Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2005 14:35:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Edna Martinez <baby_edna2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sweet Natasha (Chapter 3)

Natasha quickly got up on her feet and made a staggering retreat. She did
not dare to gaze at Carrie again. As she passed next to the speechless
girl, Natasha nervously quickened her pace. She needed to exit the crime
scene as soon as possible. With puzzled and searching eyes upon her,
Natasha wanted the ground to swallow her instantly.

Making it to the safety of her room, away from judging eyes, Natasha
collapsed on her bed aghast and confused with emotions.

`Goodness, what am I doing...How did I end up like this?'

Everything seemed too unreal to Natasha, almost as if she was living an
insane dream. When had she become a slave to this inexplicable passion,
this unrestrained hunger that was consuming her being and taking her life
by storm?

`Natasha, remember to stay on the righteous path...you are a decent and
respectable young lady...'

Her mother's words of wisdom always seemed to torture her mind in the
direst of moments. Reminding her that her life was a total chaos - a pile
of confusing memories and futile moments completely void of happiness.

Inevitably drifting into the past, she remembered all of the grief and
struggle, the painful years of silence that she endured throughout her
youth; the self-imprisonment that shackled her feelings for so long. She
remembered the excruciating days of mental oppression that purged her very
soul, leaving her in an almost suicidal state.

And yet, it was this very anger and frustration that somehow pushed her
deeper into the embrace of a perverse fate. It drove her curiosity and
fueled her hunger for the unknown.

Natasha would have loved to yell out her desires to the entire world - rub
it in her mother's face like a terrible nightmare. Yet, she knew that the
mere contemplation of such a taboo subject would have killed the old lady
for sure.  There were not words tame enough that would that would have
sufficed. Instead, she had to remain silent to avoid a calamity.

As Natasha swallowed bitterly, she could feel Jennifer's slightly viscous
vaginal-fluid trickling down her throat. Its salty tang and oily texture
had her unconsciously searching every corner of her mouth for remaining
drops reminiscent of the brunette's climax. Natasha could still feel the
warm ticklish mist of cunt milk hitting her tonsils. The sensation was
burnt into her tactile senses like a prophetic mark - a symbol of
ownership.

Natasha felt her heart accelerate as she remembered Jennifer's words:

"Oh gawd yes, suck it..."

The use of such unrefined language seemed to inflame her with desire. The
antic words incongruous to Natasha's polite manners signified something
real and vivid. They were a testament of the passion that she had
inexpertly inflicted in Jennifer.

But it all seemed like a beautiful dream - yes, one of those dreams that
dreadfully eluded her just a couple months back. Had she really sucked on
Jennifer's vagina? Unconsciously, she brought her hands to her mouth at a
safe distance, and tested her breath. The faint scent of cunt warmed by her
own respiration, immediately hit her nostrils, reminding her that indeed it
was a reality.

Natasha couldn't help a slight chuckle as she realized the awkward nature
of her action; yet, the irony behind it excited her immensely - her mouth
smelled like pussy. She bit her lower lip and collapsed on the pillow as
she reminisced on the cold thrilling facts. She had put her mouth on
another girl's privates.  The mere idea of such an obscenity seemed
deplorable and immoral. Yet, Natasha found its depraved nature alluring and
defying.

`Yes mom, I am doing great in college. I am learning how to suck
on....Hehehe!'

This thought hit her unexpectedly, making her blush and giggle as she
contemplated the possibilities. Her mother would have surely fainted just
knowing that her daughter harbored such impure thoughts. But such
rebelliousness only spelled tragedy in her mind, so she quickly ignored the
estranged impulses.

`Gosh, what am I thinking...?'

Then, she heard some movement and giggling in the passageway. Scrambling to
her feet, she quietly tip-toed to the door to investigate the noise; she
could make out Jennifer's voice as she whispered something along the lines
of: "Gawd it was amazing..."

Then, an almost inconspicuous answer: "Really? I mean, tell me how did it
hap..."

Natasha immediately recognized Carrie's voice, but was suddenly left
wondering as the two girls shut the door across the hallway to continue
their gossiping.

Quickly brushing it off as an uneventful conversation, Natasha returned to
bed for another session of soul searching. But she immediately found
herself tingling with curiosity as she recalled Jennifer's words. Could the
girl have been talking about...and then it hit her.

`Oh gosh - is she actually telling Carrie all about...'

But as Natasha thought about it well, the prospect didn't seem like a bad
idea. If Jennifer did all of the explaining, perhaps she could avoid the
embarrassment. She could not picture herself testifying in the mighty
presence of Carrie. It was a terrifying thought. She would surely crumble
in the process.  But she was too exhausted to analyze the situation. She
would have to wait and see what the next day would bring. Defeated by a
long stressful day, she tucked herself in and went to sleep.

Natasha woke up to the strange choir of voices chanting:

"Natasha, Sweet Natasha.we need you."

The vague tune seemed reminiscent of a dream that reoccurred every night,
but a dream that she couldn't remember. It puzzled her deeply, but every
morning she managed to brush off the awkward event. She attributed such
abnormality to her rather stressful days and to her many challenging
college courses. Yet, she had an intuition that the voices had a covert
meaning that would surface to somehow form an important part of her life.

Getting up from bed, Natasha felt a bit dizzy and groggy. She stumbled on
her feet as she made her way to the sink. It was comforting to have the
privacy of her own bathroom, which was a luck that her other two roommates
didn't share.

Clearing her eyes from the morning haze, she focused on her reflection in
the mirror. She could see what looked like white streaks around her
mouth. As she traced her fingers over one of the blotches, Natasha noticed
that it was a dried marking of some sort of fluid. Then her heart skipped a
beat as it all came back to her. She couldn't help smiling as she
remembered everything that had happened the night before.

 Jennifer had left the essence of her climax painted on Natasha's face. The
massive orgasm had left its stamp clear and vivid on Natasha. It was an
early morning reminder that somehow her life was starting to change; that
her entire world was beginning to spin in a completely new direction; and
that her way life was converging at a crossroads, in which crucial events
would mark her life forever.

As she finished washing her face and brushing her teeth, the alarm clock
went off. It was 9:00AM. Waking up early in the morning was a disciplinary
trait that her mother had instilled in her. It was a habit that accompanied
everywhere she went.

"Good girls are early risers darling...."

At least the old lady had taught her something helpful, she thought.

Carefully opening the door, she looked around to make sure that nobody was
in the passageway, and silently started making her way towards the
kitchen. As she walked past the apartment's common-bathroom, Natasha saw
that the door was ajar, and she could hear the unmistakable sound of
someone peeing.

Walking as quite as possible, she continued towards the kitchen, when she
heard a thundering voice: "Natasha is that you?"

Her heart stopped when she recognized Carrie's imposing voice.

"Darling could you come here and do me a favor?" Carrie's tone was very
friendly.

Natasha was extremely frightened that the girl was probably going to
interrogate her about the events from the night before.

"Ahh, s-sure..." Natasha responded nervously.

Hesitantly pushing the door open she stared at the amazon sitting on the
toilet. Natasha could still here the stream of urine hitting the bowl. Even
in such an inconvenient setting, Carrie looked graceful and
distinguished. With her hair loose, she looked like a mighty amazon warrior
sitting on a pedestal.

As Natasha stared in awe, she noticed that Carrie was naked from the waist
down. Her mighty buttocks spilled out of the sides of the minute toilet
seat, almost overpowering it. Her rounded-iron thighs looked like perfectly
sculpted ivory marble splashed with peach freckles. Her calves were twice
the size of Natasha's, and yet they were perfectly shaped and symmetrical
to her majestic figure.

"Natasha sweetie...can you grab a roll of toilet paper from the cabinet
below the sink...Jennifer forgot to replace this one." Her firm tone, even
though friendly, was slightly commanding.

Natasha quickly snapped out of her reveries, and followed Carrie's
instructions.

"Y-yes...of course, no problem."

As she made her way to the sink on the right hand side of the toilet,
Natasha carefully avoided Carrie's feet and knees. She couldn't help a
quick glance in between Carrie's legs to feast her eyes on the girl's
crotch. But even though Carrie's massive thighs were slightly parted,
Natasha could only see a tuft of blond pubic hair sprouting from the girl's
heavy bush. Natasha couldn't help thinking that everything seemed to be of
extraordinary proportions on Carrie's anatomy, which in turn brought an
unconsciously risqu^Â thought to her mind:

`I wonder if her pus....'

But her thought was interrupted by the sight of Carrie's white thong
discarded on the front-edge of the sink. Suddenly she started to feel
nervous as she recognized the shaking in her limbs, and the sweating in her
palms. Such a tempting treat was very dangerous, given her uncontrollable
nature. If Carrie wasn't less than 2 feet from her, Natasha would have
already been on the ground sniffing on the thong's crotch, and perhaps even
masturbating.

Slowly bending her knees to access the cabinet below, her face came to
within inches of the thong, which was cliffhanging to stay on top of the
basin.  Natasha noticed faint yellow streaks on the crotch of the garment,
which were very familiar to her as her own panties displayed such markings
at times.

Then, almost inconspicuously, she breathed in silently, but very long and
deep, hoping to absorb a bit of the womanly musk which permeated the
thong. And almost immediately she was rewarded with the indistinct scent of
cunt. Yet, the essence of the aroma was too faint for her to fully enjoy
it, and she found herself wishing that she could close the gap and burry
her nose in the heavenly garment.

As she managed to grab a roll of toilet paper, Natasha nervously handed it
to Carrie. From the sound of trickling drops hitting the water, it was
obvious to her that Carrie was almost done urinating. And as Natasha
started making her way out of the bathroom, she was stopped on her tracks
by Carrie's inquiry.

"Hey Natasha, so how is school going...have you made any new friends?"
Carrie's tone was searching, but very sincere.

Natasha was puzzled that Carrie wanted to start a friendly conversation,
when most of the time Carrie blatantly ignored her around the apartment.

"Am...w-well..."

But before Natasha could answer, she was quickly interrupted.

"Hey listen...I know we don't know each other very well, and we are always
too busy to talk, so I think that now would be a great time to start."
Carrie blurted out with an almost hypocritical smile on her face.

Even though Natasha thought that it was a pretty awkward setting to get to
know Carrie, she was willing to comply.

"I g-guess its okay." Natasha replied a little confused; naively accepting
the proposal.

"Well...how about you take a seat here in my office...Hehehehe" Carrie
giggled as she signaled for Natasha to sit on the floor directly in front
of her.

Natasha chuckled nervously, but willingly took a seat on the ground. From
her viewpoint she could see Carrie's pale bulging thighs framing the
astronomical blond bush. She swallowed anxiously as she stared at the
juncture in between Carrie's mighty legs.

"Sooo...did you fly in?" Carrie asked nonchalantly.

"S-sorry, I don't understand your ques..." Natasha tried to respond.

"You know...did you take a plane from your home town to get here? You
know...psshhhhhh!" Carrie mocked Natasha; her hand mimicking an airplane.

"Oooh...oh yes, that plane! I am sorry...actually I did, but I hate them,
I've always hated them because..." Natasha was getting into the flow of the
conversation when she was abruptly interrupted once again.

"So do you like it here?" Carrie blurted in, almost uninterested on
Natasha's reveries.

Then, almost casually, she slipped to the edge of the toilet seat, and
raised her left leg to place her foot on the wall next to Natasha. As her
mighty thighs spread wide open, Natasha's eyeballs nearly popped out of
their sockets. She was face to face with a hairy beast of magnificent
proportions. Carrie's vagina was very hairy and her vulva was bulky and
heavy-lipped. The almost grotesque labia resembled a fluorescent pink
wild-flower. Each inner labium was very thick, and they protruded well
beyond the outer lips. At the very top of the slit, the clitoral hood was
fat and dormant.

As Natasha took in the spellbinding sight, the pungent scent of unwashed
morning-cunt suddenly hit her like a slap on the face. The primitive scent
was garnished by the slight tang of pee that the girl had yet to wipe off.

The overwhelming smell and sight of Carrie's meaty vagina immediately had
Natasha salivating uncontrollably. The mere raw and obscene look of the
girl's prominent privates somehow excited Natasha beyond reason. She could
feel her heart pounding in her throat as she took in the impressive
sight. Her eyes had never seen something so beautiful, and yet so
disturbingly arousing.

Nonchalantly, Carrie broke off a piece of toilet tissue and began wiping
the remaining drops of piss from her massive bush and vulva.

Natasha carefully followed every contour of the heavy lips as they wrinkled
and smoothed out with each swiping motion. She was being hypnotized by the
rustling sound of toilet tissue on Carrie's pubic hairs. The
inappropriateness of the scenery was almost unreal.

Then, that familiar thundering voice startled her, snapping her back to
attention.

"Sooooo...Natashaaaa...do you or don't you?" Carrie asked impatiently. She
seemed unaware of her effect on Natasha.

And, just before Natasha could even open her mouth, Carrie confessed.

"Ughhhh...look Natasha, this is not working. I am not really here to make
conversation. I just wanted to see if it was truth." Her tone was
unforbearing.

"W-W-what...I d-don't understand." Natasha stuttered, confused by the
question.

"Gawd, this is going to be harder than I thought. You know...is it true
that you give good head?" Carrie asked again with a firm but quizzical
tone.

"What d-do you mean...I can't un-understand." Natasha felt confused and
bewildered, yet her eyes remained magnetized to the mighty vulva.

Carrie became impatient and somewhat annoyed as she found herself having to
spell it out for Natasha.

"Come on Natasha, you know! You and Jennifer last night?" Carrie blundered
out in a matter-of-fact tone.

Natasha immediately gasped out loud and started blushing profusely. She
could only lower her gaze as she realized the implications of Carrie's
words. Somehow along the way she had forgotten all about it. Carrie had
witnessed everything the night before. And as the ice-cold blue eyes
pierced through her flesh and straight to her soul, Natasha could only bow
her head and hope for a miraculous change of subject.

"I mean...gosh this is kinda hard you know...it's just that Jennifer said
that you were so great at it...a-and, well I was just wondering if you
would be interested in doing me." Carrie's voice trailed off as she
announced the last part of her proposal.

Natasha panted heavily and immediately locked eyes with Carrie. The bold
and impudent proposition had caught her totally off guard. And as she
interlaced glances with the blonde vixen, Natasha's tongue seemed to have
frozen leaving her completely mute. She couldn't think of anything to say
at the moment; yet, her intuition quickly lit up the fire of instinctual
desire; the notion that encouraged her to yell out her deepest ambitions -
to express the hunger that consumed her very being. But as her lips
remained sealed, all she could do was gaze in disbelief.

Carrie stared back defiantly, almost unaltered by the blatant nature of her
own inquiry. But soon her facial expression turned to one of worry as she
acquired a playful, yet provocative mood; then, slowly bringing her hands
down to her puffy vulva, she spread its thick lips open and pouted coyly.

"I mean...don't you find me attractive?"

As soon as the waft of raw cunt-musk hit Natasha's nostrils, they flared
wide open and her body began trembling uncontrollably.  The strong and
spicy scent which emerged from the parted labia ignited a rapacious hunger
in Natasha, which had her nodding her head in a perpetual motion,
unconsciously answering to Carrie's shameless query.  Then, almost
mechanically, she began moving her head towards Carrie's crotch as saliva
slowly dribbled out of the corner of her mouth in a steady seepage.

Instinctively the blonde beauty spread her thighs further and began sliding
forward to make sexual contact. But right before the infamous mesh
occurred, the clicking sound of an opening door alerted both girls,
snapping them out of the consuming moment. Then, in a hasty manner, Carrie
began ushering Natasha out of the bathroom.

"Get up, get up quickly...Jennifer can't find out about this!"

And soon Natasha found herself exiting the bathroom as the door quickly
slammed shut behind her. Before she had time to let her mind set in, a
voice at the end of the passageway startled her.

"Hey there...what are you doing up so early?"

As Natasha turned to look, she saw Jennifer walking towards her with a
charming smile. The slim brunette looked breathtaking in red short-shorts
and a sleeveless white top which exposed her taut abdomen. Her tanned
shapely legs looked exquisite as she paced down the passageway with a
provocative wiggling of the hips.

Natasha could only stare astonished as the gorgeous minx gave her a playful
elbow to the ribcage while passing next to her.

"Ouch..." Natasha whispered, baffled at the girl's looks and good mood.

"I am going for my morning run...see ya later!" Jennifer announced
energetically as she winked her eye at Natasha.

Following the girl with attentive eyes, Natasha focused on Jennifer's
petite bubble butt. The firm globes jiggled seductively in-tune with the
harmonious movement of the hips. Natasha was suddenly disturbed by a
depraved, yet seditious thought: `I would love to burry my face
there...it's beautiful."

Realizing that she was openly lusting after the sweet derriere, she scolded
herself. `Goodness, I really need to slow down.'

As Jennifer left the apartment, Natasha decided to crash on the living room
couch. The day was moving too fast, and she was already losing control. She
wanted to calm down, but as she lounged on the couch, the sound of the
shower running reminded her that Carrie was in the bathroom. As she settled
down in the silent living room, just listening to the monotonous sound of
the water splashing, Natasha remembered Carrie's words: `Is it true that
you give good head?'

Just what exactly had Carrie meant? Natasha could feel the butterflies in
her stomach as she remembered the heavy-lipped vagina; its fat-pink lips
looked like a large human mouth - a hungry mouth ready to engross her
fully; and the clitoral hood looked impressively thick and turgid. Yet,
Natasha found Carrie's corpulent genitalia alluring and enticing. Its hairy
and meaty bulk made her stomach growl with gluttonous appetite. And she
couldn't help clenching her teeth as she suddenly envisioned herself
sucking on the distended labia.

`Stoooop! Natasha!' She reprimanded herself angrily.

The depravity of her thoughts possessed her beyond control. They seemed to
arise from a na^Ëve, and yet dark side of her heart. Natasha had no command
over their perverse and immoral nature. These sentiments were born from the
very deep core of her Sapphic desires. And the more she admonished these
feelings, the more they manifested themselves to Natasha.

"I am decent and respectable...I am decent and respectable...I am decent
and respectable...'

She sang her mother's words repeatedly. Attempting to rid herself from the
debauched ideas; and yet her mind would betray her, painting her a colorful
picture of Carrie's mighty thighs framing the furry vulva.

"Awwwwwwww...Gaaawwwwd, I can't take this anymore!"

Almost unwillingly she brought her right hand inside her panties, and
started fingering herself roughly - punishing and pleasuring herself at the
same time; confused and angry at her feeble disposition, but also satisfied
at the warm feeling of the invasive digit.

The moist sound of her middle finger pleasuring her wet pussy entranced
Natasha, and quickly took her to an intense climax which had her shaking
and convulsing irrepressibly. And as the last aftershocks trounced her
body, she passed out on the couch.

The distant sound of a TV commercial woke Natasha up. Slowly opening her
eyes, she could see light coming from the television. How long had she been
asleep?  As her eyes adjusted to the surrounding, she noticed that it was
still sunny outside. Then, she heard a small cough which quickly brought
her to an upright position. Sitting across from her was Carrie, now staring
at her.

"Hey... sleepy head!" The girl spoke in her thunderous voice.

Natasha cleared her eyes and asked: "H-how long was I sleeping?"

"Not that long. I came out of the shower and you were already snoring on
the couch." Carrie replied nonchalantly with a faint smile on her face.

"Not used to mornings ha!" Carrie joked.

"A-am...I-I g-guess not." Natasha stuttered, hiding the true reason of her
blackout.

"Hey listen, I am sorry about earlier. I just didn't want Jennifer to know
that...well, you know, that I was asking you for favors and stuff." Carrie
apologized seriously, and her tone was all business.

Natasha didn't know what to say, so instead she crooned in her response.

"I-its okay."

Carrie studied her for a couple of seconds before speaking.

"You aren't mad, are you? She asked hypocritically.

"N-no...not at all." Natasha whispered.

Barely enouncing her words, she suddenly focalized on the big picture. She
noticed how Carrie's blonde mane flowed to right below her shoulders. Its
exuberant long curls gave her an even mightier and more imposing
appearance. As Natasha scanned the blonde amazon, she also noticed how
large her breasts looked encased in the skintight top. The girl's teats
appeared to be as massive as ripe melons, and her long and tumescent
nipples made prominent tents on the constricting top. Natasha also noticed
how Carrie sat sprawled on the sofa, almost too comfortable for
adequacy. Wearing skimpy black-spandex shorts, she had her right foot on
the edge of the chair, and her left leg tended over the sofa's arm. Her
posture was very careless, incautiously displaying her crotch area.

Natasha fixed her sight on the juncture where the mighty thighs met the
girl's buttocks. Her pale inner-thighs were spattered with peach freckles,
scattered all the way up to the lower butt cheeks. The shapely legs looked
absolutely creamy.

As Natasha felt her body start to warm up, she heard Carrie's voice.

"Natashaaaa...Sweet Natashaaaa...helloooo...can I call you that?" Carrie
asked in a burlesque tone, attempting to get Natasha's full attention.

Natasha suddenly felt puzzled, she had heard those words before - `But
where?'  And then it hit her. She remembered the same words from that hazy
dream that she could never remember - the choir of voices that sang to her
every morning since she had started college.

`Wow that is a coincidence...I wonder why....' And yet, her thought was
disrupted by another question.

"So, can I?" Carrie asked again.

"Ah, y-yeah sure." Natasha replied

"Sooo...Sweet Natasha, you never answered my question this morning?" Carrie
asked in a lower and more inconspicuous tone, seductively biting her lower
lip.

Natasha's heart immediately pounded in her chest. `Yes! This
morning...gosh, what do I say!' She thought.

"I mean, Jennifer said that you have the greatest lips and tongue...is that
true?" Carrie inquired, almost taunting the nervous girl.

Natasha could only blush at the shameless question.

"I d-don't know..." She whispered with a anxious smile.

"Darling don't be shy...its only you and me here. I mean, Jennifer was
raving about you. She said that you even swallow...Is she saying the
truth?" Carrie asked enthusiastically, quickly becoming more interested.

Somehow Natasha clearly understood the improvident query, and found herself
unconsciously nodding her head in affirmation. She attributed such bold
impulse to her nervousness.

"Wowwww...That is soooo hot Sweet Natasha! Goodness, you must be like the
ultimate pussy-licker!" Carrie exclaimed unaware of her contemptuous words.

Natasha could only smile nervously as she tried to absorb the awkward
situation.

Then, abruptly changing her tone, Carrie placed the spotlight on Natasha.

"So sweetie you never told me...would you be interested...you know, in
doing me? Come on...come on...please say yes. I know it has nothing to do
with you, but...well, it's been quite a while since I've gotten good head,
a-and well...having you here is so convenient. Pleaseeeee?" Carrie pouted
in a silly manner, almost disregarding the gravity and seditiousness of her
indiscreet request.

Natasha could only stare in awe at the forwardness of the mighty
blonde. She could feel her heart accelerating, and the butterflies in her
stomach were becoming unbearable. She had never felt so nervous and
excited, and yet, so speechless.

"Pleaseeee...and you have the sweetest little mouth." Carrie whined,
attempting to close the deal.

Natasha couldn't help the childlike chuckle, naively accepting the conning
compliment.

"So I guess that means a yes!" Carrie announced ecstatically as she pounced
on the opportunity.

Quickly getting up from the sofa, Carrie grabbed Natasha by the hand and
ushered her to get up.

"Come on sweetie...lets go to my room. I don't want Jennifer to come
barging in. Gawd, I can't wait. This is going to be so much fun!" Carrie
announced enthusiastically, making a decision for both of them.

Everything happened so fast that Natasha didn't have time to think, and
soon she found herself trailing behind Carrie down the passageway. The
girl's warm soft palm seemed to encompass Natasha's entire hand, somehow
making her feel at ease in the perplexing situation.

As they entered the room, Carrie released Natasha's hand, and proceeded to
close the blinds. Even though they were on the sixteenth floor, the girl
seemed to be preoccupied with their privacy.

Natasha instinctively sank on the bed, absorbing the newfangled scenery. As
she looked around the bedroom, she noticed it was somewhat untidy. The
hamper was overflowing with dirty clothes, and there were a couple of
stained thongs lying around, one of which sat next to her, displaying faint
yellow streaks on its crotch. Natasha could also perceive a slight hormonal
musk, which impregnated the air; an estranged mixture of Carrie's dirty
panties with a slight piquancy of sweaty armpit. Natasha quickly recognized
the scent from the first day she had met the blonde minx. Carrie had been
sweating from a long walk across campus. The fragrance that now tantalized
Natasha was Carrie's natural musk permeating her soiled garments.

Natasha couldn't explain why, but she found the aroma incredibly
exciting. Somehow it represented the scent of a pack leader; the
territorial smell of a strong and imposing female. And Natasha could
already feel the growling in her depths - the ravenous hunger which she had
felt earlier. It slowly began to replace her nerves, making her
increasingly anxious and excited.

"Sweetie...I am so sorry about the room. I hardly have time for anything,
my schedule is just stupid busy." Carrie announced as she sat across from
Natasha, apologizing for the uncleanliness of her quarters.

"Oh...it-its okay." Natasha answered reflexively.

"Awww...Natasha you are so sweet." Carrie whispered as she began studying
Natasha closely.

And as Natasha began blushing, she averted her eyes from Carrie's,
unconsciously locking her glance on the girl's crotch. Natasha could see
the slight bulge pushing against the material, and the clear split where
the heavy lips parted.  The bloated vulva looked like an overgrown juicy
apricot, straining to breathe inside the black spandex shorts.

Sensing Natasha's struggle, Carrie brought her index finger under Natasha's
chin, and elevated the girl's gaze to meet her own.

"Hey...hey...sweetie what are you looking at?" Carrie asked almost sweetly.

Natasha felt embarrassed of her clumsy boldness and began to apologize. But
then, she felt a warm fingertip on her lips.

"Hey...shhhhh...Sweet Natasha, it's okay to look." Carrie whispered,
consolingly.

 And as she looked deeply into Natasha's shy emerald eyes, Carrie sensed
the unmistakable flame that burnt eternally inside Natasha's loins. It was
that special gleam - the fascinating twinkle in her eyes, which undeniably
revealed her desire to please, her need to dive into the depths of the
unknown. Carrie could see right through the timid fa^Çade. She could
perceive the need behind the impoverished maiden. Natasha's eyes weren't
the eyes of fear - they were the eyes of hunger.


Taking full advantage of her prophetic vision, Carrie ever so slowly took
hold of Natasha's hand and began leading it to her crotch.

"Do you want to touch it?" Carrie whispered as she gently tugged on the
trembling hand.

Natasha could only nod, as she closed her eyes, letting herself go. And as
her fingers reached the warm crotch, both girls panted deeply and
simultaneously.

Carrie began rubbing Natasha's palm on her inflamed crotch in slow circular
motions, closing her eyes to concentrate on the soft hand.

"See...that's much better." Carrie whispered, swallowing heavily.

Natasha could feel the swollen vulva begin to warm up, and her fingertips
were becoming oily. Carrie's arousal was quickly dampening the elastic
material and her secretions were beginning to seep through.

"Awww yeah...soft like that." Carrie crooned as her vagina became
increasingly aroused.

Natasha could already feel her tongue sponging out saliva as she began
salivating. The warm and wet feeling of the hot vagina felt wonderful
through the silk fabric.  And as Natasha heard the first squishy sound of
the moist vulva, she couldn't help a low grunt of thirst. "Mmmggrrrr..."
She could feel her mandible heating up with hunger as she envisioned the
soaking wet cunt.

And then, almost by intuition, Carrie abruptly stopped the action, and
released Natasha's hand. Bringing her own hands to the elastic waistband,
she quickly began sliding the spandex shorts off.

"I better take these off...I am making a mess." The horny blonde announced
in a raspy voice. Small beads of sweat were rolling down her cheeks.

Raising her mighty legs up high, Carrie cleared her large buttocks with a
quick lurch, bringing the shorts to her ankles.

As Natasha absorbed the display, she couldn't help a barely audible moan
when her eyes took in the breathtaking sight. Carrie was exposing herself
entirely to Natasha's greedy eyes. Her hairy vagina was perfectly shut,
nesting between the enormous pale globes. The dense pussy lips protruded
noticeably even in such tight concealment. Natasha could see that the slit
was substantially long.

And as Carrie finished discarding the elastic garment, she leaned back on
her elbows and spread her firm thighs wide.

Natasha immediately gasped out loud as she gazed at the horny
beast. Carrie's robust genitals were extremely swollen. Her beefy vulva
looked like a sulking mouth pouting for attention. The inner lips were
fully engorged and drenched with a foamy white liquid which appeared to be
somewhat viscous in texture. And at the very top of the slit, Natasha could
see what looked like the tip of a pinky finger extending from the girl's
fat clitoral hood.

"Gawd, look what you've done to me!" Carrie mocked, as she dipped her
finger in between her labia to collect some of the milky fluid.

Natasha unconsciously bit her tongue when she saw the whitish vaginal
substance stretching as Carrie pulled her finger out.

`Oh goodness I am going to faint'. She thought as she felt lightheaded and
out of breath.

Then, almost intuitively, Carrie used her middle and index finger to pry
the grotesque lips of her vagina open, and proceeded to seduce the starving
maiden.

"Do you wanna kiss it?" She asked seductively.

And as Natasha heard the squelching sound of the slimy labia opening, she
fell on her stomach in between the warm thighs, and gave the overheated
cunt a sloppy kiss.

"Uyyyy...argghhhh!" Carrie moaned.

As Natasha attempted to gobble the bulky vulva, she found herself
swallowing a hefty dose of the blond amazon's tangy cunt milk. Natasha
immediately noticed that the viscid fluid was searing in her mouth like
heated foam. Its taste was somewhat tart, and freshly sour. Yet, Natasha
found it sweet and nourishing.

Carrie's hips immediately lurched upwards as she felt the warm lips touch
her soaked vagina. Her spine stiffened, and her abdominal muscles
contracted roughly.

"Awwww...gawd, awww...gawd." She crooned with a broken voice. The
inexperienced mouth on her privates felt wonderful.

Natasha was hungrily engrossed with the task ahead, slurping and sucking as
much of the thick slippery labia as she could embrace in her hungry
mouth. Yet, the meaty nature of the bloated vagina was too much to
encompass. Its fleshy lips seemed to almost suck her in as she attempted to
French kiss its bulk. It was almost frustrating as she found herself having
to reposition her mouth several times for a comfortable nourishing. She
couldn't seem to find the way to fully enjoy that massive feast all at
once.

"Hmmmm...hmmmmm" Natasha complained with a mouthful of cunt as she became
increasingly anxious and desperate.

Carrie's taste was strong and flavorful. It was the tangy essence of a
mighty vixen. And Natasha couldn't help the rapacious appetite that the
palatable spending ignited in her depths.

Through the haze of incredible sensations, Carrie attempted to slow down
the ravenous girl. "Hey...hey...Sweet Natasha, slow down darling...we have
all d...arrgggghhhh!" Yet, she found it hard to communicate as the warm
lips eagerly sucked on her genitals.

"Oh gosh you are s-somehting...agghhhh...something else." She managed to
blurt out with great effort.

As Natasha kept sucking and slobbering messily, she could feel Carrie's
vulva sporadically gushing its vaginal secretion. As each warm serving
poured into her mouth, she would automatically take it to the back of her
throat, and anxiously swallow the tart liquid. It was quickly becoming an
instinctual reaction, almost like an acceptance of a valuable gift or
reward.

"Nat-Natasha sweetie...please s-slow down, you are ki-kill...ohhhhh
gawd..." Carrie whined as she could feel every nerve of her body glowing
from the energetic ministrations.

Natasha, almost disappointedly, slowed down the pace as she looked up to
lock eyes with the commanding blonde. Laving the thick parted labia with
broad tongue strokes, she searched for the girl's approval.

"Awwww...yesssss...that's just wonderful baby." Carrie whispered as she
caressed Natasha's hair.

"S-Sweetie, can you do me a favor and...agghhhhhh...c-can you put your
tongue inside?" Carrie asked sweetly, momentarily closing her eyes as
Natasha unconsciously increased the suctioning pressure on one of her thick
lips.

"H-Here...p-please." She managed to announce, opening her protruding cunt
lips for Natasha's drooling tongue.

Natasha nodded enthusiastically, and immediately rammed her tongue inside
the cavernous whole. There was a slight splashing sound as a bit of piled
up cunt milk spattered out of Carrie's flooded vulva.

"Oouuuchhh...Natashaaaaa...ohhhh gawd...please, please slow down" Carrie
complained as she breathed heavily.

Natasha instinctively began a very slow in-and-out motion, carefully
impaling the aroused cunt. Driving her tongue as deep as possible, Natasha
would find herself up to her cheeks inside the embracing pussy lips. She
could feel the slick protruding labia leaving wet sticky trails on the
sides of her face. She enjoyed the secure feeling it gave her as she
explored the mysterious depths. Natasha could also sense the increasing
thickness of the girl's fluids - perhaps her increasing arousal. The deeper
she went, the more viscous the juices became. The creamy ooze was playing a
sweet tune on her tongue, constantly wetting her alert taste buds. At times
she even had to stop and swallow the collected offering, which quickly
accumulated on the flat of her tongue. It all seemed like an overwhelmingly
wet feast to Natasha.

"Baby...you have the greatest tongue...like ever!" With dreamy eyes, Carrie
complemented the working girl.

Then, her hips began rocking to the rhythm of the impaling tongue. The
ticklish sensation of Natasha's soft granulated tongue felt
exquisite. Carrie's cunt walls were very sensitive and she was relishing
the arousing touch. Her vaginal walls would at times contract reflexively,
trapping Natasha's tongue motionless. It was an involuntary reaction that
often caught Natasha off guard.

"Sweet Natasha...you are sooooo fucking good...aghhhhhh...aghhhh...aghhh."
Carrie began moaning in earnest as her hips buckled unconsciously.

Natasha was in her little world, concentrated on the delectable texture of
Carrie's jellylike cunt-hole. The gelatinous tunnel felt great as it
cuddled and expelled her tongue. She found the sensation fun and
arousing. It was an amazing treat.

And just as the two love birds had fallen into a harmonious coupling
routine, Carrie decided to take the novice maiden to deeper and murkier
waters.

"N-Nat...aghhhhhhh...slow down a bit sweetie...d-do y-you...do you do
assholes?" Carrie asked, struggling to formulate words.

Natasha looked up puzzled as she didn't comprehend the inquiry. Yet, her
tongue never stopped its impaling motion.

"Y-You...know assholes." Carrie repeated the question becoming somewhat
impatient with arousal.

But Natasha couldn't quite grasp the pretentious question.

Then, running out of patience, Carrie desperately hooked her hands under
her knees, and brought them up to her chest. Natasha's tongue slipped out
of the hungry cunt with a wet plop, as Carrie obscenely exposed her winking
asshole. And as Natasha ogled the puckered hole it all became clear.

`Gawd...is she asking what I am thinking?'  The daring proposal was crude
and daunting.

As Natasha scrutinized the wrinkled rosebud, its quick opening and
contracting motion seemed to amuse her. Somehow the tight orifice appeared
friendly as she inspected it closely. `Do you do assholes?' Carrie's words
replayed in her mind, almost daring her to perform the perverted act. And
as she began to consider the filthy and corrupt proposal, suddenly Natasha
heard her mother's words in her mind.

`Natasha, decent ladies stay away from impure and lascivious acts.'

Somehow the old lady's words fueled her heart with rebelliousness, and
pushed her deeper into the embrace of the perverse fate.  Hesitantly, she
brought her nose to Carrie's asshole and sniffed it - just testing the
waters before diving in. The girl's anal scent was sweet and concentrated,
animal-like in nature. Its dank musk was penetrating, and Natasha found
herself sniffing the tight musky hole fervidly. She could feel a renewed
hunger growing deep inside of her. The wrongfulness and perversion of the
act seemed to excite her greatly, and she could feel her tongue beginning
to itch. Then, as the temptation became unbearable, she extended her tongue
and laved Carrie's asshole.

`Hmmmmm...I am so sorry mom.' Tears flowed from her eyes as she began
licking the warm hole. She couldn't help feeling angry at herself for being
so weak. And yet, as the palpitant asshole became alive under her tongue,
she couldn't help moaning in delight as she savored it slight salty taste.

Carrie's breathing had become extremely labored as she felt the wiggling
tongue tickling her anal orifice.

"Oh...haaa...oh...gawd N-Natasha in-in...in-in....inside." Carrie crooned,
fighting to express her feelings.

Natasha quickly pressed the tip of her salivating tongue against the
opening. And, as Carrie managed to relax her anus with great effort,
Natasha was able to slide the tip inside. She immediately noticed the gummy
and somewhat rubbery texture of Carrie's rectum. It felt very tight and
steamy inside the girl's anus. Natasha was having problems impaling the
restricting hole. Instinctively, she attempted to slide her tongue in and
out, but the girl's clenched asshole did not allow any kind of
movement. And as Carrie constantly tightened the grip around Natasha's
tongue, the ministrations came to a spontaneous halt. Then, by pure will to
please, Natasha began wiggling her tongue inside the constrained rectum -
quickly eliciting a sharp squeal from Carrie.

"Aayyyyyyyy...gawd yesssssssssss...that is amazing!" Carrie moaned out
loud, surprised at the ingenuity of the inexperienced girl.

And as she began rocking her hips against Natasha's mouth, her anus began
relaxing, slowly allowing a deeper penetration.

"Awww...yes..yes...f-fuhhhh...fuck my ass...yesss...yesss!

Getting into the heat of passion, Natasha began tonguing the girl in
earnest, French kissing the girl's most private
hole. "Hmmmm...hmmmm...hmmmm!"

Then, abruptly ending the anal coition, Carrie brought her legs down,
releasing Natasha's tongue. And, suddenly grasping the sides of Natasha's
head, she brought Natasha's mouth right over her distended clit.

"Please suck it baby..." Carrie whispered insanely; keeping an iron grip on
Natasha's head.

Natasha immediately began nourishing on the fat clitoris. The erect morsel
felt meaty and tender inside her mouth. Natasha bobbed her head up and down
as she sucked on the fleshy organ with dreamy eyes.

"Awwww....fuck yes...fuck yes...grrrrrrr...grrrrrrr..." Carrie began
squealing and grunting as she began approaching a thunderous climax.

And as she managed to hold off the orgasm for a good ten more minutes,
Carrie began oozing small spurts of sizzling cunt foam, which were a clear
indication that she was close to ejaculating.

Then, brazened by the massive approaching orgasm, she clenched her teeth
and began humping Natasha's mouth and face indiscriminately. And when the
tidal wave swept through her entire body, she unconsciously positioned
Natasha's open mouth against her boiling cunt, and began ejaculating hot
tangy cunt milk, almost suffocating the willing maiden.

"Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...Urrrrrggghhhhhhhhhhh...fuuuuck!"

Natasha managed to gulp down a hefty doze of the thick juices before she
gagged and coughed out some of the warm cum. As she cleared her throat, her
eyes became watery and dilated. She was sweating heavily and her lips and
jaw were hurting.

Looking over at Carrie, Natasha noticed that the giant blonde remained
dormant in the same position: her legs spread, eyes shut, and panting
heavily. Averting her eyes lower, Natasha saw a small stream of white cunt
milk still trickling out of the girl's hole. And as she looked up again,
Natasha noticed that Carrie had opened her eyes and was now staring at her
with a faint smile. She looked spent and exhausted, and yet there was the
slightest look of gratefulness. Impulsively, Natasha smiled back at the
beautiful blonde. Then, bringing her mouth down to the disheveled vulva,
she sucked off the remaining drops of cum, and while looking up at the girl
with gleefully eyes, she swallowed it, in an utmost display of
gratitude. This last sexual treat drained the blonde amazon's last energy
supply as she collapsed and slowly fell asleep.

After Natasha left Carrie's room, everything seemed hazy and awry. She
spent the rest of the day in her room, sorting out her feelings and
emotions. And as she rested on her bed staring at the ceiling, Natasha
couldn't help to feel excited and frightened at the turn her life was
taking. Just a couple of months back, she was home, struggling to remain
sane; pleading for a miracle that would liberate her from the mental prison
that confined her very being. So much hardship and grief she had endured in
her past - scratching and clawing to maintain an artificial fa^Çade, a
lucid and reasonable mind that would allow her existence in an unforgiving
society. Every time she thought about it, the bitter memories would fuel
her anger. `Ughhh, it's all her fault!' She would blame her calamity on her
mother's strict ways; and yet, she knew deep inside, that her mother was
only trying to help her become a decent and respectable young lady. Somehow
this realization would hit her every time she slandered the old lady in her
mind. And now it only seemed to add to her anxiety, pushing her to abuse
the freedom she was luckily granted. Soon, Natasha found herself squirming
on her bed, wishing that Carrie was awake sexing her mouth with implacable
prowess. But she didn't dare to intrude in the blonde behemoth's domain, so
instead she began fingering herself slowly and methodically, slowly
releasing the pent up frustration.

Natasha woke up to the sound of steps trailing down the passageway. She had
left her door slightly ajar, allowing the noises into her room. As she
opened her eyes, Natasha noticed that it was already dark. She had
unwillingly fallen asleep, and as she felt her hand inside her panties, she
immediately remembered why.

Natasha could see a faint light coming from her roommate's bathroom across
the hallway. It hardly illuminated her room. She heard a bit of movement,
and then the sound of pee flowing into the toilet bowl. She quickly brushed
it off and looked at her alarm clock. It read 6:37PM. Natasha began
stretching her limbs lazily, when the bathroom light was turned off. As she
concentrated to follow the sounds of the footsteps exiting the bathroom,
Natasha heard her own door opening. She could make out a silhouette but
couldn't quite recognize the figure.

"C-Carrie is that you?" She asked; puzzled.

"Shhhh...no its me, Jennifer." The perpetrator whispered carefully.

Then, Natasha heard some movement and the subtle sound of fabric hitting
the carpet. And as she was finally able to discern Jennifer's contours next
to her, the naked silhouette suddenly climbed next to her on the bed, and
then straddled her face. Then, as the figure slowly descended on her,
Natasha could hear the girl's broken voice and labored breathing.

"Nat-Natasha...can y-you please do me...I've been thinking about you all
day." Jennifer crooned between gasps.

Natasha could smell the girl's cunt clearly; it reeked of sweat and
arousal. She could also make out the slightest stench of pee. The girl
obviously had not showered after the morning run. Yet, she confidently
offered her musky vagina to Natasha as a gift.

Such generous offer did not go unnoticed as Natasha quickly mashed her lips
against the steamy cunt and began slurping on it. Her level of energy was
extremely high after being so shortly awake. She was viciously sucking on
the sticky vulva, almost attempting to milk all of its juices at once.

"Awwwww...oouuuchhhhh...awwwwww....Natasha baby, t-take it e-easy."
Jennifer moaned and complained between pleasure and pain.

Natasha wanted to apologize, yet the sweet-tangy taste of the soaked cunt
was too nourishing, and she couldn't stop sucking. Natasha's taste buds
could also perceive the acrid tang of pee drops, but the salty flavor
somehow melted with the girl's juices, making it hardly noticeable.

Natasha began moaning in earnest, as her hunger suddenly became
ravenous. The nasty thought of feeding on the girl's unwashed vagina was
absolutely beyond thrilling. And as Jennifer began whimpering, Natasha
could feel the now familiar mists of pussy juice wetting her tonsils. It
was an alert that the girl was quickly approaching a climax. Natasha could
only close her eyes in passion as she sucked and swallowed
energetically. She could feel her body miraculously building up tension. It
was an inexplicable sign that her body was also approaching an orgasm.

And as Jennifer rode Natasha's mouth to the brink of exhaustion, she
reached the highest level of consummation in their love-making. Covering
her mouth to avoid screaming, Jennifer bit the palm of her hand and began
spurting warm cum inside Natasha's mouth; and as she felt Natasha's
wiggling tongue and sucking lips still avidly working, she couldn't help
the short burst of piss which escaped her relaxed pee-hole.

Natasha felt her entire body convulse in a climax, as she instinctively
inhered the warm salty liquid, humbly appreciating anything that the raving
brunette had to offer.  It was the most compelling orgasm she had ever felt
in her entire life. And as Jennifer dismounted her mouth with a deep
suctioning sound, Natasha could feel her body shaking and shivering with
cold sweat. It was an amazing feeling. Her muscles seemed to contract and
relax mechanically, making her entire body reverberate in the process.

Through hazy eyes she could see Jennifer exiting the room bow-legged and
whispering words of insanity.

"Damn Natasha...y-youhhhh...gosh...you are amazing...that was like...oh
gosh...so fulfilling." Jennifer whispered between heavy panting; drunk with
pleasure.

Natasha struggled to stay awake, but as her eyelids became heavier and
heavier, everything went black and she lost consciousness.

The next day Natasha woke up at noon with a slight headache and a bitter
mouth.  Her face was a complete mess with cum streaks all over, and her
hair was disheveled in knots. After she took a long hot shower, she threw
on a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants and dragged her feet to the living
room. Her mind seemed to be in a blank state after an unusually long
sleep. Turning the TV on, she laid back and relaxed, scanning through the
channels. She could feel a bit of pain in her jaw as she yawned
reflexively. Yet, her body only begged for peace and quite, so she ignored
the bothering sensation.

She had settled into inane state of mind, when the front door opened. She
could hear a lot of chuckling and giggling. Turning to look, she noticed it
was Jennifer, accompanied by a blonde girl wearing a cheerleader
outfit. Suddenly, the familiar picture quickly ignited her brain cells as
she remembered the perky girl from somewhere.

"Hiiiiii...Natashaaaaaaa! This is my friend Amberrrr...Amber say hi to
Natashaaaaa!" Jennifer announced out loud as she playfully elbowed the
blond girl.

"Hi Natashaaaaa!" The blonde girl reacted; mocking the situation.

Natasha hesitantly waved her hand, still trying to figure out where she had
seen the beautiful blonde. "Hi."

And as Jennifer went to her room for a quick change, the coquettish blonde
introduced herself, offering a friendly hand to Natasha.

"Nice to meet you." She said while looking at Natasha deeply in the eyes.

"N-nice to meet you too." Natasha replied, swallowing heavily.

The girl turned around to take a seat across from Natasha, sexily swaying
her hips as she walked towards the couch. And as she sat down directly in
front of Natasha, the girl's mini skirt rode up to right below her crotch,
exposing her creamy thighs and black panties.

And then it hit Natasha. It was the cute girl she had been ogling in the
airplane.  "Haaa." She couldn't help the loud gasp.

"Soooo, Natasha...Jennifer speaks very highly of you."


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