Forbidden Lesbian Seduction

The rest of the evening passed without incident.

Lakesha remained out in the pool area with my daughter and her friends. They gathered around the fire pit roasting marshmallows and making s'mores.

I busied myself with cleaning up after dinner and bringing out snacks and drinks for the kids. I was acutely conscious of my nakedness beneath the thin fabric of my sundress as I attended to my daughter and her friends, always worrying that a sudden, stray gust of wind might expose my freshly shaved pussy for all to see.

By 10:30 p.m. the party was winding down. The local kids said their good-byes and drifted away. Sabrina and Lakesha came inside and went upstairs to take showers before bed.

I sat and watched TV with my husband in the den, but I was not really paying attention to what was happening on the screen.

I was thinking of Lakesha.

I fidgeted on the couch, my pussy aching for her touch as I recalled how she had taken charge of me in the pool house. As the shower ran upstairs, I pictured Lakesha lathering her breasts and pussy, her skin slick as the water sluiced down around her. I imagined myself in the shower stall with her, kneeling before her, eating her pussy as the water cascaded around my face.

"Are you okay, Pam," my husband asked from beside me on the couch.

I started.

"Sorry, what?" I asked, mildly irritated that my musings had been so rudely interrupted.

"It's just that you've seemed a little distracted since this afternoon. I was asking if you were okay."

I smiled at him and took his hand.

"I'm fine, honey. Just a little tired. I think I'm going to go to bed."

"Yeah, me too," he responded, turning off the TV with the remote.

We both got up from the couch and headed upstairs.

Lakesha and Sabrina greeted us at the top of the stairs, fresh from the shower and wearing matching fluffy white robes. They hugged us both and pecked us goodnight, Lakesha embracing me for a beat too long. Her fresh, clean scent was intoxicating.

The girls headed for Sabrina's room, where they both always slept when Lakesha was visiting. I had always thought it was cute that the girls slept in the same room, kind of like an old-fashioned slumber party.

Now I wasn't so sure.

I found myself wondering if Lakesha slept naked. I pushed the thought away.

"Good night, girls. Don't stay up too late" I admonished with feigned maternal concern, all the while thinking of nothing but burying my face in Lakesha's wet cunt in less than an hour.

As if sensing my thoughts, Lakesha turned to look at me as she approached the door to the bedroom.

"Good night, Dr. Jennings. I'll see you soon," she said, wiggling her fingers flirtatiously, before closing the door behind her.

I tossed and turned in bed in my frumpy nightgown for what seemed like an eternity, but was in reality only about a half an hour. My husband was already sound asleep beside me. My hand kept creeping down to my pussy, but I somehow restrained myself from masturbating, despite my ongoing state of extreme arousal.

I instinctively knew that Lakesha would not approve of me playing with myself before our rendezvous.

I looked at the bedside clock.

11:39 p.m.

I stayed in bed for five more minutes, my husband snoring beside me, then silently rose.

I crept stealthily down the stairs and out the back door toward the pool, feeling the cool evening air on my bare pussy beneath my nightgown.

Under the light of the full moon, I walked up to the door of the pool house and slipped inside.

Returning to the scene of the crime, I thought guiltily as I closed the door behind me.

The pool house was surprisingly bright, lit by luminous moonbeams shining down through the two skylights in the ceiling. I was relieved to find that the small room no longer smelled like a brothel, the scent of my earlier arousal having now been completely dissipated.

I quickly pulled off my nightgown and folded it, placing it on the cedar bench nearby. I walked to the center of the room and knelt on the cool tile floor.

After less than a minute, my knees were already smarting. I jumped up quickly and grabbed a fluffy towel. I folded it into neat rectangle and placed it on the floor before kneeling back down.

Much better.

I took a deep, steadying breath and waited patiently in the dim light of the pool house for Lakesha to arrive, my pussy pulsing in time with my heartbeat.

A few minutes later, I heard the door leading out to the pool opening slowly.

I straightened on my knees and looked up.

And there she was.

Lakesha was nude. No robe. No nightgown. Not even a towel. She walked into the room with the easy, fluid grace of a wood nymph entring a secluded forest glade, completely unselfconscious in her nakedness. She stepped silently across the room and stood before me in all her glory, her hands resting on her hips.

I looked up at her in awe, my breath catching in my throat.

She loomed over me like a goddess, her mocha skin gleaming in the silver moonlight. Her braids had been freed from their ponytail and now cascaded down around her shoulders, framing her beautiful face in a corona of shadows.

For over a minute, Lakesha didn't move or speak. She just stood there and let me admire her majestic presence.

I let my gaze drift down her body. There were those perfect breasts, the large purplish brown nipples already stiff with arousal. I took in her flat stomach, the contours of her six pack clearly defined in the slanted moonlight. Finally, I let my eyes linger on the vertex of her thighs.

I got my first good look at her pussy.

It was absolutely perfect.

She was shaved and smooth. Her slit was flanked by plump dark brown labia. Even in the dim light, I could see that the delicate inner lips were engorged and dewed with arousal. Her fat, over-sized clit was slick and swollen, straining against the taut confinement of its delicate hood.

As I watched, she shifted on her feet and her lips parted slightly, revealing the glistening, pink flesh inside the purpled edges of her inner labia.

I moaned softly.

Lakesha smiled down at me and spoke for the first time.

"Are you ready to serve me, pet?"

I looked up into her face.

"Yes, Lakesha," I replied softly, my voice husky and dry.

She stepped closer.

"It's Miss Lakesha, from now on, Pamsy. Understood?"

I swallowed, my eyes trained like a laser beam on her pussy.

"Yes, Miss Lakesha," I replied softly.

"So, you wish to be trained to please me, Pamsy?"

"Yes, Miss Lakesha," I answered meekly.

She reached down and cupped my chin, tilting my face upward until our eyes met. For several seconds, she stared down at me, her eyes bright and clear. Then her expression darkened and her eyes narrowed, her gaze turning menacing and implacable in the dim light.

"Okay, cunt. Beg me train you as my whore," she ordered, her voice dripping disdain.

There it was again, the c-word.

This time I didn't flinch.

Instead, I felt a thrilling shudder of humiliation at the deliberate, casual cruelty of her words, the viciousness of her tone.

Suddenly, I didn't want anything to do with my old life. I didn't want to be a respected physician or a dedicated wife and mother.

I wanted to be Lakesha's cunt.

I stared up into her eyes and chose my words carefully.

"Please train this worthless cunt to please your superior pussy, Miss Lakesha," I replied eagerly, my eyes never leaving hers, the the forbidden c-word falling like ashes from my mouth.

As soon as I spoke, I felt another electric shiver of arousal, my sopping pussy tingling and pulsing at the dark, primal carnality of my own self-abasement.

As I knelt there at Lakesha's feet, I savored the degradation of the moment, reveling in the dark depravity of my own debauchment.

This was where I belonged.

Lakesha smiled down at me, obviously impressed.

"Okay, Pamsy, I'll take you on."

My heart soared.

"Thank you, Miss Lakesha!" I gushed with genuine gratitude.

"You're welcome, pet," she replied, smiling and patting me on the head like a puppy.

I shifted my gaze back down to her perfect pussy.

"Please." I pleaded apropos of nothing.

Lakesha smirked down at me.

"Please, what, Pamsy?"

"Please can I eat your pussy, Miss Lakesha?" I asked longingly, my eyes never leaving the glorious bounty between her thighs.

I wasn't trying to be dramatic or forward. I just figured that was what was expected of me.

I mean it was right there, staring me in the face.

Lakesha smiled down at me, shaking her head indulgently, as if the prospect of a mere mortal like myself being able to satisfy a goddess like her was utterly ridiculous.

"Oh no, pet. Tonight is all about you."

She snapped her fingers.

"Stand up, let's have a look at you," she ordered curtly.

I quickly rose and stood before her.

"Spread your legs, cunt. Hands laced behind your head."

My pussy squelched again.

I was firmly in her hands now.

I was her cunt.

I quickly complied.

"Spread your legs wider. Eyes down. Don't eyeball me, you stupid whore," she ordered.

I did as she ordered, her disparaging words stabbing me to my core, my pussy tingling afresh with each new slight.

"This is called inspection position," she informed me casually. "This is how you will stand when I want to have a good look at you or when I want to show you off to others."

I felt another electric spasm of arousal at the thought of being put on display like this in front of a complete stranger.

What was happening to me?

"Yes, Miss Lakesha," I replied softly.

I stood before her, completely exposed, my body on display. I felt her gaze travel brazenly up and down my body as she inspected her new toy, igniting yet another enervating thrum of delicious humiliation.

Lakesha began to circle me slowly.

I flinched slightly as she began to poke and prod me, as if I were a head of livestock she was considering purchasing. She twisted my nipples and then slapped both my modest breasts dismissively.

She came up behind me and caressed both of my buttocks, her hands squeezing each globe appraisingly. Finally, she pinched at the flesh around the middle of my waist, assessing my degree of body fat. I squirmed slightly, but held my position as she completed her inspection.

Satisfied, she smacked both of my ass cheeks hard.

"Very nice, Pamsy. You've kept yourself in pretty good shape for an old cow."

"Thank you, Miss Lakesha," I replied softly, my ears burning and pussy tingling at the casual venom in her words.

She smacked my left ass cheek again, even harder than before.

I yelped, but remained still.

"I'll expect absolute obedience, cunt. If you fail me, you'll be punished."

Another vibrating pulse from my aching pussy.

"Yes, Miss Lakesha," I replied dutifully.

"Good girl," she said crisply, giving my ass one last swat.

Lakesha turned to face me. She in leaned in and kissed me deeply on the mouth, our tongues intertwining. I felt my knees weaken.

She broke the kiss and reached down and cupped my pussy with the palm of her right hand.

"Still wet I see," she said conversationally. "You really are a whore, aren't you, Pamsy?" she asked derisively.

"Yes, Miss Lakesha," I responded softly, my voice quavering at her touch.

"You pleased me today, Pamsy. I enjoyed making you cum."

I flushed with elation at the small, throw-away compliment.

"Thank you, Miss Lakesha," I chirped, delighted. "I enjoyed it as well," I added inanely, wincing at my own clumsy presumptuousness.

Lakesha stared at me balefully for several beats, then let it go.

She slapped my pussy gently, then cupped it more firmly. I could actually feel my vagina throbbing against her hand, so desperate was my need.

She stared into my eyes.

"If we do this, Pamsy, it will mean I own you. You know that, right? I'll use you whenever I want, however I want. Understood?" she asked, slapping my pussy again for emphasis.

I swallowed.

"Yes, Miss Lakesha. I understand."

Lakesha looked at me for several beats and then nodded to herself.

"I think it's time for me to get better acquainted with my property, don't you agree, cunt?"

"Yes Miss Lakesha," I replied breathlessly.

With that, she cupped my pussy even more firmly, then began to walk slowly backwards toward the cedar bench, pulling me along by the tension of her hand on my pussy. I found myself lifting up on tiptoes and walking with short, mincing steps across the room to keep up with her, all the while struggling to keep my own hands laced behind my head.

When we arrived at the bench, she reached up and gently lowered both of my hands, twirling my fingers in hers. She pulled me to her and kissed me deeply. I swooned, feeling the heat of our bodies pressed up against one another. She released my hands and held me in her arms as I melted against her.

"There, there, Pamsy," she cooed gently as she lowered me slowly to the bench.

She sat down beside me on the bench to my left. She leaned over and nuzzled my neck. I felt her breath on my ear as she whispered to me.

"Spread," she ordered simply.

I spread my legs and turned to kiss her. She snaked her tongue deep into my mouth as she reached over casually rested her left hand on my slick vulva.

I began to grind against her hand.

"No, no, Pamsy," she admonished gently. "Tonight you cum on my tongue, pet."

I groaned in frustration as she withdrew her hand.

I leaned over, kissing her even more deeply, exploring her mouth with my tongue, my eyes closing in absolute exultation.

I felt her break the kiss, then heard her slide down off the bench and on to her knees.

When I opened my eyes again, she was kneeling between my legs, smiling up at me.

She place her hands on my knees, pulling my legs wider apart.

"Have you ever been with a woman, Pamsy?" she asked me playfully.

"No, Miss Lakesha," I replied softly, gazing down at her, dazzled by her impossible beauty.

I realized I was trembling.

"Mmmmm, that's wonderful, Pamsy. Miss Lakesha is going to make this night very special for you, pet."

"Thank you, Miss Lakesha," I sighed, my heart fluttering in my chest like a small, trapped bird.

She leaned forward, pushing my thighs further apart as she lowered her pretty face toward my throbbing pussy.

She stopped just shy of making contact, gazing straight into my sex.

"Mmmm, such a pretty pussy, Pamsy," she said softly.

She leaned in even further, her nose now millimeters from my quivering flesh.

She paused, then inhaled deeply.

"Oooh, Pamsy, you smell delicious, pet."

At last she leaned in and kissed me gently on the middle of my slit.

I almost came right then from the sheer eroticism of the moment.

My entire body was vibrating with arousal, my skin hot and flushed. I realized I was breathing heavily in anticipation of what was to come. I could actually feel my juices wetting my vulva as my pussy ripened before her.

Finally, she slowly extended her tongue as I watched.

The pink ribbon of muscle seemed to go on forever as it unfurled from her mouth, the tip curling lewdly.

She looked up into my eyes, then very deliberately began to flick the tip of her tongue against my swollen, throbbing clit.

My body tensed as her tongue began to dance rapidly against my sensitive clit.

I groaned loudly, suddenly overcome with the urgency of my own need, the entire universe of my senses collapsing down into the throbbing, flickering, wet interface of tongue and clit.

I managed to keep still for several seconds as her dexterous tongue did its work. In less than a minute, I could feel my first orgasm approaching. I moaned and leaned back, placing both of my palms down on to the bench behind me to steady myself.

I began to move against her. It didn't take me long to cum.

I screamed as I came, pounding the surface of the bench with the flat of my right hand as my entire body shuddered. My head lolled back as wave after wave of intense euphoria coursed through the very essence of my being.

The orgasm seemed to last forever.

I had cum from the touch of another woman for the first time in my life.

When it was over, I looked down at Lakesha, who was beaming up at me, her face radiant in the moonlight.

"Thank you, Miss Lakesha," I whispered, my voice small and laden with the serenity of complete and utter satiation.

Her smile widened.

"We're just getting started, pet," she said mischievously, then bent again to her work.

Lakesha made me cum three more times with her tongue flicking against my clit in the next fifteen minutes, each paroxysm of release seemingly longer and stronger than the last.

I was panting and grunting now as she continued to flick my clit with her tongue, not allowing me even a second to recover. I felt sweat dripping down the small of my back and trickling down the crack of my ass. Once again I became keenly aware of the scent of my own arousal, my musk permeating the still, humid air of the small room.

Just when I thought there was no way she could possibly coax another orgasm out of me, Lakesha shifted gears completely, enlivening the quivering flesh of my pussy anew. I felt her tongue leave my swollen, throbbing clit and suddenly snake deep inside me. The walls of my vagina clenched spasmodically around the firm, probing pink ribbon of muscle as her lively tongue wriggled ever more deeply up into my dripping pussy.

In seconds I was on the brink again, my pelvis bucking against her tongue. I slapped both hands down against the sorface of the bench as I felt myself cresting again, this orgasm shaping up to be my most powerful yet.

This time I came with her tongue embedded completely in my pussy, grinding my clit against the bridge of her nose. I squeaked helplessly as I came, temporarily unable to form any other human vocalizations as my entire body stiffened with the ecstasy of my release. The orgasm seemed to last a full minute as I continued to buck against her, rutting shamelessly against her face until the spasm gradually subsided.

Still, she went on.

Lakesha withdrew her tongue and engulfed my entire clit into her mouth, suckling the swollen nubbin of flesh urgently. She slipped two fingers inside me, twirling them to massage my g-spot.

My pussy contracted rhythmically around Lakesha's fingers, pulsing and throbbing as yet another orgasm approached.

I lifted my ass from the bench, supporting myself on trembling thighs, my hands splayed out behind me on the bench. I leaned back and began to thrust my pelvis back and forth in time with Lakesha's fingers.

Suddenly I felt like I had to pee.

I reached down to push her away, not wanting to despoil the moment, but Lakesha pushed my hand away.

"Hush. Don't worry. Just let it go," she murmured into my quivering flesh before engulfing my throbbing clit back into her mouth.

From her tone, it was obvious that Lakesha had sensed something building within me and was encouraging me to let it happen.

I decided to trust her and to not fight it.

I let the energy of whatever was coming flow freely through my shuddering body. I held my breath as my orgasm approached, my entire body tingling in anticipation. I was suddenly overcome by a feeling of fullness deep in my loins I had never experienced before. I threw my head back and howled into the moonlight as I felt myself finally slipping over the edge.

Sensing the nearness of my release, Lakesha increased the tempo of her thrusts and suckled my clit even more intensely.

And then my final orgasm was upon me.

I suddenly stiffened, my back arched, my ass off the bench, my entire body frozen in perfect equipoise over the abyss.

And then it happened.

I squirted for the first time in my life.

I looked down just in time to see a large gush of fluid erupt around Lakesha's fingers, followed by a powerful spray of warm liquid that completely soaked her face and hair.