The Witching Hour

"So're you," she murmured, chest heaving as she drank up the shorter woman in turn. Bailey bowed her head, squeezing her legs in a futile attempt to stop the nectar leaking from her flower. Objectively speaking, she had a good body: her breasts were round and perky, her ass and hips filled out a bikini bottom in all the right ways—but she was a size or two behind the darker girl's voluptuous figure. The only part Bailey outclassed was her stomach, and not in a flattering way: a faint paunch that was now left free to jiggle in plain view.

Maria sensed her self-doubt, because she quickly stepped forwards, one hand cupping her friend's hip as the other slid over her shoulder. "You're beautiful, Bailey," she repeated as the brunette met her gaze. Leaning forward, they met in a kiss—soft, gentle, as charged as before but without the urgent fury. As Bailey's own hands copied the hold, they drew together in a full-body embrace, the shorter girl burying her head in the taller's shoulder. Tender breastflesh melded around stiff tits, prompting a whine and a wiggle as Maria's hand drifted down to cup her ass; the raven sighed as the brunette gripped her cheek in turn, marvelling at how such firm glutes hid beneath so supple a surface. Her whole body tingled in pleasure, her button throbbing with a steadily-mounting need; she could smell Maria's sweat, a salty, yet pleasantly spicy perfume that reminded her somewhat of tree sap... her lust-addled mind immediately thought to the sap between those hazel trunks, and her own cunt rippled in agreement.

Maria's other hand stroked her lover's upper back as the women gently swayed in place. Bailey giggled faintly—after all the build-up, she'd half-expected to find herself writhing on the ground by now, not cuddling in a romantic waltz. But then, her lover was experienced: if anything, this tender foreplay was only fanning the flames, teasing fingers flexing rhythmically against her plush butt, and she squirmed against the girl, trying to maximize physical contact. "I'm so hot," she muttered; her heart had steadied somewhat but still beat excitedly, sending pleasing ripples through both their chests. "I'm buck-naked in the middle of the night; how am I so hot?" she chuckled.

"Would you say you're... in heat?" the taller girl teased, nuzzling her ear.

"Tha-a-at's it," she sighed, "I'm actually a werewolf and you've awakened my inner beast!"

Maria's deep purr reverberated against her neck, sending an icy prickle up her scalp and a rush through her lower nerves. "Promise you won't devour me too quickly..!" Bailey gasped, her legs buckling—the image of her face buried between those dusky thighs, eating the taller girl out, was so outlandish, yet came to her so fast—!

"Oh fuck," she whispered as a rush of fluid leaked from her trembling flower, "K-Keep this up and I'm gonna cum before we've even started—!"

Maria leaned back far enough to look her lover in the eye, lower hand drifting to the small of her back as the other cupped her burning cheek. Dipping in, she kissed her forehead, grinning cheekily. "Best make ourselves comfortable, then..." The shorter girl struggled to keep her balance as they disentwined; her friend turned to their clothes pile, giving a delightful view of her derrière as she bent down to move their garments off the cloak before spreading it out like a makeshift beach towel. Bailey giggled as Maria plunked down on the left, patting the neighbouring space with an eager grin; acutely aware of her own body's bounce, she strode over to join her.

The darker woman's arm slid over her shoulders as she sat down, the raven seductress cuddling up instantly. "So, uh, h-how do we..?" the brunette's voice fell away.

"Do it?" Maria whispered, and Bailey nodded sheepishly. "Well... you've touched yourself before?" A squeaky 'mm-hmm' accompanied the nod. "That's a perfect place to start." Scooting backwards, she pivoted to face her protégé, who copied her motions, sprawled legs criss-crossing as they presented their flush pussies. Bailey swallowed hard, spying the raven's engorged button peeking out between her glinting inner lips, trembling as the air played upon her own exposed sex.

"Did I do that?" she breathed; Maria's thighs looked as wet as hers felt, the sight alone sending a flutter of aroused pride back up her body.

"Told you you're cute." The taller woman's left hand slid teasingly down her abdomen, fingers pinching her plump netherlips. "You said you like dogs, but..." she shot the shorter woman a smouldering look, "Would you like to pet my kitty?"

"Ohmigod!" she giggled helplessly, "You can't keep getting away with this!"

"She's very friendly..!"

"Maria, stop!" she cackled.

"On one condition..." Leaning forward, she reached over to take Bailey's hand, guiding it towards her mound. "You make this stupid bitch howl your name."

"I... don't know if I can," she grinned shyly—knowing how to make herself cum was one thing, but even with her newly-discovered Sapphic sympathies, she'd never had a partner...

"Not until you try," the raven whispered, thumb stroking the back of her hand, "And we can practice all night."

Bailey's gasp caught in her throat as she realized Maria was serious—this gorgeous girl was prepared to sex her for hours plural, maybe into the early morning! Her cheeks burned as her clit twitched; spread as she was, she couldn't stop the leak from her snatch. The darker woman brought her palm to rest on her flat belly, fingertips gliding teasingly up her arm as Maria in turn made for hers. The brunette winced reflexively at the touch, even as the warmth rippled through her gut. "What?" cooed her partner, "What is it?"

She shook her head. "Just..." she traced a gentle circle over the dusky abs, "You're so fit, and I'm..."

"Cuddly?" she grinned; Bailey moaned as a tender squeeze shot pleasure through her core.

"Ma-ri-a—!"

"Nothing wrong with some shape to a girl," she sang, "It means I've got more to love!"

The brunette whimpered as her friend's palm rubbed her pudge, embarrassed to admit how pleasing it felt as her flesh shifted under the teasing hand. "Oh fuck..."

"I told you, if you wanna shut me up..." she purred, "You gotta bring this doggy to heel—!"

Heart pounding and pelvis squirming, she descended, feeling the velvety tickle of Maria's peach-fuzz against her trembling palm. She immediately felt the taller girl's hand shift to mirror. She slid lower, off her belly to her womb, feeling a matching touch on her own abdomen. Oh, you clever minx! She was nervous to actually cross the threshold—to finger another girl!—but her own cavern was practically weeping for Maria's caress; the only way to scratch her burning itch was to render the same unto her partner. The deeper she delved, the nearer that relief drew—but the more agitated she grew, both in anticipation for herself and her hungry friend. Maria eyed her expectantly, pupils wide, tongue darting in and out of her open mouth in what she knew was the same giddy cliff-hang. Bailey grinned wryly; Mutually assured seduction.

She gasped as her falling hand met the woman's pubic patch, thick, springy, and yet almost silky-smooth, far from the wiry brush she expected. "You don't mind your girl hairy?" teased the raven coyly as the shorter girl subconsciously stroked the pelt.

"As long as you don't mind yours oversized," she replied shyly.

"I think you mean snuggly." she cooed. Bailey shook her head, unable to suppress her smile as Maria's fingertips brushed agonizingly featherlight over her own curls. Her clit ached; her inner walls throbbed; and she was scant centimetres from sampling her sweet seductress's honeypot.

Swallowing hard, she steeled her courage, slipping down and in.

Maria's outer lips were plump and soaking, and the brunette squeaked in surprise as her middle finger slipped right over the woman's slit. The raven chuckled softly, giving her a moment's reprieve before her own hand cupped Bailey's vulva and the girl stiffened in shock, hissing as a teasing digit stroked back across her cleft. She dared to meet the darker woman's sparkling gaze: inviting, challenging, almost pleading... She squeezed the mound reflexively, and Maria hummed in encouragement, rubbing her palm against the girl's burning pussy.

"Oh God," she breathed, leg muscles spasming as pure carnal desire washed through her.

"Take me," Maria whispered, "You know you want to."

She did. Holy fuck, she did! Before she was even consciously aware, her finger drew over—and then between the taller girl's labia. Her friend was just as warm and welcoming within as without, hot, wet muscles bidding her deeper into Maria's sex, practically sucking her in—she'd barely registered her tentative probe had sunk all the way to the knuckle before she cried in startled delight as a finger wriggled into her. Bailey's cunt clenched around the intruder, and she blushed scarlet: she wasn't lying that she was teetering on the edge.

She knew what she had to do.

With dexterous precision at complete odds with her trepidation thus far, the brunette curled her digit, coaxing a gentle gasp from the raven as slippery walls squeezed against her. Maria's response came a half-second later, stroking her protégé's passage slow and tenderly... again... and again. Bailey gasped much less gently—it was every woman for herself now, and she was starting from a massive handicap. "Maria--!" she hissed, "Ohgod--!" She squirmed against the electric touch, hips spasming, as she fought to retaliate, the darker girl's wetness drooling over her palm. Fingering herself was one thing: she felt it from all angles, knew what to expect, and could pace accordingly; now she was at the unpredictable mercy of a foreign hand that ohfuck is rubbing my clit!! She arched her back, eyes squeezed shut; too much, too fast, too soon—!

Bailey whined softly, legs going rigid as pleasure exploded through her core. Tongues of flame raced up her body, thighs flexing and relaxing in rapid succession, cramping cunt sucking at the finger still gently petting her inner walls. She felt a hand on her shoulder, pulling her forward, cheek brushing Maria's as she rode out her orgasm nuzzling the dusky seductress. She couldn't speak—only heave for breath, the raven's tender groping easing off in time with her own aftershocks as a contented warmth settled over her. The hand on her shoulder drifted to her back, tracing slow, soothing circles.

A cold sweat beaded on her forehead, but the rest of her body shivered in conspicuous hotness. With a nervous laugh she relaxed her grip on Maria's mound, a sticky squelch following her retreating hand. "S-Sorry," she murmured, finger almost slipping out completely.

"What for?"

"Was I too hard?"

She felt the taller woman shake her head. "You were fine. Up until you stopped."

The brunette shook her head with a soft giggle. "I didn't know what I was doing."

"Too bad," she murred, "You did it wonderfully." Bailey sighed, a fresh tingle already tickling her groin. "First time with a girl, huh?"

"First time with anyone."

Maria's petting hand glided to the far side as she gave a one-armed hug, breathing deeply. "You smell so sweet, Bailey."

"Shut up!" she shrieked, backing away with an incredulous beam, "I'm a sweaty sticky mess!"

The raven simply smiled back. "A sweaty sticky mess who's just come the best sex of her life, am I right?" The shorter woman blushed, feeling her pussy throb against the digit still buried within. "So what could smell sweeter than a girl well-loved?"

"Loved," she repeated—that's what they were doing, wasn't it? That's why she was stark-naked with a girl she'd just met that evening, who'd teased out the single best cum of her life?

Maria's eyes sparkled as her hand reached down to Bailey's, gently sliding her back into the darker woman's dripping snatch. The brunette whimpered softly at the squelch, inner muscles hugging the finger with familiar hunger. "Now then," she purred, "Why don't we sample my perfume?"

Bailey picked up where she left off, but with a newfound confidence. Maria moaned in approval as her friend's palm rocked against her crotch, teasing the taller woman's button back to full attention. "Tha-a-a-at's it!" she gasped, arching her back and flaunting those gorgeous tits, "Make your bitch howl, Bailey!" The shorter girl blushed—whether from the dirty talk or her own rekindled desire she wasn't sure—but the goading succeeded: a second finger slipped into Maria's pussy, stretching the quivering sex wider. The dusky seductress whimpered in delight, head tilted back as she rolled her hips in rhythm to Bailey's hand, her self-sure experience proving infectious to the Sapphic neophyte, faint curls within the brunette's sex keeping her flame smouldering and spurring her on.

When Maria reached for her shoulder she knew she was close: it was a tense grip, unlike any of her touches before, fingernails lightly pricking the skin as the raven growled in hunger. It was startling—but thrilling too, a prickle shooting up Bailey's spine as she realized she was about to bring a woman to orgasm! Slowing her motions, she stifled a chuckle as Maria gasped in surprise, rising higher and higher from her seat as her partner gave slow, languid strokes to the cunt practically sucking at her fingers. "Oh Bailey—fuck!" she breathed, thrusting forward, the suave predator turned a whining, desperate mess. Grinning with nervous excitement, the shorter woman put her thumb to her lover's pulsing clit, featherlight tickles finishing her off.

Maria let loose a low, guttural groan, thighs clamping around Bailey's wrist as her body went rigid. A torrent of femcum gushed over the girl's trapped hand as the taller woman swayed gently in place, savouring her climax, inner muscles throbbing around the fingers buried within as though in languid echo of her heartbeat. In spite of everything, Bailey felt a renewed blush in her cheeks.

Several seconds passed before Maria settled back down, releasing the vise-grip on her friend. The brunette giggled as they withdrew with a sticky squelch, liquid warmth coating each other's hand in a glistening glove. The raven was still bracing herself lightly; nostrils flared, she breathed deeply, tongue dangling nearly past her chin. Bailey's clean hand gently stroked her partner's arm, velvety tickle of her body hair soothing her lingering anxiety. How had she missed that Maria was so hairy? Standing on end, the strands reflected the moonlight, giving her profile a soft, silvery glow.

"That," beamed the raven, "Was one to remember!"

Lips on Bailey's mouth and a hand on her jaw pre-emptively silenced her self-deprecating haggle-down. She sighed, opening up at once, Maria's glazed hand wafting her own musk into her lungs along with the woman's spicy scent, headier than before. She whimpered as they parted, sex pulsing with renewed excitement. "Fuck, I'm already hot again..."

"T'is our blessing to have multiple orgasms," she purred, "And the night is still young..."

The brunette whined as her cunt trembled at the promise. "I can't!" she huffed, "I'm already feeling dizzy..!"

Maria responded by gently pushing her backwards. "Then lie down, my love, and let me kiss it better."

Giggling, Bailey shuffled herself centre on her cloak as her succubus straddled overtop. Maria's lips trailed from her mouth to her chin, down her neck and over her collar; girlish chirps turned to hungry groans as her fire was swiftly rekindled. Maria purred as she nuzzled a breast, then fixed her lips around the swollen teat. "AH!" shrieked the brunette, body going rigid as a lightning bolt shot through her chest, "That's not fair!"

The dusky seductress coaxed a pleading whine, tonguing the mound before finally relenting. "All's fair," she smirked, "But we'll revisit this lesson later..." Bailey squirmed as her friend planted featherlight pecks down her stomach, nose tip tracing ticklishly. Then, right as she reached the girl's navel, she buried her face with a sudden "A-BLU-BLU-BLU-BLUH!"

Were her legs not already spread wide, Bailey might have kneed the taller girl in her own gut as she convulsed in laughter. "Stop! Stop!" she cried, swatting playfully as Maria continued nuzzling her belly.

"But you're so soft and plump," she teased, both hands gently kneading the outer edges, "Maybe I should fatten you up so I've got a nice warm pillow to sleep on..."

"No-o-o..!" she groaned, blushing as the woman's massage stoked a traitorous flame in her womb. Maria's hands sailed over her hips to squeeze her ass, warm breath creeping closer and closer to her freshly-irrigated canal. The brunette shivered, bucking slightly in anticipation—she felt ashamed that the taller girl could play her so easily, especially given she was the first girl whose affections Bailey dared reciprocate. Or was that the point—discovering it had a taste for the feminine, her body was rushing to make up for lost time? They hadn't even known each other a full day, and yet she had never wanted someone so badly as now.

Maria breathed deep as she finally reached Bailey's groin, the shorter girl's engorged button trembling as a slow, hot exhalation caressed her vulva. "Such beautiful flowers bloom tonight," the raven purred throatily. The helpless brunette groaned, clapping her fists to her face. "Not a gardener?" she teased, "I'll have to teach you all about tending orchids..."

"Shut up and eat me, you beleaguering beauty," Bailey blurted, gasping gently at her own sudden forthrightness.

Maria huffed approvingly. "We'll make a vixen out of you yet..!" Before her captive could formulate a further retort, she pressed her mouth to the hot lips. The brunette whimpered, legs trembling at the sinful poetry. Her lover kissed again, and again—tenderly, wider each time, Maria's saliva meeting Bailey's lubrication, until her mouth had nearly enveloped her partner's whole weeping slit. The shorter woman giggled, partly in the guilty thrill and partly at her friend's withdrawal back into relaxed playfulness. Maria clearly had practice, and knew how to pamper her partner, carefully stoking her desire as though calibrating an oven through sheer intuition—and then her upper lip stroked the brunette's clit, and Bailey moaned in a jolt of white fire.

Then the feast began in earnest. A hot, wet tongue traced up and down over her outer folds, pressing deeper into the cleft on each pass. Her legs spasmed softly as her pussy tingled with longing; Bailey reached up to pinch her nipples in a bid to distract herself from the need trickling out below. Then she felt it: Maria's muscle wriggling inside, spreading her passage with nothing but her determined mouth. It was different from her fingers: softer, more dexterous, solid enough to squeeze around but not firm enough to grip. "Oh God," she heaved, the tip tickling her walls as it scooped her nectar into the raven's waiting maw.

Maria's hands had slid back in to rub at her thighs. There was a firmness to her palms that inflamed her tender skin, nails tracing thin, maddening tickles with each caress. Bailey kneaded her boobs more insistently, whimpering helplessly as the girl below did her best to build the pressure. The succubus would only ease off her feast to nibble at her thrall's throbbing pearl, the broiling heat flaring to a sudden, violent flame—and on each delve back in, she pried the erstwhile virgin's chapel doors a little wider, her greedy appendage reaching deeper within.

"Maria!" she squeaked, "Your tongue--!" The muscle circled around her quaking cavern, stroking her walls much like a proper finger.