The Adventures of Marina Baker

The Adventures of Marina Baker

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Marina Baker, Miss March 1987, decides to come to the States


Marina Baker, Miss March 1987, decides to come to the States

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Adventures of Marina Baker

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Marina Baker, Miss March 1987, decides to come to the States

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Submitted: April 19, 2013

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 19, 2013



Marina Baker paced the floor of her flat; her bare feet padding along on the wooden floor echoing in the emptiness of the room; she had made sure her flatmates would be away for a few days as she did this…’thing.’ What could she call it? A performance? An audition? She’d never behaved this way before and she almost dreaded going through with her plan now.

She turned on the wireless, just for the company really, and she cocked her head to the squawking sounds of Maggie Thatcher and Ken Livingston screaming at each other. She listened for a moment then turned the knob to silence them. It be nice if Maggie had a knob like this too, she thought to herself. She would love to meet the old bitch one day and give her a proper dressing down.

She looked again at the parcel on the table. She admired the photographs of herself and she still smiled at the thrill she felt the first time she appeared as a Page Three girl. She picked up the glossy prints she had made especially for this project and studied her buxom hourglass figure. Who could resist these lovely 34EE breasts she wondered. What would that millionaire in Los Angeles think?

She said the phrase ‘Los Angeles’ as if she were singing a song or casting a spell; after all she was a witch. “Los Angeles,” she repeated again; it certainly sounded magical enough, but so did ‘East Anglia’ so there you go. She certainly didn’t expect to see caravans in the magical town of “Lossssss Annngellllessss,” she said it again drawing it out and tasting each delicious sound in her mouth.

She looked down at the address for the parcel again and read off another phrase, “Playboy Mansion.” She said the whole phrase now, “Care of the Playboy Mansion.” Was this the right way to address a parcel, such an important parcel, to the mysterious publisher? She looked at his photograph again and paid special attention to the pipe in his mouth.

“Playboy Mansion,” she sang out, casting her spell. She gathered the photos of herself and slid them into an envelope then lovingly placed them in the box.

She picked up the cassette recorder and stared at the buttons. Could she do this? She smiled and caressed the switches and knobs. It must be done. The cellophane around the cassette rustled in a horribly ugly cacophony filling the empty flat with noise as she unpeeled the packaging. She kissed the plastic casing for luck then pressed a button, giving a little yelp of surprise as the door of the carriage popped up suddenly. With a graceful gesture she pushed the tape in and pressed the door closed. “Here we go,” she sighed, picking up the microphone……

…..I step out of the bathroom, my skin tingling, my body pink and glowing from the shower. Oh, this is so…I don’t know…Wait, let me start again…Here, Hello, my love,  this is Marina Baker, I’m speaking to you from my flat in London. Can you see it in the pictures? I hope you are looking at the photos as I talk to you…I want to talk to you…Imagine I’m there with you, my warm plush body next to yours…Oh my, do I sound a fool?  Here, I’ll start again… I step out of the bathroom, my skin tingling, my body pink and glowing from the shower.  I walk the few steps to my bedroom. The large, fluffy towel falls away and for a moment I stand there, naked, surveying myself in the full length mirror on the wall. I sit on the edge of the bed and reach for the jar of skin crème. Applying a generous amount to my hands I start to rub it in.

I start with my arms. My hands glide over the soft skin. An occasional fleeting contact with my naked breasts sends tiny electric shocks through me.

Next my legs. My hands slide easily up my slender calves and over my rounded and shapely thighs. They travel up to my midsection, flat and well toned. A warm glow surrounds me as my hands absently trace their way under the curves of my breasts.

Do I stop or do I continue? I hesitate only a moment before applying more crème to my hands.

A soft moan escapes me as I cup my breasts in my hands and begin to caress them. My nipples stiffen as my hands slide over them.

I lie back on the bed and close my eyes. I murmur my contentment as my hands squeeze and massage my breasts. I gently pinch my nipples and then my hands glide over the soft skin again.

My pussy responds in kind. I can feel it begin to pulse. I feel so sexy. My breasts, firm and yet so soft, feel so good under my hands as I press them together, savouring the sensations arising from my attentions.

Tentatively, one hand brushes against my neatly trimmed bush. I open my legs. I finger slides between my lips, tracing the warm, wet folds of my mound, coating it with my love juice.

Unconsciously I lift my fingers to my mouth, tasting the juices that are flowing freely from my cunt. The flavour intoxicates me, my imagination begins to take over.

My fingers return to my pussy, teasing my clit, sliding between my silken lip. Slowly I slide one, then two fingers into me. I thrust them in and out, gently twisting them in and out. Waves of pleasure spread out from my pussy to consume me as I slowly finger fuck myself.

Reluctantly I slip them out and lightly stroke my clit. In my mind's eye it's no longer my finger but a warm, wet tongue that is pleasuring me. Not my boyfriend's tongue, not even another man's tongue but a woman's. Wait should I say this? This is too much! I’ve never even been with a …Shit! I shouldn’t say that should I? Are there virgin playmate? Damn… How do I rewind this bloody machine! [There is a sound of fumbling, a long pause, then the voice continues] Hell, just press on. Err…where was I? I feel so flush really… Oh yes, a woman’s touch. Here let me put my hand….Ah, yes, this is nice. Here we go. Not my boyfriend's tongue, not even another man's tongue but a woman's.  The excitement inside me builds as I imagine my boyfriend catching me there, catching me with another woman between my legs, watching as her soft tongue gently laps my juices from my pussy.

The excitement mounts, my pussy contracts. Not yet! Not yet! Slow down, make it last. Reluctantly my hand retreats from my clit. I lick my fingers clean and in my imagination I'm licking my juices from another man's cock, a cock that has fucked me to the brink of orgasm as the fantasy woman feasted on my clit.

The sexual tension is still building, I have to force myself to slow down. I will my overactive imagination into neutral.

My hands return to my breasts. I shiver with delight as I squeeze and caress them. Pushing them together I pinch my nipples. I cry out with the subtle mixture of pain and pleasure. I rub in a little more crème and I spend what seems like an age caressing each one in turn.

Fire burns in my pussy. My body is alive with expectation of release as I caress myself all over. Like iron to a magnet my fingers are unconsciously drawn towards my pussy. I have to use every ounce of will power I possess to prevent them from finding their goal. I run my fingers up and down my inner thighs, teasing myself until the tension and anticipation become too much to bear.

One hand returns to my breasts, the fingers of the other lightly brush over the lips of my pussy. I slowly slide a finger between the lips, spreading them wide. My finger dips into my honeypot. Once again I take my finger to my mouth and lick the warm dew from it's length. I savour the taste as, fully aroused, I my other hand glides over my stomach to take its place.

This time two fingers make their way into my tunnel. I slide them in and out increasing the force with each movement. My thumb rests on my swollen clit and I moan softly as the sensations take over. My passion now owns me, my body, of its own volition, moves steadily towards the impending climax.

I thrust my fingers deep inside me, twisting them round and round inside my cunt. My thumb exerts a steady pressure on my clit. My free hand strokes and squeezes my breasts.

I can feel it approaching. The fire in my pussy builds to an inferno as my thumb and fingers do their work. My breathing quickens. My womb begins to contract. My body begins to shake.

My imaginary lovers return. The woman is frantically licking my clit as the man works his cock in and out of my cunt. All the while my husband watches as I use these strangers for my pleasure.

The dam suddenly bursts. I cry out as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure wash over me. My body shudders as I slip the fingers from my pussy and slide them back and forth over my throbbing clit, keeping the intensity of my climax at full strength.

My other hand pinches each nipple in turn as I gently rub my clit with a circular motion. Lightning bolts shoot through me as my climax climbs to a higher level. The contractions in my pussy and womb spread out to engulf me until I can take no more. With tears of joy in my eyes I allow myself to let go, hugging myself tight as I let the orgasmic energy dissipate.

I lie on my bed motionless. I lie there, unaware of time passing, unaware of the room around me, unaware of everything except the beating of my heart. A warm glow of satisfaction spreads over me as my breathing returns to normal and my body relaxes.

Finally I open my eyes. I smile. A warm, dreamy, mischievous little smile as I realise that I what I need most of all right now is another shower.

[There is sounds of panting and a sloshing wet sound which continues for a long time, finally a soft moan, and some deep breaths]

Oh dear, that was lovely, wasn’t it? Perhaps I should do it over? [A long pause] You know, lover, it would be much more fun with you….

[A sound of the machine clicking off]

…..Marina pressed the eject button once more, and once more the spring action door made her jump and giggle. Her slender hand, now warm and sticky, pulled the tape out. She gently pushed it into its case and laid it on top of the envelope. She closed the parcel, making a ritual of taping it and tying it with string. She left it on the table, ready for dispatch in the morning.

Looking around the room she realized she would go stark raving mad if she didn’t get out of there.


Trying not to look nervous, Marina walked towards the door of the pub. The sign beside the door said, 'Strictly Over 21s Only'. The doorman looked imposing. His black suit and his steely gaze suggested he would take no nonsense from anyone. With her heart pounding in her chest and her older flatmate's driving licence in her handbag, Marina walked up to the door.

The doorman stared at her for a moment. Time seemed to come to a stop as Marina endured his scrutiny. Why the hell am I doing this? she thought to herself once again as the doorman's gaze seemed to bore straight through her. She almost jumped out of her skin when a coldly dispassionate voice said, "In you go." Startled, Marina managed to smile. "Thanks," she said as the doorman pulled the door open allowing her to enter.

Marina stepped quickly inside. Breathing a sigh of relief she realised she'd finally done it. She'd made up her mind to visit this bar on a number of occasions but her nerve had always failed her in the past. It wasn't that Marina was normally a nervous person. She had just turned 18 but was normally full of self confidence; she had already wandered the world after all. Attractive with shoulder length, naturally dark hair, she'd never had any problems attracting men, but it wasn't a man she was looking for. For as long as she could remember, Marina had been aware of an attraction to other girls. It was a growing curiosity that had led her, finally, to this bar. It was nearly six months ago that she had finally decided that she should attempt to satisfy her curiosity. Despite her resolve, tonight was the first time that she had managed to summon up enough courage to enter one of the city's gay pubs.

Marina briefly surveyed the scene. The bar was pretty full but there were still a number of empty seats. Loud music blasted out from a speaker above the door as she made her way through the crowd to the bar. Ordering her drink, Marina looked around for somewhere to sit. Most of the tables had couples or groups. Two tables had single occupants. Marina studied the tables trying to work out which to approach. Looking at the girl at the first table, Marina suppressed a shudder. The expression 'typical dyke' sprung to mind. She appeared to be in her early to mid twenties, hair cropped into a crew cut and very butch. The occupant of the other table was older, early thirties thought Marina. She had long brown hair. A white halter top displayed full, well rounded breasts to good effect. She seemed to exude an aura of assured self confidence. Marina made her choice. She murmured a little incantation and took a deep breath. She shook her hair and tried to make herself look as worldly and blasé as possible. Taking a long sip of her lager she made her way over to the unoccupied chair at the table.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?” asked Marina. To her own ears there was a note of uncertainty in her voice and she mentally kicked herself.

The woman looked up from her book. Marina felt a momentary discomfort as she fell under the penetrating gaze of the woman's intense green eyes. Her mouth twisted briefly into a smile as she replied. "No," she said, "be my guest."

"Thanks," replied Marina. She sat down as the other woman's attention returned to her book.

Marina took a sip of her drink. She sat in silence, not knowing what to do next. She'd never had trouble chatting up men, especially not those of around her own age, but this was different. Marina realised that she hadn't a clue about how to start a conversation with this woman. Instead she sat there, sipping her drink, trying to scrutinise the unknown woman sitting next to her without appearing to do so.

Behind her book Miranda shook her head and smiled to herself. She's just so obvious, she thought to herself, and so young. Miranda suppressed a chuckle. I was that young once too, she thought, realising that she should be flattered that someone so young should be showing an interest in her. Miranda sighed and shook her head again. Glancing quickly over the top of her book she thought, she's barely more than a child. Pretty though, she added to herself, risking another quick glimpse over her book. The girl was wearing a tight black dress. The low cut neckline revealed her creamy and plush young breasts to full advantage. She had a slender waist but, before the young thing had sat down, Miranda had noticed the generous curves suggested by the clingy material of her dress.

Marina was at a loss. The fact that the woman seemed to be completely wrapped up in her book, leaving her with no apparent opening only added to her frustration. Opening her bag, she took out one of the cigarettes she had bought earlier in the week. She actually hated smoking but she thought this would make her look older so she had practiced for days. Extracting a fag from the packet, Marina raised it to her lips then returned her attention to her bag. An idea came to her. She rummaged around in her bag for a moment then turned to the woman beside her. Removing the still unlit cigarette from between he lips she smiled and said, "Sorry, you don't have a light do you?"

Hardly the most original opening line, thought Miranda. She smiled, "Sure," she said. Digging into her pocket, Miranda pulled out her lighter. With a practised twist of the wrist, she flicked open the lid and turned the flint wheel to produce a flame.

Marina leaned forward to take the proffered light, making sure her cleavage was fully on view. She drew on her cigarette, taking a few puffs to make sure it was well lit then sat back. "Thanks," she said with a smile.

"Don't mention it," replied Miranda. The little tease, she thought to herself as she dug into her jacket pocket once more, extracting her own cigarettes. Drawing deeply as she lit one, Miranda sat back. Still giving the girl no clear opening, she smiled inwardly wondering what she'd do next.

Feeling slightly bolder, Marina decided to press her luck. "I'm Marina," she said.

Miranda smiled. "Miranda," she said then took another draw on her cigarette. “We make quite the Shakespearean couple, don’t we?”  Noticing a look of consternation flicker over Marina's face when it was obvious she wasn't going to divulge any more, Miranda decided to take pity on her. "First time?" she asked. "In here, I mean."

"Yes," replied Marina. "Does it show?"

Miranda smiled, "To an old hand like me it does," she said. She stared at Marina for a moment. "How old are you?" she asked.

Marina hesitated. She realised that Miranda would probably see through any lie she told. "18," she replied.

Thought so, thought Miranda. "So do you normally go for older women?" she asked.

Again, Marina hesitated. "No, not usually," she replied, thinking, well that's true up to a point.

"I see," said Miranda. Then it struck her, a plethora of little signals made themselves obvious. "You haven't been with a woman before, have you?"

Marina was dumbstruck. She hadn't realised she had been so transparent. Miranda had read her like an open book. "No," she replied with a rueful shrug.

"So why'd you pick me?" asked Miranda.

Marina didn't know how to respond. "Well..." she replied. "You were on your own and I guess I decided to take a chance."

"I see," replied Miranda, "so the fact I'm almost twice your age had nothing to do with it then?"

"No," said Marina, "not at all."

"I believe you," said Miranda with a sigh. She took another sip of her drink and drew once more on her cigarette. "So what brings you in here?" she asked finally.

"Curiosity, I guess," replied Marina, as she nervously stubbed out the cigarette. "I guess I've always been attracted to other women, well girls really I suppose. I've had a fair amount of experience with men …I mean I’ve never…you kn…I mean I haven’t really done it…All the way, right? But a woman…You see…”

Miranda smiled as the girl stumbled on; her shyness was quite attractive really. She studied the pretty young thing’s luscious mouth as she continued her rambling explanation. “But what I want is to be with another woman, to try it, to find out if it's more than just a part of the teenage, growing up thing."

"I see," said Miranda, nodding. "And have you done anything about this curiosity of yours?"

"Marina frowned, "Well I'm here aren't I?" she asked hotly. "I've been trying to pluck up the courage to do this for months."

"But why come here at all?" inquired Miranda, "Why not try someone your own age?"

"Well, I guess I thought that girls my age are probably no more experienced than I am and besides, I'd still have to meet one somewhere. I can't just walk up to someone in the street and ask them if they want to sleep with me. At least in here the chances are that anyone I meet is likely to be gay, or at least bi."

Miranda sucked thoughtfully on her cigarette, watching as Marina unconsciously mirrored her actions even though her light was out. "OK," she said finally, "so what you're saying, to put it bluntly, is that you're looking for someone experienced to make your first time more..., I don't know..., special. Is that it?"

"Well, you could put it like that," replied Marina.

"And you think I might be that more experienced woman?" asked Miranda.

"Maybe, I guess that's up to you."

"I see." Miranda sat back, pondering the implications of this conversation. Finally she shook her head, sighing she said, "Sorry, but I don't think so." Noticing the crestfallen expression on Marina's face she continued, "It's nothing personal. You're young, good looking --stunning really-- and I suppose I should be flattered but somehow, I just don't think it would be right."

Before Marina could muster any protest Miranda drained the last of her drink and stood up. Pulling on her coat she turned to Marina. "Look it's been nice talking to you and I am sorry. I hope you're lucky and find what you're looking for. Take care OK."

"Yeah, sure. And you." replied Marina a little sullenly, then watched, briefly, as Miranda strode away.  Before the older woman disappeared into the crowd Marina fixed her gaze on the back of her head and whispered a secret charm.

Miranda was almost at the door when she stopped; she felt something odd, like she was a puppet on a string and for the briefest moment she had no control over her body. She frowned, disliking the sensation. Still, she turned round. The girl, Marina, she corrected herself, had lit another cigarette and was staring blankly into space. So the little fox had a light after all, thought Miranda to herself. A brief smile flickered across her lips then she sighed and shook her head. Was she being needlessly cruel? She tried hard to remember how nervous she had been when she'd first tried 'the scene'. She'd been a little older than Marina and probably nowhere near as worldly as the girl had appeared to be. Part of her told her to keep going, to turn around and to walk out. Another part felt a pang of sympathy for the girl she'd just casually cast aside. Miranda hesitated, drawn between conflicting desires. Finally she decided. "Oh bugger it!" she said out loud and headed back towards the table.

Marina was still staring blankly into space. Miranda hesitated again. "Marina?" she enquired softly. Marina looked up, a puzzled frown stamped across her brow. "Look," began Miranda, "I think this is probably a mistake, the drink clouding my good sense most likely but I live about five minutes from here, if you'd like to come back with me..." She left it hanging.

Marina hesitated. "You... you mean it?" she stuttered.

"Yes," said Miranda, nodding.

"Now?" asked Marina, still not quite able to take it in.

Miranda smiled ruefully, "Yes," she said, "before my better judgement kicks in and I change my mind again."

"Sure, I mean, yes," said Marina standing up and pulling on her coat.

Miranda smiled. "I must be crazy," she said with a hint of laughter in her voice. Then, without warning, she kissed Marina briefly. "C'mon, lets go." she said, taking Marina's hand.

The kiss had been brief, a peck nothing more but suddenly Marina's senses were aflame. She hardly noticed the brief walk from the pub to Miranda's flat. This is it, I'm finally going to do it, she kept thinking to herself. Her mind raced with excitement. She remembered now nervous she'd felt just before she'd let a man touch her…there. There had been excitement but there had also been an apprehension that had prevented her from fully enjoying the sensation of having a man’s finger inside her for the first time. There was no trace of uncertainty in Marina this time. This felt right. The anticipation grew to fever pitch with every step she took.

"We're here," announced Miranda suddenly, snapping Marina out of her reverie. Miranda pushed open the door and motioned for Marina to enter. Marina stepped into the dark interior of the flat and sensed Miranda enter, closing the door behind her.

Suddenly she was in Miranda's arms. Miranda's lips pressed firmly against her own. She returned the kiss with mounting passion, the excitement of the situation left her feeling light-headed.

Breaking away, Miranda asked in a voice made husky with arousal, "So you want me to be your first?"

"Yes," replied Marina, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"Are you ready?" asked Miranda.

"Yes," breathed Marina, "Oh God yes!"

Miranda took Marina's hand and led her through to the bedroom. Pausing at the door she switched on the light then turned the dimmer down to low. They both shucked off their coats, letting them fall to the floor as they kicked off their shoes. The evening was warm. The soft lighting served to heighten Marina's arousal as she moved into Miranda's embrace once more. "Take me," she whispered, suddenly feeling bold, "Show me what a woman's touch is like."

They kissed again. Miranda's hands ran up and down Marina's spine, searching for the zip of her dress. With her lips pressed to Miranda's, Marina trembled with anticipation as Miranda pulled the steel closure open. She felt Miranda tugging at the hem of her dress, slowly pulling it up. Marina stepped back and raised her arms, letting her dress be lifted from her body. She felt a momentary embarrassment. It had been a warm night and she had decided to go without underwear. The feeling quickly passed and as her dress fell to the ground she stood, naked and proud, displaying her firm young body for Miranda's approval.

Miranda stood for a moment, her gaze lingering appreciatively as she eyed Marina's naked form. Her eyes traced Marina's generous curves. They drank in the sight of her firm breasts. 34 at least, thought Miranda, or maybe 36 and at least a D cup, not bad for someone so young. She continued her appraisal, noting the trimmed and tidily kept, soft, dark brown curls of Marina's pussy. Miranda moved forward to embrace her once more and as she did it occurred to her that while she maybe almost twice Marina's age, her own body, while older, was still every bit as good as this specimen of youth that she was about to devour.

Miranda stepped forward, smothering Marina in her embrace as their lips pressed together. Marina's breath felt hot against her own and, at last, she felt her own passion begin to mount. "Undress me," she demanded urgently. Marina hurried to comply. Miranda let her tight halter top be removed, raising her arms as Marina pulled it over her head. Miranda quickly unzipped her short leather skirt, letting it fall to the ground. Like Marina, she had decided to do without knickers, preferring freedom over confinement on such a warm night.

Miranda took Marina's hand and led her towards the bed. Kissing her tenderly, she invited Marina to lie down. As Marina took her place on top of the bed Miranda cast a final appraising glance over the naked body of the girl who had paid her the highest compliment of letting her be the first woman to make love to her. She climbed onto the bed. The last of her reservations gone, Miranda now looked forward with relish to what was about to come.

They kissed, tongues exploring each others' mouths as they let their passion build. Miranda ran her hands over Marina's body. Her skin was soft and inviting beneath Miranda's fingers.

"Turn over," urged Miranda, "Let me give your back a rub."

Marina quickly complied. Miranda opened the drawer of the dresser beside her bed, looking for one of her bottles of massage oil. Finding the one she was looking for Miranda moved into position, her legs straddling Marina's thighs just below the curve of her bum. Miranda poured a small amount of oil onto her palms then leaned forward and began to gently rub Marina's neck and shoulders. Marina sighed and squirmed below her. "Nice?" asked Miranda, working her hands along Marina's arms. "Mmm, nice," agreed Marina dreamily.

Miranda applied some more oil to her hands and began to work steadily down Marina's back. Her fingers seemed to glide easily over Marina's soft skin. Beneath her, Marina murmured contentedly as Miranda's fingers worked their way up and down her spine.

Miranda began to move her hands in broader circles. Her hands slid down Marina's spine, from her shoulders to the small of her back then, parting, they worked their separate ways back up the sides of her body.

"Oooh, that's nice," breathed Marina as Miranda's fingers brushed against the sides of her breasts. She propped herself up on her elbows, lifting her breasts free of the bed. Miranda reached round from behind her, her hands working their way over Marina's abdomen. Marina's body trembled with anticipation as Miranda's hands expertly worked their way up to under the rise of her breasts then withdrew, never quite touching. Marina endured the teasing of Miranda's fingers, quietly longing for them to cup and caress the sensitive skin of her breasts.

Miranda leaned forward and, with a feather soft touch, began to kiss the ridges of Marina's spine. She could feel Marina's heart pounding in her chest as she moved upwards to softly nibble the nape of her neck. Miranda ran her hands over Marina's stomach, working them ever so slowly upwards. Her fingers brushed against Marina's breasts.

Marina sighed. "Ohh, mmm," she breathed as Miranda's well oiled palms slid over their surface. She sighed again as Miranda's fingers teased her nipples. As her hands gently cupped and squeezed Marina's breasts, Miranda softly kissed and nibbled her neck and shoulders. She marveled at how firm Marina's young breasts felt beneath her fingers. Her hands slid easily over their surface. Beneath her, Marina moaned with pleasure as Miranda's hands worked their magic on her breasts.

Miranda leaned forward, her nipples pressed against Marina's shoulder blades. The contact sent a sensation like an electric shock coursing through her. Gripped by the heat of passion, Miranda felt her own desires mount. "Turn over," she whispered huskily into Marina's ear.

With a sigh of expectation Marina did as she was asked. Miranda leaned forward, her breasts pressed against Marina's, intensifying the sensations she was already experiencing. Their lips pressed together with increasing urgency. Their tongues explored each others' mouths as their bodies writhed together. Marina wrapped her arms about Miranda, holding her tight as she savoured the feeling of having a woman's body pressed closely to her own. Both women surrendered themselves to the rising passion, the intensity of their kisses grew with every passing moment.

Finally Miranda broke away. She began to kiss her way down Marina's neck, her hands coming up to cup Marina's breasts as her mouth moved lower.

"Oh God yesss!" moaned Marina as Miranda's tongue flicked over her breasts. Miranda worked her tongue over their surface with a broad, circular motion, coating them with a fine layer of saliva. Miranda's hands cupped and squeezed as her tongue flicked over the nipples. Marina squirmed and moaned, lost in the sensations of the experience. "Oooh!" she cried as Miranda bit down softly on one nipple. "Mmmm," she sighed as Miranda repeated the action on the other. "Oh fuck Miranda, suck them!" demanded Marina, "Suck my tits! Suck them hard!" Happily, Miranda complied. Sucking as much of one breast into her mouth as she could, her tongue flicked at the nipple while her hand gently squeezed the other.

Marina was in heaven. Tremors of pleasure pulsed through her as Miranda feasted on her breasts. A warm glow spread over her body as she gave herself up to Miranda's expert ministrations. Hovering on the brink of orgasm, Marina experienced a sense of frustrated disappointment as Miranda suddenly stopped.

While Miranda had concentrated her attention on her young lover's breasts she became increasingly aware of her own need for release. Sensing the rising intensity of the tremors in Marina's body and realising she was on the verge of a climax, Miranda decided to slow things down and attend to her own desires. First things first, she thought to herself, there'll be time for that later. She leaned forward and kissed Marina fleetingly on her lips. "Time for your first taste of pussy," she whispered softly in her ear.

Marina felt a growing excitement as Miranda worked her way up her body. As Miranda's legs moved to straddle her face Marina could feel the heat emanating from her cunt. She licked her lips in anticipation as Miranda slowly lowered her pussy onto her face. "Lick me!" demanded Miranda urgently, "Lick my pussy."

Without any hesitation Marina flicked her tongue out, running it along the length of her slit. Above her, Miranda moaned as Marina savoured the rich flavour of her juices. Relying only on her knowledge of how she herself liked to have her own pussy licked and sucked, Marina began to explore Miranda's cunt with her mouth.

Marina flicked her tongue over Miranda's clit, eliciting moans of pleasure. She sucked gently on her labia, licking her tongue over their surface at the same time. She darted her tongue into Miranda's entrance, lapping at the juices that flowed out to cover her face.

Miranda began to grind her pussy harder against Marina's face. Her hands, still slick with the residue of the oils she'd earlier applied to Marina's body cupped and caressed her breasts. She squeezed her nipples and felt the first distant stirrings of her climax awaken. Contractions began to ripple through the walls of her cunt, slowly building in intensity. Miranda rode Marina's face with increasing abandon, grinding her pussy harder against her mouth as the pressure began to mount. She began to moan. "Eat me," she cried, "Oh Marina! Eat my cunt!"

Marina's tongue lapped eagerly between the folds of Miranda's pussy. Juices were flowing freely from Miranda's cunt, coating Marina's face with their sticky warmth. Marina felt the tremors in Miranda's body multiply in intensity as she flicked her tongue over Miranda's clit. Miranda's hips bucked, pushing her clit even more firmly against Marina's tongue.

Without even being aware of how they'd got there, Marina discovered her fingers in her own pussy, rubbing furiously at her clit as her tongue continued to work on Miranda's. The intensity combined with the novelty of the situation was enough to send Marina over the edge. Her body shook as a small but satisfyingly powerful orgasm gripped her. The sensations drove Marina on and she sucked Miranda's clit into her mouth. She bit down gently and flicked the tip with her tongue. Miranda's body convulsed in response.

The sudden roughness of Marina's mouth provided Miranda with the catalyst for release. Her body shook violently as her orgasm ripped through her. "Oh fuck! Oh yesss! Don't stop!" she cried as Marina drove her higher and higher.

Marina continued to flick her tongue softly over Miranda's clit. With every touch Miranda flinched, her hips grinding her pussy harder against against Marina's mouth, moaning obscenities as her climax consumed her.

Miranda's clit throbbed unbearably. Powerful contractions pulsed through her pussy and womb, every nerve ending felt like it was on fire. Her nipples were too sensitive to touch so she gently cupped her breasts as Marina's tongue held her at boiling point.

Finally Miranda could take no more. She found the strength to move herself out of the range of Marina's tongue and collapsed beside her. Marina turned and kissed her. Miranda could taste her own juices on Marina's lips and tongue. The taste revived her. As she began to lick her juices from Marina's face she became overwhelmed with the desire to taste the pussy of this young woman who had just eaten her into insensibility. "Now it's your turn," she purred into Marina's ear before moving down the bed and taking position between her legs.

Marina quivered with anticipation. She felt Miranda's breath, warm against the moist lips of her pussy and closed her eyes, waiting for the first touch of Miranda's tongue. "Ohhh, mmmm," she sighed as Miranda's tongue pushed gently between her labia, working its way along her slit then over her clit. Her body tingled as Miranda worked her tongue into every fold. As Miranda's tongue lapped at her pussy she began to play with her breasts, pushing them together and squeezing the nipples She pushed them up and strained her neck forward, flicking her tongue over whatever part of their surface it could reach.

Miranda began to devour Marina's pussy in earnest. She sucked Marina's labia between her lips and flicked her tongue over them. "Yesss!" moaned Marina as Miranda darted her tongue in and out of her opening, Savouring the taste of Marina's juices as they flowed over her tongue.

Marina found herself losing control. She bit her lower lip and tried to hold on, letting the pressure build as Miranda expertly pushed her towards the precipice. Her head lashed from side to side as the intensity of the sensations grew steadily inside her. Her clit throbbed unbearably as Miranda's tongue lapped at it.

Miranda too, was using every skill she possessed to keep her young lover as close to the edge as possible. Her tongue flicked over Marina's clit with just the right amount of pressure to hold her on the edge. Marina's body writhed on the bed. The pressure was almost unbearable. Her body screamed for release. Suddenly Miranda sucked down hard on her clit and the dam burst. Marina's back arched lifting her bottom off the bed. Miranda pressed her mouth firmly over her clit and continued to flick her tongue over its tip.

Marina surrendered herself to her orgasm as it surged through her. "Oh yes!" she cried, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh yesssss!" The sensations were so strong it was almost a relief when she realised that Miranda finally stopped and was now holding her tight in her arms.

Later that evening, after Marina had left, Miranda lay in her bed reflecting on the events of that evening. It hadn't been her intention, when she'd gone out, to pick someone up but, all things considered, she was glad she had. Marina may have been young but what she lacked in experience she had more than made up for in enthusiasm. Miranda had driven Marina to a climax twice more before she had left and Marina had gone one better with Miranda. It had been a good night. They'd even exchanged numbers and somehow Miranda knew that, for her at least, tonight would not be a one off. She felt bewitched.  Yes, that was the word…bewitched.


Marina lay in bed, reflecting on the tumultuous events of that evening. Her first taste of sex with another woman had been more intensely satisfying than she had ever suspected it could be. It had left her satisfied yet still wanting more. Even now, hours afterwards, she was in a high state of arousal. Marina realised, somewhat ironically, that what she really wanted right at that moment was a good hard fuck. Despite having experienced the intense pleasure of another woman's touch she longed to feel a long, thick, hard cock pound in and out of her cunt, stretching her as it pumped in and out. Well, I guess that means I'm not a lesbian, she thought as her fingers moved to caress her throbbing clit. In her mind she pictured Miranda, her tongue lapping at her clit while some unknown man's cock gave her the fucking she craved. Marina came quickly as a realisation struck her. She'd always enjoyed letting men fondle her; because of her training as a witch she could not go all the way, still men were a delightful entertainment, weren’t they? But now that she'd experienced sex with a woman she knew that she needed both. I am bisexual, she thought to herself. The thought was immensely satisfying. The chances were high that she'd see Miranda again soon; tonight would definitely not be a one off.
The affair went on for two weeks. Miranda felt herself becoming obsessed with the young girl. Whenever Marina was not in her bed, the older woman would be stunned to find herself staring at one of the pretty thing’s Page Three pictures as she pleasured herself. She’d never done anything like that before.

Often she would think of breaking it off, but each time those marionette strings tugged her back. Miranda frowned thinking again that she was under some sort of spell.

One night Marina came over with a startled look on her face; before she even took off her wrap she showed Miranda the airline ticket to Los Angeles. The pretty young thing breathlessly told the story of the photos and the tape flying over the ocean and the magical response she got. “And they want me to be a playmate!” she finally howled, almost leaping with joy.

Miranda felt relieved but their lovemaking that night was more urgent and possessive than ever. Nothing she did could give Miranda enough of the sweet girl; she devoured her voraciously, over and over. Even as Marina slept the older woman stayed up, stroking the pretty thing’s soft hair.

In the morning, she gave the future playmate a trip to Heathrow. She was confused by conflicting emotions as she waved goodbye at the gate. She even stayed behind to watch as the plane took off, following its trajectory until it disappeared into the sun. At that moment, Miranda’s body jerked as if strings had snapped. She walked back to her car feeling free and light for the first time since she met the girl. The spell was broken.

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