”I guess you’ll have better dreams now,” Rebeka said, a warm smile on her face.

At the brunette’s expression, Lizandra felt a sort of familiar feeling flood her head with memories. That warm smile was similar to the one Soe gave her many times, even at that moment when she tried to blackmail her in order to satisfy her curiosity. That was a smile that seemed to unravel the truth inside a person and forgive them for being imperfect in nature.

After seeing that the situation was headed for an emotional fall, the brunette took advantage of Lizandra’s distraction and settled on the bed, eager to expedite the process.

Rebeka removed her blouse and, with one tug, also threw off the panties she was wearing to return to the position she was in.

She had another totally naked woman in front of her. Lizandra swallowed dryly, thanks to what she was seeing. She watched her friend’s body minutely as she began to take off what was left of her clothes, so that, from one move to the next, her face was between the legs of the brunette.

She saw her lower lips completely clean, waxed, and endowed with juicy internal fluids peeking out of her friend, which were exposed before her eyes quite naturally. She remembered that she had never tired of seeing such a scene in pictures or in the videos that were on the internet, but having it in the flesh was something to consider. Plus, having the ability to touch, smell, and taste felt even more tantalizing. Intoxicated with power and an exclusive opportunity, Lisandra felt she could no longer control the forbidden urges that swept over her.

After seeing her breasts, Rebeka could also look down the middle of Lizandra’s legs. The blonde’s mons pubis was smooth, not because it was waxed, but because there were no hairs growing there. To the naked eye, there was only the skin; there were no hairs that had been trimmed off, of which the tips could be seen. It was a hairless surface.

 As Lizandra arched her back further while on all fours on the bed, she lifted her ass, raised her spread buttocks, and made the view of her crotch disappear.

It wasn’t too hard to imagine what was about to happen. Lizandra was almost drooling over what she was about to eat; she hadn’t done it yet, just because she didn’t know where to start. After all, she wanted to make a good impression. After moving forward with her head and holding her breath, the blonde decided to get right down to business with her tongue out.

The first touch of moistened muscle against flesh throbbing amidst fluids, with a hint of arousal, was magical. Much more so, when Lizandra made a point of drawing her tongue in the movements of a snake, from top to bottom, and then from Rebeka’s tight sphincter all the way up to the bud that throbbed with pleasure, not before stopping to suck on the vaginal lips.

 Rebeka looked up at the ceiling, holding her breath, because she realized that as long as she didn’t think she was the one eating, sticking her face, and rubbing her tongue against another woman’s lubricated nature, the situation became more passable for her. With her mind clear, from one moment to the next, she felt the movements of her friend’s tongue run along each of her folds that formed the petals between her legs, be they thick or thin. Up and down, Lizandra’s breath also impacted Rebeka’s clitoris, causing a pleasurable tingle that went away each time the blonde put her lips in an “O” shape and sucked on the tip of the brunette’s hooded pleasure spot.

Rebeka realized that, regardless of both sexes, an oral didn’t feel unpleasant at all, especially when the person was dedicated to what they were doing.

From Lizandra’s point of view, every time she sucked the juicy flesh, she ended up breathing as deeply as she could, as long as she inhaled even the essence of the skin, from which she could see pubic hairs growing between the pores. But the muscles of an overly playful tongue were susceptible to fatigue, which made the blonde have to rely on the help of her fingers.

 With the movements of a tongue that focused only on the tip of the cleft between a woman’s legs, Rebeka sensed how her friend was settling in until she was able to finger her lips. In just minutes, the brunette could feel her loins allowing three fingers to enter.

  With part of her hand inside the innermost part of her friend’s sexuality, Lizandra questioned whether the feat would have been possible because of how aroused Rebeka was at the moment. After all, when a woman is aroused, she not only lubricates but also dilates her entrance more readily in order to receive her partner. Did the fact that her friend was aroused mean she was doing a good job? The three fingers were the proof; her breathing and her spreading her legs the way she was doing were signs that she was. For all the time she had been stroking, warming up, and molding her body for the penetration of her fingers, it was to make the situation happen faster.

 The moment was exciting for Lizandra, so much so that, if she wasn’t so concerned about making a good impression, she would be playing with her body. But why play with herself when her friend could do her the same favor with her mouth? Besides, if it had taken so long for Rebeka’s nature to get wet, how long would it take for Rebeka to dare to do the same to her?

The thought of sixty-nine years ago was killing Lizandra, as was the uncertainty of whether or not she could leave her crotch over her friend’s face, especially when she couldn’t be sure what would happen, but with how turned on Rebeka looked, she was sure to perk up, or so the blonde thought.

More comfortable with the situation, Rebeka began to sigh, not because she was turned on but because she longed for more. In a way, three fingers no longer filled her. ‘Omar’s member always makes me moan loudly when it hits the end of my loins. Is it possible for us to use a toy? I don’t want to leave the bed or make her feel bad. I must admit that her oral hygiene is great and that she would have the courage to stick three fingers in me while she moves them back and forth inside me, but not having a piece of man meat next to me with which to be punished... Ohhh! I wish that through that window that is open, Omar would climb up and make his entrance just to fuck me.’

  After taking advantage of the closed eyes of the dedicated Lizandra, Rebeka tried to confirm her hunch by looking out the window. For the moment, she thought she saw a shadow, almost as if there really was someone watching her from outside, but it was not the case; the glass was fogged up, and being on the second floor, it confirmed that no one could stand there and watch without first making considerable noise.

Rebeka admitted that in the hypothetical case that the boys were there, she would invite them in at once. But that was not the case, and the situation was somewhat frustrating. ‘What can I do to feel more?’ she wondered.

With an idea in mind, Rebeka grabbed Lizandra by the hair, steepened her hips upward so as to create more friction, and rubbed his prick against her face.

“Suck hard!” said Rebeka, when in the doorway that adjoined the stairs, she could see Omar and Miguel.

For Lizandra, the moment had come—the chance to shine, to not stop and keep fighting no matter how tired she was. After all, Rebeka had to be close to Orgasm to grab him by the hair and move like she was doing.

On the other hand, with the scene being staged in her head that she hadn’t dared to miss, Rebeka closed her eyes, and when she opened them, there were the two boys standing there, who came in naked, until they were positioned on either side of the bed. She asked for two virile members, and now she had two well-standing, powerful, and superb members pointing at her, while Lizandra increased the force of her sucking, as hard as her cheeks could, in order to please the demands that had been explicitly made of her.

Rebeka felt perverted; she was giving herself to another girl in front of two libidinous young men watching and touching her. In the room could be heard the moans of Rebeka and two boys who were masturbating so hard as to create wet sounds with the friction they were making with their hands.

Lizandra was on the edge, but she was also convinced that, now more than ever, she could not stop, slow down, or change the position she was in. The blonde ignored the pain in her hand, the tiredness of her tongue, and the numbness of her jaw just to get to give her friend the longed-for prize with just one oral.

Both Omar and Miguel stood there, watching Rebeka touch her breasts with the other hand and leaving her mouth open as if she wanted to swallow meat. Suddenly, her boyfriend climbed onto the bed and put his member in her face, while Miguel positioned himself behind Lizandra. Rebeka could imagine the immensity of both phalluses, which were on the verge of exploding, and moved forward with determination to enter the respective holes and start pumping without any care. Using and abusing the holes of the two distracted girls without any permission or warning was exciting.

Rebeka realized that both Omar and Miguel were just illusions of her thoughts, of a needy imagination. But, without even having time to be surprised, she suddenly felt the pleasurable current of an orgasm between her legs.

With her fingers inside her friend, Lizandra could feel some peritoneal spasm, but what really led her to distinguish that her friend’s orgasm had not been faked was that she contracted the muscles of her legs and was uncomfortable feeling the sensation with her pleasure bud.

Agitated at having passed her limits about ten times, Lizandra lifted her head proudly at the sight of her friend’s legs twisting and shrinking back and forth on the bed, each time the sensitive clitoris was touched.

“Who needs boys?” asked Lizandra.

 “It felt nice, but I don’t think my head was in the moment. If I’m being honest, I came thinking about Omar,” said Rebeka, worried that she had a hallucination again.

The blonde’s heart silently broke into a thousand pieces, for so far she had been under the illusion of doing everything right. Although she prepared herself for the worst, she never believed that the truth would hurt so much. This new sense of humiliation flashed through her mind and hurt more than being there naked and having been called a thief or a lesbian.

Almost on the verge of tears, Lizandra sat up in bed and asked:

“What did I miss? What can I do better? Help me; I don’t want to stay like this.”

“I think you need to be more aggressive,” replied Rebeka, after thinking about the situation.

“Aggressive? How?” asked Lizandra, somewhat confused.

 “Do you want me to make you come?” replied Rebeka, who, after getting up from the bed, went to the closet and looked for the toy box. “Then let me do what I want with your body.”

After swallowing dryly, Lizandra felt afraid to answer the last question. But because she was willing to do whatever it took for the one she loved, she said yes with a nod of her head.

“First, I want to make you understand something. As soon as I think you’re not enjoying yourself, I plan to stop. So, show me your smile every time I look into your eyes, no matter what. Do you understand?”

Lizandra’s breathing began to quicken, her heart racing like crazy at Rebeka’s commanding voice. Back on the bed, Rebeka grabbed Lizandra by the hair and squeezed her as hard as she could, intent on wiping away the smile on her face.

“That’s the way I like it,” Rebeka said, placing her opposite hand on Lizandra’s corresponding cheek.

  Gently and gently, Rebeka patted her friend’s cheek three times, still looking into her friend’s eyes.

   Lizandra maintained her smile, despite the pain of having her hair clutched on the bed.

   Sinking to her knees, the blonde felt the fourth slap get harder, the fifth even harder, and the sixth one almost wrenched her face off, if it weren’t for her hair being held back. Still, after feeling the itch on her skin, she didn’t stop smiling, which made Rebeka return her expression. 

After she stopped holding Lizandra’s hair, the brunette used her other hand to slap the other side of her friend’s face, so that both cheeks were red and hot.

  “A blue-eyed blonde, white-faced angel now has red cheeks... This is the aggressiveness I was talking about, but it’s not over yet. Lift up your breasts.”

The two girths sticking out of Lizandra’s chest seemed to be bouncing against the floor because of how agitated she was. But what Rebeka could see was that they were still white, which didn’t last for long after a few spanks.

After climbing onto the bed, Rebeka put her hand on her friend’s throat, squeezed hard enough to immobilize her, and laid her back on the sheets.

Lizandra didn’t know what was happening; she felt pain on both sides of her face, over her breasts, and now that she was being choked, but it wasn’t like she couldn’t take it anymore, so she continued to laugh, even more so when she saw Rebeka sit on top of her face. In the position she was in, with her throat being squeezed, Lizandra could see Rebeka grab a thick toy, which she took into her mouth to moisten it.

  “Think of this as a punishment you deserve,” Rebeka said between whispers. “That after you have done so much, you can go on living without being punished is not fair, isn’t it? After this, your sins will be washed away, your guilt will expire, and your guilty conscience will go away. You will not have to feel guilty after you have cleansed your faults, as you do now. I only tell you, if you make a mistake again and wish to behave like a bad girl, another punishment will be waiting for you.”

From one moment to the next, Lizandra felt a strong whip between her legs, but she could not scream because she was being strangled and was short of breath. Even so, she did not stop smiling. The pain, in a way, felt liberating; it released her from the guilt overflowing her chest, and it was exciting.

Rebeka threatened to use her hips to smother her friend. But she wouldn’t, because she was waiting for something else. When Lizandra could no longer maintain her smile because she felt herself choking, she opened her mouth to receive a breath of air and did so, only with Rebeka’s nature over her face.

 The brunette removed her hand from her friend’s neck and sat on her face when Lizandra couldn’t hold her breath. At the same time, Rebeka returned to whipping mercilessly between Lizandra’s legs. Without giving her much chance to recover her agitation, Rebeka stood up and looked her in the eyes. There she was, breathing agitated, with a smirk on her face and blonde skin that had flushed red.

“Perfect,” Rebeka said, as soon as she removed the tip of the toy she was holding in her mouth.

Lizandra was eager to know what was coming; she couldn’t hide it or stop twisting or contracting her feet, as if to relieve the itch from the spanking she had been given. The opposite end of the imitation male reproductive organ Rebeka held in her hand was cylindrical in shape, as if it were intended to function as a stopper, and ended up inside Lizandra’s mouth.

“Bite down really hard or push with your tongue; just don’t let it fall out.”

After giving her instructions, Rebeka bent over Lizandra’s face again, allowing her to drop her full weight and push the object deep inside her, and then touch the sphincter of her “teeny-weeny” to the blonde’s nose.

Lizandra could see something wonderful, since it was a silicone rod that imitated, in a realistic way, the shape of a penis, which she held with her mouth and went into her friend’s vaginal cavity until it was completely lost, to then appear before her eyes smeared with descending fluids. Despite not being able to breathe every time her friend lowered her hips, she didn’t look for a way to change position or accommodate herself because, in a way, she was in paradise. After all, it was the position she had hoped to do. 

  Rebeka reached out her hands, and as she moved her hips furiously, she grabbed Lizandra’s breasts, as long as she didn’t lose her balance, as well as crushing, rubbing, and spanking them from time to time. Between the thrusts of her hips against the blonde’s face, the brunette set about twisting the pink nipples with equal aggressiveness and stretching her flesh as much as she could, once she understood that she wasn’t going to lose her balance. She treated her friend’s skin as if it were made of rubber. On the other hand, Lizandra accepted the pain without raising her hands, and all she did was squeeze the sheets as much as she could.

Without ceasing to push her body against the dildo that was thrusting again and again and again, Rebeka leaned forward. Lizandra’s helpless flower lay there exposed, at the level of Rebeka’s mouth, who let a stream of drool spurt from her lips that slid down her tongue until it landed at the halfway point.

Lizandra couldn’t believe it; she hadn’t even been touched directly down there and was already on the verge of exploding from an orgasm, from the level of excitement, desire, and morbid expectation, but not as much as she had been expecting the orgasm. However, I did not want to appear weak in the face of what was technically a punishment. She didn’t want to expose that she was enjoying the whole masochistic situation. It wasn’t like she could talk either; her mouth was covered in Rebeka’s fluids, and if she stopped using her tongue to thrust and her teeth to bite, the piece of plastic would recoil, making her want to vomit.

Lizandra felt her friend poking between her legs with her fingers; she seemed to be spreading her labia as wide as she could, just to expose the butterfly cocoon about to emerge.

Rebeka stopped moving and leaned forward even more, visualizing her target, closing her eyes, and opening her mouth. She was determined, even though she was disgusted at first, to do so, but already, with the situation so heated, the blonde deserved a reward. After seeing it as a reward to give for having resisted, it made her think of the situation of sucking between another woman’s legs as something less unpleasant.

Lizandra wanted to refuse; she didn’t want what was about to happen, but she couldn’t say anything. Even though, with her hands, she tried to stop her friend’s head, suddenly, she felt what felt like the warmth of an open mouth resting on her vulva and proceeded to suck; at the same time, the tongue began to move.

Without even having to finish breathing, Rebeka could feel Lizandra’s whole body begin to shiver, as if she was freezing to death. With spasm after spasm, the blonde seemed to lose control of her body.

It was an orgasm as strong as any other, but that wasn’t all. Rebeka rose up on the bed and, as quickly as she could, pulled the dildo out of her friend’s mouth, then said quietly and in her ear:

“No, not yet, Lizandra. This is not over yet, not until the bottom of your loins is well stuffed. Yes, this piece of plastic, all smeared with me, is going to enter you. Spread your legs wide.”

 Just to find the willpower to follow the orders of the brunette, who was looking into her eyes, Lizandra grabbed her breasts so hard that it seemed she was going to burst them. Keeping her smile, she spread her legs.

In one even motion, Rebeka inserted the dildo all at once all the way into her friend, who was still feeling the spasms of the first orgasm, only to go on to experience a totally different one, which merged with the first.

The intermittent contractions inside Lizandra’s vaginal walls were of such magnitude that the inserted dildo seemed to move up and down of its own volition, despite having been left there by Rebeka. But no matter how much it moved, the heavy plastic did not want to come out, as if it was being ferociously bitten by a toothless mouth.

Lizandra’s mind was being invaded by intense pleasure, without thoughts, problems, or worries. The world seemed to move along with the rhythmic contractions of her love organ, which was giving her the most blissful, satisfying, and pleasurable sensation she had ever felt. If the release from taking the consequences of her actions, being punished, and seeking forgiveness in pain felt similar, it was not wrong.

 From Rebeka’s point of view, Lizandra had blacked out for a few seconds, and it was when she came back to the present that she was able to speak to him.

“Who needs men?” said Rebeka wryly. “The orgasm you feel when you stimulate the clitoris and the vagina at the same time—there is no comparison. If you train Miguel, you are going to be able to experience this sensation as many times as you want.”

After breathing shakily, Lizandra took her time to recover from the sensation of not feeling her legs. She also appreciated how the object she had well buried in her vagina slipped out without her doing anything to pull it out. Still grinning from ear to ear, the blonde pushed her hair out of the way and couldn’t believe such a state of pleasure was possible, prompting her to ask:

“Do you experience this every day with Omar?”

“Well, the strongest sensation always happens the first time. Now my orgasms have more or less the same intensity; it depends on how long I hold back to have them. The pain sometimes works to make the skin more sensitive and delay climaxing, just as it does for Omar. With his consent, every time we have sex outside of work and I see him about to come, I slap him, as well as he slaps me.”

For some reason, Rebeka imagined Lizandra slapping Miguel for no reason or motive, leading her to warn that she didn’t want it to happen. 

 “Whew, unbelievable. Besides the slapping, what do you recommend?”

“The missionary,” Rebeka replied, proud to be tutoring someone who paid so much attention to her. “You with your legs wide open, him in the middle giving it to you, while you touch your clit as much as you can. Timing is crucial, but once you know yourself, you’ll know how to get there. If your hand gets tired, use a vibrator.”

“But I don’t know if I can come,” claimed Lizandra. “After all, it’s the first time I’ve come like this, and it was with you.”

“I could come thinking about Omar,” said Rebeka. “You can think of me every time you want to come.”

After settling on the bed, the brunette took her phone and, after unlocking the screen, put the camera in self-portrait mode.

 “Come, let’s make out for my client,” Rebeka mentioned. “Don’t worry, I’ll find a way in which your face won’t be recognized.”

“Pass the originals! I want to have them as a souvenir!” requested Lizandra after settling down on the bed next to her friend.

Once the two were able to look into each other’s eyes, after hesitating a few times, they set about the task of kissing. The art of kissing doesn’t necessarily have to be incomplete; after all, regardless of gender, a kiss comes with a tongue, something they end up intertwining. The kiss also had to be sensual and sexy to make sure the customers didn’t get bored, found the feeling, and wanted to keep buying.

Several hours passed until the boys arrived, and of course, as soon as Omar and Miguel climbed the stairs, they were met with a tender scene. Two girls, a little more than friends, cuddled together on the bed, with everything they had worn still lying around, with no worries about tomorrow or what would happen. They had nothing to hide or be ashamed of.

“We brought food,” said Omar, as soon as Rebeka woke up.

Miguel, on the other hand, was climbing the walls.

After scratching her eyes, Lizandra yawned and rolled over in bed, intending to go to the bathroom.

“Aren’t you going to ask what happened to make your girlfriend look that red?” Rebeka asked, as if she realized that maybe she had overdone it.

 “Don’t worry about it; I told her we could watch it later in the evening,” said Omar, pointing to one of the cameras on the desk.

“Ohhh, a spy camera. How exciting,” added Rebeka.

“I want the unedited recording. Did you hear me?” shouted Lizandra, which made everyone burst out laughing.