Corporate Lez
(FF, les, 1st)

by Kysa Braswell
kysa online

Devoting oneself to the corporation is a choice few women make at an early age. But Melanie did straight out of college when she graduated summa cum laude from the Dartmouth. Melanie is a statuesque 5'7, so that her 127-lbs. are not skinny. She wears her deep brown hair short and curly, and dresses for business in tailored pantsuits, with just a touch of color in her accessories. Although she appears to be in her twenties, she will celebrate her thirty-sixth birthday this November. Her body is soft and curvy. Her waist is small, accenting the firm roundness of her hips, and she's always been told she has great legs by men and women alike. She has been known to freeze uncooperative subordinates with her grey-green eyes. She normally separates her business and private life very strictly, but then she discovered Trina. At 23, Trina had worked her way up the corporate ladder to a minor management position, entirely on her own ability. Melanie discovered her record, and promoted her to Assistant to the CEO. She is an untiring worker, a top business analyst. She produces the most thorough reports of anyone Melanie has worked with.

Trina is shorter than Melanie at 5'2, 102-lbs., but has a charisma about her that seems to attract others... she always has someone around her it seems. Her long blonde straight hair frames her thin pixie face, a contrast to her large deep blue eyes. She dresses less severely than Melanie, going in for earth-colored skirts with pastel blouses. She loves sexy shoes, and wears them well on her small sized-4 feet. She has extremely large, well-proportioned E-cup breasts, which carry surprisingly well on her petite frame. Though she is self-conscious about it, they jiggle delightfully when she walks. Her legs are firm and solid, but not at all heavy, and men at the office enjoy a peek at her enormous breasts from any angle. Her hips are very narrow, almost girlish, and she has an unconscious wiggle, accented by her high heels, that has drawn whistles in the parking lot. Her quick, bright smile is matched by an equally quick frown, and her young face already shows signs of "worry lines." She is subject to stomach cramps and, somehow, this awakens a protective urge in Melanie, who finds herself unaccountably attracted to the younger woman.

For her own part, Trina thinks the world of Melanie. She wonders at how Melanie always seems to know the right thing to say, the right moves to make in business, and secretly wishes that she were the older sister that she never had. Two months ago, Melanie invited Trina to a restaurant for dinner after work. The two women had a few drinks, and began to lose the edge of their employer-employee relationship, began to become friends. They have been out to dinner together several times since. After their last dinner and a few drinks, Melanie suggested they go to her apartment, where the drinks would be as good, and they could be more comfortable.

Trina agreed, and a short cab ride later, they arrived, and were greeted by the doorman.

"Hullo, Ma'am, Fine ev'nin." he said, as he pressed the elevator button.

"Hello, Matt."

The two women entered the elevator, and shortly were in Melanie's large, but Mainly apartment. Trina looked around and prematurely said, "I love your place."

"Thank you. Let me take your jacket. Like to look around?"

"Of course."

Trina was relieved of her suit jacket, revealing a sheer pink blouse that only slightly veiled her well-filled E-cup bra.

"Well, go ahead," Melanie invited her as she put away Trina's jacket and her own. "Make yourself at home. What will you drink?"

"Um, seven and seven."

Melanie crossed the room to a small bar, tuned the stereo to soft music, and began making drinks while Trina looked around. The older woman brought up two glasses as the blonde peeked through the open bedroom door.

"Here go. Cheers!"

"Um. Good. Oh, what a big, beautiful bed. Your apartment is wonderful, Melanie."

"Thanks. I like it. Come sit on the couch with me and relax. You seem nervous. Can't you forget I'm the boss? We're friends."

"Sure, Melanie." Trina was not willing to tell Melanie that her nearness was the real reason for her nervousness.

"Tell me some more about yourself, Trina. Do you have brothers or sisters?"

"No. My parents died in a car crash when I was 12, and my aunt and uncle raised me. They had two boys younger than I."

"That must have been difficult."

"Actually, no. They treated me like their own. There was never any "me against them," or anything. They even saved my parent's modest holdings and sent me to business college. You know, though, I always wanted to have a sister. How about you, Melanie? Do you have a sister?"

"I have three brothers, one older. I always thought a sister would be fun, too. Someone to talk girl-talk to for a change.

"We were a strict religious family, and there wasn't much talk about the things I wanted to know - mainly about boys, then. My brothers weren't much help, they wanted to 'protect' me." The younger woman drained her glass.

"Another?"

"Uh, yes, thanks."

"Melanie?"

"Yes?"

"I just had a funny thought. Why can't the two of us be sisters?"

"What a wonderful idea! We could 'adopt' each other."

"And we could share secrets, and all the things we wanted to talk about as kids."

"We should celebrate. Say, I'll open some champagne!"

They giggled over pulling the cork, Melanie holding the bottle between her legs, and Trina stroking the neck of the bottle.

"What a big one you have, and what an odd color!" Trina laughed. Secretly, she was fighting an urge to touch Melanie, finding the brunette unaccountably attractive. What's going on with me? she thought. Eventually, the bottle was opened and the bubbly was poured. They clinked glasses, smiled at each other, and toasted their new sisterhood.

"But no favors at work," Trina said after a moment. "I make it on my own." The drinks had loosened her tongue a bit.

"Why, of course not. Not even for a real sister. You should know me better."

They drank in silence for a while. To herself Trina thought, I was never attracted to another woman before. Should I tell her?

"I wish I were as beautiful as you," the blonde whispered, as the brunette refilled the glasses.

"What? Silly, you're a very beautiful woman. The men at the office think so, too. I've watched them look at you. Erik likes to watch you getting things from the bottom drawer of the file cabinet."

"He watches your bottom, too," Trina giggled.

"He's good looking, isn't he?"

"Umm. When he walks by and gives me that smile I kinda melt. He's got great buns, doesn't he?" Trina was loosening up, the champagne and the sudden close friendship making her feel very comfortable.

"Oh, yes. I almost forget what I'm doing sometimes, watching his tight little ass!"

They sipped some more. A warm, cozy feeling was creeping up Trina's insides. Her secret attraction to Melanie, and the talk about Erik, to whom she was also attracted, was taking a toll.

"You ever wonder what he'd be like? I mean, um, in bed," she blurted.

"Yes, but not enough to do anything about it... yet." They laughed.

They sipped a while in silence. "Do you have a man in your life now, Trina?"

She has had several men, but has found them generally too rash and insensitive, and hadn't formed any lasting attachments. Besides, though she would like a warm, nurturing relationship and fulfilling sex, she would rather not give up her career, as she feels she must if she were to marry. She is convinced that living with someone would present the same problems as marriage.

"No, not right now. You?"

"Nobody special. The last guy I went with, I thought he was special. He was one of the few who didn't mind my being 'Ms. President' and who… well, he was exciting, but... no good."

Melanie is very selective about those she allows to participate in her private rites, and is fiercely loyal to her men - until they prove themselves unworthy of her, when she drops them, often on their heads. She is willing to try anything once to see if she likes it… and she often does.

"Melanie? Is it wrong for a woman to be, ah, attracted to another woman?"

"Wrong? I certainly never thought so."

"Would that make her a lesbian?"

"No, not unless she preferred women to men all the time." Melanie replied,

"Why?"

"Oh, nothing. Excuse me. All this champagne, I need the bathroom." She got up, went down the hallway and closed the door. The inner warmth was very strong, and after relieving her bladder, the touch of the paper sent a thrill up her belly.

"No," she thought, "not here." But the demanding warmth called her, and she wet a fingertip in her mouth and touched her love button. Meanwhile, Melanie sipped more champagne and wondered about Trina's question; wondered at her own attraction to the voluptuous blonde. She walked to the bar, and found some pretzels. She poured them out into a bowl, carried them back to the sofa, and nibbled at them. Trina's caresses had only increased the heat, her juices flowing, her now-swollen pussylips hungry for contact. She spread her thighs a little wider, her love bud growing in its pink nest. Her fingers played in the patch of gently curled hair which barely covered her full woman's lips. She pressed her thumbs together above her sparsely covered mound and pushed downward. Her bud stood out straighter, her delicate inner lips opening. She moved her thumbs up and down, and her hot little nubbin moved up and down in its nested bush.  Lust overwhelmed her senses, as if her body had a mind of its own, unable to respond to better judgment. She rocked her hips forward, sliding to the front edge of the seat. She kicked the silky pantyhose and soft, white cotton panties off her legs and spread her knees yet further. Her thigh muscles tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed. Her flexing fingers milked at her hot delta of flesh, drawing waves of heat from her insides. She inserted a finger, then two, and worked them in and out, trying to satisfy her agonizing need. Then she began to walk the fingers around inside herself. She began to mew softly. Her other hand joined the first, rubbing at the frilly inner lips, teasing the bud which sent such intense chills and warm pulses through her belly.

Hmm, she's been gone a long while, Melanie mused, finishing her glass. I wonder if she's all right. She's had a lot to drink, I hope she didn't pass out in there.

Trina's hands were working a dance on her soft wet flesh, her moans becoming audible. She flung her knees wide, pressing a third finger into play. She pulled at her long pussylips, stretching them down, then out from her pubes; her other hand gripping the top of her pussy, twisting and sliding against her erect button. Shocking heat speared through her. Her ass bounced on the toilet rim, flexing in its brief pleasure.

"Better see if she's okay," Melanie said aloud, walking up to the closed bathroom door, and listened a moment. She heard a soft moan from within.

"Trina?"

No answer.

Trina's mouth was open in a grimace, her head tossing from side to side, her three fingers buried to the second knuckle, her left hand massaging a breast. Now Melanie really was worried. She hesitated a moment, then opened the door.

"Oh! Excuse... Oh." Embarrassed at having barged in, but fascinated by the scene she was witnessing, Melanie stood a moment in the doorway. Her face flushing crimson, Trina returned to sensibility, and began to cover herself.

"Oh, sweet little sister, please, please, don't stop. Wouldn't you like to finish what you started?"

Trina's hands didn't want to leave their work, and after a moment resumed their rubbing. Melanie watched entranced, her own fires warming. She softly entered the room, and sat on the edge of the tub next to Trina.

"Oh yes. Oh, is that good?" Her hand went to Trina's face, pushing back a strand of hair. Trina had both hands back on her mound, one working the puffy lips back and forth, the other once more plunged in, wriggling at the hot flesh of the front wall of her pubes. Melanie woman leaned forward a bit, until her lips just brushed those of her newly-adopted sister. Her tongue darted out, teasing Trina's soft, red, also darting tongue. Melanie found the buttons up the back of Trina's sheer blouse, and undid them while they kissed, then pulled the blouse gently from the blonde's shoulders as she broke away. Her hands went to the front clasp of Trina's sheer bra and undid it quickly. The older woman's fingers gently drew the straps from the blonde's shoulders and pulled the bra from the treasures it had held. Trina's full breasts were capped with pink palm-sized areolas, surrounding little berries that had puckered up hard with her excitement. Melanie's hands went to the twin globes and stroked them, rolling the nipples gently between her thumbs and forefingers.

"Look how hard your nipples are. I can't resist tasting them." She bent and darted her tongue over them. Trina's hips began to buck, her moaning grew louder. Melanie leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the hard tip of Trina's nipple, while her right hand joined Trina's own. At first exploring, then massaging Trina's erect love bud. She pressed and pulled at the swollen clitoris, intently watching the emotions on Trina's face.

"Unn!... Ohh!... OOOOH!"

"Cum, little sister. Oh, yeah, cum for me. You look so lovely!"

Trina did just that, reaching into her womb and provoking an orgasm that felt so wrong, but was exactly what made it feel so good. She teetered a moment, delightfully pausing at the brink of the precipice, then plunged headlong. As if shocked by a bolt of electricity, her muscles jerked and spasmed, her round ass bumped on the seat. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open. The tight muscles forced her and Melanie's fingers half out of her body.

"OOOOOOOOHHH GOD!"

Skillfully playing the rhythm of Trina's spasms, Melanie carefully massaged the clit, extending the awesome throes of Trina's pleasure. Slowly, Trina's aftershocks eased, and she eased into a warm, fuzzy glow. Melanie was enthralled, watching the younger woman. Her own love channel had heated, her ice-blue panties were drenched.

"Kiss me again," Trina murmured.

Eagerly, Melanie did, and found a warm, wet, tongue licking the corners of her mouth. The blonde's hands went out to Melanie's body. Suddenly, she broke away. "Melanie, I'm scared and I'm embarrassed. I... I've never... um...."

The brunette stifled her feelings, saying, "Neither have I, sweet little sister. I've never even considered it before. Relax. We're sisters, remember?"

This was not true, since Melanie had 'fucked' and been fucked (or rather, 'sucked') by a number of her close female friends over the years. She said it to reassure Trina that what they were doing was special between them.

"You always seem to know everything it seems," Trina remarked, nodding.

"Come on, let's not stay in here."

They wandered back out into the hallway, Trina clad only in her skirt and half-slip, clutching her discarded blouse and panties. They returned to the living room, and sat back down on the sofa. Trina's bounteous breasts were still exposed, her rumpled skirt askew on her hips. Trina took a big gulp of champagne.

Melanie smiled at her. "I'm hot myself, too," she said softly. She picked up her champagne glass in one hand, sipping, and slid the other hand to the crotch of her pants, her eyes welling deeply as the looked at the buxom blonde. Trina watched wide-eyed as the brunette began to rub herself gently through he cloth. She drank some more champagne, and watched in silence. Her curiosity was aroused, as well as her inner fires, which were rekindled at the sight.

Suddenly, she leaned forward and began to undo Melanie's blouse. "I'll bet your breasts are beautiful."

"They're kinda small, not like yours."

The blonde stopped unbuttoning at her words. "Maybe she doesn't want me to touch them, then?" she asked coyly.

"Oh no, please… go ahead. I'd love for you to touch me," the brunette whispered.

Trina gently finished with the buttons, then slowly pulled the tails from under Melanie's belt, drawing the blouse open, unveiling the treasures beneath. Melanie was wearing a shimmering light blue, lightly padded bra. Trina reached behind Melanie, unhooked the bra, and gently pulled it forward and down. Though not large, Melanie's breasts were very well-shaped and full, firm, high, and crowned with extremely wide, four-inch puffy areolae which stood firmly, almost like a small breast on top of her breast.

"Oh Melanie! They are… truly beautiful!"

On sudden impulse, Trina leaned forward and kissed the hardening brown tips. Melanie's nipples were highly sensitive and erectile. She sometimes got off just from playing with her breasts, or allowing others to do so. The sensation of Trina's kiss sent chills down her spine, and caused contractions in her tight belly. Melanie removed her blouse and bra, and sat back to enjoy the attention, humming softly in her throat. Trina broke off to kiss her again on the mouth, parting her lips, hungrily pushing her tongue between the Melanie's lips. Trina's fingers explored the other woman's firm breasts, cupping and squeezing them, pulling the nipples, which grew puffy and full. She kissed her way down Melanie's neck and fastened her mouth around the nipple and areola, swirling the flat of her tongue over the ripening plums. Melanie's moaning grew louder, more obvious.

"Come with me, little sister." She said, breathlessly. Getting up, she took Trina's hand, and led her to the bedroom. She dimmed the lights to a rosy glow, and began to remove the rest of her clothing. Under the severe business suit, she had worn a shiny, smooth garter belt, real silk stockings and silky Vanity Fair panties in an ice blue color, a color that accented her hair and pearly-white skin. In fact, sometimes Melanie would go without panties, except for a garter belt and stockings, delighting in the delicate sensuous feeling, and in the secret naughtiness of it. When Melanie had unfastened her stockings, pulled of her garter belt and removed her clinging, damp panties, Trina saw that her bush was enormous and thick, slightly darker than the hair on her head, and it made a lovely picture - the pale flesh, the auburn public hair and the full, sensuous navel. Melanie's legs were thin but well shaped, and terminated in a pair of globes that were a delight to behold. As she bent to remove her stockings, the blonde briefly glimpsed the sanctuary whose altar lies behind nature's pink and frilly veil. Trina giggled slightly and removed her skirt and half slip. In a moment, there were two very different, very beautiful and very naked women standing by the bed.

Melanie laughed. "We forgot to bring the wine!"

"I'll get it," Trina laughed.

Melanie watched her go. She really did have a nice derriere.

"Don't forget the glasses," she called out.

Melanie turned down the cover on the big bed, and when Trina returned, she smiled and bounced onto the bed, sliding over and patting the space next to her. Trina giggled again, put the bottle and glasses on the night-table, and sat next to and facing her. She put her arms around the older woman's neck, her ample breasts just brushing the tips of the brunette's smaller ones. Melanie began to stroke Trina's back, running her hands up and down the other woman's spine, the unfamiliar touch of her feminine finger tips beckoning the blonde back down into the dizzying rush of excitement. She reached lower and lower, finally stroking and squeezing the younger woman's tight little girlish asscheeks.

Trina flicked Melanie's jutting nipples with her tongue, lightly brushing them, teasing, then covered one with her mouth, sucking it in and out between her lips. Melanie began to groan again, lying down, her legs writhing on the covers. Trina flicked the tip of her tongue over the now full nipples, and the brunette began to shiver. Melanie cupped her hands over Trina's breasts as they hung down over her, and began to knead them, squeezing the warm flesh, rolling her nipples in her fingers.

"That feels so good, Melanie," Trina whispered in her ear. Her hand strayed down Melanie's belly. "You're so pretty. I love your pubic hair. See how it curls." She ran her fingers through the shock of curls adorning Melanie's belly. She pulled gently at the long auburn curls, stroking her way closer and closer to the mound they covered. Then, slowly and gently, she parted the fleshy folds and ran a finger in the valley between. The brunette put her arms around the blonde and pulled her onto her body, wrapping her thin legs around the younger woman's fuller ones. She pressed her hot wet flesh hard against Trina's thigh and rotated her hips slowly. Trina squirmed around, then sat up, working one of her legs under, the other over, Melanie's. Then she pressed forward, until her warm woman's lips were kissing the brunettes. She stroked the other woman's belly with her fingers, running them up over her breasts, down over her hips. She maneuvered herself until her again-erect bud was pressing hotly against Melanie's. She ground her hips forward, the heat rising once more. She pushed her index finger down so that it simultaneously touched both their clits, then pumped it up and down.

Melanie lunged her hips forward and up, increasing the pressure, pressing her own lengthening bud against the blonde's. The two women writhed and squirmed, finding the right angle, pressing, moving. Their wet warmth bumped and ground together, kissing and sucking against each other like two hungry mouths, their hands squeezing each other's breasts, pulling each others nipples. The auburn and blonde curls mingled wetly as their bodies sought release, their two erect clits straining against each other.

Trina dimly thought to herself, as she started the trip to the pinnacle, am I doing this? Or am I dreaming? Melanie was beyond thought, her quicker responses having already brought her near the edge of orgasm. She began to quiver, her nipples rock-hard, her voice only capable of sighs and moans.

Mmmm... ooh, agggg, Mmmmmm."

Melanie had begun to cum. Her stomach muscles knotted, little beads of sweat grew from her skin, her dark brown areolae and nipples looked ready to burst.

"MMMMMMMM… AAAAAAH OHGOD!"

In the next moment, Trina, went over the edge of pleasure, too; plunging quickly into orgasm. Her pussy clamped and released as her long pussylips quivered, rubbing ever more fiercely against her slender partner's wet lips.

"OHH... UNG...AHH OHGOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD!"

Trina collapsed over the brunette's body. They twined their arms and legs about each other, squirming in their aftershocks, kissing and holding each other, lightly caressing each other's smooth skin.

"Ohgod, that was... INCREDIBLE!" Melanie breathed. She rolled over, refilled the glasses, handed one to Trina, and sipped. Then she walked across the room, opened a drawer, moved aside some lingerie, and withdrew a vibrator.

"Do you have any 'toys' at home, Trina?"

Trina was embarrassed at the sight of Melanie's toy. When she felt the urge at home, she had learned to help herself with fingers or a pillow, but never with something so blatantly sexual.

Trina blushed, "No, but I wish I did."

Melanie walked back to the bed, carrying the instrument. She bent down beside the bed to plug the vibrator in the wall. She drank more champagne, then lay back on the pillows. She held the vibrator between her legs, prodding at her still-moist lips, then stopped.

"Here, won't you do me?" she asked, handing the instrument to Trina.

Trina hefted the thing, stared wide-eyed at Melanie's open, vulnerable body, her legs spread wide, her pink portals open. She gulped down the rest of the contents of her glass, then crawled over until she was sitting between the brunette's knees. She lay the vibrator lengthwise in the older woman's quim and rubbed it slowly up and down. Melanie reached down and pulled her lips apart with her fingers, moaning softly. Trina prodded at the entrance to the tunnel of love with the thick head of the instrument, twisting and turning slowly. She found the control knob on its end, and turned it a little. A low-pitched hum began, the device waking in her fingers. She prodded and twisted some more, wetting the end in Melanie's ample juices. Melanie moaned, her fingers dancing on her lips and inside her pussy slightly. Trina watched, fascinated as the device began to slip into the warm pink opening, framed so beautifully engulfed within the large mass of pussy hair. She pushed, then pulled it almost out, then pushed again, recalling how she did herself with her own fingers. With each entry Melanie's moans grew deeper. When half the length of the vibrator had disappeared, Trina turned the control up a bit more. The humming sound grew, the instrument pulsing in her hand.

"NNNNnnnnnngggg... AAAIIEEEE!!"

Trina pulled it slowly out, then pushed it back in. It slid more easily as Melanie's moisture wet the shaft. Trina was warming to her task, and began to pump the instrument in and out, twisting the control up and down. Although she was unconscious of it, Trina's free hand wrapped itself around her enormous left breast, squeezing it, pulling at the nipples, stretching them several inches from her chest, then pressing them in, as if to abuse herself. Melanie was grasping her own breasts. She spread her fingers, and rotating her wrists, rolled her erect nipples. Her knees spread wide on each instroke, then drew together on the outstroke. Her head rocked back and forth in ecstasy.

"Ahhg! Yes! Ohh! Deeper! Ohh. Harder!" Melanie cried.

Trina pumped. She pressed in as far as she dared, feeling the soft resistance of Melanie's insides. She watched enthralled as the brunette began to buck, her hips and her delicious ass thrusting up off the bed, her knees shaking. Trina's hand found her own wet tunnel, and probed. She watched the brunette's pink flesh as it drew back and forth with the instrument, how her erect nubbin clawed at it as she pressed it in.

"Ohh. Give it to me, keep going, god, this feels so good! Ohhhhhh!"

Melanie bucked up, her body contacting the bed only with her feet and shoulders. Her skin flushed, her nipples expanding. Trina turned the control up all the way. The instrument buzzed, it seemed almost to draw into Melanie's body of itself. Melanie pressed her hips forward and down, impaling herself even more deeply than Trina had dared.

"Nnnnnnnn! Agggghhh!"

Trina rotated the end of the vibrator, twisting it in the brunette's body, stirring the flesh. She stirred her own flesh with her fingers.

"MMMMMMMAAAAAAH!"

Again the rising animal-cry burst from Melanie's throat. Her body flopped back to the bed, she rolled onto her side, the vibrator still deep in her body. She drew her knees up to her chest and shook, she reached down and held her lower belly as if trying to slow down the ripples of pleasure still filling her womb. Trina had released her hold on the vibrator when Melanie dropped, but now reached out and took it once more. The butt end was slippery with the overflow of Melanie's hot juices. Her rounded asscheeks glistened with it. Trina pumped the shaft gently, jerking it with very short quick strokes. Melanie's whole body shook with another, lesser orgasm. Her arms clasped her knees, her head jerked back, her face a grimace.

"Nnnnngggnnnnnnnnggg..."

Inarticulate throat noises escaped her lips. Finally, the spasms began to ease. She rolled onto her back, her legs straightened. Trina turned the control off and began to withdraw the vibrator.

"Ahh! Wait! Slowly."

More gently, she eased the monster from its soft casing. "God, I have NEVER, ever cum like that!" she said breathlessly. Melanie lay back, exhausted, her eyes closed. Trina looked at the instrument, slick with the other woman's cum. She lay down next to Melanie, spread her legs and pressed it to her cunt. The vibrator was not only two inches in diameter, but it felt even larger! Wet as it was, and ready as she was, it entered easily. She pressed it in another inch, then reached up and turned it on. Oh, how it moved! Her finger play had readied her, watching the other woman's pleasure had dazzled her, and now the vibrator was completing the work. She raised her knees higher, spread her legs as wide as she could, and took the device in both hands and pushed.

"Oh god yes, that's it, right there!"

Melanie awoke from her drowse at the sounds.

"Oh, little sister, let me."

Melanie took both the big fluffy pillows and mounded them together.

"Here. Lie over these," she instructed.

Trina rolled over onto the pillows, her voluptuous asscheeks in the air, her knees far apart.

"Now relax, little sister."

Melanie parted Trina's lips with one hand and guided the instrument into her love channel with the other. She snaked it around in Trina's body. When a good part of its length had disappeared, she switched it on.

"Mmmmm," Trina mumbled into the sheets as the device hummed within her. Melanie worked more and more of the device into Trina, twisting and turning it as she did. With her free hand she began to stroke and pinch gently at the elevated cheeks of Trina's wiggling ass which was already eager for another orgasm. Melanie advanced the control another notch.

"Ohhhhhhyesssss…."

The brunette pumped the vibrating device in and out of Trina's hot tunnel, pressing it this way and that, stimulating every nerve. She watched how Trina's flesh clung to the huge shaft as she withdrew it, how it pressed her flesh inward as she forced it back into the depths. She watched as the little ring of her rearmost opening bulged in and out. Sensing the blonde was at the edge, Melanie turned the machine on full and pressed it in, working it around. She massaged the soft ass crevice of Trina with a wet fingertip.

"Arrrggghh... Ohhh… NNNNnnnnggg!"

Trina's cheeks waved back and forth, the muscles rippling, as the waves of intense pleasure mounted to climax. Trina came. And came. Her insides churned as never before, her muscles tightening, flashes of heat coursing her spine. She clamped hard on the vibrator, as it hummed within her. She thought she would pass out, but still Melanie insistently stirred the machine in her body, while stroking her ass. At last Michelle slumped with exhaustion, and the device turned off. Slowly it withdrew from her body, she felt both relief and loss at its going.

"Oh, Melanie. That was... what can I say? beautiful! But now I'm so tired from all that!"

"Me too, little sister. Why not stay here with me tonight? We'll sleep well, I promise," she smiled, waving her fingers and putting her forefinger to her tongue.

"You naughty, naughty girl… How could I say no to you?"

"You can't!" Trina said, quickly clasping Melanie in her arms and kissing her before pulling back the bed sheets for the night.



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