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“Victoria?”
The lights were off when I got back
to the house—very unusual, because my strict landlady Victoria was pretty much
always around. She’d converted the extra
bedroom into an office years before I came out here for school, and that’s
where she worked as some sort of typist.
I never asked for details about what she did for a living. I didn’t really care.
I know that sounds mean, but
Victoria was hard to sympathize with. At
times, she was unbearably controlling.
She demanded I come home promptly after class, and I always resented the
way she’d stand in the living room with one eye on her watch, asking, “What
time do you call this, Summer?”
Victoria was an old friend of my
mom’s, but the longer I stayed with her the more she acted like she owned me,
like I was a little kid in need of protection.
Who did she think she was, bossing me around in that passive-aggressive
way of hers?
“Victoria? Are you up here?” I climbed the stairs, turning on every light
as I went.
As much as I complained about
Victoria breathing down my neck every hour of the day, I hated being alone in
the house. It gave me the creeps. If I could afford it, I’d get a nice little
apartment of my own, but that would mean finding a job. After getting fired from my last two restaurant
gigs I couldn’t get a reference to save my life.
Anyway, until I finished university
it was better to focus my time on writing papers and studying for exams. That’s a big part of the reason I transferred
schools and came out here to live. Back
home I got way too distracted by hot friends and good times.
In fact, the thing I missed most
about my freedom was all the meaningless sex.
Under Victoria’s roof, I couldn’t get away with shit. School and home, bedroom door open at all times. She even had the parental block set on the TV
so I couldn’t watch anything with “mature themes.”
My poor pussy was craving attention,
and the most I could give it was a little stroke in the shower. Even then, Victoria timed me as if I was
wasting water. After five minutes, she’d
be knocking on the door, hollering, “What are you doing in there?”
I stood at the top of the stairs,
gazing into open, empty rooms.
“Victoria?”
No response.
That settled it—she wasn’t
home! No way I was going to miss this
opportunity to do something naughty.
Racing into my bedroom, I shut the door and pulled my laptop out of my
bag.
My heart thundered in my ears while
a thick heat pulsed low in my belly, spreading all the way down my thighs. I couldn’t wait.
“Gimme the good stuff,” I said as I
clicked on my favourite porn site. It
had a feature where you could search out what you liked best.
I typed in lesbian orgasms.
There was nothing I loved better
than watching real girls come, and I looked through the thumbnails for one where
the women weren’t bleach blondes. Girls
with tattoos got me off almost immediately, so when I found a porn clip
starring one inky vixen with hot pink streaks in her hair and one innocent
looking redhead, I was all over it.
When the video began, the tattooed
girl was already sucking the redhead’s tits, thank god. I hated when lesbian clips started with ten
minutes of kissing. Sure kissing was
hot, but when I watched porn I wanted it to be on fire.
This clip definitely fit the
bill. After fifteen seconds of ogling
that leather-clad punk as she suckled the pallid redhead, my panties were
soaked through. I reached under the
elastic waist of my Uni track pants and cupped my mound over my juicy,
soaked underwear.
Victoria had disposed of all my sexy
thongs the first time she did laundry, replacing them with white cotton
undies. Totally not sexy, but I never
did like going commando so I just grew extra cautious about letting people get
an impromptu look at my panties.
“Fuck yeah!”
The chick with the ink planted rough
kisses and love bites down the redhead’s paper-white belly. God, they were hot together. I hadn’t eaten pussy in months, and I missed
it so bad I could almost taste that heavy, musky aroma at the back of my
throat.
“Yeah, lick her hard,” I told the
girl onscreen. “Suck her clit, you
fucking slut.”
I didn’t mind calling instructions
out to my computer. Didn’t make me feel
crazy or anything. I figured, hell, if I
had the house to myself for once I should take full advantage and make a little
noise. When Victoria was home, I always
had to be quiet as a church mouse and it was driving me nuts.
When the tattooed girl lunged
against the redhead’s bush, a growl rumbled deep inside of me. I wasn’t sure who I should be more jealous of:
the one doing the licking or the one getting licked. Fuck, I loved the look of that bright red
pussy hair. So many girls in porn were
shaved—hell, so was I—but it really turned me on to see a full cloud of pubic
hair between a woman’s thighs.
The tattooed girl seemed to like it,
too. She ate that redhead’s pussy wildly
and without remorse, like a wolf tearing into a bunny rabbit. The redhead reacted in a big way, shrieking
and whimpering, her voice mellifluous even when she grunted and groaned.
I pushed my bottoms to the floor and
spread my legs for the girls onscreen.
Parting my smooth lips, I traced my middle finger round and round my
sensitive clit, pretending they could see me.
“You like my pretty pussy,
huh?” I smacked it for them, jumping in
my chair as the slap to my clit rang through my body. “Look how much you turn me on, you little
sluts. I’m all fucking wet for you.”
Stroking my clit with one hand, I
pulled up my t-shirt with the other. It
was tight enough to stay there, hiked above my breasts as I tugged my tits out
of my bra. When I pinched my nipples, a
surge of electricity zapped down to my clit.
If only I could do what the redhead onscreen was doing, bringing her
breasts up to her mouth and sucking them, but my boobs were nowhere near as big
as hers.
“God, I love your tits,” I told her,
pretending she’d heard me and that smile on her plump pink lips was
acknowledgement.
The girl between her legs ate her
hard, ravaging her clit. She hugged her
tits and shrieked. Planting her feet
against the mattress, she bucked up against the tattoo girl’s wet face. Watching her lips contort with blissful agony
set my belly ablaze, and I scoured my clit so hard and so fast I came when she
did—and I came hard!
But once was never enough when I was
getting myself off. I cupped my mound,
squeezing it in my hot hand, feeling my slick inner lips pound and pulse
against the outer ones.
When the porn clip finished, I
reached for the touch pad on my laptop.
My goal was to get the cursor to a thumbnail of a naked blonde and an
Asian woman with giant boobs, but my fingers were wet and my aim was off. I ended up clicking another video instead.
My belly flip-flopped when the clip
started. It was another lesbian scene,
but I’d never come across anything like it before. There was a woman in her forties, I guess,
wearing a prim dress unbuttoned at the front so her big naked breasts were
fully exposed. In her arms, she cradled
a girl who was probably about my age.
Like a baby. So much like at baby
that the girl was wearing a diaper!
“What the fuck is this?”
I’d seen some kinky-ass porn in my
day, but nothing had ever made my heart clench and my stomach wrench like this
did. It seemed really wrong, and I urged
my hand to click another thumbnail, but my fingers would not obey.
When the younger woman took the
older one’s nipple in her mouth, my pussy gushed with juice. There was something mesmerizing about the way
she sucked that woman’s tit, like she derived more than just sexual pleasure from it. And the woman in the dress—wow! The look on her face was so serene, so
loving, that my heart warmed as I watched them together.
“Fuck, I can’t be turned on by
this.” I spoke more to myself than the
computer this time. “This is some crazy
shit.”
Even so, my fingers parted my smooth
wet pussy lips, tracing up and down my slit and bursting inside while my thumb
found my clit. My whole body
surged. Sure I’d just come, but that
wave of orgasm was still close at hand.
Stroking my clit in tight circles, I thrust my fingers languorously in
and out of my pussy, savouring the wet squelching sound they made in
there. It wouldn’t be long until I was
riding that wave of climax again.
I watched the scene on my computer
more intensely than I’d ever watched any other porn clip. Mainly, I think I wanted to understand why I
found it so arousing. And at the same
time, of course, I didn’t want to know at all.
I just kept fucking myself and toying with my clit as the maternal older
woman stroked the younger girl’s fine blonde hair, rubbed her back, and
caressed her thigh.
It all looked so intimate and
serenely sensual that I wanted the same thing, though I didn’t know why. I loved the way the younger girl’s smallish
breasts pressed against the older woman’s bare belly, just above where her
dress was still buttoned up.
“Suck my tits, baby.” I pinched them one by one, imagining those
pretty pink lips against my nipple, that velvet-soft tongue licking it,
bringing it into her warm, wet mouth.
A surge of energy pulsed through my
clit, and my pussy muscles tightened around my fingers. I was going to come watching this crazy
fetish porn. I was going to come
watching that pretty young woman suck those big, beautiful tits. This was unbelievable.
“Summer!”
Every muscle in my body
clenched. My heart seemed to stop
beating, and still I struggled to extract my fingers from my pussy and turn off
the porn.
Too late anyway. I’d been caught red-handed. I’d gotten so involved that I didn’t even
hear the door open.
“What do you think you’re doing,
young lady?” Victoria hovered just
inside my room, hands on hips. She
hadn’t even taken off her leather boots.
I quickly pulled my t-shirt down to
cover my boobs, though my bra was still lodged beneath them. My face felt burning hot. It must have been red as a beet! Still, I couldn’t let her know how
embarrassed I felt.
“What does it look like I’m
doing?” I scrambled into my track
pants. “I’m trying to get off—and you’re
no help, standing there like the wicked witch of the west.”
Was that the bad one? I couldn’t remember.
“I have absolutely no intention of
helping you in that twisted endeavour.”
Victoria’s gaze kept darting to the computer screen, where the younger
woman continued to suckle to older one.
“Besides,” I said. “My door was closed. Don’t I deserve a bit of privacy in my own
damn bedroom?”
Finally, she let out an exaggerated hmph sound and pushed my wheeled study
chair clear across the room. By the time
I’d turned myself around, she’d closed my laptop and was trudging out of my
room with it.
Now my blood was really
boiling. That laptop was my private
property! “Where the fuck do you think
you’re going with that?”
Victoria gasped, spinning on her
heels. Her face was like marble, hard
and white and frightening. “Mind your
language, Summer. This is still my
house, after all.”
“Yeah, no shit!” I couldn’t control my anger. The power she wielded like a weapon just made
me so damn mad. “You remind me every
day: ‘My roof, my rules. Your mother
sent you here for a reason.’ I’m so sick
of you.” Grabbing hold of my computer, I
yanked it from her hands. “I take all my
class notes on this laptop, and I do all my reading on it too. It’s not a toy, and even if it was, it’s mine, you ugly bitch.”
Everything seemed to happen in slow
motion after that. I held my laptop so
close to my chest I could feel its warmth against my pointed nipples. My breath was coming so fast after all that
screaming I worried I might hyperventilate, but I worried even more that Victoria
would hit me with something.
It wasn’t right of me to call her an
ugly bitch. I knew that. And it wasn’t even true. She was the kind of woman whose skin didn’t
know her age, except for the laugh line to one side of her mouth and the
crinkles she got around her eyes every time she smiled. But she sure wasn’t smiling now, or
laughing. I’d never seen her looking so…
hurt.
“Wait,” I said as she walked to her
bedroom across the hall from mine.
She looked at me, seeming small,
gaunt, powerless. She didn’t say a word.
“I’m sorry, Victoria.”
But it was too late. She’d already closed her door.
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