Marie claire

Mary and Claire? Part one (Applause from the left) By LRDX It was a Friday afternoon. Marie, one of the beautiful ninth graders, was in the home office, sitting at her desk, in front of the colorful laptop screen. Behind her, without the teenager even noticing, was Sister Perpetua, the lewd nun in charge of the Lesbitche female republic, standing under the doorway, with that face of someone who doesn't believe what she's seeing. On the widescreen of the laptop, the mulatto was watching a lesbian incest video <unk> on the Internet in which a mother seduced her teenage daughter and played an engaging game of sexual submission <unk>, where the latter commanded and the former obeyed. "I wish I could relate to mine like that", said Marie, babbling nervously, which was no small thing, for a convulsive shiver ran through the warmth of her bowels. Looking sideways to see if she wasn't noticed, the mulatto was lifting her round miniskirt <unk> down to about four fingers above her knees <unk>, then trying to open her sharp legs too wide. Then, in an insane voluptuousness, Marie slipped one of her hands into the pink lace panties she was wearing and, after closing her big green eyes, began to finger, with rhythmic movements, the tender, soft and flaccid but elastic flesh of her warm, throbbing vulva. "What could have happened?" asked Marie, somewhat intrigued by Claire's stranger, her best friend. "The strawberry said she'd be right back"... thought the mulatto to herself. Marie's other hand, meanwhile, strolled freely down her curvy torso of lines, going up and down between the waist and the neck, stopping most, of course, at the handsome pair of small stout breasts, whose nipples, absurdly stuffy and hard made of stone, protruded to the point of almost piercing the thin just fabric of the sleeveless button-shirt in which the mulatto was dressed. What ? Suddenly, however, Marie, who had just begun that impudent act, was awakened by the sound of someone's footsteps, which resounded on the laminated floorboard. "Until at last, heim?" thought the mulatto, without abandoning her morning siren. It was precisely Claire, another teenager, also fifteen years old, red-haired, who was finally returning to the living room of the aforementioned Lesbitche women's republic, where she and Marie lived, together with thirty-two other teenagers - all blondes and aged between twelve and seventeen - under the watchful eye and legal guardianship of a nun, Sister Perpetua, since the fifth grade, when the mixed boarding school Shupaxota was opened on the outskirts of Brasilia in mid-February 2008. Okay, cocoa, I think we can con... What are you doing, girl? Something told Marie that the time had come to gratify her desire, and she, living up to the indecency she had inherited from her mother, did not hesitate to seize the opportunity. <unk> It's just that today I woke up... aaahn!... feeling a damned fire... GLUB!... right here in my <unk>kikita<unk>... <unk> answered, in a broken way, the one with the flat skin, among the thousand and one delights that her sharp long fingers provided her. <unk> I doubt that there is... hu<unk>hummm... someone capable of... turning it off... <unk> completed stuttering the seductress Marie, before making a quick turn of one hundred and eighty degrees along with the upholstered chair, which left her now with her back to the laptop. Seeing and hearing the absurd size, Claire, who had also been nurturing a secret attraction for her best friend, the beautiful Cacao of medium black hair <unk> layered in layers, keeping the base straight and square -, frowned her beautiful blue eyes, to inquire, puzzled: Can I try?! "I think you can!" answered Marie, passing her wet tongue over her fleshy lips. For a few seconds the two of them were immersed in a stupor, until Strawberry, as Claire was also known, could no longer contain the burning flame of that mutual desire, threw herself at Cocoa, who, in turn, jumped up from the stewed chair and ran lightly towards the redhead. Once united in front of the sink, Marie and Claire did not hesitate to glue their wet mouths together in a sultry kiss, during which they breathed eagerly, with the practical aid of each other's trembling hands, each other's school clothes. "That's it, kitten!" thought Cocoa, as her tongue tangled with that of a strawberry. "Free that lesbian living inside of you!" In an instant the two teenagers were completely naked on one of the sofas, the three-seater, with each member of their beautiful bodies together; their kisses were now more intense and so were their caresses, making it impossible to know <unk> not even the author of this tale, who has absolute control over the actions and reactions of his characters <unk> would be able to narrate what was going through their minds in that sublime and pure ecstasy moment. What ? Everything evolved rapidly, as if they had been lovers since their earliest years. From her mouth, Marie moved forward deliriously <unk> NHAC! <unk> flapping Claire's neck, which twisted and groaned <unk> AAAHN! <unk>, as if plunged into a deep sexual trance. Then, with the same immeasurable gluttony, Cocoa began to suck on her small, equally firm strawberry breasts, alternating between one and the other, dwelling more, of course, on her beautiful nipples with large pink halos, which besides being even more smoky than those of the mulata, gave Marie the distinct impression that they were going to burst so hard. <unk> Marie, rejoice <unk> Claire, raising your chest: I'm in the clouds! In the clouds I am, my sweet strawberry. After satisfying his hunger <unk> that was not small! <unk> for targeted breasts countless times, Cacau abandoned that beautiful and drooling pair of nipples in laughter <unk> leaving them at the mercy of Claire's colossal tongue <unk> and went down with his skillful mouth through Morango's smooth belly, alternating between kisses and licks around the navel, until he finally reached Claire's old virgin, who in the meantime had opened her sharp legs too much <unk> resting one foot on the edge of the center table and hanging the other behind the sofa <unk>, which revealed, amid a delicate red plumage, her lips, as rosy as large nipples, pulsating. "Argh, Pooh!" said the privileged Marie, spitting a thick drool over the equally tender flesh of that immaculate cherry, before burning it all with her long, absurdly thick tongue. Morango, the no less privileged, already in the first tongues, exploded in joy. Cacao, the impetuous, however, seeming not to give the slightest for the early orgasm of Claire <unk> whose slender body trembled convulsively <unk>, did not cease to lick. A deaf cry then departed from the ecstatic Morango, who threw desperately the wide hip forward <unk> while strongly nibbling both nipples <unk>, seeking thus to get more contact with the equally colossal tongue of Marie. What ? Suddenly, however, the mulatto, interrupting momentarily the movements she was making with her tongue, took the redhead by the hand and hurried her from the sofa to the center table. Once on the rectangular furniture and padded surface, Morango and Cacao fell, sullen, in each other's arms, respectively, targets and equals, and, after a long kiss, almost as intense as the first, which had been given still in the home office, they were in position to enjoy a 69 (half-nine), in which they could give and at the same time receive pleasure. ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ ♪ Aahhnng ♪ ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ Aahhnng... ♪ I'm going to go to the bathroom. And so it was that within a few minutes both Marie and Claire exploded into a delicious orgasm. Cacao, the experienced one, who was below, was contemplated with <unk> imagine! <unk> a dense and rare female ejaculation, whose warm, milky liquid ended up licking her whole oval-shaped face of delicate features. <unk> A waterfall from here it seems to me<unk>, thought the mulatto to herself. Morango, the sailor of the first voyage, in turn, drank to the sorrows the spicy and at the same time sweet food that poured in abundance from the xana<unk> we all know <unk> warm and throbbing from Marie. <unk> A volcano in eruption it seems to me<unk>, thought the redhead herself. What ? Then they took a short break in order to recover their strength, because they were more than exhausted from so much pleasure. At the end of this brief period <unk> during which they spoke only and exclusively about a fact that occurred on the morning of that same Friday, December 21, 2012 <unk> Morango and Cacau glued the old molasses from their ejaculating sketches and, still on the center table, began to rub them on each other, each at their own pace, as if they had done nothing until then. "Go, go, go, go!" said Marie with a shriek. "Go, go, go, go, go!" <unk> Comes... aahhnng!... delight! <unk> Gemma Claire, breathe. <unk>... aahhnng!... brush! <unk> What is this? <unk> What is this? Little did the mulatto and the redhead know, however, that Sister Perpetua, the licentious nun in charge of the Lesbitche women's republic, had been all along on the terrace, hidden behind swinging curtains, witnessing with delighted eyes what was going on in the living room between them. <unk> Oohhnng... that, Strawberry, you whore, not for... uuhhnng... Aahhnng... keep it up like that... mmmm... sweet cocoa... aahhnng... At this the onlooker could stand it no longer: she backed back a few paces, just enough to lean against the parapet <unk> that reached her shoulders <unk>, then slid her back down. Once seated on the floor of a frigid porcelain <unk> with her thick legs wide open and bent at a ninety-degree angle <unk> the devious nun lifted her habit in excess, slipped one of her hands into her undergarments and began to play a frenzied siren, enraptured by the moans emitted by her beloved pupils. <unk> Aaahn... it seems that I will... aaahn... Let's go together But just as the teenagers Marie and Claire were about to explode into another delicious orgasm - which would be the third of the last and the second of the first - they had the misfortune of being caught off guard by the reverend madre superior, no less lecherous Jocasta, who passed that sermon on to them both before subjecting them to her voracious appetite.