Popular Post hamiatanzal Posted July 31 Popular Post Posted July 31 I met Heather when I was 17 and she was 11 years older. I was at the home of my school boyfriend, where his *** had invited Heather over for some beers. For us, it was love at first sight. A beautiful femme, I remember her gaze up and down my body as a gentle caress, which made me blush. Up to that moment, I only had the occasional school boyfriends that never meant much to me. I guess that was another sign of popularity, but to consider a lesbian affection at the time had never crossed my mind. In fact, I was a traditional girl, the pride of my family. My life was as dull as going through family vacations, church on sundays, best in the class, never interrupting a conversation, especially between men, being polite all the time. And of course, the traditional morning brush strokes on my uncut hair to around the count of 100, it seemed. I didn't consider myself naive, because I could usually tell between the truth or false, but I was definitely innocent in matters of love, sex and relations. Heather did break me, and she did a great job at breaking me! A year after we met, Heather and I were living together. And as lovers, Heather showed me all that she knew including her passions. She owned a big, comfortable suburban home, where she had an arsenal of sex toys that I had never seen or knew existed. And her dominant personality embraced my submissive nature to perfection. Regularly, she called me her pet. She inserted her favorite butt plug with a fox tail in my ass, and I wore it most of the day while completely naked, as Heather wore an anal hook, and I licked her clit until she squirted. Most times, and even while we fucked, she left the door of our home wide open for added stimulation. When ready, she took me to our king-size bed with a bronze headboard, and I knelt on it. She blindfolded me, gagged me with our silicone ball gag, and tied my wrists to the top of the headboard. By this time, my pussy was dripping fluid with anticipation. Then she throwed the fox tale on top of my ass cheeks, so she can see it, and fucked me doggie style with a silicone strap-on, while fondling and squeezing my breasts. On our first anniversary, she wanted to give me a special treat, although she kept it all a secret. She omitted the fox tail butt plug and the gag, but she carefully blindfolded me, and after she tied my wrists to the headboard, she tied my ankles to the bronze footboard as well, while allowing me just enough length to kneel in doggie style with legs apart. It seemed quiet and weird, until I felt a push upwards on my thigh and someone went under me, while sliding a rock hard strap-on in my pussy. A turn of my face cheek guided my mouth to another strap-on, which I eagerly started to suck. Then I felt with *** another one sliding in my ass. I was cumming, dripping wet all over with lust, but the sudden stretching of my butt did hurt. I just loosened up while wanting to get its whole length in me. I had the three strap-ons in and out of me in unison, as I dropped my fluids nonstop, and every thrust was met with a harsh humm from my throat. After a while, the three started rotating from my three holes, in an endless succession, over and over again. And with every rotation, my tongue slided out of my mouth, dripping saliva as well in total abandon. After all this ended, we took a shower and went out for dinner and dancing. But Heather never said anything about the lovers or who they were. I do assume that she was one of them, but she never let me know either, and I could not notice the familiar sweet smell of her skin. I only knew that this felt like nothing before, and hoped to repeat an experience that I will never forget. --
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