Sarah groaned, but licked at the sweet, cum-drenched breasts that Jenny thrust into her face, regardless. Jenny giggled delightedly at her tongue and rubbed them into Sarah cheeks.
"Mmmmmhhhmmmm!" she squealed. "Okay there, sleepyhead! That's enough of that! Time to rise and shine!"
Jenny withdrew her tits from Sara's mouth and squeezed them together with her hands, just out of her lover's reach.
"You want more of this, don't you?" she asked.
Sarah nodded, a look of pleading on her face.
"Good." Jenny released both breasts, and turned to the dresser. "But I'm going to make you wait until we've found Meralin again. You did promise, remember?"
Of all the things that Sarah secretly loved about Jenny, it was the fact that Jenny understood it was the chase she loved the most. And, of all the girls that Sarah had been with, it was Jenny whom she loved to chase the most. After all, who wouldn't love chasing after Jennifer's ass? Most girls bounce when they walk (something that Sarah always loved when it came to the physical chase), but Jenny's tush was so round and lovely that it seemed to bounce when she so much as thought about walking. Even just looking at her standing before the dresser, sweat beaded on the small of her back, pert behind geometrically-round, pussy lips spread just below, made Sarah drool a little.
"I remember," Sarah said, her cock throbbing to enter that perfect ass.
Jenny laughed a bright, twinkling laugh, and pulled on a long, tight gray sweater that barely covered her pussy-lips. She went to the windows and threw the curtains wide so that the morning's golden sunlight fell upon her and made her glow.
"Well, come on then," she said, dancing to the bed and pressing her smiling face and shining eyes close to Sarah's. "Let's get out of bed and head on with the day!"
She withdrew her face and, arms held daintily to her side, danced out of the room.
Sarah, in the coming days, would barely remember getting out of bed, dressing herself, or eating breakfast. She certainly remembered, however, following Jenny's rear out to the edge of the pressing forest.
But then, how could she be expected to devote any mental faculties to efforts which weren't directly involved with following her girlfriend's ass?
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Meralin, the witch, lived not far away (sometimes), and very far away (other times). She had a house in the forest which pressed close Jenny and Sarah's small town, and although Sarah was reasonably certain that her house didn't move through Meralin's magic, she could not be so sure that the trees themselves didn't sometimes pick it up and bear it away to new locales. Some mornings, when Sarah looked out of the window, she saw Meralin's bright window peeking out of the trees not one hundred yards away, other mornings, she would spot it way around the other side of town. But, mostly, she didn't see it at all. Just the evening before, she'd seen its windows close by, near to the forest's edge. But, this morning its light was nowhere to be seen.
There were a lot of things in the forest which the girls did not want to upset. There were evil witches who lived in huts and toyed with passerby and malicious wizards who lived in ancient castles with crumbling parapets and ivy-festooned walls, there were swamps and bogs and things which smelled rank and which pulled one down until they could never hope to escape, there were errant knights who'd lost their minds long ago and who have since fallen upon unwary passerby. There were many other things, besides.
But, there were also a pleasant things in the forest, which the girls would have been happy to stumble upon. There were sun-filled clearings with magic chalices in their centers that would fulfill your heart's greatest desire, there were wise old stones which provided prudent advice when asked about mundane things, there were enchanted wolves that would take you anywhere you wanted to go if you petted them along their flank, and there were trees whose sap could be made into an aphrodisiac so powerful not even a witch could resist.
The witch Meralin was not one of these small marvels, however; she was, of all the other marvels, perhaps the grandest.
The only problem was that, although Sarah had run across her twice before, both experiences had been accidental. She had no more idea how to find Meralin again than she did any of the other marvels. But, after Jenny had gotten it into her head that she wanted a cock to match Sarah's, she'd worked at Sarah's resolve until finally, Sarah had cracked and promised to take Jenny.
#
Rickety old houses butted up against the edge of town, leaning away from the forest as though afraid of it, and the path which led into the trees was a line of green, barely touched grass. No one walked on the path, nor did anyone maintain it, and the common supposition was that a strong magic kept it in pristine condition. Jenny, eyes shining in the morning light, took Sarah's hand in her own and pressed it into the space between her breasts, craning her lips down to kiss it.
"You sure you want this?" Sarah said to her.
Jenny looked at the forest for a little while, then turned to look at Sarah again. While Jenny had not changed from her long sweater (Sarah had long ago grown accustomed to her never wearing appropriate clothing), Sarah wore a red blouse which hugged her breasts and a pair of cotton stockings, through which the bulge of her cock was clearly visibly. Jenny looked at Sarah's bulge, licked her lips, and nodded.
"It looks so pretty, Sarah," she said, biting her lip and staring at the outline of Sarah's bizarre womanhood before looking down and lifting her sweater to view the smooth, cock-less line of her panties. She glanced quickly at the imposing trees looming before them, and at the quaint houses piled up the forest's edge (that is, to uncertainty and to safety), before nodding. "As long as you're with me," she said, "I'm sure I want this."
So, off they went, Sarah leading the way, and Jenny marveling at the subtle view she had of Sarah's gorgeous cock tucked away in the leggings. Sarah would much rather have had Jenny lead the way, so that she could admire her girlfriend's pert rear, but she knew that Jenny would soon be nervous if she were to lead. Such were the sacrifices that lovers make for one another.
