The Janitor's Closet NC-17.
Genre:Smut
Warnings: Well anything could be in this baby. Don't read if you may be offended by the possibility of rough play, S n M, Gender fucking, Voyeurism,
Feedback: Always welcome. No flames.
Contact:
Pairing:W/T
Disclaimer:i own my smutty imagination
Spoilers: Are you seriously that far behind? No, no spoilers.

Hasn't been edited or beta-d. Straight from the pen. A teaser of what might be to come. if you would like to suggest some acitivities that may be following feel free to e-mail me on the kittenboard. This is purely for fun for those that enjoy this kind

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Willow had never been to one of these bars before. She had heard about them, two of her friends went last year and couldn't stop talking about it after some cringe worthy hens night. She didn't feel it was so appropriate then.The red head flicked an irritating strand of hair around her ear. Her hair was cropped in that cute little bob that seemed to go down well with women. There's something about being able to grab at short hair in fistfuls in the right situation she thought smirking to herself.

The walls were red and the place was smokey, perhaps a little cliche she added to her behind-the-scenes commentary she seemed to have going when the nerves sprung up. Black vinyl couches were scattered around the edges of the room in convinient dark corners missing the shaft of dull light by an inch or two. It created a murky orange glow at the edges of bodies.
WIllow scanned the room for a bar.

None here. Damn, ok swiftly moving forward...

She dodged herself around a few shoulders of what could have been a very well to do couple. In fact it seemed everyone here tonight had put in quite a bit of extra effort of class.

I suppose it's fitting...I mean how the heck else are you going to pick up with this kind of set up...

She took a quick look down to make sure the outfit was in order.

Black chucks, tidy at least. Fitting black jeans. Ok, perhaps going a little to casual/about to go to a gig look...hmmm.Ok, crotch..buldging, great. Oh no. Maybe it's too obvious. Shit, i look like a doof!

Willow subtly moved her hand down to her crotch and pulled and shifted the package around till it looked a little more natural. She was already feeling out of her depth. Perhaps she was feeling too ambitious for her first night at the new sex club...eloquently called "The Janitor's Closet" The interior of this place did however resemble nothing of the Janitor abodes she had found herself in over the previous years, which was a suprising amount, even for her.

Moving on...simple black tank top...binder underneath. Perfect. Gender-Queer Perfecto!

The red head pulled out her eyeliner and did a quick touch up and then gave herself with an imaginary tap on the back. This was the first time she made it out of the bedroom in her ambiguous disposition.

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'Kiss rocks? why would anyone want to...oh i get it'-Willow

ok I'll bite show me what you got more soon .

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Dia the spelunker
Never underestimate the powerful love of a good woman
If you were a cave what kind of cave would you be

yeah keep it coming. i love genderbending willow

Hello,

You got me all curious now, I'm wishing to read more, and hoping it'll be soon!

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Broken Dolls |The Stadium's Goddesses | Seeds Of Beauty

"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)

Bring on the noise bring on the funk.
The noise being Willow spanking Tara with a paddle as they play headmistress and the naughty schoolgirl or given the gender-bending scenario, the naughty schoolboy who tried to sneak into the girl dorm and needs to be punished.

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Amberhol-from the land of sky blue waters.
No Mere Music Hall, This my novel available directly from rosestindog@gmail.com.

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thanks taralicious javascript:emoticon(';-)') idea noted!

Willow took a deep breath and calmed herself down, grounded herself and reflected her persona for the night. Deciding she wanted to see through the ambiguity properly, she straightened up her shoulders and walked leading from her crotch rather than the usual female breast lead and added in a bit of a hip swagger. She flashed small smiles at anyone who walked past enough to be flirtatious but not too suggestive, it was a careful balance. They all seemed friendly enough. Passsing through the first spacious yet dark room she entered into a slightely brighter lit small sectioned-off area focused around a bar.

A sigh of relief.

Willow immediately loosed up and propped herself up on the vinyl stool and swivelled herself around, she downed a shot of tequila that landed in front of her almost immediately not questioning where it came from. Her body immediately felt a lucid warmth fall down from the neck through her blood to the tip of each crevice of her body. Willow's crotch adjusted against her as she moved around causing some light friction, she couldn't help but smile. This was going to be a good night.

Willow draped her left arm across her thigh hanging inches away from her center with her legs hanging open away from each other, she felt a sense of power to it. She wanted to show off what she had between her legs, wanted some beautiful thing to strut past and make an obvious glance of acknowledgement. Oddly enough, in time with her thought process, a tall blonde made her way from one side of the bar to the other, obviously giving willow a head to toe analysis as she passed by slowly by a fraction. She obviously liked what she saw. The blonde lingered her eyes on willow in what seemed to be a somewhat dark and sexual tease. Her eyes dropped again, slowing...slowing...and coming to a stand still at the level of red's arm. She let out a small gesture of amusement, the smile firmly fixed in place.

Willow, feeling daring was about to approach this beauty and offer perhaps a drink, but before she could slip off the stool the woman turned with a flick of her hair and disappeared down a corridor. This place was like a maze, how was she ever going to find her again. With a sigh, Willow turned back to the bar where two more tequila's were placed in front of her like a platter. Two pieces of fresh lemon, a salt shaker and two rather full and large looking shot glasses. She scanned the room trying to spot the potential individual. No one...odd.Since when was the bar the un-cool place to hang? She stopped the bar tender in his path of re-filling the glasses. He was a cute young thing with neatly cropped black hair and big blue eyes, curved hips, a soft jaw line and...

Oh...

"Can i help you? Not what you wanted?"

"No, not at...wait, these are from you?" She said in pleasant suprise.

"I don't get off till 2am..." he gave Willow a sly smile. The red head began to blush, she tried to move her mouth in general shapes that make some sort of intelligble sound however what followed was a series of awkward vowels.

"' 'fraid all of my moves have to be suppressed till then, but you know it's only an hour away. Maybe i'll see you then on the other side of the bar"

Willow contiued with the vowel-like sound and stopped herself in frustration as her cheeks began to burn.

Jeez Rosenberg! Get a hold of yourself! Cute, Gender-bendy, Not afraid to flirt, and by golly looks like he has a rather interesting package down there too...and those tits. Well, they certainly aren't hiding from anyone.

Willow's eyes clumsily rested on the bartenders chest, she made a map around the boi's nipples, it made her whole body flush and for a second she felt very out of her depth. She dropped her gaze the the floor and fumbled with her zipper.

"Heheh, it's ok! Don't worry, i'm not going to hunt you down if that's not what you are into. Anyway, they aren't from me, oh I'm Shane by the way."

"Willow"

"Well Willow...They are from Tara."

"Tara?"

"Yeah, the cute blond that was just eyeing you up. Forgot her already? Gosh I must be looking good tonight." Shane let out a giggle trying to get Willow to relax.

"Oh! Oh wow...well..hmmm..wow..." Willow spun around in her chair as if she expected the gorgeous woman to be standing there.

"I better go umm..return the favour then!"

"You certainly don't waste you time" Shane quipped.

"No no, i mean can you get me two more of these?" Willow pointed at the tequila realising she still hadn't taken her libities...she followed one after the other in a smooth motion from salt to shot to lemon...to salt to shot to lemon. She was obviously a pro. What the bartender didn't know was that Willow hadonly learnt that from the movies.

Tequila virginity....tick!

She hiccuped and slid off her chair, perhaps faster than she had anticipated, grabbed the two fresh shots and headed down the corridor.

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'Kiss rocks? why would anyone want to...oh i get it'-Willow

on a side note could any fellow kitten recommend some good gender bending W/T fanfic? I'm a fan and i've been out of the loop forfar too long.

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'Kiss rocks? why would anyone want to...oh i get it'-Willow

Ooh, this is intriguing! Willow's being very adventurous, especially for her first time out - I wonder if she's thought this through much, or if she's just having one of her moments of sudden impulsiveness. It's not difficult to imagine, after - it would seem - having kept her particular disposition cooped up in her bedroom for some time. But she's caught Tara's eye, so it'll definitely be a rewarding experience.

As to other fics... I can't think of any off the top of my head that take gender-bending this seriously. I recall one where Willow dressed as a boy in order to enter a programming competition, or something along those lines, leading to much confusion when Tara noticed her and couldn't figure out why she was 'noticing' a guy, but so far as I remember that was the extent of it - more a matter of quirky circumstances than it being a deliberate choice so far as identity goes. Can't for the life of me remember what it was called... I'd have thought I'd have had it on Looking-glass, but I can't find it - then again 1) there's close to 400 fics there now, and 2) it's almost midnight and my memory's doing its sieve impersonation. I'll have to do some hunting around for that.

Anyway, keep up the good (and quite unique) work!

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Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass - Every world needs a Willow and Tara.

I'm still very curious and in a good kind of way,

it seems really nice, although I don't know any other fic of this kind. I actually have never read abotu gender bending before now.

Friendly,

Julia

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Broken Dolls |The Stadium's Goddesses | Seeds Of Beauty

"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)

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This place seemed to get darker the further Willow led down the maze of hallways, stair cases, rooms...it certainly didn't seem this big from the outside. She must have found her way into the underground part. The walls has turned from a plush deep red into cold hard brick, the heat eminated from the walls as her foot steps echoed each step she took that would eventually lead her into the room of her mistress. She slowed herself, curious as to what was actually going on behind each one of these doorways. She stopped at one. A gold engraved sign hung over the door reading "Punishment". The sign alone probed her curiosity. She placed her hand on the handle and slowly slid it out of place and peaked her head around.

Willows eyes went wide. She was confronted with a large dungeon full of instruments, a padded panel with handcuffs on each side and what must have been foot braces at the bottom. A cage which contained a young man naked who looked at Willow in hope, his head quickly fell as she guess he must have been waiting for someone inparticular to take him out of his misery. To the left was a large panel covered in whips, chains and crops they dangled, slightely swaying. They must have been freshly used she thought to herself which made her a little excited. There were also a few masks lined up a long the bottom. Willow wasn't so sure about this, she contemplated the thought of using one and quickly dismissed it. She needed to see the pretty face of whoever she was fucking. Moving in a bit further, Willow suddenly stopped at the sight of a woman sitting upright with her ankles tied around the back of the chair she was propped on, her breasts hung large and beautiful, her skin was red and covered in sweat. Suddenly a thrash of a whip ran across her chest and the woman gasped. Willow leaned herself back against the wall at the sight. It was all too much. Could watching this really turn her on so much? Her legs felt weak, her breathing was erratic and she could feel her nipples pull against the binder holding her in, her hand fell to her crotch, she grabbed a hold of the hard pack straining against the tight denim. She was suddenly brought out of her daze when she was caught of guard by a husky female voice.

"Voyuerism is particpation you know" She chuckled as her face emerged from the darkness. She had short blonde hair, a red corset and tight leather short shorts contrasted againsts some tall, what you could only call "fuck me boots". The woman tapped a whip in her hand giving Willow what seemed to be a half glare, half smile.

Willow, overwhelmed by this confrontation quickly and clumsily removed herself from the door way and swung it shut. She leaned back heavily against the wall and attempted to slow her breathing. The fear she was feeling was only contributing to the intense surge of wetness between her legs.









Authors Note: I'm gonna keep delaying this until i get at least two more contributions

There's your encouragement.

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'Kiss rocks? why would anyone want to...oh i get it'-Willow

Willowtree252: Thanks for reading Wanna bite yet?

what_we_do_is_secret: I'm glad there is gender bgending enthusiasm, i wasn't so sure how well it would go down! Hopefully i continue to not offend lol


JujuDeRoussie: Will do my best to keep regular updates Juju! Thanks for reading

taralicious: will indeed be using your contribution

Artemis: Thanks Artemis I've only recently come across the wonder of gender bending recently myself and have found i am rather enthused to say the least. Hopefully more fics will appear with this content. Suppose it depends on the writers tendancies though huh! Thanks for that, i'll keep on a search too and let anyone know if i come across any at all for those that are this way inclined.

Thank you everyone for your interest thus far! Feeback is superly duperly appreciated especially considering this seems to be a relatively new topic to venture on for Willow and Tara. I apologise for my lack of editing, if anyone would like to Beta for me i would appreciate it. Otherwise, if you are all fine with the rough nature of this i will carry on as is!

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'Kiss rocks? why would anyone want to...oh i get it'-Willow

Yay for great update-y goodness... more update-y goodness soon?

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We few, we happy few. We band of buggered.

Posting While Nude Improves Your Mood.

As I said before, I don't know the gender bending stuff, I didn't know it was heading to Dom stuff... But it is also ok, and I'm still as curious.

So yeah I'm still waiting for more!

Just, could you explain to me what i sexactly gender bending? I think I know, but I'm not exactly sure.


It is isn't it? Lol. Is it a message for us like "reading the fic is a participation to its creation"? 'cause seeing your note in the last update, the more feedbacks you get, the more updates we will get, right?

And why perv terms always come from French words... lol

Friendly,

Julia

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Broken Dolls |The Stadium's Goddesses | Seeds Of Beauty

"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)

I can think of three gender bending stories. None are completed and none are recreational-type or packing. But all three have Willow dressing and passing for a boy:

Speak Easy

The Legend of Green Eyed Red

The Naked Truth

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Menorah Tales | Working It Out | Random Bits

I wanna see what trouble Willow can get into, I really like it when Willow and Tara are involved in the whole domination/bondage scene, please continue.

Well You've certainly got me interested here.

Though I would never have imagined Willow and Tara in such a place! But at the same time I can very much imagine Willow looking very gender bendy convincing.


Hope she doesn't get into to much trouble - ecept the kind of trouble she might be interested in. ie with Tara.

Can't waid for Willow to "find" Tara again.

So keep on the good work!!

Dax


Gender bendy Shane ? That woulnd't be the Shane from the L Word?

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Today my friend, your diary entry will read: Took a […] hostage and got shoot by three armed bastards.”
Gene Hunt – Ashes to Ashes
“A Love Beyond the Stars”
“What Dreams may Come”

Haha... this is really great. I love this type of stories.

More soon please?

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Nadie debe decidir por mí a quién debo amar, con quién debo acostarme.

Hector Avellan.

yeah more updates...go!

JuJuDERoussie: hehe that may perhaps be what i was incinuating. oh dear how bad is my spelling.(???)

To hopefully answer you question...

Gender Bending is one term for the many forms of gender variation. I'm not an expert on the subject but this is what i understand and personally have a great interested in it. It is using both, neither and pieces of the female/male gender binary and also exploring what might be outside of that box to describe yourself. It can be a combination of expression whether it be physical presentation, spiritual views and personal identification as a soul, sexual desires and preferences to be ambiguous with male/female gender in sex...the list goes on. There are a few pro-nouns that can be used such as Hir, Zir and so forth as in "I'd like to meet zir (him/her) someday"...i hope that's answered some questions?? In this fanfic i am looking at it as a purely sexual thing, which is why idon't use these pronuons because my Willow still is comfortable with her female sexuality on a daily basis. However i may use the term "boi" and other more non-specific terms.

JustSkipIt: Thanks i love being recommended fics, will be sure to check em out.

LoneWolf22: I hope i can write something decent for ya'l! This is my first go and bondage style fanfic

Dax: mmmmmm gender bendy willow....and the moment has arrived. The encounter..it follows shortly

All other lovely readers who have been waiting.... here you go !

Feedback always appreciated
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Willow needed relief. That was it. She had decided it needed to be done. She bolsted only a few metres when she was confronted with a cast iron sign with the delicate letters in gold of "Mistress". Willow grabbed the handle and swung it open. The door threw back into the wall causing it to slam heavily on the table sitting behind it. A vase of flowers toppled over causing the roses to fall into a pool of water on the vanished wood floor. Willow flicked her head around the room to see if she had caused any offense. She was met with two heavy blue eyes and blonde cascading hair.

That definitely looks like a grumpy face. Shit

The woman began to smirk. The red head suddenly blushed realising who it was. The one from the bar.

OK, this might not be too bad. She might let me off easy.

...

The woman flicked a whip out of nowhere and tapped in on her hand


Who am i kidding.

Willow gulped. Her body was flushed and hot. This woman was definitely a goddess of the sexual underworld. Her cheekbones were pronounced, big full beautiful lips that expressed definitely a somewhat pleased smirk. Her eyes were almost dripping, the deep blue pools flicking in the candle light. Her lips were parted and there was definitely some constricted breathing going on by the look of the blondes smoothly ballooning and collapsing chest. She dropped her eyes down. A simple black corset, matching panties and a garter belt holding up two long black stockings with red ribbons up Tara's golden thighs.

"Wow.." Willow squeaked.

"Excuse me?"

"O-o-o i-i'm sorry. I-"

"Returning the drinks i got you?"

Willow looked down and realised she was still carrying two tequila shots in one hand.

"No, actually i thought i'd return the favour" She shot back trying to find her confidence again.

"One will cover half the mess you just made. But i'm afraid you'll have be punished too"

"But i've got two shots!" Willow didn't have a clue why she was trying to get herself out of this. She had a talent for finding debate in anything but it wasn't feeling like such a blessing right now.

"I'll have the other one later" She quipped.

Tara flicked on her heels in a twirl and propped herself on the side of the bed covered in Black silk sheets.

"Stand here" She pointed her finger right next to her left leg closest to Willow. She tenatively shuffled up next to the woman looking like a guilty teenage boy just caught with his dad's car.

"You're a handsome thing aren't you" Tara reached out her hand and stroked a finger down Willow's constricting black jeans starting at the bottom of her zipper. She slide her hand down to Willow's hand and grabbed the shot and placed it on the bedside table next to a large red candle.

"Bend Over"

"What?"

Tara put her hand in the crook of Willow's back for a second slightly grazing her ass and then pushed the red head down so she was lying heavy into Tara's lap. Willow was totally overcome with sensation. The blood rushed to her head, until she felt a sharp exciting pain across her buttocks echoing a sharp slap around the large elegant room. She moaned in release.

Finally

Tara smirked letting out a satisfied laugh. Before pulling her hand up for the rest of the boi's punishment she slid her hand down between her thighs and squeezed feel the heat eminating from Willow's crotch. She quick lifted and dropped her hand down again making Willow shudder. She bit down on the blond's thigh. Tara grabbed at Willow's hair and whispered to her seductively

"Easy, easy. Maybe later you can have a turn"

She pushed Willow down again this time causing WIllow to double over making her package constrain against her cunt and in turn, against Tara's thigh. The both of them moaned.

"Well well you are well equiped tongiht aren't you? You really wanna play that way?"

Willow slid herself off the blond's lap kneeling at her feet, she looked up into Tara's eyes, her own were a heavy green with lust and need to exert her testosterone fulled desire tonight.

"Yes" She said simply.

"Take off your jeans"

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'Kiss rocks? why would anyone want to...oh i get it'-Willow

Yay for good update-y goodness...

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We few, we happy few. We band of buggered.

Posting While Nude Improves Your Mood.

It's certainly getting hot here!

Keep up the good work.

Dax

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Today my friend, your diary entry will read: Took a […] hostage and got shoot by three armed bastards.”
Gene Hunt – Ashes to Ashes
“A Love Beyond the Stars”
“What Dreams may Come”

Oh. Thanks for the explanation.

So when we will have the next chapter?

Héhéhéhé

Friendly,

Julia

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Broken Dolls |The Stadium's Goddesses | Seeds Of Beauty

"Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." Gavroche. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (chap. XV)

aw too short. but yay! thanks.

OH NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOO!!!!......

You can't leave it there!! Well, obviously you can.

Please don't keep us waiting too long for the next update.

This just keeps getting better with each chapter.

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Nadie debe decidir por mí a quién debo amar, con quién debo acostarme.

Hector Avellan.

Tank: Very HOT update, but we all need more, more, more. When she and Tara finally met up I was like YES action, I can't wait to read more.

Lonewolf22

..................... You just had to leave it right there?................................. please,please,please,please,please,please more, I may be new but I like it a lot.

Why do so many people seem to stop updating just before the really good part? I hope you decide to finish this

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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
--Allen Ginsberg

Please update. Im loving this story and it obviously has lots of fans!!! Bring it on!

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Lots of Love
Jessica
xxx

Oh Man - what a tease. I agree with the others - we need an update!!!

Enjoy kittens!!


R-17!!! absolutely

Sorry for the delay in update. Life got in the way! You know how it is. I apologise for any mistakes it is un-edited.

Willow stood up using her mistresses thighs to balance herself. Towering over Tara; she made eye contact and without breaking it. Willow reached for her belt but Tara, obviously impatient, flipped the boi's hands away and took to it herself. She pulled on to the leather around Willow's waist, slid out the metal clasp, released the belt from it's holding and quickly flipped the small button out of it's awkward hole before dragging the short zip down with such force that Willow jerked forward in order to stop herself toppling over into Tara's lap. Tara automatically pushed the palm of her hand into Willow's crotch before it slammed into her face and found the boi had grabbed on to her hair with great force, she felt her pussy respond. Her hand was still clutched onto the warm erect cock that Willow had desperately tried to position to not be seen. It was, she concluded, impossible.

Willow steadied herself and took a small step backwards and gave an apologetic look. Tara wasn't interested. She flipped her eyes onto the boi's bulging pack and back again. The jean's came off in a heap on the floor along with the socks and shoes in a matter a short sweet seconds.

Tara leaned back onto the plush bed, showing off her ample cleavage, croseed her legs and dangled one with intentions of great tease. The garter belt straps pulled on her lacy underwear with every swing of her foot. Willow could see mear millimeters of skim exposed with each rhythmic swing and felt delirious with what such simple pleasures were causing her to go insane.

"I want you to touch yourself, show me" Tara sung to Willow with a cheeky smile. The red head looked down at her poised member. It was a realistic 6" perfect diameter strap-on cock with realistic features. She always loved this toy. She rested it in the palm of her hand and got familiar with it. Rubbing it felt amazing, sliding her hands up and down the soft realistic skin that strained against thrusts into her fist. She grinded the base of the dildo into her crotch. She had gotten so wet from the brief spanking session the base easily slipped past her wet swollen lips and pushed against her clit's natural erection covering the thing with her pre-cum. Willow felt a swell of pleasure forced back down the nerves of her clit into the base of her cunt. Her pace rapidly increased and she had forgotten all about Tara.

She aggressively fucked her hand, her eyes obsessively focused on looking at her newly aquired gentalia, one of her pick-and-choose-as -you-please additions depending on the mood and occassion. She matched her rhythm of the soaking wet strokes of the hard silicone against her clit and dragged her hand over the head of her dick.

"Stop. You're getting too excited sugar. Too excited too soon. Here you are about to cum all over me and i'm just soaking up the sheets"

Willow's eyes were the deepest green Tara had ever seen, as they dragged up from the dildo to Tara's cleavage to her equally sexed-up royal blue. The blond reached her arm between Willow's legs and pulled it back from her elbow pushing against the red head's swollen crotch, her arm was soaked. She rubbed Willow's wetness onto the erect cock.

Willow was absolutely entranced, she didn't know how much longer she would be able to stay standing. She watched as Tara rubbed her wet hand all over her before landing her red lips on the tip of her dick. They slid down in one motion until Willow was entirely engulfed by Tara's how slick mouth and, oh god, throat. Willow's head was reeling, she placed her hands on Tara's head pressing in the finger tips each time Tara slid her mouth up and and down. Willow could feel Tara's tongue wrapped around her throbbing cock, Tara's hands gently curl against her g-spot in a beckoning motion and definitely the swell of cum she couldn't help but imagine shooting into Tara's perfectly sexy, wet mouth.

Tara could taste Willow's pussy on her cock, she had made sure she coated it will a good layer of such an amazing tasting woman, boi, being. The blond departed her lips despite such protesting noises that eminated from the boi's constricted chest. She slid further back onto the bed, pushed of her underwear, spread her legs, spread her lips for Willow to embelish her eyes on.

Tara's lips were pink with lust, Willow could see the cum slowly dripping out of her pussy making the most beautiful parts of her shine. She was amazing, perfect, she couldn't wait to taste her. The blond had different ideas. She fingered her clit noticing how hard and pronounced it had become, the sensitivity caused her to moan unexpectedly, she was overwhelmed at how wet she was, and looking at Willow just standing there, absolutely begging with her eyes to touch...she thrust four fingers inside of her cunt feeling the fullness that she was aching for.

Willow had had enough. She could see Tara's clit from across the bed, it was the size of the sun in a beautiful pink paradise and the blond's hands were soaked with one thrust inside her tight pussy. Willow climbed on the bed and with professional skill, grabbed her cock, feeling it again extending from her own beautiful clit and thrusted it into the woman. Tara moaned and grinded against Willow feeling every inch of her filled with a desire she would never be able to find words for. Willow aggressively shoved herself into Tara, her clit slammed against the base of her cock with each quick thrust and within minutes of ever increasing speed and moanings Willow felt herself cum inside Tara over and over and over again, each time an entire body shudder of absolute pleasure. It dripped down her thighs and at the same time Tara's cunt clamped down on Willow's cock releasing a series of sensational orgasms, she squirted all over Willow at the same time.

The red head stayed there for a while, collapsed ontop of this beauty, before pulling herself back to the realities of this kind of business. By the time she had sat up and centered herself, the blond was gone.

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'Kiss rocks? why would anyone want to...oh i get it'-Willow