Kuni for the Lonely Stepmother 2

About half a year had passed since our meeting—my stepmother Elizaveta Vladimirovna and I, Anya, her husband's daughter—as we had agreed, we didn't speak of, didn't remind each other of that secret, beautiful, accidental intimate encounter... As if we had forgotten, but... mentally I sometimes returned to it and thought:

—I know for sure and saw that she was satisfied, and could it really be that no thoughts of continuing it ever arise... Or is she simply ashamed and uncomfortable—that's just respect for her... But for sure, our relationship became closer and more trusting, even Dad joyfully told me about it... Oh, if only he knew or suspected what happened between us—what a

scandal there would be..

And probably, I would be, and no matter what, I would want to repeat it, and her Pussy is beautiful, just as serious and sweet as its owner, even in its own way I'm in love with it... How I adore Cunnilingus for myself, I would do it for her again with the same love..

. Time passed and somehow calming down and already forgetting about what happened, and suddenly these warm memories were interrupted by an unusual call from my Stepmother:

—Anya, good day!

—Good day, Elizaveta Vladimirovna, good day!—I answered her, I—nice to hear from you or has something happened? Something with Dad?!

— —Anechka, how many times have I asked lately—she answered joyfully—Anya, call me by my name, Liza, we are—and she already whispered—we are so close to each other and it's not just because of your Dad... Come visit, on Saturday I'll buy a cake, wine...—and she finished, barely articulating—we'll talk, in our own way, woman to woman..

—Okay—I said happily and smiled—I'm very pleased!

. Surprisingly, I myself was waiting for this day and thought about it more often than I should have.. On Saturday, I flew to her happy, in a wonderful mood, in my light short dress, with a see-through chest without a bra and the sexy outlines of my panties..

. We, as if nothing had happened, set the table together, talked about this and that. About Dad and life in general, and drank a little, saying some toasts, but... we perfectly understood what should be ahead, what should happen, and couldn't bring ourselves to talk about the main thing, to suggest.. We drank another round and she, as if by accident, kissed me on the cheek, which then burned with desire..

—Anya, Anechka—suddenly she decided and, lowering her eyes, uttered—Anya, I can't do anything with myself and constantly remember our meeting..

—I, too, L i z a v e t a—suddenly I interrupted her, and she, after these words, seemed to come alive, hugging me:

—Anya, I really want.. Anya, of course I want and dream of what you did to me but... I want to do the same for you, but... I don't know how and it's the first time, but... I want.. I really want.. For us to be close, both!!!—and she pressed me to herself with such force, with such warmth and tenderness, that I myself, also embracing her in my arms, pressed my lips to hers.. And our lips merged, and our tongues played with each other so much that the passion hidden in our thoughts flared up with new strength.

. Without breaking apart, we moved to the huge bed in the bedroom and, kissing each other, helped remove the remaining clothes and, already naked, caressed and licked each other unconsciously.

—Anya, you lick, can I try myself—she suddenly whispered, and I sprawled on my back before her with my legs spread wide, relaxed in anticipation.

Elizaveta, without hurrying, kissed my breasts one by one, sucking on the nipples and lightly biting them, and descended with her tongue to my tummy, licked it all, every centimeter, and as if in no rush and without the huge desire and arousal, rose again to the breasts and once more began to lick them, kneading them with her hands.. Her tongue played with its tip all over my body, and this alone was driving me crazy

—Liza, you're super, Liza—how good—I suddenly uttered—Liza...

And she was already descending to the pubic area and with her tongue teased every hair on it, while her hands continued to squeeze my breasts, both breasts, and massage them, teasing the nipples with her fingers..

—Anechka, I love you—she suddenly uttered—my sweet little girl

I took her head in my hands from above and, stroking, pressed down, as if showing that it was time to go lower, and she, immediately understanding my hint, moved her tender tongue lower to the clitoris.. Liza spread the labia apart with her fingers and licked the entire path down and up several times while playing with the clitoris with her finger, pressing and teasing it with her fingers.. It swelled, straightened, and showed it was time to suck on it, and possibly harder, which she did with joy, and at that moment I cried out and came, feeling my juices flow over her lips, which did not part from my slit

—Liza—barely speaking and breathing heavily, I moaned—Liza, please don't stop, I'm about to fly. . Ple ase con tinu uue

I barely squeezed out, came again, and my favorite pleasure to the point of dizziness, but... I knew there was still more ahead for me..

Liza, as if a true pro, continued without stopping for a second to lick, lick the labia and the path along, periodically sucking on the clitoris, inserted one and then immediately a second finger inside and, pressing the clitoris from inside, sucking on it even more and deeply playing with her fingers there.. She was about to insert a third finger and then I said:

—Liz, only two for me—and with all my strength, squeezing her head with my knees, pressing from above with my hands, first moaning, then howled like a wounded animal and, crying out, came for another time, prolonged, and in a state as if I was about to lose consciousness—this insane pleasure, which I adore, wait for, and always dream of, as a big fan of oral pleasure

—Thank you, Elizaveta, you are so good—I barely squeezed out, still holding her head between my legs—like my desire.. You're super!—and spreading my legs, freed her.

She moved closer to me, lying motionless and not stirring, and still breathing heavily, frequently, whispered in my ear, kissing it:

—I am very glad, Anya.. This is so pleasant for me—and suddenly confessed—it's you, my girl, who led me to this and made me understand and feel what a little happiness this is.. You, as if, opened my eyes.. I love you for this!!!—and gently pressed her lips to mine, and then lay down next to me herself...

Having recovered a little from this little happiness and still basking in this pleasure, I turned my head to her and announced:

—I want more wine and—smiled and right next to her ear continued—now it's my turn to please you.. My student and.. Just like she did me—laughing with kind and desired intentions, I got up and poured two glasses... We drank, then as a sign of friendship once more, and I said:

—Liza, let's try when you sit on my face—it's wonderfully good, at least when I enjoy it sitting on top—and winked at her.. She smiled, hugged me, answering:

—My girl, I am all yours.. You are my miracle!!!

And we moved back to the bedroom. I lay on my back, and my Stepmother carefully, without putting her full weight on me, first got on all fours above me, then slowly began to lower her bottom until her pussy touched my lips. From below, I wrapped my arms around her bottom and, stroking it, pulled her towards me until my tongue was caressing her perineum as deeply as possible.. She wiggled her butt, helping me, while I licked her lips and clitoris in turn with her movements. She braced her hands in front of my head, so her large breasts hung down and sometimes touched my forehead, eyes with her nipples.. I took them in my hands and, teasing them, got even more turned on myself. Liza was shaking all over and she breathed heavier and heavier with each time... Moaning and sighing deeply, she howled and so prolonged, pleasantly moaning, cried out, then immediately tried to cover her mouth with her hand, but.. Couldn't stay silent, not quietly utter:

—Any aaa—God, oh, God, Anechka, I'm going crazy.. Dear God, help me.. Ooooh.. Anechka... God, I'm all.. Allllll ooooh—and with all her strength first sat on my face and then, coming even stronger once more, cried out and fell, like a wounded animal, next to me, breathing heavily, so much so as if her heart was about to jump out.. Unable to move or say anything, gathering all her strength, she turned to me and barely uttered:

—Anya, I am so, happy, I feel so good.. Thank you, my girl, already like family.. I love you!—and gathering her last strength, kissed the side of my cheek and fell back, unable to even move.

So we lay for another half hour in silence, recovering from the pleasure and this little happiness of enjoyment, then got up, got dressed, and after a final drink, Elizaveta, now calmly, openly looking into my eyes, said:

—I don't know how we will live further, what will happen with you, you are young, beautiful, and your whole life is ahead, what will happen with me given that I love your Dad very much and now, in my own way, you—this is honest.. I want to ask you one thing, I am in no way pressuring, but.. Suddenly, maybe half a year, maybe a year will pass, and I will want this repetition, don't refuse your loving you, your already in some way close and family.. Your Stepmother?! I will only be happy and I know for sure, we will always understand each other and I am for you! I am Yours!!!

And hugging, kissing each other repeatedly, no matter how much she asked me to stay and spend the night at her place, we said goodbye and I left, more out of habit, so as not to spend the night away from my own bed.