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which reacted to each of her caresses by themselves. Motherly, she adjusted her lingerie on a pillow. Before long, even the girl was completely stripped naked.
For Nicòle to be facing her was like flying: to see the entire body made her feel suspended in a disturbing state never felt before.
Being so naked allowed them to melt in a total embrace, every centimeter of skin was in contact, coinciding. Lying on the bed, Floraâs hands, immediately followed by her lips, began the passionate journey that would never be erased from the memories of Nicòle.
Her fingers on her were like sparks, molten lava. They slipped, hungry for meat; just after her fingers, the mouth came, moist of breath and saliva, seemingly smoky. A burning droll left on the still immature body unknown emotions. The trail evaporated immediately due to the love fever, procuring uncontrollable shivers of excitement. Nicòle was in a trance. She lived everything as if in another dimension. The new feelings were intense, violent, yet muffled, as if her mind was living under the effect of the most intoxicating drug.
Finally, after long wanderings, her fingers reached the little butterfly, which as if just freed from the cocoon, stood motionless and contrite, waiting for her innermost intimacy to teach her to hatch pleasure. What had seemed to be an unsustainable peak of pleasure, turned out to only be the dawn of the forbidden path during that terrible and unnatural pairing.
Flora's hand devoted itself to the gem belonging to young Nicòle: she caressed her, comforted her ... she warned her to stay strong, since the sinking was coming. In fact, a few moments later, the full mouth descended relentlessly, greedily. The little butterfly snached, the raped wings filled with dew, splitting to its ends with the mighty and strong tongue. The whole mouth was pressing; the entire tongue penetrated unstoppable: like the canine tooth of a vampire, thirsty for honey. Flora penetrated into the wet and, simultaneously firey from passion chapel.
An obscene sound emanated from the erotic scene. The sweetness had given way to greed. An electric lightning, breaking bright, set off from Nicòleâs womb following every innermost muscle, reaching the brain, making her jump with excitement.
A pleasure never experienced, unknown even in the lonely nights when she tormented her sex. Flora lay on her with the same strength of a male who wants to possess the conquered prey. Without deflowering her, she made her hers repeatedly, perhaps even more vehemently; branding her forever with her weight and with the blazing letters of her irrepressible desire. She slipped in with the stiff middle finger, then also the index managed to pass inside.
The orgasm... Nicòleâs orgasms began a few minutes after the pressure waves on her wrecking flesh. After, it was impossible to count them, as it would not be possible to count the days of love and pleasure to come. All those hours together, during which they transformed into inseparable lovers.
When Nicòle tried to reciprocate, directing the mouth to the places of women secrets, Flora did not allow her to reach them. The girl had to be content to rest her cheek on her belly as she tried to inhale, close to the the womanâs, all the smell that it emanated.
Her lover caressed her hand and gently guided her, granting to venture inside her but only with the fingers. Nicòle began to dig and to rummage, as if in her own property, wallowing in that sea of moods. Secretly, she licked her fingers to immediately return to her fingering. Flora exploded within minutes, with no more control. Just as Nicòle realized that her governess was reaching climax, she searched with the other hand, for her pudenda and joined in the novel pleasure, the liquid sound made her dissolve ... like fainting, in a lake of sin. Coming together was inconceivable, initiating at once a communion that could have never again been ignored.
For the young Nicòle, this was the first real sexual experience, and it was all female. It went far beyond just sex; She flowed in the emotion of love: a sensation that would have never been matched in her life. For as much pleasure she would ever taste, no relationship would hold the comparison with the first, marking, adventure. Those couple of intense and overwhelming hours remained imprinted in her memory with a level of unparalleled ecstasy.
Exhausted, she curled under the body of her fairy, after the unbridled sex, now seeking unconditional love.
And she fell asleep.
9
Magic Intermezzo. (Fairy Tale)
The hot summer passed and warmed the senses, while the half-naked bodies of the two lovers, the young princess and the mature fairy showed and clung to each-other, slaves of the same desire.
Even autumn came, with her gentle calmness, inviting them to seek and to possess one another, taking advantage of every opportunity.
Then winter and the cold kept them close, skin to skin, under one blanket, in a scented pleasure.
Finally, in the spring their butterflies flourished and were hornier more than ever: The best time to drawn in the other's mouth, manipulating it until, from the intensely fragrant and sweet as honey corolla, poured rose love water.
And so, blending into one another, in an amalgam of sex and passion, the women passed the seasons of compelling and perverse love. Alba grew and learned; the Iron Fairy felt an intense languor, leaving a dominant part possessing her mature body. The princess, in addition to love, enjoyed playing with her, subduing her to her whims.
Often the fairy was content to kneel by the large sofa, being the servant, the slave. Her fawning tribute began at Albaâs feet. Then she would massage her, kiss her to the extreme, leaving her in the end to rest under her motherly embrace. Slowly, she made her discover pleasure in all its possible shades. Firstly, she granted her all of herself, then she started to seek pleasure in possessing her. She taught her all the games and cunnings, allowed her to use sex objects, to learn how to give pleasure to a woman manfully. The princess was playing and experimenting. She loved to take the fairy from all sides, she enjoyed seeing her receive her penetrating thrusts in every meander.
The woman enjoyed the naivety of Alba, every day more proven, more curious, more cunning, the unbridled pursuit of passion. The fairy, now, took pleasure in her disciple.
At night the fairy, more mature and shrewd, alone in bed listening to the chirping of cicadas, would immerse in deep thinking of new perversions to practice the next day. It did not seem true to be able to crown her most shameful dreams, using that tender and young body, that fertile and enchanted mind.
She had kept her a virgin until then, but one day she decided to launch her most powerful erotic spell.
Meanwhile, the Princessâ parents, unaware of what was happening, focused on their complicated lives. The queen, blindly trusted the friendship that bound her to the fairy. Although he realized that, in the gingerbread house, something more than just sipping some tea with cookies occurred. But all was quiet thanks to that very special relationship. The friend was sweet and patient, the princess was growing happy and strong, and she, the mother, was freer than ever.
That was fine. Investigating would have been useless and even challenging.
10
Uncontrollable thirst for pleasure. (Reality)
Nicòle was welcoming her, suffering, but firm. Arms crossed under her head that was being crushed against the backrest at each pressure. Her knees, resting on a blanket on the floor, were apart. She had done so much to persuade Flora to make her feel her most secret liabilities, since little Nicòle had been for years attacking all her intimate parts.
The object which helping them was big, very thick but not too long. When she wore it, Nicòle gave no respite to her friend. Flora received it all by herself, without blinking an eye, but became careful and strict when it came to using Nicòleâs body for such pleasure. So she had taken time to enable her to suffer, but without being too painful and remaining a virgin.
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