Lustly(25)

“The blindfold stays on until I know you’re ready, Lily.”

It scared me a little, hearing her tell me that. Hadn’t she seen that I’d enjoyed what happened just moments ago? Wasn’t being tied up and watched enough torture for one day?

I felt my hand being grabbed and was suddenly lifted off of the chair. The person walked behind me, holding me by the wrist and guiding me over to where there was something cushiony. At first I thought it was a bed, but it was so large that I wasn’t quite certain. Had I’d been more prepared I would have taken in my surroundings before being blindfolded.

My body leaned over the soft padding, leaving my ass up in the air. The person behind me rubbed on my ass cheeks, while the object I was leaning on had began to move, like someone had climbed on the other side and was approaching me. I could hear the vibrating getting closer, but didn’t anticipate someone’s lips to smack against mine. This was different than the ones before it. The tongue was smaller and it moved in different directions. The lips were wet, and I tasted fruit as if it were lip gloss. Realizing that there were no stubbles, I pulled away shocked that I was possibly kissing another woman for the first time, which was something I never in a million years thought I’d be doing.

Whoever it was grabbed my hair and pulled me toward them again. “Don’t fight it.” The shockingly female voice whispered in my ear.

My heart felt as if it was beating out of my chest again and the reality of what was happening had finally smacked me right in the face.

I was having a lesbian encounter with a woman.

Then I felt something hard pressing on my ass. I shot up and arms wrapped around the front of me, holding me in place. The female approached again, grabbing at my cheeks and pulling me into another kiss. I started to pull away, but she held my face there, and tried again.

Underneath the blindfold I wanted to cry. This was all so wrong and frightening to me. I know I’d enjoyed it before. There was no denying what they’d all seen for themselves, but somehow knowing what I knew now made me rethink those feelings. Imagining that I was going through with this, while my children were at home, so innocent, made me want to crawl in a ball and die. They’d never forgive me for this, and I didn’t know if I could live with that.

While feeling the obvious erection behind me, and being kissed by some unknown woman, I felt the vibration of something touching me. It was some kind of dildo, or wand that was being pressed on the base of my sex. Immediately I lost my train of thought. The intensity of the situation was overwhelming me so much that I couldn’t rationally think.

The woman kissed me again, this time biting on my bottom lip and pulling it with her teeth. A tiny moan escaped her lips and I lost all control. I don’t know what made me do it, but I lifted my arms up and touched her intentionally. I felt her slender waist and traveled up until I felt the underneath of her naked breasts. Her smooth skin felt so cared for as my palms glided over it. Her lips met mine again, and suddenly we were being pulled down, with me on top of her. With a little shuffle I heard her gasp, and then felt the person behind us slapping himself into me. I think I hadn’t considered our position and what could be happening until I heard the sounds of them both responding to each other.

He was f*cking her while still standing, while I laid on top of her naked body. His hands played with my ass as he worked his pace. She held me tight, while kissing me again. All I could think about was being thankful that I’d shaved every appendage. The idea of a stranger knowing what my * looked like was appalling.

Then, just as fast as it had begun, it stopped. His hands were on my ass and I felt his erection, still so hard, slapping over my cheeks. I pulled away from the woman’s lips, but she held me there, close. “We’re here to please you, Lily. Don’t be afraid. This is all for you.”

She kissed me one last time and started sliding up. I lifted my upper body on my elbows, determined that I wasn’t going to be face down in her *. At the same time that we were wriggling around, a large, stiff cock, was now positioned at the base of my sex. A hand came around and started rubbing the top of my *. I clung to the sheets unable to grasp how my body and mind weren’t in the same place. Finally I heard his voice. “Do you want me to stop, or do you want to cum?”

When I didn’t answer, I heard giggling. “She wants to cum again.”

Ms. Cybil had said no penetration, but clearly this guy was ready and willing.

The female was answering for me, as if she could read my deepest desires.

Then I heard a few voices coming from far away. “What’s going on?”

The female answered. “Nothing for you to worry about. Stay focused. It’s all part of the session.”

I had no reason not to believe her.

I heard the door open and close but nothing changed. The man’s hands were on my ass again after about a minute of him being unresponsive. Maybe he had to get the go-ahead to proceed with intercourse, or maybe it was my last chance to tell him to f*ck-off, which I couldn’t bring myself to do. I was too turned on, too lost in the moment, too hungry to be satisfied.

He entered me, not slow and careful, but with force and enthusiasm. I cried out and fell on top of the woman’s abdomen. Her fingers massaged my scalp as my body lifted with each thrust. Then she began moving erotically beneath me. I knew her * was inches below my chin, and as afraid as I was to be considered a lesbian, I found myself wanting to touch her the same way she’d touched me. With no regard for the regret I’d feel when it was all over, I let my hand travel down her stomach. She was shaved and just as smooth as the skin I’d touched before. I let my fingers trace over her smooth folds. She bucked her body, accepting my touch, and allowing me to continue. “That’s it, Lily. Just go with it.”