Anya stood in the doorway of her little brother's bedroom gazing at the nude figure of the completely fucked out young dark haired woman who lay sleeping on the bed. The brown eyed Italian teenager was very beautiful, especially with the glow of her being pregnant and Anya could see why Orson was so hot for her. The sight of the woman made her hot as well.
Raising the digital camera to her eyes she took another photograph from that position before stepping into the room. She wasn't at all worried that the woman would wake up and catch her standing there taking pictures. After the way Orson had fucked her through the night the Italian girl was exhausted she would probably sleep through an earthquake.
Isabel stirred, rolling onto her back and displaying the entire front of her body. Anya took picture after picture from different angles while enjoying the view. The small, slender, blond haired beauty allowed her eyes and her camera to record every succulent inch of the sleeping young woman. Her gaze travelled from the serene vision of Isabel's lovely, young face to the firm swells of her brown nippled breasts, across the distended mound of her growing belly, to the trimmed triangle of silken sable fur that adorned her pubic mound and the plump petals that formed her slit.
As Anya looked at Isabel she noticed how the other woman's smooth, tawny skin gleamed with perspiration beneath the light of the morning sun that poured through the bedroom window. She also saw that streaks and gobs and the dried crustiness of white cum covered her from head to toe. Some women might have found the sight to be disgusting, but to Anya the view was mouthwatering. It was as if she was looking at an enticing dessert that was spattered with whipped cream. Staring at the dense mess of dried and drying whiteness that streaked and matted the soft forest of brown hairs at the girl's crotch, and the thick wads that continued to drip from between the friction reddened lips of her pussy, Anya licked her lips as the tingling in her hot, wet pussy grew more intense.
Anya was twenty three. Four Years older than Orson. She had graduated from college that summer and was staying with her parents until she got a job and was able to afford a place of her own. Being extremely close to her brother, she knew everything about his lovelife. She was aware of his having popped Isabel's cherry on the night of their prom and knew that he had been screwing the horny young bitch almost daily ever since. She also knew that there was a good chance that the baby she was carrying was her brother's child.
I wonder what her fiancé would think if he knew what she was doing behind his back?
Anya asked herself.
Would he still marry her tomorrow if he knew that she was already cheating on him and would cheat on him even more in the future?
The pixielike blond haired beauty had no doubt that the Italian teenager would continue her unfaithful ways. From what she had witnessed of the girl's sexual appetite, she knew that Isabel would never be able to curb the heat n her snatch in order to be a respectable housewife. No. That would never do. She might get married, but she wouldn't restrain herself to only one cock. She would have lovers, and many of them. Being married would only give her a sense of security that would allow her to fuck even more.
Orson called her a budding slut, and on several occasions, as they rested after a hot fuck session, Anya had heard the girl voice a desire to experience new and exciting things. Some of those things Anya had already done, and others she also fantasized about doing. The tiny blond woman felt they had a lot in common and believed they would be good friends.
Anya took another photograph of the sleeping woman. A close up of her face, calm and relaxed, eyes closed with slightly parted lips covered with jizz. She then changed the memory stick and programmed the timer to take photographs at random continuous intervals before placing the camera on the bedside table facing the bed.
It was something she had done many times before. She began doing it when she was in college and was intrigued about the constant grunting and moaning from her roommate's bedroom at night. She got quite as large collection of pictures of Lauren's exceptionally sluttish sexcapades, which were most notable for their lack of inhibition. Oral, vaginal, anal, threeways, girl on girl, there was nothing the young blond wouldn't do. Anya became especially interested in, and aroused by, the lesbian interactions she recorded. Being virginal, and not very close to her roommate at that time, she was unsure of how she should go about approaching her about the subject. But after viewing the photographs of her roommate with several other women one night, while listening to the moans of pleasure released by two women that came from the other bedroom as she rubbed the wet, golden fleeced lips of her gushing cunt and stroked her tingling clit, she became so excited that she couldn't take it anymore and went to the other room where she was embraced and taught the many joys of sapphism.
Recalling her first sexual experience sent a rush of sensation through the slender, young blond woman's hairy snatch. A fresh burst of her fragrant juices sprayed from between the lips of her slit to splatter against the crotch of her already sodden panties. Anya felt that her pussy was so wet the abundant liquid of her gushings should be trickling down the insides of her thighs, and when she reached down to rub her cunt though the front of the oversized t-shirt she wore she caused a wet patch to appear at the space just beneath her fingers. The act of caressing her hot gash also disturbed the manner in which the crotch of her panties was cupped under her crotch to let the hot, sticky nectar that had pooled there to spill free and pour down the inside of her right leg to wet the floor.
