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Imago: The Seduction of Arlene	By : Salamandaslash Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 5646 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Imago: The Seduction of Arlene (part 5)

Usual disclaimers apply:
If you’re shocked by portrayals of kinky lesbian relationships – you best be on your way. There is nothing for you here!

Kinda PWP – certainly NC-17
F/f – with references, of varying levels of explicitness, to numerous secondary F/f and some F/f/f and, F/F/f relationships.

I do not own these characters – even the ones I made up – and I am certainly making nothing from their misuse! I do not mean to imply anything about the sexual preferences of any of the actresses cast.

Etc etc…

So sis’ – it’s like this…

Joyce smirked knowingly at her older sister as Arlene slipped gingerly into the seat opposite.

Leaning over she kissed her sister affectionately on the cheek.

Arlene wore a pair of tiny, too-tight cut-off denim shorts that rode up at the back to reveal generous slices of pink butt-cheeks. In front the shorts were tight splitting the flesh of her clam in a clear camel toe. Above the low cut waistband of her shorts her pink thong rose high on her hips before plunging back down into her shorts in back. Above her thong her recently acquired tramp-stamp formed a second arrow pointing downwards into the divide of her bottom. Joyce knew that, skillfully worked into the design of her sister’s tattoo the word’s ‘Kendra’s whore’ could be made out – if you knew what you were looking for. A second tattoo depicting a leopardess climbing upwards adorned her left thigh. A wrap around, cut-off check shirt was tied below Arlene’s rack, allowing a generous view deep into her cleavage the light material making it clear that her boobs were unsupported.

“I know that look!” she said with a crooked grin. “I’m guessing someone got her ass paddled last night…”

Arlene answered Joyce with a wry, weary smile of her own.

“Not just paddled.” She rolled her eye, her recently pierced tongue with its round metal stud visible as she spoke.

“Oh?”

“Mmmmm-yes…” Arlene breathed. “Over Kendra’s knee for a spanking …then a paddling…then a flogging…and then her new dick up my ass!”

“Ooooh – a new dildo? Hope it was a big one!”

“Oh yes!” Arlene almost panted. “Big and black – she nearly split me in half with it!”

“Mmmmmm…lucky you ‘lene! No wonder you can hardly sit! Still – sounds like Kendra is treating you right!”

“Well you of all people know how it is Joy…”

“Oh I sure do.” Joyce breathed emphatically, green eyes seeming to twinkle. “I know very well.”

Joyce was also dressed in a way quite unbecoming for a serious business woman of middling years.

Like her sister she dressed professionally – if rather revealingly – when she went to work but on her days off Faith’s preference was like Kendra’s – slutty!

Today she wore a baggy, pale yellow tee-shirt over a black, lace all-in-one body-stocking that went down to her wrists and ankles. When her mini skirt rode up a little those fortunate enough to be sitting in the right position could see that it was crotchless.

The two of them could hardly have looked, or felt, any sluttier. Which was just fine by them.

Joyce was still feeling the after glow of a night of vigorous lovemaking herself. Her core twitched at the memory of Faith’s crop between her legs as her wife had straddled her face, riding her tongue

Arlene smiled fondly with a sense of true empathy at her sister.

“You two are so cute,” she said. “Still acting like a pair of newlyweds.”

“We are still newlyweds – it’s only been a few months!” Joyce answered with a sideways look at her sister.

It might have been almost four months now since her wedding to Faith but to Joyce it mainly felt like she was still on her honeymoon. She had been with Faith for more than two years now and while it never ceased to amaze her how inexhaustible her wife’s lustful appetites were, since the wedding her libido had been all but insatiable. Not that Joyce minded. In her own turn, marrying Faith – making that public commitment to be hers utterly, giving herself to her – had simply served to inspire her own feverish desires to even wilder heights of sexual excess than previously. She thought back, as she had many times since her promise; to the marriage vows she had written herself. How she had promised to ‘honour and obey’; to give herself in ‘obedient, adoring submission’; in ‘devoted servitude’; surrendering her body and her soul to Faith’s pleasure day and night for the rest of her life.

She mused, with a happy flush of pleasure; then there had been their honeymoon and the extravagant displays of her commitment to those vows that Faith had demanded.

Even now Joyce shuddered, her body aching at the memory of the very public displays of sexual submission that she had been forced to perform.

“Well like you’re still on honeymoon then…”

“I wish we were still on honeymoon…then I’d be naked on the beach.” Joyce’s face took on a faraway sort of look. “Mmmm…”

Arlene rolled her eyes like someone who had heard the details of her sister’s honeymoon numerous times.

“Yes I know Joy…with Faith rubbing sunscreen into every inch of your body…you said…”

That said Arlene had to admit that some of her sister’s holiday adventures were certainly…stimulating.

Her sister’s, now fading, all over tan had been acquired on the beach of the special resort in which they had honeymooned: a resort devoted only to those sexually liberated enough to be accepting of their particular lifestyle; a resort where public nudity was the norm; where very public displays of intimacy were expected; where sex under the avid, watchful eyes of an audience of fellow guests was encouraged; where submissives and their masters and mistresses vacationed without the limitations of ‘normal’ society.

“Well anyway,” the younger of the two sisters said returning finally, to the here and now. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so hmmm… satisfied either…or should I say used?”

As she smiled Arlene had the good grace to blush at the emphasis her sister put on the last word.

It was true. For the first time in her life her whole existence was filled with love and with passion.

“It’s true…I’ve never had so much sex…let alone so much great sex!” she enthused. “I’ve done things these last few months…”

“Oh I’m sure you have!”

“I mean things so kinky I’d never have dreamed of them before I met Kendra…before you set me up to be seduced by her!” She flushed with excitement and her eyes shone with gratitude.

“You’re welcome,” Joyce smirked.

Arlene smile was shy. “And I’ve loved them all…even the ones that hurt…maybe especially the one’s that hurt…” She shrugged. “Or been… …embarrssing…you know a couple of nights ago we went out for dinner and I had to leave my panties for the waitress…because I said she was cute…with the tip…have you ever tried to take your panties off in a restaurant – with everybody watching?”

Joyce answered with a grin of her own. “Errr…well yeah…once or twice…”

Arlene rolled her eyes. “Of course you have!”

Joyce shrugged. “Well I reckon Kendra must have got that move from Faith! So what did the waitress do?” She asked. “How did the waitress react?”

“She seemed to like it! She said thank you and I think she was smiling when she put my panties in her pocket…though it was a bit hard to tell since she was looking down my top at the time…”

“Oh good girl!”

Arlene giggled at her sister’s reaction.

“This old broad’s still got it!” she said waggling her eyebrows and she preened a little.

“Of course you have ‘lene…you’re a hottie sis…a hot old slut! And I bet it got you hot didn’t it?”

“Well yeah… not that it takes much to get me wet nowadays…but it’s nice to have a pretty girl undress you with her eyes!”

“Well now that’s the truth!”

“I know! So next thing I know Kendra is feeling me up in the ladies room…and you can probably work out where that went…”

“In the stall…on your knees…head between her legs…mouth full of pussy…”

“You got it!” Arlene nodded enthusiastic agreement and Joyce laughed with her.

The café was bustling, busy with late morning, early lunch trade.

The two sisters had made a regular date of getting together for coffee two mornings a week over the weeks since Arlene had returned to Sunnydale to be with Kendra.

They had so much in common now. It was the closest they had been in years.

In the intervening weeks Arlene had found a job working three mornings a week at Sunnydale Realtors. Her former employer up state had been sad to see her leave but had put her in touch with her new boss and she had moved seamlessly into her new job. To her employers and clients she was just an attractive middle aged woman, ordinary; hard working and good at her job. They knew nothing of her private life though Arlene knew it was only a matter of time before the truth got out. To be honest she was really quite looking forward to the day it did.

Her new job had of course, put her in prime position to find a nicely private apartment into which she and Kendra had moved only a few of days before.

“Well it seems to suit you sweetie…you certainly look well!” Joyce said. “How’s the new apartment?”

Arlene returned her sister’s smile.

“Great thanks.”

“All settled in?”

“Yeah – I think so.”

“Christened every room yet?” Joyce smirked.

“What do you think?” Arlene smirked back. “We’re still getting used to it but it’s nice to have a place of our own.”

“You mean a place with walls thick enough so the neighbours can’t hear you scream?”

“I don’t think they make walls that thick, honey! But I like that I’m the only woman Kendra has made scream there…”

“Yeah she did have some notches in that old place of hers didn’t she? Not that I guess anyone was keeping score!”

“68.”

“Huh?”

“Notches! 68 women…apparently I’m number 69…"
"Hah! Appropriately!" Her sister laughed.
Arlene blushed a little as she smiled, rolling her eyes.

"Sis!" She shook her head. "Anyway - so it turns out Kendra was keeping score after all!”

“She told you that?”

“Well – I asked…ok I didn’t expect so many but, you know…” she shrugged.

“My, that is a lot of sore bottoms!”

“Yeah…sure is! But it’s nice to know that I’m different. 69 and out!”

“Can’t be many too women left in Sunnydale!”

“Nope! And most of the rest have been underneath your Faith at one time or another” Arlene grinned at her sister.

Returning her sister’s smile Joyce said: “Yeah…and sometimes more than one at a time…what on earth’s going to happen to all the poor things now they’re both out of the game?”

“I reckon there will be someone right along to take up the slack…”

They both laughed happily.

A young girl with dark haired brought them their coffees. She was pretty and she seemed to smile crookedly checking out the two older women’s outfits. Her name-badge gave her name as Rory.

As she walked away there was a puzzled look on her face.

“She’s cute,” said Joyce watching her. “Mmmmm…nice ass.”

“I guess so,” Arlene replied.

“You mean you wouldn’t love to eat her out? I would! I bet she’s got a very pretty little pussy!”

“Well…yeah…since you put it like that…but all I meant was that I’d just rather do her friend.” She nodded towards the young black girl behind the counter. “Or actually…I’d rather her friend did me!”

Joyce laughed again.

“Oh you so have a type sis’!” She said.

Arlene had the grace to blush a little as she laughed as well.

“I can’t help being what Kendra’s made me!” she protested light-heartedly. “I just love having a hot black girl on top of me…dominating me…throwing me on my back, spreading me open and slamming me! Or fucking me like a bitch…from behind so she can get in my ass nice and easy if she wants!” She licked her lips. “Or oooohh…” she groaned with desire. “Queening me…oh…I just love it when Kendra wraps her thighs tight round my head and sits herself on my face so I can’t move and my mouth is just locked to her pussy, and all I can do is lick and swallow and lick and swallow and lick and swallow!”

“Oh ‘lene! That’s just so hot!” her sister groaned. “I’m so horny now…I’m dripping…”

“Mmmmm me too sis…”

“Best,” Joyce panted, breathing deeply. “Change the subject”

“Yeah…huff…good idea…”

There was a pause before Joyce asked: “You heard from Lolly?”

“Mmmm? Yeah – spoke to her the night before last.”

“So how is she? She still in LA with Darla?”

“Yeah…and she’s ok…seems happy. But – get this – she’s going to appear in a porno…”

“Oh? Really? Mmm…interesting!”

“Yes…apparently Darla wants to see her getting topped by another woman and Lolly wanted to get made by a porn star…well you know how Lol’ loves to show off.”

“She certainly does.”

“And Darla likes to show her off…you know there are photos of her on the internet? Naked photos? Lol’ said that Darla gets off on the thought of people watching her…perving on her…”

“I can believe that…after all we’ve all been naked up on stage at the ‘Butterfly Cage’ one time or another.”

“True,” replied Arlene remembering the times she’d stripped at the local lesbian leather club and how horny Kendra had been afterwards.

“But who’s she working with?” Joyce asked bringing her back from a torrid journey into the recent past.

“Lol’? Pussy Whipped films.”

“Oh cool – Faith and I like them!”

“Well – yeah Kendra and I have some of theirs. They’re hot…and they sure look like they know how to hurt a girl…”

“Oh yes…she’s going to get it rough…those Pussy Whipped girls definitely suffer!”

“I know.” A note of concern sounded in Arlene’s words.

Joyce squeezed her sister’s hand. “She’ll be ok ‘lene...in fact she’ll probably love it, and I highly doubt it will be any worse than what Darla does to her…”

“Oh I know that – I’m not worried for Lolly.”

“Oh – then what sweetie?”

“Errr…well you know that when Kendra and Faith see this they are going to get ideas!”

Joyce shrugged. “Well, sorry to say sweetie, in my case…too late,” she said. “That boat has sailed...”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean Faith had that idea months ago”

“She did?”

“Yeah…way before the wedding…I thought you knew…” Arlene shook her head and Joyce continued. “I did a scene for Dungeon Divas last year…I’m kinda surprised you haven’t seen it.”

Arlene’s eyes bugged.

“Oh my!” she breathed. “Wh-what was it like…”

“Well…weird…sexy…but frustrating…shooting sex is not as much fun as the real thing…but it was hot knowing all these people were going to see just what a lezzie fuck-slut I am!”

“What happened?”

“Well first I was spanked by one of their regular dommes…”

“Which one?”

“Mistress Adelle…”

“Oh yeah…lucky you – she’s so hot!”

“She really is…and she really knows how to work a slut!”

“I bet! Then what happened?”

“Well first she spanked me and then I was tied up and she fucked me…then she whipped my ass…and my tits…and then my pussy…then she fucked me in the ass…and then she was joined by Mistress Jade and Mistress Felicia…and I got whipped some more…before they finally gang-banged me…”

“Oh…Mistress Felicia…I’m so jealous!”

“Oh you really do have a type don’t you sis’?”

Arlene laughed at that.

“You know I guess I do!” she said. “But don’t change the subject! D-did you like it?”

Joyce paused wagging her eyebrows before she nodded. “Oh yeah – I did…three dildos in me at once! Now that was a struggle! But oh my! Did I get my limits stretched?”

“And your holes!”

“Mm-hmm! It just made me feel such a slut! Mmmmmm…”

“Did you come?”

Joyce nodded “Well yeah – nympho-slut here – so of course!” She answered.

“Even with the cameras?”

“Definitely…even more so…being filmed like that…while I was being topped by those three…just made it hotter.”

“Oh my gosh! Didn’t you feel like you were cheating on Faith?”

“Well maybe – a bit – but she wanted me to do it and that just made it feel hotter – like I was being really bad! But I knew she was going to love it when she saw it…”

“And did she?”

“Oh yes! She completely loved it! Not that Faith needs anything to start her engine but wow – it was like she’d had a super-horny injection…I didn’t get to close my legs for days!”

“Ohhh!” Arlene breathed heatedly.

“She loved it so much I also did a shoot with Sapphire Films…”

“You did?”

Joyce nodded. “Yeah – one of their Lesbian Moms series - I got seduced by a couple of schoolgirls…they were supposed to be my on-screen daughter’s friends while she was being seduced by their moms!”

“Oh my…I never knew…h-how was that?”

“Oh hot!”

“You get spanked?”

“Well you know Sapphire Films!”

“Wow!”

“Yeah they both spanked me – we had to act that they were forcing me.”

“Yeah – like that would fool anyone!”

“’lene!”

“What? You must have loved it!”

“Well…yeah but you know what?”

“What?”

“Well…it was hot – both shoots were – but that wasn’t the big thrill for me.”

“No? Wh-what was?”

“Just the fact that those films are out there…that anyone I meet…who comes into the Gallery…or at the Supermarket…or here in this coffee shop…that waitress there…or your cute little barista…might have seen them…seen me getting fucked…I mean so everyone in town knows I’m with Faith…but not everyone knows I’m a total lezzie slut…but if they see my films…well then they’ll know.”

Joyce looked almost smugly happy.

“Oh…you mean you like them to know you’re a slut?”

Joyce gave the slightest of shivers.

“Mm-hmm…I love to think about whether some woman is mentally undressing me…thinking about what I look like on video…maybe wanking while they think about me …fantasising about whether they could get me naked and spread my legs so they can fuck me like that as well…”

“Oooh…ok that is hot…”

Joyce grinned. “Mmm-hmm…of course they can’t fuck me…” She stroked her collar. “Only Faith gets inside this slut. But it’s nice to think they might want to…and sometimes…I meet someone who gives me a sort of look of recognition and I just know they’ve seen me with my legs opened wide and getting my ass whipped…or eating pussy…or taking a dildo in all my holes and coming like a slut; and they get a look in their eyes and I just know that they know I’m a whore – a trampy, lesbo fuck-slut!”

“Mmm…oh my…oh my gosh…that’s so hot…m-maybe I should talk to Kendra…see if she’ll let me...”

“I bet she would…I bet she’d love it ‘lene.”

“B-but what would I say?”

“Well – why don’t you show her my films? You could watch them with her…see if it gets her going and then you could ask her if she’d like to see you on film…”

“Oh…I don’t know about that…I don’t think I c-could watch you sis.”

“Why not ‘lene? I reckon I’d love to watch you.”

“Joyce!”

“What?”

“That’s…so wrong…”

“What’s wrong exactly? I mean we, neither of us, have exactly conventional lives…you left your husband for a younger woman who spanks you regularly and I’m married to one of my daughters’ school-friends…and she spanks me! And we have another sister who’s a porn star…and who also has a younger girlfriend…who spanks her as well! There’s not much about the lives of the Wilson sisters that’s exactly regular or straight nowadays. I certainly don’t really know what’s normal that’s for sure…is it normal that Buffy’s girlfriend is twice her age? Or that Dawnie and her girlfriend are both sleeping with their ex-high-school teacher? I mean I’m not saying that me and you should sleep together – well not unless Kendra and Faith tell us to of course...but…” She shrugged. “I kind of think it would be hot to see you getting topped on film…kinda like seeing you come out in a way.”

“Err…I think I already did that Joyce…I mean I don’t think anyone who sees me and Kendra together could think we’re not gay.”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“Oh?” Arlene replied puzzled. “What?”

“I mean it will be like seeing you come out as a slut…as the rug munching, subby little dykey tramp you are…”

“Oh my…” Arlene breathed, visibly stirred. “Kendra is so going to need to bend me over and paddle me later…”

“I should hope so!” Joyce’s eyes glinted again. “Listen, why don’t you plan a surprise for her when she gets home later? Make sure you’re ready and waiting in your sluttiest, tiniest lingerie and have a couple of dildos and a paddle or two ready for her to use on you. I’ll drop those DVDs around later…then you can let her catch you watching them…when she gets in…and finds you with your hand in your panties and you fingers busy in your cunt…I’m guessing you aren’t allowed to play with yourself are you?”

“No - not unless she says...”

“Thought so - it’s the same for me - so when she catches you wanking Kendra’s going to spank you and when she’s warmed up by warming up your fanny with one of those paddles you kindly left out for her…”

“…she’s gonna want to know what it was I was watching that meant I had to wank to it…”

”Exactly! And then you can let her see little old me on screen, and you can mention this converstaion, and Lolly...I reckon her imagination will do the rest...but if not you can tell her how much you loved it when she made you strip and ask her, ever so sweetly, if she wouldn’t like to see you in a movie!”

The two sisters smiled delightedly at their plan before they finished their coffee.

Fin.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

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6 vignettes

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Lolly

Lolly danced…vigorously…with the attractive blonde.

Darla pulled her close, a hand in the small of her back, their hips moving as one.

Lolly’s breasts moved against the close fit of her mauve gown with its jewelled appliqué bodice. Her nipples were hard, aching.

“Are you trying to seduce me Darla?” the older woman asked.

Darla’s smile was crooked. She was perhaps a dozen years Lolly’s younger – it was hard to tell. She seemed older, more knowing for her age. Whatever, she was undeniably attractive; and confident, certain: all qualities that appealed to the older woman. She reminded Lolly of someone she had once known, a long time ago in London.

The younger woman moved her hand down onto Lolly’s bottom; the other rising to cup the back of her head, drawing her closer.

“I’m not trying to seduce you honey,” Darla breathed in her ear. “I am seducing you.”

Lolly’s core twitched, rippling; fluttering like a kaleidoscope of butterflies below her belly. A warm feeling bloomed deep in her centre. She blushed.

“Ohhh…” she sighed softly.

Then Darla leaned close to brush her lips over Lolly’s and sparks crackled and soared around them, and the older woman knew that this time she would not run away.

“Mmmm…y-yes y-you are…” she conceded and her legs parted under the pressure of Darla’s thigh, allowing the younger woman to thrust against her. Her hips responded grinding her sex gently in response and she groaned softly around the younger woman’s tongue.

“Oh…ohhh…mmmpphhh…” she groaned.

She hadn’t felt that way for the longest time. Truth be told, she had been bored in her marriage for years. Dan was a good man and she cared for him deeply but he no longer excited her. In fact she couldn’t remember if he ever had.

The younger woman smiled, her blue eyes seeming to pierce her as they sparkled. Her lips, glossy, seemed to captivate her. Her hands seemed to rule her, guiding the motion of her hips, her centre against her thigh.

It had been the early 80’s and she and Liz had been just 21. They became friends and almost…more. Liz had been fierce and passionate and…commanding; and Lolly, gauche and impressionable. It was her first time away from home and she had found herself slipping under the dark haired English girl’s spell. There had been no doubt that Liz was a lesbian; nor that she planned to seduce her. And Lolly had almost let her. Only fear had held her back; so that things had not moved that extra step from stolen kisses and secret, intimate caresses to complete surrender. But fear had over-ruled her yearning desires and they had parted uncomfortably. She had never seen Liz again.

Part of her had never ceased to regret it.

Meeting Darla’s thrusts with her own, Lolly groaned as she worked her sex against the pressure of the younger woman’s thigh. The blonde smiled, triumphantly.

“S-sohhhh…mmmmmm…” Lolly panted. “A-are y-you going to fuck me?” Her eyes sparkled.

“Oh yes…I’m going to make you scream honey!” The blonde woman answered. Triumph blazed in Darla’s eyes as she plunged a hand between them, burrowing beneath the older woman’s skirt to seek her sex, finding a way inside her panties.

“Oh there you go baby… Such a wet, hungry little cunt…”

“Ohhh fuhhhhck…” Lolly bucked as Darla’s fingers entered her, plunging into liquid flesh.

“That’s it baby… that’s what you want isn’t it?” Darla purred as the older woman shuddered, quaking against her thrusting fingers.

They had stopped dancing, and Lolly moved to a different beat as Darla worked her ass from behind making her push against her fingers.

“Oh-oh-ohhh…unhhhh…uh-uh-uh-ahhhhh..”

Lolly was unaware of the numerous eyes that watched her with fascination, heated and admiring as the young woman ravished her on the dance floor. She was lost in the passion of the moment as if the world no longer existed beyond her and Darla and the younger woman’s skillful, questing fingers as they drove into her.

“Mmmmm…so wet…you’re ready aren’t you baby?”

“Mmmnnnuhhh…y-y-yes…ohh g-god yes…please…” Lolly panted.

“Come on then.” Darla almost growled in her ear and she eased her fingers out of Lolly.

The red haired woman panted, moaning, her hips shaking as her body quaked, yearning for the lost sensation of Darla’s fingers inside her. She followed eagerly when Darla led her upstairs to her bedroom, where desperate now for the younger woman’s fierce, dominant attention she let Darla strip her. Naked but for her stockings, her panties at her ankles, she let Darla explore every tiny, intimate inch of her body, opening her sex to probe her love mouth and pinch her clit before spreading her buttocks to finger her bottom making her gasp as she entered her there. When instructed she spread her legs wide and Darla knelt to lick her, sucking on her nubbin while she pushed deeper into her secret hole until she came shuddering and compliant.

After that she let Darla take her, control her, dominate her as she made love to her. Before the end of the night she was completely in thrall to the slender young blonde woman; willingly acquiescing to her demands to let her spank her as a prelude to yet wilder and wilder acts of passion.

****
Celia

Standing alone Celia looked across to where her mother danced with the blonde woman.

She frowned, disturbed by what she saw and did not notice the dark haired woman who approached her.

“You must be Celia,” the older woman said. “You’re Joyce’s niece; Buffy and Dawnie’s cousin?” Her voice was smooth, confident; precise. It matched her austere appearance.

She wore a close fitted dress of midnight blue silk that hugged her slender curves. She was taller than Celia – by more than the height of her four inch stilettos.

The 17 year old looked up at her. “Th-that’s right,” she nodded nervously. Her eyes scanned the room for her cousins. Dawn and her girlfriend, Janice, were talking to an older woman with dark, olive skin and shining black hair. There was something unmistakably flirtatious in their body language. Not far away Buffy stared with adoring devotion at the older woman whom Celia knew to be her lover.

She shivered again. She felt alone, vulnerable.

“Are you quite well, dear,” the older woman asked, concerned. “You seem cold?” She moved closer invading the youngster’s personal space.

“N-n-no…I-I…I’m ok th-thank you…i-it’s just…what’s….I d-don’t understand…” she babbled feeling a tremor pass through her at the other woman’s proximity. Looking around she gestured at the on-going party; the dancers, the pairs of coupling women that had grown in number since her Aunt Joyce had been lead away so cruelly by her new wife; the naked musicians; her mother.

“Ah…I see – it’s your first time isn’t it sweetheart?” The dark haired woman placed a hand on Celia’s arm.

It was as if an electric shock arced between them. Celia felt a tremor in her core. She looked at her companion in confusion.

“I-I’m n-not a virgin,” she stammered, trying to sound more confident than she was.

The dark haired woman arched an eye-brow.

“No indeed?” she said with a quirk of her lip. “What a shame…but that wasn’t what I meant.” She looked around. “I meant it was the first time you’ve been to such an event…seen so many seductions…so many women…in flagrante…”

Celia looked puzzled.

“I-in fl-fla…” she tried.

Her companion grinned, wolfish. “I think you might say: ‘getting busy’?”

The young woman nodded. She looked around again, warily.

As they watched Darla reached a confident, assertive hand under Lolly’s skirt. The older woman stiffened, her mouth opening in shocked pleasure, as her companion’s hand moved between her legs.

Celia’s jaw dropped.

“Mmmm – your mom is certainly ‘getting busy’ now isn’t she?” The dark haired woman continued. “Have you ever been with a woman, sweetheart?”

“No!” Celia cried.

“Not even one of your school gal pals…not even a slumber party secret?”

“No…n-never…I-I’m not…you know…” she pulled a face.

“Gay?” the older woman finished for her. “But how do you know if you never tried?”

Celia blushed. “B-but I-I’m not!” she protested.

“Perhaps not…” The older woman smiled enigmatically. “But then again I suspect your mom might have said the same until now….” She looked out into the room watching as a young black woman guided an older red head to the stairs. “…not to mention your Aunt Arlene…”

Celia followed the older woman’s gaze watching as Arlene, her head bowed under the hand on her neck, was escorted from the room. “Oh! Oh m-my…” she breathed.

“You shouldn’t worry yourself sweetheart. Listen – why don’t you let me help you understand?” Her dark eyes seemed to burn. Her teeth shone white and her very presence seemed to oppress Celia. Yet the teen felt her blood race. Between her legs she was hot.

“Ohhh…” Celia replied in shock. The young blonde girl’s confusion was visible in her face. “I-I don’t…”

“Shhhhhh sweetheart,” the older woman pressed a finger to Celia’s lips quieting her protests.

Celia looked up silently, nervously at the taller woman.

“Ohhh but you’re such a pretty little thing aren’t you sweetheart,” the older woman said her voice warm with appreciation. It made Celia shiver. She sounded husky and raw with desire.

“Oh…r-really…d-do you mean that?” Celia blushed at the compliment. “Do you really think I’m pretty?”

“Of course I do,” the dark haired woman’s smile was genuine. Her eyes remained pools of dark. “You’re lovely…so sweet and fresh… you’re going to look so delicious with your panties around your ankles!”

Celia’s eyes widened in surprise and she blushed a deep pink that hid her freckles.

“Are you sure you’re not a virgin?” The older woman’s eyes were hot.

“N-no…r-really…I’ve got a boyfriend…he’s called Bobby.” The blonde girl shook her head.

“Shame…still I’m going enjoy teaching you to know better…”

“Ohhhh….I-I d-don’t know…” She shook her head trying to clear it. In the febrile atmosphere of the bizarre wedding celebration the world seemed to spin around the 17 year old. “W-what will I say to Bobby?”

“Oh I’m sure you’ll find something to say to let him down kindly…you can tell him it’s not him…it’s you…you can tell him you’re not interested in boys any more…”

“I-I s-suppose.” Celia frowned in confusion, uncertainty filling her.

“It’s going to be the truth…”

Celia blushed again. “I-if y-you say…I-I d-don’t even kn-know your name.”

The older woman smiled again. “Good,” she said as if something had been decided. “So no more boys for you sweetheart!”

The young woman was lost for words.

Her companion held out her hand to take Celia’s in a firm handshake. “My name is Pagan,” she said. “But, sweetheart, you will call me Mistress.”

“M-Mistress?” Celia stammered. Her hand moved up and down outside of her control in the older woman’s grasp. Her eyes were captivated.

“Yes dear…or else Madam…” Pagan said, her eyes hard as she ended the handshake.

“M-Madam?”

The dark haired woman slid her hand down onto Celia’s bottom making the young teen squeak in surprise. “Yes.” She squeezed the pert, young cheeks. “When you beg me!”

“B-beg?” Celia felt faint. Her heart hammered in her chest. Unbidden dampness pooled, moistening her underwear.

“Yes, sweetheart…beg!” Pagan smiled, but her smile was sharp. “And if you forget I will spank you.”

“Ohh! S-spank me? Ohhhh…oh n-no…”

“Yes sweetheart…how else will you learn dear?”

“I-I…I d-don’t know,” Celia said, cowed, hardly understanding.

“Ah look! I see your mother is leaving with her new lady-love!”

Celia’s eyes widened to see her mom depart in the arms of her blonde companion. Her mother’s hips swayed and she seemed to shake as the younger woman’s hand ran, possessively, over the curvaceous width of her satin skirts.

“I’m sure that very soon that bottom of hers will be quite sore!”

“Ohhhh…n-no…m-mom…” Celia stammered.

“Hush now sweetheart…” the older woman cupped Celia’s face. “Don’t worry – I’m certain that your mother will be quite safe…if a little tearful once Darla has her over her knee!”

“D-do you really think she’s going to s-spank my mom?” Celia looked up at the older woman in confusion.

Pagan nodded. “Indeed sweetheart…I’m quite sure of it!”

“B-but what did mom do?”

“Do, darling?”

“T-to deserve to get her bottom spanked?”

“Deserve? No sweetie – there doesn’t always have to be a reason to spank a woman’s bottom…beyond that she has a fine bottom…as you are about to find out…” Pagan ran a hand down Celia’s back to her rump, where it settled, squeezing possessive, threatening.

“Ohhhh…oh n-no…p-please…b-but y-you said…”

“I know dear…but things change darling…now hush…we’ll have your panties off soon…and then there will be plenty for you to cry about…”

“O-oh…oh m-my…b-b-but…” Celia stammered and she felt herself subside. “I-i-if you say so Mistress…”

“I do…now – shall we follow?” Pagan reached with her right hand to squeeze Celia between the legs.

Her eyes widened but she found her hips pressing her sex forward into Pagan’s grasp as the older woman pressed with both hands, squeezing, fondling her intimately. Something inside Celia let go, acquiescing. Her sex ached. “Y-yes,” she said.

“Yes Mistress!” Pagan corrected her, squeezing her bottom again and she patted Celia’s buttocks .

“Yes Mistress,” Celia surrendered. And her body shook, more aroused than she’d ever imagined possible.

****
Willow

Willow sat between her two lovers looking from one to the other in turn.

“I reckon the Judge would be willing…” Kennedy said huskily looking at where the petitely severe Asian woman had cornered one of the waitresses; a curvaceous looking blonde teen in a tight black skirt and white dress shirt that strained to restrain generous breasts. The blonde’s hair was awry, her tray of drinks forgotten. Pinned against the wall by the older woman she was lost in passion as the Judge’s tongue plundered her mouth.

In front of Willow, on the table, sat the bouquet she had caught. White, pink and blood red roses made up the display. They were bound tightly with thin shoots of green bamboo.

“So Will…” Tara said.

Willow looked at her fair haired lover.

“…you gonna be our sweet, blushing bride?” Kennedy finished Tara’s question.

Beneath the table the two dommes each traced a hand up a thigh and the red head keened softly. “Ohhh…” she breathed.

“Open wide baby…” Tara ordered softly and Willow obeyed, opening her legs to spread them wide beneath the table.

“Good girl…” Kennedy breathed, leaning in to lick her neck. “You’d look so pretty in white wouldn’t you baby?” she asked tauntingly.

“Ooooh…”

Willow’s feet twitched and she trembled as their hands traced circles on the tender flesh of her inner thighs, moving inexorably to the place where they joined.

Her lovers moved closer to press their lips to her ears.

“White dress…”

“White underwear…”

“Pink pussy…”

“Wet pussy – pink bottom…” Kennedy corrected her friend and lover with a smirk.

“Ohhhmmmmnnn…” Willow moaned as Kennedy and Tara kissed in front of her, their hands moving inexorably up between her thighs, stroking as they went.

“Promising to be ours…our obedient little wife…just like Joyce…” Tara whispered in her ear, her voice breathless with passion.

“Only you’d have two wives to keep happy Will…” Kennedy purred, equally heated. “Two pussies to lick…”

“Ohhh…ohhh…mmmmmm.”

“Two clits to suck…”

“Ohhhhhhhh….”

“Two asses to eat!”

“Oooooohhhhmmmmm…”

Willow shook as two pairs of fingers rubbed at the moistening fabric of her thong.

“And think of your wedding night Will,” Kennedy continued. “Two big dildos…to fuck…Tar’ in your pussy an’ me in your ass…”

“Or me in your ass and Ken’ in your pussy…”

“Mmmmoooooooh!”

“Or maybe both of us in your pussy?”

“Ohhhhhhh…”

“You like it like that don’t you Will? Two big dildos both of them moving inside your aching, straining little snatch?”

“Ohhhh…ohhh…offfhhhhuhhhh…y-yuh…y-yesssss…”

Fingers skillfully plucked at the dampness of her thong to slip inside.

“Ooooooouuuuhhhnnnnhhhh!”

The red head shuddered, tensing as two fingers slid between her lips to glide up and down, trapping her pebble between them, in alternating strokes, squeezing, rubbing. Her toes curled.

“After we’ve both paddled that pretty ass…” Tara husked, dipping her tongue into Willow’s ear.

“Ohhhmmmmm…”

“And smacked these sweet little tits…” Kennedy pinched the red head’s nipples through her blouse.

“Ahhhhhhnnnn…”

“And spanked this cute…pink pussy…”

“Wet pussy!” Kennedy corrected Tara again with an affectionate wink.

“Ohhhhhhh…ohhhhhhnnnuhhhh…” Willow moaned, quivering.

“So you’d like that Will…to be our little wife?” Tara asked again.

“Ohhh…ohhhh y-yuh-yesss…yes…p-p-please…ohhhhhhhhhh…”

It wasn’t exactly a conventional wedding proposal – but then it wasn’t going to be a conventional wedding. Willow shook groaning as her orgasm rattled through her.

****
Dawn/Janice

“No way!” Buffy said. “That was quick!”

“I know!” Dawnie replied.

“And pretty hot,” Janice added. She stood beside Dawn, holding her girlfriend’s hand as they stared after the two sisters’ aunt as Kendra’s hand reached up underneath her dress on the stairs

“Mmm-hmm…” Dawn agreed warmly. ”Did you see the look on Auntie Arlene’s face? Talk about spaced!”

“But Auntie Arlene has always seemed so…”

“Uptight?” Dawn answered Buffy’s question.

“Well yeah…I guess…so straight…she’s just the last of Mom’s sisters I have expected to put out…I mean Lolly…” She nodded across the dance-floor towards where a curvy 40 year old with reddish-blonde hair was making out passionately with an athletic looking blonde haired woman a good decade her junior. “Well that I get – she’s always been so free and easy going.”

“Yeah,” Buffy continued. “Mom always says it’s because of her time in London when she was young.”

“But Arlene?” Dawnie shook her head with a smile.

“I know…I guess Kendra can be very persuasive?” Janice said.

“I reckon she could persuade me to open my legs for her...”

“Dawnie!”

“What baby?” The slender teen looked coyly at her russet haired girlfriend. “She’s hot and such a Domme! Don’t you wish she was our Domme? Don’t tell me don’t you wouldn’t spread for her.”

Janice had the grace to blush.

“Well I guess…”

“You are so cute Jan-Jan…I love you so much,” Dawn said with a grin, leaning in to kiss the other teen.

“Mmmm…so are you baby…mm-mmm-mmmm…”

The two bridesmaids’ tongues tangled as they slipped into each others arms until something seemed to distract Dawn and Janice from their make-out session.

Dawn’s lipstick was smudged. Her breasts heaved with ardour. She smiled a little shyly, coyly perhaps.

“M-Miss Calendar…hi…” she said to the dark hired woman with flashing eyes.

Jenny Calendar returned Dawn’s smile with a broad, confident one of her own.

“Hello Dawn…Janice,” she said nodding. “Don’t you both look beautiful tonight…your gowns are lovely.”

“Thank you Miss Calendar,” Janice answered for both of them with a smile.

“Though wouldn’t they look better on your bedroom floor Miss?” Dawn’s smile was as shameless as her words.

“Along with our panties…” Janice pouted equally brazen.

Jenny retuned the smile with a wolfish one of her own.

“You mean you’re wearing panties?” she asked, with a quirk of her eyebrow.

The two teens blushed.

“Well we weren’t expecting to be seeing you today Miss,” Dawn batted her eyelashes.

“Or we’d have gone commando for you Miss!”

The older woman’s smile was genuine, warm with humour and affection as well as desire. “You two are incorrigible!” She said.

The two teens giggled.

“If you say so Miss,” Janice pouted.

“Anything you say Miss,” Dawn added with an emphasis that left nothing to the imagination.

“You know – I must have lost count of the number of times you two offered to put out to get out of detention!” Jenny went on. “And as you were always in trouble there were a lot of detentions to get out of!”

“Well you can’t blame us for trying Miss!” Dawn said wryly.

“No – I suppose not Dawn…you were both such flirts – in your tight little tops and short skirts; flashing your panties – when you happened to wear any; trying anything to get my attention!”

“Never worked though did it Miss?” Janice’s said with regret but her voice was coy. She pouted again.

“Oh I wouldn’t say that…but teachers aren’t supposed to seduce their students…or let themselves be seduced…not that it stopped you trying did it?”

The schoolteacher looked sideways at the two teems, her eyes sparkling with wry humour as she spoke but there was a heat in her voice that told a tale of its own.

“Apparently we aren’t supposed to spank our students either…”

“Oh my!” Dawn and Janice said as one, their eyes widening. Looking at each other there were sudden nerves visible in their faces and they blushed as they felt the older woman’s eyes undressing them.

“But…as I’m not your teacher any more…I think it’s high time I spanked both of your bottoms…”

“Oh my!”

The two teens stood wide eyed, excitement warring with sudden concern in their faces as their former schoolteacher put an arm around them both. Dawn on the left and Janice on the right. “Now…after all your teasing and flirting your little bubble butts are going to be mine at last!” Her hands sank to sweep over the pert curves of their butts. Both girls gave a soft gasping whimper as she squeezed. “In fact every little bit of your sexy little bodies are going to be mine! Now isn’t that nice?” Her voice rose in a sort of heated triumph and the two teens nodded dumbly. “Good! Now let’s go and we can get you out of those gowns and bend you over for the spanking s you both need so badly…I’m sure your mom booked you a room Dawnie?”

The two teens nodded wordlessly again as if caught in the power of her deep, dark eyes.

“Oh my!” the two teens gasped once more as if that was all they could say.

“And then we’ll see what two well spanked little tarts can do in bed…”

“Oooooh!” they moaned as, fondling their bottoms, she began to manoeuvre them towards the very same stairs up which Joyce and Faith, Arlene and Kendra and now Lolly and Darla had recently ascended.

****
Buffy

“Champagne, honey?”

Her lover’s voice drew Buffy’s attention away from where she watched the seduction of her two aunts and she turned to the older woman with a bright smile.

“Oh – thanks,” she said accepting a glass of champagne from Dayna as the older woman slipped a confidently possessive arm around her. “Hi you.”

“Hi you too.” Dayna kissed the young blonde warmly. “

Buffy snuggled into Dayna’s embrace letting her lover caress her bottom through bridesmaid’s dress as she sipped her champagne.

“Isn’t that Jenny Calendar taking Jan and Dawnie upstairs?”

“Jenny?” Buffy said with a blush at the sight of her ex-lover. “Yes it is.”

“Hmmm – looks like she’s making up a set of Summers girls…”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “She always said how Dawnie and Janice used to flirt with her…”

Dayna quirked an eyebrow. “Even when you were together?” she asked.

Buffy nodded. “Well we weren’t together very long – so…”

“Tarts!” Dayna said shaking her head.

Across the room Buffy’s cousin moved towards the stairs accompanied by a tall dark haired woman.

“And that’s Faith’s cousin Pagan with Celia.” Buffy pointed out.

Dayna followed Buffy’s gaze, watching as Celia’s bottom wriggled against the older woman’s hand. “Looks like their plan worked…”

“Yes it does…”

“So your whole family is getting made tonight baby…and that includes you by the way…”

“Oooooh!” Buffy panted softly. She leaned into her older lover.

Around the room were numerous couples – some had come as such while others were entirely new.

“I have to admit that Pagan is kinda hot.” Buffy said a moment later. Her eyes sparkled wickedly.

“Oh?” Dayna said, mild sarcasm in her voice; her interest piqued. “So you like the look of her?”

“Well – yeah – who doesn’t?” Buffy replied with a crooked smile of her own.

“Hmmm,” Dayna said, giving Buffy’s bottom a renewed squeeze. “Well we know you do then sweetheart!”

Buffy looked up at her lover with a coy, sideways glance.

“Me Mistress?” she lisped pouting, she looking up through her lashes. “But you’re more than enough for me!”

Dayna raised an eyebrow. “Oh you are such a little tramp,” she said with an affectionate smile and rolling her eyes she gave Buffy’s rump a firm swat. “I am so going to spank your bottom later.”

“Ohh!” Buffy moaned softly. Keenly aware of her lover’s hands on her bottom she wriggled slightly.

“You ok sweetheart?” Dayna asked.

“Ohhh y-yes!” Buffy breathed passionately in reply.

“It’s been a really lovely wedding.”

“I think Mom and Faith enjoyed it.”

“They certainly looked very happy. And they make a lovely couple!”

“Mom looked so happy when Faith clamped her…”

“And she was ecstatic when Faith took her upstairs!”

“Well she knew what she was gonna get!”

“And a well fucked Summers girl is a happy Summers girl eh sweetie?”

Buffy looked askance at her lover with a coy smile.

“I think Faith was pretty keen too!” Her eyes sparkled.

Dayna smiled sweetly.

“Well why wouldn’t she be? She’s probably giving you mom her third or fourth orgasm about now!”

“Oh I dunno baby…looked like Faith was going to warm her up first.” Buffy giggled.

“She looked quite warmed up on the dance-floor,” Dayna said approvingly. “But you’re probably right sweetheart.” Her hand slipped beneath Buffy’s skirt to squeeze her bottom, palming the swell of her rounded cheeks through her thin pink panties. “A well spanked Summers girl is the best way to start…I’m sure your mom’s ass is getting nicely warmed up…the sting of Faith’s hand on her poor bottom to get her in the mood to perform her wifely duties!”

“Ohhh…I-I’m sh-sure it is…ooohhh…”

Buffy’s knees trembled as her lover’s hands squeezed.

“Yes I’m sure she’s crying very nicely by now…”

“P-pr-probably!”

“Just like you would…hmmm…sweetheart?” Dayna continued. “A good, hard spanking before I fuck you?”

The petite blonde gave a soft gasping moan as her lover’s finger found her secret knot, pressing at the taut pucker through her the thin material of her panties.

“Ohhhhhhh…ohhh y-yes Mistress…you are going to spank me later aren’t you?” She looked up at her taller lover with a sort of shy smile, biting her lip.

Not that Dayna was naturally more than an inch or two taller than Buffy but her heels gave her an extra four inches and she seemed to tower over the petite blonde. Which was just how Buffy liked it.

“Of course I am darling girl.” Dayna confirmed. “I’m going to paddle and strap this delicious bottom until it’s on fire sweetheart. And then I’m going to fuck your tight little ass-eloh with a very big cock!”

“Ohhmmmuhh,” Buffy moaned, her sphincter beginning to surrender to the pressure of her lover’s finger as it pressed through her panties “I-I…hufhhufh…p-please…”

“Please what Buffy darling?”

“P-please don’t make me wait Mistress…”

****
Caridad

Nikki Wood put her arm around Caridad.

The younger woman looked up at her lover. Her dark eyes were hot with passion.

”Do you remember when that was us?” Caridad asked huskily. ”The night you seduced me?”

Nikki grinned. ”Oh yes!” she answered softly, her voice heavy with love and desire at the memory.

”I was such a little brat wasn’t I?”

”Was?” Nikki, raised a humorous eyebrow and Caridad blushed.

”I’m only a brat because you like me like that,” she pouted. ”It gives you an excuse to spank me!”

”Not that I need an excuse my girl!” Nikki said, her voice almost curt. ”I could bend you over and flip up your skirt right here and spank you right now if I felt like it!”

”Oooohh!” The dark pools of Caridad’s eyes windened and her breath came short. ”Y-yes y-you could Nik...just say the word...” her voice was deep now. ”And my panties will hit the floor so hard!”

The black woman raised an eyebrow.

”Show me,” she said.

Caridad was as good as her word. Bunching her skirt she slipped her thumbs into the waist band of her baby pink panties and tugged them over her hips and down her thighs to left them slide to her ankles.

She looked at her lover coyly.

Nikki licked her fingers. ”Give them to me and bend over Cari...I think this is the perfect time to warm your bottom!”

Moments later, with her skirt raised and her bottom bared the young hispanic girl cried out as the first spank struck her bottom.

And around her barely a soul paid notice.

****
Patty

Patty Johnson had known Joyce and Arlene and Lolly since they were all teenagers. She and her sister Portia had gone to school with them; they had been to their weddings to Ted and Donald and Dan; while they had perhaps drifted apart over the years as their lives took their own courses Patty was still stunned to see how the three of them now seemed to have embarked on lesbian romances.

It was all too confusing.

Not so confusing though as she found the company of the young woman Althenea – a friend of Faith’s. There was an undeniable frisson of something between them but it confused Patty. Her head spun and it was only partly on account of the third (or was it fourth) large glass of wine that the other woman had pressed upon her.

”Why don’t we take these drinks upstairs to your room?” Althenea asked with a look that said much. ”Where we can have some…privacy.” She looked around the room at numerous feminine couples, her eyes settling briefly where an attractive black woman was openly spanking the bottom of a girl with olive skin.

Patty’s eyes followed hers and widened in shock.

”I don’t know about you but I’m not much for all these PDA’s!” Althenea said. Patty felt a shiver. There was something about her English accent that made her heart beat faster.

”PDA’s?” Patty asked with a frown.

”Public Displays of Affection!” Althenea answered with a grin.

”Oh...I see...” Patty replied nodding, feeling things spiral out of control.

”So what do you say Patty – how about we go upstairs and engage in some private displays of affection?”

”Ohh...oh I-I d-don’t r-really know...” She looked doubtfully at the other woman. Althenea was undeniable attractive. She was a little older than Patty with long blonde hair; tall and athletc looking she was slender, lean against Patty’s generously sensuual curves. ”I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you...”

Althenea smiled at her and reached to stroke her face, her hair.

”I think you’ve got it the wrong way round Patty.”

Patty arched an eyebrow in query, not understanding. ”S-sorry?”

”You see it’s me that’s planning on taking advantage of you...”

Althenea leaned in to kiss her softly, taking red head by surprise and stealing her breath away. Her tongue flickered softly across the American woman’s woman’s lips.

”Ohhhmmmmmpfff...” Patty moaned softly.

”Mmmm...” Althenea purred looking the older woman up and down. ”I’m just dying to get at these tits!”

”Oh! Oh m-my!” The curvy red head stammered.

”Mmmm...I am a total boob girl...I mean I love a nice arse – and you’ve got a very nice, spankable bum Patty...” She squeezed her bottom making her squirm. ”But I just a love a woman with a great pair of tits...yes, in the end it’s all about the love-box – but these girls...mmmmmm,” she crooned, reaching to cup Patty’s breasts. ”You have great boobs babe!”

Patty blushed. ”Th-thank you!” she said shaking, confused.

”That’s ok – it’s just the truth gorgeous. I can’t wait to get you out of that dress...”

”Ohhhh...oh my g-gosh!”

”Ohh...so pretty... ” Althenea said kissing her again ”I just love the way you blush! It’s as if no-one ever told you that you had nice tits before!” Her tongue snaked into Patty’s mouth and the older woman slumped into Althenea’s embrace, pressing herself against her with a sigh of surrender.

Kissing her deeply their heartbeats raced together and Patty moaned as Althenea’s body moved against her.

”Come on,” Althenea said softly and pulling on her hand with a grin. ”Let’s go find somewhere private I can get you naked...once I’ve got you out of your knickers...then I can start to really take advantage of you!”

”Ohh...oh m-m-my...I-I d-don’t...”

”Shhh...” Althenea sooothed. ”It’s ok...there’s nothing to be scared of Patty...just the two of us...in your bed...naked...mmm...so I can explore your body...while you learn how to lick...mmm...”

”G-g-gosh...ohhh...”

Althenea winked at the older woman. ”So which way to your room?” she asked.

”Oh my...” Patty breathed again, panting now, keenly aware of the damp, swollen heat between her thighs, as she let Althenea draw her by the hand towards the stairs. She was suddenly aware of the reality – this woman was going to make love to her and there was nothing that she could do about it...even if she had thought she wanted to.

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