CJ & Me
Copyright© 2025 by Arking
Chapter 27
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 27 - 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
No answer came from either of them. “Maybe if he came back tomorrow I will be well enough to see him then?” I shrugged.
Rachel smiled and nodded, “He is used to popping in and being turned away.”
Before she left she pulled the curtains around my bed shutting off the view from any other visitors. Leaving me with Margaret. I pulled her to me, I fondled her chest and she sighed.
“Mistress, are you well enough for such things?” She asked with a sparkle in her eyes. I took her hand and encouraged her to explore for herself under the covers, she did so, without hesitation, and went straight to my core, which was less than fresh, my legs parted as her fingers found my button, and she entered me immediately. She kissed me as I rested my hand on her knee.
My breathing was laboured now, as I felt my first climax in months racing to a conclusion. Margaret thrust a second finger into me and that did it. I shook, I held my hand over my mouth so as not to scream out loud that I was over the top of my mountain. Even with Mags sitting on the bed she bent down still with her fingers inside of me, wiggled them, and hugged my neck. I kissed her.
“You are my Mistress and my Mistress always comes first, in everything I do.” She whispered to me. I whispered back, “it has been forever since I have heard anyone say that to me and now I need to feel you, quickly, before the others come in.”
She quickly sat up, got off the bed, took off her knickers, wiped her fingers on them, and handed them to me, I held them to my nose and hid them under my bedgown. She then stood close to the bed holding up her short mini skirt for me to see and feel my most prized procession.
I wanted to kiss and taste her but heard noises walking towards the wardroom from down the corridor. A sound like a wild herd of brumbies galloping over the unbroken ground in the high country.
Margaret asked with her eyes if she could become ‘respectable’ before our visitors come. I smiled and nodded to her. She stood back, straighten her skirt and sat on the edge of the bed. While we still held hands. We did present a semblance of respectability.
Lee, Peta and Macca, waltz into the ward and around the curtains as one. Smiles all around as one by one they came over and hugged me and kissed me. Only Macca was the one who kissed me on both cheeks. Both Lee and Peta, kissed me passionately, unashamedly, openly on my mouth. Peta held onto my hand while pointing to a chair for Margaret to sit in. Macca stood quietly next to Lee. I noticed too that she was wearing a very nice and unusual looking necklace.
I had tears in my eyes as I felt Peta stroking my hand. Lee whispered to Macca, who left quickly.