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for today, whatever sexual delights he'd planned for Marianne, she'd never thought that she'd be lying with her pussy bared, open and swollen with sex, blatantly on offer to Jill! Her act was forbidden and yet, strangely, so right. She was finding an uncanny comfort with another girl, a bizarre acceptance of the young lesbian now exploring between her thighs. She was discovering a frightening sexual deviance in the murky depths of her own subconscious.
    Her body jolted as the tip of the vibrator brushed gently against her blossoming clitoris. The electrifying sensations transmitting deep into her spasming cunt, reverberating through her womb, she gasped, whimpering as every muscle
    tensed and every nerve ending tingled with sexual pleasure.
    'You're going to enjoy this,' Jill assured her softly, her fingers still locked within Marianne's tightening vagina as she deftly circled the girl's clitoris with the buzzing phallus. 'You're going to be a good girl and come for me!'
    Marianne's senses momentarily returned and she gazed around the lounge through her eyelashes. The TV she'd enjoyed watching with Barry, his book and empty coffee cup on the table, the newspaper he'd left in the armchair, his paperwork spilled on the floor... This had been their lounge, their domain - but now it was a sex den that belonged to Marianne, to John, and to Jill. No longer would she be able to make love with Barry by the fire or on the sofa without images of John looming, thoughts of Jill's probing fingers excavating her love-hole.
    Her pussy, her body, her very being, had belonged to Barry - it had been his to enjoy, and his only. Times change! she mused as her clitoris throbbed and the beginnings of her orgasm welled, causing her to arch her back and quiver in her ecstasy.
    'There's a good girl!' Jill praised, all too aware of her slave's impending orgasm. 'Just relax and let it come.' Marianne did relax, and her climax did come. Wave after crashing wave of orgasmic pleasure erupted from her vibrating clitoris and ripped though her nervous system. Crying out as she dug her fingernails into the sofa and parted her thighs as far as she was able, she shook violently, her mind awash with sex, her body afire with lesbian lust as she imagined herself taking Jill in turn to such an incredible orgasm.
    Now, even the familiar lounge, the furniture, the memories, faded into oblivion. It didn't matter who was working intimately between her legs, male or female, it was of no consequence. Her concentration, her thoughts, her entire being
    centred on her burning cunt, her exploding clitoris.
    'Keep coming, my angel - keep coming!' Jill's words drifted, floating somewhere above Marianne's consumed body. 'Keep coming, and then you can make me come!'
    At last, the vibrator moved away from Marianne's aching clitoris, allowing her orgasm to subside, her mind to return to her quaking body. As she lay exhausted on the sofa, her juices decanting from her fiery cunt-hole as Jill slipped her wet fingers from her open body, Marianne gasped in her incredible pleasure.
    She was enjoying her first lesbian affair, and she was delighted to think that there were more firsts to come, more new sexual experiences to encounter. Suddenly, Jill's darting tongue lapped, probing between Marianne's rubicund sex-lips, cleansing her there. The thought that this was a female tongue heightened the girl's arousal, lifting her high on another swirling cloud of orgasm. Her clitoris receiving attention now, she whimpered, stifling her orgasmic screams as her perspiring body shuddered uncontrollably and her thighs gripped her partner in lesbian lust. On and on her climax rolled as Jill mouthed and sucked on her erupting clitoris, the incredible sensations ripping through her mind, shaking her perspiring body.
    Again, Marianne was released from the velvet grip of her come, leaving her panting for life-giving breath, desperate for her body to calm. As Jill finished her licking, cleansing