too leaned, and our lips made the slightest of brushes. She hummed deeply and pressed her lips forward into mine in the beginnings of a crushing kiss. But I retreated and returned to my position beside her.
She shook it off. "I shouldn't be doing this," she said. "I just met you."
"That didn't feel like something you didn't want to do." I let that comment hang in the mature lesbians air for a moment, and went on. "You have a really beautiful body. You have a beautiful face. With beautiful warm expressive eyes. You lesbian teen have beautiful breasts, with big hard nipples." Her eyes widened. "I want to touch them."
She looked terrified. "We can't do that. I don't know you."
"We don't have to know each other." I coaxed. "Besides, they got hard because they lesbian girls licking want to be touched. It's something we both would like. You seem frightened, but I won't hurt you. And you won't hurt me. At lesbian teen movies least I don't think so. You're not going to hurt me are you? Have you ever hurt anyone with those?" nodding toward her breasts. She smiled, but it quickly faded as I slowly reached toward her breast.
She looked frightened again. "I shouldn't let you touch them."
"But as long as there's clothing over them, it's OK. It would just be like bumping into someone on the bus. Have you ever bumped into someone on the bus?" Saying this, I made a broad movement of my hand, gently pressing my palm against the soft tissue of her breast. She closed her eyes and leaned toward my outstretched hand. I extended a knuckle, and very gently rubbed it over her nipple, making it bounce. She gasped and her face flushed either through embarrassment or excitement. "See? You liked that. It wants to feel me touch it. Maybe there are other places that want to be touched too. Maybe we could touch each other in other places too, and it would be OK as long as we kept clothes over them. It would just be like two people bumping into each other on the bus. Let's try another kiss." And I didn't wait for her answer, but just kissed her.
Mag welcomed my kiss. She backyard lesbian orgy squirmed and pressed her breast into my palm. I was pleased to feel her tongue tentatively probing between my lips like a stranger opening a door and calling, "Anyone home?" I met her tongue with my own and our two tongues played with each other at the entrance as she moaned and breathed heavily. I was glad to see that she began caressing my chest and abdomen. I wanted her to have an active role.
At the same time, I ventured to explore her body further during an almost endless kiss. Like gentling a horse, I free lesbian sought to accustom her to my touch without spooking her. I stroked her back and neck, her arms and then her thighs. She paused for breath and looking into my eyes, pronounced, "If riding the bus was like this, I'd do it more often!"
I grinned and absorbed her beautiful face for a moment; then I said, "Touch it."
The look of fear returned and she almost recoiled. "Touch what?" she asked, swallowing.
"I think you know what." I replied. I was seated like a man, feet flat, knees spread. I'm not exceptionally well hung, but in my hardened state it was pretty obvious how to find "it" without a map. Wide eyed, she stretched her hand to my lap, and ran a finger gently up and down my straining erection. I moaned. "Mmm. That's nice."
She placed her palm on it and swept her horny lesbians hand up and down a few times with welcome pressure. "So they do this to you on the bus?" she asked, smiling crookedly.
"I guess not."
I waited while she stroked for the better part of a minute to see what she would do next. When she did not appear to be going any further, I decided I needed to be in control. "Mag," I said, "This is nice. Actually, it's hentai lesbian very nice, but we're adults." Turning up the sternness in my voice, I continued, "It's time you got out of those clothes." She just stared at me, eyes round and lips parted.
I thought to myself, "She really wants it but she lacks the courage. I think she'll do anything I ask as long as I make it more uncomfortable for her not to do it than to do it."
I sat up straight, looked her in the eye, and used my best "leadership" voice. "Take off your top," I commanded.
If I had not been looking straight into Mag's eyes, I would have missed it. She betrayed herself for the briefest instant; I don't know precisely what it was -- perhaps her pupils dilated, her eyes crinkled at the corner, her mouth gave the slightest of smirks – but I suddenly knew that this was exactly what she wanted, and she wasn't as lesbian sisters kissing shy as she let on. She liked to be told what to do and she liked teasing me, like landing a big fish on light line. But this was only evident for an instant, and then she went back into the timid innocent act. Looking fearful, she grasped the bottom hem of free lesbian video her shirt and slowly drew it up to reveal her perfect white skin and bra while watching me for approval. She tossed the shirt to the side and sat.
"Those are very nice. I'll bet they're beautiful. It's time you show them to me. Take off your bra." She started to say something protesting or reluctant, but I interrupted. "Now!" Obediently she reached behind to undo the fastener. In a moment she was holding the bra cups to her breasts with her hands. I curled my finger in a silent gesture telling her to give the bra to me. She just sat there, clutching the bra to her chest. I smiled, saying, "Give it up." She returned the smile, teasingly. I grinned and decided to try my little animal voice instead. "Come on. Let me have it." Exhaling resignedly, she passed the bra to me with two hands, smiling self consciously.
Her breasts were large and firm, with sturdy firm pink little nipples. "Those are very nice, Mag. Beautiful. It's a shame not to let people see them. I'll bet you like having me look at them too, don't you?" She nodded. "And you'd like me to touch them. Bring them over here where I can get a good look at them. Put them up to my mouth so I can taste them."
Mag rose and stepped in front me. She knelt with her knees on the couch, on either side of my thighs, scooted forward and leaned tentatively toward me so her right breast nudged my mouth. I put one hand firmly on each cheek of her womanly ass and pulled her toward me, smothering myself in that gorgeous soft mountain of tit. I buried my face in her cleavage and wrapped my head in her breasts. I licked and nipped gently at the nipples, and suckled on them. From time to time, with each particularly pleasurable manipulation she squeaked "Ooh!" I squeezed and kneaded Mag's boobs, and ran my hand up and down the back of her thighs and ass. Then my hands slid up and down the inside of her thighs where she straddled me, and made contact through the thick jean material with her pussy.
At the moment I touched her pussy she flinched and pressed forward into it. I rubbed her ineffectually through the thick stretched material as she rolled her hips unsatisfyingly against my hand without real contact with the flesh beneath.
I told her, "Hop up." She pushed herself to her feet. "Take off those pants." She reached instantly for the snap, then hesitated. I was going to have none of it. "Mag." She unsnapped the jeans and slowly unzipped them. "Get rid of them. And the panties too." Obediently Jill stripped first her jeans and then her lacy little panties. The sight before me was absolutely marvelous. She could have been a centerfold. I swallowed and, not as forcefully as I would like, I added, "Turn around." She allowed herself the briefest of smiles at her obvious effect on me, and then turned slowly so that I could appreciate her in her entirety.
"Bring the panties to me." She brought them to me, and I felt them. They were soaking. "These are wet," I cried, in mock surprise. "Why are they wet?"
She answered softly, "Because of you."
"Come closer." I said, and she shuffled toward me. When she stood mere inches from my face, I whispered, "Let's see how you taste. Spread your legs. Show me your pussy." She stood facing me where I still sat at the edge of the couch, her pussy at eye level. I was pleased to see that she had basically all the original fur, except for a bit of tasteful trimming, just the way I like it.
As exciting as this was, my earlier episode with Jill had taken care of my urgent needs, so I felt comfortable playing with Mag for a good long while, especially since I had detected that this was a game she enjoyed. First I required that she "show" me her pussy by manually spreading it. I made her dip a finger into her moist hole and present it to me to suck. It tasted luscious, and I told her so. Then I nuzzled her fur with my nose immersing myself in her animal scent. Holding tightly, almost painfully to one of her buns I once again commanded her to spread her lips. I brought my tongue to her juicy pussy and gave it a long lick. She groaned in her deep voice. I licked her again, and again, and again. She had been well-prepared because she stiffened and shuddered in orgasm and turned loose of herself as she produced a small quantity of warm natural womanly lubricant that I lapped with gusto.
I was far from done. I had to tell her repeatedly to hold her pussy lips apart for my 'inspection' because each time she would have an orgasm, she would turn loose. First I explored her love canal with a finger and then, with my finger still inside her, I explored her clitoris with my tongue drawing slow circles around it with the tip. I experimented with different pressures and speeds like a safecracker finding her combination. She was as encouraging as Jill, sometimes panting a high-pitched breathy "ahh, ahh, ahh," sometimes making low groans and sometimes saying "Yes. Oh please, yes" all leading to increasingly intense orgasms. I discovered to my delight that she loved to have her anus played with. She was the first woman I ever met who truly enjoyed hot lesbian that.
Through all of this I was becoming progressively more aware of my own increasingly urgent needs. At last, I reached a point that I lesbian pictures couldn't stand lesbian hentai waiting any longer and abruptly stopped and stood. I had to get my dick into her, and I told her so in those words. "Take my dick out." I demanded, although I'm sure I hardly needed to. She knelt before me and removed my trousers. My dick bobbed out, pointing directly at her nose. She appeared absorbed in it, the way I must have looked when I told her to undress for me. This woman had not been face to face with a real dick in a long time.
Mag obviously liked this new development. She appeared mesmerized by my penis, and caressed it gently, running her hand lightly up and down the length of it, studying its size, shape and hardness. She ran lesbian erotica her thumb up the underside as she cradled and rubbed my balls with her other hand; then she kissed a drop of precum from the tip. She looked up at me, smiling. God, this would be a wonderful blow job with her, sated, kneeling before me, but I wanted more. My thoughts were filled with the vision and smell of the moist pussy I had just left, and with the gorgeous round ass cheeks, the firm massive tits, and with what her expression would be when I stuffed my hungry dick into her pussy over and over again while her tits bounced up and down. I said, "Wait."
I asked her if she had any condoms in the house. No. And I didn't carry condoms; never had before this point in my life, and never have been without one since. I felt desperate. "What are we going to lesbian sex stories do?" I almost whined, completely out of character from the forceful commander I'd been pretending to be. Mag stood and looked at me levelly. "It's that important to you?"
"Well, I guess I could take a chance once in a rare while, like now."
"No," she said. "That's not what I meant. I meant, 'It's that important for you to stick that beauty into me?' 'Cause I'm telling you, I don't know how I could get through the day without feeling you inside me either. I don't think I could get through lesbian licking the next ten minutes." She sighed heavily. "Oh, God, I'm just pitiful. I need a man in my life. How I do need a man." She frowned a moment, then seemed to reach a decision. She looked toward the kitchen and said, "Jill?"