Cj & Me
Copyright© 2025 by Arking
Chapter 19
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 19 - This is our story, CJ, a teenager, and a very much older woman, me. How we met, how we connected, how we coped with the many dramas such a relationship can have. Through heartache and pain, and so many happy moments, there are some very erotic sexual passages, all blended into the context of a life's journey. If you like, consider The OWLs Club and Hannah's Way.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub Rough Oral Sex Violence
I got there and all the other girls came over and were apologising to Margaret when I heard my name called from the hut, I looked up and Peta was standing in the doorway with Macca.
“What do you want me to do with Leah?” She asked
“Nothing, absolutely nothing”, I shouted back, “She can come and join us now.”
I turned back towards Margaret who was about to hand me a B&C. “I made it a little stronger Mistress as you suggested.” I smiled and gave her a little kiss. Then thought stuff it. I put my drink down on the bar, took Margaret in my arms and kissed her passionately, lustfully, complete with moans, and tongues fencing in our mouths. It was hot. Margaret’s eyes were sparkling. My body senses were coming back on after the distasteful episode before.
“Oh thank you, Mistress.” She hugged me and held onto my arm, then hugged it again.
I laid down on the sun lounge again, minus the towel, and watched closely the reaction of everyone. The dynamics of the group had subtly shifted. Margaret who might have been considered the odd one out was now firmly planted alongside Macca as number one, someone who was a little more important than a girl or woman without a Mistress. They were women with that muliebrity.
Margaret sat next to the sun lounge on the ground, as we all watched Lee and Peta wander back hand in hand, smiling, happy, and so much in love. Peta was holding onto a lead attached to Macca’s Collar. Leah brought up the rear head bowed, looking sullen.
I indicated to Maggie to come closer. “Do you like that lead and Collar?” I asked in a whisper into her ear. “Oh yes, indeed Mistress. I love what it represents. Ownership, obedience, compliance, love, respect, caring.” I smiled back at her. A very heavy responsibility for a teenager. Very daunting indeed I thought. I laid back and stroked her hair.
As Lee reached the group, she looked down at the pool and the mess. Peta said “I’ll turn the pump and filter on. Give it an hour or so before anyone should go back in.” “What is the time?” I asked someone replied, “Must be close to six by now I would think.”
“6:15 it is,” Lee spoke up after looking at a clock in the main house.
“Oh hell,” I said jumping up, “I have to get going, dinner at six in my place and I dare not be late.” “You’re late, she cried,” said Lee, looking at me with a grin. “Go and get dressed Bobbi, you too Macca, since you are driving her and how are you getting home Margaret?”