Big Black Costume update

Courtney felt the heat of Dinah’s lissome body against her own. There was a twinge in her stomach when she thought of the older woman naked. Would her body be like Jade’s? Maybe more like Yolanda’s? Or Cindy’s? So many women she was lucky enough to be intimate with—all of them offering something new and exciting—could Dinah be next? After she’d even managed to find joy with her own mother, nothing seemed impossible.

For a moment, Courtney fleetingly wondered if she was a slut. Maybe this was going too far; not just letting herself be passed around the JSA, but now allowing Dinah to grope her, though all she’d done to seduce the teenager was to fall into bed with her. How much dignity did she have if she didn’t tell Dinah to go to her own bed? Yolanda would do that. So would Beth. Just about everyone she knew would turn down this flagrantly out-of-bounds advance.

“Mm… what a snack,” she heard Dinah say in slurred words.

Courtney held very still, trying to buy herself time to think by pretending to be asleep, but she still felt a hand on her cheek. A touch almost light enough not to wake her… but solid enough that she knew Dinah enjoyed the feel of her satin-smooth skin.

“I know I shouldn’t eat in bed… but this cookie just looks too delicious.”

Courtney felt Dinah’s thigh touch her own. A thrill went through her. She didn’t feel one stitch of cloth where she and Dinah were connected.

“Cookie, cookie, cookie,” Dinah slurred. “I love cookies…”

Courtney felt a hand on her chest. Her heart pounded hard, as if to make up for the discrepancy in how tenderly Dinah was touching her. Still somehow smashing her with feelings through the cotton of her nightgown. Dinah’s hands dipped down her body, playfully stroking the cotton as though merely enjoying its texture… all while getting closer and closer to the hemline where her bare legs lay unprotected.

Courtney jumped when cool fingers touched her thigh, paradoxically sparking blue-hot flames that leapt up into her cunt. She shuddered… her body suddenly felt very new, very inexperienced, unused to the skill that Dinah was fondling her with.

“I know this cookie is awake,” Dinah whispered in her ear. “No one is so dead below the waist that they can sleep through this… why don’t you be nice and tell me how good it feels? Every girl likes to be appreciated…”

She reached up under Courtney’s nightgown until she found the slick, moist skin of her labia… bared and hairless since her lovers agreed she looked so good with a Brazilian. They’d all chipped in for her to be waxed—and Dinah loved it as much as any of them.

“Ooh… hardwood floors… it’s like this cookie was baked just for me,” Dinah purred. “But what I really like about cookies is when they’re all hot and gooey inside.”

“Dinah!” Courtney gasped, feeling Dinah’s finger inside her—inside her more—inside her even more—she could not grow used to being penetrated before Dinah had inserted even more, more and more, stroking her where she was so sensitive that nothing else could possibly feel like this…

“Wish I could taste my sweet cookie… gotta get her nice and wet first… dunk her in a big glass of milk before I take a bite…”

Courtney sucked in breath, but her breathing was cut off by Dinah’s lips closing over her own, letting her experience the bittersweet aftertaste from her night of drinking. Too shocked to object, Courtney felt Dinah’s tongue push inside of her mouth, touching her own while that finger continued to make itself felt inside her. Stroking her interior with such constant friction that it made Courtney feel like she was still being stretched, long moments later, like Dinah was feeding an endless impalement inside of her.

She could only give in, throwing her arms around the older woman and taking Dinah’s cunt against her own thigh.

“That is good, isn’t it cookie?” Dinah asked when their lips finally separated.

“I… as long as you’re enjoying yourself,” Courtney replied, her breath coming quicker, her tongue tingling as if it yearned to leap out and meet Dinah’s again.

“Oh, I am. I’m really enjoying myself. And I’m gonna like it even more when I make you come.” Her fingers found Courtney’s bud. She rubbed the little button softly, but too insistently for her to possible ignore it.

“Oh shit!” Courtney whined under her breath.

“Show me,” Dinah ordered her. “Show me. I wanna see all of what I’m fucking.”

Courtney threw off the covers, gasping even louder when she saw herself being fingered. Sweat plastered her nightgown to her body and gleamed on her bare thighs. The bunched up cotton hung around her naked hips like a half-remembered song, making obvious her vividly parted cunt and the hand skillfully plying inside her folds. With Dinah’s susurrating fingers and loudly painted fingernails at her furiously working core, Courtney felt a little like a flower being drunk at by a hummingbird.

“Oh God, Sara, you lucky bitch,” Dinah breathed. “Does she get to meet hot little whores like this everywhere she goes? But my dumb dyke sister got married, so I guess it’s me that gets to fuck all the slutty cunts like these… Fuck! You’re all over my hand, cookie, and I’ve barely even touched you! Feels like I’m fingering a washing machine during spin cycle! Someone’s fucked you into being one hell of a ride, haven’t they? If I was back home, I’d make you my sex slave like that—wet pussy like yours should have a leash and collar attached, and someone holding on that can get you off like you need. Show me your tits, fuck doll. I guess I only get to make you my slave for one night, so I’m gonna use you up before I’m through. Absolutely ruin all those sweet holes of yours… maybe I’ll mail you a collar, since you’re not going to be thinking of much else…”

Courtney whimpered: as good as it felt to have Dinah’s knowledgeable fingers inside her, hearing Dinah talk about her like the submissive little bitch she was succeeded as usual in driving her to the outermost bounds of arousal. If there was a point where she was degraded too much to be turned on by it, she hadn’t found it yet—Courtney had been blessed with a high pain threshold and dominants who seemingly couldn’t resist taking her from ecstasy to ecstasy, caring more about bringing her to the mingled extremes of pain and pleasure than about gratifying themselves. Even as all Courtney wanted was to service them. She didn’t care now what Dinah did to her; she knew she would love it.

Courtney pulled down her nightgown, baring her breasts, and Dinah leaned over to take her nipple between her lips. She sucked it hard—Courtney tried to keep undressing herself, but her frenzied hands got tangled in her shoulder straps and all she accomplished was pulling her nightgown out of shape. Not that Dinah cared. She rolled on top of Courtney and embraced her tightly, shoving their pussies together in the rut she wanted.

Courtney’s eyes rolled up in her head. As always, it ended up being what she wanted too.

“You know what my favorite thing about girl cookies is, girl cookie?” Dinah moaned, her voice heated with teetering control. “I can eat all I want of them and never worry about crumbs.”