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But as Veronique steeled for more punishment and accepted that she needed a good hard

spanking, she began to enjoy feeling the heat and the familiar twinges of other feelings rising up from her now screaming ass.

“I like this. It hurts, but damn. Ouch! Ouch! Oh fuck! Grrrr. That’s it. It feels good now. Harder. I can feel it in my whole body, oh my god, harder!”

She was raving now, losing control. She purposely pulled against Isabella’s grip and shoved her ass out farther, hoping Isabella would hit her harder.

She waited in tense anticipation, feeling like a field horse, completely winded and gasping for a

deeper breath.

She stood there with her legs spread and her ass out in the open, her tears finally stopped, but her thighs felt like marmalade. She was shaking. But she was a good girl, so she waited.

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The spanking stopped as quickly as it started and the next thing Veronique knew, Isabella reached beneath her and placed her cupped hand on her now soaked mound. “God yes!”

She growled and Veronique grinded every bit of her pulsing wet flesh she could manage into Isabella’s hand, moaning like a tomcat in heat.

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Isabella purred as she thrust her other hand underneath Veronique’s top and began massaging her breasts and rock hard nipples at the same time. “That’s how I want you, nice and wet.” She rubbed her whole hand on her cunt. “And hard.”

She continued as she pinched her nipples and ran her fingers over her swollen areola.

Veronique crumpled again.

Isabella continued kneading her heaving

breasts, pushed her whole hand over her pussy, cupped her fingers together like she was

beckoning a small child and slowly curled all four of her fingers up into the valley of Veronique’s flooded slit and lips. She pulled it slowly, very slowly, to let her juices gather onto her fingers and this made Veronique moan even louder.

Isabella gently raised her hand into the sunlight streaming into the wagon through the three

windows. She watched her excitement dance

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around her dripping nails, fingers and even her palm. All were glistening. She opened her mouth and ran her fingers beneath her nose and inhaled Veronique’s heat, then shoved them in her own mouth and tasted the pungent and delicious

stickiness from her new friend. “Mmmmm,” she purred.

She took her hand and did it again, got it nice and wet and this time rubbed more of her juices all over Veronique’s ass cheeks. Delighted, she watched as the welts seemed to shine. Long red lines appeared where her fingers had left their mark. She bent down and kissed each one,

running her tongue along the line of seared skin, admiring both her hand prints and the firm round ass of her now trembling, still dripping, captive.

She wasn’t feeling gracious or gentle yet and instead rubbed Veronique’s juices around the inside of her thighs too, smearing the oils from her pussy lips like a healing salve into her delicate flesh.

Isabella smelled how hot she was and licked her lips again making the moistness on her lips more pungent and enticing. The warm, toasty smells of two very excited women filled the wagon and it was intoxicating to her. The smell of sex is a smell all its own and she wondered if Veronique liked it, too.

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deep enough to gag her. Veronique bobbed and gobbled and was soon sucking and slobbering all over her hand like a plump kitten licking cream.

Isabella let go of one of Veronique’s hands, which she held firmly behind her back, and

guided it to her own soft, soaked mound. She listened with pleasure as Veronique moaned and began exploring the silky flesh of her folds. Soon she felt the penetration of two fingers up inside her, rubbing and tweaking her pussy until she could hear the familiar sopping and slippery sounds from a woman who is hot, horny and

deliciously wet. She heard herself moan as she bit Veronique’s back hard on the top of her shoulder like a male lion holds down his female lover. She bit her all over her back and each time Veronique winced and moaned and grinded her ass against her to show her she loved it.

Isabella admired the white indentations of her teeth in the red marks rising to the surface of Veronique’s muscular backside. She returned the hairbrush to the vanity and picked up another one. It was a larger brush with a thick, fat handle that she found a few months ago in one of the dressing rooms in a theatre. She adored this brush and smiled at its girth and length. And how it did everything a perfect lover could do, except snuggle afterward. While Veronique massaged her slit and aching lips, Isabella held her hair in her hands and put the brush in front of her face so she 174

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could see it clearly.

Veronique’s eyes widened and she glanced at Isabella who squinted her eyes in mock anger.

“Open your mouth, my love. Wide!” She slid

the brush handle into Veronique’s waiting mouth and, at the same time, pushed her fingers up inside her pussy further until she could feel all of her deepest ridges and folds. She could even flick over and around her cervix with her longest fingertip any time she wanted. She made

Veronique slurp and gobble the end of the

hairbrush. With every push and pull of her

fingers, she was moaning louder and pushing her pussy harder against her hand.

Isabella pulled the brush from her mouth and it made a sexy, sucking sound. She pushed it into Veronique’s face so could see how wet and

slippery it had become. Isabella growled in her ear and slowly removed her four fingers from her now gushing slit, then brought them up and thrust them into Veronique’s slippery mouth.

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enjoying the taste of her excitement. The brush slid in easily and was all the way up inside her now. Veronique pulled her other arm free from Isabella’s grasp and clutched on to the side of the vanity desperately.

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“Oh God!” she was grunting and yelling now at her lover, then tensed up and collapsed,

temporarily spent. One of her hands was up inside Isabella’s delicious pussy and the other was holding onto the vanity for dear life!

She was playing and getting fucked at the same time and she screamed out in pleasure. Grunting loudly, Veronique tossed her head to the side so she was resting on the tablecloth with her mouth hanging open. Never had a woman ever made her feel what was coursing through her body and her mind.
Vulnerable, weak and hot
. Her long hair fanned out across her shoulders and she greedily licked her lips as she looked down to see Isabella fucking her now.

Isabella was slowly pulling the brush out of her slit, twisting it in circles as it escaped her moist, involuntary grip, then pushing it back up and inside her to the hilt. Or at least it felt like it must be as much as she could take. Deeply, slowly out, twisting, then up inside again. Each time she went a little further in until Veronique pushed back against her, grabbed the side of the vanity and plunged her own fingers deeper up inside

Isabella. “Give it to me. Give it all to me. Deeper, baby!”

She pushed it in harder as far as it would go.

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much force as she could. This seemed to trigger something in her lover. She fucked her harder now, deep and firm, until slurping and popping sounds filled the room and both of the women were screaming at each other in wanton

abandonment.

Veronique’s fingers worked with fury on

Isabella’s pussy and she smiled as Isabella shuddered. She felt warm gushes of love juice soak her fingers and palm as Isabella lost her balance and collapsed in an orgasmic heap over Veronique’s back. They stopped and relaxed, then took deep breaths and waited for Isabella to come back to earth.

Veronique slowly removed her sopping hand

from Isabella’s treasure and began licking her fingers again, getting every drop and smiling and moaning with pride. She felt the brush deep inside her and now Isabella’s hands were spreading her apart. She swooned again. But as soon as she felt Isabella’s hands loosen from her hair, she used the break from her punishment to shake out the

stinging in her ass as much as possible.

In a flash, she turned completely around so fast she almost knocked Isabella over, but quickly threw her hands down and grabbed two thick

handfuls of Isabella’s long hazelnut mane and held on tight, keeping her upright. She scrunched both fists together in two heaps of hair on both sides of her pretty head and pulled her back to her 177

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crotch before Isabella could do anything but look up at her with wide, wild eyes. Veronique smiled and watched as one last tear dropped like a star onto Isabella’s face.

Isabella looked up, confused and a little scared, but wriggled the brush up inside her making Veronique jump!

Veronique just stared hard into her bright green eyes and bent down and kissed her lightly on her forehead. “Now you stay right there, I’ve got something to show you.”

Isabella had no choice but to stay on her knees and could not move her head in any direction unless Veronique did it for her. Sure enough, Veronique yanked her around up and down and right and left several times just to remind her.

Isabella didn’t smile immediately.

Veronique could see in her eyes that she was still trying to figure out how she went from master to captor so quickly. Veronique watched with joy as the hand holding the brush moved up inside her and she once again began fucking her, but this time she could feel it lightly graze Isabella’s chin while she suckled and slurped on Veronique’s clit and lips at the same time.

Veronique was so impressed with her new

power, she smiled down at her lover and then, without as much as a squint or a smile, she placed a perfect slap across Isabella’s face louder than anything that had landed on her ass! “Yes! Now 178

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lick me good, and don’t stop fucking me either!”

They both understood who was in charge now.

Veronique spread her legs wider until she

could feel her thigh muscles just start to quiver from the strain. She adjusted her fistfuls of hair on her new toy and pulled Isabella’s face forcefully into her dripping mound. Isabella let out a moan and opened her mouth as wide as she could.

Veronique settled in, shaking both sides of her hair hard until she was perfectly still. “Stay,”

Veronique said with a smile.

She held her for a second, enjoying seeing her face so close to her throbbing clit, then gripped her hair hard and pulled her into her pussy hard and deep. Veronique laughed, grinding her slippery slit from her nose to her chin, laughing and giggling as she saw her excitement glistening all over Isabella’s face.

Isabella responded by moving the brush like a piston in and out, in and out, in and out.

“Now stick out your tongue, my beautiful

pussy licker, because my ass is
still
burning and I think you liked hurting me just a little too much.

I’ve got a lot more juice for you. Come here. Open up. Stick it out.”

Isabella pushed her tongue as far out as it would go and Veronique went to work. She

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the warm pad slurping up her slit and she almost collapsed and fell over completely. Her pussy was gripping the brush tightly with every thrust, her clit was sending shock waves through her body.

She felt her first orgasm coming and it came and went so fast she felt cheated.

Small shudders really, just a warm up
, she told herself with a grin and continued fucking

Isabella’s face. Another one came just as quickly.

“Oh…my…fucking …God! Uhhhh…Uhhhh..” In

less than a minute of pounding and licking she was there for the third time. “Stay right there, don’t you move, baby,” she commanded her lover, but she was actually pleading with her at the same time.

She had never experienced anything close to this feeling with her male lovers, no man would dare let her do this to them. She looked down and realized Isabella loved her new position as she worked the brush up inside her with a strong and steady stroke that was impressive and mind-blowing. Her eyes were closed and she was

shoving her tongue as far out as she could, then lapping up as much slippery, juicy pussy flesh as she could possible get into her hungry mouth.

She held her hair and face as tight as she could and made Isabella nod as she licked and moaned, licked and moaned, faster, at just the right spot and just the right amount of pressure. The brush moved in and out until Veronique’s heaving

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breaths matched Isabella’s fuck rhythm perfectly.

She stared down at her new lover, then pushed and pulled until she could feel herself building up to the big one. The one she was waiting for, the earth shaking orgasm that comes only after a few tremors and a lot of patience and discipline.

It began to surge from deep within her soul, up inside her from places no cock or fingers or hairbrush had ever touched. It was building up from the same place that made her grit her teeth when Diego ran his hands all over her inner thighs and made her explode with a flood she never knew she had building up inside her. It was also the same place that made her cream all over herself as she gobbled up Ahndray’s thick shaft that night by the river. It was the same place only she knew about from the time she began sinking her own fingers in her cute little vevee when she was only eleven years old.