Babydoll Part 2

This is part two of the Babydoll challenge series. I am still working on a name for this series, Babydoll simply refers to the challenger. I’m starting to develop some supernatural themes in this series, my imagination is taking us on a wild ride so lets see where we end up.

If you’ve not read it yet, you should check out Babydoll first.

Sarina had had a lonely childhood. The sole daughter of a county judge in Gwent she’d not wanted for anything but friendship. Unfortunately social media and easy friendship were 400 years away. Her father was a strict, religious man. The term sober as a judge was coined from men like him. Sadly for Sarina his sobriety included emotions. Being in the upper echelons of society meant that Sarina was often confined to the manor house, visitors her own age were few and far between.

Having spent her youth indoors Sarina was a pale girl with white skin like pure china, under-developed muscles gave her almost a ghostly appearance. Her love of reading alone in silence had formed in her a desire to be quiet in her movement, she often startled the house-staff with her almost ballerina gracefulness when moving about the house. She was tall for a girl, nearing 6 feet but she was slender, her height only exaggerated her small bosom and slender body. She had eyes of the purest blue, when she looked at you it felt like she was looking into you at your very self.

It was not until she had reached the age of twenty that she was permitted to venture from the manor grounds, albeit with a chaperon to care for her purity. Given her confinement at home she had mastered many sewing disciplines and it was a passion of hers. On her journeys into the world she often went directly to the houses of various sewing artisans to learn more. There was one particular artisan, a mysterious woman by the name of Melissa, whom she often visited. Melissa was welcoming of Sarina, they would spend hours together stitching and weaving thread and cloth, creating such fashions that would be the top of the town in bigger cities like London and Oxford.

After some time the two set up a permanent arrangement, twice a week Sarina would venture down with her chaperon who would attend to various chores while Sarina was in the capable care of the older Melissa. During their time alone they would talk, Sarina would recall the tales she had read in the books her father had purchased for her. Melissa would regale her with tales of the world. Sarina would find herself daydreaming of Melissa and their time spent together when she was home alone in her room. They would be stitching a piece and she would be listening to Melissa talking, her voice hypnotic. Over time the dreams became more erotic in nature. Sarina would picture herself sitting closer to Melissa, inhaling her intoxicating scent, the occasional moments of physical contact as they moved to remain comfortable on the bench together. Sarina would feel a jolt of excitement each time Melissa’s leg moved against hers, her heart would skip a beat when she felt Melissa’s arm upon hers. They would both reach for a spindle of thread and their hands would connect and they would turn and stare into each others’ eyes. Sarina would lose herself in those eyes, she would feel her will melt away.

For weeks her dreams progressed from the innocent touches to more deliberate sexual advances. Melissa had been away for a week attending to some errands in another town and Sarina had not seen her for some time when she had the most explicit dream. Twas the night before their next scheduled get together.

In her dream Sarina saw Melissa sitting before her, Melissa’s arousal was obvious as her hardened nipples jutted out through the thinnest of material that was her shirt. Sarina felt a compulsion to cover Melissa’s breasts with her hands, she knew not why but it felt the right thing to do. She looked at Melissa who reached out and took Sarina’s hands and placed them upon her breasts, her pointed nipples pressing into Sarina’s palms. Fingers entwined Melissa used Sarina’s hands to massage her sensitive chest, grabbing at her own flesh she couldn’t help but utter a moan of pleasure. Sarina felt her own arousal washing over her body, she sensed her own sensitive nipples hardening and a warmth spreading through her body starting from between her legs. Leaning forward she would place her lips upon Melissa’s, the delicate sensation of the illicit kiss would wake her from sleep, her heart throbbing, her brain awash with conflicting emotions, and her pussy on fire with lust.

With her dream still fresh in her mind Sarina made her way to Melissa’s shop. It had been more than a week since they had last seen each other and Sarina was feeling nervous. Her chaperon delivered her and after some small talk with Melissa left to run her errands. Sarina struggled to maintain eye contact with Melissa, instead finding her eyes drawn downward, resting upon Melissa’s plain shirt. A shirt that modestly covered her ample breasts. Not wanting to be caught staring where she should not, Sarina kept her eyes darting around the shop between gazing at Melissa’s breasts. It may have been a trick of the light but every time Sarina looked it appeared like Melissa’s nipples were becoming more and more noticeable through the material covering them.

Feeling the heat in her face Sarina excused herself for a moment, when she returned Melissa asked her if there was anything bothering her, Sarina mumbled a barely perceptible “Nothing” before returning to her seat and her stitching. Sarina returned to her observations only this time her gaze was caught on her first glance towards Melissa. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of Melissa’s exposed cleavage. She knew she was caught when Melissa broke the silence.

“I know you’ve been looking”.
Sarina’s heart raced, the blood flowed to her face, she glowed a bright, crimson red. Seeing the look of panic on her face Melissa continued.
“I’m not bothered that you are looking, I am flattered by your attention. If you would like to see all you needed to do was ask”.

With that she pulled on the strings of her clothing and bared her breasts in one move. Sarina could not help but stare at the most glorious display of womanhood that she had ever seen. Her own chest paled in comparison and due to the strict modesty of her chaste parents she had never had occasion to see another woman baring herself in such a way. The brazen exposure generated a tingling warmth between Sarina’s legs, her lips grew moist as Melissa cupped herself and tweaked a nipple while her other hand ran up her leg pulling her dress higher up to expose more of her flawless, creamy white thigh.

Hypnotised Sarina could manage the smallest of nods as Melissa continued to lift her dress, she was feeling light-headed from holding her breath as the soft, downy pubic hair between Melissa’s thighs was revealed. She let out the lungful of expired air as Melissa parted her legs, her visibly engorged lips glistening in their arousal as she ran a finger between them. Sarina unconsciously licked her lips as Melissa spread herself open with her fingers, she moaned as Melissa slid a finger inside herself for the first time. Melissa spoke softly to Sarina, “Come closer my girl, can you not see that I want you? Don’t you want to taste me as much as I want you to?” With a split second of guilty hesitation, Sarina knelt before her closest friend as her primal needs overwhelmed her and she breathed deep the heavenly scent of inflamed passion. With Melissa’s hand upon her head she was guided towards the throbbing pussy, flush with arousal. Mere centimetres away from her delicate target Sarina poked out her tongue and took her first sip of sweet nectar. When her tongue met Melissa’s aching clitoris a shiver exploded through her body, her own soaking pussy beat with desire, her nipples hardened like diamonds and she knew this is what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. To kneel before this goddess and to worship at her temple.

Emboldened by the reaction that Melissa was showing to her oral ministrations Sarina explored her friend in greater detail wanting to please her as much as she could. Using her hands she pulled on Melissa’s wet lips, spreading her open like a flower greeting the warm morning sun. Melissa’s inflamed cunt spread before her, Sarina slid a finger deep inside her lover, she could feel the tight canal pulling at her bringing her deeper. As an experiment she leaned forward to suck on Melissa’s clit as she wiggled her finger inside eliciting a grunt of raw need from Melissa. Melissa’s head was flung back, her eyes tightly closed as she reached the brink of long over release. Through gritted teeth she commanded, “Insert another finger and fuck me!” Sarina complied, her middle finger already slippery from rubbing against Melissa’s flowing fountain. With two fingers inside her and her tongue flicking her pleasure centre she adjusted her position on the floor between Melissa’s splayed legs. At that exact moment Melissa throbbed with passion, heaving herself off the chair she was in for a moment, when she came down Sarina found that during the movement her fingers had left Melissa’s pussy and when Melissa came back down one finger returned to her pussy but her middle finger found itself lodged deeply in Melissa’s ass.

The sudden intrusion was like a spark set to a cannon. A deep explosion welled up in Melissa’s body, Sarina continued her attack between spasming legs. Unaware of the orgasm ripping through Melissa’s body Sarina kept sucking, her fingers still reaching deep into Melissa. Melissa let out a mighty grunt as her orgasm hit her, every muscle twitched, her eyes crossed, her spasms forced Sarina to withdraw her fingers or they would be crushed. Sarina knelt back on her feet looking at Melissa as her pussy gushed with a clear liquid. She reached up to her face to find her cheeks slick with Melissa’s cum. She looked up to see Melissa passed out on the seat, her limbs hanging limply as her body recovered from its intense ordeal.

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