Selena Kitt - Bluebeard’s wife

That's when I saw it, behind a dark leather teddy kind of thing-it was sheer brown mesh, with a tulle-like fluted skirt, golden ribbons laced up in the front, like a modified corset, and delicate fairy wings. It was the shimmering fairy wings that did it. I smiled, touching it and looking at Kali. Her eyes grew wide and she shook her head, looking horrified.

"This one," I said, handing it to Jennifer. The other women hooted, seeing Kali's face.

"No way," she said, shaking her head. "I'm not wearing that."

"That's the rules of the game," Jennifer smiled. "Kelly, where's your bathroom?"

Kelly smiled. "Come on, be a good sport. Tara will help you put it on."

"I will?"

"She knows where the bathroom is."

I heard Jennifer talking to the group about what they were going to do while we were in the bathroom as I led Kali down the hall. She clomped along reluctantly in her motorcycle boots. When we got into the bathroom, I hung the outfit on the back of the door and looked at the young girl sitting on the edge of the tub, her eyes wide.

"You don't really have to," I said, coming over to sit on the toilet lid, my knees touching hers. "We can stay in here all night if you want."

"What would we do?" She smiled, rubbing her knees against mine.

"Whatever you want," I replied. "I play a wicked game of eye-spy."

She laughed. "I can think of better things," she said, reaching her hand out and fingering the edge of my short skirt. "What are you wearing under that?"

"This?" I couldn't believe I was doing it, but I lifted my skirt to show her the white cotton panties that went along with the whole innocent school girl theme.

"Nice." Her eyebrows went up. "So do you have a boyfriend to model that for?”

“A husband," I replied. "I'm hoping he likes it."

"How can he not?" she asked, her eyes trained between my thighs, and I realized I was still holding my skirt up. I dropped it, flushing. Being this close to her was making me feel very, very warm.

"Wait," Kali said, lifting my skirt again. "I spy, with my little eye…"

She moved between my thighs on her knees and I looked down at her, holding my breath, my eyes wide. "Something… black?"

"What are you doing?" I whispered, as if someone might hear me.

"Playing eye spy," she said, slipping a finger under the elastic of my panties and exposing my bush. "Yep. Black."

"Kali," I said, starting to push my skirt down.

"Wait, wait," she said, pressing my hand with hers, keeping my skirt up.

"What?"

"I spy with my little eye…" she was leaning in so close to me now I could feel her breath on my thighs. I didn't seem to have control of my body as it edged toward her.

"Something pink," she murmured, parting my lips with her fingers.

I gasped, watching her eyes, which seemed to be drinking in the sight of me there. I was fascinated with her mouth, how dark her lipstick was, how pink her tongue when she licked her lips. Her fingers wandered through the folds of my flesh, her eyes following the path she was tracing. Everything was fuzzy and sharp at the same time, a glorious haze of heightened sensation.

Before I knew it, her tongue was parting my pussy lips, too, trailing up and down my slit. I'd never wanted anything more and I didn't stop her, I didn't even think to stop her. The pleasure was so good it was almost unbearable. Ecstasy is the perfect name, I thought, as I let her lick me and lick me, holding my panties aside for her and watching her little, pink pointed tongue flicking back and forth over my clit.

Her hands roamed over my body, up my thighs, spreading them, moving over my exposed belly. She reached underneath my shirt and found my breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra, and she moaned at that, tweaking my nipples, making them stand up for her.

I whispered her name, running my hands through her short, dark hair. Her tongue worked me into a frenzy until I was wiggling and gasping and thrusting my hips against her. She took it all in stride, never losing her place or her pace, staying focused right there on the spot that was making me crazier by the minute.

"Oh, God," I whispered. "I'm so close."

She nodded, encouraging me with her tongue, not even stopping when there was a knock on the bathroom door. I tried to remember if I'd locked it.

"There's someone in here!" I called breathlessly as they tried the door. Locked.

Thank God.

"Are you two almost done?" It was Kelly.

Kali's eyes met mine-hers were dancing and dark-and she started licking at me even faster. I hissed when she pulled at my nipples. "Tara? Almost?"

"Getting there!" I gasped.

"Ok." I heard her walk down the hall and the moment I let myself relax again, it came over me, the most incredible orgasm of my life, shuddering through me in delicious, undulating waves. I clutched Kali, the young girl latched onto my pussy as I bucked and rocked and gasped, trying to be quiet and realizing that made it even more pleasurable.

When I looked down through half-closed eyes at Kali, she was grinning and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She had dark lipstick smeared all over. I'd never wanted to kiss anyone more, and that's just what I did, kneeling on the floor and tasting myself in her mouth. She groaned against my lips, rubbing her body against me.

It was the most delicious sensation in the world.

I started undressing her, undoing and unzipping her jeans. She pulled the t-shirt off over her head, and I saw that she was braless too, her breasts small and perky like mine. I leaned over did just what I felt compelled to do-I kissed and licked at them, and she rocked with me, working her jeans down her hips.

She stood to take off her boots, and I stayed on my knees, helping her pull them off one at a time. Then she toed off her jeans, standing there leaning back against the counter wearing a pair of black mesh panties. Her body was shapely, her skin milky white, her soft, rounded little belly sporting a silver navel ring that caught my eye.

"Eye spy," I whispered, looking up at her. I was a little scared, now, but too excited to stop. I wanted to give her what she had given me. My mouth was watering, imagining what she might taste like, feel like against my tongue.

"Just pink," Kali said, slipping her panties over her hips and revealing her bare pussy lips. She was shaved completely clean. I saw that the minute she slid up onto the counter and opened her thighs. I noticed that she had a tattoo of a butterfly over her left hip bone as she slid her hands between her legs, opening herself to me. Her pussy was glistening, her fleshy folds a deep, dark pink, much darker than my own. Her lips were thick and full, and I wondered if that's what I would look like if I were shaved.

My pussy was still throbbing, aching for more, and although I'd never had a multiple orgasm, I couldn’t help reaching between my legs and rubbing myself as I went up on my knees and leaned toward her.

"Have you ever done this?" she whispered.

I shook my head.

"You know what feels good for you, right?"

I nodded, my eyes on hers.

"It's easy then… just do that."

My tongue found her, searching out her clit. She tasted just like I did, maybe a little stronger. Maybe that was because I'd only tasted myself second hand? Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth, and her clit was bigger than mine, fuller somehow-

there was more flesh around it, hiding it from me. I found it anyway, licking at her like she had licked at me, my tongue working slowly around her clit.

"Yes, do that," Kali murmured, her head going back as she pulled on her dark brown nipples. I stayed on my knees, rubbing my hand between my legs as I licked her.

The sight and sound and smell of her was intoxicating.

"Oh God, yeah," she whispered. "Faster, baby."