While Lana Sleeps

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"I hope you don't mind sharing the bed," Tamara said as she twisted the blinds closed, holding a sloppy toothbrush in her other hand. "My step-dad says that it isn't safe to sleep on that stain protector the he put all over the carpets and even on the couch."
Lana shrugged as she pulled back the ruffled pink coverlet and slipped between the cool sheets. "I already told you that it doesn't bother me. The only thing that matters is that I don't have to go home this spring break. Your frilly canopy bed is a whole lot better than listening to my mom bitch for a week, even if your bed is a little too prissy." She laughed and threw a star-shaped pillow at Tamara who was just coming from her bathroom dressed in a pink babydoll nighty with a little white ribbon under her pert breasts. "Oh my gosh! Did you buy that nighty at the same place you bought your linens? You do realize that we're almost 19-years-old, don't you?"
"Stop teasing," Tamara said as she pulled her sandy brown hair up into a knot at the top of her head, lifting the already short hem up to expose pretty pink panties. "I happen to like pink. AND I like being a little prissy, too. Besides, it's better than wearing an oversized T-shirt with a sad-faced hound on the front."
Lana tossed a moon-shaped pillow this time and Tamara caught it, tossing it right back and giggling. Then Lana reached under the covers to pull off her yellow bikinis and threw them.
"What are you doing," Tamara asked, her mouth dropping open.
Lana laughed at her friend's expression. "I never sleep with my underwear on. I usually don't sleep with anything on, but I'm making an exception for you."
Tamara picked the panties up off the floor and spun the elastic around on her finger, a mischievous smirk on her face. "Maybe I should run these into my step-dad's room. Put them on his pillow. I bet he'd like that. It's been a long time since my mom skipped out on us; he could probably use a pick-me-up."
"From the collection of porn we found in the closet, I'd say that he's already set."
"Girls!" A deep voice sounded behind the door. "The rest of the house would like to sleep."
"Oops," Lana said and both girls giggled.
Tamara turned out the light in her bathroom and tiptoed to the bed, sliding in beside Lana. It was only then that she realized that she still had Lana's panties in her hand. As she slid farther under the covers, she gave into temptation and lifted the pair to her nose. They had the unmistakable aroma of Lana, a musky perfume that made her stomach clench.
"It's kind of weird, huh? That we look so much a like," Lana whispered into the dark.
"What made you think of that?"
"Well, I was just thinking about how if your step-dad ever made a pass at me, it would really be like him making a pass at you. We both have straight, shoulder length, sandy brown hair. We are both about the same height and weight, although I may weigh a little more than you."
"Because your breasts are bigger," Tamara said, her throat constricting.
"No, because my hips are wider." Lana swatted her on the hand next to hers under the covers.
"You just have all the curves a man wants," Tamara choked out, her tongue suddenly dry.
"Well, you don't think that your step-dad does, do you?"
"What? Want to make a pass at you? Are you trying to tell me that you think Paul is cute?" Tamara squeezed Lana's hand and lingered.
"Well, he does have that burly magnetism with ultrabet yeni giriş (https://wificabra.com/bahis/ultrabet/) that little go-tee." Lana paused without saying anything and then laughed. "No, silly. I don't have a thing for Paul... Oh, but I bet he has a thing for me." She laughed harder at her own joke.
Tamara joined in. "Yeah, and a big one, too. I walked in on him in the bathroom once."
Lana turned on her side, propped up on one elbow. "Really? Maybe I should sleepwalk tonight and accidentally find myself giving him a hummer."
Tamara turned on her side and faced Lana, their bodies only inches apart. "Do you like giving blow jobs?"
Laughing again, she whispered, "I don't know, I'm still a virgin. I guess I just like to act like I know what I'm talking about. What about you?"
"Oh, I did it, all of it, during a party senior year," Tamara commented proudly.
Lana inched closer. "What was it like? Was it nice? Were you expecting it to happen?"
Tamara sighed, not at the memory, but at the delicate pressure of Lana's breasts against hers. "It was nice, but it was less than I expected. It was all sort of rushed and over before I knew it."
"Oh," Lana pouted sympathetically and then reached up to tuck a loose tendril of hair back into place.
"I guess I'd like to be close to a person ? you know, touch and kiss for a long time."
"Me too," Lana said and leaned in to brush her lips across Tamara's. "Well, on that note, goodnight, Tamara."
She licked her lips, tasting Lana there. "Goodnight, Lana. Sweet dreams."
"Oh, I sleep like the dead and hardly ever remember my dreams. Once I'm out, I'm out. In fact, if there's a fire, you'll have to carry me out before I'll wake up," she added with a slight chuckle as she lifted her arm to rest above her head.
Part two
It wasn't twenty minutes later that Lana's breathing became heavy and regular. Tamara knew she was fast asleep. Lana's last words rang through her mind, causing erotic images of the many pleasurable ways to be awakened to run through Tamara's mind. Other questions, like what it would be like to touch Lana's creamy skin and soft ample breasts, also entered her mind, so much that she felt a wetness build up between her thighs.
She shifted closer, her body touching Lana's. Tentatively, she moved her hand to rest on Lana's thigh. There was no change in her breathing. Her skin was soft and warm, growing warmer as she made a slow journey inward. She could feel the first brushing of silky pubic hair on her fingers and stilled.
"Lana?" she whispered, hoping her friend would wake up and welcome her attention, but her friend slept on.
Gingerly, she slid her fingertips up and lightly massaged Lana's mound before moving further down again, slipping her middle finger between Lana's velvety lips, where she stopped.
Lana was wet. Dripping wet as much as she was. It was all Tamara could do not to dive under the covers and lick her juices. Instead she brought her finger to her own mouth and tasted the nectar, softly moaning as she squeezed her thighs together to stave off this glorious ache.
Turning to her side again, she gazed at Lana's beautiful face. In the muted light of the moon she could see her dark sooty lashes brushing the tops of her cheeks, her full rosy lips parted in sweet slumber, her breasts rising and falling with every breath, the barest hint of nipple protruding through the cotton.
Her mouth watered as her hand closed ultrabet giriş (https://wificabra.com/bahis/ultrabet/) on one of Lana's breasts, her nipple tightening in her palm. Releasing her breast, she inched up the nightshirt to expose Lana's breasts to the moonglow. They were magnificent. Her nipples stood proud in the cool night air and begged to be suckled. Tamara happily obliged.
She drew it into her mouth, flicking her tongue against the taut tip as she massaged the other with her hand. Lana's breathing hitched and Tamara looked up, but Lana was still asleep. Just to be sure, she remained poised above her as she slid her hand beneath the covers again, sliding her finger directly between her lips, but Lana didn't flinch.
Her finger circled Lana's nubbin as she watched her face. A breath escaped her lips, but that was all. Lana was still sleeping. Probably thinking she was having a wonderful dream, Tamara thought with a wry smile. Just keep dreaming, Lana.
She bent her head to Lana's nipple again and took it more ferociously this time, seeing just how far she could go and keep Lana asleep, but Lana never stirred.
Slowly, she slid her finger into Lana's tight pussy and almost came with the sheer joy of it, but it was Lana's body that shuddered as she slept, her nipples extending deep into Tamara's mouth with her orgasm.
Undone, Tamara slipped beneath the covers and curled up between Lana's legs, her face buried in Lana's dripping cunt. She lapped up all of the succulent juices, licking slowly at first, building Lana up for another orgasm, and then rapidly flicking over her clit. Then she stopped and worked her tongue inside her tight little hole, drinking her up before working out her clit again until Lana shook and a moan came from her lips.
"Lana?" But there was no answer.
Tamara never thought she'd like eating another woman out so much. Her experience had been very little. It was mostly when she would masturbate in her dorm room that she would indulge in her lesbian fantasies. Being with Lana was just too much to bear. She didn't think she'd ever get enough of eating her delicious pussy.
She didn't want to stop, but it was too hot under the covers. She rose up and threw off the covers, pausing to suck on Lana's nipples before she sank back down between her legs. As she enjoyed another helping of Lana, she slipped her hand into her sloppy wet panties and rubbed herself to an orgasm, never once suspecting that there might be someone watching from the door.
Part three
Paul had always suspected his beautiful step-daughter of being a carpet muncher, but seeing it first hand was more than he could have asked for. She liked to play the part of the prissy girl, but now he knew better. He watched from a small crack in the door, while Tamara took advantage of her sleeping friend in ways that made his crotch throb. But when she flung the covers off and he could see her sweet ass as she dove into Lana's cunt, he had to stroke his growing erection beneath his boxers.
He wondered what Tamara would do if he were to walk in and stand behind her. Would she be appalled, because he was her step-father? The truth was, he hadn't thought of her as a step-daughter since he first married her mom, three years ago, when Tamara was sixteen. In fact, he installed a small surveillance camera in the bathroom just to get a look at her hot body. She didn't know that all of the porn he had on tape in the closet was of her.
Unconsciously, he pushed the ultrabet güvenilirmi (https://wificabra.com/bahis/ultrabet/) door open, and walked in the room behind her, one hand on his cock. It was almost as if he was in a dream as his other hand reached out to touch Tamara's soft ass.
She jerked her head around and gasped, her hand flying out of her panties. "Paul! I ? uh ?"
"Can I watch?"
Then she smiled and tilted her head in that cute way she had about her. "Sure."
"But first, take off your clothes." She didn't hesitate; she wanted to get back to her friend's juicy pussy. In a matter of seconds her body was bared to him and close enough to touch, and the way that she stayed so close, made him think that she wanted him to, so he did.
Her breasts were just a handful, which was saying a lot since he had large hands. And she bit into her bottom lip as she pinched her nipples. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."
Then Tamara reached up to his waistband and pulled down boxers, allowing his enormous erection to spring free. With her soft, little hand, she encircled him, stroking him all along his shaft as he manipulated her nipples.
Paul leaned in to kiss Tamara and smelled the musky scent of pussy on her lips. "You smell like your friend's cunt." It must have excited her because she rammed her tongue all the way down his throat and stroked his cock like there was no tomorrow. He almost came before the kiss was done.
Tamara touched her fingers to the tip of his dripping cock and then to her own pussy. "Suck it while you play with yourself," Paul said, a bit surprised when she sank to her knees and took him into her mouth. She sucked so hard and fast that he nearly lost his balance as he shot his load deep into her throat.
"Awe," she whined as she licked his balls and sucked again on his spent cock. "I'm not done yet and I want more." Who knew she was such a wild cat?
Before he could get his bearings, she went back to munching on her friend, her ass wiggling like bait in front of him. He wanted to take a bite out of that peach of hers. Instead, he relaxed on the bed and watched Tamara in action as she licked and finger-fucked her sleeping friend, who didn't even wake up when her body shuddered.
Tamara was going to town, lapping up that juicy cunt until Paul thought that her friend would dehydrate. Suddenly, she turned her head and nibbled on her bottom lip again before speaking.
"Do you think it would be wrong if I asked you to fuck me?"
Paul didn't know what to say, in fact, he didn't have any time to respond before she was working her way over to him, straddling his waist with her sloppy wet pussy inviting his cock inside.
She sank down on him and he couldn't believe how wet and how tight she was. She was so wild and ready that Paul just let her take over and linked his hands behind his head as she rode him.
As far as he could tell she came about four times right away, and clamped down tighter each time she sank down on him. He knew that he could get used to this.
"Let me know when you're going to come, so that I can drink it all," Tamara said as she fingered her pussy and bounced wildly. Just her saying that did it for him and he was ready to explode.
He let it go a second longer than he should have, not wanting to end this enjoyable romp with his step-daughter, before he told her. She jumped off and moved around to suck him off, as part of his wad shot all over her face and he almost blacked out with the force of this cataclysmic orgasm.
When Paul opened his eyes, he saw Tamara back between Lana's legs and he thought briefly of how she would explain the night's happenings to her friend, and then if the three of them could do this again tomorrow night.