This story is almost fiction, and any resemblance to events, places, persons living or dead, is not coincidence. The characters are real with fictitious names and the events are factual, or almost, to tell the truth, they have been altered a little, very little. Enjoy.
¿It is really you….. mother?
This story is almost fiction, and any resemblance to events, places, persons living or dead, is not coincidence. The characters are real with fictitious names and the events are factual, or almost, to tell the truth, they have been altered a little, very little. Enjoy.
They had been banished to their rooms and late into the night, they could hear Dad arguing with Mom, repeatedly stating that she was a whore, a slut and that “This damned marriage doesn't make anymore sense at all and it is finished, you dammed dyke.” They were very afraid, were afraid of what their father could do to Mom and ached to talk to her, wandering what would happen next, if anything was going to. It happened.
Elisa, whom later in life, without her mother knowing it, would be called Sandy, then four years old, took her little brother Jonathan, aged two, in her arms and with her hands in her brother’s ears tried to protect him from the shouting, yells and uproar coming from her parents bedroom across the carpeted corridor in the second floor of their beautiful home in that ill fated evening for all of them and theirs lives,
Chapter 1: Broken lives
To that day, the Sanderson, Annabelle, née Van Cruiff aged 26, and her husband William, 31, both from very affluent families, not to say very rich families, parents of Elisa and Jonathan had been a kind of high-school sweethearts first, and when the time came and their parents thought they were ripe, both clans pushed them hard toward marriage. Both were lawyers, William working in the family business and Annabelle, normally called by everybody Anna, just out of Law College.
It was impossible that such a marriage could ever be happy or endure, because Annabelle in a very important aspect of her individuality didn’t know what she or her sexual identity was. Since the first moment of the awakening of her sexuality Annabelle had been drawn, was attracted, in a way she didn’t understand, to her own gender. Unlike what used to happen to the rest of her classmates and friends she felt an instinctive rejection of all manifestations of intimacy made by the boys, on the contrary, from her earliest years she had been attracted to her same sex, at first unconsciously, and later with horror and fear of what might happen if her family and friends should ever learn of her sensual and later sexual inclinations. She felt so different, how could she explain to her rigid catholic family about the crushes she'd get on her women teachers, and how girl's bodies really turned her on, in ways that boys simply didn't and left her cold. She couldn't imagine having sex with any one of them. So, with no knowledge or experience with men at all, she went to the hymeneal bed. It was, to her psyche a disastrous nightmare.
She was a very beautiful girl, with classic greek features, long blonde hair and a body to die for. In her early twenties she was 5 “ 6 in height, 110 pounds and carried her clothes like a top fashion model with measurements of 30—22—32 inches; her almost nubile body was flawless. She had budding apple sized breasts which were topped with pointy pink nipples, to her continuous shame and chagrin they were unusually puffy and stood out. So, it was almost a “must” that everybody, boys and girls alike, were fond of her, most boys and some of the girls lusted after her, and nobody could blame William for falling in love with her.
When Anna was nineteen years old and just beginning life as a law student at Uni, giving her first steps as an independent adult person, she met the woman who would change her life, Marie D’Aflecourt. She was french, of medium age, around forty-five, a very beautiful professor who being very femme and dressing in accordance, however had a little male mannerism, which was not mannish at all. Since the first day she took Anna under her wing, academically and in other ways, she had encouraged Anna at every turn and had helped her get an appointment as a student-teacher. It was no surprise that they'd become quite close despite the difference in their ages; as the relationship blossomed it went from teacher-alumni, to casual friends; from casual friends to intimate friends, and the next step made them lovers. For Anna becoming lovers with Marie was discovering a whole new world, for the first time in her life, caresses, kisses, and body fondling had a new meaning.
Marie was a very experienced and consummate lover, she knew that the inexperienced Anna would be like tender putty in her hands if only she played her cards right. So she was very careful in all her manifestations of empathy and friendship toward Annabelle before colleagues and students as well. Her attitude in public was always exquisitely professional. At first she took a respectful interest in Anna studies, and little by little the young woman started confiding in her professor and friend her personal troubles. It was like if a ray of light had opened the tenebrous darkness of the night. Marie learned of her pupil’s confusion in regard of her sexual tendencies and identity, her discomfort at being in intimate bodily contact with boys or young men and her preferences to be with girls and women.
One day, they'd both sat down at the table in Marie’s den and went down to study. A couple of hours later as they had covered a big part and Annabelle seemed to be back on the right track they had taken a short break for tea in between poring over the books again with Marie, and the conversation had turned from books to more mundane things when Marie skilfully turned it to sex, their preferences and experiences. At first Annabelle was upset about the personal confidences, then little by little the conversation got more fluid and hot, the words and sentences more explicit and raw, then their excited minds got the better of them and they started slowly having sex in the den’s couch seat. Neither had ever told how much they loved the other. Anna could only imagine how gorgeous Marie had been back when she was her age since she was still so beautiful now. And Marie being older and more experienced had started the erotic playing game.
“I've seen you looking at my body so I'm going to show all of it to you honey.”
Anna sat there wide eyed as the older woman started peeling off her shirt and showed her the tits in the plain white bra. She turned her back around on Anna to tease her a little more and undid the bra clasp and, holding the cups against her body, turned again around and let them drop exposing her bare breasts with the tumescent nipples to Anna’s ardent gaze.
”Oh my God! They're so lovely!” exclaimed a dazzled Anna.
”So you like them?” asked Marie cupping each one of the beautiful orbs and displaying them to her, soon to be, lover like prize little puppies. In a few moments, the nipples were fully erect and very hard as the young and innocent pupil stared at them.
”Well, aren’t you going to touch them?” exclaimed Marie.
Awkwardly Anna jumped at the chance to touch another woman for the first time.
She then proceeded to Marie’s tits and gently massaged her luscious, full breasts. Anna fingers circled, twirled and twisted the nipples with her fingers the same way she did to herself. There was a smile of pleasure and contentment on Marie's face. She seemed to be enjoying this fully, the conquest and conversion of a pure and un-soiled heart. Marie could now see excitement in the girls' eyes as she watched her pleasure.
“Now it is your turn, mon petit cochon, now you must let me see you” said the excited french university professor with croaked voice. “I’ve wanted to see your naked body since the first day I laid eyes upon you”
Then she proceeded to slowly remove Anna’s blouse and bra, jeans and panties touching feather-like her breast and inner thighs and accidentally brushing her crotch with every movement. Anna’s excitement was perceptible, as a soft and musky odor wafted up from her loins. They slowly started to fondle each other's, Anna tentatively at first but with increasing passion; Marie, expertly and knowing what she wanted. dove her head over Anna’s breasts and started licking, sucking and suckling, she couldn't contain the excitement of the day, and soon the inexpert but tender ministrations of her pupil brought her to a shuddering and earth shattering climax. Her whole body quivered. She dropped back down into the coach, her body limp.
Anna was mesmerized, she couldn’t believe or understand what had happened, she was looking to a mature woman who was unconscious because of her, and in a few moments Marie came back from wherever the “little death” had carried her.
“Oh mon cherie, merci, merci beaucoup, thanks, so many thanks, I love you so much.
Now is my turn. Come here my love ”
They both fondled their breasts and let the hands roam between their legs. Soon, moans of ecstasy could be heard, now was Anna the first to climax, her body shuddering in the throes of her orgasm, after she finished climaxing, Marie turned her around and embraced Anna possessively from behind, fondling her from neck to loins.
Marie gently kissed the back of Anna's neck, and at the same time stroked her thighs. It wasn't long before she came again, they both dropped back down into the coach, sat side by side of the other and embraced putting their hands around each other shoulders..
”Well, what do you think?” Marie asked.
“That was so great, so incredible I have no words!” said Anna
“Why don't we go upstairs have a shower, and adjourn to somewhere more comfortable?”
”Sounds like a very good idea,” said Anna “I could do with a shower!””Who gets to shower first?”
”I believe in conserving water, so I think we should shower together,” said. Marie.
”Well, you're the teacher” said Anna
Once in the shower Marie gave Anna a bar of exotic soap and asked her if she could wash her back, in the meanwhile she with another bar of soap would return the favour to Anna’s back in an erotic dance. This position made the two women rub their fronts from head to feet, tits to tits, tummy to tummy, legs to legs, clit to clit, with soap all over their bodies caressing all the folds and crannies with their hands. They were obviously enjoying themselves exploring, touching, kissing, licking, caressing backs and butt asses and it was feeling fantastic.
Anna drew her hands from the behind and started to fondle Marie breasts as her hands moved down to slowly massage Anna’s pussy who put her hands around Marie's head and slowly tongue kissed her. Marie's left hand fingers were soon probing the inside of Anna’s pussy and with the right hand reached down and started to stroke the ass, she slowly moved her fingers up the crack of Anna’s ass and tickled the rim of her butt -hole. She then inserted a finger and the cry of pleasure that escaped from Anna’s mouth made the house tremble.
They were about to make each other explode. Two beautiful women, each with a finger in the other’s pussy, and another finger in their asses. They continued to tongue kiss in such a frenzy of passion that soon were kissing and biting necks and shoulders, at the same time. They continued to finger fuck themselves; it was just a sea of hands and tongues as they caressed, kissed and finger fucked each other. It wasn't long before they came again to an explosive orgasm.
Since that first lesbian tryst Marie and Anna tried to maintain the relationship at a low level, but the experience had made Anna a little more daring, and the pleasure she got from the caresses of her lover made her reckless in their pursuit. She craved the taste of the lips and secretions of a vagina, but not any vagina, she craved Marie’s mouth in her pussy, and hers in Marie’s, Marie’s tongue fucking her asshole, and sixty nining with Marie was bliss, she craved, and craved, and craved…. a woman’s body. At that moment was Marie’s. Not any other.
After a couple years with no official boy friend, sweet heart or any date with members of the opposite gender known to Anna’s family, her parents, first insinuated and then told her with all the letters it was time to be thinking about marriage, sons and a happy life for ever after, and they had, in view she was incapable of getting it herself, the perfect candidate, her former high school friend, William Sorenson, a successful young lawyer, five years her senior, junior partner in the law firm of both families.
The first reaction of Annabelle was to say no. No, absolutely no. She was not prepared to marry because she was too young, and she was in the middle of her career. Her parents were adamant. She was the perfect age to get married and breed sons or daughters; the more the better.
Desperate she went to take refuge in Marie’s arms, and take counsel of what to do.
“I don’t want to marry, him, or any other man, I love you and would like only to marry and live with you”, said a disconsolate Anna.
Marie took her lover’s face with her hands kissing tenderly her lips, “But you must my dear, you must marry and William is the perfect choice. You know him and his family, and after your marriage we could arrange to see each other, even in your new home.
I love you so much, I’ll always be beside you and as your good friend and professor, and nobody would ever suspect we are lovers when we pass time together. Nobody suspects the friendship between two women, overall when one of them is married, and husbands… less than anybody.”
So it was done, Annabelle married William and the first night was a nightmare, when William entered her for the first time he found, to his everlasting pleasure and pride, his bride was a virgin, her hymen was intact, but it was so hard to deflower her and he so inept, that the next morning her body was a mass of pain. Nothing had prepared her to the hurt of a night of “lovemaking”. William rough body and manners, him mauling her breasts and other parts of her body had nothing to do with the experiences she had have with Marie. The honeymoon was a time of suffering and permanently regretting her decision.
The first thing Anna did after the honey-moon voyage and her return to her new home was to get in contact with Marie. Her professor couldn't help but be concerned about the abrupt change in Anna following her marriage. She told her lover how she had cried all the time, couldn't eat or sleep and as she was incapable to take a book, her studies were showing the results; it was obvious she had loss so much weight in the last month. Her beautiful blonde hair was severally tied back in a pony tail instead of flowing free as she always liked it. Her eyes were red, it was clear she had been crying again.
With that, Anna once again burst into tears. Marie quickly moved to her feet and eased the young woman to the large padded sofa on the side of the room. She let her cry on her shoulder, happy that Anna was finally letting her go. Marie’s arms, as always, comforted her and through her sobs she unburdened herself. Anna went on and on for almost an hour, revealing every hurt and emptiness within her. Marie listened patiently, caressing and assuring her that everything was going to be better.
“I'll help you ease the pain, my love” She told Anna
For some reason, it made perfect sense, this seemed a sensible solution. She simply needed to be in bed with someone, not just for sex; right now she needed something more. The friendship and caring she craved already existed between Marie and her.
Without another word, she rose and began taking off her clothes, Marie checked the door and when she turned around Anna could see the point of her hard nipples in her
“Just relax my darling love, I’ll take care of everything” Marie said in a voice just a bit husky.
By that time Anna was down to her underclothes and Marie had taken over. She kissed her mouth lightly and then worked her way down to her neck. Reaching behind her she unhooked Anna’s bra and pulled it off her shoulders, freeing her small breasts. Her hands covered them and she made little circles with her tongue around her mounds, squeezing the nipples up into her mouth. In spite of Anna's nervousness and distress, she responded quickly to Marie’s ministrations and her pussy felt delightfully moist as she moaned softly.
”See, my dear” Marie whispered as she took the other nipple into her mouth. “I told you it would all be all right now.”
Marie slid her hands inside Anna's panties and cupped her mound; her middle finger worked it way between the moist lips and was immediately covered with juices. Anna found again Marie's hands and mouth were in a very special way not only thrilling but healing as had ever been. Marie seemed to know exactly what she needed, and moaning loudly, Anna felt her body pulling desperately at the exploring fingers. Kneeling on the floor at her feet, the mature woman pulled her lover’s panties down her legs slowly. She kissed her belly, dipping her tongue into the navel and then swirled it into the fine bush beneath.
”Oh my god, you smell lovely,” She said as she inhaled deeply.
Anna's legs were weak and trembling, her nipples ached for her hands again and she thrust her pelvis toward her, with a knowing smile, the professor coaxed her thighs apart.
”I can't wait to taste you.” Marie murmured as her fingers spread the young bride nether lips. She gazed at the pink and wet opening, licking her own lips hungrily, Anna could feel her clit erect and throbbing as Marie lowered her face to her pussy, and then Marie stuck her tongue out and she barely felt it at first as the point moved up and down her opening, tasting her nectar. As Marie grew more and more excited, she drove her tongue deep inside, pulled it out again and wrapped it around the clit, again and again she repeated the process until Anna was on the brink of ecstasy and suddenly with the orgasm the skies seemed to crash down on Anna’s head.
Finally when Anna was coming down Marie brought her hands into play, stroking the clit with her thumb and teasing her anus with fingertips from her other hand. In seconds, Anna was grinding her body against her face, shuddering through her second orgasm in mere minutes. The professor brought her down as slowly as she had taken her up. When the newlywed opened her eyes, she couldn't believe what she was seeing, here was her lovely lover, still wearing a three piece suit. As usual, not a hair was out place but her face was covered with her juices.
“I think one of us is overdressed.” Anna said with a satisfied smile.
The professor returned the smile and unbuttoned her suit. Her sweater quickly joined her jacket on the floor and as she unhooked her bra, Anna was again amazed at their beauty. The heavy bra and multiple layers of clothing Marie always wore in class and at official functions concealed her 38dd chest. Kneading her breasts with both hands, she squeezed the large nipples and smiled; her hands slid downward and off came the skirt and slip. Finally only the panties remained and in a quick motion they too were gone. To Anna’s astonishment she saw, Marie’s pussy was now as bare as a teenager.
“I could touch up and produce the grey in my hair, give another colour” Marie said as she noticed Anna's gaze. “But down there it easier just to keep it bare. Besides, I've always loved the way it feels and I’ve wanted to surprise you”
Kicking the pile of clothes behind her, Marie stuck a pose before the couch Anna was still sited on. And trying to comfort and cheer her up she said:
“What do you think, eh, not bad for an old lady?”
In response, Anna rose and hugged her with all the passion she could muster, she kissed Marie, her tongue slipping past her lips as she ran her hands down the back of her body and cupped the mounds of her ass..
“I think you are beautiful.” She said as she broke the kiss. “I wish I had a body half as beautiful as yours.”
“Ok, now that we have you back on track, we'll have to spend a lot of time together to get your grades and everything, most of all your life, back up.” Marie said as she brushed Anna's long blonde hair out of the pony-tail.
“If being with you and loving and making love with you is the incentive, then I'll be getting on” Anna said beaming and smiling for the first time since her wedding,
“Well we can worry about that tomorrow, right now I think you're ready for a second lesson in women’s love”
Anna’s face expression showed she didn’t understand what Marie was talking about;
“Yes my dear, you are sore, all around your pussy and the pussy as well are red, and chaffed, and hurting, that’s the way with men, they push into you and without consideration smash any resistance they found in the way, but women are different”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, let me explain first and then I’ll show you, my love” “The ultimate in women lovemaking takes place down the body, in between our legs. It is called tribadism, and basically consists as the act of rubbing your pussy against that of another woman such that one or both achieve orgasm”
The bewildered expression on Anna’s face spoke volumes, and Marie couldn’t let escape a giggle.
“Yes my love, as you will found in a few minutes, tribadism is the most sincere and natural form of lesbian intercourse. You may have your lover rubbing your pussy with her thigh or her nipple and will get you off, but I believe true tribadism is a different sex act. Come here my love and let me show you”.
With that Marie took Anna in her arms and started caressing, fondling and kissing the newlywed. She put her on her back and slowly started kissing down her body, first the breasts, her swollen breasts, then her hard nipples; after a few minutes Marie pushed herself over her waiting lover and started to rub, first her breasts against Anna’s, then large nipples rubbing over strung nipples, more kisses, and they embraced again with whispered “I love you so much”
”Oh yes, I do too, my love” Then Marie put herself in the missionary position over Anna’s body and let her body descend slowly until flesh touched flesh, from brow to toes. And then pussy to pussy, soft tendrils of pure gold against shaved mound.
Slowly, very slowly, Marie started rubbing and meshing her cuntal lips and clitoris against Anna’s trying to provoke labial penetration or clitoral penetration. Oh, what a complete and satisfactory sexual experience. It seemed so natural, the sense of closeness and oneness, vagina to vagina, clit to clit, and the kissing during the intercourse, tongue fighting tongue, saliva dropping from Marie’s mouth to Anna’s in a complete interchange of bodily fluids.
After a few minutes of frenzied lovemaking the french professor made spread the legs to her young paramour while she kept hers together and slipped in between her lover’s thighs. In that position Marie’s pubis, which pubic bone was sufficiently pronounced, penetrated Anna’s opened labia providing more effective contact and providing maxim penetration, this position served to splay more efficiently open her lover's inner labia and keeping her open, allowing for greater penetration and greater stimulation for her..
Anna, on the bottom wrapped her legs around her lover, and bended her knees to provide a better angle of attack and maximize pussy to pussy contact. Then began a slow rhythmic humping to work the juices out and coat all of their vulvas, they were so soaked it was just a matter of getting the sticky juices out from between the slits and covering both vulvas and surrounding inner thighs. Once they were sufficiently lubricated things got really out of hand.
Anna, as her breath came in short, laboured and spasmodic shallow gasps, looking silently into her girlfriend's eyes as they fucked, held firmly to Marie’s hips and yanked her forward and back in a rapid movement so that her pussy never broke contact with Marie’s, but simply slid fore and daft along its length. The motion, along with her legs being spread, did cause her labia to open like a flower allowing her lover’s vulva to work its way inside of hers. As the arousal of both women increased, Marie’s engorged clit did actually penetrate Anna slit. And at the top of the stroke that clit was nuzzled between the bottom edge of the open vagina, then when the young woman hips slid back, Marie’s clit did slid along between her labia until her clit came mashing into hers.
As they draw closer to orgasm their motion became frenzied and Anna pulled Marie down harder against her increasing the pressure, to the point that they felt a friction burn in their pubis that just brought the orgasmic release they were looking for, a flood of her hot cum poured out and coated their meshing vulvas, immediately soothing both pussies and reducing friction, the wet sloshing sound of their meshing pussies together with the feel of hot cream flowing into Anna’s vagina did it for her and again orgasmed several times; hardly missing a beat, so did Marie, after multiple orgasms sometimes they fucked continuously for nearly an hour..
After, with Anna riding on top, they kissed passionately and maintained a slow humping rhythm, such that breasts and pussies continued to rub together. They made love like this for a half an hour or longer and experienced many more small orgasms as they did so.
That’s when Anna did feel a change in her, and maybe William did too. Maybe that was why he tried to go further than he ever had before in their sexual life, he even tried for the first time with her, cunnilingus and analingus, and she made no motion to stop him, what for ? And because she didn’t want the same things he did, she didn’t cooperate, she never knew pleasure in that acts or feeling him moving inside of her like he did, only bringing her intense dislike before he ended. Afterwards she was almost sure that was the day that she accepted completely inside her head her lesbianism, her husband could never bring her to orgasm, like Marie did, which didn’t prevent her to get pregnant twice, and she loved her children, but abhorred her husband.
A couple months later of that wondrous day with Marie, one morning at breakfast, suddenly Anna was nauseous, felt light-headed and dizzy, and her stomach was in an up-roar, it was very sudden, and she passed out. Anna was unsure of the length of time she had been out of this world. Little by little consciousness was returning but still her eyes weren’t able to focus on anything in the kitchen. When she recovered she noticed the room had filled with shadows, so it must have been several hours she were unconscious. Fear to the unknown was present in her mind as the objects around her started to became clearer, and then she noticed the white gown she was wearing was stained. by her own vomit; as her senses returned she was aware of a pain different of any kind she had suffered until now, panic seized her, and sharp abdominal pains made her wrap both arms about her waist and gasp for air as the ache took her breath away. Anna felt then the numbness in her lower abdomen, grazing carefully her hand across the un-feeling she felt a strange hardness but not additional sensitivity to her touch. She allowed her hand to travel to the center of her stomach where she felt a hard button. Her first thought was of pregnancy, and to the air she questioned, “Can it be true?” Yes, it was true.
A few months later. Anna knew from the way she walked that she waddled like a duck, her tummy looked like if she has swallowed a watermelon, and her back, oh ¡¡¡ how her back hurt. And William, William seemed to have lost any kind of interest in her, sexual or any other.
“After he has scraped, torn and ripped my insides, the no good bastard hadn’t touched me in months after I started to show my pregnancy, not that I want his attentions, if you know what I mean, but at least he could show some interest how everything is going with my pregnancy” Anna was rambling, nagging, whining and complaining, all in one, about being pregnant “and being my family staunch Catholics as they are I wasn't able to even consider an abortion”.
As she settled into Marie’s bedroom, and she drew the curtains for privacy, she started
telling her how her back was aching, and how nobody seemed to care if she was well or not. After the long tirade Marie suggested that “if you don’t mind” she could give her a back massage, to which Anna readily agreed, so she had the pregnant girl sit sideways on the bed and moved directly behind her.
Feeling Marie’s beautiful hands rubbing her shoulders Anna went in a dreamy state, and as Marie’s face got closer to her neck she could feel Marie’s hot breath, which ignited again feelings of sexual passion, Marie suggested it might feel better if she put her hands under her top which brought a little murmur and a yes from Anna.
Marie hands on her back made her wonder, not for the first time, the power the older woman had over her and the way she always turned her on, she knew she was capable of turning on Marie too, but sometimes she doubted she had the same power over her old professor; the thought disappeared as she felt Marie’s fingers creep to the sides of her breasts, and she melted back into her arms.
Feeling her hands cup her now full breasts and her index finger making little circles over her nipples, brought a little “yes” to Anna’s lips, Marie unhooked Anna’s maternal bra and lifted the top, as she kissed and licked her ear.
“Oh my darling, oh my darling love” whispered Marie as she played with Anna’s rock hard nipples, pulling and twisting them, and making her hotter than she had ever been in her entire life.
Turning her softly around a little bit, Marie looked at her face smiling before she dropped her head to Anna’s breast, licking in a little circle around the nipple before she drew it into her mouth, pulling and sucking on it while her fingers played with the other breast. As she aroused one nipple with her fingernail, Anna put her hand on the Marie’s head and with her fingers combed through her luscious hair.
Anna was getting so hot from Marie playing with her breasts that she could feel her pussy juices running down to the crack of her ass and soaking the granny cotton panties she now used, she wanted her lover to fuck her or to do anything she wanted to her, as to give her a hint of what she wanted, with some difficulty she separated her legs, and with her hand raised the hem of her maternal dress to her thighs.
Without stopping nursing on Anna’s breasts, with one hand, Marie felt the soaking wet old-fashioned panties, pushing them aside her fingers started exploring the sopping wet pussy and started to finger fuck her. She couldn't see her hand because of the big tummy but Anna could feel her lover fingers plunging in and out of her throbbing pussy, at the same time one thumb rubbed her swollen clit she tried to lift her heavy hips to match the finger rhythm. She could feel the tingle starting to build, and then it hit her like a punch from deep inside. The wonderful electric feeling of her pussy cumming. As she pressed her thighs together, Marie removed her hand and slumped to the floor, a few minutes latter kneeling in front of Anna; she lifted Anna legs to her own shoulders, and put her hands on those inner thighs.
Sniffing in the womanly scent for a minute before she lowered her head to the pussy, Anna could feel Marie’s tongue exploring delicately her folds, and as she took control of her head directing it where she wanted it; she could feel her pussy lips parted by a pair of thumbs and her inner lips were licked before the tongue plunged in deep.
Marie, once again, probing the pussy walls with her tongue and sucking on the swollen clit like a straw, knew it wouldn't be long or takes much more time before Anna came in her mouth, and she would make cumm herself with her own fingers. Her tongue was working its magic on Anna’s pussy and then it hit them both. A massive, mind blowing orgasm, which kept coming in waves. One after one, another after the other, and others after them, as they gushed sweet pussy honey, Anna’s into Marie’s mouth.
Annabelle gave birth to her first born, a daughter named Elisa Sanderson (whom later in the story became Sandy) with mixed feelings. The delivery was through out a painful labor of several hours, which by association, made her remember her wedding night, with the insides of her vagina ripped, and pain, pain and more pain. Only Marie’s presence after the child birth gave her a semblance of normalcy, the older woman and lover continuous presence made her post-partum depression less agonizing, which made her parents and husband William, even not knowing the motives, yet, grateful of her.
Two months after, Annabelle desiring the company and love of Marie, started visiting her on the afternoons with any excuse, most of the time carrying with her the little girl.
The first times the hour of suckling was due, Annabelle just opened her blouse and taking off the maternal bra put the baby’s mouth to her puffy and distended nipples.
Marie’s reaction to this display of her young lover augmented and lactating breasts was ambiguous, dual; sometimes she got very excited and knew of dampness in her labia running down to her knickers, in other moments she felt repulse with repugnance.
One of those days Marie was getting excited and very wet seeing the little girl sucking her mother’s breast, she told Anna to lay with her baby in the big bed and slowly got Anna naked taking off her clothes and then she removed her own and laid beside Anna softly kissing her. Her hands moved to the full breasts and pulled at the sensitive nipples, rolling them, as she knew how well to do.
Anna arched her back toward her lover’s talented fingers. It had been so long. They were lying side by side with the infant in between them and Marie’s hot thigh slid between hers and pressed against the wet pussy.
“You know just how to do that to me, don’t you, my hot french lover.” Anna said pulling back a little and smiling into her dark and expressive eyes.
Marie eyes sparkled. “Do what, baby-girl?” she asked mischievously, grinding her thigh skilfully against her mound. She knew full well what she meant; they had been lovers now for well over three years and they knew each body intimately - inside and out - and just how she wanted her to make love to every inch of it.
“Make love to me! Suck my nipples. Drink my milk! Suck them ¡¡¡ nowwwwww¡¡¡.” Anna pleaded. “They are so full. Little Elisa doesn’t drink all I produce. I have so much milk. I enjoy nursing her but particularly would love to have you, dear Marie, suck my breasts, take my milk from them too. Having a woman suck my breast milk is so damn wicked and sexy! ”
Marie smiled a little naughtily, then kissed Anna softly, caught her and carefully, not to hurt the baby, rolled her on top of her own hot naked body. Her large and mature breasts pressed against Anna’s, and they hugged and kissed for a long delicious moment, then Anna moved up over Marie on arms and legs, as she knew just what she wanted, she spread her legs on either side of her lover, straddled her body and slid upward a little and she felt her full, milk-heavy breasts sway as she moved. She leaned back and with both hands took Marie’s head to her breast and guided it to her nipple. The older woman kissed first one then the other nipple and sucked softly on it, pulling it with her lips, but not hard enough to make the milk flow into her waiting mouth.
Anna remembered the first time she had made love to her and sucked her breast without milk from them. Marie had gone down on her then, the first woman ever to make love to her. Now her hands cupped one breast squeezed it and her lips teased the nipple, pulling her sensuous lips around it, and then kissing the sensitive areola
She spent long minutes kissing and licking Anna large bulging areola before Anna reached down caught her breast and moved the nipple to her lips. Marie laughed softly then her hot lips surrounded Anna nipple and her tongue flicked the tip, teasing her, still not sucking. Anna moaned in frustration and her head bowed back, she wanted the older woman’s lips to suck her aching nipple, and suck it hard!
“Marie, ohhhh please my Love ¡¡! Please suck my nipple. I need you to suck it! ¡¡ ¡¡You’re killing me!! Ohhhh, suck it, suck it, you bitch! ¡” she groaned in anguish.
Then she gave a long loud sigh as the other’s soft lips pulled at her nipple and slid along it, sucking it softly. She teased it, making it harder, making it longer and firmer, but not sucking hard enough to draw any milk into her mouth. Anna’s hips thrust down against her body, her very hot and wet pussy pressing against Marie’s stomach, conveying her need.
An eternity later Marie sucked harder and Anna felt the fantastic relief as the milk flowed from her swollen breast into her lover’s hot mouth. Marie put both hands at the base of her breast, squeezed inward and pulled downward, milking the breast.
“God, how wonderful feels to have her suck and milk my tit with her hands till the milk spray out inside her sweet mouth” Anna thought.
And lowering her chest, pushed hard against the soft face; meanwhile the Maris’s lips were sucking again and again drawing the hot mother’s milk into her mouth. She knew just how to do it so sensually.
Nursing her baby-girl was erotic, her little mouth sucking gluttony, giving her pleasure, but when Marie suckled, it was a whole new feeling, a feeling of one woman making love to another.
“Oh dear, my pussy is hotter than ever and I’m feeling very wet.” Anna was thinking “She had that effect on me before and now it multiplies by eons. Soon she would empty my breasts and then we would make love. I want her hands, her lips, her tongue slipping into my pussy, driving me to a fantastic climax as I made love to her at the same time”.
Anna felt one hand leave her breast and slide sensuously down her body, over her now rounded tummy, to stroke her thighs. Marie was teasing her again while her lips sucked and her mouth made love to Anna’s swollen breast. Her lips were never still, she moved her head up and down pulling on the nipple with her white little teeth, giving fantastic sensations with her soft lips pulling, making the nipples harder and at the same time making them longer while she drew out the milk. Her hand cupped Anna’s bare mound caressing it for a while, and then moving slowly downward. Anna gasped as Marie’s long finger inched along her slit, and then, tantalizingly, pressed inward into the core of her sopping pussy. She was wet and slick from the sucking on her breasts and it slipped into the wet soft sex cave easily. Anna groaned, moaned and whimpered and threw her head back in a movement of sheer pleasure.
Marie’s finger probed gently inward and Anna felt first one, then two fingers press deep inside her. “Oh my god she’s finger fucking me, oh my, but she’s a bitch, she is twisting her wrist fucking my vaginal entrance.” Long minutes later she felt the fingers curve inside her, and she cried out as they found her g-spot and began to massage it with a touch they had developed together. Anna hunched her hips against the hand, feeling the fingers slide deeper inside her, playing over the small sensitive pad and making her feel as if she needed to pee, yet she wanted more of her touch rubbing against her clit.
Marie’s skilful fingers rubbed and stroked Anna’s pudendum, from long experience she knew just how to stroke her g-spot and. she had been surprised the first time Anna had spurted her pussy juice, something William, her husband, could never achieve, and now her fingers rubbed and stroked bringing it on again.
“Ohhhh, god, sweet Marie, mother of god, you are killing me. Your fingers are making me so damn hot. I can feel them deep inside me. Make me cum please; I want to spurt around your fingers. Suck my nipples hard, pull on them, bite them, make me cum. Ohhhh, I need YOU to make me cum. Make me cum hard! HARD”” Anna cried out. Little Elisa was asleep now in the room floor over a duvet, but she didn’t care if someone heard the screams in the next block.
Marie moved her fingers inside her lover’s vagina, stroking the g-spot again and again, her hand thrusting deep, she nipped Anna’s long erect nipples with her teeth bringing a welcome pain to them, she sucked hard and Anna could feel her milk flow into her mouth, Anna leaned to one side and put her weight on one arm and reached across and caught her other breast and squeezed and pulled hard on the nipple; she was in a orgasmic frenzy; multiple streams of hot milk spurted from her erect nipples in tiny white jets, Marie was sucking her milk for all it was worth and at the same time being hit in the face with more of it from the other breast; Anna didn’t care if she was making a mess; she needed the rough stimulation on both nipples and she squeezed and pulled hard, drawing the milk out to arc in long white streams over Marie’s face. She closed her eyes and her brain continued to spiral up and up, while Marie’s fingers stroked her insides.
Marie’s magic fingers continue playing over her g-spot and her slim hand was fisting and writhing inside Anna’s pussy setting off a massive and explosive climax. Anna screamed again and again in ecstasy as she came for umpteenth time; she was on fire with need and her hand came off her own breast to hold her body erect as she climaxed hard and explosively, head back, back arched. It was as if jolts of wonderful electricity shot through her body and a short circuit went off inside her head as she climaxed.
Finally spent, she fell atop the bed and rolled a little as they lay holding each other. They kissed and caressed and Anna slid her own hand down to find her lover’s sopping wet pussy, she slid a finger along Marie’s slit, teasing her firm clit which was swollen and pebble hard, she rubbed it gently with her slick finger. When they had recovered a little it was Anna’s time to give pleasure to her lover and she moved down and began to kiss her soft firm breasts, then sucked her nipples till they stuck out and became harder and long. She longed to suckle on them and would have liked milk flowing into her mouth, she licked the large brown areola, and pushed the breast against her mouth, went desperately from one breast to the other fondling them till they were firmer, harder with passion, her hot blood swelling them.
”Oh, if only she could suck milk from them!”
Anna kissed her way downward over the smooth satiny stomach; Marie spread her legs wide for her and she moved between them and licked her velvet thighs from her soft pubic hair to her sweet opened pussy. 69 had become one of their favourite love positions; both loved the delicious taste and scent of an excited pussy while their own pussy was being sexually stimulated. The wantonness intimacy of a 69 is beyond describing, it is so wonderfully erotic and satisfying, when it is done with a lover who cherishes and wants only to satisfy you in the most intimate of lovemaking techniques. Eating and being eaten at the same time, is one of life’s most erotic sensations, transcending all others. As many authors have written, only a woman truly knows how to make love to another woman.
Anna slid her tongue out and ran it down into Marie’s groove, spreading her wet flesh, opening her up like a flower and slipping her tongue inside her, then plunging it deep inside, her lips sucking the sweet nectar out. She pushed her tongue in and out and suddenly had an inspiration; she pulled back as Marie groaned in protest, grabbed a pillow and put it against her delectable ass and lifted her hips up so she could slip the pillow under her, but didn’t do what the other thought she would do, go back to eating her. Instead Anna wiggled upward and put her breast against Marie spread and very wet pussy. She leaned forward and put her nipple against the hot wet flesh and pushed, the nipple found the opening and she pressed downward.
“Ohhhh Marie It feels so wonderful having your hot, wet, intimate flesh around my nipple” exclaimed a driven mad Anna, pressing downward, and then pulling back slightly making her nipple fuck the pussy.
Marie smiled at her, as her hand came down and her finger found her own turgid clit and rolled it around in circles. Then she took another pillow and put it under her head so she could watch Anna who winked at her and pulled back a little, took one hand and pulled at her nipple provoking that an small streams of hot milk spurted out over Marie’s pussy. She moaned hotly her approval.
Anna pressed her nipple down against Marie’s spread flesh and then put a hand on either side of her pussy and pressed inward trapping the nipple between her pussy lips, then pulled backward and Marie’s pussy actually milked her nipple, her hot mother’s milk was flowing out against the hot gash. Anna’s own pussy pulsed, her clit throbbing at the idea of what she was doing, she opened the pussy again, pulled the labia wide open slid her nipple back between the spread lips, closed them hard around her nipple, and felt her milk flowing from her breast. Into the pussy.
Marie watched, her dark eyes glowing with lust as she witnessed Anna doing something to her she had never done, or even imagined doing; the milk flowed out her pussy running along her slit and over her delicious brown star. Anna’s long hard, ejaculating nipple became a small cock fucking her pussy, and her pouting pussy lips seemed to suck on the hard cock-like nipple.
“Oh, yes, yes fuck my pussy with your nipple and make it suck your hot milk out. Yes, yes! That is so sexy, so hot Mrs Sanderson. Fuck me, fuck my pussy. Yesss, Yesssss” moaned Marie, as her fingers became a blur against her clit.
Anna pressed her nipple down, taking it with her fingers and rubbing it around and around against the sides of her pussy, pulling at it at the same time, spurting milk into her open sex like a cock cumming. Marie screamed out her ecstasy and Anna felt the pussy sphincter contract around her nipple and then a gush of her juices spurted out over the breast as she climaxed. Her hips thrusted upward and pressed the breast down hard against her body.
Marie head was thrown back, her face distorted by passion. And Anna almost came again it was so exciting. With a long sigh, she fell backward and lay gasping for breath. Anna moved up to kiss and caress her. Their lips were covered with the juices of both of them and they sucked and licked them clean of each other faces with relish. Their hands roamed and soon they were both on fire. They turned in the rumpled bed and kissed each one way downward till their faces were buried between hot thighs, tongues and lips sucking on wet velvet flesh.
Marie pussy was delicious, a mixture of Anna milk and her own pussy juices. Anna sucked and licked with complete abandon and then they became frantic lovers, not being able to kiss or lick the other partner pussy hard or fast enough. Quickly they brought each other to a series of moaning, writhing climaxes, faces buried into steaming intimate flesh and tasting each other’s sweet juices. They both spurted out their juices to be devoured in an orgy of ecstasy.
Finally they became satiated, turned, hugged and pressed their bodies together. Their breathing became regular; and they pulled back a little, lying side by side, began to laugh. They were both a mess. Anna’s milk had spurted over her upper and lower body and their gyrations had spread it all over them. After taking a long and cosy shower Anna remembered forgotten little Alisa, who was still sleeping on the floor of the room over a duvet.
William was an un-suspecting husband, (as most of them, by the way), he never would have considered an adulterous affair of his wife, and less of all a lesbian adulterous affair. But Annabelle was in love and infatuated with her professor-lover, her married sexual life had been traumatic to her since the wedding night, and her disappearing several afternoons a week, every week, several months after child-birth, with little Elisa, and not to go to Uni either, was getting suspicious, first to her parents, who couldn’t find her home and with their comments to William.
William tried to be more careful with Annabelle the scarce moments they had sexual contact, intercourse was unsatisfactory for both of them, to Anna because she hated to be intimate with a man, and penetration was the ultimate in intimacy, and in the conjugal bed her attitude was as passive as that of a corpse; to William it was unsatisfactory because with a wife with the response of one like Anna, ¿what can a body do or say?. However, a woman to get pregnant only needs a spermatozoid getting first in the race to her womb and the egg in it, and because nature is like that, intercourse being good or bad, doesn’t matter. So it was that in one of Anna and William infrequent get together to have intercourse, nobody could call that making love, Anna got pregnant again.
It was the beginning of the end to a situation should have never started. Anna was adamant she wanted to abort, said she could not and would not suffer giving birth as she had suffered with her first born. She loved her girl very much but no more birth-giving, if William or her parents wanted a baby let anyone of them have it. But her family was staunch catholic and with the passing of the weeks she was convinced to have a caesarean, provided that she had her tubes tied at the same time.
Anna’s second pregnancy, above all the three first months, was a nightmare for everybody concerned, for her, for her husband, for her family, for Marie, friends and acquaintances. She was depressed and her bouts of depression and despair made her fearful to die in childbirth. As in her first pregnancy her only secure port of call was Marie’s house, in that place she felt herself welcome, loved, and secure and got all the sexual release she needed. Marie on the contrary was getting weary of Anna’s constant complains and demands and was waiting the best moment to end their relationship.
At seven months, Anna’s second pregnancy was a veritable carbon-copy of her first one. She was very heavy now, her back, back-bone and back-side hurt permanently and she went to Marie to get consolation and a back rubbing, or a general massage. Later she went alone letting little Elisa in charge of a baby-sitter.
Marie had let her set her own pace; she refused to be trapped by Anna’s pregnant whims. Some people, mostly her family, eventually grew impatient with her and started telling her she needed to pull herself and carry on like an adult. Marie had smiled at this advice kept her mouth shut and just gave Anna space with the attentions and emotions she demanded. For some time she allowed herself to feel some of her grief, and when her tantrums came, if they were together and alone, calmly went and sat next to Anna and talked to her through it, allowing her to give in herself to Marie's voice and caresses. Always Anna’s hyperventilating was controlled thanks to their very close relationship, and that moments were almost therapeutic.
But Marie was a little tired of being now more of a husband to Anna than a lesbian lover and decided to start changing the relationship; holding her hand and, never one to do things in half measure, she thought ”fuck the hand” and the next thing she did was hold the shuddering, sobbing, swollen frame to her chest.
“Ok baby, listen to me...we'll get through this together...just let me make love to you and stop crying...just like that…. yes baby, yes.”
She helped Anna to the bedroom and into bed, Anna was reluctant this time to show her deformed pregnant body to her lover, but Marie told her not to be shay with her at all and to get started her naked. Next was Marie’s turn to disrobe and get on the bed.
“Ok my love, today I’m going to make love to you as never before, you just let mommy do the giving, and you just let your body receive all I have for you”
Anna was in heaven, Marie still loved her, and she was going to get release from her sexual tensions. Her back was hurting, so she put herself on her side and her voluminous belly rested in the sheet giving her some comfort while awaiting Marie’s loving after her odd words.
¿What kind of new loving was it?
“Come Marie, I want to kiss you.” purred now an excited Anna as she flashed a smile.
Marie leaned over towards her. Their mouths met with little baby kisses, tips of tongue touching, and kisses escalating to achingly desperate open mouth kisses, tongues exploring mouths, the others mouth, and rubbing together mixing saliva.
Marie slowly lay in her left side on the bed to be face to face with Anna, they looked at each other profoundly in the eyes, rubbing tenderly the tip of their noses; slowly Marie started kissing down Anna’s body and sucked, chewed, and flicked each nipple. She went back and forth from full breast to full breast, having the time of her life. Anna loved it, getting aroused again after a long time; her body was on fire and was over sensitive. She supported Marie's head with her hand being careful of her big tummy. The two of them kept like this for a while. After a few minutes Marie laid her head back on the pillow, and looked at her lover; Anna was on fire as never before waiting the love promised.
Anna's arms were trapped and she couldn't get free --didn't want to, and it excited her. She could see that Marie wanted to do her something it was forceful, and it turned her on even more. Marie put herself behind Anna in the spoon position and reached around and played with Anna's pussy and clit from behind, getting her wetter than wet, with the middle finger of her other hand she took a copious glob of cream from Anna’s pussy and placed it on the rim of the pregnant woman's rectum. It was a first because Anna wasn’t partial to anal play, in fact she didn’t like it, she thought it was gross and disgusting and had never had nothing passing her asshole muscle and into her bowels, not even her own little finger. However, this time she soon cried out with pleasure. The finger tip went inside her ass a bit, and Anna, with her clit being rolled back and forth across vigorously went berserk, as the deep full finger penetration of her ass to her bowels soon made her felt an incredible orgasm. It was a first. She thought this was the new kind of love Marie was talking about. She was wrong, oh, my, she was so wrong.
She rested her head on Marie's shoulder, and Marie hugged Anna tightly circling the big belly with both arms. Then Marie went back to feeling and handling Anna's pussy and licked and nipped on her ear, meanwhile put her hand to tickle her clit. Then they kissed again with animal passion driving them, and soon, they felt the new rising tide of their lust Anna had back slipped her hand inside Marie's thighs and found her clit. They couldn’t hold back, natural feelings pulled them along, and a flood of love juices came with a huge orgasm. Moaning and crying loudly, both women were momentarily satisfied.
A few minutes later with Anna in a post-coital lassitude, Marie got out of bed and went to her cupboard to get out some toy she needed to satisfy an old and kinky craving of hers, she wanted to fuck Anna anally, and she thought this was the perfect moment to do so. It took but a few minutes strapping on her favourite toy, the dildo, she went back to bed with some lube and the big black strap on dildo obscenely swinging between her legs in sharp contrast with her fair milky skin. Anna’s eyes opened like big saucers at the strange vision
Before Anna could speak, Marie took her mouth in another hot kiss and cupped her face in her hands; it was so soft. Marie licked and kissed her way down Anna’s chin and neck to her breasts where she snatched one nipple into her mouth and suckled her; Anna could feel her nipple swelling and on the verge of popping in the warmth and wetness of her gifted mouth. Sensually then Marie drug her tongue in a long, sensual lick from the nipple, down the breast slope, through the valley and up the big belly.
Continuing her descent she spread as widely as possible Anna’s legs to accommodate her body as she slid down on the mattress, suckling and savouring the skin of her belly, then. Marie’s powerful hands cupped the backs of Anna thighs, spreading her legs wider, bending them carefully at the knees and pushing them into a v-shape as she kissed the creamy flesh of the inner thighs, slowly working down to her hot sex. Marie exhaled a deep breath of warm air directly onto the pulsing pussy and inhaled deeply of the murky scent.
“It is so beautiful.” She whispered.,
“Oh Anna, you have such a beautiful pussy.” Marie hissed. “So ripe and full of life, And so fucking wet too.”
Marie gave her a long, lavish lick with the full flat of her tongue all the way from her pussy to the sphincter and back to the hood of her clit and Anna nearly bucked off the bed as the erotic stimulation coursed like electricity all through her. With that, Marie made Anna turn a little over her belly and she dove into her, slurping, licking and sucking on her most delicate flesh. Positioning herself directly behind Anna and spreading her legs, Marie jammed a finger deep inside her and began pumping furiously at the same moment her tongue plunged deep into the crack of her ass.
Anna felt Marie's tongue press through her puckered rosebud as she was tongue-fucking her ass and at the same time she was finger-fucking her pussy.
Marie's tongue seemed to sink deeper and deeper into the bowels with every tongue stroke and her feral growls only seemed to become more wanton; Anna could barely hear them over her orgasmic screams. Finally the orgasm smashed over her like a ton of bricks and her body literally seized, her belly contracted and almost started to be in labour; her heart pounded so hard she was gasping desperately for air.
”Oh God! Oh God! Oh baby!” she moaned into the pillow.
Marie relented and let her tongue out of Anna’s ass, rimming the border a few more minutes before she extricated her head from Anna’s thighs and prepared herself to consummate her long and deepest guarded desire, the fucking of Anna’s virgin ass.
Anna was in a daze and her ass was on fire, the old feeling of touching an ass as abhorrent and gross had ceased to be to her now she had tasted the pleasures of this sexual activity.
“And now baby, let me give you a new pleasure” said Marie in a soft whisper.
She was behind Anna again, and she could feel a hard object trying to get between her buttocks. Anna tried to turn around but Marie kept her firmly down.
“Please baby relax and let mommy take care of you, I promise it wont hurt you”
As she talked she backed away from Anna a little, and the pregnant woman let herself believe that maybe Marie was done with her, until she felt the movement, and saw Marie was hand lubing the big girl-cock running the grease over it, and then she squeezed more lube into her hand, and started spreading a generous squirt around Anna ass. Anna’s breath caught at her touch, she was on fire; she had conflicting emotions. She hated her ass touched and at that moment wanted it. She wanted to go away, she was afraid to die. And she wanted that big dildo to slide inside of her.
”What are you going to do with that thing” Anna was frantic “you are not going to put that thing up my ass”, “You know how I hate penetration”.
“Shuuush, my dear, don’t be afraid, I have waited to do it for a long time”
“But why, why me, why my butt”, asked a now terrified Anna
“Because other people can have your cunt, but your ass is for me alone, that is why”
”Mommy, please don't.”
”Oh dear. I was afraid you weren't going to call me mommy again. You liked my tongue up your ass, you’ll like my boy”
Marie brought her arms around in front of Anna, where she could see them. She had a small bottle of lube in one hand, and she unscrewed the top and poured a generous helping into her other hand.
”Oh mommy please don’t, I’m afraid. very afraid, don’t do that to me”
”Please baby, please, let me lube it up, so I won't tear you apart and leave you bleeding as William did”
“No, Mommy !No!” cried Anna hysterically
Marie put one hand back on Anna’s hip, and the other on the back of her neck, pushing her over at the waist; she spread open her legs further until she had them far apart. Then what Anna dreaded, one finger slowly slid inside her to the hilt; it gradually pumped a little, then was joined by one other, and finally by a third. Anna had never felt that pressure, that painful pressure, for four years, it had been tender and passionate loving, now the rudeness of the act and Marie’s behavior was taking her breath away.
Anna bent her knees in an attempt to lighten the penetration and the pain of it, lowering her head to the pillow in order to suppress the cries she was sure the agony was going to provoke. She couldn't help herself.
“Please, mommy” But she knew perfectly well that Marie knew it meant, “Please don't.”
“I always loved you in a position like this. Puts you at just the right height I need”
Then the tip of Marie’s strap-on was pressing against Anna’s anal opening, the pressure very slowly increasing in tiny steps.
“Please what, baby girl? Please stop? You want me to stop? “
Anna loved and hated her at that moment, she was always so slow and gentle about her loving, and now?
”What it is then, baby girl?”
And as they spoke, the tip slowly, ever so slowly, pushed, Anna’s eyes widened at the pressure. The head of this fake cock was clearly much thicker than her fingers, she grunted feeling the forced compression onto her clenched sphincter, but she tried to calm and relax her tensed muscles.
It wasn't easy to get it in. The strap-on dick did not slide in like the fingers. It was more difficult than Anna had thought it would be. However, the wise older woman took her time. To her it was like a dream made true, she would push just a bit, then pause, then push again a bit harder, make a bit of progress, then pull back. It was just a matter of getting Anna’s sphincter muscles, particularly the inner one, to get used to the pressure, to relax, and to allow entry. Suddenly, the butt hole opened up and the head of Marie cocked strap-on thrust all the way in, disappearing from sight into her rectum.
”Arrrgggggnnnnnng, oh, oh, oh ay, ay” Yelled Anna, pain was excruciating. She felt so distended, so bloated, so stuffed.
“Wait, wait a second, Marie.” Marie pushed again.
”Oh my god, it HURTS” cried Anna, tears running down her face “Please stop, mammy. Please...take it off me, It HURTSSSSSSSSS.”
Anna grunted. “Oh, Marie, it hurts, it's so big in there.” Her breathing was sharp and erratic; she instinctively wanted to push it out now, like a giant baby that demanded to be released in birth-giving. It was the same sensation
Marie, spooned behind, reached over her, careful to use only the fingers of his left hand and started to stroke and fondle Anna’s clit and her pussy lips. She was happy to see that Anna was very wet. It was clear that in spite of her cries of pain and her protesting she was actually enjoying being fucked up the ass. Anna sighed when Marie’s fingers made contact with her clit..
Marie pumped her fake cock in and out, but not too rapidly, she was sensually fucking Anna’s butt in tune with her own pleasure, all the time, fondly caressing the wet, slippery lips of her cunt and massaging the hard little button of her clit. Suddenly everything changed.
Anna half closed her eyes. “Marie” she whispered, ever so quietly. “This is feeling good”
She now wondered why she was so terrified; maybe she was perhaps wrong to be so resistant, it was indeed as if she had been saving herself, her flower, her rosebud.
She reached down between her legs and tried to finger fuck Marie squeezing softly her pussy lips and, being unable because of the strap-on going in her rosebud; it was now Marie's turn to gasp. Anna fondled, tickled, and gently inserted a finger-tip in her ass rim as Marie began to stroke short rapid thrusts with her hips. She was now giving Anna’s asshole a good quick fucking, not too deep but very animalistic, like a dog mounted on its bitch lover, plunging rapidly to give and get a quick release, at the same time squeezing and rubbing her cunt with more force and pressure against the dildo.
Anna responded by trying and pushing down hard on Marie’s sphincter with her own finger trying to meet her rapid thrusts with her bottom, but recognizing that she could not keep up for the baby inside her. She then just held her butt still and let Marie fuck her big derriere with her big, manly like cock. She remained passive, giving her butt to her, but still holding tight on her sphincter with her digit so she couldn't escape. Rather than escaping Marie, now she didn't want to let her go.
”Harder, harder, deeper, deeper,” she moaned as she fingered Marie’s back hole..
“Oh yes! ¡¡ Oh god ¡! ¡¡Oh Marie! ¡ Oh mother of god¡¡ Oh yes, baby! Fuck me with that big cock! Oh yes! More baby, give me more, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
“I’m, I’m, I’m cumming, cummmming, cummmmmmmmming”, that was the reluctant Anna of before as Marie fucked her ass.
Marie’s plunges quickened in pace, lost in the sensation of Anna rectum wrapped tightly around the head of the rubber cock grasped by her sphincter and reverberating in her own clit. She wanted to cum now, wanted to release her pent up passions. And, then, she felt her legs stiffen with the inevitability sweeping through her core to her head.
She stopped thrusting and let it come, the first wave of her organs up from pussy to her nipples to her brain. In that moment she would have liked to be a man bursting out from his cock its fluid deep into her ass.
Anna felt the pulsation through her sphincter muscles, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation into her ass. She could feel the hard shaft jump with each push, she thought she could even feel humidity in her rectum, like she was getting an enema. It was wonderful; she repeatedly squeezed the strap-on with her sphincter, trying the impossible, to get milk out of the rubber cock with her ass.
Anna had convinced herself long ago that she wasn’t imagining the orgasms Marie gave her. And she definitely gave it to her; she could feel it flowing from Marie to her. It was like she had some kind of valve, and could control the intensity of whatever it was that flowed from her.
”It started very deep inside me, and slowly grew until it was everywhere, until nothing existed but her, my mind, and my orgasm” Thought Anna. “ It is as if I were in two places at once. I was falling off a cliff, accelerating as if propelled by a rocket, and yet I was completely aware of my surroundings, and of her. I felt her controlling my orgasm, turning it up in measured doses, up and down at will, I felt absolute abandon. Her eyes were speaking to me as clearly as though they were carving her thoughts in stone, but I couldn't tell what the words meant; they were in another language.”
The nest two years in the Sanderson house had been like living in a limbo for the whole family of four, Annabelle having gave birth to a little boy, the house was a place to live, but not a home, Annabelle and William were barely civil with each other and the little kids, Elisa four and Jonathan two were disquiet as if catching their parents animosity to each other; due to the social conventionalisms of her family class, partners and friends, they maintained a façade of familiar contentedness to the outside world. But the situation was ripe to explode at any moment.
Many things had changed in that house, there was no further intercourse after giving birth between the couple, they had separate bedrooms and were barely civil to each other. There was a permanent nanny for the children which let Annabelle most of the days free. What had not changed was Anna’s infatuation with the older french professor. She went to Marie’s almost every day making herself a nuisance and coaxing her to have sex permanently.
Marie was tired of the relationship and wanted out. Anna wasn’t anymore to Marie the fresh, sweet and innocent nineteen years old girl she had met at class in Uni as her pupil, she was not now the inexperienced girlie woman of four years before. She was the mother of two and hardly the pleasant sex toy and partner of sexual games she used to be not so long before. And being married and she having intercourse with a man, even her husband, however sporadic, was distasteful to her. And so Marie had searched for and found, greener pastures. Without Anna knowledge she has found a new, fresh and younger sexual plaything. Then William contacted her.
William was very busy in his law practice and thought everything home was controlled by his wife, but the day the nanny called him because the little boy has became sick, was feverish, must call the doctor and didn’t know what to do; and after asking her the whereabouts of his wife, and was told she wasn’t home and couldn’t be reached because the nanny didn’t know how to in case of an emergency, he blew up. Went home got the doctor and decided once and for all to get rid of her wife, marriage and start a new life.
William discussed with himself the opportunity to hire or no, a private investigator to follow his wife and see where she went, with whom, and eventually what was she doing, or do it himself, in order to prevent any escape of information that could shame her and his family and of course himself. After a couple weeks he decided to take the task and do it himself. He took a leave of absence and from that day on he followed his wife wherever she went; after a few days he knew without any doubt his wife only left her house to go visiting her old professor, who had been her constant companion, he had thought as a good friend, when she was in labor to give birth. He was astounded one afternoon he saw them kissing and caressing passionately when she arrived, lover like, and after waiting several hours near the house, late in the evening he saw them again parting like lovers of long standing do.
He was shattered, tore to pieces, he couldn’t believe Anna was a lesbian, but in a moment of clarity he understood with out doubt why her reluctance to marriage and sex with him.
He went home to think carefully the way to act, and how to get proof of his wife, in his mind, deviant behavior to have legal ground and silently divorce her. He started to make careful inquiries of who Marie was, her legal status in the country and at University. He did obtain information showing Marie was single, with no legal attachment and her legal situation was precarious, she was a visiting professor, with renewable contract with the University and removable the immigration visa in between other motives inappropriate behavior. With this data she went to see Marie.
Marie was, to say the less, surprised when opening her house door she saw it was William who called; when William asked to enter she moved lo the side and silently let him in.
He asked without preamble or ceremony, and she confirmed his assumptions that she and her wife were lesbian lovers.
“Yes we are” she answered.
“Well, thank you to confirm my suspicions”, “Now let see, you are in a very delicate personal situation”, “You know I have the muscle to make you loose your work here and to make cancel your visa by the immigration authorities if I propose so”
“Yes I know” responded Marie not blinking an eye. “What do you want me to do? Let your wife? Ok Done. I was tiring of her anyway, this is as good an opportunity as any other, you may keep her”.
“Wrong, no, that’s not what I want, that’s an easy way out for both of you ” told her an ice cold William.
“Then what do you want?” asked the disconcerted woman.
“I want proof, solid proof”
“Don’t understand” said a disconcerted Marie.
“I want solid proof to divorce her, then you may keep her yourself if you so wish”
“What kind of proof do you want; I don’t know what to do about”
“Well, let me explain to you”, said William. “I want to video both of you in sexual activities, Making love or whatever the hell you call it”
“I… I… I can’t do that” said her with a tremulous voice.
“Well you better can or you are history in this community and country” he was as cold as an ice block
Silence, then “Ho… ho… how do you want to do it”
“This is my plan, I want to be in your bedroom or the place you have your tryst, must be a place where I can film the scene without her being aware of my presence, you call her, make a date, and then call me, I come half an hour before, prepare every thing and when she comes you start your play and I mine (no pun intended), you must make it, hot, very, very hot. Do I make myself crystal clear? If you do as I say I won’t molest you in any way in the future, the video will serve me so you don’t get crazy ideas in the future. Do you understand my reasoning? ”
“yes” answered a subdued Marie.
And that was it, Marie called Anna with faked enthusiasm, and then called William, he arrived with everything prepared and hided in the big french wardrobe in Marie’s bedroom behind the clothes; When Anna arrived her actions did confirm William the liaison was long time. Then the video had everything two women can do in bed, kisses, caresses, licking of breasts and sucking of nipples, tasting of pussies, sixty-nine, mouth to ass, and then the grand finale, Marie fucking Annabelle in the ass with a big eight inches long and two inches in girth black strap-on, and a frenzied Anna yelling:
“More please more, deep, deeper, hard, harder please Marie make me cummm, cummmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggggggg, arrrhhhhgggggggg”
It cost William several weeks to get over and overcame his filming experience; in the meantime he prepared the documents to be filed for divorce by a lawyer friend. Then, one night, when every document was exactly as he needed them, told Anna he wanted to talk to her. He had prepared in his bedroom the video camera connected to the big TV; Anna was reluctant to enter William’s bedroom not imagining what was in it for her, maybe ¿reconciliation?
Once in the bedroom William closed the door making Anna very nervous, but her husband didn’t even look at her, he simply prepared the TV and video and let then be on stand-by.
Calmly in a soft voice “Anna I’m going to divorce you, and I want you to leave this house tonight, and don’t go near the children”
“Are you crazy, what are you talking about” replied an astounded Annabelle.
“Anna you have not a choice, this are my conditions, I have the documents ready for you to sign and I’ll file: you won’t contest the divorce, you won’t have access to the children until they are twenty one, you’ll leave this house tonight and disappear from our lives, if you don’t do what I say I’ll destroy you, do you understand?”
“NO I DON’T, WHY DON’T YOU GO FUCK YOURSELF”
“WELL YOU DAMM DYKE LOOK YOURSELF BEING FUCKED, DAMM YOU”
William pressed the play button in the video and the TV screen came to life and in it appeared a hardcore lesbian film starred by Anna and Marie.
An horrified Anna could not believe her eyes, there she was suckling Marie nipples, fast forward……Marie licking her asshole, fast forward again……she licking and eating Marie’s pussy, forwarded……she being sodomized by Marie with a big black strap-on and she asking for more, harder and deeper.
She felt the world madly spinning and the roar in her ears not permitting her hear William yelling to her with hate and loathing in his words
“This damned marriage doesn't make anymore sense at all and it is finished, you dammed dyke, you’ll never ever see the children again, you bitch, you filthy…… .”
Not ten metros away Elisa tried to protect her little brother.
So, that night a disheveled and hysteric Annabelle appeared at Marie’s door, crying and sobbing incoherently of divorce, not seeing her children anymore, and not having any other place to go, and asking for a place to pass the night, when a young almost naked woman appeared behind Marie asking what were the matter, a terrified Annabelle, couldn’t believe her eyes, Marie and another woman together, anger at Marie, anger at herself, anger at the world. The woman rolling her eyes as if to say, listen, who invited you here, why don't you go home? And she did turn around and left the house with anger and sorrow, passing out of sight in the darkness of the night.
That same night William searched the house like mad looking for and destroying every picture of Anna, not leaving even one of her, in the following days he told everybody including his children that her mother had gone away for good, leaving them to never come back. No other explanation. Some months later he sent his children to boarding-school, where he kept them, except summers, until they were of age; when packing, little Elisa, her father not knowing about, kept like a treasure a ten by eight recent picture of her mother with both of them, Jonathan and her, She was four and Jonathan two
She, like so many others, had lived through a very bad marriage after realizing she was a lesbian. With that experience at her back and her silent divorce, her broken world and life, the disappointment over Marie sordid treason and indifference, she took the meager proceeds from her divorce and disappearing tried to buy her a new life, to no avail. She went down, first were the seedy, shady bars, club rats, drunk by the end of every night but not disorderly, the, until a few months before, shy femme mom and socialite, alone now in life and the city, became easy pray to every kind of hard boiled lesbian partners; next was the rough sex, double dildoes penetration, sado, and every other perversion; she was so derelict, the abysm border was just there, and then, the end, the nothing.
One day she woke-up on a dirty bed beside a sleeping and snoring woman, in a strange bed and no less strange and dirty room, and the hang over she had was head-splitting. She went to the seedy bathroom and when peeing the pain was so intense she almost fainted, when she could get-up from the bowl took a look at herself in the lavatory mirror, she couldn’t believe her reflection; her once beautiful face looked puffy with red tinted eyes, her hair, in disarray was dirty and unkempt, her body hurt and the genital area was bleeding; she went to the room to get her clothes and fly away, in between the bed clothes she found the cause of her bleeding, a huge dildo of no less than 10 inches long smeared with blood, her blood. What had happened to her? ¿To her life? ¿To her dreams?
After a long and hard year of therapy, and detox, and a lot of hard physical work to recuperate and tone her body and mind and get out of her personal swamp, penniless, with borrowed money from parents anxious she got out their lives for good, she went west to San Francisco to try and start a new life
Chapter 2: A new life……….a new love ?
The first thing Annabelle did after arriving in San Francisco was to legalize her situation; she passed the Californian Bar to be able to practice as an attorney or lawyer in that state.; next was the intimate necessity to change legally her name as a means to effectively start a new life with the only ties with the past of those of her mind and the presence unavoidable in her memory of her small children, and next she got a new drivers license and for the first time in her life a number of the Social Security.
As a new legal identity she opted to use the second half or her original name changing the last letter, so she became Bella instead of Annabelle, and as surname she used the maiden name of her maternal granny Belle Holbeig, that way, from Annabelle Sanderson Van Cruiff she became Bella Holbeig, single. She modified her appearance, cut her long beautiful blonde hair short, cropped and dyed it a dark honey blonde; as she couldn’t change her voluptuous body she hid it from both, male and female, and started to use, when working, severe dark suited pants and jacket, tailored loose, with white starched shirts. Her beautiful face devoid of any make-up was totally ascetic, and anyway stunning.
Her first years in Frisco as a lawyer were very difficult, with little money at first, it was not easy to start a career in a hostile and competitive environment and, moreover, she was yet not hard or callous enough. She started by taking any case offered to her, most of them, those nobody else wanted to get their hands on, life wasn’t easy.
Her practice was full of cases defending women victims of domestic violence, sordid and / or squalid divorces and the fight for as fair alimonies as she could get. After several years on this path with some ups but mostly downs, the breaking point came the day she, by chance, represented in court the wife of a philandering multimillionaire nobody else wanted to stand for, due mostly to his personal influence as a chairman of a big multinational corporation and the influence of his lawyers company.
After that first winning prize, and the millionaire fees she got, her name became famous overnight. At the passing of the years, her sometimes humiliating job, the jokes about her from her colleagues in court and out, and the scarcity of money had hardened her spirit like steel, she was not callous with the pauper people, but could not tolerate the fatuous persons now surrounding her and begging her company or counseling.
She changed little of her diary life after her legal triumph and the new cases pouring money and fame her way, she kept dressing to work in stylish but somber clothing, bought a new conservative car, and got herself a new huge house with all the commodities, pool, sauna, Jacuzzi, etc, hoping against all odds that maybe, sometime, her now teenaged children, she had not forgotten, would enjoy them with her.
Sex hadn’t been a priority in former Annabelle, now Bella’s life; in fact in almost fifteen years she had been living in California she had had no more than a dozen sexual encounters, all with women, and all very unsatisfactory, so much so, she had determined to stop any physical relationship until she found a truly new love. It had probed a task almost impossible. When she stopped to think about, and not being in the dating circus, Bella discovered her tastes in women had been eventually changing, going from mature women when she was young, to thirtish when she was in the thirties, to younger women now she was about forty.
Bella’s social life was almost nil, she preferred going home after work, take a bath, listen to classic music, get dinner and read a good romantic book, maybe a little TV, mostly news, before going to sleep.
That wondrous evening, was a changing life evening, she went after work to a trendy cocktail lounge and restaurant to meet some colleagues from out State. The very dignified, very proper, very disciplined attorney at law was still completely dressed in her conservative skirt, prim and proper blouse and severe jacket with elegant taupe stockings; her three inch pumps made her trim legs look even more elegant with her feet perfectly manicured, but it was her hair, as lately, wound up in a bun letting her beautiful face and swan neck free in all her splendour.
They were having cocktails before dinner when she saw HER. The vision of the young and beautiful waitress coming towards them was like a hard blow at her sternum, dizziness exploded in her head and she began hyperventilating and started to loose consciousness. With sheer will power she got dominion of herself and with excuses to her guests she went to the powder room to get hold of herself. After a few minutes she was her usual self and she went back to the table, but the night from that moment on, to the end was a blur, she couldn’t remember afterwards anything about.
Nineteen years old Sandy was working as a waitress in a kind of pleasure job vacation, let me explain. She had not a shortage of monies; she had her own money in the bank if necessary, but after ending the scholar year at College she had decided she didn’t want to spend the summer, not again, in her father and brother’s company at the family summer house by the beach. She and her brother had been drifting apart, with the pass of time, living at different schools, junior and high, and with her father bonding with her brother Jonathan in their manly ways, she felt left out.
She has another problem; in her mind she had a foggy recollection of a traumatic night fifteen years ago, and the following disappearance, for ever, the next day, of her mother.
The only memory she had of her was the old and worn-out picture of a young and very beautiful blond woman of long and silky hair, with her brother and her. After that night, the following day in her family house there had been not even one picture of her mother left. Whenever she asked her father something about her mother he went raving mad, and little by little she stopped asking about her, and emotionally moved away from him. As affectionate her father was with her brother as cold he was with her.
Sandy name was really Elisa Sanderson, Sandy being the name given her by her school mates and players in the school soccer team where she was leader and captain. She preferred being called, and adopted, Sandy to the pompous Elisa Sanderson Van Cruiff.
Job vacationing and seeing and knowing the real world was an excuse she gave herself as she went to San Francisco. In reality she had an ulterior motive; as her mother fifteen years earlier she, at nineteen, in this liberal time and epoch, was still a virgin and not sure of her sexual identity. In truth she wasn’t inclined yet, one way or the other, but she was very curious of gay life in general and liberal San Francisco was a good place to sate her curiosity. Her father would disinherit her first and then kill her if he had known of Sandy interest in the gay world and life. Emotionally she was just in a nebulous world, as any human being is, in a word she was waiting for that special person to appear and lighten her life.
She had waited the table Bella and her guests had been drinking cocktails and dinning the night Belle felt indisposed and had not taken notice of the lady after some time later when she returned to the table; solicitously she asked her if she could be of help and the lady had thanked her and asked only for a glass of fresh water and some head painkiller.
Then Sandy took account of the lady’s beauty, she had a face clean of make-up with only a tenuous trace of lip-stick to give some colour to her beautiful face; Sandy took notice in a rapid look of her sombre and conservative although elegant and tailored clothes, while appreciating the sad and melancholic expression on her face when she though nobody was looking at her.
Sandy was mesmerized by such beautiful but sad face expression on a so successful woman and could not help thinking that something very tragic must have happened in life to her. A few minutes later she was asked for the check and the lady signed the bill letting a generous tip for her service. When they were up to departing the lady called her apart and asked softly, what was her name? She answered with a quivering voice just as softly, it was Sandy,
“Oh, thank you, mine is Bella”
From that day on Bella was on Sandy mind permanently even she didn’t know why, she felt captivated by her.
Bella, in a very unusual attitude of mind for her, could not forget Sandy and could not concentrate on her work. Her beauty or…What? she didn’t know what is was, the girl was pretty of course, in a coltish way, she was very young, maybe too young for her to try seducing if she was of a mind, and she was not so sure she wanted to start again the merry-go-round of dating. The girl had long legs, perky medium size breasts, beautiful whitish blonde hair and suddenly she realized what it was, she had fallen in love, just like that, just love at first sight like a teenager, and she was love-sick. Incredible.
It was several weeks later on a Friday; she had not been her usual self, she was irritable, she barked to her associates at work, a very unusual think for her to do, and even worse, she almost botched a case, and not a very difficult one at that. She just couldn’t wait anymore; after work, Bella decided she had to see Sandy again. She called the restaurant to reserve a table and asked if Sandy was working that night. She was. Bella went home to prepare for a night out, this time alone; something she seldom did, something very unusual for her; but, she thought, its worth doing today; she took an invigorating shower, looked at her other wardrobe, the very feminine one nobody had ever seen her using, the one she kept to herself, to see how she wanted to look that evening and to dress accordingly for. She picked a pale ivory silk shirt with a crushed grey silk skirt and matching blazer, very ladylike. Put on a matching lace bra and panty set of delicate grey tone and covered it with a soft satin chemise that went down of her garter belt and over the tops of her stockings. She sprayed a puff of her favourite perfume into the air and walked through it before putting on the skirt and blazer, and went for an un-conspicuous eye liner to mask the tired look of her eyes that reflected back to her from the vanity mirror, without make-up she put again a tenuous pale lip-stick and out she went to the restaurant Sandy worked.
The no-nonsense lawyer, the cougar of the court-rooms was nervous, very nervous, to the perspective of seeing and talking again to a young woman she scarcely knew and of course was not acquainted with. The valet took the keys to park her car, and getting inside the maitre’de took her to the table she has reserved, helped her to take sit and clasped his hands to call the service. That was one of Sandy’s tables to wait that night.
That’s when Sandy saw her again, the lady, Bella, wasn’t it? Who had bewitched her a few weeks before, and all her life came to a stand still. She could not part her eyes from her, she stirred Sandy beyond all reason since the first time she saw her come at this same restaurant a few weeks ago. Maybe it was because she looked a lot like her first real, if you could call it that, crush, one of the nuns who were a volley-ball instructor back when she was thirteen at the catholic college she was a pupil, or maybe it was because not having known her mother she had always been fond of, for the most part of her life, to older women. Whatever it was, this lady struck a chord in her. She was in her forties and more than pretty, she was beautiful, sad, but beautiful, extremely so.
Dinner developed strangely quiet, with Sandy waiting the table and permanently asking Bella if she was in need of something else; Bella subdued and tongue –tied eating like a bird, picking little bits of food at a time and taking her time with each course wanting to say something to Sandy and not knowing how to start.
¿How do you tell a girl, you have seen twice and who can be your daughter that you have fallen madly in love with her? And you are a woman. What if she felt repulsed by your words?
Sandy instinctively knew something was amiss, she could feel it in the air around Bella’s table. Bella seemed to be waiting, maybe something or someone. Maybe, her husband? She had noticed she wasn't wearing neither an engagement or wedding ring but that didn't necessarily signify she was single or not attached, after all, even if she was married, that didn’t meant she had to wear a ring. So she threw caution to the wind and nervously asked her,
“Excuse me Madame. Are you waiting someone, your husband perhaps? May I retire the service? Do you need anything else?”
Bella seemed to wake from a dream.
“What ?, eh, oh, no, no I’m not married and I’m not expecting anybody, thanks Sandy, and no, I don’t want anything else; please bring me the check, will you ?”
“ Of course Madame”
When Sandy went to get the check Bella berated herself for her stupidity and shyness. As the girl brought the voucher to sign and she was doing so, without bringing up her face she asked Sandy very softly if she could see her outside her working place. A surprised Sandy didn’t know what to say and kept her silence for a few seconds, a mortified Bella without looking up murmured
“it is okay, and excuse me if I’m out of order, I’m sorry, It wasn’t my intention to offend you”.
Sandy recovered her wits and softly answered it was all right, and gave Bella her phone number in a slip of paper telling her the next day, Saturday, was her day out.
That night Bella’s sleep was restless and full of dark dreams, and Saturday morning, instead of sleeping very late, take a leisurely breakfast in bed while reading the morning papers and planning the, doing nothing, of every Saturday, she was up and as restless as a caged animal by seven thirty a.m waiting for an appropriate hour to call Sandy.
Sandy had had a similar night albeit for different reasons, she wasn’t sure what it was, but the presence of Bella made her body tingle all over, and the single touch of her finger put goose-bumps on her skin. She was not in love with Bella, in truth she didn’t know what the meaning of, being in love, was. She had loved her dog, once she had loved her father and brother, she still loved her long lost mother, she knew that kind of love, not any other kind; so what was happening to her in the presence of Bella? The sound of the phone ringing sent a shiver thorough her body.
“Sandy?” a tremulous voice asked.
“Yes, who is it?”
“Sandy, Bella Holbeig here, how are you this morning?”
“Oh hi, fine, and you?”.
“Sandy I hope I’m not bothering you, I was wondering if you are free, could I invite you to have lunch with me? If not today, tomorrow maybe?”
“Oh, yes. I’ll be delighted, and no, no, today is fine, where do you want we met?”
“Oh Sandy how good, well if you give me your address I’ll pick you up at your convenience, let’s see, half past noon ok with you? And Sandy, it’s my treat.”
Bella was feeling like a teenager on her first date. She took a long hot bath, and for the first time in what seemed to be centuries, she produced herself. Make-up, finger and toe-nails painted, eye-liner, french perfume, the works. Then she went to dress. Sandy just took a shower, dressed in beautiful high priced jeans and a modest, but expensive, cut silk shirt, she wore no make-up, only her lips were touched with pink lip-stick, and a puff of fresh cologne; her shoulder-length ash blonde hair, done up with exquisite care, framed her pretty face in a slightly but carefully dishevelled way, making her look like a woman being stylish and comfortable. She was slim, but with the voluptuous slimness of a young woman, she was blessed with firm, ample breasts, and her jeans showed a full, well-shaped ass.
At half past noon, sharp, Bella rang the doorbell at Sandy’s condo, when she opened the door to welcome the older woman with an open smile, she was astounded, and the vision before her was breathtaking. Where was the sad, sombre, conservatively dressed executive of not so long?
It was not that Bella was elaborately dressed; she was only wearing a simple neck to knee red sheath dress which moulded her mature body and she looked absolutely stunning. A slow blushing tone of pink was cowering from head to painted toes Bella’s body at the incredulous expression of Sandy’s face.
“Something wrong with my attire, Sandy”
“Bella, my god, you are beautiful, incredible beautiful, I almost didn’t recognize you. That’s all”
Several hours later, by the lake at the park, the two women had bonded and were becoming fast friends, but the day was coming to and end. It had been a very exciting day, both had enjoyed each others company, and had confided in the other a few items of their respective lives; nothing important, mind you, but necessary to get knowing each other better. Bella was taking Sandy back home from the park:
“It was really nice just sitting there talking with you by the water, Sandy. I loved it”
”It was for me too, Bella, it has been an amazing day, Thank you.”
”You are very wise, I would say beyond your years. It’s like there is no age difference at all when we're talking the way we are right now.”
”I agree with you. It is really nice being with you and I love talking to you”
”Sandy, I need to confess something to you but I’m tongue tied, I’m afraid of what you may think of me”
”Its Ok Bella, you can tell me anything, you may trust and confide in me”
The silence in the car was deafening, both women so voluble and talkative since high noon were now, several hours later, silent, Sandy bewildered and Bella suddenly afraid of the girls reaction. Suddenly Sandy was aware of the fact that Bella’s dress had slithered up while driving and she was able to see up to the top of her stockinged legs. She was mesmerized and could not apart her gaze from the hypnotic view. For the first time in her life she felt a strange feeling between her legs, and she felt her body hot, flushed and tingling all over.
Bella, unaware of what was happening inside Sandy’s mind and body, and also unaware of the cause, the motive, was trying to break the dense silence and trying to get her mouth speaking the words of her confession. Not hearing even Sandy’s breath beside her, in a confused estate of mind Bella turned her face to look at Sandy and saw her looking down with a rapturous expression on her face, not knowing the cause of such expression, she followed Sandy’s look to see her own naked legs fully displayed, for the first time in eons she felt a moistening from excitement in her panties.
They arrived at Sandy’s condo and with the car idling they turned their faces toward each other:
”Sandy I wanted…….”
“Bella I’m so, so…” both had started at the same time.
”Sorry to interrupt you, keep…” again both at the same time.
Bella put her hand forward in a stopping way,
“Sorry my dear, what do you want to say “
“You were going to tell me something and I don’t think a car with its motor idling in the street is the best place to talk, won’t you come inside so we can talk with a cup of tea in our hands?” proposed Sandy
Bella was surprised and elated, “…yes my dear I think it is a wonderful idea”
A few minutes later, both sited, nursing a cup of tea in their hands were in silence, Sandy waiting Bella’s words, Bella wanting to talk and not knowing how to start.
“Ok. Sandy, please don’t think the less of me after you hear what I have to tell you”
”Don’t worry Bella, be assured I wont”
”Well, here we go. Sandy I’m a lesbian”
No Ohhhhs, no ahhhhhs, in fact no exclamation revealing shock or revulsion, just a respectful and loving interest.
”You mean you love women, is that right? Are you attached? I mean have you problems with your lady lover and that is why you are always so sad? ”
”Yes I like women, and no I don’t have a lover, I haven’t in a long, long time, several years back for a fact, that’s a story that if you are disposed to hear I’ll tell you someday, Is another thing I must tell you, and it is driving me crazy, because I fear what your reaction will be”
“You said to me a few minutes ago I am very mature and… I quote you …. It’s like there is no age difference at all when we're talking, If that is so, then won’t you tell me what’s in your mind”
Bella put her tea-cup in the small table at her side and wringing her hands looked Sandy’s eyes and……
“Sandy, I’m a lesbian, and I have fallen madly in love with you, I love you so much it hurts, please don’t say anything now, I don’t pretend you to be in love with me, but at least let’s be friends “.
“Bella, yes, we are friends, good friends, and I’m very fond of you. I don’t love you, yet, I need time to think and understand everything has happened today. It is right with you?”
“Yes my love take all the time you need, and decide with your heart”
They talked about the day, the beauty of the park and lake, and then Bella said good bye and took her leave from Sandy’s home.
The next several weeks Sandy and Bella, Bella and Sandy phoned the other everyday, the conversations getting more and more intimate from one day to the other, opening to the other about what pleased or displeased them. As the days went on Bella got even crazier about Sandy, she loved her, lusted about her, and wanted her in her bed. And to her amazement she started, for the first time in her life, at forty one years old, to have wet dreams and to masturbate with thoughts of a young woman she hadn’t even saw naked.
Bella was continuously in Sandy’s mind. She didn’t consider herself a lesbian, she liked only Bella, other women let her cold, she was attracted to the older woman in a way she didn’t understand, nothing similar had ever occurred to her, not with men, boys, girls or women. She thought she was in love with Bella and that had nothing to do at all with gender, at that moment.
It was irremediable, again one Friday, Bella took the initiative and asked Sandy to enjoy the week-end with her at her house, as her guest of course, and if she was available she was most welcome. Bella knew Sandy’s summer vacation was at and end and her plans were to go back to college in the east and finish her education. Sandy answer was a euphoric yessssssssssss. Without knowing it, one of Bella’s most cherished dreams was going to be made true, one of her children was going to enjoy her house and the pool, sauna, Jacuzzi and the other commodities.
Sandy was so excited to be going to spend the week-end with Bella she could not wait; she was restless looking her wrist- watch every few minutes, she put on her usual informal attire of jeans and cowboy boots with a chequered shirt. Finally Bella arrived in time, as usual, and everything was perfect again to Sandy. She took her small flight bag with the few necessary things for a week-end, a change of lingerie, bikini, and few personal things more and went to Bella’s car and sat on the passenger side with a big and contagious smile. Bella then pulled away from the curb and started the drive to her house.
“Good evening, my love, ready to enjoy a sunny week-end by the pool side”
“Oh Bella I’m so happy and excited. I love being with you. I’ve waited for ever to go with you and……”
“Me too my love, I thank the fairies for meeting you and now get the chance of knowing directly more of you, and in an undertone, if possible in the biblical sense””
The rest of the ride was uneventful, except for a little small talk, Bella said very little. Sandy's demeanor was obviously quite ebullient and masked her nervousness, so Bella decided to give her some time to relax; when they got to the house, Bella parked the car and brought in the bag. After a while Sandy went to freshen up. There was something so beautiful, so thrilling, about having with her a fresh, lovely, nineteen-year old young woman even if it was for a short stay in her house. She loved her lightness and brightness, the vitality and feminine presence she brought with her.
Bella’s house; was a beautiful, spacious home on a secluded, wooded lot near the beach. At forty one and financially secure, she tried to enjoy a quiet life, after so many years of sacrifice and hard labor. Now, however, to Bella it was the end of the week, and in other aspect it could be the end of a long searching journey, time to relax and let the hair down, meaning, trying to forget work and drink a glass of wine leisurely in the company of her new found love. But a doubt marred in part the happiness of the moment. She was in love with Sandy with all her heart, ¿ Did Sandy love her?
Later that evening, under a deep dark blue sky full of stars, and after a romantic dinner in the patio, compounded of cold meats and salad and a very good, very cold white chardonnay, both a little tipsy, Bella asked Sandy if she wanted to dance, the astonished young woman only nodded her fuzzy head assenting and Bella put on some romantic slow music, then she walked slowly up to Sandy, whom she had been lavishing with affection for weeks, and tenderly taking the girl into her arms she began slow-dancing with her, both of them looking profoundly into the others eyes.
Delicious, forbidden excitement coursed through Sandy’s body; as a young woman just learning about sex, she had never thought being in Bella’s arms could feel this way. Sex, shrouded always in shame and hushed whispers was never discussed back in her father or grand-parents home, not to mention the nunnery where sex was a heinous sin, When ……she had explored herself, her desires had always been drowned out by that other voice, the voice of her subconscious, the voice instilled in her by the nuns. Sinner, sinner, sinner.
“You're so pretty,” Bella breathed against Sandy's silky-smooth neck as she gently rocked together with her as the music surrounded them.
Bella’s hands gently stroked the girl, as though she were a little girl in need of the calming hands of her mother. She pulled her close and let her face come into contact with Sandy’s; cheek-to-cheek she could feel the younger woman trembling in her arms and a little soft cry of pleasure escaped the beautiful teenager lips.
Bella proposed Sandy go up to the house terrace and letting the sound of music flowing, she took Sandy’ hands and pulled her to a tiny elevator. Opening the door Bella flipped open the top button of Sandy shirt as she backed her toward the little car. And as she nudged her inside the car she said
“I love this job”, then brought her mouth down to Sandy’s.
And she is good at it, Sandy though, as the older woman hands got busy with her clothes and her pulse jumped to a gallop as she felt the kiss take her under, and was already sunk deep when the elevator doors reopened and her shirt hit the floor. As the cool air whisked over her naked skin; her eyes blinked open.
Bella backed her toward the roof terrace where the glass dome was open to let the night air in.
Then the expert mouth took hers again, and she could feel her brain dissolving, void of any thought, registering only the sensual passion of that mouth.
“We had a walk outside, dinner under the stars” Bella pressed Sandy back into the stone rail. “We’ll consider this a hat trick”.
This night was about kindness, tenderness and subtle caresses of love; this was a night of full conquest.
With a laugh she flipped open Sandy’s bra -–the simple white cotton she preferred and that in the future will never fail to allure her—and toyed with a cameo she wore on a chain and for a moment she thought she remembered it.
“Now I feel I should come up with something very clever to say about your puck, but everything that occurs to me sounds very crude”
Bella skimmed her hands over Sandy’s breasts; small and firm with, in-between, the cameo she was sure had seen sometime before but couldn’t remember where or when. She felt the thumping of Sandy’s heart under the soft and smooth skin, and the warmth of the girl spread under her hands. However clear her eyes, however much humour in then, Bella knew she was as aroused as her. Then she turned her, eased her down on the edge of a wide, padded chaise.
”Boots” she said, and lifted one of her feet. Sandy leaned bask on her elbows, watching as the mature woman stood in front of her pulling off, first one boot then the other.
Bella's hands moved to her breasts and massaged them gently, then still staring into Sandy's blue eyes, Bella moved her hands over Sandy's belly, caressing her hot skin and drawing gasps from the willingly young woman beneath her.
“That feels really good…..” Sandy mumbled.
Bella straddled Sandy and for the briefest of moments, she pressed herself into Sandy's mound, drawing a gasp from her mouth, before slipping over to her other side. Sandy opened her mouth to object when Bella slithered down next to her and covered her mouth with her own, effectively smothering any objections. The reason for the shift became clear when Bella started moving her left hand slowly down Sandy's brown stomach to the top of her jeans.
”Left-handed, huh?” Sandy smiled up at her.
The only answer she got was a quick “Uh-huh...” before the hand busied itself undoing the jean top button then yanking at the side so that the other buttons all popped open. Still looking Sandy in the eyes, Bella slid her hand underneath the cotton of Sandy's panties, hesitated slightly when her hand came into contact with the small patch of soft fuzz she found there, and then slid her hand over the mound, cupping her sex. Sandy breathed heavily, then feeling a strong desire to watch that beautiful hand with its long, slim fingers, she finally broke eye contact with Bella and gazed down, transfixed by the sight of Bella's hand tucked into her jeans, under her panties. Everything started to take on a slightly surreal quality for Sandy.
Almost imperceptibly, Bella's hand began to caress, her fingers slowly opening her labia, then the index finger dipped, finding the top of Sandy's vulva and making her way down between the swollen cuntal lips; Sandy gasped loudly, her breath starting to get rough. So slowly were Bella’s fingers touching Sandy vagina she thought she might be imagining it, the finger made inexorable progress down, down, down until... Bella's eyes widened.
Sandy smiling sheepishly commented, “I think I may be a little wet...”
The statement moved Bella like nothing ever had and was suddenly caught between two emotions, she wanted to smile and at the same time she wanted to cry, both from happiness. But before anything could be said, Bella took Sandy’s mouth in another hot sensuous kiss as she cupped her face in her hands; it was so soft, Bella slowly licked and kissed her way down Sandy’s chin and neck them to the breasts where she snatched the right nipple into her mouth. Sandy sucked in a deep, hissing gasp as Bella suckled her for the first time, the first time anyone had; her head was spinning and spinning madly, she could feel her nipple distending and on the verge of popping in the warmth and wetness of Bella’s gifted mouth.
Sensually Bella moulded the left breast with her left hand as she pleasured the right with her mouth, then she drug her tongue in a long sensual lick from the right nipple, down the slope, through the valley and up the left where she sucked the other nipple just as hungrily as she had the first, while changing hands the right went to the right breast to twist and twirl the nipple.
Continuing her descent, licking and nibbling down Sandy’s body, she found herself stopped by the last vestiges of Sandy’s clothes, her opened jeans and the modest white cotton panties, looking up to Sandy’s face and pulling her by the hand she told her:
“Ok baby, stand up, we have to remove something that stop me in the way to paradise”
In her knees Bella teasingly pulled down, first Sandy’s jeans and then the panties, something delicious wafted up to her nostrils that made her lust go mad with frenzy. When she looked up, she suppressed a gasp when she saw the patch of soft silky blond almost white pubic hair. Her salivary glands started working overtime.
Once again down in the wide padded chaise, Sandy, at Bella’s request lifted her widely spread legs to accommodate Bella’s still fully clothed body as she slid down on the mattress, suckling and savouring the skin of her belly. Those beautiful hands cupped the backs of her thighs, spreading the legs wider, bending them at the knees and pushing them into a v-shape as she kissed the creamy flesh of the inner thighs, Bella slowly worked down Sandy body to her sex and exhaled a deep breath of warm air directly onto the pulsing sex and then inhaled deeply of her exotic scent..
Her hand moved down once more over Sandy’s tummy, rubbing it with loving care, the girl moaned again when she felt the soft caress on her blonde fur and Bella said as she touched the wetness, already seeping out of her vagina:
”I love you so much, baby” and immediately Bella’s finger entered her.
Sandy could hardly keep still when Bella penetrated her with her finger. All her pent up and suppressed emotions exploded when Bella's finger began to move in a fucking motion inside her slippery channel; it was a first time for her and she lost control of her body, her knees coming down as her vagina squirted a stream of her juices onto Bella’s hand.
”Oh god, oh god, oh mother …of god” she groaned in complete submission.
Bella’s hand held her firmly by her waist and with her finger still inside her; she slid down her body. Pulling out, she laid Sandy completely down on her back over the chaise-long and lifted Sandy's legs onto her shoulders. She then spread her legs wide open again and her mouth descended onto her mound intoxicated by the sweet odour of Sandy’s secretions, she kissed her opened cuntal lips like the lips of her mouth. She made love to the softness of her vaginal lips, occasionally taking her clitoris between her lips, suckling and nipping it as she inserted her tongue deep inside her.
Sandy bit her lips, and was unable to contain herself as waves of multiple orgasms coursed through her body,
“Yessssssssssss, Yyyyeesssssssssssss, more please more, Oh Bella, Bella, Bella I loooove you” and tears of pleasure run down her cheeks.
Quivering in need and desire, she moaned out, “Fuck me....please, please, please fuck me.”
Bella, unable to stop suckling and fingering Sandy’s clitoris and cunt, inserted a second finger in the tight pussy and pistoned them faster making her ejaculate more and more squirts upon her wondrous ravishment of her womanly opening.
Tired, Sandy let her head fall down on the cushions and Bella slithered to the floor, the stars having witnessed the hot and amorous scene through the crystal dome of the terrace. Bella pulled herself up and lay next to Sandy, holding her in her arms as the two lovers lay in post-orgasmic bliss. Content, but tired, they drifted off to sleep.
Later in the night both women awoke from the deep sleep in which they had fallen after their long lovemaking session. First Bella, the discomfort of her position on the floor had cramped her muscles; after, she shook Sandy slightly and whispered her to wake.
“What….what happens?” asked a disconcerted and half sleepy Sandy.
“Nothing my love lets go to bed”
And with that Bella took the naked girl by the hand and carried her to her bedroom, where, after getting herself naked laid down on the bed with Sandy where she took her in her arms in the spoon position. When Bella woke the nest morning, she was in bed with Sandy lying next to her; for a brief moment she thought if she was at home and if everything that had happened with Sandy had been an erotic dream. After letting her head clear for a few minutes, she full realized she was in her house lying in her main bedroom, with her dearest love at her side.
Bella got out of bed and padded quietly her way to the bathroom to relieve her bladder and freshen up, she was naked, but managed to find a nightdress to slip on before she headed off to the bathroom. Sandy was still asleep. After having made her natural morning ritual, she brushed her teeth and combed her hair and then she heard her come up behind her.
Sandy saw with astonishment in the morning light that Bella was almost completely naked, her beautiful naked body was half covered with a transparent, skimpy garment, she was mature and stylish at the same time with turgid and full breasts, pointed nipples and long legs, that turned her on, and discovered with surprise that her pubic hair was a light blonde color, so much like her own, and made it clear that the color of her head hair was not natural. Sandy pulled Bella into her arms and gave her a kiss on the cheek. It was only then that she realized she too was still naked.
“Morning my dear, sleep well”
“Oh yes Bella, I slept divinely, and last night was incredible…,…but I’m deeply in debt with you”
“How so, baby, who says you owe me anything “
“Well, I do, last night you gave me all your love and passion, I didn’t give you anything at all”. Sandy said.
“You are wrong again my dear, last night was all about you, not me, and I got lots out of you, we make love with out brain, our feelings and sensations are in the brain, and I did enjoy fully making love to you”.
”Really?”, asked Sandy softly. “That sounds so nice.”
“Yes baby, that’s what I think, now, first lets go and get some breakfast, then if you are of a mind we can adjourn to the bedroom again and talk about has happened last night”
They wore a couple of robes and went to prepare a hearty breakfast; while they ate they talked at length about what had happened the night before. Sandy argued that she was in debt with Bella, while the latter said no, but if she wanted to make love to her she would not be opposed. Bella was afraid that in the light of day Sandy saw the things differently and that touching intimately another woman's body would be repugnant to her, one thing is to receive pleasure and another one to give it. After breakfast they returned to the bedroom
“Well my love what do you want do today?” asked a suddenly timorous Bella.
Sandy looked her directly in the eyes “I want to make love to you, now, unless you don’t want me to”.
“Are you sure my love, you have no obligation”
“I know, but I want to”
“What do you want to do, what do I do”
“You do nothing, just let me love you, I would like to caress and suck your tits”
“Would you like to do that to me, honey? Do you want me to be your Mommy? ”
Bella didn’t know what made her said that, what subconscious feelings made her offer up Sandy to be her mommy. Was Sandy a substitute of her long lost daughter? But daughters and mothers weren’t lovers, were they. They don’t have sex. They don’t make love. Was she sick? Was she so lonely?, so needy of company and love
They lay down on the bed and Bella gently lifted the girl's head and opened her robe just enough to reveal her creamy round breast, her nipple standing nicely at attention. She cupped it and offered it to the girl in bed with her. When Sandy just stared, transfixed, at her nipple, Bella took her other hand and put it behind Sandy's head and guided the girl to her breast.
With an adorable cry of pleasure and surrender, Sandy took Bella’s nipple into her mouth and began sucking on it. Bella gasped with pleasure and tilted her head back, her head falling against the pillow that was propped behind her back.
“Oh yesss,” she purred in ecstasy. “Oh yesss, Sandy, my baby girl, suck Mommy's sweet breast. You're such a good girl, such a perfect girl, ohhhh yessssssssssss.” She didn’t know how close she was to the truth
Sandy's cheeks hollowed as she sucked hungrily at the older woman’s breast. She was making little sounds of helpless pleasure.
“Does that feel good, honey, do you like doing it to me ?”
Sandy simply moaned and whimpered her total pleasure and kept sucking.
Bella laughed gently and told Sandy,”Don't forget the other one, my dear...go ahead, sweetheart, open my robe and get what you want.”
Sandy got up, took off her robe and then could hardly undress Bella fast enough, she was so eager to suckle the other breast
“God Bella, you have the most incredible breasts, Jesus, god how would I give anything to have breasts like yours”
“Well thank you honey I appreciate the compliment but from what I have seen of you naked and or in a bathing suit you have great breasts so I'm not sure you need to give anything”.
“Oh, Sandy you're making me feel sooo good. So…so… sooooo good!”
As she was suckled, Bella could feel the familiar feelings welling up between her legs and even though she tried not to move she was squirming just a bit and Sandy noticed it.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes honey I'm fine... it's... it's just that... well not having sex in a long time and the feeling of your mouth suckling is... is... it’s wonderful, and well it excites me, that's all.”
“You don’t know how I love getting you all excited”
Soon Bella found she had to relief herself as Sandy suckled her nipples. Sandy felt Bella’s hand going down to her vagina and she stopped the hand and her fingers went flying to Bella’s pussy; Sandy fingers were brushing up against, caressing and fondling Bella’s labia and clitoris and it felt absolutely wonderful; She was pulling the labia out and Bella knew Sandy could see how wet she was and she could smell her own sexual arousal wafting up from between her legs. Bella was lying there with her eyes closed enjoying her vulva being touched when she felt fingers, first one, and then another slide up in between her labia and barely touched her clit, her eyes flew open and she looked down at Sandy's smiling face.
“Do you want me to stop?” Sandy asked.
Bella shook her head no and didn't care what she did to her as long as she made her cum. She felt Sandy’s fingers slide inside her and when she started rubbing on her 'G' spot Bella lifted her hips to meet her thrusts and just let herself go.
“Oh God, Sandy that... that feels so damned good.”
Her whole body was feeling like it was on fire, a fire of lust.
“I... I... didn't remember being with a woman could feel this way.”
Sandy had three fingers inside her now and was busy thrusting them in and out of Bella’s pussy who then felt the tongue on her clit. Her whole body shook and she shoved her pussy forward into Sandy’s face and grabbed her hair and held her head tightly against her as she came in a seizure of pleasure and madness.
“Oh Sandy, yessssssssssss. Oh god yeasssss!! Fuck me! ¡ Fuck me, fuck, I've... never... never had an orgasm as good as that.””
Sandy loved Bella orgasming beneath her as she suckled her clit and finger fucked her cunt. It was so beautiful, to be nursing a loving woman clit who was having an orgasm. Sandy was delirious with pleasure
After that –one- big and explosive orgasm Bella pulled Sandy up towards her until she could kiss her face and taste herself on the young woman lips. Their tongues entangled in her mouth and she ran her fingers through the blonde almost white hair, so like hers before her estrangement and exile, then pulled back a little, kissed her cheek and thanked her.
“Thank you honey, this has been wonderful.”
Sandy kissed her back and this time she took the initiative and her tongue slipped inside Bella’s mouth and she was in seventh heaven. Sandy started kissing her again and caressing her all over her body; moving down, she began licking and sucking Bella's breasts whose nipples were extremely sensitive and it wasn't long before she was moaning her pleasure at Sandy's action.
As she continued making love to Bella's tits, she slid her hand down between Bella's legs and began running her fingers up and down Bella's pussy. Finally, Sandy moved down on the bed and spread Bella's legs apart and knelt between her legs. Lowering her face, she began to smell and to lick up and down Bella’s cunt.
”Oh God yes, your tongue feels so great on my pussy. Lick it baby, yes, just like that,” Bella moaned.
”Mmmmmm, your cunt tastes so good honey” Sandy said and went back to licking her and tongue fucking her cunt.
Then, without warning and without knowing what drove her, Sandy slid a finger, wet with the juices from Bella’s vagina, down Bella’s perineum to her ass, and gently started caressing the rim and pushing the finger tip up her clenched asshole, then her tongue followed the same path and licked and rimmed the tight muscle of the ass.
” oh shit, Yes, right there, yes, suck my ass baby, suck it hard.”
”Cum for me baby, cum and feed me your pussy juices.”
All at once, Bella grabbed a handful of the covers. “Yes, just like that. Right there. Oh god, oh my goddess, shit, I'm cumming…I’m Cumming” she screamed as tears of joy and gratitude went streaming down her cheeks.
As she kept cumming, Sandy gently went back and licked her pussy letting Bella come down gently from her orgasm.
“Why did you that to me, I mean going down me in my…..” asked bewildered Bella
“I don’t know, didn’t you liked it?” asked a confused Sandy
“Oh yes my love, only it’s not usual for a first timer to do that, because you are a first timer, aren’t you? “said a happy and chirpy Bella knowing Sandy was a virgin.
Bella went to the bathroom to freshen up and let her heart take back its normal rhythm while Sandy waited her on the bed not knowing what to do of Bella’s last words. Bella finally came back and naked climbed in the bed with Sandy and the young woman immediately took her in her arms. Bella needing first to talk to her and explain some of her compulsions, sexual habits, and needs took carefully her arms away .from her.
“Please baby let me tell you something, I need to”
Not understanding Sandy nodded her head.
“As a to turn-on, probably my biggest thing is that the other gal needs to be very feminine, as I am. I like to wear sexy and frilly lingerie and soft clear feminine clothes.
You have known me wearing dark and somber executive tailored pants and jacquet, however I’m not butch. Butch dykes are just a big turn-off to me. I kind of hate that they need to appear or act more masculine than men. Still, I have to confess that one of my greatest desires is to, some time, use a strap-on and fuck my partner senseless”
Sandy was speechless, looking her with wide opened eyes, this was a Bella she didn’t recognize for the solicitous, loving mature woman that had made sensual, yet very tender, love to her and she had loved so much, What tragic incident had destroyed her life?
“Let me follow my dear, I haven’t yet, but when the right gal comes along, I will like for my girlfriend to let me do her, though, I have an aversion to vibrators and dildoes. They just seem too quick and too impersonal. I just love the thought of cuddling, kissing, stroking and the penetration of my partner and, especially, seeing her orgasm thanks to my loving.”
The silence following Bella’s words was deafening. Sandy didn’t know what to think, or to say, what to make of Bella words. Bella’s acute intelligence made her realize that she had been to much hasty confessing Sandy some of her inner demons or the reason she felt that way. She was very young and inexperienced as it was to understand her, or to carry harmful experiences that were not hers. Bella became concerned about the impact her confessional words could have on her relationship with the young woman she so loved, and tried to assure her.
“Don’t worry my love, I’m not going to do you anything you are not prepared or want to do, you know I love you too much”.
None the less, from then on, something very tenuous, very delicate was broken, Sandy’s confidence. The rest of their day wasn’t the same; it was as if a cold, very cold air current had freezed a hot relationship. The weekend was lost, the two women barely talked each other during the afternoon and early evening, and when they did the conversation was strained and almost monosyllabic; at last Sandy asked Bella to take her to her condo adducing she had things to do , a hot, lustful saturday night of loving was in the past. Bella complied in silence.
The summer was coming to and end, just a few more days to go, and Sandy was irresolute, she had fallen in love with Bella, but the last days of their relationship had been very strained, and anyway before meeting her, she had plans to go back East and finish her College studies, and couldn’t have imagined the complete turnover of her sentimental, not to say sexual, life. Bella had tried, not being, nor seeming imposing in anyway to convince Sandy to stay with her, living with her and going to a good California college she would pay. At the end with Bella’s desolate acquiescence she had decided go back to her former college.
Following Sandy’s departure, Bella realized she knew nothing of her lover past or of her family and did not even know where she came from. The ardor and passion she had felt for her had made Bella think that their unity was forever she had never tried to coax her to talk about her origin, family or city from where she came, she didn’t even know where she had gone to finish her studies, which college to go or to call if one day in the near future, today, she wanted to contact her; she had no information at all that could help find her. Then she thought maybe it was for the best, Sandy’s best.
“She is too young for me and then suffering would come my way”,
And Bella didn’t want to suffer anymore by love. She didn’t want more disappointments, she didn’t want more betrayals, and she didn’t want more sufferance. She would return at what had been her normal life before this love interlude. And she would try to forget about Sandy, her youth, her overwhelming love-making, the pleasure she had again received and had had forgotten, the love she was feeling right now and was consuming her.
“Good bye my love, I wish you a good trip my love, and for you to be happy in your life.”
Bella’s tears would come later. When and where nobody could see her.
Chapter 3: Together again….. Until death part us.
Bella knew now, with the passage of time, several weeks later, more than a month and with lack of news from Sandy, that the moment elected had not been the best to confess her sexual pulsing, or the deep cravings she had; surely she had frightened her, and perhaps that was one of the principal reasons that had tipped the scales for her to return to the East and her former life. Those dark feelings that had now surfaced in her mind had rooted and were the psychological consequence of the anal abuse her former teacher, Marie, had exercised over her when she was very young and innocent girl, only nineteen years old; plus, it has also to be of account all the memories hidden deep within her soul of the abuse she had suffered at the hands of so many butch dyke lesbians, she being so femme, in that fateful year of her almost total breakdown, degradation and the destruction of her personality, from which she had gotten away with so much sacrifice. In Bella’s mind Sandy had forgotten her.
That was not so in Sandy’ mind, she hadn’t forgotten Bella at all, on the contrary every day, every new experience made her long for Bella, her presence, her love, her company, the way she talked to her, like equals, the long silences holding hands and looking with love in each other eyes. She remembered Bella’s soul confession in confidence, how had she confided in her, in her understanding, in her maturity. And she? Was she mature enough to understand? Not that day. Perhaps now she would be able.
Back in College Sandy had experienced her first amorous liaison with a man, a Senior, the young man had been very pushing until she gave him her yes; she was determined to have intercourse and get to know what sex with a man was like, but to her, his loving was disappointing, a disaster, he was inexperienced, rough, and had mauled her body believing he was making love, after a few minutes of this hard preliminaries he had penetrated her, she wasn’t even wet, less than less lubricated, his penis had entered her vagina as an ice-breaker ship in the artic, breaking everything. The aftermath was callous; he took out his penis, said it had been wonderful, and got dressed and left. After a time, thinking it had been her fault, she accepted a second session of, they called it, lovemaking, with another student that resulted in an outcome as disastrous as with her first. If that was simile to marriage bliss, she was out. Bella was incomparable.
So at the end of the term Sandy decided go back to California and Bella, she was going to start and make work a new life with her love, she went to the rectory and asked for her grades to be legalized and asked for a transfer to the California University in San Francisco. It was the fifteen of december and she let her dorm, cleaned everything, and put in storage to dispose later, whatever thing she wasn’t carrying to her new life. She wanted to be in San Francisco by Christmas day.
Bella was depressed that december twenty three, a new Christmas to be alone again; not a call, not a Christmas card from Sandy, it seemed a space black hole had swallowed her. It was late in the evening, twilight low, blue and purple twilight, and she was returning
¿home? No, not home, she was going to her house from her law firm where everyone was happy, was drinking and toasting and singing Carols. The sky was darkening fast as Bella drove into the driveway and she saw a shadow with what seemed like a valise and a couple of bags near the gates of her house. She stopped the car and got down to open the gates when the shadow moved and she saw it was …...
“Sandy”, Bella’s cry of happiness resounded in the darkness of the night.
It was very late in the night when, after having dined and tried to out do the other telling what had happened in their lives the last months, they looked each other not knowing how to proceed.
“Well love, time to be in bed, you must be tired after your trip, we’ll talk tomorrow and discuss the future” Said Bella, with care.
“Yes, let’s go to bed, where do I sleep, with you, don’t I? “Asked Sandy tentatively..
Bella’s heart skipped a beat.
“Do you want to?”
“Of course I want to sleep with you, why wouldn’t I, don’t you want me sleeping with you?” asked a concerned Sandy
“Yes my love, of course I do, with all my heart”
And so, they went to Bella’s bedroom, both a little nervous wondering if they might feel a little awkward being naked in front of each other again, but after a few minutes those fears had been put to rest. On the contrary, they undressed the other and walked back to bed together smiling with the assurance of a woman and woman who enjoyed being together this way, like Eve and Eve; something Bella never felt with anyone else; it all felt so very sexy.
Once laying on the bed they started fondling, caressing and kissing, then Bella straddled Sandy waist and began touching her breasts and twisting and tweaking her nipples, keeping her outstretched arms down with her knees and not letting her move them. So
retained she couldn’t touch Bella’s body.
“I have had a fantasy for a long time, and I think this is just the moment, as you are tired let me do all the work, I want to trib you”
”Trib me?” asked a surprised Sandy. “What is that?”
”Don’t be afraid my love, I’ll never, ever, do anything harmful to you”
”I know, and I want to tell you I trust you with totality, with all my trust”
Bella was imagining herself tenderly positioning so that she was on top, looking down at her love, being in charge again, after so long, of pleasing that pretty face, and happy she was sure feeling her love. And my breasts, thought Bella, Sandy kissing them, sucking them. I’m so happy she loves my tits, so happy I have these tits for her to make love to.
“Well two women may trib in several ways, but today I will rub our legs and our pussies against each other until we cum, tribbing lets you do it all, is the best. Mouth to mouth, breasts on breasts, nipples rubbing nipples, pussy scissoring on pussy. That's why it's so very good” explained Bella.
Saying that, she began to slither down Sandy’s body, freeing her arms and exposing her young beautiful body, her firm, tanned, beautiful tits, her great ass and long legs, her bald pussy, everything. She looked at her and saw the girl lying there, for her to execute the tribbing as she had told her, Bella stood up, letting her large, soft, mature milky tits, drop slightly toward the girl’s breasts and rubbing the tips of their nipples together.
Bella spread Sandy's legs and leaned her body completely over her, their bodies touching and their pussies pressing on each other. They were in the missionary position, Sandy had her legs spread wide apart while trying to receive Bella who had slipped in between her lover's thighs straddling her, Bella had kept her legs together as her pubic bone is sufficiently pronounced and could provide more effective contact between both sex areas and maximize penetration.
She started moving slowly up and down so that their pussies and especially their clits would rub on each other. She then simulated the fucking movement just like if she were a man, except that she was using her pussy to press onto her now pupil's pussy. Today she was the teacher.
“You see my love, It is maddening me, I want to do everything to you, all at once, kiss your beautiful mouth, your face, and neck, suck your breasts, worship them over and over; and your pussy, oh my God, your pussy. This is why tribbing is unique; because it neglects nothing, and tribbing lets you pleasure everything at once”
“That feels sooo….good… love when you rub your body with mine” said a gasping Sandy
“You… just…. wait…. till I penetrate you” panted Bella
“How …I mean ….what with, you going to penetrate me? Puffed an excited Sandy
With that Bella started to push herself up from Sandy’s body kneeling above her, and then proceeded to open with her fingers the lips of Sandy’s vagina, with her labia widely opened Bella’s vulva would more easily slip inside hers; when she had them open, she began slowly leaning forward trying that her closed vagina entered and stayed inside Sandy’s vagina. When Bella’s vulva had slipped inside Sandy’s pussy, the young woman could feel herself the wetness friction of her lover's vulva pressing down into her pussy, inside her.
Sandy’s legs went up to wrap them around her lover’s back, bending her knees to provide a better angle of attack and maximize pussy to pussy contact; then they began a slow rhythmic humping so their sticky juices came out and coated their vulvas and surrounding inner thighs.
Sandy held firmly to Bella’s hips with her calves and yanked her forward and back in a frenzied movement so that her pussy never broke contact with Bella’s, simply sliding fore and aft along its length. This motion, along with her legs being so spread, did cause Sandy’s labia to open like a flower, allowing Bella’s vulva to work its way inside of hers. The arousal of both women increased exponentially; Bella’s engorged clit did actually penetrate Sandy’s lips. At the top of each stroke her clit was nuzzled between the bottom edge of Sandy slit, then as her hips slid back, Bella’s clit did slide along between Sandy’s labia until her clit came mashing into the other’s.
Just then in unison they cried out, “I love you so much.”
And then they came.
“Oh yes, oh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhh, I’m Cumminnngggg. Please Bella, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me more, more, more oh please much more” A whimpering Sandy asked for.
Bella kissed her while she gasped for breath. But not for long just enough for her to calm down, because the most incredible sexual being soon resumes her mission, the ultimate fuck, one woman fucking another, in the missionary position, with their legs scissoring each others in a way that lets the pussies merge. One pussy fucking the other as many times as they like. There's nothing like it, there is nothing shrinking inside..
After a while they changed positions, Bella crossing her legs with Sandy’s, thus being able to touch their pussies much better. She held her left foot in the air, and she started to move her body just like she was riding. She gradually increased her movements and the effort made both of them to moan. Their pussies were rubbing faster and faster, harder and harder with each movement; taking more effort from Bella and making them moan and breathe heavily. Sandy was enjoying it very much and was putting all her efforts into the tribbing. Bella wanted to cum again, and she wanted to cum onto Sandy's pussy. The girl was being ridded like crazy and soon they would cumm. It was the –teacher- that cummed first, for the second time in that night, and only a few seconds later, Sandy exploded in a powerful orgasm. Cumming together with her -teacher- was always a dream, and it proved to be so good that ended with such a powerful orgasms.
They cried out again “I love you so much.”
Bella collapsed into Sandy’s arms and they spent the next couple of minutes restoring their breaths. It was the-teacher- that eventually broke the silence saying,
”Oh my dear, this was wonderful. Something that I never imaged I would do again”
”Yes, I never enjoyed fucking so much. You are so wonderful.” Sandy said while resting her head on Bella’s chest.
As an after thought Bella asked herself “isn’t it a little frustrating being on top in the missionary position, fucking your love, but not having a cock?”
With that they slipped into their dreams
The next morning when Sandy awoke found she was alone in bed, stretching, got up, went to the toilet, peed like a mare, brushed her teeth and washed her face to remove the last vestiges of sleep, then, naked, walked to the kitchen in search for Bella and breakfast. In the kitchen there was no one but she found a note on the refrigerator where Bella said that she had gone to the mall to buy everything needed for Christmas Eve dinner, because having thought she'd be alone had not bought anything, this night was going to be a night of love and hope for the both of them.
Sandy was radiant with happiness. This Christmas would be different from those of the last fifteen years; she was going to be with her love and it was going to be the beginning of a life of happiness. It was like a fairy tale. After breakfast she went into the bedroom to fix her clothes and other personal effects in the dresser. She put her suitcase on the bed and after opening it started to pull out her stuff. One of the first objects to take out of the suitcase was an old photo of eight by ten framed in cast silver and showing a beautiful young blonde woman (her mother), and two small children (she and her little brother Jonathan).
”Good morning Mom” she whispered before kissing her framed, faded eight by-ten colour photo on the lips, just like she did every morning upon awakening since she was four years old.
She sure was beautiful, although the photo was already discolored by the handling and the passage of the years, with a pretty face framed by shoulder-length white blonde hair and those amazing green eyes. Sandy still hated her father for the pain he caused her and the whole family.
She loved that photograph more than anything else she owned, even more than her laptop computer or her video gaming system. She loved her more than her own life. After kissing the photograph again she placed it on the nightstand on her side of the king sized bed. Bella had never seen this picture, because when they had made love before Sandy returned to college, it had always been in Sandy's condo.
That morning Bella was happy, very happy, Sandy was with her again and she would take care now it would be forever, she wanted Sandy in her life for eternity. She made Christmas shopping as soon as possible fighting the crowds of people who were making last minute shopping, she tried not to forget anything, bought gifts for her love and when she had purchased everything necessary took her car and returned home..
“Sandy, love, I’m home, where are you, will you help with the bags, please?”
“In here Bella, in the bedroom, I’ll be right down, let me put something on first”
At Sandy’s words Bella’s pussy started tingling and getting wet imagining Sandy body naked. Sandy put on a T-shirt and panties and went down.
“Hello Bell, where are the bags and where do you want them?”
“Hummm yummy” said an ogling Bella.
After a kiss they put things away and went to the bedroom so Bella could change the street clothes for something more comfortable. Bella took off her clothes and when she was down to bra and panties took Sandy’s T-shirt off and she led her to the bed and shoved the open suitcase out of the way. She drew her onto to the sheets and kissed her again, massaging her prodigious breasts as she moaned into her mouth. Her nipples were full and rigid, and Bella loved the sound of her, whimpering when she tweezed them.
Then, in a second, Bella’s world and happiness went crashing down, it was the instant she lifted her head from Sandy ‘s mouth to take a breath and her eyes saw the picture on the bedside table and her body stiffened, her excitement and passion disappeared suddenly, and a strange moan of pain escaped her lips as she abruptly broke off from the arms of Sandy to get off the bed in a jump and wide-eyed, and as she covered her mouth with her hands looked at the picture with horror, as one who sees a ghost emerge from the darkness of the past.
“Please, baby...don’t” she whimpered, shaking her head, her eyes brimming with tears and weeping with profound grief as Sandy tried to pull her on the bed.
“…...we can't now, we...can’t, oh my god, oh my god, no, no please no, no, please no, it can’t be truth”.
Sandy did not know what was happening and looked at Bella without understanding but with evident concern. What was going on?
”Bella, please, tell me what's going on, what happens to you, please dear, talk to me”
With great effort, and with a lot of anguish in her voice Bella: asked Sandy
“Who are these people in the photo on your bedside table?”
”Oh, the blonde woman is my mom and the others are my little brother and myself.” said a relieved Sandy that had believed there had been a serious problem.
In a voice almost inaudible and to the disbelief of Sandy who could not believe what she was hearing:
“That woman in the photo is me, and if you're the girl, then I am your mother and you are my daughter” said Bella
Bella was totally shocked, she looked at the picture and her tears fell down her cheeks incessantly. She had found her daughter after so many years and it caused her a great joy, but in turn she had lost something that, at that moment, was crucial in her life, she was losing love again, in this case her great love. She was enamored, in love with her daughter, how could that be?
“You my mother, how could that be? She left us and went away a long time ago” Sandy was astonished.
“No, no, that’s not truth, I…I…I didn’t leave you, I was, I mean, I could not …” stuttered a broken Bella.
It was at this time of crisis that could have been definitive in the life of both women, that Sandy’s maturity, so praised by her mother (Bella), took over, she seized the bull by the horns to confront it, took Bella by the shoulders shaking her gently to get her out of the morass in which she was, and cried:
“Well, Bella stop it, damm it, stop it I say, right now nothing has changed, today is mid morning in Christmas day, we are going to celebrate, but first lets talk and try to straighten out this story, ok, Bella, ok?
Bella seemed to wake up slowly as if from a bad dream, dried her tears, eyes still red, took Sandy hands, sat with her on the edge of the bed and began to tell her story, perhaps for the first time in so many years. It was catharsis, it was confession, it was downloading her soul, the terrors and pains of a life of suffering, physical, but most of all sicological.
“You see my love I was just nineteen years old…….inexperienced……unsure of my sexual orientation ……………….went to college………………from a very repressive family…. ..……met a woman………loved her………………..then they forced me to marry……………had two children I loved them very much………………..then your father found out about my lover………..she betrayed me………………your father made me sign the divorce papers……………. then he cast me from my home…………I was destroyed………………became a drunkard…………....was badly abused, sexually and otherwise, by hard type lesbians……………....then went into detox…………….and, .after… San Francisco to try to start a new life”
Now it was Sandy who was crying silently hearing her mother, and her love for her went soaring up to the sky. She could have never imagined her long lost mother sufferings. But now it was time for healing, from now on she would never abandon her; she have now a double motive for living with her, she was her mother but also her lover and she wasn’t going to renounce to any. She took Bella in her arms and hugged her.
“Nothing has changed mother, you are Bella, the woman I’m in love with, not that blonde woman in the picture, and I’m Sandy, the girl you love, because you DO love me don’t you ? I’m not that little girl in the picture, so you see, nothing has really changed. I love the people in the picture, but they are the past, something that could have been but was not, the now will be the future and only depends on us”
“But…..” Bella tried
“No buts my love, lets prepare our Christmas dinner and in the meantime will talk about our joint future”
And so they did.
Christmas dinner was a success, good food, well prepared; in the kitchen Bella and Sandy handled things as two friends would do, as if they had known each all of theirs lives, Sandy was gradually smoothing Bella’s resistance, was making her to accept that their relationship had not changed and everything was going to be fine. Bella touched the theme of incest and its unlawfulness, to Sandy that was an unimportant issue in any way, she was not morally conditioned; no one in San Francisco knew them as being blood related, she was going to change her name legally, and then they would be two women in love living together. Period. Out of the two of them, who would know? Nobody. Nothing really had changed, and if there had been changes they had been for the best, now in addition to being lovers, they were bonding as mother and daughter as well, and had been very happy together.
Bella wasn’t convinced, wanted to be convinced, but wasn’t, yet, her lawyers rational mind was opposed to such a relationship, but Sandy’s reasoning was very convincing, and was eroding little by little her resistance, ultimately, they were consenting adults, so nobody had the right to tell them what to do in the privacy of their home.
After dinning and while they waited for Christmas Eve, Bella opened a bottle of champagne and slowly mother and daughter started getting mellow fuzz. Sandy turned on the radio on a F.M station with soft romantic music and asked Bella to dance; Bella was surprised by her daring daughter and didn’t know what to do. Sandy took her hand, pulled her up from the divan
Bella looked up at the mistletoe, hanging there innocently from the ceiling fan, the red berries, deadly poisonous if eaten, glowed softly with the reflected firelight, and then she thought, Why not?
Bella said slowly “daughters aren't supposed to want to fuck their mothers, Sandy”
They started moving to the soft music rhythm, they both took sips from their flutes. Sandy moved closer, close enough that Bella could smell the sweet perfume she was wearing.
“Mommy?” she whispered.
“Yes, honey?” Bella tried to swallow the champagne but her throat was so tight she thought she would choke instead.
Sandy reached out and caressed her shoulder; her hand then moved up and lingered on her mother's neck.
”Don’t you want me?” Sandy asked, staring down at her mother with her large blue eyes.
Bella looked up at her daughter, her mind screaming not to do what she was thinking of doing. Instead, she felt her arms reaching out and encircling Sandy's slender waist. Bella pulled her daughter towards her and nestled her face between her breasts.
“Oh yes, oh yes, baby. I want you. I want you so much.”
And with that, feeling her head whirling by the dancing and the champagne she seated again. Sandy smiled at her, and then moved around the divan to ease herself into her mother's lap. Slipping her arms around Bella's neck, Sandy leaned down and gently captured her mother's mouth with her own. Bella groaned, sliding her arms around her daughter’s warm back. Their lips pressed urgently against each other, and Sandy felt her mother's long agile tongue pushing into her mouth, sending her tongue deep into her daughter’s mouth, they sharing the wet heat of their forbidden kiss.
They broke the kiss gasping for air. Bella looked up at the girl’s face and at her swollen lips. The desire smouldered in her beautiful sparkling eyes. At that moment, the lawyer woman willingly gave herself up to whatever repercussions she would have to suffer for what they were about to do; she was going to make love to her beautiful girl and she didn’t care anymore that she was her parent. She wanted her with every fibre of her being. Bella lowered her head in-between Sandy’s breast and moved her hands down her daughter's waist and onto her taut buttocks, rubbing them slowly. Sandy fisted her hands in Bella's hair; her eyes blissfully closed as her mother slowly rubbed her face between her breasts and gently explored the pinkish peaks of her young mounds, her mouth sliding wetly over the nipples. They hardened quickly under the attention, and Bella revelled in how firm they were. She drew one of Sandy's pink tips into her mouth, sucking it hard as she rubbed it against the roof of her mouth.
With a little push Sandy unfastened her nipples from her mothers avaricious mouth and
at the same time moved her lips against her mother's neck, her breath warm and heavy. Bella closed her eyes, trying to will herself not to desire her own daughter. To no avail..
“You taste so good mother, today better than ever” the girl whispered, her voice throbbing with passion.
“Can’t stop ... and, I don’t want to, you're so beautiful, Mom. So beautiful.”
Bella couldn’t swallow as she felt Sandy's kisses moving along her collarbone, over her shoulder and down her chest; her mind almost screaming to push her off; she knew she should push her away ... but she didn't. She couldn't.
Instead, she slowly closed her eyes as the girl rubbed her lips over her hardened nipples. Bella sighed as the girl pulled the nubs into her mouth and went from one aching tip to the other, gently licking and kissing them.
“What else do you want me to do you, Mommy?” Sandy cooed. ”I know you have something in mind.”
“Oh Sand, honey, we should stop here …“
Sandy put one of her slender fingers against her mother's lips.
“Please mom, I want you to tell me. I want this so badly….”
Bella looked into her daughter's glittering blue eyes and struggled to catch her breath.
“Please? Please do whatever you want to me.”.
“I want to make you feel good. That's all I want, Mommy. I just want to make you feel good.”
“You do, honey. You've made me feel SO good. But we've got to stop this before ... before we go too far”
“But mom, we have been going as far as possible, it doesn’t matter we didn’t know at the time we were family, we went as far as we could. Now, a question: don't you love me anymore? Don’t you love your little girl anymore” Sandy whimpered.””
Bella stared at her daughter, surprised at her wantonness, full of truth words, “Of course I love you, sweetheart. But this ...” and she looked down at the girl's scantily dressed sweat-glistened body “This is so wrong for a mother and daughter….”
Sandy tilted her head. “Don’t you want to do something else to me?” she asked, her voice suddenly low and sultry..
“Yes baby, I do ... but ...”Bella was rapidly losing her capacity for coherent words
Sandy reached out and moved her mother's face to hers. She looked at her mother and noticed her face was twisted with a cross between anticipation and guilt.
“I love you, Mom.”
Bella cupped the girl's face, lovingly stroking her cheek. “And I love you too, so much. But we can't ---“
Sandy was becoming a little impatient with her mothers continuous back pedalling.
“I know, I know we shouldn't be doing this. I KNOW it's wrong. But I can’t help it. It's what I want, what we want. That first time ... when you thought I was only a waitress... It was like, it was ..., oh shit, I had never feel anything like that”
“But you didn’t know at the time we were mother daughter”
Sandy looked down and lowered her head, cheeks hot “I know. But I think I wanted to explore it, I was inexperienced.... It feels so good being with you, and... I just feel safe with you. I know you won't hurt me.”
”Of course I wouldn't hurt you, Baby. But we can't do this anymore. We can’t. This has to stop.”
Sandy sighed, with a silent “Oh my god, not that again” Then eased herself up behind her mother, her smooth taut thighs rubbing against the older woman's buttocks. She slides her arms around the woman's neck. Bella’s defences against her daughter’s persistent attack were tumbling down, the champagne, the mistletoe, the subtle caresses, but overall her own desire for her daughter, raw, crude desire.
“You're right mom. You're right. But please ... keep making love to me. Do what you want to do ... do what you've been thinking ... what you've been desiring. What you need to do to the ... right gal when she comes along “
Then, licking her own dry lips, the girl wriggled her hips lasciviously against her mother behind. “You know, I've never been fucked in the butt.” She said mischievously.
Bella's eyes widened. “¡¡¡¡ SANDY¡¡¡¡ “
The girl pressed her young breasts against her mother's back. “I know, I know. But you know, before returning East to college, I loved you, but was unsure of my own sexuality, so, I let two students to fuck me, one broke my virginity, was brutal and disgusting and left me aching all over without giving me any pleasure, the second was no better than the first, only that as I had no cherry it was not as painful, but neither gave me pleasure. Only you have made me go to heaven. Now, I am not sure if I'm a lesbian or not, but I'm sure I love you and want to make love with you, anytime, anyway you want me.”
Bella was speechless, so Sandy followed
“And I want to know what it feels like to have someone inside of me there, and I want it to be you ... because I know you want it, you crave it and you won't hurt me.”
Bella laid in stunned silence for a moment. Sandy waiting patiently, her heart beating hard, she knew her mother was right. This was incest, she knew they had to stop but she couldn't let this go ... not yet, not forever. She wanted her mother to make her come again, again, and again she wanted her mother to let go of whatever was haunting her. She wanted to feel her mother make love to her in all the exciting ways that had been probably denied her. Then she moaned softly, getting wet just thinking about it.
“OK, my dear shall we go to the bedroom?” Bella finally accepted.
Sandy could hear the barely suppressed lust in her mother's voice.
”But, after that ... no more, honey, after this last time it stops”
“Sure, mother“ Sandy said smiling. “After this, if you still want, we'll stop”
She hugged her mother's neck and then leapt off the divan. Bella stood and sighed for a moment as she watched her daughter run off stark naked down the hall. Bella allowed herself a smile and followed the girl's lead.
Bella laid stark naked on her back on the king size bed as she waited for Sandy to come out of the bathroom, the girl had always been fastidious when it came to being fresh and clean ... and this time it was for a romp in the sack. Thinking of this again, the woman closed her eyes and groaned.
Bella stared at her daughter for a time, she was a beautiful sight standing as naked as Bella, her long blonde hair flowing across her slender shoulders, her young breasts peeking though the silken golden strands showing that her nipples were already perking. Bella's mouth watered at the though of giving the nubs a long, hard flick of her tongue to make them stand completely at attention, and watched as her daughter walked over to the bed, her blue eyes gazing sultrily into hers.
She couldn’t’ believe her baby daughter had such gorgeous full breasts, they weren’t hers, who knows, maybe she took them after her mother in law, her grandmother by her father’s side
“Mom, before we do anything else, would you lick my pussy like you did that time?”
The young woman crawled onto the bed and over to her mother, moving into Bella’s waiting arms and rubbing her eager body lustfully against her mother’s, then covered her mother's mouth with hers, stopping the words. Sandy kissed her mother, and kissed her wantonly. Her long nimble tongue probed Bella’s mouth, her moist, full lips moving feverishly, Bella groaned and returned her daughter's kiss, her arms holding the girl tight as their tongues mated fiercely.
As they continued to kiss, Bella slowly moved her hands down Sandy's body and eased it between her warm, firm thighs, she slid her hand over the girl’s sex and fingered her slit. Sandy broke their kiss and moved her mouth over to her mother's ear.
“Mmmmmmmmmm yes, Mommy darling, Yes” she hissed. “I like that, yes, fuck me. Fuck me with your hand.”
Bella moved two of her fingers down to the girl's slit causing her to buck her hips, and she continued sliding her fingers against her daughter’s burning vagina lips, closing her eyes and feeling the heat of her daughter’s tight, wondrous pussy.
The girl's cunt pulsed hard around her mother's fingers as she orgasmed, her pelvis shuddering, the older woman continued to rub Sandy with her hand until the girl collapsed against the mattress. Bella watched as her girl drew in deep, long gasps of air, her beautiful chest rising and falling as she did.
Bella pulled her hand away from her daughter's pussy, then she rubbed her pussy-moistened palm over her own taut belly as she leaned down and took one of Sandy’s nipples in her mouth and licked it slowly, delighting in the feel of the stiff, long, enticingly erect nub against her tongue.
Sandy rubbed her mother's back, lightly scrapping her nails against the smooth skin. “I love it when you suck my breasts, Mom.” she murmured. “I just love it.”
“I love them too.” Bella thought as she moved to her daughter's other young breast, nipping the tip with her teeth and them pulling it deep inside her mouth. She feasted on Sandy's breasts for a time and then pulled away, looking down on at the girl. The girl’s hair was spread all across the bed; her blue eyes were staring hotly up at her, and then moved her hands up her mother's chest, along her shoulders, and around Bella’s neck.
Pulling her down she said seductively “Lick my pussy, Mom.”
“Sandy.....” Bella started to scold her about her language.
“What don't you like it when I talk like that? “
“I ...well, no ... yes, oh I don't know”
Sandy tilted her head. “Why not?“
“Why not? Because you're my daughter. That's why”
“But mom, I'm not a kid anymore, and I’m your lover”
Bella looked down at her daughter's naked, full young body and nodded. “That's the absolute truth, you are my lover and aren’t a kid anymore”
Sandy smiled up at her mother. “Don’t be so scared, Mother, you weren’t a few months ago. It's just you and me. I want this, you want this. No one has to know. Come on, mom”
Bella stared down at Sandy, trying to determine when her sweet, innocent, young waitress of not so long ago had turned into such a raving sex maniac, not taking into account that it was she herself who had, once and for all, converted this innocent woman into a sex maniac, as had happened twenty years ago with her, when another adult woman, Marie, had seduced her. She shook her head as she continued to gaze down at her daughter; it was as if she was nothing but raw, animal sexuality, coupled with sweet girlish innocence. It was an intoxicating combination.
“Ok, sweetie. Let's give it a try” Bella said as she slid down the girl’s body and pushed apart Sandy's legs; she moved her head between the girl's thighs and looked up at her for a few seconds before going completely down.
“Oooohhh yes, YESSSS. Lick my pussy. Lick that little pussy; it’s yours, only yours” Sandy whispered lustfully, her blue eyes gazing lasciviously at her mother.
Bella grabbed Sandy's hips and pulled her daughter's cunt hard against her face; she shoved her tongue inside her daughter and licked at her pussy until her cheeks and jaw were soaked with sweet stickiness. She tongued and sucked until Sandy had climaxed, again and again and again; then, finally, the truth knocked her like a ton if bricks, she was no longer able to get the image of Sandy's firm, pale ass cheeks out of her mind and she pulled away from her daughter's cunt
“Lay on you stomach, Baby” She almost growled.
Sandy flipped around and eagerly lifted her buttocks. “Mmmmmmmmmm, yes, what are you going to do mommy, fuck your little girls ass? Mommy”
Bella swallowed hard, finding herself both aroused and disturbed by her daughter’s crude words, but, when she looked down at Sandy on the bed, the girl’s hips rose in the air and her perfect ass waiting for her, the mother set aside her misgivings and. reaching over to her nightstand, pulled out a strap-on harness and a lube bottle.
The girl watched over her shoulder as Bella attached the apparatus around her waist, its pink shaft was small enough for a beginner but still large enough to send the girl's mind racing into orbit.
Bella gripped Sandy's firm round buttocks with both hands, squeezing and kneading the flesh. Then, with her heart pounding in her chest, blood rushing through her veins, she slowly spread apart the smooth cheeks and stared down at the puckered rosy anus. She leaned down and put her mouth on the cleft of her daughter's ass and jabbed the opening with the tip of her tongue.
“MOOOMMMM” Sandy screamed.
Sandy twisted her torso as her mother licked and probed her anus with her tongue; the young woman had never felt anything like it. It was so nasty, but it felt so good and, she definitely liked it. A sharp but pleasurable sensation moved from her buttocks to her pussy as her mother continued to tongue fuck the cleft of her ass, bathing it in saliva. Then she felt as her mother moved a finger inside of her. Sandy clenched her hands, feeling some pain at first but then only pleasure as her mother eased her finger in and out of her ass.
“Oh ... Oh Mom, that feels so good.” Sandy murmured.
Bella worked a second finger inside her daughter ass and she loosened up where at first she had been too tense. The daughter felt her mother take the fingers out of her and move away.
“You see, Bella, you can do anything to me. I want you to do too. I do want what you want do to me”
Sandy wasn't entirely sure how something like that fake penis wouldn't hurt her terribly, but she trusted her mother. She loved and adored Bella and knew she wouldn't be hurt by anything she did to her; the girl watched as her mother leaned over and griped the small bottle of lube.
“What's that, Mom?”
Bella looked over at her daughter. “Oh don’t worry sweetie its ... just some lube oil”
Her mother nodded as she poured some of the clear liquid onto her hand, then she lathered it on the pink dildo attached to her crotch. “It going to make it less painful for you”
Bella leaned over and rubbed some of the lube on the cleft of Sandy's anus. The girl shivered at the sensation of the cool, slick liquid on her skin; once she was done, Bella put the bottle back in the nightstand, and then she turned and grabbed Sandy by the waist and turned her on her back.
“Mom, what are you going to do? I thought we were going to. ..”
“We are, Sweetie.” Her mother cooed as if she were a toddle “But I want to see your pretty face when I do it.”
Sandy stared up at her mother and smiled. Bella looked down at her, and for a moment she felt uneasy. The mother's eyes seemed to be looking through Sandy ... and the girl noticed that her mother seemed to be gazing off somewhere.
“Mom, mom, what happens? Are you okay?”
Bella's eyes refocused on the girl, she was remembering a similar scene twenty years ago, only she wasn’t the daughter. “This is the last time, honey” She said, her voice firm. “and I mean it, we won’t fuck again.”
“Mmmhhmmm, yes of course, you said it before.” Sandy sighed.
Bella grabbed her daughter’s legs and pushed them up against her shoulders. Sandy felt the plastic shaft press against her ass-hole... and then slowly, very slowly ... Bella pushed it inside her anus
Sandy stared up at her mother’s eyes as she felt the dildo enter her ass, going deeper and deeper into her bowels. At first it felt like something was invading her body and then, there was a moment of pain; the girl winced and Bella stopped.
“You want me to pull out, sweetie?”
“No, no.” She quickly shook her head. “I just need for you to stop a second. I’m good”
Sandy closed her eyes and used all her concentration to try and ease the tight, stressed muscles around her anus. Slowly, they softened and Bella felt herself slide inside the girl further until she was completely embedded.
“Oh my god, you're so good Sandy, I have craved this for so long ”
Sandy smiled up at her mother, Bella returned the smile and then slowly proceeded to buck her hips; she began to move faster and faster, looking directly at her daughter’s eyes. Sandy gasped, struggling for breath. It felt good, very good, different from getting her pussy licked but no less pleasurable, and definitively better than the boy’s cocks at College.
The girl licked her lips and reaching down, rubbed her clit. The nub was hard and erect and aching. Bella nodded her head approvingly and kept thrusting into her daughter.
“That's it, baby girl. Do what makes you feel good. I'll help you.”
Bella buried the plastic cock deeper into Sandy's firm ass, always looking in her face and eyes. She was so tight and the movement caused beads of sweat to begin popping out of her body. The mother prayed she wasn't hurting her daughter, but she was out of control now. Nothing she had ever imagined was as hot as fucking her beautiful, sexy daughter in the ass.
Sandy rubbed her clit faster, feeling the plastic shaft humping wildly at her ass. “Mom was right, is incredible with the right gal.” She thought seconds before and unexpected violent orgasm exploded inside her.
Bella's mind suddenly went blank, still thrusting within the tight walls of Sandy's ass as she pressed on deeper and deeper; then, when she felt her daughter climaxing, her young buttocks shuddering against the bed, Bella let out an earth-shattering scream ... orgasming from the friction against her pussy.
Sandy stiffened when she felt the hard, deep animal thrust of her mother’s loins and screamed as well. Her body shook with still another shattering orgasm and the two of them bucked wildly and savagely against each other in a wild, passionate frenzy of sexual release. Both crying out slurred words of satiated lust.
With a deep, chest throbbing groan, Bella collapsed on top of Sandy; both bodies were drenched with perspiration, the two slid wetly against each other as they struggled for breath and for sanity. Bella slowly pulled the pink shaft out of the girl's ass and fell next to her on the bed.
Sandy pulled in a lungful of humid, sex-sweat scented air as her heart laboured in her chest. She swallowed hard, and then turned to look at her mother. Bella's eyes were closed and her breasts rose and fell rapidly. Sandy let her gaze travel to the plastic dildo still strapped to her mother.
“What are we going to do Mommy? I don't want for us never to stop” Sandy said
Bella opened her eyes and looked over at her daughter. “I don't know, I don't think I can stop either”. And with that they fell in a profound dreamless sleep
The day after Christmas Eve, Sunday, was one of the happier days, if not the happiest in the lives of them both. Bella’s guilt was a lot lesser in the day-light, her moral dilemma about her incestuous relationship with her, now, new found daughter diminishing rapidly, second by second. Sandy on the contrary, was guiltless, she had no moral prejudices with incest with her new found mother, they were lovers way before yesterday morning, and if she hadn’t keep the small photograph nobody would have been the wiser, and she was happy she had made true her mother sex cravings. The day was warm, not too hot, just but a little fresh and they decided to take a stroll to the near beach.
They prepared a basket with food and soft drinks for a picnic on the beach, put on bathing suits, got in Bella's car and headed to the beach. The day was ripe for it, there were few vehicles on the highway because most people were in their houses getting off the hangover from the festivities and beverage of the night before, they reached the beach, found it empty, only the occasional hiker who had taken the dog to run around the golden sand. Mother and daughter looked up to find a small cove between the rocks where they were covered from prying eyes and could sunbathe, spread the towels applied sun protection and prepared to enjoy the day, eating, bathing and celebrating their new life without being disturbed. The hours passed quickly and darkness covered the sky.
Naked to the waist, her skin glowing a little in the pale light of the beach moon, the faint smirk on her face, Sandy was irresistible. Bella sat beside her new found daughter to take off her own beach sandals, shifting to meet her mouth again when Sandy went to work on the bottoms of Bella’s floral bikini. As she angled, Sandy straddled her and pressed herself tightly against her mother, dived now rather than sank, into the heat, the need, the wonder they brought to each other. Now, as ever, it was a shock in the system, a stunning, breathless rightness she’d never expected to know. Here she was hers. Bella’s gorgeous mouth seduced and demanded at the same time, and those mature and knowing hands, so skilled, possessed her, just the feel of her mother against her, skin to skin, so familiar now could still dazzle her senses.
Bella loved her, wanted her, needed her, just as impossible as Sandy loved, wanted, needed her mother. It was miraculous. She murmured to her, first her name. Just Sandy. Only Sandy. Then in Spanish- Mi amor, mi amor, my love, my love. Her love. And the rest was lost as her hands guided her, as in a dance, and she bowed back for her. Those lips skimmed up her torso, a warm, gentle line, the mouth took her breast with a quick, stunning hunger. Her sigh became a gasp that shuddered to a moan. Sandy’s fingers raked into her mother’s short hair when Bella went to draw those nipples into her mouth. She sucked them deeply, rolling her tongue around the pliant nubs while she kneaded the smooth spheres
“Yes please, yes, Oh mother, please love me, make love to me” cried Sandy with the moon and stars as only witness lf their insatiable lust.
Everything and all things, lover, soul-mate, wife, husband that was now Sandy for Bella. Mother –daughter in other times, in another, different, world. Nothing she’d ever dreamed of, even in the days of lust, passion and lesbian debauchery following her divorce, approached the reality of this. Nothing she had ever possessed until now, with the exception of her long lost children, could ever be so precious, and now she has recuperated one, in ways that no wild dream could had ever fathomed. The taste of Sandy’s body in the cool night, in the pale moon light, stirred a deep craving she now understood would never be fully sated.
She rose, lifting Sandy with her, feeling that crave spike and tear deep in her soul when her mouth went wild on her daughter’s. Once again she pressed her back to the rock bed, as she yanked Sandy’s bikini bottoms down, and a growl escaped her throat
“Mine” Bella cried to the beach moon as a wolf in heat, clamping her lips in the shaved lips of Sandy’s vagina, who had thrust it into her mouth.
“Yes yours, only yours” shouted her daughter, at the same time she darted her tongue deep inside Sandy’s core, licking and tasting the pungent but tasteful rivers or molten lava.
“Yes, god yes, yes, yes”; the first orgasm burst through Sandy body and mind, a reeling blow to her senses that left her dizzy, drunk, and in some place in outer space where she floated and floated, before slowly coming down to earth again desperate for more.
She uttered a soft cry when her mother’s fingers slipped against her nectar coated slit. Her full, warm thighs opened as she stroked her lips. Her clit felt so rigid, engorged with pleasure, slick for her agile fingers. Her smooth pussy flushed like a piece of overripe fruit while she massaged the knotted flesh.
Bella smeared Sandy’s cream everywhere, over her hairless mound and ripe upper thighs, massaging her with her own froth. Then she fingered open her wet petals and slid her middle and ring fingers inside her. Bella pushed them all the way in and rolled the pad of her thumb over the hot clit. Sandy hooked her legs around Bella’s shoulders, opening them so she would fill her, and her hips pistoned, matching her mother, stroke for frantic stroke.
The cool stone of the cove at her back, the heat of her mother against her, in her, drew her up again as she took and took. When the need built again, when Sandy felt herself about to fall into those wild eyes, she clamped around her. “Come with me mother, come with me mom, come with me mommy darling”.
“Ohhhh ... ohhhhhhh ... moooooooooommy...” she groaned deeply.
Bella kissed her again, fucking her tongue into her mouth while she grounded her hand against her hot vagina. The pleasure flashed, bright as a sizzling diamond, as they took the down together.
It had been fifteen wonderful days after the passage of New Year, and now, in mid January, both women had to face the reality of everyday life, work, their social life, their personal relationship as a couple, the future together or separated. What of Sandy’s life, future and studies? To clarify all these issues they needed a long, deep conversation, a sincere conversation. How was to be their relationship henceforth?; what would they actually be?, how would they entail ?, would they be mother and daughter lovers?; would they be two women in love, partners and equal?; Their commitment was a commitment to total and permanent love?; it was a commitment to life and for life? Or was it just a sexual relationship with only lust and no projection of future? Was love or lust what bound them together?.
It was a time for communication, and as it is usual in the first moments of any couple, it was a difficult moment to start talking and planning any future. It was Sandy the first to bring forward and raise her concerns one night after dinner.
”Mother, I’ve been thinking, what is going to become of us?”
“What do you mean, and please, for now, just call me Bella, you don’t mind, do you baby?”
“No I don’t mind, and what I mean is, what about our future?, I’m not forcing you to anything, but ours is a bit peculiar situation”.
“I agree baby, I want to fix things with you forever. I want you with me forever, not as mother-daughter, well we will still be mother and daughter, but I want you as my life companion, permanently, I love you, I’m in love with you”.
“Ok Bella, before we take a decision, I must go east again to tie some loose ends”
“I promise you, if everything is as it should be, I’ll come back”
Sandy wanted to go back East to see and verify if the story her mother had told her was true, and if it was the truth, cut once and forever the few familiar bonds that even now she had with her father, because affective were none. Not that she distrusted the story her mother had told her, but fifteen years of suffering, of unanswered questions from her father, her mourning nights of crying and of silently asking for her mother, days and nights of anguish and suffering, needed a proven and credible response to start her new life with Bella, her mother, yes, but most of all, her lover, free from any suspicion of deception, so, she could be able to blindly trust her again, and be sure that she would not be abandoned again.
First thing first, Sandy went to the college where the story had begun more than twenty years ago. She has to found out first if Marie d'Aflecourt was still a professor at the university, and if not, whether they could provide her address and phone number. After several comings and goings, and her justifying whom she was, she managed to get the professor address and phone number. Once she got the address and phone, she called her to request an interview with the former teacher, focusing specifically on her identity and whom she and her mother were. The voice answering the phone, was a quivering one, and confirmed to be the old teacher, who kept expressing surprise at the contact of someone who was so far back in time and memory, however, she accepted to see the girl, pointing to the right time she could receive her.
When Sandy arrived to the house at the appointed time her surprise was tremendous as she saw a white-haired old woman opening the door. Marie d'Aflecourt was not the beautiful and gorgeous woman in her mother’s story. That lady who seemed to be more than seventy years old, was only around sixty, her face was worn and wrinkled, and showed no trace of the beauty her mother had gone mad, with love and passion, this was not the woman who had enamouraded her mother and then had abandoned and betrayed her. The white haired woman opened the door and asked:
“Won’t you come in, please” after a pause. “I’m Marie d'Aflecourt, and you would be….”
“My name is Elisa Sanderson Van Cruiff, and I’m the daughter of Annabelle Van Cruiff, your former, ejem………pupil? May I take a few minutes of your time?”
“Yes of course, I’m in retirement and had seldom any visitors these days, please take a seat. Would you like some tea, coffee, a soft drink?”
“Well, no thank you, if you don’t mind I need for you to give me some answers and after, I won’t bother you again”
The older woman looked Sandy in the eyes and asked “Ok my dear girl, what do you want to know?”
“I just want for you to tell me exactly what happened with my mother twenty years ago. Why did she disappear so suddenly leaving us, her family, for ever?”
“Well, this is what happened”
“I was a professor at Uni when Annabelle came that first year…..she was so shy and beautiful …….we fell un love, I’m a lesbian…………we were so enamored ……then after a time……….her family made her get married…………….she was so……. unhappy, except giving birth to the both of you……………..then your father did suspect….. something, he came to this house…………….and did blackmail me…….”
“But I don’t understand, how could he…………..”Said an stupefied Sandy
“Very simple, your father carried then and carry today a lot of muscle in this city, ………….I was working with a precarious visa and could be extradited……….he forced me to betray your mother…………..it was very disgraceful………I had to call your mother, made a date…………we had sex and he, he……………..video-taped everything, as a premium he wouldn’t denounce me to the authorities……………and I had to be with another woman when your mother came to me,…… ……he wanted her totally destroyed.”
Sandy couldn’t believe what she was hearing, the story was almost a carbon copy of what her mother had told her, of course her mother could never had known the importance of the role and the part her father had played in this story, in this family drama, his sinister role in the destruction of an entire family but above all the destruction and damage in the lives of his children. Sandy was livid with anger; not so much to this woman who had been a selfish puppet with no self-esteem, but to her father, she would never be able forgive him. Now she understood the destruction of photos and every memories of her mother.
“Well I thank-you very much for your time, now I must be going, thanks again”
“Elisa, if you ever find your mother, please tell her I did love her very much and I’m sorry, very sorry, I could never forget her, or forgive myself”
The next day she went to see her father and have a long and cleansing conversation with him. Around ten o'clock in the morning, the hour she knew her father would be working, she went to the building where were based the offices of her father's law firm and going to a secretary asked point blank to see Mr. Sanderson.
“Have you an appointment “ asked the secretary, knowing too well Sandy was her boss's daughter.
“No I have not, you just go inside and tell him Elisa wants to see him”
A few minutes later the secretary came back, and smirking told Sandy he was very busy and would see her in a little while.
Sandy was nonplused, and with a vehement “What the fuck”, she went to her father’s office and without knocking opened the door.
The secretary was terrified and just able to stammer “Sir, I didn’t…..”
”It’s ok miss Farrell, just close the door and don’t pass any calls”.
“Ok Elisa, to what do I owe the favor of your visit “
“Good morning to you too father”
“Lets slip the pleasantries and go to the point; I’m very occupied, what brings you here”.
“Ok, as usual you are much occupied to attend your children, at least me. Well I want to know what happened fifteen years ago with my mother. I want to know your version of the story”
Dr William Sanderson’s face went beet red, the veins in his neck and fore head swelled disproportionately and it seemed that he was about to suffer a heart attack. He started stuttering and then a cry shook the walls,
“I'm not talking about that damned bitch, I do not want ever to hear her name in my presence, to me is well and truly dead and if you do not want to take a kicking in the ass you never, ever, are going to ask me again anything about that woman“
“Well fuck you, dear daddy; I want to know your part in me loosing my mother when I was a baby”
Sanderson in a state of demented fury took her daughter's shoulders and tried to get her out of his office.
“Don’t push me and don’t touch me again, I’ m not going till you tell me about my mother”
By now the shouting was heard, not only in Sanderson’ offices, but in the whole floor.
“You want to know about your dear fucking mother, ok, go and speak to her damm french professor at the University if you find her, and ask her about your dear sainted mother”
“Don’t worry, daddy dear, (sarcasm) I just did. Yesterday. I only wanted for you to deny or confirm her story, I see with your attitude you confirm her”
“Don’t talk to me in that tone young girl, and don’t talk to me again of your mother, if you do it again I will have to disavow and disinherit you,”
“First, dear daddy, I’m not a young girl anymore, I’m a woman, Respecting your avow and money you may shove them up your……..with all my respect, I have the money grandma left me, and ….surprise, surprise, I have a photograph of my mother, my brother and me from when I was four, bye for ever,… dear daddy”
And she left her home town for good. But once in the airport, before taking the plane she called Bella to wait for her.
Bella was in the airport waiting the landing of Sandy’s plane. She was extremely nervous, the call had surprised her in the middle of an important meeting and immediately she let her assistant take her place so she could go home to change clothes. Sandy had only informed her, the name of the company, the flight number and the prospective arrival hour, and of course, that she was coming for good.
Bella looked spectacular, she had changed her dark and somber work clothes of pants and jacquet for a vaporous light green silk dress that fitted sinuously her breasts, girded her waist and hips like a glove, and fell down with a large bell-shaped form to her knees, her long legs were sheathed in thin, delicate and almost transparent silk stockings reaching up to the garter belt; and her feet were clad in heels three inches high that made her legs slender. Her lingerie was the sexiest french style a woman can get, very femme, in a tone of pale green, all lace, with a surprise inside. A faint makeup in her face completed her attire with her lips highlighted a deep red. She looked like a goddess, and everybody, men and women alike, looked at her.
The flight landed and fifteen minutes later Sandy crossed the doors carrying her suitcase and looking for Bella. Her mother was in the crowd and she yelled with joy calling her name and ran to hug her dropping the bag; the two women hugged each other tightly, the mature elegantly dressed lady and her young paramour attired in jeans and red chequered shirt. They french kissed as lovers departing for ever. After a while they calmed down and returning to the real world, went to the parking lot got in Bella’s car and returned home.
Once inside the house, they went into the kitchen, pouring a glass of wine for each. Bella knew they had to talk, not everything was about sex, there were big steps to take for their future lives if they thought themselves worthy of the love they had for the other. With their ups and downs they had been together for more than six months, not always living in the same physical place, but emotionally depending on each other.
Bella had purposely made of their relationship a slow race, letting Sandy take her own pace, she did not want for Sandy to get lost in her, to not being able to identify herself anymore, something she knew had to be the norm for her in their relationships for awhile; she wanted a committed relationship, not a plaything relationship; she wanted to have her in her bed every night, but not only on her bed, she was a perfect girlfriend and lover but she had found that she didn’t know what was happening inside her mind and heart. Bella was wary.
“Shall we go to the couch to talk my love” Said Bella cautiously.
“Yes of course, I have lots of stuff I want to tell you”
“Ok, shall we start with your trip East. How it went?” asked Bella
“Well mother let me tell you; I went to see Madame Marie d'Aflecourt and….”
Hearing that name Bella’s mind started spinning and her new hard erected world seemed to go crashing down. The horrors of fifteen years back returned to her mind with all its strength and she saw herself again impoverished, beaten, intoxicated, sexually abused and betrayed by those she loved most. Her face went distorted with a deathly pallor. Her daughter excitedly telling her what she had learned and the steps she has taken didn’t seem to realize what was happening to her mother until the glass that Bella was holding in her hand hit the floor and brought Sandy back to reality, then she realized what was happening with her mother.
“Oh mother, mother I’m sorry, so sorry, what happening to you mother….”
Bella tried to compose herself, she poured more wine in a new glass and taking a sip made Sandy tell her tale; when her daughter was finished she took several deep calming breaths and asked:
“Tell me my dear, what are your plans for your life from now onward? “
Sandy seemed not to understand the question, she looked her mother straight in the eyes and said:
“Well, unless you don’t want me to, I was thinking about living with you and for you forever, whatever the terms you want to be”
“My love, nothing has changed, I’m desperately in love with you, and I love you more every day, I want for us to be a couple, to be wife and wife, we are equals, partners in life, I want, if you want, to legally marry you, and if you are game, some day to have a baby with you, I want that and much more”
Sandy was astonished, now, knowing the past of her mother and her suffering , she could understand her, and her love for her became a real thing, she loved her as a human being, not only as her mother, she loved her as a woman with whom live theirs lives together.
“Yes mother, I want you, I desire you, and I want us to live together forever, I’ll be your wife and you mine”
“Ok baby, I don’t want anybody from our earlier lives to found us, we will create our own cosy world to live, and promise me as I promise you, will try to be happy and never fight”
Sandy was pensive, she went back to the seat she had been occupying and Bella looked over at her, chewing on the inside of her lip.
“Are you okay?” she asked her daughter, finishing the rest of the vine in her glass.
“Yes” Sandy said softly.
Bella met her eyes and she blinked at her, realizing that her breathing had changed.
“What's wrong baby?” Bella asked, turning slightly towards her.
Sandy shook her head, “I want to go to bed.”
Bella studied her flushed cheeks and her eyes. She nodded and stood, Sandy standing with her.
They went to the bedroom and Sandy slid her hands down Bella body in a sensual caress and with surprise found her hard.
“My, my, well, I see you have with you your hockey stick, were you planning to play some game today or….tonight“
Bella’s face went crimson “No, no, not with you my love, at least not today, I …I don’t know what came into me, what happened today to me, I think I just needed to carry on”
And with a subtle and rapid movement under her dress she tried to took-off the harness with the strap-on.
“Oh no, no, no, not so fast” said and excited Sandy, “”I want to see it on you in all your glory”, And with that she took Bella’s hands in her own to impede her taking the strap-on off her.
“Now you’ll let me undress you, slowly, very slowly, I want to see what is underneath this precious dress, dear mother”
And with that, Sandy let her mother’s hands go and very slowly started undressing her.
She unbuttoned the back and let the dress slither down Bella’s body to the floor. The vision presented to her eyes was amazing, a beautiful, sculpted body, with a set of pale green silk lingerie, perky breasts with large nipples swollen by passion, which were in full erection and standing out prominently pushed against the soft thin fabric of her partly transparent bra. Her legs encased in beautiful transparent nylon stockings keeping tight up by a sexy garter belt, and her feet encased in high heel shoes that delineated her legs in all its glory, but the more exciting thing for Sandy was the vision of the crotch of her mother; she was granted an enchanting view of her small, tiny, translucent pale green lace panties at the triangular junction of her thighs, thorough the bikini panties she could see displayed the obscenity sight of a big strap-on. It was the vision of a goddess with a huge package in between her legs and under the panties.
They hugged each other tightly and their mouths joined in a frenzied series of deep kisses, their tongues searching every corner of their mouths and intertwined in a fierce war, saliva dropped out the corner of their mouths as they couldn’t swallow so much, meanwhile they were trying to undress each other, well Bella was trying to undress. Sandy as she was in her underwear, but the latter felt the pressure of something hard in her crotch above her jeans, it was Bella’s strap-on, who was trying desperately to get Sandy’s shirt out her pants to slide her hands up her torso so she would be able to get her hands on Sandy’s swollen nipples.
Sandy reached out, cupping Bella’s face and rested her cheek against her palm, her eyes closing. Then, the girl literally swept her off of her feet and walked to the bedroom.. Bella thought
“All my life I had waited to meet someone like her, and I gave birth to her, it was meant to be. Someone that wasn't on a different level, but on the exact same plane; an equal, my equal. I don’t care if outsiders look at us and think Sandy is the lesser or the weaker person between the two of us, because she is so young, I know what this meant for both of us. Sandy is not weaker, and she isn't beneath me. She had just as much power as I have”
Sandy took off her clothes slowly, her lungs filling with air as she taught herself how to breathe again. Bella's face was more flushed, her nostrils flaring lightly as she watched her, the air shifting between them. She was nude; they stood in front of one another. Sandy reached out and with one decisive snap, took off her bra. Bella inhaled surprised, her eyes widening; Sandy let it drop between them.
“I love you” Bella whispered.
Sandy's mouth parted and she closed her eyes as though trying to wake herself up from a dream. She opened them again, her blue eyes big in understanding.
She didn't reach for her, didn't move. Saying the final words that both of them needed to hear out loud. “I'm yours.” The moment she said it, she felt her heart rise out of her chest and Bella was in her arms, their mouths meeting. Need, Want, Longing, Desire, Lust, Care. The words circling around them, they slid onto the bed together.
Bella held her, their arms tight around one another. “I love you too”,
”I know” whispered Sandy, kissing her soft lips.
They embraced, looking deep into each others eyes, Bella was lying on her back and Sandy at her side caressing her breasts and nipples with her right hand, then she was slowly lowering her hand down Bella’s body massaging her tummy, navel and the top of her panties whilst her mouth licked and sucked her breasts and nipples, she then moved her hand slowly down inside Bella’s panties and as if caressing a man, with her hand grabbed and began slowly to masturbate the big dildo. After a few minutes of this play Sandy took off Bella the panties and the harnessed dildo.
Sandy dipped her head and softly kissed Bella’s vulva, the thick folds of labial flesh reddish pink, with bright beads of moisture standing out like dew in the curly coils hair. She swiped her tongue into the turgid crevice, tasting the salt, she was absolutely slick now. And as she licked deeper, her mom stiffened, exhaling a single deep gasp as she rose up almost on her toes. Sandy found her mother’s clitoris, flicked the bud one time, two times, several times, Bella’s hands grasping the head of her daughter but not pushing it away. Sandy sank her tongue deeper, over the entire length of her slit, twirling it into her, flicking her clit again, fast, pressing onto it.
“Tell me, where you want me to begin” Sandy said.
Bella bit her lip and smiled. She rolled over onto her stomach, and then slid a pillow under her pelvis. She turned her face to Sandy expectantly.
”Taste me everywhere” she said “I'll show you where to start and where to stop”
Reaching behind her back, she traced a line with her finger from the middle of her back down to the crack of her ass. Tugging her cheeks aside, she laid her fingertip at the dark rim of her asshole. Sandy grinned, then slid beside her mother, and kissed her shoulder, moving her tongue over her delectable flesh. Bella sighed with contentment and slid her other hand down between her legs.
The daughter kissed her way slowly over her mother’s back, trying not to miss an inch of skin, a rib, or a bone in her spine. She moaned softly, trying not to cum. And Sandy glanced down at her glorious ass moving slowly to the sensation of her mouth on her mother’s skin and her fingers on her pussy. Sandy flipped between the spread legs of her mother, now only inches from her sex and her ass. Bella had obviously read her daughter’s mind, and knew that she was loving licking her this way, from behind, giving her full access to both of her delicious holes. Bella loved one tongue in her ass, and now she was moaning audibly as her daughter’s mouth found its way nearer and nearer to her back door.
Sandy’s tongue slid into the valley of her ass, and she could taste her sweat and the juice that she had spilled there and inhaled her fragrance. Bella was panting noisily as her daughter pulled both cheeks away to reveal her gorgeous little brown star. For one brief moment, she looked at it from inches away, considering the sheer taboo of this act, and then she raised her mother’s hips and plunged her mouth into the cleavage of her ass, and in an instant slid her tongue along the rim of her mother’s asshole. Bella moaned her approval and kept pressing her hips up as her daughter licked her wantonly; the wonderful taste of her juices burst onto her tongue, it was like an overripe fruit. She was slightly earthy and unwashed, and she pushed her tongue tip into her as the rim muscle yielded. Bella groaned and began moving her hips slightly, trying to keep Sandy’s tongue inside her and pull it in deeper.
She was getting close, the muscles of her asshole rippled. “Oh Sandy that...feels perfect..” she whimpered.
Sandy pushed her tongue in, deeper and deeper, over and over, licking her and sucking the funky juice of her own spit and Bella’s ass while her hips rotated, and she came, suddenly and powerfully, pushing up into Sandy mouth, the muscle of her asshole yielding and pulsing.
“OH, OH GOD” Bella stammered, then “OH.MY.GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD"
After that first orgasm Sandy let go of Bella’s ass, feeling her naked body slide over hers. Bella closed her eyes, letting herself feel the sensations as Sandy kissed her skin, her tongue trailing down the middle of her back. Sandy cupped her breasts, her hands moving under her, and she felt her fingers between her legs. Sandy pulled her legs open wider and she felt her own surrender form in her mind. Sandy lay on her, her mouth now moving again on her lower back, her tongue tracing the intricate tattoo that lay across the expanse of it, curving over each hip.
Sandy's fingers were very gentle on her, barely rubbing and Bella felt her eyes open and then slam shut as Sandy's face pressed anew between her cheeks, the tongue sliding against her closed ass-hole. She relaxed into the feeling, her hands grabbing onto the pillow beneath her head. Sandy nudged her legs, pushing her up onto her knees, and her face against the pillow. As her daughter rimmed her out slowly but thoroughly, preparing her, her insides clenching around air. She shivered, the feeling delicious as the tongue slipped deeper inside her asshole, her fingers that were on her clit now pulling the hood up exposing her. She groaned when she felt that tongue stab deeper, her fingers sliding into her. Instead of clenching, she felt her body give in to being taken, her vagina opening to allow her deeper access.
“Do you want me inside that beautiful ass of yours?” Whispered an excited Sandy behind her. She let out a breath, her back moving with her mouth.
“Yes” she let out.
Sandy continued with her ministrations, making her mother feel incredible and she started to turn her head to look at her when Sandy pulled her fingers out wetly. Bella watched her as she got off the bed and went to get something from the floor. She opened her eyes wide when she saw the toy with the harness in Sandy hands; she felt her breath leave her, she couldn't even remember the last time she had been taken in the ass. A long, long time. And the idea turned her on completely.
Sandy carried back with her to the bed the harnessed toy and some lubricant, she settled behind Bella and lubbed the slim dildo, and then her mouth was on Bella’s asshole again. Bella groaned, her ass sensitive as all hell, her vagina clenching again.
“Relax, mother” whispered Sandy softly, and then Bella felt the toy press against her gently. She pressed her face deep into the pillow, her hands clenching as Sandy spread her ass-cheeks wider, inching the toy in slowly; she let her breath out slowly, the feeling almost too much.
Sandy stopped pushing, her hand going under her to rub on Bella’s clit; Bella felt her vagina walls contracting as pleasure pushed through her. Sandy started to fuck her slowly, her groin pressed against the bottom of her mother ass, the toy sliding in deeper and deeper with each pass; she pushed herself up onto all fours, her ass pushing back into her daughter as she gave up any fight she might have had about prolonging the inevitable.
Sandy's thumb pressed into her vagina, her index finger on the knot between her legs and she felt her slide completely into her ass. She cried out softly, her eyes slamming shut as Sandy started pumping into her, faster, faster, faster, deeper, deeper, deeper, until she recognized nothing but the toy in her bowels and her hands, her breasts with her swollen nipples dragging deliriously across the sheets.
Bella felt the orgasm hitting her only a second before it screamed through her body and she fell onto the bed, with Sandy following her, sinking still deeper and she bit the pillow, the climax continuing into another one, and another one, and more, much more almost effortlessly. Holly shit, Sandy moving her body over the sheets, fucking her strongly, being in complete command, nothing to do with the shy waitress of a few months before, her daughter made her now shudder with pleasure, her ass and pussy clenching uncontrollably in time with her thrusts.
Sandy's mouth licking and kissing on her back and neck finally calmed her, her actions slowing until she stopped completely. She felt satiated, taken...and fucking good. They lay together silently for a long moment, then Sandy gently pulled out of her, making her groan slightly; when she turned around on her back, Sandy was on her knees behind her, her eyes wide, she looked as slammed as she felt herself.
“How was it for you, good?” Bella asked her daughter out of breath, watching her from her prone position on the bed.
“That was your first. Do you like being in control?“ Her mother asked her softly.
Sandy nodded slowly, “It was like I was watching myself do these things to you, making you feel things. But, was it good for you, mother?”
Bella laughed and sat up, bringing her into her arms. “I think you know the answer to that one, Mistress.”
Sandy let out a startled laugh and Bella smiled, holding her close. “I didn't know you could...would be able ….to switch...like that, to be the aggressor, the girl in charge”
“I had loved what just happened, how I made you feel, but……” Sandy said softly said slowly, her voice lowering “….you needs to have control but still you love being taken care of. Mine need is just to make you happy I don’t need control and I would like to maintain that carefulness in our lives. It works” she smiled “Not that I don't want to fuck you when I can,” Bella amused shook her head, “And maybe I'll let you” she grinned and fell back onto the bed, holding her close.
“Now come up here. I want that beautiful pussy riding my face”
Sandy bit her lip and then slid up her body. Bella slapped her ass, “Hurry up”
Sandy groaned, her eyes filling with need as she looked down at her mother. Yes, she was definitely where she was supposed to be. She had been waiting out for years not knowing what, and now she knew what and more important why. This couple, this marriage would work, they would make it work, and she just smiled and thrust her body deeper into the warm mouth.
Several months had passed, Bella and Sandy, mother and daughter, lovers, living as a married couple, were trying to make compatible experiences of life so different, they didn’t have any doubt they were in love. But life, real life, everyday life, it’s very different to life on vacation, with no responsibilities, where everything is joy and celebration. For this reason it was time to discuss responsibilities and the place each one, on an equal line, would have on the couple.
They decided that Sandy would finish her studies and after that if she wanted a professional career that would be so. Bella preferred for her to make the house her domain as a traditional wife in a heterosexual marriage. Sandy accepted Bella’s view and maybe in the future they would have a baby with donated sperm. But first they decided to get legally married. For that Sandy would change her legal name, they would get their passports and travel to Spain in the summer, they would go to Alcorcon in Madrid province, establish residence for one month in the town and get a civil marriage for homosexual couples.
That was in the near future, but in the now Bella prepared a very intimate ceremony for two in it she gave her wows to Sandy. And they closed the circle.
“Here I take thee, Sandy, to be my wedded wife and husband, to have and to hold at the bed and board….for fairer for fouler, for better for worse, in sickness and in health….till death us do part…And there to I plight thee my troth.”