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Lost And Found Ch. 02: Where The Heart Is

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Smokey Saga 5: “Lost And Found 2: Where The Heart Is”


In case you haven’t read the first installments of “Lost And Found,” the original is Smokey Saga
8, and the one right before this, “Miracles,” is 4. Those two contain these girls’ backstories, and of course some hot and racy scenes. But while this story is a sequel, reading it first won’t keep you from following it. Here we’ll accompany Cesse and Penny on a whole new adventure.


Sunlight And Flowers, Soft Summer Showers

Thursday, June 4th, 2015, 9:20 a.m.

Cesse groggily staggered down the stairs, more grateful every morning for the banister. She reached the floor, greeted by the ever-cheerful Hollaweenie grinning up at her, his potent tail going like a weed-whacker.


“Hiya, cutie boy,” Cessy yawned, scratching him behind the ear. She sauntered towards the kitchen, to the growing sounds of breakfast and music. Then came her sweetheart’s warbly voice, singing off-key with her iPod.

“I found love!…In the fall!…And it did, not, hurt at all!…” Penny crooned, stirring batter. “…I found sunlight and flowers, soft summer showers…I can feel my heart touch my Adam’s apple, I can feel a feather in my head…”

Cesse giggled to herself. She knew Penny enjoyed singing her heart out—in the kitchen, the shower, the car—and there was no doubt about it: as a singer, Penny was an amazing cook. She wasn’t completely tone-deaf, she was just no American Idol. But this only endeared her more to Cesse. Her singing wasn’t easy on the ears, but it made Penny happy. And therefore, made Cesse happy.

Cessy tended to learn from her mistakes. And so as much as she wanted to, she did not sneak up behind Penny while she was cooking, throw her arms around her, and accidentally scare the living daylights out of her. Both could do without any more pots dropping from the counter and clattering anywhere near their feet. Rather, she sat in the dining room, waited for the song to end, and audibly yawned.

“Oh! Morning, cupcake!” Penny called.

“Mornin’, sugar buns,” Cecily called back, in her most flirtatious voice.

“Oooh, hee hee! Hungry, are we?”

“In more ways than one.”

“Oh, goodness! Pressure’s on me, huh, muffin? Well, give me just a little time, and I’ll rock your world and your taste buds.”

Cesse imagined lots of folks would say they couldn’t believe their luck, in whatever form it may’ve come. But, she speculated, the disbelief of others was figurative. She, conversely, woke up every day unable to swallow the fact that seven months ago, she had found—all in the same day, no less—a lost dog, the love of her life, and a home. A BIG, beautiful home. She adhered to the philosophy that if something seemed too good to be true, it usually was. She kept expecting someone to come to the door and say, “Okay, that’s it, Miss Helmsley. Fun time’s over; you must regress to your pitiful, squalid, meaningless existence now.” It would break her heart, but at least she wouldn’t go on thinking it was too good to be true. So she squeezed as much joy out of each day as she could. She regarded each as though it were her last in this blessed life.

Finding her best friend, soulmate and boink buddy in one and the same person held as much value. But Penny couldn’t protect Cesse—or herself—from inclement weather without shelter. But God bless her, she needn’t choose. Penny’s oil-struck funds weren’t running out any time soon, and no one could make them leave. And she and Penny were in love. And so as long as this was Penny’s home, and Penny loved her, this was her home too—where the heart was, after all.

Penny began with the day’s most important meal while Cesse frolicked with the pup. He knew she’d play fetch, so he brought her a ball, which she tossed down the other end of the room. He brought it back. She tossed it. He brought it back. She tossed it. Ad infinitum. Her wrist was about to ask her if this was really necessary, when her lady companion broke out her plate. It consisted of a salad-like mix of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, home fries, and three of the fluffiest buttermilk pancakes Cesse’d ever laid hungry eyes on—despite the fact that Penny made them at least twice a month.

After producing the salt, pepper, butter, jam, syrup and her own plate as well, Penny sat so they could gaze into each other’s limerent eyes. This was why mealtimes were some of Cessy’s favorites of the day. She got to be waited on while a beautiful doll whipped her up three gourmet feasts a day, served, accompanied and ate with her, took her plate and put it away. Then on top of it, she got to kiss the cook and bop the waitress. Cesse couldn’t figure out how she shouldn’t be paying for this. But Penny didn’t allow her to shell out what limited cash she had for anything. Besides bursa escort the obvious logic that Penny was the rich one, looking after her dear Cecily had become her favorite project. Hollaweenie required a roof over his head, food, doggie treats, water, a litter box, and to be loved and played with. All this left Penny still too much spare time, until Cesse entered the picture. Now the Pen-pal took care of both her girlfriend and dog.

And she loved it. She felt her life was all but complete. The circumstances had worked out in a way. Had she given birth, her daughter’d be eleven now, and the setup would be less than ideal for a homeless street lady to show up and stay with them. She’d have to consider her daughter’s feelings, and while the little dumpling might’ve liked Cesse, she might not have. Part of her still wished she could’ve found out, but if the situation didn’t work, oh, what it would’ve caused her to miss out on. And she’d adopted a lovely, unconditionally loving canine son in the meanwhile, crazy about having a second loving, doting Mommy around. He was so happy to have located her under that oak tree.

Cesse, now with a home and contact means, could likely have got a job by now. But there was little need for that. And she ran the risks of doing something she really didn’t want to do, and working under an undesirable employer. She’d liked her job at First Parties—having stayed there a full decade, after all—but it didn’t define or fulfill her. She hadn’t found what she wanted to do with the rest of her life, but wasn’t staying up nights thinking about it. Maybe this was it. She was ecstatically happy here…but couldn’t help wondering if she should be contributing to the household, or if Penny wanted her to.

Of course, on the other hand, she supposed that since she arrived, she’d been making her own very intimate contributions.


Girls Behaving Madly

Six months earlier: Thursday, December 18th, 2014, 8:43 p.m.

On either side of Penny’s mistress bed sat an end table. In each were two vertically stacked drawers. In the top drawer on Penny’s side were a stash of romantic toys, alongside a book of lesbian sex positions. When Cesse came to her door Thanksgiving Eve, seducing her into a smoldering frenzy of passion that night, Penny realized just how eagerly she desired such a benefitted friend. And after saying goodbye to her Aunt Tracy the next night, they returned to their ongoing pleasure romp. In December, they started sharing their kinks and quirks, and collecting naughty playthings. First of all, they took a trip to the bookstore and scored this tantalizing tome of Sapphic lovemaking.

They kept their erotic romance alive by constantly exploring and experimenting. They had a big advantage over most couples in that they were essentially financially immune. They didn’t have to work, and so they had more time to focus on their relationship. One thing they’d learned in their discussions and adventures—when they could stop giggling—was that they both enjoyed being tied up. Or so they believed. The idea excited both, each imagining binding the other down and then doing whatever she wished, her counterpart helpless and unable to do anything about it. Neither’d dabbled in hard bondage before. Although when they lived in the same neighborhood at age five, they used to visit and play-fight: wrestling, scuffling, holding down and tickling each other, et cetera. But they hadn’t tied one another up before. So one day they tried it out.

First, Penny volunteered to be the immobile sub, giving Cesse the power to do with her as she pleased. To say the least, this setup hadn’t gone very splendidly. At all. It was plain to see Cessy wasn’t cut out to be anyone’s domme. She struggled to get Penny down and properly restrained, but then wasn’t sure what to do to her. When Penny told her that it was up to her—that she was the dominant party here, and that Penny was hers to play with—Cesse decided, okay, let’s have a little fun.

Unfortunately, what she thought of as fun annoyed Penny. Cesse gave her playful little pokes, pinches, flicks and tweaks, which weren’t met with satisfaction. So she tried tickling, gently attacking Penny’s sensitive and weak spots. Penny didn’t like this either. She really hated that though Cessy wasn’t even trying, her method was incredibly effective. Light tickles drove her even crazier than heavy ones.

Finally, Cesse just did what came naturally. She lowered herself over Penny to begin making soft, ginger love. While this appealed more to Penny, it was still not exactly what she’d had in mind. She’d anticipated a bit more hardcore action: spanking, thrusting, biting…but she supposed this wasn’t really Cesse’s forte. In the second place, she’d been knocked out of the mood by Cesse’s inept advances. Finally, she groused that this really wasn’t working, and that Cesse should bursa escort bayan just untie her now. Frankly, Cessy was a bit hurt by her reaction. She rose from the bed, but instead of untying Penny, she went downstairs and flipped on the TV, just to watch what she wanted for a little while.

When Cessy returned to release her, Penny was irritated, but they traded apologies. Cesse said she was sorry for not knowing what she was doing and failing to light Penny up. Penny was sorry for hurting Cesse’s feelings—and also for finding out the hard way that just as Cesse was not a dominatrix, nor was Penny a submissive. So they agreed to try again, reversing positions, expecting things would work better.

Work better they did. Penny, it turned out, did not like being tied up nearly as much as she thought. But before she tied Cessy down, they did what they should’ve done before, and had some wine first. A couple defense-melting glasses of Blanc and they were all too ready to pounce on each other and go straight to town.

However, Penny cheerfully informed Cesse and her eager Tigger they’d have to wait. Both were frustrated, which gave Penny’s rogue side a bit of satisfaction (and also a little ego boost). But she stuck to her proverbial guns, knowing the wait would only make it better. What she told Cesse to do first Cesse didn’t fully understand, but obeyed.

Penny ordered her to shed her clothing, and lay face down, on her belly. Cessy thought she’d be on her back, as Penny had been in their first escapade. Penny saw she had to lay down the law, as it were. She reached under Cesse’s dress and gripped her cunny.

“Are you giving me sass, Cesse?” she demanded with a harsh grin, making Cessy gasp. “Questioning my methods?”

“Aaaahhh…” Cesse moaned timidly, feeling submissive already. She’d have tried to yank Penny’s hand away if she didn’t like this so much. “No! I…I-I-I just thoug—I…no!”

Penny smirked triumphantly. “That’s better,” she sneered. “Now, on your belly.”

Cesse did as her Mistress of her evening told her, sprawling tush up. She felt her legs pulled ajar to a 60° angle, the smooth sensations of velvety ropes securing her feet to either end. She giggled like the little girl she remembered being, feeling a fingernail slide down both soles as each ankle was tied nice and tight. Penny then raked the back of Cesse’s left leg as she crossed, took her wrists to the headboard, and bound them as well. Cesse chuckled some more, getting turned on.

“Are you giggling at me?” came the authoritative voice from above.

Cessy vehemently shook her head, trying to hide her irremovable grin. “Mm-mm!”

“You’d better not be,” Penny mock-threatened, slithering her hands under Cesse’s arms, grazing her pits. Cesse buried her face in the nearest pillow, stifling her laughter.

“Ah!” Penny spanked her. “I said no laughing, you naughty girl! Do you understand me?”

This time, she didn’t allow time to answer. As soon as she finished, she waggled her fingers from Cessy’s pussy to asshole, forcing her to break out in raucous howls.

“You don’t follow directions very well, ticklish little naked lass,” Penny admonished. “Guess I’ll have to punish you.”

“Uh-oh,” Cesse chortled, trying to sound frightened but sniggering too much. “What’re you gonna do, Miss…uh…Mistress?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” Penny ominously cooed into her ear, draping her clothed body over Cesse’s ripe bare skin.

“Oooh, I like the way that feels, Mistress,” Cesse praised.

“You’ll like it when I say you’re allowed to like it, slave,” Penny smiled down on her. “You belong to me, and you will do as I say. Do I make myself clear?”

Cesse nodded emphatically.

“I said…do I make myself…” Penny dug her nails into both Cesse’s ass cheeks at once.


Cesse again whipped her head up from the pillow, guffawing hysterically. “No, no, ple-e-e-ease!” she begged.

“And what did I tell you about laughing??”

“I can’t help it, Mistress!” Cessy cried defenselessly. “I’m too ticklish! You’re tickling me!”

Penny placed her upper hand under Cesse’s chin, the other between her thighs. She tilted Cesse’s head up, shifted her body horizontally, and seductively rasped in her ear.

“I am about…to bring you to a realm of explosive passion…you never dreamed existed.”

Cesse arched her eyebrows. “Oh my goodness,” she peeped.

“You’ll speak when ordered to speak. And when commanded to scream, you’ll scream.”

Cessy was already massively turned on. Her pink—and reddening—Tigger moistened, nipples stiffening against the mattress. Penny rubbed her under the chin like her pet, chuckling sinisterly. Cesse knew she couldn’t ask what was going to be done to her, and while partially curious, she also highly relished lying restrained under her darling’s warm, soft body. escort bursa She felt both protected by her and trapped in her clutches at the same time. A delicious dual sensation. She felt Penny pet her, from her hair down her back, and over her ass. She silently moaned as she felt Penny kiss her shoulder blade.

“Ohhhh…” Cesse exulted. Penny nuzzled her back with her nose and cheek, placing another kiss here and there. Her pattern was random, leaving Cesse wondering where and when the next would fall. She lapped up each kiss as it came, impatiently longing for the next. Tigger, Minnie and Daisy felt blood rushing, desperately yearning to be loved themselves. Penny delighted in the adorable sight of Cessy’s face smushed in the pillow, lost in devotion. She really did love her more than life itself.

The next kiss was planted on her cheek, shaping both cheeks into a warm smile. Cesse wasn’t exactly fighting for movement, but reviewing her nude sprawled body, tied at the extremities, her perfect exposed ass, her wet hot cunt beneath…God, her pussy was magnificent…it all set Penny on fire. She would never harm Cessy, or force her to do anything that made her uncomfy, but just the feeling that she could…thrilled her no end.

Overlapping half her body, Penny slipped her arms under, exhaled warm breath over her, and clasped Minnie and Daisy. Cesse’s mouth opened into a gasp of pleasure. Her eyebrows arched symmetrically. Her entire body temperature puffed up degree by degree. She was beginning to need to feel what Tiggers love best, no two ways about it. She hoped Penny wouldn’t torture her. Last time, she’d left Penny tied to the bed while she had some time to herself. Now she was starting to wonder if that move would make her pay. She couldn’t touch herself, or speak without permission. What would happen if Penny decided to deny or spoil her orgasm? Would she be able to stand that??

Penny, meanwhile, was running a passage of the sex book through her mind. All positions in the book were pictured with two unrestrained nude models. Penny was adapting a bondage-style version. She loved the power she wielded over Cesse by keeping her own clothes on, while her playmate lay tied and naked. Of course, part of her thought if it was up to her, her lady-friend Cessy’d never wear any clothes. She just rocked such a…rockin’ body. Now, how did that passage go again…

“The ‘Hunny Bun’: Hunny Bun lovemaking is often a pleasantly surprising result of what begins as an ‘innocent’ back massage,” she recited to herself. Settling on this position for tonight’s festivities, she must’ve read the description a hundred times. “Top lies on her lover, pressing the entire length of her body onto her while rubbing and grinding her own clitoris and labia into a frenzy.”

Penny was certain Cesse would appreciate the effort she’d gone to preparing this treat. She laid herself wholly over Cessy’s back and ass, earning another moan of approval. Her fingers worked Cesse’s silky skin, as she continued along her aimless kiss trail. She deliberately went very slowly, wanting to make this last. Cesse whimpered beneath her. Penny wasn’t sure what the whimper meant. A case could be made for either, “You’re going a little slow, honey. I’m not sure I wanna wait so long; could you please pick it up a bit?” or, “Oh, that feels sooooo good. I could just lie here and stay like this forever.”

Penny opted to believe the latter. Besides which, she had the power here. She must’ve been doing something Cessy liked, because Cesse began perspiring under her, the sort of sweat that just shouted hot sexual arousal. Her skin flushed and her tits heaved. After Penny’d been massaging and pecking about five minutes, she initiated the grinding phase. Straddling Cesse’s ass, she pushed down with her hips and pelvis, applied pressure, held it, and rolled her Lolita over Cesse, pussy to crack.

Cesse gasped again, eyebrows furrowing down into a grimace. But a good grimace, a grimace that is unsure how much of the pleasure to gauge, either garnering reward or risking overdoing. Sometimes Cesse could be patient. Other times she was very much into instant gratification. Sexual gusto fell into the “instant” category. And so as Penny ascended to reset and resume, launching into grind number two, Cesse’s eyes opened in alarm. As if to say, “Hey, I was enjoying that! Come back here!” And natch, as Penny continued, Cesse contentedly settled back in.

They picked up a bit of pace, easing into a bump-and-grind rhythm, as if grooving slo-mo to a dance song. Both beginning to sizzle, Cesse grabbed at the headboard, balling her toes and whapping the tops of her feet on the mattress. Penny, though already wet, whipped off her panties as her hot love juice ran harder, dribbling from Lolita’s swollen lips down her naked lass’ ass crack. Once Cessy felt her lover’s moisture, processing that Penny was just as wildly turned on as she, a crazy attack of ecstasy rushed her. Penny’s happiness meant more than the world to her, and just as with her superior cooking, her inferior singing, or anything else—if it made Penny happy, it elated Cesse.

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