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Edna
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Chapter 5 (The Betrayal)
I was now facing one of the most difficult moments in my life; I had finally found happiness, and yet, it chose to neglect me, to disregard my hope; it laughed in my face, and threatened to walk away. It was happening again. Destiny had chosen not to embrace my joy, but to plague me with the bitterness of anxiety and uncertainty. So much at stake; so many beautiful promises of rejoice and future conquests, happy and unforgettable moments, now endangered by a menacing karma, a terrible presage soon to materialize, soon to take over my life.
I was torn between the dawn of innocent love and the temptation of an ardent awakening passion. Maybe I was being selfish to even entertain such unfaithful thoughts; yet, the harsh truth was that I didn't possess control of them, as they were the sole product of my weakness for feminine beauty.
How could I neglect such blatant and profound sensuality; how could I mitigate the flame that burnt inside of me when Lisa so openly offered her charms to me.
Megan represented the blossoming of a new beginning in my life; one filled with tenderness, and affection; caring, and understanding; she symbolized the purity of an innocently born relationship; one that signified the flowering of true and real love. Yet, a dark and unknown part of me was taunting with the complexity of my emotions; blurring the thin line between this love and my new growing desires; slowly empowering lust as the driving force, the element that threatened to drag my existence towards a delicious doom.
Lisa's bitter-sweet presence was testing my sanity; weakening my conviction; threatening to make me lose all control. Every time she would stare at me with her defiant blue eyes, I would totally melt under her gaze; her beauty would hypnotize me, and her sensuality would mesmerize me. Lisa's immaturity proved immune to any compunction or remorse, as her flirting became more shameless and audacious. She would constantly stare at me with a slight smirk, alluding to my weakness for her sublime beauty. Her confidence could be intimidating at times, and even though she was only 15, she knew, and perfectly understood the effects of her physical charms on me.
Sometimes after class, when I sat in the gym staring enchanted at my two best friends, Lisa would purposely bring her stretching exercises directly in front of me, and she would deliberately spread her legs, facing in my direction; enticingly offering me a view of the crotch of her shorts tightly pressed against her vaginal lips. She would then do subtle and seemingly meaningless actions, such as pretending to scratch an itch on her pussy, or she would simply pull her wedged shorts out of her slit, while keeping eye contact with me. These seemingly innocent actions would have a vehement effect on me, and I would immediately find myself distressed with guilt, as I would fantasize about having Lisa's shorts in my possession to nuzzle and smell at will.
Lisa's cleverness in hiding her actions from Megan somehow alluded to my dark side, making the prospect of unfaithfulness deliciously wicked and evil, almost irresistible.
The discovery of these alternate emotions was terrifying; they were unknown to my naturalness, and beyond my scope of understanding; their incorporation into my life was almost instinctual; incomprehensive to the nature of my ordinary feelings; yet, they were very powerful and undeniable; viciously torturing my pitiful mind, and pushing me deeper into the embrace of a dreadful fate.
Lisa was slowly becoming my sweet nemesis; teasing my debilitating character; playing with the fragility of my judgments; tampering with my lucidity. She represented the essence of the forbidden; the face of rebelliousness; the sinister part in the darkest recesses of my soul; she embodied the promise of a prohibited relationship, the taboo of an unbridled and wicked passion; the loss of all innocence succumbing to pure and unrestrained lust.
My internal battles had me on the very edge of irrationality; transposing themselves to every aspect and part of my life; fiddling with my inexperienced morality; interfering with my perception of right and wrong.
My dreams started to reflect the ongoing struggle in me, using Megan and Lisa as the main protagonists. In my dreams I would see Lisa smiling as Megan would shed tears, while falling to a very dark abyss; I would helplessly try to reach out for her arm, but I would fail every time. This frightening nightmare would reoccur every night; almost warning me of an ill-fate; alerting me with the presage of things to come; epitomizing the inescapability of a grim omen.
Lisa's immaturity and selfishness were more noticeable everyday, and her insensitivity and jealousy towards my relationship with Megan was becoming more conspicuous through her relentless flirting.
At times, as I walked down the hallway, she would come from behind and climb on my back, wrapping her warm thighs around my waist; she would place a very wet kiss on my cheek with her peach lips; then she would whisper something along the lines of: "Edna you are such a great friend." This playful display of friendship would make my knees weak, and would make my heart beat faster. Sometimes, as I sat alone in the stairs, just thinking; she would come and playfully sit on my lap, making sure to bend over in the process, bringing her buttocks directly in front of my face, blatantly showing me her ass cheeks spilling out of her tight shorts. I would find myself struggling in a conscious effort to look away; trying to avoid any moment of extreme weakness; yet, I would find myself trembling with nerves and desperation; helplessly repressing my burning desire to bury my face and nose between her firm and tempting twin cheeks. While sitting on my lap, she would innocently rub her bare golden thighs against mine, giving me a sample of their warmth and silkiness; testing the limits of my resistance, relentlessly placing me in the line of fire; lurking and awaiting for my defenses to surrender to her charms.
Lisa's aggressiveness and persistence were a testament of her stubbornness and immaturity; her desire to attain what she felt was rightfully hers. Maybe in her childish mind she felt that as my best friend, she deserved, and was entitled to all of the perks and privileges which I offered Megan; or maybe, her curiosity for the unknown was driving her relentless attacks on my weakening character. Yet, I knew, nevertheless, that all of her actions were a product of the closeness that she felt to me, and, even though she was playing with my feelings and emotions, I felt happy to know that I was somehow important in her life.
It happened on a warm and beautiful Tuesday evening, right after volleyball practice was over. I had been cheering for my two best friends as they played together in a tight and very competitive scrimmage. After their team had won, and the practice game was over, Lisa and Megan came to sit with me to share all of their excitement.
With Megan sitting to my left, and Lisa on the bench directly above me, I was immediately surrounded and enveloped by the scent of their sweaty clothes and perspiring body parts.
The hormonal scent of female teenage bodies was heavy in the air.
I could perceive the subtle scent of their perspiring underarms; a bit bitter, and sweet at the same time; it made my nose tingle, and my senses found it surprisingly alluring; the aroma of their sweaty clothes clung heavily, dampening the air with the scent of wet fabric; and then, their was the unforgiving scent of an overheated and sweaty vagina; unmistakable and undeniable; very warm and tantalizing; entrancing every nerve in my body, blurring my capacity to formulate coherent thoughts.
"Edna did you see that! We killed them!" Megan managed to cut right through the fog of sensations that I was feeling, voicing her excitement about winning the game.
"Aaa...ye-yeah...that was awesome!!" I managed to answer; trying my best to concentrate.
"Yeah...that was really cool! We like totally crushed them!" Lisa's voice came from behind; forcing me to turn sideways to look up at her.
As I turned to look, I noticed that my face was at level with her knees, which were energetically opening and closing, sporadically exposing her inner thighs in the process. I found myself immediately hypnotized by the motion of her legs, as I recorded every flash of inner thigh that she was giving me. Her legs looked unbelievable, and every time that she would open and close them, the swinging motion would bring a whiff of her damp crotch to my nose; my nostrils would automatically flare, as I found myself trying to capture as much of her scent as possible. My body was being unconsciously stimulated.
"Hey Lisa...I am going to go make fun of them! I am so glad we beat them! Now we won't have to listen to their stupid comments!" Megan was ecstatic about the victory, and she was showing it with her happy and cheerful tone.
Hearing Megan, I was immediately snapped out of my momentary hypnosis, and I turned to look at her as she was standing up to leave.
"Byeeee Edna! Lisa, see you tomorrow in practice! Weeee...we won!" Megan happily made her way towards the locker room, singing and hopping; doing her best imitation of a cheerleader, as she expressed her joy after a much deserved triumph.
I could only giggle as I stared at her cute and hilarious display of excitement.
Then, Lisa's low and raspy voice brought my attention back to her: "Edna... thanks so much for coming."
As I turned to her again, I thought I was going to faint. Lisa had slid forward on the bench, and had fully spread her golden thighs; giving me a close and intimate view of her blue shorts obscenely pressed against her perspiring and bloated vulva.
My hands immediately grasped the bench tightly, as I felt air-headed and ready to lose my natural balance.
The sight was just too shocking for me to handle, and I wasn't able to formulate a coherent thought. "Thhhh...thhhank...am...y-you are welcome.."
Even though I was able to emulate some words, my eyes were unconsciously glued to the sight in front of me.
With the sunshine filtering through the high windows of the large gymnasium, I could clearly appreciate every minute detail on Lisa's heavenly body.
I could see the almost platinum-blonde microscopic hairs, which adorned her legs, shining under the sunrays; they contrasted beautifully with her perfect golden tan. I could discern a handful of freckles, tastefully distributed along her lovely inner thighs; they looked like lustrous bronze specks, glazed by a layer of gold. Her lower inner thighs met with her butt cheeks at a slightly pronounced crease, which emphasized the delicious over hang of her beautiful buttocks. Her well rounded and firm thighs looked exquisite, almost like sweet caramel; I was in awe and enthralled by their luster and beauty. Yet, the ultimate and most forbidden prize was staring at me from in between her legs; proud, swollen, and perspiring, defying my ability to think; incapacitating the perception of my surroundings; deliciously hypnotizing me with its immeasurable sensuality. Lisa's crotch looked beautiful as it strained against her very tight and sodden shorts; the perspiration had made a wet triangle on the blue fabric, which framed the entire crotch area. It was a breathtaking sight.
As I took in the gorgeous view, I couldn't help but notice that my entire body was trembling, and my forehead had started to sweat; my body was gradually heating up, and I was feeling light in the head; I was trapped in a trance admiring Lisa's covered genitals.
Unconsciously, I moved my face forward for a better look; my thoughts were blurry, and my lucidity was hazy; I was being driven by my instincts.
"Gaawwwd Lisa!" My lacking clarity voiced my thought, which under sane circumstances, I would have preferred keeping to myself.
"Heyyyy, What are you looking at!" Lisa's tone was very playful, and yet very naughty. I was suddenly snapped out of my enchantment by her voice, and I couldn't help but to blush profusely at the realization of my unconscious actions.
As I looked up at Lisa, I could see that her face was flushed; sporting a cute and insidious grin; finding my entrancement for her charms amusing.
Then, she decided to tease my weakness a little, to test my limits of resistance.
"Wanna see something cool, Edna?" Her question was very enthusiastic, yet very mischievous.
"I-I guess so" My answer was nervous, and somewhat hesitant.
Brining her two hands down on each side of her crotch, Lisa wedged her shorts deeper in between her vaginal lips; then, thrusting her hips upward, she brought her crotch closer to my face.
"Camel Toe! Hehehehehehee"
Lisa's audacity, even though mirthful, proved dangerous and nerve wrecking to me; her action tested my coherency.
As I momentarily lost self control, almost mechanically, I brought my nose to within centimeters of her warm fragrant crotch.
Yet, somehow Lisa managed to pull away before I could take in her full scent.
Nervously observing around the empty gym, she couldn't help but to blush at my unexpected and desperate reaction to her mockery.
To my good fortune, the girl's volleyball team had exited the building, so we were the only two left in the gym, eliminating any possibility of unwanted witnesses.
Embarrassed by my shameless and unconscious action, I felt my face redden, and I found myself avoiding Lisa's gaze.
I didn't want to be read like an open book; I didn't want her to know that she had me in the palm of her hand; that I so desperately wanted it, needed it; that even though it went against my good will, my dark side yearned and implored for it. I didn't want Lisa to see the begging and pleading in my eyes; to sense the fragility in my heart; I didn't want her to witness the internal battle that I was slowly losing, giving way to my weakness.
Yet, Lisa's relentless attacks were not over; her schemeful and determined mind planned one last strategy, one last blow, one last tactic that would prove fatal; a veridical action that would finally manage to crumble the walls of my weakening fortress, and make me succumb to her implacable persistence.
With a saucy and mischievous grin, Lisa brought her hand inside her shorts, and while staring at me, she scratched her sudorous vagina with her fingers.
I could see the motion of her hand under the fabric, almost as if scratching an itch.
Then, slowly and hesitantly, she retrieved her hand and carefully brought her very wet digits to her now crinkled nose: "Uuuughh...it smells! Hehehehehe" With a flushed face, a crinkled nose, and a very naughty, yet lighthearted tone, she complained about the funk on her wet fingers.
My body was nervously trembling as I took in the sight of her moist digits; my mind avariciously imagining the scent and the taste which now saturated them.
Then, she delivered the smashing blow. Extending her arm towards my face, she brought her pungent fingers directly in front of my nose, and playfully asked if I was interested in smelling them:"Wanna smell?" Her tone was blithesome, yet impish and searching; carefully studying my reaction to her lethal proposal.
At that moment, I loss the battle; I totally surrendered; I could no longer fight my instincts. The vulgarity of her proposition was inflammatory and irresistible; the seditiousness of her offering sent me over the edge.
Driven by a dark and forbidden desire, I shakily took hold of her wrist, and brought her warm and moist fingers to my nose; closing my eyes in anticipation of my interdicting action, I inhaled deeply and diligently.
Her vaginal scent was deliciously painful; consuming and ravaging; enchanting and spellbinding; it's peppery and raw musk slapped my nostrils with its delicious warmth; it mystified my eyes, and liquefied my taste buds; it accelerated my heart rate dramatically, making me lightheaded and incoherent.
"Lhhiiisaaaa...hmmmm...whhhy are yhhhouu doing thisss to meee" My voice was breathless and airy as I kept Lisa's fingers tightly against my nose. My entire body was reverberating from the effects of Lisa's drugging aroma.
"Do you like it?" Lisa asked perkily; her tone amused from my sozzled reaction; yet, increasingly confident of the effects of her charms on me.
Shamelessly defeated by Lisa's incantation, I suddenly became magnetized to the tantalizing heat irradiating from in between her legs; then, almost like a heat- seeking torpedo searching for its target, I released her wrist, shuffled around on the bench, and while resting on my knees, I secured my face in between her warm thighs.
My action was spontaneous and almost involuntary; driven by the unconscious promise of a most coveted, yet illicit treasure.
As I became enveloped by the muggy aroma of sweat, and the warmth emanating from Lisa's silky skin, I couldn't help but to nuzzle and sniff her left inner thigh as I followed the trail leading to her ambrosial center.
This produced a tickling sensation on her flesh, which sent shivers up her spine, causing her to giggle and tremble sporadically.
"Ednaaaa...heeeheehe...that tickles" Lisa chuckled, as her thigh quivered deliciously.
As my nose reached her hot and humid crotch, I sniffed loudly and unashamedly; expressing the raging desire that burnt in my guts; the intense and voracious hunger that roared in my depths; I was showing the effects of her relentless sensual attacks; I was admitting to an inflamed desperation after all of her torturous flirting.
Nestling my nose in between her pouting lips, I couldn't help but relish her warm spiciness; her scent was raw and musky; very primitive, and very hormonal; it had a faint touch of pee, which made my nose tingle; it was an incredible bouquet of aphrodisiacal female musk.
Her fragrance was exquisitely forbidden; the smell of the prohibited; the aroma of betrayal; the bitter-sweet perfume of infidelity.
Losing all control, I started babbling incoherent thoughts as I wedged my nose deeper in between her hot pussy lips: "hmmmmm...I wanted this ssshhooo much Lhhiisaaaaa...thhhannkkksss"
Lisa jerked a little as she felt my nose penetrating her hole, my forward pressure had caught her by surprise-"ayyyyhhh"
Then, she couldn't help but to giggle as she started to enjoy the feeling of my nose pressing in between her vaginal lips:"hehehe...Edna, you are so crazy"
I was now avidly nuzzling her crotch, sniffing her pussy at will; I was floating on a cloud of musky female aroma.
Then, I felt a hand caressing my hair, lightly scratching my scalp, it felt all too familiar now; it gave me comfort and reassurance; it conveyed caring and understanding; almost making me feel less guilty; yet, it made me shiver, as I sensed that her caresses came with a deceiving purpose. Lisa was about to unshackle the inevitable.
A childish and inquiring voice: "Ed-Edna can you show me?"
Her voice was subtle and a little anxious; it displayed a bit of conflict.
Not understanding her request, I raised my gaze to look into her beautiful blue eyes. Her face was flushed, and her expression was a bit nervous; it displayed guilt, and excitement; desire; she was communicating her need to satisfy her immense curiosity; her thirst to experience the unknown and forbidden; she was expressing the need for my hot mouth on her cunt.
My heart started pounding in my chest, and suddenly I had a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. This was the moment of truth; the passage to the completion of an inescapable omen; the one way road that would lead to the materialization of an undeniable fate.
I became tongue-tied and speechless; my whole body was trembling, and my throat felt dry as a desert. I was in a momentary state of paralysis as I took in Lisa's inquisitorial gaze.
And then, Lisa delivered the chaos.
With a flushed and nervous look, she carefully searched the gymnasium to make sure that we were alone and unobserved; then, bringing her right hand down to her crotch, she pulled her shorts to the side, displaying her bare vagina.
As my eyes took in the most heavenly beauty of all; I felt undeserving and unworthy of such divinity. Her genitals had an almost religious effect on me; demanding worship and veneration.
Lisa's vagina was majestic in a monumental way. Her outer lips were very puffy, giving her entire vulva an obscenely swollen and aroused look. Her inner lips were engorged, almost bloated; slick and waxy in appearance; their dark pink color gave them an angry look, which accentuated their unblemished surface; it made them look like sensuous pouting lips pleading for a hungry kiss. At the top of her slit, her clitoral hood stood out of her puffy lips; proud and irresistibly defiant. Her hot hole was very pink and lustrous, almost fluorescent; it looked very slick and creamy--with thick strands of vaginal fluid stretching across her inner lips, and dribbling down their surface; a testament of how ready Lisa was to satisfy her curiosity; to feel my lips and tongue.
As I took in the glorious view, my mouth was salivating at an alarming rate, forcing me to constantly swallow my drool as I was secreting an excessive amount. The powerful effect of the sight that I was taking in had me extremely dizzy and lightheaded; I was close to fainting from such shocking beauty.
Then, staring straight into my eyes and soul, Lisa slid further down on the bench, and pushing her crotch upward, she asked me with the sweetest pout:"Pleeeeease?"
And so it came to pass; the inevitable and unavoidable; I could not deny the hunger in my depths, the desperation in my heart; the pleading in my soul; I was ready to walk down the path of delicious infidelity.
Bringing my drooling mouth to Lisa's pussy, I French kissed her entire vulva frenetically and passionately; sucking her saturated inner lips into my mouth, and absorbing her slick vaginal pre-cum. Her taste was delicious, and I couldn't help but moan as her fresh and warm flavor sizzled in my taste buds.
As my mouth made contact with her hot vagina, Lisa gave out a loud grunt as she expressed the new sensations that she felt with her initiation to receiving oral pleasure: "Ugghhhhh...whaoooo" Lisa's reaction came with a slight buck of her hips as she closed her eyes to concentrate on the feeling of my mouth.
Her vulva was very hot and buttery; and her adolescent taste was very wild and spicy; her sweet and sour flavor was slightly garnished by a very faint, but acrid tang of urine, producing new and alluring sensations in my irrigated taste buds. Her warm and oily pre-cum served as an exquisite appetizer, preparing me for a much awaited main course; and I couldn't help but to moan, as I enjoyed its taste and slickness in my tongue.
I was lapping and sucking on her puffy lips with gusto and desire; I was being driven by the insanity and illegality of our encounter; by the mere wrongfulness of the act. There was no looking back now; I had reached the point of no return.
As I avidly kissed and tongued Lisa's calid vulva, I was sporadically met by spastic hip thrusts, which at times threatened to bruise my lips.
Lisa had started to sob and whimper; expressing her appreciativeness of my oral services: "Awhhhhhh...so th-tha-thats what it feels like"
Then, with her eyes tightly shut, she started to avidly caress my hair; taking every chanceful opportunity to accommodate my mouth on a spot where she found it more pleasurable. Her quickly acquired assertiveness, even though irregular, wasn't really surprising; it fitted perfectly with her inquisitive and outgoing personality.
Lisa was a very outspoken and sincere person; always saying what was in her mind, even if it revealed her stubbornness and immaturity; her sole purpose in life was happiness, and her mind was always set on achieving it; even if it required the active help of others along the way. So the reflection of such characteristics in her sexual life was not a breakthrough or discovery, only a mere fact to be accepted.
"Yessss...Edna that's good" She was starting to voice her pleasure, and her reactions were increasing my libido.
Every now and then, she would wiggle her hips or shift on the bench trying to accommodate my tongue in between her labia. Yet, I would ignore her requests as my mouth was entertained fiddling with her wet pussy lips. I was thoroughly enjoying the gluey moisture that I felt as my lips kissed her moist cunt; the smacking sound produced from the sealing contact was exquisite, and it was very expressive of my passion.
Every time I sucked and released each vaginal lip, Lisa would squirm and giggle; expressing the sensation that she felt from the suctioning motion: "Hmmiiimmm...Edna that feels kinda weird"
I was passionately sucking each labium individually in my mouth; laving them with my salivating tongue; relishing their tender and meaty texture; I was avidly making out with her cunt lips. They were extremely swollen and kissable.
As I fiddled and devoured Lisa's slick labia, her hips continued wiggling to accommodate my tongue in between her lips; she was physically asking me to penetrate her hole with my tongue.
Succumbing to her distractive thrusts, I gave her pussy lips one last firm and stretching suck, and detached myself from her.
As I looked up into her blue eyes, she was smiling down at me with a very flushed face, and a look of amazement.
"Gawwd Edna...that's wonderful...c-ca-can you put your tongue inside my pussy...pleeeaseee?" Her plead came again with a sweet pout and a slight look of desperation.
I couldn't help the tawdry grin in my face as I nodded my head in affirmation; telling her that her wishes were my commands. It made me feel somewhat cheap and slutty to succumb to her pleads so easily, especially given the illegal nature of our act; yet, the knowledge of our shared unfaithfulness made it thrilling and overpowering; and somehow, the wicked and almost evil thought of it, raised my hunger and desire to new heights.
Brazened by the prospect of the deliciously immoral act, I attacked her pussy with impudent hunger; pushing my stiffened tongue through her slick labia and into her hot hole.
Lisa jerked and groaned as she felt my stiff tongue penetrating her virginal orifice: "Auuuuch...aghhhhh ghhawwd yessss" Her complaints told me that she had never had something so deep inside her pussy. I loved the fact that I was her first; I felt privileged to be the first one to impale her gorgeous pink pussy.
Her cunt hole was very hot and creamy; it had a viscous and gelatinlike texture, which adhered to my tongue almost like a perfect fit; it felt great as it snuggled my tongue into a very warm embrace.
Relishing the tight feeling of Lisa's vaginal orifice wrapped around my tongue, I couldn't help but to moan in pleasure- "Hmmmmmmhmmmmm"
The reverberations of my moaning somehow traveled from my vocal chords to my tongue, transferring the vibrations to Lisa's canal; this elicited some giggles and chuckles from her: "Heeehhehehe...Ednaaa stop...hehe" Her rasp voice and lighthearted tone indicated that she was receiving both, pleasure and excitement from my ministrations.
Yet, I was just getting started. As I became more inflamed with passion, I started to push my tongue in and out of her, very slowly at first, just letting her get used to the feeling.
This immediately elicited some more sobbing from Lisa, as she relished the friction of my coarse tongue along the walls of her canal. "Yesssss...Ednahhhhh, I like that"
The back and forth motion of my tongue in her vagina was producing wet squishy sounds, which were crystal clear in the empty gymnasium; a very familiar symphony to me, yet incredibly arousing under the circumstances.
The lethargic impaling of my tongue in her pussy was having its effect on Lisa, and she slowly started to secret more of her thick warm cream. My deliberately slow thrusts were causing her vaginal fluid to accumulate on the flat of my tongue, and with each stab a bit more would pile up. I scooped up a substantial amount of her offerings before gravity sent it trickling down the back of my throat. Its warmth and peculiar tanginess felt amazing as it deliciously moistened and titillated my tonsils.
It felt great to now that I was nursing on such an incredibly beautiful girl like Lisa; I was grateful that she was openly sharing her intimacy with me; it made me feel very special.
As I became more emotional, my passion and desire heightened, and I started tongue fucking Lisa's vagina vigorously. I was stretching my tongue to its limit, filling her entire hole with each lunge.
"Ughhh...ughhh...ughh...ghhawwd Ednaaahhh" Lisa immediately started groaning as she felt the intensity of my thrusts; and her hips started pushing against my tongue, as she tried to find a harmonic rhythm between my mouth and her crotch.
Every time I stuffed her hole, her vaginal walls would apply pressure to the back of my tongue, almost as if trying to hold it in place.
Given the subtle clue, I decided to show Lisa my newly acquired skills; I stopped my tongue thrusts, and left my tongue buried to its rim inside of her vagina; then, very slowly, I started wiggling my tongue inside of her calid orifice.
As Lisa felt my tongue moving, her belly tightened and her crotch area pulsated in reaction to the new sensation; the serpentine motion of my tongue deep inside her canal made her moan and whisper.
"Heeeemmmhhhh...that is so cool...aghhhhhhh" Her tone was very playful, yet it reflected her growing lust.
Testing my patented skill, I started wiggling my tongue rapidly and fervently; teasing and testing her limits.
Lisa immediately closed her eyes and started moaning in earnest as she attempted to soak in my lingual ministrations: "ayy...ayyy...ayyy...ayyy...ghhawd yess"
I noticed that her pussy started to secrete more of her heavy oils; and I found myself wondering if all vaginas would react to my tongue skills in such a beautiful way. That would have to be left to find out later.
The feeling of her gelatinous canal reacting to my tongue had me groaning, and I couldn't help but to shut my eyes in passion, as I took in the spongy sounds of my tongue wiggling inside her hot pussy. The wet noises emitted were a testament of my robust tongue movements.
Lisa was now giving me a hefty amount of her warm feminine cream; it was slowly wetting every part of my mouth, and patiently oozing down my throat.
At times, she would spray a weak jet of her pussy milk, which would caress the back of my throat, making me flinch every time, as the contact would catch me off guard. Yet, I loved the ticklish sensation that I felt as the mist hit my tongue and throat.
I was in the heaven of the unfaithful; living a wicked fantasy at the cost of betrayal; and every time that I met Lisa's gaze, my passion would become more frantic from the feeling of guilt; somehow remorse was acting as an odd exciter; taking my desire to new heights; filling me with a wicked and dark hunger for Lisa. Yet, such an inflammatory passion proved somewhat overwhelming, as it displayed its signs of tribulations; on one occasion, as I looked up at Lisa, I saw Megan's face looking down at me; she was shedding tears, and her face had a look of deep sadness and disappointment; this made me gasp and detach myself from Lisa's pussy; forcing me to take a deep breath, as I tried to clear my eyes from the disturbing vision.
As Lisa saw my look of anguish and preoccupation, she caressed my hair and asked me in a loving manner: "Are you okay honey?"
Then, as I nodded in affirmation, Lisa comforted me with sweet strokes, and tenderly pushed my head back towards her hot vagina, saying: "Its okay sweetie...I am here for you"; and as my mouth made contact with her drooling pussy, she closed her eyes in passion and moaned lightly- "Ugghhhhh...that's good baby...don't worry about anything else"
I took her words to heart, and returned to her slick muff with renewed hunger; impaling her hole with great desire.
As I went back to my tongue thrusts in Lisa's pussy, her grip on my head became a bit firmer; accommodating my head for more pleasurable results, and bobbing my head to the rhythm of her hips.
She was using my mouth to release the tension in her pussy; after so many hot and sexual questions and inquiries, she was finally testing the ride; she was satisfying her curiosity about my mouth in her own peculiar way.
It felt great to have her take command of our session, and I was eager to comply with her every request; and, as she started using my mouth and tongue in earnest, I looked into her eyes with love and satisfaction; letting her know that I was here to be used by her; to do whatever she pleased with me.
This newly acquired submissive role made me feel shoddy and slutty; yet somehow, I found it absolutely, beyond thrilling. Being selfishly used by this gorgeous teenager, for her utmost pleasure, was very exciting and stimulating; it was the materialization of a deep and dark fantasy; it was the most sensual of dreams coming true.
Having Lisa manipulate me so confidently was a testament of her assertive and inquisitive character; it was official proof of her self-assurance.
I found her dominant role very appealing, and worthy of submission; it felt great to be handled by so much beauty and confidence; making my compliance to her needs almost deserving.
Somehow Lisa could read the plead and need in my eyes; she could sense my immense desire for submission; and the mischievous grin on her face told me that she found the idea of such relationship exciting. Then, almost as if communicating telepathically, we sealed a mutual deal in which our roles were accepted in the birth of a dark and irrational relationship.
Almost mechanically after our mutual acceptance, Lisa started thrusting her hips harder against my mouth, while vigorously bobbing my head for maximum tongue penetration; her beautiful gaze locked on mine, defiantly showing me that she thoroughly accepted her part of the bargain.
As our passion elevated to new heights, we both started moaning, and expressing the thrill of our new confirmed covenant.
"Awwww...fuck Ednaaa...your tongue is incredible...fuck."
Lisa's foul language was a clear proof of the obscene nature of our new relationship.
I accompanied Lisa's tune with guttural moans, which were muffled by mouthfuls of hot puffy vulva every time my mouth thrashed against her crotch.
Then, as our moans and grunts became dangerously loud, Lisa became frightened that we would attract unwanted witnesses lingering right outside of the gym. So with a very sweaty and flushed face, Lisa grabbed my arm and hastily pulled me up on my feet; she started dragging me towards the girl's locker room: "Come on sweetie! Back there is safer!"
As soon as we entered the locker room, I noticed how warm and incredibly humid it was. The entire room had the subtle rancid scent of feminine sweat, and the musky smell of girl's underwear. It was the first time that I had ever visited the locker room of the girl's volleyball team, and I was in heaven knowing that the stimulating scent that I was inhaling, belonged to all of those firm and voluptuous, perspiring bodies. The musky room provided the perfect setting for the hot and nasty sex which we were about to engage on.
Lisa quickly pulled me to the very back of the room, where there were a couple of individual benches and several blue cushioned mats.
"Yesss...this is perfect!" Lisa's voice was very excited and enthusiastic, as she found the perfect niche for us to continue our session.
"Li-Li-Lisa...what about that door?" I nervously asked Lisa as I pointed towards a suspicious and threatening door which was positioned to the left of the area in which we were about to lounge.
"Oh, don't worry about that sweetie...it's a back door, nobody ever uses it" Lisa's tone even though reassuring seemed to be driven by impatience and desire.
Somehow this door gave out an ominous feeling; its menacing presence gave me the chills, and it made me a bit uncomfortable.
As Lisa noticed that I was still agonizingly focused on the door, she came to me once again, and placing her right arm on my right shoulder, she gave me a very wet and warm kiss on the cheek; giving me reassurance with sweet and conning words:"No sweetie...really...everything will be okay"
Her warm and wet peck accelerated my heart rate, and made me refocus on the delicious task ahead. "Okay" I managed to whisper as my heart was filled with trust and appreciation.
Lisa quickly turned around and bent over to unfold one of the mats; obviously for us to continue our steamy encounter. As she pushed her firm and rounded buttocks towards me, I couldn't help my lustful impulse; and, falling to my knees, I quickly pulled her shorts down to her knees, and started kissing her beautiful peach ass cheeks. They looked incredible under the dim locker room light, and their warmth felt great on my lips. She had the cutest brown mole on her left cheek, and I couldn't help extending my tongue to lave it; her entire buttocks was exquisitely adorned by shinny microscopic blonde hairs; making her flesh live and lustrous; extremely delectable.
Lisa had stopped unfolding the mat, and was now silently taking in my exploratory ministrations.
Then, as I moved from her mole, I started hungrily tonguing and kissing her butt cheeks, trying to get as much of her delicious flesh in my mouth as possible. Her skin had a faint, yet delicious saltiness from her sweat, which made my mouth water increasingly every time I lapped at her warm ass flesh.
Lisa started mewing and giggling; enjoying the wet and ticklish sensation of my licks and kisses-"hmmm...hehehe...that's awesome."
Then, ready to explore the unexplored, I carefully placed my hands on each of her firm butt cheeks, and separated them to look at her asshole. I could only breathe deep and swallow hard, as I took in the majestic beauty of the puckered hole. The brownish-tan halo that surrounded her hole looked incredibly delectable as it encircled her peach-grayish asshole like a glistening crown.
Mesmerized by the beauty of the sight, I unconsciously brought my nose to the puckered hole, and sniffed its warm, earthy scent. Lisa's asshole had a slightly crude, but sweet anal smell, which immediately made my mouth water with desire; its aroma was very appealing in a femininely, yet animalistic way; and I couldn't help but to moan and express my feelings, as I took in the anal aphrodisiac: "Hmmmm...ohhh...Lisahhhh your asshole smells great."
Hearing my words of lust, Lisa couldn't help but to giggle at their vulgar nature-"Heehehehehe...Ednaaaa, you are so nasty."
Her chuckles and giggles seemed to have a winking effect on her asshole, causing it to open and close quickly and repeatedly; somehow this cute and awkward display triggered my exploratory spirit, and I decided to test its reaction to my lingual ministrations. Bringing the tip of my salivating tongue to the mouth of Lisa's asshole, I pressed it in very delicately, just to feel the quick contractions of the hole squeezing around its diameter; her anal ring had a moist and rubbery texture, a bit gluey and sticky, and it felt very hot on my tongue, almost fever pitch; its sweet and tart taste was very subtle, and yet very peculiar; its salinity and spiciness, even though very faint, were very flavorful and enticing; quickly inviting my tongue for a deeper and more invasive penetration. As her asshole expanded and contracted around the tip of my tongue, there was a very subtle squishy sound emitted, which for unknown reasons, I found extremely amusing.
Then, becoming more engrossed with my explorations, I pushed my tongue deeper inside Lisa's asshole, eliciting a fairly audible grunt from her in the process: "Uggghhhh...Ed-Ednaaa...w-what are you doing"
As her hot and extremely tight anal passage wrapped around my tongue, I could feel her heart beats faintly pulsing on my tongue.
Then, almost instinctively, I started slowly thrusting my tongue in and out of her asshole; trying to get her to relax her hot rectum for a more enjoyable penetration. The heat and texture of her asshole was delicious, and the mere obscenity of my explorations had me inflamed with lust and desire.
Lisa's groans were becoming more audible, and with each tongue thrust her hot anus was slowly starting to relax. "Ughhhhh...ughhhhhh...th-thats kinda nice...ughhh" Lisa's voice was airy and broken as she expressed the sensations she was feeling.
Extremely excited by Lisa's moaning, I started jabbing my tongue in and out of her asshole quickly and vigorously; deliriously enjoying the feeling of her most intimate hole embracing my tongue.
Lisa quickly acquired a rhythm in tune with my tongue thrusts; pushing her buttocks back against my mouth, as she moaned and complained about my energetic penetrations:"Auuchh...auughh...ughhh...yess...ugghhhh...ghhhaawwwd."
I was making love to her anus in a very nasty and vulgar manner; and every now and then Lisa would clench her butt hole tightly around my tongue, impeding the impaling motion; I would then be forced to retrieve it, only to lave her ring and French kiss her asshole, as I was not willing to surrender any second of our deliciously prohibited encounter.
Fully engaged in our `anal tango', the locker room became very warm, and we slowly started to perspire from the increasing humidity, and form our level of activity. Lisa's butt cheeks were becoming moist with perspiration residue, and a couple of sweat drops were trickling down her crack, and onto my active tongue; I immediately swabbed her ass crack, absorbing the salty perspiration in the process, and relishing its live taste; then, I flattened my tongue and started laving her entire ass flesh; wiping her sweat and tasting her hot and humid skin.
With all of the nonstop activity, my tongue started to hurt from its strenuous campaign.
Yet, Lisa would not allow such feebleness; as I decided to rest my jaw and tongue momentarily, Lisa quickly discarded her shorts; she immediately raised her right feet, and placed it high on the locker directly in front of her, spreading herself wide open in the process; then grabbing me by the hair, she slightly jerked my head, motioning for me to get under her thigh to continue pleasuring her. This subtle display of dominance made my blood boil, and my heart stump with passion; and I immediately ducked my head and sat on the ground under her rounded thigh, impatiently waiting for further instructions. The view from this strategic position was breathtaking; her gaping cunt was showing its slick and very pink interior, which was adorned by glistening strands of thick pussy cream threatening to drip onto my face. The sight was mouthwatering. Then, as Lisa managed to perfectly balance herself on one foot, she placed her hand on the back of my head and slowly pushed it towards her pouting cunt.
As my face moved closer to her pussy, I couldn't help but notice the resemblance that her vaginal lips had with sensuous mouth lips; and as my mouth made contact with her very hot vagina, I started kissing it ardently and affectionately, almost as if I was kissing my long lost love. It was a very wet kiss; and her warm secretions were smeared all over my lips as I made out with her meaty labia. The kiss was extremely sloppy, but very passionate.
Lisa immediately started rocking her hips as she expressed her lust with guttural moans-"hmmmmm...hmmmmm...urrghhhhh"
Then, as her passion grew, she broke the kiss, and while tightly holding on to my head, she started rubbing her entire crotch area all over my nose and lips; she was smudging my face with her slick cream, vigorously jerking her hips against my face, and I was thoroughly enjoying her rough play; at times she would rub her fragrant asshole on my nose for further stimulation, and I would use the chance to take in her wild and sensual aroma. I was in musky heaven being smothered by Lisa's most private parts.
Then, as her rocking motion became almost frenetic, she lost her balance, and landed on the blue pad, which she had laid out on the floor. The fluffy mat cushioned her landing, preventing her from getting hurt.
I instinctively crawled to where she was; yet, my purpose was not to comfort her, but to get in between her legs.
Lisa's face was extremely flushed, and it had a distant look of pleasure. "Oh Gawd, look how much I am sweating!" She attempted to take a momentary break as she wiped the excess sweat from her forehead; her eyes were glazed, and she appeared to be high-"Heheheheh...damn Edna, this is so much fun" Her words appeared to be driven by mere lust and desire.
Then, acquiring a more serious and sensual look, she gazed straight into my eyes, and with a very naughty grin on her face, she slowly spread her sweaty thighs wide; and, while placing her left foot on the bench, she slid forward until her elbows were touching the floor; the resulting posture was very obscene and revealing, giving me a- `come suck me off' vibe, which immediately made my stomach roar with frantic hunger and desire.
Desperately, I fell on my stomach with my head in between her hot thighs, just admiring the beauty of her fully naked vulva. I immediately noticed that her clitoral hood was extremely swollen, and her clit was fully peaking out of its sheath. The pearl looking nodule was simply adorable, and its defiant and erect stance made my tongue itch with desire to lick and suck it. Yet, I would have to wait for such delight, as Lisa had something else in mind. Bringing her hands to her vagina, she ever so slowly pried her swollen lips open, showing me her creamy interior, and insinuating her wishes to me. The lewd squelching sound produced as her lips separated was extremely arousing, and the sight of her cum stretching in the process was simply breathtaking. The sight was getting me ready for Lisa's warm pussy milk.
With a mischievous grin, Lisa bit her lower lip and decided to tease me a little:"Do you think it's pretty?"
Her childish taunting, even though, seemingly innocent, had an almost evil undertone to it as she blatantly alluded to the fact that I found her charms irresistible.
Unconsciously playing along with her wicked mockery, I slowly nodded my head in affirmation, entranced by the gorgeous sight in front of me.
Then, amused by her absolute control over me, she asked a most pretentious question: "Do you want to put your tongue in my pussy?"
Losing all reserve, I gazed into her blue eyes, and with a pleading look, I shamelessly whispered the magic word:"Plheeease" My voice was a bit airy and somewhat broken, as my emotions were shaken from Lisa's sweet taunting.
Finding my reaction to her mocking amusing, Lisa couldn't help but to giggle out loud; finding my desperation almost hilarious. Then, seeing the agony of desire in my face, she realized the necessity and voracious hunger that I was experiencing.
Looking straight into my eyes, she eased the pain by giving me a most formal invitation to feast on her cunt:"Edna, sweetie...you know I am here for you." Then, with a mischievous look, she lowered her gaze to her crotch, signaling for me to suck her off.
I immediately attacked her pussy with animal-like hunger; pushing my tongue deep inside her hole, and tongue fucking her in earnest.
As soon as I stuffed her hot hole, her juices spilled out of her orifice with a faint splash from the impact, and Lisa gave out a disturbingly loud grunt, almost as if she was in pain: "Auuughhhhh...jeez Ednaaa...Ughhhh!"
I became slightly worried that I might have hurt her, but when I felt her hands on the back of my head, I knew that everything was going to work out fine.
As my tongue went in and out of her pussy, I noticed that she was thoroughly flowing, and her viscous juices were constantly soaking my tongue and lips; Lisa's cunt was very excited and it showed in the amount of warm pussy milk that she was giving me. At times when I stopped my tongue thrusts, and just sucked her entire vulva into my mouth, Lisa seemed to let herself loose, and I would feel a warm and subtle jet of hot pussy juice on the back of my throat; this would make my heart jump, and I would find myself avidly swallowing the sacred offering.
The room was filled with Lisa's mewing grunts and the spongy and squishy noises of my mouth working on her flowing pussy; such lewd symphony acted as an exciter as we found ourselves increasing the level of activity in our session.
Lisa's hips were rocking up and down, and side to side; trying to get as much pleasure as possible from my willing mouth. I found her stamina and resistance amazing for her first time, and even in the middle of our courtship, I could only think of how many more hotter, and longer sessions awaited in the near future.
As I eagerly kept up with Lisa erratic tempo, my stretched jaw started to ache from the prolonged activity, and so at times I would stiffen my tongue and allow Lisa to take full control of my head and mouth to continue pleasing her hungry pussy.
When Lisa would become tired of doing all the work, and my jaw was well rested, I would continue our courting, in a calmer, but very sensual pace; slowly pushing my entire tongue up her pussy, and then wiggling it to enjoy the velvety texture of her vaginal walls. This action would elicit faint sensual moans from Lisa, as she made it clear that she found this technique most alluring-"Hmmiiimhhh...unnghhh...loooove that Ednahhhh." I would alternate between this slow pace and a more energetic tongue fucking, as I attempted to maintain our high level of passion and desire.
We were having amazing discovery sex at the cost of betrayal, and somehow it made it all sweeter.
Yet, this wicked and brutal fantasy wouldn't last long; things were about to change forever.
Fully confident and relaxed, we were enjoying an intimate session of my tongue lazily fucking her pussy, when suddenly there was a clacking sound of a door opening.
Then, everything seemed to move in slow motion; I heard Lisa's loud and frightened gasp; her face suddenly pale, like if she had seen a ghost; the back of the locker room became extremely bright and illuminated, blinding me momentarily. Utilizing my lateral vision, while keeping my tongue in Lisa's muff, I could make out what seemed like an angelic presence standing in the doorway; with the sun set directly behind the silhouette, it was very difficult to recognize the mysterious figure; from the long hair blowing in the wind, I could tell it was a girl, but I couldn't unmask the perpetrator. Yet, her presence felt very mighty, somehow endowed with the power of judgment; I was frightened and humbled, and there was that unmistakably ominous feeling in the air; I knew that my life was about to take a drastic change.
Then, as my tongue unconsciously kept thrusting in and out of Lisa's vagina, everything became clear. The mysterious figure stepped away from the light, and suddenly I felt a powerful squeeze in my heart. Life played a conning and deceitful trick on me; elevating me to a high level of bliss, only to let me fall in the face of a most hurtful reality. It was Megan; her eyes shedding tears and her face flushed with a sad look of disappointment. She had forgotten something, and almost prophetically, had returned to collect it. As she took in the disgrace before her eyes, the look in her face expressed confusion and disgust. And, as Lisa kept rocking her hips to the rhythm of my tongue thrusts, I couldn't help shedding tears of pain and desolation. I had let my good friend down, and I knew that she would probably hate me forever.
Yet, in the midst of feelings and emotions, lust was the ruling and driving force; ever present in my heart, driving and exposing the darkest and most wicked parts of my soul. Somehow the discovery of our illegal act exposed a most malevolent and depraved side of our being, and unconsciously we seemed to increase the rhythm and tempo of our copulation in the presence of Megan; moaning and groaning in front of her; energetically fucking as she looked in disbelief; then, inflamed with a most wicked and sinister passion, I took Lisa's clit and started sucking on it loud and hard, right before Megan's teary eyes. Lisa could only moan and curse, as her eyes rolled to the back of her head from the sudden stimulation:"Aaawwwghhhhhhh fuckkkk...yesss...fuckk...ugghhhh"
Driven by an unknown force, I couldn't stop myself from crying, and I couldn't stop sucking on Lisa's slippery, and deliciously erect clitoris; and as she started bobbing my head up and down, using me to better pleasure herself, I couldn't help but moan from the excitement of having her dominate me in such an indecent manner in the presence of Megan:"hmmmmm...hmmmmm." Somehow, knowing that Megan was watching us, made the situation thrilling and perverse; undeniably and wickedly delicious.
Lisa was quickly getting to the point of no return, and she was showing it with her increasingly louder grunts and moans.
Then, as Lisa reached her limits of resistance, she started bucking her hips wildly, and while holding on to my head with an iron grip, she yelled out from the top of her lungs; then, pushing her hips upward, she obscenely ejaculated in my mouth:
"Aaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy....shhhhhhhhiiiiiiiitttt......aaawwwwwghhhhhhh"
Immediately a strong jet of hot pussy milk hit the back of my throat, causing me to choke momentarily as I anxiously tried to swallow the sacred and intimate elixir; Lisa kept squirting small amounts of thick cum with each after shock, until she fully came down from her ravaging climax; then, in one last defying and immoral exhibitionist act, she looked at Megan straight in the eyes, and while releasing the tension in her vaginal muscles, she grunted out loud, and forcefully squirted one last spurt of hot pussy cream in my mouth-"Unnghhh...ghhawwd!"
This was just too painful for Megan to watch, and inflamed with choler and anger, she screamed at Lisa with all her might: "LISA YOU ARE A FUCKING BITCH!" And turning away from the hurtful sight, she stormed out of the room.
Such vicious and defying behavior from Lisa, even though unnatural, wasn't really surprising, given her unpredictable personality. Maybe it was a mere reflex of passion, or maybe it was a vengeful act; yet, her crude display of dominance proved daring and disturbing.
As the door slammed shut, darkening the room to its normal lighting, it signaled the completion of an inevitable omen. It defined the realization of my worst nightmare; the probability of a life without love; the start of a grim and painful journey. All of my dreams and hopes went away as that door closed behind Megan; all of those joyful and happy moments we had spent together--now bound to never happen again. How could I ever look at Megan again in the eyes; how could I ever apologize, after having her go through so much pain and grief, specially after all she had done for me; it would only take a miracle to redeem myself, and to get her back in my life; such thoughts were extremely painful, and I couldn't help the constant tears in my eyes, and the knot in my throat. I could only hope that destiny would bring her back to me, proving that miracles do exist.
The next couple of weeks were the worst weeks of my life. I was living in constant pain and anguish. I would cry and suffer everyday, almost religiously. Megan was being cold and indifferent to me; she would ignore me at school; she would not talk to me, or answer my phone calls; in class she would sit in the front leaving me to sit by myself in the back of the room; when I would write her notes of apology, she wouldn't even read them; and instead, she would just tear them to pieces, and trash them in my face; when I would attempt to talk to her, she would simply turn away from me, and nonchalantly start a conversation with somebody else; at times, when I became desperate, I would attempt to forcefully stop her on the hallway by grabbing her arm, only to have her snarl at me, and say something along the lines of: "Edna, get the fuck away from me!"
I was literally deteriorating from shedding so many tears; I lost all my appetite, and I wouldn't leave my room when I was at home. I tried everything possible, from knocking on her window at nights, to even knocking on her door during the day. Yet, nothing seemed to work as she was determined to completely erase me from her life. I couldn't understand how somebody with such a sweet and giving heart had become so cold and apathetic; and even though I knew that I was the only one at fault, I felt at times that her extreme cruelty was unmerited.
I had started to lose weight, and my grades were reflecting the product of my unhappiness and disregard. My eyes were permanently swollen from so many tears, and my demeanor and appearance weren't healthy.
Yet, when I had suffered enough, and I was about to give up, I started to see what I thought were positive signs. At times, I would meet Megan's gaze, as she would be staring at me with a worried look; at other times, she would give a me the faintest of smiles, as she would catch me looking at her with sadness; this would make my heart stump with joy, as I would feel the slightest of hopes that maybe she would forgive me; and even though it was clear that she would probably never talk to me again, the simple fact that she had chosen to forgive me in her heart, made me rejoice with happiness.
Then, it happened one beautiful day. After teaching me a cruel and unforgettable lesson, life showed me that faith and hope are stronger than any shortcoming in a person's life, and that only through them can miracles be possible.
Excusing myself from my mathematics class, I went to the restroom to wash my face; and as I looked in the mirror, I started crying uncontrollably as my mind had a sudden flash of Megan's beautiful smile; it was extremely painful to know that I would never talk to her or hear her voice again; and as I reclined against the wall, I couldn't help sinking to the ground with my hands covering my mouth, muffling my sobs of grief and pain. Then, as I opened my eyes, through the blur and haze of tears, I could see that I was not alone in the restroom; immediately clearing my vision, I recognized Megan looking down at me; there was a tear trickling down her left cheek, and she had a look of hurt and worry; she had seen everything; with her own eyes, she had witnessed all my pain and suffering; yet, she didn't say anything and turning away she walked out the door.
I took a couple of minutes to compose myself before heading back to the classroom. Once I entered the room and walked to my chair, I noticed that there was a folded piece of paper on top of my notebook. I immediately opened it, and as I recognized Megan's handwriting, I couldn't help but to gasp out loud. The note was short, but very touching and significant; it brought tears of joy to my eyes as I read it over and over again. The note read:"I am so sorry...please knock on my window tonight." At the bottom of the note there was a cute little heart with her initials inside. I couldn't help but rejoice with frantic giggles, as again tears started flowing from my eyes.
Miracles did exist after all, and I was experiencing the most beautiful of them all. The possibility of recovering true love and friendship felt wonderful; it made life worth living; having someone like Megan was a true gift of life, and a testament that most people are capable of judging, but only great people are capable of forgiving.
As I walked home from school, everything seemed to smile at me; I felt like the sun was only shinning on me, and the birds were only singing to me; I felt like the warm breeze was exclusively caressing my skin, and flowers were blossoming along my path. Every face I came across had a warm smile and a look of tenderness; I was walking on a cloud of joy in my own little world of happiness.
At home, I was ecstatic and bouncing off the walls; my life had meaning again, and I wanted to let the entire world know about it; I wanted the world to know that, now more than ever, I had a reason to breathe and wake up every morning; that deep inside of me there was a well of never ending faith; that I never stopped believing; that even though I was a weak person, I was still alive, and still deserved a chance; I wanted to let the world know that I had been blessed with true friendship, and with the miracle of a second chance.
In the shower, I couldn't stop singing with joy, and in my room I couldn't keep my eyes off the clock. I was anxiously waiting for the sun to settle, so I could start my journey towards happiness.
As soon as my clock read 7:00PM, I walked out the door and started towards Megan's house. Walking down the sidewalk, I couldn't help the butterflies in my stomach as I didn't really know what to expect. I didn't know what Megan had in mind, but I would've gladly accepted a slap in the face if it was necessary, as long as she talked to me again. I only wanted her to acknowledge me; to make me feel that I was still existent in the most remote part of her life; I wanted her to breathe life into my soul with her presence and her voice.
As I stood in front of her house, my heart was beating fast and hard; I couldn't help my nerves as the moment of truth had arrived. Without thinking much about the consequences, I walked up to her window, and knocked on it several times; my hand was shaking with excitement. As I saw her familiar silhouette approaching the window, I held my breath, and attempted to calm myself down.
When the window opened, I couldn't help the broad smile of happiness in my face, which was equally returned by Megan as we looked at each other in the eye. The look of tenderness in her face immediately set my entire being at ease, and I was able to breathe again. The good old knot in my throat started to tighten, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Yet, Megan managed to usher me in before I got extremely mushy and sentimental.
"Edna come in please" Her whisper was very soft and musical; very tender and caring.
With a bit of effort, I climbed up her window, and after some shuffling and twisting, I found myself inside her cozy room. As I composed myself and looked at Megan, I noticed that she was wearing her volleyball t-shirt, and the cutest blue miniskirt, which came only a few inches below her crotch area; I thought it looked perfectly comfortable for sleeping; and even though inappropriate, given the nature of my visit, I couldn't help salivating, as I took in the beauty of her shapely and perfectly tanned calves and thighs.
Regaining my focus, I managed to tear my eyes away from her legs; and as I looked up at her, I noticed a naughty grin on her face, as she had seen where my eyes were focused earlier. I couldn't help but to blush at my imprudence, especially under the given circumstances.
Then, becoming sentimentally serious, I was about to pour my soul out to her, when Megan anticipated the movement of my lips by placing her right index finger on my mouth, signaling for me to stay quiet: "Sshhhhhh...sweetiehh...its okay...just sit down...I have a surprise for you"
Her whisper was very loving and understanding, yet very seductive.
I was a bit confused, as I didn't know where she was coming from; yet, I didn't really care what she did, as I was extremely happy and grateful of being in her magnificent presence.
Then, I felt the pressure of her finger on my lips pushing me down; very slowly I sank to the carpet, and placing my back against the bed, I kept my eyes closed and eagerly waited for Megan's surprise.
I sensed some movement in front of me, and I could hear the sound of fabric; my mind tried to formulate images of what was happening in front of me, but that proved helpless; so instead of inducing false expectations, I decided to relax and let things happen.
Then, I felt a presence directly in front of me, and a heat tantalizing my face; my nose perceived a warm aroma, which made my skin tingle and my heart beat faster. Unconsciously I started to tremble as I recognized the spicy and primitive scent; it was the smell of a very excited and aroused vagina.
When I felt tender fingers caressing my hair, and an angelic voice whispering: "you can open your eyes", so much became clear.
The sight was simply heart-stirring and plain gorgeous; Megan had discarded her miniskirt, and was standing in front of me with her crotch only inches away from my face; her vagina looked extremely excited and swollen; it looked like a drooling ravenous mouth ready to attack my face; it was leaking thick cum strings, and it had a very angry and inflamed look to it; it seemed to quiver and pulsate at will, making it appear very live and aroused; at the top of her slit, her clitoris was bloated and fully erect, begging for a much needed and wanted sucking.
Yet, there was something very prophetic in the bigger picture, as I looked up at her t-shirt, I saw the number 3 emblazoned in the fabric; somehow the scene looked vaguely familiar; I had seen this somewhere else-'but where?'- And then, it all came back to me; it was the dream; Megan was the mysterious figure in my puzzling dream; our relationship had been revealed to me, before it was even consumed--'how did I miss it!'--It had been in front of me the entire time, staring me straight in the face; yet, I had managed to ignore it and disregard it; but, NO LONGER, as I was here to fulfill the prophecy.
Then, I heard Megan's broken and airy voice: "Edna, I've missed you so much." And, as she slowly applied pressure to the back of my head, I understood everything perfectly. Those desolate weeks of pain and grief in which I had suffered greatly, she had suffered with me. The entire journey of heartache and agony, I had not been alone, for she was with me; Megan had been experiencing what I was experiencing; feeling what I was feeling; she needed me just as I needed her; and now it was time to make up for that lost time.
With tears in her eyes, she pushed my face against her heated vagina, and I desperately started devouring her. She immediately filled my mouth with hot cum that she had been secreting from all of her pent up passion. I had never seen her cunt so excited, and I was beside myself making love to it. >From the way she was flowing, I could tell that she had been thinking about my mouth during all of those lonely weeks.
"Awwwghhhh...Ednahhhh...I-I-I'm...am so sorry...unghhhh...I was s-so mean." She started voicing her sincere apologies, as she kept her eyes shut, while enjoying the feeling of my hot mouth on her pussy. And, even though I was the only one that should have been apologizing, at the moment, I felt that the best way to do it was to suck on her.
"Ohhh gawwd...yessss...it-its been so long." Megan was freely expressing her feelings.
Her moans were getting me both excited and sentimental, and I couldn't help but to start tongue fucking her leaking hole with tears of joy in my eyes. As soon as she felt my tongue penetrating her canal, she grunted out loud and started caressing my head in appreciation, as she was physically expressing her accumulated desire after so much time.
If there was a better way of making up, I couldn't think of one; and I was certainly sure that Megan couldn't either. Having hot sex was the best and most intimate way of apologizing and getting reacquainted. We were sharing our intimacy and feelings; telling each other through moans and grunts, that our friendship was real; that no matter what, we were there for each other; it was a thrilling and fulfilling experience.
Megan was giving a good dose of warm cunt milk, and I was eagerly swallowing it; yet, this time her spicy offering was much more special; it represented a token of our true friendship. Her thick cream stretched from my tongue every time I pulled away from her hole, and it was simply beautiful to witness the level of her excitement. I was in heaven after I had been put through hell for several weeks; this experience had somehow strengthened our resolve, and we were ready to leave all of it behind; we were ready to move on with our unique and marvelous friendship.
As I became extremely hot with passion, I brought my hands to her very swollen vaginal lips and stretched them wide to lave and scour her hole. Unconsciously I focused directly under her clitoral hood and started tickling her now visible peephole as I became suddenly amused and attracted to it. This action elicited some squirming and faint squeals from Megan, as I had never stimulated her in that way before. Her reaction was quite entertaining, and as I continued fiddling with the cute little orifice, she accidentally squirted a bit of hot pee in my tongue. As soon as she realized what she had done, her face reddened and she started apologizing with utmost shame: "Haaaa...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Edna please I'm sorry."
She kept apologizing and putting her hands to her mouth in shame, as she blushed from her unconscious accident. Looking into her eyes, I smiled, and swallowed the hot and salty trickle of urine, which had become diluted with her tangy and hormonal fluids; the acidity of her pee somehow blended perfectly with her warm cream, making the experience more enjoyable. This seemed to put her at ease, as I silently told her that I was willing to accept anything that she offered me; that at that moment the only thing that mattered was our friendship.
Quickly getting over her embarrassment, Megan continued to enjoy the feeling of my tongue deep in her hole as I went back to my energetic tongue thrusts. Megan was starting to rock her hips and bob my head with her hands, which told me that she was slowly approaching her climax. She was sporadically releasing spurts of hot cream, which would thoroughly soak my tongue and throat, forcing me to swallow immediately and spontaneously. All the signs were aligning, signaling the consummation of our love session.
Then, as I started to lick her very erect clitoris, her firm abdomen started quivering and contracting, and she started to moan out loud.
"Awwwghhh...awwwwghhhh...ughhhh...ughhhhh...gawwwd I'm almost there...ugghhhh"
And then, as I took her entire vulva in my mouth and sucked as hard as I could, Megan yelled out loud:"Aaayyyyyyyyyyyyrrrghhhh", and sprayed pussy cream all over my tongue and tonsils, and with the incredible and unforgiving intensity of the brutal climax, she couldn't help a short burst of very hot piss which hit my throat, immediately mystifying my eyes in the process. I gagged a bit, but managed to keep my mouth on her overheated vagina, to accompany her majestic orgasm. Totally spent, and with shaky knees, Megan gave out a couple of strained grunts, and splattered a few more spurts of dense cum in my mouth, emptying her vaginal orifice with pleasure and satisfaction. Then, almost fainting, she collapsed to the floor, falling on her knees first, and then laying her entire body on the carpet.
The magnitude of our passion was almost magical, and we both passed out right on the spot; hugging lovingly, like the great friends that we were.
That night, in the peace and serenity of the quite room, we poured our hearts out to each other; there was nothing left unsaid or unrevealed; we communicated honorably and sincerely, truthfully; we swore to each other that we would never hurt one another, and we meant it from the bottom of our hearts. We both shed tears of love and understanding, and we agreed that we would always stay together no matter how many obstacles awaited. We solemnly promised each other to protect and cherish our friendship forever.
In the midst of feeling and emotions, I humbly stood up for Lisa, explaining to Megan that she was only a mere victim of the whole situation; and that her desire to form part of our relationship drove her to act the way that she did. Somehow, Megan was very understanding, and we both agreed that we would be more careful not to ignore her, and that we would share everything with her, and include her in everything that we did. We both knew deep inside of us that Lisa was a really great person, and in spite of her immaturity and stubbornness, we both felt that she belonged with us.
It felt great to forgive and be forgiven; it was a true medicine to my soul; and on the way back home, I couldn't help the tears in my eyes, as I could picture a beautiful and joyful future, which promised to erase all of the despair and desolation that had plagued my life in the past. That beautiful light at the end of the tunnel was becoming bigger and brighter; ever so lightly warming my heart, and calling me to the encounter of a blesses and radiant future.
The next couple of days at school were wonderful; the three of us hung out like true best friends, and it felt great being together once again. We were inseparable, and everything that we did, we made sure we did it as a trio. We were being incredibly nice to one another, and even Lisa was being more mature and understanding. Everything was beautiful and perfect.
Megan had accepted the fact that Lisa too needed me in her life, and that she needed me sexually as well; so, the times that she would catch me fingering Lisa, she would only smile naughtily, but understandingly, and leave us to finish enjoying ourselves.
We slowly developed a very open minded relationship, in which everything was perfectly acceptable, and if something bothered us, we would just talk about it, and reach a peaceful and fair agreement.
At times, Lisa would walk in on me sucking Megan off in the Biology lab after class, and she would just giggle and say something along the lines of: "You two are crazy!"
Sometimes it would happen the other way around, and Megan would walk in on me rimming Lisa's asshole in the restroom stall, after volleyball practice; and she would just blush and giggle with her hands on her mouth, finding the sight of the filthy act amusing.
Our lives had taken a turn for the better and we were enjoying our youth to the maximum; we were living happy lives, and that was the only thing that mattered. We didn't care about anybody or anything else, except for each other; our unity was strong and unique; impenetrable and unflappable; bound to keep us together forever.
On a Friday afternoon, after volleyball practice, Lisa suggested that we had a mini slumber party at her house; her parents were out of town, and she was left with the entire house all to herself. Megan and I both agreed that it was great idea, as it was one more bonding experience that would add to our ever blossoming relationship. We were really excited, and started planning our overnight outfits; games we could play, and cool snacks we would munch on. It seemed like the prefect idea to start of the weekend; a great, fun and innocent get-together party.
Yet, little did I know that this was going to be the best weekend of my life.
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