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CHAPTER 18


Anna watched with interest as Catherine rolled over completely onto her back, her eyes closed.

“Now oil me some more,” Catherine ordered, “I want you to rub my nipples first – just to get me going.” She opened her eyes.

Anna held the redhead’s gaze for just a moment, then focussed on her pure white flesh and the pink nipples that crowned the small breasts. She knew what she had to do next. She slid over Catherine’s body, feeling the ginger pubes brushing against her own smooth slit, until she was completely straddling the redhead’s waist. She re-oiled her hand and took in the sight of Catherine’s snowy orbs and the hard pink nubs of sensitivity rising from the areolae.

Although her gazes full of promised delights, she was still unsure of Catherine’s intentions, so she resisted the lure and placed her hands around Catherine’s neck, pressing slightly. Then she relaxed, her fingers running down the sinews, over the collar-bone to the smooth skin of Catherine’s shoulders.

Catherine closed her eyes and murmured her gratitude and mumbled something about nipples..

Unable to resist any longer, Anna closed the tips of one finger and one thumb over each hard nipple The fine ridges of the thrusting protrusions felt silky beneath her touch. She felt them rise, then grow more engorged with blood and desire as she rested her palms there.

How far would Catherine let her go, Anna wondered. She glanced across momentarily toi see Sarah, with the camcorder, recording every movement.

“Harder,” Catherine breathed.

Anna clasped hew nipples more tightly and pulled them upwards as high as she could until the whole of the breast seemed to be suspended from each glaring nub of rosy tissue. The oil made them even more glossy, adding a silvery shine to the lucid skin.

They looked succulent; too succulent to just leave to her trembling fingers. Urged on by waves of energy, Anna took the swollen flesh into her mouth. She closed her eyes as her lips covered the first nipple and she sucked hard and long and felt the nipple growing to an even greater proportion on her tongue.

She sucked again and again, nibbling every so often as her fingers continued to pull at its partner, then to tease and pinch it to respond better than it already had.

“Suck me harder,” Catherine’s voice rasped. Her nails dug into Anna’s back, then one hand pressed against her head, holding her fast against the swollen breast, forcing her to suck, nibble and bite exactly how and when Catherine wanted her to.

Anna managed to take a gulp of air before Catherine’s small but strong hands forced her lips onto the other breast. She repeated what she had already done, her mouth sucking long and hard, her teeth nipping gently, then more firmly at the growing pink flesh.

All the time, Anna’s fingers pinched at the newly-released nipple, which was now swollen and red from her oral treatment of it.

As the hand that held her finally relaxed, Anna’s mouth released the nipple. She kissed between Catherine’s breasts, her wet tongue and teeth extracting more mumbled moans from the redhead.

Anna’s head and hands began to move again. She trailed low over the flat stomach and narrow waist. She raised herself up slightly so that her hands could come inwards and her fingers and eyes could examine the ginger bush that covered Catherine’s mound. How beautiful it looked, with the slightly parted lips pouting out through the ginger curls.

Catherine’s legs widened. Hanging from amid the fleshy lips, Anna could see the pink frills of the inner petals and the fattening bud of Catherine’s clitoris as it thrust out from its fringe of moist flesh.

Moans of pleasure accompanied the writhing of thighs, the thrusting of stomach and sex before Anna’s face. Anna could feel the silkiness of Catherine’s creamy flesh together with the plump sexuality of her ginger mound.

As far as Anna was concerned, she and Catherine were the only two people in the room. She had no idea where the other girls were and she didn’t care. Her fingers slid onto the redhead’s slit, teasing apart the gleaming frills and further freeing the springing love bud.

Catherine’s labia looked sweet, dripping with the honey of arousal. Anna bent lower. Her tongue tasted the outer lips before dipping in between them to savour the salty sweetness of her inner sanctum.

Catherine’s murmurs of pleasure were nothing to Anna now. Again, her own sex was responding to stimuli, her hips rocking gently as her fingers opened and probed more deeply, more slowly, to explore the petals and folds of Catherine’s cunt.

Nothing could stop Anna from seeking her own climax.

Well, almost nothing.

“And... cut!” Sarah called out from somewhere.

Anna looked up in surprise, to see Sarah turning off her camcorder.

“Get up,” Sarah said, “You didn’t think it was going to be that easy did you?”


To be continued...