Cruising the Band - Amber's Turn

This standalone story is the second chapter in the story of a small-town band (Dreamland) that is comprised of three siblings-- Debbie, thirty; Mark, twenty-six; and Amber, twenty-five. They got a last-minute booking on a cruise ship, replacing K. D. Lang who had to cancel unexpectedly. Once aboard, they realized it was an LBGTQ cruise, a cruise that changes their lives. It contains content of reluctance and submission. If this is in any way offensive, please find another story. If you read on, please enjoy. Special thanks to Kenji Sato for help with editing.

The band remained backstage after performing the opening act to watch Lila McCann and Chely Wright perform. It was an awesome experience to watch them interact with the crowd. Hearing 'Single White Female' and the crowd's reaction was remarkable.

Debbie, never tired of seeing other musicians perform from behind the scenes. In addition to being a great musician, Chely Wright was a sweetheart. She was polite, kind and patient with the staff, the fans, and with the other performers. Afterward, she was gracious enough to spend time with them and Lila. They shared thoughts on the show and ways to improve it.

Chely and Lila praised them for their cover of 'Constant Craving' and asked if they could join them next time.

"Oh my God, yes!" said Debbie. They all agreed to get together at rehearsals the next day and practice it. It was like a dream come true.

By the time they wrapped up, it was nearly two AM, and they were so pumped up, Mark and Brittney were debating hitting the dance bar or the casino, when Debbie said, "I am whipped, I'm going to bed."

Debbie was tired but also did not want to deal with the drunken duo of Susan and Lisa that late at night. She planned to keep her distance for the rest of the cruise-- they were getting a little too handsy for her liking, and she did not want to encourage them any further. She felt bad because she enjoyed flirting with them and the ego boost that came with it, but she wasn't gay, and it was wrong of her to indulge their fantasy.

"I'm going to bed, too," said Amber, as she peeked out from backstage to see Itzayana lingering in the auditorium for her.

Itzayana wore a red, skintight tank-club dress that cut low in front and back and clung to her thighs halfway to her knees. Her nipples made it clear she was braless, which was confirmed when she danced stage side during the show. Amber had also been drawn to the way it formed to her belly button, and when she turned, her ass outlined beautifully through the clinging fabric.

Her heart raced as she contemplated her next move, and her mind raced even faster. She had never done anything with a woman before, but that morning, she let her guard down and Itzayana did things to her she had never imagined.

That morning she had awoken slightly hung over after the band's first night performing in the piano bar. A night that unimaginably ended in a kiss between her and Itzayana. Her religious background told her it was wrong, but she had felt that kiss from head to toe.

It occurred to Amber that Debbie hit the nail on the head when she teased Amber about lesbianism being contagious. Prior to the cruise and meeting Itzayana, she had never had thoughts even remotely as intense toward any women.

It all came together in a perfect storm-- the rush of the cruise, the teasing with her siblings about 'what happens on the cruise ship, stays on the cruise ship'; the reaction of the crowd in the piano bar after their first performance was such a rush. Combine that with Itzayana-- her long, flowing sandy blonde hair, her accent, and those deep brown, almond-shaped eyes... and something happened inside of Amber.

The first time those eyes drew her gaze, she noticed her narrow nose with rounded tip and her unique septum ring. It was subtle and somehow sexy, even though Amber never really cared for nose piercings. Then those soft pink perfectly shaped lips added up to Amber's apprehensions dissolving away. After the kiss, she invited Itzayana back to her room, without thinking.

In the end, it was Itzayana who was able to control herself and not take advantage of her offer. She told her to sleep on it before taking the kiss any further. But that next morning, Itzayana was back and offered to 'help' her apply sunscreen. Her touch was too much, and she felt herself wanting more. She made one last weak attempt to resist but ultimately succumbed. The feeling of Itzayana cradling Amber in her lap on the daybed had been simply heavenly.

The feel of her breath on Amber's neck as their bodies pressed together sent tingling chills through her. She could recall the touch of Itzayana's breasts pressing against her back, as she let herself rest against Itzayana. Amber let her kiss her neck, holding her close as Itzayana's fingers began to caress her body. She had never felt such a deep stirring, and all from the simple caress of her gentle finger. The fingers her body would beg for, before Itzayana relented and slid beneath her bikini bottoms to bring her levels of bliss she had never experienced before.

She was thankful for the distraction of the first show on the main stage, but seeing Itzayana front and center, mouthing the words of 'Constant Craving', brought it all back to the forefront of her thoughts. Seeing her waiting patiently and recalling what surely had to be the best orgasm of her life, literally at Itzayana's hands, took away any desire to resist. She needed to know just what she meant by 'so many ways to please you.'

Unsure if the adrenalin of the show was the catalyst or not, Amber had clarity of thought at that moment, and it was that she would get Itzayana back to her room that night. She would feel those lips on hers and that warm firm body against hers. The growing tingling heat between her legs became an ache that could not be ignored.

"I'm gonna go say goodnight to the sorority girls, before I turn in," said Amber, trying to be nonchalant. "See you all on deck for breakfast at nine?"

Debbie and Brittney smiled but refrained from teasing her. Debbie had looked out to see Lisa and Susan waiting as well, but had already resolved to avoid them, at least for the night. It had been a long day, and she would not encourage them anymore.

Brittney and Mark were truly just too tired to think about anything but sleep.

"Sounds good. If we're not there, start without us," said Mark, looking truly whipped. "Great show tonight!"

"Friggin' awesome show and great crowd," replied Debbie. "'Night everyone."

Itzayana felt excitement, confidence, and a rush of moist heat when she saw Amber approaching. The expression on Amber's face was one of blushing desire, and her smile grew as she got closer.

"Good even-- I mean good morning," said Amber, feeling her cheeks heat up from the intensity of her blush.

Susan and Lisa were standing with her, obviously looking for Debbie. Their presence served as a welcome distraction to Amber. The butterflies in her tummy were almost overwhelming and the duo gave her cover from engaging Itzayana directly.

"Great show, Amber! You all were wonderful," said Susan. Lisa and Itzayana agreed.

"Is Debbie coming out?" asked Lisa.

"I think she is still feeling it from last night. She is a little under the weather tonight. She was going to go straight to bed," said Amber. "Mark and Brittney, too, I'm afraid," she added for good measure, before noticing Brenda was with them. She had heard of something going on between Brittney, Mark and Brenda earlier. So she was happy to cover for them as well.

She spent several minutes listening to their praises and signing autographs. She brought a few promotional pictures of herself and signed them for the sorority members. Itzayana's gaze never left her, and Amber felt the stare throughout her entire body.

Itzayana's eyes were drawn to the very distinct necklace Amber wore. It was a silver blade that hung vertically down the center of her chest. Though that was what first got her attention, the outfit she was wearing became etched in her mind forever. It was remarkable in its simplicity, but somehow sexier than the most elaborate lingerie. Amber wore a tight pair of Levi's with no belt, along with a long-sleeved light blue denim button-down, that didn't use even one button. The shirt was untucked, and the tails tied in a knot in front, exposing her midriff with not so much as a bulge at the waistband. Her navel was an innie that showed below the knot and Itzayana knew she needed to explore it with her tongue.

To top off the outfit, Amber had a navy bandana tied around her neck, with the knot in back and the point of the kerchief hanging center chest, covering the widest gap in her blouse. But what excited Itzayana the most was the position of the necklace. The bandana covered the silver chain that held an eight-inch, quarter-inch-wide silver blade that hung from the bottom of the bandana to the top of the knot in her shirt.

It was like a shimmering arrow pointing the way down the gap in her blouse to the treasure below. Itzayana had felt her beautifully warm, soft treasure earlier and would settle for nothing less than devouring the sweet, sticky prize that awaited beneath the silver beacon.

Her eyes could not take in enough of her, and she could barely manage to pull her eyes from her soft, white skin visible on her chest and tummy. She longed to remove the bandana, start at her bright red lips, then slowly and deliberately kiss her way down her neck, following the gap in her blouse down the necklace until she reached the knot. There, she would pull it loose, exposing the soft breasts that she had held in her hands just a few hours earlier.

She caught herself, with an open-mouthed gaze, staring helplessly at the innocent but undeniably sexy target of her desires. As she tried to recover her senses, she wondered for a brief second if she was actually the person being seduced. It just seemed impossible for someone to be so innocent, and yet, so mind-numbingly sexy.

She managed to make brief eye contact as Amber spoke to her sorority sisters, and saw Amber's cheek turn bright red before she averted her eyes. Itzayana's libido was in overdrive as a sense of overwhelming desire consumed her. What had started as simple flirtation with the source of that beautiful singing voice, had turned into a blazing passion that threatened to consume her with its heat. She was only twenty-seven, but at that moment, she knew what a hot flash must feel like. She imagined her whole body was as red as Amber's cheeks.

Itzayana felt a hand tug on her sleeve and turned to see Lisa, bobbing her head toward Amber. She had worked through the rest of the sisters and was turning her attention to Itzayana, who was transfixed on her belly button, when Lisa snapped her out of it.

The spell broken, she tried to recover her senses. "I could listen to your angel voice forever, Miss Amber."

"Thank you so much, Itzayana. We are so glad you all could make it," said Amber, trying not to look directly into her eyes. "Can I sign a picture for you?"

"Yes, thank you, Miss Amber. Still feeling better?" Itzayana knew only she and Amber would get the hidden meaning.

Itzayana looked at her brown eyes, darting subtly toward her before focusing on signing the picture.

Amber flipped it over and jotted something before handing it to her.

"Thanks to your help today, I feel like a new person." Amber saw the others watching them, while smiling naughtily. "Dehydration is a serious thing."

Amber loved the back and forth, looked at her calmly, and continued. "In fact, I'm a bit parched right now, I'd better get some more."

Amber reached out a hand and shook Itzayana's. "Thanks again for coming. Hope to see you soon." Then she turned and waved to the rest, "Goodnight, ladies. Thank you so much."

Next, she returned backstage, to get her bag, and take the back exit from the auditorium.

Itzayana flipped the picture to read the back and flushed with joy, as she read, 'Cabin 516, 45 minutes if you can make it.'

She would make it, but she had no desire to wait. She knew Amber would want to shower and change, but Itzayana needed to live out her fantasy of unwrapping that outfit slowly. And she also knew she wanted her real taste, not the soapy-scented version Amber wanted to present. Itzayana wanted her raw, salty-sweet flavor and natural scent. Amber brought out a primal hunger in her and it was time to feed.

As she returned to her cabin, Amber's heart pounded, trying to imagine what she would do if Itzayana showed up. She wondered what to wear. Pajamas seemed silly, but nothing she had brought seemed right for a late-night liaison. And what if she didn't come. As nervous as she was, there was no mistaking the looks Itzayana had given her during the show. And what happened on the daybed that morning made it obvious that Itzayana would be coming to see her.

When she turned the corner into the hallway to her room, she gasped at the sight of Itzayana already waiting at her door. She wasn't ready. They had kept the auditorium quite cool, but under the lights, performing always made her sweat at least a bit. But the smile on Itzayana's face, and those seductively hungry eyes pushed all that anxiety away.

"You're early," said Amber, as she stepped slowly closer. Their eyes fixed on one another and the air seemed suddenly thicker and breathing more labored. Amber swallowed hard and tried to speak. "I, ah, was going to shower..."

The fingers that had taken Amber to new heights of pleasure just hours before, rose up to Itzayana's lips and her index finger extended and touched them, signaling Amber to still herself.

Amber quieted and smiled, as Itzayana approached. When she spoke in that accent, Amber was powerless.

"I want to taste you raw, Miss Amber. I want to breathe in your full and natural scent..."

Amber began to lean forward to meet those lips again, but Itzayana stopped her.

"I want to feel your skin against mine, making love to you 'til we fall together, tired and covered in sweat."

Their lips touched and Amber whimpered as their tongues swirled, and they embraced urgently.

Amber suddenly felt weak in the knees, practically leaning on the tiny woman who stirred such powerful passion in her. She did not want to ruin the moment, but the things Itzayana just described could not be done in the hallway. She fumbled for the key card and as she opened the door, they nearly fell inside, but only stumbled and regained footing without breaking the kiss.

They kissed passionately, hands roaming and heads moving side to side as their lips and tongues seemed to meld together. Amber moved her hands to the knot on her shirt. She needed to shed their clothing and feel only skin between them. But Itzayana's hand grasped her and stopped her.

Then she gripped Amber's head in her hands and looked her in the eye. "I want to undress you, Miss Amber. These clothes make me want you all night. You tease me with skin showing, begging for me to kiss."

She plunged her tongue into Amber's mouth and walked her backward toward the bed. Amber grunted and panted as her pent-up desires were finally being unleashed. They kissed passionately as she surrendered to the hot-blooded Latina, who played her like a virtuoso.

When her legs hit the bed, Itzayana wrapped an arm around Amber's back and eased the taller woman slowly back onto the bed, never breaking the kiss, heads shifting and tongues dancing frantically. Both were panting and moaning with lustful pleasure.

Amber loved the taste of her, the feel of her tender lips and scent of her perfume. Her anxiety about not showering had fled her mind the second, their lips met, and she felt Itzayana's rabid desire. She managed to wiggle her boots off, using the toe of one on the heel of the other, then her toes on the second boot.

As she lay back, Itzayana straddled her and climbed on top of her, kissing her and gently pushing her further onto the bed. Amber wiggled her way up until her heels were on the mattress. When she stopped, Itzayana cupped her cheek and continued to explore her mouth with her remarkable tongue.

Itzayana worked the bandana free and slipped it off of Amber's neck, then began to kiss her neck as she spoke to her between kisses.

"Oh, my angel, I have wanted this all night," she panted and kissed. "You tease me with this blouse," she kissed again.

And Amber moaned as the hot breath on her neck sent tingling waves down her spine. Amber tilted her head, surrendering her tender neck.

"I have been wet for you, wanting to kiss my way down the skin between your blouse, and untie that knot that kept me from seeing all of you." She kissed her some more, moving slowly toward the front of her neck.

"Oh, Itzayana, I want you so much," the taller brunette groaned, as she cupped the back of her blonde head, encouraging her to keep kissing.

"Skin like an angel," the Latina said between kisses, and began to kiss lower. "Even better than I dreamed."

Amber whimpered as those lips tickled her skin, sending tingling waves of pleasure into her steaming pussy. "Oh yes, your lips are so--"

"Hungry for you," panted Itzayana, kissing lower. "All of you, my angel."

Itzayana fought the urge to pull the top open and kiss her breasts. She had imagined undressing her a certain way and she would follow her plan. When she arrived at the necklace, she marveled at its uniqueness and how it had aroused her all evening. She kissed her gently at the top of the long silver blade.

"This shiny silver arrow pointing to your beautiful pink flower teased me all night. I must follow its command."

Amber panted, caressing her soft blonde hair, gyrating her hips at the thought of those heavenly lips reaching their target. Everything about Itzayana excited her. Her words, her accent, her touch, her scent, and most of all-- her eyes.

Amber trembled and whimpered as she felt the tip of Itzayana's tongue trace down the length of the necklace blade. She looked down as Itzayana locked eyes and she teased her tongue back up the length of the necklace. A loud, whimpering moan escaped Amber as those hungry eyes penetrated her mind, nearly pushing her to a climax without being touched.

When Itzayana reached the top of the blade, she picked her head up and smiled, knowing she was in complete control. She let her breath wash over Amber's exposed skin as she moved still lower and kissed the skin between the necklace and the shirt-tail knot.

"You taste heavenly, my angel," whispered Itzayana, as she kept her eyes on Amber's while she jumped over the knot to the strip of skin between the shirt and her waistband.

Itzayana relished the look of desperation in Amber's eyes, as she kissed her way from side to side on her delicately soft tummy. Amber's whimpers grew more intense as Itzayana mixed in a lap of her tongue between each kiss. She grinned up at her and ran her tongue the width of her hips along the edge of her waistband.

Amber's head rolled back, and hips pushed up to meet her tongue. "Oh please," whimpered Amber.

"Please what, my angel?" teased Itzayana.

Amber wanted to scream, 'eat my pussy now 'til I come on that gorgeous face,' but instead, whispered. "Please don't stop."

"I have not yet begun, my angel," replied Itzayana. Unable to resist her belly button any longer, she kissed it, then swirled her tongue inside it, causing Amber to spasm from the chills that shot through her body.

"OH God!" she squeaked, quivering at Itzayana's touch.

Itzayana pressed her tongue against her belly button as she used both hands to untie the knot and pull open Amber's shirt. Next, she ran her tongue up her belly toward her right breast. Amber raised her body to meet her as her tongue moved higher, whimpering, knowing where she was heading with those delicate lips.

The tongue moved up her breast and circled her areola before her kiss landed warmly on her stiffening nipple. Amber gasped and moaned when Itzayana's hand gripped her breast, and her tongue swirled before playfully nibbling her nipple.

She could only repeat her sigh of pleasure, "Oh, Itzayana," signaling her surrender.

"Soft angel breasts, with stiff devilish nipples..." Itzayana switched hands and moved to her left breast, pinching her evil little nipple before kissing and tonguing it.

After ravaging her breasts, Itzayana needed the blouse gone, so she straddled her and sat up. Sliding a hand under the shoulder of the shirt, she began pushing it off one shoulder at a time. Amber helped by pulling her arm through and when she was free, Itzayana stretched out her legs between Amber's and began ravenously kissing her again, then she moved to her neck and shoulders kissing both sides thoroughly, before returning to her breasts.

Amber felt a soaking-wet ache between her legs and wanted her jeans off. Her hands returned to Itzayana's head gently pushing her lower.

"Patience, angel," she whispered between kisses, refusing to be pushed.

A high-pitched squeak of urgency escaped Amber's throat, as she wriggled her body in desperation. Itzayana smiled as she began to work her way back to her belly. When she circled her belly button, Amber moaned, and Itzayana reached for the button on Amber's Levi's. Amber cooed her consent.

Once the button was undone, Itzayana straddled Amber's thighs and sat upright. With two hands, she worked the zipper as she smiled down at Amber. "Can we get these off of you, angel?" she teased, with those eyes looking at her seductively.

Amber replied with a whimpering nod, swallowing hard in anticipation.

"I have been dreaming of your sweet flower's nectar all day, my angel. So heavenly warm and soft..." Itzayana gripped the flaps of her jeans, slid her fingers under the waistline of her panties, slipped her hands out to Amber's hips, and began to pull.

Amber pushed her pelvis toward the ceiling and rocked them side to side, helping her peel the tight pants down.

As the dark-haired singer's muff came into view, Itzayana hummed. "You will let me taste you, yes?" asked Itzayana mockingly, with her sexy smile.

"Oh, please, Itzayana."

"Beg for it, angel," she replied, as she knee-walked herself down the bed wrangling Amber's pants over her hips.

"Please, Itzayana," she pleaded.

"Tell me what you want, angel," said Itzayana, puckering her lips as she pulled the pants lower.

"I want to feel those lips..."

Itzayana smiled and worked the pants past her knees.

"Where, my angel?" She continued, as she slid off the bed and stood up. Then Itzayana pulled the pants up to her chest, raising Amber's legs as they clung to her ankles.

"Please, kiss my pussy, Itzayana," begged Amber, feeling somehow liberated by saying it out loud.

As the pants cleared her feet, Amber's legs fell back to the bed and Itzayana gazed at her. She giggled as Amber covered her breasts with her forearms and rested her hands under her chin.

"Don't cover yourself, Miss Amber, I want to see my beautiful angel."

Amber let her arms fall to her side, blushing.

"Much better my angel. Now, will you open your flower to me again?"

Amber complied and spread her legs, slowly bending her knees and bringing her heels closer to her ass. Amber watched Itzayana's eyes widen, mesmerized by her engorged, glistening labia, slowly peeling apart as she spread.

"Very good, my angel," said Itzayana, leaning forward to crawl on the bed. "You tempt me like the devil, Miss Amber."

Itzayana's lips glistened in the low light of the single lamp Amber had left on. She reminded Amber of a drooling animal closing in on its prey. Itzayana kissed her left knee, then slowly kissed her inner thigh, moving closer to the prize. Amber whimpered when those soft, warm lips tickled the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

Moving closer, Itzayana took a slow, deep breath through her nose and hummed her arousal. "Such a fragrant flower, my angel."

Amber whined and puffed, as those precious pink lips kissed close enough to feel the blonde beauty's breath wash over her wetness.

She kissed the crease between mons and thigh, causing Amber to whine and push her pelvis toward Itzayanna's mouth.

"Oh, but there is more to explore, my angel," she taunted, letting her lips tease her muff as she moved to the right knee and kissed her way back down.

Amber gave a frustrated puff and let her ass fall back to the bed, and she propped herself up on her elbows, looking pleadingly down at Itzayana.

"Is my angel having a, how you say, tantrum?"

"Please, Itzayana," she begged, with a cracking voice.

Itzayana kissed slowly closer again, caressing her outer thigh as she continued. She kept her eyes fixed on Amber's, this time grinning between kisses. Amber's neck craned forward, and her mouth hung open, willing Itzayana to get to her target.

"What do you want, my angel?" she asked, stopping for just a moment to force a response.

"Please eat my pussy, Itzayana, I'll do anything."

"Is that a promise?"

"Yes! Please!"

Amber trembled, as Itzayana's breath flushed across her spread labia, letting out a long groan; her mouth hung wide, and her lips were quivering.

Itzayana's tongue extended and her head lowered, her tongue tip gently tickled her labia and drew slowly up the length of her slit, ever so slightly touching her. Amber's eyes closed and she sighed in a quaking exhale, rolling her pelvis forward to make full contact with her tongue.

"Your nectar is so sweet, my angel. May I have more?" she continued to taunt, backing up slightly.

"Please!" squeaked Amber, thrusting her hips higher.

Itzayana wrapped her hands under and around Amber's thighs, as she wiggled her body closer and took a firm, steady lick up her length.

"Oh yes! Itzayana feels so-- hah!" yelled Amber, as she looked down at those eyes staring into hers, while that beautiful mouth pressed its warm softness into her steaming heat. "Oh yes please, I need that so... Ah!"

Itzayana pulled up. "You taste like heaven, my angel, can you please come in my mouth?"

As she made contact again, Amber began to rock her hips. She had needed to come again since the second Itzayana withdrew her fingers from her earlier in the day. "Yes, please Itzayana, I love what you do to me. Please make me, hah!"

Itzayana began to bob her head, wildly licking up and down, pausing to swirl her tongue on Amber's rock-like clit.

"Oh! God! Itz-- ah!" Amber's head rolled back, and her arms went to her side, as her torso collapsed back onto the bed and her hips rolled.

Itzayana's pace quickened again, and Amber gripped a handful of the bedspread in each hand and screamed at the ceiling, in the throes of an earth-shattering climax.

Itzayana's arms squeezed Amber's thighs and pulled her face harder into her oozing pussy. Her head moved ravenously, refusing to slow as she felt Amber spasm in her grasp, with screams of pleasure echoing through the cabin. Amber could feel herself being pushed to the limit and sensed what would happen if Itzayana didn't stop.

She released her grip on the bed and pushed Itzayana's head to get some relief. It only made the fiery Latina grip Amber's thighs even tighter, and mumble, "Huh-uh, huh-uh," into her pussy.

Unable to control it, Amber squirted a series of five quick blasts of cum coated Itzayana's face and hair. But her tiny partner with the unending appetite devoured her mercilessly.

Beneath the echoing screams of bliss, the sloshing sound of Itzayana's face grinding in Amber's gushing cunt drove Itzayana to milk her quarry's climax to the edge of Amber's endurance.

Amber was reduced to a defenseless, convulsing vessel of pleasure, never wanting it to end, but unable to endure it any longer, for fear of a complete system meltdown. Her screams seemed to come from outside her body and her limbs trembled as if she were on the verge of hyperthermia.

As the last gush of cum subsided and she had sufficiently quenched her thirst, Itzayana slowed her pace and moved her focus from Amber's clit, to sucking in her sticky, sweet juices.

Amber gasped for breath, repeating, "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," with each chest-heaving exhale.

Itzayana smiled into Amber's engorged pussy, savoring her taste, and basking in the feeling of satisfaction that filled her from knowing she was the cause of Amber's bliss. She held on, continuing to lick her clean as Amber began to recover. Her body began to relax, and Itzayana released her grip on Amber's thighs. She gazed up at Amber, watching her chest rise and fall, waiting for Amber to recover enough to look her way. She felt like she would never tire of feeling her tongue engulfed by Amber's buttery-soft folds and tasting her tangy sweetness.

Eventually, Amber looked down at the mysterious beauty savoring her most intimate parts and could hardly believe it.

"Oh, Itzayana, you make me feel so damned good. I've never..."

Amber was at a loss for words, as Itzayana's eyes seemed to smile at her even though her face and hair were coated with Amber's cum. She was embarrassed, but in awe that it did not seem to faze the blonde Latina in the slightest.

After a moment, Itzayana kissed her way up Amber's body, enjoying the pale softness of Amber's skin. She crawled her way up, stopping for a moment at her breasts again. They were smaller than Itzayana's, but more than filled her hands as she gripped them, kissing and nibbling her nipples.

Amber was completely relaxed, enjoying the sensation. Men seemed to grope them roughly, but Itzayana knew the line that could cross over to pain and never touched it.

Finally, she crawled her way up Amber's body and as she lowered to kiss her, Amber responded hungrily and deeply, moaning as she tasted her own cum from Itzayana's mouth. She even went as far as lapping her tongue around Itzayana's lips as they shifted to taste it even more.

Itzayana felt another rush, knowing Amber liked the taste. Her dress had crawled up her thighs when she straddled Amber and part of her ass cheeks were peeking out. Amber's hands soon found them as she let them roam over Itzayana's body, touching a woman's body for the first time.

She groaned and slid her fingers under Itzayana's panties, then gripped her tight little buns firmly. Itzayana groaned and ground herself against Amber, urging her to reach further. Amber slid her fingers between Itzayana's buns and curled her fingers into her wetness. Itzayana's reaction sent Amber into a passionate frenzy, as Itzayana's left knee slid up the bed, past Amber's hip and on up her side, spreading her pussy to encourage Amber's touch.

Amber needed no more prompting, and began sliding her middle and index fingers down her ass crack, then splitting her labia, as her fingers melted between her lips.

Itzayana broke the kiss and buried her face into Amber's neck, moaning as her angel's fingers finally touched her where she needed it.

"I've never felt anything so warm and soft, Itzayana," whispered Amber. Her left hand caressed her back and buns, pulling her dress higher each time, as her right continued to move from her steamy wetness up her ass crack then back down to her spread pussy, where she teased penetration only to pull back.

"Oh you feel so good, Itzayana, your skin is like silk," and as her hand slid back down her middle finger, curled inside her. "You're so wet, and so tight."

She felt Itzayana's open mouth press against her neck and moan as her finger slipped inside her.

"Oh, my angel," gasped Itzayana, before kissing Amber's neck.

Her hips rolled as Amber pushed deeper inside her, and Amber was not sure what to do next. She'd never been with a woman, and there were so many possibilities. She wanted to taste her, but was terrified she might not be good at it. On the other hand, Itzayana was practically fucking her fingers, and it felt so good inside her, touching her in such an intimate way.

She knew she wanted the dress off, so with her left hand she gripped it and pulled it up. Itzayana raised her body up to assist, but as Amber struggled, Itzayana quickly moved her right knee up, straddled Amber, sat up with her pussy touching Amber's mons, and pulled the dress over Itzayana's head and tossed it.

Amber's hands glided up her firm tummy to her C-cup-sized breasts, and realized Itzayana was nearly twice as big. When Itzayana leaned back down and began kissing Amber again, Amber reluctantly released her silky soft breasts, wrapped her arms around Itzayana and returned the kiss.

Their naked bodies pressed together, and Itzayana lay on top of her with her legs spread outside of Amber's. Itzayana had slipped her hands under Amber's shoulders, where they were pinned between her shoulders and the mattress. Their breasts pressed together as Amber's hands were drawn to her lover's ass again. Her buns were firm, and her skin like satin, making Amber feel like her hands were where they were meant to be. They kissed passionately as her hands roamed over her curves from her lower back to her upper thighs.

They continued for a long moment, and Amber relished the feel of their skin touching from head to toe. Then, Itzayana surprised her by once again bringing her left knee up high, spreading herself open before gripping Amber's right hand and placing it on the crack of her ass.

Again, Amber followed her lead and slid her fingers down her crack over her little sphincter, causing a gasp from Itzayana and a little push of her ass skyward. Amber had never touched anyone there before, but noted Itzayana's reaction, as her fingers continued down to her wetness.

Itzayana moaned as her conquest's fingers split her pussy lips, first down then back up the length of her split. "I love touching you, Itzayana," whispered Amber.

Itzayana hummed, "Um-huh", as she reengaged their kiss.

Amber rubbed from her clit to her ass crack, spreading Itzayana's wetness as she stroked. Each time she pulled her fingers back, Itzayana moaned as Amber touched her asshole.

This confused Amber, having never touched another woman sexually, she was surprised by Itzayana's reaction. To test it, Amber lingered briefly with her finger pressing on her little bud, and Itzayana pushed herself toward Amber's finger. When Amber felt her sphincter start to give way, she pulled quickly back without penetrating her and moved her pussy. She was still afraid she was misreading her signals.

She had to admit she was fascinated feeling Itzayana's little wrinkled hole; like a child with a new toy, her fingers wanted to touch it again. But as she slid back into her pussy, she was in awe of how perfectly round and smooth the walls of her vagina felt. Everything was so new, strange, and exciting, but not like she had imagined. Yet all that mattered, really, was Itzayana's bliss. She wanted to give her as much pleasure as she had just experienced, if that were even possible.

She worked two fingers in and out of Itzayana's pussy as her hips rolled. "I love being inside you, Itzayana," panted Amber.

Itzayana kissed her harder, then moved back to her neck, and Amber felt Itzayana's pussy clamp down on her fingers. "My pussy can bite too, my angel."

"You feel so good," sighed Amber, overwhelmed by the feel of their breasts and bellies touching and the softness of her skin as her left hand caressed her firm round ass. "I never want to stop touching you."

She recalled how Itzayana had teased her and decided that maybe that was what Itzayana wanted. So she pulled back out and dragged her wetted fingers back up her ass crack, with a tease of her little rose bud. Itzayana pushed herself against the finger and cooed like a dove, and with that cue, Amber pushed her finger slowly inside her.

Itzayana sighed, "I think my angel has a naughty side."

Her little Spanish temptress rocked her hips so sexily in response to her finger, Amber moaned along with her. She had never imagined doing that to anyone, but Itzayana clearly liked it, and began to rub her wetness on Amber's right hip, coating her skin with her juices. She could feel her labia spread as Itzayana gyrated slowly.

Itzayana's head rose up and she looked into Amber's eyes. "I think there is some demon in you, Miss Amber," she said with a smile, before kissing her passionately.

Amber worked her middle finger slowly in and out her tight little sphincter, and extended her others to her pussy, but could barely reach her soaked pussy lips. Her own pussy heated at the feel of the Latin beauty moving so smoothly and sexily. Itzayana's kisses stoked a fire in Amber's belly that threatened to consume her.

Then, Itzayana broke the kiss and looked at her with those eyes again, as her pussy rubbed her harder. "I have more holes, and you have more fingers, my demon."

With that, Itzayana kissed her slowly and sensually as her hips pressed harder and continued her rhythmic motion.

Amber extended her left hand, but it could not reach since Itzayana clung to Amber's right hip. So she pulled out, extended her right hand, and curled her fingers into her hungry pussy.

Itzayana moaned into Amber's mouth as she began to work her fingers in and out. Then she moved her thumb toward her asshole and wiggled it against her.

Her paramour whimpered and she continued to swirl her thumb against her tight wrinkles. As she pressed and retreated, Itzayana's moans grew more intense until she broke the kiss and looked at her again.

"No more teasing, demon, you know where I need that finger. You need to make me come, Miss Amber," commanded Itzayana, before her tongue slid deep into Amber's mouth.

Amber pulled out of her one last time, spreading her juices over her rosebud, before plunging her fingers back in and pressing her thumb firmly into her new lover's hungry ass.

Itzayana moaned, "Um-huh, um-huh," as her hips rolled faster and faster. She broke the kiss and pressed her cheek to Amber's neck, panting hard as her hips frantically, rubbed her pussy against her angel's silky skin.

"Oh Am-ber!" she squealed, as Amber used her musical talents to plunge her fingers at a quintuplet beat to Itzayana's hips.

She struggled to match Itzayana's motion and maintain her quint beat. But she managed, and no other instrument she had ever played made such a pleasing sound as Itzayana's blissful reverberations echoing through the room.

Itzayana's head rested on Amber's shoulder as she rabidly rubbed her clit against her warm, satiny skin. She could no longer speak as a long-building climax was taking her. Puffs of hot breath washed over Amber's neck as high-pitched moans blared from what earlier looked like the most peaceful delicate lips she had ever seen.

Amber was overwhelmed by so many new sensations; she felt the throbbing tingle between her legs growing to a nearly orgasmic levels as each thrust of Itzayana's hips rocked her body, pressing her labia together and jarring her clit as she felt Itzayana's rock-hard button slamming her hip.

The intensity of Itzayana's climax was one of the most exhilarating feelings of her life. The beautiful woman who had, somehow, mesmerized her was as helpless as she was to hold back the animal attraction that consumed them both.

As Amber's hand tired, the rush of hot cream that coated her fingers drove her to continue until finally, Itzayana's screams of pleasure crescendoed and she rolled off to Amber's right side spinning off of Amber's fingers. She crawled up and rested her head on Amber's shoulder, with her right arm and thigh draped across Amber.

"Are you sure this is your first time, Miss Amber? No one has ever taken my ass on a first date," she asked, as she panted, regaining her breath.

Amber was stunned. She would never have imagined what had just happened, but even so, to categorize a finger as 'taking her ass' seemed excessive. However, she thought if the situation were reversed, she might very well categorize it the same way. She was in a panic, thinking she really did misread her signals.

"You somehow know just what excites me, my demon angel, I can keep no secrets from you," she said. "No one has ever made me come some hard on a first date... or a second date... or a third date."

Itzayana's fingers began to caress Amber's tummy.

Just like that, Amber's paranoia passed, and she closed her eyes, focusing on Itzayana's touch. Her confidence level grew, and she realized she still wanted to repay the glorious tongue lashing Itzayana gave her, despite her fear of not being good at it. She wanted to feel what it was like to bring as much pleasure with her mouth. After building up to it, she took a deep breath and asked the question.

"Itzayana, may I please taste you?" she asked, without opening her eyes.

"Oh, my angel is so shy, why do I think the demon hides behind that question?" teased the heavenly Spanish voice.

Amber dared not look into those eyes, or she would have been surely lost forever.

"You have my taste on those devilish fingers, Miss Amber. Taste them and tell me if you want to feed from the source. I think that demon tongue might just devour me."

Amber complied without thinking, bringing her fingers toward her mouth.

"Look at me when you taste me, Miss Amber, please," whispered Itzayana, her lips tickling the blonde singer's ear.

Itzayana propped her head up with her palm on her ear and elbow on the mattress, smiling seductively as Amber's eyes opened. Amber whimpered as those alluring brown eyes with the perfect eyebrows took her gaze and held it.

Itzayana's mouth opened in anticipation, as she watched Amber move the two fingers that had been inside her toward her bright red lips. Itzayana's lips puckered as if she were receiving the fingers herself. She watched Amber's lips close on the fingers and cheeks pull in from the suction.

That moment confirmed in Amber's mind that she wanted nothing more than to smother her tongue in Itzayana's folds and to taste her from the source. She hummed as the salty sweetness infiltrated her taste buds and stoked the burning between her legs.

Itzayana's eyes brightened with the realization that Amber was hers and soon would prove it. She watched in awe as Amber sucked the fingers clean and when she removed them, to Itzayana's surprise, Amber breathed in deeply, as the thumb that had penetrated her most taboo orifice brushed slowly past her nostrils.

"You are a little demon, aren't you, Miss Amber? Tell me what you want," she commanded in a wispy, sensual voice.

"I want to taste your sweet pussy, Itzayana. I want to feel my tongue melt into you like my finger did," pleaded Amber, losing herself in those eyes. "I want to taste you coming in my mouth, please."

"You make me so happy, my angel, but first I want you to meet my favorite finger, Miss Amber."

Itzayana's hand moved to Amber's mouth, and hovered for a moment, as Amber instinctively let her lips part, anticipating her fingers. But Itzayana gently touched the tip of her septum and traced her fingertip down to meet her top lip and followed her lips around her mouth, lightly touching with only one finger.

This is the finger that touched your clit this morning and later mine after we parted. I used it to make myself come as I remember how you opened yourself to me. You excite me so much, I needed relief before hearing your angel voice again, at the show.

Amber's lips parted and she took the finger into her mouth. When it touched her tongue, Itzayana continued.

"Hello, angel tongue. My finger would like to show your beautiful, red lips and that naughty tongue where to go on my body."

Amber whimpered and nodded, as the finger pulled out and slid down to Amber's neck. Itzayana's eyes held Amber transfixed, as the finger traced the route Amber would soon follow with her obedient mouth. She had imagined exploring Itzayana's body since their daybed encounter earlier in the day.

The finger moved to her shoulders, zig-zagging its way down her chest, to her breasts. Each time Amber moaned, Itzayana's lips puckered slightly, in sympathetic understanding.

Amber's chest rose as the finger reached her breast and spiraled around her breast, until it circled her nipple. "You are sensitive there too, so I hope you understand the need for you to linger..."

The finger circled her nipple and teased it even stiffer. "You like this too, don't you, Miss Amber."

Amber squeaked and nodded, unable to break the gaze of those catlike brown eyes. Her moans grew more intense as the finger moved to her other breast and repeated the path. Next, Itzayana's leg withdrew from Amber's pelvis as the finger swirled her tummy and finished rimming her belly button.

Amber's tummy convulsed up and down as the tickling finger sent tingling waves from her belly to her throbbing pussy. Amber whined, wanting Itzayana's lips on hers, but instead, she held her head just out of range, eyes locked on Amber's, loving being in control.

As the finger traced its way to the top of her muff, Amber's hips rolled. Amber could imagine following the path down Itzayana's body, planting gentle kisses, and tracing her tongue over her most sensitive spots.

"Please let me taste you, Itzayana," she pleaded.

"Soon, my angel, but the finger must show you the way, first." Itzayana grinned, drunk with power.

Amber was entranced, as her hips rolled helplessly, willing the finger lower and Itzayana complied, slowly. It traced its way around her well-manicured bush and up her inner thigh. Amber took her left knee out to the side, opening herself for her tormentor.

"I love when the flower opens for me, my angel."

The finger traced her inner thigh just around her mons, then jumped to the other side, before swirling through her bush, circling her labia without touching them.

Amber's mouth hung open ready to release her moan of approval when the finger finally touched her labia. Itzayana smiled as the finger ever so softly moved up the length of her labia. She stopped just shy of Amber's clit then back down separating her lips and melting into her wetness.

The angel voice sang out in a high-pitched quivering song of bliss.

"I want those angel soft lips and that devilish tongue right here, Miss Amber," as the finger moved to her clit.

"Oh yes, please!" begged Amber, only her thoughts shifted from using her mouth to pleasure her lover, to needing the finger to finish what it started.

Her hips rolled and her moans echoed.

"Oh, angel, I'm not sure my clit can get this hard," teased Itzayana.

Amber screamed out on the verge of another climax.

Those eyes held hers as she was at the mercy of the blonde vixen who brought unimaginable pleasure.

"I give you just one finger, Miss Amber, and you give me your beautiful, hungry body completely..."

"Yes, please Itzayana!" screamed Amber, as her hips pressed toward the ceiling.

"Can you show me how hard your mouth will make me come, my angel."

"Oh God, yes! Coming so hard, Miss Itz-eye-ah-na!"

The finger pressed hard on her clit, in tiny relentless circles. Her back arched, pressing herself against the lone finger that controlled her body, the finger that had been inside Itzayana, and had then brought her overwhelming pleasure.

The expression on Itzayana's face was one of pure delight, only adding to the overwhelming bliss that gripped Amber's mind and body. Amber's mouth was wide open, and her shouts of bliss went uncontained. Once again, her body surrendered as jets of cum erupted in rhythmic blasts from her electrified pussy.

"Oh yes, my angel, show me," panted Itzayana.

Amber's body spasmed with each squirt until she collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent. Then the finger gave in and let the others join in stroking her soft, soaked labia slowly as Amber caught her breath and gained her composure.

"Oh, Itzayana, no one's ever..." Amber looked into those smiling eyes and shook her head with a subtle smile and complete loss for words.

"I know, my angel," replied Itzayana, as she finally moved in for a kiss.

After a moment, Amber decided it was time, and rolled them both, until she was on top and sat astride Itzayana. Amber was upright with her pussy lips touching Itzayana's muff and palms on her abs. She looked down at her, hungrily, with confidence after Itzayana had mapped out exactly what she wanted.

Amber leaned forward, straddling her lover, on all fours with her face hovering over Itzayana's.

She lowered her head so their lips could meet. Amber fluttered with excitement, relishing the thought of returning the favor and this time, she was in the driver's seat. She could hardly believe what had just happened, but knew she wanted more. Needed more, like an addict needed her fix.

Their tongues twirled and she slowly moved to her neck and shoulders, crawling backwards on all fours as she kissed and lapped with her tongue, to her chest and began to circle her breasts.

"I love kissing you, Itzayana," whispered Amber, as she planted feathery kisses around the base of her breast and spiraled her way toward her nipple. Her hand moved to grip her breasts, and she again realized how much larger she was than herself; two hands could barely contain one breast.

She gently squeezed and kneaded Itzayana's breast, as her lips and tongue worked her nipple. When Itzayana sighed and her chest heaved, Amber felt a rush of added confidence.

"Angel lips feel so soft," gasped Itzayana.

As Amber pressed her tongue against her erect nipple and waggled it side to side, Itzayana hummed her encouragement. When she continued, Amber's own arousal grew, and she realized the reality of exploring Itzayana was even better than her imagination. Every gentle kiss created a sigh of contentment for the object of her desires. Every swirling lap of her tongue resulted in a moan and push back from Itzayana's willing body. Each reaction from Itzayana defied physics. It did not produce an equal and opposite reaction in Amber, but a stronger and deeper reaction in Amber's body.

She followed the path Itzayana had provided, moving to her other breast then on to her silken belly, lingering at her belly button allowing her tongue tip to explore the wrinkles and crannies.

Itzayana wiggled as the tingling sensation radiated through her loins and her abs spasmed from the delicate contact and warm breath that flooded over her. Then Amber pressed a knee between her thighs and nudged them open, making room for both knees between Itzayana's legs.

Amber breathed in her scent and the urgency grew. She wanted to drop straight down and plunge her tongue into Itzayana's hot wetness, but resisted the urge, determined to stay on the path Itzayana had laid out for her. She moved slowly and methodically, savoring the scent and soothing warmth of her lover's body. Her tongue relished the salty taste of the Latina's skin, after a night of dancing and bouncing along with the crowd.

She cooed as her chin brushed the soft hairs of Itzayana's muff and moved her lips close to kiss the border of her trimmed bush. The musky scent of her sex made Amber's lips tremble as she first kissed the satin-like skin of Itzayana's inner thigh. Amber breathed in deeply through her nose, letting the tingling wave flow through her body with each breath before releasing her hot breath across her target.

Kissing her inner thigh, Amber's cheek brushed her wet labia and they both moaned together. With that, Amber's patience was gone. She looked into Itzayana's eyes, lying flat between her legs with her forearms resting between her thighs. Then she extended her tongue and split her labia, running her tongue up the length of her crack, stopping short of her clit, for a bit of revenge.

"I think my angel is really a demon," groaned Itzayana, as the tongue made a second pass, pushing in further.

Amber moaned, as the powerful flavor penetrated her taste buds. "I love how you taste, Itzayana," she said, between licks.

"Oh, angel," moaned Itzayana, as she raised her knees and opened herself up further.

Amber repositioned and wrapped arms around Itzayana's thighs. She licked firmly but slowly, savoring her taste and determined to build her lover's climax slowly. After several firm licks, she extended her tongue and wiggled it into the Latina's tight little hole, soaking her nose and cheeks as she tongue-fucked someone for her first time.

Itzayana's moans made Amber's body tingle, encouraging her further. Her tongue explored Itzayana's vulva, kissing and licking from the crease of her thighs and outer labia to her pubis, observing her lover's reaction with each touch. She teased and sucked her clitoral hood, sucked and nibbled her tangy-sweet pussy lips, slowly picking up the pace as Itzayana's groans intensified.

"No more teasing, demon angel, please make me come," whispered Itzayana, with a tone of desperation.

Her hand moved to Amber's head, and she guided her to focus her attention to her clit. Amber complied, sucking it in.

"Oh yes, angel, tease with your tongue," moaned Itzayana, as Amber complied. "Oh yes! Ah! Finger-fuck-me-please!" she squealed, in broken gasps.

Amber quickly slipped in two fingers and rapidly pumped them in and out, faster and harder, as Itzayana's moans intensified and her hips seemed to vibrate, in a climactic quiver.

"Yes, yes, oh God, angel! Coming-so-hard! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Itzayana pulled Amber's face against her soaked pussy, as she moved her mouth in tiny circles, sucking on the hard nub of Itzayana's clit, flicking it rapidly with her tongue tip. Itzayana spasmed and shivered as the orgasm gripped her.

Amber moaned, her own pussy throbbing from the joy of pleasing her beautiful Spanish lover. The look of desperation in those amazing eyes excited Amber beyond words. She felt on the verge herself, as she relished the taste of that sweet, gushing come.

Itzayana seemed overwhelmed and moved her hands to push Amber off, but she resisted, Amber clamping her arms to the shorter Latina's thighs and milking her climax for just a few more seconds, before releasing her grip. When she backed away, Amber was shocked by the strings of milky white cum that clung to both of them, stretching between them, until the tendrils broke and clung to their skin.

Itzayana held her head back, panting and recovering her breath before speaking in heavy gasps. "Oh, demon angel, you do things to me, like..."

Amber's smile was ear to ear, as she saw her paramour at a loss for words. "Was that good, Itz--"

"You know it was, you little devil," panted Itzayana, with her own devilish grin. "You say you've never done this before?" Her eyes glared at her, skeptically.

Amber blushed and smiled until it hurt. When Itzayana released her head, she looked at the oozing, spread pussy before her, coated in the thick white cum, and leaned in to lick it all off Itzayana's pink softness.

"I will never tire of tasting you, Itzayana," she sighed, as she looked up at her and slowly lapped up her cream white cum.

"Oh, angel, you feel so good," Itzayana sighed, and laid her head back, eyes closed, and she softly moaned as Amber let her tongue explore her lover's treasures.

Feeling her soft wetness and drinking in her tangy sweet juices was as close to heaven as Amber had ever felt. Itzayana's hand caressed her head, and her cooing moans brought a feeling of complete contentment to Amber.

After a few moments, Itzayana's head rose, and their eyes met again. She smiled and curled her finger, summoning Amber to those precious pink lips. Amber complied, crawling seductively up her lover's body. She resisted the urge to pleasure her big, beautiful breasts, focusing on her celestially soft lips.

When their lips met, Itzayana's passion erupted yet again, as her tongue slipped in swirling through Amber's mouth. As Itzayana moaned and kissed more intensely, Amber sensed her excitement from tasting her own cum in her new lover's mouth. Amber whimpered and groaned along with her, amazed at Itzayana's openness.

Then Itzayana rolled them over and nearly jumped into position straddling Amber's pelvis like a rider on a horse. She smiled playfully, as her fingers caressed the skin of Amber's belly.

"Now I want our clits to meet," she said, matter-of-factly, before bringing her right leg back over Amber's body.

She quickly grabbed Amber's left leg behind the knee and pushed it high and wide, as she straddled Amber's right thigh. Amber was confused as Itzayana placed Amber's calf on her shoulder and shuffled her hips forward, coating Amber's thigh with her wetness.

Before she knew it, Amber felt their pussies touch and she stared up at Itzayana in shock. Itzayana's arm wrapped Amber's thigh, holding her left leg high in the air. Itzayana smiled, wiggling her hips and pressing against Amber harder.

Itzayana watched Amber's eyes widen as she began rolling her hips and rubbing their labia together. She heard Amber moan loudly.

"Oh my God, that feels so good, Itzayana," Amber panted.

"I fuck you better than any man, angel," replied Itzayana, confidently.

As her hips ground against Amber's pelvis, Amber's mouth opened, and she moaned in disbelief. And with each moan, Itzayana pressed harder and moved faster.

"Never felt anything, ah! Like! This!" moaned Amber.

Itzayana's hips rolled so sexily, Amber was quickly on the edge. She watched those beautiful hips roll and grind against her pussy.

"Oh, yes, angel, I feel your clit, let's make them kiss."

"I feel it, oh, Itzayana!"

"You like me fucking you, angel?"

Amber could not believe she was coming already. The warm wetness sloshed between them as Itzayana's hips moved in a blur, their clits thumping with each thrust.

"Oh yes! Fuck me, Itzayana! Coming! Ah!"

"Talk dirty, demon angel," teased Itzayana.

"Oh fuck!" screamed Amber, as the orgasm took her again.

"Let me feel you come for me, Miss Amber," grunted Itzayana.

Amber's mouth locked open as she wailed in bliss and felt the gush of cum release against the sweet girl with the devil eyes.

As the orgasm passed, she looked at Itzayana, smiling down at her, hips still rolling slowly but firmly, as the wetness between them coated half of Amber's thigh, right ass cheek, and had even flowed down her ass crack.

"Was I right, angel?" she asked, knowing the answer.

"So much better," giggled Amber, as she looked at the joy in Itzayana's smile.

"You wake things in me, Miss Amber."

"You awoke things in me I never knew were there," sighed Amber, feeling Itzayana's pace increasing slowly.

"You make me hungry, Miss Amber."

Amber watched the intensity grow in Itzayana's eyes. "I think we can find some food somewhere, even at this hour," teased Amber, with a naughty grin.

"Food is not what I hunger for, my angel. You owe me one," said Itzayana, with her own devilish grin.

"You're right!" said Amber, and she rolled Itzayana onto her back, nearly pinning her own leg, but managed to free it just in time. She quickly shuffled into the driver's seat with Itzayana's leg on her shoulder. She caressed the leg as she kissed her calf softly.

"This time, I drive!"

Itzayana was awash in butterflies as the hunter had then become the hunted. It was like a dream that Amber had taken to their relationship so comfortably. The dark-eyed beauty with the angel voice stared down at her, with joy on her face, and pressed her open flower against Itzayana.

Amber's eyes closed as she breathed the scent of sex and felt the wet heat between them. Her hips rolled, pressing her clit into the silky warmth of Itzayana's intimate parts. She kissed Itzayana's calf and rubbed harder and faster with each pass.

"I feel your clit, Itzayana, please come for me. I want to please you so much," she sighed.

"Oh yes, feels so good, my angel, right there. Oh yes, right there."

"I feel it, oh God, I love this," gasped Amber.

Her hips rocked faster and faster, and she could feel Itzayana's clit stiffening in response.

"Fuck me, Miss Amber!" yelled Itzayana, staring at her with clenched teeth and intense eyes.

Amber groaned, feeling yet another climax build, but determined to make Itzayana come first.

"Are you gonna come for me, Itzayana?" she asked, with a new sense of power.

"Oh God, yes! Oh God, yes! Oh God, yes! Oh God, yes!"

Amber pounded their pussies together, as Itzayana sang out in a high-pitched urgent cry of ecstasy, shuddering in the throes of an intense orgasm at the hands of her conquest.

"Oh fuck, coming!" screamed Amber, flailing her hips at a blurring speed.

Amber's thighs, ass, and muff were soaked as they came together in a gushing flow of intermingled cum.

Finally, she collapsed down on Itzayana, feeling her full breasts smashed between them, as she kissed her deeply. When she broke the kiss, she exhaled heavily.

"Damn, Itzayana I've never come so hard in my life. You are amazing."

Itzayana looked back at her, and smiled, "That is you, my angel."

They kissed some more, and Amber rolled off. "It's a little chilly from the AC, can we get under the covers?"

"You want me to stay?" asked Itzayana, as if that would be a surprise.

"I think you know the answer is not just yes, but hell yes!"

They snuggled together and in no time, both drifted off to sleep and did not stir until late the next morning.

The others had all returned to their rooms and gone to sleep as they had stated. Mark and Brittney were exhausted and satisfied from the night before. Debbie was relieved to not have to face Susan and Lisa. Though they were both beautiful and would give the straightest of women pause to think, there was something a little scary about Susan. Her confidence was off the scales, and her size and stunning ebony beauty was intimidating. She had gotten so close to Debbie when 'helping with the sunscreen', that she could almost taste her breath. It was minty fresh, and her perfume distinctive, and for a moment, she thought Susan might kiss her on the spot.

In all honesty, at that moment, she might have allowed her. Susan's lips were full and kissable, and curiosity had her wondering just how soft they would feel. Throw in the foot treatment Lisa was delivering, and her defenses had been lowered. Thankfully, it didn't happen, but Debbie knew it would be best to distance herself and avoid any confusing signals she may have been accidentally putting out.

As she lay in bed, she recalled the foot rub, or should she call it a foot rub off. Lisa did not try to hide the fact she was rubbing herself against Debbie's heel for all to see, as she rubbed her feet, supposedly 'helping with the sunscreen'.

Having her feet rubbed had always been a weakness of Debbie; it really was true her last boyfriend stayed in the picture longer than she should have allowed, given the other baggage he carried. But he would rub her feet every night; of course, expecting a reward, and his rubs usually led to reward, that's for sure.

She was also a bit upset with her sister-in-law, Brittney, for instigating them. She seemed to be taking the 'what happens on the cruise ship stays on the cruise ship' joke, literally. Debbie thought Brittney and her new gal pal Brenda might make out at any moment. It was so blatant, she contemplated talking to Mark about it.

As she tried to sleep, she should have been basking in the fact the show went so well, but instead, her thoughts drifted back to the morning. The feel of their hands on her body, the flirting she had done with them, and of course, the foot rub and the moist heat of Lisa's pussy on her heel, kept repeating in her mind. After a while, she could feel a warm, aching between her legs. Each time she tried to think of something else, those thoughts soon returned.

She even wished, at one point, that she'd brought her vibrator to attend to the ache. But she could never allow herself to do that. That would be worse than kissing her, she thought, 'might as well go full-on lesbo.'

She got up and poured a glass of wine and downed it slowly. Then a second, causing her cheeks to flush. As she mellowed a bit, still letting those thoughts creep in, she felt the wetness in her panties. "Fuck it," she said, "I need to sleep."

She stripped naked, crawled under the covers, and let her fingers slip between her pussy lips. She wet them and began to rub her clit as she was imaging the morning playing all the way out. Lisa was freely and wildly rubbing her spread pussy on Debbie's foot, while Susan kissed her long and hard, sliding her minty-fresh tongue into Debbie's mouth. Part of her knew that if she asked them to do what she was fantasizing about, it would have happened, and that pushed her to a powerful orgasm, which finally let her sleep after a long, stressful day.

When she awoke around nine in the morning, she felt a sense of shame as her pussy was crusted shut with dried cum. She showered and resided with the fact that the stress and excitement of their first big show of the trip had somehow affected her judgement, and she would not let anything like that happen again.

She dressed in the less revealing, ruched blue bikini with ruffled trim. She would hook up with the band and encourage them to go to another spot on the ship to avoid the sorority mob.

Unfortunately, the text service on the ship was terrible so she had to meet them on deck. When she got there, she saw Mark and Brittney already settled on lounge chairs. They waved her over and to her surprise, there was Brittney putting sunscreen on Brenda, and Mark talking to a guy he had met in the piano bar, who was a fellow guitar player.

Next to them was Susan, then Lisa, and on the end was Lila McCann's violin player, Stephanie, in a neon yellow bikini that contrasted greatly with her tatted arm and tummy. Amber was nowhere to be seen, but she was relieved to have Stephanie as a buffer between herself and her two aggressive groupies. So she reluctantly took a seat on a lounge chair with the group.

Almost immediately, Stephanie spoke up, "Not to sound like a broken record, but you guys were great last night. I think you are really gonna go places."

"Thank you so much, Stephanie. It was a joy to watch you perform as well. You are amazing."

Debbie had met her at rehearsals and had talked to her for almost half an hour. She was a thirty-five-year-old married mother of two. Her family could not make the trip, and she joked about baching it

As Debbie spread a towel over the lounge chair, Susan eyed her ass. "If I did't tell you before, I really like that bikini, honey. It looks like a silky blue heart on that plump little ass of yours."

Lisa chimed in as well, "I agree, it's so cute and highlights your body beautifully. That is a memorable shade of blue. The heart shape is just precious-- the ass of love."

Debbie sat down, trying not to encourage them, but felt a strange tingle when she made eye contact with Susan and saw her glossy lips glowing in the sun.

Susan sensed it and pushed her further. "We missed you last night, Debbie, we had a great time, didn't we, girls?"

Stephanie and Lisa answered in unison, "Yes, Miss Susan."

"We could have used a fourth," Susan added. "Right, girls?"

"Yes, Miss Susan," they answered again.

"I would like the foot treatment this morning, Lisa," said Susan, with authority.

"Thank you. Yes, Miss Susan," replied Lisa, as she took the position she had taken with Debbie the day before, sitting at the foot of the lounge, knees straddling the chair, forcing her legs wide apart.

Debbie looked at Lisa's white bikini stretched against her crotch, with a hint of a camel toe, and tried not to think about the feel of her warm softness against her foot the day before. Lisa smiled at Debbie seductively, as Susan closed her eyes and moaned softly.

"You really started something yesterday, Debbie. I'm glad you asked her to do it, and seeing how much you enjoyed it, I just had to try," said Susan. "And you love doing it, don't you, Lisa?"

"Yes, Miss Susan, very much."

Debbie tried to change the subject and engage Brittney and Mark, but when she looked that way, she saw Mark and the guitar player getting up to leave. "See you guys at rehearsal," said Mark. "Allen and I are gonna play a couple tunes"

She thought about following, but caught a glimpse of Brittney, as she was saying goodbye to Mark. Debbie was, once again, dumfounded, as she saw Brittney straddling her new friend Brenda's ass, rubbing lotion into her lower back.

"Damn, that's good, I'll give you an hour and a half to cut that out," Susan sighed, and grinned at Debbie. "I just love that comment, Debbie. I hope you don't mind me using it."

Debbie didn't reply, as she was growing more uncomfortable seeing Susan's heel pressed firmly against Lisa's crotch, as Lisa rubbed the ball of the Black woman's foot.

"Lisa and I trained Stephanie last night, in the techniques you taught Lisa, and a few more..."

Debbie's mind could barely follow the conversation, as she processed what she was hearing. She never asked Lisa for a foot rub. Lisa had just done it on her own. And Debbie clearly never taught her any 'techniques', yet they were making it seem like she had made it all happen.

"Stephanie would really like to show you her progress, wouldn't you, Stephanie?"

"Yes, Miss Susan, please," replied Stephanie, eagerly.

"Go ahead, Stephanie. Debbie will love it, I'm sure," said Susan, with a confident smile.

"Careful, she may want to marry you afterwards. She nearly married Brian just for the foot rubs," teased Brittney. "And she was downright orgasmic yesterday," she giggled.

Debbie wanted to bite back, but it was like a bad dream she couldn't wake up from. She wanted to avoid all of this and suddenly Lila McCann's violinist was assuming the spread-legged position on the end of her lounge chair, and cradling Debbie's foot.

"I don't think this a good--" Her words cut short, as Stephanie's thumbs pushed firmly into the ball of her foot, while her warm, moist pussy pressed against Debbie's heel through the thin fabric of the neon bikini.

Debbie was stunned into silence. She didn't want to offend Lila McCann's band member. Besides, Stephanie was married and straight. Despite the awkwardness, it did feel good, and a grunting moan escaped, "Mmm."

"Found the sweet spot, Stephanie?" teased Brittney. "I think you're officially engaged. What happens on the cruise ship..."

Debbie was furious with Brittney, whose hands were slipping under Brenda's bikini bottom, apparently applying sunscreen to her ass with a big smile. 'WTF is going on?' thought Debbie, not even wanting to use the F-word in her own mind.

She looked at Stephanie, with her short black hair and purple tips, smiling at Debbie as she kneaded her foot and subtly gyrated her pussy against her heel. Her brown eyes smiled at her as she did it.

"Does this feel good, Miss Debbie?" asked Stephanie, with a blatantly seductive tone.

"Yes, thank you, Stephanie, it does," she replied softly, not wanting to offend her, or possibly Lila McCann.

"I get it, Debbie, this feels amazing. The girls have agreed to do this for us every morning, or more, if you want. Right, girls?"

"Yes, Miss Susan," they said, in unison.

Stephanie's smile was downright devious, as her eyes looked like she wanted to devour Debbie. Stephanie's right arm and shoulder were covered with tats in a patterned design, almost like a long-sleeved shirt, and her torso was covered in a music-themed array of notes, lyrics, a piano, and a keyboard. She was in great shape and Debbie was feeling that stirring tingle in her loins again.

"We'll want the full treatment today," said Susan, casually.

"Yes, Miss Susan, thank you," they replied.

Debbie froze, as Stephanie raised Debbie's foot toward her opening mouth. She couldn't believe this was happening. A quick glance to her right, and there was Lisa taking Susan's ebony foot to her mouth.

Debbie's shocked expression brightened Stephanie's face, as she stared into Debbie's eyes and her tongue extended and began to swirl around her big toe. Debbie gasped and the voice in her head yelled, 'Stop this, Debbie. There are people everywhere, and this is just plain twisted.'

But she couldn't get her mouth to work-- it was a mixture of shock, celebrity admiration, and pleasure that formed a paralyzing potion that kept her quiet. Her eyes rolled toward Susan, who was just laid back, eyes closed, moaning gently, seeming completely contented. Lisa looked just as contented probing between her Black partner's toes with her tongue.

Debbie's gaze returned to Stephanie, whose thumbs were then moving to Debbie's heel, and her tongue swirled around each individual toe, sprinkling in feather-light kisses as she went. Debbie's eyes closed briefly, at the amazing feeling that flowed from her feet to her nipples with each lap of her warm tongue.

Next, both girls licked the soles of their 'clients' feet, from heel to toe, for several firm, slow licks.

"Damn girl, I feel that in my clit," said Susan, looking at Lisa.

Debbie gasped, involuntarily, accidentally signaling her agreement. She definitely felt it as her pussy heated, and a wave of warm wetness flushed her labia.

"Damn, Debbie. I am so proud of you," said Brittney.

Then Brenda asked Brittney to come with her to her cabin. "I want to show you the outfit I bought for tonight, if it all works out."

"Sure. See you, Dee. Don't do anything I wouldn't..."

All of the banter about the cruise ship being like Vegas-- teasing one another about nothing being off-limits, and the subsequent flirting with her new acquaintances-- all came together in Debbie's mind, as she sat powerless to stop the married mother of two, from sucking her toes in public.

Powerless was probably not the right word; a part of her didn't want to stop her.

She let her continue, thoroughly massaging, kissing and licking both feet, and ultimately, settling with both heels pressed into Stephanie's spread pussy. Stephanie's hips rolled slowly, brushing herself against Debbie's feet.

Debbie's mind raced, as she wondered how it would feel if that bikini bottom was off. Her pussy throbbed, and she could feel herself oozing, when she realized she was exactly where she knew she shouldn't be. Alone with Susan and her minions, which then also included Stephanie.

Her heart pounded, as it hit home-- she was not only encouraging them, but actively participating with them. She took a deep breath and politely thanked Stephanie for a great foot rub.

Then she pulled her feet back and spoke as calmly as she could. "I just remembered I have to get some things together before rehearsal today. Thanks again so much, Stephanie, see you at rehearsal."

She scurried off and up the steps to the next deck. When she was out of sight, she stopped and leaned her ass against the railing, gripping it firmly on either side of her hips to steady herself. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly in and out.

She was telling herself, 'Keep control, and this time, really stay away from them, and remember who you are.' She whispered to herself, slowly repeating, "Keep control and remember who you are."

As she began to calm herself, her moment of serenity was shattered by a familiar voice.

"The crazy things we tell ourselves to suppress what we really need..."

Debbie's eyes opened and there stood Susan, eyes locked.

"This cruise is the chance of a lifetime. Why are you telling yourself to stay in the bubble of who you were told to be growing up. You are a sexy, grown woman with the chance to drop the façade and really experience living free for the first time." Susan had stepped closer, placing her gloss full lips only inches away.

"I want you as one of my girls. It's clear what you really want and there are only nine or ten days left. The excitement you just felt with Stephanie is just the tip of the iceberg. Come to cabin six-twelve in one hour and start living, Debbie. I can have Susan and Stephanie there if you want the full experience."

Debbie trembled as the thought of kissing those lips sent butterflies through her tummy.

"You look so hot, shaking with desire for me, Debbie..."

"I'm sorry, Susan, but you are mistaken. I am not gay. I did not want to be rude to Stephanie. She's Lila McCann's band member and I couldn't risk offending Lila."

The Black woman just looked at her, smiling arrogantly. Then she licked her lips and waited.

Debbie needed to fill the silence. "I know I flirted with you and Lisa and that was wrong leading you on. It's obvious you have some kind of control over Lisa and Stephanie. But I am not gay, so please let me go do what I need to do, and I won't encourage any of this. I am flattered you're attracted to me, but nothing can happen. Okay?"

"Debbie, honey, you can't masturbate this away, trust me. Our time together is short, so stop the charade and come to my cabin-- one hour-- and let's make the most of our time together."

"I told you I'm not gay--"

"Lose the labels, Debbie, your pretty blue ruffled panties have a yummy little dark spot the world can see right now. If you are a good girl, I'll be tasting that soon enough, but it's time to start letting go and get what you need, while we're here together. In nine days, you can go back to the life you've been told to have, but here and now, you can really live."

Debbie fought with all her will not to look down at the wet spot. She knew it was true but didn't want to believe it. Susan's arrogance was brutal. She couldn't believe she referred to Debbie's bathing suit as panties. She tried to look her in the eyes and exhibit strength, but she folded in seconds, looking away. And she tried to speak, but it came out little more than mumbling.

"I told you, I'm not gay. Now I need to go, please."

"I'm not stopping you, but your panties are wet, Debbie. You're shaking like a leaf, Debbie. You can't look at me without averting your eyes, Debbie. You know it, I know it and after your encounter with Stephanie, we all know it. So kiss me now and come to my cabin later."

Debbie swallowed hard and looked at her.

"Whatever hold you have on them, does not work on me. I'm not gay and--"

"Fine, prove it, Debbie. Kiss me. If you walk away, I will not pursue you again. But you know I already have you. I think you already know I can bring you pleasure beyond your imagination. Stephanie knew it immediately and plans to make the most of her time. So just one kiss; if you walk away, I will not pursue. If you show up at my cabin, we will begin your training and the road to unbridled pleasure." Susan leaned in dangerously close. "Just one kiss. Prove me wrong, Debbie."

"Fine," the conservative, dark-haired mandolin player barked in frustration. She pushed her lips forward to meet the big-breasted ebony beauty.

And as they touched, Susan pulled back just an inch, smiled, and whispered, "Good girl."

Then she waited for Debbie, who pushed forward until their lips met. When Susan leaned in, Debbie felt a warm, consuming rush go through her body that caused her to whimper along with Susan.

As Susan's tongue slipped between Debbie's lips, she let her in and pushed her own tongue into her tormentor's mouth. Those lips were soft and warm, as Debbie had imagined. Both women whimpered and moaned, as mouths opened and tongues twisted, undulating together in a rhythmic dance. Their breathing intensified and passions built, when suddenly Debbie pulled back in a last act of defiance.

"Nothing! I told you, Miss Susan. I am not gay; I am not one of your 'girls'. I'm sorry I led you on. It won't happen again."

Debbie stepped aside and started to walk away.

"You are so cute. Even in your denial, you used the proper means to address me in public. Thank you for calling me Miss Susan, you will refer to me as Miss Susan from now on. I will teach you how to address me in private when you come by.

"See you in one hour, don't be late. Wear your bikini, and don't clean it. When you give me your panties, I want to smell you and taste you on them. Knock three times and I will let you in. Your training will begin immediately, and I promise these will be the most pleasurable days of your life, if you obey. By the way, you may not masturbate without my permission and for the rest of the cruise, I will tell you when you may come and who you may come with."

"You're crazy, goodbye, Susan!" barked Debbie, as she started walking away.

"Stop, Debbie," said Susan, firmly.

Unsure why, Debbie complied, but did not look back at her.

"It's unfortunate that you have already disobeyed. Now, you will have to learn about punishment first, I'm afraid. But if you stop, come back here right now and beg my forgiveness, I will give you a pass. Normally, I am not under a time crunch and can develop my girls slowly. This gives you the chance to learn the bliss of compliance, rather than the sting of defiance."

"Goodbye, Susan," said Debbie, defiantly.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I followed you to bring you this." Susan held up Debbie's beach bag, smiling.

Debbie sulked back toward her and Susan pulled it tightly to her chest, clutching the handles. When Debbie reached for the handles, her trembling fingers brushed Susan's breasts. Debbie's lips parted and she struggled to breathe. Susan's skin was like ebony satin, and when their eyes met, Debbie let out several lip-shuddering puffs and her eyes grew desperate.

"Thank you, Sa-- ah, Miss Susan," said Debbie, meekly.

"You are so welcome and such a good girl," said Susan, leaning in and teasing a kiss.

Debbie's head darted as if moving in to meet her when Susan backed off and released the handles of the bag to Debbie. The sudden weight of the bag seemed to snap her out of a trance-like state.

And without thinking she said it again, "Thank you, Miss Susan. I really need to get some things done."

She broke the gaze and turned away. As she walked away, she was terrified of how her bikini bottoms looked, and held the bag in front to block it, but she could feel a droplet tickling down her inner thigh.

"See you in one hour, my pet," said Susan.

Debbie did not answer, but her head did a little bob that could have been taken as a nod. She looked at her phone, noting the time, and could feel Susan's eyes on her.

"Thanks for wearing my favorite bikini and showing off your 'ass of love'."

Debbie did not respond, but kept her focus on one step at a time, to walk away from the beautiful Black temptress.

'Get control, Debbie,' she told herself, as she repeated, "Keep control and remember who you are."

To be continued.

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