Lies, Old and New - Sex Stories

Lies, Old and New

... bra, the noises her prey was making would almost have been funny... ifanything could have been funny ever again.

If anything could have beengood ever again.

She would settle for satisfying, though. Good enough.

Jillian fought against the pushing Kristy was doing on her shoulders, curling her fingers up inside the trembling teen's twat while rubbing that magical nub with her thumb. This was a first for both of them, but Jillian, at least, had done her homework. Maybe not to prepare forthis, exactly... definitely not for this setting, at least... but she was as practiced as she could be without experience. By the sudden noodling of Kristy's arms--and backbone--Jillian could tell that she'd passed the test.

Time to graduate.

"Ooohhh holy shiiiitttt..." Kristy went from pushing on Jillian's shoulders to clinging to them for dear life. She'd managed to get her mouth free just enough to utter the breathy, moaning expletive, which actually brought a smile to Jillian's face for more than the obvious reason.Never heard miss prim swear in twelve years. Fuck yeah. She celebrated by popping one of the boobs she'd dreamed about for far too long into her wet mouth.

Kristy began shaking like she'd been thrown out into a blizzard. "What are... what are you doing to me... oh. Oh. Oh, oh, oh!" Over and over, the staccato syllables emerged, then melded into one, long wail. "Ohhhhhhh!" And with that, Kristy drenched Jillian's fingers, even as Jillian drenched her own ...

... panties.

Did I just fucking come from finger-banging another girl to orgasm? That was insane, but she couldn't deny the evidence when the thighs under her own tartan skirt glided together with almost no friction.Goddamn, that's awesome.

"Jill... Jill... you... you just..." The word... the accusation... about to come from Kristy was aborted by yet another tongue-lashing from Jillian. Still not an ounce of tenderness in it, but, by that point, Kristy was primed and didn't care. All she needed was to be led.

After a good five minutes of groping and tweaking and licking and nibbling and... well, on and on and on... Jillian lifted herself from the wooden bench on which her toy had ended up beneath her. With both young women panting and sweaty, and Kristy whimpering, Jillian eyed her conquest imperiously. "Hey, come by my house on Saturday. My dad will be out."

Not an offer. Not a suggestion. Kristy gulped, then nodded in understanding. When Jillian nodded back to seal the deal, then readjusted her uniform in preparation to leave, the puddled athlete managed to gurgle up one question. "Uh... and your mom?"

Jillian stopped moving, then shot a look over her shoulder. "I don't care. About any of them." She began walking.

They just take, so I'll take too.

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That Saturday, Jillian learned two things. First, and best, was that Kristy's legs spasmed like she was being electrocuted when she was flat on her back and having an orgasm.

The second was that her mom was ...