This is a story of a divorced mature beautiful, and very sexy bi sexual woman, falling for her daughter's bi sexual and also beautiful black best friend. Heather is a dominant personality and soon had her friends mother under control, Her handsome almost irresistibly good looking black boyfriend takes her away from her. Only for the womans daughter to undo the knots that bind them together. This story is lesbian, and black sex.
Heather Watson was gazing at the glorious sight in front of her, the small, tight, and very splendid ass was right in front of her, her pussy tingled, and her nipples twitched hard. She so wanted to grab a hold of it, kiss it, lick it, suck it, along with the rest of the fabulous owner.
The owner of such luxury was Jenny Jordan, and she was the mother of Heather's best friend Carol. They had met two years ago when she moved to her school; they got on like a house on fire, told each other everything, well nearly everything. Heather hadn't told Carol of her fixation with her gorgeous divorced mother, the divorce being the reason they had moved here.
Jenny Jordan was sex on legs as far as Heather was concerned, about 5ft 6" a fantastic body which she had seen many times in her home, and in the garden whilst sunbathing. It was a delight, smooth and rounded in all the right places, she moved with grace and femininity. Her long hair, red in some light, dark brown in others was gorgeous, just like her.
Heather was bi sexual, and it sometimes depended on the day of the week, or which side of the bed she had got out of that morning. Whether she was a lesbian this day, a heterosexual or both, but in reality, Heather was both. She was nineteen and a bit, hadn't gone to college as Carol had, she came home every Friday and went back every Sunday night, sometimes on a Monday morning, depending on her school curriculum.
Heather was everything a girl like herself wanted to be, black and beautiful, 5ft 10" a statuesque woman in the making, she had everything, a gorgeous face, long silky jet black hair, and a fabulous body that she was now well aware of thanks to her boyfriend, and her past school teacher who Heather had trapped one day after class and got her big style.
Her teacher became just that, her lesbian teacher, she was married, but that didn't stop Heather from doing her when opportunity arose. And she would visit her home too, and take her teacher to her own bed. She had tried to resist, but Heather's insistence wore her down, and she did indeed, go down!
Heather had picked up the vibes in her classes, the side looks the wistful glances and sighs. Heather tested the waters now and agin with little loks and touches unseen by others. Then one day just after lessons she went to Janet, her teacher, stood behind her, and said.
"You seem tight today Mrs Wallace, let me see if I can help you?" And before her teacher could react, Heather had her hands on her shoulders and started a massage, one that left Mrs Wallace gasping.
"You like this Mrs Wallace don't you?" she asked huskily, "you like me doing this don't you, hmmm? Do you like my touch Mrs Wallace?" Her head rolled from side to side, she was almost asleep with Heather's wonderful touch.
Heather broke the spell by kissing her teachers neck, biting it, and running her hands down and over her breasts where her nipples screamed as Heathers palms ran over them. Then she just said.
"That's enough for now Janet, don't you think, maybe I'll do it again tomorrow, if you can be a good girl for me?" It was more of a statement of intent than a question, then she walked out of the classroom without a backward glance.
Mrs Wallace sat there completely stunned, shell shocked and utterly aroused, it had been years since another woman, or even a girl had done this to her, but the results were the same. She absolutely adored the attention, and the way her nipples cried out for it. She hurried into her little stockroom and delved her hand into her knickers and brought herself off. Heathers applications in her mind, her knees buckled when she came and she nearly fell down.
Heather, being the girl she was, had now set a target, and Mrs Wallace was the target, she was going to go after her teacher now and get her. She didn't know yet that Mrs Wallace was already got! She had a thing for black women, her lover all those years ago in college had been black, and she had missed her and it, ever since. She even had a thing for black men, although she had never been with one and never would. And though she would try to fend her off, the growing black beauty who had her in her sights, was about to shoot her down.
After class the following day Mrs Wallace had asked another girl to stay behind to do some follow up work, Heather smiled, "Won't do you any good teach," she said to herself, smiling at and catching Mrs Wallace's eyes. Heather gave her a knowing look then casually made her way to the exit, turned an slowly made her way back just in time to see the girl closing the classroom door behind her.
"Great timing Heather," she praised herself. She opened the door and walked in silently. Mrs Wallace was sat at her desk as she had done the day before, and she was engrossed in school books. Heather sidled up behind her, took a deep silent breath, and moved as her hands landed on her neck and shoulders, Heather said, "Here I am Mrs Wallace; let me take the stress out of your day for you, hmmm?"
Her teacher tried to rise but Heather held her down, "don't struggle Janet, its okay, it's only me Heather, now keep still, you know you love this, don't you?"
"Heather please don't, this isn't right, I'm your teacher, I will lose my job if someone found us here like this," she almost bleated. Mrs Wallace wasn't a tall woman, only about 5ft 2" extremely good looking, a dirty blond haired woman, and most of the pupils had the hots for her.
But only Heather had seen past the veneer, the covering over her persona, Janet Wallace was also a weak individual, though she hid it well. But Heather had seen, she knew. And now she had everything going for her, height, weight, a much superior personality, and definitely the determination to succeed.
Where as Mrs Wallace, who while being much more than an able teacher, was putty in the hands of a knowing woman, and in Heather, she was in knowing hands. She tried once more to rise, but Heathers hands were already working their magic and Janet could feel herself giving in.
"I'll let her do this for a while, then I'll make her stop," she said to herself, which was the most hopeless thing she could have advised.
Heather worked away, judging the moment to move in for the kill to perfection. She heard from Janet, mewling, sighing, and soft gasps, she bent down and kissed her neck, another sigh, more kisses brought more sighs. Nibbling her everywhere she could reach, Heather had her teacher rolling her head to give her all the access she needed.
Then the coup de gras, she slid her hands down and cupped her breasts. "Heather, don't, please don't, Oh Heather pleeeeease." It was her plea for release, of course it fell on deaf ears. Heather gripped her nipples through her blouse and bra, and it was game over.
"You want me to keep doing this don't you Janet, you can't resist me can you, tell me to stop now Janet and I will, go on Janet!" she ordered her, silence, nothing but silence. Heather rapidly undid her blouse pulled her bra up and took the rock hard and bullet like teats in her fingers. Her teacher moaned deeply.
"Come on Janet, we need to be private don't you think?" Janet could only nod her head. Heather helped her to her feet, hurriedly went to and locked the classroom door, took Janet by the hand and pulled her into her tiny stock room. There she took full control of her, saying, because she now realised that most of her seduction was her down to being black.
"You like me being black don't you Janet," she whispered into her ear, "you love black, and especially someone beautiful and black like me don't you?"
