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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
12,586
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Rebound
Chapter Three: Rebound
It was almost noon as Mandy walked up the steps of Anna’s apartment. Anna was Mandy’s new photographer for their college magazine. Almost routinely Mandy rang the bell, was allowed in and took the elevator up to the eleventh floor. All the while, her expression distracted and her thoughts were of the previous night. Heading down the hallway, Mandy recalled Anna’s playful voice on the opposite end of her receiver. Anna was a tall woman, slim with bleach blonde hair that always hung in a playful layered chop cut over her shoulders. The blue-eyed woman opened the door and smiled at her. “Hey Mandy! Come on in, I’m ready for you.”
Mandy stepped inside and looked around the spacious room, naturally lit by the sunlight. The camera was set up and so were the synthetic lighting systems. There was a rack of clothing Mandy neatly displayed beside the couch that she guessed she was expected to model in. In the middle of Anna’s beige leather couch was a dark purple vibrator.
“Oh shit!” Anna exclaimed quickly sweeping up the toy in her hand and holding it behind her back. Mandy let a smile creep up her right cheek. “It’s ok.” She reassured and then paused to ask, “May I see it?” Anna nodded slightly and handed her the vibrator. While Mandy examined it, Anna readjusted the lamp.
“Is something wrong, Mandy? You’re seeming a little out of it today.” She asked casually. Mandy remained silent and fingered the purple sex toy, flipping on the switch. The vibrator hummed and Anna continued to talk. “Man problems?”
Mandy nodded without saying a word and then flipped off the switch. Suddenly, Anna was behind her pressing her body to Mandy’s back. A tan arm reached around her and Anna drew a finger slowly down the shaft of the vibrator. Mandy held her breath. “You don’t need a man to please you.” The blonde drawled huskily taking the base of the vibrator in her hand and pulling away. The impression of Anna’s breasts still fresh on her back, Mandy turned to her bleach blonde photographer confused and breath taken.
The blonde woman had bent over, her heart shaped ass fitted snuggly into a translucent white skirt. Anna placed the vibrator gently on the lowest shelf of her TV display. Mandy found herself unable to pull her attention away from the woman’s ass. Her photographer stood up, turned around slightly with a teasing smile, and approached her slowly. Opening her mouth to speak, Mandy could not get a word out before Anna slipped her soft tongue into her mouth. Suddenly taken aback, Mandy’s mind raced but the sensation of Anna’s silk-like flesh threw out her worries and she embraced the blonde entirely. They kissed furiously, lips smacking, tongues swirling and sparkles of saliva trailing down their mouths. Behind closed lids, Mandy felt her blouse being unbuttoned quickly and before she could place when, it had slipped off her shoulders and onto the floor.
She had never really felt another woman before, but had always been curious. Anna shimmied out of her white turtleneck sweater and dropped her see-through skirt. Mandy pulled her lips away and took a look at her photographer’s body. The blonde was naked and Mandy realized that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her clothes. The thought of Anna preplanning this encounter aroused her. Without another thought, Mandy unbuttoned her jeans and zipped it down to reveal a peek of her red-laced g-string. She watched Anna bite her lip and reach towards her pants. The blue-eyed photographer slipped her hand down Mandy’s jeans to be greeted by a soaking wet shaved pussy. Mandy closed her eyes and let out a slow “Mmmmm…….”
She felt her pants being pulled down rough and in another forceful moment, their lips met again, hungrily. Without their mouths parting, both women drowning in pleasure eased their bodies to the floor, Anna over Mandy. Brunette ringlets bouncing, Mandy rolled her head back, eyes still closed, enjoying the tingling sensation that Anna’s kisses brought her. The photographer, who might as well be a model herself, migrated her kisses and licks from Mandy’s neck down her chest, between her cleavage and towards her nipple. Anna enveloped the dark pink diamond in her mouth and massaged it with her tongue. The friction of a warm tongue against her teat made Mandy let out a small moan. With another nibble, Anna continued her way down the woman’s body. The red g-string Mandy wore seemed extremely inviting as a single thread of fabric rested between the folds of her vagina. Coyly casting Mandy a seductive smile and licking her lips, Anna pulled the g-string to the side and took in the sweet smell of soaking wet pussy.
Mandy’s cunt was throbbing and hot. She began to whimper and beg; “Please…” she groaned her legs spread open in the air and head thrown back. Anna slid her tongue skillfully over the knob of Mandy’s clit and between her pussy lips. She shook her head a few times, lapped at the sweet juices desperately, and rubbed Mandy’s asshole in circles. It was bliss. The brunette has begun to moan repeatedly every time Anna’s tongue drew over her clit briefly. Mandy knew that she was at Anna’s disposal and she reached her hand down to pull the blonde harder into her.
Seconds later, something long and hard rubbed in place of Anna’s tongue. Mandy looked down and realized that Anna had introduced the dark purple vibrator into her vagina. The blonde would alternate between fucking Mandy’s hole with the vibrator and licking her juices off it. She moaned again. As Anna settle a finger on her ass, a tongue on her pussy and the vibrator on her clit, Mandy began to feel the familiar welling of condensed pressure inside her. “Oh!” she cried as Anna penetrated her. “Oh!” she said again when Anna licked up her ass and into her tight hole again. Another “Oh!” she exclaimed as Anna licked her even harder and faster. The blonde groaned into her pussy lips and Mandy was sent over the edge.
Letting out a long scream, Mandy began to spray. Her juices shot into Anna’s face and the woman caught it all in her mouth. She was loud and her moans filled the air. The sight of that made poor Mandy cum even more and soon the blonde’s mouth was filled. Before Mandy could finish, Anna buried her face back into the brunette’s pussy once more and drained the remaining cum. “No. Please.” Mandy begged, “I’m really - sensitive!” Anna continued with the same intensity and without another warning, Mandy cummed again and as Anna sat up, she squirted the long stressed stream of liquid all over the photographer’s breasts. As Mandy fell back, out of breath, she watched as the droplets of clear cum dribbled down Anna’s chest. Let out a sigh of relief, Anna pressed her bust against Mandy and the both collapsed in a wet mess.
It was almost noon as Mandy walked up the steps of Anna’s apartment. Anna was Mandy’s new photographer for their college magazine. Almost routinely Mandy rang the bell, was allowed in and took the elevator up to the eleventh floor. All the while, her expression distracted and her thoughts were of the previous night. Heading down the hallway, Mandy recalled Anna’s playful voice on the opposite end of her receiver. Anna was a tall woman, slim with bleach blonde hair that always hung in a playful layered chop cut over her shoulders. The blue-eyed woman opened the door and smiled at her. “Hey Mandy! Come on in, I’m ready for you.”
Mandy stepped inside and looked around the spacious room, naturally lit by the sunlight. The camera was set up and so were the synthetic lighting systems. There was a rack of clothing Mandy neatly displayed beside the couch that she guessed she was expected to model in. In the middle of Anna’s beige leather couch was a dark purple vibrator.
“Oh shit!” Anna exclaimed quickly sweeping up the toy in her hand and holding it behind her back. Mandy let a smile creep up her right cheek. “It’s ok.” She reassured and then paused to ask, “May I see it?” Anna nodded slightly and handed her the vibrator. While Mandy examined it, Anna readjusted the lamp.
“Is something wrong, Mandy? You’re seeming a little out of it today.” She asked casually. Mandy remained silent and fingered the purple sex toy, flipping on the switch. The vibrator hummed and Anna continued to talk. “Man problems?”
Mandy nodded without saying a word and then flipped off the switch. Suddenly, Anna was behind her pressing her body to Mandy’s back. A tan arm reached around her and Anna drew a finger slowly down the shaft of the vibrator. Mandy held her breath. “You don’t need a man to please you.” The blonde drawled huskily taking the base of the vibrator in her hand and pulling away. The impression of Anna’s breasts still fresh on her back, Mandy turned to her bleach blonde photographer confused and breath taken.
The blonde woman had bent over, her heart shaped ass fitted snuggly into a translucent white skirt. Anna placed the vibrator gently on the lowest shelf of her TV display. Mandy found herself unable to pull her attention away from the woman’s ass. Her photographer stood up, turned around slightly with a teasing smile, and approached her slowly. Opening her mouth to speak, Mandy could not get a word out before Anna slipped her soft tongue into her mouth. Suddenly taken aback, Mandy’s mind raced but the sensation of Anna’s silk-like flesh threw out her worries and she embraced the blonde entirely. They kissed furiously, lips smacking, tongues swirling and sparkles of saliva trailing down their mouths. Behind closed lids, Mandy felt her blouse being unbuttoned quickly and before she could place when, it had slipped off her shoulders and onto the floor.
She had never really felt another woman before, but had always been curious. Anna shimmied out of her white turtleneck sweater and dropped her see-through skirt. Mandy pulled her lips away and took a look at her photographer’s body. The blonde was naked and Mandy realized that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her clothes. The thought of Anna preplanning this encounter aroused her. Without another thought, Mandy unbuttoned her jeans and zipped it down to reveal a peek of her red-laced g-string. She watched Anna bite her lip and reach towards her pants. The blue-eyed photographer slipped her hand down Mandy’s jeans to be greeted by a soaking wet shaved pussy. Mandy closed her eyes and let out a slow “Mmmmm…….”
She felt her pants being pulled down rough and in another forceful moment, their lips met again, hungrily. Without their mouths parting, both women drowning in pleasure eased their bodies to the floor, Anna over Mandy. Brunette ringlets bouncing, Mandy rolled her head back, eyes still closed, enjoying the tingling sensation that Anna’s kisses brought her. The photographer, who might as well be a model herself, migrated her kisses and licks from Mandy’s neck down her chest, between her cleavage and towards her nipple. Anna enveloped the dark pink diamond in her mouth and massaged it with her tongue. The friction of a warm tongue against her teat made Mandy let out a small moan. With another nibble, Anna continued her way down the woman’s body. The red g-string Mandy wore seemed extremely inviting as a single thread of fabric rested between the folds of her vagina. Coyly casting Mandy a seductive smile and licking her lips, Anna pulled the g-string to the side and took in the sweet smell of soaking wet pussy.
Mandy’s cunt was throbbing and hot. She began to whimper and beg; “Please…” she groaned her legs spread open in the air and head thrown back. Anna slid her tongue skillfully over the knob of Mandy’s clit and between her pussy lips. She shook her head a few times, lapped at the sweet juices desperately, and rubbed Mandy’s asshole in circles. It was bliss. The brunette has begun to moan repeatedly every time Anna’s tongue drew over her clit briefly. Mandy knew that she was at Anna’s disposal and she reached her hand down to pull the blonde harder into her.
Seconds later, something long and hard rubbed in place of Anna’s tongue. Mandy looked down and realized that Anna had introduced the dark purple vibrator into her vagina. The blonde would alternate between fucking Mandy’s hole with the vibrator and licking her juices off it. She moaned again. As Anna settle a finger on her ass, a tongue on her pussy and the vibrator on her clit, Mandy began to feel the familiar welling of condensed pressure inside her. “Oh!” she cried as Anna penetrated her. “Oh!” she said again when Anna licked up her ass and into her tight hole again. Another “Oh!” she exclaimed as Anna licked her even harder and faster. The blonde groaned into her pussy lips and Mandy was sent over the edge.
Letting out a long scream, Mandy began to spray. Her juices shot into Anna’s face and the woman caught it all in her mouth. She was loud and her moans filled the air. The sight of that made poor Mandy cum even more and soon the blonde’s mouth was filled. Before Mandy could finish, Anna buried her face back into the brunette’s pussy once more and drained the remaining cum. “No. Please.” Mandy begged, “I’m really - sensitive!” Anna continued with the same intensity and without another warning, Mandy cummed again and as Anna sat up, she squirted the long stressed stream of liquid all over the photographer’s breasts. As Mandy fell back, out of breath, she watched as the droplets of clear cum dribbled down Anna’s chest. Let out a sigh of relief, Anna pressed her bust against Mandy and the both collapsed in a wet mess.