When Crystal Harper thinks about her life she wanted to cry. She was rapidly approaching her fortieth birthday, she thought, having recently celebrated number thirty sixth. She was a divorced mother of two teenage boys, Matt and Kevin, and she has been struggling to make ends meet, ever since her moron of an ex-husband left her after a one night stand with a drunken slut he'd fallen in love with. Tom Harper rarely paid child support and when he did, it was always late.
As a result, it made it very hard for Crystal to balance her expenses, which cause her considerable embarrassment with her creditors in her home town of Modesto, CA. Her only solution was to work long hours at her dead-end job and hoping the extra money would be enough. She rarely if ever complained, and was thankful that she was employed; many of her girlfriends weren't so lucky and had to rely upon government aid. But worst of all, Crystal was very lonely. Working as a clerk in a branch office of a large construction equipment distributor, she did an assortment of repetitive mundane clerical chores. Her days were long and boring. Although she worked with several other women; they were much older than her and were just marking time until they could retire. Although business was slowly picking up, as the economy continued recovering, the company continued to maintain as small a clerical staff as possible. The work was dull and offered no room for creativity, but fortunately there was plenty of work to do which gave her a little job security.
Like her job, Crystal's life was boring. She had no romantic prospects and the only bright spot in her day was her lunch breaks which she looked forward to. It was there she could escape into her romance novels, as she day dreamed of finding her "soul mate" who would swoop in and changing her life.
She didn't date much, not because she didn't put herself out there, but because she was just so plain looking, there was nothing that made her standout among all the other single women. Worst of all despite having had two children, she had barely any womanly curves. Her breasts were tiny, not much more than a pair of ripe nipples poking out from her chest. She had no hips and had been mistaken for a boy from behind on more occasions than she cared to remember. Her short, low maintenance hair style didn't help matters, for she was too often approached by women suspecting she might be gay. Although women had never interested her, she on occasion toyed with the idea just to end her boredom. Little did she know, all that was about to change.
On her lunch break, in her usual spot, in the park across the street from her office, she sat reading her latest romance novel. It was a beautiful autumn day in Modesto, when something caught her eye. Glancing up from her book, she saw a funny looking little man watching her from a park bench not far away. She thought him funny looking mostly because he appeared to be dressed in clothing from another period in time which made him look odd and out of place, and his light brown pants and shirt that seemed to fit rather poorly. Dismissing him she went back to her book. When she looked up again, he was sitting beside her, staring at her waiting for her to acknowledge his presence. He didn't appear to be threatening, although his presence did startle her, and she noticed he was much smaller than she had original thought. He smiled at her and she felt compelled to return the smile. As she continued to look him over she noticed that his clothing appeared to be made from a shiny material she'd never seen before, yet it looked oddly familiar, like something from a fairy tale.
"Hello, Crystal," he said. "I hope you will forgive the intrusion, I know how much you enjoy your lunch and romance novels."
Crystal was taken back and asked, "How do you know what I like? Who are you?"
"Who am I? That may take a little more explanation," he said. "Let's just say I am a magical being. Think of me as your Fairy Godfather, although that doesn't quite cover it all, but it is the simplest way to explain it. I am here to help you and to bring you some happiness."
"You mean like in the fairytales," she asked hoping that she was right.
"Yes, very much like in the fairytales. I have been watching you for some time and think that I can make all your dreams come true."
The funny little man went on to explain that he planned to give Crystal a "complete makeover", head to toe, and he was prepared to do it all right now. Crystal had always been a little naïve, and didn't understand what the funny little man meant by "a complete makeover", the truth was that she had always been far too trusting of people. And unknown to her, although the funny little man had the best of intentions, he had a tendency to go a little bit overboard.
But she was eager for changes in her life, so throwing caution to the wind; Crystal eagerly agreed to his accepted his help. He warned her that he was on a very tight schedule and that if she was sure they would need to get started right away. When she reminded him that she was on her lunch break, he told her that he would take care of that and not to worry. She hesitated for a few seconds, fearful of losing her job, but when she finally agreed, the funny little man waved his arms wildly and the next thing she knew she was standing in the middle of her dingy cluttered bedroom with the funny little man seated cross legged floating in the air in front of her.
"Okay," he said. "Are you ready to begin?"
Tossing her purse and book on her bed she said, "Yes, where do we start?"
"Well, we begin by seeing what I have to work with," and he snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, Crystal found herself standing completely naked with her legs slightly spread and her arms held out parallel to the floor, like she was half way through a "jumping jack".
"What the hell," she began to protest.
"Hush!" The funny little man said hovering around her, looking high and low, and making notes on a notepad.
She tried to move but found that she couldn't. She was about to panic, when he told her to sleep. Her head dropped forward like a stone and she was sound asleep, still frozen in place.
"Where to begin," the funny little man asked aloud.
As he circled her several times, he stopped and hovered just a foot in front of her. He decided to begin with the obvious; she was as flat chested as a preteenager boy, so he would commence by increasing the size of breasts. He admired her hard puffy nipples, they would look good on a pair of large tits, he thought. Slowly the mounds on her chest began to grow. When they were a large as baseballs, he stopped and evaluated.
"Too small," he said aloud so he continued carefully growing them slowly until they reached the size of grapefruits, and he stopped.
"Close," he said. "Almost there," and they continued to swell.
He was suddenly startled by Crystal's house cat as it knocked over a plant, distracting him at a critical moment. When he recovered and stopped the growing process, he saw that Crystal's breasts had grown as large as two small watermelons. He cursed at the cat, causing it to flee the room. She was much larger than he intended, but he didn't have the time to fix it now, so made a mental note and continued with the makeover. Crystal had almost no hips, so he added a several inches, more than he had originally planned as he attempted to compensate for his breast enlargement error. He was attempting to keep her proportions balanced. Next he trimmed the bushy hair covering her sex into a neat little landing strip. Seeing her sex, he thought it much too small and enlarging it, doubling its size and sensitivity. He didn't like her hair style. It was too short. He grew it out half way down her back and changed the color from mousy brown to bright yellow. Considering her face for a moment, he straightened her nose and filled out her lips. Things were progressing nicely. He was pleased with the results and was a little ahead of schedule. He remembered from past experience the need to strengthen back and abdominal muscles, so that she would be able to support her new breasts. He was almost out of time so he added two inches to her height and made certain that all her clothing would fit her new dimensions, remembering the time he forgot to do that and the poor girl couldn't leave the house and had to pay a fortune for a new wardrobe. He floated around her admiring his work. He thought that with the time he had invested, she looked pretty good, much more like a woman and woke her.
Crystal's arms fell to her sides, as she struggled to maintain her equilibrium. Her head was spinning; she felt dizzy and off balanced. She thought the floor wasn't the where it was supposed to be. When she looked down at her feet, all she could see were two gigantic tits. She reached up and began fondling them not believing they were really hers. They were huge, much larger than she imagined possible. She squeezed them together, mashed them against her chest and was amaze that they felt so real and natural, like she'd had them for years. She pushing them together, she was in awe at size of cleavage she now had. Cleavage was something she'd always dreamed of having.
Suddenly, she realized that she lost track of the funny little man. She turned quickly left then right; her tits move hard left and then right following her twisting torso until almost a full second later then settled back into place.
She found the funny little man was hovering above her she complained, "They're pretty large and heavy; they weigh a lot more than I thought large breasts would weigh. Will I ever get used to carrying around the extra weight?" Crystal asked as she lifted them again trying to gauge their weight. "And now my nipples are too small," she complained, "are you sure you've done this before?"
The funny little man was becoming annoyed and he didn't have much time remaining, before he had to leave.
"I thought you'd be ecstatic and show some enthusiasm," he said as he looked at his watch. "Tell you what; if you can generate a little enthusiasm I will fix your nipples."
She hugged her tits and sang out, "I have tits, I finally have tits, jugs, hooters, knockers and titties, and I'm so overjoyed!" She said and lifted one while lowering the other, doing this several times, and then asked, "How was that?"
"Sarcasm doesn't befit you," he said. "But I guess I was expecting too much." He waved his hands and made a few gestures and then vanished and he said. "I'm late for an appointment. I will check back with you in a few days."
Crystal thought that was rude. She looked down at her chest, nothing looked different. With both hands she pulled on her nipples watching as they stretched and began to pulse with quickly building pleasure. She fell to her knees as she the pleasure continued; reluctantly she pulled her fingers away, realizing that it wouldn't take much for her to climax from nipple stimulation alone. What she didn't realize is that the funny little man had increased her nipple sensitivity three times their original levels. It did feel really good, so since he had left, she pulled on them again, just as quickly the warm tingling feeling returned starting deep within her and quickly spreading from her nipples and warming her throughout her body. She'd had orgasms before, but nothing she could remember felt this good so fast.
"Nggggaahhhhh!" She pinched the hardening flesh and fell to her knees, gasping, "tttooooo muucccuch," but she seemed to be unable or unwilling to let go until her mind gave out and she collapsed, unable to process the immense pleasure.
"Well, what do you think of...," the funny little man asked, as he suddenly popped back in and seeing her squirming on the floor below him. "...Oh," he said, "I may have made your nipples a little too sensitive. You'll need to be careful with them." And then he disappeared again.
Crystal awoke a short time afterwards, lying face down on the carpeted floor in her bedroom. She pulled her hands under her and pushed herself up. She was surprised at how easily she lifted herself, and further amazed at how much larger her breast looked from this angle, as she saw gravity's impact. Adding to her surprise was her nipples were an inch long or more, standing proudly on the massive flesh.
"Uh oh," she thought. "Now look at what I've done," realizing that it was her doing having annoying the funny little man.
She suddenly remembered that she had yet looked in the mirror to see all the changes the funny little man had made. Quickly getting to her feet she stumbled over to her full length mirror and got the shock of her life. She barely recognized herself. She did get a complete makeover. She looked like a life-size living "Barbie Doll" on steroids, or to put it another way, she had the body of a porn star. She pulled her hands through the long mane of blonde hair, surprised to find how silky it was, however, with hair this long she'd have to learn how to style it, although it did look pretty sexy just hanging loose. She pulled it back into a pony tail, holding it with her hand, turning her head back and forth and decided it looked pretty hot.
Studying her reflection closely, she blushed when she saw her neglected bush had been tamed to a nicely shaped "landing strip". She thought the lack of hair made her labia look much larger and then she realized that it was indeed much larger than before. It looked rather sexy, too, she thought, she hadn't seen very many vaginas and rarely had the desire to see her own. But now, as she looked at in the mirror, she thought it was begging to be touched. She watched in amazement as it open like a flower and began to moisten. Carefully, she moved her fingers around the larger lips, gasping as she touched one sensitive spot after the other. She was breathing rapidly. Taking a chance, she moved her fingers closer to her hole and she jumped as she felt her passion growing.
She was panting now. Did she dare find her clitoris? She swirled her finger around inside her hole, she was so wet, it was like stirring a boiling pot of honey. Too soon she was unable to comprehend the pleasure she was causing with her fingers. She was teetering on the edge; it wouldn't take much to push her off, still using the mirror she saw her clit swelling and emerging from its hood. It was huge. Crystal touched the sensitive button and exploded. It was as if fireworks were going off in her mind, she had never felt this much pleasure before. Not being sure what to do with her free hand and she made the mistakes of grabbing her huge left breast and erect nipple. It was like shifting from fourth into fifth gear, her pleasure raced ahead and she lost consciousness. When she awoke, she was still shuddering, small tremors continued to rock her, then she realized why, she was sucking on her left nipple. She slowly and reluctantly let it fall away from her mouth.
Crystal had no idea what time it was. Crawling to her knees and climbing to her bed using it to get to her feet she saw the alarm clock on the night stand read 2:15.
"Oh my, the boys will be home soon", she said. She was covered in sweat and her juices, the room reeked with the smelled of her sex. "I must get a quick shower and find something to wear."
She ran to the bathroom, jumped into the shower and attempted to wash herself. But after coming for the third time; she began to realize there was no way she could wash without getting off. So she settled for a cold shower. She was amazed to find that her long hair was extremely easy to wash, and dried quickly. It was easier to manage than her much shorter hair style.
Crystal realized she was just about out of time. She didn't want the boys to catch her naked, so she raced down the hall to her bedroom, knowing she'd never find anything to wear. She almost fell down as she turned the corner, her loose flesh jiggled and wiggled as she failed to secure her massive new assets in her bath towel, which was proving to be much too small.
Arriving at her dresser, she opened her lingerie drawer and pulled out a one sexy bra after the other.
"Where did these come from," she thought, reading the label, "36EE".
Well, now she knew her bra size. She selected a particularly pretty bra, pulled it on and moved her tits around until they felt comfortable; she really had no experience to compare it with. Next she opened her panties drawer and found a matching pair of thongs, and pulled them on too. She noticed that that may be a mistake as the rode high and the last thing she needed was extra stimulation. She looked through her draw and found a pair of" Lace-Waist Cheeky Panty" and thought it would be a better idea. Moving to her closet and saw a beautiful assortment of clothes all in her size, but more expensive than what she would have bought. She didn't bother to figure it out. She was looking for a simple pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. After searching for several minutes, she found a pair of "7 For All Mankind" jeans and a '49er Jersey and put them on. She was trying to find comfortable clothes, but ended up in looking pretty sexy in her tight jeans, not the look she had intended.
The jeans were long so she was forced to slip on a pair of 4" plain black pumps. She looked in the mirror again, and surprised to see that she looked like she was dressed for a night on the town instead of greeting her sons as they came home from school. Her head was spinning; this wasn't what she had intended, at all. Sitting at her vanity she applied a small amount of makeup. It was as if she had no control over anything, she found she had applied bright red lip gloss and much more eye liner than she thought necessary. Before she could fret further, she heard a car and realized that her sons were home. She was out of time; she would have to make do. She still didn't know how to explain any of this to them. They would have dozens of questions, questions she wasn't prepared to answer and likely some she'd not even considered.
The door open and slam shut, she knew she'd find them in the kitchen, looking for something to eat. She took a deep breath, steadied her nerves and marched into the kitchen.
"Hi mom," one said, followed closely by the other, as one smeared peanut butter and jelly over a couple of slices of bread, while the other poured a couple of glasses of milk.
"Going out early tonight," Kevin asked looking at the way she was dressed, "You look hot!"
"Aw, Mom you promised me we'd get my iPhone after we got home from school today," Matt whined. "I came straight home, like we agreed."
Crystal was stunned. Didn't they see how much she had changed? It was as if they were used to seeing her like this. They seemed to be comfortable with the way she was dressed. But, what was this about buying an iPhone? There is no way they could afford that. What was Matt talking about?
She watched with strange fascination as Kevin gobbled down his sandwich and sucked up his milk.
"Gotta run, ya'll," he said, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "Going back to school for football practice, will likely stay out until 8 or 9, see you later. He kissed his mother and slapped his brother's hand and rushed out the door. A minute later she heard the powerful engine of a muscle car and the squeal of tires.
"What's your brother talking, Matt," she asked, "Football? And what was that he's driving?"
Matt looked concern and walked over to his mother putting the back of his hand to her brow. "Are you feeling okay, of course football, mom. Kevin is the school's star quarterback! And you bought him the Mustang for his birthday last month, don't you remember." Matt replied as he removed his hand from her brow, satisfied that she wasn't feverous. He looked at his mother with adoring eye. "Can we go get my iPhone now? You promised."
She was ready to agree, but didn't have a clue as to how she'd pay for the damn thing.
"Oh, I forgot," he said, "Here's the mail," and handed it her.
On top was an envelope from her ex-husband, she ripped it open and along with her monthly support check, which was three times its normal size, was a short note.
"Crystal, I know you no longer love me. GOD knows I have done enough to you that I am surprised you don't hate me, but I still love you and always will. Please accept my monthly support check as a small token of the love for the family I destroyed. If you can make the time, seeing you again would be my fondest wish, with undying love, Tom."
Crystal was speechless; she didn't know how to react to this note or the numbers on the face of the check. It didn't make any sense to her. She looked at the check again and tried to put the two together.
Matt read his mother's face and said, "Is dad still trying to get back in your good graces? I guess he misses the celebrity spot light, huh? Then getting impatient he asked, "Can we go now?"
Crystal didn't understand what her son was talking about, but there was definitely enough money in this check to pay for the phone and have a lot left over to handle the bills.
"Sure, let's go, just let me get my purse." she told her young son, who responded by jumping up and down.
"No, I'll get it," he said before she could react, and came back and handed her a leather fuchsia COACH "Crossbody bag".
She accepted the strange hand bag and was about to protest, but decided to inspect the bag's contents first. Inside she saw her personal belonging and many things she'd have selected if she had the money. She fished out her keys, all but a few looked familiar as Matt pulled her outside. She looked around and didn't see her Chevy Citation, but instead saw Matt standing at the passenger side of a black luxury car asking her to unlock the door with her fob. Finding the fob she clicked the button and Matt jumped quickly into the car.
Crystal blinked, shrugged and followed her son and slithered behind the wheel of the Lexus IS 250, as did she couldn't help inhale the pleasant smell of the leather seats. She started the engine and Matt adjusted the radio to his favorite station, while Crystal pulled the car into traffic. He asked her to go to the mall location of their cell carrier and not the one downtown. The girls were cuter at the mall, he told her and they both laughed. As she drove she couldn't believe the makeover that the funny little man had promised would include making over her life as well. She began to relax and engaged her son in their normal mother son banter. She was surprised to learn how well he was doing in school, so unlike her Matt in her other life, who was constantly in trouble and close to getting expelled.
As they walked through the busy mall, Crystal noticed two things, the first, how much her body bounced and jiggled with the slightest movement, and secondly how easy it was to attract attention of the almost every shoppers she past. At first she thought it was due to the attractive new her, but she began to believe it was something else. The male sales clerks pounced on them as they entered the cell store. One clerk even asked Crystal for an autograph, which she quickly scribbled on the back of his business card. After the transaction was completed, she and Matt walked through the mall on the way to the food court among the stares of both the men and women. Matt asked her if she was working tonight and when she looked at him with the puzzled look on her face, then he reminded her about the club.
She smiled and asked, "Matt, honey. What is it that I do at the club?"
"Are you kidding, mom! You're the headliner! It's still early, can we drive by and see what kind of crowd is gathering tonight," he asked in a manner that made her think that she rarely allowed it.
She agreed, reluctantly, if for no other reason than to keep up appearances, and asked him the best route to take as she rarely drove there from the mall, but in reality she hadn't a clue where they were going. She found them traveling to the commercial side of Modesto near the airport. She pulled into a large parking lot next to a theater; the marquee read "Pure Passion".
Getting out of the car, they walked to the front and looked up at the sign which read, Crystal "Boom Boom" Harper! Held Over 3rd Week!
"I'm a stripper," she shrieked, covering her mouth surprised at the outburst, and not wanting to let on that she was unaware of what was going on.
"Not a stripper, exotic dancer," Matt corrected her. "And you are just doing that to promote your DVDs, remember. They begged you to do it."
"That's a relief," she said, sighing heavily.
"You're an adult film star! You've made about a hundred films, you're bigger than Jenna Jameson," he said and hugged his mom pulling himself into her large breasts. "We are so proud of you!"
Crystal was in shock, but hid it well, not wanting to alarm her son; after all, she was supposed to know all this. Just then her cell phone rang.
She pulled her pink iPhone 5 from her bag and answered it hesitantly, "Hello?"
"Crystal, baby! You're going to thank me," he hesitated, "because I did it! I got the deal! And I got more money than we thought they'd offer! What do you have to say? Am I good or am I the best!" The excited voice booming from the phone said.
Crystal knew that the guy on the other end had to be her agent, or manager, but she didn't have a clue as to his name. She looked at her son, who could read her expressions pretty well by now.
"Don't tell me, your agent Barry Goldman. Did you get the big deal," he asked not sure he understood if he heard the loud voice correctly.
Crystal smiled and nodded her head, while Barry held on at the other end of the phone call waiting for his star's reaction.
"Barry, that's great! You are the best! How much did we get?" She asked hoping she wasn't out of character.
"Are you sitting down, never mind! 1.2," he said with a bit of satisfaction in his voice.
Crystal repeated it to her son, who was had a look of astonishment on his face. Crystal too was taken back when she realized that they were talking about 1.2 million dollars and unheard of payday for an adult film star of any caliber. Barry gave her the highlights and made sure that she was going to continue do the strip shows, because it added to her publicity and the more popular she was the more money they would make.
This was a lot for Crystal to process. She hung up with Barry and asked Matt if he wanted to drive them home. Matt jumped at the chance; he had just gotten his learner's permit and needed the hours, although he was already very good driver. He navigated the streets like a pro while Crystal sat in the passenger seat where she used her phone to "Google" herself. She was listed on Wikipedia and had her own website. She was floored. She was already the highest paid "adult film star" in history and had made nearly one hundred films and DVDs to her credit. She read her likes and don't likes, she learned wasn't a fan of anal sex, but had done it a few times when it led to double penetration, but she especially liked working with men with large cocks and doing girl/girl scenes.
Suddenly Crystal got a flashback of one of her recent movies; the one with the actor Lexington Steele. She saw a vision in her mind of her attempting to suck on a monstrous cock, then tittie fucking it, the contrast of the large cock and her Double EE tits were amazing. And then she saw herself taking it from behind, "doggy style". It all was beginning to get her excited and that wasn't what she needed at this time, so, she shut down her search and took several deep breaths while fanning herself. Now things were starting to make a little more sense, particular why they no longer seemed to have money problems. Matt expertly pulled the car into the driveway, as she got out the car Crystal looked at how her home had changed. It was no longer in a bad neighborhood and the landscape was different. There were many more plants and bushes. As she entered the house noticed the cheap furnishing had been replaced with much more expensive pieces and she began to feel pride in the pieces she had selected. Then a moment of doubt, she could have hired an interior designer, but the hose looked and felt like she had decorated it herself. She wished she had the memories to go with this new life, it sure would make things easier, she thought.
Matt kissed her on the cheek, thanking her again for his new iPhone and headed off to his room to study and play with his new toy.
Crystal's phone chirped, alerting that there was a reminder from her calendar. Opening the alert she saw that it was a reminder that the limo would be there to pick her up at seven. Suddenly she remembered that she would need to wax or shave before tonight's performance, so she'd better get going. She still couldn't believe what she was about to do. What did her performance include? She assumed that she would be naked among hundreds of horny men. She needed to find out, she didn't know how to dance, least of all naked or while taking off clothes. All this worrying had made her hungry so she went to the kitchen and opening the frig she found there were all sorts of good health foods to choose and instinctively prepared herself a light salad, she skipped the soda and had a glass of cold water with her meal.
She was about to clean up the mess she had made when she heard a voice from the other room tell her to leave it alone she would be there to clean up the kitchen next.
She was startled, what now she wondered. Just then the housekeeper peered into the kitchen and scolded Crystal that she was serious, and that she needed to let her earn her wages.
Crystal took the few steps to the den and saw the most beautiful young Latin woman she had ever laid eyes upon. Lupe, the name seemed to come out of nowhere, Lupe Fernandez, she had won the bid to clean for her, twice a week. But there was something else, another service or something associated with the woman, but she wasn't able to call it to mind. She didn't worry about it. Lupe was beautiful in a simple sort of way and bore a close resemblance to Penelope Cruz. Crystal had to steady herself; she was staring at her and began imagining what it would be like to see the young woman naked.
Lupe broke the spell, by reminding Crystal that she needed to prepare for tonight's performance, and she didn't want to keep the limo waiting. Furthermore, she informed Crystal that she had laid her clothes out for the night as she requested and was prepared to help her with her special grooming needs.
"Special grooming needs", as soon as Crystal heard that she felt herself becoming wet, was her body craving this Latin beauty's touch?
"Of course, if it isn't too much trouble," Crystal said.
"No trouble at all, Ms. Harper. She we begin now," she asked looking in the direction of Crystal's bedroom and waiting for Crystal to lead the way. As she entered her bedroom, she overcome by the simple elegances of the furnishings and how the window coverings were just like the ones she had always envisioned for this room. She was very pleased to see that she had her own bathroom. No more sharing with the boys.
She pulled her jersey over her head revealing her ample bosom barely contained within the large bra and tossed it on the overstuffed chair near her king size four post bed. Stepping out of her heels, she peeled her jeans down her long legs and tossed them to the chair on top of her jersey. Then she strolled into the bathroom and took a seat at her vanity, and trying to decide what to do with her hair. Lupe came up behind her and took the silky tresses in her hands braiding them into a single long pony tail, wrapped it around the top of Crystal's head, pinning it in place and then tying a silk scarf around her head. Satisfied with that Lupe then went to the sunken tub to prepare it for Crystal's bath. As the water filled the tub, Lupe returned to Crystal, unsnapped her large bra and pulled it from her breasts. Crystal was surprised by this but didn't protest, it felt good to be released from the confines of her bra and she reached up to massage the soft flesh only to meet Lupe's small dainty hands as they arrived first. Crystal kept her hand upon Lupe's and guided her where it felt the best. She was becoming more aroused, but she didn't know where this was leading. Was this their regular routine, part of Lupe's duties, something she could depend on or was this the actions of a lover? Crystal tried to steer her clear of her over sensitive nipples, knowing it would cause her to climax, but Lupe had other ideas. She took the long buds between her thumb and forefingers pulled and twisted them.
"Ahhhh, ooohhhhhh!" Crystal cried out, she was helpless as she came at the young woman's hands.
"She knows, how she could know," Crystal thought as coherent thought fled her mind replaced by pure pleasure.
Lupe continued play with Crystal's long nipples. Crystal leaned back into Lupe's arms, mouth opened moaning loudly, and Lupe leaned down and covered Crystal's mouth with her own. Their tongues dances together for several moments, Crystal was unable to process thoughts as she came again and again overwhelmed by the sensations. When she was finally able to process thought again, Lupe was in front of her between her legs holding a pair of very wet panties in her hand. When did she take off my panties, Crystal thought? She watched Lupe tossed them aside with a slight smile on her face. Then before she could brace herself she took Crystal's left breast in her mouth and pulled the long hard nipple into her mouth, slowly licking and sucking.
Fireworks went off in Crystal's head as she came again, much stronger than before. Crying out and gasped for breath as the pleasure seemed to grow exponentially.
When her mind returned she found herself reclining in the warm waters of her large sunken tub. Lupe was gently washing her, as she sat naked just outside the tub. She gently poured warm water over Crystal's body washing the soap away, while the sweet scent of lilac permeated throughout the bathroom. Crystal lazily lifted one long leg after the other, as Lupe gently washing and rinsing each one.
Before Crystal could object, Lupe began washing her pussy. Crystal's body jolted as intense pleasure struck again. She was so relaxed and the feeling so intense she wanted to scream herself hoarse, but all she could manage was a long series of long moans that ended in higher pitches as she gulped in air.
When Crystal opened her eyes she was lying on her back on her bed. Her ass propped on a pillow while Lupe just finished grooming her landing strip of any stray hair. She was applying a lotion and Crystal watched as her labia reminded her of an opening rose and was certainly as pretty, she thought. Lupe turned to her to tell her that she had about an hour before the limo would be there to take her to the venue and that she was almost ready.
"Yes," Crystal thought, she was very relaxed as she watched the naked woman tending to her; she was still feeling very horny, despite having come at least three times.
Lupe lightly tapped dry Crystal's pubic area, careful not to stimulate her by mistake, but removing the excess lotion. After she put away her grooming tools, and Crystal's breathing seemed to return to normal Lupe climbing into the bed and lowered her own shaved pussy to Crystal's mouth. As she adjusted her position over the oversized tits she pulled on one nipple before lower her mouth to Crystal's newly groomed snatch and licked at her large lips just as she lowered her pussy until it was sitting on Crystal's face.
It was like cracking a whip on a horse; Crystal felt the combined lust, pleasure and desire and began to licking Lupe's pussy like a woman possessed. She was unable to think clearly. Had she done this before? She began to settle into what seemed like a normal pattern of licking around the lips and darting her tongue in and out several times before rapidly flickering her tongue on the more sensitive parts. It was beginning to feel like a practiced routine. She felt Lupe slowly stab her tongue into her while she used her fingers. Then once again she came, but this time she remained focused on the task at hand and she was rewarded with tangy sweet juices, which she lapped up like a woman dying of thirst. It seemed so natural for her to be there between the legs of a woman, this was her first time, or was it? She concentrated on making Lupe feel as good as Lupe had made her feel, licking and sucking, sucking and licking, moving her tongue around, up and down and rapid flicking of her tongue. She was beginning to tire when she finally found Lupe's clit; she circled it with her tongue before finally flicking her tongue on the sensitive flesh. Lupe went off, just as Crystal; too surrender to the utter passion.
Crystal couldn't remember ever coming so hard or so long. It was as if all the other orgasms of the day had simply been a warm up for the main event. She would have screamed if not for Lupe's pussy covering her face rubbing itself deliciously over her nose and mouth until she lost consciousness, again.
When she awoke she was sitting in the overstuffed chair, dress seductively in her sexy evening wear. She stood and balanced on her four inch emerald green stilettoes, she looked as if she were going to the academy awards, her gown looked stunning on her, leaving little to the imagination as it left her beautiful back completely bare right down to where it hugged her heart shaped ass.
Lupe was dressed again as she had been in the beginning and handed Crystal her clutch purse as both Matt and Kevin walked their mother to the waiting limousine.
Crystal was finally happy. She wasn't just a stripper; she wasn't just an adult film actress. No, she was the highest paid adult film actress, adored by millions of people around the world. Her boys were proud of her and doing well. She was wealthy and was getting enough sex to keep her happy for a very long time.
