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    A Thin Line – Chpt 30

    Story written on August 5, 2006 by zheese.
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    Helebette – Bedtime Friday, Breakfast Saturday

    She massaged my behind and ran her fingers between my crack, touching my sensitive flesh. I wriggled and could feel the evidence of my mounting arousal seep onto the soft skin of her leg. She again pressed her thigh against my clit, massaging it against my moisture. Her eyes carefully watched my expression react to her movements and to the words that she spoke.

    “I ached for the touch of my palms on the flesh of your ass,” Bette continued in a seductive whisper. “Your scent had me intoxicated. I wanted to kiss you. Oh, how I wanted you.” Bette smiled as she ran her hand up my torso and rubbed her fingers back and forth over one nipple, lingering there, teasing me. “Your erect nipples tantalized me as they swayed against my breasts.”

    I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of her warm, sweet breath against my face, her hand on my breast. Bette’s fingers wandered from my nipple slowly down my abdomen and stopped abruptly to brush back and forth against my coarse curls. “I wanted my hand in your pants, rubbing you, feeling you, pleasuring you,” Bette spoke softly. I took my hand and placed it over Bette’s, pushing it down between my folds. I spread my legs, and moaned and whimpered, as she began to stroke me lovingly and circle my clit with her fingertips. “I wanted to make you come for me.”

    “Oh, God, make me come, Bette,” I breathed, begging.

    She began to stroke me quickly and firmly as I rocked and rolled, rhythmically and rapidly, against her hand.

    Finally, Bette said, “You’re close, Sweetheart.”

    “Yes. Close,” I managed to utter.

    My eyes were shut. I could feel her fingers slow their movement and then remove themselves from me. ‘Oh, God, don’t stop,’ I thought, unable to say the words. Immediately, I felt her head between my legs, her tongue lapping my sensitive, swollen flesh. Opening my eyes, I raised up off my pillow to watch Bette’s stiffened tongue enter me. She thrust in and out and lapped repeatedly. I lay back and my head rolled from side to side in delight.

    “Oh, fuck, Bette,” I breathed.

    She reentered me with two fingers. Exploring, she quickly found the spot that created ecstasy. My body thrust off the bed as I came. When I collapsed back against the pillows, Bette removed her fingers and placed her lips over my clit, kissing me there, and licking me with her tongue. Spasms overtook me.

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    1. Moms have this special gene that let’s them know all and see all even before it happens. zheese, excellent chapter. I hope your distraction is a good distraction.

    2. Yeah! How does Peggy know everything? It’s kinda creepy. Why do I have the uncomfortable feeling it’s NOT Peggy and NOT good news waiting at the other end of the ringing phone? If I were Helena, I’d consider turning the beach house into a fortress.

    5. oh damnnnn…”breakfast of champions”, now that’s priceless. whew…zheese, you’ve rendered me speechless…you dear chic are the CHAMPION Supreme!!!!

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