Hey guys! Thanks for continuing to read Trading Places! I noticed that it might have come across as if Hazel was white in my story, however I have never alluded to that, and if anything, I have said otherwise. Hazel is half-black in the books, as she is the daughter of Pluto, and her mother. She is this way in my story as well, so don't be concerned. As always, feel free to leave a comment/suggestion, and thanks for reading!
Hazel looked down at her nether region. Annabeth was crouched, her wet lips inches from the seeping pussy before her.
A tentative tongue reached out, hesitant to taint Hazel's pure body. Seconds ticked by with the same tension in the air. Neither girl wanted to be the one to move things forward.
Their eyes met; storm gray against light gold.
Hazel whimpered. "Oh I can't stand it anymore! If you wait any longer I might change my mind!"
Annabeth gave a slight smile, and with an expert lunge, she applied every ounce of her skill to the pleasure of Ms. Levesque. Her tongue seemed to know every nook and cranny of Hazel's crotch as it swirled around her clit, flicking it several times, and then plunging further below to lap up some of her flowing nectar.
"Oh!" she uttered, completely surprised at the new sensation. She had masturbated before, but it was nothing compared to this. It seemed like every inch of her pussy was on fire. Waves of pleasure erupted from her clit, sending her into fits of gasps. Occasionally, while lightly probing with her tongue, Annabeth would stumble upon Hazel's pleasure center, and she would moan, her voice heavy with primal urges.
"Annabeth!" she gasped. "If I had known it was going to be like this, I would have asked Frank to do it months ago!"
"That's what I thought when Percy first did it to me," she laughed in response. "It gets better, I promise."
Hazel nodded as a sign to continue, and so Annabeth resumed her assault on the meal in front of her. Percy often told her that she tasted slightly of honey; something that had always made her giddy with excitement. She was glad to know that the natural flavor of her juices mirrored one of the best tasting substances on earth.
Not to mention that it was downright sexy.
Hazel was completely different though. Her fluid had a mild tang to it, tasting like something citrus-like, but very sweet. Her fresh juice also gave off a very tropical scent, which perfectly matched her essence.
Annabeth couldn't get enough of it.
She strategically rubbed the base of her tongue against Hazel's clit, putting as much pressure on it as possible. Her goal was to edge the girl before her, keeping her on the verge of orgasm for as long as she could. The whimpers and moans that steadily flowed from Hazel were signs enough that she was very close to cuming.
"Oh, gods! Oh shoot!" she yelled, pushing herself up towards the mouth before her.
"That's it Hazel! Cum for me!" Annabeth urged. Her blonde hair flowed over her shoulder, and with the glow coming in from the far window, she looked angelic.
"Uhh! I think I'm going to cum! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!"
Slowing down a bit, Annabeth spread Hazel's lips as far as they would go, revealing a pink interior that glistened with moisture. She licked from the very bottom of her hole up to the top of the swollen clit. This seemed to do the trick.
Hazel's eyes almost popped out of her head; her body convulsing uncontrollably. Shudders racked her body as she attempted to turn over on her side, trying desperately to keep Annabeth from continuing her assault. Her pussy quivered violently, her hips involuntarily bucked, and all the while Hazel gasped for air.
Annabeth patiently watched the product of her skill with joy. She was immensely happy that she had managed to have sex with the dark-skinned beauty before her. Not many people noticed, since Hazel dressed very modestly, but under all that clothing was a toned, seductive woman. Between her long, curly golden hair and her pert young breasts, she was the very definition of sexy. She oozed sexy much like Mr. D. oozed cabernet.
"How was that Hazel?" she quietly asked.
After several more moments of heavy breathing and shaking, she slowly replied, "I feel…I feel dirty."
"Is it a good dirty or a bad dirty?"
"I don't know yet. Just plain dirty I guess."
"Did you enjoy it at least?" Annabeth asked, fearful that she had inadvertently ruined sex for the young girl.
Then Hazel surprised her by laughing, "Well obviously I did! Did you not see me practically having an aneurism? Of course I enjoyed it!"
She smiled back at her, "Well that's good; I thought I had messed it all up for you."
"Oh no, it was splendid actually. I'm just questioning the moral part of it all. I mean, what if people find out and they shun me or something? I would hate that more than anything, especially since I've felt like such an outsider my whole life."
Her juice slowly dripped off the table and onto the floor below, creating a small puddle. The room was excruciatingly hot since the air conditioning was turned off under the pretenses that no one would be going in the rec room. Both girls' bodies were coated in a fine layer of sweat, their arms and legs glistening in the bright sunlight.
"Hazel, listen to me," Annabeth whispered. "Everyone at this camp is friends. Granted, the Stoll brothers can be a little annoying at times, but they, along with everybody else, would never hurt you in a million years. Trust me when I tell you that the people in this camp are more than accommodating when it comes to anything sexual."
"Why is that though?" she asked.
Annabeth shrugged. "I guess it's because this camp is founded on the very idea of ancient Greece. Back then, sex was something that was very much publicized, especially among the gods. It's like I said before, when times started changing and the gods had to adapt to different times, they suppressed part of their personalities. The important thing to remember is that it never went away completely, and now with all the sexual freedom in the west, the gods, especially Aphrodite, have jumped back into their old places."
"But those are the gods," Hazel continued. "Humans, even if we are half-bloods, can choose for themselves and not repeat history."
Annabeth simply laughed at her comment. "That's true we can, but wouldn't you rather be having wild animalistic sex every day?"
End of Part 16