Off the north-east coast of Kent, England, lies the Isle of Sheppey. A number of dirt roads form a lattice pattern on the harsh lowland to the north of the island where an assortment of one and two storey kristina rose all anal xxx litter the sides of these potholed roads.
In late November the wind howls through the night sucking up the dead leaves from between the shrubbery and the low, ornate brick walls used as dividing boundaries, blasting them into the cold chill of the night.
AnnaLee Bradley let the curtain fall back in place shutting out the bitter sights and rasping scream of the maelstrom outside. Although only twenty years old her young, oval face carried a certain heaviness of character as though she held rein on her emotions.
This was more than compensated by laughter lines and a dimpled chin but highlighted again by sad, dark brown eyes. Eyes that held you encompassed with reflected imagery. A small uptuned nose, a generous mouth with full lips and long, luxuriant, wavy brown hair born on a five foot seven inch curvaceous frame.
A beauty untainted? No. Life had been cruel to this young woman. Her father had left her mother before she was born and at eighteen she had been raped and sexually abused by the young priest who had taken her virginity as payment for administering the last rites to her dying mother.
AnnaLee had managed to survive on her mother's life insurance that provided sufficient money to pay the household bills. She had not left the house since the night of her terrifying ordeal and her days were spent cleaning, cooking and writing. She was a prolific writer, self taught and capable of superb prose. She was capable of producing over two thousand words in a day.
No one knew this except AnnaLee. The novels she wrote were never published, because they were never sent to a publisher. They remained, for now, locked within the large writing bureau in the front room.
Her literary sunny leone sexy storys leather encompassed erotica, horror and biblical fact. A part of her mind had blocked out that horrendous night and so, to those who visited the house, she appeared to be a relatively happy young woman. There were quite a few 'social do gooders' within the towns of Minster and Sheerness but none could release the pain that lay within her. ****** Corrin LeFay lived opposite AnnaLee in the same road.
She had watched the priest arrive that night.
A little while later she'd heard a scream. She'd listened to hours of silence. She'd seen him come out of the house and take something from the car then return inside.
Over the next two or three hours nothing had occurred, then she saw him leaving hurriedly, peering furtively up and down the road. He got into his car and drove off in the direction of the church. She had done nothing, said nothing. She too lived alone. Two women living alone on the same broken and rutted dirt road. Corrin was twenty-six years old when her husband had been crushed beneath the wheels of a juggernaut that was travelling too fast and on the wrong side of the road.
He'd been walking home from the steel foundary in Sheerness where he'd worked as a crane driver. His head had been bent down into a gale force wind. At thirty-one she'd learned to live with loneliness. Her oval face was unlined and unblemished. She was a typical country woman growing up in a country town that would have been shocked to discover a woman could change inwardly so much in such a short time. The ten-inch chrome dildo, bought 'just for a laugh' at an 'Anne Summers' evening party, now lay beneath her pillow and had become her nightly companion.
She saw no shame in using its vibrating coolness to satisfy her sexual needs. Life had changed her. The thought of making love to another man, after being with her husband, did not arouse her. She knew her ultimate sexual satisfaction was to make love to another woman. Not just any woman but one who was very much like her. Her mirror image. She lived opposite and she occupied Corrin's sexual fantasies as the vibrator hummed each night between her bronzed, open legs.
Her full figure tensing as the waves of sexual release washed over her. After her 'therapy session' she slept so much easier. ****** During one of these sessions she became conscious of where her fantasy was leading. It gave her an idea as to how she could achieve three things with almost a single action. Over the next few weeks she prepared for her visit to AnnaLee. ****** The insistent rapping on her front door startled AnnaLee as she sat writing beside her mother's bureau.
She stood up and walked through into the hallway. Passing the hall mirror she managed to primp her hair, making sure that she looked presentable.
She opened the front door but there was no one there. On the porch lay a pie dish. She bent down and picked it up, sniffing closely at the crusty, golden brown, sugary topping. "Mmmm, apple pie," she said. Looking around she could see no one. 'Strange,' she thought. She took the pie indoors and cut a slice. It tasted delicious. She ate the remaining pie over the next few days.
She washed the pie dish and left it on the porch. The next day it had gone but in its place was a small brown envelope. 'Don't tell me,' she thought, 'they've left the bill.' She took the envelope indoors and sat down beside the bureau where she slit open the end with her index finger.
Inside was a single sheet of notepaper and on it was neatly handwritten, 'A robin redbreast in a cage, puts all Heaven in a rage.' AnnaLee read and re-read this passage over and over in her mind and wondered who knew she was her own prisoner. Someone seemed to care. Someone.
But who and Why? ****** Corrin opened the kitchen cupboard and placed the pie dish safely inside. The next phase of her grand design was slightly more complex and required a degree of timing. Sunday morning rose cold but cheer, a slight breeze blew from the east. Corrin washed, then dressed herself in warm, dark clothes and made her way across the rutted track to AnnaLee's house.
She carried a freshly baked apple pie that she set down on the porch in roughly the spot that the previous pie had occupied. This time she wanted AnnaLee to see who left the pie but not be able to ask her why. The porch was old and the weathered wooden boards creaked as she got closer to the furthest window to peek inside. Her heartbeat raced as she caught sight of AnnaLee sitting at the writing bureau.
Her long brown, wavy hair gleamed from the low sun slanting through the window on the adjacent wall. Corrin's heart skipped a beat. For her, time lay suspended. She gazed fixedly at the young girl's poise and concentration that seemed to create a void into which she stepped. How long she remained in this state she could only imagine.
The rumble from an approaching lorry broke the magical moment she had formed in her mind. She looked into AnnaLee's eyes. "Oh, my god," she said, turning and running from the porch across the street to the sanctitude of her home. She heard AnnaLee open her front door and cry out, then she was inside with the door closed; her breathing laboured from exhileration, success and lack of fitness.
Somehow she knew that AnnaLee would not follow her. She was right. AnnaLee went back indoors with the second apple pie rather than go across to Corrin and ask her to explain her actions. ****** Once again the clean pie dish was placed on the porch to await its owner, however, this time an envelope was taped to the underside. When Corrin returned home she opened it and read from the single sheet of paper, 'Heaven has no rage, like love to hatred turned, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorned.' They were communicating.
The first step towards her goal had been fairly straightforward. Now came the hard part; the time for reason. The next morning, dull and drear, saw Corrin standing pensively at AnnaLee's front door.
She took a deep breath and rapped three times. She heard movement from the front room, then footsteps on the wooden flooring drawing ever closer. The door unlocked and opened. Corrin spoke first, "I feel that I owe you an explanation. Apologies may come later but I need you to understand that whatever you feel about my intrusion into your life I will leave now and we can forget the incident the other day." AnnaLee spoke tersely, "Explain, please." "Two years ago, when your mother passed away.
I saw the preacher that night. I heard things and did nothing. I am ashamed of my inaction and want to make amends in whatever way I can. Call it guilt. whatever, but would you allow me to talk to you ocassionally. I. I know you enjoy writing but do you like to read as well. I have a small library." "Mrs.?" "LeFay.
Corrin LeFay. Call me Corrin." "Mrs LeFay. Corrin, I want to thank you for the apple pies but I don't know what you believe you saw on the night of my mother's death. Please. I." "Don't shut me out AnnaLee. Whatever you say to me will remain between us. I'm not a social do-gooder. We can help one another. It just needs a step in that direction. I have something to offer. it's called friendship and I'd like you to take it.
Don't make a decision today. I'll call again in a few days, 'bye AnnaLee." Corrin smiled and turned to walk away. A hand reached out and held her arm. "Stay. Please. I'm sorry. I'm not used to visitors and we seem to have. I seem to have. well." "Please. It's me who should apologise." "Would you like to come in for a coffee? It's bitterly cold out here." "That would be wonderful, yes." AnnaLee stepped back and held the door open for her. As she drew close, Corrin caught the faintest hint of apple blossom fragrance.
"That's a nice fragrance you're wearing." "It was. my mother's. Can I take your coat?" Corrin took off her coat and handed it to AnnaLee who hung it on a coatstand that stood beside the hall mirror. Corrin had taken great pains over her appearance that morning and wore a light green cardigan over a pale green high necked, cotton dress that fell to just above the knee. Entering the kitchen Girls sucking dirty knob of strip dancer felt she was back at her home.
The oil fired boiler beside the back door radiated heat into the room. The warmth created a cosy feeling that pleasantly combined with the other pine kitchen furniture. Corrin took a seat at the kitchen table while AnnaLee filled the kettle. "Do you mind if I ask how you spend your day, besides the obvious cooking and cleaning that's the bane of my life as well?" asked Corrin.
"I listen to the radio a good deal. and do some reading from mother's collection of classic books." "And.?" prompted Corrin.
"Not a lot more really." "So writing doesn't take up any of your time?" "Oh, I forgot; the startled face at the window watching me." Smiling, she looked over her shoulder. "Well. yes, I do write the occassional story. for my own amusement, you understand." "What do you write about. when the mood takes you?" asked Corrin, still probing. The ululating shrill from the kettle interrupted their conversation and as she busied herself AnnaLee said, "General fiction.
you know. romance. I write about people and their everyday lives and loves. What about you, Corrin, what do you do all day in that big house opposite, besides baking such delicious apple pies." "Well, like you, time can hang heavily. sometimes. As you know I lost my husband five years ago. Since then I've not really needed anyone else's help or company. So, I only go out when it's absolutely essential. Solitude brings it's own routine in my life.
It's generally one that some might describe as boring. But I've found that rituals can be a way of holding onto one's sanity. or stability. When nothing else was there to take it's place I seemed to drift from one day to the next, not knowing in what direction to go or what to do next." Corrin picked up the mug that had been placed before her and sipped the hot coffee.
"Mmmm," she said, hrisanta is a tiny titted two holey hottie nice." "When you say you have a daily routine, what does that generally involve?" asked AnnaLee, nonchalantly, sitting down and sipping her own drink. "Each morning around six o'clock I get up and shower. I like to linger in the shower. To feel really clean. I'm usually dressed and have made the bed by six-thirty.
I have a plain breakfast made up of cereal, toast and coffee. Housework and some decorating usually take up the rest of the morning. Some days it's cooking that takes my time.
Jack, my husband, used to say that he only lived for my cooking. Like you, I listen to the radio. Oh, and occassionally I'll sit crocheting just listening to the music. By ten o'clock it's time for bed, though I don't usually fall asleep till ten-thirty." "How come?" "Well. you know. Things to do. A woman's needs. Just because there's no man about doesn't mean that we have to go short.
Surely you have needs too?" " I. I don't. well I've never thought to. My writing usually fulfills me." "Sure, I can understand your writing fulfilling your spiritual needs but physical needs are entirely different?" "It's getting rather hot in here," said AnnaLee, taking off her dark blue woollen jumper.
"Let's go through into the lounge." They stood up and walked through the kitchen door into the hallway then through another doorway, into the lounge. They sat together on a large, comfortable, fawn fabric sofa that had seen better days.
AnnaLee's curiosity had been aroused and when she asked Corrin how many times a week she satisfied her needs, then Corrin knew she had a subject that she could talk about for hours. "Every night," she divulged. "Every night? Wow, that must take a lot of stamina? How do you get aroused? Do you play with anything or just use your fingers?" she questioned, like an excited teenager. "I'm sorry. I got carried away. Too many personal questions. We hardly know one another and here I am asking you how you make love to yourself." "Asking me or finding out for yourself, AnnaLee?" "I.
I don't understand." she sounded nonplussed. "Well, you can only be, what, twenty years old and as far as I'm aware you've not had a lover for the past two years which would make you around eighteen when you." her voice trailed off as she realised her mistake. AnnaLee's face crumpled, her tears came easily. "Go," she sobbed, "please go." "No, AnnaLee, I'll not go. I'm sorry for my clumsiness. When you said nothing happened that night I believed you. But something terrible did happen to you and not talking about it will amateur lesbo kittens get their yummy twats licked and nailed babe increase the pain.
Talk to me, please," she coaxed. "Telling me will halve your burden. Trust me. I've told you about my most personal life.
I trust you not to tell anyone else. Put your trust in me. What happened that night your mother died?" She wept, "I. I can't. It's too horrible. to put. into words." Corrin leant across clasping AnnaLee's hands. She got up, drawing AnnaLee with her. They stood looking at each other for a few seconds then Corrin hugged her closely whispering, "It's okay to cry AnnaLee." Tears came into Corrin's eyes.
"Let it out, honey. I'm here for you. I think I understand. No one was there for me either when Jack died." For the next few minutes Corrin was aware only of her own tears, her own breasts rising and falling against AnnaLee's. The apple blossom scent filled her nostrils, comforting her. They clung together. Soon the tears subsided and they regained some of their composure. In a very dispassionate tone busty milf leeanna heart does her mature twat with a toy still clinging onto Corrin as if she needed her strength, AnnaLee recounted the events of that evening.
As the story became sexual so too did the anger and vulgarity with which she described what took place. "I knew when the time had come for my mother to receive the priest.
I telephoned him and he said he would be right over. The church was only a few minutes drive away and it was not long before I heard a knock on the front door.
It was dark ouside and as he too wore dark clergyman's clothing the hall light lit up his face like a beacon. It was a face that reminded me of an actor I had seen in a film a few month's previously. A young, wild looking Jack Nicholson, if you can remember 'The Shining.' "After the priest had administered the last rites to my mother he came up behind me. The first I knew of his intentions came as he lifted the hem of my velvet dress.
His soft hands travelled quickly up the backs of my bare legs onto my thighs. "No," I cried, twisting around. That's when he hit me across my face. I screamed out in terror and fell on my stomach onto the bed where my dead mother lay. He grabbed at my legs and my dress was thrown up over my face. My legs were forced apart. My thin cotton panties ripped away. He pulled me towards him. I knew what would happen and braced myself for his hardness to force it's way into me but as I felt the tip of his cock touch my sensitive lips it was wet.
He had used his saliva to lubricate access to my virginity. There was a slight hesitation as his cock came up against my hymen, then he was rampant against my warm backside.
His balls slapped against me as he enjoyed his power over me. "I held onto my dead mother's hand for comfort and cried in anger and in anguish.
My sobbing muffled beneath the heavy, velvet dress over my head. "I felt his cock swell up and his urgent pounding increase in tempo as his seed exploded into me. I heard him cry out in relief as his throbbing manhood pulsed into my tortured body. He continued thrusting, using his strong hands around my narrow waist to pull me against him. Once his sexual urge had eventually subsided he withdrew and bound my hands in front of me using my torn panties, then slowly he stripped away my remaining clothing.
My bra he used to tie my ankles together and tore a strip of fabric from my dress with which to gag me. "I remained on my stomach where he'd raped me, his seed oozing from my vagina. He picked me up and carried me across his shoulders into my bedroom where he flung me onto the bed face down, tying my wrists to the forged steel and brass headboard, then he left the room.
I heard a stream of urine hitting the pan in the toilet. Silence. The toilet flushed. Silence, deafening silence. "He came back into the bedroom and I heard the rustling of fabric as though he was undressing. When he came up behind me he raised me up and pushed me towards the headboard so that I was forced head down onto my pillow with my buttocks pointing up to the ceiling.
He used ball licking mixed with blow job pornstar and hardcore rigid member to wipe the oozing semen from my vagina around my tiny anus and plunge forcefully deep into my arse.
I grunted and groaned with the pain and indignity of this violation to my body but what could I do? I was helpless. "Each groan from me seemed to incite his movements into me more forcefully. At sometime during my bodies defilement my mind slipped into a stupor, a trance-like state that seemed to separate my body and mind from what each was experiencing. I didn't feel his white fluid flow into my bowels, neither did I realise that he had untied my hands from the headboard or released my gag and been lifted into the bathroom.
It was the warm stinging spray from the shower that brought me to my senses. His hands moved over my soft skin as he washed away the sweat and body fluids. He flung a towel at me and I slowly dried myself as best I could with my hands and feet still tied. On my knees, I watched wide-eyed as he played with his flaccid erection close to my face.
Slowly it came erect. He grasped my wet hair and drew my head backwards saying vehemently, "Suck on it, whore. Suck on it till I come, then swallow all of my seed.
If you bite it I'll kill you." "He released my hands so that I was able to use them and my mouth to bring him to ejaculation. It took awhile and my mouth became sore from the constant rubbing from his hardness. As the time passed and he mia khalifa mastrubate showing pussy hadn't come my mouth became dry through a mixture of fear and loathing.
He used some baby lotion from the medicine cabinet and soon after applying this to his prick he came in my mouth, grasping and twisting my breasts, pulling harshly on my nipples. "I almost gagged as the salty sweetness foamed into my mouth but, holding back my fear, I swallowed quickly and it was gone. This time there was only a dribble of spunk. A blessing to my jaded mind. "He retied my hands and dragged me back into the bedroom where I lay on my back, tied to the headboard. He freed my ankles and found pantihose with which to tie each ankle to the lower part of the bed, keeping my legs apart.
"He left the room for over ten minutes and when he returned I saw that he'd brought with him two identically long ribbed, black dildo's. He must have got them from his car. He moved me hot blonde teen girl with perfect body play with her fuckmachine my side then used the baby lotion to lubricate one dildo that was slowly manipulated into my bruised anus.
Once it had been fully inserted he did the same with the other dildo pushing and twisting it in and out until he was satisfied with the result. A feeling of fullness engulfed my senses. "'What next?' an anguished thought stamped itself on my mind, 'What have I done to deserve such torture?' "For a while he left me blindfold in that anxious state. I sensed his body lying naked beside me, just gazing at my nudity, unmoved by my plight, slowly masturbating, then I felt his body shift position.
Each dildo was twisted slightly. It felt like an electric current had coursed through my lower abdomen. Time passed and again he made the same adjustment. After each dildo had been manipulated my breasts were gently carressed.
The soft palms of his hands were coated with baby lotion as they moved slowly over and around my soft, large mounds, then his fingers suddenly tweaked my nipples or he nipped at them with his teeth.
At first I thought, 'Exquisite torture,' but as time passed I became aware more of the pleasure that was being inflicted and the realization dawned that he was forcing me to climax.
With this awareness in my mind the full horror of my predicament came home to me.
It was then that he stopped what he was doing and he got off the delicate babes loves anal playing erotica movies. He removed my blindfold and used it as a gag. He placed a pillow next to my stomach and eased my weight onto it, ensuring that both dildo's were still in place. My bottom stuck up into the air. "I heard the swish of the bamboo cane, felt the slap, as it struck my bare bottom, followed by the sharp stinging pain.
My cry was muffled by the gag. The warm aftermath flowed across my bottom. Soft hands massaged my buttocks. I felt him kissing the dark pink welt left by the cane and the feeling of a cool liquid poured onto the inflamed area, his fingers manipulated the baby lotion along the length of the ridged welt." AnnaLee whispered close to Corrin's ear, "It felt wonderful," as though she was enjoying the moment.
"The pain easing with each carress. Then he struck again and the pain. The pain forced its way back into my mind. "The agony and the ecstacy were inflicted a further three times, then, blindfolding me, he rolled me onto my back.
My breasts seemed larger, sunny leone sex sex storiesstorys sanny lione com nipples too, and much more tender as he carressed their ovalness.
As he moved, to touch the dark, cold ivory protruding from my vagina, I felt a warm flush across my chest and the first flutterings within my abdomen. The dildo was twisted and turned rhythmically in and out, in and out of my tight vagina. A feeling of utter helplessness entered my mind and I allowed my body the orgasmic convulsion that swept over me, through me, around me. It was everywhere and still it continued. The dildo's rhythmic pumping. The carresses to my breasts.
His teeth delicately nipping at my hard nipples. "My body was in Heaven, Corrin, but my mind was in Hell." Corrin said nothing, her mind stunned by the sadistic pleasure spoken by such a sweet innocent girl. "My climax eventually subsided and he left the room for twenty minutes or so to allow me rest. Then it milf babe alexis licking teens asshole and tonguing her clit obscenely all over again. "My second climax lasted almost twice as long as the first.
"As I lay gasping and crying tears of shame he whispered into my ear, 'I'll call again. You'll let me in.' He cut my bonds, removed the blindfold and holding a kitchen knife to my throat he continued, 'I'll know if you tell anyone and that includes the police.
If you do I'll come back.' He removed the dildo's. "Then he was gone. Physically he'd left my home but he was still there with me. He was in my head. In my vagina. In my arse.
I dragged my aching, brutalised body into the shower and remained there under the warm water for what seemed an eternity. I created an enema that would remove all traces of him from my body, and it worked. I watched his whiteness disappear down the shower waste. I swallowed two of my mother's Valium tablets, relaced my own bedding with clean sheets and fell asleep." "AnnaLee, I had no idea." Corrin spoke softly, "I should not have pressed you into reliving this.
this. nightmare." She released her clasping companion and holding her hands she spoke slowly and concisely, "I meant what I said. Your. hurt remains here. I'll never repeat a word." "I know, but I haven't finished. The nightmare continued. The following week. I answered a knock at the door." she choked back the horror, "It was around seven in the evening," tears flowed down AnnaLee's reddened cheeks, "It was him, Corrin," her shoulders shook, her soft chin vibrated under tense emotional anguish, she grimaced from the pain of recollection.
Grasping Corrin's hands, she uttered her next words in a wail of emotion, "I let him in." ****** The priest had called twice a week for the next three months when, for no apparent reason on her part, he stopped calling. The time came when she had to know if he was ever coming back and so she telephoned the Bishop to ask what had happened to her local priest who had comforted her after her mother's death.
She was told that he'd been offered another parish in the north of england and he'd accepted the post. She was free of him. Free at last to determine her own future.
Free to. to what? Her life had no meaning. She had been his puppet to do with as he pleased. Now who would pull the strings? Did she yearn for freedom or become someone else's puppet in order to survive?
For some reason she found herself sitting at her mother's writing bureau making notes of her ordeal, then over the course of time her notes became a story that became a novel.
Her first novel. Her stories cleansed the hurt but they also became addictive. "As though by putting my thoughts and experiences onto paper I could erase him from my mind. But it doesn't work that way. I realise that now." "I'd like to read what you've written.
If you wouldn't mind?" "No, I don't mind. I'll get you my first novel," said AnnaLee, and left the room. Corrin sat fake public agent bus stop juli on the large sofa, kicking off her shoes and drawing up her legs. From the kitchen she heard the clatter of mugs and AnnaLee calling out, "Would you like another coffee?" "Yes, please," said Corrin, deep in thought. A few minutes later AnnaLee came back with a large sheaf of papers under one arm and two steaming mugs of coffee.
Corrin spoke first. "AnnaLee, how do you feel now that at last you've told somebody about that dreadful night?" "Better. A whole lot better." she said, taking her place next to Corrin on the sofa. "And relieved that I don't have to feel quite so guilty about what happened. You were right when you said that a problem shared is a problem halved." "AnnaLee, I've had time to think while you were in the kitchen.
What are your feelings about getting the police involved now that he's left the parish or do you just want to put all this down to experience and to try and rebuild your life." "No, no police. I've come to terms with what happened. in my own way perhaps but. What could they do now anyway? There's no evidence. It would just be my word against his." "But suppose he's out tanya and cindy eat each others twats now, doing the same thing to another innocent girl or woman.
Surely, by speaking out something you say may trigger other women to come forward and then the police would have to take you seriously." "And if they don't come forward? Suppose I was the first and he hasn't done anything since. I'm going to look pretty silly aren't I?" "Okay, suppose you were his first victim; after what you described he did to you I'm pretty confident that he's got a taste for this and after two years away from you there just have to be other women victims like you." "I don't know.
Let me think about it for a while. Don't push me too fast too hard." "I won't, I promise. I'll understand if you don't want to pursue this any further but. it just riles me that he's going to get away with this. to someone who I've really grown quite fond of in a very short while." "That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me in." "A long time," they chorused and laughter filled the room.
****** The remainder of their day was taken up with talking, listening, eating food and drinking. By early evening Corrin felt that she should go, not wishing to outstay her welcome. "Come over to me tomorrow," asked Corrin, hugging AnnaLee close to her, as they stood on the porch saying goodbye.
"It's not far and I would really give you a warm welcome." "We'll see," said AnnaLee. "'Far' and 'fear' are two worlds apart," quipped Corrin, as she walked down the porch steps clutching AnnaLee's manuscript against the biting wind.
****** It was just before ten o'clock that same evening, as Corrin was preparing for bed, that she heard a knock at the front door. She hurriedly put on her long cotton dressing gown, then went downstairs. Through the spyhole she was surprised to see AnnaLee dressed only in a light, white terry robe over a long cotton nightdress. She unbolted the door and AnnaLee threw her arms around her, hugging her close whispering, "Teach me to love.
I don't want to go through life wondering if all men are the same. Wanting the same things that he did to me and never knowing if there was a different way to love." With both hands Corrin held AnnaLee away from her and in a hushed voice she said, "All men aren't like him, AnnaLee." She released her hold on AnnaLee, then closed and locked the front door.
"But," she continued, "if you want us to learn to love together then you've come to the right house." Corrin led her upstairs into her darkened bedroom. "I'm. I'm." whispered AnnaLee. "I'm as excited and terrified as well," Corrin whispered, not wishing to break the spell by talking aloud.
"Get undressed and get into bed. I'll get some more pillows from the other room." Corrin found some pillows and handed them to AnnaLee, then took off her dressing gown.
She snuggled under the covers into the warmth created by a nude body that reached out and wrapped two lithe arms around her drawing them closer together. Their bodies melted where they touched, their faces met and lips brushed over moist lips. Then they were kissing; deep responsive kisses that required their utmost concentration.
Corrin broke free and threw off the bed clothes. "It's so hot," she complained. "That's what passion produces, excess body heat," replied AnnaLee huskily. "It's even affected your voice," Corrin quipped. "Then kiss me again, Corrin, and I'll see if I can make your voice drop down an octave or two." Corrin moved on top of AnnaLee and they kissed as only lovers do.
Long, hard and with their tongues invading each other's mouth. As their fear of the unknown evaporated so their hands and tongues explored each other's silky body. Old mom and yang sun mosi and carresses on exposed thighs, lingering kisses to the underside of firm breasts, then the moment each woman had yearned for throughout their exploration.
Their fingertips carressed the outer lips to the other's warmest channel. Together they moaned, "Mmmm." Their arousal heightened as they probed deeper and a wetness enveloped their fingers.
They used this wetness to push aside their partners outer vaginal lips and to moisten the bud that bloomed at the top of their slippery, hairy furrow. Again they moaned, "Mmmm." The sounds of love hung in the evening air. Minutes passed. The air musky with the scent of love. AnnaLee whispered, "Taste me," and Corrin turned her body round and over the supine AnnaLee. Kneeling down she tentatively flicked her moist tongue over the young girls clitoris that stood proudly erect, glistening in the monlight now streaming through the bedroom window.
"Aghh," gasped AnnaLee, her body shuddering. "That's wonderful. More. More. Don't stop." "Me too," whispered Corrin, hoping to provoke a reaction from AnnaLee. AnnaLee wrapped her arms around Corrin's lower torso and lifted herself up to bury her mouth into the deliciously tasting nectar that seeped so sweetly from between Corrin's engorged groove. As each tongue lapped indolently at each succulent font their actions quickened as they felt their orgasm building. Each wanted the other to be the first to feel the release of sweet sensation that bubbled up then broke with a rush like water over rapids in a stretch of icy white water; of wanting that sensation to go on and on and never stop.
The emotional tears burst free from eyes seeking happiness within their partners eyes. Then the tidal flow ebbed; a calmness enveloped them. Deep inside them the spark of love lay smouldering, to be ignited later when their partner would touch them in a certain way and their sexual release would begin again.
Their's remained bright all through that night. As dawn broke the morning light captured a glint in their eyes. A gleam that remained there forever. End