Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione - Sex Stories

Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione

... such as it was. Actually, the lovemaking was so sensual and so relaxed that Hermione felt that she was surfing on the crest of a wave - a very long wave, one that never seemed to break. She could feel Fatima going through the gears until finally she hit the wall. What a contrast her tumultuous orgasm made with the languor of the build-up!

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While she made love to Fatima, Hermione had been mindful of the dildo that was banging against the younger woman's thighs. That awareness, she realised, as Fatima toppled over the edge, needed to be translated into something concrete, otherwise the Pakistani girl might be left in a state of frustration. Furthermore, any failure to act on her part might lead to an attempt by Fatima to wrest back the initiative.

Hermione told her to get on all fours and marvelled again at that incredibly cute asshole, just waiting to be cherished and adored. She shimmied forward on the bed and began to feast on the gossamer-like texture, delighting in the taste of salted caramel. Her taste buds screaming at her for something more - something different - she moved the short distance to her gorgeous cunt and began to lick her out once more, this time with an impatience born of the desire to fill her two wondrous orifices with that unsleeping cock.

Fatima knew what was coming but was powerless to do anything about it. From the moment she entered Hermione's room with her strap-on in her bag and had caught her off guard, whipped off her bra and ...

... started licking her full tits, she had felt unassailable. Looking at the state she had now been reduced to, she had to wonder where it had all gone wrong and how she had come to be so thoroughly under the older woman's thumb. The thought that she was about to be invaded by her own strap-on was the icing on the cake. Then she remembered the incredible feelings she had experienced when Hunter had taken her in the ass for the first time on that momentous night nearly a year ago when she had first met him. Suddenly, any resistance she might have felt to being ass-fucked by this married mother-of-two melted away.

For her part, Hermione, though ostensibly pleased to be drinking Fatima's freely flowing love juices, was afflicted by a sense of dissatisfaction, by a longing for something that remained forever outside of her grasp. Like a person who wants any of the gifts at a Secret Santa apart from the one they have been given, she craved the Pakistani girl's tongue on her folds. She craved a lot else besides, which she didn't want to think about, in the childish belief that, if she thought about it, it wouldn't be a surprise and wouldn't bring her the same delight.

The upshot of her inner turmoil and confusion was that she told Fatima she going to punish her for showing a blatant lack of respect for her. Of course, she didn't explain in what way she had managed to do that. Secretly, she also wanted to punish her for being a bad Moslem, even though she was herself an atheist; more ...