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Chapter 11.
The Philosophy of Dalma.
In the headquarters of club Veritas Sectatores, Erika, Siara, and new member Oriana were gathered. Xamira had excused herself saying she didn't feel well. The girls didn't insist, knowing that she must be the most affected by everything that was happening.
Then how do we get into that website? Asked Erika. How did you say it's called?
―Uvisex ―Oriana replied. I don't know how to tell them this without it sounding bad, but... let's see... your economic situation is considerably better than mine...
Yes, so stay calm, Oriana. The expenses are on our account -- said Siara --. The problem is that this website is asking for fifteen hundred dollars just to get in. I can't use that much money at once without my mom suspecting something.
―I won't tell my sister. She'll kill me if she finds out I spent so much money to get into a porn page ―said Erika.
―Is your sister? ―Asked Oriana.
Yes, my sister is the streamer Kamilexia.
Oriana was left agape at hearing those words.
What? Are you screwing with me? Are you my sister?
I see you know her.
―Do you know her? I love Kamilexia, I've been following her for years! And it turns out I'm at a club with her sister. I can't believe it!
Erika let out a belly laugh.
I like your enthusiasm. I get along well with passionate people.
―Can I ask you something? ―Said Oriana, with timidity.
What's up?
Is there the possibility of meeting her in person? I mean, if it's not too much trouble... it would be a dream come true for me.
It's not going to be that easy. My relationship with my sister isn't very good. I think she got angry with me when I told her her nickname sounded like Anorexia.
Erika always so subtle --Siara cut in.
Oh... I see now. Well, if it can't be done, it doesn't matter.
I can notice the disappointment on your face. That tears my soul apart - assured Erika -. I'll do what's possible. The thing is that my sister is a girl quite... peculiar.
Yes, I know. She's super sweet and charismatic in front of the cameras, but she always says she loves being alone.
This is how it is. And I'm something like a nuisance to her.
It's a shame, you also seem super cute to me. Have you ever thought of doing streaming?
I sometimes do them -- said Erika --. Although I'm not very consistent.
―Wow, this is a whole information revolution. And what's the name of your channel? I can follow it like that.
For now I prefer that you don't, because honestly, I don't usually transmit very often.
What Erika wants to say is that it bothers her that her channel has seven and eight viewers when her sister at least gets ten thousand by transmission.
―Hey! And where did the one who was talking about subtleties go? ―Erika protested.
Ay, forgive me. I think I got into a delicate topic... Oriana didn't know where to put herself--. It wasn't my intention.
It's fine, you're not to blame for my personal traumas. Let's say that for me streaming is a current failure. I'm still trying to get used to it. Give me time. Maybe someday I'll tell you what the name of my channel is.
I think you should keep doing it if you enjoy it - commented Oriana - It doesn't matter how many people watch you, what's important is that you have fun.
I'm having fun, and lots of it... but my sister always finds a way to remind me that thousands of people still follow her and she's one of the most successful streamers in the country... and on top of that, we literally live off the money she earns. So... well, now you understand why I can't take so much money and pay for access to that page. My sister would crucify me during one of her live streams.
I see now. This is very curious. I thought I knew a lot about Kamilexia, but I didn't know it had a sister.
You see how much I'm mentioned in his broadcasts already.
―Eh... yes... this... good... Do we go back to the topic of the website? ―Oriana asked, in a desperate attempt to steer the conversation towards a less winding path.
I think the only option is the one I like least -- said Siara --. I'll have to ask my mom for money. I hate myself for depending so much on her, but I don't see another option.
You're going to have to come up with a good excuse so that Veronica gives you 1,500 dollars without suspecting anything weird - commented Erika.
―You told me that Veronica LeClerc donated the TV for the lounge ―said Oriana, pointing to said TV with her thumb―. And if you tell him that with that money you're going to do something with your club? I don't know, organize an event or something like that...‖
―Okay, I like that idea ―Siara assured―, but it can't be an event, or my mom would be asking me how it went and where the photos are, and maybe even want to participate. I need it to be something she can't verify later. I feel like I'm thinking like a con artist, but I can't tell my mom I want the money to get into a luxury porn site. Not even if I explain our suspicions about the girls from school who are involved. Because if she finds out about this, she might make a huge scandal and even file a complaint.
―I see... I hope we come up with something soon ―said Oriana.
Oh, girls! The slut mom! You have to see what I just found on Twitter! Erika exclaimed. She put her cell phone on the desk and all of them stayed staring at the screen in awe. When Xamira finds out about this, she's going to want to die.
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Xamira knew she had an important mission ahead of her. She wanted to know the truth, but at the same time it scared her. This led her to make excuses and put off the matter for a couple of days.
She arrived at her house after a tedious day at the institute, it bothered her to have to be quiet for so many hours. She needed to move around a bit, kick something, anything... just not be quiet.
She took off all her clothes inside her room and was about to put on leggings to exercise when she got a message from Erika that said only one sentence.
You need to review Twitter. Urgent.
So she did it, while her nerves were eating away at her. For a moment, she suspected that someone had leaked another fragment of the video, until she fantasized about the idea that there would be a shot of the girl in question and it would be proven that it wasn't Dalma.
As Dalma is her best friend and one of the people she interacts with most on social media, the tweet that had alarmed Erika was the first thing she saw.
Xamira sat on the edge of her bed. She was disheartened.
Ah, friend... what did you do? —she said loudly.
In the publication made by the same Dalma it said: 'I'm tired of them saying stupid things about me. This is what I look like naked, look and compare. Draw your own conclusions'.
Under these words was a series of photos that Xamira knew very well, because she had taken them herself. Dalma appeared angelic, smiling, and completely naked. There was even a photo showing her pussy open in close-up and another one showing her on all fours, with her buttocks open, just like the girl in the video.
Xamira couldn't understand how her friend had managed to publish naked photos on her own account. She felt a strong oppression in her chest. She couldn't put it off any longer. She put on leggings and a top, without even bothering to put on underwear, grabbed the envelope with the photos and rushed out to her friend's house.
It was Dalma herself who received her, with a strong hug and a radiant smile.
―Hello, friend! It's great that you came. I had many reasons to see you. I need to talk to you.
Uh... I also need to talk to you.
What is that? Asked Dalma, pointing at the wooden paper envelope. Oh, are those photos?
Yes, but... um... we'll talk about that later. Can I come in?
Of course!
Xamira didn't understand why her friend was so happy after what she had done. They entered Dalma's room and it was just as messy as always. Not a single thing out of place. The dream of an obsessive-compulsive.
―Did you see what I posted on Twitter? ―Asked Dalma, without changing her good mood.
Yes... exactly about that I want to talk. How...?
I know you'll have a ton of doubts. I don't even know if this was a good idea or not... but... I was fed up. I couldn't take it anymore.
I understand... or at least I try to understand it. For these days you've been harassed a lot, they must have said some terrible things to you ―Dalma nodded her head, now she seemed sad again―. I know you want to prove that the girl in the video isn't you. Honestly, even I had my doubts... and don't take it badly, it's just... what's in these photos...
What's weird about the photos? I told you it doesn't bother me if you see them.
It's that... I got the whole set - Xamira noticed that her best friend's cheeks were getting red. What's going on with this? - She showed her a photo where Dalma had a cock in her mouth and next to her was Emilia, very smiling.
I see now... you saw these photos and doubted me. It's logical, I'm not angry with you.
Xamira put on patience. The one who should be angry was her, after all her friend was hiding very important details from her. Still, she managed to stay serene.
It didn't result in being easy for me to understand the first batch of photos, where you and your mom got very... affectionate.
―I already told you what I think about the female body...
Yes, yes... I think I'm starting to understand more or less. But then I found this of photos ―pointed to the cock in the image―. I don't know how you and your mom ended up doing something like that. You said you were going to save your virginity for your wedding night. You have a boyfriend... I imagine Tomás doesn't know anything about this.
I still haven't shown those pictures to him. Maybe it would cost him to understand that there's nothing wrong with that. But you can understand it, you're my friend...
Xamira massaged her eyes. Every time it became more complicated for her to be in sync with Dalma and anger was growing inside of her. She made a great effort to calm down, sat on the chair that was in the room, positioning herself just in front of her friend, and said:
Okay, I'm listening to you. What's your version? I promise I won't jump to any hasty conclusions. I just want to know how this happened.
―Very well ―Dalma smiled again. As she did it seemed that pure and angelical being that Xamira associated with her friend―. I know some things won't be easy to understand. But maybe you'll see it with my eyes over time. I'll tell you everything you want, on one condition.
―What?
Take off your clothes. I'm going to do the same thing.
What? Why do we have to undress ourselves?
It's a symbol of trust, Xami. If we're both naked, it means we're not hiding anything from each other. Everything is out in the open.
Ugh... okay... fine... accepted, with little conviction.
In a few minutes the two were completely naked. Xamira realized that on this occasion it didn't bother her so much to take off her clothes. She even smiled when she saw that Dalma was already as God brought her into the world.
Don't sit down in the chair - Dalma requested. I feel like this is an interrogation, and it's supposed to be a chat between friends. Come on, let's sit together on the bed.
They did it that way, one of the bed's sides was against the wall, there the two girls leaned their backs, leaving them very close to each other.
It invaded XamiraDeja VuFrom the last time she was in this room. She could still feel Dalma's licks on her clitoris, and remembering it invaded her with a great sense of shame because Emilia had interrupted them just then. She hadn't had time to explain the matter to her friend's mother yet, but... after what Emilia had done during her daughter's photo shoot, did she really need to explain anything? The mere thought of Dalma's tongue exploring her mother's vagina left her as impacted as the first moment she saw it in one of the photos. This also transmitted a great sense of guilt because while analyzing those photos, she couldn't help but masturbate several times. She couldn't even explain why seeing that caused her so much morbidness. Now a pinch of that morbidness was running through her body, especially in her most sensitive areas. Feeling Dalma's warmth next to hers didn't help calm down that feeling.
At that moment, the sound of keys and a door opening in the distance was heard. Xamira supposed it must be the entrance door to the house.
―My mom arrived! ―Dalma exclaimed with joy―. She's in the photos, so she can also explain what happened to you.
It's... no need for you to call her...
Xamira didn't manage to finish the sentence her friend had already taken off running. She heard a Hello mom in the distance. It seemed Dalma wasn't embarrassed to leave her room naked to receive her mother. The murmur indicated to Xamira that Dalma was trying to convince Emilia to join the chat. You couldn't make out the words well, but Emilia didn't seem very enthusiastic. However, her daughter persisted.
When Dalma and Emilia entered the room, Xamira covered her breasts, crossing her arms in a defensive gesture.
Eh... hello - Emilia greeted her with shyness -. How are you, Xamira?
Very well, and you?
Both women were fighting to appear normal in this unusual situation.
―All good, Dalma wants us to talk about the photo issue... I hope it doesn't bother you. Ah, and before anything, there's no need for you to explain why you're naked. Knowing Dalma, I already imagine what she must have told you to convince you.
Those words relaxed Xami a bit, she lowered her arms and showed a timid smile. Still, she was feeling uncomfortable. She could face this topic with her best friend, after all they had a lot of confidence; but she didn't think she could do the same with Emilia present.
Mom, you also have to take off your clothes, that's the condition -- said Dalma, as if it were a game.
―What? Me too? But, daughter...
What's with the hesitation? Are you going to tell me that it embarrasses you for Xamira to see you naked, but not for a photo shoot?
Okay, if you put it that way...
Come on, then we're all on equal terms.
―Would it bother you, Xami? ―Asked Emilia, with a maternal gesture.
At this point, I wouldn't mind it. Besides, I would feel less exposed if you guys are equal.
It's fine -- agreed Emilia.
She took off her clothes showing a more curvy body than her daughter's, with something more fat under the skin, but this only served to highlight her figure. Her breasts, white and heavy, fell due to gravity when she removed the bra. They were considerably larger than Dalma and Xamira's, although perhaps not comparable to Oriana, Erika, and Siara's. Why did life have to give her such bosomy friends?
While I wasn't sure if I could call them friends, at the end of the day I barely knew them.
Xamira saw that Emilia intended to sit on the bed, decided to change position and placed herself with her back against one of the pillows. Dalma sat next to her and made Xamira's legs pass over hers. Emilia positioned herself to the right of Xami, so she was completely boxed in. From there, she couldn't reach the photo album and Dalma took it from her.
Xamira wants us to explain this picture --she said, showing the mother and daughter with that big cock-- but to understand this, we have to talk about something else first. --She searched inside the envelope and took out the picture showing Emilia alone, with the cock in her mouth--. Mom, why don't you tell how it was that you decided to do this?
Ugh... it's kind of hard to explain that... said Emilia, with her cheeks flushed... But I don't want Xamira to get a wrong idea about all this... looked at the mentioned one with maternal eyes. I imagine Dalma already told you everything she thinks about the female body and why we take these naked pictures... even explained the most... strange ones.
―Um... yes, we talked about that last time ―I meant to say that it was still unclear why they decided to lick their clitorises for the photo shoot, but I kept quiet.
And I also imagine you must have known Alexis.
Yes... I had to talk to him to get those photos.
I suppose you didn't give them to him easily. You must have done something to convince him. —Xamira tensed up, luckily Emilia decided to ignore that issue—. At first, it was very uncomfortable for me to be naked in front of him, but those sessions didn't happen overnight. They were several, and they got more... interesting over time. When we got home Dalma would explain that, according to her, women shouldn't have to have shame or modesty about their own bodies or the bodies of other trusted women. It took me a while to understand that, but I eventually felt brave enough to take those photos... it was weird feeling my daughter's fingers inside me.
But it was emotional for you at the same time -- interrupted Dalma --. At least that's what you told me then.
Yes, that's it. I never felt a connection as special with my own daughter before. I really enjoyed it a lot and I'm glad to have the photos to remember that moment whenever I want.
While Emilia was talking, one of Dalma's hands was caressing Xamira's legs and getting closer to her intimate area every time. To this, he had to add one of his best friend's mother's breasts, which were resting on his arm.
Those sessions served us to feel more comfortable with our bodies -- said Dalma --. We could even talk about our own anatomy without any kind of shame. That's being at peace with oneself.
It sounds... liberating.
Thus it is. Tell Mom, tell Xamira what you think of her body, so she can understand what I mean.
Mmm... see --one of Emilia's hands rested on Xamira's belly--. This is incredible, I've never seen a woman with abs marked like this.
It's quite subtle -- assured Xamira --. Some women have them even more marked, but they only show up this much on me.
You should do a lot of exercise -- Emilia's fingers traced the outline of each abdominal muscle, then they started to descend --. It also seems incredible how toned your pubis is, if that can be said. Honestly, I don't know how to explain it. But it fascinates me.
―What's going on is that these lines are marked a lot ―said Dalma, at the same time as she drew the V lines on her skin that descended from the abdomen to the pubis. Xamira shuddered. There were too many fingers tracing her body―. And see how well trimmed his pubic hair is?
Yes, it looks precious -Emilia's impudent fingers started to caress the luxuriant carpet of hair that descended in a straight line towards the vagina-. Do you cut them all every day?
No, not every day did I - responded Xamira, barely able to breathe -. But just today I did it, in the morning. That's why it's so lengthy.
I don't have patience for these things -- assured Emilia -- that's why I got the definitive depilation.
She has it as soft as the skin of breasts, said Dalma, at the same time that she was caressing her mother's smooth pubic area. Ah, they're so pretty both of them! Can I take a picture?
Xamira opened her eyes so wide that it was impossible for her to conceal the surprise. What did she want with a naked photo next to her best friend's mother?
Don't bother her, Dalma -- intervened Emilia --. Give her time to process everything.
But... if it's just a photo. He doesn't have to do anything.
A Xamira bothered that Dalma put herself so insistent, but she had been her friend for years, knew how she could get when an idea got into her head.
―It's fine, you can take the photo ―he said, with resignation―. Anyway, we're not going to show it to anyone.
That's true, assured Dalma.
She quickly got up and searched for the camera in her closet. When she had it ready, she aimed at the two women sleeping on her bed. Both showed a slightly forced smile. Xamira noticed that Emilia's hand was still on her pubis, that detail would make the photo look too rare. What would someone think if they saw it? She was horrified by the idea that came to mind. That hypothetical person could only conclude one thing: that Xamira and Emilia were lovers. What else could they think when seeing them so affectionate and naked in bed?
I notice you're very tense, Xamira.
―What's up? ―Emilia's words ripped him out of his thoughts―. Ah... yes... it's just that... I'm not used to taking naked photos of myself. Much less with someone else.
Because you keep seeing nudity as something bad, like a taboo -- commented Dalma --. Don't forget that we're in confidence and that we are the owners of our own body. We set the limits.
Xamira thought it had been a while since she'd exceeded her own limits, but couldn't blame that on Dalma. What happened with Alexis was her fault. She still didn't understand why she behaved that way with someone who only wanted to use her as a sexual object. She pushed those thoughts out of her head. There, with Dalma and Emilia, she could feel much more contained than with Alexis.
I promise I'm going to relax - he said with a more honest smile -. As long as I'm with you, I have nothing to worry about.
―See? You're starting to understand it now. I told my mom the same thing when we took our photos. If we had stayed together, everything would have gone well. Why don't you try caressing my mom a little bit, just like she did with you?
Uh... well...
One more time her conviction was affected, but still she did what her friend asked. Emilia lay on her back and Xamira brought a hand to that pale and slightly swollen belly. She caressed it until reaching the pubis. Dalma was right, it was extremely soft.
―That's better this way ―said Emilia―. Don't be afraid, I won't get angry with you for anything.
Thanks.
Xamira moved to adjust herself better and that was an error, her hand went down more than she intended and could feel the humidity and warmth of Emilia's vaginal lips. She was tempted to quickly pull away her hand, restrained herself because she didn't want someone to interpret it as a rejection or disgust attitude.
He didn't receive a 'What are you doing, Xamira?' or a 'I think you're going too far'. Neither did Emilia even move.
Dalma took advantage to bring the camera closer to her mother's genital area and took several photos.
One of the most difficult parts of the session was touching another woman's vagina - commented Emilia -. Especially when it came to my own daughter. But in the second session, after the fourth or fifth photo, it didn't seem so strange anymore, and I started to understand Dalma's way of thinking.
Show it to mom, so she can see that there's nothing bad about doing it.
Dalma approached, Emilia caressed the inner thigh of her legs, went up to the pussy, and without much preamble, put two fingers in there. Xamira observed the scene, impacted. She knew that her friend was no longer a virgin, she had seen a photo of her being penetrated, but it still surprised her how easily those fingers entered. Emilia moved them from inside out several times, as if she were masturbating her daughter. Her fingers became covered in vaginal fluids.
Xamira felt the same mix of morbidity and discomfort that invaded her when she saw the photos for the first time. She tried to calm down the feeling of morbidity, but couldn't. She needed to know more.
―And after that came the photos where they licked each other down there? ―He asked.
―No… well, yes… but it wasn't that same day. Dalma talked to me about the connection we would feel when we took those pictures, that there's no shame in exploring another woman's vagina if you have a lot of appreciation and trust for her. However, I didn't want that to happen in front of a stranger. That's why we did it the first time here... on this same bed.
And I started -- said Dalma.
She positioned herself in front of her mother and spread her legs apart. Then she lay down on her stomach, leaving her head less than two centimeters from Emilia's vagina. Xamira was about to say it wasn't necessary to make a demonstration. She didn't want it because her mind still couldn't process why a daughter would lick her pussy at her mother. She didn't have time to stop anything.
Dalma pulled out her tongue and started playing with her mother's clitoris as if it were a small bell.
―Oh, daughter… that is... very pleasant. ―Emilia looked at Xamira―. There's no need to be afraid of recognizing when another woman does something nice for you. The first time I felt very uncomfortable, I won't deny it. I couldn't get out of my head what society thinks about this. It took me time to start seeing it with Dalma's eyes, she sees it as a pure act.
―Is he almost... religious?
Maybe it could be defined like that. The tongue of Dalma was now tracing the vaginal lips of Emilia. Xamira became very nervous. Those same licks she had seen in some porn video where two women decided to get very affectionate with each other... And also it's a highly relaxing experience. Ahh… mmmm… yes! When Dalma does this, I forget all my world problems. Did you feel the same last time?
Uh... not exactly. I got really nervous and...
And I interrupted her. Sorry for that. It wasn't my intention.
Emilia slid her fingers over the public hair of Xamira, reached the clitoris and began to massage it slowly. A wave of pleasure invaded Xamira's body. Her first instinct was to push away. She stayed there for the same reason as last time, she didn't want Emilia to think it was a rejection.
―It's all about taking it slow― said his friend's mother, as she stroked her pussy. You have to give the other one some time to relax a bit.
Xamira gazed at Dalma and her eyes almost fell onto the sheets. The girl had her lips glued to her mother's pussy, was sucking it and licking it with passion, almost as if it were a lesbian sexual act. Dalma's tongue got lost inside her mother's pussy and then reappeared again to give intense licks to the clitoris.
Ah, daughter... what's tasty! Exclaimed Emilia. You're a love. I'd like you to keep going, but... why don't you show your friend what it feels like?
With great pleasure - said Dalma, smiling.
―Are you ready, Xamira?
The question didn't expect an answer. Emilia put two fingers inside Xami's pussy and she let out a powerful moan. She wouldn't be able to say that the sensation displeased her. That made her feel guilty. When Dalma positioned herself between her legs, she thought she would receive the subtle licks from before again, but this time her friend had something much more intense prepared for her.
The first contact with the tongue and her clitoris was intense... and it was just the beginning. The kisses quickly turned into blowjobs. Xamira's moans filled the room and her body began to twist in a frenzy of pleasure.
What's happening to me?, he thought. He didn't understand why that was so pleasant for him. His reason told him he should stop Dalma, but his body wanted more.
―Did you see how tasty it feels? ―Said Emilia, with a wide smile.
After that, she approached one of Xamira's breasts and started licking a nipple. Once again Xami's body twisted. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had her best friend giving her an enormous pussy feast like never before experienced, and Emilia eating a tit.
Followed by some unknown impulse that she couldn't understand, Xamira lowered one of her hands and found herself on Emilia's pussy, began to caress it outside just as she did when she masturbated.
―Like that, do whatever you want to me ―said Emilia.
These words instead of scaring her, which is what should have happened, calmed her down. She moved her fingers faster and searched for the hole. She introduced them there and continued with the movement. She let go of her moans, she couldn't contain them anymore, Dalma's pussy-sucking was getting more intense... more pornographic. It was hard for her to see something religioso y puro in all this act, but she couldn't stop herself.
Her use of the word: pussy was producing sexual juices in abundance and Dalma had no kind of repair to swallow them.
Come here, beautiful, give me a little bit of time now - said Emilia.
He taken his daughter's head and directed it towards her own pussy. Dalma became attached to her with the same intensity as before. This time, Xamira caused her much more morbo than discomfort, almost as if she appreciated being able to witness that act. How many times could a person watch live and direct a sexual act that bordered on incest? It was all a discovery for her. She knew this shouldn't be pleasant, that she should be scandalized, but she was very excited and in her burned the flame of curiosity.
Emilia touched her again and this time she spread her legs, inviting her to come closer. Emilia's fingers dug into her and began to stimulate her intensely. At the same time Xamira threw herself at one of those big tits that had been calling her attention so much and started sucking it. Why? She didn't know. She didn't remember feeling the desire to suck another woman's tits, and there she was doing it... she didn't want to stop.
The sensation that the nipple produced inside her mouth left her bewildered. Sucking a cock was uncomfortable for her, especially at first, when her fever had not yet clouded her judgment. But the nipple implied a lesbian act. Something she never imagined herself being part of. Not even crossing her mind.
Friend - said Dalma, interrupting her licks - you came to talk about the photos, and in the end we ended up going off on tangents...
No, it's fine. This is helping me understand everything from another perspective. Although I would like to know more about the photo issue, especially those featuring men.
Yes, those were the rarest, no doubt.
Xamira thought that the weirdest thing was that a mother and daughter would interact in that way, but considering it was Dalma, it also seemed strange to her that her friend had agreed to participate in those photos.
Will you tell me everything?
If you show me that you understand my position, yes, I'll tell you everything.
―And how do I do that?
―The only thing that comes to mind is one way —gave a quick lick to Emilia's pussy.
―Do I have to...? ―Dalma nodded with her head―. With your mom?
No, with me.
Ah, good... um...
Try not to think about the things that society says about this. You have to see it as an act of trust, as a form of connection.
I'll try.
Dalma settled into bed taking the same place as before occupied by her friend. Xamira positioned herself between her legs and admired that perfect, completely shaved pussy. In fact, it looked very much like Emilia's own, saving age differences.
Come on, Xamira, you can do it - she thought to herself -. You came here to get to the bottom of things. If you don't do this, everything that happened with Alexis will be for nothing.
He blocked her mind as much as she could. If there was some morbid being inside it that would release itself as sexual excitement increased, then she let it take the reins and be in charge of everything from now on, because she, Xamira herself, couldn't process all this situation without going crazy. It was better not to think.
She advanced over her friend's pussy and gave her a strong, intense lick, far from what she had in mind at the beginning. She intended to take it slow, but that lustful being that dwells within her took hold of the situation. The second lick was even more intense and before she could realize it, she was giving Dalma some blowjobs on her pussy that were worthy of the best lesbian porn movie. Her friend's moans increased her morbo even more and this led her to give her intense clitoral blowjobs.
Dalma took advantage of the situation to take several photos, Xamira didn't mind, even showed a smile. She trusted that her friend wouldn't show anyone the images.
If I'm in this, I'll do it all, said Xamira.
He given a few blowjobs more and then, without being asked, he launched himself to suck Emilia's pussy. He got attached to her with the same passion that an experienced lesbian would have shown. 'If I don't win her trust this way, I won't get it with anything', he thought.
Emilia twisted herself in the same way she had done when her daughter was eating her pussy.
Ay, girl... I didn't expect you to get so excited so quickly... but I love what you're doing. Keep it up.
Xamira did what they asked her to do. She continued with the licking and saw Dalma coming back to photograph her again. It didn't matter what her friend thought about this act, anyone who saw the photos wouldn't have the slightest doubt that Xamira had joined a lesbian frenzy with Emilia. This made her feel very uncomfortable, but she still kept licking without stopping. It was already too late to regret it.
At least I was sure that with this I would gain the trust of both and could question her about the photo sessions.
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Chapter 11.
The Philosophy of Dalma.
In the headquarters of club Veritas Sectatores, Erika, Siara, and new member Oriana were gathered. Xamira had excused herself saying she didn't feel well. The girls didn't insist, knowing that she must be the most affected by everything that was happening.
Then how do we get into that website? Asked Erika. How did you say it's called?
―Uvisex ―Oriana replied. I don't know how to tell them this without it sounding bad, but... let's see... your economic situation is considerably better than mine...
Yes, so stay calm, Oriana. The expenses are on our account -- said Siara --. The problem is that this website is asking for fifteen hundred dollars just to get in. I can't use that much money at once without my mom suspecting something.
―I won't tell my sister. She'll kill me if she finds out I spent so much money to get into a porn page ―said Erika.
―Is your sister? ―Asked Oriana.
Yes, my sister is the streamer Kamilexia.
Oriana was left agape at hearing those words.
What? Are you screwing with me? Are you my sister?
I see you know her.
―Do you know her? I love Kamilexia, I've been following her for years! And it turns out I'm at a club with her sister. I can't believe it!
Erika let out a belly laugh.
I like your enthusiasm. I get along well with passionate people.
―Can I ask you something? ―Said Oriana, with timidity.
What's up?
Is there the possibility of meeting her in person? I mean, if it's not too much trouble... it would be a dream come true for me.
It's not going to be that easy. My relationship with my sister isn't very good. I think she got angry with me when I told her her nickname sounded like Anorexia.
Erika always so subtle --Siara cut in.
Oh... I see now. Well, if it can't be done, it doesn't matter.
I can notice the disappointment on your face. That tears my soul apart - assured Erika -. I'll do what's possible. The thing is that my sister is a girl quite... peculiar.
Yes, I know. She's super sweet and charismatic in front of the cameras, but she always says she loves being alone.
This is how it is. And I'm something like a nuisance to her.
It's a shame, you also seem super cute to me. Have you ever thought of doing streaming?
I sometimes do them -- said Erika --. Although I'm not very consistent.
―Wow, this is a whole information revolution. And what's the name of your channel? I can follow it like that.
For now I prefer that you don't, because honestly, I don't usually transmit very often.
What Erika wants to say is that it bothers her that her channel has seven and eight viewers when her sister at least gets ten thousand by transmission.
―Hey! And where did the one who was talking about subtleties go? ―Erika protested.
Ay, forgive me. I think I got into a delicate topic... Oriana didn't know where to put herself--. It wasn't my intention.
It's fine, you're not to blame for my personal traumas. Let's say that for me streaming is a current failure. I'm still trying to get used to it. Give me time. Maybe someday I'll tell you what the name of my channel is.
I think you should keep doing it if you enjoy it - commented Oriana - It doesn't matter how many people watch you, what's important is that you have fun.
I'm having fun, and lots of it... but my sister always finds a way to remind me that thousands of people still follow her and she's one of the most successful streamers in the country... and on top of that, we literally live off the money she earns. So... well, now you understand why I can't take so much money and pay for access to that page. My sister would crucify me during one of her live streams.
I see now. This is very curious. I thought I knew a lot about Kamilexia, but I didn't know it had a sister.
You see how much I'm mentioned in his broadcasts already.
―Eh... yes... this... good... Do we go back to the topic of the website? ―Oriana asked, in a desperate attempt to steer the conversation towards a less winding path.
I think the only option is the one I like least -- said Siara --. I'll have to ask my mom for money. I hate myself for depending so much on her, but I don't see another option.
You're going to have to come up with a good excuse so that Veronica gives you 1,500 dollars without suspecting anything weird - commented Erika.
―You told me that Veronica LeClerc donated the TV for the lounge ―said Oriana, pointing to said TV with her thumb―. And if you tell him that with that money you're going to do something with your club? I don't know, organize an event or something like that...‖
―Okay, I like that idea ―Siara assured―, but it can't be an event, or my mom would be asking me how it went and where the photos are, and maybe even want to participate. I need it to be something she can't verify later. I feel like I'm thinking like a con artist, but I can't tell my mom I want the money to get into a luxury porn site. Not even if I explain our suspicions about the girls from school who are involved. Because if she finds out about this, she might make a huge scandal and even file a complaint.
―I see... I hope we come up with something soon ―said Oriana.
Oh, girls! The slut mom! You have to see what I just found on Twitter! Erika exclaimed. She put her cell phone on the desk and all of them stayed staring at the screen in awe. When Xamira finds out about this, she's going to want to die.
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Xamira knew she had an important mission ahead of her. She wanted to know the truth, but at the same time it scared her. This led her to make excuses and put off the matter for a couple of days.
She arrived at her house after a tedious day at the institute, it bothered her to have to be quiet for so many hours. She needed to move around a bit, kick something, anything... just not be quiet.
She took off all her clothes inside her room and was about to put on leggings to exercise when she got a message from Erika that said only one sentence.
You need to review Twitter. Urgent.
So she did it, while her nerves were eating away at her. For a moment, she suspected that someone had leaked another fragment of the video, until she fantasized about the idea that there would be a shot of the girl in question and it would be proven that it wasn't Dalma.
As Dalma is her best friend and one of the people she interacts with most on social media, the tweet that had alarmed Erika was the first thing she saw.
Xamira sat on the edge of her bed. She was disheartened.
Ah, friend... what did you do? —she said loudly.
In the publication made by the same Dalma it said: 'I'm tired of them saying stupid things about me. This is what I look like naked, look and compare. Draw your own conclusions'.
Under these words was a series of photos that Xamira knew very well, because she had taken them herself. Dalma appeared angelic, smiling, and completely naked. There was even a photo showing her pussy open in close-up and another one showing her on all fours, with her buttocks open, just like the girl in the video.
Xamira couldn't understand how her friend had managed to publish naked photos on her own account. She felt a strong oppression in her chest. She couldn't put it off any longer. She put on leggings and a top, without even bothering to put on underwear, grabbed the envelope with the photos and rushed out to her friend's house.
It was Dalma herself who received her, with a strong hug and a radiant smile.
―Hello, friend! It's great that you came. I had many reasons to see you. I need to talk to you.
Uh... I also need to talk to you.
What is that? Asked Dalma, pointing at the wooden paper envelope. Oh, are those photos?
Yes, but... um... we'll talk about that later. Can I come in?
Of course!
Xamira didn't understand why her friend was so happy after what she had done. They entered Dalma's room and it was just as messy as always. Not a single thing out of place. The dream of an obsessive-compulsive.
―Did you see what I posted on Twitter? ―Asked Dalma, without changing her good mood.
Yes... exactly about that I want to talk. How...?
I know you'll have a ton of doubts. I don't even know if this was a good idea or not... but... I was fed up. I couldn't take it anymore.
I understand... or at least I try to understand it. For these days you've been harassed a lot, they must have said some terrible things to you ―Dalma nodded her head, now she seemed sad again―. I know you want to prove that the girl in the video isn't you. Honestly, even I had my doubts... and don't take it badly, it's just... what's in these photos...
What's weird about the photos? I told you it doesn't bother me if you see them.
It's that... I got the whole set - Xamira noticed that her best friend's cheeks were getting red. What's going on with this? - She showed her a photo where Dalma had a cock in her mouth and next to her was Emilia, very smiling.
I see now... you saw these photos and doubted me. It's logical, I'm not angry with you.
Xamira put on patience. The one who should be angry was her, after all her friend was hiding very important details from her. Still, she managed to stay serene.
It didn't result in being easy for me to understand the first batch of photos, where you and your mom got very... affectionate.
―I already told you what I think about the female body...
Yes, yes... I think I'm starting to understand more or less. But then I found this of photos ―pointed to the cock in the image―. I don't know how you and your mom ended up doing something like that. You said you were going to save your virginity for your wedding night. You have a boyfriend... I imagine Tomás doesn't know anything about this.
I still haven't shown those pictures to him. Maybe it would cost him to understand that there's nothing wrong with that. But you can understand it, you're my friend...
Xamira massaged her eyes. Every time it became more complicated for her to be in sync with Dalma and anger was growing inside of her. She made a great effort to calm down, sat on the chair that was in the room, positioning herself just in front of her friend, and said:
Okay, I'm listening to you. What's your version? I promise I won't jump to any hasty conclusions. I just want to know how this happened.
―Very well ―Dalma smiled again. As she did it seemed that pure and angelical being that Xamira associated with her friend―. I know some things won't be easy to understand. But maybe you'll see it with my eyes over time. I'll tell you everything you want, on one condition.
―What?
Take off your clothes. I'm going to do the same thing.
What? Why do we have to undress ourselves?
It's a symbol of trust, Xami. If we're both naked, it means we're not hiding anything from each other. Everything is out in the open.
Ugh... okay... fine... accepted, with little conviction.
In a few minutes the two were completely naked. Xamira realized that on this occasion it didn't bother her so much to take off her clothes. She even smiled when she saw that Dalma was already as God brought her into the world.
Don't sit down in the chair - Dalma requested. I feel like this is an interrogation, and it's supposed to be a chat between friends. Come on, let's sit together on the bed.
They did it that way, one of the bed's sides was against the wall, there the two girls leaned their backs, leaving them very close to each other.
It invaded XamiraDeja VuFrom the last time she was in this room. She could still feel Dalma's licks on her clitoris, and remembering it invaded her with a great sense of shame because Emilia had interrupted them just then. She hadn't had time to explain the matter to her friend's mother yet, but... after what Emilia had done during her daughter's photo shoot, did she really need to explain anything? The mere thought of Dalma's tongue exploring her mother's vagina left her as impacted as the first moment she saw it in one of the photos. This also transmitted a great sense of guilt because while analyzing those photos, she couldn't help but masturbate several times. She couldn't even explain why seeing that caused her so much morbidness. Now a pinch of that morbidness was running through her body, especially in her most sensitive areas. Feeling Dalma's warmth next to hers didn't help calm down that feeling.
At that moment, the sound of keys and a door opening in the distance was heard. Xamira supposed it must be the entrance door to the house.
―My mom arrived! ―Dalma exclaimed with joy―. She's in the photos, so she can also explain what happened to you.
It's... no need for you to call her...
Xamira didn't manage to finish the sentence her friend had already taken off running. She heard a Hello mom in the distance. It seemed Dalma wasn't embarrassed to leave her room naked to receive her mother. The murmur indicated to Xamira that Dalma was trying to convince Emilia to join the chat. You couldn't make out the words well, but Emilia didn't seem very enthusiastic. However, her daughter persisted.
When Dalma and Emilia entered the room, Xamira covered her breasts, crossing her arms in a defensive gesture.
Eh... hello - Emilia greeted her with shyness -. How are you, Xamira?
Very well, and you?
Both women were fighting to appear normal in this unusual situation.
―All good, Dalma wants us to talk about the photo issue... I hope it doesn't bother you. Ah, and before anything, there's no need for you to explain why you're naked. Knowing Dalma, I already imagine what she must have told you to convince you.
Those words relaxed Xami a bit, she lowered her arms and showed a timid smile. Still, she was feeling uncomfortable. She could face this topic with her best friend, after all they had a lot of confidence; but she didn't think she could do the same with Emilia present.
Mom, you also have to take off your clothes, that's the condition -- said Dalma, as if it were a game.
―What? Me too? But, daughter...
What's with the hesitation? Are you going to tell me that it embarrasses you for Xamira to see you naked, but not for a photo shoot?
Okay, if you put it that way...
Come on, then we're all on equal terms.
―Would it bother you, Xami? ―Asked Emilia, with a maternal gesture.
At this point, I wouldn't mind it. Besides, I would feel less exposed if you guys are equal.
It's fine -- agreed Emilia.
She took off her clothes showing a more curvy body than her daughter's, with something more fat under the skin, but this only served to highlight her figure. Her breasts, white and heavy, fell due to gravity when she removed the bra. They were considerably larger than Dalma and Xamira's, although perhaps not comparable to Oriana, Erika, and Siara's. Why did life have to give her such bosomy friends?
While I wasn't sure if I could call them friends, at the end of the day I barely knew them.
Xamira saw that Emilia intended to sit on the bed, decided to change position and placed herself with her back against one of the pillows. Dalma sat next to her and made Xamira's legs pass over hers. Emilia positioned herself to the right of Xami, so she was completely boxed in. From there, she couldn't reach the photo album and Dalma took it from her.
Xamira wants us to explain this picture --she said, showing the mother and daughter with that big cock-- but to understand this, we have to talk about something else first. --She searched inside the envelope and took out the picture showing Emilia alone, with the cock in her mouth--. Mom, why don't you tell how it was that you decided to do this?
Ugh... it's kind of hard to explain that... said Emilia, with her cheeks flushed... But I don't want Xamira to get a wrong idea about all this... looked at the mentioned one with maternal eyes. I imagine Dalma already told you everything she thinks about the female body and why we take these naked pictures... even explained the most... strange ones.
―Um... yes, we talked about that last time ―I meant to say that it was still unclear why they decided to lick their clitorises for the photo shoot, but I kept quiet.
And I also imagine you must have known Alexis.
Yes... I had to talk to him to get those photos.
I suppose you didn't give them to him easily. You must have done something to convince him. —Xamira tensed up, luckily Emilia decided to ignore that issue—. At first, it was very uncomfortable for me to be naked in front of him, but those sessions didn't happen overnight. They were several, and they got more... interesting over time. When we got home Dalma would explain that, according to her, women shouldn't have to have shame or modesty about their own bodies or the bodies of other trusted women. It took me a while to understand that, but I eventually felt brave enough to take those photos... it was weird feeling my daughter's fingers inside me.
But it was emotional for you at the same time -- interrupted Dalma --. At least that's what you told me then.
Yes, that's it. I never felt a connection as special with my own daughter before. I really enjoyed it a lot and I'm glad to have the photos to remember that moment whenever I want.
While Emilia was talking, one of Dalma's hands was caressing Xamira's legs and getting closer to her intimate area every time. To this, he had to add one of his best friend's mother's breasts, which were resting on his arm.
Those sessions served us to feel more comfortable with our bodies -- said Dalma --. We could even talk about our own anatomy without any kind of shame. That's being at peace with oneself.
It sounds... liberating.
Thus it is. Tell Mom, tell Xamira what you think of her body, so she can understand what I mean.
Mmm... see --one of Emilia's hands rested on Xamira's belly--. This is incredible, I've never seen a woman with abs marked like this.
It's quite subtle -- assured Xamira --. Some women have them even more marked, but they only show up this much on me.
You should do a lot of exercise -- Emilia's fingers traced the outline of each abdominal muscle, then they started to descend --. It also seems incredible how toned your pubis is, if that can be said. Honestly, I don't know how to explain it. But it fascinates me.
―What's going on is that these lines are marked a lot ―said Dalma, at the same time as she drew the V lines on her skin that descended from the abdomen to the pubis. Xamira shuddered. There were too many fingers tracing her body―. And see how well trimmed his pubic hair is?
Yes, it looks precious -Emilia's impudent fingers started to caress the luxuriant carpet of hair that descended in a straight line towards the vagina-. Do you cut them all every day?
No, not every day did I - responded Xamira, barely able to breathe -. But just today I did it, in the morning. That's why it's so lengthy.
I don't have patience for these things -- assured Emilia -- that's why I got the definitive depilation.
She has it as soft as the skin of breasts, said Dalma, at the same time that she was caressing her mother's smooth pubic area. Ah, they're so pretty both of them! Can I take a picture?
Xamira opened her eyes so wide that it was impossible for her to conceal the surprise. What did she want with a naked photo next to her best friend's mother?
Don't bother her, Dalma -- intervened Emilia --. Give her time to process everything.
But... if it's just a photo. He doesn't have to do anything.
A Xamira bothered that Dalma put herself so insistent, but she had been her friend for years, knew how she could get when an idea got into her head.
―It's fine, you can take the photo ―he said, with resignation―. Anyway, we're not going to show it to anyone.
That's true, assured Dalma.
She quickly got up and searched for the camera in her closet. When she had it ready, she aimed at the two women sleeping on her bed. Both showed a slightly forced smile. Xamira noticed that Emilia's hand was still on her pubis, that detail would make the photo look too rare. What would someone think if they saw it? She was horrified by the idea that came to mind. That hypothetical person could only conclude one thing: that Xamira and Emilia were lovers. What else could they think when seeing them so affectionate and naked in bed?
I notice you're very tense, Xamira.
―What's up? ―Emilia's words ripped him out of his thoughts―. Ah... yes... it's just that... I'm not used to taking naked photos of myself. Much less with someone else.
Because you keep seeing nudity as something bad, like a taboo -- commented Dalma --. Don't forget that we're in confidence and that we are the owners of our own body. We set the limits.
Xamira thought it had been a while since she'd exceeded her own limits, but couldn't blame that on Dalma. What happened with Alexis was her fault. She still didn't understand why she behaved that way with someone who only wanted to use her as a sexual object. She pushed those thoughts out of her head. There, with Dalma and Emilia, she could feel much more contained than with Alexis.
I promise I'm going to relax - he said with a more honest smile -. As long as I'm with you, I have nothing to worry about.
―See? You're starting to understand it now. I told my mom the same thing when we took our photos. If we had stayed together, everything would have gone well. Why don't you try caressing my mom a little bit, just like she did with you?
Uh... well...
One more time her conviction was affected, but still she did what her friend asked. Emilia lay on her back and Xamira brought a hand to that pale and slightly swollen belly. She caressed it until reaching the pubis. Dalma was right, it was extremely soft.
―That's better this way ―said Emilia―. Don't be afraid, I won't get angry with you for anything.
Thanks.
Xamira moved to adjust herself better and that was an error, her hand went down more than she intended and could feel the humidity and warmth of Emilia's vaginal lips. She was tempted to quickly pull away her hand, restrained herself because she didn't want someone to interpret it as a rejection or disgust attitude.
He didn't receive a 'What are you doing, Xamira?' or a 'I think you're going too far'. Neither did Emilia even move.
Dalma took advantage to bring the camera closer to her mother's genital area and took several photos.
One of the most difficult parts of the session was touching another woman's vagina - commented Emilia -. Especially when it came to my own daughter. But in the second session, after the fourth or fifth photo, it didn't seem so strange anymore, and I started to understand Dalma's way of thinking.
Show it to mom, so she can see that there's nothing bad about doing it.
Dalma approached, Emilia caressed the inner thigh of her legs, went up to the pussy, and without much preamble, put two fingers in there. Xamira observed the scene, impacted. She knew that her friend was no longer a virgin, she had seen a photo of her being penetrated, but it still surprised her how easily those fingers entered. Emilia moved them from inside out several times, as if she were masturbating her daughter. Her fingers became covered in vaginal fluids.
Xamira felt the same mix of morbidity and discomfort that invaded her when she saw the photos for the first time. She tried to calm down the feeling of morbidity, but couldn't. She needed to know more.
―And after that came the photos where they licked each other down there? ―He asked.
―No… well, yes… but it wasn't that same day. Dalma talked to me about the connection we would feel when we took those pictures, that there's no shame in exploring another woman's vagina if you have a lot of appreciation and trust for her. However, I didn't want that to happen in front of a stranger. That's why we did it the first time here... on this same bed.
And I started -- said Dalma.
She positioned herself in front of her mother and spread her legs apart. Then she lay down on her stomach, leaving her head less than two centimeters from Emilia's vagina. Xamira was about to say it wasn't necessary to make a demonstration. She didn't want it because her mind still couldn't process why a daughter would lick her pussy at her mother. She didn't have time to stop anything.
Dalma pulled out her tongue and started playing with her mother's clitoris as if it were a small bell.
―Oh, daughter… that is... very pleasant. ―Emilia looked at Xamira―. There's no need to be afraid of recognizing when another woman does something nice for you. The first time I felt very uncomfortable, I won't deny it. I couldn't get out of my head what society thinks about this. It took me time to start seeing it with Dalma's eyes, she sees it as a pure act.
―Is he almost... religious?
Maybe it could be defined like that. The tongue of Dalma was now tracing the vaginal lips of Emilia. Xamira became very nervous. Those same licks she had seen in some porn video where two women decided to get very affectionate with each other... And also it's a highly relaxing experience. Ahh… mmmm… yes! When Dalma does this, I forget all my world problems. Did you feel the same last time?
Uh... not exactly. I got really nervous and...
And I interrupted her. Sorry for that. It wasn't my intention.
Emilia slid her fingers over the public hair of Xamira, reached the clitoris and began to massage it slowly. A wave of pleasure invaded Xamira's body. Her first instinct was to push away. She stayed there for the same reason as last time, she didn't want Emilia to think it was a rejection.
―It's all about taking it slow― said his friend's mother, as she stroked her pussy. You have to give the other one some time to relax a bit.
Xamira gazed at Dalma and her eyes almost fell onto the sheets. The girl had her lips glued to her mother's pussy, was sucking it and licking it with passion, almost as if it were a lesbian sexual act. Dalma's tongue got lost inside her mother's pussy and then reappeared again to give intense licks to the clitoris.
Ah, daughter... what's tasty! Exclaimed Emilia. You're a love. I'd like you to keep going, but... why don't you show your friend what it feels like?
With great pleasure - said Dalma, smiling.
―Are you ready, Xamira?
The question didn't expect an answer. Emilia put two fingers inside Xami's pussy and she let out a powerful moan. She wouldn't be able to say that the sensation displeased her. That made her feel guilty. When Dalma positioned herself between her legs, she thought she would receive the subtle licks from before again, but this time her friend had something much more intense prepared for her.
The first contact with the tongue and her clitoris was intense... and it was just the beginning. The kisses quickly turned into blowjobs. Xamira's moans filled the room and her body began to twist in a frenzy of pleasure.
What's happening to me?, he thought. He didn't understand why that was so pleasant for him. His reason told him he should stop Dalma, but his body wanted more.
―Did you see how tasty it feels? ―Said Emilia, with a wide smile.
After that, she approached one of Xamira's breasts and started licking a nipple. Once again Xami's body twisted. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had her best friend giving her an enormous pussy feast like never before experienced, and Emilia eating a tit.
Followed by some unknown impulse that she couldn't understand, Xamira lowered one of her hands and found herself on Emilia's pussy, began to caress it outside just as she did when she masturbated.
―Like that, do whatever you want to me ―said Emilia.
These words instead of scaring her, which is what should have happened, calmed her down. She moved her fingers faster and searched for the hole. She introduced them there and continued with the movement. She let go of her moans, she couldn't contain them anymore, Dalma's pussy-sucking was getting more intense... more pornographic. It was hard for her to see something religioso y puro in all this act, but she couldn't stop herself.
Her use of the word: pussy was producing sexual juices in abundance and Dalma had no kind of repair to swallow them.
Come here, beautiful, give me a little bit of time now - said Emilia.
He taken his daughter's head and directed it towards her own pussy. Dalma became attached to her with the same intensity as before. This time, Xamira caused her much more morbo than discomfort, almost as if she appreciated being able to witness that act. How many times could a person watch live and direct a sexual act that bordered on incest? It was all a discovery for her. She knew this shouldn't be pleasant, that she should be scandalized, but she was very excited and in her burned the flame of curiosity.
Emilia touched her again and this time she spread her legs, inviting her to come closer. Emilia's fingers dug into her and began to stimulate her intensely. At the same time Xamira threw herself at one of those big tits that had been calling her attention so much and started sucking it. Why? She didn't know. She didn't remember feeling the desire to suck another woman's tits, and there she was doing it... she didn't want to stop.
The sensation that the nipple produced inside her mouth left her bewildered. Sucking a cock was uncomfortable for her, especially at first, when her fever had not yet clouded her judgment. But the nipple implied a lesbian act. Something she never imagined herself being part of. Not even crossing her mind.
Friend - said Dalma, interrupting her licks - you came to talk about the photos, and in the end we ended up going off on tangents...
No, it's fine. This is helping me understand everything from another perspective. Although I would like to know more about the photo issue, especially those featuring men.
Yes, those were the rarest, no doubt.
Xamira thought that the weirdest thing was that a mother and daughter would interact in that way, but considering it was Dalma, it also seemed strange to her that her friend had agreed to participate in those photos.
Will you tell me everything?
If you show me that you understand my position, yes, I'll tell you everything.
―And how do I do that?
―The only thing that comes to mind is one way —gave a quick lick to Emilia's pussy.
―Do I have to...? ―Dalma nodded with her head―. With your mom?
No, with me.
Ah, good... um...
Try not to think about the things that society says about this. You have to see it as an act of trust, as a form of connection.
I'll try.
Dalma settled into bed taking the same place as before occupied by her friend. Xamira positioned herself between her legs and admired that perfect, completely shaved pussy. In fact, it looked very much like Emilia's own, saving age differences.
Come on, Xamira, you can do it - she thought to herself -. You came here to get to the bottom of things. If you don't do this, everything that happened with Alexis will be for nothing.
He blocked her mind as much as she could. If there was some morbid being inside it that would release itself as sexual excitement increased, then she let it take the reins and be in charge of everything from now on, because she, Xamira herself, couldn't process all this situation without going crazy. It was better not to think.
She advanced over her friend's pussy and gave her a strong, intense lick, far from what she had in mind at the beginning. She intended to take it slow, but that lustful being that dwells within her took hold of the situation. The second lick was even more intense and before she could realize it, she was giving Dalma some blowjobs on her pussy that were worthy of the best lesbian porn movie. Her friend's moans increased her morbo even more and this led her to give her intense clitoral blowjobs.
Dalma took advantage of the situation to take several photos, Xamira didn't mind, even showed a smile. She trusted that her friend wouldn't show anyone the images.
If I'm in this, I'll do it all, said Xamira.
He given a few blowjobs more and then, without being asked, he launched himself to suck Emilia's pussy. He got attached to her with the same passion that an experienced lesbian would have shown. 'If I don't win her trust this way, I won't get it with anything', he thought.
Emilia twisted herself in the same way she had done when her daughter was eating her pussy.
Ay, girl... I didn't expect you to get so excited so quickly... but I love what you're doing. Keep it up.
Xamira did what they asked her to do. She continued with the licking and saw Dalma coming back to photograph her again. It didn't matter what her friend thought about this act, anyone who saw the photos wouldn't have the slightest doubt that Xamira had joined a lesbian frenzy with Emilia. This made her feel very uncomfortable, but she still kept licking without stopping. It was already too late to regret it.
At least I was sure that with this I would gain the trust of both and could question her about the photo sessions.
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