This story is a work of fiction with intergenerational themes and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts including masturbation and sex between teens and between adult women.
Huckleberry Muffins
by Deanna
While it was hardly her dream job, Kensington felt very fortunate to have even found a job in her field at all. Most of her fellow graduates were still jobless months after commencement. But Kensington had found a job at an accounting firm in a small anthracite coal town. The oldest partner was an alumnus of the same school as Kensington and had made a habit of hiring the top accounting student every few years and helping them get their CPA.
It wasn't so much the job that disappointed Kensington, but, rather, the town she'd be working in. It was a few hundred miles away from her hometown and she knew nobody there. She was unable to visit the town before accepting the job. Nor was she able to search for an apartment in person before she moved there and started the job. Instead, she read the listings online and inquired about the ones that looked promising. One listing read "Half double block, 3 bed, 1 bath with off street parking, small fenced yard and garage. Stove and refrigerator included. Washer/dryer hook up. Tenant pays all utilities (heat is gas forced hot air) and trash, owner pays taxes and sewer." The rent was at the high end of her budget, but the pictures looked nice.
Kensington rang up the owner and introduced herself.
"Kensington, is it? My name is Helen West. You sound very nice. Would you like a tour of the house? We can use Zoom."
Kensington soon received a text with the link and opened up her laptop entered Mrs. West's Zoom room. On the screen was the smiling face of a woman in her 50's. She had wrinkles around her eyes and wore her brown hair with gray streaks loose about her shoulders.
"Oh. You're very lovely," Mrs. West said when she saw Kensington on the screen.
Kensington blushed and smiled sheepishly. "Thank you."
"Well, let me take you on a tour. The house is one half of a double block. I live in the other half," Mrs. West said.
The house was beautiful. Kensington's parents also watched the tour and both Kensington and her parents asked questions about the house and neighborhood.
"You seem like a nice, level-headed young woman," Mrs. West stated after finishing the tour. "I think you would be a compatible neighbor."
"The rent is a bit high for what Kensington will be making," said her father.
"Oh," Mrs. West, said. "The listing is wrong. The rent is $450 a month. Not $650."
Kensington and her parents agreed that at that price this house was perfect. So, that August her parents helped move Kensington in. Mrs. West joined in to help with the unloading and unpacking. She got along famously with Kensington's parents, telling them all about the town and herself. It turned out that there was no Mr. West.
Later, as her tearful parents got into their car to return home, Mrs. West assured them, "Don't worry about Kensington. I'll look after her for you."
The first week was very stressful. Kensington not only was living on her own for the first time in a strange town, she also put in many extra hours at her new job in order to impress her boss. She arrived home that first Friday after 6 o'clock, looking and feeling dead tired. Mrs. West was sitting out on their shared porch.
"Oh, you poor girl," Mrs. West said sincerely. "You look beat."
"I'm tired and I'm hungry. I just want to eat something and get some sleep," replied Kensington with a sigh. "It's been a long first week."
"I'm just about to eat my dinner. There's enough fried chicken for two, if you want."
"That would be great," said Kensington. "I'm just too exhausted to make myself anything."
The lithesome blonde dropped her things in her half of the double block and hurried next door. Famished, Kensington quickly wolfed down the chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans.
"This is all delicious," Kensington gushed. "You are a great cook. I wish I could cook this well."
"I'll give you some lessons some time," Mrs. West replied. "But the best is yet to come, my huckleberry muffins."
"Huckleberry muffins?" Kensington queried.
"Oh, yes. It's an old family recipe," Mrs. West chuckled. "I pick the huckleberries myself out on Locust Mountain."
Mrs. West went into the kitchen and returned with two large muffins. Kensington accepted one and took a tentative bite.
"Wow! This is scrumptious," said Kensington.
After a few more bites, Kensington began to feel warm and flushed. It reminded her of the feeling of suddenly waking up from a deep, deep sleep in the winter at like 4:00 AM when she didn't have to be awake for many more hours. The feeling of the cold air in her bedroom against her face while the rest of her body under the thick blankets was all toasty warm. When Kensington had finished eating her muffin, Mrs. West brought her another. Kensington grew more and more detached and began to feel as if she had left her body and was floating across the room. She found the feeling incredibly pleasing.
Kensington and Mrs. West spent the next hour finishing their muffins, drinking coffee, and talking. They talked about the neighborhood and their likes and dislikes. Mrs. West even asked Kensington a little about her private life. She learned that Kensington?s life since high school had been all focused towards school and career. Even her boyfriends were very few and far between with friendship being her main focus. All in all, sex had been and still was a very low priority for her. Right now, she informed Mrs. West, her number one priority was her new career. Kensington didn't know why she felt so comfortable telling Mrs. West all these details about her personal life, but she felt like Mrs. West was her new best friend and confidant. Eventually, though, Kensington's weariness was overwhelming, and she excused herself.
"Thank you for the meal, Mrs. West. I really enjoyed it."
"You're welcome," Mrs. West replied. "I enjoyed getting to know you. And call me Helen."
Kensington smiled and said, "Good night, Helen."
Kensington stood up to leave and felt lightheaded and very dizzy. She wobbled and stumbled before Mrs. West grabbed a hold of her and asked, with genuine concern, "Are you ok?"
"I don't know. I feel funny," Kensington murmured.
Kensington was seeing spots and she suddenly blacked out. When Kensington awoke several hours later she was lying in her own bed in just her blue bra and panty set. Her head hurt and she had to pee.
I wonder how I got here? she thought.
It slowly all came back to her: dinner, Mrs. West, not feeling well. "Oh," she sighed with understanding.
She heard Mrs. West moving about down the hallway softly singing, "Have you seen her dressed in blue? See the sky in front of you. And her face is like a sail. Speck of white so fair and pale. Have you seen a lady fairer?"
Kensington had to go to the bathroom really badly, so she crawled out from under the sheets and began to make her way to the bathroom.
Mrs. West's voice called out, "Kensington, are you awake?"
Mrs. West entered the bedroom and said, "So, you are awake. Feeling better? You had me worried."
Kensington replied, "Much better, though I have a bit of a headache. I hope I wasn't a bother, but I really need to use the toilet."
"Go ahead," Mrs. West replied. "Use the bathroom and then get back into bed."
After she was done in the bathroom, Kensington crawled back under the covers. Mrs. West soon returned with some aspirin and a glass of water.
"I didn't see where you kept the aspirin, so I brought you over a bottle," Mrs. West reported.
Kensington sat up to take the pills. As the covers fell down, her cleavage came into view.
Mrs. West inhaled deeply and said, "I hope these help."
"Oh. Thank you," said Kensington. "I'm sure they will."
Mrs. West sat on the edge of the bed and said, "If you are sure you are okay, I need get back home and finish cleaning up."
"Oh, I'm okay now. I guess I was really tired," Kensington replied. "Thank you for dinner and for getting me home."
"Pleasure. If you need anything, remember I'm right next door."
Kensington later lay in her bed replaying the evening's events through her mind and eventually fell asleep and began dreaming. She is walking through the woods with a woman whose face she couldn't see. The woman is taller than Kensington, with red hair and a curvaceous body. It is a hot day and she and the woman are both sweaty. She and the woman stop and cool off under a waterfall. The woman and Kensington share a kiss, long and hard, tongues entwining, hands roaming each other's bodies. The scene shifts to Kensington lying on her back in the grass, nude, her legs spread for the woman. The woman climbs onto Kensington, licking and kissing her everywhere. Kensington feels the woman's hand and fingers aggressively rubbing her aching pussy.
The chimes of the grandfather clock striking 3:00 AM woke Kensington up. She found herself with her hand slipped under her panties and between her legs, a finger splitting the swollen folds of her pussy. Breathing heavily and aching for release, she groaned as her finger found her wetness. She dipped down further, collecting the secretions and smearing them up and onto her clit. She was way too aroused by her dream, so a few quick strokes and within a few seconds, she grunted and came, her hips jerking onto her hand, curling her body over herself as her deep orgasm contorted her body. A few minutes later, she drifted back to sleep.
Kensington awoke the next morning with her hand still between her sticky thighs. It took a few seconds for her head to clear and then she remembered her dream. Kensington had had a couple of boyfriends in high school and in college, but none of them had really interested her. She'd had sex a few times with one of them just to get it over with, but she hadn't enjoyed it. In fact, Kensington had never had an orgasm from intercourse with a guy and only just a few orgasms by her own hand.
What is happening to me? I've never thought about girls like that before, she thought.
Kensington had played soccer in high school and some of the girls on the team were lesbians. Like most of the girls she would have preferred just to put some sweats on and go home to shower after practice, but Coach Nikki had required that all the girls shower and change after each practice. The locker room had one big communal shower room with multiple shower towers with multiple spray heads around each one. With several girls crowded around each tower, there was lots of naked and fit female flesh on display. Kensington always quickly hurried through her shower and kept her eyes to herself but some of the girls obviously enjoyed looking at the other girls as they showered.
Reliving her dream from night before and recalling her high school locker room began to get Kensington aroused. Seemingly involuntarily, she removed her damp panties and got on her knees and straddled her pillow, positioning her pussy on top. She began moaning as her tingling clit brushed against the pillow, her hands gripping the pillow hard as she pushed her hips down. Slowly, Kensington started to rock her hips back and forth, gently grinding her wet pussy against the pillow. She held the pillow tighter, putting pressure on it as she started to grind a little harder. She let out a throaty groan as she rocked back and forth faster and faster, slowly beginning to soak the pillow with her wetness.
A wet smacking sound filled the bedroom as Kensington brushed the pillow harder and harder. Her ass started to shake, her hips moved back and forth, making the squishy noises louder. Kensington gripped the pillow tighter, moving her hips faster as her pussy rubbed against the pillow. She felt her breasts shaking on her chest and reached one hand up to tug on her left nipple, rolling it between her fingers to make it hard. Kensington gasped louder and ground harder, her body now covered in a thin glaze of sweat.
Her ass cheeks jiggled a tiny, tiny bit with each thrust against the pillow. A shiver ran through her body and Kensington picked up the pace, humping the pillow harder. Her hips bucked and her head dropped down as she started to gasp for air while she ground her pussy against the pillow as hard as she could. Kensington gulped and gave one last hard thrust before she started to come. Her body shook as she rocked at a slower pace, her pussy clenching the pillow and her clit throbbing as she soaked the pillow with her juices. Her hips didn't stop moving until she had completely ridden out her orgasm, biting her lip hard as her knuckles turn white from her tight grip on the pillow.
Kensington finally loosened her grip on the pillow and rolled on her side as her orgasm subsided. She felt the cool sheets against her sweaty body, her legs still shaking from her huge orgasm. Once her breathing came back under her control, Kensington turned her head to look at the mess she'd made. She let out a gasp upon seeing the huge wet spot on the pillow. An idea came into her head and Kensington picked up the pillow and brought it close to her face, her tongue darting out to give it a little sniff. Kensington moaned slightly as she felt compelled to keep sniffing the wet spot, breathing in her secretions and enjoying the slightly fruity odor. She lay there exhausted.
Later, Kensington put on her running gear and went for a long jog. She returned sweaty and exhausted. Mrs. West was waiting for her on the porch.
"It looks like you must be feeling much better. I was really worried about you," she said. "I brought you another huckleberry muffin. I know how much you enjoyed them last night."
"Thank you very much, Mrs. West" Kensington replied. "I just want to take it easy the rest of the day."
"Sounds like a good plan," Mrs. West said as the stepped back inside her door.
Once she was back indoors, Kensington ravenously ate the muffin. She then drank a large glass of orange juice.
I guess I really am hungry, she thought.
Almost immediately, Kensington felt a strong sense of focus that over quickly melted into her body. She quickly stripped naked and jumped into the shower. As the warm water rained down she washed her body from head to toe. Remembering her dream, she absent mindedly ran her hands over her body. She soon began to relax and become slightly turned on. She touched her pink nipples and watched as they stiffened from the feel of her own fingers. Soon her fingers wandered down between her legs and through her pubic hair. She could feel her pussy moisten as she slid a finger between its soft outer lips.
Kensington's legs began to wander apart allowing her finger to reach deeper inside her cunt. Her moans reverberated softly in the shower stall as her finger explored the inside of her pussy. The quivering lubricated walls grasped her finger tightly at first, but soon two fingers were gliding between the sodden lips of her inner vagina. As the two of fingers slid in and out of her increasingly wet pussy she began to massage her clit with her other hand.
As her orgasm approached Kensington's moaning became faster and louder. Finally, she felt as if she would burst as her body clenched with the anticipation of the oncoming orgasm. Her body hunched over slightly as she began to come. Her pussy quivered and her juices flowed as she vigorously wiggled her fingers deep inside her cunt. Her breathing was heavy as the rush of her orgasm raced through her nervous system.
When she had recovered Kensington pulled her two fingers from their resting place deep inside her pussy. Without any premeditation she brought the two fingers up into her mouth and slowly sucked them. She had never tasted herself before and she really didn't know why she decided to now, but she liked it. The taste reminded her of something that she couldn't quite place. Kensington sucked her fingers until she could no longer taste the fruity sweetness of her pussy.
Kensington shut off the water and stepped out of the tub. She couldn't help smiling as she dried off. Kensington had not been in a good mood the past few days, but after her orgasms last night and this morning and this most recent one she felt fantastic.
The next week went much better for Kensington. She started to feel comfortable at work. She was getting really good at her job and she had gotten to know her co-workers much better when they took her out for lunch on Monday to celebrate her first week with them. When the work week finished up on Friday, Mrs. West was waiting for her on the porch.
"I haven't seen or talked to you all week. I feel really bad about that. Let me make it up to you by making you dinner. I was going to grill some burgers in the backyard," Mrs. West said.
"That sounds great. I'll be right over after I change," Kensington replied.
As they ate their burgers, the two women talked about their week had gone. Once they had finished eating and conversing, Kensington thanked Mrs. West for the meal and rose to leave.
"Wait a minute," Mrs. West said. "I have something for you to make your week even better."
Mrs. West went into the kitchen and returned with a huckleberry muffin. Kensington?s mouth watered involuntarily.
"Here's the last of my batch of muffins. I've got to go huckleberry picking this weekend," Mrs. West said. "Maybe you can come with me some time."
Kensington thanked Mrs. West profusely and hurried into her half of the double block and began to eat the muffin. Very quickly she felt totally blissed out. Her body completely relaxed. Kensington soon felt a trembling shock that began in a spot over her spine and between her upper shoulder blades. Then the sensation moved down to her lower back causing a pleasant shiver of her whole torso.
Kensington decided to take a bath to relax even further. She started the bath, threw her clothes in the hamper and waited as the tub filled, adding bubble bath when it was about half full. She caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her face was very cute, clear skin, full lips, and bright big electric blue eyes. Her shoulders were strong and her arms were still muscular from her days playing tennis at her small private college. Her B cup breasts were perched perfectly on her chest, without any hint of sag, capped by slightly puffy dark pink nipples.
Her thighs were toned and there was just enough flare to her hips that a little gap was created below her vulva and the top of her thighs. Kensington turned to check the tub and realized it was full. Quickly turning off the water, she stepped into the hot water. Looking back in the mirror, she admired her bubble butt. It was perfectly toned and sat high, a leftover from her high school soccer career. She used to think that of all the things on her body, her long, toned legs looked the best, but her ass caught her attention and she admired its shape in the mirror.
Kensington lowered herself into the hot water and leaned back to relax. She lazily moved the water and bubbles over her body, soon dozing off as the tingling feeling in her body gradually dissolved. Twenty minutes passed and the water was cooling down and the bubbles fading. Kensington lazily hit the toe touch stopper button with her foot to drain some water so she could add some more hot water. She didn't want to rise out of the water to turn the water on, so she scooted down the tub to raise her foot to the handle. The faucet was fairly high on the bathroom wall, working the shower water as well. By the time her foot reached the handle, her hips were right under the faucet.
She spun the handle over to on and the water cascaded down her tummy and across her thighs. The sensation was a bit startling, but the rush of water felt nice, and Kensington let herself float a bit so that the water landed on top of her pussy right below the water line. The pulsing sensation was stimulating. Kensington unconsciously raised her hips to meet the water, and the stream became focused on the lips of her pussy. The flow of water was oscillating across her clit and back and forth through her folds. She rotated her hips back to aim her pussy directly into the stream. The sensation was overwhelming. Kensington was starting to breathe hard. Her elbows on the sides of the tub braced her position. Her abs clenched to pull her hips up, and her feet steadied herself against the wall. She began to move her hips in a circle under the faucet, and she could feel the pressure in her body building.
Kensington could feel her pussy clenching and releasing. She was lost in the waves of pleasure surging throughout her whole body. Her legs and arms started to wobble from the strain of holding her position. And then it happened. Her body convulsed, her shoulders rolling forward. Her eyes squeezed shut and a shudder rolled through her body. The contraction in her vaginal walls was powerful, and the wave of tingling delight surged through her body. Her hips collapsed away from the water as her legs shook uncontrollably.
Kensington was shocked by the power of the feeling of her orgasm. She gasped for breath being so exhausted from her strenuous exertions. She let her body rest and moved a hand over her pussy, cupping it with pressure. She turned off the water with her foot and floated in the water. Now she began wonder about the violent orgasm she had just experienced. What was she becoming? Everything seemed to have to do with sex lately.
Kensington's mouth was dry, so she slowly rose out from the hot bath. She felt lightheaded, yet completely and totally content. Kensington left the bathroom still completely nude and, feeling hungry once again, went to the kitchen to get something to eat. She noticed that she loved the feeling of walking around the house with no clothes on and made up her mind to do so more frequently.
Kensington searched the refrigerator for a snack and something to drink. As she bent over she could feel the cool air against her bumhole. She reached back and slid a finger across its wrinkled rim.
I wonder what it would be like to have something up there, she thought.
"Wait a minute. What am I thinking?" Kensington said out loud.
When Kensington arrived home after work the following Friday, she found a huckleberry muffin and a package along with a note on her kitchen table. The note read, "This package was left on the porch. I thought you might enjoy a muffin. Helen." Upon spotting the muffin, Kensington's mouth began to water and her body started to shake with anticipation. She eagerly consumed the muffin. Within minutes, Kensington began to giggle and her body starting tingling, which soon changed over to a whole-body buzz. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensations. Shortly, her mind began to clear and Kensington regained her focus, but she still felt lightheaded and vertiginous.
Now her attention turned to the package. There was no return address on the small box, just a typed label with her name and address. Kensington opened the package. Inside was an object made out of black porcelain, tapered with graduated thickness to 1.5 inches and about 4 inches in length. Immediately grasping its intended use, she scurried into her bedroom and quickly sat on the floor in front of her mirror. She slid her pants and underwear down and tossed them to the side. Spreading her legs wide, she exposed herself to the mirror. Her pussy lips were already swollen and pink.
Kensington wanted the butt plug in her ass right away, so no teasing was required. Her middle finger went right for her aching clit. Pushing her button side to side and circling it, she moaned and bit her lower lip.
Grabbing the tube of lubricant included in the package, she squirted some onto the plug and made sure it was fully covered. Kensington slowly traced a circle with her finger around her tight rear orifice, teasing just a little. She squirted some lube on her finger and rubbed it around her pale pink asshole. Pushing her finger in just slightly, then running it around in circles made her pussy even wetter. Holding the plug by the base, she positioned the smooth tip right at her hole and slowly pushed the plug into her ass. She tried to relax as she pushed the plug deeper inside. Feeling some slight pain, she withdrew it and then tried again.
Several rounds of insertion and removal were necessary, but Kensington was obstinate. Each time her ass stretched more and more around the plug. Finally, as she pushed it completely in, her ass clenched it tightly, as the base rested against her ass cheeks. Kensington opened her eyes to view herself in the mirror.
Kensington's pussy was totally dripping. She could see a stream of her juices trail down past her asshole to coat the plug embedded there. Immediately she started rubbing her clit now that she was fully impaled. She started tugging at the plug, twisting it around, sometimes just tapping it firmly with her fingers. Leaning forward she attempted to pull the plug out slightly because she wanted to ass fuck herself with it. Her ass did not want to let go. After some coercion she finally got it out. With the base resting against the rug, she pushed her ass downwards onto the plug, slowly fucking herself.
It did not take long. After just a handful of taps to her clit Kensington exploded. Her body stiffened and she threw back her head onto the floor as her pussy contracted and her ass gripped the plug again and again. The feeling was like nothing she had experienced before. The plug was so hard and when her ass gripped it, she couldn't help but moan loudly into the Pennsylvania night.
Kensington laid there totally stunned for a good minute. Lifting her head up, she gazed into the mirror once more. Her pussy juice was all over the base of the plug. She was a wet mess. Luckily, she had laid a towel on the floor. Kensington trembled as she pulled out the plug, viewing her gaping asshole in the mirror. She went to stand up but immediately had to sit back down because her legs were weak from her intense orgasm. Lying back down, she sprawled out on the floor in total happiness.
Kensington used to rarely have sex dreams. Maybe once or so a month her dreams would get a bit racy. Lately, though, she was having sex dreams nearly every night, like Tuesday night. She knew she was having a dream because she was floating in a field of wildflowers and the aroma filled the air as hands she couldn't see moved over her breasts and legs. It was wonderful. Each touch seemed amplified. There were at least three sets of hands working on her. Two of them focused on her breasts while one or two focused lower. Soft fingers gently worked themselves over her breasts and rolled and pinched her nipples.
Another night Kensington dreamed that she was again floating above a field of flowers. This time she felt hands rubbing her legs and squeezing and then spreading. Kensington loved the feeling as they got closer and closer to her pussy but never actually got there.
Initially, her dreams were very abstract, just disembodied figures. Eventually, the figures in her dreams became clearer. One night, Kensington was dreaming that she was being kissed. In her dream, Kensington opened her eyes to discover that she was kissing a woman. Not anybody she knew, just a woman. She'd never kissed a woman before, and the feeling of the woman's tongue slipping past her lips to flick at her tongue and over her teeth was so unexpectedly profound that Kensington found herself kissing back passionately. Kensington lifted her hands to her head and tangled her fingers in the dream woman's hair as their tongues wrestled. When the woman finally pulled away, she smiled at Kensington.
The images seemed even more real when Kensington dreamed that she was back in high school and had to return to the locker room after soccer practice to get something she'd forgotten in her locker. As she entered the locker room she heard moaning and slurping sounds. She rounded a corner and stopped suddenly. On a bench were two of her best friends and teammates, Erica and Sarah, naked in a 69 position. The sight of Sarah's dark hair falling over the pale white skin of Erica's thighs transfixed Kensington. She stood still and stared at the contrast of colors. She couldn't see Sarah's mouth, but from the angle of her head, Kensington knew exactly where it was and what it was doing. Erica was enjoying it. Kensington could hear her moans, muffled because Sarah's body was over hers and, with Sarah's pussy right over her face, it was obvious that her mouth was busy, too. Kensington could see the way Erica involuntarily pushed her hips up a bit against Sarah's face. Sarah lifted her head to move her hair out of the way, and her eyes met Kensington's. Kensington felt embarrassment flush her over her, but Sarah just smiled at her and put her mouth back down. This time she did it in a way that gave Kensington a perfect view of her little pointed tongue flicking over Erica's plump, pink pussy. The new angle seemed to work for Erica because her moans got louder. Kensington wanted to run from the locker room, but she couldn't. It was like she had no choice but to stay and watch. Sarah watched her, too. Most of the time as her tongue worked she kept her dark eyes on Kensington?s, and when she'd lift her head up briefly to rub at Erica's clit with her fingers, she'd smile that same beautiful smile at Kensington. Kensington stared as Sarah rubbed at Erica's pussy with her hand, and Kensington felt a wave of desire wash over her, making her cunt throb with need. Then, Sarah looked directly at Kensington and beckoned her over with the forefinger of her other hand. In her dream, Kensington found herself obeying her and stepping over until she was right in front of Sarah. Kensington got on her knees and she and Sarah began to kiss.
Kensington always awoke the morning after these dreams incredibly aroused. She resisted touching herself in the shower and, instead, held off until she returned home from work later that day. The wait only heightened her titillation. She knew she'd be spending the evening in front of the mirror with her butt plug.
One Friday after work, Kensington arrived home to find a package in her mailbox. She removed the box from the box and headed up onto the porch where Mrs. West was reading the newspaper.
"How was your week?" Mrs. West asked.
"I've been so busy, I haven't had time to do much of anything," Kensington replied.
"Well, I've been meaning to remind you that I'm leaving for my vacation tomorrow," Mrs. West said.
"That's right," Kensington remembered. "You wanted me to pick up your mail."
"Yes, and thank you," said Mrs. West. "I'd offer you some dinner, but I've already eaten. I've got to get an early start tomorrow."
"Oh. That's okay," replied Kensington.
"Let me get you a huckleberry muffin before I get to finishing packing," said Mrs. West. "I know how much you enjoy them."
Kensington's mouth began to water at just the thought of one of Mrs. West's huckleberry muffins. It had been a week since she last had eaten one and she'd been craving one for the past couple of days. She thanked Mrs. West for the muffin and hurried inside. As she quickly swallowed the muffin, she began to feel a warm tingling all over. Her befogged mind returned to the package. There was no return address on the label and no indication of who sent the package. Kensington carefully opened the box and gasped.
I know what that is, she thought. It's a vibrator.
The pamphlet called it a G Spot Rabbit Vibrator. Hot pink in color, the shaft was about eight and a half inches long and one and a half inches wide at the head. The pamphlet said that the vibrator contained three stimulators along with ten different rotation patterns and promised that the G spot stimulator vibrates in the vagina and stimulates the deep tissue so that your orgasm "erupts like the tide" and that as the G spot stimulator explores your vagina, the clitoral stimulators slightly and gently massage the clitoris. Attached to the shaft was what gave the object its name, a two to three-inch portion of silicone that was in the shape of a rabbit's head surrounding a vibrating bullet and from which two ears protruded, supposedly "perfect for rubbing and teasing the clitoris".
Kensington expected to have to charge the vibrator before she could use it but was pleasantly surprised to find that it was already fully charged. She quickly went to take a shower. While showering she brought herself to the edge of orgasm with her fingers several times, backing off just enough to keep herself wildly stimulated. After drying off, Kensington laid down on her bed on her back, which was her most comfortable position for masturbating. She placed the head of the vibrator at her pussy lips and started rubbing it up and down along her slit, letting the moisture from her previous foreplay lubricate the handheld machine. In just a few seconds, it was slippery enough to insert. Kensington positioned the vibrator at her pussy hole and pushed in slowly, opening herself up to its length and width. Her breathing quickened as she felt herself become adequately filled and she knew that she wouldn't be able to last long.
Fumbling with her finger, she found the switch and the toy whirred to life inside of her.
"Ohhh, fuuuuck," Kensington quietly wheezed.
Her pussy fluttered around the vibrator as it pulsated inside of her and the conflicting sensations drove her berserk. Kensington shut her eyes and she lifted her feet off her bed and the vibrator slid deeper into her and bottomed out. It felt to her like it consumed her whole body as the rabbit ears buzzed on her inflamed clit. Her hips began jerking as she plunged the vibrator in and out of herself, heavy sighs leaving her wide-open lips with each insertion. She thrashed about the bed and her knees buckled as a strangled scream tried to emerge from her throat. It was as though her entire body had received an electric shock, her back arching off the bed as she felt her quivering pussy flood with her juices.
The joints throughout her whole body suddenly locked in place which forced her to ride out her orgasm, every part of her body from toes to her shoulders feeling tight as she held her breath. She finally gulped in a new breath, slumped her back flat on the bed sheets and pulled out the vibrator, giving her sore pussy a break. Kensington could feel all the moisture in between her thighs dripping down between her ass cheeks. She had never been so wet in her life. The whole bedroom smelled like fresh, wet pussy and, oddly, a fruity odor she still couldn't place. Kensington didn't realize what a wonderful heady scent it was until that moment. She knew she'd be addicted to that aroma for the rest of her life.
Kensington was very busy at work and her nights were spent with her vibrator, so she had little contact with Mrs. West for several days after she had returned from her vacation. As the days passed, she began to crave another huckleberry muffin more and more.
It's like I'm obsessed with them, Kensington laughed to herself.
Then, that Friday, Mrs. West was waiting for her again on the porch after work.
"I haven't seen you for what seems like weeks. I feel like I've been neglecting my promise to your parents," said Mrs. West.
"That's all right," Kensington replied. "I've had so much to do at work I've just been coming home and going right to bed."
"Well, let me make dinner for you tonight," Mrs. West said.
"I can't," Kensington responded. "I made plans to meet some friends at Suglia's for pizza."
"Oh," Mrs. West answered. "Well, have fun and be safe."
As Mrs. West turned to go into her house, she paused and said, "I just made a batch of huckleberry muffins. Let me give you one to eat later."
As soon as she was inside her own door, Kensington devoured the muffin. Before long, she felt like she was floating on water and was overcome with a powerful, almost palpable, sense of euphoria. She heard her cellphone ringing.
"Hello."
"Kensington. It's Helen West. Are you sure you don't want to have dinner with me this evening? I've ordered some pizza. The delivery guy should be here in a few minutes."
"I'll be right over."
"Don't forget to text your friends that you won't be able to make it tonight," Mrs. West directed.
"Okay," Kensington replied.
Kensington was starved and ate most of the pizza while Mrs. West looked on with a bemused smile. Kensington grew drowsy as her stomach grew full, so she excused herself. She rose to leave when Mrs. West said, "I almost forgot. A package came for you. Let me go get it."
Kensington took the parcel home, along with several huckleberry muffins. Again, there was indication of who sent the package. She opened the box and gasped. It was a dildo. Made of flexible flesh-colored silicone, it looked lifelike and was maybe 10 inches long and an inch and a half wide. It came with a bulb attachment into which liquid could be added.
Who keeps sending me these sex toys? Kensington wondered, as she placed the dildo in her nightstand.
Kensington slept soundly that night and spent Saturday helping a friend from work move. After dinner that evening Kensington decided to take a bath. As she lay in the tub she watched her boobs float on the surface of the water. Her nipples stiffened under her gaze as the clock struck seven o'clock. Kensington moved her hand down to her pussy and slid a finger inside. She stroked the finger up and down her slit. When her finger bumped her clitoris, her body shook.
Kensington climbed out of the tub, dried off, and went into her bedroom. She took the dildo out of its packaged and laid down on her bed. She stared at the dildo for a few minutes, her mind a blank. When the clock struck the quarter hour, Kensington closed her eyes and began licking the silicone rod. She soon opened her eyes and saw herself in the mirror leaning against the bedroom wall as she sucked the artificial cock. Kensington became increasingly horny and was ready to fuck herself. She stopped sucking on the cock and lay back with her head on the pillows. With her knees up and her legs spread she positioned the erect cock at the entrance to her snatch.
Oops, she thought, I almost forgot.
Kensington jumped up off the bed and hurried into the kitchen. She poured some milk into a cup and heated it up in the microwave. She carefully filled the bulb with the warm milk and headed back to her bed. She pressed the head of the dildo toward her tight little hole. Kensington watched in the mirror as her pink lips began to open and swallow the head of the big cock.
It hurt her a little as she pushed the thick dildo inside herself. It took a bit of time to get the cock in so far as she could no longer see any details of the head. At that point she rested a moment so that her pussy could become accustomed to such a large object. Then slowly she worked it back and forth just a little. The sight of her pussy being fucked was more arousing to her than the actual feeling of it.
Eventually her pussy relaxed and she was able to push the dildo in a little more with each stroke. It didn't take long. Kensington had nearly three-fourths of the dildo sliding into her cunt when she felt her body begin to shudder. She pushed the cock in as deep as she could as her orgasm hit her like tidal wave of pleasure. She quickly squeezed the bulb and the warm milk ejaculated into her pussy. Kensington's hips thrust in the air and her screams echoed through the double block as a violent climax roiled her body. Her body was shaking and her heart was pounding as her pussy clenched onto the cock inside her.
Kensington's sex dreams were becoming less and less abstract and more and more realistic, filled with people she knew. And now, they were always about women. Kensington considered herself to be heterosexual, but now she was doubtful. She found it disconcerting.
If I'm not attracted to women, why am I always dreaming about them? she wondered. Does fantasizing about women make me a lesbian?
Kensington thought about how she was now noticing girls way more often than guys, about how she was beginning to find herself searching for lesbian porn way more. Never having really contemplated being with another woman in the past, for some reason the last few months, Kensington found herself looking at more girl-on-girl porn, reading lesbian erotica, and carefully scrutinizing pictures of naked women on the internet. With more thought she started to understand that she didn?t just notice women, she was actually constantly checking them out, way more often than men. She also realized that a lot of her bff relationships in high school and college ended after her girl friends got boyfriends and were no longer ?available?. She'd never thought of these relationships as having any sexual connotation, but now she wasn't sure.
Kensington fell into a new routine: Monday through Friday was devoted to work. Friday after work she had dinner with Mrs. West, who gave her a huckleberry muffin to take home. Saturday nights were devoted to masturbation.
One Saturday, Kensington had spent the day lounging around her house, naked as usual for her now on the weekends. Upon hearing the clock strike eight o'clock, she retired to her bedroom and laid down on her bed, dildo in her hand. Kensington removed the buttplug from the nightstand and squirted some lubricant right at the top, letting it trickle down the sides. She got some lube on her finger and rubbed it around her sensitive asshole. Grabbing the base firmly, she slowly pushed the buttplug into her ass. When her ass closed around the largest part of the plug, Kensington gasped.
Looking in the mirror Kensington watched herself twist the buttplug, move it from side to side, stretching her ass. At the same time, her hands found their way to her hard, pink nipples. She tugged on them, pulling them away from her body. Releasing them, her tits fell back against her body and bounced. Her clit and pussy grew more and more tingly. Kensington couldn't help it anymore. Her pussy needed to be stuffed.
Slowly sucking on her dildo to get it wet, visions began to appear in Kensington's mind, thoughts of being penetrated in both holes at the same time, images of multiple hands and tongues running all over her body and some distant presence nodding in approval.
Lowering the dildo to her pussy, Kensington pushed the tip in about two inches. This sent a shiver through her thighs as she pushed it in further and further. There was some resistance from the plug situated nicely in her ass, but the feeling was heavenly. Soon both toys were planted firmly inside Kensington. Feeling full and stretched, she started to rub her clit slowly, teasing herself.
Now that her body was used to the toys, Kensington started to fuck her pussy with her dildo as the plug remained still. She enjoyed how the buttplug made her pussy feel tighter as she thrust the dildo deep within herself. These newfound sensations were addicting. She did not want to stop. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her blasting her into delirium as they roared over her shaking body. Finally, Kensington wilted, completely spent and exhausted.
That night Kensington once again had a sex dream. She was alone in the showers following high school soccer practice. She got herself wet and stepped back to begin washing her face, shoulders, and the rest of her body. When she had soaped herself all over, she moved forward under the water again, turning her face upwards to let the soap rinse off. She ran her hands through her hair and over her face, rubbing at the soap as the water washed it away. Then she stepped back to bring her face out of the water so she could open her eyes.
Her buttocks bumped into something soft and warm. Kensington?s eyes shot open and she gasped in confusion, whirling quickly around. Emily, one of the seniors on the squad, was there, naked, with a big smile on her face. Emily raised her arms towards Kensington and pulled her in close so that the two girls could kiss.
Kensington's pussy was aching as Emily's tongue shot into her mouth. Emily's big naked breasts were rubbing and grinding and rolling against Kensington?s own smaller ones, and she could feel Emily's pubic hair against her inner thigh as the somewhat shorter girl forced her legs open and ground her pussy along Kensington's thigh. The sensations made Kensington dizzy and the two teammates staggered under the shower heads for several seconds before Emily's weight pushed Kensington back against the shower room wall. The big titted senior's tongue whipped around in Kensington's mouth.
Emily's right hand slid down and cupped Kensington's wet bottom, pulling her in even tighter as the two girls fervidly made out. Emily rubbed at Kensington?s pussy, and then forced a finger up between her vaginal lips, driving it deep inside her cunt. Kensington moaned passionately. Emily thrust a second finger into her body, and both fingers pumped in and out furiously as Emily's thumb searched for Kensington?s clitoris, found it, then ground down against it. Kensington went limp with delight.
Emily pulled back suddenly. Kensington stood weakly, swaying slightly. She sensed someone behind her. A pair of arms wrapped around her, cupping and caressing her breasts. Kensington could feel a girl's hard, pointed nipples pressing into her back between her shoulder blades. Emily had turned her back to her and was fiddling around with something she was putting around her waist. When she turned around Kensington saw that there was a long, thick rainbow-colored dildo sticking out between her legs.
Kensington trembled with longing. Emily stood right in front of Kensington, then kissed her deeply, her tongue slithering inside the mesmerized blonde's mouth. The girl behind her let her go and Emily took her turn cupping and fondling Kensington?s breasts. Emily bent to suck on each nipple. Kensington?s breasts were burning hot and her nipples rock hard. Emily continued to squeeze and twist the tender flesh, while she used her tongue, teeth, and lips to nibble, suck, and chew on Kensington?s throat.
Then Emily turned Kensington around so she was facing the second girl. It was Emily's younger sister Chloe. She was also wearing a rainbow-colored strap-on dildo. Chloe clutched Kensington tight against her chest, hugging her. Kensington felt Chloe's breasts and nipples pressing into her own. Chloe's dildo was pressing against Kensington?s cunt.
Kensington felt Chloe's hands on her hips, pushing them out and parting her long legs. Kensington was so wet that Chloe had no trouble lining the head of the dildo up against her cunt and thrusting it up deep inside her. Kensington wobbled as the dildo slid deeper and deeper into her. Chloe held her tightly by both hips as she began to drive the rubber cock in and out of her. The thick rubber dong slid back and forth inside Kensington?s tight pussy, rasping against her clit with each stroke.
Kensington groaned and moaned helplessly as her cunt was thoroughly fucked. She felt Emily's hands spreading her butt cheeks wide and then a soapy finger going deep inside her asshole. Kensington perceived the head of the Emily's dildo against her ass and, in her dream, her sphincter relaxed and allowed Emily's dildo in. She felt Emily's pussy hair against her ass cheeks and knew the long cock was concealed deep in her ass. Emily ground her hips into Kensington's buttocks as she twisted the dildo inside her.
A wave of dizziness struck Kensington and she clutched Chloe to keep from falling. Chloe gripped her chin and pulled her head up and back. Kensington kissed Chloe and squeezed her ass hard, jerking her forward, pulling the dildo up deeper into her snatch. It slid high and deep into her insides, nestling next to Emily's dildo high up in her ass.
Kensington trembled as her body was penetrated from the front and from the rear. The two sisters began to pump into her, matching each other?s pace. Emily slid her dildo deep as Chloe pulled hers back, then Emily pulled back as Chloe thrust upwards. Kensington?s body convulsed, shaking and thrashing. Emily and Chloe fucked her as hard and fast as they could, the two big dildos going back and forth inside Kensington?s cunt and ass.
Blast after blast of orgasms burst within Kensington. A whirlwind of feverish ecstasy ripped through her. It was the most powerful series of orgasms of her life, and when it was over it left her in a state of exhausted bliss and totally drained.
Kensington awoke the next morning feeling stuffed and sore in her pussy and ass. In her groggy state she reached down to find that her dildo was still in her pussy and the buttplug remained lodged in her ass. She gingerly removed both items and fell back to sleep until late that afternoon.
Kensington returned home from work a few weeks later to find yet another package on the porch. Almost shaking with anticipation, she brought the box inside and eagerly tore it open. Inside was a second box that read "Hyperice Vyper 2.0 High-Intensity Vibrating Fitness Roller". Kensington was perplexed. It didn't look like a sex toy. Curious, she opened the box and removed the roller. The roller was a cylinder, maybe 12 inches long and 6 inches in diameter, weighing a couple of pounds. The cylinder was covered with polypropylene foam. The packaging suggested that the roller was meant for fitness training.
Kensington noticed that Mrs. West had left another huckleberry muffin on the kitchen table, so she removed the manual from its wrapper and sat down to read the instructions while absent mindedly nibbling on the muffin, her body beginning to warm up. As she read the manual it quickly dawned on her how she might use the roller. The product promised to increase flexibility, circulation, and reduce muscle soreness. It had three vibration settings. Kensington eagerly plugged in the roller's charger.
The next evening Kensington undressed and brought the fitness roller into her bedroom and placed it on the bed. She turned it on, and it began to vibrate and roll back and forth on the bed. She straddled the roller and began to lower her naked cunt to the device. Kensington halted when she remembered that the instructions said not to immerse the roller in water and to use a towel to wipe away any moisture from the unit. Disappointed, Kensington put her panties back on. Then, she impatiently reassumed her position above the foam roller.
Kensington gingerly moved her panty-covered pussy down against the vibrating cylinder. She felt a slight pressure pressing gently against her crotch. She raised her ass very subtly pushing against the roller.
"Oh!" Kensington gasped as roller began to vibrate and rotate in a slow circle against her pussy.
Kensington bore down and pushed her wet pussy against the vibrating cylinder. The vibrations sent tingles through her whole lower body. She placed her whole pussy on the roller giving the massager access to her clitoris. The relentless roller sent a wave of energy through Kensington?s clit. Kensington moaned in ecstasy.
Kensington began to gyrate her hips, pressing her soaked pussy against the vibrating roller, her juices leaking through her panties. She felt her pussy getting wetter and slicker. Soon she was rubbing her fabric-covered cunt against the roller as fast as she could move her hips.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she panted in time with her hips.
Kensington could now barely hold herself up, but the fitness roller was merciless. Her clit rubbed the foam cylinder through her panties spreading the vibration through her body.
Kensington whimpered through her clenched teeth. She was gasping for breath like she had just ran a marathon. Her body shook uncontrollably. The massaging roller caused her to come again and again until she blacked out and fell back off the device.
A few weeks later after one of their usual Friday night dinners together, Mrs. West asked, "Why don't we have some coffee in the living room? We haven't talked for a while."
"I don't know," Kensington replied. "I was hoping to get to bed early tonight."
"I've got a batch of huckleberry muffins I baked this afternoon," Mrs. West coaxed.
Kensington's mouth started water at the thought of eating one of Mrs. West's muffins. Her body began to quiver in anticipation. In fact, the lingering but undetectable odor of fresh-baked huckleberry muffins in Mrs. West's kitchen had subtly aroused Kensington all evening.
"Okay," Kensington relented.
The two women sat on the couch and talked, munching on muffins and sipping on their coffees. As usual, Kensington?s body began to warm up and glow. She began to feel somewhat dizzy and lightheaded. She mindlessly answered Mrs. West questions.
Mrs. West took their empty coffee cups into the kitchen and came back holding a liquor bottle and two glasses.
"A friend of mine makes this. It's huckleberry wine," she related.
Kensington's mouth watered at the thought and she quickly downed three glasses of the smooth, fruity tasting liquor. She began to feel very sexually aroused and uninhibited. As she and Mrs. West talked, Kensington felt compelled to blurt out, "All I seem to think about anymore is sex."
"Oh," Mrs. West replied knowingly.
"Yes," Kensington giggled. "All of my dreams anymore are about sex. Sex with women."
"Is that right?" Mrs. West asked.
"Yes. And I masturbate a lot," Kensington related, suddenly all serious. "Every weekend, instead of going out, I masturbate."
"I know," Mrs. West stated with a smile.
"You do?"
Kensington was mortified.
"Yes. These walls aren't soundproof. I hear you every Saturday night."
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry," Kensington choked out between deep gasps for breath.
"Don't fret, child," Mrs. West said. "You aren't doing anything wrong. Masturbation is perfectly natural."
"Oh," Kensington mumbled, still feeling humiliated.
"Yes. In fact, sometimes I masturbate while listening to you," Mrs. West admitted to Kensington.
Mrs. West moved next to Kensington on the couch and began to softly stroke her hair.
"We're just two lonely women trying to make do during these unusual times," said Mrs. West. "There's really nothing bad about masturbating. After all, it's sex with someone you love," she joked.
Reassured, Kensington smiled. "I hope you don't think any less of me," she pleaded.
"Not at all. In fact, the image of you playing with yourself really turns this old woman on," confessed Mrs. West as she handed Kensington another huckleberry muffin.
Kensington blushed fiercely but said nothing and, instead, quickly tore off and ate a piece of the muffin.
"I've got to get home," Kensington finally stated.
Later that night lying in bed topless, still a bit drunk, lightheaded, and aroused, Kensington thought about whether or not Mrs. West was waiting next door for her to play with herself. Kensington slowly let her hands travel down her stomach. Her hand reached the top of her underwear. She slid a finger gently over the light blue material. Her finger reached the top of her slit and she pushed down hard against the cotton. Her whole body twitched and she bit her lip, unsure about whether she wanted to let Mrs. West hear her. She decided that she didn't care and slipped her hand inside her panties. Her fingers pushed down and against her clit. In one motion Kensington slipped two of her fingers inside of herself. She paused a moment as her vaginal walls adjusted and then slowly withdrew the fingers.
Kensington pulled her fingers up higher and began rubbing her now lubricated fingers against her vaginal lips and clit. Deciding now that she ought to be quiet, Kensington began concentrating on her breathing, keeping it regular and quiet. Her left hand strayed to her nipples, and she pinched herself hard. She began massaging her breasts with her left hand, while her right hand worked quickly on her clit. She could already feel an orgasm building and she had barely begun. She listened intently for any sounds next door but couldn?t hear anything beyond the soft, rhythmic squeaking of her own bed springs.
Kensington came hard, and she knew she had made a few loud noises. Her hand was still rubbing her pussy hard and she started to slow down. Her fingers and palm were now a little sticky as she eased the pressure up on her clit. She was still coming down from the orgasm when she finally pulled her hand out of her panties. She reached down farther and pressed the panties hard into her slit, soaking up the moisture. She slipped them off and kicked them off her bed. Kensington promptly went to sleep and soon began dreaming.
Kensington was back in her high school locker room. No one else was around. She undressed and took a long, hot, relaxing shower. The locker room filled with warm steam. Visibility was very limited and as she walked out of the shower area naked, she thought she was still alone in the locker room.
Then she saw a woman sit on one of the benches. Kensington was only five or six feet away from her. In her dream Kensington just stood there and stared at the woman. She did not know who she was. The woman was in her fifties or sixties. She had a few pounds too much, but for her age looked in great shape. Her face and skin showed some wrinkles but that just emphasized her mature beauty. She had rather big breasts that were sagging only a little bit. Her greyish brown hair was wet and reached down beneath her shoulders. Her eyes were closed at the moment and she was breathing hard. And there was a reason for it. Her legs were slightly spread and one of her hands was rubbing at her crotch and the other hand was massaging one of her boobs, her fingers playing her rock-hard nipple. The woman was masturbating.
Kensington could clearly see one of her fingers moving along her pussy lips, while her thumb was rubbing against her clit. Kensington stood motionless and stared at the woman when she suddenly opened her eyes. The two women looked at each other. Her hands were still stroking her breast and her pussy while she locked eyes with Kensington. The lady smiled at Kensington and spread her legs even further, giving Kensington a good view as she rubbed at her pussy.
Kensington found her hands wandering over her own breasts and gently began massaging herself. Her eyes were fixed at the mature woman and hers at Kensington. Sweat was forming all over Kensington?s skin. She was feeling hot inside and out.
The dream lady moved her fingers in small circles all around her nipples. Her nipples were very stiff and long. She smiled at Kensington as she moved her hand along inside of her thighs and then up and down her open and wet pussy.
Kensington's hands followed her movements on her own body. A moan escaped her lips as she glided a finger along her pussy lips. Both women's pussy juices were flowing freely. The woman's finger circled her own clitoris and now she too moaned with sexual excitement. Again, Kensington followed her movements. By now the fingers of both Kensington and the dream woman had parted their wet cunt lips and slid into their pussies.
They were both moaning as they started to move their two fingers in and out of their wet pussies in the same rhythm. Both women still used their other hand to play with their tits and nipples. Mimicking the older woman on the locker room bench Kensington used the thumb of the same hand as her to play with her hard clitoris. Both women were breathing hard and moaning loudly now. Their fingers were moving in and out faster and faster. They were sweating not only due to the hot, moist air of the locker room but also because of their mutual masturbation session.
Kensington saw a shiver go through the lady's whole body. Kensington then her eyes closed automatically and exploded into a huge and long orgasm that rocked her body from head to toe. It took Kensington a few moments to recover from her orgasm. She had kept her eyes closed, and her hand was still at her pussy when she at last reopened them. The woman in her dream had vanished.
Kensington awoke with a start. Her head quickly cleared and she recalled her dream. She still had one of her fingers stuck in her pussy. Kensington slowly withdrew her finger from her pussy and studied it in the dim light from her alarm clock. She clearly could see her sticky pussy juice glistening on it. Kensington opened her lips and brought her hand to her mouth. With her fingertip she followed the line of her lips and then she very slowly put her finger into her mouth and sucked on it, licking her own huckleberry flavored pussy juices from her finger. She soon fell back to sleep.
A few days later while relaxing on her couch, picking at the last crumbs of a huckleberry muffin Mrs. West had left for her, Kensington drowsily considered all that had happened to her since she had moved next door to Mrs. West. She knew that her life had changed and as she daydreamed, she realized that she was already craving more huckleberries.
Kensington heard her phone ding and read the text she'd received from Mrs. West.
My hot tub is running again, do you want to check it out?
I can't wait. I'll be right over, Kensington texted back.
After quickly putting on a one-piece bathing suit, Kensington went out her back door into the cold winter night and met Mrs. West just as she exited her own back door. The tub was already at temperature when Mrs. West opened the lid. The ladies slid in quickly, letting out sighs of relief as their bodies warmed up.
"This feels weird," Kensington giggled. "Like taking a bath with your clothes on."
"Well, we're not exactly in public. . ." Mrs. West said looking around. The backyard was quite secluded, with trees on all sides. None of the neighbor?s windows were visible from the hot tub. "You don't have to wear one if you don't want to."
Kensington giggled some more, still feeling high from the huckleberry muffin she had just eaten. "Maybe I won't."
"Sure, whatever feels right to you," Mrs. West stated seriously. "I think I won't."
Mrs. West reached down and wriggled out of her bikini bottom. She pulled it out of the water and dangled it by two fingers while looking Kensington straight in the eye. Then she dropped it over the edge of the tub and broke into a giggle. She couldn't hold a straight face any longer. Kensington laughed too. Mrs. West untied her top and dropped it over in the same way. Her shoulders were still in the water and the tub was still bubbling, so nothing was visible to Kensington
She relaxed further into the water. "Ahh. That's the way."
Kensington giggled a little more. "Is it really better that way?" she asked.
"Much better," Mrs. West purred. "You don't have to wear a suit. No one can see and besides, who cares, you're beautiful."
There was a pause.
"You should try it."
Kensington hesitated.
"Come on. You'll love it. I won't stare," Mrs. West wheedled.
"Okay," Kensington giggled nervously.
Kensington looked around at the trees just to make sure that no one could see. She slipped the straps of her one-piece suit over her shoulders and around her arms one at a time. She slunk down in the water and peeled her suit off. Kensington dangled it off the edge of the tub and dropped it like Mrs. West had done. Kensington giggled nervously again. She was very embarrassed at first, but it did feel good to be naked in the hot tub. Her self-consciousness faded pretty quickly and as soon as they got to talking about other stuff she totally forgot that they were both naked under the water.
They were talking about how great it was to relax like this and Mrs. West said, "All we need is a nice drink. I've got another bottle of that homemade huckleberry wine my friend gave me."
Mrs. West turned and lifted herself out of the hot tub, exposing her naked body to Kensington?s eyes. Mrs. West was beautiful naked. Everything about her was soft and round. Her ass jutted out, large and jiggly. Mrs. West's tits were fabulous for her age, large and pendulous with dark, almost chocolate-colored nipples. They were thick and erect. Kensington could not help but stare.
Mrs. West turned back toward Kensington and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Don't look at my behind," she said, in as jokingly a way as she could. Kensington gulped and quickly looked away.
Mrs. West soon returned holding a large jug and slipped back into the hot tub.
"Oh crap," she said. "I got chilly out there and I forgot to bring some glasses. But that's okay."
She took a long swig from the jug and handed it to Kensington. "Not bad," she said.
Kensington took a sip and immediately was very, very warm and very, very relaxed. Intense waves of excitement and happiness washed repeatedly over her body.
Mrs. West and Kensington sat in the hot tub and talked and drank for a while. Kensington began to feel serene and more comfortable with being naked in front of Mrs. West.
Eventually both women began to get tipsy off the huckleberry wine.
"I feel a little woozy," Mrs. West said clutching her forehead.
"Me too. Is it the hot tub or the wine?"
"I think it's both. How long have we been in here?"
"No idea, long enough for my fingers to get all wrinkly," Kensington said, holding up her fingers.
Mrs. West hoisted herself out of the tub then paused, but not out of embarrassment, but because she was dizzy.
"Whoa, strong stuff," she said.
Kensington couldn't help noticing that her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a vertical strip. Then Kensington got out and toweled off. Both women dropped the towels on the porch and went inside, bringing the jug of wine in with them. They sat around chatting and sipping from the jug of wine naked on the couch in front of the coal stove for quite a while. Then, they were both silent for several minutes and finished off the huckleberry wine.
Mrs. West turned towards Kensington and moved in close. Kensington could feel Mrs. West's breath on her face. The huckleberry scent was overpowering. Kensington?s mind was whirling. Her mind saying no, she still was unable to respond coherently, other than a low gasp from her lips. Then she realized that Mrs. West's face was even closer, and then that they were kissing. At first, Kensington felt like she was observing all this from a distance. Like it wasn't her being kissed. But soon she felt her lust overcome her, and she started kissing back, not knowing why, just doing it, enjoying the huckleberry taste of Mrs. West's lips.
Kensington felt a tongue slide against her lips, and she opened them. She wrapped her arms around Mrs. West, as Mrs. West's arms went around Kensington. Holding each other tight, they kissed, both moaning. After several minutes of this, Mrs. West broke away, and started to kiss her way down Kensington?s neck. Kensington felt her heart flutter at that. None of her boyfriends had ever given her such delight just by kissing her.
Kensington felt their breasts pressed against each other, and she moaned at the pleasure of having her small breasts pressed against another pair of much fuller, softer breasts. She felt a set of hands on her back and did nothing to stop them as they slowly pulled the two of them tightly together. Soft, gentle hands caressed her arms, and she moved her own hands down, clutching Mrs. West's rounded bottom.
Suddenly, Kensington realized that now her breasts were being lovingly fondled and caressed. Unable to hold back her excitement any longer, she tossed her head back and moaned deeply. She knew there was no turning back as she felt Mrs. West's lips gently nibbling down her chest, not stopping until they enveloped her right breast, sucking on her hard nipple.
The mouth on her breast was setting her on fire. Mrs. West moved her lips from one boob to the other. Kensington sighed, holding Mrs. West's head tightly to her breasts as she felt hands caressing her buttocks.
Oh my. I can't believe I'm doing this, Kensington thought, as she simply gave in, confused and aroused, and let whatever was going to happen happen.
Mrs. West rose off the couch onto her knees and leaned forward to place her mouth on Kensington's cunt. Wave and after of pleasure shot through Kensington as Mrs. West ran her tongue up and down Kensington?s pussy lips. Mrs. West's tongue began flicking intermittently at her clit, not often, but just often enough to tease Kensington into coming. There was nothing Kensington could do about it. She could feel the pleasure building, that recognizable glow in her pussy that was increasing and spreading. She could feel her hips starting to thrust automatically, jerking forward, pushing her pussy at Mrs. West's face.
Sensing that Kensington was ready to come, Mrs. West pulled her face away for a moment, and guided Kensington to the floor, spreading her legs, and went back to licking her. This time, she stuck out her tongue, and slipped it into Kensington's wet pussy.
"Oh god!" Kensington whimpered, "I can't take much more of this."
Moaning loudly, she bucked as her orgasm overcame her, only a few minutes after the expert cunnilingus had started.
Mrs. West moaned with delight and swallowed the precious huckleberry flavored fluid that poured from Kensington?s vagina. She moved up and shared a mouthful of Kensington?s huckleberry cunt juices with her. Kensington had never tasted anything so luscious.
Mrs. West started to kiss her way down Kensington?s body again. This time, she pivoted her body, and laid facing downwards instead of just slipping down between her legs as she did before. Kensington knew what was expected, and reached up to caress Mrs. West's hips, pulling them closer to her.
She looked up as the legs straddled her face, seeing and smelling the lovely sight above her. The huckleberry aroma was overwhelming. Kensington felt lips and tongue on her own pussy, and reached up to caress Mrs. West's hips, back, and ass.
Needing to taste the huckleberry scented pussy just inches above her face, Kensington grabbed Mrs. West's round ass and pulled her hips down towards her. Kensington lifted her head, and gently licked along the wet lips, feeling the older lady's pussy quiver under her tongue. Gently probing, she slipped it between her lips, tasting the wet inner flesh. She was rewarded by a low moan, she heard and felt at the same time, and a gush of fruity pussy juice. Waves of pleasure were flowing through Kensington?s own pussy at that same moment.
She moved up, licking around, finding the entrance to her Mrs. West's vagina. Pushing her face in tighter, she slid her tongue inside, feeling the walls close around it. She could feel the juices covering her face, and just held tight, licking and swallowing as much as she could.
Mrs. West was doing the same to her, and she knew that she would be coming again soon. She was determined to make Mrs. West come as well, wanting to give as much pleasure as she was receiving.
Soon, Mrs. West hunched her hips and pressed back, and began coming on Kensington?s face, her wet cunt pulsing, and flowing with juices onto the face of the young girl under her.
Kensington saw and heard all this happen as if she was standing outside of herself. A voice whispered to her, "This is your calling. This is your destiny."
Kensington whispered to herself, "My calling. My destiny."
Kensington felt the tension building inside her. She could hear the sound of the fingers slamming in and out of her, squishing her juices out of her pussy. Kensington writhed and wrenched as she began to orgasm. She pumped her hips up and down; the fingers twisted and turned into her. Mrs. West's thumb pounded her clit diligently.
Kensington felt exhausted. She was drenched at both ends, her pussy soaked with her own juices and Mrs. West's saliva, and her face the same. Slowly, the two women parted, then moved to share a wet, sloppy, huckleberry-flavored kiss. Their faces slid sensually against each other.
Kensington awoke with a start. The mantle clock was chiming seven o'clock. Confused, she sat up and looked around anxiously. Her hand was down the front of her sweatpants which were soggy from her pussy fluids. Her crotch was very wet and her pussy still ached. Slowly, Kensington came to her senses.
It was just another dream, she thought.
Her phone lit up. There was a text from Mrs. West: Are you coming for dinner? I made huckleberry pie.