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This is a story of a divorced mature beautiful, and very sexy bi sexual woman, falling for her daughter's bi sexual and also beautiful black best friend. Heather is a dominant personality and soon had her friends mother Beautiful big bisexual woman control, Her Beautiful big bisexual woman almost irresistibly good looking black boyfriend takes Beautiful big bisexual woman away from her.

Only for the womans daughter to undo the knots that bind them together. This story is lesbian, and black sex. Heather Watson was gazing at the glorious sight in front of her, the small, tight, and very splendid ass was right in front of her, her pussy tingled, and her nipples twitched hard. She so wanted to grab a hold of it, kiss it, lick it, suck it, along with the rest of the fabulous owner. The owner of such luxury was Jenny Jordan, and she was the mother of Heather's best friend Carol.

They had met two years ago when she moved to her school; they got on like a house on fire, told each other everything, well nearly everything.

Heather hadn't told Carol Beautiful big bisexual woman her fixation with her gorgeous divorced mother, the divorce being the reason they had moved here.

Jenny Jordan was sex on legs as far as Heather was concerned, about 5ft 6" a fantastic body which she had seen many times in her home, and in the garden whilst sunbathing.

It was a delight, smooth and rounded in all the right places, she moved with grace and femininity. Her long hair, red in some light, dark brown in others was gorgeous, just like her. Heather was bi sexual, and it sometimes depended on the day of the Beautiful big bisexual woman, or which side of the bed she had got out of that morning. Whether she was a lesbian this day, a heterosexual or both, but in reality, Heather was both. She was nineteen and a bit, hadn't gone to college as Carol had, she came home every Friday and went back every Sunday night, sometimes on a Monday morning, depending on her school curriculum.

Heather was everything a girl like herself wanted to be, black and beautiful, 5ft 10" a statuesque woman in the making, she had everything, a gorgeous face, long silky jet black hair, and a fabulous body that she was now well aware of thanks to her boyfriend, and her past school teacher who Heather had trapped one day after class and got her big style.

Her teacher became just that, her lesbian teacher, she was Beautiful big bisexual woman, but that didn't stop Heather from doing her when opportunity arose. And she would visit her home too, and take her teacher to her own bed.

She had tried to resist, but Heather's insistence wore her down, and she did indeed, go down! Heather had picked up the vibes in her classes, the side looks the wistful glances and sighs.

Heather tested the waters now and agin with little loks and touches unseen by others. Then one day just after lessons she went to Janet, her teacher, stood behind her, and said. Do you like my touch Mrs Wallace? Heather broke the spell by kissing her teachers neck, biting it, and running her hands down and over her breasts where her nipples screamed as Heathers palms ran over them. Then she just said. Mrs Wallace sat there completely stunned, shell shocked and utterly aroused, it had been years since another woman, or even a girl had done this to her, but the results were the same.

She absolutely adored the attention, and the way her nipples cried out for it. She hurried into her little stockroom and delved her hand into her knickers and brought herself off. Heathers applications in her mind, her knees buckled when she came and she nearly fell down. Heather, being the girl she was, had now set a target, and Mrs Wallace was the target, she was going to go after her teacher now and get her.

She didn't know yet that Mrs Wallace was already got! She had a thing for black women, her lover all those years ago in Beautiful big bisexual woman had been black, and she had missed her and it, ever since. She even had a thing for black men, although she had never been with one and never would. And though she would try to fend her off, the growing black beauty who had her in her sights, was about to shoot her down.

Beautiful big bisexual woman class the following day Mrs Wallace had asked another girl to stay behind to do some follow up work, Heather smiled, "Won't do you any good teach," she said to herself, smiling at and catching Mrs Wallace's eyes.

Heather gave her a knowing look then casually made her way to the exit, turned an slowly made her way back just in time to see the girl closing the classroom door behind her. She opened the door and walked in silently. Mrs Wallace was sat at her desk as she had done the day before, and she was engrossed in school books.

Heather sidled up behind her, took a deep silent breath, and moved as her hands landed on her neck and shoulders, Heather said, "Here I am Mrs Wallace; let me take the stress out of your day for you, hmmm?

Mrs Wallace wasn't a tall woman, only about 5ft 2" extremely good looking, a dirty blond haired woman, and most of the pupils had the hots for her. But only Heather had seen past the veneer, the covering over her persona, Janet Wallace was also a weak individual, though she hid it well. But Heather had seen, she knew. And now she had everything going for her, height, weight, a much superior personality, and definitely the determination to succeed.

Where as Mrs Wallace, who while being much more than an able teacher, was putty in the hands of a knowing woman, and in Heather, she was in knowing hands.

She tried once more to rise, but Heathers hands were already working their magic and Janet could feel herself giving in. Heather worked away, judging the moment to move in for the kill to perfection. She heard from Janet, mewling, sighing, and soft gasps, she bent down and kissed her neck, another sigh, more kisses brought more sighs.

Nibbling her everywhere she could reach, Heather had her teacher rolling her head to give her all the access she needed. Then the coup de gras, she slid her hands down and cupped her breasts. Heather gripped her nipples through her blouse and bra, and it was game over. Heather rapidly undid her blouse pulled her bra up and took the rock hard and bullet like teats in her fingers. Her teacher moaned deeply.

Heather helped her to her feet, hurriedly went to and locked the classroom door, took Janet by the hand and pulled her into her tiny stock room.

There she took full control of her, saying, because she now realised that most of her Beautiful big bisexual woman was her down to being black.

Believing she now had control, she said. Heather immediately stripped her, pushed her over the small table and set about eating her thirty year old teacher's pussy. Janet cried out in ecstasy when she came over Heather's face. Then Heather did what she had been aching and wanting to do forever, climb on the table and sit down on her teachers face. Knees either side of her head Heather put her hand under the back of Mrs Wallace's head and pulled her tight up in to her dripping pussy.

Her teacher lapped away, she knew what to do and how to do it. She was gazing up into the slatted eyes of her pupil as Heather looked down at her captive, and rejoiced in the fact that she had succumbed once again to a Beautiful big bisexual woman girl, and more, a black sodden dripping pussy. Heather swayed about on her teachers face, reaching behind her and crushed her nipples so hard it made her gasp and suck at Heather's pussy all the more.

Heather came, her nectar dripped out into Janet's wide open mouth, she drank everything she was offered. Heather tore at her nipples from behind, Janet cried in pain, and came in buckets under her new mistress. Later as they recovered, Heather got Beautiful big bisexual woman the information she wanted from her teacher, in between kisses and caresses from her fabulous beautiful black pupil, Janet gave away her time table. When she would be staying after school, days Beautiful big bisexual woman, and home alone, when her husband would be away.

And I want you to dress for me. I may have to punish you. So dressed as a school girl will Beautiful big bisexual woman the bill, yes? Beautiful big bisexual woman wanted to learn as much as she could about other women.

And even more about this new dominant personality inside of her creeping to the fore. On the Thursday Heather was dressed to kill, she had left home at her normal time. She had her highest black heels on, sheer black stockings, a garter belt, a teeniest thong, no bra, a bright white mini skirt, and a matching bright white tank top.

Her long silky black hair hung down around her shoulders. Beautiful big bisexual woman sauntered up to her door; she saw the blinds twitch, so she knew her teacher had seen her. The door opened rapidly, her face was a picture, and complete awe would describe it maybe. Her teacher was stood there dressed as a St Trinians pupil. She looked a picture, Heather smiled in victory, her hair was in pig tails, spotted cheeks, a scruffy tie halfway around her neck.

An open necked white blouse, the top four buttons undone, a short pleated navy blue skirt, bobby socks and buckled shoes! Beautiful big bisexual woman you just call me Heather? Don't you dare call me Heather unless I say you can! Because you need me don't you?

She had always been forthright, making her point, defended her stance, told it like it was. And she was a leader not a follower, but this, oh this was new, her pussy tingled. She was having a good sex life, her boyfriend took care of all of her Beautiful big bisexual woman in that direction. Her girlfriend, a Beautiful big bisexual woman mate, was doing the other, although Heather was the dominant one of the two.

She often her partner down and teased her to the point of distraction before allowing her to cum. Her stringent hard words hit right home with her teacher, her other lover in college had done this sort of thing, and she had been too weak to resist. She had tried but had gone down without much of a whimper. And she also knew that Heather was a far stronger personality, and a far more demanding girl. Janet gaped at her, but now there was nothing to be done but obey, she had already lost the battle of wills, not there had Beautiful big bisexual woman much of one really.

She put out her hand and slid down to her knees, "why am I doing Beautiful big bisexual woman, and in front of a pupil of mine? But she knew why, Heather had found her out; she had thought she had got past this desire to be surmounted this way, to be Beautiful big bisexual woman to feel so inferior.

But it was because Heather was black and beautiful. She knew she had been glancing at her for a while in class. The way she looked at her when conversing, her sleek black lines, her flowing black hair, it had all brought her to here.

And her pussy had driven her to masturbation several times. Heather Beautiful big bisexual woman been to a sex shop and bought two items, one she thought she probably wouldn't need, and Hot slender woman in piter teacher now on her knees before her, and also dressed the way she was negated their use.

The other was a strap on dildo, her first!


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