This is chapter 2 of the series. It is strongly recommended that you read the first chapter to follow the story.
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Natasha could only bow her head and cry. The onslaught was relentless. The yells increased the stream of tears flowing from her eyes. Jennifer's assault, even though well provoked, was pounding Natasha's spirit to a pulp.
"How you dare barge into my room...an-and...ughhh...are you a fucking dyke?" Jennifer barked with a look of anger and confusion.
"I-I...Jen-Jennifer I am so sorry...I just couldn't help it." Natasha hopelessly blurted out, not daring to make eye contact with the infuriated girl.
"You couldn't help it? W-What are you...a freak?" Jennifer snapped back. Her tone increasingly puzzled.
Natasha bowed her head once again as she absorbed the hurtful comments. Her uncontrollable sobbing was the shameless acceptance of Jennifer's allegations.
"I can't fucking believe this...I am sooo complaining to the R.A.!" Jennifer announced, exasperated, as she furiously turned to leave the room.
Natasha desperately scrambled on her knees, and managed to clamp down on Jennifer's left knee before she exited the room. With teary eyes she begged Jennifer for forgiveness: "Pleaseeee Jennifer...pleaseee, d-don't do that. I-I would do anything...anything you say. I beg you!" Her pleas were cried out with a desperate whining.
As Jennifer struggled to rid her limb from Natasha's iron grip, it became clear that her efforts were futile and helpless. Natasha's will and determination were simply overpowering.
Finally succumbing to the relentless beggar, Jennifer's heart softened as she gazed down at the fragile and desperate girl avidly holding on to her.
As she studied the helpless creature, an estranged feeling of pity and power quickly took over her. An almost quaint tendency of dominance which seemed to make her body warm and her skin tingle. She couldn't quite grasp the foreign sentiment, yet the new perception excited her immensely.
Impulsively, she started caressing Natasha's hair with consoling strokes: "Okayyy...okayyy...I won't tell. Quit whinning now, would you?" She whispered in an inane state of mind, nonsensical to her own naturalness.
As Natasha heard the comforting words through the reassuringly soft fingers, her heart brightened up with glee and joy.
In an utmost grateful spirit she kissed Jennifer's warm thigh, a mere reflexive peck of happiness. And as she felt Jennifer squirm, she unconsciously placed another kiss on the left inner thigh, a firmer and wetter kiss.
The warmth of Jennifer's tanned silky skin on her lips immediately set her body aflame, blurring her thoughts and her lucidity. She couldn't control herself as she started raining wet pecks on Jennifer's inner thigh.
"Nat-Natasha...w-what the hell are you doing?!?" Jennifer's complaint was partially mitigated by the tickling, yet tender feeling of Natasha's soft lips on her inner thigh.
Yet, Natasha wasn't in full control of her actions, as they were a mechanical response to her unbridled lust.
"Plhheeaseee...pleeeasee...l-let me thank you." Natasha babbled in between kisses of solace.
She then started laving Jennifer's inner thigh with deranged and passionate licks. Her salivating tongue left an excessively wet trail with each stroke, permeating the girl's thigh flesh with warm saliva.
The taste of Jennifer's skin was exquisite, only adding to Natasha's temporary insanity.
"Hmmm...goodness, this is lovely." Natasha whispered with trembling voice and eyes shut, as she savored the girl's flesh.
Jennifer's body seemed to have been paralyzed in time by the fervid caresses, and even though her mind rejected such ministrations, her body was unconsciously accepting them. Instinctively spreading her thighs a bit, she invited Natasha's warm lips, which were already trailing up the path under the hem of her miniskirt.
As Natasha's nostrils captured the mild musk of Jennifer's cunt, she tilted her head in desperation, and pushed her nose into the fragrant crotch.
"Awwww gaaawwwd...this issshhhh greaaat..." Natasha crooned, as she sniffed Jennifer's cunt perfume.
The sudden intrusion startled Jennifer, eliciting a loud gasp from her lips. Then, a hypocritical complaint: "Awwyyy...Nat-Natasha...you need to sto..." But her voice quickly trailed off as she relished the sensation of Natasha's nose wedged between her pussy lips. Instead, the libidinous sensation brought about an unconscious rocking of her hips, as she sought better contact.
Natasha was avidly sniffing Jennifer's crotch. The now very aroused crotch was emitting a more potent feminine musk, an animal-like spice, which had Natasha drooling and blithering: "Hmmm...this is shhoooo ghhoood...plhheeease l-let me thank you..."
Natasha found Jennifer's cunt scent tantalizing and spellbinding. Perhaps sweeter than any exotic flower she had ever smelled, and yet more intoxicating than any fragrance she had ever experienced. The womanly aphrodisiac seemed to have a purifying effect on her, as she found herself drooling from the corners of her mouth, and her stomach growling with sexual hunger. Jennifer's pussy had the smell of nourishment - the fragrance of life giving essence, the unique spice of royal cunt.
Driven by an estranged sensuality, Jennifer continued to rock her hips back and forth, animatedly rubbing her crotch on Natasha's nose. The firm contact on her excited vagina gradually increased her libido, elevating the inexplicable passion that had taken over her.
The deranged, yet synchronized copulation had both girls moaning with excitement. It was an instinctual bond that arose from a deep and dark portion of their spirits; an inherent pact which involuntarily assigned them roles as lovers in a dominant-submissive relationship.