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Salem Witch
By
Jan
Salem Massachusetts is best known for the witch trials during the colonial times where women were accused of being witches and executed based on the testimony of school girls. But the town is a lovely coastal city with many things about it to make it a good community to raise children in. Many of the homes are built on the hillside giving excellent views of the ocean.
I often stood on the balcony on the front of my home overlooking the bay. It was called a widows walk for the wives of sea captains who could afford homes overlooking the bay. It is refreshing to drink a cup of coffee while feeling the morning breeze coming up the hillside carrying the smell of the moist, salty air. I could reflect on the last 45 years of my life.
I had gotten married when I was 21-years old like so many of my friends and classmates. Both of us had been raised in the area. We had been blessed with twin girls, Katy and Kristy, by the time I was 23- years old. The marriage went sour before the girls entered school. My husband turned out to be a jerk. He started suggesting that we should get involved in some threesomes with other women. He even suggested which friends of mine he would like to watch me have sex with because he wanted to fuck them. I rejected any suggestions of seducing my friends. He eventually became verbally and physically abusive. I was able to fight off some of his attacks because I am five-feet seven, 175 pounds, a full figured woman with curves to be proud of, 44DDD- 35-45, long brown hair, green eyes. Eventually I got fed up with his abuse and divorced him.
As a result of the settlement the girls and I got the home. He eventually moved to New York and we never saw him again. The girls and I settled down to live our lives in peace. I had no desire to go out and find another man. I was happy working in a women boutique and doing everything I would to provide my girls every opportunity to become whatever they wanted. Eventually I got bored with spending my nights masturbating myself to sleep. I found myself thinking about my ex's suggestion of making it with other women. The idea became my favorite fantasy.
One evening I was visiting a friend for supper at her house. Her husband was out of town on a trip. We were drinking a Bordeaux wine with a good nose and talking. We began to discuss our secrets. At one point I told her about my ex wanting to try a three- way with another woman. Cindy admitted that she had always been curious about having sex with another woman. I don't remember which one of us suggested that we try it.
We wound up in her bedroom taking each other's clothes off. She was about the same age as me. She had a nice figure too, a lot trimmer than mine. It was very exciting to be in the arms of a sweet smelling woman rather than the BO and bad breath of a sweaty male. We spent a lot of time kissing and feeling each other's tits before we started sucking tits. We were both nervous about getting down and dirty. The way I remember it I was the one that went down on her first. It felt right. I had always wanted to see what a pussy looked like up close and now I had my chance. The only thing I could compare the taste to was like the time I cut my arm on a fence and had sucked the blood off of my flesh. By the time she climaxed I had cut the underside of my tongue on my teeth. My makeup was smeared all over my face. She had her legs wrapped around my head and was kicking me on the back with her heels. Eventually she calmed down and I got out from under her and plopped my body down next to hers.
She kissed me on the mouth and must have liked what she tasted. She got on top of me and worked her way down my body until she was looking at the dark hairs covering my pussy. She was a little reluctant to put her mouth on my pussy at first but eventually she did. I have to admit no male ever did a better job of sucking my pussy. I had one of my best orgasms as a result of her efforts. I was convinced and have not been with a man since.
While the girls were young I kept my sexual preference secret. As they say I was in the closet and very discreet (or so I thought) about my love life. After they were grown and out of the nest and starting their own families I experimented with a more open lifestyle. It was not as simple as deciding to declare myself as a lesbian. I simply did not hide my attraction to women. Some of my longtime friends avoided me after it became known that I was a lesbian. I did not regret the loss of them as much as I would have thought.
Some of the women I knew admitted to me that they admired my willingness to proclaim myself a lesbian. Even women I didn't know were lesbians before admitted to me that they liked to date women too. If anything, my circle of friends increased as a result of my coming out. My daughters have told me that they had been aware of my relationships with other women and have told me that it does not matter to them at all.
At the present time I have a girlfriend named Cindy. She is married and he does not know about our relationship. Because she is not out we only get together on special occasions. She is younger than me and has a very nice figure. She is five-feet six, 125 pounds, brown hair and eyes. Her figure is more athletic than mine; she is a 34B-25-36. We are both very oral.
When we get a chance to get together we spend a lot of time kissing each other while we masturbate each other, as a prelude to licking each other's bodies. Her small breasts are hardly more that hand sized but I do love sucking on them a lot. Cindy has a strong attachment to my big tits. They are larger than her head and she loved kissing me between my tits while holding them against her ears. She has named each one and devotes a lot of time taking care of them.
She loves the size of my butt and thighs. Nothing pleases her more than to have me sit on her face so she can lick, kiss and smell my butt. When I am ready I just scoot backwards to engage her mouth on my pussy. She is my sex-slave when we are together. I can do whatever I want to her as long as I don't leave a lasting mark. I can spank her, pinch her, and pee in her mouth or on her body. She loves for me to suck her pussy until she is about to cum and then actually bite her clit gently to cause her to cum even faster. I miss her the minute she has to go home.
Just the other night Cindy and I met for a quiet dinner at a small Italian restaurant out of the way where we were sure people we knew would not likely be. While we were waiting for a waitress to come around to take our order, Cindy was bragging about her pedicure. She had on high heeled sandals without nylons so she lifted her foot out of her shoe and showed off her bright pearlescent red polished toenails. They looked delicious and I told her so. Cindy slid her foot under the table and ran it up and down the inside of my leg. As she grew bolder, her foot moved farther and farther up my leg. I knew where she was going and spread my legs wider to give her access to my crotch.
I told her, "I'm not wearing any panties." She slid her foot the rest of the way up my leg to the junction of my body. She ran her toes through my pubic hair as her big toe sought out and found my labia and wiggled her toes as she sought out my clit and my vagina. I reached for her foot under the table and shoved her toes deeper into my pussy. I was really getting into the action when the waitress came to our table to ask if we were ready to order.
My face was flushed so much that I could feel my cheeks tingling. My breathing was ragged. It was all I could do to stammer out my order. Cindy was giggling uncontrollably she had a hard time ordering too. The waitress leaned over close to my ear and said, "Your perfume smells just like a well fucked pussy smells." She was looking down at my crotch. She could obviously see Cindy's foot under my dress rubbing my crotch. She asked, "Do you want to cum?"
All I could say was, "YES!"
The waitress whispered in my ear, "You know you're a pussy whore to allow your friend to masturbate you in public. Look around, I bet half the women here know you're getting off. I bet you would like a dildo in your nasty cunt or your asshole."
Her nasty encouragement did help me cum. She smiled when she saw my face distorted and then relaxed, giving testimony that I had cum. She left our table to turn in our order and return to her duties until our meal was ready. She came back with our meal and wished us "Bon appetite."
We enjoyed our meal and when our waitress came by to ask us if we would like to see the desert cart, we assured her that we were too full to eat another bite. She filled out our bill and she also added a "post-it" with her name and phone number on it. As we headed home together we agreed that we have to call her so that we can indulge in a three-way.
At this point in my life I would like to find a woman to live with me full time as lovers but I also still have a desire to flirt with other women. I don't know if I could find a woman whose company I enjoy enough to live with and who would be willing to allow younger women to share our bed now and then.
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